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[vixen7243]

Wrong Chat 7

Simon "Ghost" X Johnny "Soap" X AFAB!Reader | TF141 X AFAB!Reader

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It had been a few days following since you'd seen any of the other guys, John had been regularly texting you checking on you and chatting. Kyle had called a few times doing the same, Johnny wasn't getting home quite on time much either but you assumed that was mostly because they must be getting ready to be leaving soon. Who you haven't really heard from was Simon, you texted him the other day and he didn't get back to you till a day and a half later with a short :

Tuesday 7:24 a.m Y/N: Hey Si🤗, will you be busy tomorrow? I was hoping we could go to that little tea shop, I need a restock. I'll even get us some lunch😋 Thursday 8:47p.m Simon💀🖤: Busy right now luv

Starring at the text you sighed, a whole day later he replied to your text, he's been quiet and where you thought at one time you two were getting close something felt off. You almost wanted to ask Johnny if he knew anything but you weren't sure how to bring it up.

Pushing up from the couch you went into the kitchen and pulled from the oven the brownie you had been baking, dinner was done a while ago but you were waiting for Johnny. He had promised you he would be home for dinner and you were getting slightly tired. Hearing the front door open and his familiar chuckle made you light up as you turned and stepped into the threshold to the living room freezing.

The sight before you felt like you were intruding, the gentle caress of Simon's fingers along Johnny's cheek before he knelt down taking his and Johnny's boots off. When he stood they shared a soft kiss before Simon put his mask back over his lips.

Turning on your heel you stood back in front of the brownie, hands shaking, heart pounding in your chest, the heated kiss between Kyle and Johnny a few days ago was so far different from the soft careful kiss between Simon and Johnny. "Bonnie, ye're still awake?"

You didn't miss the confusion in his tone, rather it stung your heart, he couldn't have forgotten his promise. "Yeah."

Turning to look over your shoulder you seen the way Johnny stepped from Simon, their hands unclasping. When Johnny got behind you, even though you could feel the warmth of his body against your back, his arms wrapping around your waist you felt a cold shiver run down your back. "Thought ye would be in bed by now bonnie, everything okay?"

Nodding your head you moved around him setting the brownie on the table yours and his plate dished up and waiting, "I'm going to bed now, I'm pretty tired." Taking the foil off the plates you tossed them before making your way for the stairs, "Enjoy, you can leave the dishes I'll do them in the morning." Avoiding looking at Simon you quickly went up the stairs and closed the door behind yourself. Tearing up you sniffled before grabbing one of your sweatshirts that you hadn't worn in a while before tucking in under the blankets pulling the hoodie up coiling into yourself. Hearing your phone ding you reached for it.

Big Bear🐻🥰: Hi baby, how was your day? Lil Cub🐻❤️: ok -urs? Big Bear🐻🥰: Baby? Lil Cub🐻❤️: ea? Big Bear🐻🥰: Sweat girl, what's wrong? don't say nothing. -Your texts are usually longer...more cheerful

Your heart ached, you wanted to tell John what you witnessed between Johnny and Simon and how you were feeling but you weren't sure how to say anything. You didn't want to be looked at like a fool.

Big Bear🐻🥰: Do I need to come over? Lil Cub🐻❤️: No, but could I come over tomorrow? Big Bear🐻🥰: Of course -You never have to ask that -I'll give you a key tomorrow Lil Cub🐻❤️: you don't have to do that Big Bear🐻🥰: I will, you're always welcome over, even when I'm not there baby -Now -Are you going to tell me what's wrong -Or will I need to wait till tomorrow to get it out of you? Lil Cub🐻❤️: I think I'll talk tomorrow -I don't know how to really talk about it right now Big Bear🐻🥰: Okay baby -Want me to pick you up tomorrow after work? Lil Cub🐻❤️: No, I'll drive over when you get off Big Bear🐻🥰: Let me know when you'll be off tomorrow and I'll meet you at my place Lil Cub🐻❤️: k, night my big bear🐻🥰❤️ Big Bear🐻🥰: Good night my little cub🐻❤️🫶

Putting your phone on the charger you curled back into the blankets sighing your chest feeling heavy. Closing your eyes when you heard the door open and the sound of both men walking in before the shuffling of clothes reached your ears.

"She sleeping?" Simon's gruff voice filled the room, you tried to even your breathing before you felt the blanket lift in front of you and behind you the bed dipping.

"No, but she's trying to act like she is." The humor in his tone vibrated in his chest as he poked your nose. "Why ye all bundled up bonnie? Cold?"

Feeling Simon shuffle up against your back side you shuffled to a ball nodding your head tucking into the pillow, "Ya"

It was quiet for a moment before they both pushed and squeezed you between them, Johnny untucking your limbs to wrap them around him and through your legs over his waist while Simon inched his hands and arms up your sweat shirt. "Then we'll need to fix that." Simon huffed squeezing your sides before one of his hands slipped over to Johnny holding him.

Unable to fall asleep the whole night you stayed as still as possible taking advantage of when they would shift to push and ease them away from your body, which was hard due to each time they would reach out grabbing hold of each other over you or tightening their grip onto you grumbling. When you ended up finally closing your eyes too tired to fight to push them away your phones alarm blared making you jump and the guys start turning and rewrapping around you groaning. Pushing Johnny you huffed, "Move Johnny." Listening to him grumble you were able to climb over him and turned your alarm off before looking over your shoulder and watching as they hugged each other, Johnny's face nuzzled into Simon's chest their legs tangling. As Simon started slowly dragging his hand up and down Johnny's back you made your way to the bathroom with clothes to change. Doing your morning routine you sighed before stepping out and grabbing a bag, to stuff some clothes in before making your way downstairs and getting your coffee and toast, looking at the washed dishes on the counter. Going to the door you started putting your shoes on and grabbed a spare pair before slipping out going to your car.

Pulling into the parking lot you looked at your phone seeing Johnny calling you. Answering just before the ringing stopped you held the phone to your ear walking in, "Morning."

"Bonnie? Where r'ye?"

"Work, sorry, I wasn't able to make breakfast." There was a pause over the phone as you set your stuff down at your desk waiting.

"Evrthin okay?" The hesitancy and nervousness made you feel guilty and sick.

"Yeah, I'm good." You tried so hard to sound normal, whatever that would be.

"What time ye off, thought we co-"

"I'm going over to John's after work tonight." The words flew past your lips cutting him off before you could even think. The silence that followed was deafening, your heart pounding.

"Oh" You heard the hushed tone of Simon asking what's wrong in the back ground, making you feel like you were third wheeling them somehow.

"I have to go, I'm spending the night over there so, I guess I'll see you tomorrow. Bye Johnny." Hanging up before he could respond you set your phone down on your desk staring at it. You almost wanted to call back but decided they can console each other. Getting yourself situated you got to work ignoring the random texts throughout the day from Johnny and surprisingly Simon. But Simon's texts were mostly asking why you were ignoring Johnny, and telling you to at least respond to him. Half way through the day Simon called you and proceeded to leave you a voice mail.

Taking a moment you decided to listen, "Y/N, what's going on? Just answer your phone. You can't answer Gaz and have a 20 minute talk with him to then ignore Johnny right after. Just talk to him, he's worried he did something wrong....... Luv, answer the damn phone." Realizing that you were crying you tried to wipe your face grabbing your things and left, getting into your car you started making your way to John's.

"Hi darling, how's your day?" at hearing you sniffle John set his pen down, "Darlin?"

"I'm heading to your place, I know it's early and your still have work...I'll wai-"

"I'll be there just after you, I'm leaving now." Hearing shuffling and a door closing you sighed.

"I'm sorry."

"Don't apologize, we'll talk properly when I get there." Hearing the firmness in his tone and the care, you tried to stop the tears or broken sob.

"Okay." You really hope you weren't making too big a deal of things but the insecurity of everything was weighing to much on your heart and mind.

"Sweetie, deep breath and relax. Need you getting there in one piece okay?"

"Yeah, yeah I know." Taking the deep breath you made the rest of the way to his place pulling into a spot, "I'm here."

"Right behind you."

Hanging up, you grabbed your over night bag and just before you could open your door it opened and John cupped your cheek looking at you. Breaking again you let him grab your bag from you as you wrapped your arms around him.

"Come on darling, let's get you inside." Following closely behind him you went in. Feeling him pick you up you wrapped your arms around his shoulders before feeling him sit on his couch setting you into his lap. "Okay darling, what's going on?"

Taking a moment to collect yourself you sat up, his hands and fingers carefully wiping tears from your cheeks, "I'm being ridiculous." You whispered.

"No, come on, talk with me." The gentleness of his tone and soft caressing had you thinking of Simon and Johnny.

"Was there ever anything that happened between you all?" The stiff pause before he slowly continued holding you made you pout even more. "Just be honest with me please?"

"We all used to..." Looking up at him he froze up before sighing, "It was long before he met you darling."

"But you all have slept with each other." As he nodded you sniffled, "Have you guys done anything since he and I-"

"No." The firm and quick answer was only reassuring that he hadn't but the gut wrenching feeling that ....

"What about Simon and Johnny?" The broken question made you sob as you stared into his eyes.

"Darling."

"When Johnny and I first started dating he talked about all of you, highly and kindly but he never stopped talking about..." Coughing you shook your head. "It's stupid, I've slept with all of you, I'm d-dating you....but they..." Recollecting yourself you straightened up, "Simon hasn't barely talked to me since that night much anymore and then last night... Johnny had swore to me he would be home for dinner because he hasn't been home like usual and I figured maybe you guys were all getting busy because you guys might be leaving soon. But when they both walked in, the way Simon was touching Johnny, caressing him, and then in bed they were reaching over me." Looking into his eyes you whispered, "I can't help but feel like the mistress that's ruining their happy ending."

