#my mutuals name is sammy

[cvnt4him]

Adding the sound "ee”, at the end of people's names and calling it a nickname >>>

[samdeancrimespree]

what if dean started calling sam baby before he was even born, and just never shook the habit. when sam is first learning words, he responds to ���sammy” and “baby” equally. when sam is starting school, after john starts to be openly disapproving, dean stops using it so much. it stays in the house, between them, just like it was before. once sam starts middle school, he realizes it weird and gets so embarrassed by it that dean drops the name altogether. which doesn’t stop him from thinking baby every time he sees sam. maybe it’s the sort of thing most brothers would tease each other with, but for him it feels sacred. dean finds the loophole of “baby brother,” which will still get him an eyeroll in most cases, but sometimes sam lets it slide. there are only a couple times that dean calls him baby (not that sam’s keeping track..), when sam gets injured and dean is panicking, not thinking about it. sam’s whole body goes warm, melted by those two syllables that dean saves just for him, before the shame hits him like a wave. one day, jess calls sam baby, and he looks confused, then pleased, then mildly horrified. she doesn’t call him baby after that. adds it to the list of things sam is weird about that she can’t ask about yet. it’s only after sam leaves with his brother, that she recognizes the expression he had when she walked into the room with the two of them. the same one from years ago, caught in the same overwhelming storm of emotion, but somehow reassured by it.

[lastnightonthecyclone]

Another fucking wip on fnaf because inconsistency is my skill

[targaryenluvs]

LITTLE OLD ME? / SAM WINCHESTER

PAIRINGS: Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

SUMMARY: With the prospect of leaving you to find his father, Sam finds himself running out of time to tell you just how much you mean to him. But do you feel the same? And who’ll confess first?

WORDCOUNT: 2.6K Words

WARNINGS: Pining, jealousy, clueless Sam, teasing, confessions, angst, fluff, kisses, dual pov, arguments, THESE KIDS ARE CLUELESS!!! Lazy writing from me so I used the script

A/N: Set in season one! He’s too cute, he’s so cute I might just faint 😫 I’ll have some dark Sam soon don’t worry I always balance the scales 😋 Me… writing fluff?? unheard of! No Jess slander here too she’s your friend :P italics = flashbacks/thoughts/exaggerations HAHAH I ACCIDENTALLY ADDED MY NAME IN IM GOING TO KMS I’ve changed it now 🤣

AO3 Link

Gif not mine, credits to the owner!

Sam had first met you at a party.

A friend of his had dragged him along, claiming that the College experience was not just about studying. Sam didn’t want to be there, but he also didn’t want to disappoint him.

He ended up letting his friend disperse, interacting with the people he knew. Sam knew no one at this party, it consisted of another schools students and a few familiar faces. He nodded at a few but found himself standing in a corner and trying to choose which assignment he was going to finish off when he got to his place.

Which is when he saw you, with one of the biggest smiles on your faces. And Sam couldn’t help but smile along with you. It didn’t matter that he didn’t know what on Earth was so funny, he wanted to smile because you were. It seemed like everyone circled you.

Your friend had noticed him staring your way about a minute ago, but didn’t want to be wrong. So she kept moving you around and dragging you to new people. Lo and behold, his eyes followed. Based on her check, he seemed sweet. He didn’t stare at your ass or your chest, just your face. He laughed and smiled when you did.

He seemed to admiring, and she liked it. Sam’s friend, Mason, returned to the room with a girl on his arm. She watched as Sam side hugged him once he returned.

Mutual friend? Check!

“If you drag me anywhere else my arm is going to fall off Jess!” The party seemingly faded away as you made eye contact with him, god was he cute. His gorgeous brown eyes and hair were more than enough to render you tongue-tied. Sam looked like a deer in headlights as he stared at you, why were you in front of him?

Had he been staring too long?

“Mace! There you are.” The two of them exchanged pleasantries, “Oh, this is my friend Y/n. Mason, Y/n.” Mason reached his hand out to you as you smiled at him. Sam found himself holding his breath, your smile is even bigger now.

He wanted you to smile his way, “This here is Sam! Sam, Y/n.” Jess and Mason shared the same idea as the three others watched as you smiled, “It’s nice to meet you Sam, you can just call me Y/n/n.” He snapped out of his daze and shook your hand, hoping it wasn’t sweaty.

“Sam, I’m Sam. You know that, Mason told you. But uh, you can call me Sammy.” Masons eyebrows furrowed at the notion, he never called him Sammy. The girl on his arm tugged, “Let’s let these two get, acquainted.”

And that you did.

For the rest of the night, you may not have had as much to drink as the others, but you had one of the best nights of your life. You started off in the corner of the room, slowly getting to know eachother. The night led you outside, thumping music and shouts drowned out by the others presence.

Then somehow you ended up heading out for Ice Cream and then at the park. Sitting on swings and laughing at his awful jokes, you’d never felt more care-free. The night was full, and you were thankful.

He shone, if that made sense. Sam was a shot of espresso, and you were an addict. As cheesy as it sounds, you found him to bring color into your life. Your life wasn’t dreary and depressing, but it was boring. You found yourself going from class to your bed, the library, or working.

You had friends, yes, but not too many you could actually rely on if need be. That you trusted. And within one night, you found yourself pushing Sam to the top of that list.

Sam liked you from the get go, how could he not? With your infectious laughter and smile, kind eyes and understanding self. And you listened, with your whole body. You digested everything you heard and were full of empathy. He needed someone like you.

You’d been best friends since then, your first year of college. Best friends and undeniably in love with eachother. Not that the two of you ever noticed. It infuriated Jess and Mason to no end. The two of them saw it, every time you all hung out. The way Sam clung onto everything you said, as if it was Gospel.

The way your eyes practically glistened when he spoke or smiled. You looked up to eachother with so much emotion it hurt the soul. And the second the other was approached? All bets were off.

No man or woman in their mind continued to pursue you once they caught a glimpse of the huge, 6’5 giant behind you. Sometimes they’d keep going, but then he’d come up behind you with some stupid excuse to get you to go back to the table. And that person was left face to face with Sam and his unsettling smile, “You waiting for something?” A quick shake of the head and they were gone.

But it didn’t matter, whether or not you got together or not. You had eachothers backs at the end of the day, no matter what was going on. Even if you were fighting.

The night Sam’s life changed, you were drunk.

The two of you had an argument earlier on.

You ran your fingers through your hair as Sam followed you through the hallway of the apartment building, “Stop walking away from me!” You stopped in your tracks and turned to him, “Stop telling me what to do!”

“I’m not telling you what to do, I’m trying to keep you safe Y/n/n.” His voice was softer now, and it pissed you off. How on Earth were you supposed to be angry with him when he looked like that. And then the eyes? Ugh!

“It seems like you’re always babying me Sam! I can go out with who I want to.” He sighed, taking a step closer he held onto your hands, “I’m not babying you, again, I just want to keep you safe.” You pursed your lips before crossing your arms, “What’s wrong with Ben?”

He’s a vampire.

“Y/n, please.” He was pleading, but you didn’t care.

“No! I never get a clear answer from you. Why don’t you want me to go out with him?” Your voice quivered as you waited for his response. You noticed his jaw clench, you could tell he was keeping his answer under wraps.

Is it because you like me?

“I- I-,” The words wouldn’t form in his mouth and he couldn’t find a decent answer.

“Good one Sam. I’m leaving.”

He watched as you entered the elevator, guilty eyes unwilling to meet his. He sighed as his head hung low, hands stuffed into his pockets.

Sam had been invited to go out that night, he turned it down. Jess had let him know which club the two of you had gone to, and kept him updated on whereabouts. If you needed a ride and he was out, it would take him about thirty minutes to get to you from his party.

A lot can happen in thirty minutes.

His phone ringing drew him out of the light sleep that he’d fallen under, “Hello?” The sleep in his voice was evident to Jess, “Hey Sam. It’s Y/n time.” He scoffed at the term whilst chucking on a jacket and grabbing his keys, “I’ll be there in 10.”

You hadn’t wanted to see Sam, which was what you’d told Jess, repeatedly. Even if it was most definitely not true. Sam and Jess had successfully stuffed your unconscious self into your car, you’d had Jess pick you up after the argument.

He’d been carrying you to his bed when you’d stirred, “I’m sorry. F-for fighting with you. Ben’s a bitch.” Sam laughed at your crude language as he laid you down on the your side of the bed. You’d claimed it the second he’d invited you over to his new place. “Glad to hear it Y/n/‘.” Sam settled on his knees, removing your heels.

“Sweetheart?” Hair fell in front of your face as you turned to face him, “Mhm?” He moved it behind your ear, “You okay if I change you?” A half-assed thumbs up and a lopsided smile was all you could muster. He knew you wouldn’t mind anyways. You’d told him on multiple occasions that you’d murder him if he let you sleep in your makeup too.

“Could you ever be friends with me if I always had run down make up slobbered over me all the time?” You both sat in front of the TV, chowing down on pizza. “I thought that was your usual look?” The pillow you threw his way had begun a pillow war.

He removed your dress before picking out a shirt of yours and boxers. Since it was your favourite combo. Sam smiled at the notion of you practically swamped by his clothes. Using the makeup wipes you had stashed in the bathroom, he gently cleaned your face before settling in for the night. You quickly turned over to bury into the side of your personal furnace.

Sam’s eyes shot open at the sound, it was darker than before, later in the night. You being settled into his side checked off the possibility of you rattling around in the kitchen for a midnight snack. Quickly checking it out he was met with his brother Dean after a tussle.

“Whoa, easy, tiger.” Sam glared at Dean whilst trying to catch his breath, “Dean?” He laughed at Sam, “You scared the crap outta me!” Dean grinned, “That's 'cause you're out of practice.”

Whether he was offended or annoyed, Sam took the opportunity. He grabbed Dean’s hand and managed to turn him and they ended up on the floor.

Dean groaned, “Or not.” Dean tapped him twice where Sam was holding him. “Get off of me.” A small smile came across the youngest Winchester’s face as he rolled to his feet and pulled Dean up.

“What the hell are you doing here?”

Brushing himself off he straightened up, “Well, I was looking for a beer.”

Dean placed his hands on Sam’s shoulders, shaking once, and letting go. Sam was understandably confused, “What the hell are you doing here?” The elder of the two relented, “Okay. All right. We gotta talk.”

“Uh, the phone?” Sam crossed his arms as Dean rolled his eyes, “If I'd'a called, would you have picked up?”

Fair point.

The murmurs and bumps were more than enough to wake you up. You made your way to the source before turning the light on. Cursing whatever Sam chose for you to wear, it was cold.

“Sammy?” Your voice was like honey to the two of them, Dean couldn’t help but look at you appreciatively whilst clocking onto the fact that you called him Sammy. The boxers, the bare legs and the cute tired look on your face.

Sam and Dean turned their heads in unison to the sweet voice, “Y/n/n. Hey. Dean, this is my gir— friend. Uh, best friend. Y/n.” Sam cringed internally at his words.

Your face was painted in confusion as your brain finally processed his words, “Wait, your brother Dean?”

You smiled as Sam nodded, you’d always wanted to meet him. Dean grinned at you and moved closer.

“Oh, I love the Smurfs. You know, I gotta tell you. You are completely out of my brother's league.” You stuttered at the prospect of being Sam’s girlfriend. But you weren’t in the mood to deny it unless he did.

“I—, we aren’t— ,” By a glimpse you could see Sam’s eyes staring straight into Dean’s head, “Alright, why don’t you back up a little Dean?” Sam spoke as Dean laughed, “Just let me put something on.” As you turned to go a voice stops you.

“No, no, no, I wouldn't dream of it. Seriously. Anyway, I gotta borrow your boyfriend here, talk about some private family business. But, uh, nice meeting you.” You smiled at him, “Nice to meet you too Dean.”

“No.” Sam goes over to Y/n and put his arm around her, “No, whatever you want to say, you can say it in front of her. She’s my best friend.” That’s how you two were, touch was never weird for you two. It’s why you were always mistaken for a couple.

Dean sighs, “Okay.” He turns to look at them both straight on, “Um, Dad hasn’t been home in a few days.” Sam nodded along, “So he's working overtime on a Miller Time shift. He'll stumble back in sooner or later.”

Dean ducked his head and looked back up at the couple in front of him.

“Dad’s on a hunting trip, and he hasn’t been home in a few days.”

Sam expression didn’t change as he nods along. Y/n glanced up at him with a frown, “You never told me your Dad still hunts.” Sam’s lips pressed into a tight smile, “Y/n/n, excuse us. We have to go outside.” You nodded at him, “Can I borrow you, really quickly?”

