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Route 666 | Supernatural Series Rewrite | Dean Winchester x Reader

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Reader (Eventual)

Warnings: canon violence, canon gore, j e a l o u s y, d e n i a l

Word Count: 4325

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After your conversation with Dean about why you couldn’t lose him, a nagging want was tugging on your heart. 

Dean explained to you that the father of an “old friend” of his was killed last night. Your stomach dropped; knowing exactly what “old friend” meant. 

Sam did, too. “By old friend you mean...?”

“A friend that's not new,” came Dean’s gruff response. His eyes never left the road.

“Oh yeah, thanks,” Sam deadpanned. “So her name's Cassie, huh? You never mentioned her.”

“Didn't I? Yeah, we went out.”

You felt like you could throw up.

“You mean you dated somebody? For more than one night?” Sam commented.

“Am I speaking a language you're not getting here? Dad and I were working a job in Ohio, she was finishing up college. We went out for a coupla weeks,” Dean explained.

Sam pressed further, but you silently begged him to stop. You hoped his mind powers would kick in long enough to read the way your heart was begging for mercy in the backseat. “And...?” 

Dean shrugged. 

“Look, it's terrible about her dad, but it kinda sounds like a standard car accident. I'm not seeing how it fits with what we do. Which by the way, how does she know what we do?”

Dean shifted uncomfortably.

‘He told her.’ You were definitely going to throw up now.

“You told her. You told her the secret! Our big family rule number one. We do what we do and we shut up about it. For a year and a half I do nothing but lie to Jessica, and you go out with this chick in Ohio a couple of times and you tell her everything? Dean!” Sam was getting angrier by the second.

“Yeah, looks like,” Dean grumbled. 

This job would undoubtedly be an incredibly painful one.

***

You saw a beautiful dark-skinned girl arguing with two older men in the newspaper office you and the boys had arrived at. You silently pleaded for it not to be Cassie. She was stunning; nothing but long legs and slender curves. Her dark hair curled tightly, framing her face beautifully. The girl sighed and turned around as the two men walked away from her. She seemed taken aback. “Dean.”

You recognized the fondness in her eyes; it was the same fondness you were beginning to look at Dean with. 

‘Of course, she’s fucking gorgeous. Wouldn’t expect anything else from Dean,’ you thought.

“Hey, Cassie,” Dean grinned. The two stared at each other for a moment before he cleared his throat. “This is my brother, Sam, and this is my friend, (Y/N).”

You tried your best to smile at her; the girl had done nothing wrong. It was Dean you were beginning to get upset with.

“Sorry ‘bout your dad,” Dean said.

“Yeah. Me too,” Cassie muttered.

The two kept staring at each other. 

You cleared your throat awkwardly, and Cassie seemed to snap out of it. “Sorry,” she laughed. “Let’s take this somewhere a bit more… private.”

***

Cassie took you back to her home and brought you a tray of tea and cups. “My mother’s in pretty bad shape. I've been staying with her. I wish she wouldn't go off by herself. She's been so nervous and frightened. She was worried about dad.”

“Why?” Dean asked.

She gracefully poured some tea into a cup. “He was scared. He was seeing things.”

“Like what?”

“He swore he saw an awful-looking black truck following him,” the young woman explained.

“A truck. Who was the driver?” Sam questioned.

Cassie handed cups of tea to each of you. You took one, thanking her as you did so. “He didn't talk about a driver,” she continued. “Just the truck. He said it would appear and disappear. And, in the accident, Dad's car was dented, like it had been slammed into by something big.”

“Now you're sure this dent wasn't there before?”

“He sold cars. Always drove a new one. There wasn't a scratch on that thing. It had rained hard that night. There was mud everywhere. There was a distinct set of muddy tracks leading from dad's car… leading right to the edge, where he went over.” The girl took a second to get her emotions back under control. “One set of tracks. His.”

“The first was a friend of your fathers?” Dean had discarded his cup on a side table. The sight almost made you smile; you knew tea was a bit too fancy for him. 

“Best friend. Clayton Soames. They owned the car dealership together. Same thing. Dent. No Tracks. And the cops said exactly what they said about dad. He 'lost control of his car.' “

“Can you think of any reason why your father and his partner might be targets?”

Cassie shook her head.

“And you think this vanishing truck ran them off the road?” Sam furrowed his eyebrows.

“When you say it aloud like that…” Cassie breathed deeply. “Listen, I'm a little skeptical about this… ghost stuff… or whatever it is you guys are into.”

Dean huffed. “Skeptical. If I remember, I think you said I was nuts.”

‘Uh, oh,’ you thought, beginning to feel uncomfortable.

“That was then.” Cassie and Dean stared at each other again. “I just know that I can't explain what happened up there. So I called you.”

A middle-aged woman entered the room. Cassie rushed to her. “Mom. Where have you been I was so…”

Cassie’s mom forced a smile. “I had no idea you’d invited friends over.”

“Mom, this is Dean, a… friend of mine from.... college. And his brother Sam and friend, (Y/N).”

“Well, I won't interrupt you.” Cassie’s mom went to leave the room.

“Mrs Robinson. We're sorry for your loss. We'd like to talk to you for a minute if you don't mind?” Dean stopped her.

The woman seemed slightly affronted. “I'm really not up for that right now.” She left the room, and Dean and Cassie continued to stare at each other.

***

The next day, Dean informed you of another killing that happened in a field beside the main road. Another one of Cassie’s father’s friends had been murdered. You met the beautiful woman who was bravely berating the mayor for not closing the main road; heavily suggesting there was a racist undertone behind the mayor’s motives. You admired the woman’s bravery, and wished you had those kinds of balls in certain situations. Had the circumstances been different, you probably would have been good friends with her.

You and the boys learned from a friend of the deceased that the town once was home to a family with an incredibly racist history. In fact, the big black truck the victims had described seeing was one that many black men disappeared in back in the 1960s. You and the boys walked away from the men you learned this information from and returned to the Impala.

“Truck,” Dean noted.

“Keeps coming up doesn't it?” Sam added.

“Yeah, kinda like the flying dutchman,” you continued.

“Yeah, that ghost ship, infused with the Captain's evil spirit. It was basically part of him,” the younger Winchester finished.

Dean nodded. “So what if we're dealing with the same thing? You know, a phantom truck, an extension of some bastard's ghost, re-enacting past crimes.”

“The victims have all been black men,” noted Sam.

“I think it's more than that. They all seem connected to Cassie and her family,” Dean suggested.

“Alright, well, you work that angle, go talk to her,” Sam said.

“Yeah, I will.”

Sam stopped his brother before he could get down into the car. “Oh, and you might also wanna mention that other thing.”

‘Stop talking, Sam,’ you mentally pleaded.

“What other thing?” Dean asked.

“The serious, unfinished business?”

The older brother remained silent, and for that, you were thankful.

“Dean, what is going on between you two?” Sam huffed out a laugh.

Dean seemed uncomfortable, as were you. “Alright, so maybe we were a little bit more involved than I said.”

“Really?” you said, unable to help yourself.

“Okay, a lot more. Maybe. And I told her our secret, about what we do. And I shouldn't have.”

“Ah, look man, everybody's gotta open up to someone sometime,” Sam shrugged.

“Yeah, I don't. It was stupid to get that close. I mean, look how it ended.”

The younger brother smiled. 

“Would you stop!”

Sam just kept staring and smiling.

“Blink or something!”

The brunet simply said, “You loved her.”

You nearly choked on your own spit as Dean grumbled and turned to the Impala.

“You were in love with her, but you dumped her.” Sam paused a moment before realizing, “Oh, wow. She dumped you.”

“Get in the car. Get in the car!” Dean ordered you and Sam.

You refused to continue to let Dean have that effect on you. There was no room for feelings in this profession, and you would not let them get in the way of your friendship with Dean or Sam. The former dropped you and his brother off at the motel before speeding away to Cassie’s house. You and Sam decided to get takeout and have a carpet picnic in the brothers’ motel room.

You chowed down on fried rice while Sam eyed you curiously. “What?” you asked through a mouthful of rice.

“Nothing. You just seem off,” he replied.

“I don’t know, honestly. After… everything that’s happened, I—” you couldn’t finish your sentence. “Nevermind. What’s your thoughts on this case?”

He gave you a bitchface at your change in the subject, but went along with it nonetheless. “I think our theory about the flying dutchman’s right. I’m just waiting for Dean to fill in the missing pieces.” He paused before continuing. “Speaking of which, I don’t think he’ll be back for the night? You wanna crash here?”

You smiled. “Sure. Wanna get some cheap tequila and ride the bus?” 

“You’re on,” he grinned back.

The two of you played with your deck of cards for a bit, joking and laughing about previous hunts and memories from Sam’s school days. After getting thoroughly hammered from your card game, you just talked for hours.

“My parents weren’t always… crazy supportive of me,” you explained. “I get your whole thing with college, though.” 

“You do?”

“Yeah,” you responded. “I wanted to go to school as a teenager, actually. Was dead set on it.”

He grinned. “Really?”

“Yeah, but after my parents passed, I decided I’m better at hunting,” you replied, flopping back on the ground. “You’re hella argumentative. You’d be an exceptional lawyer.”

He chuckled at you, slurring his words together. “You really think so?”

“Yeah! Duh!”

“You’re not ever this giddy, (Y/N), how much did we drink?”

The two of you looked over at the mostly empty bottle of tequila before exploding into a fit of giggles. 

“I don’t think I’ve been this drunk ever,” you slurred.

“Yeah, ne meither,” Sam said simply.

You burst out laughing again. “Ne meither?!”

“Oops,” he giggled boyishly.

“Wait, wait, wait. I have a question. You went to school with a full ride, right? How’d you get a full ride and hunt at the same time? That’s fucking crazy.”

He nodded. “Yeah. My dad took me on hunts every once in a while between AP Bio tests.”

“Holy shit, you’re smart.”

He sighed. “Not as smart as you’d think.”

“Cut the humble crap, you’re crazy smart,” you replied, turning to him. “You give me a run for my money sometimes. Trust me, that’s rare.”

He shrugged. “I guess you’re right.”

“Seriously, dude. You gotta be crazy gifted. You’re a great hunter and really smart. That’s a wild combination.”

“Yeah, well, so are you,” Sam replied. 

You grinned, barely holding your eyes open. “Thanks.” You paused a moment. “You ever smoked weed?”

He snorted. “Of course.”

You mock-gasped. “Sammy, never thought you were the type!”

“Pfft, I’m not a total prude, (Y/N).”

“Well, forgive me, you don’t exactly scream ‘I chase my tequila with mary jane,’ “ you jested.

“College, man. Whole new world.”

“What was it like?” you asked.

“Meh,” he squeaked, voice breaking drunkenly. “Lots of studying. Jess was the one who got me into partying a little.”

“Yeahhh, Jess!” you cheered. “She sounds cool as fuck.”

“She was.” He suddenly got sad and sniffed a little.

You crawled over to him. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to bring bad shit up for you.”

He sniffed again and shrugged. “‘S okay, I jus’ miss her.”

“I know.” You laid your head on his shoulder and let him cry as the two of you sat next to each other in silence.

***

The next morning and thoroughly hungover, you and Sam headed to yet another field; where this time, the mayor’s car had been found. And it was in a different location than the main road. Dean met you a short time later once you’d finished talking to a cop on the scene. 

“Where were you last night? You didn't make it back to the hotel,” Sam questioned, although the subtle smirk on his face told you he already knew the answer.

“Well…”

Sam grinned smugly. “I'm guessing you guys worked things out?”

“We'll be working things out when we're ninety. So what happened?”

“We got really drunk,” you muttered.

“What?” Dean looked down at you. 

Sam shook his head. “Every bone crushed. Internal organ's turned to pudding. The cops are all stumped, it's like something ran him over.”

“Something like a truck?” Dean asked.

Sam nodded and explained there had been no tracks. He went on to say that the mayor had bought the property he was murdered on a few weeks ago; which was odd given he was white and found off the main road.

Cassie and Dean were considerably more chummy after their eventful evening, and it made your stomach turn a little. He insisted on being dropped off at the newspaper office Cassie worked at while you and Sam did research on the property the mayor had purchased at the library.

You discovered the mayor’s land was where the Dorian family had lived for over one hundred years. Apparently, their incredibly racist and firebrand son had disappeared just after the string of murders back in the 1960s. Cassie explained how the Dorians owned pretty much everything in the town before Cyrus, their son, disappeared. Weeks after the mayor bought the property, he knocked the house down. The very next day, the first killing started.

***

Amidst your throbbing headache and the research you'd done, you parted ways with the brothers to rest in your motel room. You settled on reorganizing your duffel bag to keep your mind occupied, but it still wandered to Dean and Cassie. You knew you'd been cold to Dean all day, and you just hoped he was too preoccupied with his fling to even notice.

Of course, that was simply wishful thinking. A knock on the door broke you out of your thoughts.

Dean opened the door a moment later and stepped into your room wordlessly. He began to pace a little.

"Are... you okay—?" you started to ask, but he cut you off.

"What's your deal?"

"What?" you pretended to be dumbfounded.

"I caught what you said about getting drunk with Sam last night. Did you... fuck my brother?" he asked, voice teetering on rageful.

"God, no, Winchester," you scoffed. "Not everyone's intentions are sexual 24/7. We literally just played a drinking game and talked."

"Then, what's with your fucking attitude? You've been a bitch to me all day," he replied, shoulders tense.

"Have not, first of all," you began. "Trust me, if I was upset with you, you'd know about it."

"What, then? Is this about Cassie?" he questioned pointedly, staring you down.

"Dean, has it occured to you that not everything has to do with you?" you spat, becoming incredibly defensive. "I'm pissy because I'm hungover. And right now, you are making my headache a thousand times worse."

"Sorry that I was concerned about you, then," he responded flippantly.

"You weren't concerned," you laughed coldly. "You came here looking for a fight. Well, now you've got one. I like Cassie a lot, actually. Different circumstances, we'd be good friends. What I don't like is how unprofessionally you're acting."

"We fucking hunt monsters for a living, (Y/N)," Dean argued. "There's not exactly a code of ethics."

"Well, you should have some desire to conduct yourself in a professional manner. Because your main motivation on every fucking hunt doesn't seem to be hunting, it seems to be getting your dick wet," you berated, even though you knew your words were not reflective of your true thoughts of him.

"Sorry that I'm not a stuck-up bitch like you are," Dean scoffed. "You are completely miserable to be around. You always have something to be angry about. Don't you ever get tired of sucking the life outta everyone?"

You cut your eyes at him harshly, rage boiling under your skin. "Get the fuck out of my room, Winchester," you said evenly.