John pulled you into his chest kissing your head, his hands rubbing up and down your back, arms, shoulders, everything. Anywhere he can reach he massaged, "I can't begin to tell you how wrong that is, or how much Johnny fucking loves you. When he first just laid his eyes on you, hadn't even talked to you, he was smitten. Talked our ears off on how beautiful you looked and when he finally worked up the courage to start talking to you, he stopped any and all physical relations with us. Every conversation was of your guys happy ending and how taken by you he is." Feeling him laugh you looked up at him, "Bloody fuckin hell luv, when he finally brought you round to introduce you to us, I understood how easy it was for him to be taken by you. I was right jealous and envious, and like I told you before, came back here cock in hand unable to control myself from saying your name every time." Sniffling you giggled, "You didn't ruin any happy bullshit ending darling, you brightened his, ours, all of us. Simon is a man with walls built so high that no matter how much we think we know him....He's quiet but, he cares about you. Dearly, obsessively." He paused for a moment before, "He'd never trust me if he heard me tell you, but darling, when Simon found out Johnny was having you have one night stands and sending him videos, the man was practically begging Johnny to let him sleep with you, bring your nickers for him, pictures or at least send him the videos. At one point he made Johnny do pointless work as pay back for not throwing him a bone to bring him your nickers." The blush covering your face made you tuck your face into his neck.

"Oh my god John."

"I'm serious, but you didn't hear that from me....Nor did you hear that he did steal a pair of your underwear that night we all first slept with you because he wasn't sure if you would want to be with him again." You looked at him with wide eyes.

"Seriously?" You both laughed, sniffling you relaxed into him. "So, I was actually just over thinking then, huh?"

"Sorry darling, but yeah. Johnny wouldn't ever do anything to risk losing you." The soft chuckle in his tone made you blush like a tomato, "Simon really does care about you lil cub." The nick name had you looking up at him. He kissed just beside your lips humming to himself. "Working yourself up like that, poor lil cub."

Feeling thoroughly foolish and slowly aroused by how deep John's voice is getting as he starts calling you by his special nickname. As the both of you started kissing John's phone started ringing. You guys pulled apart as he pulled his phone out, he glanced at you before answering and putting the phone on speaker.

"Cap? Where'r ye?"

You looked at John eyes widening, you held your breathe, "I went home for the day."

The line was quiet, and when you heard Simon question him on where their captain was your heart clenched. "Are you with her?"

You looked down into your lap before feeling his hand on your waist move up and tilt your chin. "Yeah, she's right here."

You pouted not yet sure what to say, "Johnny?"

It was so quiet before a broken sigh rang through the phone and Simon's trying to get Johnny to answer him, "Bonnie, whatever I did, bonnie, I'm so very sorry. Please talk to me. What did I do?" He started breaking down over the phone, you heard what sounded like Simon shuffling and moving Johnny somewhere before a door closed. Hearing Johnny sniffle and pleading for you to talk to him made you cry with him.

"Johnny, Johnny baby listen." The both of you sniffled as you listened to him taking deep breathes, "I'm sorry for not answering you, I'm sorry. You didn't d-do anything, it was just all in my head."

"Hey, no, no Johnny, you and Simon get Kyle and come to my place, there's a bit we need to talk about to clear things up."

"Clear what up?" Simon's voice made you look away trying to turn your body subconsciously from him still ashamed.

Feeling John pinch your side you flinched looking at him with your eye brows scrunched up, "A misunderstanding and something that should've been cleared up from the start of this."

"Oh fuck, Bonnie..." And like that you already knew Johnny could tell what was the matter. "Bonnie-"

"No, not over the phone please." You whispered shame and guilt making you curl back into John's chest.

The line was quiet before both men sighed, "Okay, okay, we'll find Kyle and be right there." Before anyone hung up Johnny sighed again cursing under his breathe, "Bonnie, I love you so damn much."

"Me too." Hanging up the phone you leaned into John again feeling so stupid and scared. You really hoped he wasn't mad at you, hoped none of them would be mad at you, John says they all care about you but they can care and still be annoyed and mad at you. "I'm such a idiot, my big bear." You groaned stuffing your face into his neck.

"Keep up this pity party you have going and I'm going to put you over my knee, lil cub. We'll all talk once they get here, it was an overlooked factor. It'll get cleared up, now stop pouting and calling yourself stupid."

Biting your lip you smirked a little looking up at him, "You'll put me over your knee, big bear?"

The grin on his face before you squealed in surprise when he man handled you to your stomach in his lap, his big palm squeezing and rubbing your ass before a swift slap made you gasp. "I follow through with my word lil cub. Do you need more?"

Trying not to moan, your thighs clenched together before glancing over your shoulder you gripped his leg before arching your back making your ass raise a little into his palm, "Maybe a few more, sir."

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I DON'T KNOW! Hopefully ya'll enjoyed, apologize for the big gap in posting, life as been real crap lately. Going to start getting back into the groove of writing again though, have quite a few more story ideas and maybe some shorts. If ya'll have ideas or requests always feel free to send them in. 🤗🫡

[scarletgray]

[kestrelteens]

Whew! I really really loved this set so much that I had to convert, well, almost everything?

The Nostalgia Living by @awingedllama has been my fave ever since it came out and I was just waiting for an ounce of my converting motivation to come back to get down to business. And it finally happened!

Because there are 50+ items in this set and it would take me 2 hours to list all of them, I will link this handy dandy catalog the original creator made so you can see what you're getting: RIGHT HERE. All of the objects are fairly low poly so you don't need to worry about that.

Some important information + previews can be found under the cut!

Enjoy & have fun! ♥

download (sfs) // alt download (mediafire)

grab the collection file here

There is a gaming console override included! Well, the console is buyable in the catalog and the override is for the controller so you need that package. It will conflict with any other overrides you have!

ALSO, 'cause there are some adorable vintage frames included in the set, I thought I could make them into changeable sim portraits! Now your sim family's portraits can match the fireplace (which is functional, also).

A lot of the items are repositoried to eachother! The shelving system, the couch, I did make note of that in the folders so you know what to download. Also, all the shelves have 10+ slots, the 'Dad's library' books function as bookshelves (and have slots on top of them).

The items I haven't converted and why (BUT I will look into them in the upcoming days I was just way too tired now lol sorry): draperies (the mesh appeared broken in the game); drink coaster (I forgot about this little guy); grand mirror (I still have to learn how to convert them lol); triangular shelf (I'm sorry but I really wasn't feeling this shelf, I remember it from my childhood and I always hated it in other ppl's houses lmao);

I also wanted to make the ceiling fan animated so it can spin and function as a light at the same time, but unfortunately right now that is above my converting capabilities! But I will look into that as well.

Right now I'm working on converting the build mode items! Precisely the doors, but the wallpapers + the carpets are included now. I will also convert the Nostalgia kitchen but it might take me a while 'cause I'm learning stuff about animating objects so I can also fix the CHALK kitchen I know it's ass, bear with me pls lmao ♥

AND this set is huge so I just know that I have forgotten about something or I have misplaced something in the folders, my adhd is having a field day SO please let me know if anything is missing or might not be working as intended! ♥

AND I mustn't forget to thank @tvickiesims for helping me out with the shelves and solved the issue of them not being recolorable, thank you Vickie! ♥

[redhoodkisser]

early mornings

it's a weekend, and you thought about going out to the library that morning. but dick had other plans..

warnings : none!

You were awoken by your exceptionally, loud alarm. Quickly reaching over to turn it off, checking the time while you were at it. 7:27 AM. Maybe it was a good time to get up and take a shower now. You had already planned a ton of stuff for that morning and one of them was heading to the library that was right around the corner, right next to your favourite cafe. It was all so exciting to think about that you had to get up right now!

..If you could even get it done quietly without your boyfriend realizing you got out of the bed without waking him up with his daily morning kisses. You had completely forgotten about Dick, who was still asleep, his arms wrapped tightly around your waist like he was hugging a huge teddy bear in his sleep, and you were that teddy bear. You needed to find a way to slip out of his grasp, any kind of way. He will literally wake up at any sound or movement you make in bed.

You moved his arm just a little bit and he tightened his grip around your waist. He nuzzled the back of your neck, planting a few soft kisses against your skin while he was at it. He muttered something unintelligible in-between the kisses.

“Mm, could you repeat that, Dick?” You asked as you rolled over to face him. Okay, now all you had to do was convince him to let you go out while he was groggy like this. He repeated what he said, but it was still unintelligible. This was your chance.

“Hey, babe. Can I ask you something? Pretty please?” You asked in an innocent tone of voice. He hummed in response, his hand reaching out for a few strands of stray hair and tucking it behind your ear.

“Could I.. maybe..” you paused your sentence, watching his expression change to a curious one as he waited to hear your question. “..Go to the library around the corner? I want to get a few books and–”

“No.” His answer was direct, a slight frown painted itself onto his face. “Babe, you have the day off, and you don't want to spend it with me? I already have so much stuff I thought about doing with you! Are you seriously going to the library? Without me?”

“Okay, okay. I'm sorry, Dick.”

There was a moment of silence before he broke it, “..you really wanna go, sweetheart?” He asked in a whisper, feeling bad.

“Yeah, sort of. I promise I won't be there for long I just–” Dick quickly cut you off with a kiss on your lips before looking back at you with a goofy smile on his face. “I'll come with you, if that makes you happy.”

“Yay! Come on, I have the perfect outfit for this occasion!" You beamed, planting a kiss on his cheek and getting out of bed.

note ; hii i haven't written anything in so long 😭 school got in the way,, sorry for thatt but enjoy this short fluff i managed to get out for you guys :) have a good day/night loves! <3

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[softstarlite]

The Casualty of Love

CHAPTER 1

Summary: He's back home. You have almost forgotten how warm his eyes were and how big your crush for him was.

