#PLEASE WE HAVE MORE THAN ENOUGH BOOKS OUT TO COVER 2 MORE SEASONS

[ghostiddie]

Eighty six season 2 pspspsppspspspspspsp

#eighty six #86 #86 エイティシックス #PLEASE WE HAVE MORE THAN ENOUGH BOOKS OUT TO COVER 2 MORE SEASONS #shirabii #asato asato

[percheduphere]

LOKI SEASON 2 - END GAME THEORIES PART 1

This is going to be a super long post that will need to be divided into 2 parts due to the 10 image posting limit. Here's what I'll cover:

Part 1:

1.) The Original Timekeepers

2.) Trust as a Theme

3.) Social Intelligence is a Leadership Skill

4.) Mobius's Presence Through Food - Food is Socializing ... and Friendship

Part 2: (read: here)

5.) Mobius's Plotline

6.) Sylvie's Role

7.) John = Mobius?

8.) The Original Timekeepers & Time Paradoxes

THE ORIGINAL TIMEKEEPERS

I am 99.99% certain that the original 3 timekeepers are Loki, Mobius, and Sylvie, and that we are in a time paradox by which the future influenced the past. The lore and set design have repeatedly highlighted that there have always been THREE timekeepers.

More than once, the camera has held on the TVA seal for an extended period. The seal above is from the past, when HWR was in power.

This seal is from the future:

In both cases, the image of the seal remains the same. The dagger represents Loki, the hourglass (drawn like a mobius strip) represents Mobius, and the mask (that looks like shield but isn't) represents Sylvie, who can enchant. The papers covering the text appears intentional as well, a nod to the comics, "Loki: God of Stories".

And the writers, cunning folk that they are, are counting on the most avid fans to be too busy looking for scenes supporting their ships to realize that the end game is for Loki, Mobius, and Sylvie to trust and care about one another enough to protect all time(lines), always. Please note that I'm not an anti. I love shipping! It's fun. But an awareness of shipping is also a useful tool to keep the audience distracted from the narrative and cinematic hints that are right in front of our faces. These three need to become a team. The shots below (adored by Lokius fans, including me) foreshadow this in 2 ways:

First, that Loki's character has progressed to the point that he trusts and supports Mobius. Second, that both shots are imbalanced. There needs to be a third person on Loki's other side to balance both shots' composition. The Heart of the TVA is missing its 3rd timekeeper: Sylvie.

This shot is significant for several reasons, all of which are thematically connected. Despite there being two people on either side of Loki, the shot is still imbalanced. Loki is slightly closer to Mobius. In this scene. Sylvie is positioned at a distance, demonstrating lack of trust in both of them.

TRUST AS A THEME

Stepping back for a moment, S1 predominantly focused on Loki and Mobius developing trust in one another:

By Season 2, that trust is well-established. Sylvie hasn't had enough time to build trust with either them. She continues to operate in a survivalist mindset. Her history justifies this: she's relied on herself since childhood. But not having anyone to trust is not the path to happiness, nor is it to the path to success when in the face of an annihilation event. Sylvie is still emotionally and psychologically where Loki was at the beginning of S1.

SOCIAL INTELLIGENCE IS A LEADERSHIP SKILL

I'm an older fan. If you've ever worked for a medium to large employer, the different types of managers that exist become apparent.

1. The micromanagers, managers who do not trust their staff and consequently create a tense environment that can become toxic where no one trusts one another.

2. The absent managers, managers who delegate and disappear, leaving their team feel uncared for.

3. The blurred-line manager, who's friendly and approachable but doesn't hold others accountable and doesn't know how to create and implement plans at a high level (out of fear of upsetting anyone), making their team feel frustrated with in-fighting and lost in terms of what the main goal is.

4. The authoritarian, a manager who follows the book to a T, is rigid, punitive, and has no compassion for individual circumstances.

5. The leader, a manager who takes the time to know team members individually, change their management style based on individual needs, keeps an eye on the big picture and ensure actions are taken toward it, holds people accountable but also makes time to make sure people are getting along.

Renslayer, Brad, and Sylvie tearing Mobius down are foreshadowing, plot set-up, and red herrings. Mobius is not a perfect leader, but he is a strong one by virtue of having exceptional social skills, which Sylvie doesn't have because she's never had real friends before. It's not her fault. However, it is imperative that she move beyond this.

And Loki, who has developed compassion, self-awareness, and personal accountability through Mobius's friendship and love, extends those things to Sylvie. He is gentle when he confronts her. He shares his experience with Thor because he knows where Sylvie is at mentally. But he also doesn't force her to come with him. He leaves her with the free will to choose.

MOBIUS'S PRESENCE THROUGH FOOD - FOOD IS SOCIALIZING ... AND FRIENDSHIP

In S2E4, Mobius's presence and influence are heavy in scenes in which he is not there. The pie scene is one of them, with the flickering lights and sweets sitting forlornly behind glass symbolizing that Mobius's sense of self (very much grounded in trust and hope in others, even if they are broken) is wavering. And as @charcubed noted in their INCREDIBLE meta here, everything goes wrong from this point. Why?

Having pie together was an opportunity to build trust and friendship with Sylvie.

None of them have the technical know-how to help OB, Victor, and Casey. The best thing they could have done is get out of their hair because too much overseeing leads to anxiety and anxiety leads to mistakes. Mobius knows this. What can they do in the meantime? Stress eat and integrate Sylvie as a member of the team.

Note that every moment Mobius makes to eat or drink is not only a moment to de-stress, it is also a moment he uses to bond with others and get to know them better. Renslayer (and later Loki, because he's become close enough to Mobius to know what comforts him) uses this method, too.

S1 - Whisky scene with Renslayer

S1 - Cafeteria scene with Loki

S1- Salad scene with Loki

S2 - Cracker Jack scene with Loki

S2 - McDonalds scene with Brad

S2 - Pie scene with Loki

S2 - Hot cocoa scene with Victor

Knowing what people want and care about is critical to motivating individuals, and yes, this talent can be used as manipulation when the situation calls for it.

Socializing over food is also a means of feeling less alone. We tend to eat with people we trust and care about (a tradition meant for family, found or otherwise), or at the very least want to get along with.

The second scene where Mobius's presence is felt despite not being there?

What does Victor dobwith the hot cocoa?

He gives it to D-90.

Victor gives it to D-90 out of a sense of comradery, a basic human desire to share something nice with someone and maybe make friends.

But this moment leads to tragedy. As @charcubed explained, Mobius separating from Loki led him to comfort eat via hot cocoa. The hot cocoa caught Victor's interest. D-90 goes with Victor to check out the machine. D-90 is pruned, and Victor is separated from the team. This causes a delay in getting Victor prepped and out onto the Loom gangway, which causes the temporal radiation to build up so high, it's impossible for Victor survive. The Loom consequently explodes.

PART 2 HERE!

Thank you to @bebx and @mobius-m-mobius for responding to my asks which consisted of end game theories for Loki Season 2 (here, here, here, and here), and for @wowwwmobius for supporting my thoughts. Your replies got me to feel brave enough to post everything I've been thinking in full!

#loki #mobius #sylvie #lokius #sylki #loki season 2 #loki series #loki s2 #mobius m mobius #loki spoilers #my meta #my theories

[snek-panini]

It's Friday the 13th! Here, have a book completely unrelated to that:

It looks fairly straightforward from here, but this is a bind of @dietraumerei's wonderful Good Omens series, The Sprawl of Life. It's a canon universe, pre-season-2 South Downs Cottage fic, and I typeset it when I did because I'd just watched season 2 and wanted the fluffiest, sweetest, most slice-of-life thing I could think of and this was it. Seriously, if you have been personally victimized by the season 2 finale this might be the antidote you're looking for. Though admittedly some of the lines do hit a lot more bittersweetly now than they did when I first read it in 2019.

More pics under the cut! This one's got an unusual format, go have a look!

It's a dos-a-dos! My first one! Before I started making books I'd never even heard of this format, but I've been wanting to try it ever since I found it. It's hard to find stories that suit the format, though--they've got to be within a certain word count, about the same length, and related to one another, and they have to be a pair, not a three or four part story. They look super complicated without (I've found, anyway) actually being that hard to make. If you want to impress a non-bookbinder make one of these to show them; all my family were fascinated by it.

For materials, the floral cover is scapbook paper from Joann's (the fancy stuff that's very flexible and feels handmade) and the spine is Allure book cloth from Hollander's in the wisteria color. It's a perfect match for the lavender in the paper. I've only previously used the Lineco/Books By Hand book cloth and gotten good results, but my experience with that brand in general was that it's a cheap, readily available base for starting out, but there are wider and better quality options out there once you get away from chain craft stores. Working with this cloth was proof of that. It's stiffer than the Lineco stuff, which made it a little harder to glue down but not enough to cause problems, and it took HTV better than any other surface I've used it on. Here, check out the spines:

Images of the spines. In case the photos are a little blurry, that's Demolishing Proofs We Never Believed In on the left and The World and its Beautiful Particle Logic on the right. The titles gave me some worries. I didn't want to obscure more of the florals by putting them on the front, but was worried they wouldn't fit on the spines since they're so long. I got them on, but it took a lot of careful measurements. Still, though, I couldn't be more pleased by them, and I barely had any of my usual trouble getting the HTV to stick.

Handmade end bands on both sides, in colors matched to the cover paper. I was a little worried about making my own for this project since the text blocks are only about 100 pages each. I was worried they'd be too short. But they're not, and I got a really nice front bead on them. I wanted to do three colors but that proved too challenging for my current skill level. Maybe next time. The second image is the endpaper. Specifically it's the back endpaper, so you can see how the second spine fits into the case. When you read a dos-a-dos, you read the first part, then flip it over like you're going to read the back blurb and there's the second part ready to go. I only explain this because, having never made one, I thought you flipped it over top-to-bottom until I did the case fitting for this one. The top-to-bottom one it called a tete-beche and I think does not have the shared cover board in the center; the pages are connected upside-down. (This is all from my limited research; pro bookbinders please correct me if I'm wrong.)

Couple of interior images. All the graphics came from rawpixel and they are the same in both halves. I kept the typeset really simple on this one, without any extra graphics. Partly that was to keep the page count down (images can take up extra space) and partly it's a reflection of the text. It's a happily ever after story, mostly. Their lives are so much easier here than in canon, and the focus is on communicating without barriers or frills and on building their relationship without other things getting in the way. So it's got a fancy title page, because it matches the cover, but the rest is straightforward with just some simple swirls around the chapter numbers.

I couldn't be more pleased with how this turned out. I was worried it would be very complicated since it's a new-to-me build, but I was exaggerating the difficulty and that made for an easy bind. I hope the author likes it too.

#bookbinding #fanbinding #snek makes books #good omens #fic rec #dos-a-dos #did i forget to tag something? #it feels like i forgot to tag something #oh well

[drrr-emporium]

What to do if Durarara over

I'm going to assume you've finished the anime and have not gone into anything else Naritaverse wise

So! You can read the novels. Since they're officially licensed by yen press, you can buy the soft cover books or get them as an ebook / kindle from barnes and noble or amazon. I don't really endorse this but I'm sure if you do enough digging around you can find old, still available, free translations like anni_fiesta who did a lot of translating back in the day. Here's the link to their Index of Translation. I still use it since it's the only place I know that has the white day story translated and it's one of my favorites (For Kadota Related reasons haha), plus a couple of other side stories.

(I think the internet archives have the novels if you do some poking around but for Narita Please Write SH 5 reasons, I'll ask you to dig those up lmao)

Speaking of Side stories, Kazinha-726 translated a bunch of drrr side stories But since they haven't updated in a while, you need to change the links from kaedesan721 to their new URL kazinha-726. I'll directly link what you need here

Izaya Spin Off Translations I don't think these are officially licensed for translation so it's fine for me to link. This is the story of Izaya now that he's been forced out of Ikebukuro, and there's two books as of writing this.

Durarara Gaidens It's some gaidens, but It's also a handful of translated convos from 3 way stand of alley relay, the links use that kaedesan721 link, so while I won't be fixing all those links for you, I can at least link the tag for all of them here. you can probably find audio for this game on youtube, though I'm not sure anyone's like.... fully translated? perhaps? Which ALSO reminds me of the relay manga

Durarara Epitome of Eighteen Histories Written along side the release of season 2, we've got some stories involving Kazane Kinomiya, who's the half sister of Shinra, and a reporter. They have all 18 listed there nicely EXCEPT the Erika and Walker Link is a little messed up, and if you search through the posts you can get to it but anyway here's the link to that story specifically

DRRR x Hakata Tonkatsu Ramens Actually I haven't seen HTR or read it so I can't really tell you about this one but if you're into that series--

There's ALSO MiniDura which are little gag comics of the durarara cast in chibis! there should be 4 books as of me writing this. Godspeed on finding translations they seem to be around.... but this post is long and I'm scared of losing it so I'll update later on how many chapters there are so you don't miss any, though I'm seeing up to 10 in my cursory search.

