#I’m gonna go ahead and cry rq

[ruanais]

rua i really dont mean to be rude.. but the theme.. is not.. its just not..

:(

《still gonna end this on a nice note so have a griseo wrapped in a blanket burrito 》

[superphantom]

Enthralled with the idea of Danny from Danny legit dies and has a physical corpse but can still kinda be human au and the Winchesters from just regular canon bumping into each other while... hiding bodies.

Three teens carrying a fourth by his arms and legs into the woods. Would they even be able to tell that it’s Danny’s corpse? It’s gotta be pretty much cooked through at that point. Hold on, I’m going to write something rq, apologies for any mistakes/bad writing but the concept is just too fun. If you think so too, go ahead and try your hand at it, this has so many excellent interpretations.

Edit but not really cuz I haven’t actually posted anything yet: I’ve only read back through this once but I’m pretty happy with how it’s turned out, just wanted to add a quick warning for horrific death and descriptions of a corpse and all that. 

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Digging graves always sucked, naturally. It’s hard to plow through a good six feet of rocks and dirt and bones and whatever other crap might be waiting below the surface (one time, in some backwoods in Ohio they’d hit a bathtub around three feet down. Never got an explanation for that one). But, of course, the muggy pits of July made things much worse.

Sam had shed his top layer in the car, and was now down to a single shirt. He probably would’ve taken that off too, had it not been glued onto his back from sweat. Dean, who’d made a dig at Sam earlier that night for not being able to “take the heat like a man” still wore his flannel over his shirt, though it was beginning to soak through.

Laborious elements aside, what really made grave digging so tedious was the inability to fill it with anything else. It wasn’t like they could play music or anything, when they were in graveyards they had to keep a low profile, and all the other smart places to go hiding a corpse don’t get radio reception. And talking? With the amount of dust and dirt they kicked up, not to mention the work itself, it was more like trying to reason with a bully as they threw sand in your face. Gritty, painful, and overall, not worth it. So the brothers dug side by side with only light from a half-dead camping lantern and the singing of insects to keep them company.

Sam hit a rock with the tip of his shovel to knock it loose from the wall, the scooped it up and heaved it over the side of the grave. It was still only about knee height, meaning they’d have to put in another two hours minimum if they wanted to get the man hidden.

He’d been working with a witch to dodge death as he cheated his way through some shady business dealings. Actually, he’d been fairly easy to subdue- probably why he needed the witch in the first place- but once Dean had yanked the hexbag from where it hung around his stick-figure neck he’d begun to convulse and when he stopped, well, he wasn’t going to start convulsing again. That, however, was a problem for tomorrow.

Sam knocked a few rocks loose this time, letting them pile around his feet then launching them all over his shoulder at once. With the sound of metal clacking against rock gone, he realized Dean had stopped digging and was leaning against the handle of his shovel cautiously looking out into the woods. Sam moved in next to him and tried to figure out where he was looking.

“What are y-“ he asked. Dean shushed him before he could finish, then signaled for him to listen and pointed just past a thick bramble, to a gap between two trees. It would’ve been impossible to spot without years of hunting experience, out about 100 yards away were little moving. They weren’t even shadows, it was simply just movement in the dark. “Dude-“

Dean shushed him again, and shot him a dirty look before pointing more forcefully in the direction of the movement and focusing back in place. He gestured once again for Sam to listen. For a few moments they stood in silence, barely breathing. It was faint, but Sam began to make out what was unmistakably English. a dull beam of light swung around towards them then went back to facing the other direction, effectively re-blacking out the figures. Sam reached back, not taking his eyes off the movement, and now occasional glimpses of light, and snapped off the lantern.

It took a few seconds for their eyes to adjust to the dark. Once they could see each other again, Dean tilted his head to the left, pointed a few times with two fingers in a two directions then held one finger against his mouth. Sam nodded and they both began creeping in opposite directions with the intention of surrounding who or what was having a chat out in the woods at night.

Sam moved as if he were gliding above the forest floor. He could vaguely make out Dean doing the same, though he was now could see Dean about as well as he’d been able to see the... three? He hovered further. Definitely three people (or, by his guess witches), earlier. Now that he was getting closer, though, he began to take note of a few things.

