#he fucking loves to remind you he's got a big boom boom curse in his nuts and will kill all of us if you friendzone him

[gender-euphowrya]

how much of gale's dialogue is just "you're so MEAN stop or i'm gonna BLOW MYSELF UP"

[tatergang15]

The Crickets Have Arthritis by Shane Koyczan

It doesn’t matter why I was there, where the air is sterile and the sheets sting. It doesn’t matter that I was hooked up to this thing that buzzed and beeped every time my heart leaped like a man who’s faith tells him God’s hands are big enough to catch an airplane, or a world. It doesn’t matter that I was curled up like a fist protesting death, or that every breath was either hard labour or hard time, or that I’m either always too hot or too cold. Doesn’t matter because my hospital roommate wears star wars pyjamas, and he’s 9 years old. His name is Louis, and I don’t have to ask what he’s got. The bald head with the skin and bones frame speaks volumes. The Gameboy and the feather pillow booms like they’re trying to make him feel at home because he’s going to be here awhile. I manage a smile the first time I see him and it feels like the biggest lie I have ever told, so I hold my breath, ‘cause I’m thinking any minute now he’s going to call me on it. I hold my breath because I’m scared of a 57 pound boy hooked up to a machine because he’s been watching me and maybe I’ve got him pegged all wrong, like maybe he’s bionic or some shit. So I look away like just I made eye contact with a gang member who’s got a rap sheet the length of a lecture on dumb mistakes politicians have made. I look away like he’s going to give me my life back the moment I’ve got something to trade. I damn near pull out my pack and say

“Cigarette?" 

 But my fear subsides in the moment I realize Louis is all show and tell. He’s got everything from a shotgun shell to a crowfoot and he can put them all in context. Like,

"See, this is from a shooting range”

and

“See, this is from a weird girl”.

I watch his hands curl around a cuff-link and a tie-tack and realize that every nick-nack is a treasure and every treasure has a story, and every time I think I can’t handle more he hits me with another story. He says

“See, this is from my father”

“See, this is from my brother”

“See, this is from that weird girl”

“See, this is from my mother”

Took me about two days to figure out that weird girl is his sister, it took him about two hours today after she left for him to figure out he missed her. They visit every day, and stay well past visiting hours because for them that term doesn’t apply. But when they do leave, Louis and I are left alone. And he says

“The worst part about being sick is that you get all the free ice cream you ask for.”

And he says

“The worst part about that is realizing there is nothing more they can do for you.”

And there is no easy way of asking, and I know what he’s going to say but maybe he just needs to say it, so I ask him anyway.

“Are you scared?”

Louis doesn’t even lower his voice when he says

“Fuck yeah.”

I listen to a 9 year old boy say the word fuck like he was a 30 year old man with a nose-bleed being lowered into a shark tank, he’s got a right to it. And if it takes this kid a curse word to help him get through it, then I want to teach him to swear like the devil’s sitting there taking notes with a pen and a pad. But before I can forget that Louis is 9 years old he says

“Please don’t tell my dad.”

 He asks me if I believe in angels. And before I realize I don’t have the heart to tell him, I tell him

“Not lately.”

and I just lay there waiting for him to hate me. But he doesn’t know how to, so he never does. Louis loves like a man who lived in a time before God gave religion to men and left it to them to figure out what hate was. He never greets me with silence, only smiles and a patience I’ve never seen in someone who knows they’re dying. And I’m trying so hard not to remind him I’ll be out of here in a couple days, smoking cigarettes and taking my life for granted. And he’ll still be planted in this bed like a flower that refuses to grow. I’ve been with him for 5 days and all I really know is that Louis loves to pull feathers out of his pillow then watch them float to the ground. Almost as if he’s the philosopher inside of the scientist ready to say

“It’s gravity that’s been getting us down." 

  The truth is: there is not enough miracles to go around, kid. And there’s too many people petitioning God for the winning lotto ticket. And for every answered prayer, there’s a cricket with arthritis. And the only reason we can’t find answers is because the search party didn’t invite us, and Louis, right now the crickets have arthritis. So there is no music, no symphony of nature swelling to crescendos, as if ripping halos into melodies that can keep a rhythm with the way our hearts beat. So we must meet silence with the same level of noise that the parents of dying 9 year old boys make when they take liberties in talking with heaven. We must shout until we shatter in our own vibrations, then let our lives echo and grow, echo and grow, grow distant. Distant enough to know that as far as our efforts go, we don’t always get a reply.  But I swear to whatever God I can find in the time I have left, I’m going to remember you kid. I’m going to tell your story as often as every story you told me. And every time I tell it I’ll say

"See, there’s bravery in this world. There’s 6.5 billion people curled up like fists protesting death, but every breath we breathe has to be given back. A 9 year old boy taught me that.”

So hold your breath, the same way you’d hold a pen when writing Thank You letters on your skin to every tree that gave you that breath to hold. And then let it go, as if you understand something about getting old and having to give back. Let it go like a laugh attack in the middle of really good sex, the black eye will be worth it. Because what is your night worth without a story to tell? And why wield a word like worth if you’ve got nothing to sell? People drop pennies down a wishing well, so the cost of a desire is equal to that of a thought. But if you’ve got expectations, expect others have bought your exact same dream for the price of a ‘hard work, hang in, hold on’ mentality. Like, I accept any challenge so challenge me. Like, I brought a knife to this gun fight, but the other night I mugged a mountain so bring that shit, I’ve had practise. Louis and I cracked this world wide open and found that the prize inside is we never lied to ourselves, never told ourselves that we’d be easy or undemanding. So we sing in our own vibration, and dare angels to eavesdrop and stop midflight to pluck feathers from their wings and write demands that God’s hands take the time to catch you. So that even if God doesn’t, it wasn’t because we didn’t try.  I don’t often believe in angels, but on the day I left, Louis pulled a feather from his pillow and said

“This is for you.”

I half expected him to say

“See, this is the first one I grew.”

[ohbuckie]

FLUORESCENT ADOLESCENT III

(first chapters are not a necessary read prior to this one)

college!bucky x fem!reader

summary: bucky fucks you in his desk chair during online class.

warnings: smut, oral (m receiving)

word count: 1.8k

masterlist

You lay on his bed while he’s in class—phone in hand, shirt of his over your shoulders, boxers hanging from your hips. It’s early, and you’re only half-awake because he has nowhere else to sit through his 8:00 AM philosophy class.

At his desk across the room, his top is bare and his legs are only covered by flannel pajama pants. His hair is sticking up in all directions, and he brings a mug of steaming coffee to his lips once every minute or two. His brow furrows as he concentrates on the work, and he presses his lips into a thin line while he answers a question in a Google doc. You stand, silently press a kiss to his temple, pad into the bathroom to clean your body of last night.

Water beats against the tile wall opposite the shower head while you undress, sticking your hand under the stream to feel the temperature until it’s warm enough to step in. You soak your hair, rub your eyes, let the water break off into tributaries that pool at your feet before disappearing into the plumbing. Your shoulders are heavy and a yawn heaves your chest upwards, reminding you of the poor sleep you had, thanks to Bucky’s inability to share a blanket.

You take your time scrubbing your scalp, listening to the soap slap the floor and watching it circle the drain while you rinse. Twenty minutes brings you freshness, and another two spent at the sink bring you minty breath. With a towel wrapped around your body, you walk out of the bathroom and step into Bucky’s room, closing the door behind yourself.

You feel his eyes on you while you dress, but he stays quiet. His professor drones on about existentialism, with his boring voice and a vaguely New England accent. When you’ve decided on your outfit for the day—another one of his shirts with only a pair of cotton panties, since it’s raining and you can’t go anywhere—you stand beside him, kissing his head.

“Hungry?” You ask quietly, so as not to speak over his class. He shakes his head. You ruffle his hair, turning to lay back down until he’s finished, but a hand on your wrist stops you. “Hm?”

He tilts his chin up and puckers his lips, inviting you down for a kiss. You grin and press your mouth to his carefully, cradling his head. The sweet gesture is soon anything but sweet, when he shoves his tongue through your parted lips and runs it along the back of your teeth.

You break the kiss hesitantly, smiling at him. His lips glisten with saliva, and he licks them clean for another taste of you. “Do your work.”

“I’m not missing much.”

“I will not be responsible when you fail your next test.”

“You won’t be.” He insists. You shake your head and kiss him again.

He puts his hand over yours and pushes it down his chest, stopping when you reach his lap. You take the hint and find his bulge, palming him through his boxers, swallowing the moans that you pull from the back of his throat. “Will you-”

You cut him off with a nod, sinking to your knees and ducking underneath the desk. You kiss along his waistband, your fingers sneaking underneath his pants, pulling the garment from his legs and letting it pool around his ankles.

He’s halfway hard already, and you aid the erection by kissing up the shaft. Your hand wraps around the base when your lips touch the head, softly stroking and feeling him grow under your touch.

Your teeth sink into his thigh to tease him, and he squirms uncomfortably. “Please, just-”

“Be patient.” You coo, giving him a few more careful jerks before letting your lips wrap around him finally. You push yourself halfway down, leaving yourself some room to continue with your hand’s ministrations. You look up at him with big, doe eyes, though he misses them because he’s busy squeezing his eyes shut and clenching his jaw.

He places a hand on the crown of your head, and pushes down ever-so-gently. While you bob your head up and down, moans begin to rise from him. His mouth hangs open while he breathes deeply, entirely uninterested in his professor’s lesson.

Your mouth waters when you close your eyes and think about how he could fuck your mouth if he wanted to; grab your head—maybe by your hair—shove it every which way necessary to make himself cum down your throat. He doesn’t, though, and instead allows you to do what you already know will bring him there soon enough.

He shifts to get more comfortable, and you nearly choke when the tip of his cock nudges the back of your throat. “Sorry.” He breathes. “Didn’t mean to do that.”

You hum around him in acknowledgment, and watch him trap his lower lip between his teeth to avoid reacting to the pleasure that comes with the vibrations. You swallow around him, hollowing your cheeks out, sucking hard. “F-Fuck.” He whispers, eyes glued to you. “You’re so hot.”

You listen to his noises and slip a hand between your legs and down your panties, dragging two fingers through your folds and spreading your wetness up to your clit. You roll it beneath your fingertips, pressing down as hard as Bucky usually does when he does this, and you gasp when you let a finger in.

You pull your head back and run your tongue slowly up the underside of his cock, lips pulling into a smile when they’re finally given the freedom to. You taste the salty pre-cum, flutter your tongue against the sensitive head of his dick, and pull away entirely.

“Wh-”

“I need you.”

“In my chair?”

“Uh-huh.”

He raises his eyebrows but doesn’t protest when you crawl from beneath the desk, and instead braces his feet against the floor, opening his arms to welcome you onto his lap. You throw a leg over him, sitting in front of his dick, thanks to the slight slouch in his posture.

He holds your face, tilting his head back so that he can reach your lips. You can tell he had a cigarette already this morning—probably on the fire escape, before the booming voice of his professor woke you up—and it makes you crave one, too, but not more than you crave him. Not even close.

He retracts a hand from your cheek and wraps it around himself, giving slow strokes to his thick cock. “Ready for it?” He asks, and you nod.

You pull your panties to the side and let him find you. He runs the tip along your entrance, coating it with your slick until he’s slippery enough to push in.

You sink down onto him and you moan together breathily, into each other’s mouths. “Fuck.” You whisper. “So big, Bucky.”

“Feel good?”

“Uh-huh. Gonna start moving.”

“‘Kay. Be gentle.” He kisses you. “Don’t wanna fall.”

You lift your hips and whine when you lower them back down, thighs tensing and core tightening to prepare for the repetition of the action. You brace your hands on his shoulders and feel him lean into you to attach his lips to your throat, sucking and biting and chilling the skin when he exhales through his nose over the wet spots that he leaves. Your lips pull into a smile when he works at a spot by your jugular with his teeth, very intentionally making it dark and leaving it above where any of your collars will reach.

The way he stretches you is familiar but not boring, because you’ll never be tired of the slight sting that comes with it for the first few minutes, or the way that he fills you up so nicely. He holds your ass in his large hands, guiding the movements of your hips expertly, because he knows exactly the angle that you need to cum quickly.

His laptop still drones on, but neither of you can hear individual words over the breath exchanged between your mouths, or the squeaking of the swivel chair beneath you. With a metal hand against your spine and a flesh one on your waist, he guides your movements—a constant repetition of up and down, over and over and over again.

You can feel the tip of his cock in your stomach, reaching depths that nobody before him ever could. A moan escapes from his lips when you squeeze around him, and his teeth sink into your collarbone. You grasp at his short hair, tugging gently and feeling him hum against you at the harsh action.

“Fuck.” He mutters.

He looks so pretty when you tilt your head down. His pink lips are parted to raggedly exhale, and his hair is even worse than it was when he woke up, since you keep pulling on it. He’s got a good amount of stubble decorating his jaw, which you noticed at first last night when he shoved his face in your neck to sleep. You crash your lips against his, kissing slowly while you hold his chin. You hear another noise from him, and assume you’re correct in thinking that he’s closer than you are.

“Almost there?” You ask against his warm mouth.

He nods. “Touch yourself.”

You comply immediately, pulling a hand from his shoulder and licking your fingertips before you find your clit with them. Pressing firmly, you trace circles into yourself, immediately feeling the effects when your stomach tingles and tenses. His tongue is in your mouth now, and he is very much responsible for your movements; he pushes your thighs and pulls your hips, leaving only the rolling and the clenching to you.

Your hand works rigorously at your core, and now that you’re both quiet with concentration, you can hear every lewd noise that comes from you working yourself on and off of him. Your fingers are slippery, but they stay focused on their task, and succeed when your toes curl and you open your mouth to whine, breaking the heated kiss.

You continue to move, but he soon holds you down, pumping you full of himself with a string of curses, and a few mumbles of your name. While you would love to bathe in the afterglow, his first name is being called from behind you.

“James? James Barnes?”

Without pulling out of you, he uses his feet to roll the chair closer to his desk, and uses his right hand to unmute his microphone. “Uh, yeah, hi.”

“Did you hear my question, James?”

“Um, no, I didn’t, sorry.” He looks at you and grins, holding back a laugh. “I was a little distracted.”

[obeiii-mee]

Hello! Can I request an hc about a shady MC who's not phase by anything in Devildom with the brothers (and Diavolo?? he deserves love!!!)? Like, when Luci's like "i CaN KiLL yOu hUmAN", MC's reaction was like "Oh... congratulations then." i need more shady mc who may or may not be planning to ruin your life😂😂 Thanks and take care!!❤❤

The Brothers + Diavolo with an MC that is not phased by DevilDom

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Pls I need more shady MC, they would not take any shit from the brothers. Put any Gen Z-er with these guys and you’ve got yourself a suicidal and reckless human exchange student.

They wouldn’t know what to do with one of those ahaksbakanhaka you’re right, Diavolo deserves all the love >:(((((((

You better take care too >:( thanks for sending me this big brain request. I’ve been preoccupied with other projects so I took a while to get to this ask. Hope you’re doing OK💙

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Lucifer:

-He thought having a human exchange student was going to be bad enough as it is but this…..this was so much worse than he could have ever imagined

-The moment you arrived, he already knew you were going to be a problem child and a persistent one at that

-Literally the first thing you asked him was : “Why do you look like an off-brand Levi Ackerman?”

-And he was left there, astounded, confused and offended because he had no idea who you were talking about (cuz at that point you hadn’t met the third eldest) and the tone you had was, frankly, pissing him off

-You kept wondering off on your own????? Without looking like you gave a shit even though you almost walked into a butcher’s shop that specialises in human meat???? Tf MC?

-Also really irritated that you couldn’t be intimidated and that DevilDom was like a playground to you, for some reason? Like, MC get out of the fiery pits of eternally tormented souls- this is Hell, not the McDonald’s ball pit ffs

-Things did not improve for him lmao, by the end of the first week he had already ripped out a good chunk of his hair because of you

-“MC, you should know by now provoking demons like this for no good reason is only going to make life harder for you. Keep this up and you’ll get killed in no time because of your behaviour.”

-“Great, can we have a hip-hip and a hurray?”

-In the span of one day, he’s had to come to your rescue six times (approximately) because you’re too nonchalant about your surroundings around literal creatures of hell

-He doesn’t have enough coffee or will to live for this bs

-“Lucifer, I found this dead plant and brought it here because it reminded me of you.”

-“…..sigh. Why? Why does it remind you of me?”

-“Because it’s cold and unresponsive.”

-He made the consecutive decision to ignore you

-(low-key kept the plant tho)

-Honestly, you get on his nerves a lot and he has definitely contemplated killing you in the past but at the end of the day he really can’t bring himself to do it

-We both know he tried a few times lmfao

-“I will tear you limb from limb, human-“

-“Can I finish my tea first.”

-“You…wait, what?”

-“You’re crazy if you think I’m letting this tea get cold. Try to kill time before I’m done and I’ll smash this cup against your head.”

-If you try hard enough, you might even elicit a laugh out of him, especially if your shadiness is directed at any of his brother which results in him patting your head affectionately

-Nowadays he’s just concerned because you seemed to have made an alliance of sorts with Belphagour and Satan and that’s not a good sign

-For his sake, if not yours, at least try to survive the year without getting chomped on by a random demon please

-He’s too stubborn to let you die just because you’re unbothered by everything so cut him some slack and help out damn it

Mammon:

-“Oi Lucifer, how come I’m stuck babysittin’ this stupid human?”

-“And how come I’m stuck with this asshole for a tour guide, with his fake ass designer shoes and no brand sunglasses. That’s a lot of smack talk from someone with crow shit stains covering the back of his jacket. Also, did you stick your hair in a bucket of mayonnaise?”

-……..

-He was so offended lol

-Normally, humans like you cower in fear whenever demons are as much as mentioned because of the whole “I can eat you whole” thing

-And here you are; insulting the Avatar of Greed and one of the princes of Hell himself just because you didn’t like his attitude

-Don’t worry tho, he warms up to you in less than a fucking month simply because you still come to his rescue whenever his brothers start insulting him and wow, look at that, his heart is now combusting on the floor

-“Y’all have no right to criticise Mammon when he has the most self control out of all of you.”

-“Since when does Mammon have any self control? He can’t keep himself from nicking anything that looks shiny.”

-“Motherfucker, I don’t see him trying to choke me to death, respectfully pls shut the fuck up. I don’t want to say I have favourites but if I do, it’s definitely him.”

-While Mammon’s in the background, with hearts instead of pupils in his eyes like ❤️👄❤️

-He doesn’t even mind running around after you anymore (will still complain about it though because your ass is in constant danger and he’s had enough)

-Honestly, you keep starting shit with random demons, some of which are quite powerful mind you, and you don’t back down even when he’s there to step in

-Would low key love to watch you fight one of your classmates at RAD and organise a ticket selling booth for the event but Lucifer will hang him a new one if he does

-So for now, he sticks to baring his teeth at the aggravator in question and you’re there, giving the same demon the middle finger

-The way you sometimes match his energy gets him so hyped up lmao

-“Mammon, did you steal Levi’s money again?”

-“T’s none of her business human. Now go away, shoo!”

-“Bitch, don’t ‘shoo’ me, I ain’t a bird. Now tell me, did you?”

-“…..Why do you ask?”

-“Because a new flavour of instant noodles just got announced, called ‘Super Hell-Sauce Flavour’ and I thought you might be more interested in that than wasting the money on gambling.”

-“….ok but only if you come with me to buy some.”

-This…this is true love right here

Levi:

-Oh no, now there’s two of you

-Why do I feel like his energy would match MC’s almost immediately? Maybe it’s because he spends too much time in his room on the internet like the rest of us do

-“What do you want, you stupid normie?”

-“300…..”

-“….300 what?”

-“300 mangas collected, thousands of episodes of anime watched, over 60 character figurines, plushies, body pillows, merchandise and several posters only to be called a fucking normie by a demon weeb that’s only known me for 10 minutes.”

-Boom, instant friendship

-He becomes attached to you almost immediately and now that he knows how unphased you are by DevilDom, he is seriously worried

-Hell, you’re making him consider going outside his room just to make sure you’re alive and not dead in a ditch somewhere because you decided to get on someone’s nerves that particular day

-Even during the quiz thing, when he almost kills you, you’re just sitting on the floor and awkwardly watching him as he throws a sissy fit

-Levi feels sort of conflicted with you because one one hand you’re good company and he loves having you around, you’re his Henry after all

-But on the other hand, you put yourself in so much danger it makes him paranoid so often to the point where he wants to keep you locked in his room and wrapped in bubble wrap

-Nearly had a heart attack when you almost walked right into a pit of lava like MC???? This isn’t one of his video games???? You’re not gonna respawn if you die????

-Besides all that, he gets a bit jealous of you confidence and your ability to just do whatever without fearing death or consequence

-“MC, how do you do it?”

-“Do what?”

-“How do you go about your life without a care in the world?”

-“I guess I’ll tell you my secret Levi. I’m not like other humans that’s why, I’m just so unique I do things differently.”

-“You sound like a pick me-“

-As long as you’re OK and not injured because of your carelessness, he’s indifferent about your behaviour and will even applaud you for your bravery when it comes to this sort of thing

-“lmao the human exchange student just dumped Solomon’s cooking in the trash while looking him dead in the eye 💀💀💀”

Satan:

-Your attitude towards DevilDom and demons in general kept him entertained, if nothing else

-You rarely seemed to consider how much of a threat that place really is and usually you were just running around, completely ignoring Lucifer’s rules and doing your own thing

-Which, you know, he’s all about

-I can’t say there were no incidents between the two of you

-With his short temper and your tendency to say things without caring about the consequences, there were definitely moments when he might’ve snapped on you

-“MC for goodness sake, what happened to my room?”

-“What do you mean?”

-“It’s an absolute mess! I just told you to bring me my spells and curses book, not mow through everything!”

