#they get the same reaction out of me that bacon hairs do

[eebie]

dude on funny apocalypse game yesterday thought i was a 10 year old boy until he overheard me talking to my roommate and was like WAIT HOW OLD ARE YOU ???

[harrysloveboat]

John B’s Girl | JJ Maybank Fic

Summary: JJ Maybank was absolutely screwed. So detrimentally screwed. John B was going to actually end him. The blonde haired surfer had a thing for his best friend’s girl, (Y/N) Cameron. And when JJ notices something he shouldn’t, all bets are off.

Word Count: 6.8K, (18+, Minors DNI, Mature Audience)

Warnings: Smut, rough sex, choking, semi-public sex, cheating, dirty talking, thigh riding, car sex, mention of toys, alcohol, p in v, unprotected sex, oral sex (fem receiving), degrading, Dark!JJ, JJxReader, John BxReader, Cameron!Reader, sprinkles of fluff included, I think I might’ve made Dark!John B too by accident, etc.

Please read warnings before continuing. Really tempted to make a second part if anyone wants it! The ending kinda makes me think a second part is just necessary. Mostly unedited.

Constructive criticism and requests open on my page. I write about Harry, 5SOS, Outer Banks, and TSITP! Thank you x

It’s been an entire week of watching (Y/N) Cameron unraveling before JJ’s blue eyes.

JJ has no idea how the girl got herself into this predicament, and he certainly doesn’t understand how he’s been the only one out of his friends to notice what’s been going on between John B and his girlfriend.

Actually he does understand why, but he refuses to admit it. How could he ever come clean about the way his body ached when she was near? Or how his heart thumped out of his chest when she would accidentally brush her bare skin against his during hot summer days on the H.M.S. Pogue. Even the tender way she’d brush loose strands of blonde hair from his forehead in passing would send shocks of electricity to every corner of his body.

But this annoyingly long week was painfully different from the rest.

(Y/N) had done something on Monday.

JJ wasn’t sure what, but he knew something she had done had sent John B off the deep end. Because for the whole day, John B wouldn’t spare a kind glance her way. No matter how many times she’d initiate a conversation, nudge his arm, intertwine their hands, or even sit on his lap, John B was an absolute rock. His responses were short and curt and his eyes would focus on anything but her.

The next day is when John B really enacted his revenge.

(Y/N) was doing everything she could to get back into his good graces. That morning, she woke up early to stop at the grocery store. Buying so many things that JB’s fridge was fully stocked when she returned.

Breakfast was her first attempt. There was bacon crisping in the oven, sending a mouthwatering aroma to every Pogue in The Chateau. She was scrambling eggs on the stovetop for everyone, with a smaller pan on the side that contained eggs with cheese. By the time the toast was popping out of the toaster oven, everyone had come alive with growling stomachs.

JJ and Pope had dug right in, surprised but also very wonderfully pleased by the first home cooked meal they’d had in a while. Kie had given her a big hug first, requesting that (Y/N) wake her up next time to lend her a hand. But even as John B was served his favorite eggs with cheese for just him, he gave them the tiniest nibble, before pushing his plate away.

“Not hungry,” he shrugged moving on to a refreshing morning shower instead with even as much as a sympathetic glance back.

Kie and Pope were lost in conversation, but JJ had been a witness to it all. More than anything, he noticed the way her entire demeanor deflated as John B stalked off. The excited glint in her eyes was extinguished in haste. The crinkles at the corner of her eyes vanished alongside her smile. His heart squeezed at the sight. JJ had wanted nothing more than to scoop her up in his arms and pepper her with millions of soft, thankful kisses. Nothing she could’ve done would’ve been enough for JJ to evoke the same reaction out of her if she was his.

That afternoon, however, is when things took a completely opposite direction.

Energized by their hearty breakfast, they all decided it was a perfect sunny day to do some fishing and swimming. Kie and Pope had canonballed into the clear blue water when it happened. JJ was grabbing a beer from the cooler as (Y/N) sat next to John B who was laying on a towel, perched at the front of the boat.

She had leaned down to speak something privately into his ear. Except he shook his head, face devoid of any emotion. “You’ve been a bad girl (Y/N). You don’t deserve any attention,” his hushed dismissal was the only thing JJ managed to catch. The pout on her plump lips and furrowed eyebrows told JJ everything he needed to know. The gears clicked together in his head almost too quickly.

(Y/N), out of all people, had a praise kink that John B was currently exploiting.

The realization went straight to his crotch, his swimming trunks horribly constricting for the entire day. It made so much sense. She aimed to please, getting so excited when someone was happy with something she did. He honestly felt foolish for not catching on sooner. If someone asked JJ if he jacked off to her sweet voice begging him to destroy her in his imagination, he would immediately deny it.

By Wednesday, JJ was hooked.

There was no conversation that could capture his focus for long. Every moment of his time was devoted to her. The urges JJ had to rush to her and be her new source of comfort were becoming overwhelming but so was the need to bend her over any flat surface. He was on the verge of being diagnosed as bipolar with the amount of times his mood would swing. Every disheartened expression or bite of a lip had JJ physically twitching to remedy her frustration. But anytime she’d sit on John B’s lap and search for forgiveness with gentle touches and suggestive whispers, JJ would have to excuse himself to hide the new semi he was sporting.

(Y/N) and John B cuddled together during a movie night on Thursday evening. JJ thought for a split second that (Y/N) had finally wormed her way through John B’s walls. It didn’t even make sense to him how his best friend had managed to hold out for so long when she was completely irresistible. A little part of him was curious to know what she had done that originally started this. What had angered JB enough to drag this punishment out? By the relaxed tone throughout the movie, he figured he’d never get the answer to that question. At least he’d be able to go back to regular conversations instead of consistently excusing himself to the restroom.

But of course, JJ never seems to catch a break.

Kie had disappeared from the living room at some point to sleep in the guest bedroom. Choosing a comfortable bed over morning neck pain. Pope was on the couch, mouth drooling onto the cushion that was propped under his head. JJ had been basically forced into the sleeping bag on the floor with one measly pillow. Aside from the discomfort of the wooden floor, he had managed to fall into a deep sleep. There was a sudden noise lulling him awake.

Soft, harsh pants stirred him from his dreams.

The movie was still playing on the screen, but the volume had been turned down to leave background noise. Even with the quiet chatter, JJ heard the distinct, “please John B,” that fell from (Y/N)‘s lips followed by an angry scoff. His blue eyes peeked open, just the slightest bit, only to feel like he could pass out from what was occurring on the single seat next to the couch.

(Y/N) was sitting on John B’s thigh, hips grinding down at a rapid pace to chase her end. All the while JB was focused on the screen not paying any mind to the horny girl riding him. JJ could see the wet stains on her cheeks, beads of sweat falling down her forehead. She was moving with urgency, obviously close to her orgasm.

“Can’t believe you have the audacity to beg me to touch you after what you did,” John B muttered furiously in response to her. The only crack in his hard interior that let JJ know he was affected by (Y/N)’s actions was the tight grip at her hip. His other hand was lazily holding the remote on the beige armrest to exaggerate his disinterest. “I’m sorry- I’m so sorry,” she pleaded as her hips faltered. The closer she got to her end, the haze in her mind would betray her. Slowing her movements just as she was on the verge of falling into the abyss and traitorously bringing her back.

He snicked at her, feeling her feeble attempts to get herself off on his thigh. She had wet through her panties hours ago, drenching John B’s thigh and the inner corners of hers. Her apologies were falling on deaf ears. “I’m not helping you. You’re lucky I’m even letting you cum when you’ve been such a bad girl. Sluts like you don’t deserve it.” His filthy words were what did it. Instead of being put off by them, the quickening of her pace and quiet whine that escaped her lips let JJ know that she enjoyed being degraded.

(Y/N)’s movement came to a sharp halt, thighs squeezing around John B as her orgasm washed over her in waves. Her entire body tensed up, face twisting in pleasure. Underneath the over-sized t-shirt her shoulders shook slightly. For the sake of not being caught by the others, it took all her strength to keep the noises at bay while threatening to spill over at any given moment. JJ thinks he might be the one to beg to hear those sounds next. She collapsed against him, scratching at his chest with a small cry when he grinded up against her overstimulated pussy.

JJ didn’t sleep for the rest of the night.

He found himself in the shower again hours later, fisting his cock repeatedly until he was cumming harder than he ever thought he could.

Friday night was finally the last nail hammered into his coffin.

The party was booming, every Kook, Pogue, and Touron joining together for an epic get together at the Boneyard. Alcohol was influencing the rager, people dancing around the bonfire with high spirits. They had all ridden in the Twinkie together but gradually dispersed throughout the night. Pope was trying, and failing, to flirt with a brown-haired Touron who was too drunk to understand. She was cute but clueless. Kie was dancing in the crowd with John B, enjoying the music and winding down from an eventful day at The Wreck. She was oblivious to the fact that the nonchalant guy in front of her wasn’t paying a lick of attention.

JJ was leaning against a palm tree, crushing a can of beer in his hand. He had been in a fowl mood all day, snapping at everyone over the smallest of inconveniences. He couldn’t help it, nothing he had done was able to satisfy his persistent hard-on. Any time (Y/N) was within his eyesight, even momentarily, all the blood would rush down between his legs. Every hair flip made JJ want to grab it into a ponytail and tug hard. Inches of exposed skin silently requesting to be marked by his teeth. JJ was so sexually frustrated that he was honestly considering taking some girl home tonight.

The idea was tempting as his blue irises raked through the crowd. There were some good options available. Sophie, his old friends with benefits, had been eyeing him all night. A red haired girl had flirted with him when he retrieved his second beer. Shit there was even a drunk Kook that had been throwing herself at him if push came to shove. Still, none of them were what he actually craved deep in his bones. Subconsciously, JJ found the girl he had been really after.

(Y/N) was seated on a log in front of the fire wearing a white flowy dress that ended at the middle of her thighs. It had two straps at the top that tied behind her neck. She was free of make-up, her natural features mesmerizing JJ even from a distance. Her silky hair was blowing past her shoulders in the soft night breeze.

The fire lit up her face with hues of red and orange. Her head was tilted up slightly, eyes sealed shut. She seemed distracted, mind far away from the craziness surrounding her. JJ’s head shifted to the side in curiosity as he noted the odd behavior. He watched as (Y/N) pulled her bottom lip between her teeth, biting down harshly. Her hands had a death-like grip on the wood below her. Something was clearly wrong.

A surge of worry passed by JJ, wondering if the girl was okay. This week had been rougher on her than any of the other Pogues knew. He was the only one besides John B that was aware of the inner turmoil she was experiencing. This meant, Kie, (Y/N)’s best friend and confidante wasn’t clued into this secret that JJ had unintentionally stumbled upon. There was no way she could know the girl needed somebody. Deciding that he needed to take it upon himself to check up on her, JJ’s legs moved before his brain did.

He took a couple of strides in her direction with no decipherable sentence coming to mind. JJ had to think a little more instead of acting on a whim. He found comfort for his nerves in the red hat being snugly placed on his hair backwards before finally sitting down next to her. “Hey, you okay?” JJ’s tone held more compassion than usual, opting to rip off the band aid. Their normal playful banter was replaced by genuine emotion that JJ was struggling to contain.

(Y/N) didn’t even notice him sit until his voice was bringing her back from the pleasure she was floating off into. Her eyes were dark, filled with lust as they landed on JJ’s. Now that he was actually sitting next to her, able to properly focus and analyze her behavior, the color drained from his face as he became all too aware. Her thighs were pressed together tightly, nails digging into the wood. (Y/N) was breathing heavily, vibrations from the plug John B had inserted before leaving The Chateau were teasing her. Her boyfriend held the remote to the stupid thing and he had been turning it off and on all night. Sometimes she’d be in a casual conversation and have to excuse herself because he’d purposefully turn on the highest setting. Even making her spill a little bit of beer down her chin in front of Kie.

By now, (Y/N) was desperate. She was squirming in her seat, holding back the pornographic moans this device had taken her to. After withholding sex from her the entire week and choosing to insert this new toy he had purposefully disappeared earlier to buy, she was like a rabid animal. The intensity of repeatedly being brought to the brink and then cut off had broken any sense of normalcy she had managed to maintain. The fiery passion in her eyes was undeniable. “I-I’m okay- yeah,” (Y/N) practically squeaked out, one hand moving to crumble the hem of her dress in a fist.

John B was insatiable from where he stood. Although he was well aware of the state he had led his girlfriend into, just the sight of JJ sitting next to her set him off. His hand reached into his jean pocket, clasping the cheap plastic and turning on the max speed with several clicks to the plus sign on the right. It was stupid and idiotic, but the jealousy that flared didn’t let him act clearly.

(Y/N) tried to contain a gasp as her body jumped slightly at the sudden change. She knew exactly what John B was doing. He was marking his territory in front of JJ, who by the look in his face obviously knew what was going on. Without an inkling about how JJ felt, John B was still going out of his way to prove (Y/N) was his. Making her cum inches away from his best friend.

JJ knew it. Saw her eyes roll to the back, her mouth drop open and nose scrunch up. The pleasure overcame her body. The orgasm ripped through her body after being edged for so long. Her toes curled as John B forced her to ride out her high in front of him with no mercy. She was unable to hide the twitch of her thighs. Tears from the pleasure mixed in with embarrassment. JJ was frozen, rock solid in his cargo shorts. His face gave nothing away except his acknowledgment of the situation. The words to describe the hunger he felt had yet to be invented. At the same time his outrage at John B’s intentional deed simmered over.

The tension in the air was palpable with deafening silence consuming them. There was no ounce of awkwardness with the way both of them were stuck in their heads. She swallowed hard, looking away as her bottom lip trembled. Seeing as John B had no intentions of turning it off, only lowering the setting, she chose to retreat. There was no explanation that could hide or sugarcoat the truth. (Y/N) got up muttering an unintelligible excuse before she was disappearing behind the fire with a walk of shame.

JJ’s entire body was hot with adrenaline and need. A primal need to fuck the girl into oblivion was no longer in his control. The pure desire radiating off her body had pushed JJ past the boundary of respect. John B smirking victoriously towards Kie did nothing to aid JJ, only encouraged him to follow in the path that (Y/N) had headed towards.

She had found safety next to the Twinkie, crying freely into the crease of her elbow against the window. The vibrator was still going, overstimulating her yet she knew better than to take it out without being told to. John B had gone too far, giving in to the green eyed monster that veered his head. Her body was almost clinging to the van at this point when calloused fingers ran up the back of her thigh.

The warm touch alerted her to the presence of somebody behind her. (Y/N)’s back arched slightly on instinct, finally getting what she was craving. She felt so depraved, so starved. Just a simple graze had goosebumps spreading like wildfire. “John B- please- I-I can’t anymore. Take it out,” she cried pathetically, begging for some form of release.

JJ groaned at the tone of her voice, so ready and desperate. It was taking all his willpower to not bend her over right now and ram himself inside of her. Without speaking, his hand continued to travel up her thigh painfully slow. In her daze she missed the hesitancy in the touch that would’ve been hasty and quick had it been John B. His eyes were trained on the dress that was hiking up, exposing a delicious set of red lace panties. Precum stained his boxers just from the sight. JJ grabbed a handful of her ass cheek tightly, reveling in the way she pushed her ass out to him and whined.

