#she ganked me HARD the first try

[jacqcrisis]

I forgot how stupid hats look on Dragonborn until Orin stole my boy's face to make a spooky ooky speech

So he made her dance and set her on fire until she died about it.

[angelicjackles]

— reckless heroine.

cw: fem!reader, best friend!reader, hurt/comfort, angst with a smidge of fluff, injuries and blood descriptions — 2.2k a/n: this is the first time I've posted anything publicly in years so consider this a testing the waters fic, trying to find my groove and decide if i want to make this a regular thing.

summary: after a rough, but successful hunt, you and dean arrive back at the motel, only you were reckless and got injured, some duct tape patching up ensues from an angry dean.

The storm had arrived just as Dean and her pulled into the grimy parking lot of the Twin Pines Motel, how very Montana. The heavy raindrops pummeled against the windows like a stark warning. The sky rumbled with low growls, and flashes of jagged light illuminated the dim, rundown building. Inside their basic motel room, the air was thick with tension and the unmistakable smell of almost damp carpet—a cheerful welcome after a semi-successful hunt with a werewolf.

Dean slammed the creaky motel door shut behind them, the force alone almost enough to splinter the plaster around the hinges, his expression a maelstrom of anger and concern blended into one explosive temper as he flicked the lightswitch, the gross orange-ish glow of the overhead bulb highlighted the unsavoury nature of their accommodation. They’d come a long way from Kansas for this hunt.

Sam and Cas took off East together for a potential case, something something bizarre circumstances, frankly, there’d been little resistance offered when the duo took off to the east coast, leaving her and Dean to take Montana—although if they were real, they’d probably have taken anywhere over the east coast.

The door was barely closed for a moment before his gruff voice crackled through the air like a whip. “Did that brewing concussion knock all damn common sense out of your head?” Dean snapped angrily, his demandingly sharp voice rising above the impending storm. “You got a fucking death wish or something?”

She grimaced, carefully moving to sit on one of the twin beds, feeling the throbbing pain radiating from the gash on the back of her shoulder, the wound still steadily leaking blood, instinctively rubbing the spot on the back of your head that had collided with the concrete earlier in the night when he mentioned a concussion.

“Very funny,” she retorted in deadpan, infusing her tone with a touch of biting sarcasm that was quickly becoming a defence mechanism, and all but guaranteed to rile him up further. “The victim needed help, she was bleeding out and scared, and unlike you I actually gave a shit about more than ganking the mutt.” The implication that he didn’t care if the victim survived so long as they handled the werewolf wasn’t helping Dean’s mood, but the remorse she showed was negligible. “Besides, I handled it, didn’t I? And it worked—aren’t you always telling me ‘trust your instincts, your instincts are good’.” she added on before he had a chance to respond, putting an emphasis on the drawl of his voice. The mock only made that muscle in his jaw clench so hard it wouldn’t be a surprise if his teeth shattered. Heed the warning.

A growl bubbled in the back of his throat, but somehow he managed to keep it partially contained and tossed both his and her bags down onto the bed she hadn’t plopped down on. He may be pissed at her right now but that didn’t mean he was going to let his injured best friend carry her own bag. “Trust your instincts?” He gestured wildly with his hand, like that would somehow show just how worked up he was right now. She was getting to him, bad, and it was taking every ounce of willpower he was summoning from Chuck only knows where to stop from lashing out at her. “You were reckless and got yourself attacked in the process of playing heroine!” He rasped, his low voice reverberating off the thin motel walls with how loud his words escaped. 

Just for good measure he had to force his eyes elsewhere, just so he’d stop being faced with those claw marks on your shoulder, every glance at them made something in him coil and burn. Stomping towards the foot of the unoccupied bed, he aggressively unzipped his duffle bag and rummaged through it. Meanwhile she was busy shedding herself of the unnecessary clothing and gear, kicking her shoes off and abandoning them on the mysteriously patchy carpet next to the bed, unbuckling her belt and unlatching the clasp on the blade sheath on her hip, tossing both onto the lone chair off to the side of the beds.

Finally after a few long moments his fingers found the squished edges of the first-aid kit he’d grown used to keeping in there—the first-aid kit that only remained stocked up because she meticulously replenished what she, him and Sam went through after every hunt—Snagging it up, deft fingers were quick to unzip and flick through it haphazardly, plucking out several different medical supplies.

When he realised she hadn’t responded to his last few retorts, which was uncharacteristic for her, his eyes flickered back towards her, forest green eyes darkening at the blood leaking against her pale skin. “You put yourself in danger, again, and walked away with a souvenir I’m not too keen on.” He continued despite his better judgement, gesturing angrily at the deep werewolf claw marks on the back of your shoulder blade, having torn through her flannel and undershirt, soaking both in bright crimson and leaving her down to a base layer tank top.

The retort had her glancing over her shoulder, but able to see little more than the dark streaks of blood sticking to wet skin. The amount of blood she’d lost so far wasn’t enough to be life-threatening, but it was definitely a worrying situation that needed attention. God forbid the pair didn’t do their back-and-forth arguing before that though, not like she was bleeding out over here or anything. “You’re lucky you didn’t get yourself killed.” He grumbled, not so hotly as before, the edges of concern leaking into his voice. “These are gonna scar ugly...” The last part was more of an afterthought.

“More to add to the collection,” she mused out far too casually for the situation. “What did you ju—” He interjected, a warning hiss in his voice, but she was quick to wave a dismissive hand over her shoulder at him. “Forget it.” She brushed off, cutting off his warning remark.

‘It’s like she’s trying to piss me off,’ Dean thought to himself, and hell maybe she was. “For once, couldn’t you have followed the game plan, sweetheart? Fuckin’ hell…” His tone was a mixture of worried fondness and scolding terseness. Either way, she was quick to turn her entire body around on the bed to glare at him, ignoring the searing pain from her wound with the quick movement.

“Oh? Am I supposed to bow down to Dean Winchester’s expert advice? Follow orders blindly?” She shot back at him, a chilling kind of coolness to her voice. “‘Cause I’m pretty sure that’s your speciality,” she added, venomously, the tension in her voice masking the discomfort that coiled within her body.

And she could have sworn she saw him flinch as soon as the words tumbled out of her mouth, making a low simmering pit of guilt fester inside her, knowing she was out of line. Low blow. His gaze pained for a fleeting moment, pretty green eyes widening and mouth falling open the smallest amount like those words had quite literally taken the breath from his lungs; but it quickly hardened again as he stewed on those words, cracking open a bottle of antiseptic with more force than necessary. “Just— shut up, for once.” It was almost a plea, more of a pained demand, but she knew she’d hit a nerve. “Sit still and let me patch you up, okay? I may not be a doctor, but I can keep your ass from bleeding out.”

She rolled your eyes, watching as he pulled out a smorgasbord of supplies from the first-aid kit. “I’m perfectly capable of handling my own medical emergencies. This isn’t my first skirmish with fangs and claws, Dean. I don’t need your help,” her voice came out more snapped than intended.

Despite the fact they both knew the precocious positioning of this wound left her unable to attend to it herself, she’d have to be a pretty fine contortionist to deal with it without help. Dean opened his mouth to inform his best friend of just that but thought better of it in the final second, slowly his mouth slipped closed.

A frustrated grunt slipped past his lips and one hand racked impatiently through his short, messy locks. “Well, congratulations on surviving past encounters, but this looks like a crime scene,” he replied tersely before sighing in frustration, the adrenaline of the situation beginning to die. “—plus, you’re bleeding on my marginally clean bed,” he added on, in an attempt to diffuse the situation, which pulled a scoffed laugh from her mouth before it could be helped.

His tense shoulders dropped slightly in relief when she responded by gingerly peeling the fabric of her black tank top away from the wound, letting it slip down off her slender shoulder so he’d have access. 

The next fifteen minutes were deafeningly quiet, the only sounds were the soft pained noises that left her mouth, and the heavy breaths of concentration from Dean as he worked at disinfecting and patching up the wound on her shoulder as best as possible - Would this be easier to do in the bathroom instead of on the bed? Absolutely, but here they were.

Thankfully the wound didn’t need stitches, the claw marks the werewolf had left her with were nasty but not deep enough to be genuinely worrisome—not that it would stop Dean from worrying like a motherfucker. They’d leave some impressively disgusting scars, and hurt like a bitch for the next couple weeks as they healed, and as much as he was tempted to suggest going to the nearest a&e to get her properly seen to, just to be safe, he knew what her answer would be, so that wasn’t a battle he’d win. His basic hunter duct-taping would have to suffice.

The mood wasn’t great, both seething with worry and anger and pain that blended together into a chokingly intense thickness that lingered like smoke in the air, so it was in everyone’s best interests that they shut up.

“Done.”

Those words out of his mouth seemed to break the atmosphere and she slowly glanced back at him over her shoulder right in time for his thumbs to smooth out the medical tape that adhered the thick, white dressings to her pale skin, his touch extremely gentle despite everything, ensuring the tape wouldn’t come loose.

Turning on the bed so she was facing him as he remained stood up, her shoulders rolled back slowly, testing out the movement with the fresh patch up, it seemed to be healing. “How’s it looking, doc?” She quipped, her voice slightly lilted, making a weak attempt to lighten the mood up, too damn tired to argue further with him. His mouth quirked up in what could be described as a lazy grin. “Think you might just survive the night, thanks to the tireless effort of your handsome doctor.” He teased, only because he wanted to see her roll her eyes in that fondly affectionate way, and he got his wish.

The way she made a point to shake her head at him was all he needed to see to know that the sparky atmosphere had diminished; even though it was likely due to the adrenaline dying out and the pain kicking in.

His eyes followed her when she pushed herself to stand up, hands instinctively reaching out to steady her. “Mm, I don’t know, can’t say the bloody hands add to the sex appeal.” She hummed, eyes flicking down to his hands that were stained with her blood, hands that were now staining her arm in deep crimson too, her brows furrowing in distaste, but he didn’t seem in a rush to pull his hand back so she didn’t move to knock him off either. His gaze dropped to the offending hands in question, nose scrunching up at the sight of the blood as his thumb stroked against her elbow. “So… you’re saying I have sex appeal?” 

The tone of his voice in that moment was the most playful thing she’d heard from him in a long time. She couldn’t help but laugh, a real hearty ‘you’re such an idiot’ kind of laugh, the kind that had him grinning crookedly at her in return.

“Your ego needs no further stroking, I’m gonna plead the fifth on that one.” She held her hands up in mock surrender, which only rumbled an amused laugh from deep in his chest.

“That’s my girl.” Dean beamed, running his tongue over his teeth with a soft sigh. The adrenaline had long since faded and now he was left with that anxious worry and tired stress lingering in his body. “Fuck… C’mere, you,” he beckoned suddenly, barely giving her time to register his words before he was pulling her in against his chest, strong arms wrapping around her in such a delicate way, careful of her injuries while somehow managing to squish her into him. The height difference leaving the top of her head tucked perfectly underneath his chin as his fingers carted through her messy hair.

“Look... Call a truce, sweetheart?” The gruff hunter muttered into her hair, his arms cradling her close to his larger body. “Truce.” She conceded, placing a complacent kiss against his clothed shoulder, which earned a soft little rumbly hum from him.

The storm raged outside, but within the cramped motel room, a warmth had blossomed between the pair of them—a reminder that despite all the chaos of the job, it was them against the world and in this tempest, as the thunder rolled across the darkening horizon and the lightning split the sky, they both knew they’d face them together, side by side.

[captain-n-crunchies]

Miles 42 Headcannons ( We got a man yall 🤭🤭

Miles 42x Black Reader

OK first off, THIS IS A 15/16 YEAR OLD CHILD HE BROKE AS HELL

Like he not broke broke but, hell shadow box for $5 and win ts. To me I feel he got a little money saved form how his dad taught his savings, and he got a back account because remember he's like a hitman he gets paid, but he's not like rich enough to the point he buys you like Rolex watches, Catier, Dior vintage bags from the 70's spring collection.

Next, I feel like to me evry says hes like some bad boy to me i just think hes troubled but, hes a good kid. In the first movie Miles acted the same way and in the second movie he's more mature I feel like Miles-42 matured faster since his dad died; he could never play with action figures when no action was taken to save his dad

It very sad how they describe him in fics as like a drug dealer bad kid when really, I think he's just a matured yet still goofy version of Miles like imagine Hobie attitude with miles it practically the same!

Also, more on the dating side of things Miles-42 I believe would not trust his s/o til 3 months later or even more. Miles-42 is a hitman, and he may have been taught people are going to burn your bridge when they have the chance so, Miles stays clear of really revealing his inner turmoil's til he can fully trust you.

But, when Miles does open up he's like a little flower all nice and smells good yet can still have you in the bed sick and tired if tried hard enough, I feel like his emotions would turn more gentler like he wasn't neglecting you but he kind of was condescending when you show a lot of affection and until you prove your real, hell just make the relationship picture worthy and not living worthy.

But an opinion I know people would say is true is that Miles both of them cannot flirt. Remember than most likely Miles-42 dad and Miles-1160 uncle died at or around the same time which means they both experienced the same ' I almost messed up my chances with this cool girl because my uncle/dad didn't teach me how to be a smooth criminal' but to me with how he put his hand on Miles-1160 shoulder..that man had one girlfriend in the 5th grade and he's been feelin himself since then.

Now before you two started dating you have crushes, Miles didn't have many crushes to my idea. I feel like he didn't see it like he thought of kids as friends and if he did like smb it would be like quick and over with simply because he would try to be friends more.

Like imagine you tryna shoot your shot with him and he just asks you what your favorite power ranger...that what I mage would happen but he's 15/16 so instead it him saying ' cool but, not interested' like he's not rude about it but, you would feel he not messin with you,

Buttt if he does have like a real crush on you, I feel like he would try to get to know you by socials than irl, like asking Ganke can he ask for your socials and then following you and from there trying bag you by cheesy but smooth texts. He would ask about your day, what was the homework, what clubs you do ask a conversation starter but, if you feelin him hell asking about music because I feel like Miles-42 and Miles-1160 both have a music bone in them, and you know Miles-42 listens to good music (won't ever catch him listening to mf Lil Pump ass) I also feel like Miles would ask about pop culture opinions to see how you are as a person like do you watch any popular tv shows? Ohhhh your favorite is Greys Anatomy... so you have nothing to do in your time? That what hell thinks.

