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Day 4: Hanahaki
Sometimes it takes time to stop choking on your words.
#sanuso#usosan#one piece#sanji#usopp#see alt text for explenation#i spelt that wrong but i just have so many thoughts about them you guys#i love them so much
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Braindead Reviews
The Walking Dead: Season 4
Overall thoughts:
Daryl brain rot.
Fuck the Governor.
What kind of ending is that!!!
S4, ep 1
They’ve made the prison look good man
Oh damn it’s a full community
That’s so cool
They’ve got a mini farm and vegetable crops holy shit
Carl naming a pig even though they’re gonna have to kill it for food
Everyone greeting Daryl and him not knowing what the fuck to do with that
“Just so you know, I liked you first.” Carol I love you
HES SO AWKWARD I LOVE HIM
THE AGGRESSIVE FINGER LICKING DARYL PLEASE
The longer hair is lookin good damn
How’d they make my man finer
“Sorry, Pookie” CAROL MY BELOVED
He is now my Pookie
Always and forever Pookie
TYRESE AND MAMA STILINSKI ?!?!?!?
BETH AND RANDO ?!?!?!?
“It’s a damn romance novel.” Its ok Pookie, you’re just lonely
Michonne on a horse.. is there anything this lady can’t do ??
Michonne bringing back comics for Carl - mother
“Your face is losing the war.” YES PLEASE SHAVE IT BACK A BIT
She’s looking for the Governor and I get it but please stay safe my love
“Dad, that’s for kids.” You are the kids Carl.
Holy shit she’s a person
Not the kids naming the walkers
HOMICIDE COP 🤣🤣🤣
DARYL FUCKING WITH HIM 🤣🤣🤣🤣
Oh holy crap - the helicopter crash and shit on the roof
Michonne killing the cardboard cutout of the zombie in the shop
Ex-army medic guy is kinda weird
Jesus christ dude that’s one way to get the walkers attention
Oh shit not the roof caving in
Idk how I feel about the chick in the woods
Oh YUCK the scalp being left on the floor as the walker gets up
Beths rando getting killed shit
Carol teaching the kids how to defend themselves during Story Time
Maggie thought she was pregnant ?!?!?!?
Daryl telling Beth - how was he the best person for that job
“Just tired of losing people is all.” Pookie
DOES HE NOT KNOW HOW TO HUG
Oh god there’s a sickness in the prison
DON’T USE THE COMMUNAL WATER DICKHEAD YOU’LL GET EVERYONE SICK
OH SHIT
HE’S DEAD
S4, ep 2
WHOS LURING THE WALKERS TO THE PRISON
Tyrese please don’t sing
Please don’t let Mama Stilinski die
Glenn taking a polaroid of Maggie and refusing to throw it away my loves I adore them
Michonne is that boys mother, you can’t tell me otherwise
“It ain’t a breech.” No it’s not pookie
Jesus that’s so many dead
Carol having to kill that man and his eldest daughter deciding to do it
Daryl knowing that one of the dead locked himself in cause he used to sleep walk
“Gotta be.” Pookie you can say you’re not ok
The mans 2 daughters are fucken weird
Michonne not wanting to hold Judith - hmm, I have thoughts
MICHONNE CRYING
IDSVUDSJKVNDS
NO THE POOR PIGS FUCK
WHYD THAT MAKE ME CRY
THEIR PANICKED SQUEALING
NO
PLEASE NO
THEY BURNT MAMA STILINSKI AND THE OTHER DUDE ?!?!?!?!
S4, ep 3
Daryl stopping Rick and Carol from stepping in with Tyrese
Rick and Tyrese fighting
Sasha getting sick fuck
“He’s already given me fleas.” 🤣🤣🤣🤣
Tyrese dude, she’s dead and its an apocalypse, keep others alive before you hunt down whoever burnt her
GOD
NO
NOT GLENN
PLEASE NO
Daryl working on the car.. fuck
“Put a bolt in them for what they did.” Please do pookie
Why am I suspicious of the child ???
Carl’s growing up
“What’s that word?” “Zananavere” “Yeah, we need you.” So real for that - yes, I spelt it wrong
A voice on the radio
THATS A LOT OF WALKERS HOLY SHIT
“Make a run for the woods and don’t stop for nothing.” Daryl baby, if they don’t stop for you, ill kill them
Why is tyrese just sitting there? Run boy
Not him sacrificing himself for the others
HE’S ALIVE
Wait
CAROL burnt them
Holy shit
S4, ep 4
Daryl taking something back for the people at the prison - for a grave
Michonne’s smile
Of course Daryl can Hotwire a car
The 2 in the house are a bit.. idk
More mechanic Daryl my beloved
Daryl is so comforting in such a brutal way
“It was easier than telling an ER nurse I fell down the stairs for the third time.” I know he’s dead, but imma kill him
The chick from the house is dead
“You should have kept walking that day.” Fuck ok
Feral Daryl getting up in his face - Jesus
Daryl’s growling
“You take one sip before those meds get into our people, I will beat your ass into the ground.” I don’t think that should have been that attractive to me
Rick dude, they were gonna die. Y’all didn’t even have a plan to go get the meds when she killed them.
Rick you can’t kick Carol out the fuck is wrong with you
If she goes, Daryl goes man
RICK
DON’T YOU DARE
I hate you Rick Grimes
S4, ep 5
I hate you Rick Grimes
The kid treating the walker like a dog
OH SHIT THE FENCE IS DOWN
Its all gone to shit
Not Daryl and the others arriving back after it’s all been done
Oh god they have to tell Daryl
His instant concern
NOT THE FUCKEN GOVERNOR
FUCK OFF
JUST DIE ALREADY
S4, ep 6
Oh please don’t let this be an episode about the fucken governor yuck
Oh these poor people that have found him
Yeah I skipped his episode soz fuck that guy
S4, ep 7
Its still him fuck
Skipped
Not him coming across Michonne and Hershel at the end
S4, ep 8
HE TOOK MICHONNE AND HERSHEL
Daryl’s growl while talking about Carol being gone
Who’s leaving the fucken rats around
Governor fuck off now
Go die
Jesus Christ
Daryl don’t let Carl do anything stupid
The governor is fucking insane
Hershel looks so proud of Rick
NO
NO
NO
NO
ABSOLUTELY NOT
NO
WHAT THE FUCK
NO
HERSHAL PLEASE
YES THE GOVERNOR WAS HIT
DARYLS GROWL BEFORE HE STARTS SHOOTING
MICHONNE RUN
LIVE
PLEASE
YOU GOTTA LIVE
Oh god not Rick getting shot
NO
DON’T HURT HERSHAL MORE
FUCK
OH OH OH YES
THE NEW CHICK SEEING HIM BE SO FUCKING VILE WHILE HOLDING HER DEAD DAUGHTER YES
Daryl my beloved with the grenade
Beth where the fuck are you
The little kids killing someone
The Governor getting the best of Rick
MICHONNE GETTING THE GOVERNOR
YES
HELL YEAH
THATS MY GIRL
Daryl throwing a grenade in the tank
Well.. the prison’s gone
S4, ep 9
Michonne getting her walkers on a leash again
Rick being a dick ngl
They’re both being dicks
FLASH BACK TO MICHONNE’S LIFE
SHE HAD A PARTNER
AND A CHILD
Carl stop talking to your dad while he’s unconscious
“I’d be fine if you died.” CARL NO
Him running into the door and not being able to open it 🤣🤣🤣🤣
The walker in the house
‘Walker in side. Got my shoe. Didn’t get me.’
Fuck Michonne
Carl thinking he’s going to have to kill his dad is fucking heartbreaking
“112 ounces of pudding.” That- Carl- ok
Michonne crying because she’s so happy to find them
WHAT DID RICK SEE TO MAKE HIM LAUGH
S4, ep 10
DARYLLLL
Conveying he’s sorry for the Hershal comment with his expression rather than words is such a Daryl thing to do
Arms
He’s so gentle but in a like.. brutal way
Throwing the crossbow on the ground so he can save Beth
Oh Tyrese has Judith, thank god
I don’t trust those 2 little girls
Who’s screaming????
AYO GET OUR HAND OFF THE BABIES MOUTH
The eldest kid is a fucking psychopath
CAROLLLLLL
Terminus … do we trust it ??
Glenn boy you better be ok
HE’S IN THE OVERRUN PRISON HOLY SHIT
“She’s my wife.” Hell yeah she is buddy
WHO ARE THESE GUYS THE FUCK
“What else you got?” Ew
S4, ep 11
Carl and Michonne acting like besties
Not Carl ignoring her attempt to make him feel better
Her telling Carl about her son
What is going on in the house Rick’s hiding in ???
THE RICK GRIMES HEAD TURN
Abraham, Rosita, Eugene
How can he possibly know what caused this ???
How can someone in a fucking zombie apocalypse be that useless with a gun ?!?!?!
Oh yuck - those guys are disgusting - Rick, kill them
Actually, Michonne, kill them
Rosita going with Glenn and the other chick - the others following
Terminus again
S4, ep 12
DARYL YES
Not him and Beth hiding in the trunk of a car
The snake 🤢🤢🤢🤢
Beth you’re like 17, you’re not having alcohol
Daryl has forgotten how to talk I see
WHY YOU FLIPPING HIM OFF
HES KEEPING YOU ALIVE
DUMBASS
Why is she so fixated on alcohol like girly leave it alone - if you gotta run for your life, alcohol is gonna make that so much harder
Daryl keeping the money and the jewels
‘Rich bitch’ on a dead woman who’s been posed on a mannequin - Beth being bothered by it and Daryl probably knowing people who would have done that
Daryl beating the crap out of the walker, even though he could have just killed him quickly - thats the first time he’s shown any outward sign of his rage at losing the prison and the others
“Peach schnapps. Is it good?” “No.” Correct
Daryl throwing darts at the pictures of the people on the wall instead of the dart board - the anger continues
“Ain’t gonna have your first drink be no damned peach schnapps.” 🤣🤣
MOONSHINE
DARYL SHES LIKE 12
“That’s a real first drink right there.” DARYL
Jesus Christ that’s how Daryl lived
“Mr. Dixon” eugh
WHY IS SHE DOING A DRINKING GAME WITH HIM
GIRLY IK HES HOT BUT YOURE A CHILD
“I ain’t never needed a game to get lit before.” Pookie please
Things we learn about Daryl in this game
He’s never been out of Georgia
Been drunk and done things he’s regretted - a lot of them
Never been on vacation - camping was for hunting and survival
Him being offended when she does the “never been in jail” line - “is that what you think of me?”
“CAN’T HEAR YOU! I’M TAKING A PISS!!” DARYL PLEASE
Things we might have learnt but it could be fake cause he’s pissed
never had frozen yoghurt (now that’s just cruel)
had a pet pony
got anything from Santa
relied on anyone for protection
relied on anyone for anything (you were abused pookie)
never sung in front of people in public like it was fun (ok that one’s fair)
cut his wrists looking for attention (low blow)
Aggressively trying to teach her how to shoot the crossbow - wonder how much Norman apologised for the physicality later
“I want you to stop acting like you don’t give a crap about anything. Like nothing we went through matters. Like none of the people we lost meant anything to you. It’s bullshit.” “Is that what you think?” “That’s what I know.”
“I ain’t afraid of nothing.”
Oh god his voice cracks
A HUG
FOR DARYL
FINALLY
BRO NEEDS IT
NO NO NO NO DONT YOU DARE CRY DARYL DIXON MY POOR HEART WONT TAKE IT
“Yeah, I’m a dick when I’m drunk.” Pookie, you’re a dick like 97% of the time
“I thought I was dead. Over a dumb cartoon about a talking dog.” Daryl, sweetie, I’m so glad your brother is dead.
“I was nobody. Nothing. Some redneck asshole and an even bigger asshole for a brother.”
“I’m just used to this. Things being ugly.”
“You’re gonna be the last man standing.” I see that
“You’re gonna miss me so bad when I’m gone, Daryl Dixon.” Fucken foreshadowing at this point
I can not for the life of me tell if she’s flirting with him or not
ARE THEY ACTUALLY GONNA BURN THE HOUSE DOWN
Crazy assholes actually did it
S4, ep 13
Who is this?
Is this the ‘backstory’ of the dude who wanted the alcohol?????
It is alcohol man!!
Ok so with Maggie and Sasha
Teaching Beth how to track and use the crossbow
Dad!Daryl to the rescue when Beth gets hurt
“This is a serious piggyback. Jump up.” Daryl marry me
Holding hands for comfort: cute. But if its anything else.. GIRLY HIS BEARD IS GOING GREY ADN YOU ARE A CHILD
Sasha trying to get them safe and Maggie lost in her grief
Daryl yuck don’t do that (do that to me tho) - the jar in the house by the cemetery
Why’s she playing the piano - they’re meant to be quiet
“This is the comfiest bed I’ve had in years.” IT’S A COFFIN DARYL
I am Concerned Daryl Dixon
How is a coffin the comfiest bed ?!?!?!? SIR??
I am trying really really hard to keep it that she is a child and he’s old enough to be her dad - PLEASE DONT BE A CREEP DIXON SHE’S 17
I did some googling cause it was bothering me - they met when Beth was 16, she’s currently 17 and she dies when she’s 18. If ANYTHING happens between them, I’m turning off. (I knew she died it’s not a spoiler).
Maggie ditching the others to look for Glenn - writing messages in blood
Daryl is at peak dad energy this episode
A DOG
CUTE
Beth stop pushing the emotionally constipated man for his feelings
NOT JUST A DOG
PLEASE LET THE DOG BE OK
Making sure she gets out the house safely
WAS BETH JUST KIDNAPPED ?!?!?!?!
God he was running all night
ALCOHOIC AND SASHA KISSING
Maggie waiting for Sasha and Bob in the town
Who the fuck has found Daryl?
IT’S THE CREEPS FROM THE HOUSE RICK WAS IN
Glenn found the Terminus sign, thank god
S4, ep 14
Is someone playing.. with a walker
This eldest girl is fucken weird
WHY THE FUCK IS SHE WAVING AT THE WALKERS
The younger girl is also fucken weird
Jesus Christ what the fuck is she doing
She’s feeding the fucken walker
THE OLDER ONE KILLED THE YOUNGER ONE
THE FUCK
She was feeding the walkers at the prison
Fucken hell
Carol having to kill the girl she was supposed to protect is foul and cruel
Telling Tyrese that she burnt the others, giving him a gun - holy shit
“I forgive you.” Oh
S4, ep 15
Abraham is really good at reading people
Glenn taking off when he finds the sign from Maggie
Daryl bby leave those creeps
Carl and Michonne having fun together
Oh you did not just invade on Daryl’s kill AND call Daryl Dixon “boy”. You gone die
OH HES TALKING ABOUT BETH
YOU GONE DIE
Did this fucker just insinuate that ?!?!?!
Daryl kill him
He looks like a lil kid having his candy taken from him
Don’t stop at noon - wasting time
“Some of you ain’t exactly friendly.” Have you met you?
Did he just compare Daryl to a cat ???
Eugene is creepy
And annoying
Rosita queen
What did they see?
Dickhead needs to back up from Pookie
Telling Glenn to go yes, but he won’t
MAGGIE AND GLENN YES
Glenn not telling Maggie that Tara was with the Governor is certainly a choice
I get the feeling that Eugene isn’t saying something
He’s leaving something out
Or he’s lying
They killed dickhead holy shit
THEY’RE HUNTING RICK
CAUSE HE KILLED THEIR MAN TO ESCAPE
Glenn and Maggie arriving at Terminus - why do I have a bad feeling about this?
Mary
S4, ep 16
WHY IS RICK COVERED IN BLOOD THE FUCK
CARL ?!?!
MICHONNE ?!?!?!
OH GOD DID THOSE DICKHEADS FIND THEM ?!!?
Those dickheads have in fact found Rick
“These people, you’re gonna let them go. These are good people.” Yes pookie save them
“You want blood. I get it. Take it from me, man.” UH NO
OR WE COULD NOT
DON’T
STOP
NO
FUCKEN HELL
LEAVE HIM ALONE
The Rick Grimes Head Tilt
Carl’s crying really reminds you that he’s still a child
AYO
IS THAT DUDE GONNA RAPE CARL
HOLY SHIT RICK
HE JUST RIPPED THAT DUDES NECK OUT WITH HIS TEETH
HOLY SHIT
“He’s mine.” Oh fuck
Dripping in blood, having just ripped someones neck out, and pissed off cause you dared to touch his son.. you’re dead dead dead
He just gutted that man like a pig
Holy fuck
Michonne cradling Carl - thank you
Carl lying on Michonnes lap like she’s his mum - imma cry
Daryl looking out for Carl, making Rick clean the blood off
Daryl Dixon don’t you dare blame yourself for those dickheads - you were trying to survive
“You’re my brother.”
“What you did last night, anybody would have done that.” If someone tried to rape my kid, hell yeah I would
Michonne and Rick have this way of understanding each other and it’s beautiful
They’ve made it to Terminus
Her walkers on the leash were her boyfriend and their friend - they were high in the damn apocalypse
Carl bby you’re not a monster. You’re the product of your horrific circumstances and the shit you’ve had to do to survive.
Gareth and Alex
Don’t take their weapons pls
“Hate to see the other guy.” “You would.”
“They deserve it?” “Yes.” Carl bby, yes they did
Rick seeing belongings from other members of their group - putting a gun to Alex, Daryl jumping in with 0 hesitation
Even in a zombie apocalypse I cannot escape lego
JUST TELL RICK WHERE YOU GOT THE WATCH BRO
YO
WHAT
THE
FUCK
WHO
IS
IN
THE
CRATES
Why does the letter ‘A’ keep showing up ???
GLENN
MAGGIE
“Now they’re friends of ours.” Yes they are pookie
“They’re gonna feel pretty stupid when they find out.” … “They’re fucking with the wrong people.”
What a way to end the season fuck
#° braindead reviews#the walking dead#daryl dixon#rick grimes#michonne#glenn rhee#maggie greene#carl grimes#twd#° braindead watches#season 4
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Writer Interview Thing
So this weekend I--- Lets roll this back a tad. So the beginning of this week I got super motivated to be creative but I work 4 day weeks of 10 hour shifts. So I didn’t really time to do anything till now. I want to finish 3 bits of writing this weekend and this is one of them.
1. When did you start writing?
Actually writing in this form? I’m not sure honestly. I remember as like a teen writing poetry a little and writing my mom like a nice mothers day poem I made up. She was convinced I took it from somewhere.
Early writing was based on just too many feelings and or emotions inside of me and just needing a release. Writing after that was because I could write to someone I cared about. Which led to the early stages of this kind of writing.
I actually pushed more into this because way back in the day when people rode around on dinosaurs a guy found some of my very first stories on a blog website. He thought they were funny which is why some of my stories are the way they are today. He also hosted my original website and writing for a few years back than.
2. Favorite story you’ve written?
As the person who picked most these questions I don’t know why I fucking picked this one.
I’m not sure, I really enjoyed writing the Summer Time Madness part with (Captain) Sean and the Kraken. I have a huge soft spot for any part of a story where I use the ocean as symbolism for washing someone away.
3. Favorite character?
I don’t think I remember all my characters to be honest. It would be an insult to my own creation to not say Sean and the Girl/Princess/Ashley. They’ve been in my head for over a decade now.
Currently I really do enjoy Claire and the Baristas though.
4. Best hidden message in a story you’ve written?
Hidden seems to be an abstract thought to me. When I feel something is hidden it is apparently very obvious. And when I feel something is obvious it is not noticed at all. I think for now my favorite hidden.... You know I haven’t really fleshed this part out, written it, or come to a concrete thought on the matter. But a certain character mite have connections to the girl from the star character from a very old story of mine. Well Claire mite have that connection. I’m not sure yet. But the stars themselves mite be coming back to my stories.
5. Why so many spelling and grammer errors?
Short, because I can.
Long, hmmmm. I didn’t like grow up smart. I didn’t really start reading till like the 4th grade but than by the 5th grade I was devouring books. Do to many personal issues in life (people dying and being extremely poor etc) I didn’t really try to do anything in school. I graduated high school with one of the lowest possible GPAs because I thought I was going work at mcdonalds after I graduated. Turns out I was so poor the government gave me money for college and I was able to attend community college and get an associates for free because of that. The only and most depressing silver lining to having a parent die when your 12 years old.