“I’m gonna warn you right now (Y/N). If I’m the one that takes it out, I’m going to fuck you so hard that you’re going to forget what his name is,” JJ growled into her ear, hot breath washing over her hypersensitive skin. (Y/N) recognized the voice immediately, feeling the cold rings that belonged to this particular Pogue cooling her ass through the pain of the grip. Her forehead fell onto the window, a pitiful whimper responding to JJ’s offer. It was wrong, so so wrong. But the bulge pressing into her ass had her eyes fluttering shut.

JJ’s logic had quite literally left planet Earth. The only thing on his mind was her. The fear of rejection wasn’t even present. His hand confidently found a home in the curve of her hip, squeezing it tightly as he ground his cock into her ass pushing her further against the van. They both moaned, any hesitation fully dissipating with the wind.

“Take it out- take it out JJ,” she gasped, his name sounding like heaven as it fell from her lips. His new mission was to hear her scream it. JJ moved with newfound purpose, flipping her over harshly before he crouched down. “Hold your dress up and spread your legs,” the dominant tone of JJ’s voice sent a new rush of slickness down her thighs.

This was JJ, her boyfriends best friend, pulling down her panties in one swift move and licking his lips ready to devour her. “JJ please,” she was so vocal, feeding into his own filthy nature. What really almost made him cum in his black boxers was the sight before him. Her pussy was glistening, wrapped tightly around the softly buzzing vibrator. Her clit was swollen, puckering and aching. He licked his lips, imprinting this image in his brain.

JJ grabbed onto the end of it, teasingly pulling it out of her and back in which earned him a breathless moan. Her hips pushed down against it automatically, chasing the feeling. “You’ve been such a good girl all night, taking it so well,” JJ’s words had her free hand gripping the handle to the door. Without even letting her process it, his fingers were replacing the vibrator which found solace in JJ’s back pocket.

He shoved two fingers in deep, coating them with her previous orgasm in a matter of seconds. JJ nudged every corner, hitting every spot reachable in this position. He moved with skill, determination clear in the way his lips wrapped around her nub and sucked. (Y/N)’s breath was knocked out of her lungs at the sensation. Her jaw slacks from the pleasure as the spark at the pit of her belly grows into an untamable fire. JJ moved like a man who needed this to survive. He flattened his tongue against her clit, the tip poking into the entrance where his fingers were sliding in and out with ease. Finally tasting her sweetness forced a moan to ripple through him and into her.

(Y/N)’s head fell back against the window hard enough to hurt and yet she didn’t feel it at all. All her senses were hyper focused on the man between her legs. Each flicker of his tongue would make her knees go out. She would’ve been on the ground already had it not been for JJ’s hand digging into her thigh to keep her up as well as open. A particular curve of his finger had a high pitched noise tumbling out. JJ didn’t miss a beat, continuing with a new rhythm as he memorized what made her walls clench around him.

“I-I’m gonna- JJ, fuck,” she couldn’t even finish her sentence but he knew exactly what she was going to say. Everything became blurry, her chest heaving from the change in his movements. The muscles in her thighs tense, attempting to close subconsciously but JJ refuses to let them. His fingers dig into her thigh so hard they’ll be bruises in the shape of his hand tomorrow. Her climax was rapidly approaching, knot tightening in her abdomen.

His tongue circled her relentlessly. Everything wrong with what they were doing secretly inflamed her heat. (Y/N)’s mind went hazy from the increasing thrusts of his fingers. The pleasure exploding inside of her in a gut twisting way. JJ watched her face twist from the blissful waves causing her eyes to close. The intensity made her mind go blank as a string of curses were spoken. He forced her to ride out her high by lapping up everything that landed on his tongue. He savored the taste, unforgivingly continuing until her body was shaking from the stimulation.

(Y/N) didn’t even get a break. She was unable to catch a breath with JJ’s merciless assault. Her hand moved from the door to his head, pushing the cap off in favor of grabbing his blonde hair. He finally eased up when he was satisfied, pulling his mouth away and not hesitating to lick his lips. “Taste so fucking good princess,” JJ breathed out while his fingers gradually came to a stop. She squeezed his hair, a whimper coming out. It was hard to believe this was JJ Maybank below her, eyes gleaming after eating her out alive.

He stood up, moving the hand that had left imprints to fist her loose hair and tilt her head up. “Suck it off my fingers,” he demanded. The authoritative tone left her with no option but to open her mouth. Her tongue slipped between the two fingers sucking them clean without breaking eye contact. JJ’s already darkening eyes were pitch black now, hints of blue disappearing at her eagerness.

“You like that don’t you? Sucking your cum off my fingers. Wonder how your little boyfriend would feel if he saw you right now,” JJ taunted her. Tears brimmed the edges of her eyes but her thighs moved to shut. JJ’s knee shot out before they could, grinding up against her overly sensitive mound. He was rewarded with a delicious moan that reminded him of his leaking member that was still trapped. “Say it princess. Whose gonna fuck you and make you cum a second time in a row?” The fingers that were in her mouth moved to wrap around her throat. He gave her the freedom to speak, his forehead dangerously close to hers. Their lips could meet if she moved just a little closer. The curiosity to find out what kissing him would feel like distracted her. The soft squeeze at her throat broke her out of the trance, reminding her to respond.

(Y/N) nodded for no reason, hips pushing down against JJ’s thigh to show how much she still wanted him. “You JJ. You’re gonna fuck me and make me cum again. Please- want it so bad, want your cock inside of me,” the neediness in her tone sent JJ into a frenzy. No imagination could come close to the real thing. His neck shot forward, their lips molding together in a passionate kiss. They moved in sync while JJ’s hand slid down, pulling at the strings of her dress to undo the knot in a swift move. His hand skimmed further down, kneading and squeezing every inch of her skin from her curves to her ass.

She was mewling in his mouth, every caress weakening her. It was hard to feel guilty with the way the rough pads of his fingers ran across her scorching hot skin. Her hands moved to unbutton his shorts falling prey to her desires. “Need it J,” the sincerity is what snapped him back into action.

JJ untangled their bodies to open the Twinkie, taking her hand so that she was standing in front of him and could go in first. Without saying it, he placed his palm at the center of her back. A soft push let her know to get onto all fours on the soft fabric of the seats. The van door slammed shut behind them before he was shoving his clothes off with urgency. A thought lit up like a light bulb inside his head as he finished undressing.

“If you want me to give you what needy sluts like you deserve, you need to answer my question,” JJ stated seriously as his hands tucked under the top of her dress. Now with the strap off, he was able to peel off the dress from top to bottom. The panties that had only been able to reach her mid thigh before JJ lost it, slipped off alongside the dress. Confusion settled into (Y/N)’s expression. Her right cheek was pressed into the seat, only getting a small glimpse of JJ’s face. “I’ll answer anything JJ please,” the apprehension as to what the question could be was drowned out by the throbbing between her legs. The anticipation was eating her alive and he was on an unholy plight to push every single one of her buttons.

JJ smirked devilishly while leaning down to press his bare chest against her back. His cock was standing up, solid from days of built up tension. He slid between her wet folds, earning moans from the both of them. “What did you do that made John B so mad?” He whispered into her ear before resting his forehead on the back of her head. His lips ghosted over the skin at the nape of her neck sending chills down her spine. It took a moment for her to put together what he was saying. The realization dawned on her face, unable to admit what he wanted to hear. JJ’s suspicion grew with the way her breathing stuttered.

“Doesn’t matter J, just fuck me,” she attempted to sway him away from the topic but being told to ignore it only made him more persistent. “Ah, ah,” he tsked in a disapproving tone. JJ moved his hips to continue teasing her, gradually sliding between her lips and get himself wet with all her juices. He’d move so far down that his tip would just barely nudge against her hole and then proceed to slide back. His hands disappeared around (Y/N)’s sides, grabbing hold of her breasts and massaging them roughly. His fingertips found her already hardened nipples, tugging and pulling to get his point across. “You want me to fuck your tight cunt? You’re gonna have to tell me sweet girl. Because I’ll walk away right now.”

(Y/N) whined in frustration. JJ’s attempts to make her comply worked all to well. Her heart was racing with impatience and every nerve ending was shot. She could feel just how long and big he was. It made her tighten pathetically around nothing. She wanted to cry to express the distress she was feeling. His hands played at her nipples, fogging her mind up even further. A high pitched noise waved the white flag as she gave in to his attack. The risk of JJ leaving right now outweighed the shitstorm that inevitably followed the truth. “I flirted with you Sunday night.”

JJ paused, his hope flourishing into fact. What JJ had deemed a concocted idea was in fact more than just a sexually fueled imagination.

(Y/N) walked into the kitchen, hair wet from a recent shower. Despite an exhausting day surfing at the beach, she still managed to walk with a bounce in her step and a smile on her lips. Her attitude was always contagious and distracting. “Hey J, not coming out for the movie?” she questioned, digging into the freezer. All the Pogues were camped out in the living room to watch a new movie while JJ was perched on the counter top with a beer in hand.

He ran his fingers through his hair, watching as she pulled out the last chocolate fudge bar which halted his answer. His eyebrow raised as she whirled around to him. She removed the plastic casing with no rush in the world, before wrapping her plump lips around the bar. JJ’s blue eyes trailed downwards, captivated by the way she bobbed her head up and down in such a suggestive way. Her question was long forgotten with a lick of his dry lips.

“That’s my bar,” JJ stated avoiding a comment on the affect her actions were having on him. He was also technically correct. Nobody else ate the fudge bars except for him. Although, he had been noticing that he was reaching the end of the box quicker than normal. Apparently he discovered the culprit. It was hard to actually take it seriously though, not when he could swear there was a mischievous glint in her eyes. Like she purposefully put on a show for him.

(Y/N) simply tilted her head to side biting her bottom lip. “And what are you going to do about it?” The question was innocent. Yet it sounded so risqué. Like she was tempting him to take it further than that. His muscles twitched to grab her right there. But John B clearing his throat from the kitchen entrance snapped JJ out of whatever that was.

He was too consumed by her lips, her doe eyes, the way her cheeks hollowed around the bar, all of it. JJ had barely noticed John B in that moment. The thought that he might’ve heard or seen anything didn’t even cross JJ’s mind. He just quickly got up and rushed past them to the living room. He had written the whole thing off. It was easier to convince himself that he had probably imagined the whole thing rather than feeding into a delusion where she had actually teased him.

JJ had been so right though. He had read her cues perfectly. Not only had she been flirting with him, but it was also the reason that John B was infuriated. The more he dwelled on the thought, the more his heart thumped louder. They all joked and flirted amongst themselves, John B did with Kie. It was all harmless. So John B getting mad at this moment meant he felt threatened by JJ. Like (Y/N) had given him a reason to worry.

The admission made something snap inside of JJ. A flood of emotions surged forward as the dam he had built to contain them collapsed under the strength of her honesty. He quickly removed his hands from her body to lift himself up. As promised, JJ lined himself up with her slick entrance. Any desire to see her down on her knees would have to be put on hold for next time. There was no way he could put this off any longer. He took just a second to nudge his tip passed the barrier and back to hear the starved whimper that she was unable to hold in. Finding sick pleasure in her shameless need for him. “Please JJ.” Without warning, right after she spoke, he slammed his hips forward. He forget everything except the feeling of being enveloped by velvety tight walls. A loud moan mixed in with a deep groan could be heard from outside the van. He reached deep into her like this, taking her breath away.

The grip around his cock could make him pass out. He muttered an inaudible cuss word, not giving her a second to adjust. JJ pulled out to the tip before shoving himself back inside her and repeating the motion until it grew into a consistent pace. (Y/N) was a broken record of moans and pleas. With every thrust her hips would rut back into him. The anticipation had been replaced with numbing pleasure. Her eyes couldn’t focus on a single thing, completely overwhelmed. His fingers tangled into her hair, shoving her further into the seat.

JJ used the new support to deepen and harden his pace. His hips were jolting into her and sending her forward each time. JJ was failing to hold back, milking every noise out of her sweet lips. The vibrator that was still in the pocket of his shorts that were now located on the floor began to vibrate loudly. JJ smirked viciously, digging into her hip for assistance to ram into her, admiring the way her swollen pussy swallowed his cock in between them. “Do you hear that? John B’s turning up the vibrator while you’re getting stuffed with his best friends cock,” JJ coed before his breath hitched at the tight squeeze his words evoked.

It shouldn’t have turned her on the way it did but she couldn’t help it. Her body reacted before she could. His lewd words reached kinks (Y/N) didn’t even know existed within her. She cried out as his balls slapped against her clit, shooting pangs of intense pleasure up her body. Her legs would be giving out soon, she wouldn’t be able to keep this up. Feeling (Y/N)’s end approaching, JJ fisted her hair and pulled her up against his chest with ease. “Who owns your pretty pussy now (Y/N)?” he panted, his hot breath fanning over the back of her neck at the new proximity.

(Y/N) moaned out loudly as he pounded back into her in this new position. He broke her train of thought before she even had a chance to think of a reply. The hand at her hip smoothed upward, pausing to grope her boob roughly. Her back arched in response with a sharp gasp before he finally landed on her throat. JJ squeezed, digging his fingers into her pressure point and loosening it to remind her to speak. “You JJ. JJ Maybank owns me and my pussy,” (Y/N) yelped hand moving to grip onto the seat while the other reached back into JJ’s blonde locks. JJ growled, increasing his pace when she jumped forward at a certain shift in angle.

Her eyes were glazing over as the fingers at her neck tightened. Their bodies molded together in a matching rhythm. Her hips jutted down to meet every single one of his upward strokes. JJ was using the grip on her neck to lift and slam her back into him. The filthy sounds of their bodies smacking together was the only thing heard in the foggy van. “So fucking tight,” JJ mutters, lips moving to suck a hickey into the back of her neck. Now that he had discovered how close she was with the way her body quivered in his grasp, he wrecked his way inside of her.

Knowing it was a bad idea, (Y/N)‘s head had still tilted to allow him room to mark her. She was a mess of endless mewls and echoed moans, too dazed by the way he was manhandling her. Her end was quickly building, eyes rolling as she fell back onto the curve of his shoulder. His hand left her hair to explore down the middle of her chest. He trailed a finger down her stomach before finally reaching the top of her pussy. His hand cupped her, fingers wrapping around her opening that was still engulfed by his twitching cock. He palmed at her clit, eliciting a loud cry from (Y/N).

“Beg me to make you cum like he can’t,” JJ slowed his hand to show he’d stop in a scarily calm way, making tears spill over from how hopeless she felt. At this point (Y/N) needed the sweet relief as much she needed oxygen in her lungs. “You already made me cum harder than he ever has-,” her breath caught as he dug his palm into her swollen clit at the confession, “I’m all yours JJ- please make me cum.” That was all he needed to apply just enough pressure to leave (Y/N) sputtering. Her eyes went black as the ferocity of her orgasm left her seeing stars. Her entire body writhed from the intensity. JJ groaned at the way her walls tightened around him. She was drifting into clouds of bliss while riding out her high.

It all encouraged him further to his own end. He removed his hand from her beyond sensitive clit to lay her down fully onto her stomach. JJ’s back stayed pressed against her, not slipping out in the slightest bit. With the new position, her walls clamped down on him. He couldn’t refrain from snapping his hips up to bring the unrelenting speed back to life. This time he was chasing his own end, using her warm hole to get himself off. (Y/N) was incoherent under him, utterly fucked out. “That’s it take it,” his hips lost rhythm, “take all my cum,” jerking upwards desperately. He moaned loudly into her ear, thick ropes of his cum painting her insides.

