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I shit you not I was like hm, man, I wonder if part 3 has dropped, I love this series, I need to know what happens so bad, and LO AND BEHOLD I go check and there it is like magic!!!!!
watermelon.
icantbelieveiletyougetaway pt.3
pt1. here | pt.2 here | pt.3
joost klein x f! reader
tags: f! reader, non-famous! reader, reader still really needs to see a therapist, established friendship, angst angst and even more angst, did i mention angst?, tooth-rotting fluff, so fluffy itâs honestly a little cringe <3, all characters are dutch and speak in dutch but dialogue is written in english for obvious reasons.
word count: 3,493.
warnings: very brief + vague reference to SA, rpf.
notes: hello!! welcome to pt.3 <3 this is probably the part that iâm most proud of, probably because it weirdly hurt the most to write. a couple fun facts about this part: readerâs coat is heavily based on one i have in real life and absolutely adore. also, i genuinely couldnât bring myself to touch this wip for two whole days because my personal life started to match up with this storyline and i did not like it! became a little too self-indulgent. anyways â enjoy!! lemme know what you think.
love you all lots đ
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in a lot of ways, the whole situation was more or less your own idea of hell â ironic, considering it all started with literally the worst night of your life.
not once did you ever think that youâd be here, that this was how things were gonna go. the fun part? you donât even know how you got here in the first place. for someone so in the middle of it all, you know surprisingly little about what actually happened, or what you mustâve done wrong.
all you know is that itâs different now. joost is different now.
you still text everyday, a few phone calls here and there, and youâll see him in person a few times a month or more, but you can still feel it. the subtle lack of emotion in his messages, the only-ever increasing wait times in between responses, the missing details in his stories that youâd still end up hearing from your friends. something, at some point, shifted and joost just didnât seem to be your joost anymore.
at first, you tried to think nothing of it. you werenât exactly a stranger to anxiety; itâs always been just a little too easy for you to get lost inside your own head. this also wasnât the first time that you had fallen down this rabbit hole, suddenly convinced that someone you love doesnât even like you because they said something in a slightly different tone once.
but then those weird few days where things didnât feel quite right turned into weeks, and it just didnât feel like nothing anymore.
you thought it couldâve been the videos because, as predicted, entire montages of the fight found their way onto each and every little corner of the internet. joost could be seen clear as day swinging for him, landing punch after punch until one of his friends would eventually step in. though somehow, the backlash against joost never came. for every clip there was a âstory-timeâ to go right along with it, and every single one explained how joost was just defending âthis girl that had been attacked by that guy.â
so instead you exhausted yourself asking if everything was alright, just in case there was something else going on that he also hadnât told you. but there was only so many times that you could ask the same question over and over again, only to get the same answer back.
joost was fine; great even.
so it had to be you. nothing was wrong, nothing bad had happened, it was simply just you that had repelled him all of a sudden. and that was all you could think about whilst you sat in a room surrounded by your closest friends â joost included.
it was someoneâs birthday, a friend of a friend whoâs name was still unknown to you and yet somehow you still ended up with an invite. aspon was on your left, deep in a conversation with stuntje about some new anime youâd never heard of, and alanis was on your right, asking to see pictures of daanâs latest art piece.
you, of course, were there in between them all, just staring into space. all of the ice in your drink had melted as it sat forgotten about in your hands, and you were fairly confident that you had memorised each and every scratch in the wooden flooring. you were yet to find a better place to look other than the floor, because of course it was joost that had to be sat opposite you.
he had pulled the short straw really, because by the time he came back in from his cigarette outside, the only seat left was one of those awful, plastic fold-up chairs. like the others he too was wrapped up in a conversation of his own, only his included a girl that youâd never seen before, and he was making her laugh a lot.
you didnât have a single right to absolutely despise what it was that you were seeing, but still your skin felt hot and itchy, and tears burned behind your eyes. despite arriving together in your group and being seated a measly three feet away from each other, joost was yet to even glance in your direction, let alone talk to you. the blatant avoidance was unbearable; the new âyouâ that he was talking to was even worse.
but with the anger came the shame, because really, you had no excuse to be feeling like this. two strangers with mutual friends, talking with one another at a house party of all places, wasnât exactly incriminating. they also werenât touching or even flirting for that matter â from what you could hear, their conversation seemed limited to small anecdotes about the people in common they both knew.
you werenât being fair, you werenât being reasonable; there was no excuse for the tightness in your chest.
without a word, you got up and made a dash for the balcony; desperate for a cigarette. so desperate in fact, that you didnât stop to grab your jacket despite the rain bashing against the windows. you just needed the fresh air, needed space away from whatever the fuck was going on in there.
the small roof that the balcony upstairs provided did little to shield you from the rain. your hair quickly fell damp around the sides of your face as the wind brought goosebumps to your arms. you really shouldâve stopped to grab your coat, you were soaking now.
but the pure, unbridled relief that you felt when you breathed in the smoke of your cig made it all worth it, though. it was something else to focus on, something to help soothe all of your aches and pains. best of all, it gave you a reason to be by yourself for a while â a moment alone to think, to breathe, a chance to get a fucking grip.
you took another drag of your cigarette.
âthink you forgot this, schatje.â
over the sound of the heavy-falling rain and the music from inside, you hadnât heard the balcony door slide open and shut again.
from the corner of your eye you saw joost standing there, clad in a black gilet and the same adidas track-jacket that you had bought for him two birthdays ago. your coat was in his outstretched hands; a big, red furry thing that almost swallowed you whole every time you put it on.
âyeahâŠthanks.â
you wanted to cry.
the silence that followed was heavy and awkward; neither of you could even look at each other as you took your jacket from him and slipped it on. whilst you focused on looking outwards towards the skyline, blinking away any tears that threatened to spill, joost busied himself with lighting up a cigarette of his own. it felt like you were standing next to a stranger, and not someone who quite literally knew every single little thing about you.
someone who always picked up the phone when you called; someone whose bed youâve woken up naked in just a few too many times to count.
âyou, uh, you doing okay?â
you almost choked on your cigarette.
heâd barely even glanced your way all night, too distracted by other female attention to really care that you were there at all, and now he wanted to know how you were doing? oh he had to be joking.
you stubbed out your cig underneath your shoe and went to storm back inside, shoving past him with your shoulder as you did so. you had almost made it too, before he caught you by the arm and gently pulled you back. it really pissed you off how hurt he looked, like this wasnât all his fault in the first place.
âhey, can we not just talk for a minute? i wanna know whatâs been up with you recently. we donât really talk anymore.â
as hard as you could you pushed him off of you, and then you pushed him once more for good measure. you couldnât bite it back anymore, couldnât keep it all from spilling out when your blood was already boiling. if you were to regret it in the morning, you would just blame it on the few drinks youâve already had.
âand why the fuck do you think that is, joost? tell me.â
a small part of you that you really couldnât quite understand, genuinely hoped that he would push you back. that heâd get all up in your face, yelling at the top of his lungs, just as angry with you as you were with him. you wanted him to shout, to scream at you about how wrong you were; you wanted to feel crazy for even thinking that something could ever go wrong between the two of you.
you didnât want him to justâŠstand there with his tail tucked between his legs, looking like he had already given up on you a long time ago. you found yourself shoving him again, only hard enough to knock him back a step or two this time.
âtell me!â
now more than ever you wished that you could stay angry, that you knew how to hold onto the outrage instead of always just breaking down into pieces. it made you feel so small the way that your voice was cracking; your shouts quickly shrinking into cries. you felt like a child again, begging to understand why everyone always left in the end.
âi just needed to work some stuff out, okay? none of this was meant to happen. i never wanted to make you cry.â
you pressed the heels of your palms into your eyes, the state of your mascara becoming an afterthought, before raking your fingers through your hair. thin strands stuck to the corners of your face and the back of your neck.
âplease, tell me what i can do to make it better.â
joost was panicking now, looking a lot like an old dog that somehow knew it was about to be left behind at the shelter. you could see it in the way his hands were shaking and how he couldnât quite seem to stand still, shifting from one leg to another.
âyou can tell me what happened; what changed or what i did wrong. i donât care.â
from the look on his face, you never would have guessed that all youâd asked him for was the truth; âpanickedâ was no longer the right word.
âi canât. i promise, iâll tell you later but i canât tell you here. not like this.â
you laughed â you couldnât help it. three months ago, when you asked him why he was so insistent on doing anything and everything for you, he gave you the exact same line. either he forgot that heâs already used it once before, or he thought you were stupid enough to fall for it all over again; either way, you knew now that âlaterâ was never coming.
before you really knew what you were doing, you were back inside and weaving your way through the small huddles of your friends. a few stared as you began to tread water through the house, a long line of watery footprints following behind you on your way out. you muttered a quiet âiâll see you guys laterâ to whoever was listening and in one smooth motion, grabbed your bag from one of the tables and disappeared through the front door, slamming it behind you.
no one tried to stop you. probably for good reason, too, because you could feel the makeup running down your face.
the only good thing to come from looking so sad and drenched from the rain was that nobody on the street stopped to bother you either. not many people were out in this weather anyway, so at most you felt their eyes on you as they passed, a look of pity on their faces. pity for a girl all dressed up for a nice night out, just to be walking home early in tears.
you didnât want their pity, you just wanted to go home. you wanted your bed and your pyjamas. you wanted a nice warm shower and to try and forget that today ever fucking happened.
you didnât want joost to be chasing after you.
you didnât want to hear your name being yelled from down the street by the one person you didnât want to see right now.
âcmon you always do this! stop running away from everything.â
that was the thing to get you; the one thing that made you stop and turn on the spot.
âoh iâm the one running away? youâre the one that left!â
you met him halfway with steam coming out of your ears, your hands trembling and nose all scrunched up. you were fuming and it seemed as though he was now, too.
âi never went anywhere! youâre making it sound like i disappeared off the face of the earth or something.â
âwell thatâs what it felt like! what about that donât you understand?â
you were each taking turns yelling now, oblivious to how loud you were actually being. people were sticking their heads out of their living room windows, morbidly curious about the scene that was unfolding right outside their homes. those that walked by did double-takes and even contemplated getting their phones out to record.
âbut iâm here now! and i was âhereâ back there and you just ran away like you always do!â
âdid you really expect me to just stand there and listen to you lie again? all this âoh iâll tell you laterâ crap, itâs just bullshit. ever since that night youâve been different and if what that guy did to me changed how you see me then maybe youâre right, maybe we should stop being whatever the fuck we are.â
joost physically recoiled at your words, his entire demeanour changing to one of hurt.
âwhat are you..? schatje no, no, itâs nothing like that. fuck, please tell me you donât really think that.â
how could you not? it was the only thing left for you to think. it wasnât like you wanted to come to that conclusion or that it was the first one you jumped to, but joost never gave you any other choice. as much as it hurt, it was better than simply not knowing.
something died in him when you nodded â you saw it in his eyes. tears of his own spilled down his cheeks as he rubbed his hands up and down his face, wiping his nose with the inside of his elbow.
âiâŠi would never; that guyâŠthat wasnât your fault.â
âthen tell me the truth, joost.â
all that adrenaline, all that energy from before was long gone. you werenât two people arguing in the rain, full of love and anger like something straight out of a romcom anymore. you were just two people standing out in the cold, soaked to the bone, just trying to hold on for a little while longer.
you were still waiting for joost to say something, trying to prepare yourself for the worst. if he was to say that same shit again, that he couldnât tell you now but would later on, that would be it for you. youâd walk away and not turn back again, not for anything; just like that it would be game over.
but joost wasnât saying anything, and you couldnât decide if that was any better or not. he was silent as he took a couple steps towards you, the palms of his hands suddenly cupping either side of your jaw. the pads of his thumbs wiped away all the tears and rain from your eyes and tucked the odd strands of hair behind your ears. not once did he glance away from your gaze, not once did he say something.
it was driving you crazy.
