#which i'm here and ready for. she should get to snap this season I think

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baby's second fanart post!!!!! More Kate and Mel doodles. Hope they make it out of this season mostly unscathed <3

[wh0reforcoriolanussnow]

Guilty || Billy the Kid x oc!reader

Summary: For the longest time you've felt like you have always been second to your older sister, Dulcinea. That however, soon changes when an outlaw, William H. Bonney—known to many as Billy the Kid—comes to town.

Warnings: smut!

Wc: 2,930

A/n: please send through more requests for Billy please! also the smut scene is lowkey inspired by the bathroom scene in euphoria season 2 with nate and cassie....

Divider by @pommecita

"I'm Billy. I just wanted to introduce myself," You hear a man spoke as you near the door. Your sister lets out a small scoff, "Well that is not a very good reason to ambush someone in the street," Dulcinea quipped.

"You have another motive," You hear your sister say as you press yourself against the door to listen more closely to the conversation. "I'd like to see you again," At his words, your eyes widen. Who was this mysterious man? "Why?" And there was a gap of silence.

You stepped out from your previous spot as all eyes were now on you. "Are we ready to go?" You ask your sister as she gives one final look to the man named Billy. You take your chance to look the man up and down.

He was a very good-looking cowboy. Your eyes roam around his body before you snap out of it as your name was called out, "Sofía, let's go” Billy watches you, his lips parting as he drinks in your appearance, he put two and two together and figured you were Dulcinea's sister.

You looked very similar to Dulcinea, more prettier perhaps in his opinion. Billy tips his hat slightly to you as you give him a small smile before walking towards the carriage. Dulcinea stares at you as you sit beside her, she slams the door shut and the carriage begins to move.

You couldn't help but look back to where Billy still stood. "Don't even think about it," Your sister firmly says as you roll your eyes. She was directly telling you to back off with Billy. Something that she has always done with every guy you and her have come across.

While Dulcinea was looking away, you sneaked a look and found Billy looking straight at you. Your cheeks begin to warm up as you send him a little wave to which he smiles before mounting his horse.

The next day, you decided to accompany your maid into town to buy a few things. You were secretly hoping to see that man again, Billy was his name. He looked unfamiliar to you, so you wanted to find out more about him.

"Isabel, have you heard of a Billy here?" You ask her as you inspect an apple in your hand. There was no response from the older woman. Isabel continued to look through the assortments of fruits laid out in front. "Isabel." You put the apple down as she sighs.

"Yes. I know of a Billy. And you should stay away from him, he is bad news, mi hija." She shakes her head whilst muttering incoherent words under her breath. Your eyes suddenly begin to look around, hopeful that you would get a glimpse of him. And you did.

He was across the street, tying his horse to the post. "I'll be back," You didn't bother waiting for a response before you pick up the fabrics of your dress and walk across the street.

You stop when you see your family carriage pull up in front of him, your view of him blocked. You furrow your eyes in confusion as to who else came into town. Mother and father were away and only you and Isabel left the house this morning, which meant that it was your sister.

What was she doing here? Dulcinea said she had no interest coming into town today saying she was too busy. Just as quickly as the carriage came, it quickly left. Billy's eyes were glued onto the carriage before his eyes begin to wander around, eventually landing on you.

You probably looked strange just standing in the middle of the streets, staring at him. Billy freezes slightly, his eyes looking you up and down. A smile makes it onto his face before he tips his hat at you once again.

"Sofía!" You move your attention away from Billy and see a friend of yours, Lucía, walking your direction, a huge grin plastered on her face. "What are you doing here?" She gives you a funny look as you clear your throat, your eyes flickering to where Billy was, only to find his figure disappearing into the building.

"I'm shopping, with Isabel." You give her a smile. "And where is she?" Lucía looks around as she links arms with you. "Right this way," You say as you walk with her. "Do you know of a man named Billy?" You suddenly ask her.

She would know. She knows basically everything about everyone in town. "Billy?" She says to herself, "I've heard of that name, can you tell me what he looks like?" Lucía looks at you.

"Well he's tall. Very tall. He looks like he's my sister's age. Brown hair, blue eyes and- oh- very good looking," You jokingly fan yourself as Lucía laughs, you joining along.

You stop in your tracks when you see Billy mounting his horse. You quickly nudge Lucía, "Look! There he is, that's the man I was telling you about," You cock your head over to where Billy was. Lucía's mouth hangs open, her eyes moving from him to you. "What?" You raise an eyebrow at her weird behaviour.

"You're talking about Billy? That Billy?!" Her voice begins to become louder as you slap your hand over her mouth. "Shh! He can probably hear you," You whisper yell at her as the two of you watch Billy ride off.

"So you know him?" You ask your friend as she gives you the 'really' look. "Of course I know him! Everyone in this county knows about him, except for you apparently," Lucía shakes her head. "What? Why? Who is he?"

Confusion was etched into your face as Lucía facepalms herself. "Sofía, haven't you heard of Billy the Kid? The famous outlaw that has been travelling from town to town? Surely you have heard of him, mi amiga."

Now that you thought about it, his name was familiar to you. You recall your parents talking him at home, but it never clicked in your head that that was the Billy they were talking about. "Yeah, I have," You kick a rock infront of you, your eyes watching where it lands. "Why do you wanna know about him anyways?" She asks you as you shrug.

"Dulcinea was talking to him last night, just got curious, that's all." Lucía didn’t buy it one bit but chose to leave it alone. “You’re not wrong you know,” She breaks the silence as you turn your head to her, a puzzled look on your face.

“About Billy being attractive,” She cracks a shy smile before you nudge her and the two of you start laughing out loud. “Sofía! I’ve been looking everywhere for you. Come on, hurry up.” The old woman scolds you, pushing you towards your carriage as Lucía chuckles, waving you goodbye.

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You couldn't stop thinking about him. How could you not? The fact that he was a notorious outlaw further fueled the fire that was ablaze in the lower pit of your stomach. A sudden knock at the front door of your house made you pause your train of thoughts.

You were slightly confused at the idea of a visitor today. Mother and father were gone and you weren't expecting anyone over. You stand still in your spot before you hear footsteps leaving Dulcinea's room. Quickly walking out of your room, you grab ahold of your older sister's arm.

"Who's here?" You ask her and a smile you knew all to well crept onto her face. "Billy. Remember that guy you saw a two nights ago? I invited him over," She says nonchalantly. Your eyebrows crease in bewilderment.

"You know who exactly he is right, Dulcie?" Her nickname slips out of your mouth as she faces you front on, arms crossed. "Yes, I do, Sof," She points her chin up the tiniest bit, something she did whenever she was questioned.

"Then what the hell is he doing on our doorstep? Father would kill you if he ever found out that an outlaw stepped foot into our house-" "Which is why you will keep quiet." Dulcinea interrupts you, her tone sharp. You could see it in her eyes, rage brewing.

You loudly scoff, examining her features. "You know father would never allow it, plus, you already have someone you’re forced to marry soon," You narrow your eyes at her as she rolls hers. "Oh please, father will come around. Billy is not what people perceive him to be. I think father will like him," Is all she says as she turns around, making her way to the front door.

You exhale from your mouth before you make your way back to your room. You were dying to see Billy, but knowing Dulcinea, she would not let you be in the same room with him because you knew she liked him. And whoever Dulcinea liked, was off-limits to you, her innocent, little sister.

For the next couple of hours, you entertained yourself in your room. It was late at night when you figured that Billy had already left. You walked out of your bedroom, turning the corner before you collide with somebody.

You lose balance and readied yourself for the harsh impact but you were pulled back up by your forearms. "Fuck- I'm so sorry, sweetheart-" "It's fine. It's fine." You screw your eyes shut knowing whose voice it belonged to as you blew a loose strand of hair out of your face.

"What are you doing?" You ask him, your eyes looking around for any sign of your sister. "I- uh was 'bout to leave," Your lips form an 'o' before you slowly nod your head, silence following.

Your eyes were on everything but him. And his eyes were on you, studying your features that were similar to Dulcinea in some ways. "You're real pretty aren't cha, doll?" Your eyes snap to his after the pet name he just gave you, your mind slightly going blank before you process his comment.

"Am I?" Your voice dripped with playfulness as you tilt your head at him. You knew damn well Dulcinea could walk this way at any moment and see the two of you; she would let hell loose. "Mhm, prettier than your sister, I'd say. But don't go telling her I told you that." He winks as you furiously blush.

Your eyes falter down to your dress as you adjust the skirts of it slightly. "Y'know, I actually wanted to talk to you when I saw you in town earlier today," Billy's words make you look up at him.

"Really? Why didn't you?" You tilt your head at him as he kisses his teeth before opening his mouth, "Your sister, had me occupied for a bit and when I saw you, you were talkin' to someone else." He shrugs as you slowly nod.

"Well, I'm right here. What did you wanna talk about, Billy?" Your voice all of sudden was quiet. Billy smiled in satisfaction at his effect. "You uh- married?" He steps closer to you as he slightly cranes his neck to study your features.

You gulp. "N-no," You shake your head. He slowly nods his head, tucking his hands in his pockets. "You seein' anyone?" He asks, though his tone had a tinge of possessiveness in it. "No." Billy stares at you, his mind all over the place.

You were only 2 years younger than him but surely such a pretty, respectable, young lady like yourself would be married off to someone already, or seeing someone at least. "Good," He mutters as you couldn't help but smile. "Why's that, Mr. Bonney?" He looks around before he does something that catches you off guard. He grabbed your jaw and kisses your lips. Hard. You take a second to process what was happening.

He was kissing your so feverishly as if you were going to disappear. You stumble back at his rough force before he leads you down the hallway, his lips never leaving yours for a second. "The door on the left," You manage to say in between the kisses as he pulls you into your room.

Hands frantic, Billy skillfully undid the laces of your dress yanking it down to expose your chest as he wets his lips at the sight. He barely got your dress off before his hand grabbed your thigh and wrapped it around his waist.

He pushed you back against the door as you gasp, his mouth latching on to your nipples, your head thrown back at the sensation. Your hands toyed with Billy's hair as you tried containing your moans knowing your sister was still in the house.

"Don't keep quiet darlin'" He says against your skin before you feel him ripping your underwear. Your jaw dropped but you soon let out a loud moan as he slid into you. He groans against your neck, allowing you to adjust at the size, and when you do, he pumps into you at an almost inhumane speed.

You let out quiet moans as Billy grunts. Your hair was all messed up from being pushed up against the wooden door. "Oh my- Billy-" You breathed out, pushing him further into you with the heels of your foot around his waist.

""Fuckkk, feel so good baby" He grunts in you ear as you couldn't help but smile. A sudden knock on the door made you gasp in terror. Billy slapped his hand over your mouth at lightning speed to shut you up. "Sofía?" Dulcinea calls out from behind the door, another knock.

You stare wide eyed at Billy who quietly curses. "Sofía, are you in there?" Your sisters calls out for the second time as you panic. "Y-yeah?" Your voice was shaky. If Dulcinea found out that you fucked Billy, it would be over for you.

Although you were more free to do things than your older sister, you don't think your parents would be too happy to know their youngest daughter had sex with an outlaw, in their house. And you don't think Dulcinea would ever forgive you. She must be serious with Billy since she invited him over, something she never did with any of the previous guys.

"Why is the door lock?" The door handle rattles as you shut your eyes, feeling the tears coming. "Uh just a s-second! I'm changing!" You call out to her. Billy gently lets you down, zipping his pants as you attempt to tidy your appearance but fail miserably when the laces on your dress become tangled.

"Billy! Help me!" You whisper yell as tears were brimming your eyes. Billy's features soften when he sees you, quickly untangling the lace. In a matter of seconds, it was undone. He cupped your face in his big hands, your cheeks wet from tears.

"Shh, don't cry, sweetheart," He hushed, wiping your tears as you cover your mouth to quieten the sob that escapes. "She's my sister, she'll kill me!" Your voice was shaky as he pulls you into his chest, his hand in your hair.

"Sofía!" Dulcinea yells out, banging on the door as you flinch. You pull back from Billy as your eyes look around your room for a place to hide Billy. Settling on the panel room divider you push him behind it, "Wait here until she leaves, then you can sneak out of the window." You quickly say as he nods.

Before you turn back around, he grabs your hand. "Hey- it's okay," He assures you, his hand caressing your cheek as you slowly nod. "Finally!" Dulcinea exclaims as you didn't dare to make eye contact with her. She takes in your appearance.

"You okay? You look like you just ran a marathon," She raises an eyebrow as she touches your forehead but you pull back, a confused expression on her face.

"I'm fine, I just don't feel well." You gulp, tucking the loose strands of hair behind your ears, clearing your throat. "Right... Go tell Isabel and she'll give you something." Dulcinea says, you could tell she wasn't fully buying it.

"What did you want me for?" You finally meet her sharp eyes, "Oh. Have you seen Billy around? His horse is still outside and he was supposed to leave about an hour ago," She folds her arms, leaning against your door as her eyes wander around your room.

You clear your throat, slightly moving in front of her to block her view. "No, I haven't seen him. He probably went to take a look at the other horses in the stable," You lie through your teeth as your sister stares at you suspiciously.

"Okay," She says as you discreetly let out a sigh of relief. She gives you one final look before pushing herself off of the frame and walks down the hallway. You shut your door, locking it just as Billy comes up to you making you jump.

"I think you should go," You say to him. His hands rest on your shoulders, "I wanna see you again," He says softly, lifting your chin up to look him in the eyes. "Me too," You smile before he leans down to place a final kiss on your lips.

"What about tomorrow? Come see me in town," He suggests as you open your window. "I'd like that," You both smile at each other as he readies himself to leave. Just as he leaves through your window, he tips his hat at you. "Bye, Sofía," "Bye Billy," You chuckle lightly before he leaves and you shut your window.

[bronx-bomber87]

Hello lovely fandom! It’s tiiimmeeeee. I’m so ready for this premiere. This hiatus felt like the longest one yet. Probably cause they weren’t allowed to share literally anything for months and months. While I might still gripe we’re only getting 18 and 20 would’ve been better….I am psyched to be analyzing a new season ❤️

Changing these up to First impressions cause mini and I don’t get along in terms of brevity. Now imma try and be briefer since I’ll be doing a deep dive next summer. Hopefully in our next hiatus. *fingers crossed* The library still a turd for new gifs. So had to make all mine. Also I must have a new angle at my new place. So they came out not how I wanted lol But after a full day of work I was too tired to re-do them all. It's a miracle this is coming out with how tired I am haha Anyways bear with me and hopefully next weeks gifs are better ha Off we go!

7x01 The Shot.

Cool thanks recap. Not like we forgot the breakup that ruined us all…Would like to say someday that won't ruin me to watch, but that's a lie...Love that to leave the lineup for recaps now. Thanks.

It's the little things like them sitting next to each other in the swat car that make me so happy. Not gonna lie I was grinning like a damn fool just seeing them seated together. God I missed them. Straight giddy them working together in the field. It’s where they originated. It’s where they’re going to heal.

I love her directing him in the field. That snap of her fingers and he knows instantly what she needs and follows. That beautiful rhythm only they can achieve. Silent communication at it's finest folks. Mmm loving this. Lucy taking down a dude double her size and Tim coming in to help finish him off. Hot damn I love them in the field. Legit ship crack to me everyone. Look at those beautiful humans in motion above. I can't get enough.

Oooh lord T.O Tim *fans self* Mmm Can’t say haven’t missed him. I'll be real honest. Yum. Thank you Nolan for not undermining him while he sized them up. We would've had words sir. It probably shouldn't delight me watching him tear them apart, and yet here we are with me drooling over him. With zero regrets. Just nice to see him in his element after being knocked out of it last year. I shall enjoy this year for him I can already tell.

Ha! Bingo card hit. That's one square down. ‘Grey guides Lucy with her career.’ Yasss I’m a dork I know but you all knew this ha Grey pulling strings to get her to T.O. "Temp." I’m sure it’ll stick. He see’s what a good teacher and leader she is. Look at him jumping starting this for her. Nudging her in the right direction.

Lucy not being sure....Still battling with that UC identity and detective path. Some left over S6 bleh hanging around. I think Grey is setting her path and she has no idea how ‘not temporary’ this will be. At least IMO. I see her excelling at this and wanting to stay at it. Plus like Grey said it’ll strengthen her position should detective come back up. Also like to list the reasons why I think this will be good for her.

One it'll rebuild her confidence. Something we all know was shattered and then run over by s6. Second it'll give her a new purpose and clarity for her career. (Which is also a bingo square for me. Yes I'll be tallying mine all year lol) Now she has to accept being a FT one for it to apply but I think it will. Lastly it'll get rid of the pesky 'Chain of Command' issue for them later on. Because we don't want that again.

Tim enters the chat and he is a most welcome addition. The mini banter about her training. I'm here for it and I love love love it. Look at the flirty smirks on these idiots. Like breathing fresh air once again. The small smirks have me reeling. Gimme. Grey although has no time for this LOL Ushering their asses out. Just happy they can breathe the same air again and not have it be nuclear.

Then the real banter begins. I’ve missed them so much. I wanna cry. Tim instantly offering to give her tips. Is this one of his small doses? Possibly I think he would’ve offered this as an olive branch either way tbh. But I love seeing how eager he is to bond with her over this. Lucy’s so cute with her ‘ My rookie.’ Girl you’re gonna wanna stay a T.O. I already see it.

Lucy of course has her sassy answer locked and loaded for him. He answers right back. Goodness their banter is top tier. And woo another bingo card for me. Well this was not in my official bingo card. BUT I did say how if she ended up as a T.O. this season this would happen. In my 6x08 review said they would end up doing a bet over who trains a better rookie. And here we are. I'm enjoying my spoils and grinning like a happy fool. Which is nice after spending the second half of s6 being emotionally spent and destroyed.

Oh Lucy, like you could ever walk way from your man about a competitive bet of all things. This is how they’re gonna heal my friends. Going back to the beginning. To their roots. Where this rock solid bond was started. In the field. Along with some banter and fiery competition thrown in. This new dynamic has me so giddy I can’t even contain myself.

You can see how excited Tim is she’s going to be a T.O. With him. Flirting with her by offering this up. Moth to a flame with her in general. But this? Man is raring to go. Being a T.O and competition with his girl? He is beaming with excitement. Also probably knows this is a good way to further his cause of mending fences.

The goading of her oh my lord. It’s s4 all over again and I’m here for it. Except Tim is far more aware he’s in love with this woman. The straight teasing and flirting in front of the entire station. Welcome back. Oh my word I love sfm. His telling smirk is amazing. Reeling her back in slowly LOL

Nolan actually ignites more flirty flirts for them when he tells them about the ringer. Because classic John can't shut his yapper. I’ve truly missed this high grade goodness though. Lucy accusing him of hustling her haha Tim deescalates her like only he can with his strong logic. Saying it's actually harder that he has previous experience. He’s not wrong. First thing I thought about him when they said he had experience…Poor Seth called a virgin lmao

The rookies get assigned and we get jealous/protective Tim. Welcome back to our screens. You've been missed. *grabs ice water* This premiere is trying to kill me in the best way. I was here for the show. You tell that cocky little boy babe. I think someone else had one of the rookies flirts with Lucy in their bingo card. So you get that square ha The balls to do that in front of Tim. This kid has a death wish on wheels.

Ovary explosion at the way he barked at him though. Man is making me thirsty af. Also this kid is not a ringer in the least. I know what it’s like to de-program someone. It’s not easy. When I would get someone from another team (and terrible manager btw) I would spend the first 30 days just getting rid of the bad habits before I could begin to mold them. So ringer he is not....Lucy has a better shot with fresh meat tbh. Seth is far more impressionable. Hence her finishing line above.

Tim TEARS Texas a new one. Was kind of hoping he would. Nothing like a solid Tim T.O. rant. This kid needed it holy cow. Too damn cocky for a rookie even with experience. Makes it worse. Get em Tim! I’m enjoying this far too much. Haha Mmm. Sidelines his ass as he should. Maybe he can rejoin when his ego is in check.

This scene had me cackling. First off look at them both with crossed arms. I'm dying. Also Lying liars who lie LOL Both struggling a little bit with their rookies. It’s hilarious. Can’t ever admit fault of course. Very s4 vibes going on here I love it sfm.

