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reignpage · 2 days ago

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hi hello reign🧎‍♀️ had a silly (horny 😇) question, how do u think the edenu jjk men are when drunk— like i can imagine gojo being all clingy and needy with reader so my question goes more about that sort of thing. maybe the question could be like how do you think they get when they’re drunk and needy/horny?

Gojo: he is indeed clingy and needy

First, he’s very hyper, bouncing off the walls and screaming. He’s a lot. But then he crashes quite badly and he’s all mopey, hair flattening, and he glues himself to reader’s side. Or if reader isn’t there, he’s spamming her phone, crying to anyone and everyone who’ll listen that he misses his girlfriend.

He just lies in her lap, rambling about whatever new hyperfixation he has. Doesn’t ever stop talking, but what’s new. However, when drunk, he is a little more sensitive. So if reader looks at something else for even a second, he’s pouting and accusing her of not loving him.

He’ll go on a strike, giving her silent treatment but that never lasts long lol. He forgets all about why he’s upset and he plasters himself to her again.

Very sensitive when drunk. Will cum at the drop of a hat. He's cocky at first but once reader pushes him, he's ready to call her mommy (and he does).

Geto: depressed

He becomes very quiet and contemplative. More so than usual. He has a high tolerance. He’ll sip on whiskey or something and watch out the window, just thinking about everything. If reader’s with him, then it’s just a lot of comfortable silence.

He also becomes quite appreciative. He gives a small smile and brushes her hair back, muttering how lucky he is to have such a ball of light with him.

Doesn’t sleep.

Just thinks.

As for being needy, he's always very in control. But when he's drunk and needy, it's the one opportunity reader has to lead. She never lets it pass. So, she makes him beg, makes him whimper, edges him again and again until he's disheveled and in near tears, too languid to do anything about it

Reader also uses this opportunity to do some of the things her sister recommends like roleplaying, wearing costumes etc

Choso: horny

Very very horny.

He can’t take his hands off reader. He’s leaking in his boxers, whimpering if the wind so much as blows a little too hard past him. He also becomes dominant. He pounces on her, not even bothering to remove all their clothes off properly and he slides in and uses her like a toy. I don’t even think he realises what he’s doing. Reader’s probably high and finding all of it so funny.

The next day, he won’t remember a single thing and when reader tells him everything he did, he’s blushing and denying it.

That doesn’t sound like him, he says.

You’re just teasing me again, he says.

Toji: very high tolerance, never gets drunk drunk tbh

Always very responsible. He gets tipsy at most and he’s taking care of everyone. He doesn’t like to drink too much or too often because it’s not good for his health and god forbid he gets a beer belly. Just becomes louder and a little more clumsy, like he waves his arms too hard and too fast. He really had to be careful around reader because he becomes a not so gentle giant and he’d be very upset if he accidentally hits her.

Just not too fond of alcohol generally, especially because he’s around college students and he knows how they get. He never wants to lose control and become violent and aggressive.

He’d hate himself if he became sloppy.

So yeah, can't really say much about drunk and needy Toji. He's just the same but maybe more clumsy and less rough since he's conscious about his movements and the fact that being inebriated means he might be more prone to pushing things too far

Nanami: more dominant and more pathetic

He alternates between two different moods as we’ve seen: dominant Nanami and yearning Nanami

He rambles a lot about physics and science, he’ll talk anyone’s ear off about his dissertation and his phd etc. he also becomes less guarded, becomes more expressive and honest.

Rarely gets drunk, in college his tolerance sucked but as he grew older, he turns into an alcohol connoisseur. He appreciates whisky and scotch and wine. So he just sips and tastes but never downs a shot or something

OH and he loves drunk sex, the way it's sloppy, everything's extra sticky, and the haze makes his orgasm much stronger than he can tolerate otherwise

OH OH OH and he lovessss cockwarming when he's drunk. He drinks whilst he's inside her, and he occasionally, and purposefully, spills some of his drink on her so he can lick and suck it off her skin. Nothing could possibly taste sweeter than bad habits paired with her sinful body

Sukuna: murderous and sweet

MAN SHOULD NEVER HAVE A DRINK PLEASE TAKE IT AWAY FROM HIM

He lets slip his inhibitions and everyone's lives is ruined. I don't even want to get into it. He's so easily triggered when he's drunk. And he's also very destructive. He'll destroy rooms in whatever establishment he's getting drunk in whether that's a bar, a restaurant, a freaking karaoke place, someone's house, his own house etc

He's just sadistic x 100000000000000000

When drunk and needy, he's very very sweet. Again, one of those rare moments where his guard goes down and he doesn't want rough sex, he just wants to hold reader. If she's still working in her office for example he'll come in, ignoring her venomous demands to get the fuck out, and he'll kneel between her legs and eat her out. He's not even trying to bring her to orgasm, he just wants to taste her. In fact, he doesn't say anything at all. Just eats her out for like an hour, she cums like five times, and then he wipes his mouth, gives her a pec on her lips and another on her head, and then he leaves

#reignpageasks #modern au

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mywomankatarina · 23 hours ago

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"𝐒𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐤𝐚 𝐍𝐬𝐟𝐰 𝐀𝐥𝐩𝐡𝐚𝐛𝐞𝐭'𝐬"

Sevika x f! reader - 𝗔𝗿𝗰𝗮𝗻𝗲

A = Aftercare:

Sevika isn’t overly affectionate, but she’ll make sure you’re taken care of. She’s the type to light a cigarette, pull you against her chest, and casually run her fingers through your hair. If you’re sore, she’ll smirk and tell you to get used to it—but if you really need her, she’ll wordlessly help clean you up and get you water before lying back down with an arm around you.

B = Body Part:

Her arms. More specifically, her metal arm. She knows exactly how to use it—pinning you down, gripping your throat, or holding you steady while she ruins you. She also has strong thighs, and if you ever get the chance to be between them, consider yourself lucky.

C = Cum:

Sevika loves making a mess. She’s possessive in bed, so if she can mark you, she will. Watching her release drip down your body is a sight she enjoys far too much. If she’s feeling particularly filthy, she’ll make you clean it up yourself while she watches.

D = Dirty Talk:

Filthy. Downright sinful. Sevika’s voice is deep, rough, and intoxicating, and she uses it to get under your skin. Expect plenty of praise mixed with degradation—one second, she’s telling you how good you are, and the next, she’s laughing at how desperate you’ve become for her.

E = Experience:

Sevika has been around—she’s had more than her fair share of lovers, and she knows exactly what she’s doing. She doesn’t waste time, doesn’t hesitate, and is always in control. If you’re inexperienced, she’ll take her time breaking you in—if you’re experienced, she’ll make sure you never forget her.

F = Favorite Position:

Against the wall—holding you up with one arm while she absolutely wrecks you.

From behind—with her metal hand pressing firmly against the back of your neck.

Riding her thigh—watching you fall apart on her while she smirks and takes a long drag from her cigar.

G = Goofy:

Sevika isn’t playful in bed, but she does have a dark sense of humor. If you’re struggling to keep up, she might chuckle against your neck and call you cute before giving you exactly what you begged for.

H = Hair:

She keeps herself well-groomed but doesn’t obsess over it. She’s a practical woman—whatever is easiest to maintain without getting in the way of business.

I = Intimacy:

Sex with Sevika is intense, passionate, and raw, but it’s not always romantic. She sees it as an outlet—a way to release tension. But if she genuinely cares for you, you’ll notice the way her hands linger, the way she presses her forehead against yours, or the way she stays a little longer after it's over.

J = Jack Off:

She doesn’t need to often, but when she does, it’s quick, efficient, and purely for release. Sevika prefers to have a partner, but if she’s away for too long, she’ll handle it herself while thinking about how wrecked she’s going to leave you next time.

K = Kink:

Domination & control – She’s always in charge. Always.

Size kink – If you’re smaller than her, she’s going to use that against you.

Overstimulation – She enjoys pushing you past your limits.

Choking – With her hand or her metal arm—she likes watching you squirm.

Teasing – She loves watching you beg for her, dragging things out until you’re a desperate mess.

L = Location:

She’s not shy about where she takes you. Her room, her office, a dimly lit corner of The Last Drop—as long as she has control, she doesn’t care where it happens.

M = Motivation:

Sevika gets turned on by submission, confidence, and neediness. If you’re defiant, she’ll enjoy breaking you down piece by piece. If you’re already desperate for her, she’ll take her time dragging it out just to see how much you can take.

N = No:

Sevika doesn’t do soft, romantic sex unless she truly cares about you. She also doesn’t tolerate bratty behavior unless she’s in the mood to punish you for it.

O = Oral:

Giving – Sevika is a goddamn expert. She doesn’t just go through the motions—she devours you, holds you still, and doesn’t stop until you’re a shaking mess.

Receiving – She loves it. Watching you on your knees, staring up at her with pleading eyes, is enough to drive her wild.

P = Pace:

Rough, deep, and unrelenting. Sevika doesn’t believe in taking it easy unless she’s in the mood to torture you with slow, drawn-out teasing. Either way, she’s always in control.

Q = Quickies:

Sevika loves quickies, especially when she doesn’t have time for a full night of ruining you. She’ll pull you into a dark corner, have her way with you, and leave you breathless and shaking before heading back to business.

R = Risk:

She’s willing to take risks, but only when she knows she can get away with it. She’s had you up against the wall of a back alley before, hand clamped over your mouth to keep you quiet.

S = Stamina:

Absolutely ridiculous. Sevika can go all night, and she has no problem pushing you past your limits just to see how much you can handle.

T = Toys:

Sevika enjoys using toys, especially when she wants to push you further than you can handle on your own. If she’s in the mood to be particularly mean, she’ll tie you up and watch you struggle as she takes her time.

U = Unfair:

Sevika is incredibly unfair. She’ll edge you mercilessly, drag things out, and watch you squirm just because she enjoys seeing you beg.

V = Volume:

She’s low and rough, more grunts, growls, and dark chuckles than anything else. But if you get her worked up enough, you might just hear a deep, broken moan against your skin.

W = Wild Card:

She loves biting. Hard enough to leave marks—your neck, your thighs, anywhere she wants to remind you who you belong to.

X = X-Ray:

Built like a goddess of war—all muscle, power, and raw strength. Every part of her is made to dominate.

Y = Yearning:

Sevika doesn’t crave sex emotionally, but if she wants you, she will have you. If she actually cares about you, though, you’ll notice the way her hands linger a little longer.

Z = Zzz:

She doesn’t stay unless she really likes you. If she does, she’ll pull you against her chest and rest her metal arm over your waist, keeping you right where she wants you.

#sevika #sevika x reader #arcane #sevika arcane #sevika x you #sevika league of legends #sevika x y/n #sevika art #lesbian #sevika x f!reader #sevika x female reader #wlw nsft #wlw #wlw yearning

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maxdibert · 19 hours ago

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Have you got in mind some pros and cons for dating Lily, Severus and any of the Marauders since they all seem so interested in the dating topic?

This is interesting lol . Let's dive into it. I promise not to be too harsh and try to be objective:

Severus Snape:

Pros:

He will never cheat on you in your life. In fact, he probably won't look at anyone else for the rest of his life. If he loves you, it's just you, no one else.

He would probably kill for you, or make the world burn for you, or betray everyone for you, or generally do anything morally questionable for you.

He’s total "malewife" material and has zero fragile masculinity.

You’d have a potions master at home, so a huge part of your life would be sorted. Got a headache? He has a potion for that. Feeling sick? Also. Looking like shit and need something to make you look radiant? Count on it.

Cons:

He has a terrible temper and probably many depressive episodes, if you don’t know how to deal with that, you’ll probably dump him quickly.

