#the more things c-change the more they stay the same huh?

[lowquality-onceler]

Oh, t-they're in here too already? Let's see.

H-ha ha.... t-that's the first thing they noticed, huh? Go figure.

We mean, we've been here in this place for such a long, long time.... it was about time we cleaned things up, got rid of the b̷͎̈́̕l̷͍̒͆͜o̵̬̚̚o̶̦͈͋̔d̸͉̘̈͘ ̶̯͑̾ and all. Did some healing, you might say! Some... redecorating, you might say.

We realized that, in this space, it's ultimately up to us what we see. So we take the opportunity, to, ah...

... c̷h̶a̵n̴g̸e̴ some things around, when we want to. ♥

[mocha-moch4]

I wanna feel you from the inside-

Song: Closer - Nine Inch Nails

Summary: Using his weakness against him to snag a cheap rescue was playing dirty, but unfortunately for you, Norton is well versed when it came to playing like that..

Warnings: Fools gold gets his own warning. Implied Monster fucking, afab reader, pet names (doll/dollface/slut/ect) Nortons mean guys 😔 He hurts ur boob, the smut is cut off though

You knew what you were getting into. But, at the same time, it was a bit of ganji’s fault as well.

Getting downed at five ciphers was quite embarrassing, and most people wouldn’t even bother with the rescue.. But… then again, you know the feeling all too well. You were relatively close with the batter after all. That being said, you were in no hurry to complete said rescue. After completing your cipher you hurried over to the outside of the dreary hospital where Ganji was currently chaired. It was already above half, so if he were to get chaired once more, he’d be dead, but at least the rescue would give ganji a chance to redeem himself after that unfortunately short kite.

You carefully snuck around the limited structures to block the line of sight of Norton, who was camping the chair. You know Norton would prefer to not swing at all rather than risk accidentally hitting you in the process. As cruel as he may act, he does care for you. He is just a greedier version of his survivor counterpart, whom would give him an aggravatingly long earful if he downed you. Knowing all of this, you still decide to use it against him in situations like this.

And oh, how he loathes you for that.

Quickly, and a bit recklessly, you dashed up to the chair, trying to catch Norton off guard. It worked well enough to successfully get Ganji off the chair, but it you lost all your courage with it. You didn’t have it in you to body block, so you simply planned on going back to decoding duty while Ganji attempted to kite once more.

Well, that’s how you thought it would play out. When you booked it away from the chair you scrambled into the hospital and up the stairs, making your way to the untouched cipher on the second floor, being extra mindful of the gapes in the floor. It wasn’t til you were starting the cipher you heard Ganji call out that the hunter had changed targets. Before you could even register anything, you started hearing your heartbeat in your head, then the next thing you know you’re entrapped between two giant arms attached to an aggravated looking Norton. You shivered at the sudden pressure of the cold wall you’re now pushed up against. A small moan threatened to release from the mere contact with him.

You wanted to come up with some kind of excuse or reason that would soften the blow of the punishment that was soon to be delivered so graciously to you, but the damned hunter hasn’t given you a second to think so far, so why would he now? You bit your lip as his cold, rock constructed hands, traveled up your shirt, sending shivers through your entire body. One of which trailed far up to grip your neck. Not hard enough to hurt you just yet, but enough to make it a bit red.

“What’s wrong, doll face?” His voice was horse and filled with mockery. He felt no pity at your shook up face. “You weren’t this scared when you came up to the chair, huh?” He asked, hot breath tickling your nose. Fearing that you’d only make the situation worse, you decided to stay quiet for now as to save the little words you had before your brain inevitably turns to mush.

“That wasn’t rhetorical, brat.” he spat before roughly tugging at the top of your shirt, ripping the fabric so he could roughly squeeze a handful of your breast. The rock his hands were made out of pierced the plush skin, drawing up blood from the pressure. A mewl escaped your lips, rolling off your tongue as your skin stung from the rocks that threatened to tear through it.

“Please..” the whimper snuck out of your mouth, pleading for him to not only be gentler, but also to spare the cruelties you knew were upon the dark horizon. Norton was a smart man, almost annoyingly so. He knew exactly what you wanted by the glimmer in your eye. That was too fucking bad.

“If you’re gonna wanna come close to enjoying this, you’re gonna have to work for it, slut.” he growled, his guttural voice dropping, just like how his belt did. The sound of the ramshackle zipper echoing through the grey hospital halls. Only thing left to do was pray..

[bbobpul]

my youth is yours — jeno

NOTE. hey 😮‍💨 sorry for ghosting

PAIRING. jeno x reader

GENRE. hurt/comfort, angst

SYNOPSIS. entering adulthood with you long-term boyfriend, jeno

WARNINGS. dis might hurt bc iz lil realistic 😫

W/C. 3.1k

masterlist ⟵⁠(⁠o⁠_⁠O⁠)

Is love something you can learn, or is it engraved in your bones the moment you open your eyes to the world? Is it something you master, or something you feel on a random Thursday night after spending the day with someone who made your heart skip a beat? Is this something you develop after years of spending every moment of your life with the same person?

Because, to you, love means only one thing. Love can only come from one person. Love can only be felt with Jeno.

No, you didn't grow up together or meet in a special way. He was merely there, but it suddenly felt like more.

The two of you met in high school. It was nothing special. High school brings you into contact with a large number of people. You create a lot of friendships in high school. But it was Jeno, and one day you were paired up with him on a minor project set by your teacher because she would be gone for a short while.

Before long, a bond formed between you, blossoming into a friendship that extended beyond school hours. You'd hang out after classes, help each other with homework, and share late-night thoughts, and the absence of each other during the day would leave the day incomplete.

Everything proceeded at exactly an appropriate pace—it wasn't rushed or fast, nor was it painfully slow. It was just right with Jeno.

Looking back at your first few years with him, it seemed so natural and carefree. Seeing him was like having a ton of weight lifted off your shoulders—of course, the same is true for him. You appear as though you wince at his corny antics, but deep down, you both know that you feel the same way. He kept telling you, "Your love fills me up with so much happiness," at every opportunity he gets, and you love it every single time.

He radiates joy and warmth, and despite his kindness to everyone, he always makes you feel uniquely cherished. In his eyes, you're not just anyone; you're everything.

And it hasn't changed from high school to this point in college. As you approach adulthood, the love that accompanied your growth as an adolescent lingers.

Jeno's voice stops your thoughts with, "Bub, what do you want for dinner?" Glancing to your side, you notice him fixated on the road. After a long day at the university, you are currently headed home to your shared flat. Because you both decided to attend the same college and because it is obviously less expensive to stay in the exact same place, you both saved money for the apartment you are currently residing in. You both agreed that returning home under the same roof is the best choice for the two of you because you will both become busy over time.

When the red light came on, he looked at you and said, "Should we drive by your favorite restaurant and just order so we could go to sleep early?" after noticing that you were spacing out for the nth time.

"Huh? Oh, okay, bub. I'd love that," you replied upon hearing his voice, feeling as though you were suddenly snapped back to reality, anchored by the sound of his presence.

"You must be so tired, hmm? Is it Mr. Chua again?" he asked, his tone filled with understanding.

You chuckled at the mention of the infamous professor you often vented about. "No, he wasn't around today, actually. I was just really tired from all the lab work I did earlier," you replied, appreciating his attentiveness to your daily struggles.

He acknowledged your reply with a hum, and he skillfully threaded the steering wheel through the drive-thru. He ordered you your usual and gave you an affectionate smile. The vehicle filled with the soothing sounds of the radio and the faint hum of the air conditioning as the sun started to set. You felt warm and cozy even if the temperature inside the car was very cold because you knew that you were heading home with the love of your life.

After a few moments of comfortable silence, he reached out for your hand, and in a tender whisper, he said, "I love you," as he began parking at your apartment's parking lot. The simplicity woven into every second spent with each other, filled with love and care, is the kind of love that is true and right.

Your evening flew by, and your early bedtime goal was quickly abandoned as you spent the entire night watching movies with Jeno. However, when spending time with him replenishes you more than a peaceful slumber, what good is sleep?

Sleep is what your body needs, and you just ate your own words when you fell asleep on Jeno’s shoulder.

He noticed that and chuckled lowly. He reached for the remote and quickly turned off the television before positioning himself to properly carry you back to your shared room. He knew that waking you up would be of no use because you are a very heavy sleeper, and you hate it when your sleep gets disturbed, so he tried his best to be as gentle as possible so you would stay in your peaceful slumber.

He laid down on his side of the bed after tucking you in and planting a gentle kiss on your forehead.

A lot of your evenings went by like that. Spending a quarter of your day in college and going home with him. It has become your perfect daily routine. Although there are times where Jeno fails to drive you home because of how demanding his course is, you end up going home alone, and commuting is an extreme sport. Sometimes, it will be too hard to hail a taxi because of the rush hour and all the other students going home at the same time who are also desperate to rest. Sometimes, even if it was Jeno who said he would come home late, you end up arriving home later than he did. But what is adulthood without a bit of suffering?

‘Love won't make you rich,' that's what you heard from your mother when you said you were dating Jeno. Of course, your love hasn't always been a pleasant sight for everyone. You began dating in high school; of course, people would think you're foolish to enter into such a commitment at such a young age.

There are times when you wonder if your mother was right, especially when you and Jeno fail to pay rent on time, struggle to find part-time jobs to feed the both of you, and add your stressful college work to the mix.

But all your worries will soon disappear in the wind because it's Jeno you are facing those problems with, and eight years of sustaining yourself doesn't seem so hard because there is Jeno, who is your lifeline, your anchor, and your foundation. And even if the world turns its back on you, there is Jeno ready to face all of your worries, your fears, and your doubts because it's Jeno, the one who loves all of you.

"Good morning." You heard Jeno talk from the hallway.

You furrowed your brow in confusion. 'Why is he still here? ' you thought to yourself. It's Saturday, and you both have work, but your shift is at noon, so you didn't bother getting up early, unlike Jeno, who has a 9 a.m. shift.

Jeno has been waking up late several times since last month. If he is not absent, he will be late. It's always been like that. You haven't spoken to him about it yet. You have developed an unspoken rule in your relationship that there are situations that you can tackle on your own because you are both adults.

"Why aren't you at work?" You tried to sound as considerate as possible, but it's his life at stake and your apartment. If he doesn't come to work on time or at all, they will deduct his pay and, in the worst scenario possible, fire him.

"I don't feel well." He simply answered.

"You haven't been feeling well for a month. Wanna go to the hospital?" you suggested.

"It's not really that serious for a hospital, bub," he reasoned out.

"But it's serious enough for you to miss work for a month?" You said without looking at him, not being able to contain it anymore.

