#i want them to be reunited so fucking bad already. please give it to me

[hesbianyaoi]

[starheirxero]

OH GOD, EVERYTHING IS HAPPENING, EVERYTHING'S GOING ON-

I AM SCREAMING, KICKING, CRYING, RUNNING UP MY WALLS, DRAMATICALLY THROWING MYSELF ON THE GROUND AND WAILING-

FIRST SAMS FUCKING PUNCHES AND KNOCKS ME TO THE GROUND, AND THEN MGAFS GIVES ME THE FINISHING BLOW- FUCK EVERYTHING-

OH GOD, WHERE DO I EVEN BEGIN-

First of all, we finally reunited with old Moon…BY GOD, DID I MISS THIS SNARKY BASTARD- I am so happy, to see him again!!! He's so nonchalant and blunt, especially towards people outside of his family- It makes me so nostalgic!! His similarlities to Eclipse are clearer than ever, honestly!

Everything about it just makes me so emotional, I can't even begin to describe it-

He's on that same old beach where he gave up his life, the same old beach where he showed empathy and compassion more than ever before, the same damn old beach where he was the more selfless than he'd ever been- It is making me sick to my stomach/pos

He still loathes himself so much, still looks down on himself and his mistakes. He has never been able to let go of it, he'll always hold on to the mistakes he made. One of these mistakes is leaving a part of his code behind, which in turn created Eclipse. His hatred for him comes from the hatred of himself, because Eclipse is the embodiment of everything he hated in himself.

But even though he hates himself, even though he buried himself underneath a mountain of mistakes, he will never regret protecting his family. He has always been a big brother, always been a protector, no matter what! Even after everything, they are the only thing on his mind. I'm going to fucking cry, man-

God, he adores them so much! Everytime he talked about them, I teared up!

He adores and treasures Sun with all of his heart, and only wishes for him to be safe and sound and happy! He knows his brother, knows he's blaming himself, and wants so badly to put a stop to it! But he can't, because that would involve a conversation, and he cannot bare to hurt him more than he already has.

He wants to thank Monty, who has been his emotional support, his best friend. Old Moon is anti-social, apathetic towards anyone outside of his family, even another version of himself, yet Monty got through to him, time and time again. Monty, in their own right, was family too! The two of them always got each other out of the gutter.

God, when he talked about Lunar and Earth, I legit started to cry a little-

He always wanted a sister. He always wanted a little brother. He wished he could've met them, wished he could've gotten to know them, wished to have loved them as much as he loved Sun!

He did know Lunar, but he never had the chance to truly get to know them. Everything he said about them is honestly just so sweet, and shows old Moon beyond his shell.

They were just a kid in a shitty situation, made with a purpose they never wanted.

Old Moon has a hard time caring for others, yet he looked at this child, who needed help and guidance, and took them underneath his wing without hesitation. Tragically, though, he always kept his distance. I don't think, he quite saw, how much they looked up to him. He always kept them at arms length, because he had hurt one brother, and was afraid to hurt another, afraid to open his heart. Yet, despite this distance, he would've ripped Eclipse apart for what he did, without mercy.

God, I can only imagine what his dynamic with everyone would've been like, especially with Earth, who is so incredibly different from him!

Old Moon is such an intriguing character to look at! Especially with how obviously different he is from New Moon!

I want to analyze him so bad, but my brain just won't cooperate👀

I'm really glad, New Moon got his reassurance though, and even learned from Old Moon, it seems!

Now, as for MGAFS….NO, GOD NO, PLEASE EVERYTHING BUT THIS-

THEY WEREN'T JUST SEPARATED- THEY WERE PERMANENTLY TORN APART, NEVER TO REUNITE AGAIN- THEY CAN'T DO THIS, I CAN'T HANDLE THIS-

BLOODMOON'S REACTION TO HIS BROTHER'S DEATH- HE TRIED SO HARD TO KEEP A STRAIGHT FACE, BUT THE MOMENT THEY TRIED TO LEAVE, HE STARTED YELLING- HE HAS NEVER BEEN ALONE, ALWAYS ONE HALF OF A WHOLE. NOW HIS OTHER HALF IS GONE, AND HE IS ALONE, AND HE WILL NEVER BE WHOLE AGAIN-

I ALSO READ YOUR INTERPRETATION OF BLOODMOON'S LAST LINE, AND IT HAS BROKEN ME- THEY COULD'VE BEEN GOOD. THEY COULD'VE BEEN FRIENDS. THEY JUST DIDN'T WANT TO BE CHANGED, DIDN'T WANT TO BE LIKED AS SOMEONE THEY'RE NOT. THEY JUST WANTED TO BE THEMSELF, YET THEY NEVER WOULD'VE BEEN ACCEPTED THAT WAY-

XERO, WHY MUST YOU DO THIS TO ME-

-Stardust

YESSSSSYESYEYSES I DIDN'T TALK MUCH ABT THE TSAMS EP BC I GOT SO DISTRACTED BY MGAFS BUT EVERYTHING U SAID FOR REAL !!!!!! THE BEACH AND THE CONVO THEY HAD AND AAUAGGGHH

I was honestly so worried that there was going to be a sudden change in how Old Moon acted but seeing him just still wholeheartedly be him made me experience sooo many emotions. Like u said, the similarities between him and Eclipse are just wholly on display and it's like,, oh yea! you are who he stems from!

AND YEAH ALL HIS SENTIMENTS ABT MONTY + SUN + THE BROTHER N SISTER HE NEVER GOT TO KNOW. BURSTS INTO TEARS!!!!! For how little people he cared about, he made up for in caring about that small handful of people with his whole entire soul, even if that care could be convoluted and confusing and ultimately hurtful, he never wanted it to be like that. He just wanted the best :(

AND THEN THE LAST MESSAGE FOR NEW MOON AUGHHH I CAN'T EVEN. DIES EVERYWHEREEEE

AND THEN MGAFS. FUCK. I KNOWWWW I KNOW I KNOW IT FUCKED ME UP SO BADDD. THE FINAL BLOODMOON'S DESPERATE YELLING AT THE END FUCKED ME UP EVEN WORSE TO TOP IT ALL OFF I CAN'T EVENNNN.

AND SHAKES YOU SHAKES YOU THEY COULD HAVE BEEN SO EASY TO ACCOMMODATE FOR IT DRIVES ME INSANE!!! THEY WANTED CONTROL OVER THE ONE THING THAT IMPACTS THEM THE MOST, OF COURSE THEY WOULD HAVE DENIED ANYTHING ELSE!!!! THEY COULD HAVE HAD IT ALLLLL AAAAOAUHGHHHH

[flower1622]

Klaus was walking late at night. There wasn't anyone on the streets. He ran away from Alison's house after having a big fight with her because of his drugs. Since they came back after almost dying by their father's hands and losing their powers, Klaus was trying to keep himself sober, something that wasn't being very easy and started torturing Klaus because he still couldn't stop thinking about his drugs that always helped him when he was anxious or nervous. While distracted with himself, a portal opens on the wall of the alley that sucks Klaus to inside, without giving him a chance to react. He ends up falling to the ground screaming. He fell with his face to the ground and slowly tries to stand up. He hears people running out of somewhere. He lifts his head up and sees his siblings staring at him surprised and shocked.

All of Klaus' siblings: Klaus.

Klaus only gives a smile to them and passes out on the ground.

.....................................

In the morning, Klaus starts waking up with a horrible headache. He puts his hand on his forehead while he slowly opens his eyes. He turns to his side and jumps in surprise a little bit. He sees his siblings standing next to him, staring him as if they were seen a ghost. Five was seated on the bed in front of him. Five puts his small hand over Klaus' heart and whispers while looking at Klaus:

Klaus, are you really here?

Klaus only laughs, trying to hide his nervousness from the rest of his siblings that didn't stop staring at him for a second. It was like they were paying attention to every move Klaus made.

Klaus: Of course, i am. Why wouldn't i be here?

Five exchanges looks with the others, who only nod their heads. Five turns back to his brother with a serious expression on his face.

Five: For nothing.

Suddenly, Klaus' belly makes a noise, catching everyone's attention.

Five: Are you hungry?

Klaus only looks at his siblings guilty.

Klaus: I guess...

Five: Alright. We can make something for you if you want.

Klaus: Thanks.

Klaus stands up and starts making his bed. After a few minutes, he feels as if there was someone observing him. It made him feel uncomfortable. He looks behind him and sees his siblings still in the room watching him make the bed.

Klaus: Ahn, guys...i think i can make the bed by myself, okay? Why don't you guys go to get some breakfast and i meet you later?

Five, Diego, Luther, Alison, Viktor and Ben only shake their heads and cross their arms:

No.

Klaus sighs and looks up at the ceiling, wondering what he did to deserve this. He only shrugs at his siblings and continues making his bed. After some time, he finishes. He walks towards his door, but his siblings are in the way.

Klaus: Could i pass, please? I still need to get breakfast.

His siblings only nod and get out of the way for their brother to pass.

Klaus opens the door and gets out of the bedroom. His siblings go to the corridor and watch Klaus walking away.

Alison: Do you think it's possible?

Viktor: For someone to come back to life?

Five shakes his head serious.

Five: It's pretty hard to say. I've never met a case like this before.

Luther: So, what do we do now?

Diego: What do you think?

Ben: We'll keep Klaus safe no matter the cost.

Five: And we won't let him leave us. I spent many years trying to stop the Apocalypse. I'll be damned if i make another mistake this time.

Diego: So, it's already decided.

Ben: Klaus is our brother. He belongs to us...

Five: And if other people hurt him or try to take him away from us...

All 6: THEY'LL PAY!

....................................

In another universe, the original version of the Hargreeves family was reunited in the living room of the Academy.

Five: So, you are telling me...that you woke us up at this hour of the night to tell us that you lost Klaus?!

Five stares pretty angry at Alison, who only has a guilty face and tears falling from her eyes.

Alison: I'm fucking sorry, okay. I made a mistake. I feel very bad about it. I'm really sorry for losing our brother. Klaus was...he was one of my best friends. Claire adores him so much and...i don't know what i'm gonna do now.

Luther hugs Alison and pats her in the back, trying to calm her down while Five, Diego and Ben stare at them with angry faces.

Luther: It's okay, Alison. We'll find Klaus. He must be somewhere...

Viktor: But where could he be at this hour? There are only few places open? It's also cold? What if he is sick?

Everyone stares at Five, expecting him to have a guess about Klaus' location. Five only sighs and sits on the sofa with his hand massaging his forehead due to the headache he is feeling.

Luther, still hugging and comforting Alison, looks at his siblings.

Luther: Klaus doesn't have money. One way or another, we'll find him, alright? He must be near.

Luther moves away with Alison from two knifes thrown at them. Luther stares at Diego in shock.

Luther: You could have hurt us, idiot!

Diego only gets close to Luther's face with an angry face.

Diego: You better be right, Luther...or i won't be responsible for my actions.

Ben lets his monster out and throws some objects on the wall and looks at Luther angry.

Ben: Me too.

Five takes his hand off his forehead and looks up at Luther from the couch, with a deep dark expression on his face.

Five: Me too.

Five, Ben and Diego all growl at their siblings, who only back away from them scared.

Vanya, Alison and Luther think:

' We need to find Klaus...and fast.'

[lightandheatao3]

The Bunker - Criminal Minds

Chapter 9: The Emptiness

Summary: Spencer Reid wakes up in a locked bunker to find half the current BAU and two of its departed members unconscious on the floor. The old team is back together but the reunion is not what any of them would have wished for. An Unsub from their past has decided it's time they all stop keeping secrets, even if it means exposing them by force.

Hotch and Derek have been pulled back into a world they tried to escape. Emily, Rossi, and JJ are doing their best to keep it together. Spencer is falling apart.

AKA a found family is reunited and forced to go through the most nightmarish version of family therapy imaginable.

Set months after the end of Criminal Minds: Evolution. Evolution referenced, but not necessary to understand the story.

Chapter Summary: Rossi has a secret, but even he's not sure what it is.

Read chapter 9 on AO3 or under the cut. All comments and reblogs are extremely appreciated <3 I would love to know what you like about the story :)

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"She hasn’t got anything! She’s fishing to see what she can get us to admit to. I don’t know how you can’t see that,” said Rossi in exasperation.

“This is the same person who managed to track me down in wit-sec, Dave, I don’t think we should underestimate her,” pointed out Hotch. "Even if you're right, which I agree is a possibility, what's our alternative?"

“She isn’t going to let us starve,” countered Rossi. “If we start giving her personal information that she may not already have, all we’re doing is weakening our position.”

“Dammit, Rossi, how much weaker can our position get?” snapped Derek. “If I die of starvation because you’re too proud to tell us what you’re hiding I am going to track you down in the afterlife and kill you again. I don't care about your pride more than I care about getting home to my kids.”

“I’m an old man, alright? I’ve got at least a dozen things that fall into the ‘I’m never talking about this with anyone’ category. I don’t even know how to narrow it down,” said Rossi, throwing up his hands dramatically.

“So tell us all of it,” insisted Derek.

Rossi scoffed and said something in Italian that Spencer didn't understand, but could only assume was cursing of some kind.

Spencer sighed, standing in the corner, watching them bicker.

He had been halfway through The Shipman’s Tale from The Canterbury Tales when the door had clunked. The others had shot up like lightning, gathering around the portal like pathetic mewling kittens waiting for feeding time; thin, weak, desperate.

He had hovered at the back of the group, watching. It's not that he wasn't as hungry as the rest of them. Perhaps he just lacked the capacity to hope like they did, because he had known, somehow, that it wasn't going to be food coming through that chamber.

All that had passed through was a note.

JJ had read it out. “You have all been bad and broken the rules, but I know how to forgive. Are you hungry yet? If you want to prove to me that you are well behaved, Agent Rossi will tell you what he is hiding.”

Things had quickly devolved from there.

“Come on, Rossi,” said Emily. “It will be something recent. Something big. Likely something you have been actively trying to conceal. I know you know what she wants you to say. I could see it on your face as soon as you heard the note.”

“Look at what Emily and Spence had to go through,” said JJ. “You’re not the only one this is happening to. We have to eat. It’s the first rule of survival when held captive. You have to eat whenever you can."

“What if I spill every detail of my personal life to you and then she doesn’t feed us anyway, because I don’t know what the fuck she wants me to say?”

“Then I guess we’re taking your secrets to the grave, so what the fuck does it matter?” countered Derek.

“Dave, we don’t want to hear this anymore than you want to say it,” said Hotch. “Can we please just get this over with?”

Rossi glanced at Spencer from across the room. “Nothing to say?” he asked, maybe hoping he would defend him, maybe needing him to confirm that they were all against him.

Everyone looked at him.

He shrugged. “I…” he’d opened his mouth without knowing what he wanted to say, “… don’t care.”

There was a drawn out pause as the others all tilted heads and raised eyebrows. He folded his arms across his chest and offered nothing else.

“Very helpful, thank you,” deadpanned Rossi.

They all turned back to their bickering, ignoring him.

He tuned it out.

They had made it through War and Peace, Slaughterhouse 5, Gravity’s Rainbow, and The Hitchhiker’s Guide to the Galaxy before finally getting onto The Canterbury Tales. The hungrier they all got, the less they talked. The less they moved.

They listened to Spencer recite stories for them for as long as he could until his voice broke or they all fell into a fitful, uncomfortable facsimile of sleep.

He didn’t mind. It was a nice little break from reality. Before he had narcotics, he had books. One certainly wasn't a replacement for the other, but it was an opportunity to be anywhere but in his own head, so he wasn't complaining.

As their bickering turned into a wordless blur of aggression in the background, he wondered if the empty feeling in his bones was hunger, or something else. He really meant what he said. He didn’t care. He didn’t care if Rossi every talked. He didn’t care if they ever ate again.

Since detox, his emotions had swung wildly between anger, grief, and anxiety, crushing sadness, and the constant burning need to scratch an impossible itch.

Slowly, all the rest of it had been slipping away until the only thing left was emptiness and the itch.

It was just as likely the malnutrition and inevitable vitamin D deficiency as anything else.

He wasn't the only one who was being a little stranger than usual. JJ had half an eyebrow almost missing from where she kept pulling at it, and scabs on her knees where she was picking at her skin.

Derek had been crying in his sleep. Not crying instead of sleeping, but literally crying while in REM sleep. A constant stream of silent tears. Spencer had never seen him cry like that, ever. They all silently agreed not to tell him he was doing it.

Spencer was broken from his reverie by a loud and exasperated “Alright! Just shut the fuck up! I’ll talk,” from Rossi. “I still think this is a stupid fucking idea. If we wait, she’ll at least give us another note with something more specific-” he held up a hand to stop the others from interrupting, “If you want me to freely give her information she may not already have so that she can use it against us, then so be it.”

“I just want to eat, Dave,” said JJ sadly. “Derek's not the only one who wants to stay alive to see their kids again.”

His eyes softened. “I know.” He looked at the group. “Okay, gather round kids, time for ol’ Dave to self-flagellate in the town square.”

Rossi sat on the floor, not too far from Spencer. The others all formed something of a circle, arranging themselves in such a way as to include him, whether he wanted to be or not.

He sat down and crossed his legs, just like he used to do when his mom would read to him as a kid.

Rossi sighed. “Fine, alright. If I had to guess, which I do, then I would say our Unsub is most likely referencing some financial issues,” he said cagily. They all stared at him, waiting for him to continue. He sighed again. “Keep in mind, my wife had just died. As you are all aware- well, most of you,” he said with a glance at Hotch, “I was not in a particularly good headspace.”

“To put it mildly,” said Emily.

“Exactly. So, I may have been a little irresponsible when looking for emotional outlets. Now, I enjoy a bit of poker-”

Hotch scoffed. “How much money did you lose, Dave?"

“Who’s telling the story here?” sniped Rossi. “Anyway, it’s not like that. I’m still rich,” he said dismissively. “Unfortunately, the people who are trying to extort me know that I have money to spare and it’s proving to be a motivating factor.”

“What?” shouted Emily, as Hotch put his face in his hands exhaustedly and Derek and JJ boggled.

“Calm down,” said Rossi. “It is not that big a deal. I was- and again I want to point out that I had just lost Krystall- a bit careless. I got involved in an underground poker game that a friend of a friend put me onto and,” he cleared his throat awkwardly, “one particularly tense night, one of them wanted to up the ante. I’d had a few drinks and was feeling particularly depressed and sorry for myself. And I will remind you, this all happened before the Voit case. I am, well, was, in a better place. Prior to being stuck in this bunker, obviously.”

“Oh my god, Rossi, what did you do?” asked JJ, cutting off the rant, bracing herself for the response.

“I’m getting there. Just… Emily, promise me you won’t freak out.”

Emily blanched. “You saying that to me, specifically, is making me feel like I’m definitely going to freak out.”

“Spit it out, Rossi,” said Derek.

“Somebody, not me, suggested... Russian Roulette.”

Rossi scrunched up his face to brace against the reactions before he even finished the sentence. When no reactions came, he cracked an eye open and looked around the room.

Spencer also looked at all of them, not quite able to understand what they were feeling, and not quite able to understand why he wasn’t feeling anything at all. He should be devastated, worried, furious.

Hotch laughed. It was bright, bubbling, and incongruous with the past version of the man that Spencer had known.

“Sorry,” Hotch said, stifling it.

Emily laughed too, which started him up again.

Pretty soon all of them, including Rossi, were doubled over. Red faces, tears streaming from their eyes. It was almost enough to soften the gaunt angles of all of their faces. To make them look fully alive again.

Spencer forced out a laugh.

Emily recovered herself just enough to wheeze out the words; “What are you? A grizzled detective from a Raymond Chandler novel? How is this your life?” before losing composure again completely.

Eventually, with a few fits and starts, the laughter died down.

He'd never seen Hotch laugh like that. Was that because he had changed somehow in his absence, or was that just what starving a bunker does to a person?

“Okay,” panted Derek. “Okay, okay. So how does blackmail factor into this?”

Rossi wiped the tears of laughter from under his eyes. “Oh, turns out some piece of shit knew who I was and was secretly recording the whole thing. It came to my turn, and I couldn’t do it. I came to my senses and just left my money on the table and got the fuck out of there. But the footage doesn’t look good. Enough for a media scandal to make the Bureau shaft me off into forced retirement. Never mind scaring the shit out of my daughter. I didn’t need the drama.”

“The drama…” said a bewildered JJ. “Yeah, that’s the biggest worry here.”

Rossi raised his hands defensively. “I know, alright? Like I said, this was before Voit and before grief counseling and the rest of it. I’m aware that I was not coping very well at the time.” He paused for a moment. “Unlike now, of course, where my life is going great.”

JJ rolled her eyes.

“So, what did you do about the blackmail?”

“Hired an intermediary to deal with it. Someone discreet who knows how to negotiate with people such as that,” he said nonchalantly.

Spencer got the impression that he didn’t intend to elaborate any further.

They all stared at Rossi for a while.

“If that is not the story the Unsub was trying to pry out of you, I am fascinated to know what the fuck else it could be,” said Derek.

“Just wait until it’s your turn,” said Rossi.

“Me? Man, I have nothing to hide. Whatever secrets I had you all learned a long time ago,” said Derek confidently. “This bitch can bring it on.”

“Hopefully we’re all out of here before it becomes an issue,” said Hotch, not so confidently.

“So we’ve got you shooting up heroin,” said Derek, pointing at Spencer, who would usually be irritated or ashamed at the comment, but instead could barely muster a shrug. Derek continued, “and we’ve got you putting guns to your head,” pointing at Rossi, who very carefully didn’t react, “and you interfering with coroner's reports,” pointing at Emily, “and not one of you thinking to just talk to your damn friends when you need help.” A beat. “What the fuck is wrong with you all?”

“Don’t lump me in with them,” said Rossi. “I discussed it at length with my grief councilor. I don’t have to tell you people everything.”

Emily and Spencer exchanged looks.

“Oh great, we’re the problem children,” deadpanned Emily.

He cracked a small smile, almost able to summon a genuine flicker of warmth for his friend.

“Me more so than you, I think,” he said.

“You’ve got that right,” said Derek dryly, but with a small smirk so that Spencer knew he was teasing. “But hey, look where all my good behavior got me. Stuck down here with the rest of you dysfunctional weirdos. Except you JJ,” he added.

She batted her eyes in mock innocence. Hotch raised an eyebrow at being apparently lumped in with the dysfunctional weirdos but offered no argument.

“So, do you think that was it?” asked JJ. “Food is on the way?”

Nobody wanted to be the one to answer, so Spencer did. “I’m sure it is.” He wasn’t sure. She knew it. They all knew it.

They all nodded in agreement.

“Are you feeling up to playing narrator again?” asked Emily.

He let out a breath in relief. That, he could do. He couldn’t think of anything he would rather do more, in fact, than go and live in someone else’s world for a while.

He nodded.

“No more Canterbury Tales, please,” said Rossi. “Something a bit more contemporary.”

“I know just the thing,” said Spencer.

