#spotting Bobby in the masses

[kiwiplaetzchen]

#Hogwarts Legacy #Sebastian Sallow #Sebastian Sallow ai #aiArt #my my 💚 #standing all tight and sturdy #like a good bloke #spotting Bobby in the masses #and Bobby spotting him #maybe Bobby was holding a balloon #in a certain shape #of a horse #we will never know #Bobby's lips are full of white stuff #from the balloon powder #because he had to blow them #are we having a dirty mind again? #my my~ #Bobby may have an air kink

[plutoswritingplanet]

Ring Of Fire (Lucifer x Female!Reader)

a/n: again, no one asked for this, but i've been rewatching supernatural and there is something about season 5 Lucifer that just hits the spot for me. this one will be multiple chapters (i swear), a bit on the darker side. Cross-Posted on AO3

Warnings: Dub-Con (nothing too scandalous), Soulmates (but not really), follows season 5 storyline, Kinda Depressing, Strongly Inspired by "Preacher's Daughter" by Ethel Cain

Summary: Knowing God has an actual plan for you would be comforting for most people. You, however, seem to be always down on your luck.

PT.2

The foliage is damp with the night's air, water seeping into the fabric of your jeans, as you sit in the low bushes, watching. Smoke still fills your lungs, and grief still fills your heart, Jo and Ellen's faces etched just beneath your eyelids. Tears stain your cheeks, drying slowly on your skin, forming an uncomfortable crust. It's been such a long time since you've experienced loss such as this. One that rips something out of you and refuses to give it back. You must've grown too comfortable since Dean has been brought back, life needed to bring you back down. Your hands hurt from the tight grip you hold on a branch of a nearby tree, nerves locking you in place, as you watch Dean approach the Devil. Except, you're not there anymore. 

It's warm inside Bobby's home, and you've changed out of your past outfit, scattering it on the floor, never to be used again. Still, you can feel phantom moisture on your knees, elbows, on the palms of your hands. Coldness, like nothing you've ever experienced, seeps deep into your bones, taking root within you. No candle, no prayer, no ancient exorcism can cleanse you of the revelations you've seen tonight. Your head feels heavy, when you drop it onto the pillow, as if some weight is pressing you further down, through the comforter, through the bed and the wooden floor. Through all the layers of Earth, until you're right where you're supposed to be. 

It's unfortunate, you thought back then, compelled to reveal yourself from your hideout by one command you couldn't ignore, he looks just like any human. Tall and lean, with a little softness to his body. His clothes were unassuming as well, casual. As if he just took a stroll through the woods from a supermarket. No one told you the name of his vessel, who he was before he said yes, why did he do it. His eyes were ordinary as well. Blue and gray, aged, tired. Human.

It would've been so easy to pass him on the streets, not knowing. He could've been one of the patrons in the countless bars you've visited while on the hunt. Handsome, yes, with an aura of a beaten dog around him, that, in any other circumstances would've made him irresistable to you. You could never refuse a hopeless case, now you supposed you knew why. 

Sam made you tea. It sits untouched on your night stand, steam flowing in dancing ribbons into the ceiling. Somehow, you can't seem to force yourself to drink it, even if you know the intention behind it has been kind. You couldn't eat as well, the smell of cooking coming from Bobby's kitchen reminded you too much of the smell of smoke coming from the exploding hardware store. And his smell. 

Burning coals, cedar wood, jasmine, all of them were pleasant once. Now, you know they will always be stuck in your head with only one association. Lucifer. 

Even thinking of his name brings a wave of shivers running down your back, as you curl into yourself on the bed. Your fingers scratch at skin of your jaw, trying to regain some sense of autonomy. Still, you can feel a phantom of his icy touch, where he grabbed your face like his hands were meant for it. And in a way they were. At least, that's what he told you. 

The demons gathered around the mass grave didn't even react, as you ran out of your cover, pushed to reveal yourself by the sight of Dean's flying body. Because how else would he coax you out, if not through the hurt of your boys? In hindsight, you were glad Dean was unconscious for the most part of this ordeal. After the night's events, it was hard to look him in the eye, you didn't need him witnessing your downfall over your head as well. Sam tried to make his way over to you, feet sliding cautiously through the grass, but suddenly Lucifer's eyes were on you, and you could feel your fate get sealed then and there. 

He clasped his hands in front of him, pursing his lips as he took you in, cowering on the ground, trying hard to find Dean's pulse. 

- You boys brought me a gift - he mused, eyes crinkling with some strange emotion - You shouldn't have. 

One gesture later, you're up on your feet, limbs trembling as he abandoned his shovel in favor of making his way towards you. You're frozen, fear seizing you in a tight grip, and you can't seem to think straight, as you watch him approach. Last day on Earth, you muse, life flashing before your eyes, when he raises both his hands. And then he grips your face, gentle yet confident, and the world around you spins. He's cold, so cold it's unnatural. Your lips fall apart in a silent gasp. 

- Do you know who you are? - he asks in a quiet voice that suddenly makes you understand why he's temptation incarnate - Do you know why you were put on this Earth?

All you can do is stare, confusion creasing your eyebrows. His breath reaches your collarbones, as he lowers his head slightly. You can hear him chuckle to himself. The sound makes you shudder, fear and anticipation mix within your gut. 

- All those years of hunting, struggling... - your life seems so trivial, coming from his lips - It all lead you here, to me. Doesn't that sound lovely?

It doesn't. It most definitely doesn't. Tears of confusion prick at the corners of your eyes, your breathing quickens. Panic settles into your nerves like a paralyzing blanket. Because here stands a threat of magnitude you couldn't even dream of. The Satan, the Devil, Bible's biggest villain. And he knows something about you, that you cannot comprehend. 

- It's really quite pathetic, when you think about it - he muses, hands leaving your face in a flash, as he starts to pace in thought.

Swaying in your place, you risk looking at Sam, his confusion mirroring your own. Dean is still unconscious beside him. There's a thin smudge of blood running down his forehead, and you want to move so badly. You've spent years caring for these boys, being there for them, whenever they needed you. Yet, at this crucial moment all you can do, is stare in horror.  

- My Father's last ditched attempt - Lucifer turns to you with a tight smile that doesn't reach his eyes - To give me my own special little bag of worms. To own, to care for, to change my mind. 

- What?

Your own voice sounds foreign to your ears. Lies. Those had to be lies. He's Satan after all, manipulation was his forte. Yes, that had to be it. Just another, messed up way at getting an upper hand over Sam. 

This time, you nearly scream when he advances towards you, his cold hands immediately finding purchase on your face, covering your jaw and your cheeks. He presses against your face so hard, you have to take a step back as he comes closer still. Sam's figure flashes out of the corner of your eye, and suddenly you feel the rough surface of a tree bark digging into your back. 

- You - for the first time you can hear some tension in his voice, something more than cold indifference - You were made for me, Honey. Just like Sam is destined to be my vessel, you're destined to be by my side. To own, to care. - he repeats those words like a mantra, and you want to throw up at how genuine he sounds.

He smiles at your terror. Tears start to flow freely from your eyes, falling on his cold fingers, skipping down his arms in smudges. His hands start to move, a perversion of a caress, as he ruffles your hair. Your head bounces off the tree, and you try with all your might to free yourself out of his grip. Your limbs flail at your sides, and you crane your neck so far back, your muscles start to strain. He doesn't let go, pressing himself closer, one of his hands coming up to grip your hair. Your nails dig into his cotton shirt, as you push against his chest to no avail. 

- No - you whisper, your rejection falling flat against his unaffected stare - I'd never...

- See, but that's the best part - his sudden enthusiasm scares you deeper, than any passive stare ever could. - Unlike Sam...

You backpedal into the tree again, as he leans closer still. His cold breath mixes with your short, panicked ones, and your stomach churns, when he tilts his head in curiosity, as if he's experiencing this intimacy for the first time. And in a way, you suppose he is. Then, his eyes meet yours, gray captivates you, and you hold your breath on instinct.

- You don't have to say yes to me. 

You're not even allowed the decency of taking a gasp of air, when his lips press into yours. It feels beyond weird. He's unnaturally cold, and there is a sort of unpracticed sloppiness in the way he fights for your mouth to fit against each other. Reminding you of your first, inexperienced romances, he smashes your faces together until you feel both sets of your teeth through the flesh. Then, he pulls back just a smidgen, taking in your terrified face. Something flashes through his expression, and he sighs, leaning back towards you, stopping just short of your left ear. 

- Kiss me like you mean it, or I'll make Dean eat his intestines. 

He looks at you, just once, letting you know this is not a game. Your heart stops. 

Dean's unconscious body starts to move by the tree, and never in your life have you felt so helpless. So, when Lucifer unavoidably leans back down, you give him all you've got. Your body arches, hands come up to his hair, and you will yourself not to feel grossed out by the feeling of his cold tongue slipping past your teeth. It's a fight for survival, you remind yourself, as his hands move to your back, rubbing your skin like a horny teenager in a bathroom stall. The short supply of air you've been granted runs out quickly, and as pressure builds in your lungs, you start to push against the Archangel's chest. He doesn't register what you're doing, not at first, confusing your sudden unwillingness as some sort of late attempt at rebellion. That is, until you bang your fist against his shoulder, letting out a muffled scream. 

Finally, he detaches himself, hair even more disheveled than before. You take a heaving gasp of air, as you brace yourself against the tree, your vision swimming ever so slightly. Lucifer watches you, his body hunched over, as if he's observing some middle schooler's science project. There are new tears in your eyes, just waiting to fall. Your hair is disheveled and your lips are puffy from his unpracticed assaults. His right hand comes up to his face, and he bites on his index finger in thought. 

- You really are human - he muses to himself, and with every fiber of your being, you try to explode his head with your brain - That's no fun, you'll break so easily...

- Fuck you - your words make his eyebrows raise, and he straightens out with a flourish.

- Fuck you - he repeats, mocking your tone - Yeah, I probably will - you watch, disgusted, as he sends a wink towards Sam.

Then, he's back to his shovel, back to his mass grave, where he completes the ritual. 

You can't move, not really, even when Sam tugs on your shoulder. Your head runs empty, realization of your current predicament far from registered in your brain. You stay frozen in your spot, when Castiel arrives, taking the three of you back to Bobby's house. Only, when the Angel's hand pushes against your rib cage, only when you feel Enochian symbols burn into your bones, do you lift your gaze. Apologetic doesn't really cover the way Castiel looks at you, and the pity painted on his face drags you down more than any Devil could.  

Sam is the only one to truly understand, when you fall to the floor, shock, anger and dread spilling out of you like a broken faucet. He's the only one that truly knows how it feels to have your bodily autonomy stripped away by the literal Devil. How it feels to have a threat of such magnitude hanging over you, every day. Which is why, he's the one to lift you in his arms, and get you to the guest room, lead away by the concerned glances of the rest of the men. He's the one to make you tea, bring you fresh clothes. He opens the window when the smell of dinner makes you retch. And finally, he's the one to explain, what really happened back on that hill to the rest of the group.

