#yeahhhh keeping all three tags

[drawnaghht]

RABBIT VS DRAGON 2024

a little new years doodle I've been thinking of doing since new years eve and realizing it's... dragon year right after rabbit year... perfectly matching my 2022 and 2023 cartoon obsessions haha 😂

anyway, these were fun, just a casual crossover! I'm now realizing these kinda look like fighter game screens a la tekken or mortal kombat lol!! hope yall like em too :)

[sunmoonjune]

AWWWW YEAHHHH feels good to make a return to my note dedicated to ltm commentary

OH MY GOD IT'S BUG'S MUM. OR I GUESS MUMS SINCE SHE HAS TWO. i never would've guESSed that she would have a biological and non-biological mum. but i think it's really clever on your part because it just adds that much more psychopathic depth to the father's character - he's willing to kill his first and second wife in order to protect his secret.

I CANT BELIEVE HE MADE BUG KILL DAIA ?? ?? ?A?A ????@?@ ??!?/ that is the worst way to take away a child's innocence how did you even come up with such a monstrosity. i guessed before that bug had something to do with her mum's death which her dad then pinned onto her wHICH I MEAN,,,, i'm half right 😬 i just never would've guessed that her father literally forced her to murder her mother. BUT i still stand by my theory that her father then turned around and spewed lies that bug is a cold-blooded murderer for slaughtering his wife and i'm going to guess that that's the incident that leads to her punishment

also the only two times the phrase 'my daughter' is ever used is at the very beginning, when father summons bug for her trial, and mother's last words before she dies. the CONTRAST THOUGH?? between the way the phrase is said and the contexts it's used in??? oh my god you're so clever

OKAY BUT NOW JUST WHAT KIND OF SECRET IS THE FATHER KEEPING. maybe i need to go watch some crime documentaries to gain theory inspiration. i reckon bug's father was definitely capable of killing someone even before he murdered his first wife, so mAYBEEEE it was someone of high importance that would jeopardise his position as head chief if the truth were ever to come out,,, so on that train of thought maybe he murdered the previous head chief. or maybe he was in line for the position and just, yknow, sped up the process a little by getting rid of whoever was in the way. MAYBE HIS OWN FATHER ???? HIS WHOLE FAMILY???

but enough of him, let's talk about bestbois mingi and jongho being steadfast protection for bug,, JONGHO PATTING THE SPACE BETWEEN HIS LEGS SO BUG CAN SIT THERE SO HE CAN GUIDE HER HAND TO LOOK AT THE STARS TOGETHER STOPPPPPPP. bug trusting him so easily and laying back into his cHEST anD THEN THE THREE WORDS 'jongho is strong' AHHHHHHHHH. that's it. someone call the ambulance im about to pass out. HAHAHAHA but also peep mingi being a lil pot-stirrer on the side

remember that thesis on ateez hugs we're planning on writing. i can see a jongho analysis has started WOOF WOOF THICK ARMS 💪 THICK THIGHS 🦵 MUSCULAR CHEST 👕 my mind is so foggy i can't think straight rn hnNGN 🥵🥵

yknow how some fans have the theory that it's seonghwa's first life on earth bc of his galaxy boba eyes that look at everything with wonder and amazement and curiosity. THATS BUG SHES SO STINKING CUTE. and the way all the ateez members look at her with endearing gazes HNNG

LADIES AND GENTLEMEN WE HAVE A SYMBOL FOR ATEEZ. I REPEAT. WE HAVE A SYMBOL FOR ATEEZ. if i thought that the symbol for hongjoong was the cutest then i was wROnG because ateez being home and true north for bug OH MY GOD SOMEONE HOLD ME

then we get mingi turning bug's scars - a physical reminder of her trauma, past and pain for so so long - into a beautiful constellation of stars 🥺🥺🥺 thank you moonie for including this. and im hoping that it brings comfort and healing to your readers who may have similar constellations on their bodies too <3 <3 <3 KISSES AND HUGS FOR EVERYONE

when bug is still in a sleepy haze and seeks warmth bc jongho left and then hwa takes his place and bug naturally turns into him ASIDGJSFH scuse me while i fly off to delululand and imagine my mornings with jongho and hwa tag-teaming cuddles

ahh yess the result of moonie and 🪷 anon combining braincells to bring us the beautiful symbols of hwa's bow. i forget that we were already given spoilers for this way back and it's actually bug's first time hearing about them. but i love that bug learns of them after jongho's story of the star lovers bc she understands the full extent of symbolism behind it, particularly with her being reunited with yunho and the rest of the boys as the magpie bridge to guide them back together

HWA YOU ARE ALREADY THE GALAXY OF STARS FOR US <3 <3 <3

SORRY?? NO ???? YOU CAN'T END THE CHAPTER LIKE THAT???? we literally had a whole chapter of the most endearing and tear-jerking moments, all for it to come crumbling down bc now the chief is out to kill all of the boys NO MOONIE NO DONT DO IT😡🙅‍♀️😫

😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 that's okay i still love you i guess 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨 jks ofc i love you AS ALWAYS KISS KISS <3 <3 <3 LOTS OF LOVE <33333

LOREN MY LOVE <333 I've finally had a chance to answer your asks hehe (even though our messages probably answered most of these questions already xD)

bug's mum <333 daia loved bug SO much :') and yes! I'm glad no one disagrees that bug's dad is a total psycho,, he absolutely had no problem killing both his first and second wives to conceal that secret

:') our poor bug,,, her dad did indeed force her to kill daia D: I am just traumatizing my own mc, bug I am SO sorry omfg

the 'daughter' part is VERY important so I'm glad you noticed it,,,

the secret,,, I can't tell you much about it,, and our messages have given you some hints but I can't say what's right or wrong ;)

mingi and jongho <33 they were cuddle bugs fr in this chapter :"D just snuggling the whole time it was SO cute! and he hug analysis!! it's all coming together xD also bug was fr me,, panting over jongho's thighs was so real of her xD

I love the hwa's first life theory!! and it SO is bug that is so cute :")

the symbol for ateez is one of my favs so far <33 home and the guide to get there <33

I also hope that the part with mingi and the scars helps others too :} it was very important to me (and to bug) so I'm really happy it was comforting for you <3

I WOULD ALSO LIKE TO BE INVOLVED IN THE JONGHO HWA TAG-TEAMING CUDDLES :DD pls I'll give my life savings for just one forehead kiss from either of them xD

yes!! 🪷 anon and the symbols finally make their appearance! I definitely wanted to add the story of the magpies first so bug would understand what it meant to hwa and yunho <33 it was one of my favorite bits to write hehe

HWA <33 our galaxy and our magpie <33

hehehehe >:DD the ending,, I hope you're ready for some angst baby!!

I love you too!! <33 thank you again for such a sweet message hehe <33 kiss kiss I love you so much :}}

[droptheguillotineplease]

Cheers @mistressaccost for the tag! <3

Three ships: hmmmm hard to choose but Enjolras and Grantaire from Les Misérables of course, ans Boris and Theo from the Goldfinch which I have recently become obsessed with (keep me in your prayers) and I guess Aziraphale and Crowley of Good Omens, my favourite fictional old married couple.

Last Song: Less than Zero by Elvis Costello and all of Bowie's The Rise and Fall of Ziggy Stardust and the Spiders from Mars >:)

Last Movie: I recently rewatched Wes Anderson's The French Dispatch again which I love as well as Boy by the wonderful Taika Waititi, definitely some of my favourite films.

(Also yeahhhh I love whisper of the heart sm!!! That violin boy is living MY DREAM)

Currently reading: listening to the audio book of David Copperfield read by a lovely Irish fella called Taig Hynes. It's really good Dickens is so ahhh. The characters are all so perfect and spot on and his storytelling is just top tier, his novels are definitely classics for a reason. also a couple of other books I've started and haven't finished like A Movable feast, 3 musketeers, A Christmas Carol etc etc.

Currently watching: I was watching The Last of Us with my family and The White Lotus which was really fun and interesting. And Lucia was hot and I'm glad she scammed that boy out of his money

Currently consuming: lolly cake!!! Delicious nz baking go look it up

Currently craving: hmmmm peppermint tea I reckon

Tagging @chernychnyi @shamedumpster @gayavocad0

[animatronicbutters]

Chapter 4 - Nightguards Mobile Base

Mike is almost impressed by the black bus the Nightguards have turned into a base for tracking down runaway animatronics. He follows Vanessa aboard, looking around at all the equipment and flashing buttons.

Two men inside the bus stand up. They both look similar- like the same person, but from a different set of parents. The first looks excited and eager to begin. On his chest is a name tag that reads 'Jeremy Fitzgerald'. The other is slightly taller and has a blank expression. His name tag must be a nickname, however, as it simply says, 'Eggs Benedict'.

"Mike, I want you to meet the other emergency Nightguards." Vanessa says.

Jeremy moves forward immediately, offering his hand to shake, "Nice to meet you, Mike. I'm Jeremy. I'm sort of the tech guy around here."

Mike takes his hand and gives a half-hearted shake, "Ah- nice. I'm… the guy who let the animatronics out."

"We all make occasional mistakes." Eggs says in a stiff voice, "Like relying on autocorrect for legal documents. It happens."

"It sure does… Eggs." Vanessa gives him a wink.

"I've embraced it." Eggs says simply, "To change the paperwork would take three to seven weeks and I don't want to bother."

"So your name isn't Eggs." Mike clarifies.

"Legally, it is now." Eggs says.

"How do you manage that?"

Eggs shrugs, "I am capable of many clerical errors."

"Come on, Eggsy." Jeremy laughs, "Focus on what you're good at!"

"I am good at blind obedience." Eggs says.

Vanessa gives a sideways grin, "... yeahhhh, Eggs was chosen by management because he does pretty much anything he's asked. No complaints, no questions. He's like a robot, haha."

"Yes. Like a robot. Ha. Ha. Ha. Funny." Eggs says in a monotone voice, "But she is right. I will do anything that needs done, provided I can finish the job in time for my show."

"What show?" Jeremy asks.

"Well…" Eggs shows a tiny glimmer of emotion as he avoids eye contact.

"As much as I'd love to discuss TV, unless we're talking about Freddy and Friends, it'll have to wait." Vanessa says, "We have a hunch on where they might be headed next. And there's a plan to catch them."

Eggs looks relieved, as does Jeremy, who probably didn't actually want to know what Eggs watches.

Mike sits down in an empty chair and tries keeping to himself as Vanessa starts to outline the situation. He is thankful that she glosses over just how useless he was.

"Also, it seems one of the animatronics has a feature we don't know about. You may be put to sleep by one of them somehow. Mike wasn't affected. Mike, can you describe it?"

Mike can no longer remember exactly what happened, "I think… it was Freddy. Maybe. Or Chica?"

"Okay." Vanessa writes down what he says, "Do you know how they did it?"

He shrugs, "I don't remember. I got hit in the head. Twice I think."

"Gosh, do you need to see a doctor?" Jeremy asks, concerned.

"Nah, head trauma is an average Tuesday for me." Mike admits.

"We are both prone to mistakes." Eggs says.

Mike doesn't want to be associated with Eggs, but he nods, "Yep. Seems so."

"Good thing I always do things perfectly and never mess up." Jeremy adds jokingly.

Vanessa looks physically pained to see her team, "Okay, let's get back on track. Animatronic features. Who needs a refresher?"

Mike doesn't, but Eggs and Jeremy both raise their hands.

"Okay, so every Fazbear animatronic is equipped with its own special features. Some are pretty basic and some are unique." Vanessa explains, "The four we have to concern ourselves with at the moment are the original Freddy, Chica, Bonnie and Foxy animatronics."

"Bonnie is my favorite." Jeremy says.

Vanessa gives him a look.

"I am partial to Freddy." Eggs misses Vanessa's expression.

"Ha. Basic." Jeremy says, "Mike?"

Mike shrugs, "Uh… Fffffoxy?"

"Great. Love to hear it." Vanessa says, "Now as I was saying-"

"What's your favorite, Vanessa?" Jeremy interrupts.

Vanessa openly glares at him.

"You can have Chica." Jeremy says.

"Speaking of Chica-" Vanessa tries steering the conversation back to the task at hand, "Can anyone tell me what Chica's features include?"

Mike doesn't want to speak up and the others clearly don't know. Vanessa keeps talking with barely a pause.

"Chica has a cupcake animatronic that she can remotely control. She can see and hear through it, which makes it a perfect spy. You have to be careful if you see the cupcake separated from Chica."

"She also likes pizza." Mike adds.

"Oh yeah. In the cartoon." Jeremy says.

"No, the animatronic loves pizza." Mike clarifies, "She spends a lot of time in the kitchen just eating like crazy. We could maybe lure her with food if we need to."

Vanessa nods and writes down the information, "Good idea. Next we have Bonnie. He's pretty straight forward. He has good hearing and eyesight and can move pretty quick. Nothing else of note."

Mike raises an eyebrow, "What about the fuzz?"

"The fuzz?"

Mike wonders how much Vanessa actually knows about these robots, "Bonnie messes with cameras and electronics. I call it 'the fuzz' sometimes because he can make the camera super fuzzy and distorted. Especially if he's looking at it or singing. He sings a lot, by the way."

"Yeah, he's the guitarist!" Jeremy plays air guitar and laughs, "He's so cool. I learned to play guitar because of him."

"Maybe you can get his autograph while he's tearing you limb from limb." Vanessa snaps, "Can we please stay on-topic?"

Eggs raises his hand.

Vanessa casts him a withering look, but lets him speak.

"Could we possibly use Bonnie to cause the other animatronics to malfunction? If they are also electronics?"

"That's… a good idea." Vanessa says, surprised, "But let's get through the rest of these. Foxy is even faster than Bonnie and his eyesight is better. He can see electric currents, magnetic fields, even sound waves in some cases."

"He can see through the cameras too." Mike says, deciding to just keep adding to Vanessa's information, "The manager says I imagined it, but every time I turned the cameras onto Foxy, he would take a moment and look directly at me. He knew the camera was on and he knew I was behind it."

"That's a bit horrifying." Jeremy says.

"Oh yeah- and you can temporarily blind him with a bright light." Mike says, "That's probably the only reason I'm alive right now."

"Yeah- so… flashlights are an important tool for us." Vanessa says, "Make sure you never leave this bus without one."

She looks down at her notes and scribbles something down, "Okay then. Now we just have Freddy. His eyes can glow and he has a music box."

"Is that it?" Jeremy asks.

Vanessa nods, "Unless Mike has some added information for us?"

Mike shrugs, "Uh- not really. He's just a robotic bear. Which is scary enough."