They all found their spots where they could lay on the floor and listen. He closed his eyes, seeing the words of the book as clearly as he had when he read it. He took a breath, then spoke the first line of The Hobbit. They could all use a bit of fantasy, he figured.

[allamericanb-tch]

crimson rivers thoughts (17)

@tastetherainbow290 this is so long sorry 😭😭 please forgive me for breaking into song several times the choir kid in me can’t help it

chapter 41

MARLENE NO

no way mcgonagall knew and just let this happen

THIS WAS DUMBLEDORES IDEA and just when i thought he couldn’t get worse 

voldy wanted to kill james regulus AND sirius? oh my

i know regulus and sirius both make it but. oh my.

god i hate dumbledore

ariana dumbledore reference??

black family reunion at the HUNGER GAMES ?!

yaxley and lestrange too?! 

alice 💔

EMMELINE NO

district 10 is gonna be like that one couple in catching fire the nerdy ones i can’t remember their names

i can’t remember if marlene has had a pov or not but i really hope she doesn’t die

genuinely i can’t remember how catching fire ends and i can’t ever watch the hunger games without thinking of crimson rivers again

“i hate him” take it back james you don’t mean that

dorcas making regulus look dangerous 

dorcas making sirius look plain

remus pov switch

🎶i know you get deja vu🎶

oh. he doesn’t know.

“it’s not fair” i am in shambles 

 chapter 42

aberforth pov jump scare

😧

why did dumbledore murder his lover ☹️

i am appreciating the sibling dynamic of albus and aberforth

emmeline

i feel so bad for dorcas rn

oh ok dorlene is dorlening again

hanky panky

oh marlene is kicking dorcas out now 

what is the ring for

lily!!!!!

oh a mission what is this about 

effie and monty?!

ok i love kingsley

i really want remus and lily to reunite

im scared for this mission

aberforth pov again

i like that their code words are their patronus

aberforth is in on it!! 

oh no what’s gonna happen to district 6

“she never killed anyone, until now” 😯

OH

MARY ?! 

😧

oh no effie

“Our boy's boy's boy.” this should not be as funny to me as it is but i’m glad to be laughing in the midst of all this

barty 

andromeda too

omg

aberforth what are you doing

oh! 

ted 💔

this was a hard chapter

i’m taking a break to rewatch the jegulus short film for the millionth time

chapter 43

please let this be lighter

“the hallows already know them, or they believe they do” this is giving me such. a feeling. idk the word 😭 but like yk how people idolize celebrities and think they know everything about them? like that

platonic moonwater <3

sirius and james are talking

remus leaping to go find sirius

they’re kissing ahhhh

"I love you more than the tides love the moon. I'm as temperamental as the ocean, and just the same, I'm at your mercy. Give me a ship, and I will wreck it at your command." 

hanky panky? hanky panky. 

spine realignment 😭😭

james stop you’re being mean

“He shuts the door gently, locks it, and goes to start a bath. At least there, when he cries, he can lie to himself about why.” 💔

why did i forget slughorn is in the phoenix

dorcas making a plan

lily!!!

effie is okay hooray

“I'm quite in love with Marlene McKinnon." DORLENE!!!!!! ❤️

SO THIS IS WHY SHE WANTS TO STEAL THE TRIBUTES ah love. how i love love. 

chapter 44

this chapter is literally called bad decisions. oh my. 

“brief depiction of violence (you'll probably like it, bc it's james being sexy)” 😭😭

“sirius and the other one” JAMES stop being so stubborn

yk im not even mad about james beating lucius with his cane

frank just “you can’t do that james”

then it just cuts to remus and sirius Hanky Panky 😭

pandora: james assaulted lucius 😧 sirius: haha nice

bellatrix is so bellatrix

regulus you traitor

🎶you betrayed me and i know that you’ll never feel sorry🎶

everyone just mocking sirius 😭

“Choose me. Pick me. Protect me." so pick me. choose me. love me.

“Reflexively, James smiles at him, lopsided and warm, because, for just a moment, he's living in a world where seeing Regulus fills him with joy, with delight, with love.” 

regulus here to fight?!

“i hate you so fucking much” and then they start kissing 😭 honestly so real

giggling my feet rn

A PARTING GIFT JAMES YOU DIDNT i wish you could’ve seen my face when i read this oh my god

sirius evaluation time

oh my regulus what

sirius what are you doing

oh? eat i guess 😭

why is regulus visiting lucius 

🎶i don’t smoke except for when im missing you🎶

they’re having dinner. hmm.

evan 💔

he got the lowest score 😭 shocking im shocked who would have guessed this

well.

chapter 45

cream cheese bagels!! (i’m tagging you in my mind runar)

of course james hates bagels now why is he so petty

🎶you know how scared i am of elevators never trusted them🎶

augusta always suspicious of frank and alice 😭

oh james and regulus are alone again

and they’re kissing

Hanky Panky in the elevator 😭

really just out here ruining all dorcas’ hard work

sirius knows exactly what they were doing

james “i don’t want to talk about it” potter

narcissa pulling the baby card?! ok peeta

quillkiller is quillkillering

“He's going to die never hearing Regulus say he loves him” ☹️ prove him wrong reggie

augusta you icon

sirius you menace

“my moon” ❤️‍🩹

regulus interview time

jegulus ☹️

yes regulus

REGULUS “IF IT WASNT FOR THE WEDDING” BLACK is everyone peeta in this chapter

me when i lie

i’m giving you an all tomato. which means you give me the whole tomato, or else. (please get the ref)

alphard ?!

omg were they lovers i’m so here for this

oh no marlene

GUNSHOTS?!

ew voldy booooo 🍅🍅🍅

SNIVELLUS WHAT ARE YOU DOING HERE 

"There will be one winner. I do not care what it takes, but you will not allow it to be Sirius or Regulus Black, am I understood?" 😧

DONT KILL THE MCKINNONS?!

no no no please let james say goodbye to sirius and regulus 

chapter 46

remu ❤️‍🩹

“Whether it's me or him or both of us, James, you won't."  don’t hurt me in this way

god i’m gonna cry

SPINE REALIGNMENT sirius please 😭

regulus volunteering for james to spite sirius 😭

remus and regulus friendship ❤️‍🩹

the stapler 😭 lily 

"I'm not waiting around for you to be too late this time." ahhhh marlene

“No one or nothing can have it, because it belongs only to James” 🤭

parting gift mention 😧

why is this so sad omg i can’t handle any more angst

they’re kissing!

"I would have married you”

SIRIUS BIT REMUS 😭😭

so much hanky panky in this chapter 

wolfstar ❤️‍🩹

if this was anyone but remus and sirius it would give me the ick

they’re so cute i love them why do they have to say goodbye

🎶why do you have to say goodbye🎶if i say goodbye the nation learns to move on it outlives me when im gone🎶 

they’re not Just Friends anymore!!!

“always too late” ☹️

dorlene is so sad in this omg. but i guess everything is so sad in this 😭

dorcas cutting marlene’s hair

jegulus ☹️

“I do everything I do because I love you!" “So do I!" 😯

“It's the first time James speaks his name since telling him that he hated him.”

baby

this physically pains my heart to read. i just want them to be happy. 

"Would you marry me?" jegulus getting engaged?! 

i don’t think im gonna read another chapter today… since they’re going in the arena…

[yakumtsaki]

Welcome to Generation 4, and no spoilers but what the fuck. For reasons that will become obvious, I have to start this generation with a culminative update on everyone post-college. We begin, as all bad things do, in the main house. Sophito and Eliza have been invited over so we can ask their dumb asses to move in (since we’re over the household limit, fml) but we’ve ran into the problem of them refusing to get out of the hot tub.

-So babe, after we bang in the hot tub do you wanna knock my new teeth implants out? -You know it! -SOPHITO GET OUT ALREADY SO I CAN ASK YOU TO MOVE IN -In a minute, mom, gawd!

-Do you think your mom will like me, Soph? -I can’t see how she wouldn’t after watching us have sex in her hot tub!

-Great job knocking my son’s teeth out, Eliza! -Thank you, Mrs. Miguel!  -Please, call me Mom! 

LOL ya I had a feeling you two violent lunatics would hit it off. 

In case you were wondering, Shajar remains THE WORST. Cyneswith is more excited to see Sophito again than his own mother is.

-Welcome home, son! You made your mama proud with all that hoeing, huhu!🌸

-CYN, ARE YOU AWARE THAT SOMEONE IS MAKING OUT IN OUR HOUSE THAT ISN’T YOU AND iVAN?!? IS THAT EVEN LEGAL???

Ah, it’s like we never left!

Jojo is unironically 106yo so it’s wedding time, no time to draw this out at all.

-This wedding looks like garbage >:(

Excuse me?? I even got you those Celebration balloon chairs, I normally get the cheap garden ones and call it a day. If I even bother getting chairs at all, that is!

-I don’t care!!! I want my dream wedding!!!

Ya, best we can do around here is your dream divorce.

-Oh Sophito, standing here with you, in front of our families who don’t give a fuck and June in a wedding dress, brings up so many emotions.. Mainly the urge to scream hysterically.. -It’s gonna be ok babe, just stay calm. Focus on me and the fact I managed to not pop the collar on my wedding suit!

Awww, congrats guys!

-What the fuck is your mother wearing?

LOL sorry I forgot to change her formalwear!

-It’s still better than June’s. 

I SAID I’M SORRY

Despite some small sartorial problems, this is actually one of the better weddings we’ve ever thrown? There’s smustling..

..brotherly reunions..

..more brotherly reunions..

..and a zombie vs robot deathmatch! I don’t know what more Liz wanted, tbh.

A great wedding, if I say so myself!

-It was not. 

Whatever! Time to move on!

Daniel reunites with his bebes and meets their intendeds, who have moved in next door!

-Blue Meatballs, what a throwback! Going from my brother to my daughter.. Wow, I REALLY don’t know how I feel about that.

Let me help, you feel happy! 

-Do I though?

Yes, because June is happy, God help us. 

-Ok then!

June’s little sisters idolizing her is SO CUTE I CANNOT..

..it also makes perfect sense as Cleo and Cecilia are the biggest fucking nerds I’ve ever played, I think I’m legit gonna go in a Curious Bros direction with them.

We leave Daniel in perpetual happiness with Tara and his human and cat bebes-

-and move to Asshole Manor! Ok you two, take a break.

-What? But that’s only the 8th time we’ve banged today!

IT CAN WAIT. 

-It really can’t, we’re 90yo! 

Ya exactly, so the time has come..

..to reconnect, and in Gunther’s case, MEET your kids. Reginald stop thinking about crypto FOR 1 SECOND GOOD LORD

It quickly becomes apparent that we’re dealing with a level of estrangement that a few visits aren’t gonna fix, so it’s time for Gun and Mel to take their kids on a vacation! Isn’t this exciting, kids? 

-Fuck our lives💜 -I’m a woman of science but I kept praying for our plane to crash.  -It’s only 3 days, guys, how bad can it be?  -Our rooms have no computers, Reginald. -That’s not a thing, then people wouldn’t be able give financial advice on the internet! -Ya, they are not. -YOU’RE LYING. GET AWAY FROM ME

-Listen son, this isn’t easy for me to say.. -It’s ok, dad, I think I know what you’re thinking. -Then would you please get out so I can bang Melody in this sauna?

-Let’s go, kiddos, this is gonna be fun!  -Uh, mom, where’s the pilot?💜 -I’m the pilot! -Since when?? -Since this very morning when I took a class! I’ve topped 7 careers, how hard can this be? 

-I am relaxed.. I do not need to give financial advice on the internet..

-I am centered.. I do not need to give financial advice on the internet..

-I am floating.. I do not need to give financial advice on the internet.. -Hey kid, any suggestions on what to order around here? -You mean.. ADVICE on how to ALLOCATE your meal BUDGET?!?

How’s it going, JuJu?

-Having a lot of fun eating soup with chopsticks💜  -Can we go home already? I’m losing career momentum, at this rate I won’t be Chief of Staff by age 23! 

Fine, fine, we’ve made some valuable bonding progress already:

-Aaaaah, isn’t this great? -It sure is, mom!💜 -How many ‘get promoted’ wants do I need to roll before you take a hint? -You know, June, you get your workaholism from me!  -Oh ok then, that definitely makes up for being a teen girl growing up without a mother! 

OOF, ok this will take some time, let’s check out.

We return home and June straight tops the medical career-

-AT THIS AGE. I CANNOT. You know what will make this day even better??

HUHU💙🧆

We’re officially Blueballed! Man, that doesn’t sound right. Look at Melody in her matching teal dress, supportive queen! 

-It seems like yesterday I was trying to break Lakshmi and Gunther up, and now here she is, marrying my daughter!

Ok, legit let’s not think too hard about this because it’s very upsetting. Julian and Stacy I’ve decided I will not marry since they don’t want to and they’re married in their 💜s anyway. Next household..

..and I’m gonna let this picture speak for itself. I found out something genuinely shocking: BRIT AND HALF-ALIEN PROF ARE BFFS. Like they’ve been friends since BEFORE Trista banged Gunther, in her memory panel she become besties with Brit first?? Wtf. 

-We’re gonna be family now, isn’t that exciting, Brit Brit? -OH YA, IT’S EVERY MOTHER’S DREAM: HER SON GROWING UP AND MARRYING HER BEST FRIEND -I know, right?  -THIS IS SICK! -You’re on to talk, Castor, he’s probably into older women because of you and Brit!  -BRIT WASN’T MY PROFESSOR, TRISTA -I wasn’t Reginald’s professor either, I’m an art prof! So I’m broke to boot!  -I’m gonna go lie down. -Ya, right behind you, darling, but I think I’m gonna vomit first! Which is a shame because I just ate some excellent quail’s legs! 

Brit is acting up against this marriage like a rebellious teen, soaping her own gaudy fountain.

-That will teach Reginald! 

It really won’t!

LOL @ SHOWING UP IN YOUR SWEATPANTS, COME ON BRIT

-I WILL NEVER ACCEPT THIS. 

What about now that Reggie gave birth to a beautiful ginger half-alien bb named BRITANNICUS? (I figured Half Alien Prof knocking him up made canon sense, hehe.)

-Ok, I accept this🖤

Good! Time for our final household!

Sugar and Claire! They adopted a bunch of Wulf’s 30 pets and moved into this beautiful house that I of course didn’t build.

Sugar autonomously knocked Claire up the literal second they moved in so we had a shotgun wedding..

..catered by Claire!

-What are these salads you guys are eating?? -Oh uh.. we kinda brought them with us.  -WHY -Uhh.. We don’t feel worthy of your food? -AWWWW. That’s true, you’re not! 

Sugar actually started the military career at like level 8 thanks to his insane college grades and I was like wtf??

-I got fired :(

Ya, that’s more like it.

Claire is also doing shockingly well, she’s a lvl 9- 

-And I’ll be a level 10 once I figure out how ovens work!

-and she gives birth to a beautiful bb whom Sophito attempts to kidnap after showing up uninvited, wtf. Anyway, the bb is a boy and I name him Spice! Now Claire has Sugar, Spice, and everything nice :)

I don’t know what drugs Sophito is clearly on because it appears he came over to legit.. help the new parents? Like he fed Spice and then started cleaning? Very shocking stuff in this family.

Sugar is a really good parent, I don’t know where the fuck he could have possibly learned this but it’s super cute!

AND HE TOPS HIS CAREER AND GETS THIS INSANE BONUS. YAS

I’m so proud of you!!! And boy was that cavalier hat doing a lot of heavy lifting when it came to your face. 

Spice grows up and the Don nose claims another generation :(

-Ah, I’m so glad my son is learning this at age 2 and not age 12 like I did :)

Claire is skilling like crazy because let me tell you, she is UNQUALIFIED AS FUCK. Like legit Wyatt-tier when he started as a SWAT Team Leader and was missing half the necessary skill points..

..and it turns out to be a complete time waste because she tops her career by chance card LOL

Congrats, Claire!!! 

-I knew I’d make it! Claire’s Frozen Meat Delights™ is going global! 

It sure is! Globally banned! What a perfect day, I’m sure nothing will ruin it! Why am I hearing hearts??

Oh right, it’s because SUGAR IS BANGING JESSICA PICASSO WHOM HE BROUGHT OVER FROM WORK

WHAT THE FUCK SUGAR

-I couldn’t help it, we practically have the same face!

WHAT IS WRONG WITH YOU OMG 

-My genes! 

BRUH. Real talk I legit didn’t know what the fuck to do with this, I haven’t felt as bad as I did for Claire since DANIEL. I think this is very true to life too, like how many hot girls ‘give a chance’ to some fug guy because he was nice/funny/whatever and he ends up cheating?? Fucking hell.

I quickly decide there’s no coming back from this because I even stopped Sugar and then he went back and BANGED JESSICA AGAIN and is full on in love with her:

ONE BOLT. 1 VS 3 WITH CLAIRE. I CANNOT WITH THIS LOSER- 

-so I invite Jessica over so Claire can catch them, this is truly BULLSHIT.

Claire loves him so much she’s straight up heartfarting over him WHILE DIVORCING HIM. HE’S THE WORST

And poor Spice goes into aspiration failure because he had a fear of his parents divorcing, amazing! Great job, Sug!

-WAAAAAAAAH I CAN’T BELIEVE HAVING AN AFFAIR RUINED MY FAMILY, THAT’S NOT WHAT I LEARNED GROWING UP

GET OUT OF HERE SUGAR

Poor Claire immediately goes to teach Spice to talk so she can repair his aspiration..

..and beats up Jessica’s dumb ass. She then rolls the want to go on a date and I’m like don’t have to tell me twice:

WILFRED IS BACK LOL. Bro I still cannot fucking BELIEVE this has happened, Sugar was so loyal the entire time, I think once he got married it triggered the Cyn genes?? I have no other explanation for it. 

Now the question arises, what the fuck to do with Sugar, because I’m not playing a single Sugar household. So, with a heavy heart: 

-It’s ok, bro! -You’re not judging me for destroying my family for no reason whatsoever? :( -Of course not, who am I to judge?

-Sophito’s right, honey, your family, including your dad’s hot ass, will always be here for you with no judgment! Because we have absolutely no room to judge💗

-SUGAR YOU’RE A FUCKING DISGRACE. RUNNING OUT ON YOUR FAMILY LIKE A THIEF IN THE NIGHT, WHAT THE FUCK IS THE MATTER WITH YOU  -I DIDN’T RUN, I WAS KICKED OUT! -SHUT YOUR STUPID TRAP. WE HAVE NOWHERE TO PUT YOU SO YOU’RE SLEEPING IN THE CRYPT WITH SANDY. NOW FUCK OUTTA HERE, I HAD TO INTERRUPT MY WOLF-WAITING TO BERATE YOU 

Sugar happily heads off to work the next morning along with Sophito but I’m not seeing him getting in the car..

..and it’s because JOJO STOPPED HIM TO DO THAT AUTONOMOUS LECTURE INTERACTION. I CANNOT

-Listen here, you absolute disappointment, as long as I’m head of this family you’re gonna be paying rent to live in my crypt! -Well that won’t be very long, you’re 108! -Sophie is gonna be head after me, so good luck with that! Now fork over that 55k bonus! 

-I don’t have that, Claire got it in the divorce! -YOU FUCKING WHAT. SO WHAT DO YOU HAVE -The 20k I moved in with :( -THAT’S AUTOMATIC -I know :( -GET OUT OF MY SIGHT 

Welcome home, Sugar!

Same, Sandy, same. 

[davekat-sucks]

I think the main problem with this is we're expecting way way too much and we've literally had a handful of pages since the take over. Can't we just chill the hell out and find out what's going on?

How will Roach resolve all this shit? I don't think everything has to be quite so binary, there can be nuance. LETS JUST WAIT AND SEE??

And shipping is subjective, no one cares what is considered canon or not - ESPECIALLY in the shipping fandom of all time. Isn't it more enjoyable to ship who you want to? Can't you just patiently wait to let the new team listen to our concerns and fix this?

The dog dick is staying. Sorry. Rose/Kanaya shitty stuff won't be retconned. Sorry. But they might explain it. And that won't make it better, but it will be a resolution.

Can't you just see the next part as its own entity? Don't look at the team as enablers but like those artists that take works of art that have been neglected and then they restore them by stripping the grime and repainting the areas that have been damaged, in such a way to not lose the original identity of the painting and in a way that is faithful to the original artist.

Maybe just enjoy it? Please?

I swear I always see your posts and you're just critical. Jegus

Nothing I see is giving me any hope. The damage Homestuck 2 did, left a huge negative impact that the new team really needs to pull something big to undo the damage. Most expect a hard reset at the start because they don't want to continue dragging the ugly corpse that is Homestuck^2. Plus, it's better to be cynical. That way, it will become less disappointing when something bad happens.

Did you also forget they already explained Rose cheating on Kanaya in Epilogues and Homestuck^2? Rose agreed to fuck Jade so she can have a baby and they kept it a secret from Kanaya for 13+ years. And when John reunites with the two Beta girls and they explained about their daughter (Yiffany), Kanaya claims she "consented" in the poly relationship, despite the secret kept from her for a long time after Epilogues and before Yiffany was kidnapped in HS2. But hey, if you are into NTR, that's your thing and whoever the sick fucker in the old team that had pitched it in the first place.

[mischief-lies-and-stories]

Loki Episode 4 Incoherent Thoughts

I know we have two more episodes. I know it's (probably) gonna be fine. But goddamn, guys.

I hope this episode doesn't completely disprove the end of my fic so soon.

Also the word Heart in the title is turning me into more of an absolute Fool

This intro is making me very upset

HOW DID THIS RECORDING GET BACK TO THE TVA IN THE WAR ROOM

OH SHIT

OH FUCKING SHIT

NO YOU'RE NOT, YOU DOUCHE

Welp, already. Before the title card. Damn.

Why does the door stay open at the end of the last episode for Loki and Mobius, but close immediately in this one though?

Sylvie!

Wait no Heart is in the title.

I SWEAR TO GOD IF RENSLAYER AND MINUTES END UP TOGETHER AND THE ONLY GAY REP WE GET IS THE VILLAIN LADY AND THE ANIMATED CLOCK I'M GONNA LOSE IT

Loki being soft and gentle is KILLING ME

You didn't need to give me that long of a shot on that screen. I know the future's approaching.

B15 I WOULD DIE FOR YOU

Fucking hell I love this. I want the end of this so bad to be lokius and Sylvie as my trio but not a throuple.

Gaybies!

His number two fan!

LOOK AT CASEY BACK THERE SMILING LIKE A PROUD BOYFRIEND I'M SORRY I SHIP THESE TWO SO BAD

ANOTHER REASON WHY HIS NAME IS OUROBOROS I'M DYING

OH MY GOD HE SAID THE THING OB YOU CAN'T JUST SAY THE THING I'M SCREAMING

OH MY GOD THIS IS KILLING ME

SYLVIE I LOVE YOU SO MUCH I'M SO HAPPY YOU'RE HERE

OB YOU MADE MINI-FIGURES?!