Friggin Nolan has to be include himself...Listen John they checked the guest list for this work flirt convo. You're not on it sir. So needy this one. He actually didn't bug me much at all in this one. Probably the lack of Bailey....

Tim’s final T.O scene has me drooling holy hell. The jacket, the stern taking to, and telling them to suck less? I’m dying hahaha I loved how this was shot. Seeing the faces as Tim grills them both. Putting them in place. I love it sfm I'm so VERY excited for this season for him. If this was our look into it I am ready for more.

Oh my word, this final scene of theirs. If you don’t feel giddy, and a sense of promise for reconciliation from this interaction, I can't help you. LOL. I mean that in the nicest way haha I really do. The subtext running through this scene like a bullet train of hope. The moment begins with puppy dog Tim. Let’s take a second to contrast how he just was with the rookies earlier. To seeing his girl in the parking lot. That's the Lucy Chen effect.

That man is walking on air, and beaming his best ‘Lucy’ smile as he approaches her car, looking like a damn snack I wanna devour. I adore the swapping of stories. Giving each other shit but staying confident in their abilities to right their rookies ships as it were. Lucy saying ‘Tomorrow is another day.’ With Tim’s hopeful ‘Yes it is.’ Got me all in my damn feels. To me it’s a positive setup for the entire season. The low key flirty vibes here are glorious first and foremost. Second the flirting inside the promise with those two lines has me reeling.

The smiles they both convey just shows our babies are healing. Lucy is healing. She isn’t holding back with the positivity and flirting right back. There is this underlying UST too. But the most beautiful part is their talk about 'Tomorrow'. Tomorrow is another day for them to get one step closer to being who they once were. Only stronger. Tim’s 'Yes it is.' Is everything. His tone of voice, how he’s looking at her, and that determination to make something out of every day he gets with her. Driven to make tomorrow a day he inches one step closer to the promise he made in the elevator in 6x10. Oooh lord I’m excited for this season.

I said couple days ago how amped I was for this new dynamic. Them being T.O’s together and finding their way back in this fashion. It’s a fantastic and true to them way to do it. Couldn’t be more excited. The LOOKS everyone my god. The way he is pining after her. Doesn’t tear eyes away for a second as she pulls off. And our girl checks the mirror not once but TWICE.

Making eyes right back at him. This scene should excite the hell out of you. I’m scaling the walls right now haha This is as a very very promising opening episode for them. Little more proof they're going to make their way back. Won't be right away but it's coming. This is what I was longing for when we left off all those months ago.

For them to be in a better place to even start this healing. I’m so ready for this journey. I really am. Trusting the writers to do this at the right pace. So when it does happen and it will. We’re gonna be on cloud 9 x1000 Ooof lord that was good. They know how to close out an ep our ship. Watched promo for next ep. I’m vibrating with excitement.

The UST I feel from that little clip is the beauty of Eric and Melissa. This season gonna be incredible i feel it deep in my soul baha Now I’m excited we don’t have a break now that we’re here. As always thank you thank you thank you. To any and all who comments(love me to chat don’t be shy wanna theorize with you all) , like or reblog these. You have no idea how much it means to me. Also proud of myself for keeping this brief ish for me lol Below is my side notes feel free to comment on anything said in this or below till next week my lovely fandom :)

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Side notes non Chenford

No Bailey in a the premiere was already staring off with a win for me. Sorry Jenna but ya know lol sorta not….really…

Lieutenant Grey! So happy for him. Solid reasoning why he got it. Sucks he feels bad but I'm glad for him.

Lots of action off the bat hot damn. They said we'd have more and I loved it

Oooh loving Wes being assumed to the station. Welcome sir. Happy to have you and more Wopez moments to come.

Aaron went to north Hollywood someone had to lol Makes sense he would leave due to Blair. Also leaves the door open for him to return someday. Which makes my heart happy.

Poor Wes has to hear the recording of a man wanting to do things to his wife lol oh my lord. He’s legit having a meltdown about it hahah I sense some trouble for Wopez. Should be interesting season for them.

[coolestgirlinthewhatever]

Sex, pie, sleep

A Rick Sanchez x gn reader fanfic

NSFW⚠️ In honor of the new season I decided to write this..also this involves pie 🥧🥧

Also "gn" stands for gender neutral

You sit on the couch lazily while the cushions hug you. You're comfortably relaxing in the living room of the Smiths family. You were so kindly invited by your best friend Beth over for Thanksgiving dinner. The TV is playing some kind of intergalactic show, and you can hear the sound of Rick, who you know as Beth's dad, laughing with his granddaughter at whatever is playing on the TV. You look around feeling a little awkward because you have no clue what's funny. 

Rick suddenly burps and turns to you. "Urrahp! Gazorpians, am I right?" You open your mouth to say something, but you are cut off by Jerry coming into the living room in an ...apron? He announces that dinner is ready. Everyone groans and gets up to sit at the dinner table. You, on the other hand, go to look for Beth; she's the reason you're invited anyway. You walk outside and you see Beth sitting on the porch steps; you can't help but wonder why no one else in the family was alarmed by Beth being a no-show. "I'll be inside in a minute; I'm just smoking," Beth says, breaking your run-on thought. "Oh .. I was just wondering if you were okay..." Beth sighed, "Yeah, I'm fine; it's just that Thanksgiving dinners stress me out. I was hoping inviting you would make them more bearable." You felt a little hurt by that comment because it seemed backhanded; you couldn't put your finger on why though.

"We can talk about it?" You say, hoping to bring Beth into a better mood, "Everyone is... waiting." Beth stands up and puts out her cigarette. "It's okay" she says while smiling "I just needed some fresh air. Thanks for acting concerned." She walks inside....

"Well, that was a bummer..." *you think to yourself*. You follow after Beth and close the door behind you; everyone is already eating. It seemed that no one cared to wait or give thanks or anything. You go to sit down at the only empty seat. Which was Rick's seat. Beth sits down with a glass of wine and a plate of all the Thanksgiving classics. "yeah, when he gets busy he would rather eat in his lab then with his .. family," Beth says, looking down. Everything feels so somber, but at least Beth's children look happy...you think.

The day continues as the table starts to finally pick up a cheerful conversation. Everyone is laughing; whatever was bringing down the mood earlier finally seems to be passing. You hear a loud crash that causes you to jump in your seat; you turn your head towards the kitchen and see the door to the garage open. Rick walks out with a broken wrench in his hand. Jerry is the first one to say something, but he can only get as much as a breath before Rick snaps at him. "𝒁𝒊𝒑 𝒊𝒕" Jerry rolls his eyes and pokes at his food. You can't help but stare at the lanky man. He's kinda ugly but also attractive, you feel your stomach twist..oh god.. I can't be crushing on my best friend's dad right now. 

"You're in my seat." You are immediately brought out of your thoughts and see that everyone is looking at you. Rick is standing right next to you and looking down at you with disdain. "Dadd," Beth says. Rick rolls his eyes. You go to stand up, but Beth stops you. "No, you were here first; you can stay." You shift uncomfortably in your seat, not too sure what to do. You look up and make unexpected eye contact with Rick. Rick scowls and walks to the fridge, grabbing a mysterious green alcohol bottle with three x's. Rick then swiftly slams the fridge door and sits down in the living room. You watch him intently and wonder if you should apologize. The table goes back to normal, but you, on the other hand, feel uneasy, like you made an enemy.

You go to put your plate up and tell Beth thank you for the dinner. She smiles and says, "Of course!". You hear Jerry scoff and whisper to himself, "I'm the one who made it...". You ignore the complaint and walk into the living room, trying to act totally chill. Rick doesn't acknowledge your existence, so you take it upon yourself... "So...heh...yeah, glorp..ians or whatever, right?".. Rick takes a drink out of his bottle and glances at you before saying, "Yeah, they are the worst." You smile to yourself. "Maybe he doesn't hate me," *you think to yourself*. Everything fell silent again. "Yeah, so I actually came to apologi-" Rick cuts you off. "Don't. "Apologies are stupid; don't fall for the propaganda." You scrunch your eyebrows together. "O...kayyyy," you say. You couldn't tell if his rudeness was attractive to you or not.

You decide that you did your best and stand up. As you walk over into the kitchen, you can feel eyes on you, but it's probably just your imagination. Summer is washing dishes, and Morty is putting up the leftovers. "By the way, I saved you a slice of pie. Here you go!" Beth says while handing you a plate with plastic wrap over it. "You can eat it now or save it for later! It's your choice! Also, you are welcome to spend the night; I can have the couch made up into a bed." You blink. "Stay the night? Well idk..." Rick walks past you and back into his garage. *You blush and look at Beth.* "I can definitely stay the night!" Beth smiles. "Great! Now we can grab brunch and gossip just like in high school!... The gossip part, not the brunch part." You laugh 😂😂😂🤣 ooohhagag...haha! Ooohagaghaga!....hah... heheh..

Pov u

You put the leftover pie slice in the fridge and walk over into the living room, where Beth is setting up blankets and pillows. You look around. "I guess everyone else is already in bed ..." *you think to yourself.* "Oh, and!" Beth adds, "My dad," and you perk up. "Heee likes to stay up late, so don't be alarmed if you hear him moving around the house."

"I don't mind!" You say, almost sounding excited. Beth raises an eyebrow but chooses to ignore it. "Well, it looks like you are all set! Goodnight!" Beth says while stretching and walking up the steps. You snuggle into the couch-bed and start falling asleep. Later into the night you are woken up by a low grumble. It seems like you are hungry. You check the time, and it's 1 am. You groan until you remember the pie in the fridge. You lift yourself up from the couch and sleepily walk over to the fridge. As you take out the last leftover pie slice, you suddenly feel a pair of hands wrapped around your waist.

"So you're Beth's friend, right?" You look down, not exactly sure what to say. "Um...and I'm guessing you might be Rick?" You let out an awkward chuckle. Suddenly his hands let go of you briefly to grab you by the shoulders and move you aside. Your heart is beating and your face is flushed watching him as he rummages through the fridge. "Aha!" He mutters. He pulls out something that looks ... alive in a plastic container. Rick looks over at you and takes notice of how flustered you are. He smirks to himself and sets down the mysterious container on the counter next to him. "Beth isn't going to be happy about this..." he says cockily. You look around momentarily while holding onto your beautiful, dearest pie when suddenly Rick once again puts his hand on your waist, this time more aggressive and intentional. "Y-you liked it when I did t-this, didn't you?" You almost drop your pie...oh god, the horror. Is this really happening? You shuffle back, and he lets you go. "Sorry but .. "You are Beth's dad, and I don't know if I can." Rick shrugs, "She doesn't have to know." You look up at Rick and then to your pie." Fuck, hmm. I'm so hungryyy...urghhh..." *You think to yourself,*

You're fatass wow look at how dumb u look wow ..

Rick grabs the pie out of your hand. "Also, I was saving this for me," you are starting to become frustrated, "what!? Beth saved that for me." Rick looks annoyed. "Well, she can say whatever, but I specifically saved this last slice for me," he says while fiddling with the plastic wrap. You look away before mustering up the courage to challenge him. "If...you give me back my beautiful, bountiful pie, I'll...do something for you. Anything...almost." You start to wonder if it was a bad idea to make a deal with someone clearly deranged and perverted, but you persevered; hopefully you don't regret this. Rick pretends to think deeply on it "oh...oh gosh idk...fuck my daughters best friend or eat pie .. Hmmm, this is tough. . . I need to think on this!" His tone is very teasing and sarcastic. You cross your arms. "I said almostt anything." He laughs to himself and hands you back your pie. 

"Thank you," you say, turning around to grab a fork. Unexpectedly, Rick is already trying to uphold his side of the deal. As you take your first creamy, delicate, soft bite of pie, you feel once again two pairs of hands grabbing you by the hips; this time one is traveling lower ... and lower. You feel Rick's thumb hook the waistband of your pants. You shuffle around awkwardly. "Enjoying that pie...𝘔𝘺 slice of pie .?" He grunts out while emphasizing the "my" by pressing his bulge against your ass. He's now hunching your body slightly over the counter. You can hardly think. You are already feeling overwhelmed by all the sensations and emotions...pie...sex... Rick... You moan slightly at the stimulation, "mmfh...pm." Since your fat ass is stuffing your face with pie, you can't really get any words out besides mutters, low whines, and moans.  "You don't have to say anything; I know you like it," Rick groans. He moves his hand fully under your waistband and rubs circles against your wet sex with his long, slender fingers.

You press your thighs together only for Rick to take his free hand to forcefully pull your thighs apart, getting rid of any type of relief. "Huff .. Huff...y...you are going to feel every... Every touch." The upper half of your body is squirming around while your lower half remains stationary. Rick's bulge starts to grow bigger, creating a wet spot. "I...uh...ah! Mggmm...please." you whine out. Rick moves his hand away from your leg, and before you can even think to move it back in place, he immediately grabs your head and slams your face into your half-eaten pie. He holds it there while rubbing you faster. Rick's breathing becomes faster. You then feel something long, hard, and wet start rubbing desperately against your sex from behind. It becomes too much, and you try to lift your head up to say something, but you are just greeted with Rick forcing your head down even harder. "Yeahhh, take it..." Rick moans out from behind you.

As Rick starts speeding up, he loosens his grip on your head, causing you to lift your head up and take a big gasp of air, but it's quickly cut off by your body letting out a lewd moan. You didn't even think you were capable of sounding like that. "I'm... I'm cumming!" You can hear the smile in Rick's voice when he says "..already?". Your body is hot and your face is covered in pie; you feel ridiculous. The wetness between your legs has started traveling down your thighs. Rick suddenly stops, and it causes you to let out a low whine. You hear Rick laugh, followed by a "fuckkk..." Before you can even gather your thoughts, he speeds up, way faster than before, rubbing against your wet, sensitive sex faster and faster. You shut your eyes, and everything feels dizzy momentarily; you completely focus on the sensations, and then you find yourself uncontrollably cumming against Rick's cock, moaning and whining while you do so. All with shorts on. Shortly after, Rick pulls his cock out from under your sex and starts jerking himself off until he cums on your back. His breathing is fast, and he lets out a couple of moans when he cums. Rick leans into your ear and whispers "get rickity rickity wrecked!"..…...

You are now lying on the couch completely worn out. Your sex is still throbbing while Rick offers what I guess he considers "aftercare," which is just him sleeping next to you, not even having his body face you. His hand rests on top of yours, but it's not exactly cuddling; it just feels friendly. But still it brought you some comfort. I guess he isn't the affectionate type. "Beth is going to kill me" is your final thought of the night as you drift off into deep sleep. 

Okay that's all! This is my first fanfic so ik it's junky but it was fun to write and I hope anyone whose reading this had fun reading it!! .. or whatver...idc...psh.

Also since this fic obviously had jokes in it cuz I can't take myself seriously I posted a second ver that has all the jokes edited out of it.

[kaybugga]

Denki Kaminari x Fem!Reader

December 11th:

"Come over, I need to match pj's with someone."

Denki Kaminari x Fem!Reader

TW: Swearing 

WC: 2.2k

Requested: Yes! By one of my besties <3

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“Oh c'mon Kacchan! Why not these?”

Denki whined, holding up his phone to show a pair of large reindeer onesies. He's whining like a little five year old, which you find amusing. How you got into this situation is a long story, but in short, Baku-Squad has plans to match pajamas for the movie night you guys are having before everyone leaves for Winter Break.

“Hell no, Pikachu. That looks f*cking stupid.”

Bakugo snaps at him, earning a giggle from you. Last holiday season, you were lucky to get him to match pajama pants with the rest of the squad, so a whole onesie is absolutely a no-go. He stands with a scowl, arms crossed, and brows furrowed at the onesie on Denki's phone as if it's going to hurt him.

“Okay, not that. . . But it's cute! What if you match us by wearing pajama pants with reindeer on it?”

You suggest, pulling up a picture of reindeer pajama pants and slippers. Bakugo glares at the picture and doesn’t say anything.

“See! Sparks understands that the reindeer is the optimal choice.”

Denki says with a smile and pushing himself off the bed, wrapping his arm around your shoulder. Bakugo rolls his eyes while Mina wiggles her brows, and Kirishima gives the two of you a thumbs up.

“I never said ‘optimal’ choice, but you can never go wrong with reindeer.”

You correct, with a flick to his forehead.

“Bakubro, c’mon! Do reindeer with us or show us something you'd be willing to match us in.”

Kirishima chimes in, leaning back on the desk chair, causing a small creek. You bite back a small laugh at Bakugo’s pomeranian-like glare. 

“I'm not doing the stupid reindeer. Find something else.”

Bakugo says with a scoff and stands up, walking out of the room; leaving you, Denki, Kirishima, and Mina alone in your dorm. You and Mina giggle at his expected outburst saying this is how it went down last year, and the year before that.

“Bakubro, don't leave without me!”

Kirishima follows him out of the room, chasing Katsuki, resulting in you and Mina practically dying of laughter. Afterwards, Mina stands up and walks out to get her red haired boyfriend, quickly blowing kisses to you. 

“I'm gonna’ chase after them, see ya’, bestie!”

She calls to you as it's jogging out of the dorm, leaving just you and Denki. You both smile awkwardly at each other, then immediately look down at your phones. There's a long, awkward silence between you two, before he clears his throat and holds up a picture of a couples pajama set.

“So, what about these ones?”

He asks, showing you a photo of a simple couples set, the shirt is a simple, black, long sleeve cotton shirt, and the pants are black and white plaid.

“Oh, those are cute!”

You tell him, gently moving the phone closer to get a better look, your fingers brushing against his. Blushing, he quickly looks away, trying to not think about the fact that it was a couple's pajama set.

“So we just need 3 sets! That way, there's one for all of us.”

You say with a  smile, reaching over and grabbing his phone. Checking the price, you buy it without hesitation. He looks at you, clearly surprised, but a smile replaces his shock and lets out a small laugh.

“It'll be here tomorrow! I'll pay you back when they get here!”

You cheerily say before giving him a quick hug. You notice him open his mouth to say something, but he closes it quickly and scratches the back of his neck.

“I'm, uh, gonna go see what the others are doin’. . . Cya.”

He says with raging blush before quietly exiting your room. You say your farewells before collapsing on your bed, exhausted with your own dusty pink cheeks. As you begin getting ready for bed, you can't help but fantasize about the movie night, and how cute Denki- No, quit that. He’s your best friend.

-

“We should all do each other's makeup before the party, it would be so fun!”

Mina exclaims from her spot on the bed, surrounded by a mountain of her stuffed animals. A large stuffed bunny sits on her lap, being suffocated by how tightly she’s holding it. A tear shows below its ear, the stuffing threatening to spill out. You could tell that Mina had attempted to sew it closed before, but it clearly didn’t work well; stray stands of white string hang from the tear.

“Mina, for the hundredth time, it’s not a party." 

Jiro groans, having to tell the pink girl that this wasn’t a party at least six times now. She’s sitting against the far right wall, a single earbud in while she scrolls on her phone, clearly bored.

“Just because it isn’t now, doesn’t mean it can’t be turned into one!”

You say with a childish smile, holding one of Mina's many stuffed animals to your chest. It’s some sort of alien, like a cat, with tentacles. Still cute though, in your opinion. 

“Oh! That reminds me; you and Kaminari are gettin’ pretty close!”

Mina says in a high pitched voice while wiggling her eyebrows at you playfully, Jiro rolling her eyes. Mina smiles at you and clearly wants details of what’s apparently happening with you and Denki.

“What?”

You ask with a confused tone at the looks you're getting fro

“So, I want details! What’s goin’ on between you two?!”

She asks excitedly tossing her bunny to the side and sitting up to talk to you better. Jiro takes her singular earbud out and places it in the case, sporting her own smirk.

“She’s got a point, what’s goin’ on between you two?”

Jiro asks with a teasing tone as she sets her phone down on the floor.

“What?! Nothing, nothing is going on. Sure, he’s nice, it’s funny how he short-circuits, and maybe he’s cute-”

You accidentally ramble on before being cut off by Mina.

“Ha! So do you like him?!”

Mina asks excitedly, Jiro backing her up as they interrogate you. That’s how the whole night goes. They eventually get the fact you like the blonde out of you, and spend the rest of the night asking you what you like about him, if you were to go on a date where you’d go, basically the works.