There were three short witches(?) standing fanned out around something slumped on the forest floor, their dying halogen flashlight held limp in one of their hands, flickering sadly. The witch farthest from flashlight-witch and closest to Sam held a shovel, though didn’t make any moves to use it. None of them moved, they all just stood there and stared at whatever was at their feet.

He signaled to Dean that he was going to go in from the front. He was pretty sure he saw the shadows nod to him, so he took that as an okay. Like a mouse on cotton, he positioned himself just far enough into the forest that they couldn’t quite see, Dean doing the same but behind them.

“I- What do we do?” the one holding the flashlight muttered. His nose was awfully clogged, it sounded like he’d been crying.

“I don’t know, Tuck.” The one holding the shovel answered. She also sounded upset, but more like she was doing everything she could to push back tears, a tone that Sam knew very well. “Danny, are you sure you wanna do this?”

The one in the middle, Danny, shook his head. Each of his arms reached across his middle, like he was trying to hug himself, or maybe more like he was trying to make himself look small, trying to hide. “I-“ his voice cracked and he let out a few sobs. The leaves and sticks made a simultaneous crack as he fell down onto his knees, folding over himself and shaking with pure, cutting sorrow.

Flashlight, or Tuck apparently, and Shovel got down beside him, hugging him from either side. They held one another and sobbed, one of them, Shovel, creaking out some pained “I’m sorry, I’m so sorry”’s between wordless wails. From the looks of them, they couldn’t be more than 12 years old. Or maybe they could, Sam wasn’t a pediatrician. They were undoubtedly much too young to be in the middle of nowhere, all alone in a fragile mental state doing who-knows-what.

Sam looked to Dean then gestured with his head to let him know he was going to talk to the kids. Dean shook his head and violently gestured with his gun at the kids. Wait. Not /at/ the kids, beyond them. He’d neglected studying the white-wrapped body in front of them. That explained the tears. He couldn’t help but feel for them, even though for all he knew they’d just murdered someone in cold blood. He looked back to Dean and nodded, then signaled again.

Keeping his gun at the ready, but tucking it behind his back he slowly and deliberately stepped out of the trees, intentionally making noise so they’d see him coming. Tuck looked up with bloodshot eyes and a runny nose. Danny and Shovel tensed but didn’t further acknowledge him.

“Um, hey,” he said, trying his best for nonthreatening and landing at the border of creepy and awkward. “Are you guys good?”

Tuck’s eyes flooded with tears, but he got up on shaky legs, trying to pull Danny and Shovel up with him. They weakly joined him, leaning against one another for support. Despite the warm night, all three were trembling.

“I’m, uh, I’m not here to hurt you,” Sam started, not really sure where he was going with this, “I’m Sam Winchester, what are your names?”

Tuck gave him the same watery stare he’d had the whole time, like Sam was the saddest thing he’d ever seen. Shovel looked up next, she was more angry. Maybe her smeared and ruined makeup should’ve made her look silly, but all it did was add to the aggression she exuded. He could see her squeezing both her friend’s shoulders and tugging them very slightly to the left, wordlessly signaling- or at least trying to- an escape plan. Sam pretended not to notice.

“I just wanna know what happened here,” he inched his way towards the corpse. As he got closer he could smell burnt hair and flesh, another thing he was all too familiar with. He didn’t break eye contact as he squatted down and gently pulled the sheet back from a tuft of what he assumed was hair.

He bit the inside of his cheek upon seeing the boy. Fried was the only word that could describe him. His mouth hung open, as did his eyes- or at least, what was left of them. Ooze had dribbled from every orifice and re-solidified in horrible mauve blobs. His hair was barely more than a charred mess, his skin was peeling and bubbled in places, and so discolored Sam could barely make out the dusting of freckles across his nose. This was a death in agony if he’d ever seen one.

He folded the cloth back over the boy’s head and straightened up, pulling the gun from where it had waited behind his back.

“Alright,” he said firmly, “I’m gonna need some answers.”

Danny looked up, letting Sam properly see his face for the first time. His red-rimmed eyes widened at the sight of the gun, lips tightening into a thin line. It was a look of fear and resignation. He ran the back of his hand across his nose. Sam noticed a dusting of freckles on it. He looked to the sheet and then back to Danny, then checked once more.