-“It’s not my fault this place is built like a fucking labyrinth. You should be grateful I went to get it for you at all, I almost tripped and died several times on my way back. Also, you should get a new ladder for your shelves. It did the broken.”

-“MC….”

-“Yes?”

-“You are so lucky I love you.”

-Other than the fact his anger takes over him when things like these happen, he not so subtly encourages you to keep going because seeing Lucifer scowl at your antics gets him wheezing his lungs out

-I like to think Satan would be very impressed, even in the beginning, at the amount of nonchalance you can radiate at times

-I mean, you sure as hell don’t see it often and he loves how unpredictable you are more often than not

-If anything, he should probably thank you-idk how, but his patience has increased significantly every since you got here and he appreciates having some more control of his emotions

-“I’m gonna go put oil in Lucifer’s shoes.”

-“Do you have a death wish?”

-“Satan, I am old enough to make my own decisions and I concluded that this action is necessary.”

-“Necessary for what?”

-“Raising everyone’s morale! All of you seemed to feel down lately so I thought this would be fun for everybody!”

-“Except Lucifer, right?”

-“Except Lucifer. He grounded me from my D.D.D like I’m a fucking teenager who needs to be supervised-pssshht, I’m the most responsible one here.”

-“Yes clearly.”

-“Goodbye dear Satan, I may die today. But it’s for the greater good! (Dramatic exit with sound effects)”

-“WAIT MC!”

-“(pops head back in) yes?”

-“May I offer you my assistance?”

-You’re basically taking turns pranking his brothers and it’s hilarious

-Satan is not too worried about your well being simply because he knows his siblings and him are always going to be nearby to save you if you pull something stupid again

-Even so, he checks up on you throughout the day; just to make sure

-“Where were you?”

-“Running from a bunch of demons. Who wanted to go munchy crunchy on me, I assume.”

-“……”

-“Either that or people here are a lot friendlier than originally expected.”

-You can be such a handful and it really tests him, especially when he’s angry enough to begin with

-But despite your amazing talent at either getting completely lost around Hell, purposely walking into a prohibited place just because you felt like it or riling up others with how blunt you are, he still cares about you deeply

-You may be a pain the ass, but you’re his pain in the ass <3

Asmo:

-He should’ve known something was up with this particular human when you stood there, completely calm and collected, while Beel salivated at the thought of eating you on your first day

-Asmo just brushed it off for a while but it kept happening???

-The first time Lucifer ever told you off, you really went and said “Or what? Are you going to eat me? If so, you can go ahead and start with-“

-He came to your rescue and covered your mouth before you got to finish and before Lucifer unleashed his wrath on to everyone in that house

-“OOPSIE! I think MC has been spending too much time with me. Sorry Lucifer, we gotta run now! We have a party to attend, don’t we MC darling?”

-“You mean the one hosted by the guy that tried to kill me because I shoved into him on the hallway at school and then proceeded to tell him to go fuck himself right back into whatever hell hole he was born in before you came and charmed our way out of it?”

-“Yes.”

-“Ah OK. “

-You’re tiring for sure but you’re not exactly unlikeable

-You have a certain charm hanging about you that Asmo loves

-“I almost died like…30 minutes ago.”

-“WAIT WHAT?? WHY?? WHAT HAPPENED-MC ARE YOU OK???”

-“Yeah, I almost drank some poison today because someone told me it was water. It smelt off though so I didn’t.”

-“….”

-“Anyway, I got you this bracelet on my way home.”

-He really does wish you would take things a bit more seriously

-This is your life on the line, you know? What would he do if you died?

-“MC, you’re not immortal, you can die so much more easily than I can, you know that right???”

-“I don’t care.”

-“Well I do! And you should too….”

-A lot of people don’t see past his vanity tbh, because he can be such a caring person towards the people he loves

-The amount of videos he has of you appearing to be completely calm while pure chaos is descending in the background is pretty impressive

-Every time he uses his charm on you to try and get you to commit his sin, it just doesn’t work???? For some reason???? And even if it’s just with simple, innocent affection for now, he is determined to tempt you into it

-“MC~gimme a hug!”

-“But that’s social interaction and I don’t support it- do you have a charger for my D.D.D by any chance?

-Or at least die trying to ig

-Asmo loves having you around but you’re giving him wrinkles and that’s not okay >:(

Beel:

-The moment he realised how carefree you actually were, he sort of started checking up with you quite frequently throughout the day

-It’s his way of protecting you but if he could, he would follow you around all the time

-Becomes your body guard because you may not care enough about your safety but he certainly does so get ready to be carried everywhere

-You will not get hurt nor will anyone mess with you if he has a say in it and let me tell you, he does

-Thing is, his brothers mostly know him for being slightly dense in some aspects of day to day life

-He’s not perceptive of things that don’t involve food or his loved ones

-And because you most definitely are a loved one of his, he does notice how careless you are really often

-And it scares, rather worries, him because DevilDom is an incredibly dangerous place-even with all the precautions they had taken when you came

-“MC get down, you could fall.”

-“But Beel, look-I’m finally taller than everyone else! Taller than you even! Hey, should I do a backflip?”

-He has no idea why you thought jumping from 60 meter high cliff into a small river of squashed demon blood was a good idea but he wasn’t going to risk anything just because you felt like showing off your diving skills

-Proceeds to carry you away, completely unfazed

-In this case, I feel like Beel is not someone who gets bothered by the horrible things happening around there either

-As long as he has food and his family is safe and happy then he’s also happy, as mentioned above

-But he knows he’s alright with DevilDom because he’s been living here for centuries now

-A bit curious as to why you’re so unbothered

-And even more curious as to why you weren’t terrified of him transforming in his demon form after he lost control when he found out you ate his pudding

-Or more like Mammon did and pushed the blame on you

-“YOU. ATE. MY. PUDDING!”

-“Beel I love you but if you did not just see Mammon shoving the damn container in my mouth two seconds prior to this, then you might need glasses.”

-He apologised to you later for it but even so, you didn’t seem to mind like at all and he didn’t really understand why

-Unless you end up explaining why exactly you feel so indifferent about your life being in potential danger, he won’t really pry

-But now he has even more reason to follow you around like a lost puppy

-Since it’s clear you don’t really care about protecting yourself

-So now it’s his job to do it

-MC protection squad? Mostly Beel and Mammon

-ahhh he cute

Belphie:

-Oh

-You piss him off so much

-He’s trying to have his moment, you know?

-Finally getting that glimmer of satisfaction after killing a human as a way to avenge his sister’s death

-Trying his hardest to make it as miserable as possible because he has so much rage in him, he needs you to suffer

-“Harder Daddy-“

-“Oh fuck off.”

-Nah but for real, what the fuck MC

-Why does he even bother, he feels like he should be sleeping instead of dealing with your bullshit

-Even afterwards, when your future self shows up and he tries to kill you again, you look more thoughtful than irritated???

-Lucifer and Beel are literally holding him back from doing another Chocky on you and you’re standing there, looking at him with your eyebrows raised

-“Hey Belphie, I have a quick question. I know you’re trying to kill me and everything but do you like the colour blue?”

-“HUH??!?!”

-“It’s a simple yes or no question Belphie. Do. You. Like. Blue?”

-“WHAT DOES IT MATTER???!!!”

-“BELPHAGOUR, AVATAR OF SLOTH-YES OR NO, JUST FUCKING ANSWER!”

-“YES! FUCK YOU!”

-“Ah ok thanks. I like blue too :)”

-????????????

-Pls he felt like sticking his foot down your throat

-As of late, he’s kind of glad he didn’t manage to scare you away that day and that he didn’t traumatise you or something

-At the time, he was mad because he didn’t understand why you weren’t scared but now he just wants to make it up to you

-“You didn’t deserve any of that. I’m sorry MC, I won’t blame you if you decide to stay away from me now.”

-“Stfu dipshit, what’s gotten you so depressed? Did you have another fight with Beel? I told you not to eat the last slice of cake.”

-“Rude ass, I was trying to apologise for my past mistakes-let me repent will you?”

-“Said no demon ever. Now let’s go hang out you emo bitch.”

-Y’all vibe together on a spiritual level once that shit gets sorted out

-But he’s kinda scared you might pull out a knife on him ngl

-Obviously, you’re still annoying as fuck with that indifferent attitude of yours but he can live with it

-He appreciates the fact that you’re not scared of him, even after what he’s done

Diavolo:

-Ah yes, the future King of DevilDom himself

-He’s very enthusiastic about the idea of you having fun this year…..and to keep you alive….

-He, of course, expected a range of reactions from you when he first summoned you here

-None of which were “Ok but could you not have given me a heads up? Before the whole teleportation thing? I face-planted your onto marvellously polished the floor and now I think I lost even more brain cells than before.”

-He felt so bad gagajajahahwgehhsb

-He apologised for bringing you out here without any warning like that and then proceeded to introduce you to everyone

-Diavolo is actually kind of relieved to see you’re handling everything pretty well

-He thought that maybe DevilDom was too much for a human to deal with

-Meeting Barbatos also went incredibly smooth

-“Barbatos? The one that cleans the floors right? Big fan of your work, I could eat off the floor of the main hall.”

-He’s so glad to see you getting along with everyone and not getting intimidated by the brothers

-It gets him excited thinking about how the exchange program is gonna work and all three realms will be united

-But he’s not stupid so don’t think he’ll allow you to stumble around, getting up to all sorts of mischief

-He always has someone watching you because he would hate to see you die, despite being pretty fond of your carefree attitude

-“MC, please be careful. Most demons here aren’t all that nice.”

-“Aye aye Captain.”

-He fears that many demons would take your indifference as a challenge and try to assert dominance or something by kidnapping you

-As far as creatures of hell go, they love installing fear in people

-So he always keeps an extra eye open for you

-And he’ll be there to help you if something goes wrong

-But other than that, he’s pretty chill as well and he finds you so hilarious, it’s been a while since he’s seen someone as eccentric and dramatic as Mammon and Asmo

-Idk what else to add here, Diavolo is very accepting and as long as you don’t get hurt, he’s glad you can get used to your new surroundings so easily

———————————-

Al~

[xoxo-teddybear]

Heyo! I'm a REALLY REALLY REALLY! Big fan of angst and your works, so I have a suggestion! So like, in this au Bakugou and Y/N are aged up and they have a daughter (let's just say her name is either Katsumi or Kirumi). So, the child is 4 years old and she didn't get her quirk yet. Let's just say Bakugou got drunk when his friends dragged him to a bar and this woman decided to hit him up and let's just say he cheated- so Y/N found out because kiri just had to tell her because it wasn't manly at all for him to keep a secret and Y/N left him with his child and boom! Bad ending. Please tag me in this one tyy!

Bet.

(Changed it up the slightest bit to make Katsumi remember bc I kinda wanna do a part 2 for this)

Nobody to Blame but Yourself - Bakugou Katsuki

Bakugou x f!reader

Warnings: ANGST, cursing, cheating, alcohol consumption

BAKUGOU’S MASTERLIST

Pt.1 Pt.2

You have a small, beautiful family. Your loving husband, Katsuki and your adorable daughter, 5 year old Katsumi.

Katsumi was your precious baby girl. She had Katsuki’s ash blonde hair with your silky smooth hair texture. She had your E/C eyes and Katsuki’s porcelain skin. She had Katsuki’s bravery and boldness along with your kindness and compassion. She was a perfect mix of you both.

Y/N and Katsuki have been together ever since their childhood. Their families were close and they grew up together. Katsuki always swore to protect his princess. They got together in their junior year and about 5 years after they graduated from UA high, Katsuki proposed.

—

—

“Be back soon, okay Suki?” You sweetly said to your husband as he got closer to the door. He pulled you in with a smile and pecked your cheek.

“Yeah, yeah Teddy Bear. I’ll probably be back sooner than you think, don’t even wanna go with those losers.” He complained with a strained face. You giggled at his expression and went on.

“Those losers have been your best friends since high school. You love them. You know you do,” you teased. “Besides, you haven’t spent some time with them in forever.”

“Yeah Y/N. I’m a husband and a dad. I don’t need to be around my friends, I need to be with my family.” He exclaimed with a playful voice.

“Well your family will still be here when you get back. Just as long as you always come back to us too.” You said with a wink.

“Always will Teddy Bear.” He said holding you tight. He held you close until you both heard the little pitter patter of feet running to the front door. You both looked down and saw your daughter in her pjs and watched as she jumped onto Katsuki.

“Be back soon daddy!” She said with a squeal. Katsumi was definitely a daddy’s girl. Her and her father were attached at the hip the second she was born. They were best friends and you loved their father-daughter dynamic.

“Katsumi, you’re supposed to be sleeping, love.” You said with a chuckled as you held her tiny hand while Katsuki picked her up in his arms.

“I wanted to say bye to daddy before he went to see uncle Kiri! And uncle Denki and uncle Sero and Auntie Mina!” She said and watched as you and Bakugou lip synced to her voice as she said the Bakusquad’s names. She laughed at her parent’s teasing as Katsuki assaulted her in kisses.

“That’s sweet baby bear. Don’t worry. I’ll be back soon. So get to bed you brat,” Bakugou said as he placed his daughter down and ruffled her hair. Others would look down on the rough treatment but you knew Katsumi never took it seriously. She always laughed and played back with Katsuki whenever he put on his ‘mean guy act.’

“M’kay.” Katsuki bent down to kiss her cheek and you followed doing the same action before Katsumi ran back off to her room. You and Katsuki said bye to each other after Katsuki gave you a loving kiss. He walked out the door to meet with his friends as he knew he was in for a long night.

It would soon shock him to see how true that statement would be.

—

The night was going well. Katsuki left around 8:30 and he said he would be back sooner than you thought so considering he was now a family man, you thought he’d be back by midnight. However, you woke up in the middle of the night and saw it was 3 in the morning...and he still wasn’t home. You were starting to get worried now.

If this was back in your earlier years of marriage, you’d say this was okay. Not great but okay, except now, Katsuki has responsibilities and promises that he vowed to keep. He should’ve been home a long time ago. Where was he? You stayed up deciding to sit and wait for him to come home and after almost 2 hours, your phone rang.

You picked it up quickly with a little bit of fear and anger sitting in your stomach. You didn’t even bother to check who it was so when you heard the voice of your husband’s best friend instead of Katsuki, you grew concerned.

“Katsuki! Where are you?!” You asked with worry as you slightly shouted into the phone.

“Hey Y/N..... It’s Kirishima. Umm...I have something to tell you.” He said with sadness detected in his voice.

“Kiri? Is everything alright? Wheres Katsuki?” You asked.

“I’m so sorry Y/N...”

Listening to the red head’s voice made your eyes pop. Your body trembled and tears began to pool in your eyes as you shook your head in denial. Katsuki loved you. You both had a daughter! A family! He would never....he wouldn’t....right? After talking to your friend for some time and getting the crucial information you needed, you made up your mind on what you had to do.

“T-Thank you, Kirishima. Goodnight.” You said into the phone with a hiccup.

“I’m sorry Y/N. You don’t deserve this. You and Katsumi....goodnight.” He said and hung up the phone. You placed it down and sat in silence for a moment. After about a minute, you broke down again and cried into your hands. You sobbed as tears flowed down your cheeks. Rivers of heartbreak and anger streamed down your face as you cried the night away.

Well..you couldn’t cry all night. Katsuki would probably be back in the morning and you had plans. You’d have to save your tears for later. You looked at the time.

4:18 a.m.

You set your alarm for 6 and went back to bed. The whole night, all you could think about was your precious baby girl. This was going to break her little heart. Instead of crying over your husband’s betrayal, you wept for your daughter’s future without her best friend. Eventually you cried yourself to sleep and the sun rose in time.

—

10:00 a.m

Katsuki opened his eyes to the alarm on the nightstand. He yawned a bit before adjusting his eyes to morning light. The more he looked at the stand, the more he realized he didn’t recognize it. Nor the alarm clock. He looked around and noticed he wasn’t in his bedroom. Katsuki shot up and sat on the bed and looked down to notice he was completely undressed. He looked to the side and saw some random woman. A complete stranger who was also naked in bed with him. His heart grew rapid as his eyes grew frantic.

“No, no, no, no, no, no this can’t be happening..this can’t be happening!” Katsuki said as his hands found way to his hair as he tugged on the blonde locks. The woman next to him awoken to his shuffling and smiled up at him. She placed her hand on his bare chest and cuddled in close to him as she sighed in content.

“G’morning handsome. Had a fun night?” She teased, reminding him of his affair and unloyal actions.

“Get the fuck off me!” He said as he jumped out of bed and found his pants. He pulled them on and continued to scream. “What the fuck is wrong with you?! The hell did you do to me you fucking slut?”

“What’re you talking about? And who the fuck are you calling a slut?” The woman said with sass.

“Just tell me where I am!” Katsuki demanded.

“A hotel! You know, the hotel you dragged me to so you could get your dick wet.” She said as she sat up from the bed but still covered herself with the blanket.

“Why the fuck would I do that?!” He screamed.

“You tell me. All I know is that I saw you in that bar, you drank a hell of a lot with your friends, I came up to you and flirted with you, you flirted back, we shared a few more drinks, and you dragged me here. I mean, I consented of course but still.” The stranger explained. Bakugou shook as he looked around in a frenzy. “Anyway, round 2?”

“You fucking bitch, I have a wife!” He screamed at her as he got himself dressed.

“Heh, wow. Well when your wife leaves you after she finds out you cheated, give me a call.” The woman said as she layed back down on the bed. Katsuki seethed at her as he squinted his eyes in disgust.

“You shameless slut. Like hell I will! And Y/N’s not gonna leave me! She loves me! And I love her-“

“Sure didn’t seem like it last night~” the woman said. Bakugou had enough and blasted the bed she was on with his quirk before cussing her out and leaving her there. He quickly ran out the hotel and found his car. He hopped inside and started it as he quickly sped off home.

“Shit!” Bakugou screamed at himself. How could he do that?! How could he cheat on you?! You were his everything! You and Katsumi! His two girls were his entire world! And he betrayed the both of you by doing this. He could only hope that you wouldn’t find out. He can’t tell you what he did. He would lose you! He can’t lost you! This whole thing just has to pass over and things will be fine. Right? Well something didn’t sit right with him as he inched closer and closer to his house.

—

When the 6 o’clock alarm rang, you woke up, ready for the day to begin and the drama to unfold. You were quick to get yourself ready. Brush your teeth, shower, get dressed, a little makeup, and you packed your important belongings and your clothes. Everything else would be replaceable. You put on a pair of shoes and put the rest in the large suitcase you had.

You made a quick call to Mina, assuming she already knew what happened. You asked if you could drop Katsumi off for some time and she of course said yes. After saying ‘thank you,’ you brought all your bags into your car and went back inside to get your daughter.

You walked into your daughter’s bedroom to see her sleeping peacefully. Next to her bed, a framed picture of your once happy family. It was Katsumi’s 4th birthday and she didn’t want to spend it with anybody else except for Mommy and Daddy. Now, you were gonna have to take someone out the picture. You shook your daughter awake and watched as she opened her beautiful E/C eyes that resembled your own.

“Katsumi..hey baby, wake up.” You softly said with a reassuring smile to not alarm her. You watched as she rubbed her eyes with her tiny fist and looked up at you.

“Mommy? What’s going on?” She asked as she looked around in a daze.

“You’re gonna have a little play date at Auntie Mina and Uncle Kiri’s house. Uncle Denki and Uncle Sero will be there too! You excited?” You asked with enthusiasm to hide your pain.

“Really Mommy?!” Your daughter asked with excitement.

“Mhm! Get ready and get dressed for Mommy. They’ll be here at 8, okay?” You said rubbing your daughter’s back before she quickly jumped out of bed and into her own bathroom.

“Okay Mommy!” She said as she ran into the bathroom, turning on the sink to begin her morning routine. Some time passed and Katsumi got dressed and you went back in her room to help her dry her hair. You helped her put on her shoes and by the time they were on, Mina and Kiri were already at the door.

You opened it with a soft smile and the couple looked at you with supportive, sad eyes. “Hey guys..”

“It’s okay to be sad Y/N, we’re here for you.” Mina said. Your eyes teared up at her words but you shook your head and gave her a hug.

“Thank you, but I promise myself I wouldn’t cry. At least, not when Katsumi’s around. I gotta be strong for her. Her whole life’s about to change after all.” You sadly said as you looked down and released your hold on Mina. Your pink friend nodded before walking into the house to find Katsumi in her bedroom. You and Kirishima stayed at the door and talked a bit more.

“I’m so sorry for all of this Y/N. I should’ve been watching him more.” Kirishima said as he looked down in sorrow.

“Kiri, you shouldn’t have to watch him. He cheated and that was his choice. Your choice was being a true friend and telling me. A true man,” you joked. You both gave a little bittersweet laugh before calming down again. “Thank you so much Kirishima.”

The red head did nothing but pull you in for a tight hug. You almost cried on his shoulder before your daughter came to the both of you. “Uncle Kiri!”

You both separated and looked down at the excited 5 year old. She jumped onto her uncle and he happily held her in his arms. “Hey squirt. Ready for a day full of fun?”

“Mhm!” Katsumi replied. You all talked some more before Katsumi said her goodbye to you and went off with Kirishima and Mina. You shut the door and took a break as you allowed a few silent tears to drop. You wiped them away and went to pack your daughter’s bags. Just a few more hours and he’d be home..probably. All you knew was that you’d have to face him eventually.

Finally, you finished packing your daughter’s things and placed them in your car. You put on a jacket and waited for Katsuki to walk through the doors. Soon, this perfect little family would go crumbling to the ground.

—

Katsuki pulled into his driveway and his eyes took notice of your car still there. He smiled at the sight and quickly got out of the car. He slammed the vehicle door shut and ran to the entrance. He unlocked the door in a rush and to say he was happy to see you on the couch, still there, was an understatement.