-

The first day of Winter break is tomorrow, and that means your movie night is tonight.. The pajamas had arrived, but you were still oblivious to what you’d be doing for makeup. Sure, you could go with simple highlighter and mascara, but that’s boring.

Now this is where you are; laying in bed while scrolling through Pinterest to find a good christmas makeup look. Eventually you decide on a cutesy, simple look with two little snowflakes next to a small black eyeliner wing.

Getting out of bed, you get to work. You sit at your vanity and pull out all the necessary makeup essentials. Black eyeliner, white eyeliner you used for a Halloween costume one year, blush, an eyeshadow pallet from only god knows where, etc, etc. Multiple q-tips used for eyeliner and breaks from frustration later, you’re finished, and quite proud to say the least. The snowflake isn’t perfect, but then again, nothing is, right?

Once you're satisfied with your makeup, you get dressed, the sweatpants at least a size too big, and the shirt tighter than you expected it to be. After fighting your pants to feel like they won't fall off, and adjusting your shirt so your bra line doesn't show, you're ready for your movie night. Grabbing your phone and throwing on a pair of white slippers, you skip out of your dorm and meet the others in Denki’s dorm, and you're not disappointed to see that everyone is matching, including Katsuki.

“Finally! We saved you a spot, girly!”

Mina exclaims from her spot on the floor, her head laying on Kirishima's shoulder. Jiro is off to the side on a beanbag, and Bakugo is sitting on the far right side of the bed next to Kaminari; the only empty spot next to Denki. He smiles in the cutest way possible and pats on the spot next to him, which you immediately smile at and climb into the spot before the blonde presses play on the chosen movie; Klaus.

“Good choice.”

You whisper quietly as the beginning music starts to play, nudging Kaminari gently. He smiles sweetly and scoots a bit closer to you. You don’t notice at first until the movie is suddenly paused, since Mina had cutely fallen asleep on Kirishima’s shoulder, a quiet snore coming from her. Jiro takes the opportunity to take a picture before Kirishima scoops Mina up and carries her back to her dorm. 

“I'll be right back.”

Kirishima says with a smile while stepping out of Denki's dorm. Taking advantage of the quick break, you talk to Kaminari, but he beats you to it.

“What are you doing for winter break?”

He asks in his usual cheery and energetic tone. You like it, of course, how he always seems to be enthusiastic about whatever random crap you talk about. You can still tell that he does care and isn’t always joking around.

“Well, nothing much. Probably just spending it by myself again.”

You answer solemnly. Your parents and older siblings never really get together for these events. They’re always working or on some sort of vacation. You do recall, though, that about 2 years ago you went ice skating with your older sister, but that was the last time you really had any fun with her. Noticing your incoming sadness, Denki places his hand on yours and smiles softly, a soft pink tint forming across his cheeks.

“Hey, I understand that, Sparks. Actually, would you like to-”

Before he can finish, Kirishima comes back into the dorm and sits back down on the floor. Denki and you quickly turn back to the screen as he presses play on the movie. His other hand still rests on top of yours, before you flip your hand over, intertwining your fingers with his. His face nearly turns beet red as you scoot closer to him and rest your head on his shoulder.

Without noticing it, both you and Denki had fallen asleep. Well, before you both get woken up by Bakugo, who is towering over both of you, scowling. Your head lies on Denki’s chest, and his arm is lazily thrown over your shoulder, holding you close. 

“Huh?”

Denki asks, as you both realize the position you two are in and scramble to sit up. Bakugo rolls his eyes, mumbling something incoherent before escorting himself out of the room. You are hesitant to look back at Denki, who is probably as embarrassed as you. You quickly look back to him, as he opens his mouth, then closes it.

“Well, I guess that answers something.”

He starts, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. You both blush, and an awkward silence falls between you two before you decide to say something.

“W-what exactly?”

You choke out, feeling like you’re about to pass out from what he might say next. You fumble with the strings on your pants, too shy to make eye contact with him. Though, you decide to look up with the little confidence you have left. Denki still sits there, his cheeks a darker shade of pink as his expression shows that he is clearly nervous. 

“D-do you like me, Sparks?”

He asks shyly, meeting your gaze with sincere yellow eyes. Your breath hitches, and you’re sure that you’re probably the same color as a cherry tomato at this point. You’re unsure what to say, but to your surprise, he speaks up again. 

“I mean, it’s okay if you don’t a-and I was just wondering since you did snuggle closer to me and hold my hand and-”

He freezes as you quickly press your lips against his surprisingly soft ones in an attempt to shut him up. His eyes widen at first, but he eventually melts into the kiss, closing his eyes. He reaches out and cups the side of your face gently, pulling you deeper into the kiss. You can feel small tingles all over your body, which is probably him using his quirk without knowing it, or he does know it and just doesn’t care. 

You two eventually pull away from each other, breathing heavily. Denki smiles and rests his forehead on yours, his breathing slowing down. 

“I’ll take that as a yes.”

He says softly, sitting up straight again. He gently grabs your hand, before playfully holding your hand up and kissing it. He stares lovingly at you, as if you are the only thing in the world he truly cares about. 

“Would m’lady like to stay the night?”

He asks in his most gentlemanly voice, with a proud smirk. You giggle softly and nod, lying back down as he does. He gently places his hand on your lower back, pulling you closer until you snuggle up close to him. Before going to bed, you post the picture you got of everyone. You close your eyes, and feel his hands running soft circles against your back, and eventually, you both fall back into a deep slumber.

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A/N: So, how do we like this one? I'm actually pretty proud of it, even if it feels a lil’ all over the place (imo) ;v;

Anyway- LITERALLY THANK YOU TO MY BESTIE SHE ACTUALLY HELPED SO SO MUCH

If you’re reading this pookie, thank you <3

[queen-of-deans-booty]

Alpha and Omega: Final Part

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Female!Reader

Word Count: ~2k

Warnings: canon angst and violence

Summary: When trapping Amara doesn't work, the only thing that might work is killing her. Chuck is dying, so to balance the scales, Amara has to die... which means you have to die. Dean gets ready to do the impossible while you work to remind Amara what family is really about. After all, you've got room for one more.

Season Eleven Masterlist

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. I love seeing any and all comments <3

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If Dean is going to die, he has to visit his mother's grave one last time. He and Sam stand in front of it while Rowena, Chuck, Castiel, and Crowley wait by the car not even a hundred yards away.

"Dean, you don't have to do this," Sam whispers.

"I'm the only one who can... the only one who should. It's Y/N, man. She's my best friend. If she goes down, I'm going down with her."

"What about your kids?"

"I am doing this for them, Sam. Y/N has no one on her side. The kids have you and Cas and Jody and the girls." Dean sniffles. "They'll be okay but Y/N won't." He looks at his wedding band. The one that belonged to his father. "Till death due us part, right? I took a vow to protect her. This is how I do that. At least we'll be in Heaven together. Bobby's up there, too. I bet he'd like to see her again. He might kick my ass for bringing her a bit early, but I'm sure he'll forgive me." Dean drops his voice to a whisper. "Robert's up there."

Dean pats his brother on the back and walks back to the group, leaving Sam alone with their mother for a minute more.

"Are you okay with this?" Dean asks Chuck.

"No. Even after everything she's done, Amara's still my sister. She's my family. I can't... I don't want to see her dead, but... I understand."

"Dean," Castiel whispers.

The angel pulls Dean in for a tight hug, and Dean wraps his arms around his waist. He'll allow himself to have this moment.

"Promise me something, Cas."

"Anything."

"Look after my kids and dogs, okay? Look after Molly." Dean tries hard not to cry. "Protect them. I don't want to see them in Heaven a minute before they should be okay?"

"I promise."

"You know they really love you. Joanna especially. You're her Uncle Cassie."

Castiel gets tears. "I really love them, too."

Sam comes back and Dean looks at his brother.

"Tell stories about me and Y/N to them. The good ones. But not so much that they're sad we're gone. Y/N was right. They need to have a childhood, and I need you to promise me you'll give it to them. They deserve to have a life not condemned like ours."

"You got it," Sam sniffles.

"I could go with you," Castiel offers.

"No, I have to do this alone. Thank you for everything, Cas." Dean wipes the tears and slaps his hands together. "Okay, look. I want a big funeral. I'm talking epic. Okay? Open bar, choir, Sabbath cover band, and Gary Busey reading the eulogy."

"Done," Sam nods.

"For our ashes, I think she'd like it here. I like it here. You know, as far as eternal resting places go." Dean reaches into his pocket and takes out the keys to the Impala. He hesitates before handing them to Dean. Sam shakes his head with tears in his eyes. "Come on. You know the drill. No chick-flick moments. Come on."

Sam hesitates but takes the keys. "You love chick flick moments."

Dean chuckles. "Yeah, you're right. I do. Come here."

Dean pulls his brother in for a hug, and they embrace tightly. A tear rolls down Sam's cheek, but he wipes it away before pulling back. Dean clears his throat and looks at Chuck.

"I'm ready."

Check snaps his fingers and sends Dean to the garden where Amara is. The place is empty, free of the old woman and the birds. Dean sees the dead flowers and knows she is here. The sun is getting dimmer which means Dean is running out of time. The garden isn't huge but Dean walks the entirety of it looking for Amara.

"Dean."

He turns and sees Amara standing by the fountain. Only... she's not you. She is herself, the version of her before she connected with you. If she's really out of you and you're safe... No, he still needs to do this. At least his kids will be with you, safe, once this is all over. It'll be nice to spend time with his son in Heaven.

"Where is my wife?"

"Safe. How did you find me?"

"Does it matter? I'm here to give you what you want. Me."

"That's a change."

"I can't just stand by and watch the world, my friends, and my family die." He starts walking toward her slowly. "So, if becoming a part of you takes me away from that, then I'm in."

"You and that bomb in your chest?" Dean stops walking. "Do you think I can't taste the power coming off of you? Please. The problem is you've never been able to hurt me. So, what makes this time any different?"

"I don't have a choice. Look at what you're doing to the sun!"

"That's not me. With my brother getting weaker, the scales are tipping away from light and into nothing. When God's gone, the universe—everything will cease to exist. Including me. My brother betrayed me. He locked me away for billions of years. He sent you to execute me."

"No, he didn't. He brought me here but he doesn't want this. This wasn't his idea. You're his family, Amara. He doesn't want you dead. He never wanted this... Do you?"

Amara thinks back to the old woman and then of you. "No! I just wanted to hurt him. I wanted to make him pay."

"That's called revenge. Sure, it'll get you out of bed in the morning. Sure, it feels fantastic... for about five minutes. I've been there. Me, Sam, and Y/N... Do you think we've never had problems? When I couldn't man up and admit my feelings for Y/N, she was ready to leave. I didn't let her. Sam kick-started the apocalypse and set Lucifer free by trusting a demon over his own brother. I still forgave him.

"Y/N got pregnant and got an abortion without telling me. It took me a while but I still forgave her. I... I left her for another woman yet she still married me. Sam did a lot of terrible things when he was soulless yet Y/N and I forgave him. She did terrible things while soulless but I still love her. I'm in love with her.

"When everything goes to shit... At the end of the day... All you have is family. You might be an all-powerful being, but I think you're human where it counts. You just want your brother back like I wanted mine."

"Stop it," she glares with tears.

"You don't want to be alone. Not really. I don't either. I mean, hell. Maybe that's why you wanted me. When really, deep down, you didn't want me because I'm not him. At the end of the day, there is no one like your sibling. No one will ever be able to replace him, so I'm going to ask you again. Put aside the rage, put aside the hate, and you tell me... What do you want?"

Amara sobs once and looks to the sky at the dimming sun. She wants her brother again. She snaps her fingers and transports Chuck right into the garden. He looks around in shock at Dean still alive and Amara... still alive.

"Why did you bring me here?"

"Brother, I... In the beginning, it was just you and me, and we were family. I loved you, and I thought—I knew that you loved me."

"I did." He sighs. "I do."

"Then you went and you made all these other things. I hated them. I hated you for needing something else, something that wasn't me. Then you locked me away, and all I could think about was making you suffer."

"You had your reasons."

"I did, and I thought revenge would make me happy, but I was wrong. What you've made..." She looks at the garden. "it's beautiful. It took me a long time to see that. I know that we can't go back to the way things were. I don't want to, but I wish... I wish that we could just be family again."

"I do, too. More than you know."

Chuck reaches out his hand and Amara takes it. Their hands start to glow, and light is restored. The sun is healed from their pain. Dean watches as the sun gets brighter until it's restored to what it was. He has to shield his eyes from it being too bright. Amara holds out her other hand and golden light shoots out in waves.

She heals her brother of whatever she did to him.

"Where is my wife?" Dean asks. "Why did you let her go?"

Amara and Chuck step off to the side, and you come walking out from behind the fountain.

"Hi, Dean," you smile.

Dean is about to say something when he notices your pregnant belly. Nine months to be exact. He knows you didn't cheat. When would Amara have time to go out there and sleep with men? He's just confused as to how this happened.

"She reminded me of what family is all about," Amara says.

"How did this happen?"

"She created life where there was none previously." Amara smiles at you. "The ultimate Sapphire Witch move. I underestimated you."

You close your eyes and blue magic swirls around you like a mist and a cloud. When it dies down, you're no longer pregnant, and you're holding your brand-new baby girl. Dean gasps and walks over to you to get a better look at her. She looks so small.

"Does she have a name?" Dean whispers. You look up and shake your head. He doesn't hesitate with this one. "How about Celeste?"

Tears well in your eyes. "Charlie for short."

Dean nods and he kisses his daughter's head delicately.

"I think we're just gonna go away for a while," Chuck announces.

"Yeah, family meeting. I get it."

"First..." He walks over to Dean and puts his hand to his chest. He removes all of the souls Rowena placed in there, and Dean winces in pain. "Better?"

"What about us? What about Earth?"

"Earth will be fine. It's got you... and Sam... and Y/N."

"Dean, Y/N... you both gave me what I needed most. I want to do the same for you." She looks at you. "You reminded me what it's like to have a family again, and for that, I will give you back yours."

Amara transforms into black mist while Chuck transforms into white mist. Both of them shoot off into the sky.

"I've missed you so much," Dean whispers. He leans down and kisses you, his heart already healing. "Don't leave again."

"I'll try not to," you smile. "Where are our kids?"

"I sent them and the dogs to Jody. Molly went home. They're all safe."

"Good. Do you know where we are? How the hell do we get back home?"

"I don't know, but let's do it together." You and Dean leave the garden and walk until it's nighttime. Charlie sleeps peacefully in your arms, and Dean smiles down at her. "How the hell did this happen?"

"I don't know. I remember an old radio and my voice telling me to wake up. As much as Amara was learning from me, I was learning from her. She made journals while she was away. I read every single one of them. I knew she'd let me go if I became pregnant, so I did it without even thinking. Now we have Charlie."

Dean blurts out the question before he thinks about it. "Is she mine?"

"Of course. I created her using both of our DNA. You're the only one I want to have kids with. I'm warning you now, she is the last one. I'm thirty-seven. This factory is closed for good."

"I agree," Dean smiles. You get to the edge of the woods, and Dean tries to get a signal on his phone. "Yeah, there isn't any signal. We just have to keep walking. You don't have, like, portal powers do you?"

"Unfortunately not."

"Help!" You and Dean look in the distance where the voice is coming from. "Help me!"

You two follow the sounds where there is a clearing. There is a sidewalk and a trail. You're back to civilization. Only... that's not what you're focusing on. 

The woman standing right in front of you, the one crying out for help, is none other than Mary Winchester wearing the white nightgown she was burned in thirty years ago.

"Mom?"

x

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[thoughtfulchaos773]

Syd and Carmy- A Lover's Quarrel

This meta focuses on the Sexy Complications that I mentioned in a meta called Romantic Beats. I will focus on the clash between Syd and Carmy and what makes their conflicts so compelling to watch on screen.

Truth be told, I get fired up watching Carmy and Syd argue. They're like the turning point between all the other conflicts on the show.

Maybe it's because Carmy really zooms in and focuses on Syd when he's ready to fight?

Or the blocking- which has been covered before in the sydcarmy ship.

Maybe it's how Sydney goes toe toe-to-toe with Carmy if she needs to, but she's the only one to calm him down and snap him out of his patterns.

I think it's all the above.

In screenwriting- how you write arguments it's big on subtext. What I love about Syd and Carmy's arguments- in season 2- is that they're equals, and the truth of what they're really fighting about is starting to reach a boiling point. So what is the argument really about between Carmy and Syd?

2x03 Sundae Carmy turns to Syd once he hears she's not pleased with the changes. He suddenly walks towards her- why is he so close? The argument is about miscommunication and how Sydney feels left out of their process to open The Bear- whereas Carmy thinks they're still fine; they're just as close as they were before. But the blocking- Syd steps away- hinting that this should be a private discussion with Carmy. He's taking her dissatisfaction with the wall literally, and while deep down- Syd is saying- hey, I'm feeling unsure and I'm scared- you gave me all the reason to doubt you today. Please don't give me a reason not to trust you. Once she gives him the solution, Carmy only understands what Syd means- you let me know. But his inner conflict was early that day. Carmy's conflict lies in this dilemma of what it means to be closer to someone- to let someone in and what makes a good relationship. Keep in mind he shut out many people when he was in New York, and now, since Mikey, he has this opportunity to experience a deeper relationship. But that entails being present, making the person happy, and expressing his love without past hurts. He wants love to be fun and joyful. But he needs to figure out how to get there. He's telling Sydney- hey, I'm scared too; this is new to me, and I don't know how to do it because past hurts are showing up for me again. This feels complicated. I'm supposed to be doing this thing with Mikey and it only hurts it's not fun for me. but here you are and I'm also experiencing different emotions I've never felt before and I don't know how to handle it.

Sidebar: The way Fak walks away in the left gif- like he just knows some shit is about to go down between them and the stares from Marcus and Richie (while Fak looks away). So I'm one of many entranced by their arguments?

2. 2x05 Pop

I love that Claire said the errand was anti-climatic- really, the romance between them is anti-climatic (thanks to @currymanganese edit). The climactic moment happens at the end when Syd and Carmy almost argue- something Carmy clearly wants to do with Sydney. But he's mad at himself more than anything. Sydney says you're dismissing me and you weren't there, and I feel alone here. Carmy is saying I know I'm at fault here, I know it's on me- but I'm still here, right? I just want to experience something different this time- and that may get in the way, but I'm still here.

2. 2x08 Bolognese Sydney and Carmy are arguing about Claire going over the menu. But it's about trust, Carmys wanting a better experience with all the trauma he's faced, and this person who's in between their relationship. Someone he doesn't call a girlfriend creates a wedge and steps in where she shouldn't. Carmy and cannolis isn't the issue- it's an important part of his life that he should have shared with Sydney. Sydney is saying this is something you should have shared with me. You're leaving me out again. You won't let me in.

4. 2x10 The Bear

The boiling point of season 2. Carmy is triggered when he thinks he sees his EMP boss. When he returns to the kitchen, he sees the cold dead fish(is there subtext here?) and lashes out at Sydney.

This isn't about the expo station or the cold fish. It's fear that tips over for Carmy. Carmy is back in a cycle he does not want to be in. Carmy is saying, " I'm scared. I've been here before and don't want to do it again. I'm back in this stressful feeling of being in that kitchen. His kitchen. This needs to be perfect.

Sydney is clear in this argument. He was not there. Something Carmy needs to hear.

The conflict lies in Carmy getting out of his old ways so he can build a healthy relationship with Sydney- whereas Sydney has to learn trust and let go and fall so Carmy can catch her- Sydney has to be patient with Carmy's past experience, and Carmy has to learn how to be there for someone, how to know and be close to Sydney.

A well-crafted argument can change the whole dynamic of a relationship. The impending big fight is covered on this sydcarmy ship a few times, but I just wanted to point out how excited I am with the inner conflict in Carmy and Syd's dynamic.

Sooner or later- the truth boils over in arguments between two characters. Will this argument continue to reveal what Syd and Carmy are scared of- will the arguments draw understanding and closeness?

Bring it on season 3!

[ask-red-and-solomon]

Fair Chaos - Oneshot

Cheers of kaiju and carnival music echoed through the clear autumn skies. The county fair was only set up and operating for only about a week every fall and spring season across the solar system- and this time, it was Zenith's turn to host it.

