#i swear i've liked noticed that almost all her dynamics are like this

[nearestend]

every alice interaction ever is just her collecting data for the wikipedia article she writes about other people in her head. just storing it all for no particular reason and it's all worded very factually. then every once in awhile she drops some insane lore about herself and moves on so quickly and doesn't answer any follow-up questions.

[seonghwaddict]

say my name — song mingi

request by anon. "This is my first request to anyone ever so forgive me if this is..idk incoherent 😭. But lately I've been thinking about a short smut story where the reader (fem) being a backup dancer for ATEEZ and Mingi catching feelings for her over time and then end up fucking in the dressing room and maybe one of the members walks in idk have fun with it. 🤭"

idol!song mingi x backup dancer!reader. genre. smut. warnings. smut below the cut, explicit sexual content minors dni, fingering, some dirty talk, use of petnames (doll, baby), slight dom/sub dynamics, dom!mingi, swearing, intentional lowercase. please let me know if i missed anything. wc. 1.2k.

lilo's notes. i'm back!! this is the first request i've received, hopefully i did it justice. by the time i finished writing i forgot that anonie asked it it's possible for another member to walk in and join.... sorry about that. but anyways, i hope you all enjoyed this!!

listening to. perceive by doma cyno.

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“fuck, baby,” a hand swiped through your folds, gathering the almost embarrassing amount of arousal from your core. “you’re so wet.”

you like to think your day started off like every other day. you woke up at 7 am, ate breakfast, got ready for the day and arrived at kq two hours later. you went through some choreographies with the other backup dancers until 4 pm, left to run some errands, and then returned to practice some more on your own.

since your first day at the company only a few months ago, you’d always take a few hours after your shift to perfect your art more than you already have. sometimes you’d spend those hours with the other dancers who showed up for the same reason, but surprisingly, a lot of the time it was mingi who found himself practising his group’s or his own choreography alongside you.

the first few times felt awkward, to say the least.

you yourself weren’t really one to strike up conversations with random people, and considering he was part of the group you had to dance for, you were afraid of slipping up and losing your job. but, eventually, he talked to you. after that, things were easier—you’d joke around, take breaks to go eat something, help each other and sometimes even stop what you were working on to choreograph something together; just the two of you.

it was only a month or two later that you caught yourself looking at him in a less than friendly but rather heated way… and much to your surprise, you slowly started noticing his own lustful glances—lips red from biting them and hooded eyes tracking your every movement. but, alas, you weren’t one for first moves.

considering all of this, you weren’t surprised at the position you were currently in; on the floor of the practice room, legs hooked around his as you sat between them, mingi’s lips against the side of your neck, one arm around your waist and the other with his hand inside your panties (your shorts had been discarded long ago, along with his shirt) as he faced you to lthe mirror, forcing you to watch his every movement.

he swiped his middle finger through your folds, gathering some arousal and then slowly circling your swollen clit. a breathy whimper escaped your lips as you threw your head back on his shoulder. the combined sensation of his finger around your nub and his lips kissing and sucking on the sensitive skin of your neck sent another wave of wetness gushing out of you.

“eyes on the mirror, doll,” he moved his head up to whisper right into your ear with that husky voice of his, gently biting down on your earlobe. he removed his hand from your pussy for a moment, letting your legs down to slip your panties off before hooking them over his thighs again. you were practically dripping as he exposed you. “i want you to see what i’m doing, watch how your beautiful little body reacts to me.”

reluctantly, you nodded and pulled yourself off his shoulder, eyes zeroing in on the arousal smeared between your thighs. a moan escaped your lips as he gave your clit a particularly firm tug, his ring and middle finger pressed against the skin on either side of it and pinching gently. you tried holding back your following moans, but the quiver of your thighs gave you away. though, you felt better knowing you weren’t the only enjoying this so much, his erection strained against his pants and poked at your ass. 

his movements against your heat were slow but precise, eliciting pretty little whimpers and moans from you. the hand wrapped around the front of your waist moved up, featherlight touches leaving a trail of goosebumps behind as he gently brushes his fingers over the fabric of your bra. then he nudge the straps down your shoulder and let the bra cups fall, his hand immediately going to tweak at your nipples. 

“f-fuck…” you cursed quietly, trying your best to stop your eyes from fluttering shirt from all the pleasure and keep your eyes on the mirror as he asked.

two of his large fingers circled your entrance, massaging it before slowly pushing in. jaw slack at the stinging stretch, you watched as they disappeared into your vagina, breath stuttering when he curved them just enough to brush against the right spot. your hand snaked it’s way behind his head, tugging on his hair gently.

“oh, look, doll,” you heard him groan behind you, feeling his smirk against your neck, “look at how well you take my fingers…”

and with that he slowly began pumping his fingers in and out of you, digits firmly pressing against the spongey spot inside you each time, increasing his speed more and more as his thumb continue circling your clit. he watched your face in the mirror, analysing each twitch of your muscles and each flutter of your lashes to perfectly adjust his movements. in any other context, you perhaps would’ve appreciated how perceptive he was. but right now you wanted nothing more than to savour the feeling of his fingers, anticipating how his cock would feel in you. 

before you knew it, the familiar knot of an orgasm began tightening in your abdomen, your body squirming.

“shit, mingi…” his name tumbled out of your mouth in a drawl and his movement stopped for a moment.l before he continued at a more rigorous pace. you could’ve sworn you felt his erection twitch behind you. 

“say that again,” he growled, “say my name.”

the rough scratch of his voice made you impossibly wetter as you obeyed quickly. “mingi, o-oh…”

after that it didn’t take much longer for you to snap, coming down hard on his fingers, muscles jerking and back arching as his hand clamped over your mouth to muffle your noises.

“keep it down, baby, someone might walk in and see you at my mercy.”

he pulled his fingers out of you and caressed your thighs. it didn’t take to long for you to calm down from your high, chest heaving with deep breaths as he whispered praises in your ear. despite the fact you just had an orgasm, you knew you still wanted more.

“i-i need… i need you,” you tried, face flushed as you hinted the best you could.

“hm?” he chuckled. “and what exactly do you need of me?”

with a huff, you grinded yourself back against him, against his cock, but he moved his hands to grip your hips firmly and stop you. 

“that won’t do,” he shook his head. “i want you to use your words, doll. can you do that for me, baby?”

a moment of silence passed between you. it was awkward or anything, a teasing grin on his face as he looked you in the eyes through the mirror, your brows furrowed before you sighed.

“god, mingi, i need your cock in me.”

he grinned, hands tugging your shirt and bra off before sitting back on his knees and turning you around. mingi leaned over you, cupping your chin before kissing you with a bruising hardness. once he broke the kiss, a malicious spark shined in his sharp eyes.

“anything for my doll.”

network. @cromernet

[aethelwyneleigh27]

Abby Anderson with a short plus size fem s/o

+ some other random hcs of Abby (can or can't be related to being plus size, up to you)

A/n: Please don't be mean in the comments, this is my first time posting my work again after what seemed like a year or more and English isn't my first language. Feel free to ask any requests, I hope this does well after the long time I haven't been writing. I was kicking my feet and giggling the whole time I was writing this, hope you enjoy :)

Maybe I'll add more to this in the future when I get more ideas but this is all I've got for now. This is also set in like an AU where the whole cordyceps infection/fungal outbreak never happened. So basically they are either in highschool or in college, up to you really.

Sorry if this is OOC, it's just that I don't know a lot about these characters. I only know of them based on the fanfics I read and TikTok really.

Disclaimers/Warnings: None, except maybe a bit OOC

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Abby would be a chubby chaser (this is my personal headcanon) for sure, she just loves the body type. To her, you're plush and cuddly.

Abby is utterly obsessed. The first time she saw you, she was infatuated by you. The stare she gives when she first sees you, honestly she's suprised that the whole school isn't all over you since you're so pretty and kind.

She thinks it's a perfect dynamic between the both of you. Since she's a bit tall and muscular, she thinks it balances her out to have a cute and an s/o that shorter and chubby.

It's like that thing where one is intimidating and they just have the one sunshine looking person around them. (bonus points if your aesthetic is more cutesy and feminine)

I definitely see her leaning towards more masc clothing. (I feel the same with Ellie)

She would be able to pick you up and she loves to do it, makes her feel so strong.

Abby is definitely touchy, she might not be all big on pda but guaranteed that she's the type to put her arm around your waist and pull you in closer.

Whenever you wear a short dress or anything that shows off your thighs really, Abby will be on the verge of drooling. She can't help herself staring at the way your thighs slightly bounce when you walk.

Speaking of thighs, Abby loves laying on your lap. She swears she can just fall asleep on them no matter what time of day it is and that says a lot since she has quite the sleeping schedule.

She conveniently has her hand on your thigh, mostly when you sit next to each other. (She thinks you don't notice the fact that her hand is slowly getting higher, or do you?)

Abby for sure is hesitant with letting people touch her hair but when it comes to you, you have a girlfriend pass. (She definitely wants you to braid it)

I feel like if you like to take care of Abby, she will most likely start calling you her adorable housewife as a tease. Can't help but think she would wrap her strong arms around you and give you a back hug because you're doing something. (I need more Abby x Housewife!reader please, to whoever made that hc, I absolutely love you)

If you have chubby cheeks, Abby would think it's absolutely adorable when you're chewing something (She often but never says it out loud, thinks that you remind her of like an adorable chipmunk stuffing it's face for the winter). I can't help but think she'll either gently pinch them or bite them every chance she gets.

Just her cupping your face any time she gets because she just loves your soft skin against her hands.

I swear, she would absolutely share her clothes with you. Seeing you in her clothes is an absolute turn on for her. (Bonus points if her shirt is long enough to look like a dress on you but short enough that it's almost skimpy to her)

[awriterinthenight]

"It's ok love", Part 2-Anthony Lockwood

requested: anonymous

words: 3255

warnings: reader's family being horrible, people judging her job and body and how she isn't married, slight misogyny, swearing. (I had a lot of fun writing some of the family dynamic and making up reader's story about her family and I have so much more of her back story to reveal and I'm so excited. Also all of my stories are usually female reader unless otherwise stated, or sometimes no gender is mentioned if I can, but I just prefer to write it like that) thanks for reading, enjoy. Please enjoy, my laptop decided to combust twice while writing this and this took me like 2 hours.

summary: Anthony and reader have arrived at reader's family's place. Anthony is gone for his job and reader is stuck with her family. He comes back to her crying in her room after her family dinner.

The train ride from hell finally ended with Anthony waking me up, telling me we'd arrived at our stop. I got up groggily, reaching to grab my bag, but Anthony stopped me.

"I've got it love," he said, grabbing mine and his bags, carrying them off of the train.

I couldn't help but smile at his act of service. I'd known him long enough to know there was no stopping him when it came to him helping people. He loved it. Doing acts of service for people was his love language, so I never stopped him when he did stuff like this for me.

Leaving the train, we called a cab, and I gave them the address to my parents place. I was nervous the whole ride. Mostly because of how Anthony would react to seeing how rich my family truly was. I know it sounds dumb to be embarrassed by being rich, but it was more of the fact that people would judge me for it and the fact I chose to be an agent. Everyone would always say how dumb I was for running away from such a lavish life, and how becoming an agent, potentially almost dying everyday, instead of staying safe in my family's house and wealth, was such a stupid idea. It was even worse when they would add that I only did it because I was 'rebellious' or 'just a kid' who didn't know what they were doing.

But it's the exact opposite. I'd rather be using my talent for something good than wasting it away. Why sit around doing nothing my whole life, when I can go out and help people. It felt like what they probably told Maria Anna Mozart, when they told her to stop making music, and that she had to marry someone and give up on her dream, or telling Van Gogh to just sit in his depression rather than work his way out through art.

Then again, I was only one agent amongst thousands, but I still believed I could potentially make a difference. Part of the reason people would say stuff like that to me was mostly because I was a girl. I was the oldest too, so I was expected to marry rich, find a good husband, and continue the family legacy. Not, run away at 15 and join an agency, where I could potentially die. Which is also a bad thing according to my family, since because I was the oldest I was their heir, or something like that.

I was so consumed in my self deprecating thoughts, that I didn't notice we had arrived until Anthony leaned over asking, "Is this really your family's house?" he asked, seemingly shocked by the estate and the rather vast size.

I let out a long sigh, "Yup, this is it," I confirmed, opening my door, leaving the car and walking towards the door.

"I knew you said your family was well off, but that seemed to have been an understatement," he said, breathing out a laugh at how big my family's place was.

Moving towards the front door, I take out my keys, unlocking the door, "Well my family had a decent amount of wealth on both sides, which then basically doubled when my grandparents married, then again when my mom and dad married. Then when the problem came around, they were some of the first people to create flares specialized for ghost hunting. Once that made a shit ton of profit, they then sold it making even more, so yeah my family is fucking loaded," I exclaimed, bitterly adding the last part as I unlocked the door.

"Seems like the next seven generations of your family are set for life," he joked, leaning against the wall.

I let out a small laugh, "Try more like ten maybe," I added, opening the door to the place, "And, this is only the east wing we're in. Wait till you see the entire main house."

His eyes went wide at my mention of this only being part of the place, "If this is only part of it, I can't even imagine the rest of the house," he said, in utter amazement of how my family lived.

I opened the door, letting us in as I turned on the lights, "Well, make yourself at home," I told him, walking toward the stairs in the front to head to the bedroom, "This part is actually quite small. Only two bedrooms, or actually more like one. I turned the other one into my own little space for random hobbies, so there's only one bedroom, but it'll be fine," I said, realizing we would be in the same room.

Climbing up the staircase in the entryway, we reached the 2nd floor, turning left towards the bedroom. The room was fairly big, there was a fireplace, a couple couches, a bay window, a desk covered in papers and pens I left, and the massive bed in the middle. Of course the room was painted my favorite color, and had some of the decorations I left. Alongside the posters on my wall that I didn't take down when I ran away.

