#like yeah im sure thats fine. normal stuff

[branmuffins22]

my computer was unable to connect to the internet for the past 20-ish hours but i finally fixed it so HUZZAH

[gale-dekarios]

im not saying all of my posts are bangers, but its hard not to notice that posts i make about other companions easily break 100 notes no sweat, with the upper limit breaching 1k, to outliers of well over 4k, but whenever it's about wyll, it's crickets. i dunno, youre allowed to interact with anything you want to, and this isnt a call to reblog from me, specifically, this is the same for a lot of wyll orientated posts ive seen, but its just odd. and by odd i mean racist.

[nonsensechemicals]

crying whenever i talk about Cookie9 because all my friends have these interesting and unique theories on them while i take everything too literally and they all just stare at me like “dude… uuugh we r TIRED” <-they dont actually say this they are very kind to me but i can Feel It

[angeliteeyes]

Hi im the one who asked for the astral express reader x kafka fic xd. Ive come to ask for more its thats fine by you

Imagine like, trying to sneak her up on the express but reader sucks at lying so their just smiling and giggling while trying to make excuses.

But yeah take all the time you need, i really enjoy x reader fics when they put some focus on comedy and i think you really nailed it xd

Thanks in advance if you end up taking this request :D

Hello again, nice to hear from you!!! Aww thank you so much, I tried my best with that one to match the request's vibe lol. Here u go!

Kafka x Astral Express Reader - Sneaking Her Aboard

-> First Kafka x AE Reader fic here

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"Kafkaaaaa, I haven't seen you in so long! I get that we were busy with all the Xianzhou stuff, but still..." Your voice whined into your phone's microphone, earning a soft chuckle from her. After she disappeared on you last time, your poor heart couldn't help but yearn to see her once again. Her warm voice tore you out of your thoughts.

"Darling, if you miss me that much, why don't I come over?"

Your face scrunched a little. "You mean like, come over come over? Not go-on-a-date over, actually getting on the Express?" The idea made your heart feel fuzzy. Sure, you'd been together plenty of times before, but... with the strained relationship between the Stellaron Hunters and the Astral Express, you hadn't dared bring her aboard. At least not until today.

"Sure, as long as you'll help me. You will, won't you?" Even with no visuals, you could still hear her scheming smirk loud and clear; of course, you answered it with one of your own.

"Count me in."

*

Thank the Aeons Pompom was busy cleaning around the opposite end of the vehicle. You'd already managed to bump into an embarrassing amount of corners on your way back into the Express, to the amusement of your stylish stowaway.

"You always this clumsy, dear?" She whispered into your ear from behind, forcing your already rosy cheeks to flush an even deeper hue. Just as you started to shush her, a familiar-sounding set of heels clicking rapidly caught your attention, forcing you to switch gears. Ugh, those have to be Himeko's. Why'd she have to come out now of all times?

"Crap—Kafka, you have to hide. Hurry!" You hissed at her, but... No way. She's laughing. You're about to be strangled to death by Himeko as punishment for sneaking Kafka in, and she's laughing. Wowwwwww.

"You can't be serious right now... Ugh, just go—uh, behind there!" Before she could make any snide comments, you hurriedly shoved her down to the ground behind a booth-style structure. Just in time too, apparently, based on the way Himeko's footsteps grew louder and louder with each passing second. You barely were even given a chance to check whether Kafka was properly hidden or not before heels clicking turned to silence.

"And what exactly are you doing up so late? I already told you that we need to be up and ready to go early tomorrow." As your eyes met Himeko's disapproving glare, a nervous grin swept across your face. In normal circumstances, she wouldn't intimidate you quite this much, but... well, you've seen the way her posture shifts around your partner. Not to mention the bitterness etched into each of their conversations (although, it's nothing compared to the flavor of her infamous coffee).

"Oh uh, heh... sorry about that. I just got um... thirsty?" You rubbed the back of your neck. She continued to stare at you, unamused.

"Right. Which is why your hands are completely empty, even though you're heading back to your room. Care to explain that?" She crossed her arms.

Huh. Maybe you should've sat with that idea a little longer.

"Um... Oh wait, I could've just drank it all back in the kitchen! See, Himeko, you have nothing to worry about." Your grin beamed at her as a surge of pride coursed through you. Good thinking, you.

"Hm, so you're saying you could've. Is that correct?"

Weird question, but you couldn't let your confidence waver now. "Mhm!"

"Which means you didn't actually do that."

A still silence permeated the air as your brain took some time to process the meaning behind her words. Nothing you said seemed wrong to you, but she clearly caught you somehow—

Oh. Oh. Yeah, you messed up for sure. Apparently seeing that your brain had finally caught up to the current situation, Himeko sighed.

"Look, just tell me what you're hiding. It'll make things easier for the both of us." Her eyes seemed to land longingly on a part of the kitchen. If you recall correctly, right where her line of sight is should be her... coffee machine, you think. "Well, what is it?"

Your feet shifted back and forth a little. "It's... Kafka."

"Excuse me?" Himeko turned to you in disbelief, clearly not having been expecting that as your response. Behind you, the sound of fabrics rustling together echoed out, indicating said stowaway's change to a standing position. A wave of tension rushed through the air between them, albeit a rather one-sided version—made clear by Kafka's carefree expression.

"Long time no see, Himeko. Did you miss me?" Her remark earned an eyeroll from the other woman.

"As if." She grimaced while motioning a hand over her forehead, pondering for a few moments. Her gaze moved between the two of you lovebirds back and forth before ultimately settling on you. With a heavy coating of reluctance, she opened her mouth. "I can't believe I'm letting you get away with this. Just... promise me you won't do anything else stupid tonight. And you" — she glared at Kafka — "don't you dare take advantage of this for any of your Stellaron Hunter schemes.

Kafka raised her palms in the air. "You don't have to worry about me. I've already got my hands full with this one right here." She winked at you, as if she hadn't just tried to get you in trouble earlier. Still, you couldn't stay mad for long with how much excitement was fluttering around in your stomach.

The two of you leaned into each other as you watched Himeko saunter off towards the kitchen, leaving you two behind to bask in each other's company. It wasn't long before your body began to sink into her warmth more deeply.

"I'm still annoyed at you for earlier, y'know." She laughed softly, all the while guiding you over to your room with gentle hands.

"Sorry darling, you're just so fun to play around with. I can make it up to you if you want."

You pouted at her. "And how're you planning to do that?"

But you didn't really have to ask. After being together for so long, even without saying a word, it was obvious to both of you what that sentence sparked in your minds. As your hands interlocked, you mused; maybe you could forgive her, just this once.

[aleenuhs]

Over The Phone

Kate Lockwood x Fem!Reader

warnings: smut, pillow humping, masturbation, dom kate sub reader, cursing, pet names, teasing

wc: 1.4K

send reqs, i would love to write more abt kate <3

Kate was away in Florida for business stuff that you didn’t keep up with because it didn’t pertain to you in any way. But you hated that she’d be gone for a week. When she told you that she’d be away for some time, you shook your head, thinking she was messing with you for sure. 

When she left, you sat back in the bed, not knowing what to do with yourself. You tried to work on your homework and go out with friends, but that was all short-lived. By Wednesday, you were so fucking bored. That’s why you called to “check in” around 12:20 AM. Around that time, she would probably still be awake, getting out of the shower. She liked being up at night; she claimed it was calming and easy. 

She didn’t pick up the first time, maybe she was asleep after all, you thought. You set your phone down beside you and lie there. 

Referring to this entire week she’d be gone, she told you not to touch yourself, not to even think about it. Kate knew that would drive you up the wall, but how could you listen to that? That was impossible. You didn’t want to disobey her, but you did. She wouldn’t find out anyway. You grabbed a pillow while you lay down on your stomach, then placed it between your legs and started to roll your hips, pressing down softly just to ease the ache, to hopefully feel something. You bit your lip and let out a quiet breath. It was no good without Kate. Your phone buzzed beside you, before you could even start to get off at the thought of your girlfriend. Kate's name flashed across the screen. It’s like she knew what you were up to. 

You scrambled up and threw the pillow onto the floor, then picked up your phone and answered the call. “Kate!” Your voice was weirdly high-pitched and more cheerful, probably the most it had been in days. Your fingers subconsciously drifted down your lower stomach, you imagined being caught by her, or imagining what she would do if she were with you right now. 

Kate smiled at your voice as she sat down on the bed, some papers scattered around in front of her. “I was having a shower, I didn’t see your first call,” she replied, underlining something on a paper. 

“Hm. Yeah, thats fine,” you smiled, moving your middle finger to your clit, a small whimper escaped your lips as you did so, you quickly tried to cover it up with a cough.  She heard that, but played it off. 

“How was class today? What did you do?” Kate asked, placing her phone down next to her and turning on the speaker. 

“It was okay, normal, boring. I went to this new coffee shop, over in SoHo.” You could feel the redness creeping up on your face, how Kate actually paid attention to what you did while she wasn’t around. “But it wasn’t really all that, I miss you and your coffee.” You whispered the last part of your sentence, laughing nervously, trying to keep your cool. At this point, you were trying to get off to her voice. You continued to pleasure yourself. 

“I miss you too; I’ll be there soon,” she said absentmindedly, thumbing through the papers on her lap. You could hear the faint rustle of them. Her voice was lower now, a little rougher. Maybe she fucking listened to the way your breath hitched. Suddenly, she paused, like she was listening. You knew her good enough to realize that that wasn't just a silence, it was suspicion. 

“You sound out of breath, why?” She remarked, the corner of her mouth lifting. She took a moment. ‘What exactly are you doing, sweetheart?”

Your breath hitched again, “Nothing.”

A longer pause. She could hear you. “You’re touching yourself.” That was more of a statement. 

