#GONNA GO FERAL WATCHING THIS MEMORY LATER

[goddess-reborn]

HE CAME HOME IN ONLY 30 PULLS!!!!!

[lowkeyrobin]

Heyy :) Can you please write headcanons of dating quackity, but in his earlier eras? (like 2019-21 maybe) ❤

ooooo yes of course!!! ; fun fact I've been watching him since 2018 or so (I don't mean this in a "Oh I'm cooler than you way) ; thank you for the request!! this was fun as hell ; I tried to kinda do it in a chronological order but yeah, I did like stuff and then more details of relationship if that makes sense yk???

QUACKITY ; 2019-2021 era

warnings ; language, talk of drugs, jokes about sex

genre ; fluff

word count ; 858

masterlist

Raiding Club Penguin with him and Axel was a core memory for you. It was the first true time, however cringe it sounds, that you saw Alex as your best friend.

he'd always try to make you laugh, especially on stream

such a little tease

back in the olden days, we had those Discord server 'wtf is that food' videos

you guys rank some of them and how likely you'd eat them

also ranking Discord memes

so many of them were dumb shit or weird shipart from like 2015 deviantart LMFAO

"guys I know me and y/n are dating but that doesn't mean compare us to Shrek couples!"

"I thought Thanos was your true love?"

"He-He is! Oh my God, stop being so desperate, y/n. ugh"

once he got invited to the Dream SMP, you were all ears and proudly taught him how to play Minecraft

you made his alt skin with the tuxedo, which he didn't wear often, but used in lore some time later

youd often help him with lore ideas

he also got you invited into the SMP where he introduced you to some of his new friends

you knew schlatt and some others, but most of these people were new and it was nice meeting all of them

the fiances are established and then you and quackity are already a think and you also like karl, which creates a weird love rectangle with an open end because you and sapnap are sharing the other two 💀

lore goes fuckin crazy with that

while Karl's off making Kinoko Kingdom and Quackity's running Las Nevadas, you're building El Tropicana, off in the far away jungle biome

Alex would usually stream and translate Mexican soap operas, which you joined in for sometimes

you'd give the characters different voices and twist their words up a bit to make it more entertaining for chat

the amount of drug talk that went into that was wild

also the amount of queer kids bullied in those schools?? yikes on bikes

also the one with that girl who got in trouble for kissing a boy on the playground or whatever that was?? Jesus christ man

youd both act put the scenes on occasion and use Tiger as whatever kid was being yelled at if she was in the room with you

taking a break halfway through stream for him to play guitar and for you to karaoke to fuckin Bo Burnham

also making fake joints out of paper he had laying around and "lighting them up" aka setting paper on fire next to a PC and your faces

Jackbox streams with the Feral Boys until 3am>>>

Paranormal Activity in the middle of the night went so fucking crazy

teaching Bad how to play GTA is your favorite memory with those two

playing horror games and watching him play horror games with Karl while he visited him

how dare he leave you all alone (you couldn't go because you had a busy schedule)

your chats shipping the hell out of you and your dsmp characters

hella fanart and fanfictions man

try not to laugh streams where you always ended up laughing before the ten minute mark because of him

he purposefully does shit to make you laugh

reading fanfiction on stream was a regular activity especially for y/s/n

youd rank the book on a scale from one to ten and how accurate to real life they were

"nahhhh that one doesn't have enough Thanos, two out of ten"

"yknow what... were gonna have our own tier lists... okay?"

"damnit... does this mean I'm not getting laid later?"

"what"

promoting the quackityhq merch religiously

also stealing whichever beanie he wasn't wearing, either the LAFD one or the plain black and blue one

him tying you to a chair and forcing you to laugh was a common stream plot

tweets that were either very inconspicuous about drugs, very sexual, or very old married couple vibes

youd both be frequently trending on twitter

hot wings or dare streams with Bad >>>>

playing girls go games and hoping you wouldn't give his PC a virus

sitting in the inflatable pool fully clothed, playing with children's bath toys

he'd for sure be the type to fall for his best friend

whether it be all the way back then or just now, he could go forever without feeling any feelings but one day they'll show up and the nervousness begins

he'd lend you a hoodie if you were cold in his room and he just straight up begs you to keep it

lots of just staring at you while chat ships you, like genuinley just zones out on your pretty face

would probably doubt his feelings at first and talk to his mom about it and she's like "boy you have a crush. Go ask them the hell out, you're a handsome young man, I'm pretty sure they like you too"

"mOooOooOoOoM"

genuinley spoils you with no good reason and after a while you just accept it

he starts sending good morning and good night texts

he'll repost (or reblog) (he has a secret tumblr) fanart of you two, especially if it's shipart

will constantly send you clips of movie characters making out or kissing and say "this should be us"

[cressthebest]

Crimson Rivers thoughts pt. 17

chapter 30:

1. nightmare/dream evan: “"Even the best climbers can fall, lover boy."” 😟 i-

2. the reoccurring dream about evan is DEVESTATING AND GUTWRENCHING every. single. time.

3. “"I know what it is to have a best friend—a really good one, in fact—and they tend not to blame you for the things you can't forgive yourself for."” deep breath, deep breath, AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH

4. 🥰🥰 wolfstar!!

5. ““Any memory you lose, I'll hold onto. Any memory you invent is just—it's real in some other life, how about that?”” DEEP SOBBING

6. 😟 wdym remus is the one in azkaban?? wdym?? WDYM????

7. 😟 james’ reasons for showering six times HURT

8. PANDORA MY BELOVED!!! she’s literally a godsend

9. AWWWW the first person he ever gives a finger/hand kiss to is pandora because he thinks she’s worthy of such respect!! i’m literally gonna cry

10. (pandora smelling like lemons is so canon, fight me)

11. 😒 ew walburga and orion mention

12. one second, reg is like, when we get back home, i need space, the next second, he notices james has his glasses back and goes straight to kissing him. sir 😭😭

13. regulus is trying to push away, but he’s constantly drawn to james like a magnet. it’s going to be a beautiful love whenever regulus is ready to continue with james

14. “"Use me. Have me, then discard me. Hurt me. I don't care, Regulus. You can do anything to me, and I'll thank you for it every time."” FOING FERAL OVER THIS

15. “”A slap across the face is just a hand cradling a cheek with too much force,"” 😧

16. STOP WITH THE GODDAMN PARTING GIFTS!! MY HEART CANNOT TAKE IT ANYMORE

17. sirius kissing the inside of the mask so remus will always be kissing him when it’s on. i-

18. i physically am not okay with wolfstar having to part. like, not okay at all.

19. !!!!! demisexual sirius! my buddy! i feel so seen! the way he has handled sex and wanting sex with others and everything about that is so reminiscent of my experiences and it’s wonderful to be seen

20. NOOOO WOLFSTAR!! MY BABIES!!!

21. sirius:memory loss as james:passage of time

22. EFFIE AND MONTY!!! LETS GOOOOO

chapter 31:

1. LILY!!

2. lily being the best to have sex with cause “no one does it like her” >>>>>>>>>>>>>>

3. dumbledore is a lying bitch. he told lily that remus was executed. BITCH

4. dorcas >>>>>>>>>

5. 😧 FABIAN AND GIDEON’S DEATH WAS A SACRIFICE MADE BY DUMBLEDORE SO DORCAS COULD LIVE??? HES EVEN MORE CORRUPT THAN PRESIDENT COIN

6. i love how dorcas sees dumbledore as the lesser of two evils (other being riddle) and has never once been deluded enough to think dumbledore was a good guy

7. 😟 biological warfare….

8. oh no. dorlene or dorlily endgame? shit shit shit

9. okay wait, i don’t think it’s gonna be dorlily endgame. (watch these predictions bite me in the ass later)

10. awww lily has a petunia tattoo

11. no no NO NO NO REMUS BUDDY! ARE THEY GONNA EXPERIMENT ON HIM??

12. i- i wasn’t prepared for my favorite character to be PHYSICALLY TORTURED

13. authors note just let me know that it’s not dorlily endgame, and they’re just buddies

[insert-cephalopod-joke]

YOU SHOULD ramble about your headcanons/aus NOW!

A!

I will!!

At least some of the aus because headcanons are gonna be explored in mah main comic

Also ye there’s definitely aus where the agents get mixed around with one another into different groups because thanks to au there are infinite possibilities and outcomes

Now, Top 13 AU (Numbered Randomly) ((Bakers dozen let’s go))

Green: What If scenario for/related to AU-00

Blue: New set of agents, separate from AU-00

Red: Never used/scrapped AU concept

AU-00: MC3 (Hyousuke), M4 (Liam), M8 (Milo), FN3 (Beatrix/“Bea”)

The main one I work with, pretty self explanatory (though not the very first batch of agents I’ve made)

AU-01: FC3 (Summer/“Sunny”), F4 (Ember), F8 (Saturn), MN3 (Rook)

Second most used batch. Sort of a gender and personality swap, with Sunny being more extroverted (but much, much more creepy looking), Ember being actually cool instead of faking it, Saturn being less… feral?.. and Rook constantly questioning the whole Secret Child Labor Service Thing instead just rolling with it like Bea does.

AU-02: F3 (Three), M4 (Four), M8 (Eight)

The first ever batch. Didn’t make it very far though…

Their dynamic was mostly Four getting into trouble, Three getting mad at Four getting in trouble while trying to put out whatever fire he started, and Eights there just vibing in the background or something. I think Three and Four were siblings…

AU-03: M3 (Tres), F4 (Quatre), M8 (Vosem)

The second ever batch. Lasted a teensy bit longer. Tres is a little hotheaded but it’s mainly to cover up insecurity and fears of not being “worthy” or “good enough” for Squidbeak (which leads to some… very bad coping mechanisms/strategies to be good enough). Quatre is the type to have a smaller smug look under the smug look on her face. Also she makes a majority of her income through art commissions and writes a bunch of fanfic. Vosem tries to come off as aloof and put together but is “secretly” a little obsessed with Tres. Not like in a stalker way, just always thinking about him and hanging out with him and leaving food in his backpack when Tres “forgets” (this has led to Tres being very confused because “who puts 7 oranges and an unwrapped sandwich in someone else’s backpack?!?!”)

