#this hug devastates me in ways I can't explain

[liloslittlethings]

lilo backstage before louis' x factor performance 8 years ago❤️‍🩹

[re-lmayer]

i can't afford rent because of my abusive ex and desperately need help. if i don't pay, it will cause a domino effect where i'll be homeless, lose my emotional support animals, and eventually i can be sued and my paypal account seized. i'll also fail this college semester, which will mess up all my student grant funding and getting a degree

i'm disabled and was recently hospitalized for a nervous breakdown, and stress is making me sick. i've been diagnosed with an ulcer

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more context under the cut. it will be updated as things change

my ex boyfriend is an abusive alcoholic. he's raped me, tried to medically neglect me, stranded me at our new apartment alone with no food and a clogged toilet, and most recently refuses to pay any rent and is content to allow me to become homeless despite legal obligation

i have been granted a hud/section 8 housing voucher, but to use it a unit must pass inspection

the apartment i applied for didn't pass, and needed repairs. the landlord told me he'd accept the first applicant that could pay first month rent and a huge deposit. the housing authority told me i'd lose my voucher if i didn't proceed with this exact unit

originally, i was supposed to be on my own. but i was shoved between a rock and a hard place with the voucher and deposit. i couldn't afford the deposit despite friends crowdfunding for me, so... i asked my boyfriend for help

he needed a place to go himself, because he broke his lease bringing me and my cats in. (i was unaware of this, and had no suspicion he'd do something that would compromise his 2 bed/bath apartment)

my doctor also prescribed caregiver after my hospitalization so it seemed mutually beneficial from a financial standpoint, even if i wasn't enthused about it

we couldn't afford movers, so over the course of march we'd been moving things by the carload ourselves. the queen bed was too big, so the night before last he informed me he was dumping it while he had help from a friend to move it. i had a bedframe and mattress from the last place i'd lived, but it had already been taken to the new place. i thought we'd agreed i'd basically move in to the new place early so i'd have somewhere to sleep

come saturday night, i messaged him that the toilet was clogged. he refused to bring a snake, and told me i was using him because i don't hug and kiss him enough. (i'm a csem victim, asexual, and autistic and don't like physical affection)

he's decided he doesn't want to proceed with the unit, and it hasn't passed the inspection, so my voucher doesn't cover it yet. i can't afford the rent out of pocket, and i'm broke because i'm disabled. we agreed he'd pay rent until the voucher kicked in, then he would be added to it as my caregiver, because he'd take me to medical appointments, ensure i get my medication on time, ensure i'd and bathe, etc.

but that ship has sailed. now i'm left in a lurch, and desperately need help. a large portion of the security and pet deposits were nonrefundable, so all the previous effort would go to waste if i can't stay

because i was recently hospitalized, i don't know how i'll survive homelessness. my cats are prescribed emotional support animals, and losing them would be devastating

these are text messages from when he refused to bring the snake and dumped me:

after this, he proceeded to continuously ignore me when i'd bring up rent, that he's on the lease, and going to the bank to pay the landlord

he never responded to the above and then proceeded to act like nothing happened

he didn't respond to any of these except agreement to let me get my cats with the help of someone from my weekly ywca meetings

he is now proceeding to STILL not respond or accept responsibility despite me explaining to him in great detail what the repercussions will be if he doesn't help pay rent. he continues to say "you"

as of august 29, i don't have enough to pay the rent on my own, but i am keeping all of these text messages to present in eviction court if it comes to that. i also intend to take my ex to small claims court

the landlord's maintenance guy also """plunged the toilet""" after leaving me without a working one for five days, and after i was informed there was a problem with the entire complex's pipes. i was not here, so i can't vet if it was true. they """plunged""" without permission, and then sent me an invoice after the fact. i also can't afford this fee, and find it predatory in nature. the maintenance company is owned by the landlord

i have reached out to legal aid to ask about the legality of the landlord handling the situation like this. i will reach out to them again if i get an eviction notice

[tracklessreason]

Hi. It's me again.

WHERE THE FRICK IS BUMBLEBEE?! Sorry, let me calm down and retry.

Thank you for answering my last ask, I can't help but notice how no one knows where Bee's ghost is. And Megatron is the one looking into the Matrix... Is he haunting Megatron? Trying to stop him from doing it? Helping him?

Is Optimus's ghost following Ratchet around like a sad puppy?

Also just the pairings- Jazz with Megatronus? THat sounds... like fun.

Do the primes miss the other Primes and ask their host if they can check on the other bots that got shrapeneled? Maybe one of them asks if they can find a way to talk with the others... or maybe they can talk trough the hosts... maybe... (ah ah possessed arc)

(PS I really vibe with Hive's whole deal, he is very cool :D and I'm devastated that I'm the one that discovered how he explodes)

Hug hug!

Hi again!!! Don't worry, Bee is still here!

His spirit is just...struggling. He's weak at first, flickering like a dying light bulb. He hasn't left the fractured core of the Matrix still in his corpse, but his soul signature is so weak no one can find him. He's just sort of trapped there for a while, in the burnt out room he died in. Until Megatron of course.

Megatron breaks into the autobot base, walks past every sleeping mech he could easily have snuffed, and steals the Matrix core, and by unintentional extension, steals Bumblebee. Now at first, Bee is rightfully upset. He hates being at the gloomy decepticon base, he hates Megatron for taking his voice, he's just mad. Time passes as Megatron tinkers with the core, and Bee regains strength enough to....throw things???

It shouldn't be possible. Somehow this unstable remnant of the Matrix doesn't contain him, but merely houses him, and as he grows stronger, he can appear as an apparition to Megatron. He uses it almost solely to hinder him. With no voice (even ghost Bee gets no respite) all he can really do is mess up Megatron's workspace and insult him through pantomime. Really he doesn't understand why Megatron puts up with it, but aside from the occasional fit of rage at his antics, the decepticon leader ignores him as much as possible and puts his all into trying to restore the Matrix.

Before long he starts having one sided conversations with Bumblebee. Its mostly complaints at first, and insults towards him and the autobots and whatever else goes wrong in his life outside of this little workshop Bee cant leave. It soon gives way to more private matters; intentionally or not, Megatron is revealing his very convoluted, very mixed feelings about Optimus Prime.

The war has gone on too long, why couldn't that idiot just see things from his perspective, he deserved to die, he will be brought back, how could his oldest friend just leave him like this...

To Bee it sounds...exactly like how Optimus felt about Megatron, just drowned in molten anger issues. Against his self preservation instinct, Bee decides to work towards putting this whole mess to bed. Nothing better to do.

With what limited knowledge and communication he has, he does his best to try and help Megatron fix the Matrix. They have spats still, and plenty of set backs, but things smooth over when Megatron (begrudgingly) admits to feelings of regret over taking Bee's voice. As an olive branch, Bee explains something to Megatron that he's been dying to know: how Optimus died.

Things sour fast. Megatron is determined to murder Starscream, Bee is frustratedly trying to explain that if he does so, this little partnership of convenience is over, and he will ensure that the Matrix is never restored. The end of the war relies almost solely on Megatron reeling in his damn anger, and Bee doesnt intend to allow any slip ups. He has no idea how this will end when Megatron leaves the workshop that night.

On the other side of things, the Primes are having a real...weird time?? The ones without hosts can communicate with each other, but the other four are basically cut off from all but their hosts. They don't have the ability to take control anymore, and even if they did, their hosts are nowhere near as easy to possess, nor as willing, as Hive Prime was. Ratchet especially has threatened to tear the Matrix metal from his frame and grind it to dust if Prima so much as thinks about trying it. The other three hosts are similarly put off.

Once again the Primes are relegated to giving advice, but it's not advice anyone seems to want, and yeah, it's mostly because of the wild pairings. Megatronus is constantly clutching his pearls over Jazz's laid-back attitude and deliberate ignorance of his wishes. Prima's calm rationality does little to temper Ratchet's snappy demeanor and only really gets on his nerves (how can you be so calm after what you all did?). Ironhide straight up refuses to acknowledge Quintus. Drift is probably the only one feeling alright with all this. Alpha Trion is generally reasonable, and isn't interested in having control over Drift's form, nor was he interested in it with Hive, so they just vibe like college roommates.

It's uncomfortable, but the Primes are used to sharing space. The worst part is actually sharing it with fewer mechs than usual. The Primes all miss each other to varying degrees, but for the most part are either too egotistical to admit it, or think it improper to mention.

Of course, grand prize for worst ghost time currently goes to Optimus. Dying, watching Bee suffer, feeling his friend's life force extinguish...

He might as well be a husk right now, full on silent treatment is all he's capable of at the moment. The other Primes know better than to try and speak with him. This is their doing to begin with, the channeling of their energy that strained Bee so heavily. Optimus follows the elected council around during the days, but at night he sits outside the room where Hive's body rests. He was there the night that Megatron broke in.

It takes immense effort to travel far enough out from the base to go see Megatron, and he needs several cycles to recover after every attempt, but he keeps doing it, knowing he could fade away permanently. When he gets there, he's too weak for Bee or Megatron to detect him. But he can hear their talks. He misses them both more than words can say.

