#whatever. i just thought it was cute. fuckin sue me

[folaireamh]

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[maxwellendowed]

Day 12: Which Movie Would you Like to See a Sequel to?

Okay yeah I know I'm behind, fuckin sue me. I've been having a rough month and why I decided to do this now is beyond me. I was HOPING to have it all go well and fucking enjoy the worst month of the year, but I guess not. Whatever. Here's wonderwall...

I am, Spider. OKAY SO I literally only have one more Tom movie for my list and I've watched everything...I just watched Losin It with @pixlerelish recently and dudes....it really wasn't as bad as I thought it was gonna be.

plus look at how baby he is! Ugh pretty sure everytime he came on screen I said something to that effect. lol

But anyway, hear me out.

WHAT IF

Woody got the girl in the end? Like listen okay. Kathy could realize she doesn't want Larry anymore (I mean she did divorce him, not finalized but WHATEVER) like idk I thought they were really cute and they should be able to have their time together, even if they don't do anything long term.

Spider obviously didn't learn his manners because of how the movie ended so we need some kind of closure with that. Maybe he joins the military in some fashion? Cougar AU anyone?

Gonna skip over Dave....(even though he got the tiniest smidgen of character development) which is more than can be said for a lot of other characters in Tom's movies.

Wendell, ah Wendell. He was honestly my favorite part of the whole movie. But like, idk he could still do stuff in high school. Why not?

Anyway, thanks for coming to my TedTalk.

@lovesickmermaid :P

@pixlerelish *push*

[lonepower]

oh I completely forgot to actually post my one single liveblog post i just saved it as a draft lmao. anyway if anyone wants my realtime Romulus Thoughts (tl;dr it's good) here ya go~

oh hey it starts on my birthday!! already a good sign <3

the audio quality on this cam is only a little bad but i cannot understand anyone for Shit. the 2 identical british dudes especially are basically speaking Peanuts Parentsese. i've been spoiled rotten by the shift to streaming and need my subtitles ))):

i really like this actress, she reminds me of someone - daisy ridley or summer glau maybe? she's so cute uvu

oh i want her and Pretty Hair to kiss so bad. she looks like she's shaping up to be the final girl though so i should probably not get too attached to anyone else, rip

ohhhhhhhhhh here we go

man I REALLY wanna know what their homeworld is like. I mean like the actual original world they came from instead of whatever time travel shit or w/e that prometheus was on, idk i blocked it from my memory. anyway there's so much about their design & behavior that seems like they're meant to be amphibious/semiaquatic to me? they're about the right size to fill the same niche as sharks or crocodiles, too...... did hr giger actually think about this stuff or was he just like "hey you know what would be fucked up"

rip bald girl we hardly knew ye. you were facehugged on all those posters anyway so i'm glad you weren't interesting

awwwww, no, man, don't, don't do that, that's not cool. why do we gotta do this. cmon. fuckin nightmarish

 

I'M A SHAM. A FRAUD. I HAD TO DOUBLE CHECK THE ROOT ON WIKTIONARY AND THE PLAGIARISM MACHINE WAS RIGHT. MY CREDIBILITY IS RUINED

girl go see a gynecologist or something i don't think that's a normal pussy pH

hnnNNnggH i'm ngl though that was. hot. also a very satisfying death for my least favorite character. i hope it hurt as much as it looked like it did 🤭

LAUREL IS CANON????? man she was a fun oc i should play around w her some more. love me some xeno gene therapy gone wrong. better hope the canon version doesn't fuck you up the same way<3

LMAOOOO NOT 2 MINUTES LATER!!!! EXACTLY THE SAME WAY! i'm so delighted my cringe nae nae river-tam-expy science-experiment mary sue is explicitly canon compliant now. this is great. oh my god.

Oh This Will Go Well

•HAROLD.............................

oh this is a Cool setpiece that seems very ill-advised

...yep. nicely foreshadowed, too

• HEL FUCKING LO??????? 👁️👄👁️

XENOMORPH YURI REAL. GOD I WISH THAT WERE ME

okay wait on slowmo rewind #4 that's actually the one from before? i'm no less jealous but slightly more confused. xenomorph yuri is still real thank you god 🙏🙌

ohhhhhhh that's why. yeah that makes more sense lol.

oh to be tenderly rescued by a terrifying alien who's only saving my life so they can use my body for their own nefarious ends. who said that

NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO THEY WERE IN LOVE YOU DICK!!!!!!

also the bishop echo at the beginning was cute but this one didn't land. you can do better. :\

while we're still on the subject tho: i think we do need an Enemy Mine scenario with a xeno now. the yautja got one with scarlex. it's time. i deserve it

Oh here we go. xenomorph yuri real round 2(????)

HEY WAIT NO WHAT THE F U C K

honestly this is just an accurate representation of what normal human pregnancy sounds like to me. having a little creature burst out of your ribcage killing you instantly is Vastly preferable tbh

i think this thing is less unsettling than the newborn but only barely. like 0.4% less unsettling. what the fuck

average white man behavior

i like my idea better tbh. Pretty Hair deserves to be monsterified and Final Girl deserves a terrifying mutated alien gf. we could have had it aaaaaaaaalllllll

I DO appreciate the obvious resurrection parallel though. my black sheep most beloved getting the legitimacy & recognition it deserves 😔✊

in conclusion WE ARE SO FUCKING BACK. resurrection and avp will probably always be tied for my favorites and tbh I would rank 2 a little higher as well, but this was solidly middle of the pack which is a gargantuan fucking improvement. the main thing is that it was Actually Recognizably An Aliens Movie which, after the prometheus/covenant nightmare, is honestly the highest praise i can give. thank GOD

[unknownjpegs]

uniform

“Huh?”

Xavier stares up from his seated position on the edge of the bed. It’s bare, because they’d been in the midst of Saturday morning chores when the thought had struck him. The sheets were a tossed mess in the corner of the room, draped half over their (or Benji’s, at least) “random shit” chair. He’d grown up with one of those in nearly every room of their house: a place to throw the daily useful stuff when it made no sense to put it away, or an orphanage for the get-to-later bits. 

Xavier hadn’t grown up that way. Xavier had grown up in a Saint Zita type of household, he’d said once. Whatever the fuck that meant.

It says quite a lot that Xavier’s eyes don’t stray over towards the mess — compliments, all of it. At least Benji takes them that way. Might have a bit to do with the circumstances, if he’s honest. 

Good set of circumstances to be in, too. They’re close, touching in all of Benji’s favorite sort of ways to touch. Xavier’s hands make repeated passes over his hips, climb up his sides a bit. The motion bunches his old standard issue shirt, and while the glide of skin over skin seems to be intended to distract Benji, it reminds him way more of someone who launches a punch way too fucking hard at one of those arcade weights. The expression on his freckled face is slack shock — certainly reminiscent of a surprise blow. 

“Please don’t make me repeat myself,” Xavier pleads, tone whiny. “It’s embarrassing. And weird. Can you just — without —“

“No.” When Xavier doesn’t budge, just keeps his mouth twisted in an adorable, stubborn pout, Benji cracks. “Heh, okay. Fine. Fuckin’ sue me. It was cute n’I want to hear it again.”

“It was weird.”

Benji gathers his face up in his hands, squeezing his cheeks. “All right? You ask me ‘bout forty weird things a day. Gonna kill you to go —“

Xavier squirms away from his grasp, feet kicking a little as he shoves at Benji. ��Fuck you, fuck you. Don’t tease me. Don’t, you asshole, you are being an asshole.”

The ensuing grapple brings them both to the floor in front of the bed, a mess of limbs and dirty tricks (a hand in Xavier’s hair, fingers dug into th soft spot above Benji’s hip that makes him laugh and squirm). 

“The boots?” Benji squeaks in an admittedly inaccurate falsetto between waves of his horrible, breathless fit. “B-Benji, haha, what about the boots? Boots too, please? Ha— ow! Pleaseee, Benji?”

Xavier still swears at him, punctuating by absolutely mad sounding giggles of his own. They end up in an uncomfortable pretzel, arms and legs wrapped around each other. And Xavier paws across the ground for one of the mentioned shoes (because of course Benji had gone to find them, he’d asked). He waves it threateningly in the air, eventually landing a heel to the back of his thigh.

“You’re always after it once you’ve lost, huh?”

“I’m always after it, period.” Xavier clarifies with a huffing chuckle, rubbing his face into the carpet. “And I didn’t lose. You cheated.”

His hair gets ruffled for the trouble, making him scowl and buck. Benji keeps him easily in place with a knee on the small of his back. And just like that, all the fight drains from the body beneath him, goes sweet and slack. There’s a soft relaxing of all the muscles, and then right as Benji suspects the noise will slip free: Xavier whimpers.

“See? After it. Just a piece of fucking meat to you, am I?”

“Fuck you.” Xavier says again, shuffling in place as much he can with the grip Benji’s got on him. “Put them on already.”

*

Benji does. Because Xavier asks. 

And the first time he’d done so, eyes big and excited yet hands wrung together, Benji had hesitated. Not for his own sake, but — 

Well, the spare uniform wasn’t a perfect copy of his old one. But it was close enough he figured there’d be some lingering memories there. The last time Xavier had seen it on him, after all, had been —

A warm hand cups around his rib, right over that injury. As if he knows. Probably does, at this rate. He’s always going on about Benji’s face, Benji’s eyes, Benji’s nose. He figures Xavier spends enough time staring to catch his tells.

Benji, too, does a bit of staring on occasion. He knows that particular slant to his brow means I’m worried and not I want it bad, but the latter will come out soon enough.

“M’okay.” He assures, flattening his own hand over Xavier’s. His knuckles aren’t as rough as they once had been, touching that same place. Keeping his insides as firmly inside as he could. “You?”

Xavier nods. The hand slides again, a quick pass over the curve of his lower back. 

“You look, like, stupid hot right now. Not right now only, but. I mean, you know. Especially right now.”

Benji snorts. “Boots complete it, yeah?”

The slow, appreciative drip of Xavier’s down his body makes that lick of heat return. It settles in the pit of his stomach, this internal twist and twitch that leaves a heavy weight in its absence. He likes that twist. Wants to feel it again.

“Do you know how many times I jacked off to like, this exact thing?”

“Can’t count that high.” Benji teases. “So I’m surprised it’s still attached.” His hand sweeps teasingly between Xavier’s thighs, making him gasp and part his knees. 

“It was a close call for awhile.” Xavier leans forward until his chin touches the center of Benji’s chest, right on that patch stitched to his vest. Gets a taste of his own medicine, like that. Big green eyes blink up at him, half-lidded and so intense he gets that itch to look away. 

“Yeah?” He has to kiss Xavier then, for the sweet, bobbing nod he gives in response.

“Yeah. Might, uh. Actually. Might have had like…lasting effects? All that cranking it. Might need it, like, looked at. Or whatever”

Benji rolls his eyes, cups Xavier’s face to shake him. “Uh-huh. By a medic, I’m guessin’. You ever gonna get new material?”

“When it stops working.”

Benji’s eyes narrow, brow dropping at the challenging little note to his voice. If it’s a reaction Xavier is after, and he figures it is with all this work gone into getting Benji wrapped like this again, he’s more than happy to give one. 

“Take those off, then.”

Xavier’s smile curls nasty, a soft glint in his eye that indicates he’s gotten exactly what he wants. His fingers walk dramatically up Benji’s chest, tuck into the edge of his vest like they had a dozen times, a hundred times, before this. He pulls a little, no real power behind it, but Benji holds fast. Chin tilted, Xavier bats his eyes. 

“Actually can you repeat that? It sounded cute and—”

Benji snatches his chin up in rough fingers. Not a cruel grip, anyway. Just the gloves. Xavier had also asked for those. And, well — he’d asked. 

Now he cuts off, though, with a slippery whine that drops right into Benji’s stomach along with the tight, heavy knot of want. Benji squeezes his face until pink lips pucker. The smile drops off them entirely, replaced with something much needier.

“You pullin’ rank on me?” Benji shakes him again, just a little. His other hand smooths Xavier’s hair back from his face, but the pet doesn’t stay soft. His fingers go tight and mean right at at spot on his skull where the hair’s thickest, where it feels the best to grip, where there’s a sweet cowlick every fucking morning Benji turns and puts his face there—

“Nope.” Xavier breathes. His eyes flutter rapidly, because he hasn’t been blinking much. Just that staring that proper fucking gets to him. “Absolutely fucking not.”

“Good boy, then.” He knocks his knee to the side, brushing Xavier’s thigh. “Get on with it.” 

Xavier sets record time on that, to offer him credit where it’s due.

*

Things, as they tend to when both of them have worked the other up enough, progress. Xavier kneels in front of him submissively, head tilted back and cheeks as red and slick as his mouth. Another thing he’d asked for that Benji would be fucking mental to deny. 

“Yeah?” 

Xavier takes a second to catch his breath, throat bobbing. Benji loves this part the best, he thinks — not the hot, focused look at him when he’s sweet enough to get on his knees like that, tries his best to unravel him from the fucking seams. Nah, the part after. When he slips back into the moment a bit more, breaks the shivery surface with a toothy grin.

“You didn’t let me finish.” 

“Mate, come on — ‘cuz I’m not trying to fucking end it here. Sweated my arse off getting back into all this shit, and you want it over that fast?”

“Yep. Want it in my mouth,” Xavier chirps back, dropping his mouth open and tongue out invitingly. “Listen, hah, I accomplished what I set out to, y’know. Got you back in that disgusting fucking uniform and more importantly —“ he gives Benji a telling squeeze. “I’ll die happy right here, right now.”

Benji’s only aware of how sharp and dangerous his expression goes thanks to the oh fuck, danger look that Xavier tries to stifle.

“I mean, if you insist.” 

“Nah.” Benji tilts his head back, fingers under his chin. “You gotta insist.”

Xavier swallows audibly. “Sorry?”

Their faces come together again. Benji holds his gaze the whole time he bends forward at the waist. He hasn’t felt the heavy slip of cold chain around his neck in a long time. Hasn’t heard the clink of the tags together. And if it were someone else, a different place, just a few years earlier…he’d maybe be a bit concerned about how accessible that headspace remains. Maybe later, afterwards, they’ll talk about it. He hasn’t got a doubt that Xavier will know exactly what he means. That he’ll patiently listen if Benji decides his thoughts on the matter are as accessible, fumbling through those complicated, guilty emotions.

Maybe they’ll be too much. So maybe Benji will order take out and Xavier will put on something real shit and they won’t crash into bed until late, late.

Maybe Benji will have trouble sleeping, will end up on one of his now-rare late night excursions to the back porch where he’ll chain through three cigarettes and be red-eyed awake at sun up. 

But either way, tucked close to him in bed or coming to find him in that chair that rusts for all its use, hands gentled and concerned on his shoulders, Xavier will be there. That’s what matters. It’s safe, now. They can do this. The weird stuff, the fun stuff, the 'maybe this will make me think of that time…' sort of bad stuff. They’re together.

Benji pulls them closer still, palms cradling Xavier’s jaw. 

“Insist, then.” He repeats, smile definitely going devilish now. His thumbs press in towards the soft give of flesh at the top of that pale neck. “Ask for it.”

“Hn, fuck. Benji, but I —” 

Benji’s eyes narrow a bit more. Now he pulls them close enough their lips brush. Xavier’s pupils cross trying to maintain the eye contact, and that’s such a cute fucking thing to do he can’t even spare the thought toward it, he really will lose his mind this time.

“Ask me.” His fingers brush circles into Xavier’s cheeks. “Ask me t’fuck you, too, ‘cuz you want it so bad. Ask me, Xavier. C’mon. No? Nothin’? You don’t wanna convince me you deserve it, that you’ll look real cute takin’ it, make sweet little noises for me?”

Xavier paws uselessly at his vest, mouth dropped open. “Holy shit, this was like…a switch or something.”

“Little bit,” Benji admits with a grin, and drags him off his knees to face the end of the bed, get bent over it, have his arms tucked neatly to the small of his back. “Don’t move.”

“Aye aye!” Xavier whines, shuddering laugh bringing his voice so rough he sounds almost sick.

*

Benji would like to say that it’s normal, after that. They fuck like a regular couple most of the time, and he’ll swear that up and down whether Xavier has one of his annoyingly satisfied fucking grins on or not. But that would be a lie, and maybe a bit of a disservice to the whole point of it. 

Reality is, Benji drags the foreplay out until Xavier is slick with sweat and writhing, face buried in the bed and barely muffling the loud moans he lets loose as Benji’s fingers work him. He’s not normal about it, certainly not normal when Xavier begs for more, harder. When he gets dragged to the ground, shoved roughly to his hands and knees, Benji gets the feeling he doesn’t mind much that they’re not being normal.

That’s okay though. They’re doing it together. Even if its —

Rough, actually. More than a little mean. He’s curved his spine enough to get a tight fist in Xavier’s hair as he alternates between slow, agonizing rocks of his hips and properly hard fucking thrusts. He’s never done anybody this way before, knelt behind them on one knee. His other boot is firm near Xavier’s shoulders, which jerk back and forth while he keeps at it. Xavier had dragged a blanket from the corner to shove his face in, muffling the loud, sharp noise of his moaning somewhat.

Somewhat.

“Fuckin’ hell. Rattled the windows, that.” Benji laughs after a particularly soulful one. Sweat drips from every bit of skin, has his shirt clinging to his chest in a way he’d usually find uncomfortable. Now, though, it’s just obscene. Hot, because it was nasty. 

“Good? You want it like that?”

He punctuates the question with a particularly hard smack of his hips, that forces Xavier to jolt forward. Benji’s next chuckle is more a satisfied hum; it’s good for him too, and he’s closer than he’d care to admit. It’s good. Xavier splayed out with his chest touching the ground, his long legs keeping his ass in the air. His head tilts to the side suddenly, and Benji sees the deliberative, far-off shine to his gaze before his jaw cracks open. Xavier’s long, sighing moan is barely audible over the sound of their thighs coming together. 

That sound isn’t quite the focus of the next few seconds, though, because a pink tongue suddenly swipes a shiny trail over the toe of his boot.

