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monstersandmaw · 1 year

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Male fox spirit x female reader (nsfw)

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Commission #4 in the list of 5! Thank you for trusting me with your prompt: female reader saves a dying fox on her way home from work, who turns out to be a fox spirit. I hope you like it!

Contents: Fox suffers a spinal injury when hit by a car (not the reader’s); there’s some magic; some domestic fluff; oral sex, fingering, him coming on her; and a sweet, fluffy ending.

Wordcount: 4400

Driving rain greeted you full in the face as you shoved open the main doors of the building and burrowed down into your coat, drawing the hood tight around your head in a vain attempt to keep the weather out. Nights like this — cold, damp, and at the tail end of winter before Spring took a proper hold on the land — were truly miserable.

Your fingers were half frozen by the time you had fumbled the keys out of your pocket and clambered into your car, and you fired the old thing up with a hopeful grimace that it would start. It coughed to life and you uttered a little prayer of thanks to whichever gods or spirits out there might be listening. “Now if only you could do something about my pathetic love life as well,” you said to yourself as you reversed out of the parking space and headed towards the main road. “Wouldn’t that be perfect?”

Half an hour outside of town, your headlights flashed over something lying on the side of the road, sprawled halfway across the white line, and you swerved instinctively to avoid it. Mercifully there was nothing coming in the other direction, or you’d have caused a serious accident. Adrenaline spiked through you and you slammed on the brakes.

The flash of golden-red you’d glimpsed had told you it was a fox, but it had had its head raised and it had been looking at you with its eyes flaring yellow in the headlights, but the expression on its face had struck you to the core. It had looked… resigned. Like it knew you were going to hit it. Like it knew it was going to die.

“No,” you said through gritted teeth.

You had some old work gloves in the back of the car from when you’d taken a load of stuff from the garden to the dump a week before, so you put your hazards on and slid out of the driver’s side door and into the worsening storm. You cursed softly, squinting amid the stinging rain as it struck your face like little iron nails in the gusty night. You cleared a space in the trunk for the fox, spreading an old picnic blanket out and grabbing those thick leather gloves. No need to get rabies if the thing bit you before you could get it to an animal clinic in the morning.

You knew it was a stupid thing to do, that cars hit wildlife all the time, and you really weren’t equipped to deal with it, but you couldn’t just leave it there when it had looked so sad; black ears drooping, eyes wide, mouth slightly open.

Making your way along the edge of the deserted road with only your phone torch to light the way, you found the spot where the fox was still lying on the asphalt, and crooned softly to it. “Hey there,” you said, feeling a bit silly. “It’s ok. I’m not going to hurt you. It’s alright. Let me help you out… Let me take you home and see if I can take you to a vet in the morning…”

When your light found its back legs though, your heart sank. They lay limp and slightly twisted to one side. Its back had been broken by the impact with a vehicle.

“Oh baby,” you said, fighting sudden tears. “It’s going to be ok…” you lied.

Was it like with humans? Should it not be moved with a spinal injury? It would probably die anyway, or they’d recommend putting it down. You could at least take it in and keep it warm for its last few hours. When you knelt nearby, it just laid its cheek down on the cold tarmac, defeated, and let out a long, broken whimper.

“I’m going to pick you up, ok? Please don’t bite me. God, this is such a stupid thing to do…”

The fox licked its shiny black nose and just blinked slowly at you.

When it made no move to attack you or snap at you when you got nearer, you scooped it up and marvelled at how light it felt in your arms, its lovely, russet fur damp and matted.

“There,” you said, cradling it in your arms as you carried it back to your car. ‘Him’, not ‘it’, you saw when you set him down on the blanket and stroked his head and neck. He murmured softly, the sound almost a purr, and you swallowed thickly. He was so weak, you wondered if he’d even survive the journey home.

Five cars overtook you as you drove on after that, all beeping and honking their horns and flashing their lights to get you to go faster, but you absolutely would not be bullied into making this last car ride hell for the little, injured fox.

It didn’t take very long to set up a cosy den of blankets and towels in the kitchen by the radiator, and when you were satisfied that it was as comfortable as you could make it — and that any mess would be contained in an area with tile floors — you went back for him. He was still lying on his side, exactly as you’d left him, but his eyes seemed brighter and more focused, and his ears pricked up when you opened the trunk up and gazed down at him.

“Alright?” you asked and he gave a soft snuffle that was half-sneeze and half-chuckle. “You’re awfully perky for someone who’s just gone head-to-head with fast-moving traffic, buddy,” you smiled. “Maybe you will be alright. Ready to go inside?”

You had your gloves on but it didn’t feel like you really needed them, and when you settled him down on the veritable blanket fort inside, he heaved a great sigh and nuzzled his cheek against the fabric with a rumbling moan of contentment.

“You hungry?” you asked. “I don’t have much that’s fox-friendly, but I think there’s some ham in the fridge. Let me check.”

You offered him a saucer of water first, holding his delicate head up as he lapped steadily at it until he’d had his fill, and then you fed him little slivers of cooked ham which he took from your fingers like an absolute gentleman. “Aren't you dainty,” you chuckled as his small, sharp teeth pulled the next piece carefully free of your gloved hand.

He fixed you with such a flat, patronising look that you had to laugh.

The fox flicked an ear and looked away.

“Oh I’m sorry,” you said in a baby voice. “Don’t be grumpy with me, you precious thing… Here, have some more…”

He sneezed, then looked back at you and opened his mouth, head tipped back like a baby bird awaiting a worm.

“You’re not going to take it? You want me to feed you?”

He just stared at you without moving.

“Fine, your highness,” you said. “Anything for you.”

You let the piece drop into his tilted jaws, and then chucked him affectionately under the chin with your finger after he’d chewed and swallowed it.

He caught the leather of the glove’s fingertip in his teeth in a move that was so fast you didn’t even see it, but then tugged gently, insistently.

“I’m not taking this off,” you frowned. “You could have rabies for all I know.”

A tiny, rattling growl, like the world’s tiniest chainsaw, rumbled out of him and he folded his ears back indignantly before pulling on the glove again. Then he let go, his ears pricked about as far forward as he could get them, and he stared expectantly at you.

“No way, friend,” you said, and stood to put the empty ham packet in the rubbish bin.

With your back to the kitchen window, a golden light flooded the room, and for a wild moment, you thought someone was driving straight at the house, headlights blazing. When you whipped around though, you froze. The light was coming from… from the fox.

“The fuck…?”

Your heartbeat started to race, and you weren’t sure if the ringing sound was coming from your own blood pounding in your ears or from something else in the room. The brightness reached such an intense crescendo that you had to look away, shielding your eyes with the crook of your arm until the chiming noise stopped and you lowered it cautiously back down, blinking.

There, standing in the centre of the room, was a man.

You took a step back, fear crashing in on your senses.

You looked around for something you could use as a weapon, but a warm, gentle voice said, “Wait, I won’t hurt you. I swear it.”

Again, you went still, and after taking a steadying breath, you turned to face him again, wide eyed and shaking. “What the hell?”

“Not hell,” he smiled, and you saw that he had warm, tan skin and dark, golden eyes. His hair was a russet colour, and it fell in soft waves around his ears to the nape of his neck. He was slender, not especially tall, and he was quite possibly the most beautiful human being you’d ever laid eyes on. Except… there was still a kind of glow around him, like an aura, and his clothes looked like they belonged at a Ren Faire or something, though the dark green, belted and embroidered tunic was finely tailored and his dark brown boots looked soft and well worn. Tiny points of light, like fireflies, twisted slowly through the air surrounding him before vanishing into a miniature, glittering starburst.

“You’re not human,” you said, despite how crazy it sounded.

“No,” the man replied with a smile. “No, I’m not. But you didn’t know that when you took in an injured fox and cared for him.”

“You’re the fox,” you blurted without thinking.

“I am. Sort of,” he smiled, and you saw that he had perfect, white teeth, with slightly more pointed canines than humans usually did. “I’m a fox spirit. There are all sorts of us, and we’re known by many names all over the world, but the most famous is probably the ‘kitsune’ thanks to modern media.”

“Oh,” you said, only half aware that your vision was darkening around the edges until it was too late. The blood roared again in your ears and your knees went out from under you. The last thing you saw was a flicker of a frown on the man’s — kitsune’s — face before he lunged towards you with hands outstretched, and the world went black.

You stirred and found yourself lying on the sofa in your sitting room, with your feet raised about a foot or so off the seat cushion, and a stranger in green standing over you, holding your legs up by the ankle. The kitsune. The fox spirit.

“Got to say, that’s the first time someone’s actually fainted because of me,” he said with a smile, lowering your legs back down and stepping back. “Are you alright?”

“I fainted?” you asked stupidly, pushing yourself upright and swinging your legs slowly off the sofa and onto the ground. You swayed a little, but didn’t pass out again.

The fox spirit nodded, his lovely hair shining with strands of bronze and copper in the low light of the room, gold eyes glowing as if back-lit. “Thank you for saving me,” he said in a quiet, earnest baritone.

“Did I, though?” you asked, staring openly at him. “I mean… you’re… magic, right? I saw the way your legs were just… Your back was broken…”

“If you’d hit me with your car, or simply left me there for the next driver to do the same, then I wouldn’t have survived. We’re tough, and our magic can heal most things, but not that.”

“Oh.” And then your cheeks went hot and you looked at the carpet, “I’m sorry I baby-talked you like you were an actual animal.”

He laughed; a beautiful, bright sound like dry autumn leaves in clear sunlight. His head tipped a little way back and he looked truly delighted. “You weren’t to know,” he said, still chuckling. “And you’re not the first.”

“Oh,” you said, like a broken record.

From where he stood nearby, the fox spirit smiled at you and then inhaled deeply. “I… should go,” he said, his golden eyes turning a little sad. “Let you return to your life…”

“Wait,” you called from the sofa as he turned away. “What’s your name?”

He cast you a look over his shoulder and the smile he gave you was wry and amused. “You may call me Rowe.”

There was a nuance there that you weren’t understanding, but you told him your name in return, and he inhaled suddenly as if you’d struck him.

“You would part with your name so carelessly?” he whispered, brows pulling together into a frown of utter confusion. “You…” and then his expression cleared and his shoulders dropped. “You have never had dealings with the fae, have you?”

“The… fae?” you stuttered. “Like… fairies?”

The smile that replaced the frown was patient and amused in equal parts, and he sighed and shook his head. “Well, here’s your first lesson. Never tell your true name to a fae.”

Again, all the sound that escaped you was a dull, “Oh.”

He exhaled and approached you, and you tried not to lean back, to lean away from him. This whole night had gone from bad to utterly bizarre in the blink of an eye and you felt a little sick from the whiplash.

To make matters all the more confusing, the strange man knelt before you, sweeping his long, otherworldly tunic out of the way as he sank down onto one knee like he was going to propose or something, and he bowed his auburn head. “You saved my life without thought of debt or repayment, and in recognition of the gift, I give one of my own. I bind your True Name to my heart and hold it there in silence. I may never speak your True Name aloud unless you give me leave so to do. This I swear upon my spirit and my magic and my own True Name.”

The air in the room prickled like static and you had to fight the urge to see if your hair was standing on end. Goosebumps flickered along your arms and legs, and you drew in a shallow breath. “Anything else I should know about?” you asked faintly.

He looked up at you and shrugged. “We’re allergic to iron,” he suggested. “And we’re overly fond of cream and sweet cakes…”

“Sweet cakes,” you repeated thoughtfully, eyes drifting towards the kitchen where you’d bought a strawberry sponge cake just the day before, and an idea half-formed in your head.

Rowe smiled and your heart slipped sideways in your chest for a moment. He was so beautiful it was almost hard to believe he was really there and really standing in front of you. Well, technically he was kneeling like a knight in a fairytale. Fairytale indeed, you thought.

“You don’t have to go,” you whispered.

You were afraid of sounding childish, that if you spoke too loudly, he would think you desperate and would laugh at you, but all he did was tilt his head to the side the way he had done as a fox, and he nodded once. “Alright,” he said.

“I mean, don’t feel like you have to stay either,” you babbled, making a rather pathetic, flapping gesture in front of you with your hands. “I just meant… you’re welcome to stay if you want to. I was going to cook some dinner and watch a movie… eat cake for dessert. I thought… I thought since you’ve had kind of a rough day, you might like to just… chill out with me for a while.”

“May I help you cook?”

“If you… If you’d like to?” you said, standing carefully and holding your hand out to him to encourage him up off the floor.

He slid his warm fingers into your palm, and got to his feet with the grace of a prince, and offered you another smile. “I’d like that very much.”

Rowe stayed with you for a week. You explained that you had to go to work or you’d get fired, and when you came back on the first day, you expected him to have gone, leaving you wondering if the whole thing hadn’t been a hallucination brought on by the combination of a stressful week of work and the awful weather. But no, Rowe was there that evening, curled up as a fox on the impromptu bed you’d made by the radiator while the rain hurled itself at the window pane above him.

“Rowe, you don’t have to sleep on that!” you gasped, dropping your bag by the door and making him startle awake, ears pricked, tail fluffed up in rather adorable alarm.

In a flash of gold light, he was human again, standing beside the bed and smiling at you. “I don’t mind,” he chuckled. “It’s comfortable, and when I’m a fox, I don’t think in quite the same way as I do when I’m in this form. That’s how I got hit by the car in the first place… Please, don’t fret.”

You scowled at him, but relented, and asked him about his day. It seemed he’d spent most of it in his fox form, either out and about in the woods near your house, or sleeping by the warmth of the radiator.

“Didn’t you get bored here?” you asked.

“I could have done the housework for you,” he smirked. “But I thought that might have been an intrusion on your privacy.”

You laughed. “Thanks?”

After three days of sharing your space with him — he sleeping contentedly as a fox on the pile of blankets and you upstairs in your bedroom — you cleared your throat that evening as you sat together on the sofa like old friends, and said, “You know… uh… I… I wouldn’t mind if you wanted to come upstairs with me… I don’t want you to feel like you have to sleep down here like you’re a…” you trailed off, flushing hot with awkward embarrassment.

One russet-brown eyebrow climbed a little higher than the other. “… a what?”

“Like you’re some kind of pet… you know…”

Rowe laughed and, as it always did, your heart skipped a beat. His cheeks dimpled and Adam’s apple danced in his exposed throat and you ached. It felt like a long time since someone had touched you; since you’d been held, let alone kissed. He had a beautiful mouth, like he’d been made just to tempt you.

Some of your thoughts must have shown on your face because the laughter died in his throat and he fixed you with a look that was all concern. He murmured the name you’d given him permission to use when it was just the two of you and asked, “What’s wrong? I’m not upset about the animal comment,” he said, reaching for your forearm and trying to reassure you, but you shook your head. “Then what?”

Tears came unbidden to your eyes and you turned away. His hand felt hot through the fabric of your hoodie, but his grip was feather light. It would take nothing at all to pull yourself free, but the thought of it seemed overwhelming. “It’s nothing,” you choked, pressing your lips together and hoping he’d let the matter drop.

He didn’t. His eyes flared bright gold and he scowled at you when you risked a glance at him. “The fae can always taste a lie,” he said with the slightest growl to his voice. “And I can tell you’re hurting. We were laughing, and then… you weren’t. What changed?”

“It’s —”

A short, animal growl echoed in his throat but he bit it back, shut his mouth with a click of teeth, and glared at you.

“Ugh, fine,” you huffed, standing up and pacing across the room. “It’s been a long time since it’s been this easy around someone, ok? And it’s not every day that a handsome, cute guy with a great sense of humour shows genuine interest in me. I just wished, for like half a second, that you might be interested in me, but I get it. You’re not even human. I was nice to you. You probably feel obliged to stay here. You… You should probably go soon anyway.”

His expression turned from concerned to carefully neutral, and he stood. “If that’s the way you feel,” he said, “Then I can leave. But you should know that I’ve had a wonderful time with you, and…” he swallowed and took a breath, “I think you’re beautiful, through and through.”

“Please,” you scoffed. “Don’t bother trying to spare my feelings.”

“We can taste a lie, but we cannot tell one,” he said evenly. “I could not tell you that your clothes are yellow when they are not, nor that the sky is green, nor that you are not beautiful.”

You turned slowly around to look at him, and found him glowing gold again, those points of light spiralling lazily in the air around him. The slight shape of fox ears seemed to be picked out in two, brighter lines above his copper hair and behind him you saw a golden tail swaying back and forth. His eyes blazed bright like burnished bronze, and he was staring directly at you as he spoke.

“Oh.”

“I would very much like to stay with you, and share your bed, and, if you would let me, I would bring you pleasure too.”

Your breath hitched and you licked your lips. He even spoke like he was out of a fairytale. “You mean it?”

“Yes.”

“Ok,” you smiled.

Together, you tidied up the sitting room, and he followed you upstairs, still glowing softly, as if he were utterly contented and couldn’t help it.

Rowe undressed with you in your bedroom, baring a body like polished bronze; all lean lines and languid muscle, and you almost couldn’t look away. He asked if he could shower with you, and gently washed you and touched you, cupping your breasts and trailing his hands down your sides with reverent care. He passed his thumbs over your hardened nipples and kneaded your breasts until you gasped and tipped your head back, eyes closed. He teased between your legs with his fingertips, and then when you turned the shower off, he kissed your forehead. In a rush of magic, both your bodies were completely dry and your skin glowed softly with a thousand, dewy, golden sparkles. You beamed up at him, and he kissed you.