Basically I have no real education on the matter of writing.
Also I can’t draw for shit.
I can’t sing or make music for shit.
I can’t paint.
I can write, anyone can write. I view writing much like someone would view painting. Each word but a stroke on the canvas. And every error or mistake but a drop of paint misplaced. Now apart of something greater and beyond my control.
I know its wrong but I heavily prefer my writing be a one shot. Written once and released into the world. I have slowly, very slowly, come to terms with editing and proof reading and all that nerd shit. Its a process I am still heavily refusing to this day.
Yes, grammer is spelt wrong on purpose you heathens.
6. Any sneak peaks or future plans for writing?
Hmm
If the Moon can be apart of the story.
A vessel of power.
A weapon.
A dramatic bit of symbolism.
What of the sun than?
7. Can you explain “The Void” and “Post Void��?
Many parts of my life have shoved there whole hand into my chest and squeezed. Every time it happens it feels worse than the time before. I would call my high school years a void and everything after a post void. I would call some years after losing someone I cared about in my twenties a void than post void. And this rehash of loving people and losing people another void than post void. Depression is crippling. Depression has ruined every single tooth inside my mouth. To the scars on my body to the tattoo on my wrist.
Simply a void is when life wraps its cold star ridden hands around my neck and holds me still till I either die or stand back up.
And post void is everything that happens after. Consequences and all. Standing back up always comes at a price and I pay it greedily each time.
8. Does anyone in your family know that you write?
No? I guess some know I scribbled at one point as a hobby. But no one for sure knows about Once Was A Stranger.
If anyone is curious as to why. I don’t trust my family with the deep bits of my existence. As the youngest of 6 kids nothing I do will ever have a strong meaning.
9. “Why am I not a main character?”
I can’t tell if this a question from my good friend twchh or from Sean himself. Sir, I could never capture your essence in simple words. God could give me the canopy of the night sky and I still wouldn’t be able to put you into mere words with all that space.
10. “How much of Once Was A Stranger is actually inspired by/based on reality and how much of it is me misreading it as that.”
Warning: A friend/peer/tortured proof reader asked me this question so I up chucked a metric ton of words on the subject. This is the last question here and its full of non-organized words.
This is going to be a really really really long answer and I will try my best to make it as coherent as possible. I’ve reread this story multiple times to better answer this.
Its so hard to explain everything without shoving 86 links with 86 different stories down your throat. Once Was A Stranger was every bit of writing I ever tried to write in my life. I was finally able to reign in my scatter brain and write a complete story in the style I desired. I have some small regrets still on some parts. I had really big expectations for the market scene where the Stranger gives his big speech. I tried for a really long time to write that part and just couldn’t do it. Which is why the scene is so.... off center and cuts off. It works just well enough to fit its role in the story but I wanted so much more from that section of the story.
I am already off track.
I’ll start with the characters.
Sean
Sean for all intensive purposes is my first character. Like my first character ever. Sean is a major carry over from my first stories I’ve written. Why the name? Because I liked it. Sometimes it reminds me of the Shawn meme from that one video game (SHAWN!). Sean’s shtick is that he was a thought, a happy little day dream, a fantasy trapped in some girls head. And he was used by the girl to make herself happy. But one day he started slowly growing free will and becoming alive. He would turn against the girl in her dreams trying to escape. The girl would often “reset” him back to a basic little fantasy but suddenly it didn’t work. I never finished this story, I knew how it was going to end, but I never finished it.
Princess
Princess is just the---the girl---every single girl from every story. Most precisely the girl from Beads that used Sean as an escape inside her own head. I used to know a person a lifetime ago. A very very very long lifetime ago. This character was based off of them and the relationship I had with them.
Jim
Now this one is funny. While rereading the story I didn’t realize that this mite be read as a problematic name for people who knew me. I’m not sure if this was a separate story or a part of Beads (Beads was my first too much for me to handle large scale failed story attempt).
But Jim is named after an old one off character. His full name was Jim the goldfish. Jim the goldfish lived on an alien planet full of goldfish. Jim’s wife left him and he was drafted into the army to fight in non copyright infringing battle suits (much like gundams but totally not gundams). In this story the ruling class, the Kardashians (yes, those ones) were battling revolutionaries to keep there power. They got this power by abusing the exchange rates between there planet and earth. And they used that money to get amazing plastic surgery and become famous on earth. The “Sean” character, a guy in a pair of white nikes drifting thru space (was and still am a huge kid cudi fan) was drifting past this scene in the story.
Stranger
Once Was A Stranger. Not much in the story really takes inspiration from my life till the end. But the title. The act of writing this story. The life I breathed into it and the immortal bit of lightning it threw back at me. The title is very strongly based on events from my life. Thus he was titled. For he was a stranger. Much like myself.
List of all the references:
Stars: I have a great personal desire to escape life, all of it. And stars are about as far away as you can get. I once wrote a story about a fallen star who met a strange boy. Boy and girl. Sean and princess, etc. Boy obviously had problems at home. Girl was a star exploding with life not wanting to go back to the night sky. Not that bad of a story I think this still exists and is readable somewhere.
Succulent plants: A small reference to a person someone tried to make me friends with and the interaction of wanting to own plants but not being capable of keeping them alive so they were suggested to me. I thought they best fit the character for this story. Kind of like a foreshadow to Jim having a darker bit of torment inside of him.
The Actual Moon
Honestly, I have no real clue. I wanted something great to destroy. I have more to explore and write about in future stories so I won’t get into too much detail. Big kid cudi fan (man on the moon). Its in space and away from here. Big and bright and in the sky. Also completely crazy concept to try and fight it.
King/Princess/Royalty
The girl is referred to as Princess as like an emotional show of importance. The way the girl from the star story was a star. And in that same story her father was the morning star always searching for her till the last moment each morning. The princess had a king. Someone of authority who did not like the stranger. What? A girl with a father who didn’t like the boy. Crazy. That’s totally never happened to anyone before.
The napkins in the end scene.
Unicorn/Bear/Mysterious monster
These are all references to old bit of writing pieces or short stories I’ve written. Sean even notes his white sneakers aka the white nikes story. And this is all a deeper reference to the fact all those stories have long been deleted. I had a...
I had a.
A blackhole void consumed my life.
An irl friend had to come grab me out my house one day to make me move.
I deleted almost every single part of my online presence because of that.
Many references in Once Was A Stranger are from long deleted stories. I think I wanted to acknowledge them and pay my respects even though I was the one that deleted those stories.
Repeated phrases/bits
Because I find them entertaining and this was my story. The telling time by the stars or sun. Repeated phrases. Etc etc etc. My favorite part of Once Was A Stranger was slightly noting the writer was apparent to the characters. It wasn’t breaking the 4th wall in my opinion because the writer, myself, was in fact also a character in this story.
Sliding between Sean and Jim and different parts of the story
This was a major shoutout to Beads and to what that story could of been if I was a better writer at the time. To make it seem like the Princess was trapped between stories. A turn on the original Beads where Sean was strapped between stories.
Sean/Jim
Were they the same? Different sides of the same coin. Not to spoil future stories yet to be written too much. They represented the split between my long time main character. I’m not sure if there any really parallels between nice Jim becoming angry and angry Sean becoming nice. I think I was in too deep of an emotional space at the time of writing to really know.
Baristas
I have no idea. That just sprouted in my brain. They became apart of the story than proceeded to get there own “spinoff” story.
Late game writing
Yeah yeah yeah yeah
Yep
You read these parts
I guess I should spell this out.
Knife.
The void
This all hurts to talk about honestly.
I’ve been kicking the words for this around in my head lately. Hoping to write something that would relieve the pain a little.
I was in love with someone. It was unrequited. And it caused a forest of stars to sprout and take root in my heart. And it made someone very very very close to me hate me. Hate me so much. It felt like they stabbed me in my chest with a knife. Trying to kill the forest of stars inside my heart. To kill that love. That unrequited love. A deep bit of selfishness shared all around. All because we loved the same person.
As far as the story is concerned. Sean, The Stranger, twisted and turned. And now the knife was in there hand. New name and all.
The Ocean
As far back as Beads I have always used the ocean as a way to cleanse. Clean. Restart. Change. Give birth to. The ocean is as much life as it is monstrous and uncontrollable. The ocean cleansed this story and gave a rebirth to the boy and the girl. Or a death. They walked purposely into the open arms of the ocean.
Ashley
This is the shortest answer. Big fan of Halsey.
I’m not very good at putting things in order. Jesus H Christ that much is obvious. I hope they shined random bits of light on some things.
This is the end of this bit of writing. And I am completely open to follow up questions. I know only one person mite have them but you know how to contact me and scream insanity into my ear.
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Sidelines (Milo Thatch X FtM!Reader)
A/N: Requested by literally no one, this is another self indulgent fic. yes, I will continue to write shamelessly self indulgent ftm reader fics as I think there are a severe lacking amount of them. This particular fic was written at 2am so apologies for anything OOC, that doesn't make sense or is spelt wrong. Also wanted to leave it open for interpretation if your relationship also includes Kida. Entirely up to you. Enjoy?
You had gone through a lot in your life, even though by many standards you were still fairly young. Nothing it seemed weighed on you quite as heavily as the time spent gaining the trust of Milo Thatch.
He had always been a person of interest, ever since Mr. Whitmore had mentioned he’d be part of the mission to Atlantis. Rourke had been adamant to you that his inclusion on the mission could ruin the whole thing, complicating everything for everyone. There would be no pay day if the kid didn’t cooperate which is why he was left in the dark about the team's true intentions and why you were sent to the institute to keep a watchful eye on him.
At first, the task had seemed annoying to you. While everyone else was setting up preparations for the long journey ahead, you had to babysit a guy who worked in a boiler room and talked to himself. It was hardly heroic work, Rourke was definitely not putting your actual talents to use!
But over time, he became more than a target, a potential threat. You’d actually grown to consider him a friend.
He had no clue that at one point you had gone by a different name, and were born a completely different person. You had gotten used to hiding things you didn’t want people to see, and as such, he was the only person who fully saw the real you. He was the only person who didn’t switch between names when addressing you or talked down to you, like you were some monstrosity to be ashamed of.
It was nice to have a real person understand, even if he didn’t fully understand what he was doing for you and as such, you returned the favor by enthusiastically participating in discussions regarding Atlantis. It was his passion, he talked about how he dreamed to find it, to study it, to teach the world about the lessons it had to offer. At first, they seemed like fantasies to you. After all, you knew perfectly well that Rourke planned to exploit the natural resources it held as soon as he got his hands on it. Any other person nowadays who found it would do the same.
But the way he discussed preserving it, taking care of it. Well, he didn’t make you entirely a believer but it was fascinating to say the least.
None of that mattered, you realized, heart thrumming in your chest as you and the rest of the team stood on the edge of the water. Milo had disappeared with Kida underneath and although none of you really understood what it was the two were doing, Rourke suspected they were onto something. Which meant the jig was up. As soon as he came up from there, gasping for air, Milo would realize that all of his friends weren’t really his friends. He would realize you had never been his friend, he would assume you had just been pretending like everyone else and you would be alone once more.
It was agonizing to stand there, watching the water for any sign of life. Eventually though, the water rippled and Milo splashed to the surface. Wherever he’d gone, he’d clearly had to do a lot of swimming to get there and he looked exhausted. Rourke was the first one to greet him as he gasped for air.
“You have a nice swim?”
At first, you thought Milo might still be oblivious. He had a knack for seeing the best in people, something you’d always admired thoroughly about him. Sure, it was how he was so easily duped like this in the first place, but it must be nice to believe everyone you meet is inherently a decent person.
But it was clear, as he scanned the faces of all his friends that he knew something was up. You all wouldn’t be congregated like this if everything was normal.
“Hey, guys, what’s going on? What’s… What’s with all the guns?” He was still struggling to get his words out, sucking in breaths in between all of his words. You wanted to speak, but the words were caught in your throat. There was nothing you could say that would make this any easier anyway.
Instead of looking at him, your eyes found a nice patch of dirt and studied it as the conversation continued.
“Guys?”
There was the sound of an exhale as he realized what was really going on, but you couldn’t bring yourself to look at him again. The look of utter betrayal in his eyes would be too much for you, you were certain. Just get the money and move on, that’s what you were here for. Not catching feelings.
“I am such an idiot,” he scolded himself, slamming his hand into the rock he was gripping. “This is just another treasure hunt for you. You’re after the crystal.”
“Oh, you mean this?” Rourke asked.
Milo said something else after this and Rourke continued on with the conversation but it felt as though somebody had shoved cotton in your ears. You couldn’t hear what was being said anymore. And then suddenly, Kida also emerged from the water, immediately being grabbed by members of the team. She tried to fight back, but unfortunately, bringing a knife to a gun fight is just never a good idea.
You watched helplessly from the sidelines as Milo tried his best to explain how the crystal gave life to the Atlanteans. Without it, they would die.
For most of your life you’d sat on the sidelines, it was a view you’d gotten accustomed to. Growing up, it had always been a man's world and you’d been aware of that since the moment you could actually form coherent thoughts. You’d watched on the sidelines as men controlled everything, they were in power everywhere you looked.
Then you made the decision to become a man, because that was the only way you were going to get ahead and besides when people looked at you as a man, you didn’t feel small, weak or insignificant. You’d thought the days on the sidelines were over, but you’d been wrong. Because you weren’t truly a man, and men like Rourke would always be there to remind you of that fact. You had to sit on the sidelines while he planned and plotted to destroy a civilization none of you knew anything about.
You stood on the sidelines while Milo was tossed around in the boiler room by the people who ran the institute. You stood on the sidelines while the rest of the team gained his trust, while they all led him to his Utopia, his grandfather’s dream. And you stood there now, watching as Rourke threatened to kill an entire group of people for money.
“Not interested,” Milo ground out and you were suddenly returned to your present. His eyes drifted to you briefly, almost as if he was just seeing you here for the first time. Maybe he hadn’t been paying enough attention earlier when he scanned everyone’s faces. That look of betrayal you’d been trying to avoid before bubbled to the surface.
Rourke didn’t seem to notice the moment that passed between the two of you, he continued spewing his garbage. But Milo wasn’t backing down.
“Rourke, stop!” You stepped in between the two. Before this got any worse, you had to at least try to stop it. Someone else on the team stepped forward to grab you, but his hand came up, letting them know it was okay to leave you for the time being. With Vinny holding Milo back and Kida restrained, he didn’t seem to think there were any real threats anymore it seemed.
He chuckled, like he thought you were amusing. “Come now, (Y/n). We agreed you’d get paid after all of this. We’re not even close to being done.”
You wished you were stronger but Milo wasn’t all that strong and he still stood firmly for what he believed in. Before this sudden surge of strength was lost forever, you’d let Rourke know exactly how you felt about all of this.
“I don’t care about the money. I’m done with this.” You waved your hand for emphasis. “I will not be responsible for the deaths of all these people.”
The sound of guns cocking from behind you alerted everyone that Rourke wasn’t playing around anymore. If Milo didn’t give him exactly what he wanted, he would kill Kida. Slowly, he stepped forward, grabbing you by the arm and shoving you out of the way.
Milo called out to you but the force of the shove was hard and you lost your footing, hitting your head on the stone ground. The last thing you heard before you lost consciousness was Milo, he didn’t want to help but he had no choice. He was backed into a wall. You and Kida would suffer if he didn’t.
“I’ll help you… Just don’t touch Kida and leave him out of this.”
You awoke with a start, coughing hard. At first, you thought it had all been a bad dream and that you’d wake up back at your home in Washington. No such luck.
You were clearly still in Atlantis, there were people native to the city walking back and forth, speaking to each other in their native language. Your head throbbed but there was no sign of Milo, Kida, Rourke or any of the team. A horrible feeling hit you in the gut. It was too late, Rourke probably had the crystal and was long gone.
But then how were all the Atlanteans still walking, still living? Surely, at least some of them should be gone by now.
You swung your legs over the side of the bed they’d laid you on and someone said something. Gently hands rested on your shoulders, pushing you back down into bed. It was Milo, it seemed he had been there the entire time and you’d just missed him in your cursory glance around the room. Your head span as he spoke to you in calm soothing tones, although what he was actually saying remained a mystery to you.
“Rourke…” You groaned, as he placed a hand to your forehead softly.
“He’s been taken care of. In fact, the rest of the team, minus Rourke and Helga, left this morning. They have to report back to Mr. Whitmore.”
That you understood.
Your headache felt a little less pounding now that you knew he’d been taken care of. It didn’t even bother you that you were now stuck in Atlantis, there were worse places to be than a mythic lost city. In fact, this was sort of what you’d wanted all along. An escape from Washington, far from your family, from Rourke. From people who treated you like you were less than them.
“Milo… There’s something I need to tell you.”
He flushed slightly red and adjusted his glasses on his face. If you were in a better position, you might have teased him for being so dorky.
His eyes looked anywhere but at your own. “If it’s about the whole… boy thing, I know. Kida and I both do. Rourke told me and then the Atlanteans taking care of you confirmed it. You stood up for us, I think the least we can do in return is ignore this. If it makes you uncomfortable, that is.”
It was like a weight was lifted off your shoulders. Oftentimes, when you were first getting to know Milo, you’d thought about telling him and how he’d react. You’d often come to the consensus that he would either find you disgusting or want to know how you work and study you.
Now though, it seemed like the truth was a lot better. He was just accepting. He was fine with it, he knew and he still wanted to be your friend.
His hand came down to brush the hair out of your face. “And you’re welcome to stay here with me, I’m planning on rebuilding Atlantis alongside Kida and her people. I’m going to help them rediscover their culture, their roots���”
“I’d only get in the way.”
You hadn’t realized his hand was still by your face until he softly ran his thumb along your cheek.
“I wouldn’t mind having you in my way.”
It felt like flirting, but you were sure it wasn’t because he had something with the princess (Queen?) of Atlantis, for sure. Right?
He withdrew his hand almost as if he realized that this was weird and what he was doing was weird. He began to stammer out an apology, because even though you’d seen him calm and composed while facing Rourke he was still the loveable dork who geeked out about Atlantis and loved his grandfather.
“Are you asking me to move in with you? That’s a little forward, we haven’t even been on a first date, Milo.”
His eyes twinkled slightly behind his glasses, but his expression was unreadable. “As soon as you get out of here.”
Now that was something to look forward to.
#disney imagine#disney x reader#milo thatch imagine#milo thatch x reader#atlantis the lost empire imagine#ftm reader#ftm imagine#milo thatch x ftm reader#trans reader
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arrangements- q. hughes
Quinn Hughes x f!Reader
warnings~ smut, alcohol, male receiving, vaginal sex twice, swearing
summary~ You and Quinn had an arrangement, put in one night everything fell apart.
genre~ smut, friends with benefits to lovers
word count~ 2.7k
masterlist
This is NSFW please do not read if it makes you uncomfortable.
Jake Virtian was your best friend growing up, and that is how you ended up best friends with the whole Canucks roster, especially Quinn Hughes. Quinn and you just clicked. Within days of meeting you, he was smitten. You grabbed his attention, and would not let it go.
One night you both got way to drunk, and things ended up with you two together in Quinn’s bedroom. After that incident, you both agreed to be friends with benefits. You enjoyed the sex, and he enjoyed having you around. Even if this wasn’t how he had planned to get you, it would have to work for now. Quinn had even invited you to come back to Orlando with him, during the offseason. You had said no, not wanting to intrude on his family time, but he insisted. You both left it maybe. The offseason is coming in two weeks, so he gave you time to think about it.
Wanting to forget about college, and getting a job, you asked the guys if they wanted to go out. Quinn always said yes, and then most of the other guys agreed to a night out. You picked the bar, and everyone agreed to meet there. Before you had finished getting ready, Quinn had called you.
“Hey!” you said as you put your phone on speaker, so you could finish with your hair.
“Hey y/n! I was wondering if you wanted me to pick you up tonight?” Quinn asked, sounding unsure of himself.
“Sure! that would be great! You don’t even know how many Ubers i’ve called this week!” You exaggerated.
