#like yeah her husband is not having an affair it's not that kinda book | Explore Tumblr posts and blogs

layce2015 · 1 year ago

Text

Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

It's The Great Pumpkin, Sam Winchester

Masterlist

One Day Before Halloween

"Now how many razor blades did they find?" Sam asked Mrs Wallace while Dean and I were looking around the kitchen. Mrs. Wallace sighs and responds, her voice full if tears. "Two on the floor, one in his stomach and one was stuck in his throat. He swallowed four of them." she said then she looks over at Sam.

"How is that even possible?" She asked then she noticed Dean looking around the front of the stove and in the oven door. "The candy was never in the oven." she tells him. "We just have to be thorough, Mrs. Wallace." Dean said and I turn to Mrs Wallace.

"Did the police find any razors in the rest of the candy?" I asked her. "No, I mean, I don’t think so." she said as she shakes her head then sighs again. "I just – I can’t believe it. You hear urban legends about this stuff, but it actually happens?" she said as she turns back to Sam. "More than you might imagine." Sam said and Dean emerges from the floor, and shows me first then Sam a hex bag, behind Mrs. Wallace’s back so she can’t see, and makes sure to keep her from seeing it.

Sam sighs and looks at her. "Mrs. Wallace, did Luke have any enemies?" He asked her and she looks at him. "Enemies?" she asked, disbelieving. "Anyone who might have held a grudge against him?" Sam asked her. "What do you mean?" she asked. "Co-workers? Neighbors? Maybe a woman." Sam listed off and I could see Mrs Wallace was taken aback about what he was suggesting.

"Are you suggesting an affair?" she asked, offended. "Is it possible?" I asked her and she turns to me, looking shocked and offended. "No! No, Luke would nev–" she stammers but Sam speaks up to get her attention back to him. "I’m very sorry. We just have to consider all possibilities." he said.

"If someone wanted to kill my husband, don’t you think they’d find a better way than a razor in a piece of candy he might eat?" She asked and Sam looks over at me and Dean.

At the motel, Sam and I were sitting on a couch, with his laptop and a few books on the coffee table in front of us. I was flipping the pages of the books as Sam picks up something from the hex bag that looks organic, and holds it up. Dean enters the room and tosses his keys on the table under the window, and unwraps a piece of candy before tossing it in his mouth.

"Really? After that guy choked down all those razor blades?" I asked him. "It’s Halloween, man." he said and I shake my head. "Yeah, for us every day is Halloween." Sam adds as Dean sits down on the arm of the couch and looks at our research.

"Don’t be a downer. Anything interesting?" he asked. "Well, we’re on a witch hunt, that’s for sure, but this isn’t your typical hex bag." I said and Sam starts to indicate the hex bag that is open now on the table. There is a silver piece, the size of a coin, and something small and charred in addition to the organic thing, it kinda looked like a dried up flower.

"Hmm, no?" Dean said and Sam picks up the dried up flower looking piece. "Goldthread, an herb that’s been extinct for two hundred years. And this –" He said as he sets down the goldthread then picks up the silver piece. "..is Celtic, and I don’t mean some new age knock-off. It looks like the real deal, like 600 years old real." he explains and Dean picks up the small charred item and smells it.

"And that is the charred metacarpal bone of a newborn baby." I said to him. "Ugh." Dean said and he puts the bone down, and looks disgusted while I chuckle. "Gross." Dean said, disgusted, while Sam picks up the bone.

"Relax man, it’s like, at least a hundred years old." Sam said. "Oh, right, like that makes it better? Witches, man, they’re so friggin’ skeevy." said Dean as he moves over to the chair next to the couch and sits down. "Yeah, well it takes a pretty powerful one to put a bag like this together. More juice than we’ve ever dealt with, that’s for sure." Sam said.

"What about you? Find anything on the victim?" I asked Dean. "This Luke Wallace? He was so vanilla that he made vanilla seem spicy." Dean said and Sam scoffs at their lack of leads. "I can’t find any reason why somebody would want this guy dead." Dean said and I let out a heavy sigh as I look over the hex bag items, as if the answers were all there in plain sight.

That night, we hear about a murder at a Halloween party. Some young girl has drowned and burned to death while doing the bobble for apples game. Two of her friends were there as witnesses. We make our way down the stairs to the scene of the crime, where the girl, Jenny, was killed.

There is a guy with a ‘Forensic’ jacket on taking pictures of the bobbing for apples tub, and a police officer talking to one of the witness, a pretty blonde girl that was wearing a cheerleader costume.

"Have you been drinking?" The officer asked her. "Yes." she replied and I look between the boys and said. "I'll go talk to her." They nod and I walk to the cop and girl while the boys walk over to the couch and start lifting the cushions, looking for a hex bag.

"It’s just so weird. The water in the tub – it wasn’t hot, I had just been in there myself." the girl said and I go up to her and the officer. "Your friend didn’t happen to know a man named Luke Wallace?" I asked her and she turns to me then I show her my badge. "Agent Seger, F.B.I." I said and she gives me a confused look.

"Um, who’s Luke Wallace?" she asked. "He died yesterday." I replied. "I don’t know who that is." the girl said, shaking her head. Then I look over at the couch, which was behind the girl, and see Sam holdong up a hex bag that he has found in the couch cushions. I nod at him and Dean before I look back over to the girl.

"I’m telling you, both these vics are squeaky clean. There is no reason for a wicked bitch payback." Dean said as he looks through his computer. We were back at the motel, trying to find anything on the victims; Dean was on his computer and Sam and I were reading through books.

"Maybe cause it’s not about that." Sam said and I look up to see him sitting up and looking intently at the book in his hand. Dean and I look at him, questioningly. "Wow, insightful." Dean said with sarcasm.

"Maybe this witch isn’t working the grudge, maybe they’re working a spell. Check this out." Sam said and he begins to read from the book. "Three blood sacrifices over three days, the last before midnight on the final day of the final harvest. Celtic Calendar, the final day of the final harvest is October 31st." Sam said and he hands Dean the book and I go over to stand next to Dean and look down at the book.

"Halloween." Dean and I said. "Exactly." Sam said. "What exactly are the, uh, blood sacrifices for?" Dean asked. "Uh, if I’m right, this witch is summoning a demon, and not just any demon – Samhain." Sam explained and my eyes widen at this while Dean gives him a confused.

"Am I supposed to be impressed?" Dean asked and I turn to him. "Dean, Samhain is the damn origin of Halloween." I said and Sam nods. "She's right. The Celts believe that October 31st was the one night of the year when the veil was the thinnest between the living and the dead, and it was Samhain’s night. I mean, masks were put on to hide from him, sweets left on doorsteps to appease him, faces carved into pumpkins to worship him. He was exorcised centuries ago." Sam said.

"So even though Samhain took a trip downstairs, the tradition stuck." Dean said. "Exactly, only now instead of demons and blood orgies Halloween is all about kids, candy and costumes." I said. "Okay, so some witch wants to raise Samhain and take back the night?" Dean asked and Sam sighs.

"Dean, this is serious." Sam said.

"I am serious." Dean said.

"We’re talking heavyweight witchcraft. This ritual can only be performed every six hundred years." Sam said. "And the six hundred year marker rolls around…?" Dean asked and Sam gives him a serious face. "Tomorrow night." Sam said. "Naturally." Dean grumbles and he looks down at the book he has flipped to a page showing a demon on a heap of bodies holding a head in his hand.

"Well it sure is a lot of death and destruction for one demon." He said. "That’s because he likes company. Once he's raised, Samhain can do some raising of his own." Sam explains. "Raising what, exactly?" Dean asked. "Dark, evil crap and lots of it, I mean, they follow him around like the friggin' Pied Piper." said Sam.

"So we're talking ghosts." Dean said.

"Yeah." said Sam.

"Zombies." Dean listed.

"Mm-hmm." Sam said, nodding.

"Leprechauns?" Dean asked and Sam scoffs while I roll my eyes. "Dean –" I said, exasperated. "Those little dudes are scary. Small hands." Dean said and I shake my head. "Look, it just starts with ghosts and ghouls, this sucker keeps on going, by night's end we are talking every awful thing we have ever seen. Everything we fight, all in one place." said Sam. "It’s gonna be a slaughterhouse." I remarked and the boys nod.

Later, Dean and I were sitting in the Impala outside of Mrs Wallace's house watching; well I was watching, Dean was eating candy. "You know you're gonna get sick if you keep eating those." I said as I gesture to the candy. “Oh please the worst I could get is a sugar rush.” he remarks as he stuffs another piece of chocolate in his mouth. "Or an upset stomach." I sneered at him and he gives me a pointed look. "And cavities." I added.

And he just rolled his eyes and kept eating his candy, while his mouth is still open, just to annoy me. "Hey, I just like my men to have all of their teeth." I remarked and he turns to me and I could tell he was thinking of a comeback but was stopped when his phone rings.

"Hey." he answered and I figured it was Sam. "Awesome, yeah, (y/n) and I talked with Mrs. Razor Blade again. We’ve been sitting out in front of her house for hours and we’ve got a big steamy pile of nothing." He explained to Sam and at that moment I noticed something.

It was that blonde cheerleader, Tracy, walking towards Mrs Wallace's house. "Yeah, well I hope we find ‘em soon cause I’m starting to cramp like a –" Dean started to say but I patted his shoulder and said. "Dean! Look!"

Dean looks over and his body freezes as he sees her. "Son of a bitch." he said, shocked. "No, Sam, I mean, son of a bitch." Dean said and we watch Tracy walk up to the door, knock, and Mrs Wallace opens it with the baby in her arms.

"Hey." we hear Tracy say. "Hi." Mrs Wallace said and Tracy looks at the baby. "Hi!" she said and Dean and I exchange a look.

"So, our apple-bobbing cheerleader?" Sam asked as Dean and I enter the motel. Dean throws the motel room key onto the table and Sam was lying on the bed with his laptop open. "Tracy?" Dean said. "Mm-hmm?" Sam hummed, nodding. "The Wallaces' babysitter. Told me she never even heard of Luke Wallace." I said.

"Huh, interesting look for a centuries-old witch." Sam said. "Yeah, well, if you were a six-hundred-year-old hag and you could pick any costume to come back in, wouldn't you go for a hot cheerleader?" Dean said then he goes to sit on the other bed. "I would, hmm…" he said and he gets lost in thought about that.

Sam and I look at him with a furrowed brow before I go and pick up a pillow and throw it at Dean. "Ow!" He said and he looks over at me. "What?!" He asked in an innocent voice and I raise an eyebrow at him.

"Well, Tracy’s not as wholesome as she looks. Did some digging – apparently she got into a violent altercation with one of her teachers, got suspended from school." Sam said and he hands me the laptop, and I sit down next to Dean and we see what is on the screen. Next to a picture of Tracy were these notes:

NOTE: Student was suspended for a violent act on a teacher.

STUDENT NAME Tracy Davis

ADDRESS 27 Lirewenshire Lane

PARENT NAME Jerome Walker Davis

PARENT NAME Mary Jane Kanoli Davis

STUDENT EMAIL [email protected]

PARENT EMAIL [email protected]

GRADE 11

HOME ROOM Mr. Goldwyn

COUNCELLOR Mrs. Parks

EMERGENCY CONTACT Mary Davis 555-0892

Later, we make our way into the high school to talk to the teacher Tracy attacked. We walk into a room full of art masks, and Dean looks up at a particular demonic looking one, and focuses on it. "Bring back memories?" I asked Dean and he jolts a bit then turns to me.

"What do you mean?" he asked. "Being a teenager, all that angst." I said. "Oh." Dean sighs, almost sounding relieved, and I furrow my brow at him. "What’d you think I meant?" I asked him. "Nothing." Dean said as Sam comes up to us.

Then Dean looks over at a kid, who is putting a big bong-shaped piece into a kiln. "Now that brings back memories." Dean said, nodding to the kid, and I roll my eyes. "Dude, I need a bigger kiln." The kid said to his friend and they walk out as a man comes around the corner to us.

"You three wanna talk to me?" He asked. "Ah, Mr. Harding." Sam said as he walks up to us. "Oh, please, Don." Don said and he reaches for Sam's hand. "Okay, Don." Sam said after they shake hands then Don reaches for mine then for Dean's. "Even my students call me Don." Don said. "Yeah, we get it, Don." Dean said and I elbow his side before we pull out our badges.

"I’m Agent Getty, this is Agent Lee and Agent Jones. We just had a few questions about, uh, Tracy Davis." Dean said and Don gives a surprised look. "Uh, yeah, Tracy, uh, bright kid, loads of talent. It’s a shame she got suspended." He said.

"Uh, you two had a…uh, violent altercation." I said, questioningly. "Yeah, she exploded. If Principal Murrow hadn’t walked by when he did, Tracy would have clawed my eyes out." Don replied. "Why?" Sam asked. "I, uh, you know, I was only trying to rap with her about her work. It had gotten inappropriate and disturbing." Don said.

"More disturbing, than, uh, those guys?" Dean asked as he turns and indicates to the angry masks hanging on the wall and ceiling. "She would cover page after page with these bizarre cryptic symbols, and then there were the drawings. Detailed images of killings, gory, primitive, and she would depict herself in the middle of them, participating." Don said and Sam's eyes widen at this.

"Symbols, what kind of symbols? Uh, anything like this?" Sam asked as he shows Don a small bag with the silver Celtic coin in it. "Yeah, yeah, I think that might have been one of them." Don said.

"You know where Tracy is now?" I asked him. "I would imagine her apartment." Don replied. "Her apartment?" Dean asked. "Yeah, she got here about a year ago, alone, as I understood it, as an emancipated teen. God only knows what her parents were like." Don said and the boys and I exchange surprised looks.

Hours later, Dean drives up to the motel and parks the car and gets out as Sam and I walk up to the passenger side of the Impala from another direction. "So?" Dean asked us. "Tracy was nowhere we could find." Sam said. "Any luck with her friends?" I asked Dean. "Nah, luck is not our style. Her friends don’t know where she is. It’s like the bitch popped a broomstick." Dean said.

We make our way toward our motel room, and a kid dressed as an astronaut starts to walk toward us. "She could be making the third sacrifice any time." Sam said. "Yes, thank you Sam." Dean grumbles as the kid walks up to us and holds up a bucket of candy.

"Trick or treat." The kid said. "This is a motel." Dean said. "So?" the kid said. "So we don’t have any candy." Dean said. "No, we have a ton in the uh…" Sam said as he looks back and points toward the Impala. "We did, but it’s gone." Dean said and Sam looks at Dean, getting his meaning, but I roll my eyes and take my backpack off of my back.

"Not necessarily." I said as I dig in my bag and pull out a handful of candy. I see the smile form on the kid's face and I put the candy in his bucket. "There you go, kid." I said. "Thanks, lady." The kid said and I smirk. "Just don't eat it all at once." I warned and the kid's smile grows, nods and leaves.

I watch the kid then turn back to the boys and I can see Dean has a confused look. "What? I grabbed some candy before you could eat it all." I said to Dean and Sam and I head to the motel room.

We enter the motel room and, immediately, Sam draws his gun, and moves forward in an offensive stance, ready to attack, once we see a man inside. "Who are you?!" Sam asked as I got to pull out my gun but Dean rushes in, and tries to stop us. "Sam! Guys, wait! It’s Castiel." he said as he puts his hand on Sam’s gun and pushes it down, and I holster my gun as Sam stands there stunned.

"The angel." Dean said and I look at Castiel, remembering that he knocked me and Bobby out a few months ago. "Him, I don’t know." Dean said as he points at a figure that is standing by the window.

Sam looks at Castiel in wonder and a smile crosses his face. "Hello, Sam." Castiel said to him. "Oh my God – er – uh – I didn’t mean to – sorry. It’s an honor, really, I – I’ve heard a lot about you." Sam said as he steps forward and holds out his hand to shake Castiel's hand.

Dean goes and closes the door to our room, and Castiel looks at Sam’s hand like he isn’t sure what to do with it. Sam shakes it a little, and Castiel finally understands and puts his right hand in Sam’s. "And I, you. Sam Winchester –" he said. "The boy with the demon blood." Then Castiel turns to me.

"Hello, (y/n) (l/n). The girl with the demon blood. I'm sorry about knocking you out the last time I saw you." He said and I fold my arms across my chest. "Yeah, not a good first impression." I said as I fold my arms across my chest.

Castiel then turns to Sam. "Glad to see you’ve ceased your extracurricular activities." he said then the guy, still facing the window, speaks for the first time. "Let’s keep it that way." he said and we all turn to the man. "Yeah, okay, chuckles." Dean said then he looks at Castiel.

"Who’s your friend?" He asked but Castiel ignores him. "This the raising of Samhain, have you stopped it?" Castiel asked him. "Why?" Dean asked, curiously. "Dean, have you located the witch?" Castiel asked. "Yes, we’ve located the witch." Dean said.

"And is the witch dead?" Castiel asked. "No, but –" Sam said but I speak over him. "We know who it is." I added and Castiel walks over to the table by the bed. "Apparently the witch knows who you are too." Castiel said and he picks up a hex bag and shows it to us.

"This was inside the wall of your room. If we hadn’t found it, surely one or all of you would be dead." Castiel said and he tosses the hex bag to Sam. "Do you know where the witch is now?" He asked us and the boys and I exchange a look

"We’re working on it." Dean replied and Castiel looks a bit disappointed. "That’s unfortunate." he mutters. "What do you care?" I asked Castiel. "The raising of Samhain is one of the 66 seals." Castiel said. "So this is about your buddy Lucifer." Dean said.

