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eddies-puppet · 2 years

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My Girl (Part 2)

(Eddie Munson x Female Reader)

Summary: Y/N and Eddie have crossed the line from friends to lovers and there’s no turning back 🔥

Word count: 2.3k

Warnings: Language, NSFW, smut, p in v sex, unprotected sex, vaginal sex, vaginal fingering, oral sex female receiving

Part 1

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The rain continued to pound against the roof of Eddie’s trailer, a strong wind now having joined it, the metal creaking as it was pounded from all sides. Yet you heard nothing, every thought, every tiny bit of space in your brain, was totally taken over by Eddie. The feeling of his hands against your skin, of his tongue dancing against your own, of his curls between your fingers. He pulled away, a pathetic whimper slipping from your lips as a smug grin made its way across his face.

“Don’t worry love, I’m not going anywhere,” he chuckled as he swung his legs off the edge of the bed, climbing to his feet and holding his hand out to you. You took it and he pulled you to your feet, his fingers playing gently with the hem of your shirt. “Can I?” He whispered, his face so close you could feel his warm breath against your skin as you nodded eagerly.

His hands slid beneath the material, laying flat against your sides as he pushed the shirt slowly up your body, his touch leaving goosebumps in its wake. You grew impatient, desperate to feel his body against yours, and pulled the shirt off over your head, dropping it to the ground. Eddie’s hands were back at your waist now, his eyes wandering your skin, taking in every freckle, every dimple, every scar. “Shit, Y/N, you… are…,” he paused. “Shit,” he added with a chuckle, making you giggle as you took a step towards him, your fingertips softly tracing the dark ink of the tattoos that peppered his skin.

“You’re not too bad yourself Munson,” you whispered. Before you knew what was happening, his lips smashed into yours, his tongue forcing its way into your mouth as you moaned desperately. His hands slipped inside your sweatpants, grabbing hard at the flesh of your ass and pulling your hips forcefully against his own. Your fingers buried themselves in his thick hair, deepening the kiss even further.

The sensation of his bare skin against yours overwhelmed you all of a sudden, knocking the air out of your lungs. You had been waiting, hoping, for this for so long that suddenly the enormity of this moment hit you like a tidal wave and you pulled away, resting your forehead against Eddie’s as you fought to catch your breath. “Hey,” he whispered. “You ok?” You nodded slowly, your eyes falling closed.

“Yeah, just need a second,” you mumbled. Eddie pulled his hands out of your sweatpants to cradle your face.

“Sweetheart, we don’t need to do anything you don’t want to.” You opened your eyes, gazing up at him as you smiled.

“I want to Eds,” you reassured him. “My head just… is this even real?” You laughed softly.

“Baby, it’s real,” he grinned. “So long as you want it to be anyway,” he added. Biting gently at your lower lip, you nodded.

“I want it to be,” you giggled, your hands moving slowly down his body, grabbing at the waistband of his boxers and pushing them to the floor before doing the same to your pants, leaving the two of you laid bare in front of each other, both literally and figuratively. As Eddie’s eyes roamed your body, his pupils so blown that the usual chocolate hue had disappeared almost completely, you started to feel a bubble of anxiety building in your chest and subconsciously wrapped your arms around your stomach. Eddie took a slow step towards you, grabbing your hands and pulling them away from your body.

“Don’t hide from me sweetheart,” he whispered, his voice soft, reassuring. “I’ve waited a long time to see you like this, and fuck, it’s even better than I’d dreamed. And boy, did I dream,” he laughed, raising his eyebrows suggestively, drawing a soft giggle from you as he grabbed your hips tightly, his fingertips digging hard into the soft skin as he pulled you tight against him. The tension was palpable, his lips so close to yours that you could feel his breath, his chest rising and falling harshly against you.

“I think you might just be the most exquisite creature to ever walk this fucking earth,” he growled before his lips collided once again with yours, his tongue forcing entry as you moaned into his mouth. His hands, still tight against your hips, moved you backwards until the back of your knees hit the bed, and as you stilled, Eddie broke your kiss. He left a trail of kisses along your jaw and down to the junction between your neck and shoulder, stopping for a few seconds to suck hard on the delicate skin, groaning against your skin as your head rolled back, his name falling from your lips like a prayer.

“I know love,” he whispered as he moved lower, his warm tongue dragging slowly through the valley between your breasts and past your belly button. As he dropped down to his knees, he took your hands, pulling you down to sit on the edge of the bed as he laid his large hands against your knees, staring into your eyes as he pushed your legs apart and shuffled forward into the space. Slowly, his hands moved to the inside of your thighs, his fingers running softly up towards your body. “Lie back for me,” he instructed, and as your back hit the sheets, you gasped, the feeling of Eddie’s tongue licking a stripe up your folds stealing the air from your lungs. “You taste so good,” he sighed, his warm breath tickling your skin as he ran his fingers slowly through your folds, chuckling darkly. “You’re so wet sweetheart, all for little old me?”

“All for you Eds,” you whimpered, your body beginning to tremble as his tongue began to flick against your clit, his fingers gathering your wetness and slipping slowly inside you. “Fuck,” you moaned loudly, drawing a chuckle from him that vibrated against your sensitive nub, your eyes rolling back in your head with a breathless sigh, your hands grabbing desperately at the bedsheets beneath you. You could feel a knot tightening in the pit of your stomach as Eddie’s tongue weaved tight circles around your clit, his long fingers reaching deep inside you as your body clenched around him. A loud moan exploded from your throat as you felt his fingers curled inside you, finding that small spongey spot with ease.

“That feel good baby?” Eddie chuckled. You nodded eagerly, the cold night air hitting your core as the warmth of his tongue disappeared.

“Please don’t stop,” you whispered desperately. Well done Y/N, way to look cool! A smug smile crept across his face as he pulled his fingers out of you, a frustrated whimper slipping from your lips.

“Princess, if I don’t stop now, there’s no way I’m gonna be able to fuck you like you deserve,” he said softly, his voice deeper now, his hand wrapping slowly around himself, a small sigh leaving his lips as he pumped his hand up and down his hard cock. “Make some room for me,” he instructed, and you obeyed straight away, shuffling further onto the bed as Eddie crawled over you.

He lowered himself down on top of you, his elbows resting on either side of your head as he looked down at you, his tongue running slowly across his lower lip before he leant down, pressing his lips gently to yours. The combination of cigarettes and your sex on his tongue was heavenly as he deepened the kiss, your hips rolling unconsciously against his, his cock sliding against your wetness, a feral moan falling from his lips as he broke away from you. “Are you sure?” Eddie asked softly. You smiled, taking your lower lip between your teeth and nodding eagerly.

“Is that not obvious?” You giggled.

“Hey, consent is key,” he chuckled, kissing you again, his hand ghosting down your side, settling lightly against the softness of your hip. “Shit, hang on, let me grab a condom,” Eddie flustered, lifting himself up.

“No, Eddie,” you breathed. “I’m on the pill. Please, I want to feel all of you.” Eddie sighed dramatically, dropping his chin to his chest.

“Are you trying to fucking kill me?” He whispered, taking a deep breath before looking up at you through his eyelashes, his eyes dark.

Before you knew what was happening, his lips were on yours again, his tongue forcing its way in to your mouth as his hand slid between your bodies, lining himself up at your entrance and slowly pushing into you, a quiet whimper slipping from your throat as your body stretched around him. “You ok sweetheart?” Eddie whispered against you, his hips stilling.

“Mm-hm,” you nodded. “Just, fuck Eds, I’ve just never felt so, full,” you panted breathlessly, your eyes slowly opening, giggling at the smirk on his face.

“Oh princess, you’re going to make me blush,” he laughed softly. “We can stop if you need to,” he whispered, gently brushing a stray hair from your face.

“Oh no Munson,” you insisted, shaking your head slightly. “I’ve waited too long for this, don’t you dare stop.”

“As you wish m’lady,” he chuckled, his voice darker now as he bottomed out inside of you, his head lolling into your neck, a feral moan ripping from his throat. “Shit Y/N, you feel fucking incredible,” he growled as he pulled his cock almost entirely out of you before slamming hard back in, a loud cry erupting from you. The stretch that had bordered on pain was gone now, all you could feel was ecstacy, his hips grinding against your clit with each thrust. Eddie’s lips latched on to the spot where your shoulder met your neck, moaning softly, and stopping only to admire the marks he had left on your delicate skin. “That’s gonna take some covering,” he panted, a proud tone to his dark voice.

“I don’t care,” you breathed, your voice catching in your throat. “I want everyone to know I’m yours.” He lifted himself on to his hands and look down at you, a soft sheen of sweat glistening on his skin as he smirked.

“Mine, huh?” He chuckled. “I like the sound of that,” he panted, his hips never missing a beat as he looked down at your body, at the spot where your bodies met, his cock disappearing inside you over and over again, your tits bouncing as he railed into you. “Shit princess, you have the most perfect tits I’ve ever seen,” he whispered breathlessly, lowering his head to wrap his lips around you, his tongue flicking across your nipple as you hummed softly, your fingers burying themselves in his hair, the curls wrapping around your fingers.

Eddie left a slow trail of kisses up your chest and neck before his soft, plump lips were moving hard against yours, his teeth pulling on our bottom lip as he slipped one hand to the back of your neck, his head dropping back into your shoulder as you wrapped your legs around his hips, pulling him tighter against you, your hips rolling desperately against him as the knot in your stomach started to tighten, soft moans falling from your lips with each of Eddie’s thrusts.

“I know baby,” Eddie whispered, electricity shooting through your body as his lips ghosted against your neck, his free hand moving slowly down your body and slipping beneath your ass, lifting your hips, the new angle causing you to cry out as he hit the sensitive spot inside you. “Nobody ever made you feel like this before, did they?” He breathed, chuckling smugly as he continued his assault on your g spot. “Not even Harrington.”

“Can we not talk about him right now? Fuck, Eddie, please, don’t stop,” you begged, your whole body burning as his hips began to falter, your skin tingling as your fingernails raked down his back, clawing desperately at his soft skin as your whole body tightened around him.

“Shit baby, I can feel you. Are you ready?” He breathed, you nodding silently, not trusting your voice to speak. “Cum with me sweetheart,” he moaned into your shoulder as he pushed even further inside you, his slim hips slamming hard against the inside of your thighs as a gutterall moan ripped from his throat, his cock twitching inside you as he came, hard and loud, which was enough to push you over the edge, his name ripping from your throat as the waves of euphoria rolled through your body, a white heat enveloping you both. As your cries subsided, Eddie collapsed against you, his breath hot and fast against your neck as his hand brushed gently through your messy hair.

You weren’t sure how long you laid there in silence, him still inside you, both fighting to catch your breath. “Shit,” Eddie sighed contentedly, groaning softly as he pulled out of you and rolled on to the damp sheets. “You ok princess?” You moaned softly as you rolled over on to your side to look at him, his arm wrapping around your shoulders.

“More than ok,” you breathed, shuffling closer to him and draping your arm across his tight stomach, your fingertips dancing slowly against the delicate skin of his side as his large hand gently stroked your back and he pulled the sheets across your bodies. You could feel Eddie’s breathing growing shallower, slowly succumbing to sleep as you nuzzled your face into his neck, a small contented hum escaping his lips.

“Good night sweetheart,” he mumbled. “I love you, my girl.” A warmth washed over you that you’d never felt before, your heart fluttering in your chest as a broad smile crept across your lips, your eyes falling closed.

“I love you too my love.”

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Tags: @neewtmas @joequinnmybeloved - Sorry it’s taken so long to finally finish the sequel 🥰

#eddie munson #eddie munson x reader #eddie munson fanfic #eddie munson smut #eddie munson x you #eddie munson fic #eddie munson x female reader #eddie munson fanfiction

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maguro13-2 · 2 months

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Shattered Hero Rekindled ~ Origins of the Ink Demon : Episode Maka Pt. 16 ~

*keyboard typing*

Seto : (sighs) There has to be some birth certificate from the U.S states. Nevada doesn't have a lot of them since being a barren wasteland that does not have any births. Heck, even coming to Vegas to make everyone born in that place.

Solva : Here's your hot hot hot chocolate. Made from the ancient Aztecs by Quetzalcoatl.

Seto : Thank you, Solva. Did you really think that the one eyed star was gonna capture us? He totally felt for it. Those decoys worked.

*flashback*

Seto : Who knew that using dolls that we made as dummies would fool him that easily? I guaranteed that the one-eyed starfish would easily get him distracted.

*changes back*

Solva : Yeah! What a sucker! Now let's see what those birth certificates of those Soul Eater heroes really are.

Seto : Well, I'm one step closer into my game.

*Cracks fingers*

Seto : Huh? hmmm...That's odd, these birth certificates... these aren't even made by the Nevada Government. These were all made up. But they come from the countries of the real world. But despite Edward Elric's country a world building nation inspired by Europe, all of the heroes and villains of Soul Eater were born on the wrong places.

Solva : So where did they originally come from, exactly?

Seto : Soul Eater Evans, place of origin...Texas. Elizabeth "Liz" Thompson...Place of origin... Virginia. Tsubaki Nakatsukasa...place of origin...Japan.

Solva : Killik Rung, African American born in the city of Charleston, South Carolina, but his actual and current home was Atlanta, the largest city in the south and capital of the State of Georgia.

Seto : Marie Mjolnir, Place of origin, Sweden. But she was not Oceanian, she was originally a cheerleader coach who had that eyepatch after getting herself involved of a football accident in her hometown of Minneapolis, Minnesota, the home of the Minnesota Vikings.

Solva : Jacqueline O'Lantern Dupre, her place or origin would be France. Same goes to Harvar

Seto: And Kimial Diehl's place of origin is not the witches realm at all, but the city of Salem.

Solva : Salem? As in the capital of Oregon?

Seto : Yes, but no. Salem's the name for the capital city of Oregon, but it's actually the name of an old city in Massachusetts.

Solva : I was right, so the real location of the witches realm, is that the real location of witches realm is Salem Massachusetts. They've been making contact with the people of Massachusetts for all these years, so that's why they were trying to protect their selves, because the Majo Order were part of the Massachusetts State Government. So that's why Kimial ran away from home, just to protect the boy's legacy. But if she never protected the boy's legacy, why did she wanted to live Nevada, why protecting Shinra's legacy instead of her people's?

Seto : Because, Solva. Shinra wanted to make a fool out of Maka, ever since the Time Eater arrived to their universe, it started to annihilation of making them wish that they were never born in the same universe that they lived for 1000 years. But if it hadn't been for Shinra's heroism and his influence, he would've put their lives in dangers of risking it for to be heroes and even stupider! That's why the world of Soul Eater is weird, plus, the manga itself never received any awards. Now that's superstitious about anything being a manga loser calling it a smash-hit series. There's no fame, no awards, no platinum albums or even records, nothing! It's like they were living in the shadows of their previous lives in the real world.

Solva : So the only to make their selves as heroes of Soul Eater in reality, was to stage the whole thing, but who in the world would even make their selves as heroes to protect the boy's legacy

*Computer Buzzing*

Seto : Hey, what gives?

Darkside Death : *snickers* It was I who made these children as pawns in my plan to make them all heroes and would forever protecting the legacy for all of these years while I hold the planet in the clutches of my hands

Seto : You, Lord Death! You're still a heartless! You ordered all this!

Darkside Death : Not me, JK...It was me.

Seto : So why are you doing this?

Darkside Death : Revenge...for the Time Eater. Allow me to give you his demonstration.

[Subspace Ver.3 plays]

Seto : Hey, that's Shinigami! You put him down this instant!

Solva : Hey, but aren't there two Lord Deaths?

Seto : But...which one is the Lord Death?

Darkside Death : Now do you remember? Someone from before?

*Shinigami's face gets taken off revealing to be Shotaro*

Seto : It can't be! That's...!

Solva : The Dokeshi and second hero of the Ohkuboverse.

Seto : Shotaro!

Darkside Dark : Three years ago. This kid was wanting to expose my creator's world to uncover secrets that I have been doing it the past years. He helped them to uncover the truth and now he is my slave, a slave that will definitely benefit to all of Mankind.

Seto : What you're doing to Shotaro is insane! You were using him for your personal cover ups. You tricked him to believe that Makes wanted to attend the school, but she didn't. She had been in a coma for around one year ago. That's how her story took place, all nothing but a dream. All this time, we thought that she was a hero to Nevada, but was just some random kid who does not know about being a hero. If she would've followed Shinra' footsteps of being like one, she would've risked her own life fighting for her ideals.

Solva : Do you know how much of it for us to make us heroes to do the dirty work for you? I think not. You're just jealous that you wanted to put the entity name Demon Vibe out of commission. You got some nerves calling yourself the ruler of the cosmos. What a joke for a title! There is only one ruler of the universe and there could be only that controls everything!

Seto : We hope you like to see your face red before a girl name Homura Akemi creates the new era in the 2010s. You'll be best lie dead at master's feet.

Darkside Death : Is that so, you little pipsqueak? Well, in that case...this whole planet will be the death of everything that you know and love! You will die by the hands of my deceased son, Asura!

*laughs evilly*

Seto : Oh yeah?! Then go put a sock in it!

*Smashes Computer*

Seto : You'll regret this., heartless son of the devil! That is why I promised.

Solva : *sweatdrop icon* I'm getting a newer one.

*scene changes*

Seto : Hey, Maka. You alright there, kid? Maka?

Maka : Oh hey, Deathless. How are you feeling today?

Seto : Well, I'm basically fine in my own ways, I'm feeling a little light headed. I wonder how long you would surpass the greatest shonen trope with the power of that friendship crap? I'm not even going to say it, but...it's a great opportunity that someone is going to keep my package cleaned for delivery, over and out.

Maka : Really? Did you check your mail today?

Seto : I always checked twice. Let's just I checked the mail every day or every night.

Maka : So...I was wondering something. What does it like to be alone for some reason.

Seto : Well, it's never to be alone when you don't have with somebody, there might be others who would care for you and then you won't have to be lonely anymore. Well, I'm certainly wondering you would seek the future when this girl named Homura Akemi decides to create the new era in the 2010s. I won't last this long, I might get back on my feet whether the new era is going to be made by Homura or that will have to wait. You never know what hits ya.

Maka : I see...

Seto : Well, for a blonde girl that knows how to deal with Shounen Protags, I've become one like everyone does, I heard about what happened to the Ohkuboverse. It was destroyed along time. But I need you ask one important questions about your life and story. As Deathless or needless, as an apprentice to the great lord of death himself, Grim the Hedgehog, I am going to give you a simple task on taking me to a duel on the beach.

Maka : The beach? Take me there!

*teleports*

"EMERALD COAST"

*waves crashing+seagulls squawking*

[Big Fishes at Emerald Coast by Jun Senoue]

Maka : Where am I? What is this place?

Seto : This is Emerald Coast. A nice fun beach that we like to play in the waters, but this is just Emerald Coast.

Maka : Then why is it called Emerald Coast?

Seto : Duh. Everyone knows Emerald Coast, Emerald Coast is in Sonic's world, while this is the Emerald Coast is where we are currently at.

Maka : Why not to go to the other Emerald Coast.

Seto : That's because there's a giant killer whale that chases a Blue Hedgehog on a wooden bridge.

Maka : Oh. Well in that case. I'll accept your challenge...

*takes off clothes to reveal her bikini*

Maka : by having a Duel on the Beach!

Seto : That settles it!

[Emerald Beach by Kenichi Tokoi]

Seto : Let's hop to it!

Runblebee/Announcer : VOLLEYBALL MATCH!

Seto : I can't wait to play some Volleyball. This is my first time.

Maka : I haven't played this game in a while. So...This is my first time of playing Volleyball. I won't lose this match.

Seto : Alright, First serve!

Solva : Hey, don't we mind to join in?

Seto : Solva!

Eve : Hey, I am all ears, so I am tagging along with her.

Seto : Yo, Eve!

"Eve Neuschwanstein : Heroic Doppelganger"

Eve : Last one wins the match is a rotten genius!

Seto : Serve up!

Master Hand/Announcer : Go! *blows whistle*

*Begins the match*

Seto : Here goes! *Hits Volleball*

Eve : Not too shabby! *Hits ball* Toss!

Maka : Right! Spike!

*Spikes the ball*

Rublebee/Announcer : Ball in!

Eve : Yes!

Seto : Not bad. But not good as it looks. Now it's my turn! Here it comes! Serve up! *Hits ball*

Solva : Just go for it! Spike! *Spikes the ball*

Eve : Woah! *hits the ball* You call that a spike? This should be...an ATTACK! *Spikes the ball*

Runblebee : Ball in!

*Whistle blowing*

Eve : Aced it!

Maka : Not bad! I bet you can handle a single flinch to go easy on the ball.

Eve : Yes siree! I'm hoping that you would be in a lot of heat!

Seto : Ready for our personal close up?

Solva : I'm totally Winging it! Second serve. Here I Go!

*during third set*

Eve : Alright! It's your turn!

Maka : Alrigh. I got this. Serve up! *Hits the ball*

Eve : My go! *Hits the ball*

Solva : Time for secret weapon attack!

*hits ball*

Solva : Right! Haven't used my secret technique!

*uses gravitation technique on the ball*

Maka : Ehh?

Eve : Hey! What?

Seto : Heh ha!

*ball lands*

Runblebee : BALL IN!

Eve : Hey! No fair! That's cheating!

Seto : Finders keepers! That's my way to hanging!

Eve : Alrigh then. We're on the final set, partner. This time, we do it right...for real!

Maka: Hmph!

Eve : Time for Eve Neuschwanstein to go... doppelganger mode!

*Turns into Maka*

Maka (Eve) : Looks like we're doubles now!

Maka : We could be a perfect stunt double!

Two Makas : Hey, guys. Think you can spot out the difference? There's only two of us and we know how you beat this one out!

Seto : Neuschwanstein, you can change one's appearance? Yeah right. But I'm not falling for that one!

Maka (Eve) : Hey, Kid! You go first!

Maka : Alright! My perfect shot! This would be a great time to spike up! Huuut!

*Toss ball*

Maka: I call this one...The Maka style shot!

*uses special shot to spike ball*

Runblebee : GAME SET, AND MATCH...Maka and Eve!

Eve : Hahaha! We won!

Solva : Unbelievable! Nobody in the beach would ever beat us in a duel before!

Eve : Way to win the game, partner! You finally got some skills!

Maka : To me, I can finding it that this turned out to be fun. Hey, would you give us a hand and bring the volleyball back to us?

Seto : Sure, but I don't see where ball went.

Sir Halberd Knight : You dropped this, girlie. Is this your ball?

Seto : Hey, thanks so much. I've been lookibg for it to get it back and... Huh? Who are you?

Solva : Where did you come from.

Sir Halberd Knight : Perhaps that we would like to have a talk.