You heard him sigh before he headed to the bathroom, and you shook your head. Jeno, on the other hand, thought it would be best not to say anything.

You took your last sip of the coffee before heading to the sink, and you saw the overwhelming tower of unwashed dishes. It's 11 p.m., and your work is 20 minutes away from home if you are lucky enough to hail a cab the instant you come out of the building. Washing these plates will take a lot of your time, but if Jeno doesn't have the energy to wash them today because he is not feeling well, then that leaves you no choice. Good thing you already took a bath and wore your work clothes; you wouldn't have to rush later on.

It's times like these when you realize that you two are no longer the teenagers you once thought you'd remain forever. Those teenagers have now grown, with bigger responsibilities and greater disappointments to confront.

You finished the dishes and gathered your belongings before preparing to leave. However, as you reached for the doorknob, you noticed Jeno standing in the hallway, simply gazing at you.

"I will make it up to you," he said, and all you could do was smile at him before heading out.

All day at work, your thoughts were consumed by him—wondering if he had enough food at home and if he was resting well. This wasn't the first time you'd encountered issues between the two. Despite the absence of major fights and screaming matches, deep down, you knew that things were not okay between you.

After long, tiring hours at work, you received a text message from Jeno that said, 'I'll pick you up from work, bub. I love you.'

You smiled at the notification. He really was making it up to you, and you couldn't even be mad at him anymore.

And he's really there. As you closed the shop, not very far from where you stood, you saw him immediately. Suddenly, you are ready to face everything again because he is there.

You walked up to him with a huge smile, as if you hadn't worked for hours without a break. It was worth it when you're coming home with him.

The drive home was eerily quiet, with only the sound of your breathing audible amidst the corny jokes from the radio DJ. Despite the windows being open and the air conditioning turned off, the chill of the night air seeping in was enough to send shivers down your spine.

As the red light halted the car, you turned to gaze at him, only to find that he was already looking at you with the same love and contentment that had been evident in his eyes since your first year of high school. Now, after eight years together, you were both getting older yet still together, sharing each moment with him by your side.

You had hoped the problems were behind you, believing that your love and understanding would be enough to overcome any challenges that came your way. However, a week after your minor argument, Jeno attempted to return to work, only to find that his employer no longer wanted him back after a month of slacking. This turn of events took a significant toll on both of you, adding to the weight of your existing concerns.

"I'm sorry, bub. I'll look for another job next week, I promise."

The rent was due on Monday, and luckily you saved up enough money for three months after working extra hours since the start of the year.

"I told you to tell me if you have problems, didn't I? For a month, I didn't hear anything from you, and look where it got us? Jeno, it's our finals! We also have expenses for school, not just here at home! If you were too exhausted to work, then you could have just told me." All your pent-up frustrations spilled in an instant.

"I didn't want to burden you, love."

"Jeno, since when have you ever been a burden to me?"

He walked over to you and enveloped you in a hug, and that was when your tears began to flow. Both of you were graduating students, each with your own set of responsibilities and numerous financial challenges to navigate. In the face of it all, you couldn't help but wonder: Is love enough?

"Jeno, it's like I don't know you anymore." You began

"Bub, don't say that."

"I just want you to talk to me. Tell me your problems. I know there are things you can handle by yourself, but at least include me. You have me. I am here for a reason."

Both of you became even busier after that, balancing the demands of studying for final exams with juggling part-time jobs. Jeno faced the added challenge of finding work amidst his other commitments.

Your schedules became so hectic that you no longer went home together, and there were nights when Jeno arrived home so late that you would already be asleep, only to wake up to his departure in the morning.

Your entangled nights became two parallel lines. Quiet and comforting evenings grew even quieter without the presence of others. Every night, you realized that you and Jeno were both growing older and, simultaneously, growing apart. It's something inevitable, something you never wished for, yet something you are currently witnessing with your own eyes.

But growing apart is not contextually synonymous with loving each other less. The love is still there, and the care is still present. That is the reason why both of you are working so hard—because you love each other.

Both of you became so busy to the point where your only connection was coming home to the same house. Suddenly, home felt like nothing more than four walls and a mini fridge, lacking the warmth of four limbs and lips to kiss.

But surprisingly enough, after many weeks, he offered to pick you up from work.

"Keep your eyes on the road," you told him when you noticed him stealing glances at you.

"I love you, bub," he said, prompting you to look at him.

You smiled and replied, "I love you more."

"When is your oath-taking ceremony?" he asked, trying to make conversation amidst the silent drive home.

"I don't know yet. Maybe a few months after graduation."

And then it died down again. But does the silence matter to you when, after so many weeks, he is here beside you again?

He is here.

And that's all that matters right now.

"Should we take the long way home?"

But even a single beautiful night couldn't alter the looming storm heading your way. It's a heart-wrenching inevitability—the painful reality of growing apart.

With each "sorry, I can't pick you up" message and every missed call accompanied by a new excuse, the weight of disappointment settles deeper into your heart. Gradually, you find yourself numb to the ache, accepting it as the new normal.

"Bub, please respond," you pleaded, your voice trembling with emotion, as you left yet another voicemail after he missed your calls for the nth time. It's Saturday, and the rain outside matches the heaviness in your heart. You figured he must have finished work earlier than you, so you were counting on him to pick you up. But his cell phone remains unattended, and it's been 20 agonizing minutes of waiting in the pouring rain.

You hated the rain, and he knew that all too well. After a few more minutes of waiting in vain, you were left with no choice but to reluctantly take the train home alone since there are no cabs at this hour. The frustration and disappointment welled up inside you, reaching a breaking point.

"I'll sleep at my mom's house just for tonight. To cool off," you murmured to yourself.

At the train station, your phone buzzed incessantly, and when you finally answered, it was Jeno calling you countless times.

"I'm here; where are you?" his voice came through, accompanied by the sound of the rain.

"I took the train," you replied simply.

"You could've waited," he said, frustration evident in his tone. "I drove all the way here from work; it's almost an hour drive."

"I did wait, Jeno. What are you trying to imply?" you countered, feeling a mix of irritation and hurt.

You heard him sigh heavily on the other end of the line, and you pursed your lips in frustration.

"I'm tired, Jeno," you said wearily.

"So am I."

"Is that so? Okay, I'm sorry for making you drive in the rain. It won't happen again. And just so you know, I won't be coming home tonight."

Through days, weeks, and months of hardly seeing or talking to each other, you both somehow made it through college. Despite everything that happened, there's this overwhelming sense of pride you feel for each other. Maybe, just maybe, it was all worth it in the end.

The high school love you both shared has now transformed into something more significant. The youthful days you once had together are now just memories as you step into this new chapter of your lives.

It feels right with Jeno, but amidst the familiarity, there's a subtle shift, a tinge of bittersweet realization that things have changed.

Both of you have accomplished your dreams, reaching the destinations you once only dreamed of. You've arrived at where you wanted to be.

"Hey!" Jeno called for your attention. You turned and saw him adorned in his gown and cap, and a profound sense of pride washed over you.

You embraced him, exchanging whispers of 'I'm so proud of you' and 'You did well'. Yet it wasn't the same; it was different.

Both of you have grown, realizing that your teenage dreams have come true, and here you are, all grown up.

The love you once held so dearly in your youth has gracefully reached its final chapter. Staring into each other's eyes, there's an overwhelming sense of emotion, an unspoken acknowledgment that what once was no longer is—it's over.

"Thank you for loving me," he said. "Your love brought me here, bub."

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Candy Girl 4

Warnings: this fic will include elements, some dark, such as cheating, age gap, noncon/dubcon, and other untagged triggers. Please take this into account before proceeding. It is up to curate your online consumption safely.

Summary: as you’re about to take the next step with your boyfriend, doubts begin to arise. (short!plus!reader)

Characters: Thor (boyfriend’s dad/silverfox)

Author’s Note: Please feel free to leave some feedback, reblog, and jump into my asks. I’m always happy to discuss with you and riff on idea. As always, you are cherished and adored! Stay safe, be kind, and treat yourself. <3

After a quick flight, both thankful to Thor and embarrassed that he witnessed his son’s behaviour, you don’t know if you ever want to go back. As much as you love Magni, you’re not sure if it’s worth it. He never seems to want to do anything but play video games or sex. The latter remains a touchy subject for both of you. 

You’ll let Magni cool off, and yourself. 

This isn’t the end. You would know if it was. You send him your usual texts. Good mornings, good nights, and check in when you can. His lack of response isn’t unusual. He’s probably playing around with his bike again. You wonder if he’s figured out how to put it back together yet. 

The days pass in a blur. You have work to keep you busy. With summer in full swing, you have more than enough driving around to do. 

Between deliveries, your mind wanders. You’ll have to talk to him face-to-face, get this sorted out. You're not mad at him. It was a bad morning and a strange night. You can move past it. Right? 

You grab the next order and check the address as you get in your front seat. Huh, it’s in Magni’s neighbourhood. Maybe you can swing by and surprise him. 

You turn the engine and blast your stereo. Rihanna pumps from the speakers, a bit scratchy, but still a bop. You hunch over the wheel as you follow the rush hour traffic, tapping the breaks as you crawl along. Finally, you get to a turn off and dip down some side streets.  

You turn down the A/C as the car begins to shake. You don’t use the air much, your old beater doesn’t much like any extra stress. You turn down the volume and give an anxious look to the venting in the hood. That’s not smoke, you’re just imagining things. 

Before the job, you couldn’t tell left from right but now the whole city is imprinted in the back of your head. You know which orders to make quickly and ones where you can leave the car unlocked while you run up to the door. Magni’s is the latter. 

You roll down the avenue lazily and come up before a big white house, squinting at the number on the front door. You get out and stretch, just a few more hours. You grab the insulated bag and the paper bag with the cans of soda. You bounce up the front steps and balance it all as you ring the bell. 

You wait, glancing around at the lush greenery. It’s kind of lame to dream of living in a place like this. Basic, your friends tease, but you just want to know what it’s like. Maybe it’s just as bad as what you have, just painted up nice. 

You can’t really complain. You have a roof and food and job. Could be a lot worse. 

The door opens and jolts you from your internal turmoil. You blink and step back, once more looking around. You know for sure you didn’t go to the wrong house. Thor’s house isn’t even the same colour. So what is he doing there? 

“Ah, little one, I was hoping it would be you,” he booms. 

“Huh?” You make a dumb face. 

“I thought it’d be a fun surprise,” he grins, “my friend’s,” he points up then reaches into his back pocket, “they suggested pizza and I told them I knew just the place.” 

“Oh, wow, thanks,” you smile and unzip the bag. 

“Hmm,” he hums as he counts out bills, “funny, they got a little thing like you carrying around all that.” 

