#im so down bad for john wick

[myumyuriko]

im gonna write this as fast as i can so i don't get all embarrassed

Warning(?) : clingy reader, water sex or idk (ur in a bath.. so..) blood mentions, separation anxiety!! (probably not vanilla sex so) afab anatomy :( ill try to write a amab if requested after this!!

It was another of those nights, john hasnt came home yet. God knows what the man is up to, but you kept worrying even if it was normal for him. He loves you dearly, but he wants to hide you from the world and keep you for his eyes only. At the start, you thought it was odd, but once you learned more about him you understood. You had to, if you wanted to see him at all.

It's been so long since you had a bath, you've forgotten what it felt like to just relax

"Ah, it feels so nice to just be in a nice clean house again" you had thought, after been in hiding for so long after johns last mission. The target managed to find your house, yet didnt catch you due to your training your lover put you through. You know he means well, he didnt want to lose you.

As you listened to music over the speaker you werent able to hear the door unlock, not knowing who it was your guard was still down. You missed him, awfully. You'd do anything to see him again. Anything.

"Y/N? Is that you? " you heard muffled through the door. Guessing you knew it was john, it could only be him. If anyone knew of you god knows what would happen to them when he, john found out.

"Ah! Yes! In the bath" you giggled

So many thoughts rushes into his head when he heard about that, impatiently wanting, yearning to see you yet keeping his pace under control

You heard the door open only to see the blood covered man's face soften when he saw your body, your plush, squishy yet cute body.

"Don't just stare my love, you can get in.. If you want to!! I know you just came back"

"I'm gonna do more than just stare" he stated, immediately undressing and started to get in the bath with you. Just when you thought he was too tired for it he pulled you into a kiss, ah, how soft yet messy it was. He was such a good kisser you wanted it all over your body. So did he.

You felt something when you sat on his lap you already knew, but he couldn't forget about you, leaving you unattended barely knowing any details? How cruel! Gently snaking his hands around your leg lifting it up so he can see it. See all of you, for who you truly are, his lover.

"I missed you so, my dear. " he said pushing his finger into your wet slit trying to ease into you he kissed your cheek.

"Ah, I did t-to be careful please" you stuttered, only natural as how big his fingers were for such a well built man.

"Mmh, but what if i dont want to? I want to ravish you. I want you, only you. " he said while starting to pump his fingers in and out. Forgetting about the water as it nearly started to overflow.

"Mm so wet for me yes? Do you think you're ready? " whispered into your ear.

"I ugh I think"

"I wont stop until all of me is inside of you, you only deserve the best for being so patient. " with those words, you prepared yourself.

"More. Give me more John please, I need all of it" Who was he to deny? With those words he pounded into your sopping cunt, as you pulled him closer with your legs finally reaching your cervix. Sweet, yet bitter feeling as you scratched his back looking for something to grip onto. That only fueled him more to please every part of you until you forgave him for leaving so fast like that.

"Of course, my princess, only for you. I want to breed you. I want to see it flow out. Don't let a drop. Out okay? If you do ill have to push it all back in. " he said, nearly cumming another time, so sore, he was needing to finish soon. And he knew. He knew you had to too, legs already given out? How sad.

As your walls squeezed around him one last time he emptied all of him inside of you. Feeling his once hard cock, soften insidd you, you knew it was time to get out the bath.

"Mm~ John, its time to get outt" you softly said

"I know my love, just making sure it stays, I meant what I said. I want to breed you. And, if it doesn't take ill do it again. And again until it does." With that, your ears turned red.

AAAAAH I HOPE THIS IS GOOD ITS MY FIRST TIME WRITING 😢

#john wick #keanu reeves #john wick smut #jw4 #smut #im so down bad for john wick

[evren-sadwrn]

the fact that the high table would be DECIMATED if it was prime john wick they were facing

#john wick #this man is constantly BATTERED #he gets beat up by iosef and his squad after his wife dies #so he’s both in a BAD mental state and physical state #second movie he’s practically homeless #fucking SUSTAINS BURNS #hunts down a WHOLE MAFIA #AND THE FIRST AND SECOND MOVIES ARE BACK TO BACK #so ALREADY #iosef and santino were facing against john wick who is NOT doing well #just imagine prime john wick like goddamn #im talking NO mental health problem #NO fucked up bones #NO head injury and brain damage #and he gets ACTUAL food #if iosef fucked with john five years earlier #the entire criminal underworld would be in shambles #santino would be DEAD just tomorrow after gianna #hell he might not even MAKE IT to the continental if it was prime wick #and prime wick could have reached sacre coeur way earlier #mf would have loaded that gun and beat the marquis #like this is exactly WHY viggo is so scared of him #the other antagonists do not get it #because viggo knows what damage john wick could do in his prime

[that-sarcastic-writer]

Somebody please PLEASE tell me not to write some (marquis) Vincent de gramont spice. I DO NOT need to go down a bill skarsgard rabbit hole again. Somebody change my mind right now.

#i am down so bad for him rn #was rewatching john wick 4 and that accent😩 #THEM SUITS #his indifference towards violence #im so weak #i really want to write fir him cuz theres not enough #someone tell me not to pls #vincent de gramont #marquis de gramont #john wick chapter 4 #bill skarsgård

[pulptv]

⠀⠀𝗣𝗨𝗟𝗣𝘛𝘝₁₉₉₉ ) :⠀ CHRIST, LOOK WHO'S WANDERED IN ! thank you for applying cris. vanessa kirby as the owner of hotel calgarie is all yours. you have twenty four hours to send in an account and read over the checklist. get ready, new york is one hell of a city . . .

*  \̲\̲  vanessa kirby,  genderfluid +  she/them/occasionally him ] ⠀★ ,   no   way,   haven’t   you   ever   heard   of   katya michailov?   perhaps   you   know   them   best   as   aphrodite.  spotted   under   new   york's   city   lights,   i’ve   heard   they’re   a   hotel calgarie owner   that’s   protected   by   all,   spilled   blood   for   loyalty   is   thicker   than   water.   the   rumour   goes   that   the   thirty three years old   is   known   to   be   manipulative   and   extravagant,   yet   charming   and   intelligent.   it’s   pride   that’s   their   biggest   vice,   but   hey,   what   do   i   fuckin’   know?   their   favourite   song   on   the   job   is   killer queen   by   queen  and   are   never   seen   without   their family ring,   hard   to   believe   in   superstition   in   such   a   godless   city.   ask   the   right   people   and   they’ll   tell   you   that   they   remind   them   of:   the sound of heels clicking against sterile floors announcing their arrival, expensive perfume carefully applied so one would never forget their scent, blood stained white collars proudly displayed on sharp shirts with the buttons open / shiv roy (succession), Elizabeth sloane (miss sloane), lorraine broughton (atomic blonde). so   whatever   you   do,   and   may   vengeance   have   mercy   on   you,   do   not   fuck   with   them.    ⸻    cris,  26,  they/them,  gmt + 3.

#im so down bad CARNALLY #new rp #crime rp #semi appless rp #john wick rp #action rp #city rp #original rp #accepted.

[starofnyra]

I just wanted to make a decent dude dragonborn and oh no he's kinda hot

"Kill the firstborn of Akatosh that's literally called the World Eater, and end all war in Skyrim without setting the world on fire. One of those things is impossible, and I like our chances with the dragon."