âjoost?â you were pleading with him now, desperate for him to say something â do something. the way he was looking at you, it was like you were the only thing he could see. âsay something.â
âi love you.â
you blinked, and all of sudden you werenât quite sure what to do with your hands anymore. it wasnât the first time joost had said that to you because he says it to everyone, every single one of his friends. but he had never said it to you like that before, with a look in his eyes so heavy you feared that they might fall right out of his head.
âwhat?â your voice cracked as you spoke. âi donât understandâŠwhat?â
âi love you. thatâs what changed.â
a headache was coming, you could feel it. right behind your eyes, you felt a twinge, and then a subtle thumping that made your eyebrows twitch. you just couldnât wrap your head around it, and the more you tried to make sense of it the more your head hurt.
âi swear to god if this is a fucking joke, if youâre just making this up -â
he shut you up with a kiss.
it wasnât exactly for the first time or even close to being so, but it felt as though it couldâve been; all soft, gentle, careful. the hands that held either side of your face did so as though you couldâve cracked and shattered at any second. he moved slowly, almost hesitantly, until he felt you turn into mush beneath him. only then did he pull away, a ghost of a smile lingering on his lips.
but you couldnât let him have it though, could you? couldnât just let him have the upper hand, just like that. you had to chase it, had to pull him down to your height by the collar of his jacket until your lips could meet his. by the time you were finished, both shaking and breathless, there were faint smudges of red all across his mouth.
âthat was so hot; do it again.â
you laughed at his words for not the first time tonight, but now it was only out of pure joy instead of anything else. you laughed because of how out of it joost looked now, his eyes glossed over and lips parted ever so slightly as he panted. you laughed because of how much you did want to do it again and how you felt giddy knowing that joost wanted you to do it again too.
so you did. only this time joost was ready and pounced on you hard enough to knock you back a couple of steps, almost making you slip on the wet pavement. his fingers lost themselves in your hair, gently tugging at the roots as yours gripped onto the nylon of his jacket for dear life, too afraid to let go and risk letting him slip away.
you would have stayed like that with him all night if it wasnât for the wolf whistle you heard from one of the windows above, followed by the rumble of thunder. the rain was starting to fall harder now, the storm only growing and you didnât like knowing that people were watching you now.
âwe shouldnât be doing this here â people are looking.â
with his forehead resting against yours, joost simply groaned as he struggled to catch his breath. his hands still cradled the back of your head and his eyes were still squeezed shut.
âdonât care. need you.â
he may as well have been one of the puddles at your feet, the way he couldnât even form proper sentences anymore. the things you were doing to him right now were criminal, almost cruel, and you were loving every minute of it. proud of it, actually. you might have been mush in his hands, but he was like putty in yours.
âwellâŠmaybe you should take me home then, yeah? then you can need me as much as you like.â
joost groaned again, muttering something about how you were âgoing to be the death of himâ, and leaned back in. from your nose to your cheeks, to your chin, every inch was peppered with very sweet, very wet kisses.
âhave i told you much i love you yet?â
he had, at least a handful of times by now, but not nearly enough as you wouldâve liked. so you shrugged, a shit-eating grin plastered across your face as you did so, and stepped back, lacing your fingers with his.
âitâs okay, you can tell me one more time.â
apparently that was way too far for you to go, because after one singular step you were tugged back again and kissed as though joostâs very life depended on it. ironic, considering you were certain that you were both about to be struck by lightning at any moment.
âi love you.â
you figured if that were to happen by some chance, itâd be worth it if it meant staying here with him for just a little while longer.
âi love you too.â
#I know it wasn't magic#it was hard work#I'm just saying I was ECSTATIC#you write dialogue in a way that is so supremely satisfying#they said everything to each other that I hoped they might#and in such a realistic way#the flow is so#soooooo#I need to punch a wall#(positive)#and oh the drama#the way you write reader feeling about things and interpreting things allows for such perfect angst#and sets up such perfect opportunity for comfort#my heart broke with joost's when he figured out what reader thought was the reason for his distance#fuck#and the line about his desperation?#feeling like an old dog that knows it's going to be left at the shelter????#that hurt#I needed to hold him so bad#and GOD#the moment he was struggling to finally say those three words?#when we didnt know if he was gonna do it this time either??#if this was gonna be the end for him and reader????#I was gripping the phone way too hard#I am literally euphoric that they finally got together#that its all on the table now#fic recs#10000% fic recs#I remember when part 1 came out and I was like hot DAMN this shit is good#I had no idea it could get even better
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Flufftober Day 14
@flufftober
Prompt: Mundane AU
Alt Title: One Piece at A Time
Pairing: Mechanic!Dean Winchester x f!Reader
Tags/warnings: Dean being Dean tbh (big ol' warning there), FLUFF, meetcute (I really like these apparently ahaha), Dean is a Mechanic, Sammy Stayed in law school :), John is still dead (I still hate him), Reader knows nothing about cars, 2nd person (female Reader â use of "lady" once), tattooed! Dean, this is 10000% a grumpy x sunshine now that I think about it
Summary: You have car trouble and head to the nearest mechanic, Singer & Son, where your grumpy mechanic gives you an earful for not taking care of your car.
Word Count: 2.1k
A/N: I may or may not have scared my own mechanic with these things. Mechanics fear me. And if you know Johnny Cash, you'll recognise the title of this piece! Dividers by: @/saradika-graphics
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Nothing in particular made you choose Singer & Son Garage as your new mechanic of choice. Reviews were good and it was near your house; you were sold. When you had left your car with the wizened Bobby singer, he had told you that your car should be ready in two days.
That was four days ago.
It was only supposed to be an annual check-up, ensuring everything was in working order. Which it was - when you'd left it at the garage. It drove nicely from point A to B, other than the strange rattling that had started a month ago (or the weird noise when you'd use the wipers). So, when you rang the garage on the afternoon on the 4th day, you certainly weren't expecting to get gruff, clearly annoyed answers from one of the mechanics.
"So... is the car okay?" You asked nervously, beginning to worry about the cost to fix or if there was a scam taking place.
âYeah. You could say that. â Thereâs a scoff and you can practically  see the eyeroll on the faceless person on the other end of the line.
"Uh... Okay? When can I pick it up? " You frown into the phone, unsure what he meant but bit back an indignant huff.
There's a pause. âThis evening, if you want I guess. Look lady - I don't know what you did to this car but there's a lot of work that needs to be done. " The voice's annoyance seems to grow but you can't fathom why. âYouâll need to come down so we can discuss what needs done and book it all in.â
Your frown deepens. You weren't well-versed in cars and you were so far out of your depth you weren't sure if you were being ripped off.
"Uh. sure. Just give me a time."
â16:45 work?"
You check your work calendar. "Yeah. "
There's a grunt of approval. "Alright. See you then. "
 The phone clicks off and you're left staring at your phone in disbelief. You even blink a few times at the black screen of your phone. What crawled up his ass and died? The car was okay - that's all that mattered.
You sigh, mentally preparing for your bank account to break.
At 16:40 you wander into the garage, poking your head into the small office. Bobby Singer looks the exact same as he did four days ago, just in a different colour plaid. He's still tired-eyed with a phone pressed to his ear, hidden behind a mountain of paperwork. You give him a small wave and a smile when he glanced at the doorway.
He put his hand over the phone and waved you in. "Hey, again. Here for your car?"
You nod and wring your hands awkwardly. You feel like you're in the principal's office about to get an earful. Bobby gives you a short smile before speaking into an intercom.
"Dean, customer here to collect."
Silence.
âDean,â He says a little louder. âCustomer here to collect."
More silence.
You look around the office sheepishly when Bobby sighs.
"Sorry Sammy, your brother's not answering. Give me a sec,â He says gently into the phone before yelling into the intercom. "DEAN!"
His sudden yell made you jump half an inch into the air and he shot you an apologetic smile. Whoever Sammy is, he must be saying something to Bobby because he huffs into the phone. "He's playing his damn music to loud. Again.â
There's a clang of metal and the gruff voice from earlier calls out from behind you, causing you to turn. âYeah?"
Stood leaning against the door is probably one of the most attractive men you've ever seen. He's wearing a white tank although you're not sure why; he's covered in grease and oil head to toe looking like a dishevelled dalmatian. His strong, tanned arms are littered with tattoos and your eyes trail to his ringed hands that are wiping a wrench clean with a dirty rag, that he then tucks into dirty blue overalls that have the arms tied at his waist.
Bobby nods in your direction and in a sarcastic tone says, "Customer."
Deanâs green eyes cast a glance at you quizzically like he'd forgotten you were coming. Then he looks like he's about to roll them as he realises who you are. âFollow me.â
Dean leads you out back, where ACDC is playing from an old, beat-up greasy radio. You try not to stare, occupying your mind instead with trying to spot your car. It's like a car graveyard; tens if not hundreds of cars in various states of repair are scattered around the lot.
Your nervousness grows the more you walk until you see your car. Or more accurately, what's left of it. It's on a jack and one of the wheels is on the floor. It looks okay, all things considered. You guess that Dean must have been messing with you.
"It's fine!" You say, relieved. Dean shoots you a glare.
"It's not fine." He grunts. "Your suspension is rusted on the front and back, two of your tyre treads are below legal limit, one of your reverse lights is out and the rubber on your windscreen wipers is missing."
You stare blankly at him. "Meaning..."
"Meaning," Dean continues. "Your car should not be on the road."
"Ah," You say, dumbfounded. It was working four days ago just fine, and you tell Dean as much. He just scoffs.
"I don't know how that car did not blow up on you." He crosses his arms across his chest. "There's a lot of work that needs done."
Now your nerves were waking up again and spinning into a frenzy. "H-How much are we talking?"
Dean scratches the back of his head and heaves a sigh, looking thoughtfully at the skeleton of your car. "Maybe a grand. Could be more, depending on parts."
You almost swoon at the price. It was cheaper than buying a new car but that was the kind of money you did not have at hand. "Could I just get.. five hundred dollars worth of repairs?"
You look hopefully at Dean who frowns and then sighs. "Some of the repairs are a quick fix. If you're willing - I could show you how to fix 'em. That'll knock down the price."
You're so happy you could cry. "Thank you so much. That - That's really kind." You give Dean a grateful smile but he turns his head away from you quickly, clearing his throat.
"We'll get it done one piece at a time." He reassures you, voice slightly less grumpy. Only slightly.
"So... can I take it home?" You ask curiously, bouncing your foot on a tyre.
"No, I can't let you leave in it because it will fall apart." Dean huffs. "Sorry, but you'll be without the car if we're doing it bit by bit."
"Oh."
"Yeah, oh." He huffs, scowling at you.
Walking everywhere would be good for you. It was better than being down a whole grand.
"Look, I can drop you home since you came all the way here. I needed you to see what you'd done to the poor thing." Dean starts to walk back towards Bobby's office, you following his lead.
"I can walk." You insist, eager to not piss Dean off anymore than he already seems to be with you. "It's not far I swear."
Dean still huffs. "No, I'll drive you. Bobby'd kill me if he knew I let you walk home in the dark anyway."
You open your mouth to argue, but he gives you a steely look that tells you he isn't up for debating you; it's happening whether you like it or not. You smile awkwardly and mumble your thanks, adjusting your bag on your shoulder as Dean grabs a set of keys.
"C'mon, we'll take Baby."
You're brows furrow slightly, unsure whom he's calling baby, but teeter behind him.
Baby, as it happened, was a car.