~ Level 15 : Duel on the Beach ~

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daisy-room · 4 months

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Ushijima

1. One Summer Day; unexpected love. Truly an amazing trope. This story takes place in high school and I want to eat the writing. Like it’s so good, and so beautifully done. (Not completed) @hiraethwa

Tendo

1. Custom Action Figure; this whole series is hilarious and I suggest checking it out. It made me smile and they have a lot of characters for it. @darthferbert

Oikawa

1. Supportive Boyfriend Oikawa; the way I simp over this man needs to be studied in a lab. These headcannons are literally adorable. Like I want all of this. I want him to teach me how to serve (totally don’t play volleyball it’ll be like when people pretend to not know how to play like pool) I love this man. @miksy63

2. Binary Stars; SMAU for my favorite boy like ever. It’s a little angsty but that’s to be expected when the characters don’t talk to each other smh. It’s fine in the end and it’s a nice short one, definitely worth the read @causenessus

3. Sweet Things; AHHHH! So cute!!!! Sweet things he does for you in the relationship. @cherrye

4. You Know How to Ball, I Know Aristotle; really cute Smitten Oikawa with a studious/nerdy reader. So fluffy I love it @lovingache

5. Pass, pass -oh smash; I may be a little biased but- I LOVE THIS. LITERALLY SO CUTE I ACTUALLY GIGGLED AND KICKED MY FEET. And I got a pretty amazing mutual out of it 😌 @chocolate-milk-enthusiast

6. In the spirit of matrimony; IT HURT SO BAD OMFG. GUYS I'M THROWING UP/POS @sokuroo

Iwaizumi

Catch me if I fall; AVE it hurt so bad guys, but it also healed me in some way. please go read literally anything that Ave writes!!! @hiraethwa

Bruised; I went feral over this fr. Like I haven't had time to finish it but what I have read it's literally so good omg. Guys please. I'm going to have to make a special section for some people fr. @/eggyrocks

Rot; GUYS PLEASE. I COULD GO ON ABOUT ROT FOR SO LONG. IF NOTHING ELSE ON THIS LIST PLEASE READ ROT. IT'S SO WELL WRITTEN AND IT JUST HITS SO HARD, LIKE THE PEOPLE ARE SO WELL THOUGHT OUT AND HUMAN. LIKE PLEASE READ THIS. THE ENDING IS SO SWEET AND PERFECT. @eggyrocks

Mattsun

Hot To Go; Dodger I fr love this. Like it's so funny and whimsy. AND it's Mattsun!!! It's so hard to find good Mattsun fics I swear </3 (mndi!!!!) @/nectardaddy

Kiyoko

1. Inked- Cute Smau where Y/N owns a tattoo shop and Kiyoko is a flower shop owner. This is really cute and brings a smile to my face with the antics of all the characters. @eggyrocks (they also have some other SMAUs I would say to consider checking out)

Bokuto

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Osamu

1. How deep is your love?; various people and headcannons about your relationship. If you can’t tell I’m a sucker for sweet sappy things. These are so sweet. @sweetheartsaku

2. Sharing an Umbrella; Pretty self-explanatory, you forget your umbrella and Osamu shares his with you. It’s really cute!!! @suplicyy

3. You're Here, that's the thing; Osamu. I love this man and it's childhood friends to lovers and sfdkjsjfdsfd WHEN I TELL YOU I ATE THIS UP OMG. @kirschteinoir

4. Time To Cool Off; I love love love this. Her stopping in to see him brings me joy. So much joy <333 him having to deal with the Karen is </3 like LET ME HELP!!!!! I'M IN CULINARY SCHOOL!!! @lou-struck

5. Interviewing to be the baker @ onigiri miya; WYR I LOVE THIS FIC. AS A BAKER MYSELF IT FILLS ALL OF MY NEEDS. I NEED OSAMU BIBLICALLY (you can decide what that means) LIKE MMMMM. @afyrian

Atsumu

1. He’s Trouble; Fratboy! Atsumu with a female reader. I just know this series is going to get more and more funny with each chapter and I’m very excited to see where it goes @lowkeyremi

2. Egoist; guys- I binged this whole thing in like one sitting. It was so well written. Like I enjoy that we got a choice at the end to forgive him and that we weren't forced to forgive him. It made me so skjfnskfbskdbfashkdf you know??? anyway this is def worth the read!! @suhkusa (mdni!!!)

Sakusa

This is My Solemn Vow; Prince and Princess Sakusa and Reader who get married and learn to love each other again. This is a slow burn and it’s beautifully written (not completed) @jinchuls 2. Domesticity; Sav!!!! This was adorable omg!! guys please if you need happy wholesome fluff read this <3333 @akaakeis

Kita

1. Behind the phone; THIS LITERALLY IS SO CUTE AND I THINK IT HEALED SOMETHING IN ME.@t4kalcvr (ongoing)

2. '88 Ford; Omg. I have so many things to say guys. I love this story, I know I keep saying that about the recs on this list but this fr made me giggle. I was giggling and kicking my feet and twirling my hair. The little things that made them love each other. The way that they care about each other. Yn isn't a pushover and can very well take care of herself. Omg this is fr fsjfbskhbshdf I love this. @nectardaddy

Suna

Take the edge off; Okay, so I read this on Ao3 first but this is legit so good. It made me so happy and I think it made me cry at least once. I'm not really a smut reader but I love how Honee writes smut- like idk it's digestible for me <3 I love how this is written, amazing. so many thoughts and emotions. @honeekyuu (minors DON'T interact.)

Caught in the web; I've been on a spiderman kick...I think it's eggy's fault with the poll and series they're doing. This is so cute though, like give me fifteen of them <3333 @sunafc

LOVE NOTES; OMG GUYS PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE. READ THIS!! IT'S SO FLIPPING CUTE. I LOVE THIS SERIES WITH MY WHOLE HEART AND I NEED ALL I CAN GET OF IT. @causenessus

Time of your life; FOAMING AT THE MOUTH. Omg guys is Suna in the favorites favorites now?? he has so many fics now...anyways- this fic was really cute!!!! I loved it so much!!!! @sunarots

Talk Too Much; guys, I don't think you understand how much I love this author. they seem to always hit the mark with the things they write. It brings me so much joy and skjbd I fr just can't put into words how much I love this story <33333 @/honeekyuu

Kuroo

1. Work Wife; You’re Kuroo’s work wife but when training a new person he gets jealous. The ending is so funny! I love it!!! @kaiijo

2. Work from Home; Kuroo is working from home and shenanigans ensue. This one is a little suggestive so be warned. @mewnbun

3. Ghost of You; Ave is a monster guys, like this is so well written and it hurts so bad omg. Like screaming, crying, throwing up all at once. This fic killed me. Like what do you mean they don't live happily ever after???? This destroyed me and I'm so excited for the spin-off series. @/hiraethwa

4. Lovebirds; This was so cute. I love him being her work husband. IT MADE ME SO HAPPY. I LIKE THAT HE WAS HER LITERALLY HER HUSBAND AT WORK. HJBBBBG I LOVE LOVE LOVE. @yogurtkags

Kai's Special Division!!!

This is author's who's works I love. Like literally everything they write! I shall link their masterlists here <333

Ness <3

Dodger <3

Honee (mdni)

Ave <3

Eggy <3

Wyr <3

Molly

Sav <3

I will be adding more to this as I find new recommendations :)

As you can see I definitely don’t have a favorite character 🥰 (note the sarcasm as Oikawa’s section is like 3 fics longer than everyone else)

psst- this is getting a lot of attention for some reason let me shamelessly plug myself @tulip-room (some of the fics are 18+ so minors and ageless blogs stay away from those but my fluff and angst fics go right ahead)

#kai is a simp #kai’s recommendations #haikyu x reader #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu x you #daichi x reader #tendo x reader #ushijima x reader #oikawa x reader #matsukawa x reader #hanamaki x reader #kuroo x reader #akaashi x reader #bokuto x reader #iwaizumi x reader #osamu x reader #osamu miya x reader #atsumu x reader #sakusa x reader

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rumblelibrary · 3 years

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I'm not sure if you have already done something like this before, and if you did, please let me know, I'd love to read it, BUT I was wondering if you could do a little thing, maybe with Sebastian Zöllner, where he is like totally behind on every fucking deadline, work is just piling up, he got into stress with his ex, the dishes are not done, he should go take out the trash, you know, everything is just piling up and he just cracks under the pressure, severely doubting his worth as a person. And his friend, the reader, gotta try their best to build him up again, telling him all the things they love about him, and it slowly turns into a love confession without them noticing.

Is this too elaborate, does that make sense for Seb? Idk. To me it does? Like he's always very...Seb around other people, but deep down I feel like he's always under this pressure to live up to his own and others expectations, wanting to be big and famous and perfect in a way.

I'm so sorry, brain go brrr.

Never Enough [Sebastian Zöllner x Reader]

Word Count: 4k Warnings: bad habits (heavy smoking and drinking), self deprecation, depression and some fluff in the end. A/N: I loved this prompt, I love to write Sebastian so thanks to you once more for giving me this opportunity

He should have probably realised something was wrong when the ashtray was vomiting cigarettes out from its dooming position beside the laptop.

He nervously used the left part of the one he just ended to scavenge some space and just pressed it along the others.

Or maybe when after another sip of the same cold coffee mixed with cheap gin he felt the walls of his stomach revolting and stirring against him, threatening a much bigger damage.

Or, again, when he felt like calling back Elke because he was so alone and he was hungry and tired, and she might hate him but he could pull some puppy eyes and maybe it would work. It usually did.

The truth was that he shouldn’t have taken up so many jobs, but the bank account was crying and he needed them, he needed the money.

But again: writing about the umpteenth girl- artist performing naked on a famous historic location?

Or do we have to talk about the way somebody splashed some colour here and there on a canvas saying it is the catharsis of his young mind against the social construct?

Please, may God spare him from the man calling himself landscape artist because he takes pictures of naked girls on a field.

Charged up with this amount of nothingness, he could just write and delete, write and delete, words count going quickly up to 400 only to go back at 0 in a snap of his fingers over the buttons, because he couldn’t just tear them down. He had to give them some hope, a glimpse of potential he couldn’t see and he wasn’t even aware it existed. Each of them disgusted him, but he was specifically asked to be entertaining and not a killer with his words.

So he kept swiping up videos and photos of these artists, trying to find one thing, one holy grail to get attached to and finally write one good optimistic line in the middle of the words he had to pull up to keep a moderate tone.

He rubbed his temple running over his hairline, which by the way was perfectly fine, before his hand reached down and he touched his t-shirt pulling on the neckline to gather some air, he was wearing his pyjama still, white stained shirt on blue tartan pants. He raised up the shirt and bowed his head down giving in a long inhale from the inside and just cringed to himself.

He looked around as he couldn’t stand up, if he did then he will get only more distracted and these articles needed to be ready for tomorrow.

He noticed the spray against the mosquitos on the floor, those little bastards always hiding under his desk to bite his ankles, he picked it up and sprayed it over himself like it was perfume hoping to ignore the need of a shower for few more hours.

His eyes scanned the small studio flat he was living now: the dishes sticking out of the sink, the noisy fridge buzzing. The one table that was also his work desk filled with used mugs, stained plates covered in cigarettes and leftovers, empty packages of his favourite brand discarded everywhere: from the bathroom up to the couch and to the small bed he owned. Damn, if he run out of cigarette it will be hard to ignore how he also run out of food.

The space was dark and gloomy, some of his stuff still packed up, the fake pop art panting of him and Elke staring at him reminding him of his other loss.

He didn’t touch the bed in days, he just slept on the seat or on the couch.

His attention was attracted by his phone buzzing.

He sat up straight as it was her, it was Elke.

Did she sense his discomfort?

“Elke” he picked up the call in a second.

“Wow, a quick answer, did you have your phone already in your hand or it happens just so late at night?”

Her sarcasm did’t go past him, but he just thought how long it was since he heard a human voice and not the recording of some idiot calling himself artist.

“No, I was thinking of you”

“Yes, sure, look I have sent you an email with the bills of the time you were here, the ones you have left to pay and it is only fair that you pay at least half of them”

“Sure” he just said it because he wanted to go past the point of money, he wanted her back. Maybe he could crush at her place, feel her hands through his hair, shower, sleep some good sleep and the articles will come around in few types “Elke, I was thinking we might…”

“I just called you for the bills”

“I know, but maybe we could have” his eyes darted at the top right of his laptop screen to see the time “a drink together?”

She huffed a laughter as he frowned lightly “I know you Seb, if it is money or sex what you’re looking for that door is closed and it has been for a long time”

“I know” he murmured as he let out a breathy sigh, a dooming sense of loneliness creeping over him like a giant spider ready to wrap him up and eat him “I just hoped…”

“Don’t hope Sebastian, you’re already an hopeless cause”

She hung up on him and he was left there, he kept that same pose with his phone against his ear. His eyes trailing once again over the empty page of his document on the screen, on the chaos surrounding him.

He nibbled on his bottom lip before running his tongue over the pained area.

He pushed the phone back down on the table with a tremble of his jaw and a shaky hand.

She was right.

What he did of his life anyway? He lost most of his occasions in life, he was now in his thirties and he concluded nothing of what he hoped to be, he failed in all the departments both as an artist and as a critic.

A jack of all trades is a master of none, and maybe only the first type of the famous quote could be applied to him.

He couldn’t even take the trash out or he couldn’t remember the last time he ate something that was vaguely resembling of fruits or vegetables. It is all good when you imagine yourself as a bohemian rooting against the world, when you convince yourself that’s only the proof you needed to know you are fighting well against a system of art that privileges banality and marketing over real artistic value and that, one day, all your struggles will be worth it.

Even Picasso was poor for a long time in Paris.

Damn, maybe to be in a situation like this in Paris would sound more romantic.

But the truth was: he never imagined to have to do it alone, that life would feel so overwhelming, that there wouldn’t be anything but extreme struggle, anger, loneliness and a terrible diet.

For a moment he wished to be a baby again, to be the bright boy he was and let mommy take care of his needs and his dirty shirt and empty stomach. He wished that maybe somebody noticed him before, that somebody saw his talent and helped him to pull it out instead of leaving him to do it on his own only to come late to every step.

And now it is too late, he is lost in the sea of terrible paid jobs and anguishing relationships, let’s not forget maybe he indeed had a receding hairline and he was doomed to get bold .

He squeezed his eyes as a soft sob took over his lip, hand running over his forehead as he pulled on his hair justifying his tears with some physical pain. He shook his head as he tried to gain back some composure, hand flung over to pick up his coffee mug and giving in a long gulp of the coffee, the same one he swore before to not touch again, only to almost choke on it, couching it out only to pick up the bottom hem of his shirt to clean his laptop screen.

He fucking hated to write on a computer, the old typewriters inspired him but that damn ink was too expensive now for his sore pockets.

He smirked to himself as he kept doing it, finding good excuses to call himself off any responsibility. But maybe Elke was right, well she surely was, she had two degrees, maybe he was really a lot cause. He frowned as he wiped slowly the screen with his already stained shirt, the wetness sticking then against his skin as soon as he let it go giving him another shiver.

He didn’t have even the strength to cry, he could only accept it was over.

The curse that he shouted out loud when he heard knocking at the door, smashing him out of his thought spiral, generated an immediate anger reaction from him.

“Fuck, shit, if it is the fucking neighbour, I swear I will kill her cat or that rat she has as cat, fucking hell”

He grumbled as he stood up moving across the table not caring about his state, he only wanted to crawl back into a ball and maybe nuzzle a bit somewhere.

When his death glare appeared after the door opened in a powerful swing his eyebrows lifted immediately finding you on the other side.

He blinked, one of those sleepy blinks where somebody closes his eyes and then opens them really wide to make sure it is not made up in their brain, that one.

His eyebrows furrowed as he stared at you

“What the fuck are you doing here?”

“You should wash your mouth with holy water Sebastian” you said shaking your head raising your arms to show him some paper bags “I am bringing food and body shower”

He shook his head “Are you calling me stinky?”

“I am” You quickly replied moving past him into his place ignoring his groan.

He stood by the door slowly closing it, he was sure that old bitch was looking through her peephole, only then he stared at you try to make your way into the filthy kitchen. He was really embarrassed about his antics, but surely this time he exceeded some record.

“I am speechless Seb, I helped you with the moving and this place seems to have taken over you” you said as you knew he was in some rut when he kept such a long phone silence.

He was usually always texting, sending memes or one sentence texts.

You cared about him, deeply, you knew he was full of flaws and little quirks, but that’s what made him special. Nevertheless, you were worried about the state of the place, how it showed the way he let himself get dragged through the days. So he observed you, better to say, your back, the way you moved around opening the window to let fresh air inside, turning on a lamp to make some light that wasn’t just the blue one of the screen. Pulling out commodities and food from your magic bags like some sort of Mary Poppins of struggling writers. How you poured soap in the dirty load of dishes and pans, the way you marched securely to his desk to pick up that filthy mug and you frowned just sniffing at it.

“Is that poison?”

“Rat poison” he corrected you.

You shook your head as you cleaned a glass and filled it with water and among the groceries you pulled out a banana.

“Have this now, it will help” you said and he took the glass with one hand and the banana with the other like his brain was shut down.

He stared at you as you leaned your head slightly on side, he went through bad times after the break up but you had never seen him in such a helpless state.

He was chaotic but he always loved to keep up his appearance, to give that handsome and damned kind of vibe.

“Sebastian” you called him as his eyes spaced out and now where back on you “Are you alright?”

He observed you, he stared at your face like he was trying to recognise you, truth it was he kept pushing himself to say yes, say yes, say it is all good, make a joke, a remark, keep it up. You don’t need his burden, you don’t need to hate him like Elke and others do.

Just say yes.

“No” he said as his lips trembled and you watched his ironic mask fall right in front of you as he looked away hiding his tears, real tears, not the ones he can play out whenever he needs.

Just as quickly as you gave him the banana and the water you took them off his hands afraid he might hurt himself by dropping the glass in particular.

"Seb" you called his attention as he sobbed moving like a bird trying to hide his face against his own shoulder.

You took his now empty hands dragging him toward the couch and kicking off the pile of dirty clothes and discarded books on top of it to make him sit down with you.

"Talk to me"

He didn't, the man that was never out of words, even in the times he should have been, was now silent as a tombstone staring away from you as you gave a gentle squeeze to his hands. It pained you to see him in such a state.

So weak, so helpless like a lost child.

"I can't help you if you don't talk"

Sebastian shook his head still staring at the wall.

"You can't help me"

"Is it about writing? I can proof read you, it will be a moment"

He shook his head again making, hair bouncing from side to side.

"No, it is not important if I write or not"

You frowned at that comment.

"What the hell?" you just blurted out "Seb you're a talented writer, you're passionate, funny, witty, why shouldn't it be important?"

He looked up at you shaking his head "I can't write, I can't put together two sentences"

Your eyes travelled onto his side profile, truth to be told he looked worn out but he was still handsome like only Sebastian Zöllner could be. He had that chaotic charm, even with a wrinkled suit he was fearless, strong, poignant. You couldn't avoid him, he owned every place he stepped in and you could feel his gaze run through your bloodstream.

When he asks a question, he meant it, it was a test run into your bones and you loved every second of it.

His lips tightened as he diverted his gaze finally to you. You knew his relationship with Elke was important, he cared about others even if he didn't show it daily like most people do.

"Is it Elke?"

"No, she was just right"

"About what?"

He gulped, his throat dry as he pulled his bottom lip in his mouth grinding his teeth over it like playing something through that gesture.

"About me"

"Breakups are always shit, don't you even.."

"No Y/N" he interrupted you, he was serious, maybe his voice trembled but he wasn't lying or playing some role "I am really a lost cause, I mean look at his place"

His hand waved around the small flat like a drunk orchestra director.

"It is pure trash, I haven't finished unpacking, I didn't have food until you came, I am unable to look after myself, to look after the people that I care about. I worked so hard to be an artist and then I became a critic and now I am so knee deep into my own shit that I have more debts than entries, more failures than successes, more haters than friends"

He gulped down, the waterline of his eyes dangerously red and he sniffled up as he let out a little weak whisper "I just wish I could disappear"

"No"

It came out of you like a lighting bolt, it surged out of you before you could even elaborate. Like an order. A command.

"Seb, you're now in a rough patch of life, but you have always worked hard and well as a writer"

"I am a writer because I failed as an artist"

"You're a writer because you know of what you're talking about, because you're able to see the difference between marketing and passion, between hard work and laziness, because you respect that profession and it makes you the best critic"

"I just want to destroy them all because I am envious, Elke always said I am fuelled by my own envy”

"I have read pieces of yours only encouraging the rightful and bringing down the real frauds"

He shook his head as he was just fixating on the wrong, on the flaws, on the problems.

You huffed cupping his cheeks to force him to look at your eyes.

"Look at me" you said not admitting replies "you are talented in what you do, you are one of the best in your field and you're not on some big magazine only because they know they will have to put up with your shit: with the fact you always meet the people, you look at art pieces in presence, you touch them, you research the colours, you scrutinise everything to the bone"

He took your hands hating to be held like that but he squeezed them in his owns.

"And yes, you're allergic to ironing clothes and washing dishes is your personal nightmare, and yes, you give out many temper tantrums and have a terribly dark sense of humour, you are a failure at time and money management, you love filthy rich stuff and smoke like your life depends on it"

He stared at you, he listened quietly as you knew him from so long and many people, Elke included, wondered what you gained from helping him or just being around him that much. He often teased his ex about being jealous of you and she always said that it was like being jealous of a mortgage.

"So you agree?"

"I agree to say you are flawed like all of us, that you are just the perfect balance to your writing, you're what you write. You're passionate, you give out the two hundred percent of what you can give, you are like this, you go all-in in everything you do, there's no compromise, no mid way, no foreseeable change of direction, you speed up into the darkness and don't look back. You are bold, you take risks, you let people hate you because you do not compromise with who is son of who or who is the director of what gallery, you judge people over their real qualities. Because you talk to them in their face, because you don't hide that yes, you want to be great, because you're handsome and charming and smart, nobody can outsmart you in your field, not even that idiot you hate that much"

"Golo Fucking Moser" he murmured

"Golo Fucking Moser" you repeated with a chuckle "you don't have anything to envy to him beside the bruises he probably has on his knees for bending down to anyone"

He chuckled at that comment.

"And also, you're more attractive, that pisses off Seb, it is unfair to the poor man”

He leaned his head on side as you wouldn't normally shower him in compliments, he had enough ego for that, but you had never seen him like this and you wished to never see him again in such a state.

"You find me attractive?"

"Well for sure you're an eye candy" you joked

"I mean it"

You rolled your eyes blushing a bit and huffing a chuckle "I do, alight? It is universal knowledge"

He looked at you as he still held your hands in his, his thumbs making soft shapes over the back of your hand.

"That I am attractive or that you find me attractive?"

You groaned looking away with an embarrassed giggle “okay, okay, I see you're back in yourself, let's eat now"

You moved to stand up but he didn't do the same remaining sat in his spot.

"Tell me"

"I pumped your self esteem enough, now let me go"

He chuckled softly, he never really thought you'd be interested. He usually shows off so many bad traits that he has to tone himself down and really try hard to attract someone. It is all an effort on his part to appear better or at least less quirky.

And then now look at you, appreciating even his shit show.

"Y/N" he murmured giving you a soft squeeze. You kept silent not daring now to meet his gaze. He bowed his head trying to reach for your eyes with his gaze and he looked up at you, a smile that wasn't provocative over his lips.

You pulled back yanking your wrists off his grip to move straight into the kitchen corner.

You begun pulling ut some fresh vegetables and bread, you also got some cheese knowing he loves it, wanting him to have a good dinner.

He followed you almost immediately and soon you found his arms grasping you once more in a hug, his chest pressed against your back, his forehead on your shoulder.

"Seb, you..."

"I know, I stink, just give me a moment" he said and you obliged him gently caressing his arms around you.

You hated to be in the friend zone, but you wouldn't be able to survive to lose him forever or to have him joke about it.

Now he was quiet, tender like a hurt pup.

"Thank you, you know you can count on me too, right? For anything” he said and you chuckled softly “I know, you’re my favourite avenger”

He nodded brushing his crisp beard against your cheek and after few minutes stuck in that hug he dropped a kiss on your neck "love you”

He pulled back giving you a smile as he picked the shower gel you left on the counter bringing it with himself to the bathroom with a soft hum.

You smiled a bit bitterly to yourself as you guessed it was meant in a friendly way, but today it was alright. You could endure it. Also that kiss, he always did it when he was drunk, at parties or in the taxi back home after a viewing. It was his cuddly way to say things without saying them, without rambling, and you appreciated that silent language.

Maybe now he was drunk over his own feelings.

Just like you.