She shuddered feeling him stop as deep as he could go, his cock throbbing with every drop her clenching pussy squeezed out. They were both panting, the temperature in the van was absurdly high. His sweaty body gave out, hiding her naked one under his. She found the weight of it comforting in her post orgasmic fog. It took her a few minutes to properly come back. JJ had leaned up now, pressing electrifying open-mouthed kisses against the dips of her upper back. His hips shifted a little, earning a broken moan from the girl below him.

When he began to move, she leaned back, not wanting to end the fantasy bubble they had created. JJ shushed her with a small smack to her ass that made her jump. Both of them groaned at the sudden movement and he gripped the redden skin where his hand had just spanked. His other hand had vanished under the seat, reaching for vibrator that was still going off wildly. Her pussy spasmed in fear of the vibration inside of her again after the fucking he had just put her through. “Fuck Princess,” JJ hissed almost pinching her ass from the sensitivity.

The one act of kindness JJ had showed (Y/N), was flicking the manual switch to off on the device.

His fingers looped around the end of it, sitting up carefully.

Her ears perked up as the vibrating came to a stop. “JJ what are you doing?” (Y/N)’s shaky, fucked out voice rang through the silence. JJ felt no need to respond pulling out in one swift go. The feeling of emptiness didn’t settle because he was pumping the vibrator back into her, refusing to let any of the evidence vanish. Her muscles tightened, enduring the continued stimulation with a small puff.

“As much as I want to watch my cum drip out of your wrecked cunt..,” JJ’s voice drifted off as his blue irises dropped to the round curve of her ass. He was mesmerized by her worn out body. The marks he had left were giving in to his ego. His hand tenderly rubbed the skin down her back and squeezed at her butt. He’ll never get enough of the feeling.

“You’re gonna keep this vibrator in until John B undresses you at The Chateau. He’s gonna think he’s won, having made you cum in front of me, out of my reach. Then he’s gonna spread your bruised thighs. Shit he’ll even wonder why the vibrator could possibly be turned off. Then when he pulls it out, all of my cum is gonna drip out of his girls pussy for him.”

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[callme-holly]

hiii! can you do either 47 (touching their elbow to get their attention) or 22 (falling asleep on the other’s shoulder) with Darry please! :D

𝐋𝐞𝐭 𝐌𝐞 𝐇𝐞𝐥𝐩 [𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐞𝐥 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐭𝐢𝐬 𝐱 𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐞𝐫]

𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫'𝐬 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐞 - it's been so long since i've written sorry y'all. school has been crazy busy and i saw grease two days in a row so i've had literally no time to write. I'm still trying to get through requests.

𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝 𝐜𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐭 - 791 words

𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠𝐬 - none

Sunlight streams in through the open kitchen window, bathing the tile in a soft golden hue and casting long shadows across the floor. The radio plays quietly in the background, whatever station is being broadcast lost to the loud thrum of chatter filling the Curtis home, voices blending together to create an indistinct buzz of noise. 

Darry stands at the stove, his back turned to you as he cooks up breakfast for everyone, bacon sizzling on the pan, the smell permeating the room, bringing with it the sweet scent of freshly brewed coffee. His hair is still slightly damp from the shower he’d taken a little while earlier, and even through the fabric of his shirt, you can see just how tense his shoulders are. 

You don’t have to ask to know that he’s stressed, the way his jaw clenches a tell-tale sign in itself, as well as the way his brow creases everyime someone laughs or shouts a little louder than he’d like for 8 in the morning.

He hasn’t been sleeping well lately, which probably has something to do with the steadily increasing stack of bills on the coffee table and the fact he doesn’t slip into bed beside you until late at night, once the boys are both asleep and the house has been tidied the best he can manage in his sleep deprived state. 

You’re yet to mention it, knowing full well that he’ll give you the same answer he always does; a quick “i’m fine, darlin’, stop worrying so much” before returning to whatever chore it is he happens to be working on. You'd be lying if you said you weren't worried about him. 

A soft sigh slips past your lips, heard only by you as the song on the radio fades into another commercial break. It's one of those stations, you note with a sense of exasperation, that seems to play more advertisements than music. 

Someone lets out a particularly loud laugh from the living room and Darry’s entire body stiffens momentarily at their volume. He exhales heavily through his nose, turning off the heat under the frying pan and taking a moment to lean against the counter top, eyes squeezed shut in an attempt to drown out the sound. 

Your heart twinges in your chest, sympathy washing over you at the sight, and you reach out a tentative hand, brushing against his forearm with a featherlight touch, hoping to catch his attention. 

“You okay?” You ask softly, voice barely above a murmur despite the volume of the house around you. Darry glances back towards you briefly, a small smile crossing his lips at the sight of your concerned expression, before he turns back to face the food on the stove.

“I'm fine,” He replies shortly, pulling away from you and moving to gather up enough plates for the group of boys in the living room. “Just tired.” 

But, you don't believe him. Not for one second. It isn't just the exhaustion that keeps him tense, but something else entirely. And as he sets down the last plate on the table and goes to call everyone in to eat, you find yourself moving to stand in front of him, taking his face in your hands and forcing him to look down at you.

His blue eyes meet yours, unseeing in their focus as he struggles to keep the unbothered façade up. But you’re no stranger to that sort of reaction from him—you’ve seen that same look many times in the last few weeks, though it never lasts. 

“Let me worry about the bills this month.” Your words come out more sternly than you intended them to, but they seem to get through to Darry all the same. His shoulders slump in defeat, and he shakes his head quickly. 

“No. I can take care of it myself. You don’t need to–”

“But I want to,” You reply sharply, cutting him off before he can make any further protest. “I want to help you, Darry. Please?"  He opens his mouth to speak again, before hesitating , seemingly torn between arguing with you over his financial burden and trusting in your ability to handle such a responsibility. Eventually, his face settles into something resembling resignation. 

“Okay,” He mutters, giving in after only a brief bout of silent deliberation. "alright... just this once." 

Your smile grows wider, and you press a light kiss to his lips. you know he probably isn't thrilled at the idea of relying on you in this situation. he never likes relying on others  for anything, let alone this kind of thing, but you're not going anywhere anytime soon and he knows you'll probably help him regardless of what he says. you're both stubborn like that.

[mirasantidotes]

Dance With Me

Summary: You've known Pedro since you were teenagers, and you two have grown up into adulthood together. He's always liked you, but never said anything to you about it until one day, he wakes up on the wrong side of the bed and finally confesses to you.

Content Warnings: self-doubt, fear of rejection, interrupted make-out sessions, fluff

Word Count: 1.8K

A/N: I think this is going to be the last fic I write about Pedro himself, I don't want to make him uncomfortable if he were to ever read it, so I will only be doing fanfics of his characters, either with them in character or slightly ooc! Also, sorry for any grammar / spelling / or Spanish mistakes I may have missed when proofreading!

All of my posts with an * in the title contains smut or at least mentions of it.

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You met Pedro when you were both teens, and you hit it off instantly. The two of you had met when you and your parents had moved to NYC; you both had so much in common— you listened to the same music, liked the same shows, and both were active in wanting to make it in the arts; you singing, and him acting. You would sing him songs, and he would practice his lines for you. Your friendship blossomed unlike any other you had before. It was apparent to you throughout your friendship he may have liked you, but after some time, he seemed to have moved on, or so you thought— he just became better at hiding it. Even as teens, he would compliment you every day, and say you were beautiful, as you would say to him back. 

He was so afraid of rejection, he’s never said anything to you about his crush, even after all these years. You two have now lived together for 5 years; both of your careers have become successful, he’s been in several big-hit HBO projects, which you knew he grew up on and meant so much to him. You, a successful singer with a Grammy trophy for album of the year sitting on a shelf in your room. 

As you do once per week, you wake up earlier than the sleeping birds outside to cook him some breakfast in bed; he loved your cooking— he always complimented it, and never disliked anything you made, even if he was picky with what he ate. You couldn’t find your earbuds to listen to music, so you opted to just play your playlist on the radio on the lowest volume. Though, once your favorite song came on, you came a little too excited to dance around your kitchen while cooking and had turned it up just a tad too loud for sleeping Pedro’s comfort. 

While you’re lost in your thoughts, cooking a large breakfast for the two of you and swaying around your kitchen, you don’t even hear Pedro walk up behind you until you feel his hands on your hips, spooking you. You yelp in surprise, “What the hell, Pedro!” you raise your voice through soft chuckles, hitting his chest playfully, as he smiles brightly and his rich laugh escaping his lips at your reaction; he was always good at sneaking up behind you when you didn’t realize it, making your bones jump out of your skin. The sun through the window lightly illuminated his bed hair and scruffy beard— his strong nose casting a shadow on his face; you get lost in his features, before clearing your throat and turning back around to continue cooking, with a small smile on your face. 

A few minutes pass, and you’re still cooking, but causing small shenanigans to get back at Pedro; when he isn’t looking, you grab the whipped cream from your fridge, you ask him to look at you, and spray some of it on his nose, letting your laughs escape your mouth, as he starts smiling. He takes his finger and cleans his nose off with it, before shoving it in your face, getting some on your nose too, before he licks the remaining of it off of his finger and cleans the rest off his nose with a paper towel. Laughter fills your early morning home, the sun beaming through your curtains, to cast rainbow lights into your shared apartment, the smell of bacon, pancakes, and the making of scrambled eggs in the pan below you as you’re back at the stove, trying to focus on cooking through Pedro’s nonsensical actions, trying to make you laugh. How he loved that sound more than anything and would do anything to hear it— and he always knew how, no matter what you were going through, he was able to be the light that would shine through your darkest times. 

As he leans on the kitchen counter next to you, watching you cook, arms crossed. He stares at your face, your features causing him to almost fall into a trance. He opens his mouth to speak, “You look beautiful today, querida (darling),” he murmurs, still looking at your face, shifting his focus from your eyes to your nose, and your soft, rosy lips. Your eyes slightly widen at his words— sure, he compliments you often, but he never calls you nicknames like that, so it took you by a slight surprise. 

“Thank you, querido (darling),” you giggled back at him, sneaking a small smile in his direction before returning your gaze to the eggs below you, continuing to cook. You don’t see it until it’s happening, he steps closer to you, and strings some of your hair behind your ear, so he can see your soft features. You glance up at him, once more— his hand laying softly on your jaw. Once more, he scans your face, for any sign of discomfort. His smokey, kind eyes look into yours, then to your nose and lips, and finally back up to your eyes. A light flush of pink creeps up his neck and into his cheeks, as does yours. He steps closer slightly, still worried he’s going too far— but you don’t move back, and he takes it as an initiation to move even closer.

He leans in and rests his forehead on yours, both of your eyes closed, and just before his lips touch yours, a soft “Can I?” escapes his mouth, and you just slowly nod, granting his permission. And with that, he lifts his hand to your cheek, slightly tangled in your hair— he presses his lips against your own. You kiss him back, tasting the bitterness of his coffee from earlier on his lips. He lifts his other hand to hold your neck, pulling you closer to him. Sparks fly all over your body with the way he touches you. 

Though you didn’t want this moment to end, you pull away abruptly when you smell the scent of burning eggs and light smoke filling your lungs. You two start laughing as he quickly opens up a window to let some of the smoke out the window before turning back around swiftly to start chuckling at your panicked face. You turn off the stove, and once you finish throwing out the now unrecognizable eggs into the trash can and airing out as much of the smoke as you can, you press your back against the counter, crossing your arms, looking at Pedro— “So what was that kiss about?” you say gently, looking into his eyes, the corners of your lips upturning slightly at the thought of it. 

“Are you that oblivious?” he asks, smiling at you while stepping forward a few steps in your direction before finally leaning next to you on the countertop, his eyes never leaving the sight of you as he crosses his arms.

“Possibly, or maybe I just want to hear you say it,” you speak softly, the smile growing on your face before you turn toward him. 

He pauses for a moment, before finally speaking— “I like you, I always have,” he replies quietly, as he looks down at your feet, pinching his lips together, his cheeks glistening a sheer pink in embarrassment. You catch him off guard when he’s lost in thought, you step in front of him, and you reach your hand up to his face and cup his cheek— his light stubble prickling you in your hand, your other hand pressing lightly on his broad chest— the heat rushing to your cheeks as you lean in to kiss him once more; his arms uncrossing, and wrapping around your waist, pulling you closer to his body.

Before you realized it, he was turning you both around and lifting your body, and setting you on the counter, still not breaking the kiss. He pulls away soon after however, and looks you in your eyes before lifting his hands to your cheeks— “This okay?” he whispers, scanning your face with his soft eyes, as he lifts his hands back up to cup your cheeks. You nod, and you glance at his lips and back to his eyes, full of love, as always. You wrap your hands around his neck, pulling him closer to you— his body between your legs that dangle off the edge of the counter. 

Just before your lips touch, foreheads resting against each other once more, you whisper sweetly to him, “I like you too, siempre lo hice (I always have),” both yours and Pedro’s lips are lightly brushing against each other as you feel him smile slightly. He runs his hands down your sides and finally lets them rest on your hips. He leans back in and places another soft kiss on your lips— but before too long into your next kissing session, the two of you feel a fluffy feeling separating the two of you from each other, and you both look down simultaneously after breaking the kiss— you see your cat finally awake from his early morning nap, only to cause another disruption between you and Pedro. 

The sight makes the two of you burst into giggles before Pedro rests his head into the crook of your neck before mumbling a gentle “We keep getting interrupted, huh?” into your ear, sending a slight chill up your spine. 

A light chuckle escapes your swollen lips, “Guess so,” you say before tangling one hand in his salt and peppered hair, the other still wrapped around his neck, hugging him closer to you. Though he doesn’t want to, he pulls back from your gasp and picks up your cat— giving him a few kisses before finally setting him down, causing him to run back, presumably to take a nap once more. He looks back up at you, giving you a small smile before walking back between your legs, with his honey-toned eyes full of kindness,  he cups your jaw sweetly, while brushing a few lost strands of your hair behind your ear once more. He kisses your forehead, making you blush for the millionth time today. 

In one swift motion, he picks you back up off the counter and lays one hand on your waist, and the other reaches for the radio to play your favorite playlist, which had ended hours ago. His hands slide down your body, to reach for your hands. He holds your hands gently in his— he starts dancing slowly to the sound of the music, “Dance with me, mi amor (my love),” he grins at you. You chuckle at his not-so-impressive dance moves, before finally giving in and swaying your hips with his, beginning to slow dance. 

The two of you spend the day listening to the sweet sounds of the radio, sharing kisses once and a while, and dancing throughout your apartment, forgetting about the cold food you cooked earlier that morning.

[fangirlingfromdownunder]

A Sweet Mishap - Chapter 10

Pairing - Jensen Ackles x Reader 

A/N: I just want to start by thanking everyone for all the love on this story so far. Here's the next chapter, I hope you enjoy. Let me know if you want to be added to the taglist.

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I wake up to the smell of bacon, croissants, and other wonderfully aromatic delicacies that I just know Nick is preparing for his wife, especially, and that I’ll be lucky enough to benefit from. I take my phone from the nightstand, check the time and do the math I’m well used to doing for my parents; it’s just after 8 o’clock, so I know it’s only seven in Texas. Despite the time, I decide to text both my parents and Jensen anyway. I send a simple ‘Merry Christmas, love you, miss you’ type message to my mom and then for Jensen I get a little more detailed.