Don’t expect him to talk about his problems or open up emotionally, because he’s basically incapable of managing his emotions maturely, so be prepared to hit a wall every time there’s a conflict.

Socially awkward, don’t expect him to attend any parties or social events willingly or interact with the neighbors—he finds that utterly disgusting, it’s just not his thing.

He’s slightly experienced, so if you try to lie to him, he’ll know, and that sucks because everyone deserves mental privacy, but considering he’s terribly insecure, we can’t rule out that he might do it just to avoid losing his mind over any doubt.

His way of confronting emotional problems is by not confronting them. He’s a master at avoidance with a terribly disorganized attachment style, so be prepared because he’s a textbook neurodivergent.

Lily Evans:

Pros:

She will get along great with your friends because she knows how to charm and socialize, so she’ll shine at any social event you take her to.

If you have kids, she won’t mind staying at home while you go out for beers with your buddies, so if you're a shitty parent or partner who doesn't understand the concept of task division, you're in luck because she’ll handle everything.

She’s a very skilled witch, so that’s great in case there's a dangerous situation and you're a bit useless.

She’ll forgive almost anything you do, unless you use dark magic, so you could, I don’t know, rob a bank, and as long as you didn’t use an unforgivable curse, she might let it slide.

Cons:

She’ll probably dump you if she thinks you’re no longer... let’s say... useful or beneficial in some way.

If you tell her about some serious issue, but it doesn’t affect any of her friends or people she likes, she might gaslight you massively about it, even if it’s about an attempted murder.

She tends to get along with shady people as long as those shady people benefit her, so be careful with her friendships.

She hates being contradicted on anything and will probably shut you up or make a huge scene if you dare to contradict her or tell her she's wrong or that something she thinks isn’t true.

James Potter:

Pros:

He’s rich.

You’ll never have to work again in your life because he’s rich.

Cons:

He thinks it's funny to strip people in public and suffocate them against their will.

He thinks it’s funny to hex people and cast forbidden spells just because it amuses him.

He thinks it’s a good idea to leave his pregnant or recently postpartum wife at home in the middle of a war while he goes and acts like a fool with his best friend.

You’ll have to put up with his best friend 24/7 in your house whether you want to or not, because they’re practically one person.

He probably won’t help at all with household chores, but hey, he brings the money and the house, right? That’s enough.

He’s the typical guy whose greatest achievements happened in his school years, and he’ll probably spend the next 50 years of his life talking about them because he’ll never do anything else worth mentioning.

His greatest interests are hanging out with his friends and sports, and hanging out with his friends and sports again. As you can see, he’s intellectually super interesting.

Any person with an average intellect would get bored of him after two months, but hey, if you give him a kid, you’ll have guaranteed alimony, so if that’s your goal, go ahead (this could also be a pro).

Sirius Black:

Pros:

You’re going to have some awesome parties. Seriously, he’s the best for going out, getting drunk, doing some lines, and having an amazing time.

Always up for adventures, so trips and getaways are guaranteed. If you’re into that, he’s perfect.

He’s rich, so there will never be a shortage of money for a luxury getaway or spending tons at a casino in Monte Carlo or Las Vegas.

He’d fight anyone who dared to bother you. Which isn’t very healthy, but there’s a positive side to it.

He might be an absolute jerk, but with the people he cares about, he’s a great guy, and if he loves you, he’ll be faithful and be there for everything.

Cons:

Mommy issues. Seriously, huge ones. He’ll constantly talk about how much he hated or hates his mother, literally 40 minutes of conversation about that every single day. “My mom this, my mom that.” It can get exhausting.

He feels so smug about leaving his extreme-right family, and he’ll remind you of it eighty times a day while at the same time laughing at people who can’t dress a certain way because they don’t have money or mistreating the staff because they served him something wrong.

He has an unresolved, codependent relationship with his best friend. He’s literally obsessed with him, and he’ll spend the day talking about him, and you’ll never know if he’s really with you or just with you because he can’t be with James.

Yeah, you’ll have a great time partying with him, but there will be plenty of times when he goes overboard, leaves you hanging, and you won’t hear from him for days because he’s a fucking irresponsible jerk.

He has the emotional maturity of a 15-year-old, so whenever you try to confront him maturely or have an adult conversation, he’ll get super defensive, and when he feels you’ve really gotten under his skin, he’ll hop on his bike and leave.

100% chance you’ll have to go get him out of jail more than once for some crazy thing he did.

You don’t have a boyfriend; you have a son

Remus Lupin:

Pros:

He’s quite nice and pleasant.

He’ll probably do anything you want as long as you don’t leave him, because he’s terrified of rejection.

He has more common sense than the rest of his friends.

You can have an interesting conversation with him, unlike his friends who only talk about sports and pretty annoying heteronormative stuff.

Cons:

The minute there’s a problem, he’ll run away.

He might leave you two hundred times and come back begging you two hundred times, emotionally blackmailing you into getting back with him.

He might get you pregnant and when you tell him, he’ll leave you.

He might just leave you in general, so you’ll never have a stable and healthy relationship for your mental health because you’ll always live with the fear that he’ll leave you.

He spends his days lamenting about how miserable he is and how badly life’s treating him, but he never tries to solve his problems and always blames his illness, not the fact that he’s a conformist who doesn’t look for solutions.

His friends can do the worst shit in the world, and he’ll never confront them.

You’re literally dating a coward.

Peter Pettigrew:

Pros:

He’s very nice, like Remus.

Always said hello.

Always kind to the neighbors.

Always bought you flowers and had little gestures for you.

He celebrated all your successes as if they were his own, your biggest fan and support in everything.

Cons:

He’s probably spent your entire relationship hiding bodies in the basement of your house.

#severus snape #severus snape headcanons #lily evans #lily evans headcanons #james potter #james potter headcanons #sirius black #sirius black headcanons #remus lupin #remus lupin headcanons #peter pettigrew #peter pettigrew headcanons #marauders #marauders era #the marauders #marauders headcanons #marauders era headcanons

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orangecatsmissingbraincell · 1 day ago

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Lottie Analysis- The Road to Hell

Usually whenever people talk about Lottie they take one of two positions. Either 1. She’s some evil manipulative mastermind or 2. She’s completely psychotic and unreliable. I’ve posted about her in the past and have seen both of these in tags or as responses. I want to avoid them and push out my own opinion

I think Lottie is a good person

I’ve seen a few people say that Lottie is the embodiment of the old expression “The road to hell is paved with good intentions” and I absolutely agree with that. I think she truly believes that everything she’s doing is necessary for the group’s success. Sometimes when you truly believe what you’re doing is good, is moral, is needed, you’re willing to push boundaries. Now, does that excuse preying on Akilah and forcing Travis to do drugs when he’s at his limit? Absolutely not. But to say she’s some evil manipulator is pushing it

I’ve mentioned this idea of there being a darker side of her psychology and wanna elaborate on that a little more. It’s not that she’s “crazy” and that’s all there is. She’s clearly psychotic and while the isolation of the wilderness is hurting everyone, even if they don’t see it the same way, Lottie is the most vulnerable, especially since there is more likely than not some supernatural presence. I think she’s struggling a lot to tell reality, her own psychosis, and the supernatural parts apart from each other

Think about how conflicted she’s been. In S1 she was terrified of her visions and went to Laura Lee. While Laura Lee might have also had good intentions, she was blinded by her own faith to really see what was happening and accidentally sent Lottie down this destructive path. Lottie saw herself as an unwilling prophet, someone who didn’t want to do this but had to because It chose her. Then just when things get turbulent It leaves her. She mentioned at the end of S2 how she couldn’t hear it anymore. She was desperate to bring that guiding voice back to the group and found that possibility in Travis. She bitterly clung to it in the hopes that they could lead the group together

Where the “darkness” I mentioned comes in is that she’s more than willing to take extreme measures to ensure that there’s some way out. She’s not a “manipulative bitch” as I’ve seen people say (verbatim too). I think they’ve all reached the event horizon of morality when they let Javi die. When you’ve eaten two people, one of whom you deliberately let die, then pressuring someone to take drugs in the chance that he can help really doesn’t sound as extreme

This is something we see into her adulthood. On one hand, she does want to help people. On the other, she does so in the worst possible way. I know theres still a ton of ambiguity both in Travis’s death and her cult, but I do feel that both were attempts to help. Her cult is centered around self healing and honestly, I don’t know if it’s a cult. As someone who has studied cults before and read on them, it’s definitely nowhere near Jonestown. It really is more of a self healing community. And I think with Travis’s death she was trying to do damage control with him. Unfortunately we don’t have all the details, so I intend on refraining from speaking on it too much. I’ll just say that I believe she wanted to help

Now, maybe over the series they’ll pull the wool out of our eyes and expose Lottie. If that does happen I’ll be the first to say I was wrong. In the meantime though, I think she’s a good person who’s really lost and confused and sees some way to help out of an extreme situation, and someone who never did escape the wilderness

#didn’t mean for this to be such a yap #I’m just fascinated by her #yellowjackets analysis #Yellowjackets #lottie matthews

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digitaldaydreamm · 3 days ago

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omg i just read rafe’s love languages for the unspoken claim series, and what if he does romantic things for valentines day, her birthday and other holidays. for example on valentines day he decorates her room with balloons, flowers, luxurious gifts and when people try to tell her how cute and romantic that is she doesn’t see it because he has been doing stuff like that for her since they were kids, but she what she also doesn’t realize is that he has only ever done stuff like that for her and never anyone else.

also thank you for taking the time to read this and i absolutely love your writing !!🫶🏽💗

rafe loves spoiling reader!

rafe x childhood friend!reader

headcannons 2

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★ You wake up to find your entire room filled with red and pink balloons, fresh roses covering your bed, and a neatly wrapped box on your dresser. Inside? A designer bag you casually mentioned months ago, and a handwritten note in Rafe’s messy scrawl: Happy Valentine’s, kid. You don’t question it—you never do. Rafe always does stuff like this. But when Topper and Kelce start teasing him, saying it’s basically a confession, you just laugh. “He’s always been like this with me.” You don’t realize that he’s never been like this with anyone else.

★ For your birthdays, Rafe goes all out. Always has. Always will. A private dinner, a new piece of jewelry, “just something to match the necklace I got you last year,” he says, and a cake from your favorite bakery. When people gush over how romantic it is, you shake your head. “It’s just Rafe.”

★ While everyone else gets standard gifts from Rafe for christmas—expensive, but impersonal—you always get something thoughtful. A framed picture from when you were kids, a playlist of songs that remind him of you, a handwritten letter (that he almost didn’t give you). You don’t think twice about it, but Sarah does. “You realize he doesn’t do this for anyone else, right?” You just shrug. “That’s just how Rafe is.” But deep down, you start to wonder.

★ If it’s important to you, it’s important to Rafe. Got a big test coming up? He stocks your fridge with your favorite snacks. Feeling sick? He’s at your door with soup before you can even text him. Celebrating something small? He acts like it’s the biggest deal in the world. And yet, you still don’t see it for what it is. But Rafe doesn’t care. As long as you’re happy, that’s all that matters.

★ While everyone else is getting flowers and cards for graduation, Rafe hands you an envelope with two things inside—a custom necklace with your initials intertwined with his and plane tickets to anywhere you’ve ever wanted to go (for both of you, of course). “Figured you deserved something big,” he says with a shrug, like it’s nothing. Like he didn’t spend weeks planning it. And when people swoon over how sweet it is, you just laugh.

★ It doesn’t have to be a holiday for Rafe to spoil you. He’ll show up unannounced with your favorite coffee, leave designer shopping bags on your bed without a word, or randomly drive you to the beach because “you’ve been stressed, kid.” It’s second nature to him. He doesn’t even think about it. And neither do you.