When he drew back, he led you by the hand into the bedroom and you lay down on the bed, heart racing. He knelt between your parted knees and you stared openly at his beautiful body. He looked like a statue come to life, and his cock had been more than half-hard ever since the shower, even as he turned his attention wholly on you and skimmed his palms up your thighs. You parted your legs a little wider for him and he bowed forward to kiss along your inner thigh until you shivered and lay back on the pillow behind you with a gasp.

He kissed you and tasted you, moaning softly before letting his tongue sweep up over you. He took your sensitive clit between his lips and kissed you there as well, and then he slid his arms under your thighs, lay down on his front, and you lost yourself to the pleasure of his mouth.

You lost count of how many times he made you come that night, with his tongue and with his fingers, but he never asked for more than you were ready to give.

“Come on me,” you murmured. You had no idea how well your current contraception would withstand a magical fae, but you were pretty sure you were safe with that, and when you asked, he nodded.

His fingers were slick from where he’d made you come, again, and he closed his hand around his cock with a low groan that dissolved into a gasp as he brought himself to the brink. He glowed gold again and you saw those ears made of light and the tail gleaming vividly behind him just as he spilled over your stomach with a muted grunt and another beautiful moan.

The golden light suffused the room, and you watched his expression as he came — open and vulnerable and achingly beautiful — and wished more than anything that he would stay.

When you woke in the morning, you expected to wake alone, but the warm pressure of Rowe’s body pressed against your back and the weight of his arm across your waist drew a little inhale of surprise from you. Apparently that was enough to wake him, because he kissed the back of your head and mumbled a sleepy good morning into your hair.

He was hard too, you realised, and you deliberately rocked your hips back against him.

Rowe let out a grunt and his hand shifted to your hips, drawing himself closer to you with a languid, answering roll of his hips.

“I don’t know if the fae have weekends,” you said, “But today is Saturday. I don’t have to go in to work…”

“Good,” he said. “I’m not sure I could let you go anywhere today after last night.” He said it with a laugh that told you he would let you do anything you liked, and you rolled over to face him. The softness in his smile brought one of your own to your lips, and he slid his hand down over your breast and then down between your legs.

Your eyes fluttered closed as he slipped his fingers easily inside you, and you rolled onto your back as he started a rhythm that would end in the kind of pleasure you had only ever dreamed of before him.

He smiled and kissed your cheek without his fingers once faltering, and whispered in your ear, “I’ll stay with you as long as you want me.”

You gasped and bucked, and almost missed his promise.

“I’ll stay with you forever.”

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panic-at-the-fiction · 2 years

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Drive in

Prompt: Going to a drive in movie theater with Steve Harrington.

Warnings: SEX, car sex with Steve, cause that’s what I’m all about.

A/N: I’m a little late to the October party and I’m way to busy to write one a day but you know what I’m do 31 of these bad boys anyways just on my own time. Promptober can be whenever I want it to be even if it bleeds into November and started on the 4th.

“For the love of God, Steve, the movie has already started. Stop staring at me!” You push his shoulder lightly as he laughs at you.

“I’m not staring,” you glare at him knowing he’s lying, “I swear I’m watching the movie. Look see yep they are throwing tampons at her and uh now she is crying.” You laughed and for a minute, he kept his gaze on the screen, but eventually, his eyes were back on you.

“Steve”

“What?”

“You’re staring!”

“How can I help it? You asked me to a drive-in movie theater, we’ve spent the whole week with the kids and I love them, but we’ve had zero time together, and now I got you all alone, and I can’t even admire you?” He says as he holds your chin making you look at him.

“Aww that's so sweet,” you smile as he tilts your head up to meet him for a kiss as he leans down. “Except for the fact you just wanna get in my pants.” You laugh and pull away as he sits there stunned.

“Oh, so I’m the one who just came here to have sex? And whose idea was it now to park in the back? Oh, Steve! We have to park in the back row, it has the best views, oh Steve, no one will see us back there.” He says in a mock high pitch voice.

You glare at him, “how dare you, I’m not just some slut. For your information, the back row does have the best views, and I’ll have you know Carrie is actually one of my favorite movies.”

“I don’t doubt that, but it doesn’t mean that you aren’t just as horny as I am.” You laugh again at his antics. “Fine, you don’t want to admit it, then just watch the movie, no hanky-panky tonight.” He turned to look at the screen again.

“Did you really say hanky-panky?”

“No, no, no talking, I’m watching the movie now.”

You laughed again, but turned back to the movie. 30 minutes pass by, and he still hasn’t stared at you once again. It takes everything you have not to stare at him. Steve was right, it had been a while since you had alone time together, and your plan had been to get a little on while here tonight. He obviously wasn’t going to break now, you’d have to make the first move.

You slid closer to him, moving to lean into his side. He casually slipped his arm around your shoulder. You toyed with the hem of your skirt so that it rose just enough to show off and for a moment, you think he glanced down and noticed.

By now Carrie has been asked to the prom, and you know you're halfway through the movie at this point.

You sit up and pull away, Steve looks at you questioning. You move to straddle his hips over the driver's seat, and he’s situates the seat to make room for the both of you.

“What happened to just watching the movie?” He asked knowingly.

“Oh shut up, you want this too.” He smiled as you leaned down to kiss him. His hands move to the hem of your skirt and let his hands wander under it, gripping your hips. Your body reacts for you as you grind down on him.

“Damn, why couldn’t we have started this earlier.” You laugh at him.

“I know you had it right all along, should have started this right after the commercial.” You said as you leaned back in to kiss him again. This time, his hands move to push his jacket off your shoulders. His hands then move to the front of you to rub at your clit through your clothing. You moaned into the kiss as you ground your hips back down.

“Gotta get this off you pretty girl” he smiled as he tugged at your underwear. You raised yourself off his lap as best you could as he slid them off your legs. You forgot how little room there was in his car.

He moves back to your clit and lightly draws circles over it, causing your breathing to hitch. He moves his fingers further down to your folds and lets them dip into you before moving back to your clit applying more pressure

You grab onto his shoulders to brace yourself as he quickens the pace. The feeling grows deeper in your stomach, and you grind down into his hand, hoping he’ll give you more.

He sticks one finger in you and curls as he continues the circling. You whimper at the feeling, and he adds another finger, this time starting to pump them in and out of you. Each time, curling them right where you need him. You moan as your release hits you, and he takes his fingers away.

You lean back to kiss him as his hands move to your tank top and begin to push it up. You pull back this time and stop them. “What if someone sees?”

“Like we haven’t already given them a pretty good show?”

“Well yeah, but if someone knocked on the window or looked over they wouldn’t see that much. Could play it off as just us making out.”

“Fine, but at least let me take your bra off?”

“Deal.”

You go straight back to kissing him as he slides his hands under your shirt again and unhooks your bra. You slide the straps off your shoulders and toss it to the floorboard with the rest of your underwear.

Steve moves to suck marks on your neck, and you toy with his belt. “Are you gonna let me have more now, Stevie?” You moan into his ear, and you can feel his hips jerk up at the sensation.

“God, I’d let you do whatever you wanted to do with me.” He breathed out heavily.

You smiled as you fiddled with his belt and took it off. Moving off him just enough to let him slide his pants and boxer down. This time he kisses you as you move back over him hovering over his lap lining yourself up.

You lower yourself slowly allowing you to adjust as you pull back from the kiss, grabbing his shoulders for support as he grabs your hips. You moan as you take him all in before starting to move.

Desperate from the week alone, imagining how it would be when you had time together again. You bounce quickly on his cock as both of you steam up the windows of the car. You can feel your second high of the night building up again and your legs starting to give out. You feel him jerk up as your walls tighten around him.

“I got you babe, just give in, I got you.” He says in your ear as he holds your hips and continues to move you up and down.

You feel the orgasm hit you as you bite down onto his shoulder to muffle the scream. Steve follows right behind you. Both of you slowly move as you ride out the feeling, trying to catch your breath.

You slowly pull yourself off Steve and settle in the seat beside him again as he zips his jeans back on.

He pulls your legs up on the bench to lay across his lap. You glance up at the movie screen to see how much you have missed. Your gaze meets Carrie's crazed stare, covered in blood. “Oh look, perfect timing, right at the good part.”

“We just had mind-blowing sex and you're already back to watching the movie.”

“I told you I really just like this movie.” You laughed.

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frenchkisstheabyss · 9 months

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♡ 𝓪𝓵𝓵 𝓽𝓱𝓮 𝓹𝓻𝓮𝓽𝓽𝔂 𝓫𝓸𝔂𝓼 ♡

♡ Pairing: poly!minsung x chubby!fem!reader

♡ Summary: Playfulness during the train ride home on a rainy day takes a spicy turn when your boyfriends can't resist keeping their hands and lips off of you

♡ Genre: fluff/smut

♡ Word Count: 1.1k-ish

♡ Warnings: unprotected sex, creampie, double penetration (oral/vaginal), oral sex (f & m receiving)

From the moment you met the love shared between the three of you began to bloom like the flowers of a carefully tended garden. People who meet you are often in awe of your relationship, praising the balance that you bring to each other’s lives. This sense of balance…of peace…is as present as ever during rainy afternoons like this when you’re riding the train back from grocery shopping in the city. Water cascades down the sides of the train, blurring the gray tint of the sky, as it makes its way to a quieter part of town.

At the back of the empty train car, Minho lies with his legs spread across the few chairs that hold your bags. His head rests safely in your lap as he plays with the bit of your soft, ankle-length skirt that’s gathered at your thighs. Jisung’s preoccupied scrolling through his phone, one hand attached to the silver pole he’s been walking circles around for the last five minutes. Minho takes your hand, noticing that, though your eyes are fixed on Jisung, your mind seems to be off in the clouds. “Are you still with us?” he whispers, kissing your inner wrist.

Your smile, genuine and sweet, quiets his concerns in an instant, “I’m with you.” Jisung stops spinning, tucking his phone in his back pocket to give you his full attention. “You’re not lying to us, are you?” “I’m not lying.” Minho sits up, eyes narrowed in your direction, “Not convinced.” “Oh my god” you laugh, “I really am fine. I’m just, I don’t know, really happy if that’s fine by you.” Jisung draws closer to you, both of their faces washing over with a shared admiration for you. You glance back and forth between the two. “Why are you looking at me like that?”

They gradually shrink the space between you, silently cornering you and then…

They pounce on you, the hands and lips of one or the other simultaneously stroking and kissing any part of you they can reach. Minho slides your shirt up, nibbling at your love handles. “Aah!” you shriek. You make a strong but, ultimately, useless attempt at pushing him away, giving Jisung the space to lock in on a particularly ticklish spot along your neck. “Hey! No! No…”

Your objections fall on deaf ears thanks to an unshakable stubbornness on their part that you’re more than grateful for when, a mere 15 minutes later, you’re naked in bed with your lovers. Their lips and hands continue their exploration of your succulent curves. Jisung’s fingers dance along the slickness of your entrance. Even with the rain beating at the window, a million tiny guests begging to come in, your wetness is audible when he presses into you. His mouth’s agonizingly close to your clit, the proximity of his tongue driving the heat between your legs.

He whips the tip of his tongue at your clit, grinning at the way it pulses at the contact. “More?” he asks, knowing very well what the answer is. “More” you beg, hips lifting to meet his parted lips. His licks are light and wispy to start, gradually taking on a ferocity that steals your breath away. But not so much so that when Minho gets on his knees beside you, you can’t eagerly welcome his rigid length down your throat. His eyes roll to the back of his head when your throat muscles constrict around his shaft, the back of your tongue rippling along the underside of his cock.

Your lips glisten, glossed by the mixture of spit and arousal that covers them as he thrusts in and out of your hollowed cheeks. Jisung’s cheeks come flush with the plumpness of your thighs, his face submerged in your pussy. His tongue and fingers move wildly within you and without you, working you from both sides. The tingling in your bones is exhilarating, causing your body to jerk away. Jisung locks his arms around your waist while Minho grabs you by the wrists, pinning your arms above your head. There’s a sternness on Minho’s face when you look up at him that you dare not challenge.

“You’re not running are you?” he whispers, “Not when you’re so close.” Your answer’s muffled by the throbbing head of his cock but what he can hear of your needy moans confirms his suspicions. How could you not be ready to explode when they have you like this? Jisung’s fingers fucking your tight, perfect pussy while Minho’s cock pushes your mouth to the brink. A storm rages inside of you, just as it does outside, wild and unpredictable. You’re at its mercy, threatened with the possibility of being swept away. And you want to be. Swept away, the earth pulled out from under your feet, dripping with pleasure.

Just as you’re there, your feet about to leave the ground, Jisung deprives you of his fingers. You whine, low and bratty, but, thankfully, the deprivation’s short-lived. Before your high can slip away, Jisung’s on top of you, easing himself into your depths. “Ah, fuck, you feel amazing” he praises, lips latching onto one of your nipples while Minho reaches over to toy with the other. Your chest rises and falls a few quick times in Jisung’s mouth…in Minho’s hand…and you’re gushing around Jisung hard enough to see stars.

Their gazes are so intently honed in on you, taken by the sight of you coming this wonderfully for them, that they’re unprepared when their own orgasms hit. It’s both satisfying and frustrating to see you squirming beneath them, your pussy and your throat flooding with their seed. It’s such a delicious scene that they find it hard to stop, claiming you until their bodies give out, their motor skills failing them entirely.

Jisung cuddles up on top of you, his arms slipping beneath your body to hold you close. Minho positions himself beside you, kissing your tender, puffy, lips. Lying here together, your breathing synched up like a singular organism, is a bliss unlike any other. There’s just one thing.

“Uh, I think we have a problem,” Minho groans. “Mmm, what?” Jisung whines, placing his chin in the comfort of your cleavage. Your eyes shoot open, snapping you out of the afterglow and straight into a startling realization. Your groceries are still on the train.

#stray kids x you #stray kids x reader #stray kids x y/n #stray kids x thick reader #stray kids x chubby reader #stray kids smut #han jisung x you #han jisung x reader #plus size reader #lee know x reader #lee know x you #lee know smut #chubby reader

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beastofburdenxo · 5 months

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Raising Catherine

~Chapter 1~

Tommy takes in a friend's daughter to raise on a deathbed promise. No smut, language, hint of violence, mention of blood and death. 1.3k words. Tommy is a sweetheart in this one ^^

“You’ve got to promise me, Tom, that when I die, you’ll take care of my Catherine. Promise me please.” Thomas looked at his ailing friend in the eye, knowing it wouldn’t be long before tuberculosis took him. “I will, I promise. She will be safe with me old friend.” Three months later, at the funeral he stood beside his dear departed friend's daughter, Catherine. “I’m sorry for your loss, Love,” he told her, “He is no longer in any pain.” She was silent in mourning, she just took his hand and lightly squeezed. After the funeral, he took her back to pack some things to take with her. “I’m afraid you are coming with me,” Tommy told her, “I promised your dad I'd take care of you, and that is what I plan to do. I have a huge house, plenty of room for us both. There will be lots of room to play, what do you like to do?” Catherine just looked at him with the somber eyes of a woman beyond her years, “I’m 12 Tommy, I don’t play.” He chuckled, “Well I'm sure you’ll find something to do and pass the time.” He takes her bags in his arms and leads her to the car. “I like to draw and paint.” Giving her space to say goodbye to her childhood home he replies, “Do you now? Consider it done, catherine. Whatever supplies you need I will get you.”

The first week in the new home was difficult to say the least. The place was huge, and Catherine got lost several times, she had to ask the maid Frances for help. It was difficult for Tommy too, not used to having to take care of another human, much less a 12-year-old girl. He had no idea what to do with her, what to say to her. He just knew to keep her fed and make sure she had enough art supplies. Tommy knew she was hurting, he too knew loss, but didn’t know quite how to go about it. Sometimes he’d walk by her room and hear her crying. He wanted to comfort the poor girl, but how? One night, he heard screaming, a terrible, gut-wrenching sound coming from her room. He also knew of night terrors and decided to go check on her. The poor thing was thrashing in her bed, her face red and tear stained. “Catherine, wake up sweetie, wake up it’s just a nightmare.” Tommy lightly shook her awake to not scare her further. “Oh God Tommy, it was terrible,” she sobbed, “I dreamed he was lying in bed, covered in blood that was oozing from his mouth. He wouldn’t stop screaming. There was so much blood Tommy...” Tommy wrapped her up in his arms, “Shhh, it’s okay,” he soothed, “It was just a bad dream. It's over. Your dad is in a better place now catherine. Easy now, love.”

He held her for a while, gently rocking her, until the tears stopped. “Try and go back to sleep now, I'll be close by just in case, okay?” Catherine just nodded her head, as she allowed Tommy to tuck her back in. About an hour later, right when Tommy was just fixing to go to bed himself, the screaming returned. He woke her back up to her sobs of terror. “Oh God, it won’t stop. Why won’t it stop? I can’t sleep, I see his poor sickly face every time I close my eyes. Tommy don’t leave me! The blood, so much blood...” Tommy held her again, rubbing her back. “I’m here, I'm here, I'm not leaving. Why don’t you sleep in my bed tonight, eh? Keep me from going back and forth.” He scoops her up like she’s a newborn baby and carries her to his room. “There is plenty of room for us both. I’ll be right here love, if you get scared again, eh?” Tommy tucks her in his bed, lying down beside her. He refused to go to sleep himself until he heard her relaxed breathing. She only woke up only one more time after that, and Tommy vowed to himself that nothing was going to hurt her ever again. If it was the last thing he ever did.