You pull a face but as you drift by the sleek black exterior and peer at the black leather seats, drawing a short breath of awe.
Baby looked sexy.
You can't ever recall thinking a car looked sexy, but Baby was. Especially with Dean in the driver's seat. You slide into the passenger side and close the door with care, terrified to be too rough. Baby smells like car oil and pine and unlike Dean she is pristine. You buckle up and place your hands awkwardly in your lap as Dean turns the key. Baby's engine doesn't roar to life like your hunk of junk - she purrs - setting a steady rumble as Dean's strong arm reaches behind you so he can reverse out of the parking space carefully.
"Do you mind if I...?" Dean points at the car radio once on a short stretch of road and you shrug.
"Go ahead."
Dean turns the dial and Led Zepplin fades in through the speakers. You tap your foot along to the beat, you don't know the song but you do recognise it. After a few moments, you can hear Dean humming along to the lyrics, checking his mirrors at a junction and you bite back a smile. When he wasn't being such a grump, he was actually kind of cute.
The car ride was mostly silent until you got to a busy stretch of road and some asshole just had to dangerously cut up Baby, narrowly missing the car by a few centimetres had Dean not swerved. However, as Dean swerved, you'd slid down the seat and knocked into his shoulder with a squeak of surprise.
"Son of a bitch!" Dean yells at the driver, laying on the horn. He looks down at you worried. "You okay?"
You blink up at him, wide-eyed with slightly dishevelled hair. Your heart is racing fast from the near-miss but when your eyes lock with his, heat rushes to your cheeks and you can't seem to sit up fast enough.
"S-sorry. I'm alright." You clear your throat and give him a sheepish smile but he bursts into laughter. "What?"
Dean points at his cheek, snickering. "You have some oil on your face."
"I do?" You pull down the mirror and inspect your face and sure enough, there's a big black smudge on your cheek. The oil from Dean's clothes must have rubbed off when you knocked into him. "Oh, Goddammit." You rub at the smudge, only making it worse.
"Hey, stop that." Dean tuts, glancing back over at you from the road. "Dish soap and water'll make that come right off."
"Oh - thanks. Ah! This street right up ahead. That's me."
Dean grunts and nods, turning into your street gliding up to the curb outside your house. The engine cuts out and on autopilot you unbuckle yourself. Dean watches quietly but doesn't say anything.
"Thanks again," You say, hand on the door handle and flashing Dean a smile. "I don't know how I could repay you for my car."
His cheeks flush pink. Usually, this was where he'd flirt shamelessly, but something about you had his chest feeling tight and his stomach rolling. He finds himself thinking about how you were looking up at him when you'd knocked into him and how his heart fluttered. How he'd willingly offered his unpaid services to fix your car (even if you were supposed to help). How he'd nonchalantly decided to drive you home in Baby of all the cars on the lot. Dean swallows thickly.
"Maybe... dinner?"
"Dinner?" Your eyebrows fly up and you stop opening the passenger door. You falter for a moment before smiling at him, blush back in full force. "Uh, yeah, sure. I'd like dinner."
Dean's hands grip the steering wheel tightly, turning his knuckles white. He nods and struggles to find his voice for a moment.
"When's good?"
"Tonight's good. Or Friday." You say watching him with a small smile. He looks like he's not used to asking someone out on a real date. You decide to help him out a bit. "There's a really good burger joint on Winston Street. We could go there."
Deanâs eyes glitter when he looks over at you, breaking into a grin. "You mean Diego's?"
"Yeah, that's the one. Best burgers I've ever had." You tilt your head slightly at him. "You been before? We could go somewhere-"
"It's my favourite." Dean interrupts. "I'd love to take you there."
Your heart thunders and you nod, beaming at him. "Alright then, it's a date."
"It's a date." He says, a smirk twitching on his lips.
Once you and Dean have said your goodbyes and you're safely tucked against the wood of your front door you slump against it sighing dreamily. Friday couldn't come quick enough.
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Pussy inspection with Naoya đ«đ«đ
Before going to his mission he tells us to not touch ourselves and when he comes back, he makes sure that we listened to himđ€
And if we didnâtâŠ
Itâs up to you to decide đ€
( you donât have to write it , donât force yourself please đ)
Heya anon đ
well damn now that is something that... yeah wow. I'm not gonna lie and say that isn't something Naoya wouldn't do lol he's 10000% in it. You might encourage him to it tooây'all perverts like that.
Although with what happens after not so much đ€
warnings: NSFW minors DNI. Smut. Naoya is a pervert, the ask is self explanatory.
Happy reading!
There are no words exchanged between the two when Naoya eventually makes his long-awaited return home, already knowing what heâll demand of you by simply guiding him to your shared bedroom, laying down onto the futon, legs wide open and void of any underwear, which gave him enough space to fill in.
Once ready, he begins to corroborate if youâve kept your part of the agreement the two struck before his departure, the same one he kept in his mind throughout the longevity of his tedious mission.
Reunions with him werenât always like this.
This⊠meticulous.
If anything, both you and Naoya were far too eager to be back in each otherâs presence to bother doing anything else.
But there were moments where your husband simply desired to do something more, perhaps take advantage of your seemingly endless devotion to him and get his fair share of fun with it, make this marriage slightly more exciting, and thankfully for him, thatâs exactly whatâll happenâmuch to your dismay.
Your breath shudders when his fingers finally make way to your slit, thumbs gently pressing at the edges of your lips and spreading them apart, giving him sight of the lovely pink color that has made him mad with pleasure countless times.
Alongside the sensitive bud heâs teased far more times he could bother to remember, diligently pushing you over the edge time after time, yet always leaving you wanting more.
The purpose behind his search was to find any indications that you mightâve gone against his word, the slightest hint that your desire was bigger than self-restraint, unable to keep your hands to yourself while he came back from his mission and tainted it.
But from what he was able to see, you hadnât. Dutifully keeping your pleasure solely for him as seen in your seemingly untouched cunt; soft, shaved, and well-trimmed, just like he liked it. Alongside the warm tightness of your walls as he pushed his fingers past your dampened rim, scissoring them as if to check there wasnât anything different, anything wrong he might need to correct.
His cock twitched at the thought of being enveloped in your cozy walls, God knows how much he missed the way you squeezed him.
Yet, youâd be greatly underestimating his attentiveness by believing that appeasing to him through the things he enjoyed was enough to save you, which is what ultimately sentenced your fate, gaining you his rejection in the way he pulls away from you with a dejected face instead of giving you the praise you so desperately craved, the sourest of emotions inundating your chest soon after.
âNaoyaââ you whine, quickly reaching out for Naoya, only for him to swat you away. âNaoya, my loveâ!â
âYou think I wouldnât notice that you went against my word?â he hisses, as if youâd done the greatest transgression yet against him. And to him, it mightâve been.
âIâI didnât!â you gasp, moving closer to him to the point where he was just mere inches away. âI would never!â
âDonât lie to me! Not when I know the truth.â
When he uses that tone, alongside the fact that he indeed knew the truth, you quickly understood there was nothing else to fight for, nothing else to do, exceptâŠ
âHow... how did you know?â
Simply because he knows you so well.
He rightfully assumed something was wrong the moment you saw him back at the estate, in the subtle manner you lacked to show the eagerness you always did when receiving him after a weekâs long mission.
The absence of your pouty lips and flustered cheeks as you repeatedly told him how much you missed him and making up for all those nights he spent away.
And if that wasnât evidence enough, the intimate details of your reaction were also there to considerâsuch as the way your cunt didnât twitch when spreading it. You didnât curl your toes, you didnât hold your breath, your hips didnât even lean into his touch as he prodded you.
It was plain obvious that your body wasnât responding to him because those needs were already met, by you nonetheless.
And how endearing it was for you to believe you had fooled him, behaving like an innocent little dove in hopes heâll oversee your mistakes.
But he knew you; he knew you better than yourself; and thus, it only took him one quick glance to see through your lies and call out the truth.
However, just as he knew you, down to the smallest aspects, you knew him as well, enough to understand that the anger in his eyes and the avoidance of his touch wasnât real but rather, an act made to further arise a response from you.
Because Naoya would never dream of doing something that might hurt you. You are the love of his life, after all.
That wouldnât stop him from being cruel from time to time, though.
âIâ I didnât mean to!â you cried, tightly holding onto his arm and pulling him closer to you. âItâs just that I⊠I missed you so much, I couldnât help it! What was I supposed to do while you were gone??â
âWait for me, like the good girl you swore to be.â Naoya darkly murmurs. âBut it seems I underestimated your lascivious nature.â
âI am a good girl!â you persist. âPlease, Iâm sorry, Naoya, I wonât do it again!â
âItâs too late for that, Y/N. I donât know if I can trust you againâŠâ he smirks. âUnless you prove to me that I can.â
Whether this was the real purpose of his reaction, or something that later came to him that day, it didnât matter, because youâd neither hesitate to do so, or at least try toâ for your commitment to regain his embracing devotion was stronger than any ulterior motive:
From tending to him first thing in the morning by preparing his favorite meals, with the perfect temperature and seasoning, just how he liked it, having his clothes warmed up and pristine, so heâd look good as he always didâŠ
Or if needed, a warm bath to ease his tensions, mind fuzzy and muscles relaxed as your body and the water washed all worries away, keeping him solely focused on you and the pleasures you could provide if only heâd been willing to obligeâŠ
Yet, as much as you did your best, it wasnât enough for Naoya, who opted to keep you at bay in favor of getting more of your adorable behavior, acting like an eager bunny by giving him those soft, pleading eyes of yours to incite him into rewarding you for your misbehavior.
To receive, if just the slightest brush of his fingertips against your cunt and leave all this behind.
But did you really think that by doing what you were meant to do anyways, youâll achieve that?
That heâll be able to look past your neediness, your incapability to not touch yourself, behaving like some kind of insatiable whore that couldnât look past her own satisfaction, ignoring her husbandâs simple request and tossing away a lifetime of pleasure for a mere instance?
No. Of course not.
Heâs not going to pass by the opportunity to remind you that as much as he loves you, there are things that must remain undeniably true, such as the fact that every inch of you, every crevice, curve, down to parts you hadnât even seen yourselfâ
All belonged to him.
So, youâd do good in continuing to please him, from upkeeping his role as heir to the eyes of others, portraying a sight of duty and respect before the clanâ to whore in the calmest hours of the night, where heâd use your body for his own release, marking you with his seed yet cruelly denying you releaseâŠ
 You were born to be his.
And by the end of his torment, youâd remember well.
Naoya be like: you have to make me cum 3 times and then i'll touch your pussy.
y/n: *does it*
naoya: *asleep*
y/n: DAMMIT
đ that's kinda hot tho. he won't like it if the tables turn tho hahaha
Anyways, thank you for sending in this ask!! đ Naoya has some specific kinks, and I 100% believe this was one of them. Thankfully, I have something written for the bath part... (planned, more likely. I haven't written it lol)
I hope you enjoyed it!!
Thank you so much for your patience, take care, and hope to see you soon!!
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aaaaaaa omg you've finished vrains?? what did you think of s3? any fav moments? :D
I've got a lot of thoughts and I'm working on a huge Vrains post (actually, two huge Vrains posts)! S3 is interesting to me, it's understandably a mess, but it also has some of Vrains's best writing.
My favorite episode(s) of Vrains are the Ai vs. Pandor duel.
"Yeah we could duel in virtual reality.... but we could also duel on top of a moving plane"
yesss... YES......!! Now THIS is Yugioh.Â
The line writing is surprisingly good, and Ai's VA does a fantastic job with it. The grief and resentment that sit just beneath the jokes serves to make the whole thing more bittersweet. I have some concerns with how sharply they veer Ai's character, but this duel sold me on it.