★ The parties, the fireworks, the countdown—it’s always the same. But every new year's, right at midnight, Rafe finds you first. He wraps his arms around you, tucks you into his side, and murmurs a quiet “Happy New Year, bub.” No matter who else is around, no matter who he was talking to before, you are always the first person he celebrates with.

★ If something upsets you, Rafe is the first to notice—even before you say anything. And before you know it, he’s dragging you out of the house, forcing you to clear your head with a drive, a late-night swim, or just sitting in his truck, eating takeout in silence. It doesn’t matter what you need—he just knows. And while others might call it romantic, to you, it’s just Rafe being Rafe.

★ The moment you tell him about your new job, he’s prouder than anyone else. Louder than anyone else. He’s already making plans to celebrate, already telling people “I knew she’d get it” like it was a fact, not a hope. And when you call him out for acting like you’re the only one who’s ever done something good, he just shrugs. “Well, you’re the only one that matters.”

★ It doesn’t hit you all at once. It happens in little moments—when you see him brush off someone else’s excitement, when you hear Sarah say “He never even did that for his ex,” when you catch him watching you like you’re the only person in the room. And suddenly, all those gifts, all those gestures, all those traditions don’t seem so casual anymore.

#rafe cameron x reader #rafe x reader #outer banks #obx #outerbanks rafe #rafe cameron #rafe obx #rafe x childhood friend!reader #obx kooks #obx pogues #unspoken claim

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misakiisstupid · 1 day ago

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Jason Todd and the Unexpected Librarian Friendship™

Look, we all know that Jason Todd is a complicated guy. He’s got a history with his family, a painful past, and a very unconventional sense of justice. But what Gotham doesn’t know is that there’s one person Jason has a soft spot for: Mildred, the retired librarian who knits like a boss.

You know her. The sweet old lady who always smells like lavender and has glasses perched just below her nose. But Mildred? She’s a woman of surprising depth. Oh, she’s been around the block more than once, and she’s got stories—like that time she was a retired drill sergeant and probably taught Jason more than one useful combat technique when he stumbled into her library bleeding out in his Red Hood costume after a particularly rough night. No one ever talks about that. No one needs to know.

Anyway, Jason didn’t mean to become friends with Mildred. But one day he stumbled into her library, half-dead and covered in blood (because Gotham’s really fun like that), and she just… patched him up.

No questions asked. No weird stares. Just, “Sweetheart, you look like you need a nice cup of tea and a bandage, so sit down before I put you in the corner like the misbehaving little brat you are.” Mildred, who’d probably spent her days dealing with soldiers and their egos, knew exactly how to patch up his wounds. And she definitely wasn’t phased by him being ridiculously cranky about the whole thing.

But what started as a simple “You’re not dying in my library, kid” soon turned into a bookish bonding ritual. They started meeting regularly—because, of course, who else would Jason talk to about his low-key obsession with classic crime thrillers and weird conspiracy books? Not the Batfamily. Definitely not the Batfamily. They'd just never get it.

But Mildred? She’s on a whole different level.

They would swap books like old pals, each giving the other recommendations and predictions of what they’d like. Jason would show up, all casual, and say things like, “I know you’ll probably like this one. It’s got a plot twist that made me want to smash my own skull into the nearest wall, but in a good way.” Mildred would just smile and nod, handing him a book in return, with the quiet confidence of someone who has read everything already.

But here's the fun part: Jason never tells anyone about Mildred. His family, specifically, has no idea about this… special relationship. When they ask about the next crime scene or where the Riddler's clues are hidden, Jason's like, "I know a person who’s already read that book. I’ll just give her a call."

The family: Huh????

“Wait—what? Who? You know a person who’s read the book the Riddler mentioned?”

Jason: “Yeah, she’s read, like, everything. I’ll just ask her about the Riddler’s clue, no big deal.”

Tim: “Jason. Who is this person???”

Jason: "Oh, just Mildred. She works at the library. Old lady, real cool, might have taught me how to knit. Do you want me to tell her you said ‘hi’?"

Everyone: Completely and utterly confused, because there’s no way Red Hood, the angry guy who punches people in the face for a living, is besties with a sweet librarian who knits sweaters.

But here’s the kicker: Mildred knows. She knows Jason is the Red Hood. Of course she does. She’s not an idiot. She may be an old lady who looks like she’s just there to shuffle through books, but Mildred has seen things. She’s a retired drill sergeant who still has the instincts of a soldier. The second Jason walked into her library bleeding, she knew exactly who he was. And she didn’t blink an eye.

“Now, you listen here, sweetheart,” she’d say as she patched him up. “Next time you’re gonna get yourself shot up, at least do it in a way that doesn’t ruin my upholstery.”

Jason would just grunt, knowing that Mildred had more layers than an onion. She never asked how he got hurt, she never pushed for details, but she always made sure he left her library better than he came in.

So they’d sit in the library together, sipping tea (Green Tea for Jason, obviously), discussing books, and occasionally knitting. Yes, you heard that right. Jason Todd, the brooding vigilante with a chip on his shoulder, knows how to knit. Mildred taught him after one particularly intense evening when Jason was all “I’m gonna destroy my enemies” and Mildred was like, “Yeah, yeah, kid. But first, let’s see if you can make something cute with these needles.”

And maybe, just maybe, the occasional slip of vulnerability would come out. The tiny moments when Jason was just Jason, without the mask or the anger or the gun. Just a guy sitting across from an older woman, talking about Jane Austen, and debating whether Emma was a complete brat or an oddly relatable character.

Moral of the story: Jason Todd has a very unlikely, deeply wholesome, and underrated friendship with a librarian who’s way more badass than she lets on. And even though he’s a tortured vigilante trying to hide his wounds—both literal and emotional—he’s found someone who doesn’t need him to be anything other than himself. The Batfamily may never know about Mildred, and maybe that’s for the best. After all, what happens between Jason and his book club buddy stays between them—and frankly, it’s the one thing in Gotham that’s completely normal.

#JasonToddHasALibrarian #RedHoodReadsAusten #MildredIsTheRealMVP #KnittingAndKickingAss #SecretBuddies #BestiesWithAnOldLadyWhoKnowsEverything #LibrariansAreTougherThanTheyLook #red hood #jason todd #batfamily #library #headcannons #batfamily headcannons

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theshotsheardacrossworlds · 3 days ago

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Flirt

Five times Agi flirted with Emmrich, and one time he flirted with her. Last section is NSFW.

Agnes Aldwir, otherwise known as Rook, was desperately trying and failing to stay calm when she went to speak with their newest recruit---Professor Emmrich Volkarin.

I wasn’t exactly enthusiastic about picking up a professor, especially after how shit my own educational experience was.

I thought, “Oh great, here comes another asshole know-it-all to make my life a living hell all over again.”

And then I met him.

And then I fell in love.

I’m in love with this man.

Fucking hells.

“What a fascinating place this Lighthouse is! What do you make of it?” he asked politely.

Zero thoughts.

Head empty.

Trust my heart, because it will never lead me astray…I really hope because I’m going to try—

She smirked. “I think I like it better with a necromancer in the place.”

His eyes widened. “Do you?”

Do it, Agi.

She raised what she hoped was a sort of sexy but also a bit cheeky maybe perhaps eyebrow. “Especially one with experience.”

Without missing a beat, he demurred, “I must be sure to live up to expectations.”

Mission accomplished?

Fuck yeah why not!

All the nervous tension in her body seemed to ease then. “Did you get the tour yet?”

If not, then Emmrich…how about a tour?

Please?

“Oh, I’ve been exploring, but…I noticed a few of the others taken aback by Manfred. And I overheard remarks about my skulls.” Give me names. “My necromancy won’t cause any undue worry, will it?”

Okay, if I’m being completely honest here, there might be some issues.

However, if we have open and honest communication between all parties, I think it should be alright! Yeah, I think that’ll work.

She offered a reassuring smile. “Everyone’s just new. Give it time. We’ll settle in, get to know each other…as long as we’re open and honest I think it’ll all be fine.”

Agi, you sound like a fucking idiot.

And he’s a professor!!!

He doesn’t appear convinced. Fuck.

He tilted his head towards her. “If you say so, Rook.”

Rook.

I can’t even tell him my real name.

He won’t even know me…just Rook.

As quickly as the tension left her and made her feel as light as air, it returned with a vengeance. “I’ll let you get back to it. See you later, Professor.”

She turned to leave, hoping to run and hide. However, when she heard him say gently, “Emmrich, dear,” she froze.

Emmrich.

Why the fuck did I fall in love you when you’re probably married or at the very least have several extremely attractive lovers and I’m a thirty-year-old virgin from Ferelden who no man ever looks twice at? Why? Why did I do this to myself?

He can never love me.

He can like me.

He’ll be my friend, I’m sure.

But that’s all I’ll ever be…that’s all I am.

Everyone’s friend.

An object of romantic love? Never.

Agnes blinked and realized that while she was wallowing, the necromancer was now standing in front of her, his hands gently holding hers.

“Rook? Are you alright?’

Oh fuck.

Her heart began to beat rapidly in her chest. “Oh! Yeah, I’m fine. It’s just been a long day.” A long week. A long month. A long year. A long several years.

Emmrich is absolutely not convinced. Shit. “Are you quite sure, my dear? You’re crying.” He let go of one of her hands and brushed away tears with his thumb. “Rest is most assuredly needed, Rook. As our leader, your well-being is of paramount importance. Please get some rest.”

Why…why is he being nice?

Why is he looking at me like he cares?

Like he…

No.

He doesn’t. He will never.

Nip it in the bud now. Save yourself from another heartbreak.

She stepped back and nodded. “Yeah. I will, thank you. And um, sorry. It’s all been a lot. Sorry.” Agnes mumbled, leaving his library.

But what if…

***

“And what sort of host would I be, if we didn’t end with some light refreshment?” Emmrich said politely, hands clasped at his waist.

Agnes blinked.

That is Manfred.

That is Manfred with tea.

That is Manfred with tea and biscuits.

Did he do that for me?

He can’t do this for everyone, right?

Alright. Be brave, Agi.

Taking a breath, she grinned. “Did you set all this up to make a good impression?”

His eyes widened. “Of course not! I was only—”

Do it, Agi.

“Because it’s working.” Agnes interrupted as a fierce sort of fondness swelled in her chest.

Please tell me I didn’t just make a fool of myself.

For a moment, something resembling shock crossed his features before he collected himself, glancing towards Manfred. “Then it’s my pleasure to share the tranquility of this place with you.” Emmrich offered his arm, which she took, releasing a breath she did not realize she was holding.

Holy fuck.

It’s happening.

He did have it arranged for me.

Oh, Emmrich. You wonderful man…

***

That’s it, Agi. Be professional. Be normal, for fuck’s sake.

Don’t think about those sexy hands of his touching you…

Yes, yes ten pupils in the same class. Crazy. Mad.

“Before you go, I wanted to thank you for your company in the Memorial Gardens.” Emmrich said after Agnes indicated that I should leave before I make a fool of myself. “There’s another ceremony I have to perform there, if you’d like to visit again. Not yet, but soon.” He stared at expectantly, hands on his slender thighs.

He…wants me to go with him again?

O-oh okay.

Maybe he…

Her heart began to race as she smiled. Be honest about what I want. Be honest about how I feel. “You know I can’t turn down spending more time with you.”

It’s the truth.

It’s certainly better than “I’m madly in love with you, and you can take me wherever you like.”

Was that a fucking sigh?!

He did, in fact, sigh. “How lovely to hear you say so.” Me and lovely in the same sentence. Weird. “I’ll always be glad to show you around the tombs, my dear. At your pleasure.”

My dear.

