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l1tw1ck · 2 years

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Casting: Cyno

Welcoming your new star, Cyno

Bottom!FTM Cyno x Top!Masc Reader

{Request} [Series] | AFAB Language Used

CW: Recording, Porn Casting, Masturbating, Oral, Nipple Play, Rough Sex, Belly Bulge, Praise, Daddy Kink, Choking, Crying

📝 1,642 Words

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"Excuse me, can I talk to you for a moment?" You call out to the beautiful silver haired male. He was working out at the gym and his amazing body caught your eye.

"Sure." Cyno turns to you, sweat dripping down his forehead. He's shirtless and only wearing shorts, his nipple piercings caught your attention.

"Do you have any interest in modeling? You're gorgeous and I wouldn't be able to leave here without asking."

"Thanks." Cyno cheeks heat up, he can't tell if you're into him or not. He kinda hopes it's the former. "I'm not sure though.." He scratches his neck.

"40,000 mora an hour, consider it." You hand him your business card. "If you change your mind, email me your measurements and shoe size. We can figure out a time from there."

Cyno nods and looks down at the card. He doesn't have much reason to model, his job already pays a lot but it might be fun. And it might give him a chance with you.

He decides to do some research once he gets home, you're a pretty well known company but what he wasn't expecting was to see exactly what kind of company you have.

While it's true that you do modeling, you also host camboys, pornstars, and porn magazine models.

Curiously, he clicks on one of the videos on your website. It's a regular porn video with you and a dark haired man wearing lingerie.

He finds his hand sneaking underneath his shorts to finger himself halfway through the video, he can't help but wish he was the guy in the video.

If he comes by will you fuck him like that too? Make him call you daddy and treat him like nothing more than a doll? He moans, coming at the thought.

He has an email to send now.

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"Cyno! I'm glad you came!" You grin, waving at him as he enters the room. "The dressing room is over there, the makeup team will help you after you get dressed."

Cyno nods and enters the room. He takes the clothes and puts them on, leaving out one of the pieces.

Around 10 minutes later, he comes back, his appearance making a tent in your pants.

"You didn't wear the black undershirt?"

He's wearing a sheer crop top that's anything but opaque along with a dark miniskirt, a thong, fishnets, and boots that made him a few inches taller. Along with matching makeup, you hope you can fuck him and ruin his mascara by the end of the day.

"I like it better without it." He says.

You smirk. "Me too." You walk up to him and pull up the strings of his thong, making him moan. "You wear it like this." You wink.

Cyno breathes heavily. "What now..?"

"We'll start the shoot."

Your team quickly gets him into multiple positions, he was willing to do sexual poses so you and everyone else had a lot of fun with him. He wasn't worried about losing his job since he knows coworkers who are or have been in the industry. The job seems to pay well enough that he even if he does, he'll be fine.

There were a lot of photos taken from below, his thong was thankfully dark enough to hide how wet he was.

After the shoot, Cyno had been offered to keep the outfit since it looks so good on him. He accepted it quickly, hoping you'll fuck him in it next.

You brought him to your office to write him the check and discuss further opportunities.

"From the way you acted during the photo shoot, I'm assuming you know what kind of company this is?" You sit at your desk, pulling out your checkbook.

Cyno nods. "Yes."

"Then, is there anything other than modeling that you're interested in doing for the company?" You ask, writing a check for 160,000 Mora.

"What would allow me to work with you?" He asks, not dancing around the question at all.

You smirk. "You mean, like having sex with me?"

Cyno nods.

"Well, you could become a pornstar. I doubt you'd want to work with anyone else so you can come every once in a while to shoot a video with me." You smile and hand him the check. "For today, if you'd like, we can shoot the casting video together."

Cyno nods eagerly.

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Cyno sits down on the couch adjacent to yours, ignoring the camera and looking at you.

"Tell us about yourself."

"My name is Cyno. I'm 23 years old. I'm from Sumeru and I like working out and playing card games."

"Are you on the pill? Condom or no condom?"

"Yes, no condom. You can come inside."

"Noted." You wink. "Do you have any kinks or preferences?" You tilt your head, clear interest on your face.

"I like being treated roughly and getting praised, I like being degraded too. I would let you do anything you want to me honestly.." He looks to the side. "And, I like it big."

You grin. "What about your sex life? Anything you're comfortable sharing?"

"I haven't had the time for it. I've done it a few times in my school years but that's it."

"So we'll have to make sure you're ready to take me." You smile. "Could you spread your legs?"

Cyno immediately does as he's asked.

"Move the thong to the side, show us your pretty pussy." You watch as Cyno moves the fabric aside. "Goodness, you're already so wet. You must be excited. Finger yourself."

Cyno slips a finger inside then another. "I touched myself like this last night...when I watched one of your videos."

"Yeah? Which one?"

"The one with...Venti. Where he was calling you daddy." He answers, thrusting his fingers in and out rapidly. "I liked the things you called him...I wanted you to call me that too."

You stand up, a smaller camera in hand, and walk over to Cyno. You hold his face gently and bring his head upwards while pointing the camera at him. "You're adorable."

His cheeks warm up and his eyes shut close as he orgasms. You move the camera down to his cunt, silently asking him to move his fingers out of the way so the camera could see his cum dripping out of his pulsing hole.

Cyno stares at your boner, practically drooling. You move the camera back up to his face. "Go ahead, take it out."

He quickly unbuckles your belt and pulls your pants down, wasting no time with getting your cock out. He licks the tip of your cock experimentally before wrapping his lips around it and sucking slowly.

You move his hair out of the way. "You look so pretty sucking my cock." You groan. "Doing so well for me."

Cyno's cheeks are burning at this point, an impossible to ignore sensation in his stomach and a throbbing feeling in his cunt.

You notice him rubbing his thighs together and you pull them apart, playing with his little t-dick to give him the pleasure he was chasing.

Cyno shuts his eyes, moaning along your length as he sucks it diligently.

You pull him away gently. "How about we take this to the bed?"

Cyno nods, following you to the large king sized bed. He takes his boots off and sits on the bed, looking at you in anticipation.

"Aren't you a pretty little slut." Your hand wanders along his body lightly, making him shiver. "Ready?"

He nods, watching you tower over him and letting you spread his legs. You spank his pussy, earning a twitch and moan from Cyno.

You push his skirt up and direct the small camera to his sex, slapping your dick on it before finally entering.

"Yes-" Cyno whispers, biting his lip as you fill him up, his stomach bulging from your cock. You hand the camera to your assistant and push his top up, bunching it up around his collarbone, and lick one of his sensitive nipples. You roll your tongue around the pierced bud, the sensations almost enough to make Cyno come just from that.