“Perfect pick you up in twenty minutes.” He ended the call quickly after you both said your ‘goodbyes’ and you went back to curling your hair. finishing with minutes to spare you did a little bit of pregaming with some random alcohol you found in your apartment. When you heard a knock on your door, you were surprised to say the least. Quinn usually just texted you when he was here. You shrugged it off, and answered the door. There was Quinn a little early, and standing in your doorway. He was holding a bottle of vodka, and when he saw you he held it up higher for you to see.
“I brought you something to pregame with,” He explained, “I was going to pregame with you, but I realized that I stupidly told you I would drive.” He finished with a little smile, and you couldn’t help a laugh a little at how forgetful he was.
“Oh, I already drink some tequila, but I will be perfectly happy taking that beautiful bottle of vodka off your hands.” You were playing with him, but weren’t surprised when he handed you the bottle. You set it on the kitchen table, and left for his car.
The car ride was perfectly fine, with you and Quinn never missing a beat while you talked. You told him all about how you were needing to start internering, but your school work load was so big, that you didn’t know when you were going to be able to level time in between them. He told you about how he was stressed out with hockey, and just wanted to go home for the offseason, and take a small break from hockey. Quinn’s left hand never left your upper thigh, and your hand never left from its place; resting on top of his. Nothing ever felt awkward between the two of you. You swear if anyone asked you, you would say you had gotten closer to Quinn than you were with Jake, and that was really saying something.
When you pulled up to the club, you jumped out of the car. You couldn’t wait to see all the guys before they left for their last away game stretch. They were going to be all the way in Montreal playing the Candians. You were sad to see them go, but you knew that that was their jobs. Shaking everything off, you entered the club with Quinn by your side. Everyone that was already there greeted you right as you set through the doors. You waved to everyone, but went to the bar before you went to sit down with them. You didn’t know that Quinn had followed you, until after you finished ordering your drink and was planning on opening a tab, but then you felt his arm lightly touch the back of your upper arm and saw him slide his card to the bartender.
“You can put all her drinks on my tab.” Quinn told the guy. the guy nodded and started to get to work with making your drink.
“Quinn! You didn't have to do that!” You protested. Quinn just looked at you as if he was bored, and not wanting to engage in this debate. Quinn bought you a lot of things, he always put up the argument, that he was a hockey player, and he wanted to help you while you go through college. You just wanted to prove that you could pay for yourself, but telling him this was like beating a dead horse. The bartender gave you your drink, and Quinn a beer, you knew he was just going to nurse it all night. you and Quinn walked over to the table of hockey players and their wifes/girlfriends. You were happy just sitting at the table in between Quinn and Brock, but when one of your favorite dance songs came on; you just had to get on the dance floor.
“Oh my god, I love this song! Someone come dance with!” You exclaimed as you jumped out of your seat. You looked back and noticed no one had followed you.
“Ok losers…” you frowned at them, “Quinn please come dance with me!” you gave him your best puppy dog eyes, and lightly tugged on his arm. He huffed but came with you to the dance floor.
“Thank you!” You smiled brightly at him as you started swaying your hips to the beat. Quinn awkwardly dances with you. He did not know where to put his hands, or even how to move his body. You giggled at him, and grabbed his hands and placed them on your hips. Then you gently hand him rock side to side with you. He was still stiff and looked like he was doing something wrong.
You smiled in reassurance, “You are doing great, Romeo” you whispered into his ear.
“I’m sorry, but you know I hate dancing.” Quinn huffed back into your ear. “But did I tell you how good you look tonight.” You did look good in your short black dress, and perfectly styled makeup and hair.
“Oh stop.” You were blushing, “But to answer your question, no you did not.” the blush was still there but you tried to hide it with a confident-ish smirk.
“My bad then. What kind of gentleman am I? Can’t even remember to tell the prettiest girl I have ever seen, how beautiful she looks.” He was messing with you, but that didn’t stop your blush from growing.
“Want to go back to your car?” you asked after a couple songs have ended. You were surprised when Quinn didn’t leave after the song you originally wanted to dance to was over.
“You have your things?” He quested you, looking deep into your eyes.
“Yes, why?” you looked back into his eyes. He knew you saw the hungriness he had for you in his eyes, and he even saw the same in your eyes.
“Because when I’m finished with you, you are not going to be able to come back in here.” he spelt out for you.
“Oh, well do you think if anyone would notice if we just left?” now it's your turn to question him.
“Not if we're careful.” Quinn quiered. Looking back at the table you noticed some have already left, and the ones that were still there were all wrapped up in their own conversations.
“I think we are in the clear.” you testified. Quinn took your hand and you both rushed out of the club and to his black car. He quickly got into the driver's seat, while you got into the passenger’s seat. Without telling you where he was driving to, he started the car and left the parking lot. You ended up in a dark street that was far enough away from everything. Quickly both of you unbuckled your seat belts, and you were strpped your dress off, and took off your shoes. Quinn climbed into the backseat, and you went after him.
“Everything off, baby girl.” he reminded you.
“I just thought you would like to do the honors.” you joked, and before you knew it your bra was in his lap.
“consider me honored,” Quinn joked back. You quickly got to work unbuttoning his pants, and pulled them down to his knees. Before going any further with undressing him you gave his growing erection a soft, little kiss. Quinn let out a strong huff of air.
“Don’t play with me.” he warned. You responded by pulling down his boxers, and grabbing his now fully-erect penis with your small hands. Pumping it up and down, while you sucked on the tip. He was a sighing mess, you knew you weren’t giving him fully what he wanted. Quinn applied some pressure down on the top of your head, in a warning type of way. You pushed him into your mouth as far as you could take him, pumping everything you couldn’t fit. As you looked up into his eyes, you saw that he was already looking at you with hooded eyes. With one hand you messaged his balls, while your other hand was pumping the bit you couldn’t fit into your mouth. He had made a makeshift ponytail with his hand, trying to see as much of you as he could. You continued like this for a couple of minutes, until you felt sticky ropes of cum cover your mouth. You set back up, and whipped your lips, while staring at him in the eyes.
Quinn kissed you deeply, and pasionalty. You knew he could taste himself on your mouth, but he didn’t care. He accidentally ripped your underwear, while trying to get it off of you as fast as he could. No one cared. Both of you know if you asked from him to buy you new ones, you would get several new pairs in return. The car was getting steamy, but you didn;t care. Climbing on top of Quinn, you sat down on top of his already reerected dick. He slid in easily, with how wet you were. His shirt buttons there undid proved the perfect amount of room for you hand to feel his chest up, and down. Quinn helped guide your hips, helping set a pace you were both happy with. Everything was overriding your brain, and you only seemed to know his name; chanting it as if it was a prayer. All that you could hear was his panting, your moans, and skin slapping skin. When you felt his pace slow, and his thrust get sloppy, you knew he was close. you were too. You matched your hips to his, and came with him. You didn’t get off of him, until you stopped feeling aftershocks from your orgasm. Quinn happily let you stay connected with him. Both of your faces were plastered with dumb- looking smiles.
Needing his help you got off of him, and used your ripped pantys to clean yourself up a bit. Sitting back next to him in his backseat, made you feel happy. You don’t know if it was the orgasm or you genuinely liked him, but you felt like you were on cloud nine. Quinn buttoned up his pants, and helped you get your dress on, before he helped you get back into the front seat, so he could take you home.
When you were safely in you apartment you asked him something you never had before, “Do you want to stay?” your eyes looked tired, but your body felt too wired to sleep.
“Sure, If you want me too.” Quinn tried to seem as nonchalant as he could. He did not need you knowing about how he has always wanted you to ask him this.
“There is a pair of your sweat pants in the top drawer. I am going to clean myself up.” you said as you walked to your bathroom. Quinn made his way to your bedroom, and looked into your draw. There was a pair of his gray sweatpants that he had lent to you, after your pants had ripped. He knew he had been in your bedroom before, but whenever he had there were more pressing matters to deal with. So while you were in the bathroom he took the time to look around your room. Your bed was in the far corner, and there were pictures of you and the team. One picture was of you and Quinn when he had scored, in overtime, after a tough game. The other pictures were of you and Jake, or your family.
When you came back from the bathroom you found Quinn already changed into his sweatpants, and was laying in your bed. He playfully whistled when you started changing, and you just sent him a playful glare. He held up the blanket as you climbed into your bed, and you noticed he decided to go without a shirt.
“Wow aren’t I one lucky girl.” you teased him as you ran your hand up and down his bare chest.
“You know I like to think of myself as one lucky guy. I mean I have the cutest girl feeling me up right now!” Quinn laughed into your ear and then kissed your cheek. You don’t why but all of this just felt right. Having him here in your bed, felt like it was always supposed to happen. You talked about everything under the sun as you cuddled. his hand was rubbing, soft, light-feathered circles on your back. You felt so loved. No one has ever made you feel the way Quinn does.
“Quinn?” you whispered into the darkness.
“Yes darling?” he answered back.
“I love you.” you professed. You felt his breathing and hand falter. At that moment you were sure that you stopped breathing as well. The world even felt as if it had stopped spinning.
“I love you too.” Quinn whispered as if you would break if he talked louder than that.
“I have since I met you.” He confessed as he looked down at you. You could barely see him in the dark, but you shot yourself up to give him a kiss. The kiss was passionate, not the passionate like when you were just fucking around, but passionate in the way that told you how much he loved you.
You reached down and pulled his sweatpants down, he wasn’t wearing any boxers. Quinn pushed your shorts, along with your panties, to the ground. You managed to get everything off your legs. Before pushing you down onto the bed, you discarded your shirt. When you both were completely nude Quinn took charge. With him holding your arms on top of your head, he ground his hips into yours. Then when he felt you were wet enough he slipped his hard, throbbing dick into you. Quinn took his time, pushing in and out of you. You were a moaning mess. Nothing was fast about this. It was all slow and loving. Hidden emotions were coming out. Hidden emotions of love and pining. Quinn and you come together.
After Quinn got out of bed he came back with a damp rag, and gently cleaned you up. Crawling back into bed with you he never let go of your hands. You both slept with a new sense of purpose. And when you woke up the next morning you told him how much you would love to go back to Orlando and stay with him and his family. You fell in love with Quinn Hughes and wasn’t going to let him go anytime soon.
finished.
#hockey fic#nhl fic#Quinn Hughes fic#Quinn Hughes imagine#Quinn Hughes x reader#Quinn hughes#nhl imagine#nhl x reader#my writing#jake virtanen#brock boeser#Quinn Hughes fluff#Quinn Hughes smut#Quinn Hughes angst
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but I knew you ⋆ draco malfoy
A/N- this is a draco malfoy imagine based off taylor swift’s song ‘cardigan’.
Bold font is flashbacks, bold italic font are the lyrics!
angst and i guess a little fluff here and there:)
Sensual politics
When you are young, they assume you know nothing
Voldemort was back. There was no denying it, everyone knew it. Whether they wanted to believe it or not, he was back. Hogwarts no longer had that gleam of ‘safe and perfect’.
“I saw him, Y/n, I did. I wouldn’t lie about something like this.” Harry potter mumbled next to you as you sat with the gold trio, your fork slushing around the mashed potatoes on your plate.
“I know harry, I believe you. I just wish Umbridge did, she’s such a git.” You scoffed, causing Ron to chuckle. The turkey leg the Weasley was holding to his lips caused grease and juice to spew onto his chin. You and Hermione shared a disgusted glance as you handed him a napkin.
You were pulled out of your thoughts as you saw shining, blonde platinum hair enter the great hall. “I’ll be right back, I need to have a word with a certain Slytherin.” You excused yourself and shuffled towards Draco.
You flattened your robes as you approached him. “Draco...”You said softly, reaching out to grab the pureblood’s arm. Draco jumped slightly, causing a frown to grow on your features. He had been so different lately, no longer wanting to sit with you at the astronomy tower in the middle of the night, no longer asking you to sit with him during meals. Dark bags had found a home under his normally bright, beautiful blue eyes. His eyes still caused your heart to falter but in a different way. When he looked at you, his expression was no longer soft and warm, it was cold and distant. As if he wasn’t actually there in front of you, his brain elsewhere.
“Draco..” You said again, trying to get him to focus on you.
“I have something to attend to.” Draco said coolly and turned, leaving you standing alone by the Slytherin table. Pansy gave you a sad smile, she was always weirdly nice to you.
You returned a kind, small smile that you could muster. You turned on your heel and walked out of the great hall, your mind spinning and running through what the hell was happening.
Everything felt different. No, everything was different. And you knew it.
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But I knew you
Dancin' in your Levi's
Drunk under a streetlight
I, I knew you
Hand under my sweatshirt
Baby, kiss it better, right
You sat on your bed, thankful that your shared room was empty. You lied down and let out a sigh. What was happening with Draco, he’d been so different lately. He was normally so open with you, which was a surprise to everyone at first, especially you. But overtime you stopped wondering why he was so nice to you, you accepted it with grace and became close the Draco. You saw him differently than everyone else, you actually knew Draco. The real him.
You remember your first of many Hogsmeade dates.
It was spring time, the air felt clean and warm, inviting. You and Draco had just left the leaky caldron and had way too many butterbeers.
“Watch your step here.” Draco said from behind you as you walked, stepping over a couple of fallen stones. You giggled softly, his warm breath fanned the back of your neck, causing goosebumps to fall in it’s wake. You don’t remember why but you guys stopped for some reason, your conversation flowing with ease. There were giggles in the air and everything felt right.
“When we get back to my common room, we need to dance.” Draco hummed, leaning against a lamppost.
“The Draco Malfoy dances?” You teased.
“I do.” Draco said smugly, a playful grin erupted onto his lips, making your heart jump. “And I’m bloody good at it.”
“Oh yeah? Let’s see those moves Malfoy.” You laughed loudly as Draco began dancing. It was awful to say the least, his moves were sloppy from his tipsy state but it was the smile on his face and the laughs that fell from his lips that made you smile widely.
You began dancing with him, no music, just the sounds of the two of you laughing and teasing each other.
Draco took your hand, spinning you before pulling you flush against his chest. Your breath hitched, whether it was the alcohol in your system or your underlining feelings, your cheeks darkened.
“I’m gonna kiss you.” Draco said quietly, your eyes widened. “Not now, but soon.” You were content with that answer, despite you wanting his seemingly soft, pink lips against your own at that very moment.
Draco had kept his word, kissing you hundreds of times after that night. Each kiss and touch made you feel like you were on fire, alive. And you wouldn’t have it any other way.
Tears pulled in the corner of your eyes as you the memories came crashing around you. You just wanted Draco to be okay again, something was definitely wrong. Your thoughts drifted to one specific memory.
You had just gotten out of detention with Umbridge. Her detentions were the worse. You had been laying in Draco’s bed, his arms around you as you cried silently. Draco accidentally brushed his fingers over the red, bleeding words on your hand, making you gasp slightly. “I’m sorry my love, I didn’t mean to.” He cooed in your ear softly.
You offered the boy a sad smile and reassured him it wasn’t his fault. You and Draco sat in comfortable silence before he brought your injured hand to his lips. His breath fanned over the wounds, causing you to shudder. Draco eyed you carefully as he brought his lips to the wounds, kissing each letter that spelt out ‘I will obey authority.’
“Feels better already.” You laughed softly, causing Draco to smile widely.
“In that case I’ll continue.” He grinned evilly before kissing down your neck, your eyes fluttering close as you embraced the warm feeling pulling inside your stomach.
That Draco took care of you, making you feel good in more than one way. At the end of it all, you lied in each other’s arms again, whispering sweet nothings and basking in the scent of his sweater.
“Y/N?” Hermione asked quietly as she looked at you, pulling you out of your thoughts. You weren’t even sure when she had entered your guys’ room.
“Sorry, what were you saying?” You offered a small smile.
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And when I felt like I was an old cardigan
Under someone's bed
You put me on and said I was your favorite
You sat on the edge of the windowsill, enjoying the night view from the astronomy tower. You snuggled into your sweater. It was one of Draco’s old sweater’s. You breathed in his scent, smoky and comforting. Merlin you missed him.
Suddenly something fell behind you, causing you to jump. You stood to your feet and say Draco standing at the doorway, the moonlight highlighting his features beautifully. “Draco.” Your heart hammered against your ribcage as you tried to steady your breathing.
“Didn’t know anyone was up here, I’ll let you be.” He turned to leave.
Before you could even think, your feet were moving and you were flying towards him. You wrapped your arms around his backside and whined softly. “Please. Please stay. I miss you.” You feel tears falling down your cheeks, leaking into Draco’s shirt.
Draco turned and pushed you away in one swift motion. You stumbled back, looking up at him with watery eyes.
“Merlin, Y/N.” He sighed, running a hand through his hair.
“Draco, I miss you. So much, please. Don’t push me away, I know everything about you and-”
Draco scuffed, cutting you off. “You don’t know anything, Y/N. We went on a couple of dates and snogged a little and suddenly you think you know me?”
Why was he being so cold? “B-But I-I...” Your throat began to sting and burn as you swallowed back tears. “But you said you cared about me? You were so sweet and you made me feel special.” You just wanted Draco to say he was sorry, and for him to tell you what was on his mind as you played with his hair. You wanted to hold him and tell him everything was gonna be okay, that you guys would get through this together.
“Oh, bloody hell. Y/N, you would feel special if any git held open a door for you. You just want attention, affection from anyone who will give it to you. Frankly, I’m rather bored of you. You’re quite boring and needy. You’re so dense to reality it’s rid-”
“Stop!” You screamed, you didn’t care if anyone heard you. You backed up to the window and leaned against it for leverage. “You-You asshole! Why, why are you being such a dick?! I’ve done nothing but be kind and patient with you, yet you’re saying all this...” You shook your head as the tears began to fall more and more. “You don’t mean it. I know you don’t. I know how you feel about me.”
“Oh? And how do I feel about you, Y/L/N?” Draco smirked.
“You love me, I know you do.”
Draco laughed, but it seemed like a tired one. “Oh, that’s rich. Really is. I don’t love you. I never have and I never will, you were merely a new experience for me. And now I’m done.” You looked at him, you could practically feel your heart breaking.
“Fuck you.” You seethed and pushed past him, running out of the room and towards your common room. Your shoes pounded loudly against the stone floor as you rand ran. When you finally reached your common room, you collapsed on one of the couches and began sobbing. The sobs racked through your body, causing you to shake and heave for air. How could someone be so cruel? So heartless? Did you even really know Draco like you thought you did? Of course you did, you told yourself. But maybe you didn’t, because that person you left in the astronomy tower wasn’t the boy you grew to love.
At the beginning, before you had met Draco, you always felt unlovable. Like you weren’t ever good enough for anyone. It seemed that way at least, always being second or third even. Boys would always want to be with you sexually, but none of them ever seemed to want more, want to love you.
That all changed when you met Draco, he had made you feel special. Really special. He had made your heart skip beats and made you smile more than you had ever before. He was caring, kind and warm. he was funny, and sucked at cooking. He loved to read but wouldn’t show anyone that side of him.
Draco had opened his heart to you, and you gladly took it. Draco had made you feel like you were enough for once, you always seemed to be first in his eyes.
But you guessed that wasn’t the truth.
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'Cause I knew you
Steppin' on the last train
Marked me like a bloodstain
You hadn’t spoken to Draco since everything. You didn’t want to, the thought of him caused your chest to rise and fall in an ungodly manner. You didn’t want to see him smile or laugh, the thought caused bile to rise intro the back of your throat.
“Y/n.” Ron said, you turned to the red head and smiled. “Gonna miss you this summer! You sure you don’t want to join Harry and Hermione coming to the burrow? Mum won’t mind one more mouth to feed.” He cheesed.
“My dad misses me, I promised I’d spend the whole summer with him. But I will see you next year.” You gave your best friend a tight hug. You hated lying to Ron, to any of them. But you wanted to spend this summer alone, wallowing in your heartbreak. Your dad wasn’t even gonna be home for half the summer.
“Alright then, we’ll see you later Y/N! We’ve got to catch the first train.” Hermione said as she hugged you quickly, followed by Harry.
You waved your best friends goodbye, leaving you alone at the train platform. Other classmates waited here and there, some getting on the next train that came. Unfortunately you were the last train of the day.
