#who kicked whose ass here? :3

[agent-scotch]

What if they kissed? - Huck

Send "What if they kissed?" and I'll write a scene where our muses kiss, even if they aren't shipped together. it is it's own thing and doesn't have to lead to an official ship. a "what if scenario"

Panting echoed through the room as Sora carefully observed Huck's movements. Sweat dripped off his face, rolling down the veins of his neck, soaking his black undershirt. Sora's dark hair clung to her flushed face, beads traveling down her shoulders. Blood rushed through their veins.

Even after all these years, she still knew how to make the man sweat. And he still knew how to rile her up. They missed this. The glasses of alcohol only served as fuel to the fire.

He paced, watching each step Sora took mimicking his- like a tango. One flinch was all it took from the mechanic for Huck to throw his left fist forward. Leaning to the side, she dodged. Spinning towards him, her back met his back - fist in her palm, an elbow came around and slammed into Huck's side.

She was rewarded with a yelp from Huck, but he was quick to recover. His leg came sailing backwards as he sent her a round house. Missing the momentum to dodge, she raised her elbows over her chest and braced.

The kick landed firmly into her causing her to wince and wobble back. Seizing the opportunity as he planted his leg back down, she delivered a punch to his hip and kicked the back of his calf.

Huck was brute strength in comparison to Sora’s agile attacks. He was, after all, much larger built in comparison. But both were holding back their full abilities.

The expertly aimed punches (thanks to lessons from her brother) were enough to weaken and send him on a knee for a second. A second was all it took to wrap her arm around Huck’s neck, tightly bringing him against her sweaty chest in a choke hold.

"Stop putting......all your--,” she grunted between pants, continuing a firm squeeze around his neck,"-weight….int’……your swings!”

They thrashed as she dodged his attempts of jabbing her abdomen, Sora waited for him to pat her and declare her victory.

Huck, however, maneuvered a leg back into hers, nudging her off balance with success. A strong arm then reached back and grabbed the back of Sora’s tank top. A loud growl escaped Huck as he yanked her forward and over his shoulder. Her back made impact with the matted floor in a loud thud.

Huck quickly pinned her arms down and pressed her down onto the floor with his torso. Coming face to face - he had won.

Was it the alcohol in their blood, mixed with adrenaline? Perhaps it was the heat radiating off their sweaty bodies as he pressed her down. Or, how long it was since they were close enough to smell each other? It could be the panting, their breathe against each other’s lips.

Sora’s eyes looked up into his as they caught their breath before traveling to his lips. Without hesitation she closed the gap in-between, capturing his lips. Tugging her arm from his grasp, she weaved her fingers through his damp greying hair deepening the kiss.

@thespieswholovedme

[car-o-line]

Oh boy uhm. Really nervous to ask this

First of all, I've recently started following you and I just have to say, I love your work. Everytime I read your posts it has me giggling and kicking my goofy little feet in the air./pos /gen

I was wondering if you could write about what if Doey and his 3 consciousness would do with a blind player /w broken glasses (Their vision is shit and can only make out things if they're REALLY close to their face 💔)

It's completely fine if you don't want to do this or don't have the time, just dropping down a small request :3

AHJBHEJFGWQKJBHKFER, ahem, thank you omg ur so sweet- and also this came to me at the right time because my vision is also ass but I refuse to wear glasses so shhh🤫🤫🤫 AND DO NOT BE NERVOUS ABOUT REQUESTING I DON’T BITE, PINKY SWEAR😤

Doey with a reader whose vision is bad bad 👓🤏😐

You honestly had no idea how you’ve made it this far-

From using your grab pack to grab handles that seem just like a glowing color, to reaching for batteries that seem like a speck of dust, and even not knowing that you killed monsters(you didn’t even realize Catnap died until Poppy told you herself)

Speaking of Miss Wendy’s head, she also has no clue how you came such a long way. But she figured that if you could manage to do all of this without good vision, the things you could do with perfect vision would be unimaginable in a place like this.

Either way you survived and you did the job, that’s all that counted.

After escaping..uhm, a rainbow lion or whatever. You quickly came across a green dinosaur that somehow made piano noises, though for the 15 seconds that you first saw him, the next 15 seconds were how he died. You couldn’t tell what killed him until the something crawled out of the darkness and came straight up towards you.

“Hiya there pallll, don’t worry! I won’t eat you. Ahahah..”

You recognized who that something was, Doey. You were a pass employee after all, but he was hard to see. And hard to understand where he was at during the whole encounter. Was he spying on you when you couldn’t see? Who knows?

The mascot told you to follow him as he managed to squeeze his way through the holes in the brick walls, which made everything wayyyyy more confusing than it had to be.

Appalled, you literally just didn’t know where to go to follow him, you looked up, down, left, right, but all you could see was a blur.

Doey, eventually realized that you weren’t following him, so when be went back to where you first were, he was meant with you trying to grab the handle above(you found out how to follow him eventually) and missing each time miserably.

“Do you need help with that bud?”

(he scared you to death)

You sheepishly told him that you could not see a single thing unless it was real close to you. That’s why you’re missing so much.

He was a bit dumbfounded because if you were “Poppy’s friend,” wouldn’t she had chosen someone who would be the least at risk when it came to this sort of things. He imagined that if he grabbing a handle was a hassle for you, then everything else you’ve done must have been horribly troublesome for you.

Because Poppy wouldn’t let someone who’s basically BLIND do all her dirty work..right?

Right????

He decided to deal with that problem later, for now he wants to guide you personally to Save Haven. Somewhere where you can be safe until it’s not, or until he figures out what to do with you.

His way of transporting you was simple, just for you to piggy-back ride him til the area was reached(Jack just wanted a way to kind of actually touch someone without doing it randomly🎀)

Once at Safe Haven he had the Medic check up on you in case you got injured in anyway while he had a “chat” with Poppy.

“You let someone who can barely see go out and do all of the things someone in top-notch shape should be doing?”

“Listen Doey, who else is going to be down here and help us. Who else is capable to do the things they’re doing!?”

“Not them.”

“Doey-”

“I know you want this to happen as fast as possible Poppy. But using Y/n isn’t the right option, it’s a miracle they’ve survived for this long. And if they would’ve died, it would’ve caused the Prototypes attention much more then if Y/n hadn’t came here to begin with.”

“You don’t get it, Y/n has potential- you’ve seen what they’ve done!”

“And it’s great, but they’ve done enough. They will stay here until the Prototype is dead, end of discussion Poppy.”

And he means to keep his word until he physically cannot do so anymore.

Matthew is definitely the most concerned about your predicament. When he’s in control he’ll kind of be like a butler or a guidance for you. He makes sure that the other toys in Safe Haven know about your vision so that if they play or you’re helping them do whatever, that they know to either play gentle or not ask too much from you when you’re around.

Kevin did not give two craps at first I’m so so sorry😭 He’s so inconsiderate ain’t he beginning like, they don’t have glasses? Are they poor? When he’s first met you he purposefully hid your items from you just so you get annoyed. But when you got closer with his personality, he yells at anyone who bothers you or hides things from you. A hypocrite at his finest.

Jack used your vision as an opportunity to bond with you. Even if he wasn’t purposely doing it he sometimes uses your lack of sight to his advantage for entertainment. If you need something but can’t see it(it’s literally on your sleeping bag and you’re IN the tent) he makes a game out of it like if he finds it first you have to give him a hug or a high-five. He also wonders about it most too, so you literally just cannot see? Interesting…he said he’d cry if that happened to him. Okay Jack. Okay.

#ThisIsWhyYouDoNotBreakYourGlassesOrYouWillEndUpLikeY/n

[kurokawaia]

Sakura with a really confident and bubbly girlfriend whose the total opposite of him. He gets all blushy whenever she wears something slightly revealing or tight fitting or when she showers him in affection and kisses in public making his face go all red and his mind mushy💕💕🤭idk i just love my men adorable

BLUSHIN' 彡 Sakura Haruka

WC 600+ | Oh my goodness, this, this right here because that is so me!! some headcanons to these thoughts under the cut :3 slightly suggestive?? reader is confident, bubbly and all that, she's also a slight tease!! haru is just being haru, blushin, being a cute flustered bby

m.list | wind breaker m.list

• You’re his sunshine, a bright and bubbly girlfriend which is the complete opposite to him. You're always pulling him out of his comfort zone. While Sakura prefers to stay in the background, you light up every room you enter, dragging him (sometimes unwillingly) into the spotlight.

• Your confidence is enough to send his mind spinning. Whether you’re tying your hair up or throwing on a crop top and shorts, Sakura can’t help but get flustered. He’s often caught staring, he can't deny that you're pretty, really pretty, and the way those tight clothes cling to your body so effortlessly sends his mind into spirals.

• When you notice his staring he looks away at the speed of light, cheeks flaring red. You don't mind him looking, you belong to him entirely !! (you do know that he does get flustered really easily though! so you cut him some slack sometimes, key word is sometimes)

• You love showing affection no matter the setting—holding his hand, wrapping your arms around him, or kissing his cheek in public. He stumbles over his words, feeling the heat creep all the way to his ears, his chest tightening, and the words always fumble out of his mouth because he doesn't know what to do, but he secretly loves the attention.

• Don't even get me started when you come out your room in a sleek, form-fitting dress, your breasts so prominently showing due to the cut of the dress, asking Sakura for his opinion. His voice cracks as he stammers something incoherent, his mind racing as he tries not to focus on how breathtaking you look (trying not to have a blood nose from staring at your tits). When you smile knowingly and say, "I’ll take that as a yes," he buries his face in his hands.

• You’ll occasionally dare him to kiss you first when you're out together. Haruka, face beet red, will try to work up the courage, only to shyly pull you into a quick, fumbling peck. Your teasing laugh afterward doesn’t help his embarrassment.

• Haruka isn’t used to close contact, but you love sprawling across him like a cat. One night, you rest your head on his chest while trailing your fingers along his arm, whispering something suggestive about how his warmth is irresistible. Sakura stiffens, unsure where to put his hands, and you giggle at how he’s frozen like a statue.

• Haruka tries to compliment you but always trips over his words. "Y-you look nice," he mumbles while avoiding eye contact. When you grin and kiss his cheek in thanks, he’s sure he’s about to combust.

• Even though you’re confident and outgoing, Haruka feels a need to watch over you. Whether it’s walking on the side closest to the road or holding your bag when you’re busy. And hey, he's a fighter, he'll kick anybody and everybody's ass who tries to flirt or look at you the wrong way

• You once left him a flirty voicemail while he was in class. Listening to your playful voice say, “Miss me yet, haru baby?” had him swerving and shutting off his phone within seconds because he knows that Suo is going to tease the living daylights out of him

Do not copy, steal, modify, etc. Relogs and like are appreciated.

[bamsywrites]

And Comes Dawn pt 10

Pairings: Sauron/Halbrand x Reader, Isldur x reader.

Word count: 3k

Summary: The tension breaks.

Tags: fluff, pining, isldur being cute, reader says fuck, reader gets fucked, uhh smut, fingering, cream pie (please pull out for the love of god), sauron is a gentle Dom, dirty talk, minor like really super minor choking, confessions of love, a lot happens okay

Notes: IM NOT GOOD AT SMUT AND DONT READ MY OWN IF I CAN HELP IT, so it's not that proof read.

It had been 3 days since you saw Halbrand, now with Galadriel in prison for sedition as well. The eyes of the Numenorians were never more distrusting of you. Had it not been for your new friendship with Isildur, you would have truly despaired. Unbeknownst to you, Elendil had been defending you and your freedom to the queen. You were beyond grateful for what their family had offered you, from clothing to companionship to protection. They had treated you with a kindness you had rarely seen and it was with no ill will or hidden intentions.

“I wish to take a year off, as my father did, but his expectations of me will not allow it,” Isildur spoke to you as you walked through the city as you had done every evening.

“It seems he only wants what is best for you, though. He cares for you, and it is obvious.” Your eyes were not looking at him as you spoke. Instead, they were focused on a group of people who were dancing. You’d never seen anything like it.

“Yes, I know. I suppose I just wish he would listen,” his gaze followed yours, and he smiled, “We could join them, you know. If you’d like.”

You shook your head, “I have never danced before.”

“I can teach you. It's not that hard. My sister made me learn with her years ago.”

“I’m afraid I’d step on your feet.”

“How many times have you run into me, too distracted by some statue or art to pay attention? I assure you, my feet will be fine.” He teasingly bumped your shoulder with his.

You looked at him apprehensively. “I suppose…”

“Come then,” he grins as he pulls you to the group. One hand on your shoulder and the other on your back. He guides you to the music, and as suspected, you did step on his feet.

“Here, watch what my feet do and match yours to my movements.”

You watched his feet, but it almost made it worse. You couldn’t help but laugh and rest your head against his shoulder. “I am no good at this.”

“No, you’re right. You are quite shit at this,” He laughs with you. It's a deep and comforting laugh. It fills you with light.

“Isildur,” You look up at him, “I am a lady. How dare you speak in such a way in front of me.” You try to keep your face serious, but your smile is pulling at the corners of your lips.

“You are a foreigner whose companions have committed sedition and violence. Yet the word shit is too much for you. What about damn? Ass? Thank the valar I didn’t say fuck.” He teased you back.

“Isildur,” you scolded him, but it was not serious, your eyes twinkling with a smile.

“Have you never spoken in such a way?” He askes with a shake of his head, “Of course you haven’t,” he answered for you, “If you say fuck right here and now, I will buy you a new dress, and the hair accessories you seem to admire so.”

You gave him a look with narrowed eyes, “You jest.”

“I am completely serious. If you say fuck, first thing tomorrow morning I will take you to a shop.”

You looked at him, brows furrowed before muttering something inaudible.

“Louder, I have to be able to hear it.”

“Fuck,” you muttered softly.

“C’mon,” Isildur egged you on with a smirk, “A little louder.”

As soon as you spoke the word, an older woman approached the two of you. “How dare you! This is a respectable establishment for respectable people. Leave. Now.”

“Yes, ma’am.” Isildur was trying his hardest not to laugh. You could tell it. He led you through the crowd, and once you stood outside, he started to laugh.

Your cheeks were as red as a tomato, lips parted in surprise, “I got us kicked out.”

“You got us kicked out,” he said in between laughs. It didn’t take long until you were laughing alongside him.

He grabs your shoulders, “Please, I beg you, do not tell my father,” his hands move to your face, squeezing it gently. “He would hang me from his ship's mast if he knew.”

“Perhaps you deserve it.”

He scoffed, taking his hands away from your face. “You wound me.”

“You forced me to say fuck,” you said in a whisper.

“I didn’t force you to say it that time.”

You glared at him, “Shut up.”

“I think you would likely miss the sound of my voice.”

You were about to speak again when an all too familiar deep voice stopped you. Isildurs' expression changed, too. You figured that Halbrand hadn’t seen you. He was talking with the forge master and showing the new crest he bore. You were confused about the matter.

