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Dark Blue Moon and the Suffering Sun Chapter 13

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MASTAPOST

The reality hit Maddie like a truck, once they’d ferried the kids home, and returned to Fentonworks. Bruce Wayne had excused himself, and went back to his hotel after bidding farewell to them.

That left her and Jack alone on the couch. Jazz was upstairs, probably studying psychology and sciences, on her way to be a genius just like her family.

Just like Danny.

Tears wracked Madeline. Jack was openly sobbing at the couch. Not the silly way he would sometimes cry at small things that he would get over quickly. Maddie could feel the bone-deep anger and grief seeping through her and her husband.

She needed to tell Jazz. Tell her what had happened. But she dreaded the thought of talking to her daughter in this state. It wouldn’t do to give her the news and then break down underneath Jazz’s feet.

That thought didn’t do much to stem the tide. Maddie idly reached for the tea, cold from where they’d left it in the afternoon. The realization that this was happening again, again in the family, rocked her to her bones. Maddie’s mind conjured up images of blood over wooden floors, and red hair spilling out and covering still, dead eyes. Claw marks over a bruised throat.

She had trusted Danny. Loved him more than anything. What mother couldn’t trust their child? That sweet boy whose eyes sparkled with kindness and who jumped up and down on dreams of seeing the stars. His kindness meant he gave anything a chance. She had thought she’d lost him. She had raged and tore through everything and everyone and suddenly, through no result of her actions, he came.

And now he was gone again. Taken, just like her great-great-grandpappy. Just like so many others across the world. Just like Alicia’s son. Never to be seen again.

There had to be a way, an answer. There had to be some kind of inconsistency in the data. Something that could show the path forward, a path where her baby boy could still be out there and able to returned home safe.

Maddie descended the stairs into the labs, ready to look over dusty notebooks, and old journals. Jack followed her soon after, not a word exchanged between them.

To say Bruce Wayne was shaken was an understatement. That girl, Samantha, had no idea what she was talking about. All Bruce was interested in was the safety of his son and Daniel Fenton, and the pursuit of justice.

That didn’t mean she would’ve had a point, once upon a time. How Jason came back, but it wasn’t a joyous celebration, but the beginning of more pain, more misunderstanding and accusation. How Damian first came to them. He had a son who had finally returned home, but there was no celebration then either.

They had just started to get along again. They were this close to being happy.

Bruce held his head in his hands. He needed to review the facts again. The facts, the players, the unknowns and mysteries. Damian just had to be out there, he just had to.

Sirens, the GiW, the Fentons… Where to begin?

A message pinged on his comm. It was from Tim. Had he finished sifting through the files?

Bruce opened his laptop, seeing an email with attached analysis and files. Good work, Tim. He knows how hard it must be for him, to dedicate this effort into saving a brother with whom he had a very rocky start.

The email confirmed many of his suspicions. Tim was able to recover the majority of the files that Tucker Foley had attempted to destroy. Damning evidence showed Samantha and Tucker engaging directly against various sirens, using magic and technology respectively. Daniel Fenton was nowhere near such attacks, but his role as supplier to Phantom was clear. At several points over the last few months, the boy could be seen sneaking into secluded areas with experimental weapons and gadgets stuffed into his pockets, that would later be seen in the webbed hands of Phantom.

Daniel was hardly ever seen in the same vicinity as Phantom, or any other siren. That was not surprising. The kid wasn’t athletic in any way like Samantha, nor did he have her talent for the mystical arts. He didn’t have Tucker’s affinity for technology, either. That, combined with the obvious discomfort around his parents’ grudge against sirens meant that it was reasonable he’d avoid being seen around sirens at all costs, while silently supporting them from the background.

The kid had his convictions, was for sure. But what kind of motive would cause the boy to do such a thing? Going against his parents was normal, almost ubiquitous at that age range. Did this trio harbour desires of becoming a hero, like Dick and Jason and all others that followed?

Tucker Foley kept Tim and the Batcomputer out for half an hour with nothing but a laptop. Sam Manson had an incredible drive to do right, and a less impressive sense of restraint (it pained him how much of his children that reminded him).

It was clear they had the hearts of heroes, and the potential too. But those desires landed his children in immense pain over the years, failures Bruce would regret for the rest of his days, and now those same failures repeated once more.

He needed to do this, for them.

The GiW were suspect. He would need to direct the Batcave into cracking their secrets open. Those men could not be trusted one bit. Not their DNA test, not their documents, not their badges. And certainly not for their CSI skills. They didn’t even report whether there were signs of a struggle on the island where Damian’s blood was found!

And for what motives did the sirens even abduct people in the first place? The more he considered, the more the GiW’s explanation of Damian being devoured seemed like utter bullshit. He hoped that was not denial speaking.

Bruce began to plan.

His phone rang. He ignored it. He formed a list of contacts to call upon for advice and consultation.

His phone rang again. He made a web of connections to the Fentons.

His phong rang, rang, rang again. A collage of every unsolved missing persons’ case ‘from the last twenty years.

The phone answered itself on speaker. It jolted Bruce from his work. Alfred’s stern voice sounded out. “Master Bruce, you are spiraling again, sir.”

Bruce hummed. “I’m working, Alfred.”

“Yes, I know. However, in your pursuit to discover Master Damian’s whereabouts, I must remind you that your other children still need their father. Master Timothy is on his eighth cup of coffee, and Master Richard has sent twelve common crooks to the emergency room. Master Jason had to calm him down, sir. They need you, sir.” Alfred stressed.

Bruce stood up, his back cricking from the strain of hunching over documents and files. He stared at the growing pile of papers on his desk and tabs on his laptop, before sweeping them all to the side.

“You’re right, Alfred. Thank you for reminding me.”

Why? Why? Why, why, why, why why? That was the question running through the Fenton parents’ heads as they combed over observations, data, charts, and historical records. The documents and files sprawled out over the floor of the lab. They had to find the connection, if there was one out there.

Why did the sirens abduct humans?

Despite what the goons in white thought, the biologist in Maddie found herself doubting it was all for food. Considering their latest population estimates, the amount of humans required to sustain siren numbers was completely impractical.

Ok, maybe they don’t have to eat humans, but do it as a luxury?

Such a hypothesis would have seemed more plausible, had there not been a plethora of new data counteracting that point. The Amity Island sirens pursued a number of different goals, very few of which overlapped, very few of which involved eating humans in any way. If there was an incentive to eat humans or even just abduct, then far, far more people would’ve been grabbed off the piers and beaches, even if Phantom could stop them all.

That lead to another question. Why would the sirens of Amity not even bother with abductions for the most part, when the majority of sightings and suspected siren incidents were brought to light because of the missing people?

Maddie kicked the wall. The impact resounded and echoed through the room.

Jack wrapped his arms around her waist tenderly, a calm presence. Maddie’s heart relaxed a little, the scent of chocolate bringing her back to warm nights with the kids. “You know this reminds me of a story grandpa Fenton told me about when he was a kid back during the war.” Jack said quietly. “His grandpa used to be a surveyor or analyst or some kind of smart guy at some big factory, makin’ planes to fight the Japanese. One morning he was banging his head on the desk.”

Maddie wasn’t sure where Jack was going with this, but she nodded for him to continue.

“And so Grandpa Fenton asked him, ‘Gramps, what’s the big deal?’ and great great grandpa showed him these pictures. They showed where bullet holes would appear, said it was to design better armour for ‘em. But the strangest thing was that none of the bullet holes were in the engines or near the tail. Gramps was seriously worked up about it! Spent all day pacin’ back and forth.”

Maddie gasped. Jack continued, although trailing off. “Anyway when Grandpa Fenton told me about it, all I could think of was how nice that they had planes comin’ back anyway. Have you seen the casualty rates for those things? Gave me the stuff of nightmares!”

Information whirled through Maddie’s head.

“And that’s how I gave up my dreams of being a fighter pilot!”

“Jack, you’re a genius!” She shouted. Jack blinked.

“Huh? What for?”

Maddie jumped up and kissed her amazing husband. This was a breakthrough.

It was survivorship bias. The reason none of the planes returning had bullet holes in the engines and lower fuselage was because the planes that had taken hits there were too damaged to return in the first place!

They were too busy looking at what they could see and not spending enough time looking for what they couldn’t. Jack’s great, great grandpa needed to look at the situation holistically, and from there it would all make sense.

What did that mean?

Sirens were crafty. And as they learnt from the attacks on Amity, they were petty, ambitious, power-hungry, lustful, and vengeful, among many other insidious attributes.

She and Jack had been fixating on the missing people cases, but what if those cases were only a small number of the illicit criminal dealings these monsters had been unknowably perpetrating in the human world? And if sirens can commit many, many other crimes than mindlessly violence and murder, then that means there could be any number of other reasons they could abduct a human.

If they wanted revenge or to satisfy their bloodlust, would they not have left a body somewhere? But no such body of either Damian Wayne or Danny was found. If they ate the boys, then the blood would’ve attracted sharks, but no sharks were to be found either.

Terrifying scenarios passed through Maddie’s mind. Slavery, trafficking, arena fighting. Any number of horrendous crimes that would not require any spilt blood. Horrors unimaginable for a woman to see her child suffer through. But a tiny, faint light shone through all of them: hope.

Because she had reason now to believe Danny and Damian Wayne were alive, out there somewhere, praying for their parents to come save them from the nightmare.

Jack blinked, expression blank. “You know I don’t mind staring at your beautiful face for hours, but I feel like there’s something you’ve figured out.”

Maddie’s eyes turned steely and determined. “Jack, get the SAV ready. We’re going on a hunt.”

The only one who knew where the boys were was Phantom, and Maddie would extract every secret that menace kept, even if it meant tearing him apart. Molecule. By. Molecule.

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“It’s cool, go on ahead to the store” he says

She pipes in “yeah, it’s no big deal, I’ll stay here and keep him company”

Then there were smiles and giggles between the two of them. Honestly, there had been all evening.

Reluctantly, I tell Alicia “let’s go” knowing damn well that the second we leave, they will be all over each. The thought makes me nuts but it also makes my insides tingle.

He wasn’t used to this, really. Being allowed to flirt, kiss, and fuck whom ever he wanted. But he was definitively getting used to the idea. There had always been chemistry between him and Heather, and she did rub her butt on his crotch that one time.

They were a little buzzed and it was so obvious she was down for being alone with him. Once we (me and my other friend were gone) he put his hand on her thick thigh and tickled back and forth from her knee to her mid thigh, and when he was feeling braver, all the way up to her crotch area, and back down.

She didn’t pull away, she didn’t stop him at all, even though she’s his best friends fiancé. Instead, she leaned in for a kiss and he reciprocated. He was hungry for her, the kissing went from light to heavy in a matter of seconds. Suddenly she pulls away, touches her lips, looks at him and says “omg we can’t” his dick was instantly rock hard. He knew they weren’t going to stop.

“It’s ok” he says, no one will ever know (he knows he will tell me all about this later, but she doesn’t need to know that) “and I want you so fucking bad” he said and squeezed her inner thigh.

It was sort of a blur after that. He kissed her hard then and moved his hand up her short shorts and right past her panties and was rubbing her clit and fingering her untill she was moaning in his mouth.

Holy Fuck his cock felt like it would already explode. Her pussy was hot and slick. He wanted to be inside of her. He didn’t realize how bad he wanted to fuck his best friends fiancé till now and he couldn’t believe this was actually happening.

But he couldn’t stop. He didn’t want to stop. Neither did she. He grabbed her tank top and pulled it up, her big boobs fell right out and he groped her everywhere, sucked hard on her nipples, continued fingering her now swollen pussy.

This was all happening at our backyard patio area at the patio table. Since they were outside and alone she was loudly moaning. His cock was pushing against his pants and leaking a little pre cum, he needed relief. He wanted to fuck her so bad.

She grabbed his bulge through his pants. Looked at my husband and said “fuck me now” (fuck. me. now.) (shivers at this thought) he quickly stood up and she was undoing his pants and pulling them down and his rock hard cock just sprung out. Holy Fuck he thought to himself as he looked down.

In an instant he had her bent over the table and was sliding his dick right inside her wet slit past her short shorts and panties and deep inside the folds of her pussy. She felt so fucking good on his dick. He wanted to stay in her pussy but wanted to cum badly too. This was an unusual dilemma for him.

“I’m going to cum” “I can’t fucking help it” he muttered as he started to slow down .

