#that ain't wednesday's scene

[eidolons-stuff]

Wednesday: *gets up* "Now, let's go for that romantic outing pubescent teenagers so desire"

Enid: *still shooketh*

*Wednesday takes Enid's hand and leads her off to who knows where*

[jamevaa]

Happy Wincest Wednesday!

Prompt: This dynamic right here. It's hard to see, but there is maybe a shoulder-pat or something going on in the background. A job well done, even if Dean's intervention probably wasn't necessary (Sam's loom and glare would probably work on its own). But look how happy Dean is; of course he deserves a headpat for a job well done.

[tragedycoded]

confession tag!

Heyyyy it's Wednesday time to annoy the shit out of everyone <3

Thank you for the tag @the-golden-comet! As usual, yours is hard to top, and I'm a one-upper.

Rules: For this tag game, share a confession scene—it can be about anything!

I'm putting my answer under a cut to minimize spoilers for those of you who haven't read Doom Metal Love Story yet.

This is from the end of the Bad Ending. Sullivan has seen what happens if they keep trying to go the way they're going, and he's pissed.

"Arthur, stop. This isn't gonna work. I… what you've done is very clever, and very brave, and… I do not want you taken over by whatever it is they're about to summon. You know what happens. I do not want you to give birth to a... a god, or a god-spirit, or the end of the world, or whatever it is they're doin' in there. I do not want anything to ever take you from me again, do you understand? Not… not the Hustons, or Buck not bein' able to keep his mouth shut, or this place. A court martial. Anything. And you—" Exhaustion and emotion, not burst blood vessels, reddened Sullivan's eyes as seized Hofer by the front of his coat. "I do not want you to... hollow yourself out openin' this door for the sake of savin' me. It ain't gonna save me. You wouldn't exist anymore, in any world, do you realize that? I would be lost without you. You know I would. I need you, man. Don't you ever do that again, Erik Hofer."

I had to lay on the floor after I wrote this chapter. It felt like he was breaking the fourth wall and dressing me down, not his bestie. And then Royston shot him in the fucking heart in the next chapter. I love love.

Heyyy tag list ;)

@cowboybrunch @finickyfelix @saturnine-saturneight @ashfordlabs @autism-purgatory

@noblebs @aintgonnatakethis @the-golden-comet @asablehart @mauvecatfic

@leahnardo-da-veggie @sableglass @gioiaalbanoart @words-after-midnight

@lavender-bloom @jev-urisk @wyked-ao3

[cobaltperun]

can u give us a lil preview or summary of what chap 11 of ef is abt?

Sure! So, can't give you a preview since I don't have anything written, but I do know what happens. And to be efficient, I'll give you a bunch of chapters in advance, since well, you can just check the timeline and figure this out anyway.

Chapter 11 is basically some fluff, some scenes, and then the break during holidays.

Chapter 12 Scream 5 interviews and the dance scene preparations.

Chapter 13 is Jenna having COVID and then wrapping Wednesday.

Chapter 14 is filming the Scream 5.5, the parts of Lost that are between 5 and 6

Chapter 15 and 16 is filming Scream 6 and everything that comes with that.

Chapter 17 and 18 filming Miller's Girl

And then we get the fun part. Chapter 19: Wednesday comes out, the interviews, the promotions, from this point on until, as far as timeline goes May 2023 and MET there's nothing but different interviews, fluff, some angst, so on. It's also where Reader kind of takes a break from filming with Jenna, since there's just no project for the two of them until they start filming Wednesday season 2.

The only movie that could have been considered is Beetlejuice, but it was filmed while something I want to include Reader in was being filmed, so, yeah, that ain't happening.

So, that's probably how the story is going to go, we go through all the promotions, the podcast Jenna got backlash for, MET, and a bit further than that and not gonna lie, that might be where EF either ends or takes a long break until I figure the future of it out. With EF, unlike with other stories I wrote, there really isn't a clear end point. There's no villain to defeat, a plot to resolve, it can be endless, hell, I can do chapter for Miller's Girl premiere, or Jenna's Beetlejuice Beetlejuice interviews, or just pick a random day off for them and focus on that. At some point the best case scenario for EF would be to make a big finale with, say, MET, and then just do occasional side stories.

Either way, for what the plot I showed I'm estimating about 25 chapters in total, so 15 to go. And there it is, a much longer answer than you probably hoped for Anon, but I figured why not just give you all the info I have at the moment.

[grapenehifics]

WIP Wednesday

I'm back to working on PIck Up the Pieces (slower than I'd like, but ain't that the story of my life) and @underacalicosky expressed particular interest in this scene:

It had been a good dream. Anakin didn’t get a lot of good dreams, even before the war, and certainly not during. But this one had been a good one. Obi-Wan had been in it, and he’d been smiling at Anakin, and Anakin had smiled back, and then the details had gone sort of fuzzy for a while but it ended with the two of them touching, Anakin’s hips pressed flush with Obi-Wan’s, and Obi-Wan had reached down and brushed his fingertips over Anakin’s cock through his pants, still smiling all the while…

Anakin didn’t open his eyes but he couldn’t help the corner of his mouth twitching up at just the memory. He’d felt pleasant heat burning low in his gut and had circled his hips, looking to stretch the moment out and enjoy the sensation, phantom as it was. He’d known it wasn’t real, even while dreaming, but it was very enjoyable to pretend.

Anakin shifted his hips again, now, wondering if maybe he could snatch even a little of that pleasure back again before anyone else woke up, and then he froze. His cock caught on a wet spot in his leggings.

Oh, fark. In his sleep, Anakin had done what his body nearly always did – gravitated toward the warmest thing in the room. As usual, at least lately, that thing was Obi-Wan’s body. Anakin was currently plastered to Obi-Wan’s side, one leg tangled in the bedsheets and thrown over Obi-Wan’s bad knee, effectively trapping him in place – and giving Obi-Wan’s thigh a front-row ticket to the party going on in Anakin’s sleep pants.

He hurriedly squeezed his eyes shut, took a shallow breath – inhaling too much of Obi-Wan’s scent was probably a bad idea, just now, and would produce an opposite effect to what he was trying to achieve – and thought about the least-sexy things he could think of. It was a list he’d started assembling just after starting puberty. For some unfathomable reason Obi-Wan had taken one look at Anakin’s gangly, smelly, pockmarked, sweaty, fourteen-year-old body and decided, ‘now is the perfect time to start full-contact sparring’. Anakin had not only had to deal with his voice cracking, but also regularly found himself pinned to a training mat by an absurdly attractive, well-muscled twenty-four-year-old who he also shared an apartment with and was somehow expected to not get a raging boner about it, at which he’d failed probably fully at least three-quarters of the time. Obi-Wan had ignored it, of course – had ignored pretty much everything weird that Anakin’s teenaged hormones were making his body do – but he’d also let go of Anakin’s wrists and jump back as if he were scalded, turning his back and mumbling, ‘yes, of course, anytime’ when Anakin asked if he could be excused to go to the ‘fresher. They both knew what he was going to do in there, but Obi-Wan kept up the charade and teased Anakin about having a small bladder for years.