Dean nodded as Sam smiled, “Of course.” Sitting down on the bed as Sam sat next to you, “If your dad’s missing then are you going to go look for him?” He didn’t know yet, he didn’t even know the whole story yet. “It depends I guess. Where he last was and what Dean tells me.”

“But what about Monday?” Sam couldn’t help but smile, of course you were worried about things that weren’t yours. “I’ll be back in time, I swear Y/n/n.”

He glanced over at you, your hands were in your lap as you smiled, “I know you haven’t told me what your dad hunts. But, I’ve seen your old diary.” His eyes immediately widened, “Y/n—,”

“I believe it, don’t worry. How can I not? I’ve watched my fair share of horror films and Buffy. Plus, my mum always used to tell me to keep an open mind to everything.” Sam had to take a second to grasp everything that had tumbled out from between your lips, “Wait— you knew?”

Your giggles were prominent, until it blew out into a laugh attack, “You should see your face! Of course I knew!” His eyebrows twisted as he pinched the bridge of his nose, “I don’t— what?” You grabbed his hands and clutched onto to them, “Baby, come on. All the random facts you always have, that one time you kept talking about the inaccuracies about Vampires. And then today,”

Sam’s face looked as if it had been drained or color, “If this is about—,”

“You sent an article that morning about Vampires and how they should actually be beheaded. And then a random story about them getting close to people abnormally quick. Which is exactly what happened with Ben. I got mad at you because I couldn’t figure out why you wouldn’t just tell me.”

Sam sighed, “Well you can’t blame me for being cautious. And most people don’t handle the whole, ‘Ghosts are real’ bit that easily.”

“Well I’m not most people Sammy.”

“No, no you’re not. You’re better, you always have been Y/n.” The air in the room had apparently been drained, since you couldn’t breathe. Not with those gorgeous eyes staring down at you.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah.”

“If you’re not about to kiss me I give this interaction a minus 0 out of 10.” Sam scoffed, “So you’re rating me now?” You jokingly nodded as his hand was placed on your cheek before kissing you.

And God was it worth the wait.

As you pulled away you couldn’t believe you finally had him.

“100/10.”

“What an honour.”

You couldn’t help yourself as you kissed the tip of his nose, “Anything for something as cute as you.”

“Who, little old me?”

[jadeyarts]

Separate from that other anon I for one would personally love to hear your Peri and Harbinger/Foxglove headcanons

OMG YAYYYYY. I HAVE QUITE A FEW ♥ (for my own convenience i'm referring to them by their og series names for reasons)

the events of timmy's secret wish are what first planted the seeds of genuine, fully positive feelings and fondness for poof in foop's mind and heart... maybe even a puppy love crush. he seriously thought "well, dying in poof's arms wouldn't be so bad" and hoped that wouldn't awaken something in him. it did.

in a lot of episodes they often have differently colored eyes - foop has a darker shade of purple. i think poof's noticed, and i think he even likes the look of those darker eyes.

given how foop would cry out for poof to protect or save him, i think that poof grows to be incredibly protective of foop… poof will square up for his square!!!

hes the one telling cashiers that foop asked for no pickles, imho ♥

at some point poof stopped intervening in foop's nefarious schemes so i've kind of interpreted poof as just... not caring anymore. he can't stay mad at foop for long, and he finds himself not even bothered by whatever damages he ends up causing anyways. i think he might even find his antics amusing.

after the events of certifiable super sitter, foop actually feels comfortable with admitting that poof is his best friend-

it'd take a few more years to admit it to poof's face, though, it's too embarrassing for him! he'll gush to chloe constantly, though - she knows he's in love with poof before either of them does.

foop's first boyfriend was actually their mutual friend sammy sweetsparkle in high school, while poof had kind of an on-and-off puppy love situationship with goldie... until he kind of flipped out on her about constantly getting foop's name wrong in the middle of a jealousy induced break-down. foop was actually thrilled to hear that poof let his dark side show over wanting to be with him.

sammy and foop ironically broke up on good terms because sammy's best attempt at understanding the fairy/antifairy situation is that they must be soulmates and he didn't want to stand in the way of true love. he's their second biggest supporter.

technically poof confessed first but his confession was literally just screaming IF I DONT SPEND THE REST OF MY LIFE WITH YOU I AM LITERALLY GOING TO BLOW SOMETHING UP!!!! at foop, which was a love confession that would only appeal to foop.

chloe TRIED to plan the "perfect" first date for them but it was horribly awkward and not to their tastes. so instead their first REAL date was poof taking foop to a kelly clarkson concert where they got matching "my life would suck without you" t-shirts.

poof actually buys - WITH HUMAN MONEY, IN A HUMAN DISGUISE - every kelly clarkson album as it releases for foop.

they nearly elope several times but got caught by wanda every time. wanda doesn't really like the fact that poof is with foop but doesn't wanna turn into mama cosma about it so she comes to terms with it. she doesnt want them to just run away and get married when she doesn't think they're ready yet either, though. timmy has to be the one to appeal to foop's desire for attention to convince them to have a big wedding after they graduate. poof doesnt care whether he has a big wedding or just elopes - as long as foop is his. if foop wants a big wedding, that's what they'll have.

whenever people ask how long they've been together they tend to go silent because their first instinct is to say "about 50 years" even though they're only about 22-24, and they've only officially been a couple for about 6 or 7 years. foop's second instinct is also to say "from the very first moment i drew breath" like the dramatic weirdo he is. which isn't even accurate and they both know it.

literally so specific to my own little homebrewed post-canon that you can't even pretend it works with anw:

in my elaborate fanon after AC and AW abandoned foop in season 10, poof begs wanda to find someone who would be willing to take foop in. luckily, wanda knew just the fairies for the job.

after getting adopted foop changes his name to foxglove thimbleplight - poof changed his last name to thimbleplight when they got married so he becomes periwinkle thimbleplight. :3

they still call each other poof and foop - usually in the form of embarrassingly cheesy affectionate nicknames. we're talking "smoopy-poo" level cheesy usage here.

(actually that one still works with anw but the art i drew is clearly my own designs and not the anw designs and it's exceedingly cheesy so)

poof convinced foop to go to the fairy academy with him - initially foop was hesitant because he… wants to… but… antifairies cant become godparents, right??? poof was willing to do literally anything it would take to keep foop by his side though. he initially considers manipulating some poor unsuspecting godparent to quit on their godkid just so he can hijack the ensuing fairy idol for foop to win and take their job… it's devious, and he knows foop would have loved that he did something so malicious just for him, but in the end he just gets into a fight with jorgen and the fairy council about it. he argues that technically foop is legally a fairy now since he was adopted by fairies, so he should be allowed to become a godparent. they end up agreeing.

their relationship was kind of a controversial issue in fairyworld for a few years because of poof's high profile status - while they're not the first fairy and anti-fairy couple, they're the first recorded instance of a fairy coupled with their own counterpart in eons. the media did get bored of them eventually though.

they already wanted to get married after high school but they agreed to postpone the wedding until after they graduated from the fairy academy so they had enough free time to make it as over the top as foop wanted it to be. poof actually proposed to foop AGAIN with a diamond ring after they graduated from the fairy academy, even though they were technically already engaged - with the intent of being as over-the-top dramatic and annoying to the rest of their classmates as possible.

^ which is similar to what cosmo and wanda did as teens though details differ. cosmo is literally the only one who seems to realize this and audibly goes "WOW, DEJA VU..." when this all happens.

while wanda had to get used to poof and foop together, cosmo accepted it pretty much immediately. mostly because sometimes they reminded him of himself and wanda. (<- actually canon)

[readychilledwine]

Rhys w a small reader with a big mouth?

Little Girl, Big Mouth

Rhys with a mouthy reader headcanons

Warnings - implied smut, reader could be seen as trashy but Rhys loves it

A/n - This anon actually came from an IRL friend. She texted me about it, and I had her clarify if she meant a gossip or big mouth as in a girl who is prone to talking shit and fighting. It was talking shit and fighting, so thanks, Sammie 💕💕

Ps- I will figure out what your username is 👀 but you're very sweet for doing this the way the rest of my followers do instead of just texting me first😭

You aren't a doormat. He refuses to let you be seen as one. Even if that means you get into a verbal argument here and there.

Those verbal arguments have gotten physical.

My baby daddy always tells me not to write a check he can't cash (if you don't know what that means, it means don't start a fight that he can't finsh.) You don't have that problem with Rhysand.

If you stand, mouth firing off insults as someone else is, he will stand too. Ride or die, he won't let you fight without him.

And that is if the man isn’t already behind you, warning the male standing over you without even having to speak that if he lays a hand on you or speaks out of line, he will be finding out why Rhysand is proud to be half illyrian.

You do know time and place, but if someone insults your male, your family, or your court first, all bets are off.

Your mouth is equal opportunity. High fae, lower, male, female, high lord? You don't care. All bets are off the table with you. No one is safe.

Beron? Constantly roasting him. Asking him if beating his wife helps him feel like a real male. Keir? Verbally torn apart. How pathetic he must be to think he has some pull when he lost out on being high lord.

Hell, illyrian males aren't even safe from you. Not when three immediately are behind you the second they feel your mood change.

And it isn't that you can't fight. You are well trained and can more than hold your own. He just prefers you let him.

He's only held you back once. It was from Amren, and he hardly caught you in time before you jumped on her.

Cassian was disappointed. He wanted to watch two tiny females wrestle it out. He said it would be better if pretty lacy outfits were involved, but he was ready to settle for you in your dress and Amren in her two piece outfit.

Rhys did not stop you, nor Amren, from tackling Cassian for that comment.

He will throw you over his shoulder, ignoring you as you scream for him to put you down while still running your mouth as you're carried out of the room. But only if family is involved.

Mother knows they are no exception. You all get on each other's nerves from time to time. Besides Azriel. You could never fight Azriel.

Rhys loves it. He loves how spicy you are. He loves how much fight and sass you have. He loves how it's always to people who are mean.

He does love fighting for you as well. Sometimes, he asks you to pick fights when it's someone he has been itching to get his hands on.

He rewards you throughly when you oblige him.

"Where's that big mouth now, darling?" While your back is arched off the bed, and your mind is just a haze. "Thought you had so much to say earlier."

He loves making his girl with so much to say and so many opinions go dumb for him.

He loves it when all you can think to say is his name and barely thrown together words.

He loves putting your mouth to other uses if you start in on him, too.

He'd keep you tucked under his desk for hours, putting your mouth towards something actually useful if you two fight.

And that's rare. Your opinions are normally shared and mutual. It's why you two work. Otherwise, you would be constantly at each other's throats with how vocally dominant you both like to be.

Overall, he'd change nothing about how sassy you can be. He loves you as is. Even if it means you bandaging his hands after a trip to Illyria.

[tac-the-unseen]

Jeepers Creepers x Reader

Fluff and angst, minor edits for formatting.

CW: Car crash, blood, Gore, ambulance, broken glass, bad friends :(

It purred at you.

It fucking purred at you.

Days ago, while on a long road trip with your close friends, you made a stop at a diner. It was just supposed to be a quick pit stop to get gas and a quick meal at around 4:30 pm.

You remember getting a salad because you weren't as hungry. You remember your best friend Sammy ordering the most food out of everyone in the group. You remember splitting the bill anyway because Sammy has been your dearest friend for years.

Then there was a phone ringing. It was across the room, just barely tucked away from view. An older blonde waitress answered the phone with an obviously rehearsed semi-cheerful greeting. Her fake smile quickly turned into a confused frown. She turned towards the diner half full of people and then turned back around. Everyone in the diner paused, trying to listen to the waitress speak.

“Who?” She asked the person on the other side quietly. She pulled the phone away from her ear and turned around to face the people. “Is there anyone named (y/n) in the building?” She asked out to the other patrons.

All your friends turn to look at you. You give them a confused look then raised your hand while trying to shimmy out of the booth. The waitress waved you over and you quickly and quietly made your way over to the phone. She handed you the phone and walked away and back behind the counter to check on and run some food.

You took a breath “Hello?” You asked softly. A woman answered back, “(Y/n) (L/n) is that you?” She said it in such a hurried tone you almost couldn't make out what she said. “Hello, who is this?” You asked again. The woman answers back almost immediately “(y/n), you're traveling with your friends in a brown and blue SUV, right? You ordered a salad with extra dressing?”

You freeze. Your eyes widen in horror. You turn around to look out onto the diner floor. “this is a joke right?” You muttered weakly at the lady on the other side of the phone. “Have you seen the truck yet? What about the crows?” She questioned frantically. “Did you see it? Did you see it's house?” She said, almost pleading.

