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cryingaboutit1514 · 4 months

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can we get some psyborg smut? Please? -Starved Stargazer&Comfydant

PSYBORG OMG I WAS LITERALLY WATCHING THEM BEING CUTE A COUPLE DAYS AGO I GOT U MY FELLOW STARGAZER AND COMFYDANT

and looking at ship art on pinterest along with some sonnyban ❤❤

PSYBORG BULLSHIT GO-

PSYBORG SMUT FIC (CLEARLY SCUFFED AND UNPROOFREAD) Summary: Uki's a bit drunk and Fulgar tries to get his ass to bed. Ends up being more than just that... after a night of sleep of course because Fulgar as you see in Ukimama's (drunk) streams always takes care of him. Author's note: I had to do a lot of research because I haven't done a mlm smut fic in so long 😭😭 cute fluff sprinkled in bc yeah ty for requesting my first ever request wahhhh WARNING: WOAG GAY MEN HAVING SEX?! NSFW?! MINORS DNI?! Or not idgaf THERES PLOT FIRST BECAUSE UHH

"Fufu-chaaaaan," Uki whines softly, a smile playing on his lips. "Can you give me a kiss?"

"Uki, we're on stream," Fulgar laughs and elicits another drawn out sigh from the Psychic. "We're on call with the others."

"Yeah save it for later," Alban jokes light-heartedly. Sonny makes an agreeing noise.

Uki whines a bit more before going silent. The rest of them continue their conversations with one another. Little did the others know that Uki and Fulgar were actually in the same house together. They decided to meet each other IRL and was planning to do an off-collab. The two hit off right away, conversations full of laughter and affection.

"Fufu-chan, you're so cute," Uki mumbles, leaning back in his chair and his head resting on the headrest. His eyes began to flutter. "Very cute."

"Well, you're cuter Ukiki," Fulgar laughs and Uki could hear him from the other room. Uki smiles gently. "Remember to drink some water and eat some food, yeah?"

Uki murmurs a "mhm" before his eyes flutter shut. The talk of his friends became like background music to him and he began to nod off. The others haven't realized just yet until the Comfydants began asking questions.

"Hey, Uki, are you alright? I just realized when the Comfydants kept asking heavily."

"Uki?"

Startled awake upon hearing his name, Uki sits up and sits straight, rubbing his eye. He says with a drowsy and drunken tone, "Huh yeah?"

"Were you sleeping?"

"Yeah, sorry... you guys were just talking and I feel asleep. Like, background music. I think I might've dozed off for a few..."

Fulgar nods. "Uki, would you like to end your stream and just chill in mine? Or if you're really tired, you can just end stream and go rest."

"...yeah." Uki mumbles, agreeing to the first option.

"Alright, alright," Fulgar replies softly. "Whenever you feel like you need to go, I'll continue or just end stream."

The crew say their goodbyes and Uki goes to Fulgar's stream. They talk for a good half an hour, and Fulgar notices how sleepy Uki seems.

"Uki..." he starts with a chuckle. "Are you sure you don't want to sleep?"

"'M fine," Uki responds, all the while with a yawn. "I want to stay and talk to you more, Fu-chan..."

"You can later. you need to rest. I will end this stream," Fulgar threatens, but he says it with a smile on his lips.

Uki sighs heavily. "At least give me a kiss first."

"I will if you listen first."

Uki rolls his eyes with a laugh. "Fine."

Fulgar waits until Uki logs off completely. He talks to his Comfydants a bit more before finally saying his farewells. He switches off and removes his headphones. He rises to his feet and stretches for a moment.

He opens the door carefully and walks out the room. They booked a hotel together for a good couple of days. It was a nice place, and they got separate rooms. The two mostly spent their time in the living room, where they would relax with each other. Fulgar enjoyed his time with Uki; the Psychic had such a soothing prescence and never once made the Cyborg feel uncomfortable. In fact, he felt very at home with Uki. And he always made sure to let Uki know that. Uki was very dear to Fulgar, and he always wanted to make sure Uki was okay as a whole.

He steps close to Uki's door, rapping the wood with his knuckles gently. A slurred, "come in" answered and Fulgar enters. He finds the purple-haired man laying on his bed, a hand to his forehead. As Fulgar approaches him, he sees a flush to Uki's cheeks. Fulgar stands over Uki with a chuckle, Uki watching him with soft and bleary eyes.

"Now, where's my kiss, Fufu-chan?" Uki asks, letting his hand rest on his chest now.

"Yes yes, you're getting the kiss you oh-so deserved." Fulgar leans down with a playful grin, his lips brushing against Uki's forehead for a brief moment. He quickly stood back up and turned his back, his heart rate strangely increasing and a heat to his cheeks. "Well, good night Uki. Have a nice rest."

His metal hand wraps around the door knob and he was just about to open the door when the Psychic calls out quietly, "Fufu-chan."

Fulgar turns his head, cocking it to the side. "Yes?"

Uki gazes at him for a good minute, his expression blank. He whines softly, "Can you stay? just until I fall asleep?"

"...oh." Fulgar blushes a tad, smiling affectionately. He expected it, but also didn't quite expect it either. "Of course. Anything for you, babe."

Uki laughs and turns on his side to watch Fulgar places himself in the chair at Uki's desk, where Uki was previously streaming. His pretty eyes twinkle and crinkle a bit, obviously finding Fulgar endearing. It was kind of hard to connect to someone on such a level, but here he was, wanting to be with one person and that person was Fulgar Ovid.

"Would you like me to sing a lullaby?" Fulgar teases, resting a elbow on the armrest with a expressive wave of his hand.

"Thatd be nice, actually," Uki smirks, his hair falling in his face.

Another chortle from Fulgar as he opens his mouth to sing a sweet melody just for Uki Violeta.

Uki woke first, groaning softly as he turns onto his back. He lays there for awhile, eyes closed as he breathes, his slight migraine subsiding with each exhale. Uki hears another set of breaths and he opens an eye. Fulgar sat in his chair, fast asleep. Slightly leaning to the left, arms on arms rest and his legs crossed at the ankles. Fulgar's expression is peaceful and at ease, soft snores filling the air. Uki smiles at the sight, the sweet and funny Cyborg sleeping in the same room as him with such a sweet expression.

Uki rolls out of bed quietly and tiptoes to Fulgar. He stands in front of him, just observing him. His ruffled clothes, his smooth hair that covered his eyes, his jawline, his partly opened mouth. God, never has Uki wanted to kiss someone so bad before. His heart races at the thought of it, and his cheeks flame a bit.

'He wouldn't want to kiss me,' he thought to himself, leaning down so his face was level with Fulgar's. 'Although he did give me a goodnight kiss, I don't think it was anything more... but I wish it was.'

Uki brushes Fulgar's hair out his face, his fingertips trailing down to his jaw and then cupping his face with one hand. It fit perfectly in his palm he noted, rubbing gentle circles against Fulgar's cheek bone. The Cyborg makes a small sound and it takes all of Uki's will to not recoil immediately. He was afraid he had waken him up, but Fulgar just shifts, towards Uki's touch with a content exhale.

Uki's heart swells. Oh. My. God. He presses his lips together to stop a related squawk from slipping past his lips. Holy shit, this man was fucking adorable!

Uki wanted to return the kiss from last night suddenly. (Or rather, he just wanted an excuse to have contact with Fulgar's skin with his lips.) He inches closer to Fulgar's face, anxiety creeping in. The Psychic swallows hard, blushing profusely. He stayed a few good centimeters away from Fulgar's lips and was debating whether or not to go for it.

Uki inwardly sighs, deciding against kissing Fulgar because thatd be one hell of a ride if Fulgar suddenly woke up and found Uki... well. you know. Uki raises his head a few inches and presses his lips against Fulgar's forehead gently.

A hand seizes Uki's wrist, causing Uki to make a sort of strangled sound as he jerks back. A sleepy, but now awake, Fulgar narrows his eyes at Uki, who now looked like he was caught red-handed.

"Uki, what were you doing?"

"Uh... I..." Uki desperately tried to find the right words without sounding like a complete idiot. Cheeks bright red and slightly sweating. "How long were you awake?"

"The moment you woke up. I heard you groan."

'Well, fuck me,' Uki thought, cursing himself.

Fulgar studies Uki for a moment, then moves Uki's hand back to his face again. Uki stares, surprised, as Fulgar smirks. "Uki, you need to learn boundaries. However, since it's you..."

He sits up and leans close to Uki's face. "I don't mind what you do to me."

Hard. Hard as a fucking diamond.

"You don't?" Uki asks, without complaint going along with whatever was happening. He brings Fulgar's face close. "What if I decided to kiss you right now?"

The Cyborg's gaze slides away, cheeks burning. His gaze slides back and he tilts his head. "I'd let you."

So Uki went for it.

Uki's lips brush against Fulgar's own, hesitantly. He felt anxiety wracking his body because what if Fulgar suddenly realized, this isn't what he wanted? That he didn't want Uki?

Fulgar must've felt his distress because he takes Uki's face with his cold metal hands, deepening the kiss. He pulls the Pyschic into him, Uki having no choice but to sit himself in his lap. Not that Uki minded, not one bit.

Uki's other hand runs through Fulgar's hair, and Fulgar hums happily. He would have never thought Uki's lips were so soft, like he was kissing angel's wings. Fulgar suddenly wanted to taste him further, his left hand grasping the back of Uki's neck carefully as he nips at Uki's lower lip.

Uki immediately knows what Fulgar wants and opens his mouth and they make out passionately, Fulgar's tongue dancing with Uki's at a fiery pace. Uki can't help but moan into the open-mouthed kiss, pressing himself close to Fulgar.

They break away for a moment, panting. "Uki," Fulgar breathes, his hands finding refuge on Uki's hips as he rises. Uki wraps his legs around Fulgar's waist as he falls back onto his bed with Fulgar in tow.

"Yes?" Uki exhales, chest rising up and down quickly.

"I want you. So bad."

"You have me."

Fulgar dives towards Uki's neck, kissing down to his shoulder as Uki's breath hitches. He notices Uki's mole and gives it a hot kiss, making Uki shiver. Underneath the Psychic's jaw, he sucks on the skin, creating a hickey and several more on both sides of Uki's neck.

"Fu-chan," Uki says breathlessly, his arms around Fulgar's neck. He buries his face in Fulgar's neck and he can feel Fulgar's laugh reverberate through his chest.

"Getting all shy with me now, Ukiki?"

"Shut up bitch."

Fulgar, out of nowhere, hisses. He didn't realize one of Uki's arms left his neck, instead Uki's hand palming his hardened erection. He grunts, almost bucking his hips into Uki's hand.

"Look at you. So needy," Uki teases, a smirk on his puffy lips from kissing. Fulgar releases a growl, tugging on Uki's shirt.

"Off. Now," he orders.

Uki giggles, sitting up to remove his shirt. "Yours too."

Fulgar wasted no time in doing so, to crawl right back on Uki once more. He kisses Uki hard, then goes to give kisses on his neck, his collarbone, his chest, his stomach, all he way down...

Uki makes a noise right as Fulgar pauses above the obvious tent in his pants, grinning devilishly. "Where would you like me to kiss next, babe? here?"

Fulgar kisses his waist, watching Uki's heated expression. "Here?" He kisses Uki's inner thigh, but not quite where Uki needed it most.

Uki raises his hips, giving a soft whine. "Fu-chan..."

"Hm? What's wrong darling?" Uki's breath hitches. "Cat got your tongue? Youll have to speak up if you want me to give you want you want."

"I want you to... kiss me..."

"Mm?"

"Kiss me right..." Uki places his hand on his hard-on. "Here."

"Say pretty please."

"Please, Fu-chan. I need you..."

"Alright, alright." Fulgar hooks his finger into one of the hooks of Uki's sweatpants, dragging it down slowly. Uki raises his hips once more, and the pants slide down to his ankles. Fulgar, agonizingly slow, pulls down Uki's boxers and Uki's cock springs to attention, the tip an angry red. "Look how hard you are for me, how cute..."

Uki whimpers as Fulgar wraps a hand around Uki's pulsing dick, giving a few pumps as pre-cum beads on his tip. He seems to be admiring the work of art before him, and Uki squirms.

Fulgar takes the tip in his mouth, his tongue swirling around it and kitten licking the pre-cum. Uki lets out a soft moan, his stomach quivering in anticipation. Fulgar chuckles at the sight, licking his cock up and down all while keeping eye contact with the man he's about to go down on.

Finally, he puts the entirety of the Psychic's cock into his mouth, hollowing his cheeks and tongue flat against his tip. Fulgar begins to bob his head up and down, at a slow pace at first, before quickening. His tongue traces a vein that goes down Uki's shaft and Uki moans.