Anyway... meet Anfortas Areyllion: gentleman rogue, or roguish gentleman? A dunmer from High Rock who's travelled across Tamriel in search of stronger foes, he's made a name for himself as an extremely proficient warrior, to the point that many factions, both shadowy and noble, have tried to court him into their side -- to no avail. It doesn't matter whether you're the world's worst enemy, a hero, or a god. So long as you're stronger than him, he's out to get you.

Because High Rock is all about "who you're born to" and not who you come to be, Anfortas has a special distaste for born talent or people in places purely for their bloodline. Which makes him being the Dragonborn so, so funny. He takes great pride in his hard-earned skills as a rogue and archer, things he wasn't good at in his clumsy younger days.

If I could mod it in, I'd give him a Belmont-style whip too.

Anfortas has no particular care for how things should be. If anything, the more enforced the order of things is, the more he's eager to defy it. A dunmer from the slums shouldn't be writing poetry, knitting sweaters, and reading up on Talos? Guess what he likes to do in his free time.

Sure, he has to earn money somehow. It's a good thing he's not opposed to clearing out bandit camps or necromancy temples every now and then. But really, could Tamriel come with a bigger challenge?

Alduin: proceeds to exist.

In my playthrough, he starts off a Thalmor prisoner -- our boy has been raising the hairs on the back of their necks lately. But with a little improvised lockpick and some backup from Kaidan, he made it out just fine. Fine enough, that he had no qualms picking up Taliesin, despite him being a Thalmor agent.

By Anfortas' reasoning, if two fugitives and a turncoat don't send the Thalmor running to them, then how else could he goad the Thalmor into a fight?

Well, maybe he should pick up the runaway prince in Solitude while he's at it.

Anfortas is always ready to mention how he killed legendary-beast-so-and-so or powerful-person-whatsit, with a roguish, monotone drawl and idle morbid glee. Want to learn the six slowest ways to kill someone with a toothpick? Need a refresher on Wayrest-style brawling with a side of improvised weaponry? He's your mer.

Just... don't ask about the scar. Not even the promise of a 1v1 with Akatosh could get that story out of him.

#skyrim oc #skyrim #dunmer #kaidan skyrim #skyrim taliesin #if you put trevor belmont and john wick's genetics in a lil dunmer edgelord... #in one hand i have my precious tragic noble paladin daughter nyra #in the other... playboy murderchild with granny hobbies #fun fact kaidan said “you look good in that” to anny way sooner than he did to nyra #so i guess kaidan is down tf bad for anny-boy #kaidan: i can fix him 🥺 #anny: i can make him worse :D #anny and tally have a platonic arc im thinking... the whole “screw what society laid out for us. fuck it we ball” solidarity is real #and idk i like the idea of them being sassy mer found family. tally gets a carefree lil shit of a younger bro to get him to have fun #anny gets a sassy goth and wise older bro to guide him #when i get to carys quest ill take scs with him too

[vthetease]

my favorite things

it's me birthday

so just incase anyone wanted to know some stuff about V

heres some random info about my life as well as some of my favorite things

i am a libra sun, aquarius moon, capricorn rising

i like dark chocolate more than any other; i have since i first got my period. i like gummy candy and starbursts but my favorite are the little cola bottle candies. i like tea and coffee sweet, but flavorful. i like energy drinks and slushees and wanted my first tattoo to be a cola-mtn dew slushee but it wasnt. i like waffles more than pancakes but would prefer a toaster strudel or muffin. i like apples and lemons and cinnamon and garlic and truffle and black cherries but not maraschino. i dont like onions or cilantro or swiss cheese. i dont like chili because something about the consistency of wet, tomato-ee hamburger makes me ill. i also can't drink hard liquor.

i like smells like thick cologne that lingers and juniper and spearmint and old houses and honeysuckle and the smells of the earth when it stops raining in the summer. i like the smell of other peoples laundry soap and coffee more than my own. i like eucalyptus and aloe and teakwood and dragons blood incense.

i like classic rock from my dad and 80s pop ballads from my mom and afi and lincoln park from my older sibling and 4*TOWN for my younger sibling. one of my earliest loves in music was Paramore, and hayley is an inspiration of mine. i like pop punk and the band ive seen the most is sleeping with sirens, 4 times now. i like hip hop and rnb and acapella and piano. i like music that makes me feel alive. anything from violin to screaming, i just like passion. i'm a very passionate person and always have been despite myself.

i sing and like singing in the car, while i shower, and cook. i am very loud but sometimes can do cool things. i like how singing makes me happy and helps me relate to other people and also my predecessors. i like how i feel connected to those before me through my voice. my first time singing in public was my 4th grade talent show. I sang The Only Exception by Paramore because my parents thought Almost Lover was too dramatic and adult for a 12 year old

i like old movies and i used to fall asleep to them at my grandparents and wake up to them at weekends at my dads apartment. i like musicals like ride the cyclone and drama like the fault in our stars and action like john wick and will always be down for a horror movie. i like get out and candyman and hereditary and black swan and blair witch and creep. i like the twilight zone and rod serling has a special place in my heart. i also like alex trebek from jeopardy, matthew grey gubler, penn badgely, andrew scott, evan peters, and my biggest current celeb crush is matt rife.

i like being alone in busy places. i like to talk to people but i also like to disappear to the other room during the party. im the girl you find sitting outside sometimes smoking, or on the balcony. i enjoy walking back into a concert midsong and seeing all the happy little people being happy. i like stepping away from chaos to appreciate it. i like driving on highways at night when its empty and im high. i like watching airplanes land. i like sleep and i sleep in a tank top and underwear but never socks. my dreams always take me back to this very similiar place every single night doing different tasks with different people. i might start calling it the twilight zone. i like to paint my emotions in my makeup and artwork. i have always felt very deeply and openly.

i like the moon and the stars and it is so fascinating to learn about the same beautiful big rock my ancestors saw. i feel drawn to white butterflies and birds and bumblebees and skinks ( they r tiny lizards). i like history and culture, but im really bad at math.

thats all i can come up with for now. if you have any questions let me know

thanks for reading about me, lmk if youre in love yet

valentine, 22 today <3

#non tickles #nontickle #vthetease #info dump #my birthday #libra birthday #birthday yay #birthday #libra #libra sun

[cryptic-michael]

im thinking about transmasc cowboy being feral and unhinged like..

"Whats in yer pants BOY!"

"A SUPRISE!!" (shoots them with a revolver they pulled out from their pants) "Makes an EXALLENT Addition!"

~~~~~~~~~~

"Is that your gun are you happen to see me~"

"It's my gun but I AM happy to see you again Missy!!"

~~~~~~~~~~

"I gotta use the john..."

"...okey.. go in the bushes..."

".......I GOTTA USE THE JOHN!"

"AND!??!"

"IT'S COMPLICATED!!!"

"JUST SQUAT?!!?"

"I DONT GOTAA GO THAT BAD!"

~~~~~~~~

"You ever regret being an outlaw handsome?"

"Yeah...sometimes..."

"Oh because you get all the ladies after you? Or wicked sheriff?"

"(sad) Something like that.."(it's having a cycle mid ride and paniced to fix that shit before it gets worse)

~~~~~~~~~~~

(Picks up a photo after snooping in their shit) "Whos the girl? Your sister or somethin'?"

