#folks I'm having a moment. I'll be back with you shortly

[carlostck]

@cable-salamdr @garmaballs ROCK!!!!! ogh and sonadow too...

Projecting my sillay irl shenanigans onto my boy Sonic

[14dayswithyou]

💖 Day 3.5 is now available! 💖

For the last couple of months, only Server Boosters had access to the 3.5 update... Buuuuut now it's available for everyone to play in the 14DWY Discord — and soon itch.io once I'm happy with the QA and state of the game — so please don't feel pressured to join unless you want to!!

The full devlog + even more screenshots are under the cut ^^

What's been added to the 3.5 version?

📺 Streamer Mode!

I've been told that it's difficult to stream and monetise age-restricted videos on YouTube and Twitch, so I added an option to remove the sexual content and strong language used in the demo.

Now y'all can invite Ren into your bed for cuddles without putting your streamer career on the line /silly /lh

This won't affect the 18+ rating or dark themes/elements of the game, however! Although Streamer Mode will prevent you from seeing any "gruesome" CGs in the future, most of the core elements of the game will still be tied to the choices and decisions you make. So you won't miss out on the overall experience by using streamer mode!!

⚙️ Custom Pronouns!

It only took me one entire year to get around to it, but you can finally choose your own preferred pronouns (or use a set of pronouns instead)... At the cost of being able to change them mid-game ^^;

Since the original pronoun screen wouldn't update until a new scene was displayed, I temporarily disabled the feature. But once I find a workaround, I'll bring it back!

💗 Choose how others perceive you!

You can now choose how the cast and narration perceive you! Originally, the narration was kept strictly gender-neutral (outside of pronouns and genitalia picked by the player), but this will soon change in future updates.

For more clarity: you don't get to choose the words specifically, but you can choose between masculine, feminine, and androgynous terms!

📋 Separate top and bottom genitalia!

You can now choose your tatas and pps separately! >:3

Alongside that, you can also choose your preferred body type!

I removed the "both" genitalia option because a few players still assumed it was an obscure version of "intersex". That wasn't my intention and I don't want to mislead anyone, so I took it out for now ^^;

I also didn't want to include a screenshot of the new genitalia choices in action (because it's NSFW), so y'all get the same character menu screen for the nth time instead lmao

📱 Relationship Screen Overhaul!

You can now change your own status for more immersion, and long-term Server Boosters will eventually be able to submit and use their own icon within the game as well!

Stalking finding your friends has now become easier by using "Buddy Maps"; a new app that allows you to see the location of all the cast members!

I want to offer players more incentive to check the relationship screen since they tend to miss the status updates, so hopefully this might help ;v;

It also says it "updates every few hours" so folks don't go overboard and check every 5 seconds to see where Ren is gdsghf (also keep in mind that he's a hacker lol)

🖤 Additional Scenes Update!

Day 2 received a brand new CG!!!!! Originally, I planned on only adding a few CGs sporadically throughout the game, but it didn't feel right to leave Day 2 so... empty... so I added a brand new CG to (hopefully) make things feel more balanced and natural!

If you decline Teo's offer on Day 3, Leon will now call and try to convince you to reconsider. However, players are still allowed to decline, and if they do, they'll reach a dead end.

After listening to feedback on itch, I changed some of the dialogue during Days 1-3 to make it seem more consistent! They're only small changes though, so it's honestly not worth looking for sdgjssga

🎶 Updated BGM and SFX!

I wanted to try out a different style of music to see if it fits the vibe of 14DWY more! The BGM features more acoustics to suit the "beachy" theme of Corland Bay, though I made a conscious effort to include piano elements as well to stay true to the original!!

I figured it'd be better to give players a live example before I make a poll (to see if they prefer the change or not) and publish it to Itch.

Some new SFX have also been added, though it's very minimal and honestly not that noticeable.

How to download and play the update?

(warning: clicking on the following links will open Discord!!) To download the Day 3.5 update, simply join the 14DWY Discord server, verify your age, and visit the "14dwy-updates" channel!

Alternatively, you can also wait until the update is publicly released on Itch to play it as well!! (It normally gets released shortly after a round of QA testing/getting feedback from the server, though I may release it earlier if I feel like it hehe ^^)

Enjoy!!

[conkers-thecosy]

Hi Conkers!

I've just read the ask where you mentioned your original works, could you tell us something about them? I read more fiction than fanfiction so I'm always looking forward to the next good story 😁

Hope you'll have a lovely day, and no pressure to answer this anytime soon (or at all, if the mood doesn't strike!)

Thank you ❤️❤️❤️

Hullo!!

Thank you for sending this, but I hope you know what you've done by asking me about them! 😂 Brace yourself!!

Okay, so I have a few ideas for original stories, but the two that I've started are "The Prince & The Botanist" and "All's Fair". I write exclusively queer fiction and romance, because when I was a gay little kid growing up there wasn't a lot of variation, and certainly no fantasy novels with queer leading characters! (Which I suspect is why I projected so much onto The Hobbit and LotR, and Bilbo in particular)

"The Prince & The Botanist" is my murder mystery! It's about a reclusive botanist, Dante Morsatra, who has isolated himself from the rest of the nobility, and started up a sort of school/apprenticeship for the common folk. He's considered pretty odd, and the Court all give him a wide berth and let him get on with it, until one day someone who antagonised him and made his life miserable growing up is brutally poisoned. One of the princes of the realm, Lucien Advaris, is put in charge of finding the culprit, but after meeting Dante he decides to use his knowledge of botany as a resource, all while keeping an eye on his prime suspect.

Despite having started this wayyyy before I started writing fic for The Hobbit, I'll be honest and say this one is extremely bagginshield coded! To the point where I actually considered turning it into an AU, lol.

"All's Fair" is my captured princess/enemies-to-lovers story! Alenia is my leading lady, a lonely princess who's waiting to come of age so she can be wed in a political marriage arranged by her father and older brother, but the realm is at war, and shortly after her father rides out to lead the failing armies of their country, they lose. The enemies are at the gates and take over the capital in a single night. Virion, the new ruler of the country, decides to keep Alenia and her older brother, Alosrin, alive as hostages to make the transition of power easier and not rouse any sympathy in the people who don't currently seem inclined to fight back against the new regime. Virion finds Alenia much easier to deal with than her older brother, so the pair of them end up speaking often, playing chess of an evening, and eventually making a deal to benefit them both!

*Sighs happily*

Thank you for asking me about them! I have such an itch to work on them at the moment (specifically "All's Fair") but I want to finish BTTW and Soldier, Poet, King first, at the very least! In the meantime, any chance to info-dump about them is helping to soothe my muse while I focus on other things, haha!

Hope you're having a wonderful day!!

[kanmom51]

JK live 25 April 2023

Cr./creators of media used in this post.

As usual, you guys know the drill already, I wake up to stuff already gone down.

JK went live at 4:48 KST on 25.4.2023

Don't need to work hard to see the numbers here. Coincidence again? Maybe. But here we go:

4+4=8

2+5+4=11

8+2+2+3=15

8/11/15

It just works.

Ok, so I'm not going to do a full live post at the moment, seeing JK was going for an hour and a half, most of which I missed. I will wait for the full translated live to talk about it in depth, if needed.

A few things noticed:

JK is fully clothed. Like Jeans, belt, shirt tucked into pants like at the premiere.

Identical tuck of shirt and looks like similar T shirt, although neck line might be different (not sure about that, as it looks like it's folded in a little in the premiere photos).

Also, don't seem to be same jeans/pants, nor does it look like the same belt.

Did JK come home, change to comfy clothes and then put change back into jeans for the live?

What for though? Not like he didn't do lives in PJs or comfy sweatpants before. I doubt he'd dress up for a cooking live just before bed.

Did he come home after the premiere, change, go out, come back and start the live? Or did he go somewhere else after the premiere, change pants, come home and start the live?

The one thing I am quite sure of is that JK must have just returned home shortly before the live.

Where he was or with who Idk (I can guess and have a guess to that), but he clearly hasn't been home long.

Previous lives and past statements make that kind of clear.

JK IS wearing THE necklace.

The mood lighting without the stars.

Clearly the man was in the feels.

He felt the need for comfort and he turned on the live for that. These aren't easy times for them. For him.

Hobi and JM. The two people that give him comfort, that ground him emotionally. Hobi just enlisted, JM is off to NY for more than a bit.

So yeah, he's in the feels.

The man is adorable.

His creation:

Anyways, our emo boy, yes just look at him, this doesn't look like a 25 yo CK model, came, sat, cooked, ate and left.

Wait, I take it back. Definitely a 25 yo CK model.

So, man was tired. Ate and wanted to go sleepy-by, ending the live.

Well, not before realising he actually needs to wash up before sleep.

And then posted this:

You have got to love this man.

He is definitely one of a kind.

That's it for now folks.

I'll end this here with JK's famous words (well, they will be famous):

"I'm sleepy, bye".

[dont-f-with-moogles]

Terra my love 💚

So many questions about your WIP post it note 😜

(remember the post was actually a WIP ask game, right?)

1. Is the whole story planned with chapter structure etc... or even partly written already?

2. If you already know, how many chapters will there be for this fic?

3. Will they kiss? & more importantly will they fuck? /jk

4. What other SNK characters will appear throughout the fic?

5. May I ask for a sneak peek? (because there was no "WIP it Wednesday" post yesterday 😢)

Could be from the next chapter or another random chapter, I'm so in love with this fic & in love with your writing style & greedy that I'll take any crumbs 🤲 🧎🏻‍♀️

Love you lots & even more 💚

Val! Thanks for sending these questions. I'm always so excited to talk about what I'm working on! I think A Sunrise Without You Is Coming will probably be my longest (and last) fic.

1. Is the whole story planned with chapter structure etc... or even partly written already? The whole fic is planned from start to finish :)

2. If you already know, how many chapters will there be for this fic? I planned 25 chapter outlines originally but ch3 ended up being longer than I thought once I had written it. I had to snip it off part way through. This might happen again so let's guess somewhere between 26 and 30 chapters in total.

3. Will they kiss? & more importantly will they fuck? /jk Honestly, I haven't included anything more than pining and eye fucking in my ch outlines! To give the story an authentic feel, I'm going to feel my way through their relationship as it grows. If the moment seems right, I'll take things to the next level ;)

4. What other SNK characters will appear throughout the fic? Apart from OG Levi Squad, Moblit, Nifa and Nile... you can expect to see Miche, Marlo and Floch very shortly. In future chapters we will also be joined by Hitch, Reiner, Erwin, Zeke, and Kenny.

5. May I ask for a sneak peek? (because there was no "WIP it Wednesday" post yesterday 😢) I have skimped out on the WIP It Wednesdays, huh? Fair's fair. Let's have a sneak peek then:

From ch4: I'll Not Speak A Word Despite a lingering chill and the last vestiges of afternoon light, the folk of Shiganshina were still leisurely browsing the marketplace. At the centre of the military village, where the earth roads converged, stood three avenues of unembellished stalls, each exhibiting their wares. 

Levi walked amongst civilians, hesitating as he drew level with a metal rack of women’s clothing. Inconspicuously, he cast his eyes around, before approaching. 

Thick woollen cardigans hung amongst long floral-patterned skirts. Levi peeled back a knitted sleeve. Then, with growing impatience, he swept past one garment after another.