Leaning against a wall, you read a book to past the time, occasionally glancing up to check your watch. When you looked up from your thick book, you saw him. He looked handsome as always as he stared ahead at the train coming into the station. It was the last train.
“Shit.” You cursed, spilling your book into your carry on bag and standing to your feet. You watched as Malfoy checked his luggage, making sure he had evrything he need. He stood straight again, eyes sweeping his surrounding before you two made eye contact. You felt frozen in place, watching as Draco took his eyes off of you and walked straight onto the train.
He had looked at you, genuinely looked at you. Your heart sank as you thought about his face, his expression. He had no sign of remorse, his eyes had nothing in them that hinted that he missed you as much as you missed him. He looked more annoyed than anything. That’s what hurt the most, he seemed to hate you now. You blinded back tears before grabbing your luggage and climbing onto the last train.
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I, I knew you
Leavin' like a father
Runnin' like water, I
And when you are young, they assume you know nothing
You lied on your living room couch, flicking through the channels. You don’t know why you were so picky with what show too put on, it was just gonna be background noise anyways. That’s what it seemed like, everything was background noise now. Your thoughts were always filled with Draco’s eyes and his smile.
Your friends all wrote you letters when you first arrived home for the summer, but you just never replied. You didn’t have the energy to. You didn’t have the energy for anything it seemed like. Your father was still away on business matters, thankfully. You knew if he saw you right now he would be worried, very worried. You looked tired, thinner than usual. You had the same bags under your eyes as Draco did.
Merlin. Why did your stupid brain always go back to him. You sighed, rubbing your hand aimlessly over your eye lids. You were tired, but you hadn’t been able to sleep since Merlin knows when. Your dreams were plagued with happy memories and you hated it. You’d give an arm and a leg to have bloody nightmares instead.
Suddenly there was a pounding on the door. You looked over at the entry way, towards the front door. Your cat, Milo, sat on the headrest of the couch and stared at you curiously as you rose to your feet. You slowly made your way over to the door as the banging continued, now more loudly. You took a deep breath before opening the door, you genuinely didn’t know who it would be.
Ron, Harry, and Hermione stood at your front door, a smiling Dobby at their feet. Unlike the house elf, your friends did not have a smile on their faces. “Bloody hell, Y/N!” Hermione yelled as she shoved you aside, storming into your house. She turned towards you as the boys followed silently. “Are you kidding me? Where have you been? What have you been doing this whole bloody summer!” You’d never seen her so angry, she’d never gone off this bad with Ron. Dobby tugged on the sleeves of your sweater, making you tear your eyes off of your friends.
“Dobby is sorry, Dobby only wished to help his friends find Y/N. Dobby was worried for his friend.” Your body began to shake as you heard him speak. They cared about you, all of them And you had lied to them for your own selfish reasons. You felt guilt eating away at you slowly.
The frizzy haired girl looked down at the kitchen table, picking up a stack of unopened letters. Their unopen letters. “What the hell. You couldn’t even bother to open them.” Ron chimed in. He looked more hurt than anything. His frowned deepened as he met your eye. Harry remained silent, staring sadly at you.
“I-I..” You began to speak but the words could barely make it past your dry, chapped lips. You licked then quickly and looked down at your feet. You could feel the tears beginning to well up at the ends of your eyes. Merlin you were tired of crying.
“Is your dad home?” Hermione asked, her voice was less harsh but still firm. You shook your head as your bottom lip quivered slightly.
“When will he be returning?” Ron asked. You looked past him and at the wall behind him. You had to tell the truth, you’d already upset them.
“Another 3 weeks.” You said flatly. “I haven’t seen him since the start of summer. I’ve been here alone.” You looked at Harry, watching his eyebrows raise in shock.
“You lied to us.” Harry said, his tone dripping with disappointment.
That. That look they were all wearing on their faces, the silent words they weren’t speaking. The tension in the air. That was it. You felt something crack inside you and you gasped. Tears poured down your cheeks as you began breathing heavily. It was as if you’d had felt every possible emotion ever, but all of the negative ones. You felt loss, anger, betrayal, guilt, anxious, hungry, tired and numb. You couldn’t handle the way legs trembled as you collapsed the ground.
Harry was the first to act, scooping into his arms. Hermione came to your side and rubbed you. Ron crouched in front of you, tears in his own eyes as he watched one of his best friends break in front of him. “Y/N. What’s going on? What is happening to you?” Ron said softly.
“Just breathe, it’s okay we can talk about this after you calm down. You’re okay, we’re not cross with you. I’m sorry I yelled.” Hermione sniffled, hugging you while your in Harry’s arms.
“Yeah, we aren’t mad at you. We’ve been worried, extremely worried. That's why we’re here. We care about you.” Harry’s voice boomed behind you. Hermione and Ron nodded quickly, agreeing with the Boy Who Lived.
After you had calmed down and were able to make coherent sentences, you told them everything. You told them why you lied, you explained what happened with Draco. You apologized over and over, begging for your friends to forgive you for being so dumb. You were so dumb for not telling them, what were you thinking? You were so caught up in your head that you completely forgot you had amazing friends who meant the world to you.
“It’s okay, I’m sorry that happened to you. You deserve nothing but the best. Draco is far from that.” Hermione whispered softly next to you. You and the golden trio were now in your room. Hermione lied next to you, Ron on your other side as Harry sat on your floor, rubbing a purring Milo.
“I swear I’ll bash his stupid face in when I see him. No one deserves to hear those things he said to you, especially you.” Ron said as he rubbed your arm comfortingly.
“I..I just didn’t expect him to just leave like that. So abrupt and sudden.” You sighed. Draco had left your life just as fast as he entered it. Changing everything just the same. The pain you had felt when he left was the same pain you felt whenever your father would leave for his business trips. You remembered how you wrapped yourself around his tall frame, throwing a temper tantrum because you didn’t want him to leave you. But now it was Draco who had left, and you couldn’t wrap yourself around him to make him stay.
The rest of the night was spent cuddling and talking with your friends, and drinking pumpkin juice. You were happy that they came, truly. You didn’t want wallow in your sorrow anymore. You wanted to be free from Draco and the memories. But that was easier said than done.
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But I knew you'd linger like a tattoo kiss
I knew you'd haunt all of my what-ifs
The smell of smoke would hang around this long
'Cause I knew everything when I was young
I knew I'd curse you for the longest time
Chasing shadows in the grocery line
Returning back to Hogwarts wasn’t as hard as you anticipated. You’d spent the rest of your summer with the Weasley’s at the burrow. Molly was exhilarated when you showed up at her door with Ron, Hermione and Harry. The mother never failed to make you feel like you were apart of their big family.
You’d just finished unpacking your trunks when Hermione waltzed into the room. “You’re lucky I’m letting you have the bed next to the window. I always claim it.” She hummed as she plopped down onto your bed. You laughed loudly.
“Well thank you, I don’t know how I could ever repay you.” You giggled, sitting next to your best friend.
She wore a wide grin as she grabbed your hands in her down. “I know how you can repay your debt.” She began as she watched you slowly. “Please tell me if you need anything, I’m serious. If you need to cry, let me know. If you need space, let me know. Just don’t push me away again. Any of us. We all love you, Y/N. You’re our best friend and we want to help you, that’s all.”
You smiled and threw your arms around the girl’s shoulders. “I love you, Mimi. What would I do without you.” You whipped the few stray tears that had escaped your eyes.
“Please don’t call me ‘Mimi’! I hate that childish name.” Hermione groaned before standing up.
You laughed as you followed your friend out of the dorms and through the common room. You made your way through the halls and towards the great hall. Harry and Ron were at your table already, chowing down. Your stomach grumbled loudly as you took in all the food before you. The welcoming feasts were always the best.
You sat down quickly, putting some shrimp and green beans onto your plate. “They have shrimp?” Ron asked, mouth full of bread. He eyed the shrimp on your plate before slowing reaching across the table.
“Ronald! Get your own shrimp, you thief.” You swatted his sticky fingers away from your plate. Ron smiled and scooped some of the seafood onto his own plate. Everything felt right again, you felt happy. You didn’t have to force a smile or a laugh, it was so natural. You’d missed yourself, you missed feeling like yourself.
A smoky, sweet scent wavered passed your nose, causing you to drop your fork onto your plate. You knew that smell all too well, it was him. You turned your head towards the smell and saw his blonde hair walking towards his table. You watched as he sat down with his Slytherin friends, laughing at something one of them had said.
You frowned, turning forward again. The familiar feeling of dread began to fill your chest once more. You didn’t want to cry, you were so tired of crying. “Y/N.” Harry said softly, reaching across the table and touching your hand gently. “You’re gonna be okay, it stops hurting eventually.” You nodded at his words, thanking him.
And you were okay, somewhat. Somedays were harder than others, but you could feel yourself healing minute by minute. The memories didn’t help though. You couldn’t go to the astronomy tower anymore, the memories too strong to ignore. You couldn’t sit under your favorite tree by the black lake anymore, memories of eating stolen pastries and chocolates with the boy who broke your heart. Hogwarts wasn’t the same without Draco by your side. You didn’t want it that way, but for now that was your truth, your reality.
Draco had imbedded a place in your mind, whether it was a present thought or in the back of your head; he was always there.
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A/N- let me know how you guys like this one:) PART TWO IS UP YAY!!!
part two- What am I now?
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God I'm so glad to talk about the game lmao. I also finished it! It was fine Ig I think the start of the game was so fantastic so my expectations were a bit much but it was fun! I loved playing as Ciri and just zapping all over the place, wish we could do that more.
But yeah I completely agree with you on basically everything that you said lmaooo, Yen is just unbareable the more I learn about her and the things shes done/the way she treats ppl, I just don't see what I'm meant to like, even if Geralt wasn't the Best person, he deserves so so much better, Idk how I'm gonna read the books if this romance is canon there too, hopefully it won't bother me too much. She so far doesn't really have any redeeming qualities, even her small moments of humour and wit are sort of "yeah okay but it's not fun when you do it cause you just spent the past few moments berating someone for daring to try and help you so like"
I actually ended up sort of liking triss the more I talked with her and Yen, she at least apologises for her wrongs (which are still massive holy shit) and doesn't rly treat geralt like shit (same with Kiera, I think thats how her name is spelt, shes cool), they both kinda fuck over geralt but they own up to it which I can at least respect, still not a fan but they're okay, at times. God the women in this game are either really fucking cool or just a bitch, usually in a not fun way
The game came with both dlcs! havent really touched them cause the ending was a bitttt of a let down, I thought I wasn't near finishing cause I put it off for so long lol so my bad, probably will get into them tho! And im on ps4 so no mods :( the exp shit would be so good, the last boss fights were really easy though? I think I was level 34 (I wanted to wear my good armour lol) and the quests are level 28 so maybe I was a bit over leveled but some random mobs in world beat my ass just before the main quests so idk lol. Do you get to hang with Ciri at all post game? They're so damn cute together
Out of curiosity which ending did you get? I was pretty satisfied overall (witcher!Ciri ending for me) but I remember thinking that the last couple of plot points were pretty rushed. Though tbh, looking back I’m not sure if that’s actually the case, or if things just felt fast to me because I missed so much buildup trying to keep track of the basics. Now that I know the characters, world, conflicts, etc. I keep coming across lines and details that make me go, “Oh, THAT’S what we were referring to!” for plot points that previously felt like they came out of nowhere.
Playing Ciri is so much fun though. I enjoy zapping around as well...even when I accidentally zap myself into some guy's sword XD
I’m constantly told Yen gets better in the books (something, something major character development) and I’d be lying if I said that “The Last Wish” didn’t turn me off, but I personally stopped reading due to more than just Yen. The epic just didn’t grab me. The short stories absolutely, but I didn’t like the writing as much in novel form, heard a lot about future plot points I had no interest in/made me very uncomfortable, didn’t want to read a bunch of Yen being Yen prior just to getting a development I may or may not like… there was a lot that made me drop the books, so I’m not exactly in the best position to be recommending them, or even warning against them from an unbiased perspective lol. I might give them another shot sometime, but for now I’m happy with the games and fandom content.
I’m liking Triss a lot more on my second playthrough too (especially how selfless she is regarding the other mages) and I always liked Keira. I think the game did a good job of making her kinda selfish and manipulative (as sorceresses are wont to be in this world), but not to such an extent that you’re utterly repulsed by her actions. Her conflict is “I want to not live in squalor the rest of my days and am willing to mislead a friend to achieve that. Also foolishly trust a mad king that, if I go through with it, ends in my horrific death.” With the resolution being like, “Oh, someone else will give me a place of safety with something as basic as clean bedding? Sweet! Yeah, now that I have some security, company, and comfort I’ll use this research to cure a plague, nbd.” Keira is a great example of TW3’s argument that if you choose to help and nurture people, good things will happen for everyone, and it doesn’t ask you to ignore anything really awful to get there. I can very much stomach “You kept some info from me and put me to sleep for the night” in a way that’s far harder to do with, “You actively misled me for months while I had amnesia, cultivating this fantasy relationship” or “You callously disregard another’s culture and torture our daughter’s friend through necromancy.”
Depending on the choices you’ve already made, you can hang out with Ciri for like, one cut scene in the DLCs lol. But it’s indeed a cute one! Basically, if you didn’t romance either Triss or Yen and Ciri is still alive, you should see her again. I’m absolutely that fan that if CDPR decided, after this many years, to randomly add more TW3 content, I would in no way be opposed. I want more time with Ciri, with Regis, there’s a character from the second game named Iorveth who was supposed to reappear in TW3 but had to be cut and that tragedy will forever haunt me. Forget the mess that is Cyberpunk, just keep making more Witcher content!
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Trans obey me hours bitches
(Main Post) If you were fortunate enough to avoid the first one, I recommend reading it first, but you don’t need to dw! guys keep hitting me up with obey me stuff in my inbox– I just wanted to finish this before I started anything else, but I love seeing your sexuality HC‘s amd can’t wait to talk Abt it!
I recon that it’s difficult for certain characters to go ‘unnoticed’ as trans for whatever reason, so here’s my thought, ask box is always open for obey me thoughts, especially if you think I’m representing anyone incorrectly or get anything wrong xx
•Lucifer would be one of the only brothers to go completely under the radar. Very few would ever imagine that he isn’t infact a cis male, and none would dare mention it to him. It’s a known fact that it’s practically impossible to catch lucifer in any state of undress, and whilst he’s unhappy with the attention thats brought towards it, he’s glad that no one has succeeded. Lucifer has scars on his chest, and whilst he’s taken good care of them to ensure optimal healing, they never completely left, the discoloured strip lighting up his already porcelain skin. Most days he’s able to completely forget about them, but occasionally he’ll see himself in the mirror and it’s stings, the reminder that hell never truly be what he considers perfect. On particularly bad days he will shut himself into his study only leaving for meal times (setting a good example to the others of course) and for classes, which isn’t too different from usually, but he shouts less, and the others can’t help but feel bad for taking advantage of Lucifers bad days, instead opting to maybe just, leave the fight for tomorrow yea?
•Mammon probably suffers pretty badly from dysphoria. His demon form requires him to expose the scars across his chest and as a result, quite a lot of people have a hunch. Anytime anyone asks he laughs it of with another story ‚attacked by huge bears!‘ ‚human witch tried ta kill me!‘ ,I battled diavolo and won!‘ but no one really believes his stories and he knows it. He appreciates that no one bothers him about it too much, but he doesn’t really like people knowing, it feels like they have something over him, like black mail, and we know how often mammon is blackmailed. Despite that he’s a successful model, having done plenty of shirtless shoots, and he’s noticed that the scars are never in the final picture, edited out in favour of flawlessly smooth skin, amd whilst he wishes he looked that way, it still feels wrong to see himself without them, especially when no ones brought it up to him.
•Levi absolutly has the worst dysphoria– due to his lungs being unlike any other demons (his demon form seems to have gills?) it’s dangerous for him to get surgery (not to mention he’s probably terrified of the prospect). As a result he just accepted a long time ago that he’d always have to bind. Considering how he’s almost always in his room, it’s not like many people know, but sometimes he’ll be in a raid and his voice will crack just one too many times when he’s mad, or he’ll get too defensive over someone else being attacked for being LGBT that there’s a few rumours online that he might be trans. He ignores them solidly in hope they go away but on bad days he can’t help but read them all– see complete strangers pick him apart and it hurts. Unable to bind for too long (for the fear of his brothers wrath) Levi often opts to wear huge clothes when in his room, which is part of the reason he makes people wait before entering, quickly changing into a binder, regardless of who’s at the door.
•Being neither Male nor female, it’s obviously impossible for Satan to go under the radar. Using they/them pronouns means that they’re often made to come out to people pretty soon after meeting them, given that they didn’t already know. Sometimes they just don’t have the energy to go through the gruelling task of listening to people stumble whilst trying to talk to them and will just leave, but being the avatar of wrath apparently has some advantages as very rarely does anyone try stop them. No one deliberately misgenders Satan twice, often meeting their timely end as they won’t hesitate to tear into anyone who has the disrespect to purposefully try hurt someone that way. Satan probably keeps an updated ‚LGBTQ+‘ book directory for any younger students, and has become something of a rolemodel completely unbeknownst to them, just for being an openly queer student (probably has a few admirers too).
•Asmo has a complicated, yet perfectly simple relationship with gender, whatever’s right is right. Usually using any pronouns, but occasionally making a request usually in the form of ‚I’m a princess tonight‘ or ‚i think I’m Daddy, don’t you?‘ and whilst the Brothers find it somewhat strange, theyre supportive and accustomed to the avatar of lusts mannerisms. Usually unbothered by strangers critiques, asmo is no stranger to being the centre of attention, be it a party, shoot or gossip blog. However this doesn’t mean that sometimes their body just feels wrong, like they can’t quite be comfortable whilst everyone’s talking to or about them, however sometimes fearing speaking up, feeling that they might be cut down for being over dramatic or fragile, which usually wouldn’t bother them, but in a more personal matter, it doesn’t always work out that way. Asmo is treated very much like any other human world celebrity that comes out as gender queer, often ignored by the press unless it’s relevant to the story
•Beel Is one of the brothers who passed stealth almost immediatly, having always been more muscular, much taller, and with a more subdued personality that no one questioned. Despite that, at first there was a fear that eating so much would cause him to gain weight on his hips or thighs, but he quickly found a love for working out that he hasn’t shaken since. Members of Beels gym are mostly aware that he’s trans, he doesn’t have a problem with people knowing, as long as they continue to show the same respect for him. He probably continues to post shirtless pics, not caring about what people think of him, and a lot of young queer people look up to him. He’s always happy to talk to anyone who comes up to him and asks for help, always willing to help others feel more comfortable, to give them that little boost.
•Belphie always struggled next to Beel. Of course they never told him that, and to this day belphie feels bad about keeping it a secret, but it’s better than upsetting Beel, right? Belphie didn’t really feel like anything. Definitely not a woman, but not a man? Non binary and gender queer never felt right, more like wearying a sticky name tag with your name spelt backwards where everyone pretends to understand it, when you know it’s wrong. Belphie took hormone replacements for a few years, wanting to remove the association with their birth assigned gender, but after a while, that started to feel wrong too, it was too much. A lot of people ask Beel ‚what Belphie is?‘ and when he told Belphie, they just told him to shrug. If Belphie doesn’t know, why would they? But a lot of people think they know, telling them ‚oh you must be agender!‘ ‚oh so youre Demi gendered?‘ but why would they know? Why do they feel entitled to their indentity? It’s draining.
#Hope you’re all doing okay xx#remeber to drink water and take some deep breaths#unclench your jaw and move to a more comfortable position#light some candles– I have about seven lit rn and the mix of pumpkin strawberry’s & cream and ocean breeze is weirdly relxing#trans obey me#obey me#obey me shall we date#obey me luficer#obey me mammon#obey me levi#obey me leviathan#obey me satan#obey me asmo#obey me asmodeus#obey me Beel#obey me beelzebub#obey me belphie#obey me belphegor#trans#THI#obey me shenanigans#obey me headcanons
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About Me (Gabe/Nate)
No one actually sent in any asks and I’m bored so I’m just going to answer this questions. They are below this extension thingy and if you want to have a go, here’s the link.