They both pause. Everything quiets, freezes for a moment; Benji feels them stride up to one of those lines they tend to find, contemplate it together. His hand softens a bit in sweaty red hair. 

“Man. I’ve been wanting to do that forever.” Xavier arches his back and then settles back into position. “God, you’re fucking evil. Harder. Harder, please.”

Benji groans long and low, slumps forward to set his teeth into Xavier’s shoulder. Then he laughs and tightens his fist, uses that grip to push Xavier’s head back down. Puts his freckled cheek to the ground, watch pretty green eyes roll, that rosy flush bleed down to the dip of his spine. It begs for a tongue to follow, so Benji does. Xavier doesn’t ask for that. He does it because he wants to, because it feels good, because it’s weird and fun and —

He realizes that’s all it is, in that moment. Not a costume; has too much attached to it to be all trivialized. He wouldn’t want it to lose that meaning anyway. In a way, it feels worse to imagine forgetting. He’d rather remember the good things, make them better, and in just then it’s that — better.

Them. 

Benji’s smile buries into the blush-warmed flesh of Xavier’s shoulder, and he gets back to it with renewed vigor that brings them both to a loud, weird, good end. 

*

His belt digs into a spot on his lower back, even with the soft give of the mattress. All at once in the quiet retreat of adrenaline, when it’s stopped pumping like a mad beat at his temple, Benji realizes how uncomfortable he feels. And it’s a relief, that. That the ache in this fabric isn’t mental, but physical. He (when exhausted enough) used to be able to fall asleep like this. Full geared out, gun at his side or strapped between his shoulders. That feels as distant as it feels a part of him, now. Benji won’t be able to sleep, because he’s uncomfortable. And yet…

Catching his breath, Benji smiles and allow his eyes to slip shut. 

Only reason he won’t be able to sleep now is because of a hand glancing over his hip. The touch is light but insistent at his loosened belt. His smile widens because he wants them there. Wants deft fingers to slide beneath his shirt, under the tasteless green-brown camo. Wants them to touch and explore, appreciate. It isn’t that ugly, secretive touch. The kind that found places on his body crammed behind barracks, in an alley, accompanied a haunting little ‘be quiet, trooper’, after training, desire but no comfort. Even though he’s in this fabric, the touch doesn’t feel nameless. It isn’t faceless. 

Benji opens his eyes and tilts his chin to the side, meeting lidded green ones. “Can’t be serious.” 

“I want it again,” is all Xavier whines, squirming closer across their bed. He tucks a long leg over Benji’s hip, rocks until his lip catches his teeth. They kiss for a moment, mostly off-target and messy, until Benji yanks him away with a fistful of hair.

“Got an estimate, sir?” 

That startles a laugh out of him. The quip, the title — and mostly his lack of reaction to it. Nothing nasty or strange curling in his stomach. He huffs into a proper chest-heaving laugh that threatens to get him wheezing. Already breathless, anyway. He’s yet to catch it after the last round. 

“One of these days I’m going to fall over dead, y’know that? Fuckin’ insatiable, you dickhead. My blood pressure.” Benji says once he’s calmed down enough to speak. He reaches up and tucks hair behind Xavier’s ear, gloved fingertips lingering over his red, sweat-slicked cheek. He looks like he’s fucking glowin. Benji's heart squeezes. 

Second round isn’t so out of reach, suddenly.

After, his head hangs suddenly loose on his neck, a rough groan stuttering out as Xavier starts to laugh.

“Fuck, shut up. Sound too cute.” He growls, squeezing Xavier’s hip blindly. He finally stops thrusting, chin tilting back towards the ceiling instead of his chest. “Gotta stop that, m’fuckin’ —” his brows furrows, eyes slipping open as a little brush of anxiety tingles over the nape of his neck. “What’s funny?”

Xavier shakes his head, throat bobbing. His hazy eyes slide back, find Benji before pointing to the side. Benji looks. Long, trembling fingers curl and twist, fiddle with the loose black laces of Benji’s left boot. They’re pristine, because he’s never worn them before this. Never had reason to pull these standard issue back out, not the uniform either. Not until now. Not until this, together. It feels good not to have any other reason.

“Didn’t tie it,” Xavier whispers finally. His voice sounds hoarse, rough. Not from all the loud things Benji has pulled from the recesses of him. From something else, something softer, something more emotional and before. Benji cradles his cheek. 

“I can see your stupid socks.”

Benji looks down. Xavier is right: the tiny threaded face of a pastel cat peeks from the top of his left boot. He smiles, and Xavier reaches back with a trembling hand to wrap fingers around it, anchoring them both.

[hallabongy]

wrestling in bed with iwaizumi but like actually

i thought of this and had to just writing something about it... there’s some language, idk somewhat steamy (oooo a kiss how scandalous) not proof read cause my mind was just like BAM BAM lets goooooo. 

Anyway, RIDDLE ME THIS 

you and iwa had a small petty argument and in all honesty you both cant remember what is was about but you’re both to stubborn to apologize 

by the looks of it, this wasn’t going to get resolved before you both went to bed

“you know what? i really can’t do this right now. im going to bed and we can deal with this in the morning” iwa huffs out pulling off his shirt in the process and heading to the bedroom 

“fine whatever you say. you’re being a dick anyway” is all you mumble sneaking a peak at your bf’s back ( i mean how could you not)

you dont miss the way he lets out a scoff and a “yeah, ok” at that comment and you just know he’s rolling his eyes

as upset as you are, you’re also really fucking drained so you reluctantly follow him to your shared bed 

iwa’s already under the covers while you’re changing into one of his sweatshirts (not because you want to okay? it just already happens to be out duh... and smell like his cologne) 

you eventually crawl under the covers after using the bathroom, iwa’s back is facing you (cue another admiration of his strong back, sue me)

leaning over to turn of the bedside lamp you hear a quiet and angry “g’night” from his side of the bed before the room goes dark

something about the darkness makes the whole fight weigh a little more heavily on you and all you want is for it to be over so you can cuddle into iwa’s chest like you always do

just as tears are brimming your eyes you’re hit with a sudden shock of cold air as iwa pulls all of the covers onto his side

he doesn’t budge. he just stays asleep. surrounded by all. of. the. covers. 

you sit up, tears long gone, mouth gaped open just at a lost for words thinking  just how selfish this bastard could be. fuck this shit

you reach over to grab the edge of the blanket and with one big yank take it all for yourself “stop being so fucking annoying haji” 

now iwa’s wide awake with a groggy “what the actual fuck?!” whipping his head in your direction where you’re glaring at him, tongue stuck out, slowly raising a middle finger while mouthing “fuck off” 

oops big mistake. lets take some notes never to do that again cut the cameras to a very irked iwa-chan

“you fuckin brat” is all you manage to hear before you see him lunging at you to grab the covers back

let the fight for more covers begin!! lets just say there’s a lot of pulling, pushing, hair and face grabbing profanities yelled blah blah blah you know how it goes

your neighbors might have gotten the wrong idea from all the noise you two were making (if you’re picking up what im putting down wink wonk)

somehow iwa ended up on top of you using one hand to pin both your hands above your head the other running his hand through his hair to brush off the sweat you guys worked up from fighting 

you have to admit the view you’re getting from being under him is just *chefs kiss*

you writhe underneath him “get the fuck off of me you idiot i swear to god hajime i will fucking murder you” you seethe practically foaming at the mouth

iwa stares down at you smirk beginning to form across his stupid oh so irresistible face and can’t help but let out a laugh “oh my god you need to calm down babe”

“don’t tell me to calm down fucki-mmph!!” you’re cut off by iwas soft lips crashing on yours

you try to fight it but can’t help the moan you let out as he nips at your lips to slide his tongue in. he easily dominates this kiss lets be real folks

he pulls away only to marvel at your flushed face and heavy panting “as much as i find you hot when you’re mad at me and cute that you actually thought you could beat me..” iwa starts “shut up” you huff

“i wanna go to bed so can we please just make up and cuddle like normal” iwa finished

there’s a short silence since you didn’t expect him to straight out ask for it before you mutter a “yes please” pouting, not being able to look him in the eyes

“say that again sweetheart? i didn’t quite catch that” 

“YES FOR FUCKS SAKE PLEASE CAN WE JUST CUDDLE?” you’re practically screaming at this point

“sure thing honey” iwa lets go of your wrists and lays down in the spot next to you. pulling you into his chest while one arm goes underneath your head, the other over your waist

you let out a content sigh as you make yourself at home in the comfort of his broad and warm chest wrapping your arms around him and finally shut your eyes

you feel his lips press small kisses on your forehead, the hand on your waist slipping under your (his) sweatshirt rubbing your side before whispering “love you baby, sweet dreams”

a/n: im a simp for this man. no questions asked. and as alway like all my writing is this is so poorly written and thought out but like i hope i got the general vibe across. this was just fun to write and for some reason i can really see a situation like this playing out with him. 

[phantom-curve]

happy second birthday!! for the prompt list, how about number 8 and willex? au can be totally up to you!

Thank you! This one got away from me a bit, but I thoroughly enjoyed writing it and I hope you enjoy reading it!! Set in the gimme a chance AU, from before that fic starts, I give you flustered, protective Alex, hot for his boyfriend Willie, and some extra brown-haired himbos thrown in for fun.

#8: shielding the other one with their body (Rated T for language)

When Willie received the text from Alex inviting him to come watch his band practice, he thought it would be a nice, lowkey way of meeting the other boys that made up Alex’s family. They’d been dating for a few months now, ever since he had accidentally run Alex over while skateboarding down Hollywood Boulevard (not his finest moment, but hey, he got the guy in the end, right?), and he had heard plenty of stories about Luke and Reggie and the various shenanigans that they got up to on a near constant basis. Alex always tried to sound annoyed when he talked about his best friends and their ridiculous antics, but there was an undercurrent of true affection that underscored all his stories and told Willie how much he truly cared for them. He had been itching to meet them for a while now, but if there was one thing he had learned early on about Alex, it was that the drummer needed things to happen on his own timeline and not a moment sooner. Willie didn’t fully understand the need for a strict schedule and complete understanding of every situation, but if it made Alex happy, it made him happy. He was more than willing to go with whatever flow Alex directed.

What he was not expecting was to walk into a veritable war zone upon entering the studio the band rented out for practice.

Instruments were scattered about the space as if they had been dropped exactly where each boy had originally been standing, no regard for the guitar stands spaced out along the wall. One of the hi-hats on Alex’s drum set was overturned, the small stool he sat on to play shoved far away from the set, like Alex had stood in a hurry and not bothered to roll it back into place. There was a suspicious puddle near an open doorway at the back of the space. Not a single one of the Sunset Curve boys was inside. Willie entered cautiously, resetting Alex’s stool and righting the hi-hat. Loud yells sounded from outside, and slowly Willie made his way to the open door.

There was a small fenced in yard behind the studio, a few bicycles stacked and locked together along the outside wall. And, spread out across the yard, three 18-year-old boys with water guns pointed at each other, their hair and clothes absolutely soaked. The two brunettes were laughing, happy smiles stretched across their faces as they sprayed Willie’s boyfriend in a joint attack.

“You guys are such fucking children!” Alex was screeching, hands over his head in a pitiful attempt at shielding himself. “I told you Willie was coming by today; can’t you be normal for once?!”

“Awh, c’mon Lex!” The guy in a cut-off muscle tee lowered his water gun, grinning as he moved forward to shake his head like a dog, flinging water droplets in a wide arc. “It’s way too fuckin hot to play today. Live a little!”

Alex looked up as the other boy in a black tank top also lowered his weapon. Glaring, he whipped off his soggy light pink hoodie and threw it in the direction of the other two, smacking the first one right across the face with a loud, wet slap.

Willie’s mouth went dry. Alex was wearing a pale blue t-shirt, and the water from their fight had clearly soaked all the way through his hoodie. The light material clung to his chest and arms like it was painted on, the sight more beautiful than anything Willie had ever seen before. With his blonde hair flopping over his face, muscles glistening in the afternoon sun, Alex looked like an angel that had just emerged from the sea. Willie let himself appreciate the sight for a long moment before clearing his throat.

“Don’t stop on my account, Hotdog. Looks like you needed to cool off a bit.”

He grinned, loving the flustered way Alex suddenly stood fully at attention, running his hands through his wet hair and blessing Willie with a small peek at his toned stomach as his shirt rode up just a bit.

“Willie! Hi!”

The other two boys let out a chorus of oooooh Willie! in the background, but Willie couldn’t find it in him to focus on anything other than the sight of his boyfriend approaching, lips stretched into a cute little nervous smile. If he had known Alex would look this good all wet and ruffled, he would have dragged his butt to the beach long before now.

“I swear, I told them to be on their best behavior today, but it’s like talking to a brick wall sometimes.”

“Trust me, I do not mind.”

Willie let his gaze move slowly from the top of Alex’s head down and back up again, laughing softly as he watched Alex’s cheeks turn pink. Alex opened his mouth to say something, but then, almost as if he had a second sense for mischief, he was flinging himself in front of Willie, nearly slamming them both to the ground as he whipped his head around.

“No! Willie is off limits!!”

The warning was useless, cold water splashing along Alex’s back and splattering across Willie’s face and arms. The other two boys let out a howl of laughter, approaching fast and furious and unleashing a deluge of water that Alex’s body did absolutely nothing to shield Willie from. Alex sputtered and coughed against the water hitting his face until Willie finally reached up to tuck his boyfriend’s head into his neck, hiding his own face in the top of Alex’s wet hair. He shook with laughter, unable to be mad even as Alex growled into his neck, muttering curses against the other boys all the while. After another minute or two of unrelenting downpour, the water slowed to a trickle. Alex seemed to know what that meant before Willie did, unwrapping himself and turning around to face his bandmates.

“You are so dead.”

The brown-haired boys exchanged a look of panic, their water guns run dry while Alex still gripped one that Willie just now realized had a full tank. With a scream they dashed away, Alex sprinting after them and cornering them against the fence so he could hose them down without mercy. Willie hooted and hollered, egging him on, because it he thought soaking wet Alex was hot, soaking wet Alex as an avenging angel was even hotter. Willie bit his lip, enjoying the view for the short time that it took for Alex to empty out the tank on his water gun. When his ammo supply finally ran dry, he returned to Willie’s side, the other boys following close behind, all three of them laughing and shoving each other playfully. Alex slipped his hand into Willie’s, blushing again when Willie reached up to place a kiss on his cheek.

“My hero.”

Alex rolled his eyes, but the smile playing at the edge of his lips told Willie he liked the title. Willie reached a hand out to the other boys.

“Nice to meet you guys, I’m Willie.”

“Hey man, good to meet you,” the one in the cut off spoke first, bounding forward to grasp Willie’s hand. “Alex talks about you literally all the time. I’m Luke.”

Luke ducked away from Alex’s hand as he reached over to slap him, laughing manically. The other boy stepped forward, shaking Willie’s hand with unrestrained enthusiasm.

“I’m Reggie! Luke’s right, Alex does talk about you a lot. All good things though! It’s awesome to finally meet you!”

“Likewise.” Willie grinned, knocking his shoulder against Alex’s as the blonde slapped a hand over his face.

“Okay, okay, yes I talk about you a lot. Freakin sue me.”

“I think it’s cute. I talk about you a lot too, ya know,” Willie murmured, delighting in the pink that stained Alex’s cheeks yet again. Man, he would never get tired of that reaction.

“Oh yeah? Who are you gossiping about me to, pretty boy?”

Willie felt his own cheeks burn at the nickname, leaning in closer so his nose was nearly touching Alex’s.

“Wouldn’t you like to know?”

“Okay, as cute as all this lovestruck shit is, these jeans are not the most comfortable when they’re wet,” Luke’s voice broke the moment, and Willie coughed slightly to cover up his laugh as Alex let out an embarrassed squeak. “Let’s pack it up and go back to the apartment for dry clothes and then we can go get tacos!”

“Oooo tacos! Yes!! Luke, is that one guy selling over by the bar today do you think? His eloté is the best!”

Reggie was practically bouncing, bopping behind Luke as the other boy made his way into the studio and began to clean up the mess left from what Willie guessed was the beginning of their impromptu water fight. Willie slipped his hand into Alex’s letting himself be tugged along as his boyfriend unlocked the stack of bikes.

“I like your friends.”

Alex glanced at him out of the corner of his eye, smiling softly through the hair that flopped in front of his face. Willie moved it away, letting his hand linger behind the other boy’s ear for just a moment.

“They’re alright I guess.”

But the fondness in his tone told Willie they were more than alright. They were Alex’s family, and the love between them was genuine and ran deep. Willie grabbed his skateboard from the spot he had left it next to the bikes, tucking it under his arm as Reggie and Luke reappeared from the studio, guitars safely stowed in cases strapped to their backs. Reggie was still talking a mile a minute as Luke turned to lock the back door.

“-and then we should have a Star Wars marathon. Wait!”

Reggie turned to Willie with a serious expression that looked frighteningly out of place on his freckled face. Willie gulped slightly, sure this would be the point where Alex’s brothers would start their interrogation to make sure he was actually deserving of their best friend.

“Did you call Alex ‘Hotdog’ earlier?”

Willie relaxed, laughing loudly as Alex threw his hands up.

“God, you tell a guy about the worst food poisoning of your life one time and you’re stuck with a horrible nickname for the rest of forever,” Alex grumbled.

Luke and Reggie began laughing alongside Willie, who took advantage of Alex’s grumpiness to sneak another kiss on his cheek, lacing their hands together as the group began walking down the street back towards the Sunset Curve apartment, rolling their bikes alongside them.

Willie didn’t say it out loud, but he was pretty sure that was the moment he realized he was gonna love Alex for the rest of his life.

Send me prompts for my second birthday!