“Mr. Odinson,” you chirp, “I’m not that small.” 

“Suppose most people are too me,” he grins and holds out the money, “keep the change.” 

You accept the bills with the pizza against your hip and the paper bag on top. You blink dumbly at the folded bills. He can’t be serious. 

“Mr. Odinson.” 

“Thor,” he purrs. 

“Thor, er, I think you miscounted.” 

“I didn’t, I have generous friends,” he shrugs, “we put in together. Now,” he reaches to take the paper bag, “allow me to relieve your burden.” 

You gulp and tuck away the money. You finish unzipping the bag and slide out the pizzas. It’s awkward as the boxes are so big. He gets closer to help and you slide them right into his hand. As you finish unsheathing them, he steps back. 

“How about you have a slice before you go?” He offers, “you have much to go?” 

“Halfway through,” you fold the empty bag against your stomach, “that’s real nice, but they time us.” 

“Oh, too bad,” he nods, “well, I suppose I’ll see you... haven’t lately. Not that I can blame you.” 

“Oh, uh, I’ve been real busy,” you say, not a complete lie. Still, you have been avoiding it. 

“Yes, you work hard. Wish I could say the same of Magni.” 

“Sorry,” you frown. 

“Sorry? For him? He’s not your responsibility. Only myself to blame, I am his father,” he sighs, “anyhow, don’t let me keep you.” 

“Thanks again,” you try to brighten up. “I’m... I’m going to talk to Magni tomorrow. It's my day off.” 

“Ah, yes, well, I hope it isn’t a waste of time,” he resigns and gives a wave. 

He stays at the door as you turn away, his words ominous as they leave an unsettling flutter in your chest. You hop down the steps and open the back door of your car. You toss the empty bag inside and close it, getting in the front.  

You shove the key in the ignition and twist. The engine rumbles but doesn’t flip. You huff and try again, leaning your weight into the effort. As the motor kick, you look up to find Thor still watching you from the porch. 

The engine turns and you sigh in relief. As you go to shift into reverse, there’s a pop, then a bag, and several more noises. The exhaust puffs one last time and the engine dies. No! No! Not now baby. We made it so far. 

You get out as black smoke plumes around the edges of the hood and you hear a shuffle from the porch. Shoot, shoot, shoot. Thor puts the pizza down on the bench and hurries down to you. As if you haven’t embarrassed yourself enough in front of him. 

“You alright?” He asks. 

“Yeah, fine,” you pout, “I’m not worried about me.” 

“Hm, may I?” He gestures to the hood. You shrug. 

He pops it open and moves the stick to prop it up. He waves away the smoke and squints through it. You cross your arms and stand back. You wouldn’t know where to begin. 

“Hmm, lucky it wasn’t a full blown fire. Fuel lines are rotten,” he says and moves out of the path of the smoke. “One finally burst.” 

“Oh,” you mope, “no...” 

“Sorry, little one, it’ll need a professional.” 

“Uh, at least... I guess the tip will help with that,” you sniff, “but... I gotta work. What am I gonna tell Karl?” 

“Karl?” He echoes curiously. 

“My manager,” you utter, “and my parents...” You look at him, “sorry, this isn’t your problem.” 

“I would gladly take it on,” he assures you, “why don’t you call Karl, tell him you’re having some difficulties, you can’t finish your shift.” 

“Urgh,” you frame your forehead in frustration, “but...” 

“I know someone who can look at the car. I’ll give him a call.” 

“Oh gee,” you huff and turn your head up, dropping your hands. “This isn’t happening.” 

“Don’t worry, little one, I will take care of it. Please, it’ll be alright.” 

You look at him again. It isn’t his responsibility and you shouldn’t let him but you don’t have much of a choice. What else are you going to do? Borrow Magni’s broken motorcycle? 

“Right, I’ll... I’ll call my boss.” 

“Please, I don’t like to see you upset,” he says, “call him then have some pizza and I’ll take you to mine. You can make up with Magni, eh? At least that’s something.” 

“Thank you, Mr. Odinson,” you give a bittersweet smile, “really, you don’t have to do all that.” 

“Ah, but why wouldn’t I?” He winks and turns away, “Bucky!” 

He stomps up the steps and pulls open the door, the pizza forgotten on the bench. He calls the same name again and you take out your phone. At least Karl is a nice guy. He’ll let you make it up once you get your car running again. 

[axcel-lucci]

I was cooking (literally) 🤭

Trafalgar Law x fem!reader.

(Angst?)

@the-fluff-piece @sailor-cosmic-horror (idk what blog to tag 😭)

Part 1 is here

"Fuuuuuckkk" (y/n) groaned as Bepo tilted his head slightly.

"What's wrong, (y/n)...?" He asked cutely

"Ah... it's nothing... but fuck- my side hurts..." she laid back down with a grunt, "everything hurts..."

"A-ah?! I should call captain!"

"No-!" She yelled back, "I mean... no... it's not that kind of pain... well I mean it is kinda painful physically, but... not the pain I'm complaining about..." she sighed deeply.

Bepo merely hummed and sat beside her, "when you told captain how you felt and passed out... he panicked. I don't think I've ever seen him so panicked and stressed like that before." He admitted, "and when I asked him why he was like that, there was no clear answer... like he changes his story every time I ask a question. And once you were better he just... stormed out. It's weird... he'd usually check on his patient's condition before leaving..."

"O-oh..." she mumbled.

'I messed up this time... Huh? Do I talk to him? He might be mad or weirded out because of my confession... if only I didn't tell him all those things! I thought I was gonna die! Goddamit!!' She thought before frowning.

"Uh... you need to rest, okay? I'll check on captain first, then I'll come back to you..." Bepo said as he left

She just sighed deeply, "I need to make this right. If I just kept it a secret to the grave... to be fair, he would never let his crew die on him... no one really died in his hands, unless for enemies." She muttered.

A few hours later, she didn't realize she had drifted off to sleep. Only to be woken up by a warm hand softly clearing the hair away from her face.

Her eyes slowly opened before groaning, "again with the fucking light."

A deep chuckle echoed beside her, one that was highly recognizable by the human ears.

"C-captain?!" She gasped as she looked at him standing over her.

"How are you feeling? Sorry I stormed out like that... I just had to deal with some affairs of the sub. It was kinda damaged from the battle. Though I had Bepo check your vitals. I guess he forgot to do that..." he explains as he adjusts the tube that gives her some IV.

"A-ah..." she sighed before humming, "hey... captain. Can I ask you something?"

"Hm? Sure" he muttered as he scribbled down the clipboard.

She stayed quiet for a few moments, thinking of what to say; "remember what I said...? Before blacking out...?"

Law paused for a bit before sighing and nodded, "yeah... I... I do..." he muttered before placing down the clipboard and pen, "how... how long?"

"What...?"

"For how long have you felt this...?"

Her throat starts to dry and close up as she looked away, "quite a while now..."

"I need the exact date."

She took a deep breath, "I think... a year and a half... I'm not too sure though."

"So... you kept this to yourself... for a year a half...? Why didn't you tell me sooner?" He muttered, he was hurt. Obviously. He knows why, but doesn't want to admit it.

She sighed deeply once more, "because I know you wouldn't feel the same about me..."

Law snapped his head to look at her in such a shocked manner. His wide eyes and a slight frown.

She didn't see it but it was fairly obvious.

"What do you mean...?"

"Cut me some slack, captain. The crew knows your stance on relationships... you just don't do them." (Y/n) muttered, her words getting choked on her throat, making it hard to speak. Her vision blurring with tears.

Law could only look at her with clear confusion and shock, "look... don't trust everything the crew says. Most of it is just rumour anyways." He grumbled a bit before holding her hand, "look. I didn't mean to make it seem like that, but in reality... I... I like you too... I just... didn't know you felt the same..."

She finally looked at him with tear filled eyes before sniffling, "really...?"

"Yes, really" he smiled softly before bringing her hand up for him to kiss, "when you get better, I'll take you out... what do you say?"

"Oh captain..."

"Law... just call me by my name now"

"Law... yes... please"

[thepunkmuppet]

just finally got to watch workin boys and OH MY GODDDDDDD I HAVE THOUGHTS

SPOILERS AHEAD

jeff as hidgens is so. he’s just so

chad’s name stayed the same even though it was changed to workin’ girls everyone clapped

🎶 JUST ME AND MY SIX BOYFRIENDS 🎶 WE WON WE WON WE WON

hidgens backstory oh my fucking god. what the hell this man has suffered more than jesus

the songs are amazing I wasn’t expecting to want to buy the album but now I actually need it their vocals are all SO GOOD mariah bryce and kim are absolutely incredible

bill and ted are on a date and you cannot convince me otherwise (I am delusional). also I love that ted loved it bc he was fucking INTO IT in tgwdlm

still need to know why hailey was dumping ass so much

EXCUSE ME WHO ARE YOU

I love the detail that paul didn’t want to go with bill lmfao

ted got brutally murdered again. I knew they would do it but it’s still hilarious

they really said ✨dutch angles ✨ huh

their real stage manager played the stage manager 😭 I love it he has a self insert hatchetfield oc

linda’s the only person who auditioned but didn’t get in lmfao hidgens really said #eat the rich

I love ruth SO MUCH rip queen (again). lauren managed to make her even more cute and pathetic than she is npmd, what a top notch blorbo 100/10

COURTNEY THRASH’S GIRLFRIEND AS A WORKIN’ GIRL SHE’S COME SO FAR

bailey wearing his uniform and taking his gun to a community theatre production why is he a himbo and why do I love him

I know I’ve already said this but sweet jesus mariah and kim’s voices are actually the best things ever they are so perfect in every way

grace just cannot do anything without discovering her passion for violent murder and lethal weapons and honestly girlboss

“our wet sinewy bodies” “I just came”

UP TO MY AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAASSSSSSSSSSSS

hidgens’ death scene was absolutely stunning oh my god

the fact that richie and grace went together to support ruth?? so cute to me. this obviously isn’t in the npmd timeline so it’s just adorable to me that they actually became friends in this timeline, I’m obsessed.

also they had an opportunity for pete and steph and tom and becky to be there on dates but OH WELL

THE ZOMBIES WERE TERRIFYING. OH MY GOD I AM LOSING MY MIND OVER HOW AMAZING THAT SCENE WAS THE MAKEUP THE VOICE EFFECTS I JUST I C CN AHSNJDJSKUDEJ

ALSO THE FACT THAT YOU HAVE NO IDEA IF THEY REALLY ARE GHOSTS OR IF HIDGENS IS JUST CRAZY AND HALLUCINATING OR IF THEY’RE DEMONS IN DISGUISE AND “CHAD” IS A LORD IN BLACK OR A DIFFERENT BEING OR WHAT LIKE YOU HAVE NO IDEA. OPEN-TO-INTERPRETATION PLOT POINTS YOU WILL ALWAYS BE FAMOUS

[junnieverse]

KISS AND TELL ➳ C. SOOBIN

➙ synopsis: you and soobin had been best friends for as long as you could remember and during the course of your friendship you developed a crush on him. Could confessing be the right way to go?

pairing: choi soobin x gn!reader

genre: fluff, best friends to lovers au

word count: 1.3k

warnings: not proofread so there may be a few typos I didn't notice.