You pull away from his warm chest and wrap your hand around his neck, your other hand giving his other nipple the attention it deserves. You look for any signs of discomfort before fucking into him roughly.

Cyno moans like a whore, grinning with his hands wrapped tightly on your wrist so you don't pull away. "Yes~!"

It doesn't take long for tears to form in his eyes, threatening to ruin his mascara and eyeliner.

"Your pussy feels so fucking good, princess-" You groan. Cyno heats up from his head to his neck, cunt tightening around your cock from hearing one of the words he's dreamed about you calling him. "Yeah, squeeze my cock baby, just like that."

Cyno rolls his eyes back, blabbering as he squirts. "Daddy~!" He manages to say before you fuck him into an almost brainless state, tears of pleasure rapidly falling down his cheeks.

"That's a good boy, making Daddy feel good with your slutty little pussy." You grin. "Gonna make me come so fast, princess."

Cyno has a goofy smile on his face as you use his body to reach your own release, whispering 'yes', 'more', and 'daddy' over and over.

Your thrusts lessen but keep their roughness as you get close, eventually coming to a complete stop as you fill Cyno up with your spend.

You take a moment to catch your breath, taking that time to admire the makeup running down his cheeks.

You let go of his neck and take your camera from your assistant, pulling out to record your cum dripping out of him.

"That's a wrap." You call out. "Would you like me to help you get cleaned up, doll?"

Cyno nods gently.

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the-au-collector · 4 months

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Ok so I've decided to do some digging to try to figure out who the other Mystery Link is. I couldn't find a full version of the LU banner but I did find screenshots from this ask that Jojo answered all the way back in 2018. Idk if she cropped the picture after that, but the banner is still the same picture, just cropped.

I decided to start with the first unconfirmed(?) Link, First, since we already know that's who it is. Idk if anyone's done this before but here is my breakdown:

Mystery Link 1 (First) pretty closely matches with the depiction of him from the Manga. The hair matches, you can see the scarf, his pauldron, his belt, his double-crossing straps. It all matches pretty perfectly, so obviously this is First. We already know that this is First.

The question is who is this guy:

He's very confusing.

So we know he has short hair, wears a strap across his chest, has this weird item on his belt, and wears a split tunic. His boots also come up to about his knees. He looks pretty tall, too. His collar is what I would describe as Legend-esque. It's very similar to Legend's collar. He shirt almost reminds me of Wild? IDK why

I'm going to immediately cross out Spirit and Age as candidates since Jojo has already confirmed they're part of Wind and Wild respectively. I also want to cross off Shadow here too. Mr. Mystery is too tall to be Shadow. I'm also quasi-crossing out Cadence of Hyrule Link since I don't think that game was released when jojo was plotting Linked Universe, but I'm not 100% sure about that so it's open I'm just not considering it for this.

So my thoughts immediately go to four other characters. My immediate thought was CDI Link. I also remembered that cartoon Link exists. And upon closer inspection, I'm not unconvinced Mr. Mystery isn't Time.

So let's go through all 3:

CDI Link

Okay he doesn't really match... at all. At the same time, I want to take this moment to take another look at Legend's design since that deviates quite a lot from his canon designs in the series (so does Four's design) so I'm not going to completely dismiss CDI Link's potential. The item on the hip especially seems to match the compasses from Zelda's adventure. But CDI Link himself...

No. His hair is long. His boots kind of match, but he isn't wearing any outward straps and those compasses are also from a game where the protagonist is Zelda not him. Mostly his hair and simplistic design is the main thing throwing me off. Especially the hair.

Likelihood: ehhh we'll go 6/10.

Cartoon Link

I'm going to be honest I forgot he existed.

Anyways he does have the low-cut neck and the short hair and the thing on his belt. But, like every Link, he has the Default Link Outfit which doesn't really say much since (like we see with Legend and Four especially) jojo will change designs to make the Links more distinct. Someone could theoretically argue she wouldn't change Cartoon much since his hair is already brown instead of blonde...

Honestly for being a Link not included in LU, I'd say he matches pretty close to Mr. Mystery. Closer than CDI anyways.

Likelihood: 7/10. Depends on how different Jojo would be willing to make his design for the comic (he could also be combined with CDI Link too, which would up it to 8/10)

But I noticed something else. Mr. Mystery's outfit and face look a little familiar...

Young Time perhaps?

They have the strap, the belt, the low-cut shirt, the short hair. Mr. Mystery's face literally lines up to Time's chin. I feel like that's significant since jojo made all the Links' face and eye shapes distinct.

The only thing I can't think of is why we would have an alternate version of Time. Maybe we'll see Downfall Time? Maybe Time is Sir Raven after all?

Idk, the more I looked at Mr. Mystery the more I realized he looked a lot like Time.

Likelihood: 4/10. It would be cool, but idk why Jojo would make 2 Times join the party.

Also something very interesting from the banner image:

Ravio's included!

#the search for mystery link #linked universe #interesting things on the LU banner

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copperbadge · 1 year

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I'm here! Well, I mean, I've been here for several hours at this point, but I've reached my lodgings and settled in. I hung up the next few days' worth of clothes, put my toiletries in the bathroom, took a shower, and am now running today's (which are also yesterday's) clothes through the small washer-dryer. We'll see if it actually dries them; if not at least I'm not doing this the hour before packing for Paris.

Went to Sainsbury's. You guys are not gonna believe the shit I found, but it's going to have to wait until my phone charges.

There have been a few hiccups on the road; the main one is that due to a complicated series of events, I have two USB ports I can charge all my gear from when I really could use four, and I'm not sure if I'll even have those two available once I leave London. I'm just going to have to be a little measured with my power use until I have more intel. In any case, most trains these days seem to have USB ports, so I'll just plug in whenever I can. As long as the phone stays charged I should be fine, and I can charge it like four times on my backup battery before the backup bites it.

Overall, despite Heathrow being a nightmare, it was a pleasant day -- I checked my luggage at the Tate Modern, did a loop of it, then went off to Pick & Cheese, the conveyor belt restaurant. I wanted one of everything but I know me, so I limited myself to three plates, which was enough to fill me up, although I imagine I'm going to have a snack before bed. (Hence Sainsbury's.) It was really, really good cheese and pairings, but I'm sure part of it was also that I hadn't had a real meal in roughly eighteen hours. The dinner they served on the flight was absolutely inedible; I had three or four protein/granola bars and a cup of Chobani, but that was pretty much it. It's fine -- Adderall is an appetite suppressant and normally it doesn't affect me because I'm home all day and like to eat, but actual hunger isn't an issue and as long as I make sure I get some calories in my face every few hours, blood sugar wasn't either. This is why I brought a literal dozen protein bars.