They both started to adjust to each other. When she wasn’t at school, he’d sometimes take her with him to the betting office. She’d always have her sketchbook with her, drawing everything and everyone she saw. One day after school, she walked to the office and Tommy noticed that she was upset. “Cathy love, what's wrong? He asked her. Trying to be brave and not sniffle, she told Tommy about the boy at school that was bullying her. Apparently, it had been going on before her dad died and she just didn’t tell anyone. But she finally couldn’t take anymore. Tommy was furious, “What’s the little shit’s name? I'll find him and handle this right now!” Of course, she tells him, further making his blood boil. Polly walked in, hearing Tommy’s angry fit, “Alright, what’s it this time Tommy? You’ll find yourself with a heart attack one of these days I swear it.” Tommy tells her Cathy’s plight. “Tommy, you can’t handle this like a peaky blinder, you must go about it like a responsible parent! What are you gonna do, find the kid and cut him a smile? Put him in the cut? Then what, pay off his parents?” Tommy starts to pace, “I know the shit’s father, if he’s anything like him, they both need to be thrown in the cut. The whole lot of them are assholes! They need to learn not to fuck with the peaky blinders.” Catherine softly interjects, “I’m not a peaky blinder Tommy, or a Shelby. You know that.” With a softened expression, he bends down and strokes her cheek. “Yes, you are, Love.” he tells her gently, “You are one of us just as much as my own brother is, and we take care of our own.” With a forehead kiss, he sends her off with Polly.

Tommy calls Finn into his office, with him being close to her age he’s the perfect solution. “You’ve got it Tommy,” Finn tells him, “He will be taken care of. Cathy will be left alone. I’ll walk her to and from school just to be sure.” Tommy slaps him on the back. “Good man, Finn. Just don’t kill the boy, I’ll have Polly on my ass for sure then. She already thinks I'm overreacting. I’d do it my damn self if the fucker was grown.” The next day, she saw her bully with a swollen eye, avoiding her like the plague. It was a good day. She asked Finn on the way home what happened. “Oh, I have no idea,” he replied with a smirk, “But I bet he’ll be quiet from now on.” After dinner, she made her way to Tommy’s office. He was busy with paperwork as usual. “Come in love, how was your day?” He patted his lap in invitation. She accepted, wrapping her arms around him. “It was good. James had a swollen eye today, and he refused to even acknowledge me.” A ghost of a smirk reached his lips at this news. “Well then, looks like he messed with someone he shouldn’t have, eh? Got what was coming to him? I bet your day was good then.” Catherine is curious, she must know if he had anything to do with it. “Tommy, did you have anything to do with this? I asked Finn about it on the way home, but he was being dodgy about it.”

“Why would Finn know, love?” he asked her, “All that matters is that you are safe and happy. Don’t worry your little head about it. What’s done is done.” The topic of conversation changes to her favorite teacher, needing a new sketchbook, and what she is reading now. At bedtime, Tommy tucks her in her own bed, her nightmares finally a thing of the past. “Tommy,” she whispers to him right before he closes her bedroom door. “Yes, Love?”

“Thank you” In the darkness, he can finally release the grin he’s been holding in at her bully’s misfortune. “Don’t mention it.”

#tommy shelby #peaky blinders #peaky blinder fanfic #peaky blinder imagine

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layce2015 · 10 months

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

All Hell Breaks Loose Pt. 1

Masterlist

*3rd Person POV*

"Hey, don’t forget the extra onions this time, huh?" Dean said as they pulled up to a small diner. "Dude, we're the ones whose gonna have to ride in the car with your extra onions." Sam said as Dean hands him the money. Dean grins and Sam gets out of the car, sighing, (y/n) rolls her eyes as she gets out as well. "Oh joy." She mutters, sarcastically.

"Hey, see if they’ve got any pie." Dean said to them. Glaring, Sam shuts the door as (y/n) shuts her doo as well. "Bring me some pie!" Dean yells as Sam and (y/n) head towards the diner. "I love me some pie." Dean mutters as he watches the two go into the café and talk to the waiter.

Suddenly, Dean's car radio becomes staticky. He glances down and fiddles with it, but it turns off completely. When Dean looks back up, the inside of the café is empty, no waiter, no Sam, no (y/n). He runs into the café as country music is playing, one customer at a booth is dead, face down in a puddle of blood.

Dean draws his gun. "Sam? (Y/n)?" He calls out as he paces forward and looks around. He finds that the employees are also dead, with their throats slit. Then he opens the back door and looks around outside. "(Y/n)?! Sam?!" Dean shouts then he notices something on the door and runs his finger over it.

"Sulfur." He mutters then he races back out the front door, heading back to the car. "Sam! (Y/n)! Sammy! (Y/n)!" Dean yells but no response. "Sam? (Y/n)? Sammy! (Y/n)!" He calls out as he looks around but no response. "SAAAAM! (Y/N)!!" He shouts, panicked and worried.

*(y/n)'s POV*

I start to come to and see that I had woken up in the middle of nowhere. I was lying on the ground then I turn my head to sed a few abandoned buildings lining the street, I stand up and take out my phone, but got no cell reception. "Damn it." I growled and I began to look around.

I continue to search the deserted town but don’t find much. Most of the buildings are broken down or locked from the outside. Suddenly, I hear a creaking noise nearby then I grab a plank of wood, ready to fight. I brandish the plank, when I heard a voice shout. "Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!" I get a better look and see Sam and Andy, who had jumped back, startled.

"Sam? Andy?" I said and Sam goes to hug me. "Oh thank God." He said as I patted his back. "(Y/n)! What are you doing here?" Andy asked me. "I don’t know." I replied then I look at Sam. "What's going on? Where are we?" I asked him and he shrugs. "Is Dean here?" I asked. "If he is, I haven't seen him." Sam said.

Suddenly, we hear a woman screaming in the distance, we run and approach another deserted building. She is locked inside, banging on the door for help. "Hello?" Sam calls out. "Help me! Help me, please!" The woman cries. "Okay, we're here. We’re gonna get you out, all right? Just hold on a second." I said as we go to the door.

"Please!" She cries and Sam grabs a large rock and smashes the padlock on the door. "All right, one second." Sam said and he unlocks the door and Ava steps out. "Ava?" Sam and I said, shocked, and she looks up at us "Oh my God! Sam! (Y/n)!" She sobs and she gives Sam a gigantic hug.

"So, I guess you guys know each other." Andy said as Ava goes to hug me. "Yeah." Sam and I said. "How did you—I mean, how did you—" Ava stammers before I speak up. "Ava, have you been here this whole time?" I asked her. "What whole time? I just woke up in there, like, a half an hour ago." She said to us.

"Well, you’ve been gone for five months. My brother, (y/n) and I have been looking for you everywhere." Sam said. "Okay, that’s impossible, because I saw you two days ago." Ava said, looking between me and Sam. "You didn’t. I’m sorry." I said.

"But…that makes no sense. That’s not—oh my God! My fiancée, Brady! If I’ve been missing for that long, he must be freaking out!" Ava said and Sam and I exchange worried looks. "Well…" I said then Ava notices Andy and looks at him, confused.

"Hey. Andy. Also freaking out." Andy said, nervously. "Okay." Ava said then she turns to me and Sam. "What’s happening?" She asked. "I, uh, uh, we don’t really know yet. But I know one thing: I know what the four of us have in common." Sam said then we hear a man’s voice, calling from the distance.

"Hello? Is anybody there?"

"Maybe more than four." I said to Sam and we run to the side of another building to see a man and a blonde girl. "Hello? Hey! Hey, you guys all right?" I called out to them. "I think so." The man said.

"I’m Sam." Sam greets.

"And I'm (y/n)." I said.

"I’m Jake." Jake said.

"Lily." The girl said.

"Are there any more of you?" Sam asked them. "Naw." Jake said. "How did we even get here? A minute ago, I was in San Diego." Lily said. "Well, if it makes you feel any better, I went to sleep last night in Afghanistan." Jake said to her.

"Let me take a wild guess: you two are both twenty-three?" Sam asked them and they look at him, shocked. "We all are. And we all have abilities." Sam said. "What?" Jake asked. "It started a little over a year ago? You found you could do things? Things you didn’t think were possible?" I asked them and they both nod. "Sam and I have visions. We see things before they happen." I said.

"Yeah. Me, too." Ava said.

"And I recently found out I can move objects, too." I said and Sam nods at me. Sometime after I told Dean about my new power, I went and told Sam about it, who seemed shocked by this, but he was also worried.

"Yeah, and I can put thoughts into people’s heads. Like, make them do stuff. But don’t worry, it, I don’t think it works on you guys. Oh, but get this –- I’ve been practicing. Training my brain, like meditation. So now, it’s not just thoughts I can beam out, but images, too. Like, anything I want. Bam! People, they see it. This one guy I know – total dick, right? I used it on him: gay porn. All hours of the day." Andy said and he laughs. "It was just like…you should have seen the look on his face." Andy said as the others look unamused, at best, disgusted at worst. "Uh…okay." Andy mutters.

"So, you go, Simon says give me your wallet, and they do?" Lily asked and Andy nods then she turns to Sam and Ava. "You have visions?" She said then she turns to me. "And not only you have visions, you can move objects. That’s great! I’d kill for something like that." She said.

"Lily, listen, it’s okay—" I started to say but she shakes her head. "No. It’s not. I touch people? Their hearts stop. I can barely leave my house. My life’s not exactly improved. So, screw you. I just wanna go home." She growls at us.

"And what, we don’t?" Jake asked her. "You know what, don’t talk to me like that, not right—" Lily said and Sam steps forward. "Hey, guys, please. Look, whether we like it or not, we’re all here, and so we all have to deal with this." Sam said.

"Who brought us here?" Andy asked. "It’s less of a who. It’s...more of a what." I said to them. "What does that mean?" Ava asked and Sam and I exchange a look. "It’s a...it's a demon." Sam said and Lily huffs out a breath of disgust.

*3rd Person POV*

Bobby and Dean were parked on the side of the road, poring over a map. "This is it. All demonic signs and omens over the past month." Bobby said to him. "Are you joking? There’s nothing here." Dean said, annoyed. "Exactly." Bobby said.

"Well, come on, there’s gotta be something. What about the, the, the normal, low-level stuff? You know, exorcisms, that kind of thing." Dean said. "That’s what I’m telling you: there’s nothing. It’s completely quiet." Bobby said.

"Well, how are we supposed to look for Sam and (y/n)? What, do we just close our eyes and point?" Dean asked and his phone rings. It's Ash, calling from the Roadhouse.

"Ash, what do you got?" Dean answers. "Okay, listen, it’s a big negatory on Sam and (y/n)—" Ash said. "Oh, come on, man! You’ve gotta give us something. We’re looking at a three thousand-mile haystack here." Dean exclaims, annoyed.

"Listen, Dean. I did find something." Ash said. "Well, what?" Dean asked. "I can’t talk over this line, Dean." Ash said. "Come on, I don’t have time for this!" Dean said, annoyed. "Make time, okay? Because this –" Ash stops as a customer walks by, and says to the customer. "What’s up? What’s going on?" He asked. The customer passes by, and Ash goes back to Dean.

Not only does this almost definitely help you find your brother, this is... it’s huge. So get here. Now." Ash said and he hangs up.

"I guess we’re going to the Roadhouse. Come on." Dean said to Bobby as he puts his phone away and the two get into the Impala and drive away.

*(y/n)'s POV*

"So, we’re soldiers in a demon war to bring on the Apocalypse?" Jake asked us after Sam and I explained what we think is going on. "When you put it like that—" Sam said, shrugging. "And, and we’ve been picked?" Jake asked. "Yes." I replied.

"Why us?" Jake asked. "We're not sure, okay? But look, we just know—" Sam started to say but Ava speaks up. "Sam, I’m sorry. Psychics and spoon-bending is one thing, but demons?" She asked. "Look, we know it sounds crazy, but—" I started to say.

"It doesn’t just sound it." Jake said. "I don’t really care what you think, okay? If we’re all gathered here together, then that means it’s starting and that we’ve gotta—" Sam said but Jake interrupts again. "The only thing I’ve gotta do is stay away from wackjobs, okay? I’ve heard enough. I’m better off on my own. FYI, so are you." Jake said and he starts to walk away.

"Jake, hold on. Jake!" I shout but he ignores me and continues walking. We go to follow him until we hear a screeching sound. We go over to into an abandoned schoolhouse and see a girl laughing and her nails grow to form claws, and her face contorts as she stalks towards Jake.

"Get back!" Jake yells as Sam and I enter the building, Sam grabs an iron poker and hits the girl with it. She dissolves into a cloud of black smoke, which exits the schoolroom. The others join us.

"Just so you know? That was a demon." Sam said to Jake, who looks horrified. "Now, that thing – I’m not sure, but I think it was an Acheri. A demon that disguises itself as a little girl. That still doesn’t tell us where we are." I said as we walk out of the building and I look over at Andy, who looks terrified. "Andy, are you with me or what?" I asked him.

"Give me a minute. I’m still working through, Demons are real." He said as we keep walking. In front of one of the buildings is a large, rusty bell hanging from a wooden structure. "I’ve seen that bell before. I think I know where we are now: Cold Oak, South Dakota. A town so haunted, every single resident fled." Sam said.

"Swell. Good to know we’re somewhere so historical." Ava said with sarcasm. "Why in the world would that demon or whatever put us here?" Lily asked. "I’m wondering the same thing." I said and Sam nods.

"You know what? It doesn’t matter. Clearly, the only sane thing to do here is get the hell out of Dodge." Lily said and she starts to walk away. "Wait, hold on. Lily, the only way out is through miles of woods." Sam said to her.

"Beats hanging out with demons." Lily grumbles. "Lily, look, we don’t know what’s going on yet. I mean, we don’t even know how many of them are out there right now." I said to her.

"Yeah, she’s right. We should—" Jake started to say but Lily screams at us. "Don’t say we! I’m not part of we. I have nothing in common with any of you."

"Okay, look, I know—" Sam said but she talks over him. "You don’t know anything! I accidentally touched my girlfriend." She yells and we look at her, stunned. "I’m sorry." Sam said, softly, and I nodded at her. "Whatever. I feel like I’m in a nightmare, and it just keeps getting worse and worse." She said.

"I’ve lost people, too. I have a brother out there right now that could be dead, for all I know. We’re all in bad shape. But I’m telling you, the best way out of this is to stick together." Sam said to her. "Fine." Lily growls and Sam nods, and we continue looking around the town.

"We’re looking for iron, silver, salt –- any kind of weapon." Sam said to them. "Salt is a weapon?" Jake asked. "It’s a brave new world." I said. "Well, hopefully there’s food in your world, because I’m frickin’ starving." Andy said and I chuckled a bit.

*3rd Person POV*

Dean and Bobby turn the corner to the Roadhouse. But when they get there, however, the entire building had burned to the ground. "What the hell?" Dean said, shocked, as he and Bobby get out of the car and begin walking among the debris. Every single part of the Roadhouse had been destroyed.

"Oh, my God." Bobby mutters, devastated.

"You see Ellen?" Dean asked him.

"No. No Ash, either." Bobby said. Dean suddenly bends down and sees Ash's watch in the pile of rubble. He pulls on it and sees it is still attached to Ash's very burnt corpse. "Oh, Ash, damn it!" Dean growls.

*(y/n)'s POV*

I was searching one of the abandoned houses and find a knife. I pick it up then turn back to Ava, who is massaging her head. "Hey, you all right?" I asked her. "Yeah, I’m just…I don’t know, a little dizzy." She said. "Are you sure it’s not some kind of—" I started to ask and she looks over at me. "What? Some kind of freaky vision thing? No, more like I’d kill for a sandwich. I haven’t eaten since…well, who knows?" She said and I give her a worried look.

"No, don’t worry. I’m fine. Except for every single thing that’s happening." She said to me. "You guys! I found something!" Andy shouts and Ava and I go and join Andy, Jake and Sam, Andy was holding up two bags.

"Salt!" He exclaims, happily. "That’s great, Andy. Now, we all can…" I started to say but then I noticed someone was missing. "Where’s Lily?" I asked and everyone looks around. "Lily?" Ava calls out.

"Lily!" Sam shouts then we hear the little girl giggling nearby. The five of them walk outside and see, at the top of a water tower, Lily hanging from a noose, dead. "Oh, my God! Okay, that’s officially—" Ava exclaims and she looks over at me and Sam. "Guys, she’s dead! She’s dead! You guys said we were chosen for a reason. That is not chosen! That’s killed! Okay, we have to get out of here." She said, frantically.

"Stop." Sam said.

"Yeah, I second that emotion." Andy said.

"Not sure that’s an option." Jake said.

"What?" Ava asked.

"Lily was trying to leave. The demon’s not gonna let us get away that easy. We’ve gotta gear up for the next attack." I tell the others. "Oh, gear up?" Ava asked. "Yeah." Sam and I said. "Okay, well, I’m not a soldier. I can’t do that!" Ava shouts.

"Well, if you wanna stay alive, you’re gonna have to. Let’s go." Sam said and Jake turns to us. "I’ll get her down." Jake saud and he walks away. "You know, I was just thinking about how much Dean would help right now. I’d give my arm for a working phone." Sam said and nod. "Yeah, me too." I said.

"You know, you may not need one. I’ve never tried it long-distance before, but do you have anything of Dean’s on you? Like, something he touched?" Andy asked us and Sam and I search out pockets.

"Uh…I’ve got a receipt. Would that work?" Sam asked him. "Yeah." Andy said then he looks at the signature on the receipt. "D. Hasselhoff?" He asked us. "Yeah, that’s Dean’s signature." Sam said but Andy still stares at him. "It’s hard to explain." Sam said and Andy nods.

"All right." He said.