I swear a lot so Saiph thought it important that I warn you ahead of time.
Are you human or nonhuman?
This is actually a pretty funny question for me. So way before it was all worked out, everybody thought I was a fallen angel (not like demonic, angel looking), and I thought so too for a bit but none of us parts are catholic or believe in christianity anymore. I still imagine myself with feather-y wings from time to time tho.
Age?
I feel 19, always have, and I didn’t age when we actually passed that age.
Height?
Whatever height the body is (I don’t fucking measure myself, I don’t see the point)
Name origin? If an introject feel free to include whatever backstory
So my name was originally Gabriel, shortened it to Gabe cus none of us are christian, but then I thought, you know what, I’m gonna change my name totally, so I changed it to Nathaniel, but then recently, I’m thinking, you know what, I fucking like the name Gabriel, who gives a fuck if its christian or whatever. But I’m sorta used to Nate now so yeah.
Favourite colour?
I like red quite a lot but I think dark green and black suit me well when I wearing them.
How does being a system affect you irl?
It just means I don’t get to do what I wanna do most of the time. I’m thin, so I wanna look thin, but the host and Boot are fine with being chubby and they front the most. I want to learn how to cook more, but the money gets spent on other shit and I don’t get time to prepare stuff like bread or whatever.
Any fun inner world adventures?
Everyone is always talking about inner worlds and I honestly don’t think we have one, I know you can create one as part of therapy though so maybe I can tell you some stuff one day in the future
How many headmates are there that you know of?
There’s 3 other parts and I’m pretty sure that’s all of us, the host has been realising we might have OSDD since 2018 and I’ve always been pretty sure there’s 4 of us since I can remember and no one new has ever formed or some one hidden has exposed themselves.
Are you open about being a system?
No, we aren’t, the most open we are is online where there is a sense of anonmity, (or however the fuck that word is spelt) this is because of me and the host’s feelings. One, we might be wrong, the lies I used to feed the host might not be lies and we might be imaginary or its a different condition, two, I don’t think its safe to be telling people, there’s too much stigma and those who don’t hate you or fear you treat you like something to oogle at.
Any foods you’d like to try?
Loads, mostly sweet foods but I’d also like to find a soup we like. Soup looks nice, and it evokes nice feelings but all of them feel horrible and taste disgusting.
What languages can you speak? Does the body actually know these languages?
I can speak English and that’s your lot. And yeah, we know English.
Favourite person in the system
This is such a rude question and I love it! Besides myself, its Boot, Boot is the only part that doesn’t get on my fucking nerves but maybe thats cus he’s 9 and 9 year olds can do whatever.
Favourite person outside the system?
I don’t have one? I don’t spend enough nice time around people to have gotten one. I front to cook, eat and to yell at people who are threatening to us, I can remember other part’s experiences with people that are nice, but I actually haven’t had any.
Whats a thing you consider yourself very good at?
Flirting, and making topnotch shortbread. I was actually talking to a cute guy from Ireland who was at Trinity College but the host freaked out cus they’re still dealing with emotions from their previous relationship and deleted the dating account and app so fuck me I guess.
Say at least 1 positive thing about yourself.
At least 1, well I’m very sexy, I’m good with kids, I have a good sense of style and I’m gay.
Something you wish to improve within yourself?
I need to not get as angry as easily would be the proper grown up response but I really just want to get better at dancing.
Coke or pepsi?
No one here drinks any of that shit but if you just want weird brown fizzy liquid, I like Dr Pepper.
Any trinkets you wear or carry irl to feel more like yourself?
I don’t have any? I like collars, but we haven’t got any in the style I like and we can’t afford Docs or multiple pairs of converse.
If you could change the body in one way, what would it be?
Be thinner, being this thicc without being on hormones just means everything is wrong and makes me dysphoric.
Does your sexuality differ from the singletsona or host at all?
Singletsona! We don’t have one of those, just go along with the host cus they’re the host because they are gonna have to deal with this sort of thing more. But yeah, my sexuality is different, I’m homo(demi)romantic and homo(grey)sexual.
21 but gender identity
The host is enby transmasc, I’m a guy and even tho the body is AFAB, I don’t view myself as trans cus I never thought, even for a second that I was a girl or went along with what people assumed I am. I am happy to use they pronouns tho.
Favourite song?
In a Cave by Kitchens Of Distinction and Ghost by The Horrors
Do you have a space inner world? Whats it like?
We don’t have an inner world so I don’t have a personal space either.
#personal experiences#🍩#osdd system#osdd#osdd alter#actuallyosdd#(not been diagnosed yet just for tagging so I can find friends)#dissociative alters#dissociative system#otherwise specified dissociative disorder
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Okay: I’ve watched it 4 times and here’s the things about the episode that I find interesting. Or that I’m looking too much into. You guys can all decide because idk.
- Roman seems to make alliterations when he's shocked? He's done it before, but now he's done it again and when he's surprised that Thomas 'lied' or 'tricked' the ticket person.
- Virgil has resting disappointed face even as he eats popcorn.
- Roman is very dramatic about the age thing. "He's in his thirties, he may as well be in his sixties." "Can't think of new excuses quick enough in his old age."
- "I love you" is very big words. Do not use them, or forget them, lightly around Virgil.
- Have they always been on his back so much about lying, or was it only after Janus was introduced?
- Possibility: Romans eyes actually change into hearts when cute guy appears?
- Also: Roman goes into Shakespearean when cute guy appears.
- Roman is so optimistic when it comes to love! But not about other Sides? He's rather pessimistic when it came to Virge (at the beginning) and Janus. And kinda Remus too.
- Roman has used "We don't know if he's not gay" more times then the three can count.
- Pins equals introverts way of talking apparently. I guess that makes sense, since there’s pins for almost every kind of hobby, and Virgil knows this too.
- Roman sounds rather happy when they found out that Nico likes Paramore. Supporting his emo friend and his hobbies right there.
- “The Nightmare Before Christmas” is and will always be a Prinxiety thing. Did you see those star eyes Roman gave? And how happy-surprised Virge was?
- Virgil does think about romance too. “You can live like Jack and Sally, if you want.” Kind of cute.
- Virgil has eyes like a damn hawk. He saw those pins and went full on x10 zoom on them.
- Roman’s got some adorable music happening when more clues appear.
- Sticker/Button System must be followed or Virge no happy.
- Roman is almost as good as Patton with puns, except he has to explain it. Has he done that before? I feel like he has. I feel like this is a thing but I’m not sure.
- Roman and Virgil have about the same wavelength when it came to the creepy stalking-ish part. They both cringe when Thomas goes off to the side.
- If you use a word at the end of a sentence that sounds like a name at Roman, he thinks you got his name wrong. He did it at some other point I can’t remember when but he does this. Kind of feels like a autism and/or ADHD trait? (I know I for sure get confused sometimes)
- “Great... he’s gay” “Great indeed...” “GREAT INDEED” I love them. Just gonna say that again.
- Roman has this big thing about his name and it doesn’t seem like its a thing he’s faking? He seems genuinely confused. The one that’s two above mentions it, and the way he spelt it at the trial? And how he seemed very defensive when Janus spelt it wrong? This is a thing.
- Virgil is a self-proclaimed expert of anti-social etiquette and I say he deserves that title.
- Virgil also really likes non-verbal ways of communicating.
- Roman does the thing where you put your two pointer fingers together and its adorable.
- Fast head nod of agreement coming from Roman here. Over dramticness? Or actual quirk?
- Roman very much freaks out when flirting goes wrong. Not just a Virgil thing.
- Virgil be scaring Thomas with zero regrets when he lost his test that the Universe gave him.
- Virgil be very glad to admit when he’s panicking. He also has admitted when he’s anxious in the past. He knows it, acknowledges it, makes Thomas and the others deal with it because dealing with it isn’t in the job description.
- Roman’s fine with compromise! Virgil gives an idea that attempts to help the romance part, Roman’s not 100% happy but rolls with it. Besties right here (even if they don’t know it). He does have a limit though.
- Nicknames are forever with Roman.
- Virgil is on Thomas’ left side, the more ‘thinky’ side of the brain. Roman is on the right, the more ‘feely’ side of the brain. It’s kind of more obvious in the scene where they grab Thomas a lot.
- Roman really slips with his feelings when he’s stressed. He says stuff that’s usually more about his self-worth. “You’re making a mistake.” “If I am, I’ll add it to the list.” That was said under a lot of stress and frustration. He’s done it before and he’s done it again; except now they don’t address it and it’s just a passing sentence.
- pLaNt
- Virgil would rather embarrass Thomas by making him talk to a stranger, instead of the guy that he thinks is cute? I mean, its very embarrassing by the end of it and Virge barely seems affected by it.
- And now Virgil is compromising. He works with Roman to make sure that Thomas looks okay (the “check your teeth” line).
- idk wtf the sty’s thing is about. Weirdly placed anxiety over it? Or something?
- Roman is very impulsive and basically throws Thomas into the trash can when a bad thing happens in front of a lot of people. Ego was definitely hurt there. Why hide instead of run away? Did Virgil sorta influence that?
- Plans help anxiety. Pretty sure they’ve covered that topic before, but lets just do a recap in this I guess.
- Virgil is half the people on this platform “Cyberstalking... but real life”. I mean, everyone makes a metaphor that has an actual word behind it sometimes.
- “Try Speaking from the heart” ... I expected Patton, but there has been moments before where a Side who is expected to be there, isn’t there. Logan showed this in “Moving On” when he physically left but he never REALLY left. Patton showing up to add his own words to this may have been too much for him? Or he thought it would be for the others?
- Ah crap here’s the monologue-
- First off, it’s very honest. Full on honesty. With no holding back. And it really hit the feels; but is it realistic though? (Genuinely asking I’ve never been in that kind of situation)
- Very rambly too “I honestly don’t know what I’m doing at the mall today. I don’t know what I was looking for... I guess that answers my question- The mall is where you go when you want something but you don’t know what it is because the mall has everything.” Very rambly, very nervous, very honest.
- Roman and Virgil are very... in awe? Shocked? What is this? Roman looks so contemplative as he looks at himself in the mirror and I wanna be in his brain and know what he’s thinking.
- “I don’t know a lot about anything. Least of all, myself.” Okay, Janus just pulled all the way away for a full minute and forty-eight seconds (this is 99% accurate) to just let Thomas talk and feel didn’t he? This is just complete honesty.
- Anyone would be awkward with the guy coming out of that stall. I’m awkward thinking about it and seeing it again. Moving on-
- “I gotta stop wooing strangers in bathrooms” just a 3000 word fic of at least one other time that he’s done this and I will be yours forever
- Virgil is a dramatic emo who dislikes lying. Crossed arms, waiting outside for him, looks up when he says “you know what I meant”- They’re all part of an actor your at least a LITTLE dramatic.
- Virgil has a big thing about lies and relationships. This has to do with him and Janus’ relationship somehow- It’s about Thomas’ relationships with friends and his romantic life too. He didn’t seem as annoyed about them in the ‘Lies’ song way back when which didn’t mention lying about any type of relationship.
- “Can’t have true love if the relationship isn’t built on truth.” Is this what he was thinking about in the bathroom? Its a cute line either way.
- Okay, Roman and Janus have some kind of... something. Cause a lot of Roman’s talks about his goals for Thomas pushes Thomas into relying on Janus until Roman realises that it’s morally bad OR (as seen in the talk after the bathroom scene) when he realises that it’ll be bad for Thomas in the long run.
- “Will (D)deceit continue to be the answer to all of your problems? Is that fair to him?” HIM WHO!? Janus or Nico!? Both!? AHHHH! This could mean so much in any direction you throw it but I can’t find the dang words!! “No, he’s better off without me.” This could just be Thomas misunderstanding the ‘him’ Virgil means too or he does understand idk-
- “I was afraid you left!” *INSERT TWO SIDES SCREAMING HERE* Hahaha he’s literally screaming on the inside omg-
- “He fears things too!?” Virgil doesn’t understand how people work when he’s worked up. Duly noted.
- Roman and Virgil equals A Gay Panic
- Thomas’ first thought when panicked is to ask the guy, that he thinks is cute and has been trying to get the attention of for the last while, ‘what is wrong with you?’ ... 10/10 Thomathy
- .Roman seems... a little resigned that another ‘chance at happiness’ is walking away? I mean, he’s super sad but resigned to his fate. That’s sad as hell. He’s USED TO THIS and I don’t like that 😢
- Virgil’s scene where he looks between, NOT Thomas, but Nico and Roman, is really well done and filled with... a lot. He psyches himself up first of, taking in quick breaths before pushing Thomas, obviously afraid but still doing it anyway. And the look he gives a very resigned Roman looks like its both guilt and sadness. Could just be me thinking that he has a ‘this is my fault’ thing.
- Full on surprise on Roman’s face when Virgil pushes Thomas. No one was expecting that.
- Carrots. The carrots brought them together. Thomas... you don’t have to eat carrots, but at least say ONCE that they aren’t all bad.
- “I like songs” you’ve also written some and sung x5 as many but okay, go with that I guess. (Is this to not brag about being a singer right away? I guess so?)
- If Nico was writing about something that happened midway through his visit to the food court, what was he writing about before that? Did he have nothing until Thomas tripped over the bin?
- “I tend to waste a lot of opportunities in my life” Then cuts to Virgil. Ouch. Direct hit on Virge...
- BRAVERY. (i’ll get back to this-)
- “Shut up, emo.” No complicated nicknames; just the easy picking. Very cute. Very yes. Roman your a sap and its great.
- When Thomas is telling Roman to ‘get out’, he sinks down and is he biting his thumb? He’s still excited. And I’m adding ‘biting’ to his list of stims.
- Virgil claps his hands. Roman and Virgil both cover their mouths. Both yell. Manic hand movements. Virgil gets Thomas to walks around and flappy hands. (And the nervous pee too I guess?)
- OKAY. EYESHADOW. Big thing, also new. I believe that it may be him ‘growing’ as a Side. First, he believed that he was JUST Thomas’ anxiety. Then comes to term with being more then that, which helps him become a ‘Light Side’. And now, he’s learnt that ‘fear’ and ‘bravery’ can both be present at the same time and is now growing from that as well.
So, his back and forth between black and purple could mean a back and forth of the ‘fear’ and ‘bravery’ aspects. Thomas about to send a bad tweet? Black. Optimistic about things ‘never being the same again’? Purple. Thomas bringing up that they just met? Black. Its a promising start? Purple again.
Purple when something optimistic, its purple. Pessimistic, its black. There’s a thing happening there.
- And also, lots of smiley Virgil when he goes purple. Brave enough to smile? Or optimistic enough to be truly happy about it?
- “Join me! No thinking!” Okay, all the ‘Roman Himbo’ stans have already gone nuts over this so I’ll keep going XD
- Roman’s first date idea is to go to France immediately and I love him for being so honestly over-the-top
- Dogs are the demons of anxiety its now a fact. They even bring out the Tempest Tongue, despite hearing the dog “thirty times a day”.
- Do not tell Virgil to relax. Black eyeshadow. Very on brand tbh. He does not relax and you should know this by now Roman.
All in all; I love them and the entire episode ❤️ 🧡 💛 💚 💙 💜
#ts spoilers#sanders sides spoilers#sanders asides spoilers#roman sanders#virgil sanders#roman headcanons#virgil headcanons#i guess?#tw caps#willowkeyes for reference#willowkeyes rants#*throws at Tumblr* imma go rb art now
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Sugar with a Side of Coffee Ch.4
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Chapter 4: It’s Actually Cate
Cate stared at the napkin in her hands in disbelief. Since Marta shoved it into her bag last night, she couldn’t stop thinking about it. She couldn’t believe that Derek had given Marta a napkin with Spencer’s number to give to her.
Cate had taken a liking to the tall, long haired agent. Cate couldn’t keep him off her mind after she had finally met the man behind the order that had consumed her sugar supply. She felt like a giddy school girl thinking of how he had run after her tip jar. A knight in shining armor if you will.
Cate placed the napkin carefully on her kitchen counter. She went back and forth in her head about contacting him. Should she call? Should she just text him? Who calls nowadays? What would she even say?
“So, what are you gonna do?” Marta’s question stirred her from her thoughts. Cate looked between Marta and the napkin in her hands.
“So you’re alive.” Cate popped two pairs of toast down in her toaster and poured her and Marta a glass of orange juice.
“Don’t avoid the question.” Marta raised an eyebrow as she sipped her orange juice. Cate sighed. “Alright I’ll ask a new one. When were you going to tell me about your little crush on Mr. Sweater vest?” Cate buried her head into her folded arms on the counter.
“You make it sound like elementary school.” Cate mumbled. Marta fumbled in Cate’s medicine cabinet, searching for painkillers to subside her hangover.
“You’re still not answering me!” Marta smiled. “So, I’ll take it as a yes. Love at first sight? How cute.” Marta rambled.
Cate laughed at her friend and picked up the napkin. She played with it in her hands. She stared at the numbers as if they could somehow make him read her mind.
“What if he’s not into me like that?” Cate could feel herself over thinking. Marta whacked her shoulder.
“Don’t even start that! Why would Derek give his number to you if there wasn’t something there?” Marta tried to reason.
“All I’m saying, wouldn’t be the first time I’ve been the butt of a joke.” Cate shrugged.
“Well, I’ll shower and then we can spend our day off together and come up with the perfect thing to text Spencer.” Marta walked away, still in Cate’s clothes from the night before.
At the BAU, Spencer walked in with another cup from The Empty Mug. He didn’t see Cate there, in her yellow apron. He was going to apologize for leaving without saying goodbye. The team had dragged him out when they were ready to leave. As he walked by Derek’s desk to get to his own, he felt Derek’s stare.
“Still no coffee for the rest of us, Pretty Boy?” Derek was leaning back in his chair, hands behind his head.
“I forgot.” Spencer put his bag on his desk, and sat down in his chair. He wished he’d seen Cate at the shop.
“You and I both know with that eidetic memory that that is impossible.” Derek continued to push his buttons. “Did you get distracted by a certain barista?”
“Actually, the opposite. She wasn’t working today I guess.” Spencer would have ordered for the entire bureau if it meant having a few more moments speaking with Cate this morning. Instead, he recalled how taken aback he was when he hadn’t seen her at the cart on his way in. He could’ve gathered that she didn’t work everyday, but it still wasn’t the same not seeing her at the cart. Suddenly, Spencer’s phone pinged. He and Derek both turned their attention to it.
Back at Cate’s apartment, her and Marta were lying on the couch sharing a blanket while Cate typed and retyped many possible conversation starters. Did he even know that she had his number?
“You’re overthinking it again.” Marta groaned. “What happened to a simple ‘hey’?”
“You’re right, okay.” Cate typed on her phone.
“Okay what did you say?” Marta pressed.
“Hi” Cate nodded, flipping her phone to show Marta. Marta scoffed. “What?” exclaimed Cate.
“You didn’t say who it was!”
Derek and Spencer looked from the phone, to each other, and back to the phone. Spencer picked it up and read the message. It was from an unknown number.
Hi it read. Spencer furrowed his brows and placed his device back on his desk and grabbed some files from his bag.
“Well, who was it?” Derek asked, knowing there was a good chance it was the coffee girl, Cate.
“Unknown number, probably dialed wrong.” Spencer assumed, unbothered.
“What did it say?” Derek asked again.
“You seem very interested.. You know it was my phone that got the notification, not yours, right?” Spencer was getting an inkling of suspicion. “What did you do?” Spencer kept his eyes on Derek, studying him.
“Don’t profile me! What if I told you, I know who it is?” Derek spun his chair to face Spencer. Spencer played with his hands, nervous, that Derek had given his number on television like he had before. “It’s your coffee girl. I might have slipped your number to her friend last night. Just wanted to push things along in your favor.” Derek smiled.
“Cate has my number?” Spencer said a little too loud, JJ and Emily were now walking towards him and Derek.
“Aaaand now you have hers?” Derek tried to dig himself out of the hole he had buried himself in.
“Is this about the girl from the bar?” JJ asked Spencer, standing at his desk. Emily was leaning on Derek’s desk.
“She’s not just from the bar.” Spencer was trying to keep Cate under wraps.
“Oh?” Emily questioned. Spencer glared at Derek. “How long has this been going on?”