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zaptap · 3 years

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ive made a few of these bingo sheets and theyre fun so i decided to make one not just for e3 but also JUST for splatoon 3 (not just for e3 but for like the whole lifetime of the game). also heres my updated list of characters id like to see in smash, ordered generally by which id like more and/or think are the most realistic

since min min got in i took out helix, and since i couldnt decide whether to add in waluigi or madeline i added another row (realistically i dont think any indies are getting in but i threw some in anyway). also i was like “oh yeah maybe theyd put in a gen viii pokemon” so i threw in hatterene since thats one of my favorites.

also as for waluigi (and shovel knight for that matter) i think it would be nice to see an assist trophy get in just to break that rule. also i remember being super surprised he wasnt in brawl (back then i thought he and wario were equally important) and even though that was based on a wrong impression ive still felt like he should be in there ever since

notes about the bingos under the cut

really is about time for those n64 games, especially now that mario is dead so theyre free to release sm64 on it. game boy games would be nice sometime too

would also make sense to include banjo-kazooie in that, nintendos had a good relationship with microsoft lately and the total absence of anything banjo-kazooie on the switch is odd since it’s a dlc character (every other one has a game on switch they can use for cross-marketing, even if joker’s took a while) and i think the best explanation for that would be that theyre holding off for the nso n64 app (this is easiest from a technical standpoint because all they have to do is make a deal to use the roms)

when are they putting octolings in mk8d

xenoblade chronicles x is one of the only wii u games left that they could port (aside from ones that wouldnt make much sense like splatoon and ssb4) so i guess that might as well happen sometime. also monolith soft might be doing something else besides helping with splatoon 3

im not ready for metroid prime 4 (im over halfway through mp2 and therefore the trilogy as a whole) but it’s been a while, they might show it and it could even come out this year

hal apparently recently hinted at a new kirby game or something

the upgraded switch is obviously going to be called the Nintendo Switch ͥ since they already did the ds lite so theyre clearly naming everything in the family after the ds family, theres absolutely no flaw in this logic. idk if theyre showing it, but unlike 2019 they didnt say they werent showing new hardware (just that they were showing software, which could be taken as denying rumors, but they sometimes specify when certain things arent being shown)

metroid prime trilogy also might come this year. would make sense to release it before mp4 since not everyone is going to buy a wii u to get it (and at this point that doesnt get nintendo any money since they stopped making them)

where is detective pikachu 2. i hope it has the blue pikachu from that first tease they gave us in like 2014 (2013? that was a loooong time ago idk)

they said this was MOSTLY 2021 so i am absolutely getting my hopes up for splatoon 2

the two sinnoh games could likely be there

would be super cool if oddity came to switch. and almost as ironic as megalovania getting into smash

we havent seen the botw sequel for a couple years so we’re kind of due for an update on that

it’s ace attorney’s 20th anniversary this year so maybe theyre doing something. theyre already porting those games though so idk. maybe he’s getting in smash

whats with that watermelon mario render

i held off on watching a playthrough for ndrv3 on the off chance it came to switch and i could play a dangan ronpa game for real for once but it’s now been 4 years and we just passed the 10th anniversary of the series (albeit during a pandemic when i wouldnt expect them to have done anything) so it would be cool to see the series come to switch. i think if it still doesnt after this though i’ll just watch the playthrough, 4 years is long enough. amazed ive avoided spoilers this long, i still know next to nothing about the game

im about done with acnh but im still waiting on those splatoon items. and i ran out of storage in february so i need more of that too

nintendo did stuff for zelda’s 30th anniversary so i doubt theyre forgetting the 35th. maybe wwhd/tphd ports, idk

been a couple years since fire emblem, intelligent systems is probably up to something besides planning yet another paper mario spinoff

miyamoto forgot pikmin 4 in the oven 6 years ago and it got burnt to a crisp and thats why it hasnt come out yet because he had to start over

and splatoon

the inklings scared daft punk into quitting so now that theres no competition in the robot musician scene they should have a daft punk style group

i waited and waited and neither of my top two splatoon stages (flounder and d’alfonsino) came back in splatoon 2 so i hope just because splatoon 3 isnt in inkopolis doesnt mean they still wont return

would be sick as hell if there was a real hide and seek mode instead of just sticking to your own rules in private battles. havent played that since 2015 but it was super fun

show us the effects of the chaos world

i wanted mc craig to have a song in octo expansion and they didnt deliver. heres another chance

splatnet 3 baby

cant wait for nogami to do a funny 3 pose

abxy came back for splatoon 2.... am i gonna be that lucky again...?

salmon run doesnt make sense if youre friends with a smallfry but they could either change the story context (you just fight “evil” salmonids?) or replace it with an equally fun co-op mode

amiibo!!! i think i said this before but they should label them by weapons if these cephalopods dont have genders, would make more sense (the gendered ones had different weapons anyway)

returning characters!!!! would like to see everyone have a role of some kind

maybe #GearForAll wasnt successful in getting the emperor/spy/mecha gear, but perhaps theyll at least consider not making that stuff exclusive this time around

squid girl gear should be back. and they should call it a dress instead of a tunic because its a dress. and theres no gender now anyway

as ive said before... TRIPLIES!! you hold one in each hand and another in your mouth. and you can spin around like the tasmanian devil

remove splatfest tee annoyances: you should have a prompt at the end of a splatfest to pay to scrub your tee (to make sure you get the chunks) also it should be on a neutral brand so you dont end up with an overabundance of ink resistance up (or whatever else)

better online and cloud saves would certainly justify having a second splatoon game on the same console, as much as im loving that it exists

hopefully theres a global testfire again

sooner or later the workers will rise up and kill mr grizz

remember in splatoon 1 where if you had squid beatz (via the amiibo) you could “play” it in the lobby and change the music? then you were stuck listening to only bubble bath in splatoon 2? why did they take that option away they should bring it back

looking at those apartment buildings in the trailer i think it would be cool if you had your own room and could decorate it

an octavio redemption arc would be fun to see. in the manga he stole the zapfish because the octarians had an energy crisis, and in the end they worked out a deal to share the electricity

#nintendo direct #e3 #e3 2021 #splatoon 3 #splatoon #ssbu

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4aloysius-porteu · 4 years

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i really wish i hated you || tsukishima kei

masterlist | 1 | 2 | chapter 3

pairing: tsukishima kei x f! reader

sypnosis: It was an accident that (Y/N) met a certain tall, blonde male; a memory she isn't fond of remembering, but it is where it all started. And ever since, she magically makes her to his path. The image of the bespectacled man dwelled in her mind more than she thought. Tsukishima pushed away his softer emotions and denied their existence, or at least that's what he told himself. But then, he couldn't believe that this girl he labeled as a clumsy, unlucky creature who smashed his glasses is slowly bringing these strange emotions back to him. She might be irritating and dumb sometimes, but he couldn't get himself to completely hate her. Either that destiny was stupid, or he was blessed or cursed.

genre: fanfiction, fluff

wc: 2.6k

She has met the tall, blonde, and bespectacled male yet again.

"Oh, the midget stalker is here."

"You again?! Seriously, I think it's you who's following me!"

"Hah, what do I get from following an extremely short person like you?" He said, borrowing her words from yesterday.

(Y/N)'s eyebrows creased further in irritation. "Why do you keep mentioning my height?!"

"It was you who started it. Anyways, can you shut up? Do you know that you're in a library?"

She didn't retort back and simply sat on the chair with her arms crossed. It was a fine day then —BOOM— this giant decided to appear out of nowhere. She was trying to forget this person who's associated with some of her embarrassing moments but those just got smashed back to her mind. (Y/N) sighed and pulled a book at the bottom of the stack to start reading, but noticed that the blondie is still standing near the edge of the table, hesitating to sit down while glancing somewhere and back to her.

"What?" (Y/N) frowned.

"Why am I unnecessarily stuck with you on this table?" He sighed, pulling out the chair.

"Because all of the tables here are taken? If you're worried about your glasses being knocked off, don't worry, I won't do anything reckless anymore."

"That's a nice reassurance," He settled down and brought out his studying materials.

Both of them shared the table in the crowded library. Ignoring the people, between them was a silent atmosphere. No one was talking as they both minded their own studies; he was reading quietly and turning pages of a huge book while (Y/N) wrote key points from the printed work and highlighting her notes. Sometimes, the other would leave to return books to their shelves and came back with new stacks. This went on for a few hours until her pen ran out of ink. She scribbled at the back of her notebook in hopes that the ink just got stuck, to no avail. She sighed, resting her head on the notebook. But she really needed to take down notes for her upcoming entrance exam.

"Hey." (Y/N) reluctantly said.

The blonde male looked at her, confirming if he's being called, "What?"

"I'm sorry to interrupt your business but... do you have a spare pen?"

He stared at her with a straight face and placed his chin on the top of his knuckles, implying his refusal to lend one.

(Y/N)'s mentally gritted her teeth. I'm just going to borrow a pen and he's making it hard for me?!

Swallowing her pride, she said, "Look, I need to finish my notes. I'll return it to you right away when I'm done. I promise. Please?"

He scoffed as brought out a pen, "An inkless pen is all it takes for you to become a less lively puppy? You better keep your promise."

A puppy?! "You didn't need to compare me to a puppy but, thanks."

She continued her work but her focus was a bit shaken. This happens whenever she's interrupted or took a break away from writing. Soon, her focus vanished and boredom took over. She tried to read a book to review ideas but her brain won't cooperate. She groaned, her head and arms fell to the table again. The blonde saw but chose to ignore her.

She closed her eyes for a second, however, her gaze fell to the blank paper in front of her face. Her hands are itching to do something other than reviewing and writing, so she put down the pen she borrowed and took a pencil out of her pocket. She placed a pile of books near her notebook so that the male won't notice what she's doing. There, she started to sketch the base of the figure.

She would observe the four-eyed guy who's busy reading some sort of article while taking notes. He has a calm expression on his face rather than an irritated scowl or a mocking grin he usually has. He wears a long blazer and probably a long-sleeved shirt inside. His blonde hair is short yet the edges are a bit curly and his upper eyelashes are prominently long. This was the first time she stared at the jerk's face who she kept bumping into random places that irked the hell out of her, but for some reason, she felt that she had seen this person before the accident in the park, albeit she doesn't know where. (Y/N) came to a conclusion; he was a little good-looking.

The girl looked back to her drawing and shook her head at her own ideas. I can't believe I actually thought that this guy is handsome. How can such a mean creature be blessed with such looks?! Ugh, don't mind, (Y/N). I'm only drawing him because he seems like a great canvas subject, it's not like I haven't done this to other people before...

She went on drawing and drew details to the sketch similar to the boy in front of her. To make the drawing more accurate, she stole small glances at him. She kept things low key because it'll be another embarrassing event if he found out what she's doing. She made the lines smoother in one swift move. The hair and clothes' folds are already well-drawn while she focuses on the detail of his eyes and glasses. She was about to shade when the male finally caught her.

"What is it?" He questioned, closing his book with a low voice and creased eyebrows.

(Y/N) froze on the spot. As much as she doesn't like it, she maintained eye contact with him, thinking of the best alibi that he couldn't argue with. Then, she remembered that she doesn't know his name.

"Uhm... nothing. I was just wondering if you have a name." While talking, her finger subtly moved to grab the nearest object it could get to cover her drawing.

"I have, but why would I mention it to you?" He cooly replied.

"It's alright. I'm not asking you to. Unless you want to be referred to as he/him or the tall, blonde glasses guy all the time?" (Y/N) countered.

He silently turned a page before answering, "Well, it's not like we'll meet every day."

"Oh," was her only reply. Looks like he will stay a nameless guy in her head for a long time. She was about to get back to her business when he spoke.

"Tsukishima Kei."

(Y/N) looked at him in surprise. "I'm not going to repeat it." He added.

She smiled, having clearly heard it right away. "Can you tell me how it is written?"

He looked at her to check for ill intentions but found nothing in her eyes. He hesitantly wrote the characters of his name on a piece of paper.

"I'm (L/N) (Y/N), nice to meet you again, Tsukishima-san." She'd like to initiate a handshake for peacemaking, but she knows how he'd only decline it. She wrote her name for him to see as well.

Tsukishima Kei. She repeated in her mind. What a nice name.

With a notebook covering the upper portion of the paper where she had drawn his portrait, she wrote his name at the bottom. She proceeded to the shading and background features. Backgrounds are one of the things she hates in art because it takes too long to draw one compared to the subject itself. Luckily it's only a sketch so she won't have to suffer. Although she doesn't know if Tsukishima had seen whatever she's doing so she's still cautious. She peered at him for the nth time so she could distract his peripheral vision. Maybe to test the social initiative skills she hasn't used for a long time too.

"Uhh, can I ask something?" She started.

"Hm?" He responded without taking his eyes off the page.

"What school are you from?"

"Amemaru Middle School."

(Y/N) hummed, thinking of another question, "Then, what school are you enrolling to? It must be an upper class one since you had to read those large books and all."

"Not really," Tsukishima closed the book, "I plan to go to Karasuno High School. They may not have a difficult entrance exam, but these readings are for decent grades and some stock knowledge."

"Decent grades, huh... you look like you could achieve more though. I'm pretty sure you'll ace it." She answered, "I was from Kitagawa Dai Ichi. I'm taking an exam in Shiratorizawa soon."

"You're going to that high-class academy? I see, I failed to notice that because you don't look like one. Have fun clashing with other elites there."

"Elites? What are you talking about, you still believe there's such a hierarchy?" (Y/N) chuckled.

"There is though. A gap between them and mere humans in terms of skills and power."

"In the end, they're still humans though. Be it numbers, hard work, or some unique strategy, those 'mere humans' you say will always struggle to step on equal levels with those on the highest rank."

Tsukishima only hummed and stared down at her, "Perhaps I was wrong on assuming you're an elite. You're clearly not."

"Are you underestimating me?" She challenged.

"No, I was just saying. Can I ask something though?"

"What?"

"Why are you suddenly talkative?"

She was caught off guard but tried not to stutter, "Me? Talkative? I'm always like this."

"Really?" He raised his brows, totally not buying it.

"Ugh, fine! I'm tired of studying!" She sighed, "I was scribbling some doodles on my notebook because I'm bored so I thought it wouldn't hurt to talk to Mr. Beanpole in front of me. Forgive me and my awkward social skills."

"Your social skills are not bad. I'm just thankful you aren't using the precious ink of my pen for drawing." He said, stacking the books he used.

She gasped, panicked inside, "You aren't looking at my drawing, are you?"

He got up to return the books,"Don't worry, it's none of my business."

She exhaled in relief, spared from another memory of embarrassment. Her eyes followed his walking figure and watched his movements. She looked at her drawing to compare and used her fingers to define lighting. When Tsukishima got back and placed new reviewers on the table, (Y/N) asked him once more.

"Do you ever get tired of studying?"

"Sometimes I take a break, but I can only do that if I have finished everything."

"What a diligent student you are."

"I hardly see any benefit in being dumb and slacking off all the time."

"Eh, I hardly see any benefit in studying Algebra and Calculus. I have a lot of questions. Do you use derivatives in counting money or salary? Do you use trigonometry in dividing pizzas or corn chips? Why do I need to find the limit of a function if numbers are infinite? Why do I need to get the formula of a certain point in each line or curve I draw on the graphing paper? What is the correct answer for?" (Y/N) complained.

Tsukishima looked at her blankly, doubting her chances of passing the Shiratorizawa's board exam. "I couldn't argue with that, I'd rather read a book composed of words than formulas, but you don't have a choice. Although, if you plan to be an engineer or something, that'll be a different perspective."

"No, thanks, I won't eat math books for breakfast. Other subjects are interesting enough to keep me awake in class, but numbers don't really entertain me."

"Then, what do you do?" He asked, writing on his notes.

"Not much. I just draw, paint, listen to music, and watch anime."

He let out an amused hum, "How about you? What do you do other than to study?" (Y/N) asked.

"I play volleyball, listen to music, and read narrative books."

"Volleyball? So that's what your height is for! I thought it's just for cleaning and reaching high places."

"That's rude."

"If I am, what do you call yourself? Besides, I don't want to make wrong assumptions."

"You just did."

"...right. I'm sorry."

The sense of familiarity took over (Y/N)'s brain, telling her that she definitely had met this Tsukishima guy before. Her face scrunched a little, trying to search her memories and connect the dots. Her eyes found his face again.

"Why do you keep looking at me?" His eyes narrowed, his annoyance towards the girl slowly rising.

"I HAD met you somewhere... before that accident, where did I see you?"

He was about to say something when (Y/N) stopped him, "Shh, I'm thinking."

He crossed his arms and frowned at her. Volleyball, Amemaru MS... She was about to say it but Tsukishima spoke first.

"Were you one of the audience who watched the middle school volleyball inter-high a year ago?"

"I was! Wait, you remember?"

"That was the only place where I could find someone from Kitagawa Dai Ichi." He confirmed.

"Correct. I was a part of the school paper where I was assigned in the sports category. I took a picture of you when my senior was interviewing you! You were the tallest middle blocker in the games! How could I forget that! So that's why whenever you irk me, it was familiar!"

"How am I annoying you? Aren't you the one who kept on talking right now?"

"I've figured out that there's no kind bone in you. And the way you keep on stuffing the spikes from the opposite team. It was never-ending that they didn't have a chance to score properly." She pouted.

"What do you expect from a middle blocker? It was my job to block spikes."

"You could've gone easy on them."

"The game would lose it's sense if that's the case."

"Fine. You're not wrong." Their conversation was cut short after she ceased talking. At least she found out where she first met Tsukishima. She finished the portrait sketch. Grinning, she believed that she captured his features accurately in her drawing. She'd like to hold it near him and compare to make sure though. Satisfied with her work, she went back on turning pages.

"So, you've finally decided to continue to study?" Tsukishima prodded.

She smiled, "I guess. Thank you for talking to me. That was a great stop."

Both of them worked quietly, but now, the irritation they felt towards each other lessened. After some time, a person in the speaker announced that the library will be closing before 6 pm. Tsukishima returned all the books he borrowed and packed his things.

"You're going home?"

"I don't want to come home late. You aren't finished with your notes yet?"

"Yeah, maybe I'll leave five minutes before six."

"Alright. I'll get going now." He swung his bag over his shoulder.

"Hey, wait! Your pen!" (Y/N) abruptly remembered seconds after.

"I don't need it anymore. It was useful, apart from its close on running out of ink."

"But it's yours and you told me to keep my promise!"

"Whatever. Keep it or throw it." He walked out and wore his headphones, having no intention to listen to anyone.

She sighed and checked the ink. More than half of it is gone, but she can use it again if she wishes. (Y/N) placed her fist to her cheek while writing.

Random Tsukishima Kei facts:

In the second prototype chapter (unserialized, one shot, the first idea of the author on how haikyuu will go) Tsukishima was a second-year, which was changed in the serialized version where he's a first-year. His initial height in the prototype chapter is 184cm, a little shorter than his official height (190.1cm). In an extra sketch, Furudate commented, "Tsukki and Tanaka being in the same year would spell chaos!

#haikyuu!!#tsukishima kei #haikyuu tsukishima #haikyuu fanfiction #haikyuu angst #haikyuu imagines #haikyuu fluff #kei tsukishima #tsukishima x reader #tsukishima kei x reader #haikyuu headcannons #haikyuu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #tsukishima imagine #tsukishima scenarios #tsukki

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2018: Twitter- pasladeuxieme, battingpractice, and TeamFreeWillBT

Context: After the SPNUK 2018 J2M panel question about eyefucking being a stage direction in scripts between Dean and Cas, several factions began engaging in discussions and arguments about the intent behind the spn writers’ word choice. In response to this, on May 8th 2018, pasladeuxieme tweeted out a series of tweets and screenshots from 8x02′s yellow pages to show where they remembered seeing the use of “eye-fuck” in the script as shorthand for an intense stare for the brothers, Sam and Dean.

pasladeuxieme: “Was telling Bri while I couldn't remember one between Dean and Cas, I could vaguely remember seeing 'eyefuck' in the stage directs of one of the scripts we have - found it :p ‘[image:

"What's Up, Tiger..." Yellow Pages 7/26/12 9. 2 CONTINUED : 12

SAM So things like that don't ever happen again.

Ms. Tran takes that in the pain of Eunis still fresh. Then-- she EYES Kevin.

MS. TRAN Prophet of the lord, huh? (then, a warm smile) That does have a nice ring to it.

A note of approval-- Kevin smiles sweetly...

MS. TRAN I'll get packed. Ms. Tran makes for her bedroom.

Dean turns to Sam--

DEAN We're gonna need a new safe-house, since Crowley's been to the cabin--

MS. TRAN (stopping in her tracks) Safe house? I thought we were going after the tablet?

DEAN We are. You're taking a trip to the demon-free zone.

MS. TRAN And risk letting Kevin fall into the hands of this Crowley, again? (then, firm) I don't think so.

Sam and Dean exchange an EYEFUCK-- here we go.

SAM Ma'am, Dean's right. Crowley-- he's not just a killer. He trades in torment. And if he can find a way to separate you from your soul? He'll take it to Hell and roast it 'til there's nothing but black smoke...]’”- 9:19 PM May 8, 2018

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pasladeuxieme: “So many EXPRESSIONS being swapped between these hunter sibs. 5 dollars says Dabb wrote these stage directions with a thesaurus at hand ‘[image: "What's Up, Tiger..." Yellow Pages 7/26/12 10. CONTINUED: (2) 12

MS. TRAN So, a soul is more valuable than a life?

SAM Ma'am, a soul is forever. Your life is just a vessel... (then) It would really be best if you left this to us.

Ms. Tran takes a good long beat to consider that. Then--

MS. TRAN I understand. (then) But it's not my soul I'm worried about-- it's my son's.

She's STRONG. Sam and Dean trade an OMINOUS LOOK-- fearing the worst. Then turn to Kevin.

DEAN Gonna back us up here, Kev? (then) We came all the way out here to pull her ass out of the fire and now she wants to jump back in.

KEVIN Like I can tell her what to do.

Sam and Dean exchange a KNOWING NOD.

DEAN Coming with has conditions. Hex bags to keep you off the bad guys' radar. And you're gonna have to ink up.

KEVIN Do what now?

SAM You too, short stop--]’” - 9:24 PM May 8, 2018

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battingpractice: “wait i found it ‘[image: (then) Sunshine and sandy beaches.

Satisfied, Dean goes all-in for the PIB. Kevin processen that for a beat-- watching Dean take a fork to the pie.

KEVIN Dean. My Mom's all alone-- And surrounded by Demons. (then) Can you really not understand why I want to make sure she's okay?

That stops Dean COLD-- fork hovering by his mouth. Dean looks over to Sam-- remembering his own Mother. Sam gives him a slight shrug, knowing the kid's right.

Dean eyes his pie, perched beautifully on the end of his fork-- he wants that bite so badly.

DEAN Son of a bitch.

Dean STABS his fork into the PIE, moving out of the BOOTH. Kevin SMILES, victorious, and we're on the move--]’“ - 9:26 PM May 8, 2018

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pasladeuxieme: “Here's an eyefuck involving everyone's favorite King of Hell ‘[image: SAM all good-- just need to come up with a Plan B.

Then-- a familiar VOICE from off-camera.

CROWLEY (O.S.) what, pray-tell, could possibly have been Plan A?

The boys BURN-- and TURN to see CROWLEY. Standing smug.

CROWLEY Bring the prophet to the most dangerous place on earth, memorize the tablet and then-- va-moose?

That one's pointed at Sam-- a weary eye-fuck from the boys.

CROWLEY Oh, and salutations, by the way.

BLACKOUT.

END OF ACT TWO]’”- 9:27 PM May 8, 2018

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battingpractice: “Meanwhile, the same episode's direction for D-C is "Dean locks eyes with Cas, FIRM" which ends up as an actual eye f-u-ck but was not actually spelled out that way in the script ‘[image:

DEAN No. (then, to Cass) Cass, we're getting outta here. We're going home.

That word hits Cass hard-- something about it makes him visibly ANXIOUS.

CASTIEL Dean, I can't--

DEAN Yeah, we can. Tell him.

He's talking to Benny. The monster shrugs.

BENNY Purgatory's got an escape hatch, but I got no idea if it's angel friendly.

Dean locks eyes with Cass, FIRM.

DEAN We'll make it work. (then) I need you, Cass. And if the Chompers wanna take a shot, I say let 'em. We ganked those bitches]’”- 9:32 PM May 8, 2018

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pasladeuxieme: “Not an eyefuck but here are some Destiel-y stage directions around the iconic "too much heart was always Castiel's problem" 😢 ‘[image:

what's Up, Tiger..." Yellow Pages 7/26/12 28. CONTINUED: (3) 25

ALFIE You know, there are some in Heaven who still believe that, despite mistakes, Castiel's heart was always in the right place.

DEAN You one of 'em?

ALFIE I think... too much heart was always Castiel's problem.

Alfie moves off and we hold on Dean-- the angel's words hitting home. CUT TO--

EXT. CLEARING - PURGATORY - DAY (FLASHBACK)]’“- 9:49 PM May 8, 2018

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pasladeuxieme: “No textusl eyefucks in 9x23, but check out the stage directions for Cas reacting to Metatron advising Dean is dead - "Castiel reacts - stunned" got turned into everything Misha did there.... ‘[image:

"Do You Believe in Miracles?" Pink Pages 4/16/14 39. 44 CONTINUED: 44

METATRON Ah. So, Gadreel bites the dust, the Angel Tablet, arguably the most powerful instrument in the history of the universe, is in pieces... And for what, now? That's right. To save Dean Winchester. (then) That was your cause wasn't it? You draped yourself in the flag of Heaven but, ultimately, this was all to save a human, wasn't it? Well, guess what? He's dead too.