*3rd Person POV*

"This is…" Bobby started to say but trails off. "What the hell did Ash know? We’ve got no way of knowing where Ellen is. Or if she’s even alive. We’ve got no clue what Ash was gonna tell us. Now, how the hell are we gonna find Sam and (y/n)?" Dean asked him. "We’ll find them." Bobby said when Dean clutches his head in pain.

"Dean?" Bobby asked as Dean groans and doubles over. He sees an image of the Cold Oak bell very quickly. "What was that?" Bobby asked as Dean comes to. "I don’t know. A headache?" Dean said. "You get headaches like that a lot?" Bobby asked. "No. Must be the stress." Dean chuckles. "I could have sworn I saw something." He mutters.

"What do you mean? Like a vision? Like what Sam and (y/n) get?" Bobby asked him. "What? No!" Dean shouts. "I’m just saying." Bobby exclaims. "Come on, I’m not some psychic." Dean said.

Suddenly, the vision comes back and he falls against the car in pain. He sees another image, this time of Sam and (y/n). "Dean? Dean! Are you with me?" Bobby asked, worried. "Yeah, I think so. I saw Sam and (y/n). I saw them, Bobby." Dean said. "It was a vision." Bobby said, firmly. "Yeah. I don’t know how, but yeah. Whew. That was about as fun as getting kicked in the jewels." Dean said.

"What else did you see?" Bobby asked. "Uh…there was a bell." Dean said. "What kind of bell?" asked Bobby. "Like a big bell with some kind of engraving on it, I don’t know." Dean replied, shrugging.

"Engraving?" Bobby asked.

"Yeah." Dean said.

"Was it a tree? Like, an oak tree?" Bobby asked.

"Yeah, exactly." Dean said and Bobby has a look of realization. "I know where Sam and (y/n) are." He said and they load up in the car.

*(y/n) POV*

Ava and I wwre in one of the houses, lining the doors and windows with salt when she said. "My horoscope said I shouldn’t have gotten out of bed." Then she scoffs and turns to me. "How you doing? Holding up?" She asked me. "I’m okay. What about you?" I asked her.

"Not so okay. Why us, (y/n)? What did we do to deserve this?" She asked me. "Just lucky, I guess." I joked and she chuckles. "If it wasn’t for bad luck, we’d have no luck at all. I just can’t wait for this all to be over so I can just pretend it never happened. I just wanna curl up with Brady and watch bad TV." She said then she notices the look on my face.

"What is it?" She asked me and I look down, uncomfortable. "(Y/n)…do you know something that I don’t?" She asked me. "Look, Ava…I’m sorry. I wish I didn’t have to tell you this." I said to her. "Tell me what?" She asked me.

"When the demon broke into your house to take you…your fiancée didn’t make it. I’m sorry." I said and her eyes widen in shock then fear. "No, that’s…no!" She screams then I hug her while she sobs.

That night, all of us were sitting in one room, silent. Sam and I were struggling to stay awake, but I close my eyes every so often. Suddenly, in the corner of the room, I see the yellow-eyed demon standing behind Jake. "Jake! Behind you!" I shout but Jake doesn’t hear me.

"Howdy, (y/n)." The demon greets me then I look over at Sam to see him asleep. I go and snap my fingers in front of him but he doesn't respond.

"I’m dreaming." I stated at the demon smiles. "What do you say you and I take a little walk?" He asked me, smiling.

"You’re awfully quiet, (y/n). You’re not mad at me, are you?" The Demon asked me as we walk outside. "I’m gonna tear you to shreds, I swear to—" I growled and he chuckles. "When you wake up, girlie, you give it your best shot." He said. "Where's Dean?" I asked him. "Quit worrying about Dean. I’d worry more about yourself." The Demon said.

"Why? You gonna kill me?" I asked, sarcasm dripping from my voice. "I’m trying to help you. That’s why we’re talking. You’re the one I’m rooting for." The Demon said. "What the hell is supposed to mean?" I asked him.

"Welcome to the Miss America pageant. Why do you think you’re here? This is a competition. Only one of you crazy kids is gonna make it out of here alive." He said and I stop and give him a confused look.

"I thought we were supposed to be—"

"Soldiers in a coming war? That’s true. You are. But here’s the thing: I don’t need soldiers. I need soldier. I just need the one." The Demon said. "Why?" I asked. "Well, I couldn’t just come out and say that, could I, (y/n)? I had to let everyone think they had a fighting chance. But what I need...is a leader." aaid The Demon.

"To lead who?" I asked. "Oh, I’ve already got my army. Or, I will soon, anyway." He said and I glared at him. "You son of a bitch." I growled. "Honestly, I’m surprised you hadn’t guessed. I mean, why do you think so many children flamed out already? Max Miller and Andy’s brother, what’s-his-name? They weren’t strong enough. I’m looking for the best and brightest of your generation." The Demon said.

"My generation?" I said, confused. "Well, there’s other generations, but let’s just worry about yours. That’s why I’m here, (y/n). I wanna give you the inside track. You’re tough. You’re smart. You’re well-trained, thanks to your daddy. (Y/n) you’re my favorite." He said and I scoff. "Yeah, I'm sure you say that to all of the psychics." I said and he chuckles a bit.

"You ruined my life." I said. "The cost of doing business, I’m afraid. I needed you sharp, on the road, honing your skills. Your gifts." He said to me. "What about my mom? And my dad?" I asked him. "That was bad luck." He said.

"Bad luck? You put that cancer in my dad! You killed my mom!" I yelled. "Your mother walked in on us. Wrong place, wrong time. Your dad...he was just an obstacle in the way." He said. "What does that mean?" I asked him.

"It wasn’t about her or your dad. It was about you. It’s always been about you." He said. "What?" I asked and the demon smiles. "Well…okay. You caught me in a charitable mood. I’ll show you." He said and he snaps his fingers, and we were in a room, that looked like a nursery that was painted pink.

"Look familiar? It should." The Demon said and I look at the crib and see my six-month-old self crying in my crib, while the Yellow-Eyed Demon from the past stands over me. I step forward but the Demon stops me. "Relax, (y/n), this is just a hi-def instant replay. Enjoy the show." He said and the past Demon slices his own wrist with his nail and drips some of the blood onto my six-month mouth.

"What the hell are you doing to me?" I asked him, horrified. "Better than mother’s milk." The Demon said and I look at him, horrified. "Does this mean I have demon blood in me?" I asked and the demon chuckles. "Answer me!" I yelled at him but then my mother walks by the room but stops and comes in.

"(Father's name)?" She said and the past Demon turns to her. She jumps at this, her eyes widen in fear. "Who the hell are you? What are you doing to my daughter?!" She asked then the past Demon forces her against the wall. "Mom!" I screamed as I watch her slowly move up the wall, until she is pinned to the ceiling.

"No!" I screamed as she continues her slide upward. "No!" I yelled again. "I don’t think you wanna see the rest of this." The Demon said and he snaps his fingers again.

I jolt awake in the abandoned South Dakota house when I hear Jake shouting. "Sam, (y/n), wake up!" Jake yells and I look over to see Sam was asleep too. That is until Jake woke him up. "Ava’s missing." Jake informed us and we get up and run outside.

"I’ll take the barn and the hotel. You two take the houses." Jake said to us. "All right. Meet back here in ten minutes, okay?" Sam said. "Okay." Jake said and we split up and walk around and search until I heard a scream from a nearby house.

I run towards it, Sam following close behind me, and we come in and see her crying, pointing at Andy's body. I gasped as she turns to us. "Sam! (Y/n)! I just found him like this!" She cries.

"What happened?" Sam asked her. "I don’t know!" Ava exclaims. "How’d that thing get in? Where were you?" I asked her, suspiciously. "I just went to get some water from the well. I was only gone maybe, like, two minutes!" She shouts.

"You shouldn’t have gone outside. Ava, we have to stay in here—" Sam said but then I notice the salt on the window, it looked like someone wiped a chunk off of it which would break the salt line and let any demon in. "Sam?" I said and he comes over and sees it.

"Who did that?" I asked Ava as I turn to her. "I don’t know, maybe Andy—" she stammers. "Andy wouldn’t do that. Ava, that line wasn’t broken when Sam and I left." I said and she looks at us, nervously. "Ava." Sam and I said, firmly.

"What? You don’t think that I—" she asked, panicked.

"I’ll tell you what we think: five months. You’re the only one with all that time you can’t account for. And that headache you got? Right when the demon got Lily." Sam said and I nod in agreement.

"What are you trying to say?" Ava asked.

"What happened to you?" I asked her.

"Nothing!" She shouts Sam and I stare her down until a minute later, she drops the act, and laughs a little. "Had you guys going though, didn’t I?" She asked as she wipes her eyes. "Yeah. I’ve been here a long time. And not alone, either. People just keep showing up. Children, like us. Batches of three or four at a time." She said.

"You killed them? All of them?" Sam asked, shocked. "I’m the undefeated heavyweight champ." She replied and my jaw drops. "Oh, my God." Sam and I muttered. "Don’t think God has much to do with this, guys." Ava said.

"How could you?" Sam asked her. "I had no choice. It's me or them. After a while, it was easy. It was even kind of fun. I just stopped fighting it." She replied. "Fighting what?" I asked. "Who we are, (y/n). If you'd just quit your hand-wringing and open yourself up, you have no idea what you can do. The learning curve is so fast, it’s crazy, the switches that just flip in your brain." She laughs. "I can’t believe I started out just having dreams. Do you know what I can do now?" She asked.

"Control demons." I said she smiles. "Ah, you are quick on the draw." She said and she puts her hands to her head. "Yeah, I’m sorry, guys. But, it’s over." She said.

A cloud of black smoke comes to the window but just as it is about to enter, Jake comes from behind Ava and twists her neck, killing her instantly. The demonic smoke leaves the window and disappears.

*3rd Person POV*

Outside, near the edge of the woods, Bobby and Dean pull up in the Impala. "Well, it looks like the rest of the way’s on foot." Bobby said and they open the trunk and grab a couple of guns. "Let’s go." Dean said and they head into the abandoned town.

*(y/n)'s POV*

"I think we can make it out of here now." Sam said as we walk outside. "But the Acheri demon…" Jake said, confused. "No, no, no. Ava was summoning it, controlling it. It shouldn’t come back now that she’s dead. We gotta go." I said. "Not we, (y/n). Only one of us is getting out of here. I, I’m sorry." He said as Sam and I turn to him.

"What?" We said. "I had a vision. That Yellow-Eyed Demon or whatever it was, he talked to me. He told me how it was." Jake said. "No, Jake, listen. You can’t listen to him." Sam warns him. "S-Sam, he’s not letting us go. Only one. Now, if we don’t play along, he’ll kill us both. Now, I-I like you two. I do. But do the math here. What good’s it do for all of us to die? Now, I can get out of here. I get close to the demon, I can kill the bastard." Jake said.

"You come with us, we can kill him together." I said to Jake. "How do I know either of you won’t turn on me?" He asked. "We won’t." Sam and I said. "I don’t know that." Jake said. "Okay, look." Sam said and he and I take out our knives, show it to Jake, and place them on the ground.

"Just come with us, Jake. Don’t do this. Don’t play into what it wants." Sam said to him. After a pause, Jake places his weapon on the ground as well. "Okay." Sam and I sighed, relieved.

Suddenly, Jake punches Sam, making him fly across the field and crash onto the ground. "Sam!" I yelled and Jake goes after me but I duck then raise my hand out and the knife flies into my hand. Jake approaches me and I swing the knife at him, slicing at his arm. He yelps in pain then knocks the knife out of my hand and punches me, making me fly backwards.

I groan and cough as I turn to my front and Jake kicks down the fence and leans over Sam. Sam kicks out at Jake then the two exchange blows with Sam on the ground, and then he leverages himself up. I get up and run at Jake as he one hits Sam's right arm and shoulder with a bone-crunching sound, knocking him down again.

Jake approaches Sam but I jump on his back and wrap my arms around his neck. Jake grabs my arm with one hand and grabbed the back collar of my shirt with his other and flings me over him, slamming me on my back. The wind was knocked out of me and Jake starts to loom over me when Sam knocks Jake out with an iron bar. I rolled to my side as Sam approaches the unconscious Jake, consideringly, and lifts the bar as if to strike.

"Sam..." I muttered and he looks over at me then at Jake. He hesitates for a moment, then tosses the bar to the ground and comes over to help me up.

"(Y/n)! Sam!" We hear Dean's voice shout in the distance. Sam and I turn to the direction of his voice and I smiled and both of us stagger our way towards Dean.

*3rd Person POV*

Sam and (y/n) see Dean and Bobby approaching, with flashlights, towards them. They walk towards each other, in the rain. "Dean!" Sam and (y/n) said in relief and happiness.

Meanwhile, Jake suddenly wakes up then he grabs the knife that Sam had placed on the ground.

"Guys, look out!" Dean shouts as he picks up his pace. But too late, Jake stabs the knife right through (y/n)'s back. Dean takes off running for them. "Noooo!" Dean screams as Jake twists the knife, creating a massive wound, before Sam turns to him and tries to fight him. Jake stabs Sam in the side but ran away, quickly, as Bobby comes closer.

(Y/n), gasping, falls to her knees and Sam falls to his side. While Bobby chases after Jake, Dean slides to the ground in front of (y/n). He grabs at her clothing, trying to keep her conscious then he looks over at Sam. "Sam, are you...?" He asked and Sam nods as he holds his bleeding side.

Dean then turns to his attention to (y/n). "(Y/n)." He said, softly, and she falls forward onto Dean's shoulder. "Whoa, whoa, whoa, (y/n). (Y/n)! Hey! Hey, hey. Come here. Let me look at you." Dean said and he places his hand on the wound in (y/n)'s back, covering his entire palm in blood.

"Hey, look at me. It’s not even that bad. It’s not even that bad, all right?" Dean said as (y/n)'s head wobbles. "(Y/n)? (Y/n)!" He said as he holds her then she places her hand on his cheek, Sam watches this as he winces.

"Hey, listen to me. We’re gonna patch you up, okay? You’ll be good as new. Huh? I’m gonna take care of you. I’m gonna take you care of you. I’ve got you. That’s my job, right?" Dean said to her.

"Dean..." she whispers, softly, then her eyes started closing. "No, no, no, no...please (y/n). Please hold on. Please. Don't leave me. Don't leave me." Dean pleads as tears formed in his eyes and he touches her face. "(Y/n)? (Y/n)! (Y/n)!" Dean cries as her eyes shut and her entire body slumps forward.

"No. No, no, no, no, no, no. Oh, God. Oh, God." Dean said as Sam gasps and tears begin to pour down his face. "No." Sam said, softly, and he lowers his head. With tears streaming down his face, Dean rocks (y/n) in his arms as she dies.

"(Y/N)!" He screams out, in a loud tearful scream.

@itzabbyxx

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campbyler · 20 days

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okay I collapsed…

Was expecting a masterpiece but thea you really outdid yourself with this one.

I was already freaking out reading the first half of the chapter, but the second half had me floored. Just in case you have the audacity to doubt your excellence, I come with receipts.

to clarify I was lying down the entire time… (this was taken a few mins after i finished the chapter so yes that final jump was in fact cuz of that last part)

i loveeed the car stuff, MIKE TRUSTING WILL WITH THE CAR AND WILL BEING ALL SKXKJSKXIS WHILE ALSO FREAKING OUT LOVEEE THEM

THE PERCY JACKSON MENTION LOWKEY KILLED ME, SO TRUE

the Starry Night Over the Rhône is actually one of my fav Van Goghs as well, got it on my wall at home

I also just maybe happened to wear a comfy oversized Van Gogh hoodie while reading this💀

OKAY BACK TO THE TWO IDIOTS IN LOVE

THE SKETCHES AND POOR JADE, MIKE BEING “JEALOUS” ISTG HE’S INSUFFERABLE.

ALSO I FEEL LIKE HE’S ABOUT TO START GETTING DRAWINGS FROM WILL REGULARLY AFTER THIS.

WILL BYERS IS SO FUCKING DOWN BAD THAT IM GEN SCARED FOR HIS WELL BEING BUT GOOD FOR HIM

NO HIS BRAIN IS GENUINELY NOT FUNCTIONING ANYMORE, BUT IT’S OKAY CUZ NEITHER IS MINE AFTER THIS

SPEAKING OF ME NEVER RECOVERING, THE WAITRESS AND MIDDLE SCHOOL SWEETHEARTS MIKE WHEELER WHAT THE ACTUAL FUCK

THE PHOTOBOOTH!!!! SOMEONE DRAW THOSE PICS ASAP IT’S A NECESSITY. DEF ONE OF MY FAV PARTS OF THIS CHAPTER

ALSO SOMEONE IS SOOOOO ABOUT TO FIND THOSE PICS

honestly I cant even comment on that last part other than im deceased and a lil bit stressed.

IM KIDDING I CAN COMMENT THEA WTF. WILL AFTER REALIZING HE’S BEEN ON A DATE WITH MIKE WHEELER THIS ENTIRE TIME, YOU’RE A LIL BIT LATE BESTIE BUT ALL FORGIVEN

ALSO HE’S SO IN LOVE I FEEL SO SINGLE LIFE IS CRUEEEEL

*PLAYS BABY BY JUSTIN BIEBER*

OH GOD MIKE IN THE NEXT CHAPTER??? SUNI GOOD LUCK AND SEE YA SOON CANT WAIT

ris this entire thing is INSANE which is a very appropriate energy to have to match the insanity of 9.2 <3 from the heart rate to the VAN GOGH SHIRT (and the great taste of preferring the rhône) this has gone down in history as one of my fave comments we have ever received!!!!!! can't wait for you to see what suni has in store for ch10 (spoiler alert: she is also insane)

#asks #ch09 #acswy spoilers #like i simply can't even reply to every part of this it's just so good

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flamboyant-king · 7 months

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The world is a stage and I'm God's favorite clown. The heavens cheer for an encore and I'm revived once more.