"..yeah...somethin' like that..."

"You doing this all for her? the bank robbing and all that?"

"Yeah....doin' it for her..."

"she sick or soemthin'? In debt or??"

"Yeah they say she's sick....like real real sick...doctors don't wanna help her, but I heard about this doctor up in uhhh that new york place...gonan get lots of money to take her, get her fixed...the only doctor willin' to see her so I hear...some duch feller.."

"Mighty sweet of yeah to do such a thing for her.."

"yeah..."(Pushes cowbow hat down and hides their tears) "Yeah real nice of me, I gotta otherwise I don't think she'll make it past next year..."

#RANSMASC COWBOY TRANS COWBOY TRANS COWBOY UNHINGED COWBOY YES YES YES #THEY COMMIT CRIMES BUT ARE DUMB TOO YES YES YESSSS #i need to brush up my writign I NEED OT WRITE THIS #Trans Cowboy #trans #cowboy #yeehaw #little wesrenr thoughts

[eddiesghxst]

Hey babes id love to know your other favourite characters you like to read about!

Me personally i love eddie but i am a true steve Harrington girly And don’t even get me started on my pedro pascal obsession! Love him javier pena and joel miller (game and show) have a grip on me

But id love to know yours maybe i can write some headconnons for them too!

Lots of love ❤️ 🎸annon

OHHH GOSH LETS SEE

ofc we love king steve how could we not— steve, eddie, robin, nancy, hopper, the list goes on fren

i’ve always wanted to write for john wick bc that’s literally my favorite action series i love him so bad

im a hoe for peaky blinders and anything w my baby daddy cillian murphy🤞

ofc im a little marvel nerd so i can rock w literally anything marvel related u name it

I WENT DOWN A HEAVY RABBIT HOLE WITH TANGERINE FROM BULLET TRAIN AND HONESTLY I NEED THAT ERA TO COME BACK BC I WAS LIVINGGGG

i also dabbled a little bit w batman when the batman movie came out🤭 i never wrote for it but i think it would be fun to write for him or selina

and as for pedro, yall r gonna hate me but i never finished the last of us🫣 I DID WATCH GAME OF THRONES THO AND LET ME TELL U SOMETHING OBERYN ????!

LEGS WIDE OPEN AND BACK ARCHED, THAT MAN WAS STUPID FINE, rip king💔but i do want to get into narcos and finish the last of us, im just very bad at watching shows😭

ANYWAYS SORRY I KIND OF RAMBLED BUT FOR THE MOST PART IM VERY OPEN TO WHATEVER, I ALWAYS LOVE TO GET INTO SOMETHING NEW AND ID LOVE TO HEAR UR THOTS EITHER WAY!!

#🎸 anon #OOO AND OUTERBANKS TOO #YALL KNOW HOW I FEEL ABT RAFE FINE AHH🤭 #ask #rachie’s moots 🫧

[sheldoney]

GET TO KNOW ME

NAME?: Penny

PRONOUNS?: she/her and they and them are okay also.

PREFERENCE OF COMMUNICATION?: Tumblr IMs or you can ask for my discord

MOST ACTIVE MUSE(S)?: Sheldon (of course) Joker and Harley. I am going to be making a John Wick blog soon so stay tuned!

EXPERIENCE / HOW MANY YEARS?: I wrote some fanfiction (that I deleted lol) but I have only been on tumblr rp for ten months now.

BEST EXPERIENCE?: I love it here. I didn't think people would respond well to a Sheldon blog only because he gets so much hate on YouTube and other platforms but people have been so kind and welcoming. I love that!

RP PET PEEVES?: Overly large gifs just because it takes my computer AGES to load. But it's not really that bad.

FLUFF, ANGST, OR SMUT?: I'm down for whatever. Smut I prefer to know someone and have a good relationship with the mun before I write spicy interactions on any of my rp blogs.

PLOTS OR MEMES?: I am a fan of memes but plotting is good too!

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES?: I prefer lengthier replies with at least two to three paragraphs. Sometimes more than that when I get in a mood.

TIME TO WRITE?: Now that I cleaned my room up, my brain is willing to work with me so anytime really. But I need coffee. First.

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S)?: I identify with Sheldon in certain aspects because we are both on the spectrum but my other muses no. Although John Wick if someone killed my fucking dog I would have no qualms about unaliving them.

tagged by : @facepeeled tagging: whoever wants to do this!

#(penny speaks.)

[shiny-jr]

I fumkin love ur fic The Devil so much, love ur oc charlemagne and i gort SO down bad for him, very sadge to see that not a lot of people talkinf about him or the fic in general in tumblr but man that fic in quotev do have a gorilla grip on me that i would reread it back to back every saturday and sundays. Like, charlie is the blorbo from my yandere fic authors that i would want to chew up like a beloved dog toy, knead him like bread dough, let him rise and bake him at 400f for 15 minutes. Soak him with milk and suck the milk out like that one Webkinz toy and throw him against the wall to make a wet thud, wring him like a towel and clamp him down between my teeth and shake at breakneck speeds like those feral dogs , elbow bomb him like a WWE wrestler, put him in a meat grinder and make Charlemagne sausages,,, words alone cannot describe how much that man makes my brain go brr as in jackhammer obliterating tiled floors brr

It gives me some th0ts that wjat if tje mc somehow got into this groundhog type of situation and wakes up on the day where charlie would propose to her with expensive chunky ring. Id think after going thru all the shitstorm she would learn that "okay, maybe he is the greatest detective of all time, rivaling batman" and knows rhat if she drops everything and run, he is jusr going to find her and ruin everything again anyways

So she says yea sure go nuts, but there is that flavour of fear to whenever shes around him, im pretty sure anyone who is partially sentient can pick up on the vibe , especially charlie

Whenever he gives affection or gifts it woild be met with nervousness like mc is about to shit herself out of trembling so hard, but out of sheer fear and anger and hatred

Whenever he tries to ask what's wrong mc would simply dismiss his concerns and kinda gaslight him, saying he is crazy for thinking that something is wrong, the gaslighting done out of revenge and instinct to survive

I feel like that would be a mindfuck for him, i wonder if he would eventually just get used to it or he would smoke so much that he grows an extra pair of lungs cause the carcinogens mutated him so much that he went through rapid forced evolution

Of course, mc probably had to sacrifice her happiness with Elian and the pups, but i guess it should be temporary until charlie rests in pieces due to stress and confusion, but then the mc would also be in pieces from having her CPU on 100% everyday

Whoop another groundhog day event, mc just straight up murders him with the wine glass when she wakes up on the day he proposes to her again, unprompted, maybe even going all john wick and kill him with a pencil after sketching the final coat design

Also mans is lucky he is in the 70's, no doubt hes getting cancelled to hell if he is like in the 2020's

I can't tell if he would be the type to wear a hazmat or astronaut suit during the pandemic or he would brush the cheeky touch of the virus off as a mere cold, being anti vax and all