(Sorry the response is so long, lol. This ask really got the gears turning in my head. I hope at least that makes up for being the one to find out that Ending 3 Hive dies bloody. I'm really flattered to hear you like him! For me that's quite high praise coming from you. Hug hug!)

[vickytaa]

I can't escape the way I love you. C.S.

based on "I love you" by Billie Eilish

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Chris and y/n have been dating for a couple of months, but they never made it official, and that didn't use to bother either of them. Well.. only at first.

She knew from the beginning that Chris wasn't into relationships and that he was a player, but she didn't listen at all. She was blinded by love.

They went on dates, talked for hours, gave each other's little details like love notes, and obviously made out, they even held each other's hand on public, just like a couple.

And it was great for both of them. They loved spending time together. Until her parents and friends started to ask when they would make it real; I mean, it was real, everything between the two of them, the love, the teasing, the joy... but they weren't actually dating. They weren't a couple. They were just... people who do things like a couple but aren't?

It was complicated. She was really into him, and he was too, but he was scared of commitment and everything that comes with being in a relationship.

On the other hand, she was looking forward to it. She has done everything to become his. Unfortunately, it wasn't enough. Honestly, it was tiring; trying so hard to get something that you know is not possible over and over again, failing repeatedly.

And when she tried to talk about it with Chris, he would just brush her off and leave, or sometimes he would try to explain why he was so scared, but he'd get frustrated and yell at her. Most of the times she would end up crying alone while he silently leaves.

Last night, they were cuddling and watching a movie when this thought passed through her mind. She knew it wasn't going to end well, but everything was hurting her so much.

"Chris..." She said, looking up to meet Chris's gaze. "Yes, sweetheart?" He knew what was about to happen. The fight, the cries, the silence, the yells. "I... I can't take this anymore." She says, adjusting herself so now she's sitting right in front of him.

They were face to face, each other's gaze interlocked. The tension in the air grew heavier. The look in her eyes was full of pain, filled with unspoken hurtful things.

"I- we..." She took a deep breath and continued speaking, "This is not good for me. I know your fears, but this is killing me. I- I don't want this anymore." She says, tears rolling down her cheeks non-stop. Chris looks down to his lap, breaking the eye contact.

"But... I want to be with you," He said. She was a bit surprised by his response. "Me too, Chris. But not... not this way. I'm sorry." She said, getting up from the bed and starting to grab her things. "If you want to be with me then, alright, I'm here, tell me you love me." She said, her voice cracked.

It hurts. It really hurts to see her crying, wanting to hug her and tell her everything is going to be alright, but it wasn't. He has talked about his feelings with her and his brother to see what he could do to fear them, but when he was able to do it, he would regret and leave.

He remains silent. He didn't want her to leave, but he also didn't want to fight his fears yet. Her chest tightens with his silent answer. She looks at Chris, wanting to believe this wasn't real and everything is fine. She was devastated and knew she had to end up things with Chris, so she did it.

She left

Today, y/n and her friends were talking at lunch about today's party at Freddy's. Everyone was going, there'll be tons of alcohol and probably drugs. Which sounded perfect for Y/n. She was super excited. Suuuuper.

"You have to go. Everyone's going, " Anna said, giving her sandwich a big bite. "No thanks, it is not my thing," Y/n said. She knew Chris was going to be there. Her friends insisted on her until she accepted. (She was forced).

The day went on, and the only thing that remained in her mind was Chris.

A love fading slowly, torn at the heart. The words drowning in a sea of doubts without being able to come to the surface. Her eyes, mirrors of a weary soul. His eyes reflect the fear that separated them.

She feels trapped in a maze with no way back. Only memories of the two of them remain, like decay. Tangled in shadows, hearts torn apart.

Love is a cruel game that makes us suffer and climb.

She wasn't the type that let's anyone see right through. But with Chris... He saw her. Really saw her. He even saw that she only wanted to hear those 3 words from him.

3 words, 8 letters.

And that was it. No more doubts, arguments, crying, anger, no more nothing. And yet, he didn't say it.

7:32 pm.

She decided she had to go clear her mind and maybe laugh a bit with her friends. It's been a while since she last laughed.

She got dressed, but her thoughts kept circling back to the same place. She tried to convince herself that she didn't love him anymore, but what a lie that was. He was everything to her, her first love. But why does love hurt so much? Maybe they were right when they said that broken people break others.

She drove to the party, got out of the car and stood there, frozen in front of the door. She took a deep breath and finally went inside. She quickly found her friends and they started to enjoy the night.

About an hour had passed since she arrived. Now the music was a bit slower, so she decided to take a break. She leaned against the kitchen counter, looking around, trying to find a familiar face.

Her gaze found him. A girl sat on his lap. Hands all over her body. She felt fire running through her veins. And all of a sudden, his eyes, once two stars that only shone for her, were now fixed on another. A kiss, soft as rose petals, stolen, insignificantly. The world stood still, spinning around that image that pierced her like an arrow.

She had built castles in the air with her love, dreaming of shared laughter and knowing glances. But now, those castles were crumbling, leaving behind a sea of sadness. Every brick of illusion, every window of hope, turned into a fragment of a broken heart.

As their lips separated, the blue eyes landed on her. Even with the music blaring, her heart's rhythm slowed to a mournful beat. A shroud of betrayal and deceit cast a shadow over her soul.

Her chest tightened, growing heavier with each passing moment. Today, a love once vibrant was shattered. Her mind raced, a whirlwind of thoughts, questions, and uncertainties.

A lump formed in her throat, and it felt like she was drowning in the silence that surrounded her. All those around her seemed to fade into the background.

Her body was failing her. The suffocating grip of anxiety and despair urged her to flee that place. With dwindling strength, she stumbled toward the exit. Tears that had once sparkled with joy were now a torrent of agony, sorrow, and resentment.

Yet, she couldn't bring herself to blame him; she knew her love was unrequited. Her anger turned inward, a bitter indictment of her own capacity for such profound affection.

Chris unceremoniously pushed the girl away and chased after Y/n. A whirlwind of emotions swirled within him, but all that truly mattered was her. He'd never intended to become this person, yet he found himself trapped in this role. As they stood outside, gasping for air, their hearts felt like shattered glass, slowly piecing themselves back together.

He tried to grasp her delicate wrist, but she retreated. "No," Y/n whispered, her voice barely a breath. Her heart, once vibrant, was now a flickering ember. The haunting scenes played on repeat in her mind.

This is why Chris can't say 'I love you'; it's because he doesn't truly mean it.

"I... I'm sorry. I truly want to change, but..." Chris began, but Y/n's voice cut through his words, "No, Chris! You don't understand! There's nothing you can do to change-" Her voice trembled. The music faded into the background, replaced by the symphony of their broken hearts.

"I can't escape the way I love you! And... and... I don't want to..." Y/n continued, her tears a relentless downpour. The boy's heart, hanging by a thread, was slowly being severed. "But I love you... and it's killing me"

She turned around and started walking home with her head bowed, feeling as if the weight of the world rested on her shoulders. The dry leaves crunched beneath her feet, mimicking the sound of her broken heart. Every step was a pang in her soul, a reminder of what she had lost.

Night enveloped her in a cloak of darkness, the same as she felt inside. The stars, once so bright and close, now seemed distant and cold. She wondered if she would ever feel the warmth of his love again.

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[sivyera]

10 things Edward Cullen loves about you

edward c. x fem!reader wanings: none! just edward being a simp and a lots of fluff, like a lot of

To be clear, Edward loves every. single. part. of. you. In his eyes you are just perfect. There is nothing on you, that he wouldn't find perfect or beautiful. But he somehow sorted it out and wrote down what he loves most about you. Even though he loves everything about you.

Your height - it may sounds weird bur please let me explain. He loves your height because you are much shorter then him, no matter how tall you are you are still smaller then him. So whenever he hugs you, he can rest his chin on your head and he feels like he's protecting you.

Your laugh - especially if he's the one who made you laugh. It's like music to his ears and he can listen to it forever. So sometimes he starts tickle you out of nowhere just to hear you laugh. And he always laugh with you.

Your smile - he just love when you smile at him. Like when you wake up and look at him with messy hair, sleepy eyes and beautiful smile full of love. Or when he says something flirty and you scoff and then smile. Or when he picks you up in his volvo and you say 'hi' with the biggest and brightest smile, he can't help but smile too.

Your voice - it's music to his ears same as your laugh. You can talk about anything and he will still listen with hearts in his eyes. You can talk about how your day went or how much you love this and that, he really doesn't care he just wanna hear your voice. But his favourite thing to listen is when you talk about how much you love him.

Your body - he loves how your body looks and it reacts when he touches you. He is cold but not uncomfortably cold yk, like refreshing cold. So when he softly traces his fingers on your body and you shiver a bit, oh god he just loves it! He likes every part of your body.

Your face -he just finds your face incredibly beautiful. Every single time when he looks at you he just wanna kiss you all over your face. The beauty you hold is something magical to him, something he didn't believe existed, yet here you are with the most beautiful face in the whole world.