When he didn't move, it just added to your anger.

"I said get the fuck out!"

***

You and the Winchesters were called to Cassie’s house later that evening when she’d called Dean in a panic about the truck appearing outside of her home. You hated the way Dean sat with his arm protectively around Cassie, especially after your incredibly awkward car ride to her house where he couldn't seem to bare looking at you. He acted like you weren't in the backseat at all.

You handed Cassie a cup of tea, which she took with shaky hands. “Maybe you could throw a couple of shots in that.”

You snorted. “You didn’t see who was driving the truck?”

“It seemed to be no one. Everything was moving so fast. And then it was just gone. Why didn't it kill us?” Cassie questioned.

“Whoever was controlling the truck wants you afraid first,” Dean grumbled. 

Sam turned to Cassie’s mother. “Mrs Robinson, Cassie said that your husband saw the truck before he died.”

The older woman was shaking, pulled away from reality into her own thoughts. When her daughter’s voice brought her back to earth, Mrs. Robinson began to explain. “Oh. Martin was under a lot of stress. You can't be sure about what he was seeing.”

“Well, after tonight I think we can be reasonably sure he was seeing a truck. What happened tonight, you and Cassie are marked. Okay? Your daughter could die.” You knew Dean cared about her, and selfishly, you wanted him to be that worried about you; not her. “So if you know something, now would be a really good time to tell us about it.”

Cassie went to silence Dean, but Mrs. Robinson took in a shaky breath. “Yes. Yes, he said he saw a truck.”

“Did he know who it belonged to?” you asked her.

“He thought he did,” she nodded. She began to get upset. “Cyrus. A man named Cyrus.”

“Cyrus Dorian?” you questioned.

“Cyrus Dorian died more than 40 years ago.”

Now, you had her. “The paper said he went missing, Mrs. Robinson. How do you know he died?”

She refused to answer.

“Mrs. Robinson, please,” you urged.

She began to talk again, getting visibly more upset. “We were all very young. I dated Cyrus a while; I was also seeing Martin. In secret of course. Interracial couples didn't go over too well back then. When I broke it off with Cyrus, and when he found out about Martin, I don't know, he… changed. His hatred. His hatred was frightening.”

“The murders,” Sam noted.

You saw tears forming at the edges of the woman’s eyes. “There were rumors. People of color disappearing into some kind of a truck. Nothing was ever done. Martin and a... Martin and I, we were gonna be, uh, married in that little church near here, but last minute we decided to elope as we didn't want the attention.”

“And Cyrus?” Dean prompted.

“The day we set for the wedding, was the day someone set fire to the church. There was a children's choir practicing in there. They all died.” Mrs. Robinson clapped a hand over her mouth and shut her eyes.

“Did the attacks stop after that?” Sam asked softly.

She shook her head as she continued to sob. “No! There was one more. One night, that truck came for Martin. Cyrus beat him something terrible. But Martin, you see, Martin got loose. And he started hitting Cyrus and he just kept hitting him and hitting him.”

“Why didn't you call the cops?” Dean questioned.

Mrs. Robinson looked at Dean like he was crazy. “This was forty years ago. He called on his friends, Clayton Soames and Jimmy Anderson, and they put Cyrus' body into the truck, and they rolled it into the swamp at the end of his land, and all three of them kept that secret all of these years.”

“And now all three are gone,” Sam said.

“And so is Mayor Todd. Now, he said that you of all people would know he is not a racist. Why would he say that?” Dean asked.

“He was a good man. He was a young deputy back then investigating Cyrus' disappearance. Once he figured out what Martin and the others had done he— he did nothing, because he also knew what Cyrus had done.”

Cassie spoke up for the first time in a while. “Why didn't you tell me?”

“I thought I was protecting them. And now there's no one left to protect.” She put her head down in her hands.

“Yes, there is,” Dean said, looking down at Cassie. Mrs. Robinson looked at her daughter as well before breaking down crying once more.

You and Sam left the home shortly after to get to work on finding the truck and disposing of it. Dean paced in front of you, waiting for Cassie to come bid you goodbye. You leaned against the Impala, picking at imaginary dirt under your nails. You just needed something to focus on that wasn’t Dean and your jealousy.

“Ah, my life was so simple. Just school, exams, papers on polycentric cultural norms,” Sam spoke up next to you.

“So I guess we saved you from a boring existence,” Dean smirked.

“Yeah, occasionally I miss boring,” he grinned down at you.

“So, this killer truck—” Dean began before getting cut off by his brother.

“I miss conversations that didn't start with 'this killer truck'.”

Dean laughed a little. “Well, this Cyrus guy. Evil on a level that infected even his truck. When he died, the swamp became his tomb, and his spirit was dormant for forty years.”

“So what woke it up?” Sam questioned.

“The construction on his house,” you shrugged. “Or, rather, destruction.”

“Right. Demolition or remodeling can awaken spirits, make them restless.”

Dean hummed. “And the guy that tore down the family homestead, Harold Todd, is the same guy that kept Cyrus' murder quiet and unsolved.”

“So now his spirit is awakened and out for blood,” Sam nodded.

“Yeah, I guess. Who knows what ghosts are thinking anyway.”

“You know we're going to have to dredge that body up from the swamp, right?"

Dean grinned, and you smirked despite the swirling emotions inside you. You hated how easily those green eyes and freckles could make any negative feelings you had dissipate.

“Man,” Sam groaned.

“You said it,” Dean continued to grin. 

Cassie approached your group from her house, and Dean turned to face her.

“Hey. She's asleep. Now what?” she asked Dean.

“Well, you should stay put and look after her, and we'll be back. Don't leave the house.” Dean held up a finger at her, standing way too close to her for your liking.

“Don't go getting all authoritative on me. I hate it,” she said seductively.

Dean glanced behind himself to you and Sam. You both averted your eyes while you held back the bile rising in your throat.

“Don't leave the house, please?” Dean mumbled. Suddenly, the two were kissing. You looked up at them and leaned over to Sam.

“It’s like watching a car crash,” you whispered. “With, like, kids burning in the backseat.”

Sam laughed at you and cleared his throat. Dean simply held up a finger back to you, urging you to “wait a minute.”

“You comin' or what?” Dean awkwardly rubbed his neck after he pulled away from Cassie, and you envied her ability to make Dean blush the way she had.

The drive to the Dorian property largely consisted of Sam teasing Dean about Cassie while you said nothing. Dean used a tractor that was on the property from the construction to pull the submerged truck out of the water.

Sam continued to tease Dean about how he was definitely still in love with Cassie while you continued to focus on your work. You doused the corpse in Cyrus’s truck once you’d gotten it on the ground with kerosene and watched as it burned.

“All business tonight, huh, (Y/N)?” Dean taunted, still clearly upset with you.

“You’ll have to forgive me, I’m not particularly interested in who or what you choose to put your dick in,” you responded coldly.

“Hey!—” 

You turned to him, eyes hard. “Seriously. Let’s focus, please.”

Sam eyed you curiously while you continued to watch the corpse burn. Suddenly, the truck appeared behind you and the brothers, revving its engine.

“So burning the body had no effect on that thing?” Sam questioned, panicked.

“I guess not,” you shrugged.

“Sure it did. Now it's really pissed,” Dean snarked.

“Great! He’s fused with the fucking truck,” you huffed. “Where are you going?” Dean was retreating to his car.

“Goin' for a little ride,” he responded.

“What?!”

“Gonna lead that thing away. That busted piece of crap: you gotta burn it.”

“How the fuck are we supposed to burn a truck, Dean?” you argued.

“I don't know. Figure something out.” He threw the duffel bag in the trunk at you before getting in and taking off.

“What the f—” you watched his retreating form.

“You sure you’re okay, (Y/N/N)?” Sam asked you. “You seem pretty on edge.”

“Yeah, I’m fine, dude, let’s focus.” You thought for a moment before getting an idea. 

“Hey, you gotta give me a minute,” Sam said to his brother who had called him. “Let me get back to you.” He hung up.

You turned to Sam. “The church where Cyrus butchered those kids.”

He grinned. “Hallowed ground. That should work!” He called Cassie and had her tell him where the church had once stood.

Sam then called his panicking brother back and instructed him on exactly how far to drive to hopefully demolish the ghost. “Dean. You still there? Dean?”

He breathed a sigh of relief when his brother spoke to him again. “Dean, you're where the church was. The place Cyrus burned down. Murdered all those kids. Church ground is hallowed ground; whether the church is still there or not. Evil spirits cross over hallowed ground, sometimes they're destroyed, so we figured, maybe that would get rid of it.”

Even though he wasn’t on speaker, you could hear Dean’s panic. “Maybe? Maybe! What if you were wrong?”

Sam smirked. “Huh. Honestly that thought hadn't occurred to me.”

***

You didn't make it back to the motel until almost two in the morning. Dean was still completely ignoring your existence, and he was beginning to follow Sam into their room. You stopped him just before he could.

"Dean, wait," you called out after him, resolve breaking.

"What," he almost growled, turning back to you.

"Can we talk?" you asked, eyes pleading.

Dean didn't say anything in response for a moment, and you held your breath while you waited for him to talk. Finally, he nodded slightly.

"I'm sorry," you said earnestly. "For everything that I said earlier."

He nodded. "I am, too. You're not completely misreable to be around. Only sometimes when you get bitchy." You could see the slight smirk on his face illuminated by the moonlight.

You rolled your eyes with a small smile. "You can never take anhthing seriously, huh?"

"Hey, this is a chick-flick-moment-free zone."

"Seriously," you laughed, "I didn't mean what I said at all. You're... actually amazing. As a hunter, I mean," you quickly corrected yourself. "I know your first priority on hunts isn't sex."

Dean rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly. "Eh, you weren't one-hundred-percent wrong. Sorry about that."

You shrugged. "Makes no difference to me. Who or what you choose to fornicate with is your business. Even if it is the Magic Fingers machines at those nasty ass motels." A smile tugged on your lips.

He chuckled. "Well, anyway... goodnight, sweetheart." Dean turned on his heel and walked away from you, leaving you in the parking lot with a pounding heart and butterfly-filled stomach.

***

The next day, you and the brothers were leaving town. You and Sam waited in the car while Dean stood talking to Cassie. You, once again, couldn’t tear your eyes away from the horror show in front of you. He kissed her deeply before climbing down into the car. You had never been so thankful to leave a town in your rearview mirror.

The car had been mostly silent for the last thirty minutes before Sam broke it. “I like her.”

Dean grumbled, “Yeah,” in response.

“You meet someone like her, doesn't it makes you wonder if it's worth it? Putting everything else on hold, doing what we do?”

You watched Dean with bated breath, waiting anxiously for his answer. Instead of replying, he just took out his sunglasses and smiled. “Why don't you wake me up when it's my turn to drive?” He slouched against the window and sighed.

You shook your head and looked back out of your window, mulling over everything you’d felt during your time in Columbus. You knew feelings were not allowed in your line of work; certainly not relationships. You refused to let them interfere with your job any longer, and convinced yourself you would be perfectly content with Dean just being your friend.

After all, you'd already made it incredibly apparent that he was too much of a playboy for you. You would never be able to stomach a relationship with him because of how jealous of a person you were. And so, you decided that as long as you were with the boys, you would never, ever date Dean Winchester.

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hallo! Could I request Comfort prompt 11 for Bruce Wayne? Your writing always makes me smile.(except when it supposed to make me sad, but I like that too)

Thank you!! Posted from mobile, so sorry for any mistakes!

Warnings: None; this is pure fluff

The office was empty and quiet, and had been for a while. You waved your hand periodically to trigger the motion sensor of the fluorescent lights when they winked out on you. It was late, and you had already been there far longer than you meant to be. You sighed, weary, leaning back against your desk and propping your chin up on your hand. Your eyes were beginning to cross; you felt like you'd read the presentation slides a hundred times, but they didn't feel finished.

You groaned as the lights winked off again, but before you could move, they suddenly flickered back to life. You frowned, and then--

"Do you have any idea what time it is?"

You screeched at the sound of Bruce's voice, whirling around in your office chair. He bit the inside of his cheek and raised a penitent hand, clearly fighting the urge to laugh. You huffed in annoyance, pressing your palm over your pounding heart as you settled back down in your chair.

"Don't...Do that."

"I'm sorry," Bruce apologized, walking closer.

"And I know exactly what time it is, thank you."

"What's got you here so late?"

"Proofing the slides for tomorrow."

"Still?"

"I don't think they're ready."

Bruce sighed softly, pulling a chair from another desk up beside yours.

"Here. I'll trade you."

Your brow furrowed in confusion before you broke into a smile at the sight of a bag of takeout.

"Oh, Brucey," You cooed, "You do like me."

He snorted, reaching out and picking up the laptop.

"I'll give these a look while you eat."

You leaned over, pecking his cheek before opening the bag--the hot aluminum dish, wrapped hunk of bread, and a smaller dish with a side salad. Your stomach growled as the scent filled your nose. You popped open the lid, stabbing your little plastic fork into the piping hot baked ziti. You pushed it around a little to let the heat out before glancing guardedly toward Bruce. He had a solid poker face: eyes darting from side to side as he read, brow drawn slightly, lips pursed...Until they moved:

"...Stop staring and eat your dinner."

"I can eat and stare."

"You can, but you aren't."

"The pasta's hot. I'm letting it cool."

Bruce cut you an unimpressed glance, but his lips twitched with a smile.

"Anything?" You asked, nodding toward the laptop.

"I've had time to read one slide. One."

"And?"

"It was perfect." He nodded toward the dish again. "Eat."

You took an obliging bite, groaning softly at the taste.

"There's water in the bag, too."

"I freaking love you," You mumbled around the mouthful, fishing into the plastic bag for the cold bottle. Bruce huffed a soft laugh through his nose, murmuring, "Love you, too, honey."

"How'd you know I'd still be here?"

"Lucky guess. You get singleminded when you're worried about work."

"I think singleminded is a bit strong."

"You're in the office at 11:30 on a Tuesday night, proofing slides that I'm positive are perfect. That is the definition of singleminded."

"I'm committed to my job, I like my job."

"I'm not knocking it, honey," Bruce soothed, smoothing his hand over your knee. "I just want to make sure you're taking care of yourself as well as you take care of your work."

"Mm, but if I take care of myself, what'll you do all day?"

Bruce laughed, raising his hand and gently tweaking your nose.

"I'd have time to learn to play polo."

"You want to play polo?"

"Alfred suggested it." He chucked you gently under the chin before beginning to turn back to your laptop.

