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ateezscupid · 1 year

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can u write a fic where san is a mean dom? i have this thing for calling him sannie bc its cute! and i think it would be hot if he mocked yn calling him that and it was kinda centered around humiliation!!! i love ur writing sm id love to see this done in ur style <333 i hope this doesnt make u uncomfy to write!! ):

- 🕸️

hello hello! i’m getting to this after a very long time, my apologies but i’ve been WAITING for someone to request mean dom!san. he’s been in my mind for a few weeks but i’ve had writers block and could never figure out how to write it out, so thank you for this.

and don’t worry about anything making me uncomfortable! a lot of things, i don’t have a problem writing. i plan to make a really detailed post about my rules and things like that soon so you guys know what i do and don’t write!

anyway, let me stop blabbing. enjoy!

﹟𝗠𝗬 𝗚𝗜𝗥𝗟 ⋆ 𝖼.𝗌𝗇 𝗑 𝖿!𝗋𝖾𝖺𝖽𝖾𝗋

𝗔𝗧��𝗘𝗭 𝗠𝗔𝗦𝗧𝗘𝗥𝗟𝗜𝗦𝗧 / 𝗥𝗘𝗤𝗨𝗘𝗦𝗧

plot - san always gets flustered when you call him sannie during sex, but he loves it just as much as you do.

warn - kinda smut w/o plot, dom!san, unprotected sex, rough sex, pet names (baby, princess, pretty, etc.), choking, begging, degrading, humiliation

w/c - n/a

𝗧𝗔𝗚S - @felixs-voice-makes-me-wanna @starillusion13 @mingitheskzstan

you didn’t think today could’ve gotten any worse. you were teasing san the entire day trying to imply you needed him without actually saying it, but he clearly wasn’t catching the signals you sent. he was so busy with work, he couldn’t spare at least ten minutes for you.

you didn’t want to tease him so much that he’d be annoyed of you and he’d stop talking to you for the rest of the night, but you needed him. it’s been a while since the last time you two were together in bed. all you’ve been thinking about for the past week is how his hands would feel on your body; his hands squeezing your breasts and caressing your skin. rubbing the pads of his fingers on your clit and messing with the sensitive little bud that was there.

if anyone had asked you how badly you wanted to spend at least one night with him, you’d ramble on and on about it. you rambled about it to wooyoung the night before and it was clear he didn’t want to listen to your horny problems.

“distract him while he’s working!” is the advice he gave you, and boy, he couldn’t have been more wrong.

now you were face down in the bed with your arms pinned behind you, your makeup smudging on the pillow and your entire body shaking uncontrollably. you thought distracting him would make him realize what he was missing out on, but you did it at the worst moment.

it was embarrassing to say the least. san was in his office having a meeting, and you had the crazy idea to walk inside with nothing but a lingerie on. you’ve been wanting to wear it for a while, so what harm was there to wear it while he was having a business meeting? it was a harmless idea, and hic co-workers wouldn’t have seen you since you planned to go underneath the table. but you messed up.

while you were busy unbuckling his pants, neither of you noticed the top of your head was visible at the bottom of his computer screen. that meant everyone in the call saw yo ur head, and only one thing came to mind. when it was brought to his attention, he excused himself then turned his mic and camera off. you knew a punishment was coming your way when that happened.

he dragged you out of the office without saying anything and threw you on the bed, ripped the lingerie off your body without hesitation, and pounded into you like there was no tomorrow. there was so much going on in your mind, like would his co-workers think you were some sex crazed lunatic? or would they think of him as someone addicted to sex? unprofessional? there wasn’t any room for you to feel bad when you felt too good to remember what happened.

“this is what you wanted, right?” san growled as he pushed your head into the pillow, using his unoccupied hand to land hits against your ass whenever he felt like it. “you wanted to be treated like a slut, now you are, you little whore.”

no words could come out of you. just a bunch of incoherent babbles spilling from your swollen lips and tears falling down your cheeks. you loved when he was so angry all he could do was fuck the lights out of you. you loved him being rough and treating you like a rag doll. it was impossible for you to get over how easily he went inside you and how much he stretched you out. it felt like heaven.

“s-sannie~!” you whine into the pillow, hands curling into fists behind you. “f-fuck, s’good… y-yes!”

“don’t call me that.” he smacked your ass once more and thrusted harder. he was lucky you were facing away from him otherwise you’d see the visible red tint on his cheeks. he liked when you called him sannie, but now wasn’t the time. at least that’s what he told himself.

“such a little whore for me, hm?” he grunts, leaning down and biting your ear gently. “you wanted to mess with me during my meeting and now everyone saw how much of a dirty girl you are~. you wanted attention so bad but ended up embarrassing yourself in front of everyone.”

“i-i—,” even your attempts at forming full sentences failed.

“aw, is it too much?” he whispered in your ear. “you like it when i fuck you like this, huh? such a fucking whore.”

“sannie, p-please i-i can’t—,”

“sannie blah blah blah!” he rolled his eyes and basically forced you to arch your back. “i said not to call me that, and now you’re not listening? you wanna be bad now?”

“s-sa—,” you weren’t even allowed to finish your sentence. the minute you tried to speak, his hand was wrapped around your neck and gripping so hard, it felt like you couldn’t breathe. you loved every bit of it.

“pl-please—!” you whine. “l-let—“

“let you what? cum? after you were being disobedient?” he kissed your temple, groaning softly and letting go of your arms and planting his hand on the bed. “fuck, you feel so good.”

you opened your mouth to speak, which triggered san to tighten his grip around your throat. it was almost too much.

“call me sannie again, i dare you.” the tone in his voice was enough to let you know he wasn’t joking around, but the urge to be a brat was weighing on you.

“s…” you bit your lip. “s-sannieee!”

he didn’t say anything. he took his hand away from your throat and lifted you up by the shoulders, wrapping one arm around you and using his other hand to rub rough circles around your clit.

“you wanna be a whore? i’ll treat you like one.”

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everlastlady · 6 months

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Mammon + Servant Reader (Female)

✘Posted: 11/4/2023

✘Story Contains: Fem reader, Reader is a maid, Bubble baths, Gentle Mammon, Slight Nudity, Favoritism, & Feel good times.

✘Word Count: None, writing this on mobile y'all

✘Author's Note: Decided to do Mammon with female reader, I'll do a male reader soon. Just decided to cater to my female readers but I promise I will cater to my male readers. Remember to eat a meal or a snack, drink some water, get some fresh air, take your medicine, and remember that you are loved. If you loved this story remember to comment, click or tap that heart button, reblog with tags, and blaze if you can. Always remember to support your local writers. ♡♡♡

✘Summary: {Name} is a simple maid for the greed lord Mammon. {Name} isn't sure why Mammon always calls on her and always wants him by his side when he wanders his home. But she doesn't mind because she finds her master funny and enjoys how gentle he is with her. But what happens when {Name} gets sick? And it's time for Mammon to take care of them.

" It's okay sir, I'm sure that you will fine someone better than Fizzarolli. " She spoke softly to her boss Mammon who sat in the large green chair. As the imp news woman spoke about what happened at the show. The maid named (name), picked up the remote and pointed it at the large screen and turned it off. Once it flickered to black. She looked over at Mammon who was still fumming over what happened at the clown pageant. " I don't understand, I gave him everything! " Mammon's voice deep and demonic as he slammed his fist onto the table, sending a large crack through it. (Name) smacked her lips. She would have to get that fixed. " sometimes, you can give someone everything and they will still leave, I understand that you are frustrated sir but don't let this stop you from making money; I'm sure someone new will come along, what about the Glam Sisters? " (Name) walked over to Mammon's liquor cabinet. " Comas, after a piece of the set fell on them, they both ended up in the hospital in comas, besides they don't really fit the image of what I'm looking for. " Mammon muttered. (Name) noodded her head and set down the glass of liquor for Mammon. The greed demon looked up at (Name) and smiled. " Thanks, I know I always say this but you are my favorite maid, far better than the rest! You always do your job right and know how to keep a smile on my mug. " Mammon chuckled and took a drink. " Come drink with me, (Name) " Mammon grinned looking up at the maid. Her soft (E/C) looked at Mammon before shaking her head. " No, thank you, sir, I still have work to do; it's not good for one to be drunk on the job. You can cause a lot of mishaps that way putting others in harm and yourself. " (Name) said with a darling smile.

" See that is why you're my favorite (Name)! So smart and responsible with your duties. Maybe next time on one of your vacation days, you and me can drink together. " Mammon said. He would actually love to have a drink with (Name). And you wouldn't have to wear that plain maid outfit. Mammon wondered what (Name) would look like in different outfits. What dresses would (Name) wear or outfits that weren't dress related. Mammon never really seen (Name) outside work. He knew that she lived in the Pride ring and had an apartment. That's all he really knew about (Name's) life since she barely sooke about herself, she listened more than she speaks. " So (Name) how the payments on your apartment? Going because I've been thinking about giving you more payment, maybe you could buy yourself a nice house. " Mammon smirked. " It's going well, besides my loud and annoying neighbor. It's been good but I don't think I need a bigger payment. " (Name) said while tucking a piece of her hair behind her pointed ears. " Aww, come on; yes you do because you are responsible and work hard so tonight expect me to send you a shit ton of money. Now run around and tell the cook to prepare dinner. " Mammon waved his hand to dismiss (Name).

She smiled and bowed, walking out of Mammon's office. Mammon stood up and stared at the spot that (Name) stood in. " Lord of greed giving out money, I must be crazy... " Mammon looked away. " She better get a nice house with that money, a beautiful one at best. " Mammon sat back down. But there was no time to think about (Name) because Mammon had to find a replacement for Mammon so he would probably have to hold another clown off. His little fucked up beauty pageant, but hey if it helps him find Fizzarolli's replacement. Then he would be glad to hold one again. Especially have Fizzarolli and Asmodeus banned from it even that little imp with the gun that had showed up. When night time had finally coated the sky. Mammon sat in the dining room. The table decorated with food. (Name) stood next to Mammon holding a bottle of the greed demon's favorite wine. " (Name) how about you sit down and eat with me. " Mammon took the bottle wine and set it on the table. " And that's an order, just in case you try to come up with some excuse. " Mammon gestures towards the chair at the end of table. " Hey cook! Bring out plate for (Name)! " Mammon yelled. (Name) walked over and sat down - with a smile, the chef brought out a plate that had lemon pepper chicken, mashed potatoes covered in gravy, pasta,and vegetables that were just steamed. The night went well, Mammon made (Name) laugh with his jokes and stories. She listened to her master's rants and ideas.

Mammon enjoyed seeing (Name) laughed. The way her giggles slipped off her lips and coated his ears like honey. How her shoulders moved when she laugh, even that snort was adorable. Mammon felt hot in the face. He couldn't believe that she had made him feel this way for such a long time. But he never acted on these feelings because he was busy making money. But he always made sure that no one tried to get at (Name) which is why so many servants were fired for trying to hit on her. After dinner was done, (Name) stood up and bowed. " I'm grateful that you invited me to join you for dinner, sir, everything was delicious and I appreciated our conversation and the jokes you told. " (Name) spoke through a fit of giggles on the last part still remembering Mammon's joke about clown fish. " No problem, I also enjoyed eating with you. Way better than those dinners I have to attend with Lucifer and the other sins. " Mammon stood up smiling but he stopped noticing how (Name) wobble a bit when standing straight up. Did she drink to much wine? No that couldn't be because she had to drive home. " (Name)? " Mammon walked over to (Name) . " You okay mate? " Mammon reached out. Before she could respond she threw up on yourself and the carpet, (Name) would have fallen and hit the floor but Mammon caught her before she could pass out.

" (Name)! " He called her name and held you close not caring if he got her vomit on him. (Name's) eyes flickered opened as she coughed. " I don't feel good... " Her voice sounded dry and low. " Y-You are going home, let's go get you cleaned up. " Mammon picked up (Name), poor girl could barely speak it hurt to speak so she wouldn't fight back with Mammon who brought her into a guest bedroom. (Name) always took care of him, he will now take care of her. Mammon managed to grab a large shirt that had his logo on it. (Name) could sleep in that and get out of that disgusting maid outfit that was covered in vomit. Mammon ran (Name) a bath. He made sure the water wasn't too hot or cold. He added in some bath salts and oils. Mammon turned towards (Name) trying to figure out how to not make this sound creepy. " (Name) take off that outfit and get into the tub, we gotta get you washed up mate, this bath will help a little. " Mammon offered his hand. (Name) nodded weakly and took his hand, stepping into the bathroom. Mammon turned around as (Name) peeled away her clothing and stepped into the tub - it smelled like mint and honey. She let out a relaxing sigh. Mammon turned around and got on his knees as he began to wash her up. " You don't have to do that sir. " (Name) said in a tires voice. " Shh, yes I do, you always take care of me, so for the night just let me take care of you please. " Mammon said while washing up (Name).