Shizuo, Izaya, and Celty are also in uh.... Dengeki Bunko's fighting Climax, which you might be able to find some stuff on on youtube. but since it's Dengeki Bunko you also have other series... I can only remember A Certain Magical Index / A Certain Scientific Railgun / the other titles in this series as being part of it whoops.

So you've done all that, what do you do next?

Well Narita has other series, like Baccano! which had an anime before DRRR did, which is 16 episodes. Since Funimation lost the license back in like... 2012 it's not officially uh licensed for viewing anywhere, so uh. wink wink. message me if you need more help here.

There's ALSO the novels which... there are so many more than there are for drrr, also available to purchase, though these are hardcovers! Last time I checked they had.... around 20 translated? Since I'm more drrr side I'd have to ask about fan translations and if I can still find them around. But again I don't really condone it since we want more written you know?

Narita also has a couple other series, but the one that's my favorite besides DRRR is Etsusa Bridge (It's pronounced Essa Bridge don't make the same mistake I did. )

And i NEED more people to read that one please please please please

Unfortunately, the person who did the fan translation closed their Blogspot to the public so uh. the first 4 books, and really what is the main story, is available on the internet archive here

Though I'm saying thank you to baka-tsuki for my life by having a page of links here, which includes the 5th book, 5656 part two (NARITA..... I NEED 5656 PART 2 PLEASE...... PLEASE)

and Vamp on the internet archive here and baka-tsuki here

I also know about Hariyama-san but i don't actually know... if anyone translated that one..... Narita has also written for Bleach and Fate Strange/ Fake if you're into those. Straight up just linking this wiki page in case you have any interest in other stuff he's written

And finally! Currently, Dead Mount Death Play (often shortened to DMDP) is a manga written (or co written?) by Narita! which is currently getting an anime and all of his attention.

All that being said I've been really into Trigun lately lmao

Anyone else feel free to add on or tell me what I may be missing

#durarara #naritaverse #baccano #izaya orihara #celty sturluson #shizuo heiwajima #long post #info #info post

[fallloverfic]

TGCF donghua Season 2, Episode 10 thoughts

This episode T-T T-T T-T T-T. Spoilers for the show and the book below. CW reference to suicide.

The dude being racist to An Le looks vaguely like a love child of Feng Xin and Nie Mingjue (the donghua version) roflmao. Animators have made little references to The Scum Villain's Self Saving System this season so I would not be surprised if someone snuck in a reference to the Mo Dao Zu Shi donghua, too lol And this is similar enough to at least one Meng Yao + Nie Mingjue scene that I can see why they'd do it here.

So the Xianle goons licking their lips is because, I imagine, whatever was in that pouch Qi Rong brought An Le infected them or maybe it was these actual soldiers or something. Makes it less mmm... Strange. Having seen recordings of an attempted assault on a principal government building with government officials inside and what bloodthirsty folks bent on literal murder of said officials get up to around that, I mean I guess it's not that..... strange......

Someone here let me know that the servant/friend is the same official from S02E01 who ran past Xie Lian to help Lang Qianqiu, which makes sense! I totally forgot he showed up then and wondered after S02E07 if he was An Le acting funny (though by the end of S02E09 he is clearly not). He does show up in the novel in that S02E01 scene, but he's not named so far as I can tell, and I don't think we see him in Yong'an flashbacks like we do here. It's neat to see the development of this side character, and how some officials reward people who support them in life (besides Xie Lian and Yin Yu).

Xie Lian seeing the guy nervously looking for Lang Qianqiu and then being like: -sigh- young love is such a trial. You should spend more time studying the blade!

Oh shit, we get a preview of Xie Lian's parents' suicide. Wow. Will we get the donghua that far please T-T

I'm just in love with Fangxin's cape. It's so beautiful trailing behind him.

I'm sorry but An Le screaming in the same way Nakahara Chuuya does whenever he's mid-Corruption in Bungo Stray Dogs made me laugh so hard roflmao Unexpected (and likely unintentional) cameo lol

Imma keep saying it, the animation in this episode is really good. The fight scene is wonderful. When they go back to Qi Rong cackling is good. The show is just pretty.

Qi Rong: "Why is everyone here so fond of crying!"

This man is tired. Can't you do a little mass murder and gloating in peace? Honestly. Hard times.

Qi Rong: "You want your parents? I haven't gone asking for mine yet!"

Aw Qi Rong, babe...

Qi Rong got anime slashed. Who could have foreseen??? /end sarcasm

Xie Lian having a sad moment about Qi Rong, thinking he died. I'm wondering what the crying scene is from, or if that's something new. Qi Rong did cry I think in one flashback (I think where he's complaining about something) but this looked sadder? And less "spoiled".

Xie Lian sadly reaching out for Lang Qianqiu T-T

Xie Lian: "Is the truth so important? . . . What's the use of him knowing that? If I killed a few less people, would that make my reasons more justified?"

I really do love this so much. Just... sometimes the truth isn't important. Sometimes the truth is more painful/results in a worse outcome. Being bluntly honest isn't always the answer. You could argue that Xie Lian sacrificing himself isn't the answer either, and it's better overall that Lang Qianqiu knows things, but I love how this story brings up this idea, that maybe ignorance was better. The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few, and Xie Lian did still intentionally murder two people, as part of a cover-up.

Also, "You'd rather be right than be loved," is something I think about a lot from personal experience. It's not Hua Cheng's intention, but this kind of thinking can lead down that path so easily.

Hua Cheng really feeling that "fucked around and found out" part of this whole thing. Like I don't necessarily disagree with his goal here, and Xie Lian's plan is kind of well... imperfect (to put it lightly). But I do think this is a nice moment of Hua Cheng realizing that yes, he is Xie Lian's #1 fan, he is Xie Lian's strongest believer, and Xie Lian clearly cares deeply for him in return, but this does not mean that Hua Cheng understands Xie Lian perfectly, or knows all his thoughts (does Hua Cheng know a lot about him? Yes. But Xie Lian hides a lot of what he thinks, and has done so throughout his life). When thinking about Hua Cheng, I often think of Sosuke Aizen's line in Bleach chapter 170: "Admiration is the state furthest from understanding."

Unlike other people, Hua Cheng sets himself apart by not forcing his views on Xie Lian or trying to get Xie Lian to change to suit him, and he's realizing, "Oh shit, I fucked up with that here, didn't I," because in his quest for justice, to protect Xie Lian, he did just what he hates other people doing (to an extent, it's not nearly as bad as other folks). One thing I love so much about their relationship is how much they listen to each other, and learn from each other, and how Hua Cheng tries to see Xie Lian in ways other people don't. Even here, he's seeing Xie Lian (I really love that they focused so much on Hua Cheng's expressions here, even if he's not visually doing as much as Xie Lian, it's the little clear signs of upset that mean so much). He's not interrupting Xie Lian, he's not arguing his case (though to be fair, he already mostly has). He's trying to learn and be better. They recover from this because of that. And I love that about them.

Xie Lian: "I deserve whatever punishment I get and I can't die anyway. So why not put all the blame on me?"

T-T Crying in the club, folks. This man...

Xie Lian realizing he's being mean to Hua Cheng and apologizing got me T-T He's so scared of himself and what he's capable of - and incapable of, given all his work to try and save lives and mend old anger has come to naught, and he can't fix it. He always doubts himself before others. The scars of Bai Wuxiang are all over this episode, and Xie Lian himself, figuratively and literally. All this episode I cry T-T

Xie Lian's Chinese voice actor has done such a good job. Everyone is amazing (Qi Rong's VA doing amazing), but dang, he is phenomenal this episode. You can really feel Xie Lian's desperation and sorrow.

All in all the subs were also better this episode! They still call Qi Rong the "Green Immor" for some reason, but outside maybe one slightly awkward sentence, I think it was okay! But that doesn't necessarily mean anything cause they've been good and then got worse again lol

An excellent episode. Truly phenomenal. I think one of my favorites, particularly for this ending bit with Xie Lian and Hua Cheng talking to each other.

Other episode thoughts for season 2 (didn't start till episode 3):

S02E03

S02E04

S02E05

S02E06

S02E07

S02E08

S02E09

S02E10 (you are here)

S02E11

S02E12

#Heaven Official's Blessing #HOB #TGCF #Hua Cheng #Xie Lian #Hualian #Hua Cheng/Xie Lian #Hua Cheng x Xie Lian #spoilers #Qi Rong #Lang Qianqiu #An Le #good fucking food #suicide reference #fallfthoughts

[therentyoupay]

Hi, I was just wondering if technical difficulties is abandoned?

I hope you’re doing well!

*drops in after 5 years and 4 months with a technical difficulties chapter update*

*disappears*

cover art made by @angel-gidget ♡

03/08/23. HELLO, HELLO, HELLO, ALL, LONG LONG LONG TIME, NO SEE. ♡ Can you believe it? When I first published this story (first to tumblr, then to ao3), I had just moved to Japan! When I posted ch. 7, I was still living in Japan, and would stay there for another 7ish months... and in the 5 years and 4 months since posting the last chapter, I have moved to three different cities in the United States and started a Ph.D. program. (I am currently halfway through my PhD program!!!!!) What a wild ride. Also, we lived through the pandemic?! And I bought a house! Over the summer! The market was vicious.

So, then how did I get the inspiration/time/energy/motivation to write Ch. 8, you ask? Marvelous question. I lied down in bed last night to go to sleep "early" and ended up reading an utterly hilarious play-by-play commentary on Bad Books, Good Times of a popular fantasy novel series—and I'm not quite sure what it was about "poorly written books explained by hilariously clever book lovers" but I suddenly had a craving for fanfiction, so I opened up my Books app on my phone, and my eyes fell upon a sudden recommendation for my downloaded copy of technical difficulties. And I thought, "Am I suddenly and weirdly in the mood to jot down some notes to start Ch. 7 right now? By golly, I think I am."

4.5 hours later, I'd written the whole damn thing from scratch on my phone in my Notes app. (Messily! Half-assed! But I wrote all of it down!) I then spent another 6.5 hours today filling in the gaps and "editing." This chapter (and the one that will follow it) has been in my head for more than half a decade, but I just haven't had the space to get it out until now!!

I think one of the most beautiful parts of getting a PhD is how completely it blows your perfectionism tendencies utterly to bits, and one of the really interesting byproducts that has come up in my acdemic writing is just how quickly I can crank out decent-enough writing (skill-building!!). In my case, I think so much of it has to do with just being able to word vomit fairly well while not trying to fix anything until the whole damn thing is basically done. So, I applied that knowledge here! Behold!

This isn't to say that I'll be writing the final chapter anytime soon—I may be on spring break right now and may have had a stroke of Writing Inspiration in the Wild™ last night, but I'm still finishing my last semester of classes and learning advanced Python and working on my milestone paper for my doctoral program and preparing to present at my next conference in June and preparing my proposal for my dissertation next fall. BUT! The important thing is that I will post the last chapter of this story (and all my other stories)! Eventually!! ;)

No BETA for this chapter because I gotta THROW this out onto the internet and get back to coding, so bear with! I may do minor edits for it in the near or distant future. Also, please note that I have not watched any episodes of Miraculous Ladybug after the finale of Season 1, so this fic is very much a ~time capsule~ from the past. If there is any additional lore that might otherwise apply to the plot of this fic, please know that I don't know about it, and I am keeping myself selectively ignorant on all matters of Miraculous Ladybug season 2 and beyond until after I finish this story the way I originally intended. ♡ Woo!

as for, tumblr, sadly, to be honest, I'm never really online anymore! I'll respond to comments here on ao3 ASAP, though. ♡ LOVE YOU ALL, THANK YOU. ♡♡♡

#roarlikethunder #miraculous ladybug #therentyoupay fic: technical difficulties #marichat #ladynoir #adrienette #ladrien #love square #therentyoupay fic update!! #i hope you're doing well too!! #therentyoupay anon

[jemandtherobots]

All 50 books I read in 2022, why I read them, and if I'd recommend them

Notes:

F = Finnish, i.e. the book was either written in Finnish or was translated into Finnish.

3 titles have been redacted bcos they're uhh self-help type books and I don't want you guys to know what I've needed help with.

Jeanne DuPrau - The City of Ember

I wanted to start the year off with an old favourite. Literally this was my fave book when I was 10 years old, and the one that got me into sci-fi.