I have this one scenario that brings Cain to respect Samson more than just some unpaid "bodyguard." I just can't freaking draw it for the life of me. So, have some stuff I drew and have my intentions/the context under the cut. Bazinga.

Eve catches wind of possible treasures that, of course, attract Cain's attention, so she gives them the coordinates and let's them do their thing. Cain and Samson are lured into a cave where they are ambushed by 30-ish drug cartel members because Mr. Cain just loves money, mischief, and manipulation. Before they could even react, Cain is shot multiple times and collapses to the floor. Samson was shot too, but remains standing looking down at Cain. The men taunt Samson for being a poor bodyguard and shoot at him again. Samson is unfazed as he walks over to one of the stalagmites. The men are at a loss, why does it seem like the bullets do nothing? Samson grabs the tip of the stalagmite and kicks at the base, detaching the thing from the floor. The men are intimidated, realizing what is going to happen next.

It's clubbin' time. *beats you to death* *beats you to death* *beats you death* x30

It's a gosh dang mess. Bludgeoned. Crushed. Impaled. Minced. Just blood all over the place. A normal Thursday afternoon for Samson. And a normal episode of Samson goes Bananas broadcasted on Angel TV.

When it seems they're all dead, Samson calms down. It's quiet now. Except for a quiet moan. How unlikely, someone alive after his rampage? He turns around and is absolutely dumbfounded. Cain's lying on the ground rubbing his head like he's hungover. He pushes himself up and looks around. Bodies strewn about and Samson in the middle of it all covered in blood. All of their blood.

"Cain? You're Alive?"

Cain looks at himself now. He's covered in blood too. His own blood.

"Oh. Haha yeah. You see. I can't die. I'm not allowed to die. GOD WON'T LET ME DIE!"

Cain has his spontaneous old man meltdown while Samson just watches. It's a lot to take in and it's a lot to let out. Cain gasps for air and the angels laugh out loud. Humanity is hilarious. Mortality is amusing.

Samson kneels down in front of Cain, placing a hand on his shoulder, mirroring the gesture of when they first met.

"I know I'm here to protect you, but can I promise you this? With all my strength, not only will I keep you safe, but I will also be the one who kills you."

The angels' laughter stops.

Cain chuckles.

"I hope you do."

And then they kiss. No they don't. But wouldn't that be pretty gay? Nah, they leave the cave and go back to their car that's parked a mile or so deep into the forest.

Samson gets in first. Cain has to make a quick phone call to his dear friend, Eve.

Cain hangs up and sits in the car, as well. It's quiet now.

Then Samson starts snoring.

Unbelievable.

You know me, I like to have a bit of drama sprinkled in my shit posting just for continuity and like a basis to go off of.

Eve was one of Cain's blood donation "whores," but Samson is here now, so she's relaxing and just gathering information. She usually cleans up the messes Cain leaves behind. Evidence, bodies, or just looting. (I have an example of a mess she cleans up, but that's backstory I might get to.)

Cain will try any and every method to bring in more money, maybe robbing banks, maybe treasure hunting, maybe working a lemonade stand. OH MY GOD, Jacob and Esau running a lemonade stand for Cain that's freaking so stupid. Cain mostly is a loan shark, but he dabbles in the black market with stolen goods and stolen guts.

Samson has some debt with Cain he is repaying by being his "bodyguard." Sending Bethany to stupid fancy Christian academy is expensive. Assisting Cain on excursions, breaking traps, or helping collect pay from certain folks. Samson and Bethany get to sleep at Cain's hideout, but shhh no one can know where it is. Bethany, why did you bring Lazarus here. Gosh dangit.

The practically immortality comes from Cain's Curse "bestowed" on him by God for killing his brother, Abel. (Of which I do have sketched, but that's a mess Eve will have to clean up too.) No harm can come to Cain and those who harm him get returned to them sevenfold. So, if Cain is stabbed, the person would be wrung like a wet towel and slapped across the asscheeks of an elephant and laid down to be trampled on by said elephant.

That's what I got so far. Have Samson all bloodied up close and personal cause gosh dangit I did good on the blood. Love you guys!

Have a good and cringey freaking day.

#no one can harm cain and if they do its returned sevenfold #the dealer of comeuppance is named samson #the binding of isaac #tboi #tboi gabriel #tboi cain #tboi uriel #tboi dogma #tboi samson #comic #blood #blood tw #suicide mention #suicide tw #inktober #Brothers Keeper AU

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Nick/Jess, 15!

15. i’ll save you a seat (from this prompt list)

IT’S MILLER’S TIME

The bestselling author of the hit YA series ‘The Pepperwood Chronicles’ opens up about seeing his work adapted for television, his new novel, and becoming a father.

LOS ANGELES - The lunchtime crowd at Gogo’s Tacos in Silver Lake is more plentiful and aggressive than the colleague who recommended the spot for my interview with Nick Miller led me to believe it would be on a weekday, which means I spend the twenty minutes between when I show up (ten minutes early) and when he arrives (ten minutes late and convincingly apologetic about it) fighting off other patrons who are convinced I’m lying about expecting someone and want to steal his seat. His appearance in the busy restaurant is welcome for more reasons than one.

We’re here to discuss the new Netflix adaptation of his bestselling book series, The Pepperwood Chronicles, into a television series. The first season, which drops this Friday on the streaming platform, takes on the Herculean task of adapting the first book in the series (clocking in at 628 pages) into just eight episodes of television. It’s a highly anticipated project for the army of Pepperheads out there, who want to see if Sebastian Stan truly has what it takes to embody the titular grizzled New Orleans detective from Miller’s beloved novels, but it’s not the only project that’s been occupying Miller’s time lately. He’s also got his debut novel for the adult market, the stylishly-titled HoBo, which draws heavily on his childhood in Chicago, coming out in November. But the project he’s most anxious to brag about is one he had—by his own admission—very little to do with, aside from the original idea. The lion’s share of the credit belongs to his wife.

“This is Reggie,” he says, stretching his phone across the table proudly, swiping through dozens of photos of a pleasantly chunky infant in a Chicago Bears onesie. “Oh, and that’s Mario,” he says, when we get to a photo of a dog sniffing the same baby, asleep in a car seat and wearing a hooded jacket with bear ears.

“I know he looks like a funky little alien right now, but my wife says that most babies get really cute around the six month mark,” Miller says, after suddenly remembering that he has tacos he could be eating. He takes an enormous bite of one before making a face. “God, don’t print that. My son is already adorable. I love him.”

We debate whether or not I can actually print that comment (guess who won) for a few minutes before Miller finally allows us to move on. I ask, given his penchant for drawing details from his own life to use in his novels, if this recent development for him means we can expect the next Pepperwood installment to find Julius Pepperwood and his leading lady, Jessica Knight, contemplating parenthood.

“I don’t know about that,” Miller says, with his mouth full. “It’s not that one-to-one for me. Yes, Pepperwood is based on me in some ways, but in many other ways he isn’t, you know? Same goes for Jessica Knight. She’s based on my wife, definitely, but I’ve never felt constricted by that. I’ve always felt like the characters follow their own path, though they take inspiration from my real life.”

In this answer, Miller has given me both an articulate response and neatly sidestepped giving any confirmation of further Pepperwood installments, which forces me to ask the question directly. His face goes blank for a moment afterwards, and he spends a while chewing before he attempts to answer.

“I’m not saying no,” he finally replies, wiping his hands on a napkin, while looking thoughtfully into the distance. “But I’m also not saying yes. There have been people—and my wife tells me not to read the reviews or the comments, but sometimes, you know, shit happens and you see some stuff—there’s people who think Pepperwood is too happy now. They liked him when he was tortured. Now, he’s got the love of his life by his side, he solved his brother’s murder, he made peace with his father. It’s like, where’s the tension anymore? But at the same time, I don’t want to make him miserable again just to sell more books.”

Miller talks about Pepperwood (and Knight and all of his characters) like they’re real people, a fact he shrugs off when I point it out.

“Of course,” he says. “Of course they’re real to me. It’s important to remember that they’ve been with the readers for six books now, but they’ve been with me for longer than that. And they don’t leave me alone when the book is done, either, like they do for my readers.”

They don’t seem to leave his readers alone after the last page, actually, if the healthy fandom producing fanart and fanfiction online are any indication. Miller, of course, has thoughts.

“I’m pleased about it,” he says, with his usual Chicago-born nonchalance. “It’s always made me happy that my work resonates with people, especially young people. I didn’t see that coming, in the beginning. It wasn’t supposed to be a YA series.”

The origins of The Pepperwood Chronicles are the publishing world’s version of a Cinderella story. Miller initially published the first book in the series himself at the encouragement of his friends, hawking the hand bound (!) copies at local bookstores with the encouragement of his then-girlfriend, as well as his future wife (“Two different women,” he clarifies. “It’s a long story.”) The hefty novel all about the seedy underbelly of New Orleans very quickly found a devoted fan base amongst a surprising audience: teenage girls. Where other authors might have bristled, Miller instead took his unexpected champions in stride.

“Like, there was definitely some initial shock to get over,” he explains. “If I’d known I was writing to teenagers specifically, I would have cut, well, a few things from that manuscript.” He’s referring delicately to some pretty explicit sex scenes and graphic violence, which definitely get toned down in later installments of the series. Confronted with this, Miller shrugs and says only, “That’s show biz!”

Speaking of show biz, how does he feel about the Netflix adaptation of his work?

“It was really interesting,” he offers, thoughtfully. “I’m grateful they didn’t ask me to write it, because it turns out I’m a terrible screenwriter.” Before I can ask him to elaborate on that, he continues, “But the team really did check in with me a lot and they made sure the tone felt right, and the changes they had to make worked with my understanding of the world and the characters. I felt like they really respected Pepperwood, which obviously means a lot to me.”

Miller is being generous, of course, considering he and his wife are both executive producers on the series. When I mention this, however, he waves it off. “They still could have told me to fuck off with my opinions,” he says.

As for working with his wife in that capacity, he’s more than happy to sing her praises. “She’s great. Aside from myself, she’s the person I trust most to get Pepperwood, you know? Like my editors and my agent and everybody, they’re amazing, but if I’m really stuck, Jess is the one I can turn to and be like ‘does this work? Or does it suck?’ And she’ll tell me. She’s always been that person for me. She’s the first person I shared the first draft of the first book with, so her input is invaluable. Or is it valuable?”

“They mean the same thing,” I tell him.

“That’s stupid,” he replies. “I mean, I’m not calling you stupid. The English language is stupid sometimes. My wife’s input is very important to me, is what I’m saying. Her instincts are spot on.”

And they should be, after all. When she’s not producing the Pepperwood TV series with her husband, Jessica Day (yes, you’re reading that right. Miller’s wife and the inspiration for his character Jessica Knight is named Jessica Day. Check the dedication on the first Pepperwood novel if you don’t believe me) works for Scholastic, as a part of their team that handles community outreach to K-12 schools across the country. (Miller’s publishing deal is with an imprint of Simon & Schuster, in case anyone is worried about favoritism.) Before that, she worked briefly in the nonprofit industry and as a middle school teacher and later vice principal.

“She understands the demographic perfectly,” Miller summarizes, fifteen minutes into an endearing monologue about how great his wife is. “I think the writers for the TV show liked having her around even more than having me. She really knows her stuff.”

When I follow up a few days later with Ms. Day for comment, her husband’s remarks amuse but don’t surprise her. “He’s always giving me too much credit,” she says, humbly.

Does it weird her out at all, to have so many people so intensely invested in the fictionalized version of her love life?

“It’s funny. I know the names are really similar and obviously Nick borrows things here and there from our real life,” she says, “but I really don’t feel like Jessica Knight is me. So I don’t take it personally at all.”

This isn’t the first time this attitude has come up in interviews. Last year, when casting was announced for the Netflix series, Day made headlines for defending the production’s decision to cast British actress Gugu Mbatha-Raw as Jessica Knight after many fans claimed she didn’t match Knight’s description in the books.

“Gugu’s a very talented actress. I’ve seen her screen tests and she will blow you away when you see the show, I promise!” Day took to Twitter to say at the time.

“She capture [sic] JK’s energy perfectly,” she added in a further tweet. “Please welcome her to the Pepperwood family as we have!”

Now, Day is less diplomatic in her response. “It was a small portion of fans who were upset,” she says, “but they were the loudest contingency. It was very upsetting, and honestly tacky. So what if she doesn’t look like me? The character isn’t me, first of all. And the books are set in New Orleans, for God’s sake! It would be stupid if the entire main cast was white people.”

When I accuse her of saying the quiet part loud, as the kids say, Day seems nonplussed. “It’s those new mom hormones, I guess,” she replies, as a baby cries in the background of the phone call as if on cue. “I just don’t give a fu…dge.”

Miller, during our interview, feels similarly. “The team went with the best people for the parts, and we made it clear, my wife and I, that they absolutely weren’t trying to cast our doppelgängers. That wasn’t the point. Honestly, it would have freaked me out if they had.”

So he doesn’t think he and Stan look alike?

“No, not at all,” he says, automatically. “Do you?”

“He kind of seems like a more Hollywood version of you, yeah.”

Miller takes a long time thinking this over. “That’s…huh…”

In order to distract him from the existential spiral I’ve inadvertently led him down, I switch us over to the topic of his new book, HoBo. It’s made several lists of most anticipated books for this fall (including this publication’s) but there was a while there where Miller feared the manuscript would never see the light of day.

“The publisher thought it was too dark for the teen market,” he says, without any of the smarmy pride one would expect from the average male author accused of being ‘too dark’ by The Man. “I had no idea! I thought Pepperwood was too dark for teens and they loved it! So, there was a bit there when I was like, ‘okay, so this is the end, I guess.’”

Miller isn’t being melodramatic either. There was a moment, according to him and confirmed by his editor, Merle Streep, where they considered parting ways. Luckily, they came to an understanding once the dust settled and Miller pitched the novel, then titled “Chicago Hobo”, for the adult market. The source of this brilliant solution? You guessed it: Jessica Day.

“My wife’s a genius,” Miller states. “It was so simple and yet none of us could see it. Of course they should market the book to adults, if they thought it was too gritty for teens. Obviously.”

Day, however, downplays her contribution. “The issue with the manuscript came to a head on our wedding day, if you can believe it. On our honeymoon, it was all Nick could talk about. He was worried he’d never publish another book again. I suggested he send the manuscript around to other publishers to see if there was interest, but pitch it as, you know, a book for grownups. I thought it would make him feel better. I had no idea that the minute he did that, his original publisher would come back to him with a deal.”

But that’s exactly what they did. He’s also on the hook for three more books after that, though he’s cagey with details about if those will be HoBo sequels, further Pepperwood adventures, or something else entirely.

“We’re in a really pivotal moment,” Miller says, looking a little bit sweaty as he admits it. “We’ll see how Pepperwood does as a TV show, we’ll see how people feel about HoBo when it comes out.” He pauses to laugh. “We’ll see if being a father completely fries my brain and I never write another coherent sentence ever again.”

Early reviews and chatter are saying that the new novel is every bit as cinematic as The Pepperwood Chronicles, which suggests a screen adaptation is more a matter of “when” than “if.” It is, by Miller’s own admission, even more autobiographical than Pepperwood (the preteen narrator is Travis Tiller, called “Trick” by his friends, so do with that what you will). It’s based, in many ways, on his childhood in Chicago, but it’s also equal parts dystopian speculative fiction and superhero origin story, with a heavy pour of magical realism to wash it down. The cinematic universe practically writes itself.

“We just don’t know,” Miller replies vaguely. No matter what I do, I can’t get him to speculate on bringing this book to the small or big screen. “I don’t want to jinx anything,” he adds, frantically, after many such questions.

Fine. But, as pure speculation, what actor does he think, potentially, has what it takes to bring the eponymous hobo to life on screen?

“Rock Hudson,” he says, after much bullying.

When I inform him that Rock Hudson is dead and has been for more than 30 years, Miller looks crestfallen. What about preteen Trick Tiller, then? Is there anyone Miller would entrust to play his younger self?

“Cate Blanchett,” he replies.

When I point out that she’s both older than him and a different gender, he frowns. “She played Bob Dylan, though,” he counters, confused. I concede that he’s got me there.

We return to the much safer topic of conversation that is the current adaptation of one of his novels. What’s he most looking forward to now that the show is finally premiering?

“Getting to go on a date with my wife,” he says, sincerely, with the dead-eyed stare of a sleep-deprived new parent. “Seriously. We’re getting a sitter to watch the baby, we’re bringing a few of our close friends, who are all getting sitters for their babies. It’s going to be really fun. It’s going to be a classic mess around.”

A what?

“Don’t worry about it,” Miller says.

Is there anyone whose opinion he’s particularly anxious about, when it comes to the TV show? Or even his new novel?

“I’m always worried about what the fans think. I want the Pepperwood fans to like the show. I want them to like the new book, even though it’s not about Pepperwood, you know?”

Does he think there will be crossover?

“Absolutely I do, yes,” he says, emphatically. “The kids who read Pepperwood when it first came out—this is terrifying to say, but—they’re grown up now. They’re in college or they’re young professionals. HoBo is written for their age group now. It will be marketed to them.”

It’s kind of like they’ve grown up with him.

“Don’t say that,” Miller replies, putting his head in his hands dramatically. “I’m gonna have a panic attack. Having an actual biological child is scary enough.”