Still nice to sit somewhere and eat what amounted to a big plate of protein and sugar.

Everyone I've interacted with has been super nice, too -- people don't know how to walk on the sidewalk, which my midwestern-transplant soul found almost actively rude, but I chalked it up to tourists the same way we do back home. All the "staff" I've dealt with -- airport attendants, train officials, waitstaff, museum staff, the guy at Sainsbury's -- have been super nice. It reminds me that some cities actually want to be tourist cities, unlike Chicago, which begrudgingly admits we need tourists but really would rather they all die horribly. There's being a good customer service staffer and then there's actually being a nice person and I think most of the folks I dealt with are the latter.

Tomorrow I go to the British Museum, and I'm kind of glad that mudlarking fell through, because I feel like I definitely am going to need the morning to do a little recovering from all the walking. I'm going to ice my feet tonight and that should help.

So yes, here I am, in the new time zone, plotting a heist getting ready for tomorrow. I've successfully taken several different trains and a bus, and I know at least two of my payment cards work overseas plus my phone, so all of the major problems I anticipated are non-problems in the end.

I'm hoping tomorrow morning to go back over my posts and add anything that's needed and maybe post a few more photos from today, but we'll see. I have no idea what time I'll wake up tomorrow if I go to bed in the next half hour. Exciting to find out!

#sam travels #the cheese tour

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familyvideostevie · 1 year

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I saw your requests are open and I simply had to send a request for Steve and Bee Girl! I’d love to see them at the Fun Fair or something equally summery. But anything you want to write is awesome! Thank you for NGAW, it’s such a fantastic series ❤️🐝

wow, how did you know i was writing exactly that already for this poll!! so, here you go my dear. steve and bee girl from no good at waiting go to the county fair | fluff, post-au summer fun, a little suggestive! 1.4k

Steve's been nagging you to go on a date like this ever since you took the kids to the amusement park.

"Come on," he'd say. "I want to let loose at a fair or something without worrying that one of those shitheads is gonna hurl all over a family."

"In the summer, Steve," you'd tell him. "We'll go in the summer."

Well, summer has come. Your life in Hawkins continues to be lovely. The farmer's market has started again and the kids run wild, seemingly growing before your eyes.

But today is about you and Steve. Well, and candles.

"So, you're telling me that this date is actually just a recon mission?" Steve says once you're on the highway. It's a hot day and all of the windows are down, the most recent tape you've made him playing low enough that you can still hear him.

"It's multitasking," you insist. "Bob says that rival farm will be at this county's fair and he wants me to see what their scents are like. And lucky for you, I decided to ask my boyfriend to come along." You lean over to tap his nose with your finger, which he swats at, eyes still on the road.

"Lucky for you, your boyfriend wanted to drive across state lines for some wax," he drones. You blow a raspberry at him and Steve grins, resting his palm on your bare knee. It's honestly too hot to be touching that much but with Steve you never really mind.

You'd left mid-afternoon so you could get to the fair for the cooler evening, and then plan to stay in a motel before heading out tomorrow morning. Your bags are in the backseat of the BMW and it's kind of thrilling to get out of Hawkins, to get away from everyone and everything you see everyday and to just be with Steve.

The drive is calm. You and Steve spend a lot of time together, sure, but there's always someone who needs one or both of you for something. This feels like the first time you can really relax in a while. You chat about nothing important, time flying by as it tends to do in the company of one of the people you love most in the world. Pretty soon he's pulling up to the fair, the sky now a soft pink, the lights bouncing off of the rows of cars in the makeshift grass parking lot.

"Have you ever actually been to one of these before?" he asks you, locking the car and linking your arms. The heat of the day is already fading and he eyes your bare arms but knows better than to suggest a coat. He'll just give you his jacket eventually.

"I think so," you say. "When I was young."

"These things are nuts," he says. "I gotta take you to the Indiana state fair someday. You'll freak." You imagine a younger Steve at one of these, cotton candy all over his face and the lights of the rides he'd be too short to ride reflecting in his eyes. You kiss his cheek, just because.

He doesn't question it. Something you've worked on is vocalizing your feelings but also showing him as much affection as you can stand -- it always makes his cheeks darken and his eyes sparkle.

"I can't believe you haven't taken me already, Harrington," you tease. "Feels like a right of passage."

Steve buys you a handful of tickets at the entrance booth and rolls his eyes. "Honey," he says. "This is our first summer. And I'm not the one working extra shifts."

He doesn't really mean it. You both know you're working extra shifts -- he is too, just starting in the fall -- so you can save up for a place of your own someday. For both of you.

"Anyway," Steve says. "We should make a summer bucket list."

"What, like we're in a teen movie, or something?"

He pulls his arm from yours and slings it around your shoulders, grinning at you. His hair is lighter this time of year, you've noticed, and he's got a nice tan. You met Steve at the beginning of fall and fell in love with him as the days got colder, but you see now that he's made for summer. The season highlights everything about him and he has come alive.

"Exactly like we're in a teen movie."

You laugh as you walk slowly through the fairgrounds, hardly paying attention to anything but the beautiful boy at your side. "Alright. What should we do?"

Steve puts on his thinking face. Bottom lip jutted out, eyebrows raised, head tilting side to side. He counts off on his fingers.

"Skinny dip in the lake, for sure," he says.

"If you're lucky." He winks.

"Do karaoke at that college bar with Robin."

"Oh god," you say, laughing. "I don't think they'll let us back after we tried last time."

"I don't think they'll let you back after last time," he corrects. You wrinkle your nose at him.

"Alright, hotshot, what else?"

"That's all I've got," he sighs. "But I'll workshop it. Right now, I'm going to win you a fish."

"A wha-- Steve, wait!" Your boyfriend charges ahead of you to some kind of water gun game where he can, sure enough, win a fish.

Steve does not win you a fish.

"Can we go find that candle stand now?" he says to you instead of apologizing for the lack of fish in your hands. You don't tease him, though you desperately want to.

Then you see something even better. "No," you tell him. "Because I'm going to win you a stuffed bear."

It's Steve's turn to look incredulous as you stride towards the ring toss.

You do win him a bear.

"Holy shit," he says when you hand it to him. It's purple and has a yellow bow around its neck. "That was kind of hot."

The laughter sputters out of you before you can control it and it makes Steve laugh too. He buys you some fried Oreos as thanks and makes sure to get powdered sugar all over you and then brush it off a little too thoroughly for such a public setting.