[okk--maaan]

Idk if you write for Sackler but if you do could you do C1 from the smut ficlet prompts? ☺️ If you don't write for him any other character of your choosing would be nice :)

Hello friend! Soooo I hope you weren’t looking for actual smut lmao. Because that’s not what ended up happening here. Instead, I took the opportunity to introduce Sackler as on of my Boys.

psstt - feel free to continue to request Snackler now that he’s OFFICIALLY a part of the line up 😉

WC: ~1k

CW: again nothing really, but we got Champ now! (I really like the sentiment behind Kid, but I didn’t want to reuse that - for obvious reason), also fuck canon because this timeline probably doesn’t really fit there

You and Adam have been neighbors for a few years now. You live on the same floor, one door down from each other. It was rare for you to ever see him. You work during the day and you’re not really sure what he does, but most of New York works odd hours. He is probably in the service industry. Although you pegged him more as the eccentric type, creative, maybe a writer. Whatever he did with his time, the two of you only talked a handful of times. Neighborly pleasantries. “Hi’s” when you pass in the hallway. He once helped you carry a heavy package up the stairs. There was a dog last summer that you had to corral back onto an odd makeshift leash that Adam must’ve constructed himself.

Sackler was definitely interesting. But never anything but nice to you. Always offering a genuine toothy grin and bright eyes. Unlike the other “interesting” characters you encountered throughout the city.

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It’s been a long week and today hasn’t gone by any faster. You’re ready for several glasses of wine, your couch, and mind numbing television. But it seems that fate -- and your friend Sam following behind you -- had different plans.

As you round the top of the staircase, you’re talking over your shoulder, and literally run straight into Adam.

Of course.

Fuck he is...solid. You feel like an old cartoon as you shake your vision back into focus.

“Oh ffuuckin shit,” Adam grunts. Waving an iPhone in the air and pointing at it like it has a personal vendetta against him he says, “Sorry fuckin cell phones. I don’t know WHAT THE FUCK IT WANTS FROM ME!” He’s yelling directly into the thing like he expects it to answer back. As he looks up he sees who he ran into. He figured it would be one of the old bats that always seem to get in his way when he’s in a rush. But all he sees is you. His cute neighbor from down the hall. His frustration flees and he feels like he’s lost control of every other brain function.

You wince through your teeth and rub the skin where your neck got twisted all weird in the collusion. “Ahhh shit, Champ. You okay?” he asks, reaching up to help you massage at the sore muscle. Like you’ve had this intimate relationship for years. And maybe you had. Maybe all those one word greetings and friendly smiles and waves were enough to develop some unspoken bond.

But obviously it couldn’t be that serious.

“Mmmh yeah Sackler. I’m good. Nothing a little stretching can’t fix,” you chuckle in response, swiveling your head this way and that to loosen up. “Maybe just look out where you’re going next time.” He jabs his finger at your chest, “Huh. I could say the same thing about you there, Champ.” With that, you shake your head and squeeze past him. He bids you and Sam adieu (his literal words) in his usual dramatic fashion.

You are fully prepared to file this bump along with your other innocuous Adam Sackler encounters.

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You and Sam are only half way through your first bottle of wine and first episode of Love Island (the UK version - and they’re only an hour long even though it feels like a lot happens each episode) when you can tell they’re about to burst. You roll your eyes and say, “Yes Sam?” “I think you should hook up with that weird Sackler guy!” they burst. Something about that word - weird - makes your heart hurt a bit for Adam. You always had the feeling that he was misunderstood for his passions. “Come on. He’s not weird. He’s just a dude doing his own thing. And I don’t even know him well enough to know what ‘his own thing’ is,” you dismiss the suggestion. “Okay sure. But he’s clearly into you, Champ,” they wiggle their eyebrows on that last word. How many times can you roll your eyes tonight? Maybe you should start keeping count.

“I. Dare. You.”

Fuck.

Sam knew you wouldn’t, couldn’t turn down a dare. Neither of you did since the inception of your friendship. One of those stupid things you say in the middle of the night that never goes away. Although it seemed like Sam was daring you more than you were daring them.

Faced with the ultimate checkmate and no other moves left, you down the rest of your glass and take a couple extra sips from the bottle. “Fine,” you spit as you stand for the door. “But you’re buying pizza when I get back.” Sam throws their hands in the air, accepting the wager.

Add another tally to the eye roll count.

As you leave your apartment, you realize you only have like 10 feet to figure out a game plan. You couldn’t really just walk up to this practical stranger and say ‘hey wanna fuck?’. Could you?

You shake any inhibitions from your body, decide to just wing it, and knock on Sackler’s door. On the other side, you hear crashing and clanking before he yanks it open. And of course he’s already shirtless. And sweaty. Why is he so sweaty?

“Ohh heeyy yoouuu. You’re not here to sue me or anything are you?” he chuckles nervously. Instinctively, your hand finds its way to the back of your neck. “Nah man. Who do you think I am? Mr. Anderson?” you point a thumb towards the other end of the hall. “Fuck. Yeah. That guy thinks he fuckin owns this place. So what’s up then?”

“Wanna fuck?” you ask, more straightforward than anything else you’ve ever said in your life.

Sackler nearly chokes on the spit in his mouth. But he couldn’t be more fuckin wired. He’d been waiting for this day since you fuckin moved in. “I thought you’d never fuckin ask, Champ,” he says with a devilish grin, stepping aside. Finally letting you into the world that was the enigma of Adam Sackler.

[waywardaardvark79]

Supernatural Rewrite: Season 1 Episode 4: Phantom Traveler

Summary: Y/N Singer joins Sam and Dean on the road. A rewrite starring you.

Pairing: eventual Dean x Reader, Sam x Reader (platonic)

Warnings: language, show level violence

Word Count: 8,724

A/N: I’ll try to do at least one episode a week. No set schedule.

Dean was in that perfect middle ground state, stuck right in between being awake and asleep, everything a warm, hazy glow, and comfortable. God, was he comfortable.

He took a deep breath, the smell of strawberries hitting him, taking over his senses, his mouth turning up a little at the corner because of the images that were flooding his brain. You. You were the only thing he was seeing. He couldn't help himself anytime he smelled strawberries he instantly thought of you. You always seemed to smell like them, and he found it calming, a constant in an ever changing world.

Dean never really had anything constant, stable, in his life, not counting his brother, but even Sam had went away for awhile, leaving him spiraling for something familiar. That's why he hauled ass to Sioux Falls, South Dakota that night. He needed to be reminded that there were still constants in the world. That there was still one thing he could count on to not change, and you smelling like strawberries was it. He knew it was stupid. It was completely ridiculous that something so simple, so trivial could mean that much to a person. I mean, it was just shampoo.

It was something that he would never admit out loud, afraid of how crazy it would come off. I mean, to say that the smell of your strawberry shampoo was sometimes the only thing that kept him grounded somedays was insane, right?

He found himself dwelling on how outrageous it was sometimes, but no matter the thoughts that crossed his mind, they always ended with you. Then he would think that maybe it wasn't the strawberry shampoo that was the constant he could count on, maybe it was just you, after all. He could always count on you, and that brought a peace to him that he never thought he would have. 

The sound of the door opening pulled him from his blissful state, his hand automatically reaching under his pillow for a weapon as he turned his head to see who it was.

"Morning Sunshine." Sam said as he walked in, carrying a tray of coffees and pastries.

"What time is it?" Dean croaked out, you shifting in your sleep and tossing your leg over him.

"Uh, it's about five forty-five." Sam said.

"In the morning?" Dean asked, a little annoyed to be awake that early.

"Yep." Sam replied.

"Where does the day go?" Dean asked as he untangled himself from you so that he could sit up, being careful not to wake you as you were definitely not a morning person. "Did you get any sleep last night?" he asked once he was free of you, reaching up to move a strand of hair that had fallen across your face.

Sam watched the moment unfold before him, a feeling he couldn't place hitting him, "Yeah, I grabbed a couple hours." he replied.

"Liar. Cause I was up at three, and you and Y/N were watching a George Foreman informercial." Dean said, staring him down.

Sam scoffed, "No, we weren't." he said, knowing just how worried you and Dean were about him.

"Really? Cause I'm pretty sure I heard Y/N talking about how she would kill someone for one of those fuckin' steaks." Dean said, choosing to leave out what else he heard.

"Hey, what can I say? It's riveting TV, and you know infomercials about food always make her hungry, and then she wants to order whatever it is they are talking about." Sam said, smiling a little about how you always insisted on ordering everything you saw on TV, Bobby's kitchen full of different appliances.

"Did she order the grill?" Dean asked.

"Someone wouldn't let me." you said, sitting up in bed, sleepily rubbing your eyes. "Why the fuck are we awake right now?"

"I, uh, couldn't sleep, but I got coffee." Sam said before thrusting a cup in your face.

You accepted it, looking up at him with a sad smile, "Thanks." you said, wishing there was something you could do to make him feel better.

"When was the last time you got a good nights sleep?" Dean asked.

"I don't know, a little while, I guess. It's not a big deal." Sam said as you got out of bed, making your way over to the pastries he bought.

"Yeah, it is." Dean said.

"Look, I appreciate your concern-" Sam tried to say before Dean interrupted.

"Oh, I'm not concerned about you. It's your job to keep our asses alive. We need you sharp." Dean explained.

You whipped around, powder from the powdered doughnut you were eating covering your mouth, "Hey! I think I've done a pretty good job of keeping us alive so far, but maybe you're right, Dean." you said before turning to face Sam. "I'm officially passing the responsibility of keeping our asses alive to you. Good luck with that one." you said, pointing to Dean, Sam smiling a little.

Dean scoffed, "If he's gonna need luck with anything, it's you." Dean shot back.

"Please, don't be ridiculous, Dean. I'm constantly savin' your ass. Plus, there's the fact that every time you see a pair of boobs anywhere near you, you get distracted." you said, before licking your lips to get the powder from your doughnut.

"Oh, that real cute. Especially coming from the person that told one of the cops a few cases back that she bet she could bounce a nickel off that fuckin' ass, and then if I'm remembering right...pulled a nickel out of her pocket and said wanna give it a try, cowboy." Dean said, a completely serious look on his face as he looked at you.

You threw your hands in the air, "Sue me! The man had a great ass. I was only being nice and giving him a compliment. Plus, that case was over so it doesn't count." you said, crossing your arms over your chest.

Sam sighed, "I forgot how alike the two of you are. It's a little disturbing." Sam said, looking between you and Dean.

The three of you were silent for a few moments, "Seriously, are you still having nightmares about Jess?" Dean finally asked, getting back on track.

Sam crossed the room, and sat down on the other bed, handing a coffee to Dean, "Yeah, but it's not just her. It's everything. I just forgot, you know? This job. Man, it gets to you." Sam said.

"You can't let it get to you, Sam." you said coming to sit next to him.

"Yeah, you can't bring it home like that." Dean added.

"So, what? All this it...never keeps you guys up at night?" Sam asked.

"Nope." you said, Dean shaking his head no.

"Never? You guys are never afraid?" Sam asked, reaching under Dean's pillow to pull out a large hunting knife, holding it up as evidence. "And I'm willing to bet there's one on your side, too." he said, looking over at you.

Dean took the knife back. "That's not fear. That is precaution." he said.

You nodded your head, "Yeah, I just call that being smart." you said.

"All right, whatever. I'm too tired to argue with you two." Sam said, Dean's phone ringing seconds later.

"Hello." he said, you and Sam focusing on him. "Oh right, yeah. Up in Kittanning, Pennsylvania...the poltergeist thing. It's not back is it?" Dean asked, and even though you could only hear Dean's side of the conversation you knew who he was talking to. "What is it?" Dean asked again, after a pause, eyeing you as he listened to the response. 

"Thanks for making the trip so quick. I ought to be doing you guys a favor, not the other way around. Dean, Y/N, and your dad really helped me out." Jerry said to Sam.

"Yeah, they told me. It was a poltergeist?" Sam asked, the four of you walking to Jerry's office inside of the hangar.

"Poltergeist? Man, I loved that movie." one of the workers said in passing, causing you to chuckle.

"Hey, nobody's talking to you. Keep walking. Damn right it was a poltergeist, practically tore our house apart. Tell you something if it wasn’t for those two and your dad, I probably wouldn't be alive. Your dad said you were off at college. Is that right?" Jerry asked. 

"Yeah, I was. I'm...taking some time off." Sam answered.

"Well, he was real proud of you. I could tell. He talked about you all the time." Jerry said.

"He did?" Sam asked, shocked.

"Yeah, you bet he did. Oh, hey you know I tried to get a hold of him but I couldn't. How's he doing, anyway?" Jerry asked.

"Good." you blurted out.

"Yeah, he's, um, wrapped up in a job right now." Dean said.

"Well, we're missing the old man, but we get Sam. Even trade, huh?" Jerry asked, you and Dean laughing.

"No, not by a long shot." Sam replied. 

"I got something I want you guys to hear." Jerry said, the four of you now in his office. "I listened to this, and well, it sounded like it was up your alley." he said, putting a cd into a drive. "Normally, I wouldn't have access to this. It's the cockpit voice recorder for United Britannia flight 2485. It was one of ours." Jerry said before the recording started to play.

"Mayday! Mayday! Repeat! This is United Britannia 2485- immediate instruction help! United Britannia 2485, I copy your message- May be experiencing some mechanical failure..." the voice said before a loud whooshing sound.

"Took off from here, crashed about two hundred miles south. Now, they're saying mechanical failure, cabin depressurized somehow. Nobody knows why. Over a hundred people on board, and only seven got out alive. Pilot was one. His name is Chuck Lambert. He's a good friend of mine. Chuck is, uh...well, he's pretty broken up about it, like it was his fault." Jerry said.

"You don't think it was?" Sam asked.

"No, I don't." Jerry said.

"Don't worry, Jerry. We'll figure it out." you said. 

"Jerry, we're gonna need passenger manifests, um, a list of survivors." Sam rattled off.

"And, uh, any way we can take a look at the wreckage?" Dean asked.

"The other stuff is no problem, but the wreckage...the NTSB has it locked down in an evidence warehouse. No way I've got that kind of clearance." Jerry said, Dean frowning.

"No problem." Dean said, you cocking your head to the side, wondering what he had planned. 

You and Sam were waiting by the car outside of a Copy Jack, Dean finally walking out as an attractive woman was walking in, the two of them taking a few moments to say hello to each other.

"You've been in there forever." Sam said.

Dean held up three IDs, "You can't rush perfection." he said.

You snatched your ID from his hand, "My perfection never takes that long." you sassed, looking down at the ID.

"Homeland Security?" Sam asked, taking his ID.

"Awesome." you excitedly said, "We haven't done this yet."

"That's pretty illegal, even for us." Sam said.

"Yeah, well, like she said, it's something new. You know? People haven't seen it a thousand times." Dean said, smiling a little at how excited you were. 

The three of you got in the car, "All right, so what did you guys get?" Dean asked.

"Well, there's definitely EVP on the cockpit voice recorder." Sam said.

"Yeah?" Dean asked.

"Oh, fuck yeah, there is." you said, leaning up from the backseat.

"Listen." Sam said, before playing the recording, a scratchy voice saying "No survivors." playing.

"No survivors? What's that supposed to mean? There were seven survivors." Dean said.

"I know. That's what I said, too." you said.

"Got me." Sam replied.

"So, what are you guys thinking? A haunted flight?" Dean asked.

"Maybe." you said shrugging your shoulders, "I think it's a little early to call it just yet."

"There's a long history of spirits and death omens on planes and ships, like phantom travelers." Sam said, you and Dean both humming in agreement, "or remember flight 401?"

"Right. The one that crashed. The airline salvaged some of it's parts, put it in other planes, then the spirit of the pilot and copilot haunted those flights." Dean said.

"Right." Sam said.

"Well, maybe it's kind of the same thing here, a similar deal." you said.

"All right, so survivors, which one do you guys want to talk to first?" Dean asked.

"Third on the list, Max Jaffey." Sam said.

"Oh, yeah." you said, nodding.

"Why him?" Dean asked.

"Well, for one, he's from around here." Sam said, you quickly jumping in.

"And two, if anyone saw anything weird, he did. This is our fuckin' guy." you said.

"What makes you guys say that?" Dean asked.

"Well, I spoke to his mother." Sam answered, the impala coming to a stop in front of the gate to a building with a sign out front reading RIVERFRONT PSYCHIATRIC HOSPITAL. "And she told me where to find him."

"This guy has definitely seen some shit." you said, the three of you preparing to interview Max Jaffey.

Max was walking with a cane between Sam and Dean, Dean making sure to keep you close to his side in case any of the crazies, as he called them, got any ideas.

"I don't understand. I already spoke with Homeland Security." Max said.

"Right. Some new information has come up. So, if you could just answer a couple questions..." Dean trailed off.

"We only need a few moments of your time, Mr. Jaffey, and we would greatly appreciate anything you could offer." you said, smiling kindly at him.

"Just before the plane went down, did you notice anything...unusual?" Sam asked.

"Like what?" Max asked.

"Strange lights, weird noises, maybe, voices." Dean said.

"Maybe a strange smell." you added.

"No, nothing." Max said.

"Mr. Joffey." Dean said.

"Jaffey." Max interrupted, correcting him.

"Jaffey. You checked yourself in here, right?" Dean asked, Max nodding his head, "Can I ask why?"

"I was a little stressed. I survived a plane crash." Max said.

"Uh huh, and that's what terrified you? That's what you were afraid of?" Dean asked.

"I...I don't want to talk about this anymore." Max said, clearly uncomfortable.

"See, I think maybe you did see something up there. We need to know what." Dean said.

"No. No, I was...delusional. Seeing things." he said.

"He was seeing things." Dean sassed.

"Mr. Jaffey, we would really appreciate your cooperation." you said.

"It's ok. Just tell us what you thought you saw, please." Sam said.

"There was...this...man, and, uh, he had these...eyes, these, uh...black eyes, and I saw him, or I thought I saw him..." he said, trailing off, your body tensing when he said black eyes, hoping he was wrong.

"What?" Dean asked, eager to know the rest.

"He opened the emergency exit, but that's...that's impossible, right? There's something like two tons of pressure on that door." he said, you shaking your head.

"Fuck." you breathed out, lost in your own thoughts.

"Yeah." Dean said before looking over at you, noticing that you were no longer following along.

"This man, uh, did he seem to appear and disappear rapidly? It would look something like a mirage." Sam said, confusing Max.

"What are you, nuts?" Max asked, Sam tilting his head at the ironic question. "He was a passenger. He was sitting right in front of me." 

The Impala pulled up in front of a house, Dean looking at  you in the rearview mirror as he cut the engine, wondering why you had been so quiet.