She nodded her head as her boss Mammon washes her up. Avoiding her chest area and crotch area. She held onto the tub when Mammon lifted her leg to wash it. This felt nice, so she enjoyed herself. Mammon took a cup of water and poured it over (Name's) head as he washed her hair and face. He would let her handle the rest while he went to go get her towels and medicine. He could have gotten servant to do this but no, he wanted to take care of (Name), Mammon returned and helped (Name) out of the tub. She dried off and slipped into the large dark green shirt that Mammon gave her. It had his logo on it. " Sorry that I couldn't get you any undergarments. " Mammon said with a crimson blush. " It's fine, I usually sleep without them more comfortable that way. You feel less trapped. " (Name) said while taking the medicine that Mammon brought her. She crawled into the bed as Mammon placed his hand on her head. " Your fever is going down a little. " Mammon said with his hand placed on (Name's) head. " I'm going to stay by your side so scooch over. " Mammon moved over before getting into the bed with you. He laid next to you and stared at you. " You look cute in my merch. " He said. (Name's) voice was still a little dry but still did her voice to talk. " Thanks, the material feels soft. " She said while playing with the blanket.

Mammon turned his side to look at (Name) who did the same to look at Mammon. " Sir... " (Name) began to speak again. " Call me, Mammon. " Mammon said running his fingers through her hair. " Mammon thank you for taking care of me, I'm also sorry that I ruined the carpet. " She looked down. " It's fine, I can get it clean; besides I've been wanting to replace that carpet with a new one. Taking care of you is something you deserve, you always take care of me, so I decided to take care of you... I don't know your my favorite and I like you. " Mammon he hoped that saying that didn't make things awkward between (Name) and him. " I like you too. " (Name) smiled tiredness filled with their eyes. She rested her head on Mammon's chest, while he continued to play with her hair, but soon he leaned down and kissed her. (Name) pulled away quickly. " Mammon, you'll get sick! " She had worry in her voice. " I don't care, I will be fine. " Mammon went back to kissing (Name) who soon melted into the kiss. She enjoyed this moment between her and Mammon. This was no longer just a maid and her master. But just two people who love each other and care for each other. Who take care of each, who soon will have a future together.

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ilys00ga · 4 months

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Exes to lovers hurt/comfort with Yoongi? Oc is going through a really hard time and one minor inconvenience sets her up to break down and yoongi finds her and they seek solace to each other because no one listens like Yoongi does. Just a moment of oc burrowing her head on his shoulder in silence and boom. Happy ending.

I GO BACK TO YOU, EVERYTIME !

pairing: yoongi x female reader.

genre: hurt/comfort, exes to lovers, post breakup, some bitter sweetness and fluff as well, yoongi is very sweet, they still love each other hahaha.

warnings: none, I think. oh some mentions of cheating. lots of crying lolol.

A/N: hello, I am SORRY for the late upload of this. I keep losing track of writing and posting 😫 but thank u sm for this <3 I hope you like it, I wasn't sure how and what to write tbh but that's what I could come up with...

I tried using "she/her" pronouns instead of "you" for some change, I hope that's fine with u!

I have one more request to make, and it'll probably be posted after a week or something:') but yeah, thanks to everyone who sent me reqs. this was so fun. remember, u can send more they are currently open! (my exams are in like one week or so lmfao)

PS. English is not my first language, so u know the drill.

the tip of yoongi's ears began to ache, and his eyes felt so heavy after several hours of sitting in front of his computer screen, wearing the same set of headphones on his head.

he rubbed his tired face with his palms and threw his head back with a loud groan. he was exhausted. this specific project he was working on consumed him the most this month.

just as he was about to resume his work, the door to his studio rang, and he huffed. the grumpy man up with slumped shoulders and a scowl ready to stare daggers at whoever decided it was just the perfect timing to interrupt his misery.

"....yoongi..." a whimper of his name made his head snap up and face the woman standing right in front of him. his eyes widened as he saw her flushed face twisted with tears running down her cheeks. visibly fresh stains of coffee covered her attire, and her hands were shaking.

swallowing, he didn't utter a word, standing there as he felt his heart pumping cold blood through his wide chest and into his entire body. it's been nearly two years since he'd last spoken to her after the messed up break-up they had.

"yoongi.." a sob shook the woman's shoulders this time as she crouched down, crying and shrinking into her own self right in front of him.

if you'd travel back two years and more ago in time, you'd see yoongi wasting no time in wrapping his arms around her body, but that sweet privilege he once had is long since gone. the she and he that once made this very beautiful thing is long since gone. she were no longer "her" and he was no longer "him". it was hard to decide whether to say "thankfully" or "unfortunately" each time yoongi recalled that gut-wrenching fact.

instead, he quickly kneeled in front of her, hesitating and contemplating before finally settling on just gently putting one of his trembling hands on her shoulder as he wasted no time in asking: "___ what's wrong? are you hurt?"

as if it was embarrassed of her commitment to silence, her head moved on its own will in a light shake of "no."

"what happened?" he repeated in a much calmer voice.

"he- he ch-cheated on m-... again- he-" her body rocked, dancing along with each sob as she struggled to speak. and when he realised that he won'tve getting a proper answer, yoongi silently–and very delicately, as though she would break if he tugged any harder on her skin–grabbed her wrist and pulled her into the studio.

after closing the door and making her sit on the couch, he asked one more time, "what happened?"

his voice never lost that soft tone, she noted, and gulped down the lump that was stuck in her throat, and after some time stuttered with a shaky voice, "I'm so sorry to bother you. i just had such a bad day, and I kind of panicked so hard and ran up here."

"what about this," he pointed at her stained clothes and frowned, "and what did you say about cheating again?"

sniffling, she sighed and rested her hair against the back of the sofa, "found out that Jaehun cheated on me multiple times, and I had a coffee accident. I didn't know where to go, so..."

yoongi stared at her silently, part of him was relieved nothing that bad had occurred to her, the other, the slightly selfish one, had the corners of its lips twitching upwards when he heard that the man he's been dreading for the past few months turned put to be a complete asshole. it was embarrassing, yes, that's why he can never admit that he's still stuck on her, that he felt as though he'd lost a chunk of himself when he knew that she was with somebody new. but he also can't complain, not after everything that happened, not after breaking it apart.

"I'm sorry you always end up with assholes." was all he said.

and a simple "by the way, it's fine, you've always been welcome here" from him was all it took to break her shell. all the self restraint she'd been pulling, all the walls she'd been shielding herself with, it all went flat to the ground, and this time her vision blurred up with hot tears, easily spilling and racing down her cheeks in a matter of seconds. finally giving up the strings she'd been clutching on for dear life.

yoongi was caught off guard, but not surprised. he pursed his lips as he extended his arm to wrap it around her shoulder, pulling her closer to him and burying her face right where it belongs, his neck.

that terribly reminded him of all the sleepless nights after heavy, long days at work they spent cuddled up so close to each other. her crying as she spilled her heart's content to him, and him listening as he rubbed on her back and kissed her head.

seeing her again, one hair away from him after long months of distance and silent, guilty glances whenever they ran into each other in the building they both worked at, was the cherry on top that poisoned cake.

he tightly hugged her, whispering sweet nothings into her hair as he buried his nose into it. he used to like doing that, feeling the tickling of her strands on his nose and the scent he sipped on like a mad man.

after a long moment, her sobs thinned into hiccups, then soft sniffles, and she dried her face up with the long sleeves of her cardigan.

"feeling better?" why is his voice always so damn soft?

she nodded with a tiny hum, slowly raising her body to pull out of the hug.

when she glanced at him, oh boy, when she did glance at him, she was met with those pair of cat eyes, all wide with pure concern. so intense that she quickly averted hers as heat spread through her face and neck.

"I'm fine.." she whispered with a voice hoarse from all the crying.

"you reek of coffee." yoongi joked in an attempt to brighten the mood, smiling as he offered her a package of wet wipes.

"thanks." the woman's lips slowly pushed into a small pout, and she muttered, "I'm sorry for bothering you with my crying."

"don't worry about that, i kind of missed this anyway."

"you miss seeing me cry?" she mused.

"no, I just... it's been so long..."

neither of them said anything for a while, falling into some kind of silence. strangely, there was no awkwardness in it, just hundreds of heavily unspoken confessions and things hanging in the air, all mixed with burning yearning for one another.

"I missed you.." she whispered in a hushed tone, "I thought I would never get to talk to you again."

"i hope you're joking." he replied, "because I don't think you being serious would make it hurt any less."

"I'm sorry that we fought." she apologized.

"I'm sorry, I was an asshole too." yoongi licked his lips, a pinch of fear ached his heart all of a sudden, but he added anyway with a small voice, "do you... do you wanna meet up tomorrow? we could grab some dinner and just... talk."

"alright" she smiled.

"good. I'll call you in the morning, then. good?" yoongi felt as though his heart would jump out of his rib cage and run out of the studio from how overwhelming the whole situation was, if it weren't for her reassuring smile that made it all so much easier to handle.

"good." she replied.

"that was so easy...why didn't we do this earlier?" he covered his burning face with his hands and chuckled.

"we were just too dumb to think back then."

"yeah, we were." he nodded.

and for the first time ever since the pair cut all sorts of communication between each other, yoongi looked directly into her eyes with pure gratitude and smiled.

they ended up meeting up more often than they intended to, slowly patching up the abandoned wounds they once scarred into the body of their broken relationship.

one dinner birthed two and three more, surface-level chitchat of updates about each other's lives turned into deeper dives into the ups and downs, the wrongs and rights of everything they have shared between each other before. where everything shattered into pieces before their own eyes.

it all went slow and steady, like the first time they met a few years ago, like the very beginning of what they once had. it was scary, uncertain, and a sensitive area overall for the two, yet they were still willing to take that road again.

like a wicked witch, miscommunication casted a spell of pain, sourness, and yearning on the pair.

and now that their priorities have changed, maybe there's still a chance for them to break that spell and work it out again.

- fin..

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twinsunstars · 18 days

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Thoughts on The Bad Batch Episode 12 - Juggernaut - A Discussion Post

This episode had a lot of action, feelings, and a very unexpected return. Let's return to this week's episode filled with exciting moments and moments filled with worry!

(SPOILERS AHEAD IF YOU HAVE NOT SEE THE EPISODE YET! all screencaps from www.cap-that.com! https://www.cap-that.com/starwars/the-bad-batch/312/)

CX-2 returns to Mount Tantiss with Omega, Hemlock coming by to pick her up. He tells Omega to follow him, and CX-2 lets her go of her handcuffs, returning to his ship.

I'm being so serious, we have three episodes left. If CX-2 doesn't get unmasked by the next episode I'm going to lose it. If it ends up happening near finale or even in the finale, it's gotta be a character that's so important to the plot (*cough* Tech) that we had to wait so long for this. But I also feel like if this is Tech, shouldn't it have happened by now at least? I'm so confused.

I saw someone post about this and I didn't notice it at first, but if you zoom in on this shot above, you can see that Hemlock's glove is missing, showing both of his hands clearly. I rewatched the episode and noticed the error, but the second they go back into Tantiss he has it back on.

Hemlock immediately takes Omega to Emerie, wanting her to keep testing Omega to make sure she has the whole M-count thing. Emerie seems reluctant for a bit, but keeps doing her job. Omega tells her that she doesn't have to do this, but Emerie says she has to. But she is happy her sister is safe at least. Omega questions if she is truly safe, and she really isn't. Emerie likely knows this too, but she's still trying to open her eyes more to all the wrongs around her.

Hunter (with Batcher) gets back to Crosshair and a now awake Wrecker, feeling better after getting knocked out in the explosion from last week. Wrecker is upset Crosshair let Omega go, but Crosshair understood her choice and the fact that she let the Empire stop hurting the locals of Pabu.