Good morning Handsome Honey JMerry Christmas! I hope you had a wonderful night with your family And that you have a fantastic day today.BTW I’m gonna sign the paperwork…

I force myself to hit send, leaving it simple and for him to connect the dots himself. I know he will. I also don’t want to make too big of a deal out of it as we live in different states and lead very different lives. I’m still not convinced we stand a chance, but I’m willing to try. He’s quickly become the first person I think about when I wake up and the last person I think about before I go to sleep, I know I had these same feelings – falling too hard too fast – with the ‘T-Wads’ so this time I’m determined to take it slow. I am thankful for the distance for that, because this time we’ll be forced to take it slow. No moving in together after a few weeks of sleeping together, and then running across the world or country together. I’m already succeeding in that we’ve been talking for over a week already and haven’t slept together. Sure, there’s been a few innuendos, but nothing serious. A buzz from my phone drags me out of my thoughts.

Good morning, Sunshine Merry Christmas! My Christmas is already better knowing that But there is one more thing you could do to make it better…

I’m about to ask what could make it better when a video call pops up. I instantly sit up and stare at myself in the small vanity mirror above the dresser. I run my fingers through my messy bed-hair trying to tame it with little success. Disgusted with my slightly disheveled look, I let the call ring out. 

Too much too fast? Sorry No, I’m still in bed Yeah, sorry Don’t apologise, I promised not to push No expectations I appreciate you signing those papers though

Feeling guilty for not answering, I quickly brush my hair and throw on a hoodie to cover my pajamas. I look back in the mirror hoping it’s better but I’m still not convinced. I sigh. He’s already seen me all disheveled, sweaty and covered in hot chocolate, coffee and cream. I accept that this isn’t as bad, yet still I can’t bring myself to hit the call button. 

Do it again… Do what again? What did I do? … This?

My phone starts to buzz again, this time I answer. Jensen pops up on the screen, his short hair is spiked up in all directions as though he’s been running his hands through it. There’s also light purple bags under his eyes, but apart from that he’s exactly as I remember. 

“Hey Beautiful.” I blush as I realise I’m staring – or admiring.

“Hey sleepy head,” I want to say ‘handsome’ but his sleepy look is kinda more adorable than handsome, but I don’t say that either.

“This is the best present.” He scrutinises my look for a second before continuing, “It wasn’t too much, you just didn’t want me to see you all sleepy…I bet you’d be even more beautiful like that.”

“Watch yerself, Ackles,” I hear the slight slip of my native accent the second it’s out of my mouth. I hold my breath as I watch his reaction. And by the slight raise of his eyebrow I know he heard it too.

“What was that? You making fun of me?”

I let out my breath and bite my bottom lip subconsciously. “Maybe…”

He shakes his head with a smile. “You truly are one in a million.”

“Truthfully though…I haven’t always lived in New York…” a knock on the door cuts me off. I quickly mute and silence my phone before facing it screen down on the blanket on my lap. “Yeah?”

Stella cracks the door open and peeks in. When she sees I’m  awake she dives into the bed; I grip my phone tighter. “Merry Christmas, bestie! You coming to join the festivities?”

“Merry Christmas!” I say happily, but she can tell I’m distracted. She sees me white knuckling my phone.

“Oh…I’m so sorry. Why didn’t you say?” She quickly crawls back off the bed towards the door. “I’ll just be downstairs. Take your time.” She smirks and winks before closing the door.

I take a deep breath before lifting tge phone back up and turning the sound back on and unmuting myself. Jensen looks at me quizzically.

“Should I be concerned?”

I shake my head. “No, that was just my friend telling me breakfast is ready. I should go before it gets cold.”

“Yeah, yeah…Wait, you were telling me something. You’re not from New York?”

“Yeah. It’s a long story. I promise I’ll explain later.”

“Alright…Texas though, right?”

I nod my head once. With half a smile I give him one word before hanging up: “Houston”.

I’m a little disappointed I won’t know his reaction, but I’m also not sure I wanted to see it. While I didn’t deliberately lie, I did still hide it and I’m not sure how he’ll react to that. It’s not like I deliberately go out of my way to hide my accent, I just find that the locals understand me better when I assimilate, which is important in my job. That along with the acting classes and hanging out with more New Yorkers it just happened naturally over time. Now my accent mainly only shows its face when I’m half-awake, really tired or sometimes when I’m drunk; mostly when I’m feeling comfortable to be myself and don’t care about enunciating properly to be understood. Just thinking about it makes me realise how comfortable I am when talking to him, sure I was a little nervous to answer the call at first, but seeing his face and hearing his voice helped me relax almost instantly.

As I’m contemplating, the aroma from the awaiting breakfast downstairs wafts through the room and causes my stomach to growl. I just know Stella is going to have a barrage of questions for me the second I sit down, but I can’t avoid it. She’s my best friend. Deciding it’s time to rip off the bandaid – and fill my stomach – I throw back the blanket, slip on my fluffy, pink faux Uggs from Target, and make my way downstairs.

As expected, Stella gushes throughout breakfast. On the outside she’s way more excited than me, but deep down my heart is racing with excitement of what could be growing. I’m just cautious to let it bubble over, Trent and Tyler were both like this in the beginning too. 

The rest of the day passes smoothly and without much event. It’s a little disappointing when I think back to the bustling Christmases of my childhood with the excitement of Santa Claus and presents and being able to eat sweets all day. But now, with just the three of us as adults much of that excitement has dulled. We still gorge out on candy canes, eggnog, and of course leftovers from Nick’s amazing Christmas Eve feast along with his fresh Christmas super feast – everything we had on Christmas Eve plus alfredo rigatoni, broccolini, and carrots – but that’s the only similarity to the Christmases of my past. This year there are no presents to open as we had all agreed with the upcoming parties and wedding, it was just too much and we are all doing so much for each other already. To pass time and attempt to make the day feel more special than just the food, we play a range of games, from competitive party games on Nick’s console to the family favourite, Monopoly. Christmas carols play as a soundtrack to the entire day, until we finish the night with a Christmas movie marathon. Three movies, one chosen by each of us; Home Alone as chosen by Stella, Die Hard thanks to Nick and finally I end the night with the nostalgic gem The Polar Express.

It’s almost midnight by the time my head finally hits the pillow. Laying in bed, I send a quick good night text to Jensen before switching my phone to sleep mode and letting the lasting effects of the eggnog – and the few accompanying glasses of wine after the eggnog ran out – lull me to sleep.

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[loneworldgazer]

noooo! don't turn me into a marketable plushie!!

about: trigun guys with a reader who likes to make plushies

a/n: tiny vash (this is also short cause i was impatient to post this limau (lmao) )

pairings: vash x reader, wolfwood x reader

vash

best believe he does a little squel when he sees your works

he ADORES all of the little animal, fruit, veggie, whatever you make plushies you make and squeezes the living hell out of it in excitement

if you like gift giving, he will gladly show it off, keeping them on his bags as keychains, putting it on his table, hell even on his ears if he wants to feel silly

he's also the type to send those good morning messages with the small plush that you made sitting right next to his plate of eggs and bacon

and when you make a tiny version of him, he thinks he died and went to heaven (not literally though i haven't read the manga bro isn't dead right)

it is the most cutest fcking thing he has ever seen in his life, you even got down to the shade of his hair and coat!

for funsies, you would defitenely make his gun and he would scream if you added something that could make tiny him hold it

he would hug you and the plushie at the same time to thank you

he will cherish this gift forever

just know if anybody ever sees it and mskes fun of it, he'll just say that they don't have a wonderful, most coolest person to make plushies for them and fake cries to make fun of them and run off to giggle

gives it silly nicknames like vashie or vash the junior

wolfwood

would grip the ever living shit out of your plushies as if they'll respond

he thinks it's a cute hobby (and that you're cute too

i see him as a guy who just fucks with it, you do you

would buy you materials if you ever run out and you would panic every single time if you think you're running out but a new fresh batch (the exact same colour too!) would pop up in your sewing basket!

he doesn't admit this though, he thinks he's slick

he keeps some in his pockets and gives them to children if they're in need of a small companion/ cheer them up

very much suprising you when kids come at your doorstep to thank you for the plushies and they would grin in thanks

but his favourite one is the tiny version of him, how adorable

he places it into his pocket like it was his kid and brings it everywhere, so if he ever wants to pull out a cigeratte to smoke, he would always have to push away tiny him deeper into his pocket to get at his box of cigerattes

calls it little guy

knives

he doesn't have a need of plushies, it clogs up his space, he finds it useless

second chill guy? he doesn't care at all of what you do and he doesn't bother with your gifts, keeping it into a basket at first

until you made effort in creating a tiny version of himself to which he scoffs in amusement

and hey!! there's detachable blade coils, isn't that fun???!?!?

you have to look at him closely for a reaction, just a tense constipated look of focus on what you've done, intricate details of his suit means he kinda likes it (he doesn't want to admit he finds this action cute whether friend or spouse, it was nice to receive something that was really worked hard on especially when it was him, literally)

there was also a slight twitch of his lips, a quick lift at the end like he wanted to smile but he didn't want to give you the pleasure

(he find your methaphorical droppy ears on your head funny, what a meanie)

he keeps it on his piano, although he finds it bothersome when it falls face flat because of the piano's vibrations or his tiny him blade coils making it heavy on the back, he still likes keeping it close

he goes through that same basket of what you sewed for him and gradually the plushies you thought he threw/dump it elsewhere were now popping up in every corner of the house as decoration (atleast there was some use..? right?)

vash calls it little nai (knives doesn't do nicknames)

[fangirlfrom-hell]

*re-posting this because I'm stupid and accidentaly delated my blog 🫠

Big Brothers' Reunion Goes Wrong

Jay and Will Halstead x Sister || Healstead Sister one shot

There is an episode in PD season 2 where Jay is in his kitchen, and Will's one night stand appears out of nowhere and she just greets him. It's kinda funny. I took that scene to write this, more or less.

I have always felt that in these CPD episodes Will seems to be a jerk, so I'm sorry if I wrote him with that same vibe (Don't get me wrong I really like Will).

I just wanted to write more about Becca becoming a theatre girl and I took the chance 🥺 Cherish this phase of Becca Healstead.

It was earlier than usual when Becca opened the fridge to drink some orange juice. She was wearing a sports top and joggers, also a thin black sweater, her hair picked up in a high ponytail. She started to prepare coffe for her brother, while she ate a slice of bread.

-"Oh! You woke up early". Jay said really surprised while entering the kitchen, still in the clothes he slept in.

-"Yeah. I'm trying to practice".

-"Practice what?" He said looking at her outfit.

-"My acting teacher gave me some exercises to improve my movements, they are really tough to do. I also want to keep working on my flexibility. I don't really have so much time during the afternoons, so I figured I could wake up earlier to do it".

-"Wow!" Jay said, raising his brows. -"You are really into it, aren't you?". He was genuinely happy for her.

-"Yes!" She said with excitement. -"All thanks to you, Jay Jay".

-"Hey! Now that you are into a sporty phase, maybe you can come with me to the gym, or we can go together for a walk. You can also show me your exercises, I don't know. A brother-sister thing, sounds like fun".

-"Sure, I'd love that!" Her exercises had nothing to do with that type of training, but she tought it was a sweet idea, also she was always up to spend time with her big brother.

-"What about the coffee, anyway? You can't drink it, still too young. It's prohibited".

-"I was doing it for you, dummy". Becca gave him a playful push as Jay laughed.

-"Sit down, silly". Jay grabbed a pan and some other kitchen utensils. -"Now, what do you want for breakfast?".

-"Scrambled eggs and bacon and toasted bread". They said at the same time, Jay imitating Becca's everyday answer.

-"Shut up! As if you knew how to cook something else".

-"Ok, kiddo. I need to tell you something. It's nothing bad, I'm just not sure if you are going to like it or not".

-"What is it? You are scaring me".

But their conversation got interrupted by the sound of a door opening from inside of the apartment. An unknown woman came out from one of the rooms half dressed, finishing putting on her clothes.

Becca's eyes went wide in surprise and she just put her head down not being sure of what to do. Jay instinctively walked to his sister's side. He kinda knew what was going on, but didn' know how to react with the little girl's presence.

-"Oh, good morning!" She said, -"You must be Jay, nice to meet you!".

-"Nice to meet you too". He said with a smirk and without even noticing he placed a hand on Becca's head so she wouldn't look up.

-"I'm so sorry. I didn't know your daughter was here. I should be going".

When she left, Jay took his hand off Becca, but she remained in the same position

-"O-K, that was weird. What's going on?"

Jay bit his lip before answering: -"Will is back to Chicago...".

Becca quickly raised her head with what looked like excitement, but Jay couldn't really interpret that reaction. He was a damn good detective, but most of the time it was hard to read his sister. In that exact moment, Will made his entrance. He was shirtless, puting on his pants.

-"And he's staying here...".

-"Pff, sorry about that!". He said laughing. When he was going to continue with his story, Jay gave him a sign to cut it off. He hadn't noticed their little sister's presence.

-"Oh! Becca? What are you doing here, girl?" He stroked her head not so carefully which made her pull a face. -"Shouldn't you be with dad?".

Jay was reclining on the table with his two arms outstretched, looking at his siblings reunited at his place.

-"Nice to see you too, Will". Once more, she was hard to read.

-"Why don't you go to get a shower? Get ready for school". Jay instructed. -"Breakfast will be ready when you come out again".

-"Why isn't she at her house? Shouldn't she be with dad?".

-"This is her house, Will...basically. She stays here during the weekends, that's granted. Sometimes on weekdays, but that's not usual".

-"Why?" Will asked strangely.

-"There are a lot of things you don't know. I'm glad you had fun yesterday, but as you can tell this can't happen anymore...well, at least not so often. I hadn't told you about Becca staying here from time to time, because there was no need. She called me last night and when I came back with her, it never crossed my mind that you had a hot chick in your room. It was late".

-"So...you are playing the dad role? Jay--".

-"Hey! We're not talking about this, you don't even have the right". -He stopped him. -"And put on some clothes, man. You are taking her to school today".

Thanks for reading. If you liked it, it would help my soul if you give it a like, comment or share 😌♡

[twila-star]

Your roommate didn’t let you know they were having an overnight guest and you wake up to a stranger in your house, but they’re kinda attractive?

Gon rubbed his face sleepily, a big yawn coming out of his mouth. He usually wakes earlier than this but that assignment from his professor had to get done by this morning. Hopefully his roommate Zushi got up by now and made something to wake him up. Hmm, based off that wonderful aroma, Zushi probably did.

Gon rounded the corner, a greeting on his lips as he heard rummaging in his kitchen. But he was met with opposite of his roommate, tall, stark white hair and fair skin, opening a cabinet.

We’re getting robbed. Was Gon’s first thought.

“Ahh!” Gon cried out startling the stranger from his musings. Gon reached for the closest blunt object, a shoe shaped key holder Gon thought was so cute when him and Zushi shopped together to fill their apartment, and threw it at the guy.

Shocking Gon, he simply caught it like Gon was throwing him a soft ball, and shocking Gon even further, he looked amused at Gon’s outcry. He looked the shoe over while Gon took a moment to collect himself, effectively stumped from the crazy reaction.

“Pretty tacky, but cute.” The man said in a low baritone and Gon cursed his head cause this was not the time to find the thief attractive. “Breakfast?” The man offered next, putting the shoe down and picking up the full pan up in a gliding motion, and Gon started to wonder how a demi god was sent into their apartment.

