#I’m gonna go throw myself onto my bed dramatically and sob

[rinrinlovee]

Seeing what happens to Lady Dimi like

#resident evil spoilers #why did you do this capcom #I’m gonna go throw myself onto my bed dramatically and sob

[mypoisonedvine]

I mean 👀 if I could get your thoughts on Lee Bodecker buying his lady lingerie

listen, there are so many ways I could go with this but for some reason my brain conjured sub!Lee buying a dommy get up for his girl so she has the perfect lingerie to take charge in the bedroom with..... 

“What are you gonna do to me?” he asked with a cheeky grin as he watched you tighten the straps that kept his wrists fastened to either bedpost.

“You’ll see,” you answered cryptically, smiling a little as you finished tying him up and slipped away to the bathroom to change into the new outfit he’d bought you.  Honestly you weren’t even sure how to put it on, considering there were buckles and straps everywhere that you could hardly keep track of.  The corset made your breath catch, literally, but you admired yourself in the mirror as you took in the sight of you looking... not quite like a dominatrix, but certainly like a woman ready to bring a big strong man like Lee to his knees just for a chance to taste you.  

Fortunately for him, you weren’t going to torture him that much; you were way too worked up for that.

You opened the bathroom door dramatically, grinning when his jaw dropped at the sight of you.  “How do I look?” you asked innocently.

“Even better than I imagined,” he purred.  “Fuck, baby, it’s killin’ me that I can’t touch you right now.”

You smiled when you saw his restrained hands tightening into fists as you brought out the riding crop, lightly smacking it against your palm to test the pressure.  “Is that all you wanna do, touch me?”

“So much more,” he sighed.  “Wanna taste you, taste that sweet little cunt.”

“Oh, Sheriff, nothing about me is sweet,” you chuckled, circling the bed and watching his gaze follow you.  You loved when he got all doe-eyed for you like this.  

Gently, you let the riding crop brush over his thigh before you pulled it back and swatting him lightly, making him wince.  

“Not too hard, is it?” you asked nervously, letting the facade of an experienced dom slip.  But he didn’t mind it, if anything he got off on the way he had to teach you out of your innocence, show you how to take control and do what he liked.

“It’s perfect, baby, hit me again,” he pleaded softly.  And you did, one on each thigh with an extra sudden one for good measure, biting on your lip as you watched the way his face contorted in both pleasure and pain.  Best of all was the way his cock jumped and flexed, so hard and red and leaking from the tip.

“I bet your cock is aching now, isn’t it?  Does it hurt, Sheriff?” you asked with a condescending type of sympathy.

“Yes,” he hissed through his teeth.  “Please touch it.”

You answered his wish in the way you knew he wanted least, gently brushing the end of the crop over his shaft.  

“N-no, please, don’t hit me there,” he whimpered.

“God, I’m not that cruel,” you giggled, “but I like how you look when you’re a little scared.”  You moved the crop up over his round stomach and hard chest before brushing it over his face, turning him by his jaw to look at you.  “Such a pretty boy, too bad you’re such a pervert.”

You smacked him again with the crop, this time on the cheek, and he moaned a little.

“See?  You like it.  You like being hit.  What’s wrong with you?”

“Sorry,” he stumbled over his words, “I’m sorry, baby, can’t help it.”

“Aw, that’s alright,” you smiled softly, setting the crop down, “I know you can’t help it.  Just try to be a good boy for me, okay?”

“Of course,” he nodded desperately, “I’m always your good boy.”

“Mm, I don’t know about that,” you smirked.  “I seem to remember an incident last week where somebody came before he was given permission.”

“Forgive me, please,” he whimpered, “you know I can’t hold back when you ride me like that, you just feel too good...”

“I’m gonna do better than forgive you, Sheriff-- I’m gonna give you a chance to redeem yourself.”

You straddled him suddenly, pulling your panties aside to rub his swollen head through your folds, which were already plenty wet from watching him struggle against the restraints.  When you began to sink down, though, you stopped once his head was just barely inside you, grinning as you started to rock your hips.

“Please,” he groaned, “m-more, please, need to feel all’a you.”

“Do you think you deserve it?”

“You know I’ll do anything, please baby, please just gimme a little more, m’gonna be your good boy, promise...”

He gasped when you sank lower, not quite going all the way yet but letting him savor the little mercies you gave him.  You kissed him slow and deep as you rode him, careful to only go about halfway down on his cock before pulling back up, secretly wishing you could take more but knowing it would be better to make him wait.

“Your cock feels so good,” you moaned against his lips, “even if it’s just part of it, you always make me feel so good, Lee.”

You smiled when he whined at your words, pushed deeper into his desperation by the compliment and the way you said his name.  

“Gimme more, please baby, don’t you want it all in you?” he bargained, whining again when you shook your head.

“Not yet, Sheriff, I think I could come just from this,” you winked.  “Wanna feel me come around you, want me to soak this pretty cock of yours?”

You saw the desire to say ‘no’ flash in his eyes-- not because he didn’t want you to come, but because he didn’t want you to come like this when he couldn’t fully relish the way your walls pulsed and fluttered.  But it was overpowered by the way he was addicted to you using his body, taking your pleasure while ignorant to his own.  It drove him wild, so much so that you felt him trying to buck up into you as he squirmed and pulled at the straps that bound him.

“Yes, please come,” he begged, baring his teeth at the sight of you falling into your pleasure, throwing your head back and moaning his name again as you reached your peak.

Just as the final wave of your orgasm washed over you, you sank down all the way and took his cock as deep in you as it could go.

“Fuck!” he yelped.  

“What do you say?” you prompted coyly.

“Thank you,” he answered quickly, “thank you-- fuck, baby, you feel so good.”

You changed the motion of your hips a bit, grinding your clit down on him each time you moved up and down on his cock.

“Lemme see those tits,” he requested, his voice a little rougher than before, “please.”

“Don’t like the corset after all, hm?”

“No, no I like it very much,” he corrected, “just need to see those pretty tits bouncin’ when you ride me, please.”

“Okay, pretty boy,” you offered hesitantly, reaching behind you to undo the snaps, “but you’d better not come before I say you can... you know how you get.”

“I know,” he relented, “I’m gonna be good this time, I swear.”

You unclasped the corset and tossed it aside, watching him bite his lip as your breasts were exposed.  “Wanna taste ‘em?” 

“You know I do,” he grinned, and you sat up a bit and leaned forward to let his lips reach to latch onto one of your hardened nipples.  You moaned as his tongue swirled over the sensitive bud, making your walls tighten around him occasionally.  “You like how I suck on you, baby?” he asked pridefully as he let one nipple fall from his lips while he kissed his way over to the other.  “I can feel how much you like it.”

“Feels so good,” you praised between moans.  “You’re gonna make me come again, Lee...”

“Fuck,” he hissed when you pulled away, riding him faster as you clung to his shoulders to keep your balance.  “I-I’m close.”

“You know you can’t come yet,” you reminded him breathlessly.

“Let me come with you, please...” he begged, but you weren’t even sure he was gonna last that long with the way his nails were digging into his palms.  

“I don’t know,” you chewed your lip as you pondered, “if I do let you come you’d better promise to be on your best behavior all week.”

“I’ll do anything,” he assured desperately, “won’t talk back, won’t touch myself, I’ll make you come however you want, just please let me come now, I-I can’t hold back anymore.”

“Fuck, I’m close, Sheriff, I’m so close and I want you to fill me up,” you groaned.  “I love being full of your come...”

“Pleasepleaseplease,” he sobbed, “m’gonna come, fuck, fuck!”

“Come for me,” you whimpered as you hit your peak, this orgasm briefer yet sharper than the last, accentuated by the feeling of his come filling you in hot spurts.  You smiled down at him as you both caught your breath, loving the way he looked with those blue eyes blown wide, a thin layer of sweat on his forehead and chest, his whole torso rising and falling with each long breath.

You leaned forward and gave him a quick kiss before starting to untie him.

“Gotta let you out so you can clean up this mess you made inside me,” you explained.  “You’re gonna be my good boy and eat your come out of my pussy, aren’t you?”

“Anything for you, baby,” he nodded through his exhaustion, “anything for you.”

#lee bodecker x reader #lee bodecker smut #sub!lee bodecker #slothspaghettiwrites

[sunnyoldbear]

Luca Headcanons Part 2

DoesLast one blew up and I was gonna wait to make another before making this one but then my Italian fish obsessed brain couldn’t stop thinking and I literally couldn’t stop myself so let’s go, part 2!

Luca:

Has nightmares of what would happen if things went differently: If he was sent to The Deep, if he and Alberto were outed as sea-monsters before the race, if Ercole, Cicco, and Guido didn’t miss Alberto when throwing the harpoons at the beach, if Alberto didn’t come with the umbrella during the race and he was outed in front of the town and hit with Ercole’s harpoon, etc. He always wakes up terrified. 

Apologizes to inanimate objects if he bumps into them or drops them.

Names everything he comes in contact with. Random animals such as birds, insects (even though he’s terrified), erasers he uses often, etc. They’re always random, silly names, but he loves them. 

Is a slow reader because of how he fantasizes himself in the books and daydreams, then is snapped back to reality.

Keeps a dream journal!

Loves making stories about the stars and constellations. He loves the original stories, but he loves to make up his own.

Honestly I just get the vibe that he’s scared of birds after the encounter with the seagull.

His favorite color is purple followed by green!

Giulia’s mom buys him his own bike and he loses his mind, loving it so much

He’s a bit awkward with making friends at school, sticking to Giulia’s side most of the time

He doesn’t really care for music

He can fall asleep anywhere, honestly. He once fell asleep leaning against the doorway and then crashed onto the floor

Alberto loves to doodle on his arms and hands and Luca doesn’t really care to wash them off so they just kinda chill there. 

He’s very easy to prank and scare

Oh you should see him around the holidays! He’s so excited! His eyes sparkle and shine, he absolutely loves the decorations!

He’s not competitive, actually. He just wanted the prize money to get the Vespa, but he doesn’t really care about winning. He just... Isn’t competitive

He is very protective over his friends. Do what you want to him, but lay a hand on someone he loves and he will tear you a new one. We see him in the movie just frown when Ercole makes fun of him, but when Ercole shoved Alberto, all bets were off.

Charts the stars

He doesn’t have one love language, he has all of them, but probably Physical Touch and Quality Time more than anything, or Acts of Service.

Drinks expresso more often than he probably should, but just to get through his schoolwork

Misses his goatfish more than he wants to admit, especially little Giuseppe

Allergies beat him up during the spring

Slowly gets used to cats with Machiavelli’s kittens, but he’s still scared of the chunky boy

A teacher at school made the mistake of introducing him to Shakespeare. He spent hours sobbing over a good chunk of the plays.

Because he liked Shakespeare, Giulia’s mom got him some poetry books. He was not a fan of Edgar Allan Poe or Agatha Christie or Mary Shelley, all the horror/murder type stuff. He loved Emily Dickinson though!

Is as terrified of losing Alberto as Alberto is terrified of losing him

While he isn’t as touchy with Giulia as he is with Alberto, he does get more touchy with her

Reads tons of books about cats, dogs, and turtles to give Machiavelli, Nerone, and Caligola the care they need

Hears about human farms and loses his mind, rapidly asking questions about how they work and if they’re similar to his own

Giulia tries to convince him that fairytales are real. He has nightmares about them for a few nights until Massimo has to tell him that fairytales are made up and her mom changes them slightly to be more... Non-scary. She starts telling them to him to bed just because she misses doing so, and then he can’t fall asleep without someone telling him a story.

Doesn’t do the handshake with anyone that isn’t Alberto or Giulia.

Giulia’s mom calls him “fishy” or “guppy” and he wants to hate it but he can’t

Hates it when people call him cute or baby him, but his family + Alberto + Marcovaldos still do it

Once heard some French Tourists and stared at Giulia and went “why is their Italian so weird sounding” and she lost her shit laughing

Doesn’t swear, refuses to swear

Tries to use Vespa stamps if they’re available

Once he learns what “Piacere, gioralamo trombetta” means, he sends a letter to Alberto which is just him freaking out and laughing while making fun of it. They don’t stop saying it. In fact, they probably say it more.

He has a map in his room with pushpins of where he’s been. Beside it are a bunch of sticky notes of where he wants to go with Alberto with reasons on why he wants to go.

Has a little bit more courage, but not too much

He’s often teased for calling others “sir” or “ma’am” and so he feels really shy about it but doesn’t stop

Refuses to call Massimo and Giulia’s mom by their names, it just feels too awkward for him

Makes friendship bracelets for the trio as well as separate ones for him and Alberto, then him and Giulia.

While he loves gelato, he doesn’t like it as much as Alberto

I feel like he’d dot the i’s in Giulia’s name with hearts but no one else’s

People at school think he has a crush on her but he doesn’t

He and Alberto still say they sleep under the anchovies. No matter how often he researches stars, he’ll always call them anchovies around him.

Sticks out his tongue when focused

Doesn’t like aquariums, he stares at those fish and he just feels trapped

Loves to dance in the rain

Does that little feet tappy dance thing when he’s excited or shakes his hands

Honestly half of his vocabulary is stern shouts of “Alberto!” “Giulia!” or “silenzio Bruno, silenzio Bruno! Silenzio Bruno!”

Speaking of, he can’t just say “Silenzio Bruno” once, it’s always him saying it more than once, especially when he’s really scared

He doesn’t have loud, aggressive sneezes, but he does have sneeze fits. Once he sneezed so many times that with every one his face got closer to his desk until it just went BAM and he has a massive bruise on his forehead for days. 

Sometimes just goes into the water and swims to relax. If he’s feeling homesick, he’ll do some daring trick and then instinctively turn to smile at Alberto only to realize he isn’t there

His dad still keeps crabs but lets Luca name them. Luca chooses to name them all after space things. Mainly moons, but sometimes planets or galaxies

Secretly feels really guilty about Alberto selling their Vespa

After almost being sent to The Deep, he is terrified of the dark and can’t sleep without a light on, no matter how dim it is

Alberto:

Matching pajamas with both Massimo and Giulia! (Refuses to match with her, Massimo yelled at them)

Tries to see what triggers his transformation. Does watermelon? Does juice? Is it any liquid? He’ll find out!

Calls Giulia “Spewlia” just to piss her off

Those two are always arguing. Yes, he often starts it

Lots of tattoos and ear piercings!

Will into Giulia’s room, stare her dead in the eyes, call her a bitch, and run out while leaving the door open. She’ll scream at him and probably throw something. 

Tends to shorten people’s names. He calls Luca “Lu,” “Lulu,” and even “Luke.” Luca does not like any of these names.

Still builds his Vespas! They’re not as fun without Luca, though

Takes Giulia with him sometimes too and purposely crashes into the sea or something just to see what she does. 

Gains quite a bit of muscle 

Is the one who takes down all the sea monster things with Massimo. He and Lorenzo carry Smuca to the fountain

Idk I feel like he has loud sneezes

I also feel like he makes that weird cough face like that one cat idk I just know I’m right

He doesn’t just sing... He scream sings

Doesn’t know how to dance but if there is music he will dance

Loves dancing in the rain too!

Sometimes he’ll just walk into Giulia’s room and gossip with her. They’ll make a blanket fort and grab some snacks and cats and just... Spend the night talking and catching up

She teaches him how to braid hair and now he just loves doing her hair

Bites his lip quite a bit. That’s canon but like, still worth mentioning

Learns how to ride a bike so he doesn’t get killed or something

Keeps a journal on things Luca and Giulia are interested in so he can learn about them. He writes down bullet points on what he remembers from conversations, but it’s honestly not much

He doesn’t have big dreams other than traveling the world with Luca. He knows Giulia wants to be a marine biologist and Luca wants to travel the world + is still figuring things out. He has short term goals other than that and changes the topic about it.

A popular headcanon is that Alberto takes care of the goatfish when Luca’s at school and I think that would happen!

He’s shockingly good with kids! When not working, he loves playing soccer with them by the fountain

He almost named Machiavelli’s mate “Frog” because he can’t name things

Half the time when Giulia and/or Luca talk about school, he goes “I don’t what that means, but I’m choosing to define it as ____” and won’t let them prove him wrong

Technically canon but he will bite. Chomp chomp.

When he meets Giulia’s mom, they love to paint together

He does make some friends in Portorosso, but none are as close to him as his sister and best friend!

This man is the most dramatic person good lord

Love language is definitely physical touch!

Still screams “Take me, gravity!” pretty often

Can’t do work alone without music. He doesn’t really like opera but he can’t stand silence, he just can’t

Sometimes he thinks of Luca’s betrayal and is really angry, but knows he’d probably do the same if the roles were reversed. It was about self preservation and the risk of living. He still gets upset about it sometimes, but completely forgives him and understands

Is always torn between giving Giulia genuine facts about sea creatures and giving her such absurd but lowkey believable lies. He wants her to succeed so badly but also wants to screw her over

If you give him anything, he will play with it. String? A toy. A pen? A toy. A literal rock you found on the side of the road? A gorgeous toy, thank you!

Never just goes into the water, he will always be dramatic and dive in or jump

Sometimes when not on duty, he just blows his lifeguard whistle because he thinks it’s cool

He loves yoyos!

Will noogie Giulia.

Sometimes gets scared that Massimo will abandon him, but it seems like Massimo always knows

Città Vuota is his favorite song!

Doodles all over everything, especially Giulia and Luca’s arms and legs. They range from little stars to tic tac toe games to fish to anything that comes to mind

Giulia:

Is very much into photography! Luca always does hearts with his hands/fingers while Alberto does stupid poses or flips her off... or both.

Hums and sings a lot! 

Also loves to dance and is the best of the trio! Loves to twirl and vibe even if there’s no music! It’s just her personality

She doesn’t just hug, she jumps into their arms and holds them close

Sometimes just to annoy Alberto she’ll hug him and press kisses to his head and cheeks. Siblings gonna be annoying.

Always has so much energy but really struggles with sitting still for homework after such long hours in school that her grades aren’t all that good except for Astronomy!

The most competitive of the trio

Bites her lip when she’s nervous

Started wearing her hat to match her dad when she was little and now she doesn’t like being without it

Has probably fallen asleep in class

Loves watermelon and gelato

While Ciccio and Guido apologize for their actions, she doesn’t forgive them and doesn’t want to. She has every right to

Gets really into singing when she’s singing along to songs

Doesn’t like makeup for herself but will hold the boys captive to do their makeup

Loves puns! Will make sea puns to piss off Alberto and Luca, but Luca loves them so it half-works

Loves copying Alberto’s lipbite

Machiavelli her beloved <3 

Loves her fam so much! She’s got pictures of them everywhere and is constantly buying them gifts

Speaking of! Her love language is giving gifts! 