"Lucifer is no friend of ours." Castiel's friend said. "It’s just an expression." I clarified to him. "Lucifer cannot rise. The breaking of the seal must be prevented at all costs." Castiel said. "Okay, great, well now that you’re here, why don’t you tell us where the witch is, we’ll gank her and everybody goes home." Dean said. "We are not omniscient. This witch is very powerful, she’s cloaked even our methods." Castiel said.

"Okay, well we already know who she is, so if we work together –" Sam said but Castiel's friend speaks up. "Enough of this." he said and we look over at him.

"Okay, who are you and why should I care?" Dean asked him and the man turns from the window and looks at Dean. "This is Uriel, he’s what you might call a…specialist." Castiel said as Uriel, a tall bald black man, walks toward us.

"What kind of specialist? What are you gonna do?" I asked, suspiciously. "You – uh, all three of you – you need to leave this town immediately." Castiel said. "Why?" Dean asked. "Because we’re about to destroy it." Castiel said, leaving me speechless.

"So this is your plan, you’re gonna smite the whole friggin’ town?" Dean asked Castiel after a moment of silence. "We’re out of time. This witch has to die, the seal must be saved." Castiel replied. "There are a thousand people here." Sam said. "One thousand two hundred fourteen." Uriel corrected.

"And you’re willing to kill them all?" I asked him, angrily. "This isn’t the first time I’ve…purified a city." Uriel said. "Look, I understand this is regrettable." Castiel said. "Regrettable?" Dean asked. "We have to hold the line. Too many seals have broken already." Castiel said.

"So you screw the pooch on some seals and this town has to pay the price?" Dean asked. "It’s the lives of one thousand against the lives of six billion. There’s a bigger picture here." Castiel said and I roll my eyes. "Right, cause you’re bigger picture kind of guys." I said. "Lucifer cannot rise. He does and hell rises with him. Is that something that you’re willing to risk?" Castiel said as he walks up to me. "We'll stop this witch before she summons anyone. Your seal won't be broken and no one has to die." Sam said.

"We're wasting time with these mud monkeys." Uriel growls and Castiel turns away from the trio and turns to Uriel. "I’m sorry, but we have our orders." Castiel said and Sam and I jump at this. "No, you can’t do this, you’re angels, I mean aren’t you supposed to – You’re supposed to show mercy." Sam said

"Says who?" Uriel asked, venomously. "We have no choice." Castiel said. "Of course you have a choice. I mean, come on, what? You’ve never questioned a crap order, huh? What are you both, just a couple of hammers?" Dean asked. "Look, even if you can’t understand it, have faith. The plan is just." said Castiel.

"How can you even say that?" I asked, upset. "Because it comes from heaven, that makes it just." Castiel replied. "Oh, it must be nice, to be so sure of yourselves." Dean sneers and Castiel turns to him. "Tell me something, Dean, when your father gave you an order, didn’t you obey?" he asked and Dean looks at Castiel and takes a second before responding. "Well sorry boys, looks like the plans have changed."

"You think you can stop us?" Uriel asked and Dean walks over and gets into Uriel's face. "No, but if you’re gonna smite this whole town, then you’re gonna have to smite us with it, because we are not leaving. See, you went to the trouble of busting me out of hell. I figure I’m worth something to the man upstairs. So you wanna waste me, go ahead, see how he digs that." he said. "I will drag you out of here myself." Uriel growls.

"Yeah, but you’ll have to kill me, then we’re back to the same problem. I mean, come on, you're gonna wipe out a whole town for one little witch. Sounds to me like you're compensating for something." Dean said then he turns back and looks at Castiel. "We can do this. We will find that witch and we will stop the summoning." he said.

"Castiel! I will not let these peop–" Uriel started to shout but Castiel holds up his hand at Uriel. "Enough!" he bellows then he stares at Dean for a second. "I suggest you move quickly." Castiel said.

Seconds later, Dean, Sam and I walk out of the room and towards the Impala and we enter inside. "What?" Dean asked Sam as I get into the backseat. "Nothing." Sam grumbles and I look over at him and see him holding the hex bag in his hands then he takes a breath.

"I thought they’d be different." Sam said, disappointed, and I nod. "Who, the angels?" Dean asked. "Yeah." Sam said. "Well, I tried to tell ya." said Dean. "I thought they’d be righteous." I said. "Well, they are righteous, I mean, that’s kinda the problem. Of course there’s nothing more dangerous than some a-hole who thinks he’s on a holy mission." Dean said.

"But this is God? And Heaven? This is what I’ve been praying to?" Sam asked, upset. "Look man, I know you’re into the whole God thing, you know, Jesus on a tortilla and stuff like that. But just because there’s a couple of bad apples doesn’t mean the whole barrel’s rotten. I mean, for all we know, God hates these jerks. Don’t give up on this stuff, is all I’m saying. Babe Ruth was a dick but baseball’s still a beautiful game." Dean said and Sam looks at him, but I could tell that he lloved disappointed.

He starts to go through the contents of the hex bag in his hand, and picks up the bone. "Well, are you gonna figure out a way to find this witch, or are you just gonna sit there fingering your bone?" Dean asked, sarcastically, as he starts the Impala.

"You know how much heat it would take to char a bone like this, Dean?" Sam asked him. "No." Dean said as I think for a moment. "A lot, I mean, more than a fire or some kitchen oven." Sam said and I gasp as I realize what he was talking about. "Like a kiln?" I suggested and Sam nods then Dean has the Impala take off.

At the school, Dean and I walk over to a kiln in Don Harding’s classroom as Sam goes over to Don’s desk. "So Tracy used the kiln to char the bone, what’s the big deal?" Dean asked as Sam rifles through the stuff on Don’s desk as Dean and I walk over. "Dean, that hex bag turned up in our room, not after we talked to Tracy –" Sam said and I interrupt him.

"After we talked to the teacher." I said and Sam nods while he notices a bottom drawer of DON’s desk is locked with a latch. "Hey –" Sam said and Dean sees it and I kneel down, pull out a hair pin and use it to open the lock.

Once it unlocks, I open the drawer where there are bones in a bowl, one charred, the others not. I straighten up at this as we all stare at the drawer. "My God, those are all from children." Sam said. "And I’m guessing he’s not saving them for the dog." Dean said.

*3rd Person POV*

Don starts an incantation as Tracy was tied up with the rope and a rag wrapped around her mouth, stifling her cries as she struggles to get free. Don, standing in front of an alter, takes a knife and a chalice from the table and walks over to Tracy. He runs the tip of the knife down her neck, not drawing blood, but staring at her.

Don raises the knife above his head to stab her, and gets shot from behind three times. Dean, (y/n) and Sam come in, and Dean and (y/n) go over to Tracy to untie her as Sam checks Don’s body. Dean cuts Tracy down and (y/n) rips off the gag.

"Thank you, he was gonna kill me!" Tracy said, appreciatively, then she glares at Don. "Ugh, that sick son of a bitch. I mean, did you see what he was doing? Did you hear him? How sloppy his incantation was?" She asked and the trio look up at her.

"My brother –" Tracy revealed and the three hunters go to draw their guns again. "Always was a little dim." Tracy sneered and she throws up her hand and yells an incantation and the trio fly back hitting the ground, and writhing around in pain.

"He was gonna make me the final sacrifice, his idea, but now, that honor goes to him. Our master’s return? The spellwork’s a two man job you understand, so for six hundred years I had to deal with that pompous son of a bitch. Planning, preparing, unbearable." Tracy said as she kneels down by Don and picks up the knife and the chalice.

"The whole time I wanted to rip his face off." she said and starts digging the knife into Don's bullet wound, and holds the chalice up to catch the blood flow. She looks back over to the trio, who are still writhing in pain on the floor clutching their stomachs.

"And you get him with a gun, uh, love that." she laughs and she gets up and goes back to the altar on the table. "You know, back in the day, this was the one day you kept your children inside. Well tonight you’ll all see what Halloween really is." Tracy said, with a smile. Then she starts another incantation and Sam, still clutching his stomach in pain, makes his way to Don’s body, putting his hand in blood and smearing it on his face.

"What are you doing?" (y/n) asked him as she sees him. "Just follow my lead." Sam said and he spreads blood on Dean’s and (y/n)'s faces as well, and moves back away from Don.

As Tracy finishes the incantation the ground cracks and black smoke pours out of it, and into the body of Don. Dean, (y/n) and Sam were not able to stop his rising, and another seal has been broken. As he opens his eyes, Don’s eyes have turned white with the pupil staying black. The three hunters lie still on the floor, their torture finished. Don, or Samhain now, rises off the floor, and looks at Tracy’s back that is turned to him. His vision is blurry.

He walks over to her and she turns around smiling at him. Samhain kisses her. "My love." she said, smiling with love and happiness. "You’ve aged." Samhain points out. "This face…I can’t fool you." said Tracy. "Your beauty is beyond time." Samhain said as he leans in and their foreheads rest together before he suddenly snaps her neck sideways and she falls to the floor.

"Whore." He growled with disgust then he turns around as he sniffs the air and sees Dean, Sam and (y/n) lying on the floor. He walks over and looks at them for a second and sees their eyes closed, and after a second Samhain walks past them and leaves, shutting the door behind him.

Dean and (y/n) open their eyes and lean over to Sam, whispering so that Samhain doesn’t hear them. "What the hell was that?" Dean asked, quietly. "Halloween lore. People used to wear masks to hide from him, so I gave it a shot." Sam said and (y/n)'s eyes widen.

"You gave it a shot?!" She asked as she looks at Sam, not believing that they took a chance like that on an idea Sam had from reading lore.

Later, the trio walkout of the building and across the street toward the Impala, wiping the blood off their faces. "Where the hell are we gonna find this mook?" Dean asked. "Where would you go to raise other dark forces of the night?" Sam asked and (y/n) speaks up. "The cemetery." she said. "Yeah." Sam said and they get in the Impala and drive off.

"So, this demon’s pretty powerful." Sam said. "Yeah." Dean said. "Might take more than the usual weapons." Sam said then he glances over his shoulder at (y/n) and she realized what he was hinting. But Dean speaks up. "Sam, no, you and (y/n) are not using your psychic whatever. Don’t even think about it. Ruby’s knife is enough." he said.

"Why?" Sam and (y/n) asked him. "Well because the angels said so for one –" Dean started to say but Sam talks over him. "I thought you said they were a bunch of fanatics." Sam said. "Well they happen to be right about this one." Dean replied, quickly. "I don’t know, Dean, it doesn’t seem like they’re right about much." (y/n) said.

"Well then forget the angels, okay? You said yourself, Sam, these powers, it’s like playing with fire." Dean said and he picks up the knife and holds out the handle to Sam. "Please." he begs and Sam takes the knife from Dean but doesn’t say anything. Then Dean looks over at his girlfriend through the rear view mirror.

"That goes double for you too." He said to her and she sighs and leans back against the seat then looks out the window.

Meanwhile, there is rap music coming from a room in the mausoleum, and teenagers are walking around in costume. Justin, one of Don's students, was standing there looking around. "Dude, I’m tripping balls!" Justin exclaims then someone starts to walk down the stairs and he took notice.

"Yo, shh, be quiet, it’s the cops." Justin tells the other teens just as Samhain walks down the stairs and toward the room they are partying in. "Mr. Harding? I mean, Don?" Justin said, startled, once he sees his teacher coming in.

Samhain closes the gate to the room, and locks it. As he walks away he runs his hand across the gate. Justin tries the gate, but it doesn’t budge. "Don, you, uh, you locked us in." Justin said as he tries the door again, and it stays locked, but the doors to the crypts in the room start to shake.

The teenagers back away into corners, but Justin looks to one side, and begins to back to the other side. A door comes open, and hands reach out and grab his ankles. Justin screams as a zombie drags him off his feet and into the crypt, a second later blood splatters out of the crypt, squirting out and covering the ground in front of the crypt

The teens start to freak out and try to get the gate open. Sam, (y/n) and Dean come down the stairs then Sam looks at Dean and (y/n) and the people locked in the room. "Help them." Sam tells them but (y/n) grabs his arm. "Sam, you’re not going off alone." she tells him. "Do it!" Sam yells and he runs after Samhain and Dean and (y/n) looks after him for a second, but look back at the teens motioning for them to move.

"Stand back! Stand back!" Dean yells at them. The teens move away from the gate and Dean shots the lock, and kicks the door open to let them all out. "Go on, come on, get out, move!" (y/n) shouts at them.

After the teens all rush past them, Dean and (y/n) watch as a door of a grave in the mausoleum room crashes to the ground and breaks. A zombie crawls out of it, and stands up as another grave door crashes to the ground and the zombie in the next grave over starts to crawl out as well. The duo pull out a weapon as the second zombie gets up and holds up what looks like a silver stake.

"Bring it on, stinky." Dean yells and he and (y/n) began to fight the zombies.

Meanwhile, Sam is walking through the mausoleum looking for Samhain. He turns a corner and sees Samhain in a room facing the far wall. Sam tries to walk up to him silently, narrowing his eyes at the demon. Samhain turns around suddenly and throws up his arm, and a bright white light comes out of it. It dims, however, and Sam keeps walking toward Samhain.

"Yeah, that demon ray gun stuff? It doesn’t work on me." Sam growls and Samhain runs at Sam, and Sam throws an uppercut punch and they fight. Samhian finally pushes Sam against a wall by his neck, getting the upper hand.

There is a zombie with a silver stake coming out of its chest lying on the floor and Dean and (y/n) stab a couple more zombies to the ground with another silver stake right next to the first one. A pair of shoes walks up behind them with a pair of women's frail feet in them. The duo hear it and Dean grabs a stake before he turns around to stab her, but she flickers and disappears, and is behind him as he stands up fully.

He turns around and she motions both her hands at him and he flies across the room, sliding down the wall. (Y/n) runs at the ghost zombie but the creature motions her hands at her, making her hit the wall as well. "Zombie ghost orgy huh? Well, that’s it, I’m torching everybody." Dean growls while (y/n) shakes her head a bit. "I second that!" She shouts.

Sam manages to get the knife out, and tries to stab Samhain, and when it starts to cut into his skin, it sizzles and Samhain pushes it out of Sam’s hand, and whips Sam around and throws him into the wall across the room.

Sam gets up and Samhain looks at him, ready to attack, goes to run at Sam, but Sam puts up his hand, and uses his psychic power to stop him. Samhain struggles against Sam, but Sam manages to keep him from advancing too much.

After taking care of the ghost zombies, Dean and (y/n) come running around the corner and see Sam using his powers. Dean's face falls while (y/n)'s mouth drops in surprise. Sam sees Dean and (y/n) over the shoulder of Samhain, but continues. Sam has to use a lot more concentration than ever before, and his nose starts to bleed as blood pounds in his head and he grabs his head with the hand not holding Samhain at bay.

Finally, Sam exorcizes Samhain as his nose continues to bleed and the blood pounding in his head starts to slow down. Once Samhain is out of the body, Don’s eyes turn back to color and Sam can barely raise his eyes to meet Dean’s and (y/n)'s stare. This is the first time that Sam was aware of Dean and (y/n) being there to see him use his powers.

Last time, the duo was watching, but Sam didn’t know they were there until after. Dean looks at him sadly, and with a little bit of fear in his eyes, while (y/n) was surprised but also looked a bit impressed and alittle bit of fear.

One Day After Halloween

Sam is packing clothes into his duffel bag when (y/n) comes up to him, he turns his head to her. "Sam..." she said, softly, but he shakes his head. "(Y/n), don't..." he said. "I'm not gonna scold you, Sam. I just wanted to check on you." She said and Sam turns away and sighs.

"I'm fine." He mutters and (y/n) gives a sympathetic look to Sam's back. (Y/n) was about to speak up about what happened last night until a voice speaks up.

"Tomorrow." a deep voice said and both Sam and (y/n) jump at the voice and turn to see Uriel. "November 2nd, it’s an anniversary for you." Uriel said as he stares at Sam. "What are you doing here?" Sam asked him, angrily. "It’s the day Azazel killed your mother, and 22 years later your girlfriend too. It must be difficult to bear, yet you so brazenly use the power he gave you. His profane blood pumping through your veins." Uriel said and Sam narrows his eyes. "Excuse me?" he asked.

"You were told not to use your abilities." Uriel said to Sam. "And what was I supposed to do? That demon would have killed me, my best friend and my brother and everyone." Sam argued. "You were told not to." Uriel said, sounding like what Sam said didn't matter.

"If Samhain had gotten loose in this town –" Sam argues but Uriel talks over him. "You’ve been warned, twice now." he said, being stubborn, and (y/n) scoffs. "You know? Dean was right about you, you are dicks." She sneered and Uriel turns to her.

"The only reason he's still alive is because he's been useful. The same is said for you, (y/n) (l/n). But the moment that ceases to be true, the second you two become more trouble than you’re worth, one word. One, and I will turn both of you to dust." Uriel said then he backs off, but keeps talking as he glares back at Sam.

"As for your brother, tell him that maybe he should climb off that high horse of his. Ask Dean what he remembers from hell." he said. "What do you--" (y/n) started to ask but then there was a sound and Uriel was gone. Sam and (y/n) turn around and try to look for him.

Dean was sitting on a park bench, watching kids play. Then he glances to his left and saw Castiel next to him. He looks the other way, quickly. "Let me guess, you’re here for the I told you so." Dean said to Castiel. "No." Castiel replied. "Well, good, cause I’m really not that interested." Dean growls at him.

"I am not here to judge you, Dean." Castiel said. "Then why are you here?" Dean asked him, angrily.