“Cum” she moaned. “Go ahead and cum” He grabbed her hips and pushed so deep into her that the front of her thighs pushed against the table she was bent over on. And he unloaded.

It was fucking sensational. Waves and waves rushed over him as he orgasmed and continually spurted his load deep into her. He could feel her pussy convulsing around him while she orgasmed from feeling his cum.

As he came, his cock stayed hard, so he didn’t pull out. He started humping his load deep in her. It felt so wrong to cum in his best friends fiancé, but it made his dick so fucking hard.

He fucked her nice and slow then, savoring every inch of her hot puffy pussy. “I can’t believe we just did that” she says while he’s still in her. “Me either” he says. They hear the car pulling back up the driveway then and immediately stop, put their clothes back on right and sit down in the same chairs they were in.

When my husband told me about this encounter later that night, while we were cuddling in bed, with his crotch against my ass I responded with “I knew it would happen between you two, it’s so obvious she’s into you!” “I could tell right away when we got back!” “Omg, you came in her though? She’s not on birth control!!”

The second I said it he was rock hard and saying “oh shit” but trying to push into my pussy at the same time. I opened my legs and let him in. He was so fucking hard. And he was done fast, he didn’t cum in my pussy though, instead he pulled out and pushed my face down to his dick to blow him. He shot down my throat saying “suck harder” “harder”

I know he came down my throat, thinking about how he came in her.

This morning I texted her and invited her over next weekend, she immediately responded with “Yes! Can’t wait!”

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Healing Wounds

Summary: Sequel to Empty - It had been close to a year since your run-in with Sam Winchester. You had spent the time hunting recklessly, which landed you in a predicament you didn’t think you could escape from. This tells the story of seeing Sam once more after his soul has been restored. 

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Female Reader

Word Count: ~4k

Warnings: Swearing, mention of vomit/nausea (no description), blood, Supernatural-y things (vamps), heartbreak (but fixing it with fluff), angsty, very limited talk about mental health and personal struggles

A/N: There may be one final part in this. I felt like there was too much to cover in one part. But this also wraps up all of the angst from Empty. Let me know what you think! And if you'd like to see this storyline continue at all :) Thanks in advance!

The first phone call came about eight months after you had seen Sam.

“Hello?” You answered, unsure of the number that had called you. But in the world of hunting, you always answered. Hunters were known to work their way through cell phones or have burners as back-up.

But this was a voice you had willed yourself to forget over the last eight months. Your name fell in a gentle murmur from his lips, but it sounded bitter to your ear. “It’s, uh, it’s Sam,” he cleared his throat in a way that told you he was uncomfortable making this phone call.

“Sam,” you said curtly. Your friend and hunting partner, Alicia McCaffrey, looked at you with wide eyes.

“Hang up that damn phone,” she muttered through gritted teeth as she followed you into the motel room and closed the door behind her.

You wanted to, really–you did. But somehow you couldn’t bring yourself to do it just yet. “Are you and Dean alright?” You asked firmly. You had learned that just a few months after your run-in with Sam, Dean had gotten back in the game. Bobby had filled you in on a call he had made to ask you about a hunt you had been on. Dean had tried to reach out twice to see you, but he could tell by the sound of your voice and shortness of your responses, you weren’t willing to come back to hunt with the Winchester duo.

“Y-Yeah,” he stumbled over his words–and here again, he sounded different. But you knew better. You had witnessed it for yourself. “We’re fine, we’re okay,” you were able to breathe a little easier. There was a pause on his end, and you didn’t understand why. “God, this is so hard to explain over the phone. There’s…there’s so much I wanna say…” his voice fell off again. 

“Sam, I don’t really have time for this–” your heart raced against your sternum.

“I know, I know I don’t deserve it. Please, just let me explain–” it was your turn to cut him off.

“Sam, all I want is for you to lose my number,” the words felt angry as they left your mouth. As much as it still hurt, you pulled the phone from your ear and hit ‘End’.

It had been months since you had heard from Sam Winchester. Months of reckless hunting, which wasn’t usually your style. But you had a hard time caring anymore. The heartache from your one night rendezvous with the youngest Winchester had wrecked you in ways you didn’t realize were possible. 

Alicia McCaffrey had become one of your closest friends, but even she had to take a step back. “You’re dangerous,” she had breathed one night after a hunt. “I can’t keep putting myself in life or death situations with you, kid.” You knew she was right–she didn’t deserve to be put in precarious circumstances because you had gotten your heart broken. Hell, she had even warned you that she thought it was a bad idea. Had you trusted your gut, even you knew it was the wrong decision. Sam wasn’t the same man you had known, and yet you went through with it anyway. You would be paying the price for the rest of your life, even if that would be a short time.

So you hunted alone now. It was for the best. You avoided the phone calls from Bobby, and anyone else you knew from that past life because you refused to open up the book of pain. You no longer cared if another hunter was calling you for help, the emotions were too overwhelming: hurt, pain, embarrassment…

With a quick shift of your wrist, your blade slashed through a vampire’s neck. You didn’t even flinch as his head rolled–eyes wide open as he had a moment to process his demise. 

“You bitch,” an older vampire spat in your direction as his body moved quicker than you could turn. He caught the spot on your neck in an instant. The shrill pain of his fangs as they gnawed through your warm flesh elicited a scream from your lips. Without hesitation, you reached in your back pocket and very quickly popped the plastic cap off before you smashed the syringe into the side of his neck. He pulled back from you with a shriek as he stumbled. 

“Dead man’s blood, asshole,” you grumbled as your fingertips pressed to the wet spot on your neck. It almost felt like you could feel your pulse through the blood and torn flesh. You shook the white spots from your vision and didn’t falter as you swung your machete across his neck. For a moment, you were disappointed. You could hear others coming down the hall of the abandoned estate–their chatter and growling echoed along the halls and bounced off of the marble floors.

You weren’t sure why you were disappointed. For months now, you had been living life on the edge–like Alicia had said before she left, “You have a death wish, kid. And I’m not stickin’ around for you to see it through.” So wasn’t this it? Wasn’t this what you had wanted? You thought the answer was yes, so why did it feel so wrong now that you were practically staring Death in the face?

With a quick breath, you tried to swallow past the lump of emotion bubbling in your throat. You pulled your fingers from the spot on your neck that leaked with more blood every time your heart reverberated against your chest. With narrowed eyes, you stared down the hallway where the other vamps were swiftly approaching. After a few rotations of your machete, you took one last breath. “Come and get me!” The words fell from your lips in a hasty yell.

But then, something happened. Just beyond the heavy double doors made of a dark wood, you heard screaming; slashing. You gulped once, then twice…and then the doors opened.

In your heart, you had a sinking idea who stood behind those doors. But at the same time, you didn’t think they cared enough. Or maybe that he cared enough. 

Even beyond the spots in your eyes and the darkness of the room around you, you noticed Sam’s jaw tighten as his eyes moved over your frame. From the distant look across your face–the one that told him you weren’t happy to see him–to the blood still dripping from the crook of your neck just above your collarbone. Without thinking, he moved forward towards you. He didn’t miss the way your body flinched as he moved, but he forced it out of his head as his machete clanked to the ground and echoed around your bodies.

“Don’t,” you muttered through gritted teeth. He stopped, only for a moment. “Don’t touch me.” You managed once more as his large hands moved fallen strands of hair away from your neck so he could get a better look at your open wound.

“I’m sorry,” he breathed with furrowed brows and a look in his eyes that took you by surprise. The way his eyes moved between yours, it made you pause–was that…was that the light that you were so desperately searching for the last time you encountered Sam? “I have to look at it, okay?” His voice was just above a whisper.

Anger rumbled in the pit of your stomach, but seemed to quiet down at the specks of glint you saw all of a sudden. You knew he was right; you had been seeing spots ever since that vamp snacked on your jugular, or so it felt. You managed a small nod.

With maybe a second passing, he moved. One hand cradled the side of your face while the other tilted your head a bit, so it relaxed in the feeling of his hand. His eyes moved over the injury as he quickly reached away with both hands to take off his flannel covering a sweat-stained gray undershirt. You wanted to vomit when his hands left your skin, and that made you angry again. “How dare you just waltz in here like a fucking knight in shining armor,” you hadn’t realized your mouth had picked up on your brain’s thoughts and instead of having an internal dialogue, you had spoken them out loud. Oh well…at least he knew how you felt now, if he hadn’t already.

Sam’s eyes moved to yours swiftly. He nodded once, then twice before he ducked his head to look at the ground. “Sorry will never be enough,” he murmured. His head moved back so he could look at you once more. He didn’t say anything before he took his flannel and pressed it to your neck with a pressure that made you hiss in pain and squeeze your eyes closed. “I know,” he continued. “We gotta keep pressure on it…” his voice trailed off as Dean spoke up.

“I know there’s a lotta shit happening right now,” he said as he looked around the abandoned space. “But we gotta keep moving. I don’t think that’s the last of the nest and we’re fightin’ an uphill battle. We’ll come back later, but let’s get you cleaned up.” He nodded to you–Dean’s way of saying ‘hello’. 

Going with the Winchesters was the last thing you would ever decide to do at this moment–well, maybe not the last thing. It was settled on the list just above getting eaten by a vamp. But your options were limited, and you felt yourself feeling more and more lightheaded the longer your neck bled. 

“Fine,” you managed as you followed them back to the Impala. Sam kept his distance, and you were thankful for that. As you climbed into the backseat, Sam hesitated by the door but got the message when you pulled it closed behind you. He settled for the front seat while Dean drove.

As you headed to whatever motel they were staying in, you repeated in your head: Get in, get cleaned up, have Dean take you back to your motel. Get in, get out. Get in…get out… 

Your eyes watched as the yellow light from street poles moved past the car on the drive. Tears and emotion prickled the back of your eyes and throat, but you pushed them away. You’d be damned if you let Sam Winchester get under your skin again. Fool you once, shame on him. But fool you twice…

It was only a few minutes before the Impala shifted into park in the lot of a seedy highway motel. You internally groaned when you realized you recognized this seedy highway motel–it was the same one you had been crashing at for the last two nights. They must’ve gotten in that day, because there was no way you wouldn’t have noticed the Impala.

The ride had been silent, which made you realize that Dean must also know about what happened between you and Sam all those nights ago. That made your stomach flip flop even more than before–embarrassment crept up into your chest and face. Trying to brush it off was useless, but you still attempted. You pulled the car door handle open before Sam could try to help and brushed by him.

“Assuming you guys have a med kit here?” The bleeding had slowed to a stop, which you were thankful for because it meant the damage was mostly cosmetic and everything important was still intact. 

“Does a bear shit in the woods?” Dean chuckled as he closed the driver side door. “We got you covered. It’s, uh…it’s good to see you.” He nodded as his eyes lingered over you–you couldn’t be sure what he was looking for, or maybe even seeing. But you felt like his eyes were full of pity and sympathy, which made you nauseous again.

“Yeah,” you nodded, not able to return the sentiment. “If we could get this over with, that’d be great. I have things to do.”

Dean led the way to the door of their motel room. Sam kept his distance, but you could feel his gaze again. His hands shoved into the front pockets of his dark jeans. 

“Where ya staying?” Dean asked nonchalantly as he put the key card in the slot to unlock their door. 

You took a moment before answering. “Here. Just down the hall,” your words were soft. You didn’t really want to share that information with them. 

Dean nodded but didn’t seem surprised. There weren’t too many motels just off the highway, which was what the Winchesters always booked. In that realization, you wanted to kick yourself. Even though you hadn’t meant to, you were still following their rules of hunting. “Stay just off the highway so you can peel out quick if shit hits the fan,” Dean’s words echoed through your brain. 

Dean nodded as the door opened and you followed him inside, Sam just behind you. “I gotta go pick something up,” you knew Dean was just trying to find an excuse to leave. Before you could argue, he tossed the med kit from the small bathroom onto one of the beds and hurried back to the door. “I’ll be back a bit later. Sammy will get you cleaned up.”

Before a word could flow from your brain to your lips, Dean was out the door. You closed your eyes for a minute and bit down hard on the inside of your lip—so hard, you thought you tasted blood. 

He had the audacity to utter your name, and it made you want to scream. 

“Don’t you dare say my name like that,” you gritted through the words. “You don’t get to talk to me anymore. Seriously.” You glanced around the room in his silence, and headed back for the door. “I have my own med kit, I can do it myself.” You muttered. 