[penvisions]

wip wednesday 08/28

the brain rot is real, y'all. been furiously writing down little scene snippets for {services requested} and even made this little moodboard to help me capture the ~vibes~ of the fic. so lil sneakie peek beneath the cut

'jus' joel, how many times do i gotta-' 'but i respect you, mr. miller. don't you want me to show how highly i regard you?' 'just a workin' man, always have been, ain't nothin' special.' 'mr. miller,' the sound of his name is released on a breathy sigh as you begin to saunter up to where he's leaning his backside on the countertop, wood dust surrounds him, covers him in places he hadn't patted it away from. the rugged, worn denim hugging his frame, his plain, paint spotted t shirt displaying the muscles he's built over the years of his life. he's a delicious looking man. you can't help the pulse of desire that lances underneath your skin, lighting you up in a way you hadn't felt in ages. the piercing gaze he pins you with even as you see the bob of a harsh swallow in his throat, the pursing of his lips as he tries to keep his calm the closer you get to him. the air is thick, heady, tension crackling and making every other sound soft as you finally step into his space. right in front of him.

no pressure tags: @evolnoomym @morallyinept @clawdee @mrsmando

[crxssjae]

WIP Wednesday

thank you @harmshake for the tag!

Took me longer than expected, but the second scene of "Something About You" chapter one has been finished editing... now writing for the third scene and had to rewatch the match (Sami and The Usos vs Corey and The Ascension). Damn, this might be the toughest to write. I'm doing my best.

For now, it's just The Usos fussing. I'm trying not to spoil.

Warning(s): language. If y'all see some errors, no you didn't 🤫

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Jimmy managed to wipe the white mark off Jey's nose with a thumb. He refocused on painting Jey's face while noting the conversation earlier. "Why can't you just be nice to him, uce?"

"I dunno, why did you call him 'my dawg' when we only know a lil' 'bout him?" Jey mimicked Jimmy's friendly voice, receiving a glare from his brother, but he couldn't care less.

"'Cause he's nice! What do you want me to do, be grumpy and sayin' get off my ass? You wanna be rude 'cause you couldn't get his name right."

"Nuh-uh, don't start dat comparin', I'm— I'm tryna learn how to pronounce his name."

"Sure, sure, correctin' yourself is not workin'," Jimmy mocked.

"Y'did the same wit' Pops, too, so you can't deny."

Jimmy couldn't help smacking his lips. He finished the outline, taking the green paint to color the rest. "Glad I ain't a hothead like you."

"Says someone who yelled timeout for five minutes and sayin' they cheatin' for two."

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tagging: @superkickme, @afterdarkprincess, and others who wanted to participate because I would accidentally tag someone who already did their wip wednesday.

[doubleas-lp]

Theory time again.

Crazy thought but... why did this trailer give me "Tyler is actually the monster" vibes?

Like- it seems that Wednesday is going to receive this message first (probably from Enid).

Right after, we see both Tyler and Wednesday running (I'm guessing towards Crackstone's Crypt) and you can see that this sequence happens in this exact order because Wednesday is holding the message!

Then they meet with Enid at Crackstone's Crypt...

And somehow Enid and Wednesday end up inside an elevator while Tyler is missing, the monster appears and Wednesday is looking seriously concerned? I'm sorry but this sequence kinda sus.

Also this... bath scene? Idk, seems way too random unless they are about to kill him or sth (and that ain't happening since we see him in Dark Prom ep).

Just a 3 A.M. theory tho, Tyler could perfectly be next to Enid in the elevator and this could all be explained by saying that the camera didn't focus on the three of them, that Tyler was taking a nice bath and remembered something embarrassing from middle school.... I would, too, scream.

Still sus to me.

What do you guys think?

[mrs-monaghan]

Ok, but like why does Yoongi do Jk dirty like that? Lol Yoongi doesn't LIKE Jimin like that (does he?) and it's obvious that Jk does and the members know it.

Like in the behind the scenes of the xylitol Christmas commercial where Yoongi touches Jimin's ear and Jimin looks at Jk, Yoongi also looks at Jk's reaction. And a lot of other times where Yoongi is just waiting for Jk to react and Jk does and Yoongi just stands there without anything to do anymore.

Yoongi knows he is ruffling Jk's feathers by touching Jimin lol but why does he do it!?!

Could be many reasons

1) He doesn't care. 😂 At the end of the day he's older than JK so this could be a hyung card at play here. Who knows? (RM too stopped caring. He used to pull away from Jimin in the past when JK got bothered but at some point he said "fuck it")

2) Suga respects the Jikook relationship. (This should be number one but his behaviour is the reason we're talking about this so...😂)

Contrary to popular stupid beliefs, BTS wouldn't be BTS if they were dating eo willy nilly. Some of the things I see under YT comments are insane! V used to date JK but then JK left him for Jimin and now he's trying to win JK back. Or When JK rejected Jimin, Jimin started dating Suga and then Jimin left Suga for JK and now bla bla bla I mean, i see this shit everyday and I'm like;

I think it has to do with fanfiction, but it also has to do with the kind of TV shows we watch where a group of friends date eo and break up with eo all inside the group and somehow they remain friends and life goes on?? That's not how real life works. At all.

If any of that fuckery 👆🏽 actually happened it would affect the dynamic of BTS as a whole, big time. They wouldn't have been together all these years as a group if this was the case. Especially considering how possessive JK is. How attached to Jimin (satellite Jeon) he is. You really think Jimin getting with Suga would not cause some bad blood???

When they were young BTS were given scenarios where they were asked what they would do if 2 members wanted the same girl. Jimin said he would find another girl while JK basically said he would fight for his girl till the death. (I'm paraphrasing 😂) but yeah, JK said he would never give her up. Then couple that with JK's "mine mine mine" thing he's got going on and you know that man ain't about sharing, loosing Jimin, or none of that shit.

Another time Jimin said he wants to fall in love with one person for the rest of his life.

So these are the men we are dealing with. Those are their personalities. So this fanfic drama, love triangles people make up are just that, fan fiction.

3) Jimin is the only member he's comfortable having skinship with. This is because Jimin is very attune to people's feelings and u can see the way he initiates skinship with Suga is not how he does it with JK or Jhope. With JK he will just throw himself at him and call it a day. With Suga he will take a beat and actually make sure Suga is okay with it. And I believe Suga appreciates that.

Idk why Suga does what he does, anon. But there is one important thing we have to remember. JK doesn't have an issue with ALL Yoonmin moments. He could have an issue with them on Monday then on Wednesday he won't care. A good example would be this episode.

During this game Suga spent a good chunk of it all over Jimin and JK did not bat an eye. Not even once.

He wasn't bothered even for a second. Which fascinated me honestly. So just coz we don't talk about Yoonmin often, doesn't mean it happens all the time.

Also JK trusts Jimin explicitly and knows nothing is ever gonna come off whatever Suga feels. So it is what it is.

Bonus

Proof that Jimin knows about JK and his anti Minimoni agenda.

RM pinches (or almost pinches?) Jimin's nipples (which is a Jikook thing btw; to randomly nipple play on official content 😂😂) and what does Jimin do? He looks at JK. And what was that face Jimin??? 👀

Seems to me like someone was relived another certain someone did not see what just happened. He he he hee!

Oh. If u didn't get what i meant by Jikook have a nipple thing here u go. Nipple Nipple Nipple (Jimin actually looks like he felt that one 😏) another Nipple. Like i said, its a Jikook thing. 🤭

[sunnyrosewritesstuff]

Bagginshield Drabbles and Collections

FOLLOWER EVENTS

Bagginshield Trope Bingo

Blacksmith Thorin- Thorin is happy to finally return to the Shire, but finds that tragedy struck his favorite hobbit in his absence.

Reshirement- Bilbo gets increasingly irritated with his relatives as he prepares for his 111th birthday, and Thorin is convinced they are ready for one more adventure.