“No I-” you started, but she cut you off quickly. “Now you listen to me. If you see a flock of crows, run. Run faster than you've ever ran before.” The woman commanded. You had a feeling that if you were face to face with the woman, she'd be spitting when she talked. Before you could answer back the phone was ripped out of your hands by someone.

You looked up at the person and quickly released who it was. It's one of the guys you're traveling with, Jeremy. Jeremy isn't really your friend, but he's Sammy’s friend so he tagged along. He starts to talk to the woman on the phone but quickly gets frustrated. Jeremy shoves you out of the way and begins to yell at the woman. He slams the phone back onto the receiver and turns to you. “who the fuck was that?” he asked. “I don't know, but she knew my name and our car.”

He lets out a frustrated sigh and takes a breath. “She knew my name too. Said it like she knew me all my life.” he looks over at the group and then back to you. “we got to leave, and soon.” you and Jeremy make it back to the booth and silently decide not to tell the others about the odd call. When Sammy asked you just told them it was your ex who found out where you guys were from another mutual friend. Sammy seemed skeptical but accepted the explanation.

When everyone was ready you made it outside to pile back into the SUV. You guys make it back to the road and try to bring the cheer back into the night. The car radio was broken so you, using your foresight, brought your portable radio. You also brought a backpack full of CDs. You pop in a CD the group voted on and slowly you all start singing to the music.

After a few minutes the vibe in the car is restored. Jeremy, who was driving the car, was dancing a little bit but still being a diligent driver. Abby was in the passenger seat, she didn't talk much but she seemed to be having fun anyway. Sam and Joey in the middle row, both talking about something you didn't care to listen to. And you in the back, the car's personal DJ. You lean forward to reach the middle seat and Joey turns to look at you.

“Spare some Scooby-Doo gummies, Sir?” You ask and a fake Victorian poor boy accent. Joey chuckles and turns to dig into a bag just out of your sight. Sam turns quickly to look at you “You JUST ate!” They accuse. Rolling your eyes you catch a glimpse into the front car mirror. Your eyes widened and you quickly turned around. A big rusted teal truck is only 45 feet away from the SUV. “Is that a fucking armored truck?” Joey sputters out.

“What?” Jeremy inquires, Not taking his eyes off the road quite yet. “God damn it, I can't see the rear view mirror through your fat fucking skull!” Jeremy snaps. Both you and Joey move out of the way only to quickly hear a “Shit” come from the front seat. Jeremy slowly accelerated the van, but skillfully maintained control. Abby turns to look, her eyes widen in horror. “It's speeding up!” She sputtered out.

The truck speeds up and before anyone can react, it rams into the back of the SUV. The car lurches forward and Abby slams her head onto the dashboard. Hard. If not for your seatbelt you would have launched into the middle seats. You shift back into your seat automatically, and decide to cover your neck and head. When you lean forward to cover your face the truck rams into the van again and glass is sent flying into the car. You feel the glass break against your back. The force of the push sends you forward only to shove you backwards into your seat. The force sends the glass deeper into your skin. Little razor like cuts slices against your shoulders and back. The wounds feel hot and angry against the spring winds, you lift your head to look at the damage of your friends. You quickly realize Abby and Sam are screaming in terror, and Joey is begging Jeremy to drive faster.

Jeremy presses his foot to the gas, but it doesn't matter, the truck is faster. Amongst the chaos you can hear the growls of the truck, it pulls to the left of the van and speeds up. “Fuck fuck fuckfuck-” Jeremy curses before the truck slams into the side of the van. Abby and Sam scream louder, and you can see tears roll down Abby’s cheeks.

Finally Jeremy slams on the break and lets the truck blaze past us. The truck doesn't stop and keeps driving up and over past the hill. Suddenly all there is is screaming, crying, and hard breathing. You remember seeing Joey cover his face with his hands to silently cry.

With the adrenaline slowly leaving your body the pain in your back properly sets in. Your hands slowly reach up your hand to touch your back, and come back with blood. You're not bleeding profusely, but it's enough to raise alarm. Jeremy looks back to his passengers while comforting Abby. “Is everybody okay?” He asks, You raise your bloody hand and his eyes go wide. He rips off his seatbelt and climbs over the center console, past the middle seats to get to you. He looks you over and looks at your back.

The group decides to turn around to get you help. The ride lasts only 20 minutes. You remember 20 minutes of hunching over while Sam and Joey pick the big pieces of glass out of your skin. 20 minutes of biting down on your arm, But eventually you get back to the diner. Jeremy gets out of the SUV, slams the car door, and bolts inside. Abby continues to cry in the front seat while Sam comforts you, and Joey comforts Abby.

Eventually Jeremy and other diner patrons come back out to the SUV. You remember the new quiver in Jeremy's voice when he told you and the group that he had called the police and that the nearest ambulance would take almost a half an hour to arrive. That's what an older woman says that she is a retired registered nurse and that she could assess the damage while we wait.

With almost everybody's permission she enters the SUV and starts to attend to your back. You don't quite remember what she said but she was very chatty. You do remember how she praised Sam and Joey for removing the glass, well she tends to your wounds she tries in vain to make conversation with you. You do remember telling her that if you weren't so exhausted you would chat back with her, she gracefully accepted that answer.

When she's done with your more serious injuries she moves on to tend to Abby. She says something about a concussion Abby's eye bleeding being from a popped blood vessel in the eye. What you really remember from the situation is Jeremy crawling into the back seat to hold your hand while you silently cry and pain. Finally in the distance everyone can hear sirens.

He watches everyone collectively breathes the style of relief as a police car and two ambulances roll up. The paramedics nearly jump out of their vehicle and rush over to the van to collect you and Abby. You remember Jeremy getting out of the van while three paramedics gently slide you out of the back seat and put you on to a stretcher. They lay you on your stomach and pull up your shirt, They started asking you a bunch of questions. Your name, your date of birth, where you live, and what happened. They wheel you into the back of the ambulance to assemble their equipment and fix you up.

“It doesn't seem like you need to go to the hospital” One of them says while picking out small pieces of glass from your lower back. “We could probably dig out the rest of the smaller chunks of glass and send you on your way.” Another paramedic tells you that you're lucky the damage isn't worse. And how the only reason the damage is this bad is because your back slammed back into the seat digging the glass deeper. “Don't know what deity liked you, but as far as I can tell most of the glass in your back is pretty big.” He pauses “which yes, is a good thing. It'd be hard digging out really small pieces of glass.”

You quickly tune them out, Not caring about their rambles it seemed to mostly be for themselves. It takes them a little bit but finally they start spraying your back and shoulders with disinfectant, and petroleum jelly before they start wrapping you all back together. “We don't think there's any need for stitches either.” The only female paramedic told you. “It should heal up beautifully, but we still recommend you see a doctor when you make it to wherever you're going.”

They call over Sam and tell them the good news. Sam helps you stand up, something you immediately regret. You let out a sharp hiss followed by a groan.

Eventually the cops question you but with everybody else already being questioned you hardly have anything to add. They thank you anyway and leave for their respective vehicles. By the time the cops and paramedics are gone it's closer to 7:00 p.m.

One of the older patrons who was still there invites you guys all back into the diner so he can buy you all dinner. He specified that he doesn't have much so not to go crazy but he can at least spare a couple dollars for a meal.

Everyone thanks him, declines his offer of payment, but head back to the diner anyway. You walk stiffly back into the diner and instead of sliding back into a booth you make it to the bar stools and sit down.

It's around 8:30 when someone runs into the diner and shouts about an SUV being seemingly broken into. You twist around on your bar stool as Jeremy and Joey run out the front door to investigate.

When they come back they explain to you, Sam, and Abby that the car had in fact been broken into but that it looks like nothing had been stolen. But they both say that the weird thing that's different is that everybody's clothes had been thrown around. Joey calls the cops this time.

It's nearing 10 when a police cruiser pulls up to investigate. You don't know anything about the situation as you can hardly sit up straight and there was no way in hell you were standing up and waddling outside. So you stayed inside the diner sipping on a milkshake. It's by this point in the night you're begging to just go home.

You actually end up falling asleep on the countertop. You're woken up by Sam and Abby telling you it's time to go. Sam helps you stand up and holds onto you and Abby as you make it out of the diner. Looking at the van you see that somebody has taped clear plastic wrap crudely to the back of the car where the rear window would be. You also now fully see how dented the back of the car is. You're reminded of how easily the glass shattered when the truck drove into you guys. When you walk up to the car Jeremy and Joey are sitting in the front seats discussing something but abruptly stop when you guys arrive. You collectively decide that Sam and Abby will get the middle row and you'll get the back seat again this time laying on your stomach for the duration of the drive.

Joey tells you that day swept off all the glass from the back seat so you weren't lying in it. “How thoughtful” New grumbled out, remember thinking to yourself about mediocrity and the bare minimum but you don't dwell on it. You pull your backpack full of CDs and portable radio down to the floor, within arms reach, and pop a new CD in.

This time the drive is different. It's quiet. Nobody speaks. The only audible noise being the CD player and the wind whipping around the plastic rear view window. You end up falling asleep again. You're woken up to the feeling of being jolted. When your eyes open it's met with the dark, You realize it's pitch black outside. Jeremy turns around to look at everybody in the back and apologizes for slamming on his brakes. “Deer” He just said apologetically.

As you awake and more and more you notice that from where you're laying you can see trees out of the window and a dark blue sky. Your attempt to sleep is thwarted by the sound of screeching crows. As you mentally grumbled to yourself you remember the shocking horrified feeling of recalling that mysterious phone call earlier of the day.

She had told you to watch out for a truck. She had told you to run it like hell when the crows called. She told you that you'd see a house. You panic and try to sit up as fast as you can but immediately hissed in pain. “Where are we?” You ask desperately. “Still in bumfuck nowhere.” Sam replies “did we pass a house?” You asking a scared voice. Sam turns around to look at you, she gives you an odd look. “No, just trees and fields of wheat.” They said back confused.

While you guys are talking Jeremy slams on his brakes again. “WHAT THE FUCK IS THAT?” Joey screeches in horror. “FUCK IF I KNOW!” Replied Jeremy. “What? What's happening?” You desperately plea. as Sam looks at whatever is in front of the car They look back at you “some kind of man looking lizard person???” They say in horrified confusion. You try to sit up again but wail in pain. Before you know it Jeremy has put the car in reverse and is speeding in the opposite direction. Everyone let's add a horrified scream as Abby cries “it can fucking fly!?”

Your imagination runs wild as you're unable to see the creature they're referring to. You can only let out a Sob when something lands on your car. The dent in the roof is in the shape of a v. You too start screaming when a boot swiftly kicks in the front windshield. Jeremy tries to drive erratically to shake the thing off but nothing works, eventually, somehow, the car flips over and sends everybody screaming.

You're jolted from your seat and hit the ceiling of the van with a thud. You scream and pain as you land on your back this time with more glass than ever. This coupled with the acute head trauma causes your vision to blur. It feels like your head is buzzing and a ringing is left in your ears. You still managed to flip yourself over while crying and pain. You hear another thud and another and two more. You see Sam and Abby crawling their way to the side doors. And when you look up to see Jeremy and Joey their doors are already wide open. You're left with a revelation that you're the only one left in the car and that it's your job to get yourself out.

With the most pain you've ever been in, You crawl to where the middle seats should be, and pull yourself up and out of the door. You crawl onto the asphalt and shakily tried to stand up. You sob harder as you make it to your knees and then onto your feet. You hear screaming and shouting and pleading from the distance. Finally someone grabs hold of you and pulls you aside. You look up, and through tears you see Sam.

Sam pulls you into their arms well screaming words that didn't make sense to you. Your head stops shaking and the ringing in your ears dies down. finally you hear the words “WHAT DO YOU WANT!?” Being screamed out by a voice you assume is Abby's. Suddenly everything goes quiet, No sound other than breathing and Sam's heartbeat can be heard. “Is that all you what?” Sam asks, “IS THAT IT?” You can hear the desperation in their tone. “Will you leave us alone?” They ask In a softer tone yet with somehow more desperation. You have no idea what happens or why it happens but suddenly you're shoved back to the floor You just fought to stand up on.

“You can have them.” Sam says “just flip our van back over and they're all yours!” realization finally dawns on you. You're being sacrificed to this creature. Your best friend literally pushed you aside with a promise of making it out of this situation alive. You look up and see the beast grabbing the van and turning it over back onto its wheels with inhuman strength. You let out another wail as you truly realize the deal your friends just made.

You watch as the people you thought were your friends walk over to their van and get back in. You watch Joey crawl into the backseat, and Jeremy with a severely broken leg make it to the middle seat. Sam and Abby take the front seats. You get to watch as Sam makes sure the car can still drive properly, and within seconds they're speeding away. All that's left as a trail of smoke, as the rubber burns on the asphalt.