AU-04: M?3 (Three), M4 (Liam), M8 (The Commander)

The bad end, essentially. Three (prev. Hyousuke) gets re-corrupted by Tartar and loses (almost) all of his memories, becoming a husk that only does anything when The Commander tells them to. The Commander is formed when Tartar uses Milo as a host body, but due to Milo’s Special Soul Gimmick, he essentially takes Tartar down with him and they fuse into one conscious. There is no Tartar. There is no Milo. All that’s left behind is a manic cyborg that wants to “reunite”/sanitize Squidbeak (they disbanded after losing so many members) and get Three to “wake up.” Liam was struck with grief and went into a horrible depression due to it all and Octavio tried to help him by making new Hypnoshades that would act like an advanced antidepressant. Cuttlefish, Marie, and Callie are with Octavio too, hiding until they can make a plan to get their friends (and Inkopolis Square) back. Off the hook… off forming a rebellion to fight back. Oh and I should probably mention that Three is talking to Liam through his headset and shades and maybe watching him through any other tech in Liam’s vicinity.

AU-05: M[UNKNOWN] (Three), M4 (Liam), M8 (Eros)

(Same Liam technically different Three and technically different Eight)

Sort of a role swap between my one splatband oc Etto and Hyousuke. Essentially, Squidbeak believed that Hyou… “didn’t make it out” of the metro, but when Liam and Eros split up on a recon mission down there a few years later.

Let’s just say Eros finds him.

AU-06: M3/10 (Déka), M4 (Luke), M8/C3 (Apollo), NBN3 (Zip)

(Usual 3 base becomes Agent Ten, usual 8 base becomes Captain, Four is an octoling)

What if the Octos won? Cuttlefish would probably go complete villain mode ngl. His flaws are bad sometimes but make it worse.

Octavio, who’s not even king anymore as he passed the responsibilities to others (gotta spend time with the grandkids, you know?), starts noticing reports of octos getting attacked around town and decides hey, I’ve already got military experience so let’s do some quick vigilante stuff and hire a team.

Story would pretty much be the same from then on. Maybe instead of the Squid Sisters there’s another band with ties to Octavio, but I definitely imagine the original idols becoming high ranking, vicious generals (Callie would def defect later tho)

AU-07: FC3 (Haru), F4 (Liana), F8 (Mia), MN3 (Beau)

Genderswap, except practically nothing changes design wise. You would never know

AU-08: MC3 (Hyou), M4 (Liam), M8 (Milo), FN3 (Bea)

AKA No Metro Milo. Just. Just imagine a Shadow version of Milo and that’s it.

This isn’t what he’d be like with his memories… well… sorta.. he has some but trauma repressed the rest

AU-09: Everything’s the Same Except Little Buddy is a Big Buddy

AU-10: Everything’s the Same Except Milo Got Sanitized in the Metro Yet Somehow His Personality Was Left Untouched by Tartar Aside From Increasing His Separation Anxiety

AU-11: Everything’s the Same Except Liam Wears Glasses (It Causes an Extreme Butterfly Effect)

AU-12: Everything’s the Same Except Hyou’s The Only Agent Hired Besides 1 and 2 (Trauma x1000000)

AU-13: Everything’s the Same Except Little Buddy is a Psychic (As In Can Read Minds Based On Vibes and Souls, Presumably) and is the Main Character of the Series ((Little Buddy Psycho 300???))

[dooptown]

playing twilight princess again years later with a better understanding of my queer identity and this line really resonated with me

more musings under the break

(be warned that this is pretty unorganized i'm just letting my thoughts spill)

i played twilight princess when it first came out on gamecube december of 2006. i don't remember that playthrough. i don't remember the thoughts i had about everything in the game. all i know is i loved it and i played it over and over again. but i don't remember thinking much of it past being a game

since the last time i actually sat down and played it, which has to be over 10 years ago, i've watched countless reviews and speedruns and what have you. those replaced my memories of this game. so i decided i want to play this game again and actually pay attention to it

Link as a character stands out so much to me now. Being able to pick up dogs and cats and pet goats was always just a mechanical thing i noticed, but i never thought about it narratively. The reason this is the only game you can do that is because this Link loves animals. He works on a farm and lives in nature. He's kind but also has a feral side to him, which makes his transformation into a wolf so fucking perfect. I always just thought it was random that he became a wolf but there's no better animal for him to be. Canines are used for herding, just like his job, but he's also wild and undomesticated. He does everything he does because he chooses to, because he's a good person

And because he has that love for animals i don't see the wolf form as a curse as i once did. It's just another side of him, one that the people he knows shuns because they don't recognize him. But in that form he can finally communicate with the animals he's already felt that connection to

Another thing about TP that i never really got til now is Link stepping into the hero's role. Like, now i can understand how that can feel, moving on from your simple routine and doing something you HAVE to do. Like now being an adult on my own there's a lot of parallels there

One last thing i want to talk about is how i forgot how TP is just straight up an OoT sequel. Sure it's pretty far removed but this is still OoT ganondorf and Link is getting the inherited power from OoT Link, who is also the one teaching him secret sword techniques throughout the game. The only way to beat Ganondorf is with the final blow, which OoT teaches you. This is still the same fight from OoT, just many many many years later. It just kinda makes critics complaining that it's a retread of OoT look stupid honestly, cuz like of course the same themes are gonna come up, TP Link has to go through the same journey (also the games are so fucking different i still don't understand the criticism)

Anyway if you read all of that, thank you

[hangonsnoopy19]

What do you guys think Frank and Bill are like together on the bad nights?

Frank sees the good in so much, but he also probably watched his family and friends die like everyone else did. He saw Baltimore QZ wiped out. When he started for Boston he was originally in a group of ten. Frank values his home environment and feels that taking care of it is an expression of love. And then he saw his whole world burn down around him multiple times. His home was destroyed multiple times.

When he has nightmares he rarely cries out… that’s a learned response because it’s dangerous to make much noise when you’re on the road. But he still has bad memories, night terrors, and he whimpers in his sleep like a wounded animal, thrown back to a time when he was terrified and alone and starving.

He still wakes up Bill when he does this because Bill is always half-listening for his alarms, so he hears Frank whimpering even when Frank is being quiet. Bill rolls over in bed and sees Frank pale and sweating and panting in his sleep, face an unconscious mask of fear, and he doesn’t know what to do. He’s read somewhere that you shouldn’t wake up sleepwalkers and he’s not sure if trying to shake Frank out of a bad dream will make it worse. He hates seeing Frank in pain, but Bill accidentally causing Frank more pain would be even worse.

Finally, he pushes himself forward in the dark, slowly, towards Frank. Frank stills in his sleep, animal instinct, waiting to see if the movement is a predator. Bill pauses, then moves forward again, snuggles close, rests his arm over Frank’s body. He tries to project comfort: you’re safe, you’re safe, you’re not trapped, never trapped, you’re safe. I’m here, standing between you and whatever you’re afraid of. I’m here.

Bill has never been good at verbal reassurance but he tries to make his body big and soft and strong and comforting. Frank doesn’t wake up all the way, but slowly the stiffness in his body seems to ease and he molds his body to Bill’s. He goes back to sleep, more peaceful now.

Bill doesn’t really have nightmares like Frank does. The world ending wasn’t the same kind of traumatic experience for him. He dreams of his mother sometimes but it’s not the same.

When Bill has bad nights it’s because he’s in an anxiety spiral. As he’s drifting off to sleep, enjoying Frank there, in his bed, in his arms, it occurs to him how fragile this all is. He starts imagining a world without Frank, or a world where Frank is left alone without Bill. Of Frank being hurt… of Frank being hurt by Infected. Of Frank becoming Infected. Of Raiders coming and not being able to stop them. Of raiders or slavers finding Frank alone and…

Before he knows it, he’s vibrating with anxiety, with the need to check the traps, the locks, the guns, the water supply. He’s almost sick with it, nauseous. He makes list after list in his head but it’s not enough.

Frank is here in his arms, right where he should be, but what if someone or something comes in? What if Bill missed some hole in the fence, some weak spot in the armor? What if…?

Frank finds him outside in the dark, gun ready, pacing and snarling, back and forth in front of the house. Hyper-vigilant and unable to wind down. Barely recognizing Frank when he approaches. The first time Frank finds Bill like this it genuinely scares Frank because Bill is almost feral and refuses any attempts to soothe him. He won’t let Frank hold him. He needs to be ready. He needs both arms free and both eyes open.

Frank doesn’t try to touch him. Instead, he goes back inside, puts on his shoes and jacket, grabs a flashlight, and limbers up for a run.

“Go back inside,” Bill growls when he sees him. “Go back to bed.”

“Nope,” Frank says with a cheerfully oblivious tone he knows drives Bill nuts. “I’m going for a run. You wanna come? Or are you gonna make me run in the dark alone?”

However long later, after several circuits of the perimeter - and they can see as they go that nobody is out there, that the fence is fine, the traps are fine, security is fine, everything is fine - Frank drags a sweating, cursing Bill back into the house and upstairs and straight into bed. They’ll have to wash the sheets in the morning, but it doesn’t matter because, exhausted, Bill finally sleeps.

And after the bad nights, Bill and Frank spend most of the day following together in bed.

[paranormeow7]

this post is late and idk if the hypes died down but i have THOUGHTS on catalyst (SPOILERS AHEAD)

okay alright we'll go scene by scene here sorry if any of these have been debunked or anything THIS IS GONNA BE SUCH INCOMPREHENSIBLE WORD VOMIT SORRY

who was watching that tv and where. i mean im pretty sure it was in mandela or maybe werksha. did they lift the television and mirror destruction act?? and that blank face that showed up. was that six?? also, SAINT GABRIELS CHURCH. OH MY GOD. apparentely no one goes anymore (most likely due to religion being shown to lead to MAD), which makes me wonder why dave even believed "o'brien" when he said he'd had a job there, if the place was pretty much abandoned anyways.

okay next up the hospital scene. oh my godddd. i think maybe the whereabouts of daves eyes will be important later, since they went out of their way to report that they couldnt recover them. and his brain?? can alts like, liquefy your brain now???? what the fuck happened????? maybe we'll get to see. also these nurses. they could be important, maybe, maybe not. also, we also now know that most of mandela's population have migrated to werksha (depsite there also being alt activity there i think), which i believe will be the county we'll be getting to see next.

chat logs with sarah and evelin my favorite girlbosses!!! apparently adam hasn't been talking to anyone for a while (most likely because of the Horrors, maybe since his talk with six) and eve is worried. she already seemed pretty sus about him in vol4, asking him to talk to her, which as far as i know he never did, and especially after she found his TSA results. based on whether or not you think she died in the MCPD station that day, these logs can either take place before or after she paid her visit. Sarah doesn't seem to think anything is wrong, despite it being implied that she hasn't been able to reach him either. either she's lying for whatever reason or she genuinely doesn't really know what's been going on with him. what is her MOTIVE??