You opened your mouth, and your first instinct was to lie, of course. You quickly shut up. 

“Didn’t I tell you not to?” Her voice was changed, and the warmth disappeared. “Did I not explicitly tell you not to touch yourself while Im gone?” She scoffed. 

You tried speaking, but nothing came to mind until you randomly blurted something out. “I didn’t forget. I just.. missed you. I couldn’t sleep.” You could hear her condescending laugh, it made your blood boil. “Kate, c’mon, I’ve been so bored.”

“I told you, and you didn’t listen.” 

“It was hard to listen to that.”

“That was the point.” 

You gulped, literally. “Kate…” 

“Put me on video, love.” Kate sighed. 

“What?” 

“FaceTime, right now.”

You hesitated, but your finger was already at the button when her face popped up on your screen, flushed from her bath and her damp hair tucked behind her ears— you felt caught. She tilted her head at you, “Show me.” 

You blinked slowly, “Show you what?” 

“Use your head, show me how far you got before you called me.” You shifted the phone, reluctantly aiming it downwards, just enough to grant her a look at the blanket you were under, your thighs still slightly trembling. “There you go.” You felt so damn embarrased, turned on and you didn’t know what was worse. “I’m going to tell you exactly what to do, and you will listen.” 

You nodded quickly. 

“You don’t get to come until I say.” 

You looked around, sighing. But ultimately listening. “Blanket off, I want to see.” 

Your cheeks burned as you pushed the blanket down; the cold air was insulting. Your thighs tensed instinctively, your hand hovered near your core, but not touching. You skillfully balenced your phone to give her a view that was a bit shaky, your legs were parted, your pussy was wet. She could see that. She was just staring. Kate exhaled quietly. “Christ. All of that? For me?” You nodded, you were too shaken to speak.

You were already so sensitive, and the sound of her voice was making everything way worse. You started to reach between your legs again, but she clocked it, fuck. “No.” She said as your hand froze, “You don't move unless I say to.” Nodding, you placed your hand elsewhere. “Spread your legs just a bit wider.” You could hear her adjusting slightly, her pushing the papers aside, the soft rustle of her robe. Some moments passed by before she spoke again, “Okay… just with two fingers, slow circles.” You listened, letting out a breathy moan as your fingers met your swollen clit, it was horrible for you, going that slow. But Kate’s eyes were glued to your every move. “Good.” She praised you softly, “Is this how you were touching yourself earlier, before I called back?”

For a moment, you looked at her, your breath catching in your throat. She was staring right at you, her gaze was intense, nearly possessive. You bit your lip as if to hold back what you were going to say, “I humped a pillow.” 

Kate laughed, amused. “Seriously? I nearly feel bad.” 

“Yes, Kate.” You gasped.

“Keep going, just a little faster now.” You moved a little faster, whining her name as your head tilted back into the pillow. You were so close already. “Don’t.” You whimpered, but your body wasn’t obeying. You tried so hard to hold back. “You got it, sweetie. Take what I give you.” 

When you got close, twice, she made you stop. Kate was touching herself now, and you knew it in the way her breaths were becoming shorter, heavier. Somehow her eyes never left yours, though. 

By the third time, tears entered your eyes. “Kate, please, Im sorry… please, it won’t— happen again.” She giggled at you. 

“Alright.” She let up, “rub your clit faster. Fuck yourself with your fingers too.” Listening, you did as she told you. You rubbed your clit, your hips jerked up, your moans got louder and more frequent. “That’s it.” 

That was it for you, and luckily, she let you come finally. “Come for me, baby.” 

That did it for you. You came with a cry, thighs shaking, mouth falling open as the pleasure was all-consuming. You kept on, fingers pumping slowly as you rode the high out. “Fuck.” You gasped. “Mh.. Kate.” 

Just listening to your moans and the lewd sounds your pussy made had Kate coming right after you,  you could hear her too, a muffled “fuck” falling from her lips. Broken. Kate let her head fall back, chest heaving. “Hell.” She whispered. 

Some silence passed, an oddly liberating silence. 

Kate spoke first. “I'll be home in three days,” She said, fixing herself. “I love you. Go get yourself some water, and change the sheets while you’re at it.” She smiled at the camera, you were still coming down. She was fine, but noticed your lack of response. “Are you going to say anything?” She said 

“Got it.” You held a thumbs-up, and she ended the call, leaving you there. 

[ganondoodle]

since i have seen this argument pop up again and again and now its used to defend the minecraft movie

i really hate the argument that something, be it a movie or a game, can be as shitty as it wants when its primarily aimed at kids (or people THINK it is aimed mostly at kids) bc its 'just for kids'

like children are lesser an stupid? like they arent incredibly impressionable and deserve good movies? im not saying they should only watch critical acclaimed drama movies, but you can make a movie 'for kids' AND make it good, its been done before, sure there will always be shit movies, and thats fine, but dismissing any kind of criticism towards them bc "its just for kids" feels so unecessarily mean spirited towards children, like they are little people in wildly different stages of development!! they can think too!!

'kids' itself is such a wide range that i feel its not very useful as a category anyway, a 5 year old isnt the same as an 11 year old, both of them should get good things, and both can watch or play things they may not completely understand yet! i grew up with shrek, and while a big parody and haha fart humor movie, they (1+2) have an incredibly strong core, i didnt udnerstand them fully when i was little, so what? i still enjoyed them, i felt more connected to them than any disney movie (bc hey .. the monster is the main guy and no they dont all turn into conventionally pretty humans as the ultimate reward- i felt othered throughout my life too) and i still do, theres jokes and themes and meaning i understood fully only when i was rewatching them as an adult, i still enjoy them even at 27

and like, shouldnt it ESPECIALLY matter what children watch? (not in the puritan brain worm way) bc they are ... people in development?? do you think if they just sit down and watch shitty movies and play games that dont challenge them at all, be it thinking critically or emotionally, all day it wont have an affect on them??

(im sorry to bring up totk again, but that 'its for kids' argument has been used to defend it so much too, and its so incredibly annoying to me, ah yes, its puzzles are all skippable or easy as shit bc its main target are kids and children are stupid and shouldnt be challenged ever, the story is a simple fairytale type deal maybe to you, but contains alot of harmful stereotypes that have led to real world harm and its repeated unquestionably while offering nothing intersting to think or engage with, theres a reason alot of childrens media contains alot of stereotypes to propaganda even but its just for kids of course its not propaganda bc kids are stupid and cant understand that lol BECAUSE they are so impressionable, if a series 'for kids' only lets the girls be in frilly pink dresses and do 'girly' stuff do you not think that wil affect how they think about themselves??

if they keep seeing the light skinned blonde heroe stab the unquestioned evil arab stereotype bc he wants to take over your holy land bc hes just 'evil' and is never ever humanized in any way and only presented as a monster, while the good little maiden princess does everything she can to support her hero in shiny armor with big sad doe eyes and pretty little white dress- do you not think it will affect them? if it were an isolated incidence perhaps not much, but its a stereotype perpetuated to such a degree that you think its just 'how fairytales go'? yeah, you have been influenced by these portrayals, they are working as intented- and if they are used as such in media without the writer intending to influence you that way? thats even worse bc it means it has been so normalized to think that way people dont even realize it- while alot of real people in the world are ganondorf, they are demonized and dehumanized, others think of them as inherently evil.. but its just a "simple fairytale"

yes i know children can also question things on their own, but you shouldnt assume that comes naturally and then also in just the correct way, i questioned why i was just doing whatever the talking boat told me to do when i first played windwaker as a kid, but more bc i liked how ganondorf looked and hated being told things to do without a good reason being given (autism much?), 'evil' didnt do it for me, but that doesnt mean i knew he was an evil arab stereotype, i didnt like tetra turning white as zelda, bc i thought she looked cooler before and i didnt like 'girly' things myself, not bc i knew it was whitewashing

-not saying media should be free of anything 'problematic', the problem is how its presented and never questioned or engaged with critically and then that stupid argument being used to dismiss it like children are both unable to think and not influencable somehow-)

[cherrymoonmotel]

∞She Burns at Midnight∞ ✧season1!dean x 70's ghost!reader (use of y/n, mentions of death, fire) ✧ all roads lead back home. even when he doesn't want them to. but this time he meets you. forever stuck. forced to die over and over. but not if he can help it. ✧w/c: 3.2 k ✧I was listening to led zeppelin and thinking about dean.duh. and this started off soooo different. i was trying to lean into a 70's rocker reader x dean. but it kinda just went this way. ᴺᴼᵂ ᴾᴸᴬᵞᴵᴺᴳ ⇉ "Your time is gonna come" - Led Zeppelin

Lawrence, Kansas – 2005 –

driving into Lawrence isn’t easy. when they saw the papers, their old house plastered on the front. “family killed in home fire”. his stomach can't help that uneasy feeling that floods through him. 

him and sam pull up out front. suits on. fake badges in hand. they acquaint themselves with the detectives. scope out the scene. 

“this is freaky” dean murmurs, walking the halls of his childhood home. sam’s quiet. 

“never thought i’d come back here” he says. its honest. he's never wanted to. but his past always seems to creep into his present. he's a winchester after all. when has he ever gotten what he wanted. 

“bottom floors clean” sam says, tucking his EMF meter in his suit pocket. looking at the singed walls of the kitchen. “maybe it really was just a fire dean, nothing supernatural at all”

dean lets out a breath. “i’d like to believe that sam, really. but a fire. here.” he runs a hand over his face. “i'm gonna check upstairs. you see if you can grab any information from the neighbours.” sam nods. 

dean makes his way upstairs. uneasy memories seem to keep creeping into his mind. the last time he ran down these stairs. his brother in his arms. the smell of smoke. how scared he was. 

he shakes his head as if to banish them. EMF meter in hand. going down the hallways. in the rooms. his old one. his parents. sams. and nothing. not a single thing. he does a double take. just to be sure. he needs to be sure. 

he goes back to his room. memories clouding his train of thought. peeking inside the closet. EMF meter tucked in his pocket. when he hears that familiar whirring and buzzing. he stills. pulling it out if his suit pocket. trailing it along the floor of the closet. nothing. only when he trails it up the wall does it start to hum. 