You see the beast walk over to you, The pounding in your head doesn't cease. You see the thing’s boots coming closer. You can't lift your head to look it in the eyes, but at the same time you're relieved by that. Suddenly your body is lifted and you feel weightless. You try to wiggle around but it holds you closer. While you move in it's arms you feel it's skin. It's sharp and scraps you up decently. So now left with another horrifying revelation, that's not what a human’s skin should feel like. You begin to cry harder.

When you're finally back on the ground you see an old house and the giant armored truck that harassed you earlier. You had stopped crying a little bit ago, figuring that if It was going to kill you, It would have already killed you. You're still uncontrollably shaking like a leaf, but you feel like you can hardly blame yourself. The creature starts walking and eventually it opens the door to the house.

It closes the door behind you guys, you get to quickly look at your surroundings. It's just an old dusty house decorated like a Grandma on LSD got her hold onto it. The thought slightly amuses you but you're quickly sucked back into reality when the creature carries you up the stairs and into a room you can only guess is a bedroom.

Finally after God knows how long, the creature gently sets you down on a mattress piled with dirty clothes, pillows, and blankets. The piles down seem to be random either, it all looks meticulously placed around the bed making what looked like a human version of a bird's nest would look like. The thought snaps in your skull. Nest. You're in the things Nest.

For the first time ever you look at the creature in its shockingly human eyes. It has dark green leathery skin, with what looked like insect mandibles on either side of its face. You lean away from the horrifying monster, but it slowly leans towards you. You can tell by its eyes it's not trying to be intimidating but you don't think there's any possible way it couldn't be.

But you're proven wrong.

It purred at you

It fucking purred at you

Like a cat but much deeper. The creature lowers its head towards you and slowly kneels in front of the nest. It purrs again while closing its eyes. It's clearly trying it’s best not to frighten you anymore, but not sure what to do, you just freeze in place. It slowly lays its head in your lap and continues to purr for you. You can feel its chest against your legs, you can feel the vibrations through your legs and on your thighs. It's oddly soothing, frighteningly so.

You don't know why this creature is being so soft with you, but you choose not to question it too hard. You reason that it is better than being slaughtered, so it's best to just let the creature do its thing. After a few minutes it slowly gets off of you but continues to gently purr at you. It stands up and reaches its clawed fingers out to softly grasp your hand. It leans down and kisses your knuckles before getting back up and leaving the room.

You finally fully lay down in the Nest and sigh. “Better than being eaten.” You say softly and frustratedly rub your eyes. “Better than being eaten.”

Thanks for reading <3

Sorry for poor quality. It's one of those fics where I had written for days and eventually just got so sick of writing it, so I had to post it.

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Sugar II (part 6)

Jake Kiszka x reader

18+ only! Minors do not interact!

Warnings: graphic sexual content, illusions to cheating, illusions to oral sex (f rec), language, dirty talk, mutual masturbation, phone sex, etc

Your phone is lying on your chest when it begins to vibrate. Pretend you weren’t waiting for it all you want, your self-deception is laughable even to you. But isn’t that what you’ve become? A miserable joke who spurns the truth with a smile on her face and untruths in her heart.

Lying to ourselves is more deeply ingrained than lying to others, Dostoevsky once said. Wise and brilliant, he was. He also loved someone he shouldn’t have too deeply to let them go.

He is beside you, arm draped across your middle, forehead tucked against your shoulder…so placid and secure in his place next to your wandering mind. So blissfully unaware and peaceful as he dreams of things you don’t care enough to wonder about. But hasn’t he always been? Unaware, that is? He has lived in the dark, oblivious to the fact that he has never truly cradled your heart in his hands.

You are a wicked, black-souled creature, and no one knows that better than yourself. He doesn’t deserve this, and he never did.

Maybe you shouldn’t answer. Maybe. But you will, and you do.

Slipping out of bed like a phantom, you move through the house on silent toes, creeping along until you’re folded into the chair in the far corner of the living room.

“What took you so long?’ His voice drifts out, lazy and quiet, “Hiding from Mr. Wonderful again, are we?”

“You have to stop calling me like this.” You’re quiet, but not like him. Your quiet stems from deceit, and some inexplicable fear of what? Getting caught on the phone? And that’s all this is, right? Just a conversation with an old friend? There’s that self-deception again.

“Stop answering, then.” He counters coolly. Unbothered and wholly aware that that won’t be happening.

“How was the show?” You ask, rather than comment on the ridiculous confidence laced through his tone like sex on his tongue.

“Good.” He sighs, and you can picture his flippant, nearly shy shrug so clearly it grips your heart tightly for a breath. “I may have had a whiskey or three too many. May have tripped. May have fallen. May not have been very rock and roll.”

Your soft giggle tightens his heart just the same, but he doesn’t tell you that. “Did you play through?”

“Of course I played through,” He scoffs with feigned offense. “Who’re you talkin’ to?”

“Then I think that’s very rock and roll, Jake.” The smile won’t leave your voice. “Besides, you misjudged those stairs, don’t blame the whiskey. You should wear your fucking glasses.”

“Oh!” Now he sounds incredibly pleased with himself, dragging the word out like the cat who ate the canary, “Sounds like my sugar caught the show…”

“I may have popped in to peek at a livestream.” You concede, curling down into the chair to get comfy.

“Groupie.”

Pulling the throw off the back, you sling it over your bare legs and shake your head at his nonsense “Miss my Sammy, that’s all.”

“Fuck you.” He laughs.

“Fuck you, too.” You toss right back, but you both hear the love hidden behind those terrible words.

“You miss my stupid kid brother so much, why don’t you come and see him? I could have you on a plane tonight. How long would it take you to get to the airport?” There’s a sincerity in his offer that makes you long to pack a bag and go.

“Jake…”

“Should I send a car, or do you think Mr. Wonderful would mind driving my girl?”

Little shit.

“Stop calling him that.” You scold with little conviction.

“What should I call him then, baby? Since you won’t tell me his name…”

Fighting to sound steadfast, you square your shoulders and issue a warning you don’t feel a drop of in your bones “I’m gonna hang up.”

“Liar.” There’s that gentle laugh of his that echoes through your mind all hours of your lonely days. “What did you do today, sugar? Tell me.”

“Um,” you pick at the blanket absently and search back through the monotony. “I had a work thing. Then I went to the supermarket. Saw a movie. I smuggled a bottle of water inside in my purse like a criminal.”

“I should alert the authorities, but they’ve probably already got your wires tapped.” He’s teasing, but he suddenly sounds so sad. “Did you go to the movies with him?”

You hesitate, which tells him everything without a word.

“Damn,” he’s so quiet now. “I hate that, sweetheart. I hate that so fucking much.”

It makes no sense, he knows you’ve just crawled out of the bed you share with him, he knows that a ring rests on your finger right now - he knows. So why does he sound so broken-hearted? Why this?

“You just go around doing stuff with him, you know?” He clarifies as though he’s heard your unasked question. “Simple little things. The movies. The market. Dinner with your friends. Bookstores. We never really got to do those things together.”

It surprises you, though you aren’t sure why…he’s always been this way, soft and romantic about the strangest things. “You’d want to go to the grocery store with me?”

He laughs as you verbally poke at him to lighten the mood. “I’d go anywhere with you.”

“That’s good. Because I loathe going to the gynecologists alone. Care to attend my Pap smear, Jakey?”

He laughs again, but this time, it’s halting and loud… your favorite of all his laughs, “Absolutely, I do. I’ll steal the stirrups and take them home to use later. The doctor will see you now, sugar.”

You’re laughing now too, likely a bit too loudly “You’re so fucking weird. I feel like I’m talking to Josh.”

“Spending too damn much time with him lately.” He offers by way of excuse, “his shit is rubbing off on me. The other day I briefly considered a perm.”

Your laughter trails off with matching sighs, “I should go.” You say it, but you don’t want it.

“No, you shouldn’t.” He argues quietly, and with a strange tone…he’s fighting something.

“What is it?” You press delicately.

“I just,” he pauses, collecting his thoughts before pouring them out to you. “I just thought you’d be back by now…but you’re still there, with him. And I’m still here.”

“Jake,”

He doesn’t allow for you to finish whatever it was you were about to say that he doesn’t care to hear. “Hush, baby…I know. Do you miss me?”

“Yeah,” you secret into the phone, stealing a glance down the hall. “I miss you very much.”

“Good.” He has quieted to match your whisper. “How much do you miss me? More than Sam?”

“Yeah, I miss you more than Sam,” you see? This is why you’re a bad fucking person. “But like I said, I should go.”

“Why?” There’s that terrible, beautiful rasp again, the one that fails to belie how hard for you he likely already is. “Because you’re afraid you’re going to slide your hands into your pretty panties for me just like you did last night, and the night before, and the night before that?”

It’s a knee jerk reaction that you can’t explain when your finger jabs at your phone to end the call.

He calls back right away, and right away, you answer.

“That wasn’t very nice.” He taunts into the phone with a grin dripping from his accusation. “Don’t you dare hang up on me. Have you forgotten your manners, little girl?”

“Can’t we ever just talk?” You’re struggling to remain on solid ground, but for what? You want nothing more than to sink into him. “Do you ever think about anything else?”

“Other than what?” He counters. “Other than fucking you? Yes, as a matter of fact I do. I think about loving you, and lying beside you like that fuck gets to do. Taking care of you, making you laugh, cooking for you, and drawing you baths, and going to the goddamn movies to watch you smuggle in bottles of water, but you won’t let me have any of that, will you, sugar?”

“I—“ you’re shocked into silence.

“Right.” He agrees, as if you’ve said something poignant. “So forgive me if I indulge where you see fit to allow.”

“Jake, this isn’t right…” oh, don’t you sound righteous? “It has to stop.”

“Isn’t right for who?” He is rife with condescension, “For him? Ask me if I give a fuck about him. Not to ruin the surprise, pretty girl, but I don’t. And maybe you do a little, maybe you do even more than that. Maybe you care more than I’d ever want to know, but you’ll never care enough for it to matter more than you and I.”

No one has ever seen you like Jake sees you…and it is both intoxicating and frightening.

“You want to hang up? Hang up. I won’t call you back tonight.” There’s an edge to his promise, but you know better than to believe it, and you’re thankful it's a lie.

“I don’t want to hang up.” You should want to…but you can’t imagine giving him up right now.

“I love you, sugar.” He breathes, and it’s the loveliest song you’ve ever heard. You want to close your eyes and drift away into it like a symphony. There are cellos and violins in those words, magic and pain more beautiful than anything else you’ve ever known.

“I love you, Jake.” You want him to feel those same things living and breathing inside your own words, but they feel so lacking.

“Do you know what I did this morning?” He questions. You can picture his face so perfectly, and you long to touch it, to simply run the back of your hand down his cheek.

“Hmm?” You hum, still lost in the daydream of being near enough to touch him, to soak in the warmth of his skin.

“I tuned the piano in our front room.”

You know right away that he means the house he visits in the corners of his mind, the place he keeps just for you.

Your gaze has drifted out the window. If you look hard enough, you can almost see the house in the distance, windows glowing golden with light and love “You did?”

“I did. You’re teaching the girls now. I wanted it to be perfect for the four of you.”

“I don’t know how to play the piano, Jakey.” You tease, staring harder still at the mirage of your make believe home.

“Yes, you do. I taught you. You took to it right away, and now you’re better than Sammy, even. You play like an angel. And sometimes, when the girls are asleep, we make love on it and scatter notes around the room in the night.”

Your hand finds its way into your panties all on its own, but it’s innocent somehow, gentle. “We make love on the piano?”

“We make love everywhere, sugar.” He hushes, “I’ve slipped inside of you against the maple tree in the backyard in the Autumn while it drops its leaves at our feet. I’ve nestled my face between your thighs on the porch because you like to watch in the moonlight. Bent you over the kitchen sink so you’ll forget about the dishes, in a closet or two when the girls were too busy to notice, in the dirt in the garden, everywhere.”

A soft moan you attempt to swallow escapes you as your fingers sweep, wet and warm, across your clit.

“What was that, sweetheart?” The smugness in his query is so loving you forget to be annoyed with it, “Are you touching yourself imagining all the places I’ve made you mine? All the places I’ve taken you and made you shake, over and over and over?”

“Tell me,” you beg, slipping your leg over the arm of the chair, opening yourself up for him, offering something he isn’t here to take. “Talk to me. Tell me.”

“That’s my girl,” are you imagining the sound of his zipper through his praise? “What do you want to hear? I’ll talk to you all night, sugar…talk to you forever. Until my voice gives out.”