From your fetal position on the bed you can hear Dean curse, throw something somewhere. All the ways he knows, how to show he cares. Despite everything, it makes you smile, face pressed to the pillow that smells like cigarette smoke and beer. You're doomed. There's nothing you can do against God's plan, and you can feel that thought take root in you like an invasive species ready to destroy every crop in it's path. Still, despite it all, a sense of security falls upon you like a decieving blanket. 

- What sort of a messed up game is this? - Dean screams somewhere in the house, you assume it's at Cass, the only one even remotely aware of your destiny. 

The idea, that God made you specifically to be Satan's personal therapist sounds far fetched at best, but given how the last couple of months have been going, you're more inclined to believe in the absolutely worst scenarios. You don't even need to hear Castiel's response. The sound of glass breaking is telling enough. Then, a door slamms somewhere, and the house falls into heavy silence.

You can't think. Can't allow yourself to fall apart more than you've had already. So, you focus on the sound of your own breathing, interlinked with your heartbeat. Steady, alive. Your eyelids are heavy, eyes burn with drying tears, so you close them and sigh. Exhaustion pinns you in place, sinking you into the blankets. Darkness welcomes you like a long lost friend.

Your boys will find a way, they always do. And Lucifer can't find you, not with the wards Castiel has put on you. You'll have to thank him i the morning, you think, and it's the last conscious thought you have, before slipping into sleep, shivering like an abandoned child. 

#my writing #supernatural #lucifer x reader #supernatural x reader #supernatural fanfiction #spn lucifer #spn #spn x reader #spn lucifer x reader #supernatural lucifer x reader #there will be three more parts so treat this an introduction #and there will be smut in the future #also some dark themes but yall know me i can't write anything else #anyways someone talk to me about season 5 or ill explode

[lerchicken]

I've noticed that no one writes tkl headcans on Smiling Critters.

So I decided to fix the situation!

🌙CATNAP💜

Lee:40% Ler:60%

LER:

°Will tease you.

°Lee will wrap himself in his tail (Or in a blanket) And you will be tickled.

°Will tickle Lee until lee cries.

°Favorite Lee:DogDay, Bubba Bubbaphant and Bobby BearHug.

LEE:

°Has hysterical laughter

°Will try to push Ler away

°Will spin like a caterpillar

°Ticklish areas: legs, sides, neck and ears.

🌞DOGDAY 🧡

Lee:50% Ler:50%

LER:

°Usually tickles Lee when he/she doesn't want to wake up.

°Will play with Lee by bouncing on him/her.

°Loves tickling very much

°Usually tickles if someone is scared.

LEE:

°Will beg for mercy from Ler.

°CatNap likes to tickle VERY DogDay.

°He has a heavenly laugh.

°Ticklish areas: Belly, legs, tail and back.

🌈CRAFTYCORN🌼

Lee:70% Ler:30%

LER

°Be very embarrassed to tickle Lee.

°Doesn't tickle well, but still tickles well

°She likes to paint on Lee's body.

°Quickly find ticklish spots Lee

LEE:

°Blushes quickly

°Has a very loud laugh

°Tries try to run away.

°Ticklish areas: Ears, horn, chest, hooves and thighs.

🐻BOBBYBEARHUG ❤️

Lee:60% Ler:40%

LER:

°Usually tickles when Lee is sad

°Can hug and tickle Lee

°Merciless Ler.

°Will run after Lee

LEE:

°Her laughter is very cute.

°Quickly turn into a giggling ball.

°A little tail wags.

°Ticklish areas: Ears, Ribs and neck.

🐘BUBBA BUBBAPHANT💡

Lee:20% Ler:80%

LER:

°Less ticklish

°But it's still ticklish

°Tickles with the trunk

°Loves tickling

LEE :

°Has a quiet but heavenly laugh

°Will run from the Ler

°It will turn into a giggling mass.

°Ticklish areas: Ears, tail, knees, and thighs.

💦KICKINCHICKEN💛

Lee:90% Ler:10%

LER :

°Usually tickles to humiliate Lee

°Won't miss a pun

°It will always remind you that Lee is afraid of being tickled.

°But he is very afraid of being tickled.

LEE :

°Blushes quickly

°His laughter looks more like a cackle (Logical).

°He has an INCREDIBLY ticklish belly! Even the slightest touch makes him laugh loudly.

°Ticklish areas: Belly, navel, legs and ribs.

🐰HOPPYHOPSCOTCH💚

Lee:60% Ler:40%

LER:

° Believes that tickling is only for children.

°Usually tickles to humiliate or to take the ball.

°Giggles evilly while tickling Lee.

°But in fact she is very afraid of tickling.

LEE:

°Instantly turns into a giggling puddle.

°Her laughter ranges from giggles to screams to tears in her eyes.

° He will press his ears back and beat his paws on the floor. (BITCH THIS LOOKS SO CUTE!).

° Ticklish areas: Belly, paws, ears and ribs.

🍎PICKYPIGGY🐷

Lee:40% Ler:60%.

LER:

°Will tickle Lee everywhere.

°Loves to poke Lee's stomach with his snout. (IT'S SO CUTE!).

°Kisses often, causing tickling.

°He will run around Lee and squeal joyfully.

LEE:

°Always hides her face or closes her mouth.

°He will roll on the floor and squeal loudly with laughter.

°He will beg for mercy and even bribe Ler.

°Ticklish areas: tail, chin, legs and sides.

(Sorry for the English, if you see this post, please make art, fanfiction and headcanons!)

#poppy playtime #poppy playtime chapter 3 #smiling critters #smiling critters tickling #first post #tickling content

[delopsia]

"Can I take the blindfold off yet?"

"Not yet," Bob's gently urging you forward again, one arm curled around your waist. Not letting you stray too far as he guides you through what you assume is an open field. Long, wet grass squishes beneath your shoes, the blades long enough to tickle at your exposed ankles.

When Bob had told you that he had a date planned for today, walking blindfolded through a field was not on your list of possibilities. Up until you caught Natasha and Bradley snickering as you climbed into Bob's passenger seat, you'd been expecting something simple. A dinner date, a visit to the arcade, a romantic walk on the beach, hell, an afternoon at the Hard Deck.

But the longer you tread through this grass, the more lost you become. Surely a picnic date wouldn't involve a blindfold, but the only other thing you can think of is... "Are we going to the lake?"

Bob's chuckle is the clearest thing you've heard since he led you out of the car. "Not quite," and despite not being able to see a damn thing, you can feel his eyes on you, "but I'm sure you'll be able to see it from where we'll be."

"Are you making me go hiking?"

His lips press to your cheek, fighting another laugh. "Nope."

All of a sudden, you're stopping. Bob's letting go of you, and all of a sudden, you're alone in this big, dark world. Teetering on your own two feet, unsure of what to do or where you are.

But then he's back. Reaching behind your head, untying the blindfold, and letting it fall from your eyes without another word.

"There you are," he murmurs, hands falling to your jaw, guiding you to meet his eye. Blue as the sky and twinkling with the same excitement they held when he covered your eyes in the Hard Deck parking lot. "Ready?"

You don't know if you are, but you're nodding your head anyways.

He turns his head to the left at that, gazing off at something you've yet to see. That big, dopey smile on his face has your curiosity piquing, turning to figure out what he's looking at.

It's...a massive basket?

Laying in the grass on its side, attached to a mass of blue and white checkered material. Familiar faces meander around it; Reuben and Mickey are lifting a portion of the material off the ground, exposing a massive hole that's gradually filling with air. Jake and Bradley are bickering about something regarding the basket, toying with something metal that doesn't seem to be responding to their efforts.

A hot air balloon.

"Who's flying..." but you don't get to finish your sentence because Bob grins at you, his cheeks pink.

"Remember when I told you I could fly things that aren't planes?" He chirps, fighting to speak through his smile.

"Bob, how does this work again?" Bradley calls out, and off goes Bobby, meticulously setting everyone back into the right order of how things are done. Diligent as he gets the balloon filled with air and off the ground.

His friends fall into place under his careful instruction, almost as if they've all done this before. Practiced before the real thing. It takes you a minute to notice them, but you spot Natasha and Javy lounging on a blanket not far away. Nursing drinks they've fished out of a cooler and enjoying the sight of five men fumbling with a giant balloon.

"They've done this four times so far," Nat hums when you're within earshot, "you would think they would have figured it out by now."

But they must recall some bit of what Bob has taught them because the next thing you know, you're clinging to Bob's side as the basket lifts off the ground for the first time. Eyes squeezed shut as if opening them will cause you to fall out. Can feel the way the balloon climbs higher and higher into the sky, the excited calls of Bob's friends drifting away until you can no longer hear them.

His arm tightens around you, bringing you into his soft, warm chest, the tip of his nose bumping into your forehead, "you're okay," he murmurs, "I'm not gonna let anything happen to you."

It still takes you a moment to get your eyes open. But when you do, you don't think you'll ever be able to close them again.

You can see everything.

The parking lot, the baseball park, the forest surrounding the field you lifted off from, and the big, blue ocean in the distance. So high in the air that even the cars on the road are nothing more than colorful dots. Everything so microscopic and far away that you have to squint to see them.

If you really focus, you think you can see Jake and Bradley's trucks loosely following the balloon. Ready to catch it and pack it away once you land.

"What do you think?" You can hardly hear Bob over your own thoughts. "Still scary?"

"So long as you don't let go of me," your voice wavers as you reach for the edge of the basket. Daring to cling to it and peer down at the land hidden below. All places you've been to more times than you can count but never realized how it could have looked from above. "Since when could you fly a balloon?"

Bob's first attempt at answering is covered up by the sound of the burner, sending heated air up into the balloon. "I had one too many a few years ago and thought it would be a good idea to sign up for classes," he's a little too ready to answer. Like he's been waiting on you to ask, "Come to find out, those classes are nonrefundable."

"Drunk Bobby sounds like a hell of a person to be around," you can't help but giggle. You've never seen him drunk, but oh, have you heard the tall tales of the things he used to get up to while under the influence.

His eyes roll, cheeks flaming with red. "Drunk Bobby makes bad decisions and leaves sober Bob to deal with the consequences."

"Is that why you quit drinking?" Is now a bad time to be asking him that?

"I wish," he shakes his head, can no longer meet your eye, "I quit drinking because I woke up in the tree outside my apartment building."

You open your mouth, but he's still talking.

"Twice."

"Twice?"

"I can't climb trees sober," he laughs at his own memory, glasses falling lower on his nose, "but come to find out, I'm great at it when I'm drunk."

A part of you wishes you could have been around to see it. To have your phone littered with pictures and videos of him stumbling around, doing all of the things he wouldn't normally do. Taking home stray cats, sleeping in trees, losing the soles to his shoes, and nothing else.

But a bigger part of you is just glad to have him. The sober one who wants nothing more than to watch movies on Friday nights and defines a "wild night" as going to Walmart at four in the morning.

"Well," leaning over to press a kiss to his cheek, the tiniest bit of stubble scratching at your lips; it's hard to believe that the last time he shaved was three days ago. "Tell drunk Bobby that I said thank you for signing up to take those classes."