Makes me think about how he would react with social media and stuff, i kinda headcannon that he would obsessively read his comment section cause he loves feeling angy , but maybe he would simply not, cause as an influencer or celebrity, first rule is to never look at the comment section

Perhaps if you directly bring the 70's Charlie to modern days, he would go insane over social media and how much people talk about public figures

I also headcannon that a massive chunk of his regular business budget is allocated towards lawsuits too, cauae wirh all the stunts he is pulling publicly im pretty sure sometimes its just cheaper and more effective to pay the lawsuit than go on long shady battles wirh them, you know like how that "life hack" where you send a billionaire your wedding invitation and chances are they're going to give you gifts despite literally not knowing who you are? Yea that

I feel like if he is broight into modern modern times, his PR team would be working over time, crying, throwing up, shitting with all the crap he pulls. Everyone is bald from stress, everyone aged into an octogenarian and they have like a pager like surgeons where it alerts them whenever charlie does some silly shit and rhey have to do immediate damage control

Like he would spend hundreds of hours probably feeding the trolls and doxxing them too, nightmare for anyone on his marketing and PR team

But i might be wrong , he probably knows better and just ignores them

If he is 25 in like around 1974 (i assume thats when it takes place), he must be like 74 in 2023 and he would still slay the house down while battling arthritis and chronic bronchitis like yes hater king, go off 👏👏

Imagine though, 74 years old pulling stunts like how he did with mc in prosa, just need to pop a couple painkillers and go committing entering and breaking with their elderly walkers, maybe even with turbo wheelchairs

I feel like he would make his own Charlemagne brand electronics, and call it Charlemobile which comes built in with adware for his products only, like a popup ad keeps distracting you telling you to praise him and he would definitely 100% steal your information, like he is the only electronic manufacturer where you should read the terms and conditions word per word if you don't want to end up on craigslist one day

On the softer side, i feel like Charlie would prepare your medications when the both of you gets old and reminds you to eat it ❤️

Mc would try to sneak in a cyanide pill from time to time for his set of medications but have a sneaking suspicion that he might be immune to them cause of microdosing from years of assassination attempts

But lets muddle up the timeline again, i wonder like, will Charlie still kidnap mc even tho shes abstinent? Like no interest in dating other people, or interest in her dogs or interest in having children, she does her own NPC thing. But religiously rejects Charlie like muscle memory from clicking the "X" on a popup ad, will he still snap or will he just sees it as "oh well i can work with this"

Or like mc gets so spooked with all this groundhog day thing that she moves back in with the parents and refuses to budge, becomes a NEET,, will he still kidnap her ? Or kidnap her family in a twist of events

If they ever get married would he let mc see her family or is it a "god i fuckin hate my in laws , we are not going to the barbeque" type of deal?

I also keep thinking about the engagement announcement party near the end of the book, cause im a gal who has a really reactive bowel when nervous or uncomfortable or feeling strong emotions in general, i was thinking what if during the entire thing mc is stuck in the toilet and missed everything , including Elian and Charlie's top 5 freakouts of all time, so while you nuked the toilet, charlie nukes the whole place down. That would be funny i think

But yeah literally if i were in the story i would spend a great deal of time jailed to a toilet, i would literally miss every show of his because out of anger shits, i feel that would make him smoke a couple extra cigarettes that day and maybe even cry because it is force of nature, he cant conquer nature

Or can he? 👀

I feel like if this happens in the 1920's Charlie would consider lobotomizing mc but im glad its in the 70's

Do u think he would binge watch trashy TV reality shows and clutch his pearls whenever drama happens

Wow this is a long waffle, thanks for reading and until then, i shall be painfully yearning for more Charlemagne content

- Charlemagne Simp Anon (can i claim this anon pls)

Holy shit. Okay. When I saw how long this ask was, my eyes went wide like. My dude, this is a whole essay. I gotta put it under a special tag because I think this is the longest ask I've ever gotten and there's a lot of funny stuff from this. It's so wild to me that you would reread it so often?? That whole first paragraph really just shocked me.

These are a lot of thoughts you bring. A lot. Most I'm not even sure how to react to or how to respond. The part about his age though got me, because I know for a fact that Charlemagne would still be pulling crazy stunts at that age, like crashing the biggest fashion galas despite being on the ban list specifically because he's caused scenes in the past. Also, he would 100% watch horrible reality tv shows and clutch his pearls.

Unfortunately, I don't plan to make any Charlemagne content for the future, unless I had this groundbreaking idea and I see that The Devil reaches another milestone.

#shiny speaks #shiny meme #charlemagne simp anon #my oc #own story

[ashes-writing]

s u r p r i s e s | supernatural ; s.winchester

** all images made by me. prompt credits go to the makers of the lists I used which can be found[ here ] [here] [ here ] [ here ] [ here ] [ here ] [ here ] [here] [here]and [here] - a huge thanks to all the wicked talented creators of these prompt lists. **

𝚍𝚊𝚢 𝚜𝚒𝚡𝚝𝚎𝚎𝚗 - 𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚡𝚙𝚎𝚌𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚐𝚞𝚎𝚜𝚝𝚜

↪ summary

--- you meet Sam Winchester in an airport, hit it off and proceed to spend the night together at a local bed and breakfast but it doesn't quite end there... [ this could become a fic in the future.. only if enough people wanted to see more tbh. ]

↪ pairing / fandom

--- female!reader x Sam Winchester - Supernatural.

↪ warnings

--- mentions of alcohol, one night stand is eluded to here, swearing, there's a chance I'm rusty on writing Dean so sorry in advance, potentially highly characterized Singer!female reader with female parts, flirting and innuendo and that awkward moment when you realize how small the world really is. Also, if I do anything else with this, there is only loose canon compliance, jsyk. that also applies here, this is not set in any certain season, Jess didn't die they broke up instead and Sam 'wants' to get back into the family business here.

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Sam almost feels relieved when the announcement plays over the airport intercom. Immediately following this, he feels immense guilt. It’s not that he doesn’t miss his brother and his father, it’s just that he’s reluctant to go home for the holidays. There’s just always so much tension there and it’s hard to be around them both when Sam feels like they blame him for the death of his mother to an extent. Or that you feel like you’re better than them, the thought comes and Sam shoves it down because he can even hear Dean’s voice saying it in his head when it just simply isn’t the case.

No matter how many times Sam tries to tell his father and brother that he doesn’t think he’s better than they are, he still feels like maybe Dean really believes he does. It’s the source of a lot of their fights over the phone.

And all he wants to do right now is just be numb for a while. The breakup with Jess was hard but it was necessary. They wanted different things. It goes without saying, Sam is hurting really bad.

A soft as velvet voice nearby catches his attention and he finds himself staring at you for a few seconds as you pace the lobby of the terminal. You’re twirling a strand of hair around your finger and laughing while you roll your eyes. On the other end of the line, your mother is talking a mile a minute. She’s excited because she’s reunited with your birth father, Bobby and she wants the two of you to play house and get to know each other over the holiday break. You, on the other hand, well.. You’re not sure what to make of it. And you really didn’t want to intrude on your mom’s honeymoon phase with the man.

“Sweetie, if you need your father and his friend John to come and get you..”

“Mom, no. Absolutely not. I’m fiiiine, alright? I’ve got my butterfly knife, I’ve got mace and I’ve got a new taser on my keychain. Plus, someone shoved me into every self defense class they could find when I was a kid.”

