#yep i decided to hell with spoilers

[ennaih]

Every Film I Watch In 2023:

182. The Nun II (2023)

[peekawoocc]

LAW X READER

CW - 18+, smut, really long fanfiction. Lots of words, went too big brain mode on this.

P.s. I noted the sections where smut was in case you just wanted the juicy parts (relatable). Also, I tried to stay with plot similar to the show, so spoiler warnings if you haven't started Wano yet. I literally just started it.

This was really fun to write and definitely was a full day hobby project because I have no self control or concept of taking breaks 🙃

Pretenses - You're a straw hat, and while you're not as strong as the monster trio, you can definitely hold your own and then some if nessacary.

Cockblocked in Wano

You had just arrived in Wano with Nami and the others. Finally, ready to be reunited with everyone, and secretly excited to see Law again.

After running into Luffy, you all made your way into the old ruins to gather an update from Kinemon. After being caught up, Kinemon began giving instruction to everyone about their role. You were the last to receive your instructions.

You were excited to find out what you could contribute to help everyone. Instead, you felt as if your eyes were going to pop out from how wide they became, in complete shock. T-there's no way, you told yourself.

Everyone continued on with doing as Kinemon said so he could provide the proper outfits for each role. You didn't even seem to notice your clothes become a blue floral kimono and your hair now in a bun being held by a beautiful hair pin. You were kind of dissapointed you didn't have a more important task, but the shock was still there. As you came back to reality, it seemed like everyone was already trying to head outside, until you spoke up.

"Wait, why don't I have my own role?"

"My apologies, y/n, I did not have another role in mind. I felt it was best to put you with someone to provide assistance in gathering the nessacary troops," Kinemon answered.

Law came back into the ruins to fetch you, making everything set in completely. I have to be with Law for a whole 2 weeks and pretend to be his wife!?! Noticing the blush spread across your face as you were drowning in your own thoughts, Law caught your focus with a sigh.

"If you don't want to, that's fine, I'm sure you'd rather be partnered with one of your own crewmates," he said, sounding a bit annoyed at the inconvenience.

"N-no, it's fine. Plus, I know you won't bring me more trouble than I bargained for. You think things through so I know I can rely on you if anything happens,". You wanted to say more, but seeing Laws lips turn into a slight smirk you thought it better to just stop talking. It was true though. As much as you appreciated the spontaneous nature of your captain and fellow crewmates, you felt most confident when you had more details and facts to rely on. Knowing your enemy and even your environment can help end a fight more quickly and more efficiently. Or maybe, just maybe, you had anxiety. Which is also perfectly understandable.

"Then shall we be off...y/n?" Law said after finally coming up with a fake name for you.

"Definitely!" You said with appreciation for his thoughtfulness. You had a feeling he was always going to be a few steps ahead of you, as per usual. You both followed the others outside.

And then everything went to hell in a hand basket.

You all started to notice something flying, fast. The huge mass had a very commanding presence.

Yep, that's Kaido.

*time skip to after Luffy and Law dissappear after Kaido*

You had no idea where your partner in crime was, nor your captain. You knew Luffy could hold his own, it was Law you weren't sure about. Rather than go hunting for them, you all decided to go into your roles. Not really sure where to go, you decided to follow Sanji, knowing he wouldn't find you to be a burden. It wasn't that you couldn't hold your own, you were actually quite powerful. However, your task was simply to assist with passing out flyers to future fellow fighters, so you followed the cook in putting up a soba stall.

"I'm so glad I get to spend some alone time with you, y/n~," Sanji said with hearts for eyes.

"Yeah, I guess it's more efficient than trying to hunt down Law right now," you said, not being able to hide the dissapointment in your voice. Sanji noticed the worry on your face, even if he was a little jealous of your attention being focused on another man, he was still your friend and wanted to be there for you.

"You sure you're ok with this?" He asked, trying to help shoulder your troubles.

"Yeah, I just hope he's ok. Not that he's not powerful. Anyway, let's get to work!" You said, deciding to distract yourself with the task at hand.

*time skip to Law showing up*

It had become dark now, and you sat down next to the stall as Sanji began cleaning up from the hard day of cooking he just had. Suddenly, you felt a hand on your shoulder. You turned your head towards over your shoulder and looked up.

"So there's my partner, was wondering where you went," he said with a smirk, but you could see the exhaustion in his eyes.

"That should be my line!" You giggle as relief washes over your face.

"No time to chat, we've gotta go. Sanji, they're looking for you," Law suddenly became extremely serious.

"Who is?" Sanji asked.

"Kaidos men, we'll walk and talk," Law answered.

As you all moved together, you ran into Usopp and Franky. Law filled them in on the details and became interrupted as you saw a building get thrown into the air.

*time skip to when they get to Ebisu town, where Zoro supposedly was*

As you all sat together in the tiny home, you had a huge grin on your face. Who would've thought that the man next to you, who was so intelligent and strict, was also a huge nerd? You began to giggle thinking back to how excited Law was about Sanji's germa raid suit. Thinking about how Law was completely nerding out like a fan boy with a deadpan expression on his face started to make you giggle more. Law noticed how you began to hold your stomach from how hard you were laughing, and he began to raise an eyebrow at you.

"Whats got you giggling so much, sister?" Franky asked, matching Law's confusion.

"I was just thinking about how Law knew so much about the Sora Comics," you began giggling hysterically again, Franky and Usopp joining in your amusement.

Law instantly became flustered.

"I TOLD YOU ALREADY, THEY WERE POPULAR IN THE NORTH BLUE! EVERYONE WAS READING THEM!"

"I know, I know. It's just really cute when you nerd out like that. Plus, it's good to know I wasn't the only one who hated germa in the comics,".

Law started malfunctioning when you called his nerdiness "cute". With his whole face red he got up and stormed out of the house, making the excuse of needing fresh air. You gave him 3 minutes before you decided to follow his lead.

*sexy build up*

He was sitting, legs crossed, upon a freshly dusted off mat on the ground. You walked up behind him and placed your hand on his shoulder as you sat down beside him. With his eyes closed and brows furrowed, it looked like there was still a blush across his cheeks but you couldn't tell with it being so dark out.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to upset you, but you really were cute. I'm also glad to know we share a similar interest," you said cheerfully, trying to bring the mood back up. Cute. There it was again. He looked like he wanted to say something, then began stammering until he just gave up and sighed. Finally opening his eyes, he just stared straight ahead as if he was trying to puzzle his thoughts together.

"It makes me happy to get the opportunity to know more about you. Really makes the mysterious, cunning Surgeon of Death even more attractive than you already were," you brought a hand to your mouth, shocking both you and Law at the realization of what you had just said. Then his face began to soften as he turned his gaze to you. He ended up letting out a small chuckle at seeing you sitting there as if still frozen with shock. The sound of the low chuckle broke you out of your trance and you began to relax, thankful that he didn't look at you with disgust after finding out your true thoughts of him.

"Attractive, huh?" He said in a knowing tone, a smirk on his face as you started tripping over your words.

"U-uh...um...yeah,"

"Likewise,"

"Wait, huh?"

"You're pretty attractive as well," he looked away for a moment before looking back at you.

"I thought so when we first met, but didn't think much of it. After getting to know you in Dressrosa, the feeling grew. What about you?" He asked hesitantly.

"Yeah, it's the same with me. At first I thought you seemed kinda scary back in Sabaody,".

Locking eyes with you now, it seemed like he was asking for permission for something. Noticing the puzzling expression he had, you felt the need to reassure him with a smile. However, you still felt the need to properly explain yourself.

"I-i mean, I don't find you scary anymore. Actually, thinking back, I think it was more of a feeling of intimidation. I wasn't that strong back then either, so the thought of ever having to hold my own against you was a bit anxiety inducing-,".

Before you could keep rambling, he cut you off with a soft kiss. It wasn't that long, but it felt like time had stopped and nothing in the world mattered but him. Your mind completely blank, you felt the tension in your shoulders release and the dull ache of pain that came with it. It seems you had been on edge the whole time, which looking back isn't all that surprising considering the bottled up feelings you had for him. No one knew, because you were too scared to tell anyone. Especially since you weren't sure in the beginning, but now, you're more sure of this than anything else.

As he pulled away, seemingly reluctantly, he locked eyes with you again and happily matched your smile with his own signature smirk but there was something new that you'd never seen before. There was a light in his eyes. You only saw them light up with anger in the heat of battle. This was the first time you felt that you were witnessing Law looking truly happy. Any of the questions bubbling up in your head about What are we? or Am I going to be a Heart Pirate now? were suddenly pushed aside with the new details you were taking note of while looking at his handsome face.

"That was amazing," you said dreamily, you wanted to slap yourself out of embarrassment with how hypnotized you knew you had looked.

"We should do it again sometime," he said with a flirty tone.

You instantly pressed your Thighs together. They weren't that open, but the sexiness of his voice was doing things to you below the waist. Suddenly, you were feeling a bit brave.

*sexy time ensues*

"How about...now?" You asked shyly, expecting him to refuse. He looked at you for a moment as you watched as his Adam's apple bob up and down as he swallowed, hard. He leaned back into you, just barely away from your lips, awaiting for your physical invitation. As you leaned in closer, the kiss had started again. It started slow and became more needy and feverish. He licked your top lip, asking to deepen the kiss, and you allowed it. You then wrapped your arms around his shoulders, lifting yourself up to sit in his lap. You pressed your chest against his, causing him to lean back on one of his arms, which made his hat fall off as he tilted his head back. He broke the kiss, both of you panting for air as you looked into eachothers eyes. His expression hungry and predatory now. You started trailing your eyes down his face to his neck and they stayed there as you subconsciously bit your bottom lip. You decided to stop wasting time looking and decided to give in to your desire as your lips met the side of his neck. Kissing his neck until you found a comfortable spot to sit for a moment as you lightly sucked and bit the spot. You weren't there for more than a few moments, thinking it wouldn't be a good idea to mark him no matter how badly you wanted to. He sucked in his breath, head falling back more as you went a little lower to his collarbone. You kissed and sucked at the defined bone structure until you heard a hushed groan.

"There, you can leave a mark there,".

It was as if he had known what you were wanting to do to him. You hovered for a moment, admiring the rise and fall of his chest in the moonlight. As much as you'd like to see more of his exposed skin, you'd have to settle for the portion of his chest that was seeable thanks to his sluttily open kimono. Law let out a frustrated groan as he became impatient, having no idea that you were actually admiring him, he grabbed a handful of your ass with his free hand. You pushed him back onto the mat, forcing him to lay down. You looked down at him, which allowed him to drink up the view of you on top of him, outlined in light blue moonlight. He sucked in his breathe as you dove your head back towards his neck, going back to his collarbone to finish what you started. You kissed, sucked, and then sank your teeth into him. You deeply sucked on the small bite mark, making it viewable even in the darkness of the night. You went back to being face to face with him, wanting another makeout session. Just when you were only seconds away from having your lips on his, you hear a voice from inside the house.

*PAUSE THE SEXY MUSIC! We got cockblocked guys 😔*

"Uh, where's Sangoro?" Usopps voice said.

"Didn't he say something about spying on girls in the bath house?" Franky continued.

Shit.

You hadn't thought about it until now, but you realize you don't remember him being in the house with you all before you and Law started sharing this moment.

After realizing your lack of acknowledgement of your missing crewmate, you sat up and face palmed yourself.

"Damn straw hats, I swear," Law said annoyed. It was clear he was sexually frustrated about being cockblocked due to Sanji's pervertedness.

"Sorry," you offered a dissapointed smile to Law, begging for forgiveness. How could you overlook a missing crewmate?

"Don't apologize, it's not your fault," he said reassuringly, "I didn't notice he was gone either. Not that I'm mad he's gone. I didn't like the idea of you being all alone with that pervert," he sat up and crossed his arms. With furrowed brows he released another frustrated sigh and grabbed his hat.

"Hang on just a moment. Wait right here for me please," you say, clearly scheming something. Before Law can protest, you stand up above him and walk towards the frantic house. Law watched as you walked towards the house, then down at himself. His once hard erection beginning to lose blood flow due to his annoyance for Sanji. I am so going to go after you first if we become enemies, Sanji, he thinks to himself. He sits still and waits, just like you told him, and starts listening to your crews conversation from in the house.

"Franosuke, Usohachi, why don't you guys go look for Sangoro at the bathhouse nearby, while Law and I stay here in case he comes back?" you asked with a confident smile, knowing they're going to think that's a good idea on your part. Until Usopp opens his mouth.

"Wait, why do you and Law get to relax here? What if that t rex guy shows back up? That's not fair! You just want to be alone with him!" Usopp was unfortunately right on the money, but you were prepared for this due to his squeamish nature.

"Mr.Yasuie? Are the bathhouses in this country seperated or mixed?" You ask, already sure you know the answer.

"Some are seperate, but most are mixed. The closest one here is mixed. I wouldn't recommend you go though, y/n, ma'am. Most of the women around here don't have as many curves as you do, wouldn't want those men getting their hands on a pretty thing like you," he said smiling all the while.

You smiled triumphantly, but this battle wasn't over yet.

"Why can't Law go, you can protect yourself!" Usopp once again protests.

"Because, it's a bathhouse. Law has his jolly Roger tattooed all over himself. Even if this is Wano, they know what pirates are. And Laws jolly Roger looks nothing like Kaido's. That'd bring unnecessary attention to all of us," you argue back, you start to think up another excuse until you see Usopps face become skeptical, the debating lawyer look now faded from his face and voice. Bingo! We have a winner.

"Oh, ok. That actually makes sense since we're trying to lay low," Usopp says as Franky nods in agreement.

"You sure it's ok for us to split up again?" Franky asks, still needing a little push to be convinced.

"Yeah, you guys are strong enough to hold your own if the enemy shows up. Even moreso if you can find Sanjiii-I mean, Sangoro. In the case you do get captured, it wouldn't be good if they caught all 5 of us at once," you say, hoping you just put the final nail in the coffin.

And with that, they started to head off.