“What the hell is going on here.” Sympathy gone, Sam allowed himself to posture intimidatingly. Whatever freaks these- these- these... freaks! were, they weren’t about to get away with cooking some kid alive. “Talk.”

The “or I’ll shoot” was silent, but understood. Danny cleared his throat, one hand rubbed nervously on the back of his neck.

“It- I-“ he stuttered, then in a barely audible trembling voice he said, “I, uh, I think I’m dead.”  

[sparetimeimagines]

HI CAN I RQ A PART 2 WITH THE “CHOOSE” OSAMU SMUT PLZ I WANT TO SEE ATSUMU HURT MORE, T-T but dont force urself tho if u dont want to i just realllyyy love that one :D

Chance | Miya Osamu | Miya Atsumu

Tags; Violence, Smut, Toxic!Atsumu, jealousy, Possessive!Osamu, Boyfriend!Osamu

Part 2 to Choices

Masterlist

Reality hit you like a train.

You wanted so badly to feel anything but the pain of rejection. How he chose her over you...

The answer was obvious why. She was perfect and beautiful, and you on the other hand, were bland.

Your family wasn’t rich. You had a basic 9-5 that kept you decent.

But when you look at him for comfort, and his eyes stared back at you with this different feeling you never felt with Atsumu. Those warm eyes and a soft smile; those gentle hands holding you close to him.

Atsumu could never.

Whipped cream and strawberries. It was your guilty pleasure and of course Osamu knew where to find you when you disappeared.

“Gotcha!” His arms curl around you, barricading your body to the counter top.

“Geez Osamu! Don’t do that!” You gasp observing the smashed strawberry in your hand. “Look what you made me do.”

Osamu, not breaking eye contact, grasps your wrist bringing your hand to his mouth. Lips kissing on your skin, gradually you palm in sucked on from the side. He slurps the strawberry from your hand, his dominant eyes staring into yours.

“Samu...” you groan looking around the kitchen for an intruder.

“Shh. There’s something else I’d rather be slurping right now.” He moans licking your palm before dropping your wrist all together.

His hands slide down to your hips, pulling you on to the counter top.

“I love it when you wear dresses.” He says into your lips, his hands caressing on each side pushing the loose fabric up.

“Osamu... not here.” You panic seeing him lower himself until finally he’s at level with your legs.

“Shh. No one’s home.” The smirk teases, delicately picking at the self-awareness you had built up. “I’m just grabbing a snack.” His finger hooks your panties to the side, his hot breath waking your bud. You hear him chuckle from below and a slow lick demands your full attention.

“O-Osamu.” You exhale gripping his hair.

“Mmhmm.” His tongue laps your sensitive pussy with purpose. “Fuck... taste so good.”

Osamu grips your hips pulling you into him. Your eyes roll back at you relax your head.

You never imagined yourself getting ate out on the countertop before. Especially not by your ex’s twin brother.

Delicate moans leave your mouth, feeling him grin against your skin.

“That’s right, Baby.” He slurps your slick. “Let me hear you.” His fingers slide into you without prep forcing your gasp.

“Osamu...” Rolling your hips, you feel his tongue flick against your clit, those fingers adding pressure to your core. Your breath is caught and suddenly you’re gripping his hair. “Mmm come here.”

He stands straight attacking your neck. “I wanna fuck you, Baby. Right here.” Light nibbles and a strong bite, he tears into your neck leaving a bruise.

“Mmm. Samu... you’ll leave a mark.”

“I know...keep my greedy brother’s hands off you.” He reaches into his shorts, pulling his stiff cock out. “Bastard...”

Osamu grazes his head against your slick lips earning a whimper.

“Is it safe here? What if he comes home?”

“He’s not gonna come home.” He whispers in your neck, burying his cock inside your cunt

“Samu... I-” you choke on your gasp feeling him inch by inch.

“Mmhmm. Good girl. Let me fill you up. Take me whole.”

Osamu lets his hips roll into you one at a time, watching your reaction each time he bottoms into you. Tiny whimpers break from your tongue and he smirks.