“Hello? Are you looking for anything in particular?” asked the proprietor, a woman with dark hair pulled back into a low ponytail. At her intrusion, Levi quickly withdrew his hand.

With a final sweep of the area around them, Levi inclined his head as though he were about to mutter his response. He opened his mouth. He closed it again.

“This is part of our Fall Range…” The woman lifted a yellow button-down shirt, smoothing the material. “You know this is what they’re all wearing on the continent.”

She crooked a finger, beckoning him closer. With an expression of resignation, Levi obliged her.

“...I saw pictures in a Marleyan magazine once,” the proprietor boasted. 

Levi nodded, uncomprehending, as the woman seized a peasant skirt to tempt him with next. The pocket of his khaki military coat vibrated. Thankful for the interruption, Levi removed his cell phone. 

“I’ll take them all,” Levi indicated the entire rack with his hand. Flipping his phone open, he held the device up to his ear. 

“What size is she, sir?”

Levi hesitated again, his palm covering the mouthpiece.

“She’s… tall.” Turning away he answered in a low voice. “Miche?”

Delighted, the woman began bagging the clothes up.

“Levi,” came the Section Commander’s voice on the line, “I still haven’t been able to reach Erwin.”

“Sir, will you be needing underwear?”

The woman slowly pulled back the navy blue cloth which covered the stall, unveiling a low shelf of bras in different colours. Some were frilled and elaborate, others dark and lacy. Some contained padding, wired supports and front clasps. Others were elastic, unfilled or entirely strapless it seemed. 

Levi made a small noise in the back of his throat.

“Levi?” came Miche’s voice.

Covering his cell phone once more, Levi glanced at the proprietor.

“I’ll… take all of those too.”

 On the other end of the line, Miche gave an impatient sniff.

“Look, whether Erwin’s off having breakfast or the world’s longest shit, this can’t wait,” Levi hissed, “the MPs seized a vehicle of defectors right outside our base. How can he have nothing to say about that?”

“Which size is she, sir?” The woman held up a large, padded bra helpfully.

Levi stared determinedly past her, over to where smoke rose from red brick chimneys.

“...any,” he replied faintly, lips barely moving. He blinked. Cleared his throat. 

“You didn’t hear about the traffic incident?” Miche continued, “happened last night on the central road to Mitras.” 

“The one where the pedestrian was killed?” Levi turned away from the proprietor who was now tucking numerous bras into another bag. “They found a woman’s body according to a member of my squad.”

“Worse,” Miche countered, “the vehicle that struck her was being driven by two MPs. Skidded right off the road. I’m sorry, Levi. Every one of those defectors was killed.”

(Thanks again for your questions, Val!)

[maddiehu7]

Honorable | Elijah Mikaelson

Chapter 1

I hear my alarm ringing turning over groaning

"Ugh" I huff out smacking my alarm shutting it up, after a minute of procrastinating I finally get up brushing my teeth and getting ready for the day

"Outfit time" I sigh out looking at my closet flipping through some options I decide on a black cropped tank top some black skinny jeans and a dark green flannel open overtop

I go over to the door sliding my black combat boots on and I'm ready to go i grab some of my files and head out the door getting into my Chevy impala I was never a big car fan but when I saw this baby I had to have it, I'm heading to a bar/restaurant called mystic grill see if any locals seen anything out of the ordinary.

I walk in looking around at the place

"Hm nice" I say to myself heading to the bar i order a sprite and sit down, when I get my drink I sip it looking around at some of the people in here normal nice looking folk maybe there's no vamps here after all

"Hey your a new face" I hear someone say sitting down next to me I look over to see a pale black haired blue eyed tall man looking at me I'm on guard immediately getting a bad vibe

"Um yeah just passing through" I say smiling fakely hoping he leaves but he just smirks looking at me weirdly, I decide to pull my famous trick

"Hey want a drink" I say smiling at him

"How could I say no to that face" he says smiling back leaning on the counter

"Let me guess, bourbon?" I question

"How'd you know" he says looking a little confused

"You just have that vibe I guess" I say laughing

"Hey one bourbon please" I tell the bartender he nods making it fast handing it to to the man well he's not looking a pull out a little bottle of vervain slipping it in my sleeve

"I never got your name" I say licking my lips pretending to flirt

"Damon-damon Salvatore" he says reaching his hand out discarding his drink

"I'm more of a hugger" I say leaning over wrapping my arm around him as my other pours the vervain in his drink he hugs me back hands a little low for my liking, I back away

"Well cheers to new friends Damon" I say raising my drink he smirks raising his I drink mine slowly looking in his eyes he try's to do the same but when he drinks it he spits it out yelping in pain, Well there's definitely a case I think to myself

"Hey you ok?!" I feign innocence but he looks up at me in realization

"Who are you" he demands

"Me? Nobody" I say smiling he grabs my arm

"Come with me and I won't kill you right here" he says smiling back trying to not make a scene

"I'm calling your bluff" I say as I wretch my hand away from his hold getting up walking out of the bar I knew he'd follow so I pull my wooden dagger out hiding it in the waist of my jeans when I'm almost to my car I feel a strong wind behind me and suddenly I'm forced against my car Damon holding me by the shoulders

"I'll ask again nicely, who are you" he demands

"Vampire hunter but I guess you could've assumed that" i say smirking up at him he just scoffs going to say something when we hear a voice coming near us

"Damon?" A girl questions coming closer at this Damon let's go of me backing up

"Elena what are you doing here?" He questions annoyed he was interrupted

"Just getting some food what are you doing" she says looking at me confused

"Vampire hunter meet Elena" he says sarcastically

"What-what" Elena says confused and a little scared I could tell she was human

"Yep our very own Buffy the vampire slayer in town" he says with fake enthusiasm Elena looks deep in thought for a second

"Damon could I talk to you for a second" Elena says pulling him aside they talk and bicker for a moment before coming back to me

"Um so what's your name?" Elena asks politely I look at her in question but go along with it

"Scarlett" I say shortly she nods playing with her hands

"Scarlett, so your in town cause of vampires right?" She says I nod back at her looking at Damon which makes him put his hands up theatrically

"Ok well maybe you can help us then" I look over at her at that and laugh

"Me...help you....and your vampire" I say through laughs she just looks at me confused

"Told you it wouldn't work" Damon looks at Elena victoriously she rolls her eyes stepping closer to me I back away on guard even if she's human

"We're not gonna hurt you I promise" she says holding her hands up I look at Damon which makes him nod reluctantly in agreement

"What would you even need my help with?" I say curiously Elena smiles

"Have you ever heard of an original vampire?" She questions

"Yeah but those don't actually exist" I say factually which makes her look at me seriously I squint at her....no way

"Tell me everything" I say more intrigued than ever

( to be continued ) Elijah will come in soon I promise lol

[ell-vellan]

WIP Wednesday

My first little BG3 drabble as I get used to everyone's voice! Not sure if I'll go anywhere with this, but it's fun to play around.

Summary: Folk hero Tav (Safiel) frustrates Astarion to no end. One evening, she asks him why.

Tagging if anyone has anything to share! @thebookworm0001 @shretl (happy birthday! 🎈) @thegoblinwitchqueen I consistently forget which of my mutuals is a writer/artist so if you want to share something, please do and tag me in it so I can see/remember!

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"Astarion, why does it bother you that I help people?"

Astarion startled out of his book. The silly little half-elf was looking over at him with those unsettling, mismatched eyes of hers. He tittered. "Oh, my dear, I'm quite certain you don't want my honest opinion."

But she was undeterred. "By all means, go ahead. I wouldn't have asked if I didn't."

Astarion sighed shortly and snapped his book shut. For all her ditzy naiveté and sickeningly sweet do-goodedness, the girl had let him tag along with her and the snooty cleric and the fearsome githyanki, increasing his odds of survival at least a tad. She'd been a useful tool so far, hadn't blinked when he fessed up to being a vampire after she'd caught him (almost) red-handed, and had even offered her neck willingly with that wide-eyed conviction of the young and foolhardy who haven't yet learned how the world works.

He studied her for a moment. She never seemed put off by his fits of temper, even when he was trying to annoy her. Either she was just that dense, or she had incredibly poor survival instincts, which seemed an unlucky trait for a druid.

If he hadn't needed a source of fresh blood and someone to watch his back out here in the sunlight, he wouldn't have thought twice about slitting her throat. Even after he quite nearly gutted her, she had acted as though he'd behaved with perfectly reasonable self-preservation, and forgiven him immediately. 

But she was going to earn herself – and worse, him – a knife in the back if she didn't learn. And quickly.

Fool child. It rubbed him the wrong way.

And yet...

"My dear, simply that there are a million reasons why we should not waste what very little tentacle-free time we may have left on the plights of strangers, and I cannot think of a single reason why we should."

"We seem fairly tentacle-free so far. And if I happen upon someone who could use my help, why wouldn't I at least try?"

He gaped at her, flabbergasted. "Why wouldn't you – perhaps it has crossed your mind that we are risking our lives for random passers-by who could not be arsed to give a single shit about us in return? Fine, fine, do a few jobs if you need coin, if you must. But for free?"

She just looked at him placidly, a little smile on her face that annoyed him. "I had a wildcat once. A kitten, really – I found him, orphaned and half dead. He bit me when I tried to heal him, and bit me every time I fed him. But I didn't mind. I knew that to him, I was very big, and he was very small and scared, and he was only doing what he felt he needed to do to survive. I chose to help him even knowing I would be bitten, and scratched, and that perhaps he would never come to see me as a friend no matter how much kindness I showed him. But I couldn't walk away from something in pain knowing I could do something to ease it."

Astarion glared at her, but she either didn't notice or didn't care. "Is there a point to this frustratingly saccharine monologue, or can I return to my book?"

"You remind me of him," she quipped, a teasing glint in her eye when he, predictably, glowered at the comparison. 

"I am the disheveled bitey kitten you scooped up and fed scraps to? My dear, your analogy has a few holes."

Safiel laughed and tossed another branch into the fire. "I know. I didn't say it was perfect, only that you reminded me of him."

"Darling, I am no one's pet."

"He was never my pet. He was a wild creature. When he was well enough, he fled back to the woods where he belonged. I never planned nor attempted to tame him."

He eyed her suspiciously. "You see, this is precisely my point. Did you never think that perhaps one day, the fully grown wildcat you so lovingly wasted your energy on would pounce out of a tree and make you its dinner?"

"Of course I considered that. But should that day come, it would only be acting according to its nature. And if I couldn't defend myself, it would be fully within its rights to eat me."

Astarion glared. "You may not mind taking foolish risks with your life. In fact, I would encourage it! If my own fate was not so terribly twisted up with yours."

Safiel shrugged. "You're free to continue on your own way whenever you like, Astarion. I don't mind that you disagree with me. And I understand your reasoning better now – thank you for answering my question. I'll do better to consider that lives other than my own are also at stake here, and take your point of view into account in the future."

Well, Astarion did not know quite what to do with that. He couldn't remember the last time someone had thanked him for his opinion, or promised to take it under advisement. Not honestly, at least. 

"I don't want to take actions that others are uncomfortable with. Everyone has their opinions on the best course of action. But we all have the same very dire problem, so I hope we can find a way to work together. And to help each other."

Gods, she was so ready to believe they could all be a happy little family. And he truly believed her to be perfectly truthful about all of this.