How did he get released from prison and then earn a guild crest?

“I need this job, please, just one sword and I will convince you.” You heard his voice for the first time in days.

“To start anew, I remember.”

“Yes, and to prove to a woman, I am serious in my intentions.”

The forgemaster smirked, “A woman?”

“A woman.”

You stood watching the interaction, almost forgetting that Isildur was there. You had told him of what had happened in the cells between him and Galadriel and then your reaction to it. He knew this had to be hard for you.

“You know,” he spoke softly, “I know you think he is in love with the elf. Or that he is torn between the two of you. But, if he was trying to win the elves' affections, he would be asking for armor to go to war and not for a job.”

“You did not see the way he looked at her, the way he talked to her.”

“But I have heard how he talks to you, how he looks at you. He looks at you as if you were one of the valar. It is rather obvious to anyone who sees.”

You wet your lips, “I do not wish to give my heart to someone who will only break it.”

“If he breaks your heart, I will destroy him,” he teases softly. “But, honestly, if he is what you want, all you have to do is take him. It is in your hands.”

You stood in silence for a moment or two. “I would like to go to my room, to think over what you have said. I did enjoy today.”

“I know, I did, too.” He smiles and squeezes your shoulder before you walk off.

Valandil grasped Isildurs shoulder, both watching you walk away. “You're a stronger man than I. I couldn't do it.”

“She is simply a friend.”

“I am almost certain that you have the names of all your children picked out. You dream of her in a wedding dress."

Isildur rolled his eyes, pushing his friend away, “Shut up. It is an honor to be her friend.” But the sadness as he watched you turn the corner told another story.

“Come, let us get drinks. I'll buy yours.”

~

“When did you get back?”

The door had not opened all the way before you spoke. You had spent the evening and some of the night thinking over the words that Isiludr said. What did you want? It wasn’t hard to come to the answer, but it was figuring out what Halbrand wanted that vexed you. Would you end up hurt and heartbroken?

You did not want that.

But you would never know if you didn’t try. If you sat and did nothing, he would surely move on. Isildur was correct, as well, that if it was Galadriel's affections that he sought, then he would have been asking for armor. A job sounded like he wanted to stay, to make a permanent place for himself here. For himself, and,perhaps, you. It was with that thought that you found yourself outside his door.

You regretted not waiting until the morning when you saw him, loose shirt and hair dripping from a bath. Your breath caught in your throat at the sight of him.

“Early this morning, before sunrise.” He spoke, his eyes taking you in. You saw it now, what Isildur had mentioned. He did look at you as if you were one of the valar. As if you hung the stars themselves and taught the sun how to shine.

You stood there, in silence, looking at him and not knowing what to say or do. The revelation made your breath catch in your chest. Also, you had missed him, and you had felt heartbroken. Now, looking at how he looked at you, you thought perhaps he had been heartbroken by you too.

“Sweet one, I am sorry for what happened before. I ..-”

You shook your head, holding up a hand. It took a moment for the words to come, and when they did, they were but a whisper.

“Do you love me?”

He looked at you in shock. You felt like your heart stopped beating in your chest as you waited for an answer. He simply stood there. You could see in his eyes that he was thinking a million things at once. When he didn’t speak, you asked again.

“Halbrand, do you love me?”

He wet his lips and nodded. “I do,” his voice sounded broken, almost defeated. Like loving you was losing some game. His eyes lifted from where they stared at the floor and looked at you.

Any sense of self control, of decency, it all crumbled with those simple words. It was as if a magnet drew you to him. Suddenly, his face was in your hands and your lips on his. He did not attempt to hesitate. A groan that soon turned into a growl rumbled in his chest as he kissed you back. He tasted wine and smoke. It was intoxicating. Your fingers found their way into his hair as he held your face in his hands.

He broke the kiss, holding your chin in his grasp as he kept your face away from him. “Sweet one,” his voice was deep and rough. You could feel his breath on your skin.“Tell me this is what you want.”

“I want this,” you didn’t hesitate a moment, “I want you.”

“Fuck,” Halbrand groaned, pulling you into his room and shutting the door. His lips were on yours in an instant, pushing you against the door. One of his knees found its way in between your legs as his tongue tasted the inside of your mouth. Your mind was quickly becoming fuzzy, a warmness spreading through your body, an aching between your legs. His hands were frantically moving along your body, as if he wanted to feel all of you at once. His hands were calloused and rough but you enjoyed it. Just as you enjoyed the rough scratches of his beard on your face.

This time, it was you who pulled away for breath. The air between you was hot and thick. He rested his forehead against yours with one of his hands gently holding your neck. “Tell me to stop, sweet one, and I will,” his thumb caressed your skin lightly.

You looked up at him, “I am yours.”

“Do not say words when you do not know the weight of them, sweet one.”

“I am yours,” you repeated, in a moment of uncharacteristic boldness, you guided his hands under your dress and to the sticky, wet heat between your thighs. You couldn't help but smile at the way his breath hitched in his throat and the way his eyes flutter.

His fingers moved, rubbing soft small circles against your clit and watched your face intently. “Has anyone touched you like this?”

You shook your head, and the hand still on your throat squeezed gently, “Use your words, sweet one.”

“No, only you.” You gasped, his finger slid inside you.

“Fuck, do you hear that?” His finger moved faster, the wet sound of your arousal filling the room. “My sweet one,” he cooed, “fucking soaked at the thought of my cock, huh?”

You whimpered, bucking your hips against his finger. He added another one, his eyes never leaving your face, and you cried out his name. Your lips parted slightly and he took it as an invitation to kiss you once more. It was wet and rough and sloppy. He was getting just as lost in the moment, you could tell by the almost primal grunts and groans that left his lips.

His fingers never stopped, even when his lips found your neck. His lips sucked, teeth, teeth nipped, and tongue soothed all well. You gasped and whimpered at his touch. There would be hickeys there in the morning, but that was the furthest thing from your mind. His hand on your neck moved to the valley between your chest before cupping your breast, his thumb brushing your clothed nipple.

That was enough, your cunt clenched around his fingers and your body arched into him. It was a pleasure you had never experienced before, your mind went blank.

“That's it, that's my girl,” Halbrand mumbled softly, his fingers never ceasing. “C'mon sweet girl. Fuck, look at you. Look at that pretty fucking face.”

You breathed heavily. You could feel how you had coated his hands. Your senses came back to you. Your head fell back against the door, “that was incredible.”

He chuckled, his thumb coaxing you to look at him. “Pretty girl, look at me.” You did as he told you, his hands cupping your face. Your own essence smearing against your cheeks.

“That's my girl,” he squeezed your cheeks in his hand. “My pretty fucking girl. I need you to look at me, okay, and I need you to be honest. There is nothing more I want right now than your cunt squeezing around my cock but I need to know you want that too.”

You breathed heavily, that feeling in between your thighs returning, though you weren't sure it had ever left. “Yes, Halbrand, please.”

That's all it took for him to hoist you against the wall, bunching the material of your dress at your hips. He was too desperate to wait to take your clothes off. He made quick work of lowering his pants just enough to free his cock.

“Sweet one, look at me, in my eyes. If this hurts, tell me, and I'll stop.” You nodded and pressed a kiss to the corner of your mouth. One hand held your hips in place while the other gripped your face, ensuring you looked at him and only him.

The moment his cock stretched you, your mouth parted in a gasp. It didn't hurt much at all, perhaps due to the slick arousal that was there already.

“Fuck,” his breath hitched, “Fuck. Does my cock feel good, sweet one?” You nodded, “No, no, no. Use your words. Let me hear it.”

“Your cock feels good,” you breathed out.

“Such foul words from such a pretty mouth.” His thumb traced your bottom lip. “I'm going to move now.”

You nodded before catching yourself, “please.”

The first stroke made your eyes roll back. He felt incredible. You could hear the slick sound of him fucking you and it only aided in your arousal.

“You're taking my cock so well, sweet one.” He kept moving, pressing a kiss to your shoulder, soon your hips were moving to match his thrusts and your fingernails dug into the skin of his shoulders.

Something about that flipped a switch in him. His thrusts were harder and faster, and his fingers gripped you tighter. But you did not mind at all.

“You're mine,” he whispered. “This my fucking cunt, isn't it?” When you nodded his eyes all but rolled into the back of his head. You were his and his alone. You were gone, your thoughts only consisted of him. How he was making you feel. There was nothing else in this world other than his cock.

“My cunt is yours,” you repeated, your eyes started to close but he grabbed your face.

“Eyes on me, sweet one. Focus on the feeling. I want to see how good I make my pretty girl feel. Look at those pretty eyes. Those. Gorgeous. Fucking. Eyes.” He gasped, his grip on your face tight. Every word he spoke, he thruster harder into you. You whimpered and arched into him, your fingers now tugging at his hair desperately.

“You feel that cock, huh? It's yours, only yours. This is your cock, sweet one. I am yours. No one else will have me like this."

Your breathing quickened, his name falling from your lips over and over. Desperate and begging.

“Tell me you love me,” he whispered, “tell me you love me and I will come undone.”

Through whines and whimpers, you spoke. “I love you.” it was you who came first, crying out his name as white stars exploded in your vision, but he soon followed. He buried his face in your neck, and you felt the hot breath and vibrations of his moans as he filled you.

He stayed there for a moment, breathing heavily. You finally gained your senses and couldn't help but start to giggle. That was incredible. You'd never felt anything like it.

“Are you laughing at me?” Halbrand teased, his face still in your neck.

“No, no. I just….that was incredible.”

It was his turn to laugh. “I take it you're going to want to do it again.”

“Well, yes, but preferably on a bed next time.”

He chuckled and lifted his head, “I love you,” he gently squeezed your cheeks in his hands. “I love you. I need you to know that,” he rested his forehead against yours.

“I know, Halbrand. I saw you today, at the forge. I know.” You wrapped your fingers around his wrists and gently squeezed.

“The elf means nothing, not compared to what I feel for you. I consider her a friend, nothing more. You must believe this. You are….everything.”

You nodded. “I love you, too.”

He pressed a kiss to your shoulder and neck. “Let's get you a bath. Once I take you to bed, I'm not going to let you leave."

[midnightshindig]

I think a fun prompt would be rex hcs/drabbles of what it's like having karaoke with him and the reader over some pizza and beer because of course they'd be having those around in the Guardian's headquarters to celebrate a successful mission HAHAHA. May/may not include the other guardians as well 🫶🫶

Rex Splode X Gn!Reader

Yeah I gotchu <3

fic under the cut:

It had been a long, difficult mission

youd all barely escaped with your lives

You know what that means-

PARTAYYYYYY

Okay but Rex has the habit of roping the Guardians (including you) into post-mission Karaoke and drinks

He orders pizza, or rather he bullies Mark into flying you pizza, and there’s beer in the fridge. Perpetually.

He had to threaten Cecil he’d quit to get that.

and so here you and the guardians are, watching Rex perform “Girls” by The Dare

He’s a terrible singer

but he knows all the words!

more than anyone can say for Rudy, who’s up next

Bros AWKWARD

Amanda does her best after him, some girl band song, Spice girls or something she sounds just tween enough to pull off

everyones having a pretty great time, duets around the group and a group rendition of YMCA

It’s a jolly ass time, you even rope Bulletproof in on it

Rex has proven his taste in music to be the equivalent of a mating call

”Take me Down”, “Dumb Dick”, that sort of thing

Until the fourth round of Karaoke where he’s like eight drinks in, and everyone’s just slurring through their songs

This is when he busts out— and dedicates you to— “I’ve been waiting for you” by ABBA

”Th8a THIS is for my PARTNER y/nnnmmmmmmMMOKAY LETS GO! A five six 7 nine!”

and he starts singing “I’ve been waiting for you” by ABBA

which would be romantic if he wasn’t butchering it

He ends the song dropping to his knees, fully raptured by the song

oh my god Rex get off the floor

everyone's staring at him, considerably less drunk

“I’m gonna get him some pizza…” you excuse yourself as he chokes through the second verse

When you come back and get some pizza in his system, he’s just finished his song

a minute later, he’s chewing down his third slice of pepperoni pizza, and very softly goes

”You left my song….”

oh he’s so sad

”I was singing it js for youuuu” he whines, tilting his head back and leaning against your shoulder

He wraps his arms around you waist and buries his face into your chest and collar

Rex looks up at you, like borderline pathetic

“Shhhhh, cmere-“ you pet his hair, which had been hair whipped out of its man bun an hour earlier

Soon the alcohol takes you too, the both of you fall asleep on the couch

It’s actually insane

Cecil Teleports into the living room the following morning to find:

you and Rex cuddling on one end of the couch, Amanda next to you sleeping with her head on Rudy, who was curled up with his back against her and his legs just barely not kicking Bulletproof

On the smaller couch adjacent, The Immortal and Black Samson sat, leaning onto opposite arm rests, with the Immortal sleeping with his arms crossed

Shapesmith is on the floor with Rae, both using the couch as a backrest

Mark walks in with a cup of coffee and smiles at Cecil “They made me bring them pizza. Black Samson sung Black Pink, you missed it it was great.”

Mark, whose mommy told him he wasn’t allowed to drink, was the only one without a hangover, and he took a long slow sip of his coffee before spitting it into the mug

”Ew is that what coffee tastes like??”

Cecil groans, pinching his temple “I guess training can wait for these dumbasses to get some rest. Wake them up soon. And with that he’s gone.

[qwimblenorrisstan]

A Smoke For 3 | Price x Reader x Gaz

Summary: You, a new and bold recruit, decide to inform Price that smoking is bad for him, and he and Gaz proceed to figure out that smoking is also very bad for you after they tag-team you.

Word Count: ~ 1.5k

Warnings: sort of noncon, smut, p in v, fingering, shotgunning smoke, asthma attack, gaz being a little cutiepie, punching weird men

Minors, do not interact!

A/N: yall idk what got into me, full credit to @syoddeye and @twistytimesandthoughts for the idea, find the inspo post+comment here and go give them some love!! hope you enjoy <3

Requests are open!

For a new recruit, you’d always been a little mouthy.

Nothing terrible, really, but as one of the only women in your group other than a few, you and the other girls were always silently communicating, if not just flat-out gossiping to each other at the lunch table.

Price had been watching over the newest recruits during lunch in the mess hall once, and it was hard not to notice the group of three girls, all having already finished their lunch, in avid conversation. Talking, laughing, giving each other looks. It was all he could do not to try and listen in.

Gaz, however, had accidentally heard a few glimpses while walking past your table. It was entertaining, to say the least.

“He has the attitude of a man whose dick is the size of a baby carrot,”

You’d casually said one day amongst your group of girls, and they’d all given nods, one just taking a bite of her food as if that wasn’t abnormal at all, meanwhile, Kyle was choking on his spit.