I got so sad when Crosshair's hand started shaking again, he's so terrified of Mount Tantiss and what he went through. He tells his brothers that there is a way of trying to find Tantiss, and that is through the former Vice Admiral Rampart.

Phee shows up with AZI, having gotten here secretly away from the Empire's eyes. She finally meets Crosshair, and tells him that Tech has told her about him. My heart-

I would have loved to see all of the off-screen interactions Tech and Phee had, he really liked to talk with her, and she loved listening. Lula and Tech's goggles being visible behind Phee and AZI made me even more sad.

Phee goes with the boys to the Imperial labor camp on Erebus, making her ship fall to sneak into the planet undetected. Girl was over here driving in heels; she's such an icon. Wrecker and Crosshair were struggling in the back, and Hunter was worried. His helmet just flying freely when the ship is falling was so funny. Tech would adore Phee's flying since she drives like him. Phee manages to get them in and drops them off to access the prison and find Rampart.

The boys manage to obtain control of a tank transporting prisoners, which Rampart is in. I was not expecting to see him again after what happened in Season 2, as I kinda just left the character behind ever since he got arrested and Hemlock replaced him as the new reappearing villain a few episodes later last season. Someone joked that they Agent Kallus'd him because they added more hair to Rampart, which is just funny. Rampart manages to recognize Crosshair under his armor, and Crosshair was so sassy with him too, I loved it.

The Imperials on the prison base notice something wrong with the tank the Batch stole and go after it, leading to an action-packed chase. (And Hunter drives insanely.) Phee manages to rescue them just in time, shooting down one of the Imperial ships chasing them. Rampart had gotten stunned after trying to shoot the boys, and it was hilarious how they were just throwing him around like a potato sack.

The Batch ask Rampart where Tantiss is, but not even he knows. He says it was designed like that so it wouldn't be found. I was spending some of my free time on Wookiepedia and I wish we could send the Batch the information that Mount Tantiss is on the planet Wayland. It's not coordinates, but it's something.

Meanwhile, Emerie continues to test Omega's blood, and it comes out positive again. She looks at Omega, seeming deeply worried. She doesn't say anything, but Emerie has something on her mind. Hemlock comes back and Emerie tells him about the results, and he wants Omega to come with him. Omega goes to the same place he took Nala Se and Emerie previously, taking her down to The Vault. Omega asks questions about the M-count situation, to which Hemlock gives her vague answers and direct answers about what the Empire has been doing with M-count subjects.

Omega sees the kids in The Vault, frowning. Eva sees Omega and lifts her head from her game, and I just know that she and Omega will be besties. Omega asks who the kids are, and Hemlock replies that they are the pieces of the puzzle that they are trying to solve.

He says, "...this is your new home", and the doors immediately shut behind Omega. The chills I got; and Omega looked scared. The episode ends there, and Omega is locked up again with no direct escape yet.

There wasn't much that I wanted to discuss from this episode, but there are only 3 episodes left, so we are now truly in a big anxious countdown. How will Omega escape this time? Will the Batch manage to obtain coordinates to locate Tantiss? Where's Echo when you need him? Will Emerie wake up soon? Will CX-2 unmask himself soon? There's still so much to unpack, and so little time.

#star wars #the bad batch #the bad batch spoilers #the bad batch season 3 #tbb #sw tbb #tbb s3 #tbb spoilers #tbb season 3 #the bad batch omega #cx 2 #the bad batch tech #royce hemlock #the bad batch hunter #the bad batch crosshair #the bad batch wrecker #admiral rampart #phee genoa

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grahamfolgersdeliciousnotebooks · 27 days

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One More First Kiss - Chapter 3

There were a lot of instances, really, that could be considered their "first kiss."

Continuing on with my fic for @jonmartinweek! Chapter 3 features post-kidnapping hurt/comfort, and another potential first kiss. Check it out on AO3, or read below:

It was daytime when Jon stepped through Helen’s door and into the living room of Georgie’s apartment. It had probably been daytime when he’d stepped through the door in the House of Wax, but he couldn’t be sure. There were no windows where he was kept, and his own internal clock had gotten quite badly out of whack.

When he turned around, the living room wall was blank and bare again. There had never been a door there.

He supposed that was only to be expected. It wasn’t as though he’d been planning to invite Helen in for a cup of tea. But it was unnerving, being alone so suddenly after so long spent in that place, surrounded at all times by a hundred waxwork figures – most of them inanimate, some of them not. Judging by the angle of sunlight coming in through the window, it seemed to be about midday, so Georgie was almost certainly at work. Jon was alone.

He went to the kitchen and found Georgie’s charger plugged into the outlet as always. He plugged in his phone. It had been maddening, feeling the weight of it in his pocket the whole long month, feeling it buzz and buzz until its battery gave out, knowing that the means to call for help were so very, very close, if only he could get his hands free.

When his screen blinked to life, he was almost instantly bombarded with notifications – work emails, and facebook friend requests from people he hadn’t spoken to since uni, a chipper notification telling him his screen time was down from his average this week, for some strange reason. And several missed calls from Martin.

His thumb moved without any real input from his brain, swiping left to return the call. He raised the phone to his ear numbly and listened to it ring.

“Jon?” Martin asked as soon as he picked up. “Thank God, I was getting worried – Where have you been?”

“I–” Jon’s voice came out choked and hoarse. He sounded panicked. Was he panicked? He couldn’t tell quite what he was feeling, just then. “I was kidnapped.”

“Again?” Before Jon could respond, Martin quickly corrected, “Sorry, I didn’t mean– Look, where are you? Are you safe?”

“Georgie’s flat. And– A-And I’m not sure.” He’d been here – just a few feet away from this spot, in fact – when Nikola had threatened him. If she wanted him back, he doubted there was much he could do to stop her.

“Who’s Georgie?”

“An old friend. I’ve been staying with her since– since Leitner…”

“Text me the address, I’ll be right there.”

“It’s a workday,” Jon muttered helplessly. If he was more in his right mind, he wouldn’t have argued – he wanted to see Martin, desperately, needed to have him near – but his trauma-muddled mind fixated on the detail. It was the middle of the workday, Martin couldn’t just leave.

“Sod work, Jon, you’ve been kidnapped!” he sputtered. “I’ll see you soon.”

“Wait, don’t hang up!” Jon said. “I-I’ll text you the address, just– could you just stay on the phone with me? I don’t want to be alone, right now.”

Martin sighed into the microphone, sending a pleasant murmur of static over the line. “Sure,” he said, sounding marginally less frantic. “I can do that.”

Jon put his phone on speaker while he sent the text. It took a few tries to type it out correctly – his hands were shaking quite badly – but he managed. Martin monologued to him while he did. He seemed to catch on quickly that Jon wasn’t up for saying much, just listening, and he shouldered the burden of keeping the conversation alive with admirable smoothness. He filled Jon in on his day, what he’d missed at work, what had happened in Martin's life in the month he’d been gone.

“Mrs. Mei, my neighbor across the hall, just moved into a care home last week,” he said. “I can’t believe it – she’d been living here since the 70s, I think, I can’t even imagine this place without her…”

Eventually, the call cut out when Martin lost reception on the underground, but before it did, he assured Jon he’d be there soon.

“Google says 15 minutes,” he said. “Just hang on.”

It stretched on for an eternity. Jon’s skin was still slick with moisturizer, and crawling with the memory of being touched by cold, plastic hands.

He took out his phone again. Georgie always kept her phone off at work – she couldn’t risk it ruining the audio – but it wouldn’t hurt to leave a voicemail.

“Hello, Georgie, it’s Jon. I’m alive. I’m at the apartment right now, and if all goes well and I’m not kidnapped again, I will be when you get home. Call me back when you get a chance.”

He nearly jumped out of his skin when he heard the knock on the door. (That would be easier now, he suspected – his skin felt like it had been loosened over the past month.) His instincts screamed at him to throw open the door immediately and let Martin in, but he fought them long enough to check the peephole. Now was not the time to throw caution to the wind.

Martin stood on the doorstep, anxious and alive.

Jon wrenched the door open.

“Martin!”

“Jon!” Martin’s hands were on him in an instant, roving over his shoulders, his chest, his sides – checking for injuries, or perhaps just assuring himself that Jon was real. “God, I’ve been sick with– I knew something was wrong, I should have looked for you, I should have–”

“It’s alright, Martin,” Jon said, though he was shaking.

Martin stepped inside and shut the door, then resumed his frantic once-over. “Did they hurt you?”

Jon shook his head. “No,” he whispered, and he was almost being honest.

“What happened?”

Jon explained, as best he could. He was calm enough at the start, or at least he thought he was – he felt oddly disconnected from himself, like his emotions were somewhere to the left of him. At the very least, his voice was level and his hands were only trembling the slightest bit. The more he spoke, though, the more real it became – that he had nearly died, and that he was alive – that he was safe now, and that he hadn’t been safe in a long, long time – and he couldn’t finish for a wave of wracking, choking sobs.

Martin pulled him close, wrapping his arms around him as though he could ward off all the dangers of the world.

“I’m sorry,” Jon whispered nonsensically, because he’d always hated making a scene. Martin just shushed him and squeezed him tighter.

“It’s alright, you’re alright,” he murmured softly. “You’re safe.”

He pressed his lips to Jon’s temple, right at his hairline, and Jon shivered at the contact.

They stayed like that for a very long time, Jon crying into Martin’s shirt while Martin all but held him upright and whispered reassurances into his ear, until Jon finally calmed. His breathing steadied and his heart rate slowed and he found himself possessed of the strange, unsteady calm of someone who had just had a long-needed breakdown.

He didn’t bring up the kiss. He didn’t ask why Martin had kissed his forehead; he didn’t even ask him to do it again. He just straightened up, and slipped out of Martin’s arms, and whispered a hoarse, “Thank you.”

He didn’t know what else to say.

#tma fanfic #tma fic #jonmartin fic #jmart fic #jonmartin fanfic #do not archive #jonmartinweek 2024 #jonmartin week 2024

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aquaquadrant · 1 year

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Oooo following with the other post about session 6 life series resulting in tension between Bdubs and Tango they were also in season 8 at the time owning pass n gas together!!! I just see them getting back to hermitcraft and Bdubs going over the top to make things up to tango. He had the mindset it's just a game and didn't realize how badly it would hurt tango. Bdubs keeps giving tango gifts and trying to build redstone things for Tango to help out. Makes the angst of Tango on the Moon and Bdubs back on earth extra sweet. Maybe that's when Tango finally forgave him

“i’m sorry for killing you in last life.”

tango pauses at bdubs’ unexpected words. he won’t look bdubs in the eye- he hasn’t been able to since they got back from their last session, and bdubs thinks he knows why.

voices chanting in his ear, screaming for blood. fire coursing through his veins with every frantic beat of his heart. the way he can almost smell the extra lives on tango, the maddening urge to kill so strong he’s shaking from it. his eyes burn from how intensely he’s watching tango as he creeps up behind him, fingers tightening around his sword, and the next thing he knows his sword is in tango’s back-

“that’s another world,” tango says finally, his voice wooden. “i don’t even know what you’re talking about.”

“okay, okay,” bdubs replies automatically, before his brain catches up to him and informs him of tango’s tone. “uh- wait, really?”

“what?” tango’s shoulders hunch up defensively.

“you mean it?” bdubs asks, brows creasing together. “cause um, you… you got real mad, about that, and i uh-”

“yeah, it’s fine,” tango says, in the voice of someone who is absolutely not fine.

bdubs winces. “tango-”

“it’s just part of the game, right?” tango turns to face bdubs, and it’s suddenly very obvious that he’s pretending. “it happened, i lost my cool, no need to be sorry.”

“well, i am. sorry, i mean.” bdubs swallows. “i’m sorry it was you.”

tango exhales sharply in what might be a laugh. “makes it sound like you had a choice.”

tango never had the curse, but he did spend a lot of time as a red, and they both know it’s not that different.

“yeah,” bdubs agrees, rubbing the back of his neck. “yeah, i uh, i’m sorry for how i acted after, then. i didn’t know- i mean, i thought you were just playing it up, you know? i didn’t know.”

tango stiffens. “didn’t know what?”

bdubs hesitates. didn’t know a betrayal like that would cut tango so deeply. didn’t know what it looked like when tango went into a blind rage. didn’t know it would feel so personal.

tango seems to read his silence. “bdubs,” he sighs, “we’re friends, right?”

bdubs blinks. “wh- yes, yes of course!” he insists, his heart jolting.

