#had a bit of a hard time with her character before

[your-unfriendlyghost]

I dunno when you're gonna see this but take your time. I just wanted to know your opinion on the musical and if you had to pick a favorite NEW character, who would it be?

Ohhh lord. I’m preemptively sorry for all this. 

  So I haven’t seen the musical, and honestly I don’t plan to. I’m not much of a musical person in general. There’s definitely a place for them, but yk, I’m just not that into theatrical, over the top, song-filled ways of tellin stories…I may be in the school play now, but I’m a movie guy not a theater kid 🥲

  Aside from that (probably small-minded) preference, according to what I’ve picked up from y’all, the musical apparently has done a lotta things with the plot/characters that I’m just not into. I guess I just am not a big fan of the musical’s changes. I understand that it's a different medium, and lets be real I know nothing about musicals, so I’m sure the changes make sense in context, but I dunno…it just feels so different to me, enough so that I’m just not interested in it. Plus I’ve tried listening to the music n I just don’t vibe w/ most of it. 

  >>BUT I did hear the Little Brother song (Daryl Tofa cover I think) tho and that one went pretty damn hard ngl. I do not like the Johnny/Dally lil brother thing, but BOY that song was AMAZING. Really dug it. Very emotional, in a way where I could really feel it. That doesn’t happen to me very often lol.

  Idk tho aside from that I tend to refrain from commenting on the musical because I don’t have a lotta good to say about it, and I just don’t feel like it’s necessary for me to talk about something a bunch of folks like if I’m just gonna be bitchy lol. (Which is why I’m gonna tag this post very minimally lol 😭) Gah idk. Steve Randle and Randy Adderson deserved better. 

More bitchin under the cut, because I have some very silly nitpicks that I know aren’t a big deal, but I keep seeing these things around and they irritate me personally. For stupid personal reasons. It’s totally ok to dig these things/characters I’m just a hater at heart lol. So yk don’t hit the read more if ya don’t wanna see me bein a whiny, petty jerk abt things ya probably like 😭😭

  BEFORE that tho, some things I do like about the musical:

-Marcia looks perfect, no notes. Musical Marcia rocks

-Musical Cherry is also cool, n I dig her fit

-Daryl Tofa seems awesome. I like his Two-Bit, I like his Dally, I like him. I know next to nothing about him, but he was a fantastic casting choice imo. Two-Bit is still Emilio Estevez to me, but Daryl Tofa’s Two-Bit is pretty much perfect too

-Johnny’s fit is cool

-I like that the cast seems to like Marbit :)) 

-The way the cast posts things/interacts w/ the fandom is very endearing :)) I may not give a damn abt any of them really, but it’s fun seein’ y’all freak out abt it. Feels like watching a party from the sidelines in a good way- like I may not understand, but it’s charming and fun to see y’all happy ‘bout it 

-Soda’s actor quoted the “People who stay and people who leave” thing, so I don’t even care much that he’s not how I picture Soda- like he clearly gets Soda n that’s pretty cool

Ok time for the whining

-“Chet” is the name my folks used to say they were naming me before I was born, because they thought it was an awful name and they thought it was funny seeing folks’ reactions. So I’m pretty primed to dislike him by name alone.

-Chet/Soda annoys me, Soda has Steve he doesn’t need some Soc jerk. Y’all have Parry for ur homoerotic Soc x greaser stuff, don’t kill Stevepop man

-Cherrycola is just Marbit but blander 😭

-I also am not fond of cutting Randy?? Like why tf did they cut Randy Adderson?? I liked him a lot in the book/movie, and he really added a lot to the plot in my opinion…But idk, whatever…

-“Trip”- shut up, just LET HIM BE RANDY, HOLY HELL! he could be played COMPLETELY THE SAME just CALL HIM RANDY and I’ll stop being mad about it :,)

-the Dally/Johnny little brother thing…it’s a take, but it’s the most boring take for their characters ever, and I just despise that view of Johnny. Idk if I were him I’d be so pissed, having a friend who’s just a year older than me callin’ me “little brother”. But that’s just me! I definitely see why folks dig it, it’s just not my thing.

-I am probably also personally resentful towards the musical because I couldn’t afford to see it this summer, which just felt very ironic considering the themes about class divide and all. Like great, y’all have fun spending a crap ton of money on a musical about greasers. I’ll spend mine on gas for my car. And food. Whatever. I was in NY this summer too, so Broadway Outsiders straight up haunted me. There were brochures for it in the hotel. We walked past the Jacobs Theater a bunch on the way to restaurants and stuff. The ad for it is in the background of all my selfies in Times Square… Aughhhh I’m bein such a bitch about it ik ik it’s so unfair and so stupidly petty for me to be so irritated about it. I know. I can’t help it. Sue me, I’m not a logical man.

-I do NOT care about Paul. But there’s more like…tension w/ Paul in the musical, so obviously everyone’s latched onto him + Darry. Fine. I just really really don’t care about him, and seeing something I don’t care about constantly is turning neutrality into disdain…which is again such a me problem n I needa just get over it lol. I won’t though. I wish I could.

-Not into the way Dally dies in the musical. It is cool, don’t get me wrong, I love me a good train, but something about the way he died in the book/movie felt more like Dally to me. Idk. There was more plausible deniability or something, like Dally could convince himself he was going down fighting instead of “giving up”. (Kinda crass ik but…so is Dally, man)

-The Socs annoy me. That is so hypocritical since one of my favorite characters is Steve Randle. I know it. I swear I do. But ughhhh I just don’t like hearing about them…I’m so sorry

-Soda shouldn’t be that buff man he really shouldn’t. Also feel like he should be prettier. Jason’s good looking, but not in a very “sensitive” way…TO ME! And that is ridiculously unfair of me lol. Idk Rob Lowe’s Soda is irreplaceable to me I think (I can’t help it he’s my gay awakening) (/J/J/J ISTG)

-I miss Steve’s vest man, it was so tuff. The way it’s cropped in the movie to meet the waistband of his jeans?? The way the collar’s popped?? The fit w/ the tank top underneath?? Genuinely the height of coolness to me. I had a denim vest before watching Outsiders, but after watching it I bought one in the same brand as Steve’s because the fit was so fire man (n it does fit better than my old one lol. IDK what it is abt Lee’s denim, but their jacket makes my shoulders + waist look so much better than my old jacket it’s great) tl;dr I miss Steve’s vest it was my fav Outsiders character

-I don’t r e a l l y care much about Ace…I mean she’s ok, and she does look very cool, but I just wish we were clearer on her…role in the gang, I guess? I dunno (maybe if she was Two’s lil sister it wouldn’t bug me? Like cos he canonically has a little sister?? Or if she was like…Sylvia or smth… but nah she occupies an entirely different role so idk how to feel abt that)

-I don’t like that Steve “travelled here w/ Dally”. Steve is SODA’S BEST FRIEND! THAT’S HIS WHOLE ROLE!