Speaking of scary, to distract him from another existential crisis, I ask if he’s been starstruck at any part of the process of turning his beloved novels into a TV show, and his answer is surprising to say the least.

“I mean, I was a little bit starstruck meeting Alfred Molina the first time. He was already in costume as Schmith, too, which was an extra level of weird,” he says, referring to the iconic love-to-hate-him villain of the first Pepperwood book and a supporting player in many of the series’s other installments. Still, Miller eventually got used to the idea of Doc Ock himself being in the show.

“Oh, I know my big starstruck moment,” he adds. “When Taylor Swift tweeted about the trailer. That was like…Woah! Is this really happening?”

That’s right. When the show’s first trailer debuted in March, the Grammy-winning singer took to Twitter to express her excitement.

“I can’t believe how good this looks,” she tweeted with the emoji of the cat making the Home Alone face. “Is it September yet?!?”

Can we take his excitement over this interaction the confirmation we’ve all been waiting for that Nick Miller is a Swiftie?

“I don’t know what that is, but I like her. She’s really talented. When my wife’s upset, she likes to listen to Taylor Swift and cry while she drinks pink wine,” he says, before taking a troubled pause. “Maybe I shouldn’t have told you that.”

Day laughs when I tell her this anecdote during our phone call and gives me the go-ahead to print it. “It’s true,” she says. “Who cares?”

So, if they had to pick a Swift song to represent Julius Pepperwood and Jessica Knight’s relationship, what would it be?

Miller’s answer is simple: “You should ask my wife.”

Day’s response, on the other hand, is more complex. “I think it evolves over time, you know, from book to book. Probably in the early books, before they get together for real, it’s ‘Out of the Woods’ or ‘Wildest Dreams.’ Maybe even ‘White Horse,’ if you want to go back into her catalog.”

What about for her and Miller?

“That’s easy,” Day says, and the smile is obvious in her voice. “I’ve always thought of ‘Mine’ as our song of hers.”

This conversation mostly just confirms Miller’s assertion that his wife knows his characters just as well as he does. It also begs the important question of whether he’ll use this big moment in his career as leverage to arrange a meeting between Swift and his wife.

“I don’t know,” he says, honestly. “Maybe? I should ask Jess. She might kill me if I pulled that on her with no warning.”

As our meal and interview come to an end, I can’t help asking Miller a question that has been on my mind the whole time: with all this talk of how great and inspiring his wife is, and how integral to his creative process she’s become, does he happen to identify as a Wife Guy?

“I don’t know what that is either. You keep saying these things—I’ve never heard of them before,” he admits. “But I like the sound of it. So, yeah. I guess so. Unless it’s a bad thing. In which case, no. Was that—did I answer your question?”

In this case, just like so many of Nick Miller’s characters before us, we might have to make peace with an ambiguous ending.

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The Pepperwood Chronicles premieres exclusively on Netflix this Friday.

#forgive any stupid mistakes it should go without saying that I’m not an actual journalist #also I genuinely don’t even know what year to pretend this is set in…who knows tbh??#I have a lot of feelings about the Pepperwood chronicles it turns out phew #new girl #nick miller #jessica day #nick x jess #god this was so fun to write #taylor swift song prompts #firstelevens #homelywenchsociety #<just my writing tag don’t worry about it #IDK IT IS WHAT IT IS!!#there’s so many Easter eggs in this….a whole basket’s worth #barely relates to the prompt I tried

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The FOOL'S Challenge

Artists, one and all, introducing your very own APRIL MONTHLY ART PROMPT! Starting on April 1st, aka April fool's day, I challenge others (and myself) to the foolish task of drawing characters as vines! FOR 30 WHOLE DAYS! You could do your own characters, someone else's, from a show; and you could draw a screenshot, panels, animate, etc. However you'd like!

Disclaimer I am not viable for any finger, arm, wrist, hand, back, brain injuries that come from non-stop drawing and all nighters. Eat, drink, sleep, stretch. You are not actually required to draw every day.

Check the read more for the typed out list, along with links to the vines! And here's a YouTube playlist of all the vines already collected: https://youtube.com/playlist?list=PLnR0BYbuC5xgBmC8RGQY0JHWrMUDuiM0R

1) Road work ahead? Uh, yeah i sure hope it does.

2) Souls of the Innocent. A bagel. No! Two bagels.

3) Even though I look like a burnt chicken nugget, i still love myself.

4) Hurricane Katrina? More like hurricane tortilla!

5) It is Wednesday my dudes. HOOOOOO

6) So you just gon give me a birthday gift on my birthday... Happy birthday? SLAP.

7) I am the Sand Guardian, guardian of the sand! Poseidon quivers before him!

8) I like chicken strips- Fuck ya chicken strips!

9) It's an avocado! Thanks..

10) Hey I'm lesbian. I thought you were American?

11) Let me see what you have. A knife! No!

12) Boo! Aaa! Stop, I coulda dropped my croissant!

13) *Quacks*. Look it all them chickens!

14) Dad look it's the good kush! It's the dollar store how good could it be.

15) And they were roommates! Oh my god they were roommates.

16) Don't fuck with me! I have the power of god AND anime on my side!

17) Why are you running? Why are you running?!

18) So i was sitting there, barbeque sauce on my tiddies-

19) I'm Jared, I'm 19, and i never learned how to fucking read.

20) Chris is that a weed? No it's a crayon- I'm calling the police!

21) Hello I'm Michael with a B, and I've been scared of insects my whole life-

22) Two bros, chilling in a hot tub, five feet apart cuz they're not gay.

23) So no head? *Throws phone*.

24) Actually Megan, i can't sit anywhere! I have hemorrhoids!

25) Back at it again at Krispy Kreme! *Flips*.

26) Johnny has 19 bottles of dish soap- wait why does Johnny have so many soaps in the first place?!

27) I'm in me mum's car! Vroom vroom.

28) Why the fuck you lying? Mmmm why you always lying?

29) I don't have enough money to buy chicken nuggets. *Sobbing*.

30) Im gonna say it. I don't care that you broke your elbow.

#fools challenge #april fools challenge #april art prompt #april art challenge #monthly art challenge #april fools #artists on tumblr #my art #art challenge #art prompt

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Only Friends เพื่อนต้องห้าม Ep 4

Nearly two weeks late and I'm finally, finally getting around to catching up with my favourite mess.

Live watch notes!

Oh wow, we're starting out right away on the heavy stuff, huh

oh god Khaotung's acting, He's so good.

there's that word again, "burden"

thank fuck Mew cottoned on to this being a goodbye

I somehow fully expected Ray to just drop the phone into the tub

he's sitting in the EMPTY tub??? was this just for mess prevention? oh Ray, oh baby.

No, love, no, your mum did not die because of you.

HELL YEAH CHEUAM'S A LESBIAN (sorry, I'm just so excited to hear a girl actually SAY it) (but also Ray being a hit with the wlw tracks)

ooh wait wait, these shirts-- is this the make-out night?

also Ray I get you probably don't mean it like that, but you're sorta … guilt-tripping Mew here.

love the way this kinda tells us audience members a) the backstory of Ray taking that call b) that Mew's rejected Ray before c) that Ray was so desperately seeking connection that he came off weirdly manipulative about it

GOD Khaotungggg

this is shot very prettily but also what the fuck, Boston, is EVERYTHING blackmail material to you

adfsadfa LOVE Mew calling Ray out on the shirt

sleepover!!

"not your type" huh. HUH.

Ray really is hung up on him, huh.

Proud of Mew for setting that boundary.

Sand is not buying it.

Oh Sand, oh Sand.

Ooop put your foot in it

Nick, what are you lying to Sand about that?

oof "he's not normal, his reputation is bad"

oh man the employees all wai'ing the boss's son … urgh god I hate rich people, sorry Top I'm sure you're not actually that bad but URGH (also yes I'm aware of the double standard I've got going here, the way just-as-rich-kid Ray is my little meow meow)

wait, is this the photo booth where Top and Boston made out?

is this just a common architecture feature in spensive hotels, or is this the same hotel they shot Chaan's apartment in LoA with?

ooooh that plane is Boston's, isn't it

Ray and Sand may be doomed by the narrative but I love every second I get out of them anyway.

I love Sand so muchhhh

First is really good at that searching eye contact thing

ถ้ามึงอยากเป็นเพื่อนกับกูอยู่นะ คิดถึงความรู้สึกกูบ้าง BOUNDARIES we love to see them

the way they put the asshole angle on Boston here, I love it

oooh you made Boston mad just now

hookups so you can sleep, hookups to let off steam

oh man, Nick, oh man, this is not okay behaviour and you KNOW it

"I can't" -> the way it's put in Thai is กูไม่สดวก which is basically 都合が悪い but feels like 困る. Gotta ask teacher about that one.

is this why physical pictures are all you deal with, or are you just … talking out your ass because you know Nick is dtf either way for a bit yet

Mark Pakin, the actor you are

this is not news but I'd like to reiterate that I love how we have Rich Boys and Poor Boys are a theme here

asdfadfasdf "stay away from Boston" Nick, Top's been TRYING

but oh man Top is an arrogant ass. like. scary slick.

Ohhhh wow Nick, wow, wow wow. at least you're self-aware? ish?

Oh fuck of course he ran over Sand

Go go go Sand

oooof there's history here, I see. I still think it's about someone Sand liked before.

I really hope Sand's bike is fine

Nickkkkk how about you don't lie to Sand? but urgh you're also getting him in trouble which. ooof I can see this making things really complicated for him and Ray going forward.

Sand is like "oh bruv NO"

CALLED IT

Mew is so unimpressed. I'm impressed with Ray for owning up to it though, and for apologising – it's so easy to fall into the "I'm an awful person and they'll hate me anyway" spiral.

okay so at least Sand and Ray can bond over hating Top

Mew, please get mad about Top being a controlling ass like that

You've got nothing to hide, right, Top? Right?

sooo was that Not Mew in the car with Ray, then? Photoshop?

oh we're going here, huh

oh wait, was that him again just now?

that's a really good line to draw, Mew, and also you've got an excellent point about addiction here

oh man oh man oh man I'm really liking Mew more and more this ep and Top is doing nothing to endear himself to me.

oh man, someone's gonna drink that water and it's going to be a Situation™

Top, you asshole, if you could not question every single one boundary Mew sets, that'd be ace

so the thing is. Top. Why would you think Mew would believe that? you talk big.

!! this is a song from the playlist!!

fuck, Sand is so gone on him alreadyyyy, I really thought he had more distance than that, but nope nope nope

I continue to be so impressed with this show. The preview is nerve wracking, but I'm going to be strong and only watch that when I've got another 5k or so of work words done. One more ep, and then I'll have a day to wade into the tag! EXCITED.

#only friends #only friends the series #เพื่อนต้องห้าม #พตห #only friends ep 4 #bl watch liveblog #bl watch live blog #my nonsense

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quills-of-freedom · 1 year

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Eren Yeager relationship

Aesthetic, vibes & various

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🔥

💥

🌲

🏞️

🌊

🌧️

🌑

🦅

🥖

🍣

🧭

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💣

🗝️

Right from the get go, I’m just gonna say this; Eren is extremely misunderstood.

Yeah he’s an asshole. Yeah he may be a genocidal, suicidal maniac. But he would never and I repeat, never treat his s/o like shit as often conveyed.

Still a hot ass trope though

Eren loves and cares for his friends with his entire being. Willing to sacrifice literally everything for them. I’m not saying it’s right or justified - but it’s how it is.

Eren in his later years is quiet, brooding and always up in his own head. The only person in this world who could bring back even a spark of that blazing determination behind his eyes, would be you.

Ideal dates

Eren’s ideal date is anything quiet and away from people. He’s pretty introverted post time skip and doesn’t like to be around too many people.

Loves to lavish you with affection in his own little ways while you’re tucked up away from the world.

Stargazing. It’s his favourite thing, lying there with you in a comfortable silence, now and again sharing a deep thought or idea while lacing his fingers within yours or drawing circles on your palm.

If you’re attentive enough; lie on his chest and you’ll hear his heart rate picking up promptly.

Likes to feed you. He adores taking care of you, even if the way he does it somehow seems distant and even huffy.

Very protective of you. Both territorially and for your safety. Will ward off any unwanted attention without a second thought.

Modern AU

Not denying the fact that in a modern AU, there’s a pretty high chance of him being a total fuck boy / pussy hound.

Gamer. Possibly a streamer. Always has music playing through headphones.

Loves ordering weird coffees with the fancy names. The longest to pronounce, the better.

Is a travel guru.

Fingers girls in bathrooms at parties.

Will humble brag about it to his friends too.

But once someone catches his heart it’s a total game changer. That’s where you come in.

Will be pretty fucking confused at first. Love? What the hell is that?

But it wouldn’t take him too long to come around.

Once he does he’s constantly talking about you, buying you things - he’s not used to these feelings and the only way he knows to show that you’re special is to spoil you.

After a while and you’ve both been steady for some time, he’ll see the errors in his last ways and begin to feel guilty before he grows.

NSFW

Is your pussy okay? Lmao.

Seriously though… Are you okay?

Eren is a beast in bed. Post time skip he’s brimming with confidence. Or maybe he just doesn’t care.

Possibly has memories of people having sex and picked up some stuff from them. God not his dad though. He blocks that out.

Eren is pure filth in bed. Spitting, light choking, hair pulling, spanking… You name it.

He can be tender though. If you ask it of him, letting him know you’re feeling soft today, he’ll respond well to that.

Will fuck you anywhere and everywhere. Walls, public places, the sofa, his car (modern au)

He’d even be down for eating you out in Titan form. (Hold on a minute while I readjust myself…)

Is competitive with himself. Oh he made you cum three times the other night? Well, tonight it’ll be four.

Loves to finger you. Just something about having you in the palm of his hand really gets him going. Not to mention he gets to taste you after.

Ride his face and he’ll be on his knees for you. Pull his hair? God the moan he’ll make is just… 👌

“Look at that pretty pussy stretching for me…”

“I love ruining you with my cum.”

“Good girl. That’s it…”

“mmm baby, fuck.”

“You fuck me so good”

“Ride me. There’s a good girl.”

“Lemme hear that pretty voice moan for me…”

“Does that feel good? Huh? Does my cock make you go crazy?!”

“Your cunt is so greedy… It’s trying to swallow me.”

“God you feel.so good…”

Are things you’ll usually hear during intimate times.

Kinks

The risk of getting caught. He likes having risky sex in semi public locations. Makes a game of how loud he can get you to moan, knowing someone would probably hear you.

Light Degradation. When he’s in a rough mood, he doesn’t mind calling you a few names. Nothing too extreme. And if it’s not your thing, he’ll respect that boundary.

Loves a good ol’ 69. Having you on his face with your ass in view is just… *Chef’s kiss*

Speaking of ass, he loves to bend you over too, allowing himself in nice and deep with a great view and something Juicy to grab.

Aftercare

Afterxare with Eren isn’t anything special unfortunately. He’s another who gets sleepy after sex.

Won’t ignore you though. Often lazy pillow talk is on the cards and telling you how much you mean to him and how beautiful you are.

Will run his fingers across your scalp to soothe you.

Also will kiss any bite marks or finger bruises he’s left behind and ask if you’re okay.

Dates 10/10

Thoughtfulness 5/10

Affection 6/10

Sex 10/10

Aftercare 8/10

TLDR; He’s an ass but nowhere near as bad as he’s usually made out to be. Still would make a pretty good boyfriend.

#eren smut #eren jaeger #attack on titan eren #eren jeager x reader #eren fluff #eren yeager #eren jeager #snk x y/n #snk x reader #aot #aot headcanons

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Reasons to Live

Pairing: Kim Jonghyun x Reader

Category: romance

TRIGGER WARNING: depression, self-harm, death, foul language

Word count: 3.5k+

Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction made for personal entertainment of readers. The writer does not ever intend to offend her readers nor does she aim to spread false information about anyone as to pay any disrespect to the real-life persons whom the characters are based on. She also does not claim ownership to any of the images that are being used.

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TWO YEARS EARLIER

JONGHYUN

I hear the curtain metal rings slide harshly two opposite ways, shocking me awake.

“Oh, good. You were sleeping with your mouth open.”

“Great. Thanks, Mom,” I say sarcastically, rubbing my eyes.

“It’s already ten past five. I’m going home. Are you going to be okay?” my mom asks. She has taken care of me since day one I’ve been in this hospital. But now, since I’ve improved a lot, I insisted that she doesn’t have to visit every day.

“Yes, ma’am,” I roll my eyes jokingly.

“Aww, Jonghyun, you should find a woman who will take care of you from now on instead of bothering me,” she joins my kidding around.

After she pinches my cheeks and kisses me, she heads out the door. I sit up to reach for my phone on the side table. I got messages from the boys on our group chat.

14:36

Kim Kibum: Hey, Kim Jonghyun! When are you getting discharged? You’re delaying our project. Get your shit together, yeah? Love you

15:18

Jinki: They ran some tests on you a few days ago, right? How did they go?

15:24

Minho: Hope everything’s okay, Hyung. We’re just here waiting for you~

16:20

Taemin: Hyung, did you receive my fruit basket? Hope you like it.

Reading their messages instantly puts a smile on my face. I start typing to reply that everything’s good and that I’m getting out of here soon. Maybe next week at the very least.

I’ve been in this hospital for almost a month because of the car accident on my drive to my parents’ house after work. It was already dark and I was on the expressway when it started to rain so heavily that visibility was close to zero. Unexpectedly, a huge truck was running too fast in my direction. I managed to avoid it but then made me hit an electric post. Even though I was in a coma for three days, still, lucky for me, I had very little damage compared to others who have gotten into accidents like this.