She’s actually pretty good at making friends since she can read people so well. It’s just that Portorosso doesn’t have any.... Great kids to befriend and Genova just has too many that she sticks to a small group which eventually fades, as groups do

She isn’t the most emotional but she also isn’t the least emotional. She doesn’t cry often but she does get sad and shows it

I don’t know why I feel this way but I definitely think she’s scared of the doctor

She used to be scared of thunderstorms until meeting her boys and the race happened. Now she associates rain and storms with that win

Summer is her favorite season

She knows everyone in Portorosso by name and knows most of their birthdays by heart

Speaking of, she always celebrates Alberto’s birthday like her like her life depends on it

Now loves racing on her bike even more cause of the race

Calls Alberto “Berto” and is the only one allowed to do say

A very light sleeper

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More on the way probably they’re all I think about

#luca movie #Luca #pixar luca #luca pixar #luca paguro #alberto scorfano #giulia marcovaldo #massimo marcovaldo #giulia's mom #death tw #maybe? just in case

[stripper-patrick]

Now they know👹 Henry Cavill

Part 1

Warnings: language, angst, smut, dramatic af, fluff

Tags: @rebellious-desires @mrsbanreswillseeyou

Song: she will be loved- maroon 5

Relationship: Henry Cavill x black plus sized reader

Scott’s POV

I see Y/N twitch in her sleep and I carefully look over. Zara lays between us almost snoring with her foot on my arm and her head on Y/N’s chest.

“Henry” she whimpers. Did I just hear correctly? There’s no way she just moaned Henry’s name.

She jolts up and sees the tv on. She looks at me seeing I’m already staring at her.

“What are you still doing up?”

“Watching you moan Henry’s name. Hey why is that by the way?”

“I wasn’t” she rolls her eyes sitting up. Zara turns and opens her eyes to look at me. Zara just lays on her back watching between the two of us. She’s starting to pick up on grabbing things to which she grabs Y/N’s shirt cooing. Y/N picks her up laying her down starting to breast feed her.

“You were. Do you like him?”

“Scott please it’s 4 in the morning. Just go to bed”

“Answer my damn question”

Y/N POV

I’m standing in front of a loaded gun wondering which hole the bullet lies in. It’s a sick game of Russian roulette.

“Scott...” I whisper pleadingly. I can’t bring myself to tell him the truth even though I’m quite sure he knows the truth.

He becomes enraged and throws the tv remote ultimately scaring Zara. Scott stands up and I try to calm her down while I turn on the dim lamp “how long have you and him been together. Doing this. Fucking!” He yells

“Since early last year” he says. I get Zara under control and he runs his hands over his face in stress. He stops dead in his tracks and looks at me.

“Christina mentioned at dinner last week that Zara looks like Henry. Is she even my daughter?”

I can’t even look at him. I just look down at my baby girl. I shake my head and he exhales sharply. The next words to come were the ones that scared me the most “get out”

I snap my head up “Scott it’s the crack of dawn and where am I gonna go?”

“To your baby daddy’s house” he walks out the room

“Real fucking good. Fuck you. Asshole” I throw a shoe at the door starting to sob and grab my suitcase packing it of mine and Zara’s stuff. I grab bottles of hers and slip her into a jacket considering how cold it is outside. I grab some sweatpants and a t-shirt and some shoes. I grab my phone and car keys. I grab my baby and set her in her car seat where she starts screaming. I push her pacifier in her mouth getting her to stop and I walk downstairs.

I walk past Scott who’s turned away from me. Without a word I open and slam the door going to my car. I set the baby down in the car seat making sure it’s secure before getting in being basically alone with my thoughts. I have no choice but to go to Henry’s. As much as I don’t want to right now.

I turn on the car and look in my rear view mirror seeing Scott standing there with his arms crossed looking at me. I look forward and turn the key in the ignition starting my car pulling off.

....

I arrive at Henry’s house and pull Zara out of her car seat where she just stares at me. I knock on the door and kiss her nose while waiting where she smiles at me giggling a little. I watch the door open and it’s Henry with no shirt on and his hand in his pocket “y/n what’s going on?”

“Can I please just stay the night?” Zara squeals extending her arms to Henry. He takes her smiling and nods bringing me in

“What happened?” I give him a certain look which tells him that it has something to do with our extracurricular relationship.

“Henry?” Christina comes down in a robe and sees me “honey what happened?”

“I don’t wanna get into it tonight I just wanna get some rest please. You won’t even know I’m here”

“Honey go back to bed I’ll get them settled” Henry says. Christina nods leaving and Zara plays with Henry’s ring on his pinky finger. Once Henry sees the coast is clear he looks back at me

“Did he find out” I nod biting my lip “Come on let’s get her to sleep”

I follow Henry upstairs where he takes me to a nursery which I didn’t know they had. I knew they had been trying but I didn’t know they’d taken it this far “it’s for whenever it actually happens which I’m hoping won’t be for a very long time” he sits in the rocking chair with Zara and begins talking to her in a soft low voice.

“Tell me what happened Y/N”

“I was having a dirty dream about me and you and I accidentally moaned your name out loud in my sleep. And it all went downhill from there”

“I’ll get to you and your dream in a second but did he put his hands on you?”

“No he just told me to get out and I doubt he’d even think about letting me back in the house. I don’t know what I’m gonna do”

“You’re going to stay here with me until you get yourself together. Regardless how long that will be hopefully it’ll subside the issues me and Chris have been having recently. With this whole baby thing it’s got me and her stressed and it’d be nice to have another person in the house”

“Henry I feel like I’m intruding”

“You’re not trust me sweetheart” he looks down at Zara who’s eyelids keep closing and opening. She’s fighting it. He places his finger in his tiny hand and she grabs on finally shutting her eyes. He rocks her for a little while longer before placing her in the crib. He takes out the decoration around it that could smother her setting it in the floor “your Christina would make great parents you know that?”

“Hilarious” we walk out together where he leads me to the guest bedroom. I can’t help but watch his back muscles move making me wish he were inside of me. Of course that triggers the butterflies and wetness to collect.

“I’ll be just down the hall if you need me” I sit on the bed nodding and looking down stuck in my thoughts

“Do you mind staying with me for a second” I ask not even bearing to look at him. He shuffles back to the bed and I lay down.

“Trust me I’ll be out of your heart in a second and I’ll keep the baby quiet so I don’t disturb-“

“Y/N sweetheart I want you here as long as you need. You’re not a burden” he says. I look at Henry through the dim light and place my hand on his cheek caressing him softly. He leans forward kissing me. Henry moves pressing his pelvis between my legs. He grinds against me getting harder and I smile moving my arm between the two of us to stroke him.

I lift my hips to pull my shorts down followed by his pants. It was easier that he didn’t have on a shirt. Henry grinds harder against my pussy moaning in my mouth.

“Please fuck me” I beg. He smiles and taps his dick o my bare pussy rubbing the tip on my clit. “Don’t tease me”

I cause him to chuckle lowly and I hear a low growl as he starts pushing his head inside of me.

In one swift motion Henry fills me up and I place my small hands on his broad shoulders as a brace. His hips roll into mine while his moves down kissing me. His hand presses against my lower back making my toes curl.

“You like that?”

“I love that” I moan. My hands moves to his hair pulling lightly. He always loved when I pulled on his hair. The way his body moves with mine is mesmerizing. My arms don’t know what to do so my hands move to his back feeling his muscles flex. My nails scratch down his back “Henry”

“Say my name darling” he moans slamming his hips into me harder. I whine arching my back. He sits on his knees pulling my legs on his shoulder. Henry pounds me harder and presses his large hand around my neck.

“I- can’t take it baby fuck” I moan trying to pull away from him

“Take it. Don’t ducking run from me darling”

“Oh god” I moan. A tear slips from my eye and he lets go lifting my hips and pulling me further going deeper. I hold onto his thick thighs digging crescent shaped marks as a brace as he rails me. Henry does the unthinkable and grabs the intricate headboard throwing his hips into me harder. My jaw drops and my eyes close feeling my body seize as my release comes quicker than expected.

As soon as I let go I cover my mouth masking a loud scream nearly forgetting where I was. Henry growls lowly moaning my name as he coats my walls in his thick beaded cum. His legs shake and tense up and I smile biti my lip. Henry stops all movements once he’s juiced out and leans down pulling me in a sloppy kiss.

The door busts open and I see Christina with tears streaming down her face and a gun in her hand “I had a gut feeling. Of course the week I get released from my contract with no money left to my name I see this”

“Christina put the gun down” he says pulling out of me leaving me sore. Both of our juices leaking from my pussy.

It was like a switch went off in her brain and she became a completely different person “Henry I know this sounds crazy but I wanna make this work with you” he looks to me and I look at him

“Wait what?”

“Henry I need you” I furrow my eyebrows. This bitch isn’t slick. I stand up and she pulls up the gun. A loud pop goes off and I blink then feel a searing pain to my side forcing me to scream out in agony. I look down seeing blood just gushing. Henry screams and grabs a shirt trying to stop the bleeding. I hear the baby scream as he keeps applying pressure which is making it hurt more forcing tears to fall down my face. I stumble back on the bed feeling dizzy. I don’t know if it’s from the pain or the bullet placement. As we’re dealing with the wound Christina comes back with my baby and a sinister smile on her face.

“Bitch you better put my baby down or I’ll kill you” I grunt out holding my side l.

“Henry all I ever wanted to do was love you and give you kids. But I can see you gave her a baby instead. At one point in time my own best friend. She looks so much like you” she moves to the window

“Christina. Put. My baby. Down” I demand. My heart drops when she opens the window. I step forward b stumble and Christina laughs stepping near and sitting in the sill and that’s when I start to hyperventilate and shake.

“Y/N calm down” Henry assures me

“Why couldn’t you allow me to love you Henry” she asks staring at Zara who’s clearly in distress “you knew we were having trouble to have a baby and little did I know you had already had one and thought I wouldn’t find out” I manage to grab my phone and press the lock button about 5 times feeling the vibrations. I hear a man on the phone “911 what’s your emergency?”

“Step any closer and I’ll drop her” she says

“Christina put the baby down please” I say in a softer tone. She holds Zara by her shirt holding out outside of the window of the three story house.

“Oh my god. Christina this is nuts” it feels like the walls are closing in. A quick thought comes to mind and I pass out. I keep my eyes open just a little bit and they both rush to my side. I can hear Zara crying in the background. I open my eyes seeing both Henry and Christina at my side with no baby. I muster up the strength to drive my fist full force into her face hearing a small crack. Blood gushes everywhere and she holds her nose groaning in pain “get the-“ I’m tackled to the ground and we fight for dominance of the gun.

Henry grabs the baby and leaves the room. The gun goes off again but this time in the ceiling. Me and her tussle and I wind up on top of her giving her blow after blow until I feel someone pull me off. I realize it’s Henry and I don’t even bother trying to get out of his grip because it would be pointless. All of a sudden police rush in and handcuff Christina as she struggles against the cops. The other cop grabs the gun from her.

I look up and grab the baby sobbing while trying to soothe her “you’re ok mommy’s got you”

I exhale sharply falling to my knees and Henry grabs me. The paramedics walk through the door with a stretcher. They try to grab Zara and I slap his hand away “darling let me get her”

“Get that bitch out of here then I’ll go” I say

The police escort her out and I finally oblige to the paramedics “let me have her I’ll be right here with you I promise” Henry says. I give her to him and he holds my hand

“You’ll be alright” Henry nods “As long as I’m here no one else will hurt you”

....

I wake up in a hospital room to see Henry asleep with Zara on his chest. The sunlight shines through the window and I rub my eyes. I cough groaning and that’s when he wakes up. He sets down the baby on the chair placing the blanket over top of her.

Henry stands up grabbing a chai sitting right next to me. He places his hand on my thigh and I try to sit up but moan in pain clutching my side “sweetheart lay back and relax. Are you ok?”

“Yea. Is she alright?”

“Perfect” he smiles looking at the sleeping baby with her lips poked out

“Are you ok?”

“I’m fine” he says

“So what are we gonna do?” I ask

“Nothing. You and my daughter are going to come back with me. Christina’s name wasn’t on the house and as far as I’m concerned she’ll never be near the two of you again. I called my lawyer and signed the divorce papers already. You have my word that nothing will ever happen to either of you again” I get choked up

“I just want her to be safe” I say closing my eyes feeling a tear fall. Henry kisses my head

#smut #fluff #part 2 #henry cavill series #henry cavill fluff #henry cavill x reader #henry cavill imagine #henry cavill smut #henry cavill #geralt of rivia #happy birthday henry #dramatic

[iwillgoon]

Table 4

Chapter two Get out

Paring - Negan x black!reader

Summary - Reader deals with the repercussions of the guys staying late at the diner.

Warnings - Negan being an a-hole, thoughts of racism, broken glass

Word count : 3236

Note: Thank you, to anyone who took the time out of their day to read my story. ❤️

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After sanitizing the tables, and chairs you sweep the floors; even taking the time to wipe down the table tents. Looking over your left shoulder you let out a frustrated sigh, it’s been 5 hours, and they have yet to leave. Getting the green light to close up early from your manager due to the decrease of customers in the diner, leaving only the group of guys at table 4. Who were still sitting there socializing like a group of frat boys. You didn’t like to rush customers to leave, but it’s been 5 hours. Even after your passive-aggressive approach of nonverbal cues to get them to leave wiping the table, sweeping and mopping other areas, removing the paid check. And you were fucking tired, especially since you have class tomorrow, and you couldn’t leave until they leave. Fuck this. You thought standing up from your seat deciding to give them a piece of your mind, trying to get home quickly.

“Excuse me, gentlemen, I’m sorry to tell you we are closing but there are a few places nearby open late if you want to continue the conversation.” You snarled, expression hardening a deep line appearing between your eyebrows. The convo between the three men stopped instantly at your interruption leaving Dwight, and Mustache in utter shock robbing them of speech, not expecting you to get so hostile. Except Negan, smirking at you as though he knew it was going to occur.

Spotting a grin that grew wider by the second. The corners of his mouth quirked up, “Well correct me if I’m wrong sweetheart, but if a fucking restaurant let you in the door then they must fucking provide service up until you feel goddamn ready to leave.”

Damn you did not expect for him to go off like that, he really caught you off guard. Feeling your heart rate climb a bit, swallowing hard quickly regaining your composure shooting him a frown, “ Sorry to disappoint you but, that’s not the policy here. You eat until we close.”

His eyes lighten up in amusement as if I was a dog taking the bait. He turned towards Dwight throwing a playful punch on his shoulder . “God damn, Dwight where have you been keeping this one.” Turnings his gaze back on you with a radiance in his eyes. “Well sweetheart, I don’t see any signs stating this. Also it looks like this dump could use the money so….”

A helpless anger simmered in you, hands squeezing into fist. “you fucking-“

“Hey, calm down y/n, it’s fine let me just take a piss, and we’ll be out of your hair okay.” Dwight persisted, stopping you both before things got more heated up. Raising is hands in surrender, trying to reassure you that was his only motive.

Letting out an angry breath, you nodded staring into his blue eyes, “Fine, bathroom then you all leave. Okay?”

Rising up from his seat Dwight drags himself to the bathroom leaving you with the two strangers, an awkward silence taking over the room. The man with the impressive Mustache stands up from his chair stepping towards you. He extends his hand towards you in greeting, offering a handshake. You obliged, hesitating for just a second, afraid to make actual contact with him. Eventually he broke the tension in the room, “Well excuse my rudeness, I don’t actually think I’ve properly introduced myself I’m Simon. I sincerely apologize on behalf of my friend. He's not always this off-putting.”

Pulling your hand back from his firm handshake, head bowing towards him glazing at the floor avoiding any, and all eye contact with the stranger. You shrugged, taking a sharp breath. “Um, it’s fine. been through worse.”

“Well, how about you come and sit over here with us while we wait for D over there.” Simon replied pointing to the table, strolling back to his seat pulling out a chair for you.

You politely declined his invitation trying to avoid any close range contact with Negan, not liking the lack of control over your emotions. But of course, he probably knew of your lack of composure when it came to him. Leaning back against his chair a faint tremor of amusement was on his lips, “Oh come on, he ordered the btl, and it always goes right through him. He’s gonna be a while.”

Treading slowly towards the empty chair surrendering to Negan's one single order. You really didn't have the foggiest idea what came over you, possibly it was the tiredness crawling up on you, or was this your rabbit hole that you could fall into. Whatever it was, certainly excited you as much as you prefer not to concede. Despite the fact that your gut was cautioning you not to go for somebody like him, obviously, you'd disregard it, you generally do. Negan's eyes lit up in excitement, gripping the arm of his chair, as he loomed closer, “So, how do you know our dear Dwighty. I simply Can’t believe that we have been running in the same circle, and I haven’t come across you.”

“He used to date my best friend, that's all, I barely know him.” You muttered, shoulders lifting in a half shrug. Truthfully you only met the guy three times, and you were even surprised that he remembered your name.

“Wait, so you telling me Dwighty boy knew a cute girl like you and didn’t think to set me up.” Negan exclaimed, staring at you in disbelief and you nodded in return. His compliment taking away your ability to form any speech. “I need to have a nice talk with his scrawny ass.”

You nodded mutely, yielding to the awkward mood of the night. Picking at the lint on your apron, choosing to be done with the conversation. What is taking him so long? You thought, deciding now would be a good time to check on sherry since she’s still in the kitchen doing some inventory. Just as you were about to get up a loud scream emerged from the kitchen releasing a surge of alertness through your body. Jolting your head towards the commotion. Wasting no time, leaping from your seat, upending the table, running towards the shouting, and hollering.

“Leave me the fuck alone! Didn’t you humiliate me enough D!”, Sherry yelled, shakily holding onto a piece of broken glass, pointing it towards her intruder defensively. Your eyes widened in shock at the scene unfolding in front of you, there were pieces of fine china scattered all over the floor. What the actual fuck? Dwight spotted a fearful look, his hair disheveled, breathing even but shallow. “But no you just had to come back to rub more salt in the womb? Huh!”

Raising his hands in a pleading manner, his head jerked in frantic disagreement, “You know that’s not true baby, I’m sorry for lying to you about them but I told them about you and how I’m not their little robot anymore. I swear you can even call Tracie she was there the whole time, babe I fucking swear.”