So, having no other plans, and thinking it would make for a fun day, Red decided to take Usol and Solomon there- with Melissa and Acacius tagging along.

Solomon landed just a few paces away from the arched entrance, Red following shortly behind and holding Usol in his arms. The small monster had made sure to bundle up in a jacket and scarf, guessing that it would be colder later.

"And here we are!" Solomon announced in a grand voice, getting a pair of shades out of his fur, "The county fair...!"

"Oh, I haven't been to one of these in forever!" Melissa smiled as she glided towards the ground, holding Acacius in her arms. Acacius chuckled as he picked leaves out of her jacket hood.

Usol peered up, excitedly waving at her, "Hi, Melissa! Hi Mr. Acacius!"

"Usol! It's nice to see you too!" She landed with a few steps, kneeling to put Acacius on the ground. Red leaned down to let Usol run over to her, to which she picked up and hugged him.

"Are you ready to ride the craziest rides there are?!"

Usol pumped his small fists into the air, "Yeah! And eat all the cotton candy in the woorrld!" They both cheered out and laughed.

Red smiled as he watched them have their fun, before stretching out his wings and legs.

Acacius stared at the Hellbeast for a moment, noticing how his wings cracked. "Hey Red, how're you doing over there?"

He relaxed his wings and stood upright again, "Better than before," He sighed out in relief.

"Do your wings usually crack when you stretch them?"

"I don't think I stretched them properly before I took off. But..." He stopped to stretch one of his legs, "Ugh- There it is. I'm fine now."

"You sure?"

"Yes, I'm-"

"Hey, Solomon!"

The demon bat turned away from the attraction posters he was looking at, "Yeah?"

"You really don't have to-"

"You gonna help Red with stretching out his legs later, or what?!"

Red roughly shoved Acacius aside, Solomon was already trying not to laugh, "Ignore that! I'm fine!"

Usol and Melissa ran inside the fair, chanting out about how much funnel cake and cotton candy they'd eat. Red perked his head up hearing that there was funnel cake, and rushed after them.

"Oh boy..." Solomon nervously smiled, "Red, wait up! You better not spend the money I gave you already!"

"I'm getting a funnel cake no matter what!"

"Fine, but you can't just eat sweets all afternoon."

Red fully stopped, tilting his head, "Is that a challenge?"

"What?!- I, well... Wait, no-!"

The Hellbeast bolted off faster than before.

"Red, get back here!-"

Acacius snatched the shades from Sol's head as he ran off. Surely he wouldn't mind if he borrowed these just for today?

Chuckling to himself, he followed not too far after the others.

"Alright... which ride should we go on first..." Melissa wondered aloud, looking across each colorful attraction as Usol held her hand, jumping in excitement.

"How about.... that one!"

She turned to Usol, then to the ride he'd pointed at- the grand ferris wheel, towering over everything. Multicolored lights adorned the sides, glowing amidst the clear sky.

A big smile spread across her face, "Ooh, that's a good one! The views at the top are just amazing!" A sudden beeping sound interrupted her thoughts.

Confused, Usol watched her take a small device out of her pocket. "Hold on, just gotta feed this little guy..." She started pressing buttons, not taking her eyes off the tiny screen as she felt Usol tugging at her other hand.

"Hold on, hold on, the ferris wheel isn't going to roll away or anything," She joked. Just then, she heard the magnet that held her prosthetic in place snap.

As soon as she looked down, a small winged Kamacuras bolted off, holding her arm.

"What the- Hey! Get back here!" She rushed after the monster on foot, "You don't just do that, you jerk!"

"Go kick his butt, Melissa!" Usol shouted in encouragement, waving his cotton candy in the air. He turned back to the alligator kaiju who managed the cart, "How much is this again?"

"Two silver coins, kid."

Usol dug around in his pocket, and handed him the money, putting the extra change away. "Thanks for the business, little guy."

"Thank you! I might get some more for Melissa when she comes back..." He mumbled, now focusing on trying to find Red or Solomon. "Shoot... Where'd they go...?"

The small monster paced in place for a moment, looking through the plethora of monsters that walked from one ride to the next. He tried not to panic, but then stopped when he remembered what the Hellbeast talked about earlier.

He turned to the stand owner, "Excuse me, but do you know where I can get a funnel cake?"

The owner looked away from his book, "Oh yeah. I think a stand for that was set up further that way," He pointed past various balloon games and a carousel, "Someone set up shop just a little bit past those rides."

"Thank you!" Usol smiled, before running off into the crowds, waving his cotton candy around like a sword. "Sorry, outta my way! I'm gonna defeat a funnel cake dragon!"

"Go get 'em, kiddo!"

*****

Colorful leaves gathered at Acacius's feet as he leaned back on the wooden bench, the little shade of the nearby tree shielding his eyes from the sun.

He didn't have any plans for the day, he didn't need to. Sitting beneath the open sky and warmth of the sun, feeling the cool breeze of the autumn season... all of that was just enough for him.

He watched as smaller and younger monsters ran about the fair, hopping onto various rides and laughing in joy when they got off- before rushing to another ride or to one of the snack stands.

A soft smile spread across his face, remembering how happy and free he was in his youth. A small group of smaller monsters rushed to one of the spinning cliffhanger rides- the attendant looked exhausted.

"Look buddy, I'm not tellin' you again-"

"Can this thing spin so fast, it can fly you to the moon?"

"What?- No, it can't- are you gonna buy a ticket or-"

"Are you doing okay?"

"Obviously no! Are you getting a ticket or not?!"

"Can you make the ride go super fast?!"

"I'm not allowed to!-"

"Why not? It'd be fun!"

Acacius turned to the attendant, finding that he was in an argument with none other than... Face. He buried his head in his hands for a second, of course the weird floating head was at the fair and asking everyone crazy questions...

Acacius got onto his feet, "Hey Face!"

The odd floating head spun around, facing him upside-down. "Oh, my good ol' buddy! What's you getting up to on this funny night?"

"Just trying to relax and everything... What are you doing?"

Face squinted at the ride attendant for a second, like the monster had stolen something and wouldn't hand the item back.

Right, Face sometimes refused to answer questions that didn't have a yes or no answer. "Face? Are you going to cause trouble all day?"

They quickly turned back to him, "Oh no, no, no! I was just having fun!"

"Are you sure? You look a bit... mad at this guy. You want to go get some snacks with me? I-"

"Oh! Snacks?!" Without any warning, Face bolted past, bouncing off snack stands and rides at blinding speed. "Gotta catch me first Mr. light man!"

Acacius stared for a second, dazed, before running after them, "Face, I swear to God- why are you always like this?!"

Maniacal laughter echoed through the wind as the Golden Light gave chase, always just barely a step behind the tiny blur as it bounced around like a hyperactive pinball.

Monsters ducked, and screamed, and ran as Face crashed into one of the watergun games, only for him to have already moved on by the time Acacius caught up.

"Someone stop them!" He yelled out, just as Face bounced off a snack stand, and was sent flying into another stand, where the two-headed bird that owned it defended themselves with a pan.

Which then sent Face flying into the air.

"Whoa..." Acacius huffed, out of breath, but now relived he could actually catch it now. "Thanks..!"

Quickly, he looked around for any way for Face to safely land- without damaging any attractions or monsters...

Then he spotted a cotton candy machine. He got an idea, it was a crazy idea, but an idea nonetheless.

He ran to the machine, grabbing it by the handle and wheeling off with it, "Sorry, gotta borrow this really quickly!"

Face continued to soar higher into the skies, there was no telling when it'd reach the peak and start diving. Carefully, Acacius kept his eyes on them.

"Come on... Come on..."

He moved the machine around bit by bit, trying to see where exactly it'd land... Face then slowly began to fall, shouting out in glee like it was the most fun he had in forever.

"There!" He quickly flipped a switch on the machine, starting it on the highest setting. Large puffs of candy began to form within the machine as it shuttered and whirred.

"Wwwhhhhheeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee...!"

Acacius smiled to himself, "I got you now..."

The whirring of the machine got louder and louder as it was now overflowing with candy, enough to form a small cloud. The candy cloud grew and grew steadily as Face got closer and closer to the ground.

Nearby monsters stared and gasped at the cloud of candy, but Acacius kept his eyes on Face's location. Then, finally, Face crashed into the cloud and the machine itself, sending Acacius and the machine flying back.

For a moment, neither of them moved, dazed and in shock from the fall's impact. Acacius lifted a shaking hand, and shut off the machine just as Face came floating out of it, spinning wildly.

"Whhooooo boy..! That... that was- uh..." Face stumbled on their words for a minute, then shook themselves. "That was the fun-est thing I've done in a bajillion years!"

Acacius only groaned as he slowly got up, rubbing his chest and arm while Face was too busy laughing. "Ughh, God... Should've worn my armor.... sugar-honey-iced..."

Face stared at him for a second, "You doing okay buddy 'ol pal? Are any of your bones broken?"

"No... No, God I hope not..."

They blinked, then grabbed a tuft of cotton candy, offering it to him."Want some?"

Rubbing his head, Acacius sat up and took the candy. Looking tired as he ate it.

"There we go! Feel better now?"

"I... guess? I don't know... I just wanted to relax and maybe go on a ride or two and-"

Face practically lit up, flying around him in circles, "Oh, a ride! Which one?! Tell me, tell me!"

"Maybe one of the spinning rides? I heard that-"

He was suddenly dragged back up to his feet, "That sounds super fun! Let's go! Ooh, you think we could get the ride cranked all the way up and go super super fast?! C'mon buddy!"

Acacius stared for a second, "Well, uh... I don't..."

Before he knew it, Face was already dragging him to a nearby ride.

*****

Melissa's own heartbeat echoed through her head as she rushed past countless rides and stands. Everything abound her was nothing more than faint blurs as she chased down the small bug monster.

Holding the robotic arm in its pincers, the winged Kamacuras glided just above the ground and near the feet of other monsters, staying out of her sight for as long as possible.

She stopped for a long moment to catch her breath and ground herself again, the weight of just one prosthetic felt odd. Of course the little bugger chose to go into the most crowded section of the fair... First the stalls he'd knocked over to slow her down, and now this.

But she needed to slow down and ground herself to find him. She needed that prosthetic back- Acacius didn't work night and day building it for nothing, after all...

"Where did you go now..."

Slowly, she looked over the entire area. Bells rang, and smaller monsters laughed and ran all around her. So many colorful things surrounded her, it was almost overwhelming.

Yep, now she was sure they lead her here on purpose...

A couple prizes at some of the games caught her eye, she considered playing to get them. But then she shook herself, she shouldn't get distracted. Step by step, she walked through the crowd, unable to see her own boots, let alone the small monster.

It really was the perfect hiding spot for him.

Just out of her sight, the small Kamacuras hopped into a bouncy castle, "Hey! Get back here...!"

They glared at her for a second, then jumped once, then twice, then on the third bounce, they forced all of their weight down.

By the time Melissa had caught up, they spread their wings and used the castle to launch themselves high above, flying over a section of the fair.

The small monster cackled in glee as they took off, "See you never, smurf lady!"

For a moment, Melissa just stared. Then she took a deep breath- in a flash of light, angelic wings materialized behind her.

She slowly rose them above her head, then brought them down with all the force she could muster, darting into the skies.

Eyes darting around, she tried to spot him again. There were some fun attractions, with Acacius and Face in a spinning one... Some strength test games Solomon could beat for sure...

Once she spotted the ferris wheel, she immediately spotted the winged beast. Her prosthetic dangling from its tiny arms.

He looked back to her, too busy taunting her to notice the metal darts soaring nearby- and by the time he had, his wings were already torn and he found himself suddenly falling.

Fear struck Melissa, and without thinking, she dove after him.

"Come on, come on! Just a bit further!" The Kamacuras desperately flapped his wings, but to no avail.

"I've got you!" In an instant, she grabbed ahold on him with her remaining arm, outstretching her wings as she slowed.

He squirmed in her grip, "Let go of me, you stupid-!"

She suddenly dropped him a few feet above the ground, near a blocked off section, where parts of a deconstructed roller coaster surrounded them.

Melissa landed before him, a stern look on her face as he glared at her.

Slowly, she knelt down to his level, "Look, kid... I don't know why you took my arm, or what you could need it for. But I need it back, please?"

"No way! I need this! We can't find any other replacements!"

She gave him a look of confusion, "Replacements? For who?"

"My mom, that's who! Her robot arm broke!" He clutched her prosthetic even tighter, "Me and my sister's been looking everywhere for pieces to fix it! It's the only one we could find around here!"

For a moment, she stopped and thought. Then got an idea.

"What's your name?"

He gave her a suspicious look, "Darrin?"

"If you give me my arm back, Darrin, then I'll get some friends of mine to help you and your mother..." She held out her hand. "Does that sound alright?"

Darrin didn't move for a while, taking a step back. But then handing it back.

"Deal. As long as she's okay..."

Melissa snapped the prosthetic back into place, "Don't worry, I'll make sure she is. I promise."

"You better not break that promise!"

"I won't, I won't!"

"Good!" He looked around for a second, "Um... could you get me outta here?"

"Oh!- Absolutely!" She chuckled a bit, "Sorry about that!"

"I'm the one who stole from you!"

"Hm... fair enough... Want any cotton candy?"

"Uh... sure?"

*****

The Hellbeast grabbed and clawed at the inside of a toppled over funnel cake truck, the owner, trapped inside, holding onto his seat for dear life.

"Five, six... seven... think that's enough..." Red mumbled to himself, then turned to the owner, throwing a small bag of coins at him. "Here's your tip."

He hopped off of the truck, a stack of cakes balanced on one hand. Solomon shook his head, then shouted out, "Hey! Red! Forgetting something?"

Red stopped in his tracks, staring at him blankly for a second. Ah, right, the truck...

"Oh. Sorry. Forgot..." He scurried back to the truck, handing the stack of cakes to Sol, "Hold these."

Solomon gave him a slightly concerned look, "You doing okay, love? You've been forgetting to be nice to others a lot recently..."

The Hellbeast huffed as he lifted the truck up, "I just... get very into what I'm doing... sometimes..." He shoved the truck up onto its wheels, taking a second to check on the owner, who was still scared.

"You okay?" The driver gave him a quivering thumbs up. "I think he's okay..." The Hellbeast walked back to Solomon, splitting one of the cakes in half for his partner to eat and taking the rest of the stack.

Sol stopped for a moment, looking through the fair, "Now where'd Usol go off to-"

"Hi Mr. Solomon!"

Solomon yelped as jolted back for a second, "Oh- oh... heheh... there you are, kiddo..." He knelt down and patted Usol on the head. Red smiled and gave him a thumbs up.

"What'cha up to today? Find any cool rides?"

"I got some cotton candy, and... I got on some other rides, and found that thing!" Usol pointed up at the massive ferris wheel, which was even bigger up close.

Solomon stared up at it, "Huh... Good choice!"

"I wanna go all the way to the top! Melissa said everything looks really cool from there!"

"It does. I've been on one before."

"You have?"

"Yes. Want me to fly you up there?"

Usol began jumping in excitement, "Yeah! Let's go!"

"What? No! You can't just fly on top of the ride!"

"Why not?"

"You have to wait in line like everyone else, silly..."

Both Usol and Red groaned in disappointment. Usol already checked the line, which was packed to Hell and back. It would take hours of waiting just to get on...

But then Red smiled at Usol, he had an idea. He walked over to Solomon, "Hold on, you have something on your face..."

"Huh? Do I?-"

Red suddenly pulled Solomon in for a long kiss, and letting go when he looked flustered and was smiling like an idiot, "Oh- uh..."

"Now!" One second, Red held his face in his hands, and the very next, he scooped up Usol and rocketed into the evening sky with a single beat of his wings, maniacally laughing.

He just stared as the two of them soared high above all else. "Red... you sly bastard...!" He shouted out as he spread his own wings, going after them.

"Victory for us...!" Usol cheered just over Red's laughter, "Wait... I think you dropped the cake you just got..."

Red just shrugged, leaves blowing past him in the breeze, "Eh, doesn't matter. What does, is the ferris wheel!"

"Yeah! We're kings of the fair!- Whoa!-"

Suddenly, Red recoiled back, protectively holding Usol close as a bright light soared up just a few feet before them.

The Hellbeast watched as the firecracker soared higher and and higher, then went off in multicolored sparkles. He faintly heard the monster below, who set it off, yelling at them.

"What was that?"

"A firecracker... must be testing them..."

"Red! Don't fly here!" He turned around, facing Solomon, who now circled around them. "They test the fireworks around this time!"

"That's stupid, it's not dark enough for that yet!"

He was about to respond but looked annoyed for a second, then yelled down to somebody, "I'm working on it, pal!" He sighed, turning to Red again, who bolted past him.

"Catch us if you can...!" He shouted out, laughing to himself over Usol's own cheering. Solomon watched as the Hellbeast weaved between fireworks with ease, like is was a game of some kind.

A mischievous smile spread across his face.

Why not just play along, just for now?

"Alright then... here I... come!" And with that, Solomon rocketed into the air, flipping around and soaring towards them.

Narrowly avoiding the flying fireworks and laughing as sparks surrounded him. Usol and Red began laughing even more now that he was playing along.

"Better watch out, cause player three's joined the game!"

"Look out from behind!" Usol shouted, just as Red dove out of Solomon's way. "Do a barrel roll!"

Red blinked. "A what?"

"A barrel roll! You don't know what that is?"

"Aw c'mon Red! You can do better than that!" Solomon's voice echoed, just as he spun higher into the air.

The Hellbeast only laughed to himself, "Hold on tight!" He called out, soaring higher to join Solomon.

"Barrel roll! Barrel roll! Barrel roll!"

Solomon laughed in absolute glee as he tore through the winds, spinning rapidly as he dove, the sparks only making it more exhilarating.

Usol laughed and cheered once Red tucked his wings in and began to dive, spreading them out as he spun about.

"Barrel roooolllllllll!"

Red only laughed as the kid's cheering got louder, before dying down just as he'd circled the ferris wheel and carefully landed onto one of the pods.

He glanced at Usol, concerned, "Are you alright?"

"Very... dizzy... hehehe..." Just to be safe, he held onto him until his dizziness disappeared.

"Look out below...!"

The pod swung and shook as Solomon landed on his feet, laughing to himself. "Guess who got cotton candy? And some cool shades!" Kneling down, he handed one to Usol as he jumped out of Red's arms.

He gladly handed the other to Red, who quickly took it, before sitting down and Usol following suit.

"Cotton candy!" Usol cheered, waving it in the air, "Thank you!"

Solomon smiled, sitting beside the small monster, "Ah, no problem kiddo!" He patted him on the head.

"You didn't get any for yourself?"

"Nah, but I got a popsicle! That's just as cool!" He flipped the shades over his eyes, sticking the popsicle in his mouth.

Usol only giggled in response, swinging his legs as the ferris wheel slowly lifted them higher into the sky, where the sun had already set.

"Get ready..."

For a second, he was confused. Then Red pointed at the sky. He stopped and stared, waiting.

He saw as stars shone through the parting clouds as they all watched fireworks of all colors tear through the air. Sparks and lights making the fair a greater spectacle than before, enveloping everything in light.

It really was a great day, chaos and all.

[destinygoldenstar]

Here is a very random pet peeve I have with Ninjago:

Why did we not get a Jay & Nya wedding?!

Like, March of the Oni he proposed to her and everything. Then we DON'T get a wedding? How does that work?!

I understand like Skybound trauma or something, so they might want something private, but they never address that.

It would be SO WHOLESOME.

Why did we not get a Jay & Nya wedding?!

I think I kinda know why. The Wildbrain era wanted to tonally de-age the ninja back into teenagers. And two ninja getting married would be not doing that.

This kinda goes for the posts I spoke about Secrets of the Forbidden Spinjitsu where I talked about my big change being that there was NO reverting back into teenagers, and instead it was a continuation of their transition into adulthood.

Have the premiere of the season BE their wedding! It would be so adorable and a fresh change of pace!