“You’re so cute.” He bites your lower lip and you follow suit with your tongue in his mouth. His hands grip your thighs, he wants nothing more than to break you. Your obvious hushed moans are provoked by Osamu tugging your strands.

“Let me hear you, Baby.” He grabs your ass pulling you into him. “I love the sounds you make.”

Your ass on the edge, you feel him slip in and out of your cunt, his arms guiding you on his cock.

“You’re so tight. Fuck. Come here.” He sets you down, spreading you over the counter top. “Mmm yes. You’re so pretty, Baby.”

Osamu pushes your dress up your hips, smacking his into yours.

The clapping echos throughout the kitchen, his praises being heard through the door shutting and keys being dropped on the counter in the hall.

“Right there...” You cry out grasping his arm. “Don’t stop.”

Your head bobs in unison with his hips, your jaw dropping leaving you speechless.

“Yeah? Right there Baby? Mmm Cum for me.”

His smacks grow rapidly in speed, he grips your hair from behind heeding you.

“Does it feel good, Baby?” His lips are inches from your ear. Your lip tucks into your teeth as you nod in compliance, Your walls tightening around him. “Mm Baby yes. Cream on my cock.”

Your heart races against your chest and he buckles down on you, arms clamping over yours. His body twitches and he pulls out, hot streams of cum spewing without control.

“Fuck Baby. Your cum is...” His pants with his fingers scooping your thick cream. His smirk grows as his brows rise. “Shit Babe... I...” He pulls your dress over your head exposing your wet panties and matching bra. “Go get yourself cleaned up, Sweetie. I’ve made a mess.”

“You made a mess? Osamu!” You cross your arms and he chuckles pulling his shirt over his head.

“Shush. Put this on.” He winks slipping it over your head. “This looks better on you, anyway.”

Osamu pulls your hair out and turns you to the bedroom. “Go ahead. I’ll clean up.” He playfully smacks your ass, kissing the tip of your nose.

Into Osamu’s bedroom, you find shorts on the bed he wore last night.

The door shuts behind you, and you’re thrown on the bed.

“I love your pretty moans. The way they echo in my house as you fuck my brother. Tell me, what does it feel like to be a whore?”

Blonde hair and arms pinned at each side of your head, you catch your breath seeing Atsumu.

“Atsumu...”

“Oh so you still use my name? Does it taste good?”

“Shut up.”

He smirks and kisses you, his lips lingering at your touch. “Does it taste good?”

“Atsumu get off. This is your fault.”

“My fault? You’re fucking My brother.”

“Yeah after you threw me away. You abandoned me. You did this to yourself.” You struggle underneath his weight and he smirks.

“Your pretty moans has me hard. You know you want to touch it.” He smirks and you roll your eyes.

“No I want you to get off.” You chuckle under him and he clicks his tongue.

“Tell me, whore, who’s the better fuck?”

“What’s your problem? Why are you doing this?” You glare at him and he sighs.

“I’m lonely.” He rolls his eyes in sarcasm. “Because I can. I know how you are. You’ll fuck anyone.”

Your glare is solid with your teeth grit.

“How about we call Suna... or Kita? Hell the whole team needs a reunion. Let’s go?” He leans up to grab his phone when he’s thrown off completely, slammed against the ground and grey hair on top of him.

“Who the hell are you to talk to her like that?” The sounds of smacks and thuds are enough to make you want to leave. “No wait. Stay.” Osamu looks up from atop his brother wiping the blood from his knuckles. The smirk he wears blends with the blood on his teeth.

“You’re a piece of shit, Atsumu.” Osamu sits up exposing his brother’s bloody nose and busted lip. “Don’t touch her again. Don’t talk to her. You had your chance and you lost it.”

Osamu stands and drags his brother to his feet. “Just leave her alone. Don’t pin this on her because you’re jealous.”

“Jealous? Of you? Do you know who i am? Everyone knows who I am. But what about you, Little Brother? Run some shop downtown and fuck my leftovers. Do you feel satisfied? Is this really what you wanted?” Atsumu chuckles spitting his blood on the floor. “I hope she’s worth it. Ruining everything we had over some whore.” He walks past Osamu who nearly attacks him again, though you grasp his arm by surprise.

“Don’t Osamu. He’s not worth it.”