Despite being one of the only girls, you had plenty of spunk, as well. You weren’t a bunk bunny, and you certainly didn’t react well to any sort of flirting or forwardness from any men to you. When the men tried showing you up in training? Price saw firsthand how you put in extra effort just to embarrass them.

It was amusing, he’d admit.

But what he didn’t find amusing was how that same spunk came to bite him in the ass.

You’d always had a sort of evil eye for him, it seemed, especially when he was puffing his cigar. He didn’t fail to notice the way you held your breath when passing by him or didn’t stay close to him or Kyle (Kyle smelled like smoke because of Price’s constant smoking around 141).

Hell, even at training you often didn’t ask him for help demonstrating something, opting to observe what everyone else was doing, or ask one of your male friends for help.

It all came to a culmination when he’d already been having a shitty day, considering his favorite packets of morning tea had been out, and he’d chosen one of his more expensive cigars to cope. He’d walked into the mess, seen you and your girls giving nasty looks to some idiotic soldier trying to get into your pants, and you’d socked the man straight in the jaw.

Well, they must’ve been teaching you something right, because he was out cold.

And now Price had to deal with it, and he sure as hell wasn’t handling your temper without Gaz to act peace-maker.

So here you were, standing in his office, arms crossed as you stared point-blank at him.

“You canno’ just punch people when they say something you don’t like.”

“He was bein’ disrespectful.”

A heavy puff of his cigar, and you cringed. Kyle sighed through his nose, just enough for Price to notice, and he raised a brow.

“Wha’? Don’ like the smell ‘o smoke?”

“Smoking’s bad for you, you know.”

You said, clearly trying not to breathe in the smoke Price was now obviously puffing right into your face. As if you were better than him. You might be a pretty little bird, but you weren’t getting away with that.

He didn’t know who moved first, but after he and Kyle exchanged a glance, his hands were on your hips and you were bent over his desk. Your lip curled in distaste, as you struggled and kicked, hands scratching at Price.

“Get the fuck offa me, bastard-“

You hissed as Price forcefully held you down. In truth, you probably could’ve used any of the maneuvers they’d taught you before to throw him off, but did you want that? Were you really going to complain about attention from both the hot captain and sergeant?

“Easy..,”

Kyle cooed, bringing your hands out in front of you, over your head to hold them down while his other hand gently stroked your hair, a stark contrast to Price’s actions as he not-so-gently tugged your pants off and panties to the side.

“Fuckin’ brat, mouthin’ off. Need a lesson.”

He said, taking only one glove off before slipping a thick finger between your folds, rubbing at your clit in a way that had you mewling and squirming while Kyle tried to soothe you. Right when you were almost on the edge, he stopped, much to your protests.

“Though’ I was gonna le’ you? No, not after tha’.”

He said, slipping a finger in, not exactly gently, but still measured enough that you knew he wasn’t trying to hurt you. Even when pissed out of his mind, it wasn’t in his nature to hurt a lady.

You kept squirming, hips trying to buck against his fingers as he added another, but Gaz wrapped an arm around your waist, not letting you move an inch.

“Just a little longer, pretty. Be patient.”

He murmured, and you shot him as much of a glare as you could muster, and he only returned a pearly-white handsome smile you couldn’t even frown at. Though you couldn’t frown at much if anything when Price’s fingers were rubbing up and down, then he began curling them, hitting that sweet, gooey spot.

“Fuck…that’s good—“

You groaned, eyes screwing shut as your climax built again, only for it to be just one more little stroke away when he pulled his fingers out, making you huff in frustration. The scent of smoke remained, and you tried not to breathe it in. Price could tell.

That wouldn’t do.

He unbuckled his belt, undoing his fly as he took another deep inhale of smoke, slowly pulling his hard dick from his boxers, slowly giving it a few strokes. You didn’t fail to notice the way Gaz watched it so closely. The tip was a flushed red, a bead of precum at it. He was an absolute monster.

“Garrick,”

He began, lining his cock with your entrance, hands rubbing little circles on your hips from where he held them down to make you relax before he began pushing in.

“Sir?” Kyle asked.

Price took another deep inhale of smoke, using deep, punishing thrusts that he knew would have the both of you finishing in time. Especially with how your walls milked him already.

Eyes half-lidded from pleasure, Price gently grabbed Kyle’s shirt, pulling him forward until their lips met, and Gaz, getting the memo, opened up just enough for his captain to shotgun the smoke straight to him. It gave you a tiny moment of wiggle room while Kyle was distracted, and you used it to slam back on Price and squeeze as hard as you could.

This tactic seemed to work well, considering his cursing, the stuttering of his hips, and the frantic movement of his calloused thumb pad against your clit, bringing you to pleasure faster than you’d like to admit.

Just as you hit your climax, and Price began filling you up amidst slutty groans and pants, he jerked his head from Gaz to you, and Price hooked a thumb in your mouth, pulling it open just enough for Kyle to shotgun the smoke forcefully into it, despite your protests.

“Good girl, keep it in..”

He cooed, and Price’s hand fisted in your hair as he slipped out, redoing his trousers.

You began coughing a moment later, and Price raised a brow, thinking you were just being dramatic at first. When Kyle’s expression became worried, though, he realized that a normal cough didn’t last quite that long.

He put your panties back in order and slid your pants up for you while sitting you down on a chair in his office as you wheezed and coughed, seemingly completely out of breath.

“Shit, what’s wrong with her?”

“Is she allergic or something?”

Their eyes met for a moment, and they both suddenly realized what was happening. You had asthma.

It should’ve been obvious, from the small bulge always in your pocket or jacket that was your inhaler, to how you avoided cigarette smoke like the plague. They didn’t know how you got into the military, but you did, somehow. Maybe you just lied about it.

But you always carried your inhaler on you.

Gaz began searching your jacket pockets, and Price began searching your pant pockets, Kyle finding it first and making you open your mouth, placing the device in.

“Just breathe in, yeah? That’s it, good girl..”

He cooed, letting puffs of the inhaler enter your mouth. As a result, your body became a bit shaky, but you could still breathe at the end of the day.

“Assholes.”

You rasped, and Price sighed.

“‘M sorry, luv. Didn’t mean to get carried away. Let’s get you to medical.”

And so Price and Gaz, much to your protests, carried you to medical, which was quite funny to Ghost and Soap who were training and got to see the equivalent of two grown men trying to carry an angry wet cat that lost its voice.

When you finally got there, they put you on oxygen, and Price and Gaz didn’t fail to stay there until you felt like you could breathe again.

“We’ll make it up to you, we promise.”

Gaz assured you with a soft smile as he let you hold his hand, while Price was now thinking about quitting smoking.

[sv3t1ana]

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SYNOPSIS ᯓ A Bonnie and Clyde-esque, high-stakes, multi-chapter smut romance that follows a deadly criminal duo whose intense, chaotic love becomes as dangerous as the heists they pull off. Trust forged in blood, bonds built on risk.

PAIRING ᯓ Criminal! Sukuna x Criminal! Fem. Reader

WARNINGS ᯓ usage of weapons, lowkey soft Sukuna <3, themes of depression, Sukuna kills someone

WORD COUNT ᯓ 2.4k

Chapter 4.

You woke up half-asleep, the remnants of a nightmare still pressing down on your chest, suffocating you in its weight. The memory of shadows and whispers clinging to you like an unshakable stain. But it didn’t matter, not when Sukuna’s calloused, unforgiving hand wrapped around your wrist, pulling you from the depths of sleep.

The ground beneath your bare feet was uneven, and your body dragged along, each step more laborious than the last. The air was thick in humidity, feeling a sense of impending doom hardening every second. The world around you was barren, lifeless. This place felt abandoned, the tall grass whispering against your ankles sticking out of your too-short pants. He just pulled you through, grip never loosening but steps confident and unhurried.

You stumbled over rocks and roots, struggling to match his pace and body unwilling to cooperate. He didn’t care. The quiet menace in his gaze you couldn’t see urging you forward.

Rusting targets were scattered like forgotten remnants of a war long over, their bright red centers staring back at you. The air smelled faintly of rust, the unrelenting heat of an early morning surrounding you. Above, the skies were dark with storm clouds, the kind of clouds that threatened more than rain.

Without a word, Sukuna reached down, movements smooth and practiced, and began to prepare a rifle. The sound of metal sliding against metal filled the silence, a sound that’s foreign in this godforsaken place. He handed it to you without hesitation, the weight of the gun a stark reminder of the task ahead. The cold metal settled against your palms, the smooth surface slick. It felt heavy, too heavy. You wondered how many people blinked at the end of the barrel and didn’t live to see the next day.

You took it, steadying the barrel with one hand, the other adjusting the weight. It felt alive in your grip, as if it were pulsing with power, like it was more than just an instrument of death.

The tip of your finger wrapped around the trigger, pressing it lightly. And with a calculated breath, you locked your gaze on the further target, feeling Sukuna’s eyes on you like a smoldering ember at your back. Steadying your hands, your breath, the rifle kicked back in your arms as you squeezed the trigger- click. A shot.

It flew with a piercing hiss, true trajectory missing the mark mere inches away from the large red dot at its center.

“Bet that was a mistake,” he scoffed, voice thick with derision.

You glared in response, teeth gritting and shooting back a biting remark. “Maybe if you didn’t drag me out here at the ass crack of dawn, I wouldn’t be half asleep.”

The words hung, and you could see the subtle change in the way his eyes narrowed. It wasn’t like any other time, where the women around him cowered, begged, feared. No one stood up to him the way you did, not someone who knew their fate.

He motioned for you to shoot again.

You did, the rifle an extension of you as your movements got smoother. Each shot rang out, the sharp clink of the bullet hitting the target and resounding through the air like the sound of destiny being sealed. One by one, you hit each target, the steady rhythm of your shots a quiet defiance against the world that had pushed you into this life.

Clink, clink, clink.

Sukuna’s eyes didn’t leave your back, watching with a strange, cold intensity.

You weren’t just doing this for him. You were doing it for the life you both hated and loved. The weight of the gun pressing in your palms nothing compared to the weight on your chest. The reality of it all, how easy it would be to end someone’s life with the pull of a trigger. A bullet that could pass through your ribs as easily as it would through theirs. It was that simple.

You tried not to think too much about it, about the fact that your own survival depended on the same thing. But it was impossible not to feel the truth of it settle deep. This was no longer some detached, distant thing. The line between who you were and what you had to become was getting harder to see.

Sukuna’s voice breaking your thoughts. “Better. Don’t get cocky on me, though. You still have a lot to prove.”

You didn’t answer. You were here because you had no choice, because survival didn’t care about who you were before, only who you were now.

And apparently you were someone who could pull the trigger of an AR-15 and not feel anything.

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You woke up the next day, fresh off a measly four hours of sleep, trudging through the hideout filled with furniture but lacking life. The residue in the air thick with violence, broken promises, and an eternal stiffness that grabbed each of your limbs. Your body was aching, hollow from hunger, hair matted, not brushed in days. The same oversized clothes clung to your body, torn and disheveled adorned with holes you could never patch. Your face a canvas of neglect, an expressionless mask painted with dark bags beneath your eyes, the kind that spoke of sleepless nights and haunted thoughts. You looked like someone in mourning, someone who had lost everything and had no idea how to carry on. But the truth was worse: you hadn’t lost anything, this was only the beginning of the spiral.

Sukuna noticed. Of course he did.

You entered the kitchen, grabbing a glass from the cluttered counter and holding it beneath the faucet as water trickled out. It was cold, well water that tasted like dirt and metal. You didn’t care, only craving nothing more than to escape the weight of your thoughts and dull the ache.

He sat at the table, chewing slowly, eyes flicking up as you stood there, expression blank and sipping the glass like you were a ghost moving through a house that no longer remembered you. He didn’t speak at first, but you could feel the judgment in the weight of his stare, like a pressure heavy to ignore.

“You look like shit,” he finally muttered, voice low but sharp. It wasn’t the usual mockery that danced his lips. No, his brows were furrowed in something deeper, something rare for him, concern. It was the look of a mad father, a man who had seen too much and knew too well the dangerous fragility of the one he was watching.

He watched, not with disdain, but with a strange unsettling mixture of frustration. You were a walking contradiction, a fragile, broken thing, yet capable of destruction in a way that softened him. You were dangerous in a way that caught him off guard. You weren’t only a weak, helpless pawn, but someone who could hold the world in your hands and jump with it, nothing but focus and raw capability.

And yet, you had the audacity to look like this.

He didn’t say anything, but you knew he saw through the veneer defiance you wore like a second skin. The way you locked eyes with him, not a flinch in your gaze when you met his with exhaustion, lids heavy in malaise, your body as much of a casualty as your mind.

You didn’t flinch when his words stung.

But in a swift movement he was up, crossing the room to you. Without a word he gripped your shoulders, forcing you back toward the room you’d been sleeping in, his hands never relinquishing their grip, his fingers like iron on your skin.

“Fucking idiot,” he mumbled, almost to himself. Tone cold like he was disappointed, frustrated in a way that left you confused. “Take care of yourself. Can’t have you falling apart before a job.”

With that, he shoved you into the connected bathroom, not waiting for a response. The door slammed behind you with finality, leaving you alone with nothing but the weight of his foreign sense of care, though unspoken, it was unmistakable.

You stilled for a moment, heart beating in the hollow silence that followed, mind racing through thoughts. You looked down at the pile of clothes he’d thrown on the bathroom floor. Fresh linen, the scent of clean fabric so alien to your senses it felt like a betrayal.

Your hands hovered over them, cold from the touch of water still on your skin. Why should you give a damn about clothes, about survival, when it felt like there was nothing to survive for?

But something lingered, a subtle shift. You didn’t remember the last time anyone cared about your life more than you did.

This was the truth you didn’t want to accept.

Sukuna wanted you to survive. Truthfully, he had no reason to care. But the way he shoved you into that room, something in his irises telling you he wasn’t finished with you yet.

No matter how much you loathed it. No matter how much you resisted the idea of being more than what you had to become. You had to survive. And that meant looking at the girl in the mirror, the one that had been slowly dying, and making the choice to live.

With a deep breath you sorted through the clothes before stepping into the shower, the water cascading down your bare body a brief reprieve from the storm inside your head.

He wanted you to be something more because he saw it in you. And you hated him for it. But you also hated yourself for needing to be.

You wrapped up the shower, skin left prickled by the cool air. Your hair hung wet, dripping, soaking the back of your shirt and trailing down your spine in thin rivulets. You stood in the dark bedroom, the faint light seeping in from the small gap between drawn curtains. The sheets were a mess, pillows scattered like abandoned thoughts. You rolled your eyes, a quiet exhale slipping past your lips, reaching out to pull open the curtains and letting the light bleed in.

The bed was always your battlefield, so many nights spent staring at the ceiling at a poor attempt to drown your thoughts. You moved to fix it, smoothing over the sheets, the motion barely registering in your mind as you fought to ignore the noise of Sukuna’s voice in the other room. It was muffled, yet you could still catch the low hum of a conversation, something about transactions, something about a deal.