-They shoulda casted me. Look I may not like musicals but I can sing GREAT and it’s frankly appalling that there’s a modern Outsiders adaptation and I don’t get to be part of it. Smh. I’d be a great Steve. I coulda been Steve. Plus I’m Asian so yk. Diversity. (I’m a minor they could not and would not cast me lol this one’s a joke)

-I don’t love the Pony n Johnny as best friends take. I think they became close because of Windrixville, which is just another thing that adds to the tragedy of Johnny dying. That’s a nitpick tho again. It’s not that big a deal :,)

Augh so ik I needa just cope with all of this but y’know…you asked… :,)

Sorry again for all this lol 😭

[sofreddie]

Live to Die Another Day

Summary: On a hunt involving amateur witches, Y/N gets hit by a spell, and Dean is determined to help.

Characters: Dean Winchester x F!Reader, Sam Winchester

Warnings: NONCON/DUBCON, Consensual Sex, Spell, Fuck or Die, Angst, Fighting, Smut (Unprotected Sex, Outdoor Sex, Creampie), Fluff, Love Confessions

WC: 5,616

A/N: Another story that just came out of nowhere. I swear, I try to work on my current projects, but sometimes you gotta take a break and get the other ideas out of your head so you can keep going on your current WIPs. So, have a thing!

My Masterlist

The motel room door closed with a soft click that sounded louder in the confines of the small, rented room. Y/N slowly made her way to the closest of the two queen beds and gingerly sat on the edge. Dean eyed her cautiously as Sam settled at the little kitchenette table and opened his laptop, beginning to research what he could remember.

They had been hunting witches - pretty nasty ones at that - and had managed to kill them all. Well, not before the last one - a real amateur among them - threw a Hail Mary by tossing some red powder at Y/N and chanting Latin before Dean put a bullet in her head. 

Sam focused diligently as he typed the Latin he heard and the circumstances of the spell. Dean sat nursing a beer, concentrating solely on Y/N, not knowing what magic effects would affect her or what might happen. Y/N did everything cautiously - moving, talking, sitting, thinking - but she felt no different. Just a little gross from the hunt and a bit itchy from whatever that powder all over her contained.

"Sam, I feel fine. Honestly," Y/N sighed and smiled at him for reassurance. 

"Pretty sure it's a lust spell," Sam muttered, still focused on the laptop and taking a sharp inhale. "Looks like it's fatal if not appeased." He glanced at Y/N, then Dean, before returning to his computer. 

Dean felt his heart sink into his stomach. It made sense, considering the witches seemed to be experimenting with different sexual and lust-related spells and curses, hexing local citizens, most of whom died, but none of which had the same kind of spell or ingredients involved.

More than that, Dean swallowed hard at the thought of Y/N having to go through something like that. She'd need a partner, someone she trusted to help her. Dean tried not to get excited, to jump up and volunteer at the notion. However, he was still scared and worried that she could die or, worse, wouldn't take his help if offered. 

They were friends, hunting partners, and Bunker roommates. She'd been with them for over a year since they found her, saving herself from a nest of vampires that had tried - and failed - to make her a victim. Despite not having a hunting background, the Winchesters took her under their wing, immediately recognizing her talent and potential. 

It didn't take long for Dean to start falling for her. He'd flirt occasionally, wink and smirk, and enjoy her giggles, eye rolls, and flushed cheeks. But he was too nervous even to try, feeling way beneath her, unworthy of her, not wanting to taint her with him. 

"Fuck or die?" Y/N scoffed. "Seriously? I don't feel anything though. Maybe Dean shot her in time, and the spell didn't have time to take effect." 

She wasn't even sure Sam had heard her or was listening as he reached for one of the books he'd taken from the witches' place and scanned for more information. When his face went a few shades pale, she swallowed hard in worry. 

"Sam?"

"Looks like the witches mixed up some of their Latin conjunctions," he muttered, jotting down the words he remembered versus the spell. As he looked over everything before him, it all became clear. "I think they were going for aggressive lust. As in, the person would become consumed with lust and just take whoever they wanted. But they messed up the wording. So it makes them need to have sex to live but aggressively fight against anyone who touches them or tries."

"Wait," Dean stared at his brother as the gears turned in his head. "So that's why half the vics were mauled to death? Because the lusting party beat them to death for trying to have sex with them?"

"Yeah," Sam sighed, leaning back in his chair and running a hand through his hair, avoiding Y/N's eyes as he concluded. "Which means, to have sex to break the spell, someone has to fight her, overpower her, and…a-and." Sam huffed, his pleading puppy eyes looking up to Dean,  silently begging not to have to say it. 

"Fuck," Dean groaned, glancing at Y/N and surprised when she started laughing.

"No. No way, Sam," Y/N chuckled. "You're saying I have to fight and be assaulted by some dude or die? I feel fine! No arousal, no anger, I'm fine!"

"No one's touched you," Sam pointed out. "If someone touches you, that'll probably set it off."

Dean couldn't help but think over the whole case and their current situation and just how monumentally fucked up it all was. But he didn't want anyone else touching her, let alone fucking her. He really didn't want to get mauled trying to help her, either. 

Y/N was a good friend, but she'd meant more than that to Dean for a long time. He already considered her his, even if they'd never been together or taken that step. He had wanted to - God, so many times - but he'd never dared to take that leap. 

Now, everything felt like a nightmare of anything he ever wanted with her, but he simply could not let anyone else touch her that way.

"Okay, well, let's test that theory then," Dean said, stepping towards Y/N and extending his hand for a shake. 

Y/N was trying her best to be brave, but internally she was freaking the fuck out. She wasn't lying before, she didn't feel anything - no lust, no anger - but she was still scared shitless that could change at any moment. She knew what happened to the victims, and she saw the bodies. She didn't want to do that to anyone, and she really didn't want to die.

When Dean stepped forward with an extended hand, offering to shake, she couldn't help the sudden wave of arousal that washed over her. Dean always had that effect on her. She had wanted him and to be with him as more than just friends, but she was too afraid of rejection and pained by her past to take a chance. 

Now, however, that familiar arousal seemed much more intense. She hoped Sam was wrong and told herself it was probably okay to shake hands. Besides, if everything did go to shit, she knew she could trust Dean to care for and save her.

Y/N shook her head and laughed, thinking he might be joking, but Dean stayed firm and waited for her. With a groan and an eye roll, she rose from the bed and shook Dean's hand. Almost immediately, her grip tightened to near-painful levels as pure, fiery-hot rage surged through her veins.

"Don't fucking touch me!" she growled - actually growled - at Dean as she yanked her hand from his, looking feral and on the edge of attack. 

Dean was caught off guard, not expecting such a strong reaction, or any reaction, for that matter. He jumped back several feet, and Sam stood, raising his hands and stepping between them. 

"Hey, Y/N?" Sam tried drawing her attention to him, and she instantly relaxed since he hadn't touched her. "No one's going to hurt you. Dean won't touch you again, okay?" She didn't respond but backed down, keeping her eyes trained on Dean like a predator watching its prey. It sent both shivers and heat down his spine.

As Y/N sat back on the edge of the bed, she stifled a moan from the pressure against her core. She felt unbearably aroused, like a stiff breeze could nearly make her come. But her body and mind were reacting as if she was pissed Dean had aroused her - which she sort of was. She suddenly needed to be fucked, like really, truly needed it. But she knew if anyone touched her - which you kind of have to do for sex - it would make her as pissed at them as she was at Dean. 

Then there was Dean. Usually, the idea of him haunted her dreams, leaving her wet and aching in the morning. Usually, his proximity had her begging for any touch from him, even an accidental graze. But they were friends and hunting partners. Despite the constant flirting, he did that with many women, so she knew she wasn't special. It didn't matter with the spell anyway, as an utter loathing for Dean replaced the affection she typically carried. Instead of yearning, she felt only abhorrence and disgust.