My last little head cannon is more of what he would do if Ms. Rio liked you, which because he respectful baddies she likes us quickly, so What would miles do if Rio likes us 🧐

First, Miles wouldn't tell but shell know simply because Miles never smiles at a text, it doesn't matter if he won $128302 million, he not smiling until he met our lovely baddie reader now, he is giggling and kicking his feet. To Ms. Rio that's not normal, it gives her a sense of his old self and she doesn't pry into his social like a helicopter parent but, she doesn't take a peek over his shoulder and when Miles does get the courage to tell her she just smiling acting like she aint know.

Miles seeing his mom like would take a big relief off his shoulders because he thought about the reddit stories where the mom is crazy and now, he thinks his momma gonna run us over with a truck and blame it on the next-door neighbor (true miles fashion)

His mom liking you also lets him know he picked the right one, mothers know best when it comes to fake people for some odd reason and if Rio didn't side-eye you when she met you then your good and he's inviting you to his house more often. I'm not going to talking about Uncle Aaron because I feel like they not as close like that but that a head cannon for a sad day.

But, at the end of the day Miles wants us bad 🤭🤭

[anikaluv]

ANGELITA —

❤︎︎ pairing: Miles (e!1610) × fem!reader

❤︎︎ genre: fluff

❤︎︎ cw: adopting a puppy 🩷

❤︎︎ summary: Reader and Miles (e!1610) adopting a puppy headcannons

❤︎︎ w/c: 500

❤︎︎ a/n: Decided to make 2 parts cause the first part had me thinking lmao

PART ONE

❤︎ E!1610 MILES always notices the radiant grin on your face whenever you come across people with dogs, and he loves how you can't resist petting them

❤︎ E!1610 MILES who notes that most posts you like on insta have cute lil’ pups in ‘em

❤︎ E!1610 MILES agreeing to take to you the pet shelter the day you ask even though he had a date prepped to surprise you there in 2 weeks

❤︎ E!1610 MILES walked into the pet shelter and immediately knew it’ll be a hard decision because every puppy was downright cute to the both of you

❤︎ E!1610 MILES accompanies you as you check out each puppy one by one, but he hasn't found a connection with any of them yet

❤︎ E!1610 MILES heart starting to race when the employee walks in with the last puppy coated in fluffy soft fur saying, “This is our last one, she’s a bit smaller than the others.”

❤︎ E!1610 MILES trying to get the puppy to come to him, saying “C’mere, angelita!” , and when the puppy turned her neck and ran towards Miles pouncing on him and liking his face, the name had stuck

❤︎ E!1610 MILES stays up all night with Angelita, helping her adjust to your apartment and ensuring she feels safe and loved

❤︎ E!1610 MILES immediately getting the apartment puppy proofed because he’ll be damned to let anything hurt his baby

❤︎ E!1610 MILES trying to teach Angelita tricks and when she finally gets one down he jumps for joy like an excited little girl

❤︎ E!1610 MILES heart breaking when he has to hold Angelita down at the vet and she’s sobbing

❤︎ E!1610 MILES denying that he was tearing up when you two were saying goodbye to Angelita on her first day of doggy school

❤︎ E!1610 MILES struggles to focus on work when Angelita constantly demands tummy rubs, and he happily obliges

❤︎ E!1610 MILES who updates 30 pictures a day of Angelita to his private album called “daddy’s little angel”

❤︎ E!1610 MILES can't resist picking up Angelita every time she whines, easily falling for her charm

❤︎ E!1610 MILES trying to not to be jealous when he introduces Angelita to Ganke and she warms up to him INSTANTLY (a little too quickly according to Miles)

❤︎ E!1610 MILES who pouts when you have to lecture him about giving Angelita too many treats (he can’t help it)

❤︎ E!1610 MILES pets Angelita while she whines, feeling guilty about chewing through his new Jordans during her teething phase

❤︎ E!1610 MILES who is not scared to go next door and shout at the neighbors to turn their TV down because Angelita is scared of loud noises

❤︎ E!1610 MILES always spoils Angelita with the newest collars, leashes, toys, and anything she might enjoy

❤︎ E!1610 MILES apologizing profusely when you tease him about whether he loves you or Angelita more, knowing that he loves you both dearly

❤︎ E!1610 MILES sadly watches as Angelita struggles to make friends with other puppies at the dog park, reminding him of his own early days at Visions Academy

❤︎ E!1610 MILES hissing when he tried slipping into his spider suit one day and Angelita shat in it

❤︎ E!1610 MILES heart warming while sitting on the couch watching tv with you two; realizing he has the two cutest things in the world right next to him

ENDING A/N: This is my first Miles (e!1610) fic, so I might not have his personality right all the way yet lol

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Fingers Sifting Black Earth 1 - That Awkward Moment When

Happy Yuletide, motherfuckers! Next story's up.

On AO3.

It is important for me to be down on my knees, my fingers sifting the black earth, making those things grow which will grow. —Ann Struthers, Planting the Sand Cherry

So you’re in hell. The air scorches the back of your throat and your pits are beyond dank. Your new (relatively) tunic clings to your back beneath your new (also relatively) drow armor, and your tit region is a full blown swamp.

Even Astarion, famously undead, shines with sweat.

“Everyone present and accounted for?” Gale says. Poor man is more soaked-through than you. Turns out wizard robes, without cooling enchantments which he’s short of at the moment, ain’t all that good for running around a magical forge embedded in a mother fucking lava lake.

“Let’s just get out of here,” Shadowheart says. She at least got a sweet, new set of armor outta that forge.

Lae’zel sways, and then glares when you notice. You don’t say nothing.

Only Karlach stays chipper. She’s waiting over with Wyll next to the big ass lever. On Gale’s nod, they manage to kick and shove the creaky bitch down. The metal platform y’all stand on groans. Jolts. You expect, for a pants-shitting moment, for the fucker to crack in half and drop y’all onto that lake. You read somewhere that people don’t actually sink into lave, like that volcano movie. Cause it’s melted rock with the same density. It’s a lot more like dropping a square of cold butter onto a hot-ass, stainless steel pan. Lots of sizzling and skittering around as the water in the body boils off. Course, you’re dead before you hit, since the superheated air sears shut the lungs—

Everybody’s staring at you. Wyll grimaces.

Oops. You’re all up in the brainworm group chat with that one.

“Sorry,” you say.

“That’s pretty accurate, actually,” Karlach says.

To which Wyll turns his horrified look to her. She just shrugs.

The platform shudders. Wheezes. Screams a little. And then starts to rise. All in one piece.

You sigh and slump. Let your head fall back to try to keep breathing the oven-hot air. You grew up in Oklahoma-sticky, been caught out in one-hundred-thirteen degrees with ninety percent humidity and northerners are always surprised when you tell that that yes, you can actually sweat on the backs of your hands.

Ain’t none of that compares to this hellscape. Literally.

Eventually, the first drafts of cooler air brush your cheeks. You’re beyond things like modesty right now, so you loosen the sides of your armor—thank you Gale for the perfect-fit enchantment—enough you can flap your tunic and try to relieve some of the tiddy sweat.

Catch Astarion watching you with one eyebrow quirked.

You try not to think about that just now.

It’s been a helluva few days. Fresh off escaping a drow hunting party, y’all ran into a group of duergar slavers working a bunch of gnomes half to death to free some Absolute cultist piece of shit. They’re all dead, now. Between them gnomes, the cave buffalo, and all y’all, you’re pretty sure every slaver got ganked.

Astarion…

He really does not fucking care about other people. Not even people in a position a lot like his own. You met others like that. You were others like that for a while. But when he made that “joke” (cause it ain’t never actually a joke) about “motivating the staff” (and by that he meant “torturing defenseless people”) you cold-shouldered him. Hard.

He’s been slinking around your peripherals ever since.

You wipe the sweat from your face as best you can. Which mostly means smearing it around.

It ain’t right to let him carry on like that and treat it like it’s fine. It ain’t. And you’re pretty sure he knows that—you try hard not to think of him as a dog tiptoeing around after getting yelled at. Especially since this dog seems way more used to kicks than words. But you ain’t sure what you should do about it. If you should. Because…you care about the stupid shit. And then you think you shouldn’t because the man has screaming red flags. But…but so did you. When Sasha first tried to talk to you, you went full, flaming Testimony on her.

But she didn’t give up. She saw something in you. The part you would later find in the root cellar, covered in sticky pear juice, staring down at a piece of shattered glass. All the talk you ever heard—the books, the podcasts, anything you could listen to before it got too much and your chest got too tight to breathe and you was right back there again—says that bringing people outta shit like that is work. It takes time. Patience.

If it can be done. If the person ain’t too far gone.

If your sorry ass can possibly navigate the fucking minefield you’re starting to realize that man is.

Fuck.

At least y’all found explosives. Lots of them. Including a giant fucking barrel of something called “rune powder” that y’all sorta stole that made all them other gnomes real fucking nervous about. You’re gonna find whatever controls the cult and the fucking brainworms, and you’re gonna paint “fuck you” on the side of that barrel before you have Karlach—or Lae’zel, actually—chuck it right at their face. There’s an easy answer for one of your problems (ninety-nine problems and that man is one).

The rest of the group is run fucking ragged right now. Between all the murder and the coups y’all have initiated, between the fight with that murderfuck Absolutist and the giant fuck off robot at the forge, y’all can probably sleep for a collective week.

Astarion is still watching you.

Shadowheart raises an eyebrow for you to catch. Turns out stepping off a boat with your neck fucking purpled from hickeys tends to tip off everybody that you was fooling around with that goblin of a vampire man. Elf. Shithead.

You look away.

You just don’t know. He kissed you and you liked it. You liked the whole fingerbanging, too. Like, a lot. Then he ain’t letting you talk to him about it, then suggested you two do it again, then goes off to be a fuckhead racist and then y’all almost got squashed by the iron giant.

And now he’s sidling up to you just as you’re starting to savor the suggestion of cooler air on your skin.

“Hello, darling,” he says.

Okay, fine, he’s stupid handsome. You actually see it now, despite the granny hair (fine, it adds to his “bisexually hot” vibes). Now he’s all sweaty, and that’s gross, but the gross part of your brain fucking perks up anyway.

“Hi, Astarion,” you say.

The elevator rattles and clanks around you. Y’all are lifting up through a shaft cut so smooth, you’d think it had to be made with either water, or modern Earth drilling equipment.

Probably fucking magic. Fucking Middle Narnia.

The magma glow has receded, and now the only light comes from Karlach’s thrumming hellfire heart engine and the tiny flames dancing through her hair and on the tips of her nails. And from Shadowheart’s glowing face-smashing mace that Astarion stole, which then obliterated a whole ass Githyanki creche.

It’s enough to give the illusion of privacy.

“You know, I can’t help but feel we’ve grown somewhat…distant, the last few days,” Astarion says.

“We been kinda busy,” you say.

He hums. Shifts beside you. Then he leans in, his breath cool as it tickles the hairs on your neck. “We never did find an answer to my question, either.”

You know damn well what he’s talking about. Sidling up next to you in that dead temple. Leaning in as he’s doing now, his scent washing over you, voice low and silky in your ear when he asked “your tent or mine.”

“Huh,” you say. Like a smart person.

You got no idea what you’re doing. No idea what you should be doing. You are stumbling around in an unfamiliar, pitch-black room, half drunk, tits swinging, banging into every goddamn piece of furniture in there.

“So,” Astarion says. Leans so close he could kiss your cheek if he moved another inch.

Seems he wants that answer.

What are y’all? What is this? A one-time fling after surviving some bullshit? Stress relief? A new hobby?

You ain’t never done this before. Certainly not with someone like him. Don’t know the rules. You…you’re scared. If you ask him, if you question this or press him for any of the thoughts in your head, he’ll spook.

And deep down (maybe not so deep), you’re a greedy little shit yourself. A whole childhood denied things like cellphones and internet, like steady meals and safety and any kind of privacy and not getting publicly switched in your underwear. And then coming out of that and the group homes, the food stamps, the public health insurance and barely scraping by until so, so recently.

When you got kidnapped by a squidward alien and dropped without so much as a stitch of clothing (but with a fucking dildo, jesus) into another dimension.

You want something nice. Just for once. Just without having to think about the shoulds or should-nots. The morals and the risk and being able to fucking afford it.

This is a terrible fucking idea. Maybe you really are a weak piece of shit. Because you turn to look at him. In the dim glow of y’all’s companions, his eyes reflect a predator’s shine: two copper pennies glowing in the gloom.

You gotta figure all this shit out. Sort the mess in your head. Maybe after y’all find this cult shit and throw a bomb at it and the brainworms is gone.

Astarion is a bitch and an asshole. He makes you laugh. He stabbed a man like eight times for you, and goddamnit, kissing him feels like it paints your skin in electricity.

God ain’t real and neither is sin. And if sin ain’t real, then there’s no reason to feel shame or guilt about engaging in consensual tomfoolery.

Right?

You clear your throat. “We can, uh. Mine. I guess.”

Jesus.

His fangs is shockingly white when he grins. He brushes the tip of his nose against your cheek. “Excellent. I can’t wait.”

“Aww,” Karlach coos.

Right as Shadowheart says, “Do try to remember we can all hear you.”

You jerk away so fast you almost trip right off the edge of the magic fucking elevator. Which they all saw, and which makes you consider hurling yourself off on purpose just so you don’t have to deal with any of this.

Until a faint sound bounces down the shaft at y’all.

Shadowheart lifts her face. Squints. “Is that a dog?”

[pluto-00]

Miles!42 hc’s

w/black!fem!reader

a/n: they way I see ppl write him is so stereotypical..this is still miles we’re talking about! Js bc he got braids n a cooler atmosphere, bro is NOT running w a gang. Plus if my spanish is used wrong, pls tell me!! I wanna make sure this is perfect.

also…these hcs are so silly and cute <33 had alot of fun writing this tbh.

Miles!42 who acts so hard in-front of others and his friends but really he’s just as dorky and awkward. (Likes playing minecraft but keeps it on the down-low, cuz he gets embarrassed.)

Huge video game enthusiast, from mortal kombat to terraria you already know he’s on that. Ganke and him play terraria all the time.

Miles!42 who mentions you all the time which kinda pisses Ganke off.