“what the-” he looks up. an attic door he’s never noticed. painted over. his phone buzzes in his pocket. sam. he answers. shoving the EMF meter back in his pocket. balancing the phone with his shoulder as he flicks open a pocket knife. “yeah sammy?”

“im just finishing up with the neighbours, asked them about the fires, anything unusual. get this. old guy, a mr. arnold, told me about a fire that happened before this one” dean hums. 

“yeah sam. we know about that fire” he says gruffly, looking up at the attic door. 

“thats the thing dean. there was one before mom. said his memory was hazy, but i looked it up. 1971. girl dies in house fire, Lawrence kansas. thats 12 years before mom.”

dean pauses at that. “three fires? sam this just keeps getting weirder.” he sighs. looking for something to stand on. 

“yeah it does, did you find anything?” dean pulls a chair from the desk in the room and stands on it, knife peeling the paint around the small attic door. “maybe, only place that got a hit was the attic.” he says with a grunt. popping the door up and open. 

“dean be careful. wait till i get there. i’ll be five minutes, tops.” but this was dean. wait might as well mean, yeah go ahead. 

he huffs into the phone. “i'm fine sammy, see ya”. he says flipping his phone closed, shoving it into his pant pocket. its dusty and dark, a small window at the front of the attic illuminating the room ever so slightly. he lifts himself up and into the dusty space. 

seems normal enough. as far as creepy dusty attics go. boxes. clothes. toys. maybe some of this stuff was his. he wouldn’t remember. but it was a box labeled ‘vinyls’ that caught his eye. walking over cautiously, floor creaking under him. EMF whizzing in his pocket. he crouched down, flipping through them. they looked old. proper vintage. it was like dangling bait.

“dean?” he heard sam call from the bedroom. “you up there?” he calls. deans still flipping through the records when he answers. “yeah up here sammy. i don't know what’s ticking the EMF but i found this killer box of- aw come on, vintage zeppelin!” he feels like a kid on christmas. he picks out the vinyl. Led Zeppelin I. feeling the worn album between his fingers when- he blinks. something feels off, weird. like the room flickered around him. 

“sam?” he calls. no answer. maybe its the dust getting to him. stale old attic air. he shakes his head, running a hand over his face. he flips the vinyl over. wiping the dust away he sees a name scribbled in the corner. y/n. he says it out loud. tucking it under his arm. he stands and walks back to the attic door. lowering himself down, until he drops down to the ground. 

Lawrence, Kansas –1971– An hour before midnight

he stumbles. landing in clothes hanging underneath him. tripping on boots and shoes that cover the closet floor. “what the?” he mumbles, the vinyl still tucked beneath his arm as he looks around. the rooms hazy from smoke. the wallpapers yellow and striped. record player on. playing some Fleetwood Mac song in the corner. where the hell was he? his hand rests on the gun tucked in the back of his pants. unsure of what’s going on. 

when a girl walks into the room. cigarette hanging from her lips. long brown hair wild and messy. blue bellbottoms on. big belt. cropped t-shirt. walking across the room. humming along to the words of the song. he clears his throat then. and she turns. the black mug of coffee she was carrying falls to the ground. a gasp leaving her lips. cigarette dangling. 

“who the fuck are you?!?” she says. eyes roaming over him. as she hurries to put the cigarette out on an ashtray. her eyes landing on the record under his arm. “is that my zeppelin record?” 

he doesn’t know where to look. his eyes darting from the record under his arm to the girl standing across the room from him. “umm i- are you y/n?” he asks. remembering the name on the back of it. 

she nods. she hasn’t moved, and he realizes he hasn’t takes his hand off the gun tucked in his back. she starts to move across the room then. bare feet on the shaggy cream carpet. 

“so what? you just came in here to steal my vinyl? mess with my shit?” she asks, rounding her bed, getting closer to him.

he untucks the the record, handing it over to her. and she grabs it. stepping back to her record player, tucking it with her others. his hands shoot up, palms out in defence. “i didn't break in, and no i didn’t want to steal it. well not- one second i'm in my old house, and the next i'm..here?” 

her eyes narrow. “your house?”

he sighs. “yeah, in Lawrence. Lawrence, Kansas”. he says, eyes still looking around her room. the posters littered on the walls. tarot cards thrown on a rug by the window. candles lit around the room. 

she stares at him as he looks around her room. and something shifts. curiosity maybe. and then she speaks “this is Lawrence”.

he looks at her. beginning to understand. “right. but its not- not my Lawrence” he says, making a gesture around the room with his hands. “its 2005 where i’m from, and i’ll bet for you its.. not”

she lets out a breath. it could almost be a laugh. “yeah no, try 1971”. 

he just stares at her. unsure of what do to really. what to say. “its- your telling me right now its 1971?” he asks. he’s really done it this time hasn’t he. sam was gonna kill him.

“look man, you showed up in my room, claiming your from the future! your either high, or i am” she says, looking him up and down. “whats with the suit?”

he looks down at himself. what can he say? hey yeah i hunt ghosts and monsters and i impersonate FBI agents on the side! yeah. no way. “look i'm not sure how to even begin explaining this” 

“okay let me get this straight. so your not from here.” she says, hands motioning to her surroundings. “so then what is this? some kind of time travel?” the way she says it lets him know that she doesn't exactly believe it. and he can’t blame her.

he takes a breath. “uh yeah i guess. or some kind of curse. ghosts maybe. i don't know, kind of a coin toss in my line of work”

she blinks “your line of work?”

he goes to speak then, to try and explain what he means. when the lights in her room start to flicker. and dean stills. so does she. the lamp in the corners light bulb pops and fizzles out with a loud crack. casting the room in the shadow of candles and the street lamp outside. 

she doesn't jump at the crack of the bulb breaking. looking over as if its not unusual. “does that happen a lot?” dean asks, the room suddenly feeling colder. his hand moves back to the gun tucked in his waistband. 

“no, well not really. started happening last week. the same bulb. around this time of night. and i've been calling my landlord, but he says the electrical is fine, doesn't know why its fritzing”

his brows furrow “what else happens?”

she opens her mouth and then closes it. as if she’s unsure wether to tell him or not. 

“the phone. it rings at midnight, or at least it has for the past few nights. but no ones ever on the line. and i keep hearing music. or i think i do, i'm not sure. and sometimes it smells like smoke, but theres never any fire”

his jaw tightens, whatever this is it doesn't sound good. “what kind of smoke?”

she shrugs. “wood, or ash maybe. why?”

he doesn’t answer right away. he walks over to the shelf where she tucked the zeppelin vinyl away. pulling it out. running his thumb along the back. where her name is scribbled. and he looks down to the ground. the tarot cards he had noticed earlier sprawled out catching his eye, as if she had just done a reading, cards abandoned on the ground.

“didn’t peg you for the fortune telling type?” he states, crouching down to the ground to get a better look. 

“didn’t peg you for the home invading time traveller type, so i guess we’re both full of surprises” she shoots back, arms crossed over her chest. 

he almost smiles at that. but his smile falters as he looks at the cards on the ground. one in the middle. upside down. askew from the others. he flips it over. 

death

“you pulled this tonight?” he asked, concern etched into his face as he looks up at her.

she shifts her weight as she stands, like shes sharing his concern. “yeah, and?”

“did anything else come up with it?” 

she hesitates before she answers, and he can already tell its going to be bad. “the moon. five of cups. the tower.”

his brows lift as she reads them out. “jesus”

“yeah, i know” she mutters. “but death doesn't always mean, like actual death, you know?”

he’s still crouched down looking up at her, his face stern. “it does when you keep smelling smoke, when your phone keeps ringing at midnight”

she doesn’t reply. but something in her posture goes still. like a memory thats bone deep is trying to crawl back up to the surface. and then a flicker of something in her eyes, recognition maybe. or fear. 

he stands slowly, the death card between two of his fingers as he points to her. “you ever pull this before?”

she nods, once. “every night this week”.

and his stomach drops.

he just stares at her. “stay here. don't move. i'm gonna go look around” he says. and she makes no protests, almost like she’s not sure what to say. like this wasn’t part of the script. and dean walks out of her room. gun in hand as he starts to piece it all together. 

its 1971, he's in Lawrence, in his house. this has to be the first fire. why? he's not sure. but as he walks down the hallway, as he starts descending the stairs. is when he smells it. the smoke. ash. when he sees the charred walls of the kitchen. living room. like the fire had already happened. like it keeps happening. 

she’s stuck. this is her loop. 

he makes his way upstairs. and he stills when he hears it. the hauntingly familiar chords of “your time is gonna come” playing on her record player. he walks back into the room. 

he watches her from the door way. he wasn’t sure how he didn't see it sooner. her movements all look so fluid. almost rehearsed. practiced. like she’d done this a million times before. and she probably had. 

“do you always start that record before you burn?” the sounds of zeppelin singing ‘your time is gonna come’ eerily floating through the room. 

she pauses. her hand still on the volume knob. blinking at him, like she was trying to understand what he had just said to her. “i don't burn”

he tilted his head. “that's not what the scorch marks on your kitchen walls say”

she frowns slightly. arms crossing over her chest. “you sound like my dreams”

he walks over to her, stepping closer, over the tarot cards on the ground. his boot nearly landing on the upturned death card. “what do you mean?”