Warnings: Age gap (Javier is 40 and reader is 27), mentions of death.

Rating: +18 (Not explicit)

Word Count: 1.5k

Masterlist

A/N: sorry guys that this one is kind of short, I promise that it is because is the first chapter that I write after almost 4 years without writing anything at all and because I have a terrible big cold bullying me. But I promise that future chapters will be much longer, I hope this one gets you hook up (please remember that English is not my first language) :-))

Divider by @saradika

Javier didn't though he would be waking up in his old bed in his parents house ever again, for him there were only two options, dying on the field in Colombia or working on the DEA until he would be too old and they would force him to retire from the field and he would just live the rest of his days in Miami to be close with the only people he would have then, Steve and Connie.

After everything that happened with the Cali Cartel, Los Pepes and the government of Colombia, the DEA “invited” him into retirement, for a bit he thought about moving to Miami but he couldn't bear thinking about turning his back to his pops again, even more now that he was alone in that big ranch.

“Fuck…” he rises up from the old bed, his back protesting. He makes his way into the kitchen, where his dad is already dressed up and drinking a cup of coffee.

“I made a pot, mijo” Chucho says, signaling with his head towards the coffee maker and sipping.

“Gracias, pa” after two weeks of the same routine, waking up, drinking at least one cup of coffee, getting dressed and spending the day keeping himself busy around the ranch so he wouldn't have to even think, Javi was getting tired of what his life looked like now. He loved his pops with all his heart but between the absence of his mom that was their string of unity and the many years that they've had spend away from each other, he felt like there was always a tension when they were together.

“Mijo, would you mind going into town today to pick a few things up for me?” his dad says while getting up from the kitchen table and putting the empty mug in the sink.

“Sure, pops. Just make me a list and i'll go after feeding the cattle”

Taking the keys out of the ignition and making your way across the parking lot to the little store, your head, more specifically your forehead, collapses with a hard thing.

“ Ouch” you rub your forehead while looking at where your purse has landed.

“Uh, fuck” you hear a masculine but almost familiar voice say from above you. Your gaze comes up to be met with a pair of chocolate brown eyes that you have for sure seen before.

“Ja-Javi?” you say with wide eyes and mouth agape. He mumbles your name like a question, like he can't believe what he's seeing, was it truly you? you looked so… so different, so grown up…

“So it's true, you really are back, eh?” you can feel the corners of your mouth rise a little while you say it.

“Been for two weeks…” his eyes can't help but to roam your body “you… look different…” he says more to himself than you.

“Well, that's what more than a decade does to someone” you chuckle.

“It really has been that long? Mierda…” he runs a hand through his hair.

You suddenly realize that your purse it's still on the floor, so you pick it up. For a few seconds an awkward silence floats between you too, in which you both just stare at each other.

You then realize something, “espera, you´ve been back for two weeks and you haven't been to my mama´s house? She's going to kill you when she finds out, you know it right?” you nervously rub your hands together in front of you.

“Shit, you´re right…” he closes his eyes tightly, “with helping my pops getting the ranch in a better shape and all, i forgot about going to Maria´s…”

“Hey, I'm sure if you explain it to her, she'll understand it. You´ve always been her favorite anyways” you give him a reassuring smile that he reciprocates with another, but somehow it looks like it almost pains him to do so, like he has not given a real one for way too long.

Javier chuckles, “well, after so many years away and only picking up like three of her phone calls a year, i wouldn't bet on been her favorite anymore”

“Yeah… I don't think that could ever be possible. And if the amount of times she talks about his Javiercito are indicating of it, you definitely are on top of the list still” you don't take your eyes off of his, you had almost forgotten how warm they can be and now it was almost impossible to pull yourself away from that warmth.

He changes the subject, still feeling guilty about how much he felt he had abandoned his parents in one of their hardest times in life and also the woman he felt that was like a second mother to him.

María, your mom, was his mom's best friend, they had been since high school. His parents became parents at a very early age, most people in Laredo gave them side eyes and their back for a long time, but your mom never did, she was there even when Alma Peña discovered that she was indeed pregnant and not just sick.

She was even the third person to ever hold him, after his own parents.

Your parents didn't have you until they were 30, so Javier was just like a first born child for your mom for 13 years until she had you.

Alma and Chucho did try to have more children but life had a weird sense of humor and after giving them a son they weren't looking for at such a young age, it decided to not give them anymore children. So when Maria had you, Alma Peña held you in her arms even before your father did and she loved you like her little girl until her last breath.

“How old are you now? You were only like 12 when I left” he shifts from one leg to the other.

“I was actually 15,” you chuckle “don't worry, didn't expect you to remember, you were too busy all the time to even notice me” you say a little fast, trying to hide that the fact hurted you every time you thought about it. “I'm 27 now” you give him a tight smile.

“Almost the age I was when I left. Wow, time really has passed, eh?” he says with an air of sadness in his eyes.

“Yeah, that happens” you feel an awkward tension growing between you so you change the subject fast “so… you're just working on the ranch now?”

“Yeah… pops needs the help anyway, he's getting old. I would rather not see him deal with the ranch chores by himself anymore” he looks at the ground of the parking lot for a brief moment then his gaze rises up again towards you “what are you doing now that you´re not in high school anymore?” he asks you with a tiny smirk.

“I changed one school for another,” you giggle “I went to college to get a teaching degree and after working in Boston for a few years, when my dad got sick, i moved back home to help ma with him before he died, then i just stayed for her and your dad to be honest. I'm working at the elementary school now” when you mention your dad, your face can't help but make a tight lip expression, you didn't have a good relationship with him, and you couldn´´t understand why your mom didn't leave his ass for so many years. But your relationship with your mom was pretty good considering the circumstances.

“Sorry about him by the way, even if you guys had a rocky relationship” he gives you a worried look, like he wanted to ask a million questions about how you felt back then and feel now about it, but they never leave his mind. “Your mom told me about it in one of her calls…”

“Yeah, thank you. She was devastated when it happened and I think she felt like she couldn't confide in me because of my situation with him, so she only talked about it with Chucho” you re adjust the purse in your shoulder “well i need to buy a few things and then get back home to ma, I'll tell her that you´ll be visiting soon?” you ask, putting your gaze back into his warm eyes.

“Oh, yeah, yeah. Tell her I'll be there on Friday, after finishing my chore on the ranch” he says, almost nervously putting his hands inside of the pockets in his tight jeans.

“Okay, I'll let her know Javi. She'll start making food today, I'm sure” you chuckle and take a step away “see you on Friday, bye!” you wave to him and make your way across the parking lot to enter the little store.

“Bye…” Javier mumbles more to himself than to you, since you were far already. His eyes can't help to roam the back side of your body in your sundress while you walk away from him, when he catches himself, he shakes the thoughts roaming his mind away and walks to his truck to go back to the ranch.

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[miss-briar-novels]

AGHHHHHH NOW I WANNA KNOW HOW ROs REACT TO MC BEING THE ONE PROPOSING TO THEM (deep romance💒)

You ask for it, you get it! ♡

☆ Arche/Aurora's eyes widen, an expression so out of place on their face. Dark brows crease, lips set in a straight line, and no sound comes out of their mouth for a while.

I am beginning to feel a bit nervous.

"I am sorry, did I hear you correctly?"

"I..." I don't shy away from our eye contact, "I want to spend my life with you. By your side."

Something unexpected happens. Grey eyes turn gentle, and an expression of utter fondness replaces that of a ruler looking at their subject. Arche/Aurora smiles.

"Are you certain, MC?" They begin, "It will mean giving up many things..." A hand covered with an elegant looking glove comes to rest on my cheek.

I smile. "As sure as I will ever be."

"Hmm," they mirror my expression.

And we get lost looking at each other, trying to commit each other's features to memory, as if we haven't done it hundreds of times before.

☆ Azure/Averil looks as if they have forgotten how to speak. I watch their face turn bright red.

"W...what?" They splutter. "Did I hear you right, love?"

I let out a fond sigh and shake my head. "I love you."

"Yeah. Yeah, I know." They clear their throat. "But that..."

Worry begins to take root in my heart. "Azure/Averil... you don't want-"

"By Gods, MC! Of course, I want to." They clasp my hands in theirs, "I have desired nothing more in my life. I want nothing more than you."

I chuckle, cheeks gaining a pink hue. "I am glad."

"I hope I can make you feel as happy as you make me."

"Oh, Azure/Averil... if only you knew."

Their grin brightens.

☆ Zephyr/Zerena merely raises an eyebrow. "You wanna get married?"

"Gods, Zephyr/Zerena." I roll my eyes, cheeks flushed in embarrassment. "I practised so hard..."

"Hey," they chuckle, putting a hand on my cheek and touching my bottom lip with their thumb, "You just caught me off guard."

This time, I look at them with an extremely unimpressed look. "Really?"

"Mhm, really. Let a guy/girl gather his/her bearings." Zephyr/Zerena looks at me with narrowed eyes, affection lacing each word they speak.

"So...?"

"I am down."

I laugh. "You are down to get married?"

They pull me into an embrace. "Yeah, I am."

I return the hug and bury my face in their chest. "Nice."

We both chuckle.

☆ Uri/Usna's eyes widen comically large. "MARRIAGE?"

I wince at how loud it was. "Uri/Usna, you ruined the romantic atmosphere."

"Love, you do know what you just said, right?" They breathe out, "Man, you completely shocked me."

I can't hold back my laughter. "Yeah, I can see that."

They smirk, the usual confidence coming back as they put a finger under my chin. "You wanna spend your life with me so bad." It's not even a question, just a statement.