I watched as Anthony took in the room, "This feels like a toned down version of you," he said, since my room at home was comprised of my favorite color walls that I begged Anthony to let me paint, more decorations than were in here which was saying something since my old room here was still somewhat fully decorated, posters on all the walls, and my room at home always had fresh flowers, since Anthony would buy them for me, even though I never asked him to.

"Well I couldn't take all my stuff when I left, so a lot of it stayed here," I told him, finally walking into the room, after just leaning against the doorway.

Anthony looked at me, then the floor, then me again, "If you don't mind me asking," he started, clearing his throat before continuing, "Why did you leave a place like this?"

I could feel myself partially freeze. I told him that I hadn't really told anyone else, but I never told him anything about why I left, or my family before I ran.

Taking in a deep breath I finally spoke, "I think that's a story for another time. Plus you have a job to get ready for," I told him, changing the subject.

He nodded, not pushing any further, "I should probably start heading out. I'll go call a cab," he said, moving closer to me before leaving, "Have fun, and don't worry about anything, okay," he told me, grabbing me by my waist, planting a soft kiss on my forehead. He rarely ever did this, only when he knew I was anxious or sad.

"Okay," I said, taking a calming breath in and out.

He then left, calling a cab, leaving when it arrived. I could hear the door close and that was when I knew I was alone for a little bit before my family showed up.

Usually before something big like this they liked to spend the day out. Letting the cooks and the rest of the staff prepare, undisturbed by my family's loudness. I took this time to unpack my clothes into the dresser, since I was gonna be here for a couple of days. Tonight was our families dinner, then tomorrow night was the actual party, and the day after would be when the immediate family stays and just congratulates my sister as we all prepare to make our departure for those leaving.

***

It had been about an hour since Anthony left when my family started to arrive. I could see through my window them entering the house, filling in one after the other. My sister getting married was a big deal to them, so everyone from my mom and dad's siblings, to their cousins, to my cousins, to great aunts twice removed, was here to celebrate.

I took a big sigh before heading down to the main house where everyone was. Making sure I looked good enough in my fairly new black dress, smoothing down my hair, and having to tone down my makeup since I was supposed to look like I wasn't wearing anything to create some illusion, or something. I don't actually know, I didn't pay attention when my mom was talking about that.

Opening the door basically alerted everyone of my presence. I entered the reception room where everyone was hanging around in, having a few drinks, and making the same small talk to the people they could and couldn't tolerate.

The first to notice me was my sister who came running at me, as if I had come back from the dead, "Oh I'm so glad you're here," she exclaimed, squeezing me so hard I think she forgot that I had to breathe.

"I'm happy to be here too, especially for you," I said, though she knew the first part was a lie, but definitely not the second part.

She finally pulled back, her eyes widening in happiness, "You have to meet my fiancé," she practically screamed, with a smile so big I'm surprised her face didn't hurt.

I smiled too, since her smile was always infectious, "I will soon, let me just make my way around the room before grandma writes me out the will for not greeting her the second I walk in," I joke, since I was probably actually already written out of multiple wills for running away.

"Okay, okay, I'll let you go, but you have too. Plus I think she'd rather give the dead hamster in the backyard more than us when she dies," my sister adds jokingly, referring to the hamster we had to bury when I was 7 and she was 5.

I take a deep breath, starting to move around the room. The second I see champagne, I quickly grab a glass to help encourage me to stay here and not just run out. Like I said, I started by greeting my grandma on my dad's side, who mentioned how I was 'too muscular' since I was an agent and being in top condition was basically a requirement if you don't like dying. My grandma on my mom's side was actually a lot nicer. Complimenting my hair, asking who my stylist was. She was never horrible, we just didn't talk much since her and my mom didn't get along well. My grandpa on my mom's side was nice too, admiring how I was an agent, and how I was in his words 'saving the world' which I thought was an overstatement.

Next came all the aunts and uncles. If I was lucky I could avoid the bad ones, or keep the small talk to a minimum, only spending time with the decent ones. On my dad's side I had three aunts and one uncle who were blood related. I caught up on some of my family's life from two of my aunts, and got more comments on how 'they could never possibly work such a vigorous job' and how 'I will one day realize how I made the wrong decision. I left those two quickly, heading to my favorite aunt who greeted me with open arms.

She filled me in on the actual family drama, who was mad at who, who divorced who, who was seeing who. She was an amazing aunt, and the only I truly remembered fully by name, the others I only really remembered when asked, or if they were at an event with me. But my aunt Kathy was amazing and always slipped me a couple of extra bucks, or nice shoes.

Soon I had to leave her and head towards more of my mom's side. My mom's side was...well...scary to say the least. They very much believed that I shouldn't be working, especially in a job like being an agent, so I knew I was in for some passive aggressive comments. My mom's side had three uncles, one of them being adopted, and two aunts who were like Madeline and Louise. They always gossiped, but not in a fun way like my aunt Kathy. More in a deceitful way, both of them were on their 4th divorce. I stopped keeping track at some point. Both talked about how my job was a crazy thing to do, and how they remember their teenage rebellious phase.

I left them before I got a headache, moving onto talking with my uncles. Besides that the two blood ones were a tad misogynistic, they were okay. They mostly talked about business, and how sales for equipment for agents was at an all time high, to which I just smiled and nodded, not really knowing what they were talking about.

The adopted one was my favorite uncle. While he wasn't blood related, he was the best in the family. He was always joking, and talked about how his sister was also an agent before losing her talent and becoming a secretary. We talked for a little bit till I spotted the person I was looking for.

My cousin Jade. I found her semi-hidden behind a plant, holding two glasses of champagne, mouthing the words to 'Maneater' as she hid her device that was playing the music she was listening to. I walked up behind her asking, "Are you listening to Maneater at a family party," which startled her.

"Christ, I thought you were one of the aunts coming to scold me," she said, relieved it wasn't one of our aunts, "And yes, it was. Its better than listening to stuffy small talk all night."

"You're not wrong," I said, agreeing with her statement, "Then again, drinking the fountain water is better than small talk." We continued our conversation for a while till we were all called for dinner.

The main dining room was big enough for both my mom and dad's side, plus their partners, and some of the older cousins from each side. The younger kids were sent to the other smaller dining room, where they were served their own stuff, and away from all the adult talk.

Dinner started off somewhat nicely. I stayed talking to Jade, who was next to me, my grandma from my dad's side on my other side, but she ignored me for the most part. Everything was going great, conversation was flowing, the food was nice, and everyone was giving my sister nice compliments and congratulations.

It was perfect, until it wasn't. My grandma who I was sitting next to had to pipe up and say, "You should take less food, no man would want someone built like you," while I was grabbing another piece of chicken.

Almost everyone either quieted down or went silent as her voice projected through the room. My uncle soon defended me, "There's no need to talk like that, let the girl eat." Sadly though that wasn't the end of that.

"Well, if we let her keep being like that then no man will marry her. Especially at this age, her sister is already getting married, and she doesn't even have a boyfriend," she said, meaning every word she said. I was only 20, my sister was 19. It was a one almost two year gap, yet she was still getting married young and before me. I chose my career over marriage, something I apparently wasn't supposed to do but did anyway.

Now others started talking. My two gossiping aunts said how, "Someone would probably marry me. I have to do something once my "talent" fades," putting talent in air quotes, as if my ability was nothing, or how, "Maybe he won't be rich like she was supposed to marry, but maybe she can trick some somewhat handsome guy."

"She's the one who's supposed to inherit their fortune?"

"I'd rather live in a swamp than look like her."

"At least I can get a boyfriend, and not have a job. She can't even get one and her job is just sad." My cousins said, insulting me like I wasn't there.

Everything felt surreal. I could feel Jade rubbing my arm trying to comfort me as she was talking to me, and on the other side of me was my grandma berating me for basically just existing. All the chatter around me of everyone pointing out my mistakes, and how I wasn't married felt overwhelming, making me want to cry.

What was worse though was how my parents didn't say anything. At least my sister tried to shush people and get them to stop. My parents did nothing though, maybe even added to the chatter.

I eventually got up, leaving the room. Tears stinging my eyes, the feeling almost as bad as the one my family made me feel. Jade tried grabbing my arm to get me to not leave, but she let me go, not following so i could have my space.

The second I walked into my part of the house and into my room, I could feel the tears pouring. I was leaning against my bed, trying to let everything process fully.

I didn't think I was that bad looking. I was usually complimented on my style or looks, even hit on once or twice, which I really didn't like, but still I thought I was still decent looking. My job wasn't the worst either. Especially at my age, most agents lost their talent by now, but I still had mine and it was working better than ever. Yet, no matter how much I tried to reassure myself, their comments still got to me.

I didn't even hear Anthony enter the house, or even my room. But the next thing I knew, he was right in front of me, holding me, asking what was wrong. I told him everything. I don't think I'd seen someone more shocked before.

He shook his head, looking me in my eyes, "Your family is wrong. You're gorgeous, don't listen to them," he said, trying to comfort me, "And, you're one of the best agents in the world, and I say that with full confidence. You're amazing, please don't listen to them darling." He held me for a little bit longer, continuing to comfort me.

Soon he got up, getting ready for bed, as I did the same. We got situated in bed for the night. There was only one bed, but we decided to be mature about it and just sleep in the same bed. It wouldn't be the worst thing in the world, and it's just for two nights.

We were originally somewhat far apart from each other, before I turned towards him, "Anthony," I said, my voice rather small.

He turned towards me, "Yes, darling," he said, his voice low and tired.

I took a breath before I asked, "Did you really mean what you said?" thinking that maybe he only said it to be nice.

"I meant every word, love," he told me, moving his hand to wrap around my waist pulling me close to him, "Why don't you get some sleep. Don't worry about it, I'll take care of it in the morning," he told me.

I didn't know what he meant, but I was tired from the day's events, and drifted off into sleep in his arms. He held me close the entire night, my head on his chest, with his arms wrapped around my waist.

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[achaotichuman]

Okay okay okay, so the Vanserra brother's all have a toxic or unhealthy relationship with each other to some extent. It's only natural in the environment they live in, they never learned what a healthy family dynamic looks like, and they have been taught through the means of violence all their lives.

My point is, don't exclude Lucien from this.

The trope where there's one family memeber (aka Lucien) who just happen to be born perfect and was never at all influenced by the violence of his family house hold? Overused, overdone, boring, boooo, DJ play the next track I've heard this one already.

Buuuut, Lucien who is just like the rest of his brothers and purposefully took the time and made the extreme effort to break out of those habits and behaviors and began to heal from them? It adds flavor, it's adds complexity to his character, AND GUESS WHAT IT MAKES IT ANGSTIER.

Lucien as a young adult is at first an aristocratic asshat who is the life of the party, with many friends but really no true friends because he can't let any of them get to close to him. He acts like a typical asshole, and then he meets Jesminda. And no I am not about to say she 'fixed' him, what would have happened, is that he fell in love with her wild spirit, her personality, the way she didn't even bat an eyelash at him.

But Jesminda is never gonna go for him, because of who he is, who he projects himself to be. She tells him the day he learns to let his heart melt is the day she will marry him.

So, Lucien purposefully learns to be a better person, he leaves the behaviors he was taught as a child behind. He starts to heal from Beron's severe neglect and abuse. And when Jesminda notices he is genuinely making a a change, she helps him, they become friends before they become lovers. He opens up to her, and she to him.

And then his heart melts, and they both fall in love naturally.

Beron notices Lucien's change in behavior, has his brothers spy on him. Finds him with Jesminda, puts two and two together. And decides Jesminda is poisoning his son's mind, and has her executed. Under the guise she was trying to convince Lucien to rebel against the High lord.

Lucien is distraught, he runs to Spring. He swears up and down that never again, he is never opening up to another person again. And then he meets Tamlin, who shows him kindness, patience, and allows him space to heal, helps him to slowly get to his feet over many years.

Then once more, Lucien melts again. He finds himself better again, maybe better than before.

Then boom Amarantha. He swears he will hate the human girl that Tamlin is forced to take a bride.

And then he finds she has this wild spirit that almost mirrors who Jesminda was. And the cycle repeats.

Also also also.

I just want a scene where Lucien as a young adult sneaks into one of his brother's room when they're asleep and attempts to smother them.

Like,

Silas (Second eldest brother)- *Snoring* *Feels something on his face* "Wha- WHAT-"

Lucien- *Actively smothering him with a pillow* "Shhhhhhh it'll be over soon, shhhhhhhhhhhh."

Or Lucien holding a knife in a kitchen alone with Eris and just thinking 'It'd be soooo easy...'

STOP MAKING LUCIEN THE OUTLIER

HE WAS JUST AS CRAZY AS THE REST OF EM

[hollybell51]

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Supernatural (2005), s03e02 “bloodlust”

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Summary: you and Sam don't exactly see eye to eye with Dean's new friend, so you return to the motel by yourselves. Things... escalate.  

Content: smutty smut smut! Shameless, loving, gentle porn with a bit of a plot. Tooth rotting sappiness and fluff. Bit of hurt/comfort, bit of angst. Reader is just so in love with Sam (I am too dw). Sam is down horrendously bad for the reader (I'm horrendously down bad for him. I cannot emphasise this enough). Use of (Y/N), but not too much. Hickeys, making out, extremely light switchiness (barely noticeable, just healthily flexible dynamics), blowjobs, handjobs, fingering, safe sex, vaginal sex. Hugs all round (someone needed to give these boys one), Dean and the reader get along, Dean has like one soft moment, there's quite a bit of reminiscing and stuff. Gordon's vibes are Off. As above, set during season 2 episode 3.

Notes: HAPPY NEW YEAR MY LOVES! I'm (kinda) back, and my summaries have not gotten any better! Started watching Supernatural and got brainrot. Got lots of stuff planned but probably won't actually write it (sorry). The things I would let these two men do to me is insane like actually insane besties I am not ok. Anyways enjoy the by-product of my suffering, consider this a peace offering as I worm my way into the Supernatural fandom.