Eggs raises his hand again and Mike wonders if he knows he can just speak without permission. Vanessa gives him a nod of approval.

"I know everyone says they are robotic, but every time I've seen a picture of one, they look real. Well- not like real animals, but like they do in the cartoons. Not like the animatronics from the restaurants."

Vanessa nods, "Good question. But they are robots. I don't think we know why they look the way they do."

"Sure we do." Jeremy says, "Don't you know how this started in the first place?"

Vanessa stares at him blankly, "What?"

Jeremy leans forward, excited to tell the others what he knows, "This all happened because the designer of the animatronics wanted them to be realistic in the restaurants. He wanted them to look just like the cartoons, like Eggs said."

Jeremy spins his chair around and types into a computer, bringing up an image of a small, round disk, "These disks were added to every animatronic. How they work exactly is classified, but they emit a field of some sort that alters how the animatronics appear. It makes them look real. It also seems to have some bad side effects that make them go crazy and want to kill people."

"So if we remove the disks, we should be able to make them harmless again?" Vanessa asks.

"Nope. They tried that. The animatronics seem to be able to emit the necessary field on their own now. The disk evolved them in a way. That's why they can eat and breathe. Who knows what else they're capable of?"

Eggs tilts his head, "Was the disk used on anything else? What kind of robots do you think it would work on?"

"I think it would work on anything, but it's patented by Fazbear Incorporated, so nothing else ever got one. Not that we know of anyway." Jeremy says, "Why do you ask?"

Eggs shrugs and looks away, "Just curious."

Vanessa is furiously scribbling down notes in her notepad. She looks up and gives a tired smile, "Any more questions? Or comments?"

"I don't know, Vanny? Do you have questions?" Jeremy teases, "You seem to be a bit out of your depth."

Vanessa squeezes her pen so hard ink comes out the top, "I was trained for this position. We just didn't have time to go over all the tiny details…"

"You don't have to defend yourself." Mike says, "I'm sure you're the most qualified."

Vanessa seems even more uncomfortable and Mike wonders if his natural tone of speaking came off as sarcastic. He hopes not, but he doesn't want to waste time clarifying.

Vanessa finishes what she was saying, but is clearly off her rhythm. As she speaks, Mike regrets stepping on this bus. If it comes down to the four of them versus the four animatronics, he has a painful idea of how it will end.

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 273

Ladies Drink Free

“Ladies Drink Free”

Plot Description: Mick Davies tags along as the Winchesters hunt for a werewolf. But when a dear friend of theirs is bitten, all bets are off

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: I’m not a high schooler who got busted not studying at my friend’s house, and I wouldn’t be walking along this road damn near alone at night. I’m good

Please tell me the friend who gets bitten ISN’T Claire (but the preview sure makes it seem likely)

Dean’s taking punctuality very serious……orrrrrr he’s looking for literally ANY excuse to not work with the BMoL

DYING at Dean confirming that a flannel is the official unofficial uniform for a Hunter. Like, supernatural shit can happen to ANYONE but the moment you decide to fight back you have to get your standard issue flannel and gun

What happened to driver picks the music, passenger shuts his pie hole? Why are they listening to an educational podcast in Dean’s car?

I love how easily Dean can be bribed. Three star hotel and a couple free little bottles of shampoo and he’s changed his tune about working with the BMoL (but won’t admit it to Mick’s face)

Mmmmm yeahhhh I figured once we were back in the hospital, Mick was also there to kill the girl who got bitten

Hahahahahaaaaa I love dean’s intimidation stare. It’s ACTUALLY really good. And I love how protective he gets (from a respectable distance) over young women. He’s not creepy about it

Of course Sam called Jody. Sam shouldn’t have been left with Claire. Dean’s so much better with her

Yeah. Knew it from the start Claire would get bitten 😭

Please. Don’t let Dean blame himself for whatever happens…

Yeah, the bartender who let both Claire and the other girl in the bar was too obvious

I appreciate that Mick is taking a page or two from the Winchesters’ book

On one hand, I do feel for this guy losing his entire pack, but that does stop at trying to force teenage girls to form a new one with him. “Nice guy” my ass

DO NOT KEEP ME IN THIS SUSPENSE I NEED TO KNOW IF CLAIRE WILL BE ALRIGHT

SHE’S JUST ASLEEP RIGHT?? SHE IS NAPPING YES?? Oh thank god it worked. Both for Claire being alive (primarily for that) but also Dean wouldn’t have forgiven himself is she died and especially if she died and he wasn’t there to be with her in her last moments. But it doesn’t matter! Because she’s very much alive

[ponderinqs]

Pushed Away || JJ Maybank

pairing: jj x reader

warnings: swearing, mentions of abuse, underage drinking, angst, gun usage, SLOW BURN!!!

word count: 3.3k

summary: you’re best friends with jj, but something happens one day, leaving you and the rest of the group confused and worried about him. what happened to him? did you do something to hurt him? or maybe, there’s something rather... emotional going on inside him. something he’s never felt for anyone before in his life.

a/n: here’s me apologizing for not posting this WAYYY sooner. listen,, i got huge writers block for a very long time, and i wasn’t feeling up to anything obx. but now that season 2 has come out, and the fact that i’m at the beach right now (approximately 2 hours away from where they film outer banks), i finally have some motivation to write. soooo yeahhhh. hope you enjoy LMFAOOO. also, read the other parts if u haven’t already!

unedited. please excuse any typos :)

comment if you want tagged !! :)

Part 1

Part 2

Part 3

Part 4

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It’s been about four days since your friends found out about your past. A week since you spoke to any of them.

When you came home that night after seeing Rafe, you and your mother got into a screaming fit over how she needs to stop trying to change you back to who you used to be.

“You don’t get to tell me who I am! I get to choose that!” You yelled, finger pointed at your mother.

“Excuse me?! I am your mother! I can do whatever I need to do to get you to stop turning into someone you’re not!” Now your mother was screaming at you, probably waking the neighbors.

“Life was better when dad was here! Now you’re just a pathetic excuse as a mother!!” You felt regretful for the words that left your mouth, but in the heat of the moment, it felt like the right thing to do.

You felt a hand come across your cheek. “You don’t get to talk to me like that, young lady!”

She left the house shortly after you two fought. Your mother has been gone for a few days, which left you holed up in your room, alone, letting the nasty thoughts fog your brain.

You groaned as you got out of your bed, trudging to the bathroom to see how awful you looked. Your hair was disheveled and you looked like absolute shit. “God…” You whispered, letting your fingers graze your cheek. You winced as you felt a slight sting from the movement. It was still sore, and even if there wasn’t much of a mark anymore, you could still see a slight red tint to it.

You finally decided it was time to leave the house. The sun was beginning to set, but you didn’t want to be holed up in your house for another day. After cleaning up and looking somewhat normal, you walked downstairs and went to open the door, but someone was at the door, just about to knock. It was Pope, looking frantic and scared.

“Y/N! Hi!” He pulled you into a quick hug. “You gotta come quick, there’s something wrong with JJ.” He looked at you, scanning your face for any response, when he saw the slightly reddened cheek mark.

“Who did that?” He spoke softly, his finger touching the mark lightly. “My mother.” You sighed. You didn’t feel like worrying everyone, but it was already happening.

“We can talk about this later, okay? But c'mon, we gotta go.” He nudged his head to his car as the both of you made your way over to the car.

“Is he okay? What’s wrong with him?” You spoke after a few minutes of pure silence while Pope drove. “I really don’t know. He went back home last night and something must’ve happened there. You’re like the only one that can get him to calm down.” He smiled at you as he pulled into the Chateau.

You both got out and walked towards the front, where JJ was seen pacing back and forth, Kiara and John B just watching him. They both saw you and stared, not saying a word.

JJ turned around and saw you, the two of you making eye contact. He stopped pacing, and you saw the sun shine through his beautiful hair, but you also noticed more cuts and bruises scattered around his pretty face.

You approached him with caution, looking into his ocean blue eyes the entire time. The two of you didn’t speak any words, but somehow you still calmed JJ down. You grabbed both of his arms as you looked at his face, examining each and every cut and bruise.

Instead of speaking, you hugged him. You wrapped your arms around his torso tightly, resting your head on his chest. He was hesitant at first, but he also wrapped his arms around your waist, burying his head in your neck.

You felt wetness on your skin, making you hug him even tighter. JJ let out a choked sob, still holding onto you as if you were the only thing keeping him from completely losing it. You stroked his back, your eyes watering as you listened to him cry into you.

“I can’t do it.” He mumbled into your neck in between sobs. Your heart broke for what felt like the hundredth time this week. And again, you couldn’t do anything to help him, which made you feel helpless. All you could do was stand here and hug your best friend, hoping something would make everything stop hurting.

JJ went limp in your arms as the two of you fell to the ground, JJ covering his face with his hands and he continued to cry. “JJ..” You whispered softly, grabbing him and holding him to your chest. You ran your hand through his hair a few times, trying to get him to calm down.

You looked around at the other Pogue members, signaling that they need to give you two a minute. They understood and nodded, walking into the Chateau and closing the door behind them.

After they were gone, you moved JJ away from you as you pulled his hands away from his face. Your foreheads rested against each other’s, the two of you not daring to break eye contact.

His eyes were red and puffy, tears still streaming down his face. He looked at you with his sad eyes as you felt raindrops beginning to fall on the top of your head.

Soon it was beginning to rain even harder, but the two of you just sat outside, staring at each other and not speaking a word. “I can’t deal with him anymore..” JJ’s voice cracked at the end, letting out another choked sob.

You cupped his face with your hands, kissing his forehead lightly. As you pulled his face away, he noticed the faint cheek mark on your face. “Who.. who did that?” He said quietly, his hand coming up to touch it.

Shivers went down your spine as you felt his touch, along with a slight sting. “Shit.” You hissed, looking down at the ground.

“It was your mother, wasn’t it?” He moved his dripping wet hair out of his face, looking into your eyes.

You nodded slowly right as a bolt of lightning cracked in the air. Thunder boomed through the atmosphere within seconds, and the two of you shared the same look. “Let’s go inside, okay?” You grabbed his hand and helped him stand as the two of you went inside.

The three friends looked up at the sound of the door closing, seeing the both of you drenched with your hands still intertwined.

You squeezed his hand, leading him to the extra bedroom. You watched the fragile boy lie down on the bed, turning his back to you.

You turned around and went back out to the rest of your friends. “Um, we’re gonna stay here tonight.” You shuffled your feet.

“Everyone is staying here. The hurricane is coming through right now.” John B sat on one of the couches, finally looking up at you.

You nodded. “He’s gonna be okay, Y/N. Just give him time.” Kiara looked up at you, giving you a slight smile.

You sighed and made your way to the bathroom and grabbed a few towels before you returned to the extra room, seeing JJ in the same position that he was in when you left him.

“Hey, I got some towels so we can dry off.” You got onto the bed and set the towels in front of you. JJ turned around and sat up, grabbing a towel and drying off his hair.

“Do you have extra clothes here?” You asked, and JJ just simply nodded, pointing to the worn down dresser across from the bed. You stood up and walked over, opening it and finding some random clothes for you and JJ.

You tossed JJ a random marina shirt, and a pair of shorts. You found a blue shirt and some sweats, and put them onto the bed. “Well, close your eyes.” You grinned at him, and JJ smirked before covering his eyes with his hand.

You stripped from your wet shirt and tossed it to the corner of the room, making a note to wash it tomorrow. When you looked at JJ, he was peeking out of his hand. “Maybank!!” You giggled as you hurriedly put the shirt on.

“Well, I like the view.” He commented, making the heat rise up to your cheeks. You shook your head and pulled off the drenched pants you had on, rushing to put on the sweatpants.

“Keep em off.” He smirked, his hands now completely away from his eyes. “Oh, shut up.” You finished changing and got into bed, JJ now getting up and changing. “Do I need to close my eyes?” You spoke as if you were a little child.

“That’s up to you.” He smirked again. You decided not to as you watched him slowly peel his wet shirt off of his body.

Without realizing it, you were biting your lip and staring at his defined torso. “Take a picture, it’ll last longer.” JJ laughed, pulling the dry shirt onto him and then taking off his drenched shorts.

Seeing JJ in his boxers was something you never thought you would witness, but I guess it had to happen sometime, right? He slid on his shorts and got back into bed.

Rain pattered against the window, along with the occasional lightning strikes and thunder. The two of you sat in the darkness for what felt like hours.

“Why did your mother slap you?” JJ spoke, the air thick with something you couldn’t quite explain.

“I called her a pathetic excuse for a mother. So she slapped me. Then she left.” You turned to face JJ, your faces inches away from each other.

“Why didn’t you come to see us? You were gone for a long time, or at least a long to the three of us. We were all scared and confused.” JJ’s hand moved to rest on your cheek, staring at you. Even in total darkness, he could make out your features.

“I didn’t want to. I thought you guys hated me.” You relaxed into his touch, sighing.

“We don’t hate you, Y/N. We are all just a little disappointed that you never told us.” He moved a piece of your hair out of your face, tucking it behind your ear.

The tension was thick, and it scared you. You’ve never been this vulnerable to each other. JJ never let his guard down, and neither did you. The time you shared outside was something that has never happened before.

“Do you feel better?” You spoke softly, wondering if that was the right thing to say. You didn’t know if you were overstepping any boundaries the two of you had. A lightning bolt lit up the sky, followed by a large boom of thunder as JJ began to talk.

“Yeah.. I’m fine. Don’t worry about me.” He shrugged it off and pulled the thin blanket up to his chest. You gave him a confused look. “JJ, I will always worry about you. That’s what friends do. We always look after each other and make sure the other one is okay.” You scooted yourself closer to him. You felt him shiver as your arm grazed his.

“Just don’t bother worrying about me, okay? I’ll survive.” His finger reached up to his face to touch the multiple cuts and bruises on his face. You heard him wince as the wind picked up outside.

Rain began rapidly pattering against the window, wind shaking the trees and scraping up against the side of the shack.

“JJ look.. I’m sorry for going full ghost on you guys for that long. I should’ve let you all know that I was okay.” You whispered, your hand resting on his shoulder as you laid your side to look at him.

“Nah I get it. I do it too.” JJ shrugged. You stared into his blue eyes, trying to figure out what was going on inside of that beautiful brain of his. He was too focused on the storm outside to realize that you were staring at him. When he finally made eye contact with you, your heart seemed to have skipped a beat.

“What?” He asked, his voice soft and caring. “Nothing.” You mumbled and laid down, getting comfortable with your pillow and the blanket you were currently sharing with JJ.