"So, here we are, George Phelps, seat 2c." Sam said.

"Man, I don't care how strong you are." Dean said as the three of you got out of the car. "Even yoked up on PCP or something, no way you can open up an emergency door during a flight." Dean said.

"Not if you're human, but maybe this guy George was something else. Some kind of creature, maybe in human form." Sam said.

"Does that look like a creature's lair to you?" Dean asked Sam before turning to you. "Back me up, Singer." he said, you  just shrugging your shoulders as you walked to the door, both Sam and Dean looking after you in concern. 

The three of you were sitting around from Mrs. Phelps, Sam looking at a framed photograph, "This is your late husband?" Sam asked.

"Yes, that was my George." she replied.

"And he was a...dentist?" Dean asked.

"Mmm hmm. He was headed to a convention in Denver. Do you know that he was petrified to fly? For him to go like that..." she trailed off.

"How long were you married?" Sam asked, trying to regain her focus.

"Thirteen years." she answered.

"In all that time, did you ever notice anything strange about him, anything out of the ordinary?" Sam asked.

"What about his eyes? Did they ever look funny to you? Black, maybe?" you blurted out, not able to keep the question to yourself.

"No, his eyes were...fine, never black. He, uh, he had acid reflux, though. If that's what you mean?" she said, looking from you to Sam. 

The three of you were coming down the stairs out front, you in the lead.

"I mean, it goes without saying. It just doesn't make any sense." Sam said.

"A middle aged dentist with an ulcer is not exactly evil personified." Dean said to Sam before calling out to you, "What's going on with you, Singer?" he asked.

"Nothing." you said, not looking at him.

"Hey." he said, grabbing your arm to stop you, "Come on, something is up with you. You've been weird since we talked to Jaffey, so what's going on with you?" he asked, holding onto you so you couldn't walk away.

"I'm just trying to figure out what's going on. That's it. I'm fine." you said, knowing that he didn't fully believe you.

"You know what we need to do, is get inside that NTSB warehouse, check out the wreckage." Dean said.

"Okay, but if we're going go that route, we'd better look the part." Sam said, looking between you and Dean. 

You were leaning against the car, feeling completely out of your comfort zone in your new wardrobe. The black pencil skirt, crisp white shirt, and black fitted blazer weren't something you could ever see yourself wearing voluntarily. The heels were the only thing you felt slightly comfortable in, wearing them to hit the bars whenever you had a night off.

You crossed your arms over your chest, waiting on Sam and Dean to come out of the store they were in. You finally spotted them walking out, each of them wearing a new black suit with a white shirt. You smiled to yourself, thinking how good both of them looked.

"Man, I look like one of the Blues Brothers." Dean said.

"No, you don't. You look more like a seventh grader at his first dance." Sam teased.

"Hey, I look like a secretary from some cheesy porno." you said, twisting your hair up into a bun.

"I think you look really nice, Y/N." Sam said, smiling at you.

"Thanks, Sam. You look really good, too." you said, before looking over to Dean to get his opinion.

"A secretary, huh? Maybe, I can see you in my office later." he said, smirking at you.

You chuckled, "Real funny. Maybe, I'll just come chaperone your dance instead." you said.

Dean shook his head before looking down at himself, "I hate this thing." he said.

"Me too." you said, adjusting your skirt.

"Hey, you guys want into that warehouse or not?" Sam asked. 

The three of you walked into the warehouse each of you flashing your badge to the security guard, who nodded and let you in.

You started to walk among the wreckage, Dean reaching into his pocket to pull out a device before placing earbuds in his ears.

"What is that?" Sam asked, eyeing the device.

"It's an EMF meter, reads electromagnetic frequencies." Dean replied.

"Come on, Sam, I know you aren't that rusty." you teased, glancing over at him.

"I know what an EMF meter is, but why does that one look like a busted up Walkman?" Sam asked.

"Cause that's what I made it out of. It's homemade." Dean proudly said, grinning.

"Yeah, I can see that." Sam said, unimpressed, Dean's grin fading.

You walked over to him, "Hey, I think it's fuckin' awesome. You did a good job." you said, as he ran the meter over a piece of wreckage.

"Check out the emergency door handle." Dean said, before scratching off some yellow dust, getting some on his hand. "What is this stuff?" he asked.

You shook your head, despite having a pretty good idea what it was. You didn't want to say anything until you were completely sure that you were right, thinking there was no need to cause a fuss. Especially if you were wrong in the end.

"One way to find out." Sam said, scraping some of the yellow dust into a bag.

"Shh...listen." you said, the sounds of several footsteps echoing, "Yeah, we need to go like fuckin' now." you added, the three of you quickly making an exit. 

Sam and Dean peered around the corner, checking to make sure the coast was clear, while you pulled off your heels, unable to run in them. The three of you walked casually around the corner, until an alarm started to blare, kicking all of you into high gear.

Dean took off his suit jacket and tossed it over the barbed wire at the top of the fence, Sam climbing over without a problem.

Dean started to climb over, but stopped when you didn't follow, "Sometime today would be nice, Y/N." he said, looking over his shoulder at you.

"I can't climb over in this fuckin' skirt." you said, tossing your heels over the fence. "It's so tight I can barely take a decent step."

"You better hike that thing up, or do whatever you need to do, but you better get your ass over that fence...NOW." Dean said.

"Just don't look." you said, pulling the skirt up until it bunched around your waist, checking to make sure Dean wasn't looking. "I'm serious, Dean. Close your fuckin' eyes. You too, Sam!" you said, preparing to climb over the fence.

"You commando or something?" Dean asked, managing to keep his focus on your face.

"We were supposed to go to a laundry mat, but then Jerry called, and we've been too busy." you said as you climbed the fence, quickly throwing your leg over and making your way down the other side, yanking your skirt down before picking up your heels.

"Well, these monkey suits do come in handy." Dean said, as he landed on the other side of the fence. "Hey, Singer, I think I got a nickel in my pocket. How much you want bet I can bounce it off-" Dean got out before you took off after him.

"I'm going to fuckin' kill you." you seethed, chasing after him. 

The three of you were standing inside of Jerry's office. Sam had given him the yellow substance he had collected at the scene and Jerry was now looking at it under a microscope.

"Huh. This stuff is covered in-" Jerry started to say.

"Sulfur." you finished for him, all three of them looking at you.

"Sulfur." Jerry said, still looking at you.

"How did you know that?" Dean asked.

"Lucky guess." you said, shrugging your shoulders.

"You're sure?" Sam asked Jerry.

"Take a look for yourself." Jerry said, loud banging sounds from outside catching his attention. "If you guys will excuse me. I have an idiot to fire." Jerry said before excusing himself from his office, leaving you, Sam, and Dean behind.

Dean took a look through the microscope for himself, "Hmmm. You know, there's not too many things that leave behind a sulfuric residue." he said to Sam before turning to you, "You want to tell us how you really knew that?"

You sighed, "I had a feeling, ok. I mean, with what Max Jaffey said about the guys eyes, and his strength, then the sulfur.  I mean, add it all up and it most likely points to one thing." you said.

"Demonic possession?" Sam asked, you nodding your head.

"It would explain how a mortal man would have the strength to open up an emergency hatch." Dean said, looking to  you for your opinion.

"If the guy was possessed, it's possible." Sam answered, instead.

"This goes way beyond floating over a bed or barfing pea soup. I mean, it's one thing to possess a person, but to use them to take down an entire plane?" Dean asked, you keeping quiet.

"You ever heard of something like this before?" Sam asked.

"Never." Dean said before turning to you. "You got anything else you want to share with the class, Singer? Any feelings or lucky guesses?" he asked, and you could tell that he was upset that you didn't speak up earlier.

"Dean, I didn't know fore sure, and I thought it was pointless to throw it out there until I knew." you said, a little defensively.

"How...how did you know?" Sam asked.

"Come on, guys. You know my dad. I was flipping through lore books before I could even read, and when I wanted to learn he taught me. It's basically an evil asshole encyclopedia up here." you said, tapping your temple. "Plus, I've worked a couple of possessions with dad, but this isn't a run of the mill possession, so...I'm not a hundred percent sure exactly what we are dealing with, but a demon of some sort is probably behind it." 

The three of you were in the motel, all busy researching after you told them everything you knew on the subject.

"So, every religion in every world culture has the concept of demons and demonic possession, right?" Sam asked, looking up from his computer.

"Yeah, Christian, Native American, Hindu, you name it." you said, looking up from the book you were reading.

"Yeah, but none of them describe anything like this." Dean said.

"Well, that's not exactly true." you started before Sam jumped in.

"According to Japanese beliefs, certain demons are behind certain disasters, both natural and manmade. One causes earthquakes, another causes disease." Sam said, looking between you and Dean.

"And this one causes plane crashes?" Dean asked, standing up from his spot on the bed. "All right, so, what? We have a demon that's evolved with the times and found a way to ratchet up the body count?" he asked.

"Yeah, you know, who know how many planes it's brought down before this one?" Sam asked.

You closed your book, "Well, death and destruction is kind of their gig." you said, Dean snorting as he turned away.

"What?" Sam asked.

"I don't know, guys. This isn't our normal gig. I mean, like Y/N said, demons, they don't want anything, just death and destruction for its own sake. This is big, and I wish Dad was here." Dean said, obviously stressed.

"Yeah, me too. "Sam said.

"All right, boys, I know we are kinda up shit's creek without a paddle right now, but we all need to put on our fuckin' big girl panties and figure this shit out because I don't think this asshole is done fucking shit up." you said.

"This coming from the person who certainly wasn't wearing her big girl panties today, or any panties if I remember correctly." Dean said, his phone ringing before you could reply.

"Hello." he said, you and Sam both looking at him, only able to hear Dean's side of the conversation. "Oh, hey, Jerry." Dean said, a sick feeling over taking you. "Wha-Jerry...I'm sorry. What happened?" Dean asked.

You and Sam listened to the rest of the one sided conversation, "Another crash?" Sam asked.

"Yeah. Let's go." Dean replied.

"Guess, I was right about it not being done." you said, grabbing  your jacket.

"Where?" Sam asked.

"Nazareth." Dean answered.

"And there's the fuckin' irony." you breathed out. 

Jerry was looking through the microscope again, even though the three of you knew what the substance was.

"Sulfur?" Dean asked, Jerry nodding his head. "Well, that's great. All right, that's two plane crashes involving Chuck Lambert. This demon sounds like it was after him." Dean said.

"With all due respect to Chuck, if that's the case, that would be the good news." Sam said.

"Yeah, I wouldn't count on that. I don't think the asshole is done." you said.

"What's the bad news?" Dean asked.

"Chuck's plane went down exactly forty minutes into flight, and get this, so did flight 2485." Sam said.

"And you're sure it was forty minutes for both?" you asked.

"Forty minutes? What does that mean?" Jerry asked.

"It's biblical numerology." you replied.

"You know, Noah's ark, it rained for forty days. The number means death." Dean said, going in to more detail.

"I went back and there have been six plane crashes over the last decade that all went down exactly forty minutes in." Sam said.

"Any survivors?" Dean asked.

"No, or not until now, at least, not until flight 2485, for some reason.  On the cockpit voice recorder, remember what the EVP said?" Sam asked, you nodding your head.

"No survivors." Dean said before pausing for a moment to think, "It's going after all the survivors."

"Fuck, it's trying to finish the job." you said, shaking your head. 

Dean was driving while Sam was finishing up a phone call. You were in the backseat flipping through John's journal.

"Really, well, thank you for taking our survey, and if you do plan to fly, please don't forget your friends at United Britannia Airlines. Thanks." Sam said before hanging up. "All right, that takes care of Blaine Sanderson and Dennis Holloway. They're not flying anytime soon." he said.

"So, our only wildcard is the flight attendant, Amanda Walker?" Dean asked.

"Right. Her sister Karen said her flight leaves Indianapolis at eight pm. It's her first night back on the job." Sam said.

"Indianapolis, really?" you asked, closing the journal. "I really don't know why I'm surprised." you added.

Dean nodded his head, "That sounds like just our luck." he said.

"Dean, this is a five hour drive, man, even with you behind the wheel." Sam said.

"Call Amanda's cell phone again. See if we can't head her off at the pass." Dean said.

"I already left her three voice messages. She must have turned her cellphone off. God, we're never gonna make it." Sam said.

"We'll make it." Dean said, pushing down on the accelerator, determined to make it in time.

Sam looked over his shoulder at you, "Hold on tight, Sam." you said. 

The three of you rushed into the airport and checked the departure board, relieved to see that you had made it in time.

"Right there. They're boarding in thirty minutes." Sam said, pointing to the board.

"Okay. We still have some cards to play. We need to find a phone." Dean said, spotting a courtesy phone.

"Airport services." the person on the other end said.

"Hi, gate thirteen." Dean said.

"Who are you calling, sir?" they asked.

"I'm trying to contact an Amanda Walker. She's a flight attendant on flight, uh, flight 424." Dean said.

"Amanda Walker. Amanda Walker, you have a phone call. White courtesy phone, gate thirteen." the PA voice announced.

"Come on." Dean said, growing impatient.

"This is Amanda Walker." she said.

"Miss Walker. Hi, this is Dr. James Hetfield from St. Francis Memorial Hospital. We have a Karen Walker here." Dean said, you and Sam standing back watching.

"Karen?" Amanda asked.

"Nothing serious, just a minor car accident, but she was injured, so-" Dean got out before Amanda interrupted.

"Wh-what? That's impossible. I just got off the phone with her." she said.

Dean paused for a moment, "You what?" he asked.

"Five minutes ago. She's at her house, cramming for a final. Who is this?" Amanda asked.

"Uh, well...there must be some mistake." Dean said.

"And how would you even know I was here?" Amanda asked, you and Sam trying to stand close enough to Dean to hear what was going on. "Is this one of Vince's friends?"

"Guilty as charged." Dean said, shrugging his shoulders and just going along with her.

"Wow. This is unbelievable." Amanda said.

You looked up at Dean and mouthed, "Say he's sorry."

"He's really sorry." Dean said, following your lead.

"Well, you tell him to mind his own business and stay out of my life, okay?" Amanda ordered.

"He's a mess." you mouthed.

"Don't be like that. Come on, the guy's a mess. Really. it's pathetic." Dean said.

"Really?" Amanda asked, you furiously nodding your head.

"Oh, yeah." Dean said.

"Look, I've got to go. Umm...tell him to call me when I land." she said before hanging up.

"No, no. Wait, Amanda. Amanda!" Dean said.

"Fuck." you shouted, a little louder than you meant to, drawing a few stares.

"Damn it! So close." Dean said.

"Well, I guess we have one option left." you said.

Sam nodded his head, "It's time for plan B. We're getting on that plane." he said.

"Yep." you said.

"Whoa, whoa, now just hold on a second." Dean said, wide eyed.

"We don't really have a second, De. We need to haul ass." you said.

"Dean, that plane is leaving with over a hundred passengers on board, and if we're right, that plane is gonna crash." Sam said.

"I know." Dean said.

"Okay, so, we're getting on the plane. We need to find that demon and exorcise it. I'll get the tickets. You and Y/N get whatever will make it through security. Meet me back here in five minutes." Sam said, laying out a game plan.

You nodded your head, and grabbed Dean's arm, ready to pull him back to the car, "Hey, come on. It's gonna be ok." you said, as he stood in one spot looking between you and Sam anxiously.

"Are you okay?" Sam asked.

"No, not really." Dean said.

"What?" What's wrong?" Sam asked.

"Well, I kind of have this problem with, uh..." Dean trailed off.

"Flying." you finished for him before looking over to Sam. "He's scared to fly."

"It's never been a problem until now." Dean said.

"You're joking, right?" Sam asked.

You shook your head, "He's not." you said.

"Do I look like I'm joking? Why do you think I drive everywhere, Sam?" Dean asked.

"All right, uh, Y/N and I'll go." Sam said.

"Ok, I'll go get what we need and I'll meet you back here. We need to get this show on the road." you said, turning to walk away.

"What?" Dean asked.

"We'll do this one on our own." Sam said.

"We'll be fine, De. Don't worry." you said.

"Don't worry? What are you guys, nuts? You said it yourself, the plane is gonna crash." Dean said, looking between the two of  you.

"What else do you want us to do?" you asked.

Sam nodded his head, "Dean, we can do it all together, or Y/N and I can do this one ourselves. I'm not seeing a third option here." Sam said.

"Come on! Really? Fuck." Dean said. 

"Flight attendants please cross check doors before departure." the voice over the intercom said.

Dean was in the aisle seat, anxiously reading the safety card while you sat next to him, Sam on the other side of you.

"Just try to relax." Sam said, taking note of how nervous Dean was.

"Just try to shut up." Dean snapped, the plane taking off, Dean jumping at every rumble and sound.

You grabbed his hand and laced your fingers with his, "You're fine." you said, Dean squeezing your hand tightly as you started to hum, laying your head on his shoulder.

"You're humming Metallica?" Sam asked.

"It calms him down." you said, resuming your humming after speaking.

"Dude, did you just sniff her head?" Sam asked.

"W-what? No, that's crazy. I-I was just trying to take a deep breath. You know, relax." Dean lied, a smile coming to your face.

He had let it slip once when he was drunk that he loved the smell of your shampoo. He said it always calmed him down, so you would often lay your head on his shoulder when he was stressed, giving him the opportunity to breathe you in, never mentioning to him that you knew what he was doing.

"Look, man, I get you're nervous, all right? You got to say focused." Sam said.

"Okay." Dean replied.

"I mean, we got thirty two minutes and counting to track this thing down, or whoever it's possessing, anyway, and perform a full on exorcism." Sam said.

"No pressure, huh?" you breathed out, feeling a little nervous that there wasn't going to be enough time.

"Yeah, on a crowded plane. That's gonna be easy." Dean said, still holding onto your hand.

"Let's just take it one step at a time, all right? Now, who is it possessing?" Sam asked.

"Well, usually they go for someone with some sort of weakness. They can worm their way in like that." you said.

"Ok, so somebody with an addiction or some sort of emotional distress." Dean said.