Also I have been working sporadically on some requests so if you made one chances are I've seen it and I have started it, but also I have Things in my Life right now that are very Stressful so yeah that's fun but yknow it is what it is, thanks everyone for being so supportive and patient with me xx

To say you were uncomfortable would have been an understatement. It wasn’t just how easily Gordon was talking about what had happened, or the too-bright light in his eyes as he recounted it, or Dean’s ease with the whole thing. It had been a freaking execution! And sure, the guy was a vampire, but the way the saw had just chewed right through his neck, the kicking of his legs as he’d died, the blood spraying over Dean’s face… yeah. As Sam had put it, decapitations weren’t really your idea of a good time. And it certainly wasn’t something you felt like laughing about over drinks. 

You could see Sam’s leg bouncing slightly, his face blank as he stared at the beer he was nursing. Your own stomach twisted with unease. Chances were, if he was on edge, so were you. The emotional interplay wasn’t new, and in fact, Dean gave you endless shit about it. “I don’t know what’s up with you,” he’d say. “I just gotta thank God I don’t develop some freaky emotional feedback loop with every girl I bang.” 

Now, Sam glanced at you, raising an eyebrow. You screwed up your nose. Not enough to be too noticeable, but enough to let him know you thought something was a bit off too. He nodded almost imperceptibly. 

“What’s up with you two?” Dean asked, frowning at your practically untouched beer. 

You shrugged. Sam shrugged. 

Dean rolled his eyes, taking a mouthful of his drink before turning to his new friend. “I swear,” he said, “they read each others' minds. He’s grumpy, she’s grumpy. She’s happy, he’s happy. I reckon if she stubbed her toe, he’d be limping.” 

Gordon barked a laugh, raising his eyebrows. “That so?” 

“Dean, come off it,” you sighed. 

He shook his head, smiling. “Lighten up, both of you.” 

You opened your mouth to say something about how you didn’t think lightening up was really appropriate given the circumstances, but the scraping of Sam’s chair cut you off. 

“I’m not gonna bring you guys down,” he said. “I’m just gonna go back to the motel.” 

“Yeah,” you agreed as he glanced at you, “I’m a bit tired.” 

Dean frowned. “You sure?” 

You nodded, standing. 

“Ok,” he shrugged. “Seeya.” 

“Seeya,” you smiled tightly, then passed him your unfinished beer. “You want this?” 

“You’re not taking it?” 

You shook your head. “Not in a beer sort of mood.” 

He gave you a searching look, then shrugged again and took the drink. “Sure.” 

“Thanks, Gordon.” You nodded to the other hunter. As much as you felt off about him, you didn’t need to be rude. 

He inclined his head back to you. “My pleasure.” 

Sam’s hand settled on your back as you joined him by the door, and you cast a final glance back at the two men remaining at the table. 

“Sammy!” Dean called, the car keys jingling in his hand as he tossed them to his brother. “Remind me to beat that buzzkill outta you later, alright?” 

Sam caught them with ease, Gordon’s enquiry of “something I said?” chasing you out the door. Hell yeah, it was something he said. It was everything he said.  

“Jesus,” you grumbled, shivering in the cold air. 

Sam snorted, absently shrugging off his jacket and handing it to you. Equally thoughtlessly, you put it on. It had become something of a routine. Sam didn’t exactly get too cold very often, but you did. He was many things, and “gentleman” was pretty high on the list by you reckoning. 

“I don’t know about all of this,” he said, feet crunching on the gravel as he headed towards the car. “Something’s…” 

“Off, yeah.” You swung into the passenger seat, arms crossed firmly over your chest. 

“I can’t quite–” The engine cut him off for a moment, but he didn’t finish the sentence anyway. It didn’t matter.

“I know, it’s a brain itch.” 

Sam sighed, shaking his head. “Tell me about it. Seatbelt,” he added as the car rolled out of the parking lot, another habit between the two of you. You could have sworn you’d have been dead years ago if you hadn’t had someone reminding you to use the damn things, a fact that both Winchester brothers were not afraid to attempt to drill into you. They hadn’t had much success. 

You hummed as you clicked the strap across your body, shrinking further down into the seat. You were feeling better now that you weren’t sitting across from Gordon, now that it was just you and Sam. You loved Dean, of course you did, but Sam was just so easy to be around. The two of you clicked, simple as that, and you adored it. 

“I’m gonna call Ellen,” Sam said decisively, frowning at the road. “Maybe she knows him.” 

You nodded. “Mhm, good idea.” 

You were still humming – the melody from something that had been playing on the drive that day, you thought – as you entered the motel room, gulping down a glass of water before jumping onto the kitchen counter. Your heels made a dull thud, thud, thud, on the cupboards as you swung them, the zipper of Sam’s jacket swishing over the cheap vinyl. You watched him take a seat on the bed and dial Ellen. 

You listened idly to his side of the conversation, eventually sliding off the counter top and coming to sit behind him on the bed. You rested your head on his shoulder, sighing. It had been an oddly long day. 

“But I thought you said he was a good hunter,” he was frowning. 

You thought you heard her say “Hannibal Lecter”, and frowned too. Shit, was Gordon some kind of serial killer? You hoped not. 

Sam’s back was warm under your cheek, but his shoulders were tense. The last few weeks hadn’t been easy. You hadn’t known John Winchester well, but the time you’d spent with him had been… Well, it hadn’t been nice exactly, but you could see the love he had for his sons. You couldn’t imagine going through what Sam had, almost losing his brother and then really losing his father in the space of a week. You thought he was handling everything reasonably well, all things considered.

There’d been one moment, just a few days ago, when you’d thought he might crack. Dean had been out like a light in the back of the car, and you’d reached around to snap a photo of him squished up against the window. You’d laughed at it – he looked ridiculous. When you’d glanced up to show Sam, he was staring straight at the road, a muscle in his jaw twitching. 

“Alright?” you’d asked, and he’d nodded.

You’d frowned. “Want me to drive for a bit?”

This time, a head shake.

He wasn’t alright, you could see that clear as day. “Sam, pull over,” you said softly.

He’d swung the car off the road so abruptly you’d jerked against your seatbelt, simply sitting with his foot on the brake and both hands on the steering wheel.

You’d reached over and put the car in park, switching off the ignition. “Come on,” you’d said, “out.” 

He’d leant against the side of the car, arms crossed, staring out into the field you were driving past. 

“Interesting grass?” you’d asked, bumping your shoulder against his. 

He hadn’t smiled exactly, but his mouth had definitely twitched up a bit at the corner. You’d consider that a win. 

“Seriously,” you’d prodded. “What’s up?” 

“I don’t…” He’d trailed off, picking at a loose thread on his shirt. “I can’t…” 

You’d frowned as he’d shaken his head, looking anywhere but you. You’d told yourself something like this was gonna happen eventually, prepped the whole “I’m here no matter what” speech a thousand times, but now you didn’t really know what to do. The only thing you could think of was to put your hand on his back, rubbing slow, soothing circles like your kindergarten teacher used to do when you were upset. 

Sam’s voice was choked when he finally spoke. “I can’t lose you.” 

Four words, but you were convinced your heart had shattered right there. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” you said, stepping to face him. You took his hands in yours, uncrossing his arms.

“How can you–?” 

You cut him off, shaking your head as you raised his hands to your face and kissed his knuckles. “I’m not going anywhere,” you repeated. “Nowhere you can’t follow.” 

He’d just nodded, pulling you into a tight hug. You breathed deeply, the strong smell of the most recent laundromat’s detergent all around you, your fingers bunched in the back of Sam’s shirt. 

“I’ve got your back,” you whispered. “You know that, right?”

“I know,” he murmured into your hair, “I’ve got yours, too.” 

“Good.” You’d pulled away, smiling as you stretched up to kiss him. It was soft and chaste, but that was all either of you needed. 

Then Dean had woken up and shouted at you to save your “romantic moments” for when you weren’t supposed to be driving. You’d grumbled that he was just jealous, which he’d vehemently denied amongst a lot of vomit noises. But later, as you’d waited for Sam to get back with lunch, he’d put his arm around your shoulders and pulled you close to his side. 

“I’m glad he’s got you,” he’d said. “Real glad.” 

“You’ve got me too,” you’d smiled. “Always.” 

He’d just stared at you for a moment, his arm still around you, before he’d cleared his throat and stepped back. “Thanks,” he’d muttered. “‘ppreciate it.”  

Now, with the same softness, you let your hand slide up Sam’s back and across his shoulders, then down his side. You brushed over his chest, down to his stomach, then back up to settle over his heart. You always forgot how big he was until you tried to get your arms around him, then it was like hugging a mountain. You loved it. 

He cleared his throat. 

You smiled, placing a soft kiss where his hair brushed the back of his neck, using your free hand to sweep it away. 

“Ok, yeah,” Sam said to Ellen. He sighed as your lips trailed higher, up under his ear. 

“Mhm, we will.” His fingers curled in the bed covers as you sucked ever so gently at the spot you’d found, the one you knew drove him insane. 

“Yep, alright. Thanks, Ellen.” A forceful swallow as you rubbed slow patterns across his front, nothing but the thin material of his shirt separating your hand from his skin. 

“Ok. Bye.” 

You smiled as the phone beeped, then was thrown to the bed. You eased your hand under his shirt, shivering as your fingers met the warm expanse of his torso. You could touch him like this forever, if you were given the chance. 

“What’re you doing?” he breathed, tilting his head back, baring his throat. 

“Kissing you,” you whispered as you moved down the muscle of his neck, “touching you,” as your hand ran gently over his pectoral, thumb grazing his nipple. 

“Mm, do I get to kiss you too?” 

You smiled. “If you ask nicely, yeah.” 

“Please?” 

“Hm?”

He sighed. “(Y/N), come on.” 

“Nope,” you laughed softly. “Ask nicely.” 

You felt his chest heave under your hand, and you pressed your mouth to his neck again. 

“Pretty please,” he murmured. 

You pretended to be considering this for a moment, dragging it out. Truth be told, you wanted him to kiss you just as much as he wanted to, but God it was fun teasing a bit. Especially like this, when it was you draped over his back, hinting at giving him hickeys, touching wherever you pleased. 

“Go ahead,” you replied. 

Before you could even draw another breath he’d turned and brought his hand up to cup your face, pressing his lips against yours. You let him lick into your mouth, his tongue sliding languidly alongside your own, the faint taste of beer still clinging to him. It was all so soft and gentle and full of care, everything you adored about him. 

He shifted back on the bed, turning to face you. Your hands were still under his shirt, arm still stretched across his body as he pushed against you. 

“I love this on you,” he murmured as his hands found the opening of his jacket, pushing it back over your shoulders. 

You smiled. “You want me to take it off?” 

“And this.” He plucked at the t-shirt you wore underneath, already coaxing it upwards. 

“Alright,” you laughed, batting his hands away. “Patience is a virtue.” 

“Whoever said that clearly never met you.” 

You looked away, hoping to hide the pink you could feel flooding your cheeks. However many times you did this, Sam never failed to get you flustered. You could sense his eyes on you as you stripped yourself of your shirt and his jacket, the intensity of his gaze sending shivers down your spine.

He started to shuffle back further onto the bed, one hand settling on your waist as he leant down to kiss along your jaw. You sighed, your mind halfway made up to just let him keep going like that. But no. 

“Uh-uh,” you said, pushing him gently off you. 

“What do you–? Oh.” 

You smiled as you slid off the bed, kneeling between his legs. You ran your hand up his thigh, deftly undoing his belt and fly. Heck, you’d had practice. “Can I?”

“Yes,” he nodded quickly. “God, yes.” 

You rolled your eyes, gesturing to his pants. “Well you gotta help me out a bit, yeah?” 

“Sorry,” he grinned, shedding them in one smooth motion.

“And those.” You pointed at his underwear. 

“Yes, your highness.” 

“Damn right,” you muttered as you kissed your way up his thigh, nipping gently at the skin of his hip. He smelled of the soap from last night’s motel room, faint but still there, a little sweat from the night’s earlier action. You could taste it where your tongue touched him, and man was it good.

His voice was breathy when he asked, “You gonna keep teasing me forever?” 

“Maybe.” You watched as goosebumps appeared where your breath tickled him, smiling to yourself. 

“Is that what’s got you smiling like that?” 

You sat back on your heels, arms resting on his knees as you looked up at him. He was so gorgeous, the shitty neon lighting of the room glancing off his hair in a kind of halo. You thought your next words through very carefully. 

“No,” you said slowly. “I’m thinking about how your cock’s gonna feel in my mouth. How you’re gonna say my name when I’ve got you so deep down my throat I’m almost gagging. I bet you won’t be able to keep your hands off me, I’ll make you feel so good.” 

Sam’s mouth fell open, his hands twitching where they rested on the duvet. 

“What do you think?” 

He swallowed. “I think I’m not even gonna take you up on that bet, I think you’re right.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah.” 

“Ok then.” You smiled, leaning forward and taking his dick in your hands. It was hard and warm to the touch, already leaking precum. You licked down, then up again, swirling your tongue around the head. 

“Fuck,” he hissed. “Please, (Y/N).” 

“You want me to suck it?” 

“Yes. Please.” 

You shrugged. “Since you asked so nicely.” You sank your mouth down onto him, your hands working what wouldn’t fit. Sam’s thighs tensed, and you moved. You could have stayed like that forever, you thought, just holding him in your mouth. You had half a mind to ask about that, actually. 

Sam moaned, his fingers twisting in the covers as you pulled your head back, then forward again, sucking and licking along his length. You’d wanted to take your time at first, tease him and see how long it took for him to be fisting your hair and moving your head for you. But now, breathing in the smell of him, feeling the weight and the heat of him, you were losing your composure. 

“Oh my God,” he whispered as you increased your speed, your hand moving in tandem with your mouth. His dick was slick with your spit and only getting messier, something you might have been embarrassed about in the past. Now it turned you on. 

You moaned, the vibrations jolting Sam’s hips despite his best efforts. You gave a tiny huff of laughter out your nose, lowering your head even further until the tip of his cock hit the back of your throat. 

“(Y/N),” he panted. “Shit, (Y/N).” 