“Goodnight, Y/N.” JJ said before he turned on his side and tried to fall asleep. You were facing his back, your eyes glued to him. Slowly but surely your eyes closed and you both fell asleep to the sound of the wind and rain outside.

-

When you opened your eyes the next morning, you felt a heavy weight on your chest. Looking down, you saw JJ sleeping on you, his hand draped across your stomach with soft snores emitting from his mouth. You smiled and brushed some hair out of his face. You inspected his small cuts and bruises on his face, your index finger grazing each and every one of them.

Soon JJ’s eyes peeled open and he looked up at you. “What are you doing?” He mumbled, his eyes darting to your lips and then back up to your eyes.

“Oh, nothing. Good morning.” You replied, moving your finger away from his face. JJ rolled himself off of you and got out of bed, mumbling a ‘good morning’ before he exited the room and went to find the others. You followed him shortly after, finding no one in the living room.

“Uh.. guys?” JJ questioned, walking around the small boat house as he tried to find his friends. You then spotted John B outside, along with Kiara and Pope. “JJ, they’re outside.” You spoke before walking outside.

You looked around at the damage the hurricane had caused. Branches and twigs were scattered around the yard, along with a lot of random debris covering most of the grass. “Holy shit. She really did a number.” JJ admitted, walking around the yard, stepping on some twigs and picking random stuff up.

“Yeah, no kidding.” John B replied, his hands on his hips as he looked around at all the damage.

Surprisingly, the Chateau didn’t take much damage. You had noticed a bucket sitting on the floor earlier, so there must be a leak. Other than that, there wasn’t much else that needed repairing.

Suddenly, your phone in your pocket started to ring. Grabbing it, you saw the caller ID and it showed that it was your mom. “You have to be kidding me.” You muttered under your breath.

Catching your friends’ attention, they all turned to look at you. “Your mom?” Pope asked, wincing to himself once you nodded.

You answered the call and put your phone up to your ear. “Y/F/N Y/L/N, what in the hell do you think you’re doing?!” She screamed through the phone.

“What do you mean?” You kept your voice calm and controlled, because you knew if you raised your voice this phone call would be a lot worse than it already is.

“Leaving the house when I’m not there?! Doing god knows what with those low life’s?!” Your mom responded through the phone, her voice getting increasingly louder by the second.

“First of all, you left me!! What the hell was I supposed to do holed up in that house?! And I have told you this time and time again, they are not low lifes!” You retaliated back, making sure that your mom knew that she was in the wrong.

“That’s what you think.” She responded flatly. You just scoffed. “You make me sick, mom. You really do.” You responded, beginning to walk around in circles.

“You need to come back home. I mean it.” Your mom responded sternly. She could do anything, but nothing would tear you away from your real family.

“No. I am not coming back home for a while.” You shook your head, making eye contact with Kie.

“Excuse me? Yes you are. I will send the cops after you if I have to.” She responded, now raising her voice yet again.

“I cannot believe how disrespectful you are right now, mom. No, I am not coming home. You have given me so many reasons to not come home. I am going to stay here where I am more loved. Fuck off.” You yelled and ended the call, not caring about what she had to respond with.

“God, Y/N, I am so sorry you have to deal with her. That’s horrible.” Kiara walked up to you and gave you a hug. You hugged her back, resting your head on her shoulder.

The rest of the Pogues soon surrounded you and hugged you. You smiled as everyone hugged you.

-

About 30 minutes later, everyone was standing around a large fire that had started to burn all the twigs and branches scattered across the yard, when a Range Rover pulled up next to John B’s van.

You were not surprised when you saw Rafe get out of the car. “Oh hell no..” John B scoffed, walking over to Rafe.

“John B.. John B. Relax. I’m just here for Y/N.” Rafe smirked as he looked over at you, holding his hand out to stop John B.

“Rafe. Get out of here.” You told him, staying near JJ just in case he tries to do something.

“I got you, I got you.” JJ whispered in your ear, placing his hands on your hips as he held you close.

“It was your mom again.” Rafe’s voice got louder as he started to walk closer to you.

“I don’t care about her. Now leave.” Your heartbeat began to rise as he got closer and closer.

“Nah, I don’t think I will do that.” Rafe was now four feet in front of you.

“Hey, buddy, back it up!!” JJ yelled, staring at Rafe to make sure he doesn’t make any sudden movements.

“Aw look, you have a bodyguard. How adorable. You know, Y/N, me and you had history. I used to be your bodyguard. Isn’t that right?” Rafe smirked at you.

Before anyone could react, Rafe grabbed you by the arm and pulled you towards him. He held you close to his back, his arm locked across your chest.

“You dickhead!” JJ screamed and ran over to grab you.

Suddenly, Rafe pulled out a gun, causing everyone to stop in their tracks.

He clocked the gun at you, the barrel sitting right on your head. You gasped, tears trickling down your face.

“Tell them, Y/N. Tell them what we were.” Rafe said, smirking as he looked around at the group.

“Put down the gun and I will!!” You yelled, only causing Rafe to push the gun onto your head more. You let out a yell.

“Oh, I don’t know about that. I think you just better tell them now.” Rafe looked down at you, smirking.

“Me and Rafe,” you sniffled, looking down at the ground. “we had.. history. More than what I have told you. We… we dated.” You let out a choked sob.

Rafe slowly moved the gun away from your head. “See? Wasn’t so hard, was it?” He grinned, stilling holding you close to his body.

All of the Pogues looked at you in disbelief. You couldn’t even find it in you to look at JJ.

“Cmon, Y/N. Let’s go.” Rafe gave your friends a little wave before he walked over to his car with you and shoved you into the passenger seat.

You were unable to fight him. You gave up, just staring at the floor of the car.

As Rafe started the car up, your friends started to run after you. Rafe quickly backed up out of his spot and peeled away. The last thing you saw out of the passenger side window was JJ, looking scared and very upset.

[5-seconds-of-bucky]

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A/N: *Emoji title because I have no clue what to name this* I got so many comments on this blurb about the fish and I felt legally obligated to write something about it so here ya go :) It was supposed to be a small blurb but I got carried away 😉

Summery: Your son gets his fish

Word count: 1.7k

Warnings: None

“Daddy, can I open the really big one first?” Jack asked as soon as he laid his eyes on the large object wrapped in shiny paper next to the Christmas tree. He ran over to the gift, placing his hands on the top and leaning in close to it. There were plenty of gifts for him and Lilli in the living room, but he was of course enticed by the largest one.

“Hold on, bubs. Let me take your picture in front of the tree,” you said, grabbing your phone from the coffee table and snapping a few pictures of him. He moved back towards the gift again as Shawn walked in with a tired looking Lilliana on his hip. “Let’s take another one with Lilli.”

Shawn sat Lilliana down next to Jack, letting you take a few more pictures before scooping her back into his arms.

“Can I open it now?” Jack asked hopping up, antsy to see what could possibly be under the paper he wanted so badly to rip away.

“Let’s start off with some smaller gifts, kiddo,” Shawn suggested as he sat down next to you.

“Why don’t we start with this one?” You grabbed a smaller one from beneath the tree and handed it to him, watching his eyes light up as he saw what was inside.

It continued like that for a while: you and Shawn handing out gifts to Jack and helping Lilli open some of hers After nearly 45 minutes of unwrapping, you were almost done. The only unopened gift was the big surprise Jack was adamant you let him open soon.

“Alrighty, last one, bubs.” You held up your phone, wanting to get what you knew was going to be a very excited reaction on tape.

Jack didn’t need to be told another word, quickly getting to work and tearing the paper off like his life depended on it. He paused once the top was visible, immediately screaming with excitement and jumping around. Lilli got excited too, wiggling around and squealing even though she had no idea what was going on.

“What’d you get?” Shawn asked through his laughs.

“Fissssh!”

“Well let’s see it. Take the rest of the wrapping paper off.”

He went over to fully unwrap the present, revealing a fish tank with various fish furniture in it. There was obviously no fish in it, but that did nothing to deter Jack’s excitement. He’d been asking for a fish for so long. It was a five year old’s dream come true.

“We’re getting a fishy!”

As happy as you were that he was excited, you didn’t hear about non-fish related come out of his mouth for the next three days. Every day, at least six times a day, he’d ask when you were going to go get the fish. Santa brought the fish home but he wanted Jack to pick out the fish himself so Jack was going to have to wait until you could drive him to the store to get one.

“We’re going to go on Sunday,” you kept telling him. You and Shawn both wanted to be there when he picked one out, which meant that you had to wait until both of you had the day off. Jack was growing more impatient by the day and you did your best to distract him from the topic by talking about anything else but fish, but it only worked for so long before he was thinking back to it and asking you when you were going to get it.

You woke up before everyone else on Saturday morning; a rarity in the Mendes household. You were usually woken up by someone accidentally being too loud at 7 a.m. but it appeared that everyone was worn out from the night before. You had a family game night that got intense when you played Candy Land and you and Shawn got to the end before Jack. Jack was not too happy about that so you ended up playing about seven rematches and everyone was hyped up the whole time.

You were able to sit on the porch for forty-five minutes or with your mug of tea before Lilli found you, pulling you inside to pour her a bowl of cereal. She was telling you about her dream as you put a small bowl of Cheerios in front of her when Jacked skipped in, barreling into you to give you a hug.

“Good morning, mommy!” he said rather loudly, making you cringe just the slightest. It was too early for yelling.

“Morning, bubs.” You bent down to kiss the top of his head. “What’cha want for breakfast?”

“Cereal!”

“Alright, go sit down with Lilli.”

He let go of you and jumped into a chair, swinging his feet and humming some random song he made up while you made his breakfast.

“Mommy?”

“Hmm?”

“Are we getting the fish today?”

“Jack, I’ve told you enough times. We’re going-”

“Today!” Shawn announced as he entered the kitchen.

“Yeahhhh!” Jack screamed as he jumped down from the chair, running straight into Shawn’s legs to give him a hug. Shawn picked him up and peppered kisses all over his son’s face, then tossing him slightly in the air, causing Jack to burst out into loud giggles.

“Daddy, me too!” Lilli chanted from her highchair, stretching her arms out to her father. Shawn put Jack back in his seat before taking Lilli out of hers and tossing her a few times as well.

“That’s enough yelling,” you said, happy that everyone was excited but wanting to spare your ears. “Thank you.”

“When are we going?”

“Once everyone eats breakfast and gets changed.”

Jack practically snatched the bowl out of your hands as you put in front of him, eating as quickly as he could before racing to his room to pick out some clothes.  

“Morning, baby,” Shawn said after placing a kiss on your lips once Jack went to his room. “How’re you feeling this morning?”

“Feeling alright,” you replied. “Don’t you have to go to the studio today?”

“Nah, took the day off. Thought we’d surprise Jack.”

“He could’ve waited until tomorrow, you know. He needs to learn to be patient.”

“Yeah, but I think if you hear him ask when we were going to get the fish one more time you might explode so I thought I’d divert that situation.” He placed his hands on the side of your baby bump as he smiled down at you.  

“You know me so well.”

“I am your husband.” He leaned down for another kiss, squeezing your sides to elicit a giggle from you. “Now, get some food in that belly and get dressed so we can go get that fish.”

An hour later, everyone was dressed and ready to go. You buckled the kids in their carseats and drove to the pet store, letting Jack talk himself to death about how excited he was. He was ready to jump out of the car the second it was in park but Shawn stopped him, telling him that the fish weren’t going anywhere and he needed to be safe if he wanted to get one.

Jack grabbed Shawn’s hand as you unbuckled Lilli and placed her on your hip. You walked across the parking lot, having to remind Jack that he needed to be holding someone’s hand as he walked into the store. Shawn had to jog to keep up with the energetic toddler.

You walked through the doors together and Jack looked around to find the fish section. He spotted it pretty quickly and tugged on Shawn’s arm so they could go over there. The four of you made your way to the wall of tiny fish tanks and Jack jumped up and down at the sight of it.

“Daddy, look at all the fish!” His grip left Shawn’s hand to get closer to the tanks with various colorful fish. “Look at this one! It’s eyes are so big!”

You both laughed as you shifted Lilli to your other hip, walking closer to look at the fish with eyes too large for its head. Before either of you could make a comment about the fish, Jack was already moving to the next tank to see what was inside.

“This one is rainbow!”

“Me see!” Lilli said. You put her down on the ground, following close behind as she toddled over to Jack. “Fishy!”    

The two of them walked across the wall, Jack telling Lilli what color each of them was as they stopped to look at each tank.

“We did a good job,” Shawn commented as he came over to stand closer and wrap an arm around your waist.

“With what? Driving our kids to the pet store?” You kept your eyes on them, not wanting to look away in case they wandered off.

“I mean making and raising them but that too I guess,” he chuckled, resting his head atop yours.

“Well we got one more coming so I wouldn’t say anything quite yet.”

“Oh stop, you know they’re going to be just as great as these two.”

“I know.” You turned your head to kiss his shoulder. “Three’s a lot though.”

“We’re going to be fine. No stress, it’s bad for the baby.”

You rolled your eyes at that, pushing him off of you playfully.

“Mommy, daddy, I want this one!” Jack said eagerly, pointing to a tank full of red and blue fish.

“Ooh, that’s a pretty one, Jack,” you said as you made your way to him, crouching down to get a better look at the fish swimming around.

Shawn found an associate to get the fish into a bag as Jack blabbered to the fish about what the outside world is like.

“We live in a big house. And there’s a playground near it! Daddy takes me to it all the time. Maybe you can come too!”

The associate handed the plastic bag to a beaming Jack, who took hold of the bag like it was the most delicate of babies.

“This is my little sister, Lilli.” He proudly turned the bag so the fish was facing his sister. “Lilli, say hi!”

“Hi, fishy!” Lilli waved at the fish.

“Wait, mommy, can the fishy get a sister too?”

You looked at Shawn.

“I don’t see why not,” he said with a shrug.

So now you were a family of six, and soon to be seven.

Taglist //add yourself//masterlist 

@fallinallincurls @lonelyreputation @musicalkeys @voguesir @shawnsreputation @drayshadow @otaculo @mendesficsxbombay @aelingathynius

(Strikethrough means I couldn’t tag you) 

[darlingpetao3]

Moment of Truth (Harry Wells x Reader)

Rating: T

Summary: When your current problem-meta uses a truth serum intended for them on you, the truth about your feelings for a certain grumpy scientist come to light... in his presence, no less!

Tag List: @blogforhoes

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You’re still a little banged up from the metahuman attack the other day, but it’s nothing you can’t deal with. After all, you’re tough as nails and you’re going to get that meta back if it’s the last thing you do.