“Fuck Tracie, and fuck you. We are done, Dwight. I want you out of my life for good, now get the fuck out!” Sherry demanded, a bitterness creeping into her face. Walking closer to Dwight with the piece of broken glass now raised towards his face.

“Sherry, put that down! Are you crazy” you intervened, trying to knock some sense into your best friend. You know she was hurt, but this wasn’t the right way to go about it. However, you knew Sherry, and that she wouldn't calm down not until he was gone. “Please just leave. Haven’t you done enough? You’ve caused enough damage as it is.”

“Let’s go D, she’s not even fucking worth it.” Negan spat, pushing Dwight out of the kitchen despite his ongoing protest. Simon follows after them, throwing you an apologetic look on his way out.

Sherry tried to hold back the seething tower of tears that had been building up since the moment she had been angered. It was painful to see her like this, but all you could do was embrace her and let the torrent of her tears soak through your shirt.

—

“I miss the kids too, but I’ve just been really busy. You know with midterms coming up, and my hours at the diner. I don’t know.”, You revealed, strolling into your apartment, throwing your keys into a bowl by the door phone pressed between your shoulder and left ear. After avoiding your sister’s calls for a week, you’ve finally surrendered. After feeling guilty after reading her lengthy Instagram post about how much she misses you. “Tomorrow? Um, I don’t know Michonne, that’s my day off. And you guys live very far, and I am too fucking tired for that.”

“Stop being so dramatic, We’re only forty minutes away, and you could even spend the night. Just pack some clothes and I’ll just drive you to class, yeah?” Michonne demanded, on the other line. Slumping on the love seat, releasing a baffled moan, the idea of not having the option to have the day off picking at you. You really cherished visiting your sister, and her kids however Sundays were the days you looked forward towards. Staying in bed throughout the day, not associating with individuals was a basic need for you.

“Fine, I’ll come. Now can you stop those sappy insta posts about me. It's cringey, and kinda creepy.” You teased, getting up from the couch strolling into the kitchen attempting to discover a snack to tend your snarling stomach. Looking through every cabinet, eventually giving up your search nothing grabbing your attention. Inclining toward the island as Michonne continues to talk your ear off about how she wasn’t trying to guilt trip you. “I’m gonna let you go, but I’ll see you tomorrow, okay? Love you, bye.”

Finally ending your phone call, feeling defeated from the conversation. I guess it would be to see the kids. A lighter feeling taking over your aura as you conjure up the pros about giving up your antisocial day.

“Hey, when did you get back.” Sherry questioned, leaning against the doorway a smile planted on her face. Gazing upward in shock, Narrowing your eyes at her, the total 360 of her state of mind changes worrying you. After comforting a sobbing Sherry once the group of men left. She clarified what had happened the previous evening saying how Dwight arranged the entire thing to win her back by appearing at the diner. Even asking his friends to come with him for moral support and how he faked needing to utilize the washroom rather heading out to discover her. “I didn’t hear you come in.”

“Sorry about that, I was on the phone with Michonne. You know how it is.” You apologized, knowing how scared she gets when she’s home alone. Sherry waved it off with a considerably greater grin presently laying all over, head inclined towards you attempting to get you to ask her what she was so glad about. Knowing her, it's most probable about Dwight, you thought shaking your head. “Just come out with it Sher....”

“Okay, but before you say anything just know that I am truly happy and this time is different. I -I can feel it, I swear.” Sherry ramble, towards you giving your hand a tight squeeze. You nodded encouraging her to go on with her announcement. “I couldn’t go to sleep last night you know after everything at the diner. I just kept tossing and turning because of the burning question in my head. Like is he telling the truth? Did he truly face his folks? So I said too hell with this, I’m calling tracie, and I…..I believe him. ugh say something.”

Nodding slowly, eyebrows furrowed trying to make sense of the situation. Dwight was a good guy, but the way Sherry reacted to him last night was very alarming to you. “I don’t know sher, just a few hours ago you thought your whole world was over because of him, and-

“But it’s not like that, we are taking things slow. We’re starting over, a fresh new start, it’s different this time. Please just be happy for me. I can’t give up on us, and I need my best friend to support me.” Sherry interrupted, crossing her arms, eyes narrowed at you. She was never good at listening, or taking the truth especially when it came to her relationships.

“You know I have always supported you sher, but I just want you to be careful. Okay?” You advised, knowing that she wouldn’t take your guidance no matter what. Sherry guaranteed that she will, and how she had one more thing to report. She proceeds to explain how Dwight actually invited her to his family Gala to prove to her that he wasn't lying. And how she needed you there for backup just in case things turned left.

“So I need you to be my plus one. I promise I’ll be by your side the whole night .” Sherry asked, giving you puppy dog eyes. Pulling your arm towards her heart.

“Ugh, why me? You know I hate parties with privileged people who thinks complimenting the black girl on talking properly is a good thing .” You signed, snatching your hand back. It was true though, every time you go to parties with a predominately white crowd it was always the same damn thing. Them talking to you like you grew up in a wooden hut, reminding you how they voted for Obama like it’s a personality trait, and hearing their backhanded compliments about how proper you talk.

“That’s not true.” Sherry disagreed, throwing you a frown. You rolled your eyes at her, shaking your head at her. How would you know?

“You can’t speak on experiences you don’t go through. we’ve talked about this sher.” You stated, staring into her guilty eyes. She quickly agreed, apologizing for her ignorance.

Eventually In the long run she persuades you to go to the function saying how there will be heaps of food, and she'll clean for seven days. Who could disapprove of that? Without a doubt not you. “Okay, fine I’ll go now leave me the fuck alone.”

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Arriving at the gala you were in awe at the sight inside the building. Wall-to-wall marble floors, limestone columns, soaring vaulted ceilings and intricate ironwork decorate the interiors of the ballroom. Is this what the met gala looks like from the inside you wonder, staring up at the eclectic chandeliers, unique furnishings, and bistro lighting. Sherry was instantly pulled away from you at your arrival, promising you she’ll be back in a minute. Well it’s been an hour, and you were pissed not just in light of the fact that she disregarded you knowing how you feel about being in sceneries like this, but because the food was shit. And you were hungry. Returning from the bathroom after sitting there for 20 minutes trying to kill time, and avoid any socializing. Currently sitting at the bar trying playing an intense game on your phone.

“Are you fucking following me? You could’ve just asked me out instead, love when a woman takes charge.” a voice teased, behind your head making your body convulse in a sudden jolt. Looking up from your phone turning around in your chair, frowning at the twit who startled you. Negan? Well yeah he’s friends with Dwight idiot. He looked fine as hell though wearing a tuxedo like the entirety of different guys in participation, however his appeared as though it was made explicitly for him, custom-made better than anybody else's. His hair was slicked back with a gel. Smirk sitting on his face at your distaste at seeing him again. That didn’t stop his eyes from roaming your figure. Biting his lips satisfied with his sights. “Holy shit, you look fucking gorgeous.”

‘And you look fucking beautiful,' your demons were nearly commending the man before you, a supposition you shared;

“Thanks.” You uttered, gazing towards the ground. His presence leaving a burning sensation on your skin.

“Listen, what happened last night was fucking insane. Definitely wasn’t expecting your bestie to go all buckwild on Dwight.” Negan recalled, detecting your strain towards him. You nodded in agreement, never seeing Sherry enraged in all your years of friendship. “And I’ll say we didn’t exactly left off on the right foot last night. But I do remember you starting it.”

Arms tightly crossed, you throwing him a glare,“I started it? No, you and your little friends were supposed to leave once we closed, but you guys stayed late on purpose knowing that we were closing. That was on you.”

He lifted his shoulder in a half shrug, “Listen, I just came to support a friend. Got tired of him crying like a little pussy over her, so I said fuck it. Told him to drive up to that little raggedy old diner, and to win his girl back. And it worked.”

You stayed silent, realizing where it counts he was correct. He was just trying to help his friend, who could be mad at that? And he was actually right, Sherry and Dwight eventually did work things out so you had nothing to be mad about. Tucking a loose curl behind your ear releasing a deep sign. “Yeah, I guess it did”

“Let me make it up to you. The food here is absolute dog shit. There’s a little diner around the corner, foods a whole lot better than the dump you work at.” Negan offered, gripping the arm of your chair leaning closer, throwing you at slight wink. Making your heart beat faster at the closeness between you two. Wow he is so fucking gorgeous and he knows it.

You instantly froze, the thought of being alone with him terrified you, for the most part since you would make a damn fool out of yourself. Thinking up a good excuse you gulped “No, thank you. I don’t even know you Negan. For all I know you could be some psycho serial killer. Might bash my head In with a bat or something.”

“I promise I won’t try anything, all I want is to just make up for last night. I fucking promise sweetheart. My treat.” Negan assured, staring straight into your eyes with an intense gaze, showing you that he was serious. I could stare at his eyes all fucking day 24/7

Your eyes perk up, my treat who could say no to free food especially since the food here was shit, and you were a broke college student. But you did come with Sherry and she will definitely be concerned once she understands you're not there. Fuck her she left me alone for TWO hours you concluded, the anger you felt towards her overclouded your conscious to do the right hing. “Fine. But if you try anything I swear I’ll-”

Negan lifted your chin, “I know, y/n. You're safe with me I promise.”

Neither of you moved a muscle. You could hear his own heartbeat; he could even hear your nervous breaths. Grabbing your purse sending Negan a nod, the two of you head out towards the entrance. As you two stroll towards the diner you gaze toward the sky silently praying to the higher realms that you won’t do anything you’d regret.

#negan fanfiction #negan x black!reader #negan x reader #negan x poc #negan x woc #simon #dwight #sherry #black woman #negan #negan x oc #gala #negan x y/n #negan x you

[winchester-books]

Vendetta

Based On: Supernatural

Characters: Reader, Sam, Dean (Platonic)

Warnings: Mild Language, Sibling Death, Angst

Word Count: 600

Summary: Y/N has been searching for months for the thing that killed her sister, things don’t go quite as planned when she finally finds it.

A/N: I’m happy that I finally felt motivated to write something again! I hope to keep writing, thank you to everyone who has stayed and supported me through this rough patch of writing!

“Dean, turn around, please,” you begged, trying to ignore the throbbing pain coursing through your whole body, “I’m fine, okay- this hunt is more important!”

“The hunt almost just got you killed,” Dean said gruffly, shaking his head as he peeled into the motel parking lot.

“I’m fine!” You huffed, throwing your head against the cushion of the back seat, “Sammy,” you glared up at the younger Winchester, “Tell you’re idiot brother that I’m fine!”

Sam unbuckled his seatbelt and stepped out of Baby, “Y/N, I know how much you want this thing dead, but Dean’s right about this one,” he said simply, opening the back door and holding out his hand to you.

You shook your head, “Nope. I’m not moving until we go back and kill that bastard,”

“Y/N, if I don’t stich up that gash in your arm soon, we’re gonna have to take you to an actual hospital,” Sam taunted, knowing how much you despised hospitals, “And if the possibility of bleeding out isn’t enough to stop you, you’re ankel is. It’s broken- not even you can deny that,” he deadpanned, shaking his hand impatiently as he waited for you to grab it.

You scowled and rolled your eyes, but grabbed his hand and allowed him to help you out of the Impala, “Please, just hurry up. We have to get out there before our lead goes cold,” You couldn’t hide your wince of pain when you tried to put all of your weight on your ankle.

“Here,” Sam said gently as he slipped his arm around your waist and easily took the majority of your weight. Dean opened the door the motel and Sam guided you inside and sat you down onto the bed, immediately starting to tend to your bloody arm.

You rolled your eyes, bracing yourself for the lecture Dean was bound to give you.

You looked up at him, his jaw locked as he paced, “Just say it already, Dean-” The words barely left your mouth before he started.

“What the hell was that!” He scolded, throwing his arms into the air, “You almost got yourself killed!”

“Stop being so dramatic Dean!” You groaned, “I had everything under control-”

“Everything under control?” Dean repeated, his eyes looking like they were going to pop out of his head, “You charged in with one weapon, and you decided to do it without even telling me or Sammy!” Dean yelled, his eyes full of furry.

“I’m not a child Dean!” You hissed back, “I can take care of myself-”

“Take care of...” Dean trailed off, shaking his head as he ran his hand down his face, “Y/N look at yourself,” he gestured to you, his voice booming, “Your lucky your still breathing-”

“Could you two please stop screaming at each other for one minute, I’m trying to concentrate,” Sam snapped, butting into the conversation, “And Y/N, stitching up your arm would be a hell of a lot easier if you stopped moving,”

You mumbled an apology and tried your best to stay still as Sam focused back on his work, “Dean,” you said, trying to keep your voice as calm as possible, “I get it, you’re worried about me, but I don’t have time for broken ankles or lectures right now- I have to get back out there!”

Dean sighed, looking down at you with pity in his eyes, “Y/N, I know how much this hunt means to you but-”

“For Chuck’s sake, would you two stop saying that!” You seethed, “That thing- It murdered my sister! You two are the only people I’d expect to actually understand how I feel, but you don’t!” You tossed your head back, your eyes starting to fill with tears.

“For months I have been checking out every possible lead to find this monster and there’s been nothing,” you took a breath, “Until now- and Dean, I didn’t just get a lead, I found the son of a bitch! So please, please, just let me get back out there, it could be the only chance we have,”

“Y/N,” Dean shook his head, his tone firm but his eyes filled with pity, “You know we can’t let go back out there. You’re hurt, you’ll get yourself killed,”

“Dean, please,”

“I’m sorry,” he said, “We’ll keep following the leads, okay? We won’t loose him, I promise,”

You scoffed, shaking your head as the tears rolled down your cheeks, “It killed my sister, Dean,” you said softly, for once, after what felt like ages, actually processing the words you were saying.

The past few moths you had put everything into finding the think that killed her. Focusing on that was easier that dealing with the fact that she was actually gone.

“She’s really gone Dean,”

The realization hit you like a ton of bricks as you felt like your world was ripping in two.

“I know,” Dean whispered wrapping his arms around you tightly and placing his chin on top of your head. He sat quietly, stroking your messy hair, not saying a word as you let the sobs rack your body, “It’s going to be okay. I’m here Y/N,” he said softly, pulling you a little closer.

#sam winchester #spn imagine #spn imagines #supernatural imagines #dean winchester #supernatural imagine #spn #supernatural #castiel #dean #Dean x reader #dean winchester angst #dean winchester fluff #Dean fluff #dean fic #hunter #dean fanfiction #dean winchester x sister #winchester sister #Dean winchester imagine #Dean imagine

[brianc521]

Vegas Baby

This is exactly what you didn’t want to have happen. This is what you were trying to prevent. But like you guessed, here you sit in the middle of your bed, knees pulled to your chest, forehead on your knees as you try to hold back a scream.

Shawn steps in the room, staring at his phone but when he hears your suppressed sob he whips his head up.

“Honey?” He panics, throwing his phone at his pillow and climbing on the bed. “Hey, hey, hey,” He whispers, hands finding your shoulders, trying to soothe you. “Hey,” He says again, moving so you’re sitting between his legs.

You sob harder, now that Shawn’s sitting right next to you.

“You’re okay,” He hums, chin tucking onto your shoulder, plump lips brushing against your ear as he attempts to soothe you. “You’re okay, I’ve got you.”

You turn into him, burying your face in his chest. His hand reaching up and cradling the back of your head. He lets you cry, knowing you need to get whatever it is out of your system.

You take a deep breath, letting the smell of Shawn and home, calm you.

“What’s wrong?”

You’re about to answer when another voice startles you both.

“Shawn!” Aaliyah calls, “Mom wants to know where you’re strainer is-” She stops when she turns into the room to find you both curled into each other, Shawn softly murmuring in your ear.

The condo has been overrun with family lately, everyone wanting to be apart of the planning.

He looks up at his sister, pleading look in his eyes as he shakes his head.

“I’ll find it,” She whispers, reaching for the door knob, pulling the door closed.

“It’s in the cabinet above the fridge,” You croak as you look at Aaliyah over Shawn’s shoulder.

She nods, giving a sad smile as she shuts the door.

“Baby what’s wrong?” Shawn asks again, tilting your chin to look up at him. “Talk to me.”

“It’s wedding stuff,” You pout your lips up at him. His eyebrows furrow as he pulls back. “We went dress shopping today,” You sigh. “And I didn’t like anything, and the ones I tried on made me feel so fucking bad about myself,”

Shawn stops you, shaking his head. “Then they’re not the dress. If you don’t feel as beautiful as you are then it’s not the dress.”

You purse your lips, watery eyes peering into his golden brown ones.

“Shawn, I’m worried I’m never gonna the dress,” Your lip wobbles. “Or the table cloths, or the flowers, and the heels.”

“Hey, woah,” He puts a finger to your lips.

“I don’t wanna do it anymore Shawn,”

His eyes widen, heart racing. “W-what?”

You sit up quickly, knowing what he thought you meant versus what you actually meant. “Shawn,” You grab his face, since he’s starting to pull away. “Listen to me, I want to get married,”

“Then?”

“I don’t want to plan a wedding,”

He sits on that for a second, stews over what you’ve said. Let’s his heart and brain come to the terms that you still want him, you just don’t want the pressure of the big production. He just stares at your face, eyes scanning over your features while he let’s past conversations fly through his mind.

“I’ve never really thought about my wedding.”

“A small wedding, backyard ones are so pretty.”

“Why are you asking me what kind of ring I would want? Do I look like I know that shit? I don’t even know what I want for dinner.”

“Then lets elope.” He shrugs.

Your head whips up at his answer, eyes going wide at the idea. It sounds so appealing, and quite honestly it’s all you really want.

“Your mother would kill you,” You shake your head at him, knowing that everyone around you wants the big production. They want the dress and flowers, cake and pictures.

“It’s not about my mother,” He shakes his head, dipping his chin to catch your eyes. “It’s about my Bride.”

You blush when he calls you that, smiling at the way he takes your left hand, rubbing his thumb up and down your ring finger.

“And if my Bride doesn’t want a big wedding then we won’t have one, it’s her day.”

“It’s our day,” You lean up, resting your forehead against his. “You mean it? You’ll elope?”

“I just wanna be married to you,” He whispers, “I just want my wife happy.”

“You make her happy.”

“Then let’s elope so I don’t find her having a breakdown in the middle of our bed anymore.”

“Yeah?”

“Yeah Honey,” He laughs, pulling you closer. “Courthouse, private minister, fucking Vegas I don’t care, I just want you.”