“i always wake up before i figure them out” her voice softens then. “every time i get to the cards. i get interrupted. then i forget, until next time.”

he crouches down again, looking at the cards. the tower. the moon. his fingers hovering above them. “you ever wonder why you keep doing it?”

“doing what?”

“playing that same song. pulling the same cards. dying the same night”

she doesn't answer right away. her eyes looking over at the record spinning. like she’s hearing- actually hearing the song for the first time. after a moment she whispers “its just what i do”

his chest tightens at that. and then he looks up at her. at how the candle light casts shadows over he face. hair messy over her shoulder. hauntingly beautiful. tragically. because he can’t save her. she’s already dead. 

the phone rings. 

sharp and loud. cutting through the zeppelin track like a knife. she didn't flinch, but he did. his eyes snapping to the rotary phone in the hall, just outside her door. it rang again.

Midnight 

she didn't move to answer it. her eyes still stuck to the record spinning. 

“it always rings”

dean stepped towards her. “who is it?”

“i don’t know” a beat passes. “i never find out”

the air shifts with something thick. like the house was holding its breath. 

deans pulse is thrumming. “you ever think to unplug it?”

she blinks. “no. why would i?”

because your in a loop. he wants to scream. because your stuck.

but he doesn’t. not yet. 

instead he grabs her wrist. “you need to come with me”

she looks down at his hand on her. like it doesn't belong. “what? why?”

“listen. y/n. your gonna die. here. in this house” he looks around. “its not safe, somethings wrong with this night, and i don't know what. so we need to go.”

“maybe you should sit down. your freaking out”

“no” he snapped. tugging her towards the door of her room. the phone rings again. 

“your just used to this. you don’t even know your dying because its happened so many times. but its not gonna happen tonight. cause i'm here. i'm not letting it happen again”

she looks back over her shoulder as the phone rings for the last time. the dial tone droning. the sound was final and dreadful all at once. the record player still spinning. stuck repeating the chorus over and over. haunting. 

“what would you do right now?” dean said a little frantically. “if i wasn’t here, where would you go?”

she looks at him, confused, uncertainty on her face. and then he smells it. the burning. the crackle of fire.

“the kitchen” she mumbles and dean tugs her arm.

“then thats exactly where we’re not going” he says as he drags her down the stairs. her gaze fixed on the flames that creep up the kitchen walls. he tugs her again, and this time she lets him pull her. 

and they run out the front door. smoke billowing from the back windows. “what the hell is happening?” she asks. frantic and confused. 

he didn’t answer. not yet. waiting to see if the loop would break. if he’d done it. freed her. 

they watch as the house starts to smoke. fire engulfing the kitchen, living room. creeping up the side of the house. 

“i didn’t burn” she mumbles to herself. like she's realizing something. “but why. why now? why you?” 

he swallows as he stand next to her. watching his childhood home go up in flames. “cause in 2005, i find that zeppelin record. the one with your name on the back. and it takes me here. to your loop”

“my loop” she mutters. the words sound so foreign. but they feel so right. “i thought they were just dreams. i’m dead. i thought i was going crazy” she says, like she's been keeping it in. 

“your not. you were just stuck” he says. the sounds of fire trucks whirring in the distance. they watch the fire engulf the first floor of the house. licking up the walls. and this time, she’s not in there. 

“i think this is it” he says. “you get to go. move on”

her expression softens into something grateful. aching. “and you?”

“i go back” 

she turns to him. she looks lighter now. her eyes. her face. like the weight of the loop has lifted. 

“thank you” she says. its barely a whisper. 

Lawrence, Kansas – 2005 –

but before dean can say anything he's back in the attic. like all it took was a blink. record in hand. same dusty room as before. sam yelling for him. like no time had passed at all. he looked at the record. noticing now how the edges of the cover were burned just a little. 

he combs through the rest of the box. but he finds nothing. no other trace of her. but he remembers.

“dean?” sam calls again. snapping him out of whatever daze he was in.

“yeah yeah i'm coming” he says, taking the vinyl, lowering himself down back into the room.

“thats cool” sam says pointing to it. 

“yeah” dean mutters. looking around the room. no more yellow wallpaper and posters littered the walls. the smell of smoke was gone. “i didn't find anything. c’mon” he says. sam looks at him. unsure of what to say.

“didn't you say the EMF was-”

“i was wrong” dean says flatly as he walks down the stairs. through the house. like he couldn’t get to the car fast enough. 

sam follows him. slightly confused. like he’s not telling him something. they get in the car. sam puts the vinyl on the dash. 

“you sure every thing is okay man?” sam asks, concern over his face. 

dean doesn't answer. putting the car in drive. sam gives up. figuring it's better to let him brood on his own. so he flicks on the radio. 

“your time is gonna come” by Led zeppelin rattles through the impalas speakers.

dean hits the gas. and he doesn't look back.

a/n: this was pretty fun to write. i miss season one dean, him and his makeshift EMF meter 😫😫😫

[krispdreemurr]

Oh yeah no i 100% think the prophecy is gonna be subverted, even if it says something about "the dark worlds ending forever" either theyre gonna change fate thru sheer force of will, OR it will be subverted on a technicality (kinda like the prophecy *implies* that tenna was gonna die, BUT like. well, technically it only describes him being injured, and it doesnt say what happens afterward, so. totally prophecy compliant for him to get fucked up and then get better!)

Now that I think about it, that opens up some fun possibilities for the normal vs weird route and stuff about "not having a choice" and being on a single path. you could have a single prophecy that is true in both routes, depending on the interpretation of the words. Like for example if its something about the dark world ending (just spitballing im sure theres more interesting ways to do this):

- In the normal route, well. technically it did end! because the barriers between the worlds broke, and the worlds kinda. merged? Well, its weird but like. seems like everyones fine? Both worlds technically ended and were technically saved at the same time, making a new weird ass world thats neither light nor dark, and now the lightners have new weird ass neighbors.

- In the weird route, everything ends. You break the game itself down in such a way that there is nothing left but devastation and broken code

....im sure theres better ways to do it than that but just as an example. A double prophecy that works for BOTH routes bc "welllll, TECHNICALLY" could be fun.

no yeah exactly, the tenna thing I think really is toby illustrating "all this Will come true but the specifics of the how and the aftermath are determined by other factors". i honestly think that like with tenna we'll see more cases where it is directly the Same event on all routes, but in one people are prepared to recover from it or mitigate it and in another it's just Bad.

[diamond-rozie]

*standing menacingly at the door* i made u something

anyways lol. i had a lot of school work and was really busy freaking out and stress studying for a singular test that was 4 questions and would be over in like an hour and then i proceeded to cry about it in my car for various reasons.

but yk what that means!

time for our irregular and unscheduled update of

Gotham Academy's Mentorship Program

this episode featuring a fan favorite: Duke Thomas (aka The Signal - but thats kind of irrelevant for this)

you were supposed to read that like it was from a '90s sitcom and the off screen crowd cheers rly loudly.

some house keeping updates: this scene happens in the beginning of the school year (going by the american system should be september) danny meets damian (and upsurges tim on the same day) around midterm which is around october and then the stuff with jason and damian's drawing happens around december. i kinda accidentally burned the irl timeline for anything dc first scene so now im just gonna do whatever i want.

anyways with out further ado:

table of contents

scene 04: after school activities for normal kids

Duke stood around the corner of the classroom awkwardly, wondering if he had made the right call. Sure the bats and the birds had a plethora of hands on deck any time, but most of them specialized as night time heros. Not to say that they were incompetent or anything, they were some of the most skilled and innovative people Duke had ever had the pleasure of meeting. Sure if anything happened, they could handle it, at least until Duke could slip away and show up as the Signal- Alfred and Bruce had assured him so much. But Duke couldn’t slip the guilt of busying away more of his time to after school activities when he could be patrolling or studying instead, 

But Duke had wanted to do something outside of those things, which was specifically why he had made the difficult decision to join a few clubs and after school activities. He could use a break from being surrounded by people who worked the vigilante life-style just to remember how to be a normal civilian. Let himself take a break from constantly be consumed by one case or another, one disaster or another, not being able to do enough no matter how much he tried or how much time he spent patrolling. 

Duke needed to feel grounded, like his feet were on the ground and he could press the brakes and smell the fragrance of life. Even if the fragrance was a forgotten pile of dog s-

“Alright,” The instructor for their culinary club started with a weird German accent that sounded really fake. “I am Herman. You can call me Chef or Chef Herman or just Chef. I will not bore you all with the boring introductions, and let's head right into the cooking, yes. On this paper here I made the partners for all of you to cook with for the rest of the year. If you have problem with it then quit.” 

This Herman guy seemed like quite the character, and was definitely not helping any of Duke’s previous anxieties. Many of Duke’s clubmates seem to think so too, sending their friends various looks. But no one spoke out, and instead shuffled to the front to look at the singular sheet of paper that would assign them their partners. Duke finally made it to the front and saw that he was paired with a Daniel Fenton at Station 7. 

Crossing his fingers that Daniel had at least only a half-rotten personality, Duke made his way over to station 7. The station was already prepped with an assortment of ingredients and cooking equipment. Duke had already set his stuff down claiming the seat closer to the exit (in case) when a lanky kid comes over, “Uh, your Duke Thomas?” He asks hesitantly looking back at the front counter the partner assignment sheet was. 

It took Duke an awkward second longer to realize that this kid was probably his partner. “Oh yeah I am.” He laughed apologetically, “You must be Daniel.” 

“Danny’s fine.” The boy smiled, absentmindedly brushing his messy black hair out of his face, his glacier blue looking at the equipment. Duke couldn’t help but feel like there was something off about Danny. Not in Gotham’s usual psycho-maniac-out-to-terrorizer-the-city-and-kill-innocent-people kind of off, more in a he’s not in sync with the rest of the world off. While Chef Herman explained the general structure of various types of kitchen and kitchen hierarchy that Duke was already familiar with, Duke tried to get a read on him. 