“Y/N! Hey Teddy Bear! I am so sorry!” He said as he ran to you and sat down next to you on the couch, pulling you in for a tight hug. He was too happy to even notice your jacket and shoes that you wore.

“Katsuki, you were gone all night. Where were you?” You said in a soft voice as you placed your hand on his chest so you could face him.

“I-..I overdid it and spent the night at Kirishima’s. I’m so sorry I didn’t tell you, love. I was passed out the whole night.” He said and attempted to pull you in again but you pressed a hand to his chest to stop him. You couldn’t believe he was going to lie to you. Actually, now that you think about it, cheating wasn’t below him so why would lying be either?

“So why didn’t Kirishima call me? Or Mina?” You questioned. Unfortunately, you underestimated Katsuki’s quick tongue. He was a good liar, and if you hadn’t already known the truth, you’d probably believe him.

“Shitty hair’s phone died and Alien girl was asleep by the time we got back. By the time he put me in the guest bed, I knocked out so don’t asked me what happened after.” He said. Your anger and fury grew at his lies but he didn’t notice. “Look, I’m so sorry I came back so late but I can make it up to you Teddy Bear. Now would you just give me a hu-“

“SHUT! UP!” You screamed as you pushed him off of you. You stood up from the couch and Bakugou watched you in “confusion.” Bakugou felt his heart racing as he had a guess at why you were so mad but he refused to believe it.

“T-Teddy Bear, whats wrong?” He asked with shaky hands as he tried to reach out to you but you dodged all his attempts.

“What’s wrong? What’s wrong?! You’re fucking lying to me! You’re lying to me after doing what you did! Katsuki, are you just gonna act like you don’t know what you did?! Because I know! So why don’t you?!” You screamed at him. Bakugou still couldn’t believe you knew so he tried his soft attempts once more and reached out to you again.

“Baby, please calm dow-“

“Are you fucking serious Katsuki? You’re gonna tell me to calm down?!” You laughed out in disbelief. You watched as Katsuki’s lip began to tremble and he looked down in shame. “Say it.”

“What?” He spoke softly.

“Say what you did.”

“......”

“Say it Katsuki! Tell me what you did and how you betrayed not only me but your daughter too.” You specified. It took Bakugou a second before he spoke up in a soft, quiet voice.

“I cheated on you...”

“Louder.”

“I cheated on you!” He said while standing up and facing you with tears in his eyes. “I cheated on you! Okay?! I got drunk last night and slept with someone else but baby I swear I didn’t mean it!” He said as he walked to you and tried to hold you. You once again pushed his hands away before speaking back.

“It doesn’t matter if you meant it or not Katsuki! You still did it!” Your voice grew dry as it began to break. Your eyes pooled with tears as you continued. “I would’ve NEVER done that to you. I wouldn’t even be CAPABLE of doing that to you Katsuki! Because I love you!”

“I love you Y/N! I swear I do!” He fought back but you retaliated.

“It doesn’t seem like it! Because you slept with someone else! You promised me you would never hurt me. You promised you would always protect me. You promised me that you loved me and only me! Not only that but you promised your daughter that you would never bring harm to her! Guess what?! You’re the reason her whole life is going to be so fucked Katsuki! Do you realize that?!” You screamed at him.

“I do, Teddy Bear, I do!” He said.

“Don’t fucking call me that Katsuki!” You said with an exasperated voice. Bakugou shook his head as he walked to you and kneeled infront of you.

“Baby, please! I’m sorry! I was drunk, it didn’t mean anything! It was a mistake but if we can forget about this I promise I’ll make it up to you!” He begged.

“Forget? Forget?! Are you insane?! I’m never gonna be able to forget any of this Katsuki. How the hell am I supposed to forget that my first friend, my first love, my first kiss, my first everything betrayed me like this! How am I supposed to forget that my husband, who I’ve known since we were fucking babies, cheated on me?! Tell me!” You said as the tears finally fell.

“I don’t know...I don’t know but I promise I can make it up to you! So please forgive me! Please stay!” He pleaded. The whole time he couldn’t let go of you. Every time you pushed him off, he just came right back.

“How am I supposed to trust that you’ll actually keep that promise?” You said softly with a sad voice. “If it wasn’t clear already, I’m not staying. We’re getting a divorce, Katsuki.”

Bakugou felt his heart shatter. He looked at you with his trembling body and shaky irises. “W-What?”

“Katsuki...you cheated. There’s no other way around it. No explanations or excuses. And you can’t even blame it on the alcohol because I’ve been blackout drunk before too and the idea of cheating on you never even crossed my mind. You have nobody to blame but yourself.” You said with a broken voice and a shrug. “We’re getting a divorce and I’m taking Katsumi with me.” You said and began to walk to the door.

Bakugou couldn’t believe what he just heard and so he got up from his knees and ran after you. He ran in front of you and held you by the shoulders. “What?! No! Baby!! Please, that’s my daughter! You can’t just take her from me, please!”

“I won’t be taking her from you,” you said and pushed his hands off your shoulders. “We can co-parent, but when she’s old enough, when Katsumi asks why we’re no longer together, I’ll be telling her the truth. So you can still see her, but when she’s ready to know, if she decides she hates you and doesn’t want to see you ever again, then you’ll have to accept it.”

At this point, Katsuki began to openly cry as he allowed his fat tears to flow down his face. Hiccups left his mouth as he shamelessly sobbed infront of you. “Y-Y/N....please don’t go. You guys are my family, you’re both my entire world..I-I love you both so much,” he said and went in to grab your hand, which you allowed. “I know I hurt you both a-and I know I fucked up, but please just give me another chance. I swear this was just a mistake, I never meant to do it. Please stay...please let me fix my mistake. I love you.”

Tears once again filled your eyes but you didn’t allow them to flow. “.....I love you too Katsuki,” at those words, Bakugou felt a bit of hope. “But I just can’t stay with you. If it was just me..I probably would give you another chance..but Katsumi is your daughter Katsuki. She’s your own flesh and blood and you betrayed her. You’re supposed to be her hero and you betrayed her like this. I just can’t trust the fact that you won’t do something like this again, and not just for my sake but for our daughter’s too. I’m sorry, but this is where we end.”

Once you said that you walked away from Bakugou, leaving him in shock. He stood there, regretting everything. Not just his mistake, but all the times where he could’ve been a better husband.

‘I should’ve held her more..I should’ve been home more...I should’ve been more for them,’ he thought until he heard the door open and slam shut. He turned to face it and looked around the now very empty house. He allowed silent tears to drip down his face and then he took a little tour of his new environment.

He walked to the master bedroom and saw all your belongings gone. He saw your closet was empty, all your shoes gone. He went into the bathroom and saw all your stuff was missing. The tears flowed faster and when he walked into his daughter’s room, it made it 10x worse.

He opened the door to the pink room and saw her bedsheets missing, all her toys gone, her closet was barren, and her bathroom was hollow. He walked back out to his little girl’s former bed and sat down. He cried on the bed and sobbed into his hands. He broke down as he thought back to your words. You were right.

‘You have nobody to blame but yourself.’

Katsuki looked up from his hands and when he did, he took notice of the picture frame that was left faced down on the night stand. He picked it up and his heart turned to dust. It couldn’t break anymore. He looked at the picture of his once happy family. His beautiful wife, his blessing of a daughter. His two girls who had a protector...that protector was supposed to be him...and he failed. He smiled at the picture but continued to cry. It was a beautiful sight but you left it behind.

He took the picture with him as he walked to his bedroom. He sat on the bed and held the frame close to his chest as he layed down on the cold mattress. Tears still freely fell as a shadow casted over his eyes. No words could be said except for a few.

“N-Nobody to blame but myself.”

@darl1ngmei

A/N: Hey Cubs! It’s been awhile since my requests have been closed AND THEY STILL ARE but the reason why I took this one was because I’ve been on a writing spree recently (I literally have 15 drafts full of different writing pieces🤣) and I rly liked this request! Please don’t start sending requests because they may just get lost. When I open up my requests, then you guys can send some because I love to satisfy! Anyways, I hope you enjoyed this piece and thank you to the cub who requested this! 🧸💗

[fredshufflepuff]

hiii can i request fred enemies to lovers with short hufflepuff reader where he just tease her endlessly abt her height and usually the reader ignores it but overtime it just becomes one of her biggest insecurities. other students began to bully the reader for the same reason and she just feel so unfair that they are doing that for something she cannot control. she became extremely quiet and avoid large crowd overall and fred noticed that. he saw what the other students are doing and saying abt the reader and got angry at them. he confronts reader and apologizes for everything he had done and tells her that she was perfect in her own way. sorry if it’s so long and detailed or confusing 😅 thank uuu i love your blog smmm

out of my control || f.w ✧˖*°࿐

summary: fred makes fun of your height relentlessly but doesn’t realize how it’s slowly breaking you.

a/n: did i not know how to head it? yes. are you going to bully me for it? NO >:(

warnings: enemies to lovers, fem!reader, language, teasing, draco being a bully >:/, asshole fred

word count: 1,982

“hey shortstack” a familiar voice taunted, the feeling of a sudden presence forming behind you.

you were on your tip toes trying to grab a potions book for your upcoming exam, obviously failing since it was placed on the second highest shelf.

you could’ve used your wand to wisk it down, but last time you did that you almost made the entire bookshelf come down.

which only peeved off madam pince into threatening you with a weeks worth of detention.

“what do you want, fred?” you asked, turning around and facing the dick who never seems to leave you alone.

“nothing much” he shrugged, reaching over you and grabbing the book you had been trying to get, “just wanted to see you.”

“see me?” your eyebrows raised in confusion as your head titled to the side, your fingers coming up to grab the book but fred pulled away.

“wow, short and gullible?” he laughed, tossing the book to the top of the shelf before walking off, your face heating up as you scoffed at his comment.

“bastard...”

a week went by of freds teasing only increasing, the boy commenting on your height and how small you were whenever he could, which, was a lot.

you didn’t know why he picked on you so much. you never crossed him in any way—that you knew of.

but you also didn’t want to come off as sensitive.

fred didn’t necessarily bully you per say, but his jabs and comments about how you looked—especially on things you couldn’t control, really stung.

you were currently paired with fred for a potions assignment, snape choosing the partners before telling everyone to get started.

“get the cauldron” the boy said, waving his hand at you before plopping himself down in the chair, your eyes narrowing at him in annoyance.

“you know i can’t fucking reach the cauldrons” you snapped, going to sit but fred pulled your chair away.

“that’s why i told you to go get it, it’ll be funny seeing you make a fool of yourself” he snapped, turning away from you with your chair so you couldn’t sit.

“go fuck yourself” you mumbled, storming towards the shelves of cauldrons as students started to make their way back.

you stood in front of the intimidating shelf with a heart clenching feeling in your chest. fred was right, you were destined to embarrass yourself—and no way in hell would snape let you levitate one down.

you looked around the room for a stool you could use, a frown on your face when you didn’t see one.

your hands reached up as you raised to your toes, squinting your eyes and turning your head to the side as you tried to grab the cauldron.

your fingers gripped the cool material of the pot before slowly sliding it towards you, not knowing how close it was to the edge until it dropped.

dropped on you.

it fell heavy on your foot as you yelped loudly in pain, falling to the ground as your hands tried desperately to catch yourself.

“ms.y/l/n! detention for two weeks, are you out of your mind?!” snape barked, everyone’s eyes on yours including freds.

“i-i didn’t do it on purpos—”

“zip it! longbottom-” snape snapped, the boy jumping nervously as he stuttered out a small ‘yes sir?’

“-bring her to madam pomfrey, come straight back when you’re done.”

you spent only an hour in the infirmary, pomfrey claiming you had sprained your foot, but broke your big toe in the process.

pomfrey wanted to keep you overnight, but you insisted on finishing your classes—or at least going back to rest in your dorm.

she gave you crutches and sent you on your way, reminding you that you were welcomed back to the infirmary if you changed your mind.

“crutches? really, tiny pants?”

“tiny pants?” you scoffed, adjusting your book bag that was threatening to fall, “really? how creative.”

“y’know, i was going to help you with your bag, but i think i’ll just watch you struggle” he said, making you scoff as you rolled your eyes.

“like i needed your help.”

just as those words left your mouth, your bag dropped to the ground with a thud.

you groaned mentally to yourself as you stared at the bag, fred laughing his ass off as you tried asking him to pick it up.

you felt stupid asking, but you were tired and your toe was in pain, you just wanted to get to your dorm.

“see you later, short stack.”

you countered up a quick levitation spell, struggling to cast it since you were balancing on one arm, the other leaning on your crutch.

when you finally did grab it, you hobbled your way to the hufflepuff common room while mumbling profanity’s under your breath—mostly cursing out fred for not helping and instead calling you names.

over the next few days your toe fully healed, madam pomfrey giving you a nasty but effective potion to help heal your bone quicker.

“take these three vials after breakfast, lunch, and dinner. start tomorrow morning” pomfrey said, handing you the tiny clear bottles as you nodded in response.

“thank you, i really appreciate it.”

you made your way out of the infirmary and back to your dorm, slipping past the students that hurried past you for today’s quidditch game, slytherin vs gryffindor.

“hey, short stack!” a familiar and irritating voice called, your legs moving faster as you sped walk down the corridor.

the footsteps got closer as you soon felt a heavy arm fall onto your shoulder, a small grunt leaving your lips as you shoved the boy away.

“oooh, snappy now are we?”

“fuck off.”

fred only laughed at your words, tossing his clean sweep back and forth as he followed you to the dorms.

“coming to the game?”

“no” you grumbled, praying to merlin the annoying red head would just leave you alone.

“awh what a shame, i was hoping on seeing my favorite cheerleader there,” his words were laced with sarcasm, the boy poking at your face as you shoved him once again.

he wanted a reaction,that’s what fred always wanted.

but you didn’t give him one, instead you went straight to your common room and up to your dorm, fred soon getting bored and heading off to his game.

you didn’t remember much from that night, just falling asleep as soon as your head hit the pillow.

you trudged your way to the main hall with your book bag tossed lazily over your shoulder, today being a free day for students to catch up on missing work and assignments.

you were planning on grabbing something small for breakfast before heading to the library to catch up on some studying.

you were so lost in your thoughts you didn’t notice you had ran straight into another student, your legs stumbling back as they cursed at you.

“watch it, first year!” draco malfoy scolded at you, your eyebrows furrowing together as your mouth fell open.

“i-i’m not a first year, i’m in the same year as you—”

“she’s just short” crabbe snickered, the blonde next to him chuckling as he eyed you up and down—which, made you extremely uncomfortable.

“stay out of my way, or you’ll get trampled” he said, his words sharp as they practically dug into your skin.

trampled? was he being serious?

“better yet, stay out of everyone’s way.”

later that day you stayed locked away in your dorm, deciding to just study there and snack on the treats you bought earlier on in the week.

you thought it was just fred that felt that way towards you, but apparently it wasn’t.

were you really that much of a burden to people?

you stayed locked away in your dorm till almost night fall. your eyes were burning from staring at the same wooden desk and book you had brought with you, along with your stomach rumbling since you hadn’t eaten much that day.

you decided to head back down to the main hall to grab some dinner and then come back up, wanting to make the trip as quick as possible.

but of course, knowing your luck, that didn’t happen.

you were walking down the ‘somewhat’ empty corridor when your eyes landed on fred, the red head smirking as he saw you which only made your stomach churn.

you tried turning around to take another path, but ran face first into someone who had been walking behind you.

“it’s the short hufflepuff again” the voice cackled, shoving you to the ground as your body hit the concrete with a thud, a low groan falling from your lips as your head started to spin.

“i said stay out of my way or you’ll get trampled, and guess what, i was true to my word” malfoy sneered, his friends laughing at his comment as your face reddened with embarrassment.

tears were pricking your eyes and your chest was heaving up and down, you felt so small compared to everyone else, you felt so tiny and defenseless.

“you want to see trampled, malfoy?” a voice boomed from behind you, your head snapping to the side as you watched fred approaching you from behind.

you felt intimidated by him, the way his body loomed over yours made you feel sick, especially with how he’s been treating you.

“ah, weasley! come to see the show?”

“there is no show, unless you prefer your goons here to see you receive a black eye” he said calmly, the blonde narrowing his eyes at the boy before shoving past everyone, crabbe and goyle running after him.

fred turned to see if you were okay, his eyes softening as he watched tears roll down your face.

“are you oka-”

“okay?! am i o-okay?” you asked, picking yourself up and violently rubbing your tears away, “no i’m not fred! malfoy was never the problem, it was always you!”

“but i-”

“you what?!” you spat, “you were just joking?”

“y/n, i never meant to hurt you” he mumbled, his face heating up as guilt formed in his stomach. he’s been a dick to you all this time and has just now realized what his words were really doing.

“then what was your intention?” you asked.

“i-i just” he didn’t know what to say, there was only one thing to say, “i’m sorry.”

“s-sorry?”

“sorry for picking on you every day for something you can’t control, sorry for making you struggle when you clearly needed help” he spewed out, not even stopping to think as the words he’s been meaning to say fell from his mouth, “i think you’re absolutely perfect the way you are, and i realize now how much of a jerk i was—how much i was hurting you.”

“how can you make fun of something i can’t control and then come to me saying i’m perfect the way i am? are you out of your mind?!” you asked, voice holding annoyance but mostly hurt—what was fred trying to get at?

“i just thought- it’s stupid i know but, i just thought teasing you would be easier than admitting my feelings.”

“f-feelings?”

“for you” he says, voice only just above a whisper as he let his words sink into you. he has feelings for you?

“but i understand if you don’t feel the same, i was rotten to you. i wouldn’t even help you pick up your bag when you were in crutches! i was just so blinded by my own stupidity to actually man up and do something-”

you cut fred off by pulling him into a kiss, his rambling coming to a stop as he melted into your touch. you had to stand on your tip toes to reach him, but fred helped by leaning over and cupping your face.

“i think your height is adorable” he mumbled against your lips, a blush taking over your face as you pulled him back into the kiss.

“just shut up and kiss me.”

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[cinebration]

Prophetic Fucking Visions (Alfie Solomons x Reader) [One-shot]

Prompt: “Am I not good enough?” / “I’m not good enough.”

For @writeroutoftime​! I had so much fun writing this! I was nervous, because I love Alfie so much and felt I couldn’t write him, but here we are. I hope you like it!

Warnings: blood and guts, seagull death

Gif Source: cillianmurphyss

You first met Alfie on the shore, though you were in the sand and he was above you on the bluff. A gunshot exploded above your head.

Curses spewed out of you as you ducked, your heart pounding in your chest. A seagull went down in a puff of feathers, blood splattering onto your hair.

You swore loudly.

Alfie’s grizzled face peered over the bluff, eyes squinting down at you. “Fuck me, that’s a woman.”

Shading your eyes against the sun, you glared up at him. “What gave it away?”

“Not your fuckin’ sailor’s mouth,” he boomed at you.

If only I had a sailor’s fist, I’d knock you down, you thought.

“Sorry, love, didn’t mean for all that shit on ya. Come on up and get yourself cleaned up.”

You hesitated. You didn’t know him, and he still had the pistol in his hand. “I’ll manage,” you called up.

“Fuck me, you want me to throw down a rag instead?”

It was better than walking back into town with seagull oozing down your face. “If you please.”

“Awright,” Alfie croaked, disappearing.

After five minutes of waiting, the sun starting to beat down on you, you decided the rag wasn’t worth waiting for. You resumed your walk across the beach.

“Woman!”

You stopped in your tracks and turned toward the voice. Alfie lumbered across the sand toward you, a small towel clutched in one broad hand. You stared at him. The man seemed to be a bear, shoulders slightly hunched as he made his way to you.

The horrid scar on the left side of his face and the milky blue eye drew your attention last. The other eye searched your face as he at last stopped before you and extended the cloth.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, taking it from him and roughing it over your hair.

“Not seen you around these parts, Sailor Mouth.”

You arched your eyebrows. “Sailor Mouth?”

“Got nothin’ else to call you ’til you give me your name.”

“And what would I call you?”

“The Wandering Jew.”

Your eyebrows arched higher, but you kept quiet. Raking the towel over your hair and ears one last time, you asked, “Did I get it all?”

Lips pressing together, he surveyed your head. Taking the towel from your hand, he swiped it along your forehead and then down the back of your neck, wiping away the last of the gunk. He grunted his approval.

“Thank you,” you repeated.

“For getting seagull guts all over you? That’s bad luck, that is.”

A rueful chuckle slipped past your lips. “Call me Bad Luck Sailor Mouth.”

Alfie’s good eye glimmered.

~~

“I do the odd thing here and there. Nothing too respectable,” you said with a laugh.

Alfie walked alongside you on the beach. You had chanced upon him a week after the seagull incident. He had struck up a friendly, albeit strange conversation with you before you had been forced to return back to town.

This was the fourth such meeting. It seemed he had been waiting for you this time. You only walked the beach once a week, not always on the same day, so he must have waited each day to see if you’d walk by.

“I used to make bread,” he said. “It isn’t too respectable neither.”

“Well, I’m sure real bakers would abhor liquid bread.”

He looked at you sharply.

“Your reputation precedes you,” you informed him. “It seems you’re a god down in Camden Town.”

He grunted. “I was resurrected.”

“And I was swallowed into the whale’s belly.”

He laughed. “That where you got your sailor’s mouth, is it?”

“More like my bad luck.”

He looked at you with that unblinking stare of his. It disconcerted you less and less the more you saw it. He seemed to be fixing it on you more frequently, though you couldn’t understand why. You felt scrutinized, a not altogether unpleasant feeling from him.

“You eat?” he asked.

“What, whales? That’s not how I got out of that mess.”

His eyes gleamed wickedly in the setting sun. “Dinner.”

“Sure, if you have whale to spare.”