“What…?” Gon asked.

“Oh, Zushi didn’t tell you? I’m Killua, we went on a date last night and he asked me to stay over the night. I thought it was only fair to make breakfast.” Killua said. Gon closed his eyes, so embarrassed that he attacked an innocent stranger who was invited into their house like a psycho, and then only felt upset at Zushi for not telling him ahead of time to expect company.

“S- I’m so sorry about that- the… shoe!” Gon said, rounding the corner to try and see if Killua was hurt anywhere. Gon was a little confused why his cheeks colored a bit and he leaned back against te counter in an effort to look relaxed, but then remembered he only came out in low hanging sweatpants and Killua… was only wearing a big shirt of Zushi’s. Gon flushed too and tried to use Killua’s tactic of fake ease to step back.

“I’m not hurt…” Killua offered in lieu of Gon’s physical inspection. “Um, but it’s nice to meet you, Zushi spoke alot about you.” Killua said, and turned to get the eggs out the pan next to crispy bacon he probably cooked first and a pot of coffee.

“Ah… No problem… but I wished I could say the same. Zushi didn’t say you were coming or even a word about a date?” Gon said, carefully looking Killua’s profile over now his attention was elsewhere. Now that he knows he isn’t a robber, Gon can rightfully think he’s attractive.

“Ah, it was sorta sudden, the date. Things sorta moved fast from when we met.” Killua said. Gon groaned, looking to one side.

“Ah, I could kill him for not giving me an heads up, I’m really sorry for throwing that at you.” Gon said, feeling like he didn’t do enough to make up for that blunder.

“I feel a little wronged too. I went out with him when I could have had a date with you. But I met you now, so that’s something.” Killua gave a grin to Gon, obviously looking him over before place a  prepared plate down by Gon’s side, hand nearly brushing Gon’s hip as he pulled back with a look in his eyes.

“Oh…” Gon breathed out, effectively stunned. This guy was amazing. “Then allow me to make it up to you and take you out?” Gon grinned feeling emboldened. Killua’s answering coy smile sent Gon’s heart racing.

“Ok.”

That’s how Zushi came out sleepily from his room to find his roommate and his last night date sitting close together talking and laughing over coffee like Killua had stayed the night with Gon, not Zushi. They both gave him glares and he was lke, ah, I messed up.

[anonimusunnoaniswriting]

Well here's part 2! ( ≻⸝⸝⸝≺ ྀི)

How can I deny a nice cup of tea and a massage ? There's no way. I thank you dearly.

You and Nanami probably gonna kill me with a huge sermon about not working overtime to which I have been doing more, and my poor health has been less healthy. I should say. But I'm managing it and taking care as much as I can. At some point I'll slow down a bit with the extra shifts.

May I adoringly nickname you as my Wifey now ? Is that okay ? Instead of Workwives we are Ficwives? (⁠ ⁠◜⁠‿⁠◝⁠ ⁠)⁠♡

Gonna start tagging our conversations as "The Miscellaneous Misadventures and Mischiefs of Noni & Kat", watcha thing about that ?

Take all the time you need about posting fics, sweetie. I follow discontinued stories and some that I have been waiting for idk three+ years to be continued ? I'm very patient in waiting even with my chronic issue problems. Like anxiety. Your slow cooking is worth the wait and it's gonna be delightful! (⁠｡⁠♡⁠‿⁠♡⁠｡⁠)

Please if I start yapping too much just tell.me to shut up that I'll go back to my void corner. But I would like to thank you, Bacon and Mrs Haitch and other dear moots that slowly got me into asking /interacting / talking more around here. You've all been so dear and welcoming ! You have no idea how that has affected me! Idk how many years I've been here, and I'm always dead silent. I just leave little thank you's and a small comment or notes on something. So thank you for adopting this stray cat.

It's wonderful people like you and them and your wonderful stories that have kept me going all these years, doesn't matter if it's an image, drabble, one shot, a whole 100 + chapter fic, that brings so many times comfort from the harsh real life world.

I am immensely grateful to have meet you, and for having you as a friend! And them included. (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠✧⁠*⁠。

Please do be feral ! It can happen always at anytime whatever the circumstances! I love and support feral ladies and everyone else ! Don't hold back ! Go absolutely gnawing feral over the things that matter for you and that you like talking about.

Now pouring the Tea !

I should leave you hanging a bit longer just for the pleasure of torturing you a little bit. But I won't. I might have the murderous resting face but I'm a softie by heart.

What can I say ? Before my brain fried ?

The little bit I observed, because yes I am shy and introvert irl, I barely talk and keep it mostly to myself, but I have a error on my code, depending on what happens, I blush easily (yes yes I know here am I 25+ blushing so bad that sometimes the tip of my ears get pink too, its horrible, there goes my bad face facade through the window) and sometimes my colleagues try to get that reaction out of me, which is hard because I know how to hide well. But sometimes like this, there's no way of denying and oh boy did they get a kick out of it, it was the talk all day. lol

It's a small bakery coffee shop, nothing glamorous or like Starbucks. It's local. Since the town basically revolves around tourism on the weekends usually it cramps up a bit. But mostly it's just the same old costumers.

But this guy never showed up here, on the shop. From the little I could observe, because usually I slyly avoid too eye contact much. He's tall, I would say early 50's ? Dark brown hair with some silverfox strands showing. A five o'clock shadow of a beard. Very well dressed, and accompanied. Yes yes. What you think about this glimpse of him ? I guess handsome in his ways ? Idk. But he was so polite.

Maybe one day I get lucky enough to meet someone with Nanami vibes, and things happens just as you described ?

Thank you for interacting with me ! Form your support and friendliness! I appreciate it so much, blessed be sweetie ! (⁠◍⁠•⁠ᴗ⁠•⁠◍⁠)⁠❤

With love,

Kat

My beautiful Love,

You're in the absolute correct place. In a perfect utopia, we would never have to work overtime, we would be fed and taken care of, and the world would not be the shit show that it is today.

Unfortunately, for us, we do not live in such a world and are forced to trudge to our places of work everyday. Slaves chained to a never ending unrewarding system that drains the very soul out of our selves.

Regardless. You must prioritise yourself, my love. You must. Because you are a ray of sunshine in this world and you should never be dimmed.

It goes without saying that I will keep writing. Keep creating. Whether it's a short or long or one like or smau whatever. Writing is everything to me. (It's actually going to be what 10 years of my writing and postings online I think ahahah) And though I'm not big and popular i don't care because interactions like yours MAKE MY DAY.

Darling.

I LOVE coffee shops like that. It sounds like a dream! Oh I'd love to meet "the one" in such a place. I have gobbled more coffee shop au stories than I can count and just love it. Keep em coming. But again, please look after yourself also.

Our Coffee Shop Silver Fox (CSSF) sounds totally daddy! Terribly attractive men who just breeze in and out being polite as shit are my actual honest to god weakness. Like marry me. Right now good sir pit a fucking ring on it.

I don't blame you for being flustered, I would be too!

And I hope you don't mind me saying but, my love, you sound gorgeous jsjs. 🫣🫣🫣

Stay safe, look after yourself, and make sure to drink enough water and eat your meals on time lovey.

Yours, in prose,

Wifey🩷

I wanna tag real quick here @uchihasanctuary and @pseudowho because they deserve to know you're a cutie who thinks about them too. (But we all know u love me mostest, right... ? )

[zalrb]

what did you think of they cloned tyrone

It had a cool visual style. It's been referred to as neo-blaxploitation and I think that fits.

I really liked my husband's performance and it was cool to see him in a neighbourhood specific, unapologetically Afam scifi movie considering he got his start with Attack The Block which is a very neighbourhood-specific, South London scifi movie. It was also cool to see Teyonnah in this role because it was a very different role from Dawn in Mad Men or Monica in Wandavision so it was nice seeing her range. Jamie Foxx is always interesting for me to watch because he has great comic timing and I will watch him like that is a good joke or lol nice delivery but I rarely actually find him funny, he doesn't appeal to my sense of humour.

There were definitely things I did laugh at in the movie, like when they're formulating their plan to rescue Yo-Yo by simulating sex and then going over the script

and the gospel rendition of Back That Azz Up especially since it sneaks up on you I was like, wait what?

and I chuckled when they're in the elevator singing especially with my husband being the straight man in the scene (the reactions of the straight man are usually what make me laugh more than the goofiness)

but for most of the movie I was like, I can see how and why this is funny but I'm pretty unmoved, like the thread with Kevin Bacon but I find it takes a lot for me to feel like running gags work. I didn't find the running gag in Don't Look Up about how JLaw's character was made to buy snacks that were free funny either.

In terms of the themes and messaging, I mean yeah. Like there are very direct callbacks to history of Black people being experimented on in the States (Henrietta Lacks, the Tuskegee Experiment, James Marion Simms experimenting on enslaved Black women) so that's there with the experiment plot

Government cloning Black men to repeat the same cycles over and over is akin to the systemic barriers in Black marginalized neighbourhoods that keep communities in the same cycles.

Yo-yo as a Black woman and a sex worker being considered disposable and worthless

despite the fact that she's the one leading the charge to get her community safe and when her being taken actually prompts Fontaine and Slick Charles d

to galvanize the neighbourhood to come to her rescue and the rescue of others so the community will not forget Black women

Using things like perms with slogans like straight is great (I think that's what it was) are propaganda designed for white aspiration, which further makes sense when the goal is more than complacency but complete assimilation. There's been a lot on twitter about the [positive' parallels with Undercover Brother with the conspiracy of the chicken. There's also the book The Other Black Girl (haven't read it) and spoilers I guess, there is a plot line about indoctrination through hair products so I kind of shrugged at these aspects.

I wish they teased this out a bit more.

because the way the neighbourhood is now is a trap but gentrification isn't better either and I'm not saying that the movie is making the argument that it is because it isn't but I found it interesting that this was the line of dialogue they used and I get you can't get to everything in a movie but it also kind of felt like we didn't actually get to anything or really arrive anywhere? Like, in the end the pimps, the dealers, they all come together to save and therefore do some good in their community, which is meant to showcase that there's humanity and community and love in places that have been written off and it's better to band together but I was left wondering so what now, in a way I don't think the movie intended. Like it's an open-ended ambiguous finish, which is cool, I don't need things to be wrapped up neatly but it didn't feel like getting the clones out and being like they can't cover this up! was enough of a resolution with all of the different things the movie was pointing at.

[amiyuuu]

eggs & bacon

(written by me just last month <3)

Mornings like this were almost too good to be true.

Sunlight pouring in gently through the open windows, the mouthwatering aroma of garlic rice and fried sunny-side-up eggs and honey-cured bacon filling the kitchen air – it felt almost unreal.

“Good morning, honey~,” yawned someone behind me.

I turned around with a soft grin.

Because, most excitingly, there was him. 

Hair just slightly messier than usual, shirt hanging comfortably on his frame, sleep still ever-present in the way he walked over to me – it felt like I was dreaming, more than anything. It was almost as if the most handsome of princes had come to visit me.

And I couldn’t help but stare, lovingly, as I always do. 

But this time, it wasn’t long enough before tears began gently streaming down my face.

…and it didn’t take much longer before the smoke detector started beeping, angrily.

In no time, he snapped out of his dazed state and fixed it. Just the way he always does.

And once the (now lightly-burnt) food was put away, he finally, finally turned to me. 

“Hey-  shh, hey, look at me.”

It took me a while, but eventually, we locked eyes. Mine, blurred by my tears – his, warm and bright, a beautiful shade of dark umber.

“Is it that thing again? The one you told me about yesterday? That this all feels too dreamlike to be a reality?” He murmured softly. He knew. I don’t know how he knew, but he did. It’s like he could just tell.

I drew a breath, bracing myself for whatever reaction it was that he’d give me.

“Yeah,” I whispered, “It is. I'm just- I don't know. I feel like I’m not supposed to be here, that…that I don’t deserve this, don’t deserve you.”

He shook his head softly, the way he always does on mornings when I get like this.

“Oh, darling…come here, my love.” He came closer, and held my face in his hands the way he always loves to.

And in a matter of seconds, I broke down, pulling him into an embrace that I could only wish would last forever.

It was real. He was real. We were real. 

I sob softly into his chest. And, he comforts me, as he always does.

He loves me. With the same all-consuming love that makes me blush and kick my feet all around, all over my bed like an excited little schoolgirl, he loves me. I know that just as much.

And I feel the same. Even when words fail me and even when my ego gets the best of me I still do feel that way.

I love him. And he knows that just as much.

Wrapped in his arms that way, I breathed a sigh of relief, holding back my sobs just so I could hold on to him ever still. 

And when I finally open my tear-filled eyes once more, I meet his soft, chocolate-colored irises yet again. 

And he smiles. The way he always does.

“Now, let’s get breakfast, shall we?”

[mlobsters]

supernatural s13e19 funeralia (w. steve yockey)

this angle makes her look tinier than usual, just put her in my pocket

CASTIEL We must assemble our most powerful allies to rescue our family and confront the Archangel Michael. Now, he's in an alternate universe so-- ROWENA Ah, the handsome angel is there, isn’t he? Hello tweety pie. CASTIEL Um, hello.

well that made me laugh, how awkward he got. also thanks for the plot quick reference, because with all the stuff included in the recap i get confused. too much stuff i don't care about makes brain go zzz

SAM Rowena, are you at a... party or something? ROWENA I am, but I’m surprised you recognise the sounds of a party, seeing as how you're all work and no play

literally. i know i know, but like we've spent so many hours with them lol and no fun!

CASTIEL You know, she’s right. You never go to parties.

LOL well we're on the same page

(this from the recap, i don't remember this at all!)

rowena setting someone on fire magically in full view of a crowd is a choice

CASTIEL Yes. Yeah. This would be something of a Hail Mary. DEAN Hmm. CASTIEL It’s a sports term, like slam dunk or, uh... ball handler. DEAN That’s, uh… Mnh-mnh. No, I don’t think it's a good idea.

ok, but ball handler is a sports term that you could use without it having any double entendre 😞 (obviously can too but) weird choice.

CASTIEL Well, Dean, we don’t have any good ideas. DEAN Okay, just... let’s just not barrel through with that like, uh, you know, like the Donatello thing. CASTIEL We had our disagreement, but we got results. DEAN That don’t make it okay. CASTIEL I hear your concerns, and yes, the angels loathe me, and there’s going to be dangers, but Heaven doesn’t want the world to end any more than we do.

appreciate the reminder that they had a disagreement and donatello's brain got zapped by cas because i definitely forgot.