Castiel reacts, stunned, as-- CHUNK! His arms are suddenly CUFFED to the chair.

METATRON And you're sitting in my chair.

45 INT. ABANDONED PLANT - NIGHT 45

Dean bleeds out on the ground. Alive, but barely. Sam tears up bits of his shirt to fashion a tourniquet. All business.]’“ - 2:48 AM May 9, 2018

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Context: Three years afterwards, May 20 2021, TeamFreeWillBT made a different thread on three additional instances of eyefucking plus the ones found in 8x02:

TeamFreeWillBT: “Eyef*cks in the Supernatural scripts 8.02 What's Up, Tiger Mommy? 13.08 The Scorpion and the Frog 13.21 Beat the Devil ‘[image:

A note of approval-- Kevin smiles sweetly...

MS. TRAN I'll get packed. Ms. Tran makes for her bedroom.

Dean turns to Sam--

DEAN We're gonna need a new safe-house, since Crowley's been to the cabin--

MS. TRAN (stopping in her tracks) Safe house? I thought we were going after the tablet?

DEAN We are. You're taking a trip to the demon-free zone.

MS. TRAN And risk letting Kevin fall into the hands of this Crowley, again? (then, firm) I don't think so.

Sam and Dean exchange an EYEFUCK-- here we go.

[image: SAM all good-- just need to come up with a Plan B.

Then-- a familiar VOICE from off-camera.

CROWLEY (O.S.) what, pray-tell, could possibly have been Plan A?

The boys BURN-- and TURN to see CROWLEY. Standing smug.

CROWLEY Bring the prophet to the most dangerous place on earth, memorize the tablet and then-- va-moose?

That one's pointed at Sam-- a weary eye-fuck from the boys.

CROWLEY Oh, and salutations, by the way.BLACKOUT.END OF ACT TWO]

[image: As Dean turns the key in the lock-- it opens with A CLICK to REVEAL-- BONES. A WHOLE DUSTY SKELETON'S WORTH.

SHRIKE Bart's bones. You burn them, he dies too. THAT'S my leverage. (then) You're on the wrong side of this, boys-- (a loaded beat) Just gotta ask yourselves if you can live with that.

The boys eye-fuck. Can they?

BART (O.S.) He's right, those ARE my bones.

Sam, Dean and Smash look up-- THERE'S BART! Standing next to Shrike.]

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GABRIEL My tank's a little low right now. Getting vengeance took a lot out of me, and even on a good day, I-- (sheepish, defensive) I have a long refractory window, okay? (then, confident) But archangel grace? It's like, the Four Loko of angelic emissions. It'll be more than enough to get the job done.

Off Gabe's confidence, our heroes eyefuck. It's go time.

QUICK CUTS:

--Our heroes LOAD UP for battle, dressing/ARMING themselves for Apocalypse World. Angel blades, knives, guns. Apocalypse World-appropriate clothing.

INT--MEN OF LETTERS - LIBRARY MOMENTS LATER 4]’“- 7:39 PM May 20, 2021

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TeamFreeWillBT: “9.05 Dog Dean Afternoon ‘[image:

DYLAN --and it's not like we could go to the cops--

OLIVIA --so now we look like total douche bags *cause we have to wear sunglasses inside.

Olivia and Dylan removes their sunglasses to reveal... puffy, bloodshot eyes, surrounded by dead tissue? It looks like textbook gangrene. As Sam and Dean eyefuck--

DEAN (PRE LAP) Necrosis?

INT. MOTEL - DAY

Sam sits in front of his laptop. Dean looks over his shoulder, bottle o’ beer in hand.]’”- 7:39 PM May 20, 2021

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8.02 What's Up, Tiger Mommy?

Written by: Andrew Dabb and Daniel Loflin

9.05 Dog Dean Afternoon

Written by: Eric Charmelo and Nicole Snyder

9.23 Do You Believe in Miracles?

Written by: Jeremy Carver

13.08 The Scorpion and the Frog

Written by: Meredith Glynn

13.21 Beat the Devil

Written by: Robert Berens

#2018-May #2018:May8 #*destiel #*eyefucking #*spn 8x02 #*spn 9x05 #*spn 9x23 #*spn 13x08 #*spn 13x21 #writer: Andrew Dabb #writer: Daniel Loflin #writer: Eric Charmelo #writer: Nicole Snyder #writer: Jeremy Carver #writer: Meredith Glynn #writer: Robert Berens #Twitter #*scripts

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hecohansen31 · 5 years

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Only Destiny Can Judge Us

Supreme! Michael Langdon+Alpha! (Female) Reader.

(A/N): Hello there lovelies!

This is kind of a take onto my Supreme! AU (it is completely different from the original one, since it is a different origins story, but it keeps up that plot).

Also it is based onto two asks that I received on the witches resurrecting Michael:

The witches resurrecting Michael to fight the antichrist 2.0. And he be like “you can eat my shit, you can defeat a bad bitch” attitude. Of course, they bring him back in their outpost form because he was more powerful in that form. Can u do that promp please??

outpost!Michael back from the dead helping the witches to defeat the new antichrist

As always, any kind of feedback, especially comments are welcomed, in order for my writing to get better and understand what you might truly be interested with!

Have a nice day and reading!

SUMMARY: The cycle that the prophecy spoke about is going to start again, and your nightmares are only the proof of how horrid it will all be again.

WORDS: 5,2 K

WARNINGS: Resurrection Talk, Violence, Non-Sexual Choking, Prophecy, AU; Unprotected (DO IT WITH PROTECTION, BABES!) Sex, Oral (Female Receiving) Sex, Fingering, Hate-To-Love.

You ran, holding your bleeding wound.

You knew that your efforts were useless: everything would be reset that night, but you knew it meant much more than Cordelia had planned.

You had discussed and fought with her about that.

‘‘Delia your plan won’t solve anything! We’ll have to fight another antichrist as soon as this one is buried! It is no use to run from destiny! We are just bringing this one further along the way, in a path of pain and loss’.

‘What do you know of pain and loss, little (Y/N)?’ had shot back arrogantly Cordelia, looking at you with desperation and pain ‘Have you lost your coven? Is the world in crumble underneath you?’.

‘I understand your grievances, ‘Delia, I do more than you think, and I tell you that this circle of pain and loss will just repeat itself if we don’t cut it with the proph…’.

‘You know exactly like me that those prophecies are nothing more than lies that get to those who have an open mind towards black magic. And let me tell you, little (Y/N), I didn’t think that you would be one of those’.

‘It’s to extreme remedies that this disgrace has brought us, ‘Delia’ you had mumbled, before you had dared more ‘… and at least my mind is open…”.

Cordelia had petrified you on the spot and her mind had become even more closed to your idea than it was before, hence you were running trying to suffocate the bleeding wound on your lower stomach, but you could already feel dizzy.

And you could already feel him coming onto you, and then a force smashed you against the closed wall, effectively bruising your back, meanwhile your nails tried to sink in the stone walls to calm the pain going through your wounded body.

But it wasn’t enough.

The healing enchantment died on your lips as Michael Langdon was onto you, his body slamming into yours, and kept you attached to the walls behind you, bruising further your back.

You let out a moan of pain and he smirked, pleased of how he was torturing you.

“You can’t outrun the destiny, little rabbit” he smirked with an evil glint in his eyes, as he brought your head up to meet his and you gritted your teeth together, both for the pain and the humiliation.

“I know that for sure” you knew better than anybody what would be happening that night “… in a few minutes I’ll be laying breathless and without a soul onto the floor”.

“I like girls who know what will happen to them and don’t run from it” he pushed an hand around your neck and you were unable to hide the goosebumps the cold touch created as he pushed it to tighten around your frail structure “… you aren’t like the others for sure”.

You knew it: you had always stuck out among the others as a sore thumb, but it had never mattered, because you hadn’t known what you knew now.

The antichrist would make the world crumble to pieces and the witches would fight it, they would destroy him, but they wouldn’t destroy the curse around it, creating and being stuck in a circle of rebirth and time-travelling, which was quite not useful for both the parties.

The grip onto your neck tightened.

“For this… knowledge of yours, little rabbit, I’ll allow you a bloodless death, you’ll die as pure as not many have, your body keeping the resemblance of the youth which has been stolen by those witches” he smirked, and suddenly your breath was stolen from your lungs.

You didn’t fight it, knowing all too well that to be truly reborn you would have to die, but still you couldn’t deny the scariness of the act, which brought your soul to lose his resoluteness.

Dying wasn’t a pretty look on you, although your death was the cleanest you had seen, amongst all your sisters.

And in Michael’s eyes, at the moment of weakness you had been having, tears shone.

You could feel and see a small boy, being scared of what he was doing, wanting desperately to stop what he was doing, but it was all his destiny had made him useful for.

The prophecy had done all of you dirty.

You woke up suddenly, the scream stuck in your throat and your hands went around it to search for the hands which had been choking you a few minutes before anything stopped and your eyes opened, revealing that you weren’t in an ancient manor anymore, but in your own dormitory at Hawthorne.

And you hadn’t been the only one awake at that cursed hour.

John Henry stood in the doorway of your room, probably having been left open, because you had fallen asleep onto your books (and you had quite the mark of it on your face) and hadn’t even been able to close it and reach the bed.

“How many times have I told you that reading those books before sleeping will give you nightmares?” he asked, although his tone held no bite to it, a slight worry being shown in the way he pawed around, wondering whether he should enter in your room or not.

And you simplified his choice offering him the chair next to you.

“And how many times have I told you that they are my nightmares to deal with?” you retorted, but quickly closed the elegant volumes you had been studying onto.

Since you had come to Hawthorne, in some kind of exchange study visit, you had been attracted by the darkest part of the library, where prophecies about the end of the world were written and held.

The nightmares hadn’t come with the prophetic books, they had actually started before.

For as long as you could remember what you dreamt and had a nightmares about, you had this horrifying thought about a man holding your throat, choking you till you lost your life to it, and you hadn’t been able to think about anything else.

You had tried any way to shoo them away, but they were more resilient than you might have thought and slowly your mind had taken them as a premonition of what was to come and your search through any prophetic book had pushed you to research a way out of them.

Which you still hadn’t found.

“They are not yours to deal with, when you scream loud enough to wake up any warlock in this wing of the palace” spoke back John, although again worry showed up in his eyes.

He had been the only teacher who had been willing to work with you, since you had arrived at Hawthorne: warlocks didn’t have a particular pendant for witches, even more when they knew all too well that you were there to keep an eye on them and their newest student, Devan Campbell.

You avoided Devan, like the plague, when you could, still: something about that boy wasn’t quite right.

“Are you enough pretentious to call all this shit a ‘palace’” you replied sarcastically, meanwhile you got up from your chair and moved your legs, which had grown rather sleepy and threatened your ability to actually walk to the bathroom to change.

“Was it the same dream again?” John Henry’s voice didn’t have any kind of amicable tone to it, and you couldn’t deny its seriousness with some sarcasm of your own, this time.

“What else would it be about?” you replied, lowering your eyes onto your hand, ink staining them and your ring catching the low light of the only candle surviving in the room, and you also made a mental point to light up another one, since you wouldn’t be able to sleep in the total darkness “… a game of cat and mouse, my knowledge that nothing will ever change and then… a beautiful man comes and chokes me to death… and the worst part is that… I feel pity for my murderer”.

“And you are sure that this is your future…?” you nodded slowly, and although John Henry hid it better than others, you saw that he was skeptic about the entire thing: who wouldn’t?

You didn’t have any ability in clairvoyance, hence you shouldn’t have been able to predict such a thing, even more when it hunted you without your control “… have you ever thought it might have been your past?”.

You now looked at him shocked.

“What do you mean?”.

John Henry shrugged off his jacket, to be more comfortable, since he knew this would take much more time than he had thought.

“Past lives are a bit more than people simply think them these days”.

“You are suggesting that what I am dreaming about… is my… past lives”

“No need to be so skeptic, sweetheart” he mumbled, reaching out in his pocket for his cigarettes, just to reminded by your harsh look that you didn’t like that gesture, mostly when he smoked in your clean room, smelling like lilies and oranges “… what I am saying is that you are looking too much through this: past lives sometimes come back to us in dreams, details that hunt you through the last shred of sanity”.

“Somebody choked me to death in my past life?” you tried to mumbled, thinking whether it made sense or not, and strangely it did, although you didn’t understand the way the dream kept on appearing almost each night you would dream.

“There are worst ways to die than this one” John Henry mumbled, sadly caressing your face “… just get some rest, I can put a spell onto you if you need it…”.

“You know how they don’t work…” you replied softly but thanked him with a quite caress to his shoulder, as he got up and you tried to do the same on shaky legs.

The only thing that would work on you was the truth.

Slowly the dream had become more detailed and you had been able to rebuild a story around them, and you were sure it was all due to Devan Campbell’s awakening powers, building up the prophecies you had been studying.

You had told John Henry that it was all linked.

And when the Campbell House trip had brought new knowledge, you hadn’t been able to handle the situation much longer, even more when it all spoke about things you had read in the prophetic books.

You had gone back to Cordelia and explained the entire situation, revealing much more than she had expected…

… than her and Mallory had expected.

“This is not the first time we are in this situation” you spoke, surprising anybody “… isn’t it, Mallory?”.

She seemed surprised, almost caught red-handed, but then spoke.

“It isn’t, but I had no idea that you had kept your memories” now all the witches in the Council were looking at you confused.

“They came back to me in my dreams, but I can’t quite piece everything together, but I know it’ll happen again, the books said that it will till the circle isn’t broke”.

Mallory smiled sadly, before moving to Cordelia sending her a smile who asked forgiveness for her omissions.

“We have already fought an antichrist: his name was Michael Langdon, and exactly as Devan he showed extraordinary magical abilities, but he was something more, something much darker… we managed to defeat, but… it is happening again”.

“I warned you it would happen” you mumbled, meanwhile Cordelia simply stared shocked at Mallory.

“You… came from the future…?” she said, evidently shocked.

“… and I had visions about it! And if you hadn’t noticed… we are all witches… this is fucking normal!” you shot back: now that you were sure you weren’t going crazy and something was happening, you didn’t understand the witches’ uneasiness.

Maybe it was because you had already gone through meanwhile for them it was simply fresh news.

“… (Y/N)…this isn’t… oh Gosh… this all seems crazier than it is”.

“We have defeated one antichrist already, we can do it again” replied encouragingly Mallory.

“We almost died in the last fight… shouldn’t we try to focus on avoiding what almost killed us…?” you didn’t want to again ‘I told you so’, but you had to use what you had found in your researches.

“… we know better and we are stronger than him, we know what mistakes not to commit” commented Mallory, taking the danger lightly and you couldn’t help but harshly send her a scared look, remembering all too well the way your neck had sounded as Michael had twisted it.

The way Madison’s head had exploded and the sick way he had bitten into Coco’s.

You couldn’t survive this again.

“… we won’t be defeated, this time”.

You had.

You still remembered the day when Mallory had left you and Cordelia had fallen to the ground, you and your fellow sister had been barely able to push her away from the horrible scenery and only Misty had been allowed to comfort her.

The following day she had come to your room and had asked to know what ‘your researches had taught you’.

Although she seemed skeptic, she had lost any hope the same second Mallory’s corpse had touched the ground.

And you had explained.

“It’s a prophecy: the antichrist is the contrary of Jesus Christ, hence we need a Christ, since this is not anymore an affair of witches and… that’s what the prophecy talk about: a new reborn human which will defeat the cursed son”.

“We should resurrect somebody and make him fight with the antichrist… that prophecy is bullshit!” commented Madison, meanwhile Cordelia seemed shocked.

“Not… anybody… there is the circle and who we should resurrect is…” you didn’t know how to give this news lightly, mostly when it was so heavy on everyone.

“… the previous antichrist, right?” Myrtle completed and you just nodded your head, meanwhile Cordelia gently fell on top of your bed, looking at her hands.

“… this is fucking fucked up” mumbled Madison, meanwhile you joined Cordelia on the bed

Indeed.

It had been a struggle to convince all the witches to join you in the possibility to resurrect Michael Langdon, not only because nobody thought it would work, but also because they couldn’t help but distrust him.

He would probably just join with his ‘brother’ had he been awakened, and you would have to deal with two powerful beings at the same time.

To prevent this, you had suggested to link up Cordelia and Michael and you knew all too well that he wouldn’t be resurrected as an antichrist but as a simply powerful warlock, maybe just as strong as you and Cordelia.

But definitely not an antichrist.

You had also tried to reassure the witches on the ‘betrayal’ part reassuring them that he would have had much more reasons to join you than his brother, one being the treatment that he had been reserved after his death: if an antichrist didn’t complete his mission, he would burn in the worst living nightmare Hell could conjure up.

Michael wouldn’t certainly help his ‘good ol’ daddy’, who had punished him for his failure and had quickly disposed of him, replacing him with a new and more efficient brother.

You also had to understand why he would ally with any of you, the people who had destroyed him, but that…

… could wait…

Once you had descended in Hell, you had found him in horrible conditions, burning fire consuming him and eternal damnation making him atone for every little failure that had happened in his plan.

“What are you doing here, witches?” he asked, a smirk working up to his scrunched and burned face “… did you come here to gloat for your success?”.

“We came here to make a deal with you” you spoke, since Cordelia was too shocked by the sight, the proof that the prophecy had been true and there had been a past to this horrifying present.

“… a deal?” he asked, and then, with a great pushing onto his leg, he pushed himself up, walking closer to you, the fire following him “… you aren’t the witches I used to know, but you… remember, don’t you, little rabbit? I sure remember the way your little neck sound as I broke it…”.

He expected fear to shine in your eyes, but only resolution was to be found there.

“You are not afraid of me”.

“Should I be afraid of the latest rendition of the ‘Human Torch’? Because the Hulk is honestly scarier”.

“We need help” spoke Cordelia, getting to the point “… we have been having trouble with another antichrist and this time… we couldn’t turn back time…”.

“Oh, I am sad to hear that, but how can I help you here? I am stuck in this literal hellhole… unable to do anything but suffer… and you know what it is the most interesting part… you fucking put me here” his voice had gone quickly from sarcastic to rageful and Cordelia seemed to almost fidget about what to do next.

“We are more than aware that you hold… a grudge… against us…” you mumbled, not leaning back from his touch “… but we might offer you something better than this ‘literal hellhole’, we might offer you freedom” you explained, trying to appear convincingly.

Your plan hadn’t admit Michael not accepting your deal, so you had to ensure he would accept, even if it came to bowing due to ‘his royal firey shit’.

“You are not going to give me such thing” his voice was spoken between gritted teeth, pushing his tongue against them in a cruel combo that resonated in his words “… if I have learned one things from you, witches, it is to never trust one of you, you are heartless, although you pretend to care about all those… ‘girl power’ shit”.

“I don’t allow you to offend my coven” tried to retort Cordelia and you had to hold an hand to her to shush her protest: you needed Michael much more than her proudness, right now.

“… you can trust me: what would we gain from making you walk the Earth again? Nothing but destruction” and you took a quite look around the place, making sure that disgust was evident in your gaze “… but if you prefer to stick around here… I underst…”.

“If I agree with your fucking treaty, what will be the hoax? Do I have to go around wearing Patagonia? Or will it be something like getting run over by a land rover again? Because in that case… I prefer something more elegant… don’t you have a Porche or a Lamborghini?”.

Well… the most difficult part was done.

You looked at the little fireplace you had set in the safehouse the witches had chosen as their bases in the operation against the Campbell antichrist (Madison had wanted to call him ‘The Omen 2’ but… you weren’t sure that somebody would have gotten that reference).

You would have to attack him before Apocalypse came around, since this time the option to go back in time wouldn’t be easy.

You would meet him the following day and put your best to fight him and defeat him, destroying the circle, since you had one of the past antichrists on your side (now nothing more than a warlock and half of the witches population had quite the fun remembering him about it… groaning dramatically ‘aaaaalphaaaa’ as he walked in, everywhere) and you would defeat the actual antichrist.

In the prophetic books, this was all it would take to destroy the mechanism and finally bring a bit of peace to the universe, which you hoped was what would happen, after you defeated the Campbell Antichrist.

… which was something everybody seemed to think was painfully obvious, and you should have: you had passed your entire life studying books for this moment, but you still couldn’t help but feel still… at unease about the entire subject.

But you hadn’t wanted to destroy the beautiful atmosphere going on in between your fellow witches and warlocks, knowing that half the success of this mission was set onto your own belief that you could defeat him.

Hence you had exiled yourself to the fireplace in the sitting room, meanwhile everyone was either getting drunk in their rooms, getting high or getting some action, which you just felt too much uncomfortable doing, your body shaky and tense and the warmth wasn’t able to soothe it in the slightest.

Still you tried to deal with all alone, as you had always done.

You had always had some kind of distance from the witches.

You felt fine talking with them, but magically talking… you were different, and had always felt that way.

That was why you had felt immediately more comfortable at Hawthorne.

“… so, this is how great nights are spent” Michael’s voice, surprised you and you almost turned around, chanting a soft enchantment under your breath, still unease around the warlock.

He, instead, seemed drawn to you, as if he was linked to you and not Cordelia.

You couldn’t help but be remembered of the past whenever his face saw yours, although the nightmares had stopped.

But it was difficult for you to simply forget.

The image in his eyes of a little boy being forced into this, was enough to make you understand that for Michael this wasn’t as easy as it might have seemed.

“Didn’t you take on Madison’s offer?” you asked, referring to when, over dinner, Madison had asked him if he needed some ‘job’ to relax himself before the great battle.

“I wouldn’t want Zoe to kill me, she is quite the strong witch” he mumbled, as he set onto the back of an armchair, meanwhile you turned to control the fire, lightly warming up more the room, since you were in two.

“… but you are stronger” you reminded him.

“Not as strong as I was before…” he mumbled, and what he said further, surprised you, extremely “… I don’t miss it honestly”.

“Hey!” you turned around, catching Michael’s azure eyes as you did so “…who are you? And what did you do to the power asshole that Michael Langdon is?”.

“I just… it isn’t… it wasn’t my power to start with” he replied, shaking his hand and looking at his eyes, a little light appearing in them “… and it felt always so out of control, like… it was what owned me, instead of me being the owner of it”.

“Can’t believe that also the antichrist could be sad…” you replied, moving closer to him, not knowing what eased your discomfort towards him.

Probably his pretty blue eyes.

“… it is a lonely world, the post-apocalyptic one” he stated, looking at the consuming fire, probably nightmares going through his mind of what had been going on in Hell “… and shouldn’t you be partying with Myrtle and Cordelia, I know that those two bitches have gotten the best liquor”.

“Ahhh… I think that I am missing a party: getting drunk and passing out, my ideal Saturday night”.

He laughed and you couldn’t help but be delighted to be there to witness it: it made him look younger much younger than he truly was, almost innocent.

“… I am glad to know that you won’t take advantage of me, because you are not in altered state” he joked, and you just retorted with a raise eyebrow giggling softly.

“You never know, you look pretty cute, without the burning marks…”.

“Only pretty cute?” he faked being disappointed, turning away from you, meanwhile you giggled, truly “… you need glasses”.

“If I survive this, I’ll get new ones”.

“If we survive? We are surviving” his words weren’t lighthearted ,and his eyes met yours “… I am making sure of it, I don’t want to go in that hellhole again!”.

You breathed deeply, the uncertainty of tomorrow heavying onto your head as a sword meant to cut your head off, had your prophecies worked out to be uncertain.

And Michael felt your insecurity.

“You are worried for tomorrow” you gritted your teeth and had no choice but to nod your head “… even if there are proph…”.

“Prophecies could be bullshit, and this time the Apocalypse will be permanent…” you finished, watching your hand, which Michael gently collected in his, the gentleness being a strange contrast with the idea you had of Michael… the one who snapped your neck…

“… I have seen many people… fighting destiny… I was one of them, trying desperately to be good, even thought, it wasn’t what Fate had for me… and what I am saying is that… it isn’t your fault if anything goes wrong, you fight, you give your best, the rest is in the Destiny’s hand, and I think that this is off-limits also to God and my father”.