What gets me about this duel is that these are two people who like each other. You can see it in how they talk to each other, how Ai can't help but be honest, coming close to confessing everything to her.
Pandor: Have you given up on co-existing with humans? Ai: Seems so. I've already hurt humans, so I don't think they'll forgive me. And I have no intention of turning back. Pandor: You're going to exterminate humans? Ai: I don't intend to, but it may end up that way. I don't know, myself. Pandor: Is it impossible for humans and AI to co-exist? Ai: I don't know that either. It was impossible for me. But I won't say it's impossible for you, or for future AI that have free will. As long as there is free will, I can't deny that possibility, that everyone's lives can be one. All I'm saying is that I couldn't co-exist. Pandor: Ai... I sense an incredible sadness from you. Ai: Ugh, stop with that... I don't want anyone to know that. Except for one person.
Unlike all of Ai's other duels, he doesn't have any resentment or mixed feelings towards Pandor; he sees her as kin. That's why their interaction feels so tragic, because Ai is the last of his kind (Roboppi isn't quite self-aware yet) so he gets this opportunity to talk with someone who's like him, someone who is not complicit in the deaths of the Ignis, but they're on opposite sides, and he has to kill her. Which probably feels like how he had to kill his friends.
And Pandor is the only character who sees Ai without betrayal or defensiveness clouding their judgment -- and she sees through him completely. It's amazing. This damn therapy-empathy bot just won't stop seeing into his soul and telling him to stop hurting and killing himself -- while they're both trying to kill each other. FANTASTIC. THAT'S WHAT I LOVE TO SEE.
He wants her to be free from being controlled by humans just as much as she wants his salvation. But they have to fight each other, and die, while the humans all get to live.
And on then on top of being deeply tragic, this is also the funniest episode in Vrains. Because tragedy makes comedy funnier, and comedy makes tragedy sadder.
BRO JUST WANTS TO SEE TOPOLOGINA NAYBEE.
I definitely think that if season 3 was allowed to be its full length, we would have gotten more from Pandor, maybe even see her join Ai's side. After all, it's a classic Chekov's gun to have Revolver of all people create a sentient AI and be like "it's fine, I programmed her not to betray humans." Bruh, of course she's going to betray humans. It's as classic as the story of Pandora's Box itself.
Anyway, if you want to know my top Vrains duels, they are:
Ai vs. Pandor
Spectre vs. Lightning
Yusaku vs. Revolver (s1 finale)
And my favorite characters are 1. Ai, 2. Roboppi, 3. Aoi.
To be honest, at the end of season 2 I was feeling pretty bummed about characters I liked at first becoming less interesting as time went on. I was fully prepared with the joke about my favorite Vrains character being Hatsune Miku, mostly on the virtue of "you can't write 10000 words about a character and say you don't like her." But these two cat-coded AIs snuck in at the last moment to charm me.
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Hi I played myhouse.wad here is my thoughts on a narrative thing people seem intent on brushing off in favour of tired tropes.
Spoilers for myhouse.wad do not read this if you havent played it go and play it blind thx
So Thomas and Steven are heavily heavily implied to be husbands. The use of Intensely, Notably impersonal language in the journals is a whole other point to analyse irt its authorship but I digress, my (first) point is: Thomas is also Probably trans.
So in the airport you go into the womens bathroom and theres a pill bottle on the way in that says "needs a refill..." and then you do a little loop around the mirror and theres blood in the mirror then blood all over the place and blooddemons spawn in all around you... then you leave and there's a full pill bottle that says something like "such a relief" and when you come out the bathroom signs have switched and the bathroom you came out of is now the mens room.
Now the Le Reddit/gamer dood prevailing interpretation is apparently that this is... a coincidence? That the meticulous insane modder(s) who created this entire mindbending feat of technology Simply Forgot and its a total coincidence. Fuck off.
Now the prevailing theory also seems to be that the airport bloodbath is actually Thomas's father, evidenced by the same empty pill bottle being in the hospital room with the dead man. Nah, that's because they're both Thomas's fuckin pills and that's Thomas.
Steven (the PoV character as it were) is in the same hospital because this is a representation of the critical inciting event of the entire meta narrative: both of them having died, together, at home (probably in a house fire).
Everything we see in the mod represents scenes and events in their lives, and this is the point where Steven departs from the mortal coil and goes to join his husband Thomas, who is flatlining but nonetheless sat bolt upright, locking eyes with Steven who, in the context of the wider story is putting his affairs in order through the medium of Doom. CRUCIALLY this one hospital scene, where the video game gameplay rules of Doom (you die, you reload a save) are defied and we pass into a (god damn it) liminal space between the abstraction of the game and Death, is the only point where they are reunited.
Which then suggests to me that all the "Liminal Space" stuff and Backrooms references aren't just Fun References, but the Thematic Core of the piece, the passing between worlds. Hell, even the narrative being split between docs and the mod. It being a mod for a game at all.
Anyway I'll save this going on 10000 words because I could probably write interpretation for hours but... Myhouse.wad good.
Edit the following morning: There are hints to an "Anna" which the average Gamer assumes is some sadface ex-wife, but the main points where this is referenced are the airport scene and "S+A" in the bonfire/beach endings. Steven and Thomas are described as having reconnected with high school crushes/'friends'. The main time in your life where you're likely to carve your crush in a tree is when you're a teenager.
Steven had a crush on "Anna", reconnected decades later once he'd transitioned, the scenes of the game represent primarily parts of their life together, and in the final moments of the game (bonfire/beach endings) he's reflecting on when they met as kids.
Airport scene, besides the symbolism of journeys and beginnings, could also reference a miscarriage Thomas had at some point, possibly pre-transition since its where "Anna" comes up? (Stillborn baby is referenced a couple of times in the journal + baby bottle item ingame)
Anyway, myhouse.wad good.
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Maya Angelou said, âwhen someone shows you who they are, believe them the first timeâ. Weâve all heard the play school song, âsticks and stones may break my bones but words will never hurt meâ. That may be true as someone of flesh and blood but democracy is different.
Democracy is so powerful yet so fragile. So immense yet delicate. Democracy works when we participate, when we are engaged, when we believe. In a way itâs like faith. You have faith that those representing your ideas that they will keep their campaign pledges. Faith that once the votes are tallied and counted, one candidate will go to Washington as your voice, the other will concede defeat, figuratively shake hands (sometimes literally, but less and less these days) wish their opponent well, and despite which side won, the whole thing will continue on repeat. Simple in its complexity.
This has been the process for about 239-240 years. Then. Donald Trump.
Before a single vote was cast in 2016 Trump was already claiming it was rigged, that democrats cheat. This had never been a phrase I had heard so casually thrown around my entire voting life, which this will be my eighth time casting a vote for the presidency (and I swear that vote stealing, useless Jill Stien spoiler has been on every f*ckin one! God! That hooch).
There was a level of dignity and respect, of honor and pride to the running for the Oval Office even more once elected to it. There have been candidates who lost for sighing and looking smug, candidates who lost for being too sweaty, candidates who lost because they couldnât spell potato. (đ€Ł I almost spelled it wrong!)
Not so much anymore. When I heard Trump insinuate that Biden was using cocaine I just thought to myself, wow! This is the level of professionalism this has gotten to. Itâs like one side is there for a game of cricket, the others there for wrestlemania 10000! Not that thereâs anything wrong with wrestlemania. I watched that when I was 8. This is the most powerful job in America weâre talking about though. Potentially the most powerful job in the world! Now 80 year old guys are accusing other 80 some odd year old guys of snorting coke! Thats just a tiny fraction of the unbelievable, fictitious, crazy sh*t Trump says! You guys know! Youâd have to be living on a deserted island to not hear this stuff!
Words matter though. These wild accusations that Trump and his sycophants throw around have real world consequences. There had NEVER, NOT EVEN ONCE been any evidence showing any numbers of voter fraud or noncitizen voting that would have even the slightest impact on the count totals. The Heritage Foundation. You know, The Heritage Foundation, same guys who push for a white Christian nationalist agenda in the dystopian nightmare known as project 2025. Those guys. The number I saw today was 84 accounts of potential fraud, from 2003-2023 were found out of 130 million votes investigated. These are the Heritage Foundations numbers. Yet half the damn country doubts that elections work! Half the damn country thinks the whole things rigged! Funny how that only became a thing when a malignant narcissist, two bit reality tv personality ran in 2016 and hasnât stopped since. In the last year 230. Two hundred and thirty Republicans running for office, whether state legislatures or for Washington, they have made, without any evidence mind you, claims that their election was, or would be rigged. RIGGED! ITS ALL F*ckin rigged now! Itâs f*ckin ridiculous!!!
The whole damn thing falls apart if no one believes the totals, if thereâs not a peaceful transfer of power, if no one thinks it matters. Again! Funny. Because Trump seems to f* ckin love autocratic rule! Itâs all manufactured, none of itâs real. Even the damn heritage e foundation knows thereâs no fraud!
But because Trump has already sowed the seeds of doubt into the system they have begun to shoot their roots out, splitting and crumbling the strength that once was the foundation of our democracy. Our vote!
I wish I could just shake the other side and be like, snap out of it!! Look man! Look! Theyâre f*ckin with you!!! I figuratively try, but to no avail. They are dead set on what Trump says is true, which is hilariously ironic because thereâs rarely anything he does say that is true.
Yet half the country nearly. Half the country.
Because of his wordsâŠ
Sticks and stones thrown may break capital police officers bones, and words will tear down democracyâŠâŠâŠ.
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Okey so I found you on ao3 and I just wanna say I love your Picard x reader stuff so much đłđł there's barley any of it out there would you want to do some more nsfw of him, anything honestly cuz I'm desperate đ either way, thank you for your work! You are awesome đ
Aww, thank you! I'm so glad you like my writing thus far! I will 10000% write more Picard smut. In fact, here's one just for you, Nonny! Have a lovely day!!
(Requests are still closed, this is just one from my backlog.)
If anyone wants to be added to or removed from my taglist, please let me know!
Cross-posted to AO3 here.
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His Two O'Clock
Captain Jean-Luc Picard (ST:TNG) x Reader, Dixon Hill!Picard x Reader
[A/N: This is smut, so 18+ ONLY, MINORS DNI!!!]
Warnings: Established relationship, paying a debt another way, improper use of a desk, holodeck roleplaying, roleplay, oral sex (female receiving), coitus interruptus, power dynamic (kind of?).
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"Mr. Hill? Your two o'clock is here," Madeline called over the intercom, and the door swung open before he could even acknowledge her message.
As gorgeous as ever, Hill's client strode into his office in high heels. The red lipstick adorning her mouth accentuated the way it was pursed with frustration.
"I want my money back, Mr. Hill."
"I'm sure we can come to some sort of an arrangement." The detective's voice was low, pacifying...suggestive, even as he attempted to placate the woman whose case he couldn't solve. She'd come into his office a few weeks prior with a seemingly straightforward problem that turned out to be a puzzle without a solution. All the evidence had been eliminated, leaving only conjecture and instinct to explain what had happened.
That would never hold up in court. There wasn't even enough for an arrest, even if he'd been able to narrow down the suspects. He was baffled for once in his long, distinguished career, and now he had to own up to the fact that he couldn't even pay his client's money back, because he'd needed it for the office's rent.
He'd failed her in every possible way.
"I paid you a substantial amount, yet you've given me no more to go on than a few hints," his client said lifting an eyebrow. She tried to hide it, but her eyes roamed the length of his suit-clad body briefly before meeting his own. Her frustration was still there, but it was tempered by something else. Desire, blatant and growing in potency since the moment they'd met. "So, what exactly are you suggesting, Mr. Hill?"