I roll my eyes in exasperation. "This isn't how I expected the proposal to go."

They laugh. "You love me anyway."

I smile, "Yeah," I put their hand in mine, "I do."

Uri/Usna gaze at me with nothing but love. "My heart is beating too fast, MC."

We laugh softly.

[lordsukunas]

boyfriend! yuuta hcs for valentine's day!

happy (early) valentine's day y'all! if ur single, buy urself some chocolate<3 anyway, i hope y'all like this. the ending is rushed... whoops. pls enjoy & here is a song i think fits yuuta :3

boyfriend! yuuta who asks you to be his valentine on the first of feb with a handmade card. he even gives you a little bag of heart-shaped candy.

boyfriend! yuuta whose face flushes when you smile so sweetly at him and agree to be his valentine. he's pretty sure his heart stopped for a good three beats.

boyfriend! yuuta who spends the next thirteen days trying to come up with the perfect gift. of course, he knows you like the back of his hand, so finding a gift shouldn't be difficult. and, well, it isn't. but yuuta wants you to have the perfect gift.

boyfriend! yuuta who buys all of the typical gifts: chocolates, a cuddly teddy bear with a heart, a heart-shaped balloon, and roses.

boyfriend! yuuta who, ever the dutiful lover, asks maki and nobara for advice. both say a hard no to the roses.

"they're so stereotypical. makes it seem like you don't really care, y'know?"

they're tempted to say no to all of his other options, finding them a bit... corny, but the crestfallen look on yuuta's face when they boo the flowers kills any thoughts of disapproving his other options. plus, knowing you, you're bound to like it.

boyfriend! yuuta who takes maki's and nobara's advice to heart. he never wants to neglect you or make you feel unwanted.

boyfriend! yuuta who does his research on the different types of flowers and their meanings. he jots down some on a sticky note, but the second he comes across the forget-me-nots, his decision is made.

boyfriend! yuuta who scrolls through forums and social media posts to find an idea of what the perfect gift for you should be.

boyfriend! yuuta who buys you this necklace. he thinks it's beautiful, and it's not as forward as a promise ring.

boyfriend! yuuta who perfectly wraps and bags your gifts. he wraps the heart-shaped box of chocolates, places the teddy bear into a gift bag with red and pink tissue paper, and ties the box holding your necklace with a red ribbon.

boyfriend! yuuta who makes sure the bouquet of forget-me-nots are fresh and cut.

boyfriend! yuuta who can't stop bouncing his leg while waiting for you to show up. the waitress has asked him if he needed anything about three times.

boyfriend! yuuta who smiles nervously when you enter the cafe and take a seat at the somewhat secluded table.

boyfriend! yuuta who tries his best to ignore the knots in his stomach as he places his gifts on the table. there's already an apology ready on his tongue if you don't like any of the gifts or if you're allergic to chocolate, despite yuuta asking you numerous times beforehand and seeing you eat chocolate before.

boyfriend! yuuta whose anxiety instantly disappears once he sees that beautiful smile bloom on your face and the grateful twinkle in your eyes.

boyfriend! yuuta who decides right then and there that he'd do anything to continue seeing that big, bright smile.

note: sorry i haven't posted... writing has been difficult lately + skewl has been ass SOO yeah! sorry y'all :( umm i have sumn for bff! sukuna but idk if anyone would actually like it? like i don't wanna ruin the og post by posting some sequel (prequel?) that nobody gaf abt. also try for 400+ notes on that post omg!!! also also i swear i haven't forgotten abt daycare attendant! nanami i just have no ideas n the ones i do have are rotting in drafts... anyway i've rambled long enough ENJOY UR DAYYYY GUYS <333

[oneatlatime]

City of Walls and Secrets

I am also once again saving the commentary for a rewatch.

I still think rock trains are neat but their inefficiencies hurt my brain. The friction! They should at least install dynamic braking.

That's big. This show has really confined itself to the hinterlands so far, so this is really novel. I had no clue anything this big existed in the Avatar universe.

Complete nitpick time! Given that earthbending is a thing that exists, why bother making things out of stone with individual tiles like this?

Single most threatening musical sting of the whole show so far goes to an overly smiley tour guide.

Wow! I hate this lady already!

"Oh, Ba Sing Se has many walls! There are the ones outside, protecting us, and the ones inside, protecting us from smelly poors!"

"In case someone brings home a lady friend!" Do you know your nephew AT ALL?

Both Iroh and Zuko are right. Life does happen everywhere and without your permission. But, the city is also remarkably prison-like.

He got them jobs in an afternoon. AN AFTERNOON. Stop it Iroh, you're making me feel inadequate.

Once a fuckboy, always a fuckboy. This particular leopard can't change his spots, no matter how he tries to dress up his actions in a new law-abiding veneer. I feel sorry for Smellerbee. Her faith in her leader isn't exactly being rewarded.

So... is there a law on the books that makes being a firebender illegal in Ba Sing Se? Because the head-in-the-sand vibe I'm getting from Judy makes me think that the average citizen doesn't even know there's a reason to dislike the Fire Nation. Iroh and Zuko could probably bend as openly as a waterbender or an earthbender could here.

This whole being handled thing must be dredging up some pretty nasty feelings for Toph. This is specifically what she left behind.

Speaking of precisely targeted torture, Judy is engineered to be as irritating to Sokka as possible. Man of action versus Lady of script.

What a productive use of time! What an exemplary case of turning over a new leaf!

Iroh buddy I have news for you regarding the ingredients of tea.

That's like the nicest thing a member of the Fire Nation royal family has said all year.

How to get Iroh's ass in gear: Step 1: Make insulting tea. Step 2: There is no step 2.

I thought that little thingy in the background was one of those electricity things.

The attention to detail in this show is stupid. There's a moving reflection of the carriage in the water as it goes past.

Hi forbidden city!

Ba Sing Se has a morality police?

I've already run out of patience with the city and I'm 7 minutes in. I haven't even made it to a commercial break yet!

Their house is cute but the veranda is so substantial that it's probably really dark inside. Also there's a pumpkin hood ornament on the roof.

I don't think you can stop there for a month. Have you guys forgotten the now-doubled ticking clock? Eclipse and comet?

Oh ok we're doing 1984 now. Damn. This show goes places.

I stand corrected. Everyone knows about the war and would be appropriately non-welcoming to firebending. But not openly. This could be like one of those Bugs Bunny bits where he traps someone in societal rules. If someone told a firebender not to bend, all they would have to do to get the guy off their case would be to ask why they aren't supposed to be firebending. What's the guy going to say, because there's a war on?

Shout out to Pong for doing the Gaang a solid and providing the only useful info since they've arrived.

There is something very Gollum-like about Jet, crouched in laundry on a roof in the dark, talking to his stolen spark rocks.

Sokka. Feet off the artwork.

Time for Toph to weaponise her oppressive upbringing and out-fancy the fancies in the name of ending the war.

Aang can master an element in a couple of months but a qualified expert declared manners to be beyond him.

I just realised that Sokka and Katara don't have a last name.

Sneaking into a Bear's (JUST Bear's) birthday party may be the single least violent infiltration attempt in the show so far.

Smellerbee is very articulate, and it's rare that this show spells out its themes so obviously. No metaphors, just "you're obsessed. It's not healthy." And Jet still doesn't get it. Maybe Smellerbee should have tried metaphors.

Normally glowy green stuff is bad news, but all of Ba Sing Se's green lighting is surprisingly cozy.

Sometimes, rarely but sometimes, Zuko has to put up with a lot of nonsense.

A raise? Did I miss a timeskip?

Busting in to a local business, yelling about the enemy, pulling out a lethal weapon: How to Look Sane, A Guide by Jet.

Customers, amirite?

I guess the Bei Fongs are too minor as nobles?

"You don't know what I had to do to get seats this near the bear!" but I want to.

I know this guy's voice from something.

Momo ghost plan. I want it.

Pretty funny that the busboys plan works better than the fancy ladies plan. Goes to show you should always play to your strengths.

Get de-wheated punk.

I'm not sure I've rooted for Zuko this wholeheartedly since The Storm.

Jet be like.

Judy is not good at her job. Like really not good. Her insistence on getting out of there before they cause a scene caused the scene. Nice going!

The music slowing down when Judy's face falls is really effective.

You ever get the feeling that it should be Aang who ran away to the circus rather than Ty Lee?

Actually a travelling circus would be a great way to be, and remain, an incognito airbender. Aang should have done that rather than frozen himself. Ok I'm not sure how much say he had in that, but you know what I mean.

For the first time in his life, Zuko has people take his side. It's too bad that it's based on a lie, but it must feel nice.

I would have preferred if Zuko had a clean win against Jet - they're both great with swords, but I thought Zuko was better - but an assist from the funky hat police works too.

I'm getting some funky vibes from the funky hat police.

Bye! I won't miss you!

The face on the guy on the left is the funniest part of this episode.

Now these are some funky hats.

I know this scene is supposed to be scary and tense and action-packed, but I can't get over the fact that the king just did a drive by. They carried him in one side and out the other. This concludes the King's presence at his Bear's birthday party. He's a very busy man, you see.

Long Fang's title keeps getting fancier.

Brain washing crops up quite a lot in kids' cartoons. This is not the first time I've seen this plot beat.

Forget the Fire Lord. Forget the Fire Nation. Long Fang just threatened Appa. Long Fang has to die now.

The Judys are replaceable. Given everything else this city seems ok with, they're probably disposable too. Yikes!

Final Thoughts

This episode was probably the most expository I've seen this season. Maybe even the whole show. It was a big infodump with barely any humour. Actually that's wrong; there was humour, but not to my taste.