"Our orders –"

"Yeah, you know, I’ve had about enough of these orders of yours –" Dean interrupts but Castiel shakes his head and speaks up again. "Our orders were not to stop the summoning of Samhain, they were to do whatever you told us to do." he said and Dean turns to look at him.

"Your orders were to follow my orders?" Dean asked him, confused. "It was a test, to see how you would perform under...battlefield conditions, you might say." Castiel replied. "It was a witch, not the Tet Offensive." Dean said and he sighs and shakes his head.

"So I, uh, failed your test, huh? I get it. But you know what? If you would have waved that magic time-traveling wand of yours and we had to do it all over again, I’d make the same call. 'Cause see, I don’t know what’s gonna happen when these seals are broken, hell I don’t even know what’s gonna happen tomorrow. But what I do know is, that this, here?" Dean said as he points at the kids playing. "These kids, the swings, the trees, all of it is still here because of my brother, my girlfriend and me.

"You misunderstand me, Dean, I’m not like you think. I was praying that you would choose to save the town." Castiel said. "You were?" asked Dean. "These people, they’re all my father’s creations. They’re works of art, and yet, even though you stopped Samhain, the seal was broken and we are one step closer to hell on earth, for all creation. Now that’s not an expression, Dean, it's literal. You of all people should appreciate what that means." Castiel said and Dean looks at him a little pained, and sad.

"Can I tell you something if you promise not to tell another soul?" Castiel asked him. "Okay." Dean said. "I’m not a…hammer as you say. I have questions, I have doubts. I don’t know what is right and what is wrong anymore, whether you passed or failed here. But in the coming months you will have more decisions to make. I don’t envy the weight that’s on your shoulders, Dean. I truly don’t." Castiel said.

They share a look, and Dean looks out to the kids again. When he looks back, Castiel is gone.

@rach5ive @kitsun369 @itzabbyxx @cevans-winchester @ellie-andthemachine

76 notes · View notes

the-breath-in-air · 4 months ago

Text

Okay petition to give Benedict a lavender marriage or something similar in season 4 (or season 5...or whenever the show eventually has him settle down because you know he will eventually). But yeah, eventually...let him fall in love with a man and get married to some queer lady who's got a serious girlfriend (and maybe Benedict's boyfriend and his wife's girlfriend are also married to each other). But, like, it's an open secret in the Bridgerton house and the family accepts them and helps them keep their secret and prevent scandal. This show's really leaning into the alt-history vibe and a love-conquers-all vibe and a family-sticks-together vibe. So, like, let's have this be the next bit of that.

(I'd say the same for Francesca but since she's already got heart eyes for her husband's sister...I'm think that's going to be more illicit affair that breaks Kilmartin's heart).

Also...let Eloise stay unmarried. Like, 'bookish lady who is against the constraints of marriage' types almost always end up marrying some man who's just super understanding and treats her as an equal even though the law doesn't, blah blah. Or maybe marrying some working class man like Theo because unlike the rest of upper class society she actually recognizes the humanity of working class people, blah blah. But I kinda want Bridgerton to eschew those usual stories. Like, let Eloise be a spinster...maybe even asexual/aromantic for real.

Also...I cannot wait to see what happens with the Dowager Bridgerton and Marcus.

(no i don't care what the books do.)

#bridgerton #bridgerton season 3 #bridgerton netflix

7 notes · View notes

that-darn-clown · 3 months ago

Note

so, i now have a third Fnaf related thing. until i come up with a proper name for it, i like to call it "This Is The Closest Y'all Are Gonna Get To Me Doing Canon Fnaf"

this is mostly the result of me seeing some Fnaf designs and concepts and realizing "oh i can just. do what i want. with canon at this point."

so have some fun facts!

half because i think it's a cool concept, half because i want to make the designs different between this au and the Rewrite, Mike and Cassidy are both biracial. why is Liz the only completely white kid in the Afton family? well...we'll get there in a bit.

y'know Andrew from the books? Vengeful Spirit of the books? yeah he's here. he was one of Mike's friends prior to Getting Murdered. also close to Cassidy, but y'know.

i'm making Charlie more transmasc. specifically, she figured it out pre-Murder, but didn't get to explore gender stuff as much as he wanted :/ (still transmasc bigender, though. just more transmasc)

MCI kids are a bit different. Fritz is still here, though!

it's basically like a fusion of some of my own ideas and Dual Process Theory's timeline (Mike is (one of) the Vengeful Spirit(s), Cassidy is CC + got springlocked, stuff like that).

Cassidy, mayhaps, witnessed Andrew's murder. maybe. and Mayhaps William did some gaslighting. maybe.

Cassidy knew all of the MCI kids, especially Andrew.

Michael Definitely Took Charlie's Death And Andrew's "Disappearance" Very Well And Didn't Start Lashing Out By Bullying His Brother. Definitely Not.

the other Fnaf 4 bullies were some other kids who were "in the wrong crowd," as some might say.

Liz Gets To Live Because I Said So.

so...Willry happens in this universe. William had a Technically Affair ("technically" because Claire didn't care. if her husband wants to [REDACTED] his business partner, that's none of her business. she just wants to raise her children. similar situation to Anna; she's a lesbian and hadn't figured it out yet so she just went "huh. i'm weirdly more chill with this than i thought i'd be"). one day, William just. shows up with Elizabeth claiming "Oh I found this poor baby abandoned on my way home from work :( Guess I better take her in :(( Please ignore the fact that she's a redhead with freckles like my business partner that's just a coincidence"

then Liz got older...and it was kinda obvious that she inherited some traits from William (Bunny Teeth and the Bunny Ear Hair Things). so now it's a lot harder to just claim that it was a coincidence. the fact that Liz also had Henry's green eyes just made it ten times worse.

William ignored the rumors...and then a woman who worked at the Diner (Tammy Schmidt), who had ginger hair, green eyes, and freckles, claimed that she was the mother of Liz. so...Henry doesn't get outed as transmasc! yippee!

Claire divorced William (in 1981) because she did NOT like him roleplaying Icarus so hard and wasn't going to stick around to watch him inevitably fly too close to the sun. she was going to get her life together before deciding to take the kids (not Liz because. well, Liz isn't her biological daughter. this isn't to say that she doesn't consider Liz as effectively being her own child, but like. y'know. Not Her Kid Biologically Speaking), but uh. she ended up getting into a car accident only a few months later. RIP Claire 😔

William, being the "very reasonable" man he is, got drunk one night (because this man took the divorce Really well (sarcasm)), and because he internally blamed Henry for this mess (like he wasn't the guy who decided an affair was the greatest idea), and murdered Charlie. (which is partially why she's so pissed at him in this au; because he had the gall to take his anger towards Henry out on her. not that she would've liked it any better if he did take it out on Henry, but y'know).

the first four MCI kids (Bea, Fritz Jr., "Gabriel"/Gabi, and Isaac) were a mix of "William's on a minor power trip of sorts," "William unfortunately discovered the fact that he finds murder fun and now everyone's suffering," and "William isn't done hurting Henry. This time he's hurting Henry's business." Andrew's death was due to a minor argument that started between him and William over how Michael was doing that kinda. Escalated. William knocked Andrew out on accident, and then he went "okay guess i'll murder him now." so he springlocked Andrew. and Cassidy kinda witnessed it.

the Fredbear plush was a gift from Charlie and Andrew. Andrew partially possessed the plush to keep an eye on Cass and Mike (and it then led to him witnessing Mike being a dumbass for the next two years).

so...Mike, Andrew, Charlie, and Sammy were all around the same age (12-13) when the Murders happened in '81. so uh. Mike maybe had a crush on Andy that he never got to tell them about. he definitely doesn't have any regrets about that!! no siree!!

by the time Fnaf 2 was going on, Mike was kind of. spiraling. he recognized Jeremy as one of the few people who was nice to him after Things Went To Shit, so they started talking at work, crushes developed...and then almost half a year later, when Jeremy had started healing somewhat, they kinda went "hey we're adults. let's go to Nebraska." and then they did that. Mike had that sort of Mini Crisis that some traumatized young adults have where it's like. he has agency. he can do whatever. so he cut his hair a bit, dyed it bright red, got a tattoo on his chest, all that stuff. didn't call his dad at all during this. sort of started realizing how fucked up his childhood was. also met Tammy again, and she helped the two of them. Mike kinda changed his last name to hers, both because he viewed her as a mother figure and also because he did Not want to risk people finding out who he was.

Phone Guy survives. fuck it. he did kinda get maimed, though. unfortunately.

Mike found out about MCI stuff around the time of Fnaf 1. he was Not happy.

you now get: Charlie fun facts!

decided to give her both "weird girl" and "tomboy, but there's transness there" energy.

style vibes are sort of like. a mix of punk, "this looks like it's vaguely steampunk," and flannels. mostly because that's the kind of clothes he had readily available to him.

feral. extroverted introvert. she's even autistic. does the wildest shit and pulls Mike, Andrew, and Sammy along with him. sometimes even Cassidy (even though Cassidy was like a toddler at this point; three years old).

also just. really fucking petty and sassy. responded to a bully who was being homophobic and transphobic with, what effectively amounted to, the early '80s middle school equivalent of "You wanna kiss me so bad it makes you look stupid. 🙂"

still very protective over people, and a sweetheart. if it isn't obvious, i love this au version of Charlie. my beloved.

one time got some weed from a high schooler and went "hey guys wanna smoke this in the backroom at Freddy's on Friday night?" and then Mike and Andrew went "Fuck Yes." Sammy acted as the guard to the room. Henry and William were busy at Fredbear's, so they left one of the more reliable teen employees in charge for the evening. he walked in on those three smoking weed, was told "please don't tell our dads," shrugged, and just left. didn't say a word to Henry or William about it. Cassidy also walked in on it, but he wasn't going to snitch on them regardless. mostly 'cause he was three and didn't even know what they were doing to begin with. in Charlie's words, "8/10 experience, would do again."

just the most chaotic child imaginable. i've seen enough 80s movies to think that Charlie, a 6th grader, probably would've been believably this chaotic. like. you don't know how many movies where "kid in the age range of middle school to high school discovers weed and then proceeds to smoke some out of curiosity" was like. at least a minor plot point or scene. i also included this because I Can And It's Funny.

this song fits him perfectly. i'll let you listen to it to understand why, but. That's Just Her In This Au.

also, as for who the Vengeful Spirits/Ones William Should Not Have Killed are, here they are from Least Vengeful to Most Vengeful.

Charlie: doesn't hate William; just in UCN to do the ghost equivalent of kicking William in the balls repeatedly before leaving, hopefully with everyone else in tow.

Cassidy: Got Springlocked. also angry on behalf of his friends.

Andrew: also Got Springlocked. just pissed at William in general.

Mike: William killed him in the fire (neither he nor Henry planned for Mike to die this time. he tried to leave, but William didn't let him), William technically got him killed by sending him into the now-abandoned Freddy's, where the spirits (minus Andy, Cass, and Charlie, aka The Spirits Who Would've Recognized Him), confused, basically mauled Michael to death, where he then crawled out onto the streets and died. Charlie found him and brought him back, though. Mike's just pissed in general from where William basically ruined his fucking life. he'll probably be the last soul to leave.

also...if you're curious, i can tell you why the souls would see Mike and think he'd be William, when William would already be dead and springlocked at this point (something that they all witnessed, mind you). :]

Ough... like George I am a curious little monkey. Please tell me more ehehehe

#CHARLIE IS MY CHILD THAT IS MY KID NOW HOLY SHIT MY BELOVEDDD #the clown! it speaks!#the clown! it answers!

5 notes · View notes

theoldlesbianwithcats · 4 days ago

Note

The shaking hands in the that manga being a replacement for lesbian instance and romance is so tragically funny but have you seen any of the Thai gl series (gap, pluto, the affair, Apple etc)? I’ve been considering them because they’re all over my dash and the physical chemistry is so convincing but the sex scenes and kisses kinda come off porny & fake, like they’re performing for some invisible man in the room idk. Also the writing isn’t great but that’s a given with these soap opera kinds of shows lol

(Anon is replying to this post)

I watched GAP back when it was airing, I've been meaning to watch the others but haven't done it yet, I'm happy Thailand is so motivated to make GL series! :)

Yeah it's really soap opera-like so you have to get used to it, but I found it entertaining!

About worrying about lesbian scenes being porny or male-gazey, I'm going to give you an unexpected piece of advice: kick out the little lesbophobic "feminist" cop in your head that sounds a "male gaze!! porny!!" alarm whenever there are feminine lesbians or lesbian make out scenes or sexy scenes. It's ok to find women sexy and to want to see lesbian desire! That doesn't mean we're male-adjacent or whatever non-lesbians are saying about us. Just focus on whether you like the series or not, I can assure you that whenever het radfems slobber all over their fictional blorbos they're not feeling nearly as much guilt and internal questioning.

If I can give you some arguments in favor of not giving a fuck and just liking what you like, there was a lesbian movie about feminism in the 70s I really liked when I saw it in theaters (Summertime) and it was made by a lesbian/bi woman (Catherine Corsini). Turns out, one of the two main actresses said afterwards that she hated making the sex scenes and was very uncomfortable. The scenes were not porny at all and looked very natural and cozy! This is proof that even something being made with feminist intentions by a lesbian/bi woman doesn't mean it's going to be 100% ok.

More recently, a researcher who came out as polilez three years ago after divorcing her husband (Iris Brey) wrote a book theorizing the female gaze, gave conferences about the lesbian (polilez) gaze, and made a mini-series called Split about a woman "leaving heterosexuality" (= a bi woman cheating on her long-term boyfriend with a woman). Even though she went on and on about how she wanted to create a revolution about the depiction of lesbian desire, had hired an intimacy coordinator and such... IT SUCKED! It was lesbophobic, boring, unintentionally hilarious garbage from the beginning to the end.

Lesbians already struggle with so much internal and external shame about our desire, don't add to it by doing intense feminist analysis of everything you watch/read! I mean you were not even talking about disgusting/harmful fetishes, just basic sensual/sexual scenes, so there's nothing to worry about really. At worst, if you don't like it, you can just cringe and move on.

3 notes · View notes

lyrakarma · 1 year ago

Text

Welcome to the Lair!

Welcome one and all to the lair of Lady Karma! Whether someone's wronged you, or committed blasphemy against the gods, Lady Karma has your back!

Although...she can be a bitch at times.

Anyhow...before we go any further let's lay down some blog rules shall we?

1. No Fandom drama. I dont tolerate that crap. However if you wanna vent about Canon or whatever feel free to message me and I'll listen.

2. No political/social shit. The real world sucks, we can all agree on that. I'm on here for fun, not to be lectured.

3. This is mostly an OC blog but I'm more than willing to rp as the moon boys too if interested. My blog is is oc and Canon friendly. Respect others portrayal of Canon characters and OCs.

4. I don't tolerate any kind of intolerance on here, any -ism or -phobia isn't allowed. Kinda mad I still have to say it.

5. Please be patient. I'm trying to get back into RPing and I'm also living life. If I don't get back to a plot line right away I'm very sorry. My life is busy and I try to make time for everything.

6. I do have the right to turn down or not answer rp requests and asks. I will use it.

7. Don't be an asshole. If your characters only personality trait is being a jerk, then you need to work on them. My character doesn't exist to be your character's punching bag. Thank you.

8. This isn't my only blog. I may be more active on one of my others than this one, and I don't always get notifications from here (I'm on mobile so yeah...) if I don't get to you in a timely fashion I'm sorry.

9. Inappropriate/triggering/NSFW stuff will be tagged. However I don't generally write smut/love scenes like that unless they're relevant to the plot (I.E a first time, someone gets pregnant, etc...). I'm not your porn source.

10. At the end of the day, this is all about fun and that's what I want it to be. Feel free to plot with me if you want, or if you just wanna chat, feel free to DM me!

With rules out of the way, character profile is under the cut!

Name: Lyra Shelby (however wants to legally change her last name to Lockley)

Age: in her early to mid 30s

Height: 5 foot 3 inches, so rather short

Important info: Lyra is the avatar of Mafdet, the goddess of divine retribution. Being a cheetah goddess, Lyra has many feline like abilities. She has super speed, advanced senses, and her nails elongate and harden into claws. She grows ears and tail when she shifts to her hero persona.

Relationship status: considers herself married, though she doesn't have her husband's name or ring...it's complicated.

Orientation: female, she/her pronouns, panromantic, demisexual, polyamorous.

Unlike the Moon Knight system, Lyra's avatar status is a family affair. The Goddess Mafdet is cursed, bound to the bloodline of her first priestess by her ex lover, ironically Khonshu, God of the moon. The two still go at it at times, and their situation is more complicated with their avatars being "married".

Lyra considers herself a married woman, though she can't legally marry her "husband", Jake Lockley. Jake is a part of the Moon Knight system, which contains three different personalities in one body: Marc Spector, Steven Grant, and of course Jake Lockley. Marc, the main personality, is still married to his wife Layla, and Lyra doesn't wish to interfere with that. That being said, all three of them live together after learning about Jake and Lyra. Its a complicated situation but they all make it work.

When she's not doing superhero work, Lyra is an author and independent journalist, with a few books out and is currently working on a new one. Shes bilingual, speaking both English and German. Lyra also understands some Spanish thanks to Jake, though she herself doesn't speak it.

Like the Moon Knight system she also comes from a history of abuse, from a mostly absent, military oriented father and a stepmother who mistreated her. She has siblings but she doesn't talk to them all that much anymore. Bringing them up is a bit of a sore subject for her, as she has deep seated resentment and desire for revenge against them (which is how she emerged as Mafdets avatar to begin with). Shes in therapy but it only barely helps keep the resentment at bay...