“then please, don’t bring it up again,” tango says with a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “okay?”

bdubs hears the waver in his voice, and recognizes the request for what it is. it’s not forgiveness- that’d mean confronting and accepting what actually happened, beyond the surface level betrayal, and tango can’t.

“okay,” bdubs relents.

~*~

“is this thing on? tango! hey!”

a familiar face appears on the screen, the image fuzzy and distorted by static.

“this is- the world’s gone crazy, there’s stuff floatin’ and flyin’ all over the place-”

his frantic words cut in and out.

“the moon’s humongous, it’s coming-”

those big eyes are full of fear.

“i think it’s gonna blast us all to kingdom come- my perfect builds, your builds, they’re all getting-”

the moon looms in the background, impossibly big and bright.

“keralis’ place, it’s- mobs everywhere- here we go! i float! i fly now!”

their home is being torn to pieces.

“my only suggestion is that you stay up- stay on the moon- don’t come- this place is falling to shambles-”

bdubs is alone at the end of the world.

“tango listen, i’m- for everything, i’m so s-”

the transmission goes out.

tango stares at the black screen. “message received, buddy,” he whispers, a couple tears streaking down his face as he narrows his eyes in renewed determination. “i forgive you. and i’ll tell you that myself, after i save you.”

~*~

tango drifts aimlessly through the void of space. with the last breath of oxygen remaining in his cracked helmet, unshed tears frozen on his lashes, he says, “i’m sorry, too.”

#hermitcraft #last life smp #hels to pay au #HTP ask #HTP fic #kinda?? i mean it’s about how tango is affected by the HTP backstory so i GUESS #sorry for the slow reply but hoooo i had to MUSE on this….

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AOCOMF Reread Thoughts

These are just my thoughts and musings. Also all of this might have been posted before but, this is my place to thought dump lol

When Lucien first meets Elain I think there are a lot of things we might have forgotten in this interaction because so much was going on.

I feel there are a lot of similarities to what Rhys had just told Feyre when explaining his connection to her. This happened a few chapters before we get to when Lucien set’s eyes on Elain. Rhys explained the connection he had in the dreams, at the Fire festival, under the mountain, when he surged to Amorantha, all before the mating bond was truly felt or even known.

And we all know how Cassian was dragging his dying body to try to save Nesta in this moment. But ANYWAY back to Lucien and Elain.

Lucien....and I hate to say it Tamlin....didn’t know Hyberon was going to do this to Elain and Nesta. But the following things stood out to me. (I would screen grab it but I am listening to it lol)

Elain was quietly sobbing as she was dragged in. Hybern states to put the prettier one in first. Elain shaking, sobbing as she was pulled to the cauldron. Lucien put his hand to his sword. Saying “stop this”.

Lucien staggered a step further as Elain was grabbed by two soldiers. And she tried to fight going in. Lucien “that is enough” Lucien surged for Elain, for the cauldron, the king’s power leashed him too. Down on the ground next to Tamlin, his single eye wide. Looking horrified glancing between the king and Elain.

Elain shivering on the wet floor, exposed while the guard’s snickered and gawked. Lucien snarled at the king over the bind of magic at his throat. “Don’t just leave her on the damn floor,”

Flare of light to break the ties that Hybren had around him, stalking towards Elain, Lucien took off his jacket and leaned towards her with his coat.

The cauldron tilted with Nesta, water going towards Elain and them, Lucien hoisted Elain out of the way,

Nesta then barreled to Elain, pushing Lucien away causing her to almost slip. Elain’s gaze was locked on Lucien’s whose hands then go slack and is surprised (quietly...shocked..not yelling it...) feels the mate bond. His face pale (probably due to his own trauma of his first love and finding someone else).

I like that they are a little more slow burn since Elain, who was able to be caretaker for her father and push through the grief of her mother, their fortune being gone, and rose above so much, was having trouble with her whole reality being turned upside down from being kidnapped, changed, finding out her love didn’t love her. Since Lucien (We don’t know too much of what e has been doing) is giving her what she needs from him with space, showing he is there , but also probably taking in his own revelation.

*Bonus thought: I love how Hybern said “someone with strong will, will survive”, so Elain has a strong will.

Anyways...more short stories, drabbles and other things later.

#elain acotar #elain archeron #elucien #lucien vanserra #lucien acotar #pro elucien #acotar

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Several Sentences Sunday

Fanonwriter2023 on AO3

Where CANON and FANON collide!

After I finished “From here on out, it’s all a gift!”, I started writing another 6x18 Buddie Speculation fic before the finale aired but I stopped working on it because... let’s just say I was PISSED (I still am) with the way the season ended. Therefore, it’s been in my WIPs since the early part of May.

But I’m working on it again because I got inspired while writing Chapters 5, 6 and 7 of “I’m still in love with you but... I needed to learn how to love myself too!”.

I’m a third of the way finished with it and I’m excited to see how it’s going to end. My goal is to complete it and post it soon.

IMO, this is how 6x18 should have started.

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Here are several sentences from Buck’s and Eddie’s individual perspectives.

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Buck

His phone rings again and he sees Natalia’s name on the screen.

“Natalia?”

“Yes, Buck… thank you for taking my call.”

They’re both silent for a few seconds until she says, “Listen… I apologize for running out the way I did but that was a lot to take in. I understand you’re a selfless type of guy but I have to be honest… this is not the type of relationship I envisioned for myself.”

Buck can tell the brush off is coming so he interrupts her. “Natalia, it’s fine and I understand so let’s just end this now before we go any further. It was nice meeting you and I hope you have a great life.”

He hears her huff a little but she recovers quickly. “I agree.”

They disconnect after saying goodbye, then he walks upstairs, changes the sheets on his bed followed by him lying down on top of his comforter.

__________

Eddie

He leaves the hardware store and since he’s in his truck alone, he talks out loud to himself due to the irony of what just happened.

“Really Eddie… really? What were you even thinking? Marisol would be a repeat of the whole Ana debacle and I know I don’t want to go through that again.” He shakes his head and when he stops at a red light, he keeps talking.

“She’s Latina and she would check off all my parents’ boxes but she’s not the person I want to be with. There was a little spark but that could have been gas since my stomach’s been upset from eating all those smores.” He nods his head then burps. “Yeah... that’s exactly what it was. I know better because it would end in another “the idea of us” type of situation and I will not do that to myself again.”

#buddie #eddie diaz #evan buckley #christopher diaz #the buckley diaz family #buckley diaz family #911 fox #911 on fox #911onfox #911 abc #911 on abc #911 season 6 speculation #911 season 6 #911 s6 #911 fanfic #buddie fanfic #Fanonwriter2023 on AO3 #buddie wip #Several Sentences Sunday

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All of this in a male dominated industry (Part 2) (George Russell)

Note: english is not my first language

It's a continuation of the first part as tumblr didn't let me post it as a whole, but I had this idea/character description in my head and I wanted to write about it, and I wanted to share it too

Feedback is appreciated 🤍 and although I'm not taking requests per se, if you have any ideas or concepts you want to share, feel free to do so!

Also, thank you so much for every ❤️ and reblog, it means a lot to me!

Tw: Curse words, gender inequality

Part 1 can be read here

When you got up in the morning, you saw the raining pouring down outside, wishing that the last free practice session and qualifying would go without any major incidents.

Grabbing the best outfit you brought to cater to these weather conditions, you got ready and made your way into the paddock, being stopped by a male voice calling your name, "Y/N, Y/N, I have an umbrella for us!", George yelled as you approached him, arranging the hood of your raincoat that you had pulled to almost in front of your eyes so it could shield your glasses from the rain, "Hi, good morning, thanks! It wasn't this bad when I left my hotel, so I thought the coat was enough", you giggled, "yeah, seems a bit wet today. Not sure how the car is going to do in this", George started as you made your way into the hospitality, "I don't know how you guys do it in these conditions, obviously sometimes issues happen every now and then, but you're really in control of it aren't you?", you asked. "Yeah, I'd say so. And we have a whole team behind us giving us advice on what we should and shouldn't do so that always helps", he replied, ushering you inside so he could shake some water out of the umbrella before placing it in the holder, "Neither of us is particularly dry but I think the umbrella helped bit", he chuckled, looking at how both your fabric trainers were slightly soaked, earning a chuckle from you as everyone else gathered around, ready for FP3 and then Qualifying.

When the car was not performing how they wanted it too, everyone could feel the tension in the garage. John called for you, "Y/N, tell us again about that thing you were saying about how the car moves counter wind, she's the one from the project I told you about", and you didn't think much of it until they said that they were going to try it for Q3, "you're doing what? We don't know if it works for every car, and we've only tested it in simulation, we don't even have a car to test it in yet!", you said as they started discussing and adapt the equation to their numbers and car characteristics, "Toto, excuse me, sorry for bothering you, but did you hear what they're doing?", you tried to reason, maybe they'll listen to their boss, "Yeah, I told them to do it", he said simply as George asked what was the strategy through the team radio. By the time the last qualifying session started, you felt like throwing up when you heard the strategist guide George with the instructions based on the equation you had given them, "this is why it's called a project, it's because we don't know how it translates into the real world", you mumbled, the fingernails you were nervously biting into muffling your comment. "Is that enough? Did we get pole position?", someone asked and only then you did look at the numbers on the screen, not daring to look at them until now and being just happy that the car was intact and racing well enough. Cheers erupted in the garage, John coming up to you and giving you a hug, "There's no way to know if what you told us was the changing point for his race and his time, or if it was anything else, but my goodness woman, celebrate with us!", he asked you as you let out a chuckle, your nerves slowing dissipating as you were consumed by the energy of the garage. Since they had their briefings and a few things to adjust for the race the next day, you left the paddock earlier, thanking everyone for the experience and wishing them a good night of work and rest too, bidding goodbye to everyone.

The next morning promised a sunnier race, as opposed to the rain the previous day, making you grab a t-shirt and jeans and exploring a bit of the city before heading to the paddock in time for the race. After getting lunch in a little café, you were just within the schedule you had set to enter, scanning your pass as you walked in the middle of the whole pre race chaos, entering the garage without making much fuss, knowing everyone had their minds on specific things they needed to get done. As things progressed fairly well for the team, everyone fought to have both of the Mercedes drivers in the podium, George's loss from pole position not what they hoped but given the weekend, it only gave them more motivation to keep working and improve.

To celebrate the results, the team had invited you for dinner at the hotel they were staying, giving you a rough idea of the time you should be there. Heading back to your hotel, you took a shower and pulled some black jeans and a simple top from your bag as you also started to organise everything for the trip back home the next day, getting dressed and ready to go, making it just in time to the reception where you gave your name and one of the receptionists guided you to where you would be having dinner. Conversation fell smoothly between everyone, happy with the results they got and to be heading on a little break.

"And we want to thank Susie and Toto because they were the ones to bring Y/N to us and make us aware that such genius is out there. We have some important advances that we need to test and it's in part because of Y/N, so thank you so much Y/N", John finished his speech as everyone clapped for you, sending a big shy blush to your cheeks as you smiled at everyone. A few moments after dessert, you phone rang and you headed to the balcony outside, excusing yourself as you answered your aunt's phonecall. "You either go now and try and talk to her properly or I will", Lewis tried to appeal to George's jealous side a few moments after you left, "you've got nothing to lose honestly, just go and talk to her", he ushered his teammate, seeing that you were no longer talking on the phone "and say thank you for her help too, she deserves it!". Heading to the balcony, he made sure the door made enough noise for you to hear, not wanting to startle you while you were sitting in a bench, appreciating the busy streets, "I hope I'm not interrupting anything", he softly said as you turned around to look at his arrival, "No, don't worry. Just my aunt saying that she saw the race", you chuckled, arranging the way you were sitting so he could sit next to you. "Thanks for yesterday by the way. The guys only told me about it after you had left and I didn't have any other way to express my gratitude for your take on it. Wether it was what helped us or not, it certainly brought a few new ideas that we're going to test. The guys said you'd be a good strategist one day too", he continued his compliment, "I'm glad I could help, although I'm not sure I have what it takes", you blushed.