“Hm?” You glanced up at him, your eyes watering slightly. He made a sound you’d thought only existed in pornos – before you met him, that was – as his hand finally flew to your hair, his fingers carding through it. He was trying so hard to be gentle, and you loved him for it. 

“You look so hot like that,” he whispered. “How’re you so fucking hot?” 

You smiled, your enthusiasm doubling. You vividly remembered a conversation you’d had with Sam and Dean in the car once, where Dean had proclaimed that “there are blowjobs, and then there are blowjobs.” Sam had turned and looked at you, raising an eyebrow. Dean had yelled at you both and told you to get a room. What you were doing right now was definitely a blowjob, and you were loving every second of it. 

“I’m gonna cum,” Sam was panting, “(Y/N) oh my God I’m gonna cum.” 

His fingers tightened in your hair, his head thrown back and his cock twitching in your mouth. You went all in, sucking and licking and jerking with everything you had in you. 

Yes, you thought as you swallowed everything he gave you, basking in his muttered curses and groans like they were water and you were a wilted houseplant. This was heaven, right here. Every time you watched him come undone, you were completely convinced it couldn’t get any better than this. And without fail, the next time it did. 

He was still panting as you licked him clean, as gently as you could. His hand had settled on your shoulder, large fingers caressing your skin so tenderly it made you want to cry. 

“You ok?” you asked, sitting back. You patted his knee, watching his face carefully. He was flushed, a light sheen of sweat sticking some of his hair to his forehead. You hadn’t really paid much attention at the time, but now you wished you’d made him take off his shirt too. You loved watching his chest heave as he tried to catch his breath. 

“Ok?” he echoed, opening his eyes. He grinned. “I’m more than ok.” 

You smiled back, licking your lips. “Good.” 

“Come up here,” he said, patting his leg. “And take off your pants.” 

“Magic word?”

“Please.” Then, on second thoughts, “pretty please.” 

You laughed, but got up and shed your jeans anyway. You slid onto his lap, straddling his thigh and wrapping your arms around his neck. He kissed you softly, holding you close against him. The material of his shirt tickled your skin, very noticeably baring you from the silken warmth of his skin. 

“Off,” you said against his lips, plucking at the garment. 

“Off,” he repeated, tracing the line of your underwear. 

Almost perfectly in sync, the two of you shed the offending clothing. 

“I love this,” he whispered as he reached behind you, deftly unfastening your bra and pulling it away from you. He set it aside carefully, almost reverently, then bent his head and fastened his mouth to your breast. “Hey,” he said after a moment, frowning. 

You frowned too. “What’s wrong?” 

His finger traced a delicate circle over your other breast, tapping at a spot just above your nipple. “What’s this?” 

You squinted at the area, then laughed. The faded yellowish bruise wasn’t all that visible, but of course Sam would find it. 

“What is it?” 

“It’s a hickey. From you. From last time.” 

His face cleared. “Shit, didn’t realise it’d last that long. Sorry.” 

“Don’t be,” you smiled. “Makes me think of you whenever I see it.” 

“Maybe I should give you more, then.” 

Your grin widened. “Please.”

“Mm?” 

You rolled your eyes. “Pretty please.” 

“Ok.” He bent once more, sucking a matching spot into your unmarked breast. Then he added another one beside it, and a third right in the middle of your sternum. 

“No more low cut tops, I guess,” you sighed, stifling a moan as he moved downwards with another. 

“Shame,” he murmured into your skin, “I love those low cut tops.” 

“Yeah, I know.” 

“I’d be insane not to.” 

You laughed, then gasped as he ran his hand up your thigh. 

“Relax,” he said. 

“I’m relaxed, I’m so relaxed.” 

“Your heartbeat says you’re lying.” 

“That’s for you,” you told him, meeting his eyes. “That’s what you do to me.” 

“And this?” His finger darted between your legs, sliding easily with how wet you were. 

“Yeah,” you gasped, “all for you.” 

He cursed softly, then lowered you gently onto the bed. He propped himself half over you, half beside you, his hand stroking down over your stomach, your hips, around your pelvis. 

“Please,” you moaned. “Sam, please.” 

“Please what?” 

“Touch me. Please,” you added as an afterthought. 

“Nice manners,” he noted, rubbing achingly slow circles over your clit. 

You gripped his arm, fingers digging into the muscle as he bent and resumed his assault on your breasts. 

“You take such good care of me,” he continued, his voice muffled slightly by your soft flesh. “You always take such good care of me.”

“Cause I love you,” you whispered. 

“Mhm, you gonna let me take care of you too?”

“Yeah,” you nodded. “Of course.” 

“Good.”

You whined at the loss of his fingers on your clit, then bit your lip to quiet what would have been a loud moan as he slipped the finger inside you. The heel of his hand ground against your sensitive bundle of nerves, his finger putting just the right pressure in just the right places. You’d be a mess in no time, and you both knew it. 

“Fuck, Sam,” you panted, your back arching as you chased the feeling. 

“Hm?” His chest was warm where it pressed against your side, the muscles of his arm rippling subtly under the skin where your fingers dug into him. His free hand stroked your shoulder, his mouth busy littering your chest with hickeys. You could feel him growing hard again against your thigh. 

“Fuck me?” you half asked, half offered. 

He grunted softly at your words, nodding. “Got a condom?” 

“Mhm, yeah, sure. One sec.” You reached over to your jeans, rummaging in the pockets until you struck gold. Or foil, you supposed. You watched as Sam tore it open and slid it on, as easily as if he was tying shoelaces. He’d gotten stupidly fast at putting the things on, courtesy of the whole “Dean could get back any minute so let’s just be as fast as we can” element you so often found yourselves dealing with. You weren’t complaining. 

“Ready?” he asked, positioning himself between your legs. You rocked your hips gently, feeling his hardness pressed against your dripping centre. 

He nodded, then softly slid inside you. You both gasped at the feeling, the familiar stretch and the warmth of it. It was like he was made for you, the way he fit. 

“Fuck,” you whispered, your fingers twisting in the duvet. 

“Alright?” he asked, and you nodded. 

“Move,” you urged him. He did, slow and gentle. The light was doing that thing with his hair again, and you wanted nothing more than to run your fingers through it. Brush it off his forehead, kiss him there, smooth the faint worry line that seemed to be present more and more frequently. You’d do anything to make it disappear forever. 

“You feel so good,” he murmured, leaning forward to deliver more kisses to your chest. You were gonna have a whole forest of hickeys when you were done.  

“You feel good,” you replied. Your breath was coming short, a light sheen of sweat gathering over your skin even though you weren’t the one doing all the work. 

“Touch yourself,” he encouraged you, “I want you to cum while I’m fucking you.” 

“Shit, ok,” you replied, reaching down and running a finger in tiny circles over your clit. You loved how easily you could give and take control with him, how quickly and smoothly you could switch roles when you wanted to. It wasn’t just in bed, either, and you adored it. You adored him.

Your own hand combined with the steady thrusting of his dick was perfect. You weren’t going to last long, and judging by Sam’s shuddering breaths and muttered curses, your name sprinkled throughout, neither was he. 

“(Y/N), fuck,” he moaned, his abdominal muscles twitching and tensing. 

“I’m gonna cum,” you gasped as you felt the tightness coiling inside you, more, more, more– “Holy fuck, I’m gonna–” You released with a frantic cry of his name, your spine arching and your legs locking around his hips. You felt yourself contract around his dick, the stuttering of his strokes as he too reached his climax. 

He slowed eventually, coming to a stop as the tremors receded from your body and your brain returned to your head. You were spent, content to lie there with his warm, comforting weight on top of you until the world stopped turning. 

He rolled off you, peeling off the condom and tying it neatly before tossing it to the floor to be disposed of later. You turned to face him, your head resting on his bicep, his other arm draped over your side. His hand stroked your back, soft and loving. 

You smiled as you reached up, sweeping the hair from his face. “You good?” you murmured, cupping his cheek gently. 

He nodded, leaning forward to kiss you softly. You reciprocated, then stretched up and placed a kiss on his forehead. 

“How about you?” he asked. 

“I’m great.” Then you sighed, your thumb stroking tiny arcs across the curve of his cheekbone. “You’re so beautiful,” you whispered. 

“Look at you,” he answered. “You’re so beautiful.”  

You closed the few inches of space between you, pressing your lips to his. “I really do love you,” you said as you pulled away. “So much.” 

He smiled. “I know, I love you too. More than anything.” 

You went to kiss him again, but his phone buzzed and you froze. He groped for it blindly, frowning. You’d both learnt the hard way that if his phone went off and Dean wasn’t with you, it was best to check it. 

Sam snorted, flipping it around for you to see. 

The text, from Dean, was two sentences. “Back in 1/2 hour. Get decent.” 

“Screw you, Dean.” 

Sam laughed, tossing the phone to the side. “I guess we’ve got half an hour.” 

“I’m taking a shower then,” you said. “I saw a vending machine, like, right outside, and I really want a soda right now.” 

“I’ll get you a soda if you let me take the shower with you?” 

“Deal.” You held out your hand as if to shake on it, but he kissed it instead. Yeah, “gentleman” was definitely high up on that list. 

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Thoughts on s3 ep 13!

fucking hell ya'll,, we're almost at the end of this and I simply can't believe it and don't want to believe it simply because I don't want it to end and I don't see how the fuck they're going to tie up all the loose ends in just the next two episodes.

This time around I recorded my reactions to it and it was a lot of yelling and making really weird noises,, but uh, y'know the drill!

Incoherent screaming (this time for real) and spoilers under the cut!

Click here for the audio recording of my initial reaction

WAAAAAH I DON'T EVER WANT TO SEE OMEGA IN PRISON UNIFORMS AGAIN!!!

i forgot they had that baby up in there,, omg

FUCKIN' WAAGHHh why didn't omega try to like access that hatch thing at night?? wouldn't that have been less risky??

this episode stressed me the fuck out,, I have a headache rn holy fuck

EMERIE I'M ON MY HANDS AND KNEES PLEASE DO SOMETHING

wait how the fuck are they going to get that baby through the chute thingy??

Eva is so precious :( I love her so much

Omega has been in there for like probably a day or something and is already making plans to escape, I love her so much

"That's okay, I like a challenge" AAAAA WRECKER WOULD BE SO PROUD!!

Question: why the fuck do they keep taking samples if they know her blood is compatible??

PHEE COME BACK D:

I better see more of Phee somewhere, anywhere, please, I love her so much your honor

ALSDKF;A I FUCKING FORGOT ABOUT RAMPART LMAOOO

Echo!!!! FUCKING HELL!!!! ECHO <3!!!!!

I missed Echo so much,, this episode really just showed that they couldn't have him in it because he would've gotten things done like five episodes ago because he's just that good

Them keeping Rampart is so funny to me idk

He was such a throw away character to me in the other seasons so I this is so hilarious to me, what a silly, pathetic man I need to see him get chewed up by a space animal or something idk

after all this time it was strange to see Crosshair in the background of things but he was still shoving Rampart around and I loved it

I SWEAR TO GO IF I SEE. Y'ALL THIRSTING FOR RAMPART!!! THAT MAN BOMBED KAMINO Y'ALL BEST REMEMBER WHO THE REAL ENEMY IS!!!

Rampart is basically Walmart Kallus

I swear to god, Hunter is getting shorter

Also looks like Crosshair is filling out :( He's finally getting to eat now :((

THEIR ARMOR ALL BLACKENED OUT??? WHAT A LOOK!!

Crosshair's helmet ESPECIALLY, it looks super cool

RAHHHHHH THAT SUPER LONG SHOT OF HUNTER LOOKING AT HIS BLACKENED OUT HELMET AGGUUGGHHHHH

Felt like I was watching an episode of Rebels due to how they were infiltrating the place

How the FUCK did nobody like,, notice?? insane. imperials are so fucking stupid I love that so much.

"Oh I don't think so" FUCKING AAAAA WOW THAT WAS HOT ECHO I LOVE YOU

WHEN WRECKER WAS JUST CHILLING ON HIS PHONE???? STOP. I'M ALREADY IN LOVE WITH THIS MAN!!!! FUCKING RAAGHHHHH

"Where is your captain?" - "Uh, captaining?" WRECKER MI VIDA!!!!

I've said it 100 times and I'll keep fucking saying it,, everything Wrecker does in this season is pure just,, everything he does is amazing, I love him so much, even in the background, him simply breathing?? Iconic. He better stay breathing.

WHEN HE WAS WEARING THE HAT OF THE GUY HE KNOCKED OUT?!?!? MARRY ME.

I know Rampart is stressed out of his mind LMAO bro is getting out of this with gray hair

"It's the only chance we have of finding Omega and freeing those clone prisoners" WHHHATTTTT HUNTER FINALLY THINKING ABOUT SOMETHING OTHER THAN OMEGA??? NO FUCKING WAY!!!

THE WAY CROSSHAIR WENT "he can't go alone" AFTER ECHO VOLUNTEERED TO SNEAK ABOARD THE SCIENCE VESSEL AAAAHHH i'm going to be sick,,

Crosshair and Echo dynamic my beloved

ECHO SLAY

OH MY BELOVED ARC TROOPER!!!!!!

last stretch of the episode had me so fucking stressed

i'm not ready for the next ones

"Negative" and all the Hunter girlies fell to their fucking knees

that was HOT

and stressful as FUCK

losing my mind

Music was insane, omg loved it

WAAAAAAAAAH I CAN'T BELIEVE IT'S ALMOST THE END

AND FUCKING NOT A SIGN OF TECH???? WHAT THE FUCK

THAT'S NOT FAIR THAT THIS SHOW GETS ONLY 3 SEASONS AND FOR MOST OF IT CROSSHAIR, ECHO, AND TECH ARE BARELY IN IT!!! LIKE WHAT THE FUCK DO YOU MEAN THAT TECH IS ABSENT THE WHOLE FUCKING THIRD SEASON ARE YOU FUCKING KIDDING ME?????

makes me fucking sick

they need to give us a whole ass season of all of them together being happy on Pabu I swear to god

this episode made me fucking sick ugh

everything sucks man oh my god

[queen--kenobi]

Kinktober Day #3: Orgasm Control

Pre-war!Cooper Howard x OFC (Marilyn Aikens)

Kinktober 2024 masterlist

Warnings: NSFT (orgasm denial and control, D/s dynamics, PiV, cowgirl, sub!Cooper)

When he agreed to let Marilyn take control, he hadn't expected this. 