#Lyra Shelby #Lady Karma #marvel oc #moon knight #moon knight oc #rp blog #also a fun fandom blog #we dont do fandom drama here

3 notes · View notes

co-mixed · 2 years ago

Text

Supurbia: Superhero Picket Fences

When you see a Controversy section on the writer’s wiki page, you shudder. Especially if you happened to already love their work. But sometimes it’s not a massive issue at all as was the case with Grace Randolph. Let’s get this out of the way – I only know her through her work, so that’s exactly what I’m going to talk about.

Supurbia.

This story is all about what happens between the sheets after your classic save-the-day team of superheroes takes off their tights and capes. A more interesting part is, it’s not even their story – it’s the days of those who wait for them at home and those who pick up the pieces when they fly full speed to yet another battle. Which right away makes it an interesting take.

What do you think got me interested in the first place? More spoilers below. Honestly, not that many. Even if you read them, you'd still find plenty of new info in the book.

It’s a character-focused book, so it would be impossible to discuss it without dissecting the faces on the cover.

Meta-Legion is the Justice League of this world. They even follow the pattern: the all-powerful stone-faced hero, the billionaire with gadgets, the warrior-princess, the boy scout leader, the guy with unexplained space powers, and Nightwing. Fine, maybe that’s more of a character salad, who cares. It’s not even them I really want to talk about.

The All-Powerful Sovereign is your typical domestic tyrant and he picks the perfect victim too, a reformed villain Hella Heart. Her life’s absolute nightmare and that is exactly what makes her interesting. Sovereign has less in common with Superman and more with Dr. Manhattan. While Hella needs attention and understanding. She doesn’t get it from him, and she doesn’t get it from her Wisteria Lane neighbors. Even if they attempt to connect, it always comes down to their own agenda. Is it even surprising that she eventually slips?

To be fair, I was rooting for her not to. She gives this victim-of-the-circumstances vibe and still tries to do the right thing. Kinda like Harley Quinn if she was locked in a house with laundry and dishes. Most of Supurbia characters are like that, you know who they’re based upon but they are still different enough for you to ignore it.

We only get to see the beginning of Hella’s full arc before the run gets canceled. So I imagine, she had miles to go.

Meanwhile Sovereign himself remains a distant figure. By the end, he’s just starting to get in touch with any emotions. So again, canceled too soon.

The billionaire Night Fox is having an affair with Nightwing I mean Agent Twilight (not that Twilight and not the other one). Night Fox’s wife and business partner Alexis finds out and it’s your typical betrayal story that hurts a whole bunch of people. While the unhappily married couple decides what to do and how to be, Agent Twilight becomes one of the most sympathetic and interesting characters. His love is all bruised and tortured, and he is almost ready to give it up even though he doesn’t want to. Not only I would still like to see how the whole story plays out, I’d like to see way more of his friendship with Tia.

Tia is the wife of Cosmic Champion (unexplained space powers) and a former superhero. Reminds you of anyone? Yeah, Jessica Jones. She gives up patrolling and fighting crime to raise her daughter. But unlike Jess, Tia misses it and she isn’t afraid to fight about that with her husband Dion. She manages to get her way too, and she ends up in an awesome costume speaking in tricky rhymes. She even saves the day when she goes after Batu.

The Warrior-princess Batu has two kids and a husband, and believe it or not, their lives are far from perfect. So far, in fact, it gets better before it gets worse, not the other way around. Batu is not a Diana-type, she’s quite the opposite and reminds more of Sovereign. If you look closely, most of these heroes lack empathy which is the reason for their domestic troubles. Batu is no exception – her issues with her kids are a good example. She ignores her son when she believes her daughter is the one with the inherited power, but as soon as she finds out otherwise, she forgets all about her. I like how this story in particular developed with a balance of a caring father and a powerful but absentee mother. This is what drives Sara to evil. If only we got a little more of this evil child and could see her grow from a rebellious teen to a real threat…

And then there is the person through whose eyes you are supposed to be looking at all of it, the newbie on the block – Eve. She’s a superhero fangirl and the wife of new Marine Omega who arrives to the neighborhood with her husband just before the old one passes away.

Out of all the characters I liked her the least. She had this optimistic desire to get involved that, for the most part, is a foreign concept to a millennial. She wants to help, she’s a nurse, she’s nosy for good reasons. She also saves the day and becomes a hero. But that was still not enough for me to like her. Matter of taste, I suppose.

Art and overall thoughts

The art in this book is vibrant. That’s the best word for it. It’s not my favorite style but the more you get into the story, the less you mind it. In this case, the art fits the story well. It’s a little… mischievous would be the right word. And it sort of lightens the whole mood of the book. It works in harmony with lettering, colors, and really, the more I think about it, the more I like it.

These days Russell Dauterman is mostly associated with a very specific X-men look, so it’s easy to simply not recognize his work. I didn’t, he certainly grew and changed a lot.

Covers are another part that’s hard to ignore. They immediately make you think “Desperate Housewives”. And it’s probably very intentional because this story certainly has similar vibes. Less than let’s say, Vision, but more than nearly anything else.

Supurbia is a good read. It’s emotional as hell if you let it sink in. And you should. It has great characters, complex heroes, and scary villains. Villains might not be the driving force here but they’re formidable and by no means easy to defeat. Supurbia can give you tons of enjoyable content and hours of fun, but I won’t recommend it to you unless you can live with an unfinished story. It has a conclusion, but it’s certainly not over.

#supurbia #grace randolph #comics #comic books #boom comics #superheroes #meta legion #superhero comics #comic book review #comics review #spoilers #reading #what to read

2 notes · View notes

fleur2pint · 4 years ago

Text

self exploration

pairing: narcissa malfoy x fem!reader

summary: after pent up tension in malfoy manor between you and narcissa malfoy for years, she watches you masturbate to the thought of her

warnings: female masturbation and a couple other things idk how to word so just buckle up wow

word count: 2k+

a/n: sorry guys my mommy kink kinda jumped out here. so if you don’t like that then maybe don't read the last paragraph but yeah enjoy!

You have worked for the Malfoys since you turned 16, being their “assistant” so they liked to call it when in reality you were their maid. You grew up in their home, almost like another Malfoy. You had seen it all in their messy lives and all the deepest secrets each one of them held. You had seen all the things they desperately tried to keep hidden from others, and those things never slipped you. If there was a library for this family, you would be the owner of all the books and pages filled with their traits. The only person you never knew much about was Narcissa, Draco’s mother, and Lucius’ wife. She had always treated you like the daughter she never had, always pulling you aside from your work to tell you how good of a job you were doing and rewarding you with small gifts every once in a while. Just last month she had given you a handmade silver ring with tiny carvings on it that were too tiny to even depict what they were of. The ring itself had to cost much more than the clothes she put on her own son’s back. You knew for a fact that they were pricey from the fact that you had to do his laundry for him, glimpsing the brand tags from time to time.

Even with all she did for you, you still knew nothing about her other than the dirt you had on Lucius that linked to her. You had to admit that the way she would touch you was odd. She would outline little shapes into your shoulders when trying to get your attention while you were cleaning their guest bathroom. Once while having tea she placed her hand on your thigh when you were talking about your family, leaving your mind wandering to all the meanings behind her actions. Whether they were sensual or nurturing. The tension you two shared could be straight out of a porno, the maid and the mature mom. You thought you were crazy for the first time you did, but as things progressed in your bond, you noticed more and more about her filthy habits.

She would sometimes leave the bathroom door open while she showered, wishing you would come in and see her through the transparent glass while you were restocking the towel closet. She would rarely leave her sex toys out in here and Lucius’ room sometimes, not too much to leave guessing but just enough to leave you acknowledging. You never dared question her though out of fear of putting your job in jeopardy, it was all you could do for being younger in the world, you just needed to get by with the paychecks they gave. Being that they were rich and paid strong, picking up Lucius’ kitchen messes didn’t seem so horrible. Especially when you had a little cheerleader like Narcissa making, you somewhat enjoy what you did. She was like your mother. A mother that you possibly were attracted to. You had never let your mind go to the thought of an affair with her, but her mothering nature with the anticipation she had always placed between you and her made you daydream. After all, she was your boss, so the idea of even a hook up with her could cost you with her husband in a couple of different ways. You and her son were also the same age, making the age difference odd, but not unbearable to you.

You made your way up to your guest room for the night after taking Narcissa’s last load of laundry out of the dryer. No matter how many times you washed her clothing you could never get the sweet, rich smell of her perfume out of it, not that that was a bad thing. The scent still lingering in your nose as you slipped through the crack of the door. You look to your left and flip on the light switch that casts a dim, gold glow to the room. Almost like out of a period-piece drama movie, with the flickering color or the candle lights. Except you didn’t own candles. The vibe of all the rooms in their house, even their son’s, seemed very intimate and overpowering with sexual tension. From the lighting all the way down to the deep gray color of the fluffy carpets they owned. You slipped off your black flats and tossed them to the corner of the room, feeling far too lazy to put them in the closet like normal. You trudged your body over to the king-size bed that sat in the middle of the vast room and peel back the covers. Before you lay down, you remove your ‘uniform’ (black dress pants, light grey button-down shirt, silver jewelry for accents) starting with the pants since the shirt was tucked in. You toss your pants over to the same corner where your shoes laid along with your panties. You found it much better to sleep without panties for temperature reasons, it also gave you better access to yourself when you needed a little reliever. You unbutton your shirt and slide it off your arms and toss it over to the growing pile of clothes. You walk over to the closet and pull out an oversized, black, silk tank top Narcissa had gotten you one Christmas. She thought it would fit since she thought your breasts were bigger than they really were, but they weren’t. It fits more like a nightgown rather than a shirt, which is okay with you.

You sit on the tip of your bed before laying back onto the ideally cool pillow. You let your body relax after your day, giving out an audible sigh. You glanced over at the small clock on your bedside table. 11:32, everyone should be asleep by now, right? You thought to yourself, thinking no one would need you for any services at this hour. Draco, the son, was no easy boy to please, and it didn’t help that his father was the same way. Out of all the people you worked for in that house, they were a close tie when it came down to who was worse. They constantly expected so much from you. That’s what you loved so much about Narcissa, was that she never saw you as just doing, she always knew you were trying. She saw you put your all into your job and praised you for that every time, no matter how little the task was. “Jesus,...” You sigh before bringing your eyes down to the little drawer of the table. You slid it open to gawk at the tiny bullet vibrator inside. This toy was not a gift from Narcissa, you actually bought it yourself with the first paycheck you had ever received from the family when you were 16. Many years had passed with you and your vibrator though, she never quit on you. You knew that no matter how tough things were you could always turn to her for that feeling of bliss.

You removed the vibrator from the drawer and held it in your hands for a bit before concluding. “Why the hell not?” You whisper to yourself before softly closing the drawer to avoid any access echoing in the room. You lifted your tank top slightly to expose your bare pussy to yourself. Your eyes flick towards the ceiling as you took your hand with the toy in it and ran it down to your folds. You spread your legs into a diamond shape for access and run it through your petals for some anticipation before pressing the little button to turn it on. Waves of vibrations drove through you, the massaging sensation causing your breath to hitch. You could feel your cunt dripping with arousal within seconds of your session. You bring the vibrator up from your cunt to your clit. Your inner walls contract from the feeling, your jaw hanging slightly open. Your eyes flutter shut from the ripples of pleasure flowing through you. You felt your heart take control and practically beat out of your chest. You let out a soft whimper while the vibrator worked on the small bundle of nerves.

With your eyes shut and body limp with total relaxation, your mind wanders and yearns for a scenario. You think about someone between your legs, working every inch of your delicate area. Who it was didn’t matter to you, but how it made you feel was vital. You lowered your hand closer to your cunt, feeling the buzz of the vibrator follow. Your muscles tense at the feeling. With no hesitation you dove the toy inside of you, gasping as you did so. Your back arched at the feeling of the vibrations hitting that spot that drove you wild deep inside. You tried your best to hold back your insatiable mewls with shallow breaths, but it was no use. You impulsively thrust the toy in and out of your drenched cunt, bringing you to whimper at the lost connection between the toy and your g-spot. Your mind paints the picture of a pair of soft fingers diving into you, grazing past your g-spot and past it to reach something much deeper. You perform the same acts on yourself using your toy as you picture everything perfectly, your teeth leaving traces in your soft bottom lip from holding back your cries.

You felt yourself coming closer to your breaking point. As your chest heaved, you lose yourself in your head, in your sinful thoughts. A powerful growl escaping your chest. You knew right away it was loud enough for Lucius and Narcissa to hear just next door to your room. You freeze out of fear, hoping that if you play it off as an unintentional groan they would just assume you were dreaming. Consequently, you sit in silence for a moment before continuing back to you for the session. Within 3 seconds of you jumping back on your train to paradise, you hear a shy knock at your door. You’ve heard that knock before, many times before. “Y/n, dear?” You hear from outside, the nurturing voice flooding your mind as you process it. “Are you alright?” They ask again. At this point you knew it was Narcissa. You lay paralyzed with fear trying your best to conjure up a response, but you weren’t quick enough. The heavy door creaks open just enough for her to peak her head in and look at you. “May I come in?” She asks softly. You sheepishly nod your head at her as you swallow your fear.

“Lucius and I could hear you from next door. Is everything alright?” She questioned, and she took small steps into the room. “Yeah… I-I’m fine, just a uh… night terror.” You say with composure as she comes closer to the bed you were laying on. She takes a seat at the foot of the bed and looks at you with concern as you spoke. At this moment all you could think about was the toy between your legs, sitting inside of your leaking cunt. What’s wrong with me, you thought, why do I like this. You and Narcissa stare at each other for a minute before she speaks up. “Turn it on, dear.” She says looking down at your crotch area that was concealed by the blanket. You gazed at her blankly, not knowing what to say. “I-'' You choke out before she cuts you off, “Show me how good this makes you feel. I know me watching you turns you on. And based on what I heard, you’re pretty close, so go on.” She says.

You ponder for a second because she was right about everything. You did like that she was here, but you just didn’t know why. Something spawned inside of you, a warm feeling that radiated from the inside out. It drove you to turn the toy back on while it was still sitting against your g-spot. Your body spasmed at the rapid wave of pleasure, you let out a soft mewl which earned you a hum of approval from her. You let the toy sit against your pulsating walls for a minute or two before sliding the toy in and out of your cunt with no resistance from how wet you were. You let out another whimper from the loss on your g-spot but then thrust the toy back in at a much faster pace than you did before, chasing your release. You throw your head back against your pillows once again in pure bliss. There was something so sensual and lascivious about this situation, but you didn’t mind her presence. You were far too focused on your own release to worry about who was watching. Something about Narcissa made you feel safe.

It didn’t take long before you were on the same steps as before. “Listen, I know you’re about to cum, but I need you to be as quiet as you can, okay? Can you do that for me, baby?” She asked, your body ached and quivered as you let out broken noises to show her you understood. With a few more thrusts of your vibrator, you decided to once again leave it against your g-spot. Within seconds you were in heaven. You let out a loud gasp that caused you to bring your free hand up to your mouth to try to silence your cries the best you could. A small smile formed on her lips as she watched your body shake and chest heave as deep waves of pleasure course through your body. You felt her lift herself off your bed, causing you to open your half-lidded eyes to look up at her hovering over you. She bends over and places a light kiss on your forehead. “You’re always such a good girl for me, baby.” She states you let out a tiny whimper at her words. You lay in her mothering energy for a moment more before she dissolved from your room.

#narcissa malfoy #narcissa malfoy x reader #narcissa malfoy smut #smut #fanfic #harry potter

219 notes · View notes

antiloreolympus · 3 years ago

Text

6 Anti LO Asks

1. i would actually get the idea people look down on the underworld gods bc like yeah theyre scary and unwelcomed, but like its undercut by rachel making them the most desirable and most powerful for?? reasons?? like she wants them to be underdogs while at the same time being the best at everything, which is her issue with persephone too, she also has to be powerless and humble but also the most unique and powerful. she wants us to root for them when they have no actual struggles.

2. i dont take reviews for anything, tbh. the "professional" reviews LO got were all by people who are also at the same printing house, so theyre literally paid to say something nice for marketing even if they dont like it (i work in publishing, we do this all the time), and amazon reviews arent regulated, so of course LO stans will flood it to fluff it up. thats what let's play fans have been doing too for years now too, despite it being wattpad markipiler fanfic.

3. I know comparing characters isn’t right but honestly LO has enough wrong going on I won’t feel bad. Persphone isn’t interesting on her own in LO. A lot of her character is having things happen to her except for flirting with Hades and killing mortals (and maybe running away as a reaction to Zeus). Persphone we are told she is smart, naive, powerful but powerless. Her character literally is whatever RS thinks fits the chapter the best. Persphone has no clear goals other than wanting Hades, what’s her major? What was the next step after college? Do the other gods go to college? Why doesn’t she know what sleeping to the top means but knows so much about flirting with a man who has a gf? What was she suppose to be doing if she never met hades?

Although the other female cast may not be likeable, they do actually do stuff that drives their own character

Minthe may have fallen into a shitty relationship with Hades, but she feels sick about the ring and treats Hades because he doesn’t listen to her. She leads Persphone to the wrong location cause she doesn’t like her. She fights hades (not a good thing but does something to the plot)

Daphne has Persphones background, grew up in the mortal realm. However she’s a lot more interesting. Demeter probably isn’t strict with Daphne, but Daphne is now and influencer with business deals and when forced to Dave Apollo bits and threatens him. And even before with Apollo wanted to find out her own opinions on the guy.