You can't wait to find out what other odd talents drunk Bobby has gifted him with.

#robert bob floyd #robert floyd #bob floyd #bob floyd x reader #x reader #reader insert #robert floyd x reader #tw alcohol mention #<- kind of? #I only mention him getting drunk in the past but im still tagging it to be safe<3 #delgato's warmups

[eddiebabygirldiaz]

WIP Wednesday

Tagged by @disasterbuckdiaz @jesuisici33 @forthewolves @rewritetheending @wikiangela @thosetwofirefighters @bvckandeddie

Thank you darlings! 💖

No surprise, paint sex fic has gotten out of hand and includes more plot than it has any right to (plus it has led to me starting another wip with sub eddie and dom buck so phew it's been a time), but here's a little taste of no smut from this smut fic

Ever since they gave themselves permission to fall into one another–to sink even further into the thick and golden syrup of their love and not come up for air because why would they need it when the life of the other is the only thing they would ever need to breathe, mouths pressed against one another for eternity, an intimate conversation, an exchange of sustenance, a comfort given and taken–Eddie hasn’t strayed far from Buck’s side.

It has earned them no small amount of teasing from their friends, all of them questioning how it was possible for Eddie and Buck to become even closer when they were already attached at the hip.

When Chim and Hen asked that (with broad, pleased smiles that made Eddie’s heart feel so fucking full) Eddie thought about how they were right, that his hip did automatically fix itself to Buck’s, a push and pull established between them early on that both of them were happy to follow, but that that’s the only part of themselves they allowed to touch, that there was plenty of distance between their torsos which were bruised and aching from the ferocious rhythm of their hearts that they tried not to let fully meet.

He didn’t say any of that that though, because he has some sense of self-preservation and dignity, but also because Buck proceeded to smile smugly at them in that lopsided, cocky way of his that Eddie hates (loves) and simply said, “Sex,” with an eyebrow wiggle.

The chorus of groans echoed loudly in the firehouse loft, and Eddie’s cheeks flushed so hot and bright he’s amazed he didn’t burst into flames on the spot.

He did manage to elbow Buck in the side and shake his head at him with an expression he has had to use far too many times, one that clearly says Buck, no.

Buck winced and rubbed at the spot where Eddie’s elbow dug into him while laughing a little breathlessly which of course made Eddie laugh because he doesn’t think he could ever resist the hypnotic pull and flow of Buck’s joy, can do nothing but try to match it and capture it and tuck it beneath his breastbone so he can feel it for the rest of his life.

And the loud thunk as Bobby dropped his head onto the table certainly didn’t help matters any. The sound was somehow full of Bobby’s exasperation and misery and it dragged laughs out of all of them until they were just a mass of cackling firefighters on the floor, clutching their bellies and crying from the force of their amusement.

Tagging: @elvensorceress @spaceprincessem @hippolotamus @shortsighted-owl @anxieteandbiscuits @diazass @shitouttabuck @diazblunt @paranoidbean @housewifebuck @watchyourbuck @jeeyuns @buck2eddie @cowboydiazes @cowboy-buck @lover-of-mine @monsterrae1 @loserdiaz @buddierights @rogerzsteven @bigfootsmom @transbuck @transboybuckley @honestlydarkprincess @911onabc @thewolvesof1998 @butchdiaz @bucks118 @the-likesofus @gayedmundodiaz @try-set-me-on-fire @folk-fae and anyone else who wants to share!

#be gentle this ia a very rough first draft and idk how i feel about it just yet #buddie #buddie wip #paint sex fic #911 #911 fic #eddie diaz #evan buck buckley #ryan writes #wip wednesday

[i-fondued]

Kinktober 2022 | Ghost - Confessional

Confessional with Cardinal Copia is a little unique when it comes to one member of the Sisters of Sin, the real question who is confessing to who…

Pairing: Cardinal Copia x Reader/Sister of Sin

Rating: Mature/Explicit

Warnings: Oral, squint and there is a fem!dom, public-ish sex, church sex??

A/N: This has lived in my head since the idea slid into my brain and I had to get it out before I had yet another dream about Copia. Solid PWP, with plenty of my dirty ex-catholic thoughts mixed in. This no-name Sister of Sin is going to end up being the main character of any of my Ghost writing going forward because I am so uncomfortable writing in a y/n style like the other stories I’ve been writing the last few days. I’ve also given up on trying for something every day as I am a full time working mom now and I have to eventually sleep…

Anyways!!! Enjoy!

AO3 Link HERE

The bells of the abbey tolled, the sound echoing off the stone of the abbey that housed the church of satan. Thirteen chimes, a nod to his darkness below but also the way to tell us siblings of sin that our day of studies were over for the day. 

I stood from my spot deep in the abbey’s large library, surrounded by dusty tomes that I had been entrusted to translate from old world Latin to English, and stretched. The sound of my back cracking practically echoed in the quiet hall. 

“Buongiorno, Sister.”

I jumped slightly, used to being left alone to focus on my task, and looked towards the person who spoke. Standing with his hands wringing together softly, the sound of black leather squeaking made me smile softly. This man, who looked so unsure of himself and was barely able to keep his mismatched eyes on me, was dressed in his red cassock today. His traditional face paint a stark contrast against his pale skin. His beretta was perched on top of his head, slightly askew. I walked over to him and reached up to adjust his hat, hand sliding to caress his cheek softly.

“Afternoon, Cardinal.” I smiled at him, his cheeks flushing instantly as I touched his face. “What can I help you with?”

“S-sister Imperator asked that I check in on the sisters who haven’t had a confessional in a few months.” He spoke quietly, his hands flinching toward mine at my sides before thinking better of it. “You’ve gone the longest, she’d like you to come to me after dinner this evening.”

“Ah, of course. I’ve been preoccupied with all my translations and research recently.” I turned away from him, stepping out of his range just as Copia lost the battle of wills and his hand slipped to my waist. “Shall I meet you in the confessional booth at 7?”

I turned back to look at him, eyes locked on him and he nodded mutely. I smiled again at him, turning back to my work at the table and bending over to move things around. I could hear his breathing increase just slightly as I bent over, giving him a better look at my curves as I collected my work in its proper folders. “I’ll see you then, Cardinal.”

~*~

Dinner was a calm affair for once, Papa Emeritus III was currently on tour with his band of nameless ghouls. The abbey felt empty without his presence home and with less ghouls prowling around the halls the dinner went smoother than it had in a long time. 

Every so often my eyes would drift up to the long head table where the prior Papas sat, Copia on the end next to Sister Imperator. His mismatched eyes would lock on mine and I could feel a blush spread over my cheeks. My table mates none the wiser to who I was eyeing at the table, talking amongst themselves. When the plates were being cleared, some siblings tucked in for the post dinner desserts and coffee time before curfew, I excused myself from the table and slipped from the room. 

I darted down the hallways to the vestibule prior to our large worship hall we used for Sunday night masses and holiday mass. I saw the door to the confessional was closed and I smirked, my hands reaching up to slip the Bobby pins from my habit. I knocked twice and the grate slid to the side; a familiar pair of dark rimmed eyes locked with mine. 

“Evening Cardinal.”

“Sister.”

The door opened a fraction and I had barely the space to slip into the tiny room, not much bigger than a broom closet. Along the back wall was a bench where a member of the clergy would sit to listen to the confessions of the siblings of sin and ghouls during working hours. There was a small glass window on the wall as well, the pane tinted red caused the small space to feel bathed in blood. Combined with the constant smell of thick incense and the smoke of the candles it gave the space a heady feeling. 

The door to the space had barely closed before Copia was on me, my back slamming against the wall across from the other empty confessional room. His hand yanked the habit from my head, my hair spilling from its confines, and his fingers instantly tangled in the strands. I moaned softly as his painted lips pressed frantically against mine, his tongue brushing softly against my bottom lip. I let my tongue slip from my own mouth to tangle with his own, coaxing it to follow my own. My arms wrapped around his neck, fingers tugging gently on the longer strands at the base of his neck as we kissed. His hand came to settle at my waist and I could feel his fingers pressing into the flesh, likely to bruise if he kept up the pressure. 

“Cardinal…” I moaned, tilting my head to the side to take a breath and his lips traveled down the column of my neck leaving a trail of kisses in his wake. His teeth nipped at the pulse just under my ear and I couldn’t help the way it made my hips jump forward to grind against his. 

He parted his cassock and slid his right leg between my legs, pressing his knee up against my core as I soaked through my underwear. I rolled my hips against his thigh, a shutter running through me as heat pooled in my belly. My nails dug into Copia’s neck and hair, my back arching against the wall and thrusting my chest into his.

“S-sister.” Copia groaned, forehead resting against my shoulder as he rolled his hips against mine. I could feel how hard he was already and a thrill shot down my spine.

“Touch me, Cardinal.” I hissed, taking his hand to press against my breasts. Like the good student he was, he understood instantly. 

His fingers brushed against my hardening nipple through my bra and robes. He shuttered quietly, still rubbing himself against my hip as I rode his thigh absentmindedly. He rolled the bud between his fingertips and I hissed under my breath before my hand cupped his cheeks, pulling him up to kiss him fiercely. It was getting hot in this tiny room, I could feel sweat sticking the back of my robes to my skin and I could see how red Copia’s face was even in the rose colored room. I could see the thick pain around his eyes wobbled faintly, I couldn’t imagine how hot he was in the layers of wool he was wearing. 

Pulling my lips away from his I focused on pushing the biretta off his head, flinging it to the bench to our right. Next I pulled off his caplet, then I tugged at his long belt with its intricately beaded grucifix and tossed it to the side. The heat of the room felt sweltering suddenly as Copia pushed forward, lips coming back to suck and nip at my neck while grinding against me. I moaned quietly as my fingers started to undo the many buttons of his cassock, fingers deftly starting at his neck before pushing against him to give me space to undo more of the buttons. When I reached his waist he took over, seemingly just as impatient as me for my touch on his bare skin. Quickly he shrugged out of the heavy wool coat and tossed it to the side. 

Under the cassock he wore tight fitting trousers, leaving nothing to the imagination of what his cock looked like as it strained against the stiff fabric. He wore a black button up with black suspenders to hold his trousers up. My fingers twitched and I could help but to softly run my fingers against his straining cock, his whole body shuttered and he groaned into my neck, bucking softly in my hand. 

“F-fanculo…Sister.” He whimpered, his hands tugging at my own robes. I grabbed his wrists and he paused, his one white eye practically glowing in the low light. “Per favore, let me touch you.”

“I want you to taste me, Cardinal.” 

Copia’s eyes blew wide, surprise written on his face, as a deep red blush spread across his cheeks and spread down his neck. There was a squeak that slipped past his lips as every joint in his body locked up. Eagerly he nodded before dropping to his knees in front of me. His chest looked like it was heaving as he locked his gaze with me, my own cheeks flushing as I watched him push my skirts up my thighs. I grabbed the fabric and pulled it up to tuck into the band of my bra, I knew I wanted to make sure my hands were free to be able to slide my fingers in his hair. 