"(Y/N)!!"

Not failing to recognise the voice, your door was busted open as Soobin excitedly ran into your room and leaped on top of you disrupting your once peaceful relaxation in bed.

"Geez Soob, you're so heavy dude." you groan in pain feeling his weight on you as he laughed.

Choi Soobin had been your best friend for the past eight years and over the time you managed to developed a small, tiny, itsy bitsy HUMONGOUS crush on him.

I mean who could possibly blame you, Soobin was adorable, funny, had the cutest chubby cheeks, pretty eyes, tall, handsome and had such a caring heart.

Just perfect.

"I just missed my best friend." he said giving you a tight hug not moving in the slightest no matter how much you tried pushing him off of you.

"Okay, now get off before I tickle you." you tell him still attempting to use all your strength to get him to let go.

"Say it back now or I'm not moving," he interjected as he lifts his head sticking his tongue out at you teasingly.

Feeling your cheeks heaten up at the close proximity you were both in, you mentally debate whether or not to say it back but decide to rather stay quiet having secretly enjoyed this affectionate side of his.

"So we're just gonna stay and cuddle like this?" you ask shyly as he nods with his head laid between the crook of your neck.

"Not unless you say it back, unless you didn't miss me," he tells you.

"Well ofcourse I missed you... now get off," you admit to which Soobin chuckles holding onto you even closer.

"No I'm good, it's more comfortable this way," he teases you as you only sigh in response.

It was the things like this Soobin did that made your heart want to beat right out of your chest.

He wasn't even actively flirting with you and yet he had you wrapped right around his finger.

You then slowly reached out your one hand to gently massage his head since you knew how much he enjoyed those and you both stayed laying in bed that way enjoying the comfortable silence.

Using your other free hand to busy yourself on social media, you soon found yourself scrolling through Tiktok and came across one challenge in particular which caught your attention.

'Kiss your best friend challenge'

You had seen a few people doing this challenge all over your feed, some being successful whilst others... weren't.

What was crazy was the fact that you were actually considering trying this with Soobin.

I mean there's absolutely no possible way he would even kiss back, all you were to Soobin was his best friend of many years and despite being happy with that title, you knew you wanted more out of it too.

Seemingly lost in thought, you're brought back to reality feeling Soobin poke your cheek.

"You okay? You zoned out for a good minute there," he asks poking your cheek again playfully as he showed his infamous dimpled smile.

"Huh? Oh uh, yeah, I'm okay Binnie. Just thinking." you tell him smiling softly to not worry him.

Could you ever really confess to him?

This challenge could either make or break your relationship with Soobin and you weren't sure you were ready to take that grand leap of faith that could change everything between you both.

Be it for the good or bad.

Honestly the logical side of you was saying no but your heart and intuition was saying you had to take the risk to see results.

And that's what you were going to do.

"Hey Soobin?" you called out to him as he hummed in response.

"Could I try this Tiktok with you?"

"What's the challenge?" he asks curiously sitting up as you did the same.

Setting up your ring light to use as a tripod, you then set the phone in front of where he was seated.

"Don't worry. You just need to sit next to me and look pretty like always."

You proceeded to set the timer and countdown and waited for the music.

Making your way back to him, you sit down next to Soobin and he awkwardly smiled looking at you signalling to ask what is going on.

The music started playing and you held Soobin's hands placing them around your waist as he looked at you completely confused.

"Here we go," you mumbled under your breath.

When the timing was right, you gently placed your hands on his face and leaned in to kiss him.

Just as you were prepared to pull away and deal with the rejection you were left baffled when he kissed back!

Smiling into the kiss, you felt his grip tighten around your waist as he laid you down on the bed hovering over you to deepen the kiss.

You then realise what just happened and pull away and jolt up from your position in the bed as your eyes widen in pure shock.

"W-what in the world just happened..." you mumbled to yourself as your fingers gently touched your lips.

Looking over at Soobin who was turning as red as a tomato, you excitedly hug him as he hugged you back.

Pulling away, you let out a deep breath before confessing, "I like you Soobin... a lot."

"I like you too (Y/n)... a lot." he tells you shyly as you both laugh at the turn of events.

Maybe making the Tiktok wasn't such a bad idea after all.

"How about I take you out on a real first date soon? But before that, I have a suprise for you in the kitchen." He says sheepishly smiling as he looks down.

How can someone this big be so adorable, he's such a baby.

"Well what are we waiting for then, let's go."

He then crouched in front of you and usually someone would be suprised at this but Soobin sometimes enjoyed carrying you on his back.

You then hopped on his back holding on tightly and went on your way to the kitchen.

Soobin then sat you down on the counter as he proceeded to then open the oven and showed you the tray of bread rolls.

"You made those?" you ask as the whiff of the freshly made bread hit your nose

"Yep, and obviously it wouldn't be fun to eat them alone so I thought we could enjoy them together." he says looking proud of how his baked goods turned out.

He looked through one of the cabinets searching for plates and he got two out so you could both evenly share the rolls.

You both casually conversed enjoying the bread Soobin had made and before you knew it, your plate had been cleared.

In all fairness Soobin did an amazing job, it all tasted amazing.

Although it did seem like Soobin had one left...

Slowly maneuvering your hand onto the plate whilst he wasnt paying any attention, you stole his bread roll and ran into your bedroom as he chased closely behind you managing to catch up.

"Yah! I know you stole my last bread roll!" he yelled as he tackled you trying to tickle you in an effort to get his bread.

Finally giving in, you gave Soobin his bread as you laid in bed trying to calm yourself down from all the intense laughing.

He broke the bread in half giving you a piece and he playfully rolled his eyes as you thanked him.

Placing a quick kiss to his cheek you watched him redden in suprise and you couldn't help but laugh at his reaction.

"I'm glad you did that Tiktok challenge." he says pulling you closer.

"Yeah?"

"Because now I can actually kiss you whenever I want."

Nodding in agreement you finally closed the gap between each other feeling his soft lips on yours once again.

This was a feeling you would definitely never get used to.

And it was all thanks to a Tiktok challenge.

All you had to do was kiss and tell

[jujumin-translates]

★ Main Story | Act 13 - Budding Spring | Chapter 24 - Family Wish

Chikage: Well then, take care.

Company Employee A: Huh? You’re not on the same flight, Utsuki-san?

Chikage: I still have a few errands left to take care of, so I switched my flight to tomorrow.

Company Employee A: I see. Well, you were a lifesaver this time. Thank you so much.

Company Employee B: It was thanks to you that we were able to successfully conclude our business negotiations, Utsuki-san. Their attitude towards the whole thing softened considerably compared to when we first asked.

Company Employee B: The power of language really is incredible.

Chikage: I’m glad I could help.

Company Employee A: Well then, we’ll take our leave.

Chikage: Good work.

*Footsteps*

Chikage: (Alright… Just in time to catch the next bus.)

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Chikage: (It’s going to be a while from here, so I guess I’ll get some work done.)

Chikage: …

*Typing*

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Driver: 《Have a nice trip!》

Chikage: 《Thank you.》

Chikage: (I guess he can tell by my outfit that I’m not a local.)

Chikage: (Has it really been almost twenty years…?)

Chikage: (The city really has changed a lot since then. Well, that thing can’t be the same after all this time, right…?)

Chikage: (Anyway, the place where people are likely to gather is…)

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Shopkeeper: 《Welcome.》

Customer A: 《That was so crazy back then!》

Customer B: 《I know, right?》

Customer C: 《Dad, they said it’s still gonna be a while.》

Customer D: 《Let’s just have dinner first.》

Customer E: 《What are we gonna eat?》

Customer F: 《I’m not really that hungry, though.》

Chikage: (How nostalgic. Just sitting here, there’s all kinds of languages being thrown around.)

Chikage: (This is a great place to get some multilingual input.)

Chikage: (If we as a theater company are going to expand our overseas outreach in the future, there’s no better way to do it than to have correspondence in as many languages as possible…)

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Chikage: (If I relax for any longer, I’ll miss the bus.)

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*Footsteps*

Chikage: (The wall of this vacant lot… there’s even more graffiti than I remember. Was there really that much written on it before?)

Chikage: (It doesn’t seem like it’s gotten any less safe, at least.)

Resident: 《That area’s already all filled up. You’d have to write really small if ya wanted to put something there.》

Chikage: 《Does the graffiti here have some sort of meaning?》

Resident: 《Ahh, so you don’t know? Somewhere along the line, a rumor started goin’ around that if you wrote your name here, your dreams would come true.》

Resident: 《Even tourists started writin’ things here.》

Resident: 《Well, the owner doesn’t mind it, so it all just stays here.》

Resident: 《At first, there were just one or two things written up there.》

Chikage: --.

Chikage: (This is… my name…)

Chikage: (There’s only one person who would’ve done this. There’s no mistaking it, that handwriting is his--.)

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“Hey.”

“Do you have a family?”

“Do you have a dream?”

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Chikage: …

Chikage: (Dreams coming true, huh? What came first, the rumor, or the name…)

Chikage: (Hah, even now I still can’t figure out what he was thinking.)

Chikage: (Dreams, huh… Maybe the reason I was able to come here was because mine came true.)

Resident: 《Hm? I feel like I’ve seen your face somewhere before… Nah, you just look like an acquaintance of mine.》

Chikage: ?

Resident: 《You kinda look like an old colleague of mine. Your smile, especially.》

Resident: 《He passed away decades ago, though.》

Resident: 《His wife also passed away a few years back due to an illness… I’m pretty sure they had a son, but I think he was sent somewhere far away, or something like that.》

Chikage: 《...I’ve heard that I have distant relatives from around this area, so maybe there’s a connection there.》

Resident: 《Maybe so. If only his wife were still alive… I’m sure she’d be happy.》

Resident: 《A while back, I asked her about her son, and she said she’d probably never see him again, but all she hoped was that he wasn’t alone.》

Resident: 《Lookin’ at you, I feel like I’m seein’ their son.》

Chikage: …

Chikage: (Selfish to the very end.)

Chikage: (I didn’t feel loved by them. Hell, I don’t even know if I love them.)