But deep down, you knew this wasn’t the end of Atsumu and his rage.

[ithoughtthiswastwitterbutfr]

WandaVision Episode 8 spoilers

Ok I heard this episode is sad so I’m prepared to cry and ruin my eyeliner.

I’m just emotionally preparing myself rq before I start I’m assuming a lots gonna go down cause the second episode is the finale.

I’m still not ready 2 minutes later lmao wait.

Okay hmm the title is called Previously On so we’re going back in time to her childhood based on the summary.

I think we’re gonna get more insight on her and Visions relationship and how it formed and hopefully get to see her relationship with her brother I’m starting now.

Ugh my TV is glitching

Okay we’re starting out in witch trials so it’s Agathas backstory the lady staring at her looks familiar. Oh it’s her mom

Her powers are blue here she’s into dark magic and the book in her basement is the stolen book from Doctor Strange im assuming she began learning dark magic from it l.

As they started to drain her. Her powers became blue and she starting to drain them back. I’m assuming the witches shared power and it was blue and now that it’s dark magic it’s purple.

Wow she killed her whole coven my draining them of their life and magic. Then she took her mother’s amulet so that’s the amulet she’s always wearing from the comics is. 

She admitted her thoughts weren’t available and she was never under control.

Her accent is back because she’s angry because of her children being missing.

She possessed the fake Pietro from another universe she didn’t say he was from another universe she just said she couldn’t get to his body so she had to do possession instead of necromancy.

She picked up the fly now she’s chanting in Latin

She’s mind controlling and talking about how thousands of people can be under your control and all interact with each other with complex storylines which makes me think she wants Wanda power because she’s jealous she can do everything like transformation and mind control without having to study all the spells

“Magic on autopilot,” Dhe wants to know how she did this and she wouldn’t tell her and now she’s manipulating her with her own loneliness. She took a piece of her hair so now she has her DNA 

Real reruns aka memories so she can look into them to see how she did it.

Her kids are crying out for in the basement so she’s gonna go with Agatha to save them I honestly don’t think the cries were her own.

OHHH MY GOD

All the movies her parents were going to sell were the decades and movies she did projected.

When Wanda walked into the memory she turned into her younger self,

The Dick Van Dick show is in the TV shape of the one Darcy used on the first episode so we know where she got her inspo for that one.

Everything outside makes me think this is the scene where her parents die.

The Stark bomb just hit and she’s looking around and can’t find her family yeah the Stark industry label is in front of her and she’s reverted back to Sokovian because she’s young and not the best at English yet I’m assuming.

The TV I’d still on and playing the show “At the end of the episode you realize it was all a bad dream,” I’m not sure why she said that part in English maybe because she’s referring to the show and movie nights are for English? 

Agatha is asking if she used a probability hex to stop the bomb because Wanda reached her hand out towards it and that’s how she uses her powers.

Maybe Agatha is hinting towards Wanda being a natural born witch?

“So what I see here a baby witch obsessed with sitcoms and years of therapy ahead of her. Doesn’t explain your recent hijinks,”

Wanda used her powers subconsciously there and she’s probably using her powers subconsciously to keep Westview running and she used them subconsciously to get it started. 

“The only way forward is back,”

She’s referring to Wanda not wanting to go back to Hydra I haven’t seen the scene yet but I’m assuming it’s because the testing was painful and because she now knows who hydra is and what it stands for.

“Don’t be scared you already lived it once,”

They have Loki’s sceptor of course im assuming they got it from SHIELD since they are SHIELD.

She didn’t have to touch the sample it just came to her on its own further proving she’s a witch but I don’t think she knows she moved it,

She touched the tesseract making the mine stone she then absorbed all its energy and passed out.

In isolation she’s watching another sitcom I just can’t figure out which it is.

I’m sure the episode on the TV is important “she hasn’t got any feeling,” maybe it’s about the Westview citizens or maybe it’s about vision being a doll or like a puppet and the brother is like “she hasn’t got any feelings” just like when Pietro or Fietro called Vision a popsicle an inanimate object 

“So little orphan Wanda got up close and personal with an infinity stone that amplified what otherwise would’ve died on the vine. The broken pieces of you are adding up buttercup I have a theory but I need more,” This is probably talking about how if you don’t use your powers or learn to control them you stop having them but the infinity stone just made the powers she already had stronger. The name Scarlett Witch is starting to make sense now. 