Cooper throws his head back, breath coming in shallow pants. He whines, high pitch and wanting, when Marilyn drags her tongue along the column of his neck. She keeps the motion of her hand steady, pumping him almost leisurely. His thighs quake.

He's close, he's so close he cou-

A whine tears from his throat when Marilyn stops her movements.

“Oh, that was close.” Her condescending coo makes his eyes roll back into his head.

“ ‘s enough.” He tries to tell her, but the words come out a jumbled mess. Marilyn grins into his neck. 

“I don't think it is.” She nips at his ear. “You still seem a little too tense, darlin’.”

Cooper gets it, why that pet name drives women wild, when he hears it fall from her lips. Her accent is more low country than his, but it sends a tingle throughout his body all the same. He tries to lift his head up. It turns out to be a mistake; he can see her hand with her wicked red fingernails wrapped around his dick. He throbs. Marilyn giggles.

“Sweetheart, you...” She tightens her hold, hand moving just a bit faster. Cooper's head hits the bed again with a thump.

“Just relax.” She coos. “I know what you need. You've been doing good, being strong for everyone, trying to take care of everyone. Let me take care of you, yeah? Let me take care of my big strong cowboy.”

His eyes nearly roll back into his head. Marilyn shifts, pushing herself up on her free forearm. She looks down at him with a fond expression. His heart beats faster. The pure affection in her blue eyes is something he hasn't seen in a long time. 

“Once more, okay? Just hold for me once more, and then I'll reward you for being good for me.”

Cooper inhales. His brain wants to tell her he can't take it anymore, but the way he leaks more pre-cum at the thought says differently. Marilyn hums.

“Once more, and then I'll let you come inside me. Don't you want that? Feeling me squeeze around that big cock of yours?”

“Yes.” He manages to gasp out. Waves of pleasure crawl up the base of his spine. He's nothing but a raw nerve in her hands. Cooper's hands grasp at the sheets, needing a grounding point. Marilyn notices. Of course she does. He hears the sheets rustle.

He jolts like electricity has been sent through his entire being. Marilyn takes one of his hands and intertwines her fingers with his. When she brings their joined hands up and kisses the back of his hand, Cooper swears he's never felt anything more tender.

“ ‘m gonna-” He cuts himself off with a whine when she stops. Marilyn doesn't let go of his cock, instead electing to move her hand down and grasp him so he can't cum. He shakes hard, his entire body a live wire.

“Fuck.”

“Ohohoho, that was a little too close, wasn't it?”

Cooper can't even be bothered to think of a retort or anything. All he wants, all he needs, in that moment is to come. He tries to convey it with just his eyes. Marilyn presses a kiss to his forehead.

“I've got you.” She murmurs. 

Marilyn lets go of him. He watches as she finally throws her dress off to the side. She wasn't wearing anything underneath, and he outright moans at the sight. His sight naturally gravitates to her upper left thigh, a tattoo of a cowboy on it. She told him once she only developed a thing for cowboys after seeing his movies, and the tattoo on her thigh only serves to remind him of that. 

She throws her right leg over him. He hisses when she takes him in hand. As Marilyn guides him between her folds, they both look and watch. This time, Marilyn whimpers. She sinks slowly down onto him, eyes rolling back a little as she does so. Normally, Cooper would wait, give her a minute to adjust, but he's so wound up he can't help the short thrust upward. 

Marilyn outright moans. She looks down at him, the ornate ceiling light behind her giving her an almost ethereal quality. He expects her to scold him but instead, she smiles. She reaches one hand down and places it on his face.

“You've been so good for me.” She murmurs. The praise shoots through him like liquid fire. “I just have one more thing to ask of you.”

She could ask him to fetch her the damn moon, and he would. Cooper nods.

“I want you to wait until I'm ready, okay? I wanna do it together.”

If he didn't already feel perilously close to the edge, he does now. He has to focus on his breath to try and calm himself. Marilyn plants her feet and begins to slowly move. Cooper's hands fist into the sheets. She notices, of course she does. Marilyn reaches down and grabs one of his hands and guides it to her hips. Now he's given permission, his other hand finds the other side of her hips.

It's not long before she picks up speed. He matches her, moving with her. He plants his own feet onto the bed to give him more power. The smell of sex permeates the air. A drop of sweat rolls down her neck and between her breasts, and Cooper sits up to chase it with his tongue. Marilyn moans.

He can feel her shake in his hold. Watching him must have done more for her than she wants to admit. Cooper falls back, and Marilyn follows him, digging her nails into his skin. 

“Okay.” She gasps for air. “Okay, now. Come for me.”

The simple commands triggers his orgasm almost instantly. He bows with the force of it, vaguely aware of Marilyn moving more. She clenches hard around him, and he swears he sees stars.

Maybe he actually did. 

Cooper feels a cold wash cloth on his face. He opens one eye. The room is dark now, save for a single light casting a soft glow.

“Hey there, cowboy.” Marilyn's drawl draws his attention over to her. She hands him a glass, which he wordlessly accepts. She runs one hand along his bicep as he does so. “That must have been intense, you blacked out for a bit.”

Cooper blinks. Despite himself, he feels an almost nervous blush creep onto his face. 

“I did?” 

Marilyn nods. A smug grin creeps onto her face.

“You did.” She presses a kiss onto his cheek. “If you don't believe me, we should do it again. For proof.”

Cooper lets out a low laugh. 

“Darlin’, I'm already sold.”

[kaysters247]

So I’ve started a story about Patrick, and wanted to start sharing it on here! I also have it on Wattpad under the name Kaylakuy and the story is called Deadly Inferno. Let me know what you think so far!

Warning: Mature Themes

Word Count: 1104

Part 1 - The Bowers Gang Girl

Summer nights in this hellhole of a house felt entirely endless as the days and nights dragged on. Staring at myself in the mirror with the consistent cigarette burns and bruises that were imprinted fingerprints in my skin were the norm. With my bedroom door locked and window open, the curtains I've had up for what felt like years slightly ruffling about from the subtle morning breeze, I stared at myself in the body length mirror my mom once got me. Mom.... I missed her more than anything. But at the same time, I hated her guts. Leaving Henry and I like she did because she couldn't handle our dads stupid ass was ridiculous. She abandoned us. And look at us now. Henry's so lost in this darkness he can't seem to get out of, not that he wants to. And I just simply do my own thing, smoke in private with Beverly who sneaks me cigs when she can, burning my own skin because it was an ounce of pleasure I somehow enjoyed. Pain. It was something to feel. And I strangely liked it.

"Leslie! Get your ass down here before we leave you." I slipped on my black tank top over my frilly red bra, not caring if the straps were in full view for anyone to see. Everyone already thinks I'm the town slut. Why disappoint now? I grabbed my backpack from the side of my bed and slung it over my shoulder whilst making my way out of my room and down the stairs of our two story house that hadn't truly felt like home in years.

"Dad's in a mood. Ignore him." Henry and I both eyed him from his usual chair, seeing his eyes trained solely on the tv ahead of him. Butch Bowers was an asshole. Let me just start by saying that. A hardass. Controlling.

"Leslie? Don't forget what I told you." I rolled my eyes with a subtle answer to his demand, a little okay slipping through my lips before we bolted out the door. And that would be to stop being a hoe and not sleep with every guy in town. When in fact, I'm still a fucking virgin. I'm 15 with no intent of wanting some dick inside me at any given time.

"You'll have to sit between Patrick and Vic. But I swear to fuck you better not let them touch you. Dad will kill me if he hears another story about you and Patrick...." I sighed a little in annoyance, never understanding how these rumors came to be from the little spies that are called parents that always seem to tattle to my dad. Patrick Hockstetter had been friends with Henry since I could remember. Lanky, long dark hair and green eyes that seemed to bore into my soul at any given chance with wandering hands that loved to go down my shirt when he possibly could, once unbuttoning my shorts right in the trans am in full view of my brother, Vic and Belch. He almost made it past my underwear line before I slapped his hand away and scoffed, buttoning my shorts back up as quickly as possible. Thankfully, Henry didn't notice. But Vic did. And he was trying to hide a smile. Patrick and I had this dynamic that Vic new all too well. He knew everything because I told him. He'd been my best friend since we were little, the reason he's now in what they're called as, The Bowers Gang.

"Just so you know Pat, I will slap your dick if you do anything. Got it?" I slipped in next to him as he mock saluted me with a little humored smirk on his undeniably cute face. He loved torturing me. It was his hobby to torture. Specifically me.

"Alrighty Princess." But his arm laced around my waist anyway without hesitation, only drawing me closer to him as Belch took off down the driveway once Henry was in the passenger seat, my light brown hair blowing in the wind.

"Careful. Your dad might see today. He's been at the school a lot since Betty Ripsom disappeared." Vic's helpful warning in my ear was another shot to the heart I hadn't been thinking of. Betty. I used to sit next to her in math class. She was sweet. But I knew she was dead. There's no way she's still alive. And with all the talk of who's taking these kids, it's honestly terrifying. But with summer break starting today after the last day of school, so many would forget, making her just another missing poster on buildings.

"Hockstetter I swear I will beat your ass if you don't quit touching my sister. And you know I fucking will." Henry's usual temper was in full swing this morning and his voice was as dark and threatening as could be. He hated the idea of Patrick and I. He always had. But Patrick never did let go of me until we got to school and we all clambered out of the trans am, Patrick's eyes directly on my ass the entire time I was walking towards the building. And I knew this because I could practically feel his eyes burning holes in my cheeks. Henry suddenly grabbed my arm roughly, pulling me away from the guys and dragging me away with such a look on his face that he could just make someone drop dead from said look.

"Remember what I said. Don't fuck around with that fag Hockstetter. I see the way you look at him....." I shoved away from Henry just as Vic came walking past with an apologetic look on his face. He knew how bad my home life truly was. He knew Henry could be violent with me and dad? Well he was on a whole other level.

"I don't "fuck around" Henry. Regardless of what people say. But if I want to do anything with Patrick, then maybe I will." Maybe I should was all I kept thinking. My eyes connected with Patrick's as Henry stalked away from me with anger boiling in his blood, seeing the firm look of interest in his green eyes. And that never wavering smirk on his lips.

"It's so hard to believe little Leslie Bowers would be interested in a Hockstetter like me. I'm pretty dangerous ya know?" I looked out to see a patrolling police car and knew it was my dad, his eyes connecting with mine from across the busy school yard. He looked pissed. He hated Patrick. And that's what attracted me more to him.

[takerfoxx]

Okay, about halfway through my Evangelion rewatch, and I swear to God this show has taken over my life. Like, even though I've seen it before and recently watched the Rebuild films, it's just clicked with me in a way that hasn't happened in a very long time, and I am loving it.

Anyway.

One thing that I noticed is that while the show gets off on a very depressing note that shines a spotlight on Shinji's problems, from the agony he experiences while piloting the Eva to his crippling depression and everything, once he makes the decision to stay, the tone shifts. Like, all those issues don't really go away fully, but for a little bit, the show gets a lot more lighthearted, becoming almost a traditional giant robots fighting aliens-type show. Shinji's mental health improves exponentially, he forms several healthy relationships, he actually does rather well as a pilot, and things seem to be on the upswing for him.

And then Asuka shows up and...actually, things sort of get better?

Okay, let me explain. The first time I watched this show like fifteen years ago, I couldn't stand Asuka. I thought that she was an entitled, insecure brat, and her treatment of Shinji and Rei was totally uncalled for. However, now that I've experienced this story in both of its entireties, processed all the characters and the complexities of their portrayals, and experienced various interpretations of them through various fanfics, doujins, spin-offs, etc., revisiting the original Asuka that spawned all of these reactions is...honestly, it's not nearly as bad as I remember. Yeah, she's still an insecure brat, but I get it now. And her beef with Shinji and Rei comes from her literally being groomed to be the best Eva pilot imaginable while being traumatized by her mother's suicide, leading her to see the other two pilots as both a threat to her position as well as disappointments for not living up to her standards, hence her hostile treatment of them. Even still, we see that facade crack and she does display moments of genuine kindness and comradery with them.

Also, later events have caused people to view Shinji as something of the most extreme of doormats, but for now, he actually isn't? Like, okay, he's still kind of a pushover, but he does get frustrated, he does push back against Asuka, he does snap and start arguing. At the same time, you can also seem them trying to connect in their highly damaged, kind of awkward ways. It's not working, but you see the attempt, and overall, their dynamic does get played more for laughs and slapstick, at least in the early stages.

Of course, all of that goes out the window later on when everyone gets SOOOO much worse, but for now, it's nice to see these kids' relationship in it's healthiest stage. That scene where they all sit on the hill watching the stars together was honestly adorable, as well as Asuka deliberately eschewing a fancy steak dinner in favor of a trip to a ramen shack so Rei could participate.

As for me being ride or die for a poly ending for this trio, was it at all changed by revisiting the source material? Haha, NOPE! If anything, it was strengthened, given that all three have their unique dynamics with each other instead of the tired cliche of two people fighting over a third and it's all like, "Oh, who will they choose?" Y'ALL HAVE TWO HANDS APIECE!

Though on a more deeply personal side, I think that's why I've had Evangelion infest my mind like it has as of late. I just sort of relate to Shinji, Rei, and Asuka a whole bunch and see aspects of myself in all three, and I just kind of want them to be happy together, but, in this timeline at least, I know that that's not meant to be.

Speaking of complicated characters, Touji and Kensuke certainly are that, because on the one hand, they are kind of best boys in how ride or die they are for Shinji, basically becoming the close friends that he definitely needed and going out of their way to check in on him and support him and stick up for him.