“And you’re better off for it, sweetie. The world is a crazy place. At least you’re not dependent on anyone to fight your battles for you.” your mom points out. You laugh softly and fall down into a hard plastic chair in the waiting area and you sigh as you see the harsh temperatures flash on the screen overhead. “Jesus christ, how does the guy live in a frozen Arctic hell, ma?” you question.

“His cabin is nice, honey. It’s out in the woods. Peaceful.” your mother sighs. She sounds happier than you’ve heard her sound in years. “I just can’t wait for you to finally meet each other. Hurry up already.”

“Okay, mom. Alright. Jesus. Look, I just think maybe you should have this conversation with Old Man Winter and not me. I love you. I gotta go up and see what flight they just announced, okay? I’ll see you guys soon, one way or another.”

“No driving!”

“Moooom, jesus.” you laugh as you hang up the phone and shove it back down into the pocket of your heavy fake  fur trimmed peacoat. Maybe the thin slip sundress beneath was a bad choice in light of the weather you landed in the midst of, but it was fine for the weather where you flew in from. Naturally, it’s November and it’s a balmy 70 degrees in Louisiana.

You shoulder your backpack of clothes and you start to turn and this puts you body to body with an actual giant.

A sexy giant, not that you’d ever say it out loud or anything.

He gives you a little grin and the two of you attempt an awkward apology as you try to navigate each other, only to wind up in each other’s space all over again.

“Sorry!”

“I swear I’m not doing this to cop a feel, this place is just..” Sam trails off as he looks down at you and you nod, agreeing quietly, “Way too fucking crowded and loud.”

“They cancelled all the flights, if that’s what you were going to ask.” Sam calls out to you as you start to walk away. You give him a thumbs up as you turn back.

You’re alone in a strange airport and honestly, there’s been more than one or two creepy people lingering around that you’ve noticed. Maybe this has everything to do with why you walk over to him and tap his shoulder.

Sam turns around, this puts him body to body with you all over again. You smell like caramel and vanilla, it’s a heavy scent that bursts in the air around you and has his mouth watering a little. He smells like pine, something clean and earthy that comforts you almost instantly because you can feel your body unclench itself. Before you stop yourself, you’ve stepped even closer and you tilt your head to the side just a little, enough to look up at him and smile as you nod to the food court nearby. “I’m starving and I don’t wanna eat alone..  Wanna grab a bite with me?”

Sam’s hand raises, tangling in shaggy hair. “Sure.”

The two of you fall into what has to be the easiest conversation you’ve ever had as you make your way across the crowded airport. He tells you that he was planning to go to South Dakota because apparently, that’s where his father and his older brother happen to be for the holiday. When he tells you they’re on a hunting trip, you have this random memory pop into your head and it’s a memory you now know is a lie, it had to be a lie, but it’s similar somehow and it’s strange.

“Yeah, when my uh.. When my dad broke it off with my mom, he went on a hunting trip too. Never came back.” -as soon as the words leave your mouth you want to kick yourself. Sam is apologetic but you shrug and reassure him that you’re totally fine, “It’s not like it’s a big deal and apparently, it wasn’t like… heart breaking for her because they’ve gotten back together recently? And they’re somewhere in the middle of nowhere in South Dakota too. I was going to spend Thanksgiving with them while film school is on break.”

“You go to film school?” Sam asks, grinning. You laugh and nod. “Yeah, I’m in the program at LSU.. My dream is to be an indie horror film director or like… make documentaries.”

It’s not exactly the truth, but it’s not entirely a lie either. You really want to make documentaries about your paranormal investigations and the cold cases you’ve grown up so fascinated by. It was either film school or Forensic science and law enforcement,  and somehow, you felt like your mother would be more ‘okay’ with you choosing film school. Honestly, you prefer it.

“Hey, wait… you have a podcast, right? America the Spooky? I knew I recognized your voice!” Sam seems triumphant and you laugh softly. You nod as you grin up at him. You’re honestly a little shocked that anyone listens to your podcast, let alone someone like him.

Someone who seems to be well-adjusted and have normal interests. From the looks of the guy, he’s got pre-med or law major written all over him with the plaid shirt and the nice jeans, the North Face pullover.

“You’re pre-med or law… Tell me I’m wrong.”

Sam chuckles. “Law school. I wanna be a defense attorney or a prosecutor.”

You pump a fist.

Sam pulls out the chair at the table you’ve chosen to sit at and eat your meal. You flash him a playful grin. “Prettyboy law student and he has manners? Why.. Be still my beatin heart.” you let the fading southern accent come out a little heavy and Sam chuckles. “Where are you from?”

“Guess!”

“Uh..” Sam rubs his chin thoughtfully as you pore over the menu in front of you and wait. When he guesses, it surprises you just how close he is to the truth.

“New Orleans?”

“Actually, it’s Shreveport. But you got the state, how?”

“The uh.. The accent. But it’s cute!” Sam laughs.

A plump older woman makes her way over, taking a pen from the bun in her hair as she takes out her notepad. Your eyes dart around the crowded restaurant and you know you’re safe, but your mother’s endless warnings and the constant preaching you got as a kid to be aware of your surroundings at all times is at play and it can’t be helped.

“Lookin for someone?” Sam asks.

“Huh?” you laugh softly and shake your head, “No, my mom, uh.. She raised me to be hypervigilant and like.. Lately, weird things have been happening?”

“The apartment… Right?”

“Yeah! You heard that episode? I actually did take an EMF while I was filming. Got some feedback on the ghostbox too. Picked up some pretty interesting stuff. But it’s an old building, I mean, c’mon..” you dismiss it even though you can still hear the voice recording you picked up during the session and it still chills you to the bone.

The whole experience is probably the only reason you’re seriously debating on just finishing your semester online because you’re too afraid to go back. 

“The weird things.. They only happen there, right?” Sam questions. He’s debating on whether or not to text Dean, then he stops and thinks about it. Dean will probably laugh it off or dismiss it because it’s not a cryptid or something more mysterious or out of the ordinary.

You nod. “Yeah… I mean, aside from feeling like I’m being watched, but I mean, that’s my whole life, honestly?”

Sam cringes a little. You laugh softly and shake your head. “I guess my mom’s paranoia did rub off on me?”

Sam knits his brows. “Paranoia?”

“When I say my childhood was interesting.. Just take my word for it.”

“Ah. Yeah, I get it. Trust me, I get it.”

And one look into golden brown eyes tells you that he definitely gets it.

When you’re talking about your mother, all Sam can think is that he definitely knows how you feel, being raised by a hunter was… Quite the experience.

And not all of it was good, either.

,, but he was helping people… even if the people he should have been trying harder to help were with him the whole time. Look at what Dean’s doing now, man.”

He shoves the thought out of his head as the waitress returns, sitting your plates down in front of you both. You close your eyes and bow your head. Sam thinks it’s cute and out of respect, he does the same. After a few seconds of silence, you’re both digging into your food.

“There’s a bed and breakfast near here. They have one room left.”

It makes you both laugh when you say it at the same time. You swallow hard and stare at him a second or two. “We could share the room.. I mean, it’s not like you’re a stranger now, right?” you smile a little.