"Ok, we're going, but call me on the snail if anything happens or if Sangoro comes back,"

"I will,"

"Oh, one more thing," Usopp leans in to whisper to you, "Don't let nerd alert make you fall for him. He's been eyeing you up ever since we left that dinosaur in the dust. If he tries anything funny, use this,".

Usopp hands you 2 little red seeds.

"What's this?"

"They're puff puff plants. They release a red mist and if it touches your face it feels like it's burning your face off-"

"Nope" you say as you shove them back into his hand.

"But what if he tries something? What if he hurts you?"

"Usohachi, as much as I appreciate you looking out for me, we both know I can hold my own. Plus, I trust him," you say reassuringly.

"You trust him? Well I guess I can hang that 'don't fall for him' mess up. It's too late, you've already been infected," he shrugged.

"Alright, when he gives your heart over to the navy to become a warlord again, I don't wanna hear it," he said crossing his arms.

"Hey, he needs this alliance just as much as we do. And don't worry, if he does give my heart to the navy, I won't complain. Won't have anyone to blame but myself, so I won't cry to you about it,"

"YEAH, BECAUSE YOU'LL BE DEAD!" Usopp yelled as he and Franky exited the house. You made sure to flip him off before turning to Franky.

"Good luck Franosuke! Come back safe!" You waved as they went off into the night.

"Well miss y/n, I'll be retiring for the night. I'm sorry I can't offer you any nice places to sleep or any blankets, I only have one and I'm skin and bones!" Yasuie laughed.

"That's ok, we'll come back inside and sleep on the floor if you don't mind,"

"Not at all, goodnight!" He said as he walked to his room and closed the door behind him.

*sexy part resumes*

You jogged back to where Law was waiting patiently, feeling horrible for how long it took to convince Usopp to leave.

As you walked up to him, he looked peaceful. With his arms under his head, back to the large mat on the ground, eyes looking at the stars. You got closer and noticed that his hat was off again as you laid down next to him. You looked up at the night sky with him for a moment until you decided to speak.

"Sorry about taking so long. I didn't expect to play lawyer with Usopp,"

"It's ok, and I get why he's worried. I'm not a very open personality like most people,"

"That's another quality I like about you, just makes me want to know more,"

"I will say though, I didn't get why he thinks I'd betray you,"

"Me either, after all you told Luffy you wouldn't. Not that I wasn't skeptical at first, but I've learned that you're always honest,"

He glanced over at you gazing at the sky. He didn't expect to be this comfortable around you. This feels almost foreign to him. There was only one other person he remembered being alone with like this and that was a long time ago and in a different sense. He snapped out of his memories as he sees you suddenly shiver.

"Cold?"

"It is a little chilly," you say as you look back at him. Before you can take your eyes off of him, he's getting up and above you. Pinning you as he puts his hands on the ground. He looks into your eyes seeing a reflection of both himself and the starry sky.

"Figured I could be a gentleman and warm you up," he says.

Damn. There it is again. That sultry voice.

You begin to brace yourself off the ground and up into him, but he swoops down to kiss you before the thought becomes an action. It feels like a do over from earlier. Kiss starting slow and then burning into something more again. However, you don't plan to hesitate this time. It was even later into the night, around 2 a.m. now. Everyone in the village would definitely be asleep. He starts trailing down from your lips to your jaw, then to your neck. You suppose that now it was his turn to leave a mark, and he wastes no time doing so. As he makes work of your neck, making it sting so sweetly, one of his hands trails down to the bottom opening of your kimono, sliding his hand up the side of your thigh. He moves to another part of your neck to make yet another mark and moves his hand up to your hip, unintentionally loosening the bow of your kimono and giving him more of your skin to feel. He stops for a moment, hovering over you, he removes his hand from your hip. You whine in frustration at the loss of contact. He let's out a low chuckle as he moves to look down at you.

"How far do you want to take this, y/n?" He asks looking down at you carefully to read your expressions. You shot him a lustful and longing look and before he could start to say "Use your words,", you bucked your hips up in the air to meet his. You let out a quiet moan, never breaking eye contact as you felt his need to be inside you. That made something in him snap into his own desire. The once careful and cautious look of furrowed brows and frowning, now a dangerous smirk with half lidded glazed over eyes. He kept eye contact with you as he lowered his bottom half onto you, grinding against where you needed him most. As he began biting his lip, he slipped one hand under one of your knees to spread your legs out for him, trying to get as much friction as possible. You put a hand over your mouth, not trying to wake up any neighbors with your feverish cries. He stops for a moment, somehow regaining his senses enough to look around and really make sure no one was out and about. Once he makes sure the coast is clear, he takes an extra precaution.

"Room,".

A blue filter surrounded the 2 of you. He wanted to make sure that if someone were to walk upon you 2, that it wouldn't cause another interruption. He couldn't handle stopping now.

"Law, what're you-aaa," you cut yourself off with a moan as Law brought 2 fingers to your entrance and his thumb to your sensitive bud. And he gave a devilish smirk as he realized just how wet you were for him. All for him.

"I wanted to make sure there were no more interruptions like the perverted cook situation," he whispered into your ear as he slowly inserted his fingers into you. Once he was in he began curling his fingers to hit your sweet spot as he rubbed small circles into your clit. You involuntarily bucked your hips to met his rhythm as he started working on you. He contemplates biting and sucking on your ear, but your moans made it evident you needed help with muffling them out, so he kisses you. And he kisses you more desperately then before. He has quite a way of surprising you. It's almost as if he's been planning this moment for a while, taking mental notes on what to do if the moment ever came. He was thoughtful and strategic like that, which made him even hotter.

As he removes his lips from yours, he takes his fingers away at the same time. Denying you the pleasure of having one sensation without the other at the moment. Then he finally opens his kimono, making quick work of stripping his undergarments. You decide to follow his lead, opening the front of the light blue clothing. Before you can remove your panties, he's already doing it. He takes a moment to appreciate the feast in front of him, feeding his eyes at your bare flesh, noticing every freckle, scar, birthmark, all of it. He loves all of you even more than he already did. It felt like the final puzzle piece falling into place. And it was everything he wanted and more still. You were just as transfixed as he was. Studying every single detail of his tattoos as you could. How godly he looked, bare and bathed in moonlight.

"Hey, don't tell me I've bewitched you or sometheing" Law said jokingly, but there was enough worry in his voice to tell you you've been spaced out for a little too long.

"Hmm...what...uh yeah, I-I mean no...sorry," you were tripping and fumbling over your words, trying desperately to form coherent words and sentences.

He looked at you with a smile that was a mixture of the pride in the fact that he had made you a mumbling mess and of how much he adored how cute you were.

"Law,"

"Yes? Able to speak now?"

You nodded, a little embarrassed for feeling so dumbfounded under this extraordinarily intelligent man.

"What is it, y/n?"

"I need you,".

He let out another low chuckle and pressed his chest against yours. He then had his lips next to your ear as he dangerously spoke.

"Tell me how badly you need me, y/n," he said has he lined himself up with your entrance. You practically feel that he was smirking without even looking at him.

"F-fuck, I need you in every conceivable way possible," you whimpered, hoping desperately that he had heard you quiet plea. And oh, he definitely did.

He slowly sheathed himself within you, taking the opportunity to hear every lewd noise you let out as you felt him become one with you. His pace started slow, controlled, but it seemed as time went by he felt more and more the need to lose himself within you. All the bottled up feelings that had been bubbling up between you was being taken out on your body with every rhythmic thrust, becoming quicker and more aggressive by the second. He made sure to keep rubbing circles into your clit, wanting to make sure you enjoyed every second of this. That was the only consistent controlled place of motion he kept on you as he gave in to the rolling of his hips and need to make you his. The louder you got, the more it sounded like praise to his ears. Paying attention to both of your needs as he listened to every beautiful sound you made under him. Once you started to sound a bit too loud, he crashed his lips to yours. He knew that if someone were to show up that he wouldn't have the energy to stop anymore. The coil in your stomach was tightening, you were almost there. You were about to speak up about it, but Laws mouth was still on yours. So, you let your body tell him instead. Walls tightening around him as he gasps, thrusting through every wave of your high until he reaches his own. He looks at you, a bewildering questioning look on his face, sweaty and flush.

"Cum in me," you say, and he does so.

Once he finally catches his breath, he slowly pulls out of you and plops down beside you on his side. He lifts his head to look at the mess he made of your lower half and it's quite a sight. Almost enough to make him want a second round, but quickly dismisses the thought when he looks back at your face. Your eyes are closed, lips slightly parted as you're still trying to get your breathing under control.

"Sorry for dirtying your kimono," he giggles proudly, pressing a kiss to your temple. He's never been more sure of anything in his life as much as he is about you right now.

"If you really feel guilty about it, buy me a new one," you smile at him, eyes dreamily again.

"I don't feel guilty in the slightest about any of this," he smirks.

You giggle as you turn towards him and kiss him, your body shudders, breaking the kiss.

"Whats wrong, is it difficult to move?" He becomes worried so quickly you'd think his personality switched.

"U-Uh, no. Just...um...we should definitely look for a way to clean me up. Kind pouring out like a faucet down there," you say shyly.

He follows your gaze as you open your legs, revealing quite the mess. If the kimono wasn't dirty a moment ago, it definitely was now.

Luckily he had another kimono packed in his bag, he used shambles to get you both inside, switching your bodies with the 2 seeds Usopp had left on the table even after you refused to take them.

He cleaned you both up with a small water bottle of clean water that he had kept secret and a rag from his bag and gave you his second kimono. Of course, it had his jolly Roger on it, and you knew Usopp was going to give you hell when they got back.

[kitchenisking]

Sterek Fic Rec

It's the first night of chunnuka! Enjoy!

Alpha's Heat by TombRaider008 - (Rating: Mature, Words: 1,192, sterek)

Stiles finds Derek in his bedroom. In heat. Wearing his batman boxer briefs, sniffling his used lacrosse jersey and dry humping the living daylights out of his bed. Sexy times ensured.

suck it, pup by DenaCeleste - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 843, sterek)

Stiles has an oral fixation, and Derek has something pretty specific in mind for his pup's enjoyment.

Katoptronphilia by ItsMe_Basil - (Rating: Mature, Words: 2,007, sterek)

"Oh, my god," he mewled, back arching. The hand around his throat tightened and a growl reverberated against him, in his ear, through his skin. 

"Are you looking?" Derek asked. Stiles nodded, a reedy moan pulled from his mouth as Derek let his thumb drag over the head before moving down to the base once more. 

"Look at how pretty you react to my touch," Derek continued. "I made that blush."

The words were whispered against the shell of Stiles' ear. "I made you hard and desperate, leaking."

Taking Care by RisingQueen2 (FallenQueen2) - (Rating: Mature, Words: 3,907, sterek)

When Derek finds out what Peter offered to Stiles and what Gerard really did to him in that basement, it caused him to finally act on his feelings for Stiles.

Get You The Moon by AClosedFicIsNeverRead - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 180,785, sterek)

Derek looked up in surprise to note that they were taking a private jet. Dread settled into his gut like a stone. “It has a cage, doesn’t it?” he asked quietly, and noted the subtle changes in his family members’ posture. “Is it for me?” Cora gave him a pleading look and nodded. “Is it because of what you’re going to tell me?” he asked, voice like gravel. Another nod confirmed it. Stiles. Oh, GOD. It had to be Stiles. Derek would not lose control over anyone else in Beacon Hills and they damned well knew it.

- OR - 

The one where Derek has been gone for 6 months building a new life, finds out that Stiles is being assaulted by Theo, so he comes back to Beacon Hills to kick some serious ass and rescue the loudmouthed human who stole his heart.

(You will need ALL the tissues, but it will have a happy ending by the time all is said and done!)

Title inspired by song:  ‘Get You The Moon’  by Kina ft. Snow

A Perfect Bait For A Knotty Wolf by KnottheWolf - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 3,062, sterek)

Day 9: Feral- “Let me just get this straight. You want me to become your feral Alpha werewolf nephew’s chew toy?”

Peter stroked his chin, “Honestly, I was going for the phrase bed warmer, but you often squeak like a little chew toy. So yes, I want you to be his chew toy. Unless however you want a bullet in your head?”

bad habits (i do em all for you) by nymphe - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 4,879, sterek)

wherein: stiles is sexually frustrated, stiles gets a vibrator stuck in his ass, stiles calls derek to help him with it, there's some kink discovery, a few orgasms, and some feelings. yep, that's about it.

it's just business by To_fill_the_sea - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 2,626, sterek)

Derek has been running a successful company for a long time and finally orchestrated a merger with another company. It has been eating up more time than he'd like and he just wants to spend some time at home. But people keep getting in his way and certain people are going to very surprised when Derek;s boyfriend decides to pop in for a surprise visit.

day of discovery by insert pseud here (EvanesDust) - (Rating: Not Rated, Words: 100, sterek)

...the one where they figure out Eli's a werewolf.

Down On My Knees by SophieTrancy - (Rating: Explicit, Words: 10,479, sterek)

Inspired by a Tumblr post by hoechloin. Contains major Teen Wolf 6x19 spoilers. 

Chris came looking for Derek, hell bent on convincing the wolf to come back. But, unless Stiles needed him there, he wasn't interested. 

"If I go back, it's not for Beacon Hills" Derek said, turning to look at the former Hunter "It's for Stiles" That is, until he truly understands just how fucked they are.

"You haven't heard, then" Chris spoke, watching as Derek arched his brows at him "That's weird, I always thought the kid was the only one who actually had a way to reach you" Chris said, chuckling to himself.

So Derek goes back, thinking Stiles was finally safe, away from Beacon Hills. But he was right to assume it wouldn't last long, of course he was. Stiles was his mate, after all, he should've known better. Things don't go according to plan, despite their best efforts. And it's like time stopped for Derek, watching as Stiles' body fell to the floor. 

Originally posted on tumblr.

[skyeoak]

Tmagp 30 thoughts

Vocal performances all slayed. 10/10

I think there’s a lot of good and bad in the finale! But overall, it feels underbaked. (Or overplotted/overplanned?)