An easy grin crossed his lips as he crossed his office. Pausing in front of her, he let his own eyes drop to her lips.
"Somehow, doll, I think you know what I mean, already," he murmured reaching up and grasping her chin. The pad of his thumb skimmed over her painted lower lip, just barely smearing some of the color onto his own skin.
He hoped he'd have that shade smudged in other places, as well, by the end of her appointment.
"With the amount you owe me, Mr. Hill, you'd better make it damn good," she demanded, but she sounded too breathy to be truly threatening.
"Oh, don't worry. I've never left a client dissatisfied before," Dixon promised, and true to his word, he soon had her splayed out atop his desk. With her legs spread wide and the hem of her dress rucked up to her hips, he relished the quiet moans pouring from her lips as he lost himself between her thighs.
Her fingers guided him, but he didn't really need it. He'd had plenty of practice using his tongue. Just as she bit her lip to stifle a keening whimper, the sound of the comm doused both their pleasures in ice water.
"Riker to Picard. We've reached Starbase Eighty-Four, sir. The station's commander would like to speak with you at your earliest convenience," the First Officer announced, and just like that, the Private Investigator was brushed aside for the Officer.
"Understood, Number One. Tell him I'll meet with him in a few moments," Captain Picard answered reluctantly, and when the line closed, he stood slowly between his lover's legs. "Same time tomorrow, Lieutenant?"
"Fourteen hundred hours, yes sir," she answered as she wiped her pleasure off of her Captain's lips with her handkerchief. He'd make it up to her tonight...and again tomorrow. Stealing one last kiss, he saved the program.
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Per'Kele Ă Pocketcat, but they're in divorce
Thank you. May you get 10000 points of mind .
The cold mahogany conference table had on it the despair of Pocketcat. A stack of papers to divide up their property. The stark white of the paper clashed against the glossy finish of the mahogany.
The lawyer rattled on about we gets what and what the finalization would mean for each other then. Lawyer talk. But Pocketcat was really listening, he just felt so much pain. Their words being inaudible sounds. Every part of him ached. If it wasn't for the mask they could see the dark circles under his eyes.
One sad kitty.
Pocketcat dared to glance over to his future ex husband. Per'kele sat there with a coldness uncharacteristic of him. There was not playful violence in his demeanor, no seemingly laughing at his own joke. He just sat there with his arms folded and just stared forward.
Pocketcat had to look away even more heartbroken. It was his fault that his love was like this. He had broken the rooster's heart into a million pieces after he had mended it so artfully.
The lawyer finish his spiel as he indicated that it was time to sign the divorce papers. The speed of which Per'kele sign and left tore more holes into Pocketcat's already broken heart. His gloved hand traced the over Per'kele signature. Those loopy letters he use to write love letters to Pocketcat now only hung him.
He couldn't watch himself as he himself sign the papers. Eyes closed tight, he scratch his own signature on his tomb. He had missed the dotted line but close enough.
Perâkele was the first to get up and leave. As he left, Pocketcat could have sworn he saw a single tear trickle way shinning in the fluorescent lights.
This left Pocketcat stun. He didn't know what this meant for a moment or two. He just stayed there too much in his pain to realize what this means.
If that Rooster, that had his heart, was crying that meant he was sad. And if he was sad at the divorce proceedings then that must meanâŠ
Oh my Rher!
Pocketcat jumped out of his chair, leaving it on the floor. He pounced out of the room trying to catch up to his only shot at happiness.
Per'kele was already half way down the stone steps of the courthouse when Pocketcat came bursting through the front door. He was too close to his get away car.
âRooster!â Pocketcat yelled.
Per'kele turned towards him. Ice in those eyes, that wasn't how they where suppose to be. Like maybe bloodlust but not coldness towards him, Pocketcat.
âLook I know I've hurt you and I don't even deserve to even have a chance to speak with you.â Pocketcat started making his way down the stairs. Per'kele's eyes watching all the time.
âI've hurt you in so many ways that, Iâm downing in my own guilt. But if you give me the chance, the chance I'll prove to youâŠâ
Pocketcat was now on the same step as Per'kele. He got down on one knee and Per'kele raised an eyebrow.
âI promise you that I will spend the rest of this immortal making up for my mistakes.â
Per'kele only stared down at this cat. Pocketcat thought for a moment that this was mistake and he had really lost the best thing in his life.
âDo you promise to stop eating children everyday?â Per'kele finally said.
âYes, a million times yes if that is what it takes to get you back!â Pocketcat lied.
Per'kele, his rooster, get teary eyes before sobbing. He had been holding it all together for so long and just let himself fall into Pocketcat's arms. They embraced and kissed. They where back together again, baby!
Needle, who was standing by the car just looked annoyed. He was so looking forward not having to deal with the damn purple cat anymore and buying underwear that wasn't purple.
Stitches thought it was very sweet as she always liked romance novels.
The Lawyer cried in exasperation as this was the 5th time this year they had gotten a divorce and it was only March!
#fear and hunger#fear and hunger termina#funger#per'kele#fear and hunger pocketcat#doomed yaoi#per'pocket#opt#that good shit#tw child eating#tw pocketca
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Eddie being a brat tamer is all that is in my head right now. Just him grabbing you and spanking you. Hot hot hot.
I also can imagine the first time you agree to being tied up. You don't know if it is because you are completely vulnerable yet you feel 100% safe, the way he checks in on you before getting rough again, or what it is. But its also the first time you squirt (oh his mouth drops and he immediately claims it is the hottest thing he's ever seen, you know damn well he's gonna try to make you do it again with and without the bondage)
10000% agree! Eddie is over the moon when you tell him you want to give control to him, quickly explaining how youâre the one with the power to tell him your safe word at any point. He always asks if youâre ok and if you need him to slow down. He talks you through your orgasms and when you squirt from just his fingers (rings on, 3 knuckle deep) he tells you how he canât wait for you to do that again.
And knowing itâs possible to cum from just spanking!!!!! đź like whereâs Eddie when you need him đ„”
I thought I was so weird when I realized I liked spanking. There was this episode of Maury where this girlâs bf was cheating on her and Maury set him up with the a hidden camera in their bedroom and he was caught red handed spanking the some girl in front of the dresser! And he got caught with the sexy decoy!
Then in computer class I was reading master of the universe during reading time and I was like âms. Ly my book is on the computer âșïžâ
and now itâs 50 shades (whether or not itâs accurate is another thing but I think that fic did introduce us to dom/subs then we did our own research)
And when I found Anne rice in our school library đ€€ and those alien sex books from the 90s/00s with the cgi cover thatâs all torn!
âWhat are you reading?â âNothing just this fantasy book about werewolvesâ
And the werewolf is actually a lycan fuckin his mate stupid with a whole lycan dick in the forest đ now I read smut waiting for my pink drink at starbucks ! Full circle lmaooo
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I don't think I've ever seen you post about any of the other projects Loki's been in. How do you feel about his movies? Which one(s) are your favorite?
First off, I'm sorry for letting this sit in my inbox collecting dust for three weeks, considering the fact that it's actually a great question and it caused me to really reflect on my thoughts about Loki in the MCU. Unfortunately, none of those thoughts got to a point where they were worthy of publication on the esteemed tumblr dot com, as I doubted they would pass the savage peer review of much more dedicated fans. They still won't.
Honestly, I'm scared, anon. People probably won't agree. But since you asked so nicely:
Thor - solid tragic backstory established with a certain flair. Loki is by far the most interesting thing about the whole movie. Not that I actually dislike it as a whole, I just don't think it's anything special in the context of the MCU. It's a fish out of water comedy interrupted regularly by a heartbreaking tale of loss of identity, self-hatred, and daddy issues. Which is a... choice? I guess? Kenneth Branagh's love of Shakespearean tragedy really shines through, is all I'm saying. Tom really established his brilliance right out of the gate, so that brings it to a solid 8/10 on my Loki-scale.
The Avengers - now... look. This movie has a lot of flaws. But I love it. I was in my mid-20s okay, I was exposed to it at a weird time in my life and I was obsessed. I watched it three times in cinemas, including once in New York City, while I was there on a study trip with uni. I probably watched it half a dozen times after that. And Loki was so much fun in this! Just the perfect villain for that movie. He was the Moment. I'm not even gonna get into the tragedy of the mind stone's influence fucking with him, Thor not realizing, lack of acknowledgement of the fact that he literally tried to commit suicide two movies ago, or the many implications of past torture by Thanos, I just like watching him be flamboyantly evil and smack people with his cane. The other stuff gives the story depth that I'm not actually sure it actually deserves. Still, 10/10
Thor: The Dark World - we can all agree that this movie is, uh, kinda meh. At least in my opinion. However, I think it's very important in terms of Loki's character development and the development of his relationship with Thor. For that reason alone, I admit to having watched it more than once. Also, he's such a little dramatic bitch in this, it's what we all deserve. 7/10.
Thor: Ragnarok - this is where some people will start throwing rocks at me. I really, really like this movie. I love Taika Waititi, I love his whimsical humour, I love how goddamn silly and lighthearted this thing is compared to The Dark World (and Avengers: Age of Ultron). Fuck grimdark angst, we have bright colours and fun. It just means the few emotional whammies hit all the harder too. I've heard people confidently call this movie a character assassination, in regards to Loki, and I really can't express in words how little I care. He is now Jeff Goldblum's trophy twink. No explanation needed. Let the guy be chaotic for once, he's earned it! 100/10.
Avengers: Infinity War - nope. Dont' wanna talk about it. -10000/10
Loki - well. I'll refer you to this edit of mine:
This show is a general mess on so many fronts, but I still feel such fondness for it. And judging from the number of viewers it got, the world will watch just about anything if it has Loki in it, which, you know, valid. And would I be running a whole damn blog about it if I actively disliked it? No, I would not. 9/10.
There we go. Based on my personal rating, Thor: Ragnarok wins. The trophy twink can't lose.
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what if i went off about some of my favorite songs ever
kyuuyaku hankagai - hiiragi magnetite: everyone knows i love this. i just love everything about it. we really get both sides of the picture story wise with it- both the fact the world is literally, physically getting destroyed, and all of the mental torment the characters are dealing with. it still has that magu series weird wording but it gets everything across that it needs to. the instrumental is just as heavy as the scenario with added dramatics in parts that really make it for me. all the long notes to simulate screaming. the seamless addition of both the nami no ne no & rute furute woa motifs (& a possible 3rd? theres still parts in here i cant figure out yet) makes me so emotional. if u have no idea about the series its still a solid song. 10000/10 i cannot fully express my love for this song in words i just need it on repeat full volume for weeks on end.
ai wo - null: impossible for me to explain why i love this so much without oversharing. i keep telling myself not to rank this song so high but ive never felt so seen before. null's lyrics are both poetic & still hit every raw emotion where it hurts. the whole being left alone ur whole life & wishing it wasnt that way, that everything wasnt so empty, that someone could love u the way u need & never got. i want everyone to hear this song and i also want to gatekeep it. it became so important to me in such a short time & itll be hard to ever rival it
arikitari heroes - 150suzu: im not immune to nostalgia. shuuenpro is executed entirely different to aru sekai series & i have to judge from entirely different criteria & that said i really always loved how this one sort of summarized the series in a way that highlighted all the strife in it & made it subjective rather than an objective summary. the chorus is so high its like theyre crying out which fits entirely. i still have the video embedded in my mind & its been a hot minute since ive watched it. my teenage self thought it was so deep & even with a different perspective now i cant entirely discount those feelings. anyway i still really love it i could still listen to it for weeks on end if i wasnt busy keeping up with other things. i do not say it lightly when i say this is the song i have listened to the most in my entire life i used to spend Months straight listening to it. beloved.