“Please, don’t go,” while everything inside of you told you to keep walking, the conviction and pain in his voice made your feet stop moving. “Please. I’m begging you. I just need a few minutes to explain. Let me take care of you and explain everything from the last year and a half, and then if you still want to leave, I won’t stand in your way.” 

Against your better judgment, your feet moved to turn back to face him. You could see the same emotions on his face—the anguish, in typical Sam Winchester fashion. “Let me take care of you,” his words echoed internally and stung almost as much as the cool air that was about to hit the gash on your neck.

“You have five minutes,” you said carefully as you walked to the edge of the bed and pulled Sam’s flannel away from your skin. You winced as the fabric pulled at the already drying wound. 

If you had blinked, you would have missed the way Sam’s jaw tightened and how his eyes traced a path from the wound on your neck to your eyes and back. 

His hands opened the med kit; as he began to work, he spoke softly. “Cas pulled me out of Lucifer’s cage. But when he got me out, my soul got left behind,” your eyes darted to his face as he poured antiseptic onto a cotton pad. 

“Your soul?” You asked, his eyes glued to the cotton pad as he focused on working. 

He nodded once as he brought the pad to your neck. He hesitated for a second. “Yeah, my soul. This is gonna sting, okay?” He asked carefully. He waited for you to nod before he placed the pad, cool from the antiseptic, onto your skin. Your face contorted for a minute and you swallowed the hiss that threatened to escape. “I knew something was wrong but I didn’t know what. I didn’t know how I got out of the cage or what was wrong with me. I just felt…numb.” 

So far, nothing Sam had said swayed your judgment or how you felt. Sam understood that by your silence. Nevertheless, he continued working on your wound. 

“Dean got back in, and then Cas…and that’s when we realized my soul was just gone,” he moved on to unwrap some packing gauze and broke his train of thought. “It doesn’t look like it needs stitches, just a surface wound. You okay if I pack it and tape it up?”

You managed a nod and looked down a bit so your hair fell into your face. Sam’s fingers grazed your chin so gently, you weren’t sure you felt it until you saw his hand. 

“Sorry, gotta get the right angle,” he cleared his throat. He brushed your hair over your shoulder and went back to work. “I remember everything now,” he started again and pulled his gaze away from your eyes. He busied his fingers with the packing gauze, but you could tell it was so he wouldn’t have to look directly into your eyes. “I didn’t right away…it’s kind of a long story. But I would get glimpses of memories and things that happened when I didn’t have my soul. And I saw you…and that night…” his voice trailed off. 

“Alright, that’s enough,” you cut him off before your words were swallowed by emotions—emotions you had tried so hard not to feel for all of these months. You were on your feet pushing past his broad frame before he could say another word. “I’m not doing this, Sam. I’m not going to sit here and have some bullshit heart to heart about what happened. I can’t.” 

Sam stood immediately but he didn’t approach—he knew better than that. “I know I don’t deserve it. God, I know…”

“Do you?” You spat back. This time, the emotion broke through. Everything you had fought so hard to swallow came tumbling back. “Do you know how hard it was when I watched you jump into the cage? Or how I mourned you and the loss of the person I considered my best friend? Or how about how the entire time I hunted with you I wanted so desperately for you to want me the way I wanted you?” You wondered if you would regret the words, but you couldn’t stop them. Nor could you stop the angry tears that began to pool in your eyes and spill just over the edge. The look on his face remained the same—pained. “How amazing it was when I saw you standing in the bar that night? And then how hurt I was when I realized you had been back for ten months and didn’t call? But then you wanted me…and you had me,” your voice fell and you could no longer look into his eyes. “And then you left.” Your voice was so low, you weren’t sure if he had heard you. 

Sam couldn’t stand in one spot anymore. He moved to you so quickly, it took you by surprise. You could tell by the way he moved his arms he wanted to touch you, but he refrained. 

“I know that saying sorry means absolutely nothing right now,” he said slowly, carefully. “But I am so incredibly sorry. I don’t think I’ve ever been more sorry about anything before in my life.” His words dripped with an emotion you had never heard from him before. You thought he might cry—and you had never seen Sam Winchester cry. “If I could change it—”

“I know,” you cut him off with your eyes closed, only allowing more tears to slip through the cracks. “You would take it back. I know. It was a mistake, Sam.”

There was a moment of silence before he spoke again. “The only mistake I made that night was not showing you how much I care about you.” 

Through blurry blinks you looked back at him, and it was then that you saw what you couldn’t see the last time you and Sam Winchester were in a motel room together–the light. There was still pain, but the emptiness was gone, filled again with what had been missing all along. He moved so slowly, cautiously as he brought his palm up to cup your cheek. The pad of his thumb swept under your eye to wipe at the tears that had settled there.

“You were the last person in the world I would ever want to hurt…I am so sorry I hurt you,” his eyes connected with yours to show you he meant it. “My feelings were real, I was just so screwed up…I had zero emotional connection to what was happening.”

You pulled back from his touch as your eyes found the multicolored carpet below your feet. While you had already spilled so many feelings to him that you hadn’t planned for, you couldn’t hold his gaze while you told him this one. “I wanted to die, Sam. I gave up. Being with you that night…it left a wound I couldn’t figure out how to heal. The pain was so bad, I didn’t care about anyone or anything anymore…”

This time, you knew you could see Sam’s eyes glass over. He was hurting because he knew his actions had left a scar deep within you and caused you so much anguish. 

It was then that you realized—Sam hadn’t asked to be brought back without his soul. Hell, he hadn’t been asked to be brought back at all. When you had run into Sam that night, he didn’t even realize his soul was missing. 

“But it’s not your fault,” suddenly, your heart fluttered. Since that night all those months ago, you hadn’t felt that flutter for anything or anyone. The feeling of emptiness was replaced with a flutter of hope. “You didn’t know, Sam.”

“It doesn’t matter,” he muttered with a shake of his head, his eyes still on yours. “It doesn’t make it okay.” 

“It doesn’t,” you breathed, your tears slowing. “But it isn’t fair for me to hold something against you that you didn’t even know was happening…” as he heard your words, you saw a gleam of hope in his eyes that matched the feeling in your chest. 

His brows furrowed as he closed his eyes and dropped his head a bit. “Thank you,” the words fell in a breath. 

“I’m sorry it took me so long to hear you out,” your fingers instinctively reached to touch the palms of his hands. His head jerked back up so his eyes were on you, his brows still knitted together in a frown. He grasped your hands tightly in his, and a feeling of warmth washed over you.

“Do not apologize to me,” he said firmly. “You don’t owe me anything, you hear me? I hurt you. I would do anything in the world to fix it.”

Your throat suddenly felt dry, so you swallowed so you could try to get the words out. “I don’t really know what that looks like, but I’m willing to work on it together…”

For the first time that night, you saw a smile tug at the corners of Sam’s lips. He gave your hands another squeeze. “Thank you…” his words trailed away before he cleared his throat. “Now, can I please finish packing that gash on your neck? We really need to get it covered.” 

You managed a nod and allowed him to hold your hand as he led you back to the bed. 

“I’ll do everything I can to help you heal,” he breathed as his eyes focused on yours again once you were on the edge of the bed. You wanted to tell him it was a superficial wound and would heal just fine, but you knew he was talking about more than just the spot the vampire had bitten. And you were willing to let him try. 

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Tag List: @lacilou

#supernatural fanfiction #spn fanfiction #supernatural fanfic #supernatural ff #spn fanfic #spn ff #sam winchester fanfiction #sam winchester x female reader #sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x you #sam winchester fanfic #sam winchester fan fic #sam winchester ff #sam winchester fan fiction #sam winchester fluff

[ghastlyfilters]

could i have some stu x fem!reader going camping hcs? like it’s him, reader, the rest of the group just going camping and having a good time :))

𝐜𝐚𝐦𝐩𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐠𝐚𝐧𝐠 𝐡𝐞𝐚𝐝𝐜𝐚𝐧𝐨𝐧𝐬!! :>

pairing: implied stu macher x fem!reader

a/n: I LITERALLY LOVE YOU FOR REQUESTING THIS OHFOHDEGKIGTPJUPKHOJDTGQRHOYYU

i cannot express how much i fucking think about this group. there will be plenty of the ‘gang’ content coming soon!! picturing them doing the stupidest shit together is just, AH.

anyways anon, thank you for your request that made me so ridiculously happy lol (ENJOY!!)

UPDATE: YO. THIS HAS BEEN IN MY DRAFTS FOR ABOUT A YEAR AND ITS SLIGHTLY UNFINISHED BUT I’LL JUST GIVE IT TO Y’ALL ANYWAY

warnings: harsh language, randy thinking he’s literally gordon ramsey

• Boy oh boy, summertime had finally came around once again. Giving you all a pretty good idea of what was coming soon..

CAMPING!

• Okay, okay.. this hadn’t originally been apart any of your guys’ plans, but all of your parents were stubborn and wanted you to spend more time together.

• And apparently camping was just the right way to do so? Whatever. It’s not like any of you were ever going to win if you tried to protest on going each year. You lot VS a ton of parents? Fuck. It would never work.

• The agreed arrangement had been Stu, Billy, Randy, Sidney, Tatum and yourself to all go camping for atleast one week during summer break.

• Of course Billy was always the one trying to creep his way out of this shitty plan. It had been going on for so many years that the rest of y’all stopped trying at this point. But Billy? Oh, he was pretty damn adamant on faking whatever dumbass illness he could think of.

• You all made bets on who he would call that year, trying to convince that person on how very ‘poorly’ he was doing.

“I can’t go. I have a cold.”

“It’s July..”

“I HAVE A COLD.”

• His dad ended up dragging him out of the house and right into the van Stu’s parents bought him specifically for this occasion.

• After checking you guys had everything packed and ready to go, you were off into the hills!

• It was an interesting road trip to say the least, hours of Randy complaining he had to take a piss, plus Billy whining about how he didn’t wanna be here.. yeah.. an ideal three hours, huh? Jesus.

• The minute you guys arrive, Randy instantly runs over to a tree a little further away from you guys and pulls down his pants, urinating onto the land.

• Tatum always tends to start an argument and tells him how fucking disgusting he is, but he insists that she shuts her mouth and waits until it’s HER turn to be forced to have her bodily functions take over.

“Yeah, yeah, it’s all fun and games until you have to take a dump in the bushes!!”

“AS IF!” Tatum squealed.

“Cut the bullshit, Alicia. You know it’s gonna happen sooner or later.” Billy chimed in.

• You insist on everyone taking a little walk through the woods, just to get familiar with the area once again.

• The rest of the gang agree and head on out with you, embracing the peaceful surrounding.

• You, Billy and Stu slowly walk side by side as the other three are already way ahead of you, arguing over the dumbest shit once again.

• Randy and Tatum always argued non fucking stop everytime you all went camping. Sidney would just awkwardly tag along, trying to change the subject to literally anything else..

• The three ask for permission to go back to camp, seeing as Tatum had made the poor choice of wearing her cute little white boots, though unfortunately they had heels.

• This just meant more peace and quiet for yourself, Billy and Stu. You’d see your other friends later, of course. But a tad bit of extra time with your boyfriend and another one of your closest friends wasn’t going to hurt.

• You guys returned for sun down, as spending all night in the goddamn woods of all places would be rather idiotic of you.

• Each and every one of your stomach’s began to growl, so Stu finally decided to whip out the grill!

• He had packed some hotdogs and burgers, ready to be cooked as soon as possible. Randy also brought along some snacks of course because you know, it’s Randy lmao.

• Another argument breaks out, but this time it’s between both Randy and Stu. Supposedly, Stu was in charge of bringing topping and sauces for the hotdogs. (Of course he had to forget it..)

“Aw, fuck this!” Randy said with a mouthful of food, throwing the remaining piece of his hotdog at a nearby tree.

“NOOOO!” Stu yelped. “What the fuck, man! You ruined a perfectly good hotdog!!”

Randy scoffed. “STU.. MY MOUTH FEELS DRIER THAN A DEAD WOMAN’S VAGINA.. THIS IS SO PLAIN. YOU DIDN’T EVEN BRING PICKLES DUDE..”

…

“Sorry but who the fuck puts pickles on a hotdog?”