Suzanne Collins - The Hunger Games trilogy

I think I saw a tumblr analysis post about these that made me want to re-read the series (and also, I was digging through my old books anyway). I think I liked these more now than I did ten years ago.

Kate DiCamillo - Because of Winn-Dixie

Another one from the pile of Books I Used To Love Many Years Ago. This one still holds up for sure, would recommend and not just to children.

Charlotte McConaghy - Migrations

Someone I follow online (an influencer!) recommended a different book by this author, but I found this one first and figured what the hell. It is a good book. It is a well-written book. But also as I was reading through every bad thing that had ever happened to the main character I kind of wanted to be like "isn't this enough? isn't is possible to write an interesting character without giving them every kind of trauma on the planet?".

redacted, (non-fiction)

A self-help book someone recommended in some Twitter replies, that happened to be on the audiobook service I was subscribed to for a couple of months. The advice in the book was very good but it didn't stick.

Rebekah Taussig - Sitting Pretty (non-fiction)

I don't remember how I came across this (it was also on the audiobook platform) but I'm so so glad I did. I don't just recommend this, I am physically coming to your house and making you read this book.

Alice Oseman - Solitaire

Final audiobook, listened to because I watched Heartstopper and figured I should see what Alice Oseman's works are about. I recommend this, if you don't mind a million Harry Potter references, mainly because I need the plot of this book to happen in the background of Heartstopper season 2 and I want people to understand.

Noora Tuhkanen - Kuuraattori (F)

I got (back) into poetry this year after attending a poetry open mic at my local library, and I decided I should read some poetry in Finnish. This one was alright.

Pauliina Haasjoki - Planeetta (F)

See above re: poetry. This one was actually on the librarian recommendations shelf and I only saw it as I was leaving the library, but the cover caught my attention so I went back for it. Glad I did; this is my favourite Finnish poetry I've read so far. A recommendation.

Jane Austen - Persuasion

I read this one fairly often anyway, but this year it coincided with the release of the trailer for the Netflix adaptation. Now that I'm writing this I'm thinking about The Letter so hard I might have to make this my first re-read of 2023. A definite recommendation.

Emmi Itäranta - Kuunpäivän kirjeet (F)

I bought this one ages ago because I will love and support anything Emmi Itäranta writes, but then I noticed it came out in the UK and I recommended it to a friend and immediately went "oh shit I should probably read it myself" so I read it really quickly and am pleased to say I didn't have to take back the recommendation. The best book Itäranta has written so far, if you're not from Finland please look up The Moonday Letters, this is probably in my top 3 books I've read all year. (Yeah, I recommend this.)

Eila Kaustia - Aikamerkki (F)

Poetry, Finnish, I was over at my grandma's for midsummer and it was on a bookshelf. I remember nothing about it, but I must have enjoyed it.

Jonathan Safran Foer - We Are the Weather (F translation, non-fiction)

I follow people online who are in what might be called the climate circles, heard good things about this one, read it, remember very little of it.

Bethany Clift - Last One at the Party

I've long had a thing for books in the "almost everyone in the world dies" genre (god knows why), but this wasn't it. Not bad, not the worst in the genre, but… could the sole survivor of the virus not have been a more interesting person, at least?

Mary Jean Chan & Andrew McMillan (ed.) - 100 Queer Poems

I feel like the title is explanation enough for why I bought this book. What more do you need to know? It's fuckin fantastic. I keep it on my bedside table and hug it occasionally. Would recommend.

Emily M. Danforth - Plain Bad Heroines

My local library has a section of books in English, and this one was in there with a rainbow flag sticker on the spine. Not sure how I feel about it, I mostly liked it but some parts made me go "uhh what the fuck". The writing itself was really good, though. I recommend it if you don't mind Weird Shit with your lesbian hauntings.

Dave Wolverton - The Rising Force

This one's a Star Wars book. About a young Obi-Wan Kenobi. Target audience: 9-y.o. boys (see: my brother when this book was bought for him) and me.

Mary Oliver - Blue Horses

This was a gift from a dear friend, and I treasure it almost as much as I treasure our friendship (a lot). Would recommend, both reading Mary Oliver and having friends.

Sini Helminen - Hurme (F)

This was one of my NaNoWriMo prep research books. I ventured into my library's YA section for this, to find Finnish fantasy books. I find it hard to rate this, considering it's in a genre I don't tend to read.

Elina Rouhiainen - Muistojenlukija (F)

More NaNoWriMo prep reading. I liked this more than I did Hurme, and wasn't even too distracted reading about the area of Helsinki where I'm from (fuck yeah Vuosaari). But again, it's not this book's fault, but fantasy YA just isn't for me.

Erin Sterling - The Ex Hex

NaNoWriMo prep reading of a different sort, this time a witchy romance. Felt a bit meh.

Ursula K. Le Guin - The Word for World is Forest

I'm a simple man: I see a Le Guin book, I read it. Obviously I would recommend this.

Ann Aguirre - Witch Please

Back to NaNoWriMo prep reading. Here's the thing: I read some questionable books in 2022. This was the worst. You may ask me why I hated it, but only if you want to hear a very long rant.

[redacted] (non-fiction)

A Humble Bundle book.

Charlotte Brontë - Jane Eyre

NaNoWriMo prep reading, again, this time taking the gothic romance approach. It's nicely written, and a classic for a reason, I guess.

Ryan O'Connell - Just By Looking at Him

Actually looked at my Bookbub email for the first time in years and this was in there! I loved Ryan O'Connell's Netflix show, Special, and I loved this book. I don't love what it did to my Google Play Books recommendations because it was marked as erotica. But I do recommend this book.

Remi Carrington - Wrangled by Lilith

Another Bookbub find, this one might even have been free. I saw the words "cowboy romance" and was somewhat disappointed.

Autokoulun oppikirja (F, non-fiction)

So I went to driving school, and this was the textbook I used for the written test. I guess I'd recommend it if you were learning to drive in Finland. The "what not to do" pictures were entertaining, so bonus points for that.

Claudia Burgoa & Grahame Claire - Holiday With You

Bookbub, free, Christmas romance. One of the better romance novels I read this year.

Ellie Cahill - I Temporarily Do

Bookbub, free, fake marriage trope. Also a pretty fun read.

CP Ward - Autumn in Sycamore Park

Bookbub, free, had a fun time with it.

Ashley Poston - The Dead Romantics

Bookbub, cheap, ghost romance. I liked it enough that I think I did recommend it to someone, and certainly enough that I was horrified when I saw it in a bookstore on the "tiktok made me buy it" shelf. I'd say this is my favourite booktok book I read.

Tamsyn Muir - Gideon the Ninth

This book was first marketed to me by a friend whose taste I do not trust (see "The Flatshare" and "Red, White & Royal Blue") as "sword lesbians in space" which obviously piqued my interest. Also, people on the internet who I don't see talking about books have been talking about this series for ages. And finally, I came across it at my local library. You guys were right, this is really good, and yes I would recommend it.

Sophie Ranald - No We Can't Be Friends

Bookbub, cheap (free?). Eh.

Rebecca Crowley - Shine a Light

Bookbub, cheap (free?). A holiday romance, set not at Christmas, but at Hanukkah. Obviously I'm reading it. And unlike many of the romance novels on my list this year: I would genuinely recommend this one if you enjoy the genre.

Emily M. Danforth - The Miseducation of Cameron Post

I guess I did like Danforth's Plain Bad Heroines enough that when I saw this in the YA section of the library I took it home. Not the most exciting book I've ever read, but fine.

Ali Hazelwood - The Love Hypothesis

The first time I saw this on the "tiktok made me buy it" shelf at the bookstore, I was curious as someone whose interests include romance and academia, but who got burned by a book about those a few years back. Then I heard it was originally a Reylo fic, and I knew I had to read it. Bookbub came through for me, I paid a euro, and… well, it's not the worst book I've read all year. I wouldn't recommend it, but I did have fun with it.

Anni Nupponen - Valkoinen kaupunki (F)

Of the books in my library's tiny sci-fi section, this one seemed the most promising out of the ones I hadn't read before, and it turned out to be So Good. The world-building was amazing. Unfortunately most of you will have to take my word for it because this book has not been translated into any other languages, sorry.

Diana Wynne Jones - Howl's Moving Castle (F translation)

The movie adaptation was my comfort watch of 2020, and this book my comfort read of the same year. I don't remember what made me think of it, but I got it out the library once more. Lovely book, what more can I say? Also, the translation is really good - I'm annoying and picky about translations but this one worked. Would therefore recommend both the book and the translation.

Mary Oliver - Swan & A Thousand Mornings (both F translation)

Well. I read these because I adore Mary Oliver (we know this) and I needed lines from poems I liked for a poetry class assignment. I would recommend the poems but not the translations.

Tiina Tuppurainen - Sinä olet perheeni (F)

I heard the author speak at a Pride event and I was curious about this book as a queer Finn. I very much wanted to like this book. I did not.

Ashlyn Kane & Morgan James - Winging It

Another cheap Bookbub find. As someone who has spent a lot of time reading a lot of Check, Please! fanfiction, what was I supposed to do, not read the gay ice hockey romance? I'd recommend it if you would like the experience of reading Check, Please! fanfiction except with different characters, but it doesn't really have much more to offer.

[redacted], non-fiction

Another Humble Bundle book.

Shirley Jackson - The Lottery and Other Stories

I've read and loved two of Shirley Jackson's novels, and I figured I would love her short stories just as much. I almost did. I think I just didn't "get" some of the stories which is really a me problem.

Beth O'Leary - The Flatshare

A pal recommended this, and I read the Finnish translation a couple of years ago, and I read it again because it came up for like 1€ on Bookbub and I remembered thinking it was okay. It's a fun concept, but a fun concept does not a brilliant book make. My 2020 self was right: it was okay.

Connie Willis - Doomsday Book

I bought this in like, 2015 or 2016, when my method for selecting a book was "as long as it's sci-fi written by a woman" (which is something I still do in bookstores). It's set around Christmas, so I have a tradition of reading it around then, going so far as to buy the ebook copy because my physical copy is with my brother. I would absolutely recommend this book, but not without content warnings.

Casey McQuiston - Red, White & Royal Blue

A friend (see above re: The Flatshare) actually recommended this to me back when it came out, so I was curious about it, and another friend read it and said they hated it. This second friend lent it to me with the words "I'd tell you to enjoy, but I don't think we can be friends if you do" and I'm happy to say I wouldn't recommend this book. It's a fun read, but it isn't good.

#phew this accidentally posted early ANYWAY #here enjoy this post where i justify my reading choices instead of reviewing them properly

[dreamiesunny]

Old rival (or friend) - Din Djarin x Reader

Pairing: Mando x GN!Reader

Prompts used: 

“Don’t talk to me, someone might think we’re friends.” 

“Lean on me.” “For support ?” “Yeah what’s else ?” 

Summary: Going after a bounty in a bar, Reader -and Mando-  found themselves in a crossfire. 

Word count: 2.3k (not beta read)

Content tags/ warning: canon typical violence, mentions and descriptions of wounds / physical pain /  hurt , Reader is a bounty hunter so fight and death / murder, “rivals” coworkers to friends (to lovers eventually), Reader dissociates during the fight scene, the Razor Crest is alive, (if u wanna skip the explicit combat, it’s start at “Leaving the shelter [...]” until “At that very moment, he sure felt more like a rival”)

Set after season 2 and before episode 6 of the Book of Boba Fett. 

A/N: can’t write actual fight scenes to save my life. Oh and English isn’t my first language, please let me know if you catch any mistake !

On ao3

It was rare enough for two bounty hunters to come across each other, outside of the Guild’s cantina. So when none other than the Mandalorian entered the bar you were hunting in, your eyes widened. He walked as if he owned the place, clad in full beskar armor, now spotting a new jetpack since the last time you saw him. The entrance of a Mandalorian could never be discreet as they inspire fear by their presence only. 

Such a mood killer.

Much to your despair, he seemed to have spotted you and was walking in your direction at the end of the bar. 

“What are you doing here ?” he inquired, watching you play  mindlessly with your half-full glass.

“Don’t talk to me,” you growled to him as discreetly as possible, “someone might think we are friends.” 

“Still as warm as the morning sunshine, I see,” he commented, a smirk in his voice. 

“Shut up, Mando.” 

“Do you have a bounty here ?” He continued, turning around to look at the circular room, his back leaning on the counter, as casual as a Mandalorian can act.

You rolled your eyes. What was his deal ? Since when was the Mandalorian, Karga’s favorite hunter, such a talker ?

“I obviously don’t. I just enjoy hanging out alone, in full gear in dodgy bars,” You smirked and lowered your dark tinted glasses with a gloved finger to throw him a falsely flirty wink. 