STOP I HAVE TOO MANY THINGS TO WRITE I CANNOT WRITE A FIC WHERE OB DMS THEIR DND CAMPAIGN

OB'S NOT SO SUBTLE LOOK AT SYLVIE WHEN HE SAYS "When someone killed He Who Remains" AND HER RESPONDING LOOK OF PRIDE LIKE 'Thank you, and I'd do it again' AND LOKI LIKE 'Not in front of the variant, please' IS FUCKING SENDING ME

"And ruined my life" OB YOU'RE MY FAVORITE OFFICIALLY

THE BICKERING IS BACK BABYYY ALSO IT'S ABSOLUTELY YOUR TURN LOKI HE'S RIGHT

CASEY AND OB JUST IDLY WATCHING THE BANTER I CANNOT WITH THIS EPISODE OH MY GOD

SYLVIE JUMPING INTO THE BICKERING OH NO OH NO (this is an oh no for me, maybe I'll explain what oh no means in reaction posts later, if anything comes of this one. God I hope not)

Loki is a very fast runner

VICTOR

But also please do not come in the way of Casey and OB

Ohhh fuck

I thought she was gonna restore his memories without permission, I really did

[I just paused typing the reactions because I thought of a theory OH MY GOD]

LOKI DON'T GO AFTER HER YOU KEEP CHOOSING MO STOP

OH FUCKING BRAD AGAIN

WHY ARE THEY ALL IN THERE THAT'S A TERRIBLE IDEA

THIS IS ABOUT TO BE A PRISON RIOT

B15 NO YOU CAN'T TRUST THEM

They're for sure gonna go for it AND THEN TURN ON YOU WHEN IT'S TIME

NO THAT'S THEIR PLACE

Lord please don't kiss

Loki you're doing great sweetie please don't try to kiss her

LOKI STOP I'M GONNA WRITE A POEM IF YOU KEEP SPITTING WISDOM

SYLVIE YOU'VE SEEN WIZARD OF OZ??!!

Don't you DARE FUCKING kiss her

Oh thank god

FUCK YOU RENSLAYER

FUCK OFF BITCH

BRAD THAT'S A BOLD FACE LIE

MINUTES GO FUCK YOURSELF (Timely's not gonna do it, after all)

EEEWWW

MINUTES YOU FUCKING BITCH YOU'RE SMILING THAT'S DISGUSTING

BRAD YOU BETTER TURN ON A BITCH

THE TEMPAD ISN'T WORKING??!!

This is weird

WE DON'T HAVE TIME FOR THIS WEIRD SHIT

BRAD YOU MOTHER FUCKER DON'T! FUCK

MOBIUS WHAT DID YOU PLAY? I BET IT WAS CANDY CRUSH AND AMONG US

FUCKING HELL I HATE THIS SO FUCKING MUCH FUCK THIS

TIMELY OH MY GOD

OH MY GOD SYLVIE

FUCK MY BRAIN IS MOVING FAST AND GOD I HATE IT I KNOW WHAT'S GOING TO HAPPEN I PAUSED IT

SO IT MIGHT NOT HAPPEN TILL NEXT WEEK BUT: So they're separated, Sylvie gets up, pries open the elevator doors in time to see past Loki get pruned but thinks it's current Loki. And she's very upset about it. Then current Loki shows up and they reunite and she kisses him for real this time. GOD PLEASE NO I'M GONNA BE NERVOUS FOR THE NEXT SEVENTEEN MINUTES MINUS WHENEVER THAT HAPPENS.

ON THE OTHER HAND IF YOU JUST HUG HIM I CAN HANDLE THAT

THERE'S PAST LOKI SHIT HERE WE GO

ELEVATOR BROKEN. I MIGHT START CRYING PREMATURELY

IF I GET THIS RIGHT I'M GONNA BE SHOCKED I NEVER PREDICT THINGS RIGHT EVEN IF THEY'VE BEEN HEAVILY FORESHADOWED.

I DON'T WANT THIS TO BE THE MOMENT I CHECK OFF THAT BINGO SQUARE PLEASE NO

SYLVIE GOOD GIRL OH MY GOD YOU'RE SO SMART THIS IS WHY YOU ARE THE SUPERIOR VARIANT

WAIT WE STILL DON'T KNOW WHO'S ON THE PHONE THOUGH

WAIT PAUSED AGAIN. WAS I ORIGINALLY RIGHT, DOES FUTURE LOKI PRUNE PAST LOKI? OKAY EVERYTHING ABOUT MY PREDICTION IS THE SAME EXCEPT SHE'S ONLY UPSET UNTIL PAST BOI DISAPPEARS BECAUSE CURRENT BOI IS RIGHT THERE. OKAY PRESSING PLAY AGAIN

RIPPING OPEN THE DOOR, CURRENT LOKI WITH PRUNE STICK Y'ALL AS SOON AS I FIGURED OUT HE ACTUALLY GOT PRUNED FROM BEHIND I SAID IT WAS LOKI

DO IT LOKI MOBIUS NEEDS YOU

OH RIGHT YOU NEED TO SEE SYLVIE RIGHT. I forgot you understood this shit better than I do.

There's a guy in another apartment yelling ARGH, and that's a BIG MOOD right now dude lol.

"I promise you this will make sense." You're killing me Loki PLEASE DON'T KISS HER

ANSWER THE PHONE

STOP YELLING RANDOM DUDE IN MY BUILDING, EVERYTHING'S OKAY (FOR NOW)

FUCK YES DO IT, OB

ALSO THANK GOD NO KISS YET

This man is still yelling and it's been like 3-5 minutes.

I AGREE WITH LOKI AND SYLVIE LOL

YEAH DIE BITCH

OH SHIT I WAS GONNA FUCKING SAY NOT AGAIN BUT SHE SAID HER PIECE HOLY SHIT

GET HIM

YES

YES FUCKING DIE

Thanks V

TELL HIM LOKI

NO TIMELY I WANT LOKI TO TELL MOBIUS AND I DON'T TRUST YOU THAT MUCH

AND LOKI'S FOR SURE A FASTER RUNNER

I DON'T LIKE THAT WE THINK WE'RE GONNA FIGURE OUT-- FUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUUCK

OH NO

NOOOOOOOOO IT'S THE SHOT NOOOOOOOO

WAIT WAIT DID HE TIME SLIP OR TURN INTO BLACK HOLE SPAGHETTI [Pretty sure it's the second one]

wait. Why are there pictures of the episode including the last scene in the files at the TVA? (I know it's the credits but I'm choosing to accept it as canon)

It all comes down to Brad I guess??

I. Need to go like. Stare at a wall for a little bit or something.

[razberrypuck]

ep 102 liveblog

jehfjegdg thank you for this intro condi

NO THEYRE LEAVING ALREADY?????

GRYFFON 🙏🙏🙏

JAHSJWUDHSH "chip, I can't lie, tell him he did good out there"

chip flat out lying so hard it made grizz break character

"because the beyond section is actually navy ran" "whaaaaat D:????? noooooo!!!!"

"its government subsidized fucking mystery cave. fucking sure I guess."

"she told her no" "thanks for listening, gryffon" "no problem"

QUEEN 👏👏👏👏

"okay queen is being based right now" YEAHH YOU GET IT GILL

"can I just insight check queen" JWHWHDHAGDY

QUEEN I LOVE YOU <33333

jay: I was right to be angry, right? she was kinda making me feel bad about it

gillion: you reacted more than -- MORE than fairly

chip: I have a lot of opinions, none of them matter. I'm not gonna tell you how to feel.

gill giggling at chip going "I'll show you my hidden darkness" we love visible character development he would've gotten ready to throw down if this were early campaign

"no, it's like a metaphor" "a meta for what?"

gillion quietly trying to comfort jay im not okay..............

gillion: I'm just gonna be straight with you guys, if they fucking....murked a god of the undersea or something, or disrupted the natural order of life, I might be up for a little war."

jay and chip immediately being down to join the war on the side of the undersea hello???? they weren't lying these captains really are ride or die

hey actually I want to talk abt how MUCH having gillion be their moral backbone (whether they like it or not) has changed chip and jay. I don't have the words right now but I want to talk about it. you get it.

GRIZZ DO NOT BRING UP EDYN HOW COULD YOU

OHHH GRIZZ HOW FUCKING COULD YOU

OHHHH ITS AVA'S HANDWRITING ISNT IT

FUCK OFF FUCK OFF FUCK OFF >:[

" 'your face makes it look like a good memory' and I close her hand over the pin" GILLION TIDESTRIDER

gillion's trying so hard to bring jay comfort dude ohh my god. im so emotional over them.

JSJFJSH TAKING A SAFETY SNIFF

"he's not evil. he's just angry." "and a dick." "and a dick."

"we've got an arlin to find" "well, I was thinking first, maybe we could... see what was going on with edyn" OH CHIP. EVERYONES BEEN GOING THROUGH FAMILY SHIT AND HE KNOWS HOW WORRIED GILLS BEEN OHH HE WANTS TO BRING GILL TO HIS SISTER CHIPPPPPPP

hes a little confused but he's got the spirit

oh chip picked up on gill changing the subject 👀

"okay. I'd like that." STOP GILLION YOU'RE GONNA KILL ME. hes forcing himself to be more open gillion I love you

EARLLLL

JAHDHSJD WALKS OUT IMMEDIATELY CALLING OUT DREY LOVE YOU EARL

BEST FRIEND????????

drey earl stole your bestie

chip and gillion suspicious of queen

give me finn please gillion go see your grandpa

FINN TIDESTRIDER

"the g-paw dap is the nose squeeze" AWH

NOOO THEY EXPIDITED IT GRANDPA COME BACK

enza <333

"I dap her up as soon as she comes through the portal" "I give her a refreshing earl juice drink" "I give her a hug and I say hi" enza just join the crew fr they love you

JAHRHEJ CHARLIE

THE FUCKING COMPASS

OHHHH CHIP. HIS DEEPEST DESIRE IN THIS EXACT MOMENT IS TO HELP REUNITE GILL AND EDYN FUCK OFFFFFFF

grizz what are you doing.

PERMANENTLY INCREASE HIS STRENGTH BY ONE??????? HELLO???????

GRIZZ

THE FUCKING SUN DREAM AGAIN

YEAHHHH JAY YES JAY

JAY HETEROCHROMIA POG???????? HOLY SHIT??????????

JAYYYYYYYYY 👏👏👏👏👏👏

"I'd like to go whaling" "gillion just looks at you until you stop having the idea" "okay nevermind I don't want to go whaling"

oh jay wants to call ollie :[

the fact that zero could see the whole fight. dude. that's kinda sick.

"did we take you to the BLOCK?????" "ollie I'm happy you're home." jsjdnsfbfj

"they call me uncle rizz ferin" JDJFJSJFHHSH DREY

"I cast protection of evil and sex on myself"

JAFHSGDHS BIZLY AND CHARLIE FREAKING OUT

oh they really didn't think about their disguised huh

AMANDA RINN???? AMANDA RINN????????

"we're the boobatross"

blonde chip with big pants, pants elemental, and jeay ferin

lionel starr, jortstorm, and gene applebottom

JULIAN!!!!!!!!!!! JULIAN MY BELOVED!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

CAPTAIN AMANDA RINN

GILL DONT GILL DONT GILL DONT

"lionel starr has never been married he doesn't believe in it"

HOW DID THEY FUCK THIS UP SO BAD?????????

NOOO THEY GOT ARRESTED

jahdhdhf amanda I love you

"what do you want me to say to her, I forgot I have the message spell" "move on, he's dead"

gillion head in hands

JAHDHSJD GILL KISSED HIM ON THE FOREHEAD

gillion's better at lying than chip?????

"they don't like you, but you get through"

gill immediately assuming edyn must be mad at him :((((

"happy low-tide to ya"

oh she hasn't come back.

oh she's letting him use her callnch........

please please please

"hiiiiiiii. it's, um... hi, edyn, it's me, gillion. um, just... wanted to give you a call. I know you might've seen the number and thought it was weird. um, but, in case you're by the phone right now and are just letting it ring out or something, 'cuz you thought it was work and are quitting, I'm just gonna scream really loud in case you're somewhere nearby -- [gillion screaming] -- in case you just hear that and you wanna run into the room and pick it up, 'cuz I know you can hear the voice message, um... okay, um, well... I just wanted to tell you that I, um, kinda sorta broke my phone, um... 'cuz I was really scared. and. I know you're okay, but I hope you're okay. um... I know you're out there doing really really big stuff... but... your little brother really misses you, especially lately. and... would give a lot to hear your voice again, um... I hope the gods bring us together soon, and... I just wanted to tell you that chip, jay, and I, and all of the other riptide pirates are sailing into the black sea, and it's, um... it's pretty dangerous stuff. I've got no doubt that we'll come back, and... sooner or later, our paths will cross, I just... I pray that it's sooner. I was... really upset. but. I think I can understand now, if you gave me a chance. And, um... I hope that this is the last message that we leave for each other. love you a medan, edyn. nope. that's nothing. love you a -- love you a m-mu-mi-gh-gu-mm- bye."

his deepest desire is still for gill to see edyn

northern sea. that's where the capital is. she's in the undersea.

"it's like if you found out your plug was a cop, but he's still your plug" I love you gillion tidestrider

"narc to narc" JAHDHWKJF GILLION

"we're the types of characters that would start making noises to comfort each other"

yooo cave song (not normal about how, once again, gillion is the one to start the song stuff)

it's a portal, not an actual gate. interesting.

the black sea is just one massive dead zone isn't it. god.

THE TREE. THE TREE. ITS THE TREE.

FUCKING GOOP BEETLES. GOOP MONSTERS.

[waheelawhisperer]

What's on your event wishlist for Arknights? Which character story arc are you itching for? I'm so sorry if this has already been asked and/or you've addressed this somewhere else

I WANT MORE NEARL MORE NEARL MORE NEARL MORE NEARL MORE NEARL NEARL NEARL NEARL NEARL NEARL NEARL NEARL I AM ROLLING AROUND AND BEATING MY FISTS ON THE FLOOR LIKE A CHILD WHOSE PARENTS WOULDN'T BUY HIM A TOY -

Good question, thanks for asking! There are a lot of things I want to see more of, given the way the world of Terra is so rich and vibrant. The list below is in rough order and not by any means exhaustive.

I want to learn more about Columbia.

I want whatever the next step in Nearl's storyline is so badly because I would bet money that it's not over, but also every Nearl event has left a bad taste in my mouth because whoever's writing them has made a career out of fumbling the bag at the end of the event. I predict the next Nearl event casts Whislash as the protagonist solely because she's the only horsegirl remaining in the family who hasn't gotten dicked over by a crappy ending yet.

I am dying to see more of the Abyssal Hunters and learn what the hell is going on with Aegir. Give us more of the Inquisition and their sick Bloodborne drip too, and what the actual fuck is the Last Knight's deal?

I really want to learn something, anything, about Sami and Higashi. Please give us an event set in those areas. Please.

I require additional Siege. It took her literal years to become relevant to the narrative despite being a launch unit. Thankfully, the current main story arc is focusing on her. I would also like more of the Glasgow Gang along with her.

I really wanted to learn about Siracusa very very badly because it's packed full of wolfgirls apparently and I really love wolfgirls, but we got a Texas event in CN very recently so that will probably hold me over for a little while.

Swimsuit Horn. This is not a story arc, but I need it anyway because I want to see her BOOTY.

Playable Degenbrecher and Viviana Droste. I would take out a loan from the Mafia to pot 6 them. I also really want to know more about both of them.

Holy fuck please make Surtr a character that exists outside tier lists and one vignette.

Blaze. I want to see more of the Elite Operator who got to bond with the Doctor in Chapter 6.

More Elite Operators in general, I am very tired of Arknights releasing characters that don't feel particularly connected to the story while actual units we canonically have access to in-universe aren't available in the game. Give me Logos and Misery or I'll piss in your Cheerios Lowlight. Let us learn more about Rhodes Island and its history in general while we're at it.

Bolivar

Rhine Labs

Penguin Logistics

Give me more handsome men to roll for. Give me hunks. With muscles and beards.

Allow me to install a mute button on Kal'tsit and Catapult.

Things I do not care about or want more of at this point:

Lungmen, holy shit no more storylines set in Lungmen, please, I'm so tired of Wei and his stupid dickass city, just let me kidnap Swire and Hoshiguma and their gay rat lover and reunite them with Ch'en, they deserve so much better

Literally anything to do with Reunion, Kashchey, or Talulah.

I have no interest in the Sui storyline at this point, other than the Sui siblings none of the characters rise above mid-tier to me and the writing is so smugly self-congratulatory, the writers are so proud of making the story as obscure as possible and are too busy whacking off to their own intelligence to write a story that actually makes fucking sense.

Nervous Impairment and anything that incorporates dodge, I hate both mechanics and they actively make the game worse

Despite how genuinely funny Laterano is as a setting, Guiding Ahead was such ass that I genuinely don't want to revisit it, the only reason it even felt connected to the rest of the story was because Mostima was in it. This event had so many aspects that should've made me like it but the execution sucked so hard I just want nothing to do with the storyline it's setting up anymore.

Anything related to how awful Ursus is, I get it already.

There's a lot more but I want to go to bed. This should cover the most important stuff.

[bitchlessdino]

Holiday Blind Hate Pt. 3: The Finale

Pairing: fem!reader X domestic!dino

Genre: fluff, slight angst, slice of life, smut

Word count: 12K

BEWARE OF: THERES SMUT IN THIS ONE YALL, sweetheart! lonely!reader, best friend!seungcheol, enemies to ???, slice of life, swearing, sexual themes, mentions of bullying, mention of trauma, anxious!reader, mention of other SVT members, masturbation, brief spitting and slapping, switch!chan, switch!reader, powerplay, both our mains being brats, daddy kink, facesitting, blow job, unprotected sex, please for the love of god what happened

Summary: All you wanted was your own hallmark romance this Christmas, but it looks like you signed up for more than you asked for when you decided to go on a blind date offered by the one guy you wanted to be on the date with.

author note: So, a lot has happened, I got sick and then recovered. I went on a trip and ended up writing a lot on the plane rides back and forth, and ended up in some kind of horny fog that had me writing about two switches that think they're both doms. is this a bad thing? you guys be the judges. I had a bit too much fun writing this, I almost find it funny. I was so curious how this was going to go because I seriously had no idea how I was going to end it. please let me know what you guys think, i think i went crazy for a moment lol. ANYWAYS WOOZI WHAT THE FUCK. enjoy guys!

Chapters - [1] [2] (COMPLETE)

Time passed like nothing and before you knew it was already Christmas. You spent the day with your family, trying to forget what happened in early December, and tried to enjoy the welcoming overnight stay with your parents. They were coddling as always, making sure to cook your favorite meals, while on the other hand, you made sure to bring them their bundles of gifts. Mom loved her skincare set, while dad was happy with the big fancy grill you got him. But despite that, they said the presents weren’t necessary. They were just happy to have you home and you were happy to be home.

It was refreshing. You had moved away from the suburbs to grow on your own. It was to be away from all parental guidance and overbearing eyes. Although you love your parents, there was something you needed to experience outside of the walls of the place you’ve always called home. Now you were happy to be reunited together again, able to take the time out of your day and cherish the holidays with your parents.

“Are you eating well? You’re not starving yourself in the city, are you?”

“Of course not, Mom. My office building gives great lunches.”

“What about weekends?”

“There are plenty of restaurants nearby and I go grocery shopping every two weeks.” You reassured her further.

“That’s good. Don’t get skinny, okay?”

Dinner time arrived as soon as it ended. You thanked them both and your phone all of a sudden goes off. You excused yourself from the table and answered the call. You greeted whoever was on the other line and a low tenor hit your ears.

“Hi, Lunch buddy.”

You softly laughed, readjusting your hand with the phone, recognizing the man’s voice out even looking at the caller id. “Is that all I am to you, Seungcheol? I’m hurt.”

“Sorry, but I missed you. Didn’t you miss me?”

You hummed. “Of course I do. I don’t miss work though.”

He giggled over the phone. “Same, what’re you doing?”

“I’m on the south side of town seeing my family for Christmas, you?”

“Me too! What a small world. We’re from the same part of town. Does that mean you know about that cozy cafe–”

“--On fifth street?” You finished his sentence. “Yeah, I only went there every day as a kid with my family.”

“I love that place too! Wanna meet up a little bit? I’ll get you a nice hot cup of coffee there.”

“Sure, that sounds fun. Just the two of us, right?”

You gave yourself a new record avoiding Chan much recently since the whole wedding. That night was probably the most awkward and distant you two have been since the blind date. Having taken the same taxi that night home, the space between you two existed for a whole new reason. If Seungcheol was in this part of town this meant no doubt that so would Chan. You did feel ready to confront him just yet.

“Yeah of course,” he confirmed while you were still doubtful, “so I’ll meet you in half an hour?”

“It’s a date.”

You paid attention to what you'd be wearing and let your parents know you’d be out for a bit. You followed a random trail of snow flurries and met the familiar brick crosswalk of the pretty exterior of a cute cafe you talked about not too long ago. The windchimes of the door clanged and you immediately noticed the man at the corner of the room, excitedly waving at you with two drinks already at his table. His body drowned in the oversized cardigan he was fashioning and grinning from ear to ear, resembling a hyper preschooler.

“You’re always the one getting me food.” You happily accepted the beverage and sipped the sweet bitterness that was caffeine.

“I feel like this is the first time we’ve hung outside of work in a while. You’ve always been with Chan. And then that stopped. Why?”

Seungcheol really goes straight to the point, doesn’t he?

“Come on, I’m on vacation. Do I have to talk about this outside of work too?” You groaned, pressing your coffee against your face, shielding away from the cold.

“Like you answer my questions at work. Come on, you don’t think I’d notice the both of you acting differently all of a sudden?”

“Cheol.”

“I’m kidding,” his turn to enjoy his probably ‘too sweet to be coffee’ coffee, “I’m glad to see you. How’s your family? Are you eating well? Are you ever talking to Chan again?”

You clicked your tongue, remaining quiet for a little longer than anticipated before answering. “My family is good, the food was great, and I don’t know. We didn’t exactly part on the best terms.”

“Sorry.”

You mused at him. “What do you have to be sorry for? In this kind of situation, no one needs to apologize.”

“I just am.”

You had been thinking to yourself ever since the wedding. You evaded all of Seungcheol’s instigation and didn’t make any future plans with Chan even though there was that deal you made with him, but at this point, you didn’t even know anymore. So much has happened, so many things you were starting to question, you were wondering if you were the same person you were only a month ago.

“Chan is a great guy.”

“Then why aren’t you with him then?”

“I have my reasons,” you answered vaguely.

“As far as I know, Chan has been the happiest he’s ever been since reuniting with you again. He regrets the shit he’s done and he feels bad about withholding the truth from you. I know I sound like an annoying Cupid, but the kid’s down bad.”