Another door another memory that I’d her watching Malcom in the middle.

She said the Avengers compound was the first home she had ever shared with Vision and with her family and country gone she felt alone so I’m assuming she’s with Vision cause he cured her loneliness.

Vision walking through the walls again she asking him to watch the sitcom with her. The sitcoms are important to her and she’s sharing them with him.

“So it is funny because of the grievous injury that man just suffered?” Vision

“No he’s not really injured,” Wanda

“How Can you be sure?”

“It’s not that kind of show,”

I think this is sort of related to the fact that nothing bad ever happens in Westview permanently like in Malcolm in the middle where the roof structure fell on the dad sure he got hurt but it wasn’t a detrimental injury.

He wants to comfort to her “The only thing that would bring me comfort is seeing him again,” Wanda about Pietro she felt the same with Vision hence why Westview is happening and why he’s back.

“I’m so tired, It’s just like this wave washing over me again and again it knocks me down and when I try stand up it just comes for me again and I can’t- it’s just gonna drown me,” How she explains her grief and depression we’re getting a glismpe of how she copes with death in her actual reality.

Vision says he’s always been alone he never experienced loss because he never had a loved one to lose.

“What is grief if not love preserving,” Okay damn Vision getting all deep.

Aww they just had a moment and now he’s laughing over the show how sweet. The awkward smile they did at eachother. How cute

Vision was dead and she wanted him back now we get to see how she stole Visions body back from her perspective.

All the news on the TV playing might not be revelant but it’s related to tamiles being reunited after the blip. So this is very shortly after the blip and some people might be right thinking it was almost directly after Tony’s funeral.

“He deserves a funeral at least I deserve it,”

They’re letting her take him probably to be able to paint her as a villain which is why Hayward cut out the first part of the footage.

She’s being shown him take apart and sawed she’s in pain seeing him practically dying again. Hayward called vision a weapon and Wanda is saying he’s not a weapon because he wasn’t and he didn’t want to be a weapon Hayward is hiding his true intentions of bringing him back to be his own weapon

“I just want to bury him. That’s all I want,”

She said she can’t do that she truly believes she can’t.

He won’t let her take $3 billion of vibranium to put in the ground she just wanted him to have a proper burial but Hayward provoked her and set her off.

She can’t feel him. A nod to how Vision said “I only feel you,” When he asked Wanda to kill him there is nothing left. She hot in the car and went to Westview she left and when she left she didn’t have Visions body.

She’s pulled up to place where she planned to grow old in with Vision and it’s been demolished this is the scene where she breaks down crying over it. And when she grieved she lets it get the best of her which is how she put the house back together without realizing she was doing it. Then that spread over the whole town and she is projected her own version of Vision. But I’m unsure if this is really Vision or not because then she’d be way more powerful than I ever believe to be able to create people own her own.

Oh wow she’s showing all the lights and it’s like she’s own set so she’s back to where Agatha had this all set up and she was the audience.

Agatha is choking the twins “I know what you are. You have no idea how dangerous you are. You’re supposed to be a myth. A being capable of spontaneous creation. and here you are using it to make breakfast for dinner.” Maybe Wanda was a prophecy before hand and she just never learned how powerful she really was and now Agatha is trying to feed off her powers I’m assuming she’s going to try to get Wanda to push her powers into her so she can drain her.

“Let go of my children,” Wanda with her accent coming back.

“Oh, yes your children and Vision and this whole little life you’ve made, this is Chaos magic Wanda. That makes you the Scarlett Witch,” Ugh yes one of those moments where they say a name of the movie or a character that’s basically it’s own movie I love it.

I’m gonna research Chaos magic and then I’ll reblog this again after I research some other things too.

End credits time. “Team is ready for launch,” They’re going to use Wanda own power to attack her using Visions actual corpse. He’s been brought back as the one thing he didn’t want to be. A weapon. I’m not sure who that was who powered it up but was it Monica’s contact?

Also doesn’t Agatha have Monica now if she was possessing Fietro? I have a lot of questions that I can’t get out right now