On the other hand, they are also selling creep shots of Asuka and their other female classmates. Like, okay, 90's Japan culture and how that gets played for laughs back then, I get it. Still, not cool, guys. But I guess it just goes with the theme of how these are all messy individuals kind of stumbling their way through their messy lives, and everyone has their good and bad qualities.

Another observations. The virus takeover episode was one of the series' finest, as the whole bottle episode thing where the adults have to solve a unique problem while the pilots were otherwise out of the picture made for a great change of pace and was tense as hell. The dancing episode is a fan favorite for a reason and must've made the AsuShin ship explode early on.

Also, I know that we're supposed to hate the JSSDF because their rep was kind of a jerk to Misato and put down NERV and all (plus the later massacre in the movie), but to be honest, now knowing what we know about NERV and the Evangelions, he was kind of right in everything he was criticizing them about? And the fact that Jet Alone was deliberately sabotaged by NERV in a sort of petty dick-waving contest only puts them in a worse light. Honestly, if the two organizations had actually behaved like adults and cooperated, things might've gone so much better.

But then again, Gendo's got to Gendo, what with SEELE and their whole agenda and everything.

And on a more critical side!

Okay, I've said my piece about all of the weird creep shots in the Rebuild movies and how distracting and, well, uncomfortable they were. Like, okay, I know this whole series is low-key horny, and using Misato for some cheesecake shots, that's fine. But, like I said about Toji and Kensuke's creepy photo business...yeah. It's not as bad as it was in the Rebuild movies, which really took things way over the top, but it's still there.

And honestly, some of it you can get away with. Like, I don't have an issue with the scene between Shinji and Rei in the apartment, or Shinji ogling the girls in their swimsuits, or overhearing Asuka and Misato in the hotspring and having a reaction, because he's a repressed kid full of hormones in a very stressful situation. It makes sense that he would be like that. Same with Asuka's flirty side and how she hangs off of Kaji in a very inappropriate manner. Or Rei's lack of inhibitions. All of these make sense for their characters. I don't even have a problem with how Misato teases Shinji, because she's portrayed as somewhat of an emotionally stunted womanchild.

But when it's not from his or anyone else's point of view and you're just showing fanservice shots of your explicitly underaged characters, it gets kind of, well...

Okay, the point I'm making is...was there like a specific reason for the nude sync test? At all? Did it serve the plot in any way? Yeah, you need them in the plugs to get them out of the way so that the grown-ups could have an episode, but c'mon. Was it really necessary other than to get shots of them naked in their cockpits? Even from a character standpoint, I think Asuka at the very least would have protested more!

I dunno, I know it's a rampant problem in anime and always has been and you kind of need some level of tolerance, but that scene in particular did stand out as a great big, "Why is this happening?" Maybe if it had actually led to something it'd be better, but it didn't.

But Evangelion has always been messy and complicated, and that little bug aside, it's easy to see why it captured so many people's attention when it first came out and still does to this day. Hell, it's definitely consumed my every waking moment as of late.

However, Rei's little existential crisis is any indication, I'm approaching the part where things get really weird, so, that'll be...interesting.

[pinksilvace]

Fern guides their mutuals and followers through Cats 1998 as if we're all sitting on the same couch watching it and I'm shouting out stuff: 3/?

shaking you by the shoulders it's about the SUBTEXT this is SUBTEXT you've got to trust me on this one I swear

7: Grizabella the Glamour Cat

OKAY OKAY OKAY NOW WE'RE COOKING!!! We're moving along with Plot #1 (Grizabella) and getting hints about Plot #2 (Macavity)!!! Wahoo!!!

Unfortunately, the beginning of this scene is cut off in the official clip, so I'm going to drag a few pics from this recording as well since it covers all the same bases:

Starting off strong with a Psychic Moment (TM) so we know Something Big is coming

Bombalurina always does this sort of haughty walk past/around Grizabella, since Bomba's 100% on Team Demeter and Grizabella (maybe) represents stuff that Demeter wants to detach herself from. I will say, this production is quite a bit more aggressive than 1998, but I like this portrayal a whole lot too!!!

One of the big and obvious things to notice is how the kittens are physically protected from Grizabella (and moreso her past/what she represents). In 1998, this happens more in the form of the older cats pulling the kittens (Mistoffelees, Jemima, [who Skimble does physically restrain], Electra, Etcetera, and Victoria) away from Grizabella.

Another kitten moment - Plato and Tumblebrutus convince Pouncival to scratch Grizabella (in this recording it's just Tumble convincing him) and are reprimanded by Munkustrap. This is definitely one of my favorite background moments.

First, it shows off a dynamic consistent throughout the show: everybody takes care of everybody. More specifically, there isn't a specific assignment of which adult takes care of which kitten or who is closer than whom, and however much I'll reference ships and siblings and whatnot throughout these posts, I can only think of one canonical relationship; the rest change production to production, even in replica performances. Hell, they change cast to cast. The one exception is that of Coricopat and Tantomile, who are almost undoubtedly siblings/twins. Even the thing going on between Mungojerrie and Rumpleteazer is left vague. TLDR, I enjoy how everybody bears some amount of responsibility for the kittens in this community model.

Second, this is one of those parts that calls into question Plato's age. He's in the same nebulous area as Mistoffelees, Mungojerrie, and Rumpleteazer, where he primarily hangs out and has interactions with the kittens but spends more time on his own than most of them. This is where looking at the RCCL performace coincidentally comes in handy for this analysis; the interpretation of Plato's character in that one has him older and more responsible. I've seen versions wherein Plato essentially acts as a third protector, and that's a neat way for his character to progress! Anyway uhhh I like him and he's pretty :3

THIS, THOUGH??? THIS IS THE IMPORTANT PART. Demeter reaches out to Grizabella, gets skittish, and rushes off to seek comfort from Bombalurina.

SO. Obviously, with all of the lines she sings, Demeter is familiar with Grizabella - if not on a personal level, then at least at a level distinct from that of the rest of the tribe.

What gets me. What GETS ME. is that Demeter only acts strangely (and stands out in general) whenever events have to do with one of two cats: Grizabella and Macavity. Most fans I've come across elect to go with the theory that these relationships are connected, especially because Demeter appears to have some sort of trauma associated with each of them. Their appearances also affect the tone of the Jellicle Ball in relatively similar ways, the main difference being that fear of Macavity translates to disgust of Grizabella.

Other folks have pointed out before that some stagings of this scene have Bombalurina (and sometimes Munkustrap) physically turning Demeter away from Grizabella, presumably for her own well-being.

Somewhat similar to what I pointed up above, this number establishes one of the few gender norms recurring through this show: the female kittens are guarded/protected/turned away, but the male kittens are left comparatively unsupervised. Considering that the only male kittens are Pouncival, Tumblebrutus, and Plato, one could argue over whether this is a gender norm in this society or whether there are other reasons for this. For instance, it is possible that Plato's older age and taller stature grant him independence, or that Pouncival and Tumblebrutus don't have solid guardian figures in the tribe.

Personally, I think it's more likely the choreography was directed with the mentality that the female kittens have a greater need for protection - which, considering the implied content of Macavity, Grizabella, and Demeter's stories, might not actually be wrong in-context.

So, it's obvious that Demeter wants to talk to/about Grizabella, even if she brings up apparently bad memories. She turns away from Bombalurina of her own volition. Whatever memories are stirred up, the badness of them likely does not have to do with Grizabella herself, lending credibility to the idea that she's connected with Macavity.

Tottenham Court was, historically, somewhat of an entertainment district in a poorer area of London. Allegedly (as in, I've only seen this stated in Cats circles and don't have time for further research at the moment), it was also strongly associated with prostitution in Eliot's time. "The Rising Sun" and "The Friend at Hand" are local pubs.

Essentially, the lines Demeter sings imply that Grizabella was a cat of the streets that hung around seedy areas, and that she eventually became so wretched as a result that even humans wonder how she's still around.

Some earlier lines - those that Grizabella sings about her appearance - are from a different poem of Eliot's and are used to describe a prostitute.

All in all, one interpretation of all of this is that Grizabella fell from grace by being "in kahoots" with Macavity. At this point in the show, the other Jellicles don't chase her off, but she is clearly not welcome.

I'll talk more about Demeter's deal in the Macavity section.

Electra loving Munk moment :3

[outeremissary]

14, 25, 26?

Thanks for the ask!! I'm sorry if these aren't going to be super thrilling answers, but some stuff I just don't hear much or don't remember well. ^^;;

[prompt]

14. Any favorite motifs

Haha. Have you noticed. That I like angels. And birds. And wings. And radiant light. And feathers. Do you think that's noticeable in what I draw. Kingmaker has really spoiled me for these- there are so many legitimate reasons to draw them, and I still feel like I'm not doing enough here. At the least, I feel like there's a lot more that I could be doing thematically that I'm not. But I think it's telling that as soon as I started regularly drawing Not Kingmaker stuff I just kept going with the wings- sometimes for Real Reasons, and sometimes... not really. It's my natural state. And I will draw More Wings in the future. This is a promise. I will continue to think about them and hopefully do more interesting and thoughtful things with them, haha.

And I also of course love flowers... I'm not a flower language knower, but I looooove drawing flowers and floral motifs.

25. Something your art has been compared to that you were NOT inspired by

Last summer while recovering from surgery I took an actual real figure drawing class, like in a real studio downtown with real people and real models. I had a lot of trouble adapting to the materials, the scale of the drawings (big...), and the idea of shading as one of the earliest parts of a sketch. I remember speaking to the instructor after class once about having trouble, and he was pretty nice about stuff even if it didn't help me all that much except to reduce the stress a little. But in that conversation I remember him saying my art (of which he had only seen the model drawings) had a comic book quality. That really surprised me, especially considering the context! I was trying very hard to do realism the best I could there, and besides that I have just never spent a lot of time with American comic books. Even the artists in that sphere who have styles I find really compelling and want to learn from are just not in my mind when I draw almost ever, and they certainly weren't when I was trying to sketch the model! It was interesting to hear though- one way or another, the graphic background I do have comes through that strongly both in how I interpret things into work that's not meant to be stylized and in how I work. I guess it stood out for better or worse that I leaned so heavily on lines ^^;;

26. What's a piece that got a wildly different interpretation from what you intended

I remember back in 2021 I did this sketch of Nyrissa and Tristian (I swear it is in fact from 2021 despite the post date. my art was slightly better and definitely more accurate to the game in 2022.) where Nyrissa had a hand under Tristian's chin, forcing Tristian to look her in the eyes. I don't really remember what was on my mind drawing that. I think consciously I was just looking for a typical domineering villain pose that seemed fun to draw- I like the idea of the power dynamic between them and I was interested in how that relationship had shaped the Tristian we see in game. Just doing a little thing to put that master/servant dynamic on paper was satisfying for me. Of course, the second I showed it to other people all the responses were like "this is so horny. you can't show me an image this horny." or "this is so horny, I don't know who I want to be." And at the start I think I was always like "noooooo it's super normal!! it's not horny at all!!!" But I think deep down it probably was a horny drawing, whether I did that consciously or not... And I've definitely leaned into that Vibe since then when I draw them together, haha.

That's not a very good story, but honestly I think I just have not seen a lot of interpretations of what I draw that were so different from what was on my mind that they were memorable. ^^;; I don't have a super great memory for this kind of thing though

[monty-glasses-roxy]

sun/moon and roxy, i'm curious as to how they first met

[ID: An anonymous ask that reads '(ask game) sun/moon and roxy'.]

Send me two (or more) characters and I will tell you how their first meeting went and how they feel about each other now.

So. The reason this took so long is that I had a good way for Sunny and Roxy to meet and I wanted to find my notes on it to remember how it went and it took me forever to find them tonight. Also under a read more for scrolling convenience. Anyway.

Like Roxy and DJ, these three meet very early in Roxy's life and thus, she hasn't quite established herself and who she is yet. When she meets Sunny, she's pretty close to it, but she's not there yet. This just feels like important context for this.

SO

Since Roxy is struggling to make friends with the Glams for reasons that can fill another post, Freddy has taken it upon himself to provide more opportunities and bonding experiences for the band and Roxy. This includes gathering everyone to hang out at various locations, one of which is the Superstarcade. (That's the East arcade. The one by El Chips and the Prize Counter.) Roxy is... honestly bored. The group already has a dynamic, and given she's already given up on these people, she's not interested in them anyway. However, she does hear someone else in the arcade with them. After she wanders off from the group and ditches, she finds out that person is Sunny.

Oh my god she loves this guy already. He hasn't noticed her. He's just at an arcade cabinet with his back to her, very loudly shouting every single thing he can except a swear word. She keeps moving to kinda let him know she's there, but every time, he makes another outburst that's more ridiculous and nonsensical than the last and she's trying so hard not to laugh. She has no idea what he's saying and she has a feeling he doesn't either and she's just so curious what he'll come up with next whilst wondering how long it'll take before he accidentally swears lmao

She makes her presence known after his fifteenth loss in a row. Sunny nearly has a god damn heart attack. He thought he was alone!! Where'd she come from? And also who is this?? He's just spouting half questions until she interrupts him like "Hey, don't stop playing for me, man. This is the most entertained I've been all damn night." He very indignantly asks how long she's been there and she shrugs cause she wasn't keeping track. Why didn't she say anything? "Honestly, I just sorta wanted to see what you'd say next. I mean... Fazfiddle McStuffin-Nuggets?? What does that even mean??" and oh god he remembers saying that she's right lmao what was he thinking???

Sunny is capable of laughing at himself, he's cool with it. It was pretty ridiculous some of what he was saying after all, she's right about that. She comes over to him and gives him a few pointers on the game, saying it's one of her favourites, and hey! It's one of their favourites too!! What are the odds? She's honestly surprised cause how can it be a favourite if he sucks this hard at it?? No matter. She teaches him how to play a bit, and suddenly Sunny has won. He's never won this game before!! He's a master at all the ones in the daycare arcade, sure, but never this one!! Oh, he's so excited!! Roxy is his new friend forever now and he doesn't even know her name!! He launches at her for a great big hug and she freezes.