You adjusted your glasses again, turning the heat signature tracker on. 

From the information you’ve gathered, your bounty ran colder than most due to his specie. With the location of the bar, it was the only information you had so you based your entire plan on it. 

Honestly, it didn’t look too good for you.

And the presence of the Mandalorian by your side wasn’t as reassuring as you would’ve hoped. 

In some unfunny coincidance, your bounty had tricks up his sleeves. Of fucking course. Or at least, it looked like it, as he was hiding behind a table, the casual customers turning into his personal militia. 

A bomb had tickled at your feet, a good enough sign that you -or Mando- were spotted. You barely had the time to kick it away and jump over the bar, the large body of the Mandalorian falling a second after on top of you before it exploded not too far. All hell broke loose. 

Thankfully, his hands had stopped his fall, firms on the floor by your shoulders but still caging you underneath his body. The floor was sticking behind your back. 

“I hate you,” you winced. 

It wasn’t the time but you were annoyed and a little embarrassed by the proximity. 

“Why ! I haven’t done anything.” He had the kindness to get off of you and drew his blasters out of their holsters. 

“Oh really ! You blew my cover, you dumbass !” You shouted, rolling your eyes in exaggerated annoyance.

You reached for your blaster as well, sliding in position to shoot from the top of the bar. It was a mess. You had plan to bring your bounty as  hot as possible but cold looked more and more appealing by the second. 

“Like  you had a cover to begin with !” He dared to retort and you wanted to blast him.

The Mandalorian was somewhere in between an old friend and an annoying rival. But truth be told, it was easier to fight with him than against him. 

You huffed in response, trying to focus on the job in hand. It was messy. Particle beams of energy were flying around. It felt overwhelming for a second, your brain forgetting that it was your usual day at work. The intensity of the fire force still begged the question: were you fighting one wanted man or an army ? 

Firing your shots from over the counter a little blindly, your heat signature tracker still activated, you could see that one of the men hidden behind a thrown-over table was indeed your man. And you were going to get him. 

“Let’s get it over with,” you announced as you threw a grenade aimlessly over the countertop.

The Mandalorian’s helmet was turned in your direction, slightly tilted as if questioning your sanity. 

“At least, cover me.” You whispered as you crawled toward the end of the counter, in order to walk in the main room.

Your blaster in your hand felt too hot. Your other hand clenching both a long sharp blade and a blinding grenade felt too cold. 

Head in the game, it’s showtime. 

You were going to get your bounty, colder than he already was if necessary.  

Leaving the shelter of the bar’s counter, you turned off your heat tracker as you threw the blinding grenade, letting it roll in the center of the room before it flashed its intense light.

You did what you do best. Throwing over remaining furniture, jumping over tables, pulling the triggers with calculated aim, balancing and plunging your blade into your enemies’s weakest spots. Quick and precise. You weren’t anything if not an exquisite close combat fighter.

Your killing spree was violent enough to cause the fleeing of multiple men, too scared of your ruthlessness. But you didn’t care. Your eyes were set on your target. Still there. Still backed against a poor, thrown-over wooden table.

You weren’t as aware of your surroundings as you should’ve been, already marching in your bounty’s direction, tasting the iron aroma of victory on your tongue. You hadn’t even realized that Mando wasn’t behind the counter anymore. 

You didn’t realize someone had been hidden all that time in the backroom and was definitely coming for you, with two long knives in their hands.

You hadn’t realized either that your bounty wasn’t hidden alone. And that they were armed. 

The first shot was fired aimlessly from behind the table as the new attacker went for Mando’s back. Your scream of surprise was louder than Mando’s painful groan somewhere behind you. 

You were a solo hunter, selfish, not used to playing in a team. Your brain didn’t even register the hand-to-hand combat happening behind you because it wasn’t yours. It wasn’t your fight. A solo bounty hunter, in order to stay alive, has to mind its own business. 

When you’ll think of that moment later, under the comfort of your old blanket, you’ll regret everything.

You ducked behind a table, a particle of energy bolting way too close to your ear. Burning pain shot through your skull, the gone outer cartilage of your ear as the epicenter. 

Everything after that was a blur. 

Your full consciousness striked you like lightning. Disoriented, you took a second to look around you, your eyes trailing on a limping Mandalorian a meter away, before you glanced at your feets. Your bounty was here, at your feet, right you’d wanted him from the beginning. 

“Please…” He pleaded but the shot of a blaster interrupted him forever.

Your neck turned to stare at the source of the shot. Right beside you, the Mandalorian stood, his whole body shaking except the strong gloved hand he had on his blaster as he lowered it to his holster.

At that very moment, he sure felt more like a rival. He had just got your bounty. 

You were about to give him a piece of your mind  when you turned on your heels just in time to see him fall on one of his knees, in an awkward half-standing, half-kneeling position. His other knee failed him a second after, dropping to the ground in a loud thud in the silence of the empty bar. 

“Mando ?” Your voice didn’t sound like yours, too much worry sipping through. “What’s going on ? Low sugar ?” 

He didn’t respond at all, only groaning.You rushed by his side, your hands on his helmet to keep his head up. Your eyes scanned his body for any injuries. You couldn’t see anything clearly. Damn man and his full beskar armor. 

You noticed red on the floor. 

His blood was spilling on the floor, a little too abundant to not be frightening. He was injured badly.

It was worse than expected.

“Can you stand ?” You asked, pulling him in a somewhat sitting position by the collar of his flying suit, your jaw glanced. 

He was a little heavier than you had expected, probably because he was only half conscious, mostly dead weight. 

He groaned and shook his helmet slightly in response. 

“Lean on me ?” You urged him, already putting his arm around your shoulder, squatting next to him, prepared to pull him up with you.

“For support ?” He questioned, voice low and slurred. 

“Yeah why else ?” You stressed, not believing what was happening.

“You’re stupid,” he dared to whimper, seemingly not in pain enough to shut the fuck up.

“Say you.”

Dragging the colder body of your bounty by the neckline in one hand and holding Mando to your other side, you still felt adrenaline boiling in your veins. You had money to collect and a man to save. 

Mando’s helmet was cold against your shoulder as you dragged him up the ramp of the Razor Crest. Once in the old ship, you set him down on the floor, leaning him against the cold wall on his right side, not too sure where to start. 

It was so difficult to see this usually stoic and strong man in so much pain. All because of you. 

So first, you threw your dark goggles away in irritation, now useless. You then busied yourself looking for a med kit around the ship, throwing or dropping other useless things in distress, hands shaking.

From experience, you knew how to tend all sorts of wounds, especially on yourself. But it wasn’t your job to save others. You had enough work trying to save yourself. Now, the Makers wanted to put you to the test. You had to save him. 

Once you found the med kit, you ran to sit by his side again.

“Okay…” You whispered, more for yourself than for him. “Where does it hurt ?”

“Everywhere,” he whimpered, gruffy voice. 

“Be more specific.”

“I… My back… Shoulder…My left leg… It got shot.” 

“Let’s get started on that.” At least, you knew what to do. “Don’t move or I’ll kill you myself.”

“I don’t know if I hurt my head… It might be bleeding,” he was babbling at this point.

“Oh…” It was bad. “Let’s patch you up enough so you can take care of your head ok ?” 

“That’s-...”

“I’m not gonna take off your helmet, is that clear ?” It sounded so threatening but so much like you were trying to persuade yourself,  that you had to continue. “I still have some honor left.” 

“I know. I always thought that you were… nice.”

At the end of day, maybe he was an old friend.

“As warm as morning sunshines huh ?” You tried to humor him as you took a closer look at his leg. 

The outer side of his left upper thigh was bleeding, not protected by his armor. He was going to pass out from blood-loss if you didn’t act fast but the wound was too deep for bacta spray. 

“Yeah, something like that,” he groaned at the pain but you felt a small smile in his voice.

“But really Mando, you can't find the person who puts you in such danger nice.” You shook your head and looked away, searching for a bacta patch.

"It's not your fault. It's my job too. I'm used to it," he argued and you could almost feel his sad smile. 

He really shouldn't. He's an honorable man, a father even from what you've heard lately. He deserves better. 

"I'm still sorry,” you apologized again, taking off his leg armor to place the bacta patch on the wound, maneuvering around the fabrics of his pants 

"And I still don't accept your apology,” he groaned as the tip of your fingers brushed over the wound, “you have nothing to be sorry about. It's not your fault."

"I was selfish. I…-I- didn't…” You sputtered, focused now on aiming the bacta spray on a long cut in his inner thigh. You sprayed and felt Mando’s body relax as the bacta continued to work its magic.“I wasn't careful enough. I was too greedy. If I had been more careful, maybe I could've…"

"Stop. I…" he sighed, resigned, his helmet leaning against the wall in defeat. "I don't know how to convince you that it's not your fault." 

"It’s because it is." 

"No. Shut up," he growled but it was harmless.

At least, you had entertained him enough that he didn’t pass out. Whatever injury he had under his helmet couldn’t be too serious as he remained coherent and conscious. You almost smirk, reassured  he will be fine.

You were tending a wound on his side, his chest armor on the floor next to you where you realized Mando was holding something. A small plush-looking red and white bindle.

But evidently, from the quiet of the room to despair that radiated from him, no child was living here anymore. 

"It's a lonely job sometimes," you murmured, a little hesitant but offering an opening if he wanted to talk about it. 

"It sure is. "

A beat passed but the silence was comfortable, albeit filled with unsaid confessions. 

"I'm glad you're here." he continued in a low whisper and,  bright eyes glancing at his visor, you nodded. 

You patched him up as much as possible to keep your promise. Most of the injuries he sustained were on his side or on his back, the only parts not protected by the beskar armor, which made it extremely awkward to find a comfortable position for him.

He leaned on you again, apologizing in a low gruffed voice as he limped toward the privacy of the fresher so he could take care of what you couldn’t.

As you sat on the floor next to the door of the bathroom, waiting for him as he took care of whatever wounds he sustained behind his helmet, you weren’t yet aware that you had just found your home. 

#the mandalorian x reader #the mandalorian #din djarin fic #din djarin x reader #din djarin x gn!reader #din djarin x gender neutral reader #star wars writing #my writing #din djarin #din djarin x you #the mandalorian fanfiction #din djarin fanfiction #din djarin x y/n #mando x reader #mando x you

[mcalhenwrites]

4, 6, 12 for the meme!

4. Libraries, botanical gardens, or art galleries? A difficult choice, but I think I'd choose a library! I'm not big on art galleries, and as much as I love botanical gardens, that's 1. more expensive 2. only going to take like 2-3 hours tops and books last longer than that (usually) 6. What does your dream home look like? This always changes for me, but I have one very important detail: I want it to be big enough to house a fucking massive library, and also for it to be constructed with enduring materials. None of this "your house is gonna need major five-digit $$$ repairs within a couple of years" bullshit please. Houses are too expensive to be obsolete in five years like your computer unless you're always upgrading them. I live in an area with so many natural disasters and we're getting earthquakes on top of the tornadoes and flooding and winter storms now

12. Do you prefer baking or cooking? Good gravy, I despise both, but I'll take cooking over baking. I have trouble with reading ingredient measurements and always botch something, and baking is always so specific. Cooking can be, too, but uhhh... you should see how I cook. Baked potato? Easy to eyeball ingredients, yes, that's a lot of cheese and green onion, but we don't plan to live old here. Soups/stews? Well, you see, I eyeball how many veggies and meat go in this broth with salt, pepper, etc. Chicken? goes in the oven with veggies covered in however much olive oil and spices came out that day. (Although I learned how to do it with CURRY SEASONING AND THAT IS GODLY) Veggies aren't gonna be like "you didn't sift me enough and make sure I was EXACTLY 1/2 cup, so now this will be a lead rock of bread in your oven" like breads. UGH. Breads. I hate them.