“WHERE’S THE FLAVOUR IN THIS PIECE OF SHIT? IT’S BLAND. PAINFULLY BLAND.”

You pinched the bridge of your nose, seemed like Randy was having his Gordon Ramsey moment.

• After drunk Randy’s constant complaining and Stu almost losing it over the fact you guys decided you’d make s’mores tomorrow instead of the present night, it didn’t take long until everyone decided to crash for the night. You all had proper tents built up, despite what y’all went through to get them that way..

“No, no, you’re gonna do it wrong. You see, you gotta make sure you’ve put the peg in the right place first.” Billy reminded Stu, trying his hardest to set up their tent. He knew his sleep was going to benefit from this of course, so that was the only reason why he began caring at this point.

“I got it!” Stu smiled, attempting to smack the peg with his mini hammer.

“THAT WAS MY FINGER YOU FU-”

Billy was sure he’d be sweating bullets for days after fully setting up the camp for everyone. He truly didn’t think it would be so hard, but much to his dismay, he was proven wrong.

• Randy and Tatum flat out refused to share a tent together, so they gave Billy the hassle of making two separate tents instead. Whereas Billy and Stu had agreed on sleeping in a tent together, whilst you and Sidney were more than happy to do the exact same thing.

• The tents were rather thin, causing everyone else to hear what was going on inside each tent. Including Randy letting out the odd bit of gas here and there or him sleep talking about ‘Prom Night’ with Jamie Lee Curtis.

• As the sunlight crept its way into everyone’s tents, you all began to stir and awaken. Morning was here. And you were all going to have to get up and start the day.

• Today was rock climbing! Something that had split opinions from the majority of you. Those like yourself, Stu and Tatum found it fun, but others such as Billy, Sidney and Randy weren’t too keen on it.

“You’re all such pussies, man. It’s safe. I don’t know why the three of you complain about it every damn year.” Stu remarked, his attention on your other three friends who really couldn’t be bothered to participate in such an activity right now.

“Please. You only like it because you’re tall and fast enough to catch yourself before you fall.” Billy snorted.

#scream #scream headcanons #headcanons #stu macher x reader #billy loomis #stu macher #sidney prescott #randy meeks #tatum riley #x reader #reader #ghostface #matthew lillard #skeet ulrich #neve campbell #jamie kennedy #rose mcgowan #scream fandom #ghastlyfilters #camping

[anangelwhodidntfall]

Intimacy Challenge: Day (19)

30 Day Intimacy Challenge Masterlist

word count: 1k

Day 19: The thing is, spicing things up in the bedroom isn’t so easy. It requires time, energy and — most importantly — communication. You need to about what you want. Whether you’re interested in trying new positions, , or simply having a little more sex, what lay ahead is a frank but compassionate chat.

Z-dog:

"What are we doing here?" You asked as she leads you into an empty room.

"I haven't been able to stop thinking about you in that dress since you left this morning." She said as she locked the door.

"Damn, baby I didn't think that it affected you that much." You said watching as she undid her pants.

"I didn't either, but the more I see you in it, the more I hear the comments from the guys about you, the more I need to claim you now." She said roughly kissing you as she slightly pushed into you making you moan.

"Alright you can move." You said after a few minutes of her being inside of you.

She starts thrusting in and out of you at pretty fast pace while prepping your body with open mouth kisses and praise as you continued to fall apart underneath her.

"Alicia...baby.." You said through breathless moans.

"I know baby go ahead, I've got you." She said as she kissed you again.

A few minutes later you came and she held you in her arms as you came down from your high and soon you felt your heart slow down and your body stop shaking.

"That was..." You started to say.

"I know as it always is...I love you so much baby." She said pressing a kiss to your lips.

"I love you too." You said smiling at her.

Tarsem:

You smiled when you saw your mate right where your friends told you he was, he was sitting by the river bank cleaning up after the lesson today that he taught the new warriors. You stood there watching how the sun hit his skin making him look so ethereal, as he picked up until his eyes locked with yours.

"My love, what are you doing here?" He asked walking over to you.

"I was missing you and needed you." You said to him with a sly smile.

"Needed me?" He asked you confused as you lightly pressed a kiss against his lips.

"Yeah needed my mate." You said slightly running your hand down to his loincloth as he looked at you shocked.

“Here?" He asked you.

"I don't see any issue, we haven't done it here before despite how pretty it is." You said to him as he began untying your top.

"That's because I don't like others to see what is mine." He said with a growl as he began kissing down your jaw and neck.

It was true, Tarsem was usually a quiet and nice person but when it came to you, he got protective really fast and quick and you loved every moment of it. You felt him start untying your loin cloth before he gently told you to lay down on the grass, you laid watching your beautiful mate undress.

"Like what you see?" He asked with a smirk.

"You know I do." You said with a smile as he placed a kiss on your lips before gently sliding into you.  

Neteyam:

"Ma 'Teyam where are you taking me?" You asked with a giggle as your mate lead your through the forest after you guys had landed your ikrans.

"Somewhere special where you and I won't be disturbed." He said as he turned and gave him a quick and passion kiss.

"I like the sound of that." You said with a smile.

You two kept walking for a few more minutes before you finally reached a beautiful pasture full of flowers where he took a seat and pulled you into his lap and began kissing you.

"It's so beautiful here." You said in between kisses as his hands roamed all over you.

"I knew you would like it, and the best part no annoying siblings or parents can brother us, just you and me alone." He said as he lifted your top over your head.

"I like it even more now." You said with a smile as you kissed him back before pushing back against the grass.

"Nice try sweetheart." He said flipping you over and pinning him underneath you.

Tsu'tey:

"Missed you some yawne, I've been thinking about you all day." Tsu'tey said as he pressed you up against a tree and passionately kissed you.

"I can tell, but it's okay because I've missed you too." You said with a smile as you kissed him back feeling him undo your loincloth.

"Your not afraid of someone seeing us?" You asked him.

"No because no one would dare lay their eyes on you especially in this stay because they know I would kill them." He said making you smile.

"They would but it be okay because you look so hot protecting me." You said as you felt him slide into you.

"Well you look so beautiful right now." He said pressing a kiss against your lips.

Jake:

"So what are we doing here ma Jake?" You asked him as you walked through an unfamiliar part of the forest.

"Well I wanted somewhere that we wouldn't be disturbed." Jake said as he took a seat on the grass and pulled you in his lap.

"Oh yeah and why wouldn't want to be disturbed?" You asked him with a smirk.

"So I can take my time and properly take care of my mate, who've neglected the past few days." He said undoing your loincloth.

"You have been pretty neglectful." You said as he slid into you and as you pressed a kiss against your lips.

"You're trouble, you know that?" He asked you as he bounced you up and down while attacking your chest with kisses.

“But yet you still love me." You said with a breathless moan.

"You know it, baby, here give me a kiss." He said leaning up and attaching his lips to yours.

Soon enough you felt the familiar sensation in your stomach making you breathless and grind more into Jake who just kept his pace

"I know baby, I've got you." He said placing kisses all along your neck.

Soon your orgasm washed over you as you held on to Jake as he kept fucking you through it and soon you felt his release as well. You guys just sat there still connected catching your breaths while Jake laid down and held you in his arms.

#jake sully #jake sully x reader #jake sully x you #zdog x reader #tarsem x reader #tarsem x you #tarsem avatar #neteyam imagine #neteyam x reader #tsu'tey x reader #30 day intimacy challenge

[serenasoutherlyns]

red belt (around my mind)

Kalicia smut! Warning for rough sex and impact play! Everything is consensual! 500 words! Ao3! This is super out of my comfort zone so I hope it's not too bad!

"Alicia!" Kalinda practically yelled. "Fucking focus." Kalinda thrust into her with just the right amount of force. Alicia cried out.

"What are you thinking about, huh? Who?" Alicia failed to reply. Kalinda knocked her hands out from under her with little more than a flick of her wrist. She laughed when Alicia gasped. She didn't relent, her hard bed squeaking under them.

"Tell me, Alicia," Kalinda said. She reached around and wrapped her arm around her front, lifting her. Alicia let out an involuntary Ah sound. Kalinda had to reach her chin up to say into Alicia's ear, "What, are you thinking about Will?" She dug her fingernails into Alicia's hip. "Or Peter?"

"No," Alicia got out. Kalinda felt hot anger rise in her throat. She thrust even deeper than before. She relished Alicia's near-scream.

"I know Will doesn't fuck you like this," Kalinda purred. She dropped Alicia back onto the bed.

"Will doesn't fuck me at all anymore," came Alicia's muffled voice. Kalinda was reaching incensed.

"Did he do this for you?" Kalinda asked, threading a hand into Alicia's hair and pulling gently at the roots.

"No," Alicia whined.

"Or this?" Kalinda scratched Alicia from her neck to her hip.

"No," Alicia said again.

"I thought so," Kalinda said. Alicia grew louder.

"So, close," Alicia breathed. "Oh my God."

"Don't you dare,"

"No, please," Alicia whined. Kalinda heard a sob. Kalinda pulled out completely, eliciting a pained noise.

"You'll live," said Kalinda. She turned Alicia over and admired her tear-stained face. She smirked. Alicia laughed back at her.

"You're gonna regret that," Kalinda said, a threat Alicia should know wasn't empty. Kalinda hit her cheek. Her pale skin began to glow red. Alicia liked it like this, she knew. Her memory replayed that night.

Kalinda, um, I've always wanted to try... Would you?

Would I what?

Rough, um, like, would you,

What, you want me to hit you?

Yeah, um. For example.

Happily.

Alicia tried to cross her legs.

"Absolutely not," Kalinda said, pushing them back open. She hesitated no longer. Alicia did scream this time, as Kalinda thrust into her all at once.

"God, Please, Kalinda."

"No," Kalinda said. When Alicia began to cry again, she continued, "Tell me,that I'm better than him." She grabbed Alicia's cheeks. Her eyes rolled back and fluttered.

Alicia tried to throw her head back. She choked on air.

"Tell me, Alicia." Kalinda let go of her.

"I," Alicia said, "Please,"

"No!" Kalinda yelled, then whispered, "no." Alicia looked her in the eye. She seemed to finally get it.

"You're the best I've had, Kalinda," she said, steadier than anything.

"Damn right I am," Kalinda said. She pressed her thumb to Alicia's clit and held her hips down as she writhed and sobbed.

When she caught her breath, when Kalinda covered her in a blanket, when she'd had a drink of water, Alicia finally spoke.

"You really are," she said to Kalinda.

"I know I am," said Kalinda and kissed her, gently.

#the good wife #the good wife fanfction #kalicia #alicia florrick #kalinda sharma #sficx

[chidoroki]

182 Days of TPN - Day 168

Chapter 168: "Dad"

I know this is the same room Isabella & Peter were seen having their discussion in back during ch165, but to just have two plain chairs in such a large, empty room seems so extra. Regardless of that, I do like the panel of the trio here, even though they're surprised to find no one here due to the fake footage Peter fooled Vincent with that lead them there.

Dunno how all the kiddos are hearing Peter's message since the teams seem to only have one person with a communication device but whatever. Perhaps he's speaking loud enough for everyone to hear.

Although I have a hard time believing the Ratri men were able to tie up the Adam clones without a fight, I guess anyone will yield once you hold them at gunpoint. Also, the absence of Hayato in this panel is a nice hint to his role next chapter.

While the demon guards don't cause much of a problem during the rest of the story, it still would've been better if the kids killed them off instead of put them to sleep. I get that they didn't wanna kill if they didn't have to, but it would've been one less thing to worry about. Hearing about Sonju & Mujika's execution definitely adds to the stress. Not as much as their deaths could have, but we're thankful Peter was stupid enough to actually wait three days.

Along with all the citizens who drank the evil blood being killed, the Ratri clan and the higher-up demons taking control of the government, let's add the plan to assemble a ton of new Lambda farm into the mix as well. Talk about a big time panic. The premium farms don't sound so bad now huh?

Oh Vincent, you dunno these kids as well as you thought if you honestly believe they would shoot the adults in front of them. Emma, Ray, Don & Gillian couldn't manage to fire a shot at Andrew back when he held Dominic & Alicia hostage after the shelter raid. You're best bet would've been Oliver. This goes back to that old post of mine wondering who, among the kids, would be able to shoot at another human, but I still believe Ray could manage it, if only as a last resort.