Hecate isn’t a main character but enjoys to be in the plot and leaves the plot as she pleases, she’s support but also seems like there more to her than shown. She likes chaos, gardening, and expanding her knowledge.

Aphrodite, drove the plot with the drugs and car thing, NOT A GOOD THING but actually did something. Was looking for her husband, testing her son may not be the best character but actually leaves marks on the story telling despite not showing up a lot.

Artemis, invites Persphone into her home, has always been this sliver footed hunter, was doing fine before persphone, but also has her own family issues

Demeter fought in a war, has her own morals and ethics when raising a daughter, may have messed up but again actually contributes to the plot

Hera pushes HXP together and apart, has her own interesting drama, seduced Kronos and paid for it gravely, DID have an affair with hades. Not good things but contributions.

Thetis manipulates people

Persphone just doesn’t do much herself in the comic. She didn’t want to go to the party, she didn’t want the job, a lot of the plot is having her having something happen to her. The drugging, the Apollo the offers, Meg offering her clothes even. She doesn’t drive the plot other than flirting with Hades even knowing about Minthe, killing those mortals, and turning Minthe into a plant, but none of those things are even framed as wrong. It’s like even when she does make a “mistake” it doesn’t “count”

4. DID HADES ACTUALLY REALLY HONESTLY SAY ZEUS' RAGE IS MISMANAGED!?!

5. Since we’re talking about self-inserts, hell, I have like 3 characters in my book that can be argued to be my self inserts. But the difference is that while I project onto them plenty, I still remember they are my CHARACTERS, not me. I give them flaws, I write them how I would any other, and I make them suffer consequences when needed. There’s a difference between that and whatever the hell RS is doing with Persephone

-----FP Spoilers-----

6. Not to beat a dead horse but even with Hades saying he misspoke in calling Persephone his wife - considering they arent dating and have only known each other for a short time period, it still sounds weird, right? Like in the newer chapters (I think) Hades and Persephone discuss going on a "first date" after the trial is over which would be fine - except A). It sounds as though even if Persephone gets a punishment (like lets say its a Prometheus treatment kinda thing) that they'll just go behind Zeus' back + authority to go on dates anyway, regardless of punishment or not, and B). Hades calling Persephone his wife indicates that despite not even being on a proper date or even knowing her all that well that he already thinks of her as such, which seems a bit presumptuous considering everything thats been happening.

Also ive seen claims far and between that months have passed if not a year since Persephone went on the run / the beginning of the comic - does anyone have a source for that? (The timeline makes everything confusing).

Also, I was told that the trial doesnt take place in the underworld - that it actually takes place in Olympus?? Anyone got a source? Pls and thanks.

From OP, not Anon: From the episodes currently on FP, the trial does take place on Olympus. The underworld is in a constant state of darkness and the place where the trial is being held shows it's visibly daytime. Also, it hasn't been months or a time skip. Some people were confused by Hades's wording because he said 'months'. Saying weeks would've been way better and less confusing.

#anti lo #anti lore olympus #lore olympus critical #lo critical

23 notes · View notes

thejudgingtrash · 4 years ago

Note

THANK YOU for bringing up Hera’s treatment in pjo and in general myths. She deserved better characterization. I can’t really think of any myths Hera’s involved in where she is anything but victim of Zeus or lashing out at innocents. There’s plenty of negative, Sure, but Hera’s positive traits obviously EXIST bc otherwise why would people, especially women, have worshipped her back then? But just as her violent nagging sitcom wife character was favored by ancient men writing, rick follows that.

I hard agree anon.

I have to admit that I’m a strong Hera advocate and I feel that she’s largely misunderstood and misrepresented. Sometimes on purpose. Again, sexism. More on that later.

Yes, she did horrible deeds in consideration to hunting the affair products of her husband down. They’re innocent bystanders. But her hands are tied as she can’t directly punish Zeus because he is the higher-up in the pantheon. Flimsy excuse? Probably. But degrading her for feeling her pain? Shitty move, in my opinion. Also she’s one of many gods that did horrible things (from our modern point of view). There are few that (would’ve) acted better than her when it comes to revenge and rage.

Let’s be honest - who wouldn’t burst into tears and boiling anger when their partner arrives at home, says “Yeah, by the way I impregnated another woman,” and essentially gives it a thumbs up and pops some bubblegum?

Hera is one of the most important gods because her domains directly involve us. Family. Marriage. Women. The sky and the stars of heaven. Children. A certain type of love, if you want to say so. I interpret it that way. There’s a reason why her cult exists. Riordan could’ve done so so much and yet... he didn’t. And my question is simply why?

Tackling Greek myth is very difficult as tales and personas of the gods vary from each narrative and Greek culture. The way Riordan approached them just doesn’t give them proper representation as their fundamentals, their basis, pretty much lack from the get go, however. This is largely due to the world building as the PJO series touches on Greek myth aspects but really doesn’t dive into them. We’re supposed to follow Percy and co. and not necessarily the surroundings. The monsters get a sorta better rep than the actual gods as they’re truly side characters and thus lack fundamental development. I mean, PJO started as a bedtime story for a little boy, so no wonder that monster slashing is a larger focal point.

I appreciate Riordan for trying, but he as someone who (I think) even taught about mythology in school, could’ve done a different approach. However, I’m getting off-track. Riordan wrote the goddesses in such a degrading and sexist manner while gods are essentially these cool dudes. I mean just look at how Poseidon got his “Shane Dawson docu-series revamp” in PJO. He went from rather cold and unapproachable to “dad of a year” in a book or two. I mean - how and why?

And Hera is reduced to the cold-hearted bitch that does nothing but hunt kids... because...of what exactly now? And like I said, other goddesses (i.e. Aphrodite and Demeter) got a sorta redemption arc through the fandom. Hera doesn’t get that. It’s pretty much the polar opposite. I mean there’s this post floating around talking about Percabeth not marrying because Hera would be the one starting shit. I saw that and my mind immediately went ???? That post has 2k notes for some reason. That post is the perfect depiction (nothing against OP! I know it was a gag but still) of what’s wrong with Hera’s depiction in the series. And probably beyond that in general.

There’s literally no reason for her to go after the kids of other gods...? They’re none of her concern and I’m pretty sure she’d be way too busy to start stuff with people “just because she can”.

It’s easy for people to put Hera into this “evil monster”-box because it’s a sorta victim blaming approach. Instead of focusing on the root of the issue (Zeus), you rather focus too much on her methods/behavior and don’t question why it exists in the first place. Because putting the woman into the evil category is much easier (and more fun!). We see evil men all the time so you’re kinda desensitized to it. But when it’s a woman - dramatic gasp! And when you place her into the evil stepmother box? Perfect! More reasons to irrationally hate her. Sounds like projection from too many bland fairytales at best, but okay.

With the Trials of Apollo Riordan gives another perspective into the abuse of Zeus but I still find it disheartening that even Apollo sees nothing more but the spiteful stepmother in Riordan’s narration. If Apollo had all of these negative experiences with his father as well as Hephaestus and Ares in Greek canon and Hera in Greek canon (hell, she didn't even want to marry Zeus, she was tricked into it and r*ped), it’d be safe to assume that Hera as his wife and someone closer to that dude, mayhaps suffers even more. (Doesn’t diminish the stuff that Apollo went through, but I don’t like the way his thoughts are presented to Hera in regards of the TOA series).

It’s apparent that people love to hate Hera and I hate to see it.

#pjo #Percy Jackson #greek mythology #hera #greek gods #heroes of olympus #percy jackson and the olympians #hoo #toa #trials of apollo #rick riordan #rr crit #apollo #mel answers

305 notes · View notes

barbasbodaciousbeard · 4 years ago

Text

If You Love Someone, Let Them Go: Part 6

Summary: Since starting with SVU, Sonny hadn’t kept much terribly close to the chest. The squad knew about his family, growing up on Staten Island, the classes at Fordam. What was hidden was why he didn’t date. Sonny Carisi was also separated from his childhood sweetheart, a separation neither ever took to divorce. They had the same haunts. They’d grown up neighbors. Their paths crossed every few months, and divorce talks would turn into reminiscing would turn into a night spent together, sometimes sex sometimes just talking until the early morning. It always ended with one of them waking up alone however. How will that change when the squad finds out?

Pairings: Sonny Carisi x Original Character

1 - 2 - 3 - 4 - 5

April 2015

“You ready?” Sonny called as he came into her apartment. They’d agreed to skip the pretense and drive together, and Sonny had booked a hotel room within walking distance after confirming she’d be okay with it. His bag was in the trunk, and he grinned when she came out bundled up, the same Fordham sweatshirt she’d stolen under her coat and the little wheeled bag beside her.

“Ready,” she grinned, stretching up to kiss him, and he felt like he could do anything. He took her bag despite her protest.

“I got us a room for the next two nights. We ain’t gotta stay both, but I thought it might be nice to go to dinner? I got both nights off, too.”

“That sounds real nice. I packed some real people clothes anyway.”

“Perfect. Now let’s get going. Bella said you guys got a make up artist coming.”

“Yeah. She got one and a hairdresser.”

“She’s definitely the one who wouldn’t wanna get herself ready.”

“Yeah. We gotta get there in time. What’re the groomsmen doing?”

“Playing video games and taking turns shaving and showering.”

“Not fair.”

“You look hot. You don’t need hair and make up.”

“You always think I’m hot.”

“That’s because you always are.”

“So are you. I got real lucky on the husband front.”

“You really think so?” She could sense the current under what he said. It wasn’t just Am I hot? but was also Are you lucky?

“Incredibly lucky. I got you.” He slammed the trunk shut, cheeks pink when he settled in the driver’s seat. It was familiar to drive with their fingers laced, and he smiled to see her wedding set in place. Bella had gone by the bakery to surprise her one day, and his sister was very pleased to let him know both rings were on her left ring finger. He’d told the squad the same day he told Olivia, and his ring had been on his hand every day since, the cross the only thing on the chain again.

“Think they’d notice if I do my own make up and hang out with you?”

“She really does have y’all going like two hours longer than Gina did.”

“Yeah. Gina was very ‘Let’s get down to business, get photos, and get married.’ Bella’s way more into the matching robes and face masks vibe. But she’ll be happy.”

“I’ll check in a lot, okay? I don’t like the video games Tommy does.”

“You just like Sims. It’s endearing.��

“It’s kinda fun.”

“You spent six hours building a house once.”

“I had t’make sure it was perfect. They were having twins, Tor.”

“I love you, you absolute nerd.”

“Your nerd.”

“Damn straight.” Sonny dropped her off at the venue, checking them in at the hotel and dropping off their bags. He stopped by the bridal suite when he got to the venue, thankful the weather moved the ceremony inside now that he was out of the cold.

“Dominick! No boys allowed,” Bella said, wagging her finger at him, hair in rollers.

“I know, I know. I’m just bringing Tor the key and her charger, okay?”

“You got her key?” Gina asked, leaning back to look at him and lifting her brow. “That sounds like you’re sharing a room.”

“We are,” Victoria said plainly, taking both items gladly. All the girls had changed into robes, but she’d opted to stay in his oversized sweatshirt until the inevitable photos. A primal part of him liked knowing that.

“That sounds like a reconciliation,” the younger Carisi sang, and Victoria rolled her eyes. “And you two snuck out of the party early like you used to.”

“I’m real glad you approve of our progress, but if you put too much pressure on us, we might break again.” Victoria knew he didn’t mean it and just wanted them to drop it, which she was grateful for. They weren’t quite there, but she trusted he’d probably open up by the end of their weekend together. Even if he didn’t, she’d decided she wanted to start planning to see him more after the wedding. Several late nights with Margy and a bottle of wine had told her that much. If you prove you’ll be there and patient, he’ll probably feel less like he’s scaring you off, she’d told Victoria after another night analyzing their last four encounters.

“Fine. But just know I’m telling ma. Maybe she’ll stop being mean to Tor.”

“Ignore Bella. She’s been glaring, but I think Sonny talked sense into her at Thanksgiving. She’s mad at both of them now.”

“As she should be,” he shrugged, kissing Victoria. “See ya for pictures.”

“See ya,” she grinned, ignoring his sisters’ squeals. This marathon made her kind of tired. Her hair and makeup were done soon enough, and she was grateful the dress was a dusty, dark enough pink in person to look good on her. She liked pink on Sonny, especially since the sides of his brunette hair had started going gray, against the blue of his eyes. The bridesmaids, the two Carisi sisters, Victoria, and a couple of Bella’s friends, all posed together in the matching silky robes before slipping their dresses on.

“And you thought that pink wouldn’t look good,” Sonny said softly against her ear before kissing her cheek.

“You like it?” Her hands rested on his shoulders as she smiled up at him, and he felt giddy. It was official. This was how they acted before, no almost needed.

“I do. Beautiful color on you. And damn, my wife got a figure.”

“You’re the best hypeman,” she hummed as she straightened his tie. “I ever told you how handsome you look in a suit? Or how pretty pink makes your eyes?”

“I can stand to hear it again.” There was the cocky smile he got sometimes. “I’m starting to look old, doll.”

“Nah. Getting hotter.”

“Even with the gray?” He’d been self conscious about it before, when the evenly dispersed gray in his dark hair could be mistaken for a dirty blonde. His temples gave him away now, but she loved it.

“Even hotter with the gray.”

“Stop being gross,” Teresa whined. “It’s like when you were getting ready for homecoming again.” She was rewarded with her brother and sister-in-law’s middle fingers, and Victoria was pleased with Gianna’s disapproval and the picture the photographer snapped. They took pictures, and Sonny was glad when they settled in the back of the venue. He could see the back of Olivia, Barba, Amaro, and Rollins’ heads, and the change in his dynamic with Victoria had him looking forward to showing her off at the reception.

“Shoes off at the reception. I intercept ma?”

“How’d you know?”

“I’m pretty sure I’m supporting ninety percent of your weight, Tor.”

“Love you.”

“Do I need to hold ya until we walk?”

“Not enough time to make a difference. But you’re a saint for offering.”

When Olivia saw Sonny with Victoria on his arm, it made sense why he’d been calmer the last two weeks. He’d been texting her more, though he thought he was sneaky enough no one noticed how he smiled at his phone throughout the day. She seemed to smooth his edges, and she and Amanda shared a look over the way the pair watched each other across the front of the venue. The ceremony was a quick enough affair, and Bella had decided to let her bridal party sit wherever they wanted. That led to Victoria stepping out of her shoes, pleased to be spared a big entrance. Heels in hand, she followed Sonny to the table his squad was at before dropping into her seat and giving a wave.

“Means a lot to Bella and Tommy you all came,” Sonny said, taking her shoes and tucking the wall by his chair. “This is my wife, Victoria. Tor, meet Rafael Barba, Olivia Benson, Nick Amaro, and Amanda Rollins.”

“Nice to meet all of ya. I’ve heard a lot.”

“Wish we could say the same,” Rollins said, and Victoria immediately recognized what Sonny had meant. No venom. Just protective of her occasional partner. And Benson was definitely the mother hen, shooting the blonde a look as Amaro and Barba concealed smiles.

“Get it all out now,” she joked, rolling her eyes. “Married into this family nine years ago.”

“Been putting up with Carisi that long? I’ll petition the pope for sainthood.” The three piece suit. The snark. Barba was just what she expected.

“Think she deserves it,” Sonny chuckled, arm flung easily over the back of her chair. “I can be a pain in the ass.”

Conversation started to flow easily, and he was glad Victoria was tough enough to bite back at Rollins and Barba when they referenced anything touchy. Tommy’s family filled out the rest of the table, and he was glad to see the trial had brought them around to agree that what happened to Tommy was wrong. Teresa and Tommy’s brother gave the speeches, and he liked seeing the squad join in as Bella threw the bouquet and Tommy threw the garter.

“Bella caught my bouquet, remember?” Victoria smiled up at him.

“Yeah. And Freddy Esposito got the garter.”

“Both of ‘em got married this year.”

“Was delayed for us. Our friends from back then are just now getting married.”

“We’ve been married nine years and aren't even thirty. I think we were ahead of the curve.”

“But now my baby sister is married and pregnant.”

“Dom, you do know she and I are the same age?” Sonny blinked, squinting at her.

“You’re fucking with me, right?”

“We’re both twenty-seven.”

“No way Bella’s twenty-seven.”

“I like how you can fully separate me and Bella graduating together.”

“I forget,” he shrugged. “You always picked me anyway.”

“Then married you. Duh. Long game.”

“I hear people making noise.”

“They’re cutting the cake. Amaro has the garter half in his shirt pocket, and a three year old caught the bouquet. The same age you think Bella was when she caught mine.”

“Shut up,” he laughed, pulling her to stand at the edge of the dance floor to watch the first dance. His arms slid around her waist as he rested his chin on her shoulder.

“He wouldn’t have to stoop so low if you’d wear your damn shoes, stellina.”

“Ma, leave her be.” Gianna rolled her eyes, but Sonny squeezed Victoria as the music started. “She’s coming back around. Called ya stellina instead of Victoria.”

It was kind of fun to watch the four members of his work family loosen up around the room. Amaro and Rollins were across the dance floor and not fooling anyone. Barba wasn’t sure what to make of any of the Carisis or Sullivans, but since they’d easily figured out that Olivia was not involved with him, the singles from both families had circled the man who was suddenly the most eligible bachelor. The best part was how hard Olivia ignored his visual pleas to be saved as she talked to one of Tommy’s uncles. It was nice not pretending work and personal life were separate; the squad had taken him in like he hadn’t anticipated, and now his family was taking the chance to accept his squad.