tachiiri kinshi - mafumafu: i was sooooooo normal about this in high school (lying). its still high on my list of breakdown songs. like damn its been 8 years and it still holds up the same. between this & ai wo that just gives away 90% of my problems. imagine solving isolation by letting people in cant be me. anyway i was obsessed with drawing the girl from the video for a while idk how many doodles i still have left but she was Everywhere on my school work. normal person behavior.
jishou mushoku - nekobolo: song that has pulled the most weight in keeping me alive. where would i be without it. sometimes the mood is so bad this is still the only thing i can listen to some days.
rokuchounen to ichiya monogatari - kemu: the real reason i fell down the voca rabbit hole. still adore the song & find it hugely nostalgic, but there was a reason i connected with it when i was younger & being able to recognize how fucked up that was makes it also a painful reminder id rather bury. song fucks tho love how every rhythm game its in will destroy u trying to play it.
konmei no aji - savasti: regardless of the real meaning of the song this will always be a dissociation song to me not in the sense it makes me dissociate but rather in the spaceyness & disconnect it reminds me of the feeling but in a safer way to deal with it. personally i prefer rire's cover
taishou x - yurry canon: u will appreciate this song now right now its so under appreciated for a yurry canon song. god the fucking "i'm still living the same yesterday, today, and tomorrow. as it is i will never be you. theres no reason in living, but just the same theres no point in dying is there?" [punching a wall] i like it a normal amount
kaiko no kanmuri - dopam!ne: god this song fucks so hard and yet its still edgy. i dont even really know how to explain what i feel with this one beyond i love it. its a kind of waiting for the right time to strike for revenge kinda song? idk its my absolute fave dopam!ne song i love a lot of his songs but this one just really does it for me
haru no sekibaku - inaba kumori: kutabireta atashi ga dame dattan da ne. yeah. the overall mood of this song hits just right all too often. sorry lag train this is the defining inabakumori song to me.
hyperlexia - yamaji: the space in this one also gives me a sense of vague dissociation. i just really love the whole reading between the lines not going to fall for lies anymore mood its got going on. a misguided sense of personal revolution that probably wont end in anything meaningful but i particularly like the song.
#this is far from extensive but it is relatively in order#i started this for fun & then ended up like ohhh the problems are obvious regardless of how much i say#dont worry about it im the cool fun well adjusted mutual theres no problems to speak of its fine#could also add harumakigohans saikai#if i was doing more than one per artist theres would be quite a few mafumafu songs for sure#but this is enough for now#debated adding jyokyo's wakatteruko-san but i absolutely dont have it in me to admit some things publicly#regarding my relationship with that song#thinking too much & shutting down now byebye
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OH MY GOD???? BRO OK SO LIKE I JUST RECENTLY FOUND UR DAMN FIC AND LET ME TELL YOU I CAN'T BELIVE I DIDNT FIND IT SOONER??? LIKE??? ITS ABSOLUTELY STUNING AND I JUST WANT TO LET YOU KNOW HOW MUCH LOVE I NEED TO GIVE IT. I LITERALLY FOUND IT 2 DAYS AGO AND COULD NOT STOP MYSELF FROM READING THE ENTIRE THING. I KNOW YOU'VE BEEN GONE FOR A WHILE NOW BUT HELLO?? YOU DESEVRE IT AFTER PUMPING THAT MASTERPICE OUT IN A SINGLE MONTH??? ok my bad let me reel it back a little but oh my god dude it's like I'm combusting into flames in a good way??? exploding should probably be the right wording actually Anyways!! I cannot express to you how grateful I am of how good this is?? the story plot is 10/10. (I would say something abt a particular character but yk spoilers and whatnot BUT NOTHING bad at all, it just was quite literally gut wrenching) The writing? we've already established this, it's actually so good I'm going to eat it like a four-course meal 10/10. the characterization and just the way you so nicely write everyone so clearly? BEAUTIFUL LIKE WHAT??? ACTUALLY BAFFLING HOW SATISFYLING GOOD IT IS??? 10000/10. AND NOT TO FORGET THE UNIQUENESS TO THE STORY IN THE FIRST PLACE?? never in my life have I read someone write this concept of y/n's identity. AND FOR IT TO BE Y/N IN THE FIRST PLACE?? like for being an input character to project onto ITS SO WELL WIRTTEN ITS LIKE HARD TO PUT INTO WORDS BUT ITS SO CREATIVE ON YOUR END. AND AGAIN, TO YOUR WRITING, IM SORRY BUT IT JUST FEELS SO??? ALIVE?? LIKE THE DESCRIPITIONS, THE INTERACTIONS, THE THOUGHTS AND FEELINGS EVERYTHING IS EXPRESSED SO WELL. anyways!! this is a lot of words but you definitely deserve the love like 10,000% because my god. I just wanted to let you know that its amazing its so hard to even explain how good it is in words. I genuinely hope life is treating you well as of late and if its not I hope it gets better!!!!! -your favorite, đ (Literally though thank you I cannot stress this enough, and if anything, you're MY favorite like oh my god)
Sobbing reading this thank you!!! I keep meaning to sit down and finish re-reading everything so I can try to pick writing back up + go through and fix the formatting/a few typos along the way, but life has been a little hectic and I've been super focused on some other personal projects, but 4x2 has not left my brain, lives there rent free. It's super weird to me to think that one of the last times I was working on it was last year....
One day. One day we will see Y/N and our silly backseat captain return for more chaos and shenanigans and blatant lack of self preservation but at least they know they have none. I projected too hard onto Y/N and apparently that's resonating with people, lmao!! <3 <3 Thank you again for the plethora of kind words, they will live rent free in my head with the bits and pieces of the plot I'm still juggling like our beloved bouncy ball.
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Ok we are so back! Exam tomorrow but I had to stay up for this chapter, no excuses
February 2023
Ok jump a month I think?
She takes a deep breath and walks around to the passenger side calmly, her nerves bubbling just beneath the surface.
- oh? Where are we off to and whatâs got you nervous p?
Paige smirked, brushing off her nerves as best she could. âOnly the best for you,â she replied, her voice low and confident, though her heart wasnât quite as composed.
- bless her sheâs stressed
They spotted Azziâs family seated at a table near the back. Tim, Azziâs dad, was the first to notice them, his face breaking into a grin that he quickly masked with a mock-serious expression.
- ahhhh we are meeting the parents I get it now, did they not properly meet when they were home? Oh wait they werenât properly together then
âWell, well,â he said, standing as Paige approached. âPaige, I trust youâre taking good care of my daughter?â
- Azzi got a whole army around her I donât think Paige would dare
âYou too, sir,â Paige said, her voice more relaxed now.
- sheâs so formal bless my babyđđ
After greeting everyone Paige felt a small sense of relief as she settled into the rhythm of their banter.
- funny thought but Iâm assuming those hickies have disappeared now, Azzi maybe donât claim your girl in front of your parents
Azzi tugged lightly at her sleeve, pulling her toward the table.
- quiet dominance aww
Youâre officially back, right?â
- yayyy
âYouâve been working hard,â Azzi chimed in, her voice soft but full of pride. âSheâs already looking scary in practice.â
- a lil bit of gf glaze ok ok!
Paige smirked, leaning back slightly in her chair. âI donât need hype. You already know what itâs like tryna guard me.â
- thatâs my cocky confident girl back!
Her tone softened slightly as she added, âIf anyoneâs taking us to the next level, itâs Azzi. Ms. National Player of the Year over here.â
- matching her freak with the gf glaze okok!
I canât imagine what itâll be like with two big egoâs in the house now, yours is already bad enough..â
- I know their teammates hate them, between the lost sleep and the need for noise cancelling headphones and thisâŠ
Azzi swallowed, trying to keep her thoughts in check, but something about the combination of Paigeâs polished appearance and the way she carried herself tonight tugged at something deep within her.
- AZZI UR AT DINNER WITH YOUR PARENTS. DO I HAVE TO MAKE A SELF CONTROL JOKE??
âPaige,â Azzi said softly, her tone perfectly casual despite the way her pulse was racing. âSomething in my dress is poking me. Can you come with me to the bathroom to help me fix it, please?â
- oh. My. God. Paige I take back everything Iâve ever said about your self control because this is actually insane. Like actually Azzi, this is crazy work.
Paige turned to her, her lips curving into an easy smile. âOf course,â she said, already moving to stand. âExcuse us,â she added, glancing at Azziâs parents with her usual politeness.
- they 10000% have realised. Oh my you are not subtle!
Once she was satisfied, she grabbed Paige by the tie, pulling her into the nearest stall.
- oh myâŠ
âWe canât go this long without sex again,â Azzi whispered, her tone half-scolding, half-pleading as she tugged on Paigeâs tie to pull her even closer.
- how long has it been! Damn! Was that post Elle sex not good enough?
Paige didnât respond with words. She fixed Azzi with a lookâalmost offended by the question.
- Azzi baby I think you know the answer to that
Azziâs hands wandered, finding Paigeâs right hand and lifting it between them. She toyed with Paigeâs fingers, as she began sliding the rings off one by one.
- ok! casual about this so casual!!
Paige moves her hand in between Azziâs legs pulling her underwear hastily to the side, slipping her fingers in with ease making Azzi gasp.
- I am fearing they are gonna be caught by Katie or something oh lord these freaks
Azzi let out a soft whimper, her fingers sliding to Paigeâs collar as she whispered back, âYou look too good tonight. Iâm sorry I couldnât wait.â
- yeah cos Paige is so sad that she has to fuck you in the bathroom right now
Azzi whispered out her tone breathless but quiet.
- well thank god sheâs being quiet!
I canât wait to have you later..take my time with you.
- oh lord this boutta be a chapter and a half!
Paige added quietly as she sucked on Azziâs neck softly, careful not to leave a mark.
- how considerate
A single tear threatening to slip free as she clenched her jaw. With a quick, almost desperate motion, Azz grabs Paigeâs free hand and brings it to her lips, sinking her teeth into it to muffle herself as she comes undone on Paigeâs hand.
- oh. my. god. hope that doesnât leave a mark! âOh Paige what happened to your hand!â - in T-2 minutes by Azzis dad
As soon as Azzi seeâs this her lips are wrapped around them immediately, her tongue tracing every inch of them as looks at Paige.
- This is insane
Before Paige could process the moment, Azzi was already straightening herself, smoothing her dress back down as she silently stepped out of the stall.
- woah! That was a quick turnaround! Was it less than 10 minutes?
Katie nodded, satisfied. âAh, okay. Just wanted to let you know the foodâs at the table.â
- oh my god you lucky she came in now
Leaning in, she gave Paige a quick peck on the lips, her voice soft as she whispered, âI love you.â
- if I was Paige Iâd be exploding rn
âI think you mightâve left these in the bathroom when you were washing your hands,â the server said with a polite smile, holding out the rings Azzi had taken off of her.
- HAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAH HOW ARE THEY GONNA EXPLAIN THISđđđ
âActually,â Azzi said, her voice smooth as she reached for the rings instead, âI can take those for her.â
- possessive show returns! Featuring the entire Fudd family!
Across the table, Katie and Tim observed the interaction, clearly surprised. Katie leaned closer to Tim, murmuring something under her breath, and he chuckled softly in response.
- I wonder what they saidâŠ
Later that evening, as the meal wound down, Paige excused herself from the table, claiming she needed to stretch her legs. Azziâs eyes followed her, narrowing slightly at the bullshit excuse. She knew Paige was up to something, but didnât stop her, choosing to finish the last few bites of her food instead.
- the oldest trick in the book Paige bueckers.