What fairytale grove had she come from where life was all sunshine and rainbows? 

Astarion threw up his hands, book clutched in one of them, and made a frustrated sound. "Well, yes, I would agree to that. Our odds are certainly better together. If we don't spend our remaining hours saving kittens and starving little orphans."

Safiel had the gall to laugh. She inspected a branch in her hand, stripping off the leaves idly. "A reasonable request. But let me ask you – isn't it just as likely that one day, we may come to need help, and someone else may come along to offer it without expectation of reward? That the good we do now for others may find its way back to us?"

Astarion sputtered, speechless with outrage. "No!"

Safiel grinned at him. "Then you have not spent much time around druids, I imagine."

She actually winked at him. Then stood, brushed off her knees, and sashayed away to chat with Shadowheart, still smiling. 

"Ridiculous," Astarion muttered, rolling his eyes as he opened his book again. His eyes tracked her retreating form, wondering if people this empty-headed actually survived into adulthood, or if it was some sort of long con she was playing. If the latter, he had never seen such a good actor. "Absolutely absurd. Going to get us all killed, that naive child."

But still…he snuck one last glance up at her from beneath his lashes, scowling, wondering. 

[thorntonkrell-blog-blog]

While I'm waiting out the local tornado threat for our town thanks to Tropical Storm Helene, I gotta write something for all of us fat, ugly, old, and afraid folks. I can most certainly relate while the rain pours down, the wind blows and the sewers overflow. Earlier this horrendous week, we went to the Men's Wearhouse to pick out a new suit for Mary's wedding. Nothing fit my size—not in the store, not in the Wearhouse warehouse. In the process, I tried on a few options that were either way too tight or clownishly too big. One pair of suit pants was so large that they actually slipped off while I was staggering around the floor which briefly exposed the adult diaper that I wore underneath as a protection from leaking urine into the clothes that I was trying on which seemed to amuse the manager of the place in a sad way who was till trying to insist that with a tight belt and suspenders the pants would look just fine. Another pair of pants tried to cut me in half.I went from 10 pounds of potatoes in a five-pound sack to 5 pounds of potatoes in a 10-pound sack and back and forth a few times while posing sheepishly into a truly ugly mirror. that automatically distorted when I stepped into its peculiar view. We left the Wearhouse soundly defeated, humiliated and still without a suit.

Later that night, we were watching TV when a show came on that put a camera on an old guy wearing an unbuttoned button-down black sweater open over a white shirt semi-tucked into a pair of baggy black trousers. The guy was wrinkled and white-haired, and obviously the casting director had chosen this guy to portray an out of it character who was way over the hill, patiently trying to find some sympathy in the valley below. I said to Lynn, "Well, honey, aren't you glad I don't look like that?" to which she responded, "What makes you think that you don't? He's an old man, and so are you." MMMMMKKKKAAAAYYY, not what I expected and putting me even deeper into the dumps.

And then yesterday, we went for a consultation with my new best friend, the dentist, who used an X-ray as evidence to describe the broken ruin of what was left of my teeth and suggested nine surgical extractions and a denture for the top row of my teeth before we even begin to figure out the disaster that is the bottom row. True, I haven't smiled in at least 10 years. I've been hiding behind that Mona Lisa-style grimace that we dentally challenged folks use to express the emotion that we used to cover with a smile, but the thought of all that surgery makes me shudder with fearsome anticipation, which will shortly morph into dread and procrastination until the next emergency erupts when I'll have to get extractions magnified by infections that dwarf the paon of the extractions as well as the time of healing.

I love that term "healing". What it really means a time of pain blunted by Tylenol but still dominating each moment althogh not quite as dominant as the decayed mess of an ache that preceded the healing.

I know. I know. I'm exaggerating. I must be. I can't possibly be this old this fat or this ugly even though calendars, scales and mirrors try to convince me otherwise. I see skinny women look into mirrors or step off a scale and consider suicide over an additional five ounces. They think they're fat and they're not. Maybe I just think I'm fat but I;m really not.

Don't think so though...

So yeah… word to all of us old and uglies out there: You're not alone. I'm with ya. Now I can only hope that the tornado misses us and for God sake let's hope the teevee continues to work.

[hereforawile]

Well, I'll be! I wasn't expecting our interview to go like this, ha. Catch the live footage of my interview with a Jirachi Fanatic and the real deal now!

[It's a video, with a MV385 news ticker scrolling slowly over it, captioned "Rare Millenium Comet Draws Jirachi Enthusiasts".

Rohan stands in a MV385 Jirachi-branded T-shirt and holds a microphone out, next to a Jirachi fangirl wearing a star-shaped hat decorated with tanzaku, a Jirachi t-shirt, and holding a large Jirachi plush.

"So, what would you say you love most about Jirachi?"

"Its cute little sleeping face! I wouldn't even want a wish from the little cutie, just all of the pictures in the world! I know you can't really say whether the reports from sightings are right or not, but I've heard it looks just like a swaddled little baby while it wakes up, and it's the absolute cutest Pokémon ever! Doubly so because it's rare! And even if I don't see the real one, I can take a picture with the comet overhead..."

As the fangirl continues on excitedly, Rohan glancing at the cameraperson for a cue on when to cut off this answer for the next one, a small yellow white and blue Pokémon drifts into sight, bumping sleepily against Rohan's side as its ribbons unfurl. It rubs its eyes.

"It appears we've got a guest here, for all of the folks at home. Say, you look just like the real--"

"JIRACHI!"

The fangirl descends on the miniature mythical as it continues to slowly wake up, confused; the camera zooms in on the Pokémon as if to confirm the spectacle on air. Rohan holds the mic out to the Jirachi, stifling a laugh.

"Your honorable Jirachi, any comments on today's momentous comet passing?"

"Jiii..." The Pokémon yawns into the microphone.

"Mr. weatherperson guy. You have GOT to make a wish! This is literally once in a thousand years!!! It's just sitting there!"

"Come on, Rohan," the cameraperson remarks, the camera shaking. "I've got a pen here, so go ahead and wish for a billion Pokédollars or something! And then I'm going next!"

"Oh, come on, I don't even know what I'd wish for... I've got everything I need! Incredible wife, perfect kids..."

"I dunno, I'd still take the billion..."

Rohan thinks, smiles kindly at the Jirachi, and then takes the pen, writing in tiny font the camera doesn't pick up. Rohan kneels down to Kachikachi, below camera height, and tilts his head, but stands up and shrugs shortly after.

"Oh, oh, I think the wishes don't get granted until its third eye opens or something!! I think that's when the comet is totally overhead! Or maybe after?"

"Well, if it doesn't work, it's no skin off my back. What about you? Need me to take the camera?"

The camera's quickly shuffled from the cameraperson to Rohan, who chuckles behind the screen as the cameraperson repeats to themselves "one billion, one billion..."

Unsurprisingly, no billion Pokédollars manifest, but Jirachi yawns and floats away slowly after the wish is made, prompting the Jirachi enthusiast to follow after as the camera switches hands again and Rohan adjusts his tie.

"Well, you've seen it here, viewers! An exclusive interview with Jirachi, the wishmaker! Stay tuned for the Millenium Comet any moment now!"]

[the-firebird69]

There's a huge number of people who are understanding that this folks just don't want to do anything and they need to be cleared out and they're grabbed him and they're all done. It's a huge day and the studs things happening oxygen levels are going up here it's about 24 I might go up one more point and it's because of algae but the water came down and so far has pushed another foot out and really it's only a 2 or 3 ft through the harbor and River and the canals are getting cleared out an inch every time it'll change and soon enough it'll be completely clear and that's the goal but the oxygen levels are high 24 and most people are not used to it or something seems to be okay and he gets inflamed a little and he takes anti-inflammatory that he's been doing clean living for a long time and trying to stay in shape.

-the heck of the day there's a ton of stuff happening huge crowds of marlock are fleeing Florida. We're leaving from all over the state in moments on the state will be cut in half by morning we take only 30% will be here and or will be back waiting. Now will be there Monday and that's not very good the population of warlock to others is only 10%. And the clothes disabled the AI using huge Jager and a lot of them and they got the design and they have it and they pull their hardware into the mega caverns and they're still working to try and get those lasers activated there's something for the Mohawk to evacuate and go do a lot of them want to and they probably should and they destroyed our son's clan any destroyed our daughter's plan they're not really their people but it left them alone and they're very pigish about it and they're losers and they get hit a lot they get hit a lot and they think there are these Giants running around so there's a deterrent there you know sun says cut the s*** off step on your base I'll turn you into a fountain. So he was all your stuff's huge too and huge isn't the word for it bulbous massive.

-there's a huge number of things happening and we're on it we are recruiting like madness and people are learning about our son's Army of Galactus and Galactica by our daughter and they are amazed but need to react immediately there are others like Moana Ariana and Muriel and goddess wife and others but they're not as big and there's four per planet or more where they had one per planet and their gigantic there's no way of saying how big they are nothing can stop them if they so desired but they are ours.

-I'm going to get back to you shortly with some updates

Thor Freya

We're having fun but there's a lot happening it's way too hot and used to cool off

And other and right now

Hera

Olympus

[maple-seed]

Thrown - Chapter 12: Any Port in a Storm

Summary: Loki takes cover in your studio, and learns something interesting about the day you first met.

Word Count: 1,589

Author’s Notes: One day I'll write chapters that are consistent lengths. Today is not that day.

Masterlist

Thor and Loki were strolling the streets of New Asgard with Brynjar, the stout, grey-haired official from the human town. Thor was showing him the adjustments to the buildings, the new construction, the site where the hall was to be built. Brynjar was very impressed with all the progress that had been made, and seemed to agree wholeheartedly with Thor's vision.

"It is wonderful. Wonderful to see your people are settling in so well." Brynjar then turned to Thor with a serious expression. "Tell me, has there been any trouble with any of our folk?" Thor thought for a moment. "Perhaps a little friction here or there, but nothing more than is to be expected in such a circumstance. Most of your people have been quite gracious." Brynjar looked relieved. "That is good to hear." "In fact," Thor continued, "my brother and I have become very good friends with a local Midgardian." "Oh?" When Thor gave your name Brynjar did not recognize it. Loki was about to speak up when Thor elaborated. "She's the potter that lives in the cottage at the bend in the road." Brynjar's face lit with recognition. "Oh, yes! Young Terna, Gerdy's student. She's been a wonderful addition to our community." "You know her, then." Thor turned to him now. "Tell me, do you know how she got that scar?" A deep chuckle sounded from the man's chest. "In ten years I don't think I've heard the same story twice." This brought a quiet smile to Loki's face.

The three men were gradually working their way through the streets, and to Loki's surprise they did not part ways at the edge of town. Thor and Brynjar continued talking as they walked down the road leading out of New Asgard. He had not been made aware of this plan. Were they just escorting the man back to town, or was there a meeting waiting for him at the end of this road?

His mind was racing for a plausible escape, when your farm came into view. The studio door was propped open. The perfect opportunity. "I beg your pardon, gentlemen, but there's something I need to address with our friend. I'll catch up to you shortly." The other two nodded, though Thor gave him a brief look of suspicion, and he stepped off the path and slipped into your studio.