When the first dance was over, Sonny pulled her onto the dance floor, holding her flush against him in a way he hadn’t been brave enough to before. They’d talked every day the last two weeks, and he’d realized they really had hit the turning point. The songs weren’t slow, so his chest was against her back as his hand splayed over her stomach as they swayed. Both their voices were off key as they sang along to each song with the rest of the guests on the floor. Nick and Amanda were wrapped up in each other, and Olivia and Rafael seemed perfectly entertained, so he didn’t feel bad slipping out after a couple hours.

“I know you two. Go ahead and dip. You stayed for all the important parts,” Bella had grinned, bumping Victoria’s hip with her own. “I’m the only sober one here, so this is gonna wrap up earlier than anyone realizes. Baby and I gotta sleep.”

“You sure?”

“Positive, Tor.” That was all it took for Sonny to lace their fingers, duck out of the venue, and start the couple of blocks to their hotel. At first, she wore the heels and walked, but he quickly realized it was the shoes, not the wine, making her unsteady.

“That’s it,” he said, squatting in his suit. “Hop on.”

“My bag’s heavy.”

“I can handle it, babe.”

“You sure?”

“You don’t hop on, we’re going spider monkey front carry, and we both know that always ends in me tripping more.” She wrapped her arms around his shoulders, and Sonny held her thighs, careful to keep the fabric under his palms to save her some modesty. When they were outside the room, she slipped the key from his breast pocket, helping him push the door open before he dropped her on the bed.

“Thank you,” she sighed, toeing the pumps off and letting them fall.

“Glad to be of service.” A little salute as he started to strip out of the suit and hang it. “Thanks for always ditching early for pajamas with me.”

“Glad to be of service.” She hung the dress and tucked the strapless bra away, and when Sonny turned from the closet, he saw her in the oversized sweatshirt again as she pulled the blankets back on the bed. He hadn’t bothered for two. They’d had that option every time but hadn’t used it when they were fighting.

“Comfy?” He ran a hand through his hair, breaking up the gel before flopping beside her.

“Very.”

“It’s literally nine o’clock. Are we old, Tor?”

“Old? No. Codependent? Maybe.”

“We been living apart a year and a half. Maybe we’re just a clique.”

“Very true. We’re like if the plastics were millennials who had been married a decade.”

“We should write that script.”

“Forget law school. Teen movie parodies based around our marriage.”

“Perfect. I’ll drop all my classes tomorrow.”

“I missed you. It’s been nice talking all the time.”

“I missed you too,” he murmured, watching her with his cheek pressed to the pillow.

“Regardless of if you’re ready to tell me, I wanna keep talking a lot.”

“I’m ready. I just was going to wait. Don’t wanna ruin our weekend.”

“I feel like you’re going to tell me and realize I don’t care as much as you thought. Unless you fucked somebody.”

“First, last, and only, Tor.” He rolled onto his back, taking a deep breath, and Victoria knew him well enough to know this really was going to be the moment. She sat up, legs tucked beneath her. Leaning towards him a little, she put her hand on his chest and rubbed what she hoped were soothing circles as he put his hands behind his head. When he was nervous, Sonny talked to the ceiling, just needing her to anchor him.

“Just trust me, okay?”

“I trust you, vita mia,” he murmured, and that particular Italian term of endearment let her know it was really happening. “You remember when my hours changed? End of 2011. Became a detective. Acted funny when you took me upstate. A year before I fucked up and forgot your birthday bakery combo dinner.”

“Of course.”

“I was working homicide.”

“Okay?”

“It really fucked me up, Tor. What I seen, it was so bad. The women. There were so many women, and they’d be so pristine. One of them was in a fuckin’ dumpster even. But he took all the time to give her a bath and do her make up and get her dressed. And you know what that always told me?”

“What?” she whispered, taking the hand that went from behind his head to rest on top of hers.

“It was their husband or boyfriend. The person who they trusted. And their faces were so peaceful, Victoria. They knew what was coming. And I’d go talk to people. You know what they’d say? They weren’t surprised. They’d seen it. They’d heard it. Those men hurt their wives and girlfriends. Took advantage of the fact they trusted and loved them. I started seeing you when I saw them, Tor.”

“Sonny,” she whispered, hating the way his voice sounded. It was thick with emotion, and he’d closed his eyes. She was well aware that if he opened them, they’d be rimmed red and tears would be falling. “This is what you couldn’t tell me?”

“You’re so proud of me. I didn’t want to disappoint you. I couldn’t sleep and it hurt so badly. I’d wake up freaking because I thought it was you. I’d never hurt you, but my brain just- I don’t know. And then you’re so good. You deal with cakes and fondant and cannoli and things that make people happy. I was so scared that if I talked about it, it would blot out the light in you. I felt like the only light I had was you. I think I pulled away because of that and it snowballed. When it got so bad, the last six months? It got to the point I thought all that darkness and the stuff I was seeing and the stuff my brain was picturing would- fuck- leak into you through osmosis or something. When I wanted to tell you, my brain would just change the words I wanted to say.”

“Sonny, I didn’t know it was like that,” she murmured.

“You couldn’t have known. I wouldn’t tell you.”

“I should have figured it out.”

“Don’t do that, doll. If you’re willing to trust me to tell you moving forward, I just want to move forward.”

“I shouldn’t have left, Dominick. You were hurting, and I just abandoned you.”

“I was depressed. I should have told you or talked to someone. Being depressed doesn’t make it okay to neglect you. I need to take care of myself.”

“And I should have stuck with you. Figured out the why.”

“You did though. I’ve known that I can come to you for the last two years. I just couldn’t get past myself. Doc’s been working through it with me. Says I gotta learn that dad bottling it up wasn’t good. It works better for him and ma because she couldn’t read him when they met. I never had to tell you so I didn’t know how. And then dad doesn’t believe in men sharing their feelings. It’s easy to ignore that for the good feelings. I didn’t want you to think I wasn’t tough enough.”

“I didn’t know how to tell you how I was feeling. I knew you saw dark stuff and I was scared to make it worse. I didn’t want to pressure you.”

“Are we okay?” His voice was almost pleading, barely a whisper as his eyes finally opened to look at her. She laid against him, cupping his cheek as his hand flew to rest on hers. They were both crying, and she hated it. She hated to know that it was such a stupid miscommunication. If she’d pressed on it, taken guesses, asked around, maybe she could’ve helped him not hurt. This new squad seemed good for him, and therapy was helping. She probably needed to address their relationship more in therapy, learn how to ask for what she needed. They had to an extent, helping her hold out as long as she had for him to open up.

“We’re okay, Sonny. I’m so proud of you.” She was nudging his nose with her own, not dropping his gaze.

“Thank you for being so patient.”

“I’d have waited for ya forever. First, last, and only, Sonny.”

“Come home.”

“We gotta consolidate now,” she teased gently. “But I’ll come home.”

“It’s in Brooklyn now. You’ll like it. I didn’t even get rid of that stupid dog statue.”

“He’s a very important dog statue.”

“I love you, you weirdo.”

“I love you too, nerd.” He missed laughing with her, even when they were both crying. The relief that flooded him was suddenly exhausting. Not telling her had been heavy on him for a long time, but he didn’t expect his body’s physical response to the openness. He felt like he did before he went on this pointless journey to hide the bad parts of his field from her. She knew what he did. She kissed him, slow and sweet and loving, and Sonny’s arms snaked around her. They’d kissed plenty since she left, but there was always a hesitance behind it. Unsureness around their status. Now, he was kissing his wife, not his estranged wife. Even if it took time, they were working towards her coming back home. They hadn’t had sex since their ill fated first run in post separation. It was slow and sentimental, and afterwards, he had a half second of panic she’d disappear. Instead of pulling away like his gut wanted, he curled around her frame, nuzzled into the crook of his neck.

“I missed that,” he murmured.

“Me too.” She rested her hand on his, and he could feel that she was smiling in how her cheeks moved. He felt greedy, wanting to feel every bit of her skin he was able to before he fell asleep. When he woke to find her still there, he was relieved, and even better, she’d twisted in the night, leg hooked over his hip and her chest pressed to his. They’d spent most of the night talking or tangled together, so they’d slept in until ten o’clock. He checked his phone to be sure everyone had made it through the night before. Once he reminded his mom he was spending the weekend and really wouldn’t be at Sunday dinner, he settled back in to watching her. After a while, she started to stir, pulling him closer. She’d been right, everything had changed once he told her. He didn’t feel like he had to keep any space between them.

“Morning, beautiful,” he whispered, and she stretched her arms over her head.

“Heya, handsome.” She pressed a kiss to his lips, and it took all his attention not to take her again. He’d made plans for the day, and he was determined to stick to them. Even if they hadn't reconciled, she was a sucker for the beach, even when it was cold, so he’d planned to take her to lunch, take her to get her nails done, and take her to walk the little shops he’d found. It would make her smile, and he’d missed the little trips they’d taken before. Other than going to the cabin, something she’d planned, it had been years between work and school and money. For their tenth anniversary, he was already planning, even though there was just over a year to plan. He wanted to take her back to New Orleans, just the pair of them together now and no disappointment on her part that her mom was there but ignoring her.

“I planned a day for us.” His hands trailed her spine, and he realized something else had shifted since he told her the reality. While he thought it wasn’t possible, he felt even closer to her. The men in his family, though well intentioned, had always told him it would be viewed as weaker to share his emotional world with anyone. They thought it was a little girly for him to be as sappy with her as he tended to be, tearing up at weddings and when he talked about how proud of her he was. But the bad things? Those were weaknesses that would drive her away. The realization that the depression and inability to separate work from her didn’t scare her off made him realize that letting her see it wasn’t going to break them. Hell, it seemed to bring her closer.

“Really?”

“Yeah. Lunch on the beach. Little walk on the beach after. Manicure- I know you, Tor. Don’t try to say you got one for Bella’s weddin. You love them but won’t take yourself ever- and then we can walk around some of the little shops and stuff.”

“That sounds like a real romantic day, Dom.”

“What can I say? I learned my lesson about not being romantic.”

“I’m excited to come home.”

“Me too, Tor.”

Tag: @cycat4077 @fear-less-write-more

#law and order special victims unit #sonny carisi #sonny carisi x oc #sonny carisi x reader #svu #writing

35 notes · View notes

hatterstan-shameblog · 4 years ago

Text

Hatter SFW Alphabet TWO BABEY!: The Boyfriend Experience

(Because I legit didn’t know the sfw alphabet was supposed to be like a “you’re dating them” thing and just put a bunch of weird random facts lol rip in pieces @ me)

Also, I’m gonna preface this by saying that—in my heart of hearts, in my soul of souls—I don’t think he’d do the whole “boyfriend” thing. I think he’s not big into the whole commitment thing and just a kinda go-with-the-flow and smooch-a-new-pal-every-night dude.

But we’re going to pretend that there’s an exception to that rule. Who is that exception? Why, the pal reading this, of course ;)

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

I do think he’s pretty affectionate BUT I don’t think he’s, like, super mushy about it.

Would definitely use pet names, especially if other people are around. Really lay it on thick like “Oh, darling dearest” and “light of my life” because a) he thinks it’s funny and b) it’s a total flex

Also he’s definitely a “giving gifts” love language guy, but don’t expect jewelry or flowers. Every time he goes to like the 7-11 or something he’ll grab you a little snack or something and he won’t say anything about it, just kinda.....slowly.....slide it across the table......until you notice.......(and let him try some)

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

In Borderland, you obviously meet at the Beach. I like to think it’d be in the club at like 7AM, he’s just chillin’ alone at the bar (place is deserted and for once the music is off) with a Bloody Mary and a book of crossword puzzles. And he looks up at you and waves and you wave back and you’re like ‘alright fine I’m intrigued enough to go over there.’ When you sit down he hands you the book and says “I will let you have the celery in my drink if you help me figure out 15-across.” And then you tell him you actually hate celery but also the answer for 15 is “pleurisy” and 43-down is “qualm” and he’s like “I will forgive the celery comment because you’re very good at words.” And y’all just start chillin�� from there.

IN THE REAL WORLD THOUGH it’s weirder and (imo) funnier. You’re walking down the street and someone yells “HEY” and you turn around and it’s our man and he’s doing the weird little half-jog thing moms do when they’re trying to get across the street in a crowded grocery store parking lot. And he’s all “Listen, what do you know about hats? Have you ever worn a hat before? I will settle for you knowing what the concept of the word ‘hat’ means.” And you’re like “Yeah?” And he’s like “Great, come with me,” and you’re whisked away to the hat shop where he’s got a table full of little feather-y things and he’s like “I got a shipment of these in last night and I don’t know what to do with them, please help me, even with just one of them, I will not be able to sleep tonight if I don’t have some closure with this.” And since it’s your day off or something you just spend the afternoon helping him and he’s like “you are and angel and a genius, here’s my number, we’re friends now.”

AS A BESTIE: the thing is that you gotta have a really great sense of humor to roll with this guy. Also, the gossip you’d get from this man would be UNREAL. You’d go over to his place for a little takeout/movie night combo and he’d burst through the door and be like “You are not going to BELIEVE the things I heard in line at KFC.” And you’re gonna just be sitting there munching on a biscuit while he tells you that the lady in front of him is having an affair BUT so is her husband and they’ve been cheating each other with the SAME PERSON who is actually the FLORIST who did the flowers FOR THEIR WEDDING and you don’t know how he knows all this stuff but, like, it’s entertaining as all hell.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

My guy. My dude. The cuddling is OFF THE CHARTS. If you happen to sit on a couch WHA-POW the man is sliding on up beside you, doing the ol’ arm-along-the-back-of-the-couch thing like “hey hi how ya doin come here often? ;)” If you’re sitting in a chair? Guess what, bitch, he’s there too. On your lap, squeezing in beside you, he’s just got no sense of personal space. And he definitely does that thing where you’re like reading a book or on the computer and he comes up and rests his chin on your shoulder and is all “whatcha doin???” He’s got the boundaries of a well-loved house cat.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

Settling down is like..............thinking way too far ahead, man.

I don’t think he cooks too much (like other than simple meals) BUT I 110% believe that the guy’s got a thing about the bathroom being clean. Like, scrubbing-tile-with-a-toothbrush clean. Clutter is probably a thing, especially when it comes to records (because I won’t let anyone tell me he doesn’t own a record player) because he likes to switch them out frequently to listen to like one specific song and then move on to something completely different.

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

Depends on the person? Three-day fling? Ghosted. (He wouldn’t even consider that a relationship tbh).

A long-term, emotionally-involved thing? I think he’d get to a breaking point and just kinda be like, “nope, I’m out” and be very abrupt about it. Might do it over text if you really pissed him off, phone call if he didn’t want to deal with the ~feelings~ end of things.

I also think that he’d swear up and down that he was totally fine with ending things while delving into some kind of self-destructive or risky behaviors—intense partying, lots of ~romantic partners~ in a short amount of time, etc.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

Not a commitment guy. Like, at all.

But, let’s just say you were the right person and he actually wanted to do the whole marriage thing. I think he’d want the engagement as short as possible. Like, “Hey, are you free Saturday? We could get married then.”

As for the wedding (nobody asked for this lol but you’re getting it ANYWAYS), he’d want something casual and fun, but ALSO he’d use it as an excuse to get a really cool new suit. And you’d go out to some crowded little bar afterwards and do tequila shots or something (I think he’s a whiskey guy first but a tequila guy second [and a beer guy third] but that’s just me)

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Physically, I think he is surprisingly gentle. Especially when there aren’t other people around. He seems like a sensual guy, which to me reads more “brushing your hair behind your ear and tracing the line of your jaw with his fingers” as opposed to “putting his hands all over you trying to feel every inch of you at once.”

Emotionally: I think he’s blunt as hell. Can and will ask you what your problem is, and won’t back down until you give him the real answer. It’s not always the best approach, honestly, but it does lead to the two of you having hard conversations instead of avoiding the issue altogether. That being said, I also think he handles emotional outbursts pretty well—keeps a cool head, doesn’t get freaked out by crying, and I think he has the E.Q. to know when to just shut up and let you talk.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

Hugs? Loves ‘em. Can and will hug anyone and everyone.

With you as the s/o? Certified (hugging) freak, seven days a week. Check the time, it’s hug o’clock.

I think he hugs people generally the same: big open arms, solid squeeze, holds ‘em for a decent second, maybe does a little pat on the back move?

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

He says it all the time but like in a definitely “not serious” way. Said he loved the bartender who brought him an extra slice of lemon. Said he loved you the time you tripped over your own flip flops and landed flat on your face in front of like fifty people.

Tells his friends he loves them and means it. Like legit says “I love you, man” to his buddies.

For the romantic “I love you?” That’s gonna take AGES, if it happens at all. I think he’d get really upset about it, honestly, maybe try to push you away first because he doesn’t want to admit to himself that he got ~emotionally attached~ to someone. I think that vulnerability scares him. So, if he says it at all, he’s going to say it in a very somber, serious tone, which will directly contrast with his usually silly vibe.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

Literally does not get jealous at all. Sees you kissing someone else and is like “oh hell yeah, get it!” Has definitely been “the other woman” in affairs, and doesn’t mind it at all. I think he’d be totally into open relationships or polyamory, if that’s what you were looking for.

Gets jealous of your food if you go to a restaurant and your dinner looks better than his. No joke.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

Alright now we’re getting to the good stuff.

Starts off slow. Remember that time I said he was ~sensual~? Well, the man likes to take his time and really savor the feeling of kissing you. Then, there’s a gradual rising of intensity, almost imperceptible, until you’re in a full-on make-out sesh with tongues and teeth (only a little though) and his hands on either side of your face and 😳

Oh, the neck is by FAR his favorite place to kiss. Along the pulse, by the collarbone (one of his fave parts of the body btw), and just below the ear? That’s it, that’s the good stuff. ALSO, he likes kissing the INSIDE OF YOUR WRIST because WOW that is SOMETHING.