Second Chances- Thorin awakens in Afghanistan suddenly remembering his past life and how much Bilbo meant to him only to learn Bilbo is a prisoner of war.

30+3

Paranoid, book, uncle- Frodo reads Bilbo's book and becomes paranoid that Uncle Thorin won't return.

Winter, letter, revealing- Worried about the fact that Bilbo still hasn't awoke after the battle, Thorin writes to Gandalf for answers. (Incomplete)

All About Bilbo from the POV of...

Balin- Bilbo is described by a friend on how he makes an ideal consort for Thorin.

Bofur- Bilbo is described by someone who loves him, but Bilbo is in love with someone else. (Unrequited Boffins)

Thorin- Bilbo is described by his first date as Thorin and Bilbo become frustrated with each other until it finally is released.

99 Problems But Our Love Ain't One

A Family Dinner Gone Awry- Prompt #11: Bilbo and Thorin discover the nature of some of the Company's bets

Do You Play Golf, King of the Goblins?- Prompt #17: The Goblins recognize Bilbo as a Took.

The Promise of After- Prompt #24: Bilbo's cold flares up in Laketown.

Most Valuable Treasure in Erebor- Prompt #25: A king's ransom is used against Thorin...only it's Bilbo who is revealed.

An Ill-Timed Giggle- Prompt #26: Bilbo laughed during sex once and now Thorin is paranoid. (NSFW)

Living the Hobbit Way- Prompt #29: Bilbo and Thorin have a fight over tea, and Prompt #82: Thorin finds some questionable objects in Bag End and needs to ask Bilbo what they are for. (NSFW)

Every Wedding Has a Few Disasters- Prompt #34: Every wedding has something that goes wrong. Bilbo and Thorin's was no exception as one of the grooms goes missing; and Prompt #72: It's been weeks since Bilbo and Thorin have been able to be intimate (NSFW)

A Lesson Carved in Stone- Prompt #44: Fili and Kili have gotten in trouble by finding Mahal's Anvil.

No Small Amount of Courage- Prompt #53: The goldsickness (has believe to have) made an appearance in other dwarves in the mountain.

Nori Needs a Burglar- Prompt #64: Being a sneaky, former burglar, Nori needs Bilbo to pull some spy work for him.

The Love of Mahal's Children- Prompt #73: A previous admirer of Bilbo's returns; and Prompt #66: The mountain is rather big and Bilbo gets lost...a lot.

A Golden Nightmare- Prompt 99: Bofur leaves for a few weeks/months and when they come back they act...possessed.

SOS

Behind the Money- Tea Shop AU; Bilbo is left a surprisingly large tip by his customer crush.

And Watch Them Grow- Post-BOTFA AU; Thorin leaves Bilbo unconscious on the mountain to get help, but doesn't get far before passing out himself.

Dwalin Guards Thorin's Heart- Bodyguard Dwalin; Thorin asks Dwalin to guard Bilbo; he didn't realize how much trouble that was going to be

Learning What It Means to Be You- Bodyswap AU; Bilbo and Thorin have somehow switched bodies, and discover some things about each other in the process

My Love is a Language for You to Interpret- Interpreter AU; Bilbo has been Thorin's interpreter for years and gets jealous when he goes on a "date".

Chasing Dreams- Knights AU; Bilbo, the oldest squire, finally gets picked by Sir Thorin the Oakenshield.

FELLOWSHIP OF THE FICS EVENTS/PROMPTS

Wednesday/Weekend Word Plays

Alphabet Game- Child Bilbo meets child Thorin, Frerin, and Dis as they decide to explore the Shire together.

Inspired By- Fanfic of @lordoftherazzles fic Bookbinder//Songwriter. (NSFW)

Switch It Up- The emotional scene of A Future Bright as Snow changed to an ice skating AU.

Switch POV- Excerpt from Chapter 1 of Guardian of Kings from Thorin's POV.

They were roommates...- Thorin gets jealous of 'friends-with-benefits' Bilbo/Bofur.

What If?- What if Bilbo had been transformed into an old hobbit instead of a baby hobbit in Rivendell?

Sweet & Spicy Bingo

Soulmates- Being born mute, Bilbo has trouble letting his soulmate know that it's his voice he hears.

Toys- Bilbo has a dream where Thorin is taking him down to a dungeon below Erebor to have some fun. (NSFW)

Webcam- Bilbo is in the middle of filming for his cooking show when Thorin surprises him for 'other' activities, neither realizing he's live...(NSFW)

March Madness

Bonding in the Forge- For the prompt "are you aware that it's actually ON FIRE?", Dis takes Bilbo into the forge to teach him to smith per dwarven courting traditions.

A Form of Flattery- For the prompt "I left you alone for two minutes", Fili, Kili, and Bilbo are in charge of hunting for the evening...so they make a rabbit trap.

Modern May Mash-Ups

Road Trip + Professor/Teacher + “Don’t you remember? We used to do that in school all the time.”

Fake Date + Chef + “Are you in trouble?”

Drunk/Night Out + Driving Instructor + "Maybe you need to focus more on your life and less on mine!"

Raising a Child + Pickpocket + “Am I under arrest, or not?”

Band + Carpenter + “Well? What happened? I want all the details!”

Summer Stories

Take Me Out to the Ball Park- Bilbo and Thorin are harassed by a group of trolls at the game, but they get what they deserve.

Fictober

Blood Moon- Bilbo's transformation seems to be effecting him differently during the blood moon (A Mother's Curse ficlet)

Superstitions- Madoc and Durin have made some major superstitious faux pas' in each other's cultures. (Soul Traitor ficlet)

OTHER GAMES/CHALLENGES

Hugs & Kisses

Sickly Cuddles- Thorin hugs Bilbo close while he suffers from a cold.

Sleepy Words- Bilbo wakes Thorin up to an onslaught of sweet words.

Holding Hands at Beorn's- Dwalin gives Thorin the nudge needed to talk to Bilbo and hold his hand.

Worried Kisses- Thorin comes home thinking his hobbit would be angry and instead gets kissed.

Touch Asks

Feeling for Each Other in the Dark- After being trapped in a cave-in, Bilbo learns that Thorin's vision might not be as good as it used to be.

Piggy Back Hugs- Bilbo is having the worst hangover of his life, but that might change when he sees Thorin's text that morning.

Trick or Treat

Sword Fight (Treat)- After Azog and the Carrock, Thorin feels he needs to teach Bilbo to fight.

Cavern Oasis (Treat)- Thorin leads Bilbo down below Erebor where he has a surprise for him.

Thorin's First Flight (Treat)- Inspired by How to Train Your Dragon, Bilbo and Smaug take Thorin for a flight.

Flower Crowns (Treat)- Bilbo decides to go for it and gift Thorin his flower crown.

Picnics and Laughter (Treat)- Bilbo and Thorin enjoy a nice picnic together on the mountainside.

Try It? (Treat)- Bilbo makes some tasty treats with the freshly picked blueberries, but Thorin may be hesitant to try it.

Bed Play Too Far (Trick)- Bilbo and Thorin are playing bedroom games and Bilbo pushes just a little too far. (NSFW)

It Was Only a Dream (Trick)- Bilbo thinks Thorin is forcing him to leave Erebor, only to wake up and discover the reality is worse.

Driving Me Crazy (Treat)- Thorin casually picks Bilbo up around the forge and it starts to stir something inside him. (NSFW)

No Escape from the Dragon (Trick)- Bilbo is running for his life as he is chased by the dragon with the face of a loved one.