TEASER SCENE. this could take place either before or after vol4, but i also believe this could be the "fight" eve was talking about in Jonah's memorial video, where he said some "terrible, awful" things that she "wished he had never told her". she may be afflicted with MAD. it seems that she visited his house at some point and met Preacher ("ADAM WHO IS THAT??"), who may have been using his voice to lure her in. There's been a fuck ton of theories on Preacher and it's connection to Adam, with some people saying it's his overdriven form. Idk how that could work seeing as they seem to be seperate entities, but WHO KNOWS??

WAKE UP THATCHER, I AM YOUR INTUITION. this is the same red text associated with Gabriel, who in vol 4 shared his intentions to kill Thatcher. Was getting him to follow the screams he heard (idk how since he seems to live decently far off from the BPS house) Gabriel's way of attempting to do that?? Also, the return of Gabe telling people to "wake up." Why the hell would Thatcher follow this voice?? just to get away from the alts in his home, or to try and get back a semblance of his old life as a respected lieutenant? Or as some kind of suicide mission, perhaps. (OUGH.)

the next scene. OH DEAR GOD THE NEXT SCENE. ARGHSFHJFS (GOES FERAL). strap in this'll be a long one. This is where Thatcher goes to the house. I noticed how the radio got more and more fucked up the closer he got before it just stopped working, which could be due to alt activity, or i could just be grasping at straws here. He notices the BPS van, which, why would that just be sitting outside the house in plain sight if the BPS are literally wanted by the FBI??? This could be the house they all lived in, or just Adam's house, but when he goes inside it is TRASHED. there is shit just strewn around EVERYWHERE and i may be misremembering but i think thatch steps on broken glass?? anyways he makes his way into the bedroom (which looks to be the same room Eve met Preacher in) and sees Adam sitting beside the bed in a pile of trash (INCLUDING AN EMPTY BOTTLE OF BLEACH that he DRANK, meaning the rest of the trash might be remnants of other attempts), next to a mirror (with a very fucked up reflection, i might add), looking catatonic. This is the guy he's been hunting down for stealing government property and fucking with alternates and BOY has he seen better days.

There is a tape playing called "the fate of the jester", pretty much describing his situation to a T. It describes the loss of humanity to becoming "just a cog in the machine", and no longer being "the hero of the story". Theres a LOT of different interpretations for this, such as him "waking up" and losing himself to his alternate nature, although he's obviously trying to fight it. Throughout the series he was brought up as a very important character, as a tie between the humans and the alternates, even possibly being the "mandela prophet" described at the end of vol4. If he was being set up as such an important character, this may signify the loss of the Mandela's last hope (maybe, idk lol). There's a lot of moments to fall back on in this scene, such as in vol2 when Gabe told him to "wake up" and "don't make me wake the others" (the other kidnapped children turned alternate sleeper agents i believe), the memorial video in vol4 where he screams for something to "please just get the fuck out of my head", the death of his mother in intruder alert, and his talk with Six, which may have been the start of his spiral, and when he began to isolate himself. Anyways, SUSPECT IDENTIFIED there's your FBI wanted tortured blonde man!!

SCREAMING. THE MOST HORRIFIC TORTURED SCREAMING YOUVE EVER HEARD. JUST SO MUCH SCREAMING. Adam still seems pretty much paralyzed though, which could be from a number of things, maybe all the shit he just did to himself, maybe the FUCKING BLEACH?? idk. his eyes also seemed to have turned black (possibly signifying the beginning of overdriven assimilation)?? im still wondering why Gabriel sent Thatcher here, seeing as i dont think he died, like Gabe said he would to Dave. Did he want Adam or possibly Preacher to kill him? Adam can barely even MOVE, let alone kill anyone. Maybe he wanted him to try and kill himself, at the sight of yet another person he couldn’t save (AGAIN, OUGH.) Adam stops screaming for a little bit to BEG FOR SOMEONE TO KILL HIM before going straight back to screaming, which then dies down into tortured sobs (someone save him…). This was confirmed in a patreon discord server I believe. My opinion is that this is a sign that he doesn’t want any of this and that he never had any bad intentions (or at least didn’t have TOO many bad intentions). IDKKKK ive been rambling way too much- AGHHH IM JUST SO INSANE ABT THIS EPISODE IDK HOW TO END THIS LONG ASS POST THANKS FOR READING BYEEE

[all-or-nothing-baby]

15 QUESTIONS, 15 (or whatever) TAGS

i was tagged by @ash-mcj—thanks dude! HERE is their's.

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1. WERE YOU NAMED AFTER ANYBODY?

my middle name is the name of my mum's friend/dad's ex who died (my folks ended up getting together a year later).

2. WHEN WAS THE LAST TIME YOU CRIED?

about 10 minutes ago? to WELLY BOOTS which is an amazing devil song i've heard 10,000 times before. i honestly cry a gajillion times a day bc i don't just cry at sad stuff but also anything that moves me: from hearing a wonderful piece of music... to someone saying something kind to me or anybody else (real person or fictional character)... to being overwhelmed by the enormity of life and all its fucked-up and wonderful complexities... seriously, absolutely bloody everything makes me cry!

3. DO YOU HAVE KIDS?

yes, two of 'em; a brilliant, beautiful, super-talented, immensely kind and outrageously hilarious 24 year old and a brilliant, beautiful, super-talented, immensely kind and outrageously hilarious 15 year old :) they're incredibly different individuals who bicker like siblings absolutely should and love each other a lot. i love them both so much it makes me cry when i think about it (surprise surprise).

4. DO YOU USE SARCASM A LOT?

oh, no, never. (probs too much at times—although i don't always understand when others are using it with me #neurodiversesquad).

5. WHAT SPORTS DO YOU PLAY/HAVE YOU PLAYED?

used to do what the american folks call 'run track', back in the day before chronic illnesses became the villain in my story.

6. WHAT'S THE FIRST THING YOU NOTICE ABOUT SOMEONE?

whether they, you know, get it (or not).

7. EYE COLOUR?

erm, a bit of an odd sort of dark grey/blue with lots of dark green swirls and splodges

8. SCARY MOVIES OR HAPPY ENDINGS?

oh definitely scary movies, horror my beloved <3 i think i'm finally (bc it's been on my list for so long omg) gonna get around to watching RELIC tonight! *scratching at the door noises*

9. ANY SPECIAL TALENTS?

forgetting absolutely fucking anything and everything all the fucking time. ALWAYS knowing the first letter of the word i can't think of. having a bit of a photographic memory. being able to play the william tell overture by flicking my fingernails against my front teeth. making really good pancakes. good at accents. pretty good at drawing faces. playing music by ear. great at making inconsequential lists lol

10. WHERE WERE YOU BORN?

blackpool, a seaside town in the north-west of england, UK. imo it's a veritable shithole these days, only good for trashy arcades and getting stabbed... but i do miss the ocean now i don't live there.

11. WHAT ARE YOUR HOBBIES?

making art, making words, making mixtapes, making trouble, making time for reading, making music, making a mess.

12. DO YOU HAVE PETS?

yes—i couldn't imagine not having critters in the house! i have 4 precious arseholes cats: little jimmy novak and moriarty, who are both house-loving cats—like, they do go out, but are indoors wanting cuddles more often than not. whereas the other two, grace jones ii and goku, are practically feral and only really come home for dinner and if it's raining hard (and the occasional i-will-allow-you-to-stroke-me-and-let-you-have-the-honour-of-me-sitting-on-your-knee-i-suppose).

13. HOW TALL ARE YOU?

5'2". short king.

14. FAVOURITE SUBJECT IN SCHOOL?

loved art and english in high-school, and also enjoyed drama and history. i studied art at college and fashion at uni (which was a mistake, that world was very much not for me pfft).

15. DREAM JOB?

i honestly don't dream of jobs. but if i did? i suppose a portrait artist or published poet who was paid enough to actually live on, aha.

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tagging, play or nay: @shealynn88 @sharkfish @novemberhush @greyhavenisback @poebin @jmeelee @raisesomehale @rajalagang @ohhalefire @halinski @kikiroo @lovebillyhargrove @harrgrove @slytherkins @witchsickness @ltleflrt @wellwaterhysteria @deklo @chasingcastiel @racheld93 @gabedemon absolutely anybody else who wants to do the thing!

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hello my rarepair queen! i had to send 🛳️ to see if you can remember where your love of rarepairs originated! (or any other question of your choice if you have already had this one 😘)

You know me too well babes, I love this one! As I know you probably won’t mind me going over the top here I’m gonna mention a few different ships/fandoms. I had to check my old account’s bookmarks for this and might even revisit some of them later, what a nice trip down memory lane!

🛳️ a fic that brought you aboard a new ship:

HP rare pairs

As most of you know Harry/Teddy is my fave rare pair and I have to thank @lqtraintracks for gently introducing me to this ship with the hot and sweet When It Alteration Finds. I adore the mix of gender swap + mild dub con (is it tho) + wall sex, and this Teddy, LQT’s Teddy, owns my whole heart. Years later their work continues to shape my perception and feelings about this beloved ship ♥️

I’ve read a bunch of Snarry PWPs for the sake of problematic smut when I was younger, but the fic that really made my heart beat faster and sold me on this ship was Cybele’s series If You Are Prepared. It might have been the first tragedy novel I’ve read and the final arc left a big impression on me, I still remember the utter devastation and heartbreak.

Aim For My Heart written by a talented 🐯 has lived rent free in my head and heart since 2021 and brought so many hidden feelings to the surface, not only about Dronarry but also about myself. I consider it a perfect fic when it comes to poly negotiations and a seminal work for this triad: nuanced, complicated but full of longing and tenderness. I measure all triad fics I read by this one.

Other fandoms

I’ve only watched S1 / S2 of Supernatural and never really considered exploring the fandom - until I accidentally stumbled upon Dollylux’s masterpiece The Ballad of the Invisible Boy and was utterly ruined for any other ship that wasn’t Wincest (sorry, Destiel!).

Blue-Eyed Monster by Only_1_Truth had me completely obsessed with Bond/Q (007) one paragraph in. I remember being so captivated after reading this fic that I immediately binged all of their works.