It bothered you how much he was defending him right now. He’s his brother afterall, it made sense, but you could help but get frustrated at the incessant prodding and nagging at your consciousness. Seungcheol was right in every way, left and right, but you were still conflicted. You stared at the man you were infatuated with for all these years and he stared back with a friendly expression.

“I don’t know if I want to see him again. Have you considered that?”

“You just said he was a great guy.”

“There’s a lot of nice guys out there. That doesn’t mean I’ll date all of them.” You refuted frustratedly.

“Tell me the actual reason why you won’t see a man you kissed and liked.”

Maybe you’d regret this decision, but there was nothing holding you back now that you were on the topic. You slid over in the booth over in Seungcheol’s direction, finally meeting his lips in a long-awaited kiss. They cushioned against yours, surprisingly matching your shape, reciprocating your kiss. He was warm and moved with poise. He was as gentle as he could be and almost didn’t believe it was happening. He was good, if not a great kisser…but it felt off.

You weren’t sure what. You had dreamt of kissing the man countless times before, so what wrong? The moment you realized the thoughts going on in your head you parted from him. Seungcheol looked back at you with a simple smile, as if the kiss you exchanged was a typical friendly gesture.

“What was that about?” He asked plainly.

You took a deep breath and stared right into his eyes, ready to pour out all the truth you had left in you, “I’ve liked you for probably two years. I liked you so much I even had your brother who you set me up with to help me out because I believed he knew you the best and could guarantee results. In exchange, I’d help him make Hana jealous in order for him to have closure. You’re everything I could possibly want in a boyfriend and I dedicated nearly a month to find a way for us to end up together all while helping Chan.”

He didn’t look surprised. Seungcheol had this crazy intuition that no one else can explain that gets him to perceive all this ridiculous amount of information before someone can come out with the truth. It was the one thing you did hate about him because he was the worst person to get gifts or plan events for. Coincidentally enough, you were his office secret Santa this year and he predicted it was you and your gift even before the moment he opened it. You were still mad at him sort of until today. Even so, it wasn’t like he could come up with an idea as ridiculous as this in his head.

Despite that, you continued. “You’re handsome, you’re kind, you’re annoyingly considerate. You’ve only ever been a good friend to me and I love you with all my heart.”

“But?”

You blinked at him. “Why do you think there’s a but?”

“Of course, there’s a but.” he grinned knowingly.

“...but, I don’t know anymore. I feel like my head is spinning when I’m talking with either one of you and I don’t know why. It makes me feel like shit.”

There was nothing wrong with it. There was nothing wrong with him. So, why? Why was everything about that kiss so underwhelming? You were so sure of your feelings and Seungcheol was practically the perfect man.

“I think you do know, Y/n. Just be honest with yourself. Why didn’t you like our kiss?” He scooted in the booth closer to you, leaning forward, seemingly flirtatiously, but knowing Seungcheol it was nothing but platonic.

You stared back at him with the most bizarre expression, the thought lingering in your mouth as you tried to push but fight it at the same time. You only had one reason in mind and all you could do when coming to terms with it was involuntarily sigh. Not because you simply realized it now, but because you knew the answer all this time, only pushing further down where you couldn’t see it. The truth was you still had resentment. You hated everything that happened and it brought too much of a past that you wanted to ignore for so long. That his words and actions hurt you more than anything, but that proved your true feelings more than anything else.

You kept telling yourself it was because of your chaotic history that you were angry at him. It was too much of a point you didn’t want to see because you were frustrated with what he did, or even believing that he was far from the next thing you wanted in your life. However, you knew better than to keep lying. It was because it was him that you continued to feel anything. Anger, resentment, joy, and now even guilt. He had a hold on you, far stronger than you ever imagine he would.

“...because you’re not Chan. You could never be him and he’s the one I’m in love with now.” You admitted out loud causing the man parallel to you to break out in a big fatherly smile.

“Bingo.”

You face palmed yourself, feeling the strain in your head ease, but groaning like you were just awoken from the sun blinding your eyes. “Fuuuck.”

“How does it feel to have your eyes open?”

“Awful,” you took your hand away from your face, “because I literally just kissed the brother of the man I just admitted to being in love with.”

He laid a hand on your shoulder. “Well, love is a tricky thing. You think you know one and things change as time passes by and you discover another new thing. In your defense, neither of us felt anything. Consider this some European goodbye. Or some good ol’ fashion closure.”

You narrowed your eyes at him, frustrated. “How could you not react when I am pouring out my feelings like this to you, Seungcheol. I kissed you for god sake and you react like a goddamn lamppost. Am I that unattractive?”

His big, round eyes were electric. The look he gave would make anyone in this coffee shop instantly fall in love with every word that comes out of his pretty little mouth. “Y/n. You’re the most attractive and amazing girl that I know.”

“But?”

He smiled, reaching over the crown of your head and messing up your hair. “But, I’m not into girls.”

“Oh.” You were shocked, not expecting his answer.

“At least not at the moment. My mind is a little preoccupied with a certain guy right now that can’t really put a label on what we are, but not too preoccupied with helping the heteros with their spackle.”

“...I hate you so much right now.”

“Kinda homophobic of you, Y/n.”

You slapped his forearm. “Not that. You literally knew this entire time I was into you and you didn't think for a moment to let me know you’re gay and reject me properly so I can go about my life.”

He shrugged. “I don’t like confrontation. And I’m pan FYI.”

“You’re so full of shit, you know that?”

He giggled like a schoolboy. “Ha. Ha. You had a crush on me.”

“Shut up.” You kept pounding at his side, embarrassed by your confession.

“Now that we got that settled.” He pulled himself up from the booth and took your arm with him. “Now we can take you back to Chan.”

Your hand wrapped around his wrist. “Whoa, whoa, whoa. I’m not ready to confront him yet.”

“Well, why not?”

What excuses were you going to make for yourself now? You should’ve expected that Seungcheol had more planned than some friendly meetup, although you half hoped the younger brother wouldn’t be making another appearance since it was still too soon, the other half was hoping he’d come crashing through those doors and taking you in his arms like the inevitable Lee Chan would. That kind of thing happens in all the movies Chan would mention, but that doesn’t mean it’ll happen here. Not this soon anyway.

“I…hate confrontation too.”

“Well, that’s too bad, because I told him to come 20 minutes after I came.”

“Seungcheol!” You grabbed your coffee in a hurry and made a beeline for the door.

The moment you swing it open, you nearly collide with the person on the other side, spilling your coffee all over the floor and slipping on your feet. A pair of arms encircled themselves around you, pulling you against their chest, forcing you to meet their eyes. Man, were they the prettiest almond eyes you’ve ever seen.

“L-Lee Chan.”

He stared back at you with concern. His arms felt strong and reliable enough that you could easily melt in them and not worry about what would happen afterward. You had been evading all ways to contact him and now here you were falling shamelessly in his arms. This was pathetic, even for you. Even your so-called pride was not enough to resist him tightening the grip you had on his thick pullover.

Chan, on the other hand, thought was going through a heart attack. Every day since the wedding, he had been worse compared to his split with Hana. Where losing Hana felt like betrayal and loss of trust, losing you felt as if a piece of him was missing. He couldn’t cherish the time he spent with you and missed you every day you were missing. He thought he really screwed things up with you by not being honest all this time and all he had been doing in your time apart was think of ways to make things up to you. Now that you were in front of him, in his arms, everything that he had planned to say to you went out the window as he continued to be entranced by your presence.

“Y/n. I—”

“Seungcheol at the table in the corner. Bye.” You tried to pull yourself away from the man but he managed to grasp your arm.

“Y/n. Please talk to me.”

“Chan. I can’t talk to you right now, it's too soon.”

“Then when is a better time? Five more years when you meet someone new, have kids, and forget all about me? No. I’m not wasting any more time without you.”

As if you weren’t embarrassed already from the mess you made, you felt eyes watching your every move. You looked over at a nearby employee and mouthed the words ‘I’m so sorry,’ pointing at the coffee on the ground. You took a deep breath and looked down at the hand clutching your arm. You removed his fingers and instead of letting go like early this December, you latched on to yours, pleasantly surprising him. “We should talk outside. Come on.”

You led him away from curious eyes and walked on a directionless path with his hand in yours. If not for the cold, you’d be red in the face, flushed from his mere presence alone. Neither one of you talked for a whole five minutes, nothing thinking about what you were about to say to one another.

“I missed you.” Chan broke the silence. “How’s your Christmas been?”

“It’s been…relaxing. I’m seeing my family and not thinking about too much, which is nice. How about you?”

“Oh you know, the constant thinking of you and of what I can do to not feel like I’m not so much up my ass the next time I get to talk to you.”

If there was one thing to note about Chan was his relentless loyalty. You noticed it with his previous girlfriend, you noticed it when he was you, and you kind of even noticed it with Seungcheol. He was only his older brother, but despite not being related by blood, he respected the man and even took his thoughts into consideration. The man had a habit of latching on to the next person he found himself unconditionally loving and the man was well aware of it himself.

Was it unhealthy? Yes.

Did he need to go to therapy? Perhaps.

But was this the same thing that he had with you? In his mind, no.

You were something he followed like a religion because he felt like he had to your given circumstances. His draw to you was like a colorful dream that he felt himself constantly chasing because everything in his head and mind screamed that there was nothing that could get better than you. You were it for him.

“How’s that going?” You interrupted his thoughts.

“Not great to be honest.”

You halted in your steps and turned to face him. There was no easy way for you to say important things out loud due to lack of experience but as of recently, it seems like you were given all the opportunities to practice.

“I kissed your brother.”

He exhaled and briefly pressed his lips in a firm line, a slightly hurt expression on his face. “I can’t say I’m happy for you, but if anything I deserved that.”

“But I didn’t enjoy it as much as I thought I would. And he helped me understand better why.”

“I really hope this goes where I think it’s going, otherwise I'm going back to another month of moping.”

You internally smiled, missing his comedic timed commentary.

“I want to preface it with this.” He nodded, urging you to go on.

“I don't want to be something that you want to be with because you just got out of a relationship or because you pity me. I want the person I want to be with to genuinely want to be with me with no other reason besides genuinely wanting me. I’m done chasing someone I have no chance with.”

He nodded sincerely, he took your hands, stroking your hand with his thumb as he stared deep back in your eyes, awaiting more words and truly breathing in every one of them.

“I genuinely want to be with you with all my heart and I think about you all time even when I’m trying not to. With that in consideration, I think, or at least hope, that you feel the way I do, but I want to take things as slow as possible if that’s okay—no, I’m going to take things as slow as possible. I guarantee you. And if you can’t handle it, then what you’re wanting is not with me.”

He offered you a soft, understanding smile and nodded once more. You spread your wingspan and enveloped him in a hug. Your frost flushed cheeks crushed against the warmth of his padded jacket and you couldn’t help felt instantly better against the cold. His hand took the back of your head naturally and smoothed down the strange moving against the cool breeze. You and Chan had few unspoken moments, given that you both almost had no idea how to shit up, but this was the most crucial moment of silence you’ve shared by far. There was nothing more blissful than the person you wanted to be with in the whole world wanted to be with in the same way.

“I want to be with you. It doesn’t matter how long it takes, as long as I’m on your mind like you're in mind, there is nothing else that will stand in the way of that. I’ll fight all the Seungcheols in the world to make that happen.”

“Yeah, about that.” You pulled away from your embrace to look at him with a deadpan face. “Your brother is pretty much the bane of my existence at the moment. I’m kicking his ass as soon as I see him at work again.”

“What did he do now?”

“He apparently knew…everything? Care to explain.”

“Who knows what goes on in the geezer’s mind,” he attempted to change the subject, bring you back in an overbearing hug, “aren’t you glad we’re together again?”

You can imagine his cheesy grin and the overly sweet voice made you think otherwise about his answer. “Chan.”

“Yes, my love.”

“Are you and Seungcheol keeping something from me?”

He sighed, pressing his lips on your head. “I promised myself I’d be honest from now on.”

He pushed you at an arm's length and gripped your shoulders, and then let his words come out as earnest as they could. “He was the first person I came to after everything that happened. And in turn I admitted your feelings—”

“You have the biggest fucking mouth—”

“And to my relief, he had no feelings for you, therefore no competition, but he was sure of yours for me, so he made me trust him with our secrets and he’d promise that he’d make us happen.”

“You and Seungcheol are possibly the worst pair of siblings I’ve ever met. I hate you both. I’m never dealing with brothers again—”

“And you won’t have to because I’m not going to give you another reason to leave. Please stay with me.” He tightened around you, relief releasing out of him like air out of a balloon and. “Don’t leave me hanging while I fall deeper in love with you.”

“Y-you fall, what?” You muffled his jacket, shaken to your core.

“I’m in love with you.”

What were you supposed to say to something like that?

“You did not just fucking say ‘thank you’ to my brother. Coward.”

“Okay, fuck you, Seungcheol. And this wouldn’t have happened if you hadn’t fucking meddled. No one has ever confessed their undying love for me before, okay?”

“How about ‘I love you too,’ or maybe the lighter, ‘I’m not quite there yet, but let's see where life takes us.’ Any of those would fucking do.”

You pointed at him frantically. “You’re the fucker that got him obsessed with romantic comedies, aren’t you, you bitch?”

“Everyone love rom coms, bitch. Stop changing the subject. How are you gonna admit you’re in love with him to me and not him?”

“He keeps reciting movie lines to me, you hoe. The fuck are you, queer Cupid?”

Christmas was a turning point in your lives. Having gotten over your attraction to your long-time work friend, he and you have grown closer over time and are randomly throwing slurs at each other like it’s the Olympics for it. You were able to look past his good looks and charming personality to realize what he truly is, a nosy and talkative human being just like the rest of us. Your dynamic had changed for the better, but now Seungcheol had all the reason to annoy the fuck of you about your love life without worrying about your feelings.

“You’re lucky ass is fortunate enough to have a queer Cupid. You know how long I had to deal with your two pathetic asses when my love life was going nowhere. Thank Fucking God Jeonghan took the fucking hint and let me emotionally smash.”

You placed both your palms over your red ears. “I don’t wanna hear you smash anything, emotional or not.”

“Why, scared you’ll get jealous and fall for me again?” He taunted.

“You bring that up one more time, mother fucker, the next thing you’re smashing is the office building as I throw you against it.”

“It’d be funny to see you try.”

“If you weren’t Fucking Chan’s brother—”

“You’d never end up with him in the first place. You’re welcome. Speaking of, why the fuck did you say ‘thank you’ and not give him a normal answer like a normal person?”

“I don’t have explain shit. Chan understood what I meant.”

He gave you a stupefied look. “No, he didn't. The boy is as dumb as a doornail.”

“He’s not dumb,” you defended, “he’s just…slow, sometimes.”

Your phone went off without a hitch and you identified the new name you had for Chan on your phone, immediately reaching for it. “Hi, Chan. How are you?”

Seungcheol gave you a distasteful glance hearing you transition in tone. You stuck a finger out to the man, awaiting the voice of the man of the hour on the other line.

“Hi, just seeing if you’d pick up since it’s your lunch and all. Also, can you and Seungcheol stop talking about me, my ears are itching like crazy.”

You glared over at your friend before clearing your throat and excused yourself to the ladies' room. You pressed the phone against your ear, smiling, ecstatic at the sound of his voice. You would think after saying such a thing after his confession things would be awkward but Chan has proven himself to be more reliable and understanding than you expected. He allowed you all the time you needed to collect your thoughts before you can give him a new answer, even when you knew the answer all this time.

“Any other reason for your call?”

“Just wondering whether you had plans for the new year. I was surprised when you said you were working some days before then and thought I should make plans with you before you decided on taking on New Year's for extra money or something.”

Chan was looking for a reason to see you again. Christmas was a godsend and all he could think about the next time he see you. Time was of the essence and although he knew to give you time, he was itching for the moment to kiss you again.

“Nope, no plans of any kind, no work. Did you have something in mind?”

At the moment, your relationship was undefined and that was okay. You wanted to take it slow after all, but you had admitted to fantasizing the ways you and Chan would finally find a way to make it official without either one of you worrying about making some sort of misunderstanding. You were getting your hopes up, just a little bit.

“Maybe we could…take a trip?”

“Trip? Together?” You swallowed. “Just the two of us? Sounds kind of intimate.”

“Well, there'll be two separate beds. I was thinking a cabin. Maybe a campfire, a mountain trail, a lake. Like a lodging trip, an escape from the city. What do you think?”

It sounded like a set for a murder, to be honest, or the making of a perfect winter getaway with the one person you wanted to get alone with.

“You’re not gonna Michael Meyers me, are you?”

“What, no…unless that’s what you’re into?”

You laughed at him, hands pressed over your cheek. “Do I need to bring anything?”

“We can go grocery shopping together if you want? Only enough for an overnight.”

“Okay, after I get out of work then?”

“Perfect.”

You bid Seungcheol a frantic farewell as you hurriedly headed on the road to Chan’s apartment building. You buzzed yourself in and waited for the owner to welcome you in. Chan greeted you with a smile matching yours, bringing you inside without a second thought.

“How has your day been?”

You sat on a bar stool as he got drinks from the fridge and placed a pre-opened icy cold bottle on the counter for you, opening his own in front of you. “Glad it’s over and the weekend. How convenient that corporate holidays literally fall on Saturdays and Sundays. It’s like my superiors planned all this so they could lay on the work thick. You’re so lucky to have your schedule. I’d die to have a job like yours.”

“There’s a lot of pressure though. I was working with a guy for a month before we sold his house,” he took a swig of his refreshing drink before closing it and placing it in his kitchen counter, “given the house did sell for a lot, the guy was such an ass. Like really fuck off.”

“Wasn’t it, Seungkwan’s house?” You narrowed at him cheekily.

“My point exactly. I’m not doing him any favors again. Hansol Hyung can deal with him.”

You smiled along with him as he continued to vent, not at all minding until you both set out for that grocery shopping. Chan drove this time, peacefully quiet on the ride to the store there, occasional glances being exchanged. Once reaching the store, it had luckily all you needed from marshmallows and chocolate to deli meat and hard liquor to liven up the night.

“Anything else we’re missing?” You asked looking over an online article of ‘must haves’ for a camping trip.

“Think maybe we would use playing cards or board games. There’s no internet, we’d be off the grid.”

“Hmm,” you scanned over an array of toys and board games that didn’t require wifi or much thought for that matter and landed on an interesting deck of truth or dare cards, plucking it from its aisle.

“And you call me the middle schooler,” He scoffed

“I had no one to play this with as a kid. Wouldn’t it be fun to just be childish and ask dumb questions like,” you turned the box over for an example, “‘what’s the dirtiest place you—oh. You’re right, we don’t have to—“

“You’ve changed my mind, truth or dare sounds great!” Chan grabbed it from your grasp and placed it in the cart, walking ahead of you to the cashier.

With much resistance on your end, Chan goes through with buying the deck of cards and you followed behind him, a red hue imprinted on your cheeks as he led you to his car.

“We’re gonna have a great time,” Chan repeated with a smile.

“Can we just skip over the really personal questions?”

“You do that, I’ll make you do all the dares.”

“But I don’t know what on those dares!”

He grinned looking over at you briefly before his eyes were back on the road. “That’s the fun of it.”

His car reached your place and you both end up splitting the camping supplies, not want neither one has the burden of having all of them at one place, and Chan insisted on holding the game cards so you have no opportunity to get rid of them. And the last you saw before you took off was that wide grin on his face saying the words, “I can’t wait to get you to do what I say.”

They sent shivers down your spine in bed, a wet arousal taking over in the thin material of your panties, making your legs clench together at the sensation. You and Chan had not been as affectionate since the few weeks you were fake dating, let alone ever had sex in any point of time, but you had the spidey senses telling you that it might change this trip, and that made you admittedly look forward to the trip more. You pulled the covers over your head, lost in your dirty thoughts.

You could feel your hand trail down to a path of no going back and imagined a sweaty Lee Chan towering over you and you laid breathless underneath him. You could mentally hear him call out your name and gain control, handling you however he wanted and you telling him your deep desires as he sensually reciprocates. You pressed your lips in a firm line, suppressing your moans as you pictured your fingers to be his with his lips trailing over your body. He’d be going at the perfect pace, the kind that’d urge you to say, ‘just like that,’ all while he curled his lips up in the sexy grin he’d make. He’d fuck you like a champion, and you could feel it hit you. Your moans would slip past your lips, not bothering to quiet yourself any longer, meeting your ultimate—phone call.

You frantically wiped your fingers on your sleepwear, noticing the devil's name himself on the caller id. “H-hey Chan…what’s up?”

“Not much, just wanted to hear your voice before I go to sleep.”

“O-oh..how sweet.”

“Why do you sound so tired, you’re taking a breath every three seconds.” He questioned.

“Oh,” you coughed, “I just came from a run. Still kind of tired.”

“Oh, okay. Pretty late in the night, thought you’d be sleeping.”

“Well, I wasn’t sleepy, thought I’d, you know, tired myself out.” How true that statement was.

“Aw, well I hope you can get to sleep soon. If you still can’t, just call me and I can lull you to sleep.” He chuckled.

“I’ll consider it,” you respond nervously, knowing how his voice would be far from the solution to your recent restlessness, “I’m gonna take a shower. Good night Chan.”

“Good night, Y/n.”

You hung up on him, bathing in your own sinful guilt, just knowing this was going to be a really long trip.

After relentless days of paperwork and Seungcheol’s snarky remarks regarding how you needed to ‘get it on,’ you were getting ready to meet with Chan in the middle and take a shuttle to the location. He was giddy seeing your face and took your hand in the first opportunity he got. He sighed in content as your bottoms landed on the comforting cushion of the seats.

“This’ll be so fun,” he exclaimed.

“How far is it?”

“It’s a two hour drive. We’ll have this little place with a bathroom, kitchen, and even a place for a campfire. I’m so excited. I hope you like it.” He softly clapped.

You tilted your head at him. “How’d you find this company in the first place?”

“A coworker of mine took his girlfriend there. Said they had a great time and I thought it’d be fun to see the stars for the new year, instead of loud fireworks polluting the air. I mean, I like how they look, but it's nice to see something different for a change and breathe some fresh air.”

You grinned, appreciating his answer. He looked like a student getting ready for a field trip, all smiles watching people load on the bus. You left occasional glances at his hands, tapping restlessly on his armrest. He was being so cute right now, you could just die.

When he turned his head to you, taking your hand as if he read your mind and squeezed. “I’m happy you’re the one going with me.”

His eyes were lit up, being all the fireworks you could ever need for this new year. You returned his gleeful expression. “Me too.”

Every group or person had a small cabin to themselves, all varying in size according to the size of their party. You and Chan shared a smaller cabin with a small kitchen and bathroom as he mentioned. It was cozy and simple, like one of those pretty getaway spots you’d find on Pinterest. The beds were toppled over each other like a bunk bed. One queen size hovered over the other attached on the wall with enough space for one to not bump head against the hard surface of either the ceiling or the top bed.