"Oh fuck... babe you feel so-" A louder moan interrupts what the Psychic was going to say. "Mph- so g-good... oh shit..."

Fulgar chortles, sending electricity up Uki's spine. He could feel something coiling and tightening in his lower abdomen. Holy shit, Fulgar's mouth felt like heaven! Uki couldn't help but jolt at the pleasure he was feeling, moaning between his fingers as his other hand grips Fulgar's hair. Twisting and licking and sucking... oh god.

"'M gonna cum," Uki moans. "Doing such a- mm! Great job- a-ah...!"

Fulgar moans against Uki's cock and that just about does it. Uki lets out a noise, unloading himself into Fulgar's hot mouth. Fulgar swallows greedily, licking the shaft clean as Uki shakes, breathing hard.

"God, you're so fucking perfect," Fulgar practically growls, going back up to capture Uki's mouth in another heated kiss. Uki could taste himself on Fulgar's tongue and it groans into his mouth. "Need to feel you..."

He sits back, yanking off his pants harshly and discards of the useless thing at the moment, his cock erected. Uki almost drooled at the sight, a shuddered sigh escaping his lips as he reaches over to pull the drawer beside the bed out. Uki grabs a bottle of lube as Fulgar crawls back on top of him.

"It's almost as if you knew this was going to happen," Fulgar muses.

"I'm a Psychic. Of course I'd knew this would happen," Uki purrs and it takes all of Fulgar's strength to not just shove himself inside Uki right now.

"Sneaky whore, huh?"

"Your sneaky whore, yes."

Fulgar takes the bottle of lube and squeezes the contents into his hand. He spreads Uki's legs wide, letting the lube drip down his fingers for a moment before tracing Uki's hole with it. Uki shivers at how cold it is and Fulgar laughs deeply. He continues circling a moment before sliding two fingers inside.

Uki arches off the bed a little as Fulgar pumps his fingers in and out of him, stretching Uki out. Uki pants as he does so, sweat clinging to his skin. Fulgar watches with fascination and Uki's hole swallows his fingers again and again, prepping the Psychic for what was about to happen.

"Hmm, think that's perfect, no?" Fulgar asks, and not waiting for a response, puts his tip at Uki's entrance and enters. Completely sheathing himself in Uki's warmth.

"Fuck!" Uki cries out, his arms snaking around and digging slightly into Fulgar's back.

Fulgar groans, "Oh, you're so fucking warm. Shit. You're squeezing around me..."

Fulgar sits inside Uki for a moment, letting Uki adjust to Fulgar's rather large size. After a moment, he begins to move, in and out slowly, his hands on either side of Uki's head. Uki whimpers underneath him, reveling in the feeling of Fulgar's dick inside him for so long. He could feel Fulgar's veins and his shaft pulsating in his walls.

"Faster," Uki gasps.

"Beg. Beg me to go faster," Fulgar breathes, his eyes dark with lust.

"Please please please, faster faster faster-"

Fulgar's hips snap forward and a noise escapes Uki's mouth. His pace is quick, just like what Uki requested, but not hard enough to bruise. The idea of hurting Uki made his heart squeeze, and it went both ways as Uki dropped his hands back to the mattress. Fulgar intertwines his fingers in the man's fingers underneath him, breathing heavy as passionate moans and gasps fill the air.

"Uki," Fulgar chants underneath his breath, biting down on the Psychic's neck and leaving behind another gift for Uki.

"F-Fulgar!" Uki exclaims, small tears at the edges of his eyes. Not because of the stretch, no, he fucking loved that because of the pleasure causing his toes to curl and the heat to build up in his stomach. "M close!"

"So am- I-I, darling," Fulgar moans, kissing Uki's ear lobes as Uki sinks his teeth into Fulgar's neck. "Fuck, you're doing wonderful, my darling. C-cum for me now. You got this- taking me so fucking well."

Fulgar's praises help send Uki over the edge, cumming all over his stomach as Fulgar grunts, spilling his seed inside Uki. The hot warmth suddenly in Uki's guts cause him to whine quietly. It felt so good.

Fulgar's arms shake as he pulls out, plopping beside Uki with heavy breaths. Uki turns his head to admire the man before him, his breaths quick. His albino hair frames his face, sweat sheen across his brow. Uki reaches a hand, cupping Fulgar's cheek. Fulgar rests his hand on Uki's.

"That was perfect," Uki murmurs.

"You're perfect, Uki," Fulgar sighs, observing Uki. "You're so fucking beautiful." He glances down. "So let me clean you up, yeah?"

"And I'll help too-"

"No, no, let me spoil you." Fulgar gets up and walks to the bathroom to retrieve a towel.

Uki props himself up with an arm, smiling affectionately at Fulgar's ass as he sauntered off.

Yup, this is his man alright 💜

#Psyborg #Noctyx #nijisanji en #nijisanji smut #nijien #nijisanji #Fulgar ovid #Uki violeta #Uki violeta x Fulgar ovid #Nijisanji ships

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pigeonfancier · 1 year

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Heart updates! Finally got the heart monitor off a week or so ago, which was great, because first set of adhesives were melting my fucking skin. The company were sweethearts and sent me new adhesives, which.. were fine for the first week, and then started doing the same, because adhesives are just fucking hell. Thankfully, it’s all healed over well, haha, and it was kind of worth it.

I am perpetually in a state of mild suspicion towards my own experiences, because - am I genuinely uncomfortable, or am I just easily bothered? Am I in pain, or am I just wallowing? But now I have ~*official results*~, and validation that my heart does not like filling up properly, that does hurt like hell, and the wiring is kind of fucked for reasons that I’m going to have to do more tests for. And the wiring is fucked in a way that does not, remarkably~!, resolve itself by “growing out of it” (at 30, somehow). Validation of the issue.. and validation that a lot of doctors are fucking assholesss.

Also, confirmation that I probably do nooot have any of the “you will drop dead” issues from this gene, so woo (knock on wood). It’s progressive, so I have to keep coming in for fucking ever, I guess, but like a lot of things, it’s just a case of monitoring, and slapping on some duct tape as soon as problems present. So that’s nice.

But: more tests! Once my insurance approves them, anyway, because they’re generally fairly great, but they’ve got a bee up their ass over wanting the tests done in a specific order. This wouldn’t necessarily be a problem, if it weren’t for the fact my cardio wants it all done at a specific hospital, and the waitlist for that.. already has the most accessible test scheduled for the end of April. And it wouldn’t be a problem if they didn’t decide they only wanted tests in a specific order twenty four hours before I went in for a test.

I was kind of banking on the idea I’d have all of these tests done by July, and either have a pacemaker or medication to knock out this issue, whichever fucking one, but. I refuse to be stressed over this, haha. It’ll get resolved, they’ll fix this up, and then I guess.. they’ll test me for POTS, because my view of that remains “this is irrelevant to the greater issue and idgaf”, but they really want to. So at this point, I will roll with what-the-fuck-ever they want if they can fix the overall issue, tbhhh.

In related news: my mother remains batshit, which I generally expect, but I am still a little mystified by. Cutting this section, because She Is A Lot.

She’s spent my entire life arguing that I do not have any cardiac problems! Several family members and myself remember that I went to a cardiologist as a kid, but it’s about 25/75 on if she’ll actually admit that, and her stories do not stay consistent. When I got the genetic test saying, hey, heart issue!, she was dismissive of it, and the past year or so has been her consistently trying to pick fights with people who mentioned it, arguing that everyone has heart issues and I should get over mine because it was getting very inconvenient, and occasionally inpromptu informing me that, actually, this is all caused by a lack of exercise, or some other spontaneous decision she pulled out of her ass. Or from not eating enough, because I have chronic pancreatitis.. but perhaps I don’t actually have that, and I’m just food-averse?

Ignore the hundreds of dollars of cooking supplies and huge chunks of time just fucking around and experimenting with recipes, I suppose.

It’s been whatever! I am long, long past the point where her opinions hold weight for me, beyond occasional fits of outrage. But once my sister got confirmed as having the same heart issue on a different scale, and once tests started coming in for me, she has switched tracks.. to saying that she has a heart issue, too, and it’s like mine, but with higher spikes! And she just never noticed it, because it just happens, and it’s really quite easy to ignore, but she guesses she’ll go to a cardiologist, just to see --

We inherited the problem gene from her, and her entire family does have severe heart issues - and she herself has aneurysm issues - but I’m unimpressed. Between that and her flipflopping from “you don’t have allergies!” to “well, if you have allergies, then I probably have allergies, so I should ALSO start telling people I should avoid your allergens (of the food that I do not like, do not eat, and do not have any desire to eat)” this year, I’m just lifting my hands from that entire topic. When she brings it up, I’ve been just telling her to go talk to her doctor, get tests, and then disengaging from the topic, because.. man, haha. There’s a lot going on there, and I do not have the psychiatric degree nor the inclination to really dig into this beyond the side-long “huh, these problems really are only relevant when they can impact her, huh?”.

My dad is a little better, at least! He had a panic attack when I told him about all of this, haha, which was.. something, but now he’s taken up just consistently texting me reminders on everything. Have I eaten recently? Have I gotten electrolytes? I should go drink some Gatoraid. Have I taken my meds? GO TAKE MY MEDS. Remember if I’m going out to drink some electrolytes!

He’s kind of a pain in a different sort of way about all of this health shit, but I do appreciate the fact I don’t have to really second-guess him much - when he’s being an asshole, it’s pretty on the nose. And he’s being genuinely helpful, because I do forget shit a lot on bad days, so. #okay!

#the mysterious fainting waif disease #the last-minute insurance shit was so fucking tedious yesterday #at one point I was on the phone with two different people from the same hospital trying to get it sorted #then insurance called and I had to get three calls from three different fucking departments all saying 'WE'RE SO SORRY DON'T COME IN.'#but you know what #my customer service voice is GREAT and everyone was very sweet #and I am always mildly amused by my ability to switch mental tracks #start of the call: internal shrieking because I'm stressed the fuck out at this point #thirty seconds into the call: oh no! this OTHER person is stressed out!#initiate soothing protocols! remind them that all issues are transient and don't worry we will figure this out as a TEAM #and there is NO NEED to be STRESSED 💖 because we are all ~DOING OUR BEST~#five minutes after the call: external shrieking because I'm stressed the fuck out #thankfully my soothing protocols also work on me. mostly. BUT WHAT A DAY.

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sturnioloobessed · 5 months

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I Say Whatever I Want.

Matt sturniolo x fem reader.

Summary-The reader will say whatever she wants to anyone and wont let anyone disrespect her,matt,a complete stranger to her has to drag her away from the person she was arguing with.

Reader is purple

person she is arguing with is pink

Matt is blue

I poured my self a full cup of vodka,i wanted to get fucked up tonight,I’ve not been like drunk drunk for ages

It was a halloween party,i was in a short black dress with tights which were tinted black but see through with black Louis Vuitton heels with my matching Louis Vuitton bag,i had a fluffy black halo on,smokey eye look and my hair was curled i was a fallen angel to be honest it was last thought costume.

I wasn’t in the mood at all,my friend ditched me and didn’t even come to the party i was so pissed.

What the fuck some girl just fuckin’ dirty looked me amd laughed to her friends what is her problem.

Oops sorry,slut..

She fuckin’ pushed me and throw her drink onto my shoes and my legs.

What the fuck is your problem you stupid bitch?

I pushed her back,i was so mad the fuck is this girl’s problem.

I say whatever i want..

I do whatever i want..

I suggest you shut the fuck up before i smash your face in you stupid blonde bitch

The cheering got louder as more people crowded,shouting.

Yeah,i dont be givin’ no fucks (not one)

I’d love to see you try

This bitch being foreal? I started taking out my hoops and getting my hair tie but someone stood in front of me shooing everyone away and telling the girl to go away.

Are you okay?hello?

hm?im fine,why would you stand in-front of me!

‘Cause im not havin’ people fight at my party,especially girls they do it all the time.

hm k whatever

I walked away,sitting on the kitchen counter scrolling through my phone.

Hey why’d you walk off hm?

Needa air why else?

oh oh okay then..

He put his hands up in defence,sitting next to me.

Thank you though actually,i shouldn’t been trying to fight someone drunk

He chuckled looking at her as she scrolled through her phone.

Mhm didn’t want your pretty face to get hurt ya know.

He nudged her shoulder softly as she giggled putting her head against his bicep.

your such a goof,your cute though not like ehh he’s cute i guess like he’s cute cute.

He laughed at her putting his arm around her.

mhm kid whateves,your cute aswell..erm

She huffed before finishing his sentence.