Like have Jay wake up Zane (from that Aspheera/Ice Emperor nightmare) in a panic about his hair for this big day, have Zane help him out and try to calm Jay down because Jay would be such a nervous/excited wreck. (And have Zane's calming attempts fail miserably. It would be funny and both play into what I said in other posts)

Have Nya be hesitant about wearing a wedding dress due to Skybound trauma. Lloyd could be there and she could talk to him about it, but be vague cause he wouldn't remember Skybound. Like, "I'm worried that I won't get a say in something if I say the words, like I want this, but what if it all went horribly wrong? The greatest love stories always end in tragedy and... I don't want that to be the case for me."

(Which, you know, would be FORESHADOWING)

And Lloyd could be unsure what to say (because Harumi trauma) but still encourage her that nothing HAS to end horribly. They've been dating for years, and they know they can trust that Jay wouldn't hurt her. She wouldn't hurt him. That's the beauty of a relationship, that you can trust them. It's a dynamic they both want. Even if something bad were to happen, her family would always be there. (Insert surrogate siblings hug)

But also it'd make them both realize that Kai is not here when he should be.

He's downtown. He's trying to pick up a wedding gift for his sister. It is taking FOREVER. It's driving him nuts because impatient hothead. Eventually he just snaps when the shopkeeper says it's not done being cooked. In my head he just snatches it, sets fire on it, throws it in the box, and runs out of the shop, throwing money at them on the way out. The whole time, he's just trying to run to the monastery for the wedding, with SO MANY setbacks on the way. (Take Across the Spiderverse with Miles trying to get to his parents party with that cake, kinda what I picture)

Cole and Wu could be on catering, they could talk about Wu being freshly retired and Cole getting into the baking business. (And we could have a running joke about Cole trying to sneak in a bite of cake and someone slapping him away.)

Nya & P.I.X.A.L could have some gal talk when getting ready and the droid gal could be encouraging. (I feel like since the Oni Trilogy, Nya's been getting more comfortable with being feminine, and I'm all here for that, I think that's really cute development. She could be so against this girly talk but then she tries it here and actually likes it)

Ed and Edna being SO overbearing in the wedding. Just smothering all over their son and their new daughter in law.

Have Wu give their blessing, trying to comfort a still nervous Jay, and Jay could just have all those nerves vanish when Nya comes out.

All ninja but Kai are there because First Spinjitsu Master does not want him to be at his sister's wedding. And you could have whoever else you want there.

Have them have a happier stress-free re-phrase of their confessions in Skybound. Nya could talk about how she didn't have a lot of friends as a kid and knew nothing about love or relationships, but Jay was the one person she let into her heart, and despite her fears and insecurities in the past about herself, she knew she wanted him to be the one. She felt free with him, she felt free to have a voice and say she wanted to be with him for as long as she possibly could. That's her wish this day. Jay could talk about how he was always looking for bright opportunities for himself, but the brightest he could ever have was her, a courageous strong willed smart beautiful amazing girl loving him back and seeing him as he was as the best version of himself. That told him well enough that this was love.

(I imagine Cole is the crier because that just seems like fitting characterization to me)

"I now pronounce you yin and yang-"

And just don't have Wu finish the phrase because one of them just jumps on the other in adrenaline and excitement.

The after party Ed and Edna are, again, smothering all over the couple. Cole just loads up with cake (that only he touches because he made it and he's a bad cook). Zane and P.I.X.A.L could be dancing, everyone's having a good time...

And then FINALLY Kai shows up, busts open the monastery doors, and stands there panting and a wreck. He stops the whole party and everyone just stares at him like "what?"

Nya would proceed to yell at him for BEING LATE TO HIS OWN SISTER'S WEDDING, and they could argue about what happened because they're both stubborn like that.

And the wedding gift Kai got for her? It's charred up. Because he burned it with his fire and didn't let the shopkeeper take care of it.

But he had something else he picked up along the way, which was something from their childhood that Nya liked (you can decide what). And like that Nya's anger drops and he thanks him for it.

And Kai did not get Jay any wedding gifts because 'screw my in law'

Jay calling this out prompts him to dance with Nya, she obliges, and the little sibling moment is kinda ruined, leaving Kai in the dust. (Again, my other posts where I said Kai would be trying to keep things the same)

And Lloyd was by himself, sitting in a corner minding his own business. He's happy for them, but he also has a hard time being comfortable because of what happened with him and Harumi. So he's trying to distract himself with looking through some job opportunities in some newspapers. He can't find any. Kai could find him, surrogate brothers moment, he could notice Lloyd looking for crime on the newspaper, and because this is post the Oni Trilogy, crime has slowed down, and this is supposedly their happy ending. You know, 'and they got married and lived happily ever after' and all that. But Kai, not accepting that, kinda butts in and agrees to take Lloyd out to town tomorrow morning to go look for crime to stop, just like old times. And Lloyd would go along with it cause 'well I'm a seventeen year old and past due with getting a job'

(And Zane decides to go with them because he's in the same boat as Kai, so technically it's just Kai, Lloyd, & Zane running around looking for crime to stop rather than the whole team. The other three still go to the pyramid though.)

That's my dream reality of s11's premiere anyway.

But even if that wasn't the case, I have to ask cause it bugs me,

Why did we not get a Jay & Nya wedding?!

There you go, that's my content for Jaya week. It doesn't fit any of the bullet points for the week but oh well.

[sarcasticsciencefictionwriter]

Teslen and the cliché coffee shop au. :)

Nikola just wanted a blasted cup of coffee. That was all.

He didn't want to wait in lines that were too long for the quality of the coffee, he didn't want to have seasonal flavors shoved into his face. He just wanted a hot drink that contained plenty of caffeine.

He should have made it at home. He would have made it at home, if he hadn't ran out during the long night he had pulled before crashing for a few hours, getting ready, and rushing out.

Nikola turned his back on the bustling over-hyped chain coffee shop and found a smaller one, more...homely looking.

It had the air of a building that had been there for a long time, quietly continuing on despite the bustle around it. But the chalkboard outside stated that it had coffee, tea, and pastry selections.

Nikola pushed open the door and was greeted with the heady scent of coffee, teas, and baked goods, but not in an overwhelming way. Just strong enough to truly entice.

The shop itself was....charming came to mind, but that wasn't quite right.

Dark woods, plenty of cozy spots to sit and drink your beverage, artwork hung on goldish-cream walls, a shelf of books that said 'Take One, Leave One'.

Despite the number of people occupying the shop, it wasn't too loud or too crowded and there wasn't a long line as Nikola walked towards the counter.

Only two people were behind the counter, but the smells drifting from the door that presumably led to the kitchen indicated that there were more people at work there.

The woman was standing at the register when Nikola got there.

"Welcome to The Sanctuary." she greeted in a lilting British accent.

"Coffee, black, largest cup you have. To go." he said, digging in his pocket for money and not looking up.

He didn't care if it was plain and bitter, he just wanted the caffeine at this point.

The woman made a sound at his order and he looked up at her, meeting blue eyes that looked slightly amused, but it was hard to tell.

"What?" he asked.

"I was impressed with you until that order." she answered, picking up a large cup and pulling a marker out of her pocket.

"Because I want it plain?"

"Because you ordered coffee."

Nikola gave her a look.

"You run a coffee shop."

"I run a tea shop that serves coffee." she corrected, the distinction apparently incredibly important from her tone.

"Why do you care? I'm giving you money."

"We're not one of those big chain shops, Mister...?"

She let the question hang, marker poised on the cup, which Nikola noticed was some sort of paper and not plastic.

"Tesla."

She scribbled his name, told him the price, and walked over to the coffee maker that did, indeed, look like an afterthought to the shop and not the main focus of the business.

Nikola dropped his money on the counter and leaned against it to watch her as she pressed some buttons.

"What does that have to do with anything?"

"We take a bigger interest in our customers than being given money in exchange for below-standard beverages."

"That means you judge their orders?"

"It means we want to give them something they will enjoy, something to brighten their day, not an over-priced shot of caffeine."

Had she read his mind? Nikola just had to stare as the machine kicked into gear and coffee started to fill the empty pot.

She poured it, snapped a lid on, and put a cardboard sleeve around the cup. Nikola wondered why she had written his name when she had been holding it the whole time and he was the only one standing at her end of the counter.

"Careful. It's hot." she said, handing it to him.

Nikola took it, his eyes falling to where a nametag should have been pinned to her apron, but there wasn't one. He stared at this, thinking it was odd, then looked back up to see her smirk and realize that it looked like he had been ogling her chest.

"Helen." she said, making change.

"Well, Helen. Why does a barista care what I drink?"

"Baristas are expresso 'artists' and you won't find them here, Mr. Tesla. And I believe the woman who owns the shop and has a certain intention may care about that intention being carried out."

Nikola just stared at her, the fact that he needed to get to work far in the back of his mind at this point.

She flashed him a smile that he automatically returned, because there was something about it that his brain immediately responded to.

"So, what would you recommend for my enjoyment?"

"One of our black tea blends. Though I'm not certain which one just yet. Perhaps one of the Earl Greys."

"Hmm."

Nikola did enjoy black tea. And he was finding himself intrigued by this woman.

Someone behind Nikola cleared their throat, making him realize that a few people had come in while they had been talking.

"Well." He straightened. "I suppose I'll have to come back later and try your black tea blend."

Helen smiled again, lowering her eyes for a moment as she closed the register and wiped her hands on a cloth.

"I'm looking forward to it, Mr. Tesla." she said, meeting his gaze as she raised her eyes again.

He had the pleasant feeling that she actually meant it.

Nikola gave her one last smile before he took his coffee and headed out of the shop.

On the sidewalk, he studied The Sanctuary for a moment before turning and walking away.

Yes, he would definitely come back and not just for the tea.

[itaehynz]

INFRUNAMI !

THIRTY • WE DID IT

★ wc: 3.5k words!

☆ warning(s): fluff, kisses (small pecks & stuff), tears may fall.

STILL ON THE PHONE WITH CHAEYOUNG, you continuously talk about what you plan on wearing tomorrow for your "date" with yeonjun. she's been saying yes to every outfit that you've showed but only one really stood out to her. as you notice how she reacted once you tried on that one, you carefully ask "do you think i should wear this one?", she stares back at you through her camera with the hugest grin on her face. "you most definitely SHOULD wear that", she says making sure her liking for the outfit is clear as day.

"okay, i'm gonna go with this one then," you say before huffing slightly as a joke. chaeyoung begins clapping & whistling as if you were one of her favorite performers singing her favorite song. you giggle at her reaction finding it funny how she's way more excited over this date than you are.

you grab a couple of clothing hangers before hanging your clothes on your closet door making sure you know exactly where your outfit is once you wake up. you begin to straighten out your bed & start walking out your room to the bathroom to go brush your teeth & prepare yourself for bed.

"chae, do you think yeonjun'll ask me to be his partner?" you say with utmost curiosity in your tone. chaeyoung hums slightly before saying, "i honestly don't know, you know yeonjun better than me, but the only thing i can really promise you is that when he's ready to ask you he most definitely will."

you smile a little but quickly stop smiling as you grab your phone & walk back into your room. you began to make yourself comfortable and ready for bed before telling chaeyoung that you're beginning to feel a little bit tired. she hums once again & tells you that you can go to sleep but make sure to call her in the morning before getting ready for your "date".

you start to bid her a goodnight while you both begin saying your 'i love you's' & 'sleep well's' before hanging up the phone, putting it on the charger & setting an alarm before drifting off to sleep for the day you have ahead of you.

—

(12:00pm)

waking up to the sound of an alarm blaring in your ears at 12:00pm is not the best thing in the world, but atleast you're seeing yeonjun today. you take your time waking up because yeonjun said he's picking you up around six thirty, which gives you just enough time to make yourself look your absolute best. you walk to your kitchen to grab something small to eat whilst you watch a little bit of the newest season of 'alice in borderland'.

midway through the first episode, you reach for your phone to call chaeyoung like she had asked of you. you open your contacts to press her number & set up your phone on the coffee table carefully. while watching it ring you start to think that she might still be asleep, but knowing her she most definitely is asleep.

but, even though chaeyoung is someone who LOVES sleep… she does also enjoy going out & hanging out with her peers for a while, which is why she loves the quote, 'we're here for a good time, not a long time.'

as you're processing your thoughts, chaeyoung finally picks up the phone. speaking in her always cool & casual tone, she says to you "hey hey yn! how'd you sleep bae?". you automatically snap out of your thoughts once you hear the sound of chaeyoung. you smile at her, "hiii chae, i slept well thank you for asking bae bae, i'm a little nervous for today though..." you say before your smile slowly starts fading away & having a face slight sadness take over your previously carefree expression.

chaeyoung sighs and starts to think about what she can possibly be said to you without being too harsh or careless, "ynnnn, please stop worrying about later on, it's all gonna go well. i can promise you that, take deep breaths & release yourself of all tension within you before leaving your house okay? everything will be fiiiiine~" she says with a genuine smile which makes you smile.

chaeyoung is one of the main people that looks out for you, making sure you're always okay when you start getting a little anxious, like right now. you've always loved her for that. chaeyoung laughs a little when she sees your goofy smile & you start laughing as well.

it's been a couple hours into the call & it's seeming to be around the time you need to start getting ready. you begin walking upstairs to the bathroom outside of your room to brush your teeth, maybe do your makeup and whatever else you need to. chaeyoung's making herself lunch & you ask her what she plans on making, "a small salad with a sandwich— i'm not too hungry as of right now but i just wanna eat something so i don't starve, you know?", she says as you respond to her with a slight hum and go back to rinsing your face.

—

( 5:23pm )

chaeyoung's already finished her sandwich & you've finished putting everything on, as of now you're just adding some finishing touches, making sure everything's good. you ask chae if you look okay and which she obviously says yes to how nice to you look.

you're sitting in your living room watching ep3 of 'alice in borderland' as you receive a message from yeonjun. your eyes slowly skim over the message which says,

jun! 🫧: is it okay if i pick you up sooner? i had everything prepared faster than i expected 😭

you smile at that & respond back quickly.

yn: yes ofc, no worries i'm ready anyway!

he hearts your message before typing back & saying,

jun! 🫧: okay great i'll be there at 5:40? is that okay?

yn: yes that's fine, i'll be right here waiting for you 🤗

you type back before placing down your phone & smiling to yourself.

"why're you smiliiiing, was it yeonjun?" chaeyoung says with a smirk on her face. "how did you know it was him what the hell," "c'mon who are you talking to you right now, yn?" "you're right" you say before laughing slightly. "he said he'll pick me up at 5:40," you say while checking the time, reading 5:38. "soooo, he should actually be here in a few?" chae says with a slight smile on her face. "yeah he'll be pulling in front in a littl—" you say before getting cut off by the honk of a car outside of your house, which is who you're expecting— yeonjun.

"OH, hang up the phone yn & go hang out with your future boyfriend, i'll talk to you later!", chaeyoung says while smirking and raising her eyebrows at you. "okaaaay, i'll talk to you later chaeeee", you say before hanging up and grabbing your coat to leave the house.

once your coat's on, you make sure to go turn off all of the lights & begin taking your leave to go to yeonjun's car.

as you walk out your house, you see yeonjun roll down the passenger's seat window waving at you with a huge smile on his face. you wave back with a smile & open the passenger's seat door before quickly getting in. you both reach out to hug each other before yeonjun locks the car & begins driving off to your awaited destination.

—

after around 40-45 minutes, you've arrived at the very long awaited location & see that it's a little cottage with fairy lights and flowers decorating the outside. yeonjun comes around the car to open the door for you and you step out of the car in pure awe. you cannot believe what you're seeing. 'yeonjun really showed out, oh my gosh' you think to yourself before you look over at yeonjun with your lips slightly parted & wide eyes.

you look back over to the cottage before saying, "yeonjun, this is... wow". he slightly chuckles at your reaction, "is that a good wow or a bad wow?" "don't be stupid." you say with a slightly serious expression. "of course it's a good wow yeonjun, this is beautiful." "ohhh okay, now let's go inside before the food gets cold!" he says to you before grabbing your hand and starts running toward the cottage while dragging you along with him.

if you thought the outside of the cottage was beautiful, you should've seen the inside. the wall was decorated with the polaroids of you guys together that your mothers have taken throughout your childhood years, more fairy lights on the inside, a picnic blanket laid down with a wooden picnic basket sitting on it & to top it all off, cute little fake candles. yeonjun made everything so beautiful, it can't help but bring you to the question, 'will i be his partner by the end of tonight?'... and the answer to your question will be unknown until the end of this night.

you and yeonjun have now fully walked in the cottage. you both choose to sit across from each other and start talking a little. you notice that there's a small bag next to him & can't help but ask him what's in it, "it's some games that we can play if you want to! i figured you wouldn't wanna start eating immediately so i brought some stuff for us to do just in case," he says. you flash him a gentle smile before saying you'd love to play games as he picks up the bag & hooks up a nintendo switch to the tv you didn't even know was there. "since when did you have a switch?" "oh it's not my mine it's beomgyu's, he left it at my house when he came over & i just thought, 'hey why not use this for tomorrow?'" he says before chuckling slightly. you laugh along with him & watch him as you finishes plugging and hooking up the wires to get everything together.

once he finishes hooking up everything he asks you to hand him the mario kart game card & hands you a controller. he takes a controller for himself and starts up the game, you watch as he goes straight into the character choosing menu & tells you to pick one and the vehicle you want to use. "i'm gonna beat you yn," "no you're not, i'm actually really good at this game" you say before playfully rolling your eyes & batting your lashes. he smiles at that and starts choosing the maps so you guys can get started.

-

the first three rounds are over & it's officially the last round. you've came in 2nd place the past three rounds and now you're determined to win the last round to prove to yeonjun that you're 'the best' at this game. the fourth & final round starts with a countdown which has you picking up your acceleration so you can be in front of yeonjun right when the game starts.

you're dodging every obstacle & making sure to pick up power-ups every chance you get, meanwhile yeonjun picks up a shell & launches it at you. you stare at the screen in shock as you watch him hit you & take your first place spot away. now you're on the edge of your seat waiting for the perfect moment to use your shell, you end up right behind him and take the chance to throw the shell at him. with such ease, you've successfully hit him which leaves HIM in shock. you start laughing and pass the 2nd finish line which brings you the third & final lap.

'you're almost there' you think to yourself but before you can finish collecting your thoughts, yeonjun hits you with a shell once again & takes your first place spot once again. you're not even shocked at this point, you knew he was good at the game & he told you that himself! with how hard you're pressing on the acceleration button, you're almost 100% sure that when you finish there will be a small dent in your finger.

you're officially nearing the last finish line which means the lap will finish & you'll lose to yeonjun in second place AGAIN. you're not letting that happen, so right when he's about to hit the finish line... you hit him with a shell, which leaves him in shock once again. you watch as his character spins around a couple time & you officially pass the finish line. with how much happiness this last game has brought you, you can't but get up and do a little victory dance.

"UH HUUUUUH, I BEAT YOU, YOU LOST AND I WON." you say while spinning in a circle doing your little dance. he claps for you & laughs at how funny you look while dancing, "ok ok, i'll admit that you're pretty good but don't forget how i beat you three times in a row before you got first place", he says before cackling like a witch.

you stop dancing & slowly turn to look at him, he's smiling at you. you've seen that smile before, it's not just any random smile showing that he thinks you're funny... it's a genuine smile. a smile that only someone who's deeply in love with you would have. you can't help but get a little shy & look away with a shy smile on your face, "are you ready to eat now?" yeonjun asks you while still smiling. "yeah i'm a little hungry now" you say while still looking away, he says okay & asks if you'd like any sauces with your food. you say yes & ask him if he could add them on top for you, he nods his head softly before going to the back and add the sauce, which is what you're assuming.

he comes back out with three closed trays of your food & he hands them off to you. just as you're about to open it, he stops you? "don't open it yet, let me put something on first and then we can start eating together, is that okay?", you nod before he walks over to the tv & switches the hdmi to regular tv and uses the remote to go over to netflix. "you've started watching the new season of 'aib' right? what episode did you get up to?" "the third one," "okay great me too, i'll put that on and then we can start eating!" he says while you nod your head in agreement.

once he puts on the show, he takes his seat back in his spot across from you. you begin to open your first tray & see words written in sauce saying 'will u',

you're slightly confused so you look up at yeonjun to see him staring at the screen with his chopsticks in hand. you begin to open the next tray as you feel obligated to, and to your surprise it also has words written out in sauce, but this one says 'be my'.

you're starting to put the pieces together as your eyes begin to widen before you quickly open the next tray to see that it says, 'my partner?'— as if on cue, yeonjun sighs & calls your name in a slight whisper but it's still loud enough for you to hear. you slowly look up at him with curious eyes as he says that he has something to tell you. you nod your head before putting all your focus on him.