Weird did not mean threat, after all many of the Justice League- heck even the local Wayne/Batclan were pretty weird- and they (usually) didn’t mean any harm. It wouldn’t be fair of Duke to jump the horse like that. 

Deciding he should try to be friendly with him, Duke leaned over, “Is it just me or is Chef Herman’s accent totally fake?” he whispered. 

“Oh, Ancients,” Anciets? “I thought I was just going insane.” Danny sighed in relief with a small chuckle. There was a moment of silence between the two of them where no one said anything for longer than socially acceptable and Duke debated using his powers to see if he could find a clue or something. That seemed kinda invasive, though. 

When the Chef had started instructions on making today's recipe, Chocolate Chip Cookies, Danny helped Duke measure out the ingredients. “So,” Danny tried again, “What are you in for?” 

“What am I…” Duke repeated confused, 

Danny chuckled awkwardly, “Like why you joined the club.” 

Duke seriously needed to get his head in the present; this was getting embarrassing. “Oh.” He nodded in understanding, “I’ve always liked cooking,” Duke shrugged, “When I was little my parents and I would always cook together, and it was always one of my favorite things to do. And I’ve kinda always liked it, but I fell off of it for a while with school and stuff,” emphasis on the stuff “I thought joining a club could help me get back into it and get away from… everything.” That was a little more candid than Duke had planned on being with someone he had met quite literally a few minutes ago, but it felt good to have that out of his chest. The pleasant memories of his parents swimming in his mind. Mixing the dry ingredients, “Sorry that was kind of a lot.” Duke laughed genuinely this time. 

“Dude, no it’s actually so cool that you like to cook.” Danny said admiration was easy on his face, and Duke couldn’t help but feel a little embarrassed. 

“What about you, then?” 

“Ugh,” He groaned jokingly, “You can’t seriously be asking for my lame ass reason after you pulled out the flashbacks.” Danny whined, letting the oven preheat like Chef told them to. 

“C’mon, it’s only fair.” Duke played along, already ahead of the other groups. 

Danny sighed, “Promise you won’t laugh.” 

“Okay, it can’t be that bad.” Duke could already feel the smile cracking on his face. 

“It is.” Danny drawlled, “So I live in the dorms right, and I got to pull some strings and room with one of my friends from back home this year. And well, let’s just say my family has a bit of a reputation for causing problems, and the kitchen definitely wasn’t an exception. One time my dad tried to make some soup for my mom because she got sick.” Duke nodded approvingly, that was a sweet gesture, “It was all fun and games until the bomb squad had to show up and long story short we had to move.” 

“You’re joking.” Duke gaped at the bizarre story, but at Danny’s solemn expression, Duke couldn’t help but be appalled, “A bomb squad over soup.”

“My parents were never really heavy on lab safety,” Danny added, as if that explained everything, “But I burn one pot of water and maybe make a few extra-crispy eggs, and suddenly its all ‘Danny you’re not allowed in the kitchen unless you start taking actual classes’ and ‘Danny that's a biohazard’.” 

“You burned a pot of water.” Duke echoed, Danny nodded innocently, “Water doesn’t burn.”

“Well, maybe you’re just not trying hard enough.” Danny sneered, trying to crack an egg on the corner of the bowl only for all the shell to fall in the bowl and the yolk on the counter. 

“Somehow, I don’t think that’s true.” Duke said, taking the bowl from him and expertly cracking an egg single handedly. Danny looked on in awe. “You said you live in the dorms?” Duke asked easily. 

“Oh yeah, all of the non-local scholarship kids have to.” 

Before Duke could respond, a girl from the station in front of them whips her head around, “You said you’re here on a scholarship?” She asked almost oppressively. 

Danny just as taken aback as Duke felt, “Uh, yeah.” 

“Me, too. Have you heard anything about the Mentorship Program here? Apparently we all have to join.” The girl’s partner was looking between Duke and Danny confused, but returned to their cooking uninterested. 

“Oh, yeah. They make us all join.” Danny nodded. 

“I heard from some of the older kids, that no one actually gets picked for that. It’s just like a weird formality thing.” The girl spoke animatedly, “What department are you in?” 

“Applied physics and engineering design.” The oven beeps that it was ready but no one moved. 

The girl seemed to deflate that answer, “Oh, I’m doing culinary science.” And with that solid conclusionary statement, she turned around and got back to her work station. 

Danny blinked, processing what just happened and slowly turning to look at Duke for proof that just happened. But the second the both of them met each other’s eyes, they burst into a fit of silent laughter. 

Bent vunuralably over the table, trying to catch their breath, they were accosted by Chef Hermon. “The two of you are having a comedy club, not a cooking club.” Chef crossed his arms at the edge of the table. Duke was pretty sure he was trying to sold them, but the fake accent was making it hard to tell. 

Danny cleared his throat and striated up, “Sorry, Sir.” He apologized quickly. 

“Chef.” Hermon peered at them, his hat looking comically large and lopsided on his head now that Duke was getting a closer look. 

“Sorry, Chef.” Duke amended, trying to keep his cool. 

“Yes, finish cooking your cookies.” He nodded satisfied, leaving their station. 

“Okay so,” Duke tried to recount what the last thing they did was, but one look at Danny trying desperately to hold in his laugh had ruined all of Duke’s efforts as well. Barely managing to get their cookies in the oven, over Chef’s fake german accent and floppy oversized chef’s hat. 

“So scholarship for applied physics and engineering design, huh.” Duke recounted from earlier, impressed. 

“Yeah…” Danny trailed off embarrassed, “It sounds kinda snotty.” 

“Dude. That’s literally one of the hardest departments to get into, and the scholarship is no sneeze either. There’s no doubt you worked your butt off to get that.” Duke assured Danny as they sat in their stools waiting for the cookies to finish. 

“Thanks,” Danny smiled sheepishly. They sat in a much more comfortable silence now before Danny spoke again, “What grade are you in by the way?” 

“I’m in 10th. General studies for now, but I was thinking of doing medicine. You?” 

“I could totally see you as a hot-shot doctor.” Danny nodded approvingly, “11th. Technically, I’m your upperclassman then.” 

“Technically?” Duke asked.

“I mean, how old are you?” 

“15.” Duke supplied confused. 

“Me too. I skipped a grade in elementary school, so we’re actually the same age.” Danny explained, sheepishly. 

“Dude, you're actually way smart.” Duke gaped in awe. 

“Hey medicine isn’t a day walk either.” Danny nudged his arm playfully, “I’m glad the mentorship thing is just for show, though. Now that we’re upperclassmen, y’know. I would not want my hands full with some random rich kid.” 

Duke laughed, “Yeah, that definitely sounds like a lot of work.” 

Easily unfolding the conversation into various topics and interests Duke found that he didn’t mind that the cookies were burnt. Or that Danny was definitely weird. But in a good way. Duke was glad they met and would get to hang out and cook with their weird not-German Chef every week. And if Danny and Duke exchanged numbers and planned to hangout outside of club activities, then well who was going to stop them.

[hyunjinswifelol]

study session. h.hj

warnings: weed, getting high, unprotected sex, fingering, oral (f!receive), reader wheres skirt, reader is called y/n, reader is also fem mostly, hyunjin wears rings, reader is a teachers pet, use of slut

summary: reader goes to hyunjin to study, knowing hes really smart. they end up getting high together and do interesting things.

“excuse me, do you know which dorm room is uh.. hwang hyunjins dorm?” y/n asked. the front desk lady gave her a weird look. “why do you need to know?” “hes the smartest in my class and i need tutoring lessons” she said. “hes in room 238 on floor 4. be careful, hes not really a good kind of boy” “i-.. okay thanks!” y/n ran to the elevator, trying not to drop everything, including her bag. she pressed floor 4, and hoped he was even in his room. “room 238.. where is it” she questioned herself, wondering the halls. she found it. her heart was racing. she knocked. “y/n?..” “hyunjin!! hi, can you tutor me please? the math is terrible and-“ “you want me to tutor you?” hyunjin asked, sarcastically laughing. she nodded slowly, afraid he’ll turn her down. “is it too much? are you busy? do i need to come another time-“ “no y/n youre fine. i just wasnt expecting you to come to me” hyunjin said, scratching the back of his neck. she nodded again, less worried. he was much taller than her, she just realized. he was about 5’10, and she was about 5’2. hyunjin opened his door more and let her in. “thanks.. im sorry. i didnt mean to bother you or anything” she said, slightly looking down. “hey its okay.. i understand, schools hard you know? dont worry about it” she smiled and nodded. he was really cute she thought. “do you want a drink?” he asked. “sure.. do you have sweet tea?” hyunjin nodded. “oh sorry.. you can set your stuff down on my table and ill get everything ready” hyunjin said, pulling a chair out for her. “thanks, youre really a gentleman” she said, patting his arm. he blushed. “thanks.. i try to help nice to women. i also try to be nice to you, youre the most favorite in the school you know? the teachers love you” “my parents donated a bunch of money to the school, thats the only reason they love me” “youre really kind to them, they probably like that too, respecting teachers is really important” she nodded. he poured her a glass of tea. “do you smoke?” he asked, sitting down infront of her, handing her the tea. her eyes lit up, and went wide. “do i.. smoke?” he nodded. “do you? i have some weed, we can share a joint before we study, it’ll calm your nerves. youre tense honey” she nodded. “ive never done this before hyunjin.. is it okay?” “ofcourse it is, i wouldnt harm you” hyunjin stood up and went to the kitchen. y/n followed him. he went to roll a joint. he was rolling it up and making it a cigarette type to smoke. y/n was staring at his hands the whole time. the veins, the tings, the tendons, his long fingers. she wondered what they felt like inside her. no. she cant think like that. this is her classmate, and possibly new study friend. “your rings are cool” she softly said. “oh thanks! im glad you notic- how did you notice?..” he said. “i was staring” she mumbled, slightly embarrassed. “you were staring st my hands?” he said, genuinely confused. “yeah.. i mean you have nice hands” “thanks.. are you like.. obsessed with my hands?” “no.. i was just staring cause theyre nice. your nail polish is cool too” she smiled. “thanks” he smiled back at her. “okay done. wanna hit first?” “can you?.. i dont know how to do this” she said, looking at the floor embarrassed. “its okay, dont be embarrassed.. i wouldnt expect you to know how to smoke anyways” he said. he took a big hit, then blew out. “when you take a hit, you’ve gotta inhale it, be careful, it’ll make you cough” he handed it to her. “thanks” she said. she hit it, inhaled, choked a little, then blew out. “wow.. i feel weird” “its normal, after a few more puffs youll feel like youre floating, trust me sweetheart” he said. her cheeks got red at the pet name. she never really liked pet names if she’s completely honest, but she feels warm when he calls her pet names. he took another hit, and did it like a pro. she took another hit, but coughed alot. “its okay, youll get the hang of it” hyunjin reassured her. they took turns back and fourth. after a while, y/n felt very high, and very clingy. “hyunjin.. can we watch a movie?” she asked. “arent we supposed to study?”