Kiss that man literally anywhere and he’s a fan. Really appreciates the simplicity of a kiss on the cheek, actually. And (oooh this is a little spicy, watch out) he thinks it’s very cool and fun when you kiss him somewhere a little bit suggestive like in the general chest or hipbone region. He likes a little tease, y’know?

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

I actually think that kids really like him. They just think he’s neat. And I think he gets a kick out of kids, especially when they come to the hat shop because they look at the shelves like “😮” and he’s like “I, too, have many feelings about hats.” He’s definitely the kind of guy to see a three-year-old and be like “Hey man, how’s it going? How’s the job? How’s the wife? Stock portfolio doing okay?”

But also he is not allowed to babysit anyone ever because, like...........could you imagine???

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Wakes up at like 4:30 AM for no reason so by the time you’re up he’s already gotten dressed and ready and read the paper and did the crossword. He’s definitely not a “lay around in bed all morning” kinda guy, but he doesn’t mind if you just hang out for a couple of hours and doze off.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

He’s also kind of a night-owl, but typically gets to bed by midnight or so. In Borderland, he’s usually got some sort of small get-together happening in the hotel room, and it can get pretty wild in there. You actually keep your own room so you don’t always gotta deal with whatever he’s got going on in there.

In the real world, you two do a lot of bar-hopping on “off” nights and you sometimes hang at the club when he’s working—but, more often than not, you wait up for him to get home and tell you about all the drama that went down.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

I think he likes to overshare the “funny” traumas of his life or the things that he thinks make him look cool.

Other things, like old wounds that haven’t healed over yet, take a little while. A lot of times, you find things out because it’s relevant to a conversation. He doesn’t make a big deal about it, and he gets really weird if you try to coddle him or whatever, so you mostly just listen and commiserate where appropriate.

But there are some things he absolutely refuses to talk about. Ever.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Super patient.

Until he absolutely snaps and. Yikes. (You saw the thing at the Beach when the people hid cards, you know how it is.)

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

His memory is a complete mixed bag. He might not remember the important thing you told him two days ago but he WILL remember your third-favorite flavor of ice cream for some reason?

Literally no idea how that guy’s brain works but...somehow, it does.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

Aside from the more ~risqué~ bits, I think he just likes the quiet moments when he’s doing something in one room and you’re doing something in the other—just the general “there-ness” is really nice for him.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

I think he’d be more interested in making sure you knew how to protect yourself. Especially in Borderland, where you can’t always be in games with each other. He definitely teaches you how to shoot a gun (or if you already know how he’s like ‘alright that’s cool as hell’) and some basic self-defense stuff.

I don’t think he’s too concerned with you trying to protect him—he’d be like “uhhhhh what are you doing???” if you ever tried.

EMOTIONALLY THOUGH, I think he ‘protects’ you by encouraging you to talk your feelings out and use him as a sounding board. Really tries to keep you from bottling things up. Big on “say what you mean and mean what you say.”

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

I think he’d be over-the-top about a few things like maybe a birthday or something, just because he could. But, more than that, I feel like he’d just try to be a kinda hype man for you, like gulping down that ‘respect my s/o juice’ whenever you did something for yourself.

Also I think he’s very self-sufficient and that would not change when you come into the picture. He’s got the whole “living alone” gig down-pat, so there’d be no “slacking off on daily tasks” or whatever.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

I could write a whole dissertation on his bad habits omg

But what it boils down to is: he’s reckless. Very “here for a good time, not a long time” kinda guy. Drinking, smoking, drugs, keeping questionable company—dude just lives fast and doesn’t really think about how his lifestyle could affect him negatively further down the road.

Also, on a more light-hearted note: he chews ice. He’s one of those people. And the sound drives you crazy, but he just. Doesn’t stop. Even when you tell him it’ll ruin his teeth and he’ll have to go to the dentist (and he’s actually terrified of dentists) if he doesn’t stop. But he just stares at you straight in the eye and chews louder.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

You kidding me right now? Uh, VERY. I mean. You watched the show. You saw the man.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

Not at all. He doesn’t believe in people being “complete” or anything—you are who you are, and at the end of the day, no relationship is going to change that.

But he also appreciates being around you and, if you’re in an actual relationship, prefers having you around

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

He has a pet cat. He left the window open one summer night and this little kitten just waltzed on in and started screaming at him and he was like “well, okay, I guess I’m a parent now.”

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

Hates clingy, hates jealous, DOUBLE-HATES being told what to do, LOATHES ENTIRELY the idea that he’d ever have to change for someone (unless they can prove that he’s in the wrong [lol good luck])

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

Is one of those people who only needs to sleep for like 3 hours a night or something. And when my boy hits the pillow, he is DEAD OUT. Full snore, middle of the bed, starfish position, almost impossible to wake up. If you happen to be there, he’ll flop and arm over your waist or something, like a very half-assed cuddle.

#alice in borderland #danma takeru #boshiya #hatter #alice in borderland netflix #I POURED MY SOUL INTO THIS OKAY #we get SPECIFIC in here too lads #*gasping as a crawl through the desert* food.....water......VALIDATION......#writings and such

32 notes · View notes

janeyseymour · 4 years ago

Text

I’m Sorry

Jane Seymour went through life passively. Almost too passively. She often found herself apologizing for things she most certainly shouldn’t be apologizing for.

Jane Seymour had always been quite a passive person. It made sense. In her past life, she was known as the loving and devoted wife. There was a reason for it. She hadn’t interfered with her husband’s affairs. The one time she had, she was quickly reminded of her predecessor’s fate. She quickly apologized for it.

Even when she was a child in her past life, she was very much a passive person. Growing up with nine other siblings, she was always the quietest and often perceived as the kindest. She held herself to this standard that she had been given, oftentimes getting the short end of the stick but never minding too much.

As time went on living with the queens in their reincarnated state, she found herself falling into old habits again. Some were wonderful. For example, she had taken up needlework and embroidery again, something she had loved in her past life. Her skills were still just as wonderful and only improving. It wasn’t an uncommon occurrence for the other queens to curl up next to her as she worked. It also wasn't an uncommon occurrence for any of the queens, but specifically Katherine, to be walking around in something that Jane had added an embroidery to herself.

And as time continued on, she had been labeled “mom friend”. Being labeled as this wasn’t a bad thing; no, the third queen was, in fact, overjoyed to be able to put her maternal instincts to good use. Some of the other queens, specifically Anne and Katherine, were in need of somebody to look over them, and Jane was more than happy to be that person for them. She was more than happy to speak up for her, who she lovingly referred to as, her children. The issue?

In this life too, she had become quite passive. After being reincarnated and given back her memories, she made a promise to herself that she would be bolder and more outspoken. In a way, she was bolder and more outspoken. She was more than happy to stand up for her children, telling others just how wonderful each of the other queens were. She was more than happy to do something small like go back through the drive thru window at McDonald’s for Anne because they didn’t give her the right amount of chicken nuggets. But, she refused to do any of this for herself. The show they were starring in now was a wonderful example of this. Jane Seymour was about to stand up for herself in the show, and she had even gotten comfortable with lashing out on stage at Catalina at this point. She was hidden behind her armor of sequins and make up though. But, the Jane Seymour the public saw on the stage was not the Jane Seymour that she was in real life.

In real life, the third queen was much quieter, and happy to be so. She went through life quietly and flew under the radar most days, and this was received in interviews she had been forced to do for the show. The others were quite happy to use their voice to express their opinions and views on the world as well as post quite often to social media while the third queen could almost always be seen listening, nodding along, or just watching the chaos that had been posted.

She was scared. She was scared of what the world would think of her if she had voiced her opinion because in her past life she wasn’t allowed to do so. In her past life, her fate could’ve been the same as Catherine of Aragon’s, or worse yet, Anne Boleyn’s. Now, she knew that in this life she wouldn’t be beheaded, but she had seen some of the fire other celebrities had faced because they vocalized their thoughts.

And so, even when cameras were off and there were no spotlights following her, she kept her head down when it came to vocalizing her opinions, and she often apologized for things she most certainly shouldn’t have been apologizing for.

On most of their off days, it wasn’t out of the ordinary for the girls to be spread out around the house or the town. Catalina, Jane, and Cathy were mostly around the house entertaining themselves in various ways. Anne and Anna were almost always out, claiming they needed to see the world and discover the chaos they could bring to the world without being beheaded.

“Just don’t get arrested,” Jane called earlier as they walked out the door. “Again.”

“You know I can’t promise that Janey,” Anne cackled.

“I’ll try to keep us out of that much trouble,” Anna called over her shoulder as she closed the front door.

Katherine was unpredictable. Some days, she preferred to go out and complete what the six had lovingly nicknamed “The Chaotic Three”. Other days, she preferred to stay in and read with Cathy or watch television with Catalina. The days that were most often seen, though not by much, were the days where Katherine chose to curl up next to the blonde while Jane either read, watched television with Catalina, or worked on her embroidery.

That day, Jane was working on yet another needlework quietly on the couch with Katherine, someone who she now referred to as her daughter, curled up against her.

“Mom?” Jane was very focused on this difficult work and was caught up in it, not responding. “Mom?” The pink haired queen tried again. Jane stayed silent again, this time her tongue poked out of the corner of her mouth slightly in concentration. “Mom?” Nothing.

“Jane Seymour, your daughter is trying to get your attention,” Catalina sighed from the other side of the couch and not looking away from the program on the television.

“Oh!” Jane snapped up. “Sorry Lina.”

“No need to apologize, just trying to help you out.”

She set the needlework on the side Katherine wasn’t occupying and turned her attention to the girl.

“I’m so sorry Kitty. I guess I just got a bit distracted with my embroidery. I’m sorry love. What’s up?”

“Mom, you don’t need to apologize.”

“I-” Jane was caught off guard. She didn’t need to apologize? “I’m sorry. What can I do for you sweet?”

“I just wanted to know what you were working on. You seemed really focused. It was kinda cool.”

“Oh, just another little something for you.”

“Wait really?” Katherine perked up. She loved the things Jane had added onto her clothing, often intricate patterns and flowers and other times small patches to cover the holes she had accidentally created. “Do I get to know what it is?”

“Nope!” Jane popped her ‘p’. “Sorry love.”

“Don’t apologize! I’m just excited to see it!”

There it was again. Don’t apologize. Surely, this was confusing. Why wasn’t she supposed to apologize for this? Surely, she was supposed to apologize for her wrongdoings, and keeping a secret from her beloved daughter was clearly wrongdoing. Nevertheless, she shrugged it off and continued on with her day.

The third queen was currently doing laundry, and wasn’t able to see where she was going when Anne, their local gremlin, had heelied into her and made her drop the basket.

“Oh sorry Anne! I didn’t realize you would be there!”

“Jane, why are you apologizing? I hit you!” The girl with space buns cackled and began to pick up the clothes on the floor.

“I was in your way?” Jane stated this more as a question.

“If anybody was in anybody’s way, it was Anne,” Parr noted without looking up from her book. “You shouldn’t be the one apologizing.”

“Sorry Janey!” Anne quickly threw the rest of the clothing into the basket and handed it back to the blonde.

“You know Jane, you don’t need to apologize for everything.”

“I know. I’m sorry.”

The found family was gathered around the dinner table on their night off when Jane and Anna had both gone to reach for the serving spoon at the same time.

“So sorry, so sorry. Go ahead Anna!” Jane pulled her hand back and allowed the fourth queen to serve herself first.

“That’s it!” The first queen half-shouted.

“What?” The third queen asked, rather confused.

“All you do is apologize. Why do you do that? Most of the things you apologize for aren’t even your fault!”

“I-I-I” Jane stammered. “I’m sorry.”

“You’re doing it again,” Cathy mumbled.

“I just-” Jane began. “I don't know. It’s just something I’ve always done? I’m sorry.”

“Mom, you don’t need to apologize for that. We all have little things about ourselves. We just know that whenever you say sorry, you genuinely mean it, and a lot of the things you apologize for, you shouldn’t feel guilty over!”

“Yeah!” Anne piped up. “Like, when something happens, if it’s something small and not your fault, don’t apologize! But like, if something is actually your fault, then it’s okay to apologize.” Jane sat there in wonder. Was that how it was supposed to work? She had always just apologized for everything. She figured the strange looks she had been given in the past were because people were upset with her actions and not because they were confused about why she was apologizing. Maybe she had been reading it all wrong.

“We’re not trying to gang up on you or anything. We just want you to know that it’s okay to not apologize for every little thing that might happen,” Catalina chided gently.

“I’m-” The rest of the queens groaned. “I mean, I’ll try to remember that.”

The next few days went by as usual. Things happened that Jane felt guilty over, but each time, the queen she was interacting with reminded her she wasn’t to apologize. The blonde was walking down the hallway to her room looking down at her phone when Anne whipped open her door and walked straight into the third queen, knocking her to the ground.

“Oh sorry Anne. Should’ve been looking where I was going I guess!” Jane stood up, slightly embarrassed.

“Jane, I walked into you.”

“But I should’ve been looking where I was going instead of looking at this darn phone.”

“Jane! I walked into you! There’s-”Anne stopped in her tracks, a stroke of genius hitting her. “Nevermind.” She ran off in search of the other queens.

“Okay. I’m sorry.”

That night after the show, Anne, along with the rest of the queens waltzed into Jane’s open bedroom.

“Oh hey loves! I’m sorry I’m not downstairs tonight. I’m just a bit tired is all.” She turned down the television volume and turned her attention to the five in her room.

“That’ll be 25 cents please.” Cathy held her hand out expectantly.

“I don’t have 25 cents on me right now Cath. I’m sorry.”

“That’ll be another 25 cents.” Kitty also held her hand out expectantly.

“Kitty honey, if I don't have one quarter, what makes you think I’d have two quarters?”

“Mom, it’s our new system! Every time you apologize for something that you shouldn’t be saying you’re sorry for, you have to put a quarter in...”

“This!” Anne held out a large mason jar painted blue, white and silver, with Catalina’s handwriting saying “Jane’s Sorry Jar”. “We all made it for you! See! It was my idea!”

“Yeah! If you fill it up quick enough, we may even get to go on vacation!” Anna joked. Both Catalina and Cathy smacked her playfully.

“Well, hopefully she learns quickly and doesn’t fill it up fast enough for that,” Kitty laughed. “Although...”

“It’s beautiful! I can see where all of you contributed! Anna, beautiful paint job! Kitty, I love the glitter! Cathy and Anne, nice splatter paint! It really looks like stars! And Catalina, your handwriting looks beautiful!” Jane grinned. “I’m sorry you went through all of this trouble for me though!”

“That’ll be another 25 cents!” Anne giggled. “Maybe Anna was right. She might just fill it quick enough for a vacation! That’s already 75 cents she owes!”

“I’m sorry, but I don't have quarters!”

“Well, do you have a dollar? Because you just apologized again,” Anna pointed out. The other queens looked at her. “What? I’m good with money.” She smirked.

“That- that wasn’t the point. But yes, I do have a dollar.” Jane pulled out a one dollar bill from her pocket and placed it into the jar.

In the beginning of this new system, Jane found herself putting many quarters in the jar a day. Whether it was bumping into someone, or misstepping during a show, or even something as silly as drinking the last of the bottled waters in the house. As time went on though, the blonde found herself using the jar less and less. Yes, she still slipped up on occasion, but it wasn’t a bad thing. Apologizing for something she truly felt guilty over happened often, but she found herself apologizing less and less for things that weren’t her fault. The queens were happy to help the third queen even in such a small way. And Jane?

Jane had almost single handedly paid for a week's vacation with her many, many quarters placed in “Jane’s Sorry Jar” happily.

#six the musical #six musical #six fanfiction #six the musical fanfic #six the musical fanfiction #six fanfic #six musical fanfic #jane seymour #catherine of aragon #catherine aragon #anne boleyn #anna of cleves #anna cleves #katherine howard #kat howard #catherine parr #cathy parr

115 notes · View notes

littlespoonevan · 5 years ago

Note

Love your fics! If you’re still taking prompts, what about one where Ian loses his ring and he frantically searches for it before Mickey finds out 🤓

thank you!! okay i’ve had a headache legit all night so this may not be up to my usual standard but hopefully it’s still a nice read!! :’)

(gentle reminder i’m not accepting prompts right now while i finish the ones in my inbox work on my longfic!

Contrary to popular belief, the only time Ian ever takes off his wedding and engagement rings iswhen he’s afraid they’ll get ruined. Like when he’s washing the dishes orcleaning the bathroom or whatever. His rings symbolise his commitment to Mickeyand nothing on the planet is more important to him than his commitment toMickey so he takes care of his rings. And sometimes that means taking them offto keep them safe.

Well, the goal isto keep them safe.

Ian had been on dish-washing duty tonight and it hadbeen a particularly messy affair with them cooking lasagne for seven peopleplus Franny and Freddie’s food. Looking at the cheesy, sauce-y mess that wasthe sink and surrounding area he’d slipped off his rings, carefully placed themon the windowsill behind the sink and gotten to work.

And really, it’s Mickey’s fault he hadn’t put themback on.

Ian had just been finishing up with the last platewhen he’d felt arms slide around his waist.

Glancing over his shoulder, Ian had grinned at thesight of Mickey’s wry smile and raised eyebrows. “You done yet, firecrotch?Your family are significantly more unbearable without you there to distract me.”

“Sure, that’s why you’re in here,” Ian had scoffed,looking pointedly at Mickey’s hands drifting lower towards his belt buckle.