You have the sweetest smile he’s ever seen in his life and the instant the thought comes, Sam is flooded with guilt. Because he’s just ended things with Jessica, a girl he loved. A girl he still loves, despite the issues and the incompatibility.

,, but you’ve hinted at things you were never comfortable talking to her about in the first place, man. Stop and think about it.” the thought comes and Sam mulls it over. When he opens his mouth he’ll swear it was to suggest the Motel 6 off the interstate that he’s been reading Yelp reviews for for ten minutes, but instead, he’s agreeing to share the room at the little bed and breakfast.

–

“Everything okay, Lenore?”

The question draws her out of her thoughts. She rubs her forehead and laughs softly, gazing up over her shoulder at Bobby Singer, who is standing behind her chair. She nods.

“Our daughter is stuck in an airport in North Dakota tonight. She said she’s gonna get a room for the night and try to rent a car tomorrow.”

“Nonsense.. Dean, you’ll go get her, you’re already going that way to pick up Sam…” John smiles. “It’s better to let a seasoned driver handle it, Len. The roads can be treacherous.”

Dean glances from his father to Bobby and shrugs, shoveling mashed potatoes into his mouth. “Still say Sam’s not gonna show.”

“I don’t want to be any trouble, my girl will be fine..” Lenore tries to insist but Dean grins. “Nonsense, it’s fine.”

The brunette seems to relax a lot more when Dean reassures her that he’ll be fine with picking up both her daughter and Sam in North Dakota. ,, If Sam even bothered to come.” the thought comes and it’s bitter and for just a split second, Dean feels guilty.

It’s not like Sam abandoned them completely, he’s usually on the first flight out at any hint that he’s needed.

But the last time he came back, he wasn’t happy about it. Something about a girl and exams and maybe deep down, Dean was more than a little envious.

Dean finishes eating and stands, taking his plate into the kitchen to wash it. “Meatloaf was damn good, Lenore!” he calls out to her as he’s finished washing his plate and he’s pocketing his keys.

“Where are you heading, son?”

“Gonna get a jump on the drive. Might clear my head and help me figure out where we’re heading next, old man.” Dean is vague but as usual, John doesn’t seem to mind. He chuckles and nods. “Call me if you run into anything weird.”

“Gotcha.”

The door to the cabin slams behind Dean and the topic of conversation at the table turns to the podcast Lenore’s daughter hosts. The apartment building she lives in off campus near LSU and how it’s supposedly haunted, so this gave her daughter the not-so brilliant idea to host a live on Halloween and how ever since, her daughter has seemed… A little off somehow.

“She’s always been into this kind of stuff. She thinks I don’t know the real reason she chose Film school over Forensic science. Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad she didn’t wanna go down the law enforcement path because that’s dangerous in and of itself because I know my girl and I know she wouldn’t have been happy with just doing Forensics and she’d have wound up working at the Behavorial Analysis Unit or over at  Quantico but.. Some of these places she picks to investigate are dangerous.”

“And we’re gonna talk to her about it when she gets here, hon, I promise.” Bobby is trying to ease Lenore’s mind and she nods. “She’s so headstrong though.”

“Yeah, well. I’m stubborn too. That episode she did where she went into the condemned house in Little Rock scared me shitless, woman.”

“What happened, Bobby?” John asks.

“The damn porch was about t’ fall in as she walked in. She just waltzed her little ass right inside, too. And we both know that stuff can attach itself to a person, John.. I just don’t want her putting herself in danger, man.”

“I get it, man.”

–

You’re at that stage of tipsy where you’re giggling and you can’t stop. Sam is sitting on the bed across the room and for the better part of an hour, you’ve been passing a bottle of tequila back and forth as Sam tells you about law school and how hard it all is, the breakup with his girlfriend Jess and his mixed feelings at going back to spend the holidays while helping his father and brother out with some hunt they’re doing.

“Yeah, well.. Try bein’ me. All I’m gonna hear is, “Oh honey, there’s this boy, he’s the grandson of the deacon down at my church..” you giggle as you wipe the back of your hand across your mouth and go silent. “The last guy she tried to set me up with so I’d ‘settle my ass down and stop worrying her to death’ to quote her… He was already seeing somebody!”

“At least your mom meddles, though.”

“Too much!” you’re laughing and you snort. Sam falls over on the bed laughing too and you pout. “She’d eat you up. Have you off tasting wedding cakes and everythin’ before we even have a proper first date.”

Sam sits up and stretches, reaching out for the bottle. He takes a healthy swig and as he’s doing it, he’s staring right at you. “She would, huh?”

“Mhm!”

The conversation has now gotten a little loaded, much like both you and Sam are at present. So you need to change the subject, but first you need to stop staring because his eyes are so distracting and you can’t seem to stop.

“What are you thankful for?”

Sam mulls over the question you’ve asked. “All night liquor stores. Turkey microwave meals, I guess.” he’s laughing when he says it, but he’s thinking about all the ‘family dinners’ on the holidays that seemed to follow that exact pattern and he’s realizing that maybe he misses his dad and his brother. And he really does wish he was closer.

And deep down, he knows already.. Law school was his dream but it’s turning out to be something he doesn’t really want. He’s gotten a glimpse of how broken the system is during a recent case he was allowed to shadow a local prosecutor in. Everyone is crooked. They’re out for themselves.

The victim’s family will never have their closure because the man who murdered their son is walking free and this is just eating him up inside.

You can feel the mood getting heavy. You take the bottle back and you move to sit on the same bed Sam is sitting on as you take a few long sips from the bottle. “I’m.. I’m thankful for gray sweatpants season.”

You want to die when the words come out because of course, Sam happens to be wearing said sweatpants and it’s your drunk and clumsy way of flirting a little because the tequila has obliterated all of your inhibition.

Sam is oblivious. He realizes what you were hinting about and he laughs too.

“Okay, fine. I’m thankful for Thanksgiving Clapback Season. Gives me one day where I can just be a… A smartass.” Sam hiccups and takes the bottle back from you as he goes on to add, “I’m t-thankful for short little sundresses. Y-you have to be f-freezing.”

“I’m just a l-little cold.” you giggle, holding up your fingers to indicate how cold you are.

And then you’re staring at each other. When Sam leans in closer and raises a hand to smooth your bangs back out of your eyes, your breath hangs in your throat. You’re leaning in too and you raise your thumb, resting it against his bottom lip. Your other hand raises and it catches in thick and shaggy hair. Before you can stop yourself, you’ve moved to seat yourself in his lap, legs around his waist.

“Hey Sam?”

“Yeah?” Sam’s voice comes out huskier, foreign to his own ears and he chuckles about it to himself. “What’s up?”

“Ever just l-like.. Done anything completely out o-of c-character?”

“Like w-what?”

“S-sharing a bed in a bed and breakfast in the m-middle of n-nowhere with a girl y-you met in an a-airport lobby?”

“I h-haven’t but.. I k-kind of w-want to.”

His lips graze against yours and the contrast, rough against soft, the taste of the turkey you’d both eaten a few hours prior, the smell of his cologne, all of it is almost overwhelming for you as you drag your tongue over the outline of his mouth and melt into him, breathing it all in. The kiss deepens and your nails dig down into the shoulder of the red,green and blue plaid shirt he’s wearing. Your heavy pea coat falls away, settling with a quiet rustle on the floor of the room.