You do make it to the candle stand, finally, and the girl working it is so nice that you buy one. "Don't tell Bob," you warn Steve.

The evening is winding down when Steve convinces you to get in line for the Ferris wheel.

"Remember when we frenched in the one in the amusement park in the fall?" he whispers in your ear.

"Oh, do you mean when I sat in your lap and you almost busted your pants--"

He claps a hand over your mouth. "Yeah, guess you do remember." You lick his palm and he grimaces and lets you go. "Gross."

"You love it," he says. Well, what can you say to that?

You climb into the car -- this one isn't enclosed like the last one, more of a bench that sways a little too much for your liking, so there will be no funny business. It goes slow and as you rise you realize how pretty the fair looks against the darkness of the woods around it.

"It's so pretty," you say.

"Sure is," Steve replies. You don't look at him, but you put your hand on top of his where it rests on top of your knee.

"You better not be looking at me as you say that because that's so cheesy."

"Me? Cheesy?" You do look at him and yeah, he's looking at you. He's smiling at you. It's your favorite Steve smile -- it's soft, sincere. Almost disbelieving, like he thinks he's in a dream and he's going to wake up any second. You know how he feels.

The wheel stops and you have a perfect view from the top. "I never thought life could be this perfect," you say softly. "We've come so far."

Steve somehow squeezes closer to you. "We have," he replies. "And we deserve it." He kisses your temple.

"It's just so nice to be happy. To belong." Your throat feels tight and you're not totally sure where this is coming from. It's just another night, right?

"I love belonging with you," he says. It takes your breath away.

"That's so cheesy, Steve," you say thickly.

"I know," he says. He traces the faint scar on your palm. "Still true, bee girl."

You kiss him under a sky full of stars.

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dream-meister-translations · 11 months

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DREAM MEISTER & THE RECOLLECTED BLACK FAIRY

KAI - VOICE COLLECTION

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"Ugh. Professor Est's assignment is so incredibly difficult. It's giving me a headache."

"Hey, you feeling okay? You're not pushing yourself too hard, are you?"

"Take a break today, it'll be fine."

"If you ever feel unwell, don't hesitate to rely on me."

"I'll make sure you recover properly."

"How's your health? Your body is your most valuable asset."

"If you feel any discomfort, let me know."

"Don't push yourself too hard. I'll heal everyone. Radiant light."

"Damn…I still have a lot to learn."

"We should make some medicine together later. I'll make sure to heal you properly."

"This is the first time Magia Seminar has ever had a Guild Keeper. If you ever run into any problems, just let me know.

"Leave injuries and illnesses to me."

"Don't neglect your efforts to stay healthy, okay?"

"You've really settled into the guild. Your support is great, I'm relying on you."

"Watching you makes me feel like I can't lose. It's seriously motivating…Keep up the good work!"

"The desire to help someone is the same for both doctors and Guild Keepers right? So many you and I will get along well."

"Between lectures and patient treatment, there's a mountain of things to do, but we can't afford to stop here."

"As long as you're here, I can chase my dreams without hesitation."

"Alright, let's start another day of medical care!"

"If you're not feeling well, it throws me off too. That's why I want you to let me nurse you back to health."

"Taking a leisurely stroll is good for your health. How about going for a walk today, Emma?"

"Ah, it's been a while since I took a walk! Let's have a good dinner tonight and get to bed early…"

"I've got quite a few piercings, you know. Even though I'm a doctor. Do you think it's a bit too flashy?"

"Did it hurt getting my piercings? Not at all."

"My piercings are like my good luck charms. I try not to lose them, but sometimes they vanish and it gets me all worried."

"Actually my little sister bought me these piercings. Pretty cool, right?"

"Could it be that you're thinking about getting a piercing too? If you do, make sure to disinfect properly."

"If you're scared, I can give you a piercing myself. I know how to make it painless."

"Hobbies, huh? That's a sudden one. Well, I enjoy going on little food adventures."

"I like hanging out with Ange. Even though she doesn't like me that much. At least I'm more liked than Sion, right?"

"I'm really into card games too. People often say it makes me childish, but what can I say, I like what I like."

"But you know, the best thing is when I'm learning with the others at Magia Seminar. Like when we decipher Sensei's cryptic lessons, or I mess around with Sion. It's a blast."

"Now that you're here, it's even more fun."

"It's kind of unsettling when someone's checking your pulse, right? Oh, wait, is that just me?"

"Your arm is pretty slender, isn't it? Are you eating properly? If I put too much pressure, it might just snap."

"You want me to check more? Is it that much fun for you? Haha, sometimes you act like a kid."

"Here, let me see your wrist. Huh? Did your pulse just speed up a bit? Why is that?"

"Your face is kinda red, too…Do you have a cold? Hmm…Doesn't seem like it."

"Doing this…It reminds me of the old n' days when I used to wander around aimlessly just for fun. Huh? Oh, I'll tell you about it sometime."

"Ah, I've been sitting in the clinic all day, so it feels nice to stretch my body. Alright, where are we heading today?"

"Huh? Is my hat a bit crooked? Weird. I thought I was wearing it like I always do. Anyway, thanks."

"Hats are pretty cool, right? They can hide bedhead in an instant, and, most importantly, they look stylish!"

"Whenever you reach up to fix my hat it's so cute. Haha."

"Heh, my bad. From now on, I'll squat down so you can fix my hat. Thanks."

"You know what, since we're talking about it, let's buy you a hat! We'll pick one out together!"

"Ah, thanks for the massage, you're a lifesaver, seriously. I've had a string of consultations lately, and I was getting really stiff and uncomfortable."

"Ah, your thumb is hitting just the right spot, right below the shoulder-blades."

"Whoa, that feels…Mmm…You're quite skilled, aren't you?"

"Your arm must be getting tired, right? Let's switch and I'll give you a massage. Just so you know, I'm really good at this."

"Damn, you're super tense. Been accumulating stress, huh? Even if you're busy, don't push yourself too hard."

"I've been relying on you for everything. I'll gladly give you a shoulder massage anytime. Just ask without hesitation, okay?"

"Thanks. Mmm…It's incredibly tasty! Want a taste of mine?"

"Hey, aren't you a bit too close? It's not that I dislike it, but well, it's just making me a bit nervous…"

"You must be tired. I can tell just by looking at your face. Don't push yourself, please."

"Being with you is a really soothing experience."

"Hey, what do you say we don't head home just yet? Let's take a detour."

"Sorry, I just don't feel like letting you go just yet. I'd like to spend a little more time alone together."

"You're quite assertive sometimes, you know? It's not that I mind, but…I can't help but worry about if you're this intimate with anyone other than me."