“No whale, I fuckin’ hate fish.”

“I suppose that’s alright. It’d just taste like bad luck.”

Alfie lumbered off in the direction of his home. You managed to keep pace with him, his stride long but unhurried. A light breeze blew off the sea, tickling your cheeks with sea spray even at a distance. Ominous clouds gathered on the horizon, the distant breakers foaming white as the wind whipped them into a frenzy.

Alfie refused to let you help in the kitchen. You followed him into it anyway, watched him work. He had put a chicken in his oven earlier. You gathered he had hoped to have you over for dinner—had probably prepared a special meal every day until you arrived.

“On occasion,” he informed you, “I did make real bread.” He set a basket full of it before you.

You plucked off a small roll and began to eat it as you waited for him to finish roasting some vegetables. “A chicken, huh?”

“The seagull I shot didn’t keep. It was a stringy bastard.”

You laughed, the sound filling the space over the sizzle of the stove.

You enjoyed every bite of dinner. Alfie watched you with interest as you ate your fill.

“What’s a woman like you doin’ here in Margate? Why aren’t you in London or someplace?”

“Too big and noisy.” You shrugged. “Nobody gets seagull in my hair or shoots at boats for fun. I guess they only do that to people.”

“Ah, well, I’ve done that. Shot people.”

You lifted your head to see him staring at you. “For business or…?”

He leaned back in his chair, appraising you. “A bit of both.”

You nodded and resumed eating. Your inquiries about him after your first meeting had told you that much about him.

Dessert was succulent fruit. Alfie had fallen into silence, not quite brooding but definitely pensive. He directed you into the living room, the open balcony doors overlooking the ocean. The storm approached, a mild rain beginning to fall.

It reminded you of the rainy days of your childhood. Your mother would stoke the hearth fire and spin yarns to while away the hours.

The weather and Alfie’s unusually subdued demeanor pulled you down into a somber mood.

“My mother told me a story once,” you murmured, “one I’ve never forgotten. It goes like this. A young man meets a beautiful woman—the woman of his dreams, he thinks—who always treats him well but never responds to his advances. He watches her from afar, watching as other men try to woo her. She treats them coldly. He thinks to himself, ‘She must love me. She treats me better than them.’ But try as he might, with flowers and sweets and pretty words, he can’t get her to acknowledge her feelings.

“So one day, he asks, desperate, ‘Am I not good enough?’ And she says, ‘I’m not good enough. I’d make a poor wife. I’ll never be the woman in your dreams.’ He protests, but she tells him, ‘I have a temper, and I speak my mind. I wake ill-humored and have days where it feels like the whole sky is gray and nothing can lift it. My smile is fake, and I hate this place.’

“He realizes with a broken heart that she is not the woman he believed her to be, and he leaves her.”

Silence descended on you both.

“I hate that story,” you hissed quietly. “It doesn’t tell you that he drinks too much and stays out late, that he would make an equally poor husband. He isn’t the man of her dreams either. Neither is enough alone, but together, they can be.”

Alfie shifted in his seat. The creak of his chair drew your attention. A deep furrow scored his brow. “Dreams, yeah?” The tension in his voice sent a shiver through you.

“Yeah,” you echoed.

“I’ve been having these dreams lately, see. They’ve got this woman in it, yeah, but I can’t see her face. She could be anyone. In these dreams, she asks me a question, right? And I know in that moment she will be my death.” He looked at you, unblinking. “You’ve got a question for me, yeah?”

You met his gaze. It was the question you hadn’t asked when he had introduced himself. “What did you do to condemn yourself to be the wandering Jew?”

He stilled. The waves crashed on the shore beyond the window, seagulls shrieking overhead.

“Yeah.” His voice rumbled in his chest. “That’s it.”

“Any woman could’ve asked that.”

“They would’ve asked, ‘Why do you call yourself that? What’s it mean?’ But you know what it means, so you asked the right question.”

“How will I be your death, then?”

“Fuck if I know.”

Thunder pealed, shaking the windows.

“Should I leave?”

“Did I say that? I came to Margate to fucking die, yeah? I’d rather someone love me to death than this fucking cancer.”

You swallowed thickly. “I’m not the woman of your dreams.”

“You’re right,” he growled. “I don’t have dreams. I have prophetic fucking visions. So are ya gonna fuckin’ kiss me or wot, Sailor Mouth?”

“You bet your fucking ass I am.”

[babbushka]

“I didn’t get soaked wet through walking to your house for you to say no to pizza. I have beer too. I know you’re sad, so let me in.”

This would be really fun with Flip or Clyde or a Kylo. Just soaked and grouchy about being soaked but wanting to cheer you up. Or even just have an impromptu date.

Thank you for doing sindays 💙

1.6k, Biker!Kylo AU cw: mild angst, emotional hurt/comfort (mental health, depression)

At first he thought you were angry with him, when he hadn’t heard from you. He tried to tell himself that you were probably just busy at first, but when his texts went unanswered, and his calls straight to voicemail, he started to panic, thinking that he had done something wrong. You weren’t one to give him the cold shoulder though, you had no problem telling him exactly when he had overstepped, when his words went from playful to mean -- it was one of the things he loves about you.

So for you to not answer your phone and at least tell him what the matter is, makes Kylo worry more than he usually does. Either he fucked up big time, or something happened to you. He’d much much rather it be the former than the latter, because, well. He doesn’t even know what he would do, if something were to have happened to you.

Kylo got so desperate that he began to hound your friends. Figuring that they must know something, he had rolled up to their houses unannounced, uninvited, on his big loud motorcycle, ready to beg for answers. And when they shrug flippantly and say things like “oh she gets like this sometimes when she’s sad, don’t worry it’ll pass”, Kylo can’t help but get angry on your behalf.

If there was one thing Kylo wasn’t going to do, was wait for it to pass.

Which is how he finds himself outside your apartment, in the pouring fucking rain, calling and calling and calling you, hoping that he can jostle you out of your funk long enough to answer him. He’s got his arms full with food and drinks, because he knows that when he’s said he sometimes forgets to eat, so he has to shove his phone between his massive shoulder and cheek, praying you’ll answer.

“Kylo I -- ”

“Sweets! Let me in, I’m outside.” He interrupts your attempts to shoo him away. He can hear it in your voice, that defeated exhausted sort of tone, and he makes a decision right then and there that he isn’t going to give up. He’s not going to let you suffer through another day inside your own head alone.

“No, Kylo, I’m sorry I’m not in the mood.” You try, but he’s not having it, not for one fucking second.

“Nononono,” He shakes his head even though you can’t see, he knows you can’t see because he’s staring up into your window and the light is turned on but you’re not peeking through the curtains the way you usually do. “Don’t hang up. I have food.”

“I’m fine.” You lie, but there’s a hiccuping sort of shuddering breath that you exhale that gives you away, “Please just go away, I’m not in a state to be seen by anyone.”

Kylo is about to say something, when a loud crack of thunder booms through the neighborhood, lightning pealing across the sky. He has to blink the raindrops away from his eyes from where they’re dripping down his furrowed brow, shielding the box of pizza against his chest, tucking it under his jacket so it doesn’t go soggy.

“Listen I didn’t get soaked through walking to your house for you to say no to pizza. I have beer too. I know you’re sad, so let me in.” He insists, a little more bossy than he normally is with you, but these aren’t normal circumstances.

“Give me a second to clean up?” Your voice finally sighs through the phone, and that’s a small victory that gets Kylo’s adrenaline pumping in his throat.

“No, let me in now. You don’t have to clean up for me.” He orders, knowing that you’ll just hang up and leave him out there, too embarrassed about the whole thing, so he has to remind you, “You’ve seen me looking like shit, it’s okay, I’m not going to judge you.”

You hang up the phone then, and he’s ready to curse loudly and find some way to scale the side of the fucking building, when the buzzer of the lock opens. Throwing a silent thanks to the sky, he pushes his way into the parlor of the brownstone, and then begins the three story walkup to your apartment unit, two steps at a time, careful not to slip.

He sees you waiting for him in the doorway when he makes it to your landing, and his heart just about breaks. You look like a fucking mess, like you haven’t been taking care of yourself for the past couple days. His heart clenches when he sees you’ve got one of his t-shirts on, one of the ones from the shop, First Order Mechanics splashed across your chest as the huge shirt dwarfs the rest of you.

Walking you back into your apartment, Kylo sets down the box of pizza and the 6-pack on the kitchen table, ignoring the mess of dishes in the sink, and immediately opens his arms to you.

“C’mere sweets.” He beckons, and like a moth to a flame, you practically throw yourself into his embrace, a sob somewhere between exhaustion and relief wrenching out of your chest as he kisses the top of your head, hands rubbing your back, “You’re okay, I’ve got you.”

“Sorry, I’m -- ” You hiccup as you shove your face into his neck, but he pinches your side lightly with a frown.

“No, you don’t fucking apologize to anyone, you got that?” His arms are tight around you, squeezing you and grounding you, “Just let me hold you.”

He’s wet, soaked to the fucking bone, but neither of you really care that much, until you start to shiver from the feeling of his clothes growing cold. Walking you through the apartment to the bedroom where he knows you’ve got a stash of his clothes, Kylo strips out of his dark t-shirt and jeans, and is about to reach into your dresser for something else to put on, when you stop him with a hand on his arm.

Kylo’s about to protest when he sees you taking your clothes off too, wanting to let you know he’s here to comfort you, not fuck you, but once you’re just as naked as he is, you walk back out into the living room.

Frowning in confusion, Kylo follows like the good boy that he is, and gets the hint when you lay down on the couch, patting the space next to you. The couch is really too small for the both of you to lay comfortably, because Kylo’s so fucking big, but he crams himself as close to you as possible, eventually settling down on his back and pulling you onto his chest.

Heartbeats moving in time together, you’re quiet for a long while. The television is turned on, something on Netflix is muted, flickering on the screen as the rain rumbles and pours outside. You both listen to the sound of the rain, as Kylo’s hands rub up and down your bare back, your naked bodies simply being close to one another, the intimacy and warmth of being human together enough to soothe your cries.

Kylo kisses the top of your head, tries to get your temples too, but the angle is awkward. You’re nestled against his chest, your chilled fingertips warming up as they trace patterns on his firm pecs. There’s no way for him to know how long you both lay there like that, and in the back of his mind, he thinks that the pizza must be getting cold.

All his thoughts go out the window though, when your shoulders start to shake, and he’s fearful that you’re crying again, until you prop yourself up a little to look at him, and you’ve got the hint of a smile on your lips. Resting your chin on your hands, peering up at him, Kylo can’t help but have the ghost of a smile too.

“What’s so funny?” Kylo whispers, his pointer finger tracing lightly up and down the bridge of your nose.

“I thought you were going to break up with me, when you saw me like this.” You bite at your lip, before ducking your head, feeling foolish.

“I thought you were going to break up with me.” Kylo admits with a chuckle of his own, “I thought I fucked something up.”

“Did you?” You raise a brow, and Kylo smiles a little wider at that, because you being playful like this is a good sign, even if a small one.

“I don’t think so.”

“No, you didn’t.” You promise him, kissing the divot between his pecs, the only spot you can reach for the moment.

Kylo lets out a deep sigh at that, any residual fears he may have had melting away.

“Is there anything I can do?” He whispers, feeling so out of his element, out of his depth. Usually when his brain starts playing tricks on him, he punches something until the feeling goes away, but, obviously that’s not how you handle things, and...well he just doesn’t want you to handle them alone.

“Just be here with me.” You reply, and that’s easy enough for Kylo, who only ever wants to be right beside you anyway.

“As long as you need.” He promises, kissing your forehead once again. “You can’t scare me away baby girl, don’t ever worry about that.”

He knows that things like this come without warning, and often overstay their welcome inside your head, but he hopes that he can prove to you, that you don’t have to hide that from him. He’s got his own demons that you’ve seen firsthand, that you’ve stayed with him through, and he’ll prove to you that he’ll stay with you through yours.

“Did you say you brought pizza?” You suddenly ask, and Kylo smiles with a nod, hoping that it’s still good, but knowing that it will be, because you’re together.

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[umiarumi]

fucking three houses | raphael kirsten

try to write serious raphael smut challenge (impossible difficulty)

You grunted as your boots skidded against the grass, grimacing as the deer ran in an opposite direction. Watching it run into a distant flower field? You assumed that's what it was at least, otherwise completely clueless to what the hell those plants are.

Sighing, you cursed under your breath as another catch got away. Hunting for the monastery was never something you minded, yet, despite your upbringing, you weren't all too good at it.

You bit your lip before deciding to take after the catch. You weren't about to lose some good praise from Byleth just because of some dumb flower field! "Damnit, it won't hurt to try!"

You sprinted off into the flower field, ignorant of the sickly sweet smell of the pollen. It flew into the air as your nimble feet ran swiftly through the field. The pollen fell upon you and your hair, making you sneeze.

"Welp, no doubt they're flowers." You mumbled to yourself, eyes peeled open for any sight of a catch, as you exited the field, you crouched down to get a silent, low-profile scan of the place.

Funnily enough, it didn't occur to you how a certain tingle sent a pant down your spine. The way a rush of blood spurred through you.

"Nothing yet... damn, why am I so puffed?" You panted, wiping your forehead.

Chuckling, you got up and silently stalked the surrounding area. Raph could wait a while longer, but even though his love for food encouraged you, the sheer size of the dude didn't bring you too much hope.

"Well, everything aside, I still have the fish and herbs. Nothing like a bit of 'I tried!' To solve the day!" You cheered yourself up. Yet, that was when you noticed it.

You noticed the tingle which travelled down your spine, the bursts of heat rushing to your core, the pumping blood which seemed to heighten your senses.

"Then, what the hell did I run through..." You pondered. Trudging back through the field, memorising the appearance of the flowers. "I'll tell Manuela about these, if only we still had the other classes... Dedue or Ashe could've known something?"

As soon as you exited the other side, that oh so familiar pang struck you. You groaned as you slipped to the ground. "Fuck... what the hell?"

You crawled towards a tree, shielding your vulnerability. The sudden urge to satisfy and be satisfied was all too familiar to you now. Damnit! If only Claude or Ignatz were here, they wouldn't mind... surely.

"Ngh, damnit." You huffed, looking around the dense forest. You'd never been too much of an exhibitionist, and as undeniably hot as the thought of getting off in front of anyone was, you couldn't entertain it now.

God, it felt like you would die if you didn't satisfy yourself now. "Just... for safety... right?" You groaned, hand making its way down to your shorts.

You'd swapped out the armour for shorts considering the tiring activity, yet that useless information didn't plague you now. What was restricting you from getting your needs was.

Lifting your hips, you slipped out of your shorts and underwear. You moaned softly as your significantly colder hands met your heated pussy.

Your fingers delicately rubbed your clit, before diving straight in. You had no time nor interest in teasing yourself, you just needed release.

As you pumped your middle and index fingers in and out of your vagina, the only sounds of the forest seemed to be the birds chattering and the lewd sloshing of your cunt.

You groaned in annoyance, it wasn't enough. It wasn't deep enough, it wasn't big enough. You needed to be filled, it was such a base desire... why can't you fill it?!

"Hey, is that you pal?" The booming voice of Raphael called out to you.

You hissed a curse, scrambling to be at least somewhat decent, yet it was too late.

"Raphael, I-I can explain!" You interrupted him, his grin coming down onto your body before it faulted.

"W-Woah! You're naked! I'm sorry!" He yelled, and you quickly shushed him.

"Q-quieter please, Damn! I-I walked into some weird flowers... they made me... this way." You mumbled, panting at the emptiness.

He slowly nodded, looking over to the field you suggested. "And it's making you, uh, wanna do the dirty?" He asked curiously, laughing.

"Well, yeah." You bluntly stated.

"But, no matter. I'll deal with it when we get back..." You groaned, shifting to stand up.

"I can help you, ya know." He deadpanned, looking down at you. The sheer difference in size was only more noticeable in this situation. It made you wonder.

You don't know how you got here, men offering themselves to you... well, you weren't complaining.

"Y-you can...? You really don't mind?" You asked incredulously, heaving as you held his gaze

"Yeah, you're a friend in need and who am I to deny you! Besides, you are really pretty..." He blushed, looking away.

You would usually blush, but the heat on your face simply couldn't get redder right now.

"Then, Raphael... please."

And with your words, he leant over to pick you up. You gasped as you were lifted, body relieved as it was stripped of its constant tightening.

"Wow, you're already so wet. But, uh, could you help me warm up a little more?" He asked, looking down at the growing bulge in his pants. It wasn't even fully hard?! How the hell would that fit... no... no, you needed that in you. It didn't matter, he would be the one to satisfy you.

As he shrugged his slacks off, he grinned nervously at you. Your jaw hung open, he could hold a record with that thing.

"You don't mind if I use you, right?" He asked cautiously, asking for your consent.

"Please, do." You said, drooling at the anticipation.

He nodded, moving you up and down his dick, the wetness of your cunt giving him lubricant. The two of you moaned softly.

After a few repeated motions of this, he grew rock hard. You gulped, yet it felt more out of excitement than nerves now.

"You ready?" He asked, tilting his head. It was funny, even now he reminded you of a big puppy.

You nodded, biting your lip in anticipation.

And no sooner did you feel your back get slammed against the tree, did you feel the overwhelming filling sensation of Raphael bottoming out.

You moaned in unison, basking in the pleasure. Yet it only got better as he began to thrust, pushing you against the tree.

You opened your squeezed eyes to see the once nervous young man now a grinning, overarching figure,

The sight made you moan louder, and Raphael moved one hand supporting you to unbutton your top. As he tore your bra off, your face darkened impossibly further as your tits bounced out.

Raphael's gaze became transfixed on the routine bouncing and slapping of your tits, and so he thrust harder. You groaned, feeling yourself tighten.

"It's alright now, I'm gonna make you feel all better!" He groaned, slamming in and out of you harder. You could hardly even moan anymore, gasping in routine with his thrusts.

"Soooooo good, Raph!" You slurred, struggling to speak. He smirked at this, laughing as he thrust harder.

"You're so tight! But, you're a real good girl for fitting me in, nice and snug." He complimented, spurring you closer to your end.

You couldn't think, no... you didn't even want to. The overwhelming pleasure of Raphael's dick in and out of you was too much. Too good.

"You look so tasty like this! I'll have to try you some time!" He grunted as he stopped speaking, and as he felt you tighten around him, he got the signal.

The thrusting got impossibly deeper, harder and faster. Just how much stamina did he have?!

That was a stupid question, we're talking about Raphael here.

With a sudden, sharp, thrust you felt your cunt spasm. "Oh-Ooohhhh~" You moaned, body relaxing and tightening. Raphael bit his lip, apologising as he continued to fuck you through your orgasm. You couldn't let out a noise, the overstimulating pleasure all too much.

And at the extra tightening, Raphael let out a loud groan as he came, the spurts of cum filling you up, a fulfilling warmth encompassing you.

"Now, let's just make sure that pollen hasn't got you anymore... a few more rounds should help, and I'm not tired!"

"W-wait, more!?"

[sapphire-dreamsky]

Here’s to 1000 years of Loneliness

Starring: Sukuna | Reader | Prime Ryomen Sukuna

Pairing: Sukuna/Reader

Setting: Prime Age of Sorcery

Inspiration

When you woke up, you didn't expect to wake up on a hard surface. You were pretty sure that if it weren't for Sukuna's arms around you, you would be shivering, teeth clacking because it was cold. But Sukuna's body was like a furnace. He radiated heat as naturally as he radiated curse energy.

Turning your head left and right, you found yourself confused. Where were you? You didn't recognise the surroundings. Were you dreaming?

You pinched yourself just in case.

Nope.

You were very much awake.

Where the fuck were you?

Wiggling out of Sukuna’s grasp, you pay no mind to his groans of annoyance.

Looking around, you realise that you were not in your home. 

In fact, you were in some sort of red spider lilies field. The flowers were beautiful. They reminded you of Sukuna’s eyes a bit. 

Anyway. Back to the enigma. Where were you and how did you arrive here? (A/N: Got no idea on this one. Plot hole for you, plot convenience for me. Enjoy your vacation though😏.)

You hear some shuffling behind you. You turn around, only to be met with the red curious eyes of your boyfriend.

‘‘What the-?’’

Sukuna was as perplexed as you. However, the more he looks around, the more he recognises the area.

‘‘I know this place. How-?’’

Suddenly, without much explanation for his odd behaviour, the curse grabs your hand and turns on his heels, marching towards the forest surrounding the area. 

You tried your best to keep up but it was difficult with his long strides.

You had to practically run behind him to keep up.

‘‘Sukuna...wait...you are too quick!’’

He looks at you with a teasing glint. 

Suddenly, you are thrown over his shoulder like a sack of potato.

‘‘Hey!’’

However, he pays you no mind. In fact, he seems to march even more quickly. 

Because your back was turned, you couldn’t understand why he suddenly stopped. However, by his appreciative ‘hmm’, you guess it was a good sign. Maybe he found the way back?

He doesn’t really let you down. In fact, with a confidence that could only belong to Sukuna, he makes his way into a shrine as if he owned the place.

You could only see the entrance getting smaller as he marches inside.

‘‘Aaahhh. It feels so good to be back home!’’

‘Home?’

Before you could ask what he meant, a booming voice could be heard from the inside of the temple.

A voice so similar and yet so different from your Sukuna. Is it his dad?

‘‘Who dares cross the threshold of my territory without even waiting for my servants to welcome you in? You got some balls.’’

Out from the shadows emerges Sukuna, in all his four arms glory. His face was nothing like the current Sukuna. Cold and hard, he glares down at the shorter curse who does not appear intimidated at all. In fact, Sukuna grins at his younger self.

‘‘Oh oh! Damn I knew I looked nice but I didn’t know to that extent. Human, look at my former form! Wasn’t it marvelous? Look at those muscles! Man, I miss those. And look at how tall I was! I wished that this body could be as tall as I was back then! I had a field day intimidating everyone!’’