Tropetember

I Didn't Know I Loved You- Bilbo and Thorin have secret alter egos- they’re both in love with the wrong identity.

Thoughts of You- Bilbo hits his head and can suddenly hear the thoughts of people around them - but only when those people are thinking about him. That’s unfortunately bad news for Thorin.

Year of Bagginshield

Admist the Snowfall- First Kiss/Fake Dating

Temporarily in Different Worlds- Long Distance/Mermaid

Acceptance Before Forgiveness- Road Trip/Getting Back Together

Peace Talks- University/Pranks

From the Seed of a Sunflower- Fantasy (Thumbelina AU)/Flower Language

Through the Pouring Rain, I'll Find You- Soulmate/Accidental Confession

Seeing Stars- Enemies to Lovers/Power Swap

A Storm is Coming- Time Travel/Blind Date

RANDOM DRABBLES

The Hobbit from the Mountains- (Part 1) Bilbo distracts Azog from killing Thorin by reminding him that he is the 'one who took away his victory'; (Part 2) Now that the battle is over, Bilbo has a choice to make: return home or stay forever with his dwarves? (Mulan AU)

The Dragon's Dentist- Bilbo walks into his next appointment to find the patient is a 14 foot tall, clinically depressed dragon with a gambling addiction. Only problem is he's a dentist.

One More Escape- Prison AU + Time Loop: Bilbo has been stuck in Mirkwood for a long time, and no matter what he does, he just recycles back before the spiders. He thinks he might just give up, but Thorin isn't going to let him.

The Yellow Socks- aka the day Thorin decided to be super dramatic

Bilbo and Thorin Feel a Kick- Fanfic of @ragsweas fic When the Sun Rises (mpreg)

[voxofthevoid]

Hey Vox, for no reason whatsoever, what are your five favourite scenes from any JJK fic you've written and published to AO3 or Tumblr?

How Do I Choose

Alright, with the caveat that between my hole-y memory and general recency bias, this probably isn't set in stone, here we go!

In no particular order—

The intro scene of (this is also part of the story) how the story changes, where alt!Yuuji crashes the Shibuya party. It's very self-indulgent and smashes all my dimension swap-related buttons. I call it Yuuji porn for a reason.

The drunken noncon scene in (let me be clear) every version of the story ends with you being slaughtered, which was something that originally spawned its own fic, except that went in a whole other direction. The entire scenario, with varying shades of non-consent and shifting power dynamics, is something that I just really enjoyed conceptualizing and executing.

The "teenage whore" sex scene in the way it follows you home, the stories i never told, and I'm sure you can guess why. It lit up my brain when it came to me, and from the reader reactions, I ain't the only victim.

The first scene of the ghost in me was true (but you were haunted too)—the entire chapter, really, though only this scene is up right now. The reason is tied to how the rest of the fic develops, but let's just say I like me some tragedy.

The final scene of little lamb to the slaughter, specifically the post-coital conversation Gojou and Yuuji have about love—whether it's a curse, whether it's worth it.

(I was going to include the scene from your resistance, prophetic self-destruction in which Gojou interrupts Choso and Yuuji, but Tumblr has deleted that post. Did I know of this? No. But I scoured my blog archive, and it's just #gone. Only 2 of the 3 Vore Wednesday snippets are live. A very sincere fuck you to Tumblr.)

Thanks so much for asking! This was fun 💗

[komotionlessqueenmm]

Hellhound

(1-3)

Short story # 17

✨Fandom(s) - Wednesday (series) & Misfits (sorta)

💍Pairing - Tyler Galpin X (Y/n) Wolfgang Von Frankenstein

🕯Summary - You're new to Nevermore, and already you've made a few friends. And despite having different styles, you agree to go into town with them to go shopping. But when that gets boring you decide a nice hot drink would be a perfect way to kill some time. Who knew you'd also meet a cute boy while at it.

⚠️Warning(s) - General cussing probably, but other than that this one's okay.

📝Note(s) - You are now the little sister of Doyle and Jerry from the Misfits. I'm changing the Misfits timeline to fit this story better, as the guys are only a few years older than you. (Like 5 or so) Also in this world the Misfits are Outcasts, they ain't Normies!

🗝Key information - We're pretending that Wolfgang Von Frankenstein is your families last name because it's wicked.

🌬Year posted - 2023

📖Reading time roughly - 6 minutes.

🙈Rating - SFW/NSFW

◈ Pt.) 1 | Pt.) 2 | Pt. 3

"Awe please please please!" Natasha bugged her deary new friend, who gave her an unamused look before sighing dramatically. "Yes!" Natasha threw her arms in the air in victory, knowing she'd finally convinced (Y/n) to go shopping in town. "You do realize this isn't exactly my scene right?" (Y/n) pointed out while Natasha texted the others to meet them in front of the school. "Oh I know." She mused sarcastically as she observed (Y/n)'s outfit. (Y/n) in turn rolled her eyes fondly as she followed her friend out of their shared dorm. "Finally!" Enid gushed as they approached her and their mutual friend Kayla. "You two took forever!" She added with a pout. "Please." Natasha scoffed, leading the group out to the bus that would take them into town.

Once they reached town the girls lead (Y/n) into several corny stores, that just screamed girly. And as they neared the third store, a dress shop, (Y/n) decided she'd had enough. "Hey I saw a coffee shop just down the street, I'm just gonna go hangout there until you guys are done." (Y/n) explained before they could rush off into the store. "But we're having so much fun." Enid pouted making (Y/n) chuckle softly. "You guys are." She pointed to the various bags each girl held, before sticking her free hands into her back pockets. "Well... Okay." Enid agreed begrudgingly, smiling brightly when (Y/n) gave her a grateful nod. "I'll see you guys in a little while." She called out before spinning on her heel and heading for the coffee shop. The girls all waved then rushed into the store in a fit of excited giggles, as they had with all the other stores as well.

"How can I help you?" The young man working the register asked with a prim smile, something (Y/n) had found rather amusing. "I actually have no idea what I want." She peered at the menu, unaware of how intensely the guy was observing her. "Well I know I want a hot drink." She mused before looking back to the rather attractive guy. "You know what, just surprise me." She shrugged, making him chuckle. "Okay three dollars then." He knew just what to make her. "Oh and I need your last name." He added after storing the money away. "Wolfgang Von Frankenstein." (Y/n) chimed without a second thought, an amused chortle escaping her at the bewildered look on his face. "My first names (Y/n) if that would be easier." She peered at his name tag. "Tyler." She added with a playful wink, Tyler chuckled nervously as he ducked his head to hide his blush. "Yeah that'll be easy." He agreed before getting to work on her order.

(Y/n) hummed in contempt as she walked over to a booth, sitting to where she was facing the store her friends were in. And within just a few minutes Tyler came over with her order. "Here you go (Y/n), one white chocolate latte." He smiled as he placed it in front of her, the decorative skull in the foam making her grin. "How'd you know?" She mused as he slid into the booth across from her. "I'm really good at what I do." He shrugged casually. "So why ask for my name if you were just going to bring it to me?" (Y/n) pried as she grasped her cup, the warmth of the drink warming her chilled hands. "I wasn't sure I could convince my coworker to let me take my brake early." Tyler admitted, making (Y/n) chuckle. "And what makes you think I want you pestering me?" She asked with a playful grin. "I can tell." He fired back with his own smile. "Very well." She shrugged with a dramatic flourish, effectively making him laugh.