Y/N,ma names Y/N .. And youu?

Matthew,but its matt i dont like being called me full name.

She just hummed in response tiredly,slowly closing her eyes.

She heard the buckled of a seatbelt open as she was lifted softly out of this car seat,fast asleep,knocked out from the amount of drinks she had.

She was set on a bed as she woke up abit.

shh its okay just get undressed you can change into one of my hoodies and my joggers if you want? just that dress looks uncomfy to sleep in and i didn’t wanna leave a drunk pretty girl alone.

oh oh okay thank you.

She quickly got dressed and tucked her self under the covers tiredly yawing,she felt the other side of the bed dip as the light switched off.

Matt..

Yes Y/N

Cuddle me please

mhm, come here.

She snuggled into his embrace her head on his chest with his arm around her waist and the other one under her head.

Night Y/N

Mhmmm m’ight matt..

He chuckled kissing her head as they both drifted off.

The End.

Hope you enjoyed!!

Fetus matt 😍😔

#Spotify

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starlightkun · 7 months

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lmao i saw this on my dash and was wondering if you felt this way

https://www.tumblr.com/16woodsequ/727490027584667648?source=share

cause you rarely write drabbles, everything you write is like full fic length and takes longer and i see you posting little progress updates and little notes about each fic without spoiling. as someone who likes to talk (may or may not be the adhd idk) i cant imagine being in your position like WEREWOLF SUNGCHAN! EXISTS! IN MY MIND! AND ON THIS DOCUMENT THAT YOU CANT SEE! BUT HE'S REAL!! HE'S REAL TO ME!! like how do you do it? having no one to scream to about your fics when you're writing? and having to wait until its completed and uploaded to have people to talk about it with? like especially with all the crack fics you're writing atm, i would be BURNING with the need to show people how funny your writing is

p.s. medication update: im going to switch from methylphenidate to dexamphetamine tmr because apparently im intolerant to ritalin and i think you're on dexamphetamine rn? im hoping that i see some benefits from it. btw your success is keeping some of my spirit and motivation up despite how abysmal ritalin was for me so thank you for posting about how Adderall was for you i really appreciate having someone experiencing meds alongside me 🫶🏻

-✨anon

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LMAO sometimes that's me and sometimes i'm writing and i'm like "im never letting another living human see this abomination im writing rn this is the worst thing i've ever written and the only penance for what i've done is to throw myself off a cliffside" like there is no in between im either SO EXCITED FOR IT AND ABSOLUTELY LOVE IT AND AM SO AKSEGKJHKJGKTR or i think it's awful and consider deleting it almost immediately after like this scene for changer2 im writing rn like literally as i got this ask (im not gonna delete it but she is gonna b HEAVILY EDITED)

it's fr so hard having werewolf sungchan AND hockey player sungchan BOTH IN MY MIND RN LIKE 🤪 screams everyday i put on my uniform to go fight in the idgaf war on the side of gaf 🫡🫡🤪🤪🫡🤪🫡🤪🤪🤣🤣🫡🤪🤪🫡 lest we also not forget that single dad kun is in here too and some other fellas that yall dont know abt like its soooooo bad in here for me

sometimes i contemplate posting random one-liners or snippets when i write things that make me teehee extra hard or r like rlly 🔥🔥🚨🚨🚨 but i always get worried about spoilers versus teasers soooo i keep it locked away all to myself and maybe go a lil crazy idk who's to say so i do more vague type stuff like talking about how there's a 2.6k makeout scene without posting any actual lines from it, or saying that one of my favorite character bits that i think is genuinely super funny is in dr. magic but not saying what it is, etc., etc., OR also doing ask games like word in a wip where y'all can try to get some lil snippets from me (which i feel i am always very generous with lol)

p.s. to ur p.s.: very happy to hear that you're getting switched off the meds that weren't working for you! i'm on "amphetamine salts" (generic adderall) which is a combo of dextroamphetamine and levoamphetamine, but pretty much yeah it's the big one in the amphetamine class of adhd meds. it has a sightly different effect than dextroamphetamine alone since it has levoamphetamine as well, which lasts longer and can produce better results in some people (pls go w ur dr on this im not giving medical advice omg just what i learned in my psych classes and the information i've been given). i actually just saw my dr today to check in on how i was doing on the adderall (reg check-up appt). i was rlly worried bc the initial good results i saw in the first days were practically gone after like the first week and i was practically back to normal (i.e., bad. my kitchen is a fucking mess again) and when i told him that he was like "lol that's fine! that was just the trial dose! so we can up you to a normal dose now since you saw good results at first" so hopefully i'll be functioning again 👍 so i love this for us 🫶 rooting for us 🫶🫶

#and in some GREAT news for the chronically ill girlies: i haven't had a migraine in FORTY-EIGHT DAYS #ALMOST 50 DAYS MIGRAINE FREE #THATS THE LONGEST IVE GONE MIGRAINE FREE IN LIKE OVER A YR AT LEAST MAYBE SINCE I WAS DIAGNOSED???#LIKE ARE YOU KIDDING ME???????#WOWOWOWOWWO #answered #✨ anon #talk #text #mine #writing tag #ALSO ALSO thinking abt doing word in a wip soon? for dr magic baby fangs changer 2 phantasma1/2 and the bite?#ANYWAY I HOPE U HAD A GOOD DAY <33 #entirely unrelated but i wish a happy bang chan day to everyone who celebrates btw #i will continue to celebrate chris day tmrrw bc itll b 10/03 where i am and we r soulmates who share a birthday #so i will b celebrating OUR birthday tmrrw <33

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lavenderwhore444 · 3 years

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can you do another lactation fic but slutty and without pregnancy like maybe reader is cow hybrid and sub shiggy just really wants his mommy's milk and to hump his mommy's anywhere while he does it

Thank You

UM OF COURSE (currently speeding through all my requests so I can ask for Halloween ideas [Halloween starts in August idgaf)]

Warnings: lactation dry humping swear words, maybe? Thank u for the cow hybrid suggestion. It's very nice, love. Praise kink mommy kink idk I think that's it

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It had been a long day- a very long day, but also a perfect day. Tomura walked up the stairs to his room, smiling to himself. Everyone has good days, and everyone celebrates them differently. For example, Shigarakis cock was already straining against his jeans as he resisted the urge to palm himself and jerk off right in the hallway. (covering the doorknob to Dabi’s room in his cum would be pretty funny)

When he finally enters his room, he flops on the bed next to you, playing with your cute little ears.

“Mommy, I was a good boy,” he whines, already trying to press himself against your leg.

“Oh?” you say, not looking up from your phone.

He nods, frustrated that he doesn't have your attention, “and I need mommy to reward me since I was so good,”

“Mhm, hold on a minute, honey,” you say, still preoccupied.

He's appalled. What the hell were you thinking? He needs your attention! You're neglecting him, and he's beyond upset. He tries to grab your wrist, but you yank it back.

“I told you to wait,” you say sternly.

“No,” he snaps, successfully taking your phone and shoving it in a drawer, “I need you, mommy,”

He sounds needy and sincere, like a desperate puppy whining for his owner. He reaches up to tug at your ears. He pouts and snuggles into your chest, looking up at you with those pleading eyes you just can't resist.

“Fine,” you sigh.

He immediately takes off your shirt. He's gotten more gentle with you as time went on. Tomura never thought twice about disintegrating your shirts until you complained about it. That's when he started to become softer and more submissive with you. He felt eager to please you, to receive praise from you.

“Good boy, you're so gentle with mommy Tomu,” you praised, ignoring the way he yanked the phone out of your hand earlier.

He gives you a smile before wrapping his lips around your left breast and suckling eagerly. He groans happily when warm milk floods his mouth. He hasn't always been such a slow drinker; he used to gulp it down, but now he savors every drop.

You feel him rubbing his clothed erection on your thigh while he drinks. All of his whines and moans get absorbed by your soft tits.

“Mommy's so good,” Tomura mumbles into your chest, “mommy's the best,”

You lace your hands through his hair and run your nails over his scalp. His hips still move slowly as he continues to get off.

“Do you wanna cum in your pants sweetheart? Are you gonna make a mess?” You tease.

Tomura’s hips speed up to a frantic rate as he listens to you tease him.

“Yes,” he moans into your tits, “‘m gonna make a mess, mommy,”

Tomura switches to your other tit and reaches around to tug at your tail. He's desperate now and enjoying the way you're whimpering while he plays with you.

“Oh god,” he gasps, “so close, mommy I'm so close,”

“Yeah?” you coo, “are you gonna cum for me shiggy?”

“Mhm,” he mumbled into your chest, still sucking milk from your nipples.

It takes mere minutes for Tomura to let out a loud pathetic whine and cream his pants. He looks so peaceful; hips stilled as his thighs tremble a little. He's not sucking on your chest anymore, but he's still drooling on it. It takes quite a while for the aftershocks of his orgasm to wear off.

When he's able to form coherent sentences he just says:

“Thank you, mommy,”

#shigaraki tomura #shigaraki tenko #mha tomura #tomura imagine #tomura shiragaki #tomurashigaraki #tomura x y/n #tomura fluff #tomura smut #tomura x reader

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whomst-art-thou-whomst-whomst · 3 years

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Texts from The Lost Tomb, part 2

Quick side note—I love the smell of jasmine and I was lighting a candle when I realized oh I have a terrible idea, must write it down:D

Zhang and Wu Chat, 9:12am

Zhang Qiling: There is something for you on the table.

Wu Xie: ?

Zhang Qiling: There is something for you on the table.

Wu Xie: No no I read it just fine

I’m just a little confused, Wang Meng usually leaves mail in the office. Oh well, maybe he’s taking more initiative. A terrifying thought. Thanks for letting me know!

Zhang Qiling: *speech bubbles appearing and disappearing*

Main Chat, 9:15am

Wu Xie: okay guys not to panic anyone after the creepy letter thing but

Wang Pangzi: WHAT

Zhang Qiling: For once, I agree with the capitalization. Are you alright?

Wu Xie: I think someone got into our house, they left me something

Wang Pangzi: !!!!!

Zhang Qiling: I’m coming down from the roof now, I will meet you in the kitchen and take you to the safe house. Don’t move.

Wang Pangzi: SHITSHITSHITSHIT HANG ON IM CALLING EVERYONE LIVING DEAD AND OTHERWISE TO GET ON THIS. WE ARE MOVING HOME BASE TO ZURICH AND CHANGING OUR NAMES IDGAF

Wu Xie: it’s odd though…they left a definite death threat before but now a bouquet of jasmine flowers? With a Pablo Neruda poem attached, which kind of seems like the opposite of threatening??

Wang Pangzi: WHAT.

Zhang Qiling: You are not in danger.

Wang Pangzi: OH MY GOD AHAHAHAHA BRB IM TEXTING HEI XIAZI

Wu Xie: I mean I agree, this doesn’t seem dangerous, but is something going on that you two know about and I don’t?

Wang Pangzi: PABLO NERUDA IM CRYING XIAO GE WHY IM PISSING MYSELF

Zhang Qiling: It’s all fine. Ignore Pangzi. I’ll come in anyway to get rid of the flowers. It must have been a mistake.

Wu Xie: Oh, that’s sad. Someone didn’t get their flowers:(

Wang Pangzi: ARE YOU FUC—

Wu Xie: Even so, do you think it would be okay to keep them?

Zhang Qiling: …do you like them?

Wu Xie: I mean I’ll still call the florist and let them know, but what are the chances one of my favorite floral scents and one of my favorite poets somehow get delivered here? It’s practically fate:)

Wang Pangzi: SURE SEEMS THAT WAY HUH MAYBE YOU SHOULD THINK A LITTLE HARDER ABOUT THIS WITH THAT GENIUS IDIOT BRAIN SO I CAN FINALLY GET A BREAK

Zhang Qiling: If you like the gift, you are meant to keep it.

Babysitters Club Chat, 9:30am

Wang Pangzi: YOU. FUCKING. CHICKEN. YOUR QILIN CARD HAS BEEN REVOKED.

Zhang Qiling: I don’t understand what you are talking about. I am turning off my phone and going back to the roof to keep watch. Please stop talking about this in the main chat.

Wang Pangzi: OHH NO NO NO YOU ARE NOT GETTING AWAY WITH THIS, LITTLE BLACK RIDING HOOD.

YOU SENT HIM FLOWERS. WITH A POEM. PABLO. FUCKING. NERUDA. YOU ARE NOT ALLOWED TO BE SMOOTHER THAN THE GREAT PANGZI AND THEN RUN AWAY JUST BECAUSE OUR IDIOT IS BEING HIS IDIOT SELF. EXPLAIN.