I’ll save my finalized thoughts on the hilltop center to see if it’s developed in further seasons, because uh, hmm. Jonny said in the live drop that carousels of horrors were his favorite to write, but they sure are not realllyyyy my favorite to listen to. They’re kind of thematic scattershot. And yeah, one of my critiques about TMA is that I don’t love how we only rarely see how the fears combine and interact. Having multiple creepy things in a curiosity cabinet -com shopping center doesn’t really solve that problem for me.

The idea of a character turning a blind eye to an obviously creepy job is still interesting, especially in how it parallels the staff of the OIAR. But that’s kinda the start and end of my interest in the custodian? It feels like this story could have been shrunk to 1/3 length and had a better effect. I just feel like this should have been a midseason statement, and the finale could have focused on having some sort of action or tension. Honestly, I wasn’t expecting the finale to have a statement at all, to be structurally in line with early TMA. Maybe a full statement/story from Celia, giving the non-TMA audience some idea of why she thinks there’s nothing to go back to in her universe. Hell. Maybe she could just. Tell Sam, uncompelled. I would have loved to see her try to convince him to jump. Convince him that her new life matters more than his (perceived) failure of one. Instead… this is another episode where I feel like the double meaning titles weigh down what the statement could be. And it’s the season finale.

I wondered early on if the finale for this season would feel more like setup for future seasons, and yep. Yep it did. It just felt like there was this inherent tension between the stakes of the story, which are already at interdimensional travel, and the level of danger it feels like everyone is in. Not to mention how Celia just drops a list of alchemical balance things out of the blue. Magnus Protocol is in a tricky situation: they need to set up a new conflict and new characters, and at the same time, Magpod has already done mega-apocalypse hellscapes and so TMagP might feel the need to go bigger. (Imo I don’t think sequels always need to raise the stakes but I understand that’s industry standard). It’s also tackling alchemy, a notoriously complex subject that’s probably hard to explain to an audience in any way that feels natural. You can’t just throw murder worm lady and screaming main character in the finale and call it a day. There’s a lot going on, less time, and I don’t know if the characterization this season was consistent (/consistently good) enough to hold the full weight of it all.

OKAY, WHELMED THOUGHTS OVER, now for the good! Surprise surprise, it’s all the little character payoffs!

Gwen and Lena’s confrontation was EVERYTHING. Gwen is kicking anthills, and Lena is so content to let her stand in them while the ants crawl up her legs. I won’t lie though, I’m not sure if this plotline will be interesting to me. I think it depends on how fast the OIAR staff can get Gwen to actually be on their side.

Sam deciding to protect Celia by pushing the archivist into the void is SENSATIONAL CHARACTER PAYOFF. (This is my interpretation of the scene, audio was super unclear once again, and there was a line change from transcript to podcast that made this super ambiguous in the actual canon audio.) My poor guy has ZERO self esteem, and still wants to be a hero. He probably realized that if what Celia just told him was true, an archivist could actually kill her on the spot. My guess is that (tma spoilers) this balanced the rift not because Celia replaced her own missing soul (plenty of folks got sent through hilltop road in that same incident) but because an archivist+a person were pulled through to replace Jon and Martin. Truly excited to see where they end up, and if this archivist gets developed more as a character next season. Also the implications of interdimensional balance on what happened at the end of TMA are… interesting.

Oh Alice. Everything in this intricately balanced house of checking up on people and soothing them and deflecting tension with jokes is about to come crashing down. I’m so sorry this is happening to you.

And yes, this is a super lukewarm episode review but I do wanna say I liked this season a lot, and TMAGP is still a cut above a LOT of horror I have read/listened to this year. I’m hoping seasons 2 and 3 will either steer further into a direct TMA sequel, angle OR steer clear and become their own thing. TMAGP is stuck uncomfortably in the middle right now. Just be the good parts of her. But completely new.

[anderscim]

✦ i actually talk about something other than DRDT for once (minor detail analysis)

// spoilers for up to chapter 4 of MDA:RC

you know the drill. (rain code edition) and yes, i’m actually in other fandoms. i have way too many hyperfixtations. lord help me.

basically, there was a small detail i noticed about a specific character’s mystery phantom in the chapter 4 labyrinth, so i just wanted to point that out and make connections as to what it could possibly mean.

let’s get straight to it! ^^

yes, this is about yomi’s mystery phantom. but likely not in the way that you’d think.

of course, i love the fact that yomi’s mystery phantom form doesn’t have any colorful accents like the others, and i could honestly talk for hours about that aspect—but this post is actually about a separate detail.

just what in hell is going on with yomi’s hair?

yep, that’s what i’m going to talk about. and i’m not flaming him for this wild hairstyle, trust me.

when you look at it, the mystery phantom’s hairstyle is divided into three separate parts:

the left(?) portion of his hair, which is on the messier side and pointing in all directions

the middle portion, which is the most similar to yomi’s actual hairstyle (checked his sprite for reference)

and the rightmost portion, which looks like someone used a straightening iron on it.

in a way, he almost doesn’t look like yomi. all other mystery phantoms have at least partial semblance to their real-life counterparts—especially with their eye-shape and the general flow of their hair—but in the case of this specific mystery phantom, there wasn’t a lot.

though, that isn’t too important, right? it’s just a unique part of his mystery phantom design so i shouldn’t think too hard into it, surely it can’t be anything more than tha—

huh

wait, if this is what i think it is-

…oh.

what’s unique about this moment is that yakou’s apparition(?) appears as if to directly replace yomi’s mystery phantom. which doesn’t happen anywhere else.

which means, there’s a possibility that this cutscene was intentionally created to show that “yomi’s” mystery phantom was a front for the true culprit. (the truth was right in front of yuma all this time, but disguised under a facade. yuma just couldn’t get himself to face it head-on until the very end) there’s a multitude of theories i can come up with about why they decided to show this, but unfortunately that’s not what i’m here to talk about. though, if you don’t mind, here’s a side tangent: my main theory is that yakou felt horrible about essentially using the detectives in his crime and couldn’t face the rest of the NDA after what he did; the only way he could directly argue against their deductions was to act as someone else. after his true identity was exposed he had nothing more to say to them, other than a non-verbal expression of the regret he carried behind his back) okay side tangent over

my point is—if the theory of “yakou hid behind the guise of yomi’s mystery phantom” is true, it provides an explanation for the mystery phantom’s hair style.

after all, the two other “parts” of his hair i described earlier are quite similar to the hairstyles of two other characters.

…yeah. yakou and his wife. it’s not an exact replica of their hairstyles, but the general flow and concept is there.

in a way, this subtle detail is a nod to yakou’s true motive behind murdering huesca—to protect his wife / avenge his wife’s death. but yakou didn’t want to reveal this and hid it all the way through to the end, even going as far as obscuring his face on the photo with his blood so others couldn’t identify it, and hiding behind the guise of yomi’s mystery phantom in the labyrinth.

despite this “facade,” however—yakou’s true motives behind the crime are still visible. they’re just not up front and center until someone points them out.

god, chapter 4 has reshaped my mental process in ways i can’t describe. there’s so much i still want to talk about with “yomi’s” mystery phantom design (like how the part of the hairstyle that resembles yakou is on the mystery phantom’s “demon(?)-like” half and how the part that resembles his wife is on the “angelic” half), but that will have to wait until later.

for now, take this with a grain of salt ^^

[morose-marble]

Still on an Assad high from episode 5 at the moment so i went trawling through the various supercuts of his roles (thanks!) and discovered the fate of his hotel portofino character to be !!!! a lot?? (spoilers under the cut for those potentially concerned)

They fuckinn murder the man!!!! like, okay, I get that Assad had to be written out of the show bc he's having his big american break with iwtv and it probably clashed with HP production or something, that's fine, whatever, but DAMN they really went with a brutal, bleak as hell choice oof

Anish Sengupta, the main gay character™ and only man of colour in the main cast, is caught by fascists and shot in the woods along with his antifa boyfriend!!!! After a grueling season of hiding in squalor due to his injuries incurred from antifascist activism gone wrong!!! They really took their gays, gave them a whirlwind antifascist romance moment and decided, "yep, we're done here, let's shoot them in the head execution style, off-screen! that'll be good!"

He and his boyfriend are told "people like you don't deserve to live" by their executioner and that's all folks!

Like, I get that it's supposed to communicate the horrors of fascism effectively etc. etc. and I, of course, haven't watched the whole show so I might be missing some nuance that might provide redeeming qualities for the writing but just like this... woof

some gays were buried. off-screen, to boot.

[chuckeroo777]

Frieren Liveblog- Chapters 1-4

Welcome back! Today we start reading Frieren! Unlike my Dungeon Meshi liveblog, this one will be blind!

To start, let's go over what I do know.

-Frieren is an immortal elf mage of some renown.

-She lost a human companion she cared a lot about, but unlike Marcille, she's chill about it.

-The mimic scene.

-There's a guy with blue hair, and a demon(?) lady.

-I think they adventure in dungeons to get stronger?

Yeah, I think that's about all I know. Let's see what happens!

And here we have our intrepid heroes! Apparently they already beat the demon lord, so that's nice.

Wait, Himmel? Oh no. I'm pretty sure that's the dude Frieren misses. Alas, it was nice to meet you. Guess the character class "Brave" doesn't save you from death flags. Suddenly not feeling confident Heiter or Eisen will be sticking around either.

Oh no! She's tiny! I love her. LOTR did irreparable damage to fantasy by insisting elves have to be tall.

Well, that was quick. I guess other than Himmel's imminent demise, all my spoilers have already shown up.

Frieren's a high INT low WIS kinda character, isn't she? At this rate, his tragic death is literally going to be old age. No, seriously. I think that's what's about to happen.

This is gonna be a recurring problem, isn't it.

Saw that coming from a mile away. I wonder about the other two companions. Are they longer lived races? Or are they old and wrinkled too?

It's your own fault for being of optimal head pat height. Heiter looks a little older, but not too bad. I can't tell if Eisen is different. With the manga format, for all I know, he's gone grey.

Ah. Perhaps not as chill about it as I assumed. Also, I went ahead and switched over to a better translation. Maybe the other was more accurate, but good lord was it stiff as hell.

Who's this cutie? I'd hope she is a major character, but with 70 years having passed since the manga started, I'm worried about getting attached to anyone but Frieren.

Phooey.

This can only end well.

Now what exactly does that mean? I'm sensing some deeper motivations for studying magic for both of them. (Also, I'm not retracting my Phooey until I confirm Fern doesn't die of old age at the end of the chapter.)

Oh dear. I thought I got enough of this from The Monster who Wants to Eat Me, but I guess we're doing this here too.

Best case scenario really.

Yessss! New companion! Also, this is really sweet, even if it only worked because Frieren didn't care about wasting six whole years.

Telekinesis may not be flashy, but the raw utility it can provide is nuts.

The adventurer's creed. As long as the loot is magic, you want it. Guess who has a collection of hundreds of scrolls and potions in BG3 despite having used, maybe 5 total. No, I can't store them in camp. What if I need them later!

Yep, they're adventurers alright. I am rather happy to see that despite her stoic facade, Frieren is in fact, a goober.

Where's the lie?

Keep telling yourself that.

Oh god, please tell me this Manga isn't a cycle of new companions joining, growing old, and dying.

Please stop vagueblogging at your apprentice.

No one told me this was a sad manga.

Good for you, but don't forget to retrieve the lady's seeds before you leave.

This isn't giving hope that this mange isn't on a centuries spanning timescale.

Oh no. It's only been four chapters, but I already adore her.

Is candy a euphemism for something?

This is sadly rather relatable.

Oh my god Frieren, stop staring at Fern's bobs.

Ok, so, before I finish tonight's session, I decided to take a little peek ahead to assuage my fears. This is from chapter 107, so it looks like I don't have to worry about Frieren repeatedly outliving her friends in this story. At least with old age. They could still die the old fashioned way. The only other detail I accidentally spoiled is that Fern is still with her, so reverse death flag, I guess.

And that's the first session! Very different vibes from what I was expecting. It's very somber, while being funny in a rather low-key way. Frieren is already a delight, and I'm interested to learn more about Fern. So far she seems to mostly be the straight-man, but I'm sure she has some fun quirks.

Also, glad to see basically everything I was spoiled on was in chapter 1. I went into Dungeon Meshi knowing about the cool monster Marcille is in lesbians with.

[thebiggerbear]

WIP Wednesday - Multiple - 2/7/24

So I've got a few things in the works and I was having a hard time deciding which one to go with for today so I put a few here. I took out any specific spoilers.

I hope they're all okay. I hope to get these all up fully very soon!

1) Beau Arlen x Female!Reader (Short Series)

You shouldn’t have been surprised at the name popping up on your cell phone but considering it was near the end of a business Thursday, it did. You had just been about to close up shop and head out yourself.

You swiped green and immediately put the phone to your ear. “Beau Arlen. As I live and breathe.” You purposely deepened the twang in your voice.

“Y/N Y/L/N. I see you’ve finally assimilated, and after I left, too.”

“Yep. I’ve got a cowgirl hat and I’ve been making appearances on the rodeo circuit,” you teased.

“As long as it’s only appearances and you’re not doing any actual bull riding.”

You smirked.  “Well, when you say bull riding…”

“Y/N,” he warned, making you laugh and relax back into your chair, lifting your feet onto your desk, making one of your colleagues discreetly frown over at you. You ignored the tightass they’d assigned to your unit a month earlier.

“Oh relax, Sheriff. Eight seconds is a little too fast, even for me.”

“I was under the impression eight seconds was the amount of time you gave a guy before kicking him out the door the next morning.” You could hear the teasing in his tone.

“That depends on how the night went but usually less.”

Your smile grew when you heard him chuckling in your ear. “Goddamn.”

2) John Winchester x Female!Reader (Prompt Response)

You were running your ass off as two vampires chased you through a field in broad daylight. You were soaked through from the rain coming down in buckets, making the grass slippery and if you came across a patch of mud, you were screwed. You ignored the booms of thunder overhead and pumped your arms to try to make it to the treeline where your car sat, waiting. If you somehow survived this, you were going to kill Troy. “It’s a small nest, Y/N, three vampires if you’re lucky. You’ll be in and out,” he’d said. Well, Troy was full of shit. There had been at least twelve vampires in the abandoned building and it was a damn miracle you had survived this far. 