After a few short moments of simply observing eachother, Tyler broke the quiet that had settled. "Wolfgang Von Frankenstein huh?" He tilted his head with a thoughtful look. "Seems like an odd name." He added without thought. "To you perhaps, but to me it is all I've ever known." (Y/n) stated before sipping her drink, a soft moan of approval escaping her at the taste of her latte. "So you must be a student at Nevermore." He wondered. "Yep I just transferred this semester." She nodded her head. "Made any friends yet?" He crosses his arms on the table. "A few. People really like me so it's never difficult." (Y/n) let her fingers dance along the side of the cup. "Were you born with that?" Tyler suddenly asked, his eyes locked onto her hands. "No... It's an affliction from something that happened a few years ago." She peered down at her inky black fingers, while Tyler looked to her mouth decorated with black lines.

"Even that part?" He asked. And (Y/n)'s pitch black stained tongue poked out and swept across her bottom lip, revealing that her gums and teeth even had a black hue to them. "Yes." She nodded her head. "I'm sorry I shouldn't have asked." Tyler shook his head, embarrassed that he'd brought it up. "It's okay, you're only curious." (Y/n) brushed it off with a shrug. After a few long moments, Tyler once more broke the quiet. "So do you have any siblings?" He asked with honest curiosity. "I have two older brothers." (Y/n) nodded her head as she pulled her phone out, quickly pulling up a picture of her brothers, and showing him. "The one on the left is Doyle, we're as thick as thieves. And the guy on the right is the eldest, Jerry, we're pretty close, but we don't quite bond the same way me and Doyle do." (Y/n) smiled as she thought about her brother's, whom she hadn't seen in nearly four months.

"They seem interesting." Tyler chuckled softly. "Their trouble." (Y/n) mused with a cheeky grin "Okay so I gotta ask... Is it a tattoo? Or just makeup?" Tyler asked as he pointed to Doyle. "Ah well neither actually..." (Y/n) chuckled softly at the confusion on the young man's face. "An affliction?" He wondered. "Nope." She shook her head. "I don't get it." He admitted. "Well it's the byproduct of dabbling with eastern dark arts." She shrugged casually. "What kind of dark arts?" Tyler asked as he scooted forward a little, clearly intrigued. "Necromancy to be exact." (Y/n) admitted before sipping her latte. "Why was your brother messing with necromancy?" The barista wondered aloud. (Y/n)'s eyes cast out the window, catching sight of her friends exiting the dress shop. "Maybe another time." She excused herself to follow after her friends. "I'll call you sometime." Tyler hollered after her, making (Y/n) chuckle as she spun on her heel to look at him. "I never gave you my number." She pointed out. "Maybe next time." She added with a wink, making Tyler chuckle as she left.

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✨Intertidal—Chapter 19, 20✨

Cheeks full of banana like a chipmunk, Enid giggled. Finally had some color back in her when she downed it and teased, "I would have paid good money to see you frazzled, Mr. Cool." I just snorted a laugh. Told her I was never cool and that it was all smoke and mirrors.

"How much time do we have left?" Enid asked, turning to look at Bonnie who was fully outfitted and ready to go.

"Thirty minutes."

"I can tell 'em you need more time," I offered. Changed it up when she shook her head. "Or I could make a scene. Pretend ta' fall down the stairs an' sprain my leg."

Enid laughed. Shook her head at me. "It's fine. I can be ready in thirty. I just need to touch up my makeup and do my hair..."

"I can do your makeup," Wednesday offered from the doorway.

Winnie nodded at Wen then looked back to her sister. "I'll do your hair. I only need to slip on my dress and then I'm ready so I can do your hair real quick."

"Thank you Scrappy," the oldest of the two sisters sniffled. Closed her arms around Winnie in a tight bear hug. "I love you guys so much."

"Love you too, Scoob. Stop crying though or you'll make your eyes even puffier." Turning to me, Winnie couldn't have been more impressive in that moment with how she was handling everything. "I know you have to get ready too but could you grab me a bag of ice? I need it to help with the puffiness in her cheeks and eyes."

Offering her a reserved smile because I couldn't kiss her like I wanted, I nodded. "I can do that."

"From Ariel to Cinderella." I whistled with a smirk and a kiss to her cheek. "You look lovely."

Just a hair shorter than me in my dress shoes and her in her flats, Winnie purred as she looked up at me. "And you're too handsome in this suit."

"Really now?"

She nodded. "Very handsome. I had to stop myself from making it too obvious that I was staring."

"Ye'h, I don't think I was as slick as you were. Ty caught me once or twice. I tried to play it off but he's only as dumb as wood 'bout himself."

"Good thing I was planning on telling them about us anyway."

Swallowing hard, I held her flush against me. Held her gently with my thumbs rubbing tender little circles into the curve of her back.

"So you're sure 'bout this? You ain't put off or anythin' after this mornin' or after what Divvy told ya'?"

Crystalline eyes searching mine, they darted to my lips as she thought about it.

"We all have our past history," Winnie spoke, her voice soft and thoughtful as she mentally weighed her words importance and impact. "I can't say I'm not shocked. I guess it's because my brain keeps ageing you down so it's weird when I'm reminded that you're eight years older. Well," she stopped and corrected herself even though she was right the first time, "seven years right now. But it would be ridiculous if you didn't have a whole life that existed before me...before us. So I'm not upset about it is what I'm trying to say. Or this morning since we're talking about it."

Fighting off the water works, I kissed her cheek and hugged my girl tight. "Thank you."

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You know, it wouldn’t be a proper wedding without some angst. 💜💜💜

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I saw the hp thingy you posted for Wenclair and now i wanna know your hc for the whole Nevermore kids :p

I'm so sorry this has been sitting for a few days, I'm stupid and it took me a HOT minute to realize hp is Harry Potter (at least I hope it is cause I'm answering it as such) Also, these are just my own opinions and of course everyone is entitled to their own thoughts! I believe that most of these characters fit into multiple houses! Also, I'll add if they would play Quidditch or not.

Wednesday: I think a good majority of the fandom would put her in Slytherin and I would agree! However, I do headcanon that she wants to be in Ravenclaw and well, the Sorting Hat had other plans. I also find it funny to think about Wednesday getting placed into Ravenclaw and just being a fucking menace. She was BANNED from Quidditch but with some...convincing she was placed back on the team BUT with the promise that she is NOT allowed to be a Beater, so she becomes the Seeker.

Enid: I almost wanted to place her in Gryffindor, but her whole scene with Wednesday and saying "that's what friends do" and how much she values friendship and togetherness just made me convinced for Hufflepuff. Also, all Hufflepuffs are secretly FERAL and I stand by that. And I also love Slytherin/Hufflepuff relationships. She played for like a year, but was off-put when she broke a nail. She would rather cheer her girlfriend on. Also super cute image to see Enid wearing a Slytherin jersey for Wednesday.

Bianca: I'm so torn between Slytherin and Ravenclaw, just like Wednesday. But at the end of the day, Bianca is also a Slytherin. I mean COME ON. My girl went and made her own life for herself and reached her goals, basically poisoned Yoko to win a cup, and has a million walls up so no one sees her vulnerable. Slytherin. I also like the idea that her and Wednesday go rounds trying to be the top student. Captain of the Slytherin team obviously. She is the best Keeper to ever live.

Eugene: the biggest Hufflepuff to exist. Like I don't need any explanation. I would say that he has avoided Quidditch because he thought he wouldn't be any good, then during his last year he tries it out and turns out, he's a decent Seeker!