"Your hand is so soft…I didn't mean it that way!"

"You don't want to let go? That's a cute thing to say…Alright, let's keep walking hand in hand."

"Normally, I wouldn't let anyone touch my eyes, but with you it's perfectly fine. It's really strange, isn't it?"

"What's that? My eyes are beautiful? Aren't you going too far with that flattery?"

"I have dark circles under my eyes? Well, it doesn't bother me. Besides, even if I am tired, you're here to comfort me."

"Make sure you only show this side to me, okay? I don't want anyone else seeing you so defenseless."

"You know, being with you really lifts my spirits. I'd like to be your personal doctor. Haha, what am I even saying!"

"Wait, is this…A birthday present?! Even though you're so busy, you still made time to get me something? Oh man, I'm so happy I can't help but smile."

"Listen, Emma, a person only has two arms…Haha, I appreciate it, but really, it's too much."

Gift (Likes) : "Oh, I love this! My spirits just went through the roof! Thanks a bunch!"

Gift (Likes) : "Wait, you got this for me?! Woah! I'm honestly so happy about it. Um, how should I return the favor?"

Gift (Neutral) : "Oh, what's this? You got it for me? Thanks, I'll gladly take it!"

Gift (Dislikes) "Uh, well…You know, I was hoping for something a bit different. Did you maybe forget something?"

KAI : Hey, Oboro, there's a dried fruit mentioned in this book, but I'm having trouble with the drying process. Can you help me out?

OBORO : Before relying on others, did you make an effort to research it yourself? I won't lend my wisdom to a slacker like you.

KAI : I'll make sure I get a better score on the next assignment than you do…! Prepare yourself, Sion!

SION : You never get tired of saying that, do you? How about learning at least one magic circle while you're busy bickering with me?

KAI : Huh!? Est-sensei, you put chili peppers in the coffee again…? Consuming too many stimulants isn't good for you! It's not healthy!

EST : Actually, I feel much better with a little spice…Why don't you try it, Kai? If you get injured, let me know right away.

KAI : Don't slow me down, Sion!

SION : That's my line, you single-celled organism!

KAI : I'll heal you. So show them what you're made of.

OBORO : I'm not thrilled about this.

KAI : Hey Sion, you have a scratch. Let me heal it.

SION : Heal your own injuries first!

#Otome #Yumekuro #Yumekuro Translations #YMKR translations #YMKR #Dream Meister Translations #Otome Translations #Dream Meister And The Recollected Black Fairy #Dream Meister And The Recollected Black Fairy translations #kaivoice

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marshallpupfan · 7 months

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Marshall Merchandise Update... Kinda.

Okay, so... funny story. Do any of you remember that merchandise update I made near the beginning of the year? The one where I said my aunt found some items of Marshall, so she bought them for me as a Christmas gift? One was a plush of Mighty (Movie) Marshall, which I said I already owned, and the other was that cube plush of Charger from Rubble & Crew (she thought it was Marshall because of the red hat). Well...

As it turns out, I was wrong about something!

It's not the same plush after all! I mean, it's basically the same style, yet one's slightly smaller and has a plastic nose. I didn't realize it at the time, but placing them side-by-side, it's quite obvious now. Huh... I'm pretty sure these were released around the same time, so I wonder why they made two different versions? The left's from Walmart, while I think the other's from Meijer. How interesting...

While I'm here, I might as well show off a brand new item I found.

This is... er... dang, why do I have such bad luck with cameras? I keep saying I'll break down and buy myself a better one someday, and... well, I probably could, if I stopped buying so much merchandise of Marshall. Hang on, maybe if I turn the flash off, that'll...

...oh my. Alright, back to my $40 TracFone cellphone camera.

Well, that's... better. Still not the results I was hoping for, but it'll have to do. In any case, this is a brand new item I found recently at a Meijer. I suppose this is what we'll get from now on, instead of those True Metal vehicles? Admittedly, I thought "Pup Squad" was something specifically for The Mighty Movie, but I see the merchandise is carrying on with that branding. I don't think they've actually said pup squad in the TV series, unless it was mentioned somewhere in the Mighty Movie (I still haven't seen it, so I've no idea).

One last item, which is...

...a common Marshall figurine and his firetruck? Wait, don't I own one already? Ah, I do... but I found a bunch of these at a flea market for $2.50, so I thought it'd be fun to have one in its original, undamaged, unopened packaging! Admittedly, I was hoping it was one of the first toys of him released back in 2013, but the copyright info instead says it's from 2019. Ah well, it still looks rather nice!

Of course... it'll look much better without that big sticker. Geez, did they have to make it so big? Stickers like that tend to be difficult to remove, since they come apart so easy and leave sticky residue.

Thankfully, I was able to get it off just fine, due to taking my time and whatnot. It pretty much looks good as new now! Of course, now I just need to find a spot for it...

...Someday.

...Eventually.

Oh, speaking of finding a spot for something...

My aunt recently gave me this small display case, and I thought about incorporating it somewhere in my collection. Perhaps I can use it to house some of my favorite and/or rare pieces of merchandise, like that hard-to-find Christmas ornament from 2016? It's kind of big, so I've no idea where I can put it yet, but I'll find a spot for it...

...Someday.

...Eventua- okay, I'll try to find a spot for it before the third movie releases in 2026, I swear! lol

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kimbapisnotsushi · 1 year

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you seem to have a good read on HQ and your takes are great, so i have a question...and if you'd rather not go there, please ignore this! but i see oikawa get called "arrogant" quite often and i'm curious, would you say he is? what is it that makes people think that? imo he has a plenty of flaws, but i truly don't think arrogance is one of them. self-centered, sure, but not arrogant i think. i'm open to being wrong, i'm just legit so confused by that particular criticism, it makes me doubting my reading comprehension. i feel like that one post that's like "free my man, he didn't do that. he did a lot of other stuff tho" LOL. if you do answer this, then thanks for your time!

oh, dear anon. this is a very very big question and i'm honored you think i am capable of providing an answer that does it justice!! i don't consider myself an oikawa expert by far, but i'll do my best because he's still very beloved to me, and i hope whatever i say helps!

(but also - maybe take what i say with a grain of salt LMAO)

anyways, to get the main point out of the way: i completely agree that oikawa isn't arrogant! i actually haven't seen any commentary about that myself (bless!!!), so i can't say for sure why some people might think that, but my guess is that they think his pridefulness = arrogance — they think that the confidence he has in himself and seijoh contributes nothing to their actual power and is utterly meaningless if they don't win, especially in the face of ushijima. which, like, come on. what kind of captain would he be if he wasn't confident in himself and his teammates? is he supposed to tell them that they're going to lose??? is he supposed to discourage their hard work and effort???

or maybe it's because oikawa acts like he's all that, but doesn't have anything to show for it. who does he think he is? what does he think his pride is worth? what right does he have to go around making grand declarations when he has nothing to his name?