Roxy... doesn't know what to do? It was different when she met Bonnie and she tackled him... what is she supposed to do now??? At this point in her life, that hug with Bonnie several months ago at least now was the first and only time she'd been hugged by someone her own size, she has no idea how she's supposed to react and she thinks about it too long cause Sunny pulls away before she can figure it out. She's so fucking confused cause now she's sad and she misses it but she doesn't understand why or know where any of this is come from. So lost in that confusion she, almost misses Sunny holding her by the shoulders, all sunshine and excitement, call her his new friend and ask for her name. She kinda fumbles a response and he's immediately acting like he's just met the biggest celebrity ever.

Truth be told, Sunny already knew this must be the new performing animatronic with the new attraction. He doesn't really bat much of an eye at her freezing up like that, since it's common knowledge that a recently introduced animatronic normally hasn't settled on what their response to things should be yet. He just assumes she's been released a lot more recently than she has been and is already determined to help her figure things out where he can. He praises her relentlessly for being the big and upcoming star of the show and sneaks in a few subtle compliments for her giving him her name. Why? Because he remembered that Chica could never remember hers for some reason and he's heard that Monty couldn't ever get it right either. Everyone's got their 'first introduced' hurdles and Sunny has always been excited to boost confidences!

He pretty heavily dominates the conversation now that she's not teaching him how to play the game. He asks her questions, cracks a few jokes, invents some new words to complain about things none of them have ever liked ever, and does his best to encourage her to talk after she clams up a little. She finally interrupts him after a while and points out that she can't talk unless he stops and he pauses completely. You can practically see the little buffering circle going around in his head for a solid minute before he gasps and apologises. Honestly, she seems more amused than anything. This is the most energetic person she's ever met and he's using so much of that energy trying to build her up, whilst also forgetting the point every few seconds. It's baffling but god is it entertaining.

They talk a little more before Sunny redirects them onto a multi-player game. They play for a bit, Roxy managing to get more words in through his babble, and losing games cause she can't focus when he's spouting panicked nonsense again, before they have to go their separate ways. Not before Roxy promises to come and visit the daycare sometime though. Sunny is thrilled to hear her say that! He's not that often visited (he mostly does the visiting or meeting up with the others elsewhere) and tells her he can't wait!

Leading on from that, Roxy and Sunny's second meeting, is consequently, the first time Roxy and Moon meet.

She shows up at the daycare after a really long day. She's tired, she kinda just wants to go hang out in her den, but the curiosity is killing her. Roxy knows so little about the daycare since it's literally the furthest point from her area, and for reasons unbeknownst to her, none of the doors in Kids Cove (the inbetween for the daycare and the atrium) work for her at all so it's not like she's been able to just wander in before. She's curious, so sue her! The Minis have to show her where the place is - and consequently, the main lobby since the Kids Cove doors don't open for her or them - and the second she knocks on that door, her fate is sealed.

The doors fly open and Sunny is so, so, so happy to see her!! She came to see him!! Him!!! New friend is here!!! AAAAA!!!! He pulls her into the daycare and she is immediately assaulted by the whole place. The lights are so unbearably bright, the music playing is grating and irritating, there's an insanely strong smell of cleaning products and baby powder, and Sunny is literally running rings around her, babbling loudly, touching her to guide her around or just to express his joy, and oh god why did she do this. She figures it wouldn't have been as bad if she weren't already drained and looking to destress with some games with a friend. She figures she's made a horrible error in judgement. Lesson learned. How does she get out of here before she explodes?

Moon is in their shared headspace trying to psychically rattle some awareness into Sunny and it's really not working. Long story short, Sunny gets completely carried away in the rush to show his new friend everything ever until Roxy snaps. There's a meltdown. She throws a chair at him when he attempts to calm her down. This is when the decision is made to turn the lights off.

It was Moon's idea. If she's overwhelmed by everything, then the dark and the quiet is what she'll need most. As she starts to calm down into a crying mess in the corner, he sits beside her and simply waits. He offers his hand to hold and she takes it without really thinking. Their first meeting is him being quiet, supportive, and understanding. As she starts to calm down a bit more, he gently offers things like a hug, or a weighted blanket and what not. She gets another hug and she feels pathetic the entire time but fuck man she needs a hug and he's giving them with no judgement at all... He's just trying to help...

Moon has absolutely no problem with any of this. He's totally up for playing the soft support any day of the week and this is no different. He's not annoyed that Roxy broke something, he's kind of impressed actually since it's supposed to be animatronic proof and he was entirely convinced of that until now. He's dealt with worse anyway... It's a little concerning to him that she seems to struggle letting go of him, even after she's calmed down, but hey, sometimes all someone needs is a nice long hug and he's more than happy to provide. She takes an interest in the bells on his wrists though, and at some point is making quiet and sad little dog whines while she waves his arm around to hear the jingling. He unties one of the ribbons from his wrists and ties it around hers instead, so now he's holding her in a hug while they both make jingly noises until she's feeling better.

Roxy's words are just gone now. She doesn't want to use English or any other programmed human language she has. Even when the tears have dried, she's mostly quiet and Moon fills in the space when needed. She feels awful after that. She tries to help Moon clear up the mess she made but he's insistent she relax, and points out that she looks like she's desperate for a recharge. He asks if she wants to leave once he's certain she's up to it, and oddly enough, she shakes her head. Sunny starts cheering in their headspace because YEAH MOOOOOON GETS TO MAKE FRIENDS YEEEEAAHHHH while Moon is wondering how to show Sunny the most unimpressed expression the world has ever seen.

Roxy kind of assumes its aimed at her and the kicked puppy look increases tenfold. Moon... doesn't really know what's wrong now, but he sits back beside her and starts jingling the bells again. He explains that Sunny is glad he hasn't ruined it for them, and when she looks confused, he explains the headspace thing. He talks a little about how when she's ready, if she still wanted to hang out with Sunny, they could go to the little arcade just outside of the play area walls. He doesn't really expect her to want to hang out with him, even though she's holding his hand again. Moon is well aware that while she's met Sunny, and he was there for the whole thing, Roxy hasn't met Moon until this happened. He can imagine she's probably not in the mood for a new friend right now.

Like, sure, they've technically met before... when Roxy chased him down and pinned him while he was on his nightly rounds. He'd been confused, she'd been confused, when she let him go, she howled at him a few times, and that was it. Not really a meeting, but more of a misunderstanding... and now the big bad wolf that caught him is apparently pretty clingy.

He gently asks if she's okay, and if she's made any friends outside of them. He suggests Monty and Bonnie but she just growls so she must not be doing great... Honestly, he's just a little worried she's not getting enough support and is wondering what he can possibly do to help long term, but he's got nothing. He talks a little about what he's thinking and about how he can only be around when the lights are off and literally the first thing she's said to him so far is "That's stupid." He agrees of course, but well. He wouldn't be called Moon if he was out during the day, now would he? He gets a grumble in response.

They talk a bit more, with Roxy gradually offering more input as time goes on. He makes a few more occasional attempts to redirect her onto some sort of activity to keep her paws busy but she's perfectly happy gently chewing the end of his hat and lightly clawing at his casing. She's not doing any harm so he's not too fussed about it. The conversation drifts from the daycare, to the other animatronics, to Roxy's delayed debut, to her new attractions and then of course, to arcade games. By the time Roxy's battery is actually gonna give out on her, she's still in that hug, but she feels much more comfortable and familiar with Moon and doesn't feel as pathetic as before.

Consequently, this is also Roxy's first run in with Eclipse. Her battery is literally about to die so after Roxy explains how she charges, Sunny and Moon slot together to form Eclipse to allow them to take her to charge. She doesn't really notice the difference though.

Anyway! How they feel about eachother now!

Over time, the three of them have built a fairly solid friendship. Roxy leans closer to Moon than to Sunny, but it's not a huge difference. Sunny is much more aware of Roxy's tells now, and Roxy has learned to tell when he's about to emotionally explode as well. Similarly, Moon is much more aware of Roxy's emotional needs just like she is of his. With Sunny and Moon rebooted into safemode in Ruin and now being free from the systems that bound them, the three of them have become a great team in finding things, clearing spaces, and creating pathways to other areas. Roxy is so unbelievably relieved when they come and find her once she and Cassie are back in the Plex. As Eclipse, the two of them support her and Cassie immediately and if she still could, Roxy would be crying from how much she's missed them. It's a little hard for her to be convinced they're fine now, and a little harder for her to trust them alone with Cassie or the Minis, but they get that completely and are fine with it. She's still so incredibly happy to have them back though. The hug is crushing.

Sunny has always appreciated Roxy's air of confidence and her brash personality, and he's working hard to try and boost that confidence of hers back up again in Ruin. He hates how much despair he can feel from her, even when she's just sitting there, minding her own business. He knows. He's feeling it too. She knows that of course. She knows he's trying his damn hardest to keep spirits high, so she goes along with him in the hopes that maybe it'll lift his own as well. She can tell he's a lot slower now than he was. The overwhelming optimism is missing, she can feel it. He's trying, but she can hear it in his voice. She wants to help him about as much as he wants to help her. She wonders if she can get her eyes back from Gregory, maybe she can fix that arcade game they liked to play together... she misses playing them with him so bad and she's started reciting some of the weird things he would say to try and brighten the mood. It's... a loosing battle on both of their ends, but they're trying damnit and they're not going to stop.

After getting to know her, Moon has decided that Roxy is a little shit (affectionate). Her inventiveness and creative solutions to rules she's deemed stupid has always amused him to no end and that hasn't changed. He's still entertained by watching Roxy come up with solutions to problems that already have an obvious solution or just aren't problems to begin with. He's glad that hasn't changed. This time though, now that everything is in pieces, he's trying to help her with her solutions to things. He feels horrendous for the things he's done since all of this started, and he just wants to make it up to her. It hurts to see how much she hesitates now, and it hurts even more to hear that grief when she chooses to voice it but god damn does he feel it too. He's had plenty of his own emotional outbursts over everything and it means the world that Roxy understands and is almost always there to help where she can. She feels the same after all. She's always admired his comforting nature, and just how much control he has over complicated emotions, and she's glad that he's showing them to her now. Right now, in the ruins of their home, it feels more important than ever to not keep that stuff to themselves and fuck knows she hasn't bothered to try. Sometimes they'll just sit together, jingling bells together in almost silence and they've never appreciated each other's company more in their lives. It's a comfort to both of them that they can both exist in the same space like this, and they're both terrified of losing that. It's the same with Sunny and everyone else too.

Overall, the three of them still care very deeply abot each other. None of them blame each other for what has happened. They're just glad they're still here and that they're not alone anymore.

[lowlymusicscenarios]

"I swear on my life that I've been a good girl, but tonight I don't wanna be her."

Scenario contains: Romance with f!reader x m!character, "good girl, bad/play boy" dynamic.

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In a party, there he was.

His eyes caught mine without a warning. His stare up and down my body and the sly smirk afterwards gave me shivers.

He seemed older, rocking a black leather jacket with his good looks.

As I was unaware of my surroundings, a friend of mine caught my attention, asking me about my behavior. When she looked around and noticed where my stare was at, she looked at me, almost horrified.

"Oh, hell no. Come on, you can do better than that."

"What?" I asked, confused. Some other friends that were around us were also caught in the conversation.

Some of them knowing the guy, others only heard rumors about his bad reputation.

"I heard he likes a good time, if you know what I mean."

"My mom has met him, she doesn't really trust him that much. And you know how she is with people."

"Plus, we all know he's only here for one thing." She rolled her eyes.

It got me thinking, so am I. My previous plans were solely to hang out and have fun with my friends, althought I hesitated on pushing through my real intentions, since that version of myself wasn't really me.

I swear on my life that I've been a good girl, always on a low profile, trying to avoid conflict. But tonight... I don't think I want to be her. My reality started to sharpen at the thought of my previous plan that I descarted for my friends.

As I tried to get away from my girls, I was suddenly tucked to someone's chest. It was him. One look at his eyes and I couldn't breathe. I think the world stopped for a moment. It felt unreal.

"Excuse me, miss. It seems I might've tripped on you." The longer I looked at him, the more I melted.

"Doesn't seem like you fell, though." I responded with a smile, gaining a smirk.

"It seems like you wanted me to do so, though." He was onto me. He knew what we both wanted without much talk.

My heart was racing, the alcohol in my system jamming my logical thoughts. All I could think about were unholy thoughts that weren't going away, and my oh my were they intense.

"Did you come here just to talk with me? Or for something else, as the rumors would say." My vision trailed down to his lips, making my heart skip a beat or two at the thought of them touching mine.

"Well, I wouldn't like to disrespect such a good girl like the rumors say infront of so many people." He admitted, putting his hand on my chin and leading my head up for me to see his eyes. "But if you ask, I might as well be yours for the night."

I looked at his lustful eyes, preparing myself mentally for my answers. "If I ask?"

"Of course, or let me steal a kiss, I'd love to memorize that taste of yours." He got closer, enough to mix his breath with mine. "What would happen if I did steal one from you?"

"If you kiss me..." I began, trying as much as I could to keep my composure, but smiling at the thought of my next words. "I might let it happen."

He chuckled. "I knew you weren't that much of a good girl." He didn't hesitate as he got closer and put our lips together in a passionate, deep kiss.

Holding my waist with his hands, he got me closer to him as the music was loud enough to muffle my sighs.

My thoughts getting blurry as I try to remember what happened that night, the night I met him.

The one desition I'd never regret.

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it isn't as great as i would've liked, but it's the first story/scenario based on a song that i write, so slowly but surely i'll get better at this :>

it might seem a bit vague, it's on purpose, to make it match any scenario with any character really.

thanks for reading! <3

-nikkõ

[proton-selfships]

how aboutttt 🌦️, 🛌 and 🎞️ for the ask game?? :3c

‘Imagine Your S/I Was Canon…’ Self-Ship Asks

Thank you, Rainy!