Team Flash did manage to capture their partner in crime, however. The unlucky meta who practically bursts through walls with their brute strength - "Kool-Aid Man" as you like to call him (Cisco gave your nickname for this one ‘a hard pass’), is safely locked away in the pipeline while their telekinetic counterpart roams free.

“Caitlin, do you have the truth serum finished yet?” you hound your friend and teammate, peering over her shoulder. She’s been working on it since the attack. It has to be ready by now. The plan is to use it on the MIA meta, Vaderette (Cisco almost approved your nickname on her, but thought it needed more discussion), so that Team Flash can find her ringleader. Her boss. The head honcho.

“I can say with certainty that, yes, it’s finally finished,” the biochemist declares, surely keeping her annoyance at your persistence in check.

"Would you look at that, (Y/L/N)," Harry says in the doorway to the testing lab, arms folded across his chest. "It only took your million and first inquiry before you got the answer you wanted."

“Yeah, yeah, shove it, Wells,” you retort while trying to hide your blush. It was always better to dish it back to Harry and appear tough around him, than to succumb to the little heart-eyed schoolgirl urges you felt on the inside. “Let’s get this to Vaderette.”

“Don’t let Cisco hear you call her that,” Caitlin jokes, with a playful eye roll. She hands you the completed serum.

“Is that for moi?” comes a voice from the entrance to the Cortex. You freeze. Vaderette. The damn woman who gave you these bruises. She waltzes in with her stiletto heels and leather ensemble — all she’s missing a mask to cover her stupidly beautiful face. Maybe you could give her some breathing problems to complete her whole look.

Your free hand curls into a fist.

“Yeah, open wide,” you growl. “You’re about to tell us where your boss is hiding.”

She laughs airily. “Yeah, right.”

With a flick of her wrist, Caitlin gets pushed against the table in the testing lab, and a clicking sound tells you the door to the room has been locked. Caitlin bangs on the door. You go to press the distress call button on your phone, but Vaderette makes sure to send your phone flying across the Cortex.

Dammit.

The meta takes long, purposeful steps towards you, but Harry intercepts.

“Stay away from h-!” he snarls, but grunts when the intruder makes a claw with her hand in the air, using her powers to throw Harry against the wall. He’s pinned there by an invisible force, no matter the amount of struggle he tries to keep up.

“Tell me where you’re keeping my partner in this place,” she demands.

“Don’t tell her,” Harry orders you, but lets out a yell as if Vaderette has increased her force on him. Oh God, it pains you to see him hurting like this, unable to fight back, but you’re not going to give in to this woman.

“Well then,” she says slowly, “maybe I’ll just use your own supply against you?” With her other hand, she forces your hand that clutches the truth serum vial towards your lips. “Drink it. Or your boyfriend gets it.”

“He’s not my boyfriend,” you squeal, almost sounding as if the thought alone disgusted and humoured you. But that wasn’t the answer the meta woman wanted. When you see Harry’s face turn red, then pale and clutch his throat, you realize that she’s Force-choking him.

“Stop! Stop, okay, I’ll do it!” You drink from the vial and scrunch your face up at the tart taste, not quite finishing it.

Did it work?

“Alright,” Vaderette says, “now, where you have my partner locked up?”

“The pipeline!” the answer flies out of your mouth without so much as a fight. “Now, let Harry go!”

“Where is this pipeline?” she presses, clearly still wary about the effects of the serum.

“Down the hall, around the bend, and on the left,” you offer desperately, unable to stop watching Harry struggle to breathe.

“Are you lying to me?” she asks.

“No! Now just let him go!”

“Okay, fine. I’ll let your boyfriend go.”

“He’s not my boyfriend!” you shout. “But I wish he was!”

Oh shit. You cover your mouth, wishing you can just reel those words back. Could it be possible that Harry was too concerned with trying to breathe that he didn’t hear what you said?

A happily surprised Vaderette runs off, heels clacking down the hall - this stuff must be legit then. Harry falls to his knees on the floor, gasping for air. You rush to help him up.

“Are you okay?” you ask, searching his face for any more distress.

“I’ll be fine,” he says with a rough voice and scratches his head while getting up. You really hope maybe he wasn’t paying attention when you confessed back there. “So… you wish I was your boyfriend, huh?”

You yell in horror that he did, in fact, hear it, but your “ahhhhh!” comes out as a "yeahhhh!”

Spinning around, you scurry over to the computer monitors and issue out an emergency signal to the Team to handle this meta because you officially can’t even deal. Harry follows closely behind you.

“Why haven’t you mentioned you… like me before?” he asks tentatively.

You do not want to do this right now, you’d put it off for so much longer if you could, but there’s no way to stop this truth serum coursing through you from working.

“Because I didn’t know how you’d take it and I didn’t want you to reject me or look down on me when you learned how I felt,” it spills out in one long run-on answer.

“You didn’t need to worry about that, (Y/L/N),” he says, then clears his throat. “Trust me.”

“Why?”

It looks like he’s having some kind of internal conflict, but then Harry strides over to where you’d set down the truth serum vial. He tosses the remaining bit of the serum back, walks back over to you, and grips your shoulders.

“Because I have feelings for you too,” Harry confesses, now without an ounce of hesitation in his words.

“You, Harrison Wells, have feelings?” you laugh. At least the serum hasn’t taken away your ability to tease the man.

“I do, believe it or not,” he responds, amused, “and I’ve adored you for a long time.”

“How long?” you press.

“Fifty-three days.”

“Wow,” you draw out the word. “No kidding?”

“No kidding. Impossible to kid right now, actually.” Holy shit, Harry Wells is turning red. And not from lack of oxygen to his lungs. It’s this conversation. This is everything. It’s too much, but now you want it all.

“So… now what?” you look up into his soft blue eyes. The little crushing schoolgirl inside you knows exactly what you want to happen in this moment, but alas, your shared meaningful gaze is interrupted.

“If you two are through,” Caitlin yells from behind the locked door, “could one of you get me out of here?!”

~

Requested by @jarvisbarton: Request! To help with a meta attack you and snow develop a truth telling serum and unfortunately it works a little too well when the meta breaks in and forces you to use it on yourself and you confess your feelings for Harry.

[im-illegal]

soft asks to get to know people!!Do-em-all?

I KNEW I KEPT THIS ASK IN MY INBOX FOR A REASON I KNEW ID FIND THE ASK GAME AGAIN ONE DAY HERE YOU ARE FINALLY I DID NOT FORGET

1. what song makes you feel better?

currently,,, Old Black Train by The Blasting Company

2. what’s your feel-good movie?

just give me some studio-ghibli

3. what’s your favorite candle scent?

lemon :]

4. what flower would you like to be given?

I saw some trans flag colored orchids once I think those'd be pog

5. who do you feel most you around?

uhhh Here or around a friend i haven't seen around in a while

6. say three nice things about yourself (three physical and three non-physical).

1) I actually really like my long hair

2) I got fuckin eyebrows for days

3) i have. thigh pillows

1) I'm nice or I'd like to think I am

2) I'm good at some things

3) I like the fact that I like hot cocoa

7. what color brings you peace?

a pastel yellow or the colour my blog is rn

8. tag someone (or multiple people) who make you feel good. 

too lazy

9. what calms you down?

hm,, uh,, sometimes playing minecraft, sometimes drawing, watching streams has been pretty calming, and a select set of music and specific podcast episodes

10. what’s something you’re excited for?

honestly I am very exited for ranboo seeing dream in the prison atm

11. what’s your ideal date?

stars n lookin at em probably

12. how are you?

sick and not as in cool

13. what’s your comfort food?

hm,, carbs,, sopapillas w honey n powdered sugar

14. favorite feel-good show?

haikyuu!! maybe,, or adventure time

15. for every emoji you get, tag someone and describe them in one word.

am confusion

16. compliment the person who sent you this number.

you're very lovely and a very good friend

17. fairy lights or LED lights?

uhh LED only if they have very low colour settings otherwise fairy lights because I can't handle a lot of light and they're pretty dim and look nice

18. do you still love stuffed animals?

yes I have a very nice stuffed fox and cat in a noodle cup

19. most important thing in your life?

uhh fuck if i know either my tumblr minecraft im djsjjs idk

20. what do you want most in the world right now?

not to be sick? or at least have a vauge idea of what temperature my body is at I am surving off of being buried under a blanket on one side while my other side has a fan pointed at it

21. if you could tell your past self one thing, what would it be?

know your own strength you'll feel guilty about it later if you don't

22. what would you say to your future self?

does that fic end any good?

23. favorite piece of clothing?

collage sweater that my grandma sent and I kinda took it smells like her house which is comforting

24. what’s something you do to de-stress?

Sleep or listen to the same playlist I made for when im stressed

25. what’s the best personal gift someone could give you (playlist, homemade card, etc.)

uh. hm. idk. uham. a playlist maybe would be. cool. rocks though. or a good stick yeah yeahhhh a stick a good stick

26. what movie would you want to live in?

uhahh howl movin castle

27. which character would you want to be?

calcifer :]

28. hugs or hand-holding?

hugs

29. morning, afternoon or night?

my brain sure wants to say night because I keep falling asleep at 3-4am because thats what is set as my auto-sleep schedule

30. what reminds you of home (doesn’t have to mean house… just things that remind you of the feeling of home)?

warm but a fans still running in the background. petting a dog while half asleep. someone petting /my/ hair while half asleep. shitty mattresses.

[nyrator]

been feeling like venting, so just some random vents- then afterwards, JSRF ramblings because I just beat that game

turning 29 at the end of the week, not looking forward to it- turning 30 next year terrifies me

mother’s funeral was friday, got that out of the way relatively painlessly (other than having to spend an extra 800 dollars just to bury my sister with her, about $4500 by the end of it

gofundme raised about $2000, other donations about $1300 last I counted (probably higher), so most of it was covered

yesterday my mother’s 70 year old best friend held a party at a bar for my mother’s friends and I was obligated to go, bunch of crazy old women talking like sailors, drinking and smoking pot and laughing about all the drugs they did and all the times they got raped (yeahhhh), the only person I was comfortable around was the best friend. And then the party ends two hours late, we’re getting kicked out of the bar, and this friend falls bending down to grab a picture of my mother that she dropped, smashes her face into the floor, and collapses with a pool of blood under her face, unmoving, right in front of me. I couldn’t get the words out that I’d go and pick the photo up for her before she went to get it, and I regret it

Thankfully, she only had a concussion and a broken nose, she started responding after about a minute of just lying there, but it messed me up, I think.

I’ve been debating if I want to start drinking. I never tried before, mainly because my father was an abusive and violent alcoholic. The other reason is because I’m afraid what I’d do to myself if I had no inhibitions in place, I feel like I’d be very dangerous to myself.

neck has been stiff for two days. Probably slept on it wrong. Also keep feeling like I get different symptoms of covid every so often after exposing myself to the public (that bar was packed with old people who wouldn’t wear masks and had no concept of personal space). Today my throat’s been sore and I can barely breathe.

my boss told me I can go back to work as soon as the funeral’s finished- not sure if I should call her to remind her or wait for her to call me, she texted me last week and I told her the funeral was on friday. But my coworker was also wondering and asked me today, and I didn’t know what to tell her, since my boss doesn’t want me to let her know just yet because of how limited they’re open (three days a week, four hours a day)

relationships are very hard

I’m a terrible person who does the bare minimum to help someone who’s terribly lonely and depressed, and it’s like I’m backed into a corner in desperation from being unable to do anything about it. I’ve caused so much harm to this relationship that I wonder if there’s any way it can survive sometimes

It’s always the case, though- I can’t get myself to do more than the minimum effort it takes, and my social anxiety prevents me from ever initiating anything, which has cost me so many people that I shouldn’t be surprised at this point. And I can feel that awful, selfish bitterness inside of me, that part of my father and my sister that’s in me that I try to suppress, and I hate it.

my diet is going well enough, lost over five pounds since starting it late August. But it’s mostly because I just dislike eating, so eating in portions is easier for me. And then there are days like today, where I just don’t eat at all. Just ate one slice of bread, 30g of peanut butter, and a small cup of ice cream today, and I don’t even feel hungry. Normally I try to get some food in me, but today I’m just too disgusted to even try to make dinner.

My sleep’s also been weird, still. Been going to bed later and later again, but can’t stay asleep. Usually only sleep in bouts of 3-4 hours, then just lay awake until I’m half asleep long enough that I feel the urge to give up and get up. It’s been like that for weeks now, I can’t remember the last full night of sleep I’ve gotten.

In lighter news, finally got back to playing JSRF. Beat it the other night after 24.5 hours of game time, just have a few more challenges left (did everything from Dogenzaka Hill to the Bottom of the Sewage Facility so far), got all graffiti and souls possible before beating the final boss. Played it via emulator (which worked great except for crashing when entering the graffiti selection occasionally) with a Switch Pro Controller, felt really good. I own it and the original Xbox for it, but just am spoiled by a PC experience, I suppose.

The gameplay is great, but the level design leaves a funny taste in my mouth. Aesthetics are worse than JSR for me, while music... it’s tough to say, it’s different than JSR, but really grew on me. Sometimes it felt more like noise (I remember the Sewage tracklist not speaking to me too much at first with the more ambient-ish tracks), but it did grow on me a lot. Baby-T was my Garage theme the entire game, such a great track.

Naganuma’s music in the first game was definitely the weakest of the original’s OST (still good of course), but in Future I feel he really stepped up his game. Teknopathetic is one of my favorite songs in the new OST.

speaking of favorite music, here’s mine from each game:

Bout the City

Dragula

Magical Girl

Miller Ball Breakers

Mischievous Boy

On the Bowl (A.Fargus Mix)

Rock It On

Super Brothers

Yellow Bream

Aisle 10

Baby-T

Birthday Cake

Count Latchula

I'm Not a Model

Like It Like This Like That

Rockin' the Mic

Statement of Intent

Teknopathetic

The Scrappy

(shout outs to Girls from the one JSR CD, haven’t listened to much of the other exclusive songs to it, but Girls was good)

but yeah, my minor gripes with Future

Linear level design was a bit painful (missing a jump and not being able to backtrack a lot was bleh), and the later levels were very painful (the sewage area and the rooftops are come to mind, skyscraper to a lesser extent but I liked the skyscraper one a bit more), but at the same time, they force you to get good, which I can appreciate, so hm. Still, a checkpoint system (especially since there are save points) or unlocking shortcuts would be a bit more convenient, if not entirely necessary.

