#not sure if i can say i improved because i was pretty rusty back then (didn't draw for 9 months)
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Hmmm redrew that Saul drawing I did back in november....
#fanart#art#better call saul#bcs#breaking bad#brba#saul goodman#jimmy mcgill#not sure if i can say i improved because i was pretty rusty back then (didn't draw for 9 months)#but it does look better#i really want to get better at drawing but i don't have time and when i do i can't draw.#spending most of my time rotting in bed and doing nothing and it's so annoying#explodes all over you#had to repost this twice on instagram because it wouldn't work and it was so embarrassing âĄ#and i lost all the reach i had which is close to none to begin with#sometimes i wonder why i even bother posting art
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The Roll Reversal Between Sonic And Amy
In Sonic Prime did Sonic and Amyâs rolls get swapped? Because MAN THE IMPLICATIONS IN THIS SHOW IS BOTH SUBTLE AND NOT SUBTLE AT THE SAME TIME.
The reason I say the two hedgehogs rolls are swapped is because one line in the entire show is the only indication of Amyâs crush on Sonic.
Sonic: âYou like meâŚ.To some extent.â Itâs never hinted at in the original Green Hill. Though a funny and random detail I liked is Amy apparently tricked Sonic into getting into the water (Probably to teach him how to swim) and I thought that wouldâve been adorable to see.
Now onto Sonicâs part. Sonic possibly having a crush on Amy shouldnât be a surprise. First of all the implications in actual canon Game/Modern Sonic is increasing more and more in my opinion. Secondly, this showâs version of Sonic is probably the most emotionally driven and affectionate. Heâs not as secretive about how he feels either.
Sonic in episode 8 s2: âWeâre all in this together. And Iâd really think youâd grow to love them as much as I do.â
Onto the small details. We have short, but not hard to miss moments of Sonic justâŚ.staring at the different Roses. Sure, it can be viewed as platonic, but itâs the constant softening his gaze in a bunch of different scenes that didnât have to be added, but was. Itâs all up to interpretation.
Anyways, Sonic and original Amyâs first interaction is with the blue blur coming up to her excitedly and standing in a flirtatious manner. His tone of voice when he says âGot a little sidetracked,â could be interpreted as anything, but how heâs animated makes me pretty sure itâs intentionally flirtatious. Thatâs just me though.
Then we have the flirting teasing at Rusty Rose in the pirate dimension.
Rusty: âNot that anyone will remember you.â
Sonic: âNow youâre just being hurtful.â
Sonic not minding Black Rose hugging him and might even appreciates it.
And almost all the scenes between him and Thorn Rose was ship fuel for me. With Sonic calling her âThorny,â as a nickname. He kept the location of the green shard a secret so Thorn could trust him. Sonic stopped himself from fighting Thorn as much as possible. (The Amy Flashback was adorable) Not to mention the last few scenes with Thorn holding onto Sonic was sweet as well.
Sonic even helped improved the sisters lives.
With Rusty finding her humanity and ability to live without her Flikie.
Thorn regained her broken friendship and trust with the Bose Cage Gang.
And Black Rose became the new leader of her Crew. (I say that knowing it was mostly Dreads redemption that helped, but still)
Sonicâs also the reason for all the Roses to gain a sisterhood. Which was one of the most precious part of the entire show. Season 3 has scenes of them running up to Sonic to make sure heâs alright, and helping Sonic twice by saving the last three pirates from No Place and getting him back home.
And hereâs my favorite detail. I love how Sonic adores Amyâs way of thinking in Prime. When helping Thorn come to her senses, Sonic mentions how the original Amy would handle the situation. Expressing herself and discussing how she feels. The reason I bring it up is because Sonic finds value for Amy being able to do it without issue. Understanding heâs not the best at expressing himself.
Thorn: âI donât know. She sounds pretty great.â
Sonic: âYeah. You are.â
In fact. Sonic thinks so fondly of Amy that the show couldnât end without having him come to her bashfully and calling her, âSweet Amy.â
Also the posing with Sonicâs hand behind his back and feet up doesnât help.
Last thing Iâd like to point out is Sonicâs implied crush on Amy is very subtle and despite all of this can be interpreted as platonic which Iâm fine with. But the thought of a roll reversal between two characters thatâs never experienced it prior to now is awesome to speculate.
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#sonic the hedgehog#amy rose#rusty rose#thorn rose#black rose#sonamy#sonic prime#sonic and amy#sonic x amy#sth#I can NEVER get tired of talking about them#Especially not in a show where itâs SO obvious#THESE MOMENTS WERE SO CUTE
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More Than This Part 2.
Authors Note: I am beyond sorry for the 9 month wait for this. I just lost my motivation for writing but its slowly and surely coming back. Thank you all for being so patient. I hope you enjoy.
Disclaimer: GIF is not mine.
Link for Part 1: More Than This
The last of your salty tears trickle down the bathtub drain as you wrap yourself up in a well-worn motel towel. The shower had done little to improve your mood, switching from hot to cold just as you had been with Steve for the past several weeks. You had been doing so well up until recently, trying to avoid him and your feelings but now that you were sharing a room and bed with him for the night, it was going to be next to impossible to hide the fact that you were hopelessly in love with your best friend.
The rusty faucet dripped little beads of water into the sink despite it being turned off while you carefully applied your make up, hoping Steve and the others wouldnât notice the slight puffiness under your eyes from crying. Admittedly, you were taking a little longer than usual to get ready, making sure your eyeliner was just right, lips perfectly glossed and kissable and your outfit was showing off all your best features, âcause although you felt like utter shit, you didn't want to look like shit too.
As you began to gather up your things, folding the towel back on to the rack, you heard a tap on the bathroom door. âHey, are you almost done in there? I need to take a piss really bad.â Steve said in a seemingly more relaxed tone than earlier. Unlocking the bathroom door, you find your best friend standing shirtless in his Levi's, leaning against the doorframe and you curse him for looking so damn beautiful.
âI did ask if you needed to use the bathroom before I went in.â You huff, quick to brush past him, clothes and make up bundled in your arms as his eyes follow you around the room, nostrils filling with the scent of your vanilla perfume, jaw a little slack as he scanned your body.
Steve couldn't help but notice the little black dress you were wearing along with your signature converse, how it sparkled and fit perfectly on your body, breasts spilling out over the top ever so slightly. He knows itâs wrong to think of you that way, because youâre his best friend and he's seeing someone else but sometimes he wonders if you know just how pretty you are.
âUh, the air cons not working in here, the room's like a god damn sauna.â He informs, scratching the back of his neck, trying to avert his gaze from your frame.
âWell if you hadnât made such a fuss about the sleeping arrangements, at least one of us would have had working air con tonight, Harrington.â You mutter, tucking your things back in to your duffle, pushing by him. Steve presses his tongue to his cheek, realising that whatever the hell was bothering you, wasnât going to disappear anytime soon. Defeated, he shuts the bathroom door, leaving you to finish getting ready alone.
He emerges fifteen minutes later, freshly showered, smelling great and you hate how good he looks in his tight jeans and white t-shirt, hair perfectly in place, not that it wasnât always. It wasn't exactly the attire you expected someone to wear to a Metallica concert, but it was Steve after all, he wasn't exactly into Heavy metal.
You can feel the tension rising between you with each passing minute of silence, unspoken words hanging in the air as his hazel eyes burn a hole through your head while you both walk on eggshells around the small room. With one quick look in the mirror and one final spray of perfume, you grab your purse and head for the front door, not being able to stand the awkwardness a second longer. âIâm gonna go see if the others are ready.â You say, reaching for the door handle but you already hear his footsteps behind you.
âWait, can we just talk for a sec?â Steve pleads, eyes wide with concern when you sigh loudly.
âAbout what?â You ask as he scoffs at your response. âSeriously? Oh, I donât know, maybe about why youâve been acting weird with me all day?â He replies, folding his strong arms and you immediately regret not just walking out of the room to find your friends because you aren't ready to have this conversation with him.
âSteve...â
âNot just today actually, itâs been going on for a while and honestly, I donât know what Iâve said or done to piss you off and believe me, Iâve been racking my brains trying to figure it out. But Iâve obviously done something because youâre so angry at me and.âŚ.â
âIâm notâŚIâm not angry.â You reply, not really knowing what else to say to him.
âYouâre not?â He asks, raising his brows in surprise.
âLook, you havenât done anything to upset me, alright?â You say, giving him a fake smile but heâs not convinced at all.
âCome on, give me some credit here sweetheart. Weâre supposed to be best friends, yeah?â He asks moving closer towards you.
âMhmâ Is all you manage to say when he takes your hand but youâre quick to pull it away again, feeling the heat on your cheeks start to rise, placing a loose strand of hair behind your ear.
âThen what's going on huh? Why are you staying at Robinâs? I really miss you.â Steve confesses with such a mixture of sadness and sincerity that you almost consider telling him everything right there and then but you're not ready to hear that he doesn't feel the same way and so instead, you lie.
âThereâs no big reason, Steve. Robin mentioned that you were on a couple of dates and I didnât want to get in the way of anything, I think itâd be a bit awkward with me in the next room, donât you?â You joke, trying to make an effort with him and you can see the confused expression on his face.
âRobin told you about Tracy?â He asks, surprised by how cool you were being about this, but the minute you hear the name fall from his mouth, he instantly realises Robin never told you who it was he was actually dating.
âWait, did you say Tracy? As in Tracy Turner from high school, thatâs who youâre dating!?â You question, furrowing your brows as Steve takes a step back, sensing the air getting thicker between you again.
âUh, yeah. Sort of, I mean itâs pretty new andâŚâ
"How....when did...where did you even..."
"She was at the video store a few times and I don't know, we were talking one day and she just sort of asked me out." Steve explained nervously.
âAnd you said yes?"
"Well, girls haven't exactly been lining up to date me recently if you hadnât noticed.â He muttered, trying to make a joke out of it but it wasnât working.
"I canât believe youâd date her after what she did to me!â You yell, shaking your head in disbelief.
Tracey Turner had been one of your closest friends, once upon a time. That was until you found her in the back seat of a car with your then boyfriend Matt Anderson. It wasnât that youâd been with Matt for long or even loved him but she was supposed to be your friend and she didnât even apologise for hurting you. Now here she was, a couple of years later trying to take Steve away from you too. Your Steve. Steve, who you actually loved.
âCome on, that was years ago! Sheâs changed since then.â Steve says, panic apparent in his voice when he sees the look in your eyes and he knows heâs said the wrong thing again.
âDonât you dare defend her!â You growl and heâs wincing at how angry you are now. âCan you just calm down for a second?â He begs, hands in the air, surrendering to you immediately, not wanting to fight or upset you anymore than he already had.
âCalm down? My âbest friendâ is dating a girl who FUCKED my boyfriend and you want me to calm down?â You yell, enraged at the new information you've discovered, seeing nothing but visions of them together in your head. Had he slept with her already? Had she occupied your side of Steveâs bed that youâd sleep on when you watched movies late in to the night? Had she seen pieces of your clothing lying around his house? Had she seen the pictures of you and Steve on his bedside table? Had he told her he loved her? Oh god, you were going to be sick.
âIâm sorry, alright? Shit, I didnât think it would be such a big deal.â He exhales, throwing his head back.
âOh really, Steve? If it wasn't such a big deal to you then why didn't you tell me about her, huh?â You ask bluntly as Steve's face begins to harden.
"You didn't tell me about Hargrove."
"Excuse me?"
"You heard me. I had to find out from Henderson that you were dating that asshole and thatâs only because he caught you making out on the couch while you were supposed to be babysitting!â Steve argues and you can't help but laugh at how immature he was being.
"That's completely different, we were barely even friends back then."
âBut we were friends and you knew I hated him but you went out with him anyway!" He fires back, leaning against the old chest of drawers.
"Yeah, only because you were still getting....." You start to say before you stop yourself, realising that you'd almost blown your cover when Steve looks at you confused.
âBecause I was still getting what?â He asks with a heightened interest, just as a knock comes to the door.
âWhat the hell is going on in here, we could hear you yelling outside!â Eddie shouts when you open the door, seeing the distressed look on your face as Steve stood silent, still waiting for your reply.
"Nothing, let's just go." You mutter, moving by your friends to exit the room. "You are SUCH a dingus, dingus." Robin rolls her eyes at Steve before chasing after you, figuring that you've somehow found out about Tracy Turner, praying that you won't be pissed at her for not telling you.
"Yeah, I know Robin, thanks." Steve sighs heavily, trying to follow but Eddie holds him back, placing a hand on his friends chest. "Dude, take it from me, let her cool off for a while."
"Eddie, I need to talk to her man, I need to fix this." He attempts to push by again but the metal head refuses to budge.
"How are you going to fix it Steve, huh? Do you even know what's going on with her?" Eddie questions, as Steve sighs, placing his hands on his hips.
"No, but I guess she told you, yeah? You two looked pretty close in the parking lot earlier." Steve grunts, while Eddie lets out a smug laugh. "Careful big boy, you almost sound jealous."
"I'm not jealous man, I'm just...fuck, I don't know!â He exhales loudly, leaning against the wall of the motel room. âMaybe I am." Steve admits, putting a hand through his hair, slumping to the ground. âI just, I donât know whatâs going on with her yâknow? She's always talked to me about everything and now? I can barely get her to look at me.â Steve sighs as Eddie takes a seat beside his friend, patting him on the shoulder.
âLook dude, thereâs nothing to be jealous about ok? Thereâs nothing going on between us, shit Iâd be so lucky.â Eddie chuckles and Steve feels a sudden feeling of relief wash over him. âSadly, sheâs only got eyes for one lucky son of a bitch and unfortunately, it isnât me.â Eddie smirks, as the other boy lifts his head in a panic.
âSheâs seeing someone?â
âNo dumbass, fuckâ do I really need to spell it out for you?" Eddie asks, his eyes rolling back in his head when Steve still hadn't gotten the hint. âCome on man, youâve gotta know sheâs fucking crazy about you?â
âWhat?â Steve exhales in disbelief as Eddie's words reply in his head. âDid she tell you that?â
âShe didnât have to.â Eddie replies letting out a heavy breath. âSteve man, you didnât see her that night on the lake. You didnât see the fear in her eyes when you got pulled under the water. She jumped in after you so fast, she didn't even look back to see if the rest of us were following."
Steve remembered that night vividly, probably better than anyone else. Hell, there were still nights that he woke up in a cold sweat, thinking those bats were feasting on his flesh. Those were the nights that he missed you the most. How youâd wrap your arms around him, pull him close and tell him everything was ok now. That you could finally all move on with your lives. He missed the feeling of your fingers running through his hair, the sound of your heartbeat as his head rested on your chest. You never told anyone about those nights, heâd made you promise. Cause he had to be strong for the kids.
He thought back to that night in the Upside Down, how he feared he'd never see your face again, that he'd never be able to tell you how he really felt about you. Then suddenly, you were there, eliminating the demobats one by one, tears in your eyes as you ran to him in a panic. He should have told you then, should have made it clear that you meant everything to him but then the others appeared and so he decided to choose another time. A time when you weren't in immediate danger. A time when it was just you and him and fuck, he'd tried to tell you so many times after that but every time he got close to saying it, something stopped him.
Fear.
What if he ruined everything?
What if you laughed in his face?
What if you didn't feel the same way?
What if it didn't work out and you left him like Nancy did?
Steve couldn't bare the thought of losing you, so instead of telling you the truth, he decided to bury his feelings deep down inside. Deciding, that he'd rather have you as a friend than not have you in his life at all. So, when Tracy Turner boldly asked him on a date, he begrudgingly accepted, hoping it would stop him from thinking about you.
It didnât.
âJesus Eddie, Iâve been such an idiot." Steve sighs angrily. "Iâve been trying so damn hard to pretend that I donât have feelings for her instead of just..â
âInstead of what?â Eddie asks as Steve moves his head to look at his friend.
âInstead of telling her that I love her. That Iâve been in love with her since the moment she answered Hendersonâs door three years ago.â He reveals and Eddie lets out the smallest of laughs.
âYeah Harrington, you are an idiot and out of all the dumb shit youâve ever done, pretending you don't love that girl is probably way up there. But from what I can see, sheâs always gonna carry a big olâ torch for you. So come on, go make this right and go get your girl. Iâve got a fuckinâ mosh pit to get to.â
When Steve and Eddie finally get to the entrance gate of the concert, they see Robin pacing back and fourth with a stressed out look on her face and Steve instantly feels a knot forming in his stomach when he realises youâre nowhere in sight.
"What the hell took you both so long?" She yells frantically.
âHad to knock some sense into Harrington here.â Eddie smirks, winking at Robin who offers him a confused glance.
"Where is she?" Steve questions his friend and Robin throws her hands in the air.
"I donât know Steve! She took off by herself with some guy, went in with him, she didn't want to talk to me. She's pissed with a capital P!" Robin yells, angry at her friend for ever telling her that he'd been seeing Tracy Turner. Angry that sheâd been put in the middle of this situation.
"Calm down Robs, we'll find her." Eddie reassures, placing a supportive arm around his friend.
"No, I'll find her, this is all my fault and Iâm going to fix it." Steve says adamantly.
âI think youâre the last person she wants to see right now dingus.â Robin grunts but Steveâs already making a beeline for the entrance to the outdoor concert.
"Harrington!" Eddie yells as Steve takes a quick look back to his friends.
"Don't fuck it up." He shouts as the boy nods back before marching through a sea of bodies.
âWhat the hell is going on?â Robin questions, earning a grin from the metal head standing beside her as he throws a lazy arm over her shoulder.
âFifty bucks says theyâre fucking by the end of the night.â
Thirty minutes later and Steve is no closer to finding you. The darkness beginning to bleed in to the sky, the smell of weed and cheap alcohol lingering in the air as he looks for you in every queue, at every stand but it isn't until he hears the familiar laughter coming from behind him that he finally sees you. Youâre sitting on the ground with a beer in hand, looking very cosy with the attractive tattooed stranger thatâs much too close to you for Steveâs liking and your smile fades immediately when you see the boy standing in front of you.
"What are you doing? I've been looking everywhere for you." Steve asks, clearly annoyed by the presence of the other male beside you.
"I'm just making some new friends, not that it's any of your business." You mutter, taking a sip of your beer.
"This your boyfriend, sweetheart?" The man sitting next to you asks, grinning at Steve who keeps his eyes solely focused on you.
You shake your head instantly. "Nope. He's just a friend, or at least I thought he was."