“This is so cute,” you said in awe.

“Wow, this is way better than the pictures. Which bed do you want?”

“Well what about you,” you retorted, “what bed do you want?”

He shrugged, “I’m okay with either one.”

“Alright then, I’ll take the top.” You pointed.

“Good call. I’d probably fall off that somehow.”

You grabbed that railings that lead you up to the spot you’ll be slumbering tonight and tested your weight against it, watching it pass your inspection. You gave him a thumbs up and climbed back down to help him unpack your belongings. It was somewhere between too early and just right for lunchtime that you both agreed to make an array of food for brunch. You gazed upon the sizzling bacon and at the same time ensure the waffles were browning perfectly. Chan handled squeezing the juice out of several fresh oranges and watched the frozen packaged fried chicken heat up in the conventional oven.

“Ugh, the cabin is gonna smell so good. I’ll be craving bacon all night.” You groaned, hearing your stomach growl.

“Good thing we brought plenty. After the bacon is done, we can use that same pan for eggs.”

“Smart.”

The moment the freshly made crispy bacon hit your taste buds, you hummed in bliss. Chan divulged into your waffles and his eyes lip up at the crunchy top layer and immediately transformed into a buttery, sweet flavor in his mouth. “Your waffles are so perfect. This is the cooking that I neglected.”

You gestured proudly at your form. “The best you’ll get in these parts. So far I’ve heard no complaints.”

“Man, if dinner is anything like this, I’m going to your place every meal.”

When the meal ended, you both pulled out your source of entertainment for tonight. You managed to pack a Bluetooth speaker and a playlist downloaded from your phone, blasting some comforting lofi beats in the background. Chan, on the other hand, grabbed the forsaken cards out the front sleeve of his backpack and grinned at you sinisterly.

“Time to play,” he sang.

You answered him with a look of disparity, forcing yourself to follow him in his direction and accompany him on his bed. He shuffled each deck in front of you, red indicating truth and blue indicating dare. The first card to be pulled out was by your hand, an alarming red.

“‘When was the last time you masturbated to someone in this room?’ Oh my god, this was in the toy section of Target!”

Chan let out a hearty laugh, toppling over on his bed, watching as you get a mini panic with a hard blush on your face over the frankness of those words on the card. “This is too good. Well, answer the question, or.”

He grabbed a bottle of tequila from the fridge and popped it open in front of you. Two shot glasses appeared in his hands and he poured two hefty glasses on the kitchen counter before handing one to you. “You can take a shot. ”

“We’re starting off so strong, though. What kind of question is this?” You sputtered.

“Drink then. Or answer, you’re safe here.” He grinned mischievously.

You swallowed down the contents of the glass, hating how it left a burning sensation in your throat.

“You’re boring.” He pouted.

“And you’re evil. Your turn.”

He grabbed a blue card, and read the lines. “Get comfortable, strip yourself of any article of clothing on your body.”

Your eyes widen, almost scared, yet excited, at what he’s prepared to about to remove from his body, “you can just drink—”

“I guess you finally do get to see me strip, huh?”

His hands rose in the air, ghosting over his body. A sly smile appeared on his face, noticing your eyes follow him. “What’ll it be?”

His digits landed on the fabric of his long sleeve, smoothing over the texture, but ultimately moving past it. He teased the hem of his jeans. The pad of his thumb and index pressed around the hem firm and slid around the waistband. He even made his way to the top button, feigning any intention of unlatching such. Instead, his body landed back on the bed. He lifted a leg up in the air and reached for his sock, pulling at the tip and sliding it off, exposing his bare foot.

“While I’m at it,” his arm stretched over at the over foot, and before he could you kicked him with your own foot, erupting a fit of laughter from him.

“You should’ve just drank.”

“But the look on your face is so worth it.���

He laughed with his lips and eyes. It was almost annoying how attractive even his laughing was, which was one of your weak points, to be frank. How could someone with their whole mouth open look just as cute with their mouth closed?

With a scowl on your face, you grabbed the next red card and read it out loud. “What was the most scandalous thing you’ve worn in public, extra points for pics.”

Chan let out an intrigued ‘ooh,’ and nudged your side. “Any memorable, wild phases?”

You licked your lips before grabbing your phone from your back pocket. You looked through your photo album, while Chan tried to get a sneak peek. You tapped a peculiar photo and handed it to Chan willingly. When his eyes landed on the photo, he was pleasantly surprised and turned on by the rare photo of you dressed so skimpy.

“I met a girl who offered a gig as a shot girl for this expensive event and she’d guarantee that I’d get a decent cut and a fair amount of tips. One condition was that I’d have to get dressed in something pretty revealing.”

In the photo were you and two other girls, matching in outfits, all have in common a tiny little top that showed more than enough of your cleavage along with a tiny pleated skirt that was just the length to cover your midsection and the skin of your cheeks. This was enough to get Chan’s throat dry and whatever he had going on down there was happy to see it. You looked almost shocked there as if you were surprised the photo was being taken, but that expression itself was seemly erotic to the point of him picturing you making the same face underneath him.

Chan cleared his throat, trying to keep his composure, and handed the phone back to you with his eyes still lingering on the screen. “I’m shocked. Didn’t think you had that in you.”

“When you’re a broke college student, you’d do a lot of things for a quick buck. That gig alone got me two months' rent and an all-expense-paid dinner by the party host. I can’t lie, it was a great time.”

“So…you still have that outfit?” He raised a brow.

You shook your head, feeling the slight hun of the tequila in your system. “I just borrowed the outfit, but I think about it every day. My tits look great in that photo.”

“They really do.”

You couldn’t help but laugh at his honesty, playfully shoving him. “Truth or dare.”

“I’ll do truth this time.” Picking out a card from the red deck, he read the words, “What’s the biggest turn on you learned you had from being with someone?”

“Now that sounds interesting.”

Chan grinned before pouring himself a shot glass and downing it instantly.

“Hypocrite. It wasn’t even that bad a question.”

“Yeah, but you’re the only one drinking. Thought I’d join in on the fun.”

Despite being only 3pm, many shots were taken, many questions and dares were done, leaving only two red individuals, flushed from either the alcohol or the embarrassment of having done all that you did.

“Who's winning?” You slurred.

“Who's counting?” Chan slurred back.

“Okay then, dare…Let someone text anything they want to the last partner you were with.” You huffed a big breath of air. “I really don’t wanna do that but I am way too drunk to drink anymore.”

Chan happily obliged, watching you pick out the contact allowing him to take your phone and he began to read his message aloud. “‘I can't wait to ride you tonight.’ Winky face. ‘Oops, sorry that was for someone else. My bad.’”

He sent it satisfied, tossing it back to you and you shook your head at him, comfortably stomach down on his bed. “God, you’re so crude. Your turn.”

He drew another blue card. “Give a person of your choice a…lap dance.”

You narrowed your eyes at him. “Why are you smiling so hard? Just come here and get it over with.”

You sat up on the end of the bed and Chan on the opposite got up from the bed. He stood firmly in front of you, balancing himself by leveraging the loft bed with a strong grip. He stared down at you in a dark daze, a boyish smile on his face. He always looked for an opportunity to show off and being a bit tipsy, he had more confidence than necessary. He threw his right leg over one side of your body and the other to your left. His body hovered over your thighs before landing down. He naturally swayed his hips, slight thrusts made in your direction every few seconds. His chest would hit against yours and those eyes would watch for the even slightest change in reaction.

You didn’t know where to look. Fully clothed, Chan managed to perform well, even teasing to pull at the hem of his shirt like previously, only this time to follow through, and exposed how he had nothing underneath. His body was like a work of art, created and formed like sculpted in detail in a heavenly vision. He had this manic-looking smile, and you submitted to his guidance when he took your hands to place them on his flushed skin. He was drunk beyond compare but he was far from clumsy. Your hands smoothed over the mold of his torso and mouthed a word of awe. Your hand wandered and much to Chan’s pleasure, resulting in a bunched-up excitement in the crotch of his pants. You felt it graze you as he grinded, lost in his dance, lost in your eyes, lost on how indescribably drunk he was on your touch and however many shots he’s taken.

You met each other’s foreheads, you mixing your beads of nerves with his of exhilaration. His mouth opened agape, too focused to utter words, as his hands cupped your face. He was breathless as his lips ghosted over yours, feeling him slow down his pace for a more slow and sensual grind. Your hands took place on his back, elbows down and hands up. He lingered, holding on a longing gaze. If it hadn’t been for the loud birds heard in the distance, who knew how long it would go or where you would end up. You looked down at your lap, sobering up at the sight of the tent in his pants.

“Uh, wow, maybe you really are a seasoned dancer.” You managed to utter.

“It helps in cases other than the dance floor.”

“Right. Well, that was fun. I think I’m gonna take a walk.” You slid from underneath and took your coat and beanie from the chair.

Chan landed back in the bed puzzled. He wondered whether he scared you or had been too forward, feeling himself sober up as well. He watched as you managed to grab things and help yourself out the door. He urged himself to follow after, quickly dressing conservatively.

You sighed in relief as the cool breeze hit your red cheeks, cooling you off from the intense experience you’ve had just moments before; and walked along the trail. Chan followed after, immediately catching up to you and matching your pace. You walk along beside each other buzzed and appreciating the beauty of nature you both hardly get to see residing inside the city.

“It’s peaceful out here.” You mention awkwardly.

“I can see why people intentionally live in the woods. Must be nice to wake up to the sounds of nature.”

“Yeah.”

God, there was that silence again. You twiddled with your fingers, watching him from the corner of your eye, still blushing from the thought of his drunken state. You couldn’t help but run those dark, sexual thoughts in your head, knowing he’d probably be doing the same but tried restraining yourself before something could happen. Who knows what will happen the moment you give into the tiny devil on your shoulder. Chan would look to your side more boldly than you would and the worry was explicit on his face as he pondered the idea of whether you were starting to have regrets agreeing to the trip.

“That might have been too far. I’m sorry.”

You shook your head at him. “Oh no, not that. I’m just—I want to see the trail since we only saw it from the drive here. It’s cool how everyone gets their own perimeter of the area so that they can have their own privacy. It's like you actually have a mini-vacation away from the city. I feel like I’ve seen this before in a movie. Except it’s way better and you don’t have to see other people to have a good time in the woods—and I’m rambling aren’t I?”

Chan let a soft grin appear on his face and nodded. You shielded away from his gaze, knowing you’d just get probably just be no better than the first and second time you kissed him; on the verge of taking every piece of clothing so you could feel his skin against yours. You were shocked at your own thoughts, curious how this lack of control erupted, and are constantly reminded that it had been Chan’s doing as he took your hand and intertwined it with his. Neither of you thought to bring gloves, so you simply relied on the warmth of each other’s body heat.

“There’s a lake out here. We can look over it and maybe see some animals before we get dinner going and a campfire.” Chan offered.

You nodded in agreement and trod the dirt-coated surface under your feet. The weather was sunny with a chance of freezing to death, so the campfire sounded lovely in theory. His hand clasped with yours, slipping into his coat pocket. The padded material surrounded your cool skin. You wondered if that campfire was necessary anymore from the heat building up for his natural warmth.

You had been walking together sometime and you noticed a big boulder fit enough for two people. Pointing in its direction, you nudged nonverbally for you both to sit. He hummed and allowed you to lead him to a seat. Your hands still attached, he reeled you in beside him, your knees touching.

“I have a lot to say to you and with a few drinks, I think I can finally say some of it without it becoming nonsense.” You announced without looking at him.

“Okay.”

“I lied. I was mad at you then and sometimes I still am. But when I look at you, it starts to go away and maybe I don’t want it to go away. Maybe I want to stay mad at you for a little longer because I think you deserve it. But you’re also hard to stay mad at, I’ve learned. And I’m only mad at you because I genuinely think about being with you, but you probably knew about all that already.”

“I didn’t, actually. You’re harder to read than you think.” He admitted. “Thank you for telling me.”

“That’s what makes you more irritating, you know. I should hate you, but here I am with you. Thinking about you,” you meet his eyes that stared hopefully at you, “looking at you, caring about you.”

“That’s a lot of things having to do with me…I don’t know whether to be flattered or scared.” He jestered with a lighthearted smile.

“If anything I’m scared. I’m scared that I’ll start liking you too much. I’ve been at the before I don’t know whether I can fully trust you or anyone yet. Wanna hear a story?”

He nodded.

“That ex you texted. He was my first love. I really liked him. Then he realized he didn’t like me as much as I liked him and he left me alone when I thought we were at our happiest. If there’s anything that's more scary than being alone, that’s being happy and having it taken away from you. I’m scared of being happy. I was content with adequacy. Until you.”

You took a deep breath. “Are you going to do that? Are you going to take it away when I’m happy with you and I expect it the least? How long do you think you’ll be in love with me?”

Chan has yet to live another day being totally shell shocked by your innermost thoughts, pain being struck deep at his core. He didn’t know how no one could not love you that way he does. Your eyes spoke stories that way your lips did and every word you uttered with another painstakingly harsh reality you’ve once faced. He loved that about you. He loved despite the shit you’ve gone through, you were stronger than you’ve ever been and although you didn’t need it, he wanted to protect you. He wanted to offer you only the best things in life to you and would want you to never have to experience those kinds of things again.

“I’ll always love you. When I love someone, I’m meant to love them for as long as they love me, but with you I hope that you look at me like how you are right now for as long as I’m alive. That’s what was the first thing I found attractive about you; your eyes.”

“My eyes? What about them?”

“You alway look like you have more to say and things you didn’t say, I imagined what you could be saying with your eyes. Happy,

sad, angry; they look pretty no matter what mood you’re in, but they’re the prettiest when you look happy. And I want to see that everyday.”

“Good.”

You reached to cup his cheek and held your lips against his, softly pressing pressure. He closed his eyes at impact and moved along more slowly at your tempo. Your body directed towards and sighed in content at the familiar sensation you missed. The reunion was brief but nonetheless impactful as any other kiss you’ve shared.

“You hungry? Should we go back and cook that steak?” Chan said, pressing a kiss to your nose.

You groaned, “Oh my god. I forgot we bought steak. That over a skillet on an open fire sounds so heavenly right now.”

You both giddily headed back to your quarters and you were the first one to the fridge, readily grabbing the perfect cuts of meat. Chan got the fire started and you started seasoning and concocting an herb butter to grease up the skillet. Bring the ingredients out, you hand Chan a pair of heat resistant mitts to match yours. It fascinated you to cook outside for the first time. The fire rose high and you were in the constant worry of Chan hurting himself, asking him occasionally if he needed any help. He would give the same answer with a cute grin, assuring you there was nothing to worry about and luckily he was right. The steaks were cooked to a golden brown and once cut contained the medium rare pink you wanted.

“I don’t want the night to end. It needs to stay 2021 for a little longer.” You moaned with meat in your mouth.

“You realize we’ll be here even 2022. We’re sleeping at night. You know what that means?”

“S’mores?” You lit up.

“That and more truth or dare,” he teased.

“Noooo.”

“Yessss.”

Chan went on his word when he said you were playing again and it felt like the cards got progressively worse as the sun went down. There was a mess of red and blue on the bed and were met again with a red flush from chickening out on so many truths and/or dares. Chan seemed mostly fine. He was just straight up drinking no matter the truth or dare to catch up with you.

“Wear your underwear as a hat a whole turn. That’s fucked up.”

Chan let out a trail of clown laughter hearing the words as you stretched out to pick the clean undergarment from your duffle and stretched its elastic over your head. “It’s only until you do your next dare anyway, it's your turn, Chan.”

“What is the—oh my fucking god I can’t take you seriously looking at you!”

“Shut up and read!”

“Okay, okay, captain underpants. What is the most…you’ve done for sex…wow…Well, we both know the answer to that question.” He reached out for the glass but you halted him in his tracks.

“No, no, say what's the worst thing you’ve done.”

He coughed. “Well, if I had to pick one, out of all the shit I’ve done to you back then, it was probably…that cafeteria raid; your breaking point. The shittiest thing I’ve ever done to a person. All of them were bad, but that was the first time I saw your reaction to it. The moment I think I humanized you…I’m sorry.”

The cafeteria raid was one of the most humiliating moments of your life. Worse than Prom night even. It was the day Hana and her posse of clout chasers, minions, and followers all ganged on you together. Picking all the cafeteria trays they could, they would throw them at you, brushing you from head to toe, making you walk from class to class the rest of the day, stained with condiments and that day's lunch. It was why you brought your own lunch so often or met Seungcheol who brought lunch to you. You had a hard time stepping into cafeterias or cafeteria-themed restaurants until you could slowly ease out of your trauma. You couldn’t exactly remember Chan’s face that day, him not being such a significant person to you in the past, but you remembered his laugh. That precious laugh you loved was so evil then.

You felt yourself boiling for a moment until you reminded yourself that it’s all that was going to be; just one moment of your past. Things were different and you were doing well. Chan had this obvious guilt that showed on his face and you softened. Despite being the one with the panty over their head, Chan was probably the most embarrassed for his actions.

“Hey…water under the bridge, okay. It’s not fine what you or any of them did, but you have remorse and that’s what matters okay. I’ll go next.”

You left a soft stroke to his side before pulling a blue card. “Remove your bra without taking off your shirt. Again with the underwear!”

“You don’t have to do this o—”

“I’m doing it, it's not that bad, fairly easy actually.”

You pulled the panty off your head and put your arms under your shirt, slipping underneath to reach the clasp. Unhooking the metal pieces, you slipped one arm out of a strap and then the other. Quickly and efficiently, you pulled it from under your shirt, revealing a pretty lavender sheer piece with gold flowers embroidered all over. If you were being honest, you were exposing yourself a lot sooner than you thought you would in front of Chan tonight, but it was New Year’s Eve, who gives a fuck?

“I have much to learn from your skills and choice of lingerie…is it a matching set?”

You chuckled, not answering, and simply gestured to him to pick another card out.

“Figures.” He took another red card. “When do you feel the sexiest? Hmmm. That has to be after I perform a dance, but shit I haven’t danced in so long. Last time was probably when I volunteered to teach tango for my company’s fundraising event.”

“But you’re always sexy.” You blurted out.

“Oh.” He winked. “When do you think I’m the sexiest if I’m always sexy?”

“That’s not on my card so I’m not answering…Make out with someone of your choice, and don’t stop until the other gives out.” You glanced over at Chan and he was cheesing like there was no tomorrow.

You smile at him with your hand teasingly hovering over the tequila bottle but Chan came crashing down and the last words you heard before he deep dived with his tongue were, “Like hell you are.”

His arms gripped your arms as he pulled you on top of him, his back against the bed and the cards on the bed briefly launching up in the air at impact. His kiss was sloppy and overtly confident as a typical drunk is. You giggled down at him, reciprocating just as messily. Neither of you took it seriously initially, but once both held the gravity of the situation, the kiss got deeper and aggressive. You went on him slow but hard, your thighs clenching around his form as Chan’s hands grew curious underneath your shirt and remembered how you removed your bra just moments before. He traced over the smooth surfaces and some that were textured. He couldn’t feel more at home under you.

You could feel him poking at your thigh but it doesn't scare you off this time. You embraced it instead and grinded down, letting it hit the warm arousal pooling inside you. He uttered a deep groan, reaching for the help of your shirt and helping you pull it over your head and onto the side of the bed. His half-opened eyes followed the drop of your breast as gravity pulled it down into view, while you positioned yourself up. You reached down to the end of his long sleeve and helped him as he did you, exposing both your torsos, making you grin eagerly as the stiffness of your nipples hit the sensation of his cool skin when you reunited for another kiss.

His fingers wove into your hair, thoughtfully palming over an exposed breast, while you trailed down his chest, tracing down every dent and line you found on his body. You then met the top of his jeans, the same one that taunted you in Chan’s so-called ‘strip tease.’ Unbuttoning and pulling down the zipper, palming the member over the precum-stained briefs. You let out a low chuckle.

“It’s a good feeling knowing how cute you get when you’re horny.”

“Cute, huh. It's only cute because you’re the one on top of me. It wouldn’t be so cute when pounding inside you.” He growled.

“Too bad I'm in charge then.”

You slipped out of your track pants, leaving you in only the cheeky underwear that was missing its other half. Slack-jaw, Chan was left breathless. No wet dream he had of anyone would compete against how you looked so confident and determined to dominate while on top of him. You pushed your hair to the side, satisfied at his reaction. You push the hair on his forehead, slicking it back on his head as you stick your tongue out of the corner of your mouth.

“I’m going to play with you like you played with me. Is that okay, Chan?” You stroked the side of his face, a dark alluring voice lulling him to a spell of unconditional compliance.

He nodded mindlessly, only watching as you had him in your complete control.

“I’m going to need to hear it from you, baby.”

You caused a stir in the pit of his stomach as he tried responding calmly to the abrupt use of a pet name.

“I…I would really like that.”

You hummed, brushing your thumb over the bottom of his swollen lips. You scoffed. “I wouldn’t have known how soft you get and easy to control if you hadn’t been so awful to me. Maybe I would’ve really tried to steal you back then. You would’ve liked that, I imagine.”

“I think I’d do anything you’d want me to.”

“Really?” You prodded.

“Yes.”

“Then…” you drew your lips to his ear, one hand slipping past his undergarments and claiming the inflated shaft, twitching in your grasp, “I bet you’d really like it if I touched there. Your cock is huge in my hand.”

“Oh, y/n…”

“Tell me how you’d like it. My hands, my mouth, or should we just get straight into the most exciting part?” You tensed him between your fingers, urging a throaty groan.

“I want it…how ever you want it.”

“Wow, you really do want to make me happy.” You moved off from him and spread his legs apart.

You made yourself comfortable in between his firm thighs. Pulling your hair in between your thumb and index, your free hand rested on his crotch before pulling his briefs and pants down completely. You admired him in his entirety, almost In disbelief how he was all yours. You dipped your head, wrapping your lips on his top before letting him go in a slick pop. Kitten licks teasing his shaft, you took your sweet time before capturing him in your mouth, not breaking eye contact once.

Chan started biting the inside of his cheek, licking his lips as the pure vision of you going down on him. If he lacked the control, he’d love to see his cum shoot up your mouth and watch you swallow, not missing a single drop. Chan found himself taking charge most of the time in the bedroom, but it was refreshing seeing you take the initiative. Somehow he knew that you’d make things more interesting.

You unraveled him from your lips. Chan swallowed at your release, cutting himself close from the steady path of his dry orgasm. If he wasn’t enjoying himself, he’d show you what a real orgasm was, but he continued to play along.

“Have you had someone sit on your face before?”

“N-no? That actually happens?” He stuttered.

You hummed an affirmation, slipping the final piece of clothing off your body and falling to the ground. “Tell me what you think. Would you like my pussy all over that cute mouth of yours?”

“I’d love your pretty pussy on my mouth.” He responded not even a beat later.

You let out a low moan, positioning yourself to hover over his head. His fingers instinctively firmly around your thighs in a reliable grip, staring up at you with his pretty awestruck eyes. You were a lot different than he imagined you to be in bed, or maybe he gave you the motivation to act how you are now.