Not having a way to stop auto-grinding, even if just holding down a trigger or something- the way I latched onto rails especially in the sewage area was painful

Points challenges mainly being “find the special points rail and just spamming Y” on it was a bit odd (mainly for the Jet Techs so far, just five minutes of spamming Y...), but I like how the combos feel in this game, especially X combos to speed up. Has a rhythm that’s hard to explain but just feels natural.

Also street challenges should’ve been explained better in general, had to look up most of the special ones (and glitched out the Shibuya Terminal one many times until realizing the fix was just “hop all over each platform multiple times and hope it counts”, the second one next to the tilted platform specifically for me

Mew/Bis/Rhyth’s redesign still hurts, but you better believe she’s the character I used throughout the entire game after unlocking her

Storywise, I think I like JSR’s take better- Professor K being a neutral party and more amusing/less insulting, Onishima > Hayashi, and the character designs and artstyle I overall prefer from the first game

Felt like it tried to add things that just didn’t really work sometimes (Death Ball comes to mind, though I haven’t messed with Versus yet, the story mission was very easy compared to how they hyped it up), and the boss battles were all... strange. Tagging enemies on that roller coaster level, having to grind up to that one Hayashi boss fight over and over and over, then even moreso for the final boss... never got much use out of targeting enemies, spinning circles around them, or things like the railgrab for high jumps or skidding to slow down for graffiti, either, but maybe they have their uses.

But man, the game did feel fun to play, just frustrating to explore, I think. I still like the idea of making Skatered, even more after playing this game. Maybe I could learn modding, or something...

Oh yeah, also got all the pieces of my costume together (minus some eva foam), we’ll see how that goes. Not looking forward to assembling it, honestly, but I can’t back out now. Main regret I think is the tights, being unable to find striped ones (and the solid ones I bought being a bit too see-through, I should’ve bought a size up maybe). Still not confident enough in my makeup abilities, either.

and one last bit of light news- I finally got my Kuja figure, he’s so beautiful and detailed and I need a good place to put him

[thewaterisblackwithvenom]

HoW DID I NOT REALLY THINK ABOUT THIS

Reading cupofcowboys tags on a Kieran post f*cking. Pointed out another thing to me that makes me ???? about Kieran. 

His day starts out as it has for the past like, month.

Tied to a tree, starving, dehydrated, ridiculed, sobbing.

Is threatened with castration.

To make a point how much he dislikes Colm he flat out states to Dutch Van Der Linde’s big stinky face that he likes Colm less then he likes him, “no offense” (I love that Dutch literally was like “pfft none taken!” he does win points 4 that)

Has to hang onto Marston’s greasy *ss the entire ride to the cabin(yes I’m throwing this in here bc I will never not harass John about why he didn’t BATHE), a man with Great Authority Arthur: John? Shut that boy up. John: Enough out of you! (fsldkfj that’s my boy. Tho honestly, considering how you can f*cking knock your captives in the face on bounty missions, John really gets points for literally just saying “shut up” instead of threatening and/or hitting him. Thank u John) 

While hanging on to Marston’s greasy *ss, has the balls to flat out say that they’re not that different than the O’Driscoll’s. For a guy who obviously wants to live, that is like. One of the dumbest f*cking things he could’ve said. Like boy. You might have a point but mayhaps keep your mouth shut?? Like two minutes ago the giant dude behind you was threatening to castrate you with a knife. But damn go off I guess.

Once they get to the cabin, stays behind and watches his former gang get slaughtered. That could’a been you kid.

Somewhere along the lines picks up a gun?? Honestly that was a bit of a risky move. A prisoner flat out picking up a weapon, and strapping on a damn gunbelt in front of three people who are really just looking for a reason to kill him. Like this was before anything was said about what they were gonna do with him. Wtf was he thinking.

Ofc, saves Arthur’s life. Shot that b*tch in the kidney. Or stomach. Liver. Idk I’m not a doctor I never remember what organs are where leave me alone

Is accused of setting them up, quickly has to blurt out the obvious

Once he’s cleared to go run off, points out he’s pretty much dead out there and flat out states I’m one of you now. Boy.

And then right after they’re like “yeahhhh alright, fine, I guess. Ugh.” he’s all “oh btw did u find the money?? YEA it’s in the chimney!!” and pretty much skips off to go look. This motherf*cker has had literally the worst day. The high point is being dragged into yet another gang who’s only less terrible than the O’Driscolls, and not being castrated or killed. And then he gets genuinely giddy and excitable about stealing money from his ex leader.

If I was half as resilient as Kieran f*cking Duffy, I’d be pretty much unstoppable. I cannot believe I ever thought he’d just be an anxious little pushover lmao.

[brightbriar-writes]

@tenderwulf tagged me!! :D

1. Do you ever make your bed?

I mean I guess that depends on your definition of making a bed??? Often by the time I wake up like half the sheets have been pushed to the side/off the bed entirely so I take a second to fix that each night, but I don’t usually bother to tuck them in or anything???

2. What’s your favorite number?

9 ^^

3. What’s your job?

I work in a bookstore! In a lot of ways it’s very on brand for me except that I haven’t read a whole book for fun for like,, two years alfjsksk (I want to though!) I’m also a full-time student studying undergrad law/music (composition for film and video games :3)

4. If you could go back to school, would you?

Nooooooooooo, I mean I had a great time in school but the restrictions on my freedom and time as well as constantly being patronised would drive me a bit insane

5. Can you parallel park?

I don’t have a drivers licence alfjskdks, I want to learn to drive but it’s just never something I’ve prioritised?

6. A job you had that would surprise people?

The bookstore job is my first job! My mum has a farm that I work on sometimes though which tends to surprise people?

7. Do you believe aliens are real?

Absolutely if we’re talking about like, microscopic organisms! As for advanced civilisations I like to think it’s possible but idk if we’ll ever cross paths with each other since the universe is so big and the balance of life is so delicate, and in the grand scheme of things our existence as a species hasn’t lasted very long, nor do we know how much longer it will last, let alone how long-lived other civilisations might be, and we don’t know if they exist at the same time as us. The universe is so big

8. Can you drive a manual car?

Actually yes!! Despite not having a licence I can drive a manual car around a paddock at like 30 km/h without any major disasters thanks to farm work lmao

9. What’s your guilty pleasure?

Bubble tea, pretty dice sets, watching vine/tiktoks/starkid out of context compilations for two hours straight in order to add ideas to my “I could make an animatic parody of this about not guilty” list and then never actually doing it

10. Tattoos?

None — I’ve been mulling over the idea of getting a d20 with the eye symbol on all the millennium items on one side for about a week, and I love the idea, but I’d get it because I’d be self-conscious/nervous when people ask what it is because I don’t exactly wear being a die-hard yugioh fan on my sleeve haha

11. Favorite color?

Purple, but like, kinda blue

12. Things people do that piss you off?

When people say they want to come when I’m organising group plans and then when we’re actually organising a time don’t respond to anything :’)

13. Any phobias?

Not really! I mean, there’s always being afraid that everyone else is moving on with their lives and I’m getting left behind because I’ve never made a major decision in my life and don’t know what I’m doing after I graduate so I just procrastinate and keep studying to put off making a real choice even though all my close friends will probably eventually leave and I don’t know how to turn new friendships into deep ones because I’m terrible at opening myself up fully due to being incredibly self-conscious about my nerdy interests even though they’re a massive part of my identity but hahahahaha it’s fine ^^

14. Favorite childhood sport?

Archery and dragon boating both slapped

15. Do you ever talk to yourself?

Oh absolutely, when I’m home alone

16. What movie do you adore?

Jojo Rabbit is a recent favourite, but I tend to get way more into series ^^ That said I know The Devil Wears Prada, Mamma Mia, and The Sound Of Music almost word for word

17. Do you like doing puzzles?

Hell yeahhhh

18. What’s your favorite kind of music?

Literally all of them, but if I had to pick three, film/video game music, disney channel original movie musical soundtracks/musicals in general, and indie not-quite-rock-but-it’s-angsty-and-the-vibes-are-there

19. Tea or coffee?

Tea ^^ Otherwise I can only handle mochas and other sweet things, straight coffee is too bitter for me :’)

20. First thing you remember wanting to be when you grow up?

A writer alfjskdks

I tag @blublubmeow @patch27 @engavaire and @impossibleclair ^^

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Dream A Little Dream Of Me- Part 4

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,643

Warnings: Typical Supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated. I really want to hear what you guys think about this one!

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You rushed to the hospital to your dad’s room, opening the door and walking inside. You smiled when you saw him staring back at you. You sniffled and ran to him, giving him a big hug while Dean and Sam walked into the room, shutting the door.

“You’re okay.” You whispered to him, pulling away to look at him.

“Thank you,” Bobby whispered back to you and you nodded, taking a seat by his bed.

“It’s good to see you up and breathing,” Dean said with a smile, walking over to the bed and taking a seat next to you. “We brought you something.” Dean held up the files and research Bobby did before he was affected by the Dream Root.

“Yeah, I don’t know what happened to you guys but I encountered the person who was doing the damage. I’m going to go see if I can find him in his dorm room. You were right, Dean. It’s one of Dr. Gregg’s patient’s.” Sam said.

“Okay, call us with what you find.” You said and Sam nodded before walking to the door.

“It’s good to have you back, Bobby,” Sam said with a smile before he left. You sighed and turned back to your dad. Dean gave Bobby his research and while he looked at it, you stared at him.

“Hey, Bobby. That, uh... That stuff, all that stuff with your wife?” Dean asked and Bobby sighed.

“What actually happened?” You asked him.

“Everybody got into hunting somehow,” Bobby answered.

“But my mom…?”

“It happened after your mom and I. Look, we weren’t going to work out. It was something you try with a good friend to see if you can make it work but it didn’t. We remained good friends after that and she was actually Karen’s maid of honor.”

“Oh, okay, sorry.” You nodded.

“Don't be sorry. If it weren't for you, I'd still be lost in there. Or dead. So, thank you.” Bobby said.

“Yeah, anytime.” You said with a smile.

“Hey, Dean, can you get me some water?” Bobby asked and he nodded, getting up.

“Of course,” Dean said, leaving the room.

“Hey, I heard what you said,” Bobby said once you were alone.

“What do you mean?” You asked, having no clue what he was talking about.

“Your mother wasn’t a witch.” He said and you tensed up, not believing he actually heard you.

“You heard all that?”

“I did and I’ll tell you anything you want to know about her but witchcraft isn’t one of the things she could do.”

“Can I show you something?” You asked and he nodded. You looked around you and grabbed some pens you found on the bedside table and laid them on his bed. You sighed and put your hand over them and concentrated on using your magic on them. Suddenly, the pens started floating and you looked at Bobby who stared at the pens as if it were aliens. You raised your hand higher and the pens floated higher on command. You sighed and pulled your hand away but the pens still floated.

“Is that normal to you?” You asked, looking at Bobby.

“But if your mother was a witch, I would know about it.” He said and the pens dropped when the door opened.

“Here you go,” Dean said, handing Bobby a cup.

“Does Sam and Dean know?” Bobby whispered and you nodded.

“Do Sam and I know what?” Dean asked, taking a seat next to you.

“Her powers, what she can do.”

“Oh, yeah, we’re trying to figure that out.” Dean sighed. Before anyone else could say anything, the door opened and Sam walked in with a frown on his face.

“So, uh, stoner boy wasn't in his dorm. My guess is he's long gone by now.” Sam sighed.

“He ain't much of a stoner,” Bobby said, picking up a photo of the man in question, the man that Sam saw in Bobby’s head. “His name's Jeremy Frost. Full-on genius. Hundred-and-sixty IQ. Which is saying some, considering his dad took a baseball bat to his head. Here’s Father of the Year.” Bobby handed over a copy of Jeremy’s dad. You sighed and looked at it.

“He died before Jeremy was 10,” Bobby added.

“Looks like a real sweetheart,” Sam said sarcastically.

“Injury gave him Charcot-Wilbrand. He hasn't dreamt since.” Bobby informed.

“That is until he started tripping on the Dream Root.” You sighed.

“How did he know how to dig up your worst nightmare and throw it at you?” Dean asked.

“Hey, he was rooting around in my skull. God knows what he saw in there.”

“Yeah. How'd he get in there in the first place? Isn't he supposed to have some of your hair, your DNA, or something?” Sam asked, confused about that.

“Yeahhhh. Before I knew it was him, he offered me a beer. I drank it. Dumbest fucking thing.” You looked over at Dean to see him uncomfortable with what Bobby just said.

“Oh, I don't know. It wasn't that dumb.” Dean laughed nervously.

“Dean, tell me you didn’t.” You said, sighing.

“I was thirsty?” Dean tried to justify his actions.

“That's great. Now he can come after either one of you.” Sam said angrily.

“Well, now we just have to find him first.”

“We better work fast ... and coffee up. Because the one thing we cannot do is fall asleep.” Bobby said. Great, this thing is going to get worse before it gets better.

It’s been two days and neither Dean or Bobby had been sleeping. You could tell it was getting to him because he was irritable all the time. You still hadn’t found Jeremy or even know where to begin looking. You were running out of time because sooner or later, they were going to have to fall asleep sometime whether by force or not.

“I mean, this Jeremy guy's not a fucking ghost. Where the hell could he be?” Dean asked, driving along the road in the middle of the night. He shouldn’t be driving when he was this tired but he wouldn’t give up.

“Dean, you sure you don't want one of us to drive? You seem a little... caffeinated.”

“Well, thanks for the news flash, Edison!” Dean said angrily. You sighed and suddenly his phone rang. Dean grabbed for it and fumbled with it, clearly frustrated about this whole thing. You sighed and leaned over, grabbing his hand to calm him down. You looked into his eyes and he sighed, handing the phone over to you.

“Please tell me you got something.” You said to Bobby once you picked up.

“Strip club was a bust, huh?” You, Dean and Sam, had taken a lead but Jeremy was nowhere to be found at the strip club.

“Unfortunately.”

“That was our last lead.”

“Come on, Bobby, isn’t there something else? Does Bela have anything?” You asked. Bela was with Bobby right now after he called her for her help. She really wanted to pay Bobby back for saving her life.

“What do you got Bela?” You heard Bobby ask but you didn’t hear her response.

“Well?” You asked your dad.

“She got nothing.”

“Great! Dean is very close to going off the rails,” You said and by the looks of Sam and Dean’s faces, they knew Bela and Bobby didn’t have anything else to go off of. “Just keep trying and call us if you find anything.” You hung up and handed Dean his phone back.

Suddenly, Dean pulled over to the side of the road and turned off the car.

“Alright, that’s it. I’m done.” Dean said, leaning back and resting his head on the back of the car seat.