Jet is infuriating as usual. I think the writers are going for the villainous decay trope, because smooth-talking season one Jet hasn't reappeared once.

I feel really sorry for Smellerbee and the archer guy. I wonder if they even wanted to go to Ba Sing Se in the first place.

Once again, for the third episode in a row, Zuko is one of, if not the, most reasonable character. Season one shouty Zuko is gone. Is this what I think it is? Has Zuko really turned a corner? If so, I'm liking (rather, disliking less) this new Zuko. This is good. I'm also surprised, because in my experience, if you want to domesticate someone, you don't put them in a customer-facing role. That will have the opposite effect and make them turn feral.

Iroh is having too much fun. It's good for him to have something of his own going on. I think he's been in Zuko wrangling mode 24/7 for the last two? three? years, so he definitely deserves to pursue his own interests for a bit. But I can't see Zuko being a tea boy for long before he's back to needing wrangling.

What's the long term plan though? Are Zuko and Iroh going to live the rest of their lives in Ba Sing Se? Are they waiting for something? Are Iroh and Zuko functionally dead, with Lee and Mushi taking their place?

I will give the show credit for finally coming up with and antagonistic force that Aang & company can't just bend or talk into submission. Bureaucratic tomfoolery covering for authoritarian censorship and information suppression and re-education was not something I'd ever have expected in this show, because it's a little too much like the real world, if you know what I mean.

I don't like seeing our heroes unable to triumph, so this episode was kind of uncomfortable to watch. It felt off the whole way through, which I credit to that creepy music box tune that played throughout. The soundtrack of this episode was a cut above what I usually hear in this show. I noticed it more than I usually do, and I mean that in a good way.

As someone who'd be lucky to pass as a busboy, upper class intrigue and social games stuff doesn't do it for me, so this wasn't an episode I was going to enjoy anyway. I preferred the B plot with Zuko and Iroh, for the sheer absurdity of the concept. Imagine you're in 1950s London, having barely survived the Blitz, and you come across Himmler working in a pub. It's so odd that it almost wraps back around to normal again.

I didn't find this episode very enjoyable. I don't like the forced inactivity that's been imposed on the Gaang. The humour was not to my taste. The worldbuilding was substantial, but - probably thanks to Joo Dee, whose name I've definitely been misspelling - it felt inorganic, like a lecture. Which the writers do lampshade by making Joo Dee sound like one of those audio guide things you rent from tourist attractions. But lampshading a fault does not make a fault go away.

Thanks to what happens to Jet, I know that the people of Ba Sing Se don't dare even think about the war, for their own safety. But after spending more than half a season being shown every type of refugee and victim of war in other parts of the Earth Kingdom, I could not bring myself to give a flying fuck over Pong's concern for keeping his house. The city is frustrating, the officials are frustrating, their priorities are beyond frustrating. Zuko was right when he said he didn't want to make a life there, although I did find the lower ring where Zuko and Iroh are to be far more comfortable than the high ring where the gaang is.

This episode makes me want to bite something.

And still no Appa.

[jojo-schmo]

So I was playing Mario Wonder (I highly recommend) and then got to this guys boss fight.

The first thing I thought of is how cool it would be for in Bandee’s masked form his bandana could do something like this. I also remember @snazzyladreal having the idea of using a bear trap like teeth so maybe it could rip open the bandana or something.

Oooh! I haven't played Mario Wonder yet- I have so many games to catch up on! First of all I love Bowser Jr and this is a SICK design!! :D

That's a cool idea for Primal Bandee! The thing is I want to avoid physical changes to Bandee or Carol, since a bear trap bandana feels a bit more supernatural than the effects of the Forgotten Land mind control. For example in canon, Dedede and Leongar gain new powers (Leongar can even fire lasers out of his mouth, dang!), but their bodies don't actually physically change appearance like for example- Dedede under the influence of Jamba Hearts in Star Allies growing 4x his size and getting absolutely jacked, haha.

Also I don't want to be too brutal with this story haha, poor Bandee isn't himself but I don't want to put him through something that maybe could be considered body horror :O

But I acknowledge that the Kirby series has had plenty of instances of enemies changing form under the influence of outside powers like Jamba Hearts or Dark Matter- heck Dark Matter turned Waddle Dee into Waddle Doo in Kirby 64!! But from a story standpoint, I can't think of canon evidence/implications that the dream-powered psychic influence used by Fecto Elfilis can physically morph beings in the real world.

......Phantom versions of them are a different story, tho... It's a dreamscape with florescent copies of real beings so it makes sense to have no rules on physical forms there... I think you may have inspired me after all >:D So thank you for that!!

[starrysharks]

next design thingy i want to do is like. a guts and organs rock band. rn i got:

drums is like a spunky heart/circulatory system girl because i personally think the drums are the beating heart of a band. also beating heart? like drum beat? maybe heartstrings for a guitarist would've been easier but i like to be a little weird, a little quirky, a little freak, etc

bassist is um. the spine/nervous system in general. because the bass has a long neck like how spines are long you gets? maybe her bass can be spine shaped

guitarist? the stomach/digestion system. bear with me here. the stomach has acid in it. acid conducts electricity. electric guitar. you gets? i would've gone with the nervous system but that's taken. maybe they could be a foodie or something

keyboard - lungs/respiratory system. the ribs are kind of shaped like a keyboard, i'm just pulling shit out of my ass here to be honest with you guys...

lead vocal - SKELETON!!! specifically the skull should be the most present in their character design. they hold everyone together and lead the band.

idk if i'll take this idea anywhere this is just brainstorming i did on the bus to be frank with you. maybe their manager is the endocrine system, and they could have a rival band of bacteria pop idols? who nose. this is a sort of thing that i think would be cute as a hypothetical cartoon (like how spectre city online is a hypothetical virtual world, NO i haven't forgotten about SCO, i'm just busy as fuck), but if i do make them properly i'll prob start out with mini comics.

[innusalt]

Hunting Season Chapter 1

Sam Winchester x Reader

Overview: Introduction to the story!!!!

Tags/Warnings: A bit of blood, but nothing too bad.

Word count:

Note: hiiiii guys!!! i haven't written a fanfic in sooo long so bare with me while I write this. I've rekindled my love with Supernatural so not the normal content you all would be getting from me. This is the first chapter to Hunting Season, which I estimate to only be around 3-4 chapters long. Hope you all enjoy!

Years Prior...

The night was darker than usual, the air heavy and thick around the three of you. Dean's breath came out in labored grunts as he clutched onto you, his entire left side soaked in blood—his blood. The beams of Sam's flashlight sliced through the dense forest, giving you a faint idea of where you were.

"Just leave me," Dean said, his voice strained. "Go kill those blood-sucking bastards."

"We're not leaving you alone, Dean." You tugged him closer, bearing more of his weight onto your shoulders. There was no way you would leave him bleeding out in the woods. You knew what you needed to do, but convincing Dean was another matter. The vampires you had been hunting ambushed you, and the guys came to your rescue after you hadn't shown up at the cabin. You had greatly underestimated the number of vampires in this nest. Instead of three, there were twelve—all intent on killing you. Math had never been your strong suit.

"There's no point in hunting them now; they all ran," you said. "Besides, they won't be back out tonight after the attack. You're better off letting me help you." Dean's eyes lingered on yours before he grunted in reluctant approval. You helped him to the forest floor and lifted his shirt, revealing the gash in his side.

"Good news or bad news first?" you asked.

"Bad," he winced. "Please."

"Bad news is you need stitches." Dean started to shake his head and push himself up. "But good news is it's only a few." You gently pushed him back down and turned to Sam. In the midst of the chaos, you had almost forgotten about him. Relief washed over you as you saw him already pulling out the first aid kit from his pack. Sam was nothing if not prepared. In all the years you had known him, he had never been caught off guard.

You gave him a grateful smile and took the kit from his outstretched hand, then turned back to Dean. This wasn't the first time you had to stitch him up after a hunt. More often than not, Dean came home to you bruised and bleeding. You took his hand and squeezed, trying to reassure him. It doesn't matter how many times you've been stitched up, it still hurts like hell.

You and Dean had only been together for a few months, but your roots with the Winchesters went back to your teenage years when you were neighbors. Nothing had happened back then, but when Dean asked you out, you thought, why not?

With a steady breath, you threaded the needle and began stitching Dean up, offering him quiet words of encouragement as he endured the pain.

--

Sam tightened his grip on his flashlight, glancing over at you. His gaze lingered on the way you looked at Dean, and the pit of his stomach churned whenever you smiled at Dean. It was a terrible feeling, one he couldn't stand, so he turned away from you both, retreating into the depths of his mind.

--

Present

The Impala was silent as it drove into the wooded town with a population of barely 1,000, the other sounds being the constant hum of the road beneath you. You and Sam usually traveled in comfortable silence, a shared understanding that allowed you both to focus on the mission ahead. The normal chatter of Dean was missing though, his lack of presence making things tense and almost more...personal.

He had decided to stay behind in the state over-- something about having personal shit to do. You hadn't pressed him for details; it wasn't unusual for Dean to handle things his way. Besides, you and Sam were more than capable of handling yourselves.

The town had called you in due to a recent spate of mysterious deaths. People would go missing in the night and never seen again. For such a tight-knit community, this was far from normal. Eyewitness reports spoke of a creature lurking in the shadows, stalking its prey in the dark hours of the evening. Your instincts screamed Wendigo—a horrifying, predatory beast straight out of a fucking nightmare.

Sam navigated the Impala into the parking lot of a small, rundown motel. The neon sign buzzed and flickered, casting an eerie glow over the cracked asphalt. Sam was normally quiet, not the type to talk too much. It hadn't always been like this though, back when you all were younger, it was almost impossible to get Sam to stop talking.