Copia brushed gentle kisses against my skin, his tongue slipping out to taste my skin as he went. His fingers hooked around the waistband of panties, letting his fingernail scrape softly against the sensible skin near my hips as he pulled the scrap of fabric till it fell down my legs. He paused, allowing me to step out of them and kick them to the side before he greedily threw my left leg over his shoulder. My breath came in short bursts as I felt his fingers teasingly run against my outer lips, I couldn’t help but whimper as I bucked against his fingers. He teased me for a few moments, his breath softly brushing against my bare inner thighs as he watched with hooded eyes as his fingers slid back and forth. 

He paused only for a moment, pressing a soft kiss to the very inside of my thighs before I felt his fingers spread me open before his tongue brush against me in one long languid brush. My head fell back, thudding against the wood of the wall, and my fingers tangled in his hair as he began to tease my entrance with the tip of his tongue. His lips descended against me, pressing a kiss as his tongue swirled my clit for the first time. My hips bucked against his face, his nose buried in my curls between my legs, his eyes looking up at my flushed face. 

“Oh…Copia.” I moaned, nails digging slightly into his scalp as I pulled him closer to me, grinding against his face as he sucked at my clit. He hummed in approval, fingers gently slipping inside me. One then two, his fingers curling inside me causing a whole shudder to roll through me. 

The cardinal’s tongue set a rigorous pace, the tip flicking against my clit before he sucked it into his mouth while his fingers plunged in and out of me. I could feel the pleasure pooling in my belly as I rode his face, his mustache rubbing roughly against my inner thighs as I failed to not squeeze his head. His mismatched gaze turned on me, my own vision practically cloudy while I fought to keep my breath under control and my voice low. His eyes were locked on mine and I felt pinned by the pure lust in his eyes. I felt his free hand snake around my thigh, gripping almost painfully, before I felt him add a third finger. I groaned. loudly before shoving my free hand in between my teeth, muffling the noises as best as possible while my eyes rolled into the back of my head. 

“C-copia, don’t stop…” I hissed, tugging on his hair roughly as my orgasm began to come on fast. “Don’t fucking stop.”

Two more thrusts and a swirl of my clit with his tongue and I bit down on my fist so hard I thought I was going to break the skin; my hips grinding roughly against Copia’s face while I rode out my orgasam. I could feel my chest pounding, as my hands slipped from his hair to caress his cheek. I couldn’t help but to smile at him warmly, as he pulled back away from me. His face was soaked with the combination of my fluids and his spit, I watched with hooded eyes as he licked at his face before sucking his fingers into his mouth. His eyes never left my face. Ever the gentleman, he helped me get both feet down before standing. 

Gently, such a far cry from how fiercely he was just devouring me, he pressed his lips to mine. I could taste myself on his lips and I felt the flutter in my belly again as I shivered. As we kissed softly, I was well aware of something hot and hard pressed against my lower belly. Copia’s hands came to cup my face before slipping down to slide under my bra, fingers deftly manipulating my hard nipples. I pushed my chest into his greedy hands and I leaned forward to press my forehead against his shoulder. 

My hands drifted down to his cock, straining against his trousers. I cupped my hand against him and I felt him buck into my hand, whimpering in my ear as his fingers twitched and pinched my nipples. His hand slipped from my breasts to cup my face again, kissing me more forcefully this time and I matched his movements with that of my hand on his cock. He rolled his hips and suddenly I was impatient. I wanted him, the painful clench in my belly obvious to me now. I pushed away from him, the look in his eyes confused before I pushed him to sit on the bench. 

He looked up at me eagerly, his hands absentmindedly drifting to cup his cock as I pulled my robes over my head and unclasped my bra. His eyes drifted to my bare chest and I blushed slightly before I pushed at his suspenders, shoving them from his shoulders. I unbuttoned his trousers as well, pulling at them before he helped me slip them down his strong thighs. Copia’s hands came to rest on my hips as I moved to settle in his lap.

We started to kiss again, our tongues lazily curling around each other as I ground down against him. He met my hips with his own, I could feel the precum beading on his head against my belly. I couldn’t wait any longer and I sat up, gripping his thick cock as I guided him inside me. I sank all the way down on him, feeling my walls stretched by him and I threw my head back a hiss slipping from my lips. 

“Carina, s-sister.” Copia muttered, one hand gripping my hip while the other settled on my lower back to help with the angle we were sitting in. “Sei cosi stretto, fanculo.”

I didn’t have the heart to tell him I didn’t quite know all my Italian, so as I begun to move up and down on his cock I answered him by a searing kiss. Pressing my whole body against his, our bodies slick with sweat, I rode him like my life depended on it. I felt the cardinal begin to thrust up to match my pace as his hand gripped my waist firmly, moving my hips back and forth as we chased our orgasam in each other’s arms. His other hand slipped from the small of my back to the back of my head, tilting my neck to the side as he sunk his teeth into the sensitive flesh there. My arms snaked around his neck, fingers tangling in his messed up hair as I felt my orgasam beginning to build. 

“I’m so close, Copia…” I whimpered, rolling my hip with each of his thrusts. Suddenly, he wrapped his arms around my back and flipped us so I was laying at an odd angle on the bench and he was on his knees on the floor. He took my leg and hooked it around his waist as he suddenly began thrusting into me hard enough I had to put my arms above my head to prevent my skull from slamming into the walls of the confessional.

His fingers slipped between our bodies and he quickly rubbed at my clit. I suddenly saw stars as my orgasam slammed into; I moaned loudly, my voice echoing in the antechamber due to the volume. Copia’s hand flew up to cover my mouth as he grunted, his hips snapping up to meet mine at a punishing pace. A few more erratic thrusts and he surged forward, his lips crashing into mine so forcefully I felt our teeth clink together. 

I could feel him release inside of me, his whole body shuddering and taut as we both fought to catch our breaths. He rested his head on my chest, pressing lazy kisses on my bare skin and I couldn’t help but to gaze at him fondly. My fingers brushed against the top of his head, practically petting him which was even more surreal when it felt like he was practically purring. I have no idea how long we stayed like that but it wasn’t long enough. The gently gong of the bells signaled final lights out in the siblings quarters; meaning it was just after eleven in the evening.

“I’ve got to go Cardinal…” I sighed softly, leaning forward to press a kiss to the top of his head. He didn’t say anything, he rarely did after the haze of lust faded and we had to part.

Slowly but softly, we helped each other dress again. I made sure that Copia’s biretta was on correctly, his clergy paints were a whole other story. Between the steamy conditions in the room and our vigorous activities, there were plenty of places where the black paints had migrated. I smiled affectionately at him before leaning in to kiss him softly, his hands sliding up to tangle in my hair before I pulled away and pulled on my habit to cover my hair.

“Thank you, Cardinal, for hearing my confessional.”

“Of course, Sister. Please come see me anytime you need to confess your sins.”

“Yes Sir, have a wonderful evening.”

#Ghost #ghost band #the band ghost #cardinal copia #cardi c #copia #cardinal copia x reader #Copia x reader #papa emeritus 4 #ghost fanfiction #popia #my writing #fanfiction #The lust and love I have for this rat man is borderline pathologically insane

[anonymous-dentist]

So, I re-read all the '#deli superhero au' posts and made some more questions:

> I don't remember if I already send it, but I changed some of the questions anyway.

•  Thinking a bit into the spiderverse, does this au Spiderman have some unique trait /ability that’s different from the original? 

•  So now that there is this blank spot where there was supposed to be a major, Is the FoH just a lot more controversial? Maybe turning the elections something that is happening? ElQuackity, Quackity, Baghera and Maximus seem like interesting choices for a new major.

•  As for The Junior Hero program, maybe the villains take a major role trying constantly to cause a mass riot so it works through a public school system? Since, well, many villains have kids of their own that have been taken from them.

•  Will Richas still want to volunteer himself into the JHP? If not, how did he meet Bobby? I imagine a marketing event with the Junior heroes squad doing tricks with their abilities and then Richas just """gets lost""" and ends up behind the stage with a grumpy kid (Thorn, who just doesn't want to do the stupid show because his abilities are for his parents or soon-to-be-dead-villains) all alone. Richas ends up helping him run away so they can do some competition. Because somehow The Kid, “Bobby” he says, manages to convince Richarlyson he is not a superhero, just a cosplayer, and they fight each other and play pranks around the event, and it's a good distraction until it's over.

•  Talk a bit more about Richas power! Like for example, how long can something he created “stay alive”? Can he do it only with paint or it could be any liquid? Let's say he is in some situation where he only has blood, would it work?

Also, not a questions but the idea of naming Etoiles "Meta Knight" (from smash) would be funny.

Roier’s special Spider-Man trait is the fact that the fact that he’s also one of two Spider-Women. One is his sister, Leo, and the other is himself as Melissa. Lucky him

Yeah so the Feds are under a good amount of criticism and yet a lot of people are vying for the position of mayor while knowing that the mayor is essentially just a FoH puppet. Bad and Baghera especially are trying hard while secretly planning to take down the FoH from within

Most villains actually disregard the Junior Heroes entirely because they’re just kids. Junior Heroes like Thorn (aka Bobby) can and will be beat up and/or killed, because plenty of villains are really bad people. But the villains with kids do want to get rid of the JHP because the FoH has a habit of faking court records to have powerful kids taken from their parents. Bad deal!

And Richas probably meets Bobby/Thorn one day when Cellbit has to go turn in pictures of Spider-Man to Cucurucho at the FoH headquarters (they’re the worst pictures he has, but he can’t be arrested now, so he’s gotta play along.) Richas waits in the lobby, gets bored, ends up sneaking off, ends up getting in a fight with Thorn in the hallway. For socialization purposes, Richas is allowed to visit with Thorn when Cellbit has to go to HQ, and they start gossiping from there

Whatever Richas makes art with, he can use to bring something to life. How long the art stays Real depends on what it is- inanimate objects are basically permanent, but living things like butterflies or flowers tire Richas out and so they disappear quicker

#asks! #anon! #deli superhero au

[eremosjournal]

Catholic Drug // volume 18

I think I use Catholicism as a drug. 

I was listening to a podcast with Bobby Lee and Neil Brennan, a strange pair of comedians, and they were talking about meth and god, a strange pair of topics. The ways Bobby Lee described his meth addiction and his current spirituality both felt spot on to how I might describe my relationship to Catholicism. I wish I was trying to be funny - I wish this were funnier - but I think that my drug of choice is Catholicism. 

I’m trying to find the punchiest and most cutting examples. But my wit is falling short at this off-putting realization. 

When I was in high school, and the most depressed I've ever been, I found Catholicism. I started using, and I got hooked. I got a temporary high at youth group, sometimes a little hit at mass, and the highest of highs on confirmation retreats. Now, a few years removed and a few years deconstructed, worship music doesn’t hit as hard as it did before. My body adapted to that drug and the high has worn off. But I can still get a little buzz if I bump a recording of a new worship song on a really low day. 