"Yet, another reason for you to try to chill the fuck out. I really don't want this thing jumpin' into you." you said, Dean nodding his head.

"Well, this is Amanda's first flight after the crash. If I were her I'd be pretty messed up." Sam said.

"Yeah, that's true." you said, Dean humming in agreement.

"Excuse me, are you Amanda?" Dean asked the flight attendant next to him.

"No, I'm not." She answered.

"Oh, my mistake." he said, the flight attendant walking away, Dean looking to the back of the plane, "All right, well, that's got to be Amanda back there, so I'll go talk to her, and I, uh, I'll get a read on her mental state." Dean said.

"You sure? I can do it." you said, worried about him.

"I can do it. I...I need to move around." he said, finally releasing your hand.

"What if she's already possessed?" Sam asked.

"There's ways to test that." Dean said, pulling out a bottle of holy water, "I brought holy water."

"Yeah, let's not do that just yet." you said, taking the bottle from him and passing it to Sam.

"I think we can go more subtle. If she's possessed she'll flinch at the name of God." Sam said.

"Oh, nice." Dean said, turning to go to the back.

"Hey." you said, stopping him.

"What?" he asked.

"Say it in Latin." you said.

"I know." Dean said, a little annoyed.

"Hey!" Sam called out.

"What?!" Dean snapped.

"Uh, in Latin, it's Christo." Sam said.

"Guys, I know! I'm not an idiot!" Dean said before making his way to the back of the plane.

You turned in your seat, watching him walk away, "Maybe I should go with him, back him up." you said, starting to rise from your seat.

Sam put his hand on your shoulder, "He can do it." he said, "We need to go over the rest of the plan."

"Fine." you sighed, taking one last look at Dean before turning your attention to Sam, "You got John's journal?" you asked.

"Yeah, here.” Sam said, passing it over to you.  

You flipped through the pages until you found what you were looking for, "I'm thinking this should work." you said, passing it back to Sam.

"You think?" Sam asked.

"Sorry, I'm not a fuckin' expert, Sam." you snapped, immediately regretting it, "Sorry, I...demons just weird me out. They...I just really fuckin' hate em', and I want to get this shit done." you said, Dean sitting down next to you before Sam could reply.

"All right, well, she's got to be the most well adjusted person on the planet." Dean said.

"Good for her." you sarcastically said. 

"You said Christo?" Sam asked.

"Yeah." Dean replied.

"And?" Sam asked, needing more details.

"There's no demon in her. There's no demon getting in her." Dean replied.

"So, if it's on the plane it can be anyone, anywhere." Sam said, the plane shaking.

"Come on! That can't be normal!" Dean shouted, gripping onto your arm.

"Hey, hey, it's just a little turbulence." Sam said.

"Yeah, it's okay." you said, prying his fingers from your arm.

"Guys, this plane is going to crash, okay? So, quit treating me like I'm fucking four." Dean said.

"Well, stop acting like  you're fucking four." you said.

"Yeah, you need to calm down." Sam said.

"Well, I'm sorry. I can't." Dean said, reaching for your hand.

"Yes, you can." Sam said.

"Dude, stow the touchy feely, self help yoga crap. It's not helping." Dean said.

"Listen, if you're panicked, you're wide open to demonic possession, so you need to calm yourself down, right now." Sam warned.

"Fuck, he's right, Dean, just breath or something." you said.

"Yeah, cause that has helped me. I've been breathing this whole fuckin' time in case you hadn't noticed." Dean sassed.

"God damn it." you said under your breath before turning in your seat to face him, "You owe me."

"For what?" Dean asked, confused.

"For the drastic measures I'm about to take to save your ass." you said, grabbing his shirt and pulling him to you, crashing your lips to his.

You felt him tense up for a moment, his lips not moving as if he were in a state of shock. You started to pull back, thinking that you may have crossed a line, but before you could pull away you felt his hand on the back of your neck, holding you in place.

The kiss quickly started to heat up, Dean's tongue running along your bottom lip, begging for entrance. You opened your mouth, Dean wasting no time deepening the kiss.

Sam cleared his throat loudly, "Guys." he said.

You pulled away from Dean, "Sorry, Sam." you said, before focusing your attention on Dean. "You good now? You calm?" you asked.

Dean took a long, slow breath, "I'm so fuckin' good." he said, his words coming out a little breathy.

You tapped his cheek a couple of times, "You're welcome." you said.

Sam cleared his throat again, "Good. Now, we found an exorcism in here that we think will work. The Rituale Romanum." Sam said to Dean.

"What do we have to do?" Dean asked.

"Well...it's two parts." you started, Sam jumping in to say the rest.

"The first part expels the demon from the victim's body. It makes it manifest which actually makes it more powerful." Sam explained.

"More powerful?" Dean asked.

"Yep." you said, popping the p.

"How?" Dean asked.

"Well, it doesn't need to possess someone anymore. It can just wreak havoc on its own." Sam said.

"Oh, and why is that a good thing?" Dean asked.

"Well, cause the second part sends that fucker back to hell once and for all." you said.

Dean nodded his head, "First things first, we got to find it." Dean said before standing up to walk the aisle with his EMF meter, getting odd looks, but no readings.

You and Sam walked up behind him, you clapping him on the shoulder causing him to jump, "Ah! Don't do that." Dean scolded.

"Sorry." you said.

"Anything?" Sam asked.

"No, nothing. How much time do we got?" Dean asked.

"Fifteen minutes. Maybe, we missed somebody." you said, looking around at the other passengers.

"Maybe the things just not on the plane." Dean said, causing you to scoff.

"You believe that?" Sam asked.

"Well, I will if you guys will." Dean said, looking down as the EMF meter spiked, the copilot exiting the bathroom and heading towards the cockpit.

"Christo." you blurted out, the copilot slowly turning to face you, his eyes black, "Fuck." you whispered as he went into the cockpit. 

The three of you headed to the back of the plane towards Amanda.

"She's not gonna believe this." Sam said.

"We don't really have a choice, Sam." you said.

"Yeah, twelve minutes, dude." Dean said.

"Oh, hi, flight's not too bumpy for you, I hope." Amanda said to Dean.

"Actually, that's kind of what we need to talk to you about." Dean said, Sam closing the curtain behind you.

"Um, okay. What can I do for you?" Amanda asked.

"All right, this is gonna sound nuts, but we just don't have the time for the whole truth is out there speech right now." Dean said.

"Look, we just really need you to listen to us right now, and for you to keep an open mind." you added.

"All right, look, we know you were on flight 2485." Sam said, the friendly smile Amanda had disappearing.

"Who are you guys?" she asked.

"That's not important right now." you said.

"Now, we've spoken to some of the other survivors. We know something brought down that plane and it wasn't a mechanical failure." Sam said.

"We need your help because we need to stop it form happening again, here. Now." Dean said.

"I'm sorry, I-I'm very busy. I have to go back-" she said as she tried to brush past Dean, who stopped her.

"Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, wait a second. I'm not gonna hurt you, okay? Listen to me. Uh...the pilot on 2485, Chuck Lambert. He's dead." Dean said.

"Wait, what? Chuck is dead?" she asked.

"He died in a plane crash. Now, that's two plane crashes in two months. That doesn't strike you as a little fuckin' strange?" you asked.

"Look, there was something wrong with 2485. Now, maybe you sensed it, maybe you didn't, but there's something wrong with this flight, too." Sam said.

"Amanda you have to believe us." Dean said.

"On...on 2485, there was this man. He...had these eyes." Amanda said.

"Black eyes?" you asked, Amanda nodding her head.

"Yes. That's exactly what we're talking about." Sam said.

"I don't understand. What are you asking me to do?" Amanda asked.

"Okay. The copilot, we need you to bring him back here." Dean said.

"Why? What does he have to do with anything?" Amanda asked.

"Oh, come on, lady." you said, frustrated.

"Don't have time to explain. We just need to talk to him, okay?" Dean said.

"How am I supposed to go in the cockpit and get the copilot?" she asked.

"Do whatever it takes. Tell him there's something broken back here, whatever will get him out of that cockpit." Sam said.

"Do you know that I could lose my job if you-" she started to say before you interrupted.

"Jesus Christ, lady! You're job is the last thing you should be worrying about." you said, your patience for her gone.

"Look, you're gonna lose a lot more if you don't help us out." Dean said.

Amanda hesitated for a moment, "Okay." she said, leaving and making her way to the cockpit. 

"All right, boys. Here they come." you said, Sam pulling out the holy water, and Dean passing over John's journal to him.

"Yeah, what's the problem?" the copilot asked.

Dean punched him in the face, and knocked him down. The two of you pinned him down, you holding his legs down while Dean managed to put duct tape over his mouth.

"Wait? What are you doing? You said you were just gonna talk to him." Amanda said.

"Relax lady." you said, struggling to keep the copilot still.

"We are gonna talk to him." Dean said, splashing holy water on him, his skin sizzling.

"Oh, my God. What's wrong with him?" she asked.

"Get her the fuck out of here, Sam." you snapped.

"Look, we need you calm. We need you outside the curtain." Sam said.

"Well, I don't underst- I don't know." she stammered out.

"Don't let anybody in, okay? Can you do that? Can you do that, Amanda?" Sam asked.

"Okay. Okay." she said before leaving. 

"Hurry up, Sam. I don't know how much longer we can hold him." Dean said.

"Regna terrae, Cantate Deo, psalute Domino-" Sam said, stopping when the demon broke free, hitting both boys until you and Dean managed to subdue him again.

Sam picked up where he left off, until the demon knocked both you and Dean off again and pulled the tape from his mouth, reaching to grab Sam by the collar.

"I know what happened to your girlfriend. She must have died screaming. Even now, she's burning." the demon said before turning to you, "And you, oh, we have plans for you." he said, Dean recovering and hitting the demon.

"Sam!" you and Dean shouted, you now trying to help Dean hold him down.

Sam recovered and began reading again. He put the book down, and helped the two of you pin down the demon, who kicked the book up the aisle.

"I got him." Sam said, the demon exiting the copilot's body and disappearing into a vent.

"Where'd it go?" Sam asked.

"It's in the plane." Dean said.

"Fuck, boys. We gotta hurry up and finish this. We're running out of time." you said.

The plane suddenly dipped and heaved violently, Sam struggling to retrieve the book as Dean splayed himself against the exit door, screaming, while you were pressed to his chest, his arms coming to wrap around you.

Sam managed to grab the book and read the rest of the exorcism, a bright electrical charge running through the entire plane when he finished, the plane leveling out soon after.

Dean was breathing heavily, holding onto you so tight that you could hardly breathe, "De...I...can't breathe." you said, Dean loosening his hold a little. 

The passengers from the flight were disembarking to an area, milling with uniformed agents, paramedics, FBI, FAA, and so on. The copilot was seated in a wheelchair, a blanket wrapped around him, being questioned by an FAA agent.

Amanda spotted the three of you across the way and mouthed thank you, the three of you nodding at her.

"Let's get out of here." Dean said, as the three of you headed to the exit. "You okay?" he asked Sam.

"Dean, it knew about Jessica, and it said they had plans for Y/N." Sam said.

"Sam, these things, they...they read minds. They lie, all right. That's all it was." Dean said.

"He's right, Sam. Those assholes will say whatever they can to get inside your head. They just like fuckin' with people." you said, not revealing that you were scared about what it had said about you.

"Yeah." Sam said.

"Come on." Dean said, urging you and Sam to follow. 

"Nobody knows what you guys did, but I do. A lot of people could have been killed." Jerry said, shaking each of your hands. "Your dad's gonna be real proud. Yours too, Y/N." he said.

"We'll see you around, Jerry." Sam said.

"Maybe wait a little while before the next call." you teased.

"You know, Jerry." Dean said.

"Yeah." Jerry replied.

"I meant to ask you, how did you get my cellphone number, anyway? I've only had it for like six months." Dean said.

"Your dad gave it to me." Jerry said.

"What?" you and Sam asked in unison.

"You talked to John?" you asked.

"When did you talk to him?" Dean asked before Jerry could answer you.

"I mean, I didn't exactly talk to him, but I called his number. His voice message said to give you or Y/N a call. Thanks again, guys." Jerry said before walking away. 

"This doesn't make any sense, guys. I've called Dad's number like fifty times. It's been out of service." Sam said, as Dean dialed John's number, all of you crowding around the phone to listen.

"This is John Winchester. I can't be reached. If this is an emergency call my son, Dean (785) 555-0179 or Y/N Singer (785) 555-0726. They can help." John said.

Sam was fuming as he got into the car, you and Dean both looking after him.

"What the fuck in going on, De?" you asked.

"I wish I knew, Sweetheart." he said, as the two of you got into the car, hoping that the next case would provide some much needed answers. 

Tags: @22sarah08​ @miraclesoflove​

[aubrey-plaza]

I've seen a lot of fic rec lists lately given everything happening. Do you have any recommendations to get us through the lock down? p.s. I love everything you write.

omg thanks anon!!

I know these are scary times so have here a quick and dirty list of my fave fics starting with Staubrey and then just... veering offcourse. They’re all femslash except the one I marked with an asterisk but yeah. 

as always, I’m not gonna rec my own fics on my this list bc that’s cheating but if you wanna read them pls click this link and that ends the self promo for today lmao

 recs under the cut!

Stacie x Aubrey

Snowbound  

by ACamp_toner / @stepintotherevolve​ (22.171, complete, rated E)

summary: The Bellas go on a ski trip and Staubrey happens

notes: this has amazing smut and features just enough jealousy to spark these two idiots into a meaningful talk. there’s also side bechloe and a healthy dose of humour.  

The Howl

by @tiny-maus-boots​ (30.739, wip/currently being written, AU)

summary: Stacie's pack is forcing her into a corner but Fate has other plans for her - if she doesn't die first.

notes: werewolf!Stacie and vampire!Aubrey who meet on a full moon and fuck. there’s more to it and a great backstory that’s being wonderfully developed (trust me, I’ve been told of the plans and I’m ri-ve-ted). also has some amazing soft moments and a fab spark of heat.  

Prelude in Lydian Mode

by knappster / @ss-staubrey​ (5972, complete)

summary: Remember tonight... for it is the beginning of always.

notes: I will rec this fic til the day I die. It’s such a lovely brand of staubrey and a perfect example of the idiots to lovers trope.  

and the songbirds are singing (like they know the score)

by angelranger (2326, complete)

summary: It came as a slight surprise to Stacie that Aubrey, the same Aubrey who had grown up in a strict and dysfunctional household, was just so good with her daughter.

Bella seemed to unearth a side of Aubrey that was just so unbelievably soft, a side Stacie is almost positive even Aubrey didn’t know existed. But there she is, sat on the carpeted floor in front of the coffee table, sat right next to Bella, drawing outlines for the four year old to colour in.

notes: oh god i love a good, soft bella fic and this one hits all the right notes. it’s sweet and lovely and features singing Bella to sleep which is like. my weakness. go leave some more love on this deserved fic!

Sansa x Margaery

The Crackpots and These Women

by Netgirl_y2k (8089, complete, WEST WING AU)

summary: "You're in charge of press relations," Yara told Margaery, gesturing to Sansa. "Relate.”

summary: yeah you read that fuckin right that’s a West Wing AU. My love for this mashup has no bounds. It’s so perfectly coy, the way I imagine adult Sansa and Margaery would be, combined with the hopeful tinge of WW, and the pining of a somewhat open ended yet hopeful finish. If you like either of these universes, read this.  

Kind Regards

by MsCFH / @hell-much (9835, complete, explicit, part of a series!)

summary: Margaery Tyrell is determined on setting foot in the Northern market of Westeros by establishing a collaboration between the Tyrell Corporation and Stark Incorporated.

The only problem? The likewise gorgeous and stubborn Deputy Managing Director Sansa Stark.

summary: holy hell this fic is amazing. they hate each other SO MUCH. the author has a vibe setting skill that makes me want to weep. the smut is off the charts hot like there are literally no words. go read it and then read the series bc it’s *that good*. please go get your church lady fan before reading because you WILL need it.  

EXTRA NOTE: same author is writing a post-s6 canon compliant fic where Marg is actually still alive and if you’re looking for a full weekend activity, go ahead and binge this one (it’s a wip but is still being updated)

lay all your love on me

by 1once (9498, complete, show-compliant)

summary: It has been eight years since her demise.

But for the world of her, she cannot figure out why. For what? Why was she alive?

notes: i will say just one thing: flower. magic. okay, i’ll say more things. this fic is the redemption show!marg deserved combined with the fun supernatural magicky aspect of flower magic that’s just so in character. reading this fic feels the way a warm cup of tea in your hands on a cold winter’s day does.  

til you come back home

by heart_nouveau (7978, complete, AU - modern setting)

summary: “Using one-night stands to distract myself from my crush on my roommate counts, right?”

-

Margaery Tyrell is an ambitious law student who needs a perfect grade point average if she wants to stay at the top of her class - and she is not going to throw that away by falling for her very attractive, very sweet roommate, one Sansa Stark.

notes: margaery is a moron with feelings aka my favourite type of character.  

Birds of Prey’s Dinah x Helena

Siren Call

by ThanksForListening (3300, complete, part 2 of a series) 

summary: "It always happened in the quiet moments. The early hours of the morning, when the leftover energy from a mission hadn’t quite disappeared yet. The sleepless nights, when memories clawed their way into her mind and wouldn’t let go until her screams released them. The lazy afternoons, when the radio played softly and melodies she’d almost forgotten danced around her lips. It was only when the world went still that Dinah felt her watching.

She didn’t remember the first time she noticed it. The staring. Maybe it was because Helena was always watching everything and everyone around them that Dinah didn’t realize how frequently that attention fell on her. How it felt different. Helena looked at the world with suspicion and anger and indifference, but not her. She looked at her with something much softer, something she hadn’t found a name for just yet. No word in her arsenal was deep enough or strong enough to describe it.

Whatever it was, she could feel it now.”

notes: gahhhhh this fic. “What do you see,” she finally asked, “when you look at me?” is a line that I’m gonna think about until the day I die. this is the second fic in a series and you can read it as a standalone but the first fic is also fuckin amazing

after the afterparty

by novoaa1 (1181, complete, set right after the movie ends)

summary: The Canary had let loose a delighted snort at that, as if she found the whole thing somehow laughable.