Your eyes - he can get lost in them for hours. He cannot get enough of the way how your eyes sparkle when you look at something you like. And he never miss the way they sparkle and get bigger when you look at him, how much love they hold when you look at him. And he looks at you the same way like you, maybe with more love;)

Your scent - it's like a drug to him. I mean it, whenever he smells your scent, he cannot think about anything else then you. You are his blood singer which means he loves the scent of your blood as well and it's like a drug to him same as your human scent. So he loves when he can just wrap his arms around you and bury his face into your neck so he can smell you.

Your touch - it doesn't matter where are you touching him, just touch him. Your touch is as addictive as your scent. Even small touches like holding pinkies. But he is over the moon when you play with his hair. It's so relaxing to him and if he could he would fall asleep. He may start 'purring' but don't mention it, because he will deny it.

Your soul - your beautiful kind soul. He's happy that you accepted him because he was really insecure, because imagining you leaving him or worst being scared of him when he told you he was a vampire was devastating. But you didn't, you stayed with him and you love him unconditionally as he loves you. He considers himself very VERY lucky to have you as his soulmate.

[noellawrites]

The Concert - Yandere!Marcus White x Younger!reader

summary: Marcus seizes an opportunity to join you at a concert, but gets jealous when he realizes you have a crush on the lead singer. Marcus does what he has to to make sure you go home with the right guy tonight.

warnings: alcohol use, non/dub-con touching, kissing and fingering, age gap (15-ish years), possessiveness

requested by: @wicked1will0sparkles

Ever since your first day at Cloud 9 when you had met Cheyenne, the two of you barely went anywhere without the other.

You two were close in age, always had weekly sleepovers and you had been right by her side when she took the pregnancy test that ended up positive.

So you were completely devastated when she bailed on your sacred, long-anticipated plans for Bo of all people.

“Cheyenne, come on! We bought these tickets like three months ago and my parents won’t let me go alone!�� you whine, crossing your arms over your chest in frustration as you lean against the lockers.

“I’m sorry (y/n), but Bo needs me right now! Who else is gonna hype him up before he gets on stage at Kenny Roper’s bar mitzvah?” she explains with a frown as her hand rests on her bulging stomach.

“Ugh okay, I guess I’ll just sneak out and hope my parents don’t notice,” you shrug.

After Cheyenne walked away, you shove a hand into your locker and feel around for your blue vest, tugging it out angrily.

“Woah, hey, what’s wrong?” you hear a voice ask from behind you. You look to your side, then slightly up, where Marcus White stood next to you with his arms crossed across his broad chest, a concerned expression on his face.

“Oh, I was just supposed to see my favorite band tonight, Shattered Hearts. Chey and I were going together but she had to cancel,” you explain sourly.

“Oh man, I love Shattered Hearts!” Marcus exclaims with a dopey grin.

Truthfully, he'd never listened to the band before. But he wasn't going to miss out on his chance to spend an entire night alone with you.

After you both finished your shifts for the day, you parted ways. You had planned to meet at the small downtown venue once you got changed and ready for the night.

Later on, you gleefully rummaged through your closet, trying to pick out the perfect outfit. Shattered Hearts' lead singer, Tommy Valentine, would be front and center like always so of course you planned on wearing a Tommy-inspired outfit. Ripped white tights, short shorts and a low-cut top (covered by a long coat) and your favorite jewelry pieces to complete the look.

You went for a heavier makeup look than usual, as Shattered Hearts was in the pop-glam-rock vein. It couldn't hurt, making yourself look a bit older and hopefully catching Tommy's eye if you could get close enough to the stage.

"I'm going to the concert with my co-worker tonight so don't worry, I'll be safe!" you yell to your parents as you make your way out of the house and into the evening air.

Once you arrive at the venue, you see Marcus standing outside, leaning against the wall. He immediately brightens up and you don't miss the way his eyes rake over your body from top to bottom.

"Hey, (y/n)! You look... wow!" he laughs, a blush heating up his cheeks. He can't help but look your body up and down once more, taking in the way your white tights stretch over your thighs and your top hugs your body in just the right ways.

"Thanks, Marcus! Here's your ticket," you say, handing him the ticket that was supposed to be Cheyenne's.

"I'm really excited to hear Breathless," you sigh, walking up to the end of the line as Marcus follows.

"Uh, yeah, me too. I'm like— I'm just excited to hear their newest album," he laughs nervously, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Oh, I didn't tell you? This is the anniversary tour for the Rock Solid album, I don't think they'll be performing much of their new stuff," you frown.

Marcus is saved by the security personnel, approaching you both and patting you down as you entered the doorway and handed your tickets to the employee.

"Damn, this place is dark," Marcus laughs, looking around as you step in together.

"C'mon, I wanna get close to the front!" you exclaim, grabbing Marcus' hand and pulling him with you towards the stage.

He barely has time to process your hand on his as he follows you across the dirty, dim room.

"This is perfect, he'll definitely see me here," you say with a smile, looking up at the rusty light above you that illuminated your area. You leaned against the wooden pole next to you which supported the shabby balcony above.

Marcus raises an eyebrow. He? Who was he? Marcus was hoping to at least kiss you tonight, but were you already obsessed with some other guy?

"I'll go get us some drinks," he says, gesturing towards the bar.

"Oh, thanks! I'll keep our spot," you smile, looking down and adjusting your outfit to show off even more skin than it already was. Did you know what you were doing to Marcus? How his skin buzzed whenever you touched, how he imagined leaning down and kissing your lips? How desperately he wanted his hands all over you?

He fumed as he headed over to the bar, ordering some cheap beers and shots of vodka. Who was this asshole you were so obsessed with?

When Marcus returns, you knock back your shots together. Some men in black tee shirts bring equipment onto the stage as the sound of applause echoes through the room.

"So, uh, this guy you want to see you... did you invite someone else tonight?" he asks, trying not to sound like a jerk.

"No, I just think this is the best spot for Tommy Valentine to see me. He's single, just broke up with Maxine McDonald. Did you know the band's guitarist met his girlfriend because she was a fan at one of his shows?" you say excitedly, watching the stage.

Of course. The jerk you were obsessed with was the band's lead singer. Marcus couldn't help but roll his eyes, thankful that you were turned away from him.

"C'mon, drink up. I'll go grab us some more," Marcus says, playfully tilting your beer up in the direction of your mouth. He would need to be a lot drunker if he was gonna watch you lust over some punk poser all night.

By the time Shattered Hearts came onstage, you and Marcus had already finished several drinks. Marcus felt fine, but you already felt woozy, tipsy, almost falling over a few times. Marcus caught you of course, and you leaned on his body as to not embarrass yourself further.

Marcus went to grab another beer for himself, and when he returned, you were clinging onto the wooden pole.

"This one's my favorite," you mumble as Marcus cracks open his fourth beer.

"Yeah? Is it?" he asks, an amused expression on his face.

You nod dumbly and Marcus wraps his warm arm around your waist, the drinks emboldening him.

He looks down at you, your beautiful face illuminated by the dim lighting. He just couldn't help himself anymore. Marcus leans down, pressing his lips to yours and deepening the kiss into a make-out session as your brain catches up and you start to realize what's happening.

His tongue pushes into your mouth, silencing your protests as he traces his warm hands over your shirt. You almost think you're having a bad dream until you hear someone nearby say, "eww!"

It's only as his hands move into your shorts that you're able to push him off of you. He recoils, staring at you with a pissed-off expression.

"Wh-what was that, Marcus?" you exclaim, putting your hands out in front of you to keep him at a distance.

"I thought we—"

"I told you, I'm interested in Tommy!"

"He's way too old for you," Marcus hisses.

"So are you!" you huff, crossing your arms.

"I'll go get us more drinks," he sighs, realizing you've both sobered up a bit.

When he returns, you're miraculously still there, eyes fixed on Tommy.

Marcus keeps his hands to himself for the rest of the concert, suffering more and more as each song thrums and passes. The band wasn't even that good and Tommy Valentine was just some forty-something, washed-up guitarist with eyeliner.

After the concert, Marcus heads to the exit but is surprised that your small hand manages to pull him back.

"We're staying. Tommy usually comes out afterwards if he sees someone he likes. And I definitely seduced him with my eyes. Will you get us a round of shots for when he comes out?" you ask, waving Marcus away as you watch the curtains for any sign of movement.

Twenty minutes pass, the venue almost cleared out and heavy with the stink of sweat. Your shots sit untouched as you slump down in your seat.

"You wanna go outside?" Marcus asks tenatively.

You shake your head like a petulant toddler.

"You... wanna finish these off?" he asks, gesturing to the shots.

You nod, sitting upright and taking all three shots consecutively. It had sunk in now that Tommy didn't see anything special in you, hadn't been wowed by your sexy outfit or your eyes or how you knew every word to every song.

Almost immediately, you slump sideways against Marcus and he rests his arm against you comfortingly.

"Let's get some fresh air," he sighs, leading you outside where you lean against the brick wall, fighting the urge to pass out.