Does certain things to impress his uncle, trying to seem cool and more like a man. But you of all people, know he’s just fronting.

Miles!42 who thinks he seems sooo nonchalant, but really he cares about you so much.

Gotta huge soft spot for you and his mama.

When he comes over to your place to hang out, he always has some type of tubbaware filled with Rio’s cooking. She refuses to send that boy over without some sort of pleasantries. Which causes your mom to ask when is miles coming over, just to have some of ríos cooking.

“When’s that lil boyfriend of yours coming over? His momma cook food real good.”

“First of all, it’s for me. Ms.Morales loves me.”

Miles!42 who is a huge sneakerhead and will talk shit if he sees you with dirty air forces.

“Yo, you kinda nasty for that.”

“Whatchu talking about?”

“Why are your forces so dirty? Didn’t I tell you I got some sneaker cleaner at my place.”

“Mmcht, man get out my face, these are old ass hell.”

Gets a side job just to buy some sneakers or those over-priced spray ground book-bags.

Always leaving his friends to hang with you.

“I’m taking my girl out today, so I can’t.”

“I cant hang, me and my girl chilling tommorrow.”

Miles!42 who runs over to your place when yall had an argument, with your favorite soda and bag of chips he got from the corner store. Apologizes a-lot, especially if he knew was in the wrong.

“M’sorry, alright? I was doing too much.”

“No shit..” You’d say before pulling him into a hug.

Acts out for his little friends, calling you “ma” in-front of them, knowing damn well his real mama at home don’t play like that.

This boy will turn into somebody’s mother in public!! Talking shi under his breath in spanish, especially when he see’s ppl acting a fool in public.

“¿Estas personas no tienen entrenamiento en el hogar?”

Very assuring when it comes to you, especially when you over think something.

“You’re doing fine, mi querída. Don’t let those bad thoughts get to you..”

Anytime he see’s you in a cute outfit, hes so quick to say

“You look beautiful, te adoro.”

When Miles had you over at his place for the first time, he introduced you to his mother right away. And then later to Uncle Aaron.

You were nervous of making a bad first impression, but she found you very respectful and a good fit for Miles. Which led to her and you becoming really close, every-time you go over to Miles place you always ask where Rio is.

“Ms. Morales! You’re future daughter-in-law is here!” Which causes miles to get embrassed and for Rio to laugh.

“Ms. Morales, miles is being mean to me,” She goes along with it, jokingly telling miles to stop bothering you.

“Ms. Morales, you gotta teach me how to make this..” Who excitedly writes down the recipe and shows you step by step on how to make it.

Uncle Aaron likes you being with miles because you bring him out of his shell. He believes Jeff wouldve enjoyed your company too.

Miles!42 who’s tender-headed. Thats it.

Don’t let nobody but himself braid his hair. Which was a shock to Uncle Aaron, when he found out Miles let you wash and braid his hair.

But you swear up and down he act’s like a baby when you braid his hair, you literally have to resort to your black momma instincts when his head moves the slightest or his hand reaches up to the area you were braiding.

“Move ya hand!”

“You tugging on my scalp, fym?”

“Not my fault you tender-headed.”

“Mmcht-“

“Don’t suck ya teeth at me-“

Misses his dad dearly, calls you up to talk to you, anything to keep his mind off of it for a while. Only to eventually open up further, while you comfort him.

Miles is a big momma’s boy. Considering Rio is the only parent he has left, he would do anything for her. She’s stressed? He’s telling her to relax for the day. It’s mothers day? He’s going all out, with a boquete of her favorite flowers and a gift that she’s been talking about for the longest but never has had the time or money to buy.

Watches anime religiously, gets into those heated anime debates like who would win Goku or One punch man? Which is one is mopping the floor Sukuna or Gojo?

[fuxuannie]

↳ pairing : miles morales x (filo) reader

↳ synopsis : "ang dami mo naman tinatago, ginamit mo lang ba ako" - ikaw at sila, moira dela torre

↳ authors note : the reader being filo does nawt matter at all i jus wanna write tagalog dialogue HAHHA *translations will be provided @ the end me also say this quick & angsty :( no atsv spoilers. BOLD ITALICS are flashbacks

Dating MILES was certainly not an.. easy feat. Not only was he constantly busy, but would mysteriously disappear in random times whether at school or just simple hangouts. "I'll be quick." He says, but the next time you see him is in 3 days and he's covered in bandages.

You learned from some schoolmates that before you, there seemed to be a girl named Gwanda that he was particularly hung over about after she left.

Of course, students will be students who crave any sort of drama will try and spark up rumors. You trusted Miles, and you were hoping that your trust wasn't misplaced. He didn't seem like the type of guy to lie to you, the exact opposite infact. The boy seemed to love you more than he loved the world, he just.. it didn't hurt to be cautious.

Miles is a friendly guy. Anyone would feel hurt over a friend leaving, that's it and there's nothing more to it.

You sigh softly as you leave your classroom, Miles already waiting for you because his ended early. "Hi babe." He'll smile, grabbing your hand and intertwining his fingers with yours. "Hi." You reply, your energy far different from his.

There's silence when you two walk, through the halls and out the schools main doors. Unlike Miles, you still lived with your parents unlike him who shared a dorm with Ganke.

"You hear about the stories going around us lately? Jeez, seems like people are more obsessed with our relationship than we are."

"Miles."

His smile disappears when he realizes you're upset or unamused.

"Are you really.. over her?"

You stop in your tracks, staring at Miles who was a few steps ahead of you. His head still turned away from you, but he feels your gaze burning into the back of his head.

He says nothing, so you continue further.

"Alam mo ba, I really tried, Miles."

You remember the sketches of a blonde haired girl in his notebook, features similar to the girl your classmates described.

He still refuses to to look at you.

"I wanted to fight for us, I really really did."

There's something about the way he talks to his parents about her,

"I miss her a lot, I hope she visits soon."

"You'll never believe who she hangs out with now..!-"

"She had the nicest smile I've ever seen."

It felt.. odd.

His head looks down to the floor, as if lost in thought.

"Pero ang hirap kapag di mo naman talaga gusto sakin."

You feel something akin to a stab to your gut when you catch a glimpse of his phone, your eyes widening slightly at the photo of Gwen and him. Of course you wouldn't have minded.. but you two were on a date, a date that happened because it was your first year of being together.

You look back at Miles, forcing a smile as if nothing had happened. As if what was supposed to be a day worth celebrating, wasn't the very same day your heart was shattered into a million pieces.

Miles finally turned to face you, his expression is mixed with sadness and confliction.

"I'm not her, Miles. I can't be her."

You wanted him to say something, anything. Anything to prove that there was a reason to keep trying in this relationship.

But there's silence, his hand slips away and you allow it.

You two stand there, suffocating in the air surrounding you. It felt so hard to even breathe with how hard you were holding in your urge to cry.

This was for the best, right? It was better for the both of you if you just.. left it there and now.

But you were just so scared that you'll regret everything and run back to him in a heartbeat, back to a boy who never truly loved you.

"You're right."

Those words cause more damage than you ever thought they could, he has no idea how two words can absolutely break a person, how hard it is to realize that a one year relationship was a lie after you gave your all for him.

"I see."

What did you expect? For him to tell you that he wasn't still inlove with a person who left him two years ago? That he didn't date you to absolutely distract himself from the fact he missed Gwen? That's absurd, impossible even.

You turn around and begin to walk away, mostly to hide the tears that were threatening to fall down your face.

It's over, right? No more overthinking, or wondering if you're not enough.

You know the truth, that's what you wanted.

But there's a lingering feeling, one that you can't quite shake off.

That there's the tiniest chance that he'll grab your hand, pull you in and tell you that it's all a misunderstanding.

And against your better judgement, you look back.

He's already walking away.

TRANSLATIONS ::

Ang dami mo naman tinatago, ginamit mo lang ba ako = There were so many things you were hiding, did you just use me?

Alam mo ba = Did you know? / You know?

Pero ang hirap kapag di mo naman talaga gusto sakin = But it's really hard if you don't really want me

[tarnussy]

Ok I have to ask about the tags on the Malenia fandom post... How the hell did they try to make Godrick a pedophile

There are 2 occasions that stood out to me: According to the first one, he is a pedophile and a rapist because the dead dragon didn't consent to be grafted (like???). Then there was mention of the grafted scions as well, tho that was in a separate post if I remember correctly. (Of course, creepy kids when Godrick -> bad!!! Creepy kids when Rennala -> good) This wasn't on a small account either, and like so, a whole eco chamber decided it's now canon. Based on who this person's fav character is, this assumption was extremely hypocritical. They called out this behavior from fans against their fav character (which was right 100% to call them out) but then, they turned around and did the same behavior they resented so much, this time against people who like Godrick (I assume bc usually his fans stay quiet or just ignore it, or are bullied off the site). Second one: person had a client at work who was overly kind in a smarmy way, so he was labeled creepy and "must have been a pedophile" all based on vibes, and then according to that logic they thought Godrick was one too simply based on their personal vibes (and seeing him in the worst faith possible). They had a feeling he was like that, and so people who like him were no different (according to this person). Second person was actively making the fandom as unenjoyable as possible. Their genuine goal was to make fandom experience fucking vile for anyone who liked Godrick (or anyone that liked a character they didn't like, all which I happen to like). And not just this person but a whole group of their besties who flocked to this behavior like flies to a pile of steaming shit. Just because why not, I suppose. I do feel like my experience with ER would have been much better if I never checked the tags or the fandom ever. Which is hard bc I am a creator myself and I used to monitor main tags because of my own posts as well. Before becoming an active blog, I liked nearly every character (M@lenia was my favourite female character back then!) but I'm unfortunately the type of person whose brain holds onto bad memories a lot and also associates characters with bad apples like this. And M@lenia's apples almost all seem super fucking bad. Very similar to stans of Alcin@ Dimitr3scu, same level of witch hunts as well. At this point there is no way I could ever look at M@lenia and not immediately think of all the disgusting, hypocritical and unfair behavior a big portion of her fans have been doing for years. Which is sad bc I think she is a cool character and I think she has chill fans as well who are nice. Too bad they are overpowered by the most loud ones. And it has an extreme level of irony bc this same type of fan is the one to scream into the void how awful Radahn fans are. I can 100% tell, since I am on every single social media for my ER accounts and interact with people everywhere, that Radahn fans are nowhere near on the same level. Sure, they have their arguments or even slightly problematic behavior but it's never at a level of personal witch hunts and ganging up on others. I know a couple of people who (similarly to me) liked both Godrick and M@lenia at some point, and just altogether left the fandom because of the constant attacks and arguments her fans were doing. So this is a way bigger issue than it seems. And ofc anyone who ever dared to speak about it was either witch hunted or ganked in the tags. I had multiple people hit me up in privately about this back when it was going down, so that definitely reassured me it wasn't just my observation. And, you know, fandom should be fun. Why be a petty asshole for no reason? And to a level that is very much harmful in real life? So their "it's just a game" shit-ass argument when you call out this behavior has no place when it comes to organized harassment that affects people in real life. And somehow it's always the perps who cry wolf. And everyone else who is affected should stay quiet in fear of witch hunt against them. You see this wall of text above? This is me keeping it short. Only scraping the surface here.

[silent-raven13]

Well, imagine that! 🩷💜💙 2

(Part 1)

"Okay, guys! Gather around, it's time for Spin the Bottle!" Gayatri giggles holding the empty bottle, her brown eyes spotted her boyfriend's friends and students from her school sitting around the circle. "Remember, 7 heaven in the closet, when you get picked!"

"Spread out everyone. Oh Miles, you can sit with me." Gayatri said wanting everyone to mix into the circle.

Pav sat next to Hobie, "This is exciting and nerve racking! I feel my heart pounding so hard against my chest!" He turns to his closed friend as he touch his chest to feel his heart raced. "Do you get that, Hobie?" No response from the Spider-Punk, "Hobie?"

The Indian teenager spotted Hobie staring longing at Miles, no surprised there. "Hey," He pokes his punker friend.

"Huh, what were you saying, mate?" The punker snapped out of it for the moment.

Pav grins widely on his face, "Dude, you were staring at Miles, again. Why not ask him out?" He whispers lowly.

"Me, staring at Peter Pan? Nah, I was admiring that tacky painting over there." Hobie lies.

"Come on, man. Why do you deny it so much?" He quietly asked, noticing Miles busy talking to Gayatri. Then, saw Hobie softly smiling at the way Miles would shyly laughs or his big wide addicting smile while talking to Pav's girlfriend.

"It's not easy... I want him to be honest about himself." Hobie admits, "I rather wait."

"Are you sure?" His friend asked being skeptical, "Your the jealous type, dude. I saw how upset you got when he mentions about him and Ganke kissed. Also, will you handle it with this game."

"I'm all for Miles to experience as much as possible, mate. I'll be fine." Hobie casually said trying to shrug off the conversation.

"Okay, just letting you know there's a lot of cute guys and girls in this circle." Pav hums with his eyes around the group, he spotted Gwen talking to a random girl.

"Okay, everyone! We ready!" Gayatri asked out loud.

"Wait! I like to join!" The group looks over to where the voice was coming from, it's a very handsome student from their school, Hari Oberoi.

Hobie's body tensed as he saw Miles gawking at the guy. Hari Oberoi, Pav's Harry Osborn, in the world the teenager boy is known for his good looks and charming gaze. His brown hair in a lazy slick back with gel glistening by light in the room, he got taper fade and clean long stubble beard that suit well on his face. His skin tone brown, eyes almost golden and perfect white straight teeth, with expensive shirt, jeans and Jordans.

"Hari! Okay, just sit around. Guys make room." Gayatri smiles happily, she seems to know Hari through their modeling career, before she got with Pavitr. Many of the girls in the circle were excited to get the chance to kiss Hari Oberoi, he's such a handsome guy and a part time model.

Of course, Oberoi family are rich with all their powerful connections, they had to put their handsome son on a modeling agency. It's one way to keep the family's name on good terms, even if Nalin Oberoi is Green Goblin. But no one knows that except for the Spider Band.

"So, who wants to go first?" Gayatri started off checking to see who wants to go first, she saw know one brave enough. "Okay! Okay, I'll start." She offers, having to spin the bottle first.

It landed on a girl causing everyone to, "Oooohhh," at the two. The teenager girl blushes as she and Gayatri got up to go in the closet and kiss for seven minutes.