The thought of Norman firing at another person was always a toss up for me though. Of course he showed no mercy towards demons during this WM phase, so even with the clear difference between demon and human, I wouldn't have been completely surprised if that cold persona of his came back with a vengeance once he heard Vincent get shot. Peter's been a thorn in Norman side ever since Lambda, so having this bastard personally hurt one of his friends just adds fuel to the fire. Norman (& Ray) did often mention taking down Isabella & Krone back during their GF days if they wanted to escape successfully, so they have level of brutality, it's just been real lowkey. Thankfully none of the children need to get blood on their hands. They've suffered enough already.

Please never say those words with your mouth. No one in this world considers you as that.

Hell yeah Oliver, let him know what's up!! I love that he, Zack & Gillian feel so strongly about the word "dad" because of the relationship they had with Lucas. The same can be said about Ayshe & her father but I can ramble more about all that next chapter.

Favorite panel/moment:

If you've been around me for a while, then you already know how damn hilarious this panel of Norman is to me.

I mean, in context, it's pretty serious, but thanks to a silly edit I've made years ago, I can't look at this panel anymore and not laugh like an idiot. So, now's the perfect time to upgrade it from a noticeable bad edit I made in the car on my phone once upon a time to something more worthy to use every time I lose my mind.

#the promised neverland #tpn manga #182daysoftpn #chidoroki used chatter

[lloydfrontera]

the latest webcomic arc was actually my last straw as in the jokes did finally become too repetitive and the whole thing lost itself in being totally unserious. i kept thinking back to the first sort of serious and heartfelt arc with the lobster where it felt like we as readers were allowed to feel something other than 'haha funny ugly man', but this time around the whole battle felt like one slap to the face, making fun of itself and anyone invested and wanting to read something meaningful. and i never read the novel before, i only read the comic, and even then it really did feel so bad that i dropped it altogether. also i just couldn't fathom alicia and lloydʼ relationship anymore it became too weird jf849wkwkwk

yeah! going back to the start of the webcomic gives you so much whiplash cause the tone of it is just!! so much more toned down! like. it actually manages to have serious scenes that aren't undercut by jokes??? with heartfelt moments that deepen the connection with and between characters?? and awesome art that actually looks cool and badass and isn't just making fun of the characters?? it hurts to go back to the first episodes cause,, damn that's what we could've had the entire time??

the bone dragon arc was just. a complete mess. they just straight up didn't take it seriously. they made a complete joke out of the battle. which is actually one of coolest ones in the novel and has a few of the most heartfelt moments too. and the webcomic just,,,, made ugly faces and non-consensual spanking jokes.

i straight up didn't talk about it when it came out, i simply didn't have anything good to say and i was so disappointed and disillusioned i couldn't even bring myself to talk about it.

the way they are also assassinating alicia's character,,,, if i already didn't love the relationship between her and lloyd in the novel, the webcomic made me completely dislike it. i just cannot stand it anymore. i was mostly neutral before, but now i just really don't like it adjkhskfds

i just. wish more people could read the novel. it is so much better in every level possible and it doesn't deserve to be stuck with the reputation the webcomic will leave it with :')

#hey i got an ask #Anonymous

[taschamonnii]

Finding You 

You x Jane Banner (Wind River - Elizabeth Olsen) 

Angst/Fluff

Summary: Anonymous asked:

I just thought of a zombie apocalypse au. I don't really have a plot or character in mind, though i could imagine that Jane would be interesting for that considering that she's a fbi agent

I thought a bit more of the apocalypse au

It's the first time jane and the reader meet maybe in a grocery store and they aim their guns at each other and then they notice that a zombie horde is in front of the entrance and they try to flee together

I feel like that's such a bad plot I'm sorry :')

TW: 18+, light smut, Zombies (nothing too gory), Apocalypse, survival 

Here is the title song: Finding You by Kesha

Read on Ao3

AN: I’m not going to lie. I visualized the reader as Alicia Clark from FTWD. Can you imagine Jane X Alicia being badasses together and also a fine ass couple like damn yes, please! Also, I love the idea my mind took it to a place I wasn’t expecting since I got stuck and then came back to it and wanted them to have more lol Hope you like it sorry it's not exactly what you requested. 

Word Count: 2,870

Imagine This:

You have been on your own for so long now that you have lost all track of time and just live each day for survival. You are fairly certain you are somewhere in Arizona which is a huge plus compared to last year. Winter in the snow during the Zombie Apocalypse is shit.

You are wandering through a store gathering supplies to stock up for winter. You are desperately looking for a map that might lead you to find somewhere to hunker down for the coldest months. You are startled by the sound of ruffling in the next aisle and accidentally drop a box of granola bars on the ground. Just your luck! You get your gun out and head towards the noise. As you reach the end of the aisle you were in and turn out towards the next aisle a flash of blonde catches your eyes first before your focus lands on the entire person pointing a gun at you. 

It has been so long since you saw another living human that it takes you by surprise and you take a step back. Your eyes search the stranger you curse yourself because the first thing your mind notices is her dirty blonde hair and bright green eyes and how her porcelain skin is spotted with freckles. You are hopelessly gay and it has been so long since you have seen another living human at all let alone a gorgeous woman! It is not the time or place to have gay panic but you really can’t help it. Her gaze is intense and firm but she seems to also be in a bit of shock. 

You remove one hand from your gun and slowly raise it in the air while you move to holster your gun to your hip slowly “Hi, I’m y/n. I don’t want any trouble, it’s been a long time since I have seen anyone alive.” 

Jane watched your hands carefully and then followed suit holstering her gun. “Hi y/n, I’m Jane. I hope you’re right, and are indeed not, any trouble because you are the first person I have seen alive in almost a year.” 

“Nice to meet you, Jane. It’s been about a year for me as well. I was starting to think I was the last human alive around here."

"Same honestly." 

Her gaze scans you again and you feel self-conscious under her stare. You used to be fairly confident with women but this woman is not only drop-dead gorgeous she also looks like a badass. She is also the only live human interaction you have had in so long that you are scared you have forgotten how to act. 

You let your gaze take her in as well this time trying to focus on more important things than her freckles. You notice she has two guns holstered on her belt and a backpack that actually looks pretty full. She has cargo pants that fit her perfectly. There are several knives strapped to the pants. She is the most badass woman you have ever met. 

“I’m a pretty good judge of character. You look like you have done some things you wish you didn’t have to like we all have. You also look like a fighter, a survivor, which is rare in this world. I think we should help each other out for the winter. What do you think?” 

“I’m a pretty good judge of character as well. I can tell you are a badass, maybe you used to be a cop or something from the looks of you and you are definitely a survivor or you wouldn’t be here. So, I agree we should help each other out for the winter.” 

She smiled and tilted her head slightly “FBI actually.” 

You crease your eyebrows and purse your lips. “Even better. The FBI, that definitely makes you a badass. Now, does the badass know any places to hunker down? There are more supplies here but I haven’t seen anywhere suitable yet.” 

“There is an office back that way,” she points back behind her, “it has no windows and the door locks but it’s small, I was going to sleep there since it’s getting dark and search more tomorrow.”

“No windows and a locking door, that's pretty good, much better than the trunk of yet another car.”

She let out a quiet laugh and nodded and your heart melted and you had to physically hold yourself upright. The sound of her laughter is pure and wonderful and you wish you could hear it forever. You wished you could hear it unhushed but the sound even quieted is glorious. 

“Right, let's grab as much of these supplies as we can and get settled for the night looks like it’s going to rain.”

“Alright there is some food down this aisle,” you pointed to the aisle you had come from, “it does look like rain and here I thought Arizona didn’t have any weather but hot and dry but it’s cold as fuck.”

She laughed quietly as she dug into her backpack. “I know right I’m originally from Florida so the dry air here has been an adjustment,” she paused as she pulled out a Levi jacket. “Here the hoodie you have on is definitely part of why you are cold.”

You smiled as you took the jacket and quickly put it on. You had to stop yourself from closing your eyes at the warmth it offered and the lovely scent of what you think is lavender that invaded your senses with it. “Thanks, wow Florida! You’re pretty far from there, although I can’t talk. I'm originally from California but I have been all over the place.”

“Yeah, I’ve been all over the place as well. I wasn’t even in Florida when all this started, I was in Wyoming. Hmm California, really?”

“I know, shocking, I'm still alive right?”

“I just, how do you even know how to use a gun isn’t that a stereotype of Californians?”

You laugh in agreement.

“Yeah, it's a stereotype. My dad was a Marine. He taught me survival before I could talk and trained me on weapons the second I was old enough.” 

"Well all that training looks like it has paid off, you are still alive after all.”

You nodded in agreement as you both quietly gathered supplies. You both made your way to the office in the back of the store with light conversation. You couldn’t really place why but you felt safer than you ever had in your entire life just walking next to this woman. Jane had a strong essence about her while somehow also being soft and kind. You had never met anyone like her before and you were instantly drawn to her. You wanted to blame it on the fact that it had been so long since you had human interactions but it was more than that and you knew it. Jane was captivating and you wanted to know more about her and be closer to her. You recognized your feelings but didn’t want to acknowledge them. 

You looked around the small office as you followed Jane and sat the supplies you both gathered on the desk. The night was quickly approaching and you both just wanted to set up for the night, eat, and get some sleep. So that is what you did. Eating and talking casually with her, felt comfy in a way you were not sure you had ever experienced before. Sleep was something you both desperately needed and since the door was locked you decided that you could both get sleep at the same time without the need for you to take turns keeping watch. The room was just big enough to fit your two sleeping bags right next to each other in the center. 

As you lay there looking at the ceiling your mind couldn’t help but wonder. You could feel the slightest bit of warmth radiating into your sleeping bag from the side she was on and it did something to you. You blamed it on the lack of human contact yet again even though you knew it was much more than that. This stranger didn’t feel like a stranger this woman was captivating and enticing on a level you hadn’t ever experienced before. Her warmth set you on fire inside. You couldn’t stop thinking about how her skin must feel warm and soft. Soon your thoughts turn into a dream her lips on yours her body pressed close to yours no worries no apocalypse just you and her peacefully living in bliss. 

As you stirred from your slumber you could feel the weight of her body still and that is what had you quickly opening your eyes. Her dirty blonde hair was sprawled over your face her head on your chest and her arm over your abdomen. Her sleeping bag was pressed against yours and your senses were overloaded. Her heat warmed you to your core and her scent had you dazed. She made you feel whole and safe. You held your breath as she moved on top of you squeezing you in her grasp tighter. A soft yawn left her and then she frantically moved away from you in a flash and you couldn’t help the whimper that left your lips at the loss of contact. 

“Shit I’m so sorry!” 

You coughed trying to cover the whimper and sat up to face her. “No, please uh don’t apologize I well I was enjoying the human contact. It’s been a long time since I even encountered another person let alone had any physical contact.” 

You covered your face with your hands as you realized you just rambled on about being lonely. God, why did you have to be a gay disaster? You thought to yourself.

You felt her soft hands on yours and let her pull your hands from your face. “Y/N, hey, such a pretty face should not be hidden even by beautiful hands and fingers like these.” 

Your face was burning you could feel your blush even on the tips of your ears. She held your fingers in her hands. “Can I confess something to you y/n?”

You nod not trusting your words. “I feel like I have known you a long time maybe in a past life or something and from the second I saw you I have wanted nothing more but to kiss you. May I kiss you?”

You unconsciously lick your lips and lean closer to her. Your body answers for you. She accepts the movement as a yes. She meets you as you lean in and your lips press together in a firm kiss. Her lips fit perfectly with yours and they taste like home. In an instant like a flash behind your closed eyes, your dream comes back to you but it's not a dream it’s a memory. Lifetimes of memories fill your mind. Soulmates that are made for each other, who always find each other from one universe to the next. 

Your lips parted as you both let out a soft “Woah.”

“Did you just see what I saw?”

“Jane? Are we soulmates?”

“I think we are y/n or we are both seeing things and losing our minds either way I want to kiss you again.”

You couldn’t agree with her more so you leaned in and connected your lips again. This time felt different. Heat radiated from her lips and traveled through her body to yours settling low in your abdomen. You feel grounded to her but like you are both floating high. Her lips move against yours soft at first until she switched the angle and slid her tongue along your bottom lip. Your body reacts before you can even think about it. Your head spins as she slips her tongue into your mouth and you can’t help yourself as you suck on it lightly. The taste is addictive and you both moan in the back of your throats. 