(which isn't entirely true, either, but we'll get into that, promise.)

now, do i think that he can, occasionally, be flippant, shallow, and/or petty? yeah, sure. he's got one hell of a personality about it. even iwaizumi says as much. oikawa is great at being a little shit. it's one of my favorite things about him!

but is oikawa genuinely arrogant, or self-centered? well . . . i don't think so.

see, here's the thing about oikawa: he knows he's good, but he doesn't think he's good enough. i think it'd be easiest to really explain what that meant if we broke this down into two separate parts, so let's give it a go, shall we?

(buckle up, friends, because it's about to get LONG. also: TIMESKIP SPOILERS!! and there's a tldr at the start of the tags because. WOW.)

so, first things first: if people are calling oikawa arrogant, then i'm like 99% sure that they don't actually know what the word "arrogant" means.

"arrogant" is used to describe someone full of themselves. it's used to describe someone conceited and pompous. it's used to describe someone so assured of and invested in their self-importance that they don't care for other people, and if it seems like they do, then it's usually wildly off the mark and still serves to inflate their own egos.

oikawa has never once been like that. he's been pretty much the exact opposite, in fact.

and yeah, sure, by his third year of high school, he knows he's good at volleyball, and that's fine! it's perfectly all right to claim you're good at something if you have the skills/experience to back it up. confidence is healthy as long as it isn't in overabundance, and we actually see a lot of this throughout the series!

(not to mention that this was where ushijima fell short. he was overflowing with confidence. he did not believe, for even a single second, that hinata shouyou and his meager, scrappy little flock of crows could beat him.

but oikawa? he knew. he knew what it looked like to make something bloom.)

the key to oikawa's confidence that made him better was that he could pinpoint others' strengths and weaknesses just as well as he could with his own. and (bear with me, please, i might get kind of boring here bc it's nothing that hasn't been said in the manga before) i don't mean it in the way we see the coaches or more analytical players do, as observations to be taken advantage of by everyone else; i mean that in the sense of how vital it is to his position as a setter. that was always the biggest difference between oikawa and kageyama: no matter how much more raw talent kageyama had, no matter how much better oikawa believed him to be, kageyama, especially in the beginning, struggled to do what oikawa could with a team. kageyama struggled to bring out the best in each player. and it wasn't because he didn't know how -- oikawa freely admitted that kageyama had the skill for it, that kageyama, once he got his shit together, could win against him -- it was because kageyama didn't have that same confidence in himself.

(not until much later, anyways. but that's another story, for another time.)

so, oikawa's confident. he knows he's good. he can bring out the best in each player. he's got a killer serve (and a killer smile!), a mind for tactics that borders on machievallianism, and cherishes the trust he is given like it's something precious. his coaches let him lead without leaning on them. his team has the utmost respect and admiration for him. he has a reputation. from karasuno to shiratorizawa to the whole of miyagi -- there is not a single character who knows oikawa tooru and would believe that he is, in any way, bad at volleyball.

but it's not enough. despite all of that, oikawa still doesn't think he's good enough. and that, friends, brings us to the second point.

oikawa tooru is nothing if not passionate.

so were the others, of course. kageyama kept going after his grandfather's death. hinata kept going while being a nobody from nowhere with no one to back him up. atsumu kept going while osamu didn't. it's not even about just those who went pro -- kenma, kuroo, noya, and everyone else found things that they were passionate about and kept going with it. the entire story revolves around loving what you do and trying to keep that love alive, and, sometimes, that can be really, really difficult when it seems like it doesn't love you back.

oikawa was so insecure over kageyama to the point where he nearly decked the poor kid. oikawa got crushed by ushijima-- who kept telling him that his team was not good enough, that his choices were not good enough, that there was nothing good enough to be proud of -- for years in a row. oikawa was taught that there would always be someone better than him no matter how skilled he was, but if he let that stop him then he didn't fucking belong on the court in the first place.

oikawa tooru is intimately acquainted with not being good enough, but he keeps trying to be. he keeps going. he tries to keep the love alive even if he's not loved back. he pushes and practices and takes a plane far from home to become even better. even if he doesn't have the skill, even if he doesn't have the talent, even if he doesn't have the love -- he still has his pride. and what does that mean, in the end? how far does that take him?

in the end, oikawa tooru walks across a world stage and sees people who believed in him on the other side and calls it a family reunion. in the end, he gets to play the volleyball that reminds him of why he loves it and how it gives him so much love back. in the end, his pride is unyielding and unbreakable, a product of the forge. he molded it with his own two hands. he will not let it falter so easily.

arrogance would not have taken oikawa tooru this far. i hope this has proven that he is anything but.

remember: instinct is something you polish. talent is something you make bloom. and never, ever let anyone else tell you what your pride is worth.

#tldr: oikawa 's confident in himself but (believing that there will always be someone more talented) is always striving to become better #ANYWAYS #i know this one's a bit different from the itachiyama post where i analyzed each panel but like #that was REALLY hard to do for this one since there were so many good ones i could use!!!#so i ended up just smashing 2-3 panels together that i thought were best representative of each point i wanted to talk about #and then just diving deep into the whole thing #if i had done it the first way we would have been here FOREVER #literally that's why it took so long i kept deleting and rewriting and going 'holy shit how the fuck do i write this'#'how can ANYTHING i possibly say do justice to oikawa tooru'#i hope i did a good job and i hope this helped anon!!!#i genuinely think this is the most insane thing i have ever written so thanks for that i guess #oikawa tooru #haikyuu #haikyuu!!#haikyuu meta #sou says stuff

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Kissing Booth Ep. 5 – Homesick and crying during their trainee days, Jisung crawls naked into Chenle's bed.

‘Kissing Booth’ is a fictional podcast hosted by boyfriends Chenle and Jisung. In it they discuss love, sex and relationships. This Kissing Booth Tumblr series is excerpts from the couple's most sexual conversations on the show.

EPISODE 5: HOMESICK

Jisung: We got a question from a listener.

Chenle: Oh I love those!

Jisung: “Hi Kissing Booth. A couple of episodes ago you mentioned how Chenle used to sneak into Jisung's dorm room when you were trainees. I think I speak for anyone when I ask, can you please tell us more about that? Or would SM end your show if you did?”

Chenle: Hah! I think it's crazy that they haven't ended it already.