I still work at the church, even though I have so many issues with it and barely believe any of the same things as the people in the pews next to me. I know it’s not good for me, but something keeps me coming back. Maybe it’s the community, or the predictability, or the predictability of the community. It’s stressful to exist in new, challenging environments. I never have to wonder what I’m gonna get when I go to church. The same people, the same songs, the same righteous bullshit I haven’t really believed in in years. And while I can feel it doesn’t make me a better person, it gives me something to lean on. This, I must imagine, is what meth felt like to Bobby Lee.

I haven’t yet found a sustainable substitute for the high Catholicism used to give me. But recently, I’ve found that living without faith doesn’t fill me with the sweaty withdrawals of doubt. It’s starting to feel good, to feel clean. Trusting that I can be happy without leaning on a system that fooled me for years is kind of a high in itself. 

#exvangelical #ex christian #excatholic #exchristian #ex catholic #deconstructed club #deconvert #deconversion #deconstruction #lent

[satashiiwrites]

From fics I’ll (probably) never finish

Damnit brain.  Stop it.  @tkwritesdumbassassins​ my brain really needs to stop this.  Like now. 

*sigh* FFO gets finished first.  You hear that brain? *shakes fist*

We don’t even have a title yet…. Mass Effect WIP banner by @radio-chatter​

Untitled Buddie Space Opera/Mass Effect AU

Fandom: 911…. Original Mass Effect Trilogy 

Pairing: Buddie, prior Evan Buckley/Abby Clark, prior Eddie Diaz/Shannon Diaz

Tags/warnings: first draft. Space opera.  mash up of Mass Effect MShenko and Buddie.  Buck is Commander Evan “Buck” Buckley, first human Spectre.  Eddie is an alliance marine, one of the few surviving L2 biotics (aka space mage).  Buck supposedly died 2 years ago in the wreck of the Normandy after being attacked by an unknown ship thought to belong to the Collectors but he was revived by the shadow organization Cerberus and given the means to go after the new threat to the Milky Way…. 

what happens when your brain wants to pair the two longest, slow burn romances of two different fandoms and says ‘what if we put one in the other?’ And you get this.  MShenko is a long, 3 game burn with a payoff that made me cry the first time I played ME3.  Buddie is at, what, 5 seasons and counting assuming it ever makes canon?

Yeah I like my slow burns….  

I admit the thought of Eddie being a biotic (yay biotic booty!) is maybe also what got stuck in my brain.  

So have some Buddie-divorce era mixed in a blender with that whole Mass Effect 2 Horizon MShenko divorce-era and you get this.  

This is first draft.  Who knows if I’ll ever get around to writing the rest of this 600k epic. 

“Eddie!” He calls before he can stop himself.

It is Eddie because the man comes to a halt before slowly turning.  All Buck can think is that Eddie looks unbearably good, his armor polished to a high shine, no dings or dents in it even though he’d been released from one of the Collector’s special coffin-like collection pods.  He’s still had the same ever-present scruff on his cheeks and his hair has a ruffled appearance like it’d been finger combed after sleep and just a bit longer than regulation standards. The two bars on his shoulders and around the collar denoted that he’s been promoted since Buck last saw him—Captain.  He’s Captain Diaz now—not lieutenant.  

Buck still outranks him he notes in the back of his brain with satisfaction.  That is, if Buck still was considered part of the Alliance and hadn’t been declared dead more than two years ago. 

You kept the rank you died in, right?

Eddie’s brown eyes search for whoever called his name and when they land on Buck there’s no mistaking the way he straightens and his spine stiffens as he comes to attention.  There’s a pallor to his face like he’d seen a ghost and he doesn’t look away as Buck lopes towards him, frozen to the spot and not running away. 

“Eddie,” Buck calls his name, softer this time.  His hands itch to reach for Eddie and confirm that he’s in one piece.  Bobby’s message hadn’t mentioned who the Alliance officer was that had been sent to bring the antiaircraft guns back online—probably because he knew if he’d mentioned it was Eddie that Buck would have torn the entire galaxy apart to save him and the colonists be damned. 

Bobby’s reticence to tell him where Eddie was had stung but now Buck suspected there was a reason he hadn’t been able to get in touch with Eddie. If Eddie had been assigned to Horizon then it made sense if he’d be out of comms range given the remoteness of the colony.  

The puzzle pieces were starting to assemble in his brain and he was starting to come up with a picture that wasn’t pleasant to think about. 

Horizon was the perfect target.  Human colony this far out without significant defenses and Buck suddenly suspected that the knowledge about the AA guns being inoperable wasn’t exactly a secret. 

Bobby had sent Eddie here to witness a Collector raid.  Buck was sure of it. 

Eddie who had a son—a son who only had one remaining parent. 

Buck’s anger at Bobby was sudden and vicious.  How dare he put Eddie at risk! 

The fact that Eddie was an accomplished marine and had a list of commendations almost as long as Buck’s arm didn’t matter.  Eddie had been his second in command and being put at risk like this…

Bobby had no idea how much danger he’d placed Eddie in and Buck’s blood boiled in fury. 

Never mind that Bobby had been the one to send Buck the intel about Horizon that had sent HIM here…

“Eddie,” he called again, jogging to catch up. Lucy and Ravi hung back but following on his heels. 

Eddie’s gaze sharpened and he frowned as he looked at Buck’s team behind him, immediately noticing the insignia on their uniforms and drawing his sidearm but he didn’t raise it.  Instead, he started to glow a faint blue as he activated his biotics and took a defensive stance, ready to react.  Violently if need be. 

Shit. Buck waved Lucy and Ravi to stand down and walked the last ten paces to Eddie with his hands held up in peace.  In a one-on-one fight he knew he could probably take Eddie unless he started throwing around his biotics and then the math tilted the other way given how high Eddie spiked as an L2.  Buck had no intention, however, of fighting Eddie with or without biotics. “Eds—it’s me.”

“I’d heard rumors but I knew they had to be wrong,” Eddie growled, his voice rough from disuse and mistrust. “The Evan Buckley I knew would never have joined up with Cerberus.”

“It really is me,” Buck tried again. “Eds—“

“Don’t call me that.  Not while wearing his face, clone.”

“I’m not a clone!” Buck protested, doing his best to look innocent. 

#buddie #buddie untitled space opera #MShenko —> Buddie #Epic slow burn #wip wednesday #mass effect au #commander evan “buck” buckley #biotic eddie diaz #first draft #from fics i may never write

[honeyflies05]

911 LIVE WATCH!! (SPOILERS)

HOLY OH MY GOD GUYS ITS HERE!!!

AAAAAHHHHHH

high,,,, hopes?????

…blimp….

ah yes, hating on the mother-in-law

stadium!! RECORD CROWDS

oh this girls bi, it’s in the haircut,,, and the soccer jersey

CHEESE ADJACENT

who needs an engine lol

HE CALLED 9-1-1????

ITS THE 118!!!!!!!!!!!

everyone who called most of the injuries due to mass panic,,,, you’re so smart

HOW IS THE BLIMP TEETERING THERE??

EDDIE!!!!!!!!

ATHENA<<<<<3333333

buck<3

HER HEART????

I stg if Eddie gets stuck in a blimp-

it’s so nice to see diaz on a turnout again

WHERE IS THIS GIRLS MOM

buckandeddie<<<333

Athena turning into medic Athena>>>>>>

THERES SO MANY DIFFERENT STORY LINES HAPPENING AND WE’RE ONLY 10 MINUTES IN JESUS

eddie doing stupidly dangerous things😡😡😡

was this,,,, the major disaster???

Buck: “who’s gonna get the rest of that?”

Hen: “not our problem.”

BATHENA!!!!!!!

LUCY’S BROKEN FOOT AHAHAHAHAHAHA

HAHAHA HER NEICE!!!!!

Buck’s confused face>>>

no because Lucy as interim captain doesn’t MAKE SENSE.

interim captain han ehhhhh

CHRIS!!! EDDIE!!! BUCK!!!!!

THSI HAS TO BE WHERE THE LINE COMES IN

buck cooking❤️❤️❤️❤️❤️

EDDIE AND CHRIS GANGING UP ON BUCK!!!

“ITS WEIRD” SCRSMAING ANDICHDHSHSHAHA

“maybe I don’t wanna pick the wrong couch again” …Buck…

DAD CHIM!!!!!!! DAD CHIM!!!!!

MADNEY MOMENTS!!!!!!!!!!!

THEY!!!! LOVE!!!! EACH!!! OTHER!!!!!!!!!!

oh god,,,, golf

WOODCHIPPER OH GOD

that little boy, in the yellow suit, (who’s playing golf with his dad) is so talented

HIS WEDDING RING SAVED HIM!!!

OH SHIT! HIS DAD!!!!!!

someone tweeted that the wood chipper got a twofer and I started crying from laughing omg

shameless plug go follow me on twitter @honeyflies05

BUCK TRYING TO TAKE CHARGE AJDJCUDHDHDHHSS

EDDIE<3

“what was the patient shot with?”

“my tungsten wedding ring!”

“never saw that in combat….” EDDIE?????

BOBBY LOOKING SO CONFUSED ANDJCIBDHSHSJSS

NEW 911 DISPATCHERS!!!!!

josh and maddy back together for work🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤🤤

YES!!! THEY DO STILL LOVE EACH OTHER JOSH!!!!

may having a breakdown ab college! girl I relate!!!!!!!

BOBBY WITH THE HAWAIIAN SHIRTS SNFJCICHDHJDSJSJ

bobby having a whole spreadsheet is so on brand

i know this car scene!!!

i stg there was a grey’s anatomy episode like this but with a wedding dress

the inflatable man is the star of today’s episode idc

BOBBY HOLDING HIM BACK AJDJCIDJHDAJA

sassy eddie>>>

SAWS AND JAWS!!!!!

BUCK SMILING AT THE GUY AS HE WALKS BY!!!!!!

i love one evan buckley

good thing they both got a car<3

HEN!!!! HEN!!!! HEN!!!!

tacos are the way to a besties heart

I’m so glad we’re building on the Hen Med School Arc

HARRY IS WITH MICHAEL?????

THE SAD MUSIC WHEN TALKING ABOUT BOBBY’S ALCOHOLISM????

maddie falling asleep and chim just letting her<<<<3333

ARE WE GETTING MADNEY MOMENT!!!!!!!

IF THEY KISS I WONT SHUT UP UNTIL NEXT MONDAY

IM SO HAPPY!!!!!!! YEAAAAAAAAA

where is CHIM.

CHIMNEY. U DID NOT.

EDDIE BEING ABLE TO TALK ABOUT SHANNON CASUALLY>>>>>>>>>

new guy???🤤 NOAH!

poor kid🥲

THESE KIDS OMG THEYRE ADORABLE

MADDIE GROWTH!!!!!! MADNEY GROWTH!!!!!!!!!

they better get married!!!!!

it would be so cute if maddie proposed

buck just hopping out of HENS (???) AMBULANCE

CLIPBOARD!!!!!! BUCK!!!!!!!!!

hen and chim friendship <3333

hen: “a weapon in the wrong hands” ANDICJJXHDHDUSJWIWHDHSHSUA

“ohhh that’s what he’s been doing” LIKE YOU DIDNT KNOW

hen acting like she wasn’t the best choice

god this is so I love this

HEN BEING INTERIM CAPTAIN!!!!❤️❤️❤️

what is buck doing💀

if this leads to buck breakdown or lawsuit arc 2.0 oh,,,, oh boy

LIFE EXPERIENCE????? MY POOR BOY HAS HAD SO MUCH HAPPEN TO HIM HE HAS ENOUGH LIFE EXPERIENCE

“Is this because I don’t have a couch” BUCK!!!! YOU HAVE A COUCH!!!!!! ITS WAITING FOR YOU AT *HOME*!!!!!!!

seeing hen in that spot>>>>>

BOGGLE??????