You could see the corner of his figure through the crack in the door, pacing with a certain kind of energy that you had become accustomed to, an agitated rhythm that could only belong to a man with too much blood on his hands. You were about to turn away when you caught him yelling into the phone, a sharp string of words before he hung up.

He turned, gaze locked on yours. His pupils were intense, focused on you like you interrupted something important.

A shiver ran through you, not of fear but curiosity. This time you approached, on purpose.

“I had a run-in with someone,” you began, voice steady. “A cop. A corrupt one. Threatening to turn me in if I didn’t go along with his demands. I didn’t say anything but I’m worried about you getting exposed.”

There was no fear in your voice, rather the cool pragmatism of someone too tired to be truly scared anymore.

His expression didn’t change immediately, instead his jaw clenched. Teeth grinding together before he looked at you, eyes darkening in a way that made the room feel smaller. His voice was unwavering. “I’ll take care of it. Don’t worry about it.” He stepped closer. “You focus on the job.”

“Job?” you echoed, an eyebrow arched.

He huffed, grabbing a stack of papers and laptop from the coffee table and shoving them into your hands with little ceremony. “Two days,” he said, voice low and clipped. “You’ll be walkin’ into an office. Exposing a network. Some corporate assholes funneling money. Someone tryin’ to fuck with me.”

You stood, holding the weight of everything and letting it sink in. A job that would only pull you deeper into a world of corruption and violence.

He left soon after, the sound of his boots heavy on the floor as he moved toward the door. Multiple guns lining his waistband. A Glock, a Ruger, a few others you didn’t recognize but knew were lethal in the hands of someone like him. A man used to handling power in the most violent ways.

He was no longer a stranger to risk, his face and name becoming familiar on local news stations as the very streets he walked. He was a threat, one that everyone knew about but dared not approach.

He never hid. No one could hide from Sukuna.

He found the pig, of course. Because no one hides from Sukuna.

“You think you can threaten her, huh?” His voice was low, dangerous. He had the cop pressed against brick in a grungy alleyway, nearly shaking under Sukuna’s hold when he pressed the tip of the gun against his throat. “You’re either too fuckin’ dumb to know who you’re dealin’ with, or you’ve got a death wish. Let me help you out with that.”

Sukuna had given the cop a chance to run away, knowing his mere presence was enough to get him off your tail. But he refused, refused to the face of violence itself. And nothing pissed Sukuna off more than a pig saying no. So it was done, the cop gone and dirty corruption buried with him.

By the time Sukuna returned to the hideout it was dark, and there was nothing left to speak of. No mention of the cop or the death he’d dealt. But you could feel it, see it in the way he moved, how his posture had his head held high, shoulders back, the quiet pride of a job well done.

Though he never said a word to you about it, you knew. You knew exactly what had happened. He took care of it, tying up the loose end and eliminating the threat that hung over you like a shadow. He wasn’t just making sure you survived, he was making sure no one threatened you.

For the first time since you were a child, you weren’t as alone as you thought.

And as you stood, watching him move around the house with that same unwavering confidence, something changed. You hated to admit you were beginning to trust him, hated the realization that, in this world of deceit, he wasn’t just some force of nature, and you weren’t just some pawn to him.

You weren’t sure exactly when it happened, but you trusted him. And that thought, as unsettling as it was, felt a little less terrifying than it should have.

taglist: @cutesytwt, @tojis-ball-sack, @gojoscumslut, @sukubusss, @vicravluv, @newasskid, @grignardsreagent

[ghoastixx]

hey, hi, um hello? I don't know what to do so I'm just guessing, if this is to vague, weird and or long I'm sorry please ignore it!!!

I wanted to try to request a supernatural Castiel x reader either fic or head cannons or anything really with a reader whose the Winchesters sister? This may be to specific but my favorite trope when I was a kid was the fake dating. So maybe the Winchesters are working with a different hunter who's kind of a creep and keeps flirting with reader and he won't back off despite the brothers warnings. So in the end Dean just calls Cas and is like congratulations you're dating my sister, now get him to back off! And so the two of them just start fake dating but after the hunt and the other hunter leaves Cas doesn't stop treating her all sweet and everything? I don't know, just something fluffy please, I think I made it way to complicated 😭😭 sorry for bugging you

Winchester Sister w/ Castiel

synopsis above

notes: YOU ARE NOT BOTHERING ME AT ALL!!!! I think this is so cute and just..so Cas? If that makes sense.. Thank you so so much for sending me this request, I love detailed requests!

Author's notes: Female reader, sort of sassy. Made up a hunter to be the creep, wanted to do Gordon but that would just make you a victim </3

Tried to keep the description of the reader vague so anyone can enjoy.

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The Winchesters' figured it would be so simple. The hunt was so simple, so why wouldn't drinks afterwards be? Mason, the hunter that was helping you all out and it went smooth, despite your brother's grudge against working with other hunters. Mason offered to take you all out for drinks. That's now where you were.

The first ick was when Mason sat next to you at the bar. You figured he was just trying to be friendly, you had just hunted together after all! But then he ordered you a drink which made you feel weird, but again, he was probably just trying to be nice. So you put on a smile and thank him.

"You really pulled your weight back there Y/N." He said, taking a drink of a beer.

"Oh- uh- thanks?"

"I like that in a woman."

"Excuse me-"

Dean, who was watching closely, was fuming. You tried to explain that you were not looking for a boyfriend currently, but he just wasn't listening. He wasn't leaving you alone. So, when Sam came back with drinks for both he and Dean, Dean looked at him and pointed this out. Sam seemed a bit uncomfortable with this, but suggested to let you handle yourself. You were more than capable and you all knew that.

When nothing had changed five minutes later and you started to look like you wanted to kill Mason, Dean decided to call out the big guns..

"Hello?" The solemn voice of the angel spoke a bit loudly through the phone.

"Yeah, Cas, listen. It's important, get here. We're at a small bar in Minnesota at exactly 777 boulevard Road."

With the sound of a flutter, Castiel was standing in front of Dean. "What's wrong?" Dean pointed behind him. Castiel turned around when Dean put his hands on Castiel's shoulders, getting close to his ear.

"Congratulations feathers, you're dating my sister. Now, see that guy right there? He's being a creep to your lady, go and kick his ass." Castiel, confused, nodded. He stood there a minute before walking in your direction. Sam looked at Dean, who had his arms crossed.

"Yeah, sick 'em boy!" Sam teased Dean, Dean looked at him with a pissy expression.

You were deep in your third beer, biting your tongue as you listened to Mason ramble on about his tastes. You were getting close to losing your temper before you heard a monotone voice behind you, you recognized it. It made you cock a brow,

"Y/N, I'm sorry that I'm late...dear." The nickname confused you, but nonetheless, you sat up straight and smiled at him.

"Cas," Once you acknowledged him, he put his hand around your waist. You looked at him with a more confused expression than you had before you seemingly got the hint. "Oh- that's alright honey. Don't worry about it. Cas, this is Mason. He just helped us with the hunt."

Mason looked at his competition with an annoyed expression. "And you are?"

"Castiel," The angel hummed, "her boyfriend." His eyes were stern, it made Mason squirm a bit. Seemingly a bit insecure because he stood up.

"I have to go. Bye Y/n." He mumbled before sulking out of the bar. You looked at Castiel, getting up.

"God- thank you Cas. You're a lifesaver." Cas's smile seemed a bit shy, which was unusual for the stern angel. He nodded. As you went to your brother's, he followed you, staying rather close.

As Dean and Sam talked to you about Mason, asking if you were okay, Castiel seemed more interested in you. Admiring you.

Whenever you guys decided to leave, Castiel actually got into the backseat with you, sitting directly next to you. He put his hand pretty close to yours, grazing against it. Dean noticed this in the rearview mirror, cocking an eyebrow.

Castiel was standing in front of the motel door, looking at you.

"So.. will I see you tomorrow?" A cheesy smile formed on your face, your cheeks a bit pink.

"Yeah Cas, I would love to.. Goodnight."

Dean groaned as he walked past.

"Cas, you know you're not actually dating Y/N, right?" he asked with a scoff.

"I'm not?" "He's not?"

[lynnimini]

₊⊹ 𝘩𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘴𝘩𝘢𝘬𝘦: chapter 3 ₊⊹

description: chapter 3 ⋆ comedic ⋆ fluff ⋆ mostly written

in which y/n has to watch what she says around taesan

pairings: h. taesan x afab!reader

word count: 951

warnings: some cussing

taglist: @astrae4 @enzstr @taesanfav @kekaekeke @oowir @heeheesang @livibbu @jvngw0nlvr @s0shroe @mimimimiaa @nineooooo @pumpkg @winteringdream @https-yeonjun @defnotsanni @squiishymeow

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“y/n we’re gonna be late!”

you heard yunjin knock on your door, yelling at you to hurry up. everyone was already up and scrambling around, about to be late for the first day of second semester.

you, yunjin, jaehyun, and woonhak all finally had a class together since woonhak got into uni: ceramics. the most coveted class in the entire school since you hardly do anything in it. it’s basically a free class that gets you art credits.

“bro we need to get two bathrooms because why are you ALWAYS TAKING A SHIT MYUNG JAEHYUN GET OUT OF THE BATHROOM”

you groaned as you pounded on the bathroom door, hearing muffled protests from behind the door. jaehyun ran out, thrusting a basket full of your skincare and makeup into your arms.

you ran to the kitchen to brush your teeth in a room that doesn’t smell like dewdew, throwing a random hoodie over your new top and jeans.

“we should kick the both of you to live with sungho”

yunjin groaned as she did her own makeup at the kitchen table, you following suit.

“but we love you guys soooo much”

woonhak said with mock sweetness as you refused his offer of a half eaten donut that came from lord knows where.

“you’re just happy cuz you get to live next to your hallway crush”

you said as yunjin laughed from beside you, watching woonhak roll his eyes.

“mika’s the love of my life guys trust”

he scowled, blushing as you three grabbed your backpacks and headed outside where jaehyun had warmed up the car.

“crazy how this is our only class for the day in the afternoon and we were still almost late”

jaehyun scoffed as you guys left the apartment, you in the passenger seat after a long ass fight over whose turn it was.

“yeah but we got home so late last night. but at least we get to go to the mall today. it’s been so long since we’ve gone out to the mall together”

you sighed and thought of all the window shopping you’d be doing today.

(#y/ntoobroke)

“we also really really have to talk about the system right now because it’s getting out of hand”

jaehyun sighed.

right. responsibilities.

heartshake was at its peak right now since people were going through the mass tragedy of breakup season.

the dms were overflowing with past and new clients who were willing to pay any amount just to find love. you guys don’t even charge and yet people will still pay. not that you’re complaining or anything.

“i think the issue is that YOU are taking too many clients. leave us some people too. y/n was telling me she only got two clients this month”

jaehyun sighed at the thought of having to split commission, but less stress for him.

the four of you got out of the car and walked to the classroom where you saw a couple familiar faces. ones that made the four of you light up immediately.

“OH MY GOSH I MISSED YOU”

you squealed as you ran to sungho who stood up and started dancing with you.

“thank goodness my y/n is here. you have tosave me from them”

he whined as he gestured to leehan, taesan, and riwoo messing around in the corner. you sighed and watched as jaehyun and woonhak went to go be equally stupid with them.

“people are gonna think you guys are dating if you keep calling each other pet names”

yunjin snorted as sungho squeezed you impossibly tight.

“nah, sungho just comes off as the gay best friend”

you laughed as you all made your way to the very energetic group.

“long time no see”

you smiled and greeted everyone. mostly.

“taesan here was just telling us about the date he’s going on soon”

woonhak teased as taesan just rolled his eyes, sitting back down. you feigned surprise being the one who arranged that date in the first place.

“i’m lowk excited. gonna pick her up after class today and go around that one little shopping district”

he said dreamily as riwoo fake gagged from beside him. you wore a small smile at the result of your efforts. heartshake’s founder worked her magic once again.

“we were actually gonna go to the mall later, did you guys wanna come with?”

you heard jaehyun ask everyone and got refused by damn near everyone. actually scratch that, he got refused by everyone.

“i gotta study” (sungho)

“shopping is boring” (riwoo)

“i’m going OUT on a DATE” (i wonder who ??)

“i.. have other things to do” (leehan)

jaehyun sighed dramatically and plopped himself down in front of a pottery wheel.

“you guys are fake as hell”

he mumbled as the teacher walked in and you guys scrambled away to the back. nothing even happened. it was a day of the professor yapping about the syllabus and absolutely no ceramics action.

after that, shopping was.. a bittersweet time as per usual. you couldn’t afford to buy the insanely priced clothes as a broke college student, but you always made sure to grab pretzel bites with everyone.

the ride home was silent as usual after a tiring day of school and walking around shopping. everyone except you and jaehyun were asleep. it was peaceful. just how you liked it. times with them weren’t usually like this, but it was always nice to relax in each other’s presence every once in a while.

you pulled out your phone and saw tons of notifications, mentally wincing at how much catching up you’d have to do later.

two people in particular caught your attention immediately. neither of them in the most amazing ways.

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lynn’s note: boring ass chapter but like the drama’s starting soooo…

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Viktor x Reader Personal Pigments(Part 17) - Prussian Blue

This is a jayvik x reader fic now but it'll still be labeled as a Vik Fic until it's fully implemented. Ft. JayVik and wine, drunk Jayvik, it goes 18+ here (masturbation). Find my imagine that inspired it here. Previous and next chapter will be linked at the bottom. It's late, I was on a roll, and I didn't proofread this a whole lot, I'll edit it later.

Planning on writing as much as I can this weekend to post in bulk before Christmas week, I'll be traveling a distance away and can't bring my laptop with me.

stay tuned and Thank you for reading <3

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It only took you thirty minutes to find your way back to the lab. Although, those first few minutes had you stressed and embarrassed. You and Mel had spent almost two hours walking and talking and you thought she had taken you all over the Academy, but she really had you both walking laps. You were closer to the dining hall than you thought, from there you were able to find your room, and then the lab. Just as you walk up to that heavy door it swings open. 

“Zlato, please, use your feet.” It’s Viktor, doing his best to keep Jayce above the floor. You rush forward without thinking and get under Jayce’s other arm to prop him up. You have to drop your pouch and your sketchbook. It gets kicked behind you into the lab once you’re able to stand taller. 

“What happened?” You’re asking as you shift Jayce between yourself and Viktor. He’s laughing to himself at the situation. “Oh my gods. He was drunk. Jayce Talis sensible golden boy was drunk.” You remember the wine that Mel had gifted them. But it had only been two hours. Three and half maybe? 

“The wine was stronger than we thought.” When you look at Viktor you see his hair is tousled, his cheeks red from exertion or his own drinking you aren’t sure. 