#I don't eat much bread anyway like... I would die for rice #but bread is better homemade and I only make BRICKS so fuck bread actually

[winderlylandchime]

2/2 ‘Justin for fucks sake, GET AWAY FROM CODY. TAKE YOUR ASS BACK TO SCHOOL. AND GET A FUCKING GRIP. Why are we at a construction site? (It shows Hobbs) YOU FUCKING PIECE OF MANIPULATIVE SHIT. I AM ABOUT TO STOMP YOU ALL THE WAY TO HELL MYSELF. JUSTIN FOR FUCKS SAKE WILL YOU NOW RUN AWAY?! WHEN WILL YOU REALIZE THAT THIS FUCKER WILL BE THE DEATH OF YOU? JUSTIN PLEASE. *covers his face and starts sliding off the couch and then looks at me and says it in a kinda angry voice* i hate you for making this show my problem. (Hobbs says what the fuck is he doing there) you know what? Fuck this guy too but I too am asking myself that. GO AWAY JUSTIN. Please Justin go home to Brian. Tell him you saw this fucker and make him deal with Cody. THERE! That should be the rest of the season.’ ‘Oh for fucks sake Ben, i dont have time for your boring self and your boring book and your boring relationship.‘ now the Deb/Vic scene is about to happen ‘oh fuck. Theres a whole party and Deb wasn’t invited. Nooo. That’s kind of sad. *turns to look at me* promise me we will never be like that. Even tho i am annoying at times like Debbie’ ‘oh for fucks sake Mel, get off your high fucking horse and realize that not everything is about you. EXACTLY! ITS ABOUT THE KID.’ ‘YES DAPH HE NEVER SHOULDVE AND HE WOULDNT HAD YOU NOT SAID HIS NAME! CODY SHUT THE FUCK UP, you werent there. JUSTIN NO’ *puts his hands up and like shakes them as if he wants to choke cody?* ‘brian is all alone at the club, drunk. SEE THIS IS WHAT JUSTIN RUNNING AROUND DOING STUPID SHIT DOES TO A MAN! Why is he quoting Shakespear? Violence for violence is fucking stupid. The anger you’re feeling now might be keeping you warm at the moment but what good does that do when you die because of it? Life should just be vibes and fun. Brian stop justifying it for fucks sake, i thought we were on the same side!’ ‘Well fuck he really told him his book sucked. Good but also DAMN. Fuck you ben. Dont ask questions you dont want answers to’ the Daphne and Brian scene is up ‘a young woman? I swear if its his sister again, i am gonna flip th- OH DAPHNE! So technically i was right. FINALLY SHE FUCKING COMES TO HIM! (It cuts to Justin staring at that gun range poster or whatever) i will do anything to have this storyline wrapped up and done. I hate this shit. This is not my baby Justin, that cody brainwashed him. BRIAN THERE IS SO MUCH YOU CAN DO! LIKE I DONT KNOW, FIGHT CODY FOR HIM OR SOME SHIT. *pauses on Brian when daphne asks what if he gets hurt and points to him* see that? That is a face of a person who is terrified of that idea and yet we are for some reason not doing shit about it. Justin, please stop being a dumb bitch. Id get if this shit happened after season 1. But this came out of fucking nowhere.’ WE ARE NOW AT THE HOBBS SCENE ‘what the fuck is going on? Justin, go home. Cody, go to hell. PAUSE *pauses tv* he still gets nightmares? And i just find out about this now? Now you see this bullshit would make more sense if you fucking showed me that shit! Or maybe showed me Brian taking care of him after a nightmare *looks at me* don’t. There is not nearly enough of Brian and Justin sweet scenes! Anyway..*hits play* NO! NO! NO! JUSTIN NO! PLEASE DONT! JUSTIN! CODY SHUT THE FUCK UP! NO JUSTIN NO! BRIAN WHERE ARE YOU?! *looks at me confused* WHY AM I ASKING FOR BRIAN THE FUCK? JUSTIN STOP THIS SHIT. Justin, this isn’t you! (Justin puts the gun in hobbs’ mouth) COME THE FUCK ON! JUSTIN NO! Dont become like him! WHY THE FUCK IS THIS HAPPENING?! NO NO PLEASE NOOOO FUCK YOU CODY! FUCK YOU ALL THE WAY TO HELL! Justin, youre better than this. (He takes the gun away) *takes a dee breath* thank fucking hell. (Justin starts walking away) FINALLY YOU HAD A REALIZATION BABY! FUCKING FINALLY! YES GO HOME! PLEASE LET THIS BE DONE’ he then sat back on the couch and went ‘ive never been more stressed in my life. This was my hell. *there was a knock at the door from delivery guy* and then i heard him go ‘have you even seen queer as folk? Watch it’ then he just closed the door like thats normal.

i hate you for making this show my problem LMAO!!!

Brian really does try to see the whole Pink Posse thing from Justin's POV. He really does try. But it's really the worst and he eventually sees that!

And it is so satisfying when Justin finally walks away. Phew. You're done with this arc.

Soon all the hospital employees and delivery people in your area are going to be watching qaf...

#ask winderlylandchime #dear sweet anon #queer as folk #a straight man watches qaf us 2000 in the year of our lord 2023

[magnumversum]

La Vie De Fête Season 2 Episode 2: Suit Game

Title Of The Story Comes From: “Can’t Hold Us” By Macklemore

His black suit smelled like mint leaves swirled in a bowl of lavender. His glossy red tie emanated the scent of fresh peonies, and his white undersuit had a pulchritudinous mix of lilacs and magnolia scents. His partner’s long, billowing gown had hints of a rose scent, and a faintly glistening yellow shimmer, partially because of the rose in Joran had betwixt his gritting teeth.

The stage lights gave off the perfect shine, Joran’s and his partner’s reflections cast vividly onto the dance floor; the audience’s noises were perfect, the cheers and roaring applauding wasn’t too vigorous; the music was fitting for an extravagant night. There were men who were also in black coats, watching Joran from afar, swords being drawn from shields hidden behind their coats. As they walked onto the dance stage, Joran slipped the rose out from his gritting teeth and pointed the stem to the floor. From the tip of the stem drew a metal blade.

He held his hand out to his partner, resuming an exhilarating dance whilst battling the foes with his other hand. Their eyes met as if Joran was a completely different person; he kept his eyes steadily on hers, holding her arm with one hand and twirling her. His other hand warded off the foes, the rose-sword like a needle in the air, a whirling, thin weapon disguised as a symbol of affection. In seconds, he defeated all of the suited foes, and the audience around them had shocked looks, and the pianist had left the ballroom.

Rasheb Nevim sat by his bedside with the book with the gray cover in his hand. A teardrop rolled down his moist cheek, absorbed into the page as he wrote. The pen dragged against the page as he wrote. He held back tears, a drained face, as he wrote, “I don’t know who I am, where I fit in this confusing enigma we call life.” The pen struggled to find its way to the other end of the page, stalling at the end of the sentence halfway across the paper.

There was familiar knocking—a muted, dwindling series of light pokes at the door. Rasheb said with a weak murmur, “You can come in.” Behind the gray door, a pair of gray loafers stepped in, then the rest of a gray suit, then Joran’s soft voice came from behind the door, drowned by the annoying blue light and the pounding rain. “I can’t hear you.”

“I know you said it was quiet time,” Joran said, walking in softly. “I don’t want to intrude for too long—may I close the door? I know nobody else is here but”—Rasheb nodded, so Joran obliged—”but I wanted to make sure you’ll be okay.” Joran asked if he could sit next to Rasheb, to which he nodded, and Joran continued, “You’re an amazing friend.”

Rasheb looked up, a glimmer of crimson light showing in his eyes, one that became more of a red sore than a sign. “I want to be left alone for a little while…” There was trembling in his hands, his strained veins floating up from his skin; and a wishless look in his eyes, a speechless look from his mouth, a sad one; but Joran knew the man—not just the idol, or the moniker, or the symbol—was in there somewhere. “Please…”

Joran couldn’t leave him alone, especially not now. Not his friend, he thought. Not his friend. “There’s something I never told you about myself.”

Joran placed his hand on Rasheb’s leg and looked into his eyes, grasping to hold their attention long enough to save Rasheb, to save his friend. “I was lost too, seeking my identity. I never wanted to be a spy. In high school I was kidnapped, tied up and forced into repeating twisted values.

“They kept telling me things, whispering lies in my ear, telling me that I was born to be a conman, that I was born to cheat people out to serve their empire. They told me that if I didn’t do their work, what purpose did I have?” Joran put his fingers on his chin, picking a garden of wet hairs on his chin. “Then one day I saw through the lies, told myself I deserved better, and I decided to work for a legitimate government agency, and now on my own terms—”

“—because you’re who you are,” Rasheb blurted. “You’re Agent Joran: the man who skydived from a plane without a parachute and landed on an armored tank without breaking a bone. I would love to have half the strength you have. You don’t cry about anything.”

“Actually,”—a momentary pause between them to listen to the thunder, to observe the lightning that fractured the skies—”some nights I lay awake thinking about all of the things I’ve done, the people I’ve hurt, and I sob uncontrollably. Not tonight, though.” Joran continued to brush the moist hairs on his chin as he kept insisting to himself: “Not tonight, though.”

Rasheb Nevim looked at him with a soft, renewed smile. In his crimson eyes, though muffled by prior dread, spoken softly were whispers of hope.

Red and blue lights flashed intermittently, swirling and blasting into small apartment windows, shortly illuminating two gray trash cans vomiting onto the side of the road. Hiding behind the trash cans were two figures, cast in the dwindling lights of police sirens, Guy Red and Joran. Once the shrieking wail of sirens came and left, they rummaged through the trash cans, digging through crumpled napkins that still had tomato paste and old, spoiled rotisserie chicken bones and plastic wraps for toys in kids’ meals and pasta, all infested with fleas.

There was a small litter of tourists crossing the street, headed in their direction, adults and children wearing tee shirts and sneakers and sunglasses, led by a tour guide wearing a generic employee uniform who rambled on about the things you could buy in thrift stores and the poorly lit restaurants nearby. Joran and Guy Red climbed up a moonlit apartment building, then continued their search after the tourists left. There were old magazines and cat litter and a small plastic toy, and at the bottom of the trash can was a big, lofty, safe in ash gray.

Joran and Guy Red, cast in the white moonlight glow, carried the safe through the ravaged backstreets of New York, carefully avoiding the balconies reaching out like arms, where an unsuspecting thief might get caught by an onlooker with a flashlight who just happens to be a police officer. Under the dim stare of a crimson lamp, the package unfolded, nauseously purging its contents onto the floor. Joran, the spy, gave a jaded sigh.

[snek-panini]

At long last, I have a new book to share! Feels like forever since the last one. This is Vita Nova, a fantastic Good Omens fic by @philoomenaa that I asked to bind way back in October. It took me a while to get here and I learned several new techniques for this bind but it was so very worth the wait. It's an excellent pre-season 2 story from 2019-2020, involving the fandom's favorites dealing with an unexpected bout of both humanity and memory loss. It's just...really really good and I love it.

More photos and process talk under the cut! There are a lot of details to see with this one.

One of the things I learned for this bind was homemade book cloth. I used the heat n bond method and had pretty good results with this satiny bronze cloth that I found in the Joann's remnant bin. The making of the cloth was fairly straightforward but it handles very differently to regular book cloth. The satin is really slippery and absolutely would not hold a crease at the hinge. I think it also shrank a little at the gluing stage? Which sounds weird but I left my usual amount of space for the corner turn-ins but still had teeny tiny gaps on three of the corners, which has never happened to me before. I also had an issue with glue seepage when I applied HTV to the cover and spine. You can see this in the images above, and here in the spine photos:

Part of the reason it has that fancy art nouveau frame on the cover is an attempt to hide this. I think it's the heat press re-activating the heat n bond to cause it. I found out two things here: that fabric requires less press time than book cloth or cardstock, and that if you move the heat press slowly but constantly like an iron it is way less likely to do this. I was super disappointed that it happened but now, a few days later, it doesn't seems so bad. I guess some items just come with a little personal history already baked in.

Here, have some more glamour shots:

The geometric endpapers were chosen specifically to go with this cloth. I found them at the same craft store and knew I had use them together, they look so incredible. And I learned edge gilding for this project! It was very annoying. The final result here is with heat transfer foil, and I did about six tests on scrap text blocks before I got a result I was at all satisfied with. I tried rub n buff (great coverage, not shiny enough, kept coming off on my fingers even after curing for 2 days) and an actual gilding kit (flaked off as soon as I separated the pages). The heat foil still has some patchy spots but was by far the best-looking result. I also learned double-core end bands for this project! Because I wanted some kind of match for those opulent endpapers and didn't want to settle for just two colors. I think they came out pretty well for a first try and I'll definitely be doing them again.

Couple of photos of the ribbon I chose for the bookmark. It's probably a little too wide for a book this length; you can see in the end band photo that I had to fold it in half to get it to lay in the spine properly. But it looks so good with the other design elements that I couldn't resist. Luxury all the way on this one.

Speaking of luxury, have a look at the interior:

From left to right, we have the title page, the ornament I chose for the chapter numbers, and the scene break divider. All the images came from rawpixel with just the lightest amount of editing from me. The chapter image is the same as the star on the title page, but I made it gray and took out the center to turn it into a frame for the numbers. The cloth and endpapers really set the tone for this one all the way through, and all the other design choices followed from there. It's really gorgeous, guys. I love it so much.