“Dean, what are you doing?” You asked.

“Taking myself a long-overdue nap.”

“What?! Dean, Jeremy can come after you,” Sam said like he was crazy.

“That’s the idea.”

“Excuse me?” You and Sam said at the same time.

“Come on man, we can't find him, so let him come to me.”

“On his own turf? Where he's basically a God?” Sam asked.

“I can handle it.”

“Not alone, you can’t.” You said, reaching over and plucked some of Dean’s hair right out of his body.

“Ow!” Dean flinched. You handed some to Sam while he got the nasty ass drink ready.

“What are you two doing?” Dean asked, looking at Sam who was busy making the drink.

“We’re coming with you,” Sam said as if it were obvious.

“No, you’re not.”

“Why not? At least then it'll be three against one.”

“Because I don't want you digging around in my head.” Dean grimaced but you rolled your eyes.

“Too bad,” Sam said.

“Dean Winchester there is nothing about you that I don’t already know. Stop being a baby and let us help you.” You said and he sighed, knowing there was no way he was going to get you to change your mind. Sam finished making the drink and handed you a cup of it. You put in Dean's hair and downed the drink coughing a bit at the taste. Sam did the same.

“See you on the other side, boys.” You said, laying in the backseat as you closed your eyes. You could already hear the snores coming from Dean.

“Wake up!” Sam said, hitting your arm. You groaned awake and leaned up, seeing as how you were in the same place as you were before.

“Did it work?” You asked and Sam woke up Dean.

“Jeez. For the love of God,” Dean muttered as he woke up, extremely tired. “What are we still doing here?”

“I have no idea,” Sam said. You looked out the window and heard a noise come from somewhere in the shadows. This was Dean’s head, hopefully, but it was a very dark place to be in.

“There’s someone out there,” Sam said, getting out of the car. You and Dean did the same thing and walked in front of the car, looking around. Suddenly, music could be heard and you saw Dean walking towards the source. You sighed and decided to follow Dean because you didn’t want him to be alone with his own scary thoughts.

You came to a clearing which lit up as the sky brightened. In the middle of the clearing sat Lisa Braden, sitting on a blanket with a picnic basket. Your heart hurt because so far, he was dreaming of Lisa and you hadn’t seen yourself not once.

“Hey. You gonna sit down?” She asked, not noticing you at all. Dean didn’t respond or move, just stared at her. She held a glass of red wine in her hand and she reached for another glass. “Come on. We only have an hour before we have to pick Ben up from baseball.”

“Dean, seriously? You’re dreaming of her?” You asked, making him snap out of it.

“I’ve never had this dream before,” Dean said, looking at you before looking at Sam who was still by the car. You stared at Dean and you knew he was lying. He wouldn’t look as if he could have hope that he could have it. You knew he was lying.

“Stop looking at me like that,” Dean said, looking at you.

“I know you’re lying.” You said, clenching your jaw before looking away.  

“Dean. I love you.” Lisa said and you scoffed, looking back at her. Suddenly, she and the entire surroundings shake before they disappeared. You looked around, not knowing where she went.

“Where did she go?” Dean asked.

“Dean, look,” Sam said, looking to where Sam was pointing. You saw Jeremy standing by the edge of the woods and Sam suddenly took off, making Jeremy run away.

“Okay then…” Dean muttered and when he turned back to see if Lisa was still there, he wasn’t staring at a clearing in the woods, he was staring at wallpaper. You looked around you to see the setting change into a hallway with two doors ahead of you and Dean. You and he walked to the door and when you reached out to open it, you didn’t have to since it opened on its own. You peered inside to see a motel room.

You looked at Dean before walking in, Dean right behind you. You frowned when it looked like the exact one you and the brothers had been staying in. You noticed across the room sat a man at a desk and a woman standing next to him, both of their backs to you. You saw the man clicking the lamp on the desk on and off, the light flickering.

“Jeremy?” Dean asked, not knowing who it was. You didn’t know who the woman was either but you hoped it wasn’t Lisa. The man didn’t answer but kept clicking the light on and off. Suddenly, when the light is on, he turned around and you gasped, seeing Dean but he didn’t look very nice. The woman turned around and your eyes widened when you saw yourself staring back at you.

“Hey, Dean.” Dream Dean said with a smirk.

“Nice to see you, Y/N.” Dream Y/N said to you.

“Well, aren't you a handsome son of a gun.” Dean smiled, trying to make light of the situation.

“What the hell are you dreaming about?” You asked Dean, looking at him.

“We need to talk.” Dream Dean said, making both you and Dean look at him from across the room. Dean walked closer to himself but you just stared at yourself. She looked like you, talked like you but you knew she was different. Something was different about her.

“I get it. I get it. I'm my own worst nightmare, is that it? Huh? Kind of like the Superman III junkyard scene? A little mano y mano with myself?” Dean said to himself, both of them walking towards each other.

“Joke all you want, smart-ass. But you can't lie to me. I know the truth.” They both stopped walking and somehow, they managed to switch places with Dream Dean by you and Dream Y/N by Dean, by the desk.

“I know how dead you are inside. How worthless you feel. I know how you look into a mirror... and hate what you see.” Dream Dean said, trying to rile him up but you wouldn’t let that happen.

“Leave him alone.” You said, making Dream Dean stare at you.

“You think you’re better?” Dream Y/N said and you looked over at her. “You’re no better than Dean.”

“You’re not real.” You said, moving away from Dream Dean but he grabbed your arm, making you stop.

“She’s right. You’re not real.” Dean said mostly for himself because what Dream Dean said was true. That is how Dean viewed himself.

“Sure I am. I’m you.” Dream Dean said, looking at Dean.

“I don't think so. Because see, this is my siesta. Not yours,” Dean said, raising his left hand. “All I gotta do is snap my fingers and you go bye-bye.” Dean snapped his fingers but the grip on your arm stayed there. Nothing happened and Dean’s smile faded as he tried again and then a third time.

“I'm not going anywhere. Neither are you. And Neither is she.” Dream Dean said, pulling you closer to him. Suddenly the motel door slammed shut and locked. You gasped and looked at Dream Dean’s evil look in his eyes as the grip got tighter.

“Ow, you’re hurting me.” You said and Dean was about to go over to himself and knock him out but Dream Y/N grabbed his shoulders and pulled him back to her.

“I don’t think so. You’re not going anywhere.” She said, smirking at you. Why were you acting this way?

“Like I said…” Dream Dean spoke, holding up his left hand in which he held a sawed-off shotgun. “…we need to talk.”

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[dresupi]

Cotton-Headed-Ninny-Muggins

Pairing:  Darcy Lewis/Wade Wilson For:  @georgiagirlagain Prompt:  “I’m a cotton-headed-ninny-muggins.” Word Count:  1033 Rating:  T

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Check out the [25 Days of Darcyland Masterlist] for more holiday themed fics!  I’m posting one a day until December 25!

Darcy wasn't exactly sure what happened and in what sequence.  All she knew was that one minute, she was taking a nice, well-deserved shower and the next, her bathroom contained one more person and they were legit trying to hide under her vanity.  

A flash of red and black clued her in on the who.  Not that it really surprised her.  They had an open door policy, she and Deadpool. Of course, it was a relatively new policy and she'd kind of been hoping that the first door he'd open would be her bedroom door, but that was splitting hairs.

"Wade… for the love of Thor…"  Darcy peeked out of the shower curtain.  "What the actual fuck, dude?  Please don't tell me you're hiding from an assassin in here.  Because that puts me in danger, bro."  

"Don't call me bro…" he whined.  "It makes me feel like an asshole… like I watch Rick & Morty for fun and tell people on Reddit how smart I am."

"Are you hiding from an assassin in my bathroom?"  

"Since you previously told me not to tell you if I was hiding from an assassin in your bathroom... no?"  

"Is someone going to come in here guns-a-blazin'? Because dude, I've had enough blazing guns for one week, I just wanna sit down and relax.  Maybe make some cookies later."  

"Okay.  You don't have to worry about blazing guns.  It's Clint who's after me.  Clint and Natasha. Mostly Clint, Natasha got bored because she kept winning."  

Darcy sighed.  "What's the game?"  

"It doesn't really have a name?  It's just… the loser has to wear this ugly sweater with a quote from a very popular, very cheesy, very Will Ferrell holiday film, and I don't want to be the cotton-headed-ninny-muggins again, Darce…"  The last bit was definitely a whine as he rummaged around under her vanity, pushing her tampons and various hair accessories out of the way to see if he could jam himself under there.  

"Is the hide-and-seek based or tag based?"  

"Both.  But if you get tagged, you lose."  

"Right.  So you're already losing because if he finds you, which he will, that's a terrible place to hide, you won't have anywhere to run.  You need a better hiding place."  

There was a thump outside the bathroom and both of them looked towards the door.  She reached for a towel, one of her fluffy, luxurious bath sheets.  Wrapping it around her body, she motioned for Wade to join her in the shower.  "Just come in here… he wouldn't ever expect that you'd be in here."  

Wade paused for a moment, but nodded, stepping into the shower and staying a respectable distance from her as a hand knocked on the door from the outside.  

"Darce?"  Clint called.  "Can I come in?"  

"Clint… hasn't anyone ever told you that it's rude to disturb people in the shower?"  she asked.  

"Yeahhhh, and how many times have you barged in on me to find out where I keep my Pop tarts?"  

"Listen.  I barge because I care.  And you know pop tart shortages are a thing when Thor's in town."  

"Okay, well.  I'm looking for someone.  Mind if I come in there and give a quick look around? I'll stay away from the shower."  

"Fine dude, but I warn you. It's just me. AND there are tampons."  

He scoffed.  "I'm Hawkeye, world-class-archer.  Member of the Avengers.  I ain't afraida no tampons."  

His search was pretty thorough, considering there were maybe two places Wade could be hiding.  Well, three, if you counted in the shower.  

Wade was squatting down on the floor of the shower, arms crossed as he was pelted with backspray from her shower head.  

"Cool, thanks Darce!"  Clint said, rapping twice on the wall.  

He started to leave and Darcy sighed in relief.  

"Oh...uh… Darce?"  

"Yeah?"  

"I put a dry towel on the rack for you, since you've got the other one in there with you."  

Her heart leapt into her throat.  "No, I don't."  

"Yes you do.  I know you wouldn't let Wade in the shower with you if you were completely naked."  

"How did you--"  she started, her eyes closing as she leaned her head against the tile.  "Sorry,  Wade."

The merc with a mouth sighed in exasperation.  "It's fine, Darcy.  You tried. Kind of.  I mean, you did give it up under little to no interrogation.  But I mean… it's cool, babe."  

"Wade.  I have a sweater with your name on it.  You cotton-headed-ninny-muggins," Clint called over the still running water.  

Realizing how ridiculous this was, Darcy turned off the water and shooed Clint out of the bathroom. She opened the curtain, clutching her soaking wet towel around her as Wade stepped out onto the bath mat.  

"You can come over tonight for cookies?" she offered.  "Cotton-headed-ninny-mugginses only."  

"Are you including yourself in that group?" Wade asked, his suit squeaking as he made his way to the door.  

"Definitely.  It's obviously the best group to be in."  

"You're pretty swell, Darcy.  You know that?"  

She shrugged. "I do now."

"Whatever, you knew," he scoffed, pulling his mask all the way off and scratching his head.  "I'm gonna go change, unless soaking wet leather suits are a kink of yours…?"  

She shrugged.  "I could get on board with that."  

"But can you get on board with hideously ugly sweaters featuring catchphrases from movies that are over ten years old?"  

She waggled her eyebrows.  "Depends on what else you're wearing."  

"It'll be that sweater and only that sweater, I will be bedecked and bedazzled for your holiday entertainment/pleasure/frivolity."  

"Sounds perfect.  Consider my door and my legs unlocked for your use."  

He smirked.  "I feel like I should warn you.  It lights up."  

"The sweater, or your dick?"  

"If I said both, what would you do?"  

Darcy purred, winking seductively.  

"I will be here with bells on, Lewis.  Oh, and the sweater has bells.  And I'm wearing it the whole time we're fooling around, it's gonna sound like an elf is getting plowed all across your bedroom."  

"Jingle all the way," she countered.  

"Oh my lanta…" He clutched his chest.  "Bad sex puns.  Be still my heart…"  

[officialthiamlibrary]

Have you ever wondered about the artists behind your favorite works? What they do and who they are when they’re not wowing you with their creative ability. If so, the Official Thiam Library brings to you a new series we call ‘Behind the Screens.’ Each profile highlights an artist (or artists) within the Thiam family, giving you the inside scoop on their life, well, behind the screen.  

Today is a special Behind the Screens profile. We are excited to bring you Alicia (@extrasteps) and Ashlee (@ashleejohannah). If you are a fellow fanfiction fanatic, you might recognize their AO3 usernames, ExtraSteps and AJP_37, respectively. In our chat, they gave us the low-down on their origin as friends, their ultimate Teen Wolf Laser Tag/Paintball team, their number one tips for writing and sticky life situations, and much more.

The profile is separated into three parts. First, we will learn about Alicia, then we will get to know about Ashlee, and finally, we will explore them as a pair. For each question, the speaker changes using the following labels:  ‘ES’  for ExtraSteps (Alicia) and ‘AJP’ for AJP_37 (Ashlee). 

Note: The pair portion does discuss the art of writing sexual content. If you’d like to skip this section, there will be a warning before the question.  

Without further ado, have a look!

Alicia! Using a sentence, where the word count is either equal to or less than your age, tell us about yourself. (Now, describe Ashlee using her age as the word count.) 

ES: I care deeply about people but rarely show it. I hang back in a crowd and observe. I have fooled people into thinking I’m a responsible adult.

Ashlee is the light of my life. We are literally the same person. She is funny, the life of the party, and always up for shenanigans.

If you could build the ultimate paintball/laser tag team from any five characters on Teen Wolf, who’d be on your team and why?

ES: Theo and Liam, obviously. They’re my boys and they already have amazing teamwork. Peter, because he’s funny. Corey, because he can turn invisible, which is obviously handy. And finally, Brett, ‘cause he has an eight-pack, he’s shredded.

Lol, accurate! How did you come to the Thiam fandom? What about them drew you in?

ES: It’s actually really funny. When I watched the series through the first time, I was actually really loyal to the original pack, and so everyone new that came in, I just loathed. I really did not like Liam’s character at all, and I found his relationship with Hayden boring. Then Theo came in and was threatening Scott, and Stiles, and I literally just rolled my eyes every time he was on the screen.