You leaned in before he could get too far, pecking his lips gently. Bruce smiled, chasing your lips for one more kiss before refocusing. You watched the mask of concentration fall over his face again, and you couldn't help but smile.

"Eat."

"You're so cute when you concentrate."

"I am not cute."

"Bruce Wayne is a cutie patootie."

"If you call me cute one more time, I will put typos in these slides."

[dontfindmerain]

hotel room

summary: about 800 words, short little drabble on the one bed trope with wilbur. Wilbur and reader are very close friends. for the lovely @toiletwipes <3

not proof read sns

a/n: sorry if the formatting is weird, I wrote this at work on mobile :')

Wilbur was an idiot. Plain and simple. An absolute fool. What other explanation could there be for this situation he had put you both in?

Wilbur had been the one to suggest booking a hotel room instead of driving a few hours back to your american friend's apartment. He found a nice enough place and all for a pretty good price. He only made one mistake.

There was only one damn bed. Even worse, it was just a tad too small for you to both fit comfortably without being rather close.

"Wilbur, what the hell are we going to do now?" you laughed at him, his face was proper flushed, muttering something about how he was tired when he booked the room.

"I didn't think to check, I had assumed there would be two beds," he glared at you as you continued to giggle, "It's not that funny darling, if you keep laughing I might just make you sleep on the floor." You stopped and gaped at him.

"Uh-uh, nope, you fucked up, you're sleeping on the floor. It's either that or we'll have to share it.." you trailed off as your face heated at the thought.

It's not like it would be the end of the world. Only it was. As much as you hated to admit it, you liked Wilbur a lot. Much more than the friendship you currently shared. Wilbur didn't need to know that, though. Him and his stupidly cute face..

He smirked at you and teased, "Oh yeah? I'm sure you'd like that a lot, wouldn't you, sweetheart?" He stepped closer to you, and your eyes focused on the ground, finding it very interesting at this moment.

His hand lifted your chin up to face him before leaning in to whisper in your ear, "Go on darling, use your words."

Your face became impossibly flushed, stuttering while attempting to find the right thing to say. Wilbur had always been flirty with you, but this seemed different. He stepped back, laughing and shaking his head.

"I'm just teasing you, my love, I'll sleep on the floor since it was me who-"

"No, we can share. It's fine," you cut him off speaking quickly. You covered your mouth as soon as the words escaped. Shit. There is no way you just said that out loud.

He smiled at you a little confused, "Alright then, whatever you like. I'll take the bags while you get changed, yeah?"

Your mind was racing, but you managed a nod, grabbing a large t-shirt and some rather short shorts. After practically running to the bathroom and changing, you headed back over to Wilbur.

He had already gotten ready for bed and was scrolling through his phone, waiting for you to join him. You cautiously slid into bed beside him, trying to give him enough room, but barely having any yourself.

"Seriously, love?" Wilbur chuckled, motioning for you to come closer, "Come here, you're going to fall." You obliged, scooting next to him and getting comfortable as he wraps his arms around you. You were blushing intensely, his scent enveloping you. He tangled his legs with yours so that neither of you were hanging off the edge and brought you even closer to him.

If that wasn't enough to make you flustered, what he did next definitely was.

He squeezed you gently and pressed a kiss onto your forehead, nuzzling into the crook of your neck. He chuckled when your breath hitched, knowing the effect he had on you.

"Darling, if I didn't know any better, I'd say you might have a fever from how warm you're getting," he spoke lowly, teasing again, "Would you like to explain yourself?"

Once again, you were at a loss for words, as if he had stolen them from you. The butterflies in your stomach were going crazy as he pulled back to look at you again.

"Hmm, struggling, are we? Gods, you're adorable, you know that?" He smiled, glancing down at your lips.

Somehow, that snapped you out of your speechless state. "I am not adorable! I am a menace to society! How dare you even sugg-"

He cut off your ramble with a kiss, cautious at first and then confident when you kissed him back. His hands traveled from your back down to your hips and squeezing. You gasped, mouth opening and he took the opportunity to explore you further.

When you finally pulled back for air, looking up at him, his pupils were blown wide, face red and lips swollen. He smiled so big his eyes crinkled at the corners. "Do you know how long I've wanted to do that, my love?"

"Yeah? I dont know, maybe you should kiss me again just so I can be sure," you smiled back at him, closing the short distance between the two of you once more.

You guessed it was safe to say he liked you back. He was still an idiot, no doubt. But he was your idiot.

[krscblw]

ghoul perfume associations!

i am very into ghost. and i am also very into indie perfumes! so i decided to combine the two and make a list of my scent associations for each of the ghouls, as well as a few indie fragrances that fit them (in my opinion! if y'all have other thoughts i would LOVE to hear them /gen)

i also included all of the perfumes i found that had the same names as the ghouls, even if i didn't think the scent profile worked, and bonus atmospherics that i think are more naturally ghoul-ish and worked well for the various elements!

warning: this is an obscenely long post. i have too many thoughts.

another warning: because this post is so long, some of the text might get cut off on mobile. it should be okay on desktop if that happens (i don't know how to fix it, sorry)

Aeon

Notes: chocolate, linen, lavender. Aeon smells very gentle and pleasant, but not necessarily sweet. He smells like things that he himself finds comfort in.

Perfumes:

Chocolatine -- Fyrinnae

“Also known as Pain au Chocolat, these flaky croissant-like pastries are filled with pieces of dark or semi-sweet chocolate. This is not a very sweet fragrance.”

TELEGRAMA – Imaginary Authors  

talc, lavender absolute, black pepper, teak, amyris, vanilla powder, fresh linens

Bonus:

Phantom -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab 

Aether

Notes: bourbon, amber, vanilla. Aether smells sophisticated, but with a warm, golden edge. He smells like comfort, like unconditional love- but also a little bit like sex.

Perfumes:

Quintessence of Debauchery -- Alkemia Perfumes

“A distillation of raw, bawdy sexiness without regard for gender - Bourbon vanilla, tonka, dark florals, peach brandy, coriander, mock orange, spiced pumpkin, fresh ginger root, rock rose, long leaf tobacco, black opium infused amber, patchouli, oakmoss, and cruelty-free (vegan) castoreum.”

Morosexual -- Treading Water Perfume  

“Morosexual - The sexual attraction to stupid people. Treat yourself and read your partner at the same time with a scent that is as classy as it is stupid. The earthy combo of vanilla, fresh tobacco and star anise combine with spicy nutmeg to create a warm soft blanket to dull the mind.”

tobacco, vanilla, patchouli, jasmine, star anise, nutmeg

Alpha

Notes: leather, smoke, gunpowder. Alpha smells.. off-putting, to most people. He has an intense personality, and it's reflected in his scent.

Perfumes:

Industrial Sabotage -- Alkemia Perfumes

“A cataclysmic wreckage of burnt wires; twisted melted steel; shattered machinery, and gunpowder.”

Night Shift -- PULP Fragrance  

“Black frankincense, engine grease from a long late shift, smoke, ash, blackened wood, and a hint of leather.”

Cirrus

Notes: dark fruits, musk. Cirrus smells sophisticated in a dark, sensual way. She smells.. hypnotic, almost. She smells like you want her, but she doesn't even know you exist.

Perfumes:

Venus Black -- Possets 

“A grand and very very sensual scent. Black in the most sophisticated way. Considered one of the colors, its working name was Mars' Black but it is so wonderfully feminine that there is no way that it could be named after the god of war, it should be named after the goddess of love. The Blackest musk flirts with a float of black pepper, a shot of dark sweet pear, and the smallest amount of sage and non-stinky narcissus for tingle. One not to be missed. Dry, musky, spicy.”

(i have this one. it's VERY attractive (i had to stop wearing it because i was confusing myself lmao) and now that i associate it with cirrus. i might have a problem)

Salomé -- Alkemia Perfumes 

“An overture of not so innocent magnolia underscored with a sly caress of Queen of the Night, a fulsomeness of nubile black grapes and plums, skin musk bathed in spilled cognac, and ruthless twist of bitter orange, blended with an ancient Arabian love philtre of crushed vanilla and tonka bean, sandalwood, vetiver, cedar, and red oud.”

Bonus: 

Cirrus -- Osmofolia 

Cumulus

Notes: lilac, magnolia, jasmine, sugar. Cumulus smells sweet and cloying. You smell her once and the scent haunts you all day like the most enchanting ghost.

Perfumes:

Alabama -- Possets

“Floral perfume lovers rejoice! This one is the essence of a hot sticky Southern night at the height of passion with the one you love. What a treat! Alabama weaves pink fizzy mimosa, thick white magnolia, canebrake jasmine, Mexican tuberose, and Martinique gardenia. The effect is eternally woman, unabashedly sexy, and in command. These are all knit together with precious Sacred Frankincense to concoct a bombshell of a fragrance, deep white floral with deep incense leanings. A hypnotic fragrance. So very sweet, so very profound. Feminine, floral, devastating.”

Sweet Mother -- Little And Grim  

“‘Sweet mother, I cannot weave --/ slender Aphrodite has overcome me/ with longing for a girl.’ -Sappho. Notes of lush moss, blooming lilac, French lavender, rose, jasmine, mandarin and lemon zest, warm musk, and lily of the valley.”

Bonus:

Cumulus -- Osmofolia 

Skiing On Europa -- Fyrinnae 

“The atmosphere of a distant moon, not as habitable for mammals as Earth, the thin air reminiscent of high mountain elevations before snowfall. Cold, and ozonic like petrichor.”

Dewdrop

Notes: berries, smoke, wood. Dew smells like resinous woodsmoke, with an unexpected berry undertone. (Just like his personality: brash outside, sweet inside.)

Perfumes:

Ignis -- PULP Fragrance

“Raspberries, fresh ginger, smoky aloeswood, pale blond tobacco leaves & fiery red musk.”

A CITY ON FIRE – Imaginary Authors

“The refined smoke accord makes this an austere and luxurious scent for evenings on the town, whether with a special someone or alone and looking for trouble.”

cade oil, spikenard, cardamom, clearwood, dark berries, labdanum, burnt match

Bonus: 

The Center of the Universe -- Alkemia Perfumes   

“The center of our universe is raspberries and rum? In a vast dust cloud at the center of the Milky Way there is an abundance of ethyl formate, a simple aliphatic ester found in the smell of rum and raspberries. To these elements, we've added notes from astronauts' descriptions of the smell of their suits when they return from space walks - freshly welded metal, gun powder, seared steak in an iron pan, burnt almond cookies, charcoal, and ozone.”

Ifrit

Notes: black tea, incense. Ifrit smells heavy and dark in a way that makes you want more. Very mysterious, even though his personality doesn't really match.

Perfumes:

Black Tea -- Possets 

“The most dark and the most tannic of teas. Somehow that puckery quality becomes addictive. Just right for a seductive night deep in July or August where humidity makes itself into a sexy accessory. Not subtle but very alluring. Pure and beautiful, incense floats over it all and the effect is so much like the vapor lines of a mirage. Tea-like but not sweet.”

(this is one of my favorite fragrances EVER, i wear it like every day)

O, UNKNOWN! – Imaginary Authors 

“At the risk of sounding bleak, this night could be your last. Splash on O, Unknown! and plunge forth into prosperity and joy. Repeat as often as you are able.”

black tea, lapsang souchong tincture, orris butter, kyoto moss, musk balsam, sandalwood

Bonus:

The Ifrit -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab 

Mist

Notes: water, herbs. Mist smells aquatic and green, like spring rain or a pond full of plants. There's an icy, aloof edge to her scent.

Perfumes:

Taste of Rain -- Alkemia Perfumes 

“A primordially vernal chypre consecrated by silver rain, green ivy, holy basil, lilacs, moss, and wisteria.”

Diaphanous Dress -- Possets 

“If the lovely Primavera would wear a gown, she might be dressed in a garment made of snow crystals and flowers. Even into April, spring can get cold even while the flowers we all love press upward. Spring displays irony in her variability. Deepest and richest Mexican vanilla troupes bravely with the chill aquatic of snow falling in heavy doses and melting almost on contact. A tuft of chlorophyll is in the background and a hint of the flowers it all overtakes for just a while. This is an enchanting fragrance, a hypnotic springtime blend which is more about the atmosphere than the real flowers themselves.”

Bonus: 

Ammil -- Alkemia Perfumes 

“An olfactory journey that morphs like melting ice... starting cold and aloof with distinct elements of wet snow and ice then gradually unfolding to reveal an indescribably unique velvety skin warmth.”

Mountain

Notes: vetiver, greenery, earth, mushrooms. Mountain smells very green and earthy, almost like he was recently underground, or maybe like he spent all day tending to a fragrant garden (he did).

Perfumes:

Hedale Wood -- Little And Grim

“This fragrance is dark and a bit mysterious, while staying green enough to be worn without smelling too villainous.”

vetiver, cedar trees, bergamot, dense foliage, coriander, musk, sandalwood, frankincense, a touch of lavender, amber

Heirloom Tomato Leaf -- Fyrinnae

“Rows of tomato plants on a humid day, their unmistakable heavy green fragrance filling the air and clinging to your hands as you touch the leaves. This is not a solitary note perfume, but includes significant notes of damp soil and humid air.”

Bonus:

Beneath The Forest -- Fyrinnae  

“Beneath the trees, where scant sunlight ever reaches and few green plants grow, mushrooms (and decay) flourish in the ever-damp soil, surrounded by darkness. Step carefully, there could be traps.”

Nimbus*

Notes: peach, rose, wood. Nimbus smells sweet and slightly earthy, with an overwhelming ripe peach heart and a floral edge. Very pretty, very cheerful, but not childish.

Perfumes:

South Star -- PULP Fragrance 

“Sweet creamy peach, vanilla beans, liatrix, & a woody-ambrette accord, all topped off with a hint of cinnamon.”

Someone Tell Lady Luck -- Little And Grim 

lemongrass, bright fresh ginger, verbena, sweet peaches, bamboo, and clean rain on city streets

Bonus: 

Aurora -- Alkemia Perfumes 

Armenian Rose -- Fyrinnae 

“The fragrance of dark red rose petals and sweeter pink roses with the earthy scent of native lilies.”

*i headcanon nimbus as a earth/air multi

Omega

Notes: wood, amber, tobacco. Omega smells warm, but not quite comforting. He smells like he knows more than you (he does) and like he's a little bit disappointed in you (he might be). He smells like he COULD be comforting, if you managed to earn his approval.

Perfumes:

Bibliotheca -- Alkemia Perfumes

“A vintage elegance of leatherbound books, plush club chairs, vintage vinyl records, polished mahogany tables, fountain pen ink, black tea, dark plum brandy, vetiver, rosewood, artemesia, white carnation, lavender water, citron, tweedy woolens, and oakmoss.”