"Where did all of the confidence go from the woman who gave a new outlook to a team full of engineers and told everyone in conference room they could aspire to be whatever they wanted? Don't get this the wrong way, but I think that's an admirable trait you have", George said, looking at you. You looked in front of you, nowhere in particular, "It's a bit 'fake it until you make it', you know? You can't really show weakness in this environment, especially as a woman, it's just another thing they'll try and manipulate you on, and yeah, it's crappy sometimes, knowing that for anyone to even consider hearing my ideas I have to appear confident that they'll work and stomp my foot if I need to, whereas if it was one of my male colleagues, which I adore and am grateful for, to propose the slightest idea, they would be at the ready to test it, no matter how much money they needed or if it was even grounded by some theory... which is ironic because I was the first one to say that we hadn't done much testing and they- they still went for it and told you what you should do based on some silly ideas I had and managed to prove in a simulator", you giggled, "but yeah, some of this confidence is here but there are times where it isn't always like this", you finished your ramble, feeling his stare on you, "it sounds so stupid of me, but there are so many things I never noticed because of, what was it that you called it in the conference, 'male privilege' right?, so many things I don't feel from my position. My parents have always treated me and my sister the same way, and my niece goes karting everytime she wants since she was able to. It just makes you question what you can do to prevent such inequality in the future", George reflected and you smiled, happy that you had made someone think about these issues. "Your niece is into karting? Little Y/N loved the idea of karting but the moment my parents allowed me in one of them, I just drove in the slowest speed ever and would not allow anyone to make me go faster", you blushed remembering the videos you mum had recorded in her old camera, your kart gradually going into the last position as you were happily rounding the corners in a slow speed, "Oh yeah, she loves it, I can show you some videos on my phone here, wait", he said grabbing his phone and showing you videos of the little girl driving in a much faster speed with such confidence. You must've been in there for a while, George showing you a few more videos and you commenting some experiences you had, him telling you about the first time he flipped a go kart and you telling him about the time your parents talked to you about considering other hobbies other than (your slow) karting, stopping when you heard your name, "Y/N, we're going out for a few drinks to celebrate the weekend, care to join us?", one of communication advisors called from the door that led to the balcony, making you look at George, "Obviously it's up to you but I would really like it if you joined us", he said as he laced your fingers in his, "I would really enjoy it if we could spend more time together too, perhaps without the whole team that close, but I'll also take what I can get", earning a nod from you, "yeah, I'd like that too".

#george russell imagine #george russell fic #george russell fluff #f1 imagine #f1 x reader #f1 fanfic

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narrans · 1 year

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A Tall and Small Collection | S2.34 | Music and the Prelude

Dorian stared at the screen. His heart was racing a million miles a minute, which was incredibly far for a Borrower.

Was this real?

Was this even possible?

There was no way…

Ever since Ashlynn gave Dorian the smart device and loaded the GarageBand application onto it, he had been making music non-stop. Everything just felt natural. The way the instruments played at the touch of a button and brought his ideas to life was absolutely unreal. As a Borrower, making music was something you never did. Now? He could live this dream.

Ashlynn, after hearing some of his stuff, thought that he should post it anonymously online to different websites. It took a lot of discussion and soul searching, but Dorian ultimately decided he wanted to share his music.

What was the point of making it if no one was going to listen to it?

So, with Ashlynn’s help and Soren’s blessing, along with a thoughtful reminder that he needed to make sure Borrower kind was not referenced or revealed accidentally, they made him an email account which immediately linked to a YouTube page.

From there, he started uploading his music. He found free online pictures and found out how to put pictures over his music. Dorian even managed to find a few free things called “apps” that let the image move on its own.

For the past few months, he had been posting his music online to different sites until, one day, he saw he had a few comments and things called “subscribers.” They were absolutely thrilled with his music, based on what Ashlynn said when she read the comments to him out loud, and he helped craft a response to each and every one.

It was slow at first, but the comments and views grew.

Dorian thought he was good, but never really that good. He was just pressing buttons and saying what was on his mind.

And, evidently, it had caught fire.

Dorian took a few days away from checking his sites to write and enjoy his music. During those days, something happened and, now, his heart was making his chest ache.

There was no way this was real, right? Those numbers were only ever three numbers deep, right? There were five numbers on them now - 56,389. What did it mean?

Feeling a little nauseous, he stumbled into the living room away from his screen and his studio to see that Ashlynn was sitting on the couch working. He didn’t know where Soren was, but that didn’t matter as much at the moment.

He needed Ashlynn for this - and it felt good to need her.

“Ashlynn!” called Dorian as he jogged up to the sofa where Ashlynn was sitting. She nodded, showing she heard him, but continued typing away on her computer until she reached a good stopping point.

“Yes? Hey Dorian. What’s up?” she asked as she reached down to the floor out of habit and let the teen step onto her palm.

“I have a question for you about the online thing. Um… Do you have a second?” asked Dorian as he grasped Ashlynn’s thumb and let himself be swept upward toward Ashlynn. The moment she saw him, her eyes narrowed.

“Sure, I have a second. Are you feeling alright? You look a bit shaky and pale. Did someone say something mean?” asked Ashlynn as she gingerly set Dorian down on her shoulder and began pulling up his YouTube channel.

“No, I don’t think it was mean. I just released a new song a few days ago and there are a lot of numbers. I… I don’t know what they mean, but I think I do at the same time if that makes sense,” said Dorian. He crouched down low on Ashlynn’s shoulder as his eyes fixed onto the screen. He was shaking in his borrowing boots. Why he felt so jittery, he wasn’t sure, but he had a sneaking suspicion something was about to happen.

Ashlynn nodded and typed with lightning speed and waited only a few seconds for the screen to flick over to Dorian’s page. It was relatively simple. He had Mayzie “paint” a logo and banner, simply calling his segment Dorian’s Attic Tunes.

The moment Ashlynn clicked on the latest video, however, Dorian heard her inhale sharply and felt her stiffen.

“What?” he asked, feeling his nerves spike. “What is it? Is that bad? Or… or does that mean what I think it means?”

“Dorian, this is a lot of views; and look at the comments!” Ashlynn looked through the digital letters which Dorian could only partially understand. Dorian felt himself shaking as Ashlynn read off the comments.

“Dorian, you have an amazing voice. I hope you keep making music. Coming out with an album?”

“Such a great tune! And so true! Keep up the good work!”

“Totally subscribed first. Luv ya man. Keep cranking out tunes.”

Ashlynn continued reading as Dorian’s heart pumped nothing but air. Was this real? How could it be? He had no experience making music. This was just him goofing off.

“Dorian! This is amazing!” cheered Ashlynn, reaching up and carefully rubbing his shoulder. The Borrower teen was absolutely speechless. “And look! Your subscribers are going up every time I refresh the page. Look.”

Ashlynn hit a few buttons and, sure enough, the number changed once again as the screen came up.

“This is amazing, Dorian,” smiled Ashlynn. “You’re really doing great things with your music. You’re reaching people!”

“But… how… I mean… I’m not…” sputtered Dorian.

“What? You think you need to be human to make good music and make it in the industry? Granted, we’ll have to be careful, but this is good. You should be proud of yourself!” Ashlynn encouraged once again. Dorian leaned against Ashlynn’s neck and continued to stare at the number.