“fuck studying” she said. his eyes went wide. she just cussed? “i-.. sure hun, what do you wanna watch?” “romance. like.. shrek!” “thats not a romance honey” he said laughing. “dont laugh.. and yes it is” “okay then..” he took her to the living room. he sat down. she was still standing though. “you can sit down you know..” he said smiling, but slightly confused. “can you spread your legs?” she mumbled. he nodded and did so. she sat in between them. he froze completely. “can you scoot back a little? i dont wanna fall off the couch” she looked back at him smiling innocently. he nodded. he scooted back. she layed back to where her back was against his chest. he got the remote and found shrek and started playing it. she hit the joint again. “jinnie i think im getting high.. am i okay?” she said, now being serious. “its normal love, trust me you’ll be okay” she nodded. she got herself comfortable. her head was resting in ghe crook of his neck, her thighs pressed together between his, her back against his chest, and her hands on his thighs. “this is comfy” she whispered. “good. it is” he smiled. her hair smelled really good. his arms were right beside his thighs, and y/n took that as an opportunity to gran then and wrap them around her waist. he looked down at it, and smiled. “hold me” she said. “okay honey” he said, smiling brighter than ever. she held the joint up to his lips and hetook a hit. she took a hit after him. she turned around and wrapped her arms around his neck, and her legs around his waist. his arms were loosly wrapped around her waist. “hi lovely” he said. she blinked a few times. then smashed her lips on his. he immediately kissed back. his arms tightened around her. she pulled away after a moment. “can we go to your room?” she shyly asked. “what are you wanting to do in there that we cant do in here?” he asked messing woth her soft hair. “can you make me feel good?” she mumbled. hyunjins pants got tight, and she felt that. she was acting so innocent but shes not at the same time, hyunjin loved it. y/n got up and waited for hyunjin to. “right down the hallway lovely” he said, and held her hand softly. she went and sat on his bed, and he closed his door. the only lightin there was a lamp. she stared at him. he stared backat her. “are you sure you want this?” she nodded. “ive never done it before but i want you to be my first hyunjin. please?” she whispered. he nodded. he wanted this as much as she did. hes fucked multiple girls, but none like her. hes always thought that y/n was special and innocent and pretty, but that innocent thought was long gone. hyunjin kissed her, and they started making out. his tounge slid in her mouth, and he bit her bottom lip- making her whine. hyunjin felt his dick get harder. he slowly pushed her down to where she was laying on her back. his hands roamed her body, and she loved it. her mind and his were all fuzzy, most likely from being stoned, but for her it was that and the feeling of his hands all over her. his hand went down to her wet pussy. he broke the kiss. “do you want me to touch you sweetheart?” he asked, teasing her. “yes please” she whined. he rubbed her clothed clit and she moaned. “lets take these panties off okay?” he said, rubbing up and down her thighs. she nodded. he slip them down to her ankles and threw them somewhere across the room. hyunjin rubbed her clit, and it felt even better with her panties off. “you like that? you like my fingers touching you?” “yes- feels s-so good” she moaned out. hyunjin pushed his middle finger in her entrance. she whined and threw her head back on the bed. “you wanna lay down love?” he asked, still fingering her. she nodded. she scooted back to where her back was slightly against the headboard. he crawled in between her legs and he was face to face with her pussy. “can i?” he asked. “please” she whispered. and just like that that, his face was burried in her pussy. his tounge going in and out of her entrance at a fast pace. y/n’s mind was fully blank, only the thought of hyunjin eating her out like a pro. she grabbed his hair.

hyunjin looked up at her. she closed her eyes and whined. hyunjin came up and kissed her, and started fingering her again- but with two fingers. “hyunjin” she moaned. “yes darling? you like it? you like taking my fingers?” he softly said, playing with her hair in his other hand. she nodded and whined. “you look so fucking pretty. a princess getting fucked in that slutty skirt.. my princess getting fucked in her slutty skirt” she moaned. she liked him calling her a slut. “im your slut?” she whispered. “yes darling youre my little slut okay? youre my princess, my slutty princess” he said, fingering her at the fastest pace possible. “hyun- your fingers” y/n moaned out. “my fingers? you like them? they making my princess feel good?” he asked kissing her forehead. “yes they feel so good-your rings they feel” she said before moaning. “they feel good dont they” he said. she nodded. “lets take this little shirt off okay?” he said, pulling her little pink crop top off. she covered her chest. “hey dont cover or be shy my love” he said slowly pulling her arms softly. “here ill take mine off so youre not alone lovely” he said removing his fingers from her pussy. “hyunjin-“ she whined, feeling empty. “i know darling, youll get what you want soon, i promise” he whispered, taking his shirt off and going back down on her again. “you taste like heaven darling” he whispered. he sucked her clit, and she almost screamed. she bucked her hips in his face, practically riding it. “hyunjin im gonna cum- please can i?” she cried. “yes love” he tounge fucked her for a minute and she came right in his mouth. he slurped her juices and came up to kiss her again. she tasted herself. “lets get this slutty skirt off hm?” he said. she nodded, and he ripped it right off. he got off the bed for a minute. he unbuckled his pants and slid them off, as well as his boxers. his cock sprung right out. her eyes went wide in fear. it looked about 9 inches. she was worried it wouldnt fit. “will it fit hyunjin?” she whispered. “yes love, dont worry okay? ill take care of you” he said, laying her down. he aligned his cock with her hole. “im gonna go in slowly okay? squeeze my hand if it hurts” he whispered. he offered his hand and she held it. he pushed in his tip. she squeezed his hand a little. “you okay darling?” he whispered, his thumb carresing her knuckles. she nodded. “you got this” he whispered. he pushed in another 3 inches. he waited a moment and pushed in a few more inches. he still had about 4 more inches to go. so, he went balls deep in her pussy. “youre tight love” he said, smiling at her. “youre big hyunie” she said, eyes welled with tears. “do you want me to move now?” he asked, holding her hand tight. she nodded. he moved about halfway out and pushed back in very slow. he repeated that for a few minutes. “hyun.. faster please” she whispered, eyes shut tight. he hummed an ‘mhm’ and picked up his pace. “shit” he whispered. he went faster now. she moaned his name a few times. “hyunjin faster-“ she said, and then he went at a rapid pace. she moaned even louder than before. “im gonna cum darling, can i cum in you?” he asked. she nodded, tears streaming from her eyes. she felt herself getting closer too. she clenched around him, and then he came. she came a few seconds after him. he layed beside her. she was panting. “you did great love” he said, still holding her hand. sweat was dripping down his neck. she lookrd over at him, and stared at the sweat. she caused that sweat. “lets get cleaned up and head to bed hm?” he said. “im staying here tonight?” she asked. hyunjin stood up and went to grab a towel. “yeah.. if you want to obviously” he said and smiling at her. “can i sleep in here?” she asked, stars in her eyes. “ofcourse lovely” he cleaned themselfs off. she put her underwear and bra on. he put some boxers amd sweatpants on. “hyunjin?” “hm?” “can i borrow a shirt?” “ofcourse, let me get you one” he said. he walked to his closet and found a white t shirt. he handed it to her and kissed her forehead. she smiled and giggled. “what?” he asked.

“you give me butterflies when you kiss my forehead” she said, looking up at him and smiling. “then ill do it more often” he cockily said. she put the shirt on and collapsed on his bed. he layed doen next to her and wrapped his arms around her waist. she rolled over and shoved her face in his chest. “you smell good” she mumbled. “do i?” “mhm” he smiled. he kissed her forehead. “goodnight darling” he said. “goodnight jinnie” “love you” “love you too” she smiled. her face was in his neck and her arms were around his neck, while his was around her waist. they both eventually fell asleep.

[jusst-you-race]

CANON GALEX please🥺 maybeee when lando (or someone else) first moved in and heard them bickering and assumed they dislike each other🤭

lovely cherie and anon here is canon galex through the eyes of lando <3 i love the idea that this is the first lando knows of these two - that they're a bickering married couple... so fitting for the ccc snippet prompts

George Hi, this is Lando, yeah?

I got your number off Carlos.

Lando oh yeah this is lando 

George Great! I’m George, I sort of coordinate all the admin stuff for the building on behalf of everyone, just to make it less confusing for the building manager.