(i have this one! it's surprisingly woody)

Bronze and Blaze -- Alkemia Perfumes

“Autumnal bronze amber aged with cognac barrel staves, red oak leaves, Perique pipe tobacco, raw wool, ripe pumpkin, opoponax (sweet myrrh), and soft suede gloves warmed by a creamy steamy cup of Bourbon vanilla coffee.”

Rain

Notes: seawater, ozone. Rain smells like the ocean, or more accurately, like a siren that wants to lure you out to sea and kill you. Wet, a little bit green, sweet and salty.

Perfumes:

Mermaids in the Basement -- Alkemia Perfumes

“A siren song of seawater soaked linen, aquatic incense, white ginger, pomelo, limoncello, dry moss, clary sage, cactus flower, prickly pear, loquat, fir resin, cedar needles, mesquite pods, Hinoki wood, Guaiac wood, and Elemi resin.”

EVERY STORM A SERENADE – Imaginary Authors 

danish spruce, eucalyptus, vetiver, calone, ambergris, baltic sea mist

Bonus:

Black Squall -- Fyrinnae 

“Open waters of the deepest blue, eerily calm before the looming arcus cloud in the distance bears down, revealing the wrath of the storm behind it. There was little left to do now but watch and wait. Cold and clean-smelling seawater, ozonic air, now and then a little olive oil from the lamps.”

Sunshine/Stratus**

Notes: strawberries, citrus, vanilla, spices. Sunny smells like summer. She smells like ripe fruit, sweet cold drinks, and sun, with a little bit of unexpected spice.

Perfumes:

Strawberry Lemonade -- PULP Fragrance 

“Fresh strawberries, lemonade, and a bowl of strawberry-vanilla ice cream.”

Lola -- Alkemia Perfumes 

“A dramatic splash of Coca-cola trailed by an adoration of blood orange, pink peppercorns, caviar lime, orange blossom, tonka, spicy nutmeg dancing sinuously across a base of warm Brazilian cherrywood.”

Bonus:

Stratus -- Osmofolia 

Prairie 66 -- Alkemia Perfumes 

“The smell of an old cement-paved road in the desert just before dawn when the cement is cold and almost, but not quite damp. Flowering desert sage, aldehydes, grapefruit, Linden blossoms, bergamot, saffron, gray amber, yucca, yuzu, and cool concrete. ”

**i headcanon sunny as a fire/air multi

Swiss***

Notes: smoke, musk, patchouli. Swiss smells dark but welcoming, unpredictable but attractive. He smells the way velvet feels: sweet, smoky, decadent.

Perfumes:

Smoke & Mirrors -- Alkemia Perfumes

“An elusive, smokey blend of burning wood, Madagascar Vanilla, and Tonka. We find this one to be elementally simple, but unusually mercurial and highly responsive to different skin chemistries… the vanilla and the smoke dance with each other almost continuously… sometimes the foreground is smoky, then sweet, then returns with sweetly smoky, then smoky.”

Allen Ginsberg - Howl -- Possets  

“Possets' interpretation of Howl is unabashedly sexy, driven mad by welling passions. Black, red and amber musks wrestle furiously with sandalwood and opium tar resin. There is nothing light or gentle about this scent. A burning incense backs it up, black patchouli stands in the forefront. Dark, musky, resinous. Tremendously savage, dark and sweet like molasses rather than sugar. ...and yet, there is something innocent about it all.”

(i have howl and it's SO good and so perfect for swiss)

***i headcanon swiss as a fire/water multi

Zephyr

Notes: dust, ozone. Zephyr smells like the air where something once was, or maybe where something is and has been too long. Dusty, faintly sweet, slightly melancholic.

Perfumes:

Dustsceawung -- Alkemia Perfumes

“The scent of forbidden explorations and an olfactory meditation on dust... attic air, the inside of old trunks, abandoned haylofts, library stacks, and abandoned buildings. Dustsceawung is the contemplation of dust, worldly desires, and the ephemerality of all things... raspings that were once a tree, ruins that were once cities, bones that were once lovers. Dust is always the ultimate destination on our journey.”

 Hauntology -- PULP Fragrance 

“Ozone, olibanum, the air in a closed up kitchen cupboard that might once have held raisins and dried apricots, ambergris, burled briarwood, & the lost futures of a home abandoned.”

Bonus:

Zephyr -- Black Phoenix Alchemy Lab

if you made it to the end of this i admire your dedication. and i would love to hear what you think!

[sanchoi21]

Inner Demons

Toji Fushiguro x reader

Warning: This work contains a lot of jealousy towards Toji's first wife and mentions of smut. So do not proceed if uncomfortable.

Being jealous was an under statement when you were here burning with jealousy when you saw the photo in which Toji was sweetly smiling at his wife on the day of his wedding. You were miserable as he never showed that smile of his towards you. Sometimes you just wanted to forget about everything, about him having a past without you or the very existence of the sign of their love, Megumi, whom you had come to love so much. You just wanted to be Toji's everything, his one and only, the one who's surname he might take, the one to make him smile, the one to make him cry and to take his virginity. You were truly shameless to have such thoughts, he might kill you once he gets to know that you still can't accept his past and despised his previous wife, wishing it was you he was married to. But unfortunately you were just a second, a replacement to his real soulmate, that's what you always felt after being in this marriage and the noisy neighbours never once allowed you to remove such thoughts out of your head. Your inner demons had consumed you whole.

So one day you decided to write this distorted thoughts of yours into a diary, instead of bottling them up in your mind. You kept the diary in a safety locker and locked it while the key would always be in your mobile cover. You made sure that none of Fushiguros saw it, or it's the end of everything. Since that day, you were atleast a bit more stable, being able to went your cruel thoughts into the diary.

These days you were quitter than usual, and Toji as well as Megumi noticed that. Both of them were a men of few words, and didn't know how to express their affection as they were always on the receiving end, but that didn't mean they didn't care. They cared alot about you and did small small things to make you happy, but your smile didn't reached your eyes these days. So today Toji decided to ask you what's the matter. When he gently opened your room's door, he saw you writing something in a diary, he got curious to what it could be, but as you noticed his presence you quickly shut the diary and shoved it inside the locker and turned to face him.

Toji: Y/n.. Sorry for disturbing you. But I just came to check on you. Are you fine?? And I am curious, what were you writing??

Y/n: I am fine, you don't need to worry or check on me and I was just making my to do list for tomorrow, that's all.

Toji: O-oh ok!! Rest well then.

He said and left the room closing the door behind him, you sighed heavily once he was gone, as you had somehow managed to answer without stammering. But little did you know that Toji heard your heavy sigh and saw you keeping the key into your mobile cover. Tonight when you will sleep, he was definitely going to find out what was in that diary and what made you act that way. He was pretty much sure that the reason behind your behavior these days was hidden in that diary.

As the night fell and you were fast asleep in your room, Toji silently entered your room. Being an assassin he was an expert in trespassing without anyone knowing. He took your mobile and removed the key and opened the drawer. He took your diary and slowly came back to his room to read it. Once he opened the first page he was shocked to see it was filled with scribbles and many words some of them included, "I hate myself for feeling such way but I can't help it." As he kept flipping the pages he became more and more shocked, as hot tears stinged his eyes threatening to flow down his cheeks. He had no clue you felt this way. He thought he gave you love and enough space so that you won't feel uncomfortable, but he didn't know that this space was what was misguiding you. He indeed loved his previous wife till the point where his entire world stopped when she died, but she is now just a pleasant memory for him, that's why sometimes he used to mention how you two are similar, never in a million years did he thought that you would think that he misses her and you are not enough. Instead of feeling anger for all the hatred you had sprouted in your diary, he was sad because he couldn't properly express his love towards you. He didn't know that you loved him to the point of wanting to change the past, just so you could be his everything and make him happy. It was a selfish wish of yours, but for Toji he saw it as a selfless desire for his love. His wife was precious to him, but that was in the past, you are in front of him now, making him smile everyday and he needed to show you how much he loves you, before it's too late.

That night Toji told Megumi to go to his friend's house as he had something important to discuss with you. You were still sleeping silently in your room, blissfully unaware of the fact that you had been discovered. As soon as Megumi left the house, Toji entered your room. He sat beside your sleeping figure and gently stroked your head, the slight movement made you open your eyes as you quickly sat up. Toji gently pulled you close so that you can lay your head in his chest, which you did. As he showed you your diary, all the blood in your face drained.

Toji: Don't worry, I am not mad. Rather I am sad, that you didn't consider me worthy enough to tell me what you were feeling all this time.

Y/n: T-Toji I-I c-can e-explain...

Toji: You don't need to, I read everything.

Y/n: T-Then are you g-gonna l-l-leave me???

Toji: Why in the world would I do that?? I must be stupid if I did that to someone who loves me so much that she wishes to change the past. You know what Y/n, Megumi's mom was indeed special to me, but that was in the past, she is just a memory now, Y/n. She ain't coming back from the grave to take me ya know.. Y/n I married you, because I fell in love with you, not because you are similar to her nor as a replacement. Infact you two are quite opposite, you are funny type while she was calm type. Megumi doesn't need a mom at this age as he is capable to take care of himself. I married you out of pure love Y/n.. I just want your love, I don't expect anything else from you. I love you as a person Y/n, not as a replacement, you never were a replacement.

You didn't know when tears had started flowing down your cheeks. You felt sad and guilty to blame everything on Megumi's deceased mother, she wasn't at fault, nor was Toji. You cried and cried in Toji's arms as he consoled you till you had calmed down to form some coherent words. You realized just how much Toji loved you, to the point of even ignoring all the rubbish you sprouted in your diary about his innocent wife. As guilt grew too much, you opened your mouth, chocking a sob.

Y/n: I-I am s-so sorry Toji, for d-doubting you and b-blaming your wife who w-wasn't even at f-fault. I am r-really s-sorry, will you p-please forgive me??

Toji: Yes I forgive you Y/n.. but now you are my wife so stop feeling guilty already. And about my virginity, let's say I am still a virgin and you can corrupt me the way you want.

Y/n: W-What you read t-that too??

Toji: Of course I did. Take a look at this.

Saying this, Toji slowly removed his robe, and your jaw dropped when you saw him wearing a pretty red harness on his naked body. You blushed at the captivating site in front of you.

Toji: What do you think, Y/n?? I never wore something like this for her, now I am wearing this especially for you. So say Y/n, won't you take my virginity now??

Y/n: T-Toji you really are something. And why thankyou, I am going to take that virginity of yours and completely devour you, claim you as mine alone, I have waited long enough.

Toji: Yes and so have I. Y/n you are my one and only and I want you to feel the same way so don't hesitate now.

Y/n: Thankyou so much Toji, for everything, I won't hesitate I promise. OH wait but what about Megumi, he might hear us.

Toji: Don't worry about that!! I already sent that brat away at his friends home, he won't return till evening or maybe till tomorrow morning, as he knows if he wants a sibling he has to be patient.

You blushed at the way Toji seductively said the last part, but you threw all your shame away and latched onto Toji, biting and nibbling his soft flesh, claiming him and marking him as yours. That day and eventually night, you both continued to fuck each other in every possible position and in every corner of house till no corners were left untouched. You fucked like newly weds, with Toji whimpering every now and then as your were being a little too rough with him. You rode him all night long while choking him from time to time, which earned breathy whimpers from him, as he continued to paint your insides white for nth time that night. After you both had finally finished and were tired as hell, but still decided to clean the house before, Megumi came the next morning, good thing he was smart enough to not come back at that night, or he might had seen you two fucking like animals in heat.

It was the best fuck of your life, and you knew you would always remember it. As after all you did take his virginity, it may not be physically but psychologically, then yes, you did and you were more than satisfied with it. Now that all your misunderstandings were cleared and all of your inner demons were baptised by Toji, you, Toji and Megumi grew more and more closer as each day passed by, also leading to Toji to change his surname from Fushiguro to your surname soon enough as Megumi proudfully did it too. And as the day ended you once again wrote in your diary, "Dear diary, today too, I spent a happy day with my family."

I don't know what I am doing. Though I have 2 incomplete drafts, one of Gojo and other of Ash Ketchum, still I don't know how I ended up posting Toji, even though he wasn't in any drafts.😐😑 Again obsessed over him. Next post might be Gojo, it's almost done.😊

[ceratonia-siliqua]

Hi! Super weird question to ask, but, I was wondering if you were the person that wrote a fan fic of Bucky/Peter called “Forever.” On Ao3? If so, I always wanted to know what happened to that fic, because it was literally the best of literature I’ve read on Bucky/Peter. It was so good that I would go back to read it again, and I was wondering if you still had that fic, or if something happened to it, I just wanted to know because it still eats me up to this day that I can’t read it no more 😭. Also if this isn’t who I think it is, then I’m sorry please ignore this!

Hi!!! I'm not sure how old this message is but yes, I am the person who wrote Forever. The reason it got deleted was actually not by my choice. The coauthor was found out to be lying about faking a terminal illness and so she deleted her entire account on ao3 and I believe on tumblr as well. Ao3 terminates even coauthored fics if one person decides to remove it so the entire thing was removed and I have just never gotten around to fixing the issue because it was so time consuming and during the aftermath I was still finishing by Bachelor's degree and didn't have time to sort through and make sure I had all the files. Sadly, after checking it looks like all the files were deleted at some point.

But! I do have some good news! Ao3 emailed me some documentation of the original fic so I do have a readable version, it's just not formally posted anymore. I keep telling myself I'll get around to reposting it and so I haven't released the link but I have a feeling I might never get to it so here's the link since I feel bad its been hidden in a backroom for so long.

It is the story in its entirety and pretty much all the original information. Really the biggest hurdle to me posting it on ao3 has been needing to divvy things up into chapters and do all the tagging again.

Anyway, I hope you enjoy! Let me know if the link works. I tested it while logged out to make sure you didn't need to be signed into my throw away account to access the info and it seemed fine but confirmation doesn't hurt.