How was it possible to be this happy? This was truly an amazing day.

~~~^*^*^~~~

This wasn’t happening. This couldn’t be happening!

Rey heaved in breath after breath as he sprinted through the walls. His eyes weren’t working. They were too blurred from the tears pouring over the rims of his eyes.

He knew what he needed to do in the moment, but it didn’t make the hurt go away. It didn’t make it any better. The teenage Borrower slammed into a nearby wall joist which seemed to come out of nowhere, and he let himself crumple to the ground.

Rey drew his legs into his body, which was shuddering violently, as he laid there in a heap.

What were they going to do?

They had no time.

He had to keep going.

He needed to get up.

Rey forced himself to his feet, but a choking sob made him pause just long enough stare at his blood-soaked hands.

Everything happened so fast…

And Hero…

How were they going to fix this?

How were they going to get him back?

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WIP Whenever

About to be out of pocket for a bit, and still a ways away from posting more Fugue, but I am working on it and have made some good progress:

Kaidan lets out a shaky breath and cards anxious fingers through his hair. “Sir, even if I wanted to, I’m not him. I can’t…do what he did.”

“Hell, I can’t do what he did. Even when I was his age and could have kept up.” Anderson’s voice softens. It’s tinny over the comm. “Alenko. You served with him for a long time. Do you think that was by accident?”

Kaidan shakes his head, although the pain the question brings him goes a lot deeper than Anderson will ever know.

A heavy look crosses Anderson’s face. “Shepard was one of the sharpest tactical minds I’ve ever known, but before the ‘Yang he didn’t understand how to work through other people. It got worse after Torfan. A lot worse. He was pissed off and bitter, convinced the only person he could rely on was himself.”

“I remember,” Kaidan says softly.

On the screen, Anderson’s visage flickers with a brief wave of lag. It makes him look old. “Scared the hell out of me. It was a bad road he was headed down, and I couldn’t help him. So I sent him to Anya and the ‘Yang. I don’t know what happened during his time there. He was never one to talk about things. But I do know the ‘Yang changed him. What he accomplished with that marine squad he shouldn’t have been able to do with a full N squad. Couldn’t believe my eyes. I looked over the dossiers of each and every one of you, trying to figure out how the hell he did shit like save that colony on Arvuna, or get that intel on Yandoa. You know what I found?”

The ever-present ache in Kaidan’s heart settles deeper. Kaidan knows exactly what Shepard found on the ‘Yang. What they’d all found there.

Each other.

But he shakes his head anyway.

“Every member of that squad had skills he didn’t. In those four years, the kid I could never get to listen to any damn thing somehow learned to listen to people who saw things differently than he did. I don’t think it’s a gamble to say you had something to do with that.”

Kaidan tries to swallow, but it gets stuck in his throat.

“He was a great soldier,” Anderson goes on. “But not just because of what he could do with a gun or his amp. It was because he surrounded himself with people who had the strengths he didn’t. I guess what I’m saying is, you don’t need to be him. Because he thought that to do the things we asked him to do, he needed the help of someone who wasn’t. And the person he looked to the most was you.”

#snippet #kaidan alenko #david anderson #some post-alchera angst for your friday

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Manila envelope - Jubal Valentine x OC (feat. Kristen Chazal)

It came in a manila envelope, his name printed on the front. There was no sender, no stamp. At first he thought nothing of it, but the longer he looked at it, the more something gnawed at him.

Picking it up, he noticed that it weighed almost nothing - so a letter? Opening it, he glanced inside and for a millisec his heart stopped beating. Gently prying the content out - careful so that no one saw - he stared at the photo. It was him. Siri. On the couch, that first time. A post-it note was taped to the front, a handwritten message on it.

Accidents happen so easily.

He immediately made up his mind. Determinedly putting the photo back, he resealed the envelope and turned to Kirsten. She was preoccupied, but he gently tapped on her shoulder.

"Hey," he said quietly, "you see who delivered this?"

She turned her attention from the screen and looked at the envelope in his hand. Shaking her head, she frowned. "It was on your desk when I came in. What is it?'

Jubal hesitated. "Nothing important, but I'd like you to do me a favor."

"Sure."

"Check the footage from the entrance, see if anyone stands out." As he straightens, he adds; "And see what you can find about a detective Reece Brown of the 123rd."

He can see the hesitation in her eyes. She glances around, making sure no one is listening.

"A detective?"

"If they notice -" Jubal leans in again -"claim that we have a suspect referencing a case. He can't - under any circumstances - know we're investigating."

"That'll be hard, Jubal. Impossible, almost."

"That's why I trust you." He squeezes her shoulder, smiling softly. He knows that what he's asking could get her in a lot of trouble, but he has to. "And whatever you find, give it to me directly."

"Jubal," she calls after him as he then heads for the elevator. "I better meet her."

Jubal just smiles at her as the elevator doors close between them.

#jubal valentine #jubal valentine x oc #fbi #original character #fbi series

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I posted 1,739 times in 2022

That's 1,668 more posts than 2021!

337 posts created (19%)

1,402 posts reblogged (81%)

Blogs I reblogged the most:

@sugalaritae

@jeonjcngkook

@kth1

@sunshinerainbowsbts

@kithtaehyung

I tagged 1,496 of my posts in 2022

Only 14% of my posts had no tags

#min yoongi - 263 posts

#kim taehyung - 224 posts

#jung hoseok - 100 posts

#jeon jungkook - 87 posts

#harrows recs - 84 posts

#harrow answers - 65 posts

#park jimin - 59 posts

#sr - 56 posts

#what's the queue with you - 51 posts

#bts - 49 posts

Longest Tag: 133 characters

#it's not happening but i'm listening to anderson .paak right now and i just really think that his music could fit one of the rap line

My Top Posts in 2022:

together (myg)

pairing: min yoongi x reader

genre: soft soft soft yoongi, everything is soft. SO MUCH FLUFF

au: idol!au, slice of life, established relationship

rating: pg but everything else i write is 18+

word count: 576

warnings: yoongi is soft.

author's note: i love that he posted the waves this morning. i love him very much. happy busan concert day! this was not edited bc i'm just settling into bed and i got this idea and had to write it.

The phone rings right in your ear. It’s loud. You must have fallen asleep with the phone in your hand because normally you put your phone on the bedside table. You look at the phone through half-closed eyes, sleep is still making your eyelids heavy and it’s hard to fully look at the screen. You answer despite not knowing who it is.

“Hello?” you answer.

“Jagi, I’m sorry I woke you,” his voice is soft, deep, still dusted with sleep.

“What’s wrong?” you ask, your eyes suddenly opening and your heartbeat rising. He left two nights ago and he normally waits until you are awake to call you, so something must be wrong.

“Nothing,” he says softly and you take a deep breath to calm your heart as you settle back into your pillow.

“You’re up early, shouldn’t you be sleeping?” you ask because it is very early but he hasn’t been sleeping a lot lately with rehearsals and trying to finish his album.

“Couldn’t sleep,” he answers. There is a soft pause before he continues, “I can’t sleep without you here.”

The sentence is followed by a soft deep chuckle and it slips into your chest and makes you close your eyes. The two of you have only been dating for half a year and yet things have moved quickly. You spend his free nights at his apartment. You have woken to him working on various things on his laptop still in bed with you. It’s a quiet subtle relationship and unlike anything you’ve ever had before and oh! It feels so good.

“The window is open in the hotel and I can hear the waves, I thought we could listen to them together.”

This makes you want to melt into your bed but instead you let out a soft sigh.

“I would love that,” you say.

He turns to a video call and you gaze at his face for a moment, watching as he smiles at your still sleepy face. He’s not wearing a shirt and you can see the tape on his shoulder but you don’t say anything about it.

“You look beautiful,” he says, his gaze shifting across the screen.

You shake your head and he just nods in a silent argument.

“Here, listen,” he says as he switches the camera view and you sit up to watch as he steps onto the balcony of the hotel and shows you the sea. It’s beautiful, vast, and slowly you start to hear the waves crash move against each other and onto the shore.

Silence slips between the two of you as you both listen to waves. Your eyes start to drift close as each wave slips into you and down into your muscles giving you a deep relaxing feeling.

“Jagi,” his voice startles you and you open your eyes to see that he’s moved to the front facing camera again.

You smile, “yeah?”

“I love you,” he says and you take a deep breath. He’s only started saying it and it’s still so new hearing it.

“I love you too.”

There is a soft smile that slips across his beautiful mouth and then a nod.

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way back home (myg)

summary: you need an escape. yoongi is there for you in your time of need.

pairing: Min Yoongi x Reader (no specified gender or pronouns used)

genre: smut, angst

au: post-apocalyptic western

rating: 18+ this is sort of pwp

word count: 3.1k

warnings: post-environmental apocalypse, hints at abusive father and fiance, rough yoongi, quiet yoongi, death threat, blow job, dom!yoongi, yoongi has BDE, mocking, degradation, nipple biting, possessiveness, throat fucking, fucking, yoongi keeps the jewelry on, unprotected sex (be careful!), creampie

author's note: so as you all know the teaser for 'that that' destroyed me and left me in bits and pieces and i came up with this little teaser that got some attention and i couldn't get the idea out of my head. then i started thinking about the novella Upright Women Wanted by Sarah Gailey and i knew that i wanted to have that kind of western but modern vibe. (seriously read that novella, it's suuuuuper queer and fantastic!!) a special thank you goes to the absolutely wonderful @miscelunaaa @minttangerines and @vyduan for looking this over and giving me suggestions/yelling at me and i'm just so very thankful for all of them!! i appreciate you all so much. the incredible @wwilloww made this banner and i am so thankful for them.

tag list: @herecomesjoon @neverendingforever

You don’t know how long you’ve been riding. The adrenaline from being taken from your house has subsided and thus the ache in your back has slipped further than just the muscle and seems to be in your bones. Every step the horse makes is painful and you want to tell him that you have had enough but you’re not sure how he will react, whether it will be kind or angry.

You’re not willing to find out. So, you persevere and hold his waist tighter. All you can do is hope that the ride will be over soon and you’ll be wherever he is taking you.

You close your eyes. Images of a world and a future that you are not sure you will be able to ever live in floats through your mind. Happiness instead of what has come before. You’ve never been sure if happiness could be attainable for you and yet you’ve still hoped for it.

Whenever you’ve thought of hope, his words always fill your head, telling you that hope is stupid and is more deadly than any cancer. You’re not sure if this is correct or not; but you’ve not lived the life that he has lived. You’ve not been able to experience the world the way he has and you trust that his experience speaks more truth than anything you’ve been through.

Time slips further on with each hoofbeat and you open your eyes to watch the scenery, your head resting against his back between his shoulders, feeling every muscle move against your cheek. You’ve seen images of what this landscape used to look like before everything happened. Before the earth decided to claim herself again and fought back against all of the horrible things humanity had put her through. This is the world that you’ve always known and if he is right about hope, then pictures of what life used to be like seem to be just as deadly. Nostalgia for a time that you have never experienced leaves your brain spinning and an emptiness in the pit of your stomach.

Finally, the horse seems to slow and you turn to look forward over his shoulder. You were always curious about what his life looked like. Where he slept when he wasn’t with you, but you can’t see anywhere that might lend itself as a home. A small rocky hill is where you’ve stopped, but no tent or fire is set up. No evidence that this is where anyone could be living.

You hear him make a few sounds and the animal under you responds, both speaking a language that you didn’t even know existed. You were never raised around horses, always able to see them when they came into town but never up close and you’ve only ever heard stories about how people speak to horses.

He grabs your hands and pulls them off him roughly, leaving you with a weird feeling that travels from the point of touch into your chest. He slides off the horse and pulls at his jacket to straighten it. You’re not sure how he looks so clean still; you feel like you’re covered in dust, whereas his ivory jacket and pants look like he’s just washed them.

Perhaps it’s something that happens when you’re used to this kind of life? Perhaps, eventually, you’ll be able to look just as put together as he does.

He holds up one finger at you and looks around.

You want off this horse and you are growing impatient. Your legs ache. Your back feels like it’s been pushed together. You weren’t sure that muscles could ache in this way. You’re used to being pushed to your limit but this is unpleasant and you hate every single moment of it.

Finally, he returns and holds out his hands. You awkwardly lean down and rest your hands on his shoulders and slip off the horse and land against him and his chest.

“You good?” he asks and you nod. You look up at his face just in time to watch him shove his tongue in his cheek and nod before he lets you go, walking to the horse and whispering something to it as his hands run over its smooth dark brown coat.

You watch as he walks ahead of you and into a small opening in the rock that you had barely noticed. You follow him. The rock is cold to the touch, and for a moment you’re worried that you won’t be able to fit, but you push yourself through, the rock scraping at your cheek followed by a slight burning sensation. Then you’re through. It takes a moment for your eyes to adjust to the change.

It’s not a lot different from the dark outside, but he has lit a candle and it flickers in the small, tall cave. As he begins to light more candles, you can see more of what he has set up. Blankets folded as if they were on top of a mattress. A backpack leans against the wall of the cave with clothes folded neatly beside it. Will this be your new home? You’re not sure what he has planned for you.

Your legs ache as you stand. You’re not sure how much longer you will be able to stay upright.

You’re about to open your mouth and ask him what he is planning when out of the corner of your eye, you see him put a candle down and walk to you, a dark look in his eyes. Your heart beats wildly in your chest, uncertain of what that look might mean.

You are about to speak when he pushes a hand against your mouth, stopping any words that you were about to say, his other arm wrapping around your waist and pulling you against him.

“Before you talk I want you to know that if you tell anyone about this place and where it is, I will kill you.”

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i had this little thought last night about what sex could be like with each of the guys. (i have many thoughts and different scenarios for them and these are just a few)

the guys as types of sex