And then you’re on your back and Sam is pressing himself down into you as you cling to him, a needy whine escaping your lips. During all of this, his cell phone is ringing and ringing but for the time being, Sam Winchester isn’t in a hurry to answer the call.

Sam’s eyes catch on the antique necklace you’re wearing and he hooks a finger into it, dragging the tip of that finger over your collarbones and making you shiver beneath him…

—

It’s foggy and gray the next morning. You both wake up with a pounding head, bodies tangled together. The ringing of your cell phones is what has both of you sitting up in the bed and rubbing your eyes as you both yawn at the same time. Sam leans in to give you a sweet little peck on the lips before grabbing his phone and stepping out into the hallway and as you reach for your phone, the thought crosses your mind that last night may have been just one night and right now, he’s probably out in the hallway talking to someone he left behind at school.

You make your way over to the windows and peer out, grimacing as you try to will the hangover away. Your mother is talking a mile a minute. The door to the room closes softly and Sam presses against you from behind.

“Sweetie, did y’ hear me? Your father’s sendin the son of his old huntin buddy to pick you up. His old huntin buddy doesn’t think it’s safe, you drivin all the way up here, not with the roads and all. You’re not used to the snow.”

“Mom, no.”

“Sweetie, just do this for me, please?”

“Okay, alright. Fiiine.” you mumble, rubbing your forehead.

“Okay, where’s this bed and breakfast again, Sammy?”

“It’s about ten minutes from the airport, Dean.” Sam answers his brother. “I shared a room with a girl I met in the lobby..”

Dean chuckles. “That why you sound like hell right now, man? How’d that go, hm?”

“Dean!”

“Oh come on, man.”

“Can you wait outside for Dean? He’ll be there in ten minutes.”

You’ve just heard Sam call his brother Dean but you put it off to coincidence. Sam hears your mother mention the name Dean but he puts it off to coincidence. After your calls have ended, you both rush to shower and get dressed in warmer clothes before heading downstairs to turn in your room key and wait.

“My brother, he’s uh.. On his way.”

“Yeah, my father’s apparently sending some guy a buddy of his knows to pick me up… So… About last night…” you’re fidgeting and Sam laughs, slipping an arm around you. “It was fun.”

You nod and smile. “I won’t forget it.”

“Me either.”

The Impala pulls to a slow stop and as soon as Dean picks up on what’s happened, he has to spend at least five minutes collecting himself before he gets out of the car, because he can’t stop laughing about it.

“Bobby is either gonna be real angry or he’ll be okay with it. This is like one of those soap operas, man.” Dean finally pulls himself together.

→ Dean is there, sweetie. Look for black Impala.

← You gettin in anytime before Christmas, Sammy? I’m waitin, man.”

You and Sam share a look.

“My ride’s here.”

“That’s my brother.” Sam nods to the Impala you’ve just been told by your mother belongs to the son of your father’s hunting buddy.

Your jaw drops.

“What’s wrong?”

You drag your hand through your hair and laugh softly as you hold out your phone to Sam.

“Wait.. You’re.. What’s your last name?” Sam asks, laughing at himself because last night happened so fast that somehow, neither of you even stopped to think one time that maybe it’d be a good idea to get each other’s names.

“Singer? What’s yours?”

“Winchester.”

“Wait.. Is John.. Is he your dad? Because that’s my father’s hunting buddy. He’s supposedly spending the holidays up at Bobby’s cabin now, I guess they’re gonna go on a huntin trip after my ma spends all day cookin for this ‘family’ Thanksgiving she’s determined to have?”

Sam nods. And he doesn’t tell you what exactly they’re really looking for.

Because you’re open minded, but somehow, he’s not entirely sure that hearing him confirm there are things out there that the average human just isn’t aware of will be taken well.

Sometimes, he wishes he could forget that humans aren’t the only species in existence. Or that ghosts are real and so are demons and right now, Heaven and Hell are fighting an ongoing war and using Earth and the human race as bargaining chips to an extent. Because honestly, he’s lived in it his whole life and sometimes, even he still can’t wrap his head around it.

“Yeah.. Dean.. is that who is supposed to pick you up? My brother’s name is Dean.”

“Mhm. In that Impala.” you nod towards the idling black car.

“This is going to be a fun ride, I guess?” you both double over laughing as you pick up your bags and start to make your way over to the car to get inside.

#sam winchester #sam winchester fanfiction #sam winchester imagine #sam winchester x fem!reader #sam winchester x fem!reader imagine #sam winchester x fem!reader fanfiction #<- safe for everyone. a general tag for all my safe to read works. just abide by all warnings above. #-> heavily characterized female reader ; female parts + she's Bobby's daughter #<- fall into fall 2022 writing

[evren-sadwrn]

another rant about the marquis de gramont(i love him!)

For now we can consider John Wick Chapter 4 as the last movie before the fifth one that Chad Stahelski has been teasing about.

So the Marquis again. He’s such an interesting character to me from many angles from a writing perspective or from an attraction perspective. And considering John Wick 4 is the “last” installment of the series, I’d like to take this as a moment to really appreciate his character and how good he is in contrast to John.

Out of all villains I think the Marquis is just truly the embodiment of the word antagonist, because he manages to contrast John out of all of the antagonists we’ve seen so far. (Characters I am talking about: Iosef, Viggo, Perkins, Santino, Ares, Cassian, and even Caine) I think he is such a perfect antagonist to have helped ended John Wick’s run despite not really managing to win himself(ahem pyrrhic victory?) because of how he was written and how Bill Skarsgård managed to portray him in the movie.

A common trope amongst the big bads of the series or the people that kickstart John Wick into a frenzy is that they do not fight back against John and frankly never even use a weapon. Sure, Iosef and Santino have tried shooting John themselves but they become too scared. The Adjudicator never even once considered holding a weapon and Vincent only uses a total of two weapons(gun and a blade) and actually uses them yet does not manage to use either on Wick.

John’s strength lies in hand-to-hand combat. And the Marquis?

— John Wicki

Vincent’s skill is literally networking, which means his strength lies in manipulation and talking rather than John’s physicality and his skills in combat considering it’s pretty much implied in the movie that Vincent does not know how to fight or just sucks at it in general.

Vincent to me is such a fascinating character on how much he contrasts John Wick, even down to the wardrobe. As to how John is constantly always in black and rarely has a wardrobe change— the Marquis has a total of six distinct suits throughout all his scenes each one more distinctly different than the last.