You’d been able to take out at least four though your machete got stuck in the fourth vampire’s neck and you’d had no choice but to abandon it and run since by that point, the nest was awake and very aware of your intrusion. You had a backup machete strapped to your back and that was what helped you get outside but it had been knocked out of your hands during a melee with the two vampires who were chasing you. It would have meant your immediate death had you dived for it or tried to retrieve it in any way. So that got left behind, too. 

“Fuck,” you hissed, glancing behind you and seeing how much the vamps were gaining behind you. Troy better pray they killed you because he was going to wish they had if you made it. 

You reached the tree line and ran in the direction of your car, ignoring the growls behind you. If you could just get to the car, you could dive inside, start it up, and run their asses over, not to mention turn on lights you had custom built into the car for situations such as these. The light wouldn’t actually hurt them but they’d be enough of a deterrent so you could get your ass out of there.

However, your plan was foiled when one of the vamps dove for you and knocked you down to the ground. You grunted as you tried to get back up but it was too late; the vamp quickly turned you around, showed you his teeth, and ducked down to bite you. As he lowered, the last thought you had was that you were going to haunt Troy for this, possibly go all poltergeist on his ass, the stupid son of a bitch.

Before you could think anything else, the vampire’s head suddenly went missing and a bloody stump was in its place. The body went slack and you quickly pushed it off of you. What the hell? You glanced up and saw a man standing above you in a dark coat holding a bloody machete. His hood was up so you couldn’t make out his face but that didn’t matter because suddenly the second vampire was upon you both. It saw its dead companion and immediately rushed you. You quickly crawled backwards on your hands, not able to do much to defend yourself without some sort of weapon, when the man stepped forward in front of you to meet it head on. It wasn’t long before he got the better of the vampire and it went the same way its buddy had. You heard the soft thud of the head hitting the ground and you let out a breath of relief. You didn’t know who this stranger was but you were grateful. Though he only bought you a little more time; guaranteed, the rest of the nest was going to be after you once it got dark. While you had prepped yourself to go into the nest, you knew there was no way that one of them hadn’t caught your scent. And if they did, you were still screwed.

3) Dean Winchester x Bella Swan (One Shot)

He takes a breath and then proceeds over to where she’s sitting. He shakes his head when he notices a drink in front of her. “I’d offer to buy you a drink but it seems like you’ve already got one.”

She turns to look at him. “Then I’ll buy you one,” she says. She signals to the bartender and orders a double of the whiskey Dean prefers to drink on nights like these. 

He takes a seat and turns towards her. When his drink arrives, she holds her glass out expectantly and he clinks his to hers before taking a hearty sip. He feels the familiar burn as it travels down his throat, settling in the pit of his stomach. 

“How did your case go?” She asks.

“Wrapped it up about two hours ago so pretty damn good.” He places his glass back down on the counter before glancing over at her. “What are you doing in this neck of the woods?”

A mischievous gleam appears in her eyes at his choice of words. "Just passing through."

4) Jason Teague x Female!Reader (Prompt Response)

You stood sentry near the end of the staircase at The Talon, staring up at the closed door to Lana Lang’s apartment. From your corner of the room, you just watched Jason and Lana running upstairs with big goofy smiles on their faces and then Lana teasing him with an almost kiss. It made you want to gag. 

You fully expected that he would be up there for a while based on that puke-inducing display and you figured a latte wouldn’t hurt while you waited. But before you could turn away, Jason had emerged from the door, his face severe and troubled. You crossed your arms and waited. He caught sight of you mid-way down the stairs and his expression darkened considerably more.

He stopped two steps above you. “What do you want?” He snapped.

You arched a brow up at him. “What every girl wants. A romantic moment like you just had a few minutes ago right here in front of everyone.” You gestured to the crowd behind you that couldn’t care less what you were talking about. A smirk formed on your face when you turned back to him.

His jaw clenched. “So you’re still spying on me?”

“More like selective reconnaissance but hey, tomato, toh-mato.”

Jason snorted and glanced around the room quickly before moving down a step and fixing you with a glare. “I’ve got this handled. So you can run back to your masters like the little bitch you are and let them know that your selective reconnaissance is no longer needed.” His green eyes were darker than normal; he meant business. Too bad so did you.

You held a hand to your heart and gave him a mock look of hurt. “Ouch. That hurt. And to think, I used to let you take my clothes off and take full advantage of me anytime Mommy frustrated you.” 

The look he gave you should have immediately put you six feet under. The one you gave him back should have made his head immediately explode.

5) Dean Winchester x Female!Reader (Prompt Response)

You glanced over at Dean in the passenger seat, noticing his jaw was clenched. 

“What’s the matter, Dean?”

He kept his eyes on the road. “Nothing,” he muttered.

You checked in the backseat, noting Sam was watching you. He shrugged and you gave him a reassuring smile followed by a wink before you slid on the seat towards Dean. “It’s obviously not nothing,” you murmured. You leaned in to press a kiss to his jaw. “What’s wrong, baby?”

“Nothing,” he repeated. “I’m just…tired, I guess. Long drive.”

You rested your chin on his shoulder. “You want me to drive? I don’t mind.”

He smiled over at you. “No, sweetheart. I’ve got it. Thanks, though.” He quickly pecked your lips and turned back to the road.

“I know.” You bent forward to grab his box of cassette tapes from under your seat. You immediately felt a hand on the small of your back. 

“Sweetheart, you make me nervous when you do that. Can you please sit up and put your seatbelt back on?”

You could hear the worry in Dean’s voice. “I will in a second, promise. Almost got it.” You almost had it fully out when Dean’s arm wrapped around your waist and began to pull you back towards him. The movement actually ended up helping you and you sat up, grinning. “Got it,” you crowed. You sat back against him, his arm still pinning you there. “Now, what do you want to listen to?” You began sorting through the tapes.

“I’m good with whatever you choose,” he murmured. 

You smiled up at him and kissed him before picking a tape and sticking it into the tape deck. When the sounds of Led Zeppelin’s “Whole Lotta Love” filled the car, Dean chuckled in your ear. “Hell yeah. That’s my girl.”

You smirked and pressed another kiss to his jaw line, noting that he seemed a little more relaxed than earlier. You were happy to see it. You knew this would do the trick. You may or may not have given a lap dance to Dean to this song in the past. 

Almost as if he heard your thoughts, he leaned in and whispered to you, “Can I get a repeat performance later tonight, d’ya think?”

You whispered back to him, “If you’re a good boy for the rest of the day, I don’t see why not.”

He shook his head, chuckling, and quickly kissed you again before turning back to the road. You felt his hand discreetly move to your thigh and squeeze, and then he pulled away. “I hate for you to go anywhere but, sweetheart, please put your seatbelt back on. I’m holding you to that promise you made later and I can’t do that if you get hurt.”

You tapped a finger to your chin once you were back in your seat, buckled in. “Did I make a promise? I don’t think I did.”

Dean smirked over at you. “Yeah, you did. It was implied.”

6) Jon Snow x Female!Reader (Prompt Response)

You made a swift right turn, nodding at two harried guards as you did. They were busy trying to direct the sudden traffic of servants for Northern lords that they had no time to notice you which suited you just fine. As the men’s frustrated words faded behind you, you smiled a little to yourself, noting that this hallway was thankfully not as crowded as the rest seemed to be. You were glad that you had taken a different route to the kitchens than the direct one from the Great Hall. You hadn’t needed to push your way through the large crowd in the room and you would actually reach your destination unscathed.

That is, if someone hadn’t suddenly grabbed you, slipped a hand over your mouth to prevent your scream from being heard, and yanked you into a hidden alcove. You prepared yourself to fight whoever it was until you came face to face with a familiar pair of brown eyes, a scar trailing down a cheek from underneath the left one — a scar you had traced gently more than once with your fingers. You let out a breath of relief against the skin of his calloused hand and relaxed slightly until you remembered that you were angry with him.

“It’s only me,” Jon whispered reassuringly as he released you. “I didn't mean to frighten you, my lady. I only wanted a moment to speak with you alone.” He carefully lifted his hand to your cheek, stroking your skin softly, his eyes intent on your face, giving you a hint of a tentative smile.

“Apologies, my lord, but you must have mistaken me for the dragon queen,” you snapped, keeping your expression as cold as ice. You could see that wounded him but you had also been wounded. Like Sansa, you hadn’t failed to see the familiarity between Jon and the Targaryen woman when they arrived and you had heard the rumors of a tryst happening on their sea voyage here. At the time, you had just considered them rumors but after seeing how the dragon queen looked at Jon, you knew them to be true. You felt pain in your heart and a constricting of your throat, refusing to gaze upon the couple unless required. “Shall I send word to her councilors to ensure that she makes her way down this hall to be accosted by you and dragged into this alcove so you may have a moment alone to speak with her without the eyes of the North upon you?” 

Jon heaved a sigh, his smile now gone, and he lowered his hand. “Not you, too.”

7) Dean Winchester x Angel!Reader (One Shot/Reader Request)

“Well, I didn’t think you had it in you.” 

“I’m your huckleberry.”

As Doc Holliday lifted his head to reveal his identity, you frowned. “I don’t understand that phrase, Dean.” It was always something that had puzzled you. Granted, you hadn’t spent much time down here during the Wild West era, but you had never heard anyone going around uttering this phrase, especially in this context. Perhaps it was a pop culture thing of the times.

Dean paused the movie and turned to look at you. “What?”

“‘I’m your huckleberry.’ What does a small fruit have to do with the coming gun battle?”

Out of the corner of your eye, you saw Sam turn his head away from you both, trying to smother a smile. Dean appeared unsure of how to answer you.

“Well, I think it just means something like ‘I’m your guy.’”

“Then why doesn’t he say that?”

“Say what?”

“I’m your guy? Instead of saying ‘I’m your huckleberry’ then why doesn’t he say what he means?”

Dean exchanged a look with Sam before turning back to you. “I don’t really know, Y/N/N. Perhaps the line wouldn’t have been as legendary in pop culture.” You noticed Sam rolling his eyes and then you saw a salacious smirk start to spread across Dean’s face. “You know, if you’re having trouble understanding the movie, why don’t you come over here and sit with me? I’ll answer any questions you have.” Sam was frowning at his brother now.

You glanced at the recliner Dean was in. “The seat you're in appears to be designed to only hold one occupant at a time.”

Sam snickered and Dean shot him a glare before glancing back at you. “I know that, Y/N/N. Just like this,” He gestured towards his lap. “Is only made for one person at a time. Well, mostly. But it’s open so how about it?” He patted the space invitingly, giving you that smirk once more. 

“Dean,” Sam warned.

“Shut up, Sammy. So, Y/N/N, you gonna come sit with me or what?”

Your brows furrowed, still unsure of how you both would fit in that chair comfortably, but Dean seemed determined for you to join him. You got to your feet and slowly made your way over. You weren’t exactly sure how a change in seating arrangements would shed more light on the odd phrases chosen for the characters to say in this film but it was something Dean seemed to think would help.

8) Dean Winchester x Female!Reader (Prompt Response - sequel to the "Sleep" prompt)

You finished filling the dishwasher and were just about to start it up when you heard footsteps coming down the stairs behind you. You turned and gave Sam a smile. “Did he go down easy?”

Sam gave you a small smile in return though it looked more like a tight grimace. “Yeah. One reading of Goodnight Moon and he was out like a light. Playing at the park today must have really tired him out.”

“I’m sure. Thanks for doing that.”

He gave you an awkward nod and took a seat at the kitchen table, opening up his laptop. 

You bit at your lip, not really wanting to bring this up but you also knew you couldn’t take much more of this tension between you. “Listen, Sam, about last night…”

“We don’t have to talk about it. It’s fine,” he dismissed with a wave of his hand, giving you that tight smile again before looking at the screen.

You watched as he began scanning the news for any new cases, something he did weekly just to keep on the ball. If he found anything, he never actually took the cases himself. Instead, he called Jody or Donna, sometimes Claire, to let them know what he’d found and that maybe they could check out.

You both had retired from hunting right before your son was born, having both agreed that your child deserved a life free of monsters and worrying about whether Mommy or Daddy would come home that night. But it was still in both of you, in your very blood, and Sam figured he could still fight the good fight from your kitchen a few nights a month. You really wanted him to drop it altogether, something he promised he would when your son got a little older, but you also understood that it was important to him. So you tried to back off, cut him some slack, and just hoped that one day the lore books he’d taken could return to the Bunker. Before your son was old enough to start combing through texts of demon rituals.

You pressed your lips together and rested back against the counter. “I think we do need to talk about it.”

9) Soldier Boy x Female!Reader (Prompt Response - sort of sequel to "Sleep" prompt) - @deans-spinster-witch this is a tiny piece of what I was telling you about ;)

Ben quietly slipped into the bathroom, undressed, and snuck into the shower behind you. You were rubbing suds-covered hands all over the front of your body. 

While you cleaned the front, Ben’s eyes roamed over the back. He was already predictably hard, just seeing you naked. You had the perfect ass and even though you still had some baby weight that you were trying to lose, in his eyes, you were fucking gorgeous. You had mournfully admitted a couple of weeks ago that your stomach was soft and you were embarrassed by the visible stretch marks and your wider hips, not to mention the few pounds sticking around. Your breasts were bigger (something he didn’t see as a problem), and you were feeling a bit insecure about your new shape. He loved the new you, which he made sure to tell you over and over as he fucked you that night. You were the mother of his kid, you’d given birth to her, nourished her from your body, and you could give him even more. It endlessly fascinated him that his seed took root in you and a healthy child grew from it, one that was half you and half him. He’d literally fucked a baby into you and every time he saw you like this, he wanted to do it again (though you’d told him your body needed at least a year or two to recuperate). You looked so fucking gorgeous carrying his kid and now, you were even more beautiful if that was possible. It was a beauty he saw when you breastfed his daughter, when you smiled down at her, talked to her, and rocked her to sleep. There wasn’t a day that went by that he didn’t want you, on your back (or your hands and knees, he wasn’t picky), taking load after load of his until he knocked you up once more. 