You were working at your wheel, startled by his entrance. "Oh! Loki. Hey." "Hello." He responded flatly while peering through the window behind you to check that Thor and Brynjar were proceeding. You quirked a brow and followed his eyes. When you spotted the pair walking you gasped and turned back with an admonishing look. "Loki! Brynjar is a nice man." "Yes, I find him perfectly agreeable when out-of-doors." Loki straightened, satisfied that his previous companions were on their way. "However, you have never heard him speak about permits." You pursed your lips, unconvinced. "So you came here to hide?" "I'm not hiding." Ash had approached, Loki ignored him. "I'm making my escape. I assumed you wouldn't mind." "Well, you're right. I don't mind." You admitted, returning to your work. After checking that you were occupied, Loki reached down to pet Ash, who was satisfied by the gesture and returned to his bed.

Loki leaned against the wall and watched you form the lump of clay into a shape, as if he hadn't already seen you do this a dozen times. When you had a stout cylinder you stopped the wheel and cut the vessel from the table. You set it on the board beside you, where a few others were waiting. Then you did something different. You took an oblong lump of clay, held it from one hand, coated your other hand in water, and began pulling the clay downward, over and over, stretching the clay into a long, thin, slightly flattened strip. Once you were satisfied with the length and shape, you laid the strip out and began cutting it into pieces.

"I'm making mugs today." You explained. "Ah. Handles. I had been wondering."

You smiled slightly, shaping the pieces a little more before setting them aside. You stood, retrieving another board from a shelf, this one had mugs upside-down, handles rested next to them, unattached. The undersides had been carved out and bird silhouette was already stamped there. These also had the silhouette raised on the outside.

"Thor mentioned you to Brynjar." Loki watched as you lifted a handle, marring both ends with a needle-like tool. "Oh? Good things I hope." You didn't look up from your work, making score marks on a cup as well. "Actually, he didn't recognize your name." You laughed. "Right. Yes." "Which name do you prefer?" "Oh, I'm not picky." You were now dabbing the scored areas with a clay slurry. "As long as it's said with kindness." "Hm. Well I'm not certain I can promise that." You gave a scoffing laugh.

He watched you for a moment as you attached the handle to the mug and smoothed out the transition between the two.

"I noticed Svala called you Terna as well." "Yeah, it's how I typically introduce myself." "Why did you give us your other name?" You briefly stopped what you were doing, staring at the mug in your hands. You seemed to be deciding on a response, perhaps considering a lie. Eventually you set the mug down. "I... I was flustered." You sounded embarrassed to admit it. Loki raised a brow in disbelief. "You were flustered." You threw your hands in the air. "Yes! Of course I was! One minute I'm trying to fix a stupid broken gate, the next I'm talking to Thor and Loki!"

Amusement danced on his face. He thought back to that first meeting. He had seen no sign that you had been unsettled. Of course, he'd thought you hadn't known them at all, so perhaps he wasn't as adept at reading you as he thought. "It's nothing to be ashamed of. I've been known to have that affect on people." You rolled your eyes, picking up the next mug. He had a smug smirk. "It's to be expected, you are only mortal after all." You made a show of ignoring him while you worked. "Actually, you should be quite proud of your constitution. Many people swoon." You were steadfastly attaching another handle. "In fact, I once had an entire retinue of courtiers faint at my feet." You heaved an exasperated sigh. "Loki." "I just want you to know that you've no reason to be embarrassed." He was grinning, now. You shook your head. "I knew I shouldn't have told you." Loki smirked. "You knew you couldn't lie." You gave a defeated sigh and nodded, picking up the next mug.

He shifted his weight as he leaned against the wall. He briefly eyed the chairs in the room but resisted taking a seat. That would be too deliberate. This would become a visit, rather than just a convenient escape.

"Any recent criminal undertakings?" You laughed. "No. I would have invited you." "Does the woman suspect you?" You flashed him a quick grin before returning to your work. "No. She's never suspected me or Gerdy. At least not outwardly." "Strange, considering you said they were rivals." "Hulda has a tremendous tendency to underestimate people." Your voice dripped with disdain. "The more she hates them, the less she thinks they're capable of." Loki frowned at the implication. "She hates you?" You gave a derisive laugh. "Hulda hates everyone. I am included."

Loki scowled. He could not imagine the sort of person one would have to be in order to hate you. Well, he supposed, that could have described him a few short months ago. But that hadn't been hate, necessarily. Irritation, perhaps. And it had come from a place of ignorance. He found you perfectly tolerable now. This woman had known you for years and still hated you, which seemed unthinkable. "She truly has poor judgement." "I told you, her opinions aren't worth acknowledging." Loki hummed in agreement.

A shadow appeared in the doorway. "Loki, if I didn't know any better I would think you weren't trying to catch up to Brynjar and me." "Yeah," you smirked, "it's almost like he's doing something else entirely." Loki pushed off the wall, quick to change the subject. "Thor, did you know that when we first met our friend here we flustered her terribly?" You groaned, bringing your face down into your hands. "Is that so?" Thor had an impish grin as he stepped into the building, reaching down to greet Ash as he met him at the door. "Don't fret, my lady, it's a common response. After all, we are quite something to behold." "Precisely what I said." Loki agreed. You growled, sitting up and pulling your hands away. "Boys, I'll feed you both dinner if we never talk about this again." Thor and Loki looked at one another in silent conversation. Thor looked back to you and nodded. "I find the trade agreeable." "Fantastic." You tone was flat and sarcastic. You stood and pointed to the door. "Now get out of my studio."

With another smirk, Loki followed Thor outside. Once you finished putting things away you joined them, leading them to your cottage. You brought them inside, confident in your deal that dinner would put an end to the teasing on this particular subject. If you hadn't been so distracted you might have noticed that Loki had not made any agreement on the matter.

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[your-nanas-house]

Make-up on Tiktok

Pairing: Jerome Valeska X Reader

Warnings: kidnapping? Tied, makeup, insult to Jeremiah, Jerome on tiktok, not very delicate Jerome

Words: 767

Summary: Jerome makes a live on Tiktok and shows how to make a clown makeup.

Note: Sorry for the mistakes and the English. This is the first part of this new series.

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"Are you filming, Patrick? Am I on live?" Jerome asked as he looked at the camera of his phone a week after discovering tiktok and trying to figure out how it worked; Patrick a boy from his cult chosen by Jerome at random was holding the phone for him filming everything that would happen for the second tiktok of the ginger "yes, boss! " Jerome's eyebrows furrowed as he yelled at him not to ruin his video and that he had told him before to be silent but his expression quickly changed as soon as he finished yelling at him, a radiant smile appeared on his face in the moment his eyes met the camera "hello folk! it's your Jerome here again! today we're experimenting with something new that I randomly found in my carnival!" he murmured giggling as he grabbed some makeup showing it to the camera while moving to a small makeup table where there was a person tied to a chair with an unhappy expression "Today we're with my doll face!" the ginger exclaimed excitedly as he put his gloved hands on the person's shoulders ”say hello! " she shook her head staring at the camera "I'm not your doll face-" the sentence was interrupted by his squeaky voice and the kiss on her cheek as he looked at the different makeup he possessed grabbing the first one which was a face oil starting to put it on her face making her make funny faces, playing with her cheeks while receiving annoyed looks from her, the second thing he picked up was the white foundation, he stood studying it for a few seconds trying to open it, ending up freeing Y/n's hands who helped him not having much choice, the man's hazel eyes looked at the phone again while smiling "The makeup we're going to try today is the clown makeup, so first you have to get the sponge, an odd little sponge" he showed a makeup sponge and began to smear white foundation on her face covering it all over, even her mouth, he looked again at the makeup he possessed and glanced at the young woman who lightly pointed to what he had to take, thus causing him to grab a bronzer and begin to slightly hit her with another randomly picked sponge trying to mimic the picture he was looking at, he smiled as he finished nodding proudly "it's taking shape, don't ya think? " he asked those who were on the live watching him, he grabbed a gray eyeshadow and began to rub it over Y/n's eyelids, afterwards he rubbed some white eyeshadow over it then put it all down on the table "after we put the colored powder on let's fix the eyebrows! ...give me the colored pencils, doll" Y/n made to grab something muttering that she was not his doll but he preceded her by grabbing the eyeliner instead of the right one "let's use this!" and began to fix her eyebrows biting his tongue focused.

As soon as he finished he grabbed the lipstick while starting to smile mischievously "now the lipstick.... pretend you're kissing someone, dollface" she shook her head and he frowned annoyed "do it or I'll squeeze your cheeks together and ruin your makeup so we have to do it all over again" a loud sigh escaped her lips as she did as he asked "don't get any ideas" he chuckled happily again as he began to put on the plum colored lipstick, quickly pecking her lips giggling at her angry expression, he reconnected their lips again in a hungrier kiss falling with her to the floor even though she was still tied up, shortly afterwards he pulled himself up fixing everything and smiling with lipstick smeared lips at the camera, he put the lipstick back on her lips grabbing a hat and placing it on her head.

Jerome turned Y/n's face toward the camera when he finished showing a picture of Jeremiah first "This is a clown make-up" he moved the picture away showing a pretty much identical make-up that Y/n was now wearing "make a clown face, doll face" Y/n's expression became blank as she looked at him and a guttural laugh came out of Jerome's throat "perfect" he turned toward the phone when he calmed down waving excitedly " BYE BYE, folks! That's it for today!" and so the live ended.

Was Y/n released? You will find out in Jerome's next live performance. Will Patrick still be there? Probably not but there are many followers to pick, right?

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@lazyexcuse

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[bumblerhizal-art]

Seven Snippet Sunday

I define snippet a touch loosely here. I think it's still Sunday at least. While i'm now starting compiling this post, it is at least. No promises for when i finish. But seven? Seven is dead-on.

Got tagged for this by @heniareth a short forever ago and tagging you back in return as well as @icylook @wild-houseplant and @scarletkilometers

The first six are coming from Novhen's prelude rewrite and the last one from shortly after. It's been in progress for a while, but i don't think i've posted any of these before. If i have, oops. Because of how i skip around writing, there are bits from all over the story so fic spoilers ahoy probably, but it's about the journey not the destination, y'know? Especially for a rewrite like this is

CW: Alcohol (#2, 4), Death (#5), Implied Sexual Assault (#5)

<1> Starting with a bit of "All or Nothing" foreshadowing

"You have no idea how lucky you are," Shianni twirled her dress. "The outfits, the music, the wine. It's a whole party all about you! Well, one-quarter about you." "So now you want to get married?" Novhen said. 'You do know what comes after, right?" She rolled her eyes. "Of course I do, and I'm sure I'll figure something out to get around it when the time comes.” "By which you mean you'll make me figure something out?" Shianni waved her hand flippantly. "Same thing."

<2> Those kids i missed on my first playthrough you get to tell the story to

In the dead of night long after the city's nobles had drifted off into their whiskey-scented sleep, she sent a prayer to the Dread Wolf and melted into the shadows-- "Who's the Dread Wolf," Sera interrupted. "One of the old elven gods from before the fall of the Dales. He was the god of rebellion," Novhen explained. Sera wrinkled her nose. “How many years ago did you say this story was?” “Not that many,” he answered. “There are still elves that worship the old gods.” Efraim raised his hand. "But I thought Andraste freed the elves. Shouldn't she be god of rebellion?” Novhen said, "Yes, she freed us, but she wasn’t a god. And the Chantry folk really don't like it when you say that. She was a prophet, remember. Now, are we ready to continue?" They nodded. "Good," Novhen said.