Chikage: (As a kid, they were like a huge, detestable existence that loomed over me. Even after they left me, no matter how much time passed, they stayed imprinted on me, like a scar that can’t be removed…)

Chikage: (But, I get it now… I never have to look at this name again.)

Chikage: (It doesn’t exist anywhere in this world.)

Chikage: (...I wonder what this feeling is. It’s not really nostalgia, sadness, or relief.)

Chikage: (It’s like one small sense of closure… It feels like it’s fitting into my heart somewhere. Like a book fitting into a shelf where it belongs.)

Resident: 《If you have distant relatives around here, why not visit their graves?》

Chikage: 《--I’ll have to pass since I have a bus to catch. I need to get back to my family soon.》

Resident: 《Gotcha, have a good trip.》

Chikage: 《Thank you very much.》

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Chikage: (...I sort of doubt there will be anyone on at this time.)

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UC has entered the chat.

UC: I’m on my way to the hotel near the airport now.

taruchi: gg

UC: Ah, I see. We must be fairly close.

taruchi: well, think i’m somewhere between japan and u

taruchi: how’d ur new challenge go?

UC: How indeed. I do know that I’m glad I came here, at least.

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[queen-of-deans-booty]

About A Boy: Final Part

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2.3k

Warnings: canon angst and violence, extra angst

Summary: Dean gets turned back into a teenager and realizes one thing: his Mark is gone. Is this his salvation or his downfall?

Season Ten Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

x

"Yeah, we have that stuff in the trunk," Sam clears his throat. "So, we'll get you changed back and light Sabrina's ass up."

"About that," Dean chuckles. "It turns out, this whole freak show has an upside." Dean pulls his shirt sleeve up to reveal his arm doesn't have the Mark. "The Mark is gone."

"How?"

"This witch slammed me back into the body I had when I was fourteen. I didn't have the Mark back then. If we reverse this spell, it's gonna come back. What if we don't?"

"Wait a second. Are you saying you want to stay like this?" you ask.

"No, but if it's between a psycho rage monster/borderline demon or a teenager, well..."

"Really?"

"Look, I'm not a fan, either but this is a problem solved. I'm still me. I can still hunt. I'm just, you know, dewier."

"You kind of have a point, but--"

"There are no buts, Sam," Dean cuts his brother off. "Good news is I have a virgin liver. So, what do you say when we're done doing our hero thing, we take her for a spin?"

"Yeah, sure. I mean, you can drink again in like seven years?"

"That's not funny," Dean says seriously.

"That's kind of funny."

"That's not funny."

"It's kind of funny," you smirk.

Silence fills the Impala and something comes over Sam and Dean. Both brothers are thinking the exact same thing. If Dean never changes back, what's going to happen when they shove a fourteen-year-old soul back into your body? Did Dean's soul revert back to that age, too? If so, did yours? Does this mean your soul is purely white now?

Sam arrives at the house Dean was kept in and immediately follows his brother to the small window he escaped from. This window is too small for either you or Sam to fit through so you'll have to find another entrance into the basement. There is a light on inside the house indicating someone is home.

"Looks like someone's home."

"We gotta get Tina out first. The window is still open."

"There is no way I'll fit through that," Sam says.

"First time you ever had to say that, huh?" Dean smirks.

"Big talk coming from the dude wearing underoos."

"Okay, good one," Dean nods. "Go find another entrance."

"Come on," Sam says to you.

Sam finds the back door and easily slips in. Tina and the witch might be upstairs but Dean is downstairs in the basement. When you get there, some big man has Dean in a chokehold. Sam hits the man in the back of the neck causing him to let go of Dean. The man falls to the ground and Dean joins your side.

"Don't!" Sam yells when he is about to get up. "Where's the girl?"

"Upstairs. Alive."

"What did you do to us?" Dean asks.

"Nothing. I'm not a witch. I just work for one."

"Shitty gig," you scoff. "Where is she?"

"Upstairs. Her name is Katja and she's the worst person in the world."

"I don't know. I work with this one," Dean gestures to you.

"Yeah, truth be told, I'm as evil as it gets," you smile.

"I've been with her for centuries. The things I've seen her do. She made my sister and I hurt and kill people. When we tried to escape, she caught us and tortured me, then she made me eat poor Gretel's heart."

"Gretel? Witch? Are you saying you're Hansel? Gretel and Hansel? Like the fable? Like Brothers Grimm?"

"It wasn't a fable." Hansel gets up and dusts off his pants. "It was based on a true story. They just gave it a happy ending."

"Oh, okay. We get to barbecue a celebrity. Cool," Dean shrugs.

"You can't kill her. You're just men and a woman."

"We're more than that." Sam takes out the Molotov cocktail that will be used to kill the witch. "We're hunters."

"Then let me help."

"What's in it for you?"

"Because if you're going to fry that candy-coated bitch, I want in."

"Tell me how to turn him back," Sam says and keeps the gun trained on him.

"Sam, it can wait," Dean sighs.

"Tell me how!!"

"The hex bag that I'm wearing will reverse the spell. Squeeze it and you'll return to your proper age." Sam lowers his gun. "Look, we waste the witch, I give you the cure. Deal?"

Once both brothers agree to the terms, Hansel takes all three of you upstairs. Katja is cooking in the kitchen and Tina is tied to a chair with a gag over her mouth. Katja chops onions up and places them into the large pot that's on the stove.

"Your friend JP didn't have much meat on his bones," she chuckles, "but a good cook works with the ingredients she's given." She tastes the soup and grins happily. "Mmm. Wunderbar!" The witch is originally from Germany so she'll put a few words in German from time to time. Tina cries quietly and Katja sees this. "Oh, don't worry, liebchen. You're too good for soup. I'm thinking of a nice, sweet chili glaze with a few hours of roasting in the oven. Ooh! An apple in your mouth to top it off."

Hansel steps into the kitchen alerting the witch.

"Hansel." You three appear behind him. You have a knife in your hand, Sam has a gun, and Dean has the Molotov cocktail in his. "Well, our lost lamb. I thought we'd have to go looking for you. Maybe even abandon our home sweet home here. I never dreamt you'd be stupid enough to come back on your own. Hansel, take care of them."

Hansel doesn't respond and walks to the right side of you, between you and Tina.

"Yeah, he's not exactly your biggest fan. Maybe you shouldn't have made him chow down on his sister."

Katja smirks and looks at Hansel.

"I never made Hansel do anything."

Suddenly, the knife is knocked out of your hand and Hansel pushes you into the wall behind you. He kicks Sam and grabs his gun, disarming him. Hansel quickly grabs you and places you in front of him, putting the gun to your head. Dean curses and tries to light the Molotov Cocktail but Katja uses her magic and sends it flying against the wall. The bottle breaks which means the spell is useless against her.

"Now, who's hungry?" she grins evilly.

Sam tries to move but Hansel shoves the gun further into your head.

"Don't move or I will kill her."

You're not scared, obviously, but you do value your life. If you were to make a move, he'd kill you. You'd like to live to see another day so you don't move an inch. Katja walks up to Dean and feels his arm.

"Ooh, scrawny. We'll have to fatten you up."

"Don't fucking touch me," Dean glares and yanks his arm away.

"I'm gonna do more than that." She walks back to the kitchen island. "Children. They're so sweet and delicious. You'll see." She looks at Hansel and nods once. "When I cook him up, I'll give you some, hmm?"

"If you like kids so much, why not go after kids? What's with this whole fountain of youth?" Sam asks.

"In the olden days, if a child went missing, it didn't matter. The young died all the time. Now, with all your AMBER Alerts and your milk cartons, a person fillets one rugrat and people get so angry. So, I improvise. I take adults no one will miss and give them back their youth. It's the only way I can eat in peace."

Sam slowly reaches into his back pocket where his knife is. Dean sees this and decides to stall the witch and keep the focus on him.

"Is it worth it? I mean, the word on the street is people kind of taste like chicken."

"A bit. European children are more free-range and gamier. Americans, though, are Heaven... fattier. The meat is so finely marbled that it's almost buttery. I just can't get enough."

"Awesome," Dean rolls his eyes.

"No! I am in awe. This is my first visit to your country, and I have to say, God Bless the U.S.A!"

"Oh, so, you're a tourist?"

"No. It's business, not pleasure. An old friend is causing trouble and the Grand Coven asked me to take of her. Poor, stupid Rowena."

"Rowena?" you bark out a laugh. "That bitch? Does she have red hair and have a thing for ritzy hotels?"

Katja drops the vegetable she is holding in shock.

"How do you know that?"

Sam finally gets his knife out without anyone noticing but you and Dean. He immediately lunges for Katja with the knife while Dean tackles Hansel to the ground. You jumped out of the way just at the right time so you didn't go down with them. You back up and stand next to Tina to watch this unfold.

Katja goes to stab Sam with her knife but he knocks it out of her hand. She uses her magic and flings him into the bookcase by the door, and he crumbles to the ground along with everything else on it. Hansel elbows Dean off him and grabs him by the collar to repeatedly slam him into the ground. Tina looks at you to see if you're going to do anything but you wave her off.

"He's fine," you shrug.

Katja opens the fiery oven, and Hansel shoves Dean three times against the fridge. Dean slides to the ground and looks at Sam who is too weak to get up. He looks at you and sees no regard for his safety in your eyes.

"Now you'll burn!" Katja yells. "Turn them!"

Hansel turns to you and Sam with an evil grin on his face. He grabs his neck where the hex bag should have been but realizes it's gone. He turns to Dean and goes white when he sees Dean has the hex bag. Dean clutches the bag and squeezes it, giving off a pure white light that is too bright to look at. Dean, now in his normal adult body, grabs the knife Katja dropped on the ground and shoves it deep into Hansel's chest.

He stomps over to Katja and shoves the hex bag into her mouth so she can't use any spells against him. She struggles against him but he shoves her into the open fiery oven and closes the door. She screams and begs to be let out but Dean closes the little door that lets the smoke out.

Dean didn't use the Blade to kill someone but he did take two lives. Your Mark is tingling in the most delicious way.

With the witch and Hansel dead, Tina is let go and forced to face the gravity of the situation. The brothers bring her outside the house to talk while you're off to the side picking the bark of a tree.

"That was crazy. Like psycho crazy. You three do this all the time?"

"All the fucking time."

"Not all the time," Sam mutters.

"Can you turn me back?"

"The hex bag went up in flames. I'm so sorry, Tina." She looks disappointed but not as much as she should. "We may be able to reverse engineer the spell, though."

She looks at her reflection in the window and decides to come to terms with who she is now.

"Maybe you don't. I have three ex-husbands, fifty grand in debt, and not much else. I was kind of a shitty adult. Maybe I'll do better this time around. Get out of town and get a fresh start. This is my second chance. Everybody wants a second chance, right?"