“It isn’t going on. Cate isn’t anything with me, she just works at a place where I like to get my coffee.” Spencer tried to play it down.
“Ohh right, they do have good coffee there,” Emily pursed her lips together. “So, that’s all? You weren’t completely checking her out last night?” Emily crossed her arms.
“No, I just- I don’t. She just texted me, that’s all.” Spencer was hoping that Hotch would call them in for a case right about now.
Cate was now pacing back and forth in front of Marta on the couch. Her hands frantically went through her hair. Cate’s phone was on the coffee table, screen still lit up with the text screen on.
“Stop panicking,” Marta told Cate. “Just text him again and say who it is.” Marta said as if it was no big deal. Cate made several advances to her phone, but pulled her hand away as if it was on fire. In fact, Cate was ready to spray it with an extinguisher or throw it out of her window as if it was really on fire.
“I am not double texting.” Cate decided. She closed her eyes, and raised a hand to her forehead. “Maybe he’ll ignore it and never find out it was me.” She started pacing again. Behind Cate’s back, her phone vibrated. Her eyes widened. Finally making a grab for her phone, she read the new message.
Kate?
Cate immediately texted back.
It’s actually Cate
Derek was not so subtly trying to get a look at Spencer’s phone screen. Spencer tried to hold it out of his grasp, but Derek just got closer and ruffled Spencer’s hair before swiping the genius’s phone out of his hands. Emily and JJ watched, amused at the boys’ fumble for the phone.
“Hi? That’s all you guys have for game? Seriously?” Derek tossed the phone back to Spencer. “What about a pick up line? That can give you an excuse to say one of your nerd things.” He leaned back onto Spencer’s desk.
“You are just so sure it’s her.” Spencer told Derek. Emily and JJ swiveled their heads like watching a tennis match. Spencer quickly typed a one-worded message that would clarify the sender. As soon as he hit send, it was a matter of seconds before his phone chirped again.
It’s actually Cate.
Spencer couldn’t contain his blush. Derek and the girls peered over Reid’s shoulders at the screen.
“You spelt her name wrong?” JJ asked in disbelief. “That big brain of yours and you still got her name wrong.” Spencer shoved the phone in his desk drawer, not wanting to text anymore, now that he’d felt he made a fool of himself.
“Okay well, that was enough for today.” He turned around as soon as the elevator door slid open, revealing Penelope. “Looks like we have a case.” And he scurried to the round table to be briefed, relieved to take attention away from his love life. Scratch that, his new found friendship. He and Cate were friends, they’d just met.
The rest of the day, Cate had sat next to Marta, staring at her phone. Marta tried to converse with her, take her mind off the fact that Spencer hadn’t answered since Cate corrected him, but Cate couldn’t stop thinking about it.
#spencer reid#spencer reid x oc#spencer reid fanfiction#spencer reid fluff#criminal minds#criminal minds fanfiction#sugar with a side of coffee fanfic#derek morgan#emily prentiss
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Flight. Loki x Reader.
SO HEY! Its been a while. Uni is hard guys like damn so much work! But anyways, lockdown is happening in the Uk So im bored and procrastinating on my last essay so here have this slightly shitty loki x reader.
“I do not wish to go anymore, I think perhaps I would be better if I stayed here, help Banner with the computers and intel,” Loki protested. “I’m sure I would be more use here than wherever it is you’re going off to in that… that… metal bird.”
“Oh no no no… I am not leaving you alone in my building,” Tony snapped. “You are coming with us so we always know where you are, I do not trust you one bit not to destroy my building.”
“Thanks for looking out for me Tony,” Bruce sighed. “Loki your skills are needed in the field, you won't be of much use to me here, I need to focus on the screens and well… you struggle with technology as simple as the fridge, I don’t quite think you’ll be much help when it comes to the computers.”
“But I do not want to go… not on that thing,” Loki pointed to the jet they were loading with gear, not hiding his disgust at the metal bird before him. Now Loki may have been a god, a god who had travelled from planet to planet, through time and space, but he was not a god who was accustomed to the ways of travel here on earth.
When Loki had first returned to earth after his attempt at taking control of its people, he had managed to avoid using the methods of travel the humans used as much as possible. His first experience was on a bus. He hadn’t much liked this, one because he found there were far too many people around him, and two the driver seemed to aim for the holes in the road rather than avoid it. His second experience had been worse. He’d been travelling with Thor from one side of the city to the other by the subway. The first couple of stops were fine, but as more people joined and the gaps became further apart, Loki began to feel far too overheated, his head spun trying to make sense of all the sounds around him, and before the doors were open at his stop, his stomach began to churn so much he could no longer hold in its contents. Loki had other experiences with travel of the mortals all of which he found rather displeasing, but this was to be his first experience with any form of aircraft, aside from when he had been captured but he had been far too preoccupied at the time to focus on the jet or worry.
Loki simply did not want to get on the jet before him. He had no faith in the humans, and thought it highly unlikely they would be able to build a craft that would hold all of the team in the air for the duration of their trip. Loki didn’t particularly want to meet his end through crash landing in some godforsaken land.
“You scared of a little plane?!” Tony mocked, not being able to contain the joy and laughter that escaped him at the thought of the mighty Loki being scared of a little jet. “Ha, not so amazing are you?”
“Hey cut it out Tony,” a voice called from inside. Y/N came out, carrying with her her own crate needed for the mission. Steve rushed to her side to assist her, taking the crate and loading it alongside the other boxes already inside the jet.
“Nice to see you’ve finally joined us,” Clint smirked, knowing full well Y/N had overslept again, something that happened on the regular.
“Shut it,” she smirked back. “Tony don’t be a dick alright? If you’re not used to flying like this it can be scary alright, I doubt anyone here wasn’t scared the first time they got on a plane, you included, so leave Loki alone otherwise you can deal with me.” Tony knew not to test this out. Y/N was nowhere near as scary as Nat, but that didn’t make her as deadly. Y/N had the power of mind control and reading, and anytime anyone annoyed her she didn’t stop herself from sharing their deepest darkest secrets. Last time Clint had wrong her the whole team had not only watched him dance like a chicken for thirty minutes, but had learnt that in order to sleep he had a little blanket he liked to rub against his nose.
“Thank you,” Loki smiled softly. Y/N had always been so kind to Loki, he was never too sure why, it wasn’t as if he deserved it. She always had his back, helped him understand things and had the patience to keep helping evening when he took a while to understand. She was always the first to volunteer to spar with him, happily taking him on with or without his powers.
Loki hadn’t ever felt a connection as close as he felt with her, everytime she was near his heart felt a little bigger in his chest, its rate increasing with every breath he took. He hadn’t ever experienced a feeling like this, and certainly not towards a mortal woman, but he knew what it meant.
“That’s alright sweetie,” she smiled, coming to his side while they waited for the rest of the packing to be done. “How about you sit beside me on the jet, it’s a bit of a long flight but I’ve brought some little travel games. Personally its not the flight itself that bothers me its having to listen to Thor and Clint discuss who has bigger muscles.”
“We do not do that!” Clint barked.
“Although if we were to have that conversation it would certainly be me,” Thor said quietly, earning himself a grin from both Y/N and Loki.
Y/N and Loki boarded the plane when it was ready, and as agreed Y/N had sat beside him. From her little bag she pulled out a small plastic box.
“It’s travel checkers. I also have travel connect four if we get that bored… oooh and pen and paper to play hangman and that box game…”
“Sounds like a wonderful distraction to me,” Loki was not too interested in the games she had brought with her, although he was grateful she had, no he was more interested in the woman that sat beside him. The best disraction was not going to come from moving small magnetic checkers pieces around a board or haning a man if she spelt his word wrong, no the best distraction for him would simply be listening to her talk and knowing she was by his side.
The pair played most of the games for the duration of the fight, and so far Loki had not once thought about the fear of flying he had once possessed. Y/N made for a wonderful companion to have on a worrying trip so he had felt most at ease for the most part of the journey.
“Hey guys,” Steve called over his shoulder from his position in the pilots seat. “The next bits going to get a bit rough, just hold tight.”
He wasn’t lying. The small craft began to feel as though it was being hurtled through the sky by an unknown force that made it bounce up and down along the clouds. Loki instinctively hung onto the arms of his seat feeling as though his whole body was being shaken around inside a glass bottle. Even the other Avengers, seasoned flyers, felt queasy as the plane hurtled forward.
Loki tried a breathing technique Y/N had taught him for when he got mad, however the repetitive in and out seemed to not help at all.
Y/N, who like the rest of the team was struggling with the constant jumping of the plane, remained as calm as possible. Out of the corner of her eye she could see Loki’s hands gripping so tight on the armrest that his already pale hands became as white as snow. His panicked breaths echoed around her. Without thinkin about it, wanting only to help the man beside her, she placed one hand on top of his, tightly enough so he would know she was there, and with the other pulled his face around to face hers.
“Hey, Loki,” Y/n said sweetly, looking at him as his eyes remained tightly shut. She couldn’t help the little jump in her chest as she looked at him. Y/N had taken a liking to him and hated seeing him like this. She would do everything in her power to help him get through this. “Hey, look at me sweetie.”
Loki did as instructed, his panic lessening as he looked into her eyes, getting lost in them as if they were their own star system.
“That’s it,” she smiled softly, trying to assure him it was going to be okay and not show her own worry as the plane continued to be thrown around the sky. “It’s okay I promise, this is normal okay, it’s just because of the bad winds today okay. This plane is the best out there and will get us there safely okay.”
“Okay, okay…” Loki breathed, trying his very best to focus on her. His eyes traced the lines of her face, studied every freckle, every stray hair from her bun. Loki realised just how beautiful she was right now, seeing her completely for the first time. Just as his breathing began to slow, Steve made another announcement.
“We’ve got to make an emergency landing, were in a storm, hold tight… it’s going to get worse.”
Instantly Loki began to panic again, his hand gripped Y/N’s as his breaths began to quicken once more. Y/N watched as he once again shut his eyes tight and the fear began to radiate off him again. She had to try and help him, she hated seeing him like this, she needed to take his mind off it. Without thinking it through, Y/N leant forward and pressed her lips against his firmly to try and bring him back, to take his mind off the panic. As his lips remained still against hers, she suddenly realised how this was perhaps not the best method of distraction. She went to pull away when his lips began to move against hers.
The panic of the plane hurtling to the ground began to fade, instead his body began to react to the sensation of her lips being pressed against his. His chest remained tight, but this time it was because of her, the way he made her feel in his heart. His facial expressions began to soften and he let go of his tight grip on her hand to allow it to find her cheek.
As their focus became just each other, both allowing the kiss to become more than just a distraction, the plane began to slow, finally coming into land. Neither noticed as they reached safely until Tony cleared his throat.
“Can I be the first to say ew? Your reaction to our plane potentially going down was to kiss?” He chuckled.
“Shut it Tony, you peed yourself a little during that so you can hardly talk,” Y/N bite back, reading his thoughts as he mocked them. Tony soon shut up. “Sorry I shouldn’t of just kissed you, that was probably kind of weird for you,” she said quietly so only Loki could hear.
“No, don't apologise,” Loki smiled, taking her hand in both of his, “I’m not the best with interaction, particularly with mortals, but you make me feel something I haven’t before, that kiss made me feel it even more… I wouldn’t mind you using it to distract me more often.”
“That can be arranged,” she smiled, leaning in once more so their lips joined. Perhaps that was the best distraction method she could find after all.
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Stupid BTS (JiKook) Thoughts No One Asked for
**These are all half-cooked theories/observations. I don’t know them, anything about them, their sexuality, their relationship status, anything. Just food for thought**
-that one v-live from ~ages~ ago, like when they were first starting out where little Jimin has black hair and a jersey on, he says ‘Ah, to be surrounded by women’ and I don’t think I’ve ever heard a straight guy say that seriously (but a not straight one trying to overcompensate to fit in...yes)
-In Bon Voyage I’ve noticed a lot of the Jikook moments come from behind the scene cams, so they’re not included in the main narrative so to speak, which is a conscious choice on BigHit’s part
-The main visible part of JK’s tattoos are ARMY so it’s interesting that they cover that up
-BUT then again he also literally has JM tattooed on his hand soooo
-(also that lands on the ring finger which I know is just how ARMY is spelt but Shhhhh)
-In Bon Voyage 4 Jimin seems to be putting in more effort to spend time with Tae (remember Tae’s v-live where Tae said Jimin wanted to come hang out with him but JK said no) and stuff like that so perhaps they had a friendship talk about how to manage that
-J-Hope seems to the be JiKook ambassador and I’m all for it
-In Run BTS or Bon Voyage recently (in like the past two years) whenever JiKook does something really loud a lot of the time the next shot Jin is literally wedged between them. Poor Jin lol but also BigHit...I see you
-I personally find it just a bit invasive that on the Run BTS and Bon Voyage they add captions like they know what the guys are thinking. It frames viewers to see them in a certain way which yeah all media does but when the caption sometimes contrasts the words it’s just unsettling ya know?
-It’s interesting that Jimin (guess my bias lol I’m sorry) really wanted to appear muscly and masculine at their start. I mean they all did, that was the trend but the way he talked about it (especially because now he presents in more feminine styles sometimes) it seemed like an over compensation for something (like his height but also a lot of not straight guys try to look really masc. to hide) (not that non straight guys can’t just prefer to appear masc. but especially in teenage/young boys closeted guys tend to over compensate with masc.)
-the fact that in the latest G.C.F (also can we just talk about that there’s the word closet, as in coming out of the closet in JK’s own film company) as it gradually becomes saturated Jimin is the only one wearing a bright color (and it’s VERY bright) (also red which this is really a reach but like red is the romance color)
-(this is from MizGator’s YouTube analysis) all the songs JK has chosen to be in his GFC films use either male or neutral pronouns never ‘she’ which tbh is really hard to find a song sung by a guy and not use ‘she’ pronouns and he’s found multiple
-i cannot stress enough Jk CLIMBED UP A MOUNTAIN AT DAWN TO GET JIMIN A CHUNK OF SNOW. WHAT.
-It seems like the boys have realized how valuable they are to the company so they get to be more in charge of their lives (not having to do challenges they’re really afraid of, driving themselves, etc.)
-Get BTS better security I S2G watching videos of them going through airports is terrifying
-Going off of the pronoun thing; neither Jimin’s or JK’s solo songs have used ‘she’ in them (that I’m aware of, correct me if I’m wrong)
-The group’s appreciation/effort to make/capture rainbows in Bon Voyage season 4 was interesting. Cool
-JK apologized profusely (and appeared to genuinely be very distraught) about having tattoos, tattoos a completely normal thing to have just WHAT. That’s so sad that they think their own bodies are up to the decision of the public. I get their idols but it’s their bodies it’s so sad
-JiKook is just so loud. Like. They’ve literally almost kissed like 5 times. Jimin flew back (a 16 hour flight) to Korea for two hours to see JK on his bday and got him a rainbow cake. When asked about his fav part of their Tokyo trip, JK said it was staying up until 5 am doing...something. Hmhmmm.
-The guys rough house around with each other all the time. They teased each other all the time. Friends do that. But, especially in the last few years, JiKook are gentiler to each other. LIke for the push game in Run!BTs They literally just stood there. There’s other instances like that too. If I was in a committed relationship (or any really) I wouldn’t want to be physically harmful to my partner, that’s abuse.
-Also Jimin really only takes teasing from JK. Two examples that come to my mind are in BV Season 4, he literally just lets JK splash him in the face with water staying still, the moment anyone else does it, he turns his back. There’s that other video (I’m so sorry there’s just so many videos) when they’re shooting a promo of some sort, JK keeps playing with JM’s suspenders and he doesn’t do anything. Suga does it once and JM’s expression turns ice cold
-Everyone loses their shit when JK or JM call each other bro but everytime they do it’s clearly in a joking, ‘isn’t this funny because it’s ironic’, kind of way. Bro is the same as dude and if you’ve never jokingly called someone dude or bro regardless of their relation to you you’re lying
-No matter any of their sexualities, they’re publically normalizing guy friends showing verbal and physical affection for each other on a very, very large platform and that’s really cool because fuck toxic masculinity
-Lastly, a lot, a lot of the content Jimin and JK post of each other, if you swapped out someone of the opposite gender it would 100% be perceived as if they were dating
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If you made it this far why, but thank you. Comment, let’s chat. Am I crazy? Or onto something lol
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The Story He Wanted
She is now living on her own and she doesn’t need a man to get what she wants. As helpful as her dad, brothers, and friends would be; Analía Reneé Delgado de La Cruz was determined to build her door sign herself. After being recently hired as parental educator and case manager for teenage parents, Anie wanted to create a way for her families to know if it was okay to drop in and visit her; while they were in the building for other courses with a cute door sign she made herself. “You are strong. You are powerful. You are capable of making the impossible; your possibilities,” Anie repeats to herself as she sits in her Toyota Corolla in the late August heat of Los Angeles. These 3 simple, but most meaningful, sentences are what her grand-dad and abuelo have for her for the last 21 years of her life.
As soon as she walks into Home Depot, Anie could feel her anxiety wash over her by all of the overwhelming sounds and insights in front of her. For years, her behavior therapist have always encouraged her to go out into the world and overcome her sensory issues; but today should not have been the day she thought she could handle it. Anie swallows forcefully and marches over to the wood section to ask an employee what types of materials she should buy.
“It’s okay. Thanks for trying to help. Have a good day” Anie sights to herself as she repeats the same generic sentences to the 9th employee that said, “uhh...sorry I don’t really know. You could try asking so and so” as they point lazily toward another general white guy with an orange apron on. She puts her hand on her temples to soothe the anxiety and headache coming on. “You are strong. You are powerful. You are capable of making the impossible; your possibilities'' Anie repeats once again to herself. She looks around to see if she can find another employee, but this guy with short, slightly frizzy hair starts walking up to her.
Anie tries to walk away as fast as possible but the young hottie catches her and says, “Hey, do you need help?” as his brown eyes catch the dim lighting in aisle 9 of this Home Depot.
“Yea, I could use some help. Do you work here?” Anie says with the breath she didn’t realize she was holding in.
“Haha!!” he booms out of his mouth a little louder than the average person. “No, I don’t; but they really should look into hiring me. May quit my day job for it” he says a little quieter and flashes you a full grin showcasing his pearly white teeth.
Anie smiles at this kind and good looking stranger and says, “You know what they say, ‘don’t quit your day job,’” she says trying to be funny, and failing miserably at. “Well if you aren’t busy, I really could use some help. I have no clue what I’m doing,” she says, feeling as desperate as they came. “I’m Analía by the way” as she extends her hand to shake his.
“Grayson, but you can call me Gray,” he says as he meets her hand.
She shows him the picture and explains her vision, so they are able to work together. For 3 hours, they go up and down every aisle in the store picking out woods and screws. Every once in a while Anie catches herself staring at Grayson, no Gray, a little longer than she probably should. When she isn’t staring at him or trying to pick the right screw and hinge color, Anie is answering one of the many questions Gray has asked her. She tells him about her new job, starting graduate school in a week, and little details about herself. Normally, Anie would never respond in that fashion; especially after what happened with her ex. Anie always told herself, “no one cares. just smile, nod, and look pretty. that’s what you do.” But Gray has made her feel welcomed and safe. Every question he asks makes what she says the most important thing in the world. She tells herself , “he is just being nice. Maybe looking for a quick hook-up in the parking lot.”
By the time Anie is able to convince herself Gray may just be a nice guy, they find themselves in the paint aisle. “Okay, if you go with this brand in any color; it shouldn’t fade or chip for a long time. That way you won’t need to come to this scary place for some time” Grayson says as he points to the BEHR selection on the swatch display.
“Okay, perfect. Thank you so much for all of your help. Is there any way I could prepaid you? Seriously, I was ready to completely give up.”
Grayson shakes his head no and says, “Nothing, really. Just knowing you got everything you need and that’s right; is all the payment I need. Also if you need a power drill you can rent one at customer services. It’s pretty cheap and probably a better option for a one time project.”
“That’s great! Thanks again for all of your help.” Anie smiles at Gray, hoping it will show him she is interested in him; as he flashes a little grin to her. To not make it awkward Anie says, “well, I’m sure you came here for a reason and I think I could be here for hours; so thanks again. Have a nice day.”