âCan you please come with me? We really need to talk.â Steve begs, holding out a hand to you but you refuse to move. âWe donât have anything left to talk about.â
âI think we both know that we do.â Steve says, staring at you and youâre sure you see new determination behind his caramel tinted eyes.
"Don't worry about her pretty boy, I'll take good care of her, you go enjoy the show." The man smirks, placing a hand on your thigh as Steveâs jaw clenches.
"Get your hands off of her." Steve warns and suddenly you feel the tension in the air. Your eyes widen as Steve's fists begin to ball up, finally removing his eyes from you to look at the man sitting beside you.
"Why? She just said you're not her boyfriend and I donât see her saying no.â The man responds, finally standing up to meet Steve face to face.
âListen man, sheâs coming with me, alright? Now get out of my face.â Steve threatens and youâre quick to jump to your feet now.
âOr what pretty boy?â The stranger smirks, shoving Steve back before you could get between them.
âSteve, donât!â You warn, as his fist connects with the mans jaw, knocking him to the ground.
âAre you out of your fucking mind?â You yell at your best friend but heâs too focused on the impending retaliation to hear you. But just as the tattooed stranger tries to take a swing at Steve, his arm is dragged back by the security guard who had witnessed the whole altercation, deciding enough was enough,
âYou three, youâre out of here now!â He demands, getting in the middle of the two males who had been fighting over you.
âHe fucking suckered me, dude!â The other boy argues, holding his jaw but the security guard just laughs, ignoring his pleas. âYou shoved me first, pal.â Steve replies smugly as youâre all led to the exit.
You donât even try to defend yourself or make an argument as to why you should be left stay to watch the concert, deciding that going back to the motel was probably for the best, the night had already been ruined for you long ago and you just wanted to be alone.
âHey, where are you going now?â Steve shouts after you, following you back towards the direction of the motel.
âJust go away Steve, havenât you already caused enough trouble for one day?â You fire at him.
âLook, Iâm sorry, I know Iâve been a jerk but I really need to talk to you.â
âI already told you, I donât have anything left to say, so just leave me alone.â You beg but Steve shakes his head, catching up to you.
âI canât do that.â He says as you roll your eyes trying to pass him but he gets in your way again. He was never going to let you walk back to the motel alone in the dark. Not when you were both well aware that things do in fact, go bump in the night.
âSteve, why canât you justâ"
âLook, I know you hate me right now and trust me, I really hate me too. But I just need to know one thing, please? Fuck, Iâll even switch with Robin so you donât have to share a room with me, alright?â He bargains, as you finally give in. The prospect of not having to share a bed with him being too much to turn down.
What? What do you want to know, Steve?â You question, folding your arms as he takes a deep breath before placing his hands on his hips.
âI want to know what you were going to say before Eddie knocked on the door earlier."
"What are you talking about?" You say, eyes widening in panic as Steve lets out a breath, pleading with you to be honest.
âYou know what I'm talking about."
"No, I..."
"When we were arguing and I brought up Hargrove, you said you were only with him because I was still gettingâ?" He questions softly as you shake your head, looking anywhere but at him.
"I don't remember."
"Honey, please justâ"
âI donât remember Steve! So just drop it, ok?â You interrupt, starting to walk away as you hear his voice calling behind you.
âBecause I was still getting over Nancy?â He asks, as your whole body freezes.
How did he know?
When you turn back to face him, heâs still standing there, staring at you, waiting for you to say something. Anything.
âYou really are full of yourself, you know that?â You reply, voice trembling as he begins to close the space between you and you're not sure how much longer you can keep this up.
âIf that's not what you were going to say, then tell me?" .
"Why does it matter?" You question, raising a frustrated brow at him, not understanding why he couldn't just let it go.
"Because I need to knowâ"
"Need to know what Steve? If I had a crush on you three years ago? Fine, ok, yes, I had a crush on you. Who fucking didn't? You were the most popular guy in school! And yeah, I did go out with Billy because I knew you were still getting over Nancy but you know what? I actually liked Billy. He was different with me but he just couldn't stand me being friends with you. He kept saying that I had feelings for you, that what I felt for you was more than a friendship and so he made me choose: him or you.âŚand I picked you.â You reveal, tears beginning to fall from your eyes as you finally decide to be honest with your best friend. âCause all this time, Billy fucking Hargrove was right. I did have feelings for you, even if it took me almost losing you that night on the lake to figure it out." You cry, finally feeling a huge weight lifting from your chest and for the first time in months, you could breathe again.
Steve was frozen, pink lips pursed as he put a hand through his hair, heart aching at your admission and how much it was killing him to see you so upset. He wishes he hadn't been so stupid, hadn't been so afraid of losing you and just told you the truth when he had the chance. Youâd never told him or anyone else why you and Billy broke up, always keeping it to yourself and he was more than a little shocked to realise it was because of him.
Because you chose him.
âI..I didnât know I was the reason you guys broke up.â He confessed, a sorrowful look on his face. âMâsorry.â
âForget about it, it was a long time ago.â You shrugged coldly, hoping this would be the end of the conversation.
"I can't believe you picked me." He whispers as you let out a sarcastic huff, lifting your head to look at him.
"And I can't believe you picked Tracy."
You fire back, turning on your heels to walk towards your motel room, heartbroken, tired of arguing with him, tired of wanting him, tired of loving him and just as you were about to close the door, Steveâs hand stops you from shutting it, from shutting him out, a hurt look in his eyes as he stares at you silently for a moment before speaking.
"You think I picked Tracy over you?" Steve asks with sadness and anger in his voice as you wipe your tears, resting your head on the side of the door.
âSteve, I told you what you wanted to know. Please just-â
âNo! You can't actually think I'd pick her over you?â Steve quizzes again, brows knitted together, voice more stern than the last time he asked.
âWhy not? You wouldnât be the first one.â You reply, referring to your old High School ex boyfriend Matt and Steve scoffs bitterly, hurt at the comparison.
âI canât believe you could even think that, after everything weâve been through, you know me better than that!â
âNo Steve, I thought I knew you better than that! I thought we were best friends and that you would never ever hurt me but then you went and slept with her!â You fume, shoving him backwards as he grabs your arms gently but sternly, holding you in place. Finally letting himself inside, closing the door with the back of his foot.
âI didnât, I didnât sleep with Tracy!â He growls back at you, frustration apparent in his voice as you sneer at him, well aware of the notches on his bedpost. "Oh please, how stupid do you think I am, Steve?"
"I'm telling you the truth!â He snaps, as you get in his face. "Cause you've been so good at that lately, huh Harrington?" You reply, a harsh tone in your voice, refusing to back down.
"Jesus Christ, will you just listen to me for one god damn minute? I havenât had sex with her alright? I couldn't."
"And why is that Steve? Did you realise she's a fuckingâ"
"Because of you!â Steve interrupts loudly, silencing you. "Because I'm in love with you! Because for the past three years since that night you answered Hendersonâs door, itâs only been you.â He finally confesses, cupping your face, begging you to believe him as you see the sincerity written all over his face.
âHoney, do you really think if I had known that you had feelings for meâ if I thought that me and you being together was even a possibility, that Iâd be seeing anybody else?â He questions, as you stare silently at him, heart beating out of your chest as he looks into your eyes. His lips ghosting over your own as you try to catch your breath.
"Then why didn't you tell me?" You manage to ask as he shakes his head and smiles.
"Why didn't you tell me?" He retorts before cupping your face again, taking a deep breath. "I tried to, so many times. But every time I got close to it, I just...got scared." He admits, as you stare at him confused.
"Scared of what?"
"Of you not feeling the same way, of ruining our friendship, of us not working out... I was just scared of losing you." He mutters, lowering his head as you grab his face, forcing him to look at you.
"That would never happen, Steve."
"But it almost did! And it's my fault because I decided to be an asshole and date someone else instead of just telling you that I loveâ" You cut him off, placing your lips on his to stop him from talking but before Steve could even fathom what was happening, you broke the kiss again, resting your forehead on his.
"I love you too, Steve." You whisper, as he pulls you in for another kiss.
There were no words left to say, youâd said them all.
Two hours later, after the concert, Robin and Eddie decided to head back to the motel, having long given up on their search for you and Steve at the venue.
âWhat if sheâs killed him Eddie? What if theyâre fighting so bad that none of us can hang out anymore? What if we have to meet up with them at different times because they canât stand being around each other? What about the kids?â Robin panics as Eddie laughs, rolling his eyes as he knocks on your motel room door.
After a few seconds, when the door remains unanswered, Robin begins to walk towards her own room, anxiety getting the better of her as Eddie continues to wrap on the door resiliently.
âWill someone open the god damn door before Buckley files a missing persons report?â The metal head pleads for his own sanity as he finally hears shuffling on the other side of the door.
His eyes light up and a shit eating grin spreads across his face as Steve finally answers the door, shirtless flushed and struggling to zip up his Leviâs.
âSorry Munson, we were just, uhâŚsleeping.â Steve lies even though he knows itâs pointless. He can hear you giggling under the covers as Eddie notices your underwear on the floor behind Steve.
âAtta boy Harrington, I knew you had it in you.â Eddie winks. âIâll leave you lovebirds get back to sleep. Donât snore too loud, weâre in the next room.â He subtly teases as Steve smirks, quickly closing the door to join you in bed again.
âDid I hear Steve? Are they ok?â Robin asks, as Eddie enters their room smiling.
âOh yeah, theyâre fine. By the way, you owe me fifty bucks Buckley.â
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đis there a fic that you worked *really fucking hard on* that no one would ever know? maybe a scene/theme you struggled with?
So aside from the mbmbam one I also worked my ass off on Sex, Death and Plants or Four Seasons Total Landscaping A Rusty Quill Gaming modern (ish?) AU based around, yes, you guessed it, that. It took me a year to write in installments and the plot was pretty intricate and I loved every second of it but it did very much consume me creatively for that entire year (I only really wrote other fic in RQ fandom during it because I was focused on it). Lots of fun, if you like Zoscar and Rusty Quill Gaming then you'll probably love it but if you have no idea what it is it will completely bemuse you :D.
đgive yourself a compliment about your own writing
ANOTHER COMPLIMENT? Uh well, um. I think I write characters I don't like well. There are characters in a lot of the fandoms I love that I actively hate (Sebastian in DA is the one that comes to mind immediately) but I try to make sure I'm not just writing theme off when I put them into fic, and I think I do it well!
đwhy is writing important to you?
Good question. It's what I do best, I think, out of everything I've ever done creatively, writing is the one thing I've always come back to and known that I'm consistently good at it. Yeah, I have my ups and downs about my stuff and sometimes I think things that I've WRITTEN are less than perfect, but I'm confident that I'm good and that I can continue to improve and tbh there aren't that many other things in my life that I can say that about.
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Rid in no way do I want to sound offensive okay?? I hope this wonât come across as that but girl that latest chapter of C&F WAS JUST TOO GOOD!!! YOUR WRITING IS GETTING BETTER AND BETTER.
Before it was difficult for me to follow the story because the flow is different from the other stories you know? Obviously its a royal fic, and the setting was idk maybe from 1800s or 1700s so how its written is different and made use of older (??) deeper words but this last chapter was wow im so in lurvvvv and every scene was important!
I love how JK was just head over heels in love with oc like saying i love you so many times, how heâs not scared to show his jealousy, or anxiousness or fear like this man will bare his soul to oc if oc asks him to wew
I love OC how quick she is to understand whatâs going through jkâs mind, how sheâs able to quell his jealousy and stress and reassure him how much she loves him even if or despite of.
Iâm scared actually feels like a sign and maybe a reminder for oc when they uhm go through the most challenging time of their marriage soon⦠𫣠but well we need slice of life. Marriage is not rainbows and butterflies as what they say right.. something just gotta give
Hana sweet girl!! I love how you describe her looks from dad and personality from mum! A perfect mix for sure!! When she grows to be more beautiful than oc, jk will be at the gates fending off suitors already đ
Ah i love her!! I imagine her and oc wearing cute and identical dresses and her asking oc to fix her hair same as her mum and they dance and twirl around while JK looks on his pretty pretty girls!!
Thank you for coming back! Iâve waited so many months for you and youâre here again. Ily ily! I hope as always that life will treat you well my baby Rid â¤ď¸
first sentence giving me a heart attack as usual, y'all are such cruel jokesters lmaooo đ hehehe honestly so happy to hear my writing is improving!!!! i thought i'd be rusty by now, since i hadn't written properly in so long, but so many of you said it's gotten better and that's one of the best things one can say to an author.
yesss, c&f is definitely different from my usual writing style! i really mentally jump into the 19th century for it, so my language and dialogues change quite a bit. jk is a certified simp, for surreeee! i think 'i love you' doesn't suffice for him, but since there's nothing else that's able to express his feelings for her, he just repeats this over and over haha. their connection is just ugh <3
sheâs able to quell his jealousy and stress and reassure him how much she loves him even if or despite of.
you said it beautifully ily đ let's hope she keeps that mindset in the next part, too bc it definitely not rainbows and sunshine ha ha ha
yeahhh, jk already creates scenarios in his head for when hana will be older and fawned over by multiple boys lmaoooo i do love her so much, too. my (their) sweet lil baby 𼺠PLS NOW THAT YOU SAID THAT I NEED A SCENE OF HANA AND OC DANCING TOGETHER HELP.
thank you so much for being here and for waiting for me. i'm so glad to be back, as well. i love you a lot and i hope you're happy and healthy, bby <3
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Late Night DriveÂ
skate rat!suna x readerÂ
When you accepted Sunaâs confession, you did not know that it also meant accepting to go on a late night car ride with him to the other side of town to vandalize some old skate park that âbelongedâ to a bunch of guys he didnât like. (wc: 2330)
warningsÂ
anal, squirting, overuse of pet names, reader has female anatomy, use of daddy, sex in public but thereâs no one around, overstimulation, this is kinda really fluffy, cervix fucking, use of the word cunny, let me know if i missed anything! not proofread yetÂ
note from the authorÂ
 i really enjoyed writing this so i hope you guys will like it! let me know what i can improve.Â
âAre you sure you wanna do this?â you asked as you sat yourself down on the passenger side of your boyfriendâs car.
âOf course, princess, when have I ever not been sure of something?â he responded with a sly grin on his face.
â âm just saying we could be in a lot of trouble if we get caught.â
âWe wonât.â he made sure you put your seatbelt on and started the car âAnd if we do, you could just show them your tits and-â the punch you landed on his arm stopped him from finishing his sentence.
âYouâre horrible.â you mumbled under your breath.
He didnât respond, opted to offer you a chuckle and a squeeze to your thigh instead.
Suna was quite the phenomenon and youâd be lying if you said that you didnât have a crush on him prior to his confession. Truth be told, you had no idea he was into you; thatâs why his confession came in as such a shock. You thought he was joking, so you lightly laughed when he spilled his heart out to you on a friday afternoon in a park near Inarizaki High. But the frown on his face and broken look in his eyes showed in every way possible that he was, in fact not lying. Thatâs why you quickly apologized and accepted his confession before admitting your own feelings towards him. You knew what kind of student he was and what he did in his free time, but you had no idea that he would ever drag you down with him in his rebellious tendencies.
After a few minutes of small talk backed up by Sunaâs late night music playlist, you two arrived at the infamous abandoned skatepark. He got a bag full of spray paint cans from the backseat and handed you a pretty pink one.
âThought of you when I bought itâ he said after putting a black hoodie on.
A smile appeared on your face. âOh how romantic of you my dear Rinnie.â
âShut up.â he grumbled before getting out of the car.
After putting on one of his hoodies that he left purposely in the car for you, you got out and followed his footsteps. The place lived up to its name, it was abandoned. The rails were rusty, the bowls were full of dirt and weeds and the ramps seemed impossible to skate on. But, for some reasons that were unknown to you, not a single graffiti could be found on any surface. Your lovely boyfriend seemed to be the first one who had the idea of giving the palace new colours. Â
âWhy do people even come here? Seems gross to me.â you said as you took a closer look to the middle of one of the bowls. You swore you could smell death from it.
Suna shook the spray can he was holding. âDunno.â He took your arm with his free hand and dragged you away from the bowl. âJust know they care a lot about this place for some reason. Come on now, I donât wanna spend the night here.â
You followed him (not like you had a choice) and got ready to do your own share of damage. Suna giggled as he spray painted dicks and curse words all around the oh-so-important place and you could do nothing else than roll your eyes at his childish actions while you painted neon pink doodles. As you watched him paint a curse word that you were sure could not be found in any dictionary, you realize how deep in love you were with that man. Thoughts about your future together started fogging your brain and you could feel your cheeks heat up at the idea of spending the rest of your days with him.
âBabe look at- Whatâs wrong?â your arms suddenly flew around his waist and your face found place on his chest.
âJust thinking about how much I love you.â
You felt Suna relax as he placed a kiss on the top of your head.
âI love you too, baby, but look at what I just painted!â he turned you around, excited to show you his new artwork (if you could call it that).
It took about another twenty minutes for him to be completely satisfied with his new art piece. The place was definitely more colourful now, you had to admit that. Suna threw his cans and yours in his backpack and walked back to his car, hand in hand with yours.
He unlocked his door only and threw his backpack in the back as you waited for him to unlock your door so you could get it, but it seemed like he had other plans on how to end the night.
He walked around the car and reached to you, caging you between him and the car, arms on each side of your head.
âWhat are you doing?â you huffed.
He leaned down and licked the shell of your ear. âJust rewarding my princess for helping me tonight.â he whispered before leaving a trail of kisses down your neck.
Taking a hold of your shoulders, he moved you onto the hood of his car, bending you down against it. His hand moved from your shoulders to down your spine before finally squeezing your ass through your thin leggings.
âBeen so good to me tonight, think you deserve a rewardâ he gave your ass a light squeeze.
âY-yeah Rin, please.â it was crazy how that man managed to always make you forget how to talk.
As he knelt down on the concrete, he didnât care about how you didnât address him properly, he didnât care about the little rocks that were digging in his knees through his sweatpants, all he cared about was making you feel good. He pulled down your leggings and panties, down enough for him to have a proper look at your already drenched pussy. He hummed to himself and thanked God, the Universe or whatever divine entity that was the reason for you to be in his life.
He didnât waste any time and brought a finger to your already gaping hole, playing with it as he watched in awe at how much wetter you were getting from his ministrations.