"You look amazing tonight. It's Tommy's loss," Marcus says, hand stroking your arm.

You look up at him, tears in your eyes, mouth framed in a pout to either keep the tears from falling or the vomit from escaping.

Marcus sighs, leaning down and bridging the gap between you. You return the kiss in your own sloppy, half-conscious way. One of his hands plunges into your shorts as the other makes it's way up underneath your shirt.

You're mumbling, moaning, making some sort of noise with your mouth but his mouth covering yours muffles it.

Marcus can't wait any longer, mouth drifting down your neck and chest, sucking and leaving marks of his affections.

"N-n—stop—" you mumble, hands awkwardly trying to pull him closer or push him away, you weren't fully sure.

"Fuck," Marcus mumbles against your chest, causing a gasp to rise up your throat. His fingers trace your hole, spreading around your wetness as you let out a whimper.

"God, I wanna fuck you so badly," he groans, grabbing your waist and sucking on a new spot of skin.

"M-marcus— I-I should go huh—home—" you mumble.

He pulls away and examines his work with a big, dopey smile. You were so messed up, clothing rumpled, hair undone, love bites all over your neck and chest.

He turns you and leads you to a reflective window, and you gasp at the look of yourself. So many hickeys that your coat couldn't even cover. You looked... like a slut.

"I—I can't go home like this! My parents will kill me!" you whimper.

"You can come to my place, my mom'll love you," Marcus offers.

"Uh— no, that's—“

"I'm not letting you walk somewhere alone. Come with me and we can take the bus to work tomorrow," Marcus suggests, raising his eyebrow.

"Ugh, fine," you sigh, leaning against Marcus as he walks the two of you to his mom's house.

You try your best to ignore Marcus' childish, messy room and dirty sheets as you undress and climb in next to him, still feeling drunk and used up.

You hold back a shriek as he pulls you into his chest, body flush against him. "This is nice, huh? My perfect toy," he laughs, kissing your bare shoulder. You shudder at his touches and objectification of you.

"Marcus, stop," you sigh, and his grasp loosens, but not forever. You know he'd be pulling you close in the middle of the night and you had half a mind to sleep on the dirty floor.

The next morning, you borrow one of Mrs. White's long-sleeved shirts for work but it still doesn't cover everything. You walk into Cloud 9 beside Marcus, embarrassed and red-faced.

Marcus throws an arm around you, and when you get to the break-room, he pulls you into his lap as all of your co-workers stare.

"Pretty epic, huh? Got 'em all to myself," Marcus grins, placing a big hand on your thigh and rubbing it creepily.

"Uh, (y/n), your neck—" Cheyenne stutters, eyes wide at the confusing scene before her.

"Yeah, it was all me. We had a pretty crazy night last night. You were all over me, begging for it, huh?" Marcus brags, leaning back and bumping fists with Isaac as he passes by the two of you.

You keep your eyes fixed on the ground, tears threatening to fall down your cheeks. You were quite a catch in the store, everyone knew it, and now Marcus was asserting his dominance at having made you his.

[perfectlywrongformend3s]

Finally Mine-Luke Patterson

(not my gif)

A/n: Thank you so much for asking for part 2. I hope you like this one just as much as you liked the first one. 

Taglist: @mallory69

-Samantha

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Your POV

I was watching Julie on stage, when I saw the guys popping in. I felt myself smile until I noticed Luke having trouble. I grew nervous just watching him until I heard his voice. " I'm going out of my mind!" 

I was cheering them on from the crowd. I noticed Luke glancing my way a couple of times, which made me blush. I knew I shouldn't be nervous with him looking over at me, but I am. I was having the best time dancing and singing along. 

Once the show ended I felt a wave of sadness because I knew Luke, Reggie and Alex left for good. I felt a hand on my shoulder and spun around to find my dad. 

" Let's go find your sister." he said 

I smiled a little and nodded kind of zoned out since all I could think about was Luke right now. I followed behind my brother still thinking about how we didn't get a proper good-bye. 

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When we found Julie I couldn't help but run over to her. "Omg! You did amazing on that stage." I said while wrapping my arms around her. She chuckled a little and thanked me. She then hugged everyone else while I stood back to get ready to leave. 

Julie's POV

After the hugs I could tell Y/n/n was thinking about the boys as much as I was. I knew she was feeling down for not getting to say good-bye. 

I waited until the three other members of our family was in front of us before I linked our arms to comfort her. She just gave me a smile before holding my arm a little tighter. 

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We all were singing on the way to the front door until I paused looking over at the studio. " I'll be inside in a little bit." I told them

They nodded, but before she could sneak away I grabbed her wrist. "You want to come with me." I asked hopeful 

She looked over at me and I could tell she was hurting. " I can't walk in there, I'm sorry." She pulled her wrist out of my grip and rushed inside. I let out a deep sigh feeling bad for her. I just wish I could help her, but I know she just needs time to heal. 

I then decided to go to the studio to go and talk even though they're gone now. As I was talking I heard a grunt so I immediately flicked the light on to find all three of them on the ground in pain. I felt overwhelmed with sadness. I kept telling them to go since they did their unfinished business. 

Your POVI left Julie outside to immediately rush inside to my room to let my emotions out. I closed the door and crumbled to the ground not having the energy to stand anymore. This felt like the worst pain ever and I didn't like it. 

Julie's POV

I could feel tears falling down my face and when Luke went in for a hug my brain forgot that it wouldn't work, but what shocked me was that I could feel him. I pulled away and saw that he was glowing so I called...

" Alex, Reggie!" which made the both of them come over to me and we all did a group hug. We then started to jump around in a circle making me laugh. 

We then pulled away to find their marks that they got from the club were disappearing. " Julie, where's your sister?" Luke questioned 

I totally forgot about her. I looked over at the three of them. " She went to her room. She is pretty devastated because she thinks you guys are gone." I explained, but right after I finished Luke disappeared. I glanced at the other two confused where they looked more concerned. 

Luke's POV

I popped into her room feeling my heart break from the sight in front of me. I was super hesitant to walk over to her. I didn't want to startle her in any way. I quietly walked over, " Y/n/n...." I softly questioned 

I could see her freeze. " You're not real, it's not real." she mumbled 

I was now behind her. I gently tapped her shoulder making her jump. She stood up and spun around. I couldn't tell what she was thinking. I went to ask her something, but she immediately started spitting words out. She was making it hard to answer them so I softly placed my hands on her shoulders. " How...how?" She questioned 

I looked amazed again. " I'm honestly not sure myself, but I'm right here." I whispered 

She started crying again making me nervous not knowing what to do. " Hey, hey, it's okay." I whispered, wiping her tears. I smiled some when she calmed down and then admitted. 

" I heard the song you sang to Julie." 

She immediately started blushing, making me laugh. " You were not supposed to hear that." She whispered 

I pulled her into a hug. " It's okay cause I actually really liked the song. I whispered 

Your POV

I couldn't believe I had my arms around Luke. This felt like a dream to me. He rubbed my back some. " What's on your mind?" he questioned 

I pulled away, " Just how all this is real. It feels like a dream." I whispered 

He smiled, " Well I'm here plus I'm still in my clothes from performing." He stated 

I nodded, " Luke about the song..." he interrupted me

He placed both his hands on my face. " Your song was amazing, plus no one's ever written me a song before." He said 

I blushed at his words and got lost in his eyes. I saw him lean in which made me nervous. " Is this okay?" he whispered only like an inch from my lips. 

I took a deep breath to get rid of the nerves. I then nodded, but he automatically said...

" Use your words Y/n/n." 

I immediately folded and whispered, " Yes it's okay." 

He then smiled and closed the gap. Feeling his lips on mine is making me get dizzy. He pulled away, but kept his forehead on mine. " How was that?" he whispered 

" Amazing." I mumbled 

He smiled down at me before kissing me again. All I'm saying is I could get used to the feeling of his lips. 

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I hope you once again enjoy and I made her as Julie's sister not sure if I had her as one. Plus she's older than Julie by the way, so feel free to comment or request anything. Thank you guys for all the love and support. 