Your knees bent, dipping into the bed, and your wet folds delicately lowered and landed them where they belonged. Chan’s arms wrapped your legs, adjusting them to his comfort level, and ran a slick lick over your entrance. He took its shape in his mouth, savoring the foreign taste of your natural juices, and you watched his eyes gaze up at you as his mouth clenched around you to drink every drop.

You moaned deep and loudly, thrusting back and forth against his tongue as it penetrated inside you in the same tempo. “You’re good for more than your hips. Seeing as you like to talk, you’re good with your mouth too. And look so cute while doing it.”

He simply mumbled in responses, encouraged by your praises. He devoured you, plunging his tongue deeper inside, accustomed to the weight. It was intoxicating how sensational it felt. A new form of pleasure he’s neglected all this time and now can’t get enough of. It was perhaps the combination of watching the pleasure unfold and the new exciting power dynamics you introduced to him.

It had to eventually end and it did once you patted his arms to let you go. When he unlatched your thighs, you lay sprawled in his bed. Your eyes fluttered from the lingering sensation and you found yourself panting. Chan crawled on top of you, a blatant smile on his face. “Tired already? You done with me already?”

“You wish, I’m just getting started.” You took the back of his head and crashed against his lips, mixing the remnants of favors in each other mouths.

Chan was in bliss. He took you in his arms had you straddling his lap. His shaft pressed against your torso, aching to familiarize with your wall and mold it in his shape. You hooked his chin with your hand, reminding him how things were going to go tonight. “You’re still my plaything. And don’t worry, I won't inflict any real pain.”

“Then, is there anything else I can do for you?” He grinned.

“Maybe we can try another new thing, that is if baby is up for it?”

“What can baby do for you?”

He adapted well to his role truly embracing being handled instead of doing the handling. You took his hands and pinned them against the bed. Your body lined up with your arousal against his pulsing cock. “You’re going to watch me get off using your cock. It just won't be inside me.

Bunching his hands above his head, you utilized his cock and teased the tip with your entrance, wetting his swollen skin.

“Y/n.” He groaned. “Please.”

“Did I say you could call me by my name? You think a little fuckthing like you can even utter me by name? You know you don’t deserve it.” Your nails dug into his palms.

He softly winced, pleasantly surprised at such a dirty statement to leave your lips. “I’m sorry.”

“Fuckthings don’t talk, do they?”

He shook his head.

“Then I suggest you’re quiet until I ask you something.”

He nodded his head.

“Open your mouth for me.”

He obeyed your command and you ran your mouth over him harshly until his swollen lips bruised a beautiful red. You jutted him to your face, your thumb and index poking his cheeks until his tongue stuck out plainly in a hungry daze. You took the opportunity to develop a pool of saliva in your mouth and dropped it on the center of his tongue as Chan willingly took it. You forced his mouth closed, deadpan as you told him a simple command. “Swallow.”

He made a show of it, lifting up his chin to showcase his Adam's apple shift and then sticking his tongue back out with pride in his eyes.

“God, you’re so cute,” you muttered.

You proceeded to move his shaft against your folds, feeling yourself get wetter the longer you’re at it. Chan took soft breaths, his heart pounding at the slightest contact, but craved more. You were being so unfair, but maybe this was what he deserved. This was his ‘just desserts’ and perhaps he was starting to like it. All your attention was on him after all.

You positioned a breast over his mouth and he lapped it up like candy. You let go of his hands and he was able to hold them in his palms, massaging one as he teased the other. You bit your lips at the multitude of pleasure, yet it didn’t feel enough. You settled over his erect shaft and you both held on to the sensation of exploring each other's bodies. Chan sighed in relief, but his relief turned to immense gratification as you rocked slowly against him, your clit rubbed harshly against his crotch.

“What happened to not going inside you?” He asked, still fondling you.

“You’re too cute to not have your cock in me.”

He exhaled. “I-I like this version of you, it’s scary, but I like it.”

You softly smile at him, before pulling his hair making his grunt. “Then you’ll really like me fucking you until you’re cumming deep in pussy until you forget your own name.”

“Promise?” He giggled.

You bounced hard on his lap, his hands taking hold of your hips, and skin slapping were the only clear sounds you could hear. Both your moans ran like a marathon as your nails clawed down his chest and his fingers dug deep into the flesh of your ass. One of your hands stopped at your clit, rubbing between your already damp fingers as you got yourself off. You could feel yourself twitching on top of him, feeling your orgasm close.

“I can’t take this anymore.” He shifted on top of the bed and used his advantage to flip you on your side.

“Chan!” You squealed.

One of your legs laid underneath him as the other was lifted in the air and against his chest. He lined himself up to you before plunging inside you without warning, and your eyes rolled back into your skull. His arms stroked against your sweaty sides and brought himself up to a steady pace, adjusting to your walls and loving how he got to see you squirm for the first time tonight.

“Baby’s not so cute anymore, is he? Did you have fun playing with Daddy’s cock when you had him defenseless?” He teased with a determined grin.

“I..s-sure…d-did.” You giggled, his cock still rocking in your core.

“Well, daddy’s taking care of you now.”

With his finger on your clit replacing yours, his cock squared up at your g-spot in little to no time. You burst in manic laughter, only feeling your intoxicated state grow as he clenched possessively on your body. You gave in to his dominance and allowed his control over your body, loving every second of it. “D-daddy’s…c-cock feels…s-so good in me…P-please don’t…s-stop.”

“Are you done being a brat? You think you can take daddy’s cock faster?”

“Y-y-yes…p-p-please…d-daddy.”

When you didn’t think he could go any faster, he cranked it up a notch. You concluded that his stamina was unmatched when felt his cock drove into you like a jackhammer into concrete. You felt like putty in his hands and he was ramming into until he was sure he was fucking you stupid. You were beginning to lose all sense of time, space, and even forgot where you were, only focused on the sounds and pleasure of his fat cock pushing in and out of you until you reached your first orgasm of the night.

You say first since it didn’t stop there, no matter how many times you told him how much you’ve already came, his only response was, “you said you’d made me cum until I forget my own name. I guess you’re going to have to cum a few more times to make that happen.”

You lost track of the time you spent, sensitive everywhere on your body, he fucked you until you were raw and swollen and you seemed to like it that way since your orgasm only prolonged since then, leaving you at an insistent wave of pleasure. Chan reached his peak after your third burst of pleasure that he came inside you and not stopping his thrusts until he ensured that his cum was as he called it, “well spent inside you.”

You deposited your bodies against the cushions on the bed in the dark because the sun has long gone down and neither of you thought of the bright idea of turning on the lights when you were fucking each other senseless. Your eyes relied on the lights stars in the sky and the solar-powered outdoor lamps thoroughly distributed on the woodland area that peaked from your widescreen windows. You glanced at Chan through the corner of your eye and he just stared up at the ceiling, tired and panting, until his expression twisted up in disbelief in processing the events of tonight.

“I can’t believe you spit in my mouth.”

You let out a little chortle, reaching up to move his sweaty strands of hair from his face. “And you did such a good job complying too.”

“You’re so lucky, I’m exhausted right now to fuck you against that window right now, little brat.”

“You’re the brat.” You retorted, crawling back on top of him, only having his arms snaked around your body.

“So this is gonna be our dynamic huh, some kind of weird power play? Okay, I don’t mind it. Where did you learn to do all that anyway?”

You lovingly gazed down on him. “Do you think this is my first rodeo or something? I know a thing or two about being the one on top. It's fun seeing you all whiny.”

“Evil bitch.” He chuckled.

“Whiny fuckthing…God, I love you.”

His stare shifted. “Y-you, love me?”

You caressed the side of his face, “Of course, I love you.”

Your body lifted up from the bed and you guided his body to do the same. You grabbed the sheets from your bed and covered your bare bodies. You started by placing it over his shoulders, his eyes big and wide like saucers as his happiness obvious as is.

“You really are like a baby,” You remarked, wrapping the blanket now around you as you held him, your chest against his. “Daddy my ass.”

He squeezed you in his grasp, smiling from ear to ear, his cheek landing on the top of your head. “You love me.”

You returned his smile.“Yeah, I do. A lot.”

Someone’s phone went off on the kitchen counter and Chan realized the sound to be his. He grabbed it and stared back at the display words he’d read back to you with love in his eyes, pressing a long kiss to your lips. “Happy New year.”

“Happy New year.”

[orionsangel86]

SPN Conspiracies - Applying Logic to Chaos

Its been over 2 months now since the Supernatural finale aired. I am still so angry, hurt, and confused by it and I don’t think I will ever get closure unless someone like Andrew Dabb, or Jensen Ackles, actually opens up and gives us an explanation that makes sense.

What annoys me most right now is people trying to gaslight fans into believing that we should accept the narrative we have been given at face value: That the finale was always planned to be that way, that Destiel was never on the cards, that there was no Network interference, that the only changes made were due to covid and were minor at best.

This harmful gaslighting is FALSE.

NO ONE KNOWS THE TRUTH OF WHAT HAPPENED.

Look, I don’t agree with some of the crazier conspiracy theories. I don’t believe that there was some huge campaign among the CW Network execs to remove anything remotely gay out of homophobia. I don’t believe that the finale was changed because of some desire to make it into a Walker promo. I don’t believe that the finale was really bad on purpose in protest by Dabb for not getting to do an ending he truly wanted. I don’t believe that Dabb left us smart fans a bunch of secret messages in the finale to hint that he was on our side all along and that everything was fake.

I do, however, believe that all of these conspiracy theories have some elements in them that are plausible. At least, more plausible than the bullshit narrative mentioned above that some people are pushing in some desperate attempt to defend the Network (which imo is really strange behaviour anyway - why would anyone care about a TV network with a history of terrible behaviour?!?)

We have facts, based on information provided before the covid lockdown, which for some reason, people like Misha have since backpeddled on. So let me try to outline some of the information that makes no sense.

Below the cut I go on a deep dive into the conspiracies and statements I have heard about the SPN finale and try to make some sense of this whole fucked up situation. It gets long.

1. “Cas was never gonna be in the finale”.

False: We have many fan accounts of Misha confirming that he was filming the finale. We have video evidence of Misha confirming he was going back to film the finale after the lockdown. We have confirmation from fans in Misha M&Gs from March that he had about 5 days of filming left.

We also had fan accounts of discussions with Alex Calvert (I think) where he confirmed the final shot of the final episode was all four of them though I would LOVE if someone can find a source for this.

2. Okay, Misha was gonna be in the finale, but only as Jimmy Novak

False: I heavily side eyed Misha when he said this. But I think I can come up with a plausible explanation for it. Per above, Misha was supposed to film for 5 days. This does not align with the half a day he described of filming as Jimmy Novak. My own belief is that after Cas was cut from the finale (for whatever reason we don’t know) someone (probably Jensen Ackles) put up a fight and complained that Misha should be there for the final episode. The writers probably tried to come up with a way to bring Misha back without having to deal with Cas, and pitched the idea of Jimmy Novak being in Heaven. Misha, obviously annoyed about this, turned this stupid pitch down.

3. Destiel was never a thing, never planned, never part of Dabb’s ending. Bobo and Misha pushing the confession was the part of the season that was Wrong.

False: We have a SPN writer on record saying that Castiel’s confession was the first thing written for Season 15 when the writers returned to the writers room. If it wasn’t planned, why was it the first thing written, why does it align so well with the rest of season 15? Look I know some people either a. hate destiel and refuse to see it even if it slaps them in the face, or b. have major heteronormative goggles on, or c. are just homophobes in denial, but 15x18 fits in perfectly with the narrative of season 15. Everything Cas says, everything that happened in that scene was so in character it just works. It fit. If you just rewatch the season whilst applying some critical thinking skills and pay attention to the narrative and character arcs, trust me, the confession fits in with pretty much every other plot point, and character story in the season.

Also: We have known for a while that the network did market research into Destiel, wanting to know if it would go down well or not. They were well aware of its popularity and considering it. Where would this have come from if not pitched by the showrunner? Dabb must have at least been considering it. If you take all of Dabb era into consideration, starting with mid season 11, all the way through the season 12 build up, season 13 grief arc, and then Bobo’s Destiel break up arc in late season 14, early season 15, it is clear that there was some toing and froing on the issue of Destiel, but ultimately, I still believe that Dabb was on board. He wrote 13x01 for christs sake. No way he wasn’t taking it seriously.

 4. It’s always been about the brothers. The finale just stays true to what Supernatural is all about.

*rubs temples* Fundamentally FALSE: The show has time and again reasserted the message of “Family don’t end with blood”, as well as the messages of AKF and YANA. Sam and Dean may be at the heart of the show, but a heart can’t exist without a body to support it. Without bones, and lungs, and blood, and muscles, and a BRAIN. The finale abandons the shows core messages. It forces the characters back into their season 1 characterisations and the whole thing becomes hollow and souless. But I’m not here to complain, I’m here to lay down the facts. Dean’s heaven was supposed to be surrounded by loved ones right? We know OG Charlie Bradbury was gonna be in his Heaven, we also know CAS was gonna be in there. So this idea that the finale as it currently stands was how it was meant to be is wrong. Dean was supposed to die and reunite with his found family and loved ones. This alone would have been a far better ending than the one given. Do I think this was solely a covid issue? Fuck no.

The randoms that WERE in the finale are proof alone that they could have got people in and quarantined. We also have several actors on record saying that they WOULD have quarantined for the finale had they been asked to return but they WEREN’T.

Lies have been told. Samantha Ferris and Chad Limberg have confirmed that we have been lied to about the original plans for the finale.

This alone is proof enough that there is more plausibility in some of the conspiracy theories than any bullshit narrative some people are pushing in defence of the barbaric mess of a finale we were given.

So lets address some of the conspiracy theories now:

Conspiracy No.1: The CW Network reviewed Supernatural during the covid break, and due to homophobia, refused any Destiel arc that wasn’t already filmed, shut down any potential reciprocation from Dean, and forced Dabb to change his finale.

I don’t think this is entirely what happened. But I do think it is very strange how there is a such a huge disconnect particularly in Dean’s characterisations between what had come before the lockdown, and what came after. The one fact we have here, and please someone provide a source if you can find it because I know there is one, the finale script was still going through changes up to only 2 weeks before it was filmed. We know that there was some weird editing in 15x18 (which was still in post and uncompleted before lockdown) and we know from Jensen’s own mouth that there was more to the confession scene on Dean’s side that was cut. We also know that this isn’t the first time that Destiel heavy moments have been changed in post - the prayer scene is another big scene that went through a lot of changes and Bobo fought to have his script play out the way he wanted it.

There are certain things that in my own opinions, are basically true of SPN which I have put together from years of keeping one eye on the writers room, the network, and all the various comments made. My opinion is this:

The writers room has always been split on Destiel. Some writers heavily supported making it canon, others did not care, or were against it.

The Network considered it over the course of several years, did market research, green lit it, then changed their minds, possibly several times over the course of Dabb’s era. Destiel was pitched to the Network early in Dabb era.

The crew on set were also split. Some people heavily supported it, and worked to assist the reading, whereas others did not care/did not support it. The same can be said for the editing room.

Bob Singer supported the subtextual homoeroticism, but never supported bringing it into text (this is an opinion, but I think it aligns with everything we know about him.) IMO Bob Singer also supported subtextual homoeroticism between Sam and Dean - the guy is gross is what I’m saying. He isn’t exactly a progressive person.

Fun fact - a while back our old enemy Sera Gamble went on a Twitter rant about writers rooms and the ways a script goes through changes. I don’t think this was in relation to the SPN finale wank but she basically inadvertantly confirmed that the Network can step in and make sweeping changes to a script if they want to and if they decide they don’t like the direction of a story. Sera Gamble confirmed this as a fact.

Now. I’m not saying that this is what the CW did with Destiel. I just think its very strange how pre lockdown, the last thing filmed is a heartfelt homosexual declaration of love between Dean and Cas, and we have a finale script that Misha had not seen, but knew that he was meant to film as Castiel for 5 days (5 days on set is over half of an episode as far as I know). Then all of a sudden, Covid happens, and Cas is cut from the finale completely, a desperate attempt to bring Misha back only as Jimmy Novak takes place, which Misha rightly refuses, leading to a finale which makes zero sense narratively and appears in every way completely and utterly butchered.

The only explanation provided by anyone involved is that Covid meant changes had to happen - but that covid didn’t change the actual story at all.

But this makes no sense because we know that Cas was cut from the finale. This is FACT. Do not let anyone gaslight you into thinking otherwise. Misha was preparing to quaranting to return to set as Cas post Covid, so whatever happened to cut Cas from the finale, it wasn’t Covid.

I’m gonna have to Occum’s Razor this and say that the most logical explanation here is the one that is most likely true. Someone got cold feet with the Destiel story, and to prevent any possible interpretation that included Dean reciprocating, any hints of Destiel were removed from the finale script, including Castiel’s whole appearance.

Now, this isn’t me saying I think that Dabb’s original finale was full of Destiel love confessions and a homosexual kiss or whatever, but I am asking you all to really think about it and ask yourselves WHY Cas would have been totally cut from an episode he was supposed to be in at LEAST half of? 

We will probably never know the real reason Cas was cut, but he WAS cut. I’m not saying it was all homophobia, but some fuckery went down.

Conspiracy No. 2: The CW Network changed the finale to make it into a Walker promo because they only cared about raising up Jared and not Jensen and Misha as they were losing them anyway.

I don’t agree with this in terms of the finale being butchered solely to make it into a Walker promo. There are however moments in the finale that are clearly supposed to be Walker Easter Eggs and added to excite fans of Jared/Sam in particular such as Sam’s gratuitous and unnecessary topless scene, as well as the call on the “case in Austin”.

I will take this moment to say something pretty damn controversial though.

*Deep breath*

The fact is, Dean Winchester has been the “lead” character of Supernatural’s narrative for years now, with Sam often being sidelined and not given great storylines himself. Even in Season 15, right up until the finale, I myself felt bad for Sam sometimes because so much of this show has become all about Dean. Jensen Ackles is clearly the better actor when it comes to emotional story arcs, so the emotional heart of the story has most often leant on him.

So you can understand my confusion, when this is turned on its head in the final episode, to make Sam carry all the emotional weight, and have the most lines/screentime, and story resolution (even if his story resolution was just as crappy as Dean’s).

If we pretend that Destiel is not a thing, and ignore Cas’s confession, the story change in the finale from Dean focus to Sam focus is still rather suspicious. Again, I’m not saying I completely approve of or agree to the conspiracy theory that Walker influenced the butchering of the script, but I can believe that perhaps a note went down from the CW to someone like Bob Singer, to emphasise Sam/Jared more than they perhaps would normally, because the CW wanted to shine the spotlight on Jared to raise excitement for Walker.

I can also believe this note might have said something like “we wanna cater to fans of Sam/Jared the most - don’t do anything to piss them off.” but now I am getting into my own conspiracy theories so by all means dismiss this as me being bitter.

Conspiracy No.3: Dabb purposely made it bad, as a secret message to Destiel fans that he had been silenced, by layering meta clues into the episode that he knew fans would notice.

I doubt this one is true. Though some of the theories are quite compelling. The old vampire silent movie theory for instance starts off quite well, but loses me the moment it brings up Urban Dictionary slang.

Sometimes I have just had to accept that Supernatural is a bad show that is sometimes accidentally a masterpiece. However, some writers really did go That Deep with their stories - anything by Ben Edlund or Steve Yockey for instance, their episodes are meta masterpieces with a hundred different layers of beautiful subtextual storytelling and are a joy to analyse. Bobo Berens has certainly done some A+++ work especially now we KNOW that he was working hard all this time to bring Destiel to canon text (so any analysis of Destiel in the subtext in his episodes is very accurate). There have been many other key elements analysed over the years which have been confirmed true. Cas’s death in Season 12, Dean’s time as a demon in season 10, Season 11 ending in unity of dark and light, these were all plot points predicted by meta writers just by analysing the narrative. Sometimes the writers really have been very smart and they do add things to the show to aid us in our meta.

Richard Speight Jr for instance, confirmed that SPN has a visual library that the production team use to give clues and hints in the narrative. Pizza, for example, always means a lie has been told. Whenever Pizza is being eaten or even just mentioned on screen, there is dishonesty in that particular moment.

The beers also have a very specific message and the one thing I can’t let go about the finale, was that Dean was drinking El Sol beer. The beer his dad gave him, that was terrible.

El Sol has been used in the show to indicate something being wrong, a fake reality, or another lie, for the longest time. It is the beer of deception.

The fact that in the final episode of this entire show, Dean is in Heaven, supposedly at peace, and then he gets handed an El Sol beer to drink? Thats a HUGE red flag for any meta writer watching who can read SPNs visual library.

If they had given him the Margiekugel beer of family then it would make sense. Dean is in Heaven, with Bobby, his family, at peace. Margiekugel should have been the beer of choice. But nope. El Sol. Something is wrong.

I don’t know if it was Dabb, or Singer, or some disgruntled ADs and crew members who added these elements into the finale, but their very presence confirms some message of Wrongness.

I could go into a huge rant about Vampire Mimes not making sense and the very glaringly obvious symbolism of cutting out peoples tongues too, but that is high school level film analysis. It’s obvious. It means to silence someone. There is validity in interpreting this as Dabb saying he was silenced. I don’t know how true it is, but i can’t 100% dismiss it, because as I said, this is high school analysis levels of obvious subtextual storytelling.

So in summary, whilst I don’t think that Dabb intentionally went out of his way to sabotage his own script, and leave a breadtrail of secret messages for savvy fans to put together to confirm that he was silenced by an evil network into not getting what he wanted... I do think that there is validity in questioning these odd choices for the finale. Cutting out tongues? Vampire Mimes? El Sol beer?

The evidence is somewhat compelling is all I’m saying. I don’t believe the full conspiracy theories, but as I have said many times before, some fuckery went down.

So What Do I Believe?

That some fuckery went down and whatever company line they are pushing is bullshit.

I believe that the original script included Cas (since thats fact). I believe that the original script probably always had Dean dying on a vampire hunt (due to Jensen’s issues with it and in particular, his sarcastic comments about vampires in the past year or so which in hindsight are hilarious and prove he never really came to terms with Dean’s idiotic death). I believe Dabb’s original script was some less crappy version of what we got, which potentially included showing Jack rescuing Cas from the Empty and resolving the outstanding Empty plot points (potentially this was actually a 15x19 plot since Mark P commented that his final scenes were supposed to be with Jack and Cas), had Cas reunite with Dean in Heaven and had them have a discussion about Cas’s confession. I believe that there was probably a lot of back and forth over how to handle that with some people wanting Dean to obviously reciprocate and others believing they should keep it ambiguous. I believe that Dean and Cas would have reunited with Charlie Bradbury, and Bobby Singer, and possibly others (though if this was the case it must have been very early on since no one ever looped in Sam Ferris, Chad Linberg or any other Roadhouse people).