She would rather die than let him touch her.

Dean and Sam talked in the corner, and she couldn't quite make out what they were saying, but Dean's eyes were locked on hers from behind Sam's shoulder. His gaze was dark, almost as if he was as needy as she was. She felt more wetness pool in her panties at the heated gaze, and it made her growl at him again, ready to pounce and rip his throat out with her teeth.

Dean couldn't - wouldn't - take his eyes off of Y/N. She looked downright feral, the fire in her eyes making his hunter instincts spark to life, ready for a fight. But the desire and hunger swimming in the depths, the way she squirmed in need subconsciously, made his cock begin to swell in interest. Sam was trying to talk to him about logistics, but he wasn't paying attention; his focus was entirely on Y/N.

Lucky it was, as she grew tired of the tension and jumped from her seat, her gaze and anger solely focused on Dean. Tossing Sam aside - who landed against the door with a loud thud and a hissed 'dude' - Dean readied himself for Y/N's attack. She came at him, wild and enraged, but Dean could easily defend against her. 

However, she twisted from his grasp and attacked again, catching him off guard. Maybe he had taught her too well. He growled at the hits she landed before his muscle memory took charge. The next few seconds found Dean not only fending off her attack but launching her away from him and onto the bed with a roar. 

Sam, seizing the opportunity, grabbed his older brother and dashed out of the motel room, slamming the door behind them and holding the knob in case Y/N tried to follow. Luckily, it seemed to quiet down, and she never went for the door. Sam exhaled and turned to look at Dean, who seemed equally concerned and angry.

As soon as the door slammed shut, Y/N froze, staring at the wooden portal as if something might jump out and attack her. Her energy and anger slowly drained, leaving her with only the lust racing through her veins. She forced herself back to the bed, every step causing her thighs to rub and graze against her sensitive core. Fucking witches!

When Sam was sure Y/N wouldn't follow or keep attacking, he relaxed and released the door, turning to his flustered older brother.

"You okay?"

Dean scoffed and shook his head, "This is fucked up. I could have hurt her."

Sam just nodded, "So, what are we going to do? It's not like we can find some random guy to help her. And any guy willing to do that to her isn't someone I want around."

Dean nodded and huffed, his hackles rising at the thought of some random person touching Y/N. She was their friend, their hunting partner, their family. Dean glanced at Sam and knew he could never do that to Y/N. They were close friends, but autonomy was significant to Sam, and Dean knew his little brother couldn't bring himself to fight and fuck Y/N - especially not like this. 

That left Dean, and as much as the thought made his stomach churn, he knew he couldn't let her die. He cared about her - more than he was willing to label - but their situation was a mockery of anything he ever entertained in his mind.

"I'm gonna have to take her somewhere," Dean began, seeing Sam's confused look. "We can't trust anyone else. I'm not about to let her die, but I can't do it here."

"Witnesses," Sam confirmed with a nod. 

"Right, I'll wrangle her in the car and take her somewhere. Then I'll do what I have to do."

They were both fighting off the rising disgust and nausea as they formulated a quick plan of action. The idea was for Dean to enter the room and restrain Y/N, getting her into the car and to the middle of nowhere. She would undoubtedly put up a fight and scream, but they couldn't afford to draw attention. Dean was willing to have another dark mark on his soul if it meant saving her life. He just hoped she'd understand and forgive him.

Plan in place, Dean took a deep breath and was in the mindset of a hunt before he burst into the motel room with urgency. Y/N's gaze shot to him, and she immediately turned from concern to anger, standing from her seat and taking a fighting stance. Anticipating her attack, Dean quickly avoided her initial charge, dodging to the side and ending up behind her. She spun quickly, and Dean blocked a barrage of punches she threw at him, growling and snarling the whole while. 

A well-landed blow on her part caught Dean off guard, but as he recovered, he was more determined. As she launched her next attack, Dean overpowered her, tackling her to the ground and using his size and weight to keep her from kicking or hitting him. Reaching into his pocket, he retrieved a set of handcuffs and clicked them into place, binding her wrists behind her back. 

With a huff, he rose to his feet, then pulled her up by the arms. She continued to struggle and fight, but Dean simply perp-walked her to the backseat of Baby, lacing the buckle through her cuffs to keep her in place.

"She's pissed off," Sam commented as Dean slammed the back door of the car a little too harshly.

"You think?" he scoffed, more than a little surprised by how strong and efficient a fighter she'd become. He was glad neither seemed hurt much but knew it was still far from over.

Sam watched Dean go to the driver's door, prepared to leave with Y/N. He wanted to say something, to encourage or reassure his brother, but he couldn't find any words to help their current situation. As Dean pulled out of the space and drove off to who knows where, Sam sighed and returned inside the motel room, hoping they'd both be okay.

-

Dean drove fast, in a hurry to get to a secluded area and help Y/N before she tore herself apart, trying to get out of her restraints. She was handcuffed, her arms pinned behind her back, and he had looped the seatbelt through the cuffs to hold her back in the seat. He didn't need her trying to attack or bite him as he drove. 

Once the light pollution from civilization faded, Dean relaxed as he pulled off onto a dirt path through thick woods. Far from anything, the stars and moon were the only lights. Dean parked the Impala and took a breath before climbing out.

Y/N began thrashing and shouting again as he approached the rear door. He'd chew her ass later for kicking the back of his seat as much as she could in the confined space. As he opened the door, he was met with a kick to the stomach, her leg bent at a weird angle to strike out at him. Having had more than enough, Dean growled and hastily undid the seatbelt, dragging her roughly from the car. 

"Look," Dean growled as he pinned her against the side of the car. "I know the spell makes you fight, but I am trying to help you."

"Fuck you," Y/N spat.

"That's the plan," Dean sneered, spinning her around and bending her over the trunk. "Now, if I remove these cuffs, you gonna be nice?"

"I'm gonna rip you to pieces," she chuckled darkly, and Dean couldn't help but swallow hard at the threat. He now knew she could probably go head-to-head in a fight with him, and he didn't want to.

"I guess I'll just keep them on then," he responded, holding her in place and looking her over.

A large part of him couldn't help but be aroused. He had wanted Y/N and thought about her many times but kept it inside, content with their close and cherished friendship. Seeing her bent over his Baby, her plump ass in the air, had him hardening in seconds. That's when he noticed the seat of her pants was soaked through, and she was squeezing her thighs together. She may not want him, but she certainly needed him.

The thought of just friends - now or after this - seemed to blow away in the wind.

"I'm gonna take care of you," Dean whispered soothingly as he unfastened her jeans, tugging them and her underwear down to her thighs.

"No, don't!" she growled, trying to move and getting nowhere more than squirming under him. 

She knew what was about to happen, and her mind was screaming to stop, to prevent him from taking her. But her body was desperate for it, for him. She'd wanted Dean - in the back of her mind, she knew that - but never like this. She wanted him to fuck her, and she wanted to kill him for daring even to touch her.

"No?" Dean questioned as his fingers teased over her core before rubbing against her swollen clit. She gasped and let out a wanton moan, her hips bucking against his hand. "Seems like your body disagrees."