“The porch,” Another brush against your aching clit, another airy moan you fail to quiet, “Tell me about on the porch.”

“Yeah? You want to hear all about how I lick your pretty pussy on the front porch until you’re dripping down my chin? Want me to tell you about how good you taste, and how sweet you sound when you whine and rock against my mouth?” His voice is like sandpaper smoothing out the frayed edges of your heart. And you most definitely heard his zipper.

“Jake, please…” you would give nearly anything for him to materialize in the room. To listen to his boots clip across the hardwood as he moves, closing in on you until you’re trembling with anticipation.

“Shh, sugar…” he clicks his tongue in mock sympathy, “We wouldn’t want to wake Mr. Wonderful. He doesn’t belong on this porch with us, does he?”

“Tell me.” Your demand falls short through another shaky sigh.

“It’s late, baby,” you can hear it now, the rhythmic, slick slide of his fist along his cock, “and we really should go inside and go to bed, but I can’t take my eyes off of you, you look so fucking stunning in the starlight. You’re curled up next to me in the thinnest, whitest nightie, and I can see the tops of your thighs. So soft and smooth. And I only want to kiss them, but the second I’m on my knees you’re spread open for me like you’ve been waiting for my mouth.”

You’re so wet you can almost pretend your fingers are his tongue drawing tight circles exactly where you need it “And then?”

“Then I slip your panties off, and you give me a little shit about it just for show, but you shut up quick when I start licking along the insides of your thighs. You smell so fucking good, and you taste like heaven, and my cock is so fucking hard for you, but I don’t care about that, all I care about is getting my mouth on you.”

“Do I really taste that good, Jakey?” You pant, arching away from the back of the chair as you slip inside your warmth and fish for compliments.

“You do, baby.” His breath drags in and out of his lungs hard and fast. “You taste so sweet…prettiest, pinkest pussy I’ve ever kissed, you taste like home, you taste like my sugar.”

“Fuck, I’m—“

“Slow down.” He interrupts, sounding gentle in a way he seldom does when he’s hard and throbbing for you. “You just go real slow for me and listen.”

You nod, and though he can’t see you, he seems to feel it all the same.

“I’m on my knees against the porch you helped me strip and sand, and you’re spread open for me on the swing. It creaks every time you move. Your hands are in my hair, but you’re being such a gentle girl, fucking your lovely cunt up into my mouth, begging me softly to suck your spoiled little clit, begging me to make you cum.”

With your fingers fluttering light as air, you can almost imagine it all to be real, and you’re close…so close.

With a choked gasp of your name he pauses, but recovers in a blink, “You’re whining for my fingers, but I want to get you there just like this. I don’t want anything in the way when you finally let go on my tongue. I want to drink you down, baby…every drop. It’s all mine, and I want it. And you let me have you that way, don’t you?”

“Yes,” you nod frantically, writhing in the chair until the blanket falls away, forgotten.

“And you’re going to be such a good girl for me, huh?” That, leading, teasing tone has joined the party, and your stomach is twisting and turning, wringing the lust out of your very soul, “You’re going to be the sweetest little sweetheart and cum right in my mouth because I’m just so fucking thirsty, aren’t you?”

“Oh fuck, Jake…” you’ve hardly made a sound, your constricted throat won’t allow for much more, “Say it again.”

He knows what you want, and like always, he gives it to you without question or thought. “Want you to cum in my mouth right here on the porch, you beautiful fucking filthy girl. I want you, sugar…c’mon and make a mess on my tongue.”

“I’m gonna cum,” you’re spread wide and thrusting into your own touch, but it’s Jake you feel…he’s everywhere, all around you, you’re drenched in him.

“Of course you are, sweetheart,” he soothes, sounding near the end himself, “Because you know how badly I want it, and you’re my girl.”

“I’m your girl,” you whimper, desperate for more more more… “I’m your fucking girl, Jakey. I love you…”

“Love you too, sugar,” a growl rumbles out of him low and menacing. “Love you so fucking much. Come on, baby, c’mon…”

With a fist drawn to your mouth and your teeth dug in deeply, you let it happen. Welcoming that sparking, searing, electric bliss only he seems to be capable of gracing you with, no matter how near or far he happens to be.

You’re quiet somehow, but he doesn’t seem to need anything more than your muted gasps to get there with you. Though on his end, he sounds feral and violent…like the beautiful, seedy underbelly of something you shouldn’t want. Pornographic and obscene. Improper. Dirty. Wrong. Perfect.

With the calm of the afterglow, comes the shame. The guilt. The self-hatred. He knows it all too well already, and rather than drawing attention to what has just happened, he shifts focus to help you through.

“I might order room service. If you were here right now, what would you want? That’s what I’ll get.”

“Hmm,” you think it over, kicking the blanket up from the floor to recover a bit of modesty, “Soup sounds good. Broccoli cheddar if they have it.”

“Soup?” There’s that wide open laugh of his again.

“Yes.” You pretend-pout. “And don’t laugh at me. It sounds divine.”

“Soup it is, sugar.” He sounds soft and a little unlike himself. “We’ve got a small break coming up. It’s only a couple of days, but what if I came to see you?”

“Jake,” you’re preparing to wage a loving war, though you want to see him more than you want the air you breathe to quench your lungs.

“I just want to take you to the movies, that’s all,” he holds up his metaphorical hands innocently. “Will you go see a flick with me? No illegal bottles of water necessary.”

“You want to go to the movies?” You laugh at the idea of it all. So PG in a manner so… not Jake.

“Yep.” He sounds positively delighted at the mirth in your response. “Bring Mr. Wonderful, we’ll have a great time.”

You roll your eyes, stretching out your limbs, which have been tense and contorted for far too long, “Oh, don’t be silly, Jacob, like I would ever share you with Mr. Wonderful.”

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Ruby: Hey, Jaune, I know we've met your sister's and all, but what about Extended Family?

Jaune: Well, About that ...

~~~~~

Jaune: Hi Aunt Cynthia! It's been a while hasn't it!

(Champion) Cynthia: Indeed it has Jaune. Your sister's keeping you busy?

Jaune: Don't you know it. How's being Champion?

Cynthia: Tiring some days, detracts from my time to search ruins and hunt for relics and myths- Though i wouldn't change it for the world.

Cynthia: You've got a lot stronger at Beacon, huh? Let's test your skills in battle!

~~~~~

Darkness: You really must grow a spine cousin! You're the only Man in your Family, and you should act like it!

Jaune: I- I know Darkness ...

Darkness: Hold yourself High, Speak Clearly and With confidence and Teach those Girl where they Belong, Beneath Your Heel!

Jaune: Well, They're my friends-

Darkness: Grinding it down in the back of their heads, Pushing Their Faces into the D-Dirt!

Darkness: Making them clean it with their tongues, perfectly subservient to your whims or else they'll be punished~

Jaune: ... Darkness?

Darkness: *Holding herself, Shivering* And Gods that Strength~ Leaving Marks, throwing them around as Ragdolls~ Hmm~ The P-perfect Man~ To use them at your Leisure~

Jaune: ... This is why I don't talk to you about leading people.

~~~~~

Jaune: And Pyrrha's nice and helpful, teaching me how to fight.

Link: *Pouring Honey over Salmon*

Jaune: She reminds of your old friend Mipha in a way ... Kind, powerful, but too shy for her own good.

Link: *Pauses at Mipha's name, resumes*

Jaune: People think there's mutual respect, when really She's too scared to not be Pyrrha Nikos, Four Time Regional Champion and Argus's Sweetheart, and call them out on their BS. She's tired of the Fame. I just hope I can be the person she's not scared of being herself around.

Link: *Puts Fish in Oven, Turns to Jaune, Signing* I wish I could help you be that ... It's really a matter of time, and proving your reliability and the respect you have for her. Lords know that's what it took for Zelda to see me as her Anchor, not her Leash. Something to rely on in a storm, not fight against.

Link: After all, the most important thing we can give another is our Time. Don't squander yours.

~~~~~

Jaune: Aunt Sam-

Samus Aran: No you can't take apart my ship.

Jaune: I'm Jaune, Not Claire.

Samus: Right, I get all you confused.

Jaune: You seem stressed.

Samus: I'm always Stressed.

Jaune: More Stressed. You're Molting.

Samus: *Pulling loose feathers out* Yes, and it's stressing me out, Now if you don't know how to help me fix my armor, Shoo.

Jaune: *Hugs her* Take a breath Aunt Sammy.

Samus: *Shaking*

Samus: *Sinks to the Floor, Crying* I- I miss them.

Jaune: I know. I know.

~~~~~

Jaune: I just washed the walls and ceiling, could you please not walk on them?

Gwen Stacy: I dunno ... It's pretty Fun!

Jaune: Gwen, Please.

Gwen: Fine. *She Falls to the floor, landing in three point*

Jaune: Why do you do that everytime you're over.

Gwen: To get a rise out of you. *She slings a chair beneath her* It's pretty fun.

Jaune: *Sigh* Why am I always the target- Go mess with, what's his name? Kilometer? Whatever your boyfriends Name- HMM!

Gwen: *Webbing jaune's mouth, Blushing* he's not- We're not- Shut UP!

Jaune: *Smug, Mouth still covered in Web*

~~~~~

Jaune: ... And that's not even a sixth of them.

Ruby: ... That's all on your mom's side?