‘‘Wait what?!’’ Now you were confused. Sukuna lets you down from his shoulder gently. Then he turns you around and you have to crane your neck to even see the face of Sukuna? But it wasn’t really Sukuna too? 

Indeed, the man standing in front of you is nothing like your current Sukuna. In fact, you were panicking in your mind. You were pretty sure your body was trembling too.

This curse is Sukuna in his prime. What if he kills your Sukuna? 

‘‘Uhm…’’

‘‘I can’t believe I looked so good though! No wonder everyone cowered before me back then! I didn’t even have to deploy my curse energy before they all scurried away like little rabbits!’’

Your Sukuna began gleefully laughing as if this situation was even remotely funny. While you could agree that Prime Sukuna (You started calling him that because calling him Sukuna too would be too confusing), was indeed handsome, his face did not appear to find this situation hilarious. And you had to agree with him here. 

There was nothing funny about this situation. 

‘‘You brought in a sacrifice I see. Nice one. You chose well.’’

Prime Sukuna inspects you over with his four eyes. However, unlike your Sukuna, these eyes were cold and harsh. You felt a shiver run up your back. Your instincts were telling you to run. But if Prime Sukuna was anything like your Sukuna, this would only set him off further. 

Your Sukuna stopped laughing. However, his smirk was still in place. He puts an arm around your shoulders as if this situation was normal.

‘‘They are nice, aren’t they? They can even cook very well! I have never tasted better food than theirs!’’

Prime Sukuna huffs, crosses his four arms.

‘‘Oh yeah? I would have to be the judge of that.’’

‘‘Well, you kind of already judged that. Well, technically I did. But I’m you.’’

‘‘I can see that. But why are you so short? Did I get hit by a curse or something?’’

‘‘No. You were sealed but then reincarnated into the 21st century. I won’t tell you the details because it could be bad to change the future and all that.’’

Sukuna waves his hand around dismissively. You look at him inquisitively. He could have just warned his past self here. There was no one to stop him.

‘‘Anyway. Let’s sit and speak for a bit. We got stuck here apparently. Let me introduce you to my brat. Technically they are yours too but not now.’’

‘‘Prime Sukuna merely nods to you.

Both Sukuna went on to sit at a table where there was a big jug of sake. He pours some for his shorter self and some for yourself. 

Sukuna began telling him his adventures in the future as they both drank and laughed. 

This situation was strange. Weird even. But seeing your Sukuna so careless and free, laughing with himself (?) as he drinks sake is a sight that you would give anything to see again. 

You realised as Prime Sukuna leads you both to his personal chambers to sleep, that they weren’t that different after all. Perhaps Prime Sukuna was indeed a violent, cruel and ruthless curse who wreaked havoc everywhere he went. But as you watched him interact, you realise that he isn’t that much different from his present self.

He still had this same habit as his present self as your Sukuna showed him his phone and took selfies with it, showing it to his past self who was so confused by all this.

As soon as you dropped your head on the pillow, sleep overcame you.

However, Sukuna was not sleepy. He watched over you, mind battling with the endless possibilities. If he told his prime self when, where and how he will be sealed, he would still be able to wreak havoc everywhere. If he tells everything to him, he would not have to go through more than 1000 years of loneliness. He would not have to watch as time goes on without him. He would not have to be an observer. He would live through these 1000 years and destroy whoever came in his way. But would he meet you? If he didn’t get sealed, would he take the time to get to know you? A mere human who was too awkward for their own good. A human who made him feel love for the first time. A human who understands him and accepts him just as he is. A human who doesn’t cower in fear when he loses his temper and wants to destroy everything because he is not from this time. He doesn’t understand this era he was reincarnated into. And he hates not understanding.

Prime Sukuna watches his future self think while he watches your sleeping form. A question pounds his head as he looks at his weaker self.

‘‘Are they worth not telling me when we first met, how I will be sealed?’’

Sukuna didn’t know how to answer his past self. He didn’t know if he would understand. He knows how his mind works because he used to believe that love was not for him. Love is stupid and makes you weak. But you make him stronger. His desire to protect you makes him stronger than he ever was. He hates how cliche it sounds, but that’s how he feels every time he is with you. He will complain about the era he was reincarnated into countless times. He misses his old form, his old raw power. But then, if he were to tell him everything. Would he have met you? What if indeed his past self escapes from his future self telling him about the sealing and who the sorcerers were and continues to wreak havoc as he goes from village to village? You were not from a clan of sorcerers. You would be fine. But then, what if his past self accidentally kills your ancestors during his rampages? Sukuna didn’t know who your ancestors were. He wouldn’t be able to warn his past self that they were the ancestors of his future partner. Besides, what is it to say that he would even spare them? He never knew love nor loneliness. To him, it would be like any other family. Nothing special about them. So, instead of telling his old self all that, he merely smiles slightly.

‘‘Yeah. They are worth everything.’’

His younger self looks at the bright honest happy smile that his future self is sporting. He chuckles silently so as to not wake you. He brings his glass of sake to his lips, muttering, ‘‘well, here’s to 1000 years of loneliness I guess?’’

Sukuna brings his own glass to his lips, a smile still on his face as he thinks back to all these moments spent together. ‘‘Yeah. Here’s to 1000 years of loneliness.’’

[rachelbethhines]

Tangled Salt Marathon - No Time Like the Past

While I wouldn’t call this the worst episode of the series, there are several others I dislike more, I would call this the most ill conceived story in the show. 

All the other bad episodes have potential but are let down by poor presentation, boring predictability, or sloppy planning. This one however, is fundamentally flawed in it’s very basic premise and so ranks in the bottom of most fans lists. Even people who are far more forgiving of season three and than I am, and are hardcore New Dream stans, still dislike this episode. That’s how bad it is. 

Summary: Rapunzel discovers Old Lady Crowley tossing out Cassandra's things. She is upset and demands that they be left alone. She then has Lance and Eugene help her save all of Cassandra's mementos and personal belongings, but she becomes saddened when Eugene reminds her that Cassandra turned her back on "her". Rapunzel takes a box of her things along with, unknowingly, a mysterious hourglass. As she examines it, she accidentally drops and smashes it and she and Pascal find themselves sent back into the past. They run into a teenage Eugene and Lance who keep calling Rapunzel "Sideburns". Rapunzel realizes that she and Pascal have inhabited the bodies of the Stabbington Brothers and decide to recruit the young thieves in getting the hourglass from the castle back.

Fun Fact! That Dummy is Rapunzel’s Doing 

Minor nitpick here, but Cass had nothing to do with putting Eugene’s face on her sparring dummy. Rapunzel voluntarily did that back in Under Raps. Cas never requested it nor even expressed any joy over receiving said ‘gift’. 

Basically the show is attributing one of Rapunzel’s mistakes/flaws to Cassandra in order to introduce a very nonsensical plot point later. So I need ya’ll to keep that in mind as we go along.  

Lets Talk About the Episode’s Ordering 

We don't have production codes for season three like we did for the previous two seasons. So we can’t know for sure what order everything was originally planned in, but I would argue that this episode should have came before Return of the King. 

For starters this is a “bottle” episode; it takes place mostly in the past and the only present day characters who show up are Eugene, Raps, Lance, and Crowely. As such you could potentially slot this episode in anywhere before Cassandra’s Revenge. You can’t really do that with most of the other episodes so it could have been easily moved around when airing. 

Therefore, I would argue that it should have been the first episode after Rapunzel’s Return for three key reasons. 

It would have given Edmund time to travel to Corona and give Raps time to start up big building projects like fixing Old Corona. In fact she’s already approving building plans for the capitol city at the start of the episode. Which could even explain why she took so long getting to the castle repairs if she was taking care of the stuff that the Saporians messed up else where.  

Rapunzel’s stance over wanting to keep Cassandra’s things makes more sense early on, both in universe and in a meta context. Raps would still have hope if Cass has only been gone for a month or two instead what would now be four or five months down the line. It also makes sense that Crowely wouldn’t wait around for that long. And from a meta standpoint, the audience would still be oblivious to what the heck Cass was up to and could theoretically side with Raps better; or at least empathize with her view point more, even while disagreeing with her. 

Events in this episode better explains Eugene’s decisions in Return of the King and gives the audience more context for certain stuff.  

So Why Is There a Random Magical Time Traveling Hourglass in the Storage Vault?

Slowly but surely the series has abandoned all pretense that there’s any logical world building in the show. Magical things just appear randomly now without any explanation whatsoever. Worse than that, things like the hourglass and map to the cursed tomb are treated as if they were always there, unlike the magical beings that they happened to run into in past seasons. 

The problem with this is a lack of consistency. You can’t have sceptics like Eugene and Varian if magic is so common and wide spread that anyone can run into it at anytime. Not to mention it diminishes the specialness and importance of the sundrop and moonstone if powerful magical items can be so easily found and stirred, undermining important plot points and the tension surrounding them. 

But most frustrating of all, is that this could have been easily fixed by just stating on screen at some point that magic attracts other magic. Meaning it’s only Rapunzel herself who routinely runs into these things and not just everybody and anybody. 

None of This Stuff Holds Any Meaning

Show don’t tell!

At several points through out season three, both Raps and Cass morn over Cassandra’s left behind things. They tell us constantly that these objects hold significant meaning to them, but I, the viewer, have no damn clue as to why. 

We were never shown on screen what was so special about these things other than the fact that it was junk Cass collected. There’s no story attacked to these assortment of objects nor any previous indication that Cassandra valued them beyond their usefulness. As such, any scenes involving her stuff fall emotionally flat. 

Eugene is the One in the Right Here. 

Eugene’s right. 

Any well adjust and mature adult will tell you he’s right. 

If someone doesn’t want a relationship with you, than that’s it. There is nothing you can do but to move on. It sucks, but its life. To ignore that is to ignore someone else’s boundaries and personal autonomy; while also devaluing yourself and you’re own needs. 

In a competent show this would be a set up for Rapunzel to learn something about letting go and taking care of oneself emotionally. 

But this isn’t a competent show. 

But Lobster is for Poor Folk

Food history time!

Lobster, and shellfish in general, have been considered low class food for centuries. Especially around costal areas like Corona. It’s easy to attain, cheap, and not regulated like hunting was in much of Europe. In America, specifically, lobster was fed to prisoners and there’s historical accounts of riots being started over it.  

Heck, less than forty years ago, no one lived on the coast but poor people. That’s why there’s historical communities of black people living on the southeastern islands in the US and why my father grew up in the swamps of Alabama during the 50s and 60s. 

The gentrification of coastal property and seafood, like lobster, is a very recent phenomenon in human history, starting in the late 70s early 80s with the booming tourism industry and increasing globalization.   

So while I understand that the joke here is meant to be reflective of our current understanding of lobster being a status symbol, in universe, it’s the equivalent of Eugene getting excited for chicken nuggets instead of his usual bowl of cereal because the story takes place before the 20th century.  

This means that these kids are so poor that fucking mcdonald’s fast food would be considered a rare treat compared to the slop they usually eat. Yet again what is meant to be a lighthearted joke turns suddenly dark when you stop to think about it for all of two seconds all because the writers are so flippant about their world and characters. 

This Wasn’t Planned Out, So the Timeline Doesn’t Add Up Anymore and Resources are Wasted

Remember the flashback in The Return of Strongbow?

Now I need you to remember that season three is two years later from season one and the movie. Eight years ago then, would be ten years ago now. 

The Eugene and Lance in the bottom picture is suppose to be roughly the same age as the Eugene and Lance in the top picture; give or take a few months. 

I know teenage boys can grow fast, but not that fast. 

Eugene at 16 looks the same as he does at 26. All because the writers were too lazy to preplan things out ahead of time. 

We should have seen the teen models with recasted voices back during that first flashback if they were going to tell this story later. Or the previous plot point should have been less than eight years ago. 

In fact the first flashback no longer makes any sense being so many years ago given Eugene’s engagement and recent breakup with Stalyan, and the later reveal that he was working for the Baron during the original movie. 

Sloppy planning like this not only makes for a confusing timeline but it also wastes limited resources. I like the new models, I like the actors cast for these younger roles, and I do like the concept of seeing more of Eugene’s past. But going through all of that trouble and money for what amounts to one throw away episode is mismanagement of the budget and work schedule.  

Baby Varian Is the Episode’s Only Saving Grace 

I know people are divided on the deign here. Some love it and some hate it, but that’s a personal taste thing. The actual scene itself is golden either way, because it’s such a funny eater egg. Fans on both sides made memes out of this for days. It’s legendary. 

Personally I’m more in the ‘love it’ camp, though I can see the issues people have with the design. My main defense of it is more the fact that we got kid designs for the other OCs in the show and it’s only fair Varian got one as well. The fact that he’s in smaller versions of the S1 clothes doesn’t bother me anymore than when Lance ran around for two seasons in the same outfit, including when he was a kid. 

So if I like it, then why am I talking about it a salt review? 

Cause the most memorable part of an episode shouldn’t be a throw away gag! 

People bring up baby Varian way more than they do about anything else in the episode, and no it’s not just because the character popular. It’s because most would like to forget what comes after this scene. 

Where is Quirin, by the Way?

Why is your six year old son running around the big city unsupervised?

This wouldn’t get talk about as much it wasn’t for the fact that Quirin being neglectful in season one was a motivating factor in his conflict with Varian. A conflict that was suppose to be resolved back in Rapunzel’s Return but we the audience have yet to visually see any difference in behavior since then.  

Quirin’s absence here in the past highlights his absence in the present day and reminds the audience aware that we’ve not been given a satisfying conclusion to one of the most important arcs in the series.  

Lets Talk About Wasted Potential 

Like I said, I like the idea of exploring Eugene’s past. But we should have gotten that back in season two when it was more relevant. Part of why this episode fails is because Eugene has reached the end of his original character development. He’s now on an identity crisis arc which has nothing to do with this episode.  

But you know who still hasn’t finished developing? Rapunzel. 

Rapunzel has lots to still learn and viewing her past through outside eyes could have turned this story into something really special. Especially with the ‘inhabiting another body’ plot point. 

You have no end of options here, 

Have Raps inhabit Cassandra’s body for a day and gain insight into what motivates her. It could have been either before or after they met, both offers up possibilities. 

Have Raps inhabit Eugene’s body and experience what he had to deal with growing up and come to see his point of view. (This could have also worked with the Sabbingtons set up had the writers not been stupid.) 

And my personal favorite, send her back to right after Queen for a Day and have her stuck in either Varian’s or Ruddiger’s bodies. Force her to see what she did to him and have her acknowledge she was wrong. 

And those are just the most obvious choices, there’s other more out of left field things you can do that would still work with good writing. Like exploring Lady Caine’s past, inhabiting Arianna’s body and learning how to be a real queen, get dumped into actual young Gothel and lay out clues to the future Zhan Tiri plot, or possess one of the Brotherhood and experience the final days of the Dark Kingdom; the list just goes on and on and on. 

But I Thought You Didn’t Put Kids in Jail Frederic?

Remember that Raps and Pascal are possessing the Stabbingtons who are still teenagers here. They can’t be much older than Varian. 

This means that Varian isn’t some special case. Teens have received harsh and deadly punishments in the past for non-violent crimes like theft. 

Also teens are called kids still by the majority of the cast. They’re aren’t considered adults with the same rights as someone in say their twenties, yet they can be punished the same as an adult would. Which is horrendous in any time period. 

So in conclusion, Frederic is a fucking liar! 

Tangled the Series can’t decide if it’s in the far past or a reflection of the modern day. As such it winds up supporting the worst of both worlds. Barbaric practices like hanging for minor crimes and prison slave labor are treated as the norm and never called out for the horrific things that they are; treated as a joke even, but we’re suppose to accept that this world also somehow views adolescence through the lens of late 20th century sensibilities even as it forces minors to go through such atrocities. 

Like what are you trying to say show? What is your message on the transition of adolescence to adulthood regarding rights and responsibilities? And don’t tell me ‘it’s not that deep’ because this is suppose to be a coming of age show! That’s the entire premise of the series! 

So How Old Are Stan and Pete Again?

I was always under the impression that Pete was a newbie guard, closer to Cass and Eugene’s age than say Cap or Frederic. That’s why he screws up so much because he’s inexperienced, why he seemed to be the closest thing to a equal colleague Cass had in the guard when she was also just starting out, and why I assumed those braided girls from the movie were his sisters. 

I mean there was nothing on screen previously that would necessarily contradict this reveal, it just doesn’t feel right, that’s all. I guess he could be like 20 here and be 30 in the show. That would make him only a few years older than Eugene, but still doesn’t explain why he’s so useless a decade later. 

I’m fine with Stan being here though. I always thought of him being the older of the two. In fact I headcannon Willow as his mysterious wife that he talked about back in Monty’s episode during season one. (She’s Stan and Pete’s beard, and they’re totally in a open poly relationship. That’s why they’re allowed to stay in the royal guard despite being so incompetent cause they’re technically Ferderic’s in-laws and Rapunzel’s uncles. Just no one ever talks about it cause it’s a minor sandal for a princess to marry lower class and Willow’s hardly ever there.) 

And Why Does Xavier Have All Those Plot McGuffins? 

I know we’ll never get an answer, but at this point Xavier’s exposition fairy powers border upon ridiculousness. It’s just lazy and a waste of character. 

So How Does Time Travel Work In This?

There are three types of time travel stories in fiction. 

First is the ‘Changeable Past, Changeable Future’. You see this in Back to the Future. What you do in the past will change the future, i.e. your present. You may or may not remember that you did it, but be warned you could change things too much and break stuff. Like erasing yourself from existence, or ruining your love life ect. The only way to fix it is to go back in time again and change stuff again. But beware of paradoxes or you may destroy the universe altogether.  

The second is the ‘Alternate Timeline’, where changing things creates new realties and it’s a matter of finding the right reality again. The tv show Sliders is a great example of this. Each new timeline is a different dimension. What you do in one won’t effect your original point of origin, only that particular world. The challenge if often getting home again because the probable diverging timelines are infinite and the changes of getting back are a zillion to one. 

Third is the ‘Closed Time Loop’. No matter what you do nothing will change. The future is inevitable and whatever you do in the past was always meant to happen anyways. Gargoyles handles this really well. You can also have ‘fix points’ where certain important things are set in stone but small things can be changed like in several Doctor Who episodes. Braking a fix point breaks the universe once again, while paradoxes are often the solution rather than the threat. 

So which type of time travel is Tangled dealing with here? 

Scenes like the conversation regarding Pete’s and Stan’s mustache or the ones involving Eugene working on his smolder suggest a closed time loop. Yet the ending to this episode reveals a changed future. Further still the grandfather paradox revolving around the hourglass would make you think an alternate timeline yet, we’ve no indication that anything else changed other then Eugene’s opinions on Cass, and Raps shows no concern about getting back to her original point in time indicating that it actually isn’t another dimension.... so what is it then? 

You don’t have to have a tightly plotted time travel story to have an entertaining piece of media. Endgame is riddled with plot holes and contradicts itself constantly, but what it lacks in coherent plot it makes for with fun characters, emotional story beats, and good pacing that manages to balance the action with the drama while hiding the cracks just enough that you don’t lose immersion. 

Tangled however fails at even this because it gets the character beats so fundamentally wrong.  Like you may dislike where the characters ended up in Endgame, but can’t say that those developments didn’t match the characters’ previous storylines and logical trajectory. Tony finally becomes the selfless hero by committing the ultimate sacrifice, Steve learns self care as a mirror to Tony’s arc as they were always parallels to each other, Bruce learns to accept himself, Thor processes his grief and lets go of the role he was assigned at birth but never truly fit into, and Nat becomes the leader she was destined to be rather than the sidekick.  

What happens to the characters in this episode however makes no sense. 

This is Another Missed Opportunity to Explore Eugene’s Past

The other problem behind the episode is that we don’t actually learn anything new. If you’re going to promise a story focusing on Eugene’s past then I expect to actually glean some new insights. 

We still don’t know why he’s working with Baron or how he fell in/fell out with him, what his relationship with Stalyan is like, how he became so cynical; not just the general basics, like the orphanage, but that point in his life where decided that survival meant giving up his morals and ethics; where did he first learn his better ethics that he originally suppressed (cause it sure as heck wasn’t Rapunzel), and when did he and Lance become separated? 

This are questions that series decides to raise by making allusions to them and building conflicts off of them but never wants to explain the details of where they originated from. It’s super frustrating and wholly unnecessary.  If you didn’t think the story of Eugene’s past worth telling then why did up repeatedly bring it up Chris? 

Why Are You Surprised by This Rapunzel?

Rapunzel you know Eugene’s past. You know what he used to be like. You were literally there in the movie and saw him being an ass before this. You didn’t start to like him until he dropped his guard down in the flooded cave back when you both where about to die. 

You fell in love with him when he showed you his real self and he fell in love with you when you proved that you were accepting of that. You earned each others’ trust. This here; angrily yelling at him and judging him, when you’re already hiding who you really are from him both literally and figuratively, is a breaking of that trust. 

Who the fuck are you any more, Rapunzel? 

Cause you’re not the same character from the movie. You’re not even the same character from season one. But whoever hell you are now, it’s not an improvement I can tell ya that. 

So How Did The Hourglass Go From the Treasury to the Basement Storage, and How Would Raps Know It Was There At This Point and Time?

I’m guessing the implication here is that Crowley put Cass’s stuff in the vault, but like why the fuck would she do that? We’re not talking about a family attic here, but the royal safe. The most heavily guarded room in the castle with the kingdom’s most priceless treasures and antiques. Nothing Cass owned was that valuable.  

Rapunzel Is Full of Shit

Oh let me count the numerous ways in which this whole lecture is stupid. 