SAM We don’t know what this is yet. Maybe she had a reason to-- DEAN Doesn’t matter what the reason is. That’s not okay! SAM Okay, I said if Rowena goes bad again I’d deal with it, so I’ll deal with it. DEAN You better. Cas, you wanna try this angel thing, then go for it. Just don’t get dead again.

i mean, in their world there could definitely be a good reason, just wouldn't necessarily expect rowena to have one. dean's being kind of an ass to everyone. though i suppose he did have that little tantrum at the end of the last episode so, ~continuity~

LOL was that a heavenly brownout? mid-series heavenly politics was a guaranteed blanking out on my part but like. i just haven't really cared about the main plot in so long it's all getting kind of blanked out unless it's sam and dean specific

DEAN Yeah, she’s a reaper. She tried to take me into the light. Didn’t work out. JESSICA It really didn’t. And honestly it’s been a little sad watching you go this long without telling Sam about me. SAM Hold on a second. What do you mean "watching?"

obviously the watching is the big creeper factor but also i guess was a little surprised we didn't get a reaction to the dean didn't tell sam something bit

JESSICA Well, after Dean’s little trip to the Veil, Death asked me to keep an eye on you two, in case. DEAN In case of what? JESSICA This, I guess. I don’t ask Death questions. Never goes well. SAM So what, you-- you’ve just been... hovering around us, invisible, like a-- like a baby sitter? JESSICA No, no more like a baby monitor.

or stalker

SAM And-- and you’ve seen, um... JESSICA Oh, everything. DEAN You mean, like, everything everything? JESSICA I’m especially fond of Sam’s impressive… extensive array of hair products. [looks at Dean] Not to mention, the three day old bacon cheeseburger in your room, or the VHS tape hidden under your bed labeled "Sweet Princess Asuka Meets the Tentacles of Ple--"

like teehee gonna allude to a sam has a big dick joke, and out dean's specific kinky porn preference (which didn't we just have this tentacle conversation) - where. i know, this isn't real life, it's some whatever the fuck a reaper is (i thought they were a type of angel but then i feel like a recent episode they said they weren't) and maybe if it's cas who just still seems mostly mystified by humans despite being one for a hot minute, it wouldn't be as creepy. but she's talking like she clearly understands why what she's saying is a huge invasion of privacy and upsetting. and okay she's not on their side, maybe she is tired of being the baby monitor for the dumb humans. but as someone myself who's been monitored against my will in what should be private spaces, that really doesn't sit well with me. i get it's just supposed to be a joke, but no thanks. sigh

JESSICA If just one person dies before their time, a lot of things that were supposed to happen, don’t. The ripple effect from just one early death can affect hundreds of lives. And changing their fates changes even more fates until things just become sincerely unfortunate, and we have to hit the reset button. SAM What does that mean? JESSICA Usually? A mass kill off. Like the Black Plague or a mid-sized war. Something to wipe the board clean. So… your help in avoiding that would be greatly appreciated, by everyone.

sure. combined with the world-destroying-aspirations of au!michael, whatever the fuck is going on with heaven having too few angels, lucifer doing who the fuck can remember, needing to rescue everyone in the au, we also need to do something or ELSE plague/war/extinction event. exhausted

and the reunion tour continues.... fucking naomi, great. why not

CASTIEL No, no we didn’t, because you stole my memories, and you threatened to "tear me apart," and you made me repeatedly act out Dean Winchester’s murder, and you killed many, many people.

let's hear it for not forgetting/immediately forgiving someone's awful deeds

NAOMI That's right. We're all... Every angel is like a walking, talking battery. [the lights fluctuate again] And that is what happens when we run out of power.

ok. before it was the human souls that were batteries, back in ye olde s6 (i even included morpheus and the coppertop in a recap)

NAOMI Well, then, let me make it divinely simple for you. There are a grand total of nine angels in Heaven, present company included, and one or two on Earth, and... that's all. We are the last men and women and divine waves of light still standing, as it were.

excuse me WHAT. NINE??? listen, ok. you know i have zero religious experience, i've never been to church. however, this song by johnny cash, when the man comes around (a banger, truly) i know it took from the bible and (via wikipedia):

The chorus indicates that these events will be accompanied by trumpets (as in Revelation 8, 9, 11), pipers (Rev. 18:22), and "one hundred million angels singing". The voice of the Lord in Revelation is often likened to the sound of a loud trumpet (Revelation 1:10; 4:1; and 8:13). Revelation 5:11 states that John saw that there are millions of angels in Heaven.

so i'm like, this is my knowledge of just how many angels there are 😂 and we're down to NINE!!!

NAOMI Without him, in time we’ll burn out. Heaven will crumble, and all the souls that have been entrusted to our care will fall back to earth. Picture it, Castiel-- billions upon billions of ghosts unleashed upon the world. All that chaos, all that death.

🙄add it to the list of impending catastrophies ✅ (they need some soul to angel battery converter)

rowena is trying to get crowley back....? hokay

DEAN Where the hell is my brother?!

never gets old

SAM No. Rowena. I know what you went through and I know how much you lost and I realize how much you want your family back. But don’t do this. This... this... This is not you. Not any more. ROWENA What happened to me, those were my choices. But Fergus never… It wasn’t fair.

what.

BILLIE You were never going to kill him. There was a time you would've, but not now. I can see that. ROWENA I don’t know what I’m doing

BILLIE Sometimes life is unfair, and sometimes we lose things. And sometimes we make mistakes. And some of these things can never be fixed, no matter how powerful you become. Some things just are, and everyone has to live with that.

what? we're supposed to buy this sudden personality 180?

ROWENA I fought Death and lost. I feel tired. Weaker. I don’t know if it’s forever. Sam, what have I done? SAM You had a chance to kill me and you didn’t. I’d call that progress. DEAN I’d call that a miracle. [Dean and Rowena exchange looks] SAM You know, what happened with Crowley? That wasn’t your fault. ROWENA He never had a chance. DEAN He made his choices, just like we all do. Look, every one of us has done something that we have to live with, that were trying to make up for. Every one of us. SAM Even without all that extra juice, you’re still the deadliest witch around. ROWENA Flatterer. SAM Yeah, well, we, um... we may need your help. To save our family. To… hell, to save the world. DEAN You wanna be redeemed? This would be a pretty big step. ROWENA And do you think I still can be? DEAN Yeah, I do.

i mean. who cares about character development, let's just slam through this redemption and reconciliation arc in a big showdown in one episode? unless there's some long game, this is just. hard to swallow

[lostonehero]

An emotional reaction shouldn't be the equilivant of a nuclear reaction but here we are

Also still no confession

Micheal entered the kitchen, and the smell of breakfast woke him up. Henry, no, not Henry his father was sitting at the head of the table. Food was piled in front of him, and it looked like Henry went over board. Micheal cleared his throat, grabbing his attention. "Good morning?"

William looked up from the plate of food. "Your uncle wants me to eat." He still had his hands in his lap. "I uh told him this was too much, and leftovers would be fine." He pauses. "He says good morning."

Micheal pulls a plate out of the cabinet and takes a few stripes of bacon and two pancakes off his father's plate. "There now it's broken into." He lets a smile loose as Henry's face mimicked his father's annoyed expression.

"Micheal, it's rude to take food without being offered." His tones sounded so off with Henry's accent.

Micheal smiles again, sitting down next to him. "I wouldn't have to if you weren't the same man I grew up with."

William sighs. "Ungrateful boy." He cuts into his food. He takes a bite, and soon, the plate is empty.

Micheal doesn't make a comment that he's crying. He takes the plate from him. "Where's Uncle Henry?"

"Here." He wipes his eyes, and the purple eye stops glowing. "Thank you, Micheal."

"Don't, Father has always been weird about food. He doesn't eat unless someone starts first." Micheal looks back to his uncle. "Did I embarrass him?"

"He went directly into his office when he put me back in control. He didn't hear you." Henry smiles softly. "Never noticed that behavior of his."

"That's because you treat food differently." Micheal shrugs. "There isn't a fear of moving when you aren't supposed to. You can just take and start eating." He starts on a pot of coffee. "Things were different with mom."

....

"Has Father come back out?" Micheal was staring at the mirror in the museum. It wasn't late enough that the kids were out, but it would be in an hour. He looked over to his uncle, who had just replaced the glass back around Ballora exhibit.

"Not since breakfast." Henry frowns. "Do you think I pushed him too hard?"

Micheal shakes his head. "I dont think he's used to someone being gental. I know I'm not." He frowns. "I love Jeremy, but I still have bad days. I can't just fix myself to..." He covers his face. "Exercising helps. Just beat off the excess energy until I'm too tired to think. I still haven't told him everything. Does that make me bad?"

Henry moves to the bench and pats the spot next to him. He sighs as Micheal sits next to him. "Recovering isn't a straight line."

Micheal looked over to Henry, who grabbed his hand.

"What I'm saying is that you don't have to tell each other, but if it has to come out." He pauses. "Make sure you're the one to speak it."

Micheal pauses, giving Henry a half hug. "Why does Evan forgive me?"

Henry ruffles his nephew's hair. "I don't think Evan was ever truly mad at you." He can feel a wet spot grow as Micheal sniffs, burying his face in his uncle's shoulder. "When I first found him, well, he was one of the first I found. He asked if I knew where you were."

In this moment, Henry sees the scared little teen shaking as he holds onto him. "Evan asked me every day as I kept getting more and more of the kids together. He was happy when I got Lizzie...." Henry stops. "I think Lizzie told him something after they saw each other again. He wouldn't leave fredbear."

"Lizzie is like mom." Micheal chokes out. "She doesn't understand how..." He stops as Henry runs his fingers through his hair.

"Evan kept looking for you, and when your father was here the first time, that was the first thing he asked the man. Of course, we thought you were dead. I saw the aftermath of Circus Baby's myself." Henry sighs, brushing Micheal's hair back.

"Evan really wanted to see you. He wasn't mad or upset. He just missed you." Henry smiles softly. "The mini Balloras, we never accounted for all of them, so Evan thought you would be in one we could never find. You're not obviously, but every day, he would ask if I found Mikey yet."

....

Neither were paying attention to how long the story was taking. Micheal finally sat up and rubbed his eyes. "Im such an awful brother."

"A terrible son on top of that. Tell me, do you still have that bloody shirt, or did you burn it with that fox mask." Ballora shifts from her posture and places both hands on the glass. "Such a coward -" She starts screaming as electricity shoots from within her animotronic body.

Henry hums, Micheal could have sworn he saw a sadistic glee in the older man's eyes. "You remember the controlled shocks? Yeah, it's such a simple installation." Henry hands Micheal the remote. "Here it will only work in the museum, however."

Clara slams against the glass hard enough to crack the paint on her hand but does nothing to the glass. "You have no right, you pathetic country boy."

Micheal watched his uncle's body stiffen, and he stood up he could see a reflection of a purple glow as he approached the glass. "Clara." Henry's thick accent has been layered over with a familiar British one. A purple light cracked around the eye like spiderweb cracks.

Henry holds his eyes as he steps back. He feels as if he was set alight. A white hot rage bloomed and hooked itself in his chest. William was furious, and he felt those flames lick the inside of his spirit, feeding his own beast. "Micheal." His voice cracked rough and dry. "Micheal, I..." his legs gave out, and Micheal rushed to grab him before he hit the ground.

....

"Daddy, wake up."

A voice Henry could hear from above him. He grimaced and opened his eyes. He felt like he went ten rounds with a bull. He forced his eyes to open familiar blue eyes stared above him.

"Uncle Henry?" Micheal asked cautiously.

"Daddy?"

"Mmh Charlie darling, I'm ok." His muscles felt like they were shocked with a cattle prod. "I think I want to stay on the floor."

Micheal, let's out a shaky laugh. "Uncle Henry?"

"Your father is a liar. Call me a damn live wire." He smiles. "Micheal, I don't think I can get up. It feels like.." He pauses William is floating above him his hair is up like he was shocked in a cartoon.

Henry chuckles. "You're a damn liar."

William blinks, staring down at Henry. "I may have lost my temper."

"May, have?" Henry's limbs felt like lead he couldn't even raise his arms up, let alone give his friend a certain finger.

Micheal has a look of concern etched on his face. "Uncle Henry?"

"Micheal." Henry sighs.

Micheal grimaced. He knew his uncle wasn't a skinny, but he also knew for a fact he has carried men twice his size without breaking a sweat. His uncle was solid muscle, which didn't help the fact that he was thrown over his shoulders.

"Micheal? Micheal put me down." Henry couldn't really move his body felt fried, but he didn't want to hurt his nephew.

Micheal had him in a fireman's carry. "Uncle Henry, I'm not going to leave you on the floor. I don't think Charlie would like that."

"Mikeys, right." She climbs higher to look down. "Where did you learn that?"

"Was a firefighter for a few years...." He helps Henry to the bench. "I mean, technically, I still am just not in this state."

William looks over his son, then back to Henry, who was laid out on the bench. "This is my fault."

Micheal cracked his back and sighed. "You look like you stuck a fork in an electrical socket."

"Wait, you were a firefighter?" Henry's eyes widen. "What kind of jobs did you have?"

"I mean, I did a little bit of everything. I have a lot of time on my hands." Micheal sighs and crouches down. "Are you ok?"

Henry smiles. "Just sore, but a day's rest will fix it."

Micheal sighs and looks to the mirror his father is in. "Thanks." He frowns, feeling familiar static around his ears. "Uncle Henry is fine, and so is Father.... yeah, I'm ok."

Henry smiles. "I think if you're able... I think I should go home."

"Mikey, take daddy home." Charlie jumps down. "We'll keep the place safe."

Micheal nods. "Yeah, where are your keys?"

Henry sighs. "Front right pocket, thank you, Micheal."

....

Henry doesn't recall falling asleep, but he knows he's in his mind. It's not a mess, thankfully, but he still isn't normal. He stares at his black claws and sighs. He needed to find William. He traced his steps through the quiet halls till he found the old door. It looked less put in place like it was growing hold in his mind. They were separate, but it didn't look like it was forced inside anymore. The idea alone made something flutter inside him that he wasn't quite ready to face.

The code was second nature as he punched in the numbers and opened the door. William's office felt relaxed more honey than it had before. His office part was shoved to a corner to make room for a bigger bedroom and kitchen area, and the couch sat neatly in front of the king bed.

"Sorry to impose..." Henry spotted William curled around his blankets in his bed. He swore he could have mistaken the man to be asleep until he saw him open his eyes.

"Well, join me." William sounded tired but relaxed.

Henry moved over, grabbing a chair to sit next to the bed. "Are you alright?"

William stretches. "Emotions are uh..." He sighs. "I don't recall ever being that angry before, but she was there, and Micheal, and you." He grips his blanket. "I knew I spent too long inside, I got overwhelmed this morning, and I just..."

"Emotions are the source of your power." Henry hums it wasn't a question more like a blanket statement. "Strong emotions equal your power use in a sense."

William nods, stopping himself from reaching out to his friend. "I got upset at Clara. I didn't hear most of it..."

"You heard enough." Henry stretches. "It was a shock to my system, but with this information, I can focus on it, and we can work on it." He doesn't say that this will help keep himself in check. He doesn't want to worry William with that.

William sits up. He's wearing a loose tank top. "Again?"

"William." Henry has a lecture tone in his voice. "I will not have my body breakdown every time you lose grip on your emotional state." He sighs. "What I mean to say is that you need to learn control, and I have to adapt to it. I don't know what I'm doing, and I would rather not scare my daughter or Micheal again."

William looks away, crossing his arms a light blush on his cheeks. "I don't know if I'm able to do it on command."

"I'm sure I can figure a way to rile you up." Henry pauses as William stares at him. "We've known each other long enough."

William sighs. "Fine, but we are talking to Micheal later. I'm worried about him. His mother is cruel, and even for a brief moment, I know it can get to him."

Henry smiles and nods. "But something tells me I'll be asleep for a bit, alarm be damned." He stretches. "Got room for one more. I think I would rather lay down." He pauses. "I should cover my claws and spider legs first."

William pulls away the blanket. "I think I can manage a few scratches. The bed is big enough for four men, let alone us two."

Henry chuckles and pulls himself next to William. "You always did like a soft bed."

"And you can sleep on rocks." William huffs.

"I can sleep when I'm tired." Henry huffs. "You are too used to luxury beds."