[koseigu]

[ NOTE ] for one muse to leave a handwritten note for the other // mayhaps geto leaving a note for sho after deflecting <33

she knows that she should burn it.

not because he's a wanted killer or anything—mostly because she is kind of fucking pissed.

at first she's pissed because clearly she's only worth a piece of paper. and then she's pissed at herself for assuming she was worth anything more than that. next she gets pissed because the note in and of itself is enough evidence for the higher ups to somehow get it in their wrinkled heads that she had something to do with his disappearance, or that she knew where he might have absconded to with the girls he'd rescued. she's pissed because complicating her life like that just makes him a shitty friend.

she's furious at yaga for continuing to send suguru out on mission after mission after fucking mission even when it was obvious that he was losing weight and wasn't sleeping and looked, frankly, like a ghost. she's annoyed by gojo's seeming indifference to everything, that this impenetrable bubble he's taught himself to wield all the time keeps out more than just physical threats. she's angry that she wasn't sent to okinawa with them, wasn't the decoy like they'd discussed, that sweet riko had to get shot in the head by a pathetic divorced man who would do anything for a quick buck. she's tired of getting body-bag after body-bag instead of getting to spend time outside while the sun is up.

she's really, really, sad that she missed the chance to see suguru one last time. that he had to leave a note at all.

reading it won't help, she knows that too. it's only going to make things harder, harder to accept that what he did was completely inappropriate and wrong, harder to let him go, harder to keep the break as clean as it could be. he's not going to use it to say sorry for what he did, that he wishes it was different, that he regrets his actions, that he wants to come back. he's not going to ask her to come with him, not going to try to sell her on his reasoning either, he's not the type. so it's either a threat, something like don't try to stop me or...

or it's worse. way worse. catastrophically worse.

being young and stupid and feeling whatever it was that young and stupid people feel when sharing cigarettes and kisses and clothes and knowing glances—it only works when one of you doesn't commit mass murder. and though they hadn't made any promises to each other, shoko had assumed ( perhaps foolishly ) that things were going really good. they'd danced around labeling it, making it obvious, but she knew ( or maybe she didn't ) that it was more than fooling around. so the very worst thing the note could be is...

shoko should burn it.

she unfolds it instead.

@vzmky, from a meme i am too lazy to find on mobile

[a-scary-lack-of-common-sense]

Hiya! Just yeeting a hc at you: I've always Headcanoned that Scout usually went with the Bat/frying pan due to shaky hands or smth. Could be caused by anything. But probably from the amount of energy that guy has is the most possible-

Hey bestie!! I wanted to answer this with a little doodle, but I can't really draw anything atm since it's nearly midnight for me. HOWEVER, I will share with you some of the research I did on hand tremors!

Disclaimer ⚠️: I myself am not a mobility aid user, nor do I personally experience hand tremors. I do not claim to know everything on the topic, and may be incorrect or wrong in some cases! If you'd like to know more, I highly encourage you do your own research!! Ofc, if you happen to know more than I do, feel free to correct me where I'm wrong :) and have fun reading!

I really like ur idea on the bat/frying pan for Scout! It does make sense for him to perfer those particular melees with hand tremors, since the small triggers on guns might be a bit fiddly to deal with. Maybe for the frying pan he'd have to wrap the handle so it's a bit thicker, and easier to hold! Like those big rubber grippers for utensils you can order online

Your ask made me think about what other things Scout might use/do in order to live with his tremors as comfortably as he can. I imagine he'll have to attend occasional physiotherapy sessions with Medic, to practice resistance training and working his muscles to help get steadier hands!

Of course, this also all depends on what kind of tremors Scout is experiencing, but since you said shaky hands, I'm going to guess Essential tremor, maybe? Essential tremor is one of the most common movement disorder, and it causes tremors mainly around the arms or hands, although it can also affect the head, voice, or other areas of the body. Essential tremor can be mild, or severe, depending on the person. I'm sure you weren't actually thinking about a specific type of tremor when sending in this ask, so I'm probably over-thinking this, but it's still interesting to learn!

I also think Scout would have to probably get a lil checkup after battles, especially since hand tremors usually worsen after intakes of caffeine (and Scout’s gotta be chugging that BONK all battle), and obviously after a bloody battle there's gonna be leftover adrenaline too. All of that combined means a lot of shaky hands, so off to the Doc he goes to de-stress!

There are also some mobility aids that help with tremors that Scout could use! Such as these braces/gloves (??) That dempens tremors. Now, I'm not sure how exactly these work, and I've never personally used them before, so their actual effectiveness is beyond me; but according to what I've read, they're apparently pretty helpful at stabilizing the hand (if only somewhat)

From what I understand, some of them are simply weighted gloves that you strap onto your hand, such as the ones shown in the second and third picture, but some have tiny little sensors in them that counteract against the tremors to "cancel out" the shaking?? (I probably didn't word that right)

Anyways, I had a lot of fun exploring more tf2 merc disability headcanons with y'all, and I hope you had fun too!! Sorry to anon for dumping this massive answer on you, you probably just wanted a simple doodle :')

If you happen to know more on the subject, or have personal experience, please do share and correct me if I got anything wrong!

Love you all! <33

[biird]

Overnight, I received a dozen messages from suffering Palestinians trapped under the Zionist occupation. Many of them were from accounts who had messaged me before, who I did not donate to, heartbroken that I had ignored their plight. This is my formal apology and explanation for them.

I lost my employment in May of this year because of my unending commitment to Palestinian liberation. I live in the belly of the beast of US imperialism, where conflicts between zionism and anti-zionism are constant. I have been on the US frontlines, establishing encampments, organizing the student mobilization, and attending demonstrations against Israel since Oct 8, 2023, and I had my employment taken away from me for it.

I just have less money to go around because I am not making income. I'm sorry that I cannot share every dollar of my savings to pay for the border crossing of every Palestinian, but even if I did that, I would not be able to save every life. I do not have nearly enough money to do so. I have to preserve myself so that I can live to help another day.

I'm sorry to anyone who reached out to me with a campaign to ensure their family's safety, who I didn't respond to or donate to. I am sorry. I am. I am furious that the United States funds a white supremacist colony stealing your land, your belongings, and your lives from you. I feel ashamed, I feel implicated, I feel angry. I am trying to help, but I have limits. I'm sorry if my limits have not yet extended to you.

‼️Please, if you are in the global north and have read this far, donate to some of the following campaigns. The power of the people depends on solidarity from us all. I have donated to two families today, consider donating to two or more yourself. ‼️

💗 @kawla-family4

💗 @mohiy-gaza2

💗 @anas--ahmed

💗 @abdelmutei

💗 @ahmadresh2

💗 @mahmoidsy

💗 @fidaa-family2

💗 @abedallhferwanagaza

💗 @zainsami <- has only received €800. You can help!

💗 @tarbeen-family-2 <- has only received €754. Put yourself in their shoes, look at your bank account, think of the help you could provide.

For Palestine to be free, the people of the world must make it happen. Almost one year has passed, and the world's governments have not stepped in to end the IDF's brutal occupation. It is up to us, working together, to ensure their safety, and that will involve our money

I am sorry to those families above I did not respond to. I took the easy path, the one expected of me by my government, by ignoring your cries for help. It is my strongest, most sincere wish that you survive, that you thrive, and that those who have done this to you suffer from shame and guilt for the rest of their waking days. That is the least that they deserve.

Good luck. So much love,

June

[thisgirlnamedblusy]

hii! i hope you’re well. i wanted to request a marilyn x fem reader, where it’s their one year of being married and marilyn thinks the reader has forgotten (they could never).

the reader is unknown to marilyns thoughts but is surprising her with a homemade dinner date (very romantic) at home (with candles and rose petals). when marilyn comes home from work she is completely surprised.

she tells the reader how she thought they had forgotten and the reader reassures her that they could never forget the best day to celebrate.

i was hoping for some smut and obvi a lot of fluff

Yesss!!! Here it is!!! Sorry about the language mistakes!!! :))

I could never forget

Pairing: Marilyn Thornhill x Fem! Reader

Warnings: Fluff, smut (a romantic one)

Word count: 2,426

Summary: This day is your wedding anniversary and you have a surprise for her….

 N/A: Requests are open!!! Sorry about the delays, I’m working hard on your requests. I love you all!!!

“Good morning…” Your wife told you, kissing your shoulder while you looked in the mirror, trying to wake you up completely. You smiled, knowing that this tone even more affectionate than usual meant something.

“Hello, Mari, how did you spend the night?” You asked, yawning. She looked at you a bit surprised, probably wondering why your answer was so brief.

“Well, well, I guess,” she said, smiling with a slightly sad expression.

It was normal for her to ask you something with her eyes. That was not just any day. You were married a year ago. It was your first anniversary. You weren't a big fan of remembering dates, but you remembered it perfectly, even if you were going to pretend not to. You smiled and kissed her briefly, beginning to take off your pajamas to get into the shower.

“Today I am terribly sleepy…” You commented turning the faucet. Marilyn studied your gaze. She was clearly offended.

“It's just a very strange day, don't you think? What day is it….? 15?” She asked impatiently. You pretended to try to remember and nodded, shrugging.

“I guess so. I have no idea, really,” you said. “My goodness, how long does it take for the water to heat up? We should change the boiler.”

The redhead looked at you with wide eyes. You avoided her gaze. You didn't like to upset her, but what you had prepared needed the surprise factor.

“You have no idea…” She repeated, as if you had insulted her. You had to take a deep breath.

“Is something wrong?” You asked, pretending to be clueless. Marilyn shook her head. You knew she didn't like to argue.

“No, it's nothing…” She sighed, joining you in the shower.

She said goodbye as always before entering her little beetle. You had holydays. But not that day. That day you had to work, but not for a salary, but for something much better.

When you saw the car drive away, you took yours, ready to start with your plans. You had a list on your mobile, and a time limit to complete it. You couldn't keep anything at home. You knew she would eventually find it.

“Okay, flowers, dinner, candles,” you said, reading your phone and starting the engine.

It was very early, which made you complete all your tasks with a good margin of time. You didn't want to sleep in front of the redhead, you didn't want her to envy your free time, so you lay down for a while when you got home. Yes, you liked to sleep, too much.

Once awake, you got down to work. It was hard for you to choose the most appropriate places to put the candles on, and the roses, which had been hit by the door of your car. Fortunately you had a lot of initiative, and you decided to put the petals on top of the bed, previously prepared.

“Oh, yes, you're a genius, (Y/N)…” You said satisfied.

It was still the hardest part, dinner. You weren't bad at cooking, but this time it was a special occasion. It had to be a special dinner. Marilyn used to sleep before you did, and in that time you spent looking at online recipes. The special roast ham seemed the best option.

“If you don't have maple syrup...”

“Yes…” You repeated, scared for having forgotten that ingredient. You were already sweating, and your apron was full of stains. You were making quite a mess, which naturally you would have to clean up afterwards.

“You can use honey instead.”

“Oh, yes, great,” you said clapping your hands, looking in one of the cupboards. In Nevermore there was a beekeeping club, and there was never a lack of honey at home.

When you finally put the tray in the oven and set the time, you thought you could rest, but the kitchen seemed to have been the target of some kind of war game. You were exhausted, but you began to clean, leaving everything shiny.

A few hours passed and you hadn't even had time to eat. You took the roast out of the oven, and to your surprise, it looked awesome. You carefully set the table and finally took off your apron. The clock struck 6 pm.

“Shit, shit,” you protested, setting down a fork. Marilyn would be home in half an hour, and you weren't dressed yet.

Faster than you ever imagined you could, you got ready, wearing a dress you'd bought just for the occasion.

You were lighting the candles when you saw some lights through the window. It was her, she was back.

You ran towards the entrance, just as the sound of someone inserting the key in the lock.

“No!” You said, slamming the door.

“Ouch!” Marilyn complained. Nice way to start your anniversary, slam your wife in the face with the door. “What are you doing?”

“Don't come in yet, wait…” You said, putting yourself in such a way that it was impossible for her to open the door.

“(Y/N), I'm tired, let me in and don't be silly,” she told you, visibly annoyed.

“Wait, wait. You have to close your eyes first...” You said, holding your composure.

“What?”

“Do it!” You yelled.

“Okay, (Y/N), I have them closed,” she said softly, probably already beginning to suspect that something was wrong.

You looked through the peephole to check. She was a woman of word, of course.

“Okay, come in,” you said, opening the door.

The redhead entered carefully, leaving you her bag. When you put it on the counter, you covered her eyes with your hands.

“Okay, are you ready?” You said, quickly checking that everything was in their place. “Happy Anniversary!”

Marilyn shook her head and her eyes widened. The whole house was decorated with fresh roses and candles. Dinner was on the table and the atmosphere was the most romantic in the world.

“My God, (Y/N)… have you, have you done this by yourself?” She asked, contemplating every detail.

“Of course I’ve done it by myself. Come on let's go to the table, dinner is going to get cold,” you said, taking her arm.

Marilyn sat up, still entranced by everything around her.

“I... I can't believe it... It looks great and... Is that dress new?”

“Well, yes,” you said, sitting in front of her.

“It's amazing, honey. I thought you forgot about it.”

You smiled behind your glass of wine.

“I could never forget it, Mari,” you said affectionately, taking her hand. She seemed calm, but your words caused a hypnotic effect on her gaze. “It had to be a surprise, you know.”

“Well, I left home angry this morning,” she said, as if she were apologizing.

“Oh, really? Really, Mari, I never know when you're angry,” you answered amused.

Dinner was as perfect as it could be. The food was delicious and the love was palpable in the house.

After dessert, Marilyn couldn't wait any longer. She got up and grabbed your wrist, while you drank from your glass.

“Wait, wait, close your eyes,” you said as you finished your glass of wine as Marilyn pulled you towards the bedroom. She stopped instantly, setting you free.

“Again?”

“Please…” You said, moving forward. She obeyed, sighing. You checked that she had really closed them and led her into the room. “Don't worry, you can trust me.”

Immediately afterwards, the redhead collided with the door frame.

“Oh shit, sorry,” you said embarrassed. She shook her head and laughed.

You reached for the knob and opened the door a little, to check that a tornado hadn't come into the room and destroyed your work. You breathed a sigh of relief and pulled your wife a little.

“Can I open them now? I heard the door,” she told you impatiently.

“I have to grease those hinges…” You said to yourself. “Okay, are you ready? Open them.”

You had worked a lot that day, and dinner was not the only thing you had done. On your bed, with new sheets, there were a bunch of rose petals, along with strategically placed candles. With a small remote control, you turned on a music player, which began to play a soft, romantic music.

The room didn't seem the same. It seemed like the perfect place to celebrate anything, as long as it was with her.

“My God, (Y/N)… It's… It's wonderful,” she said, visibly moved. She walked past you and went straight to the bed, picking up several petals and sniffing at them, closing her eyes.

“Yes, Mari, they are real. I'm not so shabby,” You said funny.

“It's perfect… I, I don't know what to say,” she said, while you approached her. The redhead grabbed you by the waist and you crouched down, resting your forehead against hers.

“I don't want you to say anything, just kiss me, my dear wife…” You whispered, melting into a passionate, sincere kiss, full of joy and love.