(Which it wasn’t, to be clear—laughable, that is.)

“Are y'all seeing this shit?” she’d turned to ask the rest of them, earning a giddy squeal from Harley and a bemused scoff from Montoya even whilst Helena remained stock still in place, dutifully blinding herself with one hand. “Absolutely adorable.”

“Shut up,” Helena had hissed back more out of instinct than anything else, though her tone was markedly devoid of any real anger.

(And if Helena had felt her cheeks flush ever so slightly beneath her palm at the Canary’s glib assertion, she certainly didn’t let on.)

Or: Sionis falls. The rest of them remain.

notes: just. read it.  

knew your love (before i kissed you)

by z0ejake / @zxyjxy (58.263, wip / currently being written, rated E for the last chapter)

summary: Surviving the massacre of your entire family at the age of eight is a pretty impressive feat. Training for fifteen years in Sicily until you can kill a man with one hand and a hairpin is also a pretty impressive feat. Returning to the city where your family was cut down and killing every single person involved in their deaths is maybe the most impressive feat. Somehow, it's never been enough for Helena.

notes: bro this fic is a masterpiece and zoe is a genius. features absolute moron feral dumb jock helena and my favourite version of dinah: patient and endeared and a little teasing.  

the war is over (and we are beginning)

by ace_verity (12.573, 5/5, complete)

summary: The thing is, Helena has no idea what comes after.

The past fifteen years, she’s had a singular goal. She's never given any thought to what she’d do once she killed the men who murdered her family in front of her.

Maybe, Helena realizes, she never actually thought she’d make it this far.

—

In which Helena Bertinelli joins a team, buys a cactus, beats up criminals, goes to church, bakes bread, and falls in love.

(Not necessarily in that order.)

notes: this fic is beautiful and perfectly explores a lost Helena. I also love the way Renee is written in this and the whole vibe of the story is just *chefs kiss*

cheap shampoo

by OfElvesAndAliens (1609, complete)

summary: The thing is, Helena is a rigidly focused kind of gal, iron rage forged into skilled precision. Dinah has also noticed it in the little things, like the way she frowns a bit when she's doing something as trivial as writing, her penmanship always neat and firm. That same tiny furrow of her brow is showing up again while she's methodically whisking some eggs in a bowl.

Dinah finds it cute. Fucking sue her.

notes: oh god but i love a bedsharing fic and this one? feeding and post-mission and just winding down together??? ohhhh my god

two extra random goodies just for fun:

Lamplighter

by the_years_between_us (116.915, wip, rated E)

show/ship: The Fall, Stella Gibson/Reed Smith

summary: Stella gets a call from Reed directly following the final episode of The Fall S3.

notes: this is one of only a handful of wips that I’m keeping up with and reading constantly. It’s written like goddamn poetry and I love an older ship with more baggage, because the emotions here run so much higher with their shared history and the tentative steps they’re trying to take. Also, given the source material, this is almost cathartic to read.  

Nothing to Lose*

by tielan (8013, complete, rated E)

fandom/ship: Marvel Cinematic Universe, Maria Hill/Steve Rogers

summary: “It’s one of the traditional rituals of manhood,” Natasha observes as they’re sparring. “Kill a man, fuck a woman.”

notes: listen. i know. okay? i know this seems like a crackship. but I love it SO MUCH and this author writes so well that I’ve been fully converted. ~something some of you have told me I do for you~ so go read this fic, and then read the others, and then fall in love and join me in this lonely ship. You won’t regret it.  

I’ll be writing while in isolation so if you have any Dinah/Helena or Stacie/Aubrey prompts, shoot ‘em my way!

and also hit me up for anything, as always. 

peace and love, and stay safe everybody!

[safflowerseason]

veep rewatch - 3.02

Season Three, Episode Two - The Choice

aka - The One Where Dan Gets Seasick 

(It seems like a good time to begin this series again...)

Gary, to himself in the mirror: …When did you get your dad’s face?

LOL at Dan telling Richard not to be cute. 

Gary: Ma’am, instead of doing all this pre-campaigning, sometime in the next 24 hours, you grab a mic, you say, "I'm Selina Meyer and I'm running for President of the United States!” *beat* Selina: I’m just gonna use the bathroom really quick.

Kelly: This definitely does not do video. Amy: Then what were you doing?!  (I just think it’s hilarious the way Anna Chlumsky delivers this little line…that perfect outraged bemusement.)

Hahahaha Dan gets so seasick. He’s so terrible I don’t even feel sorry for him. (This also means his S2 line about power-boating on Lake Erie is now irrelevant, which is fine because I think this is a more hilarious canon fact about Dan.) 

Wendy, about Jonah: Look who I found in a basket on our front door. 

What the hell is Jonah wearing in this scene. What is that terrible cardigan. What is that T-shirt he is wearing underneath. What.

Criminal: Hey, I voted for you! Selina: Thank you very much, sir! But I’m afraid you have to go to prison!

The chaotic scene on the boat, with everyone yelling and speaking over one another about POTUS’s announcement is quite well done, reminiscent of the scene in the kitchen during Helsinki (another great Selina-Amy-Gary-Dan group scene.) 

Ben: Ma'am, I swear to God, we all thought he was gonna just eat some shrimp, rattle off a few platitudes, go home, watch Full Metal Jacket for the millionth time and fall asleep.

Amy: Has POTUS gone nuts? We can’t have a crazy president.  Gary: In Italy they do.  (Heh.)

Selina: I can't identify myself as a woman! People can't know that! Men hate that. And women who hate women hate that, which, I believe, is most women, don't you agree with that? 

Dan: I swear to God, I felt better on the fucking boat.

Dan: And as vice president, here's your choice, two doors, pro-choice, pro-life. That’s it. Selina:…Is there a third door?  Amy: What, like a woman's door?  Dan *scornful*: A back door? No.

Lots of little physical comedy bits in this episode…Dan being sick on the boat, Selina and the bathroom door, Richard and Kelli getting tangled up in the phone lines….Most of these bits require really coordinated dialogue as well, characters speaking over one another at the exact right moment…I feel like this kind of really specific and technical scene work went away in the later seasons, in favor of the characters just screaming outsized insults at one another. Which is a bit sad, because these scenes are so superbly done, and all of the actors involved really get to show off their technical skills as well as their mastery of the dialogue. 

There’s an argument to be made that the premise of this episode is not super realistic. I suppose it’s plausible that a lame-duck outwardly liberal but still old-white-male POTUS might reveal he has a more conservative view on the timeline for abortion. What’s less plausible is that Selina’s response requires completely rethinking her views on the topic, or that she’s run for high constitutional office in the United States without articulating a clear stance on the issue. The whole “what’s Selina’s position?!” drama is a bit over-blown. Why doesn’t she just reaffirm whatever her stance is? (I guess that is kind of what she ends up doing, by rehashing the book). And the notion that she could reverse her previous position to something more conservative that aligns with POTUS’s views does not actually make any sense politically, considering Selina’s party and her hopes for the future…like presumably POTUS has also pissed off other members of his liberal party? And he’s a lame duck POTUS anyway. Who cares? 

However, I think this is an example where it’s fine that a show about politics does not hold up to perfect realist scrutiny, because it still makes for a great episode of television where we see Selina really wrestle with her identity as Veep and as a female politician, and we get to dive deep into the stakes of a “controversial” political issue (in quotations because it shouldn’t be controversial) and watch how the team deals with it. 

Jonah: I’m going to be updating more than I'm actually dating…which is a shitload. I think in the BMTL universe, Jonah resurrects Ryantology and his unhinged videos are part of how he wins the presidency. This kind of aggressive-direct-to-the-people-straight-talk-cut-through-the-bullshit rhetoric is exactly how Trump appeals to his base (even though it’s not at all true that it’s “real”), and is certainly more interesting politically than Jonah advancing as a politician because he’s racist and sexist and hates vaccines. 

Kent and Sue begin their hilariously robotic flirting in this episode. 

Selina’s got so many great lines in this scene about gender politics and the politics of abortion, all of which I would put on a coffee mug or a t-shirt.  “Get the government out of my fucking snatch.” “If men got pregnant, you could get an abortion at an ATM.” “As a woman, I am not gonna put in a fuckin’ sentence ‘As a woman…’ I am not putting my eggs in that basket.” “This is about access to safe abortions for vulnerable women.”

Read alongside one another, these lines illustrate how conflicted she is, not about abortion, but about her identity as a female politician and in turn, how that identity is perceived by the public to influence her political choices and views. She doesn’t want to be a labeled as a feminist political warrior, but she is still clearly passionate enough about women’s issues enough to try and figure out a way to articulate her views without sacrificing her political future—a future that depends on the support of old, white men. 

Costume-wise, Amy stands out among the ensemble in another turquoise green dress (I am very into her snakesin heels). This one is a wrap dress that is a bit darker than her dress for Mike’s wedding. Selina is wearing a black top and a red skirt, in a not-so-subtle nod to her struggle over what to say in public about abortion. Dan’s and Mike’s ties both have red in them. Unusually, nothing in Amy’s outfit really links her to Selina or to Dan.

Selina: Well, he fucking fudged it. Now we know he’s running for President, that stupid bastard. 

Dan’s meltdown is very well done by Reid Scott. This season, he really brings out Dan’s more intense side, highlighting his obsessive and neurotic qualities that we don’t normally see (because Dan keeps them buried) and adding this slightly unhinged edge to the character. At the same time, he emphasizes how Dan struggles to keep up the usual facade that everything is easy for him. In the previous episode, we even saw a flash of Dan’s crazy eyes. I simply don’t understand how Mandel watched Dan’s arc in S3 and came to the conclusion that this character didn’t really care about anything except money and sex. All Dan cares about in this season is winning, to the point where he actually self-destructs. It will be really fun to observe how the writers and RS play out Dan’s journey with this rewatch. 

Amy to Dan: Go home. Take an Ambien. Take fifty!

Ben: I’m going home, and if anyone needs me…I don’t care.

Poor Gary in this episode. He fails so hard at trying to be an actual political strategist. 

Dan: Hey you, Ugly Betty, give me that burrito! Jonah: Don’t just give it to him, dude!

“This is what happens when you fuck with my office!” Dan literally is seconds from beating up Jonah in this scene…his dangerous side on full display here. Part of me wishes we saw more of this super macho physical enforcer Dan, but at the same time, I do think it’s a bit jarring compared to Veep’s regular tone as a show. (It also makes you wonder what Dan’s breaking point is, when it comes to physical violence.)

Selina: Well, I said nothing…a big, fat, morbidly obese nothing.

[mxliv-oftheendless]

"Order for... one Peter and one Pauline?" "That's Paul! Dammit, Peter, I'm never letting you order for me again..." StarTerror coffee shop au? 💙💜

Kay, so I freakin love this idea, it’s an amazing concept. Coffee shop AUs are just lovely concepts in of themselves. Hope you like what I came up with!

~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

If anyone ever thought Nikki Sixx enjoyed being a barista, they were dead wrong. He did not enjoy it... but in fairness, he didn’t despise it either. His feelings about it differed depending on the kind of day he’d had. On the one hand, he was earning money, he made good tips, and his friends all worked there too. On the other hand... human interaction. Ugh. He’d lost count of the number times he wanted to go off on one of the many difficult customers he’d been forced to serve. 

“Did you hear that asshole?” Nikki complained to Tommy, glaring at said asshole’s retreating back in the hopes that he would catch fire. “Like to fuckin see him get behind the counter and make a double-shot no foam latte with whole milk TWICE because the stupid thing wasn’t at 102 degrees.” 

Tommy shrugged. “Sorry, man... Want me to spill his drink all over him next time he comes in? So he’ll get fuckin scalded?” 

Nikki laughed at the image. Certainly tempting... 

“You scald anyone, and I’m dockin’ your pay, Lee,” Mick interjected from where he was restocking the display case. Technically, Mick was the owner and manager, but he often worked behind the counter with Nikki, Tommy, and Vince. Nikki’s theory was that he did that to keep an eye on them; Nikki had a tendency to slack off, Tommy had once been dancing wildly to a song playing and very nearly knocked over one of the brewing machines, and Vince tried to hit on every cute girl that came in. 

“But Mick, the dude was an asshole to Nikki!” Tommy protested. “You heard him, right?” 

“I did,” Vince volunteered from the espresso machine. “Fucker had a hissy fit 'cause Nikki forgot the whole milk.” 

Mick seemed to be considering their words. “Fine. Just don’t get it on his face. Spill it all over his clothes. Get it on his face and he’s more likely to sue.” 

Tommy grinned and gave a thumbs-up. “Got it!” 

Nikki laughed, imagining the look on the asshole’s face if that ever happened. Damn what a great image. He leaned against the wall as the last of the customers in line got their drinks and left. The morning rush was pretty much over, which meant he could finally relax—

The bell above the door jangled. Goddammit. 

Nikki sighed and looked, then froze as two men their age walked in, one shorter than the other. But Nikki wasn’t focused on him. He was instead focused on the taller one... Because shit was he attractive. He had long, curly dark hair that spilled down past his shoulders, dark eyes, and... damn, Nikki found himself wondering what those lips tasted like. 

“Earth to Nikki?” Vince shoved his shoulder, snapping him out of his daze. “C’mon, pay attention.” 

Nikki waved him off, then went to prepare himself to make whatever would be ordered as the shorter man walked up to the register. Tommy eagerly bounced over. “Hey, dude! What can I get for ya?” 

“A large Columbian roast, and a medium French vanilla, please,” 

“Got it! Names?” 

For some reason, the man gave a smirk before he gave Tommy the names, which Nikki didn’t catch as he went off to fill the order. He had half a mind to look over at where the two were sitting, hoping he could catch the glance of the cute one, but he reconsidered that when he almost spilled coffee on his hand. 

He brought the two cups to the counter. “Order for... one Peter and one Pauline?” 

The short one snorted loudly, while the cute one scowled. “Oh for God’s sake—that’s Paul! Dammit Peter, I’m never letting you order for me again!” 

The short one, Peter, was too busy laughing uproariously to respond. The cute one, Paul, evidently, scoffed and got up to walk over to the counter. Oh shit—be cool, Nikki, be cool. 

“Excuse my friend,” Paul said to him. “Peter keeps making the same joke,” he turned his head to speak loudly over his shoulder, “even though he’s been doing it since freshman year of college!...” he turned back to Nikki, “because he loves to annoy me.” 

Nikki shrugged. “It’s cool, man... So which is it?” 

Paul furrowed his brow. “Which is what?” 

Nikki grinned slightly at him. “Is it Pauline or Paul?” 

“Ha ha. It’s Paul. Because I’m a guy.” He turned his head to shout again. “As I’ve said a million times before!” 

“Yeah, yeah, whatever, Paul.” 

Paul waved him off and turned back to Nikki. “But yeah, it’s Paul.” 

“Cool, cool. Well, here’s your drinks. Hope to see ya around again.” Please let him come back... that would almost be enough to restore his faith in a higher power. 

Paul gave him a small smile. “Thank you. I might come back, this is a nice place.” He picked up the two cups. “See you around, Nikki.” 

Wait, what? Nikki stared dumbly as Paul turned and walked back to Peter, handing him his coffee cup. It was as they were walking towards the door to leave that Nikki overcame his surprise. “Hey, wait!” He dashed over to the other side of the counter and shouted after them. “How’d you know my name?” 

“I read your name tag!” Paul called over his shoulder. Then he pushed open the door, and was gone. 

Nikki just stared at the door as it swung closed. He read his name tag... he knew his name now. The corners of his mouth quirked up in a smile. 

Then, of course, the moment was interrupted by Vince’s voice. “What the fuck was that about, Nik?” 

He turned around, and found Mick, Tommy, and Vince looking at him. Mick looked as amused as he could get, Tommy was grinning widely, and Vince had his arms crossed and a wide smirk on his face. “What’re you talkin about?” Nikki questioned, though he was pretty sure he knew. 

“You’ve got the hots for that customer!” Vince sure enough replied. 

Heat rose to his face, even as Nikki tried to deny it. “Bullshit, I do not,” 

“Nah, that’s bullshit,” Mick fired back. “We all saw that.” 

“You had fuckin heart eyes, dude!” Tommy laughed. 

“Shut the fuck up,” Nikki grumbled. “He was just kinda hot-lookin,”  

Vince shrugged. “Whatever floats your boat, man. Shoulda written your number down on his cup.” 

“That’s the sorta shit you pull, Vince. I’m not doing that.” 

“Well, ya lost your chance with him, then. Unless he comes back.” 

“When you two are done chit-chatting, Vince, it’s your turn to wash the pots,” Mick called. 

Vince’s shoulders slumped and he frowned unhappily. “Man, I forgot about that...” 

He turned to walk into the kitchen, while Nikki went to go clean the display case before Mick called him out on not doing it yet. The entire time, though, his thoughts kept drifting back to Paul, the hot customer with the long curly hair. He actually really hoped Paul would come back. He knew he probably wouldn’t, since the universe most likely wouldn’t be willing to cut him some slack and let that happen, but still... he could dream. 

Maybe being a barista wasn’t so bad after all, if it meant the sort of shit that happened in the rom-coms Vince denied watching could potentially happen to a guy like him. 

[howrry]

forbidden fruit pt.2

a/n: yes i said i’d post ceo!harry first. yes i lied. sue me. here’s part 2 of that hatefucking piece, there’ll probably be only one more. short and sweet and a little smutty enjoyyy [here is part 1 btw]

w/c: 1.5k

warnings: u know its nsfw ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°) 

There was a knock at the door, followed by someone asking, "Is someone in here?"

You stumbled out of the bathroom in Josh's room, head fuzzy and eyes a bit watery. You tried to fix your appearance as much as you could to hide the fact that you'd just blown the guy you claim to hate the most. No time to figure out that dilemma, though, people were downstairs waiting for you.

The knob to the door turned before you could reach for it, and two girls you recognized from class burst in. "Oh, sorry!" one of them said. "We needed to pee and all the other bathrooms are taken. Anyone in there?"