So he had been dumbfounded and almost incredulous when you nervously admitted all of this to him, implying that maybe he didn’t find you attractive anymore and maybe he’d prefer a flat-stomached, tighter, younger, free-to-bang-all-day woman instead. That or some old lady he wanted to get his groove on with. He’d fucked that notion right out of your head, both of them.

But now as he stepped toward you, not only was he incredibly turned on by you and how beautiful he still thought you were, but he also realized right then, just like he had many times before this moment, you were the only one he wanted. He wrapped his arms around you and pressed a kiss to your wet shoulder.

You let out a small gasp in surprise. “Where is she?”

“They've got her.” 

“Well, I’m not doing anything with you in this shower so you might as well get out,” you snapped and attempted to wriggle out of his embrace. When you couldn’t, you huffed out an aggravated breath and went back to rubbing soap over your skin. 

He nosed your wet hair out of the way to get closer to your ear. “I’m sorry,” he whispered. “I never should’ve said that shit.”

“No, you shouldn’t have,” you muttered, gliding soap down your arms.

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10) Anael x Female!Reader (One Shot)

You slipped your mask off and tossed it into the backseat. You then held the wheel with your knees as you struggled to get the voice modulator off and sent it the same way of the mask. Ana watched all of this impatiently. 

“I still don’t understand why you had to use a Halloween mask of all things,” she sniffed. “And changing your voice was a bit of a stretch, wouldn’t you say?”

You rolled your eyes as you slipped on a baseball cap, sunglasses, and then took control of the wheel again. “I told you, they couldn’t know it was me. Besides, I committed the unholy trinity of Dean Winchester.”

She shot you a look of disbelief. “The unholy what?”

You made a quick left turn to head straight out of town. The more distance you put between you and the Winchesters, the better. “I shot Sam, I threatened the angel, and I left Dean tied up,” you listed. “The unholy trinity. The three reasons Dean will never stop looking for us, especially now that he knows what you look like. Which is exactly why I told you that you should switch vessels if you can, especially if you plan to stay in the States, still doing your faith services.”

Ana scoffed. “Absolutely not. This is my vessel and I got it fair and square. I healed her husband and she gave herself over to me. Not to mention, I have a brand as Sister Jo. I can’t just change that up on the fly. It wouldn’t be good for business.”

You heaved a sigh. “Ana, we’ve talked about this. The Winchesters aren’t going to let this go and based on what you told me about their angel, it doesn’t sound like he will either.”

“I have a dedicated customer base!” 

“That you won’t be able to continue having if you’re dead.” You gave her a meaningful look and she huffed slightly, turning to stare back out over the road.

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This was delayed because I was having trouble deciding what to share from The Cormorant that's not too spoiler-y. Y'all have to wait for the real chapter to see any present Don! But here's some I wrote recently of Bobby with his Aves:

“Yep, you’re right,” Bobby said with a sigh. “And we’ll be following your path northwards, so hell, maybe we’ll find you real fast, and then you and I can go back to Seattle. Leave poor Don alone once he realizes he can’t forgive me for our fucked up past after all.”

The cormorant made a grumbley noise of protest.

Bobby arched his brow. “What?”

Jack shook his head, but before their conversation could continue, Bobby jolted awake.

Also gonna share this Jorty kiss that I jotted down this morning because I really wanna write them a fic and I don't have time but I wanted them to kiss, so. Might as well share it now!

Jim kissed slowly, but that didn't mean it wasn't packed with heat.

It wasn't hungry; it wasn't rushed as if he was starved and needed as much as fast as possible. Instead it was patient, as if he was savoring it, like it was some precious thing that he needed to take in every detail of. The soft press of their lips, the drag of skin, the hot breath as their mouths opened to each other. It was messy and heavy and so unlike any other way Shorty had ever been kissed, that when he felt the warm wet of Jim's tongue press to his own, he nearly went weak at the knees. He was so turned on by kissing this way, he was already growing hard, leaning back against the wall and hoping Jim would follow, press his body against him, and -- Jim broke away. Shorty, delayed from chasing after him, opened his eyes. Jim smiled at him, cheeks deeply flushed. "Good night, Shorty," he said breathlessly. Shorty huffed, a smile growing on his own lips as he laid his head back against the wall, "Seriously?"

...maybe I should find time to write this fic. Lol.

Anyway, I'll tag @kcsplace and @borealopelta if y'all have anything you'd like to share!

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Troubleshooting (Miguel O'hara) (Part 2 of New Recruit?)

pairings: Miguel O'Hara x Filipino F! Reaser

summary: You've been in the spider society for quite a while now. Having a complicated situationship with Miguel led you to facing consequences and having a hard time to decide. What will happen if you have to choose between him or saving the kids?

warnings: angst(?), MAJOR ATSV SPOILERS‼️, PTSD, very inaccurate description of PTSD because I can't explain the feeling(?), suggestive(?) in some way

a/n: I was actually having a hard time thinking of a title for this one but no worries, you'll get a context once you've finished the story!!

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 (COMING SOON)

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That was almost a year ago, now, you're officially part of the spider society, fighting and attending missions that were assigned by Miguel.

Right now, you were fighting an anomaly in an alternate universe, swinging around the city as you shot webs into the anomaly's body. You smiled at your work, his body barely noticeable because of the webs you've shot to his body.

You smiled at your work before throwing him the device Miguel had given you, just then your watch beeped. A hologram of Jess popped up and you immediately greeted her.

"Hey, Jess." You greeted with a smile, "What's up?" You asked, "A universe is collapsing, I would appreciate it if you go right now. I sent you the location." She replied, her voice firm.

"What?" Your eyes widened and nod, "Got it." You quickly opened the portal to the location and went running.

You walked out of the portal, examining what's happening. "Jess!" You called out the pregnant woman. "What the hell happened?"

"They interrupted a canon event." Her gaze fell on the group of four. You immediately recognized them. "Miles?" Your eyes widened at the realization, "Lagot kayo kay Miguel." (You guys are busted.)

"That's what I was saying." Jess said, "Y/n?" Miles asked, looking over to Gwen. "Even Y/n is part of the spider society?“ he asked her, his mask squinting.

You looked at Gwen before looking at Miles, then to the rest of the group of Spiderpeople who were examining the collapsing universe. "Tangina," you cursed, sighing before looking at Jess. (Son of a bitch,)

"What did the boss say?" You asked her, "He wants Miles on HQ, with Gwen." Jess said. "You know you shouldn't move around too much, you have a baby with you." You gestured at her, then her stomach.

"Care to go with them? I know Miguel would go nuts to them so I really would appreciate if you come." She said, the two spiderteens still staring at the both of you conversing.

"Sure, not like I have a choice." You said with a small smile, "I got it from here." You nod once then turned to the teens. "What the hell did you do?

"It was an accident, he didn't know." Gwen defended Miles, "Goodluck saying that to boss man." You huffed, "You know he's been grumpy these days." You continued, recalling the last time the two of you fought, it ended up being nasty.

"I know, but please? Try to talk to him?“ Gwen pleaded, putting both hands together. "I'll try, now, come on, Miles. We need to go there." You ushered the boy, creating a portal to the HQ.

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The four of you entered Miguel's Office, Hobie in tow while Gwen and Miles were right behind you. "This will freak him out, honestly." You muttered to yourself.

"Kalmahan mo beh, okay lang 'to." You tried to reassure yourself, picking at your hands. The voices of the others became more distant as it was replaced by buzzing sounds. (Calm down, it's going to be okay.)

This always happens to you when you're overwhelmed, even before you turned into Spider-woman. You were pulled out of your trance when Gwen called you out, poking your arms.

"Hey, you good?" She asked, worry filled her eyes. "Yep, totally." You were trying your best to be nonchalant about it but it's hard when you know something bad will happen.

As the 4 of you reach Miguel's office you notice Hobie stealing something, a curious glint in your eyes. You slowed down and let Miles and Gwen take the lead.

You walked with Hobie, flashing him a small smile. You let the hologram near your thigh disappear for a second, revealing your shorts. You reached something from your pocket and gave it to him. You placed your finger in your lips and smiled. He gave a smirk and nodded.

You covered yourself with the hologram once again, catching up to Gwen and Miles. Once the 3 of you entered the room, you let out a small cough. He didn't say anything until Miles looked at Gwen and was about to say something when Gwen stopped him.

"Yeah, I know it's long, but it's his thing." Gwen said and you could only shrug. "Miguel O'hara, meet Miles Morales." Gwen gestured to Miles. Miles chuckled and raised his hands. "Aye, que tal, tió!" He shrugged, "What? I speak Spanish." (How are you, uncle!)

You cringed at him before he brought out an empanada box. "Te treja... Una empanada-" he didn't get the chance to finish his sentence when Miguel used his web to grab the box. He looked at the group and said, "Que maravilla." (I brought you an empanada-) (Wonderful.)

He dropped the box and made eye contact with you. You raised your eyebrows before Miles' voice was muffled by your own thoughts. You were pulled out by your thoughts when your spider senses went off.

You quickly caught it with one hand while Miles duck. "He's worried about the Spot." He started, "I'll worry about the Spot." You clutched what he threw before dropping it, leaving a dent on the metal.

"What did I do?" Miles asked, still kneeling. "Miguel, it's not his fault." Gwen defended Miles, "Fault? Hold up." He stood up, looking at Gwen. "You blew another hole in the multiverse!" Miguel exclaimed.

"He doesn't know better." Gwen replied, "I do know- what- not know..." You narrowed your eyes on the conversation. "But you did, Gwen." Gwen closed her eyes, taking a deep breath. "And you," he turned to Hobie who was chilling.

"I'm just trying to ignore you." He turned his back before facing Hobie once again, "I just can't." You sighed before he repeated his words at the same time Hobie said, "I ain't even here." While laying down.

"Okay, that's enough." You stepped in, "Aren't you supposed to be on a mission?" Miguel crossed his arms at you. "I finished the mission early." You copied his actions, crossing your arms across your chest and looking up at him with a frown.

"Then you're dismissed." The tension was getting thicker and thicker and you could only scoff. "I'm not leaving these kids with you, you threw a metal at Miles!“ you squint your eyes at him. "What's happening?" Miles asked Gwen who only shrugged.

"Hey, Miguel! Come on, go easy on the kid. He had a terrible teacher." Peter B. came out of the shadows before sticking with one hand into the ceiling. He brushed off some bits of his food before talking. All of you turned to see him and you immediately smiled. Miguel noticed it and scowled.

"He had no chance." Peter chuckled, "Peter," Miles greeted, Gwen in tow. "Oh boy, humbling reality Spiderman has arrived." You chuckled at Hobie's words before shaking your head whilst Miles approached Peter with a hug. "Miles!" Peter greeted, "Dude!" The two of them hugged and you turned to look at Miguel.

Peter pulled away from the hug before placing both his hands on Miles' shoulders. "Don't be afraid of my friend Miguel, he just looks scary. He's got no bite." He reassured the child, you rolled your eyes before mumbling, "Oh trust me, he bites, alright."

"Peter." Miguel growled before turning his back. As Peter and Miles continued to talk, you took a look at your watch before texting your best friend that you might be home late and they might have to do the patrol by themselves.

You were interrupted when Mayday swung by you, babbling about something. She started crawling up, still babbling while Miles and Peter were still talking. "Mayday!" You smiled brightly at her before shooting a web next to her, landing right beside her.

"Hey, baby." You smiled, as she makes grabby hand to you. You carried her and cradled her to your chest before jumping down. "Who's Auntie Y/n's favorite niece?" You asked in a baby voice, poking her nose as she giggled. "Yes, you are." The both of you giggled while you pressed kisses on her face.

You pulled back, still smiling before she webbed her way to Miguel. You narrowed your eyes at her before she crawled at Miguel, sitting by his shoulder. She made grabby hands at you, and you sighed. You made your way beside Miguel, grabbing Mayday once again.

"You know a lot, young lady." You whispered to her, squinting your eyes before she blew raspberries at you, escaping your grasp and crawling at Miguel once again. Peter made his way beside Miguel, showing off pictures of Mayday casually. "Miguel, look at this one." He showed it to you before you got close and started complimenting the baby.

"Aw, Mayday is such a cutie! Ang sarap pisilin!" You squealed, putting both hands on your face. "I'm trying to hold a serious, adult conversation." Miguel replied, pushing you away from Peter. (I want to squeeze her!)

"Anyway, Y/n, one of the Peter's was looking for you, don't know why but he said it was important." Peter shrugged and looked at Miguel, waiting for his reaction. "Oh? Where?" You asked, tilting your head. "Cafeteria." He simply said.

"Alright." You shrugged before jumping down the platform. "I'm leaving the kids to you." You called out to Peter, walking away. Before you completely leave the area you stopped, pausing for a second before looking at Miguel. "Oh, and Miguel?"

He grunted, raising his eyebrows. "You left something in my apartment." You then walked away, leaving the scene completely. Miguel's face felt hot as Peter and others looked at him. "What?" Miles asked Gwen, looking at her with a confused face. Gwen shrugged at him before turning to Hobie.

Hobie smirked and shrugged, looking at Miguel. "What does she mean by that?" Peter was stunned to say the least. Miguel brushed him off before clearing his throat, regaining his composure and speaking once again.

"Not a word."

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It's not even half an hour when your spider senses went off, you excused yourself from the Peter who was looking for you and went to Miguel's office quickly, webbing yourself up and dodging the other spiderpeople.

"Shit, shit, shit." You repeated those words again and again. You made your way and found that there were a lot of Spiderpeople in the area. You squeezed through them to find Miles, Gwen, Peter, Jess, and Miguel in the middle.

Miguel captured Miles into one of the electromagnetic fields and everyone erupted into chaos. "Miles!" You called out, everyone turning to you. "Miguel, what the hell?" You reached for Miles but was stopped by a web.

"Peter?" You questioned him, looking at him. You easily broke the webbing and turned to Miguel. "He can't go back and it'll be safer if he's here." He said to no one in particular. "You can't just cage him!" Gwen exclaimed.