Delayed (or, Why Kakashi Is Never On Time) by TJ_Dragonblade is a feral PWP that made me go all 🤯 and consider Kakashi/Gai (Naruto) for the first time. I am picky about this ship and don’t read them very often but I was able to find some amazing fics and this one is still one of my favourites, I reread it all the time.

Send me fic asks!

[jungle-angel]

Fixer Upper (Hangman x Reader)

Summary: Who said girls can’t help fix the car?

“Alright turd blossom,” Jake muttered under his breath as he turned the socket wrench. “You’re gonna cooperate with me one way or another.” 

He was a mess, a complete filthy mess with oil and black stains all over his skin, his white-beater and his dark washed jeans from endless hours of working on that ‘67 Impala that he and the guys had found at the junkyard just a few days prior. The thing was an utter nightmare, needing one thing after the other as far as parts, paint and tires were concerned. How Bob and Payback had even gotten it into the garage was a complete mystery to him. 

Jake hummed along to the song playing from the radio, blurting out the words as he knew them and remembered them, the songs bringing back memories of his middle school mixtapes. 

He didn’t even notice the slapping of small sandals on the concrete floor until he felt the urgent tugging of his pantleg. When he looked over, there was Molly, his small, redheaded daughter in her denim shorts and her American flag tank top. God she was adorable.......adorable, but feral as hell. 

“Hey princess,” Jake greeted happily. “Where you been? I haven’t seen you all day.” 

“Geneva and Auggie and I beat up a bully at the playground!” Molly declared proudly. 

Jake was stuck somewhere between being proud of her but also fearing the wrath of the parent. “Who was the bully?” he asked. 

“Julian,” Molly chirped. “And his mean sister.” 

Ah so it had been Julian and Brianna Roach they had gone after. Jake knew of them and knew them well along with their bitchy mother, Hillary. He smiled a little knowing what would come later. God forbid the witch should catch your aunt if she ever came down his way. 

“Did they come at you first?”

“Yeah,” Molly said. “Brianna pulled Geneva’s hair.” 

Jake kept his musings to himself as he kept turning the wrench. “Ok,” he said. “You come here and you can help.” 

Molly pushed her small wooden stepstool up against the tire of the car, watching her father as he worked. “Wanna get Daddy’s tools when he needs’em?” 

“YEAH!” Molly shouted. 

Molly helped him until the noon sun began to fade well into evening, getting things that Jake needed out of his toolbox and even putting them in where they belonged. It wasn’t long before Molly had smears of black grime on her face, clothes and little hands but neither she or Jake ever cared. 

“Aw shit,” he joked. “This is Daddy’s JAM!!!” 

He picked a giggling Molly up and placed her on the shelf of the work bench as the radio blared the song. He picked up his beat up old Navy baseball cap and placed it backwards on her head, tickling her sides to get a laugh out of her, singing the words with her. 

“ Check it out, I'm the C-A-S-AN, the O-V-A and the rest is F-L-Y You see, I go by the code of the doctor of the mix and these reasons I'll tell you why You see I'm six foot one and I'm tons of fun and I dress to a D You see I got more clothes than Muhammad Ali and I dress so viciously I got bodyguards, I got two big cars, that definitely ain't the whack I got a Lincoln continental and a sunroof Cadillac So after school, I take a dip in the pool, which is really on the wall I got a color TV so I can see the Knicks play basketball Hear me talking 'bout checkbooks, credit cards, more money than a sucker could ever spend But I wouldn't give a sucker or a bum from the Rucker, not a dime 'til I made it again “

Jake tickled her again, scooping her right up in his arms and littering her dirty cheeks with kisses until she turned red in the face from laughing. “Alright my mini Muhammad Ali,” he said. “Let’s go get cleaned up. Mommy’s probably got dinner waiting.” 

Into the house they went with Jake bringing her up the stairs to the bathroom and setting her right down in the bathtub. “Stay put,” he told her. 

He had just been about to leave when he caught you in the hall. “Ah! No!” you told him. “You two are absolutely filthy.” 

“Babe I’ll strip as soon as she’s had a bath,” he chuckled. 

“Ok give her a bath and then it’s straight for the mudroom with you,” you told him. 

Jake laughed as he helped Molly strip off her dirty clothes, tossing them in the laundry basket in the hall. It took everything in his power to get all the dirt and grim off of her, but as soon as he had her dried off and in a fresh set of clothes, he could finally get himself cleaned off. 

As soon as he was ready, he followed Molly as she barreled down the stairs to her twin sister Missy. He didn’t even need to say anything as you looked up at him. For the both of you, it was moments like these that made life worth living. 

[feralssinbin]

Forgotten But Not Gone

AO3- Outside / Drabble side story (main story still in the works slfdksld)

Ten years ago, YN attended the stand-alone Superstar Daycare that occupied a sort of obnoxiously large area on the edge of their small town. It was garish and bright, and oh so cheerful. Honestly they loved it. Then one day, it just closed down. They don't remember why, but they don't remember a lot from that time of their life. School was getting busier as they ranked up in grades, started middle school, high school, and eventually the pressures of adult hood were on them and the daycare itself was barely even a memory. At least until they find themself taking the long route home one night after a particularly trying shift. It wasn't bad, so much as it ran long. They were already gonna be in deep shit for taking longer than expected to get home, so they might as well make the crime worth the punishment. Home life... wasn't great. That's when they saw it again. The dark roads taking them by the old rundown building. Now, they don't go poking around just yet, but the nostalgia hits them like a freight train. Ever day when they were much younger, and then ever day after school, they'd spend hours under the watchful optics of the animatronics that ran the show. The human staff were pretty ok too, but it was definitely the robots that were the real superstars there. Their next late shift they plan for it, bringing a bag with a flashlight and some other small items, hop the fence, and go poking around down memory lane. The place is falling apart, but surprisingly clean for how long it's been abandoned. Except it hasn't. Not totally. The Sun and Moon animatronic is still around, taking care of the old building as best they can. They can't go out into the entry room, but inside the huge double doors it's almost like no one left. But ten years is a long time without proper maintenance. A long time to keep up repairs without materials. A long time to go without people. He's unhinged. Frantic. Desperate. Clingy. Dangerous. And that isn't even getting into the absolutely feral creature Moon has become. But some how, you don't just survive this first encounter. You're invited back. When the daycare shut down, it was so abrupt that the system hadn't been cleared. You're still registered as one of the kids, and Sun and Moon are determined to keep you busy every time you visit. Though with the near miss at getting away that first time, it takes a while before you're willing to step into the same room as them again. And yet, you keep coming back. Pushing limits... You feel bad, that they've been trapped in this same kind of hell you can't help but sympathize with. Ten years is a long time to feel alone.

Casual Info: YN's living situation is Bad in the sense that... well, Dad ain't a great person. Got that 'put em down' attitude and a backhand to match. YN's mom died when they were younger, and ever since then he went down the darker spiral of things being too much and placing blame where it doesn't belong. YN being the closest reminder gets the brunt of it, both more and less now that they're older. They try to avoid home time as much as they can, but the same situation makes them hesitant to reach out to make friends since it's such an embarrasment to try and dodge the subject. But they're getting close to their breaking point, before the reconnect with the DCA. They very much fall into the category of Zero Self Preservation with the way their nearly catastrophic first meeting goes, it doesn't stop them from coming back two days later with a rolled up newspaper attitude about how we 'do not grab'. Halfway treating the DCA like a giant puppy that needs to learn manners, and halfway skirting the fact that he's a 7 foot tall strongass robot that's been around long enough to turn into an urban legend (they find out after their own run in that people think the daycare is haunted). There's an urge and odd sense of guilt that gnaws at them this situation is somehow their fault, but that could just be the repressed family emotions talking. Either way, they can't leave him alone, and start to take the long way home regularly, and just... make trips out to keep him company, since they feel like they're one of the few, or only people, he'd allow to actually come inside the daycare without going into guard dog mode to throw them out.

MOON. Oh moon. Moon is nearly entirely nonverbal at this point. A stalking beast in the dark, the desire to chase, and hunt, and catch has become a driving force. Some of the only dialogue I have planned for him are responses to Sun inside his mind. At least until far later. He's been running on autopilot, about 500% more during the day than he was originally intended, with how dark it is inside the building, there are only a few rooms where the ceiling has fallen through enough that Sun can take the front. There's definitely hints of the effects of what would be the robot equivalent of severe sleep deprivation. Malfunctions, doubled up audio in his head, visual glitches, stalls and shut downs. He's in a bad way. But he's more than happy to realize YN is here and they've brought enough lighting that Sun can come out. He can rest. And he's grateful for that. He is extraordinarily dangerous for this though. His impulse control is completely gone. He can't stand vermin inside the building and takes care of any creatures that enter swiftly. This includes other humans, though most of the time he's happy to give them a ten count to run before he hunts. If he catches them... Well.. At least he's not the sadistic type? There haven't been many incidents over the years. A surprisingly few amount actually. Then again, most visitors don't make it far past the double doors before he makes his presence known. SUN on the other hand, oh, he's oh so lonely. Moon has since tuned out most of his ramblings as the days went on, and in the early years oh how he could ramble about when the daycare would reopen, even if he knew it never would. He'd insist on watching out the door, their little window to the outside world, beyond the entry way, or angled out the large front window. It wasn't much of a view but it was something. It was everything... Meeting a former daycare kid, or technically current, they were never checked out on the day of the incident, its exciting! Oh his little star is so grown up now, and still coming to visit. He knew it would only take time, if they were patient. But now he doesn't want to let them go. He will, though, maybe, but he doesn't want to. They have to stay. They can't. They should. They won't. They never do. He knows this. Kids grow up and they leave and don't come back. But YN did. YN came back. That must mean something yes, yes, yes? He expresses his happiness in very childlike ways, drawing pictures on scraps of paper that he's hoarded for years, few sheets remain now so he saves them for special moments. He likes to play simple games and eagerly wants YN to win, but also wants to get to the next game, and the next. Making up for lost time. So much to do. The first little gift YN brings him nearly forces a shutdown from his excitement. It's just some new paper and crayons, once they figure it out that he likes to draw, something like that. DCA Damage- Left eye is constantly flickering in and out. Left arm has also taken the most damage consistently, though more from being harvested for some minor parts to keep the right side working smooth(ish). The left and hand are definitely weaker. Pinky finger is fully missing, and the left ring only has one segment still functional. The two lower rays on sun are stick retracted mostly, as is the upper left. These don't move at all and are still exposed when Moon is out, though his cap mostly hides the top one. The top ray is also bent at an angle that it can get stuck, and occasionally sticks out during changes but again, Hat can hide it. The right leg around the calf is missing some of the covering and has been repaired a few times, though it has a jitter to it sometimes, and occasional blips dead for a moment before catching back up. Their Pants have been damaged through weathering over time. The fiberoptics that shift with light saturation have gone almost entirely dead on th

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Cathan and Noah; The Fall

Noah strained against the two holding him. His wings flared as he tried knocking them away. "YOU CAN'T DO THIS, YOU CAN'T." He screamed while watching Cathan be dragged. The god was limp and golden blood streamed down the side of his head. "LET HIM GO."