"i've been in love with you for the longest. i've been a little bad at hiding it lately but that's because i wanted to make sure you'd get a slight hint? moving on, ever since you've moved in down the street from me— i've been crushing on you since then. i've been crushing on the way you talk, your energy, your confidence, your beauty, your flaws, just everything about you in general. but the thing is, you have no flaws- everything about you is perfect. to me. you're the most amazing person i've ever met & i've been waiting to do this for the longest but i was scared. scared that you wouldn't like me back, scared of rejection. it's took a lot in me to even talk to you sometimes because of how nervous i was. but i'm ready now... ready to be the best boyfriend to you, ready to continue being your bestfriend while being your boyfriend at the same time, ready to take you out on REAL dates & make you feel comfortable in your own skin. so this brings me to the question i've been scared to ask since day one— will you be my partner? it would make me the happiest man alive to have you as mine & just be yours."

oh my, he just confessed his true feelings to you and said that he's been in love with you since the day he'd met you.

"yeonjun... i'd be HONORED to have you as my boyfriend. you are the sweetest person i've EVER met and i've been in love with everything about you since the day i had met you as well. if anything, i'd be the happiest person alive to have YOU as mine... and, i'm super sorry for not realizing my feelings sooner— i was in denial for so long because i'd never think that somebody as amazing as you would like me. but i guess i was wrong... i truly admire you & the way you do things... you're so perfect & i'm truly glad i met you, so yes. i'd love to be your partner— no hesitation."

you say as you go in to hug him. he wraps his arms tightly around your waist and pecks a kiss slightly on the left side of your neck. you continue to hug him as you bury your face into his neck and whisper the words, "i love you". he smiles against your neck & says "i love you so much more yn".

you're definitely gonna be staying like that for a while.

—

you both are cuddled up in each other's arms as you both stare at the tv screen. you're laying your head on yeonjun's shoulder & he's laying his head on top of yours. you both have finished your food & it's starting to get a little late. yeonjun pauses the show, "do you wanna start going home & i'll come over tomorrow so we can pick up where we left off?" "yes please do," you say as yeonjun nods & begins picking up the empty food trays to throw them away.

you start to move the picnic basket & begin folding the picnic blanket and turning off the tv. you walk back near the door with the basket in hand to grab your coat & put on your shoes as yeonjun comes back and does the same. he begins to smile at you & you smile back and give him a peck on the lips. "let's go jun, it's really getting late" "okay love," he says as he unplugs the fairy lights and opens the door for you before grabbing your hand and quickly rushing back to his car.

he opens the passenger's door for you and closes it behind you as soon as you're in. he starts the car & turns on the heat before pulling out of his parking spot slowly to start the ride back home.

—

yeonjun starts slowing down a bit as he begins to pull in front of your house. after he stops the car, he taps you lightly to wake you up from the nap you had taken. you slowly open your eyes slowly and look around to see where, once you realize that you’re home you say, “oh”. you look over at yeonjun and sees him staring at you with a fond smile, you start to blush a little which makes you look away. he laughs at that & starts unbuckling his seatbelt “cmon, i’ll walk you to the front!” he says as you begin to smile at how generous he is.

he’s watching you unlock the door & once you do, he looks back up at you. you do the same. he flashes a smile at you, you flash one back. “i’ll see you tomorrow okay?” “okay. i love you” “i love you too,” he says before pressing quick peck on your lips. as he pulls away from you, you can’t help but smile. he gets back into his car and waves at you through the passenger’s seat window, “bye bye jun!” “bye my love!” he says before slowly pulling off.

you walk back into your house & take off your shoes to lay down on your couch for a second and just think about how today went. you start smiling to yourself at the thought of how yeonjun asked you to be his partner & how sincere he was when confessing. you begin to blush and start kicking your feet slightly, “HE ASKED ME OUTTTTT” you say before giggling really loudly.

your giggling stops a little & you let out a little content sigh… you begin thinking to yourself, ‘he asked me out.’ and just as you finish processing your thoughts— you start giggling uncontrollably again…

what a wonderful way to start your christmas break right?

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★ author note(s): cannot believe this is the final chapter. i’ve had so much fun making this whole story 🥹🥹

[symbioticsimplicity]

I just remembered Billy Hargrove existed and I'm about to make it everyone's problem.

Okay, so first of all, I've only seen like bits and pieces of season 2 and none of season 1 so if I get things wrong, that's why. (I'll fix it eventually when I'm less sick and miserable.)

But Billy struck me as a lot of wasted potential. He was a foil for Steve, I get that, but I feel like they could have kept that up while still bringing him back around instead of killing him off.

Like yeah, he's got anger issues like a motherfucker, but they could have kept that while just giving him something to take it out on. Give me this big, pretty, asshole seeing his sister in danger (the sister he claims not to like and isn't very good to) from a nightmare monster, realizing his endless reserves of rage could save a life instead of take one.

Give the Party a goddamn berserker.

Like sure, he's not soft and motherly like Steve and none of them would ever go to him for life advice, but hes sure as shit made sure they didn't die often enough for them to at least tollerate him. Maybe he's even maimed a monster in a cool enough way for one of the kids to give him props for it. Imagine if that was the first time someone told him he'd done something worth being proud of.

The praise becomes the thing he lives for, even if its from a bunch of dumb kids. The kids who are all a lot smarter than anyone really wants them to be, who take notice of this. So they start praising him more.

They might not know what happens to him at home, but they know that kind of rage doesn't come from nowhere. Or, most of them don't know. Will and Jonathan who both survived an abusive father, clock him immediately.

Billy doesn't take kindly to pity though and he's too hurt and raw to really get close to. So they don't address it directly, they just keep giving him what they can and he keeps protecting them when its go time.

Billy and Steve have probably the weirdest relationship out of all of them. Steve is too mouthy to keep all of his thoughts to himself and he won't just let Billy be mean to the kids either. They nearly get into it whenever they're nearby each other if there isn't an immediate threat. Billy thinks Steve is spoiled and too soft and will take any excuse to throw hands with him. They're a mess.

It becomes common Party knowledge not to leave them alone together, which works right up until they get stuck together during a plan gone wrong.

They bitch at each other the whole time because it isnt the time or place to fist fight. Some harsh words get thrown around until a dig hits a little too close to home and forces some emotional honest out of Steve first. He snaps about how his life isn't the happy place people assume it should be, would he even be here if it was? He rants about how the only truly good thing he has going for him, the only real love he gets, is from those kids. That’s why he's still there, why he always will be, and why he'd die to protect them.

And Billy who's slowly been tamed down by their kindness and weird affection, he gets that at least. He doesn't say it, can't, his throat closes up whenever a real feeling comes over him, but he gets it.

After that he's not as hostile as he used to be. He's still sharp around the edges and he's still hurt, but he doesn’t want to cut every single person who touches him.

By the time season 3 comes around, he's the Party's big attack dog. Can be pet only by Party members and if anyone so much as looks at them wrong, he's ready to throw down.

He makes an effort with Max too. Tries to be more like a brother, and he finds out that he actually likes Max beneath the resentment for their circumstances. He figures out he wasn't really mad at her, but everything else. They bond over surprisingly similar interests and personalities. He loves her sharp wit and envies her ability to say things that could turn a person to ash on the spot. She's kind of a bitch and he can respect that.

When he gets possessed, the Party focus more on fixing him than just defeating him. El uses their own connection to help lend Billy the strength to fight back when she goes into his mind. He remembers that his life isn't a hopeless void anymore, that he has people to protect, people hes come to love as loathe as he is to admit it.

He fights with everything he has and frees himself from possession. It was hard on him and he passes out, spends a few days in the hospital unconscious, but he pulls through.

The kids are there to meet him when he wakes up. Max cries and hugs him and for the first time he feels like maybe he's worth a shit, like maybe he's worth loving.

[jbreenr]

𝐅𝐨𝐫 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐓𝐡𝐫𝐢𝐥𝐥

Pairing: Ransom Drysdale × Reader

Summary: You wanted to meet Ransom's family, he wanted to make sure you'd never want it again.

Word count: 3k.

Warning: Poorly written smut (+18 only, please), public sex (prompt 11), fingering, unprotected sex (don't do that, kids. be responsible), a bit of dirty talk, the Thrombeys being the Thrombeys. And I think that's it.

A/N: So, after finding out one of my stories was stolen an translated in Wattpad, I did not know if I should post this just yet but, what the hell? Let's do it. Anyway, this is for @stargazingfangirl18 and @navybrat817 's Shameless Hoes for Chris Challenge so, happy belated birthday! Yaaay. 🥳 Hope you like this at least a little and that it's not as bad as my paranoid brain thinks it is. Also, I just love how the prompts fit perfectly together, don't you? As always, lack of vocabulary and grammatical mistakes abound. *apologizes in español*

Wheel results (just attaching evidence):

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Draining, tedious, exasperating. Those were some of the adjectives Ransom associated with Thrombey family reunions. He'd arrive late, have some sort of conversation with his grandfather and leave early to do whatever that took him away from that big house.

Today though, he had a reason to stay for more than half an hour.

If it was up to him, you two would have stayed at home, happy, relaxed, and most importantly, naked in his bed, having a more pleasant time than the one you were most likely about to have. 

He tried to persuade you. Of course he did! But your insistence and puppy eyes made it impossible for him to say no to your request. 

So, here you were, getting out of his car, cake in sweaty hands and an excited smile on your lips, an expression so different from Ransom's, who seemed to be ready to get back behind the wheel and drive straight to Canada.

He didn't knock; he simply opened the door and held it for you to enter. If the three floor house was imposing from the outside, you felt impressed by the inside. Extravagant sculptures, apparently expensive paintings and other kinds of pieces of art were scattered everywhere, telling you just how wealthy and eccentric Ransom's family were. 

“That's Harlan Thrombey! ” You exclaimed as you stood in front of the portrait of your forever favorite author holding a knife and a book.

“So?” Ransom asked, unconcerned.

You turned to him open-mouthed, the cake almost slipping off your palms as you went to playfully slap him in the arm.

“How come you are related to Harlan Thrombey and you didn't tell me?” Your question was more of a shock than an accusation.

The carefree gesture he did with his shoulders only accentuated his next words. “I did not think you would be interested in knowing.”

“I wouldn’t be interested?” Incredulity, flowing out of your lips. “He’s the best thriller author of all time! He’s like today’s Edgar Allan Poe!”

To say that you didn't believe him was an understatement. He knew for a fact that you liked Harlan Thrombey's books, just taking a look at the bookshelf in your apartment was proof enough of that.

“We call him grandpa here.” Said a femenine voice. A brunette walked in your direction, her pretty features hardening as she looked at your boyfriend. “Don't we, Hugh?”

He seemed to be ready to say something but decided not to. Instead he inhaled and placed his hand on your back.

“This is Y/N, the only reason I’m not telling you what you need to hear right now.”

Her eyes rolled in irritation and then turned to you. “I’m Meg. Let's introduce you to the rest of the family, shall we?.” And she dragged you to the room where more people were gathered together, discussing something, not before sending a deadly glare at Ransom.

Given the distance between you and him, you didn't listen to the heavy sigh he let out before waking behind.

“Everyone!” Meg called, making everyone leave whatever they were doing to look at her –and you, in consequence. “Meet Y/N, Hugh's new friend.” She then proceeded to introduce every single member of the family, including the housekeeper and the nurse, except for the grandfather, who apparently had a moment of inspiration and left them momentarily to put his ideas on paper.

None of them left their seat to go and shake your hand except for Meg's energetic mom, who hugged you and expressed how much she loved your coat even though it was soooo last season.

Sitting on a couch next to Ransom, you half expected someone to ask you about how you two met or how long had you been dating or what was it that you did for a living. Nothing. As fast as their attention was on you, it fell from you to their previous discussion.

You now understood why Ransom jokingly suggested deep cleaning the house instead of attending that reunion.

What you weren't aware of, Ransom thought, was that all of them were behaving wonderfully compared to previous times.

You didn't know if you felt more disappointed or uncomfortable. Ransom had left your side to go to the studio for a second and you had barely had any interaction with his family. All of them, dipped in their own matters to even notice your presence. 

Fran, the housekeeper, was kind enough to take the cake to the kitchen and offer you a glass of water, but after giving it to you, she disappeared along with Meg and the nurse. 

“So,” All at once, the room went quiet as Ransom's uncle spoke. “Have you read any of dad's books, Y/N?” Only until you heard your name was that your head snapped up.

“Oh, uhm… yeah. I'm a big fan.” Taken by surprise, you simply answered.

“Really? Which one have you read?”

And to that question, you felt suddenly included in the conversation since you had knowledge of the topic.

“I'm like fifty pages from finishing 'The Needle Game' and intrigue is eating me alive.” As you heard the excitement in your voice, you tried to compose yourself and said “Though 'Nick Of Time' is my favorite.” You smiled at him, hoping that your answer was a good one.

The woman that was introduced to you as Ransom's mother nodded as she licked her lips. The light of the fireplace, reflecting on her glasses as she moved her head up and down.

“Have you read 'Ultimatum' or 'Drop In The Pocket', dear?” Her tone was curious, but the look on her face said differently.

You responded anyway. “They're not bad. I feel like the ending of 'Drop In The Pocket' was a little vague and out of line but it can always be interpreted as an open ending so…” The change in their expressions told you that you had to add something else to that answer. Maybe it was not time for literature humor yet. “But I enjoyed both.”

She hummed and took her drink, detaching from the talk that continued with courtesy questions until it morphed into a heated discussion between Ransom's father and uncle, who would repeatedly ask for your opinion to back up his own.

The discomfort you felt, dispelled to be replaced by the disturbance of being bombarded with dozens of questions at a time, each louder than the other until they changed to a completely different topic to which you were occasionally included as a neutral point of view.

“She knows what she's talking about!” Said Richard at some point when you confirmed one of his arguments. “Thank you, dear.”

Ransom came back from his obligatory argument with his grandfather to find you nowhere to be seen. 

“She's using the bathroom.” Informed Jacob, who did not take his eyes off of his cellphone. 

Thinking that you went there to hide, he started his way to your potential direction until an overheard observation from his mother stopped him halfway through. 

“… Did you hear how she talked about dad's work? Oh, I assure you she won't make it to next week with Ransom.”

Her and Richard's backs were to him, both of them unaware that their son was listening to their share of opinions.

“And did you see her hands?” Joni joined the criticism contest. “She could use some moisturizer, I tell you.”

As usual, they ignored her attempt to fit in and kept going.

“I know it's contradictory to say this,” Richard paused, as to make his point clear. “But he could do better.”

Despite their whispering, Ransom heard every single word and was glad that you were not there to see what was about to happen… 

Ransom's words stuck on his throat when he saw you making your way out of the bathroom, fixing the skirt of your dress, with such niceness and warmth directed to him as you smiled, oblivious to the fact that the people you were trying to get to like you weren't going to. 

His parents were right. He could do better. He could determine to not see them ever again and it would be the best thing to happen to him… Besides you, obviously.

“What's wrong?” Your concern was evident, just as his annoyance was undeniable.

Cold hands caressed his cheeks and Ransom thought of going back to Joni and tell her to fuck off. Your touch was soft, comforting, and gave him the greatest idea he'd ever had.

“I want to show you something.” Was his answer. It was better if you were the one who decided to never step on that house for the rest of your lives. It didn't matter if it was out of embarrassment.

Taking your hand in his, he guided you up the stairs to the first landing. The creaking sound of the old structure, probably alerting everyone in the other room that you were going to the next floor.

“Are you okay?” The sweet giggle that you let out when he abruptly stopped, almost making him feel bad about what he was seconds away from doing. 

“Better than ever.” And he stamped his lips to yours. 

Taken aback, it took you a second to respond. Hands on each side of his face as his own explored your body. When his fingers lifted your dress to caress your ass cheeks was when you ended the kiss. 

“What are you doing?” You asked in a breathless whisper. “Not that I'm complaining.”

You were cornered against the wall with Ransom towering in front of your smaller frame.

Trying to escape from whatever he had in mind was useless, you knew that much. Though, you were not sure if you really wanted to escape.

“What I've been wanting to do ever since you got a shower without me this morning.” His lips found your jaw and descended to your neck where he sucked to create a bruise. Your eyes closed to the sensation.

“Wait. No, wait.” His fingertip that had started rubbing your still clothed bud paused it's motions as his eyes focused back on your face. “We can't do it. Not here.”

Ransom's finger went back to work, bringing a soft moan that you tried to suppress. “Why not? No one's gonna come here.” His other hand moved up your thigh to lift it. “Even if they did, they wouldn't notice.”

With an expert swing of his wrist, he moved your panties aside, letting the cold air that wandered inside the house hit you before his skilled middle finger entered you while still managing to rub your clit in circles with his thumb.

Adrenaline ran through your veins, fuel activating every nerve in your body and shaking away fear from your brain, replacing it with lust and boldness.

“I'm blaming you if we get caught.” Your hips jolted forward wanting to feel more of his hand, the contradiction between your words and actions, making him smirk.

He added a second finger. Knuckles deep and his cold ring slowly warming against the inside of your thigh, he said, “I'll take responsibility, sweetheart.” Pumping his fingers in and out, he felt your slick running down the back of his hand to his wrist, wetting his overly expensive watch and the cuff of his cozy sweater .“But I can't assure you we won't get caught.”

His words, instead of working as a bucket of cold water as one would expect, increased your need to be touched by him, the yearning for him to take you right there and then. 

“Damn it, Ransom.” One of your hands flew to his shoulder to hold onto him for dear life. “I'm close.”

“You're not cumming unless I'm inside you, pretty thing.” At what point did he unfasten his belt and unzipped his trousers, you had no idea. The friction of his digits was gone in a second but the feeling of his already leaking tip rubbing against your most sensitive parts was enough to make you forget about those trifles.

Your lips opened, ready to tell him to keep his voice down when he suddenly thrusted home, stretching you out so deliciously that you had to cover your mouth to muffle the moan that threatened to inform everyone of your current activities.

Ransom's breathing hitched. Being inside you was a dream come true, feeling your walls enveloping his cock so fucking good… it was like you were made for each other, and he was going to prove it, even if his family didn't really get to know.

His hips started moving. Back and forth, back and forth. Delicately at first, letting you adjust to his size but the second he felt you throbbing around him, he increased the pace. Little by little his pounds gained power and energy.

Your whimpers –stuck in your throat, leaving only soft snuffles that crashed against Ransom's cheek, soon became more rapid, erratic and as his fingers dug in the flesh of your thigh to keep you still while he accommodated to go even deeper you heard a creaking noise.

Your boyfriend's blue eyes met yours, his movements never faltering despite the alert given by the dark wooden floor under your feet.

There was a conflict in your head, and Ransom could tell. The way you tightened and the pleading look on your face told different stories, yet Ransom knew they had the same ending.

Shaking your head, your eyes asked him not to do it, but you knew Ransom well enough to be sure that not even begging could stop him. 

“You love it, don't you?” His smile grew bigger as his change of position allowed him to hit your sweet spot on and on, ripping high pitched whines from you and obligating you to close your eyes. “The thought of getting caught. The image of someone seeing how good I make you feel.” The placement of his foot, making the landing creak repeatedly each time he pushed up accompanying every word. “Fuck, you're talking me so well. Such a dirty girl, uh.”

His big hand yanked the strap of your dress down, exposing your left boob. Your already hard nipple was soon attacked by Ransom's fingertips. He'd pinch and twist it slightly, just enough to make your back arch in search of his touch.

Pleasure was overflowing your senses, you could feel your heart thudding in your ears and your legs losing strength. Your hand left your mouth to grip at the back of Ransom's neck to keep you from falling.

The sight of your lower lip trapped between your teeth didn't please Ransom. In other circumstances, he would've let you stay that way, as quiet as possible so no one would walk on you. This time though, it was his intention to rip the most delicious sounds from your lips so you thought of the possibility of his family listening.