“That’s very reassuring” although your tone was sarcastic, his words reassured you a bit, making you grip his hands back a bit tighter.

“I am more good at destroying the world than at comforting, sorry” he joked and you didn’t know what brought you to act that way (probably the cute way he smirked, all so proud of himself for what he had said), but you got onto your knees so that you were eye-to-eye with Michael and kissed him on the lips.

They were incredibly soft and plush, and Michael gently circled your back with his hand, to bring you closer, not squeezing to making you feel trapped but gently reassuring you were safe.

Which was a strange thing for the man who in a previous life had killed you.

A little cough brought you apart and Myrtle was staring at you, with a little eyebrow crook of disappointment and a knowing smirk that made you blush slightly, as a teenager being caught making out.

Michael also coughed of his embarrassment and you thought that a red-cheeked Michael was a miraculous sight.

“… please don’t desecrate the couch, your room have rather comfortable beds” she mumbled, before sprinting off away, probably to avoid seeing whether you were desecrating or not the sofa.

Michael got up, probably taking this as a cue to move away, to retire to his room, but you stopped him, gripping his hand.

“My bed is quite comfortable won’t you like to try it out?”.

You let Michael undress you, and he looked at you almost surprised that you were letting this happen.

You also were quite surprised.

But you just felt like it was right, and it was what you wanted to do.

You gently let him touch you, get acquainted with your body, from your soft lips, his fingers gently tracing the outline of them tentatively before they slipped inside and your tongue enveloped them, as you looked languidly at him.

Then his fingers moved down your neck, followed by your collarbones, tasting also the sweetest spots onto it, following your pretty collarbone, which he took his time bruising with his lips, till a little field of violets grew onto it.

And he then pushed away as you undid your bra, throwing it into a dark corner of your room, allowing Michael to take in your topless body, as he whistled lowly, making you blush softly and smack him on his arms, this time, definitely much stronger.

“… oh c’mon! Don’t hurt me, I need to save my energy for tomorrow” he muttered as you sent him an unbelieving look, and you guided one of his hands onto your hardening nipples, letting his fingers brush lightly against it, a tremble going through your body.

“Oh, you think you won’t spend any energy for this?” you asked, meanwhile his fingers started to have a mind of them own and caressed your nipple softly, before he lowered himself onto it, taking it in his mouth, gently, as you took his hair in your hands, pushing and pulling.

“… from what I can see you are the one doing anything, leading me through it…” he shot back, smirking before he sunk lightly his teeth into your skin, lightly reddening the areola.

“Just because I can’t trust you, around me, the last time … you choked me to death” something dark and sad appeared in his eyes and suddenly all the joking atmosphere had disappeared, for a single minute but you had felt the change.

“I promise it won’t happen this time” his voice was steady, truthful, as he gently kneaded your breasts, moving his lips onto the valley of them in a rather tender gesture, before he dipped between them, reaching slowly your stomach, the promise being repeated over there and then again onto your soft Venus peak, pushing itself past it “… the only thing that you are supposed to die from, right now, is… pleasure”.

And his tongue slithered dangerously close to your most secret parts, before he discarded your panties for more and more, till it broke you completely apart, as he, with much more expertise than you had given him the thought for, moved between your thighs.

He knew exactly what to do to make your thighs clench, to make you ask for more friction as you rubbed your folds together, bringing your legs closer around Michael’s head, as you pushed onto his rich curls, making him moan right onto your pearl, as he pushed himself further in you.

His fingers coming to join the party, as he pushed them to keep your eyes open, as he devilishly devoured you in a show of desperation that got you right over the edge.

And as you reached further, you pushed Michael with you to tumble onto the bed, in an ungraceful movement that gifted you both a huge smirk and a simple laugh, as Michael moved onto you, but you quickly changed the position, looking at him in the eyes, as your hands came to find their rightful place onto his chest.

“… didn’t you say I was the one doing the leading?”.

He couldn’t do much more but surrender to you, even more when you let him enter your warm heat, pushing him into tight walls and a lustful mix of juices that would create a mess onto your prettiest sheets.

But you didn’t care.

As you got past the initial shock of pain you finally came quite in control of your pleasure and rode Michael through it, your hands diving with more force onto his chest, leaving light red marks as he gripped the sheet till they broke it off from your bed, making you again laugh, almost dizzily, as your hips followed the orgasm in a desperate search.

Every muscle in your body ached, but the reward for that wild ride was quite rightful for its pain.

Breath was stolen from your laughs, but the thrill of pure utter pleasure that went through your body was enough to make you forget that tomorrow you might die, that tomorrow the world might end and just let you remind that that night you had been given the last gift of your life.

Michael met you halfway through your own peak, holding you down onto his chest, probably needing to ground himself in some way, and the feeling of human warmth literally shook you, calming you and lulling you in a dreamless sleep.

Tomorrow was just in the Destiny’s hands.

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1984 livewatch

the time has finally come to watch the full movie! it’ll be sad, it’ll be disturbing, it’ll possibly be cringy, but it’ll be a lot of fun! :D

we start out with the mgm lion! noice ;)

epic quote B)

wait why is opera music playing i thought we’d start at the 2 minutes hate

OMG what if they’re gonna hate on opera

this looks like a drive-in movie tbh

narrator: “this is a land of peace and hope, a land of plenty...” OH SHUT UP YOU

they’re showing wheat like it’s little house on the prairie BOI YOU’RE IN LONDON

this is epic propaganda B)

what if the war footage was taken from ww2 and thus... isn’t real :o

HOLD UP is the eurasian war racist?

THE QUEEN HAS ENTERED THE CHAT

WHAT ARE THEY ALL SHOUTING I CAN’T HEAR WHAT THE FDR GUY IS SAYING SHUT UPPPPP

oh no it be u (his face is like ‘WHAT IS GOING ON’ and it’s very lol)

julia’s so into this! :o

o’brien’s like ‘ohhh!!!’

look who decided to SHOW UP FINALLY

he pauses a bit before reluctantly joining in yas ♥

OMG THIS IS LIKE A SCHOOL ASSEMBLY STOP TALKING GEEZ

good they stopped!

WOWWW DON’T EVEN LIST SUZANNA HAMILTON’S NAME WITH THE OTHERS GIVE HER A ‘WITH’ CREDIT WOWWWWW

this IS a school assembly they’re going back to work!

winston in glasses *chef’s kiss*

ooh a rotary dial! great use of tech from when the book was written :D

winston’s looking over at syme WITH SO MUCH JEALOUSY lol

what if the words they speak are just random stuff with no meaning

OMG confession!!!!!

poor winnie with his cough :(

this confession sounds JUST LIKE WINSTON’S OMG!!!!

winston: “bugger!” he’s a brit lol :D

epic B)

OMG this guy read goldstein’s book SO DID WINSTON!!!!

i love how the diary is in a brick hole that’s so cool :D

the diary scene was filmed on april 4th just like in the movie so that’s way rad man :D

i want you valley!!! :D

ooh they’re put a smol scene of his childhood in there coolio! :D

he s l e e p

this violin squeak tho :o

OMG THIS IS THE STANDING UP SCHOOL SCENE

it’s not but i can easily imagine it lol :D

he’s a stick omg ;o

when the lady talks to him you know it’s not a recording ;)

lady: “anyone under 45 is perfectly capable of touching his toes” BOI

oh no PARSONS

parsons: “choco rations are going up” c h o c o

parsons: “i seem to have run out of razor blades for some reason’ yeah,,, for some reason... ;)

this is so a cafeteria scene at school

THEY SAW EACH OTHER OMG

♫ i suddenly see him standing there, a beautiful stranger tall and fair, i wanna stuff this weird food in my faaaace! ♫ :D

me: “this is so romantic!” winston’s thoughts: “lemme smash HER WITH A ROCK”

wait did the lady say pineapple grenade???

HIS FACE LOOOL

syme rip boi

the 11th edition isn’t thicc :/

aww winston’s smol nod ♥

parsons: “by 2050 we won’t have conversations like this!” yeah because of screens lol

OMG the food looks and taste like meat but isn’t IT’S PLANT BASED MEAT!!!! :o

parsons just pulled a ‘hey need help with that?’ and put winston’s food on his plate EPIC

julia’s lookin’ at u ;)

YAS PROLES HOPE!!! :D

oh no DON’T TALK ABOUT THE 50 YEAR OLD WOMAN SEX WINSTON

OH NOOOOOOO

he liked the ‘bright red lips’ yet...

THIS CHICK’S LIPS AREN’T BRIGHT BOI

poor baby desperate for money :(

let’s GET THIS BEAT

hand on cheek = doublepluscute ^_^

epic foreshadowing B)

OMG CHESTNUT TREE POEM FORESHADOWINNNGGGGGG

OMG a couple is making out in the bar EPIC

winston’s just like ‘nnope’

OMG THE THOUGHT POLICE WERE FOLLOWING????

he’s at an antique store in prescott bless his heart ♥

mr. charrington sounds so kind WHYYYY

THE BIRTH OF A QUEEN ♥

mr. charrington says ‘4 dollars’ but they’re in london??

YAS BELLS OF ST. CLEMENS!!!! :D

winston: “what was that?” mr. charrington: “something old.” no DUH

they see each other againnn!!!!! :D

winston writes that he hates her SAME WITH A LOOK LIKE THAT

OMG SMOL WINNIE BIG O’BRIEN????? :o

his mom is lying dead in the field like the erza kid in ‘kirsten’s promise’ :(

he’s just... staring

OMG SPYING ON THE SPICY STARING ACTION :o

she PLONKED

that ‘ow!’ was so fake jules!

this is like anna and hans but not as bad underneath!

julia: “it’s nothing!” but this is turning out to be something... ;)

we’re half an hour in and wowza it’s gone by so fast! :D

winston: *gets a cute love note from julia* YEET!

THE HELICOPTER IS BACC!!!!! they’re really not making the spying subtle

OMG THIS IS THE THOUGHT CRIMINAL SCENE YAAAAS!!!!! :D

winston is the best plummer confirmed

kid: “you’re a thought criminal!” winston: *gives a slight ‘wha’ face and smiles* ICONIC

the crowd is clapping and cheering over the war yet winston’s not doing anything SAME

jules is just scooching by lol

HAND HOLDING WHILE PASSING A NOTE OMG ♥♥

the sky does exist! :o

the telescreen has some great music :D

winston’s joining the ‘big man’s hiking group’ suure you are... ;)

the train is going to the beat of the kids’ singing coolio! :D

big brother is called ‘bb’ yas bby!

YEEES THE I WANT YOU VALLEY SCEENE!!!!!

the lq audio made the twig crack and the leave brushing really weird lol

winston: “i want you.” I-CON-IC!!!! :D

THAT SMIRK THO

winston: “i want everyone corrupt.” julia: “i’ll suit you, then. i’m corrupt to the core.” *mal screech*

OH NONONONOONO SHE GONNA TAKE HER TOP OFF BI PANIC BI PANICCC!!!!!

she really went commando huh

ALL THE WAY

the sex looks like it hurts NO WAY MAN NOT FOR ME NNNNOPE

i’m glad it was only a part you couldn’t really see and not a full on thing I DON’T NEED THAT

awww she’s so peaceful after big naughty :)

this is vaguely gay...

aww winston’s hair ruffling in the wind ♥

c r o n c h

also did he just cronch into a potato???

OMG THIS IS JUST LIKE SCHOOL

teacher: “when the orgasm is finally eradicated...” totally julia: “NOT ON MY WATCH”

winston is the kid who smokes in glass while julia is the one kid who Just Doesn’t Care lol :D

thoughtcrime THIS IS THOTCRIME

wow syme is still alive?

julia: “you dropped your ink pencil” you mean pen?

winnie’s back in prescott! :D

the room is 4 bucks a night noice B)

BACC TO THE H8 BBY

the modern say 2 minutes hate is probably just a livestream with kids texting ‘h8 xd’ in the chat lol :D

winston’s thoughts: “she who is so careful...” boi she threw a dictionary at the telescreen in the book THAT’S SO NOT CAREFUL

hey girl CUTE LQ SMILE YOU HAVE THERE!!! :D

YAS THE REAL COFFEE SCENE!!!!! :D

she has so many smiles YAS!!!!

she’s so eager with showing him I LOVE YOU SO MUCH JULES ♥♥♥

she says ‘real sugar, real bread’ and... jam

winston: “how did you manage to get all this?” jules has her ways... ;)

winston: “i want you” julia: “i want you too” YAS :D ♥♥

the thiccc singer is here!! :D

she’s so pretty! ♥

aww the stroke ♥

his hands are shaking as he touches her :(

winston: “freedom is the freedom to say two plus two equals four. if that is granted, all else follows” iconic!

YAS THE PAPER!!! :D

it be gin time ;)

he scratches the face off the gin bottle woah :o

I JUST REALIZED THAT THIS IS O’BRIEN :o

winston’s little ‘yes!’ at getting the 10th newspeak dictionary ♥

that’s a look of longing my friends! :o

winston: “the call has come. all my life i’ve been waiting for it...” and now he’ll go into the unknown... ;)

AAND we cut to naked julia eating an apple! slight bi panic

she’s touching the paperweight queen love it ♥

SHE KNOWS THE CLEMENS YAS!!! :D

julia: “i just know it!” BOI YOUR G-PA HELPED OUT

winston: “the only thing to do is to walk out of here before it’s too late” thus my ‘julia lives’ au comes in! :D

winston: “never seen one another again” ...oh he was talking about that NOT IN MY AU SON

julia: “you do, i do.” omg marriage :o

YAAAS JULSTON KISS!!!!!!! :D

fluffy! ♥

julia: “i love you.” awww :)

winston: “julia. do you think the resistance is real?” julia: “none of it’s real.” STRAWBERRY FIELDS FOREVER!

♥

OMFG THERE WAS AN EXPLOSION :o

work is scrambling like eggs!

poor headache bby! :(

epic B)

winston’s dreaming of his bishy selfish chocolate mom adventure!

the rats were there when his mom and sister were vaporized! :o

she’s in the dress! ♥

they’re talking about betrayal and julia’s like ‘they can’t do that!” OH BOI BUT THEY CAN!!!!

julia: “they can’t get to your heart” aww :)

awkward...

winston sees o’brien WITHOUT JULIA THE F????

this feels like the principal’s office lol :D

o’brien’s voice is so deep and british ♥

the way he clutches the newspeak dictionary is so cute! :D

aww he’s stroking the pages as he reads :)

the oceania anthem sounds russian :o

YAAAAAAAASSSS!!!!!!! :D

so soft ♥♥

winston: “julia, my love.” MY LOVE MY LOVE AHHH!!!! :D

YEES THE COFFEE SMILEEE!!!!! :D

she’s hungry... she wants coffee... who’s gonna tell her coffee isn’t food?

omg i saw winston butt :o

winston: “she’s beautiful.” julia: “she’s a meter around the hips easily” winston: “that’s her standard of beauty.” YAAAS!!! :D

winston: “the future is ours.” YAS

OH CRAP THEY SAID ‘WE ARE THE DEAD’ NOOOO

mr. charington is loud compared to how i thought in the book

his ‘you are the dead’ should’ve been quieter like winston and julia’s then he could be loud!

FBI OPEN UP!!!!!

charrington: “here comes a candle to guide you to bed, here comes a chopper to chop off your head!” OHHHH NICE ONE MR C!!!!!! :D

RIP TO A QUEEN :’(

i should be a bit more heartbroken BUT THAT MR C RHYME MAN

OMFG THEY JUST BEAT UP JULES

SHE’S IN SO MUCH PAIN NOOOO :’(

why does he look old

awww :(

delete the drunk old lady BUT GIVE US PARSONS SUUURE

i dread the scene to come...

parsons didn’t say that he said ‘down with big brother’ so that’s a bummer :/

aww poor parsons he’s crying! :(

oh SNAP room 101!!!! :o

poor parsons but at least that scene wasn’t a thing!

OUCH THAT SMACC LOOKED LIKE IT HURT

is this leading into the bloody mouth scene? I STILL NEED TO KNOW WHAT THAT IS

winston doesn’t know where he is IT’S THE I WANT YOU VALLEY!!!

hold up this is just a vision ok BUT WHERE’S THE BLOODY MOUTH SCENE

frankenstein and spirit halloween called!

also o’brien flipped the switch without warning BISH

o’brien: “you suffer from a defective memory” and you suffer from a BISH MEMORY SIR

remember winston it’s all in the mind... ;)

WHY DID O’BRIEN SHOCK WINSTON HE SAID FIVE

'how many fingers’ is a trick question because winston sees four YET WE SEE FIVE OHHH

mother gothel vibes...

awww winston’s little scared squeak :(

winston: “i don’t know... i don’t know!” SAY FIVE WINSTON SAY FIVEEEEE

o’brien’s voice is so calming yet it spouts evil words...

julia immediately betrayed winston BECAUSE SHE HAD A ROSEMARY KENNEDY yet she’s somehow still alive without damage by the end???

ooh a new shot! :D

they just faded to black and showed a new angle which is a bit weird...

o’brien: “you’re thinking that my face is old and tired...” because it belongs to poor richard burton!

o’brien just yoinked winston’s tooth out tho :o

mother gothel strikes again!

winston to o’brien: “i love you.” you don’t say that back to jules YET YOU SAY IT TO O’BRIEN BOIIIII

o’brien: “you’re one of us. one of the chosen.” one of us gooble gobble! also ANAKIN IS THAT YOU????

winston just said ‘i love you’ oMG OMG OM WAIT WWAIIITIT

AHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! :D

seconds after she says ‘i love you too’ SHE’S FREAKING SHOT DAAANG NO PUNCHES PULLED BACK!!!!!

aww he called her ‘my love’ even in a dream

so that was the infamous bloody mouth scene and it was quicker than i thought it would be? at least i have a bright julia smile! ♥

OMG winston’s calling for her yet it sounds so weird WHYYY

he’s much improved!

they’re skyping lol

after all he’s been through he still hates bb! :o

ROOM 101 :o

room 101 is a personalized experience just for you! :D

also IT’S A DREAM MIRROR

omg the rats are GOING AT EACH OTHER GEEZ

winston’s squeak at the rats no!!! :(

‘do it to julia’ sounds a bit selfish but it’s the betrayal we’ve been waiting for!

...NOT

uh oh here comes the awkward reunion...

they should’ve said “...sup.” to each other

the bartender saying “on the house!’ tiredly each time is great :D

winston: “thank you for coming.” julia in her thoughts: “yeah whateves bro.” :/

at least they can still bond over something :)

jules gin time ;)

they ratted out on each other true love???

julia: “we must meet again.” winston: “yes, we must meet again.” ...they never met again

but if they did it would be a bro time!

winston: “i have seduced party members of both sexes” BI NANI???? :o

since his crimes are like the guy’s from earlier... what if he didn’t do them and was convinced that he did? :o

in the book he says i love you to bb, but here he turns away and says it... what if he still loves julia? :o

and with that question, the movie has come to a close! it’s a fantastic little film that closely follows the book. while i would’ve liked to see julia with winston at o’brien’s and the drunk jail lady, the cutting of the gross parsons scene, the addtion of the bloody mouth scene and the possibly hopeful ending make up for it. overall, this is an amazing adaptation of such a great book! :D

#livewatch #i bet this is just as good as the book! :D

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Mini Fanfic #455: Lucario, The Dad Pokemon (Super Smash Bros Ultimate)

Lucario: (Genuinely Surprised at the What's in Front of Him) Kamui......What is this?

Kamui: (Happily Gives Lucario his Gift) Your Father's Day Present. I really hope you like it.

Lucario: ('Sigh') This is really sweet of you, Kamui. But....Why exactly are you doing this? You do know I'm not actually your father, right?

Kamui: (Giggles Softly) I know that, Mr. Lucario. Really. It's that....well...... during our time together as of late....(Smiles a Bit Sadly) I've started seeing you as a father figure to me....(Frowns a Little) A lot more than my actual fathers in my world at least......

Lucario: (Frowns Worryingly for his Student) You've hardly ever talked about them up until now.... What were they like?

Kamui: Well.....(Took a Deep Breath Before Speaking) The father from the Nohrian side of the family, King Garron, was nothing but ruthless, heartless man who uses me and my siblings there as pawns for his own gains, I hardly know anything about my second father from my Hoshidan side of family, and my actual father is......(Looks Down on the Ground as she Remembers Exactly Who Her Real Father Actually Was) Someone I really.... don't want to talk about......

Lucario: Kamui........

Kamui: (Looks Back Up and Sees Lucario's Sad and Worried Expression) B-But you don't have to worry, Mr. Lucario! I'm going to be okay now. Really.

Lucario: Are you sure?

Kamui: Yeah. I mean.... I'm not sure If I'll ever be completely over all this....(Starts Developing a Determined Look on her Face) But I'll do my very best to not let it ruin my day!

Lucario: (Feels a Bit Unsure) Well.....as long as you're going to be okay, I guess I shouldn't be too worried. But back to the topic at hand, are you sure that I qualify as a role of your father figure?

Kamui: (Smiles Softly) Of course I'm sure. You were willing to be my mentor and training partner after our very first match together and you did everything you could to look after me like any father would do for their own children.

At that moment, Lucario begins to get silent for a few seconds, while briefly thinking about what Kamui just told him a few seconds ago....About him being a Father Figure to her.

Lucario: I.....never realized how....Fatherly I am towards you.

Kamui: (Giggles Softly) That's one way of putting it. But in all honesty, if there comes a time where I do accidentally call you my "Father".....(Smiles Brightly) I wouldn't feel any form of embarrassment in the slightest!

Lucario: (Chuckles Lightly) You're really serious about this, are you?

Kamui: As seriously as I can be I hope.

Lucario: (Begins to Smile Softly for a Few Seconds Before Nodding) Alright. I'll do it.

Kamui: W-What was that?

Lucario: (Gently Hold Kamui's Hold) Kamui, starting today, I'll be the father figure you want me to be. I know it might not be easy, but....(Smiles Softly) I think I'm up for the challenge.

Kamui: (Eyes About to Lid Up in Happiness) Really?

Lucario: (Nodded) Yes. Really.

Kamui: (Squeals in Happiness while Pulling Lucario into a Loving Hug) Thank you, Thank you, Thank you so much, Mr Lucario! You have no idea how happy this made me!

Lucario: (Chuckles Lightly) I can tell. (Slowly but Surely Hugs Kamui Back) Regardless, I'd be lying if I say I'm not happy about this either. (Maybe being a Father Figure wouldn't be so bad after all.......Though.....I still feel inexperienced about this.....)

Later that Evening

Bowser: (Raised an Eyebrow) You want us do what now?

Lucario: (Sat Next to Bowser and Chrome on the Couch) I want you to teach me everything the both of you know about being a father. I would ask anyone else in this mansion, but I'd figured the two of you have more experience.

Chrom: (Smiles a little) We're honored you come to us for help and all, but you mind telling us where is this all coming from?

Lucario: Well, you see, I.....(Rubbing the Back of his Head Back and Forth) may have told Kamui that I would be a father figure to her to this day forward.

Bowser: Seriously? Weren't you that kid's mentor at one point or something?

Lucario: Yes, I still am. It's just that....('Sigh') I'm only now starting to realize how precious she really is to me....So I want to do whatever I can to be there for her no matter what. And if it means I have to be a father figure to her, then so be it.

Chrom: You really care for her, do you?

Lucario: I always have been ever since the day I agreed to be her mentor.

Both Bowser and Chrom look at each other with a grin on their faces before turning back to Lucario.

Bowser: Alright. We'll do it.

Lucario: (Eyes Widened in Surprised) You're... really going to teach me?

Chrom: (Smiles Brightly) Yeah. (Chuckles Lightly) Though, I really don't think it's going to be easy.

Bowser: Have to agree with Goodie-Two Shoes on this one. It takes YEARS for either of us raised those little numbskulls-

Chrom: ('Ahem') (Glares at Bowser) .....

Bowser: (Sighs While Rolling His Eyes) And a perfectly well-behaved angel of Chrom's baby girl and boy.....(Glares Back at Chrom) There. You're happy now?

Chrom: (Nodded with a Relaxed And Satisfied Smile) Very.

Lucario: Well.... Regardless, I'm already up for challenge. So, I'm willing to learn whatever kind of methods and tips you got for me.