MORE.

All you want is more all you can think is MORE! MORE! MORE! You want all of her and somehow you can feel her need to have all of you in the way her hands gripped the back of your neck. You break the kiss only to escape the confines of the sleeping bag and help her out of her. She doesn’t waste a moment before pulling at your clothes. You help her undress you and then you rid her of her clothes. She is always breathtaking. You only get a second to enjoy the view before she pins you down against the sleeping bags. She kisses you hard and nibbles on your bottom lip. She pulls away slowly still trapping your lip between her teeth and her eyes are just thin rings of green. She looks at you like you are everything, no, the ONLY thing in this world. 

You can’t stop your hips from grinding up against her and whimpering. She lets your lip go before moving those plump perfect lips to your neck. She sucks and bites and licks and fuck it's everything! You run your hands from her upper back to her ass. You grip her tight and pull her as close as possible making her gasp. She releases the sensitive skin of your neck and you know she’s left her mark. She knows your body and you know hers from your past lives but every time you have your first time it is always new and exciting.

She bites her bottom lip as she slots one of her legs between yours and grinds against you. The skin on skin slick heat spreading and a shared moan. Your grip on her ass tightens and she uses your shoulders to help steady herself as you force her to keep grinding down into you as you grind up against her. The friction is building your release ridiculously fast and you’d be embarrassed if you didn’t feel her long legs trembling against yours. A tale-tale sign she is just as close to the edge. You quicken the pace the edge is right there and you need the release so you can start all over again. Her grip on you tightens and her soft gasps and heavy breathing have your head spinning and you can’t stop moaning her name. The world around you is a haze you can only see her smell her feel her. Both of your hips buckle and your legs are a trembling tangled mess. Release is sweet and satisfying but it also just makes you want so much more. You move your hands from her ass to wrap around the curve of her lower back and keep her steady on top of you. Her forehead is pressed to your shoulder and her breath is still heavy on your skin and your breath is too. You hold each other catching your breath together. 

A million lifetimes endless possibilities you have met her over and over and each time she is everything. The dread you once had about living in an apocalypse is gone because you know you have her and you will see her again and again until the end of time in different worlds some probably just as bad or worse than the one you are currently in but so many that are so much better. You are filled with love, hope, and peace. She lifts her head and leans her forehead against yours softly. She breathes you in with a deep breath and you copy her. She feels the same you know she does. Oxygen enters your lungs like your first breath after being trapped underwater. She leans down and softly kisses you again and you know you get to fall into her over and over and this time you both take your time exploring each other and reaching release after release until you both are sated. 

As you sleepy lay together she gives you a soft smile and whispers against your skin. 

“I’ll keep finding you. I know forever doesn’t exist and we are probably gonna die soon surviving this apocalypse is limited, but after this life, I’ll find you in the next. When I say forever it’s the goddamn truth, I’ll keep finding, finding you.”  

A/N: Thank you for reading! I hope this finds the person who requested it and makes them happy even though I went off into left field with the original prompt lol. I am sorry I have been MIA I have a weird complicated Long Distance thing going on (basically I’m an emotional tornado and I ruin things) so that kind of affects my motivation to write, not to mention school and work. This summer has been weird and I mostly vegged out catching up on shows because I couldn’t handle doing much of anything. Anyway, I am never gone forever I always come back to fanfiction and the joy it brings me to write silly little stories like this! I am working on the Leigh Shaw mini-Series still, also a smut sequel to Say Anything with Zibby, and a new short for Our new girl Candy Montgomery because the HBO 14 sec clip has me in a chokehold!

#ELIZABETH OLSEN #JANE BANNER #WIND RIVER #FEMALE READER X JANE BANNER #ANGST #FLUFF #Smut #18+ #anon :) #anon request <3 #Find You #Kesha #imagine this #short #wlw #alycia debman carey #ftwd

[corpsebrigadier]

Affections - CorpseBrigadier

Ao3 may be down, but this will not stop me from providing piping hot Mustadio/Worker 8 content.

Part of my series of 1,000 word rarepair fics and definitely G-rated. Not terribly romantic, but Worker 8 tries.

Mirrored on my website and Dreamwidth.

Mustadio moved smoothly through the tavern--a deliberate and mechanical step that did not allow Ramza time to ask how things went or Alicia time to giggle as she pushed by with cake. The heat coming off his pale face would show crimson; he did not want it to be seen.

He cut a path to the inn's backdoor, back arched back with the confidence of a man who belonged wherever he was walking. It was only when he arrived at the stables that he let his shoulders droop. Rafa's flighty hen fluttered backwards as he approached, black down floating away from her to cling to the great steel orb that lay nestled in the straw.

He was miserable. He was alone. He was 500,000 gil poorer.

He was going to work on the damned robot.

Worker 8, for all the ill auspices of their first meeting, little minded being worked upon. As Mustadio knocked about its shell, there was a soft purr as the blue veins of its circuitry flamed back to life. When it began to rouse itself, metal limbs unfurling like a chick come out of an egg, its demeanor seemed almost friendly.

"I await your command, Master!"

"Your right arm's grinding again," Mustadio said in a flat monotone. "Your command's to hold still until I get my spanners and some oil."

---

The black chocobo had crept back--just enough to betray her curiosity--by the time Mustadio had the machine's arm off. He sat by gently filing the mechanism, a steady scrape of steel against steel as he tried to smooth out new made imperfections.

"Must've been those bandits out by Germinas. Their swordsman knocked you about pretty good."

"Entity: Swordsman knocked me about badly, Master. It was not good."

"It was good for him."

"Given that he met with 1,257 units of sterilizing heat shortly after, I do not assess the action as desirable."

Mustadio, for the first time that day, smiled spontaneously--without any hope somebody might smile back.

---

"The lubrication in the right arm is now decreasing friction 1.23 times more than in the left arm. I fear this will lead to uneven coordination of upper body tasks."

"You can just say you'd like me to do the other."

There was the thrum of something setting itself into new motion. It's eyes flashed for a second. The chocobo--Mustadio thought he recalled now it had been named Primrose--took a step back.

"I'd like you to do the other, Master."

---

It's arms were lubricated to its satisfaction: a 0.16% difference so he'd been told. Mustadio had started to do a circuit test on the mysterious globes on its back, hoping it would actually be of some benefit and that nothing would explode. He thought, as he applied the multimeter to the presumable power nodes, that exploding wouldn't be the lowest point of the day. He and the machine had some rapport there anyway.

"I can't believe it." He clicked his tongue as the reading registered. "Were men prone to reverse wire hackjobs even when the Saint walked the earth?"

"It is not my place to question the designs of any Master, Master."

"I'd question any Master setting me up for a short circuit, but you're free to question me there."

The came a whir of heat from somewhere within its casing, as if some thoughtworks piece was spinning very hard to process the statement.

"Don't question me then. Take my word for it." He patted its side as it began to slow to a gentle hum.

---

"Might I ask why I am being provided with this much attention, Master?"

Its joints were all freshly cleaned and re-oiled. The reverse polarity orb was fixed and would be much safer in doing whatever it did. Its head had been polished, and it glittered in the cast off lantern light from the streets beyond them.

"I hadn't wanted to pay much attention to anyone else the rest of the day." Mustadio bit his inner lip as he tightened a plate screw. "I made a few miscalculations."

"I am VERY GOOD at calculations, Master!"

"I'm not sure you'd have a better read on her, friend." He picked up his emery cloth and began to work on a patch of rust on its chest. "It wasn't the sort of thing you'd be good at measuring."

"What was being measured, Master?"

Mustadio looked around a moment, uncertain as to whether he was comfortable answering even with only the birds to bear audience. He sighed.

"A woman's regard."

--

He noticed, now that they'd been together for a few hours, that it had begun to mimic some human mannerisms instinctively--that it waved its hand and turned its head with a conversational ease.

"--and this 'lipstick' was supposed to measure units of 'affection'?"

"It was supposed to convey units of mine, Eight. It's not something I think you would understand."

"Affection: a quality signifying emotional preference."

Mustadio nodded. He started to put his spanners away, folding them into their leather wrap in order of size.

"This would be conveyed by the exchange of the 'lipstick.'"

Another nod. He felt very foolish now but didn't want to cut it off.

"And lipstick may be defined as..."

"It's--uh--something a one puts on their lips to look... attractive. I really don't think I can explain."

"Can you specify the originating plant for the stick, Master?"

--

Everything was packed up. The robot was as worked over as it could be. It was almost past the hour when anybody at the inn would have cold meat left to feed a lodger.

"I hope you feel in better shape now. See you in the--"

Mustadio had not quite noticed that they had reached their hands out to one another as if to shake them--not until the machine reached past his to touch his face.

He grimaced as it traced a diesel slick circle over his lips.

"Very attractive, Master!"

Mustadio laughed through the taste of grease. Worker 8's eyes fired brighter.

#final fantasy tactics #fft #mustadio bunansa #construct 8 #my fic #finally following the will of the people re: that one poll #tag: “lube as lube”

[bobbieisthebest]

Juniper (MC): What did you two do?

Jake:

Mort:

Richard: You guys aren’t in trouble, we just need to know if we have to lie to the police again or not.

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Alicia: Something’s off.

Bobbie, sarcastically: Maybe you’ve finally developed emotions and feel bad for hurting people! Maybe THIS is your redemption arc!

Alicia: No, but that’s funny.

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Mom: Did you wash the dishes?

Dad: I thought you wanted to do that...

Mom: *chuckles* You were WRONG.

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Teacher: Sit up straight.

Charles: No, I'll sit as gay as I want.

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Flick: Sometimes I worry about Juniper.

Flick: I mean, how damaged does the girl have to be, to be into someone as annoying as Jake?

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Nathan: If I came home with four ducks would you be mad?

Charles: What's in your bag?

Nathan: I think you know what's in my bag.

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*After the incident with the football*

Charles: You want to kill Sam? 

Jake hugging Juniper: Just briefly.

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Alicia: Can you please be serious for five minutes?

Bobbie: My record is four, but I think I can do it.

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Juniper: I'm always thinking about that one time I was on register for like four hours straight and I said over mic, "Someone please take over register I am about to become the Joker" and they came to relieve me faster than I've ever seen anyone relieve me before.

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Buddy: I really like these cool lights you installed.

Juniper: Actually those are police lights. Jake is getting pulled over again.

Jake: Don’t the police have anything better to do? Three people are getting mugged right over there!

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Kato: Just try

Wendy: I'll try, but I'm telling you I'll purposefully fail

Kato: How is that trying!?!

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Wendy: Without ugliness, there would be no beauty in this world. Thank you for your sacrifice, Sam.

Sam: Look here you tiny shit-

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Jake: Come on, what’s the worst that could happen?

Buddy: We could die?

Jake: Please, like that’s ever stopped us before.

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Bobbie: Not all of your life decisions have to be smart. Some can be purely for cinematic value.

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Bobbie: What disease do beekeepers get? Hives.

Kato: Hives is a skin reaction due to excess antihistamines. Not a disease.

Bobbie:

Bobbie: Hives.

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Nathan, hungover: please tell me I imagined claiming I was the king of all ducks.

Richard: Well I would, but then I would be lying to the King of all Ducks.

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Juniper: What did you guys get in your yearbook?

Flick: 'Prettiest Smile'

Richard, beaming: 'Nicest Personality'

Jake: 'Most likely to start a bar fight'

Kato: 'Least likely to start a bar fight, but most likely to win one'. Damn straight.

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Charles: I mean, yeah, I get along with my father great! Last conversation we had didn't go so well, but that was years ago.

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Jake: When we were little kids, Richard got bit by a house spider and he was crying so I went to get some stuff from Juniper’s mom to soothe and numb it, but before I could even walk out the door, I heard him quietly whisper, "I can’t handle the responsibility of being Spiderman."

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Sam: Can you be quiet?! I'm trying to think.

Kato: Don't worry. Doing anything for the first time is difficult.

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Flick: Why are you apologising for liking me back?

Kato: Because I don’t want to ruin— wait a second. Pause and rewind, what did you just say?