Zhang Qiling: Fine. After I lost my memory, Wu Xie let me read his old journals to try to jog some memories, or at least give me recent context for my life. I saw the date of the entry where he wrote that he met me for the first time, outside his uncle’s house. I rescued him from a mugging, not that I remember it. Today is that date. Satisfied?

Wang Pangzi: IM TORN BETWEEN LAUGHING AND CRYING AND HOPPING UP ON THE ROOF TO HOLD YOU. XIAO GE, YOU ROMANTIC. AN ANNIVERSARY PRESENT????????

Zhang Qiling: Say nothing. It was a foolish desire I had, to show him how much—

It doesn’t matter.

And do not come up to the roof, you will fall.

Wang Pangzi: FOOLISH MY GORGEOUS ASS

IM DONE DUCKING AROUND WITH THIS

OH HONEY YOU GOT A BIG STORM COMING

Zhang Qiling: The forecast is indeed overcast, but I do not sense rain approaching?

Mere Mortals Chat, 9:53am

Wang Pangzi: HE IS TRYING TO DATE YOU.

Wu Xie: ?

Wang Pangzi: DO NOT CALL THE FLORIST. THEY WILL JUST TELL YOU ABOUT AN EMOTIONALLY STUNTED TOOTHPICK WHO BOUGHT THEM FOR YOU.

Wu Xie: a toothpick?

Wang Pangzi: WHY MUST I DO EVERYTHING AROUND HERE. IS THIS HOW WANG MENG FEELS ALL THE TIME

Wu Xie: I’m confused, Wang Meng bought me flowers?

Wang Pangzi: IT IS SUCH A GOOD THING YOU'RE PRETTY

Wang Pangzi: YOU MAY WANT TO SIT DOWN FOR THIS

Zhang and Wu Chat, 11:08am

Wu Xie: Xiao Ge…this is so sweet. You are…I’m tearing up over here in the kitchen.

Zhang Qiling: You are crying? What has happened? Are you hurt?

Wu Xie: please come to the kitchen so I can hug you. And tell you some things

Zhang Qiling: On my way. You need to tell me who made you cry.

Wu Xie: oh I will.

Main Chat, 7:00am

Wang Pangzi: A MAN SHOULDNT HAVE TO WALK IN ON PURE SMUT WHEN HE IS TRYING TO GET SOME COFFEE IN THE MORNING YA NASTIES

Wu Xie: okay holding hands at the breakfast table is not smut

Fuck off Pangzi

Zhang Qiling: I will happily reserve our affection for more private moments. That moment was not meant for you.

Wang Pangzi: AFTER ALL THE WORK I DID DONT YOU DUCKING DARE “RESERVE” ANYTHING

DUCKING

DUCK

*FUCK

Zhang Qiling: We will also reserve that for private moments.

Wang Pangzi: …

Wu Xie: Omg Xiao Ge!!! Stop! Or switch to private chat and don’t stop;)

Wang Pangzi: I MISS THE TOMBS.

#whomst #ultimate note #the lost tomb #wu xie #dmbj #pingxie

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emo00skid · 2 years

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Probably the last riverdale post I’d ramble about bcs the show has gone to shit it doesn’t deserve my time anymore.

So despite the trainwreck of a storyline and wtf musical moments, the ships??

Riverdale managed to create the most powerful gangster bitch power gay couple choni in 4 seasons and destroyed it in a few eps. Not only they broke them up, they made toni and?? Fangs??? Together??? Like. Make it make sense??? Try. You cant. You took 2 perfectly fine gay couples, broke em up, and paired them?? Together?? Making them. Un. Gay?? Idk. Im confused af. But mostly mad bout choni.

Then the whole barchie vs bughead fiasco. So idgaf if the writers wanna end it with a sweet comic book barchie. But can they fucking write it better? Archie is a dipshit who goes back to betty everytime he cant get veronica? He never even liked her until she wasn’t available?? And now that v left him bcs he was a fucking shit boyfriend who treated her like a sexy housewife after he refused to give her anything till she divorces her husband and then he goes back to betty? Like???

And fine you wanna destroy a 4 year canon ship bughead? Fine. At least do it properly. Or at least give the characters some respect?? They broke up on bad terms with jug being high af. So. Now. What? They NEVER spoke about it. There’s no closure?? Jug never says sorry? Betty fucking appeared in his head and saved him and??? That was never mentioned of? We just see that shot in his head and then poof move on to the new girl??? Not even a simple mention about how much they meant to each other or like a recognition or anything?? Not even a “I appreciate you and im sorry for how we ended things” and them like. Being friends? Again? On good terms? After all the shit they went through together???? This is fucking stalia all over again fuck this shit (yes teen wolf fam im quoting you bcs im that stydia fan who got mad at the stupid stalia breakup)

I hate how the girls are treated in the show by dickwads who never learn how to speak their feelings and converse like fucking adults.

This show has gone shit, more than just the musical disasters. I’m done.

To writers: sometimes shows get dragged on too long that even you didnt expect it to and it fucking shows. Yall are dicks for destroying a perfectly good show bcs you’re lazy to think aside from stupid musicals and switching ships. If you’re only writing for money to drag the story, stop it pls. Its insulting.

Ps: im sorry to sabrina for being dragged into this shitshow

Pps: this was very long im sorry

#riverdale #choni #bughead #barchie #varchie #teen wolf #sabrina the teenage witch #stalia #stydia

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so idk if you're doing requests but if you are 👀 can I get some HCs or a scenario of bakugo x fem!reader who's in class 1-B and is an "idgaf" and a "cool as a cucumber" type tsundere???? thank you so muuuuuch~

a/n: i’m back from the dead so i am taking requests lmao. i like this request a lot, i feel like if bakugou met like a female counterpart of himself, he’d definitely catch some sort of feels.

key: (y/n) - your name / (f/n) - first name / (l/n) - last name / (e/c) - eye color / (h/c) - hair color / (y/q) - your quirk

warnings: swearing, fluff

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katsuki bakugou

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You had a bit of a running gag in your class. You were 1-B’s Bakugou.

You were definitely bold and loud it seemed, but given a rare scenario, you'd open up to someone.

You never once imagine it would be your male counterpart, and one you’d been nicknamed after.

Katsuki Bakugou was a hardass, to say the least.

He was blunt, and aggressive, and came off as rude, but in the end, it was just his way of being honest and straightforward.

Still, you were unsure of how to feel.

The day dragged on like usual, kids staying out of your way in fear of you giving them a hard time over something as small as not moving out of the way.

You tried not to seem so mean, but you couldn’t help it. You were there for one reason, and one reason only. To become a pro. You didn’t have time for friends, or relationships.

But recently, you’d noticed you’d been slacking. And you were beating yourself up about it.

So that’s why you went to him.

“Hey, dipshit.” You pushed the door open to Class 1-A. Everyone stared at you as you made your way over to Bakugou’s desk.

“What the hell do you want?” Bakugou stood up, looking at you.

“We’re going head to head later today. Don’t be fucking late.” You cursed. Bakugou’s eye twitched.

“Oh, I’ll fucking kill you.” Bakugou taunted. He smirked and watched as you nodded.

“Gym Gamma after school.” You spoke, before leaving. Everyone was confused.

And so, until school let out, you wondered if you’d done the right thing. You knew no-one else would come watch, they’d be too scared. You and Bakugou had fought head to head before, and the teachers had to get involved before you both ended up in the ER.

Monoma noticed you looked uneasy in class.

“Thinking on how your date with Katsuki is gonna go?” He teased. You glared at him. He let out a chuckle and smiled.

“Not now, shithead.” You groaned. You’d gotten a C on your last test, and you weren’t happy about it. Even more, you’d slipped into fourth in your class. You were still doing good, but you knew you could do better.

“You didn’t deny it!” He cheered.

You slammed your head down onto your desk and awaited the final school bell.

You burst into Gym Gamma, your head held high. Bakugou was already there, in the school’s training uniform.

“Ready to die, princess?” He mocked you. You threw your stuff down on the floor and sighed. You’d changed before coming here in hopes to save time, but you were in fact, late.

“Don’t call me that, dickhead.” You groaned. He charged at you, not giving you any time to prepare, which was fine.

You dodged and struck him when he switched to come at you again.

It was easy fighting Bakugou, or at least it seemed easy.

You knew he would always be able to counter if you dodged, and it was only ever figuring out which way he would come from.

You’d fought him before, and were a little familiar with his fighting style.

“Is that all you got?” He yelled, sending a blast your way. You jumped out of the way, but the tail end of the explosion hit you.

You fell onto the floor and groaned.

It was the third time he’d knocked you down so far. Your body was aching, begging for you to take a break.

“You giving up already?” Bakugou taunted, running at you to hit with another explosive punch.

“No.” You struggled to stand.

Bakugou landed another hit in your abdomen, sending you back. You hit the ground and coughed. Bakugou glanced at you.

Bakugou felt worried. Like he’d hurt you, badly.

You weren’t moving.

“Hey! Get up! We’re not done.” Bakugou grunted, making his way over to you. That’s when he heard it.

Were you, crying?

“Fuck.” You sniffled. You moved your arms, using them to push you up, but you only stumbled.

“Keep going, don’t stop.” You said, finally standing back up.

“Are you fucking insane?” Bakugou questioned.

“I said keep going!” You ran at him.

You lost your footing, and fell into, his arms?

“You’re a real dumbass.” He groaned.

“Put me down!” You yelled. He pinned you against a wall and pressed his lips to yours. Your eyes widened before you melted into the kiss.

Why did this feel so right to you?

Bakugou pulled away and smirked.

“Why’d you asked for a fight?”

“I wanted to fight you.”

“I heard you dropped down a few spots in class.”

“Are you gonna help me or be an asshole about it?” You asked.

“I’ll help you, but I’m not going to repeat myself.” Bakugou snaked his arm around your waist and held you up.

“I can walk on my own.” You tried pushing him away.

“You’re my girlfriend now.” Bakugou grabbed your bag and slung it over his shoulder.

“Fine. I guess that makes you my boyfriend.” You mumbled.

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nightsoulsworld · 2 years

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Swift x Ashleigh Vampire Book

Hey there, @ashleighclark98

New chapter is here and I hope you will like it.

Chapter 25: My loved ones

Ashleigh

When I walked in, I went to change my clothes, I put my pajamas on, I brushed my teeth, and I hide under my covers and soon, I fall asleep. I woke up at 8:00 am. I opened my eyes and yawned. I opened my window and I looked at people rushing to work or on a bus, buses, and taxes wandering around the busy streets of New York. I smiled, and I started to prepare myself a coffee. I switch the radio on and the song by Dua Lipa- IDGAF was on. I started humming and singing lyrics while I was making eggs.

When I finished doing my breakfast, I went to the bathroom to take a shower. I let the hot water refresh me after long hunting trips and I settled down my thoughts. I went to my room to change my clothes and I brushed my hair. I let my hair down, I put some eyeshadow and mascara on, and I started to read a book by Danielle Steel- Changes.

Such a nice romance book. I was in the half, when the voice that I know very well, spoke out to me: "Hello, my darling. How are you?" I couldn´t help but smile at Swift. He´s so nice to me and he supports me and actually understands me. " Hi, love. I´m good and you?" He smirked and sat next to me. "When I'm here with you, everything is perfect. I didn´t know that you like books". "I do. I love them".

"That´s great. We will pick up new books in a bookstore when we will be done with moving" "Yeah, we will after movi... Wait...After moving? After which moving?" I was speechless. Swift only chuckled and added: "Sweetheart, you will live with me and my family under one roof. I came to help you pack your things and when we will be done, others will help us to move that stuff into our house". I couldn´t believe my own ears. I will live with him and others?

Swift looked at me with an unsure look: " Uhh, Ash? What do you say?" My mouth shift into a huge smile and I jumped into his arms: " That´s awesome! I can´t wait! Ahh, sweetie, I am so so happy!" He laughed with that pleasant laugh that makes my heart melt.

"Ooh, baby. I am so so happy !", he said and kissed me on my hair. When we pulled away, he asked me: " What is that book about?" I smiled and I started to tell him the plot of the book.

Swift

Ash told me everything about the book Changes by Danielle Steel. The book is about a successful New York TV journalist who falls in love with a widower from LA. Cool. But Ash prefers mostly Vampire books, and this book has from her friend. When we packed all her things, she grabbed keys, her wallet, and bag and we went to the local bookstore to find good Vampire books.

When we stepped in, and she looked at all books standing on the shelves, she had a shocked expression. I looked at her worried that is something wrong so I asked her: " Baby, are you okay?" She looked at me with her beautiful amber eyes and said: " I'm fine, it´s just I saw a corner with shelves only with vampire books".