"I'll get us a room," Sam said, his voice pulling you from your thoughts. He handed you a map marked with the locations of the recent disappearances. "Start planning."

You unfolded the map and traced your finger over the red dots scattered near the tree line. The pattern suggested the Wendigo hadn't ventured far from the woods, preferring to target those uby the tree line. Good, you didn't want this thing heading into town and causing more of a mess than already.

As Sam checked in, you leaned against the Impala, the cool metal soothing against your back. You couldn't help but think this hunt, how it felt different than before. For some reason, you couldn't explain the pit forming in your stomach.

Sam returned with a key, a slight frown creasing his forehead. "Room's ready," he said, handing you one of the bags. You nod, grabbing your bag from his outstretched arm and following behind him.

The dingy room was covered in a layer of dust and smelled strongly of moth balls and neglect. You tossed your bag onto the bed and spread the map out on one of the small tables, the lamp light barely illuminating the paper.

"Looks like it's sticking close to the woods," you said, pointing to the cluster of marks near the tree line. "If we head out before dawn, we might have a chance at killing it."

Sam nodded, his eyes scanning the map intensely before looking up to you. "We'll need to be careful though, these things are damn near impossible to kill."

"Yea," you agree, "it'll be okay. You have me."

Sam eyebrows knit together before the steps away from the desk and heads towards the bathroom. Apparently he didn't like the odds of you by the way he reacted. These past few months, hell, it might even be years, Sam has been acting strange. Anytime you mention joining a hunt, or scouting on your own, he shuts it down. It's starting to drive you mad, if there was one thing you knew how to do, it was hunt.

Dean has never treated you this way, even after you two had broken up. To be fair though, your relationship didn't last long, maybe a few months at best. It wasn't that you didn't love Dean, you did, but it was a different type of love. It never felt right with him.

"You go ahead and take the bed, I'll take the couch." It's the last thing he says before shutting the door to the bathroom, the shower instantly turning on. There was no point in arguing with him over sleeping arrangement, he was so terribly stubborn. You slip out of your clothes and into a large shirt and shorts before climbing into bed and switching off the lamp light.

A few minutes go by before the door opens, a billow of steam entering the room, followed by a showered Sam. He wore a loose white T-Shirt and a pair of blue boxers. His hair was still somewhat damp and disheveled from rubbing the towel through it, the small water droplets hanging onto his lush eyelashes.

He looked...good. Any woman with eyes would agree too, right? It wasn't weird acknowledge his beauty, you were simply just observing the facts.

Sam clears his throat, pulling you out of your thoughts. You had been staring and he now had a faint blush on his cheeks. You instantly look away and lay back on your back, making sure to point your eyes at the ceiling. What had gotten into you?

"I'll wake you up whenever we need to head out. Get some sleep." You hum a response before the walks over to the lights, and flicks them off, covering the room in darkness.

-

"Y/N, come here. Quickly!" Sam's voice whispers from outside the motel room door. Shit, he's found something. You frantically get up, opening the door and stepping outside.

"Over here!" You see him wave from over in the trees. For some reason, it didn't bother you that you were near naked and barefoot crossing the asphalt over to Sam. You didn't feel the cold air nip at your skin, the only thing you felt was the intense need to follow Sam, to make sure he was alright. He slipped into the forest and beckoned you to follow.

"I'm coming!" You whisper back, the longing growing in your stomach. You needed to get to him, and fast.

"Just a bit more, you're almost there." Branches snap under you, the sharp sticks and stones leaving cuts on the pads of your feet. You felt horrible, as though you were going to throw up in fear at any second. It was so intense that the only thing you could do was continue to follow Sam. Sam. He needed you. You had to get to him.

"That's right. Keep coming." His voice turned into a hungry whisper, goosebumps raising on your arm.

"Y/N? Where are you?!" A voice from the parking lot yells behind you, but it doesn't matter. None of it does. Only Sam, who was now a few yards in front of you.

"Get back!" A torch of light floods your vision, causing you to slam your eyes shut from the sudden change. The thing in front of you schrieks and flys back before running at an inhumane speed away, darting back into the woods.

"Jesus Christ! What were you thinking Y/N? You could've been killed!" Sam, the real Sam, graps your arms and forces you to look into his eyes. The trance you felt had broken the moment that thing, the Wendigo, ran away. Sam was right beside you, not in front of you anymore.

"I-- I thought it was you. I heard you through the door. You sounded like you needed help." Sam lets out a shaky breath and pulls you closer to him. You can hear the thump of his heart, beating rapidly.

"No. I was half asleep when I realized you weren't in bed. You were half way into the woods before I was able to run over." You almost just met your end. Holy shit. You knew that Wendigos could mimic people, but you never thought that they could be so...powerful.

Sam pulls you even tighter to his chest and picks you up, noting your bloody feet. The adrenaline leaves your body and exhaust takes its place, so you don't protest the walk back to the motel. Sam sets you back on the bed before stepping into the bathroom and grabbing a damn washcloth, kneeling in front of you to clean your feet.

"It felt so real Sam. I thought..." you let out a shaky breath, "I thought something happened to you. It was like the only thing that existed right then was you and me, and I had to get to you." He looks up at you through his thick eyelashes and pauses. You could visibly see him suck in a quick breath before exhaling it, his shoulders slumping.

"Don't scare me like that again Y/N. Please. I can't..." His words felt weighted with something deeper, something more emotionally that you couldn't put your finger on. He wipes your feet one more time before getting up and helping you under the covers.

The gravity of the situation finally hits you, and for the first time in your life, you're scared. Scared to be alone. As Sam is leaving towards the couch, you grab his wrist. He stops in his tracks and looks over to you.

"Can you sleep up here with me? It's just that..." He nods, and you don't have to finish the sentence for him to understand. Sam flicks off the lights and climbs into bed beside you, making sure to give you enough space. You turn over and curl up, your eyes grow heavy with sleep. Before you know it, you dreaming images of the creature in the woods, with Sam laying in front of him. Broken and dead.

Sam's eyebrows knit together as he steps away from the desk, his frown deepening. Without a word, he heads toward the bathroom, leaving you standing there. His reaction spoke volumes—he didn’t believe you stood a chance. Over the past few months—hell, maybe even years—Sam has been acting strange. Anytime you mention joining a hunt or scouting on your own, he shuts it down immediately. It’s starting to drive you mad; if there was one thing you knew how to do, it was hunt.

Dean never treated you this way, even after you two had broken up. To be fair, your relationship with Dean didn't last long, maybe a few months at best. It wasn't that you didn't love Dean—you did—but it was a different type of love. It never felt quite right with him.

"You go ahead and take the bed; I'll take the couch," Sam said, his voice echoing slightly before he shut the bathroom door. The shower turned on instantly, the sound of running water filling the room. There was no point in arguing with him over the sleeping arrangement; he was stubborn as a mule. You slipped out of your clothes and into a large shirt and shorts before climbing into bed and switching off the lamp.

A few minutes later, the bathroom door opened, and a billow of steam entered the room, followed by a freshly showered Sam. He wore a loose white T-shirt and a pair of blue boxers. His hair was still damp and disheveled from rubbing the towel through it, small water droplets clinging to his lush eyelashes.

He looked... good. Any woman with eyes would agree. It wasn't weird to acknowledge his beauty; you were simply observing the facts. He had always been good looking, it was just something you really didn’t notice. Until now. 

Sam cleared his throat, pulling you out of your thoughts. You realized you had been staring, and a faint blush crept onto his cheeks. You instantly looked away and lay back, fixing your eyes on the ceiling. What has gotten into you?

"I'll wake you up when we need to head out. Get some sleep." You hummed a response as he walked over to the light switch, flicking it off and enveloping the room in darkness.

-

"Y/N, come here. Quickly!" Sam's voice whispered urgently from outside the motel room door. Shit, you thought, and scrambled out of bed, opened the door, and stepped outside.

"Over here!" you saw him wave from the trees. For some reason, it didn't bother you that you were nearly naked and barefoot as you crossed the asphalt. You didn't feel the cold air nipping at your skin; the only thing you felt was an intense need to follow Sam, to make sure he was alright. He slipped into the forest and beckoned you to follow.

"I'm coming!" you whispered back, the longing in your stomach growing stronger. You needed to get to him, and fast.

"Just a bit more, you're almost there." Branches snapped under you, sharp sticks and stones leaving cuts on the pads of your feet. You felt horrible, as though you were going to throw up from fear at any second. The only thing you could do was continue to follow Sam. Sam. He needed you. You had to get to him.

"That's right. Keep coming." His voice turned into a hungry whisper, sending goosebumps up your arms.

"Y/N? Where are you?!" A voice from the parking lot yelled behind you, but it didn't matter. None of it did. Only Sam, who was now just a few yards in front of you.

"Get back!" A torch of light flooded your vision, causing you to slam your eyes shut from the sudden change. The thing in front of you shrieked and flew back before running away at an inhuman speed, darting back into the woods.

"Jesus Christ! What were you thinking, Y/N? You could've been killed!" Sam, the real Sam, grabbed your arms and forced you to look into his eyes. The trance you had been under broke the moment the Wendigo fled. Sam was right beside you, not in front of you anymore.

"I—I thought it was you. I heard you through the door. You sounded like you needed help." Sam let out a shaky breath and pulled you closer to him. You could hear the thump of his heart, beating rapidly.

"No. I was half asleep when I realized you weren't in bed. You were halfway into the woods before I was able to run over." You almost met your end. Holy shit. You knew Wendigos could mimic people, but you never thought they could be so... powerful.