Jisung: Yeah… I can't believe they're still letting us do this. But I guess we'll share and see what happens.

Chenle: Whoever sent that question, if the show ends it's your fault.

Jisung: That's unfair, this isn't the worst story we've ever told.

Chenle: You have a specific time in mind?

Jisung: No, I mean in general. During those days we didn't really do anything that bad, did we? I mean, we never had sex before we started dating, and that was years later.

Chenle: True. I do remember a specific time though. And that time it wasn't me sneaking into your bed. You remember you went through a pretty rough time for a while?

Jisung: I try to forget. I haven't thought about that time in my life for a while. I'm happy now. We're happy.

Chenle: Yeah, but I still feel bad about how you felt back then. Actually, we were just talking about this the other day.

Jisung: I was young, away from home, scared. I wasn't lonely but I got homesick really easily back then.

Chenle: You still do. But now you are home, that's the difference. When we were trainees it didn't feel like home yet. It felt like we were away at camp or something.

Jisung: How would you know what camp feels like? You grew up rich and spoilt!

Chenle: Our trainee days was my camp experience.

Jisung: Your mom moved with you though. Your family bought a house in Korea just to be with you! You can't compare that to regular kids going to some summer camp or something.

Chenle: Maybe not, but I feel like I can relate.

Jisung: I'm sure you can't. But whatever. I think I know what time you're getting at now…

Chenle: We had a long weekend off. The others went away to see their own families. Mark and Haechan were still around because they had 127 practice, but none of the other dreamies were in the dorm.

Jisung: Yeah, and you had your mom living with you in the city.

Chenle: But that weekend I stayed in the dorm. You were homesick, I didn't want you to be alone.

Jisung: We were alone in the dorm. You were on your phone. I was trying to sleep.

Chenle: But you couldn't?

Jisung: No, I was actually feeling kind of sad.

Chenle: Yes, this is the time I was thinking of. You were super sad. I think you'd been crying.

Jisung: I… Yeah, not gonna lie, I had been crying.

Chenle: I'm so sorry I didn't realize at the time.

Jisung: Don't worry. You were already there for me just by being in the room.

Chenle: Though clearly that wasn't enough… Wanna tell our listeners what happened?

Jisung: You tell it.

Chenle: *smirks* I'd love to!

Jisung: Wow, stop right there, don't make me look bad okay?

Chenle: What? How could I? You're the sweetest in this story! I think this was the day I fell in love with you.

Jisung: Pfft! That's not true. But whatever, go on, what happened?

Chenle: So, I was on my phone in bed, …

Jisung: Wearing nothing but your underwear and a t-shirt I might add.

Chenle: Are you telling this or am I?

Jisung: …

Chenle: So, Jisung, the cutie I love so much, had just tried to cry himself to sleep and I hadn't even noticed.

Jisung: Mm-hmm.

Chenle: Shut up.

Jisung: Sorry, go on.

Chenle: He was feeling down, and he suddenly got out of bed. I clearly remember because unlike me he wasn't wearing a t-shirt. Just his underwear.

Jisung: You couldn't keep your eyes off me!

Chenle: Oh my god, will you let me tell the story?

Jisung: Sorry babe.

Chenle: So yeah, he got out of bed half naked and walked toward me. I put down my phone and looked at him – and yes, before you interrupt me, I was totally checking you out!

Jisung: So fucking horny before I even got there.

Chenle: Well, it wasn't the first time we shared a bed. I knew what you came over for. Anyway, you crawled into bed with me.

Jisung: We lay close together. You were actually still on your phone at the time. I felt like you were ignoring me at first.

Chenle: I wasn't ignoring you babe. I was just scared. We were so young a d inexperienced. Besides, did you want comfort or sex? I wasn't completely sure.

Jisung: We hadn't had sex at the time though.

Chenle: No, but you already knew I desperately wanted to. I was so turned on by you.

Jisung: Yeah, and when I got in your bed that time you were already horny.

Chenle: Of course I was! I'd just seen your sexy body walk toward me.

Jisung: You thought I was sexy back then? I was so scrawny.

Chenle: Ehm, you've always been the sexiest person I've ever seen. I was so turned on by you! You think I was just on my phone, in my own world, but in reality I was thinking about you the whole time, long before you got out of bed. If you hadn't come to me I would probably have come to you.

Jisung: Hey you didn't put the phone down when I came.

Chenle: No. I was too nervous. I wanted to pretend to be cool and casual.

Jisung: You failed. In that moment I thought you were cold and distant.

Chenle: Whatever dude.

Jisung: But you saved the day. To be fair you did put the phone down once I touched you.

Chenle: I'm glad we agree that you're the one who came on to me first. I thought you'd argue with me on that.

Jisung: No, I was definitely the one to come on to you that day, I can't deny that.

Chenle: And I'm so glad you did. We were so young and naive.

Jisung: Yeah but it also wasn't our first time being intimate. I knew what I wanted and I think you did too.

Chenle: I did. So, you crawled into my bed all naked and horny, and I immediately became horny too. But I could tell you'd been crying. So I held you, and my heart really felt bad for you.

Jisung: I remember that moment so clearly too. Maybe that's the moment when I fell in love with you too.

Chenle: Oh please, you were in love with me from the first time we met!

Jisung: Well, I was always into you. But I wouldn't say it was love.

Chenle: It was love. You loved me.

Jisung: Fine, I've always loved you babe, despite how rich and spoilt and selfish you were back then.

Chenle: That's unfair!

Jisung: I'm only joking babe. When you held me that day, I really did feel loved.

Chenle: And then… this is the part I love and why I brought up this story… you started crying.

Jisung: Yeah, I did. I hate to admit that.

Chenle: Don't worry. It was a really important moment to me. You burried your head in my shoulder and started bawling your eyes out. It was the most heartbreaking, sweetest moment I have ever experienced. You came to me in your time of need, and that meant so much to me.

Jisung: You were the only one around, I'd choose anyone else if I could…

Chenle: Fuck you! I'm supposed to be the selfish one who puts you down, remember?

Jisung: *laughs* I might call you a rich snob all the time, but you're really not. I know that you know that I don't really think that of you.

Chenle: I know. I love you babe.

Jisung: I love you too. But hey, the question was a bit vague. I'm sure a sob story is not what our listeners want. They want to know what happened during our trainee days sexually. Should we get to that point already?

Chenle: Yeah yeah, I'm getting there. So Jisung is in my bed, in only his underwear, bawling his eyes out. And we're both horny as fuck. We've jerked each other off before at this point, but this time felt different.

Jisung: You always knew how to make me feel better.