Rapunzel left Varian behind. Rapunzel left Varian behind multiple times, including that time he was thrown in jail. She was not a good friend, and no, this is not a case of her learning from her past because not once has she ever admitted that she was wrong to do that. So this scene just makes Raps look like a hypocrite. 

Eugene does not need to relrean a lesson on being a better a person. He did that during the movie and has progressed beyond that point. This ‘lesson’ is a waste of time and a misuse of the characters.

This reframes Rapunzel as being in the right during her argument with older Eugene at the beginning of the episode, even though she’s not. In fact this is such a counterintuitive plot point that it boggles the mind. Who structures a narrative this way? Why so blatantly point out how the main character is wrong if not to have her learn something? Why frame the story to make the person who’s personal conflict isn’t even the episode’s focus, into the one who needs to learn something? Especially if that something is already a lesson that they’ve learned on screen beforehand.

And why, oh good heavens why, would you teach children such a toxic message? Like on the surface it sounds like something you’d hear in a children's show, but the context of it is justifying harmful behavior where you selfishly ignore other people’s wishes and boundaries just to satisfy you’re own personal desires.  

And finally, Eugene and Lance do not work as a parallel to Raps and Cass. Cassandra is an adult who left of own free will. Lance is a teenager who was arrested due to Rapunzel’s own actions. Eugene isn’t the one who is responsible here, its Rapunzel. Who also left them both behind in her carelessness. Secondly, Eugene’s decisions are spurned by years of trauma and a healthy fear of dying, while Rapunzel’s is wrapped up in her own need to always be right and to keep her immature and fanciful outlook of the world intact. As harsh as it seems, what Eugene did was based off a predetermine agreement and presumably Lance would have acted the same way or been pressured to act the same way by Eugene. In short, Eugene’s cynical world view as a teen is not the source of his disagreement with Rapunzel but an adult perspective back by common sense and a respect of others choices. It makes no sense for present day Eugene to ‘learn’ anything from this misadventure that he didn’t already know and for Rapunzel to not learn anything that would actually tie the parallel together. 

Locking Another Teen Inside a Jail Cell With Another Adult as a Joke, Does Not Erase the Inappropriateness of Varian’s Story

The episode tries to add another joke about Shorty sneaking into the prison without the guard knowing, but that still doesn’t excuse the fact someone had to have tossed Lance in there with him on purpose. Otherwise Lance wouldn’t have assumed Shorty was a fellow prisoner if he or the guard that locked him up saw Shorty sneak in before then. 

Furthermore Lance’s nonchalant response suggests this is not an out of the ordinary occurrence. Nor do any of the other guard comment upon the irregularly of teens being jailed with an adult. Now add in the fact that the show fails to clarify that previous ‘cellmate’ line from Rapunzel’s Return and now gives us more confirmation that Varian was underfed and malnourished for a year with that gruel joke and you have a horrifying picture. 

Shorty might be non-threating, but that doesn’t mean Andrew, a known attempted murderer and manipulator, is too. Nor any other adult who previously was housed with a teen before then. This is still very much not okay and no amount of ‘jokes’ will suddenly make it right.  

Raps, Who is an Adult, Just Physically Threatened Two Teenaged Boys and It’s Played as a Joke.... 

How many times do I have to say it? Humor does not fix bad writing. I’m not laughing when a heroine at age 20, threatens a couple of kids for merely annoying her. Especially when said heroine has a history of abusing children; because let me repeat once again, neglect is abuse!

This is a Lie

No you wont. 

Rapunzel never tells Eugene what happens on screen. I suspect that if she ever did, they would no longer be together, because what she wound up doing here was a violation of trust and boundaries in the worst possible way.  

And This is Now a Time Paradox 

A Grandfather Paradox to be specific. How can Rapunzel be here in the past to break the hourglass if the hourglass that sent her here is broken? 

In a competent series this would be the point of a future conflict and not the actual resolution. It’s not a closed time loop because of the paradox and the changes we’ll see in the future. 

So either she’s in an alternate timeline/dimension and just doesn’t gives a shit; leaving the real Eugene, Lance, Cass, ect. to go on without her; or she’s just broke the universe and everything is slowly unraveling around her; galaxies are dying as she whines about being dumped, people in the future are being eased from existence, and God is cursing her name for ruining his creation, all the while she carries on oblivious to the destruction in her wake, as usual. 

That’s it. Those are you’re only two options now. Is everyone from here on a fake copy or is Rapunzel the damned destroyer of worlds? You decide. 

So This Confirms That the Stabbingtons are Indeed “Family”

Another reason why I place this before Return of the King; it explains why Eugene considers the Stabbingtons ‘family’. Though if it was Rapunzel he actually bonded with and not the real Sideburns, then how much of his feelings are real and how much of them were fabricated by her? How much agency did this episode steal from him?

So What Exactly Did We All Change?

Well the dummy no longer has Eugene’s face, but Cass’s painting of the three of them still has him ripped out of the photo, soo... Keeping in mind that Raps painted the dummy anyways and considering that Moonandra tries to kill him later on; I’m going to guess that Cass’s feelings weren’t actually altered. If anything their relationship might actually be worse now, cause Cassandra keeps acting like she’s never had friends and Eugene has taken up Rapunzel’s blind devotion. 

All that development in season one is just, poof, gone. Also it’s quite possible that the first movie as well has now it has been erased from existence as Eugene got his needed character development eight years too early. How the hell that’s suppose to work, I don’t know. 

Outside of the that we get no confirmation how anybody else was effected, even though a more brainwashed Eugene running around would undoubtedly have caused a butterfly effect. Don’t expect that to be explored anytime soon. 

Though, it would explain why he’s suddenly such a doormat in season three, if this was the second episode as theorized. 

No! This is the Wrong Lesson!!!

Let me explain narrative promises. 

Everyone, on some basic fundamental level, understands how stories work. We hear them recounted to us over and over again from the day we're born to the day we die. It’s integral to how we communicate as human beings. Everyone knows innately how to tell a story even if that person couldn’t tell you how stories or structured or what certain literary terms mean, but they do it every day just through speaking. And while most audiences can’t always pin point what upsets them about a story they can for sure notice when things are off and not satisfying to experience. 

Now that doesn’t mean that everyone can write an awarding winning novel, that study of a craft isn’t important, nor that every amateurish critique thrown at any given media is valid. But it does mean that people have come to expect certain storytelling practices and can pick up on narrative cues. We’ve familiarized ourselves with the language of film, novels, comics, ect, into order to comprehend what’s going on. 

Rules of writing are just following that established language so that the audience can keep up. You can break these rules, sure, but unless you know what you’re doing and have a good narrative reason to do so, then you can easily lose you’re audience. And if you’re making money off said audience that’s something you want to avoid. 

A narrative promise is a cue; a set up that lets the audience know that ‘hey this is important, pay attention to this cause it’ll come back into play later’. Now that the audience has been alerted to the plot point they expect fulfillment of the promise. If you break that promise, either through poor set up, lack of follow through, or by breaking an established convention of writing for no other reason then because you just wanted to, your audience is going to walk away unsatisfied. 

The argument at the beginning of the episode was a narrative promise. It was a cue that set up the interpersonal conflict of the main character. For add context, I know that this is a coming of age story. Convention would dictate that the protagonist would resolve this conflict by learning they were wrong. 

That’s not what happened here. 

Convention was subverted. It wasn’t the protagonist who grew and change, it was the person they were in conflict with who did. And it wasn’t subverted because of any greater narrative reason, or future pay off, or even as effort to be shallowly ‘clever’; it was subverted because the author just didn’t want to hold the main character accountable for anything. Because said character has now become his avatar for his wish fulfillment fantasy and having the main character admit fault would be to admit fault in ones own self. Rapunzel doesn’t feel like Rapunzel this season because she’s just Chris in a wig. 

The episode broke a narrative promise to the audience; both within the episode and in the greater premise of the story, because of ego. 

I don’t claim this episode is bad just because of personal taste nor because I find it morally repulsive (even though both those things are true), I call it bad because it exhibits bad writing. Plain and simple. 

Way To Undermine The Entire Point of the Original Movie, Show

Speaking of breaking narrative promises.... 

TTS is suppose to be a squeal to the original movie. It’s even in the title of the show; both of them. In one fell swoop, the series has managed to sabotage it’s very reason for existing, as it erases Eugene’s motivation and the inciting incident that kick started the film. 

 Way to fucking go. 

To further twist the knife, it diminishes the duel protagonist of said film in order to prop up a series original character, who isn't even present in the episode itself. 

I don’t mind Cassandra’s existence. I don’t even mind her being the new deuteragonist and one of the main villains; even though she wouldn’t have been my first pick to fulfill those roles given her lack of set up. But I do fucking mind it if she upstages other characters and/or derails their character arcs in the process. 

This is the Death of New Dream 

I was still in denial when this episode first aired. I honestly believed that this and The Return of the King was build up to a third “betrayal” where Eugene finally became fed up with Rapunzel’s bullshit and joined forces with Zhan Tiri. I thought the end of the series would have Rapunzel apologize to everyone she did wrong, Varian, Cass, and Eugene, in order to break ZT’s hold on them, and that true love’s kiss would reunite the sundrop and the moonstone and that would just tie everything together into a neat little bow and give us a truly daring character study of a Disney hero. 

Oh dear merciful heavens, was I ever wrong.  

How did we go from season one’s challenging and mature storyline, complete with Disney’s first real anti-villian, to this?! 

What the hell happened!? 

Rapunzel not only disrespects Eugene’s opinions, violates his privacy and trust as she manipulates him as a teen, and then brainwashes him to think like her (even if accidentally), but doesn’t even have good grace to tell him. She instead has the audacity to look all happy and self congratulatory because she got want she wanted. She, and the show at large, doesn’t care what evil thing she does to get the desired outcome Rapunzel wants. 

Rapunzel in this show is a spoiled brat. And the image of her and her now lobotomized boyfriend staring dead eyed at a picture of the creator’s previous waifu OC with plastic smiles on their faces, sums up this series perfectly. 

Conclusion 

This isn’t even the worst episode of the series guys. I don’t know if it would even make it onto a bottom five list. That’s how much crap I have to wade through when it comes to this show. This is however the most damaging episode to the franchise as a whole. 

Not even the most hardcore of New Dream fans want to acknowledge the existence of that final scene, and Rapunzel stans won’t defend her beyond, ’well she didn’t mean too, it’s the writing that’s bad.’ Yeah, the writing is bad, that’s why the character can’t and shouldn’t be defended, not here and not in other badly written episodes where she also does bad things and never makes up for it. 

Anyways I’m finally caught up to where I left off, before the move, though sadly I don't think I’ll get this series done by the end of the month like I had originally hoped. But if you would like to help out I have a ko-fi you can drop a tip into if ya want. 

https://ko-fi.com/rachelbethhines

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Everywhere I’m Goin’ - JJ Maybank

Request: Can i request jjxreader where reader leaves obx one day and leaves jj a note and he is distraught about it but then she comes back after 2 days and he’s really angry at her at first but then he gets emotional and its loveyedovey? :) Your writing is really good

A/N: I lengthened the time apart to a year instead of two days. 

Outer Banks Masterlist

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“She said she’d be here.” JJ piped up, checking his phone again. There were no texts from you. In fact, no one had heard from you since yesterday when you abruptly announced you had to leave in the middle of hanging out at the Chateau. When you were halfway out the door he had reminded you about going out on the Pogue and you’d said that you’d see him.

Except it was twenty minutes passed when they agreed to go out and you still weren’t at John B’s.  

“She’s not here though, is she?” John B replied, making a point of looking around at the group of them.  

You had been friends with the group since, forever, but you were always a little more removed. Never someone they hung out with individually or thought of first, you always felt a little like an outsider. You got to go along and observe but you weren’t ‘one of them’. JJ would be the first one to deny that claim and say that you were just as close with him as Pope or John B but you knew it was true. You just weren’t their first pick.  

“Well I’m going to check on her.”

“Dude, JJ!” John B shouted as JJ started to walk toward the road. “Can we just go? We’ll stop by later!”  

“Fine.”

Despite Kiara trying to calm JJ down and distract him from you being absent it was all he could think about. He kept checking his phone to see if you had texted but there were never messages. Even though you felt like you were on the outside of their group you had always been a constant and you being missing was sending JJ into a mild panic.  

When John B finally docked back at the Chateau at the end of the day, JJ was the first one off the boat. He headed straight for Kiara’s SUV, her following him close behind. She had promised to drive him over to your house when they got back to John B’s. His knee bobbed uncontrollably as they drove and when she pulled into your driveway, he was out the door immediately.  

The first thing he saw was the For Sale sign in your front yard. He raked his brain to try and think whether you had mentioned anything about your parents selling your house but he couldn’t think of it.  

“Did she say she was moving?” JJ asked Kiara, sounding desperate as he walked up the porch to try the door.  

“No she didn’t mention it to me.” Kiara said, shaking her head as she watched JJ go around to the back of the house. She looked around the yard, walking over toward the mailbox. The red flag was up and she opened the flap to look inside, pulling an envelope out. The word Pogues was written across it and she frowned, flipping it over to pull out two letters, one addressed to all of them and one just addressed to JJ.  

“JJ!” Kiara called, “there’s a letter!”  

“What?” The blond came back around the side of the house, boots hitting the pavement as he came over to check the letter, she was holding up for him. He swiped it out of her hand, tearing it open to read it. Kiara watched as he dropped onto the grass to sit and read the letter that you had left in the mailbox for him. She scanned over the one you’d written for everyone while JJ sat there in silence.  

“What did she say?” Kiara asked. You’d written that your mom was getting married and you were moving in with your dad in Chapel Hill. Or that you had moved in.  

“She’s gone.” JJ said, staring at the paper, “I can’t believe she’s gone.”

There was more to your letter for him. You confessed that you’d always felt on the outside of the group, never quite as close to any of them as they were to each other. But also, that you had a crush on him. One you’d had since you were in middle school. Twelve-year-old you had only started hanging out with them because of your crush on JJ. But you knew it was unrequited and you knew that you might not see him again so you felt okay telling him.  

After that he tried to text you a few times and he even called a handful of times as well. You had blocked them all from your social media, trying the ‘fresh start’ thing for the first time in your life. Despite only being three hours away from the island you figured the chances of ever seeing them again were slim to none.  

-

The universe had a funny way of working though and your mom, who had moved to Figure Eight after she got married, had a baby a year later. Seventeen years apart from your new sibling, the last thing you truly wanted to do was return to the Outer Banks but you did. At least, hopefully, on the Eight for a weekend you wouldn’t see anyone you knew.  

“Oh my god,” except you did.  

Your mom ordered groceries from Heyward’s without mentioning it to you and it was JJ who walked through the open kitchen door, setting the bags on the island before he realized what he was looking at. You, standing there at the refrigerator.  

“JJ-”

“What the fuck...you’ve got to be fucking kidding me!” JJ cursed, stepping back and running a hand through his hair, a little darker than it used to be. He shook his head in disbelief, eyes wide.

“JJ I-”

“No...you cannot possibly have any kind of explanation.” He said.

“Please-” You moved toward him but he backed away.

“Stay the fuck away from me. You’re nothing but a fucking liar.”

“I didn’t lie, I-”

“You said you were leaving...without even fucking saying goodbye! And now here you are fucking hanging around the Eight like it’s no big deal!” He almost shouted, “I tried to call you...I...I sent you so many texts and you never answered!”

“I’m sorry...I-”

“No.” He shook his head, backing toward the door and holding his hand out to keep you away from him. “No.” He repeated.  

You watched him run out the door, something in your mind clicking as he passed through the threshold. You couldn’t walk away again, letting things just dissolve. It’d caused you a world of grief and it was clear from JJ’s behavior that you weren’t the only one that you’d hurt.  

“JJ!” You ran out the door after him, following him down to the jetty. You saw Pope stand up in surprise, looking at you with shock but you were focused on JJ. He stopped, back to you, and you watched as he ran his hand through his hair again, tilting his head forward as his shoulders sunk.

He turned back to look at you, eyes red, “what are you doing here?”

“My mom had a baby.”

“Why did you leave?” He asked.  

“I had-”

“No, why did you leave us? Me? We had a good thing going and then you’re just gone? With a fucking note in the mailbox like I’m supposed to not give a shit about you? That’s bullshit! I loved you.” He shouted, deflating by the end of his rant, shaking his head as he admitted, “I love you.”

Pope looked away awkwardly, moving further onto the boat to give you privacy though you could see him watching from the window either way.  

“I just didn’t think it mattered-”

“Yeah I got you’re letter.”

“I’m sorry. I just felt like, if I left it wouldn’t matter and I didn’t wanna do a big goodbye. I didn’t think I’d be back, honestly.”

“Where’d you go?”

“Chapel hill.”

“Fuck.�� JJ cursed, “you were fucking three hours away?”

“I’m sorry.” You said, sounding more like you were pleading with him to accept your apology.  

“Why did you...we coulda worked it out, you didn’t have to just...disappear.” JJ replied.  

“I didn’t know you liked me.”

“Yeah well, I do.”  

“So...what do we-” In one fluid motion JJ walked back down the jetty to you, grabbing your face and kissing you. Head fuzzy, you knew enough to kiss him back, fighting a smile when he pulled away to talk.  

“Well I’ll tell what, I’m not fucking letting you go off without saying anything. I’ll follow you all the fucking way to Chapel Hill if you do.” He replied.  

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Turn Around//Rafe Cameron x reader

requested?: yes bby “could you do a nearly-finished-college!rafe x reader where it's their anniversary but they can't see each other cuz he's in obx and she's home with her parent wherever and he makes a really cute scrapbook with like photos and writing pieces of each date/event with like the Spotify scanners for a song representing each one and sends it to her and they are on call going through it (maybe he even adds a blank page with the song turn around so she does and he suprise visits her and proposes 🥺?) xx”

summary: Rafe comes up with the perfect way to propose to you

warnings: a whole lotta fluff, mentions of drugs, a few curse words i think

WC: 1274

You weren’t really sure when was the moment you really fell in love with the cocky boy from the Outer Banks.

You remember when you met him a few years ago at a party. He was acting like a jerk with everybody and he made a pretty inappropriate comment about your dress, so you threw your drink all over him. 

The word “mad” wasn’t even enough to describe how furious he was after that. He called you a bitch and stormed off to find a new shirt.

Rafe wasn’t the type to ever hit a woman, but that night you were a bit scared of what he would do to you when he came back. 

What you didn’t know was that no one had ever done something like this to Rafe. They were all too scared of him. Well, I mean, who wouldn’t. Have you seen the man? He was 6’2 and pretty muscular. He was a giant compared to you.

So over the course of 2 months, you kept bumping into each other literally everywhere. In the grocery store, at a golfing course, at the beach, etc.

So when he finally asked you out, you rejected him. And that happened a few more times. You weren’t giving in so easily.

But when he apologized, you gave him a positive answer he was so desperately wanting to hear.

He took you on many dates and you fell for him pretty hard. Being a jerk was just an act. He was so much nicer when his friends weren’t around. He was the most cuddly person ever. Every day after a long day, he’d come over to your place and basically lay on you. You’d play with his hair and place small kisses everywhere on him.

And now you had been dating him for almost 4 years. Of course, your relationship wasn’t perfect. Nobodys is. But had never loved anyone like this before. The fact that you were ready to sacrifice your life for this man was a bit scary sometimes.

You were currently sitting in the backyard on the grass. Your computer was in front of you and you were talking on facetime with Rafe.

It was your anniversary today but you were stuck on the mainland for a few days because you were visiting your parents. Plus, Rafe still had a few days of college left so there was no way you two could’ve met up that day.

But that was all you wanted. Oh, what you’d do to be in his arms at the moment.

“I’m sorry I couldn’t come back today.”

“It’s okay, baby. We’ll just celebrate a little bit later,” he was smiling but you knew he wanted to be with you as much as you did with him.

“Y/N!” your mom called. You turned your body a bit to see her standing on the patio.

“What?”

“There’s a package for you,” she said, waving it at you.

“Hold on for a second,” you said to Rafe and stood up to get the package from your mom. 

Then you walked back and sat down again in front of the computer. “I don’t remember ordering anything here.” You were pretty confused.

But when you saw who it was from you looked up at the computer screen, smiling like crazy. “You sent me something, Cameron?”

“Maybe, I don’t know. Why don’t you find out?” His lips had formed into a smirk, trying so hard to hide his smile.

You excitedly ripped open the packaging and finally saw what was inside.

There was a big book-looking thing that had your and Rafe’s names and the date you started dating on it.

“Since we couldn’t see each other today, I couldn’t give it to you myself, so I had to mail it to you. I really hope you like it because I spent like a month doing it.”

“Rafe…” you looked at him in awe. 

“Shut up and open it. I wanna know what you think.”

So you opened it. And you started almost instantly crying.

“It’s a scrapbook. I put a lot of pictures there and wrote about our dates and stuff. I also added some Spotify codes and you can listen to the songs that remind me of you,” he explained.

“This is literally the sweetest thing anyone’s ever given me. You did this all by yourself?” It was hard for you to speak because you were crying so hard.

“Baby, please don’t cry. And yes, I did it all by myself.”

You two spent about thirty minutes going through the book. Rafe explained everything he had written there and why he added the songs and why they reminded him of you.

When you reached the end, the last page was basically empty. There was only a Spotify code on it.

“What’s this song?” you asked.

“It’s ‘Turn Around’ by Conor Maynard.”

“And what does it mean?”

Suddenly you heard his voice in real life. “It means you should turn around right now.”

So you did, surprise in your face. He was standing right there, a few feet away from you. 

You wiped the tears away from your eyes, thinking you couldn’t really see correctly and it wasn’t him standing there. But it was. He was really there. In your parents’ backyard.

“No fucking way!” You basically jumped up and ran in between his arms that he was holding out for you.

“How are you here and why?” you asked while crying into his chest.