Cathan's eyes fluttered open for a brief moment. Clouded eyes looked around before sliding closed again. There wasn't an ounce of fight left in him.

"Noah stop fighting, you'll only end up getting the same punishment." One of the angels holding him, who exactly Noah can't recall, said in his ear. "He knows what he did was wrong and he did it anyways."

"NO! HE WASN'T WRONG, AREEA TRICKED HIM. PLEASE LISTEN." Noah thrashed as he tried to get free. Nothing but Cathan's limp body was on his mind, being pulled closer and closer to the edge of their heavens. Tears had started running down his face at some point, when he wasn't sure, other than they kept dripping off his chin.

Cathan's eyes opened again, looking towards Noah. Looking for him. Ever the protector as he heard his angel in distress. Those clouded eyes cleared a little as he took in what he saw. "Let`em go..." He tried to push himself up, tipping over towards the side. "Fuck-"

"Stop." Leo dug his hand into Cathan's shoulder. Wrong move.

Cathan snapped. Every ounce of strength he had left was put into getting onto his feet and getting Leo to the ground. Blood kept running down the side of his face, staining his shirt gold. He moved fast, putting Leo on his back before turning to face the two holding Noah. "I said. Let. Him. Go." That expression screamed danger, the war god pissed off.

Noah rushed forwards as soon as those hands let him go. He grabbed ahold of Cathan to keep him standing. "Cathan come on, we need to go." He glanced towards the angels standing stunned.

Cathan held on to Noah, heat and anger practically rolling off him. He wasn't healing though. Leo was likely blocking that. He was bound to crash with how heavily he was leaning onto Noah. "Lets go."

Noah glanced towards Leo, who seemed to have hit something important because he hadn't gotten up. He pulled Cathan against him and started walking. He kept Cathan from falling best he could, throwing a wing out to balance them both. His heart dropped when King stood before them. "No..."

Cathan pushed to stand more on his own. He let out a psychotic sounding laugh. "Whats your old ass gonna do to me? Huh?" His grin was feral, running on instinct more than thought.

King sighed softly. "Cathan dont make this harder than it has to, you can barely stand." They walked towards the two.

"When do I ever make things easy?" Cathan summoned his spear, standing at the ready. His whole body was unsteady, waving from side to side as he tried to support his weight.

Noah tried to grab hold of Cathan again. "King please dont, we can explain, please." He stood between the two, eyes wide. "Please, please." He held a hand out to stop him.

King looked at Noah. "I wish it were that easy Noah. I've known Cathan since he was made a god, he wouldn't do something this stupid, at least he wouldn't be caught doing it." They looked between the two, his whole expression looked pained. His face tight and body tense. "The others want him gone though, and until you have proof in their faces you cant stop them."

Cathan growled. He reach out and grabbed ahold of Noah's shoulder, trying to steady himself. "Go to hell King."

Noah turned to look at Cathan. "Cathan please, they're listening." He looked back to King. "How do I save him?"

King rubbed their face. "Honestly... get proof... Remoir would be able to draw up the memories. They'll keep sending people after him until he falls though. He's in no position to fight off anyone else." They looked at Cathan. A moment later and they'd lunged forwards and caught Cathan as he passed out again. "Carry him down."

Noah chewed his lip, brushing Cathan's hair from his face. "Can you keep them from finding him until I can prove he's innocent?" He looked up at King.

King nodded. "I'll do my best, I would suggest you hurry though." They shifted and helped Noah get a hold on the unconscious Cathan.

Noah held Cathan close. "Dont worry Cath, you'll be okay." He started for the edge, and once close enough, took that step off into the mortal world below.

Please let them survive this. Please let him survive this.

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[bbina]

omg i was in the middle of writing my ask out when i got a weverse notif and tried swiping it away but i accidentslly closed the tab 😭😭😭

my memory is gonna fail me here but i'll do my best to rewrite it out🙏🙏

i died a total of 5 times today but btl always resurrects me🫡🫡 the real mvp of this update was actually dad💸 but also #justiceforeunseok cuz not only does his sister who only wants to drive for her bf get promised a car before he does, his life is also put at risk by said sister who only wants to drive for her bf because she was texting the said bf who she wants to drive for while learning to drive for him. i love the song siblings and your assassin au idea i'll need to see that written sometime soon btw i think ur written stuff is spectacular like seriously from what i've read in btl you're so good at conveying emotions through your words 🙏🙏 never be afraid to be confident!!

AND AND ALSO wonbin's hair omg i fear that was the end of me . i was gone. poof! disintegrated! and i feel terribly sorry for the people on my insta cf who had to witness me going feral when i saw the pics😔 but that one insta post with him in the train and the caption being love 119 lisbon ver this post btw i just found it again https://www.instagram.com/p/C5tMpqqR9vy/?igsh=NW9mOXY0djBwdWw3 THAT sent me . he was so crazy for that jsjdjsjdnsjcjs picture this imagine leaving the place u and wonbin grew up in knowing him as the wonbin from love 119 era and returning to see him as wonbin from days in lisbon era like appearance wise Am I Crazy yesni am

i think that is all from me for today i'm so sorry for going on another rant lmao i need sleep😭😭 until next time user bbina i will haunt u again with my lengthy anon asks watch out

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omg rip first ask 😭

at least eunseok has a black card under his name and yn doesn’t… well they share it but point still stands! but what does a card have against a brand new car 😔 dad💸 has an obvious favorite and it’s not eunseok nor yn.. its charlie anyways! eunseok risking his life for his sister who calls the gear shift a prndl…. also texted while driving which is like the golden rule of driving… bless eunseok u need a gf stat..

that assassin au was just a lil brainrot tbh 😔 yall can imagine whatever with that 😭

WONTIPOO THERE I SAID IT.. wonpuppy devoters you have a new member… me 🧍🏻 hes so fucking KIYOWO KIYEOBDA AIGOOOOOOOOO also he lowkey looks like lee jongsuk or maybe thats just me cus his hair is so floofy and his luscious lips im OBSESSED like just last night he was posting slutty instagram pictures AND 6 HOURS LATER HES LOOKING LIKE AN ANGEL.. A CHERUB… CUPID FOR ALL WE CARE

[dw-writes]

Afterlife - Ryomen Sukuna x Death!Reader

Summary: Ryomen Sukuna is dead, and it’s your job to escort him to the afterlife.

Genre: Gen Fic

TW: Major Character Death, canon compliant (if you squint), minor OOC (I worked really hard to keep him in character), angst, swearing

A/N: Some backstory on Death later and we finally have Sukuna’s finished. Ended a little different, but I hope that he’s still in character enough for you all to enjoy! Let me know what you think! 

Similar: Afterlife - Fushiguro Toji || Afterlife - Nanami Kento || Afterlife - Gojo Satoru || Afterlife - Fushiguro Megumi || Afterlife - Ryomen Sukuna

You’d been waiting for Ryomen Sukuna’s death for ages. He was the Big Name on your list, higher up than Gojo had been – though you’d never tell the man that. When the execution came to pass, you were waiting.

He may have killed you centuries ago, but you finally had the upper hand.

Sukuna’s four eyes focused on your face as you approached. They narrowed, and his mouth twisted unkindly into a frown. “I know you,” he grumbled.

“You do,” you replied, “I’ve been waiting a long, long time for you to finally die.”

“The fuck does that—”

You sent him back to the first night he was incarnated again, when Itadori Yuuji ate the first finger, and waited for Sukuna to complete his first recycle. You crossed your ankles and sat, watching everything you’d witnessed over the last decade pass you by again – the memories of the people you’d escorted away rolled on behind you, their deaths imprinted on the fabric of space like ancient nebulous gas – Toji, Kento, Satoru, Megumi. You even kept poor Yuuji’s soul suspended in the seconds after his death to wait for Sukuna to reappear before you.

He when he finally did, he was seething. You weren’t joking when you’d told Toji that recycles were like deleted scenes – Sukuna would have remembered everything once you sent him back. He had to. He’d been even more brutal when he’d been let out of Yuuji’s grasp, destroying more, killing more, savoring in the angst and depression he’d launch his vessel into time and time again.

The man lunged for you the second he saw you, hands arched in a clawed grasp as he gripped the front of your shirt and hauled you off the ground.

“You’ll pay for that,” he ground out.

“What’re you gonna do, kill me? You’ve already done that,” you sniped. His free fist lifted and swung. You watched it fly through the thin air you’d been held in. He stumbled, snarling, and whipped around to where you stood. You wiggled your fingers in a wave. “You have no power here, Ryomen Sukuna.”

He shoved his fists into the deep pockets of his pants, glaring at you. You watched him in return. “You Death now?” he grunted.

You shrugged. “It’s a name,” you replied.

“Liked your old one better.”

“Surprised you remember it, considering how many people you’ve killed,” you quipped.

He grinned something so feral it chilled your bones. “Because your death was more fun.”

Your lip curled. You waved your hand and sat to watch him go through a second recycle. You’d never suspended someone else’s soul for so long. You’d hope it would be okay, that it wouldn’t cause any kind of damage to Yuuji.

Sukuna lunged for you the second he reappeared on your plane. You sent him back before he took his first step.

The two of you repeated the motions for what felt like ages, until you lost count of how many times he had gone through his short second life all over again.

He collapsed to his hands and knees, panting, seething, striking the hard but invisible ground he sprawled upon again and again. You were sure he was thinking of your face. His knuckles started to bleed.

“Are you done?” you asked when he finally stopped.

He glared at you. You remembered how it felt to be afraid of that glare. It didn’t scare you anymore. “Are you gonna send me back if I say no?” he growled.

“Yes.” It was an easy answer.

Sukuna watched you for a moment longer, then heaved a sigh. He rolled back on his haunches and stretched his legs forward, staring off through the sky at nothing in particular.