And that's it! That was the last work in progress I had from 2023, and I'm so pleased to have finally finished it. Hope you like it, AMidnightDreary!

#bookbinding #fanbinding #snek makes books #good omens #i can't believe it's done it's been a wip for like four months #i am still a little sad about the glue but it really is gorgeous and I'm proud of it

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Crush

Fandom:My babysitter’s a vampire

Request: ” If possible can you write about different times where Benny weir tries to impress the reader and fails but ends up successfully wining her over somehow please 🥺👉👈 “

Genre: Fluff

Warnings:Mentions of violence

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Benny's crush on you was nothing short of obvious. You'd known him and Ethan since grade school, so there was no way not to notice his change of behavior towards you.

At first he started texting you more often. Instead of talking on the groupchat you had with the fang gang, you would have long private conversations about movies, school, Friday night plans, the supernatural and spells and everything in between. You weren't special in any way, didn't have powers like Benny or E and you weren't a vampire like Sarah or Rory, you were just you. Nevertheless, you loved helping your friends through all of their adventures. One of these charades, however, ended poorly for you. 

You had gotten beaten up by a couple of vampires one night, as revenge for taking out their leader. They left you for good on the ground, covered in blood and dirt and tears. Almost instinctively, you made your way to Ethan’s and from there, everyone found out about what had happened. Benny got to you first, after he received the messages about the incident

"What happened?" he burst through the door of E's room. You were laying in bed, all bandaged up, with E bandaging your wounds. That didn't last long, cause Benny decided to take over and take care of you himself. 

"You feeling ok?" he asked, once Ethan left to get you something sweet from the kitchen, to cheer you up

"Better and better" you replied honestly

"You could have come to mine, too. I would have cared for you just like E!" 

"You're helping me now, it's all that matters!" 

Soon enough, you were back in action, back to your old self, as if the accident never even happened. 

Couple of weeks after that night,you and Benny were walking home after school when he cracked a joke about how great of a couple you would make 

"I mean, could you imagine everyone's face if we got together?" 

"Sarah would lose her mind" you laughed

"I know but like, honestly, I think it wouldn't be that crazy?" he raised his shoulders, trying to make it sound like it was no big deal but failing miserably "I mean we've been friends since forever and we both like the same things and have the same idea of a perfect date night!" 

"Oh do we now?" you laughed "Care to share?" 

“A movie night in!” he replied, very confidently “Pizza, snacks, cuddles and action movies. What more could you possibly ask for?”

“Some romance for starters” 

“Did I forget to mention the cuddles?”

“No” you laughed at his silliness “But what about something a little more fancy than pjs and doritos”

“First off, my star trek jammies? Bomb! You even said so yourself” Benny pointed an incriminatory finger at you and you nodded your head “Second off, go ahead! Tell us about this elegant dream date of yours!”

“Dinner in town!”

“Lame!”

“A walk through the city center after? Dressed in fancy clothes and looking up at all the Christmas decorations! Oh, did I mention it’s the winter season?”

“I can sense that you are trying really hard to redeem yourself but still pretty lame”

Talks like this, about perfect dates and ideal partners became a routine between you and Benny. You opened up to him a lot more than you ever did to anyone else and he was opening up to you just as much, if not more. And then the compliments came next.

“Y/N, your hair looks really good today!”

“That shirt fits you well!”

“I like what you did with your makeup!”

“Y/N, you look especially pretty today!”

Each day that went by he got more and more bald with his comments. Compliments turned into flirtations remarks that made you blush and than, finally, he asked you on a date. It happened after you and your friends captured a fairy that Rory summoned by accident, while playing with grandma Weir’s spell books.

“So, anything else planned tonight?” Benny asked you, on your walk back home

“After that?” you laughed “No, I think whatever plan I had went out the window after that”

“So then maybe you could come over? Grandma made brownies, we could steal the tray and watch horror movies'' Benny stuffed his fists into his pockets and took a  deep breath before adding “ Like a little date night…”

“A date night?” you questioned

“Well, yeah!”

“It’s kinda late...” you said after giving it some thought “And I’m tired.”

“Oh, um, yeah! No problem!” he smiled in a poor attempt to hide his disappointment

“Thank you though!”

“Yeah, no problem.” you walked past him and turned the corner on your street but before you could get too far away, Benny screamed

“The offer is still open whenever, you know?”

“I do” you smiled before waving goodbye!

Next day at school, things were back to normal. Benny was as flirty with you as ever and even a little more touchy than you knew him to be.You were getting used to this Benny and the more time went on, the more you were growing to like this new version of him. 

One day, a little over a month after that night, after classes, he was helping you study in the library. You had an important history exam coming up and needed help learning. You had spent all day there and were beyond exhausted by the time you finally exited school with B by your side.

“ You will do great, don’t even worry about it!”

“Easy for you to say. This grade is important to me Benny. Maybe after I get home and have some lunch I will look over my notes some more and…”

“No, no no no!” you were cut off by Benny “You are tiring yourself out for no reason! Listen to me, you are more than prepared!” B stepped in front of you to look into your eyes “You did amazing today and got incredible scores on all your practice tests. You are more than prepared and I believe in you! You got this!” you smiled at his kind words

“Is the offer still available?”

“What offer?” you giggled. It had been a long time since that night

“Date night offer” Benny’s expression turned to panic as he realised what you were talking about

“Aaa, yeah! Absolutely”

“Cool. Then I’m free on Friday?”