"Wow, Gayatri is so brave. I don't know I can do it." Pav said with awe, "My palms are sweaty."

"Lad, you need to relax." Hobie said in a calm tone as he took out a joint, then spoke out loud to the group, "How about some real fun, eh? Anyone do to share spliff?" He took out his lighter to lit up his joint, he did the first puff-puff then pass it to Pav.

Pav gasps, "Smoking! Hmmm..."

"Oh come on, Pav. You either do it or you don't!" Gwen groans.

"Okay. Okay. Fine!" Pav smoke a bit of the joint before passing it around, he started to cough out loud making Hobie laugh.

"You good, mate? Sounds like you took it good." Hobie teased already feeling his high coming, his eyes on Pav with a smirk on his face. The Indian teenager's eyes suddenly turned red already feeling it.

"Whoa!" Pav rub his eyes already feeling weird, "I never gotten high! Is this what it feels.. feeelllsss... fffffeeeeeeeeeellllllssssss...sss like? LYKE? LllIike? Why does that word sound so weird?" He lost his train of thought. "I feel so relaxed and giggles." He hugs Hobie's arm having to snuggle against him.

Miles' watched the two getting all touchy and close, he'll be lying to himself if he says he wasn't jealous. The way Pav happily wraps around Hobie's arm, slowly snuggling against him with his face buried in his crush's chest. The sixteen year old nibble the inside of his bottom lip, he's envious of Pav. To be so openly confident, and speaking his mind, Miles wishes he can do that. It's hard for him to do it.

Soon the joint came to Miles' hands, he felt Hobie's eyes on him. "Gonna smoke it, Peter Pan?" He asked with a gleam in his eyes.

Miles felt bashful, "Yea..." He placed his lips on the crutch of the shared joint, then inhale twice, before exhaling two smoke rings. The group were impressed at him.

"Wow, ain't that a lil neat trick, luv." Hobie smirks widely, knowing Miles had smoke before.

"Nuthin' special." He shrugs feeling a bit glad his crush is impressed.

"Wow, Miles. How do you do that?" Pav asked.

Gwen said, "That's new."

"Me and Ganke always smoke at parties." Miles said, tasting the weed on his tongue. He could feel his high coming- Whoa, Hobie carry some strong shit.

Soon Hari got the joint, then took the crutch around his lip inhaling the product. Soon he blew out a smoke shaped like a jellyfish. "Wow." Miles stood surprised with the other group.

Hobie rolled his eyes, "Show off." He thought. The slick back hair teenager gave sheepish smile as he passed it to the next person.

"How did you do that?" Miles finally asked the guy.

"You do the O method then push it with your hands then you follow it with the ghost method. It's much more cooler with a vape." Hari grins at Miles, having his eyes on him.

"Wow, maybe we need a bong." Miles said.

"Maybe." Hari chuckles showing off his charming smile.

Gwen looks at Hobie with a sly grin on her face, her punker friend looking mad-mad. The way he's glaring at Hari talking almost flirting with Miles.

Soon Gayarti and the other girl came out of the closet with their seven minutes up. The group grins widely at how bashful look. "What did we miss?" She asked.

"We passing around joint, baby!" Pav spoke out first, he noticed her lips swollen from all the kissing. Hobie ended up with the joint then offer to the two that didn't try, "We to give it a go, mate?"

"Sure!" Gayatri said as she take a couple of hits then passed it to the girl she made out. She coughs, "Ohh, wow. This stuff is strong!"

"Only the best." Hobie cooly said.

"Oh Miles, you wanna go next?" Gayatri passed by the joint to Hobie as she went back to her seat alongside the other girl.

Miles' eyes widen having a warm deep tint on his cheeks, "Uhhh- Sure?" He went over to spin the bottle, he's hoping to land at Hobie. He could feel his palms sweating from being nervous.

The bottle spinning around the group. "Who's it gonna be?" Pav asked being excited for his turn the suspends gets him so hype.

The bottle landed on Hari, causing everyone to gasp and oohed with a much louder tone. Some of the girls giggles seeing how two cute boys were gonna make out. "Ooh, Miles!" Gayatri nudges him with her left shoulder, "Look at you being lucky. I heard he's a great kisser."

Hobie's hear that having his body tensed up. Jealousy spikes through his veins, seeing the cocky bloke getting up as he run his hair trying to play it off cool.

Pav gasps, "Even the way he gets up is so cool."

Hari stood with a gleam in his eyes, a perfect smile on his face. Miles got up being shy, "You can do it, Miles." Gwen cheers for him.

Mile gave a weak grin when he got up he didn't realize how tall Hari was. "You ready?" Hari asked him.

"Ye-yeah?" He stuttered being overwhelmed by the part time model, he's more majestic closed up.

Gayatri giggles opening the closet room for them to go in. "Have fun, but not too much fun!" She chimes as the two walks inside the room. Hobie could only glare at Hari, watching their backsides going in the dark room. "Seven minutes in Heaven!"

Miles hears Gayatri after she closed the door behind them, he slowly breathe taking in the room's scent and Hari's expensive cologne. The two were quiet... too quiet...

"Come on, do something Miles! You done this before." He said to himself being nervous. His hands was going to take Hari's handsome's face, until he stopped hearing the teenager's voice.

"Hey, if you're nervous, we don't have to kiss." He finally said.

Miles eyes widen hearing Hari's voice, he sounds so kind? Really off putting with his face. "Oh, um... I'm sorry." The young Spider-man finally said unsure if Hari didn't want to kiss him, or is a straight guy. Good thing, it's dark enough that the other teenager won't noticed his expression.

"No! No, don't apologize. Actually..." Hari quickly turns to Miles trying to reassure him, "I never do stuff like this. I rarely go to parties."

"Oh... have you ever kissed a boy?" Miles asked, "Because I can get why-" Har said, "I've kissed people before, but doing this... it's all new."

"Hey man, it's cool. We don't have to... we can lie." He said hearing Hari sigh in relief.

"Thanks... it's just I thought I would look cool joining, but I didn't expect to be picked so soon. I should've stayed home and play my video games."

"Oh, you play? What kind of games?" Miles asked, he hopes there's games he knows in this world. "I like Street Fighter."

"Oh me too! I'm into a lot of fighting games like Mortal Kombat and sports games like NBA 2K22."

"Sweet. Those games are fire. Do you play Fortnite?"

"Yeah, I'm not good at it. I still have my first generation outfits." Hari chuckles feeling comfortable talking with Miles. "Say... what's your name? I haven't caught it."

"Miles! My name is Miles. Yours?" Miles asked, he already know his name but it's best to be polite and asked.

"Hari. I'm friends with Gayatri, because we have the same agency." Hari casually said, "You know her through her boyfriend, huh?"

"Yeah, I'm friends with Pav."

"How did you two meet?"

"Online. You know him, he's always social."

"Ha, yeah. I don't know where he gets it all. I get too nervous meeting new people, and I still get nervous around my small group of friends. I rather just stay at home and read my comic books."

Miles gasps, "You read comic books! I mean, sorry, man. I just- I'm a fan of comics too. I collect figures."

"Me too!" Hari's eyes widen finally meeting someone with the same taste. "I have five figures in my collection room. I'm planning to buy this expensive Chung Lee one, but I really want to buy some Copic marker set."

"Do you draw? And I collected some stuff like Power Rangers, G.I Joes, and Transforms way back but I do want to get some One Piece ones. Zoro is my favorite."

"You like One Piece!" Hari's eyes gleamed, showing his nerdy Otaku side. "I'm sorry, I rarely get to meet a fan. I normally don't talk to a lot of people... my dad is very strict."

Miles could hear the excitement of Hari's voice washed into a soft bit of sadness when mentioning his father. Yeah, no kidding, he's dad is Pav's nemesis, the Green Goblin! "Well, I can be your friend. Who's your favorite One Piece character?"

"Ugh, my queen, Robin!"

"Ah, nice!" The two sat on the floor talking to each other, then the next thing, they know- Hari cup Miles' face with his thumb softly rubbing against his plump lips. The young Spider-man let him lean over to kiss, soon they were tongue kissing.

Miles could feel his heart pounding against his chest, as Hari took control of their kisses. Their mouths not willing to let each other go, which made him more surprised. He likes this. "Wow, kissing Hari is so different than Ganke." He could feeling his body being excited like all of his worries melted away.

"Mmm." He let out a soft cute moan to breathe slowly pulling away from Hari's lip.

"Heh, that's cute, Miles." Hari went back to kissing him on the lips feeling their salvia parting on their lips. Miles merely took the kiss falling on his back, they were too into it at this point.

Outside of the door, the group waited for the two come out. "They been in there for ten minutes!" Gwen finally said.

Gayatri giggles, "I guess, they are having so much fun."

Pav nodded, "Wow, I didn't know Miles can be so- Hobie, what's wrong?" Noticing his friend going over to the closet with a beer in his hand, he had enough of this.

Hobie roughly kicks the door open without giving a shit, "Hobie! We're in Gayatri's home, you don't kick people's doors like that!" Gwen shouted.

"Gwen, it's fine." Gayatri actually liked seeing Hobie all jealous for his crush, she was hoping for him to do something about it three minutes ago.

Hobie turns to Gayatri, "Sorry, luv. Seven minutes is the rules!" He kicks the door open again having to breaking the latch using his Spider-man strength.

This caused Hari and Miles to jump by the sudden burst of the door being swung open. Hobie had a dark look on his face witnessing his crush being lay on the floor by that fucking wanker. Hari lift his head up being surprised still breathing heavily almost drooling, even his hair and clothes became a bit out of placed. "Huh? What's wrong?" He finally asked.

Miles cover his mouth trying to maintain his breathing after such an amazing heated kiss. He got all hot and bothered, forgetting this was a game. "Hobie?" He finally asked being embarrassed his crush had to look at him like that.

"Aye, you two get out. It's been ten minutes. Having fun, Peter Pan?" Hobie asked a bit more rudely, his tone sounded annoyed.

"Oh shit, right! The game." Hari smiles bashfully, he got up taking Miles' hand to get him up. "Sorry, didn't know it was a big deal."

"No, it's fine." Miles added, he finally show his swollen lips a bit plumper from all the kissing. "You're a great kisser, Hari."

That ticked off Hobie a bit more, he chug his beer, "Hah, right..." They're not together. It's okay for Miles to be polite and flirty with other men, still it pisses off the punker.

So, Hobie did what he do best, he slouch on Miles' shoulder giving a dark glare at Hari already giving him a 'fuck off, he's mine' look. "Luv, are you really that impressed? I feel a bit cheesed off since you haven't got to try," his hand lift Miles' chin up as their lips get closed, "me."

"Huh!" Miles' eyes widen almost feeling Hobie's breath on his lips, their lips being closed until Gayatri playfully nudges Hobie away from Miles.

"HAHAHAHA! You wish! You gotta play the game, Hobie! Miles. Hari, sit back down! We're still playing." She grins widely cockblocking the punker. Miles pouted being disappointed he didn't get the kissed he wanted, but shrug it off having to sit back down.

Hobie grunts on Pav's girlfriend, "Aye, why did you do-" Gayatri's merely smiles having a sort of glare on her face, "That's for breaking my closet door, and you have to play the game to get to kiss Miles!"

"Ugh, hunky dory, mate." The punker grunts knowing she's pissed off at him, he rather avoid her lecture. Lips meet the rim of the glass bottle beer to take another swig of beer, his eyes on Miles.

The sixteen year old Spider-man gave him a sheepish smile and shrug. Better luck, next time! Hobie gave one last glare to Hari, who avoided his gaze. Geez, it's not like he knew Miles' was taken.

The game went on with more twists and turns!

[taruchinator]

🌳 Teen Audiences

🌳 2k Words

🌳 Day 10 | Gravestone for @flufftober!

“Pete, you really don't have to do this.”

“Yes, I do. Just humor me a bit...”

It was a sunny day in Harlem; a stark contrast to the place Peter Parker and Mila Morales were currently at: Manhattan’s local cemetery.

About to ask for Jefferson Davis' blessing to marry his daughter.

So here we are 👏 delving into another one of my fandom obsessions that lay dormant ever since the release of the first game: Petemai (aka Peter/Miles)!

I've always been a sucker for the mentor/mentee relationships, so this one immediately stood out to me when playing the games.

Enjoy! 💖

“Pete, you really don't have to do this.”

“Yes, I do. Just humor me a bit...”

It was a sunny day in Harlem; a stark contrast to the place Peter Parker and Mila Morales were currently at: Manhattan’s local cemetery.

The brunet could feel a familiar unease in the pit of his stomach that spread to his arms and fingertips, making him begin to shake from nerves as he stood in front of a slab of stone that was so important, not just to himself, but mostly to the woman standing beside him.

‘Jefferson Davis’—it read in bold letters. ‘A hero, a father, a husband.’

Peter never got the privilege of meeting the man outside the suit. He would only hear stories from Mila and her mother, saying how brave and kind and loving he was. Still, with how much his girlfriend talked about him, it almost felt like he knew him well enough at this point.

“She's your fiancée now, Parker…” Peter had to mentally correct himself as he turned to look at his companion.

Mila Morales stood in all her glory—short curly hair held in place by bobby pins, a red hoodie Peter bought her when they'd gone shopping after patrol one day, denim shorts and black leggings with red matching Jordans.

But most importantly of all, a simple silver band with a small diamond resting on her ring finger.

It belonged to Aunt May. She'd given it to him back when he and MJ were still dating, a sign of her blessing and also a gift that saved his wallet from having to buy one himself. If she knew who the ring's new owner was though, she'd still be proud.

“Peter?” Mila's soft voice broke the brunet from his trance, snapping his attention back from her hand to her face, scrunched in concern. “You okay? You're shaking.”

Peter couldn't hold back the smile that spread across his face. She was so good to him. He'd never get over that fact. While trying to steady his hands, he reached for Mila's and intertwined their fingers with a firm squeeze. “Yeah, sorry ‘bout that. Guess this is harder than I thought, haha…”

If anyone had told him a year ago that he'd be standing here today, he wouldn't have believed them.

After everything that happened with MJ, Peter learned that balancing the life of a superhero while trying to maintain a healthy relationship was near impossible. The two of them had come to that conclusion together after years of trying to make it work, and despite walking away with no hard feelings, the brunet couldn't help the feeling of hopelessness that was left in his chest.