âMy little slut is getting turned on because sheâs gonna get fucked in public?â he spoke âYouâre so messy, princess, wish you could see this yourself.â
âAh-â you jolted as you felt a finger penetrate you, âdonât tease me, daddy.â
â âm not teasing, doll, youâre just eager.â
He removed the finger that was just in you and brought it to his mouth, sucking and licking at your juices that stuck to it.
âYou always taste so good. Gonna let me have another taste, baby? Gonna let me eat your pretty cunny out in public?â
You whimpered. âYes, yes yes, daddy please, wanna feel your mouth on me.â the cold metal of the hood started feeling really hot under your burning cheek.
âWhatever princess wants, princess gets.â
Suna gave a lick with a flat tongue to your labia, gathering your wetness in his mouth before wrapping his lips around your clit. His tongue switched from playing with your little bundle of nerve to licking your hole. The stimulation drove you crazy, you could feel yourself become closer at every flick of his tongue on your clit. He suddenly removed his mouth from your pussy and switched his tongue for his fingers. The sensation made you squeal from surprise. Three of his fingers were now filling your hole while his thumb took care of stimulating your hardened clit.
âGonna try something, doll, alright?â
Too busy chasing your high, you nodded eagerly. You had no idea what he was saying, the only information you picked on from his voice was that he asked you a question and you trusted Suna with all your heart. Thatâs why your whole body jolted when you felt a finger press against the ring of your asshole.
âRin!â
âShh, focus on how good Iâm making you feel. Can feel you clenching around my fingers, puppy, this is gonna make you feel even better.â
He spat against your hole and allowed the tip of his finger to go past the rim. The sensation was nothing like anything youâve ever felt before but you couldnât say you didnât like it. You only were closer to your climax when you felt his finger try to go deeper.
âFuck! Daddy!â you screamed as you gushed around his three digits.
âThatâs a good girl, fuck.â Suna praised. âFuck, you never came so hard. I knew that you were a slut but I didnât know you were such a dirty one.â he teased as he let you ride out your orgasm. âJust need a finger in your other hole to make you squirt, uh?â his dirty words made you whine in protestation, you didnât even know you could cum like that.
You pushed his hand away when the rubbing against your clit made you feel too overstimulated.
âStop it daddy⌠âs too much.â
He got up and manhandled you onto your back.
âI know baby, just need to feel you cum around my cock now. Can you do that for me? Gonna be a good doll and squirt on my cock? Promise this will be all for tonight.â
You nodded weakly, still trying to get over the aftershock of the powerful orgasm you just had. He grinned at you and leaned down to kiss your mouth, leaving a small taste of yourself on your lips. His hands reached down for the hoodie you were wearing and the shirt underneath it, he pulled both up enough to have a view on your pretty tits.
âKnew you were not wearing a bra.â he gave a playful pinch to your nipples.
You whined and pushed his hands away before reaching down to the band of his sweatpants to remind him of what he was supposed to do with you.
âYouâre so impatient, princess, youâre lucky I love youâ he mumbled.
Your heart warmed up at his words, they were like a little reminder that you were his and he was yours. âI love you too, daddy.â
He completely took your legging off and pulled his sweatpants and boxers down to his thighs. His cock was hard and red, the mere sight of it was enough to make you drool. Bringing a hand around its base, Suna started to run his tip over your puffy clit, allowing his cock to be coated of your wetness.
âYouâre so shamelessly messy, puppy.â he moaned as he put the tip in, âand so fucking tight. God, no matter how many times I fuck you- you were made to take my cock, right doll? No one elseâs.â
âHmm- Only yours daddy! âWas made to only take youâ
He groaned as he bottomed out, the wetness of your previous orgasm making it so much easier. Remembering how hard you came earlier, he started fucking you harder with the only goal in mind to make you gush as hard as he just did. The tip of his cock was kissing your cervix and reaching that one spongy spot only him could reach. You were seeing stars- figuratively and literally.
âDaddy youâre so deepâ you moaned.
âI know baby, but you love it right? You love having me this deep. Say it.â
âI love it daddy! No one- no one else can fuck me like you do.â
Satisfied with your answer, Suna didnât take mercy on you and started pounding harder into your gummy walls. Feeling you clench around him, he spat on your hardened clit and started toying with it with his thumb, just like you liked. The added stimulation only heightened your senses. You could feel everything, from the way his thumb was rubbing circles around your clit to the hard vein on his cock that felt painfully good every time he thrusted into you. Before you knew it, your orgasm started building up in you much more powerful than the one you previously had.
âDa- Daddy âm gonna make a mess again.â
âYeah? Gonna gush around me? Come on pretty I know you can do it, gonna make your pretty little cunny cum.â
His other hand started toying with your hard nipple and that pushed you over the edge, cunt spasming around him and juices squirting on his old black hoodie, you came on the hood of your boyfriendâs old car. You moans were nothing compared to the grunts and groan that left Sunaâs mouth, he seemed to be enjoying this more than you did.
âFuck, youâre so perfect.â a few more thrust inside your walls were enough for him to spill his load into you.
He leaned down on you and hugged you, chest pressed against yours. You two stayed like that for a second, in a comfortable silence just enjoying each otherâs presence. After a while, he pulled out of you with a wince as he saw his cum spill out of your hole. He was quick to pick up your leggings and panties and helped you put them back on.
âDonât waste precious cum.â he said as you pulled your leggings up.
âMaybe if you stopped fucking me raw-â
âShh, you love it.â
He pressed a kiss to your temple and opened the car door for you.
âGet in, weâre getting food.â
You excitedly clapped your hands, ready to spend some more time with him.
âAnd then weâre going back to my house, really gotta make you squirt again.â
âYouâre a fucking perv, Suna Rintarou.â
âYouâre in love with this perv.â
You smiled, because that was the complete truth.
na: sorry for the rushed ending im exhausted </3Â
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At-Home Fitness Equipment to Invest In This Summer đđ¸đĽĽđ´
If you havenât seen my two previous posts about my dream girl journey and reinventing myself, I spoke briefly about my desire to go on a fitness journey to transform myself before the incoming school year. Most of the things I plan to link below are on Amazon.
I used to work out on a consistent basis but of course, life got in the way and I unfortunately became very lazy and slightly out of shape (for my liking and compared to what I used to be.) Iâd like to get back to that and Iâm on the path to incorporate fitness into my daily routine. And honestly, whatâs fitness without cute fitness equipment and cute outfits to work out in.
⥠From waist trainers to mats and everything in between âĄ:
A brand new waist trainer because you can never be too snatched: I own a waist trainer or sweatband (I suppose they arenât really the same thing) but my first one is just a bit old and is due for a replacement. Click here for the link to this waist trainer.
Ankle weights: if Iâm going to work out in the comfort of my own home I always want to make sure Iâm getting the gains I need. Click here for the link to these ankle weights.
Adjustable dumbbells: beats buying a whole set and these are honestly super cute, I always wanted to make sure my arms were toned, while arms like Serenaâs are still desirable toned is still good enough for me. Click here for the link to these adjustable dumbbells.
A weighted jump-rope: So, hereâs the joke⌠I canât jump rope, Iâve never been a jump rope girl, I was a hula-hoop girl. But in the name of cardiovascular health Iâm going to allow myself to be a beginner, we all must start somewhere, even if itâs not the third-grade playground. Click here for the link to this weighted jump rope.
This 64 oz water jug: Like they say in that one movie from 2009 called Minor Details, âHydrate, Hydrate, Hydrateâ Iâm not sure why I remember that but I do and I have for several years. Click here for the link to this 64 oz water jug.
A set of pink resistance bands of course: Like I said previously, If Iâm going to work out at home I should certainly invest in equipment thatâs going to help me see the results I want. I own a resistance band already but then again, ânothing exceeds like excessâ. Click here for the link to these resistance bands.
A yoga mat: Y'all ever tried to work out on the floor without a yoga mat, particularly tile or wooden flooring, and felt like your tailbone was being ripped out with a pair of rusty pliers, exactly, letâs not repeat that. Invest in a yoga mat. Click here for the link to this nice yoga mat.
⥠Proper Workout Attire Is Nothing But Essential âĄ:
Places to look for cute workout attire:
⥠Amazon
⥠Shein
⥠Fabletics
⥠Gymshark
⥠Pretty Little Thing (PLT)
⥠Fashion Nova
⥠Pacsun
⥠Walmart
⥠Boohoo
⥠Forever 21
⥠Nike
⥠Old Navy
⥠ASOS
âĄAdidas
⥠Take Note of your fitness goals âĄ:
Make sure you take note of your fitness goals, things like what you want to work on to improve yourself, what you envision your body to look like after you hit those goals and make sure that you do research on people who have workout routines that are accessible to you to reach those goals. DONâT get in the habit of comparing yourself to others whose bodies you find desirable, if youâre in a low place and youâre easily made insecure try getting off of social media prior to workouts or try unfollowing and unsaving media of people who you constantly compare yourself to. If you need to look at some beautiful bodies Iâve got a pinterest board all about body goals here.
As Always, Stay Pretty, - đ
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I just had an idea plaguing me involving sensory deprivation, what if just Dream goes hard on jumping on lava too much, Warden just blockades that lava with obsidian, it goes on for months, and when they discovered that its far too long, Dream has long broken anything he can break despite the mining fatigue, there's no light, just a perfect square box of obsidian and one block of water, they find the one they trapped in soltitude either in the corner farthest from the water, or in the water, Dream being too deprived of anything other than the heat of the blocks or too used in the wetness of the pool that is often in near boiling temps.
(If its alright can I go for anon XP?)
XP
RIGHT,, the cell is such a terrible place i cant imagine that staying somewhere like that would be good for ANYONE for extended periods of time ,, on top of the already abysmal human interaction that place. is such a hellhole. (and sure thing XP!)Â
i kinda took this in a completely different (and fluffier) direction, but yeah !! post-prison c!dream is gonna have a lot to work through LMAOÂ
tw: sensory overload, mentioned injuries (aftermath of torture), panic attacks, sensory deprivation and self-destruction in ask
âShit!â
Techno watches quietly as Dream stumbles into the couch (again) and bursts into a flurry of curses (again). Ever since leaving the prison, Dreamâs been improving substantially, had grown strong enough to start moving outside of his room a week or so back, and his injuries seem to be manageable enough today for the other man to actually walk around instead of staying in bed the entire day. By all means, it should be a decent day; Dream groans, again, flopping onto the couch and immediately burying his hands in his hair, which seems to be as good of a sign as any that it isnât one.
âHey, nerd,â Techno walks over, not missing the way Dream flinches at the sound of his voice, burying his head further into the cushions of the couch heâs lying on. âWhatâs up?â
âThe sky,â Dream mutters, sounding murderous, and Techno reevaluates again. If his rival is feeling good enough to snark, then heâs probably not doing too bad.
âThatâs the oldest reply in the book to that question, you know,â he drawls, deadpan, as he goes to get some breakfast for himself and a glass of water, at least, for his disgruntled guest, âIâm almost disappointed.â
âSorry if Iâm a bit rusty. Itâs hardly like there was any way to practice socializing in the prison,â Dream huffs, annoyance coloring his words. âIâd hardly consider Quackity a good conversation partner.â
âFair enough.â He reaches for the pitcher, filling the glass halfway with water and grabbing a straw from counter to place in the cup. Dream groans again, ignoring him as he puts the glass down on the table at the end of the couch. He makes no move towards it, and Techno watches him for a few seconds, trying to decide whether or not the concern is worth it. Babyrage, Chat states sagely, and Techno shakes his head. Probably not.
âYou should probably drink some water,â Techno says before leaving to go train, because heâs a decent person and wants to help even if he has no idea how to handle the pile of person lying unresponsive on his couch at the minute, grumbling to himself and completely ignorant of everything outside of his own little bubble, âIâm going to go out and train for a bit.â
Unfortunately, when he comes back, the water is still full and Dreamâs still lying on the couch, though heâs moved slightly from the morning. Where heâd been relatively splayed out earlier, legs straight and arms in front of him much like a stretching cat, heâs all hunched up into a ball now, arms crossed over the back of his head and knees tucked under his chest. Technoâs half convinced that the other is sleeping, but the sound of the door closing has him curling even more into himself with a full-body flinch that has him hesitating in the middle of hanging his cloak up. Chat yells at him, not making his life any easier
babyrage?
Dream crying?
is he okay?
E E E E
âDream?â Dream jerks back, again at his words, arms pressing tighter over his head, and Techno frowns at the clear negative reaction. Yeah, Dream has times where heâd be panicking too hard to realize that the person calling for him is an ally and not an enemy, but this doesnât look exactly like a panic attack, or anything heâs seen from the other man before. He looks more - frustrated, almost, but not exactly, something more desperate clinging to the ways he moves and the curl of his spine as he huddles into himself on the couch. Chat, as it usually does when heâs faced with any problem that canât be immediately solved with a sword, goes to its only other option.
call phil
Phil !!
dadza
philza Pog
âQuiet, Chat,â he mutters to himself, frowning when Dream seizes, again, at the sound. âFine. Weâll call Phil.â
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Phil enters the house with a relatively bemused expression, one of his crows perched, self-satisfied, on the top of his hat, and Techno winces around Chatâs usual overenthusiastic greeting as Phil and his crows ease themselves into the hallway. His eyes flick to Dream, who has yet to move from his ball on the couch, and Philâs gaze follows his own.
âHe alright, mate?â Phil frowns, and Technoâs hand raises to the back of his neck sheepishly.
âHe seems fine, physically, but heâs been on the couch all day,â he shrugs. âItâs pretty normal for the nerd, but he seems a little- more out of it, than normal, and Chat recommended calling you, and-â he falters, flailing his arms in a helpless attempt to explain. âYeah.â
Phil, being Phil (and by that, he means being the best person on this entire hell of a server), takes his explanation with little questioning and moves towards the unmoving lump on the couch, leaving Techno to trail awkwardly behind, surrounded on all sides by a flurry of black feathers. Dream hardly moves on the couch, making some sort of strangled noise that could be a âHi Philâ and could just be a low groan. Phil watches him with a quizzical look for a few seconds before looking up at Techno.
âTechno, can you close the blinds for a second? I want to try something.â
âUh,â Techno shrugs, going to the windows. Anything for Phil, Chat chants, and well, heâs not exactly going to disagree. âSure.â
A few minutes later, the windows are all closed, the smallest slivers of light shining through the closed curtains and into the otherwise dark room. On the couch, Dream visibly loosens, just a little, and Phil smiles.
âThatâs what I thought.â Phil turns back to Dream, pitching his voice low. âThat better, mate?â
Dream makes another incomprehensible sound, but this one sounds much more agreeable and less like the other man is on the verge of murdering someone, and Technoâs kind of floundering, but whoâs to judge? Phil! Chat chants again, philza Pog and here, at least, their sentiments match his own. Phil is just magic, sometimes. It happens.
Phil laughs, low and soft, looking over at him from the corner of his eye.
âI think it was just too loud for him, mate,â he says, guiding them out of the room into the hallway, and Technoâs confusion must show on his face because Philâs hands move in front of him, gesturing vaguely as he explains. âI doubt the cell had a lot of- sights, or sounds, and he was stuck in there for a while. Everything out here is so different- his brain mustâve just shorted out. Overloaded.â
Overload- sensory overload- oh. That makesâŚa lot more sense.
Chat immediately starts screaming, and Techno grumbles, feeling a headache of his own creeping up from the back of his skull. âQuiet, Chat, you guys werenât all that helpful either,â Phil laughs again, used to his tirades against Chat, and fondness swells in his chest even as he focuses on the crowds spamming E and not pog in his head again. âAnd to be fair, sensory overload looks way different from the outside compared to when youâre the one going through it.â
Even through the usual annoyance at Chat, Techno feels for Dream - overload is annoyingly common phenomenon for him, between the mess that makes up Chat and his usual mess of a brain, and he sympathizes with the days where his skull feels too small for his brain and everything is edging on the side of too loud and too bright. He feels a little dumb for not realizing it earlier, and Chatâs repeated calls of L are hardly making him feel better, but oh well. As long as there isnât anything seriously wrong with the nerd.
Heâll have to look into some ear muffs or something in the meantime.
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Congratulations on the milestone! đđđ I'm just going to send a single word your way and see what comes of it... Pirates. đ
aklsjdskdjf You have NO idea how much I was hoping someone would prompt pirates!! XD I loved the excuse to play in this world some more, and ended up with an entire oneshot haha
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The boat rocks gently with the motion of the waves, a sensation that Jason has long since adapted to. He hasnât had trouble finding his sea legs since he was a twelve-year-old cabin boy for then-Captain Wayne. Thereâs a big difference, however, between standing on a rocking deck under a bright sun, and sitting on the floor of a brig with a single dingy window for light.
Thereâs at least six layers to the grime clinging to his skin now, made all the worse by the dusty pile of straw that serves as his bed, but the water he gets with his meals has to be carefully rationed. Heâs not sure how much Drake would care if he became dehydrated, or how long the shipâs stores have to last before they need to pillage another vessel or dock or⌠whatever Drake does to restock. Jason truly isnât sure anymore, and while the other man has been a thorn in his side for years, heâs also a bit of an enigma.
No one knows where Drake came from, nor why he carries out seemingly random raids, and Jasonâs unwilling stay on his vessel has done little to clear that up. Drake visits him daily to taunt him, bringing plates of bland food and playfully asking questions about Naval movements that he knows Jason wonât answer.
Jason wishes he could say he hates seeing the pirate. Wishes that Drake could be more conventionally cruel, give him something to truly loathe, but the isolation has been having no small effect on his psyche, and after ten days alone Jason craves even the short moments of irksome interaction that Drake gives him.
The long hours alone have done more to wear him down than anything else Drake could have concocted, and heâs not even sure itâs intentional. Drakeâs busy, after all, and heâs been very careful to keep his crewâs identities a secret over the years. It makes sense to not let them interact with someone who may be ransomed back to the enemy, assuming Drake doesnât have something else planned.
Jason fingers the thin lines scratched into the wood by his thigh. Itâs still too early in the day to scratch in the next, but he wants something to do. He knows better than to give into the temptation, though. The days pass more quickly when he can look forward to scratching another mark into the floor at sunset.
Distantly, he hears shouts from the deck, words indistinguishable but carrying the distinct tone of stress. Is there a storm gathering on the horizon?
The distant barking of orders carries on for a long while before the stomping of boots descending the stairs makes him sit up straighter. Something is happening, and he doesnât know if thatâs a good thing or a bad thing.