He’s never called me that before.

Oh shit. Oh fuck.

Oh, I’m really in it now.

Her smile changed into a grin. “I’ll take you up on that.”

“Wonderful! Until then.” He exclaimed with a bow of his head, and she turned to leave.

My dear.

I want to hope.

I want to so badly.

He called me…my dear…

Once in the hallway, she leaned against the stone wall, her hands flying to her heaving bosom.

My dear…

***

As Agnes and her comrades prepared to leave for the Warden Forward Camp, the Veilguard’s leader saw out of the corner of her eye that he’s wearing the sexy armor.

Oh shit.

Oh fuck.

What the red-headed mage called “the sexy armor” was Emmrich’s form-fitting preserved gurn hide armor.

Extremely form-fitting.

He’s so fucking slender, and I want to nibble his—

“Agi? Oh dear, I should be saying ‘Rook’ since we’re heading out shortly.” The necromancer chuckled to himself, approaching her with a warm smile.

I want to nibble his tiny, little waist and hips and maybe give him a lick and see what noises come out of his—

FOCUS.

Focus on the mission.

Focus on—

She giggled. “You can call me whatever you want when you’re wearing that, Emmrich.” OH NO. Much to her embarrassment, she continued to giggle. FUCK MY LIFE!!!! “You look so very handsome in the gurn armor.” STOP. “Anyways, I need to grab a few more items, please excuse me!” As quickly as her long legs would carry her, she darted towards the stairs and into Solas’s meditation room.

RUN. HIDE.

Okay, I can’t hide because I need to kill a blighted dragon.

Agi, get your shit together!

He’s only going to be next to you, flinging spells and being SO SEXY IN THE SEXY ARMOR.

Fuck.

***

Oh fuck yes, it’s sexy armor day again.

Agnes tried and is currently failing to remain calm as she watched her lover approach the eluvian room wearing his gurn hide armor. No Davrin and Assan yet so maybe I can flirt or grab his juicy ass—

“Where has my sweet girl gone? She seems so far away…”

She felt his hands on her waist, kneading her ample sides from behind, and his lips by her ear. “I assure you she’s right here,” she said quickly, trying and failing once again to ignore the throbbing at the apex of her plush thighs. Do it, Agi. He’s wearing the sexy armor. Come on! “And thinking about how utterly delicious you look, love.”

The not-so-subtle arch of a perfectly groomed eyebrow caused her to smirk.

I’ve piqued his interest. Good. Maybe I can flirt after all!

His mustache tickled her ear as he whispered, “Tell me about it, darling. I long to hear how I’ve captivated you.”

“You’re going to think it’s mad,” she bit back a moan when a hand found its way under her Dalish wraps. “B-but it’s the gurn hide armor. It’s very…oh dear, Emmrich…” Agnes gasped as his hand caressed her soft belly. “It’s very sexy.” As he pressed himself against her backside, she felt a twitch against her. O-oh my goodness.

A breathy moan fell from him, his mouth trailing kisses along the back of her ear down her neck. “What about it specifically? I must know every detail, darling.”

Oh shit.

Oh fuck.

No Davrin or Assan yet…

She licked her lips. “It’s that…it shows off your figure, but it’s more than that.” He wants to hear. He won’t say I’m stupid or too inexperienced. I trust him. I love him. It’s okay. Everything is okay. “Seeing you without your long coat and casting spells is very sexy, love.’

“Ah, so you derive pleasure from watching me perform, hmm?” His voice between a purr and a growl.

I can hear it now.

“How did Rook die?”

“Death by sexual combustion.”

Before she had a chance to respond, the doors to the eluvian room opened.

Oh no.

“Assan, your mother and her boyfriend are making out in the eluvian room again.” The Warden said with an eyeroll. “Are we going to have to stage an intervention?”

“Death by embarrassment.”

Agnes burst into nervous giggles and gestured towards the eluvian. “Hahaha, no. No, interventions are necessary. Nope. Not here. Anyways, let’s go. Right, Assan? Let’s go!” She pat Assan’s head and went through the eluvian with him, leaving Emmrich and Davrin behind.

The necromancer adjusted armor, eyes on the eluvian. Wicked thoughts flowed through his mind and promised himself that he would indeed perform for her later.

And boy did he! I couldn’t walk for nearly an hour after…

***

Though Agnes was tired from a particularly long day with Emmrich and Harding in Dock Town, she was not about to miss one of her favorite times of the week---Wednesday Game Night. Board games. Card games. Whatever. We just play games. It’s fun. And Lucanis baked cookies!

As she walked back to Emmrich’s bedroom, she was expecting to see him lying in bed reading.

Because that’s what he does most nights.

After she closed and locked the door behind her, she turned and nearly JUMPED OUT OF MY FUCKING SKIN! HOLY FUCKING SHITBALLS!

Her beloved was not, in fact, reading in bed.

Emmrich “It’s Making Love Not Fucking, Darling” Volkarin was, indeed, lying down on his bed.

Wearing a black silk robe that’s open.

His gold-rimmed reading glasses perched on the edge of his sexy nose.

Is that…what’s that around his cock?

A squeal of surprise tore through her as she scrambled inside, slamming the door shut. “Emmrich!”

“A little birdie told me you won at cards tonight, darling.” He breathed, his twinkling eyes on her. “I thought I might offer my best girl a very special reward.”

She hummed as she strode towards him, barely stifling a giggle. “Was this little birdie’s name Manfred?”

“Agi! Won! Good!”

Standing at the foot of the bed, she began to undress. “Because if it was, then Manfred left out an important piece of information, love.”

Emmrich raised an eyebrow. “Oh? Did he now? Why don’t you come over here, dear, and tell me all about it.” To her, he was elegance personified a deposited his glasses on the side table and is offering himself to me like he’s a fucking banquet. Fuck. Shit. Balls. HIS BALLS.

Now nude, she climbed into bed and leaned over him. “It was Go Fish, Emm. I beat Bellara and Lucanis at Go Fish.”

The most beautiful man I’ve ever seen and have the pleasure to love fucking guffawed. Laughing so hard he’s crying.

His cock is still very hard with a ring on it.

Well, since he’s already…prepared…

He insisted I come at least four times before he even thought about it.

He’s mad, but I love him.

I love him.

#agnes aldwir #emmrich volkarin #emmrook #emmrich x rook #dragon age emmrich #da4 emmrich #emmrich the necromancer #agi x emmrich #human rook #mage rook #plus size rook #chubby rook #veil jumper rook #with cameos from davrin and assan lmao #5 times 1 time #30 year old virgin thinks older gentleman in armor is hot

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morgangilloryy · 1 day ago

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Tidbit Tuesday

Hey hey!I haven't worked on my 'Tommy-Maddie-Karen shenanigans' fic in a couple of days but I have 3500-ish words written for it and I thought I would post a snippet. I really don't know how long it will be, but I might have it up this weekend.

It's kinda long but I really like this part.

“This is my husband, Tommy,” Evan says, tossing an arm over Tommy’s shoulders and pressing a mayo filled kiss to Tommy’s cheek. Tommy rolls his eyes with a smile and wipes it off.

“Nice to meet you,” Lance says with a laugh. “He talks about you so much, I feel like I know you already.”

Tommy looks at Evan, who’s been drawn into an argument with Eddie about something or other, Tommy’s not really following. What he does see is Evan’s left hand on the table, the black silicone ring on his finger and it makes his heart flutter every time he sees either wedding ring on Evan's finger.

“He’s my biggest fan,” Tommy jokes but Lance looks entirely serious when he says,

“He really is.”

Dinner is just what Tommy needed and when Evan walks him to his truck later, he wraps his arms around Tommy’s waist. “So, not that I’m complaining, but what’s up with dinner?”

Tommy tries to look innocent. “I missed you?”

Evan laughs. “I believe that. But I don’t think that’s all there is to it.”

“You know me too well,” Tommy laments. “I just had a weird interaction that threw me off.”

Evan frowns. “What kind of interaction?”

Tommy tells him what happened with Shirley Barnes and Evan’s frown deepens.

“She sounds like a homophobic busy-body,” Evan says, making Tommy laugh.

“Yeah,” Tommy says. “But it was like a quiet homophobia, the kind when someone doesn’t even realize they’re doing it. Plus, I think she is going to cause trouble with my whole deck idea.”

Evan tilts his head. “I can do some research during downtimes? Maybe there’s some sort of policy or something against house additions? I’ve heard that’s a thing.”

“It is,” Tommy admits. “It’s just never been an issue before. You’re better with research than I am so, yeah, if you want to do some looking into it, that’d be great.”

Evan considers him carefully. “This deck is important to you, I know. Why?”

Tommy feels himself fidget under his husband’s attention, which he knows is only going to confirm Evan’s suspicions. “Maddie went with me to Home Depot today. I told her that I couldn’t stop thinking about what happened.”

“Me neither,” Evan says quietly. “I almost lost you.”

“I know,” Tommy says with a slow exhale. “And I just...yes, I want the distraction from that, but I also want to continue living my life. We’ve been talking about putting a deck on the house for forever and we just haven’t had time to do anything about it.”

“Hmm,” Evan says. “You don’t want to waste time.”

Tommy kisses him gently. “Not with you and our life together.”

“So,” Evan says slowly. “You building a deck onto our house is also a metaphor for living life at it’s fullest after a near death experience?”

Tommy thinks about that. “That...sounds about right actually,” Tommy confirms. “Yeah.”

Evan laughs. “And people think I’m the dramatic one.”

np pressure tags: @desert--moonchild, @cjlouwho, @mmso-notlikethat, @tiltingheartand @harmless-variety-of-garden-snake

#911 #bucktommy #fic #my fic #shenanigans fic

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ashisill · 2 days ago

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Ethereal

Josh kiszka x fem reader

He wants you until it starts to become a serious relationship. He’s found excuse after excuse not to make you his and you’ve had just about enough.

Warnings: (language, fighting, crying, smoking, drinking, friends with benefits, drunk and angry Josh, unprotected sex, overstimulation, f dom, vulgar language, subby Josh, and I believe that’s all)

AN: This might be my last fanfic for a while. I’ve been getting pretty discouraged recently which I try not to do. I’ve been spending so much time writing but not getting much out of it. I know I struggle with grammar a little but I’m trying to get better. I’ll still be active on tumblr but I’ll be taking a break from writing. I hope you all understand <3

Ethereal: extremely delicate and light in a way that seems too perfect for this world

It was a warm summer night in the middle of June. You should be home in your bed or relaxed smoking a J. Instead you’re naked in cold hotel sheets. Josh is standing on the balcony smoking a cigarette. If his brothers knew you were tangled in his sheets they’d surely give him a lecture. It’s not that you’re bad for Josh. Truth be told you’re the only person they want Josh to get with. It’s just that he’s convinced himself he can’t handle a relationship. He loves to play pretend like you two are together until it gets too serious. He drags you along but refuses to settle down. It’s not fair to either of you. Therefore they try their best to pull you two apart. He’s absolutely crazy for you but what is stopping him from making it official? It’s no secret. Everybody knows his feelings for you. Even though he tries to hide it from the guys. Jake’s the only one who truly knows about your secrets in the dead of night. Although it’s not that hard to assume you’re sleeping with each other.

“Josh you can’t keep fucking her”

“What else am I supposed to do Jake?”

“I dunno maybe take her out on a fucking date”

“ I don’t date. I can’t date. I don’t do ‘domestication’ you know this. I haven’t dated since high school. There’s a reason”

“And she’s about the only girl you’ve had sex with since high school. How do you think she feels being drug around from city to city for your pleasure?”