“Did he have the whole bottle?” You’re laughing and trying not to. The shaking of your shoulders makes it hard to keep Jayce up straight. “Hun you have to help us help you okay?” 

“Mmm you’re both warm. ‘S nice.” You were not letting him live this down tomorrow, if he wasn’t suffering a raging hangover. 

“He had four glasses, too close together I think.” Viktor is adjusting his cane straighter with one hand and moving his shoulders around to get a better grip on Jayce’s back with his other. 

“And you?” 

“I also had four, but I am much better with alcohol than he is.” He thinks back to the first time they had drank together. Some whiskey that was spiced heavily at a cocktail lounge many many months ago. Viktor had enjoyed it, nursing a glass for the first thirty minutes. But Jayce? He slammed it and immediately gagged. Coughing and sputtering. That one drink alone had almost knocked him clean on his ass ten minutes later. He’s laughing at the memory. Especially when he remembers that Jayce made the exact same mistake another ten minutes after drinking a seltzer and they had to sit on the curb outside nursing water. Since then Jayce had learned how to pace himself, learned that he preferred drinks that did not burn his throat and were easier to sip on. Wine was hit or miss. “The wine was sweet, so he was not as cautious as he should have been.”

“WE ARE CELEBRAATING!” The sudden input from Jayce surprised you both. Despite his jelly legs his arms are strong, squeezing the two of you closer. He wasn’t yelling, as much as he was whisper screaming.

“Oh! Congratulations, a new development?” You’re following Viktor’s lead as you take patient steps down the hall. Viktor looks down to Jayce, whose face is flush from all the wine, who has a smile so bright it could be seen in the dark, and who is actively starting to fall asleep in their arms. They needed to move him quickly before he was dead weight. At that point it would be impossible to move him even with your help. There was no time to explain what they were celebrating.

“Yes, a new development.” He can’t help the gentle grin growing on his face. It was so warm. This endearment blooming in his ribs, the wine finding its place throughout his body, feeling your arm against his as you help him haul Jayce down the hallway. He can see their rooms. His was closest and Jayce’s was a couple doors down. There were many reasons he was thankful for the proximity of their moved rooms, but now more than ever. His hand using his cane was starting to go numb from the pressure, a pain shooting up his arm into his shoulder. “Here, to the left. Can you get him to the wall?” Jayce is heavy but you manage to move him to the wall by yourself, needing a breather as you slump against it with him. 

He looks sleepy. Eyes struggling to stay open, his mouth parted, his usually perfect combed back hair disheveled.. “Pretty boy indeed.” You’re brushing it out of his face when he leans into your hand. He’s smiling, white teeth and happiness blinding even in the dim light of the hall. “You alright?”

“Neveerr betterrr.” It’s a slurred breathy reply and he slots his head against your shoulder. Viktor is glancing at you while also fiddling with a ring of keys. The clinking sound of metal against metal echoing in the hallway. He finds the one for Jayce’s room and starts unlocking the door. He nods at you to try and get Jayce to his feet. 

“Hey big guy, you ready to get up again?” Jayce just hums, pushing the back of his head against the wall now. “Don’t you want to lay down all cozy in bed?” 

“Mhmm.” 

“Okay then I’m going to get up and I’ll need you to come with me. Can you do that?” Jayce gives another hum of agreement and Viktor watches how gentle you are with him. Helping him stand gingerly, holding onto his waist with one arm, and pulling Jayce’s arm over your shoulder again. Intertwining your fingers with his golden partner’s as you try your damndest to get him through the door. He watches as you give Jayce affirming words and praise for just moving forward with you. It pulls at his core, at all the things him and Jayce had discussed tonight. At all the moments that have been shared. “I’m a sappy drunk,” he thinks as he directs you to Jayce’s bedroom. Viktor pulls the covers back on the bed and lets you set the man down before he sits with him. Helping him take off his shoes. 

“Thank you for your help. I am sure he will apologize tomorrow.” Jayce is leaning against Viktor, whispering something you can’t catch. 

“I can’t say I won’t give him a hard time.” You laugh at the thought, then again when Jayce’s hand is slapped away from Viktor’s tie. It almost dies in your throat when you watch Viktor’s slender fingers work at Jayce’s. You know it’s to help Jayce get ready for bed, but after all that you’ve seen today it was an image you weren’t sure you were supposed to be burning into your memory like you are. “Goodluck. I’ll be in the hall if you need help.” Viktor just nods, trying to get Jayce to sit still as you leave.

You can hear Viktor talking to Jayce, instructing him as you close the bedroom door. Jayce’s apartment is neat but lived in. It smelled a little of oil? And baked spices. A jacket tossed over a couch, shoes neatly lined by the front door. A table with notes and blueprints that looked similar to how he kept his own room. Stacks of books filled with sticky notes. There are a few plants around. A guitar? So much information about a person in one space. It made you wonder about Viktor’s room. If it was neater than this knowing that he barely spent any time there. As you make your way into the hall you remember that Viktor had a key, on his own key ring, to Jayce’s place. So intimate, the care they had for each other. So sweet in its normalcy. A feeling brews in your chest as you wait by the door. Overwhelming and unknown, something akin to wanting. 

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“You are drunk Jayce.” Viktor is trying his hardest to not laugh at the man in front of him, struggling to unbutton his own shirt. 

“ ‘know that.” An irritated huff, an uncommon sound for his partner. “ ‘m trying.” 

“I know you are, let me help.” It takes a few minutes to get Jayce set up for bed. Viktor leaves him in his undershirt, let’s Jayce take care of his pants despite the struggle. There’s a want brewing in him. He wants to stay here, to hold him til he sleeps, be there with water and maybe a pain reliever when he wakes up. But he doesn’t. He ignores the whine in Jayce’s throat when he goes to the kitchen to get his partner water. When he returns Jayce is out cold. Snoring softly under the covers. He leaves the water on the bedside table, watching the even breathing that moves Jayce’s chest. A hand moves to cup his cheek, rubbing a circle into the apple of it. Viktor’s heart swells when he feels the weight of Jayce push into it unconsciously. 

He joins you in the hallway shortly after. You were staring at the wall in front of you, zoning out when the closing of the door snaps you out of it. 

“Hey, he alright?” You’re leaning forward, hands by your side as you face him.

“He will be fine. Embarrassed, but fine.” Viktor was tired, the wine making him sleepy and warm. He starts walking towards his room and you follow. 

“Didn’t think he’d be a lightweight. It’s kinda-” cute. You don’t finish the sentence but it seems like Viktor agrees with you, laughing softly as his cane taps against the floor. 

“Unexpected. I did not know either when we first met. He will deny it though, if you ask it. Blames it on anything else.” He likes hearing you laugh. He likes knowing he caused it. He frowns when he realizes how short the walk is to his room. You would be leaving now. “Goodnight Ms. L/N. We shall see you in the lab tomorrow, yes?” 

“Yes. Goodnight Viktor.” Your voice is so soft, so sweet. Viktor watches as you walk down the hall, flipping through all the keys he has before finding the one for his door. He hadn’t gone to bed this early in a long time. It wasn’t even ten o’clock and he was already in his room getting ready to shower. Discarding clothes, finding ones for tomorrow. Brushing his teeth as the shower heats up. 

When he steps in it fogs up the window over his sink. The warm water soothing the aches of his body. He goes over today’s events as he lathers a shampoo through his hair. How Jayce’s teasing of you led to teasing him. And now they were… together. Officially. Finally declared as two parts of a whole, and that they both wanted you. He thinks about the wine. How it was sweet and rich and strong. How it was sweeter on Jayce when he kissed him again. How pliant Jayce was in his hands, the heat of those broad shoulders in his palms. The sounds of their kissing, teeth clacking, lips hungrier after every glass. 

He should be rinsing the soap out of his hair, he should be washing his body. The routine of putting soap to a washcloth, rubbing it between his hands to form suds lingers in the back of his mind as he continues to think of those kisses. How he could taste fermented fruit and cinnamon and Jayce. A different familiar memory cuts through the haze, much stronger this time. Of release, of teasing touches from past lovers. His imagination taking over. When Jayce tried to bed him would he touch him the same way? The shower is getting hotter, the wine on his breath despite having brushed his teeth. When he tried to bed you, would you react like he did? Would you feel the same that he and Jayce did, would you want them together? 

His hand was moving lower, lower, lower. He could feel it happening, the blood moving down, the water against it but he is surprised at how hard he is. When he moves his hand down, the tip moving past the opening of his fist he imagines your lips. How would they feel on him,  would you be experienced enough to wet them before starting. The image of you on your knees alone has him moving faster but then his thoughts wander. Would you start slow or would you try to take him all at once? Could he fist both of his hands in your hair and hold you there so could he fuck your mouth.  Or would you take the lead,  bobbing your head up and down. He imagines your hands holding it or maybe braced on his hips, fingers digging into the flesh. Would Jayce talk you through it once he knew what worked for Viktor?

He can feel it building, all too quickly.  It's been a while since he indulged himself like this.  A raspy breath falling from his chapped lips. You were so soft. Sweet. Your voice. Quiet and gentle. Would it be honeyed with a returned lust or would it be strained? Dazed like that morning he woke you? "Viktor?" It’s your voice. It’s Jayce’s. The intensity almost knocks him off balance, free hand bracing on the tiled wall as he finishes. Shooting forward onto the handles of the shower. A long burst followed by several short ones as he slows his hand. Twitching when he lets himself go.

And then the only fog he's left with is the steam of the shower. He felt faint, the shower water was too hot and he hadn't been taking full breaths. He turns a handle to make the shower cold and his hand is sticky with his release. Shame. Regret. Oh. What did he just do? He wants to blame it on Jayce’s teasing today. On the glass of wine that warmed his chest. But he knows that's not it. That it's his own depravity.

Well, he could blame all of those things. Embarrassment burns his cheeks more than the water, more than the wine. He hadn’t indulged in that in so, so long. And the realization that there would be something with Jayce in the future settles in his chest. That Jayce wouldn’t be upset with him for this. He takes a deep breath. 

More thoughts for later. Exhaustion is deep in his bones now, it had been a long day despite coming to his room early. He needs to sleep, to clean up. He lathers the rag on the hook and enjoys the rest of his shower. Tomorrow will be a new day. A good day. 

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Seen mentioned that DC doesn't actually take big swings anymore rn and while I haven't read enough to know for sure I do agree that I feel that vibe, so here are some big swings that I, as candidate for future CEO of DC, would install if I were to be elected:

-bring back permakilling. Everybody dead right now? Dead. Boom, sorry. Note that for those whose dead status is unclear/questionable due to crisis mayhem (i.e. Wendy Jones) this doesn't count. But yeah Alfred is dead and going forward if you kill a character, they're gone. That includes plot-twists about faking one's death, though I might make exceptions for a really good plot idea, but generally, no.

-shut down Arkham Asylum entirely. To me the concept is unsalvageable, I understand the idea behind it being rehabilitation but #1 no you can't fix him it's not a brown haired fictional man who kills people it's a prison that doubles as a mental healthcare facility, #2 the entire justification for the prison/psych ward amalgamation that is Arkham builds on the idea that the root cause of violent crime is mental illness. Either fully make it a prison and make a separate mental healthcare facility in a place that is not severely haunted, or nuke it entirely and start over with two different concepts.

-this one I believe comes from the amazing @paigeoforacle so I will just put the link for the details of that idea but yk how a lot of people look at rebirth Barbara and be like "this isn't my Barbara Gordon"? You're right. It isn't.

-kill the Joker.

-let characters get weird/intense. I'm talking Rose Wilson finding Grant Wilson's preserved corpse and trying to Frankenstein it back to life, Jason Todd building a super intricate death saw trap for himself in an attempt to commit addressed suicide, Mia Dearden going on dates with way older men she met on tinder and immediately using some grand complicated stratageme to escape the date (ie go to the bathroom and climb into the restaurant's vents) just because she's trying to prove something to herself. Dick needs to be having Shakespearen inner monologues on his relationship with Bruce, and Donna needs to be fucking her clone/alternate version of herself based on the genuine belief that this will fix her. This kind of messy.

-epic fight scene where Starfire kicks Superman's ass. Modern DC writers and a lot of fans have ideas of "who could beat who" and power-scaling mixed up and that needs fixing. Also it'd be awesome.

-make more beloved heroes explicitly mentally ill, and a wider panel of mental illnesses. Dick Grayson schizoaffective disorder diagnosis I'm especially rooting for.

-hey speaking of him remember when Superman fought the KKK irl? Let's bring that back. Let's get Superman to help fight the ICE.

-bring back goofy villains. And I don't mean go back to the era of goofy villains only/completely, I'm a horror enjoyed and do love some thrillers/darker themes, and detective stories, but I want them to coexist with goofy villains. No Chuck Dixon cannot convince me that Condiment King is scary, I want Batman to be fighting a villain of that level of goofiness one night and then a demon who turns his victim's flesh inside-out the next. Never let them know your next move!

-give Batman a yellow ring. (Also take advantage of that to remind everyone how powerful the GL actually are.) "but i'm tired of evil batman arcs!" big swings aren't supposed to make everyone happy and i will say, i'm tired of evil Batman arcs with no consequences. He modified a person's dna to strip away their agency through paralyzing fear. He's not getting out of the yellow lantern arc this time. (And I personally vote for Guy Gardner beating his ass).

-make the birds or prey (with the real Barbara Gordon) fight the CIA. And make Green Arrow fight the US-Army.

-Erase Trinity out of existence somehow. Actually collapse that whole future dimension or something. Idk if it's the same universe or not but also erase red haired Lian Harper from the possibility of existence.

-more mix-ups/variations in genre! Oh the GL are magical girls? I wanna see more magical girls tropes in GL stories. DC stands for Detective Comics the bats are all detectives I am not seeing nearly enough agatha cristie types stories anymore. None of that is to say you can't also have epic superhero fights in these stories, I'm saying to mix the genres. We have time travel and spaceships and aliens, go sci-fi with it!!! Make star trek references! Go nuts!!

-make the characters do bdsm (explicitly). As in you don't have to write explicit sex scenes but I want like one character who wears a bdsm collar 24/7, getting interrupted by a phone call while their partner is in the other room and they're struggling to pick up the phone because they're in shibari, have a character kneeling at the feet of another, shit like that. Fuck with platonic bdsm especially. And especially within the batfam.

-bisexual Dinah coming out yes but also Dinahollie discover poly.

-make Barbara 10 years minimum older than Dick.

-I said before no more random resurrections but you can and should definitely put your heroes/characters in time-out for some good time! Get creative with it. Oh that character has a huge healing factor? Get chained to a mountain in the Promethean Eagles dimension buddy (don't worry about the name babe, this plot's about to deliver.)

-kill Tom King.