You leaned your chin on your fist. “I should send you again,” you said. His eyes snapped to you. “You haven’t learned anything. I think this last time you just kinda let everything happen.”

“What’s it matter?” he growled, “I did what you forced me to do.”

“The whole point of a recycle is for you to learn from your mistakes,” you said, “You can’t fix them, obviously – the timeline’s set in stone. But you can make edits, new deleted scenes.”

“I hate your movie reference, you know that?” he grumbled. Two eyes pulled away from you, while one stayed, watching your face.

You didn’t say anything for a long time, didn’t look at him either, just watched the clouds roll by. “You’re already broken down, you know,” you finally said, “You wouldn’t be sitting here, having this conversation with me if you weren’t.” You looked over, twisting your cheek on your knuckles in a way that was too similar to him. He sucked on his teeth. “I heard you used to be human, before you became a power-hungry curse,” you murmured, “Before you started killing everyone.” You sat up. “Did you know you still have a temple in Gifu?”

“Do I now?” he mused, “Maybe I’ll visit.”

“You’re not moving from here until you decide what you’ll do next,” you replied, “Either do the recycle of your own free will, or I’ll continue to put you through until you break completely.”

“Is this a fantasy of yours? Making me suffer?” he quipped, “Or your idea of revenge?”

“Revenge,” you answered, shrugging. His lip twitched: he hadn’t expected you to confess so openly. “I specifically asked for you the moment I got assigned to this role. I wasn’t going to let anyone else do this.”

“Why do you want me to change so badly?” he asked, sitting back, “Hm? What if I don’t want to?”

“Then you’ll be stuck doing recycles for the rest of your soul’s existence,” you said. He huffed. “So?”

He fell back, sprawling out, glaring at the sky.

You waved your hand and sent him through yet another recycle with a suffering groan. You couldn’t watch everything again – it was painful, it was terrible, it broke your heart a little more to see all the wonderful people you’d escorted to the afterlife suffer again and you couldn’t do it. You wondered if you could suspend Sukuna the way you had with Itadori and leave him there until you could deal with him.

The sound of rending flesh marked the reintroduction of Ryomen Sukuna into the world. You knew the script too well – he’d fall into a rant about being back, about being able to go through the world and wreak havoc on everyone and everything. However, silence followed. You rolled over, staring down at the roof of a school you recognized. There was the curse, Megumi, and Sukuna, staring out over the city. His eyes flicked up to the sky. He crossed his arms.

“Fucking pathetic,” he mumbled, “Listening to the words of some useless spirit who couldn’t even use jujutsu when they were alive.”

Everything changed from there. The times that Sukuna was free were the same, but there were more as he proved to be helpful – obnoxious, rude, brash, short tempered and full of himself, but helpful. The other times that he had any kind of influence, he tipped the scales in Itadori’s favor. When it came time to kill him and Itadori, it was almost reluctant.

He swore up a storm when he appeared next to you. “Happy? Can we go now?” he griped, sitting next to you, “I did some good deeds. Take me to my afterlife.”

“You didn’t actually learn anything!” you argued as you sat up, “You just did what you thought I wanted you to!”

He bristled. “Wasn’t that the point?”

“No! The point of a recycle is to learn a lesson from the terrible things you’ve done and the good that you could’ve done!” You stared at him. “I’m starting to think you’re not capable of being a good person,” you challenged.

He froze. It took everything in your power to not smile. You had him. He couldn’t turn away from your words or else he’d be proving you right. And after so many recycles, so many repeats of the same terrible events that he was forced to sit through, he didn’t have the willpower to say no.

He grabbed your arm and hauled you to your feet. “Send me back,” he snarled, “I’ll prove you wrong.”

“If you do, I’ll escort you to your afterlife as soon as you get back,” you promised. You snapped your fingers in his face.

Watching him suffer through semi-good deeds and having a modicum of decency left a bitter taste in your mouth. He’d been capable of doing so much good, he just didn’t want to. And you would never admit that your heart did a bit of a flip when he smiled for the first time – an actual smile, not the evil twist of a grin he’d had before. He wasn’t great. He still had the terrible attitude but extended the lives of everyone in that last recycle. His and Itadori’s execution were deemed necessary to prevent the exploitation of Sukuna’s power.

He was quiet when he returned to your plane. You turned to him, watching the flex of his jaw and his shoulders and his arms as he clenched his fists at his sides. He didn’t protest when you stepped forward and took his wrist in your hand, pulling him along.

Suddenly, he jerked his wrist free. “What the fuck was that?” he snarled, “What the fuck was that?!”

“What was what?” you asked, frowning, turning to face him. He shoved his hands through his hair, pacing away, then back. He snapped his hands out and wrapped them up in the front of your shirt again, hauling you to him. “Hey! Let go!”

“What the fuck did you put me through?” he demanded through clenched teeth, “That wasn’t what happened, that wasn’t normal, that was—”

“You being a semi-decent person!” you cut in. You grabbed his wrists when he shook you, curling your legs to brace your foot against his chest. “It feels different, doesn’t it?” you asked. His chest heaved beneath you. “Feels better? It’s a nicer feeling that settles inside you than the one that you get from killing every single person you possibly can?”

He dropped you. “The fuck would you know about it?” he growled, “All you’re good for is being on the other end of the killing blow.”

You rolled onto your elbows, looking up at him, asking, “Is that supposed to hurt me?” He spun away from you again. “You’re not the first unhinged mass murderer to have this kind of reaction, you know.” You arched an eyebrow and carefully stood, watching him warily. “Do you need a minute.”

He whirled on you. “Don’t treat me like a child!” he snarled.

“Stop acting like one!” you shouted back, “I’m offering you time to process, that’s not treating you like a child, that’s treating you like an adult.” You crossed your arms. “It’s a lot more than you’ve ever offered anyone.”

Sukuna’s shoulders heaved with the deep breaths he was taking, one fist balled at his side while the other carded and tugged at his hair. Your stomach curdled as a need to provide some kind of comfort rose in your chest. He took a bit longer, staring at the familiar landscape of Japan far below. His hand fell from his hair and encircled your wrist, tugging you in the general direction you two had been walking.

The quiet that fell between you both was heavy and taut. It stretched when you took the lead, stepping over the coast of Japan and out into the open air beyond. You didn’t try to adjust your grip on him, and he didn’t release your wrist.

The sun bled into the sky as you two walked, turning the clear blue into the warning red of a dangerous morning. It cast your shadows across the sky like you were clouds, and it was them that warned you of the approach of his stairs.

You slowed to a stop before them, inhaling through your nose to calm the anxious nerves in your fingers. You’d known that they would be the wooden steps of his domain, the same found at his shrine, but you hadn’t expected the variety of flowers. Withered husks of chrysanthemums lined the stairs, choked out by the vibrant heads of black dahlias, orange lilies, and buttercups. Sukuna plucked a buttercup and flicked it away, scoffing. “What’s this nonsense?” he muttered.

“It’s the universe saying you’re childish,” you said, ascending the stairs without waiting for him. He scooped another buttercup up and flung it at you. You stopped, arching an eyebrow, and said, “Point proven.” You hesitated before tugging your hand free and flipping it over, presenting your palm to him.

He arched an eyebrow. “I don’t hold hands,” he drawled, pointedly shoving his own in his pockets.

“Then you don’t want your soul intact when you reach the top,” you said. You wiggled your fingers. “There’s things beyond the stairs that enjoy eating the lonely souls on the stairs. So, unless you like feeding the—”

He slapped his hand into yours. “I’m not feeding any bottom feeders,” he grunted, “Lets go.”

You had to spin away to hide your violent eyeroll. You continued on. The further up you climbed, the more buds and blossoms you saw – vibrant pink petals of hibiscus flowers pushed through the wooden slats. They slowed your progress – partially because of their position, partially because of their meaning. Sukuna had to have done something you hadn’t seen or noticed for the flowers of his soul to change so drastically. They spilled across the landing, tapering off at his gate – a half closed shoji.

He didn’t release your hand when you let him go. In fact, if you weren’t mistaken, his grip tightened around your fingers. You glanced over. His eyes were focused on the door.

“Why’s it closed?” he asked.

“You’ve died before,” you said, “When your soul was fragmented between your fingers, it yanked what little came to the afterlife back. Broke your gate.” You took a step closer, eyeing the darkness beyond it. “Dunno what kind of damage that did to your afterlife, though.”

“Is that the afterlife I’m returning to?” he asked. You almost missed the faint pitching of his words. “The one I got before?”

“I don’t know, Sukuna, I’ve never dealt with a soul like yours before,” you countered, “But you won’t know unless you go through.”

“What if I don’t?” he asked, “You’ve been keeping the brat suspended this whole time? Why can’t you do that for me?”

“You’re scared,” you whispered.

“The fuck I am,” he growled. His eyes skipped over your face, then back to the door.

You shook your hand free of his iron grip and walked to his gate, pulling the other shoji open. A light flickered in the darkness beyond, then another, until the whole of it was awash with a golden glow. You looked back at him, waving your hand through it. “I’ll come visit and make sure that you’re still in one piece if you go through,” you promised, “But you have to go through.”

“Why?” he asked, stepping back, “I could do whatever the brat’s doing, too.”

“Sukuna,” you groaned, pinching the bridge of your nose. You were regretting ever insisting on taking his job. “You can’t just—”

“We’ll see about that,” he said with a smirk worming across his face. “Find me when you change your mind.” And then, he disappeared.

You shoved his gate shut with a suffering groan.

~*~Thanks for Reading~*~

[theyreonlynoodlesmike]

Boom, what if they knocked down and tied up Tommy before he killed anyone (like Sam in 94) and now reader and the gang are just dragging around Tommy (scary dog privileges). And reader is just talking to him to ease their nerves and it seems like he still understands them even if he's just responding in huff, grunts, and aggressive nods

Ooh!!!! This is such a cool idea!!!! I hope you enjoy!!!

Are You in There? (Tommy Slater x Reader)

Warnings: angst, mentions of restraints and a gag, Tommy is trying to kill everyone still, possessed!Tommy, the reader and Arnie kind of sit on the sidelines while Alice and Cindy do everything :), Arnie and Alice are canon compliantly jerks, discussed murder/abandonment

Word Count: 1.5k

You sat with Tommy's head in your lap. You were trying to keep him calm by petting his head, rubbing his temples. But this wasn't just a headache you were trying to cure.