“My god don’t say it like that. She knows I cant settle down with her”

“She’s okay with being your fuck buddy even though you’re both hopelessly in love with each other? No Josh shes not. She tells you that so she doesn’t have to lose you”

“That’s not tru-”

“I’ve talked to her myself. She can’t wait forever and you’re going to continue to take advantage of her until she finds another. Then what are you gonna do?”

“She didn’t tell you that don’t you lie to me”

“Who cares what she said or didn’t. What are you gonna do when you lose her Josh? That’s what’s important right now”

Truthfully you can never see yourself moving on from him. Is it unhealthy? Absolutely. You both play pretend and act like best friends. Around the others it looks like nothing more than platonic feelings. They know better and so do the both of you. Except let the word ‘relationship’ get thrown around and Josh panics. As much as you try you just can’t understand. Why is he throwing you away? You’ve traveled the word to stay by his side. You take care of him better than anyone. You cook elaborate meals for him, you calm him down when he’s frantic, and you fuck him like a porn star. Any other guy would have jumped at the opportunity. Including his brothers but here you are waiting hand and foot for him.

“Josh?”

He’s sliding back the balcony door and walking towards the bed. He sits with his back facing you. “Yeah?”

“I bought a plane ticket back home”

“What why?”

He’s facing you now, hairs a wreck, and his eyes are bulged.

“Because I’m done Josh. I’m done being your fuck buddy, I’m done traveling city to city on a maybe, and I’m done with the excuses. Obviously you don’t want me because if you did you would have made me yours by now”

“That’s not true y/n you have to understand-”

“I’m done trying to understand you Josh!” You’re frantically throwing your clothes on and shoving the rest in a suitcase.

“You can’t leave y/n! Come on this is crazy”

“Do you know what’s crazy Josh? Spending this long waiting for a man who won’t even hold my hand in front of his brothers”

“Y/n I explained it to you. Just put the bag down and we’ll talk”

“Talk about what Josh? About how you’re ‘not ready’ and you ‘can’t handle a relationship’. I can’t keep killing myself for you to love me. Why don’t you love me? Why Josh why?”

“I-”

“What can’t talk your way out of this one?”

“I do love you y/n”

“Well that’s fucking big of you huh?”

“Y/n!”

“Can you tell me right now? Tell me that you want this? You want us”

He’s stammering on his words and staring into your eyes. He can’t form a sentence even with your threat of leaving. You look at him in shock and throw your hands up in the air. “Well then I guess that’s it then?”

“No y/n I do want you please. Please just stay”

“Us! I want you to want us! You’ve made it more than obvious that you don’t”

“Y/n please” he looks like he’s about to cry but you don’t care. You can’t care.

You grab your suitcase and open the door. Hes gripping your arm and pleading with you. “Y/n please I’ll change. Just don’t go”

“Josh let me go”

“No! God damn it y/n listen to me! Please I-”

He’s hurting you with his strength of his grip. You even debate on if it will bruise. “Ouch Josh let go of me”

“Y/n I can’t do this without you”

“Then you should have fucking thought about that before you treated me like nothing more than a fuck buddy”

You pull away and shove a finger in his chest. “goodbye Josh”

You slammed the door and turned down the hall. He’s laid up against the door pulling his hair. “Fuck fuck fuck”

You make your way to the hotel lobbiy and spot Jake sitting at the bar. You try to not catch his attention but who are you kidding. He’s now laid eyes on you and is very concerned as he waves to you. “Well well well what do we have here?”

“You don’t have to lecture Josh anymore because it’s over”

“Over?”

“I’m catching a plane back home so”

“Well hold on now. Come sit and have a drink with me”

He pats the barstool next to him and you sigh but join him. You order a drink to calm your nerves. “Wanna tell me what happened?”

“No” you throw back a shot.

“Might make you feel better. Get it off your chest before you leave”

Jake hopes he knows you well enough to convince you to stay. He stays quiet for a while giving you time to think. Just as he wished you start to open up.

“I told him I was leaving and asked if he was serious about us. Do you know what he said?”

“Do I want to know?”

“He said nothing Jake!. He just stared at me with that stupid face and his stupid brown eyes” you shout louder than you meant.

He’s the only person at the bar that didn’t give you a look of disgust. He smiles telling you to tone it down and continues.

“I’m not saying forgive him but you know he doesn’t mean that right?”

“Really Jake?” You punch his arm. “Sorry”

“Hey!” He laughs at your weak attempt of a punch. “I didn’t mean it like that. I meant he’s fucking stupid. When you force him to deal with things that way he freaks. I don’t know why but he’s always been that way. There was a time when we were kids were he couldn’t function without me during school. I was always there to pull him out of situations and find a solution to whatever was wrong. Now he’s gotten a lot more independent from me but he still depends on me for a lot. Hence why I always got a phone call after you two got it on”

“He calls you after?”

“Usually to bitch and moan about how bad he wants you yes”

“Why does he have to be so complicated?”

“Because he’s Josh and he can’t do anything without a struggle”

You sigh “I’ve noticed”

“Has he ever told you about Brooklyn?”

“I’m gonna need a lot more shots for this huh?”

“Well don’t get wasted if you going home”

“I don’t know what to do”

“Well you’re always welcome to crash in my room if you just need a break. Or if your determined to leave I’ll pay for your ticket and drive you to the airport”

You sigh “I dunno just tell me about Brooklyn”

“Well Brooklyn was Josh’s first love. They were together for two years, lived together, and it seemed just perfect. He loved her like truly loved her and we all thought she did too. Well Josh came home early from Europe and found a guy sleeping in their bed. She claimed he was drunk and needed a place to crash. He knew it wasn’t true and thankfully he left. For the next year she would do everything she could to fuck with him. She’d call him shitfaced and try to get him back. She would come by my house and try to talk to him. It was borderline stalking and I had to basically threaten her to leave him alone. Eventually she gave up after she met some other guy. Well now your here and he’s fallen in love with you and he’s terrified”

“But doesn’t he know I’m not her?”

“That’s what I’ve been trying to get through to him”

“I would never hurt him like that! Never would I be so careless with his heart. He’s become everything to me. So much so that I feel like a part of me is missing when he’s not around. That’s stupid isn’t it?”

“Stupid because it’s my dumbass brother. But I never see you smile with your teeth unless you’re with him. Both of your eyes seem to glow together. You don’t look at anyone the way you look at him. You’re in way to deep to just up and go home”

“I love love him dont I?”

“If love love means you can’t leave tonight then yes”

“I’m not going anywhere but he can’t get away with acting this way”

“Here”

He hands you his debit card and room card “you can order food and drinks from the room and they will bring it up. Take your bags and go get shit faced and I’ll fix this okay?”

You both rise to your feet and you wrap around his neck. You two have never hugged before so he’s a little confused. Jake’s not the affection type but you could tell you needed this. He pats your back gently and hugs you tight until you let go. “Thank you Jake”

“Anything for my future in law”

You shower in Jake’s hotel room and wrap yourself in a robe. You ordered sushi and a martini and your stretched out in Jake’s bed. It’s a lot cleaner in here than you thought and it smells of Jake’s cologne. It’s comforting in a way. You and Jake have gotten pretty close over the years. He’s saved you from a lot of stressful situations. Either you’ve gotten too drunk and he’s holding back your hair or you’re freaking out over something small. He’s always there to step in when the other guys give you a hard time. He knows your Josh’s and because of that he’s very overprotective of you. He’s the first to punch a guy for being to friendly with you. You’ve always seen him as a protector which is why you always go to him when something’s wrong. Even if you’re not trying to seek him out he’s always there. Tonight is a perfect example of Jake’s savior tendencies.

“Open the door you prick”

“I’m not in the mood Jake”

“Guess who I ran into at the bar?”

“Oh fuck” he’s swinging open the door.

“She left”

“She actually left!” he gasp.

“Josh she’s gone why wouldn’t you stop her?”

He’s being mean but he’s trying to teach him a lesson. He doesn’t want to be this way but he knows how Josh works. This is the only way to get through to him. You fight stubborn by being stubborn.

“I tried she wouldn’t listen”

“She’s probably tired of listening to bullshit”

“Jake do you not remember what happened last time. Do you not remember how bad it was for me? My god why dont you two get it?”

“Y/n isn’t her. You can’t use that excuse anymore”

“It’s not an excuse it’s the truth!”

“Fuck Josh. She’s not gonna hurt you stop treating her like she is. You tiptoe around her like at any moment it’s going to turn south. What happened to ‘fuck fear’?”

“I didn’t mean for any of this to happen” he runs his hands through his tangles curls. “I really do love her she’s all I’ve ever wanted”

“I know in your heart you mean that but you fucked up big time. She truly doesn’t think you love her because of how you’ve been treating her”

“Did she say when she was flying out?”

“As your brother it’s too late for that Josh”

“Fuck”

“I would say I’m sorry but you did it to yourself”

“Jake I can’t lose her!”

He’s pacing like a madman and his curls are pointing every which way. His eyelashes wet from tears and his cheeks pink. “Maybe this is good. Maybe you need to give her space. If there’s one thing I do know it’s that she loves you”

“Is that supposed to help? She’s gone!”

“Josh” he puts his hand on his shoulder.

“What am I supposed to do?”

“Go smoke a joint and calm down. You can’t do anything to fix it tonight”

“I would fight you but I know you’re right”

Josh heads to the balcony to smoke a joint and probably order a drink or two or three …

Jake swipe his card he sighs, shutting the door behind him.

“Well don’t you look cozy?”

“How’d it go with dumbass?”

“I told him you left and he’s drowning in self pity”

“Jake! That’s so sad! I didn’t say hurt him!”

“Y/n he’s lead you on for a year and you’re six hours away from home because of him. He was going to let you fly home I stopped you remember?”

“Right”

“Uh yeah don’t be stupid. Sip your drink and forget about him for tonight”

“That’s kinda of hard when he’s across the hall”

“Yeah yeah”

He’s laying beside you on his tummy. He’s stealing your sushi and also ordered a drink. This is the hardest you’ve laughed in months. You love moments like this with him. Purely platonic love. He’s the only guy you know that has never tried to get with you even when he’s under the influence. He’s sams got a little too flirty with you all in good fun of course. You’re both pretty intoxicated and the tv is suddenly the funniest thing ever. Both of you laughing and point at the stupidest things. Even the commercials are funny. You’re pleased to hang out with Jake all night. Your fun slowly started to fade away. When out of nowhere You hear a door slam which is odd for two in the morning. Next there’s banging on the hotel door. He rushes to the door and looks through the peak hole. “Oh fuck it’s Josh”

He cracks the door to find a very drunk and very angry Josh. “I was g-going to finda snack. I-I know that laugh. Y-you you prick”

“Josh go back to your room”

“Fuck you! You’re s-shirtless! Did you two f-”

“What the hell no we didn’t! Josh shut up its two in the morning”

“Fuck you!” He shouts louder.

Sam opens the door next to Jake’s room. “Josh shut the hell up?”

“He got to drunk and he’s accusing me of sleeping with y/n”

“Y-you lied to me! She-shes in y-your room!”

“Josh I just got her content and here you come with your bullshit”

“What is happening?” Sam asked shyly.

“Y/n said she was leaving, I calmed her down, offered my room for her to stay, and I tried to teach him a lesson by telling him she left. We’ve just been drinking and watching tv that’s all. Before you showed up we were actually having a pretty good time”

“Yeah so y-you can f-fuck her!”

Sam rubs his face “Josh I’m telling you to fuck off. You are beyond stupid if you think he would do anything with y/n. Go away Josh”

“No no no I need her! I need her!” He tries to push them out of the way.

“Joshua!” They shove him back. He attempted to throw a punch but Jake shoved him making him stumble. He falls back onto his hard hotel door and now you’re angry. Angry because he’s whining for you after he gave you away. Most importantly angry because they’re being so rough with him.