“You really wanna know why I’m here today?” he asked, smiling widely at you. You could see that his eyes were getting glossy too.

“Yes.”

He let go of you, knelt to the ground, and pulled out a little red velvet box from his pocket.

“Y/N, I’ve loved you basically since the day we met, even though I acted like a jerk in the beginning.”

“No, this can’t be happening. I’m dreaming,” you sobbed.

“Shut up and let me finish. Anyways, as I was about to say, I know you’re the one for me. How do I know it? You are the reason I stopped doing drugs. I wanted to be better for you. You’re the reason I wake up every day. If it wasn’t for you I would’ve never probably started studying in college. You were there for me when no one else was. And you’re literally perfect in any way. You love me the way I am. Which many people don’t. I want you to be beside me forever. I want us to travel the world, start a family, etc. The thing is, Y/N, I’m so in love with you and I can’t imagine my life without you anymore.”

He took a breath and then opened the little box. But you didn’t even look at the ring. You were staring straight into his eyes.

“So, Y/N Y/L/N, will you make me the happiest man in the world and do me the honors of marrying me?”

You rapidly nodded, not being able to form any words at the moment. You fell to your knees and wrapped placed your hands onto his cheeks, pulling him into an emotional kiss.

When you broke apart, he took the ring out of the box and slid it onto your ring finger. Now you finally got a glimpse of it. It was a simple silver ring but it was really really beautiful.

“I love you, Rafe, so much.”

He wiped away the tears from your cheeks with his thumbs.“I love you too. Can’t wait for you to have my last name. Also, happy anniversary, babe!”

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[draculaurafangz]

swim good / p. parker

a/n: honestly i did not plan on posting anything but i had to get this out of my drafts because, it’s been there for a while. anyways, this was based off of frank ocean’s song “swim good”. if you’ve ever listened to the song then you’d definitely know what i’m getting at with this. also, you guys can imagine the reader to look however you want, it’s not limited to like one specific image.

warnings: there’s like, a whole lotta angst, there’s curses here & there, and mentions of smut (not really but it’s kinda there, if you read you understand. lmao i don’t like writing smut at all.) also peter’s aged up 18 in this story & in college.

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peter parker was very popular at your school. not only was it because of the fact that the whole entire school knew he was spiderman, but it was because he was known for sleeping around with girls on campus. thinking back on it, peter doesn’t even remember how it happened. one minute he was this nerdy, awkward teenager who always read his comic books and put together star wars lego sets, and here he is now messing around with girls and tugging at their heartstrings.

at first, he was obsessed with the idea of being this chick magnet. he lived with the pride, no matter how many girls he had lead on and given false hope to.

but now, he’s not so sure.

he’s realized he’s caused other girls around the school, and even in queens, a ton of pain. but most importantly, he had hurt you a great deal. to the point where you had left voicemails, telling him you wished you’d never see him again, and that you regret anything you ever did with him.

peter doesn’t regret it, he actually felt some sort of feeling towards you. out of all the other friday night hookups, you were different. your aura and your presence was just unmatched to those other girls. of course, you cursed yourself for ever sleeping with him because you knew about his reputation. but when you know you had the opportunity you had to take it. you thought you would be able to convince him and change his mind, but it was no use.

so here peter is on a friday night, sitting in his room all by himself, no hookup present. he missed you. god, he missed you so fucking much. he knew you wouldn’t talk to him if he just messaged you or even left a voicemail. he couldn’t bring himself to even think about the last conversation the two of you had because he hated seeing your face. you were broken and in pain. tears streaming down your face as your voice boomed within the room. saying that he was an asshole, and you thought you could actually change him but there was no point in changing him.

little did you know, you did change peter. you changed him a lot, to the point where you caused him to think about his past. there were some girls that honestly treated his hookups the way they were, and some actually cared but soon after got over it. then there were some like you who had been extremely heartbroken. peter never really paid attention to them though because they always made it their mission to ignore him.

it’s not that you didn’t ignore peter, because you did. you just didn’t talk to him at random anymore. he was in a couple of your classes, and would sometimes ask for notes. but other times, he’d just bump into you on campus. so yeah, you were ignoring him. with no intention of talking to him.

he felt so much pain over the past couple of days, thinking about he hurt other girls, thinking about how he hurt you. he cannot stop thinking about you, at this point he’s in love with you. he’s so guilt-ridden that even ned notices something is off with him.

“are you sure you’re okay? you just haven’t been yourself lately,” ned questioned just noticing that his friend seemed to always be disturbed.

“it’s nothing ned,” is what he’d usually respond with “i’m just stressed with my classes right now.”

ned shook his head understandingly. he knew that college for sure was hard on him and couldn’t even imagine how hard it was on peter. peter never told ned about everything, ned was three states away from peter. there was nothing ned could do to fix this, as peter realized he needed to fix everything himself.

his professors even noticed it. some of them even had to speak with him after class letting him know his grade was in great jeopardy. when they asked if everything okay, peter just explained that he had been off recently. he assured them that he’d be back on track soon, and get on top of his academics as well. after speaking with his physics professor he had headed towards your dorm. he never actually went to visit you at your dorm so he had no clue what room was yours. he’d remember swinging by your window, but never got an exact numbered door. when he walked into the main lobby, he asked some random girl if she knew who you were or where your dorm was. luckily for him, he actually bumped into your roomate, but your roomate refused to talk to him.

“i know who you are, and i think you should go,” she coldly spoke.

he pleaded with her and he promised he would make everything right with you if he could actually see you and get the chance to talk to you. after hearing his long ramble about his overdue apology, your roomate caved him and gave him your room number.

he felt anxiety rushing throughout his entire body as he looked through the hallways of numbered doors and finally spotted yours. he took a deep breath before knocking, reminding himself that he was going to be okay, this was going to be okay.

you opened the door and immediately slammed it in his face. behind the door, your eyes went wide and you bit your bottom lip as you thought about opening the door again. what could he have possibly wanted? what was he doing here? had he been stalking you? how the fuck did he find you room? your mind went back to the main question: what does he want and why is he here?

you turned around again facing your door and wiped your sweaty palms against your sweatpants. opening your door, you made a joke about how it was too early for a booty call. peter’s face remained straight seeming to just be unamused with the joke. you then asked what he had wanted. how this was all unlike him and how he truly he doesn’t chase but rather attract.

“y/n, just please hear me out. give me five minutes, two minutes even. i just need to talk to you,” he started.

you gulped, the big lump in your throat returning as you whispered a “come in” to him.

he sat on the edge of your bed as you stood in the middle of your room. your arms were crossed and you had a blank look on your face.

“i- i just wanted to say i’m sorry,” he stuttered, “i regret ever hurting you, y/n. i think back about how i ruined everything between us daily. usually i don’t let feelings get in the way of this but holy shit i cannot even deny them anymore. and that’s why i came here. i know i’ve given you so much stress lately and i truly apologize. i know i hurt you at night and i can’t even sleep sometimes knowing that i hurt you. i need to make things right. i’m not asking for anything major, i just want to be on good terms again with you,” he finished, averting his eyes away from yours.

you took his words in, thinking them over as you stared back at his features. you didn’t hate him, as a matter of fact you were head over heels in love with him. but you couldn’t do it. you could not be in a relationship right now, but you weren’t going to just dismiss the way he wanted to mend things between the two of you.

the two of you sat in silence for another minute as you collected your thoughts, him waiting patiently for you. you walked over to him and just hugged him. you already felt tears well up in your eyes but did not want them to spill. peter at this point was full on crying. this was the closure you both needed. you whispered in his ear how you don’t want a relationship right now, but he understood because he didn’t know if he was able to take on one by himself right now. as the two of you pulled apart, you wiped your eyes as you gave peter time to collect himself.

“i’m down to fix things. i love you a lot pete but we need to work on ourselves and our own dynamic before we even think about jumping into that whole relationship stage,” you said.

“and i’m totally okay with that. i can deal with that. i was just scared of losing you,” his eyes glossed over again as he said that. new tears were forming in his eyes.

you’d never thought you’d see the day where peter parker was actually showing some emotion. he seemed like the type to be emotionless after you had your experience with him.

it was going to take a while to heal, but you both had each other so there was no fear. peter was going to be more open and honest with his feelings. he was sorry, he was taking the accountability he should’ve taken a long time ago. he had you to thank for that.

i’m goin off (oh, my pretty love)

don’t try stopping me

i’m goin off (throw me in a line)

don’t try saving (you broke my heart)

no flares (you broke my heart)

no vest (you drove my love)

and no fear

waves are washin’ me out.

[anotherhamiltonblog]

The Baker & The Barber

Summary: What happens when Y/N Matches with a cute french guy over Tinder? Why does he look so much like her best friend Thomas Jefferson?

Warnings: French, Alexander being whiny, cursing. 

Word Count: 2.3K

Forever Tag: @i-know-i-can​

ENJOY

Y/N looked at the profile on the stupid app her best friend made her download and almost choked on her Lemonade. Head tilted to the side, she bit down on her lip and looked through the few pictures he had.

“What the hell…” she said under her breath and frowned. “Does Thomas have a twin or something?” She asked herself and rubbed at her forehead. “This guy… with his hair down looks so much like Thomas.”

She couldn’t help herself, swiping right, the bakery owner gasped when it said they ‘Matched’. “Oh god, Thomas will never let me live this own. I just matched with someone who looks… JUST like him.” She said to herself and put her phone down. Trying hard to not think about the app.

Instead, Y/N went to close up and make sure everything was in order for the night. Being Sunday, she usually closed the shop a few hours earlier so she could have a calm evening. Yet, when an overly cocky voice called out from the front of the shop. Y/N sighed.

“Little Miss. L/N.” Thomas’’ voice boomed in the empty shop. “What is THIS on your phone?”

‘oh no…’ Y/N whispered to herself and rushed from the kitchen and through the double doors. Eyes widening in horror as Thomas stood behind the counter, her phone in his hands.

“Who the heck is this and why is he using MY pictures?” Thomas asked and looked at Y/N.

“That’s just the thing, I don’t think he is… he’s from France. The same place you haven’t gone yet…” Y/N sighed and looked at her phone before returning to pack up some of the leftovers.

Placing them in three boxes, one for Thomas and his roommate James, then one for Y/N to take home for her and her own roommate Eliza.

“Hm… so you matched with him then?” she heard her friend say, Y/N could almost hear the smirk on the mans face. “Got something to tell me, Y/N?”

Glancing over her shoulder, Y/N raised an eyebrow. “That French men are sexy, and I hear they are amazing in bed.”

Handing him the box of sweets and sandwiches. Y/N stuck her tongue out at him before giggling and they left the bakery. Getting into Thomas’ car, she buckled in and sighed happily. Glad to be going home.

“I might go visit this barber… I’m in the need of a new trim.” Thomas glanced at Y/N who glared at the male in the drivers seat. “OK. I won’t.” he laughed and started to drive.

“So, Washington’s holding an event in a month. He want’s to know if you can take care of the cake?” Thomas asked, causing Y/N to look at him in shock.

“Me?”

“Mmhm. He loved the cupcakes I took into work a week ago. Said he wanted your expertise on the cake.�� That made Y/N giggle and nod her head.

“I’ll do it. Half off.” She pulled out her phone and set a reminder in her planner before seeing the tinder app.

Glancing at Thomas, who was looking at the road. Y/N quickly sent Lafayette a small message before putting her phone away.

By the time she was left off at her apartment building, Y/N pushed herself past the doors and walked the three flights of stairs to get to her floor. “Stupid fucking elevator…” Y/N would mumble each time. “It’s like the stupid Big Bang Theory… why don’t they just fix this shit?”

Finally arriving in her apartment, Y/N entered and set down her bag and box of sweets down at the four seated kitchen table. Humming, she looked at her phone, seeing she had a message from Tinder.

After a few messages and she sent him her number, Y/N moved to her bedroom and changed out of her work clothes and into sweatpants and a lose crop top.

With slippers on her feet, she returned to the kitchen, right on time for the phone to start ringing. Seeing an unknown number, she answered the call.

“Hello?”

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Lafayette’s POV:

After a long day at the shop, cutting hair, braiding and the various styles they offer. The Barber shop didn’t take long to become popular. With the help of John, Rafael and Peggy. The four were busy all Sunday, up until the last minute. Peggy of course was happy with the movement; she was learning and being paid to go to school to get her degree in Cosmetology. He had the money to use, why not use it?

But as he was looking at the schedule for the rest of the week, Lafayette glanced at his phone that chimed with a notification. Glancing that it was from tinder, he had a match. Lafayette couldn’t help but grin. Hiding his phone when asked why he was smiling, he simply brushed it off and said it didn’t matter.

On his way home was when his phone went off again. Though, driving. He couldn’t answer. So instead, he waiting till he got home. As he messaged with Y/N, stripping out of his clothes for loose sweatpants and foregoing the shirt. He couldn’t help but grin when she sent her number.

Quickly calling the number, Lafayette waited as the line rang. He looked in his fridge for something to eat, but decided that maybe he would order in. Not in the mood to cook.

“Hello?”

He heard on the other side of the call.

“Bonjour mon cher, uh how are you this evening?” he cleared his throat and shut his fridge door. Only to grin when he head an angelic sounding laugh.

“I’m good, just tired.” He heard her sigh. “Lot’s of orders to fill today. Pretty sure I have two new burn marks… how was your day?”

“I am sorry to hear about the burn…” he frowned slightly. “But we too had a busy day. Lots of people came to get their hair done for the week.”

It was like an ice breaker, showing that they both had a tough day, that’s how Lafayette spent the next three hours. Talking to Y/N. Him asking questions of her bakery, her friends and finding out that she knew Peggy “Her sister is my roommate!” She happily giggled, which made Lafayette grin broadly.

The two of them, each with take out. Y/N with Chinese and Lafayette with pizza, He was happily surprised to see how many hours had passed. “We have been on the phone for three hours.” He told the girl, who ended up letting out a surprised gasp, causing him to grin.

“I can go if you need to do something? I’m probably just gonna shower and end up watching Netflix.”

“Well, mon chérie… I have nothing planned for tonight. Why don’t we hang up and call again in an hour? Maybe we can video chat?” Lafayette asked, hoping he wasn’t coming off too strong.

“That sounds perfect!”

He was happy that she agreed, so once they both hung up. Lafayette cleaned up the mess from the pizza and went to take a shower himself. The hot water relaxing his aching back and muscles. He let out a sigh and stood there under the hot water for a little while longer before washing up and stepping out. Once dry, he threw on some basketball shorts and a random black shirt.

An hour couldn’t have gone by faster, soon they were on video call and Lafayette laughed at the sight of a coffee and a computer screen.

“Did you go and get a coffee?” he asked curious as the camera was flipped.

“Nope! Eliza, Peggy’s sister just got home and brought me a hot chocolate. No more coffee after Nine. Or else I’ll never sleep!” she laughed and bit on her lip at the sight of the man.

“Oui, I agree with that. I have too much coffee sometimes.” He grinned and glanced around his apartment. He lived alone and it was lonely sometimes. He wondered what it would be like to have a roommate.

“So, what are you going to watch?” He asked, remembering seeing the Netflix logo on her computer screen.

“Hmm, I was thinking of seeing Harry Potter.” She shrugged and Lafayette watched her bite down on her lip as she wasn’t looking at the screen. “I’m a huge Potter fan and have yet to go to the Harry Potter World at Disney. It’s sad.”

“Well, I have never watched Harry Potter… or gone to Disney. Maybe we can meet up one day and have a… how you say… a uh, movie marathon!” he nodded and grinned.

“You mean… Netflix and chill?” he watched her face make a cringe.

“Non! No! Just the Netflix part! You have my word, mon chérie!” he quickly said, not wanting her to think all he wanted was to sleep together.

“How about we meet up in person first before making those kinds of plans?”

Nodding, the two fell into comfortable conversation. Her about her childhood and Lafayette told Y/N about his time in France.

As they were both laying in bed talking, Lafayette was flipping through the channels of his tv, telling her the plot of a movie he had seen. That was when he heard the heavy breathing. Looking at his phone, the same phone he took his eyes off for just a minute. Seeing Y/N asleep, he smiled fondly and said a ‘goodnight’ before turning off the call and putting his phone down. Going to sleep himself.

The week went by the same. The two would text and call each other each night after work, deciding to not bother the other while at work, only during their lunch break and in the mornings. Though, her morning always started before his, Lafayette would always wake up to a “Good Morning” message.

Making plans to meet on Saturday, they agreed to have it so they would meet up with a group of friends so it wouldn’t be awkward or anything.

Monday.

Tuesday.

Wednesday.

Thursday.

Friday.

Saturday.

Having met John’s friends throughout the week, they all found time to stop by the Barber shop. Lafayette got along with all of them. They had agreed to go to the bar on Saturday with him and of course, Peggy would bring her sisters along.

“Though, I’m sure Y/N already asked them!” she giggled at Lafayette who glared at her and told Peggy to get back to work. Only so she would stop teasing him.

Now the big day arrived, and he was excited, Y/N had been telling him how she was excited to introduce him to her long-time best friend, Thomas. The same Thomas who she swore he looked alike.

Arriving at the bar in a group of five, Rafael also there with his girlfriend Ashley. They found a large table for their group and a few minutes later, Lafayette went to the bathroom.

Y/N’s POV:

Pacing the outside of the bar with Thomas, Peggy, Angelica and Eliza. Y/N felt like she was going to throw up. “I can’t do this!” she turned to leave, only to be stopped by Thomas and she groaned as she was shoved into the bar. The sisters making way to the table with everyone and Thomas went to the bar with Y/N knowing she was worried.

“It’s gonna be fine, doll… he’s gonna love you, ok? I mean look at you… you’re what the kids call a Cinnamon bun!” he tried to pinch her cheeks, but Y/N slapped his hands away with a pout.

“Bitch…” she huffed and turned. “Get me something to drink, I’m gonna go use the bathroom and try not to throw up.” Without another word, Y/N entered the bathroom to try and calm her nerves.

Thomas’ POV:

As he waited for his drink, Y/N’s drink and the three sisters. Thomas tapped his finger against the bar counter waiting. Watching the game on the tv that was hung up.

“God Lafayette. The sisters I told you about are here… meaning so is Y/N and that Jeffershit. You’re going to Hate him like I do. I can just feel it, that nosy… cocky… son of a ….” Turning around with an eyebrow raised, Thomas looked amused as Alexander let out a loud, somewhat girly shriek.

“I’m sorry, what was that you were saying about me, Hamishit?” he asked, arms crossed over his chest.

“Wh- WHY IS YOUR HAIR UP LIKE THAT?” Alexander demanded to know, and Thomas rolled his eyes.

But before he could say anything, he was frozen. Seeing a man who looked just like him standing before him. ‘No wonder dumbass Hamilton got us confused.’ He thought to himself and when Y/N came over as well. She looked between the two man.

“Dude… you got some amazing D.N.A.” Thomas said with a nod of his head, hoping to break the weird silence.

“Merci mon ami… You as well!” Lafayette nodded, only to look at Y/N with a grin. The two, after telling their friends they would find a table to get to know one another.

Thomas was left there with a nagging feeling in the back of his mind. Remembering stories of his mother tell him of the twin brother he should have had but he was taken when he was just a baby.

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[caranfindel]

Recap/review 15.20: “Carry On”

I’ll warn you right now - I did not hate it.

THEN: Chuck loses. Jack is God. The Winchesters are finally free.

NOW: Friends, get ready for a whole lot of fan service in the next few minutes. It's like TPTB have been reading everything we say and giving us what we want.

As a song about "ordinary life" plays, Dean's retro alarm clock goes off at 8:00. He shuts it off and sits up so we can see he's wearing a henley shirt (fan service points: 1). As he stretches, he's greeted by Miracle the dog (fan service points: 2)! Who is apparently his dog and definitely not Sam's!

But it's okay because LOOK AT THEM.

Meanwhile, Sam is running (fan service points: 3) and enjoying the beautiful day. When he gets home, he cooks (fan service points: 4) the same dry scrambled eggs that Stevie made for Charlie. Dean wanders in, wearing the dead guy robe, just as two slices of toast pop out of the toaster. I am not giving the robe any points because I don't think it's anything we all publicly long for and get excited about when it comes up, but I am willing to consider any opposing arguments. Sam, wearing just a t-shirt (5 points), tells Dean "it's hot" and I say mmm, yes it is. Dean adorably burns his hands on the hot toast and then brushes his teeth. You know what, I think the robe deserves a point after all. We're up to 6.

And we're not even two minutes into the episode.

And then they JUST KEEP COMING because Sam walks in, exposing his tattoo (7) because he's SHIRTLESS (8), scrubbing at his WET HAIR (9) with a towel, and I curse The Husband for deciding to watch with me because it means it would be kind of awkward to rewind and watch this a few more times. There's not even any dialog I can pretend I didn't catch.

I was NOT PREPARED FOR THIS.

He pulls on the grey v-neck t-shirt of sex (10) and proceeds to carefully make his bed. Dean, meanwhile, kind of sloppily throws his bed together and calls it done. Domestic Winchesters for 11 fan service points, please. Part of me feels like Dean's messy room is OOC, considering how proud he was to have his own room in the first place. But then I have to consider the trunk of the Impala, especially when compared to the hyper-organized neatness of her trunk when Sam's all alone in Mystery Spot, and it feels right. (Why am I thinking about Sam being all alone in Mystery Spot? NO REASON, NO REASON AT ALL.)

Sam's hair in his face while he makes his bed? Yes, please (12 points).

Dean washes the breakfast dishes (13), sneaking some leftover (because they were nasty) eggs to Miracle and looking around to make sure Sam doesn't see, because obviously Sam's going to be the one who doesn't want the dog to get table scraps. Sam put on a plaid shirt earlier, but we see him in the laundry room back down to one v-neck t-shirt (thank you Jack). He's reading as his laundry tumbles in the dryer, and he has to kick the dryer once to stop it from making noise, which I guess is why he's in there babysitting it. I keep reading on Tumblr that people want "at least one laundry scene," as if that didn't exist in The Monster at the End of This Book, but here's your laundry scene, friends. You were right to want it; it is marvelous (14).