[hobiespick]

Sam Winchester x reader headcanons part 3

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a/n: heyyyyyy I had so much fun writting these. I am literally shaking as we speak cuz i'm still kinda shy abt this even tho yall showed me sm love and gave so much positive feedback on the first 2 parts I was giggling, blushing, and twirling my invisible phone cord. Thank you all so much for everything and enjoy my shitty thoughts 🫶💞 + tagging a lovely person who gave me the idea of writting one of these @yinorathedragontamer

Summary/Warnings: tooth rotting fluff, Sam Winchester x gn!reader , Sam being the biggest boyfriend of all boyfriends (im quoting one of my moots), the first headcanon isn't sam x reader it's Jess x Sam (rip to the hottest couple) the headcanon came to me in a prophetic vision and i just had to leave it here, mention of Sam's childhood + I couldn't help myself but make a few headcanons about Dean too.

- I have a deep feeling (i'm an empath) that around college when he was with Jess and he wouldn't leave her side, Sam accidentally got adopted by her girl group of friends - hear me out - he would cling to Jess for his dear life shaking and not wanting to intrude or make him look nosy and Jess's girlfriends wouldn't bat an eye, welcoming Sam with open arms and treating him the same - they are the reason his guilty pleasure is gossiping. One of Jess's (girl)friends coming hurriedly towards the group with a shocked expression and a hand covering her mouth and Sam already knows the tea is scrumptious - he probably got called "girl" so many times - he didn't mind it btw, actually kinda liked it because that means they included him - spreading my "Sam Winchester enjoys the company of female friends more than male ones agenda" like wildfire ‼️ - "wyd when me and my gang pull up" and it's five y2k girls + a preppy blonde girl whose boyfriend is some 6'4 emo kid with a Green Day tee who follows her around with heart eyes

- "Dean, move your leg or I'm throwing your fucking mixtapes out of the window" you threaten annoyed at the audacity of the long ass older Winchester to just stretch out as if you're not both (tired af) in the back seat of baby, you try to find a comfortable position for what feels like the 50th time to stay for a few hours untill all of you make it in one piece to Washington (Dean might not since he is acting like that). "You touch my mixtapes and I might throw you out of the window, runt." Dean barks (lovingly), lifting his sunglasses on his head and pointing a defensive finger at you. You are too tired to think and to retort something snarky back but still settle on rolling your eyes and giving his foot a kick.

Sam is driving like a princess in the front, his legs are streched out with his back comfortably resting against his seat with an arm lazily holding the steering wheel as the wind coming from the rolled window brushes some of his hair on his forhead, all while looking effortlessly handsome. "Don't make me come back there" Sam laughs breaking the character he wanted to play along as (hint: dads on road trips). Sam's pants would catch on fire if he said he was annoyed at your childish bickering with his brother, he found it endearing. It just added to the list of things he liked about you. You gasp a little bit too dramatically and gesture towards Dean "He started it" you grumble. Dean gives you a kick of his own pulling his sunglasses back down and crossing his arms, atleast he retreats his legs giving you enough space to rest yours.

- uses every excuse to touch you (his hands are literally twitching in anticipation to hold yours, or hug you)

- Dean is a classic rock etillist (he learned that from J*hn) but his guilty pleasure is nu metal especially limp bizkit. - he only listens when Sam isn't around. - says he's getting himself a little treat (fancy headphones) with his hard-earned money (poker/credit card fraud) - J*hn introduced him to led zeppelin and Dean feels like he's dissapointing him by not being a carbon copy of him hence his secrecy - So the "guilty pleasure" has deeper roots

- Sam told you he doesn't remember owning a childhood plushie, you fix that

- you open the door and close it with your foot, hands clinging to the bag you're holding to your chest after almost stumbling over. Sam's expression changes into a smile upon your arrival, kinda like a golden reriever. He gets up from the reasearch papers scatterred around the table no longer the center of his attention to greet you.

"Hey" the word 'sweetheart' almost sneaks out of his mouth but he contained himself with grace, god forbid he makes you uncomfortable (he's alot like you y'know? ). "Hi" you reply breathlessly due to your almost stunt and the fact that Dean took Baby out so you had to walk back to the motel in the humid weather of Washington. You take off your shoes and set the bag on the table, Sam's nosy self is itching to see what's inside. Before you open anything you make sure to peel off the hoodie you have on and rest it on a chair. "I got something but i need you to close your eyes and lay out your hands please." You start already bitting back a smile with a tinge of nervousness at what his reaction could be.

Yes, you got Sam a plushie. You got matching ones, the one for Sam is a brown moose with dark brown glass eyes that kept reminding you of him. The one you got for yourself is a same-zise moose plushie in your favourite color. What's even more cuter is that both of the plushies came as a package and they can stick their hands together with the magic of little pieces of square shaped tape on each their hands (hooves?). Sam is scared and excited at the same time. He will thank you for whatever you got him, he raised himself to be gratefull, it's just that growing up he learned and was usually met with dissapointment. John not showing up for his soccer game and neither Dean because he is hunting with him? Yeah he knows. Not even a call from his dad on his 21st birthday? Yeah he expected that. But he knows you, and the amount of times you have dissapointed him. (hint: zero)

So he does as you told him to. He extends his hand and turns it over, his other arm resting by his side. He closes his eyes and does not open them once. Sam was that kinda kid at the playground, so fair and by the rules it's almost suspicious. He can hear the noise of the brown paper bag crinkling and somehow imagine the sight of you smilling brightly, a sight that almost bribes him to open his eyes and see for himself. He focuses on the sound untill he feels the soft velvet material of the plushie in his hands. He doesn't even open his eyes yet he just furrows his eyebrows in confusion as his fingers pet the fabric of the stuffed animal.

You stand there, the biggest most nervous smile planted on your face as you wait for his verdict. "Sam, you can open your eyes now." you speak loud enough for him to hear, and he does open them, they glisten wet under the crappy motel room light. He has this mix of sadness and joy on his face at the same time as he cranes his neck to look down at the stuffed animal in his hands, he can envelope it entirely if he tried. You wish you could read thoughts right now, to make Sam open up his brain to you and show you how he feels about this, whether the reaction is negative or positive, you just want (need) to hear him speak, fuck, he can even yell at you if that is what he chooses to do (he wouldn't in a million years). Regret hits you like a hurricane after a few seconds of silence, that's the last thing you wanted to do, make Sam remember what a shitty childhood he had with just a stuffed animal, a fucking toy. The thought that this could come off as a reminder for him that's like 'Hey buddy, your childhood is so fucked up I felt sorry for you, here' didn't even occur you. All you wanted to do is give him something normal, to make him feel normal, a feeling he has been chasing all of his life. You bought two matching moose plushies with the thought that you're gonna match with your bestfriend, you're going to share some normalacy with your bestfriend in your world, your monsters are real world.

You wanted to build a time machine and rescue little Sam and Dean from the fucking monster John Winchester was. Yes, John Winchester loved his boys, but neglect and love don't mix. Leaving a 10 year old to look out for a 6 year old isn't love, taking your children with you to fucking hunt and kill fairy tale monsters isn't love. "Sam?" You call out quietly, nervousness already visible in your body language. Sam shots his head up at the mention of his name and most importantly the tone of your voice. He gives you a weak tight lipped smile (as if the sight would spare you having to worry about him, as if you don't feel the need to bang your head against a wall whenever you see Sam in any kind of pain) and wipes a tear that runs down his cheek with the cuff of his hoodie. "Sam- I'm sorry- I thought-" You justify yourself and attempt at swallowing the lump formed in your throat, you rub your sweaty palms on your jeans and feel like the biggest asshole in the world. You awkwardly take a step closer untill you take in consideration the idea that getting closer might be the last thing he needs right now so you step right back. Sam's tears taste sweet, he can confirm it himself. The way you spent time and money going to provide him with something he was wrongfully stolen off of having when he was only a kid made him tear up in the spam of a few seconds. You asked, he answered, you felt sorry, he desperately wants you to comfort him, then you do something to make him feel appreciated/cherished. He glances at you and sees the state you're in. His legs instinctively take three long strides towards you and envelopes you in the most comforting embrace anyone has ever gave you. You don't need to be psychic or practice insane voodoo/hoodoo to know exactly how this made him feel, it's all in this hug. You hug him back and Sam starts rubbing circles with his index finger on your back, he is crying his eyes out and he's still comforting anyone but himself. You hear his sniffles as he agressively wipes his nose with his cuff. "Thank you" he croaks out, his tone hoarse and raspy. He rests his head on top of yours and you can feel him finally relax. You can also tell he has no intention of breaking the hug anytime soon but that is your last worry. You made Sam happy tonight and that's all it matters.

- you and Sam are the golden retriever + black cat duo the world needs. - grocery trips with him (he doesn't need anything, just wanted to go with you) that are fun and weirdly domestic. - it's all making jokes and finding eachother the snacks you usually eat untill someone bumps into him and HE apologizes. "Sorry" he says giving the dude that's shorter than him a tight lipped smile. The dude presses "Almost dropped my shit 'cause of you assh-" You cut him off by clearing your throat and making him turn around his face dropping as he notices your glare at him. "He said he was sorry." You chide (threaten) with a scarily blunt tone, you have no idea how someone can even dare to look the wrong way at Sam, he's too tall for his own good and he's built like a brick wall. "Whatever" the dude leaves scoffing , your expression softening as soon as your eyes settle on Sam. He has a stupid dorky look on his face and adoration in his eyes, his hands shoved in his jean pockets towering over you almost awkwardly. "Ugh. What is it today asshole day?" You joke breaking the silence, (yes, you're quoting kat stratford) Sam just laughs and nods, you could say it's Christmas and he would believe you. "Looks like it." He agrees, not even caring for that asshole that he could've handled himself just fine, he hunts monsters for a goddamn career. He just adores the way you jumped to take his side.

- expressing your wish to find or atleast thrift a brown carhartt jacket similar to Sam's, only for him to offer giving it to you whenever you wanna wear it.

- "S'okay you can wear it i don't mind, you just have to ask me before, yeah?" - he also can't stop blushing at the sight of you in his already baggy jacket appearing more larger on you.

- the jacket engulfs you in this sense of security and an addictive smell of Sam (his fav earthy cologne) - the way you're looking good, happy, and warm in his jacket makes Sam's heart skip a few beats. - Dean smirks and compliments you, having to take a double look to confirm it's infact Sammy's jacket on you "Looking good, Y/n" he smiles and sends Sam a wink you're to oblivious to notice but you do notice the tone he uses, replying back skeptically "Thanks?" but you shrug it off asking Sam if he wants to come with you to this fast food place to bring back dinner.

- When Dean's brain cells put 2 and 2 togheter and realizes you and Sam are absolutely pining for eachother he purposefully does alot of stuff so you're stuck spending time with Sam and vice versa. It's either an easy move to make you two go out/stay in or it's a geniusly absolutely malefically strategically thinked and mastered 50 step plan that has atleast 20 plan B's in case anything goes wrong but we all know he doesn't need them, the mission goes smoothly each time. if Winchesters are anything, it's stubborn, incredibly and stupidly stubborn so Dean is not giving up on making one of you confess to eachother and if you don't he might take matters in his own hands and scream it out loud enough for You and Sammy to hear.

- he is so eager, the first time you kissed him he automatically assumed he's your boyfriend. - "Is that any way to speak with your boyfriend?" With a jokingly hurt face and a dramatically placed hand on his chest when you're being too mean. - "As your boyfriend and your lore boy.." - "I'm Sam, their boyfriend.." when he's introducing himself to person he knows has certain intentions with you or somebody making you uncomfortable.

- you pulled a muscle in your shoulder while on a hunt and stubbornly denied anything ever hurted even when Sam asked. - you keep rolling your shoulder when Sam says "Looks like you pulled something alright. You probably shouldn't move too much, you'll just make it worse." You scoffed at that, no way Sam for real? I had no idea I had to do that, thank god a smart boy like yourself is right beside me. "Are you mansplaining to me how to let a pulled muscle heal?" You retort, mainly because of the pain partially cause mansplaining is unnecessary and ignorant. And when Sam thought he couldn't like you any more than he already does you proved him wrong. He only chuckled, amused by your snarky reply, even going as far as to apreciate your attitude. "I'm not mansplaining anything, I'm just stating facts. Even a five year old could tell you that overusing a muscle will make the pain worse." He teased back.

- He enjoys the intimacy between the two of you when there are jokes and certain things you and him can laugh about because you're both huge nerds.

- Bobby let's you borrow whatever books you want from his huge ass library (mans probably got illegal books there)

- Bobby and Dean give eachother knowing looks whenever you and Sam literally do anything togheter, you and him pretend not to notice, not even mentioning it.

- guys i wanna cuddle with Sam Winchester so bad it's not even funny anymore *sobbing while my eyeliner mixed with tears is running down my face*

- he's a big cuddlebug I am willing to bet all my life savings and my first born he is. - the way you feel so safe and comforted when his light pole build wraps two arms around you, holding you close, trying to get you impossibly closer. - his hugs are the same, tender yet firm reflecting on his gentle nature. - just spoons you when he finds you on the couch sleeping with a bunch of research papers scattered and dusty old books around you which he tosses aside, because he is too proud to ask for cuddles.

- you wake up in the middle of the night you have no idea what time is it, you have one missing sock, your throat is dry, and you feel an arm draped over your waist getting tighter around you the more you twist around. And that's when you hear it, it's right next to your ear, Sam's low sleepy hum as he stirrs behind you, nudging his face deeper into your neck. You have no choice but to lay there untill he wakes up 'cause there is no escaping.

a/n: again i'm posting this shaking, this took so long I was scared I wasn't gonna finish it. They are so long they might not classify as headcanons but i couldn't care less. The plushie one made me feel like hamilton while writting it lmaoo. Hope yall enjoyed!! 💞 feedback would be very much appreciated<33

[waywardwhispersblaze]

the story of Vi and Jinx

(This was originally written as a comment on reddit about the imbalance of Jinx's and Vi's arcs so it's a little rough. But I figured I could post it here, especially since I've complained a lot on this blog and have really changed my mind on a lot of things)

Vi and Jinx's stories were written pretty equally, IMO. (On paper. On screen, they were executed in such different ways that you've got a part of the audience convinced Vi didn't have an arc at all, which is just… huh. Simply not true).

But you can't separate Vi's arc from Jinx's. They're the reverse of each other.

Vi's about a letting go of the feelings of responsibility placed on her as a child, Jinx's is about taking that mantle and owning up for her actions. Vi needs to overcome her trauma by learning to think about herself and her own needs for once, Jinx needs to overcome hers by (re)learning empathy for others. Vi needs to unlearn Vander's lessons, Jinx needs to unlearn Silco's. Both have an arc of learning who they are without each other and taking control of their lives. Both feel like they've terribly messed up their own lives, for wildly different reasons, and it affects them in opposite ways. Vi turns the blame inward. Jinx turns the blame outward. Both need to break out of that big sister / little sister dynamic they're trapped in. Vi gets to see Jinx as an adult, Jinx gets to see Vi be broken and vulnerable. Etc. etc.