She told me and I let the sigh of relief. Thank God, everything is okay, so I grabbed her hand and we walked into that corner. She looked so happy, like a kid in the candy store, and I couldn´t help but smile at her actions.

She grabbed each vampire book so carefully, like if she was scared to tear them. She grabbed a book Fevre Dream by George R.R Martin, looked at the Contents, and then she put that book back in her place.

Meanwhile, I went for a shopping basket, and when I return to her she had so many books in her hands, that she didn´t see me and the whole store. I chuckled and I grabbed two books from her, Dark Lover by J.R Ward and Certain Dark Things by Silvia Moreno-Garcia. Interesting books, I must say. When we put other Vampire books, I paid them, even though she objected. But in the end, she was happy. And I knew that this will make her happy, and I want to see her happy no matter what.

We thanked and we walked back home, hand in hand. On the way home, I saw the pure happiness on her face.

God, she´s so cute and adorable. We walked in and put the books to everything else.

When he grabbed a book, Dark Lover, she said: " Books are my loved ones". I smiled at her and she hugged me. "Thank you for buying me these books". "Everything for my loved one". She smirked and we waited for others. They were on their way.

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thejudgingtrash · 4 years

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Well. I’ve gotten quite the reactions to my hot takes//unpopular opinions. So here’s part two! For everyone new, here’s part one!

Percy radiates the blandest straight energy. I don’t see why you people think he’s bi

Hazel > Frank > (Leo > Piper) > Jason and that’s that story (Leo and Piper can switch positions)

Everyone giving Percy some heat for not realizing that Annabeth had a crush on him is fucking stupid. Shit is going down, he’s an insecure boy who got a lot of flag in a very short time by everyone in his environment and you think he’s supposed to dive nose deep into some coochie? Damn y’all are some horny bastards

People that still bash on Perachel (and I’m saying that as a hardcore Percabeth shipper) and harass those shippers should just walk out of the fandom

Hazel‘s background story is a gigantic fucking mess and should have been kept in the drafts

All the godships (Caleo, that whole Walt/Sadie/Anubis thing) across all series are trash

Jason’s death in TOA was cheap as fuck. He should’ve died in HOO and not as a side character in another bland sequel

People that don’t realize that Paul magically doesn’t erase/fix the abuse that Percy and Sally have suffered from are... fun. More on my stance on Paul here

Leo was always fucking annoying but pre-MOA Leo is someone we can deal with

Percy is the only dude with a beard and chest hair. Everyone else looks like they’ve glued three pubic hairs into their faces

Making Piper rely on the white man is a huge fucking no

The fact that every important kid/protagonist is a descendant from one of the 12 Olympians and not a kid from a minor god in the follow up series proves that neither the gods nor Rick Riordan have changed. Luke’s funky ass proves that even Riordan’s a douche in that regard

If you think that Percy is going to disrespect Sally in her own house by doing some intricate cooch research with Annabeth you are fucking mistaken

The musical as wonderful as it may be, isn’t canon. It’s another artist‘s interpretation of a work. Riordan giving it a thumbs up doesn’t mean jack. Using the musical as an argument is meh at best

People that ask in 2020 why Riordan‘s works are problematic are the same people that type ’Google‘ into Google

I can’t stress this enough but Annabeth’s favorite song is Red Solo Cup by Toby Keith

Pretty sure Annabeth’s hair equals a rats nest 90% of the time. Princess curls where? Is she hindering missions because she isn’t done with deep conditioning? Bitch is a walking mess!

The fact that both Underworld kids are time travelers that just seem to manage modern times all too fine is fucking stupid

Also people that are forgetting that Nico is Italian, not Italian-American are tiring. The likelihood of him understanding racial issues of Italians in the US are next to none

Also a bunch of people have accents and slang which would’ve made everything funnier

Riordan really loves to make his latinx characters bland and awful, huh?

Too many people lack basic reading skills part II

The fact that people are seriously fighting over the pronunciation of a shipping name/neologism is pathetic to the max. Pronounce it however you want. Who gives a shit? People disagreeing on something doesn’t hinder you in any way

On that note, Percabeth is an awful ship name. Why not choose Seaweed Brain? It was already there. It was a given. It was sweet and easy to digest

The only iconic female performer that Percy willingly listens to is Her Majesty Beyoncé Knowles-Carter

Meg is fucking annoying, more so than Leo

Same goes for Lavinia

Same goes for Alex Fierro from the bits I’ve read

The scavengerhunt plot that Riordan set up to mark Hera as the evil queen is the messiest and dumbest plot device of HOO. Periodt

Cecil Markowitz‘ portrayal is fucking racist

Same goes for Julia Feingold

Same goes for Samirah Al-Abbas

Hades would’ve never had kids outside of his marriage. Sorry team Nico & Bianca

The Trials of Apollo are so forgettable and bland I can’t recollect anything that happened apart from Jason being turned into kebab and missing lesbian rights for Reyna

Classisists coming for Riordan are morons at best. This series is meant for kids. As shitty as the gods are portrayed (and we all agree that the portrayal could’ve been waaaay better) there’s only so much one can do for a middle school audience. Also the gods aren’t the focus of the series. Shouldn’t you be happier about the fact that Riordan gets more kids interested in Greek Mythology?

On that note, Poseidon is a piece of shit and not the cool dad

Hellenistic polytheists have more reasons to be offended as Riordan bashed their views on their religion (sorry guys)

Everyone who is trying to erase Grover as Percy’s best friend deserves to get hit with a deadly chancla

That also goes for everyone that has no issues with applying racist canon to fanart (Piper with feathers, light eyes for poc, giving Annabeth Trump‘s tanning treatment)

Annabeth Chase is white

Percy and Jason aren’t friends. Idgaf.

Realistically speaking Thalia would’ve immediately dipped the hunters after Kronos funky ass got defeated

Pretty sure you would be able to smell a demigod from a mile away. When do these stinky bastards have the time to take a shower?

Annabeth needs some therapy with a focus on managing her aggressive outbursts. That judo flip wasn’t cute. The fuck.

Apart from that I still stan bold, unapologetical asshole Annabeth

Why are all the kids either dead poor or fucking millionaires? Does the middle class not exist? Will the next series in the Riordanverse be about the struggles of capitalism?

The tattoos from Camp Jupiter make absolutely no sense as Romans thought that tattoos are barbaric. And no, saying it’s a modern spin is fucking stupid especially when New Rome is build with the old rules, principles and ways in mind. Slave branding your child soldiers is a fucking no from me

New Rome having fucking child soldiers

The fact that all protagonists basically jump onto the praetor‘s position in little to no time is stupid. Why place the rule that you have to work your way up in the first place when you basically can just toss nickels at passerby’s and get the spot?

The Tower of Nero will be worse than Blood Of Olympus

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Pity part 3

Summary: The boys deal with the mysterious thing that take you

Warnings: Swearing, brief mention of committing suicide (there’s like no details and its all fake but I figured I’d mention it just in case)

A/N: Sorry this is late and like hella long!!!! But I really hop you enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it. FEEDBACK IS ALWAYS APPRECIATED SO MUCH IT MAKES MY WEEK GUYS

Part 1 Part 2

Also tagging @leahslovelylibrary @princess-of-idgaf @flipperjanga11 @justagirlinafandomworld @thebooklover2020 @shamelesslydean (I’m so sorry if I forgot anyone!)

Dean took your leaving hard, not that that was much of a surprise to anyone. He hardly slept, only really doing so after he passed out drinking, hardly ate, Sam was stuck practically forcing food down his throat. It was as if the boys had actually lost you, which to Dean might as well have been the case.

He knew he fucked up, he knew he fucked up badly. You had asked him if he had even considered your feelings when he did what he did and in all honesty he hadn’t. He had been so caught up in how you held yourself as a hunter, the confident unbreakable façade you showed to the world, that he forgot you were only human, that you could be hurt. He was so caught up in how he felt that he didn’t think of the consequences of his actions and it cost him everything.

He wasn’t lying when he said he wouldn’t blame you if you never came back. After all that you said to him that night he couldn’t fathom how you would even go about forgiving him. He was your best friend, he was your partner when it came to hunting, it is absolutely crucial that you be able to put your life in his hands without any hesitation, that you be able to fully trust him no questions asked. And he obliterated that trust.

He didn’t even pick up his head when Sam walked into the bunker late that night. His eyes stayed glued to his glass, it was almost empty but he couldn’t bring himself to finish it off. After the past few days the mere sight of alcohol made him sick but he needed something to numb his feelings, he needed to not have to feel the loss of you being gone, he needed to be able to forget the feeling of you in his arms that night, he needed to forget just how close he was before he ruined everything.

Sam sat down across from him at the table, eyeing the bottle that was full not too long ago. “I think she’s going to make a decision soon”

No matter what that decision be Dean wasn’t sure he was going to like it. Obviously if you chose to leave things would be difficult but they would be if you chose to stay too. Leave and he’d have to live with the knowledge that he drove away the love of his life, stay and he’d have to live with the knowledge that your relationship started with a lie that he could never make up for.

“Do you want to talk about it?”

He knew Sam was just trying to help, but there was only one person Dean wanted to talk to right now and she couldn’t stand to so much be in the same room as him right now.

“I don’t know what I want anymore”

Sam only nodded. He knew the answer to his question before he asked it but couldn’t help himself. He wasn’t sure how much more of this his brother could take. If the alcohol didn’t get him the sleep deprivation would, and no matter what there was little hope of things going back to normal any time soon. There was a part of him that wished his brother had never said anything, ignorance is bliss right? But a bigger part of him knew how wrong that was, you deserved the truth, no matter how ugly it was.

“Just get some sleep tonight Dean” He pleaded, standing up, debating taking the bottle from him but knowing it would be in vain “please”

You woke up in a bed that both was and wasn’t familiar to you. You could remember falling asleep in a dingy motel room but what you woke up with was far from that. Soft sheets, large comforter nothing was familiar there but the walls were what struck you, the walls you could remember, those were Dean Winchester’s walls.

You shot up in bed, looking around at the empty room, not remembering why you were in Dean’s room. Then the smell of pancakes hit your nose, someone else was here, and if you were in the bunker it had to be one of the boys, right?

You cautiously crept out of the room and towards the kitchen to see Dean in nothing but pajama bottoms, casually flipping pancakes, grinning as he saw you walk in.

“Good morning beautiful”

“Good morning handsome” Of course you were in the bunker, it was your home, where else would you be? You tried to shake off your thoughts, Dean was just making you breakfast, it wasn’t unusual, why were you feeling so off today?

“blueberry or chocolate?” He asked, pouring the batter.

“chocolate” You answered immediately, sitting down at one of the chairs, watching hottest guy in the world making you pancakes shirtless, it was a view you could never tire of.

“of course” He chuckled, grabbing the bag and dropping a few chips onto the batter. “how’d you sleep sweetheart”

You had to think about it for a moment, you couldn’t remember waking up at any point in the night but also seemed to remember falling asleep somewhere that wasn’t where you woke up, must have just been a strange dream “pretty well. You?”

Dean flipped the pancakes easily, a soft smile playing on his face “I had you in my arms so obviously I can’t complain”

You could feel a blush climb its way up to your cheeks as you chuckled softly, smiling back at him, no matter how many times he did it you could never get over him complimenting you like that.

He plated the pancakes and set them on the table in front of you, standing close enough the string on his pants grazed your arm softly. You reached for the plate only to have him yank it away at the last minute “hold on you haven’t paid for them yet”

You looked up at him through your lashes, admiring the grin on his face as he looked down at you “damn I left my wallet in the car”

“I’m sure we can work something else out” He smirked before leaning down to your level, softly bringing his lips to meet yours. The taste of him in your mouth, the feeling of his lips on yours, it was indescribable, amazing, comforting, and familiar, and yet at the same time not.

He pulled away too quickly for your liking, setting down the plate and furrowing his brows “You seem like you’re somewhere else this morning. Are you alright”

“Just tired” You lied “I’m sorry”

“No need to apologize” He assured you, running a hand through your hair comfortingly before heading back to the stove to take care of the rest of the pancakes. “better wake up soon though you have to leave in half an hour”

“Leave?” You asked, taking a bit of food.

“You have a shift at the hospital this morning right?”

Your eyes widened, of course he was right, how could you have forgotten about your job. “shit I don’t know what’s going on with me today”

“You think you’re coming down with something?” He asked concerned “do we need to skip the benefit tonight”

Fuck the donors benefit for the hospital. You’d been helping with it for months how could you have let it escape your mind so easily “no I’m fine” You assured him “just…tired”

He looked at you skeptically but didn’t push it further “alright sweetheart, whatever you say”

Sam wasn’t sure exactly what he was expecting but it was definitely more than he got. A part of him assumed you wouldn’t be too far behind him last night. You seemed as though you had made up your mind or were at least close to doing so before he left. But then you didn’t show so he told himself tomorrow, morning came and went with still no you and Sam waited, eyeing the door, pleading you to walk through it.