Then, literally out of nowhere, 6b arrives and I was watching episode 14 I think and I was messaging Ashlee as I always did while watching, when she made a comment about the two of them. I frowned and was like, nope, no way, that’s fucked up. Then in 15, she was like, no really, these two are actually really growing on me. It wasn’t until 16 and I watched triggers that I paused and it hit me like a tonne of bricks. I fucking shipped it. Like I fell hook, line and sinker for them. Their dynamic, the snark, the punching, their words saying one thing, but then just always having each other’s back, I adore them together!

AJP: I think it could even have been later mate! We literally whined so much about all the filler! (How wrong we were!!) And then I think it was like maybe 17 when I was like hey- Thiam? And you were still like no. And then 19 and 20 happened and then we were dead! Haha we were literally screaming at the TV during the elevator scene for them to kiss.

ES: I seriously can’t believe we ever thought those episodes were filler. Now I watch back and I adore both of them and every single scene they’re in, but it very much was a last minute thing.

Do you write novels or short stories about original characters, as well? If so, share one you’re particularly passionate about.  

ES: I have a fantasy novel that I have been writing off and on for many years now that I hope to eventually publish. I’m from Australia and I live out in the country, so I really want to write something set in the area where I live and explore how magic exists in this beautiful region along the Murray River.

Also, Ashlee and I have also joked many times that we are going to quit our jobs and write gay porn for a living, so there’s that.

What would you say your writing Kryptonite is? How do you fight it?

ES: Oh my god, my writing Kryptonite is switching between past and present tense. I do it all the freaking time. I literally have to go back and carefully check everything I write because I just do it without thinking.

Characters often find themselves in situations they aren’t sure they can get themselves out of. When was the last time you found yourself in situation like that and what did you do?

ES: This is a hard question to answer. I’m not the sort of person who does things that I don’t want to. I’m very independent and I don’t cave to peer pressure. Ashlee could tell you how stubborn I am. If there is something that I’m not comfortable with, or simply not interested in, I just won’t get involved. I mean, sometimes there is no choice, like if it is something at work, and I’ll suck it up, but otherwise, it’s not common for me. 

My advice if someone was in this sort of situation would be to take a step back and assess what they’re happy and comfortable with and try and find a happy medium, and if it is just not possible, walk away for your own wellbeing. Look after yourself!

Finally, what’s next for you?

Well, I just bought a house, so there’s that. I will be doing that up and moving in and all of that fun stuff. I’ve also been contemplating learning an instrument, possibly the drums.

When it comes to my writing, I want to keep pushing myself to write longer things and keep getting better, because I would really love to be an actual author and publish my work.

Aww, congrats on your house! That’s pretty big! Thanks for sharing <3

Ashlee, your turn! Let’s start off with you telling us about yourself.  The word count should be equal to or less than your age and try the same for Alicia. 

AJP: Peachy keen and generally delightful, but salty at the core. I dabble in art and don’t deal with my anxiety well. I don’t have volume control.

[About Alicia] My soul mate- literally puts up with me cuddling her. Better speller and faster reader- she is the keeper of my secrets. She keeps me sane.

ES: Thought of another one [about Ashlee]: Menace to society. Gets slutty when she drinks pink wine. Gropes me during our sleepovers. 20% gay but it changes every time she touches my boobs. Hahahahah >:D

AJP:  Yeahhhh that is all true…

Hahaha and if you could build the ultimate paintball/laser tag team from any five characters on Teen Wolf, who would they be and why?

AJP: Alicia will tell you I am a seriously competitive person- I always play to win. Obviously Alison and Parrish because they are trained (and Ryan Kelley’s abs give me life.) Derek got training when he was depowered- so he can be on the team. Jackson- because the snark and the tail, and Theo because he would be ruthless.

ES: She’s not joking about being competitive guys. Like she would stab someone to win. She often fights with our other friend Sarah because they’re as competitive as each other. I’m always the mediator!

If both of your team squared off, it’d be one hilarious blood-bath. Also, it’s so fitting that Theo would be a double-agent. How did you come to the Thiam fandom? What about them drew you in? 

AJP: As I snuck into Alicia’s answers, I noticed it first - maybe around episode 17. I had been digging Liam for a while I think- I liked the longer hair on him. I think I messaged Alicia and was like ‘Liam and Theo?’ And she was like ‘Ew, no.’  I think there were like 15 stories on Ao3 at this point. And then by the finale Alicia was like ‘Yes please.’

Do you also write novels or short stories about original characters? If so, share one you’re particularly passionate about.  

AJP: Not really- I paint a bit and have done some sculpture in the past, I’ve always been better at that than writing. I have a few stories rolling around but have never done much in the way of writing original stuff. My family is a little bit hilarious- I’d love to do something with that.

And, your writing Kryptonite? How do you fight it?

AJP:  Re-writing canon bores me. So I tend to lose interest there. Sometimes Alicia has to bribe me with things in order to get something finished.

Characters often find themselves in situations they aren’t sure they can get themselves out of. When was the last time you found yourself in situation like that and what did you do?

AJP: I am very lucky to have an awesome friendship circle where we can work through situations. Like the kind of friends who drop what they are doing to come to your house with wine and help you plot your next move. 

My boyfriend is also a huge help most of the time. He doesn’t always get things I do- but he generally goes with the flow. When I was really upset aboutSomething that happened at work- and he happened to be going away for a few days- he reached out to Alicia to make sure I wouldn’t be alone. He’s a good egg.

I said before I don’t deal with my anxiety very well. I’ve been on medication before but it didn’t work for me- I didn’t like who I was on it and I was a uni student at the time with limited funds. Art and writing help- my mum has always said I’m a much more grounded person when I have something to work on. 

I’m also an amazing cook. 

So to answer the question- I distract myself- with friends, family, art, writing, food, and then just keep on going.

And last but certainly not least, what’s next for you?

AJP: Well it’s nearly summer holidays so that means I’ll be sitting in my blow up pool having a wine reading some fanfiction. Last summer Alicia and I had an obsession with reading Bodice Rippers set in the highlands of Scotland (think awesome pun titles like ‘Kill or be Kilt’). And then after that I am starting a new job at a different school which is scary but exciting. 

ES: (And yes, I am fucking devastated.)

AJP: I’ve also been reading a lot of Sterek lately- so maybe I’ll give that a crack at some point!

There you have it–Ashlee and Alicia. And lucky for us, there’s more to come! While these two write separately, they have recently began collaborating on one story, so we discovered more about them as a pairing too. 

How did you two meet? Start writing together? 

ES: We have known each other for two years as we have been working at the same high school. How we actually became friends is another story. I think I’ll leave that one to Ashlee!

AJP:  So I had literally been working at the school for maybe 2 weeks max, and Alicia and I were sharing a desk separated by a desktop computer. I was running late to my lesson and went to grab my laptop cord ACCIDENTALLY pulling out the power point of the computer Alicia was working on.

Obviously, I apologised and offered to help her retype everything and she just sighed and said ‘it’s fine.’ I was convinced she hated me but I gradually wore her down.

And then we realised we were in so many of the same fandoms and had so many of the same ships and now we are practically the same person. It was actually so amazing to meet someone in real life who had so many of the same interests.

ES: I have to say that I was very overwhelmed initially by how happy Ashlee is. I think I said to Sarah something along the lines of ‘she’s just so fucking cheerful, like all the time’ which is so not who I am as a person. But I think that once I realised that this was just a mask that hid the snarky bitch underneath, I fell in love. We’re pretty much inseparable now. Squad goals, as our students say all the time :P

AJP: there was this pic on Tumblr a couple weeks ago and it was ‘peachy keen, Nectarine reluctant’ and that sums us up 100%.

ES: And the writing together started recently. We had been helping each other and running ideas past each other for our stories and had been considering a collab for awhile. This story just caught both of us and we really wanted to write it, so we figured that the time was now!

If someone were to write the following headcanons about you two as writers/friends, what would they say:

Headcanon 1— Who’d be the first to bawl while writing an emotional scene

ES: Me, for sure. I have been crying at the drop of a hat recently (partially because stress but mostly because Thiam). I am also far more likely to write angst than Ashlee!

AJP: 100% agree- she literally cries all the time- I’m getting used to it! Haha I’ve actually seen her cry over new pictures of Cody Christian.

ES: Can you even blame me? He is perfection. And it’s mostly when I laugh though. It’s not my fault you’re so funny, Ashlee!

AJP: It’s true- I am hilarious.

Headcanon 2 — Who’d be more likely to send the other something random in the middle of the night without context.

ES: Hah, Ashlee.

AJP: What even is context? Haha we have a code for ‘super secret best friend chats’ that we don’t talk about in public. It’s usually something that is wayyyy to much info or that I have been drinking Rose’….

Headcanon 3 — If you were both at a party, who’d be the center of the party and who’d be in the corner with a book?

ES: Ashlee would be the centre of the party for sure. I wouldn’t be reading a book, but I would be hanging back and observing, probably taking snapchats and uploading them to my story for the debriefing the next morning.

AJP: there is also a good chance I would be asleep in the corner… I have been known to just lie down in public…

ES: Actually, yeah, good point! Getting Ashlee out somewhere is literally a fucking nightmare. She hates planning things, so you have to spring plans on her and pray that she isn’t already in her pj’s. Generally, once she’s out she’s fine and happy, but she’s a little homebody! I love going out and dancing (I’d like to meet a guy this fucking century after all) but nope, not Ash!

AJP: literally- if you give me too much time between making plans and going out I will find a way to get out of it- or if you wait too late and I have committed myself to my bath and PJs… then there is no chance.  Alicia has discovered she can distract me by playing her tinder- (read her tinder story- I’m Mason!!!) and that keeps me occupied and happy!

What’s your writing process like together? How do you both work on a story or chapter? (I.e. alternate povs, write the chapter together, etc.) In what ways is it different than writing separately? 

ES: We have a google doc that we can both edit. We discuss our ideas and plot out the story together and then we generally dibs scenes that we want to write. I wrote a lot of the start of the story, because as you guys have probably noticed, I write like a demon possessed. Ashlee adds in a lot of the funny little one-liners. She has been writing a lot more recently, the chapter between 6a and 6b is hers. Ash is a lot more inspired with how we are diverging from canon, whereas I have written a lot of the stuff that complies with it. I’m the main editor, because Ashlee’s computer hates google docs, and I try and get our writing styles to flow together so that it isn’t too disconnected. It’s not really that different from writing separately, because we are best friends and so we naturally bounce ideas off of each other anyway. We’re actually really excited for you guys to see where we’re taking this story!

AJP: We watch shows and message each other all time- and have been known to have sleepovers where we literally sit on the couch and watch TW and not really speak. So writing together has been really natural- we balance each other out a lot. We planned out the story and I remember just sitting and watching as Alicia pumped out like 5 chapters in practically one night trying to work out where to jump in!

Like I said I find re-writing canon stumps me. 6a I offered lots of ideas and added in some one liners (the sparkle- as Alicia calls it) I really got into the writing with the in between chapter and a fair bit in 6b- I’ve been loving the pack dynamic we are building (especially between Scott and his two bitten betas!) The scene after Hayden leaves and Liam is in his blanket burrito and the pack all comes in and lies with him is one of my favourite things I have written! The original outline for the chapter was really light and funny and I found myself breaking my own heart writing it (Alicia’s love of angst is wearing off on me!)

And, let’s chat about your story, Red. First, for anyone unfamiliar, give us a quick synopsis.  

ES: Theo returns from hell but has lost all of his powers, including his chimera status, making him completely human. He also has a red string of fate wrapped around his left wrist, connecting him to Liam, the one who brought him back. When Malia attacks him, she nearly kills him, and Liam and Lydia step in, all but forcing Scott to bite him and make him a werewolf. Making Theo pack, and the growing connection between him and Liam, changes the whole outcome of season 6.

AJP: pretty much sums it up. I was going to say ‘Theo was dead- but then gets better.’

What struck the idea to write it?

ES: This is just an idea that we had brewing for awhile that merged with other ideas and then became the Red that you guys are now familiar with. I think originally it was just a red string of fate, and we talked about how funny it would be to have it be this tangible thing that no one else could see apart from Theo, and it would make him trip and fall over all the time, and then he would use it to do the same to others, especially Hayden, and it just sort of evolved from there.

AJP: yeah I think originally I came up with it for a one shot- I love a trope! and then I never did anything with it- but we kept talking about it and coming up with awesome ideas- we would literally be crying we would be laughing so hard. So when we decided to write a multi chapter collab, it seemed like a natural fit.

Can you give any spoilers for things to come in the next few chapters?

ES: Hmmm, a spoiler? Theo has a pretty big fight with Scott, resulting in him leaving Scott’s house and sleeping in his truck. I’m sure you can guess what happens next…

AJP: Liam’s bed is both soft and hard. Like a dick. Theo doesn’t want to sleep in the dick bed. (This was an actual conversation from 3 o’clock Saturday morning about Alicia’s actual bed) lol

ES: That is in the far off, misty future (AKA Ashlee’s favourite part of Red)

AJP: Any time we come up with an awesome idea- and don’t know where it fits yet- we put it on the last page of the document and it is my favourite part.

*Warning: Sexual Content Next*

Finally, we wanted to ask about sex scenes because you both seem comfortable writing explicit content and do it well. What advice would you offer any writers who want to strengthen their ability to write sexual/sensual moments? How do you each personally increase tension? How do you avoid the dreaded cringe-worthy scenes everyone has come to know?

ES: Ok, I’m not gonna lie, we watch gay porn. It’s all research guys! Sometimes having that visual is all I need when I am really stuck on a scene. The tension definitely comes from the emotion. You can’t describe the physical actions, but also not look at the emotion behind it. It really helps when writing scenes about sex. As humans, we rarely have sex with some random stranger just for the hell of it. There’s normally some form of attraction or attachment to that other person that we want to express with our bodies. When it comes to writing Theo and Liam, they are literally each other’s anchors, so it’s so easy to write intimate scenes between them because they are already so connected. As for how I void the cringiness, I think that being older helps. I’ve been in a few relationships and I’ve had good sex and bad sex and I have a pretty good idea of what makes someone feel good. For someone without that experience, it would be difficult to write that, which is understandable! I write smut because I like sex and I like exploring the reasons and motivations behind these characters having sex with each other. And, let’s be honest, it’s just fucking hot.

AJP: Sooooo much gay porn. Like I have specific videos I would keep open for specific stories. Haha.

I am a big believer in really fun, light sex. So I tend to write it with a lot of laughter - and after a couple glasses of wine!!