Something was seriously wrong with your boyfriend. Like, seriously wrong.

He'd gone for an axe, just before you, Cindy, Arnie, and Alice had stopped him. You'd tied him up, and even gagged him. If you didn't, he'd yell and try to bite. And if his hands were free? Well, he'd already given Arnie a nasty bruise on the cheek and he'd nearly thrown Cindy. He was like a feral dog more than your sweet Tommy, and, well, you needed to not draw attention to where the five of you had gone exploring. Especially with what was in the next room.

Really, how would you explain your boyfriend's sudden urge to kill everyone he saw? Even if you did show them the room that Alice and Cindy had found, his name on the wall, it still sounded crazy. And what would they do with him?

You shook your head. It didn't matter, because it wasn't going to happen. You were going to fix him. You'd told him that a few times. Without mobility and the ability to bite or yell, the boy in your lap settled for glares full of hatred as his only response.

It was a little jarring to see him look at you with such contempt. Usually, his eyes were soft and kind. He was nice to everyone, but he saved a special part of his sweetness for you. And now?

You sighed as you brushed your hand over his cheek, trying to will this away with your thoughts alone. This wasn't your Tommy. It looked like him, but, whoever this was, it wasn't the man that you fell in love with.

"What are we gonna do?" Cindy asked, her arms folded in front of her. You were wondering the same thing, and your heart sank when Alice said,

"I say we leave his ass." And both you and Cindy cried out at the same time,

"No!"

"We can't!" And the pair of you looked at eachother, and then at the bleached blonde. It comforted you that at least Cindy was on your side, but hurt was etched in your face as you started at Alice. You couldn't believe that she would just leave him behind. But, Arnie sided with his girlfriend,

"Did you two forget the part where he tried to axe me? And then punched me in the face? Or, Cindy, when he fucking threw you?" And you grimaced. Yeah, Tommy hadn't exactly done himself any favors when it came to getting people on his side. But, you looked up at them, and then directly at Alice.

"You saw his name on that wall, Alice. Whatever this is- whatever that is," You said, and pointed towards the room. "It's not Tommy. It's the witch." And you knew, you knew, that you were right. You could feel it. And you knew she did too. How else could you explain everything? Nurse Lane had been right about everything so far, so you grabbed the book from her. She yelled,

"Hey!" When you snatched it but you didn't care. You flipped through it, and read from it,

"She reaches from beyond the grave to make good men her wicked slaves- See! This is what I mean! Tommy's possessed." You said, and, the three of them looked between eachother. You knew Alice and Arnie, to some degree, believed in the witch. But Cindy?

"Don't be ridiculous. The witch isn't real." And you gave her a glare. You gestured towards the room, and then asked,

"Oh, so did that just develop over time? Listen to yourself, Cindy! That's witchcraft!" You yelled, and Tommy shook in your lap. Your rising voice seemed to be riling him up, and you quickly shushed him. You stroked his face, trying to calm him, but he didn't calm so easily. He huffed and shook, but when you started scratching his scalp, in a place you knew he liked, he seemed to falter for a second. He sighed, and you watched as he settled. It made part of your heart swell, even if his eyes didn't soften.

"So- So, what if it is the witch?" Alice started, and you looked up in surprise. Everyone looked to her, and she continued with, "Well, Nurse Lane- Nurse Lane tried to kill Tommy. Maybe, we should-" And you couldn't believe what she was saying. First leaving him and now killing him? You stared at her in shock, and you were quick to yell,

"No!" And, thank God, Cindy agreed with you. She was quick to ask,

"Are you crazy? You want to kill someone? Kill Tommy?" And, you swore that Cindy was possibly the only one with sense between the three of them. Already, you were missing Tommy's even-tempered mind. Quickly, she tried to defend herself,

"Well, what else are we supposed to do with psycho here?" She said, gesturing towards him. You broke in, your voice even as you said,

"We help him. We break the curse." Your voice was serious, even if Arnie scoffed. You glared at him, and your voice was almost deadly as you stared at him and said, "He would do it for you." You paused, looking at Cindy before settling on Alice. "Tommy would do it if it was any of you." And neither Alice or Arnie seemed to have a smart remark to reply to that with. They knew it was true. Tommy was just like that. He wouldn't even give it a second thought. Even if he didn't believe in the witch, or her stupid curse.

"Well, how exactly are we supposed to break the curse?" Arnie said, and you didn't even have to answer. Alice, from memory, said in a deadpan voice,

"By cutting off her cursed hand, she keeps her grip upon the land." And then you watched as she let out a sigh and rubbed her forehead. It seemed the situation was weighing heavily on everyone. "We have to find Sarah Fiers hand and put it back with the rest of her body." Alice said, and the four of you looked between eachother. Yeah, this wasn't exactly the treasure hunt you had planned for later on in the week. Sarcastically, Arnie said,

"Great. This is gonna be so fun."

***

Getting Tommy up had been an ordeal all in itself. He'd thrashed, squirmed, and basically tried to harm anyone around him in any way he could. And getting him through the crawlspace you'd found behind the desk? Yeah, right. So, you and Arnie sat in the creepy room with all the creepy names, with Tommy's head back in your lap. At first, you'd offered to watch him by yourself, but the three of them had each given you a glance.

Getting him restrained between the four of them had been difficult, but leaving him with just you? Yeah, no way. So, Arnie sat a few feet away with his back against the wall, playing with a loose string of his tank top, just in case Tommy got loose. You, on the other hand, were talking to Tommy.

"Y'know, after all this is over, I bet the witch would make a great Halloween costume." You said, rambling on about anything and everything that came to your mind. You were trying to understand the curse more. The whole 'wicked slaves' thing was sort of vague. Part of you wondered if Tommy was even still there, or if it was the witch inside him. But, you'd started to lean towards the former a little bit. Tommy grunted. It was muffled behind the gag, but that wasn't the first time.

He seemed to be almost reacting to some of the things you said, even if the reaction wasn't always kind. When you argued earlier, he'd gotten riled up. But, when you talked to him like this, all he did was let out little grunts and huffs.

You stared down at him. At his strawberry blonde hair and his crystal blue eyes. He had a cut jaw, and nice cheekbones. You even smiled as you traced the dimple in his chin. He was your kind, sweet, perfect boyfriend. And you weren't going to let a stupid witch have him.

"Are you in there, Tommy?" You whispered, tracing his jaw. You just wanted to know, wanted some sort of sign. Something solid. Something sure. But, before you could ask him something else, Arnie let his hands fall to his lap with a clap and said,

"Can you not get all," He interrupted himself with a gesture of his hands, and you gave him a look. Really, sometimes, you didn't know what Alice saw in him.

"Are you gonna be an ass all night?" You asked, and, to your surprise, Tommy seemingly huffed in agreement. It made you smile, and, to you, that was as good of a confirmation as any.

[subspencer]

the to-do list

Pairing: Spencer Reid x fem!Reader

Summary: Reader is worried that she’s not adventurous enough in bed. So, she makes a secret checklist of things to try with Spencer. Based on this request.

Category: Smut, 18+ ONLY, minors dni

Warnings/Includes: switch!Spencer, (sort of?) corruption kink, exhibitionism, mile high club, brief description of oral, unprotected sex, creampie, brief mentions of other stuff but no descriptions

Word Count: 3k

Spencer’s girlfriend has a secret checklist. It could be called a bucket list, of some sort, but really all of the items on it pertain to sexual acts to perform with Spencer, on Spencer, or in front of Spencer. So checklist is a more appropriate term.

The list came into existence after a girl’s night game of Never Have I Ever, in which she discovered there was an embarrassing number of things she’d never done. Some of them seemed nearly impossible to have gone twenty-something years without doing, especially when in a committed relationship. That was made abundantly clear to her when the girls pointed it out, teasing her — and by association, Spencer — for being more than vanilla.

There was no real reason she hadn’t tried those certain things — she wasn’t adverse to the idea of most of them at all. Really, it was just that she never bothered to dip her toes beyond what was familiar.

When Emily, Penelope, and Tara had nearly all ten of their fingers down after a couple rounds, she finally realized she might’ve been coming up short in the sex department. She figured it was about time to find out what she’s missing, so she made a list of everything she needed to try. And one by one, she and Spencer checked the items off.

One of the more simple things on the list, and perhaps her favorite, was giving her first blowjob. It wasn’t something she felt compelled to try with any of the guys she’s been with before, and Spencer, though he was very curious about it, was too much of a gentleman to ask for one.

So when she asked him to sit on the edge of his bed and dropped to her knees in front of him, he didn’t stop to ask questions. His mind went blank the second her fingers undid his zipper. It was Spencer’s first, too, and his fingers knotted in her hair as she took him in as deep as she could, hollowing her cheeks around his cock and swirling her tongue as her head bobbed up and down. Spencer always made pretty sounds in bed, but in this instance she envied his memory because she wished she could replay his moans and gasps from that first blowjob all over again in her mind.

Another favorite was allowing the favor to be reciprocated until completion. She figured she might just be someone who couldn’t get off from oral, because though she always welcomed Spencer to go down, she got impatient every time and pulled his head up by his hair, demanding him to fuck her already. Spencer was one to oblige every request, but he couldn’t pretend that he wasn’t overjoyed when one time she never stopped him short.

There were no interruptions, no hands shoving his face away from its rightful place against her, just increasing moans and shaking legs as Spencer was encouraged to give more. She can still remember the half-moon shapes his nails left on her thighs from where he had to grip them so tightly as she rode out her high. And she definitely remembers the almost feral look in his eyes after, because since that first time he insists on doing it again nearly every day.

There were more or less a dozen other items that slowly but surely got ticked off the list.

Handcuffs in the bedroom — fun, but perhaps better saved for special occasions. Or if Spencer was being extra good and deserved a treat.

Various new positions — a reminder to stretch more. And that sixty-nine is not as easy as it sounds on paper.

She let Spencer put a blindfold on her — it was decided they both prefer it more when the blindfold is on him. It keeps him guessing.

Spanking — both of them like this one, either giving or receiving. Surprisingly, she thinks she might like receiving it a little more, and Spencer is always excited to give.

Shower sex — a bit of a logistical nightmare, yet still a weekly staple. It’s slippery, yes, but it’s also relaxing and intimate. And Spencer just enjoys putting his hands on her wet, soapy body.

Sending dirty texts — great, but Spencer prefers taking nude polaroids of her instead. He keeps a few in his wallet for easy access. And because he knows Garcia can’t hack his wallet and find them.