Dinner had been a success. Thinking you forgot worked very well as a strategy, but the decoration of your bedroom was the icing on the cake.

You climbed on top of her, feeling the soft smell of petals, while your hands ran over her body delicately, as if her skin were made of porcelain.

“So you like it?” You said amused, slowly undoing the buttons of her blouse.

“I like you, (Y/N)…” She whispered, moving so that the garment could slide off her shoulders.

The music marked the rhythm of your caresses, your kisses, your gasps. You took off your shoes, dropping them on the wooden floor. Marilyn shifted until her head rested on the pillow.

“Better that way, don't you think?” She told you, winking at you.

“Shhh, my impatient redhead,” you said, putting a finger on her lips.

Your kisses were going down her bare chest. You had given her a bad day by making her believe that you had forgotten your anniversary. She deserved a compensation, and you knew the best way to do it.

She just smiled, taking off her glasses. Her look was just as tender, just as innocent. It was the look of the woman you had chosen to spend the rest of your life with, and you had no doubt that 100 years could go by and you could still love her like the first day.

Your kisses kept going down, enjoying every part of her skin. You didn't want to be in a hurry. It was a special day. You could take all the time you wanted.

Your hands reached the edge of her skirt, which you subtly made disappear, lowering it by her ankles. It was the turn of her legs. Briefly kissing your wife on her lips, you moved down to her ankle, caressing it before resting your mouth on it. She giggled nervously and made an attempt to move her leg away.

“You tickle me, (Y/N),” she told you between laughs. You looked up and your eyes turned dark.

“I know…” You said in a dangerous whisper. You didn't want to make her more nervous, and you kept climbing up her knee, up her thigh.

“This is a bit unfair, isn't it?” She told you, making you stop again. You frowned. You were so excited that you couldn't think very clearly.

“What?”

“I want to see your beautiful body, please,” she said looking at you with absolute expectation. You got up and unzipped your dress. The dress was a little tight on you, so taking it off was an added pleasure for you.

“Do you like the views, miss?” You asked with an elegant voice. She nodded, gesturing for you to continue.

You obeyed immediately, now lowering her underwear. Everything was perfect, and you were going to make her think the same. Without dawdling too much, you buried your head between her legs, delicately licking the entire area. The moans were not long in coming, almost drowning out the soft music.

It was very easy to make her enjoy it, but that day you were more determined than usual, with delicate movements of your tongue, and sucking those places that you knew drove her crazy.

“You're… You're perfect…” Marilyn gasped, bringing her hand to your hair. This time she wasn't grabbing your hair tightly, she was simply stroking it.

When you saw that it was time, you introduced your fingers, keeping a smooth but intense rhythm. She moaned louder, letting herself be carried away by the pleasure you were causing  to her. You looked up biting your lip, seeing how her face only reflected pure excitement, pleasure on the verge of getting out of control.

“Fas, faster, (Y/N)…” She begged. You obeyed, when you noticed that her hips moved involuntarily. “Oh, my God…I'm…I'm going to…”

Her entire body arched, releasing all of her pleasure, with a tremendously erotic moan. You were longing for just a little bit of that pleasure, and you wasted no time.

Your underwear quickly disappeared, as if it had never been there. You climbed quickly and kissed her again, with desire, with more lust. She was holding you tight, thanking you for what you had just done for her. You laughed, while your body just wanted more contact.

“Come here, my love,” she told you, turning you around to lie on the bed. While your body was covered by her kisses, she lifted your leg and she put herself between your legs, making both of your heat to match. It seemed as if each one was doing their best, what made each one enjoy the most.

You positioned yourself well and began to move, enjoying the touch of your bodies. It was all you needed. Your hips moved to the same rhythm as hers and a few gusts of pleasure ran through all your senses.

There were only moans, and music that had long since stopped playing. Your sounds of pleasure were the best melody.

In a few minutes, you screamed too, unable to hold it anymore.

Little by little you lay down again. She reached for your shoulder, where she had attached one of her rose petals.

“It's been a beautiful night, (Y/N),” she told you, intertwining her legs with yours.

“And you thought that I had forgotten about it…” You teased, closing your eyes. You were tired and it was time to sleep.

“I love you, (Y/N). I hope for many anniversaries like this one...” She said, getting up to blow out the candles.

“You will have them, Mari, you will have them... Come here, please...”

[dailylucifernetflix]

I wrote a beginning of an ask, clicked at a notification, and got deleted. Never mind that. "I was premaetitevely saying sorry for complaining at fandom stuff in your ask box" pretty much covers what that was. Sorry for that. This. (Or not, if you do want to talk about this stuff.) You are just about the only active Lucifer (TV) blog I know about. I would love to talk about this. This is very out of nowhere.

As I watched the show I (in a I may yet get this sort of a way) wanted, very much, to have a different show than I got. I saw the setup, the characters, their experiences, the events. I enjoyed watching it, but I also wanted for it to be a little more critical and a little less of a comedy. I wanted things to not be played for the laughs as much. I wanted for things to get serious, for Lucifer to be agreed with that he has been hurt, for him to be said to have been done wrong to. And, above that, I wanted that followed through with. I wanted for God to be punished for what he did to him.

Preferably killed in a fun little magic war with magic superpowers, I never expected that to happen in the show. Just in fanfic. I do not think it has happened in fanfic. (this is me asking for fanfic recs, if you have any)

I saw Lucifer. I empathized with Lucifer. With his situation, with his reactions. I saw that he was hurt.

I wanted for him to hurt the person who has hurt him back.

I can think that punishing people is a shit thing that hurts them. I can think that, from a mortal standpoint, punishment is bullshit. God having a redemption arc would have left me satisfied... but, no, I didn't expect that. I did think it was more probable for it to happen than for war on God to happen. But I expected the show to disappoint me.

As I watched it I remember I thought it was not quite brave enough to say what it sometimes showed. That it was not brave enough to straight up say God is a bad guy here. (if it had it would have probably not ran as long as it did, so, fair of it to itself, but still dissatisfying to me as an audience)

I am probably rambling. (I am writing this in an ask box, on mobile. I have accidentally delated three paragraphs. This is the Tumblr experience.)

I saw God do terrible things to Lucifer. I saw that he put him in hell (a terrible place) that he set the world up in a way that allowed for hell to exist (humans can leave, the show says, it is just the guilt that holds them here, but the thing about building a world is that you decide how it works and defending God's actions on the basis of its just how it is is a lot like saying the female characters fight magic wars in bikini and shoot lasers from their boobs because that's just how magic wars work in superhero city) (the world works how the writer decides it does)

This is pretty much just me complaining. I probably dont have a point I am gatting at. (This was brought on by Good Omens Season 2, in a side effect short of way. Mostly I was just reminded that damn remember how you watched that other christianity fanfic, remember how you stared at a wall and imagined a version of it that was more suited to your personal tastes and opinions and also had more superpowers shit because those do always look so cool)

Actually, if there was a point to this, then that point is fanfic. Have you, by chance, ever found the sort of a fanfic that really gets into God Is Bad Let's Wage A War sort of thing? Or if not, then something that approaches it? Something that at least frames God as a villain? Not only Lucifer's-Imaginary-Abusive-Human-Parent (pre-reveal kind of stuff) but full of actual God. Altrough, well, I'd read that too.

I suppose the thing I specifically really want to read is: Ella losing faith, properly so. Linda not just... going wow that's God but going oh shit that's Lucifer's abuser. I suppose I want to read about angels falling from Heaven and being framed as the ones in the right by the narrative. I suppose I want there to be a war. I suppose I would like to read about Hell Economics.

I probably should just write something myself at this point, but I am never very attached to but that's canon and would go if I change this I can change so much many more things to create a world I, myself, would like reading about more, and at that point, this would get very far from what the actual show was doing and I would stare at it and go that is a little too ambitious for me.

Yeah, no, the point of this was: do you by chance have any fanfic recs that you think I would like. Really sorry for bothering you if this bothered you... If you don't want to post this ask (very understandable) but would be open to offering any fanfic recs could you, idk, do a hello to that anon, have some fanfic in a separate post? I would really appriciate that.

...I'll, uh, go ask you about any active Lucifer blogs you know in a separate ask. (the fandom seems dead. is it dead? is it just you here?)

hello dear anon!

ngl reading this was an experience but one that i actually really enjoyed. i loved reading all of your thoughts and some of them i actually understand quite good. i enjoyed what we saw with lucifer but yes, there are some things that were missing for me, too. it's totally okay that you kind of even expected something different from it. you're allowed to have your own opinion.

either way i'm sorry to tell you that i don't read any fanfics but PLEASE if someone who reads this has any fanfic recs specifically like asked above that would be appreciated.

also sorry your initial ask got deleted and also some paragraphs accidentally by yourself. been through that and it's annoying.

the fandom is indeed dead except an occasional gifset every now and then (also by me @mauraeyk lol) i think it's more active on twitter and you're definitely not bothering me. i'm just sorry i can't be more helpful. take care! <3

- kers

[sundrop-writes]

Sundrop's FAQ

Frequently Asked Questions!

Why don't you write for Criminal Minds anymore?

I answered this more in depth right here. But basically, I had a lot of unpleasant experiences with rude comments in the fandom, and it really dampened my desire to want to write for those characters. So I moved on to writing for other characters from other fandoms that make me happy. And I want to make it clear that I don't write for those characters and that fandom anymore, because anytime someone brings it up, I am reminded of the unpleasant experiences that I had.

Can I be tagged in your fics?

Yes! I do that now. You can read more about rules for my taglist and about being tagged here.

What happened to Careful (your Dad!Spencer fic)? I can't find it!

I deleted the fic from Tumblr. I gave more of an explanation about that here. You can still find it on AO3, because I didn't want to delete the fic from an archive, but my AO3 is archive locked, so you will need an account to view it.

Are you going to continue Lessons For A Genius?

No.

I labelled Lessons For A Genius as a 'capsule series' on my masterlist because I intended it to be a series of oneshots with no clear overarching story, and therefore - no clear need for an 'ending'. I intended each of the fics to be able to be read as a oneshot satisfyingly without missing out on some of the story. Right now, the series is over, and if I write anything more for it, it will be bonus smutty content, not some greater story.

I can't find you on AO3! When I click the link to your AO3, there's an error :(

My AO3 is archive locked, so you need an account to view anything that I post there.

I do have a note about this in my pinned post, but I will keep reminding people about it. It's definitely not my favourite thing because I know it makes my writing less accessible, but the purpose is to protect my writing against spam comments from bots and to protect against potential AI scraping that would steal my writing without my permission.

A lot of the fics on my different masterlists use AO3 links because that is the only place those fics are posted on the internet right now. I am sorry if that means you can't read them, but I would highly, highly recommend getting an AO3 account. Once you put your email address on the wait-list for one, you will eventually get an email in order to get an account.

Also, just a general note - make sure you are logged into your account before and after you click AO3 fic links because that might be part of your problem. And make sure that you are not using an AO3 app, because there is no official apps, and I don't know what archive locking does in terms of an app - but I do not give consent for my work to be read on fake AO3 apps. Just use the mobile browser.

Will you write about (x specific topic) in fics?

Most likely, yes.

You can read my full list of rules here - where I mention topics I won't write for, including safeword use, miscarriages, choking/asphyxiation kink, and a virgin reader character (or a very innocent reader character).

But generally, the list of topics that I will write for is way longer than the things I won't write for. So feel free to ask me if I am okay writing for specific 'taboo' things, because most likely, I am okay with it.

Did you used to be pinkchubbiebunnie/imaginethesedorks on Tumblr?

Yes.

My complete list of old urls includes: ravenclawsnerd, imaginethesedorks, thesoundofpurple, and pinkchubbiebunnie.

And I used to be tenpintsofsundrop before I took up residency on my official main blog @tenpintsof-sundrop - but hopefully this will be my last url change ever lmao.

And as a throwback for the girlies, I used to be ravenclawprideforever on Quizilla. (I will be seriously impressed if anybody from that website remembers me from that username and somehow finds me here. I will literally freak out and fangirl so hard if that is the case.)

Did you used to write kpop fanfiction?

Yes!

Sometimes I consider posting more of my old kpop fanfics on AO3, but I'm not sure there's enough interest for that. Also on my old kpop blog, the first fandom I ever actually posted fic for there was 5 Seconds of Summer - just as a lil fun factoid.

Will you ever write a sequel to (insert fic title here)?

Most likely, no.

For the most part, if I write a oneshot (or even a multi-part fic), then I intend for it to be a stand alone story with a satisfying beginning, middle, and (hopefully) a satisfying ending. There are very few fics of mine that I write with the intention of continuing them or someday writing a sequel.

If there is a fic of mine that you particularly love and you really want to see a sequel to, you can ask me about it politely and you could even provide me with some potential ideas of where you'd like to see the sequel go, but for the most part, I write oneshots as singular stand alone fics that will never be continued while I move on to other ideas.

Here is a short list of a few fics that I have considered continuing in case you are curious:

(This list is actually not as short as I thought, but all of these are fics currently posted that I have sequels/follow ups to working in my drafts. So if you like these fics and you want to see more of them, then know that I have been thinking of continuing them too - and sometimes actively working on the continuation in some instances.)

These are listed from most likely to be completed to least likely to be completely based on length and creative struggles.

Emergency Contact - DC Titans, Jason Todd x GN!Powered!Reader. This is a sequel that has been in my drafts for a long time, and I am actually trying to finish it before the end of this month. I think I have about 8k more to finish on it (it's currently about 80% done) before it goes into the editing process. So look out for the sequel soon!

My Bleeding Heart - Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy x Pureblood!Fem!Reader. This prequel is more than half finished in my drafts, and I actually posted a preview of it, but due to lack of engagement and general interest with that preview, I lost interest in writing the fic at the time. I am really proud of what I have written and I hope to get a random burst of energy to finish it because I think it is going to be one of my best emotional fics.

Hold Me Tight Or Don't - The Walking Dead, Glenn Rhee x Fem!Reader x Maggie Greene. This is something I mentioned in another post - but this is a fic that should not even be qualified for a sequel because the main character dies, but this is literally the power of reader/writer interaction and comments. The sequel is going to be an AU where the reader character lives and is immune to the bite. The sequel is fully drafted out and ready to be written - something I am really excited about and hope to do soon.

Missing You - DC Titans, Gar Logan x Fem!Reader x Jason Todd. This is another one that has been in my drafts for a long time, and it's actually half-finished, but I just need that random burst of inspiration and energy to finish it.