Drake turns the corner and Jason feels a tendril of real alarm curl in his gut. Even if thereâs not a storm on the horizon, thereâs more than enough dark anger in Drakeâs expression to mean trouble. He stalks over to the door of the cell and produces a key, which has Jason scrambling to his feet. All of their interactions have been through the bars in the past, even sliding the meal trays and chamber pot through a small opening. With the way Drake looks⌠Jasonâs not entirely sure heâs not about to die.
The door groans as it opens, rusty hinges protesting. Drake pauses for a moment, taking in Jasonâs wary stance and the tension in his shoulders.
Jasonâs mobility has been pretty limited thanks to the manacle tethering his wrist to the wall, but heâs kept up with the exercises that he can do around it and was plenty strong before his capture. He can give Drake a real fight if it comes down to it.
âIf you value your life⌠if you have any desire to not be tortured to death in gruesome ways, you will cooperate with me. Clear?â Drakeâs tone is cold and serious.
âWhy should I trust you?â Jason retorts. Drakeâs not outright threatened him before, but there have been plenty of implications and attempts to tease him with ways to âimprove his stay.â
Drake snorts, a hint of that teasing smirk slipping back on his face. âDonât trust me, just trust that youâre more valuable to me alive than dead.â
Jason takes a shuddering breath. That⌠fits the narrative Drake has been building around him. âFair enough.â
Nodding sharply, Drake produces another key. âTry to fight me, and Iâll have you hogtied, gagged, and thrown in a box with the cargo,â he says mildly, reaching for the heavy metal encasing Jasonâs wrist.
Tellingly, Jason doesnât so much as step towards the door until Drake nudges him towards it.
His legs feel shaky going up the stairsâjogging in place is no match for being able to just walk around throughout the dayâbut they make it up to the deck without incident. The sun is blinding after spending so long without it, and Jason has to squeeze his eyes shut as spots dance across his vision.
âKeep your head down,â Drake murmurs, grabbing Jasonâs arm to pull him across the deck.
Jason tilts his face to the ground and blinks rapidly, trying to clear his vision before heâs locked away again. Surreptitious glances from the corner of his eye reveals the crew in their usual mix of terrifying masks and colorful scarves, identities carefully hidden away. Theyâre rushing about trying to⌠tie up the sails? Jason blinks, turning his head just a little more to the side to try and figure out why theyâd do that.
Thereâs no dark clouds on the horizon, but thereâs a little smudge in the distance that he canât quite decipher before Drake hisses at him and he looks back down at the deck.
Heâs pulled through two sets of doors on the other end of the ship, then Drake drops his arm and turns towards a basin resting on a trunk in⌠his room.
Jason stills.
Heâs in the Captainâs quartersâDrakeâs quartersâand there is very definitely something bad going on because why was he brought to Drakeâs personal quarters?!
Thereâs a bed pushed into one corner and a desk in the other with a bookshelf next to it. A few more trunks, some paintings, a small dining table in the middle, and a place where there might have been a decorative sword hanging in the past⌠itâs honestly decorated quite tastefully, and Jason is left even more confused than before.
âHere.â Drake turns away from the tall trunk revealing a basin of water, some soap, and a stack of linen. âWash up as best you can and change into those clothes. Hide what youâre wearing under the bed, and be quiet.â Drake glares at him. âIf you break anything, itâs not going to be me that kills you.â
That brings up a whole new host of questions, but Jason dutifully bites them back and nods. At least heâll be able to scrub some of the old sweat off his skin.
âGood.â Drake nods sharply and heads back for the door, pausing just as heâs stepping over the threshold. âOh, and Captain Todd?â
Jason doesnât like the devious smile that curls over Drakeâs lips.
âIf anyone asks, youâre my lover.â
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the prince.
knj / myg / jhs / ksj / pjm / kth / jjk
x
the first time jung hoseok met the commanderâs daughter is on the training ground.
at the age of 9, sheâs swinging the wooden sword like sheâs meant to dance on the battlefield.
she welcomes him with a different kind of enthusiasm than those noble kids do when the palace arranged for them to meet at tea time.
she grins as she charges at him and she laughs when he trips on air as heâs about to strike her.
âyouâre pretty good for a beginner.â she says and he pouts.
âi canât even hold a sword properly.â
she stands in front of him with her tiny, calloused hands on her hips as if sheâs about to fight him, âyouâre willing to learn and thatâs more than i can say for the other spoilt brats. especially the princes.â
little does she know, heâs one of his fatherâs princes.
x
he meets her again and again and again. so much so, heâs memorized her little tricks of looking at the opposite direction sheâll struck him, of her attentive eyes on his facial expressions and of her grin widening as she delivers her finishing blow.
even if he saw it coming, he could never block it.
he ends up sitting on the dirt ground, looking up at her magnificent beauty as the sun casts a halo over her body.
âyou improved,â she says and she always says this after the final spar of the day, hand outstretched to help him up.
with his heart thumping inside his chest, he takes her hand knowing that heâll attribute to the rosy flush on his face to the intense training session they just had.
and he thought heâd go on attending the training and blushing like a complete idiot like this for a long time.
x
âiâm joining the war,â she announces a bit too casually, âi wonât be as good as my dad but even the higher ups canât ignore my skills.â
hoseok like to think of himself as a mild tempered person. doesnât dream too high and always wishes for the best of those around him.
but when he heard that his -
his -
fuck.
he doesnât even know what they are.
but when he heard that sheâs joining the war, he ended saying something he shouldnât have.
it starts with a âdonât goâ.
to which she responds with a ruffle of his hair, âdonât worry, iâll come back with the enemyâs head for the emperor and youâll be able to say youâre friends with the war hero. isnât that something to boast about?â
âhow sure are you that youâll come back?â itâs the first time heâs ever looked straight in her eye when theyâre not swinging wooden swords at each other.
sheâs an expert who well and able to hold a real sword. the only reason they spar with a wooden one is because of hoseok.
he knows heâs still lacking.
he knows he wonât make the cut even if he tried enlisting.
â...doubt my skills, are you?â sheâs saying something but heâs barely listening.
âthe war...it isnât a playground. you could get killed!â he explodes like a ticking time bomb.
x
the next time he sees her is at the farewell parade, the sun rays trapped in the glint of her silver armor.
all he recalls is her grin down turning and her eyes widening as she locks gaze with him.
her, as a loyal subject and him, as the prince whose country sheâs going to war for.
itâs the first time heâs seen tears in her eyes.
x
hoseok goes on weeks without the news of war but when a messenger arrives, itâs never a news to celebrate about.
âwhat news of the battlefront?â he struts right into the chancellorâs office like he owns the place.
âyour highness, you canât keep asking me classified information just to make sure your sweetheart is still alive and well.â namjoon sighs.
when doesnât even deny the reason heâs flushed pink at the word and continue to wait until namjoon relays what he came here for, the latter looks down grimly.
âone of the two youngest lieutenants was reported to suffer a serious blow in the abdomen.â
hoseok thinks his heart drops, words of the letter he received from her last month detailing her excitement for being appointed the youngest lieutenant along with a comrade, burning at the back of his head.
itâs around three weeks ago that he stopped receiving those crumpled up pieces of papers and childâs scribbles.
x
he goes on like a ghost, drifting through the palace. the wooden sword hangs on the wall of his room. he hasnât been training for a long time. not since he heard the news of her possible death.
he confines himself to the library where he buries himself in bled scriptures and a world far away from the reality heâs forced to face.
that is, until he receives her first letter in a long while.
sheâd been promoted to commander where she was able to fight alongside her father.
âi didnât think having a to fight with my father on the battlefield would be this hard. iâm always worrying about him. i think i know now why you were so against me joining the war.â
as sheâs doing her best in the war, hoseok, like a phoenix rising from the ashes, finds himself joining hands with the chancellor, advising the emperor of the internal affairs and filtering out the corrupted nobles.
he wants you to come back to an empire you can say youâre proud of fighting for.
x
the war lasts for five years.
the next time he sees you is when you march in with your commanding army, the head of the enemyâs general presented to the emperor.
âwhat is your wish? i shall grant you one for ending the war.â seokjinâs delighted voice booms across the throne room.
she doesnât look up, doesnât even look at hoseok whoâs eyes are pricking with tears as grounds himself.
he canât be running over and hugging you like heâs seeing a ghost.
âsire, i may appear insolent for asking this.â her voiceâs changed.
it lacks the sun that shines brightly overhead.
âask away!â
âi wish nothing more than to stay by his highness, prince hoseokâs side.âÂ
âhmm. hoseok? not my youngest brother, taehyung, the crown prince?â seokjin rubs at his nonexistent beard.
she denies any other relation with the princes besides hoseok.
the news of the commander and prince hoseok being childhood friends turned the palace upside down. rumors of hoseok aiming for the crown starts to spread with the war hero swearing her loyalty to the third prince.
but the emperor knows of his heart.
and it beats only for her.
for his commander.
x
âwhen i said i wanted to stay by your side, i didnât mean this.â she comments, throwing herself on the silken bed, the pristine white dress taking up all the space.
âi can have the maids prepare another room for me.â hoseok stands a few feet away from the bed as he tries to make small talk with the love of his life whom heâs never talked to for five years besides through letters.
âmy prince, i didnât say i dislike the arrangement,â she grins, beckoning him over.
and he walked straight into her trap.
she pulls him down as she shoots up and traps him underneath her. the white dress wrapped around her body makes her look like a war angel sent to pass judgment onto him.
as she lowers her face to his, he feels his heart thump in his chest.
hoseok thinks he wouldnât mind being trapped in her prison of embrace for the rest of his life.
x
(âyouâve gone rusty, husband,â she asserts just as his wooden sword hits the ground.
ây-you see, iâve been busy attending to other matters,â for the first time, hoseok sees his life flash before his eyes as he tries to appease the flames in his wifeâs eyes.
âthen, we have a lot of catching up to do.â she grins a grin that has his heart thumping in a different way.
âi donât suppose you mean to do that over tea, do you?â he dares to ask.
suffice to say, he goes to the palace for work barely able to move his legs properly the next day.
âwives, am i right?â namjoon laughs.)
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Love Through the Ages (Tim Drake)
Summary: Â Love like baggage needs to be declared.
a/n: This is part two of a series that is a fic rec list disguised as a fic. For these fics, most of the characters will be speaking different languages, so unless specified otherwise assume that the characters are speaking in the first language I mention. Theyâre all vampires with centuries under their belt. Why wouldnât I make them all polyglots. Â Also, thank you to the proof reading gang for putting up with my shenanigans. Â I will have links to the fics I recommend in the fic itself.
Warnings: Everyone is dramatic.
Masterlist
Series Masterlist.Â
You watch the rusty green of the warehouse wall disappear behind a spray of orange paint. There is nothing more satisfying than watching paint make old things new.Â
A whistle interrupts your reverie, making the can slip from your hand. You swear, the harsh syllables echoing in the empty air. The can bounces down the scaffold and lands in someoneâs hands. Timâs face gets sprayed with a mist of orange. He makes a noise and rubs at his face. You bark out a laugh and he grimaces at you. The begrudging fondness obvious on his face.Â
He waves at you, eyes still stinging from the paint. Giddiness flourishes in your chest. âI knew Iâd find you here!â He shouts in a dialect of Mandarin that you hadnât heard in ages.
It takes you a moment to understand him. Youâre honestly extremely rusty. It takes you another moment to realize that it made no sense for him to find you. âHow?â You shout back in Romanian.Â
Tim shakes his head, throwing his hand over his shoulder. âOpen canvas.â
You snort, looking down at him. Timâs breath catches as he stares up at you, your smile. Youâre haloed by sunlight. You look like an angel descending from heaven.
Timâs forced to pick up his jaw when he hears your voice again. Youâre tapping your watch. The words are lost to him.
âWhat?!â
You shake your head, strands of hair coming loose from behind your ear. âI asked...â You shout in a coarse frawl. â... Isnât it a bit early for you to be here?â
It was.Â
He was only 30 minutes early. No big deal.Â
He shrugs. âI just wanted to watch you paint.â He says, trailing off. Oh God, Tim thinks. Does he sound lovesick? Is Cassie right? He pushes the thoughts down, opting to look at the building instead. On the side of the building was an immaculate portrait of the Red Hood rendered like a saint, haloed in golden light and surrounded by your orange marigolds. It would look at home in any grand cathedral. Your talents never ceased to amaze him.
âShould I ask why youâre defacing a building?â
You turn back to the building picking up a can of yellow paint. You tilt your head. âItâs a massive improvement, yes?â
Tim looks around. The pavement is littered with wet trash mixed. The buildings were rusted. Everything else is covered in grime. âYouâre rudeâŚÂ but not wrong.â
You preen, electing to ignore the first half. You turn back to your canvas before Tim can get another word in. He knows heâs lost you.Â
âSo, why *the* Red Hood?âÂ
You look away from the portrait, setting the can of yellow spray paint. It sprays your sweatshirt and Tim laughs. You stick your tongue out at his face flushing. You liked this sweatshirt. He gave it to you the last time you had meandered into Gotham. âWhy not? Weâre in the Bowery. Heâs like a saint here.â You snip, switching to Russian. Ok, that made sense. You toss your sweatshirt into Timâs face. The fabric is lousy with the smell of paint and of 5-hour energy drinks. It was an improvement over the pungent odor of garbage.Â
He tries to rub the orange paint on his face away before he tucks your sweatshirt beneath his arm. Youâre still looking down at him, wry amusement on your face. âIâll paint your beloved Red Robin when I get to China Town. Heard he was quite popular in those parts.â
Timâs heart flutters. He stutters out his next question. âWhy are you using spray paint for this type of illustration?â
âKon said I couldnât do it.â
Tim snickers, âAs if Kon could tell the difference.â
You frown only realizing your mistake. You curse under your breath. Tim doesnât stop laughing at you. âShut up!â You snarl.
Tim dodges the next paint can you throw but the next one hits him square in the face. You grin triumphantly. Tim raises a middle finger at you and you giggle in response. You feel bad, seeing him wince in pain. Youâd buy him apology tea later but for now, you clasp your hands and call out to him sweetly. âSorry, Timmers!â
Tim, equally as mature and well aware that youâre only half sorry, blows out a breath, muttering something colorful before shouting back: âwe should get going if we wanna eat out after looting the museum.â
At that, you launch yourself off the scaffolding, your body feeling weightless as it falls. Tim drops your sweatshirt as he holds his arms out to catch you. He catches you easily. You two spin as you wrap your arms around him.Â
âYou are certifiably insane.â He laughs. His nose smooshed against yours.Â
âAnd so are you.â You snort, hugging him.Â
He hugs you back. You hum so softly into his hair that Tim wouldnât be able to tell it from a breath if he were human. Tim holds you close, hugging your waist tightly. He doesnât really want to let you go. You donât either. You and Tim stand there for a bit when you hear his cell beep.Â
âWhy does your phone sound like a pager?âÂ
âBecause Babs told me how to.â
âThat literally explains nothing.â
âIâm not taking crap from the gremlin who had âBaby Sharkâ as their ringtone for 12 months. WILLINGLY.â
You pout at him, your face so close to his. Timâs only half paying attention to your defense. To be fair, it basically boiled down to âit isnât that badâ and âBartâs ringtone is worseâ.Â
After a short shopping trip and a cab ride later, you arrive at the museum in fresh clothes and less paint on his face for Tim.Â
âAll the Worldâs a Stage. They botched it! The nerve! The barbarity of it all. It's just like when they botched âWords with Friendsâ or âIn Ice We Trustâ or even âTomcatâ. That last one was pretty much gift wrapped for them!â You say throwing up your hands nearly hitting Tim and whatever poor bastard was unlucky enough to be behind you.Â
âFor someone who isn't invested in modern media, you're getting fired up.â Tim chuckles, eyes flickering behind you. You had managed to miss the people behind you but you do have a rather conspicuous space behind you.Â
âThey had such good material to work withâ you say, gesticulating wildly. âAnd- and they butchered it.â
âYou need a 5 minute breather?â Tim asks, resting a hand on your back.Â
 âShut up,â you laugh.
Tim grins at you as if he had no idea what this ultimate betrayal feels like.Â
Determined to prove him wrong, you say : âC'mon, Timothy, you ranted like this when they botched the star thingy.â
âItâs Star Wars, you heathen.â
âStar. Thingy.â You repeat, crossing your arms.Â
Tim squints at you. You know heâs not gonna blow up at you but somehow thatâs scarier.Â
âYou can pay for your own cab later.â He grumbles.Â
âStar. Thing-Y.âÂ
Tim turns to leave. This always worked. Always without fail, you grab at his hand, lacing your fingers with his. Tim tries not to smile.
âFine.â
âWas that so hard?â
âIt was excruciating actually.â
âYou're being dramatic.â He says, showing the woman behind the ticket counter your passes.Â
âExcuse me, I left all my drama in the Renaissance.â
âOh really?â
âOk not really but admit that both Andromeda and Stars, Forgive Me have better writing.â You bite out.
 âI- Thatâs unfair,â he says. You raise your brow in response.Â
â...â
âFine,â he sighs. âBut admit that Andromeda should have been named âSpace Whoresâ.â
You squint at him then smile. âOh abso-posi-tute-ly.â
 âHave you seen this dirty old hockey mask?â You ask, tapping the glass as if the hockey mask would react if you just agitate it enough.Â
 âWhat is that?â Tim asks, looking over your shoulder. His brows crinkles when he sees the mask. âHow is that romantic?â
You hum. âAsk the curator?â You suggest, looking around. He was usually out and about. He could never sit still even if he tried. You lean down narrowing your eyes at the plaque. âSays here some dude called Jason terrorized 3 kids over summer.â
âThatâs very romantic for our Jay to do.â Tim says, crossing his arms and switching to Cantonese. It was a weird habit but you knew why. Apparently for all Jasonâs skill in languages he somehow could not get a handle on Cantonese.Â
 âNot that Jason.â You say, smirking.Â
âYou sure?â Tim asks, leaning closer to you.Â
You snicker, âAs in character as that would be...â
âTrue,â he says, edging closer and closer to you. You rock on your heels nervously at the proximity. âItâs a shame, I thought there would be a machete to match tooâŚâ You can feel Timâs breath on your cheek.Â
âOH LOOK AT THIS.â You say twisting away and pointing to a black and white photo. Timâs hands leave his sides to grab for you, to pin you to his chest, but he has enough self control not to. Instead, he follows you.