âDonât even waste your breath,â Azzi said, placing a hand on Paigeâs arm and squeezing gently. âIâve tried. Once she decides something, good luck changing her mind.â
- yh but ik you are proud right Azzi?
âNah,â Jon said, slinging an arm around Jose. âWeâre gonna hang out with Paige and Azzi for a bit.â
- I bet Paige and Azzi are thrilled
The sight of her had Azziâs mind wandering again far more than she cared to admit.
- go Azzi! Kick your brothers out! Get your girl!
She had promised Paige something that, in the chaos of their schedules, sheâd never actually followed through on.
- oh oh oh!!!
Azzi ignored the question, her focus shifting to Jon and Jose. âAlright, time to go home,â she said, her tone firm.
- EL OH EL
Azzi cut her off, her voice lower and softer now, but with a hint of urgency. âThey canât stay.â
- at least your siblings donât have to go through what your teammates do
âGo sit on the bed,â Azzi said softly.
- ok top Azzi! itâs your time to shine!!
Paigeâs lips parted, her voice coming out a little rougher than intended. âDo you have it on?â
- oh lord
âDo you want to see?â
- do you have to ask that??
Youâre... perfect,â
- true!
Azzi heard her, but a playful smirk tugged at her lips. She tilted her head slightly, feigning confusion. âWhat was that?â
- oh Azzi
Paige sat up slowly, her hands lifting to trace over Azziâs body.
- like a work of art
âIâd do anything for you,â Paige continued, her tone soft but steady, like a vow. âAnything, baby. You mean everything to me.â
- lover girl p! still horny, but still lover girl
Azziâs forehead rested against Paigeâs
- her anchor âșïžâșïž
Youâre incredible, you know that?â
- compliment for compliment every damn time
Iâve got you, baby. Let go for me.â
- the safety respect and love is sooooo
Paige hates when she teases her,
- my menace
Not even two seconds later
- guess they can both do it in less than 10 minutes!
Paige starts rubbing her hair, mumbling through her heavy breaths, âJust... gimme a second. Weâre not done.â
- damn how long did they not have sex for!?!?
Such a good chapter! I was going omg for most of it but loved the fluff and sweet moments in between. You captured their character so well and I loved how you wrote in Azzis family and Paige being so nervous! The ring part was my favourite, I burst out laughing. As always, update soon and hope you have a great rest of your day <3
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told you I would make up for the last chapter lol
you kept your reaction very cordial iâm extremely proud đââïž
which ring part đ€š
please get some rest for your exam and good luck ily đ«
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Summary: You wandered into Red Grave City to warn the âLegendary Devil Hunterâ of a certain⊠negative shift in the areaâs energy. It was an energy you knew to be demonic, and it grew stronger by the day. But on your way to meet with the intermediary, a noisy bird caught your attention. A noisy bird that would bring you to a frail man on the brink of falling apart.
Rated M âą Female Reader âą Before the Events of DMC Vâą Under the Cut âą Part 2
The news began to speak of the Qliphoth, or the âtree shaped object,â that emerged in Redgrave City. No one, from the average citizen to local police, had a clue that a powerful demon lurked inside. Despite repetitive warnings to take shelter, crowds loved to gather around the base and just stare. Ignorant fools, all of them.Â
You observed the horde from a helicopter heading into the den. There was you, V, and Dante of course, but an additional two women accompanied. One had short, ebony hair and an eye of green, an eye of red--not to mention an enormous arsenal. The other was a near carbon copy of the woman you saw on Danteâs desk, and she smelled like a demon. Frankly, it was all perplexing, but you assumed questions would receive no answers. They are beautiful though. You admired their deadly radiance.
While the three demon hunters chatted amongst themselves, you looked to V. His demeanor was entirely muted, and his face showed little expression. There was a decent understanding between you too at this point though, and you could tell there was anxiety building in him. You would have given him a reassuring squeeze on the shoulder; however, you had a feeling the gesture wouldnât be too well accepted.
âSo,â the black haired one drawled. âWho are you?â She eyed you rather intensely.
You introduced yourself. âWhat about you two?â You looked back just as intense. The names Lady and Trish rang out. âYour names are pretty,â you smiled softly.
âPretty?â Trish was surprised by the comment.
âMm,â you affirmed. âI wouldnât have guessed them. But they match perfectly.â
âAhhh, so you think weâre pretty, huh?â The girl named Lady tried to tease.
âExtremely,â you said with confidence, not allowing yourself to show embarrassment.
Both of them seem more than satisfied with your answer. âHow come you never pay us compliments, huh, Dante?â Lady complained.
âI donât want to inflate the egos of two crazy ladies anymore than they already are,â Dante replied with a shrug. That seemed to spark an impassioned, yet silly argument. It was an interesting display of friendship for you. I never knew it could seem so⊠fun.
The light air wasnât meant to last though. Once the helicopter landed, it was business. âHey, Dante,â Lady spoke up. âI havenât even heard the targetâs name yet.â
âUuh⊠hey poem kid,â Dante seemed peeved.
But in juxtaposition, Griffon began to laugh, âHee hee hee, thatâs our wise guy Dante! What a memory! V, he deserves some praise.â You couldnât help but roll your eyes at the bird. So extra.
â... some said, it is Urizen.â It was a name you proposed after you met up with Dante before the trip.
âHow about Urizen?â Those deep green eyes looked at you with a curious expression. âI read the story in your little book,â you explained.
âAh yeah, right.â Dante seemed less than enthused. âUrizen, Urizen. You people keep it in mind for me.â
âNot a problem,â you whistled a tune while exiting to wait outside Devil May Cry once again.
âIâm surprised you remembered the name,â V admitted.
âHow come? I spent quite some time reading the book while waiting for you.â There was a small pause before you giggled. âI was even pleasantly surprised by how soft your hair was. I thought about doing a little braid.â
âIâm glad it didnât come to that,â V placed his palm on his face, but it didnât fully hide the amused smirk on his lips. In spite of what was about to go down that night, you were glad you could provide some bit of comedic relief.
The skepticism on Trishâs face at the name made you a tad nervous, but whatever she was thinking, she didnât bring it up.
âLooks like the party venue is still open,â Dante announced as you made your way into the Qliphoth.
âShit, gross.â Your nose crinkled upon moving forward. But why does it seem similar to Vâs faint demonic scent?
Lady affirmed, âOh, it stinks in here.â
âI know. Smells like hot garbage.â Dante fanned himself with an irritated expression. But was it truly irritation, or something else? You couldnât help but remember his reaction to the true name of the demon. Vergil.
V suddenly crumbled forward, and you caught him just in time before his whole body hit the (disgusting) bottom. His face looked similar to when he was on deathâs door. âV?â There was no hiding your concern.
âThis is far worse than I thought,â he whispered underneath his breath.
There was no time for questioning before Dante called out. âThereâs no crime in turning tail. These things might be a little too much for ya.â He continued to walk while looking at him, hands cooly in his pockets.
â... youâre right.â V gritted his teeth. âIâll leave the rest to you.â He turned on his heel, leaving both you and Griffon to stare in disbelief. Immediately, the demon flew over to question him in a panic.
Danteâs eyes turned to you. âWhat about you?â
You did consider your two options. You knew you could fight, and you could tell they needed all possible help. But could V make it without you? It seemed as though his health took a turn for the worst in the blink of an eye. âIâll go with him, just in case.â Dante nodded before waving goodbye unceremoniously.
It was only a short jog before you caught back up with V. âOne must always have an insurance policy,â he told Griffon. Strange. V acknowledged your presence with a nod. It let you know you werenât unwelcome or a hindrance to whatever he was planning. Had he not given you the clear, however subtle it was, well⊠you supposed you wouldâve turned back to rejoin the other there.
âWhat do you mean, insurance policy? Wait⊠Do you mean that brat?!â Griffon quite literally screeched. âHey, hey⊠he got his right arm lopped right off,â he tried to reason with V. âHe wonât be of any use in battle!â V mumbled some sort of reassurance to him, citing the blood of Sparda. It offered Griffon no comfort. âI said not to fall behind Dante, right? And then you just leave! If they kill him while we are out fetching some greenhorn, weâll...â the little demon trailed off.
V glanced back. âThat⊠wonât happen. I think.â It appeared this situation was worse than imagined.
âPerhaps I shouldâve gone,â you thought aloud.
âI believe you wouldâve died,â he paused. âAnd that would be rather unfortunate.â While V often omitted aspects of the truth, he didnât seem to lie about what he did choose to reveal.
You, Griffon, and V made your way back to Morrison and the helicopter. His expression was confused. âWell, that was quick. Whereâs Dante?â
âInside. Send the helicopter now.â It wasnât a question.
âRight now? And send where?â Clearly, the intermediary was puzzled.
âFortuna,â V stated.
Fortuna--it was a place you heard about in passing. Rumors of mass destruction caused by demons and the existence of cults in the obscure city floated about. Is this where that âbratâ resides? The entirety of the Qliphoth was once more in view. It was a disappointment, leaving before you had done a thing about the demon within.
Clearly, V noticed your irritation. âIt will be solved in time. It must.â Though he said that to you, it also seemed like he was reassuring yourself.
âI simply wish it will be sooner rather than later.â
You fell back into a lull of science. Until the pilot broke it with annoyed chatter about these âbooniesâ having no heliport and how heâd have to look for a little landing spot.
âThere is no time. Weâll meet below. Iâm going ahead,â V prepared to jump from the helicopter, causing the pilot to panic even further. He turned to you and offered his hand. You hesitantly took it. You had a suspicion Griffon would be the way down, but you were skeptical on how well heâd do with carrying the weight of two people.
You clenched your jaw when the air initially hit your face. âGod, fuck.â V seemed to laugh under his breath at you before pulling you a bit closer to make Griffonâs job easier.
âWhile I donât mind helping out because, yâknow, my life counts on it⊠try not work me too hard,â Griffon bitched. His complaints were met with no words of remorse.
Before your feet hit the ground, V began to discuss his plan. âIâm going through the window.â
âAlright, Iâll wait outside.â The distance to the bottom wasnât far, so you let go, landing on your feet softly enough. At least Iâm stealthy.
Over 15 minutes passed before your ebony-haired companion made his way back down. You looked around for whatever it was he came for. âHeâll be here shortly.â So it IS the brat.
The rattling of metal had you turning around, your eyes catching sight of a boy with blue eyes and silver hair--very similar to Dante. He looked to V, who he already met, then you with skepticism. Regardless, he moved forward to join you. âYouâre telling me thatâs our ride? Talk about posh.â When you looked at the city streets you assumed that yes, it was posh in comparison to what other residents typically saw. â...Donât get it too close, the others will wake up.â
V was irked by the comment. âDo I look like I can contact it right now? Try jumping and telling the pilot in person.â
âYeah, sure,â the other boy rolled his eyes. The conversational-less void quickly turned awkward, unlike the time you typically spent with V. You knew nothing about this boy though, and itâd be a lie if you said you werenât semi-interested.
While still staring forward, you said your name. The boy turned to you with a questioning look. âYour name?â
He seemed to consider whether or not he even wanted to give it to you at first. âNero,â he finally said.
Immediately upon landing in the Qliphoth, Nero seemed ready to rush in. But V warned him of the danger that waited. Shortly after, a gurgling sound came out from what you noticed to be Shadowâs âliquidâ form. âIâm leaving,â V looked over his shoulder. âI doubt you two would get lost here, but still⊠I suggest you do not fall behind.â And so he did go ahead, using Shadow as a mode of transportation.
Neroâs face soured a bit, making you release a short laugh. âNot very personable, is he?â
âI can agree to that,â Nero grumbled. It wasnât long before demons began to spawn, creating little roadblocks in your path. âGet behind me.â
âI appreciate the gesture, but I donât need protection, yâknow?â
âI donât see any weapons on you,â he eyed you.