Landook cool 

George There’s a group chat I’ll add you to eventually, I just wanted to reach out first.

Lando chill 

hey do u know whos on each floor 

George I do, yes.

Lando neat cuz im on 5 and i heard a lot of arguing in the corridor right 

like idk these two sounded like they were really annoyed and i didnt want to snoop so i was trying not to listen but like damn it was a lot of back and forf 

George Oh. Right. 

Lando so who lives on 5 with me 

i wanna know what that was

George Um well that was me and Alex.

Lando oh 

LMAO 

sorry

maybe dont fight with ur flatmate in the hall 

George Noted. 

He’s not my flatmate though.

Lando oh just a visitor?

well thats good i guess then i dont have to listen in on your arguments all the time 

George Not a visitor, he lives with me.

He’s my boyfriend.

Lando lmao good one 

George No really, we’ve been dating for years.

Lando HAHAHAJCKGDKHLLJ

SORRY

George No, that’s fine. Sorry for arguing in the corridor. 

Lando damn r u like 

all good?

sounded like a loud argument 

George We’re fine, don’t worry. It’s just… playful teasing. 

Our friends have informed us we fight like a married couple.

Lando oh gross so i was listning in on ur forplay?

yuck

i feel like a voyer 

George A voyeur?

Lando yeah wtvr 

fucking wierd place for a u i hate words

George Right. Well. It was not foreplay.

Lando mmhmm

George It wasn’t! 

It was just us. How we normally are.

Lando kay sure 

George Anyway sorry, it won’t happen again. 

Lando nah its chill 

ur all good 

if u did want a voyer tho hmu

George Is that a joke? If so it’s a terrible one.

Lando fjskgkhk

i like u george 

George I will reserve my judgment on you for a later date.

Nice chatting to you neighbour.

Lando k byeeee

George It was a joke though, right?

Lando :)

[ask-postcrash-curly]

(The dragon stares at you with the biggest pocket face before facepalming so hard its sounds like a slap, a groan is heard)

Curly i am so sorry, i was in such a hurry that i forgot to double check properly, since it was cartoonyband all i didnt pay the attention i should had, i am so sorry

If you dont wanna keep watching it its fine, although if you do decide to, ill probably try to censor everything i can, cant do much about the eating jokes though....

....

You probably heard from possum and the rest, we are leaving, well, most of us anyway, thats part of the reason why im trying to clamp everything i can vefore i am unable to....although i doubt this would be the last time we see eachothers, dragons like me...we can go into the dreams of people. You saw me, or well, the drawing of me, thats what the moon markings on me represent, i can make dreams, and nightmares, happen, the third party has limited my power quite a bit in all the time we've known eachother, if i was in my full power, i could have made the illusions i tried back then or put you to sleep more easily

Thats not to say im not grateful to the third partying it wasn't for them (it? Who knows) i wouldn't have gotten to meet you, specially since you are both not on this planet and well...awake

What im trying to say is....we aren't abandoning you, not completely...even those like possum or grub or maybe ari, those who don't have the same powers me or death or Robin have, I trust all of them will find their way back to you, somehow, somewhen

[Mod, just because I feel the need to clarify, im talking about like, fanfics and fanart and stuff, im not implying you will make a sequel or anything]

(The dragon sighs heavily)

With that said im going to continue with epic, it would be a shame if the connection terminates before finishing it

Next one, warning for flashing lights, extremely simplified fire, it doesn't even move xdd, and talk of baby murder...again: https://youtu.be/qYDms9Z-02A?si=1Tu9wUQc3HePorTw

Ody I am begging you to stop killing babies

And the next one, i wonder what she's doing here :) https://youtu.be/DUJyR-DkmRs?si=B_7wRevx5ncbZdmr

I not gonna send the next one because um...ok remember when I warned you about the song where people are very much eaten and you said that you wanted to hear only the song? Well i just realized that the next song has dismemberement, but its at the end kf the song, so, do you want to hear it until that part and from that point is censored? Or what do you want to do?

And because I haven't share these songs for a while:

[Mod if you could censor the wolf and add the png of a normal wolf I'll appreciate it]

https://youtu.be/bgLN3xZlr4c?si=7hLBld1CFSqfZ5e1

I censored a wolf with a fowl in its mouth just in case xdd

And the next:

[This too mod xdd a wolf and a wildebeast]

https://youtu.be/eJSum8E3BtI?si=IN7NpoiXVYlrtZpE

I'll show you the two remaining songs later, I have to leave now, we'll talk soon ok?

S'okay. I know you didn't mean it.

Sorry, yeah, I'd... I'd rather not. Thank you for, uh, understanding.

...

Mm. Maybe I'll dream of you sometime, then. I'd like that. And if not, well... It's been nice to know you.

Cheers, yeah. I'm... God, I don't understand how any of this works, but I'm beyond grateful for you lot. Obviously you all got me through this bullshit, but besides that, you— you saved the crew. You saved them all. I don't even want to think about— I saw what would've happened without you, yeah? So, uh, thank you all. For stopping that. And thank you, uh, mysterious third party, for... I'm not quite sure what it is that you do. But I'm grateful for it.

I'd... Hah. I'd like that. Somehow.

Hey, I'm sure I can find it. I'm a resourceful guy, and it's not like I'll have anything better to do than watch videos of some ancient animated musical until I'm able to get a new job.

Baby murder again? What, the first time wasn't fucking enough?

Well. The music's nice enough. Even if the words are depressingly relatable... Nevermind. Not relateable. What the fuck, Odysseus? This plan is shit.

Right, uh... Where are we? Huh. There's a tone change. Is he dreaming or something? Hmm. Yeah I don't, uh... This is strange. Even if their voices are great.

Ah. Right. Sure, yeah, that sounds good. Just block those sounds out. Thank you for, uh, taking that time for me. Means a lot.

The music's really nice. Thank you...

Sure, yeah. Thank you. Talk soon.

[intertexts]

also im putting my touys next 2 yours and we are playing dolls <3 do u ever think about potential nhw becky and ashe conversation. i think they should talk. what would ashe think about her.... seeing someone who's lived into their sixties after being controlled by a horrible villain and nearly killing her friends and yet still making it out and having a long fulfilling life after that..... im sure he would feel so normal about it. im sure he would be very well adjusted and fine

I THINK ABOUT THEM SO MUCH DUDE..................... i think they should talk. i think they should hang out. yeah. i think like ashe has never even Considered the possibility that he could like... live to be his dads age even, or like. thought that maybe any kind of. normal adult things like "having a house" or "buying groceries" could ever be in his future, he's always been the worlds most fucking doomed boy! even before muse!! he feels fucking insane visiting them!! i think like... becky's experience 1) with deeply miserable autonomy + identity shit (even if it's different and maybe not necessarily as severe as getting lobotomized daily for a year straight at 16 by a serial killer) & 2) having to come to terms with the fact that you or something using yr body hurt people u love & they still love u and forgive u for it & 3) The Guilt & wanting to pull away and isolate yrself because of it. would be very good and necessary. i think they need that discussion. i think that before this discussion he really like. genuinely doesn't have any clear idea how to move forward with Anything. if that makes sense

also on a slightly less miserable level ashe doesnt know shit about fuck & i think he (aroaspec gayboy whos like never left his room and has 1 million huge emotions that he doesnt know where to put or what to do with & is deeply afraid of hurting the people he loves) would like. benefit from hanging out w a stone bi woman who's three times his age & who also has a really complicated relationship with her three best friends & partners. i think she could knock his head on straight (or like. gay) about a lot of things.

also like he doesnt have a mom he doesn't know a single older lady other than like, maybe fucking ms g who doesnt count. in my beautiful mind he lowkey imprints on her like a baby duckling on account of the aforementioned Everything and also her just being cool as Hell. i think her specific brand of genderisms (gay bug woman with big fluffy hair and a big ass motorcycle. leather. big ol toolbox and she wears cutoff tshirts and jeans to work on the truck in the garage. you understand) is something thats like. so cool to ashe.... she hears that sometimes he goes on rides with virion & makes him come outside to learn how to ride a bike himself. he learns she plays guitar and spends an hour working up his courage to ask if he can hear her play. she probably likes some of the same metal bands he likes, like fucking... mastodon and gojira and anthrax & stuff.... idk. u understand. they are so important actually.

[olivia091108]

For the film

Summary:y/n and Johnny are doing a film together and are fake dating to promote the film

Word count:1.6k

Pairing:Johnny Knoxville x reader

Getting a call from the director is never good so I walk into his office to see what’s wrong. When I see that Johnny is there I’m not as worried it’s probably something about a script change. I take a seat next to Johnny and ask what’s going on

The movies coming out in 4 months and we’re trying to find a way to promote it.

“Cant you just put out billboards like everyone else?” Johnny asks

“That’s what everyone does I want to do something exciting so me and the team came up with you two pretend to date”

“What?! What do you mean”

“Just going out on dates and being seen together then the paparazzi will put out the pictures and in interviews you can say how you fell in love and once the films out your done easy”

“No one’s gonna believe that”

“Your actors just act. Speaking of we’ve wrapped for the day since we’re trying to find locations”

Me and Johnny leave his office and it’s a bit awkward to be honest because I know that we kiss for the movie but this is different it’s actually real

“Wanna come round mine and we can figure this out” Johnny’s voice snaps me out my thoughts and I nod

“I’ll be round in an hour”

“Alright see you then”

Johnny’s house was really nice it was the right size for him and inside is decorated and it’s quite clean for Johnny. He just finished getting us a takeaway from burger king and he comes back in holding two beers and hands one to me.

“Ok so i was thinking if were going to be doing interviews they will obviously ask how it happened so we should figure that out any ideas.”

“We has mind blowing sec and you couldn’t get enough of me” he says it so seriously i could barley tell if he was joking.