Dean looks over at you but you're not paying attention to them. Do you deserve a second chance? When she shoves this soul back into you, you'll remember every horrible thing you've said and done. Does he really want to do that to you? He'll have to make a deal with Death and put a wall in your head to make you forget.

That will be your second chance.

"Are you sure you're going to be alright?" Dean asks.

"Like I told you, I always am."

"Can we at least give you a ride somewhere?"

"To a bus station would be nice."

You and Tina head for the car and Dean sticks his hand out toward Sam.

"Give me the keys."

Sam and Dean take Tina to the nearest bus station while you stay in the car. Both of them give her all the cash they have so she can use it to get herself out of town. She thanks them and heads into the station, and the brothers return to the car.

"So, Grand Coven. Any ideas?" Dean asks.

"It doesn't sound good."

"It sounds like an 80's hair metal band. You know, a lot of hair spray, a lot of eye shadow, and a lot of keytar." Sam stares blankly at Dean. "No? Nothing? Come on, man. I'm painting a word picture here."

"Is it back?"

Dean sighs and lifts his sleeve to show that the Mark is indeed back on his arm.

"Look, I know what you're going to say, okay? But you were in deep."

"I know. You saved me, Tina, and Y/N. You pulled a Dean Winchester. Thank you."

"Anytime," Dean smiles.

"Do I wish the mark was gone? Yes, of course, on both of you," You roll your eyes, "but I wanted you back more. Here you are and you didn't Hulk out. I'll take the win. As for the rest of it—the mark, everything else--we'll figure it out. We always do."

"Damn right. Let's get out here." Dean starts the car and he smiles when she purrs. "I'm back, baby."

Dean turns on the radio and Taylor Swift's Shake It Off plays over the radio. Sam looks to Dean expecting him to switch the song but he keeps it playing. Sam continues to stare at Dean but the older brother shrugs and leaves it on. He peels out of the parking lot with it still playing.

"I don't know about you two but we need to figure out where the hell my soul went. I want my magic back."

"That's something considering you're out for blood."

"What can I say? I want to switch it up this time."

If you can get them to believe you want your soul back, then you can trick them into giving you the remote for the device on your neck. Your time is up on this ride, and you finally want off it.

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! hsr headcannons for several characters ! [modern au]

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Characters : Dan Heng, Serval, Blade, Gepard, March

Plot : no real plot, just headcannons about honkai Characters in a modern au setting

Tags : modern au, headcannons, fluff, slight crack, wrote this at 11pm while heading home from a road trip

authors note : omg got a steam deck for my birthday (may 30th) and I. AM. IN. LOVE !!! I could talk abt it for hours and hours but i have my discord for that ehe. Anyways, ive been having fun rediscovering my old childhood games and thats when i had an epiphany. Hsr or genshin boys in a ddlc type scenario!!! Feeling so swag abt the idea. Also i got out of school so more uploads yaya. Thank u all for the support on my intro page yippee. I promise not to let you all down

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DANHENG

Now playing : Scrawny - The Wallows

He definitely dresses like with collared shirts and kinda has that accidental soft boy look

English major frfr

definitely listens to lovejoy/wilbursoot and bo burnham

Water drinker enthusiast (even tho he forgets to drink half the time-)

burnt out gifted kid

messed up sleeping schedules

Hes that quiet guy everyone has a crush on to some extent

He looks cold and serious during lectures, but hes actually just daydreaming and has his head in the clouds

Probably stays with the same group of kids he met in middle school because he cant socialize

I think said kids would be march, stelle/caleus, himeko And on ocasion blade, kafka, and silverwolf

Welt would be a chill english teacher that would let Dan Heng sit in his classroom during lunch

he likes going to concerts a lot

Learned to play guitar in middle school but doesnt like playing in front of people

Consider yourself lucky if he plays in front of you

Extremely oblivious to romance

Girls will try to flirt with him but he will just have a blank and confused look

Spends his free time in book stores shopping for records

Ps5 gamer frfr

Theater kid (had a hamilton phase)

SERVAL

Now playing : Shut Me Up - Mindless Self Indulgence

Shut me up by mindless self indulgence on loop

Like its probably to an unhealthy level

Always has headphones in(that gepard gave her for her birthday)(And so loud to the point you can hear the music standing next to her)

(went deaf at the ripe age of 13, after that it was all "huh?" /j)

Shirts from old bands, baggy jeans, fishnets, etc

Had an alt phase

Bad habit of smashing guitars

Dropped out of college after first semester

Had a band in highschool with Blade and Dan Heng that received noise complaints on a regular Basis

Really extroverted and easy to get along with

Loves going to concerts (especially the ones that get crazy like halfway through )

Probably gets in fights during black friday

Addicted to coffee (gepards needs to step in and help her drink something else)

Likes bitter stuff more than sweet stuff

Cares very deeply for her friends

The type of gal to go on road trips with friends and go Camping

Goes to protests every other tuesday

Probably banned from several places

very passionate about things she loves

Loves scary movies and Rollercoasters

The six flags employees have memorized her name

(shes just so cool i wanna be like her fr)

BLADE

Now playing : Consequences - Lovejoy

Theater kid (would never admit it tho)

Kafka teases him about it so much

met kafka and silverwolf in detention

The teachers hate the three of them

Alt kid and never got out of his emo phase

Besties with serval, change my mind

Kafka probably pushed him to join boxing to get his anger out in a less…destructive way

Loves the sleepovers he has with kafka and silverwolf

Broke silverwolf's tv while playing wii sports

Goes to college, no clue what he wants to do so hes just doing liberal studies

Adopted a small stray cat he saw on the ground during a storm

he tries to be tough and mean, but hes a big Softy

Loves the Beetlejuice musical(and mean girls but we dont talk about that)

has probably been on probation on multiple occasions

Probably vandalized the car of someone he didnt like

Kafka has to sweet talk everyone out of getting blade in serious trouble

Hes really good at basketball, he just doesnt like it so he never pushed it further

Doesnt really like or understands sports

probably listens to videogame osts 24/7

GEPARD

Now Playing : Pretty Face - PUBLIC

Getting serval out of trouble isnt a choice, its a lifestyle

Which is ironic, as he is a criminal justice major

But he still will always be her biggest supporter

Dresses (like a costco dad) soft boy by pure accident

Completely oblivious to anything and everything

Enjoys gardening and has a lemon Tree

Cave Town enthusiast

Lemonade Enthusiast

Sends people those "reminder to drink water and be happy" messages

Straight 4.0 GPA student. The teachers loved Him

Was really shy so he didnt have many friends growing up (Serval had to help him out)

Hates rollercoasters, serval drags him around six flags and he screams his head off

Poor guy :<

Still loves it since he loves hanging out with his sister

Student council secretary

No clue how the internet and technology works

Strong sense of justice

That has gotten him involved in several issues

Which ironically, serval got him out of

Wholesome cinnamon roll, pls protecc

MARCH 7TH

Now playing : Cupid - FIFTY FIFTY

That one girl in class that no one could hate

Class representative and student council public relations officer

Photography major (duh)

Social butterfly and very easy to talk to

Want to go out to go eat something sweet while having fun? March has you covered !

March Makes friendship braclets and sells them so she can go shopping

has a secret stash of candy hidden in her dorm

March has a babysitting gig and comes to peoples houses with candy

Shes a little kid magnet, they all love her so much

had a club penguin phase with Dan Heng and they both shudder just thinking about it

learned all her profanity from watching Dan Heng play Call Of Duty

sucks at english, fries her brain like a hashbrown

k-pop girlie

dresses really cute with cardigans and pastel pinks

(watched aphmau, Her favorite one was a mermaid tales and mystreet) [submitted by someone on my discord who wants to stay anon]

plays overwatch and says things like "Hey, thats not nice!"

lowkey kind of a teachers pet-

Loves webtoons and collects the physical releases

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[bleue-flora]

In exile, c!Dream spoke about immortalisation once I’m pretty sure unless it was a joke the cc made about killing and reviving again and foreshadowed it but it’s possible c!Dream either had used the book around the time or was just knew that it could revive and kill people but wow does it change a lot of c!staged only tested the book after prison arc and I believe it for the most part. Except in finale when c!tommy tells c!punz about how he tried offing himself, c!dresm tells him that he could have revived him. Doesn’t this imply c!dream knew about how the book worked around that time or is he telling him he would have tested the book on him even without knowing it worked, or revived him later on after the lazar vikk experiments. What do you think ?

[context]

I mean he had the revival book and even if he didn’t know 100% if it worked he could still be thinking about immortality and such… though hard to say much about the scene without knowing the context and I don’t feel like going on a hunt for it at the moment, but I’ve not seen that moment used as evidence for people’s opinions on the revival book experiment timeline so I’m gonna probably say it’s not of super importance…

As far as the finale goes, firstly I like to as always point out that Dream is saying something to Tommy so already we should put our speculation hats on, because if there’s one person he’s especially know for lying to, it’s Tommy. Secondly, context is super key. In this instance [clip], Tommy is trying to play at Punz’s humanity with his sob story, hoping to make him see how much of an evil monster Dream is [clip]. So, Dream is coming to his own defense of like - Are we supposed to feel bad for you? Does that really make me a bad person if I can bring you back and undo it? (as an aside, here’s that logical vs. emotional reasoning again btw for all those who read my essay)… but anyways, the point isn’t really about whether he could or would have brought him back then or later, it’s more so him highlighting that Tommy is being over dramatic and it wasn’t that big of a deal… if that makes sense. It’s about minimizing Tommy’s feelings, while also adding defense to his own actions. Notice he doesn’t tell Tommy about how he knew he screwed up and went back to check on him [clip], it’s not about what actually happened but about how in the grand scheme of things it’s inconsequential, a theme he and Punz continue to highlight in these streams.

Later, Dream brings up the tower again, this time saying more so almost like the opposite, “You had your—your tower moment right? But—let’s say… that it happened…What you would have been in your limbo—forever? You would have been fine with that? You would have been fine with leaving—Tubbo behind and all of your friends and… You keep saying ‘oh yeah—you know, you can enjoy the moments’ you can enjoy the moments while still being Alive...” [clip]. Notice it’s not about the actual event but using that event to highlight a larger point. Tubbo and Tommy keep berating Dream the whole time for messing with the natural order and playing with death - what’s dead should stay dead… yada yada. And Dream, just like how he called out how inconsequential Tommy and his gripes are, now uses that same things to highlight clingy duo’s hypocrisy… I’m really hoping that makes sense. In other words, it doesn’t matter - it was never about whether he did or didn’t actually have the book or ability back in Exile, it was about using it as a point of reference for Tommy to understand his reasoning…….