I’d agree that being a bit older and a bit wiser helps. I’ve been in my relationship for 8 years (since I was 18) and I’ve done a lot of growing as a sexual being in that time. Things that I’m into now - there is no way in hell I would have been into as a 18 year old. There is no rush and no point in doing something if it doesn’t feel good. I think both of us have been really surprised by things we have been into since starting writing for Thiam (Alicia- I know you have!)

ES: Yep!!!!!

AJP: …but we just go with it and explore it in our writing and that is fun.

Alicia will tell you I’m probably a borderline (ES: Borderline? HAH!) sex pest (my BF will agree) so some of what I write comes from experience - there is one scene in one of my stories I wrote and said something about ‘extensive research’ which is 100% me- I am always 100% sure before I do something.

My advice for anyone who wants to learn to write smut is to honestly watch porn- read it too (we read a really awesome Ebook called ‘The Back Passage’ by James Lear that was sooooo freaking hot!!). 

Work out what you are into and explore that. The writing will come- it does get easier!!! I agree with Alicia - I write porn because I like sex- it’s not something that I try to force - if it doesn’t work- it doesn’t work. Sometimes I come back to things- others I change the story. And boys kissing boys is fucking hot.

That’s all for us! Any final thoughts, words, comments?

ES: We just want to say thank you to the staff at officalthiamlibrary for interviewing us and a HUGE thank you to everyone who is reading and enjoying our stories. I absolutely love interacting with you guys, like your comments literally give me life. We got our first piece of fanart for Red just before and we are literally giddy with joy. At the end of the day, we write because we love it, and because we love Thiam, but it wouldn’t be nearly as much fun without you guys! I love each and every one of you! <3

AJP: Agreed! We do this because it’s fun- it’s a creative outlet that helps us sort out our lives. I’m sorry I’m not always the most active writer in the comments- but I do appreciate every single comment and kudos. Seeing that someone took time to make a piece of art based on something that I wrote actually has made me so amazingly happy. We love you all!!! XXX

And with that, Behind the Screens presents Alicia and Ashlee to you! Don’t let the conversation stop there. You can respond to any of their answers, ask more questions, or simply strike a conversation with them. They welcome anyone who’d like to talk! And to dive into their works, check out their AO3, FFN, and Tumblrs listed below. 

Tumblr: @extrasteps | @ashleejohannah

AO3: ExtraSteps | AJP_37

FFN: ExtraSteps

Ask Box:  ExtraSteps | AshleeJohannah

We wanted to give a huge, huge thanks to them for not only entertaining our questions, but for really letting us in on their lives as writers and individuals!! 

If you fan over a Thiam writer, artist, music mixologist, or a video-making mastermind and want to know more about them, send us usernames at any time. Also, feel free to add questions you’re dying to ask them. And, if you, as an artist, would like to be a part of Behind the Screens series, we’d love to get to know you, as well. 

Until next time!

[n3rdlif343va]

Okay. Get this. Good uncle Yuuri is planning the triplets' birthday party and hires magician! Victor. Victor chooses Yuuri as a participant even though it's a kid birthday party and he's supposed to choose a kid.

Okay. Get this. You sent me this amazing thought, and I decided to write a 2,000+ word fic on it. Because my self-control needs to be located by search party. I’m going to post the whole thing here and move it to Ao3 tomorrow when I feel less lazy :). Thank you for sharing this INSANELY INSPIRING idea with me and I hope you enjoy…. “Magic Man” :)

(It is long so there is a cut line! Definitely SFW!)

The ad had said that Victor the Great could entertainaudiences of all ages, that his tricks were beyond anyone’s wildest dreams, andthat he could convince even the most cynical people that magic was real.

What the ad didn’t say, was that Victor was absolutely themost beautiful man who had ever dared to exist on earth.

The lack of warning had certainly taken a toll on Yuuri’sheart, as he opened the front door to Yuuko’s house and came face-to-face with theman-god parading as a children’s party magician. The black top hat, tailedblack coat and bright red bow tie should have immediately elicited laughter.Instead, Yuuri felt his tongue swell two sizes in his mouth and steal away hisability to speak. Maybe that was Victor’s first trick, robbing Yuuri of all hissenses with the man’s magical out-of-this-world blue eyes and smile that litYuuri’s body on fire. Blushing and staring at his feet, Yuuri waved Victor intothe house and lead him to the back yard where the show would take place.

Victor followed the dark-haired man through a dining roomfilled with delicious looking food, through a kitchen that looked like a foodbomb got gone off, and out into a backyard that was chaotic with kid noise.Children ran in every direction, giggling and yelling “you’re it!” as theytagged their friends. On the outskirts of the yard, the adults stood in smallclumps of conversation, occasionally dodging a sprinting child. It was atypical kid party, and Victor grinned at the lively nature of his futureaudience.

“Um… here…” Yuuri stopped and pointed to the small platformof a wood deck. “I mean…” rubbing the back of his neck, Yuuri could feel theblush on his cheeks heating up as the blue eyes studied him, “you can set uphere.” Finally gaining an ounce of courage, Yuuri lifted his gaze to meetVictor’s.

“Are you Yuuri?” Stepping forward, Victor set his blackcases onto the deck. His slight invasion of Yuuri’s personal space wasintentional as Victor continued to smile at the adorable man.

Yuuri’s first email, inquiring about Victor’s availabilityfor the party, had been formal and inquisitive. Victor had responded backquickly, confirming that he would love to provide entertainment. It was Yuuri’ssecond response, with a cheeky question about Victor arriving by car or in apuff of smoke that had peaked Victor’s interest. It had been a silly joke, butVictor had played along, answering not only in jest, but also with a hint offlirting.

Nineteen emails had been exchanged over the course of twoweeks and Victor had been unable to sleep the night before the party, theanticipation of meeting his email partner keeping him awake with nervousenergy. The dark mop of hair, shy brown eyes, and flushing cheeks had to belongto Yuuri Katsuki, and Victor had been trying to come up with something cleverthroughout their short walk through the house. Instead of cleverness, he hadbarely managed to ask Yuuri to identify himself, and Victor was internallygroaning over his own failure.

Swallowing, Yuuri studied Victor’s face. “I am,” he said, gainingcourage he stuck out his hand, “uh, nice to meet you Victor the Great.” WhenVictor chuckled, Yuuri wanted to crawl inside of the piñata and let the kidsbeat his embarrassment out of him.

“You’ll watch the show, won’t you?” Victor slipped his handinto Yuuri’s, squeezing it slightly. “Maybe if you watch me closely, you’ll beable to figure out my tricks.” Leaning forward again, Victor winked at Yuuri.He prayed that he sounded flirty instead of creepy.

“UNCLE YUURI!! UNCLE YUURI!!!”

Getting tackled from behind by three squealing triplets,Yuuri fell forward into Victor’s arms. Freezing, Yuuri looked up andimmediately lost himself again in Victor’s eyes. Feeling his body shaken by theforce of three sets of hands, Yuuri snapped his attention back to his nieces. “Momsaid you have to help with the piñata while the magician sets up! Dad said youcan flirt later!” All three girls cackled at their joke as Yuuri’s face caughtfire.

Smile on his lips, Victor stepped up onto the wooden deckand bent to open his first case. “I’m ok with that plan,” throwing a wink overhis shoulder, Victor forced himself to concentrate on his props as a stammeringYuuri was dragged toward the line of screaming kids.

Yuuri was a distraction. Victor couldn’t stop analyzing howadorable his new crush looked with the triplets draped over his lap as all theparty guests watched the show. Although his tricks had gone off without ahitch, Victor could feel his concentration wavering every time Yuuri laughedalong with the children. Taking a deep breath, Victor decided to remedy thesituation immediately.

“I need a volunteer from the audience!” All of the children’shands were instantly in the air, punctuated with a chorus of “pick me! Pick me!”One of the birthday girls had managed to knock Yuuri’s glasses askew in theirexcitement, and Victor’s mind went blank as Yuuri pulled them off entirely. Itwas like looking at two different, but equally attractive, men and Victorwondered if Yuuri was somehow actually magic. Ignoring all fifteen wildlywaving children, Victor pointed directly at Yuuri and said “ah yes you, youngman in the blue shirt, how about you join me?”

The children made sounds of disappointment as the tripletsproceeded to push Yuuri up from the ground and shove him toward the stage.Their smirks in Victor’s direction left the magician wondering if he had gainedallies in his quest to woo Yuuri. Reaching out, Victor wrapped a hand aroundYuuri’s elbow and pulled him close. “Alright, my lovely assistant, I need youto cuff me.” At the back of the yard, Takeshi choked on his drink and Yuukopatted his back as he laughed through the pain.

“Do what?!” Yuuri exclaimed, pulling back to stare at Victorwith wide eyes. His mind had not gone to any decent place and Yuuri was goingto need immediate clarification as to the exact nature of Victor’s request.

Lifting a pair of handcuffs from his pocket, Victor dangledthem in front of Yuuri’s face. “Please secure both of these handcuffs to myright wrist. Can you do that for me, Yuuri?” Dropping the handcuffs into Yuuri’sopen palm, Victor let the playful smirk dance over his lips. “Make sure theyare nice and tight.” The request was made close to Yuuri’s ear as Victor dippeddown to whisper his request.

Yuuri’s fingers faltered for a second as he slid the metalcuffs into place. The skin on Victor’s wrist felt like warm silk and Yuuri hadto stop himself from grazing it purposely with his fingertips. Taking a shakybreath, Yuuri dropped his hands and peered up at Victor through his eyelashes. “Nowwhat?” A large part of him was curious about whatever Victor’s trick would be,while a smaller part of him was hoping it would involve Victor continuing tostay close to him.

“Now we hold hands!” Victor declared with a wave to theaudience as he wrapped his fingers around Yuuri’s. “And…” dropping a red clothover their joined hands, Victor took the opportunity to run his thumb overYuuri’s as they clasped hands disappeared from sight, “if you will all say themagic words!” Again, Victor waved to the audience and laughed as the kidschanted, “abracadabra alacazam!” Pinching the red cloth, Victor flung it away.

Staring down at their still linked fingers, Yuuri gaped asone of the cuffs had moved onto his wrist. “We’re handcuffed together!” Toemphasize the point, Yuuri dropped Victor’s hand and lifted his own wrist intothe air. Victor’s came with it, the metal cuffs tethering them together. Fromthe back of the yard, Takeshi yelled “yeahhhh boiii!” pumping a fist in the airuntil Yuuko smacked him.

“Silly me!” Patting all of his pockets, Victor pretended tolook worried. “It seems like I have forgotten the key! I guess you will have tostay locked to me forever, Yuuri.”

The mini instigators seated on the lawn began a taunting, “ohhhhhh”making Yuuri flush bright red. “I… there… maybe we can get out of it by magic?”It sounded lame, even to Yuuri, but he couldn’t stay attached to Victorforever. Not that the idea really sounded bad,but it was most certainly not practical. “Come on Victor, let’s end this.”Waving their joined wrists in the air, Yuuri couldn’t help but giggle as Victorlooked offended.

“You wound me, Yuuri!” Victor cried, dramatically droppinghis head to his chin. “How shall I ever recover?” Pretending to wail, Victorbit his lip as the children began to hysterically laugh.

One very astute little boy shouted above the laughter of theothers. “If you stay like that forever, how would you pee?!”

Catching Victor’s eye, Yuuri snorted out a laugh. “See, wecan’t pee, and that’s bad.” Letting the laughter overtake him, Yuuri shook hishead as Victor joined in.

Taking a deep breath, Victor tried to control himself. Showshadn’t been this fun in a very long time. “Alright, alright, I believe there isa bit of magic that can help us here, but…” glancing sideways at Yuuri, Victorcame up with a plan, “it is secret magic. So if you are less than ten yearsold, come gather really close and I will tell you all about it.” The childrenrushed Victor, who crouched down, but kept his arm elevated to leave Yuuristanding.

Hearing the words “this is what we have to do” float overthe sea of tiny heads, Yuuri decided it was better if he didn’t know. Looking tothe back of the yard, he rolled his eyes as Yuuko, Takeshi, and his best friendPhichit all gave him thumbs ups. When he felt his arm jostle, Yuuri refocusedas Victor returned to a standing position.

“Ok,” Victor winked at the kids, “what are the two things weneed to release these handcuffs?”

“MAGIC WORDS!” came the unison shout from the kids, who wereall bouncing excitedly on their toes.

“And what are those magic words?” Victor guided, taking astep closer to Yuuri and placing the cloth back over their hands.

“YUURI WILL YOU GO OUT WITH VICTOR!” They all shouted,collapsing in a fit of giggles.

Stealing a glance in Yuuri’s direction, Victor bit his lip.Those adorable cheeks were bright red again, but the shocked smile was allVictor needed to keep going with his plan. “What’s the second thing we need?”

“TRUE LOVE’S KISS!!” The kids shouted, so loudly all of theadults jumped.

Spinning to face Yuuri, Victor raised one eyebrow,registering the glimmer in Yuuri’s wide eyes. Leaning in, Victor pressed hislips briefly to Yuuri’s before pulling back to throw the red cloth off theirwrists again. Hanging in Victor’s hand were the set of unlocked cuffs.

The kids exploded with applause, chanting Victor’s nameuntil all of the parents rushed forward to quiet them down. As Yuuko usheredthem away to the tables to consume another round of sugar, Victor shruggedsheepishly toward Yuuri. “You don’t have to… you know… go… if you don’t want…”He was suddenly nervous and unable to look up from his own feet.

“And deny true love?” Somewhere between being shocked byVictor’s magic words and electrified by Victor’s brief kiss, Yuuri had foundhis words. “I wouldn’t do that.” Tugging on Victor’s bow tie, Yuuri encouragedVictor to look up. “How about I take you sightseeing tomorrow? Since you saidyou are new to town.”

Grinning, an impossible heart being formed by Victor’s lips,he nodded his acceptance. He felt alive in a way he hadn’t for a long time, andVictor couldn’t wait to see what else was in store.

“Dedushka!” The small dark-haired child in Victor’s laprolled his eyes. “You have told that story like one million times! I want tohear a new story about you and Ojiisan!!” Victor laughed, throwing his headback as he did so to look up at Yuuri. The beautiful cheeks were covered inwrinkles now, the mop of black hair was splattered with white, and the eyeswere certainly less shy, but his husband was still every bit as alluring as hehad been on that first day.

“Let me try,” Yuuri said, plucking the small boy from Victor’slap and settling down on the couch. “Let me tell you about the time yourDedushka and I attempted to take up ice skating…” Winking at his husband whowas still magically stunning after all these years, Yuuri began to weave a taleof their epic failure as ice skaters.