You pipe up at that last option. You grin, pulling away a little, squinting at him.

“What?”

“You know how I’ve always said how I never dreamed of my wedding?”

“Mhm,”

“Maybe I have once or twice,”

“Okay?”

“Little White Chapel, with” You pause for dramatic effect. “Elvis,”

Shawn smiles, leans up a little bit. Kisses your lips once, twice, thrice. “Pack a bag, I’ll call a jet, let’s get married tonight.” He says against your lips.

You squeal, “Really?”

The way your eyes sparkle, the happiness radiating off you.

“Yeah, go.” He pats your bottom as you scramble to the closet and he fumbles for his phone.

**

You giggle as he tugs your hand, trying to get you in the building before someone recognizes him.

“Hi!” A woman says from behind a counter.

Shawn turns and looks at her, and blanches when her face lights up.

“Oh! You’re Sha-”

“Shh!” He rushes to the counter, you in tow. “Shh,”

“Hi there,” You smile at her.

“H-h-hi,” She stutters.

“Can I ask you a question?”

“Yeah,” She nods.

“How much do you know about Elvis and Priscilla Presley?” You ask.

Shawn stares at you confused, but turns to the girl as she starts to answer.

“Everything!”

“So you know when they got married, how they kept it a secret, that way it was a personal private event for Priscilla,” You nod.

“Mhm,”

“Wanna be apart of our Elvis and Priscilla story?”

Shawn gapes at you, so amazed at how easily you just swooped in and saved the day.

“Oh my god, that’s so romantic.” The young girl swoons.

“I’m gonna go freshen up,” You tell Shawn, kissing his cheek.

“I’ll start the paperwork,” He nods as you walk away.

Carrie, the young girl, starts telling Shawn how this is gonna go, and preps the hall space the way he knows you’d like it. Carrie will be your witness, and he paid a little extra for another because he knows you’re gonna lose it when you see who it is.

“Can you go check on her?” He asks softly, now that he’s speaking with the Elvis Presley impersonator who will be officiating the wedding.

“Of course,” Carrie responds.

She knocks and slowly enters, to see you in a white summer dress, fixing your hair and applying a little make up.

“Oh you look beautiful,” She gushes once the door is closed.

“I wanted to dress up a little,” You tell her, looking at her through the mirror.

“He’s gonna be smitten,” She tells you, rushing to help pin some hair back for you. “He already is,”

You bite your lip, thinking back to your man that’s out there, doing this for you. The one that flew you to Vegas, on a private jet because you didn’t want to have to pick out tablecloths and centerpieces. The one who’s in black slacks and a white button up shirt at 9 pm, to marry you.

“Let me go see if he’s ready okay?” Carrie snaps you from your thoughts.

“Okay,”

She steps out of the room and you take a few deep breaths, and then jump when she nods, waving for you to start your journey back to Shawn at the altar.

She hands you a bouquet of red roses that Shawn paid for, telling you that he’d wanted you to have them for the ceremony. You smile, and watch as she rushes in to take a seat at the hall where Shawn, Elvis, and your surprise witness are waiting.

You hear the soft chords of ‘Can’t Help Falling In Love’ and you smile as you start to walk in.

Shawn gasps when he sees you, not knowing you’d brought a dress to wear.

He bites his lip, and tears up when you smile at him.

When you finally reach him he takes your hand, and pulls you close as Elvis starts to talk about love, and the meaning of sharing a life together. You share vows, and it’s your turn to gasp when Shawn pulls your left hand up, taking your engagement ring off, replacing it with a new, bigger diamond.

“Shawn,”

“Shh,” He leans down and kisses your cheek, smiling cheekily as he looks to Elvis.

“Come on Son, kiss your bride,”

No one has to tell him twice, he pulls you close, kissing you deeply, dipping you down and laughing with you when Carrie cheers happily.

He stands you back up, pulling back just enough to say “I love you” and for you to repeat it.

“We’re married,” You say with wide eyes.

“Yep, Elvis, Carrie, and,” He turns to the other witness so you’ll notice them. “Just witnessed it.” 

You turn and gasp, there standing beside Carrie is a man dressed in all black, and his belt buckle says ‘Cash’.

“You got me Johnny Cash?” You turn to Shawn with a start struck impression.

“Happy Wedding Day?” He says with a laugh.

“Knew I married you for a reason, best husband ever,”

“Go, take a picture before I whisk you away,” He wiggles his eyebrows, shooing you away so he can pay Elvis.

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You sit on the private jet, asleep against Shawn’s shoulder when the attendant wakes you both up.

“Mr. and Mrs. Mendes, we’ve arrived at your destination.”

You sit up, looking at Shawn and stretching. “That flight home seemed to take forever compared to the flight there,”

“Mhm,” Shawn hums, walking off first so he can help you down.

When you step off the plane you’re hit in the face with sweltering heat. You look around and gasp loudly.

“Shawn?”

“Happy honeymoon?” He says warily as you take in your beautiful surroundings.

“Where did you take me?” You look at him as he holds his hand out for yours.

“Hawaii?”

“Shawn!”

“What I was sticking with the Elvis theme?”

You laugh, taking his hand and letting him take you to the rental car. “You planned it all didn’t you,”

“What do you think I was doing while you were in the shower.”

“So who knows,”

“Andrew, kind of needed help making it all happen.”

“But he’s the only one?” You ask.

“Yes,” He nods. “But hopefully not for long, I’d like to show off my wife.”

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[gingerwritess]

An idea (if you’ve not already written this) Loki and Elliot both have the flu (or severe cold) and Loki just knows he’s gonna die from this Midgardian bug. Reader is trying to take care of both before she gets sick too.

i can’t—this whole concept cracks me the feck up, thANK YOU FOR THIS REQUEST

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“I never realised that the ever-nearing release of death would taste so sweet.” His voice is muffled under a pillow as he struggles to pull yet another blanket up to his chin. “I expected a bitterness, a dying, stale bitterness, but not this…”

“Ah yes, this ‘elixir of approaching death’ is bubblegum flavoured.” You sigh and open a new box of tissues, sticking them in the corner of the bed near his head as you take back the little cup of cough medicine. “All we had was the kids version, I quadrupled the dosage for you. You actually think this stuff tastes good?”

“Taste is an abstract concept,” he moans, a hand emerging from the pile of blankets to grab a tissue before retreating back into hiding with a hugely exaggerated sniff.

This is getting ridiculous…although it is a tiny bit refreshing to see your god of a husband taken out by something as trivial and as human as a common cold. The poor guy had woken up with a scratchy throat and had nearly blown a hole through the roof—“there’s something in my throat!! My throat, my throat, there’s something in my throat that I didn’t put there—DARLING, IT HURTS—”

Sore throats are apparently unheard of on Asgard. As are stomachaches, cramps, fevers, stuffy noses, and the overall idea of snot.

“I should have appreciated taste while I still possessed the ability to do so. I don’t believe I’ll ever know senses again—not that it will matter.” There’s a wet honk as he blows his nose. “Becau’de I’ll be dead.”

“…you’re not dying.”

“Life…death…such a fickle thing,” he practically sobs, clamping the pillow down over his face. “I never thought it would end so soon. I-I had so much more I wanted to achieve, I had thousands of years left to live!”

“Again, not dying.”

“Shhh. At least I will die by your side, my love.” He peeks out from under the pillow and reaches weakly for your hand, his eyes red and puffy. It’s hard to take him seriously right now, being so over dramatic and with two wads of tissue stuffed up his nose, but you give him a sweet smile and take his hand.

Ew, he’s all cold and clammy.

“You’ve given me everything, my love,” he sniffs and holds your hand tightly, trying for a weak smile. “Our time together has changed who I am, and…and I owe you everything.”

“Mhm. Are you seeing a bright light yet?” You brush a few sweaty strands of hair from his forehead and he melts into your touch, closing his eyes.

“Yes…yes, I see it! Should I chase after it?” His eyes fly open and he becomes fixed on the ceiling fan, eyes going in circles as he follows the blades around and around and around—

“Stop watching the fan, you’ll make yourself throw up,” you sigh, leaning down to press a quick kiss to his sweaty forehead. “Bleh. Okay, I’m going to go check on Elliot. Oh, and that’s just the bedroom light, not death’s door.”

“Don’t leave me,” he pleads and reaches a hand out to you. “I always knew I would die alone, but-but I want your heavenly smile to be the last thing I see before I go.”

You roll your eyes and turn back around, dropping your head against the doorframe with another exasperated sigh. “Loki, for the last time, you’re not dying. You’re both going to be fine, it’s just gonna hurt for a couple days.”

“Denial, you’re already in denial, darling,” he wails, flopping back onto the pillows and spreading his arms wide in defeat. “My time has come and all I can wish for are your lips, just once more, I beg of you…”

“You are such an idiot.”

He lifts his head to look at you, his eyes pleading and pained. “Hush, please, just kiss me once more and send me off with the taste of you lingering on my fading lips…”

Shaking your head with a small smile, you walk back over to his bedside and he flops back onto the pillows, reaching for you with weak arms. “Please don’t make me kiss you.”

“You wouldn’t revoke the wish of a dying man, would you?”

There’s still tissue shoved up his nose.

You take the empty little cup of medicine and the box of tissues, holding it out to him. “Blow your nose like a proper human and maybe I‘ll reconsider.”

You’ve never seen such a sad, utterly defeated look in the eyes of a man before. Loki gives a violent cough and throws an arm over his eyes, staggering his breathing with a groan. “Tend to my son with care. Send him my eternal love, you immortal mortal.”

Somehow you had managed to evade this wave of flu season and Loki just can not comprehend how he has been so beaten by this “measly virus” while you, a proud every-morning orange juice drinker, had by some divine power been able to survive. Elliot got hit hard, and you think he’s the one who brought the sickness home, considering he spends most of his days in a classroom with a bunch of sticky, slimy, sometimes even drooling little kids.

Thank goodness your child is practically perfect in every way.

“MOMMYYYYY!” Elliot’s screaming for you from the bathroom down the hall. “I THREW’D UP!”

Practically…perfect…

“Don’t go into the light, babe,” you sigh and give Loki another kiss on the forehead, immediately gagging when you pull away and wiping off your mouth. “Ew, why did I do that again?”

“Ew?!” Loki repeats as you walk out the door, leaving him wailing under his pile of blankets. “You kiss me and say ‘ew’? I’m dying, and all you can say is ‘ew’—”

“Oh my god, I’ll kiss you later.”

Elliot is laying on the floor of the bathroom, having brought his pillow and blanket in to continue his nap by the toilet. “My everything hurts,” he whimpers when you kneel down beside him, running your hand through his hair.

“Don’t you want to get back in bed, sweetie?” The tile floor can’t possibly be comfortable, but he shakes his head and rolls onto his side.

“Too hot.” His fever has finally broken, so that’s not surprising.

“M’kay…why don’t you come lay in bed with dad?” You rub a comforting hand over his back. “Your own personal ice cube, that’ll make you feel better. And I think he could use the company.”

Elliot sniffs and slowly nods, sitting up and rubbing a tired hand over his eyes. After having him rinse out his mouth and drink some water, you pick him up and carry him back to your bedroom where Loki is surprisingly sitting up…and staring at the tissue in his hands with a look of pure horror.

“My brain,” he whispers, looking up at you with wide, watering eyes, “is leaking. Through my nose.”

“…no, it’s not.”

“Then what is this?!” He waves the dirty tissue at you as you lay Elliot on the bed, helping him prop his head up with an extra pillow.

“Oh my god, Loki, throw that away! That’s disgusting!”

Elliot curls up into a little ball and scoots over closer to his dad, who’s now fallen into some kind of paralysing shock, staring blankly at the foot of the bed in horror.

“All my knowledge,” he whispers, “everything I’ve ever known, dripping from my nose. This death is cruel, cruel, to keep me alive just to watch myself go mad.”

“Wait, we’re gonna die?” Elliot pipes up from under Loki’s arm—Loki hasn’t even seemed to notice until now that his son is there, as he is far too concerned with his “liquified brain.”

“No, no, no, neither of you are dying.” You fall onto the bed with a groan, rubbing your aching temples. “I swear if you say that one more time, Loki, I’m not even kissing you when you’re better.”

“Death is only natural, Elliot,” Loki murmurs, completely ignoring you, pulling the little boy into his arms and clutching him to his chest. “I always believed we would have more time together, but—”

“You’re nOT DYING, LOKI.”

“…see, your mother can’t quite accept the truth of the matter. Don’t be afraid, Elliot. I’m with you.”

Elliot’s gaping at you, stuck in his father’s hold and absolutely terrified. “I don’t wanna die! Mommy, I don’t wanna die!”

“Loki! Oh my god!” You hiss and clap a hand over Loki’s mouth, pulling your son into a hug. “You’re not going to die, I promise. You’re just a little bit sick! Both of you.” You shoot Loki a pointed glare. “Can you just trust me for a second? You’ll start feeling better in a few minutes when the medicine kicks in.”

“You’ve drugged us.”

“Yes, Loki, I drugged you. Now shut it before I shut you up myself.”

Loki pulls Elliot back against his chest and reaches for the tissues, shoving another wad up one nostril without breaking your gaze, and even in this state of “almost death,” you swear he smirks at your threat. And when he speaks, slowly turning a frosty blue as he runs a hand over Elliot’s sweaty back, his voice is all clogged up and nasally; “I’d cer’nly die a habby man.”

“That was SO attractive.”

He waves a blue hand at his face, heaving a great sigh that‘s just screaming for your sympathy and affection.

“That’s the best I can do. My brain is leaking, and death is inevitable.”

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hope you enjoyed, feel free to send me ideas!

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[buckyspetpsychopath]

We’re perfect

David dobrik x reader

Vlog squad

A/N: this was requested, and I wrote this from my phone notes so I hope this is ok! 😊

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I open the door to David’s house instantly hearing the laughter and chatter. I smile and walk in and over the the living room where everyone was sprawled out. Carly is the first to notice me there and smiles, getting up to hug me. I go around the room giving people hugs after not seeing them for a week. When I make it to David the first thing I notice is his pissed off expression. Everyone falls back into their own conversations as I sit myself down on davids lap like I usually do.

“What are you doing here?” He hisses and I’m a little taken back.

“Uhm I texted you. But you didn’t respond and I saw on Instagram that people were here and I haven’t seen you for a couple days so I thought I’d come over.” I mumble and he scoffs.

“When I didnt respond wasn’t that an indicator that I didn’t want you to come. You’re always here, I need some space” he whines pushing me off him onto the couch next to him. My eyes fill with tears but I look away from him.

“Fine, whatever have your space I don’t care” I hiss back at him quietly before standing up. I cough a little to choke back my tears. “Uhm. I just realised, Ive got somewhere I need to be and I’m gonna be late so I’ll see you guys later” I announce to everyone and a round of see you laters arise.

“Will we see you tonight?” Corinna asks and my eyebrows furrow in confusion.

“Tonight?” I trail off and everyone seems to look at each other oddly.

“The party? Here...” heath exclaims, assuming I’d know there was a party thrown by my boyfriend at his house. I clench my jaw and look towards David. He sinks deeper into the cushions and I scoff.

“Oh yeah. I forgot. Uhm, I’ll try and make it over” I say and everyone woohs. David makes no effort to say goodbye to me so I storm out the door and go home.

I spend the next few hours getting ready, making sure to look extra good. When it’s time to go I uber over to davids, not taking the chance of driving and being too drunk to drive home. The music is thumping as I step out of the Uber, thanking the driver. I walk up the path and open the door. The party was in full swing. A lot of people fill the house making it smell of sweat, alcohol and pizza but it’s nice. Everyone is chatting or dancing. I look around for David but can’t seem to find him when I feel a tap on my back. I turn around and my eyes widen. One of my best friends from back home is standing in front of me.

“Dylan!” I squeal and dive into his arms. He spins me around and I giggle. He sets me down again and I furrow my eyebrows. “Not that I’m not excited you’re here but why are you here?” I question and he smirks holding his hand up. I see a ring on his engagement finger and my jaw drops. Him and his boyfriend have been dating for around 5 years- high school sweethearts I guess.

“I’m engaged bitch” he grins and I jump up and down like a kid.

“Wait what? When? How? Who proposed to who? I better be a bridesmaid” I ramble and he holds my shoulders stopping me from talking. I had caught the attention of a couple of people and they look over curiously.

“I proposed to him and obviously he said yes. Of course you’re my best man- woman” he says and I grin flinging my arms around him.

“Where is Adam?” I ask before I feel arms wrap around my waist spinning my around. I squeal and laugh as they set me down. I turn and see Adam with three plastic cups in his hand.

“Hey, I was getting us drinks” he smiles and then sees liquid on the floor that used to be in the cups from when he spun me around. He shrugs and wraps his arm around me looking down at me. “Did he tell you?” He asks and I nod.

“Congratulations” I smile hugging him properly.

“We need to get a picture so I can post my congrats on Instagram” I laugh and they roll their eyes. We go off to find a nice place for a picture. I call Natalie over as she is closest to me and ask her to take a couple pictures, she agrees immediately.

We take one normal smiling photo before we take a couple goofy ones. We finally take one that we’re all happy with and thank natalie.

“Hey, who are those guys?” Mariah asks.

“Ohh. It’s not like that. They’re gay, they’ve just gotten engaged! They’re my friends back home. I don’t know who invited them here but here they are” I smile.

“Oh. I mean we knew you’d never cheat on David but it looked a bit suspicious until you explained” Liza exclaims and I laugh.

“No other than a real drunk night in high school involving a game of truth or dare when Dylan and I had to kiss- there’s nothing there, he’s completely gay and infatuated with Adam.” I grin.

“And you’re too infatuated with David to even comprehend the glares he’s sending you right now” Kristen giggles pointing behind me at David, who was in fact staring at me angrily. He rolls his eyes when we make eye contact and stumbles off with his camera.

I sigh and follow after him. He stands alone in a secluded part of the kitchen.

“Hey I was looking for you where have you been” I smile trying to lighten his mood.

“Sure, you didn’t seem to be looking for me. Had your hands all over those guys. I mean what the fuck. If you’re gonna cheat on me, don’t do it right under my fucking nose. Wait until your in private, slut” he spits and my eyes widen. He bumps my shoulder roughly as he passes me and makes me topple over, slicing my palm open.

“Wow David calm down bro” heath jumps between us.

“David, you need to go cool off” zane pushes him away as he stands looking at me angrily, unfazed by my bleeding hand. Natalie rushes over with a kitchen towel wrapping it around my hand. I look at David hurtfully.