Sam pulled you even tighter to his chest and picked you up, noting your bloody feet. The adrenaline left your body, replaced by exhaustion, so you didn't protest as he carried you back to the motel. Sam set you down on the bed before stepping into the bathroom and grabbing a damp washcloth. He knelt in front of you and began washing off the caked on blood and mud.

"It felt so real, Sam. I thought..." You let out a shaky breath. "I thought something happened to you. It was like the only thing that existed right then was you and me, and I had to get to you." He looked up at you through his thick eyelashes and paused. You could visibly see him suck in a quick breath before exhaling, his shoulders slumping.

"Don't scare me like that again, Y/N. Please. I can't..." His words felt weighted with something deeper, something more emotional that you couldn't quite put your finger on. He wiped your feet one more time before getting up and helping you under the covers.

The gravity of the situation finally hit you, and for the first time in your life, you were scared. Scared to be alone. As Sam started to head towards the couch, you grabbed his wrist. He stopped in his tracks and looked over at you.

"Can you sleep up here with me? It's just that..." He nodded, and you didn't have to finish the sentence for him to understand. Sam flicked off the lights and climbed into bed beside you, making sure to give you enough space. You turned over and curled up, your eyes growing heavy with sleep. Before you knew it, you were dreaming of the creature in the woods, with Sam lying in front of it. Broken and dead.

[simplyblonnd]

𝘚𝘮𝘢𝘴𝘩 𝘰𝘳 𝘗𝘢𝘴𝘴 Anakin Skywalker

A/N: I have truly no idea what is this. Btw English is not my native language, so bear with me if there are any grammatical mistakes

Warnings: smut, p in v, riding, hand job, Anakin being the hottest person in the world, Fem! Reader, fluff, 18+, tension, unprotected sex

Summary: reader and Anakin are playing smash or pass, so they don't get bored

Masterlist!!!

Anakin's back was facing you, sitting at his desk doing research for his next mission. You were laying in his bed, looking through the window at the views of the beautiful Coruscant at noon, the sun setting while spaceships were flying from one direction to the opposite.

A sigh escaped your lips while sitting up, legs in front of you while your hands supported you from behind.

"Anii" you said in a whiny voice, the boredom could be visibly noticed in your voice. "Can we do something fun pleaseee"

"Y/n, you know we can't go out so tell me, what fun is there to do?"- He said while turning to you, leaving his research forgotten, knowing that there was no point in continuing it since you would come up with something that would completely distract him.

You hummed, agreeing with him. Your brows furrowed, lips sealed while you thought of something to do. Anakin was admiring you, your lips how beautiful they were, your face where no flags were visible to him, he loved hearing you talk, he loved how your eyes shone every time they found his face after being separated for a long time. He knew he had to push these feelings he'd had since you guys were kids down, he'd had them since the first day you met, the first time you talked to him, he knew he was fucked. He loved the way you walked, talked, and laughed, those things kept him away from the dark side all those times he had thought of joining it.

"I know!" You exclaimed, Anakin's trance being interrupted by your angelic voice." There's this kind of game where you say the name of a person and have to say if you would smash them or don't."

"What do you mean, would smash them-"

"If you would fuck them or not" Anakin's cheek reddening a bit while a smirk grew on your face. He could be sometimes bold, most of the time he was. But then other times, you were."So, for example, I say a name, and you have to say smash if you would and pass if you wouldn't. All clear?"

"Yep" You moved, crossing your legs, so he could have some space. Anakin sitting in front of you, his back pressed against the headboard, leg crossed too.

"Okay, I start. Mmmmm" After two seconds of thinking, a name came to your mind, a giggle escaping your mouth." Okay, so… smash or pass... Yoda."

Anakin's color disappeared from his face, you were trying not to laugh too much.

"What! You can't ask me that it's- ew, it is disgusting!" Arms in the air Anakin's face was as if he had just seen a ghost, while you were trying to catch your breath

"You have to answer! C'mon, don't be such a baby! It's just a gamee"

"Ugh, okay, I would obviously wouldn't fuck him, so pass."

"Yeah, fair, I wouldn't either."

"Now my turn… Windu."

"To be honest smash, he isn't that bad looking, his personality is what ruins him, y'know it wouldn't be that bad to have some fun from time to time man. Uhm-"

The game carried on until no Jedi could come up to your mind, time passed, and you got close to each other, It was as if the Force was pulling you together, your knees touching the time your mind couldn't think of any other name to say.

"I can't think of anyone else, think we've said everyone we know." A smile was plastered on both of your faces, and a light force was embracing you both. The moment those words came out of your face, Anakin's smile turned it to a smirk. He leaned in his body closer to you now, elbows on his knees, hands on your knees caressing your thighs. A blush decorated your cheeks, while your mouth formed an o.

"That's where you're wrong, we haven't said if we would smash each other." He said in a raspy voice that made your whole body shiver. His face now inches away from yours, eyes flickering down to your lips.

"I- I don't know what you mean by that." You tried to disguise your nerves with a laugh, eyes wandering around the room as long as they didn't meet his. His hands were still caressing your thighs, you didn't know what to do with your hands, so subconsciously you placed them on top of his, making his smirk grow wider. You perfectly knew what he meant, you were hoping he wouldn't notice that you hadn't said your name on purpose so the conversation you were having right now could be avoided.

"I think you perfectly know what I mean, so why not make it easier and just answer. Would you smash me, or pass me?"

"Anakin I- you know we can't I-"

"I'm not saying we would, I'm just saying if we hypothetically could, would you?"

"Uh… I mean hypothetically, I would". Now your confidence was back. Straightening your back, you leaned a bit too. What worried you seconds ago was quickly forgotten the moment you saw him adjust himself, and the smirk impossibly growing more." And would you smash me, Skywalker?" "Oh, I definitely would, hypothetically or not." If you moved a millimeter, your lips would be on his, his breath fanning your face.

"Really? And tell me what would you do?" Your hand came up to his face, putting a lock of his hair behind his ear, your hand coming down to his cheek and your thumb caressing it.

"If you let me I could sho-" He was interrupted by your lips crashing on his, if you weren't drunk on his presence and essence you wouldn't have done that. You both knew it was so wrong, but then, why did it feel so right?

Grabbing your hips, Anakin lift you up and placed you on his lap, the moment you sat you felt his bulge press against your core, causing a moan to escape from both of your mouths. Hands-on hips, Anakin moved you at a pace where both of you were seeing stars, you couldn't wait until he was inside you.

Moving his mouth from lips to the neck, you reached down to undo his belt, a groan escaping Anakin's mouth when he felt you palming him through his boxers. Putting your hands inside his boxers, your hand came in contact with his hard dick. Flesh to flesh, you started by circling his tip feeling the pre-cum drip, your hand moved up and down his length feeling his veins. The pleasure makes him stop his movements on your neck. With your other hand, you tilted his chin up so your lips could meet his. Slipping your tongue inside his mouth, feeling the vibrations of his groans, making you smirk.

"Fu-fuck you make me feel so good" He groaned between breaths.- "Fuck! I'm cumming, don't stop. Please, please, please."

You smirked hearing his beg for your touch, feeling him come undone under you, you started to remove your top along with your bra, breast on display for him, his mouth watering at the sight, seconds later he copied your movements by removing his shirt. He wasted no other second, he attached his lips to your left breast, circling your nipple with his tongue.

"Ani I want you inside me" Your eyes were closed with pleasure, mouth prated, unholy noises coming out of it. At that sentence, Anakin's dick was hard and twitching again.

Carefully, he turned you around, back now pressing against the bed while he was completely naked on top of you. Vigorously, he took your pants along with panties off of you.

"Are you sure?" He wanted to have you so badly, but he knew consent was needed, even if you wanted it as badly as him.

"Yes, yes, yes, please."

"So needy "He whispered to you, taking his cock, he slowly slipped it inside you, he was slow at first, waiting for you to adjust. He surprised himself by not combusting the moment he was inside you.

You tapped his shoulder, signaling he could move. In the beginning, it was slow, but as the seconds passed he was rougher. Nails scraping his hands, hand in hand, pleasure consuming both of your bodies and mind. Your lips were sealed with him. You both were relieved this was finally happening, both of you anticipating this moment since Maker knows when.

"Oh, Ani right there!" Your face was contracted with pleasure. His thumb came down to your clit, stimulating it, If this wasn't heaven, then you didn't know what heaven was.

Wrapping your legs around his hips, you were suddenly on top of him, discovering more pleasurable angles.

"Oh sit" Anakin said, he was deeper inside of you in this new position, his climax coming closer. "Darling I'm close"

"Me too." With your hands on his toned chest, you started to bounce faster, both of your climaxes just around the corner.- Shit shit shit I'm cumming.

Be a good girl and do.- Anakin came right after you did. Your juices mixing in your cunt, dripping down your legs.

The moment he lifts you up from him, you whined, missing the feeling of his dick deep inside you. You lay on the right side of the bed, feeling Anakin shuffle around the bedroom to your side. Picking you up, he took you to the bathroom, where you took a shower with him, cleaning up before getting into bed with him.

Your breathing was in sync, you've never felt more at peace. But you knew you had to talk.

"Anakin, what we just did was really wrong. " Your face was in his chest, Anakin's hand playing with your hair. He hummed in response. "It's against the code what we just did, the code we have tied ourselves to for life."

"I know." He simply said. "But I also know that is the best thing I've ever done, and I don't regret it a bit."

"I don't regret it, either." You whispered. " Do you think we could keep it a secret?"

At that, Anakin's heart leaped, a smile decorating his features.

"Of course, we can, my love. " He said, kissing the top of your head, you hummed in satisfaction. " Just don't get distracted by me when we train, y'know."

You hit him playfully in the chest, kissing him you replied softly

You wish Skywalker.