-Samantha

[sansxreaderbraindump]

Ends And Beginnings

This was it. The barrier was finally broken, they are free now. Your purpose here has now been completed. You know what will happen next. "Player?" "aren't we going to join the others?" Frisk tugged onto your arm, they don't know you have to leave and You don't know how to explain this to your vessel but time is ticking already, you're going have to tell them anyways. You kneeled down and hold them by their shoulders to prepare them what you'll have to say. "Frisk do you remember what we promised?" "Yeah? we promised for everyone to be free and be happy, and we did! but why does that matter now?" "...frisk, do you want to be free and happy?" "..what?" Frisk's confused expression made you silent, trying to think of ways to break it down for them. But you can't, you have to reveal the painful truth. "I don't understand.." "Frisk, for everyone to be truly happy and free including you. I have to leave and never come back. I'm sorry.." Frisk didn't say anything but there face said everything you expected, Devastation and Desperation. Soon enough they tightly hugged you, begging for you to not leave. "You're the one who gave me this. Please... "don't leave." You looked at them with a tired smile as you held them. They were never yours but it was nice to pretend they were, you attempt to comfort them by caressing their head to make things more bearable. "I know, But for you to have all of this... I have to go." The world around the two turned to black, your body is fading away. Frisk notice's this and desperately tries to plead with you over and over, trying ways to not let you go but it's already too late. You were no more then a red soul, floating above frisk's hands. It was time to go, finally you gave away your finale goodbyes. "Goodbye Frisk and though I may be forever gone, Always remember.." "I'll always be with you in the dark." "NO WAIT [NAME] PLEASE DONT LEAVE M-" In a instant, frisk's finale plead was cut short. You opened your eyes and looked around to see nothing but the title "Undertale. The End" with Toby sleeping under it. You closed your eyes again ... Then you open your eyes to see a patch of grass and a door with no entry. You sat down onto the patch and began thinking about them, You wanted to stay with everyone else a little bit longer but that was the selfish way out. it was a bitter but sweet that everyone you grown to love is now happily living out their hopes and dreams. You are happy in the moment, blissfully thinking about the monster's time on the surface. ...Till a noise disturbed you. You stand up and turned around to see.. The Doctor You looked at him with a smile and greeted him like a old friend. "Greetings Doctor. Why are you here?" The Formal Royal Scientist didn't respond instead he stepped away from where he was standing, revealing a grey door. ❄︎♒︎♏︎ ☠︎♏︎⌧︎⧫︎ ☜︎⌧︎◻︎♏︎❒︎♓︎❍︎♏︎■︎⧫︎ ✋︎⬧︎ 🕈︎♋︎♓︎⧫︎♓︎■︎♑︎

( "The Next Experiment Is Waiting") Gaster commanded, waiting for you to open what lies ahead. You stare at him and the door for a good minute before you gave a tired sigh and walked towards the Grey door. Your hand held onto the knob, opening to see what comes next. "Let us continue, Shall we?"

[sgiandubh]

Lights, camera, shit show

I was just cleaning my OL folders (all those Chinese paintings and scrolls do take a horrendous amount of space, heh) and I just stumbled upon something I completely forgot to share and discuss with you. I found this particular article during my solitaire lurking months and I remember being befuddled by it for a long time, then thought I've lost it for good.

I don't remember ever seeing it shared or discussed in here, either and if, by any slim chance, I am wrong, kindly forgive me. That professional website is now closed, but its content is still available to browse:

Anyway, there goes: https://www.studiodaily.com/2018/06/outlander-dp-stephen-mcnutt-asc-csc-saucy-scottish-show/

We discussed Terry Dresbach and her inebriated rants, Vanessa Woman's devastating impact on set as Intimacy Coordinator, RDM's jealousy and many other aspects of life on the OL set. Rumors likely to have originated there peppered our shipping trail like flickering lights in a sea of darkness. So yes, we dissected these things to death. But not Stephen McNutt's interview to Studio Daily, on June 22, 2018 - please keep in mind the date, it is essential!

Stephen McNutt is a well-established professional and a member of the American Society of Cinematographers (ASC) and the Canadian Society of Cinematographers (CSC), as he hails from British Columbia. He also has a consistent track record of previous work with RDM, both on Battlestar Galactica and Caprica (its prequel). Therefore, one has to immediately suppose he was handpicked and brought on set by the same RDM, of course: set a very low bar on your expectations, I am warning you.

By the grace of RDM, he was one of the main Directors of Photography for OL during Seasons Two and Three. IMDb is not the best source for corroborating things, because they credit him with 13 episodes in Season Two (including La Dame Blanche- he is the Blue Room guy!), but only one for Season Three (First Wife), which is completely wrong. I even had to check some opening credits on Netflix (at reduced speed, ugh), because he speaks at length of A. Malcolm, something that would have made little sense otherwise. He was there, of course: and his is a first-hand account, heavily loaded with both innuendo and TPTB bullshit, up to the point of complete incoherence.

We focus on the three final questions:

This is a study in bullshitology, right here. The question asked is very clear and very technical: how did you approach those famous love scenes?

The answer is a mumble jumble of retcon, deflections, slips and overall impossible scramble for a logical explanation. I am doing a line by line, because this is almost too good to be true:

'(...) But as far as Cat and Sammy making love (...)' : um, hello and excuse me, I thought the question was about Jamie and Claire?!? And then we are delusional and can't fucking separate, when your own henchman, the Director of Photography no less, seems to be totally unable to do so, too? Hello? Also: 'Sammy'? 'Sammy'? What. The. Total. Fuck, and I LOLed then and I am still LOLing now. Terms of endearment overheard on set - but no, here comes the 'friendship' shite, hitting the narrative fan with Mach 5 speed. Objective? Explaining in a plausible way the hugging and 'keeping warm'. And I am sorry, but this begs the question: what the hell did this man see on that set? And how many people did see the same, hence the need to release such a gratuitous lie, for pure retconning purposes?

'They are not an item at all - I think she just got married'. Oh, fuck my life, man: you are such a terrible, terrible liar! Remember, that interview was taken in June 2018: after the OZ EFH and just about when C. was gleefully answering 'oh, God forbid!' every time she was prompted by press about her marriage plans. How can somebody with a pretty high trophic level and personal rapport to both S and C be totally unaware about C's marital status at the time? How can a long time acquaintance and coworker of RDM say no both to a friend and to a current boss (same person, the worst case scenario) asking for a favor, in that particular context? It also goes to prove that the shit show plot mainlines never originated with S and C and that the Remarkable Week-end was already planned for quite some time. By TPTB. With the full knowledge of RDM.

Let's suppose Mr. McNutt was so deeply engrossed in his work as not to notice all the people who must have congratulated C on set. I mean, I know who our (spinster) colleague from Accounting is currently banging and that guy is (mercifully) not among our staff (I totally wish them well, btw). Maybe because nobody congratulated C on that fakegagement? Also, you know them well enough to confidently say 'they are not an item', but don't know she was not married at the time and state an enormity with the same confidence? What in the name of the hoo-ha did I just read, here?

'I was always in such amazement of that.' In amazement of exactly what, Mr. McNutt? Surely not a woman holding hands or keeping warm with her gay co-star on set, huh? I mean, I need the best American English dictionary, here:

Again: what the heck did this man see? What comments did he hear? Surely, 'amazement' is a very precise choice of wording, with particularly enlightening synonyms:

Hence the need to end the demonstration with a deflection: 'They would just have fun.' You know, there is no such thing as a virgin whore, Mr. McNutt: you either are in such astonishment or you think your pals, good old S and C, such a funny girl, were having, well... 'fun', what else? You can't logically have both in the same paragraph!

And there we go: 'a very collegial atmosphere on set'. The answer is pure fool's gold, if you ask me: 'Nobody goes to sit in a trailer or says they aren’t showing up that day. '

And I laughed. And I laughed. And I laughed. I really don't know what this man is talking about. I never heard McTavish telling S to get out of that trailer ('nephew'). I never read the 'two very loved-up birdies' in a trailer a-rockin' Anons. I never watched that 2015 Anglophile SDCC interview, when S mentioned listening in their shared trailer to Erasure's Oh, l'Amour and C immediately reacted ('oh, did you just admit to that?'). But unlike me, McNutt must have been legally bound by a big cojones Non-Disclosure Agreement and morally bound by loyalty towards RDM, his friend, boss and benefactor.

This. All of the above. This is the real reason for all the bullshit you've just read: explaining a real, shocking love story by socially progressive regulations, allowing the cast to be 'much more happy'. I would laugh some more, if this was not sinister and cruel, in fact.

It is Love. A deep, strong one. But the seeds of the adverse narrative were planted early and deep, forcing even decent people like this guy to lie and smear himself a bit in the process. What we see and hear now are but better worded and more refined consequences of that fateful January 2016 morning in LA. And since I am allowed the dubious luxury only a healthy distance in time allows, let me remind you a simple, fun fact about this interview who stated they were never an item:

About ten months after McNutt uttered these words, the fandom was hit by the Covfefe Pics.

I rest my case.

[starlight-artbby]

Y'all the newest X-Men 97 episode blew me away. Like the animation ate down and it was just so good like I was thoroughly enjoying every second.

I knew that Scott was gonna hold some grudge against the professor and I don't blame him. He left his dream to his team and honestly failed him and damn did this episode remind him that over and over again. Especially Rogue who clearly was fed up with his ass. And I swear I was gonna cry when I saw her wearing Remy's coat and I had a tear nearly fall from my eye when Kurt looked so devastated to tell her again the Remy is dead like ugh I was in so much pain.

Speaking of pain Jubilee and Roberto. How dare they do this to me. I knew from a mile away that Roberto Was gonna go with Magneto (along with Rogue) and I completely understand why. His mother straight up abandon him and handed him to the people who wanted to kill him. Like of course he is gonna be pissed but when Jubilee said you still have me I felt like a part of me died because he walked away and that shit had to hurt.