Jaune: Yeah, I only got Uncle on My Dad's side.

~~~~~

Mama Arc: HELLMOND BIORACY ANGEL! YOU ARE MY BROTHER IN LAW, AND YOU WILL TEACH MY SON ON HOW TO GET ME GRANDBABIES!

The Helltaker: *Scared for his life* Yes Ma'am!

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Your Mom (Sam Kiszka Imagine)

Taglist: @hailthegodsong​ whose encouragement goes unparalleled

(A/N): from me to you here’s an old draft I finally finished!!

Fun fact I started writing this fic 20 days shy of THREE YEARS AGO. Damn. 

So I saw this meme on Instagram forever ago and thought it would be a hilarious fic idea and I haven’t written for Sam (or any of them really but ESPECIALLY Sam) in a HOT minute so here goes nothing! Also I definitely misread the ending but oh well shut up

This was originally intended to be a more meet-cute style fic, but I decided to add a more extended ending than just  “you meet Sam and fucking hit it off immediately.” Also yes I definitely spent a few paragraphs in this fic just infodumping about one of my favorite records I own but that’s a you problem now, dear reader.

Enjoy!

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Your Mom

As far as potential ways your morning could’ve started, you can’t say you expected to land on the phone with a random middle-aged woman from across the country.

It all started when your friends dragged you out to a mutual guy friend’s birthday party. You had just gotten out of a pretty messy but well-overdue breakup and both you and your friends knew that this party was bound to be filled to the brim with your friend’s cute guy friends. You were quite certain that you weren’t ready to just hook up with a stranger quite yet, but your friends insisted and you also didn’t want to let down your mutual friend on his birthday.

So there you were, in the middle of his crowded living room dancing along with your friends. You were maybe four drinks deep and feeling tipsy, but not quite enough to encourage any advances from the men all around.

Eventually, you got sick of the chaos and went to the bathroom. When you entered, you smirked to yourself at the sight of someone’s iPhone abandoned on the counter. Funnily enough, it looked just like yours- black with a clear case. You chuckled to yourself and threw your phone onto the counter next to it. Once you were finished in the bathroom, you grabbed your phone and opened the door, only to be hit by the thumping music and excessive chatter once more. You decided since it was approaching midnight and you weren’t having any fun, you would just find your friends, make up an excuse and head home.

So you did, making sure to hug the birthday boy on the way out.

You didn’t even realize your mistake until the next morning, when the phone on your nightstand was blaring at you.

You lifted your head from your pillow and knit your brows together confusedly. It wasn’t just that someone was trying to call you at 9 in the morning on a Sunday. You never have your ringer on.

You picked up the phone and scrunched your face even more when you read the name “MOM” across the screen, but without the contact picture you had set for her in middle school. You hesitantly unlocked the phone and held it up to your face.

“Hello?”

The voice on the other end hesitated for a moment in surprise. “Oh, hello there. Could you hand the phone to Samuel?”

In a moment of morning grogginess, you turned your head to look for who she was talking about, before realizing that you were in fact alone in your room. “Uhh, I think you might have the wrong number.”

“No, this is definitely my son’s phone number. Do you have the right phone?” She asked back, making your eyes widen in realization.

You slowly turned the phone around in your hands to see the black iPhone with the clear case. But not quite the clear case you had meticulously picked out on Amazon. You groaned as you flopped down in bed and pulled the phone back to your face. “I think I know what happened here. Your son left his phone on the bathroom counter of a birthday party I attended last night, and because he has the same phone and case as me I must’ve switched them up on accident.” You explained, rubbing the sleep from your face.

You could hear the woman on the other end chuckle. “Yeah, that sounds like my Sammy. You didn’t look at your phone at all between the bathroom and now?”

You couldn’t help but laugh pitifully at yourself into your pillow. “Nope, guess not. I don’t even know why I was there, my friends wanted me to go to meet some new guys but I literally just got out of a shitty relationship so I really don’t-“ You paused when you realized you were rambling about your personal life to a stranger on the other line. “I’m so sorry I don’t know why I’m telling you this. You don’t even know me.”

She was quick to respond, “Oh nonsense! It sounds like you need to talk. I usually call Sam around this time every weekend just to catch up, but I can absolutely go for some girl talk. Besides, from the night it sounds like he had I’m sure he’s not up yet.”

You sat back up at this, seriously considering her offer. “You really don’t mind?”

You could hear her hearty, warm chuckle through the phone. “Sweetie, not at all! My only daughter has been in a relationship for a while, I’ve sorta missed these kinds of talks. Besides, you sound like you could use some guidance.” You smiled back toward the phone and leaned back onto the bed.

You and the stranger’s mom talked for almost an hour. You walked her through the ins and outs of the relationship you just ended, describing in detail when you knew it wasn’t working and hearing her little tuts and hums of agreement or disapproval of what you were talking about. You quickly learned that her name was Karen, and you introduced yourself as well. You were doing most of the talking, but you were thoroughly affirmed that she was listening.

“Well, from what I can tell, you made the right choice ending that relationship. It sounds like he has a lot of personal work to do, and I think you made the best choice given the situation.”

You bit your lip. “You think? I still can’t tell because now I’m just so disillusioned with the whole thing. I mean, I was at that party for hours last night and I don’t think I even looked at any of the guys. It just sounds so exhausting starting over from scratch and not even knowing if they’re a decent guy or not.” You mumbled, playing with the edge of your comforter between your fingers.

She hummed from through the phone. “Well, that’s the risk of looking for love. You won’t find it right away, even if you sometimes think you have, but that’s okay. Because then when you do find it, all of that hard work becomes worth it and then suddenly it’s not work at all.”

You smiled at her words. “You sound like you’re a really great mother. Your kids are very lucky to have you.”

“That’s very sweet, thank you dear. My kids have all left the nest by now but I try to make sure they know how important this stuff is. Actually, the one who’s phone you’re holding is the one I’m most concerned about in that department.”

You arched a brow and propped yourself up on your elbow, as if she was in the room talking to you. “Oh really? What’s he like?”

“Well, he’s really a sweet boy. He’s got strong morals and he’s very smart. Handsome too, if I say so myself.” This made you giggle, understanding she was complimenting herself just as much as she was him given that he’s her flesh and blood. She sighed before continuing, “He just… He struggles in relationships. He’s always picking these girls with ulterior motives or who change him as a person. But he’s just so stubborn I can’t imagine how to get through to him. It’s nothing like talking to you.”

You hummed in agreement. You knew how stubborn boys could be. What you didn’t know, however, was that from across the phone gears were turning in Karen’s head. “Listen, how about you give me the number to your phone and I call and see if Sam has it. I wouldn’t put it past him to have not realized by now either. I’ll have him call you so you can set up a time to exchange them.”

You raised your eyebrows at the concept of meeting this famed Sam. “Oh, I don’t think he’ll be able to call me without my phone passcode. I can’t on his either.”

Karen hummed from behind the phone, and you could just barely hear the smile on her face as she responded. “Okay, well then I’ll just give you his address and I’ll tell him you’re stopping over tonight whether he likes it or not. Feel free to take your time, that little shit doesn’t need to be going out again tonight if he’s leaving his iPhone behind in random bathrooms.”

You laughed at her idea and agreed, giving her your phone number and writing down his address before thanking Karen one last time and hanging up.

You heaved a sigh and finally got out of bed to make yourself some coffee and start your day.

You took several moments throughout the day to wonder about Karen’s conversation with Sam on your own phone. You figured since she didn’t call again that he did, in fact, have your phone. You couldn’t help but wonder what kind of notifications he was seeing pop up on your screen. You hadn’t seen any on his- he must have notifications turned off for all his apps.

Your quiet curiosity about this boy continued through your afternoon as you ran errands and cooked for yourself. Finally, after you’d finished cleaning the dishes around 7pm, you decided to make your way over to Sam’s apartment.

You didn’t known why your stomach was wound into nervous knots. You didn’t even know the guy, and clearly he hadn’t caught your attention last night.

And yet, as you reached your hand up to rap your knuckles against his door, you felt yourself let out a shaky breath in anticipation. What if you recognized him? What if he recognized you?

You didn’t have long to ponder before the door flung open and you were met by a tall and lanky guy with long hair. He knit his brows at you for a moment, until his eyes met the phone in your hand and he heaved a sigh of relief.

“Oh thank God, you must be Y/N. I was worried you got lost, or that my mom gave you the wrong address.” He explained.

You chuckled at him, “Oh, no she told me to take my time so you wouldn’t go out again tonight.”

He scoffed and threw his hands into the air exasperatedly as you handed him the phone. “Yeah she wasn’t too thrilled with me this morning. I’m Sam by the way. Please, come in. I have your phone charging I’ll go grab it.”

He beckoned you into his apartment and you reluctantly entered as he walked further in to retrieve your phone. You spared a moment to feel guilty for not charging his, but your attention was quickly pulled by the interior design of the space.

He had vintage posters and tapestries strewn about the walls, lots of potted plants lining the windows and an elaborate dream catcher hanging from the windowpane.

You almost didn’t even notice him return as your eyes closely examined his stuff. You had slowly made your way over to his record collection by the time you heard him speak. “See anything you like?”

You couldn’t help but jump slightly, not expecting his proximity, and he smirked at you as he held out your phone to you.

You accepted your phone and turned back to the records, blushing slightly. “Yeah, you’ve got a lot of good stuff here. Jim Croce, Frank Sinatra, Janis Joplin…” you trailed off as you reached out to unsheathe one of the records. Deja Vu by Crosby Stills Nash & Young. “I love this album.” You mumbled, fingertips tracing over the textured maroon cover as it met the delicate gold detailing.

You turned back over toward Sam to see him smiling fondly at you. “That’s a great one. Did you know Jerry Garcia worked on it?”

You couldn’t help but raise your eyebrows. “Really? Oh, I love Grateful Dead!”

Sam took a few steps closer and took the record out of your hands, opening it up to the middle where the musical credits were listed. He leaned in close so you could see and extended his finger to the aforementioned name. “See? Steel guitar on Teach Your Children.”

Trying to ignore the sudden closeness, you sighed in wonder as you looked at the tiny writing near the bend of the sleeve. “Wow... Yeah, I guess there isn’t any steel guitar in the other songs.” 

Sam shook his head, still smiling softly down at the record sleeve before turning over to you. You almost missed the way his eyes flicked down to your lips, but in such close proximity it was easy to notice. And even easier to replicate as you noticed your own gaze flash down to his mouth in response.

Suddenly, Sam piped up. “Hey, do you have anywhere you need to be after this? Or would you wanna stay for a drink? I can pop this record in if it would help persuade you...” He held up the record sleeve and wiggled his eyebrows in an over-the-top seductive way.

You laughed but felt your heart jump a bit at the offer. You allowed yourself a few moments to consider as you weighed the pros and cons in your head.

Okay, this is a complete stranger and you’re already in his apartment, do NOT accept the drink and stay.

Well, hang on. This isn’t a COMPLETE stranger. This is Karen’s son.

DO WE KNOW KAREN THOUGH? DO WE REALLY??

But he’s cuuuuuuute...

“Hey, you still there?”

You were shaken from your inner turmoil by the reminder that time was still passing outside of your head, and Sam needed an answer. “You can say no if you want, I know we literally just met...” He scratched the back of his head bashfully as he started backtracking.

Somehow, this was what won you over. “No, I don’t have anywhere to be. Although, I think your mother’s elaborate plan to keep you from going out tonight is starting to fall through.”

Sam leaned back and barked out a laugh at this. “Oh I see, so you really are in cahoots with my mom. Okay, okay. Has she already betrothed me to you?”

You shook your head and chuckled in response, “Not exactly, but she did give one hell of a sales pitch.”

Sam tilted his head back with a groan and rubbed his face in fake exasperation at his mother’s antics. In this moment you couldn’t help but let your eyes travel down from his face to his hands, his neck, his chest...

“Well, let me do my best to forget that happened. Besides I’m pretty sure this still doesn’t qualify as going OUT, so I feel like we’re in the clear. Anyway, what can I get you to drink?”

You were snapped back to reality by Sam once more as he left your side to hover between his refrigerator and the little bar cart parked right next to it, swaying from side to side and reaching each hand toward the different options as he swayed closer, eyes trained on you for a response. You couldn’t help but smirk at his relentless efforts to make you comfortable in his home. It made you wonder what kind of coaching Karen might have given him after your phone call with her.

You ended up choosing a bottle of red wine from near the back of the cart, as that would be both an easy thing to share between two people while also allowing you to quietly max out on two or three drinks in case the situation did end up requiring a quick escape.

Sam was more than happy to oblige and immediately donned an exaggerated Italian accent that was slowly but surely drifting into a rough New York Italian accent with each passing sip. However, the laughter that bubbled up out of you each time only further encouraged his antics.

Both sides of the record came and passed and you two were still deep in conversation, covering everything from where you both grew up, to what you do for work now and casual interests. 

You couldn’t help but arch your brow at the admission of his work, “Oh you’re in a band? You guys any good?” 

Sam let his eyes travel over to the coffee table in the little hallway leading toward his bedroom. Sitting proudly there was his personal copy of the Grammy award for Best Rock Album of 2019. “I think we’re pretty good.”

He decided against flexing the award itself so as to not come off as arrogant, a motive that similarly inspired the object’s current placement in his home. As he let his eyes return to yours, he was surprised by your expectant expression.