BUCK JUST PICKING UP THE CHAIR AKDJCIFNDHJSHSSJ

JEE!!!!!!

that stupid shirt oh my god

ATHENA’S PARENTS????????

#911 on fox #911 fox #911 spoilers #couch #it’s a metaphor #eddie diaz #evan buckley #evan buck buckely #athena #bobby nash

[fearsomeandwretchedandwrong]

Nothing more American then another tragic mass shooting incedent.

#only in america #'murica #fourth of july

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[Transcript] Season 3, Episode 9. Monarch: Legacy of Monsters Season 1 Review

Why is the earth shaking? Could it be... Godzilla? The Stereo Geeks weren't planning to watch Monarch: Legacy of Monsters but once we started watching it, we could not stop. Ron and Mon discuss what kept us going back to the show, what could have been done better, and how that father-son acting duo worked out. Warning, spoilers ahead.

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Hello and welcome to a new episode of Stereo Geeks.

Today we're discussing Apple TV+'s Monarch: Legacy of Monsters.

I'm Mon.

And I'm Ron.

Let's talk about this show.

So we have 10 episodes of Monarch: Legacy of Monsters.

It's split into two timelines.

One is set in the 1950s, when the Titans are first spotted, and Monarch is being set up.

And the other is in 2015, after a Titan attack and the search for answers.

So let's delve a little bit deeper into what all this means, because you're probably wondering, who are the Titans?

So Monarch: Legacy of Monsters is a TV show, which is the latest installment in the Monsterverse franchise.

And to explain, the Monsterverse is this American franchise, and it's a shared fictional universe, something like the Marvel Cinematic Universe, if you like.

So this Monsterverse features Godzilla, King Kong, and a bunch of other characters who were originally created and owned by Toho Company Limited.

This franchise started with Godzilla, the movie in 2014, which starred Aaron Taylor Johnson.

Then we had Kong's Skull Island with Brie Larson and Tom Hiddleston, which I had no idea was connected to Godzilla, but it is.

Following which, we had Godzilla, King of the Monsters.

This is a direct sequel to the Godzilla movie.

This was starring Millie Bobby Brown.

And the sequel to that was Godzilla vs.

Kong, which I have not seen.

I didn't even know this movie existed, so this is news to me.

And Monarch: Legacy of Monsters is connected to all these films.

The next film is going to be Godzilla x Kong: The New Empire.

That's coming out in 2024.

None of these are related to apparently the superior Godzilla movie, Godzilla Minus One.

We have not seen that yet.

It's on our list.

I have to admit, I'm a little bit confused because I thought all the promos were for the same TV show, and it turns out Godzilla Minus One is a movie.

I have to say, Godzilla is not like a thing that we follow.

He was, you could say, in the background of our childhood.

I remember us catching a few Godzilla movies or snippets here and there, but really he wasn't really a thing for us.

But we decided to watch this show after seeing a few of the promos.

It looked kind of interesting.

And well, surprisingly, the show was compelling.

We could not stop watching it.

I think it helps that you don't have to watch all the other movies to understand what's happening in this show.

In fact, in my opinion, some of the reveals were actually more exciting because I completely forgot what had happened in the movies I'd seen.

First episode in, I was hooked.

I don't know why I was hooked.

But I mean, one of the reasons could be the fact that it really does deal a lot with the aftermath of the G-Day disaster.

It's the day that Godzilla attacked San Francisco.

I've always found that very interesting.

How does humanity pick itself up from mass tragedy?

And then in the first episode, we find out about Hiroshi's double life.

Yeah, I needed to see more of that.

Honestly, this show is unpredictable in so many ways, not always in good ways, but it keeps you guessing and really keeps you wanting more.

So let's get into some of the negatives.

The show is so inconsistent with storytelling.

Is Monarch good?

Is it bad?

When did Monarch actually begin?

Even that's up for debate.

Like they say one date at one point and somebody else is convinced it's another date.

Very confusing.

Also, please explain why Hiroshi made the life choices that he did.

10 episodes, we still don't have an answer.

And let's not even get into what's actually happening in the show.

I can't say I understood most of what was going on on screen.

And I don't believe I understood people's motivations either.

I know this is a fictional fantastical show about kaiju and monsters.

Even then, I would like the science to make some modicum of sense.

I can't say it did.

Maybe because of the unpredictable nature of the story and the characters especially, I was just like, you know what?

It's inconsistent and some of the actions are beyond belief.

But this is riveting stuff.

I want to see more of what's happening.

And I also like to say that I love how this show goes back to the Japanese roots of this character.

When I say this character, I mean Godzilla.

He's the main character, come on.

A lot of stuff when it gets commentated by the US, they kind of forget its origins or its roots.

So it's nice that Godzilla or in the original Japanese pronunciation, Gojira, its heritage is actually acknowledged in this show.

That being said, the Titans, the monsters of the title, aside from Godzilla, I was not that impressed with the other designs.

With Godzilla, I love the scale of this monster.

Apparently, it's even better in Godzilla minus one.

I can't wait to watch that movie.

But in this one, especially, you feel the scale, you feel the fear and this rippling design of this creature.

The others, I don't know, they just look like very poor knockoffs.

For me, I wasn't really thinking that much about the science or the inconsistencies.

I was really going with the flow because, like, you have a very innocuous start.

You have Kate, played by Anna Sawai, basically going to Japan from San Francisco, and she's going to settle her father's estate because he's been declared dead.

And when she goes there, she finds that he's got another wife and a child.

And her newly found brother, Kentaro, played by Ren Watabe, his immediate animosity towards Kate.

I really enjoyed watching that because that is a very natural reaction.

He's angry at his father.

His father is not here.

He's apparently dead.

He's going to take it out on the first person he can, and that's Kate.

And it was such a great foil to his mother's desire to know her husband's other child.

So for me, on the one hand, I was a bit upset that we didn't see as much of a Godzilla.

Ten episodes and maybe three or four glimpses.

The last episode, though, was outstanding.

Oh, my God.

But this is the kind of stuff that kept me riveted.

And the other thing that I really liked was Kate's response to G-Day.

She completely shuts down, which is, again, a very natural reaction because we realize, and it takes a couple of episodes, they don't show it immediately.

We just know that something bad happened to her.

All her students died.

She was the only one who got off the school bus and she watched all of them die.

That's not something that you can just bounce back from.

This trip to Japan is literally the first time in a long time that Kate is being human.

And then we learn, again, this is also slowly eeked out, that it wasn't just her students that she lost.

It looks like she also lost her girlfriend, who she was cheating on.

Like father, like daughter, apparently.

Yeah, I have to say, I really like the younger actors in this show.

Anna Sawai, Kiersey Clemons, and especially Ren Watabe.

They really held their own and carried the show.

Sawai, I felt like she was so sweet and she was so emotional as Kate.

And you really feel for this character, who's been through so much.

And she faces an even more ridiculous circumstance in the very first episode.

She thought surviving a literal monster attack would be the worst thing she ever faced in her life.

Well, wait till you get to Japan.

Talking about Kiersey Clemons, her May is such an anomalous character here.

Honestly, at first, I thought she's just a tech person.

You always have the tech person in these monster movies.

But then we kind of slowly find out that May and Kentaro were in a pretty strong romantic relationship.

She's learned Japanese while she's been there.

And then May just starts revealing that she's got all these secrets.

She's not telling us what secrets, but there are a lot of secrets.

And these are the kind of things that will get her killed.

And everybody around her as well.

Unlocking those truths about May, there's an entire episode that's dedicated to that.

That's how important a character she is.

It really kept me riveted.

But I would say that once those secrets are revealed, I felt like May kind of faded into the background.

She didn't have as much to do.

But the show still tries to keep some kind of a focus on her.

Because then she kind of becomes the love interest for Kit.

Yeah, I've seen Clemence in a few other places, and I've never been all that impressed by her.

But I really dug this performance of hers as May.

She's really someone who's no nonsense.

She's also scared, she's angry, she's kind of lost.

And then it becomes this really sweet kind of thing between her and Kate, where they're always looking for each other and trying to help each other out, and it's really, really adorable.

Oh yeah, that was just so cute.

I really like the fact that, you know, there's romantic chemistry between the actors, and any other show, they might have just ignored it.

But I was kind of relieved that the show just went with it and said, okay, fine, these two have great chemistry, let them be a couple.

It sucks for Kentaro though.

But there's a love triangle in the past as well.

Yeah, see, this is where the story issues come in, because it wasn't until Kate and May have this really sweet moment, not a romantic moment, but it's the start of one, that you realize, oh, this is the start of a love triangle.

Oh, they're paralleling something from 1950.

A better writing team would have made that connection more seamless, and not just that connection.

It would have been throughout the show with other parts of the story.

But I really want to talk about Ren Watabe.

To me, he was the star of this show.

I also think he got a lot to do.

Kintaro is really the emotional core of the story.

He also goes off alone on several occasions.

Those are stupid decisions, but you know, that's focusing only on him.

So I found that he was carrying a lot on his shoulders on his own.

He was really excellent and really understated as well.

I genuinely would love to see more of him in Hollywood, but I do not know.

But yeah, these young folks, really, really good.

Let's go to the storylines in the past.

So we've got Keiko, who is a Japanese scientist.

She meets Lee Shaw, played by Wyatt Russell, and Will Randa, played by Anders Holm.

Now this is where the other love triangle comes in.

I have to say they didn't have as much chemistry as the three in 2015.

Honestly, the romance makes no sense in this show.

It's absolutely bizarre.

Like, who's in love with whom?

Why?

How do the timelines on some of these romances even work?

Why is X kissing Y when they were actually marrying Z?

I don't understand what is happening.

Weird, weird, weird.

Yeah, I think a lot of it has to do with the fact that Keiko is an amazing character.

Like, she was my favorite on this show.

She is formidable.

She's smart.

She's also really passionate about her work, and especially to protect the Titans.

I really liked that about her.

She doesn't want to blow the Titans up.

She doesn't just see them as a threat.

She sees them as a whole bunch of other creatures who have been happily living side by side with humanity and she wants to protect them and learn from them.

Mari Yamamoto was really good as Keiko, but I think she needed more story.

I feel like she got the emotional angles, and yes, her passion for her work and these creatures was great, but I just felt like she needed to be more of a doer.

Well, there's a reason why she didn't get as much story as we would have liked, and that's kind of something that happens in the very first episode.