Episode 8 is where it all comes together. Vi has already come to see Jinx as someone who can take care of herself, she's relied on her before in act II and is no longer thinking of her as just Powder, but she can't let her go to prison, because she loves her and wants the best for her, and believes in her potential. Vi still won't think of herself first - she makes the decision to free Jinx thinking she's stabbing Caitlyn in the back and will lose her love for it (or rather, she's not thinking at all, she's acting on pure instinct and is completely unraveling). It's the wrong decision for the right reason: she is right not to give up on Jinx! But she needs to slow tf down and think of her own needs too.

Jinx decides she needs to get out of Vi's life and let her be happy - a decision coming from a place of empathy for what Vi had been through and a way to make up for her previous actions (you know, that time when she actively and cruelly tried to sabotage Vi and Caitlyn's relationship? Caitlyn's not the only one who apologizes through actions this episode). It's the right decision for the wrong reason: at this point Jinx also thinks there's no good version of her and that she needs to dip out of life permanently, but she's obviously very wrong in that.

Jinx's departure is the last straw for Vi who is left alone for hours and comes to terms with the fact that she "chose wrong", and losing Caitlyn wasn't worth it. This is where the dialogue is sparse and a little more would have really really helped, but Vi would have never, ever thrown herself at Caitlyn with such an uncharacteristic lack of restraint if she hadn't made the decision to 1) go for it all the way 2) stop making Jinx come first and 3) there's no turning back after this. Scene direction, framing and body language, y'all. This is the right decision for the right reason, at last.

Then we get to episode 9 and Jinx comes out of her suicidal bout ready to move on and kick ass. She, too, has finally made the right decision for the right reason: to build a new life for herself, on her terms. All season people have wanted her to be the hero of Zaun, the perfect revolutionary leader. But she's no revolutionary leader. Not who she is, not what she wants. She's an inventor, a free spirit, someone whose ideas "change the world" but not someone who will busy herself with leading others. So she decides to use this image that has been pushed on her, in order to honor the wishes of both Vi and Ekko, who ironically have both strong reasons to wish for peace rather than revolution now. And then she plans to dip out of that particular conflict, so she can go explore the world and discover herself without the burden of that image. By doing this, she is taking back control of her own life, all the while knowing Vi will always love her no matter what.

And remember when she says "even when we're worlds apart"? Vi has a reaction to that. Up to interpretation, but I think she understands Jinx's implied goodbye here. They're finally understanding each other! They're ready to say goodbye…

But this is the part where it gets tricky: unlike Jinx, Vi has been looking like she's getting panic attacks left and right during the whole battle. Gert's death is reminiscent of Felicia's, and I think (need to check) Loris' death is reminiscent of Mylo's or Claggor's. Then we get to Vander and it's no longer implied, we are shown that flashback, that scene from S1E3. Vi is having a PTSD episode and can't do anything about it. Why now? It's her trauma coming out, coming out now because she can't hide it behind her guilt and need to play the protector anymore. She's not focusing on Jinx anymore. Jinx tries to talk to her but she doesn't listen. Jinx fades in the background. The lid is off.

For the first time, Vi's walls are not just down, they're shattered and scattered on the floor, leaving her with raw, pure, agonizing pain. And for the first time, Jinx is in a position to protect her. It's her turn to take care of her sister, to catch her at the most vulnerable moment of her life. And she does.

Vi has been everyone's support system her whole life (Vander was hers before he died, which makes his death all the more significant). In act 3, it's Caitlyn and Jinx's turn. And it's about time.

Skip to the ending and you've got Caitlyn casually checking on Jinx's odds while Vi is humming a song from her past, thinking of her mother and holding Vander's glass in her hand - that glass! Remember episode 5? That scene in the mines, before they read the letter, where Jinx was having a #moment with Vander's jacket and Vi was just standing there closed off like none of it meant anything? That glass was just something for Vi to move aside then. But now it has become an object worth keeping.

There is no plausible interpretation of this scene where Vi and Caitlyn haven't talked about Jinx already. Plenty of reasons, and I've yapped about it enough, but the simplest one boils down to: Caitlyn wouldn't hide something like that from Vi, it would be a terrible place for them to end as a couple if she did, and we know wasn't the writers' intentions. If we can read between the lines regarding Jinx's true fate, we can read between the lines about Caitlyn and Vi's unseen conversation.

So Vi isn't wearing any protection, no jacket, no wraps, she's just sitting there and remembering. For the first time she's not trying to be strong for someone else's sake. She knows Jinx is out there starting a new life and she knows she can finally start doing the same. But she's got something like seven years of trauma to heal from. It'll be hard, but she'll get there.

Meanwhile, Jinx probably expected her to go look for her body and figure it out. Jinx gets to go out with a bang. She gets to build something new for herself, knows how much she is loved, and is free realize her true potential and become the best version of herself. The one both Vi and Ekko believe she can be.

That's truly the best and most meaningful ending they both could possibly get.

[jalicecookie]

It hunts me

"Daddah help pwease!" - you're afraid to get off the slide on the jungle gym, and Daddah - aka - Nam-Gyu has to save you, while Thanos captures this family moment as a livestream for his fans. Only, Nam-Gyu is reminded , of one of the deadly games of the Squid Games… and has a panic attack when he looks down at the playground floor.

TW: Flashback, Anxiety, Panic Attack, Strong Language Kind of, Thanos x Nam-Gyu, Idiots in Love, Fear

The courage you had , just when Appa (Thanos) encouraged you to climb the jungle gym and slide down the slide all by yourself – because at almost 3 years old, you're a big girl and cool – and the daughter of the best rapper in all of Korea and you're cool, yeah… you believed Appa and ran as fast as you could with your flashing shoes (those sneakers that flash at the edges for kids when you walk or run) to the stairs whose steps would lead to the toddler slide.

You had to cross a small bridge. The structure was maybe five meters above the ground. Not high enough to be seriously injured in the event of a fall (there were enough safety elements on the sides of the slide) – and you had watched closely as the other children before you (before Appa's influence that you would be just as cool as him) played on the jungle gym and slid down the slide.

Now that you're standing in front of the slide and looking down, you're no longer sure…you don't want to slide anymore…it looks dangerous and not like fun.

Uncertainly, you take a few steps back, away from the beginning of the slide, and fear spreads through you.

"Appa! No slide!" - you call out to Thanos, who was sitting with Nam-Gyu on a nearby park bench, on his cell phone.

"You can do it! The legend Thanos believes in you, Princess!" - Thanos said, unimpressed, and just gave him a thumbs-up.

But this gesture and the words didn't make you brave at the moment…you didn't want this anymore. NO.

And so you shake your head tearfully and fall onto your backside, tears welling up in your eyes, and you look at Nam-Gyu. Daddah.

"Daddah! Help pwease!" - you call in Nam-Gyu's direction, and the club promoter sighs once, but then sets off to rescue you from the nasty slide…after trying to persuade you to give your fear a kick in the ass because…just like that.

But of course, that didn't work, and now Nam-Gyu is squeezing his way up the small staircase to lure you to him…or at least trying to.

"Okay - come here. Daddah´s here just come to me and i pick you up and you don´t have to go down the slide"

From your seated position, you watched as Nam-Gyu crouched down and held out both hands to you. A gesture that would normally have made you run towards him immediately.

Normally.

"Live of the Internet is your Legend Thanos - capturing this Moment of fucking Family Fluff - take a LOOK at that!"

Thanos's hushed voice and the announcement that he'd just casually created an Instagram livestream for his fans to share the totally sweet moment of you and Nam-Gyu with the world didn't bother either of you…well, you didn't break eye contact with Nam-Gyu and you're used to Appa sometimes speaking in that loud, chaotic Korean-English voice when he's making videos. Nam-Gyu just gave Thanos a nonverbal signal to stop the bullshit…but who was Thanos to listen to the words of his partner and the best club promoter in all of Seoul?

" Daddah…arm....up....up" - you whimper, raising your arms up… a sign that you're so scared you don't even dare to meet your Daddah a little… something that makes Nam-Gyu's heart break slightly.

"Okay, Daddah will come for you… and then your Appa Thanos will get a kick in the ass for that idea", - Nam-Gyu mutters, moving slowly forward. It's no problem for him to walk upright across the small bridge until… until he looks down.

And stands frozen, his gaze fixed downward.

His heart rate increases… panic rises within him as he looks down at the abyss, and reality and traumatic memories seem to merge before his eyes.

… the panicked screams of the other players echo muffled to him. One step too far to the right across that bridge and it would be over. Nam-Gyu had done well in the past games…despite the loss…he had struggled so fucking hard with Thanos being killed…in the men's restroom. It still hurt to think of the chaotic man who had made his heart race, and not just because of the drugs.

A loud gunshot behind him made Nam-Gyu flinch, and his right hand opened…the chain slipped from his hands and flew over the edge of the bridge.

"Fuck no!" - Nam-Gyu cursed when he realized what had happened and knelt down on the ground, his trembling hands gripping the edge, looking down into the abyss…he couldn't see the chain from up above, but it broke his heart again.

The chain was the last thing he had of Thanos. Once again, Nam-Gyu regretted never fully confessing his feelings to the rapper, but fuck…he clearly had feelings for Thanos. And now…now he had lost the chain…that…fuck…that was the end of him…he needed the chain…it…it was almost like a lucky charm…almost as if Thanos were still with him, saying…come on, my brother, together we'll win this shit and become famous and rich, yeah!

But Thanos was gone…the chain was lost and….Nam-Gyu had a panic attack at this renewed realization…why had Thanos taken it away from him? Why couldn't he just protect the last memento himself…now it was gone and….

"Player 124. Refusal to end the game will result in immediate disqualification!"

The Triangle guard's voice reached Nam-Gyu only muffled, as he stared up with pure fear in his eyes and…what was that? Had the guard just made a secret hand sign with his right glove that only Thanos and Nam-Gyu had invented on the first night of partying at the club…could…could this be a coincidence?

With shaky legs and a sniffle, Nam-Gyu stood up and continued the game.

The sweet win and the realization after winning the Squid Games this year , was, that Thanos not only survied and chilled in the VIP Lounge, but he also paid the Guard to give Nam-Gyu this sign....a push in the right direction to not give up and cross the Bridge safe and sound.....

But in this Moment Nam-Gyu felt like he was back in the Games ones more. He couldn´t breath, he coulnd´t think and he couldn´t comfort your sad crying.

As if in a trance and controlled by pure fear, Nam-Gyu sank to his knees in the middle of the small bridge, his gaze averted from you and also from the words of Thanos, who had now lowered his phone and paused the live stream. Nam-Gyu looked to his left. It was so high and so damn scary. Where was that chain? What was happening here? Was that the smell of blood and panic in the air?

Thanos seemed to realize what was happening to Nam-Gyu, and because Thanos knew exactly what to do, the legend simply climbed up the slide onto the climbing frame, lifted you up in his arms with a "shhh, it's okay, Princess, come on, let's comfort Daddah with a big hug" and then squeezed onto the bridge next to Nam-Gyu to pull him into a hug and thus bring him out of his memory.

"We never have to go back to this place again, Nam-Gyu. We have each other… our daughter, a ton of money, and the internet loves us… you're not alone anymore, bro, do you hear?" - Thanos whispered softly to Nam-Gyu, who was trembling and seeking protection in the hug – with you somehow in the middle of it.

It was strange for you to see your daddah like that… but a comforting hug makes almost everything better.

"Daddah no cry… Appa safed… good job Appa," you said, patting Nam-Gyu's black head of hair a few times.

"You heard me, Nam-Gyu, I saved you both… you're safe with me. Safe…" Thanos repeated the words like a magical spell until both you… and Nam-Gyu calmed down.

"I'm so stupid to cry about something like that…"

"Don't give me such bullshit, what happened at the Games was crazy. If the VIPs hadn't saved my sexy ass, I wouldn't have been able to save what finally gave me light and hope again."

"You mean the drugs?"

"I'm talking about you, you intelligent being."

"I…was your light of hope…you never mentioned that."

"Brooo, you never mentioned that a bridge scare you sooo.... like that would take you so much…on you yeah...."

"I lost the chain back then and thought I'd lost you forever."

"Oh Nam-Su" - Thanos deliberately used the wrong name to confuse his partner a little before giving him a quick, reassuring kiss.

"Kiss Kiss…too!" - - you say, giving your Daddah and then your Appa a toddler kiss on the cheek, then clapping your hands. As if nothing had happened and you're just happy to be in this embrace now.

"And now…let's go get pizza…or burgers. I could almost eat a club promoter and a princess - I'm THAT hungry!" Thanos emphasized, and after making sure Nam Gyu was safely on his feet, he grabbed his hand to pull him behind him, while he held you a little tighter with his other hand and the three of you walked up the stairs of the jungle gym.

Safe.

Something…that neither Thanos nor Nam Gyu could ravage. They had survived the Games and built a new life together.

And both men would be willing to fight to preserve it.

No matter what it will cost.

THE END

[mlmxreader]

300+ prompts.

this prompt list will run from 04/02/2025 - 31/03/2025. if there are little/no requests, it will be deleted and a new one will not be made until potentially 06/05/2025 (if at all).

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Prompts 1-300

1. "Nothing can stop us now"

2. "I tried to warn ya"

3. "I'm tired of pretending"

4. "I guess that makes me your favourite"

5. "If you put yourself in danger like that again, I'll..." "You'll what?"

6. "Where did you get all this?"

7. "Easiest choice I've ever made"

8. "I'm not going anywhere"

9. "I'm happiest when I'm with you"

10. "That felt like my first kiss..." "Is that bad?"

11. "Whatever it takes"

12. "I don't want to go if you can't follow"

13. "Can we please not talk about that?"

14. "Please?"

15. "Don't be scared"

16. "Is that how much you missed me?"

17. "Let me in before I get soaked"

18. "Do you have to?" "What? Your lap is my favourite place to sit!"

19. "I just don't know where to start"

20. "C'mon, you need to take a break"

21. “Would you answer my question, please?”

22. “I’ve got an hour exam tomorrow”

23. “You look stupid and rich”

24. “I wouldn’t go a single step with you”

25. “Well, that’s what makes you stupid”

26. “Why would I wanna go to a shitty little pub?”

27. “Because you always go where I go”

28. “I tried too hard, think I might have pulled something”

29. “I’m trying to concentrate, do you mind?”

30. “Hello, animals”

31. “I’m your roommate, if anyone asks”

32. “Oh, shove it right up your ass!”

33. “What would you say if I told you I think I’m in love with you?”

34. “Am I just anybody to you? Something to throw away when you get bored?”

35. “Are you jealous?”

36. “Did you at least make the other guy look worse?”

37. “Son of a bitch”

38. “Whose side are you on, exactly?”