“What the fuck? I didn’t do anything wrong. If you took any notice of me at all you’d know they’re my friends-who are gay and also engaged. You’ve been too busy ignoring me all night and for the past week at that. If you’re gonna break up with me just do it like a man. Now. Don’t be a pussy and drag it out” I yell at him. His eyes widen and he steps towards me, I flinch and move behind Scott. The most pain I’ve ever seen flashes behind davids eyes in that moment.

“Are you scared of me?” He mumbles. By now, the music had been turned off and everyone was watching our argument. I avoid eye contact with him as a tear slips out. My hand is throbbing and I look down at it, the blood has soaked throw the towel.

“Fuck, can someone please help me clean my hand” I sob. A couple people step foraward but David beats them to it.

“Let me do it” he states. Zane and Scott look at me for confirmation. “Oh come on. I’m not gonna hurt her.” He groans. “Just let me help you, please” he chokes out, looking directly at me now. I bite my lip and nod. We silently go into the bathroom as he seats me on the counter. He closes the door and reaches down under the sink to retrieve the first aid kit. He pulls out the supplies and silently starts cleaning the cut. I hiss but he continues.

“I’m sorry” he whispers.

“That’s your apology” I roll my eyes.

“I wasn’t finished.” He grits. “Im sorry for how I’ve been treating you, it was killing me ignoring you.” He states.

“Then why were you? And what’s with all the stuff tonight, you’d know I’d never cheat on you”

“I just... it’s gonna sound so stupid.” He sighs running a hand through his hair. He’d finished bandaging my hand now, it wasn’t deep enough to need stitches, so I put my hand on his cheek. He sighs leaning into my touch. “I was avoiding you, and being mean to you because I was falling for you -way too hard and way too quick.” He exclaims and I stay silent, nodding for him to continue. “I just... with Liza, it took me so long to fall in love. Not for any reason, we just took things slow. And she’s the only real girlfriend I’ve ever had. Then when I met you, I fell so so hard. I couldn’t stop thinking about you. And I got scared, things were moving too quick between us, I panicked” he shrugs.

“I think things are just fine. So what if we’re moving a little fast, we’re at the right pace for us” I smile softly.

“I know it’s only been 4 months but I’m in love with you” He whispers.

“I’m in love with you too” I whisper back after a moment of processing his words. He looks relieved as he places a deep kiss on my lips. “I’ve missed that” he grins moving into kiss me again. We pull away from each other with little grins that cannot seem to leave our faces. I hop off the counter and lace my non bandaged hand in his as we leave the bathroom. Our immediate friend group are sat in the living room- most likely trying to hear our conversation and hopefully failing. Everyone else had left.

“We sent them home” Todd speaks up when they see our confusion. We both nod and David pulls his hand away from mine, wrapping his arm around my shoulder and pulling me close to him. He leaves a kiss on my forehead as a small grin makes its way onto my face.

“Sooo you guys are ok?” Carly asks, speaking up for everyone. I look up at David and smile making him lean down and kiss my nose.

“Yeah were good” I confirm and everyone let’s out a sigh of relief.

“I thought we were gonna have to choose between you guys and I couldn’t do that” zane sighs dramatically making me giggle.

“We’re good” I repeat looking up at David again.

“We’re perfect” davids smiles pulling me close to him again. A warmth spreads through my chest and I feel like a little girl who’s crush just admitted that he likes her back- all giddy. Everyone starts filing out and then it’s just me, David and natalie. Natalie heads to her room and David and I head off to bed.

“What you’re not gonna edit anything?” I ask, which is seemingly all he does lately, he barely sleeps. He shakes his head.

“I don’t have to post until tomorrow, and I wanna spend some time with my girl tonight” he states, bringing my hand up to press a kiss to my bandage and I blush. The warmth rising in my chest again and butterflies rushing through my stomach when he calls me his girl.

“I love you” I whisper.

“Im never gonna get tired of hearing that, i love you too, let’s go to sleep” he laughs pulling me over to his bed to cuddle.

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[seungminty]

Tipsy Nights and Heart Eyes // Changbin

prompt: You’re an emotional drunk and really really love your boyfriend (so fluffy it’s ridiculous + ot9!crack)  1.7k

bc I’m always an embarrassing drunk and our boys are the sweetest ever

-mads<3

“So that’s why I believe that the BBC should continue to be licence-free instead of switching to the state for its income.” I nodded along with my colleague, hoping my face didn’t show my internal screaming that had continued throughout the whole riveting 20-minute conversation. I smiled gratefully when he said he was going to go find an intern he wanted me to meet, and I only just managed to stop myself from bolting out the door. 

Why the hell I agreed to go to this stupid office party I had no idea. Well, actually, it was probably because everyone at the office thought I was no fun. What they didn't know is that I am also defensive as hell, so damn right I stormed into this packed club 30 minutes late, wearing the sparkliest dress I could find and ready to party. However, the night didn't turn out to be as wild as I thought. A colleague had latched onto me early on, boring me half to death and barely letting me get a word in. Out of the corner of my eye, I saw him return with a reluctant looking intern in tow. I looked from them to the group of colleagues doing shots in the corner, weighed up my options, and bolted towards the drunken huddle. 

That’s how I ended up 20 minutes later, downing my 5th shot of some neon alcohol, singing an out-of-tune ABBA song and trying very hard not to fall off my bar-stool. My bemused eventually colleagues decided, much to my complaints, that they should probably call me a taxi. I managed to mumble out my boyfriend’s number, and only caught the beginning of the phone call before I was dragged away by our very funny, yet very drunk receptionist to dance. We danced and danced, cheered on by the rest of the club-goers, and for the first time in a long while, I felt relaxed and happy in front of my coworkers. I was so happy in fact, that I was about to attempt a cartwheel when I felt a soft hand clasp the wrists of my raised arms. I turned round to find the amused, yet concerned face of my boyfriend, who I was so happy to see that I immediately wrapped my arms around him, before peppering kisses all over his face. When he overcame the shock, he chuckled, and after grabbing my hands again, whispered in his familiar honey-like voice;

“I think it’s time to get you to bed love, before anyone gets seriously injured.”

I pouted but allowed him to pull me towards the door. As we passed them, I mumbled some sort of farewell to my colleagues, who for once, looked sad to see me leave and cheered me on as I clumsily left the club, but not before I gave them one last air punch as I exited the door. Changbin wrapped his arms securely around my waist and shoulders while I rested my head in the crook of his neck as he walked -more like dragged- me back to his car. I hardly had my seatbelt on when I felt all my giddy drunkness start to evaporate, leaving behind a wave of tiredness. Through my half-shut eyes, I saw Changbin look over at my suddenly crumpled state, letting out a chuckle before he began to reverse out of his parking space and head home.

‘You look super pretty, by the way.’

I smiled as I shut my eyes, the sounds of the car engine and Changbin’s soft humming lulling me to sleep. I was only half-awake when I felt my car door open and Changbin reach across me to unbuckle my seatbelt before helping me out the car. Managing to open my eyes, I quickly realised that no, this wasn't my apartment block, but the dorms. I opened my mouth to object but he seemed to read my mind, as always.

“No, I’m not leaving you at your apartment just because I have work tomorrow. My girlfriend can’t even walk straight, of course, I'm not going to just ditch her.”

My heart swelled at his words, and that was promptly followed by a very strong urge to throw up. Luckily we managed to reach the dorm without any incidents, except an encore of the ABBA songs from myself.

We passed a shocked looking Woojin as we tumbled into the living room, and I was promptly ushered to the sofa and told to sit down to wait for Changbin to find my pjs, and at this point, I was more sleepy than anything else, so I did so without much protest. My eyes were once again half-shut when I felt a soft blanket get tucked around me, and the sofa dip next to me. I opened my eyes and did slightly over-dramatic gasp as I saw Jeongin giving me a shy smile, looking slightly wary due to my drunken state. 

“And what do you think of you’re doing this up late young man?” I attempted to use my best mom voice, trying my best to remain stern even though I was pretty sure I added in a few unnecessary words just there.

Jeongin just gave me a sheepish smile and walked away, probably feeling a bit awkward, leaving the newly arrived Hyunjin and Jisung laughing their asses off on the sofa opposite me. I frowned, before attempting to throw a cushion at them. Obviously, I failed miserably, only adding to their giggle fit. I was preparing my second pillow attack when I felt someone gently grab my arm and lower it. I looked up and saw a rather blurry Woojin. Once my eyes caught up I notice he had a cup of steaming tea in his hand, which he gently set down on the coffee table in front of me. 

‘Here, for the headache you’re gonna have in about 4 hours.” He held out a couple advils, which I took with a big gulp of tea. I immediately screamed like a little bitch when I realised how damn hot the tea was, once again setting off the giggle twins in the corner, who I'm pretty sure were filming me now. Woojin looked concerned, rushing away to fetch some cold water as I whined, but I'm pretty sure I saw him biting back a laugh. A few minutes later I was curled up on the sofa, with a now thankfully lukewarm cup of tea, surrounded by fluffy blankets, and pretty much most of the boys who were probably waiting to see what dumb thing would come out my drunk mouth next.

They probably didn't expect me to burst into tears.

“Y-you’re all just so n-nice!!! I’m sorry for never really speaking to you, I r-really love you all so much and oh my god you’re just so nice! Jeongin you’re now my son so you ever need anything just ca-” My drunken sobs were cut short by Changbin’s arms wrapping around me and lifting me up princess style up off of the sofa while I sniffed pathetically. I caught a glimpse of the group of very confused and concerned boys behind us, and fortunately so did Changbin.

“Don't worry, shes just an emotional-ass drunk. I got it from here. Come on princess weirdo, I think it’s time for bed.”

He gently sat me down on the bed and began wiping off what was left of my makeup with a wet wipe as I sniffed and babbled on like a damn toddler.

“Your friends are the best.”

“I know.” He smiled gently, finishing with the wipe and helping me into my cosy pjs.

“Like the best best. Especially Woojin. I’m sorry I cried but he brought me TEA! I had no choice!” I exclaimed, getting slightly emotional again.

“Hey now, I thought I was the best best, should I be worried?” He pouted adorably at me, but I could see the hint of humour in his eyes. 

“No no no. You’re the best best best. My cutie-pie. My little cutie pie honey bun.” This got a full-on laugh from Changbin, and I even detected a hint of rosiness on his cheeks, and I forgot that sober yn is never really one for pet names. He tried his best to hide his blush as he climbed into bed and lifted the covers and tucked us both in. I sighed contentedly as I lay down on his chest with his arms wrapped firmly around my torso, and decided to deem the night an overall success. Before I drifted off to sleep, I heard him whisper softly,

“Okay, Princess. I'm your honey bun.”

Bonus 

“Morning sunshine.” I stirred as I heard Changbin mumble in my ear, before peppering my face with kisses. I smiled and began to open my eyes, noticing the cute little breakfast laid out on the bedside table, but then the headache hit.

“Morni- ohhhhhmygodmfhgf” I smashed my head back into the pillow and winced at the searing pain behind my eyes. I heard a tiny chuckle come from my boyfriend, causing me to reach my arm out to hit his shoulder for laughing at my pain.

“What did I do last night?” I asked once I could think straight again. I was greeted with silence, which I took as a bad sign.

“Oh no. It was bad, wasn't it?” I groaned, finally opening my eyes fully to see my Changbin biting back a smile.

“Well, you sang ABBAs entire discography, almost gave yourself a head injury, burnt your tongue, tried to attack Jisung and Hyunjin, cried for a bit, called me your cutie pie honey bun and then snored like an old man all night, but overall not your worst.”

I facepalmed, already cringing at the conversation I was bound to have with the rest of the boys.

Changbin laughed at my reaction, and I couldn't help but laugh along with him. He took me in his arms again and cuddled us both back up in his soft blankets.

“Hey don’t feel too bad, I heard you were super popular with Jisung’s snapchat followers.”

#skzinc #stray kids #stray kids changbin #changbin #seo changbin #stray kids imagines #3racha #stray kids scenarios #bang chan fluff #changbin fluff #kpop scenarios #stray kids chan #lee felix #stray kids x reader #stray kids felix #changbin imagines #bang chan #kpop fluff #skz #3racha spearb #spearb #stray kids fluff #stray kids woojin #stray kids jisung

[ilovemygaydad]

No One [part 1]

from the friends in dark places au

pairing: toxic roman/oc

summary: someone from school makes an insensitive joke that sends Roman spiraling into some old memories of past trauma

WARNINGS: (none of the sexual elements are explicit, merely mentioned and implied) non-consentual sex, sexual assault, date rape drugs, drug usage, implied underage sex, blackmail (in the form of cp), transphobia, transphobic slurs, forced coming out, misgendering, food mentions, rebellious behavior, insensitive comments, crying, physical assault, PTSD, and possibly something else

tag list: @hufflepuffgirl01 @cocobearthe4th @cas-is-a-hunter @band-be-boss-blog @theunoriginaldaisy

a/n: jsyk, it’s totally okay to ask for a modified chapter if you need it or if i need to add tags! i get it, and it’s no problem for me to quick edit a chapter or whatever :) also, feel free to send requests or questions that you have!

a/n 2: hey so this story is super dark and shitty, so please read with caution! i’m happy to summarize for anyone who needs it!!!

first of main plot - companions

consider buying me a coffee (please)

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October 19, 2016

Roman shut the door to the practice room silently. He knew each nook of the choir room, including which doors were particularly loud. His back hit the door with a soft thud, and his tears softly dropped onto the carpeted floor. He slid to the ground and let out a choked sob.

Luke. Luke knew that what he said was terrible and awful.

“You could pat Roman Patrick on the head, and he’d accuse you of sexual assault.”

“Ro? Mrs. Taylor told me that you’re in here… Are you okay?” Patton’s muffled voice asked from the other side of the door.

“I’m fantastic, Patton! I just needed a few minutes of quiet before I tried to traverse the parking lot to grab my costume from Hannah’s car.” Roman tried to insert as much of his normal flare into his speech, but he knew that it fell flat.

“Roman, let me in.”

The crying teen begrudgingly stood up and flung the door open. A worried Patton stood opposite him, and Roman was well aware that his puffy eyes and wet cheeks did nothing but make his friend more upset. He sighed, gesturing for Patton to come inside.

After the door was closed, Patton spoke up again; his voice was very quiet. “Was it Luke?”

“Yeah,” Roman admitted.

“What did he say?”

“‘You could pat Roman Patrick on the head, and he’d accuse you of sexual assault.’”

Patton paced the small room. “That douchebag! Are you fucking kidding me? He can try to ruin my life, sure, but making fun of your abuse in front of you when he knows how easily it triggers you is just too far!”

“Patton, it’s fine—“

“No, it isn’t!” Pat cried, throwing his arms out in fury. “It’s terrible! He knows what happened to you, and he is in no place to be talking about falsely accused sexual assault!”

“It’s in the past…”

---

June, 2014

Roman quietly slid through his cabin’s window into the quiet night. He normally wasn’t one for this level of rule-breaking, but he was in love! He’d do almost anything for Ethan, and that meant a lot.

Two of his fingers were kept over the head of his flashlight as he made his way to the pier, only allowing a small sliver of light to shine out so that he could avoid twigs. Roman was so excited to have found someone who liked him back that he didn’t care about the consequences. He was going to be a freshman, after all, so it would make sense to begin to have relationships, right? Ethan was kind, caring, and funny—everything Roman wanted in a guy.

“Roman! Oh, good. I thought you weren’t going to show up,” Ethan whispered, a smile creeping on his face.

“Of course I’m here! What do you think of me? I’d never leave you hanging, dearest.” Roman gave Ethan a deep kiss. When they pulled apart, Ethan held up a finger to signify for Roman to wait, bringing a tiny thermos from behind his back.

“Salted caramel hot chocolate. I know how much you said you like caramel.” He passed it over, untwisting the lid as he moved. Roman took a huge sip, the cold of outside already sleeping through his pajama pants and shirt.

Ro coughed at the intense salty flavor. “Jeez, E, that’s really fucking salty. Good thing I’m really cold, or this would completely go to waste.”

Ethan smiled brightly, though Roman couldn’t quite place the emotion he got from it. They chatted for about twenty minutes before Roman began to sway on his feet. He was so tired and dizzy. He blinked a few times, shaking his head to try to collect himself.

“I, uh… I think… I think I’m gonna…” Roman mumbled, trying to get the slurred words he was thinking out of his mouth. He couldn’t seem to control his movements, and not a second later, he felt the hard ground hit his side. The last thing that Roman saw was Ethan’s evil smile as he drifted off to sleep.

---

Roman woke up with a foggy mind. What had happened last night? He remembered going to meet Ethan and drinking hot chocolate and then… Nothing. He couldn’t remember a single thing that’d happened.

The teen blinked a few times, trying to make some sense of his surroundings. They were bright, that much was obvious, and he was still wearing his binder. Someone stepped up to him, gently placing a hand on his arm. He flinched back from the touch. He didn’t know why, but he didn’t want anyone touching him.

“Hey, sweetheart, I’m sorry. It’s Nurse Elizabeth. A few campers found you by the pier drugged to hell in just boxers and a t-shirt, and from the looks of the campsite, I think you were sexually assaulted last night,” said the young woman in front of him, frowning deeply.

Roman wanted to throw up. Ethan had used him. Someone he thought he could trust. Someone he loved. And Ethan probably knew his secret, too. Oh, god.

“Hey! It’ll be okay. Just get some rest. You can answer questions later.” Elizabeth made her way to the door of the infirmary, turning at the door. “Someone’s been waiting to see you since the news got out. Would you like me to let him in?” Roman nodded half-heartedly. He heard a person greet the nurse before heading over. Ro didn’t look up to see who it was, preferring to pick at his fingernails instead.

A rough hand clasped at his face and ripped his gaze up. A muffled scream escaped Roman’s mouth as he locked eyes with Ethan, who had intense fire in his eyes. “You’d better not tell a soul that it was me, or your little secret will be let out, tranny whore!” Roman fought against Ethan’s grasp, but he was still too weak from being drugged. “I hope I’ve made myself clear. If I hear a word about this little exchange, either, I have some pretty outing evidence to show the camp. You’re my bitch now, Patrick.”

Ethan tore his hand away from Roman’s face and stormed out of the infirmary, leaving a panicked Roman in the bed. Oh no. This was worse than he’d thought. He had two options: he could tell everything to Elizabeth and subsequently be outed as trans to everyone in the camp, or he could do whatever Ethan said and keep his gender identity a secret. Neither was good. Roman shoved his face into the thin pillow and cried himself back to sleep. Maybe he could wake up from this nightmare.