I thought I lost this for one moment and I almost kms 💀😭😭😭

[enm-enthusiast]

Sebastian Part 2 - Sneak Peek

"Wow dude, did you lose a bet or something?" One of the campus security guards said, stifling his laughter upon seeing my cock cage, making my face turn bright red.

"How long have you been wearing that?" Jack said.

"....about....3 and a half weeks" I said, my teeth grinding as my embarrassment and rage fueled me.

The guys shared looks of shock, amusement, and a few of them concerned, Jack included. I couldn't let them get involved, me and James were so close to giving Eric some long overdue payback, so I needed to bear the shame, for just a bit longer. I put on my best poker face despite that it was surely as red as a tomato at this point.

"Don't worry about it, the guys back at the Frat and me were playing around, I lost a few bets, and here we are...can we get a move one please" I said.

Most seemed to accept this, all of them, except for Jack who had a troubled expression on his face but regardless he carried on.

"Well, you seem to be in excellent condition, in fact you've put in some great work in those muscles Sebastian, must get you lots of attention around this campus" Jack said. winking at that last part.

It was hard not to think of Thomas in that moment, who was dealing with his own problems at the moment, and only wish I could be out there helping him instead, but foolish me thought signing up as a student worker for the security office would be a great idea.

I'm still skeptical of how they told me all workers needed to take a fitness test, especially one that's entirely in the nude....

If it wasn't for the cock cage, I wouldn't feel as vulnerable and exposed around these other guys, they all seemed to take it in and good fun and none of them poked, prodded, or even made fun of me for it, unlike the frat guys who were hounding my every step and making my life hell, I just needed to get out of that house....

"So....does that mean I'm in?" I asked.

"We just need one last thing from you Sebastian, it shouldn't be a problem for a strapping young lad like you" Jack said, his tone neutral but his expression was hiding something mischievous.

"Okay...what is it?" I said.

What he said next made my jaw drop to the floor and nearly run out of the building.

End of Sneak Peek.

Author's Note: Apologies for the delay, things have gotten extremely busy for me lately and haven't had time to work on my stories, but don't you worry, haven't forgotten how much you love these boys and their naked adventures ;)

[snkts]

I'm thinking about how every Howlett's 'auxiliary' mutation is so telling of their personality. I'm not talking about claw formation, that's a different thing I haven't thought about. I'm not talking about the hot claws, either, because those are powers Logan acquired, he wasn't born with them - and the adamantium isn't a mutation.

So I'm only going to talk about the 616 relations, since I know those ones best, but I love when you guys chime in with your own headcanons so add in other kids in the replies ❤️

When it comes to Canon Snikts, we have John Jr, Logan's older brother (maybe half brother, unconfirmed); Logan himself; Akihiro, Logan's son; Laura, Logan's daughter; and Gabby, Logan's daughter who is also his daughter's clone. (There's also the rest of Gabby's sisters, but we don't have a lot of Intel on them.)

John Jr. was technically killed before Logan/James ever got to meet him in 616, but going by his multiverse adult appearance, he had the claws, the healing factor, and the power to turn both intangible and invisible. This fits his story really well, because whether it's the multiverse story where he was shipped off to an asylum and essentially forgotten, or the canon story where he died before his little brother knew him, John gets erased. He's completely forgotten. He disappears.

Logan has two powers he was born with, aside from his claws and factor. He has the famous berserker rage, and the lesser known connection with animals. When Logan rages, he doesn't lose his strategic thinking - he just loses his inhibitions, going after anything that moves with 100% intensity, ignoring pain, and becoming a killing machine. Everyone knows that one. The one some people forget is how he can connect with animals on an empathic level - he can understand and get them to understand his emotions and basic wants and intentions. It's partly how he was able to live with so many wolf packs over the years. And this dichotomy makes me think of this quote I read once, when I read a psychologist breaking down Logan and PTSD - I don't remember the exact wording, but they were talking about how the anger was the trauma, and the kindness was the person under it. And I think that's a really good way of thinking of it. James wasn't a fighter. He was a sweet, almost shy little boy who liked art and playing with his friends and his dad. The first time we see him rage is when his father is killed and Thomas and Dog are trying to take Elizabeth and Rose away - aka the first major trauma he experiences. Logan's berserker/empathy is a great show of the dichotomy that is his personality; you've got the jaded, cynical, aggressive soldier who charges head first into every fight, but you also have the warm-hearted conscious of the team who fusses over all the kids, comforts his friends through their trauma, and once felt bad about fighting a bear that was trying to kill him because he knew the bear had been conditioned to hate humans. Logan is both of those things, so he has both of those powers.

Then we have his kids. Daken/Akihiro spent a good chunk of his life without any genuine love, used and abused by Romulus to make him a weapon to use against Logan. Any approval or affection was as false as it was fleeting, and he became a ruthless manipulator - especially during his time in Madripoor. Daken's 'extra' power is manipulating other peoples' emotions through pheromones. This is also interesting, because learning to predict and work around other people's emotions is a common habit in abuse victims.

Then there's Laura. The next Wolverine and the only other one to have truly gone through the Weapon X program - she inherited his trauma, and so she inherited the berserker rage. Laura is his legacy and his mini me. She's on the same path Logan went on long before her, learning how to be a person instead of just a weapon.

And her clone - the youngest of the three - Gabby. The one who feels like she isn't a real Wolverine. She's the only one of her siblings who hadn't killed anyone (at least in the first issue(s) with her in it), even though she's great in a fight; her sisters sheltered her from it. She's the one of all of them who smiles most, who seems to enjoy life - she's the emotional glue that holds the family together and lifts their spirits. She makes them happy. While they haven't confirmed anything, I think her relationship with Jonathan hints that she got Logan's animal affinity. Laura inherited his rage, Gabby inherited his kindness.

Anyway I love the snikt family if you can't tell

[zeephyre]

CR3: EPISODE 63 SPOILERS

I'm literally losing my mind rn guys

i haven't even finished the episode yet as im typing this, currently ashton is holding laudna as she cries on their shoulder after she sucked the life out of bor'dor.

i always had the suspicion that bor'dor wasn't telling the truth or telling a version of the truth, but i never really talked about it cause everyone was throwing out theories. i had an...inkling that he was connected to ludinus or just ruidus in general, and i was right in a way.

him being ruby vanguard is devastating but not surprising. it connected so many things that i chose to brush off cause i didn't want to seem paranoid. a specific moment being bor'dor killing the angel of the dawn father. during that scene, the way matt described the look in that angel's eyes as it died did not match the way that bor'dor retold it and i thought i had just...forgotten how the actual scene played out. now that i know, even tho i haven't rewatched that episode, i have a feeling that the hatred and righteous judgement i remembered was the accurate version.

i don't think bor'dor is bad, simply because i have no way to come to that conclusion when i know how easy it is to let fear and pain and anger drive you to vengeance -- the hellians are feeling it too, and i feel deep compassion for them so i feel for bor'dor too.

for all of ludinus' preachy bullshit he never gave me the impression that he gave a single fuck about the people who followed him or about the lives he ruined to accomplish his goal. i don't think bor'dor was some big wig, i think he was just a kid who was vulnerable and powerful and easily coerced. i do not think he is without blame -- his actions with the ruby vanguard have led to incomprehensible repercussions for everyone on exandria and outside of exandria too. (bear in mind, we don't even know how the apple bee's soul cycle has affected the fey realm -- or any other realms for that matter).

i think that there was no way bor'dor could have survived this night with the way it went. i don't think there could have been a moment where he snuck away. if he got a lucky roll, maybe. i don't think bor'dor died because /he/ was an unforgivable monster.

he died because laudna, ashton and orym were at their breaking point and none of them wanted to pull each other from that place of hatred and anger. they've spoken about feeling powerless -- terrified and angry at the situation they were forced into when they truly have nothing to do with ludinus' anger at the gods. orym, especially, has been struggling with his grief and his stubbornness, and this moment will have effects on all of them for these upcoming battles and hardships.

laudna. jesus christ. im so upset that delilah is back. or at least pieces of her are thriving inside laudna, seemingly every time she uses her necrotic magic. for a single moment, she felt delilah's complete control over herself and other people in a situation where laudna had no idea what to do and how to get shit done, and as soon as delilah had nothing left of bor'dor to scavenge off of, laudna was back to feeling weak.

i can't even process the lore drops of ashton's heritage and his father and the history of the hishari and the fact that abadina WAS an hishari ???? they need to go that cursed town soon or im gonna lose it. hell, maybe they're already headed there.

deni$e might say she didn't care whether bor'dor lived or died but i know that isn't true because she was a) the only person who didn't actually hurt him and b) she was trying the entire time to get the others to at least interrogate him. i don't think that would work for multiple reasons. bor'dor was yeeted to kingdom come so bor'dor would likely not have anything useful for them atp, and also bor'dor is absolutely not nearly as important to ludinus as they need him to be.

im gonna miss utkarsh 😭

i think that maybe if bells hells was together, he'd live. but ashton, laudna and orym are too... there's something dangerous about these three being separated from their people. dangerous for themselves mentally and for anyone who stands in their way. i NEED bells hells to be reunited again.

it's sad that the characters with such a strong history of loss and betrayal and abandonment and grief and loss of control would have the traitor amongst them. there is nothing that bor'dor could say that would lessen the pain orym feels having lost his husband and his father, of him and his friends being killed by a cruel, vicious comrade of ludinus', of the tempest being trapped /because/ orym was the one who led her straight into it. the gods are all good and well, but i don't think it will EVER be about the gods for orym. i won't say he's correct or in the right for his narrowed vision and hardened heart. he took that locket for a reason, and throwing it aside is a calculated disposal of that inherently inconvenient empathy orym has for people around him. he can't afford to feel. not now.