🌦️: Would you be accompanied by mostly fluff or angst fanfics? Both? Explain why.

I feel like I've noticed a pattern where it's often the fluffiest ships that draw the most angst and the angstiest ships that draw the most fluff. And my ship would be angsty before it becomes canon.

On one side, you've got a woman who's committing murders left and right and swearing herself to the hatred of a group for just the chance at her—deceased, might I add—family's approval. No past love life or pursuit of any of her own desires outside her family's legacy to speak of. And then on the other side, you've got a woman from said group who's held herself back from trying to pursue a relationship because of her feeling ignored by the world and unworthy of love. She flocks to the other woman's companionship, only for it to turn out to be a lie and send her spiraling into despair. Except actually it wasn't a lie deep down and the other woman has just been so horribly repressed that she's in denial about how fond she's truly grown of her intended pawn and how made for each other the two of them are.

I mean, we get a happy ending, but it's HELL getting there and we both still have a lot of healing to do after our dramatic first kiss. We do have children and a cat in the future, but audiences only know that because our son shows up via time travel shenanigans.

So I could see fic writers focusing in hard on the soft moments that'd happen between us. Many of them would involve garden dates, sipping tea together, and lots of snuggles.

They'd probably also lean into the inherent Addams-esque comedy of our situation, too, with this unhinged murderer with a thousand-yard stare and an unnerving sense of humor acting all sweet with her babyfaced girlfriend who loves to crack jokes and infodump about her interests. Because make no mistake, redemption or not, Laurel will always be just as off-putting and will still commit crimes. And I wouldn't have her any other way.

🛌: What tropes show up in fics involving your ship?

A bunch of tropes are already applicable in canon. We're friends-to-enemies-to-lovers, for one! You've also got slow burn, telepathy and shared dreams, a redemption arc for Laurel, a fankid from the future, us building a domestic life for each other and raising a kitten together...

I imagine soulmate AUs would be pretty popular. Like, imagine the drama of me seeing that my soulmate is someone named Laurel when I still don't know her name, being like "who tf is this" and seeing she apparently died decades ago while Laurel hides the fact that that's her. Or if we find out we're soulmates right after I find out who she really is and what she's done! (But let's be real, I focus on the potential drama, but a lot of writers would probably just use the AU to spare us a lot of the pain we went through in canon. ;w;)

I see our canon dynamic as almost anti-soulmates, where the universe did everything it could to keep us on separate paths and it took everything in us to defy that. But I imagine it'd be popular to explore how we'd deal with the opposite situation!

🎞️: What ‘canon’ scenes would the fandom point to as evidence for the validity of your ship?

Oh man... The time we kiss after she saves me from my powers basically nuking everything, for one. That'd send shockwaves through the fandom and make the shippers squeal. Probably the Wednesday and Enid shippers, too, given how many parallels we'd have with them.

But also the little moments leading up to that, too! Like the way she looks at me when I tend her plants and call them her babies. Or when it's revealed she complimented me to high heaven to our coworkers to cover for my disappearances back when she was controlling me. Or the fact that she sends me away specifically on the night she intends to kill everyone else in Nevermore. Or Tyler referring to me as her favorite little pet with disgust and lamenting the fact that his master would let herself go so soft when he thought they'd made a deal to kill everyone. Or Wednesday figuring out that the only reason that made sense for Laurel to treat me the way she did and not make me a murderer as well was that she secretly liked me.

I could go on forever, before her redemption she wants to kiss me so bad it makes her look stupid <3

[caniruineverything]

i wanna taste her lips (yeah, 'cause they taste like you)

Chapter 1: oh, how can my baby go and desert me?

Chapter Summary: Jack expresses his jealousy of Katherine and Davey's closeness, and the group's dynamic is established.

"- and then Race comes running through the door and shouts, 'If anyone asks where I am, I've left the country!' Turns out, he let it slip that he's got feelings for a certain Brooklyn newsie leader."

"But Spot reciprocated, right? What happened then?"

"Yeah, 'cuz a day or so later, Spot comes running to Manhattan, hunts down Race, and when he found him, he smashed their mouths together in the most heated kiss anyone's ever seen."

"Oh my God. You're kidding, that's how they got together?"

"I know, right? Only them, I swear."

Jack gritted his teeth as Katherine laughed as Davey relayed last month's drama. Why does he get to make her laugh? Half of him just wished they would have the inevitable 'we're dating' speech, while the other half prayed it would never happen.

After the successful strike, Katherine and Davey had begun to hang out often. Like, all the time. He knew he shouldn't be jealous, as it wasn't like he didn't want to see them getting along. Still, they were almost always together, as if they were unable to be parted from each other for even a moment. He should be happy, right? His best friend and the girl he hoped would become his girlfriend, this close? He knew it should make him feel happy.

But it didn't. Why? Because Jack knew what it meant. They liked each other the way Jack liked Katherine, and would sort that out fast. He would become the third wheel, which probably wouldn't be that bad. They were certainly nice enough to include him, but it would still be awkward.

He realized that he had a sort of grimace on his face, and quickly fixed it into a proper smile when he noticed Davey spot him. He and Katherine began to make their way towards Jack, smiling and waving.

"Hey, Jack. Davey was just telling me about Race and Spot's dramatic confession. I would say I'm surprised, but honestly, with them? Nope." Jack swallowed his jealousy in order to respond in the way he knew he should.

"Oh, yeah, I remember when they's got together. Pretty funny, had all ah us rollin' on the floor laughin'." He even forced a smile to complete the act, before realizing it wasn't very forced as he was happy to just be with them, even if it wasn't in the exact way he had hoped.

"See? I couldn't make it up if I tried!" At this, Katherine turned towards Davey once he had finished, smiled, and reassured him,

"I know, I believe you. Don't worry. It's just almost unbelievable. I think if it had been anyone else, I might have been suspicious." After she finished, Jack broke in, the claws of jealousy sinking in deeper.

"It just makes sense, yeah? Race's always been super dramatic, so ah course he gonna get with Spot th' way he did." Davey and Katherine expressed their agreement, and made to move onto another topic of discussion before Davey gasped.

"Oh, I forgot. I have to get Les, our folks'll be waiting, sorry." Katherine's face visibly fell at this, but she smoothed it out quickly, though not before Jack noticed it. He couldn't deny that he was disappointed as well, he quite enjoyed Davey's company, though he felt he should be happy.

"Hey, Dave, go get ya brother. We's gonna hold down the fort." Davey shot him a grateful smile, and rushed off to collect his brother, but not before adding,

"You guys are welcome to stop by our place any time, or come over for dinner. Remember that." And with that, he was off, leaving Jack blinking at the words he'd left with them. Jack couldn't pretend he didn't want to show up at the Jacobs' house one day, if only to see Davey. And hey, a free meal with people who loved him would never not be a plus. He turned to Katherine, happy they were alone now, though, oddly enough, missing Davey already.

"Hey, Kath. How long's it been since it was just us two together?" Jack couldn't help but inquire, curious to see what her reaction would be.

"Yeah, it has been a while, hasn't it. I miss just the two of us hanging out. Don't get me wrong, I love Davey, but I miss you, too. I want to hang out with both of you." Jack felt something twist inside him when she spoke about Davey, but settled when she continued. He felt protective of the boy he'd come to be close with, and didn't want anyone speaking badly of him, especially when he wasn't there to defend himself. Katherine, though, would never speak badly of Davey, as she loved him as well. As a friend, please, as a friend, Jack's thoughts pleaded.

"Yeah, I misses hangin' out with ya, too, Kath. Why're ya always off with Davey?" He said it jokingly, but deep down, he cared what the answer was. Why wouldn't she hang out with him?

"Well, he and I just get along so well, and talk about things we can't talk about with you. No offense, of course. Why, you jealous?" She was clearly teasing him, but it still stung. Not that she knew how on the nose she was, though.

"Course not. Ya can hang with whoever ya wanna. As long as I's there, ah course."

"Oh, so now, you'll always be with me? Wow, what a dream come true. Who wouldn't want their very own bodyguard?"

"Hey, I aint' no one's bodyguard. Who's to say I's always gonna protect ya?"

"Well, since you go out of your way to protect Davey, I figured it's only fair that I get the same special treatment, seeing as I'm your other best friend." Jack's stomach shifted uncomfortably when she said Davey's name with that odd emphasis and again when she said best friend. Davey was his best friend; she was the girl he had a crush on. Right?

"We both knows Dave can't fight ta save his life. You's pretty formidable, ya knows. I's willin' ta bet ya can handle yaself." She smiled at that, and oh, what a beautiful smile it was. He knew he would do anything to make her smile.

"Why, thank you, Mr. Kelly. Maybe you're more chivalrous than I gave you credit for. And where did you learn such a big word. 'Formidable', huh? Did Davey teach you that?" This was the dynamic he'd been hoping for. This he could deal with, and could use it to his advantage. It also gave him the ability to slip some flirting in, which was his strong suit, of course.

"Ah, ya think I can't know big words? Maybe I spend hours readin' from a dictionary."

"You, reading? A dictionary? Are you sure the world's not ending?"

"Hey, I's able to read. What's ya tryin' ta say?" The two of them continued their playful banter until they reached Katherine's little apartment, where they parted ways for the night. It was only as he was walking back to the lodgings that realized: he hadn't really done much flirting at all.

Jack stared at Davey. Well, his face, to be specific. Even more specifically, something on his face. "Davey, ya got freckles?" Said boy startled, not expecting to be confronted about the aforementioned freckles.

"Uh, yeah? They come out when I've been in the sun a lot. Like, uh, this summer, I guess." Huh. That made sense, Jack supposed, and it also explained why he had never seen them before. Something about them interested him, and he literally had to force himself to tear his gaze from the small, dark circles dotting Davey's cheeks.

"You's hafta lemme draw ya sometime. With them freckles, I means." Davey flushed, at the idea of someone wanting to draw him, Jack figured.

"Oh, uh, sure. I'd like that. Only if you want to, of course."

"Dave, I's the one that offered, remember? Of course I wanna." Davey smiled, and Jack felt warm inside. Must have been the sun, and the feeling of making a friend happy.

"Then, yeah, definitely. Let me know when, I guess." Jack nodded, and turned to face Katherine. She was smiling knowingly at the two of them, though what, exactly, she knew, Jack had no clue.

"Oh, and Kath. I's gonna draw ya too. Specially with ya new haircut." Katherine had gotten her hair cut a bit shorter for the summer, and it looked good. It looked like her, which was one of the main reasons Jack liked it. It also framed her face better, making her even prettier. Jack had always been in the habit of drawing, and now that he had more free time due to the success of the strike, he found he could draw more often.

He hadn't gotten around to drawing many people though. He'd never thought he was very good at that, and avoided it for fear that people would laugh. He knew neither Katherine nor Davey would ever laugh at him for that, so he felt confident enough to share it with them. He just hadn't gotten around to doing it yet. Looking at Davey now, covered in new freckles, he felt the urge to draw him, stronger than he'd ever felt before. Unable to explain it, he glanced back at Katherine, slightly confused when he didn't feel anything nearly as strong when he looked at her.

He tamped it down, and turned back into the conversation.

"Sarah offered to teach me how to cook, and I was wondering if any of you would want to come with me," Katherine offered, cocking her head and looking between both of them.

"Nah, I's already promised Crutchie I would hang with 'im. Have fun." Jack would have loved to, but he was busy, and he wouldn't trade his time with Crutchie for anyone, not even Katherine. He knew his brother was already feeling a tad left out, what with him hanging out with Davey and Katherine all the time, and promised to make time for him.

"I need to study, I have summer assignments, and besides, you haven't hung out with Sarah alone in a while. I know you wanna," he teased, and Katherine glanced down, cheeks reddened from the sun. Jack wasn't sure exactly what that was about, but he figured it was just that the girls really hadn't had much time to hang out recently.

"Oh, okay. Thanks, I guess." The last part was directed at Davey, but Jack wasn't sure what she was thanking him for. They began to chat for a bit, about any random thing that popped into their heads, and Jack felt at ease for once, jealousy practically nonexistent. The peace ended when a blur ran at Davey and knocked him over.

"Oof! Les? Why'd you tackle me? Oh you little gremlin, I'm gonna getcha!" Les just shrieked in joy and got up, running away from his brother, who began to chase him with a look of faux anger on his face. Jack and Katherine scrambled out of their seats on the grass, and began to chase the two brothers.

Together, they were able to 'tackle' Les, and Davey began to tickle the laughing boy, who only began to laugh harder, pleading,

"No, Davey, stah-stahp! Ahahaha! No!" Davey, a look of fondness on his face, let him up and pulled him into a hug. When Les protested, weakly, because he did enjoy his brother's hugs, Davey scolded,

"That's what you get for messing with me! Teach you not to do it again!"

"Okay, I won't do it again. . . today."

"Thank yo- hey! Les!" Davey's scandalized face made all three of them bend over laughing, and they were only able to stop when Les stated,

"We gotta go, Mom and Dad will be waiting." Davey stood up, nodded, and said goodbye to Jack and Katherine, then grabbed Les's hand and walked away.

"Hey, Jack, I have to go as well. Thanks for today, it was nice." Katherine offered a pleased smile, and turned to go as well.

"Have a nice night, Plumber. See ya tomorrow." They were off, in separate directions, and Jack was left to his own thoughts again. He felt happy, of course he did, he had been able to be with Davey and Katherine all day, but still felt. . . odd. He chalked it up to spending all day in the sun, but he knew that wasn't the full story. He wanted more time to flirt with Katherine, and wanted to, selfishly, keep her away from Davey, all to himself.

After their kiss in the Penthouse, Jack figured he and Katherine had a connection. He was surprised when nothing else happened between them again, and was waiting for something to happen. He wasn't sure why she was showing a romantic interest in Davey, when all signs had pointed to himself being the object of Katherine's affections. Still, he felt pleased to be included, and happy that nothing romantic had happened between his other two best friends.

All that changed two days later.

Chapter 2

Chapter 3