39. “You don’t understand, you're not getting it”

40. “There’s no problem here, not with us anyway”

41. “You’re gonna end up working late if you sit there watching me all day”

42. “See, I think you’re scared”

43. “Admit you care”

44. “Aren’t you a good soldier?”

45. “That’s two outta three, not bad”

46. “We’re together, now, we’re happy”

47. “Don’t leave me”

48. “Who said anything about marriage?”

49. “I’m saying it now, before you can beat me to it”

50. “You wanna marry me?” “Yeah.” “Why?”

51. “My friends are gonna love you”

52. “It’s gonna be okay, I promise”

53. “Very casual, huh?”

54. “I didn’t think it’d be like this”

55. “This is too much for me”

56. “It’ll be a breeze”

57. “So far, so good”

58. “I… I’d like you to meet…”

59. “How can you see me, and still love me?” “That’s what it’s about.”

60. “Do not bullshit thy boyfriend”

61. “Yeah, but it’s home”

62. “Carry me across the threshold”

63. “Would you please say something?”

64. “Please, talk to him”

65. “Can’t you just do it for me?”

66. “You’re a heartless bastard”

67. “I forgot my key”

68. “I’m sorry”

69. “Love means never having to say you’re sorry”

70. “Don’t bullshit me, you were showing off”

71. “I got something important I wanna tell you”

72. “You got kicked out of the army?”

73. “That’s a mistake, it has to be”

74. “Can’t I take my fucking husband out to dinner?”

75. “I just need you”

76. “I believe you, I really do”

77. “Would you please hold me?”

78. “Why didn’t you tell me?”

79. “I want to help”

80. “I’m sorry”

81. "I never told you”

82. “You never asked”

83. “I’ve gotta say what I’ve gotta say, and then I'll shut up”

84. “Tell me everything’s gonna be alright, just... please say it's gonna be fine”

85. “Follow me, and do not let go of my hand”

86. “Are you proud?”

87. “What have you got to lose?”

88. “At least I can say I tried”

89. “I don’t know what to do about it”

90. “I never wanted anybody more than I wanted you”

91. “I want you, I need you, only you”

92. “I won’t let anybody take you away from me”

93. “Be mine, please?”

94. “Just love me”

95. “You deserve it after the week we've had”

96. “You’re sublime, you’re amazing”

97. “I’ve been with you all day, you know I have”

98. “I’m trying to stay calm, I really am”

99. “I’m gonna love you now, and then you can walk away and decide what to do about it”

100. “I won’t let you walk away”

101. “You got me, don't you?”

102. “My hands are fucking shaking”

103. “I think I know what’s going on here, with us”

104. “I know what it’s like”

105. “We could start over”

106. “Just look me in the eyes and say I’m wrong, say you don't feel the same”

107. “Is this what you want?”

108. “I can’t go back there again”

109. “You asked me to love you and I did! I still do!”

110. “Are you ready for the time of your life?”

111. “I beg your fucking pardon?”

112. “Show me your heart, come on, show me what you really feel”

113. “Can you help me with this?”

114. “I can handle everything, don't worry”

115. “If you love me, let me go, let me do this on my own”

116. “My heart is just too heavy to care about anything anymore”

117. “I don’t deserve to love you”

118. “I used to press your hand to my lips, remember?”

119. “I used to savour every single kiss, every touch”

120. “I couldn’t face a life without you by my side”

121. “I'm gonna keep my hand against your mouth so you'll be quiet, alright?”

122. “I think I made it very clear what I think”

123. “I only wish you weren’t my friend, then maybe I could say it properly”

124. “I never claimed to be a good person, you know that”

125. “You never needed any help, you just needed a little push”

126. “If you still care, let me know now because I don't know if I'm gonna make it out alive”

127. “If you want it come and take it”

128. “Let me tell you, man, when I said it, I meant it”

129. “I can rattle off a million other reasons why I love you and why I'll always love you”

130. “I don’t want to get back up, I'm tired”

131. “But I have to fucking say it already, so it might as well be today, right?”

132. “I’m in no shape to do this, my leg is completely fucked”

133. “Believe it or not, but it is true”

134. “Walk with me, please?”

135. “Don’t let this fucking bastard get to you”

136. “How could you forget about it?”

137. “To each his own, I guess”

138. “We can’t continue on like this, hiding all the time”

139. “It doesn’t matter what you say, I'm always gonna be here”

140. “I’ll show you what I’ve hidden”

141. “Where is your fight, my friend?”

142. “A little better than I would ever deserves”

143. “It doesn’t seem to matter”

144. “We were meant to be together”

145. “Know what I mean?”

146. “You made it work”

147. “I will never love another man, I can only love you”

148. “I’m so fucking pissed”

149. “I won’t let you disappear out there on your own!”

150. “Oh, fuck your intelligence! I don't want to think anymore!”

151. “I can’t believe I’m actually saying this to you, I think I'm still dreaming”

152. “So now, I have something to say, are you gonna listen?”

153. “This hasn’t torn us apart, so nothing ever will”

154. “It’s none of your business”

155. “I’m tired of this shit”

156. “I want to go home”

157. “Don’t waste my fucking time”

158. “But you know me”

159. “I better tell you everything”

160. “It’s been years since anyone could be a friend, I've... I missed it a lot”

161. “All you have to do is close your eyes, alright? Just close your eyes for a bit”

162. “But you can’t break me, I can't be broken”

163. “I was all that you wanted and more”

164. “I’d love to help you waste time today”

165. “I’m never gonna be enough”

166. “I guess it’s time to see”

167. “I haven’t felt like this in years”

168. “I know where I need to go”

169. “It’s a miracle you haven’t broken any laws, or any bones for that matter”

170. “You know just as much as I do, we were told the same thing”

171. “I am not the same”

172. “You really wanna know who the fuck I am? Are you sure?”

173. “It doesn’t matter ‘cause I know you’ll never listen to me, even if I screamed it in your face!”

174. “I swear I fucking give up”

175. “Tell me all about it”

176. “I’d love to hear you talk about it forever”

177. “I’m your friend, I love you”

178. “Do what you want”

179. “Just remember that I love you, and I want you to come back in one piece”

180. “I’ve always felt love this way for you”

181. “I don’t need you to do it for me”

182. “Don’t look away, look me in the eyes”

183. “I’m gonna show you how to do it”

184. “I fucking told you so!”

185. “I don’t wanna go to sleep, I'm... shit, I'm scared”

186. “I gotta know now, you better tell me”

187. “Would you hurry up and get inside”

188. “Isn’t this fun?”

189. “Don’t ask me how I am”

190. “I never learn, do I?”

191. “You always come to me”

192. “Couldn’t bear it if you leave”

193. “Is this wrong of me?”

194. “There it goes again, I can hear it louder - it's getting closer!”

195. “Why won’t you stop staring at me?”

196. “What the fuck is all this for?”

197. “Is this what you want?”

198. “Say something, anything to me”

199. “How do you feel?”

200. “Why does it have to be this way?”

201. “I don’t know how else to put this”

202. “I will give you anything, you just have to ask”

203. “Say you want to stay with me”

204. “I want to know I belong to you”

205. “I just want to be right by your side”

206. “I will give you everything”

207. “I gotta say what’s on my mind”

208. “Give me your hand”

209. “I’ll take you home”

210. “You are going to relax”

211. “Listen only to my voice”

212. “I’d cross the world for you”

213. “Where are my cigarettes?”

214. “I want the fucking truth”

215. “Is this the best you can come up with?”

216. “I can’t stay here forever”

217. “Is that an excuse?”

218. “Well I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again”

219. “I really love you, baby”

220. “You must be brave”

221. “Get out my way!”

222. “Just tell me I am yours ‘cause you are mine”

223. “What are you doing here?”

224. “I never knew you could dance so well”

225. “Thank you, so much, honestly”

226. “I can never repay you for what you’ve done”

227. “It’s rather good”

228. “I’m alive!”

229. “Open wide”

230. “Give me spark to light the world up in flames”

231. “Washed away with the tears”

232. “Inside your sleep, vile images creep”

233. “Hear the screams that haunt your soul”

234. “Tell me of the souls you have drowned”

235. “Losing control of your own”

236. “In time you’ll realise”

237. “Craft it to how you see fit”

238. “Recognise powers you hold”

239. “I swear by the blood I have shed”

240. “To rely on the hand that still feeds you”

241. “We’d be free to grow our wings”

242. “Untruth, is this my fate?”

243. “The world we know’s an abysmal hell”

244. “How can you just stand there and stare?”

245. “I’ll wait for you”

246. “If our world ended today, would you suffer or just sit there awaiting damnation?”

247. “It will take all you have held sacred”

248. “Stay here till the windows stop burning for your dreams”

249. “To feel this pain with you”

250. “You’ll feel better when you’re gone”

251. “First step in taking back your life”

252. “So you think you’ve won”

253. “Come take a walk inside”

254. “This enraged pissed off mind”

255. “Lusted for so long”

256. “How can this be for real?”

257. “It’s so beautiful”

258. “Make me swear if I see your face again”

259. “Fuck you”

260. “Tie you up, make you bleed”

261. “Just like me”

262. “They can’t take what’s in our hearts”

263. “They’ll never take what’s in our hearts”

264. “Did you forget something?”

265. “Look me in the eyes and tell me that you don’t love me the same way”

266. “Another night wide awake, huh?”

267. “Don’t fucking torment me”

268. “I waited in the rain so I could assure that we’d be alone”

269. “I don’t think I can stomach another night alone in this house”

270. “Don’t be a dick”

271. “Would you be mine?”

272. “Take my hand, please, just hold my fucking hand”

273. “You chose me - above everyone else, you chose me… why?”

274. “What, did you think I was just happy to be your fucking toy all this time?”

275. “I keep telling you to take a coat”

276. “I have a door! You don’t have to keep using the window”

277. “There’s nothing out there, nothing to be afraid of, at least”

278. “You’ve been gone for so long…”

279. “Don’t tell me that that’s a fucking ring in your hand”

280. “I don’t care what anybody says, I love you, and I love being with you”

281. “It’s getting dark, don’t you think we should leave?”

282. “You’re different, I like it”

283. “Where the fuck did you find a dog?”

284. “Y- you weren’t in bed, and it was so cold…”

285. “You’re not seriously staying up all night to play video games”

286. “I would never hurt you”

287. “I came all this way just to ask you… if you’d go on a date with me”

288. “It’s starting to fucking hammer down”

289. “Stop pretending to give a shit”

290. “Just stop it!”

291. “You can’t go all that way on that horse”

292. “You have to be joking, you couldn’t have come all this way in the middle of a fucking storm”

293. “I would do anything for you, for love”

294. “Tell me what you want”

295. “You can’t keep handing me little notes all the time”

296. “Perhaps one day, we’ll be together properly”

297. “Oh, shit”

298. “I’m your huckleberry”

299. “We could’a had a good fuckin’ life”

300. “I missed feeling your hand in mine”

301. “C’mere, dance with me - there’s a slow song on the radio”

302. “I made this for you”

303. “I never did thank you for that.” “A kiss would be a good thank you”

304. “I know you wanted me to stay”

305. “Don’t cause a scene”

306. “It’s where I belong - at your side”

307. “What? I don’t like it when people look at you like that”

308. “What have you done this time?”

309. “Don’t be so sour - I’m just having fun!”

310. “You will always be my first choice”

311. “I will always love you”

312. “You’re always on my mind, you know, always”

313. “What you waitin’ for, cowboy? An invite?”

314. “I like the direction you’re going, so if it’s okay, I’ll stick around”

315. “I don’t want to be, y’know, casual anymore - I wanna be serious”

316. “You two are almost joined at the fucking hip”

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this is literally just a huge dump of feelings about the Everything

obviously this has fucking sucked (if you dont know what im talking about im talking about my ex's very serious affair and kicking him out of the house.) my whole world just got ripped out from under me and the one person i thought i could trust turned out to be a violent lying cheater. i never ever ever thought in a million years duncan would hit me. but i never thought hed cheat either so.

theres been a bit of relief, though - like he was soooo insistent we HAD to stay in nyc even though ive wanted to leave basically since i got here. and it wasnt even that i was opposed to nyc, i just wanted him to be committed to a life *with me* instead of me fitting well into his nyc life cause neither of us are from here. ive thought about what it would mean to never date a woman again, i thought about him not being somebody id want to raise a child with, etc etc. it's objectively good that i ended a relationship with a violent, entitled, lying, cheating, dumbass rich boy loser. now i can go wherever i want. i can do whatever i want.

however.

duncan was my first major relationship, i had never had a relationship that lasted longer than six months before i met him. he was the first person i slept with after being raped. first person i said i love you to. first person whose family i met and who met mine. this relationship was a huge fucking deal for me, it confronted a lot of fears i had about myself being fundamentally unlovable and difficult and now it's like....that was never true.

and yes, i have friends and i'm a well-liked person but we built this whole life together, and it wasn't enough for him. nobody's ever wanted to build a life with me, nobody's ever wanted me that close before and i have trouble thinking it will ever happen again. being well-liked is great but it's not the same as being loved. having a lot of friends isn't the same as being presented, cherished, folded into somebody's life, somebody saying "You have a space here."

all my friends are in long term relationships or getting married, why did everybody else get to find their person at 25 and i end up hurt and betrayed again? why do men treat me this way? whats wrong with me that i keep choosing them? why was i not worth building a life with?

there's nothing else i want from duncan. i never want to see him again. he's violent and entitled and he scares me. the fact he moved into an apartment on my same fucking street makes me paranoid. but why did he go along with this whole relationship, what was the point of lying and lying and lying to me when he knew that would be devastating to me. was that part of the thrill of it? idk maybe.

i have a lot of questions that are never going to have satisfying answers and my self esteem is really low rn, but it's not satisfying to hear anything. im in a lot of pain. im glad i have school to focus on, and that i can go anywhere because i think i probably will move - i literally have not had one year in nyc without some kind of earth shattering trauma. year 1, pandemic, year 2, discrimination at work, year 3, subway shooting, year 4, breakup #1, year 5, the final and worst breakup.

idk none of it makes sense. it is so antithetical to how i would behave. why the hell would he meet this other girl's family. what was lacking in me that he sought that out. sitting in the same bed as me in our hotel room in vienna, planning trips, while he was texting this other girl and lying to my face. he was talking to her about getting a cat, about moving in together. why would you do that. it doesnt make any sense.

i really think he deserves to lose all his money and have his ass thoroughly kicked but at the end of the day he still wasted 4 years of my life and proved all my fears about relationships true.

everybody is also acting like they all saw this coming and they didnt. ive had a lot of anger because ive felt at times that ive been guided to stay in this relationship because im always the person thats like girl dump him and a lot of people told me not to be too hasty with this but like those red flags were there day 1 and i saw them. and they were true.

it just doesnt make sense and idk how im going to move forward from this or what i did to deserve it while everybody else i know gets to be happy and supported