You glanced at Hobie, seeing how he was coaching Miles. "It's better this way, kid." Miguel replied to Gwen. "I said, don't call me that." Miles said before he broke the field, leaving everyone stunned. You smiled, proud of him for his power.

Miles realized these and looked at his fingers before he made eye contact with Miguel. He immediately ran away, you watched as Miguel ran after him, your heart dropping at the scene. "Tangina," you cursed before it all went ballistic. (Son of a bitch.)

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You didn't participate in the catch, preparing something while you pray for Miles to escape Miguel's wrath. You knew how bad it can be and how harsh Miguel could be. You are one to witness those things.

The next thing you knew, you were in the go-home machine because your spider senses told you to. You walked towards Spider-byte and waved your hand.

"Hey." You greeted too casually for your own liking. "'Sup? You didn't go?" She asked, referring to the chase. "I'm pretty sure most of the spider society is there, it won't hurt to miss one." You shrugged, examining the screens.

Your spider senses went off again, looking around for something but you can't see it. On the other hand, Miles was sneaking in, pressing buttons as fast as he could. That alerted both you and Spider-byte; the both of you looked at each other before she went to work. You purse your lips before helping her, trying to cancel the working machine.

Strings of curses were heard from the both of you, still trying to stop the machine. Out of nowhere, Lyla appeared and started helping the both of you. Spider-byte started duplicating herself and you could feel that someone was approaching.

It was a flash, one minute you were trying to get the go-home machine and the next minute you were watching in horror as Miguel tried to get Miles out of the machine. He was using his brute force, you glanced at Spider-byte who was thinking twice if she should help him. You didn't think about it and shot a web into the screen, sending Miles back into his universe.

"NO!" Miguel exclaimed, his breaths heavy and ragged. The robot beside him looked like it was tilting its head. Miguel ripped it off and you bit your lip in anticipation. He turned to look at you and you froze on the spot. "What was that?!" You flinched at his booming voice, pulling you back into reality.

"Where were you?!" He demanded, but you stayed silent. "All he had to do was listen!" He shouted, "Why didn't he listen?" He asked, turning his back to everyone. "Maybe you weren't hard enough on him!" Gwen tried to reason but Jess murmured. "Gwen, don't do it."

"You let him go, you didn't catch him, Gwen."

"Me?"

"Okaay- let's just all take a deep breath-"

"Peter, you want to back me up?"

"Well, okay, Miguel. As a father of a daughter and a son of a mother-"

"Yeah, actually, stop talking."

"Okay, duly noted."

Your brain was melting, you were this close to hyperventilating but you kept it together, it didn't help that the useless exchange of words were making you want to bury yourself in a hole. "Let me just talk to him.“

Gwen tried to walk towards the go-home machine but Miguel webbed his way to Gwen, towering her. "We tried that." Miguel said, walking towards you while Gwen backed up, "He's my friend."

"Yeah, that's the problem. And you," he stopped in front of you. Your composure never faltered, standing up straight. "You let him escape too." His voice was rough, it makes you want to scratch the hell out of his throat. "You didn't catch him either."

"You weren't even there." He raised his voice, "There were thousands of Spiderpeople who were chasing Miles with you, one Spider-woman isn't a big of a deal!" He stayed silent, glaring at you before Gwen spoke up.

"Do you know for a certain what happens if he breaks the canon?" At this point, she was behind Miguel. Miguel turned to her and started walking. "Do you want to find out?" He asked, "I told you she was a liability."

You clench your fists at his words, trying to calm down. "You're wrong. Jess, tell him his wrong." Gwen's voice and tone made your heart crack. Jess sighed, "He's not." She replied, making you seeth in anger, but this wasn't your fight, you knew what they talked about, and it breaks your heart that you couldn't do anything about it.

"Are you serious right now?" Gwen asked, looking at Jess. "I told you. You let him get away. I can't help you." Jess shrugged, holding her belly. "Y/n, please, tell him." She begged you. Your heart ached and you tried to reach for Miguel but Peter stopped you.

"Miguel, that's enough." You tried but he ignored you. "I'm not coming." Gwen said stubbornly as the claws of the go-home machine reached for her. "You're right." Miguel said coldly. You realized what was happening and you immediately pushed Peter out of the way.

"What?" Gwen was then grabbed by the machine, "Wait! Miguel, stop it!" You shouted, but Jess blocked you. "What the hell?!" Gwen raised her voice, struggling because of the machine. You gently pushed Jess away, not harming her baby on any way. You tried to web your way into the controls but Miguel webbed you first. "Miguel! Let her go!" 

"Go home, Gwen." You got out of his web, running to the machine while panicking before she begged for you. "Please, Y/n! Help me out here! Please! I need to talk to Miles!“ you purse your lips, trying your best but it was no use, Miguel had taken over the machine and it was final.

"We are supposed to be the good guys." Those were her last words before she was sent home. You dropped both of your fists into the control and groaned, hitting it on repeat. You knelt down, tears forming in your eyes. There was a silent pause, everyone was silent and you were too. "We are." You heard Miguel say, "We are the good guys."

You stood up, wiping away your tears. "Jess, prepare for a mission. And you too, Ben." Miguel ordered, walking towards you. "And you, you are out." Miguel towered over you, "So, that's it, huh? Alright, suit yourself." You removed your watch, throwing it at him. You let out a bitter laugh, shaking your head.

"That's it? That's how easy it is for you, huh? Of course it's easy for you. I was nothing for you in the first place. There's thousands of other variant of me and you've made that pretty clear." Miguel furrowed his brows at you, looking around before grabbing your wrist and pulling you away. "Stop." You tried to get away from him but his grip is strong. You're sure it will leave a bruise.

"Let me go, tangina ka." (You son of a bitch.) You pulled away, still struggling at his grip. "Hayop ka, bitaw sabi!" (You asshole, I said let go!) You push him away, but he just dragged you into somewhere private. "Puta ka! San mo 'ko dadalhin?! Bitawan mo ako! Pagkatapos mo ako paalisin sa grupo!".(You bitch! Where are you going to take me?! Let me go! After you kick me out of the group!)

"I can't understand you." Miguel groaned when you slapped him. "Wag mo ko ma-english english, ah!" You pulled your wrist away, massaging it before glaring at him. "What the hell do you want me to do, speak Spanish to you?" (Don't talk to me in english, ah!)

"Open a portal back to my universe." You demanded and he looked at you in the eyes. "You can't just tell everyone that and expect me to open a portal for you to go home."

"You wanted me out of the group, and I'm fine with it." You lied, gripping your wrist tighter. "What you said earlier." Miguel disregarded your last words, bringing the conversation about earlier. This wasn't his priority, he should've been on a mission right now, taking care of what Miles did but here he is, clearing up things with you.

"What? That I'm nothing to you? Didn't you make it clear? 'I could've picked any variant of you.' then you should've picked someone else!" You spat, glaring at him. "What?" Miguel narrowed his eyes. "Stop, please. Just bring me home so we can end this." You sighed, eager to go home so you could at least take a break for a moment.

"I'm not bringing you home until you clarify what you meant." Yes, you were stubborn but so is he. "Let it go, Miguel. I don't want to fight with you anymore, please." You ran your fingers to your hair, your heart beating fast.

"We agreed that there were no strings attached." That made your heart race and crack, you felt it drop to the floor. You sighed, not ready for this kind of talk. "There is no string. Now just let me go and you can chase Miles throughout the multiverse."

"I don't understand." Miguel said, running his hands on his face. "What more do you want me to say? That our whole situationship is nothing to you, that you just used me to get off, that this whole arrangement is a fucking regret to you?! You already told me that! You don't need to tell me again. You've made it clear when you were drunk. Now bring me back home or I'll use the go-home machine."

Miguel's eyes widened at your outburst but he easily regained composure. He walked towards you and you backed up, shaking your head. "Stay away." Your voice was shaky, you didn't know what you were doing, but it was just like a natural response to back away from him.

Miguel noticed the fear in your eyes and stopped, he didn't know why but he did. He didn't recognize it at first, it was foreign in your eyes, you never looked at him like that in a way and it shocked him. It made his heart stop for a moment. "Don't... Just don't come near me." You breathed out, shaky hands now noticed by Miguel.

"What?“ he tried to reach you but you flinched. He retracted his hands and looked at you with confusion. "Y/n..." His voice sounded so foreign to you, it was like this was the first time you met him. It was your brain's natural response to shut down everything when something bad happens.

Miguel looked at you with a mix of emotions, some unknown even for him. You looked so scared of... Him. You looked so frightened, so alarmed of him. "Get me home," you whispered, your voice still shaky. "I'm not-"

"Get me home!" You snapped, quickly putting a hand on your mouth before shaking your head. You didn't mean to raise your voice, your eyes widened and you slowly backed away. You gripped your necklace tighter on the other hand, ready to unleash whatever you can to just go home.

"Please, Miguel. I don't want to talk to you anymore, bring me back home." You were tearing up, tears making their way down your cheek. "Just, please." You were in the middle of a panic attack, your PTSD triggering your senses.

Miguel didn't know what to do, neither what to say. He could hear your heart beating too fast for your own good. He tried to reach for you but you backed away once again. "Y/n, calm down.

You couldn't, it was like it was happening once again. It was the same position as this and it was too much for you. You blinked, trying to calm down. "Shit," you cursed, facing your back at him before running to the go-home machine.

"Hey! Get back here! We're not done talking!" Miguel called out, chasing after you. You feel like your knees are giving up on you and your vision is getting blurry by the second. You shot a web for you to swing but It was too late, you lifted yourself up and realized your mistake. Your body fluids isn't in it's normal rates, in short, your webs aren't coming out of you. "Tangina." (Son of a bitch.)

Your arms felt like jelly, flailing around you. You tried to shoot webs everywhere just to catch yourself but no webs were coming out and you are falling at an alarming rate. You could feel the panic settling in your chest, and you thought twice before unleashing him. "Wait lang, shet." (Just wait for a moment, shit.)

The sight of a silhouette made your eyes shrink, you once again, tried to shoot webs from your wrist but the panic was messing with you. Messing with your brain. You tried and tried and tried but no webs were coming out of you. The silhouette was getting closer, too close for you. "Gago, Lord, hindi pa po ako ready." (Lord, I'm not ready yet.)

They grabbed you, securing you with their hands on your waist and the other to web the both of you up. You felt so light, you couldn't make up the world because of the stress. It was like you have a hangover from one of the nights you drank with your friends. "Buhay pa naman ata ako, noh?" (I'm still alive, right?)

You let out a slurred "Thank you" to the stranger before everything went black to you. The grip of your waist tightened, scared that if they let go, you'll fall. They settled you on the floor before calling for the med-bay to prepare for a patient.

Miguel let out a huff, fixing your hair to the side to get a better view of you. "What the hell were you thinking?!" He whisper-yelled, sighing before pursing his lips and looking around.

Miguel noticed that your necklace was broken, bits of your suit retracting because of it. He silently cursed before he saw a black kind of liquid leaking out. He blinked and it was gone. He rubbed his eyes before checking it once again. 

He shrugged it off before carrying you in bridal style. Soon, you glitched, sending Miguel in a rukus. Miguel almost dropped you, he barely made it, inches away from dropping your head. 

He clicked his tongue, getting a day pass from his watch and putting it on your wrist. He brought you closer, checking if you were okay. Not even glitching woke you up, you must be really tired.

He realized that the watch wasn't the only one that was keeping you from glitching, knowing you, you must've made the a similar device that could keep you from glitching. And his only guess was it was on your necklace.

"Fuck, you really are something, aren't you?" He whispered before continuing on walking to the med-bay, carrying you. A small smile tugged on his lips, looking at you softly. It felt so wrong, and it is wrong. He should be saving the multiverse but here he was, saving you first. "I told you no strings attached." He started, sighing before lokking away from your face.

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"But there was something connecting us even before I've said it."

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a/n: Get it? Trouble shooting? Helpp it was funny when I thought of it 😭 I'm so funny help

[stop-breaking-my-heart-telltale]

so.... I just finished my first read through of Clementine Book Two and... spoilers below the cut, but what the hell did I just read?

I don't even know what rating I'd give this honestly?? It was certainly more enjoyable than Book One but probably not for the reasons intended..... 2/5 stars for now?? I think?

I guess my feelings about this second installment are... it feels like a very big missed opportunity.

The art style is significantly improved though the characters do still sometimes look like potatoes, but the environments? Lovely. Really makes me wish this was done in color but alas, the walking dead is allergic to color.

The story goes that Clementine, Ricca, Olivia, and their pet cat Dr Barnaby ended up crashing the plane in Canada... because if you'll recall from Book One, they all escaped in a plane after Georgia decided to be evil and murder Amos, then tried to murder everyone else.

So they're in Canada, and Clementine's leg got so infected due to lack of proper cleaning that she goes into a coma for a month... no really, she goes into a coma. But it's okay, because Ricca and Olivia manage to flag down a boat to help them. Clementine wakes up on this island, we're introduced to a whole new cast of characters, we see how the island works, all that.

I like the Island group. They're not as likable as the Ericson crew, or any of the groups from the games. But we've got:

Miss Morro: the "doctor" of the island

Emi: She saved them and brought them to the island.

John: Miss Morro's son

Amir: A kid who lost his arm because his father didn't believe him when he said a dog bit him and he was too little to fight getting it cut off. Also one of my favorites.

Shu-Fen: she's probably the most interesting of the new cast. She and her family were on vacation here on the island when the outbreak occurred, and since she's originally from Taiwan, she's slowly trying to piece together a map to see if it's possible to ever make it back home.

Ginette and Giles: elderly couple who only speak French.

Mercy: a little girl that Ginette and Giles take care of.

There's a lot more focus on emotional drama and trauma, which I don't mind, especially since we're not given any real antagonist... well, I guess the closet person to an antagonist is Miss Morro, but she's just kind of... an asshole? She's verbally and physically abusive with her son. She's petty. After Clementine and Ricca have a big fight, Miss Morro says things clearly meant to hurt Clementine, and imply that Clem's incapable of love.