"Luxury? Henry, I like a soft bed. How is that luxury?" William lays back down and faces Henry.

"It's too soft." Henry rolls his eye.

....

It was 12 when Henry woke up. He can move, but his body felt like he was put through the ringer. He yawns as he sits up his whole body ached. He rubbed his eyes and then reached for his phone. "I don't think I've slept this late in years."

"Maybe you should." William reminded Henry of a cat stretched out and floating. His hair stuck up at odd angles. It didn't help his case either. He was wearing his purple tank top and soft looking shorts.

"I hope Micheal didn't strain anything carrying me back." Henry hums and nearly jumps at a new voice.

"I didn't." Micheal is standing in his doorway. "Honestly, not the heaviest thing I've carried, uh, no offense." His hair is put up in a loose braid, and he's wearing a loose t-shirt and cargo shorts. "I went back to the museum after bringing you home. The kids give their regards." He leans on the doorframe. "I cleaned up around here while you slept and turned off your alarms. Leftovers are in the oven, I can bring them up for you."

"That's very sweet of you, but I can get down just fine." Henry smiles, getting up his body cracking in protest.

Micheal shakes his head. "And that's where I draw the line. You need a rest day after last night. Father, I expect you to keep him in bed."

"Micheal, I am an adult, I don't need to be taken care of. I'll use my old cane if that will satisfy you." Henry is met with Micheal crossing his arms.

"I am not opposed to calling Aunt Jen to come take care of you." Micheal smirked as Henry returned to his bed.

"I suppose I can take the day to rest. I'll just answer emails and do some meetings in bed." Henry returns the blanket over him.

Micheal smiles. "I'll be back up with some food in a bit."

William chuckles. "He really is all grown up."

Henry sighs. "I guess he is."

"I wish I could have been there for when that happened." William sighs. "No use in dwelling on that."

Henry sighs, watching William's outfit shift to a hoodie and jeans. "Maybe you two can talk today. I won't be moving much."

William's eyes lingered on Henry before looking away. "If he wants to talk."

.....

Henry sighs, and he has long changed into comfortable clothes since he is on bedrest curdusty of Micheal. He hates being stuck, Micheal is doing laundry, so he isn't exactly watching him, but he does have his phone on him, so he could call his sister if he catches him up.

"Staring at the clock won't make time go by faster." William was floating lazily above Henry as he stretched. "I know you don't like doing nothing."

"If you didn't lose your temper, I wouldn't be in bedrest." Henry huffs, then he frowns. "Sorry, I shouldn't lash out at you."

William raises his brow and faces Henry floating above him. "It's alright to be mad at me. I did hurt you."

"Not on purpose." Henry pulls the blanket over his head. "Why did you flinch before?"

"Flinch? When did i.... oh, " William pauses, watching Henry poke his head from the blanket his glasses were all fogged up. "It wasn't your fault if you must know. I honestly didn't exactly mind that nest? Web? What do you consider that."

Henry removed his glasses and rubbed his face. "William, can we not talk about that?"

"You brought it up." William throws his hands up then crosses his arms. "Clara didn't exactly like it when I questioned things. She didn't like dumb questions. I normally don't ask questions. That just slipped out."

"Did you think..." Henry pauses, putting his glasses back on. "Did you think I would hurt you?"

William shrugs, crossing his arms. "I mean, I did deserve it." He stops and can see tears drip from Henry's eyes. "What? Why are you crying?"

"I wouldn't want to hurt you, not anymore." Herny rubs his eyes.

"Henry, I'm a child killer, and...." William stops and floats down till he can pretend to lay next to Henry. "Look, the stuff between me and Clara happened, and it's fine. I'm fine, I mean, I'm dead, but I'm fine."

Henry reached out for William, but his hand just went right through him.

"Henry, I'm in your head. You can't touch me when you're awake." William frowns. "Besides, why are you upset? Isn't that what you wanted? I did kill Charlie and those other kids. I'm the reason your little girl never grew up, right? So don't feel bad for me."

"Charlie's ok." Henry sniffs. "Charlie is happy now." He is still crying. "I don't want to hurt you anymore. Why do you think I want to hurt you?"

William shifts and floats standing by the bed. "Henry, I ruined your life. Why wouldn't you want to hurt me?" He nearly jumps hearing Henry get up. He doesn't understand why suddenly everything felt so on edge, why suddenly everything in his head felt tight. He flinched and floated backward.

Henry was sitting up legs over the side of the bed. "William?" He could feel dull shocks throughout his body as he felt William become more erratic. This was going to be a dumb decision. So much for self-control.

Henry blinked, and William was no longer in front of him.

....

William didn't scream, he know he didn't scream, but the laughter. That deep accented laughter maybe knew something he wouldn't admit. He was back in that webbed nest. It was softer, then he gave his friend credit for.

"Now it's not often I get permission to take what I want." That honey soaked accent, rough and deep, caught purple eyes. "Now rabbit, why am I being rewarded?"

William looked up in the dim light. Blood red suspenders stood out against the black fabric of his friend's shirt. The light tapping of spider legs against wood made him involuntary curl closer to himself. "Rewarded?" William nearly jumped as Henry leaped into the nest barely missing him. William swallows the tension. The sheer stress he felt before was gone.

"Rabbit?" Henry growls, leaning over William who just sat up.

William shut his eyes. It felt like his mind was swimming in molasses. "Punishment?" That wasn't the right answer as he felt Henry grab a fist full of his hair.

"Punish you?" Henry growls face close enough. William can feel the hot breath against his neck. "Rabbit, if I wanted that, I wouldn't have you in my nest."

William swallows eyes open, staring into the black shining pits of his friend's eyes. Henry was still pulling his hair, it felt... it felt nice. He didn't understand why it felt nice. It never felt good when Clara hurt him. He bites his lip when Henry releases him.

"Why so quiet?" Henry jumped back up to his stool hunched over, watching over William. He seems to be restraining himself, but William couldn't figure out why.

Henry narrowed his eyes, then then they doubled, and four black eyes stared down at William. His spider legs curled behind him as he leaned over his stool, staring down.

William swallows he tries to stand up, but the nest is too soft, and he falls back. He hugs his knees, looking up at Henry. "I..." He frowns. Did he want to leave? He knew this was deep in his friend's mind, and he didn't know why he was here to begin with. Why did he think Henry was going to hurt him? Henry isn't Clara.

Henry huffed. "Why so sad, Rabbit?"

William looked back up and covered his face. Did his friend's shirt get tighter? He can feel heat against his cheeks. "I'm not sad." He grits his teeth and lays on his back. He was wearing an oversized purple hoodie and sweatpants.

"Your outfit says otherwise, little rabbit." Henry hums summoning a metal nail file for his claws.

William rolled his eyes. "And how would you figure that?"

Henry laughed, and it made William shiver. "My little rabbit, aren't you supposed to be the smart one?" He lets a few sparks fly as he files his claws sharper. "Do you need me to spoon feed you?"

William huffed, sitting back up. "Don't..." He bites his lip. How strong were those claws? How did he come to look like this in his mind? William rubbed his head, Henry had thrown a small wrench at him. "What was that for?"

"Outfit." Henry had a mock innocent look on his face as he continued to sharpen his nails.

"Outfit?" William looked down, and he was wearing a button-up and black slacks. "What did you do?"

"I did nothing, little rabbit." Henry chuckles, leaping down and grabbing William by his shirt, pulling him up to face him.

William swallows again. He wasn't scared. When Clara got like this, she would.... he shook his head and was stopped when Henry put his thumb on his lip again.

"Come now, rabbit. What's with that scared look? Don't tell me you're scared of spiders." Henry removes his thumb, and William's shirt vanishes so he falls back to the nest.

William whines. "Enough of this." His face was red, and he was no longer in a shirt, just stripped down to his boxers. Something clicks, and he sits back up, furrowing his brows. His clothes shift to a purple t-shirt and black cargo shorts.

"Did the little rabbit figure it out?" Henry looms over him and starts to walk around him.

William tracks Henry as he paces around him. "I suppose I have." He shuts his eyes, and when he opens them, the light outside Henry's window was gone. It was night, and Henry was reading a book.

"I apologize, I uh didn't know what else to do." Henry shuts his book and sighs. "I didn't mean to drag you there again."

William smiles. "Is it a nest or a web?"

Henry covers his face. "William, I am not going to answer that."

Before William could ask another question, a knock on the door pulled both men's attention.

Jeremy was at the door smile on his face mirror in one hand. "Hey, Micheal left for the night shift, as you know, so I'm here."

"Hi Jeremy, I told Micheal I'm fine." Henry smiles.

"He's allowed to worry about his favorite uncle." Jeremy chuckles. "Oh, I also got you a few books." He pulls out two books from his pockets. "I hope you like romance."

William raises his brow and floats over. "Why are the covers blocked?"

"Romance is fine, Jeremy." Henry smiles. "How's the museum?"

"Everything is fine. Oh, everyone is excited about the night opening. People have made a little countdown." Jeremy hums. "How are you feeling?"

"Just a little sore now, but I'm fine." Henry shuts his eyes and sighs. "I'm going to work tomorrow."

"I figured as much." Jeremy places the books down on Henry's dresser and places the mirror. "Ah, did he figure out his outfits?"

William blinks and looks own at himself, then back up. "I suppose I have."

"Good for you, Mr. Afton." Jeremy hums. "So, how was your lazy day?"

"I much rather be working on something." Henry sighs. "But I suppose a rest day isn't a bad thing."

[luckhissoul]

now he had said nothing, not a single bloody thing, about her coming to seanchan with him! was she mad! did she think that he needed minding so badly that she was going to drag herself away from the life that she had here, drag herself away from lan when the tow of them were finally together? drag herself all the way to seanchan to mind him? a place that still put collars on women like her, a place that although they had signed the dragon's peace would not change their ways. their system had been in place for centuries, turning that tide was a lot harder than some good luck and ta'veren solutions. he needed something solid, winning a battle here and there did nothing. releasing some of the women from the kennels did nothing. refusing any da'covale made no difference to anyone. they chanted his name with hatred, shame, spite 'knotai'. not destruction to their enemies but to a structure that had serviced nearly everyone in a way that they considered fair. "knotai" as if he had destroyed the empire already. he hadn't, hadn't even knicked the service. the dragon's peace could only protect an outsider female channeler crossing into their territory for so long. if they got any whiff of the power that nynaeve had they'd have a collar o her faster than they could say dragon's peace. tuon would keep her word. but what about the others of the blood? the ones who wanted him dead? and didn't she? his flaming wife, in some ways want him dead, too?

just angry. and he's not sure why the feeling stirs something in him. something that pushes what feels a little like vomit up in his throat. and he feels unsteady suddenly, like he wants to getup and just leave. that'd be easier than sitting here talking about any of this. he was fighting a losing battle. but after altara, after releasing the damane he had taken during the last battle there was no turning back. anger, begging, screaming, a million things he had heard from all of them, the women collared, the people freed. there were men of his that were left dumbfounded by the reaction. he was stumped, torn at. he adjusts the collar at his neck, feeling suffocated. it wasn't the same. he blinks to get the thought out of his head. to focus on the now.

on nynave doing something reckless. light, but back in seanchan there was an unsettling so strong the whole empire seemed to be splitting into three. tuon's portion the largest, those who would usurp her second, and then him, him with the freed slaves and damane, the band, a small enough faction to cause annoyance but nothing more. he had a wife to disappoint and please all at once, a war to fight, and dozens of slaves who either yearned for their chains or were determined to fight the seanchan at times where there was no hope for a win. only death. mindless idiots! and she wanted to hag up another burden on him. he wasn't going to have the time to make sure her bacon didn't get burnt if she went all the way out there! mat cauthon was only one man and he could only be stretched so far.

"can't you just tell me now?" he asks, flashing her one of his winning smile. as easy one. one that would work on just about anyone but her. he knew better. but he's nervous suddenly and the food she gave him feels like it's threatening to come up. removing his hat he sets it on the table. he scrubs his hand back through his hair. "you can't come to seanchan with me….nynaeve, if i'm not around to protect you the first thing they're going to do is throw a collar on your neck dragon's peace or not. it's too dangerous. i won't let you come. i'd rather not have any of your help." but she was a healer, she had dealt with some of the uncollared before. he needed her help. he sets his hat back on his head. "you can't come back with me." he says it firmly. but that's just going to drive her to press more. he should've known better. women didn't like being told what to do. they liked to call the shots even if they didn't know what kind of light forsaken place they were stepping into.

The question was one Nynaeve did not fully understand until it finally clicked for her. Women who could channel were collared and abused for something that which she was unable to control in the first place. They placed women, women who also held the spark as small as it was, to be their lord and masters. Making them no more than dogs, perhaps even less than, and using them as nothing but objects in pointless conquest. Nynaeve's gaze narrowed some, deliberately looking away from Mat as her fingers idly picked at at the placemat under her own untouched plate.

Nynaeve knew full well about the collars and what they felt like. She saw Egwene suffer and be forever scarred from being under the strain of one. She had felt the horrid feelings of the Forsaken Moghedien every time she snapped the connected bracelet around her wrist. Even now, Nynaeve felt a shiver of revulsion from the idea of it ( still remembering some of the sick satisfaction she held keenly for Moghedien to suffer as she did ), that still did not rectify the Light-blasted thing. Elayne learned it, found how it worked, but Nynaeve would rather be rid of the damnable things than have to ever deal with them again. She disliked the Aes Sedai as much as the rest of them, but to this point? It was hardly called sanity in her mind.

Mat bringing up now...well, she could hardly feel bad for the plight of the Seanchan. They were quick to find out once Rand took care of the Dark One that their ways would not fight within this new world. Not after what they did, or continue to do with their female channelers. But it was still Mat. She could hardly not help him when it seemed that it was necessary. It would not be the first time—

❛ The way I see it, ❜ Nynaeve started to say slowly as she retracted her hand and looked back at Mat. ❛ There is a good chance that half of those women are not mad as say...male channelers once held the threat of being. Would even say most of them are just angry and find their freedom to be something to use against the ones who chained them in the first place. ❜ Her hands sat neatly on her lap, a finger slowly twisting the Aes Sedai ring. ❛ But if it's true madness, then I cannot put it right. What they need more is a system that would support them, make living easier for them. Herbs and Healing cannot help, unfortunately. I have tried... But knowing you, it's the former, yes? I will help, but you may not like what I'll say once I get to Seanchan with you. ❜

[samdeancass]

Pet Names

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Pairing: Sam Winchester x fem!reader

Genre: Smut

Characters: Sam, Y/N, Dean

Description: Sam has found a particular thing that always manages to turn Y/N on.

You were sitting at the table in the kitchen, eating your breakfast and researching your next case on your phone with Dean sitting opposite you, inhaling his bacon and egg.

“Jesus, Dean. Slow down!” He leaned back, punched his chest and let out a loud burp, smirking at you. “I will never slow down when it comes to bacon, it tastes too good.” You shook your head and turned your attention back to your phone when Sam came into the kitchen. He wrapped his arm around your shoulders and kissed the top of your head.

“Good morning, angel.” You immediately stiffened up and silently sent daggers to Sam as he walked past you towards the coffee pot. He knew exactly what he was doing with saying that name. 

He walked back around and sat beside you, running his hand up and down your leg. Taking a sip of his coffee, Sam looked over at your phone. “What you looking at, baby doll? Researching for the case?” This time you were able to see the devious smirk on his face as the pet name slipped past his lips.