Bowser: (Smiles Brightly) Well, the first thing we can teach us is to step back, relax, shut up, and watch some TV with us. We had a long day today. And by "we", I mean "me".

Chrom: (Raised an Eyebrow at Bowser) Seriously?

Bowser: Yes. Seriously. I have total of eight kids, remember? (Uses the Remote to Change Channels)

Chrom: (Facepalms while Sighing) I knew he would be this lazy....(Turns to Lucario) I hope you don't mind watching television with us, Lucario.

Lucario: Not at all. (Shrugged) I guess it wouldn't hurt being every once and a while....

Bowser: See? Now you're catching on. Keep this up, and might be on your way of being a great father figure.

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#super smash ultimate #lucario #kamui #female corrin #bowser #chrom #lucario is kamui's mentor (also father figure)#a bit of angst #fluff #a bit of humor #father's month #have to edited it again to make it perfect. sorry about that

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Shattered Hero ~ Origins of the Ink Demon : Episode Maka Pt.9 ~

~ Redmond, Washington ~

*Nintendo of America*

[Chun-Nan Night by Kenichi Tokoi]

Ashley : Oi, Penny. Congrats on working with your grandfather, Dr. Crygor.

Penny Crygor : Aw, shucks. You too, Ash! I heard that your partner, Kimial is getting along so well in the force. So whatcha gonna do this time?

Ashley : I'm making something real to have good intelligence. I need something that will make a cool flower with a lot of passion. Something to more be indulging to be creative.

Penny Crygor : *nods* Mm.

Ashley : I found a new magical spell than a love spell. I'm currently working those investigations that needed to be done. I can't wait to see someone, if someone finds out that I needed someone to keep me company. I can't wait to see the boy of my dreams.

Penny Crygor : The boy of your dreams? Who can that be?

Wario : Perhaps you were talking about Cricket.

"WARIO : HEAD OF WARIOWARE AND FUTURE SMASH FIGHTER"

Wario : He's the new guy to our company. He has been hired to do some microgaming, I heard that Mona is opening a dumpling shop in town.

Ashley : Dumpling shop? Mona? Hmmm...What a strange name, sounds like that she's very interested of making dumplings.

Wario : Of course, Meet the new guy. Master Mantis.

Mantis : Whoops, you got the wrong one, I am Master Mantis, Young Cricket's master.

Wario : Then where is this Young Cricket fella?

Young Cricket : Right here sir!

*Ashley's vision*

Ashley : (in mind) He's the one, I've found him. I met him.

*Ashley reach out her hand, but cricket greets her*

Young Cricket : You must be Ashley, I'm the next gen member of Warioware.

Ashley : Yeah, next-gen is. I heard you were the youngest ashley. I'm too fond about this new meet and greet thing so well. You're lucky that you will feel something very good.

Penny Crygor : And don't forget about me, I am penny! Penny Crygor, Grandfather of Dr. Crygor, also second next-gen!

Wario : Well, it's good that I found this wii remote from that ancient temple in Diamond City, but those I escaped after those gremlins stole my snack. But since I have this, you can do all the microgames with this wii remote, it let players feel the smooth moves. I better tell Waluigi about my concerns for that Kart racing crossover with Pac-Man.

Penny Crygor : Did Mr. Sakurai tell you that you were invited to Smash?

Wario : Exactly! But that'll have to wait in the future, which is two years. Have a rotten day you two. *Walks off*

Ashley : So, Cricket. About everything that I've known about...I'd still want to get to know you a lot better.

Young Cricket : Well, umm, Good! I hope you're not even with another man are you, I'm mean I'm just new here.

Ashley : Well, you do got some pretty moves you got there.

Young Cricket : Well, of course, thank you. I did my ways of using self-defense, who cares if anyone gets in my way?

Ashley : True, I will deeply owe my deepest gratitude towards you, I'm sure that we will get to the bottom of this. We'll get along together.

Young Cricket : True. Humans and witches don't make their selves as enemies if they are fueling the darkness in our hearts hatred, but even if they do, Humans and witches can find true peace and of course bringing love that conquers all. I'm totally certain that humans and witches will get along together, even when it comes to the two of us.

Ashley : ....Uh. *blushes* You...You really mean it?

*Sparkling*

Ashley : (in minds) Humans and witches can make true love conquer all?

Young Cricket: This world ain't so tough when it comes to dangers from all of this heartless stuff that is has been going at it since 2002. If you want to survive and save this world like a hero, don't stop or do not give in yourself.

Ashley : Agree.

*they put their fists on the palm and bows*

Young Cricket : Well, I'm off now. See ya there. *walks off*

Ashley : Well, Penny. I guess we're not so different after all. I do have a heart for humans that will make peace and love for the people that I protect.

Penny : Ashley...

*scene changes to Elie*

[Training by Masamichi Amano]

Erza : So, Elie. You ready to be what you really wanted to be?

Elie : Yes, a hero indeed.

"Not all humans and witches can be good or bad, but what they're missing from this conflict was love..."

*various scenes of Elie training with the Clear Heart Operatives*

"love is the power that needs to be conquered all, it only works in stories, like the hero and villain that wanted to end one conflict two another, My realized what love is about, love is very important to all of those who have a heart, deeply who are connected to those will make war end it all with love."

"The Red string of Fate, a mysterious thread said to be connected by one's fate to another, or perhaps that fate is connected by their's as well, cherishing the ones who has deep bonds of a relationship and a friendship that get along with others that will stay by their side."

*scene changes to the group climbing up the mountain*

Elie : *panting* Oh man...I need a break. But not giving up now. Just watch.

*Elie trips, but someone catches her arm*

Elie : Eh? Who...?

Gray : Don't let yourself down.

"GRAY/GREY FULLBUSTER : SECOND HERO OF FAIRY TAIL"

Lucy : That was decent warm up! I'm feeling fired up a bit!

Erza : All action, no talk*

*Elie lies to the ground*

Elie : *panting* Saving...my breath...That was serious training!

Lucy : Oi. Need a hand, Hero?

Elie : *nods* Mm.

*takes Lucy's hand to get up*

"In our ways of being the hero that we are today, we will bring love to conquer it all, our world will be making humans and witches find the word that is love and peace. Those are the words said by Vash the Stampede.·

*later at pratice*

*Erza practicing her sword skills*

Elie : Huh? That's rad...! Not too bad.

*applause*

Erza : Hmph! *Bows* Lucy, you're up.

Lucy : Okay. Here goes!

*cues Tekken 3 Embu music*

*Lucy does her martial arts skills*

Elie : Wow. She done that before! I can't wait to try that out!

Erza : Betcha didn't know, she's great at martial arts. It's very hobby, did a little exercise to become even stronger.

Elie : Wow she's good at that moves perfect!

Lucy : Hut! SEI! Seiya! Huwah! HI--Yah!

*puts fist on palm and bows*

Lucy : Elie, you're next.

Elie : Right.

*barefeet walking+fist bumps*

Lucy : Best of luck.

Elie : Gotcha. Alright, *inhales+exhales*

Lucy : [To Erza] So Erza, what did you meant about her being a hero that could never face her fears?

Erza : Of course, but being a swordsgirl was to keep the same level as Zoro Roronoa. What did you think about being a next-gen hero?

Lucy : Well, I haven't thought about my mom and dad, but when I was little I dreamed, that I would be the world's greatest hero that has ever seen.

[Target Practice by Masamichi Amano]

Erza : Well, not all heroes do their best to save others, heroes are more than meets the eye. They have a valorous effort that saving the galaxy is more than just world, it's also about heroes saving the universe from evil and deterioration. The hero begins their tale as a zero and in spite of others calling them an outcast, they become a hero. Zero to hero, that's what should they all know about the footsteps of becoming a hero, which is a tough and dangerous job that we face danger that lies within us. That's how we get the job done.

*they watch Elie doing her martial arts skills*

Elie : When she her lost those she loved, she continued on being a stronger girl, no matter what happens to her, she always fight, she will follow the same footsteps of bringing her way to fame. Glory to save others, that's how she'll be the best like others that have friends along side them.

*Elie finish practicing*

*applause*

Elie : Thank you.

*puts fist on palm and bows*

Lucy : Cool moves, Elie!

Erza : Your skills are amazed to me.

*we then show a man watching on monitor*

Elie on monitor : Aww, thanks, guys! You really like my moves that much!

Magashi : So... it is destined that humans could easily bring up the sacrifice of their will of others, how convenient. I'll enjoy this for the fate of this world, and of course, the galaxy itself. *Snickers evilly*

~ Level 08 : Heroes of Love and Peace ~

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scoops-stevie-archive · 5 years

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⭐️ connor’s 2019 fic rec ⭐️

total fic count: 60

also known as part three to my fic rec series! as usual, all fics are ordered alphabetically by title and all smut is marked with **. please let me know if any links are broken/linked to the wrong page!

and most importantly, please leave a comment and kudos on the fics you’ve enjoyed :)

part 1 part 2 part 3 part 4

A Fortunately Unfortunate Afternoon - 4.5k, single chapter author(s): madlysanecatlady fandom(s): Good Omens pairing(s): Aziraphale/Crowley

Crowley doesn't startle easily, and he doesn't startle often, but when he does, there's an unfortunate side effect.

**All Eyes On You - 4.3k, single chapter author(s): Lacerta26 fandom(s): Kingsman pairing(s): Harry Hart | Galahad/Gary “Eggsy” Unwin

‘What’s this supposed to be teaching me Harry?’

‘That you can enjoy being looked at, that you can enjoy it when I take you out and show you off,’ Harry whispers in his ear, hand resting entirely too high on Eggsy’s thigh for this stage in the evening.

‘No one’s looking at us, Harry.’

Harry moves his hand to Eggsy’s hip, ‘aren’t they?’

Harry shows Eggsy how good it feels to be the centre of attention.

Breathe - 1.3k, single chapter author(s): telanaris fandom(S): The Arcana pairing(s): Julian Devorak/Reader

“Love…” Julian says, voice quiet and tender, comforting as he reaches for your hand, “my darling.” He interlaces your fingers and guides your hand, palm facing down, beneath the white gauze of his shirt to his chest, just over his heart.

You cannot choke back the gasp it wrests from your throats. Whether from the exhilaration of his reanimation, or the ferocity of your kisses, Julian’s heart is pounding, madly, in his chest. The strong rhythm of it is unmistakeable. And every beat of it confirms irrefutably: he is alive, alive, alive.

Bright Young Things - 2,3k, single chapter author(s): keepyourpantsongohan fandom(s): Naruto pairing(s): Hatake Kakashi & Namikaze Minato

Sighing, Minato leads his team into the light. When the man in the clearing gets a look at their faces, his whole body goes shock still. “Sensei?” he says uncertainly.

“Er, hi,” says Minato, with a sheepish wave.

**Bros Helping Bros - series, complete author(s): Tenebrosa fandom(s): Dream Daddy pairing(s): Craig Cahn/Robert Small

Craig needs to loosen the fuck up and damn if Robert isn't the King of Relaxation. How he does it might be a little...unorthodox, but really, who's gonna judge them all the way out here?

Care and Custody - multi-chapter, complete author(s): esama fandom(s): Kingsman pairing(s): Harry Hart | Galahad/Gary “Eggsy” Unwin

Eggsy takes out the medal in slightly worse circumstances, asking for a miracle.

**Couples Therapy - series, ongoing author(s): jane_x80 pairing(s): Anthony DiNozzo/Jethro Gibbs fandom(s): NCIS

A serial killer is targeting married gay couples. Gibbs and DiNozzo pose as one such couple, attending couples therapy, in order to flush out and hopefully capture the killer.

Crazy - 3.2k, single chapter author(s): wyvernwolf fandom(s): Kingsman pairing(s): Merlin/Gary “Eggsy” Unwin

It's Merlin's sixtieth birthday and he fears Eggsy will do something sappy and romantic. Eggsy does, but not in the way Merlin expects.

**Devour You - 1.7k, single chapter author(s): branewurms fandom(s): The Arcana pairing(s): Julian Devorak/Reader

You take a moment to savor the sight of him. Julian looks the perfect picture of debauched innocence. And isn’t that a ridiculous thought—but he does, with his white shirt still around his shoulders spread wide and baring everything, and that rosy flush spreading from his cheeks all the way down to his heaving chest, staining it a pretty pink.

**Easy Like Sunday Mornin’ - 3.2k, single chapter author(s): howdoyousleep pairing(s): James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers fandom(s): Marvel Cinematic Universe

Today is a Sunday and the universally-accepted laziness of the day may be why Steve finds himself wanting it slow and sweaty and deep. Bucky didn’t ask questions.

Efficient pictorial communication of complex ideas (the kids call it a meme) - multi-chapter, complete author(s): sorrens fandom(s): Good Omens pairing(s): Aziraphale/Crowley, Gabriel/Beelzebub

The one in which Aziraphale is forced headlong into millennial humour trying to work out what Crowley means when he says "Gabriel and Beelzebub are smashing".

Essentially Social Chameleons - 2.6k, single chapter author(s): Lolapola fandom(s): Good Omens pairing(s): Aziraphale/Crowley

In short, Aziraphale and Crowley are not as good at blending in with mortals as they think they are. There are better places to discover this than Newton and Anathema's baby's christening, but, well, we're here now.

Family is Family - 5.3k, single chapter author(s): hexicity fandom(s): Shadowhunters pairing(s): Magnus Bane/Alex Lightwood, Simon Lewis/Raphael Santiago,Lydia Brandwell/Isabelle Lightwood

The ad is messily stapled against the public announcement board in the quad.

It looks like someone wrote it with their non-dominant hand in the first pen they found. Its sloppy red ink reads in giant letters: “FOUR BEDROOMS. ONE BATH. PASSABLE KITCHEN. WILLING TO DELAY PAYMENT ON RENT. PLEASE DON’T TRY TO LIVE WITH US IF YOU’RE WEIRD, WE ALREADY HAVE SIMON.”

(or, Alec lives with three strangers and starts to like them more than his actual family)

Feathers on the Bedroom Floor - 1.2k, single chapter author(s): dunk_on_em fandom(s): Good Omens pairing(s): Aziraphale/Crowley

Aziraphale looked to his right to see Crowley, struggling to keep his head aright.

His dear Crowley. The one who had sworn he would leave but ended up coming back. The one who drove a flaming car for hours, just so he could be there to help. The one who stopped the sands of time, just to give Aziraphale a chance to talk to the boy. It was no wonder he was tired. So, so much had been asked of him today. Aziraphale pushed his shoulder gently towards Crowley.

“I don’t mind,” the angel murmured, as gently as he could. “I’ll wake you when we arrive.”

Finding Home - 2.1k, single chapter author(s): roseforthethorns fandom(s): Kingsman pairing(s): Harry Hart | Galahad/Merlin/Gary “Eggsy” Unwin

Without realizing it, Eggsy started to fall in love.

What he didn't know is that Harry and Merlin were falling in love with him too.

flour in your hair, love in your heart - 4.1k, single chapter author(s): mirkandmidnight fandom(s): The Song of Achilles pairing(s): Achilles/Patroclus

Here is how it starts. Patroclus takes an opening shift one day in late September, because Briseis has gotten the stomach flu and swears that if she moves from her bed, she may vomit. So he ends up working with Odysseus and Iphigenia, who never does a damn thing but gets to keep her job because she's Fucking Agamemnon's kid, and can you spell nepotism? Patroclus can. That higher education isn't going to waste, oh no.

forever isn’t too long, when i’m right where i belong - multi-chapter, complete author(s): owilde fandom(s): Shadowhunters pairing(s): Simon Lewis/Raphael Santiago, Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood

Raphael sat on the living room chair, the cup of tea Magnus had practically forced on him balanced on his knee, while Magnus himself was slouched on the sofa, laughing. "You," he wheezed in between hysterical fits of giggles, "are going to propose? To Simon?" Raphael pursed his lips, praying for strength from anyone.

**For Here Is Rest - multi-chapter, complete author(s): Nimravidae fandom(s): Turn: Washington’s Spies pairing(s): Benjamin Tallmadge/George Washington

After a devastating personal loss, Benjamin Tallmadge retreats from the life he knew in Connecticut. Seeking solace, he finds himself in rural Virginia fixing up a small house with only the company of the surrounding woods and his reclusive widower landlord, George Washington.

"Every spirit builds itself a house; and beyond its house a world; and beyond its world, a heaven. Know then, that the world exists for you. Build, therefore, your own world."

Foxes Are Vermin - 1.6k, single chapter author(s): sweetasamuffin fandom(s): Kingsman pairing(s): Harry Hart | Galahad/Merlin/Gary “Eggsy” Unwin

Daisy wants to meet her mom. Eggsy's there to help her.

Gold on Your Fingertips (Fingertips Against My Cheek) - 1.8k, single chapter author(s): ziracrow fandom(s): Good Omens pairing(s): Aziraphale/Crowley

Post-apocalypse oneshot after they decide to spend the night at Crowley's flat together.

His Sweet Kiss - 2.1k, single chapter author(s): Frozen Hearts pairing(s): Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier fandom(s): The Witcher

Geralt comes back to camp after hunting a monster only to find Jaskier entangled with....

... himself?

Human Incarnate - multi-chapter, complete author(s): nikkiRA fandom(s): Good Omens pairing(s): Aziraphale/Crowley

“They think I’m immune to demon fire, see,” Aziraphale said, in a slightly airy voice. “So they had to… get creative.”

“Aziraphale, what. Did. They. Do?”

“Can’t you tell?” Aziraphale gave a little laugh. This must be what shock felt like. “Can’t you sense it?” He grabbed Crowley’s hand and pressed it to his chest, so the demon could feel his rapidly beating, very human heart. “I’m a human now, my dear. Very, very mortal.”

Aziraphale is punished. Crowley refuses to accept it. Shenanigans, feelings, and plots ensue.

**I Found Myself With You - multi-chapter, complete author(s): bibliomaniac pairing(s): Jesper Johanssen/Klaus fandom(s): Klaus

After everything settles down, Jesper is trying very hard to not think about how he's developed feelings for Klaus.

Unfortunately, he's not very good at not thinking about it.

More fortunately, it actually doesn't matter that he's not good at it. He never needed to hide in the first place, after all.

If We’ve Got Nothing (We’ve Got Us) - multi-chapter, complete author(s): Kedreeva fandom(s): Good Omens pairing(s): Aziraphale/Crowley

Two months after the world didn't end, Aziraphale finds the first dark feather growing in his wings.

**Intelligent Design - 5.5k, single chapter author(s): manic_intent pairing(s): Alexios/Brasidas fandom(s): Assassin’s Creed: Odyssey

“What are you doing here, sister?” Alexios scowled as he stalked through the sun-dappled olive grove. “Sparta is mine.”

“Don’t be so childish.” Kassandra was leaning in the shade of a tree, watching something in a glade beyond. She wore a golden cuirass hung with intricately patterned leather straps, gems, and purple strips. Her helmet was nowhere to be seen, her thick braid curled over one blue-cloaked shoulder. The Aegis was strapped to her back with her spear, though Medusa’s head was sealed out of the battlefield, visible only as a fine etching on shining brass.

**i see it, i like it, i want it, i got it - 2.7k, single chapter author(s): hellstrider pairing(s): Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier fandom(s): The Witcher

he's not entirely certain if it's sincere, when it starts.

I took heart from his eyes on mine - 3.3k, single chapter author(s): madeoutoflight fandom(s): The Song of Achilles pairing(s): Achilles/Patroclus

Achilles knows his destiny, has always known it—it has been written since before he was born. There is one detail the prophecies have left out, however, and it turns out to be the most important of all.

it was stolen (or exchanged) - 3.8k, single-chapter author(s): wolfiery fandom(s): Shadowhunters pairing(s): Simon Lewis/Raphael Santiago

“Oh my god,” Simon baffles, sounding horrified as soon as he recognizes the song playing that’s echoing throughout the whole lounge. “Is this Mozart? Are you listening to Requiem Introitus?”

Raphael feels the annoying start of goosebumps when the fledgling starts speaking to him, interrupting a perfectly quiet evening to enjoy reading. It seems he was wrong.

“The Death Mass,” Simon explains with disbelief. “Even for an immortal, that’s incredibly morbid of you.”

**like gold - 1.8k, single chapter author(s): fernic fandom(s): The Song of Achilles pairing(s): Achilles/Patroclus

Patroclus answers by kissing his open palm, tracing along the very lines of fate that he desperately wants to change.

Look Both Ways (Before You Cross the Street) - 5.4k, single chapter author(s): ForevermoreNevermore pairing(s): Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier fandom(s): The Witcher

The forest is greener than Jaskier thinks he's ever seen it. Until it's suddenly not.

_____

Or, it's all fine and dandy until you get attacked by bandits.

love isn’t always magic (sometimes it’s just melting) - 3.3k, single chapter autor(s): mostlikelydefinitelymad fandom(s) Shadowhunters pairing(s): Simon Lewis/Raphael santiago

He can hear Simon's breath hitching (breathing, you must or the mundanes will notice) the closer he gets, can smell the hot blood in his veins and thinks:

Don't leave me in this heaven alone. Don't go.

A hand cups his cheek, lips against his ear. "I was an idiot, I'm sorry."

loving you’s a bloodsport - multi-chapter, ongoing author(s): tolvsmol fandom(s): One Direction pairing(s): Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

harry is a bratty prince, louis is a guard who works in his palace, and niall is the only who's got his life in control.

Magnets and Dust - 2.5k, single chapter author(s): graceling_in_a_suit fandom(s): One Direction pairing(s): Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Harry moved closer, ignoring the red flashing of his LED display and the ever-present announcement, foreign object, foreign object.

He wanted to read it. He wanted to understand it.

To his dismay, the only letters he could make out were, l o u i s, spaced far enough apart that Harry knew they weren’t supposed to form a word.

Or: the story of Roombrry and Tinouis.

**Of Coin and Candlelight - 2.2k, single chapter author(s): coffeeandcas pairing(s): Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier fandom(s): The Witcher

After getting caught in a rainstorm, Geralt and Jaskier find creative ways to warm each other up.

On the Road to East Flubria - 3k, single-chapter author(s): ant5b pairing(s): Guy Am-I/Sam I-Am fandom(s): Green Eggs and Ham

They’re 888,888,001 zilometers away, and it’s raining.

Pray For Us, Icarus - series, complete author(s): Atalan fandom(s): Good Omens pairing(s): Aziraphale/Crowley

For three centuries, Crowley has been reincarnated over and over as a human with no memory of his past. Aziraphale has tried to find a way to restore him to his true self, but all he seems to do is hurt them both. This time, he only means to steal a brief moment when he walks into Crowley's flower shop. But Crowley can't let it go...

Revelation - 2.7k, single chapter author(s): zebraljb fandom(s): Kingsman pairing(s): Harry Hart | Galahad/Merlin/Gary “Eggsy” Unwin

Alphas Merlin and Harry adore their omega Eggsy. They come home from work to a surprise dinner and an anxious scent coming from their lad.

Ring Around and All That Jazz - multi-chapter, complete author(s): Pemberley_Press fandom(s): Kingsman pairing(s): Harry Hart | Galahad/Merlin/Gary “Eggsy” Unwin

Eggsy Unwin knows the facts about soulmates just like everyone else,but it was still what he wished for and dreamt of.

He continues to dream even though he knows that a scentless beta like him has no hope of ever having one soulmate, let alone two.

But a boy can still dream yea?

**Runaway - multi-chapter, complete author(s): grumblebee fandom(s): Turn: Washington’s Spies pairing(s): Benjamin Tallmadge/George Washington

Benjamin Tallmadge, through unfortunate circumstance, can no longer go to Yale. With home life becoming unbearably toxic, he leaves home in the dead of night in search of a better life. His new life takes him to the Appalachian Trail, miles and miles of wilderness that stretch down the East Coast. Ben forages, hunts (pitifully) and pretends he is just another hiker doing the 6 month trek. But summer is waning, and the first cold snaps are rough in the mountains. Barely making shelter, Ben hunkers down for what might be his last night. But someone else is here. And well, what would you do if you were a runaway; cold and alone, when a tall man offers you a warm bed for the night...

Runaway Land - multi-chapter, complete author(s): daggerinrose fandom(s): One Direction pairing(s): Harry Styles/Louis Tomlinson

Louis is sure he’s stumbled upon a secret, underground nightclub, though that is far from the truth. He’s also pretty sure he’s stumbled upon Apollo, which… isn’t very far from the truth, actually.