24 hours he told himself, he’d give you a full day before driving back over there to check on you again. But all too soon he was back in the car heading to your motel room, parking just beside your car and knocking on your door.

A tall man answered your door half dressed, a towel draped around his waist. Sam couldn’t help but feel a surge of anger course through him at the sight, he left last night and you decided to fuck some stranger instead of actually dealing with the situation at hand.

He set his jaw and bunched his fists, trying to keep his attitude in check, reminding himself you were hurting. “Is Y/N here?”

“Who?”

God the asshole didn’t even know your name. It was then that he started to understand how his brother had felt for the past few months, watching someone he loved (albeit in a different way than his brother but still) throwing herself at guys who didn’t even bother to learn her name, it just didn’t feel right.

“The girl who’s staying in this room” He explained, not bothering to hide his condescending tone “I need to talk to her”

“Dude this is my room” The man cocked an eyebrow sending Sam reeling back “You must have the wrong one”

“No-I” Sam started to stutter, he looked at the room number again, this was the same one he came to last night, your car was parked out front, this was definitely your room.

“You might want to try talking to the front desk” The man shook his head before shutting the door in Sam’s face.

Sam stayed frozen in place, unsure of what to do next. There was no way he had the wrong room he was literally just here, your car was parked in the same place as last time, if you had left you would have taken it with you. Unless you switched cars to keep them from finding you? But why wouldn’t you have told him you were leaving? Why would you feel the need to switch cars? Dean told you he’d respect whatever decision you made. Nothing was adding up.

Eventually he decided to try the front desk, marching up to the greasy guy at the counter who clearly didn’t give a shit about his job “Hi I’m looking for Y/N Y/L/N”

“We don’t give out client information” The man didn’t even look up at Sam as he answered, instead choosing to flip through a magazine on the desk top.

“I’m an FBI agent I need this information”

That caught his attention as he straightened up immediately, making eye contact for the first time. “You got a badge”

Sam bit the inside of his cheek “not on me at the moment”

“warrant?”

“…no”

The man relaxed immediately, slouching back over the desk and dropping his gaze again “then I can’t help you agent”

“I’m just looking for my friend” Sam pleaded with the man “Just let me take a look at your security tapes”

“no warrant no looking”

Sam exhaled sharply, setting his jaw “alright if you want me to come back with a warrant I will. But I’m bringing a whole team with my next time to search each and everyone of your rooms, making a big deal publicly about the search, and we’ll just see how many of your clients choose to come back to stay with you again”

The man paused halfway through turning the page, glaring up at Sam from his slouched position, checkmate.

“I need a smoke break anyways” He grumbled, dramatically snatching his pack of cigarettes off the counter and heading outside, leaving Sam alone with the computer.

He wasted no time, clicking through a series of surprisingly well organized folders of security tapes until he found the one of last night. He scrolled through until he saw himself leave your room, waiting until he saw you exit as well with a bag over your shoulders roughly an hour later. You threw the bag into the trunk of your car and Sam watched as a man slowly approached your car, shadows covering his face well enough Sam had no hope of being able to identify him from the footage.

Sam could feel his body tense as you reached for your gun, instincts as impeccable as usual, but ultimately you dropped your hand from its handle, just talking to the man calmly for a few seconds. The man held out his hand to you and he watched you hesitate to take it, something was off and you could feel it. To his horror Sam watched you take the man’s hand, a bright blue flash erupting from his skin at the contact causing Sam to swear under his breath as you dropped to the ground lifelessly.

His hands shook as he scrambled for his phone in his back pocket, dialing Dean without taking his eyes off the screen in front of him, watching the man throw you roughly into the back of a van.

“Yeah?” Dean’s groggy, hungover voice filled the air as Sam’s wide eyes stared at the screen.

“Y/N’s been taken by a Djinn”

You dug around absently in your closet. Scrubs…you needed scrubs…but where did you keep them? Dean came into his room…no your room…your’s and Dean’s room…leaning against the door frame with a concerned look on his face.

“What are you looking for babe?”

Babe, the word struck a chord with you but you couldn’t explain why. He had called you that before, many times in fact, so why did it feel like the first.

“My scrubs. I don’t know where I put them”

Dean walked over, opening the top drawer of the dresser to reveal it full of colored scrubs “right where you always keep them”

Of course. You kept them separate from the rest of your clothes in their own drawer. How could you have forgotten that.

You tried to play it off, not saying anything as you walked across the room and grabbed a pair, stopping as Dean grabbed your arm, concerned green eyes staring straight into yours.

“Are you sure you’re ok Y/N”

You couldn’t help but smile, loving how concerned he was for you over nothing. You brought a hand up to his face, rubbing your thumb softly over his bottom lip. And before you could stop yourself you were kissing him, truly savoring the feeling, as if it were your first all over again.

You pulled away from him, watching as a grin erupted across his face making your heart flutter “I swear I’m fine”

“I don’t know” He tried to keep a straight face but the corners of his mouth tipped up, giving everything away “I think we should check again.”

You giggled, wrapping your hands around his neck and bringing him back to your level. Kissing Dean Winchester was a feeling you knew you could never tire of.

He practically whined when you finally pulled away, your lungs screaming for air as you did. “Don’t worry” You winked “we’ll continue this later”

He grabbed you by the hips, pulling you into him, your nose grazing his as you stared up at him “is that a promise?”

“It is” You assured him, going up on your toes and pecking him on the cheek before walking back across the room and quickly throwing on your scrubs.

Only then did it occur to you you didn’t know where your keys were. You scanned the room, checking your pockets before looking to Dean again “uh do you know where I left me keys”

“Here” He answered simply, reaching behind him and grabbing his own keys, throwing them to you.

You stared at them down in your hands, tilting your head “you want me to take baby?”

“I’m off for the day so I won’t need her” He shrugged.

“but-“ You knew this didn’t feel right. Sam was barley allowed to drive her, let alone you “you don’t let anyone drive her”

“You drive her all the time” He cocked an eyebrow, concern lacing his voice once again “I trust you with her”

He trusts you. Of course he trusts you, you were dating, living together, you drove her to work whenever he didn’t need her. This wasn’t weird this was normal, everything was normal. Why did you have to keep telling yourself that?

“I guess it’s just something I’ll never get used to”

“are you sure that’s what you saw?” Dean was much too hungover to be dealing with something this big at the moment. He was pacing back and forth trying to ignore his blinding headache, trying to convince himself that you were fine, that Sam was just wrong.

“There was a flash of blue light when he touched her and she crumpled to the ground” Sam sighed, running an anxious hand through his hair. “four other people have gone missing in the area Dean”

“It’s too close to us we would have noticed if there was a djinn around here” Dean argued, biting the inside of his cheek.

“We have been preoccupied with other things” Sam explained cautiously “nobody’s been looking at the news to notice the disappearance”

Preoccupied with other things, things that were entirely Dean’s fault. He had distracted everyone resulting in the disappearance of four other people. Of course he had to be responsible for your disappearance too after everything else he caused you why not add this to the list as well. “How long has she been gone?”

“Almost a full day”

Dean swore under his breath “we need to find her and we need to find her now”

Sam just nodded, scanning news stories.

“have any of the bodies been found?”

“all within 36 hours of their disappearance”

The clock was ticking.

You were rushed into getting ready as soon as you got home from the hospital, hopping into the shower and drying your hair, camping out in front of the bathroom mirror to put on your makeup.

Everything was going fine, you had put even more effort into it than you usually did, black tie event and all, but as you got up on your toes to get closer to the mirror, dropping your mouth slightly, ready to put on your mascara you faltered. You’ve been here before.

You tried to shake off the feeling, of course you’ve been here before it was your bathroom. You put away the mascara and reached for your lipstick, taking off the cap getting ready to apply it when Dean came into the bathroom, leaning against the door frame with a smirk on his face, and you froze.

Déjà vu rushed over you more intensely than it ever had before. This has happened before, you’ve been in this situation before, and you felt as though it didn’t end well.

“Babe are you ok?”

Dean snapped you from your thoughts and you made eye contact with him through the mirror, flicking your eyes back to your own reflection to apply the lipstick. “Yeah I’m fine”

You capped it again and put it back into the bag, giving yourself a moment to make sure everything looked alright.

“Are you sure?” Dean asked, pushing himself off of the door frame “we really don’t have to go tonight if you don’t want to”

You couldn’t help but smile at his concern, walking over to him and throwing your arms around his neck, letting your hand play with the hair at the base of it. “I promise I’m good”

He couldn’t help but smile, resting his hands on your hips in response, pulling you closer to him “alright if you promise…”

“I do” You assured him, letting your hand wonder from his hair to his jawline, letting your thumb rub over the stubble softly.

He groaned softly, letting his eyes dance back and forth between yours “it’s not fair that you put on lipstick, now I can’t kiss you”

“could always take a chance” You winked at him “deal with the consequences later”

He didn’t need any more convincing. Dean placed a finger beneath your chin, lifting it up just enough that he could snoop down and capture his lips in yours, pulling your hips further into him and savoring the kiss for all it was worth, leaving your breathless when he finally pulled away.

“Damn” You breathed out, chuckling slightly at the lipstick mark left on his face.

“probably the only one I’m getting tonight. Had to make it count” He winked

Dean could feel the hours ticking away as he and Sam sat in the library pouring over books and news articles. “we’re not getting anywhere”

“we can’t give up Dean”

“of course not” Dean scoffed, tossing a book aside “but it’s so close lets just go out looking for her”

“She’s not just going to be out wandering the streets Dean”

“We could just check the abandoned buildings around” Dean tried, running an exasperated hand through his hair, anything had to be better than doing this.

“Do you have any idea how many of those there are?” Sam asked “it would take too long. Our best bet is trying to figure out where he is”

“I can’t just keep sitting here” Dean all but yelled, jumping to his feet fast enough that the chair flipped over “she’s out there having her blood drained and we’re just fucking sitting here”

“we’re looking Dean” Sam tried to calm him down “but we need to narrow it down before we just start driving around”

Dean knew his brother was right but couldn’t help but feel as if he was just waiting time. Time you didn’t have. He needed to be able to do something about it, he needed to be able to protect you. And it seemed the only way to do that was to sit down and keep researching. So that’s what he forced himself to do, picking up his chair and slumping back down at the table.

“You said they were all taken from the hotel?”

Sam just nodded, quickly scanning news articles again just to make sure. “it was too dark for security cameras though I couldn’t make him out”

“Too dark when he took Y/N…” Dean started, Sam’s head snapping up as he realized where his brother was going “but maybe not too dark when he took the others”

The two stared at each other in shock for a moment, unable to believe that neither of them had thought of it before sprinting to the car.

The benefit had turned out exactly as you had hoped it would. After months of hard work everything was perfect, from the food to the decorations you couldn’t help but beam proudly.

Everyone was in black tie attire; floor length gowns and tuxes and you couldn’t help but stare at Dean in his. It fit him perfectly, making him look even better, not that you had thought it was possible, and you couldn’t help but notice how he had been unable to keep his eyes off you the entire time. His hand never leaving the small of your back.

“Would you like to dance?” He asked, a childish grin on his face as he held out a hand to you.

You couldn’t help but giggle “I definitely think I should have a drink before I attempt that….or five”

“oh come on” He chided teasingly “I’ll let you stand on me feet”

“oh well in that case” You rolled your eyes with a grin, letting him pull you to the dance floor, placing his hand on your hip and grabbing the other one, leading you in a slow dance “see, not too bad”

“You say that now” You laughed, swaying softly back and forth with him.

A comfortable silence feel over you as the two of you danced, soft music and polite conversation filling the air but Dean’s eyes never leaving yours. “I love you”

“I love you too” You chuckled, the comment coming out of nowhere and hardly being the first time he had told you.

“no I mean…I really love you” You couldn’t help but giggle lightly again as he swayed you “what you did here tonight” He looked up around, smiling at all of the little details “it’s incredible, it’s beautiful, it makes me so proud of you” You could feel the blush heating up your cheeks again as you beamed, biting your lip to keep from grinning “but with you in that dress….god I can’t keep my eyes off of you. You’re amazing babe. I can’t help but feel as though I’m the luckiest guy in the wo-“

Dean was cut off immediate with a tap on his shoulder, the two of you turning your attention to the man who neither of you noticed approach you, your boss.

“sorry do you mind if I cut in?”