Y/N still tried to fight, to get out from under his control, but Dean pinned her in place as he hastily unfastened his jeans and pulled out his fully-hard cock. Just the sounds - his zipper, his clanking belt buckle, his huffed breaths as he rushed - amped up her arousal until it was pooling at her entrance and spilling over down her thighs, making her moan and swoon despite the rage at Dean and the unwanted assault that was about to occur.

The sight of her slickened folds, dripping down her thighs, her delicious moans from his simplest of touches, had Dean hard enough to cut glass. He hesitated, reassuringly touching her hip and trying to still his nerves.

"Dean, please, don't. Don't do this," Y/N begged, almost making Dean call the whole thing off. Except, he knew she would die if he didn't. He'd rather have her alive and hating him than dead and gone entirely. 

"I'm so sorry, Y/N-" Dean apologized, knowing it would only be the first of many apologies "-but I have to. Forgive me."

Throwing aside his feelings and determined to 'get the job done,' Dean slid deep within her with one harsh thrust, making them both shout moans into the night air. He began fast and hard, focusing on working her towards her high, knowing it wouldn't take much for him to follow. 

Y/N tried to squirm out of the cuffs and tried to vocalize her rejection, but it all died out in the presence of her utter need. Her core clenched around his every intrusion, and moans and gasps ripped from her throat as he drove her toward her climax at an alarming rate. 

As soon as his hand reached around and rubbed her clit, she was gone, cumming hard around his shaft. As she clenched around him, he groaned, his own need imminent. But he wouldn't let himself cum, not considering the circumstances. He just wanted to help her and cure her, not violate her further. 

Dean stumbled back, pulling up his jeans but leaving them open and undone as he retrieved the key and unfastened the handcuffs around Y/N's wrists. She moved her arms with a hiss, and Dean tried to ignore the mess he made between her legs as he pulled up her pants for her, then quickly stumbled away from her again.

Y/N rubbed her wrists, sore and raw from her struggling. The spell over her had broken when they both climaxed, and she could feel the lust and anger ebbing away. What remained was the utter embarrassment and horror at the situation, at what Dean had to endure to save her. She was horrified at how she acted and that finally getting to be with him seemed like a nail in the coffin to ever being with him.

"Are you okay?" Dean asked as she turned around and leaned against the side of the car, only flashing him a glance before looking at the ground or anywhere but at him.

As everything settled over her and the spell's effects wore off, Y/N decided she was definitely not okay. Her mind was in turmoil, torn between what Dean did for her and what he had to do to her. She had wanted him, wanted to be with him, for so long, but now everything was just wrong. She fought back her tears and attempted to bottle up her emotions inside with all the rest. She could see on his face how destroyed he looked, and she didn't want to add to his pain.

Instead, she nodded and swallowed hard, tears springing to her eyes. "Dean, I'm so sorry."

"What?"

"I-I'm sorry," she tried again, the tears falling despite her efforts. Once the dam broke, she couldn't stop. "I'm so sorry you had to do that."

"You shouldn't be sorry," he spoke, and through her tears, she could see he was just as broken as she. "I'm sorry. I did this to you, and I know I had to save your life, but I feel awful about it."

Y/N nodded in agreement, sniffling and wiping her face in vain as the tears continued to fall. Both her body and her mind felt shattered. As she wondered if she and Dean could even survive this, if their friendship could last beyond this awful thing, her heart broke further. He was her closest friend, an ally and hunting partner, and a man she knew she had fallen for long ago.

"I forgive you," Y/N insisted. 

Dean shook his head against her words, "You should hate me, hit me, something."

"I hate the witch," Y/N said. "I could never hate you, Dean. I just couldn't," she shrugged, afraid to say more. But she knew he was beating himself up, which would only worsen. "It's okay," Y/N promised as she cautiously approached him. 

Dean shook his head again but didn't stop her as she wrapped her arms around him and buried her face in his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, and they fell to their knees in the grass and dirt, still in each other's embrace, as they sobbed and apologized. 

Neither was sure who moved first, but their lips connected in a deep, sweet kiss despite their tears. As they both desperately sought redemption from one another, Y/N ended up in his lap and his arms. 

Every kiss, every touch, was laced with tears and apology; for what had happened, how it had happened, for the ugliness built into the spell by that damn witch.

Dean leaned into the kiss, using the momentum to lay her on the grassy ground gently. Words weren't needed, and the moment was too severe and heavy. Instead, they spoke with their bodies, through their kisses, through their hands as they removed clothes and caressed skin with fingertips. Y/N surprised him, rolling them over and grinding her hips down onto him before finally granting him reentry.

As Dean slid within her a second time, they were both ready and willing. The air was silent save for their breaths, the gentle slapping of their skin, and the sounds of nature alive under the full moon above. Still, it didn't hold the romanticism one might expect from such a moment, tinged with their sorrowful apologies against each other's skin, mending the hurt that came before.

Pushing him back onto the grass, Y/N sat atop his hips, grinding slowly and flexing her walls, paying attention to his every expression and sound. She wanted to show him that it was okay, that she forgave him, and thank him for what he did to save her. Leaning forward, she moved down his neck and across his chest, kissing apologies and forgiveness into his skin. 

Dean couldn't help but feel more than that - feeling appreciated and, dare he say, adored. The combination of sensations sent his mind reeling and his body hurling toward another climax. Moving a hand from her hip to her clit, he rubbed tight circles that had her cumming hard and dragging him over the edge with her.

As they climaxed, one after the other, they seemed to melt into each other—a sense of relief, forgiveness, and cleansing washed over them. Y/N rolled off of him, laying on her back beside him as she caught her breath and eased the ache in her thighs.

Y/N was sure their friendship was intact and mended, but she didn't know where they stood. She was afraid to ask, especially after what he endured because of her - for her. They shared quiet and awkward smiles as they lay under the stars, catching their breath. 

It was romantic, but she tried not to let her mind go there. Dean helped her, and she thanked him. She figured that was enough for him. But she couldn't get up and dressed until he moved first.

Dean felt awful after the first encounter, but the second time seemed to soothe that ache. He wanted to look at and enjoy her, and he wanted her to see him doing so. He thought, maybe now, despite everything, that this was his moment to show her how he felt.

Leaning over, Dean placed a delicate kiss on her collarbone. Sitting back on his knees, his eyes wandered over Y/N - splayed out on the grass, thoroughly fucked, the moonlight shining off her skin and his cum dripping from between her thighs - and the scene left him breathless. 

For Y/N, there was no misunderstanding of Dean's touch or thoughts. He was very precise in that and good at it, too. She knew what he was thinking because it was the same feeling and thought she had. And now she was more than eager for it, for Dean the way she'd always wanted him.

Dean's heart raced, and his breathing picked up as his gaze traveled over her body and met her eyes. Somehow, after all the twisted events of the night, this moment finally felt like the one he'd been waiting for—dreaming of—for quite some time. The look in her eye matched him, her desire present, her body squirming for more as he admired it. 

"You are stunningly beautiful, Y/N," Dean whispered reverently.

He wasn't sure how he was hard again after coming twice - other than the fact that it was Y/N - but he wasn't about to complain as he leaned over to kiss her. Her thighs parted, and he settled against her comfortably, kissing her deep and thorough like he always wanted. He needed to take his time to kiss, feel, and taste all of her. 