And the rest of the season, I felt like it subsumed the fun science stuff that Keiko was doing with the Keiko-Lee-Billy love triangle in a way that added a layer of complexity to their interactions, but I'm still struggling to understand why Keiko got with Billy at all.

He seems to be a bit thick to me.

No offense, but I was wholly unconvinced by Anders Holm, who plays Billy Rander in this show.

Not sure what vibe he was going for.

I mean, it's kind of explained in the last episode, but at the same time, throughout the show, I'm like, he seems to be on a different plane than the rest of the show characters, so I was just not interested in watching this character at all.

But I love the casting choice of Wyatt and Kurt Russell playing the same character at two different ages.

I'll admit, the Nippo baby conversation comes into the fray here, but it was still a lot of fun to watch.

I don't know about you, though.

For me, it does put a spotlight on how Wyatt lacks the charisma of his dad.

I mean, I'm not even the biggest Kurt Russell fan here, though we did watch a lot of Tango and Cash's Kids, so that might explain a lot.

But even then, I'm like, Kurt Russell just has this presence, and he's so good.

And then whenever it was Wyatt, it's like, okay, yeah, he's doing his thing, but oh, no, let's bring Kurt back on the screen.

Honestly, I really liked watching the Russells.

It was so unexpected.

And I love the…

Obviously, the camera did these things where you're looking at one person's face and then you go to the other ones.

But there was such synergy between their characters.

I really was very impressed by that.

And yes, I agree.

Wyatt doesn't quite have the charisma of his dad, but you can kind of see why Keiko liked him.

And you can kind of see why the young people in 2015 just follow Lee Shaw, even though they don't know who he is, they don't know his connection to their dad.

They just go with him.

But there's just something about Kurt Russell.

His Lee Shaw is just so scarily driven and he's almost like way too enthusiastic and funny and jolly, but at the most inopportune moment, like everybody is terrified around him and he's like, oh my god, this is amazing what's happening.

What?

No, we are almost going to die.

But I loved watching him.

Yeah, I think, you know, when you're watching somebody like that, who's got just so many levels to his performance, the way his face lights up and he sees this particular person and other times when he knows something and he doesn't want to reveal it or he's like a little bit scared, but again, Macho Guy doesn't want to reveal that.

You see that and then you've got all these characters in Monarch.

They were the weakest link for me.

Everybody, I know they were doing a good job, but they just were so dull.

All those performances were so dull.

The characters were so dull.

But that final scene in the finale though, huh?

I'm not even that invested in the Monsterverse and I got so excited.

Bring on season two.

Honestly, this is the kind of show where you come for the titans, but you stay for the human drama.

And with that ending, we need a season two.

And that's it from us talking about Monarch: Legacy of Monsters.

Let us know how you like the show.

See you next time.

Ron: You can find us on Twitter @Stereo_Geeks. Or send us an email [email protected]. We hope you enjoyed this episode. And see you next week!

Mon: The Stereo Geeks logo was created using Canva. The music for our podcast comes courtesy Audionautix.

#stereo geeks #podcast #tv review #monarch #godzilla #kurt russell #wyatt russell #anna sawai #japan #apple tv

[temp-check]

Monday's temperature check (2-13)

You’d think on Super-Bowl-Hangover-Recovery-Day that I’d mention the Super Bowl.  Sure, I just did.  Yay sports!!  Of course, I watched it.  I laughed a couple of commercials (Ben Affleck comes to mind). I enjoyed Ri-Ri’s half-time show and was completely mesmerized by the back-up dancers jumping around in their snowsuits like mass-hypnotized grade schoolers in a snow-day flash mob.  However, the real news is the perpetrator of the Dallas Zoo emperor tamarin monkey kidnapping caper has been caught and the monkeys are safe.  Granted, the monkeys are going back to jail, but the zookeepers “love” them and will make sure all their emperor tamarin needs are taken care of.  The behavior that tipped off the authorities was his line of questioning at the Dallas Aquarium.  The self-proclaimed animal lover and wannabe influencer went to the aquarium and asked employees a string of, "very suspicious questions." Like, “Which of these sharks would get along best with two monkeys?”  Apparently, our would-be Crocodile Hunter also intended to kit-nap the zoo’s clouded leopard.  He cut open the enclosure and tempted the big cat with tasty monkeys.  Tamarin monkey leaves a bitter after taste, so the leopard ran away.  He is charged with six counts of animal cruelty and two counts of burglary.  He is up for a guest spot on Beat Bobby Flay, where he will challenge the celebrity chef with his signature blend of bird seed and chipotle fused monkey feces. 

I don’t have any monkeys handy.  It’s all for the best, but what wine would pair with emperor tamarin?

Stay safe!

Tom

#temperature check #super bowl #rihanna #emperor tamarin monkeys #ben affleck

[magnetic-regent-magneto]

“Don’t tell me you’re giving up already.” Saal En Nat

-- @defyxoblivion ||

"Not quite. Just inventing new ways to distraught our enemies. You should know better."

Magneto's fingers are lodged into the dirt underneath him. Most of it is ash or Symbiote goo. Portions of the plains have caught fire in the conflict. The sky is darkened by swarms of black-tinged clouds that rains ash and enemies down. Mutants are scattered across the field where the flora and fauna of Krakoa has dwindled dangerously. The master of magnetism can feel the blood running through his mouth, but there is no metallic taste- instead it was but dirt and ash drying him out.

"I recall Bobby was so free to cool down volcanoes at the bottom of the Pacific. The volcanoes are now dormant, stuck with masses of cooled, metal-filled lava.

What a fortunate thing that they are just in reach."

The waters of the closest shore bubbled, waves trembled as the Symbiote onslaught within the waters starts to be swept away. Magneto did not control the storms, nor did he control the waves. But he could control what would cause them. Bubbles rise to the surface and one by one, soldier's disappear underneath. The waves sweep them away. Shadows linger in huge waves. Massive dragons cause turmoil in the waters. Their forms are black as cooled magma, the silver of their metallic cores shines against the flames. No fire is within their core, but their monstrous claws, horns and teeth were forged by good intent. And they were controlled by precise forces.

"Have you ever wanted to ride a dragon? There might just be an opportunity."

The mutant rose from his spot on the ground, the huge constructs of myth follow his action, the grasp of his hand leads them from the waters to the skies of their enemy's armies.

"Watch out for anymore dark dragons that are not ours."

If another one intended to get too close, The master of magnetism had his very own pair of dragons ruling the skies now.

#--KRAKOA || paradise #muse:magneto #--FEAR BREEDS RAGE || RP #Symbiote Knight Terror something something event #King in Black Storyline

[cowboyified]

“I’ll sleep on the couch.”

Sam's sitting in the passenger seat like he doesn't belong. As though the leather isn't worn to his weight. Rigid with his hands sat squarely on his thighs. Dean's been counting the number of times he's made them into fists, fingers clawing at his jeans, tendons sliding over knuckles with how hard he clenches - twenty, thirty, open, closed, it gets dark and he loses count.

Stoplight red over the dash, Sam's soaked in it and Dean can see the blood on his neck from where he’d cut him with the knife, held back against his chest, succubus-strong. It's fairly superficial, Sam had wiped blood away with his hand; there are fingerprints smeared on his skin.

They'd got out of town after a sorry attempt at reconciliation, Sam telling him he didn't mean it, Bobby telling him they had no reason to feel bad and Dean's mouth was sick with sweet from the cola, spat out a quick lie to diffuse an uncomfortable situation. Bandaid solutions; they’re good at those. A relationship wrapped in patch-jobs, duct-taped together, nothing aligned proper since Dean crawled out of his grave.

It's past midnight and his brother doesn't bitch about stopping but his hands shake when laid flat between fists now so Dean picks off the next motel. He's not interested in counting road reflectors to keep his mind from tonguing sore spots either.

Sam seems to come back to himself when they pull up, breathes in deep like he'd forgotten to for the last five hours. 

"I’ve got it,” he says, reanimated, clearing his throat after it comes out croaky. 

Dean keeps her idle, lulled by her rumble under his thighs on the bench, the palm of his hand on the wheel. He waits in a less oppressive silence, rolls down the window to breathe, airs the cabin out in case the stifling mood has clung to the fabric of the roof, sticky like that. 

Sam walks under the periodic lights of the balcony, signs twenty-two with his fingers and points above him, upstairs. Dean puts her into gear and turns her around the bend of the building, parks her in front of the blindingly lit concrete stairs. 

Dean breathes out dragon-smoke - Sam used to call it. Air warm from his body hitting the night air, curling in front of his face. He leans his back to the brick outside their room and waits for the key. His jacket catches on the rough wall as he crosses his arms over his chest, hugging himself. He can hear muted television conversations, the dull sound of a Hollywood gunfight muffled by walls, light spasmodic through the curtains next door where the fabric hasn’t been shut completely. 

Dean has his ears perked for boots hiking stairs but they take their time to arrive and his brother-worry kicks him ungently in the gut. Your responsibility, it reminds him in a snide voice. It shouldn’t take Sam this long to meet him. Dean lifts himself from his lean and is about to hang his torso over the balcony when the creak of the impala’s trunk cuts hauntingly through the dark. 

Sam meets his eyes at the top of the stairs, bag in hand. It’s a split second thing, awkward - guilty even. He turns his full back to Dean as he sidles beside him to fiddle the key in the lock. 

“Get lost, Sammy?”

“Big building,” his brother dismisses, shouldering the door open.

The room is too spacious, Dean notes immediately. One bed, queen, pushed up against the wall, lonely in the space. It’s all wrong, unsettles Dean in a weird way, like he’d forgotten rooms without twins even existed. 

“It’s all they had left,” Sam says, sensing Dean’s imminent crisis. He throws the keys onto the wooden table behind the door, they skid and hit the wall. “I’ll take the couch.” 

Dean eyes the pathetic thing against the window - two seater, barely. The cushions are all frayed, cat-clawed, stains hidden by the dark upholstery.  “Yeah, maybe ten years ago.”

“It’s a pull-out. They said there’s extra blankets in the cupboard.”

Dean purses his lips, displeased but not in a place to argue because less than eight hours ago he had full momentum behind an axe aimed at his brother’s sternum. Sam tosses the cushions haphazardly into the corner, pulls out the mattress with relative ease considering the way its springs scream rusted. The foam is paper thin and Dean winces in sympathy for Sam’s back. 

The heater rattles from where it’s badly bolted into the wall, kicking dust around and stuffing up Dean’s nose. He lays under the heavy mass-produced motel quilt and struggles to sleep. 

He’s got the phantom weight of the axe in his hands, makes a fist around nothing and gets no relief. In the dark, Dean sees his brother’s chest opened up on the floor in perfect clarity. Massacred, if Bobby had been half a second too late. Had Sam been haunted by the what-ifs after he pulled the trigger on the empty cartridge at Roosevelt years ago? Mind-conjured images of Dean’s cranial contents sprayed out like windscreen bugs?

Sam is lit with a thin curtain strip, cut down the middle by the corridor light as he breathes quietly on his front, his hands tucked under the pillow. Split in half down his back, his shirt stretching out over his shoulders. Dean’s overcome with the want to butterfly his hands across his back, watch them move with the proof of his brother’s existence. 