Now I completely laughed when Magneto said the line about Lilandra. I can't remember exactly what he said but I do recall being gagged and gooped and not him telling Xavier to shut up like if those two don't just go to couples counseling...

Now I won't lie, Morph had me when he pretending to be Sinister so if I were Bastion I most certainly was gonna get caught. May I also express how I thought that Beast was going to get pieced through the chest during that fight sequence like I was on the edge of my toes.

Once again Sinister proved to me why I hate him so much. Having Jean fight her own son?!? Foul and then her contacting Cyclops to tell him that she loves him!!! Like why does X-Men 97 like hurting us? And if Storm or Forge ends up dead, I am most certainly fighting someone.

Now the new looks... Huh... Why did they have to put that cap on my boy Scott. And Jean she ate down with the boots but the gloves and the mask?!?! No mam. I loved Rogues outfit along with Logan's. They could've had morph in something a lot better. Kurt ate as usual and of course Jubilee ate up her look along with Storm. I couldn't tell if beast put on anything different so I can't say much about that but regardless, some of the team needed a better wardrobe.

Now I know some people will probably get mad at Rogue and Roberto for going with Magneto but honestly, Rogue was there on Genosha. It has messed her up so badly and we continue to see the side effects till this very episode. I already explained Roberto so I honestly am not mad at him but I am sad that he couldn't see that Jubilee was there for him just like sadly Rogue couldn't see that the team would be there for her but honestly, their feelings are still valid as fuck and I don't want to hear anyone else say other wise.

Also why did they have to do Wolverine like that!! Huh!!! Like y'all better have his regeneration ability kick in. I also feel so bad cause I know that nobody was expecting murder to occur up there that's for sure.

(also Scott stopping Xavier from forcing Magneto to return power was everything to me cause he did it for Jean and it's time he shows that woman some love.)

Also where is Bishop!?!?!

Now for the things I enjoyed. I loved the new opening. I was so happy to see Storm back in it again. It really made things start off well for the episode. I loved Rogue clocking Xavier and telling him exactly what she needed to say.

My favorite part of the episode though had to be when Jean and Storm had reunited and when they parted ways on the mission. Those two are sisters and I love the show for reminding us of their incredible bond I just lived to see it.

I also enjoyed Scott and Jean giving each other a hug before they parted ways and when Scott gave Nathan that advice I truly loved it. I am hoping that'll stop him from attacking Jean (possibly) if not, Jean will girlboss her way out of there.

I can't wait for the final episode (I hope I get Remy and Logan and anyone else who gets injured back) ♡♡♡♡

[meganlpie]

I Can Still Sense Him

Based on this request: Hey, if requests are still open I was going to ask for a Supernatural request where the reader (fem) is Gabriel’s human mate. When he dies shes devastated and everyone says she’s delusional because she can still…sense him. But then he really is alive and decides he can’t take hiding anymore and just comes back out into the open To be with her

Here you are, lovely! As always, I do not own ANY SPN characters. They belong to the writers/creators of the show.

Warnings: Destined mates, angst(mentions of death), fluff, and it's a little short.

Pairings: Gabriel x fem!reader, The Winchesters.

Most people would hate someone that caused the "death" of a person they cared for multiple times. But when you officially met Gabriel, you didn't see the same Trickster that the Winchesters saw. You saw someone broken and lonely. Someone a lot like you. You also immediately saw that he was not a typical Trickster. You'd seen his wings. A sign of an angel's destined mate.

          So of course, you'd pleaded with the Winchesters to let him go. They had trusted your judgment and did as you asked. After that, Gabriel made a habit of popping in to see you every now and again. You certainly didn't mind. Even if you hadn't known you were destined mates, the connection between you two was undeniable. You spent as much time as you could with him.

           He made you laugh, no matter the situation, and after a while, you could not deny that you fell in love with him. You got butterflies whenever he turned those honey-colored eyes on you. Or when he smiled at you. You wanted to be with him as often as possible. But, before you could admit to the mischievous angel that you loved him, he was gone. Taken from you.

          After the Winchesters and Castiel told you about Gabriel's death, you were devastated to say the least. You completely shut down. Hardly ate or slept, refused to hunt. You became a shell of yourself for what seemed like a long time. But just when you were at your lowest, you started to feel…something. You couldn't describe it, but it almost felt like Gabriel was still with you in some way. There were times you felt so at ease, like you could feel him hugging you close or hear him whispering in your ear. It brought you peace whenever you were alone.

          When the Winchesters questioned why you suddenly started acting like yourself again, you couldn't really explain it. You knew they'd jump to the different, albeit possible, conclusion that you were being haunted by something else. Or they'd think you were crazy. But the two men were very persistent and didn't trust sudden changes in the people they cared about or hunted with. So you had to try and explain.

           "I-I don't know how to explain it, guys. I just…started feeling better. Like Gabriel's still with me. Like he's here and helping me." As you suspected, the two exchanged a look like they didn't believe you.

          "Gabriel's gone, Y/N," Sam said softly, earning an eye roll from you. "I know that, Sam! Can't you let me have just a little sense of peace for once?! I lost the love of my life, something I thought you of all people would understand!" You didn't wait for him to reply before you got up and stomped out of the room. Was it a low blow? Yes. But you felt Sam had it coming in that moment.

          For weeks after that, you didn't speak to Sam at all and talked to Dean only when you had to. He had not said anything to you about your feelings, but you knew he thought you were insane as well. Even Cas thought there was something wrong with you. Still, you held onto that feeling, that sense, that Gabriel was somehow still with you. Even if it was only in spirit. Then, it happened.

          You were in Vegas (go figure) with the boys on a hunt. The hunt lead you to a hotel room. Dean wanted to go crashing into the room like an 80s TV cop, but you rolled your eyes and knocked on the door. The door opened and you swore your heart stopped.

          "Hey, Sweetcheeks. Miss me?"

          "G-Gabriel?" you squeaked out as tears formed in your eyes and you lowered your weapon. He smiled at you. Turning to Dean beside you, you asked, "Am I dreaming? Am I dead?" Dean simply shook his head, unable to form words. You wasted no time in launching yourself into the archangel's arms. Gabriel let out a huff followed by a light laugh.

          "I missed you too, Lollipop." You gripped onto the back of his shirt as he held you. "I knew I felt you." He laughed again. "Sorry I disappeared on you. I had to make dear Luci think I was gone. My…buddy Loki's been letting me hide out as him for a while, but I couldn't take it anymore. I needed to see you again," his whispered to you. "I'm just gonna…" Dean stated, trailing off before turning to leave you and Gabriel alone.          

Gabriel lead you fully into the room and shut the door. "The guys thought I was crazy," you stated and Gabriel shook his head. "I wanted to make sure you knew I'd never leave you if I didn't have to." You gripped onto him again. Truthfully, you were terrified to let go. "It's alright," Gabriel whispered, "I'm sticking around for a while. I'm not leaving my mate alone again." And when his lips met yours for the first time in so long, you knew he was telling the truth.

(a/n: I hope you like it! Also, how do we feel about Gabriel calling the reader "Lollipop"? I thought it was a cute nickname, but if you hate it, I won't use it in future Gabriel fics.)

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[zxvak47]

MINE ALL MINE, simon “ghost” riley

word count : 775

summary: simon and you were one confusing blend and as time went on the both of you parted ways. little did you know this wasn't the end

warnings: arguing? angst, fluff

song : My Love Mine All Mine, Mitski

So, when I die, which I must do

could it shine down here with you?

1 month earlier

"Simon..." you paused. For the last few weeks nothing was the same with you and Simon. It wasn't that he was gone all the time but just his demeanour wasn't the same. Most days you would come home to Simon in his Ghost balaclava and everyone knew what that meant. He was cold, or hostile then would come back hours later to apologize as Simon. You couldn't keep playing this game and once you offered a hand for help he refused. You were determined to make it work, but he wasn't.

"I'm not going to keep arguing..." you said clearly tired with all the bickering.

"It only took so long for you to give up on me" He argued, intentionally looking to egg you on.

"I'm not giving up Simon I'm just-"

"Your just what?!" You two were so happy before these last two weeks and it only made you wonder what went so wrong. What did you do? What didn't you do?  But not once did you say to yourself that it was just 'Simon being Simon'.

"I am done! I can't stand to not do something about how you've been acting! Just... please go." You said, tears welling into your waterline as he stared coldly into your eyes, his own trying to find some sense into the mistake he was making by leaving you in that living room alone a crying mess.

-

There was no doubt Simon missed you. He wanted to call you back, answer all those voicemails of your soft and trembling voice.

"I know, and I'm sorry for the messages. I'm trying because I miss you... if I didn't try to get ahold of you I think I'd feel pretty bad about myself. Simon... just know that I'm here when you need me. You can come back to me when you need me, whenever you're ready...Goodbye." 

You had sent that message three days ago and he would listen to it when he got the chance to be alone which was more often then usual now that you were gone. It was the same for you. You left voicemails after each call he didn't answer and each time you hoped just a al little bit that he would pick up the phone. He never did but you still hoped and had faith. He loved that about you. How you kept him happy and positive and how you two were one in the same. You can’t give that up, and he realized that now.