He felt an urgency between them that drove him to prove himself and tell her everything through his touch. Time didn't exist; all thought and sense outside of the two of them disappeared as Dean took his time to worship her entirely. 

With hands and mouth, Dean sought out every curve, ridge, and line as he mapped out her body and committed it to memory. His lips skimmed from her lips to her jaw, loving the soft moan she gave as he kissed behind her ear.

As his mouth encased a nipple, his fingers danced delicately across her dampened folds. Her hands flew to his head and tugged at his hair as her body arched into him. He slid a single finger slowly and deeply into her core, smirking when she moaned and spread her legs wider. After a moment, he added a second, and she ground her hips down against his hand, seeking more.

She was driving him insane in the best of ways. Her sounds, movements, and the way her body responded to him made his need to taste her urgent. He kissed his way down her body until he reached her core, his fingers still buried inside of her, stroking her walls. He kissed her clot gently before licking at it, sucking it in his mouth to torture it with his tongue. 

Y/N gasped at the sensations as she tugged harder on his hair, holding him right where she needed him. She briefly worried about hurting him, but he gave no indication. Instead, he was focused, moaning into her pussy; his fingers and tongue worked in sync to drive her higher and higher. Once he found that special spot inside her, he grinned, and everything turned up to eleven.

Y/N came hard, wailing into the night. Dean removed his fingers and replaced them with his tongue as he hungrily and eagerly drank down her juices, moaning along with her and rutting into the air. She was amazed at what he did and how he made her feel. 

She tugged at him in an attempt to get him back to her lips and kissed him fiercely when he complied. Reaching between them, she pumped his hard cock before lining him up and urging him forward with one hand on his ass and the other on his lower back.

As he bottomed out, they both gasped into each other's mouths at the feeling of him sliding home. Despite having fucked twice already, this time felt brand new and long-awaited. Dean wanted to give in to his urges, to pound her hard and hear her begging him for more. 

Instead, he went slow and steady, wanting to feel all of her and have her feel all of him, drawing it out as his hands and mouth never ceased. Y/N couldn't help but be loud, unable to keep quiet under Dean's attention and actions. But she figured it didn't really matter since he'd taken her to the middle of nowhere.

"Dean," Y/N moaned like a pornstar, too deep into her passions to even attempt to control herself. "Please, go faster," she begged, trying to rock her hips and urge him.

She was getting close again, her body still sensitive from their last rounds, and having Dean with her, inside of her finally, made her stamina near nothing.

"No," he mumbled against her throat, sucking a mark and maintaining his pace.

As she continued to buck, he pinned her hip down with one hand, staring her in the eye as he kept the same consistent, steady, and slow pace. He was just as desperate, but more importantly, he was on a mission. He wanted to prove himself, show her how he felt, and enjoy how he wanted their first coupling to be. He hoped there would be more times after this. He couldn't bear the thought of never having her again, not after this.

"Wanna feel you come for me," he spoke against her lips, kissing her hard as he rubbed her clit in time with his thrusts.

She gasped and bucked before she clenched hard around him. Dean followed behind, the two of them riding out a climax that damn near had them crying from the intensity and emotion held within. Dean collapsed against her with a sigh as her arms and legs wrapped around him, holding him close.

Groaning, Dean slowly withdrew and got to his feet, his body popping, cracking, and aching as he did so. Y/N grinned and giggled, accepting his offered hand as he helped her to her feet.

"We have to get back," Dean said before pecking her lips. "Sam's probably worried out of his mind."

They stole glances and giggled as they found their clothes and redressed. Dean took her into his arms again, kissing her soundly. With a sigh, he dropped his forehead to hers. He held her hand against his chest before raising it to kiss her knuckles.

"Ready?"

Y/N nodded and let him lead her to the Impala, climbing in through the driver's door and sliding to the passenger's as Dean climbed in behind her. The drive back was quiet, but they held hands on the seat space between them. Y/N's cheeks were hot, and she bit her lip as she realized they were moving forward together toward something more. 

After parking at the motel, Dean helped her out of the car and walked hand-in-hand into the room. Sam immediately looked up, catching sight of their grins and interlocked hands. He breathed a sigh of relief and offered a lopsided grin.

"So…the spell's broken?"

"Yep," Y/N responded.

"And this," he gestured between them, "Is this a thing now?"

"Yep," Dean answered with a grin, squeezing her hand.

Sam's grin mirrored his brother's, knowing things could have been a lot worse, but in the end, it turned out better than either he or Dean could have hoped. Knowing how long he'd pined after Y/N, he was happy for his brother. He was also glad that she wouldn't mope about over his brother any longer. 

"Good,” Sam smirked. “Live to die another day.”

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[jaiel]

I rediscovered Shezow. So now I’m throwing her in Gotham because I want every character I love to meet the bat family.

Shezow in Gotham

Shezow has been fighting crime in Gotham and it’s pretty hard to miss because she literally wears bright pink. As well as the fact the muggers and minor villains have been complaining about a human sized Barbie doll with a laser sword. Jason finally runs into this mysterious Barbie doll on a roof top mid patrol.

“So you’re the one who’s been causing trouble and making the homeless kids suddenly wear hot pink.” He speaks up making his presence known behind her.

The teenage girl turns around. Her outfit is mostly pink with a little bit of white sprinkled in. A pink leopard print base layer, not cheetah because the demon brat lectured him on the difference between cheetah, leopard and jaguar print the last time he made a mistake. Dark pink skirt that matches her cape, utility belt, white go go boots that remind him of wonder woman’s, pink shirt with a white S, pink gloves and black hair white a hot pink streak. He wondered what her favorite color was? Maybe it’s green…

“Well if taking out some muggers and a few mafia members is trouble then I’m your girl.” She responds. Her voice is higher but it feels forced. “What do I call you? Red head?”

“At least we know you’re not color blind. Could’ve been mistaken with the amount of pink you’re wearing.” He jabs snd she sighs. “Names Red Hood.”

“Trust me dude. If I had a choice I wouldn’t be wearing all this pink.” Her reply sounded tired as if this had been a reoccurring conversation. Jason noticed she rubbed a ring on her finger as she said this.

“Are you part of the Star Sapphires?”

“Nah never heard of em? It sounds she-diculous honestly..”

“Yeah….so what’s your name again?” He said hoping Oracle was catching the audio and visuals from his helmet.

“Shezow. Nice to-“ She said as she cut off. Her neck snapping back to where she was previously had been looking. “Gotta go there’s a she-mergency.”

“A wha-“ he begins before the girl jumps off the roof in a ruffle of skirt and cap fabric. His comm then came to life.

-“How long do think it’s gonna take before Dick and Bruce get into a custody battle?” oracles voice beams into his ear.

“Dick has probably already felt this kids presence in the stupid joke force and Bruce has already filled out the adoption papers.” Jason said dryly.

“Okay…so nothing about Shezow is popping up in our systems…”

“Why can’t anything just be easy. Now we got a hot pink meta Barbie running through Gotham.”

“I’ll keep an eye out for her on the city cameras. As I run facial recognition for her in the system. Don’t tell Tim yet. I don’t need him stalking her yet. We just got him off five cups of coffee and back to bring an insomniac.”