The harsh reality that he'd never be able to have a romantic relationship was just another burden he had to add to the pile. Things he had to give up with the responsibility of the Spider-Man title.

That was until Mila Morales showed up and turned his world upside down.

After getting over the initial shock of having another spider person who could relate to stuff he couldn't share with his friends, Peter was more than happy to have the young girl under his wing—it wasn't until months passed that he started to notice some… odd behavior on his part when it came to Mila.

Peter could be having the worst day ever—job searching failures, villains escaping, Jonah not knowing when to shut his trap unless Peter glued it shut with his webs—no matter what had him fuming, Mila was always able to get him to smile.

It could be something as simple as her and Ganke programing a new gadget for him to try, her finally getting an A+ in Spanish because if not ‘mi mamá me va a matar esta vez, ¡te lo aseguro!’, or just a dumb joke that didn't make any sense but still had Peter holding his sides and wiping tears in the middle of their patrol.

He'd just be in an overall better mood when around her.

He'd also talk about her without even realizing it. A lot.

“Pete, I get it. You're proud of your girlfriend's progress! But I don't need a day by day update, kay?” Harry had said once when they were chilling at his apartment and Peter was talking about the Holo-Training he'd prepped for Mila.

“Peter, you're just a phone call away. With everything you tell me, Mila can handle a week on her own.” MJ said when Peter voiced his concerns about leaving the girl to look after the city.

And so, the comments started evolving from simple pointers to straight out teasing within a matter of weeks. Harry and MJ wouldn't give him a break whenever it came to Mila, and it was starting to get on his nerves.

But it also got him thinking about her.

About how brave, selfless, caring, and funny she was.

He'd compliment her more often, making sure that she knew just how amazing she was. There was nothing wrong with friends telling each other how smart they were. How creative. Heck, so what if he said she looked beautiful one day after taking off her mask on the rooftop to call it a night—with the moonlight framing her in a way that could only be described as ethereal?

Friends could acknowledge if the other was attractive! Right?

It didn't take long for Peter to analyze the facts and come to the conclusion he was dreading.

He was developing feelings for Mila Morales.

And the thought of that terrified him.

Setting aside the age gap between them (that was a whole separate can of worms he was not prepared to deal with), there were his previous romantic experiences which left him in a bad place. One where he didn't think he was worthy of love and that he only caused suffering to those he cared about.

Friendships were the only thing he allowed himself to hold onto, and even those were always at arm's length. He couldn't bear the idea of losing Mila as a friend, let alone hurting her in any way.

So, he kept everything bottled up in hopes that it was just a silly little crush that would go away on its own.

Only for Spider-Woman to beat him to the punch.

While fighting when possessed by the Venom entity, Mila said and did everything she could to get Peter to snap out of it and fight back. Including revealing her true feelings for him.

Despite wanting to brush it off as a spur of the moment deal, she told him again a week after the incident, clearing the air of any doubt that she hadn't meant it.

And despite wanting to deny her and claim that he didn't feel the same, Mila knew better. She noticed something was off and pressed the issue, stating that she didn't mind being let down, but only if it was genuine and not for ‘her sake’ somehow.

That was more than enough for the dam to break inside him.

Peter explained his concerns, his fears, his insecurities—he opened himself up and laid bare for the other to see. And all she did was listen and comfort him the best she could.

No judgment.

“I don't deserve this. I don't deserve you!” The brunet was holding back tears while Mila placed a hand on his cheek in a soft and comforting manner.

After swallowing a lump in her throat, the teen looked him in the eye and allowed the tiniest of smiles to grace her lips. “Don't you think that's for me to decide?”

And so that night, they shared their first kiss on top of the Empire State Building, with unspoken promises being exchanged between their lips.

Once they started officially dating, Peter was determined to set ground rules.

First, he needed to get Rio's blessing.

An awkward conversation was had at the Morales household in which Peter kept saying essentially the same things over and over, fumbling like an idiot, only for Rio to stop him and say that she already considered him part of the family anyways. He was let go with a hug and threat of keeping her daughter safe.

Second, no intimacy until Mila turned eighteen.

There would be the occasional kiss on the cheek, hand holding and cuddling while watching movies, but anything more heated than that was a strict no-no in Peter's book. Despite how many times his girlfriend did her best to seduce him, causing Spider-Man to have to flee his own apartment on more than one occasion.

And the third one was a secret kept to himself until recently—ask for Jefferson Davis’ blessing as soon as he proposed.

It was entirely unnecessary, and at this point, rather irrelevant to be asking that question, but Peter couldn't help it if he was old fashioned that way.

Staring at the gravestone that marked the resting place of his future father-in-law, he took a deep breath through his nose and out his mouth. Mila squeezed his hand too, showing her support in the only way she could.

“Good evening, Mr. Davis…” Peter managed the sentence without stuttering, which was a win on his book. “I'm sorry to be bothering you today, but there's something important I need to tell you. It's… about your daughter.”

He turned to look at Mila, and she smiled in return, as if to say he was doing a good job. Peter nodded and gulped as he kept going. “A-As I've told you before, Mila and I have been dating for a few months now. She brings me happiness like no one else, and it wouldn't be an exaggeration when I say she's been my lifeline on more than one occasion.”

Bringing their joined hands forward, the brunet extended the young woman's in a way that showed off her ring. It gleamed under the rays of sunlight peeking through the trees and that caused Peter to let out a breathy chuckle. It was real. “Which is why I've asked her to marry me.”

“I'm engaged, daddy…” Mila spoke to her father for the first time since they got there. Her dimples showed clearly with the way she was grinning from ear to ear. “Guess you and mama can't stop betting on Ganke and I, haha…”

Peter laughed along with her, and the unease began to dissipate. Still, his gaze remained on the stone in front of him, keeping him grounded and reminding him of why he was here in the first place. “I… I really wish I could've asked for your blessing in person, sir. Mila and her mother speak the world of you, and with good reason! I also wish… I could apologize properly.”

The image of the bombing caused by the Inner Demons flashed in Peter's mind. The day Jefferson Davis lost his life while trying to protect the people Spider-Man was responsible for—the day he met Mila under the worst circumstances; by not saving her father.

And even though his lover had forgiven him for that ages ago, Peter would carry it with him along with the tragedies that befell anyone who was involved with Spidey.

Regaining his composure, Peter cleared his throat and let himself continue with his speech. “I know I couldn't save you that day… but I swear to you, on my life, that I will make your daughter happy and always keep her safe. Not like she needs it, I'm sure you know how stubborn she can be.”

Spider-Woman lightly shoved him with a roll of her eyes, bringing a smirk to Peter's lips.

At that moment, a light breeze swept by the duo, rustling the leaves of the late autumn season. The brunet stared wide eyed as a leaf placed itself on top of Mr. Davis’ grave, almost perfectly in front of them both.

Mila must have thought the same thing as he did because she leaned upwards to place a kiss on her fiancé's cheek. “Looks like you got your blessing.”

“You think?” Peter mumbled, not wanting to break the quiet stillness around them.

“I know.” A gentle smile then replaced either a mischievous grin. “Even if he might be a bit upset I ended up with a basic white guy.”

Peter allowed himself to chuckle at that, pulling the girl next to him close in a hug. The warmth that radiated from her body was nothing short of calming, and it reminded him of home. In a strange way, she was his new home. “You think if he knew I was Spider-Man I'd score some coolness points?”

“Maybe. Though that would entail he didn't know I was Spider-Woman. Which to be honest makes me like, ten times cooler.”

As the duo left the cemetery hand-in-hand, Peter knew that the future he was heading into was filled with uncertainty. But with his partner in crime standing by his side through it all, he knew it would make it a little bit easier.

After all, who was Spider-Man without Spider-Woman?

[jackandclairearesiblings]

Sam decides this is it. Tonight's the night. He has it all planned out. Theater, dinner, champagne, and he brings the ring out after dessert. It's too perfect.

Until Eileen says no. "It's just not us Sam. This isn't how I want to be proposed to. Don't try so hard."

Sam's bummed but like also "challenge accepted"

They go off on a hunt near one of Bobby's old hunting cabins. It's kind of romantic. No phone service, no wifi. But the cabin is cozy and has a firepit near the lake. Plus they're going after a possible windigo in the woods? Nothing is more them than this. Gank the thing during the day, cuddle all night and Sam asks before they drive home.

Except windigo blood and guts aren't sexy. Eileen got taken and tried to stab her way out of it. Sam smells like smoke and burnt skin from getting too close while torching it. Even after triple showering, they both are too exhausted and disgusting. So Sam decides not to do it.

A couple weeks later, they're hanging out at the bunker. Dean suggested tying the ring to Miracle's collar. Jack offered to help make a scavenger hunt with clues and hiding the ring somewhere. But at this point, Sam is so nervous and he wants it over with and he just wants her to say yes and dammit why is she making this so hard.

So he gives up on proposing. Weeks pass. Months pass. Eileen knows it's not forever and he's just waiting for the perfect moment.

Dean lets them take the Impala for a drive. They pack a picnic and head out of town for the afternoon. After too much bread and wine, they end up in the backseat. The sun starts to set and they're lying on the hood watching the stars appear. This is the most elated the two have been in a long time and Sam starts to wonder if this is it... until he realizes he didn't bring the ring.

Fuck it.

He taps her shoulder and she turns to look at him. He props himself up on his elbow and signs. 'Eileen...'

She knows. And laughs. "Yes."

"Yes?"

"Yes."

"You're not even gonna let me ask? Just yes?"

"You can ask. I just wanted you to know the answer first."

So Sam signs what he's been practicing and working up to all this time. 'Will you marry me?'

Eileen signs back 'Yes'.

TL;DR how I think Sam finally proposed to Eileen

[rainbowsky]

YIBO-OFFICIAL Story Exchange Responses

As we saw in the recent 12/12 post from YIBO-OFFICIAL, they responded to 3 of the story exchange cards from readers. Here are those responses.

Thanks to @potteresque-ire for translating! 💖.

As you may remember, YIBO-OFFICIAL invited everyone to exchange stories using the card provided. They got a lot of responses.

My name is

Recently

I feel

After winter passes, I prepare to

DD's responses:

Recently: My movie "Nameless" has been scheduled for the first day of the Lunar New Year.

I feel: A little excited.

After winter passes, I prepare to: I haven't made up my mind yet. Step by step.

We did a mini version of this on Tumblr as well. You can see my responses here.

YIBO-OFFICIAL chose three responses to reply to.

Response 1

Recently: An elderly in the family passed away. Hustled daily by livelihood onto the highways (i.e. travelling a lot to make ends meet). Listening to Like the Sunshine.

I feel: Very warm and very healing. (Pie note: the fan make use of Y-O's prompt to say she feels the song is very warm and very healing).

After winter passes, I prepare to: Take the whole family to see Hidden Blade on the Lunar New Year.

It was accompanied by this post:

The studio response:

Time passes by, and those who come with it are all but passing travellers.

To have met and become family, to have left warm recollections in each other’s lives, is already a happy memory of this life.

(I) hope your life moving forward will be filled with the breaths of sunlight. Hold tight the hands of your family, embrace the skies that are bluer than yesterday’s, and make bloom in your life even more resplendent flowers.

The person who sent in the original card posted a follow-up response when they saw the studio's reply:

I really didn’t expect that I would be replied by @YIBO-OFFICIAL.

I’m a “mom fan” born in 1978, my son is 17 years old and is having his college entrance exam this year. My son knows that I’m fanning Wang Yibo, and has always supported me!

In 2019, because of repeated recommendations from friends, I was going to Changsha to participate in Happy Camp and with the 5-hour voyage, I downloaded Chen Qing Ling!

I couldn’t get into it at first, but eventually I got more and more fascinated by it. The next day, I saw the photo of my son (translation note: referring to Dd here, since she’s “mom fan”, i.e., she sees Dd as a son) at the Hunan Broadcasting Station and I thought he looked familiar, but didn’t know he was the actor who played Lan Wangji!

Attracted by Lan Wangji, I started to do some digging. I first watched Gank Your Heart, then One More Try. The more I dug, I discovered that behind the sunny smile of my son was the hard work in foreign countries since childhood, was the sacrifice of his teenage years, was his stumbles along his way. From the bottom of my heart, I ached for this child and I started guarding him, becoming a “mom fan”! At least for 1231 days already!

Wang Yibo, thank you for making my ordinary Chinese life colorful, thank you for letting me have the companionship of a lot of like-minded people. Thank you for warming my fourth winter!

Grow with you and work hard with you!

Response 2

Recently: Family and I have all been ill. Haven't recovered yet.

I feel: Somewhat tired.

After winter passes, I prepare to: Be disciplined in maintaining a daily schedule of work and rest and in diet, and stay healthy

It was accompanied by this post:

The studio response:

The miseries of life and illnesses seem to never inform anyone, their sudden “honorary visit” catching people off guard. As such, I hope, at this intersection between the end and the start of the years, that you’ll find the fulcrum of balance in life, overcome life’s miseries and bodily ailments, be good about eating, drinking water, sleeping, living life and getting along with family, become each other’s harbour and you can, too, be a child who makes your dad and mom proud!

In the new year, embrace yourself, embrace your family, embrace love and the visit of happiness ~

Response 3

Recently: Work keeps requiring overtime and is so, so busy, but (I) have loved myself well.

I feel: Very lost. (I) don't like my current job, (I) will try my best to adjust my mentality.

After winter passes, I prepare to: Switch to a work environment I like. Love life like sunshine, live warmly and happily!

Many people lose the small blessings of life amidst their busy work, but (I'm) so glad that in your busy work, you haven't forgotten to love yourself.

Life has its ups and downs like that. Like the skies above our heads are sometimes sunny and sometimes raining, but (I) believe every kind and sincere child will be gifted by life, and good luck will find you in a chance encounter.

Winter will leave. Spring will bring the leaves of hope. Rainbow will bring you luck. Hope you'll find a work environment you like, and live warmly and happily.

Thanks again, Pie, for making this all accessible to us. You are such a massive help!! ❤️❤️❤️

[sapphic-scylla]

I’m sure people are tired of these, but I can’t just not do this for my favorite game in the series.