And so, he lent to kiss you, passion and desire transmitted through his breath. His tongue asked for a permission that was not really required, but as you let it in, Ransom took the opportunity to bite down your lip.

With your lips forcefully parted and Ransom's restless hand traveling back to your bundle, you had no other option than to moan with each quick circle his digits drew.

A series of laughs and undistinguished words were heard from a distance. Both Ransom and you turned to see what they were about, stopping in your tracks with him still buried deep inside your needy cunt.

“Guess dinner's ready.” Unbothered about the information he just gave, he hid his face in the crook of your neck and resumed his movements.

A shaky oh, fuck fell from your lips as you felt the familiar knot in your stomach forming. Your head flew back, hitting the wall with a soft thud. 

“Careful. We don't want to be obvious, do we?” You knew you were about to explode, and by the way your walls were clenching and your trembling body tried to separate from him, Ransom knew as well. “Let go, sweetheart.” A roar erupted from him as he felt you tightening around his length. “Cum for me.”

With a last, powerful thrust of his hips, you let out a silent scream. The coil snapped, making you see a kaleidoscope of colors behind your eyelids and listen to a loud ring in your ears. 

Ransom followed right after, cursing as he finished inside of you, coating you with every last drop and making sure everything would stay there.

He slid out, leaving you with a feeling of emptiness as he zipped his trousers and took a step back to let you fix your appearance.

You managed to accommodate your dress just in time for Ransom's family to walk out of the room they were in to see you. Your agitated breathing and blushed cheeks, getting everyone's attention. 

“Are you okay, dear?” Ransom's dad asked.

“She's fine.” Your boyfriend answered for you. “She's feeling a little sick. I better take her home.” He took you by the hand and helped you down the stairs to the door, which you thanked. Had he not done it, you would have tripped taking the first step.

“But she hasn't met grandpa yet.” Meg noted, furrowing her brows.

“It'll be next time.” And with that, Ransom took you out of the house and in the passenger seat of his car without giving anyone the chance to say goodbye.

When you were at a considerable distance, you sighed, letting out the air you didn't know you were holding.

“Just so you know, there won't be a next time.” You informed him, against your want to meet his grandfather.

“Why not?” He asked with a chuckle, already knowing the answer. 

“Cause embarrassment won't let me come back in the near future.”

Behind an eye roll and a tap on your thigh, Ransom hid the triumphant grimace his perfectly carried out plan gave him.

[bi-bard]

Milkshakes - Team Free Will Imagine (Supernatural)

Title: Milkshakes

Pairing: Team Free Will X Platonic!Fem!Reader (as put in the request)

Requested: @gabrielasilva1510

Word Count: 1,846 words

Warning(s): violence, death

Summary: [Early Season 11 (Before Episode 10)] Sam and Dean think that there's something that can be The Darkness. Castiel warns them but... who knows? Maybe God's ultimate weapon isn't as scary as it seems.

Author's Note: I used dodie for outfit inspiration because the outfit matched the vibe but change it if you want. I only used a female read because it's in the request and it helped with clarity because the whole imagine is in 3rd person (I do usually use they/them pronouns in my work). Finally, I thought the milkshake flavor sounded good, but you can change it in your mind if you want to.

Hey! I did a rewrite of the ending of Supernatural. It took a really long time to complete, so it would mean a lot to me if you check it out. Here’s a link! (it’s on my personal account)

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--Third Person P.O.V--

Sam was leaning over a lore book in the library. It was too early for him to be so focused on the book but he felt like he needed to. The Darkness being released was his fault, he needed to find a solution.

Dean walked in from the kitchen with a cup of coffee and was clearly still half-asleep. He sat across from his brother.

"What're you reading," Dean grumbled out in between sips of coffee.

"I found this book about the most powerful beings," Sam explained. "Most of them are just rumored to exist but I thought it'd give us a jumping-off point on where to find something to help us defeat Amara."

"Anything interesting," Dean asked.

"A Nephilim; kid of an angel and a human," Sam said. "There's no mention that they could kill someone as powerful as God. Then there's..."

Sam trailed off and went back through the book, hunting for a particular page he had read nearly an hour ago. He pointed to the page once he found it.

"This doesn't even have a name but it describes a creature created by God to be a weapon," Sam explained. "I was doing some snooping on some message boards when I first found out about it. There's a lot of religious nuts and self-proclaimed hunters who think this thing is gonna be the end of the world. They say it's a prophecy that can't be stopped."

"And you think hunting it down is a good idea," Dean asked.

"Listen, I don't think it's fair to think this thing wants to end the world," Sam replied. "I think it's the best choice we have right now."

"Alright, fine, where do we look," Dean asked.

The boys didn't have to look far before Castiel popped into the library. He asked where they had gotten on their path to defeat Amara. His eyes went wide when they explained what they wanted to do.

"Are you two insane," Castiel asked.

"Listen-"

"No, I know more about this than either of you," the angel stopped Dean's argument. "This creature could kill you both with a look and end the world with a flick of the wrist and you want to track it down?!"

"Isn't it worth trying," Sam asked.

"'Trying,'" Castiel was so unbelievable done with the idiotic decisions of the Winchesters at that point.

"If we don't try something, then Amara kills all of us anyways," Dean said. "We need something Cas. This could be the thing."

Castiel sighed, letting his head fall forward for a moment before looking back up at the boys.

"Fine," Castiel threw his hands up. "Do you know how to find this thing?"

"Looks like a spell," Sam turned the book so Castiel could look at the page. "We should have everything. It's strange no one's tried-"

"Succeeded," Castiel corrected. "People have probably tried if the spell is so simple."

"Okay, good, let's get the supplies and give it a shot," Dean clapped his hands and stood up.

In a matter of minutes, the boys and their angel were back around the table and ready to start the spell.

Castiel and Dean jumped when Sam grabbed a knife and nicked his hand.

"One of us needs to be bonded," Sam explained. "Like a human compass. It feels right that it's me."

He didn't wait for the other two to respond before he started reading the spell of the book. Castiel and Dean exchanged a look for a moment.

As he finished the spell, a purple flame shot up from the bowl for a second. Sam felt his arm tingling from the wound up. He shook it out, trying to understand what it was telling him.

States over, a young girl, a college student visiting home, is sitting in a booth at a small diner.

In between page turns, she sits up straight. Her eyes flash the same purple as the flame from the spell before she snaps out of the trance.

She looks around. Everything feels different. It's like the air had shifted around her. She furrowed her eyebrows... what the hell was that?

--time skip--

Dean pulled the impala up to the curb of the street. The three of them look at the nice house. White picket fence, two stories, a garden.

"Are you sure about this," Dean asked Sam. "This seems like a pretty normal house."

Sam nodded, "I can feel it. It's here."

"Alright, let's go," Dean replied.

The three of them got out of the car and made their way up the pathway. None of them knew what fight they were going to get once they opened that door. It could've been a deadly fight. They may not have even had a chance to fight.

Still, with one last silent check with the others, Dean lifted his hand and knocked on the door.

The last thing they expected was for a girl to open the door with a wide smile. She had a white dress on with an orange cardigan over the top.

"Hello," she said happily. "What can I help you with?"

"Sam," Dean looked at his brother. Sam just nodded. He could feel it in his gut. "What's your name?"

"(Y/n)," the girl replied. "And you are?"

"I'm Sam," the taller man answered. "This is Dean and Cas."

"Nice to meet you," she held a hand out.

Sam awkwardly accepted, shaking her hand. They both froze, eyes flashing purple before they both stepped back from each other.

"That was weird," (Y/n) mumbled, frowning at her hand. "What was that?"

The boys looked at each other but before they could speak, there was a crash from inside the house. The girl jumped.

"Who's that," Dean asked.

"I don't know," she replied. "My parents are gone. No one else is supposed to be here."

Sam and Dean grabbed their guns before all of them walked inside.

Before they could get any answers for themselves, an angel rounded the corner and tried to grab (Y/n), who ran behind the others as soon as she saw the angel.

She stumbled backward toward the wall in shock and fear. She covered her mouth as the more angels walked into her living, not that she knew that's who they were.

Sam, Dean, and Cas were getting thrown around.

"Stop," Sam yelled as they walked toward (Y/n).

"We need something to defeat the Darkness," one of the angels said. "This is our option. Thank you for leading us to her."

(Y/n) was shaking more as she listened. The Darkness? Why was she so important to them? To the boys or the others who had broken into her house?

"Come on, (Y/n)," one of the angels had a hand out to her. She shook her head and the angel chuckled. "Fine. Make this harder."

The others came running at her.

"No," she yelled, dropping to the ground, and covering herself with her arms.

A pulse of energy shot out. The angels that had broken in had burned in front of her.

Dean, Sam, and Cas looked at each other.

(Y/n) slowly looked up from where she was.

"Hey," Sam walked over, kneeling next to her. "You alright?"

"What was that," she asked, shaking. "Who are you? Who were they? What did I do?"

"Hey, hey," Sam touched the girl's shoulders. "It's alright. Hey... how about we go somewhere to calm down? How about some food, yeah? Is there a restaurant nearby or something?"

She nodded. Sam helped her stand up fully and led her to the impala. Dean and Cas sat in the front while Sam and (Y/n) took the backseat.

(Y/n) rambled about a small diner nearby, giving Dean quick directions before falling silent again.

The four of them took a booth in the farthest back corner. (Y/n) sat leaning against the wall, Sam next to her and Cas and Dean across from her.

"Umm... do you know what you want," Sam asked quietly, making (Y/n) aware of the waitress there.

She was an old friend, "You alright, (Y/n)?"

"Yeah," (Y/n) nodded. "I'm just a little tired. Umm... can I get a cherry vanilla milkshake?"

"That it for you, dear," the waitress checked. (Y/n) nodded with a grin, playing with the end of her cardigan's sleeves.

The waitress took the other three's orders before walking away.

"Who were those people," (Y/n) asked. "Why did they break into my house?"

"Because God made you a weapon," Cas said bluntly, making (Y/n)'s eyes go wide.

"A weapon?"

"He means," Dean jumped in, "you have powers that you don't know about. That's why you were able to get rid of those angels."

"Those were angels," she tried to keep her voice down. They all nodded. "I thought angels were supposed to be good?"

"They are supposed to follow orders," Cas corrected. "Not all of them are good."

She nodded, "Are you guys angels?"

"No, well, Sam and I aren't," Dean pointed between him and his brother. "Cas is."

"Oh," she muttered. "You're not-"

"I'm not gonna force you to go to heaven to defeat the Darkness," Cas promised.

"The Darkness," she said. "What's that? Why do I need to fight it?"

"The Darkness is... kind of our fault," Sam explained. "She's trying to create a new world in her image, which includes destroying this one."

"So, how'd you find me," she asked.

Before they could answer, the waitress came back, dropping off their food and drinks. (Y/n) leaned forward and took a sip of her milkshake and grinned to herself for a moment.

The boys were so confused. This was God's weapon?

"Well, Dean and I are hunters," Sam continued once (Y/n) back over to him. "We hunt monsters. Our grandpa was part of this group, the Men of Letters. They have a book in their collection that talks about you. There was a spell that led us to you."

She nodded but furrowed her eyebrows. Monsters? God? Hunters? After what had happened today, she struggled to deny all of it but was still hesitant to believe them?

"Well, if the Darkness knows I can defeat... her... won't she be looking for me too," (Y/n) asked.

"We can keep you safe," Dean promised.

"You're sure?"

"As sure as possible," he nodded.

(Y/n) looked down for a moment, "Okay. I'll go with you. I just... I need to get some stuff from my house and tell my parents that I'll be gone."

"You can't tell them where you're going or why," Dean said. "It'll put them in danger."

She bit her lip, "If it saves them in the long run, fine."

(Y/n) asked a lot more questions that day as they ate in the diner. They told her about monsters and the big bads they had faced. Monsters' weaknesses and abilities. Their other hunting buddies. People she could trust.

Sam, Dean, and Cas trusted her immediately. They felt like they needed to. Like she was a person to rely on.

And there- over a cherry vanilla milkshake- (Y/n) watched her entire life change forever.

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(Drake x Olivia) and a little bit of (Emerick x Juliet) in a Choices The Royal Romance/While We're Young drabble

For @lodberg for wanting more of Juliet and Emerick and @twinkleallnight for wanting to see how the parents react to them spending so much time together 😉

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Entwined

Nothing was more beautiful than Valtoria on the night of The Lantern Festival. With the many lakes and ponds that dotted the duchy, the effect was simply stunning once all the lanterns were released.

Ever since Liam made Riley the duchess of Valtoria, the couple along with their children always made sure to be there each year to celebrate with the people. Their friends would join them for a week of relaxing and hiking through the mountains.

Now that the majority of their children were grown, the older adults were able to step back and allow them to handle being in the spotlight.

The crown prince, Emerick, had taken over giving the welcoming speech the last few years. He was typically surrounded by his brother, Ellis, and their closest friends.

On this particular evening though, he only had one person by his side, which unfortunately meant that the rumors were getting out of control.

"We should have made everyone else get up here with us." Juliet whispered.

"After Ellis spilt punch on his shirt and Emily tore her dress, we ran out of time." He whispered back. "I have no idea where Nicky or Jackson are. Have you seen Alec and Izzy?"

"I lost Izzy earlier in the crowd." Juliet murmured. "I saw Alec on the phone a little while ago. He mouthed, business, and disappeared inside."

"I apologize for making you stand up here with me." He mumbled near her ear.

She looked up into his handsome face with her signature smirk.

"You owe me big time for this."

He chuckled, carefully tucking a windblown curl behind her ear. The back of his fingers lingered a moment upon her cheek.

"I intend to pay handsomely for all you have sacrificed this season for me."

"You better." She teased. "Because I'm merely counting the days until I can collect all of that plus interest."

He coughed on his laughter as more cameras were raised in anticipation.

"Smile." Emerick slipped his arm around her waist when reporters began to snap pictures of the two of them. "We're trapped."

After giving a welcome to all who had joined them, along with the significance of the festival, he had a servant bring over two lanterns.

Juliet's eyes widened for a second when she noticed that the two were tied together with a red ribbon.

Her slight stiffening wasn't lost on the prince by her side.

Giving the photographers a picture that many were hoping to capture, Emerick turned toward her with a wicked smile. He leaned down close once more to whisper in her ear, lips barely brushing the delicate skin turning pink.

"Like us, these lanterns will be trapped together for eternity." He whispered.

Juliet snorted, dropping her head so that no one could see how much she wanted to laugh. Having him think of a way to send the joke they tossed back and forth how this farce was going to end up keeping them trapped together was making tears come to her eyes. His squeezing of her waist only made the struggle worse.

"Now, Lady Juliet and I will make our wishes and send these two to join their brethren." Emerick told the crowd.

"Ready?" He asked her.

"Hold on." She closed her eyes tight, lips moving silently as she made her wish.

"Ready." She opened her eyes to see an amused yet very fond expression on Emerick's face.

"One, two, three."

They both let the lanterns go and watched as the two circled around each other until the ribbon curled keeping them entwined together.

The supposed couple then had their well practiced smiles in place as the questions began.

Off to the side, Drake stood observing the spectacle his daughter always caused when near Liam's son.

His frown firming drew his wife's attention.

"What's eating at you, Walker?" Olivia asked.

Drake cast a frustrated glance at her before focusing once more on the pair.

"What do you think about them?" He asked.

"Who?"

"Our daughter and Emerick." He grumbled.

"What are you talking about?"

"Their relationship."

Olivia rolled her eyes. "Don't tell me you believe their little act."

"I know Jules says it's an act." He snapped. "But it seems to me that he is using her."

Olivia snorted. "Using Jules? Do you honestly think anyone can use a Nevrakis?"

She tilted her head as she studied her husband's growing irritation.

"Granted she does have your genes , but I like to think the Nevrakis ones already defeated any weakness the Walker's might have had."

"Liv." Drake groaned.

"You know our girl can take care of herself." Olivia pointed out, slipping an arm around his waist.

"I know Jules can." He wrapped his around her, pulling her closer. "It's Emerick I'm not so sure about."

"You're worried about Liam's son?" Olivia began to laugh.

"If it was Ellis, I wouldn't be as concerned. He's more like Liam. But Emerick..."

His eyes narrowed when he noticed the prince had yet to remove his arm from around Juliet.

"Has a lot of Leo in him."

Olivia followed his glare. What she noticed and thought was more telling than Emerick's actions with their daughter, was that Juliet was not making a move to escape him.

In fact, it was looking more and more that Juliet enjoyed spending events by Emerick's side.

"I think he has more of Liam and Riley than Leo." She argued.

"That smirk is all Leo." He pointed out.

"Perhaps." Olivia conceded, much to her husband's shock.

"And you're fine with him being with our daughter?"

"Once again, I'm not worried, because she is our daughter." Olivia silenced him with her elbow to his ribs when he opened his mouth again to argue. "She has both of us in her. Neither of us is willing nor has the patience to put up with idiots or people who take advantage of others."

Drake ran a hand through his hair, releasing a long deep breath. He couldn't think of a way to argue that fact.

"You know I'm right." Olivia placed a kiss on his cheek. "I'm always right."

She left him to continue his study of the two.

Just as he was about to relax in his wife's reassurance that all was fine, Emerick took Juliet's hand. With a whisper that had her smiling, he whisked her off through the crowd towards some shadowed area of Valtoria.

Drake softly cursed before slouching off in search of Olivia.

"He's Leo reborn." He grumbled. "This can only end in disaster."

[katsukikiss]

I FUCKIN HATE YOU

CHARACTERS ARE AGED UP // MINORS DNI // EREN X F!READER

Warnings: NSFW 18+, fingering, unprotected sex, alcohol use, noncon touching(ish), hate fucking?, creampie m, idk what else

AN: This is a collab for @bordemm bunny’s rager! It had to fit the theme/vibe of a song and mine was ‘IFHY’ by Tyler the Creator! Give it a listen when you’re about halfway through!

Big thanks to @morelikebaku-no for beta reading this for me!

WC: 5.2K

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How did you two get to this point? Why did you hate each other? He would always shove you into walls when you got too close to him and you’d slap him across the arm in retaliation. He would mock how eager you were to please and achieve on missions, and you’d scoff at his selfishness. You threw insults and jabs back and forth whenever you two were near, which wasn’t too often anymore. Although, you weren’t the one who started this all. He used to be so nice, asking you if you needed help, giving you his food, riding your horses side by side. You were both so fond of one another, a bond you had shared since childhood. You thought you might’ve even loved him, but something snapped in Eren one day. You couldn’t understand why he changed so much after that day.

Eren remembered the day perfectly. You both got ready that morning before you set off for what would be a horrible evening. Your squad had a relatively easy mission to complete, but something felt off to you. Eren rested a hand on your shoulder, reassuring you that everything would be okay, and that he’d protect you. He always stuck close to you on these missions, fearing that he’d lose you like he lost everyone else.

You set off on horseback together. You were a skilled cadet, well seasoned in using your ODM gear. Eren hated when you’d get cocky and push yourself too far, but thats why he stuck so close, but not this time. Levi sent you and Jean forward in a group of two, despite Erens pleas to be paired up with you. You shot him a reassuring smile before you and Jean pushed forward and to the right. Eren had to stay in the center with Levi and Armin, his eyes trailing off to watch you descend further away from him.

You and Jean easily took out five abnormals, you killing three and him taking out the other two. You were in a state of euphoria, zipping through the trees. Jean admired your strength and confidence, but they all still saw you as someone that needed protecting, and it royally pissed you off. You slung off to the left, Jean quickly losing sight of you.

“Y/N! WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU GOING?!” he howled out to you. He swiftly maneuvered around to try and follow you. Then he heard you scream.

Your blood curdling screams echoed through the forest. ‘T-Thats y/n’ Eren thought to himself.

“EREN WAIT!” Armin loudly pleaded, but Eren was gone, slashing his way through the trees to where your voice came from. Rage was radiating through his body, how could Jean have lost you, let you get hurt. He swore he was going to beat him half to death for letting something happen to you. He moved at an inhuman speed, frantically looking around for where you might be. Then he saw a 15 meter titan, with a tight grasp on you and your neck. Blood was dripping from your nose and lips, you lacked the ability to scream anymore.