[ghoststyles]

Harmless Prank

A check-in blurb for Fairway to Heaven 💞

HIIIIII I’ve been wanting to write this since i saw this Tik Tok trend lol.

WARNINGS: Prank, ~Dom Harry~ my beloved, mostly fluff.

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Briar Barlowe is content with her relationship. She really is. But sometimes she likes to cause some trouble to keep things zesty and interesting.

She’d gotten the idea from Tik Tok; the abominable app that Harry detests, but still will crane his neck to watch while her head is in his lap and have the nerve to ask follow up questions to Reddit story times.

Briar grew up with 4 brothers, so she is no stranger to a harmless prank. So, when this video popped on to her feed one night while Harry snored through the movie they sat down to watch, she set the plan in motion.

Keeping herself busy throughout the day, she ran mini errands to keep up the appearance that she is simply too swamped to answer his messages.

What are you up to today? Didn’t get to say bye.

?

Are you getting a wax? I’m perfectly capable of doing that for you. Landing strip, triangle, polka dots. You name it.

Baby?

Briar smiles to herself. The power she feels from having a 41 year old man eat out of the palm of her hand is unmatched.

She didn’t really go shopping, but earlier she brought some designer paper bags bags she’d collected over the years down from their closet and began throwing old shoes, empty Dunkin’ cups and random dog supplies she’d found in her car to fill them up.

She looks down at her nails — the key to this prank. Her Coca-Cola red, almond shaped nails sparkle back at her. Those she had gotten done today, partially why she couldn’t answer Harry.

She clicks the garage door button to close behind her as she enters the mudroom. The dogs greet her, the bags swinging over their heads, making Gus glare at her.

Harry is at the kitchen island, his new reading glasses on his nose. She can see something boiling on the stove behind him. She begins filming on her phone nonchalantly, placing it against the flower vase on the entry table, pointed perfectly in the room.

He glances up, a tiny bit of relief washing over his features. He was wracking his brain trying to figure out why she’d leave the house without a word and ignore him the whole day.

“Hi Birdie,” he stands up to meet her by the door and places the glasses on the counter. “Started to scare me a little there when I didn’t hear from you. Did you do some shopping?”

He reaches for her hands, rubbing his thumb over her new, shiny, red nails.

“Mhm. Just thought I could use some me-time. I bought some stuff and got my nails done. Niall said I looked a little run down when he saw me at the club, so he treated me.”

Briar tries her damnedest to keep a straight face, but the way she could visibly see her words click in his head had her ready to break character at any moment. His brows furrow deeper than she’d ever seen before his voice deepens to speak. She beats him before he can.

“He told me this color looks nice on me. Makes me look tan.”

“Niall? My Niall? Niall Fucking Horan? Paid for my girl’s clothes and nails? I don’t fuckin’ think so,” he grits out as he rushes to the other side of the island to grab his phone and keys.

“He was just being nice, H, it’s not a big deal.”

“It IS a big deal, Briar. Does he think I don’t take care of you?”

“I don’t know! I thought he was just rewarding me for my hard work. Where are you going?”

Harry eyes are bulging out of his head at this point. He storms to the mud room to put on his shoes, to which Briar follows behind to try and stop him. She’s successful for a moment before he is back on his tear to the car.

“Rewarding you for your hard work? He’s a sick fuck is what he is!” Harry throws his hands into the air in disbelief that Briar finds this okay. “I’m gonna go rip his fucking bollocks off is where I’m going!”

“H — H, wait! It’s a prank,” she grabs at his wrist to prevent him from going to the garage while bursting into giggles. “It’s not real! I’m just teasing you.”

Harry stops in his tracks, an incredulous laugh falling from his lips. He looks back at the girl standing in front of him in stitches of laughter.

Instead of storming past her and pouting like a child like she expected of him, a wolfish grin appears on his face.

Briar’s head tilts at him like Wynnie’s does when he whistles at her to come inside. Harry places his hands on her shoulders, slowly walking her backwards towards the steps.

“A prank, hm? Thought that was funny?”

She smiles, rolling her chin to her right shoulder, suddenly feeling an adrenaline rush and shyness at the same time. He stops her at the base of the stairwell leading to their bedroom.

Harry leans into her ear to speak at a low whisper— a move he only does when Daddy shows up. Briar audibly gulps.

“I have an idea. How about I get to pick the color your arse will be tonight? Bet I could match it to the nail color Niall picked real nice.”

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EEEEEE lmk what u think 🤠🤠🤠

[bluejaysandblackbats]

Keepsafes

Fandom: Batman, DC Comics

Summary: AU where Martha and Thomas survive, and they adopt the batkids.

Chapters: 43/?

Characters: Bruce Wayne, Thomas Wayne, Martha Wayne, Alfred Pennyworth, Harvey Dent, Dick Grayson, Cassandra Cain, David Cain, Talia al Ghul, Damian Wayne, Jason Todd, Tim Drake

Relationships: Thomas Wayne/Martha Wayne/Alfred Pennyworth, BruHarvey, BruTalia

Additional Tags: Canon Divergent AU, Hurt/Comfort, Bruce Wayne is Not Batman, Angst, Alfred Pennyworth Knows All, Bruce Wayne Only Has One Child, Bruce Wayne is Not An Only Child, Bi Bruce Wayne

Chapter Forty-Three: Unspoken

With Bruce gone on his sailing trip, Dick at summer camp, the house carried a strange echo to it. The first two weeks without them took a toll on Thomas, but he tried his best to conceal his anxiety. Martha threw herself into the plans for her gala at the end of the summer and took over Cassandra’s speech therapy completely. And Alfred carried on during the day as if everything was normal. Thomas found a little piece of his childhood, though, when he took Cassandra to her first ballet lesson. He sat off to the side and watched as each of the girls shed off their outer layer of sweatpants and sweatshirts, cramming them in their duffel bags. He was glad he heeded the instructor’s warning about the studio being cold because he nearly went without a sweater because of the summer heat outside. “Dr. Wayne, it’s fancy meeting you here. Is she your daughter?” a woman asked. Thomas pushed his glasses up and corrected his posture.

“Oh, yes… Sorry, I’m a little bit nervous. It’s her first class,” Thomas replied. Cassandra looked around before turning to Thomas, and he waved at her. She waved back and turned to their instructor. “Don’t worry. She’ll be fine. My daughter’s been taking lessons since she could walk. This instructor is so sweet,” she whispered, “I’m Tawny.”

“Nice to meet you, Tawny. You can call me Thomas or Tom,” Thomas replied, “It was difficult finding a class where I could sit in. She had a few setbacks in speech, so I just want to make sure her needs are met in class.” 

“Oh… She’s in speech classes. Is it some sort of stutter or—?”

“She doesn’t speak. Not yet. It’s um—. It’s complicated, but she’s so eager about everything she does. I’m so proud of her,” Thomas whispered. 

**

As the class progressed, Tawny watched in amazement as Cassandra replicated the instructor’s advanced movements. “Her older brother’s in gymnastics,” Thomas tried to explain, but Tawny almost seemed disgusted with him as if he’d lied to humiliate her. Thomas turned away from her and watched the instructor close out the class, and Cassandra returned to him. He picked her up and tapped her nose before sending her to get her dance bag. She brought it to him, and he held her sweats out as she grabbed her sweatshirt and put it on over her leotard. 