JIN is surprising. you’re laughing on the couch one moment, maybe he’s tickling you, your laughter mixing and swirling around the room until his face is close to yours and everything slows. his lips are on yours. the laughter has stopped, the energy recycled into something new and needy. it might be rushed. clothes forgotten on the floor. he watches you as you come. he holds you on the sofa as the two of you come down from your high and he gives you a compliment that makes you laugh.

NAMJOON is a slow build from the moment you meet up with him for your date. the date is foreplay. conversation that makes your head spin in the best ways. small debates that both leave you slightly breathless. it’s arriving at your apartment and him stepping in and closing the door. both of you wanting it and letting the tension build until finally you crash together. the sex is an extension of the conversations you’ve had. it’s the hushed debate you had in the gallery over the artists overuse of red all over again except this time no words are spoken. it’s him holding you tight to his body after and whispering “can i stay the night?”

YOONGI is weeks without it and then spontaneously needing each other. it’s the usual routine of getting ready for bed and crawling in next to each other, both of you with your books or he with his laptop working on something he just remembered before he falls asleep. it’s putting the things down, turning the lights off and falling asleep with each other only to wake up a few hours later, at the same time. it’s him pulling your underwear down and slipping into you from behind, both of you on your side. it’s moans waking the house at 3am.

HOSEOK is laughter filled. it’s starting out serious and needy. clothes being ripped and buttons flying in forgotten places. it’s him inside you and cracking a joke, making you laugh with your whole body. your muscles clenching around him. that laughter mixed with moans and small slaps, the cocktail of everything making your body feel more alive than it has in ages. its kisses on your neck and promises he will keep. it’s him doing a goofy naked dance as you get up to dress after, making you laugh again.

JIMIN it’s needy. it’s a little rough. it’s consent and discussed kinks and desires. it’s role play at the bar and making each other jealous before finding each other again and going to your shared home. it’s kisses that tell you he loves you. it’s soft marks on your neck and earlobe. it’s the sudden switch between rough and love making. it’s orchestral, playing each other like instruments. it’s perfectly practiced.

TAEHYUNG is uncertain. it’s being at a bar with your friends and watching each other over the table. it’s feeling his gaze on you and your body feeling warm. it’s him suggesting he’ll walk you home. it’s soft silences and pleasant conversation. it’s tension building as he steps closer. it’s a pause in the middle of the sidewalk and him asking if he can kiss you. it’s him following you up to your apartment and taking your coat off before he asks to kiss you again. it’s bites and marks left on your neck and chest. it’s his tongue against you pulling a mind melting orgasm from deep inside you. it’s kitchen sex the next morning. bent over the counter and leaving you both crumpled on the floor sharing the only pancake you were able to make.

JUNGKOOK is a little awkward. pulling at clothes and teeth crashing against each other. it’s him mumbling soft sorry’s. it’s getting used to each other as you finally make it to the bedroom. it’s him lifting you onto the bed and wrapping your legs around him. it’s watching the switch in his eyes, confidence gained with each kiss and moan he pulls from you. it’s love unspoken until this moment. it’s nails on his back and whispered secrets. it staying in bed for a day until you’re both starving. sharing ramyeon while watching an anime until you have energy again.

363 notes - Posted May 19, 2022

new books - knj (m)

pairing: namjoon x female reader

genre(s): smut, romance, fluff, a little bit of angst but not really

au(s): non-idol, established relationship

word count: 5.5k

summary: you used to have mornings like this, wrapped up in each other and drinking each other instead of your morning coffee. the day turns into a day spent together with your boyfriend, looking at books, and admiring each other.

trigger warnings: reader wishes namjoon paid more attention to her and less about his career

smut warnings: semi-public sex (they fuck in a washroom and seriously maybe don't do this... it's dirty), unprotected sex (please be safe and careful!!), rough sex, dirty talk, praise kink, fingering, lots of talk about cum, choking, anal fingering, a little bit of ass play, joon is a very soft dom

rating: 18+

author's note: this is my first smut so please be gentle (but also tear me to shreds!). thank you so much to @missgeniality for the beautiful banner and beta-ing before getting sick! thank you to @rkivian for being a beta!! i appreciate you both so so so much!! this is for @thebtswritersclub january prompt - "new" - and thank you so much to the staff for letting me be a little late ❤️

tag list: @marilo11 (i am so sorry i forgot to tag you yesterday!) © sugalaritae 2022. you do not have any permission to repost or translate my work. all of this is mine and i worked hard on this, please respect that. please like, reblog, and send an ask! i’d love hear from you💜💜💜

It starts slow.

The light has slipped through the part in your bedroom curtains. A spotlight on his hand resting on your thigh, the feather duvet pillowed around it. Your eyes open slowly and rest on the books that are piled four high on his nightstand.

You shift against him as the wind whispers through your curtains. His arms are draped over you; the hair on his arm stands as the breeze gently pushes past.

A small shiver slips over you as you feel the breeze. You release a happy hum as the muscles in his arms wake with him and he pulls you closer.

Your hair falls off its landing on your shoulder and between your bodies, and he takes the opportunity to press a kiss below your ear.

There are no good mornings. No words spoken between the two of you as he moves his lips against your jaw. Teeth graze your earlobe for a short moment before you feel his tongue against your skin.

Your feet work the duvet off and, still half asleep, the soft thhhhew hits your ears. His hand moves up your thigh, nails drag gently against your skin sending shivers up your spine as he reaches your hip and pulls your ass to meet his erection.

It's as if suddenly both of your bodies are awake. Your muscles surge to life. A sensation builds in your clit, and you desperately need relief. The energy pushes through both of you and your hands work at the shorts you wore to bed. His hands try desperately to help you but fumble and a small little laugh escapes the both of you. His lips no longer kiss your skin, but his hot breath tickles need against your neck.

He moves away from you to pull your shorts down and off your legs. You turn to look at him, sleep still rests on his face like a mask, leaving his skin looking soft and fresh. He meets your gaze for a moment, his eyes dark with desire, his face heavy with sleep. Your gaze drifts away to his hands as he pulls down his gray sweatpants. The light through the curtains shines on his erection as it hits his stomach with a soft slap, it is this moment that is one of your favorites, seeing him naked, the need building in your legs and core; but you barely have time to admire him in the morning light as he pushes you against the mattress. The hot spot on the pillow where your head rested for the night presses against your cheek and the heat that has already started to pool in your face intensifies.

Normally the two of you take your time. He enjoys licking and kissing your body and you enjoy touching him, your fingers taking their time to read him. There is none of that this time. Both of you hungry for the other.

His hands pull your hips up to meet his and your whole body shivers as you feel his cockhead slip against your folds. Your arousal mixes with his precum and before you can take a breath, he pushes into you. You grab the pillow and pull it away from your face. Your body falls the incredibly short distance to the mattress, and he lets out a moan as he buries himself inside you.

"Namjoon," his name is spoken against the cotton sheet like a prayer.

You feel him shift against you, moving your hips with him like he's fixing a glove put on in a hurry. Slowly, you feel his body pull away from you, his dick nearly pulls out of you until he slams himself back in you, and the whole mood shifts.

It's quick, hurried, passionate, and needy.

You press your hands against the wooden headboard to anchor yourself as he pounds into you.

He watches your back as the muscles move with each thrust. Your ass shakes and he can feel a pressure build in his chest as a realization he’s had many times hits him and courses through his veins like caffeine - you are his. You stretch around him, accommodating his length and girth. You are the epitome of lust and desire. He is certain that if any of the greats tried to describe you with such childish things like words they would fail. How the two of you exist at the same time, in the same place, is a mystery to him and one that he will continue to try and solve.

The room is filled with the slap of his body against yours and just as quickly as it started, you can feel the build in your core. Your nails drag against the headboard desperate to hold onto something and he smirks as he watches. Your core tightens around him with each thrust.

"Come for me," he whispers as he leans down and kisses between your shoulder blades. The shift in position makes your breath hitch, your body jolting with the contrast of the sweet press of his kiss and the way his cock fills you. Each thrust is deep and rough.

"I'm close," he moans gently against your shoulder, and then without warning his body has left yours, his hand grips your hair and twists it around his fist as he pulls your head up, your back dipping and your hips thrust up and against him.

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My #1 post of 2022

almost sweet (kth)

pairing: Taehyung x Female Reader

genre(s): pwp, smut, some fluff

au: slice of life, bdsm, established relationship

word count: 5k

summary: life has felt like too much lately. your boyfriend agrees to give you a night of pleasure with a touch of pain.

trigger/smut warnings: dom!tae, tae has a big dick, degradation (uses of 'whore' and 'slut'), mocking, ass slapping, pussy slapping, creampie, oral (m), rough throat fuck, rough fingering, squirting, silk ties and a ball gag are used, he makes her clean up after herself, rough sex, hair pulling, lots of spit, unprotected sex (wrap it up please!! and be careful!!), tears, hints that he's broken skin, praise, aftercare, strawberries, both of them are deeply in love with each other, and everything is consensual

rating: 18+

author’s note: thank you so much to the lovely @rkivian for making this AMAZING banner!! i have never written a pwp before and a special thank you goes out to the absolutely astounding @taegularities for brainstorming with me, taking the time to beta, and allowing me to run ideas past her!!

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It’s a soft clink that hits your ears first.

You know that sound. You’ve heard it in your bedroom countless times throughout the days you’ve shared and sometimes in the middle of the night. It is one of those sounds that you pay no attention to in any other instance, but as it pushes through the bedroom and reverberates in your ears, you know that he has set down a ceramic dish against the small glass table top that sits atop your brushed gold bedside table.

Your eyes twitch against the silk material that is blindfolding you.

He’s been gone for a few minutes and now he’s returned with something. It has to be a dish, but what is in it? Your mind begins the race of possibilities of what could be in there. Food? Something that he could eat off of you? Ice cubes? Every nerve in your body remembers the last time that he brought ice cubes into your bedroom, and your pussy clenches at the memory of the frozen rock pushed against and then into your entrance.

Could it be something for after? A treat for you?

Curiosity gets the best of you and your tongue moves in your mouth as your brain sends the signal to ask the question, but the words are only pushed silently against the ball gag that holds your mouth open. You always marvel at how your body acclimates to these restraints, but just as quickly as you get used to the gag, your muscles begin to ache.

“You look so pretty.” His words crush the silence that has slipped over you and the room and a shiver of surprise rushes up your spine.

You want him to touch you. Your body has relaxed against the bed even in the restraints that he put around your wrists and ankles several minutes earlier. This is the part that always drives you crazy - the waiting. The two of you have discussed how long is too long and came to a compromise. The waiting proves to be worse when you know that he’s in the room with you.

You can hear his breathing, it’s soft and slightly labored. A moan runs through your throat and crashes against the gag where it is joined by your built up saliva, and together they squeeze out around the gag at the corners of your mouth. Your eyes close tight as you feel your drool slip down your chin and your neck.

His chuckle is deep, and behind the darkness, you picture it coming from the bottom of his chest.

“How are you doing, baby?” he asks, fully knowing that you will not be able to answer.

Prick.

You push sound against the gag and oh! You want to see his face. You want to see that cruel smirk that you know he will have. It’s silent for a moment and you think you can hear him moving, but you’re unsure. Waves of darkness crash behind your closed lids and you start to feel a little lost at sea.

Until, his voice pulls you back to the shore.

He’s close. So incredibly close. You can feel his breath against your neck as he asks, “Sorry?” Such a simple word and yet he’s coated it in lust, tenderness, and mockery.

You feel the mattress give under his weight as he rests a knee next to your chest.

“Do you want this out?” he asks as his slender fingers trace where the strap and your cheek meet, making you jump at the surprise touch. “If I take this off, you’re not allowed to swear at me, okay baby?”

You nod. He knows you too well. Knows that you can get frustrated when you have too much restraint and he’s left you for far too long. Your jaw aches and he should know, he’s had this same gag stuffed into his mouth before.

Carefully he lifts your head. Every touch is a wonderful surprise and a small tickle starts in your neck where his fingers have connected with your skin, traveling down to the base of your spine, and you lift your hips just a little. He smirks at this small action. Watching you react to his touches when you’re blindfolded is one of his favorite things to witness.

His body reacts differently; yours is so sensitive and he wonders what it must be like to live in a body like yours. Each touch, each kiss, elicits a reaction and while he knows he will never know what exactly it feels like, he is thankful he is the one that gets to witness it.

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D.U.D.E: Part 2 - The King Can Go F--- Himself (Set in 2020)

Note: This is set in a universe where Men VS Women / Intergender matches can happen.

Chapter 1: here

Tags: @piratewithvigor @tantamount-treason @thedollmaker16

Around 2000 Words. 18+ in places (those chapters will be marked as ‘Mature / sexual content’ just to be safe). Please inform me if you wish to be tagged or untagged from posts. If the text is in italics and orange it’s Kirby’s inner monologue. If the text is coloured but not in italics, it’s either dialogue or a P.O.V change (P.O.V changes will be in bold and translated dialogue will appear in square [ ] brackets), Key below. Quick note on Geia’s text colour: Yes I do know that as Greed she should be in yellow but I decided to colour the men’s dialogue yellow so Geia was changed to be pink like the other women in the story outside of the main 8.

The Main 8: Damo - Bio. Vi - Bio. Billie - Bio. Geia - Bio. Kirby - Bio. Honey - Bio. Eli - Bio. Sara - Bio.

Eli's Vlog P.O.V:

"Ooh, Hound-Of-Hell, thank you for the donation. Hound asks, if the guy barged past Kirby, did Sara attack them or did Kirby give him the death stare from last week's vlog?"