Squeezing his hips, Mickey had forced him to turnaround and, well, Ian had gotten a little distracted with kissing his husbandthen, his hands otherwise occupied.

It’s only as they’re getting ready for bed later thatnight that he realises his hand is bare. Eyes widening in panic, he looks toMickey but Mickey’s not paying any attention to him, too busy picking up therandom pieces of clothing littering the floor to throw into their laundry pile.

“I’m just gonna get a glass of water,” Ian tells him,slipping out of the room as casually as he possibly can before he races downthe back staircase to the kitchen. He makes a beeline for the sink immediatelyand very nearly has a stroke when he realises the window sill is empty.

Fuckingfuck. Where the fuck are his rings?

Trying not to freak out, he searches all around thesink area, for once cursing the fact that he made sure the counter was spotlessearlier. It just makes it even more obvious that his rings aren’t there.

Okay, it’s fine. It’s fine. Someone probably just moved them.

Ian spots Carl still sprawled out in the living roomwatching TV so he corners him first.

“Hey, did you move my rings?”

Carl pauses the TV, looking up at him in confusion. “Shouldn’tyour rings be on your finger?”

Ian huffs, rolling his eyes. “I took them off when Iwas doing the dishes,” he explains impatiently. “Did you move ‘em?”

“Nah, sorry, man,” Carl says and he looks too sincereto be lying. “Ask Debbie. She was cleaning up around the kitchen before shewent to bed.”

Ian nods his thanks before hurrying back upstairs andknocking quietly on Debbie’s door. He waits for her call of, “Come in,” beforehe opens her door and steps inside. “Did you move my rings when you were in thekitchen?” he asks hopefully.

Debbie looks up from where she’s tucking a blanketaround Franny, a frown on her face. “Your wedding ring? No, sorry.”

Ian’s mouth twists into a tight line and he closeshis eyes. He’s so fucked. “Did you see ‘em at all?”

Debbie shrugs. “Not since they were on your finger.Maybe Liam knows.”

Ian sighs and trudges down the hall, silently gratefulMickey is in the bathroom as he makes his way to Liam’s room.

“Did you move my wedding rings?” Ian asks himsomewhat desperately.

Liam glances up from the books he’s reading and atleast has the decency to look concerned. “No, I haven’t seen them.”

And that’s it. Ian is officially about to have aheart attack. Shit, Mickey is gonna kill him.

“Mickey’s gonna kill you,” Liam says and Ian groans,collapsing against the wall.

“I know,” he says, forcing himself to take asteadying breath. Where the fuck could they have gone?

“Why don’t you call Lip?” Liam suggests. “Maybe he orTami saw them before they left?”

Ian nods miserably. “Thanks, buddy.”

After an unsuccessful phone call with Lip Ian findshimself back in the kitchen, scanning the counters again just in case. It’s ashe’s on his third sweep of the place that a horrific thought crosses his mind.He stares at the sink and feels dread rise up in his chest.

No.

No, no, no, no, no.

There’s no way they fell down the sink.

They couldn’t have.

Jesus Christ, Mickey’s gonna ask for a divorce if they went down the sink.

Before he can think better of it, Ian grabs thetoolbox from the shelf above the washer and opens the cabinet doors under thesink. If he’s lucky, they’re just stuck in the u-bend. He’s in the middle ofattempting – pretty unsuccessfully – to unscrew the pipe when he hears, “Ian,what the fuck are you doing?”

Mickey’s voice takes him by surprise and in his hurryto sit up he ends up whacking his forehead off the pipe. “Fuck!” he exclaims,dropping back down and putting a hand to his head.

��Jesus Christ,” he hears Mickey mutter before stronghands are helping ease him out from under the sink.

Once he’s sitting up, Ian leans back against thecabinet door and screws his eyes shut.

“Why the fuck you tryna be a handyman at 11pm?”Mickey asks, squeezing his shoulders.

Ian opens his eyes, smiling weakly when he meetsMickey’s worried gaze. “Sink’s clogged.”

“And that can’t wait ‘til the morning because…?”

Fuck. Ian drops his gaze, knowing lying is just gonnamake this whole situation worse. “Okay,” he says, taking a steadying breath. “Pleasedon’t be mad and remember that I love you.”

“Two things every guy wants to hear,” Mickey snortsbut his thumb is still grazing over Ian’s collarbone reassuringly.

Closing his eyes and bracing himself for what’s sureto be a night spent on the couch, he says, “I think my rings went down thesink.”

He waits for the onslaught, for the tirade, but itdoesn’t come. After a few seconds too long of silence he looks at Mickey andsees a slight furrow between his brows but none of the fury he expected.

“Your rings are upstairs on the nightstand,” Mickeysays.

Ian blinks. “What? No they’re not.”

“Yeah, they are,” Mickey says slowly. “I saw ‘em onthe window sill earlier so I brought them upstairs to keep them safe.”

Ian stares at him, dumbfounded. “Are you serious?”

Mickey huffs a laugh and stands up, taking hold ofboth of Ian’s hands to haul him up. “Can you stand with that giant bump on yourhead, dumbass?”

“You seriously brought them upstairs?” Ian asks disbelievinglyas Mickey leads him back upstairs.

Mickey doesn’t say anything until they get to theirroom, coming to a stop by their bed and letting go of Ian’s hands to point atthe nightstand where, sure enough, both his rings sit neatly next to the lamp.

“I-“

“You’re an idiot,” Mickey says amusedly, shaking hishead as he picks up the rings. Turning to Ian, he takes hold of his left handand carefully slides the rings back onto his finger.

Ian swallows hard, folding his fingers through Mickey’sand leaning their foreheads together. “I really wasn’t bein’ careless, y’know?I was tryna be the opposite actually.”

Mickey breathes a laugh, free hand skimmingcomfortingly over Ian’s arm. “I know you only take your rings off so nothinghappens to them. Why didn’t you just ask me?”

Ian sighs, feeling his cheeks heat up inembarrassment. “I asked everyone else,” he admits but he knows that’s notreally an answer. “I don’t know, guess I figured you’d be pissed if you thoughtI lost my rings.”

Mickey leans back to meet his gaze and his expressionis mildly sheepish. “Look, I know I was a little uptight about the rings in thebeginning but Ian, you’re my husband. Have been for months. And I don’t need tosee a ring on your finger to know that.”

Ian gets that. He knows there had been a lot more uncertaintybetween them back then and it’s not really comparable to them now, six monthsmarried, building a life together and actually communicating likefully-functioning adults.

“It’s still important though,” Ian says, handtightening around Mickey’s. “I didn’t want you to think I lost it because I didn’tcare or I was being an idiot.”

Mickey nods, grips the back of his neck reassuringlyand lifts his mouth in a half-smirk. “You were kinda being an idiot though.”

“Yeah alright, asshole,” Ian huffs, rolling his eyesexasperatedly when Mickey laughs and wraps his arms more firmly around him.

“Can we go to fuckin’ bed now or you got any otherDIY projects you need to do?”

Winding his arms around Mickey’s waist, Ian nods,kissing him soundly on the mouth. “Let’s go to bed.”

He’ll figure out a way to surgically attach his ringsto his finger tomorrow.

#gallavich #ian x mickey #ian gallagher #mickey milkovich #shameless #my fics #Anon #asks

195 notes · View notes

365days365movies · 4 years ago

Text

February 27, 2021: Love Actually (2003) (Part 1)

We gotta start this Recap.

Just trust me here, this one’s gonna be a lot. Why? Because this is Love Actually.

And I really want to talk about it, I REALLY do, but...this is not only a long movie, but an anthology, so it’s gonna be...complicated. But, I will say one thing. If you’ve been reading this since January, then you’ll know that this blog was inspired by the book Shit, Actually by Lindy West, a collection of hilarious movie essays that I love. And, yeah, this film is its namesake. So, although I want to go more into it, we gotta get started. Sorry for the rush, but...TRUST ME.

SPOILERS AHEAD!!!

Recap (1/2)

An airport! We see families and other loved ones reunited at Heathrow, as narration begins, telling us that love is everywhere. After name-dropping 9/11...TWO YEARS after it had happened (too soon, David), he states that “love actually is all around.”

Got it. So, as the 2003 film All Around begins, singer Billy Mack (Bill Nighy) is trying to sing a Christmas-themed version of “Love Is All Around,” which is pretty goddamn bad. His recording manager Joe (Gregor Fisher) agrees. Jamie (Colin Firth) tells his sick girlfriend (Sienna Guillory) that he loves her, and he takes off for something that he can’t attend.

Daniel (Liam Neeson), a fresh widower, calls his friend Karen (Emma Thompson) a mom bidding her daughter a good day as she heads to school. Jack (Martin Freeman) and Judy (Joanna Page) are...air humping on a set? I need to know more. Peter (Chiwetel Ejiofor) and Juliet (Kiera Knightley) are getting married in a church, with their friend Mark (Andrew Lincoln) as the best man. And FINALLY, David (Hugh Grant) has just been elected as the new Prime Minister, where he meets Natalie (Martine McCutcheon), a member of the household staff.

...Well, that is a lot. Goddamn. So, this is an anthology movie, huh? I’ll try to cover this as smoothly as I can.

Peter and Juliet say their vows, and as they walk out, they are surprised by a rendition of the Beatles’ “All You Need Is Love”, organized by Mark. At the wedding is Jamie, whose brother is at his apartment when he returns home early. He’s there to fuck his girlfriend. Oh. Shit. Well, sorry, Jamie.

Also at the wedding is Colin (Kris Marshall), a waiter and messenger who’s been trying to woo British women, but is constantly failing. When talking to his friend Tony (Abdul Sallis), he insists that he’s going to the USA, where the women will appreciate his accent. Tony tells him to simply accept that he’s a “lonely, ugly asshole”. Colin, in response, calls himself a God of sex on the wrong continent. A pair, these two.

Tony is a production assistant, working on the film that Jack and Judy are in. They’re apparently professional stand-ins, actors who substitute actors in film set-up, in order to figure out lighting and cinematography. Neat! Well, normally. Here, they’re standing in for a sex scene, and they ask Judy to go topless, to see how best to frame the shot. And it gets...increasingly awkward. And it’s pretty goddamn funny.

Meanwhile, a funeral. Oof, tone whiplash right there. It’s a funeral for Daniel’s wife Joanna, and she leaves behind him and her son, Sam (Thomas Sangster AKA fuckin’ Joffrey, but I won’t hold that against him). Back at the wedding, Mark stares on longingly at the dancing Peter and Juliet. A woman asks if he’s in love with Mark, and he replies no.

At an office building, another guest at the wedding, Sarah (Laura Linney), is a worker at a graphic design company run by Harry (...awww, Alan Rickman). His secretary Mia (Heike Makatsch) brings her in to Harry’s office, where he tells her that he and everyone else in the office knows that she’s in love with fellow worker Karl (Rodrigo Santoro), and that he should get it over with an ask him out. He walks by her, and she doesn’t say anything, while also recieving a call...from someone she refers to as “babe”. Well, I feel a little infidelity coming on.

On Mia’s radio, Billy Mack’s shitty Christmas song is playing, and a radio host agrees as Bill’s brought on for an interview. Bill shares the sentiment in what must be the most depressing radio interview I’ve ever heard. In that interview with Mikey (Marcus Brigstocke), he basically completely sabotages his own record, and probably his entire career. This interview is followed with news about the Prime Minister.

David, new PM, has been bonding more with Natalie, and the two definitely appear to like each other. He also comes up in conversation between Judy and Jack, as their stand-in sex scene has progressed to basically just straight-up sex, which feels...I feel like this doesn’t fucking happen with stand-ins in movies...right? Like, come on, that’s a LOT of breached privacy, and I feel like it’s not that realistic. Anyway, the two use the opportunity to make small talk, and Jack tells Judy that he appreciates having someone to talk to. She agrees, and it’s cute in an extremely awkward way!

Production assistant Tony is heading home, and is getting a ride from Colin, who announces that he’s bought a ticket for a trip to the beautiful land of Wisconsin, where he will certainly meet some hot, hot babes. Tony does not agree.

Back at Harry’s office, he and Mia plan the company Christmas party. Mia unsubtly notes that she kinda has the hots for him, and he’s not saying no. Meanwhile, Daniel and Karen are talking about the fact that his stepson Sam seems to be having a lot of trouble, understandably, and Daniel’s not doing much better.

Karen does her best to help him through it, and Daniel does his best to help the troubled Samuel. But he can’t coax much out of Samuel to figure out what’s wrong. Samuel finally opens up, but tells Daniel that he’s in love. Daniel’s surprised, but he insists that he’s in love, with a young woman named Sansa Stark, but he must find a way to ensure her loyalty, if ONLY HER NOBLE FATHER WASN’T IN THE...right, sorry, Game of Thrones.

OK, anyway, Sam’s in love, and in complete agony about it. Daniel tries to coach Sam through his feelings, and is genuinely being a supportive-as-hell stepdad. Also in love and in agony is Sarah, staring at Karl from afar one night as the office closes down. And then, also in agony is Jamie, fresh off of his breakup with his cheating girlfriend. He’s in a GORGEOUS AS FUCK house in the French countryside, and sits down to write.

Back in London, David tries to get to know Natalie a bit better, and they...I mean, they’re 100% gonna get together by the end. We’re just working through the romantic folderol right now. Natalie leaves, and David asks a portrait of Margaret Thatcher is she had that problem, calling her a, uh...a “saucy minx.” Well, OK.

Billy Mack is on a television show, continuing his press tour and reminding us once again that he used to be addicted to heroin. Joe is not happy. Mark, an artist, calls Peter, and is put on the line with Juliet. Peter asks him to “be nice,” but when he they talk to each other, he’s rather short when she asks for some of his footage from the wedding.

Back at Harry’s, Mia is laying it on fuckin’ THIIIIIICK, Jesus, while Sarah ends up pining once more for Karl. At his college in the French countryside, a new housekeeper, Aurélia ( Lúcia Moniz), has been hired to take care of his place. However, there’s a serious language barrier between the two, as she’s Portuguese, and he’s too talkative, goddamn. It’s awkward. It’s a little awkward.

David’s got a meeting with the President of the United States (Billy Bob Thornton), who IMMEDIATELY notes Natalie’s attractiveness. Political tensions are also rough between the two and their administrations. The two have a private meeting later, and David leaves the room for a moment. However, when he goes back in, he sees Natalie kissing the President! Whaaaaaaaat? That’s a...fucking terrible idea, Mr. President, what the FUCK? HAVE YOU HEARD OF BILL CLINTON

The next day, at a press conference, David gives into his rage about the affair, and he acts more assertive towards the President, noting that he won’t bow to the President’s bullying. Wow. International crisis time because of a fuckin’ girl! Who’s the saucy minx, now, Thatcher? WHO’S THE SAUCY MINX NOW

Right afterwards, he gets a call from his sister: Karen. Huh. She notes her frustrations with his actions, but he’s too busy and hangs up. She states her frustrations to her husband: Harry. DOUBLE HUH. After everything, though, David retires for the night. The radio station plays a song for him, and David responds by dancing around 10 Downing Street. And it’s hilarious. And I love it?

At Jamie’s cottage, he and Aurélia start to bond regardless of their language barrier, and their conversations seem to gel with each other, despite them not understanding that themselves. It’s actually...kind of cute. I dunno, I kind of like it. I think it’s sweet. Overly saccharine, yeah, but sweet as the two fall in love. Yeah, I’m a fuckin’ sap, what can I say?

Juliet visits Mark, who’s once again acting fairly cold towards her. She confronts him about it, and notes that she wants to genuinely become friends with him. Mark seems to agree with this, but still notes that he has no video of the wedding. And yet, she finds it, only to discover that Mark doesn’t hate her. Actually, he likes her. Actually...he loves her. And, uh...fuck, yeah, he LOOOOOOOOVES her. And she figures that out once she realizes that the video of the wedding doesn’t feature Peter in it AT ALL.

Y’know, I’m really worried that this is becoming an infidelity situation, but I have to admit...Mark’s a good man, and a great friend to Peter. He knows that he loves Juliet, but he keeps his distance for the sake of his friend. And that is...actually amazingly honorable. Damn. You’re a good man, Mark.

At 10 Downing Street, David asks his assistant Annie (Nina Sosanya) to put Natalie in another position, as her presence is distracting him. And that is...responsible. That’s pretty damn responsible. OK, I can dig it. She’s soon replaced, and you can see that David is saddened by that.

His sister’s best friend's stepson, Sam, has just gotten bad news. His crush, Joanna (oh, yeah, his crush has the same name as his deceased mother, forgot to mention THAT little tidbit), is going back to the USA. After discovering that she’s American, Daniel decides to cheer him up by watching Titanic together. AND AGAIN. This relationship is adorable, and I love Daniel’s hardcore good dad energy.

Jamie and Aurélia need to bid each other goodbye, as Jamie is headed back to England. However, as they part, Aurélia kisses him goodbye, which seems to break him a little. Meanwhile, Billy Mack has shot a video for his terrible song, which inspires Sam to perform in a school concert to get Joanna to fall in lover with him and get her to stay. But he doesn’t play an instrument, and chooses to learn the drums, to Daniel’s dismay.

At Harry’s company Christmas party, Mia is hitting HARDCORE on Harry, which Karen notices. She’s speaking to Sarah, and encourages her to dance with Karl, while to two stand in front of Mark’s photographs, and...

TOO MUCH. IT’S TOO GODDAMN MUCH

I...I gotta take a break, and we’re at the halfway point anyway. See you in Part 2.

11 notes · View notes