“Well?” You asked. “That’s it? No elaboration? No new single I just need to listen to? You’re band is ‘pretty good’ but you don’t seem to be in any rush to show it off, Sam.” You tried to hide your smirk behind your wine glass.

Sam’s jaw dropped open in indignance at your remark, which immediately made you giggle. “Well, I- I don’t know, I feel like it’s not in good taste to boast. Besides, we aren’t exactly making music for the general public to all enjoy so the last thing I’d wanna do is gas us up only for you to not be into it.”

You hummed to yourself and turned away for a moment to let your eyes once again survey the vast record collection before you. “I mean, if your taste in vinyl is any indication I think it’s a pretty safe bet. But fine, keep your secrets.” You adopted a more playful tone for the last bit as you finished off the last of your wine.

Sam watched wistfully as the last of the red liquid vacated your glass and disappeared down your throat. He knew what this meant.

“Well, as much fun as it would be to drink you out of house and home, I should probably get going.” You remarked as you unfolded your legs and moved to stand. Sam matched you and took the empty glass from your hand after swallowing the last mouthful from his own.

As Sam walked back into the kitchen area with both glasses, he called out to you, “Hopefully you don’t have to trek too far, do you live nearby?” Facing the wall, he raised his eyebrows hopefully and craned his neck in search of your reply.

“Not too bad, just a few blocks away really.” You responded, putting your shoes back on and raising your voice slightly to be heard over the faucet Sam was now running.

You missed Sam closing his fist to himself in a little “yessss” motion before turning off the faucet and placing both glasses rim-down on his counter to dry. “Oh, well in that case, why don’t I walk you home?”

You froze for a moment and considered the option.

I guess he would’ve murdered me by now if he was going to.

Before you can decide, Sam returns into the room and adds, “But if that’s too forward I can send you off into the night by yourself. Up to you.”

You tilted your head as you considered that element as well.

I mean it certainly WOULD be safer to have a chaperone on these streets after dark...

“Alright, yes, you may walk me home.” You chuckled, standing over him as he hastily started putting his shoes on. “How very chivalrous of you, you really sweep the girls off their feet, huh?” 

He scoffed and stood back up to be more eye-level with you, “Oh, surely your initial encounter with my mother naturally gave you that impression?”

You laughed, thinking back to your conversation with Karen, “Well, sure, but you would think she might be biased given it’s her own son she’s describing.”

Sam smirked as he opened his front door and held it open for you to lead the way, “Okay, well did I live up to your expectations?”

You followed his nonverbal direction to walk through the door and smiled to yourself. “I mean, my expectation for tonight was to run over, drop this phone off, grab mine and be home two hours ago. So it’s safe to say you’ve definitely exceeded my expectations.”

This got a full laugh out of him as the two of you started walking down the hall toward the building elevator. “Hey I gave you plenty of opportunity to take that route as well.”

You nodded, giving him credit where it was due. But it was just so much more fun to tease him. “Sure, like when you coerced me with alcohol...”

“HEY!”

“...And lore about my favorite albums...”

“LISTEN maybe I’m just an enthusiastic host in my humble abode. Have you considered that?”

Somewhere in the middle of this back and forth, Sam’s hand had brushed against yours twice before catching onto your own hand. The conversation didn’t cease as you both divided your attention enough to interlace fingers. The tiny little act of intimacy, the microscopic affirmation that you were in fact picking up on something between you two, it made your heart flutter like a schoolgirl.

“Either that or you’re really playing the long game to kill me. Is that why you needed to see which building I live in?”

Checkmate.

Sam heaved a sigh, stupid grin still plastered onto his face. “Okay, yeah. I’m the world’s worst serial killer personally escorting you home safely.”

“Or about to follow me inside so as to not have evidence in your own home.” You pointed out as the elevator door opened up to the building lobby.

Sam smirked down at you as he held the front door to the building open for you, “Damn, I think you’re watching too many true crime documentaries. Maybe it’s me who should be worried about you.”

You chuckled and used your hand interlocked with his to pull him in the direction of your apartment building. “Mmm yes, this has all been a misdirect. Now come with me to this undisclosed second location where nothing bad will happen to you.”

Sam stopped walking for a moment and you turned around with a cheeky grin, “Oh my god I’m kidding Sam, come on.” He smiled softly down at you before following your lead, matching your pace with his much longer legs as your entwined hands swung slightly between the two of you.

Sooner than you’d have liked, you arrived at the front door of your apartment building. You stopped walking and turned to Sam, “Well this is me.”

A brief look of panic washed over Sam’s face as he frantically tried to decide how to proceed. “Well, I won’t be getting murdered tonight so I will not be following you inside.” You rolled your eyes as he continued, “But this was fun, and you really do live nearby, which is cool.”

You nodded, subconsciously closing your hand a bit tighter around his at the thought of it being gone soon. “Yeah, I had a good time tonight. And of course, thank you for taking care of my phone... and make sure you thank your mom for me otherwise we would’ve both been out of luck today.”

Sam’s eyes widened and he turned to look down the street in thought. “Shit, yeah, I don’t even wanna think about how long that would’ve taken to sort out without her.”

A brief spell of silence washed over both of you before Sam, looking down at your hands interlocked, mumbled, “You know, we could do this again sometime. If you wanna.” He used his shoe to fidget with a pebble on the ground as he dared not meet your eyes, just in case you didn’t give the answer he was hoping for.

You, however, beamed back up at him and squeezed his hand affirmatively, “Yeah, I’d like that.” You took a small step forward and Sam’s head whipped up as he processed your words. “I mean, maybe not the trading phones thing. I did feel rather naked without it today.”

Sam cracked a grin and gently pulled you even closer by your hand that still joined his, bringing the two of you nose to nose. “Yeah, maybe we could just trade numbers instead.”

You couldn’t help your eyebrows shooting up in surprise, blood rushing to your cheeks as he stared you down. 

Now there’s the ladykiller Karen was describing.

You reached into your back pocket to retrieve your phone, unlocking it quickly and opening it to a blank contact page. You couldn’t bring yourself to put more space between you and Sam while he typed his information into your phone, especially once you felt Sam’s hand in yours guide your arm around your back so he could physically hold you close as he typed.

You went back and forth between watching the focus in his eyes as his face was lit up by your phone screen, watching him gnaw slightly at his bottom lip, and peering down at the phone screen himself. He finished up by saving the contact and hitting the “call” button before immediately ending the call upon hearing his phone start to vibrate.

His head whipped up to hand your phone back, only to find your eyes fixated on his mouth. As quickly as you could, your eyes darted back up to meet his. But it was too late, he caught you. His eyes flit down to yours as he handed you back your phone.

“Well, Y/N, I guess it’s until we meet again.” He started, and you took a moment to consider the fact that this is the third time the two of you have delayed parting ways that night.

However, every last thought siphoned right out of your mind when he pressed his forehead to yours, eyes trained onto your lips as he licked his lightly. You couldn’t help your eyes when they fell down to watch him partake in the action. 

You had to put this poor boy out of his misery. It was only right, right?

You raised yourself onto your tip toes to close the gap and place a gentle kiss onto his lips. One of his hands came up to cradle your cheek softly as the two of you got lost in each other for a moment. You pulled back after a few seconds but he didn’t; still frozen in time with his eyes closed, rubbing his lips together slightly to memorize the feeling.

Against his lips you breathed, “Goodnight Sam.”

By the time Sam’s eyes opened, you had walked up the small set of stairs leading to the entrance of your building, flashing him a bashful smile.

He beamed over at you, waving goodbye with his phone in his hand. That is, until the phone began to light up causing him to stop and see what the commotion was all about. He barked out a laugh, “Well guess who it is?

You couldn’t help but laugh. The day was ending the very same way it started; facilitated by Karen.

Sam looked back up at you from the sidewalk, “I’ll take this on my walk home. Have a lovely night, Y/N.”

You waved him off as he answered the phone, still smiling and watching you as you disappeared into the building.

“Hey mom, what’s up?”

“Sam, ok good so you did exchange the phones? I’ve been watching your location today and I saw it get brought over, why are you back where it was before?” She asked, her tone of voice implying she already knew the answer.

Sam shrugged to no one, and responded, “Well, what kind of a gentleman would I be if I didn’t walk her back home as a thank-you?” He couldn’t help the giddy smile creeping onto his face as he spoke.

Karen was smarter than this though, “Mmhmm, yeah alright. So are you gonna see her again?”

This stopped Sam in his tracks as he physically pulled the phone away from his face to stare at his mother’s name on the screen. Before he could ask she added, “Did you think I didn’t also notice the fact that your phone made it safely to your apartment HOURS ago?”

Sam’s face flushed scarlet as he walked back through the door to his own building. “Mom, ok it’s truly none of your business but... Yes I think I am. At least, I hope so.”

Sam could hear her chuckle from the other side of the phone, “Good. You better treat her nicely, Samuel. She’s been put through the ringer but she’s got a good heart.”

Sam rolled his eyes as he walked down the hall, “Aren’t you supposed to be saying that to her? ‘Treat my son well that’s my baby’ or something like that? You’re my mom.”

He jumped a bit at the sound of her loud “HA!” coming through his phone speaker. “Yeah and your mom scored you the date you had tonight so don’t blow it, I like this one.”

Sam couldn’t help but smile as he reentered his apartment and his ears immediately perked up to hear the subtle sound of the Deja Vu record still spinning on the turntable, needle aimlessly bouncing around the middle area of the vinyl. 

“I like this one too, mom.”

(A/N:) AAAAA I wrote something again!! If my writing voice has changed mind your business bc shockingly enough I have aged. Also I forgot what my typical fic length used to be but this feels long sorry about that, also very dialogue heavy so sorry about that too if that’s not your vibe. 

But this was fun. I had fun writing this. Thank you very much for reading it.

[north-noire]

Here are more hcns about Sammy that I drew in my sketchbook long time ago

Sam teases Charlie from time to time, although most of his teasing is usually unintentional and out of curiosity.

Charlie's reaction after hearing Sammy say her name ;-;

Although he is playful and full of energy, he is the least sociable of the Emily family, so Charlie occasionally has to drag him along.

When alive, one of the characteristics that caught Caitlin's attention the most about Sammy is the fact that Sammy unintentionally made that same 'done' face as his father which caused her to tease Henry about it.

Throughout his life the poor boy had to learn that his mother passed away, neither Henry nor Charlie dared to talk about it until Sam reached a certain age which caused him to have a crisis since Charlie reminded him a lot of Caitlin (a crisis which he managed to overcome as time went by).

If Sam found out who killed his sister his whole world would fall apart, he would be so resentful he wouldn't be able to say it in words.

And that's all I have for now, stay safe and take your time, I absolutely loved your ideas on it :)

SCREAMS WHAT YOU'RE COOKING WITH THESE!!! I really gotta draw Sammy soon when I get the time, I love your design of him and your art sm it's so cute znsmsmwkow

Also, fellow cursive writer rise up!!!!

Gonna ramble a lot below this section so I don't flood most people's feeds while I live-react and say my thoughts below :) Feel free to read below ofc!

I love that Sammy takes off Charlie's weave. Maybe I should really draw Charlie's weave getting taken off often as a meme LMFAO

I LOVE Charlie crying after Sammy said her name I'm gonna explode 😭😭😭 also yes, that's so real, Charlie would totally drag him outside of the house whenever it's possible xD I just know both Henry and Sammy tend to spend time together in this mutual yet really peaceful silence amongst themselves.

I LOVE HOW CAITLIN LOOKS IN YOUR STYLE TOO SHE'S SO CUTE ;-; Sammy and Henry truly r like father and son...

ALSO OUGHHHH sammy not wanting to talk to Charlie bc she reminds him of Mom makes me think of Sammy accidentally calling her Mom one time and immediately just. Avoiding her after that bc he feels bad reminding people of her (and her death).

YESSSSS I'm so here for the beef between Sammy and William!!! I keep imagining scenes where he's afraid and yet so angry at him, like maybe William tries to be generally friendly to the Emilys even her Charlie's death (as usual, and unfortunately some way to relieve himself of guilt somewhat) and while Henry does maintain the friendship (up until Puppet Charlie comes along and he has a crisis about it), Sammy starts to just hide behind Henry whenever Will comes along, or even retaliate in some degree (pushing him away and sobbing, runs away and doesn't want William talking to him). Henry definitely picked up on the behavior and got concerned, thinking William must've done something he didn't know (initially his mind thought of something worse, like William hurting Sammy without him knowing or something similar), which sort of escalates into some argument between the two. William doesn't really like being accused of such, he understands, but still stays firm that he didn't do anything to Sammy (which is true). Henry apologizes but he is genuinely worried about Sammy's well-being, with William throwing out the idea that maybe Sammy just isn't taking the grief well or is just going through a lot of emotions and doesn't know how to handle it properly.

Henry reluctantly tells William to go home, mostly to ask Sammy what's been going on and asking him what happened to William without him being in the proximity. Maybe he comes in and sees Sammy listening to the Marionette speaking full conversations with his kid and he gets... Confused, because he hasn't programmed any of those lines. He's confused, but Sammy shortly explains briefly that it's Charlie speaking, and that she's been in the Puppet for a good while now... Henry is a little skeptical, thinking it's just Sammy coping with the grief until Charlie actually does a full conversation with Henry and he's just... Stunned, understandably.

Before touching up on that can of worms however, Henry still asks Sammy what had happened with William and why he's so angry at him, in which Charlie (being Charlie), butts in and says William killed her and that she'd rather not let him hurt her brother in the future. Henry's a bit paralyzed from all the stuff that's been dropped on him impromptu but he doesn't really have time to break down because Sammy is there, but you can see how much this breaks him a bit. Sammy and Charlie agree that William should get it coming to him of course, and while Henry agrees, he says it's best to just find a way to prove William had something to do with it first than do anything... Drastic, to say the least.