Hypothetically speaking though, if we just imagine for a moment Tommy did go through with the pillar: I think Dream might have tried to use the revive book on him whether it had been pre-tested or not. Not only because I think, Dream isn’t heartless and might feel bad about it. But also I think it’d be a great opportunity to gain favor with Tommy as his savior and the rest of the server… huh there’s another AU idea: Dream tries to drive Tommy to suicide in Exile so he can resurrect him and become loved by Tommy and the server again… (I’m sure that wouldn’t backfire or anything…)

[lackadaisy-headcanon-supply-unit]

Do you do isekai (someone from our time warped into Lackadaisy world) scenarios? If so, could I have a scenario cider involving a human female (either turned into cat or not) with a dash of Rocky Rickaby? Not neccessary romantic, just a developing friendship between a perpetually anxious out of place gal dealing with Rocky's shenanigans. I think he'd be VERY fascinated and ask ALL sorts of questions about the future.

The restraint I had to use to not turn this into a oneshot. Hoooo boy. Mixing drinks is hard when you like an idea so much you want to do more with it. Anyway I’m giving you a clothing item to make life a little easier regarding how Rocky even knows you’re from the future so stay tuned for that

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A cafe is a pretty nice place to end up in when your whole world turns upside down. Not enough that Y/N’s suddenly thrown into the body of an entire different species, she’s also jumped back about a hundred years or so. Her body may have changed–(H/C) fur, a tail, ears not where they’re supposed to be, new senses providing a nice little sensory Hell–and yet her clothes by some logic remained exactly the same. It was as if whatever god or deity that yanked her out of her present day life and launched her back in time couldn’t be bothered to change anything beyond her species.

But at least the food wasn’t much different. These human-cat creatures ate pretty much the same thing as plain old humans did and even spoke the same language, so ordering something wasn’t much of a challenge. Ignoring the weird looks the young waitress gave her from time to time, Y/N could idly chew on a french fry or two and watch her tail slowly slim down to a less puffy state out of the corner of her eye.

Until the bloody thing fluffed up again full-throttle at the cafe door being swung open and a boisterous silver tabby loudly greeting everyone in the cafe. The general response was best described as exhausted, but it gave Y/N the cat’s name: Rocky.

Getting Rocky’s attention was as simple as existing. He stared at Y/N for a long enough moment that she wished she had somehow sensed that she was going to go back in time and had worn something a little more period appropriate. When he approached her, she felt her ears flatten against her head and a weird sound started from somewhere in her throat, one that ended in a low “don’t you come near me” sound.

Huh. So that’s what hissing feels like.

Rocky backed off at the hiss, raising his hands in an “I’m innocent” gesture. “Take it easy, toots, I’m not about to hurt ya. Miss Pepper, who is this?”

The waitress looked over for a moment and told Rocky that she didn’t know. Y/N swallowed a threatened kitty growl and managed her name. Rocky took the seat near her, took off his hat and didn’t seem to notice when Y/N recoiled further at the nasty-looking scar going straight down his forehead. She was literally hanging off the edge of her seat at this point.

Rocky started talking to the waitress, often glancing at Y/N out of the corner of his eye. Now that she was no longer at the centre of attention she could relax a little bit easier. She pulled at the bottom of her graduation hoodie and fiddled with her hands (paws?) to try and soothe her claws before turning to Rocky with a question.

Rocky already beat her to it. He was practically right in her face, grinning so wide that it registered as a threat yet again in her kitty brain. However he spoke before she could hiss again or claw him or whatever her instinct was about to make her do.

“So tell me. 2023. What’s it like?”

[his-saiko]

The Lucky One

— Bakugo x gn!reader. first!pov

C/Tw. cheesy [cringey] shit — you might wanna tread lightly on this one

“You’re doing it again.”

“Doing what?” I looked at him.

He waved his hand in a circular motion. “This. You look small. You’re fidgeting.”

I held my tongue to avoid saying sorry and make excuses. “I know.”

He sat down in front of me and just looked at me in the eyes.

“What?”

He smiled. “Nothing. I know that you don’t need me saying anything else.” He scratched his cheek then let his hand slide to the back of his neck. “But you know I couldn’t resist babying you when you’re this vulnerable.”

I pushed my foot towards him and tried to push him off but I should know better. This person in front of me is bigger and stronger than me.

“Don’t get sassy with me. We both know what would happen next if you continue this.”

I couldn’t help but smile and blush. I covered my face and pulled myself back away from him.

“Hey! It’s an even worse idea to move away from me. Get back here.” He grabbed me by my ankles and pulled me close to him.

I couldn’t help but laugh. I avoided his gaze and tried to push him off but it didn’t stop him from embracing me and peppering me with his kisses. The softness of his lips tickled the skin on my neck and face.

“Baby! Baby, Stop!” I begged as I laughed.

He stopped but kept me caged in his arms. We stayed silent to calm ourselves a bit. I can feel the room becoming solemn.

“You’re thinking about things that don’t exist, huh?” He spoke up.

“Yeah.” I felt his body melting. I pulled the both of us to lie down. “You don’t have to worry about it too much.”

“That won’t help me think about it less. I know I had a part in making you like this. I knew what you went through and I still managed to add to it. I don’t want to excuse that.”

“Well, you’re here now, right?” I put my hand on his arm and snuggled closer. “I should be looking at what you’re doing about it. And if I do get hit with panic about what happened in the past. It’s my responsibility to make peace with it and forgive myself.”

He took my hand and placed it on his cheek. “I guess I should do the same. Make peace of the past. Make use of the present.” He slid his hand on my stomach. “Raise some kids in the future.” He chuckled.

I hit him on the chest as we laughed.

“Ow. What did I say?”

“Stop making me blush! It’s embarrassing.” I said with gritted teeth.

“Why? You look cute when you blush. Especially since I’m the one making you-” he kissed my cheek “-blush.”

I buried my face in his neck to stop him from getting any sort of victory. “That’s not fair. You always catch me off guard.” I chuckled.

“That’s because you know you’re safe with me.” He boasted. “Mi amor.” He botched the pronunciation of the words intentionally and it made the both of us cackle.

“Stop making me blush and laugh. It’s just making me feel more in love with you.”

“It better.” He scoffed. “Because I need to remind all those extras that you’re mine and I’m yours.”

I squeezed his cheeks together and made him look at me. “Baby, you scare everyone that you think is interested in me away. And you also scare the people that take interest in you away.”

“Because you’re mine!” He snarled and hugged me tightly he changed his tone to a baby-like voice say: “And I’m yours.”

I chuckled and felt my cheeks hurting from the smile stuck on my face. “I love you,” I said with no hesitation.

“I love you more and most so I win.”

I chuckled again. “I guess it does if you believe that you’re the lucky one in this relationship.”

“That’s a fact. I don’t need to think about it because it’s already a reality.”

© 2023 Alfi. Do not replicate.

[haemosexuality]

the timeline goes

00-18 years old: i have always been VERY babies by my parents. i wouldnt call them helicopter parents per se, like they always let me do the things i asked (tho i never drunk or partied or stayed out late and dont know how that wouldve gone), but they always... just really protected me, i guess? spoiled me even. theres an embarrassing amount of household chores i just dont know how to do because they never asked me to and im not the type of person that intuitively knows i should be doing something, for example.

they would sometimes look through me phone till i was about 14 or so, my mom had an app that would lock me out of my phone after a certain time until i was 16. they always talked to doctors for me, bought stuff for me, went with me everywhere. aside from the phone stuff, i never had a problem with any of this. i was a very anxious child and an even more anxious and scared teenager, so having my parents helping me with everything was not just great but something i genuinely needed otherwise i would be having meltdowns every day (i mean. for some time there i was literally having full blown meltdowns like twice a week even with their help, so). i was also always just kind of... childish, both in interests and, when i got in the older part of my teens, mentality.

like i said i dont know how to Do a lot of things. adult things like chores and idk scheduling a doctors visit or finding a job. its hard for me to know things intuitively, its stressing and difficult to learn. idk how much of that was that i never had the ability to learn and how much is the autism that means i need my hand held a little more than its normal.

anyways, i never noticed how much my parents babied me, like at all, until it was pointed out to me by the neuropsychologist assessing me for autism earlier this year. and i was like, "...huh. yeah. youre rights. my parents do everything for me."

it was a lightbulb moment but i was freshly 19 and out of school, terrified of having to Become and Adult, and didnt have any problem with it. yes please continue doing everything for me, the world is so scary, the amount of things i have to learn is overwhelming, im scared of growing up, please let everything stay like it is.

march-june: things stay like this. i keep hating myself for how incompetent i am, but make no move to change that. i take the tiniest steps towards getting a job but thats scary so i keep putting it off. lifes goes on, very slowly.

july: i spent a week at my cousins house. she lives in a big city (i live in a small one in the middle of nowhere), 3 hours away from my house. ive done that before but this time she's 23, im 19, and she lives mostly alone. its the happiest i feel in a very long time. my mom isnt hovering over me, demanding i tell her everywhere i go. i can just go out. alone. in a big, dangerous city. i can stay out late and she cant do anything about it bc shes 3 hours away. i can drink and she wont know. i just feel free

i dont actually do that much bc in my core im not really someone who enjoys partying. i stayed out until like 1am and drank half a bottle of beer (it tasted like shit), but it was the first time i did that ever and while my parents Were blowing up my phone asking why i hadnt told them i was home yet, what were they gonna do about it?

in the next day me and my cousin's older sister (27) stayed up until 5am just, talking. shes a lot like me in a lot of ways, and we both cried a lot bc of that. she told me how much better her life got when she loved out of our small city and went to live on the big city. how many more opportunities there are, how many people there are, how many gay people there are and people like us and jobs that i can never find living in the middle of nowhere and just so much understanding. so many possibilities.

july: i come back home. to my small room and my parents. to the same shitty job options ive been imagining my whole life. i feel like the older sister poisoned me, i cant stop thinking about moving out of my house, of this city. i never realized how unbearable the pressure was until i was free of it for a while. i cant lock my door because my parents will wonder whats going on, and ill have to make up a reason. i cant go anywhere without telling them how or where. i have to live in a house with their rules, of how ill eat and how much noise ill make and when ill clean. i am a person! i want to do my own things! what if i actually like parties and ive just never tried them? i want to get drunk! i want to live in my own time! i want to listen to music at 3am and i want to schedule my own fucking doctors appointments and i want to have my own money and i want to be able to masturbate without being scared someones gonna know! i want to wear clothes without being scared of them thinking its slutty! i want to eat fast food without a lecture! i want to be responsible for taking my own medicine! i want to fuck up and have to fix it myself! i want to never fucking smell coffee again, because i hate the smell. i want to learn how to clean a fucking bathroom! i want to be able to cry, LOUD, and scream when im angry!! i feel like im trapped in a box and ill never be able to grow while im here!!!

but im so used to the status quo and that would need just, so much change. and also money. first thing i would need if i want to move out is fucking money and like, im still so scared of getting a job. and they cant help much rn. so im stuck in the box and slowly feeling like im going insane. im incredibly thankful for that trip and how it allowed me to change but also i kind of wish it had happened when i could actually afford to move out. oh well.