Just look at that collection of plaid shirts and tell me it doesn't make you happy.

Dean times himself assembling a gun, complete with plenty of hand closeups (15) and then sits in the library with Miracle, scratching his ears (Miracle's, not his own) and apparently looking for a case. Sam comes in and joins them. He hasn't found anything, but Dean gets a serious look on his face and says "I got something."

Spoiler alert: It is my heart.

Title card!

The Impala pulls to a stop and the guys get out, still with serious looks on their faces. Oddly, the episode title flashes on screen really quickly. Or maybe it's just me. "Sure you're ready for this?" says Sam. "Oh, I don't have a choice," answers Dean. "This is my destiny." And that is exactly how I felt about watching this episode, friends. Not ready, but no choice. The camera pans to show that the boys are at the 43rd Annual Akron Pie Fest. In Akron, Iowa? Just north of Sioux City? Five hour drive? Say hi to Jody and the girls while you're there? Probably not. Probably in Akron, Ohio, almost 16 hours away.

(NO ONE CARES. STOP IT.)

Give me a break. This might be the last time I ever get to calculate driving time.

Anyway. Just pies! Nothing serious! Whew, I was concerned for a second. Dean is emotional.

This is just so beautiful.

Are you crying?

What? No. You're crying, I'm not.

No one is crying. There is no reason for ANYONE to cry.

Sam sits on a bench and watches happy pie eating families (sob). Dean returns with a giant box with six slices of pie (16 points). He sits next to Sam, and they have this conversation:

What's wrong?

Nothing. I'm fine.

Nah, come on, I know that face. That's Sad!Sam face.

I'm not Sad!Sam. I just. I'm thinking about Cas, you know? Jack. If they could be here.

Yeah, I know, I think about them too. You know what, that pain's not gonna go away, right? But if we don't keep living, then all that sacrifice is going to be for nothing.

Dean's right, Sam. Do not be sad. We will have no Sad!Sam tonight. Live your life, or else those sacrifices are wasted. (ahem.) Sam responds by pushing a slice of pumpkin pie into Dean's face. "I've wanted to do that for a very long time," he laughs. "You're right, I do feel better!" Dean scraping the pie off his face and eating it is pretty adorable.

I'd pay good money to lick that off his face. And not just because I love pumpkin pie.

Not quite 6 minutes in and we're up to at least 16 guaranteed bits of pure fan service. Just sweet, domestic Winchester brothers living their lives. How long has this been going on? I've decided it's been at least a year since the last episode. Maybe longer. A good long time. Lots of time for them to enjoy their newfound freedom. But right now things are getting dark. Because it's nighttime, and because I think somebody's about to die.

A mom sends two young brothers upstairs for bathtime. They pause when the doorbell rings. No one seems to be there, but then the dad is stabbed by people wearing creepy masks. The boys run into their room and hide. From their room, we hear the mom scream, and then a thump. One of the masked guys comes into the room and, after a fake-out when we think they might be safe, drags the boys out from under the bed.

So, domestic life in the bunker and then a hunt? Wow. We're getting it all. What a great episode, full of the things we love.

Is this Becky Rosen's living room?

Daytime. Agents Kripke and Singer (ugh, really? Kripke is good, but how about honoring someone other than the current regime?) show up at the scene. They learn that the dad's blood was drained, the mom is alive but her tongue was ripped out (wow), and the kids were taken. The mom drew a picture of the masks they wore, which the brothers recognize.

In a lovely, picturesque spot, the guys flip through John's journal. And I didn't realize we hadn't seen the journal in a while, but Tumblr informs me many of us were exicted to see it again, so boom. 17 points.

You know what this is? Mimes. Evil mimes.

Yeah. Or vampires.

VampMIMES. Son of a bitch!

Dean comes up with a silly portmanteau name for a monster? That will be 18 points. Sam determines the vamps will be heading for Canton if they follow their pattern, and the victims are families who live on the outskirts of town with children between the ages of five and ten. Well, that couldn't be too difficult to narrow down in a city with a population of over 70,000.

I'll handwave it. The lip biting. You’re welcome.

Night. Canton, I presume. Two masked vamps get out of a van. One of them gets decapitated by Dean. The other is shot in the leg, and then the head, by Sam. Well, he's a vampire, so of course it didn't kill him, but the bullet was soaked in dead man's blood. {Sidebar: "Soaked?" Dipped, maybe, but do you soak metal? Discuss.} They ask where the missing kids are, and the vamp is all, you're gonna let me go if I tell you? "No," Dean explains, adorably disappointed that the vamp isn't a mime after all. "This isn't a you walk out of here kind of situation. But see, if you tell us quick, you get this." He displays his bloody machete. "But if you take your time, you get, you get that." And "that" is a switchblade which Sam casually pops open right on cue.

Yeah, I'll take that. I'll take that itty bitty one.

It's a bad choice.

You see, this, this is quick. It's clean, you know? No muss, no fuss. You blink and you're dead.

But a blade this small, I'm gonna have to keep sawing and sawing to get your head off. And you'll feel it. Every muscle, tendon. Every inch. Could take hours.

Oh, and if those kids are dead? He's gonna use a spoon.

GUYS. I said it before and I’ll say it again. I absolutely love when they remind us that Sam Winchester, that sweet boy with the huge heart and the endless supply of empathy and the puppy dog eyes, I love it when they remind us that he is a fucking psycho when he needs to be. I'm not going to give it a point, because I don't think it's anything we've asked for, but again I'm willing to hear all arguments. Especially if they come with detailed examples of Sam going psycho. Just for evidence, you know.

Just casually talkin' bout torturing you to death. No big.

The vampire wisely decides to reveal the location of the nest where the kids are being held. Next we see the Impala pulling up in front of some kind of barn. The guys open the trunk to get their gear out, and Dean pulls out a throwing star. "Come on. One time." Sam says no. There will be plenty of other times for Dean to use his throwing stars, I'm sure.

The guys enter the barn and find it apparently empty, although we see masked vamps peeking at them from outside. They find the kids locked in a closet, but four vampires appear before they can escape. They shoo the boys outside and shoot the vampires with their dead man's blood bullets from a safe distance. No, they don't. Why? I got no goddamn idea.

{Sidebar: At some point during this fight, I realized they hadn't played "Carry On Wayward Son" at the beginning. And that we got a regular montage, not a season finale extended montage.}

Sam gets knocked unconscious, and Dean loses his machete and then gets pinned by a couple of vamps. But they don't kill him; they just hold him down while an unmasked vampire strolls in. Dean recognizes her from season 1, and pretends not to notice Sam's now-conscious hand surreptitiously creeping toward his machete. Suddenly the vampire loses her head, because Sam is behind her, and the fight starts up again. Dean gets thrown into a wall right next to a big metal spike, which we focus on oddly. And then he gets thrown onto the spike. Oops. Sam kills the last of the vamps and doesn't notice Dean's predicament. He's all, cool, fight's over, let's go get those kids out of here. "Sam," Dean says, "I don't think I'm going anywhere."

Dean tells Sam there's something stuck in his back and it "feels like it's right through me." He keeps touching his chest as if he expects to feel it poking through. Sam reaches around to touch his back and his hand comes back bloody, and if that gives you All Hell Breaks Loose feels, there's a good reason. Sam tries to pull Dean off the spike, but Dean stops him. "It feels like this thing's holding me together right now." Sam's starting to panic and so am I. He wants to go get the first aid kid and call for help, but Dean stops him. And y'all, I'm just gonna have to type the whole thing out.

Sam, Sam. Stay with me. Please, stay with me, please.

Okay. Yeah.

Okay. Okay. Uh. Right. All right, listen to me. Um. You get those boys and you get them someplace safe, all right?

Dean? WE are gonna get them somewhere safe.

No. You knew it was always gonna end like this for me. It was supposed to end like this, right? I mean, look at us. Saving people, hunting things, it's what we do.

Stop, Dean, just stop

It's okay. It's okay. it's good. It's good. We had one hell of a ride, man.

I will find away, okay? I will find another way.

No. No. No, no no no no. No bringing me back, okay? You know that always ends bad.

Dean, please.

I'm fading pretty quick, so, there's a few things I need you to hear. Come here. Let me look at you. There he is. I am so proud of you, Sam. You know that? I've always looked up to you. Remember when we were kids, you were so damn smart. You never took any of Dad's crap. I never knew how you did that. And you're stronger than me. You always have been. Hey, did I ever tell you, that night that I came for you when you were in school? You know, when dad hadn't come back from his hunting trip?

Uh, the woman in white.

The woman in white, that's right. I must have stood outside your door for hours, cause I didn't know what you would say. I thought you'd tell me to get lost, or get dead. And I didn't know what I would have done if I didn't have you. Cause I was so scared. I was scared. Cause when it all came down to it, it was always you and me. It's always been you and me.

Then don't leave me. Don't leave me. I can't do this alone.

Yes you can.

Well, I don't want to.

Hey. I'm not leaving you. I'm gonna be with you. Right here. Every day. Every day you're out there, and you're living, and you're fighting, cause you, you always keep fighting. You hear me? I'll be there, every step. I love you so much. My baby brother. Well, I did not think this would be the day. But it is, it is, and that's okay. I need you, I need you to promise me. I need you to tell me that it's okay. I need you to tell me it's okay. Look at me. I need. I need. I need you to tell me it's okay. Tell me it's okay.

Dean. It's okay. You can go now.

Bye, Sam.

NO, IT IS NOT OKAY. THIS IS THE OPPOSITE OF OKAY.

And of course I haven't described Sam's face as he understands what's happening, Dean's occasional spasms of pain, the handholding, the fucking FOREHEAD TOUCH, the tears, the way Dean's hand drops away, the way Sam's hands shake as he clutches his dead brother (hello, AHBL again).

Maybe we just need to watch it.

Gifs borrowed from @jaredandjensen​.

And there's also the Always Keep Fighting shoutout, the "I love you," Dean calling Sam his "baby brother," the "I can't do this alone/Yes you can/Well I don't want to" parallel with 1.01. Infinite points, friends. I can't count that high.

(Things not to think about: Sam putting Dean's body in the back seat, and then putting the two young brothers in the front and driving them to safety. Sam driving 15 hours back to Lebanon with his brother's body. Do not think about these things.)

Aftermath. Sam and Miracle, and no one else, are giving Dean a hunter's funeral. And I know Covid means Sam couldn't have any friends there, but also? This is kind of perfect. Sam facing it alone. The song we hear as Sam lights his brother's pyre is "Brothers in Arms" by Dire Straits, in case you're not emotionally wrecked yet.

Yeah, I'm already there, thanks anyway.

Next we see Sam's slightly more modern alarm going off at 8:00. Note that Sam gets up later now, because at the beginning of the episode, he had already gone for a run and was cooking breakfast when Dean woke at 8:00. But now there's no one to cook for so he doesn't need to get back early and I AM NOT OKAY.

ANYWAY.

Sam gets up and faces his lonely day. He cooks eggs. One piece of toast pops up. He sits in the library with Miracle and looks at the names carved into the table. He wanders the halls with his dog at his side. (SAM HAVING A DOG WAS SUPPOSED TO MAKE HIM HAPPY. IT WAS SUPPOSED TO MAKE US HAPPY. HOW DARE YOU.)

{Sidebar: Has Sam ever had a dog when he wasn't at a low point in his already-low life? Discuss.}

Eventually he finds himself at the door to Dean's room. The room is just as Dean left it, kind of messy, kind of very full of Dean. He sits on Dean's bed and pets the dog and cries and it should come as a surprise to absolutely no one that I am ROLLING AROUND IN ALL OF THIS BEAUTIFUL PAIN.

No one at all.

@annianvi thinks he’s wearing Dean’s hoodie when he cooks his sad lonely breakfast? Could it be?

Sam hears a phone buzzing in Dean's desk. He digs out the one labeled "Dean's other other phone" and answers. The caller asks for "Agent Bon Jovi" and says he's had some bodies turn up without hearts in Austin. "A friend of mine, Donna Hanscum, said you were the one to call." Oooh, are we sending him to Austin? Is Walker, Texas Ranger just going to be another fake name and fake badge? Now that's how you do a spinoff!

{Sidebar: Does Donna know about Dean? Did Sam tell anyone yet? Is the trying to get him out of the bunker and keep him busy? If so, wouldn't she have given the guy Sam's number, not Dean's other other phone? But maybe it's someone she talked to weeks ago. Discuss.}

Sam tells the caller he is on his way, and we see him with a packed bag, heading out of the bunker with Miracle. He turns to look one last time and then turns off all the lights. We haven't seen the bunker this dark since the day they found it. I don't think he's ever coming back. Goodbye, bunker. I know some people hated you, but I was not one of them. {Sidebar: Did he give the bunker key to anyone? Surely he wouldn't want all those resources to go to waste!}

So, I guess the episode title refers to Sam having (choosing?) to carry on after he loses his brother. THIS IS FINE.

Now we're back at Dean's pyre, and this time we drift up with the smoke. We catch up with Dean, outdoors, in a lovely setting with trees and birds. "Well, at least I made it to Heaven," he says. "Yep," someone answers. It's Bobby! Real Bobby, not AU Bobby! Dean's actually standing next to a building - a cabin, maybe - and Bobby is sitting on the porch.

What memory is this?

It ain't, ya idjit.

Yeah it is. Cause the last I heard, you, you were in in Heaven's lockup.

Was. Now I'm not. That kid of yours, before he went wherever, made some changes here. Busted my ass out. And then he, well, set some things right. Tore down all the walls. Heaven ain't just reliving your golden oldies any more. It's what it always should have been. Everyone happy, everyone together. Rufus lives about five miles that way. With Aretha. Thought she'd have better taste. And your mom and dad, they got a place over yonder. It ain't just Heaven, Dean. It's the Heaven you deserve. And we been waiting for you.

So Jack did all that.

Well, Cas helped. It's a big new world out there. You'll see.

So, I guess Cas made it out of the Empty? Dean smiles at that, but doesn't suggest finding him or anything. I approve. Bobby pulls out a couple of beers (the green cooler made it into Heaven!!!) and they share some bad beer. Dean comments that Heaven is "almost perfect," and Bobby knows EXACTLY what's missing, because of course he does. "He'll be along. Time up here, it's different. You got everything you could ever want, or need, or dream. So I guess the question is, what are you gonna do now, Dean?" Well, Dean doesn't have everything he could ever want or need, but he does see one thing - Baby. With her Kansas plates! Friends, that's two things I requested before the end that I didn't think I would ever see: a forehead touch, and Baby wearing her original plates. Thank you, Jack.

Dean's face lights up. "I think I'll go for a drive." As he walks to his car, we see the cabin is actually Harvelle's Roadhouse, albeit smaller, I think. Dean settles into his car and says "Hey, Baby" and when he turns her on, "Carry On Wayward Son" begins to play.

I know he looks good in Purgatory, but DAMN if he don't look fine in Heaven, too.

We cut to the name Dean, which is embroidered on - a little boy's overalls. Sam's little boy. Oh, wow. I was not prepared for this. Sam has a son named Dean, and we switch back and forth between Dean driving through Heaven and scenes of Sam's life with his son and his mysterious, barely-seen wife. She has long dark hair, and I'd like to point out that she could easily be either Eileen or Dr. Cara Roberts. Just saying. Sam's house is full of family photos, including the one of him and Dean from his memory box and a new one from the episode Lebanon. I never thought about the fact that they might have actually taken a photo, and if they did, would it still be around after Sam smashed the pearl? Well, obviously, yes. We see Sam throwing a ball with his son, helping him with his homework (Sam in glasses? Check!) and just obviously really loving this kid and giving him the childhood he never had. We also see a really, really unfortunate grey wig that I refuse to screencap. You're welcome. As aging Sam sits in the hundred-year-old car in his garage, his dead brother drives happily along dirt roads in Heaven, and I'd prefer my Heaven have paved roads, thanks.

We end in Sam's house, now complete with hospital bed. Sam could be in his 80s or even 90s, which means he could have lived another 50 years, more or less, after Dean died. His son doesn't look any older than his 20s or 30s (and also looks vaguely South Asian to me), and I wonder how old Sam was when he finally let himself have a family. Remember when Dean said his happy ending was for Sam to have kids and get old? Well, he got it, finally. Did Sam get a regular job? Did he keep hunting? We don't know. What we do know is that his son has a anti-possession tattoo. Some people have taken this to mean young Dean is a hunter, but I don't think we can jump to that conclusion. It could just be 1) Dean wanted a tattoo like his father's, or b) Sam knows there are still demons out there and that his son would naturally be a target, hunter or not.

All right, I had to screencap teary-eyed Sam grasping the steering wheel and reliving his years with his brother in this car, so we can just pretend we don't see The Wig, okay?

Sam's evidently in hospice care. Or maybe we'll all have hospital beds in our houses in 50 years. Who knows. His son sits on the bed and takes his hand. Sam smiles at him, and Dean says "Dad, it's okay. You can go now." PARALLELLS! As some woman sings "Carry On Wayward Son" for whatever reason (why didn't they use the lovely a cappella version they already had from Fan Fiction?), Sam places his hand on Dean's and takes his last breath.

{Sidebar: Where is Sam's wife in all of this? Divorced? Already dead? She doesn't seem to be in the family pictures, so I'm going with divorced. Discuss.}

Heaven. Oh, guys. I've done this rewatch without tearing up at all but I'm about to tip over. The Impala pulls onto a bridge. Dean gets out. (Now your life's no longer empty, surely Heaven waits for you.) He stands at the bridge railing, enjoying Heaven, smiling. And then he feels something and he smiles even more because he knows it's Sam. Oh god, Jensen did such a good job here. Just this fucking smile killed me dead. "Hey, Sammy," he says. He turns and there is Sam, wearing the same outfit he wore in 1.01 (they both are, but Sam's is a bigger departure from his later years). Why? I don't know. But I know it means Sam Winchester is spending eternity in something that isn't a plaid shirt. How do we feel about that?

"Dean," Sam says. They face each other and smile, and it's the smile of we just survived a hunt I didn't think we'd survive or our son just overpowered God or something along those lines. Then they embrace, and I love the way Sam hesitates just a little before clapping a hand on Dean's back. Like he's afraid it isn't really happening, and he doesn't want to break the illusion. I also love that Dean, as always, takes the top (oh, get your minds out of the gutter) and hugs as if he were taller than Sam. Then Dean puts his hand on the back of Sam's neck and turns him to admire the view and he has this joyous smile like now, this is FINALLY Heaven. And he gazes at Sam like look, Sammy, look what we did. Look what we get. The lack of dialog in this scene is just ~chef's kiss~. The camera goes wide and we see the three main characters, Sam and Dean and Baby, enjoying the Heaven they deserve.

I would like to know where they filmed this, because it's gorgeous even without the Winchesters.

Did Sam's entire life go by in the span of Dean's drive? Or did Dean just decide he'd drive until his brother arrived, no matter how long it took? And how much do I love the fact that he could have gone and visited his parents but instead he said "nah, I'll drive around and wait for Sam?" SO MUCH, PEOPLE. SO MUCH.

Also, can we talk about the fact that Sam didn't know what to expect in Heaven? I mean, Ash said they were soulmates and would share a Heaven, but why would he believe that? And he might have even still believed he'd have a hard time getting into Heaven. What a relief it must have been to show up on Dean's bridge.

And then Jared and Jensen thank us. You're welcome, boys. Thank you.

So. Thursday night I was mildly positive about the episode. But on rewatch, I'm extremely positive. Sure, I would have loved the Six Feet Under ending where we see everyone's fate. And maybe that would have happened if not for Covid. But I'm just relieved we didn't get the Game of Thrones or How I Met Your Mother endings. I'm not sure this current cohort could have done better, honestly. Sam wanted a normal family life. Dean wanted Sam to have a normal family life. But Sam was never going to stop hunting as long as Dean was hunting. And Dean wasn't going to stop hunting as long as he was alive. Dean got the end he wanted/expected and the Heaven he earned (and Sam caring for Jack was directly responsible for Heaven's improvements). Sam got to live a normal life and have a family. As I said earlier, I suspect his marriage didn't last. (Or maybe he and Eileen or Cara got married for insurance purposes, and happily co-parented little Dean, but knew they weren't each other's one true love.) But I actually prefer that. Dean loved Sam more than he loved anyone. Sam loved Dean the same way. I'm glad Sam got to have a child (who he loves as much as his brother, but in a different way), but I don't want Sam and Dean to share their Heaven with Sam's wife.

Now, would I have done Dean's death differently? Yes. I did appreciate that they had him upright, so the brothers were face to face, just like AHBL. But being impaled on a spike was just less dramatic that I would have liked. I would have preferred that Sam immediately see his brother was dying, instead of Dean having to explain it to him. Dean could have had his jugular torn, slowly bleeding out, and still been on his knees (held up by Sam, hell yes) making his deathbed speech. And then I wouldn't have thought "would an ambulance be here by now if you'd called them?" halfway through it.

{Sidebar: What if Sam had fed Dean some blood from one of the dead vamps. Wouldn't that have kept him undead long enough to get fixed up, and then they could have done the vampire cure? Discuss.}

I know some people are very unhappy about the finale. Honestly, from what I can tell, most of those people are hard-core Destiel shippers. And I guess they wanted, as they always do, for the Dean and Castiel relationship to be more important than the Dean and Sam relationship. Sorry, guys, that was never gonna happen. In the end, it came down to the epic love story of Sam and Dean, just as it should have.

So, I'm sad and I'm happy. I'm bereft and I'm full. I miss my boys, but my boys will always be with me. I hope you guys will be with me for a long time, too.