SORRY IF THIS IS SUCH A LONG POST bruh I really just wrote a whole ass scenario based off of your awesome hcs and art 😭 I hope you like it! I'm always happy to get fanart from anyone 😭

[sketch-pencilpoint]

Final ship post for now I've decided. I want to work on other things. I've got more ships though ;). This one shows of my ocs in relationships

The sweetest. And first narrow guage pairing. If you already know Elliott Scott you know this ship.

- the first time they met, the narrow guages, including Peter sam, were acting distrustful around diesels because of Gorodon. This made things tense between them. This is something they now joke about.

- they first got together a long time after they were infected, as both were too nervous to make the first move. Up until the both of them confessed at once.

- Elliot Scott calls Peter sam Sammy, and Peter Sam calls Elliott Scott Scotty.

- this is more about the human au, but before ps met es he thought no one would find him attractive. Meanwhile es thinks ps is the most genuinely attractive person/beast ever.

- the two like to explore the mountains and forests of the narrow guage line as dates.

Another ship I've already shown off. These two are a something that in my eyes was inevitable as soon as I had a bus oc.

- boba came to sodor as a private bus, so bertie assumed she would be snooty and rude, but of course she isn't. It was a simple, mutual crush after that

- boba likes watching bertie race others and listening to him talk. Bertie like giving Boba little gifts and snuggling up to her at night.

- since boba is mute, she doesn't really have any nicknames for bertie. But he calls her bobo and babe.

- bertie is very protective of Boba, especially when someone is demanding she speak. While Boba can defend herself, she is grateful for someone else to act as her voice.

- when Boba was pregnant with Brandon, before they knew mind, bertie wondered how hard it was to be pregnant, so inspired by a certain red rocket, impregnated himself. This lead to bernie.

The final official tug x engine paring (for now). Gordon is a character who has a lot of ships, but oc x cannon is something I can't resist.

- Gordon, despite his pride, is a doting and attentive partner. Stardust is reassuring, and one to tolerate his rants.

- their relationship began when stardust began to admire Gordon from afar. When they did get together, it took a while before anyone but stardusts siblings were aware.

- he doesn't use pet names, beyond caller her my star, she calls him shooting star and love.

- Gordon refuses to learn to swim. Even if many other engines, including the ones that are in relationships with the tugs, he won't learn. Stardust is the only one who is fully aware of Gordon's fear on the matter.

- they love gossiping and complaining about others. Gordon also enjoys making dust laugh, since she rarely does so around others.

[destieltropecollection]

DESTIEL TROPE COLLECTION 2023 | DAY 24 | Firsts

Worth Waking Up For | @blessyourhondahurley

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1,565 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe, Morning After, One Night Stand, bottom!Dean Summary: The morning after a one-night stand, Dean and Cas hash out some differences in temperament.

A Most Wonderful Time | @pluckydean

Rating: General Word Count: 2,007 Main Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Alternate Universe, Office Christmas Party, First Date Summary: Dean despised champagne and idle chit chat and stuffy corporate parties. He was here for one reason and one alone: to finally talk to his long time crush, Castiel Novak.

Ridden Hard | Destielshipper4Cas (AO3)

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2,433 Main Tags/Warnings: Strangers to Lovers, Non-Traditional Alpha/Beta/Omega Dynamics, Submissive Alpha Cas, Omega Dean, Top Dean, Bottom Cas, First Time, Plot What Plot/Porn Without Plot Summary: Alpha Castiel tries to pick up an omega at a rut bar and gets fucked by a feisty omega for his trouble.

Like Something Holy | @pointyearedelvishprincling

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 3,042 Main Tags/Warnings: religious imagery & symbolism, castiel can hear longing, first kiss, emotional hurt/comfort, oral sex, post godstiel arc Summary: Still struggling with the fallout of his Godstiel days, Cas breaks down after a hunt. Hearing Dean's longing behind the comfort of his words, they finally find some much needed closure.

it started with a photograph | @demonmary

Rating: No Rating Word Count: 3,821 Main Tags/Warnings: Closeted Dean Winchester, AU : Boarding School, Secret Relationship, Fluff, Kisses Summary: Not even twenty minutes prior, Cas had been curled in the corner of the hallway, tucked into his English studies. So many things had changed in such a remarkably short amount of time. And on top of that, Castiel was comfortable, joking with Dean and acting like this was alright. Like it was normal. Could it be?

Hunger Pains | @follows-the-bees

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 6,657 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Supernatural Elements, Creature Castiel, stabbing, firsts, mutual pining, Summary: Castiel has been able to keep his hunger in check but now nothing can quite sate it, except perhaps his next-door neighbor and best friend Dean Winchester.

A Kind of Paradise | @viridiandecisions

Rating: Mature Word Count: 9,851 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Library, Librarian Castiel (Supernatural), Openly Bisexual Dean Winchester, Cat Owner Castiel (Supernatural), References to Ancient Greek Religion & Lore, Flustered Dean Winchester, Charlie Bradbury Ships Castiel/Dean Winchester, Self-Indulgent Book Recs, Flirting Via Books, Castiel Wears Glasses (Supernatural), US Midwest, Summer Summary: "Hello, Dean," Castiel rumbles at him, and God, the way his name sounds in Castiel's mouth. Dean could drop a rock down the well of that voice and never hear it hit bottom. "Charlie said you might stop by. Is there anything new I can help you find?" "I just wanted to check you out, uh—check these out. The books. For my brother. Sammy needs more books." Fuck Dean's life.

at the edge of chaos | @sharkfish

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 10,154 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe - Dinosaurs, Paleontologist Cas, Photographer Dean, Trans Dean Summary: They saw some dinosaurs in the fly-over the day before, so Dean knew he was really, actually, truly going to see real, actual, true dinosaurs, but he still almost drops his camera in the mud when the first stegosaurus comes out of the trees. Stunned, Dean says, “I’m going to win a Pulitzer.” Equally stunned, Cas says, “How do I go back to bones after this?”

you should floss more | @songliili

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 15,440 Main Tags/Warnings: Gay Castiel (Supernatural), Bisexual Dean Winchester, Dentist Castiel (Supernatural), Interior Designer Dean Winchester, Meet-Cute, Castiel/Dean Winchester First Date, idiots to lovers Summary: “You know I told you I had to book an appointment to a new dentist? Because the old one retired? Well I may or may not have said something huh inappropriate? Not on purpose! I swear!” “Dean. What did you do?” “Well, huh he- he said something about us being strangers or whatever and I- well, I said 'you’re not a stranger, you’ve been inside my mouth for 20 minutes!'” OR the one where Dean embarrasses himself at the dentist and still manages to get a date with the blue-eyed dentist.

For Evermore | @casblackfeathers

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 110,572 Main Tags/Warnings: angst with a happy ending, childhood friends, reunion, mutual pining, underage drinking, panic attacks, top Castiel, bottom Dean, top Dean, bottom Castiel, friends to lovers, fluff and angst, soft Dean, single parent Dean, misunderstandings, hurt and comfort, virgin Castiel, Dean’s first time with a man Summary: There's no place like home. This was a line Castiel used to know by heart when he was a kid, watching The Wizard of Oz and believing fairytales were real. At thirty-one years old, he isn't a kid anymore, and it has been twelve years since he has known what home feels like. Twelve years. That's when his world had come crashing down and he had left his hometown, Holly Springs, with the broken pieces of what he once was to build a new life in San Francisco. But as circumstances force him to come back to the only place he swore he would never return to, Castiel is finally forced to face everything he once knew and loved. Especially when said everything is made of spring-green eyes and a stardust of freckles, wrapped in all the memories Castiel was not able to erase from his heart. After twelve years, Dean is as mesmerizing as Castiel remembers, but the scars of what was broken still run as deeply as the marrow of his bones, and Castiel will do everything he can to protect himself. After all, his favorite movie also taught him that 'until hearts can be made unbreakable,' he can’t listen to his own.

[sapphire-thelesbian]

my supernatural lgbtq thoughts :3 (only Cas, Sam and Dean for now)

don't be a hater to me I've only seen up to season 8 OKAY?! no one asked but receive anyways! these are both gender, and sexual orientation (as a nb-lesbian myself) and don't try with hating, I wont stand for it just leave me and my gay hunters ALONE! If you don't want to read my explanations, just scroll all the way down for summaries lol. !!REMINDER THESE ARE JUST HEADCANONS. YOU DONT HAVE TO FOLLOW THESE!! Castiel is very gender-fluid. They/It/He/She when it comes to gender. I said why in a previous post but to sum it up, gender mainly matters to angels when it comes to vessels. Otherwise I fear they don't give a fuck less. Cas definitely experimented and landed on they/it as their favorites. aka I'm using my pro-nouns on Cas because Cas is my favorite :C Meanwhile for sexuality I fear Cas is a gay man. They experimented with Meg with that one pizza man scene that they pinned + kissed Meg, but otherwise has stuck to men (aka Sam). Sammy my boy. I love trans FTM Sam because it holds a place in my heart. To me I love trans Sam, simply because it makes sense. John didn't want to raise a daughter (Sam) and a son (Dean), so he focused on his son. Pushed all the hunting stuff onto Dean while simply making sure Sam was still breathing. Dean of course took care and actually tended to Sam, and when Sam came out as trans, John was simply happy he didn't have to cater towards a daughter & a son, so he took the two sons and balled with it. But, since he had barely raised Sam either way, it didn't change a lot in their relationship. And he only got top surgery probably during college. He would study while recovering and before. So for me, Sam is Trans FTM, He/Him. And for sexuality I see Sam as a pansexual, we know he was with girlies in the past (Jess, he hooked up with Ruby for a bit, etc). And he absolutely experimented a bit in college with who he did and didn't enjoy in flavors of other genders before he got with Jess. Then, after Jess died and his grieving made him bury it even more until it picked back up probably around season 5-6 (ESPESCIALLY Soulless Sam being a "I don't give a fuck who, just fuck with me.") So to me, Sam is a Trans FTM, Pansexual man. Deano! I personally enjoy the idea of demi-boy Dean. He probably buried it all until Charlie came around for her to educate him on other genders. To which he leaned towards He/They. They didn't care for it a lot, only going so much to understanding Sam's gender change when the two were younger, and using different pro-nouns before he simply just shrugged off any other notice of gender. They knew what was important, which was not to use she on their little brother, and that's what mattered to him. Now for sexuality, Dean is bisexual. From all the scenes of him and Cas, to other scenes of Doc Mc Sexy (If I remember that name correctly) and others. They absolutely had a bit of a fling for a bit with Cas before the two had a mutual agreement that they weren't for each other and split, before Cas was with Sammy. Dean definitely has no preference and simply just goes both ways. They can be seen flirting with girls, buying them drinks and giving a specific eye look, but he can also be seen with guys, giving sharp grins, playing a game of 'Are you into me like I'm into you?' and not to mention leaving with them after he wins the game of 'Yes, you're into me like I'm into you'. Incase you don't want to read all that, my summary for you is Castiel : They/It/He/She (Gender-fluid), Gay. Sam : He/Him (Trans FTM), Pansexual Man. Dean : He/They (Demi-Boy), Bisexual Man. Thanks for coming to my ted-talk of what I think Team Free Will is lgbtq wise, and maybe I'll make more. :3

[munsonthemisfit]

WE GOT MORE MINORS LYING ABOUT THEIR AGES/MINORS TO BLOCK, INFO UNDER THE CUT <3

Sammy-Steve also has 3 other accounts, all claiming to be 18/19 irl but I’ve been informed they’re 14/15 irl.

The person who informed me doesn’t want their name attached to this post because of potential drama and I respect that completely, so I’ll post it so y’all know who needs to be blocked. Keep kids away from my account!

If any of my mutuals are seen interacting with any of these accounts after this call out post, y’all getting unfollowed. I don’t stand for adults interacting with minors in a sexual manner, y’all can eat glass for that <3

They’re saying “omg I’m the sister I took over the account now cause mom is angry” but with her string of lies, imma assume this is a bullshit story too. Block her :)

Sammy-Steve

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[withinthecards]

M U N

Hi, I'm Sammie, 30+ years old & She/Her. The blog is low activity. I've been roleplaying for nearly twenty years on various platforms. I work full-time and tend to play a lot of games. I'm also VERY RUSTY with Yugioh, so some characters may be out of character or I forgot something happened. Someday I'll do a rewatch of one of my favorite series. Down below are some rules when it comes to interacting with my blog. Discord Upon Request.

RULES

I. I won't roleplay with anyone under 21 years old. I'm an elder role player and would like to interact with those around my age who are adults. If I find out you lied about your age I will block you on the spot. II. There will be NSFW/DARK themes on this blog. They will be tagged accordingly. III. Feel free to send in memes. I love them. I use memes as icebreakers. So don't hesitate to send one in. IV. I am MUTUALS only. This means if I'm not following you and you are not following me in return then I won't interact with you. I do this to keep from being so overwhelmed. V. All my muses are canon-divergent and may stray from canon material. VI. I am iconless. I don't have the attention span or time to sit down and make icons for each of my muses. I also want to flush out my own writing better by being more descriptive. VII. I am OC friendly! Please just have a backstory. That being said if I feel like your oc won't mesh well with my muses then I won't follow. It's nothing personal. VIII. I draw and will post my artwork. Any shipping art will be tagged. IX. I love shipping but there needs to be chemistry and build-up unless planned out otherwise. Both muses and muns need to be adults. My favorite ships is Kaiba x Jonouchi, Z-one x Antinomy (Bruno) but I love a lot of ships X. All my muses are 20+ years old. XI. I tend not to format that much. I will try to match the length in my replies and keep my posts trimmed. XII. I use the Japanese names of the characters. You don't have to do the same.

Seto Kaiba Katsuya Jonouchi Ryuji Otogi

Hermos (Canon Div.) Dartz (Canon Div.) Marik Ishtar

Darkness Yusei Fudo Durbe

Z-one (Canon Div.) Paradox (Canon Div.) Fubuki Tenjoin

SOON TO BE ADDED MUSES

Yudias Velgear Zuwijo Zwil Velgear