“No how about we were flirting on set a lot i like you you like me and we kiss and then go out on a date.”

“Boring we should go out to a club or bar and then we come outside kiss make sure paparazzi get the shot then you come back to mine.”

“What so its like a one night stand then we fall in love. I don’t think so that would only be talked about for 3 weeks tops.”

After 10 minutes the food got here and we still hadn’t decided on anything and with a couple of empty beers next to me i was getting a but tipsy

“Ok ok ok how about we get seen together doing normal co star things but it gets more girlfriend boyfriendy until like a month and a half before the films released where we confess to dating”

“Thats actually a pretty good idea fir someone whos drunk” taking extreme offence to that i start denying profusely.

“Your too drunk to drive stay here tonight”

“Thanks johnny”

“its fine doll”and he shows me to the guest bedroom and i get straight into bed with my clothes on and fall asleep straight away.

When we get to set i have a hangover its not too bad but it will be a long day. I go to the makeup department and then go to wardrobe and get into costume.

After filming a few scenes me and johnny are just hanging out by my trailer sitting on the steps to it when i see Claire trying to hide behind one of the other trailers

“You ok claire?”

“Oh yeah im great you too just keep doing that ill just be back here”shes obviously hiding something

“Claire what are you doing?”

“I got sent here to take photos of you two”

“You could have just said” i chuckle at her and turn to johnny and put hi hand on my thigh and just tell him to keel talking while i smile.we hear a few clicks of claires camrea

“You got it?”johnny asks. “Yeah thanks guys”

It was like that the rest of the week and by Friday we were front page

Johnny Knoxville and co-star y/n y/l/n are seen canoodling on set of new movie

The following week me and Johnny are seen going to eatchothers apartments and seen with eatchothers friends. It’s honestly quite funny because me and and Johnny already do this stuff.

After a month of that sort of things happening we are actually going to Hawaii to film the rest of the movie. It was about 5:45 am when i got to the airport and i was dressed in practically pjs but as soon as i got there my eyes got blinded by paparazzi and Johnny came over to me and held my hand to get me inside.

It didn’t stop there though on the plane even our director was taking photos and telling us how to pose saying things like “put your arm round her johnny” “y/n lean on him” “now pretend to fall asleep on eatchother”

Once we got to Hawaii I immediately wanted to look around ad spend time in the beach but first I had to work. We were shooting a. Scene where the whole cast was going on a tour in the rainforest but Johnnys character gets us lost from the group

It was great there were so many animals and this one monkey kept clinging onto me and during on of the takes he jumps down onto me and starts wrapping itself round me and I wanted to keep it ad once we had finished filming i didnt want to say goodbye

By the time we got back to the hotel the sun was about to set so I wanted to head to the beach and watch the sunset and go for a swim.

The sunset was beautiful and the water wasn’t too cold and I began to float on my back and swim to the bottom picking up one of those shells that you can hear the beach in

Once i resurface I see Johnny watching me and I swim over and get out the water heading over to him.

“Look what I found isnt it gorgeous”i proudly show off the shell but as the wind picks up I shiver and Johnny pulls me into his chest not even caring that I’m drenched. I look up at him and he smiles before looking back at the sunset and I wrap mr arms round his waist and lean in even more to try and warm myself up and we watch the sunset.

“I was thinking we’ve finished the film and soon we will have to show everyone that we’re dating so we should kiss” I tell him

“Now?”

“Why not it’s not like we haven’t before and anyway I see Claire hiding over there.”

I wrap my arms round his neck and lean up to kiss him slow at first and I feel his hands glide down my back to grab at my ass wich makes me smile against the kiss.

My feelings for Johnny changed after that its like every time I saw him i didn’t want to pretend ro date him I wanted to actually date him so now in every situation I foul I would convince him that we need to kiss or ho on a fare fir the paparazzi.

Me and Johnny have a collection of magazines. Every time we were published we would buy the magazine and go round one of our houses and laugh about the things they would say.

“Omg that photo is awful why would they choose that” I would complain

“You look gorgeous doll”I immediately felt butterfly’s swarm my stomach

“Your ass looks better than mine in those jeans” i point at him on the front cover

“Your tits look great” I grab the magazine and stare at the photo of us on the beach. “Omg they look huge”

But now every tine a magazine would say stuff about the two of us I wanted it to be real like him for real taking me to dinner and fur real spending the night at eatchothers houses not just as friends and fir real him kissing me.

Tonight is the premier of our movie and by next week we will break up but im just going to enjoy it while it lasts. Im wearing a black dress with a snake going down my spine and deep cut to show off my cleavage.

While in the taxi I want to confess my feelings to him before we break up so now’s the time

“Johnny I have something I have to say. I like you like more than s friend I have for a while now and I know that we were only pretending to promote the movie but the pat 4 months have been the best of my life snd I know that you probably dont care bu-

He grabs the back of my neck and pulls me in for a kiss and it gets cut off as the driver announces that we are here.

I walk onto the red carpet Johnny with his arm round my waist and we pose together and do some interviews before he kisses me and ive never seen more flashes in my life and I know this will make front page.

I feel like its rushed but it literally took me 4 hours so I hope you like it

-liv

[everythingwasnormalhere]

deaf Craig who refuses to wear hearing aid. Tahts what I got for you

his ass is too lazy to learn sign language so he just struggles listening and speaks weirdly. (Half of the kids don’t know what he is talking about)

Tweek gets him hearing aid, Craig knows it’s expensive so he uses it.

the end (I don’t know how to write fanfiction thanks for being the person k go to to infordumb))))

(its been 4 days sry ib kicking my ass lmfao) (yes i have much older asks but shhh)

DEAF CRAIG IS VERY YES ACTUALLY

okok his ass would indeed NOT learn sign because hes an idiot but he WOULD however make his own sign language. middle fingers mostly. but yeah made up stuff only lmao

im not sure if hes deaf since forever cuz then the deaf accent does make a LOT of sense, or if its something he gets later in life cuz then his voice would stay mostly-normal? i think??? (im very not in touch with D/deaf community for someone who goes to sign class... help)

but also this asshole he will be very much a dick about it. like. he will purposefully not listen to people. and if they're like "craig are you hearing me????" he will be like. no actually. i am not. who knows if hes genuine but it works and its hilarious to him the little bitch<3

ALSO AGAIN HC THAT DEPENDS ON IF HE WAS BORN DEAF- bc if im not wrong theres actually many ppl who were born deaf and just. dont wanna hear shit. they dont want hearing aids nor cochlear implants they're just chilling and thats a-okay :3 however within ppl who became deaf later in life this happens a lot less so idkkkkk

((like. the point where he dont wanna use hearing aids but in the end he does anyway is what's kinda... idk icky to me. its not like mobility aids where without them the person would probably collapse (or not! arm protheses my behated), its just. hearing. if he's better off not doing it, maybe that's fine too. but idk. i am again not close with D/deaf community so))

BUT THIS IS VERY COOL STILL AND IM VERY HAPPY IM YOUR GO-TO INFODUMP PERSON BC I LOVE INFODUMPS SO MUCH<33

[fatmaclover]

do you think mac and charlie have ever been sat together getting high looking at the stars or just chilling together or whatever. do you think mac always wants to talk about his queer identity. hes always so desperate to be seen, to be heard, to be understood in his own way.

i think charlie would be hesitant. every time mac wants to talk about how he feels in relation to his identity, charlies always shutting it down. "no, dude, dont press that gay shit on me"

but like. mac wears charlie down eventually. keeps insisting on wanting to speak about it, to use charlie as a wall to bounce feelings and thoughts off of. to find the correct words or mediums or images to understand himself better. to have his friends, his family, those he loves, to understand him better.

not to mention his best friend.

so charlie relents. "fine, fine, whatever. lets just get it over with"

and its a long talk. charlie listens for hours as mac explains his struggles with being a man, his self image, his relationship towards women, womanhood, femininity, masculinity, how confusing it all is. how weird it is to figure out what balance he is of what, how he relates to it all. how its such a struggle to just.... find his place.

and charlies really listening here- and theres some really potent stuff. like, yeah, all this stuff is confusing. whys mac bringing it up like its not supposed to be? is it not supposed to be confusing? are you not supposed to feel utterly baffled when youve been pushed to just sit down and think about why youre attracted to what. why you feel certain ways about certain things. why youre comforted by what youre comforted by. why youre made uncomfortable by so much normal stuff.

"isnt... everyone confused by stuff like that?" charlie asks, taking another huff of whatever near-lethal substance the two had gotten their hands on.

"are you?" mac returns.

"well- of course i am. its all so weird."

and theres a long pause between them. they both take a moment to get a couple more huffs in, and mac finally breaks the silence.

"i was always under the impression that people who werent gay never really thought about it."

"well- im not gay, and ive thought about it." of course charlies defensive. this is really vulnerable and sensitive stuff.

"well- sure. you might not be gay, but- i mean- the crossdressing thing man. cmon."

"thats not weird!" charlies hackles are immediately raised. "ive told you- i- i had a single mother, and-"

mac grabs charlies shoulders, looking into the brown eyes in front of him.

"im not saying its weird. i dont think its weird, charlie."

its another long moment of silence. charlie doesnt know how to respond, the world felt like it was crumbling a little.

too high for this.

"i- i guess-" macs voice was like a knife, the way it cut through the nightly city noise. "i just want you to know, that i think its okay, if its complicated for you, too. and that im not gonna be stupid and shame you for it being complicated."

another beat of silence, only broken by a car alarm going off in the far distance.

"i-... yeah. okay man, sure." charlie responds, simply relaxing into macs hold.

its a pretty quiet night, from then on, but it isnt like much needs to be said.

charlie can at least feel a little bit safer in her best friends arms.