Dark Souls 3 Boss List (Best to Worst)

Sister Friede and Father Ariandel: The true test of endurance. 3 full phases, all of them require you to deplete a full health bar to progress, and Blackflame Friede after two other phases? It’s a brutal ask, but I’ve never enjoyed any fight more. Plus the music is FIRE.

Dancer of the Boreal Valley: Music mentions will appear a lot in this list. Dancer takes the win for best base game boss because of the music, the ominous vibe, and how difficult she can be. It’s always a coin toss how long it takes me to clear her and yet I love it. Her weapon drop is also pretty fire despite how much everyone else tends to hate them.

Darkeater Midir: WE STAN A GOOD DRAGON FIGHT! I maintain the opinion that this is the only well designed dragon fight in Dark Souls. Elden Ring tried, and I respect it, but Midir just really is everything to me even though he kicks my ass a lot.

Slave Knight Gael: This imposing figure gives me chills and makes me feel all kinds of accomplished after I beat him.

Abyss Watchers: They remind me a lot of Lady Maria and honestly that’s enough to put them up here. Never hard per se, but it’s definitely a badass fight and the music is really freaking good here.

Demon In Pain/Demon Below: Not a lot of people talk about this one, but they should. I really like the design here. The music is a banger, but this, in my opinion, was the closest they came to Ornstein and Smough in being an amazing gank fight.

Twin Princes: I got hard stuck on these guys in my first playthrough. They have a lot of nasty attacks, but there is a rhythm you can get into if you follow their attack speed. Also, music again.

Nameless King: Before DLC, this guy was THE FIGHT. This guy was the controller destroyer. He still kind of is. Dude can bring the hammer down on people who aren’t focused. His health bar is nothing to scoff at either.

Champion Gundyr: A solid, fair fight. This fight gives me chills because the only person I can blame if I die to this man is myself. Difficulty is mid, but I really enjoy this fight every time I do it.

Aldrich, Devourer of Gods: I get scared in this room. I shouldn’t, but he moves weird and he swarm attacks you like a menace. The music is also dope because it’s an ominous take on DS1 music and I love it.

Dragonslayer Armour: The one guy in this game that surprises me every time with how much damage he does. It’s like a jump scare really. I do like him a lot, but it’s always wild to get hit for so much damage and panic heal right afterwards.

Soul of Cinder: A great end to the series and a fantastic homage to the years I spent playing this game. He also attacks like Gwyn which is really nostalgic.

Yhorm the Giant: More about the cinematics than anything. Imposing guy and you take him down with a wind sword. Great power fantasy fight.

Pontiff Sulyvahn: The only fight in this list that actively makes me nervous. This dude has a lot of health no matter how leveled I think I am and he has a way of hitting me no matter how I try to avoid him.

Iudex Gundyr: Best first boss in the Souls franchise. Not hard by any means, but definitely a wake up call.

Oceiros, the Consumed King: I’ve never understood how I can beat this dude so easy. Logically, he should be destroying me, but I regularly come out of there with a win in 1-2 tries. Weird guy.

High Lord Wolnir: The solid middle of this list. Easy as hell, but he just looks so cool.

Vordt of the Boreal Valley: Solid easy game clap. Nothing too special about this guy.

Curse-Rotted Greatwood: Tree balls. That’s all I’ve got.

Crystal Sage: Forever my benchmark for kill or be killed bosses. By no means hard, but he will hose you the fuck down with magic sometimes without warning.

Old Demon King: My kryptonite in this game. He kills me for really stupid reasons. He’s like Magma Wyrms in Elden Ring. I should not struggle with this boss and yet…

Deacons of the Deep: Good place to vent out my frustration about organized religion.

Champion and Gravetender: The dog makes this fight a hassle.

Halflight, Spear of the Church: I hate PvP. Fuck this guy.

Ancient Wyvern: Why is this here? Does this count? I really don’t think so.

[screamqueenkrueger]

The next chapter of Right into the Fire is in the works I promise. In the meantime have my Jason fic.

In The Dusk

Jason Voorhees x Paulina Lawrence

I just wanted to write Paulina getting absolutely pounded by Jason Voorhees. So I did

Dub con sorta? Choking. Size difference. Multiple orgasms. Jason is mute.

He had her.

Fury at herself for letting him sneak up on her flared harshly in Paulina's chest. How had he snuck up on her? He was so big, lumbering, she should have heard him from a mile away. Crunching leaves and branches under heavy boots.

But she hadn't, and now he had her. Paulina couldn't even safely blame the wind or the sound of the lake lapping at the shore. None of that should have mattered. She had been trained better than this.

He'd grabbed her face first, putting his giant palm over her mouth to stifle the scream she was sure to make. She didn't scream. His other arm wrapped around her body in a vice-like grip, lifting her into the air as if she were nothing but a ragdoll. Fuck he's gotta be like three times my size.

She should be struggling more, or at all, that was the logical reaction. But the anger at herself was quickly being washed away by another emotion, a feeling deep in the pit of her stomach which had her limp in his grasp.

Oh no. Oh GOD what's wrong with me?

His hand clasped the entirety of her lower face. It could probably grab her entire head like a softball. The arm around her, a thick band of steel. And the body beneath her, which she thought would be cold to the touch for some reason, was burning hot against her back. He had her against his chest, the mask pressing into the side of her face as he seemed to decide just how he wanted to end her, his breath coming harsh along her cheek. He smelled like wet cedarwood.

And all of this was making her thigh shakingly wet.

Jason had her pinned there. Paulina gave an experimental wriggle and the grip on her tightened. What was taking him so long? She'd expected him to just snap her neck. Or was he just trying to think of something more entertaining? Either way the longer he had her the hotter she got between her legs.

Paulina had to think of something, and not all of the plans flitting through her head included escaping. If she could get him to fuck her good before killing her, she could probably die happy in that post nut glow. She just had to think of a way to get things started without getting ganked off immediately. The horny people always died first after all. She wriggled some more, mostly to keep up the illusion, and also to feel more of him. Her hands were stuck to her side but she was able to grab at his tattered jacket. Jason grunted at her, almost as if he was curious about what the fuck she was doing.

Then his thumb pressed her nostrils closed. Now the fight was on. She couldn't breathe and she wasn't going out like this. Fuck that. She was thrashing now, so much so Jason actually stumbled back. He probably hadn't expected someone so small to be this difficult to restrain. But Paulina wasn't exactly human either, stronger than what her small frame belied.

She felt him step back then jolt to a stop with a grunt. His back had hit a tree. Jason tried to get control of her, the hand over her mouth gripping her so tightly she felt her jaw begin to ache. Holy shit she shouldn't be this ready to go.

In an act of more desperation than anything, for the dick or for life Paulina would never be sure, she reached back and began pawing at whatever part of him she could reach. She was still wet and ready to go, she could feel the throbbing need even as her lungs burned for air and black spots swam at the edges of her vision. She should probably be concerned that the risk to her life didn't dry her up, but she was too busy stroking at his thighs to be worried about that.

Trembling fingers found the button to Jason's pants, and as she quickly unbuttoned them the hard body behind her went rigid. His hand went slack over her mouth, letting her inhale quickly before he caught himself and gripped her jaw tight enough to make the bones creak. As soon as she had his pants open she stroked at his navel, right over the soft skin above his dick. She tried to be slow, but she was growing really desperate now. Paulina had never been good at teasing anyway. No patience for it.

It was working though, or she thought it was anyway. Jason's breathing was becoming uneven. It would hitch at points, almost as if he was holding his breath, waiting to see what she would do.

Come on, come on. She thought desperately, fuck does he even know what I'm trying to do?

The arm around her midsection pulled her impossibly closer, pressing Paulina to the length of his body. Paulina couldn't help but moan into his hand while pushing her ass into him, throwing any thought out the window. She wanted him. There might have been an answering hardness against her ass, but it was hard to tell, and she couldn't reach to stroke him. She could only keep teasing him at his navel, no longer struggling, but squirming against him for any sort of friction.

Then he adjusted and she was elated to feel he was hard. Paulina could feel it against her thigh. More squirming and she was able to get his erection right between her thighs, wiggling to really move the meat of her thighs against him. The hand around her mouth fell away completely to join the arm around her midsection, holding her in place, but it was much less threatening now. Jason's breathing was really getting ragged.

"Come on big guy." Paulina practically moaned. "You know you want to."

The smallest movement of his hips made her gasp. He was getting it! She wriggled herself in a downward motion so that he nudged her ass. Jason seemed to be catching on, because his arms slackened enough to lower her right against his hips. Her hands tugged at his pants impatiently, wanting him out, then in her. With his arms slackened Paulina was able to get to the button of her jeans, getting them undone and pulling them down just enough.

Paulina felt the smooth, yet firm press of his cock, and she braved a look above her. The mask was pointed down to stare at her, Jason's one good eye wide. While meeting his gaze Paulina bit her lower lip, thrusting her hips back against him, causing his dick to slide against her soaked and slick opening. Jason's body shuddered in response, jerking slightly to seek the sensation again. Paulina let out a low moan. She could feel wetness trickling down her legs. She needed him.

"You can put it in." She said quietly. "If you lay me down it's easier." She rolled her hips as incentive, egging him on, but when the head of his cock grazed her clit she gasped, thighs shaking, and she heard an answering moan behind the hockey mask. Oh fuck for the love of God.

Jason was weighing his options, unwilling to let her escape, but Paulina was too busy trying to get him inside her that escape was pretty far from her mind. So, carefully, with his grip still firm around her midsection, Jason lowered them to the forest floor. Paulina didn't even try to get away from him. In fact as he got on his knees she was pushing back into his lap, and as soon as she had the head of him pressed against her opening she sat fully in his lap, spearing her onto the entire length of his cock.

Jason's entire body shook with the shock of pleasure that shot down his spine. The woman in his grasp let out a cry that shook through his ribcage.

Relief flooded through Paulina so great that she let out a near scream of pleasure. She felt Jason shudder behind her but otherwise he didn't seem to know quite what to do.

"You've killed enough teens fucking." Paulina couldn't help that the growl slipped into her voice. She was on her hands and knees with him on his knees behind her. She could ride him like this, but she wanted to feel his powerful thrusts pounding her into the earth. "You gotta have some idea of what to do."

Her words seemed to spur him on. Jason lurched forward, pulling one arm from around her middle to bury a fist into her hair, shoving her down into the forest floor. Oh fuck yes. He was leaning over her, the top half of her body pressed into the ground while she fought to keep her ass in the air, as close to him as possible.

Jason was trying to gather what few scattered thoughts he could. She was right. He had seen enough teens going at it to know what to do, but the sensation of her slick, pulsing heat surrounding him was making it difficult to even think. But now he had her bent over and all he had to do was start moving.

He was doing it. Holy fuck he was doing it. He pulled out, slowly, almost painfully slow, as far out as he seemed able to stand, then sank right back into her. Paulina tried to stifle the relieved whimper that was bubbling up in the back of her throat, but didn't quite succeed. She could feel every inch of him slide in and out of her.

Jason gave a few experimental pumps, head swimming from the overwhelming stimulation, then pushed against the back of her head, hand a fist in her hair, while the other planted into the earth by her head for leverage. He couldn't go slow anymore. He fucked her with hips that snapped at an almost unnatural pace, the sound of skin slapping skin almost deafening in the quiet dusk around Crystal Lake.

At first Paulina could do nothing but pant and try not to unravel completely immediately. But soon she was practically screaming with each of his inward thrusts. He was so fucking big he didn't even really have to aim. Her cervix was in danger. There were a few thrusts that hit too deep, but Paulina couldn't be bothered. The pain only added to the pleasure at that point. Her fists were pulling up clods of dirt as she looked for something to hold on to. Fuck she was going to cum embarrassingly fast. Deliriously she couldn't help but wonder how he didn't nut immediately, but ultimately decided she didn't care. She wasn't near ready for this to end.

Her hand found the hand he had pushed against the ground and she grabbed onto it for some sort of support. She didn't warn him. She didn't think it would mean anything to him, and she was pretty sure it wouldn't be the only one.

Her orgasm came in waves and she cried out with each one that came crashing over her. Jason's hips stuttered behind her as she clenched and twitched around him. Paulina could feel wetness splatter down her thighs, and the sound of squelching joined the slap of their hips.

Paulina tried to slow her breathing, to quell the pants before they started. She was starting to get dizzy, and she wasn't able to come down from the high of her orgasm. It was like a peak, then she felt the next one already building. Jason pounded down into her ruthlessly and it was a struggle just to keep her hips in the air. Jason groaned low in his throat. It was almost a growl coming through the mask. Paulina answered with a gasp and a whimper as the head of his dick hit her cervix again.

This was almost too much for the huge man. He'd never felt anything like the tight heat low in his gut that drove him to thrust in over and over out of his control. Her slick, burning walls drawing him in deeper. He couldn't get close enough. Jason curled over her, but she was so much smaller than him. What was this? The sight of her hand gripping his in the dirt made the heat shoot up his spine like an electric shock.

The woman was crying out again, near screaming to the rhythm of his thrusts, and that slippery flood flowed over his cock again. The walls around him were spasming, gripping him impossibly tighter as fluids squirted all over his thighs. Below him she was shaking, sucking in the rapidly cooling air. She was letting him do this to her, more than willing and pliant beneath his hand. He released her hair and trailed his touch down her spine. Being gentle was not easy for him, and he knew even now he could easily snap her spine if he wanted.

Paulina's thighs were really straining now. She was going to collapse any moment. The heat from his body as he curled in closer enveloped her. A gasp left her when he released her hair giving her scalp the break she hadn't realized it needed, and his hand traced the curve of her spine. She moaned at the sensation, then let out a very undignified yelp when his arm suddenly wrapped around her and flipped her onto her back.

Jason was only out of her long enough to rip her pants completely off before thrusting back in. The woman gave another gasp, arching her back to be closer to him, and as soon as he picked up his brutal pace again she had her legs wrapped around him. One over his hip, the other behind his thigh. Jason moaned and she returned the sound with one of her own, hands tugging on his jacket to pull him even closer to her.

She buried her face into his neck, gasping against his heated skin, then she was kissing and biting at him, her tongue trailing up the tendon of his neck. A shudder ran down his body. She let out a noise different from the others...a giggle? Jason grunted at her and she did it again with another little laugh. His eyes closed behind the mask, the attention to his neck was making the heat coil tighter and tighter deep in his gut. He was close to something. The giggling stopped, she was moaning louder and louder against him, her hips rotating against the rhythm of his snapping hips. Then her body locked up and she was crying out again, her hands going to his thighs and her fingers digging into the muscles there. Jason groaned again, the walls around his dick were twitching and gripping him again, that fluid making it messy and squirting all over him.