“Josh” you’ve appeared behind Jake making them all jump. His eyes widen and his breath has slowed. “You are a fucking mess”

“I know y/n” he looks down.

You hold back your anger with Jake and Sam because you know they were trying to help. You disappear back into the bedroom. When you return you’ve got your sushi plate and your martini. “Come on”

“What?” He’s stumbling around the hallway. You wrap an arm around his waist to steady him.

“Thank you Jake. Goodnight Sam”

He turns to cuss out his brother “yeah goodnight and fuc-”

“Shut up and get in the room”

You awkwardly shuffle in the room and he takes a seat on the bed. Neither of you look at each other. You live in painful silence before speaking to him.

“I guess you do love me huh?”

“Yes I fucking love you y/n”

“I never bought a plan ticket I just needed to clear my head”

“You didn’t have t-to scare me so bad. I thought I lost you” he’s still struggling to get the words out correctly.

“Maybe that’s what you needed to figure your shit out. Oh and I know about Brooklyn”

“Oh fuck y/n I’m sorry I-”

“Look I get it Josh but that’s doesn’t excuse the way you treated me”

“I can make it up to you I promise. Please just-” it chokes out of him. “Please y/n”

That noise reminds you so much of when he’s on the edge. As much as you hate it it’s turned you on. You test the waters carefully knowing he’s still fragile.

“Breathe … Can you make it up to me?”

You step closer to him and slowly undo your robe. “Oh fuck. Like this?”

“Like what?” You stand in between his legs. Your nails rake his shoulders gently up and down. He tries hard for his gaze not to wander your body.

He closes his eyes instead, leaning into your touch “mhm feels good”

“How drunk are you?”

“I can get it up” he smiles at you.

“M’sorry I scared you but you have to understand”

“I understand and I deserved it”

“Yeah you kind of did. Hmm. I guess you’ve been bad huh?” Your voice low and seductive.

A sly grin appears on his face. He’s enjoying this a little too much already. “So bad mama”

No words spoken you just point to the pillows. He rushes to obey you. “Good boy”. You straddle his waist and feel him through his boxers.

“Mhmm” he closes his eyes.

“Gotta stay with me baby”

“I’m here I’m right here. What you gonna do to me darling?”

“What am I gonna do? I’m gonna ride you until I’m done with you. And you gonna be a good boy and fucking take it”

“Oh fuck baby” he whines but you’re having none of it.

“Shut up”

You’re ripping off his boxers and stripping off his shirt. “Touch me. My god touch me”

“Enough”. You laid a hard slap to the side of his thigh making him shiver. He bites his lip trying to be a good boy for you.

He’s hard. Insanely hard. He’s swollen, bright red, and his tip aggressively leaks of pre cum. “So hard huh Josh? Oh so pretty for me sweetheart. Does your cock hurt baby?”

You’re speaking so vulgar it’s killing him. Normally it’s Josh doing all the dirty talk as he rambles on. Now it’s you and he thinks he’s fallen for you even more. Well if he could think about anything besides your pussy right now.

“Hurts so bad mama. So fucking bad”. He looks down at his cock with burrowed eyebrows. “Hm so hard”

“So hard”

You’re unbelievably soaking wet and you fight to stay focused. You start to slide your clit on his cock. “You’re so wet mama” it grunts out him.

He reaches down to feel you but you swat his hand. “No touching”

“But-”

“Am I gonna have to shove these in your mouth or are you gonna be good?” You tease your panties at him before throwing them his way.

“I’m gonna be good! I’m gonna be so good. So patient”

“Good boy”

He lives for your approval and gentle praise. He moans out without you even touching him. In an instant you’re sliding him inside of you and sinking down. It burns as he stretches your walls when he’s all the way in you cry out. He grips the sheets and gasp loudly. “Shit” he hisses through his teeth. His voice sounds the farthest thing from pleasure. His eyes squeeze shut and a string of grunts and moans follow.

“Josh?”

“Baby I can’t-”

“Gonna cry for this pussy? Gonna fucking cry Joshua?”

“M’sorry. So so sorry”

He’s moaning far too loud to be in a hotel room. He’s pulling at the sheets then he balls his fist and bangs them down on the bed. You let him cum as you rock back and forth. He starts to calm but you don’t stop if anything you speed up. He gasp out and reaches for you hips. “Didn’t I say no touching?”

“Y/n! Fuck! Please!”

“Oh you poor pathetic thing. Look at you Josh. Such a mess for me already? Fucking destroyed”

“I can’t-” it barely croaks out of him as you fuck yourself on his cock.

“Do you need your safe word?”

He shakes his head and you slow down a little bit. “You gonna let me cum?”

“Fucking use me y/n!”. Tears start to fall from the crease in his eyes.

“There’s my boy. Don’t cry baby I know how overstimulated this dick must be huh?” You say leaning down to wipe his tears.

You throw your head back grinding hard on his throbbing cock. He’s watching you in awe as if you were the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Because you are. You’re getting close and he can feel you squeezing him. Reminding him he’s not far from another orgasm. “M’close”

“I know you’re squeezing my cock so tight baby. Hugging him so good”

“You’re not far behind are you sweet boy?”

“Mhm gonna cum. Gonna cum so fucking hard”

Without another word because you both can’t form one. It’s intense and nearly impossible how hard both of you are cumming. His release starts to leak out of your cunt. Dripping down to your thighs. Your core and legs shake with pleasure. You’ve got him whining and whimpering out. He sounds so pretty and so fucked out. The noises that flow from both of you is nothing but a pornographic daydream. It’s the only thing you can focus on anymore. A beautiful filthy angelic harmony that only you two can understand. As he starts to calm you wonder how much he’s got left. You should stop. You should roll over and lay next to him, catching your breath. Whisper sweet things to him and cuddle up on his warm body. But do you?

Your hips start to roll and he looks terrified. “Y/n you’re gonna kill me!”

“Gotta empty that cock baby. I want it all”

“You’ve got it all mama please”

“One more pretty boy. Can you be sweet and give me one more?”

He looks like he’s in pain but he nods “of course I can”

Such a sweet and innocent response. You can see pure euphoria shimmering in his eyes. He’s gone yet he still smiles up at you waiting on your command.

You’re bouncing up and down on him. His eyes start to roll but you order him to focus on you. Every move you make is followed by a whimper and his body is nearly limp.

“I-I can’t. My cock hurts mama” he cries.

“Yes you can Josh look at me” You grab his face in your hands “I’m almost there my love. Take it baby can you take it?”

“Mhm I-I … I can take it” he whispered. He’s got a steady stream of tears down his cheeks. He reaches out to touch you and you allow it. He’s squeezing your breast and gripping your hips. He’s a complete mess just like you wanted. He’s so so so crazy beautiful like this. Sweat drips from his curls, his cheeks pink as ever, and his eyes glossy with pleasure and pain. You’ve never seen something so beautiful. Beautiful is a complete understatement. He’s … Ethereal. He can’t be real. You hovering above him but he can’t be. He’s so soft and gentle you can hold him like water in your hands. Too fragile for this rough and crazy world. He’s an angel that must have fell down from the heavens. It must be true he can’t be human. It’s few and far between when things in this world are flawless. Yet he lays before you completely perfect. His body sculpted from the gods. His personality built and crafted from all the things that make him Josh. That make him perfect. Tears are failing from your own eyes. You realize now you love him with every bone in your body. Every time your heart beats it beats for him. Your lungs breathe for him. You think without him you would just crumple away into nothing. You live for him. You love him. Your angel so ethereal. So wonderful and full of life. Your baby. Sweet sweet Joshua.

Your Joshua

“Oh Josh” you cry “you’re so beautiful my love. I love you Josh please don’t leave”

“I’m right here” he squeezes your hand.

His voice strained by whimpers as he speaks so gently to you. “I love you y/n. My god I love you”

“I love you too J-”

Your name is all he knows as he repeats it over and over. Like a prayer seeping from his lips. He can’t even warn you that he’s tipped over the edge but you know. A borderline screams rips out of his lungs as you cries for you. A hand reaches over his mouth as you whisper to him.

“So loud for me baby boy. So good … so” you start to trail off. Your own orgasm crashing down over you. You’ve collapsed on top of him you wish to stay there but know his throbbing cock needs a break. “Josh?”

His body is twitching and shaking. You fear you might have been too much. When he turns to you with a weak smile you feel better. “I know it’s supposed to be a punishment but I’ve never been fucked so good”

You smile at him lazily “I love you stupid”

“I love you and my cock definitely loves you”

“Hold me?”

“I’ll hold you forever my sweet girl. As long you let me”

“Good thing too because I’m never letting go. Took long enough to get you”

“You’ve always had me. I’m gonna be better to you okay? I’m gonna love you the way I should have in the first place”

“Can you start by ordering more sushi?” You tease playfully knowing the restaurant lobby is far from open.

He laughs the way you love so damn much. You rest your head on his chest, immediately being clouded by tiredness. His eyes are closed and a faint smile is present on his face. “Maybe tomorrow m’so sleepy”

“Goodnight Josh” you whisper.

He whispers back “Goodnight sweet girl. Pretty girl. My girl”

“All yours”

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spillthepuckingtea · 10 hours ago

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Hi sorry if this is a tad bit long, but

Toxic relationship anon here, so this is how I see this relationship with Sammy and Jack: in the beginning it most definitely was good, and you could tell at family skate he was happy and he genuinely looked happy, but after he got his shoulder surgery he was in a very vulnerable place and his mental and emotional health wasn’t the best, and Sammy knew that and took advantage of it, and in a way he feels like he owed it to her to at least try a relationship. Being in a toxic relationship with a manipulative narcissist is not easy, they gas light you so much and you don’t even realize it because it’s normal behavior. They blame you for fights and anything they can to not take blame theirselves. You’re friends and family can tell you they don’t like the person and they aren’t good for you because you see someone different than they do, you don’t see the toxic manipulative things they are doing to keep you around , because around you they are a totally different person. A person you think you’re happy with and a person you love . When reality they are the complete opposite.. they make you feel insecure no matter what it is but you don’t see it as that. They will make your confidence shit. But once again you don’t see it as that because you have rose colored glasses on and a part of you chooses to believe they aren’t a bad person but they belittle you like no other and you just go through a toxic cycle. Until you for yourself see someone for their true colors and intentions no one can convince you to leave the relationship.. your friends and family are going to be civil for your sake but they don’t like your relationship and how you’re treated . I finally for myself saw after 2 years, he wasn’t good enough for me and I was worth so much more.. with that being said Jack most definitely had rose colored glasses on , but I believe he’s slowly but surely figuring out the relationship isn’t what he thought it would be. He felt like he owed it to her, but to him it was never going to be anything long lasting.. I think he’s finally seeing her toxic behavior and her intentions. And maybe he’s a routine guy and doesn’t want cause more problems before playoffs so he’s waiting the relationship out… but him not getting her a wag jacket and not publicly claiming her is one thing I most definitely took notice of, because I was a wag in that relationship and he always made sure I had a jacket or whatever was made for said games.. so for him not to do that really speaks volumes… and just his playing lately has not been the potential of him as a player; people don’t realize when you’re in a toxic relationship it does affect your everyday life even if you try and not let it; and I think he’s going to notice that eventually.. I know everyone wants this relationship to end, but believe me he will get tired of the toxic behavior eventually… if you have any questions I’ll be happy to answer them ❤️

first off I’m sorry you even know any of this. It’s something that nobody should go through. What causes me the slightest bit of hope is that he did not get her a jacket which like you said speaks volumes it shows that slowly he’s starting to realize that she is not in this relationship for the right reasons and I don’t like to call people, toxic, or manipulative when I don’t know them, but all the signs are pointing to that because what kind of dies a human being goes for the brother of the guy that rejected you to spite him. I just hope he starts playing like he used to because I know when he’s back on his grind it’s gonna help so much with his internal turmoil and his confidence that he might actually have the confidence to realize what’s going on.