I believe that Sam’s ending probably didn’t change much, but I do feel that initially they were planning on him ending up with Eileen, because it is the only thing that narratively makes sense. Cutting Eileen and giving him a blurry wife is something I won’t ever understand and Jared’s bullshit explanations are quite clearly pulled out of his ass to appease bronly types. I believe the reunion on the bridge would have included Cas and Jack, with a final shot of all four of them together, at peace (as this aligns with Alex’s comments from around a year or so ago that the final shot was all four of them). (I also am not sure it was always supposed to be on a bridge since the foreshadowing in an earlier episode showed Dean, Cas and Sam all in the Roadhouse together).

I believe that script went through countless changes and redrafts, and not even production people or the types that some fandom people claim as their “sources” would even have seen those early scripts, since even Misha never saw it. I believe that these rumours of Dabb never having Cas in his finale and ignoring all Destiel elements likely come from people who only saw later versions, weren’t party to network discussions and felt bitter about the final scripts they did see (being the crappy butchered one that was ultimately filmed). Those “sources” are now spreading rumours to discredit Dabb.

I obviously believe Dabb is a weak ass pushover who either didn’t care enough to fight back, or gave up since he’s been stuck with fucking Bob Singer on his back for years, but I will NEVER believe he didn’t care about the DeanCas love story, because he has been one of the few writers who has championed for it for years. You can’t look back at Dabb’s episodes in earlier seasons and claim he didn’t care. Dabb was a writer whose creative ideas were beaten out of him by an unforgiving Network only concerned about where their future money was coming from. Do I think he gave up too easily? Yes. But I also have one other huge reason for not believing the bullshit about Dabb being this anti-Destiel villain.

Bobo. Because if Bobo truly believed Dabb was gonna fuck that up at the end, I don’t think he would have given us Cas’s love confession to begin with. If he had known it was gonna end like that, I think he would have reconsidered, because had Cas not confessed his love, I don’t think he would have been cut from the finale. Bobo - a gay man, would not have wanted such a horrible message for queer fans being put across in the show he worked so hard on. He started writing that confession scene the day they returned to the writers room. Dabb would have been there, would have seen what he was writing, probably discussed it with him, after all, other episodes were written with the confession in mind. No way was Dabb planning to fuck up the ending knowing what Bobo was giving us. Nope.

Something went very wrong over lockdown. Someone, somewhere up the chain of power caught wind of the confession scene in 15x18, realised that it demanded a resolution which would make Dean Winchester, their protagonist, queer, and pulled the plug. I believe this did not come from a place of homophobia, but of bad business sense.

The CW is constantly trying to win the approval and attention of the one demo group that they seem to fail at getting the most: young straight men. Supernatural was one of their only remaining shows that appeals to young straight men, and Dean Winchester is more often than not the fave character of those young straight men who project onto him. Making Dean Winchester, established Han Solo of Supernatural, queer and in love with his best friend in the finale would have come across as a betrayal to those young straight men. The CW probably feared they would lose that demo group for good, and with a show like Walker starting soon with Jared at the helm, they couldn’t take the risk.

Hence there was probably a whole bunch of back and forth script redrafts with the Network, with Dabb and Singer fighting to make a finale that would appeal to everyone. There was most likely no way that they could bring Cas back without addressing what had already been filmed, because any resolution of that plot would either a. make Dean queer, or b. address it awkwardly by having Dean reject Cas (this storyline would probably have been slammed by critics worse than the finale because it meant addressing it. It might have got the attention of LGBTQ activist groups and caused a bigger shitstorm than what we got). The best option was therefore C. Bury it and Cas, pretend it never happened. Never address it again and distract Dean with other things. Hope that Destiel fans will accept no answer from Dean as ambiguous enough to imagine a future reunion rather than shutting it down with a rejection, and still keep hold of the blissfully ignorant heteronormative straight boys so they can carry over to Walker when it starts.

I also believe (controversially probably) that there was concern that any resolution of Dean and Cas would have overshadowed network darling Jared Padalecki. If Dean and Cas had come together in the finale, with a very clearly textual homosexual reunion, then that would have been all anyone talked about. The reviewers, the critics, the audience, everyone. It would have been nothing but Dean and Cas (and look, if they did think this, they were right, Destiel trending over the US ELECTION.)

So what is the network to do, when they are losing the two stars who would get the most attention from this storyline? The one star they were holding on to and getting his own show, relegated to third place in the finale of the show where he was first on the call sheet? Nope. That’s pretty unacceptable. Even without Walker I can imagine people at all levels side eyeing the Destiel thing over the years. This IS a show about two brothers, and their relationship should be the core relationship, we can’t have one brother pushed aside in the finale to make way for a queer relationship that will get all the attention instead. It was never gonna get approved for this reason ALONE.

At the end of the day, if I look at it from a business perspective, it makes far more sense that the CW shut down Destiel, rather than “oh Dabb never cared and ruined it because he’s an idiot.” The writers cared, and had built on that story over years. But their mistake was leaving any Destiel resolution to the finale. If they had instead gone and got Dean and Cas together in early season 15, then they could have ended it in a way that satisfied everyone. Destiel wouldn’t have threatened pulling focus away from Sam and Dean, and the show could have gone out on a high.

When I lay out all the conspiracy theories, and line them up next to the cold hard facts, the conspiracy theories in some way or another, make more sense. To believe the company line, the narrative we have been fed, is to ignore your own eyes, ears, and memories pre March 2020.

All I’m asking people to do is take a look at the show, the narrative presented in the show, and the information presented above. I’m not telling you to believe what I’ve written here, half of which is just my own opinion. I’m asking you to ask yourselves if it makes sense to you. Because it sure as hell doesn’t make sense to me. I don’t think I’ll ever be satisfied.

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The Sister’s Return

Summary: (Y/N) has reunited with her family with Dream’s looming threat...

Pairings: SBI x Sister! Reader

Warnings: Minor Fight scene, mentions of blood, mentions of past manipulation and present manipulation

A/N: This is a part two to The Sister’s Happiness

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        (Y/N) hesitated outside the tundra home as Techno went up to the house first.

        “You promise he’s not mad?” (Y/N) whispered to Tommy.

        “He…was mad for a while,” Tommy admitted. “We all were. It took us all a little while after…what he did to me to forgive you.”

        A crow swooped into the window as Techno looked at the younger pair as Ghostbur hummed floating into the house.

        “Phil! We found little note!” Ghostbur announced, making (Y/N) wince hearing her brother’s old nickname for her.

        “Play the song again please Wilbur?” The twelve-year-old girl begged as Wilbur looked down at his guitar.

        “Mmh, only if you sing it with me. My throat’s getting tired.”

        It was a lie. He just liked singing with his less annoying youngest sibling.

        “Ok.”

        “Here we go little note.” He smiled, giving a small strum to his guitar.

        “Even if he was mad, you can’t hide now.” Tommy huffed, following after.

        (Y/N) looked down at Fran, who had followed them all the way, before walking up to the house with shaky legs. Before she even got to the door, Phil came out, a soft smile on his face.

        “You’re ok.” Phil laughed quietly before coming over and taking her shoulders gently as she froze. “I’m so sorry angel. I-I should have been there and I’m sorry.”

        “Daddy’s girl.” Tommy mocked from the top of the stairs.

        He really hadn’t changed after everything.

        “It’s ok Phil, I should be saying sorry, I—”

        “No, it’s alright. Let’s get you inside.” Phil told her, looking around the area before putting a hand on her shoulder.

        He led her in now, Fran trotting in behind them. Once the door closed, (Y/N) had a feeling she hadn’t felt since she had been with…Dream. She…felt at home…

        Ghostbur floated as he hummed, taking some potions off a brewing stand as Techno rested his axe on the wall next to the door as he went to stop Tommy, who was already digging through his chests. Phil went to help with potion brewing as (Y/N) stood there.

        She felt like a stranger though.

        “Just because I’m letting you back in my house, does not mean you can dig through my things.” Techno scolded Tommy as he pulled him away.

        “Come on blade. If I’m going to help, I need some gear.”

        “You have your own gear and Dream’s gear!”

        “Technically Tubbo has half his gear!” Tommy pointed at him.

        “Come on Techno, don’t you want to help your favorite siblings?” (Y/N) grinned motioning to a sixteen-year-old Tommy, who put an arm around her.

        “Yeah, big man! Just a few things for the poor?” Tommy motioned to a fifteen-year-old (Y/N).

        Techno rolled his eyes at his siblings' shared mischievous grins. He knew he should have hung out with (Y/N) more, Tommy had been too much of an influence on her.

        “You think there will be a fight?” (Y/N) asked, everyone, looking at her.

        “Yes.” Phil nodded. “I got a message that…he wasn’t very happy you were moving on without him around.”

        “You can say his name. It doesn’t affect me as much anymore.” (Y/N) told him quietly.

        “Good because Dream is a bastard and we’re going to beat him again.” Tommy cheered. “The Sleepy Bois and their little sister are back!”

        (Y/N) smiled lightly and Tommy froze slightly, surprised by the smile. “Yeah, we are back.”

        Tommy stood there before grinning as he came over, throwing an arm around her shoulders.

        “Yeah! Look out bitches!”

        “Fucking pricks.” (Y/N) followed suit.

        “We’ll show them who’s the best!”

        “And have whatever we want!”

        (Y/N) actually gave a laugh after they recited the bit they always use to do. Tommy was grinning widely. He had missed his sister.

        “Fuck yeah!” He punched the air.

        “Alright you little bastards, get your gear somewhere you can get to it quickly,” Techno told them.

        “I got an ender chest in my old room, come on.” Tommy let go of (Y/N) before sliding down the ladder.

        She followed after him, Fran making home next to the fireplace.

        “We’re not going to actually make (Y/N) fight with us, are we?” Phil asked, not wanting his youngest to be around the masked man again.

        “No. Ghostbur,” Techno said, the ghost zoning back into the conversation.

        “Yes, Technoblade?” Ghostbur smiled.

        “Why don’t you tell (Y/N) what you remember? She hasn’t seen you in a while.”

        “Oh yes! That’s a very good idea Technoblade!” He nodded before following after the younger pair.

        “You got crows scouting?” Techno asked.

        “I’m not idiot Techno.” Phil gave a joking scoff. “I’ve been doing this longer than you.”

        “Good. Then let’s get ready.”

        (Y/N) raised an eyebrow around the odd room as Tommy went to the ender chest, pulling out a few pieces of gear.

        “So, this is where you went when you went missing.” (Y/N) muttered.

        Tommy paused, gripping the edge of the chest lightly. “Please don’t talk about that.”

        “Oh shit.” She put her hands over her mouth. “I’m sorry Tommy. I—Shit.”

        “It’s fine, you didn’t do anything during that time it was all Dream,” Tommy said, putting his armor and weapons on his bed. “We just need to be able to read each other again too I suppose.”

        “Well…after everything you still seem like you so I don’t think that will be too hard.” (Y/N) tried to lighten the tone.

        “I’ve changed a lot! I’m a bigger man.” Tommy crossed his arms at his sister.

        “Sure.” She teased.

        “Alright, listen here you prick.” Tommy started until Ghostbur floated down.

        “(Y/N)! We haven’t talked in so long, we should talk.” Ghostbur said to her excitedly.

        “I uh. Sure. If you want to Ghostbur, I just…” She looked at Tommy’s gear. “We got a thing to possibly do.”

        “Well, if it’s only possible we have some time.” Ghostbur grinned as he took her hand, making her shiver at the cold contact.

        “Oi. Ghostbur, let her get her things first.” Tommy told off the ghost.

        “Oh, ok. Get your things.”

        (Y/N) went into the ender chest, taking out her armor, bow, and sword.

        “Is that your old bow?” Tommy looked at it surprised.

        “Yeah…I put a mending enchant on it before we got your discs back.” (Y/N) grinned. “So, it’s still in action.”

        “…I think it will be perfect for fighting Dream with again.”

        She paused before nodding; the grin still wide on her face. “I think so too. We’ll fuck up his shit again.”

        Tommy nodded, deep in thought for a minute.

        “Hey, Ghostbur, wait up there for her, she’ll be there in a minute,” Tommy told the ghost.

        “Ok!”

        He floated up the ladder again and Tommy shifted awkwardly for a moment.

        “Did you…did you like doing all that stuff with him?”

        (Y/N) gripped onto the bow, taking a shaky breath.

        “I thought I did. I told myself I did…but every time I saw your face…I hated it. But he told me…he told me it was for the better and I believed him.”

        “We’re what’s best for you because you’re our family, and don’t forget it, alright prick?” Tommy crossed his arms, looking away.

        “Thanks, Tommy.” She smiled lightly. “I won’t.”

        She went to leave but he stopped her again.

        “Hey, if you…want to talk about it too, I get it,” Tommy said quietly.

        “I’ll keep that in mind.” She nodded.

        Then she finally went up the ladder, Tommy passing through the room quickly to go to the main room, and Ghostbur held out a piece of blue to her the second she got up.

        “Oh, uh, thank you.” She took it.

        “There’s so much to talk about! Techno said we should talk about what I remember. I remember a few things about you!” He grinned, clapping his hands together. “You use to sing music for me and I wouldn’t make fun of you for being a child because you could be really mature.”

        “Oh…you don’t remember a lot of things?” She asked, sitting.

        “No, but that’s ok. I remember a lot of happy things!”

        “So…you don’t remember Dream and me?”

        “Mmh, I remember thinking about how nice it was to see you next to Dream when we were making L’Manberg, even though I thought about how unhappy you looked.”

        (Y/N) stared at the wall as she stood to the back of the group. Wilbur was at the top, looking down at her in shock and she looked away.

        “I would like to know though Dream, how you managed to get my little sister on your side.”

        “She saw past your stupidity.” Dream answered simply.

        He’ll just use you for power.

        Dream’s voice echoed in her head, making her jaw clench.

        “Alivebur didn’t think you and Dream were very good friends. He often scolded Tommy if he brought it up.” Ghostbur hummed, before whispering to her. “Dream is a bit of a bad guy.”

        “Yeah…yeah, he is Ghostbur. That’s why me and him aren’t friends.”

        “Oh, that’s a shame, but now you can hang out with us again!”

        (Y/N) thought about the times she had caught Wilbur’s glare across a battlefield or simply across the open area. She had thought he hated him but had he suspected something was wrong?

        …

        “She’s a bitch now! Fuck her!” Tommy shouted at Wilbur.

        “Don’t say that about her Tommy.” Wilbur snapped. “She…looks so unhappy. Dream holds too much power, we can’t get to her easy, we need to figure something out to get to her.”

        …

        “What the hell did you guys let happen to (Y/N)?” Techno motioned to above the ravine where Pogtopia was stationed.

        They had just run and his own little sister had just tried to hunt them down with the rest of the mob of Manberg citizens. Her downfall though was Techno had taught her himself. Yet, there was just such a cold look in her eyes…

        “She did it to herself.” Tommy scoffed.

        “I don’t know, I haven’t been able to talk to her in a few years. I can’t get her alone no matter what I tried, that’s not the problem right now.” Wilbur paced.

        Techno thought it was a huge fucking problem though and decided he needed to figure out what was going on, on his own.

        …

        Techno heard the crow before it flew through the window. It gave a flap of its wings to Phil and Phil nodded, looking outside.

        “He’s close by.”

        The pair had managed to get (Y/N) alone and they had seen through the façade when they talked to her and tried to subtly get it out of her. They thought they could get another chance when she left but then Butcher Gang came and Dream visited Techno’s home.

        Sure, they had been mad about her betraying their trust by telling people where Techno’s home was but when Tommy came to them, they weren’t mad for long. They were the first to understand what must have happened to her as well.

        Phil put on his last bit of armor as Tommy came up to them, paling slightly.

        “He’s here already?”

        “He’s close.” Techno nodded. “Get ready, we’re not taking (Y/N).”

        Tommy hesitated but nodded. He didn’t want Dream near his sister again. As the young boy put all his gear on, Techno picked up his axe with his crossbow on his back and Phil grabbed his own bow. He managed his gear on when Techno saw Dream walking through the snow.

        “Let’s go.” Techno nodded.

        The three went out, weapons at the ready and Dream grinned behind his mask.

        “Sorry Dream. I don’t do charity cases for the homeless, gonna need you to leave.” Techno told him, shouldering his axe.

        “Are we really going to go through this again Techno? Are you going to talk to your voices again too?” Dream laughed. “I know you have what I want. So, either, send her out now, or I’ll kill all of you.”

        “You can try, you green bastard, but I finished you once! I’ll do it again!” Tommy shouted.

        “But here I am Tommy! You can’t stop me. I got out of prison and now here I am. Back again!” Dream took a step forward and Phil aimed his bow. “You won’t, no, you can’t kill me, Tommy. Come on, we were friends, weren’t we?”

        Techno put the axe in front of his brother as Phil shot the arrow in front of Dream when Tommy’s breathing picked up slightly.

        “You’re not getting anyone today,” Phil told him. “So, we’re going to give you one chance to say you failed and leave.”

        Dream merely smirked behind his mask before going straight for Techno. With ease, Techno blocked the sword with his arm, the sword sparking on his armor before Techno swung his axe right for Dream’s side and the masked man jumped back.

        “A fight it is then.” Techno grinned, the voices going into a chant.

        Tommy pulled his sword and Phil switched for his sword as well. The fight was on.

        …

        “What else do you remember?” (Y/N) asked the ghost. “About…me.”

        “You were an awful lot like Tommy but you could calm down and be little note with me.” Ghostbur smiled. “It was always nice seeing you and Tommy play together though. And when you two become friends with Tubbo, it was meant to be really. It always made Alivebur smile and it makes me smile too!”

        “It seems a lot of things make you smile though Ghostbur.” She laughed quietly.

        “But there’s so many wonderful things we get to do and see!”

        (Y/N) smiled lightly. Ghostbur seemed to be all the good things about Wilbur…but she missed the bad stuff of her brother…

        Both the ghost and she jumped though when they heard the sound of fireworks.

        “That doesn’t sound good,” Ghostbur muttered, taking out a piece of blue.

        (Y/N) leapt up, as she now could hear the cawing of the crows and metal on metal. Dream was here!

        “Shit, shit, shit.” She panicked, throwing her armor on.

        “(Y/N),” Ghostbur mumbled.

        She looked at the ghost of her brother as she put her helmet on. A panic was in her eyes but there was the spark of a fire that brought good memories to Ghostbur. Memories of when she’d practice sword fighting and archery with Technoblade or when she’d scream at Tommy’s bullies or when she was taking lessons with Alivebur to learn guitar. He smiled lightly as he saw the real (Y/N) that had been missing.

        “I love you.”

        “…I love you too Ghostbur.” She gave a light smile before grabbing her one arrow, sword strapped to her side.

        She got outside to see Techno loading his crossbow with another firework as Tommy was dodging a sword swing from Dream who had a cracked mask with slightly singed clothing while Phil was dashing to go in for a low blow. Everyone had minor wounds as armors had dents and scratches. (Y/N) felt her breath catch in her throat as she gripped onto her bow before raising it.

        “I never throw away my shot.” She muttered before letting the arrow fly.

        It caught Dream’s mask and it flew off his mask. (Y/N)’s arrow reappeared on the bow as she pulled back, her infinity enchantment doing its work to bring her arrow back as though it was never gone even though it pinned Dream’s mask to the ground.

        “STOP!” She commanded.

        “(Y/N)!” Dream grinned ducking from Tommy’s sword swing before knocking the boy down, winding him as he parried Phil’s attack, pushing the older man back. “I’ve been looking for you everywhere! Where have you been my friend?”

        “Drop your sword!” She demanded.

        “(Y/N), come on. It’s me, Dream.” He smiled.

        She clenched her jaw as Techno looked between the pair as the other two of her family stayed where they were. Then she changed the direction of her bow and it snagged his pant leg, pinning the fabric to the ground as another arrow appeared in her bow.

        “Leave my family alone.” She told him.

        “Your family?” Dream laughed. “They haven’t tried to talk to you in almost three years! Now, they thought they had power over the two of us because I was locked away; they tried to use you! I broke out to save you.”

        His voice was creeping back into the back of her mind as she gripped onto her bow.

        “YOU BASTARD!” Tommy’s voice broke through the voice of Dream.

        Dream hissed as Tommy snagged a weak point in his armor, drawing blood.

        “How dare you say I’d use my sister!” He shouted, pushing the man back, jumping back as Techno quickly aimed his crossbow.

        Dream dove out of the way as the firework went off where he had been.

        “I won’t let you use my sister like a puppet.” Techno put his crossbow away to replace it with his axe.

        An arrow landed in front of Dream’s face and (Y/N) pointed her bow to the ground.

        “I never miss, so take the friendly warning. Leave and never speak to me again. Leave this land.”

        “You…you can’t…” Dream gave a laugh.

        “She can do whatever she wants mate,” Phil said, all three of them standing in front of (Y/N). “And you’ll have to go through us to even think about her. I suggest you leave.”

        “You’ll regret this.” Dream spat at them before getting up and ender pearling away.

        A weight was gone as (Y/N) teared up when the three looked over at her.

        “Oh dear, you need some blue.” Ghostbur came out now and gave the girl a piece of blue.

        “Thank you.” She sniffled wiping away her tears.

        Tommy came over putting an arm around one side of her shoulders as Techno went on the other side as Phil put a hand on her head.

        “We won!” Tommy cheered.

        She had missed her family…

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Pete + overstimulation and praise kinkkkkk

Reunited | Pete Davidson

word count: 1.4k

tw:smut, honestly nothing super kinky.

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It had been a long day.

 A long day, but a good one. Your face is sore from smiling so much as you lay next to your handsome boyfriend. 

Pete had just gotten home from his most recent tour post-covid, and while you were happy he could get back to what he loved most, you were sad you were forced to stay behind. Pete had begged and begged you to come with, saying he wouldn’t be able to enjoy it without you, but your job just wouldn’t let you have the time off. Still, you facetimed and talked on the phone every night. Neither Pete nor you could get to sleep if you didn’t. Neither one of you would end the call, and you’d wake up to each other in the morning.

It wasn’t the same though. You were so glad to have him back. To be able to reach over and hold his hand. To play with his hair or nuzzle into his sweatshirt clad chest.

“What are you thinkin’ about?” Pete asks, his hand brushing a piece of your hair out of your face. 

“You.” You reply, scrunching your nose at him in a halfhearted cringe. It was cheesy, and lame, but it was true.

“Awh.” He replies, bringing his shoulder up to his chin in a cute gesture “Me and what?”

“How much I miss you.” His nose scrunches at this, 

“Gross.” he remarks, leaning in to place a kiss on your lips “but I missed you too.” The kiss was short and sweet, leaving you wanting more. This time it was you who leaned in, your lips connecting once again. Breathing in slowly, you appreciate the feeling of his soft, plump lips against your own. The taste of weed and pizza on his tongue, the way he smelt and the warmth of his hands on your side as the kiss deepened. 