“Yeah, yeah! Friday works fine for me!”

~~~

“Just a few more steps…” Benny whispered to you as he was helping you navigate his house blindfolded. He had a surprise for you that he was very excited about.

“Don’t peak!”

“I won’t”

“Ok, you ready?”

“As ready as I’ll ever be” when B took off your blindfold, it took you a moment to adjust to the dim light of the candles, that were flickering all around the dining room. The table was decorated with roses and 2 servings of pasta were waiting for you

“Benny…” you were left speechless

“It’s the middle ground for both our perfect dates! A fancy dinner, except in the comfort of our home” he laughed before adding, somewhat more shy this time “Do you like it?” but all you could do was wrap your hands around his neck and kiss him deeply. At first he was taken by surprise but as soon as he registered what was happening, he wrapped his arms around your waist, bringing you impossibly closer to his body and kissing you back with even more passion. His soft lips felt like heaven, like the way you always imagined they would. Had it not been for your need for air, you wouldn’t have pulled away ever. “That usually happens at the end of the movie” Benny laughed

“Yeah, well, we aren’t exactly your standard couple” you giggled

“C-couple?”

“Yes, Bens. Couple!” and with that you leaned back in for another kiss, getting lost in his embrace and the taste of his lips.

#mbav x reader #mbav #benny weir #benny weir imagine #benny weir x reader #benny weir fluff

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Moi Je Joue

Summary: A nighttime picnic date forces young Spencer out of his comfort zone.

A/N: This is a sort of request for a season 1/2 Spencer with glasses fic. It’s not explicitly sub!spence but those are most definitely the vibes

Pairing: Spencer Reid x Fem!Reader

Category: Mostly smut, and a lil fluff

Warnings/Includes: smut, graphic descriptions of sexual acts, unprotected sex, penetrative sex, public sex (well semi-public), please let me know if there’s anything I’ve missed!

Word count: 2.1k

Request: “Ooh, maybe reader borrows his glasses and he gets all flustered because she looks adorable in them?” + “heavy petting in a public place and he gets all nervous”

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He’s been trying to ask her out for so long. So pathetically long. But the words would always get stuck in his throat whenever he thought he’d built up the courage to say them.

This time though, this time he managed to blurt them out, and she was as excited as him for their date. It shocked him really. Most of why he was afraid to ask was because he was so afraid she’d say no. Or just never talk to him again. But she’s said yes. And then a different kind of panic set in.

He had to take her on a date now, and it had to be a nice one, and it had to go well. She deserved nothing more than the most romantic date that Spencer could think of.

So he went with a cliché, a picnic. A picnic underneath the stars in this little secluded part of the park that he loved so much. He went there alone quite a lot, bringing books to read and a blanket to lay on. It was a spot he loved and he really, really hoped she’d like it too. Maybe it could be their spot? He was getting ahead of himself already.

He planned it for a clear night, so that when they were lying down on his blanket, by the light of the little lamp he’d brought, he could point up at the stars.

“See that one there, the one that looks like a ‘W’?” Spencer points up, and she focuses her attention towards the stars glittering above her.

“I think so” she squints a little, even if she had no idea which one he was talking about the view was still breathtaking.

“That’s Cassiopeia, first catalogued by the Greek astronomer Ptolemy in the 2nd century. Greek mythology says that Poseidon banished Cassiopeia to the sky, to suffer upside down on her throne forever because of her vanity”

“Was she beautiful?” She turns to Spencer and asks but she doesn’t wait for an answer, “I want to take a closer look” she says, sitting up on her elbows to pluck the glasses off his face.

It takes him a second to register what’s going on before she’s putting them on, lying back down on the blanket so that she can look back up at the stars through his frames. She can’t see much of anything with them on really, but she’d wanted to do that forever. Spencer was so easy to tease, he got nervous so easily but in a way that was so completely endearing.

It’s not like he was totally blind without his glasses, but when he propped himself up to look at her he wished he had perfect vision so he could commit it to memory. The way her hair was fanned out around her, his glasses perched on the bridge of her nose, all lit up by the moon and the stars. She was the most perfect thing he’d ever seen, blurry or in focus.

But he takes the glasses back off of her then, so that he can put them back on and see the clearer picture. When he does she’s gazing back up at him, her bottom lip tucked gently between her teeth.

He leans down slowly, he knows it’s the right move, but he’s still nervous. And she can tell so she brings a hand up to the back of his neck, cradling it gently so that she can pull him down towards her just a little and bring their lips together.

His lips are soft, and he’s too shy to apply anything more than the lightest pressure, so she tugs him just a little closer, giving him permission to relax into it. And so he does, teasing along her bottom lip with his tongue, prompting her to open her mouth just enough so that his tongue can slide inside and taste her properly.

When he pulls back eventually she’s looking up at him expectantly, “What was that for?” She asks with a smile, and his lips pull up in a matching one immediately.

“You just looked so pretty” he breathes out, and it’s so genuine, and so unbearably sweet that she’s on him again instantly. Pushing against his side just a little so that she can have a little more control this time. Until she’s on top of him on the blanket, his hands resting gently on her lower back as her legs rest either side of him, her torso laying almost flat on top of his.

They stay like that for a while, tongues tangling together, his hands never roaming any father than the small area between her waist and her lower back. Nervous and terrified to do anything more.

Until she’s sitting up, looking down at him as she sits perched on top of his hips. The skirt of her dress is all fanned out around them, and he’s painfully aware that her panties are the only piece of fabric thats covering her under that skirt. He wishes he didn’t think about that because the second he did he was absolutely done for.

She grinds down on him just a little and she can feel it immediately, his cock beginning to grow hard right beneath her. And she knows she has to play her cards right here.

So she leans back down along his torso, bringing her lips to his ears this time. Her hands reaching down to find his and place them on her thighs, just under the hem of her dress.

“I want you to touch me Spencer, please?” She moans it against his ear and she can feel his cock move against her leg.

His fingertips dig into her thighs eagerly and she tucks her face right into he crook of his neck. Her lips connecting with the delicate pale skin there, sucking and biting it just a little so that there’d at least be a small mark there when she was done.

When she starts to grind down on him a little harsher though he starts to freeze up, she can feel the way he tenses under her so she pulls back gently and he looks so nervous.

She lets him sit up a little, “What’s wrong, do you want me to stop?” she asks him and it’s so sweet and genuine.

“No! No. I just— we’re in the park? In public?” he rushes out, looking around them quickly. She takes his pretty face in her hands, cradling it softly.

“When was the last time you saw anyone walk past Spence?” she asks and he nods, “There’s no one around” she reassures.

He looks up at her through his glasses, his eyes so round and sweet, “Are you sure?”

“Of course baby” she tells him and something in him snaps, baby. He’s her baby.

He lunges at her then, kissing her with a newfound intensity as he pulls her back down on top of him. Placing his hands on either side of her head so that he can keep her face pressed close to his while she lays above him.

It doesn’t take long before things are picking up where they left off, she has to put Spencer’s hands back where she wants them, taking them off of her face and directing them back to her thighs. He learns fast, he knows that she moans a little louder when he digs his nails in rather than just his fingertips. He can feel the extra heat in her kiss as his hands creep slowly closer to her ass.

“Touch me Spencer, I’m yours” she moans out and that’s all the reassurance he needs before his hands are gripping her ass over her panties and they’re both moaning now.

She starts to grind down on him again, now that she knows just how excited he is. Every time her hips push down against his he seems to let out a little whimper. When she’d had enough of teasing him like that she snakes her hand down between then tugging at his belt until its undone, and then she’s pulling down his zipper so she can get her hand inside.

When she touches him for the first time over his briefs she can feel the wet patch from where he’d been leaking against the cotton. His cock twitches against her fingers, and even thought it’s dark she’s fairly certain she can see his face has flushed completely pink.

“Are we gonna…” Spencer trails off in a little gasp as her hand grips his cock now, squeezing it just a little.

“Only if you want to baby” she assures him, and he’s nervous, but he’s also more turned on than he’s ever been, so he nods his head.

“Please” it comes out like a little desperate whimper, and how could she say no to that.

She moves a little so that she’s hovering above his lap, moving the skirt of her dress out of the way so that she can pull his cock out of his trousers. It looks painfully hard and it’s leaking at the tip from anticipation. He whimpers as soon as she’s touching it skin to skin, he’d been desperate for this for so much longer than he'd realized.

“Uh, Y/N” he whines, covering his face with his arm, biting into it in an effort to stifle his pathetic little noises.

“That’s it baby” she comforts him, pumping along his length a few times with one hand, the other coming up to pull his arm away from his face. “I wanna hear those pretty little noises”

She lets go and moves back to her position hovering over him, lining up against his cock before slowly sinking down on it. She’s gathered her dress up so that he can see himself disappear into her as she moves down his length, taking him inch by inch. He almost cums from the sight alone.

She gives both of them time to get used to the feeling. Spencer already looked like he was about to burst. She was so tight and wet and warm around him. When she started to move it was almost too much.

The noises Spencer made as she rocked up and down on him were so desperate, almost pained. He wanted to watch but he just had to let his head fall back against the blanket beneath him, squeeing his eyes shut because he could focus on nothing but the feeling of her on top of him.

His hands stayed firmly on her hips, not guiding her or anything, he wouldn’t even trust himself to do that. More just trying to hold on, to ground himself. She’s almost taking more pleasure in the faces he makes and the little wanton moans that escape him than the feeling of him inside of her. If there had been people around they’d have most certainly been caught by now

She takes a little pity on him though and leans down to capture his lips in a soft warm kiss, letting him moan all he likes into her mouth so that if she can’t hear his noises she can at least feel them.

When she pulls back she whispers right into his ear, “You’re doing so good for me baby, you feel perfect” he can only whimper in response and his head falls back down against the blanket.

She takes the opportunity to litter kisses all along the column of his pretty little throat. Sucking especially hard right below his ear, leaving a delicate bruise right where he wouldn’t be able to cover it up tomorrow.

It didn’t take much longer before she could feel him tensing beneath her, his hips squirming just a little, his grip on her hips growing more frantic. He was close and she knew it.

“Cum for me baby, I want it inside me” she gives him permission, and the sound of her voice alone is turning him on at this point. Right on cue he spills inside of her, his hands losing their grip on her hips as she continues to move up and down on top of him only a few times more.

And then she’s finishing too, before she’s collapsing down onto him. Their chests pressed right up against each other as they tried to steady out their breathing.

“What were you saying about Cassiopeia?” she giggles.

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(The Bad Batch) Tech x Reader: Pause

   Edit: Forgot to include that this was set during episode 2.

Warning: spoilers if you haven’t seen the second episode yet

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   You emerged from the room, stretching contentedly while breathing in the fresh farm air.  It was a strange combination of scents.  Every now and then, you’d get whiffs of the farm animals, but there were also sweet-smelling plants growing on the property.  Not to mention the faintly dusty yet warming smell of the old wood boards that made up the house.

   Sun rays washed the planks with golden light, and you could see flecks of dust floating in the air.  Suu was cleaning up after the kids’ lunch while Tech and Echo reviewed data in a more shadowy part of the room to view their screens better.  Wrecker stood by one of the windows, adjusting his sun hat.

   It was a nice pause from all the events that had recently transpired.

   You smiled.  “Nice poncho, Wrecker.”

   “Thanks,” he grinned back, resting his hands on hips and puffing out his chest humorously.  “I think it suits me.”  Then, he seemed to notice your change of clothes.  “Heyyy, _________, you look great too.”

   At Wrecker’s response, you saw Tech look up from his holopad out of the corner of your eye.

   “Thank you,” you said.  “I do enjoy kicking butt and taking names, but it’s also nice to be in civies again.”  You glanced around.  “Where’s Hunter?”

   “He went with Cut into town to book a transport,” Tech interjected.

   “Oh, okay.”  You put your hands on your hips, gaze wandering back to Suu.  “Is there anything I can do?  You and Cut have been such kind hosts.”

   “We help anyone we can,” she replied with a smile, pausing to think.  “But if you insist, I could use some help picking vegetables for our last meal here.”

   “Sure, whatever you need.”

   She opened a large cabinet and handed you a basket before grabbing one for herself.  You still had the strangest feeling of eyes on you, and you glanced around to see Tech staring for a moment.  Echo was shaking his head with an amused smile on his face while Wrecker nudged his brother.

   “Uh, Tech?” Wrecker laughed.  “You’re kind of staring.”

   “No, no.”  Tech shook his head, finally tearing his eyes away from you and back to the device in hand.  He began tapping on the screen rapidly.  “I was merely thinking.”

   “Thinking about ________ in her cute farmer civie clothes,” Wrecker joked, giving Echo a nudge this time and causing him to chuckle.  You covered your mouth to hide the bashful laugh that threatened to escape and hurried after Suu as she walked out the back door into the garden.

   The two of you began to walk down the dirt path, and Suu stopped to show you what to look for in these kinds of vegetables to know when they’re ready to be picked.

   “We don’t want the deep green ones.  They’re not ready,” she explained.  “See this one?  It’s more of a yellow-green.  That means it’s good to be picked.”

   “And what do you make with these?”

   “All sorts of things.” Suu told you as she put the vegetable in her basket.  “I’m bringing some with us when we leave.  It has a bit of a peppery flavor, so it is especially good in stew or casseroles.  I also like to dry some out to use during the off-season.”

   “Wow, that’s neat.”  You eyed a large, yellow-green one and looked to her for a nod of approval before plucking it from the stalk. 

    “So,” she paused, raising a brow.  “What was that about back there?  With Tech?”

   You shrugged.   “I have no idea.”

   “It looks like he likes you.  I’ve never seen him take his eyes off a screen for more than a minute at a time.”

   You tried to reign in your hope as you dismissed her observation with the casual wave of your hand.  “He just...stares sometimes.”

   “So he does it a lot?”

   “That’s not what I…”  You placed a few more ripe veggies in your basket.  You recalled a few times you’d caught Tech with his eyes on you.  Usually he was focused on missions, but on occasion when the squad wasn’t in imminent danger, you’d look over to see him already gazing in your direction.  He’d quickly turn his attention back to something else, and you’d try to not think too much into it.  “Yeah, I guess he does now that I think about it.”

   “And,” Suu dropped another vegetable in her basket.  “How do you feel?”

   “Me?” your gaze fell away from her curious eyes shyly.  “I think Tech is a valuable member of the team, and he’s very smart and kind.”

   She shook her head, smiling.  “But how do you feel about him?”

   Where to begin?

   Even though his “incredible mind” was his genetics, it was his hunger for knowledge and his desire to use it for good that you admired.  He may not gush about it, but the love he had for his family was evident in his actions.  He always strived to be helpful with information and tried to do what was best for the group.  Not to mention the big-brother role he had taken on with the squad’s recent addition of Omega warmed your heart.

   These were just a few things you loved about him.  

   Meanwhile, Suu read into your silence, and her smile grew wider.  “I see.  Well, don’t wait too long to tell each other.  When Cut and I realized how we felt, that was it.”

   “You both make a great couple and team.”

   “Teamwork is the only way to make it work,” she said, setting her full basket onto the dirt path to rest.  Her gaze wandered to your basket which was almost too much to carry.  “I think we have more than enough.  Let’s head back to the house and chop a few up for dinner.”

   You were several feet away from the house when Tech emerged, adjusting his goggles with Wrecker following behind grinning.  The two saw you lugging your basket along and pausing to rest for a moment. 