Without thinking, Eren transformed. It was dangerous for him to go into his titan form, with you so close and vulnerable, but his body acted on its own will. He lunged at the titan, his mouth clamping hard onto the arm in which you were trapped in. The arm came tumbling to the ground, with you hurdling down with it. Eren was too blinded by rage that he failed to realize you were about to splatter on the ground. He continued to thrash at the titan that once held you. You looked down and your eyes filled with fear. Why wasn't he going to catch you? Suddenly you heard quick sipping noises and you were caught by Jean. He glanced down at you nervously, his breath heaving. He perched up onto a large branch and sat you down against the trunk of the tree.

“Oh my god y/n are you okay?!” he asked in a panicky breath, cupping your face in his calloused hands. You shook as you looked over his shoulder to see Eren still on a rampage, but now he was running towards you two. You lifted a quivering finger to point to him, your throat bruised and unable to form words, and Jean quickly turned his head. A large hand was coming down at you two. Jean scooped you up and slung the two of you away as the branch snapped. Eren let out a shrieking scream that sent shivers down both of your spines. Jean never let up his tight grasp on you as he navigated his way through the forest, trying to get as far away as possible. Eren hadn’t lost control in so long, and now he was trying to kill you.

You got back to the rest of the squad, and Jean explained what had happened. Armin, Mikasa and Levi all went back into the forest to find Eren. He was in a clearing, sticking out of the nape of his now disintegrating titan form, sobbing uncontrollably. They approached him with caution. He hysterically screamed at them, “I'M A MONSTER, I ALMOST KILLED HER!”

You had spent three months in the infirmary, healing from the broken arm and bruised windpipe you had suffered. Everyone came to visit you regularly, except Eren. He never came by to see you, and shuddered when Armin finally recommended that he should.

“I dont want to fucking see her” he muttered under his breath. Armin stopped speaking, not wanting to push his friend over the edge again. You were finally strong enough to go back to your own room, eat in the dining halls, and train. Much to your dismay, Levi wasn’t going to put you back on missions for awhile.

Your first day back in the dining hall, everyone beamed a smile at you.

“Hey y/n! Why dont you come sit over here?” Jean shouted to you. You smiled and looked away, opting for your usual table instead. You made your way to Armin, Mikasa and Eren with your tray. You plopped your tray down and scooted your way over to Eren. His head was low until you sat down. He looked up at you with anger in his eyes.

He was never angry at you, but at himself. He feared being anywhere near you. You almost died at his hands and he could never forgive himself for that. You were so sweet, never once holding a grudge for what happened that day. He hated how forgiving you were, it made it all so much harder. He made a promise to himself that he needed to stay away from you, make you hate him if it meant you’d be safe.

“Long time no see Eren!” you exclaimed. Mikasa and Armin both looked at Eren anxiously. He slammed his fist on the table, standing up and walking away.

“What's his problem?” you asked the other two who were looking at you with doe eyed expressions.

“Not sure, but I think it's best if you keep your distance for a little okay y/n?” Armin said in an apologetic tone. He could see the pain and worry twist its way into your face. ‘What did I do wrong?’ you asked yourself. Tears flooded down your face as you ran out of the dining hall back into your room. You told yourself this wouldn’t last long and things would be back to normal but you were so wrong.

Six months later and now you and Eren thoroughly hated one another. You couldn’t take his insults and cold shoulder anymore so you threw it back at him, making the divide between you two grow larger with every passing day. You let your feelings from before the mission drift away and all you were left with was resentment and anger. You never understood why he turned so cold but you didn’t care to figure it out anymore, he never wanted to be around you and that was it. But little did you know, someone else had really convinced him to stay away from you. He wanted to try and talk to you one day but Mikasa coerced him out of it, telling him that it would make things worse and that he would only end up hurting you again. He believed her and vowed to stay away from you.

It was a crisp Saturday evening. The regiment was going to be drinking and celebrating a successful mission outside together later that night, even Levi and Erwin would be attending. You made your way over to Sasha’s room to talk and get ready. It was nice to finally have a day to let loose and have fun. You and Sasha decided to take some sheers to old shirts and create sexy twist tops; neither of you had attire for a night out like this. You took an old black t-shirt of Erens that he had given to you one night, looking at it you felt a pang in your heart, before you shook it away and began to cut. You twisted it in the middle, giving your breasts little fabric hammocks to rest in. You pulled the straps up and over your shoulder. You shoved yourself into some high waisted jeans before heading out with Sasha.

It was a lively sight. People hugging and laughing, ignoring the horrible world they lived in for a while. Connie waved you and Sasha over to him and Jean who were seated around a high table. You jumped up onto a stool between the two boys and across from your friend. Jean had a pitcher of beer on the table and four glasses for you all. You finished three pitchers all together in the matter of 30 minutes, talking and cracking jokes the whole time.

You looked around and spotted Armin red faced, blabbering off to Commander Erwin, whose face was also flushed red from the alcohol he had consumed. It was a pleasant surprise that made you smile, seeing the two blonde men letting loose for a bit. Then you saw Eren and Mikasa, sitting at a table together getting belligerently drunk. You were never jealous of her, he always told you she was like a sister to him, but then you shook your head. ‘What? Why would I even be jealous anyway…’ you looked away from the pair, cursing at yourself for even feeling that way. ‘He hates you, you hate him’ you reminded yourself.

Your attention was snapped back when Connie placed four shots onto the table. You were no stranger to drinking, you actually really enjoyed it; maybe too much. You all nodded, tapping your shots down on the table, bringing them up, clanging them all together, then slamming them back onto the table before throwing the clear alcohol back into your mouths. Sasha groaned at the foul taste, begging Connie to go get some food with her to wash it out of her mouth. They headed off towards a table of food, leaving you and Jean alone. You looked back over at Eren, but he and Mikasa were both gone. Your mind started racing, but you kept your calm on the outside. You were pretty drunk at this point, vision a bit distorted, but your words still came out presentable. Jean laughed, he watched you sway in your seat before gripping tightly onto the table almost falling.

“You alright pretty girl?” Jean asked in a flirty voice. He was always super kind to you, especially after the accident, but he also learned not to baby you anymore after that. Sure, he was mad you ran off on your own, but he understood why you did that in the moment, you felt like you needed to prove something. You didn’t mind him taking a coy tone with you tonight.

“Oh yeahh don't worry about me” you said, dragging your words a bit in a teasing voice. You winked at him and he blushed. You were typically sarcastic when Jean flirted with you but not now. He was cute, maybe not ideal but you can’t be that picky when you weren’t dealt a great hand in the Scouts. He slid his hand across the table and grabbed onto yours gently. You looked up at him with a wide eyed, innocent look on your face. You looked to the side to see if Eren came back around, but to your frustration he was still nowhere to be found. You looked back at Jean.

“You know, I’ve always thought you were so beautiful y/n” he confesses, his grip on your hand tightening. You probably would have blushed under normal circumstances, but your drunken state left you smirking at him with an insatiable gleam in your eyes.

“So why don’t we…” your voice trailing off, you nodded your head to the side, signaling to Jean that you wanted to ditch the party and be alone. His entire face flushed red and his pupils dilated. He was so eager to finally have you to himself. He stood up briskly as did you. He held onto your hand, walking forward without saying a word to you. You started to feel a bit intimidated by the tall handsome man as he led you away from the crowd and into the dark of the night. But someone was watching you two, never stopped watching.

He pushed you up against the stables and began ravenously kissing at your neck and squeezing at your breast. Being touched deprived and drunk made you moan at his every touch.

“You look fucking incredible in this shirt” he huffed out. His lips came back to yours, shoving his tongue into your mouth. He started to move his hand lower and lower. You started to get nervous, you didn’t want to go this far, you weren’t ready to. You grabbed at his arm and whimpered out, “I-I don’t wanna do that right now, okay?” Jean kept moving his hands down. You weren’t sure if maybe he didn’t hear you or was too drunk or was just flat out ignoring you. Then his hand was forcefully pulled out of your pants as he fell backwards into the ground.

“Get the fuck off of her and get out of here. Now” Eren demanded in a fierce tone. He was standing above Jean, looking down at him. Any haziness you had in your head was washed away when you saw the scene unfold in front of you. Jean scrambled to get to his feet before looking Eren right in the eye.

“I’m not going anywhere,” he challenged. Eren was seething with anger. They both burned holes into each other's eyes. You didn’t want to see anyone get hurt because of you, so you spoke up.

“Jean, it's okay, I'm okay, I’ll catch up with you later okay?” you tried to reassure him. He looked at you confused then back at Eren with a grimace before turning away from the two of you.

“Alright whatever” he groaned, disappointed. You looked at the man in front of you for a second, before you lazily lunged at him with a fist. You were so angry and emotional when you saw him leave. Your coordination still wasn’t functioning at its best, he easily dodged and grabbed your wrist.

“What the fuck were you doing back here? Was he trying to..?” he manically questioned before letting go of his grasp on your arm. You were surprised to see how riled up he was over seeing you with Jean. You decided to push your luck.

“Why do you care Eren? And yeah, we were going to fuck until you came and ruined it” you spat at him.

“I heard you y/n, and I saw him ignore you. Don't play tough when I know you aren’t” he hissed back at you.

“What is wrong with you? Why were you watching us, you freak? Weren’t you off fucking Mikasa?” you sneered at him. You were embarrassed that he caught you lying, but even more embarrassed that he watched Jean touch all over you.

“You should be grateful I was here, who knows what we would’ve done” he answered, ignoring your comment about Mikasa. It gave him pleasure knowing you still cared a bit, that maybe you were even jealous.

“Grateful? I have no reason to be thanking you, I can handle myself just fine now leave me alone” you said, shoving your way past him. He grabbed your arm and yanked you back.

“What the fuck Eren. Get off of me…don’t you have another girl to harass?” you scoffed at him.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about” he stated in a shadowy tone.

“Don’t play dumb, you and Mikasa left together”

“We didn’t..but why do you care hm?” he asked, slightly smirking. He was lying, but he didn’t want you to know that just yet.

“I don’t give a shit, fuck whoever you want but don’t ruin my sex life too”

“I actually never left the party”

“Yes you did”

“Maybe you didn’t see me, but I was there, watching you,” he confessed.

“Eren what the fuck” you said, afflicted by what he had just said. Over the last year he spent everyday avoiding you, your gaze, your touch, and when you were around he was nothing short of evil to you. But here he was, hands on your wrists, having the longest conversation you two had ever had since the mission. You felt your emotions being pulled in every direction. ‘He still cares. He hates you. He’s an asshole. Does he miss you?’ You couldn’t figure out what to think, but one thing you knew was that you couldn’t forgive him for the way he had treated you.

“I don’t know why you were watching over me, or why you’re even talking to me right now, but I want to leave. I don’t want anything to do with you” you stammered. It wasn’t entirely true. You missed him so much, but that was the old him. You don’t even know who you’re looking at anymore.

“Y/n, I know that isn’t true” he said, inching closer to you. You could smell alcohol on his breath and the scent made you dizzy. You backed up, trying to pull your hands from his grip but it was of no use. Your back was up against the wood of the stables.

“I've missed you so much, you have no idea” he remarked, with a hint of sadness in his voice. You looked up at Eren, finally locking eyes with him. You hadn’t looked him in the eyes in so long. Despite everything, his eyes were the same as you remembered. They looked at you sympathetically, with love and tenderness, the way he used to. However, your fleeting moment of empathy turned quickly back into anger

“How could you?! How could you just cut me out of your life, treat me like a fucking stranger? And you have the audacity to pull this little stunt! ” you screamed at him, hot tears streaming down your cheeks.

“I-Im sorry, I-“ he was cut off by your hand sharply smacking him across the face. He stumbled back and away from you.

“Get the fuck away from me. You don’t get to just walk back into my life, no, fuck that and fuck you” you refuted. Your reply hit him harder than the slap. He couldn’t let you go, never again. The brief compassion he had was gone. He was done trying to be gentle, you had awakened something that had lied dormant for months. He spent so long trying to stay away from you, his thoughts tormenting him, but you were different now. He was going to go easy on you, slowly open up to you to see if you could accept him into your life again, but it seemed he couldn’t take that approach anymore. He slammed you back into the side of the stable, trapping your arms behind your back and gripped your jaw with one large hand.

“I did that all for you. You don’t know how hard it was for me to be mean to you, to stay away from you. But here you are, and I'm not going to hold back anymore” he revealed with a low predatory voice, sending an aching chill to your core. He slipped his free hand under your little makeshift shirt and ferociously clutched at your breast. He aggressively pressed his lips against yours, his heart fluttering as he finally felt your soft pretty lips against his own. A low whine vibrated in your throat. You wanted to be stronger, to push him away from you but your resolve crumbled.

“I don’t want to see you around Jean or any other guy here, do you understand me?” Eren murmured, his throat rasping with the low tone he took.

‘Excuse me, what did he just say?’ You couldn’t just take orders from him, not after all he put you through. You snapped out of the trance he had you under. You looked at him with scalding eyes and spit onto his face. It was risky, but you weren’t thinking straight. Again, you were conflicted between screaming at him or accepting him, hating him or loving him. He looked down at the dirt and slowly dragged his hand across his face, wiping your saliva from his cheek. He creeped his head back up, his vile look tormenting you.

“Who the fuck do you think you are Eren? Trying to tell me what to do with my body? Fuck off” you hissed back at him. You tried to move away from him but his hand was encasing your fragile throat.

“I know you miss me baby, I know you want to let me back in, but you have too much pride, you were always too stubborn. Let me show you what you’re missing” he muttered. You wanted him to be wrong but he was so right. You desperately wanted to forgive him and bring everything back to the way it used to be. His free hand unzipped your tight jeans and tugged them down to the ground. His thick digits started to rub against your folds through your pink lace panties. His other hand moved from your neck to the back of your head, grabbing a fistful of your hair and yanking your head back. He bit and sucked at the tender flesh of your neck, leaving little territorial marks all over you. Your lips parted to let out soft mewls. The last few months suddenly flashed before you, bringing anger back to the forefront of your mind.

“I h-hate you!” you screamed. Despite enjoying the way he was making you feel, you still had so much to let out.

“Don’t say that” he growled. His hands were under the fabric of your panties now, two fingers pumping in and out of you. His thumb reached around to swirl erotic circles on your sensitive nub.

“I mean it” you softly moaned out.

“No babygirl, you don’t. You can’t lie to me” He cooed into your ear. His fingers pace inside you abruptly quickened causing you to let out a pleasurable cry. Something about this new Eren was making your mind go crazy, he had an intense hunger for you and a depraved way of fulfilling it.

“Come back to me y/n, let's start over” he groaned into your ear, and you had a feeling he wasn’t suggesting that, but rather demanding. He tried to reach for your hand.

He desperately wanted you to touch him. You held your arms behind your back the entire time, by choice. You didn’t want to make him feel good, you didn’t want to feel his body, his face, his hair, or you knew you’d completely come undone.

“N-no Eren” you stammered. You were pushing his buttons, seeing how far you could go, how much he could take. He was starting to get angrier, revealing his deep sinful nature. He flicked his two fingers up, hitting your spongy spot every time they prodded back into you. His talented digits made your chest rise and fall quickly, letting short strained breaths and cries out.

“Wrong answer. You don’t get a choice. You will be mine” he demanded. Just as these words left his mouth your walls began to involuntarily clench around his fingers, your juices releasing all over them. You scraped your nails into the wood behind you, desperately trying to offer yourself some comfort. His possessive words should be scaring you, making you uncomfortable, but they only make you long for him more. Something about his controlling nature was truly intoxicating.

“I knew it, you do miss me, don’t you babygirl? I knew I should’ve done this earlier” he insinuated, a shameless smile creeping up on his face. He pulled his fingers out of your sobbing hole and brought them up to his mouth. He lolled his tongue out and slowly dragged his fingers down, savoring your sweet taste. You watched him in the lewd act, but thought about his words for a moment. ‘I knew I should’ve done this earlier’ you want to ask him what he meant but before you could speak his mouth was on yours, lips meeting once again. He gave you a wet kiss before pulling away to look at you. He pet your face and swept your wet strands of hair off your sweating forehead. Even all hot and messy, you still looked so adorable to him.

��Please baby, I can’t take it anymore. Put your arms around me” he begged. You gave the slightest nod of disapproval, pissing him off again.

“When I try to ask nicely you refuse. What is it with you?” he scowled at you. He yanked your arms from behind your back, making you yelp. He put them on his shoulders and pressed his body flush to yours. You stopped trying to fight his advances, wrapping one hand behind his neck and the other snaked through his hair.

His clothed bulge was firmly pressed against your exposed cunt. You began to buck your hips forward into him, forcing a low moan to escape his lips. He placed his hands on your thighs and hoisted them up and around his waist. You continued to kiss and explore each other's mouths with your tongues. You twirled yours around his, as if they were always meant to dance with one another.

He picked up your pants and carried you a few over to a shed. He kicked the door open, removed a hand from your ass to pull a light on. You looked and saw an old steel table with miscellaneous tools and blueprints all over it. Eren used a hand to shove everything to the side and sat you down. He stood between your legs, your neck angled painfully high to kiss the man towering above you. His hands moved down to his crotch as he meticulously unbuttoned his slacks. His throbbing member sprung from his boxers as he lowered them down his legs. Your mind was racing as you thought about what was actually happening. He pressed his cock against your needy hot cunt, sweeping through your puffy lips with it. All inhibition left your body from the touch. You pulled him close to you, the heat radiating between your legs.

“Fuck me Eren, please” you begged him. Your words made his blood hot.

“About time” he groaned. He aligned his cock with your tight entrance. He firmly grabbed your ass cheeks as he slowly advanced himself into your sobbing cunt. Your walls clung onto his swollen tip. He bucked his hips before completing bottoming out inside of you, gently grazing your cervix. His thrusts turned into brutal ramming, the entire table shaking with ever hard pound into you. Your lower stomach was bulging with every assault, your head hanging back from the feeling.

“Do you still hate me now?” he spat at you. His eyes transfixed on your bouncing tits. You couldn’t think straight, the pleasure of his cock hitting you in all the right places scrambled your brain.

“N-No no Eren fu-uck just fuck me, faster please!” you squealed out. He was already savagely slamming into you, but he answered your calls and quickened his pace. He grabbed you by the neck, forcing your head forward to look into his eyes.

“Tell me, tell me you’re mine” he whined into your ear. His eyes looked primal, as if he would devour you if you didn’t answer him correctly. You could tell he was close, his thrusts were getting sloppier and all he could do was let out husky breaths and little moans.

“Ah fuck I’m all yours Eren!” you cried out.

“ONLY mine”

“Y-yess ONLY yours”

Your legs wrapped around him as your orgasm shocked your entire body. You gripped his dark locks and looked up to see Eren’s eyes looking at yours, admiring the way your face contorted with pleasure. His knees buckled as his cock twitched inside you, releasing his warm thick cum all over your walls. He slowly dragged himself out of you, huffing heavy breaths out. Your legs fell down to dangle off the side of the table again. You rested your head onto his chest and he wrapped his arms around you, placing his head on top of yours. You both laid there, chests heaving in unison. You abruptly pulled away, startling him, and you looked up.

“Why d-did you leave me Eren?” you asked, tears welling up in your solemn eyes. He looked to the side, saddened by the question, and trying to find the right words.

“Because, I didn’t want to hurt you. I thought you’d be better off away from me after the mission and I-“

“Why would I be better off that way? You hurt me even more by doing that…”

“I nearly killed you y/n! I almost lost you, and everyone made me feel like I would be a danger to you” he whispered. Anguish and hurt flooded his voice when he spoke to you. The once domineering man was crumbling as he gave his confession to you.

“Why did you wait so long? Why now?” you said, pulling aggressively on his shirt. You recalled him saying he wanted ‘to do this sooner’ but never got to ask about it. He rubbed the back of his neck before looking down at you.

“I…well…Mikasa told me to stay away from you too…and I did leave the party before with her..but only for a little and that’s when I realized her intentions…but I came right back to find you and talk to you after that” he said, searching your face for a hint of how you were feeling. Your expression was blank, eyes were now dried and void of emotion. You jumped off the table and started putting your pants on. Eren started to grow worried as you neared the door.

“Y/n? Where do you think you’re going?”

“To find Mikasa”