<;3>

"C'mon, wasn't it worth it to see their faces light up?" Soris shrugged noncommittally, "I guess. We should go find the rest of the wedding party." Soris began walking out of the alley, leaving Novhen to catch up. He teased, "If that's your attitude, let's hope your bride doesn't want too many kids." "I have to agree with you there," Soris laughed awkwardly. "What about you? Going to give Uncle Cyrion the army of grandbabies he's been begging for?" "I thought I made myself clear. The moment you turn your head, I'm climbing the wall and finding the Dalish." "You haven't left yet."

<;4> Back to the break in! I know i've posted scenes near this one

The guard tried to say, "What do you want?" But as his speech was garbled by sleep and, by the smell of it, alcohol, what came out was "Wharryawan?" "Could you tell us where Lord Vaughan's room is?" Novhen said. The guard lazily looked him up and down. "And who are you?" "We're the new help. We were supposed to start today." The guard snorted derisively. “Wish they would tell me about these things. Go find somebody else to hold your hand. I have a station to man.” “Right. Sorry, ser,” Novhen said apologetically. He grumbled and crossed his arms as he leaned back in his chair. Already, he was nodding off once again. "Load of good that did," Soris mumbled. Novhen gestured for him to keep quiet and opened the door. He made no special effort to open it quietly, which was just as well as it would have squealed no matter how he opened it. The guard shifted in his seat and barely opened one eye. Seeing nothing unexpected, he went back to sleep. He wouldn't remember them by the time he woke up.

<;5>

Novhen stared at him. "Fine. Give me 40 gold and the women, and I let you live." "No, no, you misunderstand. 40 gold and the girls return alive tomorrow. I can't leave my guests without entertainment. What kind of host–" An arrow sprouted from Vaughan's throat.

<;6>

"Where are you going?" He had been spotted. It wasn't Duncan's voice. It was that recruit from Redcliffe. Alistair was his name. "I just need to take a piss," Novhen said. It was only half a lie. Alistair visibly relaxed, "Oh, okay. Just stay in range of the fire. You never know what could get you at night." Novhen grunted affirmatively and trudged away from the camp. If he ran, Alistair would be ready to raise alarm immediately. It would take less than a minute for Duncan and Riordan to begin pursuit. If this were Denerim, he'd be able to shake them without problem, but this was as far from Denerim as he had ever been.

<7> Hey, this one isn't from the rewrite. What's up with that?

The messenger said, "Warden-Commander, the Arl of Denerim requests the presence of Warden Tabris in his tent." The hairs rose on Novhen's neck, but he remained still. If he had not already been identified, he would rather not give it away in his reaction. "What for?" Duncan asked coolly. "He would not say, ser." "Well, I'm afraid that unless the arl is willing to disclose his purpose, I cannot help. All of my Wardens are already preoccupied with more important matters." The messenger squirmed in his boots, "I understand, ser, but the arl was quite insistent that I fetch him." "And you will find me quite insistent that I cannot allow that," Duncan answered firmly.

[crimsonbubble]

Biker Boy and His Lady

(warnings: slight 90s au, strangers to lovers au, biker!Wooyoung, fem!reader, waitress!reader, brief moment of sexual harrassment, light suggestive themes, mentions of beer)

*more and taglist after the cut*

note: this fic is the reason why I posted this video beforehand

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When Wooyoung became a regular at your diner, you felt like the days got brighter. He ignited a spark in you that made you slowly fall for his charms. But you weren't going to give in so easily, you gotta make him work for it. He was notorious for flirting; yet when he met you, you were everything he wanted.

As the regular customer he was, he always walked through the door for a cup of coffee and some pancakes; then come back later in the evening for a few beers with friends. You've met a few of his friends and they've grown quite fond of you. Anyone at the diner could tell just how much you captivate him; he was head over heels for you.

As Wooyoung slowly got to know you, he found himself denying other women who threw themselves onto him; that alone made you fall just that bit deeper in love with him. He knew he wanted you when you didn't give in so easily to his flirty and borderline lame pick up lines. He liked the push and pull, and he wanted more.

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From the few years you've spent waiting tables, you've never met anyone like Wooyoung. He was good looking, almost too good looking. His easy going nature and flirty attitude made it easier to find yourself infactuated with him. "Well if it isn't the man himself." Another regular had exclaimed as he walked through the door. The bell singing as he pushed open the door. Wooyoung smiled, giving the man a pat on the back as he walked to his usual morning seat by the bar stools.

"Good morning, biker boy." You set down the mug of steaming coffee, tucking a napkin under it. "Good morning, pretty lady." He smiled brightly, sending you a quick wink, making you scoff playfully. "Did you want your usual?" He laughed softly, a bright smile on his face as he leaned forward on his arms. "You always know how to start off my mornings, don't you, sweetheart?" You hummed gently, walking off back into the kitchen to grab the plate you had already set for him.

You brought it out, setting it down in front of him, before walking around the counter to take people's orders. "Enjoy your food, darling." He whistled lowly, a smug smile on his face. "Will do, beauty." You shook your head laughing, before greeting customers at the tables. You took orders quickly, bringing them back to the kitchen. You went to walk back out to take more orders, before being called. "Hey, can I get a refill on my coffee please?" You stopped one of your coworkers, gesturing to the table behind her.

"Can you take the order for table 4 while I refill his coffee." She nodded, walking back out to the table with a gentle smile. You carried the coffee pot to the man, taking the five off the table before filling his cup. As you went to step away and head to the kitchen, the man sitting beside you decided to slap your ass. You jolted, nearly dropping the coffee pot. "Honey, I have a steaming pot of coffee in my hands and if you don't want to end up with third degree burns, I suggest you pay and leave right now."

The man scoffed, pushing a five into your outstretched hand. You stepped in front of him, blocking his path. "The full price, not just the coffee." The other workers and customers watched in awe at how the man quickly shoved a twenty into your hand before scurrying off. The diner burst into loud cheers and claps, making you step back in surprise. "Alright alright, settle down now folks. Finish eating your breakfasts please."

The cheering quieted down, yet the chatter between people was as bustling as ever. You walked to the counter picking up the mans dishes and bringing them behind the counter, setting the coffee pot down before making your way into the kitchen again. "I gotta say, that was pretty cool." You laughed along with the others before nudging them back to work. "Alright, let's focus here, we can talk after work."

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Wooyoung had left shortly after you came back out, sliding you a ten before hurrying off to god knows where but not before saying how hot you looked telling off that guy. You took his plate into the kitchen, placing it by the sink before letting out a tired sigh. You plastered on a smile as you walked back out greeting new customers and leading them to open tables.

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The work day had gone by and the busy bustling of the diner was now nearly empty and a lot quieter. "You can close up for me, right?" You asked one of your coworkers who smiled and nodded. "I know where the keys are, go and enjoy your weekend, sugar." You gave her a quick hug, waving to the others as you slung your bag over your shoulder. "I'll see y'all on Monday."

As you stepped out of the diner, a voice called out to you. "Need a lift, pretty lady?" You turned to the voice, visibly relaxing when you see who it was. "And what makes you think I do?" You quirked an eyebrow, smiling softly at how he laughed. "Come on, I know you want to ride it." Wooyoung held an infamous smug smirk, leaning forward on his bike. "Whether you're talking about you or your bike is the question." You walked over to him, leaning closer to him just enough to brush your lips over his. "And my answer is yes."

Wooyoung grinned softly, tilting his head to the head with a light giggle. "If I kissed you right now, would your answer still be yes?" Your eyes were hazy as you looked into his. "Kiss me and find out." Wooyoung pushed forward that small bit to slot your lips together, letting out a soft sigh. You pulled him even closer by his neck, moving your hand over to cup his face. You smiled into the kiss, making Wooyoung smile as well. You both pulled away with smiles on your faces, your cheeks feeling too hot after that kiss. "So, about that bike ride.."

Wooyoung patted the seat behind him, scooting forward to make proper room for you. A sudden breeze made you shiver lightly, the small movement not going unnoticed by Wooyoung. Wooyoung shrugged his jacket off, pulling you to his side to give it to you. You went to argue but he had turned you around and slugged it over your frame. "You're cold and I'm not gonna let my pretty lady get sick." You laughed at his words, turning on your heels to plant a kiss on his cheek. "Thank you, Wooyoung."

He smiled gently, planting another kiss to your lips before motioning behind him. You swung a leg over his bike, adjusting yourself behind him. You wrapped your arms around him, resting your cheek against his back. Wooyoung nearly freaked out as you tightened your grip on him, starting his bike before he could let you see how flustered he was. He drive off into the night, a small smile on his face as he felt you drawing circles on his stomach.

He couldn't ask for someone better, he wanted you and only you. You became the sole reason he wanted to get up in the morning. You became his sun and in return he became your moon. Showing you the way when you thought you were lost. Guiding you through the night to escape the world of harsh realities.

He was the biker boy and you were his lady.

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What's Worse Then Tuesday?

Tagged: @spnquotebingo​

Summary:What's worse then watching your brother die on repeat? Your baby sister following shortly after in a worse way.

Paring: None. Sister!Reader. Minor= Gabriel x Reader (just petnames)

Warings!!!: Blood,Gore, Graphic Description of Death(Murder,Suicide tw!!,Suffocation, electrocution,ect.),after first go mainly Sam POV (poor sammy),Reader remembers the pain(that sucks),Mystery Spot rewrite

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"The heat of the moment!" Sam groaned at the song as it echoed in the small room. The sound of the shower was drowned out by the not yet snoozed alarm. Creaking open his eyes Dean looked to fucking excited for his taste. His brother sat there with a grin on his face tying his shoes. "Rise and shine,Sammy!" They radio clock played on now Sam realizes Dean was the one you probably set it the night before. "Dude,Asia?" He asked sitting up the shower shortly stops as the blonde responds. "Come on. You love this song and you know it." He smirked as he stood up walking to the radio. "Dean if you play that song one more time I'm killing you then myself!" A shout came from the bathroom as the youngest Winchester stepped out still drying her hair with a towel almost completely dressed. "What? Sorry, couldn't hear you." Dean said as he turned the volume up a damp towel meeting the back of his head making Sammy laugh. What a great start to the day.

Dean was in the bathroom Y/n taking his place on the bed tying her boots already dawning her f/c flannel. The boys cramped in the small bathroom Sam trying to brush his teeth as Dean annoyed him. "You ready to go?" Sam asked after killing off his brush. "Yeah I'm ready. We've only been waiting on De." Y/n said as she stood next to the door holding baby's keys. "Just wait!" Dean said digging our pile of duffel bags that looked relatively the same. He pulled out a black lace bra and glanced at Sam. "This yours?" Sammy almost busted out laughing as it seemed to click and he threw the bra behind him. "Ew ew ew ew!"He shook his hand like something was stuck on it before calming down and grabbing what he needed. "Bingo." The gun slicked into his waistband as he walked up to the door Sam behind him. "Now if you're done freaking out about my bra let's go eat some breakfast." Y/n said opening the door and tossing Dean baby's keys and locking their room behind them.