The ring if the door bell was heard in the other side of the door as Simons hand fell back to his side. He knew she cared, but what if it was too late for him to come back? How can he just let something, someone like her just leave?

The door opened and he looked up to the girl, removing his balaclava as you gave him a half smile, his eyes looking into yours waiting for you to give in and to which you did. You attached yourself to his torso hugging him in hopes he was really here to stay. He hugged back, resting his head on-top of yours as he gently caressed your back.

You gently let go of him as you held his hand pulling him inside.

You two wound up upstairs, your mouths like magnets. All he wanted was to be with you and vise-versa. He stopped though, letting you take a second to sit back. His hand held yours before he explained his reasoning.

“I don’t want you to think I only came back for the sex…let’s not tonight okay?” He said, his thumb gently gracing over the back of your hand. You smiled at him and kissed him once more.

“Okay” Not even devastated in the slightest, you fell back into his arms as he held you close to his own body. Neither of you needed to converse about what your place was with one another because you both knew it. Simon wanted to keep you safe at all costs, you were his main priority not even himself. You just wanted to make him feel like himself, let him enjoy his life without thinking of his past.

“I’m glad you came home” he looked down at you, swiping his fingers through your hair before pressing a kiss on your head

“Me too.”

[theloveoffootball10]

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m a s t e r l i s t

ᴇ ɪ ɢ ʜ ᴛ

As Sunday arrives I'm counting down the hours until Lando arrives, pathetic I know. I've had the best weekend so far dancing nonstop like I've never danced before. There's something so incredibly special about Tomorrowland and the way it brings so many people together through a shared love of music, as a group we've spent time with people from across the world. Not to be big headed but I've had a few people trying to flirt with me but I can't bring myself to flirt back. Something that didn't go unnoticed by the girls however I've been strong up to now and haven't told them anything about Lando. They've caught me on my phone a few times but they haven't pushed to find out who I've been messaging.

"Ry how did the race go?" I ask Ryan one of my best friends as he joins us with Liam, Tyler and Callum. They decided to find a big screen to watch the race while I stayed with the girls.

"Your dad finished 11th just behind Stroll but he ignored team orders to let your dad pass. His car was on fresher tyres and was doing so much better than Stroll" Ryan explains knowing that none of us are really a fan of Stroll. I like to give everyone a chance but when I've had my friends at races, Stroll has been nothing but rude to them. "The drama was at the front of the grid today though"

"Please don't say anyone crashed"

"No one crashed but McLaren made Norris give up P1 for Piastri" Liam explains and I'm genuinely in shock. Lando will be devastated. I saw how much he beat himself up over a third place finish, this is going to be even worse.

"They did what?! You can't ask a driver to do that!"

"Piastri lead for most of the race but they boxed Norris first. He came out quicker and when they boxed Piastri, Norris was pulling away. They kept asking him on the radio to give the position back even though Piastri was struggling to keep up and Norris has to slow down to let him through. Norris sounded so pissed off" I can't believe what I'm hearing from Liam. Lando could've had his first win and the team has given it to his teammate.

"That's so unfair. If they wanted to keep Piastri as race leader they should have boxed him first. That's common sense but then to make Norris give up a win is disgusting" Piastri might have been leading the race but people lose first position in racing. These things just happen. 

A few hours later my friends and I are at our vip viewing platform at the main stage when I get a message from Lando asking where I am. He must have arrived and after the race he's had I want nothing more than to see him. Messaging back I tell Lando I'll be with him in a few minutes and agree to meet him not far from where I am.

"Kiera if anyone asks I'll be back as soon as I can" I say leaning over to my friend Kiera. I see the confusion in her face and I know she's going to question me.

"Where are you going? Do you need me to come with you?"

"No I'll be fine. I'll explain later but I promise I'll be okay. I'll text if I need anything" making my way to where I've agreed to meet Lando I move as quick as my legs will allow. I just want to see him. As he comes into view, one look at his face and I can tell he's been crying. He has every right to after the way the team treated him.

"Lucía, hi" it's almost as if Lando is nervous and doesn't know how to act around me.

"Hi Lando. Come here" breaking the ice I pull Lando into a hug. His head finds the crook of my neck and his arms go around my waist while my arms find their way around his neck. The way he's holding on to me is like he needed this. He just needed someone to be there for him.

"Thank you" Lando whispers just loud enough for me to hear "after the race the only person I wanted to see in the paddock was you and I knew you weren't there"

"Im sorry. I'm so sorry about today. I didn't watch but I heard"

"Don't be. It's not your fault. I did the bare minimum media and left. I had to get out of there before I said something I shouldn't. Lu I'm so fucking pissed off about it and I have to pretend to the media I'm okay with it and it is what's best for the team but I'm not okay with it"

"It wasn't what was best for the team. You're higher in the standings than he is, you're closer to be fighting for the championship. I don't know who planned todays strategy but they got it so wrong" running my fingers through Lando's hair I make him look at me "you deserved that win but now I want you to come back fighting. I want you to win in Miami and say a massive fuck you to them all"

"I'll win in Miami for you Lucía" feeling Lando's lips on mine I feel the emotion of the day pouring from him. It's not a sloppy kiss but it's hard and rough. It's like he's giving all of himself to me.

"Don't win it for me Lando. Win it for yourself" kissing Lando once more I pull away "come on, I'll take you to meet my friends. Hardwell is on soon and I don't want to miss a second of it, not even for you Norris"

"Charming. I'll text Max and tell him where we are"

"Is there just the two of you? I hope you don't mind there's ten of us" I say knowing I'm taking Lando into the unknown.

"Yeah it's just me and Max here but the more the merrier" intertwining my fingers with Lando's I don't let go as we make our way through some of the more crowded areas until we reach my friends in our vip area.

"Listen you little fuckers this is Lando he's joining us for the rest of the night" I say getting my friends attention "Lando this is Abi, Liv, Danielle, Kiera, Millie, Callum, Liam, Tyler and Ryan. The boys are F1 fans, the girls not so much"

"Hold on you're telling me you've just snuck off to bring Lando Norris to join us. Lucía I always knew you were a fucking legend" Ryan practically screams at me. He's probably the biggest F1 fan of the boys and I know how much of a McLaren fan he is.

"What can I say Ry, you're lucky to have me" once all of the pleasantries are done I grab a drink for me and Lando. "Sorry my friends are even more full on when they've been drinking"

"Honestly it's fine. A few more drinks and I'll be no different to them and Max is wild as well" I can't bring myself to move away from Lando I'm practically attached to his hip but he doesn't seem to mind "alright mate, this is Lucía. Lu this is Max my best friend"

"Nice to finally meet the girl I've heard about nonstop. He's buzzing you're here this weekend" I get the feeling Max likes to try and make Lando blush but honestly I agree with everything he's saying.

"Nice to meet you Max. I think the feeling is mutual though" I'm not even ashamed to admit it. I've missed Lando way more than I should especially in the time we've known each other.

We spend the next few hours dancing to some of the world's best DJ's enjoying every second. Lando is never far from me, his arm either around my waist or shoulders other than when I've actually been sat on his shoulders. My friends have clicked with Lando straight away and no one has been awkward with anyone. I know they're curious about what my relationship with him is but they haven't pushed for answers. I don't even know if I could give them answers. It's like this whole night has just been me and Lando in our own bubble, we haven't held back. We've kissed, we've danced, we've cuddled, we've talked, we've held hands. We've completely forgotten that we've been in public around thousands of people.

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user they could be friends for all anyone knows

↪️ user3 they're definitely more than friends when you see the videos on TikTok. He was all over her

user6 she's not just a random blonde, that's Alonso's daughter Lucía

↪️ user5 this screams paddock drama!

[nym-wibbly]

a big, soft, comfortable, comforting, private hug where they have time to get comfy and close their eyes and start to feel self-conscious but hold on tighter until it passes and feel each other's warmth and safety and they're just Home

adksksknft! But ngl I expected more porn?

I do tend to say it with porn, no? ;) These two have a history of gorgeous, meaningful hugs when it matters though. That and the profound-bond eyesex they seem relentlessly unaware of doing from the moment they meet.

As a fanwriter, I'm at a loss with "Destiel", I have to admit - the sheer weight of their backstory is intimidating. I'd love to use my smut toolkit to wrestle my way to understanding Dean and Cas as characters, as a romantic/sexual pairing, hell, as a phenomenon of modern fandom culture, but I doubt there's much left to add to all the Cas/Dean smut that's been written over the past 15 years. I'm way late to the Supernatural party. I'm so late they're talking "revival"! The stats on AO3 are mind-boggling for this pairing alone.

The hug post got me thinking about their finale smut potential and motivations, though!

Would their post-finale reunion go the smut route right away? Depends how smutty/romantic one's interpretation of their backstory is, I think. If I load a headcanon where they've already been lovers in the past, or wished they were but put it on hold, then yep, they'd be straight in there with the cinematic kiss the second they get enough eye-contact to reassure them that everything's okay between them. Don't come knockin' when Heaven's a-rockin'.