"I don't…know...how much more I can take." Paulina gasped. She wasn't used to this many orgasms in a row. She didn't think she had another one in her.

There was only an answering grunt above her and she buried her nose back into his neck. The smell of sweat mixed with that wet cedarwood smell. Paulina liked it.

The thrusts into her were becoming erratic, losing their rhythm and just pounding into her with a desperation that had deep gasps sounding from behind the hockey mask. Holy shit he was going to cum. Paulina considered trying to convince him to pull out and blow his load all over her. She wanted to see how big it would be, but ultimately decided her breeding kink was going to win out. This huge bastard was going to blow his load as deep into her as he could get.

"Come on." Paulina gasped, starting to roll her hips into him again and leaning into his ear. "Let it go Jason."

At the sound of his name he did. The heat snapped in his gut and there was a hot flood of pleasure shooting up his body. Jason groaned and grunted, trying to keep his hips moving, riding out the tidal waves as his cum spilled into the small woman beneath him. Her thighs were tight around him, encouraging him to settle deep into her and just let it out. Jason's pants joined hers, and pressed the mask against her shoulder, waiting for his body to stop twitching. She lay below him patiently. Her legs relaxed and fell to the ground, her whole body going limp beneath him. She seemed content to stay there.

Slowly the strength returned to his body and Jason lifted himself up onto his knees. He looked down at the woman and tried to decide what to do. She was staring back at him with careful, blue eyes. No begging, not crying, not a hint of fear in that face. She was just waiting to see what he would do.

Kill her, the ever present voice of his mother said in the back of his head. She's just like those counselors. But he had gone along with it, had wanted to. Looking down he saw her hands were still clutching his jacket. Rebellion was beginning to spark in his chest. She hadn't been afraid of him, not even a little. Jason turned to look for her pants and found them amongst the leaves of the forest floor. He pulled out of her, causing another little gasp, and reached to grab them.

She was sitting up when he handed them to her, and she was watching him, taking her pants and slowly standing, brushing leaves off of her skin before stepping into her pants, her eyes never leaving his mask. Jason stood as well, tucking his now soft dick into his own pants and trying to gather his thoughts. But one was at the forefront of his mind.

He didn't want to kill her.

So he knelt before her, wrapped his arms around her, then lifted. She let him, not resisting in the slightest. Just let out a small grunt and wound her arms around his neck for support.

He walked her to the entrance of the camp, the sign overgrown with ivy and barely hanging on. He set her down on the other side of the arch way, then nudged her forward.

The message was clear. Just leave.

Paulina took a step forward. Then turned back to look at Jason. She knew this was the best case scenario. So she nodded at him and was surprised to see him nod right back, then she turned and started down the decrepit road away from Camp Crystal Lake.

[missroserose]

Whumptober, Day 21: "You're safe now."

“Shh.  Sammy.  You’re safe now.”

“Dean?”  Sam’s eyes flutter open, Dean’s worried face slowly coming into focus.  “Wha’ happened?”

“Damn, baby bro.  Don’t you remember?��  A little forced jollity, fear underlying the words.  Dean’s hands are touching Sam all over—brushing his bangs off his forehead, taking his pulse, squeezing his hand.  “We were toasting that werewolf we ganked, and the next thing I knew you’d passed out on me.  Why didn’t you tell me it’d got you so badly?”

“It did?”  Sam’s slowly aware of a throbbing in his abdomen; he looks down, realizes he’s shirtless, a neatly stitched gash extending several inches below his ribcage.  “Don’t remember,” he says, sifting through fractured memories.  The hunt, the fight—there’s flashes, bits and pieces, emotional beats more than anything.  Triumph and pride, when he triangulated the location.  Apprehension, isolating one and sneaking up on it.  Terror, when their info turned out to be wrong and the pack was closer than they realized, the three of them against five superhuman monsters—

“Three?”  Sam’s brows knit.  “Dean?  Was Dad fighting with us?”

Dean’s eyes widen at that, and his hand reaches up, fingers running through Sam’s hair.  “Sammy?  Did you hit your head?  I haven’t seen Dad for months, remember?  That’s why I came to find you in the first place.”  

“Right, I just—”  Sam bats Dean’s hand away, lets his head fall back.  “It’s strange.  Like I don’t exactly remember him there, just…” He lets it trail away; Dean is applying iodine to his wound,  staining it yellow-orange.  “Maybe it’s wishful thinking.  If we’d found him, I’d be back at Stanford.”  That was their deal.  He doesn’t know how he could’ve forgotten—ignores the pang at the thought of leaving Dean again—

“Hey, it’s okay.  Blood loss does weird things.”  Dean’s busy putting away the surgical supplies, but he gives Sam a mischievous look.  “This one time, I went out to a bar after a vamp bit me?  I looked like a total dweeb in a turtleneck, you would’ve laughed, but It was the best, I got slammed on like two beers.  And there was this chick there, and she was into me, you know, just really down for it, so I took her out back, and—”

“Oh my god, shut up,” Sam says, hiding his face behind his hands so Dean can’t see him laughing.  “I do not want to hear this—”

“All I’m saying is, the little man wanted to stand up and salute so bad, but it just wasn’t happening—.”  Sam groans, trying to drown him out, but he just raises his voice— “I swear the next vamp I meet I’m going to give them an extra beatdown just for missing out on that opportunity—”  Sam groans louder, and Dean is laughing too hard to continue.

*

Dean tried to hold his family together.  God, with all of his heart, he’d tried.

Sam’d told him once, after a particularly big blowout with Dad—you don’t get it, I’m not solid like you.  I’m the wonky leg in a camp stool.  And it turned out to be truer than he thinks Sam even realized—because maybe he was the wonky leg, but he was still a leg, and without him, the family that Dean had tried so desperately to keep together had just…collapsed.  

He tried, of course.  Got John into bed when he came stumbling in stinking of cheap whiskey and cheaper perfume.  Honed his pool-sharking, his poker face, kept them in fleabag motels and gas station food.  Helped plan hunts, tracking the papers, always looking for some sign of that yellow-eyed bastard who killed Dean’s mother, who shaped their family into the twisted, wobbly form it took today.  He tried, and for a few months, it looked as if they could balance, keep upright, just the two of them—

Then Dean had woken up to an empty motel room, a set of keys and a journal on the bedside table.  No note.  No inscription in the journal.  Not even a thank-you, not that he ever expected one.

He hadn’t expected any of it.  His mother’s violent death.  Sam angry departure.  John’s silent disappearance.  Everyone who ever loved him, gone.

And for the first time in his life, Dean had nobody to take care of.

*

“Sam.  Oh god, Sammy.  You’re safe now.”

The world slowly swims into focus around them.  Familiar worn wallpaper, overflowing shelves, books stacked on every available surface, jostling for space with disassembled car parts and old fetishes, incense, dreamcatchers.  A spring jabs right through layers of foam and mohair into the middle of his back—Bobby’s couch.  “Dean?  Wha’ happened?”

Dean’s expression is different this time—the word haunted springs to mind without any trace of irony.  “Sam.  Oh god.  You’re all right—”  His brother chokes up, buries his head in Sam’s chest.

“It appears that somebody crashed the shit out of the Impala,” comes a dry voice from the corner.  “I swear to God, you Winchesters are stubborn little shits.  I told you ages ago to wear your seatbelts.  It’s lucky you didn’t go through the windshield.”  Bobby rubs his chin and looks away, muttering half to himself.  “Like it’s in one ear and out the other.”

Sam’s forehead is throbbing; he can feel the lump rising even as his heart sinks.  “Dean, I’m so sorry,” he says.  “God, the one time you let me drive—I swear to god I never saw it coming—”

“What?”  Dean’s face rises into Sam’s view again; he shakes his head, then busies his hands with something.  “No, Sam, I was the one who crashed it.  You were in the passenger seat when the truck hit us.”  He lifts an orange-yellow cotton ball, brushes it over the tender spot on Sam’s forehead.   “See?  You hit your head on the window, it bled like crazy.”

Sam catches his breath.  He thought he remembered—the car at night, a fight, headlights bearing down on them—his grip white-knuckled on the steering wheel—Dad’s voice raised—

“Dean?”  Sam swallows, dreading the answer, but he has to ask—”Where’s Dad?”

Dean’s fingers are still dabbing iodine on Sam’s forehead.  “We still haven’t found him,” he says, his voice flat, as if with anger.  “I’ve been sending texts, asked for help when the car crashed and you were unconscious, but there’s been no response.  We’re lucky we were in South Dakota, Bobby came and got us.”

“John Winchester always was a no-good son of a whore,” Bobby says, succinct as ever.  “Dunno why he’s abandoned you two, but good riddance.”

“He didn’t abandon us.  We’ll find him.”  Dean’s voice carries a certainty of desperation, singlehandedly speaking the words into existence.  “Once Sam’s better.  And once I fix the car.”

Bobby shakes his head.  “I’m telling you, son, it’s totaled.  The frame is bent to hell.  You’d have better luck keeping your father out of hell.”

Dean flinches.  “I don’t care.  I’m going to fix it.  I’ll fix everything.”  Sam realizes Dean’s gripping his hand like his life depends on it.  “It’s going to be okay, Sam.  We’ll fix this.  We’ll find him.”

Sam can only nod.

*

Four years on his own took a toll.

Dean played the solitary hunter role for a while.  It wasn’t difficult—he’d had plenty of role models over the years, after all.  He ate at diners, played pool in dive bars.  Stopped at anonymous gas stations on rainy nights, constantly checking over his shoulder.  Occasionally John would call him in on particularly unusual cases—a manticore that had crossed the ocean and nested in rural Arizona, an HOA in Georgia that turned out to be a coven of witches who specialized in memory manipulation—and he kept adding to the journal.  Pretended he didn’t look over at the second bed in the motel room (always a double) the moment he woke up.    Pretended he was happy with the lack of bitching about his diet, his music, his taste in women.   

God, the women.  There were plenty over the first year or two—blondes, usually, curvy and warm and soft as they giggled beer-breath all over his face.  Interchangeable.  A few details that stuck in his mind—Lara, the chemistry major who was slumming it in her hometown.  Gigi, the kind of pout that could convince a mountain to move.  Jenny—one of probably a dozen Jennys, but she had a killer smile and brown bangs that flopped into her eyes when she looked up at him, she loved classic cars and classic rock and he’d saved her from what she thought was a mugging and they’d gone joyriding and he’d actually taken her back to his motel room, half wondered while he was fucking her what it’d have been like to have grown up with a little sister, Samantha instead of Sam—and something got crossed in his brain and he called her that when he came, was mortified afterward, but she laughed it off, said it was a better name than Jenny anyway—

He’d walked her to her door, because he was a gentleman.  And had thrown up in the bushes across the street afterward.  Just another drifter.  Another drunk.

Alone.

He’d found ways to cope.  He’d listen to Led Zeppelin with the volume turned up as he whooshed down the highway.  He’d text Dad or Sam occasionally, and get a response even more occasionally.  He’d take a day off here or there, drive along a scenic route.  He’d tell himself he was free, he was happy, he knew the truth about the world and wasn’t afraid to face it, that he had nothing to lose.  

Once in a while, he even believed it.

A few times a year, when he was in California, he’d steal a car, park it by Sam’s address, wait for him to come home.  Watch as he went inside, without even checking that he hadn’t been followed.  Envy his sense of safety, even as he knew it how tissue-thin it was.  A few times he almost—but no.  Sam wanted his space, and he deserved it.   Deserved to make a better life for himself, if he wanted.  Deserved better than Dean.

Then Dad went missing, and everything changed.

*

Dean won’t talk, and Sam doesn’t know what to do.

Bobby does his best, but even on a good day he’s laconic company.  And whenever Sam tries to bring up Dean, he refuses to engage, with stubbornness to rival a Winchester’s.  “Whatever’s going on between the two of you, you need to sort it out between yourselves, and that’s that.”  

Sam doesn’t even disagree, but…he’s floundering.  There’s something Dean’s not telling him, something major.  There’s a terrible, yawning feeling in the pit of his stomach, but he can’t remember what it’s about; he’s beginning to suspect that Dean was lying.  That Sam actually was the one driving, the one who crashed the car; it’d be just like Dean to think he could spare Sam that, to try and take on that guilt for himself.  Stupid, selfish, overprotective Dean—

Sam opens the fridge and pulls out a beer.  It’s a hot one, and Bobby’s air-conditioner is geriatric at best.  Loud clanging sounds come from the scrapyard, where Dean is doggedly hammering out Baby’s frame.  Sam considers bringing him a beer, trying to start a conversation.  Remembers what happened the last three times he attempted that strategy.  Sighs and sits, flipping idly through Dad’s journal.  Wonders what he’s up to, now.

His numbers have all been disconnected; either he’s died, or he’s gone deep into hiding.  Even Dean hasn’t gotten any cryptic messages, coordinates or half-abbreviated lore questions.  Sam, of course, is beneath notice, though surely word’s gotten through to their father by now that he and Dean are hunting together again.  He hardly expected better—but the least the man could do is let his favorite son know he’s okay.  

He wonders if he’ll ever stop being angry at Dad.  Four years and they still get into an argument the moment they see each other—

Sam stops, blinks.  They haven’t seen each other.  Not since before Sam left, when Dad was hollering in his face to never come back again.  That must be what he’s remembering.

But the scene keeps reconstructing itself, bit by bit.  Another anonymous hotel room.  An old pickup parked next to the Impala.   John’s face, an older version of Sam’s—same stubborn gaze, same set to the jaw—with Dean between them, half-ordering, half pleading with them to stop, to be a family again—

Sam’s up and moving before he realizes it.  He finds Dean’s bag, dumps it out on the cot where he’s been sleeping.  Dirty clothes, skin mags, a well-thumbed paperback or two.  Gun oil, cleaning cloths.  The first aid kit.  A couple of burner phones—

Sam grabs the first aid kit, opens it.  Finds the little brown bottle, unscrews the lid.  Sniffs it, expecting the sharp antiseptic smell, and instead finding something…earthy.  Soft.  Yellow-brown.