She made eye contact with him and grabbed his face. “I think you were fantastic, sweetpea. You worked so hard today,” Thomas commended her before kissing her forehead. She put her sweatpants on before taking her water bottle out of her bag. Thomas stood up and offered to take her bag, but she held her water bottle up to his face. After taking a sip, Thomas took the bottle and held her hand. “Would you do this again?” 

Cassandra nodded enthusiastically. “Okay. Okay. Your next class is Wednesday afternoon,” Thomas replied, “Now let’s go home… Daddy’s getting a little headache.” 

**

Thomas sat in his office with Cassandra as he watched the news. Cassandra sat with her back turned to the TV while she worked on her spelling. “Try spelling your big brothers’ names,” Thomas whispered. Cassandra looked up at him and nodded. 

Meanwhile, something interrupted the regularly scheduled news, diverting Thomas’ attention back to the screen. He’d been fighting what felt like a migraine all day, but suddenly he felt ill beyond words. There wasn’t any time to make it to the bathroom, so he dropped to the ground and grabbed the wastebasket. 

Cassandra stood up and looked at Thomas. She’d seen sickness before, but Thomas didn’t move like himself. Something was off. She hadn’t seen his face, but she ran off, frantically searching for an adult. She grabbed Alfred’s arm in the living room and dragged him to Thomas’ office. “Miss Cassandra!” Alfred chastised her for her impatience. 

Cassandra pointed toward Thomas’ desk with tears streaming down her face. She kept pointing and pointing, but Alfred wasn’t looking at her or the desk. She wondered why he wasn’t looking, but he shouted for Martha. He shouted her name over and over, and Cassandra kept tugging his sleeve. Desperation set in, and Cassandra pinched him. He flinched and shook his head at her. “Absolutely not, Miss Cassandra. It might not be Master Bruce’s—.”

She was in tears, hyperventilating as she shoved Alfred and returned to Thomas’ side. Thomas made a noise in an attempt to speak. He tried to write, but his right arm wouldn’t work. Cassandra banged on the desk, making noise until Martha and Alfred came to calm her. Martha noticed the vomit in the wastebasket, and she heard Thomas’ voice struggling for words. “Thomas!” Martha shouted. She called 9-1-1, and Cassandra held his left hand, keeping him calm while they waited for an ambulance. 

**

Harvey’s jaw tightened while a client’s boyfriend talked over her. “All due respect, I’m talking to her. I’m not speaking to you,” Harvey stated. 

“Listen, you—.”

“No. You listen or you can leave. I’m speaking to Miss Aiello because she’s on trial. She must speak for herself. You will not be allowed to speak on her behalf. She’s got a lot on the line here, and I don’t think you’re helping her case by speaking over her and guiding her testimony,” Harvey interrupted. He opened his notebook and looked at Miss Aiello. 

Her boyfriend slammed his hand on the desk and left the room, while Miss Aiello sat with her head bowed and shoulders raised. Harvey took a deep breath and placed his hands down on the desk. “Miss Aiello? I have to ask because it’s going to help your case. Why are you lying about where you were? I can make a hell of an argument for you either way, but we have got to trust each other. I’m not going to hurt you. I’m not going to fuck you over. I don’t trust that your boyfriend has your best interests in mind and quite frankly I think he’s a pimp. But back to my question, Miss Aiello… Why are you lying to me?” Harvey whispered. He had a migraine. He’d been having migraines a lot lately, but he attributed it to his current position. 

It was on the opposite side of the law in his mind, and his first big case was this woman, who was doing everything to hinder her own case despite being innocent. Harvey knew she was innocent, but she was so afraid of her boyfriend that she couldn’t focus on anything but keeping him calm. Her life was on the line, but she couldn’t tell him the truth, and he wanted to know why.

She pushed her bangs back as she started to cry. “I wasn’t with Jimmy,” Miss Aiello whispered. 

“Who were you with?” Harvey asked. Miss Aiello sobbed. “I know it’s scary, but he can’t hurt you more than the system will. Please give me what I need to fight for you properly because we both know you didn’t murder anyone.” 

“I didn’t come home the night it happened. I didn’t come home because I was with this guy I’d been seeing behind Donnie’s back. I’m not—. I’m not—.”

“It doesn’t matter. You have to walk me through that night,” Harvey interrupted, “I’m not judging you. I just want the facts.” 

Miss Aiello gasped for air through her sobs until he grabbed her hand to comfort her. Someone knocked, and Harvey sighed. “Hold that thought,” Harvey whispered before opening his door a crack. “Honey, it’s not time for dinner yet—.” 

“You have to come with me,” Gilda whispered with tears in her eyes. 

Harvey stepped outside and shut the door behind himself. “My client is facing an accessory to murder charge, snookums. I can’t just walk away in the middle of the day,” Harvey whispered. Gilda opened her mouth to say something, but she looked into his eyes and nodded. 

“Can I wait outside?” Gilda asked. 

Harvey bit his lip as he smiled at her. “I appreciate seeing your pretty little face right now,” Harvey whispered as he lifted her chin. “Don’t be upset. I promise you… Twenty-five minutes. You can set your watch by me.” Harvey kissed her, and she closed her eyes, holding back tears as she kissed him back. 

“Okay,” Gilda whispered. 

Harvey disappeared into his office and sat across from his client a while longer. “Is that your girlfriend?” Miss Aiello asked. 

“Fiancée,” Harvey replied, “Miss Aiello… That night. What happened that night?” 

**

Harvey jumped in Gilda’s car, swearing and shaking. “Gilda, is Thomas okay? I just spoke to him this morning. Jesus Christ,” Harvey panicked. 

“I don’t know. Mrs. Wayne called me an hour ago, asking if I was with you. I said you were at work, so she made me promise not to worry you. I—. I asked her what was going on, and she said—. She said Mr. Wayne wasn’t feeling well, so they took him to the ER. They told me it wasn’t serious, but I—. Oh, God, Harvey. I’m so sorry,” Gilda apologized. 

“It’s not your fault. It isn’t. Thank you. I wouldn’t have been able to do my job if you hadn’t held out on telling me. I’m gonna call Martha and see if she’ll tell me what’s going on,” Harvey whispered once he caught his breath. 

He called Martha on his cell and rolled the window down. “Harvey, it’s going to be alright. They broke up the clot, but he’s got to stay in the hospital for a few more days,” Martha whispered. 

“A clot? Martha, what’s going on?” Harvey asked. 

“You haven’t watched TV at all today… Have you?” Martha questioned in reply.

“No. I—. I’ve been at work since six this morning. Are you gonna try to get in contact with Bruce?” Harvey questioned. She didn’t answer.

[darkbluekies]

WHATTTT WAIT WHICH ONES??

let's name drop(realized that there were quite a few of them)

before you think i hate them, no i don't, but there are others i like much much more and forget about these ones. I probably would have written them differently if i wrote them now. If i rewrite them ... i'll probably take down the original :) .. becayse the OVERALL idea is good ... the execution not so much

there are a few i don't like that I have already taken down, actually. I think there was one with hedwig and darlign pretending to be parents for a school project, one with jerry where she gets to crochet, one with edmund where darling somehow survives the alternative ending of the masqurade oneshot.