---

January, 2008

Roman toyed with his hands a few times before stepping courageously into his parents’ office. He could do this. He swung his ponytail over his shoulder and adjusted his cargo shorts and T-shirt.

His mom was the first to notice his appearance. “Oh, Rosie! What happened to your dress?”

“She’s just changed, honey. She probably didn’t want to wear it anymore,” his father said, typing away at his computer.

“I wanted to talk to you and Mom about something important, Daddy. I… I, uh… Never mind, it’s stupid.” Roman turned back and started out of the office, but his mom stopped him mid-step.

“Rosalina, you can tell us anything; you know that. What’s wrong, honey?” Mrs. Patrick clicked her laptop closed and prompted her husband to do the same. Slowly, Roman turned to them; the sound of his sneakers squeaking on the wood floor was the only noise for a few moments.

“I’m a boy!” Roman blurted out. “I don’t want you to call me a girl anymore. I want to be called Roman, not Rosalina or Rosie. And more importantly,” Roman pulled a pair of kitchen shears from one of his many pockets and raised them, hacking his entire ponytail off and letting it fall to the floor. “I don’t want to look like a girl anymore. I am a prince, not a princess.”

His parents sat with astonished looks on their faces. Oh, Roman had messed up. He had taken his dramatics too far for once. His parents were going to be angry at him, and he’d never be called what he was. He’d be Rosalina forever.

“Alright, Roman. Welcome to the family.” His mother smiled brightly at him. There was no malice in her eyes, nor in his father’s.

“You know, Ro, I’ve always wanted a son. And you’re strong; you’ll be so good in the boy’s gymnastics league.” Mr. Patrick stood and scooped his son into his arms, hugging him tightly.

Thus, Roman Patrick had been born.

---

Roman had been so excited to go in to school on Monday to tell everyone that he was a boy and that his name was Roman. He was practically bouncing out of his seatbelt on the ride there. He ran into the school, barely saying goodbye to his mom, and skidded into his second grade classroom.

“Good morning, Rosie! How are you doing?” Mrs. Zander, the second grade teacher, greeted warmly.

“Actually, my name is Roman now, and I’m a boy!” Roman sat in his normal seat, but taped a piece of paper with “Roman” drawn on it in red crayon over his “Rosie” nameplate. Mrs. Zander looked at him, confused, but nodded. She went to her phone and made a few calls, looking quite serious, before going to everything in the room with “Rosie” on it and replacing them with a “Roman” label.

Students began to file in, many commenting on Ro’s new short haircut, to which he’d always respond, “I’m Roman now ‘cause I’m a boy!”

They looked at him as if he’d grown another head, but moved on without further comment. With each child, Roman’s enthusiasm lessened until he finally just gave up. Mrs. Zander made an announcement about Roman, and the kids just laughed. They got scolded, sure, but that didn’t actually stop them.

“Look at Rosie just wanting to get closer to the boys!”

“Rosie you can’t just decide to be a boy! You’re always gonna be a girl!”

“I don’t want to be friends with you anymore, Rosie. You’re a liar!”

The harmful comments continued for weeks. Finally, Roman couldn’t handle any more, and he begged his parents to take him out of school. Within a few days, they’d transferred him into an elementary school an hour away and moved into a temporary apartment nearby.

Roman walked into his new school nervously, taking his time to get to his new locker. It was nearly five minutes before he finally entered his new classroom.

“You’re new here, aren’t you?” a student asked. He wore a black polo and thick-rimmed glasses. It was the textbook nerd look.

“Um, yeah. I’m Roman,” he replied. Then, as if to clarify, he said, “I’m a boy.”

“Alright. My name is Logan, and I am also a boy. It’s a pleasure to make your acquaintance.” And then Logan walked off.

(Roman totally had a crush on the nerdy second grader, but he wouldn’t realize it for a long, long time.)

The rest of the day went by smoothly. Correct name and pronoun usage by everyone and new friends left and right. It was amazing! He didn’t get the opportunity to talk to Logan any more that day, and little did he know that he’d become too intimidated by the cute boy to talk to him, but he was still grateful for his first “friend.”

---

Summer, 2014

Roman spent two more months bending to Ethan’s every whim to protect his skin. It didn’t feel much like protection, though. He was disgusted with himself, but he couldn’t go through the rejection and hatred that followed telling people that he’s transgender.

Slowly, he withdrew from most of his camp friends. It started with not allowing them to touch him, and then simply not talking to them. Each time Ethan’s fingers found their way across Roman’s bare skin, he felt like throwing up.

It’s better this way, he told himself.

It wasn’t.

No one found out. No one ever knew. No one felt the pain.

No one except Roman.

part 2

#sanders sides fic #m writes things #roman sanders #logan sanders #patton sanders

[hellagayweird0]

Jay’s Season 14 Episode 3 Chat

(Read more will be included)

~ SAMMY AND SAMMY BEARD 😍

~ “Some people say I look good.” YES AND YOU DO, BABY

~ “No.  No, Sam.  No people say that.” Dean I stg don’t you dare insult the Sammy beard, I will hurt you.  SAM LOOKS GREAT

~ “Michael bailed.”  The fandom:

~ Ok camera hi um I like his face but I don’t need to see it so close, thanks

~ Chief is now and forever going to be a nickname I use for Sam in my fics, thank you very much.  I LOVE CHIEF

~ Jack: “Dean?”  Dean: *starts singing* “I heard that you were talking shit and you didn’t think that I would hear it.” *But seriously, that part of the song just automatically started playing in my head when they saw each other 😂*

~ “Is it really you?” Jack noooooooooooo it’s a liiiiiiie

~ Dean and Cas: *smile at each other*  Me: 

~ EXCUSE ME WRITERS WHAT IS THIS BULLSHIT “Dean and Cas don’t hug” THING I NEED ANSWERS I WILL FULL ON RIOT I’M MAD

~ “How’s Nick.”  *crawls into a corner* We don’t mention that name in this household, sir.  He’s not welcome here

~ There are so many layers to suits, damn

~ NEW SCAR, FRIENDS.  TIME TO RESEARCH

~ “Cas, I’m gonna need you to get in my head.”  All the Destiel shippers: 

~ Oh that’s a Dark Kaia and a stabby stab

~ WHAT WAS THAT DRAMATIC ZOOM OUT, CAMERA PERSON?

~ *screams* JODYYYYYYYYYYY I’VE MISSED YOU, MOM

~ Hey Claire my wife, what’s up I miss you

~ Aw Jody happy to hear from her son again

~ OH OKAAAAAY, HOLD ON *pulls out a chair for the writers* SIT DOWN AND LET ME GET THIS STRAIGHT.  YOU’RE TELLING ME THAT YOU CAN BRING DARK KAIA BACK TO THE SHOW AND INCLUDE HER IN STUFF BUT YOU CAN’T DO ANYTHING ABOUT WAYWARD?  ALRIGHT, COOL, JUST WANTED TO CLEAR SOME THINGS UP (Can you tell I’m totally over this 😆)

~ Oh I’m glad the “giant meat fork” thing has context now 😆

~ AW JACK *hugs him*

~ Dean you can’t come back and just start giving Jack orders.  You aren’t the parent here

~ LOOK WHAT YOU’VE DONE, DEAN.  NOW BABY CHILD IS ALL SAD

~ “I didn’t mean to be a dick.” *coughs and remembers last season* Sure, Jan

~ (Also ok I get he’s been through a lot and I’m being hard on him BUT I CAN’T HELP IT)

~ Oh hi new people, you’re both adorable and I already love you

~ Ok nope I’m calling so much bullshit here.  You’re telling me that Dean literally cutting Sam off to insist that Cas stay in the bunker and not go with them to help, even though Cas could be a huge help to them, is normal Dean?  He seems waaaaay too eager to have Cas not go with them.  I don’t trust that AT ALL

~ See, Dean and I handle hard times/pain the same way.  By joking, not taking it 100% seriously, and sometimes flat out ignoring/avoiding it.  Not for bad, insulting reasons.  Just because it’s easier to joke than to face stuff.  (Sorry, this took a dark turn 😆 I just wanted to say that.  I relate to Dean a ton.)

~ NOT A SLIGHT B.M. SCENE MY HEART CAN’T TAKE IT

~ AW MAMA JODY HUGS

~ HAHA SEE DEAN, JODY LIKES IT TOO

~ I love the looks they give each other when Jody’s not looking 😆 little things like that make a scene so much better

~ Dean wtf is going on with you, you’re so eager about this, I don’t trust that

~ JACK HEY NOOOO *grabs him by his jacket* PUT THAT STUFF BACK YOU AREN’T RUNNING AWAY GET BACK HERE YOUNG MAN

~HE WROTE THEM A NOTE I’M CRYING (also 2 things.  one, who taught him how to write?  two, HIS HANDWRITING IS AWESOME.)

~ “Like Sleeping Beauty.”  *starts sobbing* Jack, could you be anymore pure?  ALSO WHO TAUGHT HIM ABOUT SLEEPING BEAUTY BECAUSE I WANT TO GIVE THEM A GIANT HUG.  THANK YOU, STRANGER

~ Oh thanks for mentioning Rowena.  I miss my favorite witch

~ “Are you going somewhere?” Cas parent mode is activated YES CAS BE A GOOD DAD I LOVE YOU

~ Jody, you don’t even have to ask, of course you get a vote, you queen

~ Sam is like “Nope this is some bullshit.”

~ AGAIN, CAMERA PERSON, I DON’T NEED HIS FACE THIS CLOSE, CAN YOU FOR THE LOVE OF CHUCK BACK UP?

~ *sings* SUPER MONSTEEEEEEERS

~ DEAN FUCKIN TOUCHED A HOT TIN CAN AND HAD NO REACTION.  I’M SORRY, BUT WTF??  THIS ISN’T FULL DEAN AND I’M STILL. CALLING. BULLSHIT.

~ Oh hey Dark Kaia, my love

~ I love how Dean just casually lands on Sam

~ I LOVE WHEN DARK KAIA IS A NINJA (also what was that “throwing the spear, diving to it, grabbing it, and running off 😆 it was strange but cool.)

~ Ok but for real I’m super curious as to who this AU!Kaia is

~ “Let’s find her and ask.” Oh yeah, I’m sure you’ll have a nice, calm chat over some tea maybe

~ “It’s marked ‘gross stuff’.” Could I love this show anymore than I already do?  The answer is no

~ AWWW JACK JUST SITTING WITH THE GIRL *screeches*

~ “Is that your dad?” “One of them, yes.” If you’ll excuse me, I have to wrap myself in a blanket and sob into a pillow

~ JACK IS SUCH A GOOD LISTENER LOOK AT HIM BEING CUTE

~ Oh that glance, the pressure is on, Cas

~ DEAN I SWEAR STOP GOING SO FAST WITH NO PLAN THIS IS HOW PEOPLE GET HURT HAVEN’T YOU LEARNED ANYTHING

~ Look at that floppy Sammy hair

~ Well isn’t that pretty and purple

~ Now let’s all take a second for dramatic timing to kick in- yup there it is

~ JACK CAN’T HELP HE LOOKS SO SAD NOOO

~ “First love strikes quick.” THEY MADE IT CANON, BITCHES!!  YEEEEEES *breaks out the whiskey* TIME TO CELEBRATE KAIAXCLAIRE

~ Oh Sam knows a little about losing love (I’m sorry I had to)

~ “He’s not ready for this case.” IN CASE YOU HAVEN’T NOTICED, HE’S NOT READY FOR MUCH OF ANYTHING, BABE

~ Dark Kaia jump scare, hi

~ THAT’S GOTTA BE SOME DIRTY WATER

~ Those crackers will dry out your mouth so quickly, my dear.  Take some dirty water with you

~ Here’s Deany

~ Oh well you’re welcome to tie me to a chair any day of the week, sir (i mean what....)

~ “I was trying to kill the blonde.”  Jody: *pulls out a gun* “I WON’T HESITATE, BITCH.”

~ DEAN BACK AWAY FROM MY DARK WIFE

~ Oh no the poor girl!!

~ JACK THIS ISN’T YOUR FAULT, CAS THIS ISN’T YOUR FAULT

~ NO MY TINY SON DON’T CRY PLEASE NO DON’T BE SAD

~ YES JACK SAVE HER YOU GOT THIS BABY

~ DEAN FUCKIN CHILL I SWEAR

~ In what world does a chair slide that easily?  Apparently this one

~ DEAN WTF STOP

~ JACK YOU’RE SUCH A SMART BOY

~ “You’re no different than him.  Threats, violence, anything to get what you want.” *starts clapping*

~ “I am nothing like him.” SURE JAN

~ “Jack, are you sure?”  “No.” *breaks it anyways* I love him

~ Heeeeey she’s okaaaaaay YOU DID IT JACK I’M SO PROUD OF YOU

~ Why do I miss Michael!Dean?  Is it bad that I want him back? 😆

~ Excuse me, don’t kick her

~ Aw Jody

~ Yay new friends coming to visit

~Guys, you didn’t even knock first.  Rude

~ SAM’S ANGRY FACE DOES THINGS TO ME THAT WE WON’T TALK ABOUT

~ “I was never one to turn down a buffet.” ME TOO

~ WHY DOES SAM ALWAYS GET THROWN ONTO TABLES 😆

~ Hi um don’t touch Sam’s beautiful face, thanks

~ GO JODY

~ GET AWAY FROM MY MOM

~ Wait wait wait, would a chair losing a leg really loosen the ropes?  HOW DOES THAT WORK, AM I MISSING SOMETHING HERE 😆

~ Dean: “Now you’re in trouble.” Dark Kaia: *dives out the window*  Dean: “Well shit, never mind.” 

~ NO JODY

~ YES DARK KAIA I LOVE YOU SO MUCH, YOU BADASS

~ I hope we meet again, wifey

~ Jody, you’re such a fuckin queen

~ Aw yeah, Claire deserves to know

~ “I just feel like I already lost before I ever even began.” Was that shade towards what happened (or rather, didn’t happen) with Wayward?  WAS THAT SHADE?  IF SO, I’M SO PROUD AND I BOW DOWN TO JODY

~ EXCUSE ME NO DON’T GIVE ME A SPLIT SECOND OF JODY CRYING I DON’T LIKE HER CRYING NO THAT’S NOT OKAY NOOOOO

~ Jack just lying on his bed, contemplating life, is meeeeeee

~ LIL JACK SMILE

~ I. FUCKIN. LOVE. CAS. AND. JACK. FATHER. AND. SON. MOMENTS.

~ I LOVE WHEN CAS IS PROUD OF HIS CHILD YES

~ Not gonna lie, I had to take like 5 minutes because I was crying over this scene BUT I NEED AN EPISODE WHERE CAS AND JACK GO ON A HUNT TOGETHER PLEASE AND THANK YOU

~ THE LIL SMILE IS BACK

~ Other parents are proud of first steps, first words, and stuff.  And the fandom is over here like AW HIS FIRST COLD HOW PRECIOUS 😆

~ “I’ll make you some soup then.” PLEASE HOLD AS I RESUME MY CRYING

~ NO I’M NOT READY FOR THIS B.M. SCENE, NOPE, NO *jumps out of the impala* *screams from the distance* NOOOOOOPE

~ “I put us all in danger today.  Stupid danger.” YEAH WE KNOW

~ As hard as it is, baby, you can’t skip like that.  You have to be careful.

~ Hey um Dean I don’t like this “putting yourself down” part *hugs him* stop it

~ Are we forgetting that both Sam and Dean have been possessed by archangels?  I’m sure Sam knows what it feels like (I’m not yelling at Dean 😆 I’m just saying)

~ Dean: “I was underwater.”  Me: *breaks out into singing All Of Me* MY HEAD’S UNDERWATER-”

~ NO CAMERA PEOPLE YOU ARE EVIL DON’T YOU DARE GIVE ME A SHOT OF SAM WITH TEARS IN HIS EYES WHO SAID THAT WAS ALLOWED

~ Okay, let’s pause for a second.  Dean, sweetheart, you said yes because Sam and Jack were in danger.  If you hadn’t, Jack would be dead and who knows what would’ve happened to Sam.  You did the right thing, and whatever Michael does/did, isn’t on you.  You had no control after he took over.  You said yes to him helping you save Sam and Jack.  You didn’t know he’d take over and start doing all this stuff.  Not. Your. Fault.  Alright, let’s resume

~ JACK, UM, THAT’S BLOOD.  JACK THAT’S FUCKIN BLOOD.  EXCUSE ME YOUNG MAN WHY ARE YOU COUGH BLEEDING?  THAT’S NOT OKAY IN THE SLIGHTEST.  YOU NEED TO TELL SOMEONE AND GET HELP, DON’T YOU DARE PULL A WINCHESTER AND JUST NOT SAY ANYTHING.  BABY BOY PLEASE IF ANYTHING HAPPENS TO YOU I’LL GO HUNTING FOR SOME WRITERS.  PLEASE DON’T DIE

~Also, I’m getting Sam S8 flashbacks and I don’t appreciate this

And that’s it for S14 E3!  This episode was the best one this season so far by a long shot.  It felt like the first real episode.  And for some reason, it felt really short.  But it was still good!  I’m really excited for next week’s episode!  Even though it’s a filler, it looks awesome! (even though Sam beard is gone....I’m not sad....*sniffs*)  And that mystery girl with Sam who I’ve been trying to figure out the identity of for so long is in it SO MAYBE I’LL FINALLY GET SOME ANSWERS.  She’s adorable.

#spn #supernatural #spn season 14 #supernatural season 14 #s14 e3 chat #this episode was an adventure but a fun one #i can't wait for next week's episode

[noodlecupcakes]

Nothing More Contagious Than Laughter - Chapter 6

Warnings: What could have been morning sex, Murder, Lots of murder, Blood, Language 

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Chapter 6

Jerome’s P.O.V

I awoke to find Emerald still asleep next to me. I smiled to myself and kissed her forehead softly so I didn’t wake her. Although maybe when she did wake up we could have some morning sex. Emerald stirred, her eyes fluttering open. She rolled over so she was facing me before pulling me close so her head was resting against my chest. I cupped her chin, tilting it a little before kissing her. She made a sound of approval, her body pressing against mine. She smiled as she felt a certain something harden against her. “Is this your way of saying good morning?” She smirked. “Well that is why they call it morning wood.”