Modern Greek mythology AU.

**Save the Last Dance for Me - multi-chapter, ongoing author(s): Wonderdyke fandom(s): Kingsman pairing(s): Harry Hart | Galahad/Merlin/Gary “Eggsy” Unwin

Eggsy was used to being the ‘bit “o’ rough’. Used to being the pretty little omega that rich tits liked to pluck outta the gutter and promise the moon to. All “bond with me and you’ll never work again”. Since only ten percent of the population were omegas and forty alphas it was not surprising that those with money and power tried to buy them a pretty little piece like Eggsy to keep safe and pregnant… even if he were a bloke. ~ Harry turned, unbuttoning his cuffs and gently rolling them up to his elbows. Merlin's husband was a fucking menace, a temptation in a bespoke suit and he knew exactly what he was doing; what sort of intimations those slim fingers were making as they bared his forearms. Damn him for a fool but even after their many years together he was utterly besotted with the man. ~ Harry heard Merlin growl in his ear, rough and predatory but not jealous. Possessive. Harry was fairly sure the sound was meant for the boy, and not his husband. Harry would’ve happily teased the other alpha about it, except his blood was rushing in his ears and he was hard enough to hammer nails.

**Shutterbug - 2.4k, single chapter author(s): grumblebee fandom(s): Turn: Washington’s Spies pairing(s): Benjamin Tallmadge/George Washington

Ben is not excited about making a trip back to Setauket for Thanksgiving weekend. Dinners at home are tense, and awful, and he'd rather be at home in Virginia with George. In a moment of homesick fueled inspiration, Ben decides to snap a few naked pictures of George to take with him on his trip. George, in turn, asks for a little something on camera to keep for himself.

Sleepsong - 1.6k, single chapter author(s): QueenForADay pairing(s): Geralt of Rivia/Jaskier fandom(s): The Witcher

Some part of him wishes that people could see this – the man that they all fear so much, the Witcher, a hunter of the supernatural and evil, placated by his bard’s voice, melting into his arms. All he’s missing is hearing Geralt purr like a housecat. Every so often, Jaskier’s ears prick at the sound of a murmur of a hum leaving the other man, particularly when Jaskier presses a kiss to the crown of Geralt’s head, or runs his foot along the length of Geralt’s bared leg.

And at the same time, he would gladly pick up a sword and kill anyone who even thought of intruding on a moment like this.

**Slumber - 4k, single chapter author(s): howdoyousleep pairing(s): James “Bucky” Barnes/Steve Rogers fandom(s): Marvel Cinematic Universe

“Bucky, honey. Can’t get enough even when you’re sleepin’, huh?”

so cruelly you kissed me - 1.7k, single chapter author(s): litathesissy pairing(s): Geralt of Rivia/Jaskeir fandom(s): The Witcher

Jaskier is a soft thing. Delicate in all the ways Geralt is not. He supposes this is always true, always obvious.

**Sold My Soul To A Three Piece - multi-chapter, ongoing author(s): Comp_Lady fandom(s): Turn: Washington’s Spies pairing(s): Benjamin Tallmadge/George Washington

Love, as Paul told the Corinthians, is patient, and kind. It does not envy. It does not boast, it is not proud, it is not rude or self-seeking. Love is not easily angered, and it keeps no record of wrongs. It does not delight in evil, but rejoices in the truth. Love always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres. Love never fails.

Ben is a sub, his first long term contract with a Dom ended abruptly. Leaving him drifting in waters he’s never really explored before. After over a year of keeping his head down and subsisting on small scenes with different Doms Ben finds himself wanting more. Wanting something that will last.

George is a Dom with a long line training contracts and episodic scenes in his younger years. Now he wants something permanent. He wants a sub who he doesn’t have to train from the ground up. A sub he can build something good with.

They meet at a club.

**Speak Love - series, ongoing author(s): zebraljb fandom(s): Kingsman pairing(s): Merlin/Gary “Eggsy” Unwin

Eggsy is a shy young man rendered almost speechless by years of abuse by his ex-stepfather. He starts his first day at Merlin Software by getting stuck in an elevator with a handsome Scottish man.

stained glass variation of the truth - 1.5k, single chapter author(s): mostlikelydefinitelymad fandom(s): Shadowhunters pairing(s): Simon Lewis/Raphael Santiago

"Why are you here?"

Raphael's carefully sewn stitches are coming undone after decades of holding himself together and he lets them.

Thunder cracks with a loud boom, Simon takes two steps forward.

"To be honest, I don't know. I started walking and every sidewalk kept leading me back here."

Take Me Home - 1.8k, single chapter author(s): Casey_Wolfe fandom(s): Kingsman pairing(s): Harry Hart | Galahad/Merlin/Gary “Eggsy” Unwin

There was a cough, and then a strained, “Harry? Eggsy?”

**Talk to Me - multi-chapter, complete author(s): zebraljb fandom(s): Kingsman pairing(s): Merlin/Gary “Eggsy” Unwin

Eggsy is a shy young man rendered almost speechless by years of abuse by his ex-stepfather. He starts his first day at Merlin Software by getting stuck in an elevator with a handsome Scottish man.

The Litmus Test - 5.5k, single chapter author(s): bokunoanime fandom(s): Kingsman pairing(s): Harry Hart | Galahad/Gary “Eggsy” Unwin

“Drop your fucking weapon now!” the man with the gun trained on the boy was shouting.

The boy spit blood and stretched his jaw as he watched Simon, frozen in place. “I don’t fink ‘e’s gonna listen, bruv,” the chav accent thick as it spilled from his bruised and swollen lips. “Leave the Princess out of this, an’ fight me like a man eh?” His sneer at his captor earned him another backhand across his cheek and Tilde screamed. Simon jumped at the action, watching as the man behind Tilde seemed to grow complacent.

Simon weighed his options.

OR:

The one where Merlin has a new final test for his new recruits. (Because shooting a dog was never a good judge of character.)

**The Man with Too Much Power - multi-chapter, complete author(s): CherryEmbly fandom(s): Junjou Romantica pairing(s): Takahashi Misaki/Usami Akihiko

Marukawa Publishing wishes to partner with the famed author Akihiko Usami for an interesting adaptation to his best selling novel, but he's left the entire decision up to his young boyfriend, much to the editor's dismay.

The Prime Minister and the Tea Boy - multi-chapter, complete author(s): LelithSugar, Paxdracona fandom(s): Kingsman pairing(s): Harry Hart | Galahad/Gary “Eggsy” Unwin

HART THROB IN NUMBER TEN proclaims The Sun’s front page the day Harry Hart takes up residence as Prime Minister. He can’t say he was really expecting to become a sex symbol at the age of fifty two and the peak of a divisive political career, but at this point, Britain was going to fancy pretty much anything.

**The Way You Kiss Me Will Work Each Time - multi-chapter, complete author(s): givemesumaurgravy pairing(s): Cal Price/Garrett Laughlin fandom(s): Simon vs the Homo Sapiens Agenda

“Fuck, you’re cute,” Cal says, though it’s quiet and Garrett can’t really be sure he’s heard him right.

And just like that two things become really clear to Garrett: One (1) Cal Price is really fucking attractive Two (2) Garrett would really like to kiss him

the world is watching - 4k, single chapter author(s): spraycansoul pairing(s): Eric Bittle/Jack Zimmermann fandom(s): Check, Please!

Or: five times Jack Zimmermann accidentally interrupted a vlog, and one time it was deliberate

Umbrella Shotgun - multi-chapter, complete author(s): Stratisphyre fandom(s): Kingsman pairing(s): Harry Hart | Galahad/Merlin/Gary “Eggsy” Unwin

Less than forty-eight hours after the total destruction of Statesman, Agent Tequila, Ginger Ale, and a reluctant lepidopterist find themselves in a tailor shop in Savile Row.

whispers of earl grey - 2k, single chapter author(s): wildenessat221b fandom(s): Good Omens pairing(s): Aziraphale/Crowley

The apocalypse was supposed to change the universe.

It didn't.

A cup of Earl Grey tea came far, far closer.

(crowley struggles after the averted apocalypse, until he doesn't anymore.)

With Care - 2.3k, single chapter author(s): angel_ponders fandom(s): Good Omens pairing(s): Aziraphale/Crowley

After the apocalypse, Aziraphale finds a kitten outside of his shop.

you messed my life (it’s some kinda wonderful) - 2.6k, single chapter author(s): mostlikelydefinitelymad fandom(s): Shadowhunters pairing(s): Simon Lewis/Raphael Santiago, Magnus Bane/Alec Lightwood

"I love you," Simon murmurs. "More than coffee," he adds with a grin.

For him it's the ultimate declaration of love because yeah, frappés. Raphael hopes he never gets used to the awkward comic relief that is Simon Lewis, hopes he wakes up every night to eyes reflecting love back at him and argues with him for an eternity.

**you taste like the fourth of july - 5k, single chapter author(s): canniballatrix fandom(s): Kingsman pairing(s): Harry Hart | Galahad/Gary “Eggsy” Unwin

It isn't as if he's ever had the time or inclination for pursuits of the romantic sort before...before Eggsy came along, all smart mouth and vulnerable eyes that he tried so hard to hide behind squared shoulders and an insouciantly tilted chin, and Harry had been helpless to deny him anything: and here Eggsy is, handing him his most tightly locked away fantasy on a fucking platter, soft and pliant and fucking perfect for him.

He's never loved anyone more in his life.

#the witcher #kingsman #shadowhunters #yuri on ice #good omens #mine #i didn't read as many fanfics this time around #fic rec #masterpost

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Constellations Against Skin

n.t.

“You hold him in your arms, a thousand stars in the bones of a man, and nobody could have thought you’d come so close to holding constellations against your skin.”

Dean Winchester X Reader; Castiel X Reader

Soulmate AU

[AO3] [Chapter List]

You start your new case with the boys and flirt your way into a crime scene. Dean seems stressed about something.

Five: Mask

You and Sam bolt awake at the exact same time the next morning, half past three.

You’re in a cold sweat, fire and grief rushing through your chest and holding your heart in a chokehold. You could hear your own heartbeat pounding too-loud in your ears and felt tears burning on the edge of your eyes.

And on the bed across from you was Sam, sat awake in exactly the same way, the glow of the neon sign outside outlining him in pale blue. His breaths came out in short, shallow pants, and if you’d bothered to look hard enough you would have seen the sheen of sweat and not-shed tears on him.

The two of you stared at each other for a moment.

"Did you-" He started, a concerned upturn taking over his brows before took a deep breath, seeming to steady himself. "Did you see all that?"

"Yeah," You said softly, throwing off your sheets and curling your arms around your knees. It was too hot all of a sudden. "Sorry."

You didn't know what else you could possibly say to him. Someone else's dream had never been so loud before - it completely ignored the charm you still wore around your neck, pounding against the inside of your skull like drums, almost desperate to escape. Unfamiliar energy permeated the thoughts like oil on a shirt that refused to wash out. But it was energy that wasn’t Sam’s. It felt like acid poured down your throat and the smell of blood, instead of sea-breeze and old parchment like you would expect of something coming out of Sam’s head.

Something real weird was going on here.

But you’d experienced the nightmare just as he had, regardless of where it came from.

So, yeah, you felt bad for feeling all of this. For reliving how his soulmate had died right in front of your eyes. Sam’s eyes. And that hadn’t been yours to see. But you felt like crying for her nonetheless, like his grief was your own, threatening to swallow you up. You were so going to puke if you didn’t calm down here.

There was a reason you wore the necklace. To prevent yourself from feeling everyone else's shit. You put your forehead on the clammy skin of your arms that were still resting against your knees, and took a few deep, shuddering breaths to steady yourself. You were okay. Your soulmate was not on fire on some dorm ceiling.

"Please don’t tell Dean." Sam's voice brought you out of yourself, and his voice sounded uncharacteristically small in the darkness of the early morning.

“That you had a nightmare?” You whispered back, sparing a glance at Dean - you were just barely able to make out his form near the TV stand, where he was currently sleeping like a log.

“I don’t want him to worry, okay?" Exasperated, tired and concerned all at once. "Please, just… leave it be.”

“Of course,” You murmured, staring blankly into the darkness and massaging at the tension coiled in your shoulders. “But how often does this happen, exactly?”

He was quiet for a moment, and almost sounded sheepish. “Almost every night,” You just barely caught the words. “Sorry.”

Great. Just your luck.

Even more reason to solve this case fast, you guess.

You scrunched up your whole face in an ugly way. “I guess we’re both sorry, huh?”

You figured you might as well do something and rolled out of bed, kneeling next to your bag and feeling around for the soft paper of an old book and a reading light.

“Yeah.” Sam stood up behind you and quietly padded to the bathroom, getting changed into gym clothes and leaving not long after. All he gave you was a quick, awkward wave goodbye before he went for a run.

You just sighed and settled into the crackley hotel sheets, opening your book and letting the familiar words relax you even as Dean snored in the background.

Sam still wasn’t back by five am, when you couldn't keep your eyes open anymore despite your resolution to wait up for him. But your head was bobbing up and down, eyes pulling closed like they were glued to lead weights, and you were falling asleep for seconds, maybe minutes at a time before jarring yourself back awake, just to repeat the cycle again.

Eventually your eyes sealed shut and you didn't open them again until the next morning.

…

But when you woke up to your alarm at six-thirty, cheek still smashed against the book you fell asleep on, Sam was already sitting at the tiny motel table, already up and dressed in his cheap FBI outfit. Probably didn’t get any more rest last night judging by the bags under his eyes.

How he pulled off the Fed thing with that hair was a mystery to you. He didn't even comb it back.

You yawned loudly and blearily pushed yourself up, rubbing the sleep out of your eyes. Dean was doing the same on the floor, cracking like ten joints as he stretched out. Ow.

He commented on his brother’s early start, and you said nothing. Minded your own business and unfolded your suit in silence, even when Dean asked him what was wrong. You weren’t one to spill personal business - not anymore. It was Sam’s job to deal with it, not yours.

Ever since you'd gotten back to hunting last year you'd been more tight-lipped than you'd ever been. Told yourself you would never tell secrets that weren’t yours ever again, unless keeping your mouth shut would get someone hurt. And Sam having nightmares wasn’t going to hurt anyone but you.

So you held your tongue.

Didn’t mean you weren’t worried about him, though, especially when you were going to suffer through it with him for the time being. But you didn’t know how much you could do to help even if you tried. As much you could do with your powers, you couldn’t stop nightmares. Just live through them.

You rubbed at the knot in your neck from falling asleep on your book and went to the bathroom, resolving as you brushed your teeth to be quick about this hunt. You were going to go crazy if you stayed with the Winchesters for too long, you just knew it, between sleep deprivation and near constant Dean-induced heart palpitations. You were so fucked.

Shrugging on your too-crisp white button up, you cringed at the feeling of the stiff cotton. It was unwavering, and wrinkled weirdly when you moved, and the whole Fed getup just made you feel like some goody-two-shoes local politician. Or like you were back in that relentless fucking Catholic school.

But dressing up was just as much as part of the job as anything else. Unfortunately. So you dealt with the indignity of wearing businessman's wool for the sake of the case. You weren't a coward. You could handle wearing a blazer for a few hours. Totally. Not a problem. Didn’t make you want to shake out of your skin at all.

Then you reached for your boring, standard government-issue gun - your normal piece was actually nice to look at, but was too flashy - and nestled it beside the front of your hip bone. You preferred your normal leather side holster, but this thin spandex junk was the only thing that fit under the damn suit. Stupid.

“So do we have a story as to why there’s three of us?” You raised your voice loud enough for the boys to hear you through the bathroom door as you scrubbed a bit of ink off of your face. “Or do I have to think of it myself?”

A short pause.

“We could just tell the truth,” Sam rang from the bedroom as you started wrestling with your hair. How had it even done that? “That it’s your first case back after you were injured. Keep it simple.”

“I don’t wanna seem incompetent or something, though.” You frowned and dabbed on a bit of makeup. Just enough to be convincing. You'd never been super great at it - being on the road left you with few opportunities to practice, and there was only so much room in your bag. So you kept it simple. Professional. “Maybe I’m a criminal profiler.”

“We’re the agents and you’re the shrink? That could work.” That was Dean, eloquent as always. He hadn't looked you in the eye yet, still, but you were shoving your frustration aside for the sake of peace. Again. Old habits, you supposed. "You know enough psychobabble for that?"

"Honey, I grew up surrounded by foster kids." You smiled smugly and sauntered out of the bathroom in your dark, tailored suit: straight-leg pants that fit you perfectly and blazer that pulled in at the waist without being restrictive. You didn’t wear a tie. You wouldn’t wear a tie under threat of death. "I know all the psychobabble."

Then you sat on the bed while Dean took his turn, pulling on your classic men’s dress shoes, in a size that actually fit you, with the best insoles you could afford slipped into them. God only knew if you would need to run in these bad boys. You were not wearing heels to a ghost hunt, even if they made you feel sexy.

You ignored the quirked brow in your direction from Dean on his way past you, trying not to think about everything that could be running through his head. If he wanted to be weird you would let him. You would just drink your coffee in silence and not look at each other at all. Perfectly normal.

Though you did almost have a heart attack when Dean walked out a few minutes later in a suit of his own. Hoo boy. Just imagine how good he would look in a decent tux. The cheap thing he was wearing now did almost nothing for him, but the thought of grabbing his tie and pulling him into a heated kiss practically made you salivate.

It was fucking pavlovian how you reacted to this man. It was starting to get stupid.

You were starting to wonder if you actually should’ve taken this case.

You took a deep breath and fought the urge to offer to buy the boys new, nicer suits. You swallowed it down with your shitty motel coffee. That would be light-years beyond weird. Normal people didn't bring co-workers to tailors to get them expensive suits.

Not like you hadn't done it before, but still. You were trying to distance yourself from shit like that. And your cash flow was a joke compared to before.

You just turned around too quickly and grabbed your notepad, catching Sam's raised-eyebrow smirk all the way from the door. His eyes glinted and you swore that he was chuckling under his breath.

Asshole thought this was funny. You shoved your way past him and your face felt hot.

He was so on to you.

Thankfully you were at the crime scene not long after that, thanks to Dean’s reckless driving. It was an old, cute, Victorian style home turned frat-house, with more than enough rooms for the small chapter. Crime scene tape cordoned off the otherwise empty front porch from the jarringly normal neighborhood around you. The eerie, oppressive kind of normal.

A young, blonde police officer with an undercut stood in front of the house like a sentry, thumbs hooked in her belt loops as she scrutinized everyone walking past. Including you.

Her name plate read Officer Wilson. And she... was very buff. And had a hell of a jawline.

You ignored the fact she could probably bench lift you, and how that made your insides melt into a pile of useless gay goop, and let Dean talk to her instead. He flashed his badge at her and you and Sam followed suit. “Agent Buck, FBI. These are Agents Stipe and Mills. We need access to the crime scene.”

“We didn’t get any calls about the FBI comin’ up here.” She narrowed her eyes at the three of you, the same dissecting gaze from before falling across you. Then she paused suddenly, brown eyes shooting sharp like daggers at Dean. “And don’t you normally come in pairs?”

“We sent notice yesterday,did it not go through?” Sam handed her a card, smiling placatingly in that way he does. “You can call our supervisor, if you really need to, but he’s very busy and I don’t think he would be too happy.”

She made a humming noise in the back of her throat, obviously unconvinced.

Time to turn up the charm, then. You had a good feeling about this.

“Hi, Officer Wilson, right? I’m Agent Mills! It's a shame to meet in such unfortunate circumstances, but I can't say I regret it.” You put on your best charming smile and shot her a wink, flipping your hair slightly and tilting your head in what you hoped was an appealing manner. “I’m actually the reason we’re here. You see, I’m a psychoanalyst. Agents Buck and Stipe are here to investigate while I build a profile. This might be connected to a case in Louisiana, and it’s essential that we see the crime scene and autopsy in person.” You leaned in conspiratorially, voice low, like you’re not supposed to be telling her this, before you lightly rested your hand on her forearm. You caught the way her eyes wandered downward, stopping to linger on your best features. There was a reason you'd gotten this suit fitted the way you did, after all. You licked your lips to get her attention back on your face. “Have to be sure we don’t have a murderer crossing state lines. You understand.”

She half-heartedly looked at your ID one more time before her lips spread into a coy smile, and she nodded towards the door. “Of course, Agent,” She moved over and unlocked it, before leading you three up the creaky stairs to the primary crime scene - Corey’s pigsty of a bedroom. “Let me know if you need anything else, Agent Mills.” She gave you a lingering look, her hand brushing your arm gently as she left the room and you just about died on the spot, swallowing hard.

You saw how Sam eyed the exchange with furrowed brows. You didn't catch Dean's burning look behind you.

Well, that was one way to get inside a crime scene.

When she was back outside Sam turned to you while Dean hurried off to the other side of the room. “How did you know that would work?"

"Educated guess." You shrugged, tilting your head and peering at the dried blood on the sheets instead of facing the relatively minor heat of his gaze. It had crusted up on either side of where the body was before the coroner got their hands on it, forming two distinct blobs on the bed.

Sam didn't seem very convinced.

You busied yourself by rummaging around the cluttered moving boxes, looking for anything that might tell you why Corey was targeted. Dean's EMF was going nuts in the corner, and you pulled out yours to see if you could find anything the ghost might've touched directly, apart from the bed, which sent the thing haywire.

The cardboard boxes full of random shit were barely registering at all. Nothing on his desk seemed out of place, all normal. It wasn't until you moved to the nightstand that your meter really started screaming.

Woah.

You hovered around, trying to hone in on what was making it go off so much, until you landed on a scrap of fabric. You picked it up with furrowed brows, turning it over in your hands.

A face mask?

A cloth face mask with Oni-style teeth, like something a k-pop artist would wear.

Now why did that seem familiar?

"It seems like Corey here wasn't as nice as everyone thinks." Sam's said from off to your right, interrupting your thoughts. Your eyebrows shot up as you turned to see him holding a shoebox in one hand and a photo in the other. He held one up so you could see. "Upskirts."

“Dude, you didn’t need to show me that.” You wrinkled your nose. Gross.

Sam just shrugged at you.

"We've had ghosts target people for their secrets before," Dean called from the window, thankfully interrupting the exchange, and still looking for whatever was making the EMF spike over by him. "We thinking something like that?"

You sighed and ran your hand through your hair, messing it up from it's professional look and immediately regretting it. Now you would have to find a mirror, damn it. "I guess it'll depend on what kind of suspicious deaths we can find in the area."

"That sounds like a good job for you guys!" Dean clapped and shot some finger guns at you and Sam.

No.

You stood up and put a hand on your hip. "I've just spent the last month and a half doing research." You pointed a finger at him, and you knew you looked like some lame mom scolding their child but you didn’t really care. "I'm going to the autopsy."

Sam sighed behind you, seemingly resigned to his fate. "I'll hit up the library, you guys go to the ME's office."

"Are you sure?"

Now you felt bad.

Sam nodded. "Yeah, whatever."

"You're the best, dude," You grinned stupidly. It should not make you this happy to see a dead body, honestly. But you'd never claimed to be the most sane person on the planet.

On your way out Officer Wilson gave you a cheeky smile and some waggled eyebrows. You winked back at her, trying not to feel smug.

Sam was giving you that weird look again and you flushed, turning to the car and not looking back.

Oh no. You needed to turn down your flirt. Shit. They didn't need to know you played for both teams. You didn't need to be rejected as soon as you found friends.

So you stayed quiet all the way to the autopsy, even after you left Sam to wade through public records by himself at the library. Dean wasn’t feeling too chatty either, his hands gripping the steering wheel tight and tension in his whole body.

You nervously picked at the pilling wool fibers on your pants. Maybe he’d heard you and Sam last night. Or maybe you were bad at keeping your blush down when confronted with buff women. Maybe both. Either way you felt the nerves taking up the space where air should’ve been inside your lungs.

The ME's Office was nestled in a corner between a scuzzy looking record shop and a barely-standing post office. As soon as you walked in the smell of formaldehyde hit you like a truck, making your lips curl and eyes water. Great.

That always bode well for a place's hygiene standards, at least, if not their consideration for the living.