"Own you" (Marion/the god) is the only oneshot with a character that i've deleted and i deleted him because there was literally no scenarios i could write about him. If he's all mighty, everywhere and nowhere at the same time, there are barely any scenarios that could be made. The oneshot in itself isn't bad, but I don't think it should be on my account! but people like it so i've kept it up!

"Toxic spring breeze" (Dr Kry) does that even have a story line? I feel like it's a start to something, but not finished, like a first part or a chapter in a story. Something is missing and it makes the oneshot feel a bit flat :( today, i would have combined that oneshot with another!

This one might ruffle some feathers but "not a joking matter" (Silas) and i only think it's because i tried something new that was out of my comfort zone. It's not my style and if you read that I think you'll think that too! But it's not bad, it's fun and i liked writing it, but it's not really my style

"Break you" (Jerry) because i think it's too short and too "stereotypical". It's my first jerry oneshot for this account and i hadn't really gotten to know the tumblr version of her (she has been with me for two years before i wrote that oneshot, but i had changed her a little when i added her as a tumblr oc) so i feel like it isn't really Jerry. There's no plot. It'd worked better as a drabble, i think.

"Jealousy makes people blind" (Edmund) i'm not gonig to lie i think i missed the purpose of the oneshot. It feels so stereotypical, so forced. It feels like i'm trying too hard to make him jealous that it feels weird, to me. This is one that would need a rewrite to get what it deserves.

"The alternative ending to dance with death/masquarade massacre" (Edmund) you know i don't like to kill darling and i felt uncomfortable after posting it because i hadn't realised i wasn't into that yet, but it got popular so i feel like i can't take it down lmao

And then there are a few oneshots that I feel neutral about, ones that feel a little boring to me but that i still like, like the valentine's day oneshots but they're supposed to be cute and not really have a plot so i am totally okay with that!

I feel like i need to make a list of my favorites too, because there are a few i ADORE

[hoofpeet]

I'd probably have to read the printed version and web version back to back at some point to note all the differences but... ough

[silentsockfeet]

with the obvious addendum that act 3 isn’t out yet and we can’t form true opinions until the show’s officially done, i’m still really feeling like it could have maybe benefited from a third season. they’re hitting all the right plot points and those moments are full of really intense emotion, but everything in the middle feels so underwhelming in comparison and so much of it still feels rushed to me. idk

[sysig]

Go play pretend on your own (Patreon)

[yurki-posts]

The Nopony

(I made the eye wrong on the upper right aaaghhhhh)

[moeblob]

Deacon loves two things: Ymber and digging himself a grave.

Fulj hates one thing: Deacon.

[jasontoddstherapist]

PSA |

Yes this is a Jason Peter Todd centric blog, but it's also 100% supportive of Talia al Ghul. There will be no slander here. No perpetuating of the racist, misogynistic bullshit that drove the narrative divebomb of her character.

[wolfwarrior142]

Have always really appreciated Callum talking about his conflicting emotions at the end of 306. About how he was so angry and sad about seeing Avizandum dead, because the dragon killed his mother, but also confused because that same dragon was the father of Zym, the Dragon Prince, a baby dragon who they all love and are determined to protect. Who also never got to meet his father, because Callum's stepdad killed Avizandum months before Zym hatched. And that happened because Avizandum killed Sarai, mother of Callum and Ez. It's a cycle, if you will. And Callum, who is now 14 and lost his mother when he was around 5 years old, is feeling such conflicting emotions about seeing Avizandum's stone corpse frozen in time.

I really love how mature that discussion is. Even one of my coworkers who I got into the show commented on how well done and impactful that little scene was. Yeah, loss and mourning can be like that. Even when there isn't a cycle of revenge involved. I've been there as well, experiencing similar emotions. I'll always appreciate how they did that scene as it was an important topic done in a very realistic way.

[overdevelopedglasses]

any more details on essence characters? 👀👀 like any extras u wanna share about them

Oh so many things precious anon... I fear there's more lore to be had before that. And I'd share new characters but I'm very eepy rn (only just got to answering this ask)

But! I'll share a fun fact about each party member as a bit more of characterization for them.

Lily: she gets a really gnarly scar on her face from a fight. Like, "Oh shit that's a line that goes across a good portion of my face" kind of scar.

Percival: has nicknames for every member of the party. The only 2 I've decided on are Fluffball (for Alex) and Munchkin (for Lily, which is funny considering Percy is about an inch and a half taller than her)

Will: Will's into theater! A great singer and a fantastic actor. He will go into random voices for no real rime or reason.

Alex: Alex's spirit weapons are the last ones of the main party I thought of! I settled on dual knives/blades that are based off of the kukri, and also have the ability to return-to-sender ala boomerangs.

Enzo: they have a huge sweet tooth, and they would stay up with some of the team members/spirits and just. Eat sweets together :)

Robin: She's really good at knitting. She'll often make little felt squares/blankets/whatnot for the group, and uses the activity as a bit of a destresser.

[arolesbianism]

Every now and then I get haunted by my past as a dr fan because someone mentions it or smth and lemme tell you the worst case scenario is if they bring up v3 in an even slightly positive light because nothing will make me start giving a shit abt dr again except for my burning hatred of that damn game, I just spent like 30 minutes ranting to myself about how much of a nothing character Kokichi is in the bathroom after showering just to vent it out because if I don't rant abt v3 every now and then I'll explode and kill someone

[quietwingsinthesky]

I think the nature of Clara haterism on Tumblr can’t be fully understood without the historical context of 2013. Namely that by the time of DW season 7b Moffat was widely hailed as The Bogeyman Of All Misogyny Ever. Clara was considered THE prototypical Shallow Moffat Girl, and she became a sort of figurehead for everything wrong with the show. (Bc everyone was maybe 14 and Smith was too beloved to insult.) Consequently, she evokes a kneejerk bad faith reading response in many users even today.

yeah, alright, i can see that. i am surprised that, at least as far as i’ve seen, amy & river don’t get the same treatment? or if they did, it hasn’t persisted half as long as opinions on clara have. Because having now seen how all three of them were written, amy got treated. so much worse with The Misogyny™️, and River bounces between ‘actually a fascinating character’ and ‘moffat wrote a sexy girlboss who wants to fuck the doctor’ so hard it gives me whiplash. (and i say this as a River enjoyer, I love her and she deserves so much better lmao.)

Of the three of them, I think Clara actually comes out a lot better written overall? She’s allowed more space to be a character rather than be a woman, if that makes sense. Sure, bit of a rocky start in s7, and I can certainly see why the Impossible Girl thing could be aggravating to some people. (I think it was. Fine. fantastic episode conceptually that sort of fell apart when it came to actually doing anything.) but Clara in s8 (and the start of s9) is fantastic. Her relationship with Danny and the Doctor is messy and deceptive and so understandable. “Listen” as an episode almost felt like ‘hey what if the clara putting herself in the doctor’s past was actually interesting and impacted him’. Her becoming more like the Doctor, especially after losing Danny, both as an effort to hold on tight to the only person she perceives as keeping her moving forward and giving her a purpose AND because to her, the Doctor is able to lose so much and not be destroyed by it and she wants that (without really understanding just how much this life is fucking him up, too.), is just. fantastic.

where was i going with this. i have no idea. my point, i think, is: i guess i can see how initial reactions to clara might color a less than flattering picture of the rest of her, but :( consider: i love her so so much and everyone should be niceys to her.