Dean shot you a look, silently asking you if it was ok. You nodded at him, watching his face fall slightly as he retreated back into the room leaving you alone with your boss.

He silently held out a hand to you and you took it, allowing him to pull you into him and set a hand on your hip, prompting you to put yours on his shoulder.

“so that was..” He let his question hand in the air, allowing you to fill in the blank.

“Dean” You answered, looking over your shoulder at him “my boyfriend”

“And how are things going with the two of you?”

You faltered slightly at his question, pausing the dance for a fraction of a second before answering “we’re good”

“everything perfect?” He asked, you could hear the grin in his voice making you uneasy. You couldn’t describe it but something felt wrong.

“Everything is perfect” You repeated cautiously, not meeting his gaze.

“You know you could tell me if things weren’t” He continued, “Afterall I am the one responsible for this little relationship”

You froze on the spot, your gaze snapping to his just in time to see his eyes glow blue. Everything immediately coming back to you, hitting you like a freight train.

You tried to push yourself from him but he just held you tighter, forcing you back into swaying “I wouldn’t do that if I were you”

“You’re a djinn” You whispered, unsure of what else to say, desperate to get away from him.

“Yes I am” He answered simply, gripping you tightly to keep you in place “I did all of this for you”

“Why the fuck would you tell me that” You asked

“Because it’s more fun” He shrugged with a smirk, obviously having elicited exactly the reaction from you that he wanted “and because I know you aren’t going to do anything about it”

“Oh really? And why is that?”

He turned you quickly on the spot, positioning the two of you so you could see Dean “because of that idiot right there” he sent him a teasing wave, Dean furrowing his brows before cautiously returning it, looking to you in confusion.

“but I know he’s not real. I know I can just go off myself and see the real one”

“But what does it matter that he is not the real one?” He asked, returning to dancing with you “he loves you like the real one with no strings attached, no grand betrayal, no hard decisions, just him”

You froze again, staring back as Dean grabbed a drink from the bar. He wasn’t wrong, things were certainly easier here. You just had Dean, didn’t have to deal with what he did, didn’t have to make any decisions, everything was well…perfect.

“Just think about it. You get a whole life with him. Why say no”

“If I say yes I’m hurting the real one”

“He hurt you first, didn’t he?”

Dean bounced his leg impatiently as Sam checked the security cam footage “Henry Wilcox went missing ago three days ago” He showed Sam his picture as Sam looked him up in the system.

“Alright room 203” He switched to security cam footage, going through the tape at 4 times normal speed waiting for something to happen. Only shaking his head at Dean when he found out Mr. Wilcox went missing at night.

Dean swore under his breath and crossed him off of his list, that only left one name. “Rachael Campbell, two days ago”

“room 110” Sam mumbled, going back to the security footage and waiting as it quickly cycled through the day. He sighed as nothing happened until it fell dark, watching as some poor girl was attacked by a man Sam couldn’t see in the dark.

Dean’s face dropped at the sound of his brother’s sigh. They were out of leads, their best bet was to just start driving around but they had a max of 4 hours at that point. Those weren’t good odds.

“Wait” Sam breathed out, pausing the video. Dean didn’t hesitate before running around the counter, setting himself beside his brother and looking at the screen to see the exact man they were looking for, illuminated in the headlights of passing car.

“Wilson” He yelled for the front desk man who was out front smoking again. “get in here”

The man poked his head in the door, a cigarette still dangling from his fingers “I’m almost done just give me a few”

“Now” They both demanded in unison, glaring at him until he put out of the cigarette and came to join them behind the counter.

“Do you recognize this man” Dean demanded quickly, crossing his arms.

“Sure that’s Carl. He’s new, part of housekeeping.”

“Do you have an address?” Sam asked hopefully.

Wilson just stared blankly at them, not saying a work until Dean sighed and dug some money out of his wallet, not bothering to count it before throwing it onto the counter. Wilson looked at the money and shrugged, reaching into one of the drawers beneath the desk and pulling out a manila folder handing it to them.

You couldn’t sleep. Just stared up at the celling, not even thinking about your present situation anymore just staring blindly. Dean was sound asleep next to you, or well not-Dean was. Something had always seemed off about him but now that you knew you wondered if there was any going back to just seeing him as Dean. Now that you knew he was fake could you look past it if you wanted to. Key part being wanted to cause you honestly weren’t sure if you still did.

Quietly you climbed out of bed, tiptoeing out of the room and into the kitchen, making yourself a cup of tea.

You eyed the knives as you sipped. Plunge one of those into your stomach and you could go back to your old life, you could go back to real Sam and Dean, you could go back to hunting. But is that really what you wanted? Here everything was perfect, you had the man of your dreams, you had the perfect job, the perfect life, you could very easily be happy here.

Floorboards creaking snapped you out of your thoughts as you saw Dean slowly making his way towards you. Shirtless again, pajama pants hanging low on his hips, his hair sticking up in a million different directions, his eyes drooping slightly. He wordlessly came up behind you and wrapped his arms around you from behind, kissing your shoulder, before resting his head on your back.

You’d been in this situation enough times to know what the real Dean felt like and damn it was close. Close but not quite there. The callouses on his hands were less pronounced, this Dean didn’t have hunting to rough up the skin as much. His scent was missing something, a tad of gunpowder. But damn if it wasn’t comforting.

“Are you drinking tea at three in the morning?” His voice was deep and groggy. It made your knees weak.

“I couldn’t sleep”

“So you decided caffeine would help”

“If you can’t beat ‘em…”

Dean didn’t say anything more, just stayed hugging you, his head resting against your skin and you could feel his breath starting to slow down.

“Head to bed Dean you’re tired”

“Not without you” He argued, and you’d be lying if you said that didn’t bring a smile to your face.

“I’ll be right behind you”

You could feel him hesitate, debating it before reluctantly letting go of you, turning your head to give you a quick kiss before heading back towards his room.

This was going to be a tough decision.

Sam had to fight to keep his brother from rushing into the building immediate, forcing him to slow down just enough to keep him from making any stupid mistakes. With great reluctance he handed him a gun and followed him down the drive to a giant warehouse, the two doing their best to keep quiet as the snuck in.

The place was a maze of boxes, enough blocking the way that the brothers couldn’t see more than ten feet in front of them. Dean’s head was exploding, you were in here somewhere, it was going to take longer than he was comfortable with at this rate. “We need to split up”

Sam hesitated, he knew his brother was right but also knew he wasn’t in the best headspace to be left alone. He hadn’t had a decent night sleep in god knows how long, his emotions were getting the better of him, he could practically see his hands shaking from where he was standing, it wasn’t the best plan.

But you didn’t have time for them to search the entire warehouse together. “alright”

Dean didn’t wait any longer, running off down one of the paths left by the boxes, not giving his brother any time to change his mind.

He tried to stay as calm as possible as he swept the area, knowing he needed to take his time to clear the warehouse but also knowing their countdown to 36 hours was drawing near.

He was almost ready to head over to Sam’s side and start helping him check when he caught the sight of an IV bag out of the corner of his eye, partially hidden amongst a pile of boxes. Dean didn’t even think before lowering his gun and sprinting to the pile, throwing caution into the wind as he threw boxes aside loudly.

As soon as he came to your body he could feel his heart drop into his stomach and he froze. Your skin hung limply to your bones, all color drained from it, your eyes dark and sunken back into your skull, quite plainly you looked like you were dying.

He reached up a finger, pressing it to your neck, panicking as he didn’t feel a pulse. He moved his fingers around the area, his breath quickening as he switched sides, checking again before going for your wrist, harshly digging his fingers into your skin until he finally felt it. Weak and slow but still there. Dean could have collapsed on the spot when he felt it, relief washing over him as he ripped the tube from your arm, shaking you, begging you to wake up.

“You know that’s not going to work”

Dean spun around to face the voice, reaching for his gun but dropping his hand as he saw one already pointed at him.

“She has to do that herself”

“She will” Dean growled, slowly pushing himself to his feet “she’s a fighter”

“Don’t be so sure” the djinn sneered “could you really blame her for not wanting to leave”

Dean shook his head, that wasn’t an option. You were smart, you would know what was going on, you would know what to do. There was no reason you wouldn’t be waking up, or at least that is what he needed to believe.

“Things haven’t exactly been great for…well months” The thing was smirking as he gestured with his gun, enjoying the power he had in his hands at the moment “everything in there is perfect, you really think she wants to give it up? For you no less?”

Dean could feel his legs tremble beneath him. He was right, after everything he did to you, after everything you said to him, how could he really expect you to give up the perfect life. Dean knew what it was like to have everything you ever wanted, it was hard to give something like that up under any circumstances, let alone to give it up for the mess Dean had made.

“Hey dick!” He faintly heard Sam yell out, the Djinn spinning around just to catch a bullet in the chest, sending him crashing to the ground.

But Dean stayed frozen in his spot, turning his head just enough to look at you. There was a good chance you were happy in there, happier than he could ever hope to make you, was it really right to pull you from that? After all of the pain he had caused you could he do it again, was he just being selfish again in wanting you back.

Sam ignored his brother, kneeling to the ground in front of you, calling your name out just as Dean had done.

“She has to want to come back Sammy” Dean mumbled, watching his brother beg just as he had done.

“of course she wants to come back” Sam shot back, not giving up on you just yet.

But Dean wasn’t so sure of that anymore.

You spun a kitchen knife in circles on the counter with your finger. It wasn’t an easy decision to come to, to kill yourself, even if it was a fake life you were leaving. Dean was perfect, your job was perfect, your life was perfect, everything was perfect, wouldn’t you be insane to give something like that up.

You thought about what Dean had done to you. How badly he hurt you. Surely if you just didn’t come back you could call it even. The brothers would probably just assume you had made up your mind and decided to stop hunting with them, they’d never have to know that you were dead.

But you owed them an explanation for why you left right? You owed them some closure, didn’t you?

But says who? Dean had betrayed your trust, had let you start to hate yourself, did he really deserve anything from you.

You had asked him if he had ever considered his feelings in all of this. Could you really go ahead with this without considering his?

Dean padded into the kitchen once again, looking exactly as he had the first time.

“You’re still here”

You just nodded, spinning the knife “yeah”

He looked between you and the knife, making his way over to your side. But you didn’t make eye contact, keeping your eyes glued to the knife.

He reached out, softly cupping your cheek and pulling your gaze to meet his “You know I love you right”

You had to fight the urge to melt into his touch, to collapse into his arms and let him comfort you, to just give up right then and there. “I know”

But the real Dean loved you too. And you were in love with him. Did it really need to be more complicated than that?

“You know I’d do anything for you”

Real Dean would too. For better or worse he was willing to give up everything for you. Surely that was worth something. “I know that too”

“And you know that I’d be a wreck if I ever lost you”

Was there any reason for you to think the real Dean didn’t feel the same way?

You smiled up at him. Watching his body instantly relax as he rubbed a thumb along your jawline. “How about you go start a shower, I’ll come join you”

He beamed down at you, letting his hand drop to your side, rubbing up and down the length of your arm “I’d like that”

“me too” You nodded, not lying, watching as he left to go start the water leaving you alone with the knife.

You picked it up, prinking your finger just enough to let some of the blood start to flow. You took a deep breath and plunged the knife into your abdomen before you could talk yourself out of it.

You came to gasping for air, both of the Winchesters jumping at the sudden, unexpected movement. Quick, shallow breaths escaped your lips as you scanned the area, trying desperately to get your bearings.

Only after you had deemed yourself safe did you become aware of Sam’s voice, trying to calm you, calling out your name, with a hand on your shoulder grounding you. Blankly you looked at him, watching his lips move but not really listening to what he was saying.

You moved your gaze up, connecting with familiar green eyes a few feet further away. He was frozen on the spot, his hands laying limply at his sides, his mouth just slightly parted as you stared at you not saying a word.

You held his gaze, trying to calm your breathing, trying to push down your panic, trying to convince yourself that you had made the right decision.

You looked back at Sam, giving him a nod before trying to push yourself up from the chair, your arms shaking violently as you put weight on them, the effects of blood loss taking control.

The brothers were by your side in an instant, each taking an arm and helping you get to your feet. You looked down at where Dean’s hands were resting on your arm, the entire area tingling in a way that fake Dean’s touch had never done. Dean followed your gaze and immediately retracted his hands, letting Sam do more of the work to keep you standing. Wordlessly you looked back up at him, watching his mouth open and close as he struggled with the words to say.

You gave him a moment, silently begging him to say anything, to not force you to have to lead the very difficult conversation that laid ahead of you. But he eventually just shut his mouth, and nodded, and maybe that was enough for now.