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dirty-bosmer · 18 hours ago

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Wip Wednesday

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more Dark Brotherhood angst cause what else am I good for (I promise things do happen in this fic, but they are scandalous and I'm too much of a baby to post them so for now we just get whiny conversations XD)

“I’m returning to Fort Farragut,” he tells her, and it skewers her like a spear. She squints, blinks, but he’s still there, haloed in the sun glare that spills through the parted curtain. Funny how for a man named Lucien, he always looks wrong in the daylight. “This has become… unsustainable.” This, he calls it, as if he can conquer the formlessness of their nightmare by giving it something as prosaic as a name. "Alright." “We’d both benefit from the solitude, wouldn’t you agree?” Then go, she wants to spit back at him. Go away. You’ve taken everything from me already, and if I have to look at you for one more second, I’ll pluck my eyes out. I’ll kill you. But if anything, that would only tempt him to linger, see if she makes good on her threat. And she doesn’t mean it anyway. She’d never say such senseless things aloud, because the idea that she might one day drive him off for good, that he could exist without her and be better off for it, is worse than the misery she feels in his company. Just the thought makes her skin crawl and her stomach curdle. Sickens her. Revolts her. He’s the only family she has left, and though she didn’t have one for very long, she knew even then those were the kind of bonds you bled for. So instead she offers him a listless shrug, and when he lays a hand on her shoulder, presses a kiss to her forehead, she welcomes him the way she welcomes the bottle— drawn to the bliss she feels when its cold rim is at her lips, when the wine is sloshing inside her, making her feel limitless and then beyond the limit, plunged off the cliff, not dead but not alive, just floating. A kind of nonexistence. And it hurts, but that’s the point. If she wanted tenderness, she would never have loved him.

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wendichester · 18 hours ago

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I absolutely love your work! Could I request something where the reader is not the most active person, like... She doesn't like running, she's not fit, she's terrible at fighting. She maybe does research, but that's all. But she's good at picking clothes, she always makes sure Sam and Dean look professional/appropriate to what they'll be doing. And she makes absolutely AMAZING apple pie, and she cooks, and all - just helps "passively", not "actively". So one day she decides that "alright, that's enough, I'm only causing trouble" and leaves - and at first the boys don't care, since she "wasn't too useful" - but after like a week or two they notice that they miss the apple pie, they miss someone who could help them with looking better, especially Sam, who realizes how deep in love with her he is? And maybe she comes back?

I'm sorry if it's too specific, or too much details, or anything😅😅

⋆. 𐙚 ˚ all the little things,

summary. when you start to think just how replaceable you are, sam shows you exactly otherwise

pairing. sam winchester x reader ft. dean winchester

wordcount. 681

notes. honestly, this is just a heartwarming idea! thank you for requesting lovely 🩷

The motel room is quiet when you slip out.

Your bag is packed, everything neat and folded because, well—of course it is. You aren’t a mess. You don’t do things hastily or without thinking. But you’ve thought about this—leaving—long and hard, and the conclusion is always the same.

You aren’t useful.

Sure, you help. You make sure Dean’s FBI suit isn’t wrinkled and that Sam has something other than plaid to wear when interviewing victims. You keep the bunker stocked, and you make damn good apple pie.

But you can’t run. You can’t fight. You can barely hold a gun without it shaking in your hands.

And you’re tired of feeling like dead weight.

So you leave.

No note, no big speech—just a quiet exit in the middle of the night, the way you’re sure they’ll forget you.

Because you? You’re replaceable.

Right?

At first, the boys don’t notice.

They wake up, see that your things are gone, and shrug it off. Maybe you got tired of the life. Maybe you found something better.

They don’t talk about it.

They just move on.

Then things start feeling off.

Not all at once—just little things.

Like how Dean’s shirts are suddenly wrinkled as hell, and his ties are never quite right. Or how Sam keeps losing his laptop charger because you’re not there to remind him to bring it.

And the food? Absolute garbage.

Dean burns everything. Sam tries to cook and nearly poisons them both. They eat diner food three times a day, and after two weeks, Dean stares blankly at the menu and mutters, “God, I miss pie.”

Sam’s fork pauses mid-air.

It’s the first time either of them has said it out loud.

Dean catches himself, scowls, and shoves a bite of pancakes into his mouth. But the damage is done.

They do miss you.

The bunker feels wrong without you.

Your room is empty, hollow in a way Sam can’t stand. He stops by more often than he wants to admit, staring at the bed like it might hold answers, like it might tell him why you left without a word.

At first, he assumed it didn’t matter. But now—now it’s everywhere.

It’s in the little things.

Like how there’s no warm light from the kitchen in the morning, no soft hum of music while you bake. No one teasing Dean about his terrible diet or fixing Sam’s collar before an interview.

No one who makes them feel like they have a home.

It takes Sam longer than he’d like to admit to realize what it means.

He doesn’t just miss you.

He loves you.

And he needs you back.

Finding you takes time.

Sam spends hours searching, fingers flying over the keyboard until—finally—he gets a hit.

Dean doesn’t argue when Sam says, “Let’s go.”

Because he misses you too.

You stare at them when they show up at your new apartment.

“...What are you doing here?”

Sam takes a slow breath. “We need to talk.”

You cross your arms, trying to hold your ground. “There’s nothing to talk about.”

Dean scoffs. “Bullshit.”

Sam shoots him a look, then turns back to you, softer. “We didn’t realize how much we needed you,” he admits. “Not just for the small stuff—for everything.”

You blink, and Sam steps closer, voice steady.

“You make us better. You make us feel like we’re more than just hunters. More than just the job.”

You swallow hard. “I—I thought I was just in the way.”

Sam shakes his head. “You were never in the way.”

Dean chimes in. “Look, we’re idiots, okay? We should’ve said something when you left.” He sighs, rubbing the back of his neck. “But the truth is—we suck without you.”

Your throat tightens.

Then Sam says, quietly—earnestly,

“I love you.”

Your breath catches.

Dean smirks. “Took him long enough to admit it.”

Sam rolls his eyes but doesn’t look away from you. His hand finds yours, warm and solid.

“So,” he says. “Come home?”

You hesitate—only for a second.

Then you nod.

And just like that, everything is right again.

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demon-shark · 2 days ago

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Jiu-ge and A-Ying; Prologue

Shen Jiu wakes up in Qiu Manor with memories of two lifetimes

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It hit with a bang. Or at least that is the only way Jiu could explain it. He clutched at his aching head, a pain he could only compare to his still bleeding back. Jiu could only stumble through the wood shed until he collapsed on the makeshift bed he made of straw. His vision had blurred from the pain and he struggled to ground himself as things flashed through his mind. Biting down on his tongue to choke down the cries that threatened to escape him. Whether they came from the pain or the newfound torment in the images he wasn’t sure.

The sudden rush of memories, of entire lifetimes. Lifetimes that might have been his, they looked like his. One where he waits, bears hell upon his shoulders until he cracks. Where he is turned as a cauldron for a demonic cultivator until he is reunited with Qi-ge. Where he continues to wallow in his own misery as he makes enemies out of everyone around him. Where is he relieved of his limbs and gets everyone killed, including his precious Qi-ge who tried to save him from his own mistakes. One of a strange world of iron carriages without horses, glowing tablets, and stoves without fire. A world where he was sickly but loved, loved by his two older brothers; Ru and Shilin and his precious little sister; Lihua, who he absolutely spoiled. A life where he died and came to this world, terrified and constantly trying to fight a future he was so sure would happen. One where he sacrificed himself for those he grew to call friends. But more importantly it showed him what would happen if he stayed.

He has to leave, QI-ge is going to get himself hurt trying to reach him if he stays here. But he can’t go to Cang Qiong either, he only ever brought those people misery and he won’t do it a 3rd time. He refuses to be a curse upon them any longer. It doesn’t matter if he has to go to the other end of the world to make it happen. He would have to cultivate, the world is far too dangerous for him not to and he won’t have any support this time. But before that he needs to find a way to contact Qi-ge, tell him not to return, to not look for him. Jiu took a deep breath.

He needs to focus. Take things one at a time. Before he does anything he needs to get out. If he just runs away, Qiu Jianluo will chase him down. He needs to fake his death. He’s done it before, he can do it again. But how? It needs to be something that doesn’t leave a body, or at least not much of one. As Jiu plotted his escape, someone made their way to the shed. Torch in hand and tears on her face, Haitang promised that she would protect her brother from the monster in the shed. With the lock steadfast, Jiu wouldn’t be able to escape and with a single motion she lit it ablaze. It caught fire faster than she thought it would. The fire that once haunted her dreams, now protecting what she holds dear.

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Yue Qi ran. He couldn’t be late. Not again. Not when Xiao Jiu suffered so much for him already. It didn’t matter if he had a sword or not, he would burn that cursed mansion down himself if he had to. But he WILL protect him this time, he WILL make up for everytime he failed him before, he WILL make things right and make sure that Xiao Jiu never suffers again.

He ran for three days straight on his cultivation and determination alone. By the time he arrived at the Qiu manor he was ready to collapse. But he powered through it, pounding on the door and demanding to see the master of the house. He was instead greeted by Qiu Haitang, a cold look on her face, “what are you doing here?”. Cold fury filled Yue Qi upon seeing her, but he swallowed it down as he said, “I want you to release Shen Jiu from his contract. I’m willing to buy it out if necessary.” He absolutely didn’t have the money to do that but if he could get enough time to find Xiao Jiu and get him out it didn’t matter. “That won’t be necessary. He’s dead and I killed him.”

As soon as she said those words, Yue Qi could feel the world crash down around him. He failed. He failed again and now Xiao Jiu is gone. The girl was saying something, taunting him, but it didn’t reach him. All that he could hear was Xiao Jiu’s voice echoing in his head, scolding him for going to save Shiwu and telling him to leave him behind because he was too sick to make the journey. Then came the voice of Shen Jiu, the boy who did whatever it took to survive under Wu Yanzi, who constantly got into fights with Liu Qingge and couldn’t stand to be in the same room as him. Then Shen Qingqiu who made snide remarks behind his fan and protected the sect with everything he had. Then the man who didn’t remember any of it, the man who gave and gave and gave without anything in return. All of them precious parts of his Xiao Jiu and all of them gone. Gone because he failed him again.

Yue Qi doesn’t remember how he got back to the sect or why he even returned. The world was out of focus and dull. Faces blurred together but he could make out the black and white uniforms of Qiong Ding peak despite that. As he crossed the threshold he was greeted by his Shizun. Upon seeing him the soft smile quickly fell and he asked, “Disciple Yue, what’s wrong?” With one question, he completely collapsed. Tears shedding down his face as he screamed in agony. His qi flared up and seemed to explode in some half-mad attempt to self-destruct as he went into a qi-deviation.

#Jiu-ge and A-Ying #svsss fanfiction #svsss #shen jiu #shen qingqiu #yue qingyuan

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I’ve always found the dichotomy between the enhanced and non-enhanced Avengers (and co) to be extremely underexplored. Like, how do these normal ass humans feel about playing on the same field as supersoldiers and aliens and sorcerers and all that crazy shit? So of course, because I’m me, I decided to traumatize a character about it. That unlucky bastard is one Clint.

Picture this:

Rogue Avengers have received their pardons and moved back into the Tower. Steve and Tony, despite being on very rocky terms at first, have since made up. All is well.