   “Let me help you with that,” Tech said as he walked over.  You gratefully let him take the basket with relative ease.

   “Thank you,” you replied.

   Wrecker approached and kindly took Suu’s basket from her arms, and she offered thanks as he carried it the rest of the way into the house.  Tech walked beside you the remainder of the short trip, only leaving your side to set the basket down on the counter.  You tucked your hands into the pockets of your civie pants and inwardly debated.

    “Hey Tech, I-”

   “_________, I-”  He had just turned around and came face-to-face with you at the same time.  Both of you clamped your mouths shut, waiting for the other to continue.  “Please, go ahead.”

   “Um, well, I…I wanted to talk to you.”

   “Funny,” he said.  “I wanted to talk to you too.”

    “Oh.”  You felt your heartbeat pick up.  “Okay then, we-”

    “We’re back,” Cut called as he walked through the front door.  Hunter followed behind.  “We couldn’t get a transport.  Something about chain codes.”

   “Tech, can you find out what this is all about?” Hunter asked.  Tech gave a nod and quickly took out a holopad.  He paused to give you an apologetic glance, but you smiled and nodded in understanding.  There were other matters to attend to.  The conversation would have to wait.  You watched Tech take a seat at the table in the chair by Suu, and Cut and Hunter took their seats.  You joined Echo off to the side, folding your arms as you listened in.

   “Hmm, it appears all public transport is now restricted without chain codes,” Tech informed the group.

   “Which Cut can’t sign up form” Suu pointed out.  “He’ll be arrested when they realize he’s a deserter.”

   Your gaze wandered back to Tech as the conversation continued, wondering when you’d have another opportunity to talk alone.

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Please Say That You're Joking (Pt.1) - Chuck Shurley Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: Please Say You're Joking (Pt. 1) [You can read part 2 by clicking here!]

Pairing: Chuck Shurley X Winchester!Reader

Requested: Nope

Word Count: 2,930 words

Warning(s): mentions of sex, threats of violence

Summary: (Season 4; Season 11) (Y/n) had a single one-night stand while coping with loss in a not healthy way... if only they had a clue about the weight of their actions.

Author's Note: I was recently going back through some of the "lighter" episodes of Supernatural because I wanted to watch something I could chuckle at. That's where this came from.

This might be the most crackheaded thing I've written in a while.

Also, the amount of things I had to bullshit my way through this is actually ridiculous.

Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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Sam, Dean, and I walked into the motel room. We were all confused and slightly scared.

We had gone to a comic book shop to do some work on a case. However, we were then called fans.

Fans of what?

Well, fans of a series of books about our lives.

I was the middle Winchester child. Two years younger than Dean, two years older than Sam. I was beyond confused when I saw some weird, romanticized version of me on the cover of a book.

"This is so weird," I mumbled, plopping onto one of the beds in the room.

Sam jumped onto his laptop and started researching. Dean was holding one of the books, reading through it. I didn't even want to touch it.

"I don't like how he describes (Y/n)," Dean commented. "It's weird. It's like he's in love. Listen to this..."

Dean dramatically clears his throat and starts to read in an even more dramatic voice, "'Even after a hard hunt, (Y/n) could easily be seen as the most beautiful of the siblings. They mimicked the beauty of their mother more than their brothers. There's no bruise or cut that could take the loveliness away from the natural curves of (Y/n)'s face. If only they could see how everyone else would stare-"

"Okay, ew," I muttered, walking to the table. "What'd you find?"

"Well, it seems like Carver Edlund is a pen name," Sam shrugged. "And the fans are intense."

"As in," Dean asked, closing the book and joining the two of us at the table.

"Well," Sam handed me the laptop so Dean and I could look at it, "there's fanfiction. About all of us."

"What's this, 'Sam/Dean'," I asked.

"It's... me and Dean... together."

"They just don't care that we're related," Dean asked. Sam nodded.

"God, this is so weird."

"So, how do we find this guy," I asked.

--time skip--

We managed to find the publisher of the novels and found her house.

"So, you published the 'Supernatural' books," I asked as we walked in.

"Yep," she nodded. "Yeah, gosh. These books... they never really got the attention that they deserved. All anybody wants to read anymore is that romance crap."

"Could not agree with you more," I said. "We're hoping that our article can shine a light on an underappreciated series."

"Yeah, because, you know, if we got a little bit of good press, then maybe we can start publishing again," she replied excitedly.

"No, no, no," Dean immediately shut her down. "I mean, why... why would you want to do that? It's such a complete series with Dean going to hell and all."

"Oh my god, that was one of my favorite ones," she rambled. "Dean was so strong and sad and brave. And Sam... I mean... the best ones are when they cry... like in 'Heart' when Sam had to kill Madison; the first woman since Jessica he'd really loved. When Dean had to call John in 'Home' and ask him for help. Or when (Y/n) went back to the motel room after getting kidnapped and just had to sit in their own head and had to truly process not only the death of their mother but now their father. The mixed feelings were amazing."

"You're a really big fan," I noted. She nodded.

"Gosh, if only real men were that open about their emotions."

"Real men," Dean asked.

"I mean, no offense," she replied. "How often do you cry like that?"

"Well, right now I'm crying on the inside," he muttered.

"Is that supposed to be funny?"

"Lady, this whole thing is funny."

"How am I supposed to know this is legit?"

"Oh, trust me," Dean mumbled. "We're legit."

"Well, I don't want some smart-ass article making fun of my boys," she snapped as she sat in her chair.

"Oh, never," I replied quickly. "We actually are big fans."

"You read the books?"

"Cover to cover," I promised.

"What's the year and model of the car?"

"1967 Chevy Impala," Dean smiled proudly.

"What's May 2nd?"

"That's my- uh... Sam's birthday," Sam replied.

"Sam's score on the LSAT?"

"Umm... 174," Sam said nervously.

"(Y/n)'s first hunt?"

"Vampire in Washington," I answered. "Dean was at the motel sick and (Y/n) almost chopped John's head off when he scared them."

"(Y/n)'s favorite memory that's not related to hunting?"

I smiled, "Helping Sam get ready for a date when he was a teenager because Sam didn't trust what Dean had told him."

"Dean's favorite song?"

"It's a tie," Dean replied. "Between Zep's 'Ramble On' and 'Traveling Riverside Blues.'"

She finally laughed and smiled again, "Okay, okay. What do you wanna know?"

"What's Carver Edlund's real name," Sam asked.

"Oh, no. I can't," she shook her head.

"We just wanna talk to him," Sam continued. "You know, get the 'Supernatural' story in his own words."

"He's very private," she shrugged. "Like Salinger."

"Please," Sam tried again. "Like I said, we're um... big fans."

Sam unbuttoned his shirt enough to show his anti-possession tattoo. Dean pulled his shirt to the side to do the same. I rolled my eyes and yanked the arm of my jacket down and pulled up the sleeve of my t-shirt. I don't wear as many layers as them and I had opted to put the tattoo on my upper arm because I thought it looked nicer.

"Awesome," the lady mumbled before standing up. "Y'know what?"

I looked away as she pulled her pants down.

"I got one too."

"Wow, you are a fan," I slapped Dean's arm. The lady fixed her clothing before grabbing a pen and paper.

"Okay," she said. "His name's Chuck Shurley-"

And I stopped listening after that. I knew that name... why did I know that name... oh... oh no. I'm gonna kill him. We're going to meet this man and I am going to end up killing him.

I followed Sam and Dean as they started walking out of the woman's house.

"Excuse me," she called as we reached the door. We looked back at her. "I'm sorry, but you look exactly like how I picture (Y/n) when I read the books."

I chuckled, "Thanks."

"He describes (Y/n) with so much detail," she smiled. "You could play them in a movie."

"Thank you," I waved as we walked out.

"'You could play them in a movie,'" Dean teased.

"I know who Chuck is," I said, ignoring him.

"What," he asked. I nodded. "How?"

I pointed to get into the car. I got in the back seat and Sam and Dean sat upfront. Dean started driving to the address the lady gave us before I started speaking.

"Okay, when you went to hell, Sam's not the only one who ran off," I explained. "I wasn't gone for four months... just two weeks. In those two weeks, I got involved in a single one-night stand. The name he gave me was Chuck Shurley."

"You screwed the man who wrote books about us," Dean asked, sounding angry.

"Do you think I knew he was writing books based on our lives?"

"He had to have known who you are," Sam added. "This isn't an accident. He has to get visions or something."

"Yeah, I know," I nodded. "He made money off of my name and then screwed me."

"Damn," Dean mumbled. "I missed a hell of a lot."

I rolled my eyes.

--time skip--

I knocked on the door loudly. Sam grabbed my arm, shaking his head at me. The door was opened and I smiled obnoxiously as Chuck. He was in a robe, his boxers, and an old white shirt. He looked tired and like he hadn't had a goodnight's sleep in days.

"Chuck Shurley," Dean asked.

"Chuck Shurley that wrote the Supernatural books," Sam added.

"Nice to meet you," I said. "This is Sam... Dean... and I'm (Y/n)... the ones you've written books about."

Chuck sighed and went to shut the door. I stepped in, stopping it with my foot.

"Listen, I appreciate the enthusiasm, I really do and I remember you," he motioned at me, awkwardly grinning before seeming to shake the memories out of his head. I almost slapped him right then. "But please... go get a life."

"You see," Dean followed me, helping to force our way inside. Sam made sure the door shut behind us. "We have a life... and you're selling books about it."

"Okay, this isn't funny," Chuck mumbled.

"You're right," I said. "We just wanna know how you're doing it?"

"I'm just a writer, I'm not doing anything."

"Then why do you know so much about demons and tulpas and changelings?"

"Is this some kind of 'Misery' thing? Ah, it is, isn't it? It's a 'Misery' thing!"

"No, it's not," I shook my head. "Believe me, we're not fans."

"What do you want then," he asked.

"I'm Sam... and that's Dean and (Y/n)," Sam tried again.

"Those are fictional characters," Chuck yelled. "They aren't real!"

Dean grabbed him and pulled him outside.

"Wait, wait-"

"We aren't kidnapping you, calm down," I rolled my eyes. Dean opened the hidden compartment in the impala's trunk.

"Are those real guns?"

"Yes," I nodded. "And real rock salt, real fake IDs."

Chuck let out a laugh at it, "Well, I gotta hand it to you guys. You really are my number-one fans. That... That's awesome. So, I-I think I've got some poster in the house."

"Chuck, stop," I rolled my eyes, grabbing his arm as he went to walk away.

"Please don't hurt me," he begged.

"How much do you know," Sam asked. "Do you know about the angels? Or Lilith breaking the seals?"

"How do you know about that?"

"Have you not been listening," I asked. "The real question is how do you?"

"Because I wrote it," he explained.

"You kept writing?"

"The books never came out because the publisher went bankrupt," he furrowed his eyebrows.

I stepped back, letting go of his arms.

"Okay, wait a minute," Chuck crossed his arms. "This is some kind of joke, right? Did Phil put you up to this?"

"Oh my god," I muttered, pinching the bridge of my nose. I grabbed his robe. "I'm sorry but I'm really tired. Nice to meet you. I'm (Y/n) Winchester, these are my brothers, Sam and Dean Winchester. You wrote and published books about us, probably knew who I was, and then you still slept with me."

He stared at me in shock.

"What," I asked.

"The last names were never in the books," he mumbled. "I never told anyone about that. I never even wrote that down."

"Then I guess we have a lot to talk about," I let go of his robe.

The three of us followed him inside.

--time skip--

"I got a visit from Cas," Dean explained as he walked in. "I've some important information."

After talking to Chuck and getting a draft of what was supposed to happen, we were all panicking. Dean told us to wait here. Lilith was going to come for Sam and we both thought it'd be harder if there was more than one of us here at all times.

Now, Dean was coming back from seeing Chuck.

"And that important information is...," Sam trailed off.

"He's a prophet of the lord," Dean said, smirking at me.

I shut my eyes, letting my head fall forward.

"Please say you're joking," I mumbled.

"Nope," Dean replied.

Sam looked over at me. He only started chuckling after his brother broke.

Dean was laughing his head off within seconds, "You screwed a prophet!"

"Shut up," I groaned. "I'm gonna kill him!"

"Archangel will kill you."

"I'll happily pay that price," I muttered. "I slept with a prophet."

"At least that means he didn't write himself to sleep with you," Sam tried to comfort me.

"Yeah, God just decided I was supposed to sleep with the guy publishing books about my life," I replied sarcastically. "That makes me feel so much better."

"Come on, it could be worst-"

"Sam, love you, but don't finish that sentence if you even kind of value your life," I muttered.

I was desperate for this conversation to just end.

--time skip--

After all was said and done, and Chuck accidentally helped us chase Lilith away for a while, we gave Chuck a lift back to his place.

I followed him up to his door, offering to look around and make sure that he's safe. He shook his head.

"I have an archangel protecting me," he reminded me. "Can't get any safer than that."

I nodded.

"I'm sorry, by the way," he said. "About us. I didn't recognize you until after... it all... and I didn't say anything because I didn't really know how to explain it. The whole event makes me feel all scummy."

"It's alright," I replied with a chuckle. "It's fine, I promise."

He offered me a nervous smile, "Y'know, in all of my visions, you're the most vivid thing."

With a grin, I leaned over and kissed his cheek gently. I stepped back and headed back toward the impala. I made sure to take note of his nervous and flustered face.

"See you around, Chuck!"

"You... You too," he called after me. I got in the backseat and got comfortable.

"So... screwing the prophet wasn't that bad," Dean asked.

I just rolled my eyes, waving through the window at Chuck as Dean pulled away from the curb. Leave it to a Winchester to end up in a situation like that.

--time skip (season 11)--

Sam and I followed Dean with our guns ready. Dean was following the amulet that he had owned for a long time without even knowing it could show us where God was.

Everyone had been infected by Amara only minutes ago but now it was okay and Dean's amulet was glowing.

"Holy shit," I mumbled, seeing who was walking over to us.

Chuck.

He was supposed to be dead. That's why Kevin's prophet powers had been activated.

"No way," Dean said.

"Hey," Chuck... or God said. "We need to talk."

Despite our understandable hesitation, Chuck reached forward, teleporting all of us back to the bunker. I stepped away from him, slightly overwhelmed.

"(Y/n)," Chuck walked over and tried to grab my arm. I instinctually slapped him. I was nothing but confusion and anger. "I deserved that. Just, please?"

I stepped away again.

From behind Chuck stepped Kevin's ghost. My breath caught in my throat. The poor boy had been through so much shit because of us.

Kevin told us about how we looked stressed and that we should listen to Chuck.

Then, Chuck waved his hand. Kevin turned into a ball of white and blue light before ascending beyond the bunker.

"Where'd he go," I asked.

"Heaven, where he deserves," Chuck promised. I nodded.

I listened to the rant about how Chuck had abandoned us all and how awful things were. Then, the conversation turned to the plan to stop Amara. The boys talked about needing Lucifer and Chuck got incredibly upset. In a fit, he went to leave. I stepped in front of him.

"No," I said bluntly. "Even if you want to avoid the subject of your estranged son, you can't just leave."

"(Y/n)-"

"Sam, Dean," I looked at them. "Give us a minute?"

They both nodded, glaring at Chuck on their way out. I tried to ignore the instincts that were telling me that Chuck was just selfish.

"(Y/n)," Chuck mumbled.

"Just answer my questions," I said. "Then we can discuss what to do with Amara without you storming away recklessly. Okay?"

He nodded.

"Have you been God the whole time," I asked.

He nodded.

"You wrote all of our stories?"

Another nod.

"Did you write that I was going to sleep with you?"

I felt manipulated and angry. I was desperate for an answer. I knew that this could've made me feel like dirt, but I needed to know.

"No," Chuck said. I clenched my jaw, ready to call him a liar. "I told you. I had been pretty much hands-off for a long time. Did I know who were? Absolutely. I'm sorry I lied to you about that. But I didn't plan anything between us. We weren't some divine plan."

I nodded, looking down.

"You know how Dean and Amara are connected," he asked. I nodded, looking back at him. "We're like them."

"And that's not a divine plan-"

"I'm not doing a good job explaining this," Chuck shook his head. "It feels like we're like them. Like there's this bond that just happened as soon as we met."

"You lied to me, for years," I said. "Saying we have some bond isn't gonna fix that."

"I know."

We both fell silent. Slowly, I started laughing. Chuck furrowed his eyebrows, "My only one-night stand... and it was God."

Chuck started laughing with me while I really processed what I had done.

I slowly stopped laughing.

I didn't notice until it was too late that Chuck had slowly gotten closer to me. As soon as his lips brushed mine, I pushed him back. Not hard, but enough to get him to step away.

"No," I mumbled. "Not that, no."

Chuck nodded, "Got it."

"Now," I sighed, "we need to actually plan to stop Amara, and if we need Luci-"

"We don't," he said bluntly. "We can do something else. We don't need him. Okay?"

I nodded. In my gut, I trusted him. Maybe that was me being an idiot but I did trust him. For now at least.

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