[tragicromanceisland]

Obey Me Dates- The Brothers

Imagining the types of dates the demon brothers take you on.

Some are shorter than the others, but I tried.

Lucifer- would out due his brothers on whatever date they took you on. Expect his date to be the most thrilling you ever had and trust him when he says that. He won't allow them to outshine him. He will be the only one you want to go on another date with. One took you to see an opera? Well, he will take you to a symphony. You went on a joyride and had ice cream? Expect a luxury car ride and luxury doesn't exclude speed. Not only are you having dessert you'll have dinner on the beach under the moon light. Your date ended with a kiss or a steamy make-out? You're staying in his room tonight he will pull out all the stops until you are fully seduced.

Mammon- Anything from card games, casino visits, car rides, parties, and the movies. Mammon will pull out all the stops but expect him to make a fool out of himself in the process of trying to impress you. Oi! Stop laughing! It ain't funny. Now his cheeks are full of color it could be because he just ate the floor or he is actually embarrassed. You knew it was both. Thing is Mammon didn't need to over do it to impress you. You liked him just the way he is and when you told him he was flustered. You were so kind and nice to him. He couldn't help but love you. Can he give ya a goodnight kiss? You kissed him first? D'aw you turned him into a schoolboy crazy about you. Not that he already wasn't whipped by you.

Leviathan- Please say yes, please say yes, Please.Say.YES! He was a bundle of nerves, his hands shoved deep in the pockets of his pants. His thumbs sticking out as he couldn't even look in your eyes right now.

"It sounds like fun."

His eyes flit to yours and his eyes dilate.

"Huh?"

You give a coy smile. "I said yes."

His heart was going to burst. Is this real life did you actually accept going on a date with him? Oh he is so happy. Wait...or are you joking? Please don't tell him your joking it would crush him.

"Levi, when is the concert?"

Ok, you do mean it! He can feel tears at the corners of his eyes as he covers his face with the sleeve of his hoodie.

"Two days from now! Thank you, thank you ______!!"

Before you say anything he ran off to his room. He didn't mean to leave you hanging like that but he was so happy he couldn't hold back his tears any longer and that would have been embarrassing if you saw.

The day of the date it goes way better than he could have ever imagined. You even took a picture of him with his idols!!! He passed out after that. He came too. He thought he was dreaming but it was real life. It really happened. At the end of the night, you gave him a kiss and his brain malfunctioned. Instead of saying good night he said thank you you too!! He kicked himself for saying it. Why did he say that?? He was going to die from embarrassment. He liked you so much he began telling Henry 2.0 all about his amazing date with you.

Satan - He was determined to expand your knowledge of the arts and knowledge in general. Of course, he wouldn't force it down your throat. Unless....? Nevermind. Now he is embarrassed though you aren't sure why. It starts as a coffee date and evolves into going to a museum and somehow you're at a pet shop across the street from the cafe after your compelling conversation about history and artifacts. You both continue conversation about animals and at the end of the night, you both find yourself at the Devildoms garden. Walking under the night sky you somehow change the subject to the stars. Satan explains of the legends about the stars of the Devildom. At the end of the night, Satan walks you back to your room. It's still in the house of lamentation as you both study the other. Satan had a wonderful time he would love nothing more than to kiss you. You must have been thinking the same as you both leaned into each other and Satan closed the distance. His lips firm against yours before breaking away. His cheeks burning, one kiss was not enough.

Asmodeus- Shopping and Spa dates as well as staying in and snuggling while watching horror movies were Asmo's thing. Of course, be aware every time you stayed in for a date it was inevitably going to lead to make-outs. He couldn't get enough of your soft lips or the taste of your flavored lip gloss. To say he was addicted was an understatement. Asmo would make sure you both were pampered even if you stayed at home. As much as he did those things with you he also invited you to the parties he was always invited too. These parties gave Asmo a bigger reason to dress you to his liking and often he would coordinate your colors to match. You were both often the talk of the party for fashion but also for your already-known reputation for making pacts with all seven demon lords.

Beelzebub - He asked you to come to his games and afterward he would treat you to dinner. Sometimes he invited you to new places he hadn't been and sometimes he would carry you around to various places and just talk and sometimes it was silent time just enjoying the view being beside you.

Beel also used the time he had to walk Cerberus as a way of spending time with you. He would invite you to work out with him, but...that more often than not, he ended with you distracting him and vice verse. Most of the time, it ended in a make-out. He would take you out for the best meals. Sometimes, even a picnic. He would try not to eat the food before he could share it with you. It would definitely end up with you feeding each other food and enjoying each other's company. Beel would love for you to rest your head on his lap as you fed him. He would also sneak in some kisses.

Belphegor - Stargazing to naps. Your dates with the twins happened to be some of the most peaceful. Belphie would take you to all the best spots to view stars. He would pack a picnic for you both. He had to make sure Beel didn't find out you were going on a picnic he would eat all the food. He would bring some demonus with him as well. While having a picnic you would feed him and he would feed you back sometimes he would nip at your fingers and your retalliation would be to lick his when he fed you. Of course, it made him hard, he had to keep himself in check for a little bit. However, you were quick to notice the bulge in his pants, and more often than not he fucked you under the starry night sky of the Devildom. Afterward, he held you close as he began to tell you a tragic tale of two lovers who were destined to be together yet, an envious man found out about the lovers, and because he adored the one he refused to allow the other man to take what should rightfully be his. Out of jealousy and rage, he killed the lovers. If he couldn't have the one no one could. He then explained how the lovers became entwined in the starry night sky to be together for eternity.

[markantonys]

previously i'd speculated all 4 polycule members will meet at falme at the end of s2, but the more i think about it, the more i suspect min won't go to falme in the show.

a) no sign of her in any of the images/shots from falme we have so far, or in the pic of the 3 wondergirls preparing for a trip. of course, i can't base an argument that she won't be in falme only on the fact that we don't have proof that she will be, but at the very least, we don't have proof that she will be.

b) unless they plan to significantly change her one non-rand-centric canon storyline, she needs to be at the white tower in season 3. no one else who will end s2 in falme will be headed for tar valon in s3 (no, for the love of god, egwene and elayne are NOT going to make a detour there in s3 just so they can take the accepted tests their stories don't actually need them to take), so it feels unlikely to me that min would travel halfway across the continent back to the white tower all by herself rather than joining one of the other roadtrips or being asked to join by someone who wants her viewings to help them out (for example, elayne and nynaeve would surely be eager for her help with black ajah hunting). not impossible, but just kinda clunky to have her go from tar valon to falme back to tar valon in quick succession rather than simply staying in tar valon the whole time.

c) the only things we know for certain about min in s2 are that her aunts have been cast and that at some point she is standing in front of a window that looks like the window in what appears to be rand's inn room in cairhien in the trailer (this is a quick post so i'm not digging up screenshots, but i did a window comparison the other day and confirmed that min's window defs is similar to/the same as the window in that shot of rand channeling fire alone at night). we also know for certain from s1 that her hometown is tar valon in the showverse, and we can predict with decent confidence that siuan makes a trip to cairhien in s2 while rand is there. now let's pull all this together into a prediction.

after losing her livelihood in fal dara, min heads home to her aunts in tar valon, and tar valon is where we first see her in season 2. maybe we start with a taste of her home life (so that she can actually have a backstory and relationships outside of rand), and then she winds up in the white tower (maybe because moiraine suspects she'd go to tar valon after leaving fal dara and has gotten word to siuan to keep an eye out for her). she spends an episode or two or three forming connections with siuan, the wondergirls, and possibly mat, and maybe having her powers studied by aes sedai or trying to research them herself. siuan gets wind (probably from moiraine) that rand is the dragon reborn and is currently in cairhien, so around mid/mid-late season, she travels there with logain (whom she hopes can teach rand to channel) and min (whom she hopes might have useful viewings about rand) in tow. the three of them spend one episode there and all return to tar valon at the end of it so they'll be in place for their s3 storyline. this is the last we see of min, siuan, and logain in s2.

i'll also add a very flimsy d) i read some random person on the internet claim that kae alexander isn't a regular in s2, so if true, that would likely mean she doesn't appear in all 8 episodes, which could in turn mean she'll be absent from the late season if my speculation that she'll be present in the early and middle season is correct.

so, what are the story implications of min not going to falme? honestly..........not much. the fact that she was kidnapped by the seanchan and witnessed their abuse of egwene firsthand had so little effect on her in subsequent books that i had genuinely completely forgotten it had happened by about book 4. i remember thinking later in the series "huh, i remember min was at falme, but how the hell did she even get there?" and drawing a total blank! her involvement in that storyline was literally never referenced again after TDR-ish. so i could imagine that rafe & co might have taken a look at her long-term book arc (lmao at the idea that min even has a long-term book arc to look at!) and decided to jettison her falme stuff because it never plays a role in her story again, especially if the restructuring of other characters' timelines means that min being in falme would make it difficult for her to make it to her much-more-important tower storyline in s3.

what does this mean for polycule development? again, not much. it would be a small bummer to lose the chance of min and aviendha meeting before either gets involved with rand, but that's not a big deal because i'm still confident the show will make much more of an effort to develop their relationship in later seasons than the books did. i do worry that we might lose out on some TGH min-elayne bonding (more because of min's potential cairhien trip than her potential falme absence), but as long as they have some hangout time in an early episode(s) of s2 and get to spend more time together later on than they do in the books, that's okay.

min would lose the TGH confrontation with lanfear over rand, but a) she would instead get more bonding time with an Actually Conscious rand during their cairhien episode, and that would be much more meaningful & believable relationship development than her telling lanfear she's got a claim on this rando she talked to one time, and b) i really am frothing at the mouth for that confrontation to go to egwene instead, with lanfear taunting her for choosing the tower over rand and that turning into a sort of "we may not be right for each other as romantic partners but i'll always love him in one way or another, so fuck off, lanfear" moment of closure for egwene like rand got in 1x08. and i for one would much prefer a natural, gradual relationship development for the polycule over the show broadcasting "Rand Is Fated To Have 3 Girlfriends, And Here's Who They Are" before anyone's remotely close to getting together, like the books did, and it would be all too easy for that broadcasting to happen if all 4 of them crossed paths at falme and if min had the confrontation with lanfear.