Yoko: I need fucking CHARACTERISTICS, MY GIRL DESERVED MORE SCREEN TIME...anyway, for now I want her in Ravenclaw. She would be a witch in the au so no vampire, but I would like to think she's super fucking wise and almost like she's lived for centuries. It also be funny to see Yoko just naturally super smart and it irks Wednesday to no end cause "what do you mean you learned how to do open heart surgery over the weekend?!?" Nah, she ain't down for Quidditch. Just like Enid, she would rather cheer on her own girlfriend than play.

Ajax: Hufflepuff. It's shown in the show that he seems to be loyal to his friends and he just has a very happy-go-lucky vibe about him. I also adore a good platonic Enid/Ajax, so they be the absolute chaotic/idiotic bestie duo that has all of the Hufflepuffs STRESSED. He was also BANNED. Not because of anything violent, but his antics were just too much.

Divina: Again, MY GIRL NEEDS SCREEN TIME. The most we see from her is really just going along with Bianca and being gay with Yoko. That being said, I would like to have her in Gryffindor. Mostly because of Ravenclaw/Gryffindor dynamics. Love the idea of Yoko just trying to chill in the common rooms and her girlfriend is just bouncing off the walls cause "THIS IS SO BORING, I NEED TO FIGHT GOD." Gryffindor Captain. She's a bit of a utility player, mostly does Chaser and Beater.

Kent: My boy also needs more screen time. I want the twins together and I would have them give off Weasley Twin vibes, so Gryffindor as well. I believe that Divina is his impulse control, however where Divina will say she's bored and needs to fight God, Kent will do it without telling ANYONE. He's the reason Gryffindor loses house points consistently. Obviously, he plays. He's a Beater and when the Twins are both the Beaters, absolute chaos during that game.

Tyler: Azkaban. Death penalty. He would only be a monster that Enid beats the fuck out of.

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This week, I'm treating you all with two snippets: first one is a bonus POV of the confrontation between the unlucky Peggie and Zorro (as part of Chapter 10 because it was floating around in my brain way too vividly not to write it all down; I can picture the whole thing as a cartoon scene and can't help but cackle at poor Owen's fate. Now, I didn't fully snap and write it from Zorro's POV, thought it would have been hilarious.), the second snippet is from Chapter 11 where we go back to John and Sabrina (tension, something, something).

*in my best Julian Slink voice*: Enjoy the show, folks.

obvious warning for the first snippet about descriptions of a racoon attacking a cultist.

"I don't think the Sinner would show up.", Owen muttered as he sat down in one of the old chairs, trading places with William at patrolling the perimeter around the cottage. "We have orders, Owen. Or do you feel like finally facing the fact you ain't cut our for this job?", Constantine smirked at him, lounging back in his seat, clearly enjoying the fact they were faced with another uneventful night shift. Owen was the youngest and most recent recruit between the three of them and the man sitting next to him had spent every waking second in making his life hell since being assigned to work together a few days back. "I know, brother. But don't you want to be out there delivering Sinners to brother John instead of sitting around when the Reaping has begun?" "Are you questioning John's orders?" "No, of course not.", Owen retorted quickly, knowing full well what happened to those that disobeyed the Herald. Constantine only grunted in response, and they sat in silence, watching William do his routine check of the grounds in the distance. Two more of their people were stationed down the road that connected to the property, keeping watch in case the Deputy finally decided to make an appearance at his home. Minutes passed where Owen found himself close to drifting off, overworked from all the long shifts, then a loud noise came from inside the cottage, making him jump in alarm and causing the sleepiness to fully leave his system. "Go check that out, Owen.", Constantine ordered. "Uh-, what if it's the Sinner?" "We're here to capture him, are we not?" "I, just, should I go alone, brother?" "Yes." Constantine was in no mood for arguments, staring at him impatiently and when he saw no movement from the young recruit, he pointed with his thumb behind him, muttering, "Chop-chop, Owen."

Owen couldn't help but think of the stories he had heard about the Deputy taking out every capture party sent his way. He knew he had to follow John's orders because that was the Will of the Father, but it still didn't help the primal fear he experienced at the idea he might come face to face with the one they were tasked to catch. "I will go.", he whispered as he got up and headed for the front door with convinction, the rifle shaking slightly in his hand. Constantine didn't bother with a reply and he wondered if the man would even come to his assistance if something was to go wrong. Owen pushed the door open quietly, his eyes struggling to make anything out in the dark living room, the only illumination came from the porch light and it didn't go too far inside. He stopped at the threshold, listening for any sound and when he came up empty he passed through the doorway with a simple goal in mind: to turn on one of the lamps that he could distinguish as a silhouette ahead of him. The door shut with an unsettling click the second he let go of it to proceed further in and he wondered if it had done it on its own or Constantine was pulling another trick on him. Just as he reached for the switch, he felt something bump into his leg, but he told himself he was just on edge, imagining things. I'm bigger than my fear. Joseph said God will protect us. The words worked at calming his nerves until a sharp pain came in his pinkie as teeth closed around his hand, making him scream out and drop his weapon. He managed to clumsily turn on the light with his other hand and his eyes shifted between his bloodied fingers and a raccoon on the ground, its menacing pose foretelling Owen of more trouble to follow. Shock overtook him as his gaze landed on a bloody piece of sausage at his feet, then moved back to his hand instinctively. No. It wasn't a sausage, but his pinkie. He looked at his hand again, counting his fingers in dread, refusing to believe what he was seeing.

One.Two. Three. Four. No. And no matter how many times he counted, he came up short with one finger.

"OH MY GOD!", Owen shouted, his voice springing the raccoon into action and before he could react the animal launched itself at him, grabbing onto his shoulders. The crazed look in its beady eyes made his blood freeze. Tiny claws dig into his skin through his sweater. "Brother, HELP!", he screamed over and over again as he ran around the room in an attempt to shake off his vicious attacker. Disoriented and in a complete state of terror, he kept spinning in circles and knocking into various pieces of furniture. His feet couldn't stop slipping on the blood gushing from his injured hand, hindering his movements. To his horror, as much as he tried to remove the hellish creature off his body, it continued to hold on with a ravenous look on its small face as it bared its teeth at him. The whole time it produced the most haunting noise Owen had ever heard in his life, it was between a snarl and scream, and he had no doubt it would haunt him in his nightmares. At one point he inevitably stumbled over a chair, finding himself unable to catch his fall since his hands were too busy grabbing at the racoon in desperation to unlatch its claws. The frenzied animal wasted no time when he hit the ground, aiming its attack at his face next and Owen closed his eyes in last last ditch effort to protect his eyes, knowing John would have no use of him if he loses his sight. Save me, Father. God. Anyone. Please.

But no matter how much he prayed, help refused to come and the Devil's pet remained on top of him, nimbling on his long hair, its angry snarling getting closer and closer to his ear. God, it's going to eat me. This isn't how I want to die. "What are you screaming about like a little girl, Owen?", Constantine asked in annoyance, entering the cabin, his sudden appearance making the raccoon finally release its hold on Owen and scurry off towards one of the unlit rooms of the cabin. "It-it bit off my finger. It re-refused to let me go.", Owen stuttered out, holding out his hand, the pain coming to him at once as the adrenaline abandoned him. The sight of his injury and red-hot sensation in his finger made him feel dizzy. Blackness was taking over the corners of his vision quickly and he couldn't understand why Constantine's lips moved but no sound was reaching his ears. "Owen.", was the last thing he heard before he passed out.