You could feel the warmth trail from your side to your ass as he pulled you closer, wrapping his arms around you.

“Ohh,” you smirk between kisses, “you missed me.” Pete hums at this, his hand trailing further down your legs and hooking themselves into your shorts. Supporting yourself with your arm, you lift your hips up as he pulls them down the length of your legs. When they reach your shin you settle back down, kicking them off and letting them fly into some random corner of your shared room.

Your shirt was next, being lifted gently over your head so as to not pull on any of your jewelry. You could hear Pete curse under his breath just before your shirt was tossed carelessly, his lips coming down to suck and lick at your breast. Your hands go behind your back to detach your bra strap, giving him clear access to your chest. 

His tongue is on your nipple within seconds, nibbling lightly at the sensitive bud.

“Missed these so much,” he hums, switching sides “Missed being buried in these pretty tits.” The blush on your face only grew at his words, his fingers rubbing you in small circles through your underwear.

Licking a stripe where your wetness had soaked through your underwear before discarding them and burying his face in your core.

“Tastes so fucking good.” He moans from between your legs, your pussy growing wetter and wetter with each flick of his tongue. Your fingers pulled at his hair, guiding him to where you need him most, grinding your pussy against his tongue.

You can feel his finger pressing against your hole while he sucks on your clit, pushing in slowly before pulling back out. He repeats this a few times before adding another finger, stretching you lightly as he continues to pump in and out of you, his fingers curling when they can’t go any further. A moan slips past your lips as you feel his other hand digging into your side, your toes curling at the feeling.

“Fuck I missed you. Please, don’t stop.” You moan, your hips rocking up to meet his actions, your back arching as your orgasm washes over you, Petes hand still strongly gripping at your sides, his nails digging into you only adding to the pleasure. Pete continued licking at you as your body rested against the mattress, enjoying the feeling of his warm, wet lips making their way up your body in a series of kisses.

“You look so beautiful, all fucked out for me.” Pete whispers in your ear, his lips attaching to your neck while his thumb caresses your flushed cheeks. Pete tried his best to give you time to come down from your last orgasm, grinding his hips into the sheets between your legs to help relieve some of the pressure.

“Fuck, i’m sorry princess. I gotta feel you.” He moans, pulling his joggers just low enough for his swollen prick to swing out. He gives himself a few languid strokes, his head leaning back as he thrusts his hips into his hand before finally lining himself up with your already soaking hole. From the moment he pushed in, you both knew you wouldn’t last long, his dick pumping in out of you while his lips met yours in a sloppy kiss, desperate whines falling from both your lips at the feeling.

Pete groans, flipping over in a swift motion so you were ontop, his hands gripping at your hips to help you set the pace. You could feel his heart pounding in his chest from where your hand sat, steadying yourself while you rode him. There were light slapping sounds as your thighs met with every thrust, barely audible through the moans and heavy breaths. Pete tended to be pretty quiet in bed, but not tonight. You basked in his glorious moans as you both worked to help the other reach their orgasm. Leaning back, you rested on your hand, continuing to ride him while you play with your clit. 

You could feel your second orgam building in your stomach, your hips dropping as the pressure became too much.

“Fuck, m’gonna cum.” You whine, your voice going higher than normal as you struggled to get the words out. Pete pulls you down to his chest, your legs lifting your hips up a bit as he planted his feet into the bed and thrusted into you. Your orgasm came over you with a squeal, the pleasure bringing tears to your eyes. You tried to verbalize the pleasure you were feeling, but it only came out as slurred curses.

“Are you good to keep going?” Pete asks after a moment of you clinging to him, your hips rocking slowly against his. 

“Yeah, give me a minute.” You say breathless, your entire body feeling worn out. Pete rolls the two of you over, pressing small kisses to your face and neck while he holds you, allowing you to come down from your second orgasm. 

“Mmh, s’been awhile.” You grumble, your hand resting on the back of his head.

“It’s okay, we can stop. Just missed you, gorgeous.” He says, placing a kiss to your forehead and cuddling up next to you.

“Wait, you didn’t get to cum.”

“You can make it up to me later.” He says, laughing a bit, his handing rubbing against your stomach in a soothing motion. Without meaning to, you drifted off the sleep, your body sinking into the bed, completely worn out.

~

Stretching, you could feel the tension in your muscles as memories from the night before flooded your brain. Opening your eyes slowly, you looked over at Pete.

“I know, right? Fucking sore.” He yawns, already sat up in bed.

Tears welled up in your eyes at the sound of his voice, Pete’s concerned hand coming to caress your cheek.

“What's wrong baby?”

It was hard to explain, a sudden rush of emotion coming over you. You’d spent so long apart, and electronics distorted everything so much. But now he was here, no lag, no cutting out, no trying desperately to reach through the screen. Just him, and you, here together. But that wasn’t it. The first time you called since he was away you’d noticed something, the phone distorted his voice a bit, as it does for everyone, and as a result of this you hadn’t gotten to hear your favorite thing in so long. Not really, atleast. 

“Does it hurt that bad? Want me to run you a bath?” He asks, brushing your hair out of your face. Trying your best to collect your thoughts into a sentence, you manage to sputter out between tears,

“Your morning voice didn’t sound right over the phone.”

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When in Italy Part 5

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You watched as Harry’s face paled slightly, his hands shaking as he rubbed them over his face “I’m sorry.” He trembled, his voice cracking, “I-fuck... I know I don’t deserve it, but I love you so much, you’re the love of my life. Please tell me what I need to do.” 

You shrug, covering your hands with your face as you bottom lip began to shake, feeling your heart pound against your chest as the fear set in.

The fear of losing him all over again.

“I don’t know- I just… I want this so bad, Harry.” You whisper, wiping your eyes with the back of your hand and looking over at him, meeting his bloodshot eyes, before moving your legs off, dangling them off the side of the bed, unable to look at him, “I’ve never come close to love anyone the way I love you and the pain I felt when we broke up? I felt like I was dying.”

“I felt the same, baby.” Harry whispered, feeling the bed shift as he attempted to move closer to you, trying to meet your eyes, “I was a mess and I-“

“Then,” you interrupted, “I saw you with her, and it felt like I saw that you were the one who stabbed me in the back. I can’t just get all of that out of my head, Harry.”

Harry sinks down before, kneeling in front of you as sat with your legs dangling off the bed, gently placing his large hand over yours, the ring you gave him still wrapped around his finger. Your eyes met his again and at the sight of his tear stained cheeks, you couldn’t fight the urge to turn your hand and intertwine your fingers, which he quickly brought to his lips, pressing a long kiss to the back of your hand, staring up into your eyes. 

“I will fight for you, every single day, for the rest of my life.” He began, “I will do anything and everything I can to prove to you how sorry I am and how much I love you. How much I want you and only you, for the rest of my life. And I know you deserve better than me, I know, but I’m selfish and I know I will never love again. You’re it for me. I know I have to accept that I may not be it for you… but I will never fucking stop loving you.”

“Harry.” You squeak, wiping away your flowing tears as you stared down at him before cupping his cheek, his free hand going over it as he pressed his face into your palm, pressing a quick kiss to it before looking back up at you, “I…”

“I understand if you want nothing to do with me but please, please don’t cut me out.” He pleaded, eyes desperate, his hand squeezing yours tighter in fear, “If all I can get from you is friendship, then I will take it and I will be there for you, no matter what for the rest of our lives and if someday you end up marrying someone else, I will be there for you, cheering you on.”

You pull him quickly to your body, arms wrapping tight around his shoulders as his snake their way around your waist after a moment, shocked by the sudden contact. You bury your face in his neck as you let out soft cries, your heart feeling as if it could burst. You slid off the bed , falling into his arms as you molded into each other. Gripping each other tighter as you breathed each other in, holding each other for what felt like hours and seconds all at the same time. 

“I want this, I do.” You whispered into his neck, your fingers grabbing the hair at the nape of his neck, “I just need time to see if I can get there.” 

“I’m here, no matter how long it takes.” 

***

You took it slow. Very slow. 

You two had been in this new adjustment period for a few weeks, treating it as if you had just met. Practically starting over completely, it was as if you were back in just the the very start of the talking stage. Deciding it was best not to see each other everyday, sticking to phone calls and text messages, the rare FaceTime call (seeing his face was a little overwhelming, let’s be honest),as you eased back into him being back into your life at all. 

He had always giving you butterflies, even years into your relationship, but now with things feelings as if they were starting new, you could feel your heart pound at the playful text messages you have been receiving. 

Your apartment has also been littered with flowers, getting a new delivery almost everyday (which didn’t really go with starting fresh, but you weren’t going to complain), you were really opening up to fully diving back in again.

The sound of your phone ringing makes you jump, but not quite as much as your heart jumped at the sight of the profile picture, alerting you that he as calling. 

“Hello there.” You heard, practically able to see the smirk on his face, “What are you doing in approximately two and a half hours? I must admit, pretty girl, got quite the crush on you and I would love to take you out.” 

“I think I might have to check my schedule, but that sounds like something I could be interested in.” You smile, thankful this wasn’t a FaceTime or else he would surely tease you for blushing. 

“I promise to make it worth while.”

“What do you have in mind?” You ask, already wandering towards your closet as the anxiety bubbles in your stomach.

“It’s a surprise, wear that pretty little pink dress with the polka dots on it that I love so much. Please? I’ll see you soon.”

“Okay.” You nodded, gnawing on your bottom lip in anticipation, “I’ll see you soon.”

You let out a dreamy sigh after hanging it up, heading into your bathroom and starting to get ready as you felt all the pieces perfectly coming together, knowing that tonight when you reunited will tell you everything you needed to know. 

Now you just needed to see him.

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Lando’s voice, amplified by the TV speakers, echoes around the humming Red Bull garage. “I’m fine but I’ve been better. I can say that I’m not in perfect condition, I’m not gonna lie. Some work to do mentally of course. I talk about that a lot, and mental health and mental strength is very important. I’ve not been sleeping that great and so on… not ideal and I’m feeling a bit sore, but I’m not the guy in the worst position after Wembley. I’ll work on it, I’ll make sure I’m in the best shape possible, and I feel like I can still go out and focus on what I need to do, and that’s the main thing.”

Your mind races as you listen to the boy plastered across the many screens revisit his experience at Wembley. He sounds awful; something about his cadence making it even more obvious that he is really, truly shaken up. The wavering pitch, awkward pausing, fumbling for words; everything about the way he presents himself is serving as a brutal reminder that being physically unscathed is no indicator that harm was not dealt. Even as the interview moves past the topic of last week’s Euro Final, you notice the shift in demeanor and your heart aches. You worry that bringing the watch to him is a bad idea, that it could prompt unbidden memories and disquieting feelings. You understand how big of an event Silverstone is from your dad’s tangents alone, especially for an English team with an English driver, so you reevaluate whether your decision to come was selfish, one made solely to alleviate your own sentiments of guilt rather than to verily right your believed wrongdoings.

On the journey to Silverstone, your dad had made multiple attempts at lessening your stress, even opting for variations of the if he steps out of line I will put him right back in his place father speech. Unfortunately fruitless, your father’s attempts mean you remain just as anxious as when you had first discovered that you managed to obtain a stolen wristwatch.

You’re not sure whether it’s the crisp morning air or your nerves that sends chills across your flesh, but your attempt to ground yourself subtly doesn’t go unnoticed by your dad as he passes you in the garage.

“Time is ticking,” he informs you, a smirk playing on his lips. “No pun intended.”

You roll your eyes in an attempt to downplay your apprehension, but your voice gives away any and all signs of the false confidence you hope to portray. “Can you do it for me?” you plead.

“I can’t just stroll on over to the McLaren garage without an invitation or proper reason, especially not a couple hours before free practice starts. It doesn’t look good.”

“It’s not like me walking in there instead would look any better,” you retort, gesturing to the Red Bull logo plastered across the chest of your black polo. “Your branding isn’t what I would call subtle.”

“Look, the McLaren team are a good sort. They’ll help you out if you just explain the issue and show them the watch. I’m sure Lando will understand too, he seems like a pretty nice bloke,” your dad reassures you.

Sighing, your eyes meet the floor, fingers intertwined with each other as you fidget incessantly. Before you can speak up in further defiance, however, an additional set of footsteps grow nearer and you freeze at the voice which speaks up.

“Christian, how much longer until our media slot?”

You lose your breath momentarily, locking your gaze onto your shoes as you wait for the person to pass by.

“About five minutes, Max,” your dad replies. “We were just about to head over.”

When you hear the footsteps grow fainter, you risk looking up, thankfully being met with only the observance of your father. You don’t even realize that you’ve tensed your body until your dad points it out.

“Relax,” he says. “He’s not going to say anything here, especially not on a race weekend.”

Nodding, you feel your shoulders ease up but you remain quiet.

“Anyways, like I said, our media briefing and interviews start soon and we’re after McLaren this weekend so they should already be back in their garage,” he says, realizing that you still appear troubled by the task ahead of you. “I promise you, everything will be fine. Just go over there and I’ll meet you back here when we’re done. The quicker you head over, the quicker you’re done with it and we can all move on." With that, your dad walks away and you reluctantly leave the Red Bull garage, adjusting your shirt as you straighten up.

You take a brief glance at your phone, turning it off after you try one last time to keep the picture of the boy imprinted in your mind. Eyes darting rapidly, you attempt to scan the paddock for anyone looking remotely like him while you make your way towards the bright orange and blue indicators of the McLaren garage.

The frequency of orange-clad individuals grows the further you stray from the safety of Red Bull’s garage, and you feel your heartbeat begin to increase. Worried that someone would stop you before you could approach the one person you had traveled all the way to Silverstone for in the first place, you quicken your pace.

You’re mere meters away when you spot him. Pushing past a few people while trying to keep your eyes trained on him, you watch as he turns around to talk briefly with the woman next to him.

Huffing, you muster up the little confidence you have and tap him on the shoulder.

His confusion is evident and the blonde woman next to him does not look pleased to have been interrupted. The silence is palpable as they stare at you, expecting an explanation for the abrupt ending of their conversation.

“Hi,” is all you can deliver. You’re at a loss for words while the woman next to him seems to lose what little patience she has with you. Everything you had rehearsed beforehand, gone. Your mind is foggy and your mouth feels dry as you try to compose yourself. “Um, can I talk to you for a second? It won’t be long, I promise.” Your voice breaks at the end and you wish you had never agreed to get on that stupid red-eye to Silverstone in the first place.

Lando offers a look of sympathy and then turns to the woman next to him. “Charlotte, could you just give us a second?”

Pursing her lips and turning on her heel, the woman walks away, heading towards the mouth of the McLaren garage. She’s far enough away that you’re out of earshot, but close enough that you feel her gaze linger as Lando turns back to face you.

“Hey, don’t worry,” he tells you with a smile. “We can take a picture if you want or I can sign some stuff for you.”

“What? No.” You shake your head, mentally slapping your palm against your forehead and forcing yourself to get a grip. Idiot. “Fuck, sorry, that sounded so rude! It’s just-” you rush to explain.

“Oh no, it’s okay!” he stammers. “I should’ve guessed from the Red Bull shirt anway.”

You both share an awkward laugh before you compose yourself and reach a shaky hand into your bag.

“This is going to sound so weird, but I was online shopping for a new watch the other day because I lost mine, and I’m pretty sure I bought the one that was stolen from you. I didn’t know anything about it, I swear. I just...well, here,” you say, offering the watch and its temporary box to Lando.

He looks at you, taking the box only to go wide-eyed at the contents inside.

“I have all the information that I was able to get, but the ad was taken off of eBay and I really wanted to do the right thing and give it back to you. Please don’t be mad.”

“What the hell?!” he exclaims, earning a few looks from people passing by and catching Charlotte’s attention once more. “Sorry, sorry. How did you get this?”

Amused, you laugh quietly while he studies the watch intently. “That was my dad’s reaction too. Basically there was a listing for it on eBay and it was sort of an impulse buy,” you explain. “I didn’t see the news coverage of what happened until afterwards and I felt awful. I’m really sorry you had to go through that, I genuinely had no idea.”

Shrugging, he plays it off. “Nothing I can’t handle.” It’s hard to miss his sudden change in attitude from the interview you watched moments ago and you can’t help but wonder whether he has your or the watch’s presence to thank.

There is a brief moment of silence between you both before he continues. “How much did you pay for it?”

“It was so cheap, honestly,” you say. “Nothing compared to the original price, I’m sure.”

Charlotte, alerted by Lando’s attention-grabbing reaction to being reunited by his watch, returns to where the two of you are standing. “Oh wow, did you find a replacement watch for him?” she asks you, clearly impressed by the apparent likeness.

“No, Charlotte”, he corrects her. “It’s my one. Look.” He hands the watch to his PR manager, who receives it so gently you think she’s afraid it might shatter in her hands. Flipping the watch between her fingers, she studies the small engraving on the underside of the face.

“Oh my god,” she whispers.

Lando nods. “It’s the exact date it was given to me, there’s no way anyone else could know that and make a copy of it.”

You feel the need to justify yourself to her. “It was listed online and I bought it before I knew anything about the situation. I didn’t even really know who Lando was until I saw what happened on the news, I swear.” You anticipate her anger or disapproval, preparing yourself to withstand the lecture you’re about to receive and mentally promising that, as soon as it’s over, you can run back to your dad and tell him you just want to go home.

But it doesn’t come.

“I can’t believe it!” she exclaims. “We all thought we’d never see it again and you found it on accident.” The smile she gives you sets your mind at ease. “Technically, this is a police matter now, so I’ll have to hand it over to the right people, but this helps us tremendously. Did you get any information about the seller?”

You explain the situation to her, about how the listing was taken offline but you have a printout of the messages and address the seller gave you, which you hand her from your bag. She lets you know that someone may get in touch soon to ask questions but not to worry, that it’s only a formality. Eventually, she asks if you’d like to watch free practice from a spot in the mobile hospitality unit, but you politely decline, explaining that you needed to get back to your dad in the Red Bull garage instead.

Charlotte smiles fondly at Lando and presses the brim of his cap down over his eyes. “Come on, you, we have to go and get ready now anyway.”

He takes off his hat, cheeks flushing as he makes an effort to quickly brush the curls lining his forehead, placing it back on and dismissing Charlotte with a wave of his hand. “Okay, just give me a minute.”

Once the two of you are alone, he pulls out his phone. “Do you have Venmo? I’ll pay you back, it’s not fair that you had to waste your money.”

“Oh, don’t worry about it.”

Lando seems unconvinced. “It’s really not a problem.”

“Seriously, it’s all good.”

“Well,” he continues awkwardly. “I have to go, but are you here for the whole weekend or...?”

You shake your head. “Just today. I’m not into Formula 1, I find it a little bit boring.”

“Seriously?! The fastest cars in the world and you’re calling it boring? Why even come to something like Silverstone if it’s so boring?” he feigns offense, doing air quotes as he imitates your apparent disdain for the sport.

Laughing quietly, you shrug. “I have family at Red Bull, so it was basically just luck and convenience that you were in the U.K. this weekend,” you clarify. “I don’t really understand Formula 1, that’s all.”

“Fair enough, it’s not for everyone I suppose,” Lando replies. “So who in your family works at Red–” The end of his question is drowned out by the sound of his name called by an evidently disgruntled, impatient engineer.

He sighs. “I’m sorry, I’ve really gotta go, but, um,” he exhales with a nervous laugh. “I still feel like I need to repay you in some way. Do you want to go get a drink after the race on Sunday? I’m busy for the next few days but Sunday night I’ll be free. Only if you want to, of course, I don’t want to, like, pressure you or anything.”

You laugh, appreciative that the nervousness was shared. “That– Yeah, that sounds fine. I’ll give you my number.”

He types your details into his phone before apologizing once more, thanking you again, and rushing off into the garage.

——

On Sunday, you let your dad believe he’s the one who convinced you to stay for the entire race weekend, but it’s the promise of Lando’s company later that night and the endearing text messages on your phone that prompts the desire to see this weekend through. You had spent the previous nights on your phone, going through driver and team Instagram accounts, as well as the F1 website, to get an idea of what to expect. Typically, it would pain you to look through motorsport news pages, especially with so many of the reports centering around Max and his vie for the championship as of late, but you manage.

You notice almost immediately while settling into your spot at the back of the garage that the energy does not match your own. You are enthusiastic and eager, while the rest of the team is stressed and rushes around you. Presumably, it’s because race day impacts their livelihoods and paycheks whereas it only dictates your family’s dinner topics, but, nevertheless, your excitement refuses to simmer.

Unfortunately, if it was weird for you to be seen at the McLaren garage before the first free practice, it would be infinitely more suspicious for you to be lingering around on race day, so you were not able to catch Lando at all since your initial meeting on Friday. However, you made sure to message him good luck beforehand, to which he thanked you and expressed excitement for your upcoming night.

“If you need anything, just ask. I’ll be on the pitwall,” your dad says, snapping you out of your whirring mind. He notices your obscure behavior, quick to comment on it. “Is it weird? Being here after so long?”

You nod, shrugging. “Unusual, for sure. So much has changed since the last time I came and watched, but I’m excited, though.”

“Well, it’s always good to have you here.”

Reciprocating your dad’s grin, you silently send him on his way. He exits quickly and leaves you to your own devices. Though, your own devices look to consist of impatiently waiting for the race to start and scrolling absentmindedly through your phone. Ironically, your boredom with pre-race antics appears to create quite the dichotomy against the chaos exuding from the garage you find yourself encompassed in.

Regardless, your attention is regained when frequent cuts are made to the drivers in their cars, and you recognise that the race will be starting soon. You are temporarily startled when the cars begin moving without hearing an official announcement, but quickly realisee that it is merely a formation lap and no one else around you seems to be paying all too much mind to it.

When the cars return to their positions on the grid, you watch eagerly as the lights flash and the announcers begin yelling. You keep your eyes trained on the orange car towards the front of the grid, watching Lando so intently that you almost miss what happens to the cars in front of him.

Your eyes go wide as you watch the events unfold: the Red Bull car out front collides with what you identify as a Mercedes, spinning and slamming into the barrier. Gasps chorus across the garage as the screens replay slowed clips of the crash as an announcement states that the safety car has been deployed. They replay it from every conceivable angle, your astonishment at the severity is present upon your first viewing, but it’s only after the sixth clip that it clicks in your head that the person in the car is Max.

“For the second time this season, Hamilton and Verstappen clash and tangle on the opening lap, but, this time, it is ending in dramatic consequences for the championship leader.”

If you had perceived the pre-race behavior in the garage as chaotic, this was a whole new level of absurdity.

People rush around you while orders are shouted and frustrations are verbalised.

Your dad is angry.

The last time you recall him behaving like this was when your younger sister had broken the wine glasses he had bought for your mother on their honeymoon. You, however, ignore his yelling and remain encapsulated by the TV, releasing a breath you didn’t know you were holding as the events unfolding finally, finally register in your brain.

Car number 33 is in the wall and out of the race, and your ex-boyfriend is inside, silent and unmoving.

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