The bed creaks loudly when Dean sinks a knee to it, and Sam turns languidly, reaching for him like he’d expected him to come despite it all. Physical apologies are easier. They can’t get caught up in his throat, they can’t be ruined by ill-chosen words, expressions can’t be misconstrued if it’s dark. 

Dean leans over kisses him and Sam sighs into his mouth, tiredly pulls at Dean’s shirt to get him closer.

He tastes metal on Sam’s tongue and doesn’t place its origin until a few weeks later, when Sam’s crying his name from behind the reinforced metals of the panic room, sweating out demon blood. 

#my words #wincest #sex and violence coda #i have not read over this sorry in advance #thank you mary im sorry its days late! #thank u frauke also for s4 timeline solving

[pilvimarja]

Drabble | Ficlet | ●●● | teen Lawrusso | adult Lawrusso |

Prompt used: none, just this cursed cameo!!!

(1970s AU, crime boss!Johnny, go-go dancer!Daniel, disco, wet and messy, dirty talk, just the tip, warning for coke fiend Johnny, age gap with college senior Daniel and middle aged Johnny, they kind of have an unspoken sugar daddy/baby dynamic)

The Mist was no 54, but the club was packed tonight. Daniel watched the sea of people from his high pedestal, bouncing and rubbing against each other in a colorful mass of glitter, ruffles and shiny velour.

His muscles ached with exertion, but he did his best to look alluring for the handful of people whose eyes were on him instead of the women on the main platform. He was pretty sure most of them were old creeps who mistook him for a girl in the sweeping spotlights and stage smoke, but he was getting ogled for money, so who cared.

The DJ finished his set thirty minutes later, and Daniel blew out a relieved breath when the music transitioned to a pre-recorded soundtrack. He’d have twenty minutes before he was needed behind the bar and he hurried down from the platform, about to escape to the dressing room for a change of clothes when someone called his name over the rhythmic beat of the music.

Daniel raised his eyes and knew his break was over before it had even begun when he spotted Bobby in the crowd, waving at him from the VIP balcony.

It looked like Johnny Lawrence was back in town.

Daniel snaked his way through the mass of people and climbed the velvet-covered stairs up to the VIP lounge. The banquettes were full of suave-looking men with dates as pretty as life-size dolls, elegant and perfectly posed under possessive arms.

“Hey, Daniel, over here!” Bobby called from one of the private booths.

Daniel combed his fingers through his hair, a little self-conscious in his shorts and cropped shirt, but Bobby greeted him like they were old friends and his eyes never dropped below Daniel’s neckline.

“Hey, Bobby,” Daniel smiled. "Where are the rest of the Cobras?"

Bobby nudged his thumb towards the private bar where Dutch, Tommy and Jimmy leaned against the neon-lit counter, glaring at Daniel like the pack of polyester-clad thugs that they were.

"So I’m guessing Johnny’s back from Vegas?”

“Yeah, man, and I gotta warn you, he’s in one of his moods,” Bobby said, giving Daniel a pointed look. “Things didn’t go too well with Mr. Silver.”

“Damn. Thanks for the warning,” Daniel nodded.

Bobby parted the curtain of bejeweled beads that separated Johnny’s booth from the main lounge and leaned in to whisper in Daniel's ear. “If he forgets to pay you, just come and see me at the bar and I’ll take care of it.”

Daniel’s cheeks flared with heat under the coat of cooling sweat and body glitter. Bobby was kind enough to feign ignorance, but they both knew what Daniel did with his boss during these private encounters.

“Thanks, Bobby.”

Daniel wiped his clammy palms against his shorts and took a deep breath as he stepped through the curtain.

And there was Johnny, hoovering a line of coke into his nose.

“Fuck yeah!”

Johnny shook his head like some deranged dog and let out a high-pitched whoop. His eyes lit up under the purple and green mood lights when he saw Daniel in the doorway. “Daniel, baby! You want some blow?”

Daniel set his hands on his hips and shot Johnny an annoyed look. “You keep asking and I keep telling you no.”

Johnny wiped his finger against his nostrils and licked the traces of coke into his mouth. “Hey, it’s polite to offer,” he grinned, already undressing Daniel with his eyes. He patted his hand against the luxurious velvet couch. “Come here.”

“Nuh-uh,” Daniel snorted, crossing his arms over his chest. “I just spent an hour shaking my ass on the dance floor and I gotta start waiting in twenty.”

“Aw, come on, don’t be like that." Johnny dragged his fingers through the sweaty strands of his hair and balled his hand into a fist. “Vegas was a bust. That Silver guy SCREWED ME OVER! Fucking cocksucker!”

Daniel flinched at the sound of Johnny’s fist hitting the table. The glass cracked under his knuckles and his half-empty bottle of beer toppled to the floor, spilling its contents into the plush carpet.

“Jesus…”

Bobby hadn’t been kidding about Johnny being in a mood.

Johnny unclenched his fist and flexed his fingers, lowering his voice back to its usual soft pitch. “Please, baby, I really need some cheering up.” He parted his thighs and gave himself a squeeze through his tailored pants. “You know I’ll make it worth your while.” He grabbed a wad of cash from the table and pulled a bunch of big bills from the gold clip, waving them at Daniel. “I always do.”

Daniel didn’t know much about Johnny Lawrence or how he earned his money, but you didn’t need his life story to know the guy was a crook. He had his posse of Cobras and the ego of Al fucking Capone, but Daniel had a feeling that Johnny was just a drop in the Valley’s seedy undercurrents.

He and his dirty money were currently seeing Daniel through his senior year of college, and Daniel had made peace with their arrangement, because none of his three jobs paid him as well as Johnny Lawrence.

Daniel bit his lip, eyeing the stack of bills in Johnny's hand. “I don’t have time for anything… elaborate.”

“That’s okay, just—come sit on my lap and let me look at you? You're so pretty in those tiny shorts,” Johnny cooed, patting his knee.

Daniel knew he'd be doing more than just looking, but he sauntered to the couch and snatched the money from Johnny’s hand, tucking the bills under the cuff of his tube sock.

“Okay, but no kissing, he said, because who the hell knew where Johnny’s mouth had been.

“No kissing,” Johnny parroted, well aware of Daniel’s rules.

Daniel settled onto his lap and let out a scolding little tsk as he eyed the coke stains on Johnny’s bushy mustache. “I keep asking you to shave this thing."

He wiped his fingers over the white residue and slipped them into Johnny’s mouth, rubbing the pads against his gums.

“It makes me look groovy,” Johnny argued, sucking on Daniel’s fingers.

“Nah, man, it looks like you have a caterpillar stuck under your nose.”

Johnny let out a loud bark of laughter and squeezed Daniel’s ass through his shorts. “I can’t believe I let you talk to me like that…”

Daniel tapped his fingers against the wad of cash sticking out of his sock. “Actually, you pay me for it.”

“Fuck, you’re mouthy," Johnny groaned, and judging by the obscene bulge in his pants, he enjoyed the attitude. He pulled Daniel down by his hips and slipped his fingers under the hem of his shorts.

“I told you, I gotta work in twenty."

“But you drive me so wild, baby,” Johnny panted, reaching down to unzip his fly. He pulled his cock out and rubbed it against the slick lycra of Daniel’s shorts. "Feel how hard I am for you?"

“Uh-huh,” Daniel snorted. He yanked on the gold chain around Johnny’s neck and slipped his hand under his low-cut silk shirt, feeling the way his heart raced with the rush of his coke high.

Daniel had always had shit taste in men. According to Ali, he liked them messy, pathetic and way out of his age bracket.

Johnny met each of those requirements, though Daniel had no idea how old he was. Mid forties, maybe. It was hard to tell with the perpetual booze bloat and the way his gut threatened to spill out of his suit, but his shoulders were broad and the traces of solid muscle under Daniel’s palm made him wonder if Johnny had been an athlete once.

Johnny groped Daniel's ass and panted his beer-sour breath into his face like a racehorse. “Christ, baby, I just wanna slip inside and nail you so hard that you’ll feel me for the rest of the night,” he curled his fingers around the hem of Daniel’s shorts and underwear and pulled them aside to rub at his cleft, “have you leak my jizz while you serve drinks to all the dirtbags in this club.”

“You saying you’re not one of them?” Daniel huffed.

“Oh, I’m the worst of them all, babe,” Johnny laughed, slapping his cock against Daniel’s ass cheek, "and look how desperate you are for me."

“No, I’m not… I can’t be, not tonight, Johnny,” Daniel argued, but that was a lie. He wanted it so bad, to be tender and leaking into his skimpy shorts, still wet when he got home and fingered himself in the shower. “Well. Maybe just the tip?”

“Just the tip,” Johnny grinned, fitting his cock against Daniel’s hole.

Daniel moaned, clutching at the lapels of Johnny’s suit as his body opened for the fat head of his cock.

“Yeah, that’s it," Johnny grunted, jerking himself into Daniel's ass. "I’m gonna give you my load right where you want it.”

Daniel watched him with pleasure-hazy eyes, his nostrils flaring with the reek of Johnny's stale sweat and cheap beer, and Jesus, he sure knew how to pick them.

Johnny reached inside his jacket and pulled out a small vial of coke, flicking the cap off with his thumb as he pushed the cropped hem of Daniel’s top up to his neck. “Lean back, sweetheart, show me your tits.”

Daniel blushed at the words, leaning back to expose his narrow chest to Johnny. There was nothing to squeeze, but Johnny pressed his clammy palm against Daniel’s pec and sprinkled a line of blow over his nonexistent cleavage, letting out a satisfied groan as he snorted it into his nose.

“Goddamn!” The chunky gold rings on Johnny's fingers dug into Daniel’s cheeks as he thrust up from the couch, jerking his load into his ass in messy spurts. “Goddamn!”

Half of it splattered on the carpet and Daniel grimaced as he felt a wet trail of semen on his glitter-sticky thigh. "You're so messy."

Johnny slumped against the backrest like someone had let the air out of him, blinking at Daniel with glazed eyes. "I'll be happy to clean you up, baby." He spread Daniel's cheeks apart and thumbed at his tender hole.

"Yeah, I bet," Daniel snorted, slapping his hand away.

He reached into Johnny's front pocket and pulled out his burgundy handkerchief, dabbing it against his sticky thighs. He was about to discard it, but Johnny snatched it from his hand, wiggling his brows as he tucked it back into his pocket.

"You perv," Daniel scolded, and did his best not to think about what Johnny was going to do with the thing in the privacy of his opulent Encino home. He crossed his arms over his chest and cocked his brow at Johnny. “You feeling cheery yet, old man?”

Johnny's pupils were like empty holes under the purple spotlight, hair a mess of sweaty cowlicks. He gave Daniel's ass a slap, his mouth stretching into a loopy grin. “Honey, I’m on cloud fucking nine.”

Daniel traced the coarse length of Johnny's whiskers with his finger, his smile playful as he leaned in to press his lips to Johnny’s ear.

“If you shave this thing, I’ll sit on your face and let you eat me out, for free.”

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