I sort of love that if I take the show at face value they're messier than that, though - that the show didn't give them a real-life-isn't-like-that cosy wrapup, just this lifechanging bond played out over 12 long seasons that even they struggle to categorise and rationalise, and probably couldn't explain on paper if their lives depended on it. They've both worked so hard to find their common ground, to accommodate each other's unique ways of being difficult, broken, and beautiful - but they're both pretty obtuse about the implications. I reckon they at least need a good run-up, and some actual, on-topic conversations in a no-stress environment before tearing each other's heavenly garments asunder, post-finale.

Cas loves Dean, and said so with (what he genuinely thought were) his final words, passionate and uncompromising and pure of intent, but what does monogamous love of a human mean to a fallen angel who's shown little sign of carnality or domesticity in his quest to adapt to humanity's ways and get comfortable with human emotions? He wanted something more than the closeness they had already by season 14/15, so bad you could spot him yearning at 300ft, but what? What exactly would his wish-fulfilment look like? Does he even know himself? What's Cas' #destiel headcanon? I'm open to it being happy and fulfilling human life-parter type sex, naturally, but also to it being... something other? Something so alien to humanity that he's sure Dean can't follow him there?

Dean loves Cas, less and less obliquely as the series progresses, but it's not a love he knows how to deal with. He goes with "brother" because that's the tidiest mental compartment he can find for the intensity of this bond, I think, and because blood family is always his frame of reference for everything that matters most to him. He grows more comfortable with it as Cas becomes easier to talk with, more emotionally articulate and outwardly human, but he also seems increasingly mystified by how to respond to it - something too big to ever get dealt with while they're so busy putting out apocalyptic fires and, you know, dying all the time.

I reckon Dean took Cas' love confession at face value, that it devastated and humbled him, that he wasn't anywhere near ready to hear it said aloud; that hearing it as 'goodbye, I'm dying for you' was one of the cruelest personal blows he's ever taken; that he understood Cas didn't need him to do or say anything in return at that moment, but must regret that he didn't speak his mind sooner; that everything else Cas said to him in those few minutes caused such a profound shift in his understanding of himself that he's got a lot of quiet thinking to do before he's back on an even keel and ready to act decisively about his relationship with anyone else. Dean's typically slow at processing things he can't wrap his head around instantly, things that leave him feeling exposed, and... well... he didn't get much time after that.

I keep warily eyeing that weirdly amorphous and dreamlike Heaven they ended up in, too, with its optional passage of time and sense of... emptiness. Especially having seen how antsy Dean looked about the deal in The Winchesters. Can he even play by Jack's hands-off rules up there?

I'd hate for a belatedly vicious plot punchline to sneak up on the happy couple while they were blissed out and off guard from making the nekky love in a heavenly sunny meadow full of bees or whatever, screwing their way towards happily-ever-after, but that's the way my brain seems to be leaning on the finale's picture of Heaven. My guard is up, my suspicion's aroused, so anything I write to consummate their relationship, set post-finale, would get tangled up in that less attractive puzzle.

I felt the fandom's howling wilderness of pain in 2020 and I don't want to make it WORSE by pitching in now with unnecessarily angsty smutfeels, y'know? I'm all about the character-building angst and hope never to change, but even I think these two deserve an uncomplicated, happy sex life - if for no other reason than cosmic compensation for all they've sacrificed and all the times they got hit, stabbed, or dead - by this point in the story.

[ipatrichor]

dead boy detectives episode five thoughts

HELLO???? girl where do i even start. i May have to get some thoughts out of the way so i can properly talk about this shit what the fuck. my thoughts are goddamn incoherent 😭

OKAY start of the episode. i actually really appreciate crystal and charles having a frank conversation about like. hey kissing was nice but we both have a lot of shit going on and we're neither in a place to be in a relationship rn so let's just be friends. and it's not framed as a bad decision or for drama or anything, it's the reasonable and emotionally mature choice to make and i love that so much!!

oh my god the lesbianism.... noble was not lying there was in fact lesbians!! bro i was so excited 😭 jenny and the librarian were genuinely so cute, like when they were bonding over true crime. and when they kissed i kid you not i put my fists in the air like a highschool dad watching sports i was thrilled!!! but no the librarian had to turn murderous when jenny was uncomfortable with being stalked.... devastating 😔

i will say tho they really made me watch the aro nightmare play out. someone is interested in you, gets mad when you don't return their feelings in the way they want you to, and then tries to kill you. deeply uncomfortable, but i'm happy to know jenny canonically likes women and, if she ever feels like giving romance another chance, i hope she meets someone nice and average who doesn't stalk her. best of luck queen im rooting for you whatever you decide you want

okay the case was really interesting, i like a good bit of whodunnit. it's also a fun change from the usual, where the case they're solving is unrelated to finding a killer. very fun! i like both formats, and it's fun to switch things up once in a while

i didn't expect the killer to be so sympathetic, but by the end i was really rooting for her to go unpunished. makes sense that she turned herself in since it really was an accident, but ah well whatever she chooses to best help her move on with her life!

i'm glad those two assholes went to hell at the end tho, even if it does have some fascinating implications. like, are we talking christian hell? if so, what kind? classical, or more dante's inferno with the different levels and so on? is 'hell' just a term for an afterlife of punishment for crimes committed in life? how does all that work with demons being a thing? and why does edwin go to hell for being ritually sacrificed? they said it was a mix-up, but what kind of technicality or misfiled paperwork does that? give me the afterlife lore i need to know more!!!!

i feel like i haven't talked about crystal's demon ex in a bit so let's cover that. god i really was right in my first read of him, he really is doing all this because he's desperate to stay relevant in her life. it's honestly pathetic and idk what else there is to say about that. like it sucks that such a pathetic asshole has just enough power to keep hurting crystal, and i look forward to his comeuppance whenever it should appear

ALRIGHT OTHER THOUGHTS OUT OF THE WAY. ohhh my god so much in a few short scenes. MONTY KISSED EDWIN AND CONFESSED TO HIM?? oh my god i can't believe we got that in a netflix show no wonder it got canceled. AND THEN EDWIN REJECTS HIM?? this is so crazy im Thriving holy shit

okay i have something to say. so edwin says he isn't talking about monty but doesn't say who he's talking about, but i think he was talking about charles! like yeah it cuts to the cats and the episode ends, and that Could be implying he's talking about the cat king, but if i'm right it's just meant to indicate they were eavesdropping at that specific moment

okay let me explain my theory. there's the stuff i talked about in the past posts, about the scene where the cat king took charles' form (and i didn't mention it but. the bit in the same episode where edwin is just staring at charles' face distracted while charles talks? hello??) but what really cemented it for me was the hug this episode. in possibly the sweetest scene yet, edwin reassures charles that he is a good person, and charles hugs him. and just the look on edwin's face... the way he stands there almost stunned before carefully hugging back... the way after charles lets go and they start to leave edwin stands there a moment longer, with a hand pressed to his heart.... like i could be wrong but. i am seeing signs!!

and i think it's So interesting because charles has some kind of crush on crystal, even though they've agreed not to pursue anything there that doesn't mean the attraction is gone yknow? so im Really interested to see what's going to happen and where this is going

godd that whole scene was phenomenal. charles being afraid of being a bad person, like the jocks and like his father... yeah girl i've been there. it fucking sucks! and im so glad he had edwin there with him, who cares about his friend and knows him well enough to know how to comfort him. idk the whole thing was so good, i nearly cried when they hugged :')

very good episode! i've eaten dinner now so i'm ready to move on to the next episode, and i'm Very excited to see what's going to happen!!

[mrghostrat]

I'm a bit late, but - better late than never, right?

First of all, BNF. You almost got me screaming with the ending and all the art you did for it ( s u b l i m e ! ! ). I loved every single bit of the story, their conversations, the way they managed their relationship. The lil' snake in Crowley's username on Discord appearing / disappearing after they decided for it to be a signal for his "could talk about spicy things" mood?! Can't explain why but that was honestly one of my favourite details.

Then, Flawless. Had it in my to-read list since you started posting it, can't really say why I was afraid to start to read it once it was completed. I am the kind of person who likes to read angst and hard topic, also complicated relationship dynamics are my cup of tea. I usually jump on those kind of stories in a sec. So I really don't know why it took me some days to get on it. But then, yesterday morning I just did. And oh. Oh. I blame my stupid brain for making me delay this read so much. I literally devoured it and even if I'm trying my best to find words to describe how much I liked it, the only way I actually do that is wrong-quoting your own story.

I loved it. And I'm devastated by how much I mean it.

( I'm dying to read your vampire!au and, honestly, anything else you'll post. I'm silently waiting for ATWS' updates, but I don't mind the wait. Good things needs time and inspiration, and I know how hard could it be to focus on something when your mind is working on something else entirely. And dear, that's good too. You're realizing amazing things, both with your stories and with your art. You are amazing. )

WAGH FEI THANK YOUUU 🥺 i got no words but aaaaaaaa and hugging you with all my limbs like a koala