"You won't disappoint me, would you, Owen?"Joseph's voice played on repeat in his mind, getting louder and progressively more accusatory as he fought darkness. Those same words were spoken to him on his official acceptance as one of John's Chosen before the Reaping's start. He had felt hope and believed he would be helping the Project to save people's souls, instead he had ended up on cabin watch duty with a partner that hated his guts for no reason. "He's not cut out for this, brother. Can't you see. Defeated by a RACOON.", John's maniacal laughter was deafening and coming from all directions as the racoon's beady eyes and sharp teeth flashed in his memory. "Owen. Owen. Owen.", his name echoed, then he felt a sharp pain in his face. "He won't wake up like that, Constantine.", a voice scolded. "Be my guest then, William. Wake the Sleeping beauty up." The arguing brought him back to reality, the bright light coming from overhead blinding his eyes for a brief second as he forced them open, then they adjusted and took in his two "brothers" looming over him as he laid on the floor. "What happened?", he asked in confusion, then everything came back to him. "You passed out, Owen.", Constantine narrowed his eyes, shaking his head as he muttered, "How did you even make it through your Confession?"

"I bandaged your hand, brother.", William interjected, pulling him to his feet. He eyed him over with concern as he asked, "What happened? Did the Sinner do this? Your face is all scratched up." "Thank you.", he said in a small voice, trying to ignore the blood at his feet and the pain he felt as he stumbled outside, sitting down in one of the chairs again, "It was a-a-a racoon." Constantine let out a guttural laugh, "Oh, mercy me, wait until brother John finds out about this. You couldn't even deal with a racoon? Hope you like roaming in the fields, boy, because you're going to be an Angel soon." "Cut it out, Constantine, or do you feel the need for another Confession?", William sent him warning look as he sat down too, "Show some concern for our brother, will ya." Owen took a deep breath, the throbbing in his hand making him feel nauseous, "I think I need to see a-a doctor." "Our shift isn't over, Owen.", William reminded him quietly, "We can't leave the cabin unattended in case the Sinner shows up. We would have to call this in and it won't end well for you with John." "But-" "You have an issue, take it up with brother Wyatt or John himself.", Constantine gritted out, as he went down the stairs leading off the porch, "I'm going out on patrol next."

The downstairs area was empty, silence ruled over the whole house as she made herself a cup of coffee. She eyed the untouched plate that was still on the table with disappointment and without a second thought she threw away the food, knowing it would hurt Savannah if she finds out when she wakes up that John hadn't eaten the dinner they had prepared. Fresh morning air seeped in through the open window above the sink when she leaned against the counter, holding her almost finished cup of coffee. If she closed her eyes, for a second she could pretend nothing had changed, that Ms. Darcy or Cal would soon knock on the door, stopping by for breakfast. Instead any of that happening, minutes later John finally appeared, entering the kitchen quietly. He was already dressed for the day, wearing a pair of jeans and thin dark sweater with its zipper down, showing off the strange scar on his chest again. "Morning, Deputy.", he muttered as he beelined to the coffee machine. His arm brushed against hers when he grabbed an empty mug from the dish rack and poured coffee into it, not bothering to add any sugar or cream. "Morning.", she responded, her voice was even despite the fact he was standing unnecessary close and his presence that had taken over the room the second he appeared. His eyes darkened, darting to her collarbone, then his hand reached out, fingers grazing her skin as he moved her T-shirt's neckline back into place until it wasn't slipping off her shoulder.

His arm retreated then, but she could still feel its warmth at the place of contact and the way her body reacted to the simplest touch. You're calling this keeping your distance? "Are you feeling like telling me about your tattoo yet?" "What's to tell?" "A lot, Deputy. People usually ink their skin for a reason and what they choose reveals even more about them." "And what if I just got drunk, stumbled into a tattoo parlor and pointed at the first thing I saw as design? What then, John?" "Now, we both know that would be a lie." His gaze remained on hers, the intensity making her clear her throat and blurt out the first thing that came to her mind, in hopes of changing the subject, "I'm going to wash the shirt you gave me and return it-" Amusement flashed in his eyes before he said, "Keep it. But I'm holding you to the promise about my jacket, Deputy. I'd like to wear it again, you know." When he didn't say anything else as he picked up his cup and headed towards the door, no doubt planning to go to the Bunker straight away, Sabrina spoke up. "You promised we'd talk. Are you running off to your "happy place" again?" He shook his head, not bothering to look back at her, "I'm not. I'm going to grab something, I had no idea if you're awake yet with how quiet everything was." John climbed back upstairs as Sabrina took a final sip of her coffee and sat down at the kitchen table, wondering how long he would make her wait on him this time. To her surprise he returned shortly after, placing a black notebook on the table before he took a seat across from her.

Sabrina flipped through it, empty pages greeting her, as he said, "It's for your visions. Whatever comes to you, you write it all down as usual. This time for me." "And if it's nothing of significance? I have no control over what I see or-" "I understand that you can't force them. Just note them down, I will be the one deciding what's important." "Okay.", she sighed.

Deep down, she knew she had an advantage in the situation: the fact he had no way of confirming what she'd actually seen and as result she could in a way control what information he receives. John raised his cup, taking a sip, before saying with a faint smile, "I can sense all the questions bouncing around in that curious mind of yours, Deputy. Shall we get this over with?" I might as well try. "Whitehorse, Joey, Pratt… do you- do you have the others?" His eyes narrowed, making her wonder if she just ruined whatever good mood he was in, "Remember what I told you before?" "That I should worry only about myself?", at his nod, she added, "That's not the type of person I am, John." "They refused to listen to your warnings, Deputy.", his gaze darkened as a frown took over his features, "Then they left you behind for me to find, wounded, if I may say." "After your people made our helicopter crash and-" "Did you even stop to ask yourself why Whitehorse wanted you to arrest my brother. Why he or that arrogant Marshal wouldn't do it instead?" "It's not my place to question his orders." Her words didn't stop him, instead a dark smile appeared on his face, "For years, he chose not to get in our way, "keeping up the peace", he'd call it. But, Sabrina, he was afraid. He knew my brother was right, that there's nothing he could do to stop what's God's Will." "God's Will". There was nothing more she hated than those words, how people hid behind them as they hurt others. She'd seen it so many times. When she said nothing, John continued, probably believing he was getting through to her, "And when "evidence" finally appeared, when old Earl had a warrant, what did he do?"

"Just-" "He put you in the center of everything, Sabrina, basically threw you to the wolves. Did you think he had no idea how an arrest would unfold and what consequences it would bring? You're not that naive, Deputy. Deep down, you know." In a way he was doing what she had tried to do back at the cabin: convince him what he believed was misguided, dangerous. Yet where her words came from a place of concern for him and the people he would hurt in attempts to appease Joseph, here John wanted her to stop asking questions, accept the Project and overlook all the red flags surrounding his brother's ideas. "It wasn't my first arrest, John. I've faced so many criminals, some would make your brother look like a saint. Do you expect me to join the Project and leave all my collegues in Joseph's hands, free to do whatever he decides with them?" "You've been here for what, two months… you owe them nothing, Sabrina, worry about your sister and keeping her safe." Of course you'd say that. "Loyalty isn't determined by time, John. I've made a vow." A vow to her father. To herself. That she would protect people, just like he had done his whole life. Still, Sabrina knew the conversation would lead nowhere, she hadn't expected much anyway. "And Ms. Darcy?" "What about Darcy Harris?", his face was unreadable, the mask refusing to slip even for a second. Sabrina let out a frustrated breath, "Where is she? Locked in that bunker of horrors? I know you two had bad blood." His blue eyes shone at her questions, "My Gate. Are you asking for my alibi, Deputy? And again, you should-" "Worry about myself? NO. You told me to ask questions, I'm doing just that." "They're all where God wants them to be. It's all unfolding according to His plan. That's all you need to know."