Sweet Revenge - The Last Of Us, Ellie Williams x Fem!Reader. This sequel is fully drafted out and I did start writing it, but it was something I lost steam on. I think it would be an amazing fic to compliment the existing one and I really do want to finish it when I get the proper burst of motivation to do so.

Sugar, We're Goin' Down - Stranger Things, Steve Harrington x Fem!Thick!Reader x Eddie Munson. The sequel is drafted out in my docs, and I would like to write it sometime in the future.

Free Use Day - DC Titans, Poly!OG!Titans x Fem!Reader aka Fem!Reader x Hank Hall, Donna Troy, Dick Grayson, Dawn Granger, and Garth. This sequel is something I have drafted out that I am really excited about, but writing a fic that is almost pure smut and making sure that it's good smut is really difficult. So I wanna be in the right mindset when I write this fic. But I promise when this fic comes out, it will be amazing.

Now You See Me - DC Titans, Gar Logan x Masc!Powered!Reader. I have this sequel drafted out, and I really want to explore more of the reader's backstory and his relationship with his father (which, in case you didn't get the implication in the original fic, is Mr. Freeze) - especially because the characters end up in Gotham in Season 3, I think it would be so amazing to show the character coming back to the place of his trauma with a supportive boyfriend by his side. But I know it's gonna take me a long time to write it - and again, time and energy type thing.

Snow In Flordia - DC Titans, Donna Troy x Fem!Powered!Reader. This is another one where I drafted it all out and I started writing it, but I realized that it would be a massive, multi-chaptered undertaking, and I got really exhausted. It is something I want to finish and post, but I have no fucking clue when I will get the time and energy to do so.

A theoretical final act in The Auror!Ron Series, turning it into a perfect trilogy. That is in my drafts, but I haven't touched it much yet because it would be a massive multi-chaptered undertaking with a love triangle, lots of plot points, lot of smut scenes, and it would be generally long for me to satisfyingly finish the series to my liking. (I do hope to finish it someday, though).

[bunny-hoodlum]

Saw you mention ADHD inattentive? And I had not heard the specific kind of adhd but what you described sounds true to me (also can’t do a diagnosis right now). But I’d consider myself a very creative person. I want to create freely like I did as a child, improve, and excel but I struggle with the motivation. I end up scrolling on my phone or watching tv. How do you manage that or deal with it without being hard on yourself? Thank you for your time!

So I've been looking into ADHD more seriously in the past three years. I've had bouts of anhedonia and the most recent one last for two years and it got to the point where I couldn't even watch or read two-seconds of anything without it feeling utterly painful and I had no idea what the hell that was about. But I at least had the awareness after it happened often enough that my attention span was fucked and I genuinely didn't seen to latch onto or enjoy anything anymore and I thought 'Wow, guess this is adulthood for me, sheesh'.

I also thought back to myself as kid growing up, some things I knew I did and some things I did that had been told me. Apparently my dad thought I might be autistic when I was 4, but never followed up on that. Nobody cared that I was a good test taker but rarely ever turned in homework. Oh, ooh, she must just not care, wah. My mom told me stories as an infant that align with me being an HSP baby, and I def have Rejection Dysphoria which is kinda getting better but sometimes still results in petty Splitting spirals. 😅

Sorry, none of this has to do with your question but maybe it'll useful to someone else. 😅

So the funny thing is, I am not addicted to social media. 😭 I barely use it. So I don't have anything personal I provide about that, but you could try going minimal on your phone. Just dummy the hell out of it. Remove apps, etc. I know companies be breaking how their shit works on mobile browser, at least for me, the site gets app-blocked basically. "Open in App", "Get our App", ugh. 🙄😮‍💨 But when you make distractions harder to get to, you can readjust your reliance on it. Backtracking slightly, I used this method to cut off my 'addiction' to Reddit. I still rly don't get hooked on socmed otherwise. 🤔 I always bookmark stuff or keep the tabs open, and say I'll get to it later. 😅 I'm always accruing things for myself or some creative endeavor. I kinda relate to Markiplier in that way, that the only time he hangs with his friends or makes friends is if it's during a project. His whole life rotates around the next idea and the next idea. 😅 Forgive me, I'm rambling quite a bit.

Tldr; make distractions more inconvenient, lol.

If you feel like your symptoms are unmanageable, their could be other disorders that you need to take care of. Some ADHD-havers need stimulants and others need anti-depressants.

I'm a stimulant-type. I started taking a $30 B-complex supplement when I noticed that Monster energy made me feel better. I get high caffeine blend plus 2 shots of espresso from my preferred gas station. As a female, I had to pay attention to my PMS symptoms making me sleepier than ever. Some shit got out of balance and I was a goner for the following two weeks.

Your next question about not beating yourself up. My suggestion is trying meditation, maybe getting an ONO roller or something like it, something to make your hands busy when you're trying to devote your attention to something. Just focus on clearing away the background processes of anxiety in your internal task manager and try to visualize how you'll feel when you get that thing done.

Like, I still procrastinate on folding the laundry. It'll literally take me 20 mins or less and I can watch videos while I do it, but I just don't for rly no good reason. 😅 But it's better to feel guilty while doing the thing you've been avoiding, then feeling better after becuz it's done. And then maybe the guilt lessens becuz you've created this routine and positive association, 'Hey, I can do this thing. Hey, this actually takes no time at all.' You know?

I'm no expert and everyone's experience is different. But I recommend looking into it more for yourself. The HowToADHD channel is a pretty good one to start with. They are like the definitive channel for sure. I know that Dr. K put out smthn a couple years ago as well, but all in all, you can only do your best and try to retrain how you do things. There's stuff too like the Pomodoro Effect... 🤔 Just try to find what works for you! Even rn I'm so distracted with writing that I haven't been drawing at all, so I'm just managing myself, pretty much just scraping by. 😅

Oh yeah, I started opening all the cabinets to make putting dishes away easier. Idk if that's useful to you, lol. ADHD requires quirky solutions, haha.

Sorry this turned out so long! I'm wishing you all the luck! 🙏🤗

[caterpillarinacave]

Hi! I'm the same Henry anon from yesterday, thank you for your answer!

If you actually want to elaborate more on your headcanons and you have time to do so, I'd love to read more! I was especially curious to know if there is a specific explanation for the headcanon about the way his sleeping habits changed? (And in the tags you mentioned angst?) And in general if you ever want to write an hour long rant I'll happily read it!

Anyway, if you've read until here, bye, and thanks for taking the time to read all of this!

Anon, I am SO sorry, this took so long to answer!!! I do try to be timely, apperances aside.

You know how you have to invite vampires inside for them to come into your house? Yeah, when it comes to talking I'm like one of those vampires. I, of course, would like to talk for hours and am ready to talk for hours,, however I will not start talking until someone invites me to. I like to wait until I have a specific request from someone, then I begin my speech.

Anyway, all that aside, someone has now asked me, so buckle up buttercups, because i am about to TALK

Just a warning, these headcannons get a little more angsty, and therefore a little more dark

Regarding your first question, dear anon, basically, disabilities are exhausting. Physically and emotionally, even if you've got it under control, most every disabled people are constantly tired. 

Everything is automatically more physically strenuous.

I, for example, slept really lightly for a really long time. In a lot of ways I still do, but once my more physical disabilities (even though I have them very well under control) showed up the actual want to sleep shoots way up. 

You can totally stay up all night working on something and be just fine, but once you lay down and your brain gets the little “yep, we get to sleep now” message, it JUMPS on it. You might've had iffy sleep schedules, but once the physical aspect is added to the mix, it’s really hard to convince your brain to get up when everything is so tired if you stir in the middle of the night. After a while your brain doesn't work anywhere near as hard to try and wake you up, and suddenly you're totally down to fall asleep on the carpet and sleep there for six and a half hours. 

Same applies for Henry. 

It's exhausting to get around as a disabled person and he's just… tired.

The weeks following the battle of idris were NOT a fun time lol. Didn't seem awful from an outside POV, but physically speaking Henry was having an awful, awful time, and emotionally Charlotte was having the go of it. 

He’s in charge of all his mobility aids. Made a lot of them, with less input from the silent brothers then youd think he would need.I mean, shadowhunters are ridiculously unhelpful (seriously, how was he the first one to come up with a wheelchair. how.) Logistically speaking, he has multiple chairs, but a favorite. 

He has just got to eat more. He’s so awful at keeping track of time, forgets to eat constantly. and is pretty much 0% body fat. He usually gets away with it, but he’s got nothing to fall back on if he’s sick or injured, which was kind of a problem after the battle of idris. 

He used to be a decent piano player, but most of what he enjoyed playing relayed on a peddle, and while he probably could, it wasn't ever worth finding a way to make the pedal work for him, so he just kinda moved on. 

This one's more canon but he had absolutely no friends. Like, at all growing up. He was lucky if they ignored him instead of actively harassing him but like??? He doesn't really care??? He’s just like, “kay yeah, whatever”, then grows up and continues to not have any shadowhunter friends but it seems like warlocks think he’s really fucking cool, so is that a win? 

You know how there's the persistent theme of Charlotte feeling guilty for the events of TID? Henry’s kind of in the same boat. Any one as pedantic as me remembers the line at the end of CA;

Going off the book, he was the one who told Mortmain about the Pyxis,  he was the one technically protecting Jessamine when she died, left the woman he loved to suffer in silence because he can't figure the most obvious things, his list of failures miles long, his presence causing so much annoyance to everyone around him.  

How could he be so stupid, so blind? How many problems had he caused just by being who he was?

Who would be alive, who would have suffered so much less if he had just been a little smarter, a little quicker, a little less like himself?

He’s spent his whole life being told that he’s stupid, makes everything worse, everything is his fault, and he’s a burden on everyone around him, and there’s these things that might be his fault (no, nothing was his fault, Henry forgive yourself please-) you can not tell me they arent weighing on him a little bit. 

To pull from a discarded WIP of mine, “...in her head, Charlotte’s hands were stained red, and in his, Henry could bathe in the blood of the shadowhunters he’d killed.”

Genuinely hates staying in bed. It just drives him insane to sit in one room doing nothing. It’s bearable to go sit in your pajamas in the living room, but doing the same thing in a bedroom? 

Insufferable. Unmanageable. Impossible. Horrific. How could you possibly stay in such a boring place that long. What do you mean I could die. I’ll die in a different room thank you very much.

He’s really good at chess, but doesnt really get the big deal about winning the game. As in, he doesn't even remotely get why someone would get upset about losing, or why it’s if you want someone to like you you shouldn't beat them in five minutes. Charlotte eventually told him that some people just hate losing. “Great, got it” he said, then proceeded to just ask people if they wanted to win or not. This is not good for political relations. 

Cue the Clave conversations; 

“Do you play? I’d be honored to play a round with you, Mr. Fairchild.”

“I’d be delighted to. How would you like to play?”

“Beg pardon?”

“Would you like me to try and beat you, pretend to try and beat you but purposefully lose, or blatantly lose?”

“...”

“:)”

====

“Henry, darling, let’s go over this in a different way.”

“Literally what did I do???”

It’s canon that he had a lot of self esteem issues when he was younger, but it's one of the things I wish CC had looked more into. (I’ve got a fic about this exact thing, but don't know if i'll ever post it lol)

 There have been a few times when he’d had a particularly bad day and finds himself a little closer to the edge of a bridge than he should be, and shaking off how easy it would be to die right then. In a couple seconds, he could never bother anyone again. 

It's really an intrusive thought, but he just can't help but think how much better it might be for everyone if he wasn't here. The shadowhunters really genuinely don't like him, and canonically treat him horribly, and for him it seems like all he does for Charlotte, who he loved more than anything else in the world, is make her life harder.

 When he’s coming back from an assignment it would be so easy to drop everyone else off at the institute, take a horse out (Balios can find his way back), and just not come back. At least not breathing, that is. 

 He doesn’t act, of course. After all, the Institute is a busy place, and he often is needed for errands or assignments. It would be cruel to leave them to navigate with one less pair of hands. Will and Jessamine really are a handful, and Jem is… well, it wouldn't be fair to make a scene when the focus should be on them. Besides, if Charlotte is at all fond of him, his death would be more upsetting than his blunders. 

Right?

[mdzs-owns-my-ass-i-guess]

Primal instincts

@sasumimo

🍯🌬️🦷 (any type of thick sauce, cold breath [i think this emote is called wind face but context], teeth) and dragonji/foxxian spice! 

Song for atmosphere: here (Alyxx Dione - Don't stop)

Warnings: porn, smut, spice - whatever you call it, they're fucking nasty here, so don't read if you're under 18, or if any of these squick you: dirty talk, bondage, food play, some CNC elements, temperature play, marking (biting/scratching), pheromones, mentions of primal play.

I'm going to hell express shipping, y'all want anything?

Honey glistened into the candlelight like molten gold, minuscule particles in the liquid catching into the light like diamonds. It was hypnotizing, watching the way it poured out of the little jar, hanging into the air and slowly, tantalizingly, coating the naked skin of Lan Wangji's torso. The few patches of fine, light blue scales caught a temporary greenish hue as the honey spread over the expanse of the man's skin, into the crevices of his muscles, down his sides, following the sharp contours of his hips and V-line.

Wei Wuxian watched in absolute fascination as his beloved's skin tinted gold, pupils blown wide with desire. He'd always liked honey, a staple of his fox-like dietary preferences - but dripping off Lan Wangji's body, it somehow looked more appetizing than ever, hunger and arousal intermixing in the tight feeling that settled in his groin.

Lan Wangji watched him with the same fascination, honeyed pupils slitted as they traveled over the generous expanse of skin Wei Wuxian had decided to show, even with the sorry excuse of a covering he wore. It was light red, lace and see-through, only slightly darker than his red cheeks, a beautiful match to his fox ears and the tail that kept so temptingly caressing every part of Lan Wangji it could reach - from his legs, to his thighs, and stubbornly avoiding the one place that Lan Wangji wanted so desperately touched.

Alas, he had to control himself - he was a man of his word, and, as much as he didn't like to admit it, he had lost the bet he and Wei Ying had set up, and would be receiving his punishment accordingly. And very willingly.

Truth be told, Lan Wangji hadn't exactly set out confident he would win. Even though his senses are knife-sharp, and his dragon form allows him incredible speed of movement and mobility, he had been a bit foolish to believe he could win the chase against his foxy partner. After all, forests are to foxes what the clouds are to dragons.

Still, the chase had been. admittedly, very fun, and it stirred up something primal in both of its participants. Wei Wuxian's nimble, elegant, quick movements, the thrill of hunting him down and the promise of what would come if Lan Wangji caught him - all had his body swimming in adrenaline and an intoxicating mix of pheromones. And judging by the sweet, mind-altering scent that he could feel emanating from Wei Wuxian, he knew he wasn't the only one.