You shook your head and simply bounded back downstairs. Luke was pleased to see you and  questioned neither your absence nor Harry's sudden disappearance. In fact, the rest of the night was actually quite fun. You, Luke, and his friends shotgunned, took shots, danced, and played beer pong until your ride came to pick you up. The blonde boy walked you out to the car and even kissed your cheek goodbye, and you were grinning the whole way home thinking about how sweet he was.

You wished you could say that during the weekend your thoughts were free from Harry, but no such luck. It was obvious that Luke was interested in you and you weren't stupid; the boy was perfect on paper. He was smart, he treated you well, and it wasn't like he was unfortunate to look at... But it was different with Harry. It was... taboo, you supposed. Something about your relationship with him, whatever it was, was almost exhilarating.

At school, Harry acted as if you didn't exist. It definitely ruffled your feathers a bit but the only good H is a quiet H. You guessed you'd rather have no confrontation than deal with his vile personality.

Luke caught you before lunch and asked you to sit with him and his friends. Some of their girlfriends were there and were welcoming of you, complimenting your nail color and sharing the gossip for the day. Luke and his buddies laughed and chatted together as well, but all you could feel were two eyes boring into you. You glanced behind one of the girls across from you and saw Harry across the room eyeing you.

Oh, so now he was gonna get pissy? Really? After leaving you at a party and completely ignoring you during class? What a cuck. To mess with him even more, you leaned into Luke's side and nestled your head on his shoulder. He laughed a little through his nose and reached around you to rub your arm. "You're cute, y'know that?" he whispered.

Harry, expectedly, was glaring daggers. Hmm... point Y/N.

After lunch, you and Luke had classes on opposite sides of the school, so you parted ways. You were still floating on your victory cloud when a firm hand gripped your wrist and pulled you down the hallway of the arts wing. All theater, choir, and art classes were held in the morning so the foyer was empty and dark.

It was Harry, which wasn't a shock, but you did have to get to class. "Harry, what the fuck? Where are we going?" you whined.

"Don' worry about it," he answered, still pulling you down the wing.

"I have history, H," you continued to bitch. "And slow down, you're gonna wear out the soles of my--"

Harry cut you off by pulling you into the storage closet furthest from the rest of campus, slamming the door behind you two and pressing you against it. "Tha's about enough from you," he deadpanned. You swallowed and obeyed.

"What do y'think yeh're doing running around with 'im?" he interrogated, breath fanning against your face. There wasn't an inch of space between you two, but Harry wanted even more and separated your legs with his thigh.

"It's none of your fucking business," you spat, trying to ignore your proximity to him. You and Luke weren't dating necessarily, but you weren't sure about messing with other people and H's cologne was starting to get intoxicating.

He chuckled, entertained. His eyes soaked in all of you before jumping back up to stare into yours. "Yeh don' wanna be with him. He doesn' know how to treat yeh."

You scoffed. "Oh, and you're any better? Luke wouldn't make me suck his cock and then ditch me."

Harry hummed, fingers drifting around the hem of your skirt. "I see," he mused. "Yeh want me to return the favor, pet?"

"I... uh," and well, what to say to that? He pushed your skirt up past your thighs and cupped your center, halting any other words that could come out of your mouth.

"Don't be afraid 'f what yeh want, kitten," he reminded you, pulling your panties aside and running calloused fingers along your folds.

Okay, maybe his advice wasn't so bad. You nodded and breathed, "Please, H, please get inside me." Begging wasn't your usual game, but this was a good exception. Harry brought his fingers to your lips and you obediently sucked your wetness from off them.

"Mm, what a good girl," he praised. Harry unzipped his pants and freed his cock. "Y'want me buried inside of yeh? Wanna feel my cock fuckin' yeh open?"

"God, yes." Your hands fell on his shoulders as he rubbed the head of his cock against your wet folds. Sliding in was almost too easy, and the burn from his width stretching your walls made your head fall against the door.

He had one of your legs hiked up around his hips to allow him to fuck you as deeply as possible. Harry's mouth was on your neck, licking and sucking at the soft flesh as your knees got shaky.

"Don't--" you breathed, "don't leave a hickey, Luke'll kill me."

Harry responded first by pushing in to the hilt, making you choke on a gasp. "I'll leave a mark if I damn well please." He pulled on your hair to expose more of your neck and bit it, thrusting harder and faster. "Yeh know for a fact that he couldn't make yeh feel this good. He'd fuck y'like you're a doll, but that's not what yeh want, is it? Y'want to get fucked like a whore and 'm the only one who can do it," he asserted right into your ear.

You nodded and dragged your nails down his back through his shirt, likely not leaving a mark but enough to make him aware of your desperation. The drag of his cock inside of you was pushing you closer and closer to the edge and you whimpered out, pathetically agreeing to his claims. He truly made you weak. "I guess," he breathed between thrusts, "I was right."

Of course, you were too busy chasing your orgasm to really listen to him finish his sentence, but he continued anyways. "I have to fuck yeh... to get y'to behave." He pushed himself in once more and you finally reached your climax. Your legs would've given out from underneath you had he not held you up by your waist. "Tha's right, pet, cum on m'cock," he cooed as you shook and whimpered in his arms. "Fuck, you're quite sensitive," he noted when you scrambled to get him out of your still-pulsing walls. He'd already cum inside you, and dropped down to start licking it out of you.

And... okay, if that wasn't the hottest thing you've ever seen. He was on his knees with his face buried between your thighs, and you tried to push him off weakly. Finally, when you had just about had enough, Harry rose back up and tucked himself back in his trousers.

"Get to class, Y/N," he ordered, barely giving you time to readjust your skirt back to normal. And you definitely noticed the lack of a pet name-- what a fucking jackass. "I know I am, darling," he responded and you realized you said that last part out loud. "I'll see you in first period tomorrow, hm? Oh, and clean yourself up," he said, licking his thumb and wiping it across where your lip gloss had smeared.

Harry straightened himself up, merely nodded to you, and left you in the closet the same way he left you in Josh's room.

You didn't really have any options but to listen to him. You fixed your hair back to what it looked like before you got railed in a school supply closet, adjusted your wrinkled clothes, and walked to your class with wobbly legs. Your teacher accepted your half-assed excuse for tardiness since you weren't typically a nuisance anyways and punishing you would be more trouble than it was worth.

As your history teacher droned on about the aftereffects of WWII in Europe, all you could think about was this new game Harry was playing with you. First he'd ignore you, then he'd sleep with you and enforce some kind of psuedo-dominance rooted in jealousy over you, then go back to not caring about you at all. Fine, you finally thought to yourself. If Harry wanted a game, then he's got one.

[angrylizardjacket]

Asher Kids Do An Interview

Choose an OC.

Answer them as that OC.

Tag 5 people to do the same.

Tagging @siriuslymooned​ @sam-writes​ @toplesstaylor​ @rogerandhishair​ and anyone else who sees this and wants to do it!!

[aydtd]

Note: Astrid is the oldest. Cate is the middlest. Barney is the youngest.

1. What is your name?

Cate: Cate Taylor.

Barney: Barney Clarke- Taylor... Sun. 

Astrid: Astrid Taylor.

2. Do you know why are you named that?

Cate: It’s short for Catherine.

Astrid: Is that what it’s short for?

Cate: Shut up.

Barney: What are you short for?

Astrid: That’s just how I grew.

Barney: You grew?

Astrid: I didn’t come out of ma at five-foot nothin’, yeah I fuckin’ grew, ya turnip.

Cate: Barney’s short for Barnabus.

Astrid: Barney’s short for a giant.

Barney: Taller than both of you.

Astrid: Taller than everyone.

Cate: ’s not difficult to be taller than Trid.

Astrid: Shut it; Barney what’s the deal with your last name?

Barney: Clarke is my professional name, I was born a Taylor, and I married into Sun. So legally I’m Barnabus Sun-Taylor, but I’m usually credited professionally as Barney Clarke.

Astrid: Huh. Nice; I didn’t realise you and Mickey [Barney’s partner] hyphenated. I’m named Astrid ‘cos dad liked how it sounded.

3. Are you single or taken?

Barney: Taken. [Barney wiggles the fingers off his left hand, to show where a wedding ring sits neatly on his ring finger.]

Cate: Taken? Taken. Not married though, almost made that mistake before.

Astrid: Single as.

4. Have any abilities or powers?

[There’s a long silence, the three of them look at one another with confusion.]

Barney: I played a superhero once.

Astrid: Oh yeah, you were good in that, what was it-?

Barney: X-Men.

Cate: Did you really forget X-Men?

Astrid: He’s been in a lot of movies!

5. Stop being a Mary Sue.

Cate: The next time you read an alcoholic, lesbian, disaster Mary Sue, can you please send me a link? 

Astrid: Hey!

Barney: I’m pretty sure it’s ‘Gary Stu’ for me?

Cate: You’re not a Gary Stu... Actually-

Astrid: Maybe a little?

Barney: I’m successful, there’s a difference, I think.

Cate: (amused) Did you put yourself through the litmus test?

Astrid: There’s a litmus test?

6. What’s your eye color?

Astrid: Blue.

Cate: Blue.

Barney: Ma’s eyes all the way; green.

7. How about your hair color?

Barney: Ginger.

Cate: I dunno, I think I’d consider myself a strawberry blonde.

Astrid: We’re a weird sliding scale between mum and dad; I’ve got dad’s blonde hair.

8. Have any family members?

[They look at each other with amusement.]

Astrid: (sarcastically) No, I’ve never seen these people before in my life.

9. Oh? How about pets?

Cate: My daughter’s been asking about getting a dog and I’m pretty sure Joe’s gonna get her one if he gets wind of how much she wants it. 

Astrid: God, imagine her little face if Joe gets her a puppy, oh Christ.

Cate: She’d cry, she’d absolutely cry, like happy tears but... oh, God I’m gonna get a dog aren’t I?

Barney: Pets are great; I love Sir more every day.

Astrid: I hope [Cate’s] dog is nothing like Sir, that cat is an asshole-

Barney: Only to you.

Astrid: Barn, your cat is an asshole.

Barney: You’re an asshole.

10. That’s cool, I guess. Now tell me something you don’t like?

Astrid: Barney’s fucking cat.

Barney: Astrid.

Cate: Calm down you babies. I don’t like wearing high heels.

Astrid: Seconded.

Barney: Thirded.

11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?

Barney: I box.

Astrid: That’s your go-to, isn’t it?

Barney: Fine, I also enjoy swimming, spending time with Mickey, and mixing drinks. 

Cate: That’s cute.

Astrid: I enjoy drinking the drinks he mixes.

Cate: That’s less cute.

Barney: Drinking isn’t a hobby.

Astrid: Alright, I enjoy going to pubs to listen to music, driving fast cars, and spending time with pretty people.

Cate: Yeah, that checks out. I don’t have a lot of time for hobbies, though I play music, my bass mostly, and, ah, studying languages I guess. And spending time with Claud [her daughter], obviously.

12. Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before?

Astrid: Bar fights, mostly. Smacked a few assholes who’ve heckled Barn’s movies while I’m trying to watch them.

Barney: That’s actually kind of sweet. I’ve only been in one bar fight, and Trid finished that guy off, but other than that, and a few stunts gone wrong, a few hits in boxing, not really.

Cate: (visibly uncomfortable) Not, uh, not physically.

13. Ever… killed anyone before?

Astrid: What the fuck? No.

14. What kind of animal are you?

Cate: I think I’m a meerkat.

[Astrid immediately raises her hands up to her chest like paws, perking up and looking around, imitating a meerkat. Cate smiles, and imitates the gesture.]

Barney: Yeah, I can see it. Trid’s that terribly taxidermied- ah, [he pulls out his phone, and taps away at the screen for a moment] cheetah! 

[Astrid shoves him, but both he and Cate are laughing.]

Astrid: You’re your asshole cat.

15. Name your worst habits?

Barney: Oh, Mickey actually hit the nail on the head when we did the Husband Tag on their channel the other day- follow Mickey, they’re sunteamick, all one word, on YouTube.

Cate: What did they say?

Barney: I’m too unperturbed.

Astrid: You’re too chill?

Barney: They said I’m a danger to myself because of it; got hit in the face at boxing a few months ago, broke my nose - not the first time, but still not pleasant - and went home instead of to the hospital because I didn’t think it was that bad. It wasn’t; I still should have gone to hospital but it wasn’t that bad. Much worse things could have happened, it’s just a nose.

Cate: You need to be more perturbed?

Barney: I need to be more perturbed.

Astrid: Being unperturbed isn’t exactly a habit.

Barney: I also leave the cap off the toothpaste after I use it.

Cate: That’s bad and you should feel bad.

Barney: I do, but I’ll never change. It perturbs Mickey.

Astrid: My worst habit is that - I’m a stunt driver sometimes, right, and I do mad dangerous stunts, and every time I get injured or have like, a near death experience, I don’t think like ‘oh maybe I should slow down’, I think ‘how long until I can get this fuckin’ cast off and get back behind the wheel?’.

Cate: You’re an adrenaline junkie.

Astrid: But only with dangerous car stunts.

Barney: You perturb me.

Astrid: Good.

Cate: I bite my nails.

16. Do you look up to anyone at all?

Astrid: Physically or metaphorically?

Barney: You look up to everyone physically. 

[Note; Barney Clarke is 6′4. Astrid Taylor is 5′0.]

Cate: Our parents, obviously. They’re very successful, and have been through a lot. I grew up idolising them because they’re my parents, but as I came to know more about them as people, it was just natural to idolise them as people too.

Barney: Yeah, mum and dad, also Alec Baldwin.

Cate: Alec Baldwin, really? I wouldn’t have picked that.

Barney: Did you see him in Streetcar? [he hums appreciatively] That man’s career, his talent, all the stuff of legend. Meryl Streep, too.

Cate: Yeah no, I get that.

Astrid: Meryl Streep can get it.

17. Are you gay, straight or bisexual?

Barney: Uh, I’m pan?

Cate: I’m probably on the asexual spectrum, I haven’t thought about it in a while. Not aromantic though, I guess I’d be bi or pan romantic? Queer. I’m queer.

Astrid: I’m- look at me, I’m a whole damn lesbian.

18. Do you go to school?

Astrid: I take a few classes here and there, but I actually didn’t finish high school, dropped out in Year 10 with my parent’s blessing and started working as a mechanic.

Cate: I haven’t studied in a while but I have a Masters in Public Relations.

Astrid: And she speaks like eight languages.

Cate: Five.

Astrid: Still, you’re a very impressive lady.

Cate: Thanks, Trid. 

Barney: I finished high school, but I’ve been working pretty steadily since then, don’t have a degree or anything.

19. Ever want to marry and have kids one day?

Cate: I’ve got Claud, I almost married her dad, but... but that would have been bad for everyone. I’m not in a hurry to get married, let’s say.

Barney: Mickey and I don’t really want to be parents just yet, maybe one day, but we’re happy just spoiling Claud when we can.

Astrid: Oh, absolutely seconded; that kid is terrifyingly sweet for how spoiled she is.

Barney: She’s so great.

Cate: She really is.

20. Do you have any fangirls/fanboys?

Astrid: I run a Barney stan account on Twitter.

Barney: Really?

Astrid: Fuck no, but he does actually have fans.

Cate: I guess we all have fans in our own way, but a lot of that, like minus Barney, who’s genuinely a star, is more because of mum and dad.

Astrid: Imagine if Claud grows up to be a Queen stan on tumblr.

Cate: That’s horrifying.

21. What are you most afraid of?

Cate: The concept of Claud finding smut about Joe.

Astrid: The concept that Cate’s found and read smut about Joe.

Barney: Why would she need it? Couldn’t she just-

Astrid: Maybe before they were together?

Cate: I hate you both.

Barney: Well, that’s not a ‘no I haven’t read smut about my boyfriend’. Also I’m afraid of submarines.

Astrid: Submarines?

Barney: The big hole in the front of them gives me anxiety.

22. What do you usually wear?

Barney: Astrid doesn’t get to answer this one because she doesn’t know what fashion is, and dresses like a single dad in the middle of his mid-life crisis.

[Astrid shrugs but keeps quiet; her shorts have oil stains on them.]

Barney: Good. I’m a fan of colourful button-downs and slacks.

Astrid: Gucci [pronounced Gucky, like ducky but with a G] button-downs, you mean. 

Barney: (quietly, but with a lot of feeling) I hate you.

[Cate is laughing too hard to answer. She wears a pastel sweater and well fitting jeans.]

23. What’s one food that tempts you?

Astrid: Kracken Rum.

Cate: That doesn’t count as food.

Astrid: I’m not changing my answer.

Cate: Fine. Original Glaze Krispy Cream Donuts.

Barney: Like the ones dad used to buy us when we’d visit him on tour in America?

Cate: Yeah! God they’re good.

Barney: I’m always tempted by whatever Mickey cooks, though they don’t do it a lot. I usually cook. I enjoy it a lot.

24. Am I annoying to you?

Cate: No, you’re fine.

25. Well, it’s still not over!

Astrid: How many questions left?

26. What class are you (low/middle/high)?

[All three of them seem to become uncomfortable with the question.]

Cate: We- we’re comfortable. Our parents are Roger and Ash Taylor, we’ll always be comfortable.

27. How many friends do you have?

Cate: I’d say we’ve all got good circles - very different circles, sure-

Barney: If Astrid could stop collecting my pretty-boy costars that is.

Astrid: (smugly) It’s not my fault I’m good at making friends with your pretty-boy costars.

Barney: I’m glad people don’t realise we’re related, sometimes.

Astrid: Because I embarrass you?

Barney: (grumbling under his breath) Because everyone thinks you’re cooler than me.

Astrid: Men are so easy to get; look good, drive fast, and drink hard. Once they find out I’m gay and I can help wingman them really well, and maybe fix their cars, I’ve got ‘em, hook, line, and sinker.

Barney: That’s a bit of a generalisation, don’t you think?

Astrid: Fine; pretty boys in Hollywood are easy to get. 

Barney: That much I’ll give you.

28. What are your thoughts on pie?

Cate: Actually, Barney, that apple pie you made for Easter was stunning, I was meaning to tell you.

Astrid: Easter was months ago.

Cate: I’ve been busy!

Barney: Thanks, I can send you the recipe if you like.