It was easy enough to talk yourself into the back to see the body; the clerk didn't even care enough to look at your IDs. Wasn't paid enough to give a shit, you guessed. And the place didn't get much funding from the look of it.

Only about half the noisy fluorescent lights even worked, and the floor tiles needed a hell of a wash. Dark brown stains of God knows what caked thick in the grout. Eugh. There goes your hope that the smell meant they actually disinfected the place.

You were so dousing yourself in hand sanitizer when you got back to the motel. You would think with all the college money coming in the town could afford better facilities, but you'd never put it past Bureaucracy to be inefficient.

The Medical Examiner, Dr. Elliot, was pushing eighty years old and hunched over so far he almost resembled a candy cane. His hands were gnarled with arthritis but didn't shake so much as a hair's width. His scraggly white hair looked ready to roll off his head and become a tumbleweed. Like Doc Brown plus fifteen or so years.

"It's about time!" He smiled so wide his dentures almost popped out when he saw you two walk in and you bit back a laugh. "It's not every day we get a good murder. I was expecting the FBI to show up days ago."

You wouldn't mention that the murder only happened a day and a half ago.

"...Right," Dean smiled good naturedly as Dr. Elliot pulled Corey Matheson's body from a metal drawer. "It's been a while since the last murder in town, then?"

"Oh yes, not since the Homecoming of ninety-two. Nasty business, two football players who took a fight off the field. The poor kid from Mountain State had a massive brain hemorrhage and died a full two days later." He sighed and pulled down the sheet covering the body. "Poor boys didn't even see it coming."

"And what was the cause of death here?" You leaned in to look at the victim's face. Only five or so years younger than you but he just looked like a kid. A creepy kid, but still a damn kid. "And I'll need to take a few photos myself for my notes."

"Go ahead," he waved at the body and walked back over to his desk, grabbing his report from a filing cabinet. You pulled out your Polaroid camera from your messenger bag and shot a picture of the wound cut into Corey's face - a smile from one ear to the other.

"Cause of death was exsanguination. Out of the nine stab wounds to the torso, three hit the heart, and another four hit major veins and arteries. He would've bled out in less than a minute." He gestured to the face. "Facial lacerations caused after death, and not with a scalpel. Maybe a kitchen knife or other relatively dull cutting instrument. No wounds anywhere else on him."

"That's odd," You pressed your lips into a thin line at that, brows almost touching. "No defensive wounds?"

"None to be seen. Fit as a fiddle but for the fact he's dead."

"Right." You let out a snort through your nose before coughing into your elbow to cover it up. "Thank you for your help."

"Oh, no problem at all! I'm always happy to have visitors!"

You matched his smile, turning back to give him a tiny wave on the way out.

There was a niggling feeling in the back of your mind. A familiar ring to the gruesome smile cut into a face that sent your thoughts reeling, wracking through memories of your old cases for anything similar.

You turned to Dean as he pulled out of the lot. "Does any of this feel oddly familiar to you?"

He shrugged and shook his head. He seemed a bit less tense than earlier. "Not more than any other case."

You hummed, sinking back into the depths of your memories, thinking over the case the whole drive to the motel.

Sam was there when you got back, eyes half-glazed from staring at the computer for so long. He must’ve walked back from the library by himself.

"Find anything?" Dean shrugged off his jacket and you tried not to stare at his arms.

"Just that Corey had some complaints in high school that didn't lead anywhere." He pinched the bridge of his nose, then rubbed at his sinuses. You moved over to your nightstand, grabbing at a small bag on top. "No murders that match, though. Or suicides."

“Like, at all?” Dean’s eyebrows went quirky.

“No,” Sam continued as you rifled through your med pack for some Tylenol. Your leg felt like it was on fire - you would have to try and walk less tomorrow. “But he has a sister that goes to Pikes. Working on her Asian Studies Masters. Works as a TA year-round.”

“Asian Studies?” Dean had a stupid, dopey look on his face. “Sounds like my kinda deal.”

You rolled your eyes.

“Dude.” Sam sounded like he was about to start something, but you started talking before he could.

“We should talk to her, then,” You said plainly, finally finding the meds and swallowing them dry - you’d gotten used to it. You wiped your mouth and started again. “Maybe we can see if something from their hometown hitched a ride. Is she on-campus?”

Sam glanced at the computer for a moment before looking back at you. “No, she lives in an apartment on the other side of town.”

You stood up with a wince, grabbing all your things again even though you’d just sat down. “Let's go then.”

“Woah, there, Speedy Gonalez,” Dean eyed your right leg and you crossed your arms defensively. “Why don’t we wait a bit and have some lunch?”

You huffed, sitting down on your bed again. “Sure. Whatever.”

You weren’t going to fight him on this, but you weren’t going to say you were in pain.

He clapped his hands. “Alright, are we thinking the diner up the street?”

A sigh and a nod from Sam, leaving you outvoted no matter what you said.

Greasy diner food it was.

A/N: Hm, jeez, I wonder why Dean is so tense. Lol my poor babies.

This chapter brought to you by sheer force of will. This thing did not want to be written. Been banging my head against a wall for a week trying to get it longer than a thousand words. My college has switched to online for the rest of the semester and that's... been something. My seventy-five year old geography professor delayed the test because he doesn't know how our online system works. So here's to hoping it's not a horrible, scrambled mess when it does come out.

So, anyone have ideas or predictions? And what have you been occupying your time with in self-isolation? I've picked Pokemon back up and have taken up cross-stitch!

As always, thank you so much for reading, and have a nice day! <3

#supernatural x reader #soulmate au #dean x reader #dean winchester x reader #Castiel x reader #supernatural #c.a.s.#chaptered #longfic #reader #tw nightmares #x reader

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Warnings: None

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Jeon Jungkook

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Length of story: 13.8k words

Warnings: None

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Generation by jimlingss II ❀ ☆ ☾ ♡ ✓

Summary: Humanity is held by the arms of temptation, always sinning. In order to keep the world from being consumed by evil and keep it balanced between good and bad - a sin collector exists, purging black orbs from people’s souls.

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Warnings: Major character death, violence

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Length of story: 8 parts/38.3k words

Warnings: Violence

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devnny · 5 years

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CHAPTER TWO.

JTRM — THE “R” STANDS FOR RECOVERING!

PREVIOUSLY.

This is it fellas; the MEAT, the starting point that actually matters. It's all a damn mess hereafter. Devi, babey... forgive me, the Hell begins now! (And Johnny... please fucking behave yourself.)

Dear Diary,

I’m back from vacation.

I have a date FUCK meeting with Devi. Yes, that Devi. Weird, no?

She grew a head-thing too, but she can control it, and she’s going to try and help me do that too… We’ll see how well that works out. She yells a lot… scary.

I haven’t totally given up on my emotional enema idea, though! Just gotta work on my temper. Why does everything have to be so aggravating?

3:00PM:

“I must be out of my fucking mind, Tenna.”

“I thought you just got over being out of your mind.” Tenna replied from the couch, squeaking Spooky as punctuation to her sentence.

“Don’t chastise me.” Devi moaned, loosely draped over her armchair. “Sickness has nothing on Nny.”

She dragged herself into an upright position to continue her complaints.

“AN ART LESSON FOR A MURDEROUS LUNATIC, yeah, innovative idea there, Devi!” She cried to the gods in vain. No gods could save her from the bed she’d made so neatly for herself.

“Maybe he won’t show up?” Tenna tilted her head further off of the couch in an attempt to make eye contact with her forlorn companion. Devi only melted further down her seat.

“That’s my only hope.” She sighed. “But knowing my luck, he’ll show up with a bouquet of severed hands for me. God it was so… weird talking to him again. Besides the topic being about personal insanity and death, it was sorta like old times.”

Tenna sat up to stare at her skeptically.

“Don’t tell me you missed him.”

“NO, no! Nothing as stupid as that.” Devi insisted. “Well, I mean, I did miss the Nny I thought I knew, but that’s kinda “sucks to suck”, seeing as that Nny wasn’t… really him.”

“And what if that was the real him? And you’re going to slowly scrape Mister Nice-guy out of his skull with your bare hands, like some kind of monkey artist-therapist combo?”

“I doubt that even more.”

Devi got up from her chair to scoop up the art tablet that was besmirched with Johnny’s drawing from off of the coffee table. The little stick figure he scribbled down had stayed there, mocking her, since his creator had left in the early morning hours. Johnny had only shared a couple of his “Happy Noodle Boy” comics with her long ago, likely because he was embarrassed about them. He had said he used to paint and sketch very detailed pieces, but as “something” – which she now knew was the “Doughboys” and wall-demon, and whatever else was involved with these brain parasites – overtook him, he lost all ability to create beyond these meager doodles. She couldn’t imagine a more horrid fate for a creative. For herself.

To some degree, she pitied him, but then she would remember he that tried to murder her and felt a lot less pity. Even if she understood now that he was hapless pawn, set forth to do obscene violence in the name of some otherworldly creature, all that said about him was that he was too weak-willed to stubbornly commit to his art the way she had – so could she even help someone like that?

It was irrelevant, she decided, since his new little “voice” wanted to involve her in his scheme to eat the last remaining bits of Johnny’s brain. If she didn’t try and aid him now, he would probably just manifest in a couple of months to try and either murder her or… worse.

She shook her head. Disgusting!

“I don’t have a choice with this Tenna.” Devi grumbled. “Or rather, I guess I do, and I’m choosing to deal with this now, instead of trusting Nny to have any mental wherewithal to fight this off and not turn into a puppet again.”

“That’s very brave of you, Devi. You’re an inspiration.” Tenna joked, wiping a fake tear away. Devi groaned.

“Thanks. Now get out of here, before the creature himself shows up.” She tossed the tablet back onto the table haphazardly. “I know how he acts around me, relatively anyway, but I don’t need extra company throwing him off-balance, and this ends up a double murder.”

“Okayyy, but if things get hairy, give me a code, like, three stomps on the floor, or eerie silence, or something, and I’ll call the cops!” She grinned from the doorway.

“WHAT GOOD WOULD IT DO!?” Devi steamed and slammed the door shut. She still had very bitter feelings about the city’s useless police force – demon intervention or not.

6:01PM:

Johnny sat with his knees up under his chin in the driver’s seat of his car. He pressed his shins against the steering wheel anxiously while he tried to think about what to do. He had gone home and bummed around – the house was still as he’d left it, only dustier, which was to be expected -- until the afternoon, after which he started panicking like the madman he was. What the hell was he supposed to do, actually show up to this thing against his wishes? An ‘art lesson’ with that intimidating woman that he didn’t particularly enjoy being around anymore, mostly because she berated him with scathing honesty now!? Ridiculous!

Yet he was here, parked behind a 24/7, less than a block from her apartments, at the time she requested he come. Curse her, and curse her rightness about all of this. He didn’t want to go.

Hesitantly he moved a hand over and grabbed a small bag of his own art supplies from home. Nothing fancy, but he preferred his own pens for inking comics, as he knew how they performed. Small increments of control was better than none, after all.

Johnny, bag clutched to his chest, exited his vehicle and kicked the door shut. As he walked from the alleyway to the sidewalk that lead to Devi’s building, he questioned all the uncertainties that he was headed directly towards.

The most basic of those worries was his timing for this meeting – arriving early was out of the question, but he had arrived almost exactly on time, which also seemed kind of pathetic. He hated getting caught up in these sort of social dilemmas – but since it involved another person, and one that he kinda-sorta respected in the highest regard, he wanted to make a good impression! What if she was irritated that he was even a minute late? Or what if that made him look totally creepy, and arriving loosely around 6:00PM was more of what she imagined? Stupid social cues!

Amongst his inner-monologuing, he failed to realize how close he was to Devi’s apartment until he was at the steps of the building. He cursed to himself, then treaded up into the lobby and checked the time on the digital wall clock that hung lopsided by the elevators. 6:14PM.

“Shit.” Johnny mumbled again. He didn’t want to hurry if this was supposed to be a casual timeframe, but he didn’t want to doddle either! He decided to take the stairs, but briskly.

FOUR FLOORS UP:

Devi had just started to think that the glimmer of a chance that Johnny wouldn’t show up was plausible, when the door knock came.

“Shit.” She griped from the kitchen. Her chest heaved out a sigh, and she aggressively set down her glass of water on the counter. This was going to be a long night, surely.

A few short strides to the door, and she opened it up to her expected guest. At least he didn’t have a bouquet of human limbs.

“Hi.” Johnny shot her a sideways smile. Devi did her best to hold in any unhappy noises, and tried to force what little optimism she had out from the very bottom of her soul.

“Hey, Nny.” She replied, only a little dryly. Johnny smiled wider at that.

“No bat tonight?” He pointed to her bare right hand. Devi looked down to it, then back at him.

“Don’t tempt me.” She stepped aside and let him in, hoping that the act wasn’t just as good as signing her death certificate. Johnny strolled in much too casually for her liking, but she ignored that, hoping to put off any bursts of maniacal rantings from him as long as she could.

Johnny looked around her apartment, like a normal house guest might, seeing as he was one this time. He inspected a few of her paintings with a thoughtful smile on his face and his hands crossed behind his back, still clutching his pencil bag. Devi’s eyebrow ticked in annoyance.

“I didn’t really get a good look at your apartment last night. It’s nice. Very you.” He hummed.

“Thanks.”

“These are your paintings aren’t they? I like them.”

“Thank you, Nny.” Devi rolled her eyes tiredly. “Can we focus here, a little bit?”

“I’m only trying to be polite! You were so kind to invite me back despite desperately wanting to smash my skull in yesterday.” He smiled at her again, almost arrogant, as though trapping her in small talk was a necessary evil, and if he had to suffer this social outing, so did she. Devi snorted.

“Your immense politeness is noted. Now let’s get on to what you’re here for.” She tilted her chin in his direction as she walked by, leading him further into the living room. She sat with a leg tented up on the floor, and Nny followed, sitting across from her with his feet together.

“I see you came prepared for this. That’s good.” She noted the little bag in his lap, choosing to assume it was art supplies and nothing sinister. Johnny grinned while Devi took up the same drawing pad from the night previous. He eagerly opened the pouch to spill out his pens and pencils onto the table. Devi held in any relief that she was right in her assumption.

“So. You just want me to draw?”

“Yeah.”

“And you really think that’s the key thing here?” Johnny questioned skeptically.

“Sickness always talked about how annoying my work ethic was for her. While she was trying to form, I guess, I was using too much of my brain for painting stuff, so she couldn’t grow right, or quickly, or whatever.”

“I see…” Johnny brought a knuckle up to his mouth. “So it’s not so much using your brain, but using it for creative endeavors? Writing, drawing, thinking?”

“Seems like it.” Devi leaned back on her palms. “And to a further extent, not giving in to the temptation of sitting around and doing nothing. There were times where all day I’d be thinking; “I need to work, I need to work”, but I just sat there on the couch thinking about it, never actually got up and did anything, which is what she wanted. For you, it was probably a little different, seeing as – as far as I know – the only supernatural thing that lived in the apartments besides Sickness was the psychic fat of a morbidly obese woman.”

“…What?”

“Nevermind.” Devi looked around before settling her eyes on the paper again. “Just draw, for like, an hour. I need to get some work done too, so I’ll just sketch concept crap while you do that.”

“What should I draw?” Johnny inquired while he jammed the eraser of his pencil up against his gumline.

“I can’t tell you that, that defeats the purpose.” She sighed. “Just, draw a comic, I don’t know. It doesn’t have to make any fucking sense, just something.”

“HAH!” Johnny laughed. “Well I have good news about my Happy Noodle Boy comics, then.”

He seemed a little more enthused at that and pulled the tablet in his direction, before hunching over the table and skritching away at the paper beneath him. Devi watched him curiously a moment before returning to her art room to retrieve her own sketchbook.

45 MINUTES IN:

Devi looked up from her perch on her armchair at her struggling ‘student’. She’d already watched him wad up and throw three separate sheets of paper around him, and he was looking more unhinged the less his drawings were coming out like he wanted. Johnny stared at his current page with his lips pursed and his eyebrows furrowed tightly. As he lifted a hand up to the spiral of the tablet, Devi interrupted him.

“Ah.” She scolded. “Keep going.”

“But it’s STUPID. It makes no SENSE.” He argued at her from the floor.

“I told you that’s fine. Don’t get frustrated on the details, it’s fine if it looks like crap as long as you finish.”

“IT’S NOT!”

“Nny.” Devi’s eyelids lowered, indicating as ungently as possible that she wasn’t budging on the subject. Johnny responded with collapsing across the table dramatically.

“THIS IS TOO ANNOYING, I WON’T CONTINUE.” He seethed. “I’m going to the 24/7 and getting a Brain-Freezy!!”

“No, you are not. Finish your stupid comic, you only have like, ten minutes until ‘break time’ anyway.”

“YOU CAN’T MAKE ME STAY!” He screamed back, raising up to glare at her with his hands flat on the table. “I’M TIRED of being controlled, this is idiotic!!”

Devi frowned and set her sketchbook aside.

“Don’t be such a baby!” She chided him. “Think of the goal you’re working towards, you moron! Complaining about not being free when working toward freedom? HELLO?”

Johnny kicked his legs out and let himself fall backwards onto the floor, glaring at the ceiling as though it had called him a slew of cusswords. After a few moments of heaving breaths, Devi watched his chest slow to childlike huffing.

“But… I HATE it, Devi. I HATE IT!” Johnny clenched his fists tightly. “I hardly even enjoy drawing these ASININE Noodle Boys anymore!! I want to draw the way I used to, and this just reminds me that I can’t!! Sometimes it’s still fun, but mostly it SUCKS! COMPLETELY SUCKS!”

“Jeezus… don’t look at it like that, Nny.” She sighed. Tenna joked about her being a therapist monkey, but that was barely an exaggeration if this was going to be how things went every encounter. “Look at your scribbles like the first step back to your previous talent, not a continuous path of stagnant shit you have to walk. I swear, Johnny, this is going to help.”

She hoped that she was swearing to something she could actually bolster, especially after Johnny rolled his head over to give her an immensely forlorn expression. After a moment he sighed and sat back up, lamely picking up his pencil to continue drawing. Devi watched him again, a pinch uncomfortable with the sudden seriousness of the mood, and tried to think of something funny to say.

“Well,” She picked up her work again. “I guess if all else fails, you can just die again.”

Anyone else might have thought the comment cruel, but Johnny burst into a fit of muffled hysterics. Devi smiled against herself, but did her best to hide it behind her sketchbook. Johnny’s giggling tapered off as he settled his hand back onto the page he was working on.

“You know,” He began as he started scribbling. “the funniest thing about the whole dying incident… the method was so stupid.”

“I told you about the RadioShack arm and all of that, but the way I rigged it, it shouldn’t have ever worked! It was hooked up to the phone, and would activate when I got a phone call, but wouldn’t actually go off until I picked up the receiver and said “hello” into it. As Psycho-Doughboy so kindly said, it was a load of shit! I never get calls, not even wrong numbers, and especially not at 2 o’clock in the fuck-all morning!”

Devi’s hand stopped moving mid-stroke, her eyes wide. Johnny didn’t notice, and continued speaking while he drew.

“But, out of all the shit luck I’ve had, the phone rings, right then, right when I was screaming with the Doughboys, saying I was calling the whole thing off! Now that I think about it… I don’t know why I didn’t just… not pick it up – BUT, thank fuck I did, right?”

Devi remained silent, her throat suddenly, and increasingly, dry. It couldn’t be, it just could not be. Her mind raced; maybe it was wrong, she was mistaken – but there was no way, it fit too well. All she heard was that fucking “hello”, then a bang – a gunshot. A thud. A scream. If Johnny was still talking now, she couldn’t hear him.

“It was me.” She said suddenly, bringing Johnny out of his thought.

“Huh?”

“…It… was me. It was me, I was the one that called you that night.” Devi’s widened eyes lifted to stare at him as she spoke. “Tenna said… I was just… checking if you still lived there.”

Her mumblings died off as her eyes wandered away from Johnny’s face to bore into the drywall across the room. Johnny blinked, barely processing what she was saying.

“What? You called me that night, Devi?” He wondered only briefly how she could know it was that exact night, but quickly rationalized that he hadn’t received any other phone calls besides that one, before or since. It was Devi. His eyes grew impossibly larger as the reality of it dawned on him.

He stood up, unable to keep still with the sudden surge of energy pulsing throughout his body.

“You, you – YOU called me Devi!” He paced as he handled the information. “You did – oh my God, I can’t believe I never thought of this before!”

Devi’s attention made it’s way back to her now manic guest, and she watched him uncomfortably from her seat. Johnny smiled uneasily, holding his head while he walked.

“The entire reaction, I gave the reaction the credit for removing those shitty horrors from me, but I never thought of the action! The call itself! It wasn’t just the GUNSHOT, it wasn’t just DYING, it was that phone call! MORE IMPORTANTLY, it was the one that placed that phone call!! My God, all this time I’ve been ambling around, a slave free from his shackles, thrust into a world unknown, when the KNOWING was right there!! It was so obvious!”

He stopped his frantic pacing to kneel into a lunge at the foot of Devi’s armchair, startling her further into the fabric of it’s back. Johnny grabbed the corners of her sketchbook, which she was using as a pathetic shield between her frazzled self and the man before her, and he smiled wide with excitement.

“Oh, Devi! Devi it was always YOU – who else would it be!? Who else COULD it be!” Johnny breathed through a laugh. “Devi, you KILLED ME.”

She could only stare at him in silent horror. It wasn’t like she meant to kill him! She did say that she wished he would die for making her like him so much and then letting her down so horrendously but – Christ, it wasn’t meant to be so literal! She didn’t want to be the cause of it! If he wanted to just go vaporize and leave her alone, that’s what she would have preferred back then. Johnny didn’t seem to realize her discomfort on the gruesome truth to his ‘demise’.

“You stripped me of those wretched little monsters – even the WALL-THING!” His smile didn’t waver. “I should have known; there was a reason you escaped! No, a reason I MET you!”

Devi wanted to interrupt before he convinced himself of some soulmates bullshit, but her throat felt clogged, and nothing would come out.

“And here you are, helping me again… Fuck’s sake, I’ve been so foolish! So BLIND!” Johnny’s fingers gripped onto her sketchbook harder, pulling it down so the top was under his chin as he leaned in further. “All this time, it was always you; you made me happy, you escaped, you released me of that Hell!! If fate’s a real thing, THIS is it! How else would I get aligned with the one person, after all of that previous shit, that has the mental fortitude to withstand an attack from those disgusting vermin!?”

“J… Johnny.” Devi managed finally, through her barely functioning jaw. The sound of her voice seemed to reel him in a ways, and he slid back to sit on his heel expectantly, but with a much less wild look in his eyes.

“Oh, I beg you, please don’t be nervous Devi! I don’t hold any resentment for your hand in my death, not at all!” He chuffed. “And I’m so sorry for… for yelling, and being an overall pain in your ass since visiting you. I swear, after this, that’s it! Whatever you say, goes.”

Devi blinked in surprise at that. Was he honestly pledging his loyalty out of sheer gratitude that she inadvertently kind-of murdered him? She could only stare at his eager eyes, unsure of whether to be horribly afraid of this new measure of weirdness in their relationship, or to feel safer in that she was his so-proclaimed Angel of Death.

“Um… uh…” She tried to think of something to say, but was still panicking internally. “Um, y-y’know what, Nny?”

She hated how his head perked up, like he was waiting on her word.

“A uh… a Brain-Freezy sounds good, actually. You wanna go grab us a couple while I… think about what kind of existential bullshit I’m experiencing right now?”

“YUM. Yes, okay! I will!” His smile pulled up on one side, letting his gums peak out, before he ran to the door. He halted abruptly and turned to her again. “Is Cherry Doom okay? That’s the flavor I get.”

“Yeah.” Devi didn’t even think about her answer, and watched him leave with an uncertain, disturbed look in her eyes. She melted unceremoniously against the chair, arms and legs splayed out, and continued to stare at nothing in particular. She didn’t want Johnny to like her so immensely -- she didn’t even want for him to like her much at all! The way this was going, she might be stuck with him as long as his gratitude lasts. How long could the frenzied gratefulness of a homicidal maniac last, exactly?

NEXT.

#devi: it cant last that long right???? right?#jtrm #mine #devnny #now i can write the fun parts #aka: leash #chapter

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