“Oh, yea. Yea. Of course, no problem. Have a good day and good luck with work and school,” he says with a little wave and a wink. And with that Anie watched him walk away. She frowns with the disappointment that she couldn’t get the courage to ask this beautiful man out.
The Gods or her brain must have known Analie has been in this overwhelming situation for far too long and needs to get home; because she picked the 2 paint colors she needed in record time for someone that took 5 days just to pick a mattress. She grabs her paint for the employee after they mixed it and places it in the cart. As she is pushing her heavier load up to the front, she can’t tell where a line starts and where one ends. Analie puts herself into what she thought was an okay spot until she hears, “Sweetheart. You may be able to push pass all of the ugly girls in high school, but here you always go behind the men.”
Analie starts to turn around when she realizes the man was talking to her; but then she hears in a harsher , but still very deep and sexy tone, a voice that memorized her all day says, “Dude. Calm the fuck down. She’s with me. Babe! Analie, I am over here. Did you get the paint we needed?” As Anie finishes her turn around she feels a strong, but still gentle, hand pulling her over to the check-out line to her left.
“Oh. I am so sorry. Guess I didn’t see you sir. I’m so sorry again.” She turns to Gray and says, “Yea, I did. Only took 10 minutes after all.” She smiles at Gray as to say, “Thank you for saving me from the dick over there.”
“Yea. Well ‘dude’, just keep your bitch in line and she won’t have any problems.” Anie can visibly see how upset Grayson is getting the more and more this man tries to speak and how he thinks it’s funny to verbally disrespect a woman in public. Anie thinks about her dad and brothers and tries to get in between this guy and Grayson to prevent a fight from breaking out; except Grayson just smiles and tells the guy, “Why don’t you just get in front of us and I’ll pay for your materials? Since being in line any longer is such a big deal for you.”
The dick of a man, just stares at Grayson like he is seeing a ghost. When Grayson pushes you and your cart back to allow the man to get over, the man practically runs over. After the man is finished checking out and Grayson finishes paying. He starts to put your materials on the belt and mixes your things together.
“Oh, no. You have done plenty for me. Seriously, I need to pay for our things.” Anie says as she tries to get passed Grayson to the card reader, but he bets her to it by sticking his credit card into the chip reader. He smiles as to tell her, “It’s okay. Please let me do this.” After the cashier puts all of Anie’s things back into her cart and Grayson grabs his bags, they start to walk out to their cars. Anie tried to think of a moment to thank Grayson for all of his help, but the silence feels so much better. As they reach the point where Anie needs to go one way and Gray takes the other, they both start trying to speak. Secretly both of them were hoping the other would give a sign of wanting to continue their day together, but it never happened. When they both start speaking at the same time, neither one understands the other. Grayson motions to Anie that she can talk first. She blushes and says, “I forgot about renting the drill. I’ll just go back in after loading my car. But thank you so much again for literally saving me.” She smiles at him, hoping he will get what she is putting off.
“No problem whatsoever. But what if I can get your number, we can build it at my place. This way you know it will be done right and I have all of the tools needed.” Grayson is pulling out his phone so fast, Anie doesn’t can’t even remember where she put her phone.
“I mean I would love that, because you can tell I struggle in the whole building aspect of life. But seriously only if you have some time, it can wait a minute before I really need it,” Anie says the whole time she is typing in her number and checking to make sure she spelt and wrote everything completely right; because it would be her luck to give him the wrong number by accident.
Grayson looks at her and sees the way her blue eyes shimmer in the L.A. pink and purple sunset behind them. “Actually, I was just going to grab some dinner and then head home. My brother’s girlfriend is over, so I would be all alone for the rest of the night. Why don’t we load up your car, and you follow me over to my favorite restaurant and afterwards we build.” Anie had no idea what to say, she just nodded her head. Saying a prayer thanking God something finally worked out okay for her.
“Yeah. That sounds really fun and a good way to spend our time. I mean building my sign, cause you know that has been my priority today,” Anie wants to run and hide by her cringy comment, but Grayson just laughs and agrees with her. Together they load up Anie’s car with everything she just bought and drives over to Grayson’s car. Before Grayson pulls out, Anie knows tonight is only going to end one of two ways: the biggest regret and mistake of her 21 years of life or she may have just found her eternal soulmate. Considering her previous relationship, Anie is really hoping for the latter to happen tonight. She could use a good gentleman in her life; and the possibility of this god of a man as her husband, doesn’t sound too bad.
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15.11: The Gamblers - Episode Review/Recap
This ep follows directly on from last week. The episode was very mixed, there were 2 distinct storylines that merged at the end. I had a few issues with the Castiel/Jack side of the story, which I’ll cover later, but the Sam and Dean scenes, for the most part, I was able to enjoy. I even caught myself smiling… fucking smiling at several moments, because this? This was a glimpse of what my show once was. This also explains to the “Just stop watching” brigade why I’m still watching. The brother scenes were a nugget of gold amongst the dross and worth watching for.
Thank you, Davey Perez, Meredith Glynn and Director Charles Beeson for reminding me, albeit briefly, why I fell in love with this show, and at the same time, why I dislike much of Dabb’s run, which in my humble opinion hasn’t just veered the ship slightly off course; it crashed into an iceberg in 11.21 and has been slowly sinking since then. I think last week’s episode brought us to the point where half the ship is now vertical, ready to plunge into the depths of the icy ocean...
...Anyway, enough about sinking ships, the key thing I struggled with going into this episode is the obvious fuck up from the previous week; the entire premise of the Winchester’s losing their “luck” and being reduced to “normal” people, and I want to talk rant about that for a few more minutes before we get onto this episode. If you want to skip that, I’ll put start and end of rant, so you can skip forward.
Start of rant
In order to enjoy this episode, you pretty much have to ignore much of the previous episode and… that doesn’t sit well with me. Last week wasn’t just a single scene you can forget ever existed (e.g. the trench-coat scene or Dean’s apology to Cass). What Dabb did fucked with the entire concept of the show; that the Winchesters are ordinary people who do extraordinary things. So, it’s really difficult to shake that epic fuck up off and just move on.
I just can’t ever buy in to the concept that the Winchesters were “favoured” or have more luck than “normal” people. I mean look at Sam’s life for starters; he didn’t know his mom, he was fed demon blood as a baby, was dragged up in a life he hated, constantly moving, being brought up in crappy motels and forced to train to become a hunter. The love of his life is murdered, and he becomes an orphan at 22. He died at 23 (for the first time) and then he loses the last remaining member of his family at 24. The Winchesters are far from “lucky” and if I could be bothered, I’d go looking for mentions of “with the Winchester luck” that have been peppered throughout the series. Chuck has not “favoured” the Winchesters at all and they haven’t had Charmed lives because of Chuck’s interference.
I also can’t buy into the concept that the Winchesters are anything other than “normal” in the first place. Sadly, they showed last weeks “fight” scenes during the recap and it did nothing, other than enrage me again. Sam and Dean are excellent fighters and hunters because they trained from a young age to be as good as they are. They weren’t “given” anything and certainty not a free ride and fuck Dabb once again for writing that bullshit. It was nothing less than petty because we rejected his instant Hunter!Barbie fiasco that wasted too much of season 13.
So, how do I move forward from that and manage to enjoy this episode? The answer in my opinion, is you can’t, because even with a few good brother moments, the entire premise of this week’s episode fails to make sense, because the previous episode fails to make sense. I’ll cover why that is when we get to the pool game.
End Rant
The episode opens on a recap, and I ask myself why they are using all the bad bits from the previous few episodes, before I remember there weren’t many good bits to select from. That clip of Jensen with the teeth is still funny. 😂
I love the intro again this week. The setting was good, the guest actors, the camerawork, the music choice – North to Alaska - which complimented the scene, rather than felt like nails being dragged down a chalkboard. All classic spn so far, so it has my attention.
Two men (Joey and Leonard) are playing a game of pool and you can tell this is a high stakes game from the get go. What the stakes are, we don’t yet know, but when the game ends, we see 2 coins being held in a contraption above the pool table; one glows green then dulls with the coin head disappearing, the other glows green and gets brighter with the coin head gaining in definition. I don’t think this looks good for the loser. He agrees and tries to attack the winner with his pool cue. He’s stopped from doing so by a bouncer who turfs him outside. 👋 cutie tall bouncer. There’s an absolutely great shot of the loser tossing his coin in the air and the music gets loud again (Hey, I’m here as much for the settings, lighting, music and camerawork as I’m here for the Winchesters – sue me) and then…. Splat. He’s hit by a truck. Poor Leonard, red shirt of the episode. RIP my friend.
As an aside, I like how you guys announce which pocket the 8 ball is going into, we don’t do that.
This was a great into, interesting premise that immediately sucked me in, wanting to find out more. This is my show. Great job so far.
The next scene though shows once again how useless, at least for me, the writing is around Castiel. They wrote an entire scene with him walking into the bunker, seeing a note that has been left, going down to read it “Cass, we’ve gone to Alaska, Sam”. I’m not going to rant about the twats that insist on saying Sam has spelt it wrong, I’ve already done a post about the arrogance of fans trying to tell the show that created the character that they are wrong with the spelling of that character, so I’ll save you by moving on.
This entire scene, while I liked the shots of the otherwise empty bunker, was just wasting time for me. I’ve seen people say Sam left a note because Castiel was in heaven and wouldn’t get a text message and how clever of Sam to resort to paper. I don’t know about anyone else, but I dip in and out of WiFi zones all the time and the moment I dip back in, my phone pings with multiple notifications, so I personally thought this scene was dumb. It would have been better to see Castiel appear back at the sandpit and get a text notification from Sam with the same message.
Even better, you could take this scene away and it changes nothing that happens so why include it? *Whispers* J2 wanted time off and the writers are incompetent of filling that space with something more interesting so use “filler”.
Interestingly, my computer froze on Castiel’s face for 5 minutes so fuck you Norton or Windows 10 Update for your bad timing in running something in the “background”
BROMENT ALERT
We’re finally with what I’m watching the show for. Dean and Sam are in baby and driving towards Alaska. Sam’s phone is lighting up with messages and we find out through Dean that it’s Eileen. 🙄. Oh, Eileen’s being shoved into the narrative now? Sorry Eileen, the third wheel position on the show has already been filled since Season 7. And fuck you again Dabb because I loved Eileen as a friend of Sam and it’s just yet another thing your reverse Midas fingers have screwed over this season.
Dean: Silent mode is always an option
Me: I love you, have my babies… wait, that came out wrong
Eileen thinks the plan is a little too good to be true. Sam thinks she might be right. He’s not convinced the place even exists or that it can fix their problem. Dean thinks it couldn’t hurt and he’s done with normal, including the constant heartburn.
Sam: You know if you changed your diet…. Dean’s frown 😂
Sam insists that no one other than Garth has heard of it and it isn’t in the lore. Dean believes it’s got to be there. He believes Chuck isn’t messing with them,
Dean: He [Chuck] wants us off our game, he wants us weak, ‘cos he’s coming for us Sammy, and when he does, and we haven’t figured this out, we’re DOA.
Mostly a great brother scene, apart from the forced insertion of Eileen – are we incapable of getting a broment in the final chuck damn season, without the completely unnecessary forced inclusion of a third party???! The scene ends with a great shot of baby.
Back at the bunker and Castiel hears a phone ringing, and… I’m trying not to nitpick, but the way this case comes about just annoys me. There are better ways of bringing this about, than how they did it. But moving on, Castiel answers a random phone that was ringing in Sam’s room, and it’s a sheriff (Jeb Evans) looking for FBI agent, Watts. Castiel tells the sheriff that Agent Watts is working a case in Alaska, and that he is Agent… Lizzo. I can only assume Dean gave him that alias as I don’t think Castiel would know any musicians on his own. I like Jeb, who tells Agent Lizzo, they have a homicide and the suspect is someone Agent Watts flagged into the system… and guys… Sam is back to hacking into police systems and I just… I need a moment here as they’ve remembered Sam can hack into systems!
The agent tells Castiel that the suspect is Jack Kline.
Ummm… Castiel, are you... okay? Do you… do you maybe need to use the bathroom? Oh, you’re emoting? Okay dokay then. I can’t with this. I got more out of Leo in the less than 2 minutes he was on screen than I got out of Castiel since his return in season 7.
Back with the impala, which rolls into a diner stop. Sam is asleep, and Dean whacks him to wake him up. Sam wonders why they’ve stopped at “Round up café”. Dean says it’s the last stop for food for a few hundred miles.
Sam (frowns): Grab something out of the cooler
Dean: Yeah, no, I polished off the last of the sandwiches while you were out
Sam (annoyed): We’re on a budget!
Me (sighing): platonic soulmate Husbands! 😍
Last weeks puppy dog eyes fiasco aside, Dean’s still wrapped round Sam’s fingers, they enter the diner, slap some coins on the counter and ask what they can get for $4.60. Apparently, it’s a slice of pie and a coffee, and I’m moving to Alaska when they secede from the US because that would barely get you just the coffee here.
Dean asks for two forks for the pie
Me (sighing): platonic soulmate Husbands! 😍
Long story short on this scene, they get out of the waitress there’s a local urban legend about a magic poolhall in the middle of nowhere, that if you win, you come back lucky. She says though that no one ever comes back. Turns out she knew Leonard from the intro, and he went up there because the bank was going to take his house and he met with an accident.
Sam says at least they know now what the downside is. Dean doesn’t agree, he thinks it could be great, pool is the game of champions, kings, his game, our game, and they have great memories of hustling pool
Sam: yes, because we had to… to eat!
Still not seeing the “luck” Dabb wrote about. Imagine thinking they were remotely lucky; running scams or hustling pool to put a roof over their head or food in their stomach. And this is where I disconnect with this week’s episode, because of last week’s writing. How are they going to even be good at pool, a game that takes practice and skill? The things taken away seem to be random and plot devices; lock picking, fighting, hot metal burns, while it appears Dean can still drive okay, fix baby and I’m guessing their pool is going to be okay too, otherwise what’s the point of this episode? There’s no believable rules to this “bad luck/normal” and I’m left completely drifting and because of it. It's just badly thought out and executed.
Dean: if pool is the way we get our mojo back then maybe we ain’t as screwed as we thought
Waitress: Hey, you guys drive an impala?... I think you guys have a flat.
😂
Back with Cass and sheriff Jeb, Cass has managed to set up the laptop and access a video the sheriff has sent him. The video is of Jack killing a doctor and eating his heart. 😷 Jack, no! I’ll come back to the heart eating later.
Back with the boys, another shot of baby as they pull into “Lurlenes”. Baby isn’t sounding too good and I think I missed that earlier, but it did somewhat register that she was sounding louder than normal. Good touch.
Dean walks over one of the coins as they head for the entrance which I guess might be Leonard’s from earlier. I like little details like this. Once inside, Sam points out they don’t have beer money, much less what it costs to buy into a game. Dean says they’ll figure something out and goes to the bar and orders two waters. I’m guessing that’s going to hit Dean more than health conscious Sam. Dean asks the bar person, Evie, how they get into a game. She calls Pax over and it’s the tall, cutie bouncer from earlier. Sam asks Evie if she saw Leonard and she says no, but you can tell she’s lying.
Pax takes them to his office and explains the rules of the game, that they don’t bet with money, they bet with luck. He gets Dean to touch a coin he puts down and it turns green. Pax looks at the coin and says “not great”
Dean: And that means?
Pax explains that everyone walks in with a certain amount of luck, that the green glow was Dean’s and it was “about average.” Dean thinks that sounds about right. I’m going to head-canon that Dean’s luck is about average of the people that find the pool hall, but below average in general, due to Chuck screwing around with them.
Pax says if Dean wins a game, he might see his fortunes improve.
Sam: And if he loses?
Pax says he can keep playing, but if the coin goes blank, that means you’re out of luck, and you’ve got to leave. He asks if they’ve got any questions.
Sam (a bit pissy): What is this place? Who owns it?
Pax says he doesn’t know, but if they don’t like it, they are free to leave.
Dean: When I win, can I split it (indicates Sam)… the luck?
Pax (sighing): platonic soulmate Husbands! 😍 Oh, wait, sorry, that was me
Pax: it’s yours, you can do what you want
Sam asks for a second to talk to his husband brother.
Sam: no, no, no, no, no way (complete with shaking finger)
Dean: man, I’ve been slinging pool cues since before you were born
Snarky!Sam: when you were four, really? In between snack time and nap? 😂
Dean (internally): damn, I forgot you were my brother for a second and I can’t bullshit you
Dean tells Sam that they need to do this, and that Sam is pretty much better than him, at everything, he’s not mad about it, he’s proud… but he can wipe the floor with Sam at pool. Dean takes Sam’s epic eyeroll as silent permission he can play.
Back with Castiel, he investigates the doctor’s office and finds a weird case which has a sword inside. We flashback to a previous episode with Sam tied to a chair (🙄 it must have been a Thursday). Anyway, the flashback tells us the doctor was one of the Grigori, a brotherhood of perfect beings. I’d forgotten about them and might have to look them up before I touch the heart eating thing. Note: I did look them up and it was a Claire episode, so never mind, that’s why I forgot about them.
We transition from Cas to Jack and he seems to be following someone with the same case as the doctor, so another Grigori. He follows the Grigori into an abandoned building.
Back at the pool hall and no one is biting to play with the noob. Okay, I’m ashamed to say I laughed at this next bit, Dean deliberately breaks badly and loudly proclaims that he’s rusty at this. Oh Dean. No one’s going to fall for… Surprisingly he actually gets a taker and asks Dean to rack up. Sam goes back to the bar to speak to Evie. She asks if he plays and he says not really. Sam asks Evie what the woman’s deal is that’s playing Dean (Moira). Evie says she’s been here a while and her sister is in a coma.
Sam goes into awkward question mode, and I have flashbacks to the earlier seasons. He asks about rotten eggs. Evie responds: Just Charlie… We pan over to Charlie and he’s playing pool badly. Sam then asks if she’s seen “little bundles” laying around. She says no, but she gets that he’s trying to figure the place out. Sam says places like this don’t exist for no reason, she answers that most people think it’s a godsend. She gives him information on a couple of people playing, they won at first, could have walked away winners, but kept playing until their luck ran sour. She repeats they should have walked away which is a clear warning for Sam who looks over at his brother who wins the game.
Back with Jack, he’s got an angel blade and is still after the Grigori. Unfortunately, the Grigori twigged he was being followed and now has Jack at blade point.
Back at the pool hall and Sam is trying to convince Dean they need to leave, and I’m trying not to be distracted by the picture in the scene behind them.
Dean (brandishing his coin at Sam): Come on man, I’m on a roll
Snarky!Sam: Dean, you won one game!
Sam thinks the place sucks you in and that if Dean keeps playing, he’ll lose and end up like Leonard. Dean convinces Sam who reluctantly allows him to have one more game.
Me (sighing): platonic soulmate Husbands! 😍
Dean finds his mark, which is Joey from the intro. We see Dean playing well and Joey asks what his name was again.
Dean: my name is Dean Winchester and I am going to kick your ass.
Sam: 😍 that’s my platonic soulmate husband brother
Joey smiles.
They talk as Dean clears the table. Turns out Joey used to work the bull riding circuit.
Dean (cocky smile): tell me, how was that?… corner pocket. He misses the shot
Joey (grinning): good times (he pots and all he can do is hide the cue ball behind another ball, giving Dean a very tricky shot on the 8 ball)… and some not so good.
Dean goes to take the shot and Joey challenges double or nothing if Dean misses. Sam doesn’t like it. Dean asks if Joey is trying to hustle him.
Joey: I thought you were going to kick my ass
Dean smiles and agrees to the deal, does a trick shot with the cue ball jumping over the other ball and potting the 8 ball.
Joey closes his eyes. Sam looks happy, then Joey says: a hell of a shot.