Together the sibling sit down in a booth the noise in the background was unnoticed who would care not like they'll hear it again."Hey,  Tuesday. Pig in a pork." Dean said excitedly as Sam looked slightly disgusted at the name. "Do you even know what that is?" He asked as his brother shrugged. Their sister sat down the menu not looking up from it. "Apparently it's two to three breakfast sausages wrapped in bacon and wrapped in a pancake with a side of hashbrowns and a choice of bacon or sausage." She said causing Dean to smirk. "See Pig in a pork! Sounds good." The waitress walked up to their table. "You folks ready?" She asked them. "Yes. I'll have two specials with a side of bacon,one with extra sausage and both with a coffee." Dean said already knowing Y/n would get the same. "Make that three coffees and a short stack." With that their waitress walked off and they emerged themselves in the case. 

 "His daughter says he was on his way to visit the Broward County Mystery Spot." Dean looked over the newspaper reading the equations. "Where the laws of physics have no meaning and don't make sense." Their sister spoke out as she leaned back in the booth next to Dean who she chose to sit with this time. The waitress came back with their food. "Three coffees,black, and some hot sauce for the—" She cut herself off with a gasp as the bottle of red liquid fell to the ground breaking spilling its contents."Whoops. Crap! Sorry." She said giving them a bashful smile as she turned towards the back. "Cleanup!"

 ==[Time skip to Night because laziness]==

 The hallway is a bright neon green with a black spiral painted on the walls and door to give off some type of illusion. Opening the door the three of them walk inside flashlights up Sammy closing the door behind them. They move up the hallway Y/n pulling out the EMF reader while the boys shine the flashlights around and up onto shit attached upside-down to the ceiling. "Wow. Uncanny." Dean says sarcastically making Y/n chuckle. "Mystery solved. Cheap screws and uneven foundation." She said causing both of them to laugh silently. Sam keeps looking moving on further in front of them. "Find anything?" The blonde asked. Sammy looks back to Y/n with the unmoving EMF reader "No." "Not a thing."

 Dean sighs as he waves his light around."You have any idea what we're even looking for?" He asked Sam who looked unsure before answering. "Uh ... yeah." There was a long beat of silence before he gave in. "No." Dean shakes his head as both of the brothers shine flashlights around other parts of the room while their sister follows trying for a reading. "What the hell are you doing here?" A voice said causing all three of them to turn and look at the source while Dean was the only one to pull his gun before pointing it elsewhere seeing as this man had a shotgun trained on him. "Whoa whoa whoa whoa whoa. Whoa. We can explain." De put his gun up as the barrel shifted to Sam. "You robbing me?" He asked as Sam shook his head. "No one's trying to rob you,calm down." Y/n said the shotgun moving to her now. "Did I say you could talk!?" This made Dean move in front of her protectively. "Don't move!"

 "Just putting the gun do—" The loud defeating sound of the gun going of silenced the room,but the sound of a body hitting the ground caused a panic. Dean was the body hitting the ground. "Dean!" Both of the younger siblings yell as they rush to their older brother who was struggling to breath. "Call 911!" Y/n yelled as she stood up towards the owner while Sam held onto Dean. "I—I didn't mean to—" They man stumbled on his words his grip loose on the firearm. "Now!" Sam shouted at him.The man jumped at the command dropping the gun a shot fired out and down went the youngest Winchester. She fell to the floor before Sam had a chance to grasp what happened. "NO!!!"

 Sam's POV~~~

Heat of the moment

My eyes snap open. When did I get back to the motel room? W-what happened after...oh god! Sitting up I look around and there sat Dean in the same position,tying his shoes,as this morning. "Rise and shine,Sammy!" That same cheerful tone made Sam look at him and then the clock in shock and confusion the sound of the shower or the grunt that came from the bathroom barely registering. "Dude,Asia." Dean said my breath coming out more labored. "Dean." I said as the shower cut off and a shadow moved under the door. "Oh,come on,you love this song and you know it." He stood up to turn up the volume as the echoed shout came from the bathroom. "Dean if you play that song one more time I'm killing you then myself!" Y/n stepped out with a towel around her hair and still in the clothes that moment ago were blood soaked. "What? Sorry, couldn't hear you." Dean said as the volume went up the same damp towel met the back of his head causing a small argument that would have made me laugh if I didn't see the exact same one hours ago.

 Dean gurgle with a open mouth but seeing that I didn't react with discust he stopped. Everything happened exactly the same Y/n telling us to hurry up,Dean finding and throwing a bra from the couch,our walk to the dinner. Sitting in the booth even though I didn't say much the conversation carried out the same. "I think somethings wrong." I said as they looked at me. "Today is Tuesday, yesterday was Tuesday." Y/n gave me a weird look. " Dejá vu, man." Dean brushed off as N/n scoffed at him. "What happened? Last Tuesday." She asked as Dean rolled his eyes mumbling this is stupid. "I woke up to Dean's singing,you in the shower,everything that's happened up to this point has been the same. We went to the mystery spot and then I woke up again." That's when Y/n pointed at him. "The mystery spot! Clearly it must have started a loop we just get there and break it easy pezzy." That made sense the waitress came up to our table and we said our orders. When she came back the hot sauce fell off her tray and I caught it.

 Walking down the street to the hotel Dean was trying to argue that this was stupid. "This wasn't part of the case. A missing girl yes not so groundhogs day shit." As we pasted the movers that talked about needed some more tools. "Maybe they went missing because they couldn't break the loop. I mean time must still be passing." Y/n voiced as we pass the barking dog. "Look least just go to the mystery spot at night to get a long look at what's keeping us here." Dean said as I immediately shot that down. "No!" They looked at me concerned. "Let's go now. Gives us more time before the day resets." Y/n looked at me as she pulled me back a bit to walk behind Dean. "What happened between getting to the mystery spot and waking up,Sammy? You're leaving out a chunk of time." She always had a good head on her shoulders. Taking in a deep breath as we got to the crosswalk. "Dean...he got shot and then yo—" The sound of something being hit and the squealing of tires made them look up to see Dean bloody on the road. Rushing towards him the drive the man form the dinner look at us. I got down on the ground as Dean chocked on his blood. Y/n held her hand to her face as she backed away from /he horrific sight. "Oh god." She mumbled as I kept saying Dean's name. Looking at Y/n she backed up a good couple of yards half of her body was suddenly illuminated a truck just hit her. "Y/N!!!" Slayed over the hood vertebrae from her spin putrid from her back as the blood soaked shirt pulled tightly against her skin. The emblem on the truck punctured her throat. The moment the life left her eyes a sharp pain went through me.

 The heat of the moment

 I woke up again Dean on the other bed tying his shoes as the shower was on in the back ground. Everything was playing out the same,but somethings are changing. Y/n walked out of the bathroom the towel she had in her hair next to Dean as she rubbed her neck sorely as she placed her other hand on the small of her back and it cracked loudly. "Jesus,N/n!" Dean said looking at her as she sighed in relief. "Was the couch really that hard? You can have my bed tonight." He said as she shook her head. "No no the couch was fine it just I don't know I got this sudden pain. Like a I got hit by a damn bus." She shook it off as I got out of the bed to check on her shrugging

 Sitting at the Diner I looked up at them."Okay, would you listen to me? 'Cause I am flipping out." I said as Doris walked up to us I don't have time for this. "Are you folks ready?" I quickly cut off Dean. "He'll take the special, side of bacon, coffee, black while she'll have the same with a extra side of sausage. Nothing for me, thanks." My siblings looked at me shocked. As Doris walked away. "Sammy, I get all tingly when you take control like that." Dean said causing Y/n to giggle. "Quit screwing around, Dean." I said harshly as they both got serious. "Okay. Okay. We're listening. So, you think that you're in some kind of a time loop,was it?" Y/n said as I nodded. "Like Groundhogs Day'" Dean said and I immediately nod. "Yes, exactly. Like Groundhogs Day." I said looking at him hopefully N/n was usually the one that believed in the most crazy logical stuff.

"So do you believe me?"Y/n looked like she was thinking as she bit her thumb nail I was about to ask when Dean started laughing. "It's just a little crazy, I mean even for us crazy, you know, like, uh—" I cut in. "Dingo ate my baby crazy?" I said like he did before. Dean looked skeptical now. "How'd you know I was going to say that?" It like everything I've said went over his head. "Because you said it before, Dean, that's my whole point."

Doris walks back just in time. "Three coffees, black, and some hot sauce for the—whoops! Crap." I catch the bottle without looking and place it back on the tray. "Thanks." Doris said as she sat it down and walked away. "Nice reflexes."  How hard is it for him to understand. "This is a time loop..You're just going to have to go with me on this, I already know Y/n is game,but you Dean, you just have to, you owe me that much!" I started to get worked up. "Calm down–" This made me snapped. "Don't tell me to calm down! I can't calm down. I can't. Because..." This made them look at me concerned. "What?What is it?" Y/n asked. "Because you die, today, both of you." Dean did the pfft thing "I'm not gonna die. Not today. And N/n sure as hell is not gonna die!"

I comb a hand through my hair.. "Twice now I've watched both of you die, and I can't— I won't do it again, okay? You're just going to have to believe me. Please." Dean finally started to understand and nodded with a sigh. "All right. I still think you're nuts, but okay, whatever this is, we'll figure it out."

 Walking down the street again Dean spoke.. "So you think this cheesy-ass tourist trap has something to do with it?" I just nodded my head as I flinched a bit at the barking dog and the blonde chick. "Before Y/n said maybe it's the real deal, you know? That going to the mystery spot trapped us or me and I'm missing in this time anomaly." I said reciving a glance from Y/n she seemed to be deep in thought about it. "We'll go tonight after they close, get ourselves a nice long look." Panic went through me. "No no no no no, we can't." They both stopped to stare. "Why not?" Dean asked but the words couldn't come out. "We die don't we. Die breaking in at night." Y/n said as I nod. "That was the first time." She looked around. "Us dying at the mystery spot must have triggered something." Dean seemed to swallow a lump in his throat.

 "Huh. Okay, let's go now." Dean starts forward about to cross when I rushes after him and grabs him before he runs into the street. The green car zooms past."Stay out of the way!" A shout came from the speeding car as a moving truck past by a second later in the opposite direction.We stare after the car Dean begins to laugh until he sees my face. "Wait, did he –?" He trailed off. "Yesterday. Yeah." He looked at me with a smirk. "Did it look cool, like in the movies?" Irritated I speak "You peed yourself." He looked embarrassed "Of course I peed myself. Man gets hit by a car, you think he has full control over his bladder? Come on!"

 Leaving the mystery spot we learned it was a fake,but how? "Well, I hate to say it, but that place is exactly what I thought - it's full of crap." Dean scoffed as he walked next to me Y/n infront of us. "Then what is it, Dean, what the hell is happening to us?" I ask him it made no sense. "I don't know. All right, let me just – So, every day we die." He gestures to him and our sister. "Yeah." I said. "Then you wake up,again?" Y/n spoke up. "Yeah." I answered. "Who dies first? Maybe if we know we can be on alert." I point to Dean as she nods. "So let's just make sure I don't die. If I make it to tomorrow then so does Y/n, then maybe the loop stops and we can figure all this out." He mused I looked at hom hopefully. "It's worth a shot. I say we grab some takeout and head back to the motel, lay low until midnight." I nod feeling anxious I don't know what's a threat yet. "How about that Chinese place?" N/n asked as she turned to look at us walking backwards. "I was thinking tacos." Dean said and then got flattened by a falling desk. The mover on the ground is holding a snapped rope as the rushing cog sound echoed in the silence looking up he sees the other half of the rope slipping of of a large pully system and falling down hitting Y/n killing her with the blunt force of it hitting her head straight on creaking her skull. Her body hit the ground with a thud. Why god?