She covered her mouth with her hand to stop herself laughing too loud. I climbed on top of her kissing her neck, which soon changed her laughter. “You want breakfast in bed?” She asked. “If your breakfast.” “Hmm maybe not all of me but perhaps you might find something between my legs.” That's when there was a knock on her bedroom door. Fucking cock blocked. “Emerald, breakfast is waiting. I made pancakes,” came her mother’s voice.

Her mother tried the door handle so I quickly rolled off the bed and hid to the side of it. The door opened but she didn't come in. “You ok?” She asked. “I’m fine mom.” “Well word of warning your father wants to discuss the job situation with you.” Emerald groaned and her mother closed the door. Emeralds head appeared over the side of the bed. “You ok?” She asked. “Yeah but I’ll get going, mom will be wondering where I am.” “Alright, text me later.”

I changed into my clothes from yesterday while Emerald put on clean ones. I kissed her goodbye and climbed out of the window. Mom was either going to be waiting for me to get home so she could scream and throw more shit at me or she had found some poor bastered to screw and wouldn’t have noticed I was gone. Let’s hope it was the latter.

I soon reached the trailer and entered quietly, not that it mattered. She was sat at the kitchen table, her hands clasped around an empty bottle of whiskey. She turned her attention to me, her eyes narrowing to slits. “Where the fuck have you been?” She hissed. “I was working,” I lied. “Bullshit. You wouldn’t work all through the night. I would have seen you. So where were you?” I ignored her question and headed to my room. She followed me, still asking the same question and hurling insults at me.

I dumped my coat on my bed before pushing past her to get to the kitchen. She swung for me but I ducked in time. “You were with that whore weren’t you?” She spat. This made me stop. She had the audacity to call Emerald a whore. I turned to face her. “Funny coming from a whore’s mouth,” I spoke. “What the fuck did you just call me?” “A dirty filthy fucking whore!” She for once shut her damn mouth, stunned by my outburst. I’d had enough of her bullshit, I was done letting her hurl abuse at me and nag me all the damn time.

The whore made a move to hit me again with the bottle only this time I caught it, yanking it from her hand. I brought the bottle down on her head, she didn’t go down so I did it again. This time she went down like a tonne of bricks. But I wasn’t done yet. My eyes fell on the knife block, a grin forming. I took the largest knife and brought it down, the blade sinking in to her flesh so easily. I ignored the sound of her screams and brought the knife down over and over again until finally she was quiet.

I sat back, my hands and clothes covered in her blood. I let out a sigh of relief, good riddance to bad things. Now it was just cleaning up. And I knew exactly who would help. I headed to the bathroom, taking the knife with me. I cleaned the knife and my hands before changing out of my bloody shirt. I put on a clean one and put the knife back in to the block. I left the trailer and locked the door behind me. Time to turn on the water works.

I knocked on the door of Cicero’s trailer. The blind old fool wouldn’t be able to tell what had really happened. The door opened and he stood in the doorway. “What is it Jerome?” He asked. He always had a way of telling just who he was speaking too. I forced myself to cry and he placed his hand on my shoulder. “What is it? Is it your mother?” He asked. “I don’t know how it happened, she was just so mad at me. She came at me with a knife and there was an accident.” “How bad of an accident?”

I paused for dramatic effect, “she’s dead. But I swear I never meant to hurt her.” I put my head in my hands, sobbing louder for extra sympathy. It was working. “Take me too her, I’ll sort this out,” Cicero reassured me. And the Oscar goes to Jerome Valeska. Cicero and I spent the next two hours hiding my mother’s body, cleaning the floor and getting rid of any evidence. I turned on the water works again and thanked him. Now I had more work to do. Once the old bastered had left I packed all my things and snuck out.

I headed straight to Emeralds and hid my bag in one of the bushes. Such a typical suburban home, they had a white picket fence and everything. I knocked on the door and waited. Emerald shouldn’t be home for another hour, which was just enough time. The door was opened by her mother. “Hi. I’m sorry to drop in like this. I’m a friend of Emeralds. Is she home?” I asked. “She’s out with some friends at the moment.” “Oh. She said I could stop by, around this time and we were gonna see a movie or something.” Her mother tutted and stood aside to let me in. I smiled and entered the house.

“I apologise on her behalf but I will get her to say it herself when she gets back. she should home in about an hour,” her mother explained. “It’s ok, don’t worry about it, I can come back later- “ “No, no. Take a seat in the living room, can I get you anything to drink?” “No thank you.” I followed Emeralds mother in to the living room, finding her father sat on the couch watching TV. So both parents were in. Goodie. Kill two birds with one stone. This was going to be much messier than my mother was.

But it would all be worth it in the end. Emerald would come home and jump into my arms, thanking me for finally getting rid of them. Then we could go anywhere we wanted, just the two of us. I put my hand in my pocket, wrapping my hand around the switchblade. “So how did you and Emerald meet?” Her father asked. “We were friends back in high school,” I lied. “I see.” I glanced at Emeralds mother who was busying herself in the kitchen. I pulled out my switchblade, got to my feet and slit her father’s throat. He made a small gurgling sound, his hands trying to stop the fast heavy flow of blood.

He slumped and that’s when Emeralds mother decided to scream. She looked panicked like a small scared animal. She ran for the back door but I was faster and reached her first. I pulled her back and onto the floor. She tried to back away, looking around for something she could perhaps use as a weapon. I stabbed her in the stomach, earning another screech. I removed the knife before bringing it down again and again. I laughed, what a rush. I got to my feet, leaving the knife stuck in the bloody corpse by my feet. I glanced at the clock, not long left to wait now.

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#Jerome #jerome valeska #jeromexoc #jeromexemerald #Gotham #gotham fanfiction #gotham smut #jerome smut #jerome angst #jerome fluff #jerome feels #nothing more contagious than laughter #cameron monaghan

[jugaddict]

Poisoned

Title: Poisoned

Fandom: Riverdale

Pairing: Kevin Keller/Joaquin

Note: I wrote this because I was fed up of expecting this kind of talk on the show. You can also find this on ao3 under  TheKlainer (MoonlightShines)

Joaquin was lying upside down on Kevin’s bed, fiddling with a ruler as Kevin finished up his homework at his desk.

“I need that,” Kevin said playfully, as he rolled towards Joaquin with his office chair and snatched it out of his hand.

Joaquin rolled his eyes, and heaved out a heavy sigh.

“I promise I’m almost done,” Kevin said, “then we can do something fun.”

“Like what?”

“I don’t know, you want to watch a movie?”

“I’m here. At your house. In your bedroom. Waiting as you do calculus and trigonometry for an hour, and you want to watch a movie when you’re done?”

Kevin’s cheeks coloured. He hoped Joaquin wouldn’t pick on him for that. Screw him for just wanting to cuddle with his boyfriend for a bit.

Kevin dropped his calculator onto his graph paper. “Babe, we can do whatever you want in five minutes, just let me finish.”

Joaquin rolled off the bed and wrapped his arms around Kevin from behind his chair.

“Your schoolwork can wait, Keller.” He said lowly in his ear,  “I can’t.”

Joaquin’s words spread a warmth in Kevin’s chest. He rotated his chair so that he was facing him again and Joaquin climbed onto his lap, tilting his head down towards Kevin’s so that his hair fell in front of his face. It was too tempting. He needed to finish the damn math. But Joaquin was there, on top of him, arms snaking around him, and he couldn’t stop himself. His hair was so beautiful.

Kevin took a strand and tucked it behind Joaquin’s ear.

Joaquin was so beautiful.

“Yeah?” Kevin’s voice hitched, eyes flitting from Joaquin’s eyes to his mouth.

“Yeah,” Joaquin breathed, and then they were kissing.

Kevin loved kissing Joaquin. For all the toughness he exerted his lips were soft, and he all but melted into Kevin’s embrace. Kevin’s heart was racing, he could almost hear the blood rushing through his veins, his hands almost shaking at the prospect of making him shiver under his touch. It made him feel powerful. How could he keep this treasure a secret? He wanted everyone to know. His friends (they did know, Kevin couldn’t help it), his classmates, strangers, his dad.

Look at this boy in my arms, he’s mine.

“Fuck homework,” Joaquin muttered after he kissed the pulse point on Kevin’s neck, trailing back up to meet his lips.

Kevin’s head was thrown back against the black leather of his chair, eyes closed and breaths laboured as he held onto the exhilaration and bliss that engulfed him.

“Fuck me.”

The weight on his lap disappeared instantly and Kevin opened his eyes slowly, jarred awake by Joaquin’s eerie silence.

He hadn’t meant to blurt that out. He hadn’t meant to at all, but it was what he wanted, wasn’t it?

Joaquin was half across the room, hands tugging his hair and eyes squeezed shut, pacing.

“Joaquin,” Kevin said hesitantly, “we don’t…There’s no pressure at all-”

“You want to be with me? Like-like that? For real?” His eyes were imploring, almost hopeful, and his mouth twitched up into a tragically beautiful smile.

Kevin was taken aback. “I… Yes. Of course, I do. Now or eventually, whenever. You’re my boyfriend.”

Joaquin’s eyes dimmed at those words, and his smile disappeared completely.

“No, I’m not, Kevin.”

Kevin got up from the chair and grabbed Joaquin’s hips. Joaquin’s eyes fell to where his hands were on his waist before looking up at Kevin.

“Joaquin,” Kevin said, soft and caring, “You are my boyfriend. I want to be with you. I don’t give a damn about you being a serpent. That doesn’t change anything.”

Joaquin pulled away from him angrily. It wasn’t fair. Being a serpent didn’t change things. It defined them. All this status, all the trouble he went through to be a part of something where he could take control of his life, and he couldn’t even get what he wanted. He didn’t need to be a serpent to get what he wanted. The only thing he actually ever felt like wanting. It was too late now. He could tell Kevin everything, and then he’d have nothing. FP would skin him alive. He’d be hated by half of the city’s most dangerous men for backstabbing them. Even worse, he’d be hated by Kevin. He’d be digging his own grave.

But Kevin didn’t deserve this. And Joaquin didn’t deserve this false taste of fantasy either.

“You don’t get it Keller,” Joaquin said, shaking his head. “This relationship you think we have? It’s fake! This was all fake. I’m not your boyfriend, okay? It was all a scam.” He’s yelling now, frustrated tears welling in his eyes.

“What?”

“You’re my job, Keller. I’m here because Jughead’s dad wants me to get information from your dad. I don’t even fucking like you!”

“That’s a fucking lie.” Kevin said, narrowing hard eyes at Joaquin. He sounded scary, and it surprised them both, Kevin never thought of himself as threatening, but he would never let himself be taken advantage of. It never happened, and it sure as hell wasn’t happening then. He had the ability to make his words drip with venom if he wanted to. He knew how to defend himself. “You don’t think I would know when someone is fucking with my feelings? Do you think I’d fall for that crap?”

Joaquin stared silently with his arms folded around his jacket. He had such sad eyes. It was something Kevin had a hard time wrapping his head around. How could Joaquin be pulled into a world so messy and violent like the South Side Serpents? He wasn’t aggressive at all.

Joaquin griped his jacket tighter, his knuckles going white. Why did Kevin have to be so smart? With a tilt of his head and a depreciative twitch of a smile he whispered, “I know.”

“Then tell me what the hell is going on.”

Kevin was stone cold angry, but Joaquin, Joaquin was crying.

“I like you. I like you a lot, Kevin. I fucked up. I-I’m  falling in love with you.” Joaquin confessed, his voice cracking through his silent tears.

Kevin stood speechless.

Love?

“I can’t- I can’t . I can’t do this anymore without it being real. I want it to be real so bad, Kev.”

Kevin walked up to Joaquin, and wiped the wetness from his face with his hands. Kevin was taller than Joaquin, he stood over him defiantly, almost passive if not for his caring hands on him, visibly unaffected by watching the boy’s face crumple at his touch.

“Why are you crying? I’m the one who’s been screwed over.”

Joaquin swallowed a sob, “I’m upset,” he snarked, pushing away Kevin as he swiped at his eyes angrily.

Kevin stared at Joaquin, a sniffling mess in his bedroom. What a complex. A snake with a heart.

“You can’t be upset over something that isn’t real Joaquin.”

“…Okay?”

“Don’t you get it?”

“What? You want me to say it outloud? I want you. I fucked up. I just lost the one good thing going for me. I get it, okay?”

Kevin closed his eyes and exhaled slowly. When he opened them, Joaquin was still there, teary-eyed, heart opened and so so unlike the boy he made himself up to be.

Well, he decided, he’d have to show him.

“Was it your idea to get information from me?” Kevin asked.

Joaquin frowned, “…No.”

“Did you kiss me at the drive-in knowing who I was?”

“The truth?” Joaquin whispered, and Kevin nodded firmly.

“FP caught us making out and forced me to do it or else he said he’d find a way to make me regret it.”

Kevin made a face at the mental image of Joaquin being threatened by FP. He felt momentarily bad for Jughead. Then he thought, and hated himself for it, what else did FP force Joaquin to do?

“Do you know who broke into my house that night?”

Joaquin recoiled. “Someone broke in?”

“And stole all of dad’s case files on the case? Yeah.” He couldn’t help the bitterness that crept into his voice.

“No, I swear to god I have no idea.” Joaquin looked so pained Kevin was afraid he was going to throw up.

“Okay,” Kevin shushed him, bringing him in close and hugging him against his chest, “I believe you. It’s okay.”

It wasn’t though. The young serpent said so in protest. It couldn’t be okay, how could you let it be?

Kevin reached down for Joaquin’s trembling hand and squeezed it. “One last question?” He led to him to his bed, sitting crossed legged and insisting a hesitant Joaquin to follow suit.

Joaquin nodded, he’d tell him anything for the smallest chance of keeping Kevin in his life. For Kevin not to never want to see him again. Even if that meant he’d have to give him up.

“If you approached me that night at the drive-in on your own just because you liked me, then what about any of this is fake?”

“What?” Joaquin said blinking up at Kevin in shock. “I lied to you.”

“Yeah, and that really fucking sucks, but you actually decided to tell me when you didn’t have to.”

Joaquin frowned, “I was being selfish Kevin,” he admitted quietly, “I did it for myself.”

“No. You did it because you didn’t want to hurt me. I was willing to sleep with you and you realized not only how much you genuinely liked me, but how much you couldn’t bear me being tricked into thinking our relationship was “fake”. You can’t tell me that was selfish. No other guy would do that.”

“I-”

“Babe, I’m not an idiot. I knew you were a gang member from the beginning, but I trust you because believe it or not you’re not some scum serpent you’re making yourself out to be.”

“I don’t deserve you Keller.”

“Most don’t,“ Kevin sighed dramatically, done with the drama, done with the heartache, “live with it. You’re mine.”

It was the right thing to say. Joaquin finally understood. Kevin actually meant it. Everything really was okay. Joaquin knew that Kevin was resilient and strong minded, but he could have never thought he’d be so compassionate so fast. Kevin still wanted him. He wanted this to work as bad as he did. And just like that the fog was lifted and Joaquin’s signature smirk returned. “I’m yours, huh?” He teased, brushing their shoulders together.

“You heard right, what’re you gonna do about it?”

Joaquin kissed him hard. When he opened his eyes to his boyfriend’s expectantly closed ones, he bit his lip and smiled coyly.

“How about snuggling up to a movie?”

Kevin grinned.

#Riverdale #Riverdale fic #Joavin #Joaquin #Joaquin Riverdale #Kevin Keller #Joavin fic #fanfic #Jugaddict #Jugaddict fic #not jughead #joavin fanfic

[retro-tvs-blog]

1,2... short story

“ Good morning Two, how are you this average day!” The voice asked the young woman who was buried under blankets. She popped her head out from under them and stared at the machine, which turned into glare, before hiding under the blankets again.

“ Go. Away,” She said. Her voice was bitter and filled with emotion. The machine cocked its head at her.

“ My Dear,” The machine said, “ You are required to begin the morning procedure at exactly 7:10, unless of course you’re ill?”

The girl finally pulled the sheets off herself in the most dramatic manner. Her hair toppled in front of her face and her eyes shined with a determined resilience.

“ I’m not ill,” she mumbled, playing with her hair.

“ Then you must wake up.”

Two continued to lay in her bed, staring at the clock next to her, watching the seconds go by. Not wanting to do what The Machine asked of her. Not wanting to give the machine the pleasure of seeing her give in. She clenched her fist as she felt The Machine’s eyes on her, silently watching, silently logging what she did into its journal.

“ Two you have exactly one minute to remove yourself from the bed before I call The Doctor.”

Her eyes widened in fear and quickly sat up in the bed keeping the covers, covering her hands clutching the blankets.

“ No please…” she said gently, “ I only want to go home…” The Machine stared at her coldly with no humanity, no feeling, no love.

“ This is your home. It has always been. You need to forget about your past life. That was not your place; it was not your destiny. You need to accept you were meant for something greater than-” She cut it off in a fit of defiance. She stood up from the bed, throwing the sheets off, revealing her bruises and her cut hand. She pointed directly at The machines face staring deep into it's soulless blue eyes.  

“ I refuse to believe in a predetermined destiny decided by anyone other then myself!” Her eyes glowed with an intensity that made The Machine cock it's head at her, in an almost smug manner.

“ My dear Two, you have to realize that your destiny was chosen for you since birth! Although you may not believe it, you are destined for great things. You just have to listen to The Doctor and all will be well! You also need to explain to me your hand,” it said, staring hard at the area which was red and scratched. She glared at the ground, feeling like a child.

“My hand. My Business,” she said bitterly, pushing her hair out of her face. The Machine stared at her again, waiting for the response it wanted. She glanced over to it and quickly looked away. She couldn’t stand those eyes, and bitterly she choked out the answer.

“ I... I couldn’t feel…” she said softly. She felt as though the answer was being forced out of her. “ I..it was an accident I swear. I never meant for my hand to get cut... but I wanted to feel something anything” she felt tears welling up. “ so I fell… on purpose… but then out of instinct I tried to catch myself and I cut my hand on the edge of the closet.” The Machine listened intently to what the young woman was telling it.

“ I see. Well, Two it looks as though we are going to have to report this occurrence to The Doctor.” She knew it was going to say that, she knew it didn’t understand what she felt, why she had been scared. All it knew was The Doctor and his will. “ You know attempting to destroy The Doctor’s work is prohibited. You cannot fight your destiny. It is destiny.” She growled, not knowing what to say in response to that. So instead she sat  back on the bed and held herself, knowing no comfort would come from the heartless beast that stood in front of her.

    . . .