Cate: I’d never have the time to cook it.

Barney: I’ll make it for you again, then. 

29. Favorite drink?

Astrid: Kracken. Rum.

Barney: Peanut butter and chocolate milkshake.

Cate: (again, uncomfortable) Orange juice, I guess.

30. What’s your favorite place?

Barney: The kitchen of my LA apartment, with a roast dinner in the oven and Mickey sitting at the kitchen island talking to me about their day.

Cate: Awww!

Astrid: That’s really sweet, Barn.

Cate: Well mine’s probably being side of stage at one of dad’s concerts with Claud with me.

Astrid: (quiet) Mine’s gonna sound stupid.

Cate: No, it’s- well, maybe.

Astrid: It’s just- I don’t really have like a favourite favourite place, you know? I have like, moments with people that just stick with me. Like, I shared a cigarette with Ben [Hardy] during one of Cate’s gigs and I just remember talking and laughing and looking up at the stars, and I could hear my talented as all fuck sister playing inside, and I just- it was lovely. 

Cate: Trid...

Astrid: And you know, I do remember X-Men, you know? Because when you flew with that scream-thing you do in the movie? I fucking cried. I was so fucking proud, dude. My favourite place is in a cinema watching my little brother on the big screen, or at a bar watching my sister smash out some of the best rock and roll of our generation, or watching dad play, or seeing mum’s smile when she’s finally happy with an outfit- fuck, sorry I didn’t mean to get all sappy and shit.

Barney: No- Trid, no, don’t apologise.

31. Are you interested in anyone?

Astrid: Not in a long-term sense.

[Cate and Barney share a frown, before turning their identical ‘are you kidding me?’ looks on the interviewer.]

32. That was a stupid question…

Barney: Yeah, I’m married.

33. Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean?

Cate: Ocean, always the ocean.

Barney: Yeah, I’m with you on that one.

Astrid: But the ocean has submarines in it.

Barney: Well I can’t see them so it’s fine.

Astrid: Fair cop, I also have to say ocean.

34. What’s your type?

Astrid: (teasingly) Cate likes cute, goofy actors with dumb perms and big grins and-

Cate: Astrid likes all girls ever, especially if they buy her a drink.

Astrid: Guilty as charged.

Barney: Two opposite ends of the spectrum? Every girl ever and Joe Mazzello specifically?

Cate: ... Pretty much.

35. Any fetishes?

[Astrid opens her mouth, but Cate smacks her hand over her mouth.]

Cate: That’s information I don’t need to know about my sister, thanks.

Barney: (grinning) Bondage.

Astrid: (muffled) Nice.

Cate: Christ.

Barney: That’s the tame shit, Catie.

Cate: You are my Baby Brother, shut your mouth. Ow!

[Astrid has bitten Cate’s hand. She removes her hand from Astrid’s mouth.]

Barney: I’m a married man!

Cate: I don’t want to know what you guys are into, and I don’t want you to know what I’m into, okay? We all know too much about our own family, I’d like some modicum of privacy.

Astrid: Yeah, after you see your mum bare it all in a photoshoot from the seventies with Bowie, life does get a little weird.

Barney: Oh, I forgot about that. Okay, moving on.

36. Camping or outdoors?

Astrid: Camper van.

Barney: I like hiking, but not really camping.

Cate: Claud camps in the backyard sometimes, it’s fun to join her, sometimes we stargaze.

Astrid: That’s a grossly cute image to end on.

Barney: Does Joe stargaze with you guys?

Cate: (blushing) Once or twice. Claud fell asleep on him last time. It was pretty cute.

Astrid: Oh that’s actually really cute.

Cate: Yeah, it was.

[amalthemir]

OC Interview!

I was tagged by @nuka-nuke (luv u bab) for this, so here I go!

1. Choose an OC.

2. Answer them as that OC.

3. Tag 5 people to do the same.

I’ll tag @scarecrow-forest @lamorellenoire6 @chibikinesis @ryu-no-joou and @beetleboo

1. What is your name?

Would be sitting comfortably in a chair, whiskey glass in hand

"We'll aren't you straight to the point. If you've got to know, name's Texas, doll~."

2. Do you know why are you named that?

"Dunno, mama once said somethin' about her ancestors bein' from a place called Texas back before the world went t' shit. Might've all jus' been some bullshit for all I know."

3. Are you single or taken?

Smirks

"Well that answer depends on if I find ya interestin' or not. But for t' sake of time, I'm seein' someone, well, a few someones. That satisfy yer curiosity yet, doll?"

4. Have any abilities or powers?

Laughs

"Sure do princess! I've got a this cute lil' trick where if I say someone is dead, they'll show up dead the next day! World works in strange ways, darlin'."

"Aside from that, I'm killer with an automatic rifle, you'd be dead in a secon' if I wanted it. The rest of my talents are... well, let's just say I'm good with a rope."

5. Stop being a Mary Sue.

"Who t' hell is that Mary Sue lady? You better not be playin' me for a fool if you know what's good for you..."

6. What’s your eye color?

"Brown, plain an' simple. Mama said I had papa's eyes, always said that his were like chocolate- or caramel or some shit. Don't rightly give a fuck to be honest."

7. How about your hair color?

"Brown again, dark brown to be frank, but you can prob'ly see the color better in good lightin'."

8. Have any family members?

"No, mama got sick and died like a dog, and papa left and never came back, fucker probably got himself killed years ago, wouldn't be surprised if he's still in a ditch somewhere back in Vegas."

9. Oh? How about pets?

Sits up a bit straighter

"Well... don't rightly have one unless you count that quantum deathclaw egg I stole- rescued from an empty nest after its parents were... killed in an unfortunate hunting expedition. The thing hasn't hatched, but it hasnt rotten yet either, so don't know what's gonna happen with it."

10. That’s cool, I guess. Now tell me something you don’t like?

"Well now that you mention it, havin' someone waste my time askin' stupid questions is pretty high on my list of things I don't like."

11. Do you have any activities/hobbies that you like to do?

"You mean besides tying people up, takin' people's shit, or getting myself a new "toy" to play with? Dunno, all that takes up most of my time."

12. Have you ever hurt anyone in any way before?

"You... are you fuckin' serious? I had a feelin' you were a dumbass but boy, you're somethin' else. Yeah I've hurt people, sometimes they even like it when I do it."

13. Ever… killed anyone before?

"Well sorry to disappoint, darlin', but you don't get t' where I am without poppin' a few heads. If it makes ya feel any better, I prefer playin' with my toys rather than breakin' 'em... at least at first."

Chuckles

14. What kind of animal are you?

"What kind of- the hell kinda question is that? I don't fuckin' know, a damn coyote for all I care."

15. Name your worst habits?

"Do you really want me to? There's a lot of 'em. Off the top of my head I'd say maybe drinkin' on the job, not bein' able to stop myself from wanting to... get a taste of something I find interesting, and dunno, maybe, just maybe, I like to stay a bit too clean sometimes, old habit really."

16. Do you look up to anyone at all?

"Nope, nobody at all. Other people are just pawns, though I like to play with some more than others."

17. Are you gay, straight or bisexual?

"I'm whatever you want me to be, baby doll."

18. Do you go to school?

"Do we fuckin' look like we have a damn school here at Nukaworld? Or do I like like a damn brat that should be sittin' on a desk takin' damn notes about some bullshit? Yeah, thought so."

19. Ever want to marry and have kids one day?

"Hell no, don' wanna get caught up in any of that business. Like hell that I'm ever gonna allow myself to get tied down to one por sod for the rest of my life. That's what mama did, and look at her now, six feet under cuz she was sure papa would come prancin' on in like nothin' happened. No thanks. As for kids that's another can of blood worms I ain't touchin' anytime soon."

20. Do you have any fangirls/fanboys?

Laughs

"Sure do, people line up to see me every day, all eyes on me whenever I walk in the market, real ego booster if you ask me."

21. What are you most afraid of?

"Dying of boredom, so right now I'm pretty much on death's row."

22. What do you usually wear?

"A suit. I know, I know, you must be wonderin' why the hell I wear a suit, well, to be the best you gotta look the part, don't cha' think? Plus, it's catches people's attention, makes it easier to lure them in. Guess keeping it all clean is a hassle, but I've got people for that."

23. What’s one food that tempts you?

"Hm.... maybe some mirelurk cakes, damn things are pretty good when you find someone to cook 'em right."

24. Am I annoying to you?

"Nooooo of course not. I'm having the time of my life, can't you tell?"

25. Well, it’s still not over!

"Christ sake... this better be worth it."

26. What class are you (low/middle/high)?

"High and mighty, darlin'."

27. How many friends do you have?

"Yes."

28. What are your thoughts on pie?

"Pies? Why fuckin' pies of all damn things? I don't know, them pre-war ones looked good I guess, never had one. Might try to get someone that knows how to make one."

29. Favorite drink?

"Whiskey, plain and simple. Used to have Susnset Sarsaparilla back in Vegas, but they don't have those over here. Nuka-Wild comes close enough I guess, doesn't quite taste the same though."

30. What’s your favorite place?

"Anywhere that's mine, that's private, and a place that I can drag a new toy into in order to have some fun."

31. Are you interested in anyone?

"You could say that... there's a certain pup that I'm training into being more... well behaved. Gotta say, I'm hooked so far."

32. That was a stupid question…

"I'd say the same for all the other questions you've asked, but sure, whatever floats yer boat."

33. Would you rather swim in a lake or the ocean?

"Neither."

34. What’s your type?

"Hm... guess I like a challenge. Don't get me wrong, being able to do what I please with someone from day one is always fun, but there's something about breaking them and making them mine that turns me on intensely."

35. Any fetishes?

"Yyyyyup, let's see... domination, bondage, being rough, puppy play, being very physical, etcetera, too many to name."

36. Camping or outdoors?

"Pretty much everyone has slept outdoors before in their lives, how else you think I traveled from the west all the way to the east?."

[tumblunni]

Oh! And also how ghosts are great!

Like thats not just me being morbid about the suicidalness, i mean ive always thought that a ghost's particular superpowers would be like the biggest healing thing for all my anxieties!

Being able to turn invisible AND fly AND walk thru the wall to escape?? I could essentially be alone even when im in a crowd of people! And it was just relaxing to sit down and think "hey what would i do in this place if i had absolutely no fear of social embarassment?" Like how i'd actually be able to look at all the things on every single shelf in a shop, without being on a countdown fuse until i get overwhelmed. And i wouldnt be constantly looking over my shoulder so much i cant focus on what im taking in! I could look around all the scenery instead of eyes glued to my feet to avoid eye contact. And i could lay down on the nice looking grass at the park! I could climb trees! I could collect acorns! I could do old stress relief childhood things that randomly become not allowed when you hit a certain age, cos people are judgmental jerks! I could take my plush animals out with me and photograph them in different places! I could wear whatever wild style i want! I could however much i want to order, without worrying people would judge me for it! I could take off my socks when i have a blister on my foot and treat the blister on my foot and then reapply the sock to my foot! (Oh man my dreams are very mundane aint they.. This blister is real annoyin...) I could go to the beach again! The beach is like maximum crowd and maximum embarassment i havent been there for yeaaaars. And i could go out and explore all the places i havent been! And all the places i couldnt be, like interesting looking roofs or go visit the cute birds when all the stuff down there in the human world is too overwhelming. And i could fly all the way to all the countries all you guys live in, and give you a big bunni hug! I could help you out with chores with my amazing new powers and repay you for all your kindness!

Awaaaaaaaa GHOST POWERRS

And yo i could also chill out in relaxing old houses or cool haunted forests and nobody would give me shit for it. Take a nap in a bog! Go explore a sunken pirate ship!

Woooooooooo!!!

And oh man lol my first childhood self insert oc was kinda like.. A contrived way to have these powers while not being a ghost, so nobody would realize i was suicidal? I had actual wings to fly with, and the power of 'shadow portals' to go through walls. And i was a demon because i still identified greatly with the idea of being a misunderstood monster, yeah.

The shadow portals also had an even bigger wish fullfillment tho? Like, i always found darkness comforting as something that concealed me. And whenever i was being beaten by my parents i would sorta disassociate by imagining falling through the floor into my shadow. The idea for the portals was that it was like a pocket dimension inside that you could hide in. And absoluteky nobody could ever break down the door! But also it kinda had simular appeal to walking thru walls cos when i opened the door again i could manifest out of any other shadow, not just the one i came in through. So i could make it past any obstacles and travel to new and exciting parts of the world in an instant! And funnily enough even though this was a wish fullfillment and the rules i set out for this power were so badly written that it was mary sue powerful, i never actually wanted to be the main character. I was just the goofy comic relief sidekick to my friends and i always wrote about myself still failing at everything in the fictional world.the difference was just that people found it funny like in cartoons, and they always forgave me and still wanted to be friends. Like that was one of Dan's powers, just 'everyone either wants to be my friend or ay least doesnt hate me if they dont'. Mary sue ocs are pretty much always just a manifestation of people who are abused or bullied in real life wishing for a world where people would like them. And yeah often it leads to bad writing but honestly those kids and teens are writing it for themselves rather than you, yknow? Its what they need right now.

So umm anyway that was my one of those bad ocs and im not ashamed of any of it, cos i still think ghost shadow powers are fuckin awesome and it would be rad to meet a bunch of superhero friends. And if you dont agree then youre probably lying! We call these kids's stuff "cringe" cos its just so unapologetically what everyone wants to be, and theyre not old enough to learn the shame that kept the rest of us from making stuff like that. And that sucks cos honestly when a passionately over the top wonderful thing is actually written with fully developed writing skills and all, its the best of the best! So many of my friends's passion projects are just BEYOND AMAZING and i hate seeing how they have so little confidence simply because the thing is something important and cathartic to their real life worries or wishes and tehyve just been taught that putting any emotion at ALL into fiction is somehow cringe. And man im exactly the same way, ive quit so many projects cos im totally crushed by my anxiety about them! So yeah lets all just hope for good project luck in the future and all support each other's awesome ideas okay?

ALSO GHOST SHADOW POWERS ARE AWESOME

And yo seriously i really need to revive that idea and give it to a new oc or something.

[tyrant-king-toru]

Twas the nighto before SSK, and all were trying to get some fucking sleep. If one was to walk around, they would see older members offering drinks to some of th minors, hoping they would stop crying. Like shit, nothing has happened yet, and these kiddos are freaking out.

“This is why the groupu is dying.”

“Did anyone see Miichan?”

“Damn she’s still here? Lmao.”

“Shhh she could be around you idiot.”

Little did they know, she was around, but no one could see her. She’s long since evolved past carrying, some say she’s no longer human. Sometimes people will look at her and only see nothingness, a former shell of who she once was.

Why won’t she graduate?

Why?

--

Any fucking gay.

Texting away at her phone, Jurina sighed. She didn't know what to do with herself, she showered, worked out, even ATE two strawberries. But still found herself bored. She could ask Sakura to sneak accross the hall, but it was too fucking risky, everyone and they loose pussy grandma would k now about their arrangement if you can even call it that.

Rolling over in frustration, she was about to turn her phone off, but she suddenly got a phone call. It was namae wa she hasnt seen a long time des u. “Herro? Jurina”

“Sana!”

“Oh thank the lesbian goddess, I thought you changed your number. Whats up sexy?”

Ignoring the obvious attempt at flirting, Jurina debated hanging up. Sana was a mess, and thats saying a lot. Last time they talked, Sana left her on read after a steamy sexting sexssion. She was the only one to benefit from it too. JUrina wasnt just an easy bitch.

“Givwe me a reason not to hang up on you?”

“You miss me?”

“Goodbye.”

“Wai-”

Without missing a beat, Jurina hung up. She wasnt that fucking desperate.

“You know Sana from Twice?” Her room mate and fellow SKE member bird Akane came from the bathroom. It was awkward since they’re not really on frendlt terms, apparently once Churi mentioned being with Rena, Jurina wanted to cut ties witrh her.

But she grew out of i t, she jujst has to ignore the sad dokis now. “I know all the important lesbians.”

“...Right.”

Phone buzzing again like a vibrator in a porno, JHelen shut her phone down. She wasnt finna sleep, but talking to the horny twice member wasnt gonna happen either. At least not on her terms, and still no apaplogy either.

Sana had her fucked up tbh.

--

Fucking Morning of this bullshit.

“So no head?” Jyurina mumbled into her phone, pacing up and down the hall. Upon hearing the answer she didnt desire? She broke one of her many phones. Now she was pissed AND HORNEE. Like tis was actually homophopbic and illegal. She’ll have to sue for emotional damages. That girl’s career is over.

Whats worse is that definatyl didnt have anyone else to rely on (as usual) to help her in this sticky situation. She was wetter than the amazon forest during flood season. WEhn mentioned to Churi, she threatened to call the police if she ever uttered those words again.

Fucking coward.

“Oh my gosh, it’s Helen! Snepai! Dayskii!”

Waving at one of her nameless fans, she shot a wink towards her. Somehow while looking like a recovering addict, she still managed to make a few grisl swoon. Still got it.

Those who where blessed enough to be immune to that shit, couldnt help but look away in disgust. Not cause of the gesture, but cause of how MESSY Jurina looked. Love is blind, but jhelurina’s fans were fucking walking into walls.

“Hey, can we talk?” Upon hearing Sakora\’s voice, skelator turned to face her on and off again girlfriend. “Alone p[erferably.”

“Yah, whatever.” She tried to play ity off cool, but nothing about this 45 year old was cool or calm. She looked very close to passing out, and it was something sakera thought was cute. Maybe she had a mommy kink? She didnt really know.

Managing to find privacy someonewhere, the two didnt really get much talking done, cause helrina was still soaked and needed to be tasuketted. “Y-you didnt wanna talk, you fuckin slut!” Jason Derulo moaned!

An actual cherry blossom, smirked while nibbling on Jyurinasnan’s collarbone. The fact that the skin there was so abused was such a turn on. “U kno you wanted me to smahs you into the next timeline, so shut up?”

“MAke me.”

Before Helenrinasama could get her disired cummies, a knock o nthe door interruped them. “Ur ficking kidding me, I just wnanaa nut!”

“NBut?”

“I’ll explain later, go wash your arm”