You sighed. âWhy must one waste energy and space by carrying physical items?â You gave Nero a peace sign before allowing white-gold light to envelop your hand. With a small shake, the glow around your hand turned to light throwing needles. âYou take care of half of them, Iâll deal with the rest from a distance for now.â
The demons crawled closer and he grudgingly understood there was no time to ask more at the moment, but oh man, you knew itâd be constant interrogation once there was time. Whatever. A disgusting creature with both the face of a man and an antâs body caught sight of you. You lazily threw a needle at it, watching it explode once it was pierced between the eyes. They were clearly bottom of the barrel demons. They were quick work for you, and clearly Nero as well who finished shortly after you.
âSo you gonna tell me what the hell that was about?â He placed his shoulder across his back as you two continued walking.
âDonât think thatâd be right,â you drawled, âI havenât even let V know yet, and Iâve been hanging out with him longer.â Nero huffed. âBut I will let you know that light exists to extinguish this darkness.â
âHow poetic,â he rolled his eyes, which warranted you to bump you first on his head. âHey! What the hell?â
âDonât be a douche, Nero,â you stuck your tongue out. âBut yâknow what? I wonât give too much away from myself, but I have to say, for a kid with one arm, Iâm rather impressed by your sword skills.â
âTch. You shouldâve seen me when I had both,â it was funny how quickly Nero could go from brooding to cocky.
A sideways smirk spread across your face. âWouldâve loved to spar with you and kick your ass.â
You both continued to banter and deal with anything in the way. It was actually fun, and, surprisingly, the pair of you laughed together. It took no time for you to see V in the distance once again.
Nero stepped forward. âHuh? What, did you come back?â
The comment undeniably miffed V. âI told you, had I not? Your presence is needed.â You still didnât quite understand why he needed Nero. He was strong, yes, but he still only had one arm. And if the reaction V and Griffon had earlier meant anything, this demon was far out of Neroâs league.â
Speaking of the devil (or rather the demon), Griffon piped up. âHey, hero, you do know your role, right?â Nero quirked a brow at the bird. âWhat Iâm saying is get going. Weâll take care of the grunts.â
âWhatever,â he turned around. But then he called out your name, which had a surprisingly colloquial tone to it. âYou coming with?â Dante asked the same thing, and you would give the same answer.
âThis seems to be your fight,â you shook your head. âIâll stay back and help here.â
âGotcha,â Nero nodded and began to move forward.
Griffon cackled, âFast friends, huh?â
âHeâs a funny kid. But how about we focus on the issue before us, hm?â The demons, which Nero had let you know were called empusas, bubbled up.
âWork, work, work!â Despite the complaint, Griffon charged then released cracks of lightning onto the demons. âFuck yeah!â Huh, I guess I never saw what he did. The bird then chided V for not helping.
âDonât rush me,â he voiced as he pierced one of the empusas. âGarbage.â
âHe, he, thatâs the spirit. We gotta catch up to the kid! Even she is helping out!â Griffon was ranged, you noticed, so you took a more melee stance this time (as opposed to your strategy alongside Nero). Instead of conjuring the needles, you created an elegant scythe of light. While the hacking and slashing was entertaining, being splattered by rancid demon blood was a major downside.
âUgh, disgusting,â you at least wiped it off your face. V looked at you, startled and speechless. âNo time for a Q and A, weâre needed ahead.â You grabbed his (warm) hand and began to run forward. âI can tell theyâre right up there!â
The first thing you saw was Nero already bloody and beaten. âFuck, Nero!â You rushed towards him and continued to scan the scene ahead of you. Dante. Lady. Trish. All of them lying on the ground in defeat. The demon, the monster, who defeated the famed devil hunters sat at the far end, appearing bored on his âthrone.â
âHe lost?! How did this happen?!â Griffonâs panicked screeches rang in your ears. âOh no⊠oh no⊠This is it. This is the end.â
V softly murmured âDanteâŠâ It was as if that conjured him back from the grave.
âRound two!â He transformed into a devil right before your eyes. Who the hell are all these people I got involved with?
âHeeey, what do we do?! We could lose an arm too V!â Griffon flew around anxiously. âEarth to princess V! Get yourself together!â You joined his chorus of yells, however⊠the words did not reach his ears. Tears rolled down Vâs face and you realized just how dire this situation was for him.
âV!â You and Griffon shouted, but he continued to stare ahead. âV!â This time you took him by the shoulder and began to turn him around. âWe need to go!â His eyes finally came back into focus and he nodded.
âGet Nero out of here! This was a bad move,â Dante yelled out.
âI can still fight,â Nero screamed in response but you were already beginning to pick him up and drag him away. âTch, shit, back off!â
âYouâre just deadweight!â By expression alone, you could tell that Danteâs words reverberated through his whole being.
Even as the ground collapsed, Nero shouted, âQuit messinâ, back off!â
âWe have to leave here!â You and V both tried to shake sense into the boy. âHeâs far stronger than we couldâve imaginedâŠ!â
âThat bastard called me âdead weightâ?! Donât underestimate me!â Nero screamed out Danteâs name.
Your eyes widened with shock as V threw Nero against a wall. âIf youâre frustrated then think of ways to get stronger!â You had never heard his voice ring so loudly. âIf Dante loses⊠I need you to defeat Urizen.â Neroâs face was full of scorn, but he seemed to finally give up fighting you and V off.
âYes Urizen, the demon kingâŠâ Heâs the demon king? Fuck. âThatâs the name of the demon who took your arm,â V explained to Nero. It was news to you that it was Urizen who stole Neroâs arm. First question you had was why? What was so special about his arm that the demon king needed it to ascend? Perhaps I can barter information with him another day. Iâm sure we shall meet again.
A crisp snap cut the air, and suddenly the black from Vâs hair dissipated, leaving only white behind. An enormous creature crashed down and busted the rocks. Its appearance seemed to be made of rock (though that would be too simple) and it had a single eye. Another of Vâs familiars, huh? But unlike Shadow and Griffon, especially, it didnât seem to have any conscience. âThis is Nightmare,â V Â whispered to you. Good to know he thought that you may want that information.
The descent was over and once the familiar gurgled away, Vâs hair became black once more.
âWhereâs Dante? Hey!â Morrison exclaimed, voice full of confusion.
âHeâs buying us time.. But it wonât last long,â V answered smoothly, not showing his despair to the other man.
Morrison was stunned. âDante lost?!â
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i start doing morning feedings tomorrow so im Nervous
#i already know how to feed the horses n so on n so forth because ive been doing it for two weeks now#but ive been doing evening feedings and the morning feedings a little bit different.#just a little though#overall it'll be easy#ive read through the instructions like 10000 times to make sure i actually understood#because sometimes my brain doesnt comprehend words#and ive written everything down#so we might be good#im so glad to have a steady schedule though!#morning feedings on monday tuesday and saturday#evening feedings on saturday and sunday#it also leaves my schedule pretty damn open for if im able to get another job on top of this#so yay!
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AGREE AGREE AGRE 10000%.
Like, Bobbyâs heart wasnât beating for FOURTEEN MINUTES, but he immediately wakes up & is then right back to work?? No lingering effects, no coma dreams, absolutely 0 drama from him? Weird?
I donât feel like the Diaz parents were supportive, I feel like they were just as manipulative as ever, but maybe I just donât like them & thatâs coloring my view of their scenes? Who knows. Also I guess weâre not getting whatever Isabelâs secret was, which Iâm bummed about bc I LOVE Isabel Diaz đ©
BuckTommy continues to underwhelm & make me uncomfy, but thatâs fine, bc it was like, 15 seconds lmfao.
Iâve BEEN confused about Madney taking Mara in, both because of the logistics AND Ortizâs crusade, itâs wild to me that sheâs stopping at Hen? That makes 0 sense to me, but thatâs gotta be it, right? Bc would they really just keep dragging this storyline out & out & out? I mean, they wouldâve said something to the affect of her going after the rest of the 118 if thatâs the direction they were planning on taking, right?
We knew Gerrard was coming back & yes it sucks. Also, it makes no fucking sense bc heâd gotten so many complaints that he had to be taken out as captain & now heâs just⊠back?? W no problem? Like, I know this is TV, but still.
I figured we werenât going to get any hint of Queer (gay) Eddie this episode bc of how much was going on, but all the hype had my hopes up đ©
I knew Amir was innocent, but I was definitely not a fan of the way Athena went about everything. Like, god damn, girl. You can NOT keep doing this & expecting me to root for you đ
Iâve never really been a fan of the writing on 911 & some of the weird ass choices they make, & i guess itâs good to see that that doesnât change just bc thereâs a different show runner for this szn đ. Iâm hoping it was just bc this was a shorter season & s8 will be better đ
Also, I will not live if Buddie doesnât go canon (I mean, I will, bc I have to, but I will be crushed) but I agree that it doesnât seem like the show has made a choice either, & maybe itâs just bc they were writing the episodes as they were going (which is still fucking insane to me, but okay?) but I genuinely donât think they know whatâs going on anymore than we do, & that doesnât feel great lmfao. Again, hopefully they figure it out in s8.
Okay I think thatâs it, Iâm sorry for word vommiting all over your post, OP đ
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Oof... I have to say that every single storyline in that episode was unsatisfying imo
Bobby waking up 30 mins into the episode and everyone just lightheartedly moving on?
Buck and Christopher didn't hug goodbye and Buck and Eddie also didn't hug?? This episode's Buckley-Diaz scenes were just kinda meh aside from Eddie telling Christopher goodbye (pls Christopher come back next season wahhh) and I liked seeing Eddie's parents be more supportive
Bucktommy scene was cute but there continues to be no chemistry between them so what's the point???
Madney taking in Mara in a truly flabbergasting series of events???? There's no way they'd be approved as a kinship home for Mara, and there is no possible way on this earth they would be licensed as foster caregivers that quickly. Also, if Ortiz's interference removed Mara from Henren, why would she not continue to interfere with Mara being placed with Madney? (As if such a person would even have influence in this situation in the first place.) I mean, I like that the outlook is positive now, so yay? This one might just be me because I work in foster care and I just know how things work, but it is so grating. Oh, also, there is no way Hen would be able to just march into the group home and see Mara. No. Way. A fabricated tale that doesn't exist. I know, I know, I know, it's tv. But they could have done a modicum of research :')
I thought we were supposed to get some kind of cliffhanger????? I mean, I guess?? I'm not feeling a lot of suspense lmao. Gerrard will be captain while Bobby figures out how to take the 118 back, there will be drama until suddenly it'll all be better again.
And lastly, Family Feud theory is bones </3 But if it turns out eventually that Eddie is queer, we will all know that Family Feud was always on our side lmao
Okay, I guess the one satisfying part was that Amir's character and intentions were finally made clear... he was so clearly innocent, just hurt. I appreciated his role in this season and the actor KILLED it.
Dang I'm just frustrated with this season's writing overall. Bi Buck is wonderful, but I can't say I enjoyed a lot else, but it seems like I'm in the minority idk! I understand it was only 10 eps though and I'm still glad we got the season. I'm a Buddie shipper btw, but if it doesn't go canon, I'll live. However... it seems almost like the writers themselves haven't even decided, and um... they need to decide and then they need to commit to what they decide. I've been saying that for a loooong time. Keeping it THIS open-ended and hinting around is a disservice to everyone at this point, I think. I just think they're scared to make a choice, honestly.
I'm relieved to hopefully not be thinking about 9-1-1 anymore for a few months, but I have to find a new lil hyperfixation for a while. Suggestions? Lmao and does anyone wanna talk about our feelings? đ„Č
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