He awoke in a panic. The bright light streaming into the colorless rooms windows shocked him away. He sat straight up in his bed and looked around, his nerves obviously shot. What was the date? What was the date? he thought panically looking around for the calendar he kept on his bedside table. It wasn’t there. His eyes trailed around the room, panic still obvious on his face. But suspicion and dread growing silently inside him. Finally his eyes came to the center of the room where an old television set sat. God he thought I haven’t seen one of those in years… He silently got out from the bed and made his way over to examine the set. Suddenly it flickered to life, and he let out a small yelp. He stumbled backwards and sat on the bed facing the seemingly possessed television. It was showing…something. It looked like a cartoon. God… a cartoon… He hadn't seen one of those in years. He stared at the tv, curious as to which cartoon would be playing. Suddenly, a little character jumped onto the screen, and dread filled his stomach. ‘No...no no no no’ he thought, standing up, looking for a way to unplug the television. He was sick, just plain sick to death of these things. The little character looked just like The Machine. He flinched, looking at the screen from the corner of his eyes, still trying to find an outlet to which the television would be plugged into. He gave a small cry of joy when he saw one protruding from the wall. He quickly yanked it out and breathed a sigh of relief when the image on the screen flickered away. He lay back down on the bed and gave a deep, long sigh, content to lie there. He closed his eyes for only a moment, and when he opened them, the lights in his room were blue, and The Machine stood at the foot of his bed, it almost seemed like a scene from a  horror movie. He quickly sat up in a panic and pushed himself against the wall that met with the bed.

“ G...go away!” He said, “ Go away!” He waved his hand in front of him, as if that would make it vanish. “ I don’t want to see… I don’t want to see your face, no… it’s not your face… you stole it!” The words poured out of his mouth, seeming nonsense to anyone who hadn’t known what he’d been through. The Machine silently stared at him… stared at him with its cold blue eyes.

“ One,” it said in it's monotone voice, “ Please refrain from yelling. You know it’ll soon be your time to fulfill your destiny as well, just as she did.”

“  M...my name is Travis! You know that, you monster!” he yelled his voice cracking.      “ She did nothing but turn 21… you took me, and her… and everyone here when we were 14” He sobbed, “ We’ve never done anything to you, the only thing we did was be born, born wi-”

The Machine cut him off.

“  Your name was Travis. That was before you realized your destiny. That was before your parents came to terms with the Truth. She realized her destiny, and you will too. In time.” The Machine almost seemed to smile, the corner of its mouth curving slightly upward. Travis starred in disgust.

“ You...you don’t know what I feel like right now. I don’t want to be like you!”

“ I’m sure Jesus didn’t want to die on the cross,” The Machine replied monotonously. He stared at The Machine.

“ D...did you just compare yourself to Jesus?”

“ The point is,” The Machine continued, “ Destiny is destiny, and it cannot be changed, no matter how unfavorable you think the outcome is.”

“ But this isn’t my destiny! I didn’t want to be turning 21 tomorrow, I didn’t ask for my feelings to be taken away, or for my future to be chosen for me! The thing is Machine, you’re not God!” he cried angrily. “ The Doctor and you have no right to decide which people you take and which you don’t. Just because you can change people doesn't mean you should! You’re playing God, and eventually that crap is gonna catch up with you and you’ll get your just deserves!” The Machine was silent for a moment, processing.

“ You are expressing feelings, opinions. This is illogical behavior, and you know it, One.” He stood up. He’s much taller than The Machine. He said nothing as he silently picks up the television. “ What are you doing One?” It asked beginning to turn around to face the young man, only to be smacked with the Television, its inhuman, yet human features are scattered to the floor and Travis runs out of the room.  He stops in the middle of the hall and looks behind him, then squints trying to see what’s in the distance. He pauses, looking at a door. His door. It had two numbers on it markings... ‘ 5,1’. Fifth generation. He scoffed. Where was the rebellion? Where was the fighting? Fifth generation. Why? Why had there been no resistance? The Doctor just swooped in and took control and the people didn’t fight it. He traced his hand on one of the numbers, before turning away from the door and began to run down the hall. He knew he wasn’t free, but he was so close. Suddenly, something caught his ear, and he came to a halt. Crying…? Here? He backed up and faced the door where the crying was coming from, pressing his palm against the door.

It slide open. Two sat on the bed, her eyes watering, swearing at herself. At the sound of the door sliding open, she turned in shock to stare at Travis.

“ W...who are you?” she asked shaking. He walked over to her.

“ I… my name’s Travis.”

“ Name... ?” She looked at him and examined his clothes. “ But… you’re wearing the uniform… how could you have a name? No number?”  He stared at her with a slight look of pride.

“ I’m not a number… and neither are you… What’s your name… Your real name?” She thought for a moment. She hadn’t used her real name since she was 14.

“ Alex,” she said softly, “ My name was Alex.” He grinned at her, his eyes alight with curiosity to get to know this person better. This person… another living, breathing human, who wasn’t The Doctor. Someone he could talk to perhaps? A new friend? All these ideas flooded his senses and he slowly became drunk on joy.

“ Well, Alex” he said offering his hand to help her off the bed, “ Do you want to leave this place as much as I do?”

She looked at him for a moment  the curiosity and doubt etched upon her face slowly turned into an uncertain half grin. She nodded. He helped her off the bed, and they made their way back into the hall. Travis nervously fidgeted, trying to figure out the best route to escape, as Alex stood rubbing her arms, looking around, waiting for The Machine  because she knew soon it would come. She began to drift off again, thinking about what her life would be like after this. She would be allowed to feel again. It wouldn’t be a rebellion each time she smiled, or laughed, or cried. She could read books again, books she liked. Oh god! Books… it had been so long. She smiled at the thought of reading something, perhaps To Kill A Mockingbird. She had read that once, finding it in her father’s library. Of course, soon after she was grounded, her father telling her, “Those are for show. We don’t read here. We have no need to read.” Then he had nervously looked around staring into her innocent eyes and whispered, “You mustn’t tell anyone of this place, of the books.” She missed him, too. She missed sitting on his lap as they watched the daily program, eating food together, playing instruments. Travis turned to look at her, surprised when he saw she was teary eyed, smiling nostalgically.  He gently grabbed her arm.

“ We need to go now. There should be an open shaft over there. I heard The Machine talking to an Other about it,” he said, pointing down the hall, as they swiftly moved.

He knew they were running out of time. A sense of dread overcame them, he knew The Machine and the others knew they were missing. They needed to hurry. The hallway was long and gray. The only light betraying it was the fluorescent bulbs that glittered, creating long shadows. As they continued at their steady run they passed doors, doors and doors and doors, each one holding two numbers. One four, Two Three, they were going down, down generations. Travis knew they were getting close. To an outsider the hallway might have seemed like just another simple hospital hall, but to Alex and Travis is meant freedom. As they moved down the hallway they sensed a shadow of a person following them. Everytime they turned frantically to see the person, they were never there. They came to the shaft and Travis quickly began to pull at it. Just like he had thought, it came off smoothly. He sighed in relief, turning to see Alex’s excited expression. She was going home, he was going home. He gave a small bow and gestured for alex to go through first. She shook her head.

“ Travis.. Please you go first, you’re turning 21 tomorrow. If they catch you… they won’t hesitate to… finish the job. I’m 18 I have a few years, if they catch me I can always try again.” He thought for a moment, a look of worry crossing his face. She was so sure they were going to get caught, she barely had any hope. Just a sliver. He knew arguing with her wouldn't get either of them anywhere so he obliged her request. He slide his body into the shaft and carefully scaled it downwards, he could hear Alex making her way into the shaft after him. They carefully made their way down. Trying to be as silent as possible, not wanting to alarm any of the Others. His feet gently hit the ground, as he jumped down. His grin was huge as he waited for Alex to drop down as well. She was only a little behind him, stopping as her shirt snagged on something. He waited for a few more seconds, beginning to worry slightly. Should he leave her? He began to wonder. No. That would make him just as bad as the people he was trying to get away from. Suddenly he heard some clanging and Alex’s feet popped our slightly from the bottom of the shaft.

“ Oh thank god, I was starting to worry!” He said moving to try to help her out, but he stopped when he saw her hand laying limply next to her. Dread began to boil up inside him, mixed with the fear that had followed him down the hallway that someone was following them. “ A...Alex?” He asked shakily, moving his hand to pull her out. He pulled her all the way our and his eye widened sadly. “ No...nononono” He said his words fusing together, he placed a gentle finger over the large bleeding area that was created in her chest. Her eyes were open staring blankly, her dead… blue eyes. ‘Why’ he thought tearing up, ‘ It should’ve been me… She was young… it should’ve been me…’

“ Now. Now. One, there is no need to cry over someone you just met” The Machine said, walking up behind him. It laid a hand on his shoulder and turned his face so they were nose to nose. It's evil blue eyes staring coldly into Travis’s watering blue. “ It’s not your destiny. It won’t hurt for much longer.”

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Sometimes, Michiru reflected on herself and her life, and what she found was something lacking.

The fates of their lives were like ships on the sea, and the storms waxed and waned, and now they were laying in a cool and quiet period for which Michiru was grateful, even with the never knowing of when it might turn and twist and change.

Saltwater offered no succor, they said, and did not nourish the things of the earth, but then again, Michiru was never overly interested in what the world wrought large had to say, and there was life in those brackish waters too, wasn’t there?

And so, in a soft and gentle moment of her own internal tide, she called up her parents.

Or, more rightly, her parents’ assistants. Michiru did not find that her own parents often wished to talk to her if there was not a point or purpose to the conversation, a sentiment Michiru felt deeply in her heart of hearts. And so she called up a young girl who very likely had a wider knowledge of her parents’ own holdings, and what the space might look like, and how reasonably Michiru’s ends might be achieved.

Michiru found herself, she was nearly horrified to notice, rather excited at the entire prospect. She wondered how best to reveal her master plan--it was not that it was particularly difficult to gather the girls (as she thought of them collectively in her fonder moments) into one room, but one did want a sense of occasion for such things.

And, of course, she would have to mollify Haruka with the assurance that they were taking their own trip.

“Haruka?” She called to the bathroom, lying in bed and paging through the various pictures the assistant had sent, “What are your larger feelings on the notion of all-inclusives? You know, I’ve always resisted them myself, but I have heard that they’ve improved dramatically in recent years, and it does remove a quibble on the prices of things.”

Haruka poked her head in the door, wiping moisturizer on her face. “We going somewhere?”

“Eventually, yes, but this is not a question meant for our leisure, no. I have that firmly in hand.” She smiled slyly. She had great things planned for them, too, indeed. Initially she had thought of a luxury sailboat cruise, and then, remembering Haruka’s nervousness around the water, had decided to take her to Australia for the Bathurst.

“So what’s it for?” Haruka jumped onto the bed and grinned, flopping onto her stomach towards Michiru, chin under her hands.

“I’m going to send the girls on a vacation. It is turning fall, you know, and it has been unseasonably cool, and I thought they might rather enjoy it.” She continued to peruse photos as Haruka looked at her, confused.

“The girls?”

Michiru looked up, her eyebrow raised. “Yes. Makoto. Usagi. Rei. Ami.” She rolled her eyes and huffed. “Minako Aino, god help me? We’ve known them for several years?”

“You want to send them on a trip?”

“Yes, and I was hoping you might help me choose a locale.” She glanced back at her photos. “Rei is so appallingly cheap that a pre-paid experience might remove much of the battle, for you know Usagi cannot bear to argue with her, and Mina will simply goad her until she breaks.”

“Babe, are you feeling okay?”

Michiru pursed her lips, her eyebrows knitted in irritation. “Honestly, Haruka, what you must think of me!”

“No, it’s not that!” Haruka backed up, hands raised, “it’s just you’re not really…” she gestured vaguely, “you know…”

Michiru’s eyes continued to narrow.

“I’m sorry. I Have no clue what I’m talking about. I’m an asshole.” She laid down next to Michiru. “I think that’s really nice.” She looked at the pictures on the screen and pointed to a cool blue pool surrounded by iridescent tile. “That’s pretty.”

“Yes, it is the Royal Hideaway in Playa Del Carmen, and though I have never been myself, it seems quite nice. My parents thought it would be an excellent investment, and it seems to have been.” She switched to another picture. “I chose it for the availability of a casita, in which they could all stay together, and if nothing else, Usagi might quite like that.”

“It’ll be tough for Mina to get laid that way.”

Michiru smiled. “See? And you thought this held no benefit for me.”

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“It is an all-inclusive, so there needn’t be any concern over costs, though they do recommend you bring money for tips. I have put you up in the casita, which is rather like a two bedroom house, so that you may stay together. I am told the place is lovely, though I confess I will be trusting on your report.” Michiru passed around brochures she had her parents’ assistant draw up, detailing the place with bright photos and bullet points of the amenities. She slipped into quick English, looking straight at Mina. “You’re going to have to stay a bit sober, you realize, unless you wish to try the dubious command of high school English the other girls have.”

“I was gonna break out the Spanish, actually.”

“If you do, please, by all means, record the attempt, I would love to be a witness.”

“Hey!” Haruka waved her hand. “What?”

“A minor matter, excuse the brief parlay.” She looked back across the room.“I will, of course, provide my access to our private plane for both the departure and return journey, and of course, Usagi, I did advise them to have a more than ample supply of snacks better suited to Haruka’s tastes then my own.”

“You’re just giving us a trip?” Rei narrowed her eyes, and Michiru could not read whether it was anger on confusion, or perhaps a mix of both, in the particular cocktail that only Rei could create.

“That was my general idea, yes.”

She continued her interrogation. “For nothing.”

“I suppose.”

Mina looked up at her, a confused half-sneer on her face. “So you’re dying or something, right?”

Rei’s eyes widened. “Oh god, you have been pale.”

Michiru gave a long sigh. “Honestly…”

Usagi jumped out of her chair and ran toward Michiru, dramatically throwing her arms around her and sobbing. “Oh Michiru! It’s okay! We’ll take care of you! Don’t die! We love you!”

Michiru stiffened, her eyes wide, and Haruka,  her eyes were still warm with love, tried to keep from laughing at her princess in distress from her other princess.

“Usagi, I am not dying,” She gently tried to pry her from her body, “I assure you.”

Rei, in a moment of exquisite mercy, took Usagi from Michiru’s side, guiding her back to the couch where they gathered.

Michiru smoothed her cream skirt and navy silk blouse. “Now then. I merely thought, while things have a certain air of tranquility, it might be well for you to enjoy yourselves. Neither Rei nor I has sensed anything on the horizon, so now is as good a time as any.”

“So you’re just giving us a trip that costs like...a year’s salary?” If Rei railed against Michiru’s wealth, it was nothing compared to Mako’s visible discomfort with it, as if it were a suit that was two sizes too small, and she reminded her of Haruka in these moments, and it made her run tender.

“It is hardly a sacrifice,” she placed a hand to her chest, “the properties are lying fallow, and it is better they be used at all. And beside all that,”  she nodded sagely, her mind sparking with an idea, “I was not being glib when I said I would trust your report. My family has never been to the property but for a tour, and so your review of the experience will be a sort of fact-finding mission. Really, it is a favor to us.”

There was a beat, and then Usagi, leading the way, cheered with excitement, practically exploding with the idea of a week spent at a luxury resort in Mexico with her best friends. It was catching, and the girls began to chat amongst themselves about their plans, Ami about the books she would read, lounged poolside; Mako about trying every single restaurant on the property, unaware Michiru had already booked her a night at the chef’s table; Mina about her collection of skimpy and sexy swimsuits, teasing Rei about having to compete for her affection; and Rei, in spite of herself, thinking about the long days of leisure.

“But Michiru,” Usagi looked up at her, “Aren’t you and Haruka coming?”

Michiru smiled over at Haruka, her final stroke of genius moments from being laid bare to the world. . “We are going to Australia, I’m afraid, for a supercar race.”

Haruka gasped audibly. “We’re going to Bathurst!?”

Michiru offered an open palm to Haruka. “See? I can hardly deny her, though I trust you will enjoy yourselves without us.”

“We’re going to Bathurst???”

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Michiru sat in the willow chair, looking out on the city and quietly sipping a rose cocktail she had drawn up from the bar. She felt cautiously good about what she had done. The girls, after their initial shock, had seemed excited, treated to a trip they never could have managed on their own. She had her money, and her money could bring happiness, and for this, if nothing she was grateful. It was her small contribution to the larger health of the group, in the way the others brought their more personal gifts.

Rei sat down next to her. “So why’d you really do it?”

“I believe I explained that, Rei, were you not listening?” She inclined her head to Rei, offering the smallest concession.

Rei scowled in her particular and charming way. “Your family doesn’t need a review from us, Michiru, how stupid do you think I am?”

“I have always enjoyed you refreshing quality of bluntness.” She tossed her hair. “Oh, it isn’t anything but supplying what I was born to, it costs me nothing and so should be not taken too terribly seriously, Rei. She looked over at her. “Consider it a thanks for enduring me and everything else I was born to. We know that I am a selfish creature, and this is my way of buying your continued allegiance, I suppose.

“That isn’t true, Michiru.” Rei shook her head. “You’re not selfish.”

Michiru scoffed. “Rei, I have already set everything in motion, there’s no need to flatter me at this point.”

“I’m not!” Rei barked at her. “You’re just wrong. I mean, you’re a snob and you have no idea about the struggle of the lower classes and your brain has been warped by your perpetual existence in the 1%,” she gestured and continued, “but you’re a lot of other things too. You’re interesting, and intelligent, and elegant. And you are generous, Michiru, when you stop being afraid someone will use it against you.”

Her hands were on her hips--it had not been a compliment so much as a diatribe, but it had been a bit too correct in that last sentence, and so Michiru conceded her defeat before it could go any further.

Michiru smoothed a bit of her hair. “Well then, we shall leave it at that, I suppose. I hope you enjoy yourself.”

“Yeah well,” Rei, not finished being annoyed, cocked her head, “I hope someday you let someone besides Haruka love you.”

Michiru rolled her eyes. “You know I believe there may be something to Mina’s assertion of lesbian dramatics, and I have only thought her false because I am an outlier.”

“I’m not--listen!” She pushed herself into Michiru’s face.

“Dramatic, or a lesbian? For either I am fascinated to hear the rebuttal.”

“MICHIRU.”

Michiru went to stand up, but before she did, she drew her arm around Rei and squeezed gently, then quickly rose to her feet and went into the house.

Rei sat for a moment, considering, and then called inside.

“Well, at least you see I’m right about SOMETHING.”