"So, I would have attacked this guy, But I didn't want to scare Renee, and Mox and Kirby seemed to sort out the situation well by themselves." Sara explains, gesturing with her hands as the Fatality plays out.

"Oh, so Kirby didn't eat him alive."

"No, she swore a lot though." Eli murmurs, covering her mouth as she watches the screen.

Sara giggles as she looks at Eli's reaction, not at all bothered by the digital bloodshed.

"How do you play this and not react to the blood?"

"I'm from New York, I lived around people who fought each other and got bloodier than these dudes."

"That's... partially true." Honey murmurs.

Eli shakes her head in disbelief, before going back to reading through the comments until the end the stream, signing off and turning off the recording before sending Kirby text asking where she is and when she'll be getting back to the hotel. Kirby replies within a few minutes saying she'll be back before Damian takes them out for dinner.

Gluttony's P.O.V:

If someone had said 'This is your brain when you think of him' and showed Kirby a picture of a brain with both the reaction of hate and respect and then asked 'who is he?' her answer would either be her father, Damian or Eddie Moore. A few weeks had passed, now the morning, a very sunny morning, of the 5th of August in Jacksonville.

Damien had tasked her with being the person who would take on Eddie in a feud starting today with promos exchanged. Kirby had struggled with writing something on Eddie, given both how little she knew of him and how much she respected him already. She wrote a few lines she expected him to fuel by reacting to. Before she did that though, she had footage to edit for Eli's vlog and emails to write to her family, making her way to the gym for a few hours before the show's taping and managed a good workout before having to get to the arena and confront Eddie.

She took a micrphone after Sara's debut match win against Kilynn King, waiting for Sara to join her at the top of the stage. Her music hits as she walks out, cutting off when she gestures to (listen to the first 10 seconds).

"Go on now girlie, run away with your tail between your legs like the false King you are," She taunts Kilynn before clearing her throat and looking into the camera, "speaking of false Kings... Eddie Kingston, how's he for an indie darling. A man nearing his forties with a beer gut, with a damn beer gut, I'm half surprised he hasn't got both knees replaced or a wife and kids at home like the guys who are half his age." Kirby begins, gesturing with her hands during her promo.

Sara chuckles as she leads Kirby down to the ring and holds the ropes down slightly for her. Kirby steps over the top rope, expecting Eddie to come out at any time and try to fight her.

"Seeing as I have time to kill and a hunger for blood and viscera, come out and play with me Edward. It's either we do it the easy way, you come to me, or the hard way, I chase you down and rip you to shreds."

As if on cue, Kingston comes running down to the ring with Moxley hot on his heels. One thing is clear in Eddie's eyes, rage. Kirby avoids his first punch, sweeping his legs out from under him and pinning him in the corner with the heel of her boot against his throat, slowly choking him out. Mox, having successfully scared Sara off, takes Kirby by surprise with a chair to the back, not knocking her down but surprising her and letting Eddie gain the upper hand and get in a couple good punches before pushing Kirby to the floor and following her down, sitting on her stomach and choking her before Mox pulls him up and drags him away from her and out of the ring.

Kirby sells the pain as she heads to the locker room, changing from her promo gear into some casual clothes before walking back to the hotel and relaxing for a while until she hears a knock at the door, followed by a voice which is slowly becoming very familiar to her.

"Yo, Kirby, You there?" Eddie calls from the hallway.

"Eddie? What are you doing here?"

"Just lemme in before somebody sees me."

She sighs as she gets up and lets him in, her heart rate spiking as Eddie checks her neck, manhandling her before stepping back and sighing in relief.

"What's wrong?"

"I thought I choked you harder than I did. You sold that so well."

"I sold it well because I grew up learning how to sell as well as how to fight."

"You grew up fighting?" He cocks an eyebrow in surprise.

"I'm part of a family of wrestlers, my family owns a wrestling promotion and a wrestling school. I started training when I was ten, and started wrestling for C.R.C, aka the Welsh Wrestling League, at the age of fifteen. I've been in the business ever since."

"And how old are ya?"

"Twenty-nine." She murmurs, sitting on the edge of the bed, next to Eddie.

Eddie goes silent for a minute, looking at Kirby before getting up and grabbing a bottle of water from the hotel mini-fridge and holding it against her neck, "you should have told me this before you started this feud."

"I wasn't the one who decided to start the feud."

"Who was?" Eddie asks softly, changing his position to sit behind Kirby and press the bottle against the back of her neck.

Kirby doesn't answer.

"Kirby, tell me who told you to start the feud."

"Damien told me to, alright, now get out."

"Kirby, I'm just trying to help you."

"Get away from me, Eddie." A look of fear slowly builds in her eyes.

"Kirby." Eddie sighs, quickly losing his patience with the giantess.

"Eddie, I'm serious, you need to leave." She insists, turning to face him and trying to push him off the bed.

"Kid, just let me help." He murmurs, grabbing her wrists.

The two wrestle for a minute before the door swings open and Damian walks in, seeing Eddie straddling Kirby's hips and holding her wrists above her head with one hand, pulling up his jeans with the other.

"Oh shit." Eddie whispers, getting up quickly and rushing out of the room, leaving Kirby alone with her 'boss'.

"Boss, I swear we weren't doing anything like that."

"Shut up, beast." Damien growls.

"Boss, I'm telling you-"

Damian smacks Kirby around the ear, leaving a mark.

"Oww," she yelps in pain, "Boss, I'm serious, we were doing nothing."

"Shut it!" He roars.

Kirby goes silent, only nodding.

"Fucking insolent little bitch!"

Kirby goes to leave before Damian grabs her by the hair. He drags her to the bathroom, chucking her inside and slamming the door behind her. She breaks down sobbing. Damian takes his rage out on the room before leaving. She spends the rest of the night alone, crying herself to sleep. That bastard has secured our fate, Damien will kill us one day and we know how, he'll use our power against us and make it look like an accident.

She gasps as her body springs awake, quickly checking her phone as she hears knocking at the door, '01:00 Thursday 6 August', who in their right mind would be knocking on her door at 1 AM? Kirby flings the door open, a look of utter confusion quickly taking over her sleep-deprived face.

"Eddie?"

"I'm sorry, I heard Damien yelling at ya. I had to make sure you were okay." Eddie murmurs, clearly sleep deprived himself.

"It's not your fault he yelled at me."

"It was though, I should have fuckin' left when you told me to. If I wasn't such a stubborn dick, ya wouldn't... have you been cryin'?" Eddie reaches out to touch Kirby's face, stepping closer as she steps away and crossing the line into the room.

"Leave me alone." She whimpers, trying to avoid him at any cost and falling over her own feet as she steps closer toward the bed, crashing to the floor.

"Holy shit, kid, are ya okay? No, no, come here." He whispers, pulling Kirby close to check her for bruises or any injuries.

Kirby breaks down again, placing her face against Eddie's shoulder as she starts crying. He holds her close, stroking his hand up and down her back to soothe her.

"I got ya. It's okay kid. You're gonna be okay."

"what if he comes in? What if he sees me with... with you?" She stutters, her body trembling.

"If that bastard comes in here now, I'm gonna fuckin' kill him." Eddie growls, holding Kirby tighter against his body.

"Eddie, it's not safe for you to be in here with me... Damien would destroy you, you gotta go, you gotta leave."

"Fuck that, I ain't leaving you to get yelled at and beat by that piece of shit you call 'Boss'."

"But he'll hurt you." She whispers, her voice hoarse.

"I'm not leaving you here wit' him. I don't give a fuck what he does to me. Kid, you need to be safe, let me give you that. Kirby, let me protect you from him, at least outside of work."

"Eddie, I can't have you in here with me."

"Then I'll meet you in the parking lot later, around six, and we can get breakfast together, okay?"

"Okay, we'll do that." She whispers, taking a few deep breaths.

Eddie puts his number in her phone, giving himself the cover name of 'NY Bud' before leaving Kirby to sleep and heading back to his own room. Kirby falls asleep soon after Eddie leaves, her usual nightmares darker than usual. she wakes after around three hours of mental horror, gathering up her things and checking out of the hotel before checking her phone and seeing Eddie's number, she sends him a message before leaving the hotel.

'Update to your plan. I checked out at 5:30, meet me at McDonalds.'

Her phone buzzes as she climbs into her rental car, having rented it the day prior just for herself had pissed Damian off but now she was glad to have spent the money on it.

'Get an outside seat, and a large shake for me. I need to have a smoke.' Eddie had texted back.

Kirby shakes her head in disbelief, not only was she agreeing to Eddie's plans of getting her away from Damian, but now she was agreeing to spend more time than she ever planned to with the New York native as she texts back one word 'sure'. It didn't take long for Kirby to get what she needed 2 large strawberry shakes and 2 large fries, waiting for Eddie to meet her outside. She didn't expect Mox to drop off Eddie and his suitcase before he drove off.

"You didn't tell me what flavour you wanted so I went with strawberry." She murmurs as she waves bye to Mox.

"I wanted to see what you'd choose. These fries for me?"

"Yeah, I don't know what you like so I hope it's okay."

"More than okay," Eddie pauses to light his cigarette, "You don't mind me smoking?"

"I'm more than okay with it, I've been around smokers my whole life."

"Really? Do ya parents smoke?"

"No, my uncles do. All seven of them. Many of my cousins too."

"Big family?"

Kirby scrolls through her phone before showing Eddie a picture of her and her family at their last gathering, "The Rhydderch Clan, owners of C.R.C and trainers to many."

Eddie's jaw drops slightly as he takes in the photo, around 290 to 300 people of all ages, "Jesus H, you have a big family, are those two ya parents?"

"The two on my left, yeah, needless to say neither of them were expecting me to be a giant."

"Any brothers or sisters? Nieces, nephews?"

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supernatural s15e14 last holiday (w. jeremy adams)

DEAN Hmm. Ah, Jack come out of his room yet? SAM No. I mean, can you blame him? His soul is back. Everything is hitting him. Everything he’s done. Everything he has to do. Amara. DEAN Yeah. Well, I mean Billie said it, to kill Chuck, you gotta kill Amara, too.

handy that sam has that very experience, post-soulless guilt. also questioning the fact they need to kill amara. billie hasn't had all the right answers, but it's like a) chuck said can't kill me because of balance which hello of course he's slightly biased on the reasons he can't be killed b) logical conclusion wiping out amara and then apparently confirmed by billie? sure whatever. i'm not buying it :p

this whole restarting the bunker sequence has weird dialogue for dean. i'm telling you this season feels off in a million different directions.

good grief. well, i'm glad the production draft dialogue didn't make it to screen.

DEAN Ha-ha! Victory! Now… burger time. Meat man! Comin’ to town!

but no meat for sam, apparently

mrs butters / roseanne s3e21 meagen fay as kathy bowman

ah, meagan fay! she's been a ton of things but i'm pretty sure i know her from roseanne. man, i loved that show. goddamned shame roseanne herself turned out to be a fucking awful person. best quality image i could get was someone recording from their tv lol

DEAN Well, I was walking into my room, about to, uh, dive into my Dean Deluxe. I look up, and there she is, folding my, uh, underthings. SAM Your underthings?

why wouldn't he just say boxers or underwear. he could have been awkward about it with those too. going to look to see what i thought of jeremy adams's other episodes and it was the scooby one (cowriter) 13x16 and sam's soul wound whatever thing and eileen 15x07 and i wasn't terribly enthused about either of those episodes so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

MRS. BUTTERS No, I was more of a helper. I, uh, took care of the cleaning and laundry and the cooking. The Men of Letters, though highly intelligent, were oblivious to the necessities of life. But they were my boys. My family. DEAN Well, that’s very progressive

i am open to enjoying this episode (trying to, at least) but the premise is just. a lot to swallow.

she literally saw dean walk into his room with a homemade burger yet commenting on the home cooked meal. and i'm just not buying that their clothes/they stink. i would when they were young and literally barely scraping by and living on the road, but not now

DEAN He’ll be fine. I mean, I’ve been through worse. Look at me, I’m the picture of health. SAM Ignoring your trauma doesn’t make you healthy. DEAN Sure it does.

not sure we've seen sam really processing much either, though he's sort of talked about dealing with it

like... this is reading more like not great fic than an episode. oof

obligatory head shaking of random music choice that sounds like it should be in star wars or something to indicate foreboding drama at the end of this conversation where dean says jack just needs some time/space (jay gruska ofc)

open mind, nic. open mind

this is... i don't even know what. give jackles an inch and he'll ham it up for a mile and it's not my kind of humor and the fucking cap, it's just so over the top. and then flashing sam and him gagging. like. sigh. not my jam, to put it lightly

no words

he kept mjolnir? i don't remember that episode at all honestly

it's all very cartoonish. i'm sure the conflict is sure to follow shortly

so the docile mommy indentured servant magical creature was also useful for killing people, gasp

DEAN Oh, wow. Somebody’s shopping at Abercrombie and Bitch. MRS. BUTTERS Oh! Language! DEAN Well – MRS. BUTTERS Don’t you listen to him. You look very handsome. SAM Eileen’s in town. So I thought, after everything that’s happened, you know, we could go out on a date. Dinner and privacy, something. DEAN Heavy on the something!

all right. guess they're gonna try again

so this random wood nymph lady was able to basically power down jack, who everyone says is basically the most powerful being out there, with some magical ingredient containing smoothies. sure.

why the archangel blade, who knows. since apparently it only works to kill archangels when wielded by one, right? but jack's a whatever anyway

SAM Why didn’t you call me? DEAN Well. I mean, I, you know, figured you were “practicing your sign language.” SAM And that’s more important than coming to save you? DEAN Hmm.. SAM Dean? DEAN It’s been a while for you, man, you know?

😐 not like dean trying to get sam laid is a new thing, he's been on that train since s1. but for some reason it's weirding me out with eileen. well, maybe it's always kind of weirded me out but now I have even more complicated feelings about them so it's increased the weirdness

DEAN Okay, I’m just going to say this, okay? Just get it out there. Jack. I’m trying, okay? I really am. But what you did, that’s not easy to forget. Now I was angry with you, for a while. And maybe I still am a little bit, okay? But I’m not gonna let some evil Mary Poppins take you out. Do you understand?

well, that was nice. glad they had that moment at least

ripping off sam's fingernails, great. didn't the gods in the christmas episode do that to him too?

welp. undid some brainwashing and she's out. whatever, man. woof.

who lights the candle first then puts it in the cake lol

little hint of the dads and their kid sweet dynamic they had in the before times. followed up by ominous music.

#supernatural #spnwatch #spn 15x14 #spnwhinge #jeremy adams #hiky #spnhiky #meagen fay #roseanne #spn script

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