âItâs just a man and a woman in business suits. Yanno something you can see in any metropolitan city.â
âYes but,â you say, tracing a nonsensical pattern into the air, âIâve heard a story about this, they were both extremely rich and heads of their companies, went from enemies to lovers - my all time favourite.âÂ
Tim looks closer at the photo of the man and woman with their backs to the camera just holding hands along the NYC sidewalk. Itâs cute. âI thought your favorite was lovers to enemies.â
âWell of course, it is! The drama, the absolute tragedy. Itâs better than any trope in existence. But I love that this is just black and white. You donât need anything else to indicate theyâre in love with each other.â
Tim is all too tempted to point out that that likely wasnât intentional, that it was a limitation of the time, but the look in your eyes robbed him of his breath, so he swallowed his thoughts.Â
Your eyes rove over the room frantically in search of something.Â
âSo is there any reason you wanted to go to this exhibit instead of watching lavalantula 10 in theaters?â Tim says, tapping another case.Â
You turn to look at him, shock etched into your features.â10? We've seen lavalantula 1 through 9 in theaters? Why did I agree to that?â
âCus you love me?â
You narrow your eyes at him. âProbably not.â
Tim gives you a hurt look.Â
You scowl at him. You have no idea why everyone thinks heâs the nice Wayne sibling. He is a manipulative little shit who plays you like a fiddle. And yet here you are falling for it. An absolute buffoon.Â
You grumble an apology under your breath before continuing. âThis is more cultural Timmers and lord knows we need more culture.â You wave sarcastically.Â
âI think we've lived enough culture.â
âit cannot hurt to experience more Tim,â you snort. He rolls his eyes. You grab onto his arm and look up at him bright eyed. Two can play it at that game. âPlease Tim....â
He scowls at you. âFine-â
âYes!â
â-but you owe me a movie marathon.â
âFine. Fine,â you nod, âjust donât pick something dumb.â
âI just got the new star trek box collection.â He beams.Â
âYou could just shove me into a grave.â You sigh dramatically.Â
Tim grins. âThe Renaissance called-â
âOh fuck you, Grackle.â
He snorts and you hate that you fall in love with him more every time he laughs.Â
You cross your arms giving him a hard look. âFine but we have to have an intermission of my choice.â You say, offering a hand.Â
âDeal.â He says, shaking your outstretched hand.Â
âGreat, you've just agreed to watch the Great British Baking Show with me.â You say smug.Â
Tim curses himself.Â
"Are you still looking for that one painting?"
You tip your body back to look at him, your eyes wide and startled. It takes no time at all for them to shift to their usual angry shape. "Yes," you say quietly. It's Timâs turn to be startled. Your hands curl into a fist. "It wasn't done and those bastards took it."Â
Tim reaches out to put his hand on your shoulder.Â
You cast your hands up to the sky dramatically. "The barbarity of it all!"
Tim smiles, letting his hand fall to his side. You would be ok.Â
You two walk on as Tim rants about StarGate could have had a bigger fanbase if it hadnât excluded so many people. You add StarGate to the list of things to not remember.Â
You stop.
Your heart presses a bruise in your throat.Â
Framed in wood laden in ivy and marigolds is a painting that was painfully familiar. Even unwashed, you can still see the bright reds of rose petals, the wild greens of the womenâs skirts, the brilliant oranges of marigolds, and the blinding whites of cobble stones. The image was a practice in entropy made into perfection. The chaos of Valentine's day in a small town square reduced and captured in an infinitesimal moment.
Damian told you that people had started calling them Warsawâs Faceless Sweethearts. You hated that. A part of you wants to scream. You want to tell them that this wasnât for them. This painting was made for one person and one person only.
Youâve been staring at it too long. Tim looks at you. Youâve known him too long to not know that heâs worried. That heâs feeling that stupid surge of protectiveness he always does when you go quiet. Itâs in the cautious way he reaches out to you, slow and steady the way you approach a spooked animal. You want to lash out at him but heâs your Tim. Besides, too much of your mind is trapped in the painting, in the white gazebo, in between the couple whoâs stuck in the moment before a kiss.Â
Tim stands closer to you, his fingers lacing into yours with centuries worth or practice. He looks at the painting. âThis painting looks familiar.â Tim says for the lack of anything better to say. It was yours. He knew that with only a few seconds of looking.Â
âI⌠I donât think so,â you say clumsily, âthatâs definitely not the painting Iâve been looking for. Yup that one looks completely finished. Yup definitely.â You tug at Timâs arm.Â
He gives you a look, staying perfectly in place, before turning back to the painting. His gaze draws low. In a glass case sits scraps of paper lined with charcoal. It takes an embarrassingly long time for Tim to realize that theyâre sketches the artist did. Tim recognized the baker, the blacksmith, the seamstress, and even the constable. Most glaring of all he recognizes your marigolds. His eyes drift to the sketches of the couple in the gazebo. They were numerous, haphazard and unsatisfied. You were clearly frustrated with the groomâs face. Tim wonders who the poor guy could be.Â
In the corner of the page in the center, he sees it. âWait⌠is that me?â
âNO!â
âIs that you?â He asks, pointing to the figure next to his. In the sketch, your lips are brushing against his. Timâs lip tingles trying to replicate the sensation.Â
Youâre frozen stiff. You try to pull your hand away. You want to bury your face in them. Scratch that, you wanna be buried six feet under. Tim doesnât let go of your hand.Â
âThatâs the umbrella you lost back in London.â
âI lost a lot in London, Timmy.âÂ
âWell...â Ok. Yeah, you did. Hence why he canât get you to London even with the promise of letting you âimproveâ Buckingham palace. But that isnât the point. â(Y/n), this is gorgeous.â He says, turning to you. You look at him stunned and scared. He squeezes your hand.
You shake yourself out of his grip. Tim lets you. He knows when to back down.Â
You step forward leaning on the rope separating you from your work. âI told you it wasn't finished.â You say, glaring at the painting as if willing the colors to move.Â
âWhat happened?â He asks, bumping his shoulder against yours.
You bump your shoulder against his. âWarsaw.â
âI donât follow.â
âThat little town in Warsaw. It was kind of hard to finish the painting when soldiers were setting fires to houses. Ok, they didnât do it directly but there was smoke.â
âYeah kind of.â Tim agrees, smiling sadly. He looks back at the painting. âI want to keep it.â
âWhat?â You blink not quite following the shift in conversation.Â
âDarling, I think we should have it. Itâs ours after all.â Tim says holding your hand in his. Your mind is bouncing between too many things. He called you darling. Heâs holding your hand. Heâs smiling so sweetly at you. Youâre addicted to that look in his eyes, pure unadulterated adoration.Â
You cover your face with your free hand, feeling the smile on your face go uncomfortable wide. You feel something on your forehead, a kiss like a raindrop. It comes again and you feel like youâre going to collapse.Â
âItâs yours..â He trails off hesitantly. â..if..â You look up at Tim, waiting with bated breath. Tim squeezes your hands. â...if youâll be mine. â
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Iâm Sorry (Part 4)
Summary- You are Michaelâs vessel as you are Deanâs kid and letting him use you instead of your dad.
Dean x Daughter!Reader
Word count- 3862
Masterlist
It was an abandoned church people were hanging from chains, some crying others passed out from their wounds one man slowly bleeds in a goblet bound to a chair. Footsteps approach Michael healing a cut on the man bleeding Michael takes the goblet that is now full of blood and nods approvingly.
âA little of this⌠a little of that.â He pours some angel grace in and swirls it as it dissolves, âand," Michael forces the manâs mouth open and pours the blood down his throat.Â
âYes, good boy.â The man begins to choke and gasp before the vessel burns out.Â
Michael frowns, âHmm. Too much âthatâ. How disappointing.â He grabs the corpse and drags him over to a pile. All failed attempts bodies piled up with burned-out eyes and blood pouring from it. Looking over the line of people in chains he spins his knife
âAlright. Whoâs next?â
In the bunker, Mary and Bobby look over weapons âWho goes to Duluth in October. Sure Michael didnât touch down in Orlando?â Bobby says check over a handgun
Mary looks over at him âJo was pretty specific. Duluth.â
Bobby sighs âYeah, well, angels ainât exactly known for their veracity.â Mary clears her throat and looks behind Bobby, as Cas enters âNo offense.âÂ
Cas nods âNone taken. I tend to agree with you.â Mary clicks the barrel back in handing it over to Sam who sits with his laptop. âHere you go.â
Sam nods scrolling through the police reports âThanksâ Footsteps cause every to look over at who entered and it was Dean holding a beer
âHey Dean how are you.â Mary greets him everyone walking on eggshells.
âIâm fine do we have anything.â Dean sits across from Sam taking a sip.
âUh yeah, so Iâve been searching through police reports in Duluth. Cops just turned up a pile of corpses that was dumped near some train tracks just north of town and their eyes were burnt out.â Sam explains tilting the screen toward everyone else.
âSo Michael. We should go now.â Sam glanced over at CasÂ
âNo. This isnât just Michael weâre talking about.âÂ
âItâs Y/n,â Dean stated
Sam nodded âYeah. Cas, you know why you canât come with us, right?â
Cas looked down upset he couldnât help âMy angelic presence would be sensed by Michael, thereby nullifying your hopes of a sneak attack.â
Sam gave him a pity smile âYeah, sorry.â
âAnd, you need me to stay here and babysit Nick and Jack.â Cas frowns putting his hands in his coat.
âItâs not babysitting, Cas,â Dean responded sipping his beer.
Cas look over at Dean and frowned âOnly in the sense that theyâre not infants, but they both have to be supervised. Jack is lost without his grace, Nick is...heâs just a mess.â
âWell, it-itâs not his fault. Cas, Nick was housing, you know. He-he deserves a shot at rebuilding his life.â Sam defended Nick even though he did house Lucifer.Â
âAnd yet every time I look at him, all I can see is the supreme agent of evil.â Cas retorted but frowns seeing Jack walk in feeling bad talking about a touchy-subject
âYouâre talking about my dad again? Look, I understand. Being around Nick...itâs hard for me, too.â Jack says
Mary comes over placing a hand on his shoulder âUh, Jack, weâre going to need you to sit this mission out. Not a permanent thing.â Jack nods
âI know last time, I sucked when it mattered, and I need to improve. So...thatâs what Iâm gonna do.â Sam stands up grabbing his gun
âAlright. Okay.â Sam looks over his family and rests on his brother who nods in return
âLetâs move.â When they arrived at the station they were taking into the morgue where multiple people laid on tables.
âThese are just some of the victims. More are in the hall, a couple in a storeroom,â The coroner grimaced âwe donât usually see this kind of action in Duluth.â
Mary glanced over the other bodies âThe injuries all pretty uniform?â The Coroner nodded handing Mary over a clipboardÂ
âYep. The boys upstairs think maybe weâre looking at a spree killer.â
âIf they were DOA, you have an ETA on TOD? Any sample DFA?â Bobby questioned, Sam quickly clears his throat, âDNA.â
The woman glanced at him and shook her head. âUh, frankly we donât even know the precise cause of death. I mean, there were the neck wounds of course, but there was also considerable internal trauma, so-â her phone goes off âExcuse me.â She gives a smile walking out.
âYeah. Sure,â Dean nods and looking over at Bobby âDFA.â he smirked
âIâve been fighting a frigginâ apocalypse for 15 years, my, FBI might be a little rusty.â Bobby countered.
Mary grabbed gloves âLetâs give them a quick once-over, see what they missed.â The brothers and Bobby pulled on gloves as well each going over to a body studying it.
âAngel kills for sure, and not grunts,â Bobby look at the distinctive burned eyes, âWeâre talking 5-star smitings.â
âKnife slits in the throat, but it doesnât appear they bled out.â Dean pointed out leaning the head back pointing to the scar.
âHe kept these people alive for a while.â Mary said looking at the others Sam opens the mouth of one of the corpsesÂ
âMaybe these people arenât people. Looking at a vamp.â He presses against the gums fangs popping out.
âSame here.â Bobby said, âMe too.â Mary added.
âWhy milk âem if heâs just gonna smite âem?â Bobby questioned. Dean glance at Sam âAnd why is an archangel hunting vampires in the first place?â
Sam went over to the Coronerâs office and knocked on the doorframe âSorry. Excuse me. Um, did anyone come to claim or identify these bodies?â
The women nodded âOh, yeah. A young lady. Said she heard about the killings on the morning news, thought she might know one of the victims.â
Dean leaned forward âAnd?â
She shook her head âShe didnât. Then she disappeared, never even gave us her last name.â Sam glances outside to the parking lotÂ
âHuh. Do you happen to have surveillance cameras outside?â
Back at the bunker, Jack is seated at the table in the main hall reading when Cas enters. âLooks like about...two centuries of biblical lore. Light reading.â
Jack looked up at the angel âIâm researching how long it takes archangel grace to replenish.â
Cas sits next to Jack âWell, archangels being exceedingly rare, the data on that is woefully scant.â Jack points at a section âThe books say it can take from a month to-â
âA century,â Cas cuts him off, âYeah. Complicating factor being your human component, which slows the process,â He pauses, âJack, um...mourning what youâve lost...itâs wasteful. Might be smarter to focus on what you still have.â
âYou donât understand what Iâm going through.â Jack frowned feeling dejected.Â
Cas placed his hand on Jackâs shoulder âYes, I do - a little. At the time of the Great Fall, when angels were banished from heaven, I lost what I thought was everything. I had no grace, I had no wings. I felt hopeless and useless.â
Jack looked up at the man he sees as a father-figure âWhat did you have left?âÂ
âWell, uh...well, I had Sam, Dean, and Y/n. But I had something else that was extremely helpful. I had myself. Just the basic me, as, uh...as Dean would say, without all the bells and whistles. You know, Sam and Dean, they werenât born with their expertise. Theyâve been at it since they were children. Failing, winning, developing over the years. And Dean had no idea how to raise a kid and Y/n is one of the smartest, bravest, human I have ever met. Patience, persistence - those are skills too. The past, where you come from, thatâs important, but it is not as important as the future and where youâre going.â Cas explained thinking of all the times the brothers and he has gone through hell and back and helping Dean raising a child was one of the greatest accomplishments in his time on earth.
In a hotel, Michael looks at himself in the mirror smoothing out the wrinkles in the suit fixing the buttons. His reflection in the mirror changes from Michael to the Winchester daughter
âGet...Out.â She breathed out angrily.
âI donât think so.â Michael smiles staring back at the girl in the mirror
âYou canât.â She cried
The archangel grins âOh, but I can. Because see,â Michael punches the mirror, and Y/n is gone he smirks smoothing out his vesselâs hair,
âI own you. So hang on, and enjoy the ride.â
In a cheap apartment in Duluth, a young woman lies in her bed but is interrupted by pounding on the door.
âYes?â She calls out.
âLydia Crawford, this is the FBI. Open up.â Sam call out Lydia looks terrified and tries running for the window while Sam keeps pounding on the door
âOpen up!â Sam yells again. Dean breaks down the door and rushes in gun drawn with Sam right behind him, with Mary and Bobby following.
âHey! Stop!â Dean yelled.
âGet away from me!â She cries trying to put as much distance between her and the Winchesters.
âDonât move. We know who you are. We know you went to the morgue.â Sam threatened his gun pointed at her.
âWe saw your license plate on the security cams and pulled your address. You shouldâve ditched the car when you first got turned. Made this way too easy.â Bobby commented Lydia look at the four of them
âYouâre not FBI. Youâre hunters.â
âThatâs right.â Dean nodded and begins to pull out a knife
âI havenât done anything wrong!â Lydia exclaimed.
âNo, vampires never do.â Bobby replied sarcastically
âMy nest, we - we fed on animal blood,â Sam paused and lowering his gun and Dean lowered the knife, âWe lived quiet lives, until...until she came.â Lydia explained still shaken from the incident.
âShe? She who?â Sam asked
Lydia shook her head âI donât know her name, but...she was strong. She tied all of us up and one by one sheâd take blood from us. I couldnât see what she was doing, exactly, but every time there would be this explosion, and my friends would be dead. When she was coming for me, a couple of the others tried to att- tried to attack her. I was able to get away, but...they didnât make it.â She started tearing up at the memory.
âWhy was she killing you? Did she say?â Sam questioned
âI donât think she meant to. It-itâs just that...things seemed to go wrong. She wasnât killing, it was like...it was like she was experimenting.â Lydia saidÂ
âExperimenting? What for?â Dean asked Lydia frowned
âThatâs - thatâs all I know.â
âOkay,â Bobby nods grabbing his own blade, and advances to Lydia, âNice chattinâ with ya.â
Lydia presses herself further into the wall holding her hands up âWait! Wait! I-I donât know what she wanted, I-I donât know who she was, but I do know where she is. If - if you let me go.â Dean and Sam look at each other having a silent conversation.
The door opens in and in walks Michael and a woman.
âThank you. Oooh, Very elegant. But then, so are you. I didnât expect you to be interested in this side of the spectrum.â She giggles
Michael chuckled leading her into the room âYeah⌠Thanks for showing me around,â He uncorks some wine and pours them both a glass, âI didnât realize there was so much going on in...where are we again?â
âDuluth.â She answered taking a sip of her wine.
Michael nodded âOf course. Nothing like where Iâm from.â
The woman hummed âWhatâs it like in your hometown?â
âHmm. Empty. Windswept. Dead bodies lying around.â Michael shrugged taking a sip of his drink.Â
She chuckled âYouâre so funny. What a nice surprise, meeting you. I bet you were wondering what I was doing, all by myself in that bar tonight.â
Michael smirked âIâm pretty sure I know exactly what you were doing in that bar tonight.â
The woman smiled setting her glass down âOh, Michael. I am so not that girl.â she walked closer to Michael
âBut you really are, arenât you?â The woman wrapped her arms arounds around her neck
âYouâre terrible.â She sighed. His vessel smiled showing off a dazzling smile
âYou have no idea.â The woman giggled moving her face closer to the young Winchester and her eyes flash green and her teeth come out ready to bite what should have been an unsuspected victim. Michael grabs her by the throat as his vesselâs eyes glow blue.
âDid you honestly think I didnât know what you are?â Michael lifts her off the floor choking her as she trashes in his arms, âYou think you picked me? I picked you.â Michael throws her across the room and turns over to take a sip of wine and turns back to her still on the floor.
âNow, summon your master.â
Still in Michaelâs room he hands a glass to a man seated next to the woman from earlier.
âYou first.â The man points to his glass.
âOne hundred-year-old cognac. Strong notes of vanilla and apricot,â He takes a sip, âand zero notes of silver.â The man also drinks âI appreciate you accepting my invitation.â Michael crosses one of his knees over the other.