Miss Morro used to be a pathologist who performed autopsies, and her whole thing is she spends all of her time in her little hut doing these autopsies on every walker the group kills, she documents everything, and then buries them. She prioritizes this over the living people of the group in a way that feels like she's trying to convince herself that she's a good person?

Honestly, I was waiting for the big reveal that she was actually doing science experiments on the walkers... but alas, that's what I mean when I say this book feels like a wasted opportunity.

But don't worry, we have more drama because guess what. No, really, take a guess at what was revealed part way through this book. Do it. Guess.

That's right, Olivia's pregnant.

Yep. Apparently she and Amos had sex in Book One, and now Olivia's pregnant.

But why, though?

Can I share my conspiracy? Imma share my conspiracy, I think Tillie's fucking with us now. I know I've said time and time again, "When you review the comic, leave Tillie out of it," but my tinfoil hat says she's getting the last laugh and honestly? .....I'm here for it, ngl. I don't have the fucks to care anymore.

Because c'mon. Another side character from Clementine's group having a baby that she'll have to help raise? If Olivia dies next book and Clem and Ricca have to raise that baby, I'm gonna laugh.

Oh my god, what if they name the baby Amos Junior...... AJ 2.0

do it, Tillie, doooo iiiiiit

what, no I'm not losing my mind shut up I am so normal about this

Anyway... Clementine even has this line of dialogue: "I've seen a baby born before, but it was so scary I blocked it out." You blocked it out??? Are we talking about Christa? or Rebecca?? If it's Rebecca, that means Clementine blocked out AJ's birth.

It's absurd, right? And Olivia is soooo uneducated about it! Clementine finds her in the lighthouse and Olivia tells her she got bit *because she felt something move inside of her*..... and then Olivia asked why it matters when she last had her period.... How the hell did she and Amos even figure out what to do, honestly.

Speaking of Amos, my hopes and dreams were crushed. He did not come back as a twist villain, he only came back as the voice of the dream sequences.

No Lee in this book, btw. Or AJ. Amos served that purpose this time and I am disappointed. I still refuse to believe he's actually dead, you gotta show me his dead body or his walker form. We still have one more book, I'm just saying. He could come back. I won't lose hope. It wouldn't be the most ridiculous thing to happen.

And I guess I should talk about Clementine and Ricca... y'know, I kept an open mind. I really did. I went into this wanting to ship it because it's pointless to go into this mad, y'know? I can't change it, there's nothing I can do about it. So I had high hopes that we would get more development on their romance and we did... it just wasn't good.

Clemricca isn't a very healthy relationship, nor is it entertaining. Clementine's fickle, Ricca's demanding. She tells Clementine that she's willing to wait for her since Clem's still hesitant about these feelings. But then they get into an argument and I just... here's the dialogue. I would show the actual pages but from what I've found, no one has actually uploaded the book yet and I don't have a means to do it myself but:

Clementine: I don't want you to think that anything is more important to me than you. Ricca: That's kind of how you made it sound. Clementine: What I meant to say was that I… I want this island to be safe for us. We can't do anything if we're dead. Ricca: What do you mean "do"? Kiss? Date? Talk about how we actually feel? The dead decide when that can happen? Clementine: … Ricca: I love you. And I'm pretty sure you love me too. But you're not making me feel loved. You're making me feel you just want to protect me or… Clementine: But I do want to protect you. It's all I ever think about. Every minute of every day. Ricca: I don't need saving, Clem. I need you to love me. And I need it to be always. It can't start and stop. Clementine: …I… Ricca, turning to leave: Oh my god, maybe this has all been in my head- Clementine: Ricca- Ricca: I get it, okay? Clementine: If I let… If I let myself… Ricca: Forget this. Clementine: You said you would wait for me! Ricca: That's not fair. You want me to wait for the impossible!? Clementine: No, I- Ricca: I'm done, Clem. Clementine: Ricca, don't go in yet, please, we can talk more- Ricca: What else is there to say?

I dunno, Ricca, what else is there to say? Because I'm speechless.

By the way, at this point they haven't even had their first kiss. They don't have that kiss until the very end of the book...... and then they have sex. I think?

Again... but why, though?

It's not explicit, nothing is shown, it's not really anything, it's just implied that it happens through dialogue and a "fade to black." I don't even know how to talk about it, and I keep questioning myself like, "IS that what's happening??" but again, it's not explicit or sexualized in any way, it just is and I don't know how I feel about it. Hopefully I can collect myself for the big review and properly discuss it because... I think I get what the story's going for with it, but I don't love that direction, y'know?

So much happens in this book that I haven't covered, like... so much happens, it's longer than Book One and there are more characters. There's a lot of bullshit, but it was honestly enjoyable for what it was until the ending... which the ending was a problem in Book One, too.

I haven't covered that big tragic ending yet, I'm saving that for my in-depth review. I don't know when that will be out, I want to read this a few more times and be thorough. If y'all have read it let me know your thoughts. I'm very interested to know what you thought of that ending, just... all of it, Chapter Seven onward.

Now if you'll excuse me, I need to go read a palate cleanser and to collect my thoughts.

[ashplayz]

Agent One and Two (from helluva boss) x reader (my au) angsty!

Warnings:

Cussing, mentions of murder. (obviously I mean it's helluva boss) kinda spoilers. abuse

Agent One and Agent Two, operatives from the human realm, the face's of the lesser known demon hunting agency; D.H.O.R.K.S. had incredible dumb luck when they had captured Blitz and Moxxie and that ended in fucking disaster. And while most of I. M. P Believed that that their business dealing with the agents was done there was someone else that wasn't so sure. Y/n a worker at I. M. P had heard about what happened and found the fact that the human government was after them somewhat troubling. She hadn't been there when Loona and Millie went to save Blitz and Moxxie but she had heard that quite a lot of bat-shitery went down and she had a bunch that that meant they had something on them that they could use against them in the future and while nobody else in I. M. P seemed at all worried about that. Y/n decided to pay a visit to D.H.O.R.K.S. to tie up any loose ends.

Upon sneaking into the agency Y/n found herself receiving a nasty shock from behind and waking up tied to a chair she figured this is exactly the kind of thing Blitz and Moxxie had to deal with when they were captured. Y/n wasn't worried however she had told I. M. P where she was going and they'd come in guns blazing at the first sign of trouble. She had to admit that while there were certain instances where she had very little respect for anyone in I. M. P she thought it was pretty cool how much each of them care for each other heck they even care for her when she's in shit.

Eventually the agents came in, normally people in hell would find humans to be lowsome and gross in most instances Y/n couldn't help but smirk due to how attractive they both were compared to most humans. "Ah so you're finally awake" the blonde agent said, approaching her. "We're going to get some answers from you hell spawns one way or another" the male agent said, shining the interrogation light directly in her eyes to which she groaned, shutting her eyes "Jesus! It's kinda hard to tell you shit when I'm disoriented from having that shit directly in my eyes!" She snapped. The agents looked at each other then turned off the light. "You know you really didn't have to go this far to get answers you could have just asked." Y/n said, still smirking. Again the agents exchanged looks. "Who do you work for?" The male agent asked. "Think you already met him. He's the dick head in the tacky suit. He's a total jackass. Ring any bells?" She asked. "So he's the one in charge?" Male agent asked. "I mean. I guess he started our company and he's our boss but I wouldn't really say he's in charge of anything in his life he's a fucking mess." Y/n said with a chuckle.

"What exactly is your 'business'? Why are you demon scum killing humans all over?" The male agent asked. "Isn't it obvious? We're hit men. We get hired by rando dick heads that die and end up in hell, to take care of their unfinished business by killing anyone who screwed them over while they were alive." Y/n said. "How did you get from our world from the afterlife?" The blonde agent asked. Y/n rolled her eyes. "Because our boss is screwing some shity demon prince that has the task of basically being in charge of the stars, he has access to the human world in order to fulfill his duties via a book. And our boss fuckes him in order to be able to use his book so we can do our job." Y/n said. The agents looked grossed out and y/n found that hilarious. "Is this him?" The blonde agent said, showing her a picture of stolas. "Yep, but I wouldn't fuck around and find out if I were you two. It's one thing to mess with imps and sinners its another thing to fuck with demon royalty. I'm sure you remember what happened last time you tangoed with that horny bird fuck" Y/n said. The agents exchanged grim looks. They certainly did and they were both plagued by nightmares by the events of what happened on a nightly basis.

"What exactly are you?" The male agent asked. "I'm a sinner. Those two you captured earlier are known as imps. They were born in hell, I on the other hand died and ended up in that shit hole." Y/n said praying they wouldn't ask about her death because they did not need to know that she killed herself. Even the others at I. M. P don't know that. "Why do you have ears and a tail like that wolf girl?" The blonde agent asked. "Because some sinners get a corresponding animal based on how they died. (This next part is just because it's convenient to the plot. I know it's bullshit but she's the same animal of a type of red wolf that can kill itself. I know that's not a thing but it's helluva boss do you really expect it to be logical.) Just then the blonde agent touched her tail. "Hey! As attractive as you two may be for humans. I wouldn't go around touching you two without your permission. So hands to yourself" y/n said pulling her tail away. "Attractive?" The blonde agent asked. Don't pay any attention to that, she's probably just trying to mess with us like their boss." The male agent said.

"Oh trust me. I'm nothing like that red jackass. And I certainly wouldn't have said it if I didn't mean it. Now look, I told you two what you wanted to know. The others know I'm here and they'll no doubt be here soon and I'm sure you remember what happened last time you messed with I. M. P so I'd suggest you two suits let me go before those pretty faces of yours get ruined." Y/n said with a flirtatious yet sincere tone. Leaving the agents slightly agitated yet flustered as hell. They begrudgingly untied her, her smirk returning. "Thank you. You know I'm always down to tell you what you need to know if we meet again, there's no need to tie me up in the future I wouldn't run from such pretty little things anyways" y/n said flirtatiously brushing her tail against them both. When I tell you that these two were beet red. 🤭 She was quite amused by how easily flustered the two were she could have continued to flirt with them all day just to see the expressions on their face's.

The male agent attempted to remain stoic, however he could tell how amused she was by his failure to do so. The blonde agent however, found it hard to resist her charm, her face going red whenever her soft tail brushed against her. She was captivated by her sharp e/c eyes and the way she effortlessly twirled a lock of her h/c hair around her finger. She hated herself for her lapse in judgment; she knew they were just filthy demons after all..

Just then a portal opened up and revealed that same wolf girl they had seen earlier. "Y/n did those shit head agents kidnap you too?" Loona asked, not bothering to look up from her phone as she stepped through the portal. Y/n and Loona had an interesting relationship. They had mutual respect for one another at least pretty sure the only reason Loona tolerated her is because she was also a wolf. "Eh no big deal happens all the time" y/n said half speaking the truth it wasn't the first time she was tied up like that but it was under very different and dark circumstances. Loona looked up at her. "Thought you said you were coming here to 'tie up loose ends' from when the dumbasses got themselves captured by those tuxedo wearing fucks. Wouldn't that mean you know killing them?" Loona asked. In turn Y/n let out a low warning growl that definitely confused loona. "Y/n cleared her throat "Change of plans." Y/n said standing between the agents and Loona. "Why the fuck are you protecting those two?" Loona asked. Y/n looked back at the agents who were just as surprised at the fact that she was defending them as Loona was. "Guess you could say they grew on me" y/n said looking back at Loona who was still confused but gave a shrug. The two of them made their way back through the portal. Before one of the agents called out "Your name's Y/n?" The blonde agent asked. Y/n smiled. " Yeah. I'll see you around agent one and two" she said before the portal closed.

(Time skip)

As fate would have it they did in fact run into her again they had been trying to capture a succubus that had been seen on the surface when she showed up. "You two really don't wanna get involved with a succubus. Trust me you'll wake up naked with your self esteem missing." Y/n said. Both agents were shocked to see her again. Truth be told neither of them had been able to get her out of their heads since the last time they met even dispie the animosity towards all things demonic that they claimed to have. but this time, she was hurt. As try as they may they couldn't bring themselves to ignore her pain even when she seemed to think it wasn't a big deal. They snuck her into the agency so no other agents saw her and they tended to her wounds and sheltered her from whatever had caused her harm. They asked what had caused it but she refused to say anything. They couldn't help but notice that she was.. Scared.. After a while she called someone from I. M. P to come take her back and bid the agents fair well. Without flirting with them in the slightest. It was then that the agents realized that they might have accidentally fallen for a demon. But fate has a cruel sense of humor..

Because weeks had gone by. Agent one and two had already had a talk about how they both fell for her and how they already had a lot of care for each other that could be romantic after all. They didn't know when they would see her again but they never imagined it would have happened the way it did. It was a quiet night with no notable activity.. That is until a portal opened up right in their office and who other to fall out of that portal than Y/n.. but she was hurt extremely so.. Worse than the last time. It looked like someone just beat her to death.. She fell to the ground coughing up blood. Someone could be heard yelling as the portal closed. The agents who had been drinking coffee both dropped their mugs and they shattered on the floor. They were both horrified. They both rushed over to her she was too disoriented and in too much pain to hear anything they were saying or to know what they were doing. She passed out a bloody mess on the floor. When she did finally wake up she was clean and bandaged up she heard talking outside the room she was in. She got up and made her way out of the room despite the pain. Only to see the agents sitting on a couch with grim expressions and looked like they were fighting back tears.. "What do you think happened to her..?" The blonde agent asked.. The male agent grimaced.. "I don't know.." He said.. "Do you think she's gonna be okay?" The blonde agent asked..

"It's not like I can die twice," y/n said gently, leaning against the door. They both stood up quickly relieved that she was okay. "I don't see why you two care so much" y/n said. The agents exchanged looks they couldn't bring themselves to tell her how they really felt.. As much as they asked what happened to her she still refused to say anything. Insisting that it wasn't something they needed to worry about. Y/n asked to borrow one of their phones so she could call someone to come get her. She called blitz but he said he was busy spying on Millie and Moxxie and that stolas had the book anyways and since he needed a date to get into Ozzies he asked stolas. He said he'd send stolas to get you first and made an off hand suggestion that maybe she could bring the agents to Ozzies. Considering they're obsessed with demons and the fact that everyone in I. M. P thought y/n and the agents were dating. Y/n begrudgingly said she'd ask them before hanging up. "Heyy how would you two like to see what hells like for a night? My boss is headed to a demon club and wants me to take you two. I mean you like demons right?" Agent two looked at agent one excitedly. They both agreed and Stolas soon showed up to pick up Y/n. Stolas was able to give them demon disguises and agent two was super excited. Y/n changed into something more appropriate for Ozzies and the agents were a blushing mess.