"God or Joseph's plan? Because to me, they're two different things." John gave her a warning look, "Sabrina. I'm not getting into this with you." She took a deep breath, knowing she had to be careful how much she pushed, so she kept her silence as her fingers clutched the notebook. "Should I remind you that you're the one that should be providing information according to our deal, not the other way around?" Sabrina fought back a smile at his tone, "I feel like I should have my lawyer present… is this where I demand my one phone call?" John let out a chuckle, "You seem quite capable at negotiations on your own, Deputy." "A compliment? Careful, I might start to think you're impressed by a Sinner." "Impressed?", he licked his lips, "That doesn't seem like the right word to me." "What would you call it then?", the question slipped before she could stop it. "A complete bewitchment.", his intense gaze didn't waver from hers, "When it comes to you, Deputy, I just can't help it. I want to know more." She forced herself to look away, eyes darting up to the window while she attempted to ignore what his tone and the conviction in his words did to her insides. The air grew heavy with tension as he pushed back his chair and stood up, coming to stand next to her, the sudden move making Sabrina scrunch her face in confusion as she stared at him. In a blink, he was cradling her cheek with one hand, the move shocking her not only because of how unexpectedly it happened, but because of the gentleness lurking behind it. "You have no idea about how much danger you are in, do you? You still worry about everyone else but yourself. You're good at pretending, but not good enough to fool me." She tried to keep her emotions in check, but her breath hitched at his next words, his blue eyes pulled her in as his fingers stroked her cheek, "Did you even sleep last night?" She shook her head, hoping his touch would retreat as she did, but it remained, the heat from his palm spreading across her skin as the seconds ticked by. "I'm fine." "I'm not convinced, try again.", that all-too-familiar look was hiding in gaze, holding a dark promise. I have to stop this before you drag me into dangerous waters. "I'm fine.", she repeated, ignoring the giddy sensation she felt as she grabbed his hand and how a part of her wanted to hold his palm to her face, instead of removing it. 

John backed away, grabbing his coffee, smirking as he said, "At least you took care of that wound for me. That's progress." Sabrina cleared her throat, moving onto her next question while willing her heart to slow down, "I wanted to ask… What did you mean by staying on the premises? Savannah wanted to go play outside yesterday, but I had no idea what to tell her." "You can go out, Deputy, just don't leave the property or go running off to-", he stopped himself. "Who?" He shook his head, "Nobody." But his face said otherwise, clouded by something she couldn't place. What were you about to say, Seed? "Thank you then.", she mumbled. He turned to the door without replying and was almost out of the kitched when she spoke up again, "Are you headed back there? Will you resort to avoiding me again, now that you've kept your promise?" As much as she tried to ignore the thoughts about what was going down in the bunker, what he was doing… she couldn't, and she swore she'd find a way to stop it. Find a way to get through to him. "They all have a light in them, monkey, sometimes you just have to look very hard until you find it.", her father's words came to her as a reminder that she had to have hope, keep pushing.  Seconds passed in silence before John turned, "No, Deputy." No to which… Sabrina gave him a questioning look, forcing him to elaborate, "I'm staying here today, I have some things to take care of." "Oh. Then should we expect you for breakfast?" He gave her a nod, followed by a small smile, "That would be nice." "Savannah will be thrilled, she kept waiting on you to arrive yesterday-" A tired breath escaped him as he whispered, "I'm sorry. For being no-show, when you had dinner ready-", he stopped, eyes darting to the table in realization, "Where's my plate?" "I threw the food away." "Sabrina-" She waved him off, hiding the shock at his apology, burying it deep, "I'm used to it, my mother-", she bit her lip before the rest of the sentence could slip out, knowing saying anything further would provide information on her life. How it would feed his curiosity further, make him crave to hear even more. The less he knew, the better, especially when he viewed secrets as currency. "Your mother what, Deputy?", John raised an eyebrow. "Nothing." "There's something there, I can tell. All you have to do is open up, let it all pour out. I'm a good listener, I promise." "Pass.", she deadpanned. "The offer remains on the table.", he shrugged before heading back upstairs.

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Donna’s Wednesday Radio Show Prompt List #21

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And there's no one in here living Gonna make it out alive

How can I trust you after what I've been through?

Toying somewhere between love and abuse

Show me all your tatt's, not just the ones that's on your hands

I want this more than life

And the moon is out and the stars are bright

Why I can't move on

And so I came to see him, and listen for a while

The sun on your face

Can we take this off and get naked?

show up at your door

she sets the world on fire Just to watch the sucker burn

I could tell when you locked the door just what was going on

There must be a good reason that you're gone

he'd found my letters and read each one out loud

I don't need your sympathy

She's the angel of small death and the codeine scene

She said she never envisioned him the type of person capable of such deceit

I just like it when you grab my hips

Well, why, why did you mess it up?

I just heard you found the one you've been looking for

Baby, you're so anxious, you can't take it

We could take it to the kitchen I'll be on the island, come and eat,

You've had your chance, and now you want more

Touch me, baby

Boy, can we take off all our clothes?

Boy, you deserve a show

After we fuck, I'ma wanna cuddle

And I've been a fool and I've been blind 

Come on, baby, I can call your bluff

I love you, but I love me more

I don't wanna play no more, leave everything on the floor

Here to relive your darkest moments

Now it's safe to finish what we started

It's bloody and raw, but I swear it is sweet

Regrets collect like old friends

You can leave open windows, don't care who see me out my clothes,

Singing my life with his words

Heels on, waiting at your door

Would you stay if she promised you heaven?

Didn't have a dime but I always had a vision

And every demon wants his pound of flesh

Clue number one was when you knocked on my door

I like to keep my issues drawn

Light up your wildest dreams

I can never leave the past behind

Be something greater Go make a legacy

Now he hurt you and you hurt me

But I like to keep some things to myself

And I am done with my graceless heart

Kind of dress you're wearing tonight

Well, she moves like lightning

I really don't think you're strong enough

I heard he sang a good song, I heard he had a style

don't give up, it's a little complicated

Say my name

First impression of you is you really like to party

Rewrite your history

So save your breath and Walk away

Everybody got a breakin' point kid

You try to tell me that we're so deep in love, Well, if we were, then why did we fuck it up?

Don't come back knockin' at my door

I am not the one To sit around, and be played

Do you expect me to believe that you've changed?

Told you before that love isn't enough

Strumming my pain with his fingers 

There's nothing you can say or do for me

You'll never see me cry

I overdosed

And that's when I knew, it was a pretty good sign That something was wrong 

I wish I would have known that wasn't me

Well it may be wrong but baby it sure feels right

Where did you sleep last night?

Cause I've had time to think it through And maybe I'm too good for you

Was she worth it?

Cause tonight you will be mine,

There's no talking to you

You'll never change for no one

he's holding onto you so tight The way I did before

And there ain't no place that I'd rather be

We don't talk anymore

Now put your hands up, this is a heist

Getaway car for two young lovers

It's so sad that you're leaving

Me and the girl straight out of town

You better throw a party on the day that I die

And we can't go back but you're here with me

Yeah, she's a genius (genius), watch and learn