âYes, well, the ever-tactful Melanie,â he nods over to the woman, âthought a refusal might be unwise. She thinks youâre a god.âÂ
Both of them chuckle âAn archangel with a decent vessel. But close.â
The man nods âAnd Iâm the leader of a werewolf pack. Why on earth would an archangel care about us? About me?â
Michael smiles swirling his drink âI admire you. Eating on the run, surviving, despite being stalked by those venal humans, who think of you as nothing but vermin.â
The man leaned forward âMy pack has survived and prospered for centuries, despite the humans.â
âYes, well, Iâm new to town, and from my perspective, the real monsters of this world, the ones that cheat, cover, lay waste to this planet, are the humans. Who made them top dog? Pardon the pun.â Michael explained taking a drink of the cognac.
âGod, I suppose.â He questioned
âGod who? Between us, Phillipe, Godâs on permanent vacation. Gone fishing. Demons and angels donât seem to be much of a factor here, so, Iâm in charge.â Michael smiled leaning back in the couch
âAnd what do you want from me?â The man we know as Phillipe asks.
âYou and your kind, you are who you are. You kill, but not for sport, for trophies - to live. Thereâs a purity in that. Isnât it time you had your due?â Michael explained waving his hand towards Phillipe.
Phillipe frowned confused âOur due?â
âThere are ways to enhance your - letâs call them âtalentsâ.â Michael points out.Â
âAnd these ways are..â Phillipe waves his hand hoping he would explain.
âFully tested. There were some misfires early, I will admit to that. But I have cracked the code.â Michael explains clapping his hands together.
âAnd now what? Do you propose we wage a way on the humans, keeping only as many of them alive as we need for slave labor and a steady food supply?â Phillipe laughs âBecause I love that world, but believe me, itâs an absurd dream.âÂ
Michael smirks âIs it? Why be the hunt-'edâ, when you can be the hunt-'erâ, hmm?â He smiles watching his plan slowly come together.
After Sam and the others had left with the information on Michael, Lydia rushed around her apartment frantically packing her stuff to leave. The sound of someone appearing and as she turns to grab another handful Michael is sitting at her table.
âLydia..â Michael singsong. She freezes the items in her hands falling.
âI didnât!â Lydia defended
âOf course you did.â He laughed at her attempt to lie. âThe hunters,â Michael stands up, âWhy do you think I dumped your brothers and sisters in plain sight? Why do you think I let you escape?â He points at her watching her face fall.
âYou let me escape?â She whimpered
âRule number one: you canât have a trap without bait,â He smirks walking past her, âThat brings us to rule number two, which says once the trap has been sprung, you donât need the bait anymore.â Michaelâs eyes glow blue and Lydia scream as she is burned out. Her body hits the ground and Michael turns looking at it before leaving.
Back in the bunker Jack turns the corners of one of the halls with Cas following him
âJack, what were you thinking. Taking that kind of risk?â Cas scolded him
âIt wasnât a risk.â Jack disagreed
âTo-to go out there alone?â Cas sputtered âJack, you have been on the radar of every angel and demon and power broker in creation since the day you were born and Iâm sorry, but youâre not exactly yourself.â Cas followed Jack as they entered the war room and Jack turned around
âWeak and defenseless, you mean.â He stated
âI mean that the possibility of capture is real, yes.â Cas explained
âI heard what you were saying, Cas, about me finding out where I came from. I never knew my mother. I thought the next best thing might be for me to meet the only real family that I have left.â Jack confessed
âThat is not-â Cas visibly reins in his frustration, âWell, did it help?â Cas sighed and Jack nodded âAnd you didnât tell them who you were, did you?â Cas questioned
âOf course not.â Jack deadpanned âI...wanted to. I wanted to tell them I was their grandson. They thought I actually kinda looked like her?â Cas nods in agreement Jack smiles but it fades as he sits against the steps to the library, âI...couldnât tell them that she died. They just love her so much. I know I should have.â
âWhat you did you did from a place of kindness. I suppose there are worse ways to be human than to be kind.â Cas reassured the Nephilim sitting across from him
âHave you heard from Sam and Dean? Did they find Michael?â Jack askedÂ
âYeah, they think so.â He nodded
âSo theyâre going to try to kill him?â Jack stated Cas shook his head
âUh, no. No, the plan is to subdue him using angel cuffs and spellwork. They have to get Michael out of Y/n.â
âAnd if he doesnât leave?â Jack noted
âThen theyâll try to drive him out.â Cas responded.
âAnd if that doesnât work?â Jack said getting upset
âJack-â Cas started
âCas, Michael has to be stopped.â Jack cuts him off
âI know, and he will be - after Y/n is-â Cas tries to reason with him
âNo, Y/n doesnât matterâ shot Jack, âYouâre all so focused on trying to save Y/n and I get it, I understand, but - if she canât be saved, if it comes down to her or Michael - Michael has to be stopped. Caged, or killed-â
âAnd if that means that Y/n dies too?â Cas shouts
âThen Y/n dies.â Jack snaps, âI know this Michael. Iâve seen what heâs done to an entire world, and so have you. If stopping that from happening here means that Y/n has to die, thenâŚâ Jack and Cas both start at each other, âDo you think sheâd want it any other way?â Jack stands up and walks away leaving Cas there with a choice.
Back in Duluth Sam, Dean, Mary, and Bobby enter the abandoned church Lydia told them.
âYou think vamp-girl was lyinâ about Michael hanging out here?â Bobby asked looking around the place.
âNot sure why she would. I mean she has every reason to want him dead.â Dean states aiming his flashlight over in some dark corners
âShe wasnât lying about the slaughter happening here,â Mary called out her flashlight pointing to a stain on the floor, âwhole lot of dried blood on the floor.âÂ
Sam walked further into the church âWhy was he killing them? And what does she mean by âexperimentingâ?â He questioned.
Bobby shrugged âDonât look like heâs here.â The stained glass windows shatter sending glass flying as werewolves break through them. âWerewolves!â Bobby yells and is then tackled by one.
Sam fires his gun at one coming towards Dean and it has no effect. âSilver bullets arenât working! Nothingâs working!â He yells.Â
Dean punches one of the werewolves âSon of a bitch!â Dean yells and is tackled by another and smashed into a bean. Mary is struggling against another as they both fall to the ground. A werewolves tries to go for Sam but he grabs his machete and decapitates one
âWell, that works.â Bobby yells and is punched by a werewolf. Dean pushes the one of him grabbing his machete and chops one of the heads off, Mary stabs the werewolf with one of her knifes but it has no effect and is shoved to the ground. Mary grab the small hatchet and began to chop at the werewolf before is falls to the ground. Bobby is pushed to the ground and before he is attacked Mary throws the hatchet into the werewolfâs back and Bobby decapitates it. Mary hears growling and turns and sees another werewolf but Dean decapitates it just as Sam kills the last one.
âIs everybody okay? Anyone get bit?â Sam pants out
âNo.â Mary replies.
âIâm okay.â Bobby answers all of them grouping up again
âWhat the hell kind of werewolves were those?â Dean asked wiping the blood of his blade.
âSilver didnât touch them.â Mary added Sam sighed all of them out of breath from these new monsters. A loud bang causes everyone to look towards the door as it opens revealing Michael, backlit in red light.
âOh god.â Mary breathes out He slowly walks towards them raising his hand. Which she uses to grab a post and staggers into the light breathing heavily removing her cap as she does.
âDad. Itâs me.â You breathe out your voice shaking. Dean stares back at you tearing up. Dean rushes towards you as you knees give out and helps you sit down. Sam is sitting next to you with Dean in front of you.
âY/n is it really you?â Dean asked looking over you
âYeah, itâs really me.â You answer your hands are shaking trying to understand what was going on.
âAre-are you okay?â Sam questioned
âNo, Iâm not okay!â You yelled putting your face in your hands. Dean placed his hand on your knee making you look up at him.
âBut you got Michael to leave.â Dean tried to reassure you that everything was ok.
But you shook your head. âNo, I-I donât...I didnât.â You stated.
âWhat?â Bobby questioned looking at the younger Winchester.Â
You look at your dad in fear, âHe just - he just left.â
Dean squeezed your hands âWhy?â
âI donât knowâŚâ You shuddered, âI donât know.â
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[Don't Starve/DST tips for beginner players]
1. CHARACTER CHOOSING
The character you play plays a big role in the game, as they're not just for aesthetic, each character has ups and downs and as a beginner you should choose the most neutral characters before you get a handle of the game. In singleplayer Don't Starve you can only unlock new characters with XP, but in DST you have all of them available to you, so choose wisely. Here's a small guide on each character:
Wilson: he's the starting character, so naturally he's the most neutral one. He doesn't really have pros or cons, he just grows a pretty cool beard.
Willow: the firestarter. She's my main so I have a lot to say. Willow is a good character, although her sanity is low she's very useful. In regular Don't Starve she spawns with a lighter, but in Don't Starve together she spawns with a lighter and Bernie, her bear. Willow's sanity goes up if she picks flowers, like normal players, but she also gets more sanity when she's around fire or when she burns things, so when her sanity is low you might want to leave base or not walk around forests because she can start a fire. The sanity gain with fire improves during the day. She's also really useful because in DST when she's insane she can put Bernie on the floor and he'll become a huge bear and fight monsters for her. This is all amazing but as I said she loves fire, so she hates cold, and winter is especially hard for her. She can freeze quicker and it's really annoying and it's hard to do anything that involves not being around warm fire, so if you're a new player I don't really recommend playing Willow at first because winter is already hard as it is. This being said, during summer she's also more resistant to heat strokes than other characters, and she also doesn't take fire damage unlike other characters.
Wolfgang: Wolfgang has great stats and he's really strong, but you have to be constantly feeding him or else he'll get weak. Also he's 'afraid of monsters', which means his sanity drains quicker than other characters when he's around hostile mobs.
Wendy: Wendy is someone I recommend to new players, because although her stats aren't the best, and although she doesn't hit very hard, she comes with Abigail. Abigail is her dead sister that you can spawn from the flower Wendy carries, and Abigail is useful because she can fight for you. Most mobs in Don't Starve use close range and with Abigail you can use long range which is very useful. Just make sure you don't get hit because Wendy's HP isn't the best.
WX78: it's a bit of a shit character if you ask me. Definitely don't play this one. When he gets hit by lighting he gets charged up and can be a light source + walk faster, but he only eats gears (which are hard to get on their own) and he gets rusty if it rains, I honestly don't like him.
Wickerbottom: I don't have much experience on her, she's really smart and she comes with an extra crafting tab that allows her to craft books which she can use to spawn stuff. It's useful but I don't have much insight on her.
Woodie: I play him a lot in DST, and he's really great overall. He comes with an axe (Lucy) that is infinite (it doesn't wear out like other axes) and he can chop trees down really quickly. However during full moon he can turn into a Goose (runs fast), into a Moose (attacks with force) or into a Beaver (can chop trees faster and without an axe), but when he comes back to being Woodie he will be hungry (hunger will be at 0) so you have to make sure you have food around.
Wes: garbage.
Maxwell: He can create shadows to fight for him, chop for him, etc... But for every shadow he permanently looses HP (which means that, for example, if his HP sits at 150 max, when he makes a shadow the max will be 120HP). It's useful but you have to be careful not to take any damage, and as a new player that might be hard.
Wigfrid: She's a great fighter, and she's able to craft a helmet (best protection in the game I believe, at least from the regular ones) and a spear which are exclusive to her. However she only eats meat and it can be a little hard for new players as carrots and berries are the easiest food to get.
Webber: he's recently had a rework so he has a couple new things. Webber is a spider, and he can now make them passive, wake them up, and put them to sleep, which is great to farm/harvest stuff. Webber isn't attacked by spiders like other players, but since pigmen are afraid of spiders they will hit Webber as well. Not a terrible character to start with either!
Warly: Warly comes with his own special crockpot and he is a great cook, which means that your hunger heals better when you eat something he made. The downside is that he can't eat anything he didn't make in his crockpot, which can make it a little hard.
Wormwood: I recently bought Hamlet (which is how you get this playable character or DST) and man, my thoughts are divided. He's a good character as he can plant seeds without needing to make crops, however he's extremely flammable (he can't stand too close to a fire), he looses sanity every time he chops a tree or picks a flower ('cause he's a plant and he doesn't like hurting his friends). Something really annoying about him is that he doesn't heal by eating food like other characters, he only heals with the spider glands or with manure (shit). So he's not an ideal character to start with. He does grow a cool flower on his head during spring though.
Winona: She's a really badass character and I really like her. She's a builder, so she can build things other characters can't (like catapults) so she's really effective when it comes to defending the base and helping out against mobs like hounds. However she does lose sanity any time she crafts anything, so it can be a little hard to deal with her.
Wortox: I don't know much about him, but he can teleport and he can also heal players with his magic. If you ask me he's a little overpowered for the game.
Wurt: I don't know much about him and I've never had anyone play him, all I know is that he doesn't get attacked by merman since he's one of them.
Walter: he's a little scout boy that comes with a slingshot and a dog. The dog can grow big and Walter can ride him which is good for fleeing, but after riding for a while the dog will throw him off.
Sorry for not having much on the last 3 but they're fairly recent compared to others and I haven't seen much of them or played them.
Most times during DST people choose characters that help others, so you can help each other and get the most out of the game.
2. SANITY
Sanity plays a big part in this game. You lose sanity by being in the dark, or by fighting mobs. Some characters have special ways of losing sanity, for example, Wormwood loses sanity by picking flowers or chopping trees. How do you fix your sanity? For all characters (except Wormwood) you can get sanity by picking flowers. With 12 flowers you can make a garland in the hat tab and it will slowly restore your sanity. You can also pick green mushrooms and cook them for more sanity. Just like some characters lose sanity in a 'special' way, some characters gain sanity in a special way as well, such as Woodie when he chops trees and Willow when she's near fire or when she sets anything on fire.
If you let your sanity go down you will start seeing shadows, those shadows become real if it goes down enough, and said shadows will start attacking you, which isn't great because they're a lot, so watch out for that.
3. SURVIVING WINTER
Winter is hands down my least favourite season because Im a Willow main :)
What happens during winter? It starts to snow, so players can freeze, deerclops might appear, crops stop growing. The biggest issue with the winter is that food is hard to find. Crops and berries don't grow anymore so what do you do? First of all you will need to find a clockwork before winter. What are clockworks? They're metal mobs that drop gears when you kill them. You need gears to make a fridge, so you can store a lot of food for winter. If you store food in a normal chest it will rot quickly, but in a fridge they last a long time. You should also build a crockpot which is fairly easy, and in a crockpot you can make better food, you can also take nearly rotten food and make it good by cooking it, and you can use 1 stick or 1 monster meat to make good food, as you can't normally eat monster meat 'cause it drains sanity and HP.
What can you do for the cold? You need to find beefalo, and with the shears (which you can craft in the tools) you shave the beefalo, so you can make a winter hat. That hat will help with the cold. You can also make earmuffs, by catching 2 live bunnies and sticks, but the hat isn't hard to make and it's better. MAKE SURE YOU CARRY ENOUGH TO MAKE A FIRE AT ALL TIMES. In case of emergency if you get cold and start dying you need to have something to warm you up. You should also make a thermal stone. It doesn't take a lot and it keeps you warm. (You use the thermal stone by setting it down near the fire and letting it geete warm)
You should also make bird and rabbit traps to get meat during the winter.
Beware of the deerclops, if it appears try to lure it away from your base because it can destroy everything you built. If you want to fight it, make sure you fight it away from your base, but if you don't you can also lure him somewhere else and then run away. The Deerclops will de-spawn after winter is over.
Try not to make your base near the sea 'cause penguins will spawn and they're very fucking annoying + they can destroy your shit.
4. SURVIVING SUMMER
Summer is also very fucking annoying but much less than winter.
What do you need?
Some crops survive, but some of them die, so getting food isn't as annoying to get, but it's still scarce, so you should also try to get as much food as you can during spring time.
You should get ice during winter from the glaciers, and also more gears. Some crops/trees/grass might start to burn during summer, and with gears and ice you can make an ice-fligomatic. The ice flingomatic will throw ice to things when they start burning and will extinguish the fire, so when you come back to your base it's not all in flames.
During the summer you can't stand near fire or you'll die of heatsroke. Remember Nitre? That yellow shit you leave behind after mining rocks because you need inventory space? Yeah you'll need those to build an endothermic fire. It lights up your nights and keeps you cold, however you can't cook in it.
The thermal stone from winter also works during the summer.
Keeping a bunch of ice from winter in your fridge also works. If you eat the ice it will make you colder.
RANDOM TIPS
1. Don't hit pigmen/beefalo when there's many around you. They will gather up and kill you.
2. DO NOT try to kill penguins. They might be easy to kill but not so much when they all gather around and kill you.
3. Always keep armor+spear on you in case hounds start to come and you're not at base.
4. Don't steal tall birds' eggs (blue with white dots). The tall bird is very strong and aggressive and it will follow you for the egg and try to kill you.
5. Don't eat the mushrooms unless 100% necessary. Mushrooms always have a side effect, like they might give you sanity but take HP.
6. You can use mushrooms and monster meat (which you shouldn't eat by themselves) and cook something in a crockpot, thus turning something inedible into something edible.
7. When it rains, more during the Spring than anything else, it might start raining frogs, it's not a bug, that happens. Try to get away from base so they don't swarm there, as they're very annoying.
8. ALWAYS build a lightning rod, during a storm the lightning can hit something and set it on fire, and you don't want your stuff being burned. The lightning rod collects the lightning and protects your base.
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This is all I can remember, I am more than happy to answer any questions anyone might have! @atinystray here it is!!
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Wing it like Witches!
      Let me tell you- I was WORRIED this episode would make me sad and angsty, but instead it just made me happy and all warm inside! I know that sounds super-corny but likeâŚ
      I LOVED this episode! I was worried from the promo pic that Boschaâs bullying would really get to Luz, Gus, and Willow, but⌠It didnât! I mean, it still got to WILLOW hence the entire episode, but otherwise Luz and Gus were less âWow Iâm really being reminded of my insecurities from bullyingâ and more âI canât believe she ACTUALLY did that. She wasted her entire school day doing that. This girl is NUTS, is she okay back home?â
      (The more I see of Boscha, the more I have to wonder if she IS okay back home⌠Obviously not crippled with self-loathing to the extent that Amity is, but never mind.)