He pockets the bottle, stuffs everything else back inside Dean’s duffel.  

He has some research to do.

*

“Dean?”

Dean sighs quietly.  Sam, of course, come out to badger him again.  He can’t even blame the kid, not really—it’s got to be lonely up there with Bobby, and recovery is a slow process with head wounds.  Still, if Sam would just realize that Dean needs time—

“Hey, I brought you lunch.”

Dean schools his face into something appropriately anticipatory, and wriggles out from under Baby’s frame.  “That’s the best news I’ve heard all day.”

They sit on the half-destroyed hood, and Sam hands him a sandwich wrapped in wax paper.  “It’s the ham and cheese from that deli you like,” he says.  “They were out of chips, though.”

“S’all right.”  Dean sinks his teeth into the sandwich, closes his eyes, lets the sharp cheddar and salty ham mingle in his mouth.  Briefly, for just a moment, things are well in the world—and then the his conscience pricks him, almost a physical sensation.  He straightens, feels his shoulders sag as the weight settles on them again.  His secrets.  His responsibilities.

“You know we’re never going to find Dad, right?”

Dean about spits a mouthful of sandwich (a mortal sin) out at Sam’s casual tone.  With effort, he manages to swallow, clear his throat.  “What the hell are you talking about?”

Sam shrugs.  “I’m not stupid.  I know what you’ve been doing, with the leola root.  The Sleeping Beauty spell.”  A half-smile, strangely sweet; Dean’s forcibly reminded of Sam when he was eleven and a fraction the size he is now, when he thought Dean hung the moon.  “Obviously I don’t remember specifics.  But I think…I think I know that Dad’s gone.  And I think it’s better that way.”

“Sam—”  Dean’s mouth is bone-dry, voice barely audible, because Sam’s discovered his secret and that means he’s going to be angry which means he’s going to leave and Dean will be all alone again—”I can explain, I swear, I just didn’t—I couldn’t—”

“Hey.  Shh.  It’s all right.”  Sam puts a finger against Dean’s lips, strangely intimate; Sam’s green eyes hold his, the one place they really look alike.  “You’re going to be all right.”

Dean’s not sure he’s right; the world still feels like it’s tipping up on one end, threatening to dump him off.   “Sam, it’s important.  I just needed you to stay.  Needed somebody, and Dad was gone, ‘n…”  Words are getting harder, and he’s shocked to find tears gathering at the corners of his eyes.  “...I missed you so much, Sammy…”

Sam’s voice is gentler still.  “I’m not going anywhere, Dean.”   Sam holds up an object, and it takes Dean a moment to recognize it—a syringe.  Empty.  “You’re going to take a nap, that’s all.  And when you wake up, you won’t remember about Dad.  We can keep looking for him together.  Hunting together.”  Dean sags, and Sam catches him; he can’t tell if it’s from relief or from the effects of the drug.  “It’ll just be us.  The way it’s supposed to be.”

“Me an’ you,” Dean whispers, his eyes closing.

“Yes.”  Sam’s voice is a lullaby, sending him off to sleep.  “It’s okay, Dean.  You’re safe now.”

[swinterr]

fic rec vi ♡

hi!

this is a another new set of fic rec and i’ll probably do a compilation of genre (?) just like the first ones.

made some changes like tidying up a bit and adding summary, for those that doesn’t have any summary i’ll try my best to add my own summary (it will probably be shit tho, i ain’t making a smut summary guys, i’m not confident in my describing a fic ability but i’ll try my best. if its in italic it means i made the summary hehez )  if the summary is shit, i made it okay.

read and support the fic and authors here: the fic rec ♡

a for angst

f for fluff

s for smut

// for series or list

nct 

jeno

no title by @tyongf-nct | s

- smut blurb.

body guards and boyfriend by @pastelsicheng | f

-  sometimes the only way you can really get some alone time with your boyfriend is by making his job hard.

lipstick smears by @kopikokun | f

-  jeno never thought trying to get his makeup artist’s attention would be this hard.

jaehyun

[10:30] by @moonttaeil | 

- a lockdown moment.

[2:40] by @nct-jungjaehyun | f a

- cute quality fluff time with bf!jae with a dash of angst.

[11:41] by @jeongvision | f 

- family time with apples.

just like magic by @starryhyuck | f s

-  jung jaehyun’s body count is almost as high as yours. however, after yuta spreads a nasty rumor, you learn that jaehyun’s always imagined those girls to be you instead.

love to hate me by @moonctzeny | s a 

-  you and jaehyun meet as sm trainees, developing a friendship until he debuts and you decided to leave the company and pursue a solo career. when you reunite again in a music show and he acts like he barely knows you, you stubbornly begin a series of hate-brimmed sex rendez-vous. your touch-and-go relationship continues on, until a song collaboration will force you both to deal with all your repressed feelings for each other.

moving on by @ddeonghwaa | f a

- reader has been chasing jae for some time but when she moved on jae suddenly enter the picture.

sun&moon by @ppangjae | f a

-  asking jeong jaehyun to accompany you to your family’s 1-week christmas vacation as your boyfriend has its consequences. one can surely get through 1 week of pretending to be in love with an enemy, right?

snack run with a snack by @kopikokun | f 

-  on your usual movie night with the members, they assign you sudden snack collecting duty. you’re a little peeved, but at least jaehyun offers to tag along. Unfortunately for you, things really aren’t going in your favour tonight.

lover boy by @neoct-zen | f s

- bunch fics of lover boy jae and reader.

jungwoo

one more time, please by @haequarius | f s

-  you don’t know what you and Jungwoo are, but you are certainly weak for him.

jealous by @whiplashsan | s 

-  jungwoo is all smiles and sunshine until he gets jealous, and he just so happens to get jealous over the smallest things when it comes to you.

doyoung

sugar, spice and everything not nice by @alreadyblondenow | s

-  doyoung getting your ring size wrong, unprotected sex, kitchen sex, slight fingering, wedding tragedies.

no title by @ncteaxhoe | s

- dom!doyoung, rough? i need holy water.

the little one by @ethaeriyeol | f 

-  a gift of life; female reader x husband!Doyoung; fluff, light angst, married au

lucas

exquisite taste by @weishenkonbini | s f

- smut but with a fluffy ending.

for you always by @labyrinthsofyou | f

-  in which you surprise yukhei when he forgets about your date.

6:19 by @cozykpopblurbs | f

- a cute fluff ft kun and winwin.

10:18 pm by @nctsoftarchives | f

- reader supports lucas at his superm debut stage. 

16:47 by @sichengssmile | f s 

- a fluffy smut. lucas a big boi.

missed you by @tokyobts | a f

-  after you and yukhei broke up, yukhei still has feelings for you. he reaches out to you at school and tries to get you back. at first you avoid him but later his actions manage to make your heart flutter. you’ve come to a sudden conclusion that you maybe still want him in your life.

johnny

34 + 35 by @domjaehyun | s 

- you and your husband johnny decide to take your marriage to the next step.

i couldn’t wait a little longer by @alreadyblondenow | s f a

-  you two were never together longer than two days, but the feelings, oh the feelings that you have for each other is clear as the day. it was a never-ending try of making the relationship official. johnny tried, you tried but it never happens.

what happens in korea, not stays in korea by @alreadyblondenow | f s 

-  a week vacation in korea for your sister’s wedding became even more exciting when a famous dj had a crush on you. johnny was sure that it’s love at first sight. not putting both of your careers on the line, you two had no regrets when the time comes and you finally leave.

laundry day by @immabiteyou | s

- a domestic fluffy smut.

make a wish by @sluttyten | s f a

-  you’re jungwoo’s sister, and he’s made it clear he wants you and Johnny to have nothing to do with each other. so you and johnny start fake dating to piss him off.

want it all by @sluttyten | f s 

-  you are entirely innocent to the point of being naive. johnny is not innocent, but he loves that you are because it means he can teach you everything you don’t know.

sungchan

wish i was her by @softsungchan | f a 

-  you wished you were her, laying in Sungchan’s arms and feeling his warm breath on your neck, giggling about sweet nothings whispered into the starry night. You wished for it to be you, the girl he liked.

2:21 am by @the32ndbeat | f 

- sungchan being whipped, thru a text message.

haechan

14:52 by @ukiyoexo | f

- a cute haechan and reader ft the reader’s baby sister moment.

prince’s order by @nsheetee | f

-  prince haechan nurses you after you faint, and orders you to stay with him until you feel better.

sweet treat by @markresonates | s

-  haechan takes you for ice cream but all you can think about is sex with him.  when you act like a brat, eventually you end up in the bathroom. with no panties. 

clingy by @love-mi | f 

-  I’m not clingy! I just love your company and constantly want to be around you and have your full attention at all times

mark

hyuck is always right by @luvrenjun00 | f 

- ceo!mark x reader ft baby donghyuck. a tooth-rotting fluff.

taeyong

snow storm by @whereisten | f s 

- a fluffy smut whilst a snow storm.

1:59 by @smoll-tangerine | f

- reader and taeyong ft my favorite game (where i always die first) among us!

bts

taehyung

is this allowed 1 2 by @seokiie  | f s

- how were you supposed to know bts would be filming at your coffee shop today? how were you supposed to know a certain curly-haired boy would take a liking  to you?

cabin pressure | f by @jiminrings | f 

-  pilot!y/n who accidentally became famous bc of a viral post about her, best friend!jimin!, taehyung having a shy lil crush on you aND ot7 being meanies for a tad bit :((

art major!tae and biochem major!yn | f by @jiminrings | f

-  tae’s cold and probably needs a friend more than he needs a model, y/n feels this nEED to take care of him, a term of enderment then a dash of emotional constipation and a sprinkle of jealousy :D

gank mid lane by @kimtaehyunq | f s 

- gank / verb: (in a video game) use underhand means to defeat or kill (a less experienced opponent)

birthday surprise by @ephemeralkookie |

-  like every year, you prepare a little surprise for your boyfriend’s birthday, one that you’ve been preparing for days. and after a very tiring day, taehyung only wants to spend the night in your loving arms.

jungkook

cookies & cream | s by @1kook | f s 

-  jungkook will watch a thousand cheesy christmas movies if it meant making you happy. (and maybe having his dick sucked.)

unholy night | s by @ephemeralkookie | f s

-  after a christmas day passed with the Jeon’s family, Jungkook decides to transform the holy night into an unholy one.

‘a short’ abstinence | s a by @seokiie | s a

-  maybe blue-balling you boyfriend (who has an insanely high sexual drive) wasn’t the best.

in which she’s done with him by @minstrivia | a

-  jungkook angst/fluff where he always pushes oc away (who confesses her feelings but was cruelly rejected) and insults her but she always comes back to take care of him when he’s drunk or picks him up from his one night stands and she finally decides to leave him alone.

bad influence by @noteguk | s 

-  in which you know jungkook is a bad influence on you, but you can’t avoid falling for him every time.

jock!jk and shy art major!yn by @jiminrings | f

-  established relationship ft. jock!jk and shy art major!y/n, y/n gets an unexpected pep talk and jungkook doubts himself, and either so much tears or so much dUST according to kook

special affair by @1oserjk | f

-  sugar daddy au except it’s just jk spoiling u thru animal crossing

fairy of shampoo by @ironicarmy | f s

-  sundays are for relaxation, house cleaning, and happiness.

abstract ft bob ross by @mimithings97 | f

-  paintbrush in one hand, joint in the other and you sitting on his dick is what jeongguk wants. and what jeongguk wants, jeongguk gets.

badboy!jungkook by @jungshookz | f 

- badboy!jungkook falls for good girl reader ft the boys and the reader’s apple. 

growing by @lesgetittkookie | f

- dad!jungkook teacher his daughter how to walk. super super cute family/domestic fluff.

quiet, baby by @bratkook | s 

- i don’t how to write a summary on smuts so imma just put this. reader and jungkook doing something in the subway.

still want that by @whatifyoulivelikethat | s

-  fucking min yoongi ex-girlfriend? a terrible idea. being hopelessly in love with her at the same time? an even worse idea. knowing he was being used and still doing it anyway? ah, Jeon Jungkook, what are you doing? part 2 of savage love.

desiderium by @jeonggukingdom | f s 

-  “we’ve been at it like rabbits, how are you still so horny?”. a newlyweds!au smut.

chapstick by @softyoongiionly | f s

- based on the time Jungkook said he needed someone to scold him so he’d remember to put lip balm on. or jungkook’s had a really long day and the only that can make it better, is seeing you. 

lover boy by @jingukk | f 

-  jungkook likes you. a lot.

unexpected confession by @sunkissedjk | f

-  you gathered up the courage to confess your feelings, but it seems everyone in school knows about it before you could even find him.

string attached by @ephemeralkookie | s

-  jungkook is what we can call your sexfriend. No strings attached, just you and him having fun and releasing the huge pressure and stress of being idols. But after spending an entire day together, you realize that maybe he’s not just your sexfriend.

no title by @himbojk | f s 

- dilf jk.

astro

eunwoo

ceo!eunwoo by @m0onbean

no title by @yutopiada | f

- a cute idol!reader and eunwoo moment at a music show.

disney by @bangchan-sonyeondan | f

- a cute date with eunwoo at disney. reader likes vintage things hence using a disposable camera.

baby, it’s cold outside by @fresh-outta-jams | f 

- a cute cold christmas fluff with eunwoo ft. the boys. reader went to the boys’ place for a sweater and cocoa gift exchange.

got7

yugyeom

cruel brothers by @imsarabum | f

-  jackson and jaebum have always acted as if they were your big, overprotective brothers. so when they both walk in on you and yugyeom in a very intimate position, things get a little tense!

txt

soobin

a special night by @gyuluster | f

-  an intimate insight on the first night of choi soobin’s wedding, consisting of kitchen floors, witches and an eternity of love.

boughs & branches by @jeogiyall | f 

-  decorating the tree with boyfriend! choi soobin from txt! fluffity fluff fluff with a lot of cute fluff thrown in and a dash of christmastime fluff. 

sleepy binnie by @immabiteyou | s

-  “i’ll let you do anything if you just touch me now. “ a sleepy soobin smut.

cake by @immabiteyou | s

- reading waiting for mc soobin with the guys. a cute fluffy smut moment.

kpop oc/s

seri by @ggukkiedae

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