#growing up game #nathan prior #wendy cooke #kato ababio #sam gordon #jake fletcher #flick bowers #richard p. nelson #alicia #gug alicia #charles hoffer #bobbie grail #gug mort

[tuseranita]

i was tagged by @mocnlighted and @usertommyy (thank you so much for tagging me!) to put my spotify on repeat playlist on shuffle and post the first 10 songs that came on:

About Damn Time — Lizzo

Hypnotic — Zella Day

Double Back — Coco Jones

Hotter Than Hell — Dua Lipa

Fuego — Eleni Foureira

Higher Love — Kygo ft. Whitney Houston

Kill Bill — SZA ft. Doja Cat

Me He Pillao X Ti — Ana Mena ft. Natalia Lacunza

Girl On Fire — Alicia Keys

Kiss Me More — Doja Cat ft. SZA

tagging: @katesqecko @ariespedro @unholymilf @lexiifezco @hcneycombdaisy @chuckhansen @kolasbokinni @rachelblairy @ludowrites @usermina @userspree @afalsegcd @departea and anyone who wants to do this, just say i tagged you!

#tag games #-which is funny bc i swear i've heard some of them just once lately #-number 8 my beloved

[deeptrashwitch]

Alright, I haven't wrote in a time but I have a brainrot about my boys. So...I want to introduce my Team for now, maybe later I'll introduce eachone (including some changes I've made in two of them)

Team Charlie/Specters

Captain Alicia "Origin" Marchant: Marine Raider Regiment, hand-to-hand combat specialist

Lieutenant Luke "Harlem" Michaelis: 75th Ranger Regiment, team's mechanic

Sergeant Jackson "Doc" Blackwell: Navy SEAL (Team 5), team's medic

Sergeant Edward "Eager" Jackson: 101st Airborne Division, pilot

Corporal Noah "Cobalto" García: Navy SEAL (Team 7), demolition expert

Corporal Elijah "Delta" Wilson: 75th Ranger Regiment, recon expert

Private Nicholas "Clover" Fowlett: 101st Airborne Division, tech specialist

Private Marcus "Poison" Lombardi: Marine Raider Regiment, infantry operator

Private Elliot "Pride" Stevens: 75th Ranger Regiment, combat engineer

Private Alexander "Hawk" Christensen: Marine Raider Regiment, main team's sniper

Francis "Viper" Scott: Navy SEAL (Team 2), military cartographer

They are known inside as 75th Regiment Specters, a team created by Cpt. Marchant years after her mission in Angola with some help. She picked them personally, since she knew some of the Drill Sergeants. Heard about every one through them and learnt about their missions, later recruited into the team.

Since the very beggining they were told about the only rule Marchant had, "No one's left behind", after that they molded their own code in combat. They are efficient, quick and deadly, and that's all that their allies care about.

Also they have a coordinator and the only thing the team know about them is their nickname "Wraith". Alicia know her tho, an old friend of hers.

For everyone outside of them, they are just a good team. But reality is that after so many years, they've become a little family. Alicia care deeply for them and treat them as their own. All the boys care for her as much as she does.

There was a time when she got really bad injured during a mission (almost didn't make it), and all of them were basically feral going after the enemies seeking vengance. And the last time someone tried to use one of the boys as hostage...well, it isn't hard to imagine, is it? Marchant is feared because of a reason.

Note: Sorry if i got something wrong about the occupation of each one or about something else, i'm absolutely not a military and english is not my first language, everything came from internet, google traductor and a family member.

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Phrases (they never admit they said it)

Alicia: I'm too sober for this...why did i adopted these ten?

Luke: Back off Alexander, that's is mine! And I don't stink!

Jackson: Can you stop trying to get killed every single mission!? Damnnit!

Edward: Ya me enteré! Que hay otro acariciando tu piel!

Noah: Someone shut Eager up! I'm dying over here!

Elijah: Not in front of my salad, fucking animals

Nicholas: Get the heck outta here, i'm tired enough about your stupidity

Marcus: This bitch bite me! CAPTAIN! WHY ON GOOD GOD'S EARTH YOU RECRUITED A DAMN CANNIBAL?!

Pride: Not my fault lil' shit! You know exactly what happen when you take my things!

Hawk: Ha! I got Luke's hoodie! And God if it doesn't stink!

Viper: C'mon Clover, i don't know if i can take this anymore, i'm at the verge of a breakdown

#team charlie #call of duty #call of duty modern warfare #cod oc #cod mw2 #call of duty mw2 #cod mwii #oc #ocs #cod oc: origin #cod oc: harlem #cod oc: jackie #cod oc: eager #cod oc: cobalto #cod oc: delta #cod oc: clover #cod oc: pride #cod oc: poison #cod oc: hawk #cod oc: viper #i love my boys so much #feeling like a proud mama #i wanna hug them but i think they would kick my ass if i even try #my miltary babies #i have so many scenarios about them

[popculturebuffet]

Valentine's Superhero Wedding 2: Electric Boogalo

Yes folks, I decided to take one of my most succesful poll (and one of the few that was succesful at all ) and make it a yearly tradition. So to explain for those of you who weren't around for last year: I love wedding stories in any form of media, and I love superhero comics, so I decided to take both and mash em together, and let my patreons and myself each pick one from the very weird and wonderful halls of comicdom and let you fine folks pick one for me to review. The poll is above if you just want to jump into it but if you need a tad more context, here's a quick summary of each nominee! Wiccan (Billy Kaplan) and Hulking (Teddy Altman) (Empyre #5 and Empyre Aftermath Avengers #5): It's a classic love story: Android Boy meets Witch Girl, they fall in love, they have two children, an evil demon makes them into his baby hands, boys somehow get reincarnated back in time, boy meets other boy whose son of two aliens, they fight crime, they fall in love and then hurridely marry each other before the other boy becomes king of space. Billy and Teddy are one of the biggest queer couples in comicdom and due to a combination of weird comic aging, being out of focus for some time and general shenanigans it took the two a while to finally tie the knot as the only intresting part of a fairly dispaointing event. While said event involves Billy having ot save his husband from his grandma and also a bunch of plant men who want to do a genocide, long story that, the real focus is these two crazy kids finally getting married and getting to be happy. Not every major event comic has a gay wedding but it should damn well be a requirement. The Thing (Benjamin Grimm) and Alicia Masters (Fantastic Four #5 and Fantastic Four: The Wedding Special): Look let's be blunt here: Dan Slott's run on fantastic four was mostly a shit show, with lots of good ideas.. but the execution of a man who knows his past brilliant works have given him carte blanche to half ass it even with a job he seemed to be a perfect fit for and even while doing some of his best work AT THE SAME TIME THIS BOOK WAS PUBLISHED. But even with my bitterness toward a lot of Dan Slott's run very present.. I can't deny having Ben Grimm marry Alicia Masters was not only long overdue after a string of failed attempts to pair him with anyone else, but done beautifully. Outside of a near interpution from doom it's a wonderful wedding and the accompanying tie in nicely handles the bachelor and bachelortee festivites. The run may be .. a lot that i'll have to deal with some other day, but I can't deny one of my faviorite marvel characters got a lovely wedding. Batman (Bruce Wayne) and Catwoman (Selina Kyle) (Batman #50): This one.. is painful for me and something I avoided reading. After a year of well done build up, and one storyline with Booster Gold being character assinated I thankfully also avoided.. I found out said wedding wasn't going to happen for the very stupid reason of "batman can't be happy". I mean it is a problem for him sure.. but it'd be more intresting to explore that through the marriage than have Selina's completely destroyed character wise in this reboot best friend Holly Robinson tell her that as part of an overly complicated plan for revenge by Bane and his legion of doom consiting of girl whose doing this because reasons, Psycho Pirate, and Bruce's alternate dad. You know normally I like when comics get weird, but this is just hilariously dumb. Will this actually be a good issue despite what came before and after? Guess you'll have to vote for it because I don't know.

Yellowjacket (Hank Pym) and The Wasp (Janet Van Dyne) (Avengers #59-60):

I haven't talked about it a lot on this blog but i'm a massive fan of the Ant-Man family: Hank, Jan, Scott, Cassie, Bill, Razz Nadia, even Eric. So it's a touch weird i've never read Hank and Jan's wedding.. or maybe not given it involves hank developing a second personality who claims to have killed hank, Jan protecting him by planning to marry him, and then holding Hank to the marriage despite the fact he wasn't at all cognizant. Also snakes and crime circuses are involved. That and ya know, said marriage ended in horrible tragedy and one of the darkest moments in avengers history, but the actual wedding itsel fis messed up enough to warrant my nomination.

So vote now! Voting closes in one week from today so vote asap to see your wedding of choice get a review this valentine's season!

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[welldonebeca]

The Wolf Way (II)

Summary: Now engaged, the wolves and their bunnies want to make it official so they have to go to their girl’s hometown to make this four-way wedding happen. When their ruts arrive mid-vacation and just a day after their youngest kids are born, their stay in bunny town has to be extended. WC: 2k Warnings: Dirty thoughts, tension, fluff.

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Sam stretched his arms as he woke up from his nap, and grimaced when he realized he was just accompanied by Dean, and the girls weren't yet back.

He fished for his phone, finding it charging right by his side, and groaned when he read Dittie's text informing him of his wife and girlfriend - it was so weird to say that. Thea was his girlfriend. And not his wife yet. It was so annoying -, were whisked away to by their father for some duty he didn't quite understand.

He stood on his feet, grunting, knowing he wouldn't be able to fall back asleep with Dean's snoring, and moved to their bags, knowing it was best to just unpack.

Sam stopped surprised, however, when he heard a knock by their door.

"Just a minute," he grunted, and left their stuff aside, still rubbing his eye as he walked to see who it was.

The moment he opened the door, he frowned. It was... Artemis? Alicia?

He could barely remember all the names, and he was too tired, honestly.

"Good evening!" she exclaimed, sounding far too excited, and raised a tray. "I brought you a snack."

Sam blinked a bit, and yawned as he recognised the cut-up fruits.

"Thank you," he spoke slowly. "Uh..."

"Ariel," she told him quickly,  smiling largely, and moved her fingers to twirl her hair when he picked the tray from her hands.

He nodded, and waited for her to leave, but the little bunny - who looked a lot like the girls, now that he was looking at her for real - bit her lower lip.

"May I come in?" she offered. "I wanna know if you liked it."

Sam blinked a little confused, looking at the fruit. It was all cut in cute shapes, hearts, circles, stars and... bunny ears? Okay.

"Uh..." he looked for words.

Was that a custom? He should respect their customs and traditions, right?

"Sure," he stepped back. "Sit anywhere, I'll just brush my teeth."

The bedroom was very big, and it had a window seat that he certainly would try to find so that they could put in their new house - there was no way they were going to survive much longer with five kids and four adults in a house as small as theirs - and she chose to sit there, looking around very happily as he walked to the bathroom.

Fuck, he was so damn tense. He could feel the knots in his muscles here and now. Damn, the driving really had done a number on him.

Ariel giggled at his greeting, holding the bowl of fruit he had placed over the desk.

"I've never seen a wolf before," she announced, looking excited. "You're so big."

Sam blinked in surprise.

"Thank you?' he answered, unsure of what to say.

She looked positively enchanted, giggling again.

"You know, our mamas used to always warn us about wolves like you," Ariel told him.

"Really?" he asked.

"Yes," she nodded. "Mama Cris was always teasing me, Thea and Dittie."

Sam blinked, a little confused.

"Only you three?" he asked.

Ariel shrugged.

"We are her only three," she exclaimed. "I mean, she is everyone's mama, but we are the only one who... you know... came out of her."

He nodded slowly. Oh, then that was why she looked so much like them!

"You know, it is kind of funny over at our home," he glanced at Dean. "Regardless of the mum, the genetics are the same. It's the fun part of dating twins, I guess."

Ariel pouted.

"Papa Blue still thinks I'm not ready to head out," she rolled her eyes, groaning. "Which is stupid, cause I know what I'm doing. I'm ready!"

Sam moved awkwardly on his feet.

"I'm sure he knows what he is doing," he assured her, trying to look for good advice. "You are still young. You have all the time of your life. It's good to wait before having some experiences."

He walked to her, and picked the bowl with the fruit, hoping the subject had died, but Ariel wasn't done.

"Thea and Dittie have only been gone for a few years and this is the second time they are pregnant!" she whined and touched her lower belly, rubbing on it. "I know I could be a good mama."

Sam felt himself nearly choking on a piece of strawberry, trying hard not to imagine what it would be like. Fuck, Ariel was probably a virgin. When they met, the girls already had their own experiences.

He stepped back quickly when he felt his cock wake up, quickly moving his thoughts away.