      Whatâs really surprise to see though; LILITH IS A RED-HEAD!?!? I remember seeing that first pic of young Eda with two other classmates, one of whom was obscured and the other had glasses; And I thought, is THAT girl Lilith, could it be? Is the girl with the obscured face the one who stole Lilithâs lunch money, potentially that favorite character from Season 2 that Dana alluded to? My mind is racing, but either way young Eda and Lilith are utterly adorable! I do have to wonder if what Lilith had to say about Edaâs bad memory was just a jab, or something more⌠Given that the show has alluded to Eda possibly having amnesia with MORE than just her curseâŚ!
      Speaking of which; LILITH AND EDA GETTING ALONG! Well, sort of- I mean theyâre technically adversarial by the end of this episode, but only technically. Lilith knows where the Owl House is, finally; And we get to see in this episode just how capable Hooty really IS as a security system, surprisingly enough! He even manages to capture LILITH; Though to be fair, she may not have been super-invested in the mission given this was her sister weâre talking about, but still! Coupled with Hooty mercilessly tearing apart those toys in Adventures in the Elements, and I have to wonder if heâs ever, like⌠KILLED people before, yâknow?
      âŚMaybe I donât want that answer. Regardless, I love Luzâs little cheeky interference with Edaâs game, but Eda still manages to win by her last trick; Just pure, genuine skill and talent! That was a twist, I was expecting Eda to have another cheat or to be caught by Lilith, but as I said before⌠Eda isnât humble, and for a GOOD reason! Lilith ainât no slouch either, and I love that King willingly donned a cheerleader outfit just to offer support! I mean, maybe Eda MADE him, but otherwise he didnât seem to have much of an issue so long as it was just at home!
      And⌠I LOVE the little small moments between Eda and Lilith, where⌠Lilith KNOWS she has to turn her sister in, sheâs getting desperate, but itâs also low-key breaking her heart to do this! And when she loses the match and just⌠FALLS on her knees in despair, questioning herself, and Eda picking her up? Giving her that signature ring, just to make Lilith look better? I⌠I LOVE these sisters, why canât they make up?! Lilith isnât even aiming to imprison Eda, she just wants her to join the Emperorâs Coven and continue doing stuff alongside her, like old times!
      And Eda⌠Eda still needs her autonomy, but she knows that Lilith isnât some cruel person. She knows that Lilith loves her sister and wants the best, that sheâs in a terrible position; Eda knows how stifling the Coven System is, and while being beneath Belos provides a lot of power⌠It also provides a lot of PRESSURE as well! Sure, Lilith chose this⌠But Eda still believes that Lilith is deserving of kindness and compassion!
      (Let me tell you, considering I donât think weâve seen any Eda clips past this episode, I was LEGIT afraid sheâd get captured by the end⌠thank goodness!)
      Whatâs also fascinating to note is that Emperor Belos was in charge since fiftyyears ago; Given the speculation that Eda isnât as old as she looks, this indicates Belos is PRETTY old himself, by a large margin; Especially when one considers how long-lived Bump is! Itâs a small moment telling us how he established the Coven Heads five decades ago, but I really appreciated it; And in general, this episode seems to be our final, light-hearted breather before we get into the REALLY heavy stuff⌠Keep in mind, our last two episodes were originally planned to air side-by-side, like a two-part season finale! On a lesser note, we see the Heximal System teacher giving a History lesson, confirming what I suspected earlier; That some subjects include students from all tracks, simply because the subject-matter applies across any and all covens, and History is one of them! Love the small world-building here!
      Given how we donât see anything else of Willow and Gus past that scene in Belosâ treasury, I have to wonder⌠What if those two get captured, and only Luz can escape? Amidst King âand possibly Eda- being taken as well, Luz might be looking at a one-man operation here! Which just makes her all the more impressive⌠Like looking at her now, even if she DOES lose against Lilith; Sheâd still have been going toe-to-toe with the Head of the Emperorâs Coven, even if only briefly! Luz has come a far way away from where she started as just a powerless human, and has amassed FOUR glyphs; Light, Ice, Plant, and Fire!
      And BOY HOWDY is she good at them! Seriously, I bet she couldâve easily beaten Boscha in a Witchâs Duel if she wanted; Though itâs worth noting that according to Willow, Grudgby is apparently the only language she speaks⌠Given that shot of her room at the beginning, I have to wonder if thatâs where her MAIN self-worth lies in! In the beginning Boscha acknowledges to herself that sheâs hated, âso long as she is fearedâ; And her monologue low-key gives me, âDoesnât know how to make friends so copes by putting herself above everybody else and overinflating her own self-importance under the impression that people are just secretly jealous!â vibes. (In some ways sheâs like Grace from Infinity TrainâŚ)
That aside, I just get a sensation of pride from seeing how adept and adaptable Luz is, and the way she learned Fire from Boscha of all people âWhich I called!- is both hilarious but goes to show what kind of a learner she is⌠I feel like Eda, like weâve watched our kid grow and get stronger and I canât WAIT to see what she pulls off next! Amidst her learning Magic and then defying the Coven System⌠you go Luz, YOU GO!
      And, it seems Iâm not the only person who shares this sentiment! Even after Boschaâs bullying, we donât see anybody beyond her gang make fun of Luz and co.! When Willow gets trashed poured on her, some students are watching, but⌠They seem kind of disturbed by it all? Theyâre not outright vouching on her behalf like Luz, possibly because Boscha is watching; But still! It is SO cathartic to see Willow being beloved by the entire school like that, even if sheâs keeping her friend-circle to a select few; People LIKE her, and itâs what she deserves! Like Luz, Iâm SO proudâŚ!
      Iâm still disappointed we didnât get the names of Boschaâs other friends, but I really like their inclusion here! I liked how they all seemed rather uncomfortable with seeing Luz forfeit, only to be made Boschaâs target practice; And how Luz is so bright, bubbly, and infectiously-cheerful, spreading her good will to others! Like, this girl is TOO kind, and so loving⌠She has no bounds and I love how those other girls are even affected by Luz, genuinely enjoying her and wanting to be friends, alongside having Willow as a teammate! I have to wonder if theyâll ditch Boscha after this⌠Or at the very least, try to talk her down as friends of Boscha that she actually cares about and vice-versa (compared to Amity, who has always been cold towards Boscha, hence why her talking wouldnât have made a difference)!
      Speaking of Amity⌠Câmon, girl. Your CRUSH is showing, the way youâre getting flustered, imagining seeing Luz in a âcuteâ uniform and everything⌠Gus being utterly confused, but you can tell that the gears in Willowâs head are turning and honestly; Sheâs all for it, likely! I think this is the first time Amity has had an ACTUAL crush on someone she can talk to, instead of some distant figure or a fictional character! Itâs so heartwarming seeing her navigate it, getting to actually deal with feelings like a kid is supposed to be allowed to do! And Luz being clueless⌠That, or she thinks Amity is into WILLOW, which makes a lot of sense too!
      (After all, Luz knows that her parents wouldnât approve of her being Amityâs girlfriend⌠But Luz, you have NO idea how much she cares, she literally loves you more than she fears them! And Amity, knowing that her parents wouldnât approve and struggling with this no doubt, but her love for Luz is really shining through over all of that!)
      To put it simply; Luz is FRIEND-shaped, sheâs lovable, thereâs no escaping liking her! Maybe Boscha will always be a bully, and I know one might call it âclich��â⌠But honestly Iâd love to see Boscha eventually warm up to Luz and HER infectious positivity as well! Also, I saw that twist with the Rusty Smidge coming from a mile away, and I love how Luz low-key gets into a genuine rant over it! Although the loss doesnât matter, as Luzâs team was clearly more adept and Boschaâs friends donât seem interested in forcing Luz and her friends to do all of that other stuffâŚ
      Anyhow, I love seeing Amity stand up for her friends, and when she says that her social life has improved because sheâs with Luz, in spite of Boschaâs claims⌠I really CAN see her standing up to her parents, sometime later! I speculated a while back that depending on how her and Luzâs relationship in Enchanting Grom Fright goes, itâd really impact what Amity does later down the line, and I was right! But it IS worth noting that Amity may not yet know that Luz has to leave⌠King and Eda know, and the former mentioned this in front of Willow and Gus! Itâs possible that Luz has laid out her plans to return every summer (and during winter break and whatnot), which would definitely lessen Amityâs angst by an infinite amount! And seeing as how she has instantaneous access to the Demon Realm, whoâs to say she canât pop in every day, after school! Sure she might not be actively living in the Owl House anymore, but otherwiseâŚ!
      On another note with Amity, I love her and Luz getting to geek out over The Good Witch Azura, and itâs funny to see the show confirm what I wondered about earlier; About Amity secretly making Azura references in public, under the knowledge that nobody would recognize them and realize sheâs a nerd⌠But LUZ does now, and the two can bond! Also, Amity getting to have fun with Luz and co. at the end, being CARRIED by Luz, fully accepted into the home⌠I know you also have the library as a safe space Amity, but youâve also got the Owl House as well! And it seems Hooty bears no grudges, either!
      Also, someone speculated recently that Amity has her goth-sense from Lilith⌠and given the implication that Lilith dyed her hair, I can REALLY SEE IT! Iâm disappointed we didnât get any interactions between the two⌠But the way it was set up, I feel like if Eda and Lilith were there theyâd be too busy cheering on their kids respectively! Or not, weâve seen them prioritize their feud in Covention⌠But back then Luz and Amity werenât on the same team!
      Back to Amity, itâs interesting that she used to be on the Grudgby team, and was good at it, even being CAPTAIN when Boscha wasnât; But then explicitly quit when she accidentally hurt some of her âfriendsâ merely once. Even if she never cared for them in the past, even if this was before she met Luz and learned to be kind and open again⌠She was ALWAYS someone who was self-conscious of her actions! And sure, the issue is that Amity is a LITTLE too self-conscious, constantly berating herself, holding herself accountable for every mistake⌠But regardless, it says a lot how guilty she feels to have hurt her teammates, even if it was an accident and a one-time incident that resulted in victory!
      Iâll probably do ANOTHER post about it later, but it says a lot; How Amity feels like she should step up as a Blight, and she DOES outshine the others⌠But because of that inherent guilt but also compassion, she actually quits Grudgby out of guilt! Which leads me to the idea that even if she tolerated Boscha and co., she wouldnât have wanted to hurt them; Again, because sheâs critical of herself, but also because Amity isnât cruel and it may have reminded her of how she treated Willow! I have to respect and fear for Amity on quitting Grudgby after thatâŚ
      Again, I think she has the issue of being too overtly-critical of herself, and that itâs honestly THE issue that defines her problems; But on the other hand, I feel like Amityâs parents wouldâve been displeased to see their star child quit the team, just for hurting some âlesserâ witches? Iâm scared for what may have happened to Amity, but it also says a lot that she made a potentially defiant move simply because she didnât want to hurt yet another friendâŚ
      (That, or her parents wanted Amity to focus on Abominations and other studies, and coupled with Amityâs guilt, it was the perfect opportunity to get her off the team. Which would be sad, but not surprising.)
      Anyhow, I just think itâs interesting that Boscha and co. donât ever seem to have any resentment towards Amity until recently. Itâs possible Boscha DID dislike Amity up until she stepped down⌠But it makes me wonder if Boscha, like, looked up to Amity and wanted her approval and attention? Given how sheâs always framed as following Amity⌠Perhaps Amity stepping down led to Boscha taking the spotlight, and so Boscha feels indebted towards Amity for her fame (and potential source of self-worth)?
      Last but DEFINITELY not least; Somebody else (Iâm sorry I keep forgetting) alluded to how in Understanding Willow, there was the issue set up of Luz meaning the best for friends⌠But also sometimes invading their privacy, or overriding what they want, so she can live out her fantasies at the same time! And, like- A big part of her IS doing this for her friends, that much is clear⌠But Luz does have an issue sometimes with clearing fantasy from reality! Itâs a more advanced lesson from the one she learned in Episode 2, continuing off of that, and I LOVE it!
      Like, I really do LOVE how Luz recognizes in this episode that even if a part of her is motivated in helping Willow, sheâs also using this as a chance to live out her underdog Azura fantasies, and how Willow points this out to her⌠and Luz realizes that sheâs right! She actively MAKES a change to her behavior, and makes up for it by fixing Willowâs hairclip and even forfeiting on Willowâs behalf and taking all the punishment⌠All because she doesnât want her friend to be uncomfortable! Man, Luz is SO ridiculously kind, I keep saying sheâs my favorite but she REALLY IS! What a lovable dork, no wonder Boscha and her friends are falling for her!
      (Also RIP Skara, you were the fourth one in a team of three. Although given how she helped carry Luz and Amity in the previous episode, amidst already having more screen time⌠I can see this as a way for the writers to give more of a spotlight to Boschaâs other friends, while subtly acknowledging that Skara likely has gotten over her bias towards Luz and the others. I wonder if Boscha also noticed and thatâs why she was left out; That, or sheâs the least-skilled? I dunno, but it was neat to see and Iâll overanalyze the moment regardless!)
      On a lesser note; Willowâs last name is Park, which is a Korean surname! Coupled with her VAâs ethnicity and Willow/Tati Gabrielle being listed amongst other Asian rep characters and VAs, and I think itâs safe to say that sheâs the Boiling Isles equivalent to Asian; Which let me tell you, is VERY nice to see!
      Overall, this was an AMAZING episode! It was a heartwarming, feel-good episode that reaffirmed character relationships and love while still expanding on them, adding in more friends to the group⌠It was pretty much nothing but happy moments and revelations! Obviously things are setting up in the next two episodes to go REALLY crazy, especially with Luz potentially getting banned from Hexside for defying Lilith and Belos⌠But itâs clear to say that sheâs left QUITE the good impression on the administration and students! And I can see some even vibing with Luzâs ideas even after she gets kicked out⌠Perhaps Luz will unknowingly start a rebellion of sorts?
#the owl house#owl house#the owl house willow#willow park#the owl house boscha#the owl house luz#luz noceda#the owl house eda#edalyn clawthorne#the owl house lilith#lilith clawthorne#the owl house amity#amity blight#analysis
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DMC OC Week Day 4: Likes/Dislikes
(No image because I couldnât find one thatâs relevant sorry)
Midnight again, so hereâs another @dmc-oc-week prompt! This one is just a bullet point list since I didnât have time to make a fic for it. Plus itâs pretty simple. Donât have much else to say for this one. Enjoy!
Likes:
Since Kay is usually stuck at the Devil May Cry office, sheâs had to find ways to kill time. This has led her to binge watch a lot of movies/tv shows since she missed out on them while growing up. Sometimes she just puts things on as background noise while sheâs doing something else, but she likes watching things and will proceed to talk about her favorite ones to whoever walks in. Her tastes are eclectic, but she tends to prefer musicals, sci-fi, fantasy, and animation. She loves Tim Burton movies the best though.
She also tends to binge read. She tends to frequent the local library and check out a couple of books at a time depending on what sheâs reading. Any books she really likes she proceeds to buy for herself. She tends to check out classics and books sheâs heard a lot about, but sometimes sheâll pick something up just because it catches her eye. Usually if sheâs not watching movies or something, sheâs reading books. She enjoys the works of Stephen King and Edgar Allen Poe the best, though she also enjoys fantasy stories and stuff with vampires and werewolves in it.
Her music tastes are also a bit eclectic, as she enjoys a little bit of almost everything. Whenever Danteâs out, she usually starts playing her favorites on the jukebox. She likes pop, various kinds of rock, and of course musicals. She also has a tendency to sing along to what sheâs listening to when she thinks no oneâs around to hear her.
A hobby she managed to pick up was baking. She likes to try her hands at making sweets in the hope that sheâll improve with practice. Though she usually has to hide them from Dante so he doesnât eat them all at once. Her specialty is salted caramel brownies.
Since she canât go out on demon hunting missions, she tries to get some sparring sessions in with Trish and Lady when theyâre around so she doesnât get rusty. While she wishes she could go out on the field more, she greatly enjoys their sessions.
Nero got her into video games, to the chagrin of Danteâs wallet. She tends to prefer longer games with a lot of content so she can go longer without needing a new one, and tends to gravitate towards RPGs.
Kay loves animals, and will happily pet any dog she comes across while out of the office. She wants a pet herself, but knows she probably canât have any. So she dreams of the day when she can have one. Once V enters her life, she quickly bonds with Shadow and he ends up being the demon shapeshifting cat she didnât know she wanted.
Dislikes
Boredom is the bane of her existence. Sheâs always trying to find something to do, just to stave off the feeling of boredom. Sheâd rather take unpleasant tasks over nothing at all.
Unfortunately, living with Dante means living with his messes. Which means cleaning up said messes. She hates cleaning, and would rather go on not needing to do it so often.
She hates thunder. Thunder brings her back to unpleasant memories sheâd rather never revisit, and the louder the thunder the worse it is for her. She tends to hide herself away during storms, too worried about the potential questions others might ask.
She hates what her âjobâ amounts to. Sheâd rather be fighting demons over getting Danteâs pizzas and takeout and coffee. She wants to do more than just intern work.
She is very tired of Dante treating her as his daughter. She appreciates that he cares about her, but sheâs not his kid and she doesnât want to be treated like one. Sure, Danteâs older than her, but sheâs an adult now and can handle herself.
Do not try to wake her up early, you will regret it. She enjoys having a full night's sleep and unless thereâs a damn good reason to be waking her up early, you shouldnât. You will incur her wrath and you will be sorry.
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Steve and Billy going camping with Max n the Party and all Billy wants to do is get in a tent with Steve
Hey Iâm here thirty years later!
I had a lot of fun with this one so I hope this is kind of in the realm of what you wanted!!!
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How a gaggle of fourteen year olds managed to convince Steve to take them all on a weekend camping trip was beyond him. Okay maybe it wasnât. All it took was Elâs signature pout and Steve was as good as gone. The real shocker however, is how they managed to convince Billy Hargrove of all people to tag along as well.
Heâd heard from Max that their relationship had been slowly improving ever since that night at the Byers, and heâd have to agree with Max that Billy had truly become less hostile as the months passed. But this was the first time heâs ever seen Billy acting so brotherly.
Steve had driven the male party members out into the woods, while Billy, Max, and El had driven separately. The three were late, of course. But Steveâs not quite sure he can exactly pin that on Billy. El is definitely poor when it comes to punctuality.Â
They couldnât actually set up shop until the others arrived, seeing as they were supposed to select the chosen spot together. But as he watched the seconds tick by on his watch he grew more and more impatient he was close to saying fuck it and making it a boys only trip. That was until, seemingly on cue, the familiar roar of the Camaro echoed through the trees.