I’ve never felt more alive. It may be hard to believe or even admit, but it might be a miracle, what happened to me. I was in such unbearable pain that I could already imagine my loved ones crying at my funeral.

I grab my little notebook and head up to the rooftop. I sit in my usual spot, which is at the very corner of the floor, overlooking the city. The city lights are like stars, the cars like elves, and the people like ants. It’s like a whole new weird world. I pull up my pen inserted at the last page I wrote on. Every time I have an idea for a song or a poem, I always write it here.

As I’m turning the pages to look back on what I’ve written, I catch a glimpse of someone’s legs way across this wide rooftop. It looks like a person lying on the floor.

“Hello?” I call out.

No response.

“Excuse me, are you okay?” My voice is a little louder, hoping to be heard.

Still nothing. Not even a subtle movement.

I drop everything and walk briskly over to check on them.

I gasp at a young girl in a hospital gown like mine, which means she must be a patient too. I draw closer to see that she’s unconscious. And pale.

My heart twists, I hurriedly kneel down to her side and lightly put my head on her chest to check her heartbeat.

Shit, I hear nothing. A quick shiver sends through me.

Her pulse. I quickly grab her hand to feel her wrist and hope to feel something.

Thank God. I exhale after what feels like twenty minutes. “Stay here. I’ll go get help.”

I run down four flights of stairs and realize how ridiculous that sounded since she couldn’t even hear me. I finally reach the nearest nurse’s station, catching my breath in order to get words out.

“Excuse me! There’s a girl up on the roof. She’s unconscious. Please help!”

A nurse nods once and quickly picks up the telephone. She recites something I didn’t quite understand. Two guys with a stretcher appear immediately and ask me to let lead the way.

. . .

It’s now hours later and I can’t stop thinking about her. My last sight of her keeps flashing before my eyes. She was pale and almost lifeless. She looks pretty with her dark neck-length hair, her thin bangs fly off her forehead because of the wind. I wonder what’s wrong with her. I hope she’s okay now. Turns out she is the one who stays in the room next to mine.

My door slowly opens for a nurse to take the tray of my already finished dinner. “Hey, um, do you know what happened to the girl next door?”

“Do you know her?” he asks me right back, his eyes dead.

“Actually, yeah, I went to college with her.” I lie.

“Oh, okay, then,” he sighs. “Well, she attempted to kill herself again.”

My jaws drop in shock. “What?” I stutter. My heart sinks even more at the word ‘again.’

“It’s the third time she’s done that during her stay here. I really hope she'll stop. I’m worried about her. She doesn’t even have a family for us to call for a situation like this. There’s only this one guy that comes over every now and then.” His eyes suddenly change and fill up with pity when he walks out the door.

---

PRESENT DAY

Y/N

I run to the bus stop to see Jonghyun already waiting for me by his car in hazard mode at the side of the road. Two weeks passed and this is the most I’ve seen him since he’s been busy with his comeback.

He spots me, then waves so happily that he’s almost jumping.

I land in his arms. “Jonghyun, I missed you,” I weep on his chest.

He pulls away to look at my face, cupping my cheeks. “How’s my girl?” his eyes twinkle. He lovingly leans in for a five-second kiss.

“I’m sorry I kept you waiting,” I pout.

“No, I just got here,” he smiles. “Shall we?”

We both hop in his car and drive to Taemin’s house to have dinner with the boys. It was supposed to be a celebration for their comeback promotion weeks ago but it always fell through. Now that their promotion ended, they decided to have the gathering tonight. It was Minho and Kibum’s idea. Taemin offered his place to hold it.

They love a good party. Kibum wanted to invite as many people as they could but Minho wanted an intimate gathering with just close friends. The decision was made democratically but it was tied up. So all that long heated, turbulent discussion led us to the lowkey one with just close friends.

Jonghyun and I arrive with three handsome boys already in sight. Minho greets me with a warm hug and then leads me toward the kitchen where Jinki and Kibum are preparing food.

“Mmm, smells good over here. Where’s Taemin?” I ask no one in particular while I make my way to sit on a spinning stool by the island.

“He’s not here yet,” Kibum answers me while he holds a wooden spoon in front of me to let me taste his soondubu stew.

“What? He’s late even at his own party being held at his house. Great.” I say as I nod approvingly to Kibum, telling him that it’s delicious.

Jinki giggles. “That’s our youngest.”

I laugh, wiping off droplets of soup on my chin.

“Speak of the devil,” Kibum mutters as soon as I hear the front door beep.

I welcome Taemin with a giggle and my arms open for a hug. “Hey, what are you doing late at your own party?” I say, pulling away from his one-hand embrace.

“I came as fast as I could. You’re at my house. Stop complaining!” he laughs too.

. . .

It is now four hours later. Jonghyun and I are back in his car on our way to his apartment. I insisted he takes me home but he insisted harder for me to stay at his place since it’s closer.

“Plus, I missed you and I want to be with you a little longer,” he says, kissing my hand while his eyes are on the road.

“Really? Well...” I say, having something in mind. I start drawing closer to him and slide my palm on his lap up to his crotch. I lean in closer, humming into his ear.

He swallows. “Hey, I’m driving.”

I laugh at him. “Fine, I’ll wait until we get home.”

“Home?” He looks at me for a second, smiling. Then back on the road.

I pause, thinking of what I said. “What?”

“Did you just propose for us to live together?”

“Where’d that come from? You’re making stuff up again.” I playfully punch his arm.

He laughs out loud. It is so beautiful that it is the most musical sound I’ve ever heard.

After a few seconds of silence, he grabs my hand. I turn to him, waiting for him to say something. “So, do you want to move in?”

My mouth opens in quite a confusion but immediately curves into a huge smile. “Yeah, of course! I’d love that,” I screech. I lean into him for a kiss on his cheek, then rest my head on his shoulder while he pulls over into parking.

He turns to me, cupping my cheek. “I love you so much, Y/n.”

It makes me melt every time he says those words to me. My eyes fill in with tears. “I love you, too.”

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TWO YEARS EARLIER

An overflowing burning sensation boils in my stomach, making me abruptly sit up and throw up on myself. I feel like my internal organs are about to come out of my mouth. I feel so heavy that I can't open my eyes. When I do, it’s brief and cloudy.

I suddenly hear the door open. Somebody walks into my room. A nurse perhaps. After I feel them carefully laid me back down, I catch a blurry figure of a man standing in my direction by the door outside my room. Before I can control my own consciousness, everything goes black again.

. . .

I slowly open my eyes with the sun blaring at me. It irritates the shit out of me. I get out of bed in an attempt to close my blinds but somebody stops me.

“Whoa, wait, be careful.” A guy in a hospital gown like mine suddenly appears before me.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” I glare at him.

He looks startled by my sudden rage. Despite this, he adjusts the wire connecting the needle inserted in my arm and the IV that’s hung next to my bed before I could mess it up.

“Let me get that for you,” he mutters before closing the blinds for me, leaving a bit of sunlight.

My face relaxes from frowning as I watch him walk back toward me. He sits on the chair next to my bed. I notice his attractive appearance. Dark hair that covers his entire forehead, a cute smile and a muscular body. I somehow get lost in his stare with those innocent and sparkly eyes, making the anger inside me fade. I feel some kind of warm relief.

“Uh, I’m Jonghyun. Sorry to disturb you. I just wanted to see how you’re doing. I have not heard about you since I found you on the roof a few days ago.”

I snap out, bringing back my scowl. “Why?”

He stutters. “Well-”

“We don’t even know each other.”

“No, but-”

“Do you like me? Is that why you saved me?” I’m getting more pissed with this stranger in my room. “Or are you just trying to be some kind of a hero that saves my life, then our story would turn into a cheesy romantic cliché?

Silence. He just stares at me. Probably awkward and shocked.

“Get out of here before I call security.”

Without saying anything else, he gets up from his seat and walks to the door. Looking flustered, he glances back at me before sliding it close behind him.

. . .

The moon has come out. It’s the only time of day that I appreciate the outside. I stand before the window, looking out, watching the cars and cabs go about down there. Thinking that there are millions of people existing, I question why the fuck I’m alone.

Literally.

Emotionally.

I fall on my butt, and for the first time in almost a year, I cry out loud. Extremely loud. Numbingly loud. “What the fuck is wrong with you?” I pull my hair out, punch my head, slap my own face. Dig my nails into my neck, scratch down to my chest, and then my arms. I kick my legs hysterically. Repeatedly.

I hate being alive.

Eventually, my hearing went faint, abandoning its purpose. I feel someone grab me from behind, restraining me tightly.

“Let me go! Just please let me go. Please! I don’t want to be alive anymore.” I continue to scream furiously, trying to escape everything that tries to come at me.

But then, I see that it’s Minho who’s hugging me. I crash into his arms, shut the fuck up, and cry silently.

“Y/n, I’m here. It’s okay. It’s going to be okay. I’m here for you. Please, stop now,” he hushes me. I can finally hear his voice. He's the only one I can trust. His embrace is the only comforting thing to me.

I’m breathing heavily, trying to calm down. I watch a nurse approach with a syringe but Minho immediately shoves it away.

We just stayed like this. I have not idea how long but I don’t want it to end.

After some time, the noises in my head settle down. I can see clearly again.

---

PRESENT DAY

JONGHYUN

After my radio show, I come home to a beautiful lady waiting for me on the couch in the dressing gown I got her for Christmas last year, and a pair of thick-framed reading glasses with a book in hand.

I join her, laying my head between her breasts. “Hi, roomie.” I look up at her, then give her a wink. We talked about moving in together weeks ago and the day I’d been waiting for has finally come. She’s finally settled in with me. There couldn’t be any other day happier than this.

She hisses. “Shut up,” then goes back to reading her book, blocking my view of her pretty little face.

I hiss back. I then crawl out off the couch to pick her up bridal style, spinning her around.

Y/n shrieks, laughing. “Jonghyun, stop!”

So I do. “Oh, hey, we haven’t done that thing couples do once they move in.”

“I thought you were going to be too tired from work,” she says, her arms around my neck.

Her thinking about sex is heaven to me! But that’s not what I’m talking about. “No, stupid,” I chuckle at her while I put her down on her feet. “Come here.” I grab her hand for her to follow me out the front door.

“Wait, what? Where are we going? I’m not dressed,” she complains.

I close the door once we get out. Y/n is still confused about what we’re doing. I pick her up again, bridal style. “Now, enter the code.”

She doesn’t say anything else and does as I say.

Once she opens the door, “Welcome home!” I cheer.

She laughs out loud. “Oh, so now we’re officially living together. Amazing!” she says playfully.

But I don’t put her down just yet and head to the bedroom.

“What are you doing?”

“We’re doing that other thing that couples do when they move in together.”

“Yay!” she cheers, then kisses me deeply on the spot as I bring the action to our bedroom.

---

TWO YEARS EARLIER

There’s a knock on the door while I watch a movie on the flatscreen. I hit pause on the remote control.

“Hyung!” Minho calls out enthusiastically as he enters my room with bags of food in his hand.

“Hey! What are you doing here?”

“What? Can’t a guy visit his guy friend who is unlucky enough to get into an accident?” he jokes around, handing me my lunch.

“Thank you very much,” I bow to him.

Minho and I do some catching up, talking about his new drama series, and some other work stuff until our conversation finds itself about the girl staying next door.

“Then she just kicked me out of her room and threatened to call security on me. This is what she did to a person who saved her life?” I pout.

“Oh, my God. You’re the stalker she’s been talking about?”

“Stalker? Woah, that woman. After what I did for her?” My blood is boiling with intense irritation. But it subsides quickly once I realize something. “Wait, you know her?”

“Yeah, I actually spent the night in her room.”

I pause, staring at Minho in confusion. “You’re not… Nothing’s going on with you two, is there?

“Oh, no. Nothing like that. I’ve known her since childhood. Our parents used to be close. That was when her mother was still alive and her dad hadn’t moved to Japan.”

“Wow, she has it tough, huh?” Just like that, irritation turns compassion.

“Yeah, but there’s more to that. Something that no one can explain, not even her herself.”

She’s been suicidal. Her depression has taken a lot from her. Hearing this makes me want to look after her more.

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PRESENT DAY

Y/N

Since then, Jonghyun had been visiting me every evening to have dinner together even when I kept pushing him away, asking him to stop trying to save me.

Days after he got discharged, he came back, but I wasn’t in my room anymore. When he found out that I was transferred to the psychiatric ward, he came running to my door.

“Why didn’t you tell me you were being transferred?”

“Why would I?” I frowned.

“Right,” he laughed awkwardly.

His phone vibrated in his pocket.

“Hey, what are you-”

He trailed off, his face turning red as he listened. It’s definitely Minho.

I suddenly snatched the phone from Jonghyun’s hand and walk near the door out of earshot. “Hey, where the hell are you?” I scolded Minho in a whisper. “You are not letting him-”

“It’s okay, Y/n. He means well. Maybe it’s time for you to let somebody else in for a change,” he laughed statically. “Love you.”

I sighed in irritation as I heard the dial tone. “Here.” I hand Jonghyun’s phone back to him while he just smiled at me goofily.

If it wasn’t for Minho, I never would’ve trusted anyone again. And because of Jonghyun, trusting and loving again was worth it.

By the time I got discharged from the ward, Jonghyun and I eventually started dating officially. He was always there for me. Offered to come with me to my therapist twice a week but I insisted that I could go by myself. I would meet the rest of the boys not long after we got together. Since then, I’ve got the best friends ever.

Sooner or later, I would get back to work in teaching kindergarten. I can’t imagine my career going any other way. I thank myself for being alive today. Some days, I’d join Jonghyun and the boys in organizing a charity mission. I’d teach kids in far provinces. I forgot how fulfilling working with children was when I was too busy being miserable.

I’ve never felt so alive. Not to mention grateful.

“I’m so proud of you, honey,” my dad tells me with a big smile on his face.

“Thanks, Dad,” I smile back at my computer screen. “By the way, when are you coming? You should tell me ahead of time so I can prepare you something.”

Before I can hear his response, the front door of my apartment beeped. “Oh, I have to go. Jonghyun’s here.”

“I should really meet this Jonghyun. You’re talking about him a lot,” he says.

I shake my head and laugh at him before hanging up.

“Was that your dad?” Jonghyun asks as soon as he approaches and kisses me on the lips.

“Yeah.”

“Is he coming to visit?”

“He didn’t say,” I tell him, shutting down my laptop.

I stare at Jonghyun while he removes his shoes and walks towards me.

“What?” he asks, then kisses me on the forehead.

Trying not to tear up, I just shake my head and giggle at him. If it wasn’t for Jonghyun, my life would be so much different right now. Hell, I’d be dead. Because of him, I regained my bond with my dad.

Months ago, they had to go to Japan for work and he made me come with them so my father and I could finally talk. We had never seen eye to eye ever since Mom died. We had drifted apart. Now, we are closer than ever.

I’m not saying my depression is gone and my attacks are non-existent anymore. They still come every now and then, although not as bad as before. Jonghyun has always been so caring and understanding. I could cry just thinking about it. I got to be with the best person and have the best friends in the world.

#hi! it's been quite a while since i last posted a story on here #the last post i made was in June 2021 #anyway i'm always grateful for everyone who reads my work and likes them #i'm not promising anything but i'll try to post more stories for you #i hope you enjoy this Jonghyun x reader fiction #in this piece i expressed how much Jonghyun and the rest of SHINee means to me despite having to go through difficult times #happy reading!#shinee jonghyun #kim jonghyun #SHINee fanfiction #shinee fanfic #shinee x reader #jonghyun x reader

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antlerx-art · 9 months

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GOOD OMENS 2 EPISODE 3 REACTION - CONTAINS SPOILERS‼️

ok so the resurrectionist minisode is in here

jim’s mug

nina my girl silence that damn phone at work

wait IS SHE THE WOMAN WITH THE JAUNTY HAT?

THE SCENE! THE CLIP! FINALLY!

but if aziraphale had already talked to muriel why does it seem like they don’t actually know each other? or do they both know it’s an act?

WHAT NO WAY WE WERE ALL WRONG THE WHOLE TIME? we were so sure crowley was moving to the bookshop but he’s actually just taking out the plants to let aziraphale use the car😭 nooo let me stay delusional

HES LEANINGGG HES GONNA SIT THERE WITH AZIRAPHALE AAHH HE DID IT

no okay muriel is trying to keep the disguise but aziraphale and crowley know they’re an angel, just maybe aziraphale didn’t really know them that well in the past

“word with you angel, in private” I’LL FINALLY KNOW WHAT THE WORD IN PRIVATE IS

THEY/THEM PRONOUNS FOR MURIEL YES!!!!!!!!!

aziraphale’s got used to lying to heaven huh

“one fabulous kiss and we’re good, i have a plan” yeah 🙂

AZIRAPHALE DRIVING THE BENTLEYYY

intro 🕺🏻🕺🏻🕺🏻💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻💃🏻🕺🏻

watching the intro more carefully my guess is that we’re going to see the gabriel statue thing here

“Ay Zed Fell”

THIS IS THE DIARYYY THE CONFIDENTIAL JOURNAL watch as aziraphale uses a pink glittery pen to write Crowley

and it’s in the past!!!! minisode incoming

“DEAR DIARY” he’s such an high school girlie

AZIRAPHALE WRITING ABOUT HIS DATE WITH CROWLEY AHHHH ripping my hair off

yup as i said statue of gabriel here

crowley is so she/her in this minisode

“that’s lunacy” / “no, that’s ineffable” HAH

classical music in the bentley is a crime aziraphale

“angel, WOT are you doing.”