 H̵e̸a̸t̸ ̷øf̷ ̸t̵h̶e̸ ̵m̴o̷m̵e̶n̷t̶

Sitting up I see Dean but my uneven breathing caused me to lay back down. I heard the shower cut off and the sound of pills in a bottle. Y/n must have gotten a headache this time.

At the diner I look at them both in despair after explaining it again. "So, uh ... If you're stuck in "Groundhogs Day", why? What's behind it?" I shrugged "Well, first I thought it was the Mystery Spot. Now I'm not so sure." I said as Y/n look at me with empathy. "Why don't we start changing things now if we go off of what normally happens it might break it."  Dean smiled at that. "Yeah well, nothing's set in stone. You say we order the same thing every day, right?" He asked me. "Yeah. Pig in a poke, side of bacon and Y/n the same with a extra side of sausage."

Doris came with their plates and he took Y/n's extra plate of sausage for his own. "See? Different day already. You see, if we decide that I am not gonna die – I'm not gonna die neither is N/n." Y/n eats the odd pig n a pork as Dean stabs a sausage link with his fork and bites into it. He only chews for a second before choking. "Dean. Dean?!" I said panicked as I look at Y/n who has her head layed down on the table pink form flowing from mouth. Looking into the serving window I saw rat potion box on it's side open.

 Ḣ̷̢̯̤͚̪̥̞̖̔e̴̥̓͐̽̋̀͝͝ǎ̶̧̨͈̗̤̰͖̒̎̎̃̕͜ț̶̗͔̫̟͈̟̞͊͐̓ ̵̧͎̞̺́̒̄̓̾̀̚ó̶͇͎̮͉̹̟͖͒̚͠f̵̛̼̝̜̅̒ ̸͙̱͇̦̞̯̤̠̓̈́̊͂̂̔́̚t̴̨͎͙̪̽͐͒̓̈́h̵͎̆͊e̸̱̘̍̍ ̷̧̪̼͈͖̩̓̎̀̊̉m̷̧̦̰̗̑̃͐ǫ̵̨̛̪̹̖̼̞͕͐̂̀̄m̶͉̟̦̖͕͈͆e̴̢̲̚n̸̡̮̈͋̅̅̈́͘̕̚t̵͕̱͚͛͘͜ͅ

Dean was in the shower as Y/n stood brushing her teeth at the sink. "You mean we can't even go out for breakfast?" He asked from the bathroom. "You'll thank me when it's Wednesday!" I said looking out the window. "Whatever that means you weirdo. Shit!" Y/n said she dropped something. A slick sound followed by a thud sounded in the bathroom a shocked gasp of Dean's name was cut short by a crash.

Ḣ̷̯̤͚̪̔e̴̓͐̽̋͝͝ǎ̶̧̨͈̗̤̰͖̒̎̎̃̕͜ț̶̗͔̫̟͈̟͊͐̓ ó̶͇͎̮͉̹̟͖͒̚͠f ̸̓̈́̊͂̂̔́̚t̴̨͎͙̪̽͐͒̓̈́h̵͎̆͊e̸̍̍ ̷̧̪̼͈͖̩̓̎̀̊̉m̷̧̦̰̗̑̃͐ǫ̵̨̛̪̹̖̼̞͕͐̂̀̄m̶͉̟̦͆e̴̢̲̚n̸̮̈͋̅̅̈́͘̕̚t

Hot pot of coffee was thrown in Y/n's face missing some angry girls boyfriend after Dean intervened in their argument getting bashed over the head with a napkin dispenser.

Ḣ̷̯̤͚̪̔e̴̓͐̽̋͝͝ǎ̶̧̨͈̗̤̰͖̒̎̎̃̕͜ț̶̗͔̫̟͈̟͊͐̓ ó̶͇͎̮͉̹̟͖͒̚͠f ̸̓̈́̊͂̂̔́̚t̴̨͎͙̪̽͐͒̓̈́h̵͎̆͊e̸̍̍ ̷̧̪̼͈͖̩̓̎̀̊̉m̷̧̦̰̗̑̃͐ǫ̵̨̛̪̹̖̼̞͕͐̂̀̄m̶͉̟̦͆e̴̢̲̚n̸̮̈͋̅̅̈́͘̕̚t

 "Does this taco taste funny to you?" Dean asked as Y/n ran to the bathroom her face pale. The sound of someone throwing up came from behind the closed as Dean feel face first on the table chocking on vomit,

Ḣ̷̯̤͚̪̔e̴̓͐̽̋͝͝ǎ̶̧̨͈̗̤̰͖̒̎̎̃̕͜ț̶̗͔̫̟͈̟͊͐̓ ó̶͇͎̮͉̹̟͖͒̚͠f ̸̓̈́̊͂̂̔́̚t̴̨͎͙̪̽͐͒̓̈́h̵͎̆͊e̸̍̍ ̷̧̪̼͈͖̩̓̎̀̊̉m̷̧̦̰̗̑̃͐ǫ̵̨̛̪̹̖̼̞͕͐̂̀̄m̶͉̟̦͆e̴̢̲̚n̸̮̈͋̅̅̈́͘̕̚t

Dean is in the bathroom as Y/n stands as the small kitchen sink. "Damnit!" She dropped her ring in the sink reaching down the drain Dean plugs in his electric razor and gets electrocuted as the garbage disposal turns on causing Y/n to scream

Ḣ̷̯̤͚̪̔e̴̓͐̽̋͝͝ǎ̶̧̨͈̗̤̰͖̒̎̎̃̕͜ț̶̗͔̫̟͈̟͊͐̓ ó̶͇͎̮͉̹̟͖͒̚͠f ̸̓̈́̊͂̂̔́̚t̴̨͎͙̪̽͐͒̓̈́h̵͎̆͊e̸̍̍ ̷̧̪̼͈͖̩̓̎̀̊̉m̷̧̦̰̗̑̃͐ǫ̵̨̛̪̹̖̼̞͕͐̂̀̄m̶͉̟̦͆e̴̢̲̚n̸̮̈͋̅̅̈́͘̕̚t

"Sam what's different about today then last time?" I looked at Y/n away from my laptop at the diner. "The only thing that changes is how and when you guys die. Nothing's never the same,but everything else happens exactly how it's suppose to unless we interfere." I said for what seemed like the hundredth time she asked as Dean eats his greasy bacon. "This must be the work of a djinn but it's making you see a nightmare instead of a dream." Y/n suggest pulling out dad's journal heard that one. "But if this loop is too seamless maybe a trickster they can mess with reality maybe you pissed off the one at the campus." I shook my head. "Tricksters are addicted to sweets there's no way a Trickster is here and kept this up without eating a load of sugar. The things they eat won't be a effect of a illusion either so evidence would be littered everywhere. " I said as I typed away. She looked at me a grin as she brushes her nose with her finger. "Bingo!" Y/n said excitedly "Look at anyone eating anything sweet. Hell hold a child with a lollipop at gun point if you must!" Her words sunk in I've been looking for witches, djinn, but not tricksters as I ruled it out.

It was close to the end of the day the three of us were at the diner at night the only place in the vicinity of where the loop takes place. "What are we even looking for, Sammy?" Dean asked as he shinned a light around as Sam was looking through cabinets and in the trash. "Candy wrappers. Empty pudding cup. A whole thing of raw cookie dough! Anything sweet that can fuel a trickster into making flawless illusion." I said as the lights in the kitchen flicked on and the cook looked at them in shock as he dropped a bag of something glass before anger took over his orbs. A fight broke out between him and Dean. The sound of air whooshing a meat clever came in contact with his chest Dean was promptly pushed to the side as the cook handles the next closest  intruder, Y/n. I try keeping him away from her but he threw me back the back of my head hitting the counter he was dead set on her. Grabbing a handful of Y/n's h/c hair he dragged her to the opposite side of the kitchen in front of me the bubbling of oil almost made me want to scream in frustration. Pushing her face first she kicked her legs trying to hit him, but after a minute her body went limp as she slipped off hitting the floor. She was unrecognizable. I look away and see a glimpse of what was in the trash bag.

Ḣ̷̯̤͚̪̔e̴̓͐̽̋͝͝ǎ̶̧̨͈̗̤̰͖̒̎̎̃̕͜ț̶̗͔̫̟͈̟͊͐̓ ó̶͇͎̮͉̹̟͖͒̚͠f ̸̓̈́̊͂̂̔́̚t̴̨͎͙̪̽͐͒̓̈́h̵͎̆͊e̸̍̍ ̷̧̪̼͈͖̩̓̎̀̊̉m̷̧̦̰̗̑̃͐ǫ̵̨̛̪̹̖̼̞͕͐̂̀̄m̶͉̟̦͆e̴̢̲̚n̸̮̈͋̅̅̈́͘̕̚t

My eyes snapped open. Maple! Getting up quickly Dean looks at me strangely as I hurried to get dress and quickly grabbed supplies. Y/n stepped out of the bathroom with a wet rag on her face groaning. "My face feels like it was set on fire." She muttered her words muffled as she flops on the bed. Dean walked over to her flipping her over I saw a flash of burnt and bubbling skin before it seemed to heal over till all I saw was her face tense in pain. "Stop whining you fine ,N/n we got a mystery spot to invade." He gently slapped her cheeks I could tell she bit her tongue holding in a cry of pain. "You're right let's go." We walked to the dinner as we sit down I look at the five tables that order pancakes one puts only a little and he always uses such a small amount ,the second and third was for children and they drowned them in chocolate syrup and maple making them get scolded by their parents, a women poured some on her blueberry pancakes, but she always did that it wasn't enough to fuel a full town illusion, the last guy didn't even have maple.

I paused he always had maple syrup with his stack of pancakes. Abruptly standing up I go after the man. "Woah! Woah! What's wrong?" Y/n asked as Dean finally got out the booth letting her up too. "Guy has maple syrup for the last hundred Tuesdays, all of a sudden he's having strawberry?" I say as he walks past us in the window. "It's a free country. Man can't choose his own syrup, huh? What have we become?" Dean said sarcastically. "Not in this diner. Not today. Nothing in this place ever changes. Ever. Except me."  I rush after him as they follow. "What's in the bag?"

 I grab the man slamming him into the fence, and put the tip of the wooden stake at his throat. "That what's in the bag." Y/n mumbled to Dean. "Hey!" The guy exclaimed. "I know who you are. Or should I say, what." The trickster faked fear. "Oh my god, please don't kill me." He begged Dean came behind me trying to stop me like he did before. That didn't end well. "Sam, maybe you should—" I quickly cut him off. "No! Y/n told me there's only one creature powerful enough to do what you're doing. Making reality out of nothing, sticking people in time loops in fact you'd pretty much have to be a god. You'd have to be a Trickster." The man started to try and reason with me. I'm tired of the games. "Don't lie to me! I know what you are! We've killed one of your kind before!"