Watching Billy step out from the driver's seat was the first reminder that he hadnât actually seen Billy in a while. Because so much had changed. His hair was less disheveled and chaotic as he remembered. But way curlier. It was slightly lighter too. The arrival of summer brought out the natural highlights in his hair. But it wasnât just his appearance that had changed. Instead of exiting the car with the slam of his foot, the flick of a cigarette, and a predatory look⌠he was laughing. Laughing along with El and Max about something entirely unknown, and when asked, wasnât revealed.
If Steve hadnât let himself grow increasingly annoyed over the past fifteen minutes he stood there waiting, he mightâve cared to know. But the sun was beating down, heâd had to listen to Mike and Dustin argue about some Star Trek nonsense for the duration of the drive along with the time spent waiting, and he was starving.Â
âYouâre late.â Steve said dryly.
âThatâs my fault,â Billy replied with some residual laughter from whatever was so funny. âI forgot to counter in Hopperâs 20 minute âprotect my kidâ speech when I went to pick up El.â
âWell Iâm starving. So letâs find a spot, and letâs find it quickly.â Steve probably shouldâve tried at least a little to tone down his irritation.
âSomeoneâs in a mood.â Max says under her breath, causing El to break out into another fit of giggles.
The gang decided not to test their luck against a hungry Steve Harrington. Especially not one wielding a baseball bat coated in rusty nails. So they piled all their camping supplies onto their backs and hauled ass through the woods.
After only ten minutes of searching, they stumbled across a nice clearing just 50 feet off the lake with a picnic table and fire pit already set up for them. Perfect.
The guys started by setting up their tents, while El and Max worked on gathering twigs for the fire. Dustin has meticulously established the sleeping arrangements. Five small tents. Eleven with Max, Dustin with Will, Lucas with Mike, and Billy and Steve alone in their own separate tents. Itâs the perfect set up so long as Lucas doesnât bring up any conversation regarding Empire Strikes Back being anything lower than number one out of the entire trilogy. Because then there would be chaos.
But when is Mike not the problem?
After getting set up, they finally got to break out some delicious ham and swiss sandwiches (courtesy of Claudia Henderson), and Steve was finally entering into a better mood.
He couldnât entirely credit the sandwich however, because something about this new and improved Billy warmed something inside of him. He was less abrasive and more relaxed. He wasnât trying to prove anything to anyone and instead was allowing himself to have a good time. Teasing his sister rather than tormenting her. Tossing knowing looks towards Lucas rather than threatening ones. Okay scratch that. They were definitely threatening. But more playful. The typical older brother spiel. The âyou hurt her, Iâll rip your throat out through your earsâ kind of thing. And he was actually trying to make conversation with him. Only slightly poking fun at him every now and then. Not for the purposes of taunting, instead just his typical charm showing through.
âSo what you been up to this summer? Havenât seen you since graduation.â
âIâve been working at Scoops Ahoy in the new mall. Not much else really.â
Billy took another bite of his sandwich and nodded. âI recently got hired on at the pool. Teaching lessons and life guarding. Saving up for when I go out to college in the fall.â He didnât swallow the bite before speaking. New and improved Billy didnât have table manners he guesses.
âOh really? Where you headed to?â
âFull ride at USC.â Billy let out a hollow laugh. âDadâs pissed Iâm not enlisting.â
Steve picked up on the way Billyâs smile faltered at the mention of his Dad. Heâd remembered Max mentioning once or twice about how her step-father was an asshole. For fucks sake Billy got a full ride to a prestigious university and his Dad is upset about that? He couldnât even get into Tech.Â
âI think itâs awesome.â Steve finally said. âI didnât get accepted anywhere so Iâm probably going to end up going to work for my Dad at his company.â
Apparently Steve let his disappointment show in the last statement.Â
âShit that sucks man. Dads are shit.â
Steve lets his mouth twitch upward into a smile. He looks back down at his almost finished sandwich and lets out a slight chuckle.
âYeah. Dads are shit.â
- : -
After they all finished up their late lunches, the kids decided to move the party away from the table and into the lake. They walked along the lake shore for maybe a quarter of a mile before finding an abandoned rope swing attached to a tree directly next to deep waters. Steve and Billy both notice as Max gets this fire in her eye and neither adult bothers stopping her before pushing an unexpecting Lucas into the water. The whole group bursts into laughter as he makes the splash, well everyone except of course for Lucas.
But quickly the rest of them joined him in the water. All of them swinging in by the rope. Surprisingly the most timid out of all of them was Steve himself, who in a moment of desperation had to have Billy give him a push.Â
Billy followed him in with a much larger splash than he had previously achieved. But it wasnât a competition or anything.
Billy emerged from the water like a fucking mermaid. Graceful. His hair was completely saturated in water yet his curls still managed to pack a punch. He glistened under the rays of the sun and with the reflection of the water beneath him. Steve felt chills up and down his entire body as he watched him float away on his back. Watching as his chiseled chest rose and fell with every breath and the light from the sun reflected off of the water droplets on his sun kissed skin. He would just excuse it for the cool temperature of lake water.
But it wasnât that cold to be completely honest. Itâs June. One of the hottest months of the year and the weather is peaking at nearly 100 degrees. The water feels perfect in actuality.Â
Steve swims around for a bit with the boys, plays a couple rounds of Marco Polo, and then excuses himself to lie out on the shore. He watches as they all have a blast. Lucas and Max are basically trying to drown Mike. Will and Dustin are competing to see who can hold their breath underwater the longest. Will has been cheating the entire time and Dustin has absolutely no clue. Billy and El are off in the corner. Heâs picking her up and tossing her into the water. They both appear to be having a really good time. Billy is surprisingly really good with El. Heâs actually pretty good with all of the kids all things considered. Something mustâve happened when he wasnât looking because he seemed to be the only one to bat an eye at the mentioning that Billy Hargrove would be joining them on the trip.Â
Steve inspected the time and decided to give the kids their 15 minute warning. Sun set was inching closer and they still had other preparations. He watched as Max swam over to where El and Billy were and after watching them exchange a couple sentences, Billy swam away and towards where Steve sat on the shore.Â
Billy pushed himself out of the water and dried himself off with a towel. He wrung out his hair and secured the wet mess of curls up with a purple scrunchie. He threw his sweatshirt on, zipper remaining undone showing off his exposed chest, and he plopped down next to Steve.Â
Oh boy. Steve hopes Billy didnât notice the fact that he was staring at him that entire time.
âSo whatâs the plan for the rest of tonight Stevie?â
Steve feigned annoyance at the nickname (though it secretly made him embarrassingly giddy). âWell weâre going to roast some hot dogs and make some sâmores and hang around the fire before bed.â
âSounds like a plan Harrington.â
An uncomfortable silence grows from there. The two of them sitting side by side looking out at the lake in front of them. Nothing but the sounds of splashing water and giggling teenagers. Billy is picking at the grass. Thinking. Steve might say he even looks nervous.
âIâm sorry about last November.â Billy doesnât look up from where itâs pointing towards the overgrown blades of dead grass.Â
Itâs not the snarky and forced apology he was expecting. To be completely honest he never did expect one. Seven months had passed since it happened and not a single word from Billy. He just left him alone like his sister demanded.
âIâve wanted to apologize before. But I wasnât in a great place and didnât want to screw it up. I probably already did by taking so long.â He took a deep breath and finally looked up. Eyes focused on the lake and avoiding Steveâs gaze. âI needed to make sure I was apologizing for the right reasons. Not just to get my sister off my back or to somehow make myself feel better about what I did to your face. I needed to apologize so that you knew that I was sorry. And I needed to be okay with you not forgiving me for it. So thatâs why Iâm saying it now.â
 Billy finally looks over at Steve who has been staring at Billy with wide eyes. Itâs weird, because when Steve thinks about it, he kind of forgave him a long time ago. Because yeah, what Billy did was shitty, but not completely unfounded. Heâs been underneath someone like that, barreling into him without care, more than once. It would have been easy to say Billy and his interaction was nothing like what he had with Jonathan Byers. Billy was actually a bad guy.Â
But thatâs the thing. He really wasnât. Not after everything happened.Â
He wasnât outwardly kind. But he didnât start shit. He minded his own business and moved through high school the same way everyone else did. And after hearing Max and Dustin and El vouch for him to come on this trip, well that sort of just sealed the deal. He forgave him before he even apologized.
But here he was. Apologizing. And for some reason Steve was rethinking ever forgiving him. It made no sense. But somehow actually knowing and believing Billy was actually sorry made forgiveness harder. Like in his mind it was easier because Billy didnât get to know that he was forgiven. He was scared by telling Billy that he would be justifying what he did.Â
So Steve doesnât respond. And he can tell that Billyâs upset about it. Itâs only been ten minutes but he decides to call the kids out of the water anyway.
- : -
The sun was setting and everyone had gathered around the campfire to roast marshmallows. Things had been ever so tense between Steve and Billy ever since their conversation at the lake. No one else seemed to notice though.Â
It was easy to distract himself from Billyâs saddened state by watching as Dustin set his marshmallow on fire. Every time without fail. Max wasnât roasting hers, just eating the marshmallows straight out of the bag because she doesnât like graham crackers. Billy was intently making the most golden brown marshmallow for El because she didnât know how to properly roast her own. It was really sweet. Billy seemed happy to do it but at the same time he had that lingering gloomy look on his face that would come in and out of existence.
Steve felt a little bad because he did that. Yeah, itâs the guy who nearly killed him, but he didnât want to make him sad.Â
He brightened up a little bit when the bickering began between Dustin and Mike. This was the reason they couldnât share a tent. Max, El, and Billy moved into their own conversation out of earshot while Steve tried to calm down an overly enthusiastic Dustin.
When the argument ended Billy was looking to be in a much better mood than before. It was a little odd. They noticed the fire starting to dim so Max and El quickly excused themselves to go gather some more twigs from the forest.Â
Billy was poking at the fire with a stick, trying to keep it alive (masking a developing smirk on his face).
âHey Steve!!â Maxâs voice echoes. âThereâs a gaping hole in your tent!âÂ
El is stifling a laugh. Steve doesnât seem to notice.
Steve rushes over to inspect the damage and yeah, itâs a gaping hole alright. His entire body could fit through it. How did he not notice it earlier?
âGoddamnit!â Steve curses the air.
âIâm sure Billy wouldnât mind sharing!â El says, albeit, a little too excitedly.
Steve looks over to Billy who is still poking at the fire. âYeah. I got room, I donât mind.âÂ
And now Steve canât just say no. Heâd have to give a reason and well⌠heâs kind of strapped for an alternative so, Billyâs tent it is.
- : -
They stay by the campfire until the sun has completely set and the fire has gone out on its own. They broke out a couple of Beers and after several minutes of constant begging Steve caved and let the party have a small amount of beer each, poured into a red solo cup.
âThis tastes like shit.â Dustin made a ridiculous face.
âStill better than New Coke.â Mike chimed in.
Billy helped Steve carry his things over to Billyâs tent. It was extremely awkward. Billy hadnât really said a word to Steve the entire time and now they were supposed to sleep side by side in a pretty compact space? This should be fun.
An over dramatic yawn released by Max was their signal to head to sleep. The stars were clear above them and they had a pretty eventful day. Steve made sure everything was good while the rest of them piled into their own tents. Once heâs sure the food is secured and everyone is where theyâre supposed to be, he sucks in a sharp breath and makes his way over to Billy in his tent.
Billy is already in his sleeping bag. Heâs got a book in one hand and a flashlight in his other. Steve quickly discards his shoes and jeans and covers himself in his own sleeping bag.Â
Theyâre both facing away from each other. It isnât until Steve hears the click of the flashlight and the illumination in the tent disappears that he realizes neither of them have spoken.Â
Steve has been thinking about the apology all night. He planned to just leave it be. Maybe thank him for apologizing but leave it at that. But seeing how much heâs changed and seeing how sincere he was being told him maybe Billy deserved to be forgiven. He also looked like he needed to be forgiven, despite what he said before at the lake.Â
âI needed to apologize so that you knew that I was sorry. And I needed to be okay with you not forgiving me for it. So thatâs why Iâm saying it now.â
âI forgive you Billy.â
âHmm?â
âI said I forgive you. Iâm sorry I didnât say it back at the lake.â Steve took in a deep breath and continued. âI wasnât sure if it would be the right thing. But youâre clearly not the same person you were that night. I just didnât really see it at first. Iâm going to have to get used to this new and improved version of Billy Hargrove.â
Billy smiled to himself.Â
âThanks.â
Steve smiled too.Â
The tent grew silent again after that. But it was slightly less tense than it was before.
âCan I say something stupid?â Billy asks.
Steve turns over to face Billy. He laughs. âYeah. Itâd be nice hearing it come from someone else for a change.â
Billy doesnât turn to face Steve, but he can tell that heâs nervous because itâs quiet enough to hear his breathing quicken.
âI like you. Like⌠in that way. Sorry if thatâs weird.â
Steve is quick to respond.
âHey, itâs not weird. Donât apologize for that.â Heâs thinking a lot about Will. He and Dustin had talked about it before. How theyâd be sure to make sure that Will knew it was okay whenever he chose to tell them. He doesnât see why that should be any different for anyone else. Including Billy Hargrove.
But he guesses this is kind of different. Itâs not just a confession of being into guys. Itâs a confession of being into a specific guy. The specific guy in question being Steve.
It would also be pretty hypocritical of Steve to be weirded out. Not two hours ago he was fully objectifying Billyâs shirtless body. He might not like Billy. But dammit he was definitely attracted to him.
âIf youâre uncomfortable I can hike back to the Camaro and sleep there. Itâs not a problem.â
Billy had already begun unzipping the sleeping bag. Steve instinctively put a hand on Billyâs shoulder.Â
âHey. Billy itâs seriously alright. Look at me.â
Billy hesitated before rolling over. Their eyes met and due to the compact nature of their current sleeping arrangement, their faces lie mere inches away from each other. Steve had planned something to say, but he instantly forgot when he looked into Billyâs eyes. They werenât the eyes belonging to an egregious asshole. They were the eyes belonging to a scared kid that maybe, given the time, Steve could grow to like.Â
He could try blaming it on the beer. But Billy and himself both knew he didnât even finish the one. But still, Steve inched closer and kissed him. It was soft and gentle. Steve moved a hand up to caress Billyâs cheek. Billy gently grabbed Steveâs wrist and deepened the kiss.Â
Steve could feel Billyâs smile on his lips.Â
He slithered his other hand underneath Billy and pulled him in closer. Their bodies were completely pressed against each other at every point, save for the thickness of not one but two sleeping bags separating skin from skin.Â
Still they could feel each otherâs heartbeats increase as their pace did the same. The kiss turned from gentle to one filled with need.Â
Billy began working at the zipper of his sleeping bag with his other hand and was able to break free. He rolled Steve over onto his back and situated one leg on either side of Steveâs hips. Their lips didnât come unattached. Steve moved both hands to the back of Billyâs head and he took fists full of hair and tugged gently, causing Billy to quietly moan into his mouth.
It was complete euphoria.
Billy was in just his boxers. Meanwhile Steve was still beneath the thick material of his sleeping bag. Billy unzipped it quickly for Steve and immediately tossed it off of him. Billy snaked a hand underneath Steveâs shirt. Moving up and down the full length of his chest. Appreciating his minimal chest hair. On the trip back down Billyâs hand palmed Steveâs crotch where he was quickly becoming hard from all of the friction. Steve let out a gasp as he made contact.Â
âWe canât. The kidsâll hear us.â
âThen youâll just have to be quiet pretty-boy.â
Billy waited for Steve to give indication that it was okay to continue. Steve laughed and pulled him back down to meet his lips. Billy hiked up his shirt and they shortly separated to pull it over his head. Billy moved back in to Steveâs neck and sucked harshly on several spots before peppering kisses all along the length of his torso until he reached his navel. Billy stuck his thumbs underneath the waistband of Steveâs briefs and slowly rolled them down.
Billy moves so that heâs in between Steveâs legs and lowers his head into his groin. Steve feels as the tension builds in the pit of his stomach from the delicate touch of Billyâs tongue. Even under the chill from the night air heâs warm all over.
âFeels so good Billy, Fuck!â He quickly puts a hand over his mouth when he realizes he said that a little too loudly.
Steve is just lying there, experiencing the utter bliss that is Billy Hargroves mouth wrapped around his cock making him feel every sensation all at once.Â
âIâm close.â He whispers. God he really hopes the kids are asleep.
âCome for me pretty-boy.â
And boy does he. Just the way he said it was enough for Steve. He was a goner at the mere drop of the words âpretty boyâ.
Billy wiped away at his mouth and crawled back up to lay down next to him. Steve immediately pulls him into another kiss. Heâs not quite ready to come down from the high he was currently in. Billyâs mouth on his was a fucking drug.Â
Itâs weird to thank people after sex right?
Steve settles for something else when they finally part.
âItâs my turn.â
- : -
The two of them wake up in a single sleeping bag. Steve has his arms wrapped around Billyâs wasted and his head tucked into the crook of his neck. Steve is sweating because Billyâs is a goddamn space heater.
He can hear the rustling of the tents outside and quickly wakes up Billy so they can get out of their current suggestive position.
Billy in his sleepy state gives Steve a quick kiss on the lips. Heâs quickly woken up by Dustin screaming at everyone to wake up from outside the tent.Â
âWeâll talk about this later?â Steve says with a laugh.
Billy nods and gives him another quick kiss before getting up and tossing on a new pair of clothes.Â
Once dressed they both exit the tent to see everyone making their way to the picnic table.Â
They pull out several boxes of cereal and some milk from the cooler and begin eating their breakfast. Billy is sitting across from Steve, gently kicking at his feet.Â
âHey Steve what happened to your neck?â Dustin asks.
Steveâs eyes go wide and he quickly comes up with a cover.
âOh uh, there were a lot of mosquitoes last night. Wouldnât leave me alone.â
They all seem to accept the response and go back to their breakfasts.
Billy smirks at him from across the table and Steve stomps on his foot.
- : -
Max, Billy and El say their goodbyes and head off in the Camaro.Â
Once the Engine is running and theyâve started driving away they all burst into laughter.
âI canât believe you actually took a knife to Steveâs tent.â
âI canât believe you actually fucked Steve!â
#harringrove#steve harrington#billy hargrove#mandi writes tresh#fanfic#i really loved this prompt by the way#lemons
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