And there were more items that went in the same tune until there was just one left. The one she was most nervous to attempt.

She wondered if joining the mile high club was better or worse if it was on the BAU jet. They’d have ample opportunities to do it, but they’d also be surrounded by their colleagues, and there is no coming back from getting caught.

But the main challenge was convincing Spencer to do it in the first place.

The initial plan of attack was to drop some “subtle” hints. She brought it up for the first time one night in their shared hotel room, right after Spencer fucked her against the bathroom counter, her legs wrapped around his waist.

“We could totally do that in the jet bathroom.”

“Yeah, I guess the basics are the same. Cramped space and a ledge to lean on.” Spencer was completely aloof as he picked up the scattered articles of clothing from the floor, rattling off about the size and dimensions of the airplane bathroom and missing the entire point of the comment.

She mentioned it again a little later, hoping the repetition may help him catch the drift.

“What’s the craziest place you’ve had sex?” she asked, completely catching him off guard as he ate a breakfast of frosted flakes in his kitchen.

“Um.. I don’t know? You tell me,” he shrugged, knowing that whatever the craziest place was, it was definitely with her.

“What about doing it on the jet?” It couldn’t get more obvious.

“We haven’t done that, silly. OH! I’m gonna say it was in my car,” he nodded with a wide grin, confident in his answer that unfortunately brushed past the proposition far too quickly.

It was time to change methods.

The new plan was to see if she could get him turned on enough on the jet to motivate him to do something about it right then and there. It seemed easy enough.

She sat next to him on the small couch, as she always did, and cuddled up to his side as he read his book.

Once everyone was distracted, she snaked a hand onto his thigh, allowing it to rest there long enough for Spencer to get over his initial shock and relax into her touch. As soon as he let his guard down, she moved her hand up another inch or two, watching him squirm again as he fought his mind from wandering. She repeated that cycle every five minutes until it drove him insane, his willpower diminishing in tandem with the proximity of her hand.

When everyone finally fell asleep, she craned her head to press small kisses on his neck, alternating between quick pecks and lingering ones, sucking warm and wet little flecks onto his skin that drew soft sighs without fail.

“What are you doing?” his breath was raspy and low as he muttered into her ear.

“Nothing.” She kept her tone innocent and sweet as she continued to sprinkle the teasing kisses across the column of his throat.

Her hand finally found its way directly on top of the bulge straining against his slacks and gave it a gentle squeeze. Spencer grinded himself into her palm, desperate to feel some friction, his jaw slacked and pupils wide. She dragged a thumb across his length, stopping to rub slow circles over the sensitive tip, drawing out a wet spot at the front of his trousers.

But even with his skin flushed red and his cock leaking and half-near orgasm, Spencer still found the restraint to stop her from jerking him off right on the jet and ripped her hand away, placing it in her lap as if the action could permanently force her to keep her hands to herself.

“I can’t go to the crime scene with cum in my pants,” he hissed, squeezing her wrist tighter.

She smirked at the opportunity, wrapping her warm lips around his ear lobe and tugging with her teeth before whispering with hot breath. “Then put it in me.”

For a second she saw him consider it. His eyes had a dark cast, gaze flickering between her eyes and lips as he swallowed the thick lump in his throat. But then Emily woke up and it was yet another failed attempt.

She resigned to the fact that it just wouldn’t happen, and that the item might remain unchecked on the secret list. So she cleared the idea from her mind, not wanting to keep pushing Spencer toward something he clearly didn’t have an interest in, or to keep embarrassing herself by trying.

And then a couple weeks later, as the team wrapped another case up, she came back to their hotel room to find Spencer sitting on the bed, facing away from the door.

“Hey, baby,” she greeted. When Spencer didn’t respond, she crawled onto the bed behind him, placing both hands on his shoulders and attacking the side of his face with kisses, giggling into his messy curls. “I said hey.”

Still nothing. Her eyes followed his line of sight down to his hands and went wide with realization.

“Spencer, where did you get that!?” She tried to snatch the crumpled piece of paper from him, but he was too quick to pull it away.

“I was looking for gum in your purse,” he explained, reading the sheet over again in complete amusement, “but I found something better.”

Spencer was much too excited about it, bordering on smug, and she rolled off the bed away from him in annoyance.

“Is this what I think it is?” She remained silent, suddenly feeling very insecure about the note. “Did you... did you make a list of things to do in bed?”

“You weren’t supposed to see that, it’s so stupid.”

“Hey, who said it’s stupid?” He tugged on her fingers, pulling her back onto the bed next to him. “I just wanna know where it came from.”

“Well... when I went out with the girls, we started talking about all the things we’ve done…” she paused to see if Spencer could guess where this was going, and of course he didn’t, “... in bed. And I hadn’t even done half of what they have, so I wrote some of them down. I — I wanted to try them with you.”

“So you… you’ve never done these with anyone else?” Spencer’s eyes widened as he pieced the puzzle together. He looked down again at the discarded sheet laying on pillows, his pride swelling at how long the list was. “I’m the first?”

She nodded in assent and no sooner was Spencer pushing her back flat against the mattress, settling his body on top of hers.

“God, that’s so hot,” he spoke into her neck as he sucked purple bruises into it, allowing his hands to roam freely under her shirt. His nimble fingers made quick work of her bra clasp, pulling the hem of the top up to attach his lips to her exposed nipple. He rolled the other in his fingers, tugging gently as she arched into his touch, rolling her hips up to grind against his. He groaned and pushed back, nestling himself perfectly between her legs.

Suddenly his motions halted and he popped his head up, looking at her with wide eyes and freshly ruffled hair. “We haven’t finished the list yet!”

“I — I didn’t think you were interested in the last one.”

“If my girlfriend makes a list of ways she wants to fuck me, I’m interested.”

A devilish grin took over her face. “Well, we fly home tomorrow.”

And true to the plan, they arrived on the jet the next day with at least a vague sense of strategy: wait until everyone is asleep then go at it in the bathroom. It wasn’t the most elaborate of plans, but there wasn’t much else to think of.

Except for the possibility that the others might not go to sleep.

The flight was already halfway through its journey and everyone was still wide awake, and Spencer was growing incredibly impatient. Perhaps even more than his girlfriend, now that he knew this would be part of a long list of things he got to be her first for.

That fact seemed to encourage him, the thrill of forever being her first at something. Never mind that she’d be his firsts, too.

Spencer’s not stupid, he knows that bending her over the bathroom counter while everyone is awake to hear it is a horrible idea. But his willpower doesn’t extend far enough to stop him from dropping his hand to her exposed knee, rubbing it softly just to be able to touch her. It seemed innocent enough in case anyone might see.

He kept his eyes on the open book he was pretending to read as his fingers traced the inside of her thigh, pushing up the hem of her skirt ever so slightly.

He inched his hand up and slowly spread his long fingers apart until they covered the length of her inner thigh. The tips stopping just below her cunt, delicately tracing lines back and forth parallel to the seam of her underwear.

And she quickly discovers there’s no taste worse than your own medicine. There was gentle brushes and concealed touches, all the things that she did to him. But where Spencer would’ve stopped her teasing before it got too far, she wouldn’t have done the same.

She covered up his hands by bringing her own down to her lap, silently encouraging him to continue unseen.

Spencer looked down at her through his thick lashes, bottom lip stuck between his teeth. Looking for more confirmation that she wanted this. The answer came in the form of her shifting subtly down the seat, pressing her clothed pussy firmly against his hand.

His cock twitched against the confines of his slacks when he felt the damp patch on the fabric. His knuckles brushed against her clit and her knees clamped shut, holding him in place as she brought her lips close to his ear to let him hear her soft whines.

He has to put his book over his lap to cover how hard he is, and it almost makes him regret starting this game. Almost.

Because just as she starts desperately grinding against his hand, squirming for more friction, he notices that everyone’s asleep. And then it’s a race to the bathroom, Spencer positioning her directly in front of him to cover his bulge as they stand up.

Their mouths are on each other before the door even closes, her hands wasting little time in going for his zipper. Both desperate to have each other after all the anticipation. She immediately perched herself on the countertop, spreading her legs wide so Spencer could fit in between them, just like in that hotel room. A confused whine fell from her mouth when he lifted her off from the ledge, interrupting her plan.

“No. Like this,” he growled, turning her around and pushing her hips against the edge of the counter, bending her over it. She muttered a “Fuck,” under her breath as he pressed his cock against her backside, knowing he preferred this angle because he could get deeper.

His lips trailed down her neck as he tugged the skirt up to her hips and pulled her panties to the side, running his cock along her folds to gather the wetness that had been pooling there.

“Shit, you’re so fucking wet.”

He quickly inserted his thumb into her mouth to stop any sounds from escaping before lining himself up. Her moans vibrated against the digit as he slowly pushed in, stretching her out and letting her adjust before starting to move. Slowly and deliberately, at first, then quickly gaining speed.

She pushed her hips back to meet his thrusts until he pinned them against the ledge with his own, holding them still so he could set his pace faster.

The hand that was resting on her waist came up to her chest, groping at the flesh over her blouse. Her spine arched into his palm, bending forward to give him more leverage to get deeper to that spot inside her repeatedly.

He alternated between a few quick thrusts followed by a deep one, holding himself there for a moment before repeating.

Her cunt tightened around him as he held still against her, applying firm pressure to her spot with the head of his cock.

“Fuck, do that again, please,” he grunted against her neck, pushing his hips into her ass with bruising force to get impossibly closer. A loud whine nearly escaped her lips as he did so, the motion sending her over the edge.

She sucked harder around his thumb, using it to keep her cries at bay as she reached her climax. Her walls fluttered around him as she did, giving him exactly what he needed.

“Remember what you said before, baby?” he hummed in her ear, “Do you still want me to cum inside you?”

“Please.”

Immediately his thrusts became erratic, hips snapping forward a handful of times before he spilled into her in hot spurts, biting down on her shoulder to stifle his moan as he came.

Still heaving from the comedown, he pulled her panties back on, using the fabric to keep his cum from spilling out.

She turned to feverishly attach her lips to his, panting into the open mouthed kiss. When they finally broke apart, both looked completely wrecked with swollen lips, flushed skin, bruised necks. Still, they tried their best to fix themselves, straightening out their rustled clothes and smoothing knotted hair.

Before Spencer turned the door handle, he pulled her side into him, pressing a kiss onto her forehead. “We should make another list.”

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