HE CAN FEEL WHEN HE DRIVES THE BENTLEY UNDER THE SPEED LIMIT LMAOO

NO WAY IT’S YELLOW I CANT BREATHEHEEE

“change it back😠” / “but it’s pretty☹️”

CROWLEY THREATENING TO GIVE BOOKS AWAY i’m sure i’ve seen people drawing a scene like this in some comic i love this show

OOOHHH AZIRAPHALES FACE WHEN HE SPEEDS UP IM SICK

what the heck is in the background are those?? TARTAN MOUNTAINS?

is that furfur? no wait prime video says “demon josh” 👍🏻

crowley and gabriel scene I KNOWW ITS GONNA BE FUNNY

the fly is beelzebub IT HAS TO BE

“vavoom” is the new “wahoo”

jim looks so focused but there’s not one (1) single thought behind those eyes

stop making david tennant say he’s a doctor

AHH aziraphale still can’t drink here

bro you messed up restore that dead body rn

DETECTIVE AZIRAPHALE WITH THE HAT

i think gabriel was with beelzebub

NOO whats happening poor girl

so she was sick already

CROWLEYS HAND

what’s Laudanum Poison

WHAT IS HAPPENING TO CROWLEY HELP😭 is it that thing he drank 😭😭😭😭

where did he go

HES LITTLE OMG WHYYY HES SO TINY if aziraphale puts crowley in his pocket i’ll be dead

alice in wonderland crowley

BIG TALL WOMAN 😍😍 if crowley puts aziraphale in his pocket i’ll be dead

oh this is the part where they mention kwording yourself

i’ll need to rewatch this whole thing it’s so chaotic

OH. MY. GOD.

THE WAY AZIRAPHALE IS TRYING TO STEADY HIMM

THE HAND AROUND HIS ARM AND WAIST IM SO WEAK I CANT DO IT I CANT THEYRE A COUPLE IM NOT OKAY

THEY’RE SOOO CLOSE

if hell noticed you’d already be WHAT crowley

oop he fell (lol)

ahhh this is the meme template scene

“mostly i just use it for twitter” damn bro same

“and grindr” damn bro NOT same

aziraphale is my grandpa using a computer for the first time thinking he has to talk to it BUT IT ACTUALLY WORKS??

jim is about to remember stuff

“mm good job” / “oh, do you really think so?” i’m fine i’m completely okay

aziraphale’s relief after crowley says he hasn’t sold books 😭 also crowley being in charge of the bookshop because aziraphale asked even if he had said to nina “not even at gunpoint”

in company 🫵🏻with beelzebub!!!!!!🫵🏻

“and twitter and grindr whatever they happen to be” H E L P.

THE LITTLE HAT THING AND THE LITTLE LAUGH AND HIS FACE I LOVE AZIRAPHALE SOOOOO MUCH

RAINY RAIN!

she wasn’t having an affair but she felt like it

ARE NINA AND MAGGIE GONNA KISS RIGHT NOW?

CROWLEY I KNOW YOU LIKE ROMANCE

nah i should’ve expected this 😔🙏

OHHHHHHHH jim is spilling the tea

hi shax 😄

VERY CLOSED

NO CROWLEY DONT LEAVE THE BOOKSHOP something’s gonna happen to him NOO IM NOT READYYYY

oh i thought shax was gonna see jim but there’s the miracle i forgot about that

anyway jim is obsessed with books falling and gravity i think it means something

WAR ON AZIRAPHALE?

OH MY GOD PROTECTIVE CROWLEY

“it’s always too late” i’m sick S I C K

i need to recover but i can’t wait to see the 1941 scenes

anyway so far i like how even though this season is very quiet gentle romantic and love centered, it’s not that different from season one, i noticed how well the plot and the romantic moments are mixed together and it’s not really just aziracrow

tagging @neil-gaiman since he said he was interested in reading live reactions

#good omens #good omens season 2 #good omens season two #good omens season two spoilers #gos2 spoilers #gos2spoilers #go2 spoilers #gos2 #gos2 reaction #spoilers

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greendino567 · 2 years

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Proof || Steve Harrington

Pairing: Steve Harrington x F!Reader

Summary: Steve’s ‘children’ don’t believe he has a girlfriend so he has to prove it to them.

Warnings: Fluff, Swearing

“Steve, just admit it, she doesn’t exist!” Dustin yelled.

“I’m not lying, she does exist!” He shouted back.

Dustin left the conversation there and walked off. Steve sighed to himself wondering how he could get them to believe him.

He took out his phone, dialled her number and awaited an answer.He knew she was working at the restaurant but there’s no harm in trying.

“Hello?” she said.

“Babe, it’s me, I need a favour” he said.

“Oh god, what did you do now?” she replied taking dirty plates off a table.

“So rude of you to assume I did something wrong, the kids don’t believe me that I have a girlfriend so I need you to come down and meet them.” He rambled.

“Why don’t you just show them the picture of us on you bedside table from New Years?” She questioned as if it was the easiest solution in the world, according to Steve, it was not.

“Because they will make fun of me, besides i want them to meet you soon anyway so may as well get it out of the way.” he returned.

“Fine, I finish in 2 hours, meet me at your house.” she finished.

“YES! Thank you babe, I love you so much!” He cheered and hung up.

-Time skip-

Steve opened the front door to reveal his beautiful girlfriend stood there rummaging through her bag.

“Hey, I was just looking for my key” She said walking up the step to hug him.

“I heard the car stop, the kids are in the pool, they don’t know your coming” He chuckled.

She cackled when he began pulling her through the house.

“Can I change into my swimming costume first though? I want to go swimming” She pleaded.

“Sure, they won’t notice I’m gone” He smirked.

She laughed and ran upstairs with him chasing behind.

They lay upstairs for about 15 minutes on Steve’s bed just cuddling. Talking to each other.

“Right, your children will be wondering where you are, let me get changed and we will go down.” She stated getting up and walking over to the draw of her stuff which she kept in his room.

She pulled out her swimsuit and went to the bathroom to put it on, Steve waited outside.

When she walked out he looked up and down, whistled and her and gave her a hug. She laughed and hugged him back.

“Come on then, I want to meet everyone” she said grabbing his hand, her water bottle and one of his hoodies.

When they got outside Steve cleared his throat, interrupting the argument they were having, and they all turned to look at the couple.

“Guys this is my girlfriend, Y/N.” He said.

“No way! Your actually real?” Robin said.

“How much is he paying you” Dusting questioned.

“Not nearly enough” She replied which resulted in Steve yelling ‘HEY’ and whacking Dustin upside the head.

After everyone was introduced they all got in the pool and played games until they got tired so they just sat around the side of the pool, some still in and others just sat on the edge.

Steve sat on the edge and Y/N was in the pool between his legs facing him.

“I still can’t believe Steve actually has a girlfriend” Mike said.

Steve picked up a water bottle and threw it at him.

“Well, I am very much real and here to stay” She replied.

Steve smiled, pulled her closer and kissed her. Everyone else started gagging and begging them to stop.

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ohgoddard · 1 year

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Forced Reset

Concrete was never the best material to wake up on. Hard and sharp, digging into the bare skin and tearing it open with little effort. Too many children can attest to how much concrete hurts and point to their scraped knees and elbows like well-worn battle scars. No, concrete is perhaps the bottom tier of things to wake up on. I would have much liked to wake up instead on my apartment’s carpeted floor. Or my bed in said apartment next to my lovely partner. Or even the patch of grass that my right hand is currently getting to know as feeling begins slowly and agonizingly making its way back into my body.

I don’t know how I got here. My memories are hazy, like trying to picture a billboard you saw once on a car-ride years ago. Fractions make their way into my mind but thinking about them hurts too much for me to focus. I don’t know where I was the day before, what I was doing an hour before, or even where I was now. Or how I came to be lying on my back in the center of a broken basketball court, bleeding everywhere. And the pain. Jesus the pain. I try to lift my head off the ground, straining my neck. I see a large gash across my chest, my uniform in tatters.

Sleeveless was a terrible idea, I now realize, as a glance reveals the tiger stripes of blood across my arms. I lean on my right arm to sit up, my body rewarding me with the feeling of my lower half. The blood rushes to my head and I almost fall again, catching myself before doing so.

It has been a while since I was this hurt. Not since... I can’t remember but it hurt a lot. The tattered remains of my clothes fell off my body to the floor, making me look down in relief as my sports bra was not one of the many scraps. Would not want to wake up naked and lost. One too many university adventures ended that way. I eye up the white and blue scraps and wonder why I was wearing such..tight clothes. Was I going out clubbing or something? My shorts (Christ, why was I wearing shorts?) looked like they would hold up too, and at least they were more like bike shorts than clubbing shorts. When I looked at my shoes I was surprised to see that they were rollerblades of all things. Why am I wearing rollerblades?

Then it all hit me. Truly the only logical conclusion that someone with numerous bodily injuries and possible brain injuries could come up with.

I’m a superhero! I help people with my power of... Something. I groan. What kind of hero can’t remember their own power? Oh man I hope I’m not one of those weirdos that fights crimes without a superpower, those losers are so annoying. Oh man, am I annoying? My heartbeat picks up as my mind thinks about all the things I’ve ever done which could be considered annoying. This does nothing as I draw perpetual blanks on my memory, only coming back with anxiety anyways.

Oh god, do I have anxiety? What kind of superhero has social anxiety?! No wonder I’m torn up, I was probably afraid those bank robbers were gonna bully me like I was-

Wait! Bank Robbers!

I was in Massachusetts. It was a normal call, a smash-and-grab from a local bank. I was the only hero in the area because of…something. I can’t remember what, but I didn’t like it. I wasn’t thinking straight and just needed to distract myself. I wasn’t even on the clock, but whatever. It's what heroes do. I suited up in seconds before dashing down the freeway. Then it gets..hazy.

I remember running past the police cars, up to the back of the van they were in. I was planning on taking out their tires with the knife I keep on my belt when the back doors of the van flew open. I had faced this before, so it was nothing new. But they had something that made me stop in my tracks. A masked man leaned out of the van with a strange gun in his arms and fired. I tried to move out of the way but overcorrected myself, tripping over my own feet. A car rammed into me from behind, running over me just as this strange green bolt hit my body and it all went dark.

Yes, yes those memories are real things that occurred and happened. My brain is not just crafting narratives to better fit earlier misconceptions! I’m not making shit up! Look at me, using big words! I must be telling the truth. What kind of brain-injured person uses big words as goodest as I?

But that doesn't explain... This.

I roll over to my side and start to push up. I hear a disheartening *snap* as I fall back to the concrete, pain shooting up my left arm. I grit my teeth and swallow the scream building in my throat. OK. Left arm is broken, feel like I should have felt that earlier but whatever. Could be worse. Rolling to the other side I pull myself off the embrace of the ground and finally get a survey of my area. It was night I realize, but you could hardly tell because of the intensely bright lamplights around the basketball court I had arrived in. I seem to be in the middle of a large city park, as I can see tons of buildings around the horizon. Thank Christ, It would have sucked to not have a city. At least here I can find the local agency building and get medical treatment. I just gotta give them my hero name and… and...

Fuck what's my hero name?

Shit, forget that. What the hell is my name name.

“Oh goddamnit, this just gets better.” I spit out blood. Ugh. Better get walking then. They should have photos right? Maybe that will be enough.

I begin my shambling walk back to the city, leaving my comfortable bed on the basketball court behind me. Walking feels like coming back from an intense workout and every muscle is mad you decided to notice them. Or like a really bad hangover you get from drinking out of a random jug titled “Ronald Borgan” at a music festival. I don’t get very far until I have to sit on a bench in the park and take off those goddamn skates. I don’t know if you ever tried to walk normally in skates, but it is near impossible.

As I unlace them, I notice a tag poking up from the lip of the shoe.

“If lost return to Riley Wing.”

“What if Mrs.Wing herself is lost?”

My blood turns cold. I snap my head to my left to see a man walking towards me. He is dressed head to toe in a grey overcoat, topped off with a grey fedora. His face is obscured by the shadows of the night, the only thing poking out is the bright red of a cigarette. His hands leave his pockets to grab his cigarette, an almost impossible white.

Wasting no time I immediately grab my skates and throw them at his head. I have no clue whether this guy is a villain or just a real pale creep, but I wasn’t going to take the chance. My skates smack him straight in the face, making him swear in pain. I grin as he drops his cigarette. Not wasting a second, I stand from the bench and… leg it as far as I could from him.

Which was not very far. What little blood I had left in my body rushed to my head the minute I stood up, casting me into a realm of vertigo not yet seen by mortal men. Godlike disorientation aside, my fucking knees decide to give out at this exact moment. I curse my low iron diet as I stumbled to the ground, barely catching myself with my good arm. I manage to scrape together enough strength to stand up but stopped mid-rise. A heavy hand clasped my hurt shoulder, pain shooting up my back. I turn my head to look up, seeing a face just as pale as the hand that grasps me. Looking back is an utterly unremarkable face, one that seems to change to an equally mediocre look every time I blink.

“Mrs.Wing,” his gritty baritone shook me through his hand, “you look like you suffered a terrible accident. Allow me to help.” He lets go of my shoulder and walks in front of me, extending his other stark white palm. I look over him, my eyes narrowing in suspicion. I can’t tell if he has a weapon on him, but it's not like he would need one to take care of me right now. He was more than larger than I am, easily holding 90 pounds on me. His face, sporting a red mark on his forehead where my skates hit him, betrayed no intention of ill will. And frankly, I more than likely could not stand back up without his help.

I reach out with my non-broken arm, and the man effortlessly lifts me without even a sign of strain on his end. He guides me back to the bench, setting me down with a surprising amount of grace. I let out a pained breath, looking over at him. He stays standing in front of me, another cigarette appearing in his mouth where I smacked it out last. His smoke trails upwards, blending into the soft navy blue of night.

“Alright mister, what is it you want? Were you hoping for a thank you? An autograph? If you haven’t noticed,” I gesture to my tattered remains of what someone might have recently called clothes, “I haven’t any functioning pockets.” Come to think of it, I probably didn’t have any pockets beforehand either. Damn the women’s clothing industry.

The man chuckles, taking one more drag on his cigarette before dropping it on the floor and grinding it out with his grey dress shoes.

“No, Mrs.Wing, I did not come asking for autographs. I’m something of a helper. And frankly, you looked like you needed quite a bit of help.” He gestures to the entirety of me. Which, while a true statement, was rude. I scowl at him.

“How the hell do you know my name? Aren’t I a hero, don’t I need to keep that a secret?”

His eyebrows raise in alarm.

“You mean to tell me that you don’t remember that you’re a hero? My, this is quite a bad case you got going on Mrs.Wing, quite a bad case indeed. You’ve got a classic superhero malady afflicting you right now. Near cliche for my tastes, but common enough in your line of work to create the necessary drama I suppose.”

“What the hell are you talking about?” I shake my head in confusion. Perhaps this guy is nothing more than a really bad hallucination. I mean, it happened in Fight Club. It could happen to me, right? That was a valid thing that could occur, right? Also, why is he talking like that?

“Hey, why are you talking like that?”

He cocks his head. “Like what?”

“God, never mind. What malady am I afflicted with?”

He cracks a smile, the bastard.

“I’m afraid it's a case of occupational amnesia. Hits all the heroes at least once in their careers. But I do have to say it hit you at a very hard time. Jade is going insane looking for you. Problem is, not sure she’ll find you.”

Jade.

Jade. Jade. Why does that name mean something to me? It means... Happy. It means safe. It means joy, it means love, it means… anger. It means upset. It means disappointment. It means betrayal. Why? Who is Jade?

And why won’t she find me?

“Ah well, I suppose it's not my place to get involved in those issues. Merely to get the ball rolling.”

I shake the thoughts out of my head.

“Wait, what do you mean ‘get the ball rolling’? Did you start this?! Did you put me here?!”

I move to stand up, readying my good arm to slug him across that greek chiseled jaw of his. One push from him sent me back onto the bench, the air leaving my lungs.

“Now, now. No need to go hurt yourself more. No, Mrs.Wing, I did not put you here. However, I see a great opportunity for character development right now. You have quite a bit of flaws, I think this will serve as a great opportunity for you to iron those out.”

“Fuck you too, asshole. You stand there, talking like you know so much about me and then tell me it's a good thing I caught goddamn amnesia and a broken arm? Because it builds character? Do you coach youth football after school too?” I scoff at the almighty jerkwad in front of me.

“Your growth won’t be as good if I just give you all the answers now. No, I think you forgot who you were long before you forgot who you were if you get my meaning.” He reaches up to his mouth, lighting another cigarette.

“What the hell do you mean?! Just tell me who I am, you jackass!” I stand up and grab his lapels. For the first time, I notice a wedding ring on my left hand.

I am married. He knows I am married and doesn’t tell me to who.

My rage grows. He knows. He knows so much and chooses not to tell me because of goddamn ‘character growth’? I’ll kill him. I’ll kill him right here, right now. I’d do it right here if I didn’t need him to tell me who I am.

He laughs in my face, blowing smoke into my eyes. My hands release as they go to my nose to block the smell. The smoke grows larger and larger until all I see is murky grey haze.

“All in due time, Mrs.Wing. However, right now I need to do my job and ‘get this ball rolling’. Pardon me, but this will be the only time I will do something this violent.”

“What?!” I scream out, looking all around me. I barely catch the movement of his fist in the corner of my eye before it all goes black again.

In my dreams, I hear the sound of fluttering fabric, the unlocking of deadbolt, and the arguing of strangers.

In my dreams, all I see is fiery orange. And all I want to do is feel its warmth, one more time.

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