The ride back to the bunker was long and silent, Dean hadn’t even turned on the radio, letting the air get thick as you laid in the backseat and tried to ignore the looks he sent your way through the rear-view mirror.

Sam had fallen asleep before you arrived home. Dean giving him a soft shake to wake him up before helping you out of the car, letting you lean heavily on him as you slowly made your way inside.

The bunker looked nearly identical to the one you just left. The one where you shared your best moments with Dean, the one you killed yourself in. Dean didn’t ask before leading you into the kitchen, pouring you a glass of orange juice, telling you that you needed to get your blood sugar up, the first words he had spoken to you all night.

You half expected him to leave you at the table alone, knowing you wouldn’t be the best conversation buddy at the moment, knowing the tension would be thick enough to cut with a knife. But he sat down across from you, not prompting you to say anything.

You eyed the kitchen counter, fixing your gaze at the block that sat on top of it.

“Those were the knives I used to do it” You watched as he followed your gaze to the knives on the counter, his jaw clenching but not saying anything, letting you continue only if you wanted to.

“I actually fell for it at first” Your voice sounded hollow and empty, and honestly at this point you felt the same way. Everything you had ever wanted was right in your grasp, then you threw it all away, is this how dean felt on the night he told you the truth? “I wanted it all to be true so badly you know?” you were blinded by a gorgeous hunter with green eyes, but it wouldn’t exactly be the first time “then he came and told me it was fake, daring me to do something about it, and I actually considered not doing a damned thing”

You were embarrassed, ashamed even, at how quickly you gave up. You were a hunter, it was you job to hunt monsters like him, and even when you knew exactly who he was you did nothing. You were pathetic.

“It’s hard” His gruff voice drew your attention back to him, his was staring down at his hands, refusing to make eye contact “to give up everything you’ve ever wanted”

You could feel the lump forming in your throat but tried to swallow it down. Was he talking about his own time with a djinn, or was he talking about you. “it was perfect”

Dean nodded softly, keeping his gaze fixed at the table top ”Why did you come back?”

Because there was a Djinn on the loose killing people, because you had a home to come back to, because you knew what was in there wasn’t real. “because of you”

Dean’s eyes snapped up to your’s but you could tell he still didn’t believe you, that his mind was still trying to manipulate that explanation, to analyze it in any way that wasn’t the correct, obvious one.

You tried to continue but found you couldn’t keep talking while he was looking at you like that, you set your gaze to the table top, taking a few breaths to push the lump down again before continuing “you were my perfect Dean”

Dean could feel his heart jump into his throat at your words. He was there, he was in your version of heaven, but what exactly did that mean

“I thought about staying because things were easy. There was no dark past, no hard conversations, no difficult decisions. But I didn’t want that, I wanted you”

Dean could feel the lump rise in his own throat. How on earth could you want him. He had screwed up everything, he had hurt you, he had gotten you kidnapped by a djinn, and now he had taken away your perfect life. Who would choose someone like that willingly.

You chanced another look at him to see Dean leaning heavily on the table staring intently at you, hanging on to your every word. You took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself for what you were about to say. You leaned forward and place a hand on top of Deans, neither of you breaking eye contact. You tried to swallow the lump, blink away the tears, but nothing worked, everything was on the verge of spilling over.

“I forgive you Dean”

Everything froze. He swore his heart stopped beating at your words. His mouth dropping open just slightly, his eyebrows slowly drawing up, his breath slowly coming back to him “why”

You swallowed again, you’d thought enough about this to know exactly what your answer was going to be. “because I still believe I can put my trust in you, because I know you regret what you did more than anything, because you saved my life tonight, because I just lived a perfect life with you, but mostly because I am totally and completely in love with you”

Dean placed another hand on top of yours, rubbing the skin softly, trying his best to ground himself. “but-“

“no buts Winchester” You couldn’t help but chuckle, dipping your head trying to capture his gaze again “you made some mistakes in the past but look where I ended up: I’m safe. And if I’m lucky, with the guy I had always wanted to be with in the first place”

A ghost of a smile played on his face as he gripped your hand tighter “I don’t understand how you could forgive me so easily”

“I’m tired of being mad at you” You admitted, sending him a soft smile trying to get him to lighten up “and when I was in that…illusion…I realized that I could live my dream if I wanted to, I was the only one standing in my way”

“and you’re sure I’m part of that dream”

“I’ve never been more sure of anything”

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Treehouse and Chill

The Simpsons reached another milestone this year with the recent airing of its thirtieth “Treehouse of Horror” special which, coincidentally, is the show’s 666th episode. While certainly not the best installment of this annual series, “Treehouse of Horror XXX” was pretty funny. Still, even the funniest jokes in this episode pale in comparison to some of the classic “Treehouse of Horror” specials. To this day, iconic segments such as “The Shinning”, “The Devil and Homer Simpson”, “Nightmare Cafeteria”, and “Citizen Kang” are still hard to top.

So, in honor of Halloween, thirty years of scary tales, and 90’s nostalgia, I want to briefly discuss my favorite five episodes of the Treehouse of Horror series. As always, ranking articles like these are subjective and are based on personal taste. Therefore, I don’t care if you nor yo’ mama thinks “Treehouse of Horror III” was trash. It’s still going on this list!

Alright, let us continue.

Honorable Mentions: “Treehouse of Horror II”, “Treehouse of Horror VIII”, and “Treehouse of Horror X”

Number Five: “Treehouse of Horror VII” (Season 8, Episode 1; 1996)

Although “The Thing and I” was a strong first segment, I enjoyed it least in “Treehouse of Horror VII”. Don’t get me wrong, I thought the story was pretty funny, I just like the second and third stories better. However, I do have a bone to pick with the ending of “The Thing and I”. Instead of confining Bart to the attic, why not keep both Hugo and Bart around after they discovered Bart was the evil twin? I mean, the family already lived with Bart for 10 years. They might as well kept the mistake going.

“The Genesis Tub” was amusing. It may be the creative in me, but I really enjoy the concept of creating your own world and overseeing it. Still, I felt the ending of “The Genesis Tub” was a bit abrupt. I feel like the writers could have done so much more with the concept of Lisa creating and ruling her own Universe. Maybe she could have assaulted Bart with more fighter pilots. Maybe she could have built a massive ray gun a la the ray gun seen in “Citizen Kang”. The ideas are limitless.

Speaking of “Citizen Kang”, this story is one of my favorites in the entire Treehouse of Horror series. It's a brilliant satirical take on elections in the United States and the country’s politicians. I especially like how the writers make fun of our ridiculous two-party system. Like really, are our only choices between a drooling, Gangreen Gang, cyclops squid, and his twin sister? Ross Perot should have brought up Kang’s and Kodos’ emails. That always works.

Number Four: “Treehouse of Horror III” (Season 4, Episode 5; 1992)

Akin to my feelings about “Treehouse of Horror VII”, I’m only a big fan of two of the three segments in “Treehouse of Horror III”. “King Homer” was just a’ight to me. Granted, the segment did have a great exchange between Mr. Smithers and Mr. Burns about the former’s distaste of seamen and women mixing. Yet overall, I didn’t get a kick out of this story as much as I did the other two.

“Clown Without Pity” is a parody of the lauded Twilight Zone episode “Living Doll”. This segment had its share of funny jokes, particularly the line from Patty about losing the remaining thread of her heterosexuality after seeing Homer horrifically run through the house butt naked. I also like how the key to turning off the Krusty doll’s murderous rage, is switching the lever from “evil” to “good”. Like, what happens if the lever accidentally switches back? What if it breaks and he gets stuck on “evil”? Take the doll back and get a refund! Like, what are y’all doing?!

Finally, there is “Dial ‘Z’ for Zombie”. No matter how self-aware I am about the absurdity of my kinemortophobia (fear of zombies), I still have it. That is why I hated this segment as a child. But as a grown woman, I find this story very funny. It’s a pretty simple zombie story, but the jokes strewn throughout are what make it a highlight of the series. The joke about Homer being immune to the zombies because he lacks brains is one that stands out in particular. Also, what are George Washington, Albert Einstein, and William Shakespeare even doing in Springfield?

Number Three: “Treehouse of Horror IV” (Season 5, Episode 5; 1993)

Choosing between “Treehouse of Horror IV” and “Treehouse of Horror V” as my second favorite episode of the series was the hardest. Ultimately, I prefer V ever so slightly over IV, but IV is a heavyweight in its own right. “The Devil and Homer Simpson” shows just how far our dimwitted protagonist is willing to go to get his favorite, sugary snack. You got to be desperate as all hell to sell your soul for a donut! Other than Homer’s enjoyment of his ironic punishment, the best part of the segment is the trial itself. The Devil’s voir dire game is trash. How do you select the jury and still lose the case? Never hire this man for anything.

“Terror at 5 ½ Feet” is yet another hilarious spin on an old Twilight Zone classic. This parody of “Nightmare at 20,000 Feet” stays true to the basic horror elements and story structure as the original tale, but, of course, adds its own Simpsons brand of humor to it. However, unlike the original, Bart is still tormented by the gremlin after he’s hauled off to the psych ward. Side note, Ned Flanders really took a lot of L’s in this episode.

I’ve never seen nor read the original Dracula, so I do not know how faithful “Bart Simpson’s Dracula” is to the original story. Well, I guess that doesn’t really matter here because this story is so funny and scary that it holds your attention from beginning to end. From the super happy fun slide that leads to the vampires in the basement to Homer staking Mr. Burns (Burnscula?) in the crotch, this story provides many laughs that make this story a classic. Also, the plot twist that Marge (Margecula?) is really the head vampire is funny as hell. Sorry if that was a spoiler but in fairness, this episode is 26 years old now.

Number Two: “Treehouse of Horror V” (Season 6, Episode 6; 1994)

“Treehouse of Horror V” is solid from beginning to end. “The Shinning” is firmly in my top five list of favorite Treehouse of Horror segments. This segment has several hilarious moments, from Homer taking three days to make the voyage to the cabin due to his forgetfulness to the blood not getting off at the right floor, to that scene where the complete lack of television and beer made Homer go . . . something . . . hmm. Well, anyway, I can definitely say that every time I watch “The Shinning”, I’m feelin’ fine.

“The Shinning” is not the only highlight of this episode. Homer’s time-traveling escapade in “Time and Punishment” introduced us to numerous interesting alternative timelines that ultimately drove Homer to a pure state of “IDGAF” at the end. Still sucks that he missed out on that donut rain. That timeline would have smacked!

This episode’s final segment, “Nightmare Cafeteria”, truly is the stuff of nightmares. I mean, it’s super funny now that I’m grown, but this segment used to legitimately scare me as a child. It also didn’t help that I was a fat kid. Like, imagine living your best life and then the next moment, you’re Ms. Wilson’s Fried Adri. Woo, chile.

Number One: “Treehouse of Horror” (Season 2, Episode 3; 1990)

It’s often said that nothing beats the original, and in the case of Treehouse of Horror episodes, this sentiment rings true. The very first Treehouse of Horror is the greatest episode of the series. One of the highlights of this episode is the dulcet baritone of James Earl Jones as the mover, Serak the Preparer, and the narrator of “The Raven”.

The first segment “Bad Dream House” is a comedic spin on the classic haunted house movie trope. The quintessential 80s style horror music that accompanies the story throughout greatly adds to the mood of the piece without overdoing it. The conclusion of “Bad Dream House” is what makes this story so funny. The house destroys itself rather than live with the Simpsons. I don’t know what it feels like to be curved by a house, but it must make you feel all kinds of insecure.

“Hungry Are the Damned” is our first introduction to Treehouse staples Kang and Kodos. It is also our introduction to the sorely missed Serak the Preparer, who definitely needs to return at least once in this series. This segment parodies the classic Twilight Zone episode “To Serve Man” and gives us a humorous plot twist at the end. I suppose this episode also serves as a sort of origin story of Kang’s and Kodos’ beef with mankind because this is the only episode where they are genuinely nice. Dang, all Lisa had to do was sit down and eat her food. Literally.

Finally, there is “The Raven”, which is absolutely my favorite segment in any Treehouse of Horror Episode. What I like most about “The Raven” is how the crew manages to add comedy to the piece without losing any of the mystique of Edgar Allen Poe’s riveting poetry. It also made this poem a bit easier to understand, which I greatly appreciate. It’s a refined piece of television without the pompousness of the bourgeois. In short, I like it.

Honestly, no matter which of the thirty Treehouse of Horror episodes you like best, all are great for watching on Halloween for squeamish, easy-to-scare people like me. So for those of us who aren’t bravely equipped to watch the more realistic, gory, and scary productions, I highly recommend binge-watching these episodes for some softer scary vibes and lots of laughs.

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