After all, it had all been his idea - to be chased down like prey into the thick forest surrounding the Cloud Recesses and fucked roughly against every surface if he got caught, until he cried for mercy or passed out. So much for that - Lan Wangji bitterly thought to himself, though admittedly he could always ask for a do-over.

"You seem lost in thought, Hanguang-Jun." Wei Wuxians silky voice comes, eyes half lidded as he places the now empty honey pot aside. "Am I boring you?"

"Yes."

He clicked his tongue, lightly whipping Lan Wangji's leg with his tail, the fur soft. "Ungrateful. This is supposed to be for me, yet I feel like you're going to enjoy it more than I will."

Lan Wangji's arms twitched with the impulse to touch, useless against his tight, unforgiving restraints. Wei Wuxian had done amazing work binding his arms together and to the metal headboard of the bed, seven rows of knots biting into his skin. The red rope scratched against him tantalizingly, a quiet warning not to move - and Lan Wangji could finally understand why Wei Wuxian liked to be tied up so much.

"Look at me, won't you? I think you'll enjoy the show~"

Wei Wuxian's hair curtained him, long and dark, as he leaned down and licked a slow stripe over Lan Wangji's abs, eyes locked with his as he let out a pleased hum at the taste of the honey that had gathered there.

A surprised breath left Lan Wangji at the sensation, his nerves coming alive with it.

"Honey tastes even sweeter off you, Lan Zhan." And his tongue swiped lower, nearing the flat plane of skin above Lan Wangji's very obvious need.

"Wei Ying."

He could practically taste the smirk in Wei Ying's voice. "It's forbidden to talk while eating, let me savor you now."

Lan Wangji growls, the sound half animalistic, but it ends in a shaky moan when he feels Wei Ying's hands slide over his skin, the smooth glide of his fingers through the honey raising goosebumps on Lan Wangji's skin - all the while the delicious roughness of Wei Ying's tongue cleans up the honey on his lower body. God, if only Wei Ying would go lower-

His fingers move over Lan Wangji's nipples, teasing the sensitive buds until they raise, hard and wanting, and without warning, slid up just enough to take one in his mouth. Lan Wangji's back arched off the bed, rope biting into his skin as he did, a pitiful sound escaping him.

Wei Wuxian laughed, sultry and teasing, as he let the very tips of his fangs graze over Lan Wangji's right nipple before moving on to the same to his left, reveling into the sweet taste and his lover's even sweeter reactions. He continued his journey upwards, kissing a trail of honeyed kisses onto Lan Wangji's neck and giving himself the freedom to sink his teeth over his jugular, just enough to draw the right amount of blood to bruise.

"You're mine now, Hanguang-Jun." he all but purred in Lan Wangji's ear. "And I'm going to very thoroughly take advantage of you."

Before Lan Wangji could even think to protest, he felt Wei Wuxian's hand slide over the side of his face, fingers coming to brush against the two horns protruding from his forehead.

"Wei Ying, no-!"

Wei Wuxian let the very tips of his claws scratch over the hard texture of one the horns. "No?"

Lan Wangji thrashed his head away, the sensation overwhelming. "No, don't-"

"You always like pulling on my tail, biting my ears... yet I can't even touch these? How unfair of you, Hanguang-Jun." Wei Wuxian teasingly chided, no intention of stopping as his caresses became more intentional, moving over the bumps and branch-like structures of Lan Wangji's dragon horns.

He writhed at the feeling, and Wei Wuxian found him equal parts adorable as he did irresistible - so, while he left one hand to play there, he slid the other down, where Lan Wangji's cock throbs with need.

"Say, Hanguang-Jun, will you forgive me for this if I make you cum now?"

"No!"

"Tsk, pretentious." Still, he let his hand move over Lan Wangji's length, admiring the weight and size of it. "Then I'm done being nice too."

Lan Wangji glared, horny and incredulous. "This is nice?"

"You're one to talk. Your 'nice' has left me immobile for a week. At least my type of 'nice' isn't that cruel."

"You like cruel."

"I do." Wei Wuxian let his covering fall off his shoulders, the material leaving his skin like water, before taking his favorite position atop his lover. "So give me what I like."

It was seconds later that Wei Wuxian's sharp claws cut through the ropes binding Lan Wangji, the newfound freedom allowing Lan Wangji enough room to regain his dominance.

With Wei Wuxian under him, his eyes glinting in victory, Lan Wangji decided he really had enough of his husband's "nice".

"What're going to do to me, mighty Hanguang-Jun?" Wei Wuxian asks as he wraps his legs around Lan Wangji's. "Should I scream for help yet?"

"You will."

Wei Wuxian nearly screamed when he felt frostbite on his chest, Lan Wangji's cold breath raising goosebumps and unforgiving shivers from his body. The difference in temperature had his body tingle.

"No, Lan Zhan-"

"No?" Lan Wangji parroted his earlier tone. "A shame."

He leaned to kiss and lick into Wei Wuxian's mouth, his breath icy, careless of Wei Wuxian's gasps and protests about it. He moved, unrelenting, down his neck - where he let his fangs bite in, mirroring the mark Wei Wuxian left on him - biting his nipples, and licking hot and cold down Wei Wuxian's body. Red lines left in his wake, the texture of his tongue and the cold of his breath marking his beloved.

He wanted to be a bit evil, and so he very lightly blew a two of his coldest breaths over Wei Wuxian's cock, all too happy with the startled, screaming moans that followed.

"Lan Zhan, I said-"

"You said to give you what you like." And Lan Wangji allowed himself to check whether Wei Wuxian had been thorough enough in preparing himself, a finger sliding inside him. "So I am."

"You're horrible!"

Lan Wangji could barely hold in a laugh. "Am I?" And then, without warning, he slid inside Wei Wuxian, a scandalized scream leaving him at the sudden intrusion, claws coming to dig into Lan Wangji's forearms, eyes tearful.

"Wait, Lan Zhan- don't you know I'm delicate?! It hurts!"

"Aren't I terrible?" he growls, slamming his cock hard inside his lover. "Why should I care?"

"I didn't mean it!" Wei Wuxian squealed as he felt Lan Wangji's merciless rhythm batter up his insides. "You're not terrible! You're great, you're amazing, I love you-"

"Pointless."

"No - ahhh!"

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About five hours later, they finally got sated (and tired) enough to stop - and had the horrible realization that, though incredibly sexy, honey could get pretty damn sticky on silk bedsheets.

"You change them." Wei Wuxian whined, "I'm too sore."

Lan Wangji sent him a flat look (which with the mess he had become, looked really funny). "This was your idea."

"Which you agreed to!"

"I'm not moving."

"I'm not either."

"We'll sleep like this then?"

"I don't mind. Do you?"

With a sigh, Lan Wangji got up to dress and find new bedsheets.

"Fix me a bath too, my dear husband!"

[astraeus-moon]

@melchinafan Sorry for the late ish response I feel kinda sick so it took me a while longer to organize my thoughts. Also here we fucking go apologies for no read more sins I am on mobile

And no I haven't seen those ign articles! More canon info to add to my hordes! And Jacob :( sad baby girl. I'll probably post those (The screenshots of the new info)  later for easy access for others

Your point on all 4 of heros being effected makes me wonder if Grave lock girls magic has sort of an area of effect or if the alpha vampires magic is a double edged sword in positively affecting the heros

And ooooo I didn't know there were other blood remnants that came in dif forms makes me wonder if they are somewhat similar to the alpha vamp remnants bc I think i remember it being mentioned somewhere the vial also had psychic residue?? Could not be I'm just losing it but eh. And the psychic residue perhaps being in the blood/body? And that's why it alters you?

And yeah I agree! I think that we don't carry them into the fight just to crack open the door and sort of wave a red flag at a bull sort of way

And then when the alpha vampire dies we get the remnant imbued with a bit of that vamps specific magic

And yeah perhaps using the skulls almost a psychic lockpick if those chosen had been imbued with some of the alphas powers (referring to the trickle down effect you noticed, Vampire mlm is a concept that will be lodged in my brain now)

The biggest one for Bellwether not giving a shit I believe was a piece of dialog that said like "once we get out of here do you think they'll drop a nuke on this place" which made me laugh bc I audibly went just like resident evil grqt2h3 which despite some of the negative reviews comparisons to other games the lack of resident evil with vampires is making me laugh (I mean it in a positive way I'm very attached to RE)

Plus I don't think a privately funded not so small military/mercanary group is gonna lose sleep over a "few" civilian casualties (especially not when you can write em off as vampire deaths when it comes down to it)

Yeah I agree! One of my main grievances was I wish that side quest/mini bosses got more diversity and watchers idk if those are miniboss types as I think they go down p easy (but like I said can't/haven't played the game so I could be wrong) they seem closer to the mutated cultists than "true" vampires

And totally get you on lore one of my other favorite games is destiny 2 and holy shit the amount of environmental storytelling/lore is so strong they have a fan run website to compile it all so I totally get you.

And ooo I'm always looking for new games to watch/obsess over so I'll have to check it out

And yeah unfortunately the people I watched wernt too into grave lock collecting and the only 100 locations video I've found doesn't play em in full

And yeah with Addison I won't spoil it but holy shit he was the worst one too me I wrote out/expanded on the house of Echos mission so I was rewatching and it ended up being 4k words but also it was woof. I almost wish they swapped the order of the map start out in the second way with the other 2 then work into the 1st area for the hollow man

Yeah my sort of interpretation (both in how I'm writing and general fun) is that his Ravens outlines + his guns lock on are from that eye but a fun thing I had was giving them all like the way things are highlighted blue for you to grab some of the psychic residue as most of the psychic energy we see (barring layla) tend to be a pale blue - teal(?) Ish color and it was just funny to me that the highlights for important objects were similar

I agree with vampires probably having night vision as they are supposed to be a sort of apex predator so night vision fits with the whole can't go in the sun.  It does make me wonder if Jacob would run into issues in direct sunlight with that eye time to invest in sunglasses my guy

And yeah I hadn't considered the psychic spaces as like stronger spaces where the trance is louder, bc in my thoughts I think the trance is a seperate but adjacent magic thing to what turned them into vampires

It definitely seems like the magic sort of got them all or bolstered abilities in some way and come on we both know that devs def smart enough to crack teleportation lmaooo necessity is the mother of invention and all that. But I do think that magic and science go hand in hand (destiny 2 is so great for that reason aswell because so much of what looks like magic can be kinda turned into science)

I think Remis ult is pure video game but healing it would make sense if it gave out a sort of opposite end of the spectrum vampire healing and helped you regenerate by like tapping into that magic that's settled in you or the vials/remnants

yeah we don't know how the healing actually works as you don't regen health unless you find medpacks which leads me to believe you do have to needle and thread it up instead of magic video game heal as explained in dishonored or prey

And yeah I'm assuming vamp regen at best at worst, you should uhhhh probably got get that looked at bud and yeah blood as fuel is a good idea even if it was connected or disconnected

And yeah the tissues, I'd imagine a wash cloth would be slightly more useful than tissues but eh and yeah sort of a gunk goop dripping thing (ie Eris Morn from destiny with her hive eyes)

And yeah! I think to be a bloodbag/sin eater it also I think is slightly voluntary(?) As the sin eaters are like that. And the blood bags seem pretty eager so maybe the most devoted cultists get turned into em

And yeah I'm uncertain bc I remember for one of the missions Jacob has a line like "but slitting the throat of your neighbor to get in." Or smth like that it's been awhile

And yeah vampire mlm, and yeah definitely maybe the more sacrifices brought in = higher chance of getting turned

I think it's a bit of both as we see with the alphas they were all real shitty people beforehand and yknow being willing to kill others to further your own gain definitely fits under "bloodsucker" (derogatory) in my mind lmao

And I think that's why Jason got away was bc hes not a bad person and was rather selfless hence but still also perhaps shaped by the intent of the person giving you magic (jacobs raven, laylas telekinesis which is something other higher up vampires can do as weve seen with the sea) But also made to shape you're own natural abilities remis healing, devs gadgets :) especially in those latter two cases where they wernt forced really to have the powers

The slow boil is soooo intresting to me bc like where were they? Like in the nests psychic spaces and just coming out to feed plus with the size of the alphas I think that'd kick up a fuss

I think probably a but of both, as drug trials/medical research like aevum was doing was bound to test on mice at least and upon observing the effects may have worked there way up to humans but huge fucking claw marks are probably vampires especially from what we've seen they are extraordinarily wasteful with animals perhaps both as food and ensuring surviving humans can't get it

And birds + animals disappearing evokes a similar feeling of when animals tend to dip before natural disasters because there senses and instincts are so much stronger than ours but also vampires killing them because they couldn't go after people yet

also lmao yeah like idk where tf they were going with that like was the plan to eventually move out of redfall or use it like a home base or smth bc you kill the animals and the people you're gonna have to start eating each other

And yeah I have to imagine at least one cultist was wincing and didn't voice it but was very much like aw come on guys

And yeah! Idk if it's ever explained if vampires exclusively have to eat blood/meat or can eat other things aswell

And oh my God don't get me started on the impacts of introducing a fuck ton of apex predators into your ecosystem and food chain not to mention if other animals mutated and are breeding. Like just removing Wolves from Yellowstone was enough to fuck over the ecosystem I can imagine something on this scale plus the probably intense growth from the decomp rates of bodies.. anyone in an environmental science field would be tearing their hair out (specifically my own redfall oc whose a park ranger is not having a great time with that)

You would have to build ground up essentially as trying a top down approach would fuck up the few remaining secondary and primary consumers (obligatory environmental science rant over)

They all def do the trance def is giving hive mind vibes aswell as a removal of emotional/rational thinking makes me wonder if the blood trance heightens base instincts/hunting drive or aggression like with animals being aggressive and shit being fucked

And oh def, bc each of the bosses has there own space but the nests aswell which makes me wonder if vampires have their own allegiances or a nest is like a pack

And yeah hindsights 20/20 and yeah fears a hell of a motivator and cults pray on scared lonely people with no other options and yeah in too deep

I haven't! Unfortunately I haven't watched a dev playthrough and there's not too many multiplaythroughs on YouTube but I'll inform you if I come across any! And as for rough speculation on mothman physique(?) I think leathery makes sense from someone as logical as dev since it glides so it being similar to a bat or moth it almost makes me think of point pleasants.. intresting... statue of the mothman to say the least...

And yeah woof the scientists sure as hell are doing some malpractice although I'd admire arkanes commitment to fuck the rich with them being consistent enemies.  And yeah sorry this got Hella long