Once they all showed up at Ozzies Stolas and blitz went in together and y/n walked with an agent at both sides. Before they could go in one of the bouncers started hitting on Y/n. So agent one put his hand on her shoulder. They then went in and sat down and the agents were both so in awe about everything, Y/n however was noticeably on edge. It was understandable given what she had just gone through. Her uneasiness made the agents worried. Agent two tried to ease the tension "so is this like a date?" Agent two asked. "I thought you two hated demons." Y/n said with a slight teasing tone. "Are you two even in a relationship?" Y/n asked. "Well… we could-" agent one started saying before he was cut off by Moxxie performing his song for Millie and everything that happens after that. Btw they both thought Moxie's song was adorable.

(Time skip to after all the bull shit that went down with blitz and Stolas at Ozzies.)

Moxxie and Millie had seen that y/n was badly hurt and the agents learned that this happened a lot at first again y/n refused to say anything. But with even blitz coming at her on it she finally broke down and the agents and the others learned the painful truth. That she had killed herself to escape her abuser but that same man wound up in hell and made it his mission to torment her for all eternity. He was literally torturing her.. All of I. M. P got involved and went to go show him what it was like to be tortured. Leaving Y/n alone with the agents they stood by her side providing moral and physical support. It wasn't long until the agents spilled their guts about how they really feel about her and why she said she reciprocated their feelings. It was gonna take a bit for her to be comfortable in the relationship after everything she went through. It was ironic because the agent had sworn to hate all demons, and yet, they couldn't deny the affection they had grown for Y/n. They had seen her at her most vulnerable, and it had made them see her not as a demon, but as someone who had a heart that beat much like their own.

Their relationship was complicated and filled with danger from both sides as they still hunted other demons and well she worked for I. M. P so it wasn't a surprise that it was something that could get messy. And there was the whole she lives in hell and they were on the surface factor too. But despite everything both the agents had enough love in their hearts for her to always make it work and she had enough love for the both of them. In the heart of Hell's underworld, amidst the chaos and the strife, they had found something unique, something precious. They had found love. They had all found each other. And in the end, that was all that mattered. <3

[alaffy]

Riverdale 7x20 - Goodbye, Riverdale (Spoilers)

Jesus, this was depressing. After seven years, Riverdale comes to an end. And I can absolutely guarantee that nobody ever expected it to end like this. That being said, while this is not the ending I would have chosen, I also can't say I dislike this ending. We watched these character going through year after year of hell and the fact that most of them have a good life and there is a happy-ish ending to this...well, I'm content with it. Riverdale, for me, probably will be the first four seasons, but I don't hate this ending.

Anyway, we start with an Eight Six year old Betty who's learned Jughead has passed away. Betty is now the last of the gang to survive. Betty wants to visit Riverdale one last time and her granddaughter promises to take her there the next day. That night Betty is visited by Angel/Writer Jughead who takes her back to the last day of high school so she can see her friends one last time. During these moments we find out what happened to all of the characters. And I'm just going to go through this real quick.

Ms. Andrews will fall in love with a woman who will live in the with Ms. Andrews until she passes away. Polly will end up having her twins (Juniper and Dagwood). Alice will eventually divorce Hal (I think, my cable screwed up and I missed part of this), become a flight attendant, and marry someone else.

During junior year of high school, Fangs records a hit single and is able to convince Midge's parents to let him marry her. Their happiness is short lived as, not long after high school, Fangs goes out on tour and is killed in a bus accident. Midge and her daughter will live off the royalties of Fang's two songs (right).

Pop's apparently dies before the kids graduate high school. That's the grave Betty is visiting. The writers clearly are choosing violence here.

Clay and Kevin move to Harlem together. Clay becomes a professor at Columbia (I think) and Kevin opens his own off Broadway production. Kevin will die of old age in his sleep and Clay will pass away a few weeks later sitting on a park bench.

Cheryl and Toni move west and live a more bohemian life. They have a son named Dale (after Riverdale). They will live a long and happy life together.

Reggie will go on to play basketball for the Lakers and then become the coach at Riverdale High. He has two sons who will run the Mantle used car lot. Reggie was buried in Duck Creek.

As for the core four, well they all decide during senior year to all just date each other. Yup. Well, maybe, as we never see anything happen between Archie and Jughead. After high school....

Veronica moves back to LA and becomes a big movie mogul. I don't think it's directly said, but it seems like she was the first of the four to go. I does seem like Betty, at least, looses touch with her over time.

I'm not going to go into the last Barchie scene. While I didn't particularly like that couple, what the writers did in that scene was nothing short of sadistic to those fans. But one could argue that same was done to Bughead and Varchie fans in season four. Anyway, Archie will go out west and find a woman that he decides to settle down with. He lives a long, good life with her and, when he dies, he's buried next to his father.

Jughead will create Jughead's Madhouse Magazine (Mad Magazine) and had a successful life as a writer/editor. He never marries.

Betty also creates her own magazine. (And late '60s/early '70s Betty's look is my favorite Betty look). Betty never married, but she did adopt a daughter. Which she considers her legacy, her family.

Anyway, Angel/Writer Jughead takes Betty back to the present. The next day, Betty's granddaughter takes her to Riverdale. As they pull into Pop's parking lot, the building is for sale, she discovers Betty has died.

But then young Betty steps out of a car as she has been transported to an functioning Pop's Restaurant. Jason is at the door (yep, the actor is back). And everyone is there (well, of the cast that still worked on the show). And as the story ends, Betty joins the other three at the table and in the Hereafter.

Like I said, not the way I imaged the show would ever end. Not the way I would have ended it. Still, it was a very bitter sweet ending. I shed some tears and, yeah, part of me is sad to see it end.

Of course, that part of me will soon be knocked unconscious by my sanity....

[hectorisagoodboy]

Hey I saw that you were curious about Hazbin so I wanted to give you a pitch from someone who likes the show and is in the fandom, taking some common complaints into account (with no spoilers!)

The premise is that Charlie Morningstar, princess of Hell, is running a hotel slash rehab center meant to get citizens of Hell redeemed and into Heaven (because Hell is majority overpopulated), alongside her girlfriend and a handful of friends and some allies who are definitely not friends.

The pacing is a little fast and occasionally inconsistent, but it's not narrative-breaking. There are roughly 2 songs (it's a musical!) per episode and many of them do a lot of narrative heavy lifting, which is a strength of the musical format that I'm glad the crew took advantage of. If the premise sounds interesting, look up "Happy Day in Hell" and give it a watch to see if you like it! It's a song from the first episode and it's a great introduction to characters and world. (Unfortunately Sir Pentious isn't in this one, but you won't have to wait long for him! His song is one of my favorites.)

A lot of people complain that the show's humor is just "sex, swearing, and violence." I wouldn't say that's NOT true, because it definitely earns its 18+ age rating and can take a little getting used to, but it does it better than a lot of shows in the same genre. Some adult shows read like they took a clean script and just added as many curse words as possible, but the swearing in Hazbin feels a lot more natural and the amount of swearing varies from character to character, which is a fun mode of characterization that a lot of shows can't do. There's violence, but I wouldn't describe it as gory. (If Invincible is a 10 on the gore scale, Hazbin is maybe a 5.) One episode (prefaced with an extra warning) deals with physical and sexual abuse, but the violence is never pointless, it's handled respectfully and in-character, and that episode has gotten lots of praise from real people who have survived those situations.

On the fandom side: internet communities surrounding Hazbin largely consist of two groups: the fandom and the "Vivziepop must die" crowd, which is a vocal minority. "Issues" tend to be stuff that's petty, quickly debunked, was always wrong, or is actually very normal in the animation industry but people just blame Vivzie for it despite it being much bigger than her. You can do your own research if you'd like, but take everything with a grain of salt. The general fandom is actually pretty chill, if slightly feral. Lots of theorizing, lots of art and fics, every shipping combination you can imagine, very few flame wars. Fandom hostility tends to come from outsiders rather than insiders.

I hope this helps you decide whether or not to give Hazbin a try!

Hola! 😁

Thank you very much! I'll definitely be checking out the series next week!

At the conventions I attended recently it was everywhere so I'm definitely curious. I don't have too many problems with violent or sexual content, as I've been a "Game of Thrones" fan for a long time! 🤣

I've already heard some of the songs and yes... They're very catchy!

But returning to the "comics and games" and conventions I recently attended here in Italy and the "weird fandom" subject, I must say that I found myself a little alarmed by the large number of fans of the series who were under the age of 18 (some of them were actually children)... 😐

Yep... That's weird! 😶

[shadesofdeviant]

INTRODUCING: The Good Omens Advent Calendar.

Hi. I have decided that December isn't stressful enough already, so I'm going to give myself more to work on.

Every day from the 1st of December leading up to Christmas Day I shall be posting a new fic based on whichever prompt is behind that day's door. All prompts shall be winter/Christmas/holidays themed.

All fics will be Good Omens related and will feature the wonderful Ineffable Spouses in varying gender presentations. Most will be one-shots, however some may loosely follow on from each other, depending on how the inspiration hits. But regardless, they will all still read independently.

This post shall act as the Masterlist and shall be updated each day when each door is opened. Please refer to each fic's individual post for any triggers or content warnings that may apply.

If you wish to follow along, I shall be using the hashtag #RinAdvent2023 on each day's fic.

Wish me luck!

- Rin x

Masterlist

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Day One: Fairy Lights

Title: City Of Blinding Lights Chapters/Length: 1/1 || 4988 Words Rating: G Warnings: None Additional Tags: Fluff, Romantic Gestures, Christmas Lights, Crowley Is Colourblind, Crowley Sees UV and IR Light In The Dark, Established Relationship. Link To Fic: A03 || Tumblr Summary: “Well, I sometimes—that is to say—I often considered an early evening walk round the area to see the lights quite the romantic endeavour. Arm in arm under the glow of the fairy lights, I even have a route planned out for should I ever get the chance to go.” “Should you ever get the chance?” Crowley snorts in a way that would be unattractive to almost anyone other than Aziraphale before he folds his newspaper in half and then half again, and casually tosses it onto the coffee table beside him. “You need to be a bit more subtle when you’re aiming for a temptation angel.” He adds with a quick wink before he rolls up onto his feet. AKA: Aziraphale has always wanted to go on a romantic evening walk round London to see all the Christmas lights. Now free of Heaven & Hell and able to openly express his feelings for Crowley, Aziraphale can't think of a better time to implement a plan nearly 40 years in the making.

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Day Two: Ugly Sweaters

Title: Sweater Weather Chapters/Length: 1/1 || 3453 Words Rating: G Warnings: None Additional Tags: Post Season 2, Ugly Christmas Sweaters, Fluff, Attempt At Humour, Crowley Being Dramatic, Maggie Is A Sweetheart, Crowley Finds Out He Has Friends, No Spoilers, Established Aziraphale/Crowley. Link To Fic: AO3 || Tumblr Summary: “Yep!” Maggie grins, the ‘p’ popping slightly in her excitement. “Today’s Christmas Jumper Day.” “Christmas Jumper Day?” Crowley echoes, letting his glasses slide down his nose so he can peer over the lenses at the young blonde in disbelief. “That’s a thing?” AKA: Crowley thinks he's stuck in a Christmas Jumper fueled lucid nightmare. Turns out, it's just Christmas Jumper Day and nobody told him.

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[pitty-aegis-parlor]

Hello!!! :D Sup :\ Hi :)

Nice to meet you people, I am Pit, the servant of Lady Palutena! As Skyworld has been dealing with this “inflation” thing, I have decided to set up an ice cream parlor in the Smash Bros tournament both to make money and share my love for ice cream!

Not only can you expect some really delicious ice cream (Normal and my favored floor ice cream) but you also have a taste of Gelato, Kulfi, milkshakes, and ice cream sandwiches respectively!

Of course, since… I’m kinda illiterate, I’ve also been having the help of a two friend’s I made in the tournaments to help :)

Nice to meet you everyone.

Did… you seriously use that image to depict me!? What the hell!!

Ahah… sorry Mythra, Lady Palutena asked me to depict you like that.

Pfft… of course she did! I can make good ice cream Y’know….. most of the time anyways.

Definitely agree with that! Not only does Mythra help out in making delicious frozen treats, but she also helps out in the counting of money and all that other “economy” stuff I’m not really well-versed in. Oh, and her sister Pyra also helps out in cooking, especially when it involves baking tasty treats.

I’m also really glad to help out.

Yep… I’m pretty badass for that!

Of course, there are some ground rules that I hope you guys follow. Anybody who doesn’t will be called out negatively and banned depending on the severity.

Aka don’t act like a douche.

Yeah… like what my sister said.

Rules

Basic DNI criteria (No creeps, no racist’s/sexists/phobes)

DO NOT BRING UP OUR TRAUMA! (Specifically the Chaos Kin or Torna)

There will be spoilers

Gifts from asker’s are greatly encouraged (Give us money) (MYTHRA!?)

Some of the other fighters/assists visit, and so will be able to talk to you guys.

Black text is usually me, red text in Pyra, and yellow is Mythra.

No flirting. Me and Pyra are already taken by Rex and Nia, and Pit is a minor. Fuck off if you flirt with him in particular!

DISCUSSING POLITICS IN DETAIL IS NOT ALLOWED! WHAT CONSTITUTES AS THAT IS THE DISCUSSION OF GOVERNMENTAL AND ECONOMIC SYSTEMS, NOT GROUPS OF PEOPLE!

Oh yeah, some fish wanted us to give a link to their Blog, so do visit if you would like.

Edit: Haaaaaaiii, I’m now the new owner of the parlor!!! I’m still keeping the name though as Pit & the others are my friends :D