Truly such an amazing antagonist to help round off the series<3

pls did u enjoy my yapping im delirious

#john wick #john wick 4 #marquis de gramont #marquis vincent de gramont #bill skarsgård #character essay #character study #🪐evrenwrites

[liz-allyn]

Omg im so sorry i Hope i didn’t intrude and I pray that things are ok now

It seems I’ll need to drum up more fluffy head canons because Damn ma’am I pretty sure I must have violated the spider gods for you to rain such angst down on me after such a soft chapter damn it nearly killed me to see John show her those pictures I guessed it would be the first things he would show her you told me there would be blood during the eventual confrontation between him and Peter and I’m gonna hold on to that so as to keep my sanity to try and not materialise into the story so I can put a boot to johns ass myself I really really am worried about what the fuck has he placed between her thighs some sort of tracking device ??!!!? Idk but I’m worried also a little muddled about what happened with the car did ? Did Peter make it explode ? Fisks doing ? Johns ? I hope we find out soon if anyone comes after my babies aka miles of Bella I’m gonna be John wick on their ass through some teleportation that’s all we need them all there for my fluffy family ending and no one is going to ruin that

What actually Made me tear up tho is Peters reaction to honey when the car went up in flames took right back to him holding Gwen under the clock tower for me ahhh 😱 speaking of what !!! Peter might have killed Gwen is that what this was the venom inside him getting unhinged and splitting people in half and making cars explode

also the ending of the chapter is so ominous my god chills everywhere my whole body

🌌

Thank you dear!

(Spoilers for sugar and vice part 15 under the cut)

Yes, that chapter was intense! It was painful to write, too. I’ve always said that my goal is to bring you down low, break these characters down deep, but then however low they are, I always want them to come back high.

I love how much we hate my John Walker. I actually feel a bit bad sometimes because Wyatt Russell is a pretty good actor and I think he got to face some shitty fandom nerds when TFATWS came out, and as a creator I hate adding to that. But it’s too perfect. As an actor, he’s so talented. His role in Under the Banner of Heaven was terrifying and I feel like it informed a ton of my characterization of this John Walker.

If I’m gonna make a villain, it can’t be some bullshit throw away bad guy. I want you to hate my villain more than the characters do, so that you can triumph when the bad guys lose. Because they always lose.

So for clarity, because I choose vague language carefully in the bathroom scene, but John has Honey’s burner phone on him. When he says “you left this,” he’s handing it back to her, warning her not to ignore him and that he can get to her even when she thinks she’s safe (how did he get her phone out of her bedroom at the penthouse?) So that’s what he shoves in her underwear.

(In chapter 10, Honey is wearing a dress to meet the Pyms, and her favorite feature is that it has pockets. The better to hide that phone on her person and perhaps secretly record conversations.)

Also the car was rigged to explode via a bomb. Interesting how that valet got out of there quick, huh?

Thank you for reading and I’m so glad you liked it!

#💬 sugar and vice #spoilers for pt 15

[the-average-procrastinator]

Back by popular demand, I'm going to do a giant post to try something new

I'm sorry bibi but I cannot skip Frank Castle

DD S2 E1:

Oh no, also realized Matt could listen in to whatever I'm vibing to on my headphones and I don't like that

Matt you are trashing their prepping tables, I'd also stomp a robber for that

Look man, fighting DD in a church is a bad idea it's gonna make him more moody

Him smilin' :) (Not sure I love this new format I'm using I feel more insane for some reason)

So Foggy has moved on from lawyer lady... Oh, poor Foggy lol

I love their friendship so much

Matt Murdock, were you unaware you were bleeding??? Insane

They have clients now??? Progress!! Growth!

The positive attitude is great Matt, and I love the generous spirit, but you do need to make some money if you want to keep helping people

Puppy :( I'm calling John Wick >:(

Ah, lads, the Irish are at it again

Who's interrupting the meeting? 👀

Good news everyone! There's no more drug problems in Hell's Kitchen!

Smooth, Matt.... real smooth

hmmmmm don't like shady fast heartbeat guy

Aw, they're making a name for themselves as lawyers :)

Oh that ended fast never mind

look, seems to me "whoever" is doing this is cleaning up the city ... im just sayin

Ah, Irish guy is alive... for now

Karen is good at making up backstories

Look dude, Karen's killed a man, she's probably the best bet you've got ...which still probably isn't that good

*tosses dudes car keys in the bay* Petty Matt is wonderful

Foggy.... Foggy what are you doing...

Foggy you are a good, obviously gentle boy, you do not belong in this bar

IF YOU TOUCH ONE HAIR ON FOGGY'S HEAD I SWEAR

I hate meat processing plants as sets ....it's always just so gross and ominous, which I'm sure is the point but

EWEWEWEWEWWW THIS IS WHY

NOOOOO pulling someone off a hook fdsafdjska

FOGGY GO

Foggy now isn't the time for correcting colleges

"Not they. Him. It's one man." OHH

HE"S HERE

He's missing.... on purpose....

He just knocks Matt down and leaves like...

HEY YOU CANT SHOOT MATT NO

#tiff watches #dd #trying something different

[peacesmith]

how did universal go 😁 -✨anon

it was… interesting and alright to say the least

i had fun for the first half, but then it kind of went downhill

a lot of stuff happened (especially drama) that ended up leaving me alone for some time or split up with one or two people, it ended up ruining it for me

especially with a bunch of people crying and i had no clue what to do (me when low empathy)

and we got rained on so that’s fun

uh let me not bring you down with all that, the first half was fun! i got on the spiderman ride twice! because im a grown ass man who gets scared on rollercoasters

okay well not all rollercoasters, they cant go too high and no loops, but holy shit that doom ride was scary

i loved the marvel place, i ate at the captain america place, had chicken tenders 😋 was gonna eat at the fantastic 4 place but told it was bad so i didn’t

i forgot to get a souvenir, but my girlfriend got me a spiderman keychain, i really wanted to get her the world’s greatest wife/girlfriend trophy from the Men in Black place, but my wallet and stuff was in the lockers and it was raining so

transformers ride was ALSO amazing, went on it twice

i got on a lot of rides in the dr suess land and marvel

and i barely got to see the jurassic park place, but from what i saw it looked cool (i kinda got pushed around and nobody wanted to go there)

i ate fudge for the first time, didn’t finish but hey i spent 22 damn dollars on it

also that spinny thingy at the marvel place made me feel like i was on shrooms and i loved every bit of it

i wanted to eat at mel’s dine in but they were closed, i went home pissy all night because i didn’t eat dinner, so i had a burger for breakfast at home (thanks girlfriend)

i actually mostly ate, although my friends and stuff were telling me to hold my damn horses (SO close to getting a spiderman mug and cup, but then my friend had to go take her meds, which caused us to leave the store)

a lot more stuff happened, but honestly, it wasn’t the worst thing. although next time i know WHO to go with and what to expect next time, 6/10, could’ve been better though for my first time

i went home in my john wick era, emo

#sparkle anon #ask #sorry i didnt have as much fun as you would’ve thought #also i took a long ass nap cause i only slept 3 hours

[sugarsheeps]

I had a dream that i became ladybug from miraculous ladybug, and i had chat noir at my side. We were really good at fighting together, and we were even super adept at switching quickly between forms with nothing slowing us down. Im scared of heights though, so when we had to jump out of a building to get away from some really bad people, i had to inch my way down via debris really slowly while chat was at the bottom waiting for me.

One of our arch enemies was revived and i didnt really want to deal with him, so i changed to my civilian form and blended in with the people running away. I ran into a long time friend who looked like the pigeon guy from john wick. He told me he made a pink fur hat for me, i just needed to go retrieve it from the top floor of his apartment. The elevator was broken and i had to fight a bunch of dancing marilyn mansons or jump down 20 flights of stairs to get out. I woke up instead.

#actually a seer #ramblings