Nope. He already had two bunnies, he had no need for a third one.

"You know," she glanced at his crotch, and he quickly lowered the bowl, trying to hide his traitor body. "I haven't even had a boyfriend yet. I just want the first guy I meet to be the one who wants to mate with me for life."

Sam gulped again, trying to take his mind away from it, trying not to imagine himself as that guy. He loved his wives and wasn't interested in a third one. But fuck, she smelt so good... It was like the first he had smelt Dittie and Thea, the smell of an unmated Omega bunny.

"You should go," he spoke quickly.

Yes, yes, that was a good idea.

"We need to unpack and shower," Sam explained. "Thank you for the snack."

Ariel stood up, but instead of leaving, she simply moved closer to him and took the bowl from his hands, putting it aside.

"It could be you," she offered, perking her small chest, and he sucked in a breath through his mouth when he realised she wasn't wearing a bra, and they were nearly out of her top.

Ariel jumped and grabbed his shoulders, and Sam was quick to move his head back before she could.

"No," he pushed her away, stepping back, trying to put distance between the two of them. "Ariel, I'm married."

"Come on," she whined. "It's no big deal!"

Sam shook his head.

"It is a big deal!" he protested. "It is a big deal to me."

Ariel scoffed.

"You are an Alpha!" she rolled her eyes. "You should want another Omega, especially now that Dittie and Thea are huge and fat!"

Sam's mouth fell open in shock.

"What?" he repeated.

"I'm hot and a virgin!" she insisted.

He saw red, now infuriated, and grabbed her arm, lifting her up and practically carrying her as he walked out.

"Your father is right," he grunted. "You are immature and a fucking brat."

"What's happening?" Dean asked, and he looked back, realizing his brother had gotten up.

"Ariel here decided to seduce us," he turned to him, angered.

His brother looked surprised, a little impressed, and Sam scoffed.

"Seduce us?" he repeated.

"Apparently, we need another Omega now that our wives are huge and fat."

Any amusement that had been on his brother's face faded, and Dean stared at her with pure anger.

Ariel squirmed, trying to get out of his grip.

"Dean, he is overreacting," she tried to argue.

None of them answered, and she chuckled.

"What are you gonna do?" she insisted. "Punish me?"

Sam watched as she batted her eyelashes and pouted, trying, though not hard, to act as if that wasn't exactly what she wanted.

"Us?" Dean asked. "No. But I know of someone who will."

Her eyes widened, but she didn't have time to say anything as Sam dragged her out of the room, stepped to the living room and stopped once he found Papa Blue sitting on the couch with Dittie and Thea.

Ariel whined, and he put her down in front of him.

"Your daughter came into our room to try and seduce us," he told Blue. "And offended our wives in the process."

Thea and Dittie rolled their eyes, and Papa Blue looked at Ariel with a disappointed and angry look on his face.

"Ariel!" he spoke, far too calm. "Why did you do that?"

"Because that is what she always does," Thea scoffed. "She steals and ruins our clothes, breaks our perfume bottles, plays with our makeup... and nothing ever happens."

He looked at her, surprised, and Dittie pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Oh, yeah, she was early this time," she sighed. "I still remember her rubbing herself on... what's his name, Thea? Your first boyfriend?"

Ariel squirmed, ready to dash out, but Dean kept her in place.

"I don't remember his name anymore," Thea scoffed. "But it was ridiculous. He was so embarrassed."

Sam turned his gaze to Papa Blue, who didn't look any happy.

"You have to do something about this," Dean insisted to him.

Blue sighed.

"Ariel, you are going to spend the rest of their stay here working in the gardens," he told her. "When they leave, we will find you a good job that will build you some character."

She started whining, and Sam pinched the bridge of his nose in annoyance.

"Sam, Dean," his father-in-law looked at them. "I deeply apologize for my daughter's behaviour."

"It's not fair!" Ariel protested in a shout.

Everyone's eyes turned to her.

"We have to fight to keep a bunch of tiny babies alive," she protested. "And they go out and have three babies that are literally double the size of the biggest baby we ever had in our family!"

Sam looked at her, surprised.

"I just wanna have big babies too! I wanna have good babies! I want good genes too!"

He blinked, completely confused, and Blue's face hardened.

"I don't want to hear another word of it," he told his youngest. "Now go before I make your punishment worse."

Ariel stormed out, and Papa Blue looked at them with heavy embarrassment on his face.

"What was that?" Dean asked.

Sam was ready to correct him, to remind him that the two of them were outsiders and shouldn't ask questions.

"We have a 50/50 child mortality rate here," Thea confessed.

Both him and Dean looked at her explanation.

"We actually lost a lot of siblings," she told him. "And... well, what can I say? It hurts and we don't know a lot about why it happens."

"There is a team studying this situation," Blue told them. "It's why we kind of stopped having kids after Ariel. We lost four children who were born that same week and she was the only one left."

Sam's shoulders fell in a little bit of defeat.

He still remembered how the girls were always hovering over the pups, never leaving them alone. It was the reason they never spent the night in the nursery and only napped there, the reason they were never out of their sight until their 1st birthday. There was always an air around the girls, as if they were waiting for something bad to happen.

And it never did, of course.

"We didn't know," his brother whispered.

"Well, what is losing fifty kids when you already have another fifty?" Blue asked, looking like he was trying not to show his pain.

Fifty. Fifty kids.

Sam was terrified of losing any of his children.  He couldn't imagine not having the twin and Mary around.

"We didn't think you two would understand," Dittie sighed.

He knelt in front of them with Dean by his side, and they all fell into a tight group hug.

"I'll go check on Ariel," their father announced.

The girls scoffed, and Sam chuckled.

"Don't act like you aren't that bratty too," he squeezed their thighs playfully. "We all know how you get when you can't have something you want."

They both raised identical eyebrows at them.

"What, do you two want to spend the next week in the gardens too?" Thea asked.

They gulped, shutting up, and the girls giggled.

"Dinner is almost ready," Dittie told them. "Come one, you can help set the table. It is work for four people."

Sam followed them as they walked to the kitchen, a little relieved, but still bothered. The itch was still there, he didn't understand why, but he knew something was about to happen.,

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REMINISCE-2

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I woke up with the worst hangover I've EVER had, memories of last night hazy and fragmented. Once that second tequila shot hit, it was all downhill from there. I could feel the nausea building up, so I rushed to the bathroom, bent over the toilet, and let it all out.

Just as I was throwing up, I heard a knock on the door, followed by Nia's voice.

"Shay, oh my gosh, you got messed up last night," she exclaimed, bursting into laughter and coming to my aid, holding my hair in a ponytail and rubbing my back.

"Babe, that Hennessy did a number on you," she remarked, trying to ease the situation.

"Wait... I had Hennessy? Damn, you know what dark liquor does to me. Why would you let me do that?" I groaned, realizing my poor decision.

Nia chuckled and handed me a wet washcloth to clean up my mouth. "No, that's what ALL liquor does to you. But listen, when you and Henny team up, there's no separating you two. I tried to take that bottle away from you five times last night, and you threatened to fight me five damn times, girl!"

She held up her hands, forming the number five, emphasizing the sheer determination I had displayed.

"Now, I can handle myself, but unless it's some disrespectful shit or someone throws the first punch, I'm not getting involved. And you were out your mind drunk, so I wasn't about to embarrass you like that. We all know how aggressive you can get when you're wasted."

Nia laughed as she left briefly, returning with a bottle of Pedialyte from my mini-fridge.

"Please tell me I didn't do anything stupid last night. You know I can't remember a thing," I pleaded, desperate to piece together the night's events.

She made a face and said, "Oh, girl, you did some crazy shit last night."

"Dang it, Nia, what did I do?" I anxiously asked, bracing myself for the answer.

She took out her phone and showed me a clip from The Atlanta Shade Girls.

Terry: "Well, well, well, it looks like playboy Carmelo Hayes has himself an admirer, and she made quite the statement at Club LOTE last night."

Alicia: "Mhmm, while we were recording our PSA for Club LOTE with Mr. Hayes, this mystery woman managed to bypass security and, well, you've got to see it for yourself."

The video cut to a scene of a woman wearing the exact outfit I had on last night, boldly approaching Carmelo and kissing him in front of everyone.

Terry: "Baby, I don't know about y'all, but I applaud this girl."

Terry commended me for doing what every girl in Atlanta had dreamed of doing with Carmelo—whether it was sleeping with him or just planting a kiss.

Alicia chimed in, "Well, she didn't do much, to be honest. Shit, he should've pressed sexual harassment charges. She was probably just some weirdo fan. But what would Leanna think? They've been getting extra cozy lately. They were even spotted together at Roc South Cuisine a few days ago."

Terry defended the mystery woman, saying, "Alicia, come on now. It was just a harmless kiss."

Alicia countered, "So you're telling me if a guy came up to you, grabbed you, and kissed you without even knowing his name, that wouldn't be sexual harassment? I don't know where you draw the line."

Terry sighed and reluctantly agreed.

Terry: "Okay Alicia, I get your point but I'm sure she was just drunk as hell and ended up having that liquid courage, something that we ALL have gone through. But in a sense you are right. She better be lucky that he didn't press charges on her. Let alone let Leanna be in attendance."

Alicia starts to lightly fan herself with her hand.

Alicia:" Wooo, Chile. Well, Whoever this mystery woman is, she better watch her back! Leanna DOES NOT play about what's hers."

Nia turned her phone off after the video ended and looked back at me.

"Ughhhh...Ni, Alicia was so right. He could've filled harassment charges on me."

I began to face palm myself in agony and embarrassment.

I felt my back getting caressed by Nia. This situation was so embarrassing, I had no choice but to let out a few tears. Like he would ever be with someone like me, let alone remember me.

"Well, baby girl he didn't. Shit you never know, he could've liked it. Hell even loved it. Y'all don't know each other like that so in this case, it's alright."

I heard every word Nia said and I agree with her but there are things she doesn't know about Carmelo and I that I never told her. One Main reason is that he doesn't remember me.

Well, it looks like I'm not stepping out of my place any time soon.

*Belong to you-song*

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Carmelo

"BRO! Wake up!"

I feel something soft come across my face multiple times before realizing what it was and what was happening. I opened my eyes to see Trick with a pillow in his hand and his phone in another.

"Melo, you need to look at this, ASAP!"

I sit up and stretch my arms and legs before rubbing my eye, still halfway asleep.

"Bro, it's 9:00 am, what's the issue?"

"Terry and Alicia are talking about your little spontaneous moment with that girl last night."

He passed me his phone as the video was playing on it.

Terry: "Well, Well, Well, it looks like playboy Carmelo Hayes, has got himself a little admirer and she made that statement at Club LOTE last night."

Alicia: "Mhmm, as we were recording our PSA for Club LOTE with Mr. Hayes; a mystery woman was able to get past security and well, why don't you see for yourself."

The video then cuts to the mystery woman coming up to me & kissing me. I'm not going to lie, the kiss was amazing; but for some reason I felt a sense of familiarity. I couldn't pin point it and I definitely couldn't show that I enjoyed it because of the circumstance.

Terry: "Baby, I don't know about y'all, but I commend homegirl."

Alicia: "I mean, she really ain't do none. Shit, he SHOULD'VE pressed sexual harassment charges on her. She probably was just a weirdo fan but what would Leanna think about all of this? You know they have been getting EXTRA cozy with one another lately; seeing as though they were out with each other just a couple of days ago, at Roc South Cuisine.

Terry: "Now Alicia, You know you're wrong for that. It was just a harmless kiss.

Alicia: So you're telling me, if a Niggah come up to you, grab you and then kiss you and you don't even know their name is NOT sexual harassment, then I truly don't know where the line draws.

Terry: Okay Alicia, I get your point but im sure she was just drink as hell and ended having that liquid courage, that we ALL have gone through. But in a sense you are right. She better be lucky that he didn't press charges on her. Let alone let Leanna be in attendance."

Alicia starts to lightly fan herself with her hand.

Alicia:" Wooo, Chile. Whoever this mystery woman is, she better watch her back! Leanna DOES NOT play about what's hers."

I turn the video off before hanging the phone back to Trick.

"Man, I don't know what all that shit was about but it's nothing man."

I said it felt like nothing but deep down I couldn't get her out of my mind. She seemed very familiar and I couldn't put the name with the face. I've been thinking about her all night.

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