His face stared to morph and my eyes widened. "Actually, bucko, you didn't." We looked at him shocked. "Why are you doing this to me?" I asked Dean and Y/n next to me weapons trained on him. "You're joking, right? You chuckleheads, minus sugar drop over there, tried to kill me last time. Why wouldn't I do this?" He looked at me like I'm dumb. "And Hasselback, did he try and kill you too?" Y/n asked. "That putz? Oh sweetcheeks, He said he didn't believe in wormholes, so I dropped him in one." His laugh rung out at his past actions that drew us to the town. "Then you guys showed up. I made you the second you hit town."

 I was angry. "So this is fun for you? Killing Dean and Y/n over and over again?" I asked he held up his hand. "One, yes. It is fun I mean have you seen the ways Dean dies. Two not so fun with her I kinda like Y/n more then you morons. And three? This is so not about killing them. This joke is on you, Sam. Watching your big brother and baby sister die, every day? Forever?" The pressure on the stake increased. "You son of a bitch! I'll kill you." He puts his fingers in a snapping motion threatening to start the day over. "How long will it take you to realize? You can't save your brother. No matter what you do. How long does it take to understand that you're to busy trying to save him you're killing your sister?" I scoffed. "Oh yeah? I kill you, this all ends now." Blood trickled from his neck. "Oh, hey, whoa! Okay. Look. I was just playing around. You can't take a joke, fine. You're out of it. Tomorrow, you'll wake up and it'll be Wednesday. I swear."

 I wasn't convinced. "You're lying." It can't be that easy. "If I am, you know where to find me. Having pancakes at the diner." I look at my siblings about to answer when he snapped and they day fades away.

"I started a joke which started the whole world crying" The radio blared. I shot up and looked around. "What, you gonna sleep all day?" Dean said from the bathroom as Y/n walked in with a to-go bag with the diners name on it. "Sleeping beauty's finally up." She said with a smirk sitting the bag down. As the music quieted down a bit. "No Asia?" I asked. "Yeah, I know. This station is all sad crap sorry it doesn't have your favorite." Dean chuckled as song played.

"But I didn't see that the joke was on me, oh no."

I look at the clock and it read Wednesday thank God. "It's Wednesday!" I said excitedly "Yeah, usually comes after Tuesday. Turn that thing off, will you? I'm ready to watch TV" He said as he walked towards Y/n. I grinned. "What, are you kidding me? This isn't the most beautiful song you've ever heard?" Y/n looked at me weird. "You told me you hate this song?" She said getting boxed food out. "Yeah, How many Tuesdays did you have?" I gave a large sigh. "One to many." Dean was about to open his when I make him stop.. "All right. Pack your stuff, let's get the hell out of town. Now." He look upset. "Right now? Can't we enjoy some breakfast?" I shake my head. "No breakfast. Pack it up."

 Third Person (real quick)

 Dean stands next to Y/n just talking someone's foots steps come from behind them. There was no time to register what happened when a gunshot fired followed by a scream. "Dean! Y/n!" A distant voice shouted rushing outside. Y/n was cradling Dean's upper body as blood pooled on the asphalt. "No, no, no no no, hey, hey, come on, not today, not today, this isn't supposed to happen today, come on!" Sam realizes Dean is dead no heat of the moment no second chance he's dead.

 Sam POV

It's been six months since Dean got shot I dropped Y/n off at Bobby's figuring she'd be safer. I was listening to old voice mails as I sat in a motel room.

10+ voice mails

"...it's been two months N/n left after you stopped picking up your phone. She already lost one brother and now she lost the other. Last I heard she handled a nest down in Wisconsin."  She'll be fine.

Message Deleted 9+ New Voice Mails

"Sammy I know you're busy, but we can't just stop huntin because of this trickster." I haven't stopped just more focused.

Message Deleted 8+ New Voice Mails

"Damn you Winchester’s! Answer the phone it's been three months and Y/n was been taking larger cases solo. Get to her before she does a suicide mission!!" S-she will be fine I know it.

Message Deleted 7+ New Voice Mails

"Just took on a hoard of wendigos I didn't know they could nest like vamps. I'm in Yellowstone if you were wondering." She's fine hunting big league Dean is gonna be proud.

Message Deleted 6+ New Voice Mails

"Four months! Y/n hasn't been seen by anyone I've called every number I know and no one has seen her. God boy grow a pair and find her ya idjit!" Hidden from the world she's fine. That sick bastard cant get her.

Message Deleted 5+ New Voice Mails

"Dean is in hell Sammy I gotta get him back this trickster is a dead end and we both know it. I need to get to the boss of hell if I want to get to De...just call me back." She knows what she's doing she's got a good head on her shoulders.

Message Deleted 4+ New Voice Mails

"Sam it's Bobby five months and still no word from either of y'all. I know you not dead yet. Come back here and Y/n will follow." No she won't she wouldn't.

Message Deleted 3+ New Voice Mails

"Bobby has tried calling me asking me to come home, but I can't go back till you do. We only have each other. I'm trashing this phone tomorrow. " I'll get Dean back I promise, n/n.

Message Deleted 2+ New Voice Mails

"I'm done looking for you cause I know damn well you haven't given me a second thought. Don't try contacting this number. Bye Samuel." She doesn't need me. She's safer away.

Message Deleted 1+ New Voice Mails

"I haven't got a clue where your sister is, but I found him."

Bobby looked around the mystery spot as I came in the older man hugged me ,but got no verbal response. As Bobby went on about a ritual my brown eyes analyzed him suspiciously. "I'll go get it now." I went to leave to get gallons of blood. "No I won't let you kill a innocent person." He hands the knife to me. "Yeah, okay Bobby." The older man turned around as I took out a stake putting the knife at his throat and stake through his back ,but that wasn't the man that raised us. As he disappeared the stake flinging behind me over my shoulder.

 The trickster stood behind me giving a large smirk with the stake in his hand. "I gotta say I'm impressed I guess after a few hundred Tuesdays you caught wind of a trick when you saw one." The shorter man chuckled. "Bring him back." My words laced in a threatening tone. "Who, Dean? Or Y/n? Dean's dead in the dirt six feet under. He ain't coming back. His soul's downstairs doing the hellfire rumba as we speak. As for Y/n running herself into the grave." Sam looked shocked at his words. "Y/n isn't dead only Dean what are you on about!? Just take me back to Tuesday! No. Wednesday" She was on the other side of the country probably in a motel room or faking a story to get into the morgue I just needed to go back to Wednesday to fix everything. "I thought Dean had a thick skull you don't get it do you? There was a reason you were stuck in a loop a lesson to learn. You can't save your brother and you ,not me you, are killing your sister. Poor girl all alone." It seemed to go in one ear at out the other. "Just take me back and I won't hunt you down I swear." The short man rolled his eyes this wasn't even fun anymore. "You want your brother back so bad. Have him." Snapping his fingers Sam woke up.

 "I started a joke which had the whole world crying." Sam smiled as he sat up seeing Dean. "But I didn't see that the joke was on me ,oh no." He looked at the door waiting for Y/n to walk in with breakfast like last time, but in never happened. "Hey where's N/n?" He asked confused. Dean looked at Sam. "She got a different room last night why don't you check on her." He said dismissively. Somethings not right. Getting dressed he walked to her room. This motel room was unavailable on Monday night ,but how did she get it when they didn't get it before. Unlocking the door he looked at the room it looked odd like she was shacked up her for weeks and not just a night. Pictures plastered the wall of the mystery spot then different supernatural creatures. Walking over to the bed he saw dad's journal and opened it a off white paper was hidden in between the old pages.

 "Wednesday,May 14

To Sam,

its been months since Dean has died I came back here almost half a year since last time. I don't know when you'll see this note or if you ever will ,but I'm sorry I'm so sorry. I never thought I'd end up alone it's silly really I always thought that Me, you, and Dean would go down together in Winchester type glory guns blazing, but the glue that held us together was gone and we no longer had each other. I hunted to make the emotionally pain go away hell I sold my soul to the Demon king just to stop feeling everything, but this place brought back all the pain not of Dean's death only the physically stuff my body is in so much pain like I've died a thousand times and it's all crashing onto me at once it hurts so much Sammy I thought not feeling would stop it, but it didn't make me any less human. I want it to stop all of it to stop the guilt, the pain. I'm so sorry I love you so much Samantha.

Y/n Winchester"

 Sam dropped the note as he looked around the room frantically pill bottles from aspirin to morphine littered the bedside tables clothes were scattered around the floor, but everything seemed to be there the bathroom or door was closed trying to turn the handle it was locked banging on the door with as much for as possible it caved, but the sight was horrific. Her skin was pale scars littered her body, but the cause for the lack of completion were the vertical cuts from her wrist to the nook of her elbow one arm was over the edge of the tub while the other turned the cold water a red dark enough the only thing seen was a outline of her body. His scream was earth shattering as if he has never seen her die before, but he doesn't get another chance like before he can't beg the trickster to be merciful and allow her to live to go back exactly to the Wednesday before save them both. Sam would give anything to go back to Tuesday, because this was so much worse.

 ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ "I never thought I'd be so alone." - Grey's Anatomy

A/n: This shit was depressing, but I wanted to make the lesson evident that Sam cant save everyone.

Update:

Part two: Thank God It's Friday

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So I don't think i'll be able to do anything fancy to celebrate the CP77 anniversary but uh maybe i'll try putting some ("some") of my mushy thoughts and feelings into words eh? (It's long and cheesy as fuck so read at ur own discretion alhagsfjfks)

It's hard for me to properly express how grateful I am to have taken a chance on this game. I hadn't really payed much attention to it's development leading up to release and it ended up being a spur of the moment purchase shortly before it came out, saw it on the playstore and thought "hey i've heard a few good things about this game and it seems interesting so why the hell not"

Obviously got a bit nervous when I started reading peoples horror stories about the low poly ps1 npc's or their characters t-posing on their motorcycles in the nude and what have you, but I said fuck it, might add some flavor to the game anyway

I can safely say that I wasn't expecting to be immediately blown away by the atmosphere of Night City and The Badlands, to get so attached to all of the characters I met throughout the story be it prominent or small time npc's, to be completely engrossed in the narrative and finally to turn into a muddled mess of emotions by the end of my first playthrough (got the Temperance ending my first go around so you can imagine my distress lmao)

Looking back it wasn't a "perfect" playthrough, I was hyper focused on the plot moving and there were many things I left unfinished, but that initial experience and all the raw feelings I felt is something that i've been trying to chase since it ended. All of my later playthroughs have been incredibly fun and exciting (it's probably a good sign that i've replayed it about 7 times lmao) but in all of it's pre fix-up imperfections the first playthrough was by far the best and most memorable

I could go on about why I love the game itself, but honestly I think my enjoyment for it has been heightened further by other players in the community and their own love and passion for the game

I didn't really know what to expect going into this fandom, but i'm super happy to say that it has been nothing but a pleasant experience thus far. I wish I had the guts to chat with more of you, but I wanna say how much I've appreciated all of the small interactions i've had with you folks and all of the very kind things you say on the posts I make. I love seeing all the wildly impressive artwork you guys put out, from photographs to drawings to fic's, I've even seen a ton of growth and improvement in my mutuals content and I just wanna say your all doing an amazing job and I hope you keep it up cuz I genuinely love seeing the stuff you guys make!

In summary:

I love this game and I love you good folks in the Cyberpunk community

Here's to more good shit for '77 going into '22 🍾❤