You let out a quiet groan and crossed your legs in an attempt to stop the damp patch forming in your underwear. You turned and furrowed your eyebrows, sliding your phone over to him. “Take a look for yourself, Sam.” To try and ease the sensation building up, you walked over to the sink and got a glass of water. 

“This looks good, princess. We’ll set out later today, after we’ve gathered everything we need.” You turned around and glared at Sam before storming out of the kitchen towards your shared bedroom. Dean looked up from his second helping of breakfast, completely bewildered by your reaction.“What’s gotten into her?” Sam shrugged his shoulders as he got up and followed you to your bedroom. 

As soon as he set foot through the door, you jumped on him. “You know exactly what you’re doing to me, Sam Winchester, now help me fix it.”  Sam had his arms out ready to catch you and turned you both around, pushing you against the door. “Gladly, baby girl.” Your hands traveled to his hair, pulling at the shorter strands at the nape of his neck as your lips attacked his hungrily. He growled in response and pushed you further against the door, leaving no room for you to move.

His large hands squoze your ass as his tongue began fighting yours for dominance. He but your bottom lip, causing you to squeak and for him to win the battle. Lips locked together, he carried you over to the bed and threw you down, your breath leaving you for a second. Sam was quick to attach your lips again, his hands taking advantage of your body underneath his. 

He lifted up your top and found that you weren’t wearing a bra. He growled lower this time and sucked hungrily on your nipple, a low groan escaping your lips. Your hands found their way back into his hair, threading and pulling as hard as you could. With his free hand, he took yours and placed them above your head.

“If you keep doing that, baby, I’m gonna cum in my pants right now.” He began to knead the other breast as he continued to suck on your nipple. He turned his attention to the other one, giving it the same treatment. When your breaths began to get raspier, he stopped and began to take off your pants and underwear, licking his lips at the sight he seen.

“Your so wet for me already. Your so needy for me. Those pet names really do something to you, don’t they, princess?” He palmed himself over his pants before kneeling down and completely devouring your pussy. His tongue was doing things to you that you never thought was possible, leaving you writhing around the bed with the overstimulation. The familiar feeling knotted in your stomach as Sam continued to fuck you with his tongue. 

He sensed you were close and stood up, ripping off his pants and underwear. You let out a groan and shot him a dangerous glare. “Why’d you stop, I was so close!” He leaned back down on you, his warm breath fanning your face. “I want to see you cum all over my cock.” With no warning, he pushed inside you up to the hilt, groaning as he felt your walls fit him so perfectly.

“You feel so good, baby girl.” Beads of sweat were forming on your forehead. “Sam, I need you to move.” He leaned back down and attacked your lips as he pushed out and then back in, more rough than usual, hitting your spot perfectly. Hearing you moan and groan underneath him only spurred Sam on, going faster and harder, the sounds like a song to his ears.

Your back arched off the bed as Sam hit your spot over and over again, harder each time. Your nails left angry red lines across his back as you felt the familiar feeling return in your stomach. “I’m...gonna...” “Cum, princess, cum all over my cock.” You immediately let go, a loud scream escaping your lips. Sam came a few seconds after, spurting white streams inside you.

Sam stayed inside you for a few minutes as you both came down from your highs. He lay down on top of you, kissing your bare stomach as your hands threaded through his hair. “You always look so beautiful like that, baby. You’re just amazing.” “You weren’t too bad yourself, handsome.” He smiled up at you before pulling out and rolling over to the other side, opening his arms for you. 

You accepted his invitation and shuffled over, resting your head on his chest, He kissed the top of your head as his fingers danced over your naked back. A quiet knock sounded on your door.

“If you’ve both finished...canoodling with each other, I would like to think it’s time to leave for the hunt. Just whatever you do, please don’t do...that in the motel. Those walls are paper thin and I’d rather not hear my brother having sex.” You both giggled at Dean and rolled out of the bed to get dressed again.

“Oh princess, I can guarantee, we will definitely be doing that; even if it’s to piss him off.” He wiggled his eyebrows at you and you laughed, throwing his pants and underwear over to him. 

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You are not a burden

pairing: matt murdock x f!reader

words: 2306

warnings: Hard of Hearing character (based on my own experiences as a HoH person), fluffy fluff, jokes about using the “disability” card, other lighthearted Blind and HoH jokes, this also comes from an AU my bestie and i made where Criminal Minds is lowkey in the same universe we’re interns with the BAU and she is with reid and im with matt oops maybe we’ll share more idk, vulnerability from the author (ew), matt being the absolute king he is

a/n: in which the author, me, finally writes a self indulgent piece. i had a really hard time deciding which perspective to write this in but i decided to keep it in first person because this is in fact something i wrote for myself. there’s no use of names so feel free to change the POV in your head. but i wrote this about my own experiences and it’s really a love letter to matt murdock. i fell in love with Daredevil because, for the first time, i saw a character who didn’t let their disability be a burden. it gave him his strength. that’s something i didn’t grow up with. so here is me being open about my own path and in a way, showing you just how i see matt. thanks DD for reminding me i’m not a burden and that you can joke and live with it instead of hiding it away and denying help. but also, sir you gotta listen to your own advice.

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My morning routine was quite simple…

Roll out of bed at 7am, threatening to throw the phone at the wall for waking me up at such a god awful time

Make my way to the kitchen where the much needed caffeine found itself

Start the espresso machine. Usually, I chose one shot, but today, even three wouldn't be enough.

Eat whatever I can find in the pantry because I most likely haven't gotten groceries in over a week (praying I refilled the bagel assortment).

Make my coffee; two shots of espresso, half and half, vanilla flavoring and a pinch of cinnamon.

Get dressed for work; Business attire was required however the boss never minds the occasional jeans with a cardigan combo.

This routine lasted a good bit and always left me ready to leave for work by 8:15am. However mornings with Matt never let me be punctual. This altered my morning routine just a tad bit.

Roll out of bed at 7:25 after finally ripping myself out of Matt’s arms.

Make my way to the kitchen, leading the blind to where the caffeine is (it’s much needed with the fact that we didn't get much sleep).

Start my espresso machine. Prepare to make two cups.

Attempt to impress my boyfriend by making a nice breakfast with eggs, bacon and bagels (never ends up having two of those options so we decide on everything bagels).

Get tangled up in Matt’s arms as we drink the coffee I made us (little does Matt know he always drinks out of a mug I got him that says “Handsome Devil”. It’s my secret).

Get dressed for work; decide on wearing a nice silk blouse with the pencil skirt because it’s Matt’s favorite material and he always has the cutest reaction to it “Silk? Good choice, you should wear silk more often. It's as close to your soft skin as it gets” and usually ends with him embracing me once more so I can't escape.

This morning was no different in the sense that it was 8:15 and I still found myself in the embrace of my boyfriend. His head was nuzzled in the crease of my neck, his favorite place as it allowed him to feel and hear my heartbeat more clearly, arms wrapped lazily around my waist. I had one hand on his back and the other in his hair as we slightly swayed back and forth.

“I hate when you have to leave while I’m here.” He mumbled in my neck.

“I know. I’m sorry, love. But it’s the same when I’m at your place. I don’t want to leave either.”

“You don’t have to, you know?”

“Have you met my boss?” I questioned, ruffling his hair a bit as I pulled away, intending to grab my bag. He gets what I’m trying to do and pulls me back in, this time my head is against his chest.

“I have and he loves me. Just tell him you have a meeting with your lawyer and it's important because he's only in Quantico once a month.”

“Pfft, who also happens to be my boyfriend. I’m pretty sure there’s something called a Conflict of Interest? Technically Foggy is my lawyer and I don’t see him here.” I pulled back again, kissing him in reassurance.

“Fine, leave me then. What else is there for me, a sad blind man, to do while his girlfriend is gone?” He placed a hand over his chest and pouted his lips. The pity party was amusing.

“Not the blind card. What does that have to do with anything?”

“Tell them I needed assistance making my way around town. I’ll sue them for denying me accessibility.”

“Smart choice, sue the FBI.”

“I’m a lawyer, sweetheart. I can win.”

“You're also the Devil of Hell’s Kitchen and using the blind card will only get you so far. I work with profilers for a living, let’s not draw too much attention to that.”

“I’m not the only one who uses a disability card! What happened when you were in New York and you told Foggy I was too busy helping the Deaf to go in for work? I don’t think it’s fair.”

“Okay I didn’t say Deaf…”

“But you did say, “basically deaf when I don't wear my hearing aids'' which you were going to leave without them anyways.” He shrugs, a small bit of disappointment lingers in his voice and the tone changes in the room.

This back and forth was typical in our relationship. I lead the blind and he leads the Hard of Hearing. What a pair we make. I lost 40% of my hearing when I was a baby so I subconsciously adapted and made up for the sounds I couldn’t hear. The same way that when Matt became blind, he learned to use his other senses to make up for his sight so much that he can be more productive as a human being than someone with 20/20 vision. When I wear my hearing aids, it's almost as if I gained back 30% of my hearing. The problem however, I never used to wear them as a kid. I would take them out the second I got on the bus and would refuse any accommodations. I wanted to be normal. This created a horrible habit or lack of when it came to wearing them. It wasn’t until I met Matthew that I started embracing my impairment, but it didn’t mean old habits disappeared.

With a heavy sigh, I walked back to my room where my hearing aids sat. They were obviously charged as they haven't been taken off the charger in a month since the last time Matt was here. Taking them out of the charging pod, I placed them into my ears and tried to hide the grimace of discomfort shown on my face. The problem with not wearing your hearing aids often means when you do, the foreign object does nothing but give you discomfort.

When the speakers came to life, the world was louder. Now, I could hear the slight drone that layered over the city outside my walls. There were birds outside of the apartment that I didn’t notice normally. It was like the whole city was awake now that I finally mustered the courage to listen to it. It was almost too loud for me. It’s like if you lived your entire life on volume level 2 and all of the sudden it was level 8. It was almost too much to function sometimes because the sounds were overwhelming.

I could hear the wood creaking underneath Matt’s feet as he quietly entered the bedroom. Normally I wouldn’t hear him until he was right up behind me. It's a part of the vigilante boyfriend package. Coming up behind me, he put his hands around my arms and slightly caressed them. He knew what it was like to feel overwhelmed by the sounds around you. He just had more practice controlling it.

“It’s okay, sweetheart. Just listen to my voice and take a few deep breaths. You just need to adjust.” It usually took a few minutes before this level of hearing would be comfortable. The discomfort would last about thirty minutes before you forgot they were in your ears.

“God, I hate this.”

“I know.”

“I try to act as if my hearing is not as bad as it really is. But wearing my hearing aids always reminds me just how shitty it is.” I laid my head back on his shoulders, a heavy sigh leaving my chest.

Denial was the easy route. I always took it. When I was younger, I’d refuse Close Captions and sit in the back of the classroom out of spite. I learned to ignore the bullying because theyre the stupid ones cause I’m not deaf, I hear perfectly fine. I hated getting called out of class for speech therapy. I always made sure I had straight A’s in class so teachers wouldn’t give me a second thought. If I wore my hearing aids, I’d style my hair down so they weren't seen. Denial was always the easiest route. Especially when you told yourself others have it worse.

“It’s shitty because it gives you a glimpse of what it could be normally. Sometimes I wish I was born blind so I never had a taste of what I miss now. Every morning when I open my eyes, part of me hopes I’d see the ceiling, or look over and see the sun glistening on your skin, maybe I’d even get to see your smile. It's easy to deny when you tell yourself you're fine. Sure my other senses help me see the world more clearly than most. But I’d be lying if I said it doesn’t stop me from praying to God I could see the sun rise one more time or see your face when you laugh. Man, I love hearing you laugh.” His arms wrapped around my shoulders and I held onto his forearm, trying to hold back tears. I failed. There it was again.

Others have it worse, who were you to complain.

“Okay well now I feel bad complaining to a blind man” you laughed, wiping a tear. Lighting up the conversation.

“You never have to feel bad. Your struggles are real struggles. It doesn’t need to be a certain level of extremity to be considered worse. Never compare yourself to anyone else. You always put everyone’s needs in front of yours and you are scared to ask for help or admit your struggling. Never be afraid to let me in and tell me what you're struggling with. I might not be able to take it away from you but I promise to always be there for you just like you always are for me.” I turned around and pulled him back into a hug. He happily accepted it, taking one of the curls from my hair into his hand and coiling it around his finger. An acknowledgement to the fact that he couldn't run his hands through my curly hair when it took me thirty minutes and a handful of gel to tame it for work.

“I love you, Matty.”

“I love you, too.” He kissed my temple and added some space between us. “What time is it?” My watch lit up saying it was 8:45.

“Shit, He is gonna kill me.”

“Again, we’re allowed to pull the disability card” He shrugged. I slightly punched his chest.

“Shut up, Murdock. You don’t have one. It was taken away from you when you became superhuman.”

“I’m not superhuman.”

“Sometimes you spook me out with the things you can do” I began walking back to the main living area.

“Like what?” Matt asked, following behind me.

“Like how you knew I wasn’t wearing my hearing aids without any physical proof.” I argued.

“I couldn't hear the feedback from the speakers when I hugged you earlier. They always make a really high pitch noise when I hug you if you’re wearing them. Your speech is less clear too when you don’t wear them. It’s not that noticeable to a normal ear, but you speak more clearly with them on.”

“Exactly! That’s spooky, that's a frequency only dogs and superhumans can hear.” I said, grabbing my bag once again and throwing it over my shoulders. I laughed off the comment about my speech as it was an insecurity of mine. I knew Matt meant well so it was a chance for me to not hold onto it. With a smirk that never seems to leave his face, Matt closed the space between us again.

“But you love me” he was almost singing the phrase to me. Swinging us back and forth.

“Yes I do, but I also love having a job. I will be back around six, okay? We can go to that Thai place you liked when I get back.” He kissed my forehead before giving me a peck on the lips.

“That sounds amazing. And hey… I don’t want to pressure you or feel like I'm getting onto you. I just know wearing them is a habit you need to create because it will help you not feel as stressed and burnt out all the time. It’s okay to depend on something that helps you feel better. I love you and I always want you to feel comfortable with yourself. You are beautiful. You are smart. You are kind. A disability is not a hindrance. You are not a burden okay? I’m a hypocrite I know. But you deserve the love you give me and everyone around you. I love you. Now go tell your boss about that meeting with your annoying lawyer, okay?”

Crying and laughing was not in my plan for this morning but here I was, wiping off my fresh mascara. I almost called right then and there and told my boss I wasn’t coming in. But tomorrow was my actual day off and i needed to go work and apply the words Matt told me.

“You always know what to say. You’re an angel, Matt.”

“Really? I’ve only heard the exact opposite lately.” His smile somehow got wider. The creases next to his eyes become visible. I didn’t see his eyes most of the time because he hid them behind his own shield.

“I love your eyes. Especially when you smile, Matt. I don't know why you always hide them.” Now his face was just as red as his glasses.

“Come here, sweetheart.” The kiss was so gentle yet so intense. A silent thank you.

“I’ll see you later.”

“I’ll hear you later.”

The time I had with Matt wasn’t much. Between the distance, my job, Matt’s job, Daredevil… We only saw each other once or twice a month. But when we are blessed with moments together, they never fail to make me want more. They remind us just how sacred the little things are. It’s so important to hold onto the people that care for you, don't judge you, and love you for who you really are. It’s those kinds of people that show you how to love yourself.