It was supposed to be a routine mission. A little pocket of HYDRA had managed to survive and establish a stronghold, and the Avengers were there to knock heads and such. Only it was a decoy. The real stronghold was somewhere else, and this one was just bait to lure the Avengers in. They don’t figure this out until the dust settles and they realized that Clint is gone.

Meanwhile, at the real stronghold, Clint finds himself with two main captors, let’s call them Sergei and Sofiya.

Sergei is huge- 6’5, 300 lbs of pure muscle. He doesn’t talk much, and when he does he’s barking orders in Russian, both to Clint and the various guards and orderlies whose faces Clint never sees. Clint doesn’t have a chance against him, not when he’s tied up, sleep deprived, hungry, concussed, and any other manner of impaired. He learns to fear and hate Sergei in equal measure.

Sofiya, on the other hand, is unassuming. She speaks softly, dare we say kindly. Clint knows what they’re doing, it’s the oldest trick in the book, but despite himself he can’t help but notice that Sofiya flinches when Sergei shouts, and sometimes sports bruises just like the ones Clint has. What’s more, she patches him up when she thinks Sergei won’t notice, and Clint might be imagining it, but he swears that his meals are slightly bigger when Sofiya brings them. He doesn’t see enough of them to tell if Sergei and Sofiya are lovers, or just colleagues, or siblings, or what, but whichever way you slice it, she’s scared of him, and that’s something she and Clint have in common.

And then the ‘training’ starts.

Well, no, actually. The next thing that happens is two weeks of no beatings or interrogations, two weeks of Sofiya regularly and openly giving him medical attention. Just when Clint thinks that maybe, just maybe he’s caught a break, things go right back to shit, just in a different way this time.

Now, instead of being beaten and left in his cell, Clint is forced to run and jump and spar until he can barely breathe and his legs giving out as he collapses to the ground. And then he does it all again the next day, and the next, and the next, until he barely remembers what it feels like to have muscles that don’t ache and breath that doesn’t hurt to draw.

Clint questions why they’re doing this. He questions everyone he sees, even Sergei, and especially Sofiya. The masked ones, the ones whose faces and names Clint will never know, say nothing. Sergei and Sofiya only have one response for him. “мы делаем тебя лучше” they tell him, “we’re making you better.”

That is, until one night. Sofiya is tending to his wounds again. Today, Clint was forced to spar nonstop, first with the masked, who were defeated with varying difficulty, then with Sergei, who knocked him clean out only after rounds of battery, each punch carrying the weight and hardness like someone was swinging a baseball bat at him.

Sofiya’s voice is imperceptibly soft, more breath than whisper, when she confesses what she’s been holding back this entire time.

The Avengers sold Clint out. They’re tired of his uselessness, tired of working with someone like Clint- someone with no enhancements or special skills. So Tony Stark gave this HYDRA cell the resources they needed to get on their feet, with the understanding that they’d mold Clint into the model agent for them.

Clint doesn’t believe her.

He laughs at her, in fact, because seriously? The Avengers are his friends, his chosen family. They would never.

But, the the thing is…

The thing is-

The Avengers haven’t come for him. It’s been months and they haven’t come to bust Clint out. When Steve was captured, they were going in guns blazing within twenty four hours, but it’s been months and multiple failed escape attempts, and there’s not been any sign that they’re coming, that they even want him back at all.

The thought creeps in slowly…

What if Sofiya was telling the truth?

Clint doesn’t let himself believe that. He can’t believe that, because if he doesn’t have faith in his team, if he doesn’t have faith that a rescue is coming, that he has more life to live beyond these gray walls, then what does he have?

But as the one year mark comes and goes, which Clint only knows about because Sofiya tells him, that hope gets harder and harder to hold onto. His sparring sessions with Sergei have advanced from simple hand to hand brawls to multi-weapons duels, some of which he actually wins, especially since projectiles are added to the mix.

Another new thing, Clint is helping Sofiya plan a coup. Because Sergei might be in charge of this base, of this pocket, but there are still HYDRA cells all over the place. If Sofiya and Clint kill Sergei, and if Sofiya takes the position of leader here, then she could joint up with another pocket, and be the start of a HYDRA revival. That thought should revolt Clint, but the whole Sergei-being-dead part makes that difficult. For the cherry on top, Sofiya has promised that, once Sergei is gone, she’ll set Clint free.

Clint knows it’s bad when he doesn’t immediately dismiss her as a liar, he knows it’s worse when the slim chance to see the sun again makes helping her worth it even if she is.

It’s the eve of the plot. Midnight. Sofiya should be by any minute now with the keys and a gun, and Clint is absolutely giddy. The thought of getting Sergei in his sights and firing into that rat bastard’s forehead is curling his lips up into what he suspects is a rather manic smile. In all his time in captivity, a gun is the one weapon they’ve never trusted him with. Smart of them.

Instead of the soft click of the key in the lock, an alarm begins to blare, emergency lights painting the hallway outside the cell an eerie red, and Clint hears something he never thought he’d hear again.

It’s the rush of the Iron Man suit, and Steve’s voice shouting his name over the sound of gunfire, getting closer, and suddenly, the solid steel door is ripped off its hinges.

And there’s Steve, in all his star spangled glory, and then Tasha’s there too, pulling Clint into a hug-

And it’s all too much. Clint feints into her arms.

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When Clint wakes up, he’s in the quinjet heading back to the Tower. There’s an IV in his arm, and Tasha and Bruce are sitting nearby. They comfort him, tell him they’re glad he’s back. Bruce mentions how Tony and Steve have been working themselves to death trying to find him. Clint glances past them to where Steve is scrubbing explosive residue off of his shield. The bags under the soldier’s eyes are dark, and Clint thinks he believes them.

He believes Tasha and Bruce, not Sofiya.

Because nothing Sofiya told him makes sense now that his team has come for him- only, it does. It makes too much sense, Clint realizes in horror. Because if Sofiya was telling the truth, the fact that it took the team so long makes sense. The fact that they only came for him once he started winning against Sergei more times than not made sense.

But Steve’s eye bags look real, as does Tasha’s soft smile. And this is his team, his family. They wouldn’t.

They wouldn’t, and that’s what Clint chooses to believe.

And even if they did, it doesn’t matter. Because now they want him back, and the Avengers are good and HYDRA is evil, and…

And if the team did that to him, they had a good reason.

And they didn’t anyway, they wouldn’t, so it doesn’t matter.

It doesn’t matter.

The team investigates the base, and Clint finally learns his captors’ real names, Svetlana Ivanova and Anton Makarov. They’re still Sofiya and Sergei in his head.

As the weeks pass by, Clint sees more and more evidence that Tasha and the others were telling the truth. He sees the state of Tony’s lab one day, all the projects pushed to the side, started as a way to take the inventor’s mind off things before being abandoned in favor of the next lead. He catches the way Steve looks at him, as if the captain can’t quite believe what’s he’s seeing, and smiles this warm, buttery smile, like all is right in the world.

One day, Clint stumbles across the monopoly game that he, Sam, and Scott had started back then, the one that had been interrupted by the mission, still sitting untouched in the conference room they’d highjacked after being kicked out of the common room. In the seat Clint had once sat in, instead sits a plushie version of him- a frankly adorable crochet mini-Clint, clad in purple with a quiver of arrows slung over his shoulder. He holds up a note:

‘Come home soon,’ it reads, ‘we saved your seat’.

Next to the plushie, sits a grappling arrow- obviously Tony’s work- along with a small carving of Lucky that Clint recognizes as a product of Tasha’s fine dexterity. A packet of pizzaritos stands out, and a smile glances across Clint’s lips as he realizes that it must be Scott’s. Finally, a novelty bird figure dressed in Clint’s signature purple, one which he remembers fondly Sam mocking him mercilessly over, completes the collection. Behind them all, stands a pencil drawing of the archer in his battle gear, sharp shadows cutting across his jawline, making him look like a hero.

A shrine, that’s what this is. One Clint’s teammates put together for no reason but sentimentality. He doesn’t realize he’s crying until the tear drops dampen his hoodie.

Clint’s doubts should be put to rest. By all indications they are. Still, he, perhaps unconsciously, pushes himself harder and harder during training. He used to strive to keep up with Sam and Tasha, now he keeps his eyes on Steve, always falling short but refusing to accept the supersoldier’s clear advantage- or rather, refusing to accept that fact as an excuse to ever fall short, and each time he does, Sofiya’s words echo in his mind.

Clint doesn’t tell the team about her, about what she told him, what he almost did. What he almost believed. He doesn’t think he’d be able to face them.

Until he gets sick, like really sick.

The high fever muddies his thoughts, mixing past and present and sending panic rushing through his mind.

Because he’s sick, he can’t train, never mind go on missions. And if he can’t train, if he can’t go on missions-

If he can’t make himself useful-

The team is going to give him back to Sergei and dear god he can’t-

He won’t survive-

He won’t stop trying to get out of the medbay bed, Steve has to physically tie him down, which doesn’t help the panic. Restrained, overpowered, confused, in the delirium Clint does the only thing he can.

He begs.

He begs anyone and everyone, promising to be good if they’ll just give him another chance, please, he’ll be so good, he’ll be perfect, he’ll do anything, just please don’t give him back-

And the fever gets worse.

Clint doesn’t remember where he is now, and as horrifying as Clint’s begging has been, this incoherent babbling might be worse. Because one name keeps coming out, Sofiya. Only, the Avengers don’t know of anyone Clint knows names Sofiya, especially with the way he pronounces it with a certain Russian slant. Clint only told them the bare bones of what happened to him, hadn’t even known their names, but Natasha had always suspected that there was more to Clint’s captivity than the man let on. Given the contents of the archer’s previous ramblings, Natasha infers that Sofiya is really Ivanova, and that she was more to Clint than a simple captor.

After two agonizing days of intensive care, the fever finally breaks.

In the aftermath, Clint tells Tasha everything, with tacit permission to fill in the rest of the team. Over the next few days, every single Avenger, but especially Tony and Steve, come to assure him. Tony feels so bad that his name was used, that when Clint finally returns to his quarters, he finds a fully equipped archery and firing range attached to his suite. Natasha, for her part, dives back into the records recovered from the base where Clint was kept. She looks for answers, something she can tell her shaken friend.

This is what she finds:

It was all a trick. All of it. Down to their very names. You see, Ivanova- Sofiya- was the real mastermind behind everything. To start, the name Sofiya was chosen for its softness and popularity across America, while the name Sergei was chosen for its opposite qualities.

Her and Makarov’s plan had been to turn Clint against the Avengers, to get him to join them willingly. Makarov had been cast as the ‘bad cop’ to Ivanova’s sympathetic ‘good cop’, a threat to push Clint towards the only person around who resembled an ally.

But that wasn’t her only scheme.

Because the coup? That was a real plan. Ivanova needed Clint to kill Makarov for her, not only to get rid of the only one standing in her way, but to bond them in this shared conspiracy. To make Clint stay with her, even after the steels doors and chains were gone.

It was evil. It was genius. But something about the technique scratches Natasha’s mind, and a closer look at Ivanova’s photo reveals exactly why. A memory from the red room flickers at the back of her mind, and Natasha sees the face of a young girl she met once age into the Widow who almost brainwashed Clint, almost turned him into a HYDRA agent.

It makes her sick.

Relaying this information to Clint, things finally settle in the archer’s troubled mind. He feels, though he’s been back at the tower for weeks, as though he’s finally come home.

Ho boy that got out of hand lol- but yeah how I got from “isn’t is crazy how there are just normal ass humans on the same battlefield as Thor” to “what if we gave Clint some more trauma, as a treat” I don’t know.

#clint barton #hawkeye #the avengers #marvel #mcu

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