Dean watches as the coins glow green and Joey’s coin is now dull, and this is sad because even if Sam and Dean haven’t realised the implication yet, Joey is not long for this world. Joey leaves, and Sam and Dean follow. Joey congratulates Dean on the game yet again and says, “I guess you can’t hustle a hustler.” Sam’s concerned when Joey starts coughing. Turns out Joey is dying, he has cancer, he came to the pool hall to beat it, and Sam and Dean have finally caught up with me that this game sucks. This is the first time in a long time, I’ve felt anything for a character on this show that we only meet for a limited time in a single episode, so I’m going to kudos the writing and the guest star for this one. This is what happens when you actually put some characterisation into your writing.
Sam and Dean go back inside. Dean said the plan worked so they should hit the road.
Sam: What about everybody else?
Sam wants to stay and figure out how they can help them. Dean reminds him they are in a fight with God and they just got their mojo back. Sam challenges whether there’s even enough luck in the coin for them. Dean says they’ll give it a try by him going for a drive and if baby’s okay, they are leaving. End of.
Back with Castiel and he meets sheriff Jeb at the abandoned building Jack was captured in. A transient spotted Jack going into the building so called the police. Castiel asks Jeb if there are any other abandoned places around. Jeb tells him about a church.
Back with Sam and he’s talking to Charlie, who is apparently playing so his team can win the Super Bowl and part of me is 😂 and part of me is, I feel you my friend, because Canucks and the Stanley Cup, and desperate measures at this stage.
Sam: that’s great, it is, but is it really worth your life?
Me (picturing the Stanley cup being paraded through the streets of Vancouver): …Yes?!
The puppy dog eyes fail again, Charlie says “just one more game.” And goes back to playing
Evie says at least Sam tried but no one will listen. She says none of “us” are going anywhere. Sam asks if they are trapped here, if Evie was trapped here. She leaves rapidly.
Dean arrives back, baby’s dead again, he didn’t even make it out of the parking lot. Sam takes a look at the coin Dean slams down. He believes Dean should have won more luck than he did, given how many people Joey likely beat before Dean played him and all that accumulated luck should have gone to Dean when he won, but it doesn’t seem to. Sam thinks someone is stealing the luck, skimming off the top.
Dean: You mean like the house?
Sam (lifts coin showing head): her… I think
Dean takes the coin and reads: Atrox Fortvnta
Sam says she’s the Roman goddess of luck. So, Sam’s allowed to be smart as a plot contrivance this week? *cough* hot metal burns *cough*.
They go speak to Evie about who runs the place. She says she can’t help them. Sam asks why she warned him in the first place. Evie says so he would take his brother and go. Dean asks why Evie is there, does the god have something over her. Evie says she played and lost and is only alive because she lets her stay as long as she keeps working. Sam asks if the god is here, but Evie doesn’t know, she only talks to Pax and drops the revelation that Pax is the god’s son.
Back with Jack and the Grigori has injured him and holding him captive. He knows what Jack is and that he’s powerful. The Grigori wants to know why Jack killed his kind. The Grigori have their own frequency of angel radio. Me, 🙄 of course you do because easy plot device. Before his brother died, he called to the Grigori. He asks Jack if he did that to draw him out, to kill him too.
Back with Sam and Dean, Sam approaches Pax wanting to ask a question. While Pax is focused on Sam, Dean grabs him and holds him at knifepoint.
Sam (niceness gone): Where’s your mom?
Loved that bit
Pax doesn’t answer so Sam shouts “Fortuna.” Dean follows with, “We have your son”
Moira walks through the pool hall and we know she is now Fortuna.
Sam says they know she’s skimming luck and they want it back. Dean threatens to kill Pax if she doesn’t
Fortuna: well, you probably could, his daddy was human, but no
Pax (shocked pikachu face): Mom!
Fortuna: I’m sorry baby, I can always make more sons
Sam and Dean (shocked pikachu faces).
Uh oh, leverage gone. Dean releases Pax, but not before the blade cuts his throat a little.
Dean demands Fortuna to play him for it. She says she’s already played him and got a read on him. He’s just a “beach read”. Sexy, but skimmable.
Dean (how dare you face): beach read? lady, I’m Tolstoy
Fortuna laughs and says, “That’s very funny” and approaches Sam: this one here, now he could be interesting
Dean (Protective big brother mode activated): Wait, no, no, that’s…. Uh uh
Sam (I’m 36 years old Dean, not a kid anymore mode activated): Fine… Yeah, okay, but not for our luck. I’ll play for the lives of everybody in here.
Fortuna doesn’t agree, she says the deal is only for their luck and if they lose, she wants their lives. She wants to make an example of them.
The Grigori is torturing Jack, cutting his skin. Jack says he can’t kill him. There’s then expose on the Grigori feeding off souls, and this one feeds off children. I think I’m supposed to not feel sorry for the Grigori when Jack eats his heart, but I do have a few issues which I’ll come onto later. Jack looks to the side and it’s clear he catches something. The Grigori reaches for his sword and points it at Jack’s throat. He asks who told Jack that. He answers Death.
The Grigori senses someone behind him. Now given the Grigori are supposed to be elite and much more powerful than ordinary angels, I’m embarrassed for this one and have no idea how on Earth this Grigori managed to survive to being last of his kind as even Castiel despatched him fairly easily, without too much of a fight, but “new canon” I guess. 🤷♀️
With no tests whatsoever, Castiel releases Jack from his bonds. I’m presuming one of Castiel random powers of the week is being able to automatically tell it’s Jack. We get a Cass and Jack hug and I … don’t really care to be honest. I can’t watch Cass without viewing that awful scene in Purgatory so I’m over him.
Back at the pool hall, Sam breaks, potting 2 balls immediately. I love, love, love this next bit: as Sam lines up his next shot, we see Dean nodding in agreement, because yep, that’s the shot he would have went for too. Sam proceeds to knock down a couple more, Fortuna has said a couple of things, but Sam is focusing on the game. She asks why they need the luck so bad, girlfriend problems? Liver failure? (She looks at Dean here). Sam answers: “a curse by god” and misses the next shot.
Fortuna: Life’s a bitch and then you die
Me: Hey! That’s my philosophy!
Dean: THE god literally cursed us
Fortuna (sarcastic disbelief): You’ve met
Dean: Yeah, Little guy, squirrelly as hell
Fortuna: Yeah, that’s him… well, welcome to the club
Dean: the club?
Fortuna answers with exposition while winning the game. God created the world, but humans created the gods, kind of, which led to God creating the other gods. Dean asks why, which makes her angry and she misses the next shot. She says they were created to take the blame for anything that went wrong. That only worked for a while before his ego got the better of him, now he hides behind whatever religion pays the biggest syndication deals. She keeps talking about how pissed she is and that she’s holding a grudge. Sam meanwhile is quietly potting balls and winning the game. She realises this and shakes off her mood, “oh well, what can you do?”
Dean: we’re going to fight him
Fortuna: are you now? And when you lose?
Sam’s voice from off screen: we lose swinging
He then appears in shot and says “8 ball, corner pocket” and she realises the game is nearly over.
Sam lines up for the shot, looks at Dean briefly, then… he wins. I wasn’t expecting that, and Dean is happy too.
Fortuna (to Sam): you little minx, you got me talking!
Sam smirks
Fortuna: you’re good
Sam: I learned from my brother
Dean approaches: all right, you know the deal, even up
Fortuna offers to make it interesting, if they are going to fight God, that’s the stuff of heroes and they are going to need the luck of heroes. Hercules, some other people, she helped them all. Sam asks what the catch is. She says another game, double or nothing.
Dean: Double? That’s how the cowboy died.
Sam agrees to play, “but not for more luck,” he indicates the room, “for them. If I win, you have to let them go.”
Fortuna: I’m not stopping them
Sam: Okay, when I win, you have to give back the luck you stole, close up shop
Fortuna: What is with you and these losers? They’re nothing, they don’t matter
Sam: they matter to me
Dean: they matter to us
Everyone in the poolhall (sighing): platonic soulmate Husbands! 😍
Fortuna agrees. She breaks, and it all goes downhill from there. Sam doesn’t even get to play a shot.
They lost. There’s silence
Fortuna: you challenged the goddess of luck in her own joint, what did you think was going to happen?
Me: pretty much this tbh, I’m actually surprised Sam won the first game
Dean: well, we had to try
Fortuna: well, that was stupid
My poor boys. They leave the poolhall.
Dean: I thought she was going to kill us
Sam: well she doesn’t have to, our luck will do that on its own … Dean, we can’t just…
Dean:… leave ‘em? Yeah, I know.
Me (sighing): platonic soulmate Husbands! 😍
Dean: all right, well let’s go get WiFi and see what kills Lady Luck, we’ll circle back
Sam’s agreeing when Evie comes out, followed by the other players. They ask her what happened. She says Fortuna shut it down. They ask why
Evie: Because of you, she said she thought your kind had gone extinct
Sam: Our kind?
Evie: Heroes, like the old days
Fortuna also gave her a message to pass on, “Don’t play Chucks game, make him play yours.
She hands Sam a coin which he somewhat reluctantly takes. He holds it in his closed fist as she walks away. He opens his hand and we see the coin glow green on his skin. Dean “grabby hands” Winchester snatches the coin, getting a glare from Sam and the coin glows green in his hand too.
They get into the car and Dean fires up the engine. “We’re back baby!”
Aww, Dean called Sam baby.
Me (sighing): platonic soulmate Husbands! 😍
Also me: You can take your “Castiel is a lamp” sub zero text and whack yourself over the head with it.
They drive away. And I’m left behind wondering if they’ve got their “normal” luck back or the supercharged hero luck that Sam said he didn’t want and that’s why he was reluctant to take the coin.
They arrive back at the bunker. Dean’s scratching lottery cards and doesn’t win. So much for the superhero luck.
Sam consoles his husband brother that they might not have won the lottery, but they have no car trouble, the credit cards work again, and Dean was able to eat back to back bacon double cheeseburgers, that didn’t kill him. So…
Dean: that was beautiful by the way… I’m just saying, would it have killed her to give us a little extra?
Sam: well, she thinks we’re really heroes, maybe they don’t get all the answers
Well hopefully that conversation answered my concern from earlier.
Cass appears, looking shifty (when doesn’t he tbh). They know something is wrong and Sam asks him. He steps aside and Jack appears. Jack dorky waves hello and we all melt and immediately forget he killed their mom and did some other really naughty stuff that at the very least should get him a time out. Apparently, Dean and Sam forget too. This scene is shot with Jack and Cass at one side of the reading room and Sam and Dean on the other.
Sam: Jack?
Castiel (to Sam): it’s really him
Sam walks over to Jack first and gets quicker as he reaches him and we get a Sam and Jack hug, and since I didn’t get one in season 14, I’ll ignore the mom killing, heart eating etc. for a few minutes and enjoy the hell out of this one. Yes, I’m fickle! But I loved this nougat eating baby before Dabb ruined him.
Dean walks across more slowly, reaches and grasps Jack behind his neck, staring into his face as if checking it’s really him. I think he’s struggling to see past the burnt-out eyes which was their last view of him. He looks briefly at Cass once. To me it’s a silent thank you (headcanon for bringing Jack back for Sam in particular), and an equally silent, you’re welcome. Jack looks a little apprehensive as obviously the last time he was alive, Dean was going to shoot him, stopped only by Sam.
They all have a beer at the map table, Sam asks Jack about eating hearts, so it’s good that hasn’t been hidden. Jack said he had to.
Dean (to Castiel): and you let him?
Castiel nods (likely waiting for the anger for doing the wrong thing)
Dean (shrugs): hmmm
And… that is not my Dean. They’ve turned him into a neutered house cat and idiots are calling it “growth”. And all I can hope is that his natural instincts fight their way through, I believe it’s wrong to trust Jack is okay eating hearts, even of ones that eat children’s souls and I hope we see that develop as we progress.
Sam: you could have called us
Jack: every day I wanted to come home, but I couldn’t
Dean: why not?
Jack: because if I don’t stay hidden, if I use my powers, my grandfather, he’ll know I’m back, and try and kill me… again… he’s afraid of me, and that’s why we had to wait.
Castiel: Billy kept him hidden in the empty, until Chuck went off world
Jack: she let me out when it was safe
Dean: safe to what? Eat a bunch of angel hearts?
Jack: safe to do what I have to.
Turns out the hearts were just the beginning, they made Jack strong, but not strong enough. If Jack follows her plan, he’ll get stronger and he’ll be able to kill god.
Sam and Dean (in winsync): bitch please, this is our show!
Not really, that was just me and we end on that note. I could wish we had ended on “The Gambler” by Kenny Rogers, but season 15 music budget. Sigh.
So, I have a few other issues with this episode, particularly with the Jack side of the storyline, off the top of my head;
1) I’m hoping we aren’t sweeping what he did in season 14 under a rug, a la Castiel.
2) I’m hoping we aren’t just going to support him eating hearts (even of bad angels) without fully investigating what this supposed plan is.
3) I’m struggling with the heart thing anyway. I don’t believe an angel has a heart to eat, only the human vessel does so I’m going to need an explanation on why eating human hearts is supposedly goring to make jack stronger, and why we don’t care about the human vessel
4) I’m struggling with how a lesser god can give back what God took away, even if that lesser god is the goddess of luck, God still trumps her.
Other than that, I think Death is bad now, or at least Billy’s version of death is. I think they changed course on wanting to kill the Winchesters a couple of seasons ago when they realised they could play a part in them reaping God. Possible reason, just being tired after all this time, and wanting it all to end. And it can’t end before Chuck dies. Possible power play.
I still think Chuck will die. I still think the Winchesters will become firewalls, not sure what Jack is, other than a toddler whose power needs to be bound until he can wield it responsibly, and Castiel is going to sacrifice himself at some point. And the less we say about Eileen, the better.
Next episode is up after Hellatus the welcome break from the caricature this show has become
#spn spoilers#15.11#The Gamblers#episode review#episode recap#anti castiel#spn critical#anti saileen#anti eileen
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x.mh | i will fight you
✧˚ * . pairing: minghao x reader
✧.⊹ * prompt: “i will fight you”
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Xu Minghao.
A new name you go to know since this new semester started. His name has been heard a couple of times around — have you met the new transfer? The transfer has designed his own clothing line at sixteen. Apparently Minghao is a heir to one of the top fashion industries. Wow, his clothes cost more than my rent in a year.
And you were content never meeting this transfer, heir, fashion major student until he set foot into your coffee shop.
The clothes he wore on your first meeting was quite memorable, a rich, navy blue pinstripe suit and plain pants, a loose dress shirt unbuttoned at the top to show off his slim figure, a ring on his left middle finger and right pinky — yes you remembered — and a black scarf similar to an ascot with white writing.
Everything was fine until he waltzed up, asking for a venti macchiato whilst talking on the phone to someone. You didn’t hear him the first time due to how quick he changed from one language to his native one, asking if he could repeat it.
He repeated it harshly this time, going back to his conversation as he throws a random note down, too unbothered to care. Of course, you had to ask his name to indicate it was his, to which he replied, “Xu Minghao.” And he — finally, you may add — leaves to wait for his order
“I will fight you.” You inhale sharply under your breath, deciding to personally do his order for him so that you can have the joy of writing on the cup at the end.
Since that day, you could never get rid of the look on Minghao’s face when he read Minghoe, the last three letters in capitals.
It was childish, but well-deserved to the owner.
Down the line, you’ve tried to find ways to misspell his name when you took his order, never failing to miss the phone next to his ear that would make him so rude.
Mingho, Myunghao, Minghow, Mingnoodle — for when he permed his hair one time — Mingles, Minghoho, Hingmao, Shoe Mingkachow; to name a few nicknames.
You aren’t sure when you’re going to stop it, but it’s not going to be soon, definitely.
He was wearing something more relaxed given that it was sunny, but the extravagance remained at its peak with red sunglasses, shoulder bag over his paint-splattered denim jacket, grey striped pants completing the look.
You finish writing the name for his order, calling out his name to collect it before you run to hide, leaving the cup. “Xu Minghao!”
“Honestly ‘Gyu, I’ve been trying to beg him for days.” Minghao sighs, thinking about his upcoming evaluation, the thought making his palms sweat. “He’s the one who told me detail is everything, but he cant even let me get the silk I specifically need for this.”
Staying silent, he stands in front of the counter where his lonely cup is to listen to his friend, catching a glimpse of a person hiding behind their coworker. He ignores it anyway.
He sighs, “I don’t know. Just thinking about it makes me mad, and...” He takes a quick glance at his beverage, “By the looks of my cup, I’m not going to feel any better either... Yep, I’m at that coffee shop. They make good coffee — I just don’t know who whoever writes my name think they are. I’ll call later.”
Without any goodbye, he hangs up and shoves his phone in his pocket, holding up the drink to read. He’s noticed this with his drinks ever since he began ordering, somehow overpassing Starbucks with their horrendous spelling, and in any other coffee shop, the spelling would correct.
“’Shoo’?” Minghao reads, guessing it’s a reference to his last name. He really wonders who keeps spelling his name in disrespecting ways, but he can only sigh, suddenly not interested in the extra teasing, leaving the cafe without his drink.
Everything wasn’t going right today.
You slowly walk back, picking up the macchiato with the words shoo scribbled, wondering why he didn’t bring it with you.
For the first time, you felt... Disappointed.
Working for the rest of the day, you get exhausted when less people come and the day darkens, watching people happily go home while you still have to cover up the shift for your coworker so that you can have the weekend off.
Sitting alone at the counter, you decide to check the back for anything to refill for the next day.
“Um, hello? Anyone?”
A voice calls while you aimlessly look in the darkness of the back cupboard, surprised a customer came in. “Please wait, I’ll be coming quickly!” You wash your hands and rub them on your apron, hurrying to the front. “Sorry about that, what can I do—”
You pause. Minghao?
He’s wearing something different — how many times does that guy change in one day? — an all-black shirt and pants, except for his beret, a stunning red, a watch and necklace as his accessories.
Minghao only looks at you, eyebrows knit together. He clears his throat, noticing you’ve been quiet for way too long. “Do you still have my drink here? I left it earlier. It was a ve-”
“Venti macchiato,” you finish, snapping out of your daze. Minghao’s eyes fly open, about to question it before you indicate your hand to an empty table. “Just wait there, I’ll see if it’s still here.”
“Okay,” Minghao slightly bows, walking away.
You find his cup still where you left it, flashbacks through the day of how you’ve been holding that cup ever since, but instead, you turn on the machines again.
“Excuse me?” You call to the male. “I found it.”
“Oh, really?” His voice peaks up, pleasantly surprised, walking towards the counter.
“Guess someone must’ve put it in the back. Anyway, here you go.” You hand Minghao the cup, watching him take it without question.
But he doesn’t leave straight away. He feels his cup, noticing the warmth. “Sorry, I don’t think this is mine, it feels like it’s newly made-”
“It’s for you, go check.”
Minghao frowns a little, taking one last look at you before he turns the cup around, seeing his name spelt properly on the cup.
“I didn’t even tell you my name,” he begins, but you stop him.
“Yeah, well...” You reveal the original venti macchiato from under the counter, proudly written with Shoo, pushing it to him. “Kinda knew what it was anyway.”
“Wait, you’re the one who spelt my name wrong?” Why does he look angry, you think, why does he—
“Yes,” you utter out loud, “and maybe every single one of your orders?”
You know you’re about to get into deep trouble until laughing is heard.
He’s laughing.
Minghao’s laughing.
“Was it something I said?” You question. His laughter still continues, a squeaky giggle as his eyes crinkle into smiles. “You don’t... Want to fight me?”
“No, not at all.” Minghao shakes his head. “I mean, the names were awful but hilarious at the same time, but I’ve been thinking who it might’ve been for the longest time, I even had a bet with my friend Mingyu and we’re still both wrong!”
“But what about today? You looked pretty mad after reading the cup...”
Minghao’s face softens at the sound of that, suddenly shy. “You saw? Oh right, that must’ve been you then...” His voice goes silent yet he still answers you. “It’s nothing, just troubles with my fashion assignments and stubborn dad.”
“Tell me about it.” You hum.
“Do you really wanna hear all of it? I’d be wasting your time.”
“Hey, I’m in this dump until eleven tonight, entertain me.”
Breathily laughing, Minghao nods and brings a barstool near the window to prop it on the counter, drinking his misspelt and correctly-spelt macchiatos as he talks.
Maybe Minghao wasn’t a fighting-worthy person after all.
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