Chenle: Yeah. You wanna tell them? How did I do it this time?

Jisung: Well, as we were laying there, you touched me. I still remember your hand on my stomach. But then you went down…

Chenle: Yeah, and you were so fucking horny.

Jisung: So were you! Again, don't try to pin it on me.

Chenle: You're right, I'm the one who stuck my hand in. I knew you wanted me to take care of you.

Jisung: I wanted you to fuck me like I was your boyfriend.

Chenle: But we weren't at that time.

Jisung: No, we weren't. And what you did was almost as good. Maybe better. I just needed a friend.

Chenle: You were my friend.

Jisung: And I'm thankful for that. You know, I think that night might have been when I fell in love with you.

Chenle: Oh please, you were just horny. So hard. When I touched you, you kissed me. And we made out.

Jisung: Exactly. I wanted you so bad, but not just sexually. Then you started to feel me up and sat up and took off your shirt!

Chenle: Yes, and you took off your underwear, so…

Jisung: So did you though. We both got naked so fast.

Chenle: For like the millionth time. I really miss that time, the trainee days, when getting naked together was forbidden. It felt so thrilling.

Jisung: It wasn't the millionth time. It wasn't the first either, but we were usually never alone together. The reason this time was so special was not just because I was so sad, but because we actually had the whole dorm to ourselves. Mark and Haechan didn't sleep there that night.

Chenle: Yeah, where the hell were they?

Jisung: That had 127 practice. Or something. I'm actually not sure, I think maybe they slept in the 127 dorm? It feels so long ago, it's all a fuss.

Chenle: I guess. The point is, you and I were young, maybe in love though we hadn't realized it at the time, naked in bed together, horny as fuck, and your eyes were red from all the crying. I wanted you so desperately and you just needed a realease to take your mind off things.

Jisung: And that's exactly what you gave me. I forget how mature you are nowadays. In this story I'm the weak one and you're the hero. It's usually the other way around.

Chenle: Whatever dude.

Jisung: Ahh, but I do remember us together that night so clearly. We found each other's dicks. We jerked each other off. You came first. Then you made me come so hard. Maybe it was the sadness and the feeling of you caring for me and loving me at least as a friend, but you made me bust so hard. And we had the place to ourselves, so this was the first time I can remember that I actually felt unrestricted. I remember I was on my back looking at the ceiling when you made me orgasm.

Chenle: I don't think I've told you this, but this was actually the first time I saw someone else's cum.

Jisung: What?

Chenle: It's true. That's the reason I brought this story up. It was the first time I saw another man… unload.

Jisung: But… we made each other come many times before this day…

Chenle: Yeah, but always in secret, always hidden under a blanket or something.

Jisung: I've never thought about that. I'm pretty sure I saw yours before.

Chenle: Well, I'm sure I hadn't. I'm serious. You were sad and all and that's important to this story, that's why it was so memorable, but I will never forget the day precisely because I had never seen someone else come before.

Jisung: Huh. That's interesting. I always knew you never made Lea come…

Chenle: Shut up! I was talking about sperm! Girls don't count.

Jisung: You've never seen a girl orgasm.

Chenle: I have!

Jisung: Porn doesn't count.

Chenle: Whatever dude.

Jisung: Anyway, the point is you made me feel good that day. I wasn't as sad after that moment. And, we fell in love with each other.

Chenle: We did. Yet we didn't date during that time.

Jisung: No… That happened years later.

Chenle: So did we answer the question?

Jisung: I don't even remember what the question was.

Chenle: You brought it up! “Can you tell us more about how you used to sneak into each other's rooms?”

Jisung: Oh, right! We never actually snuck into each other's rooms. We already shared a room. We snuck into each other's beds.

Chenle: And by the time we got our own rooms we didn't need to sneak.

Jisung: No, by then we were already dating. It sometimes amazes me how far we've come.

Chenle: We're role models for an openly gay Korea.

Jisung: Yeah, I guess.

Chenle: By the way, how come you didn't go home like the others that day?

Jisung: My family were all out of town. I think I've convinced myself that what happened was that the weekend off wasn't planned. We weren't expecting to be off. But I don't think that's true. We knew about it in advance, I just didn't communicate well and took my family for granted. When the time came, they weren't available and had good reasons for it. I told them not to worry, and didn't want to bother them.

Chenle: That's why I love you so much. You always care so much about the people around you. I'm just a selfish jerk.

Jisung: No you're not. You're such a sweetie.

Chenle: I'm your sweetie.

Jisung: Yes, you are. Though the way you just sad that maybe proves that you're not. You are the selfish one. You only let me crawl into your bed because you were horny.

Chenle: Well fuck you!

Jisung: *smirks* Anytime babe. Anytime.

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fedorah-the-explorah · 10 months

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fan fiction ideaaaaaaaaaa! ❤️

Shadowsan has to trust chief with his life during a caper, and Carmen knows that it’s like the only way to save some sort of artifact or something like that, but she doesn’t trust chief whatsoever, due to the trauma that cheif did kill Carmen’s biological father, so Carm is like super scared and worried for Dadowsan.

I just thought it was a good idea, something that could be used later on for you, but it’s like your choice if you actually want chief to make a mistake and then something happens to shadowsan, and then Carmen is like super pissed…….like dangerously pissed………but it’s totally up to you if you want to make it a happy ending or a sad ending lol 😘😘😘

your amazing and tysm for all you do for this fandom, your pretty awesome and I see ur stuff all the time, you are a writing genius pretty much lolll ❤️

Omg stop it, I'll cry right now-- that was such a kind thing to say about my writing. It really made my day ❤️

Anyways, here ya go! It's not very long and I'm not sure it's quite what you had in mind, but I'm happy with it. This takes place post series.

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She was a light stepper, but that's never meant much to him. He raised her from infancy; he knew her presence well.

"Are you going to lurk there all day," he asked, "Or are you going to say hello?"

He turned around, abandoning the task of polishing his newly--and legally-- acquired swords. Carmen glanced at him wordlessly, contributing nothing. She was sullen as stared down at the hotel room's desk, absently running her fingers along the surface. Her lips were slightly pursed and her eyebrows were drawn. He recognized the look well, and seeing it, he may as well have been picked up by the scruff and placed back in time twelve years.

Black Sheep had never been much of a reticent child, but when she wanted something she knew they wouldn't allow, she took her time to work up the will to ask. She would become silent and broody, and Shadowsan always found it amusing how transparent children could be.

"Is there something you want?"

She glared down at the desk, fingers drawing still. He folded his hands behind his back as he waited on her.

"...Let me come with you." She said.

"No."

"Shadowsan."

"You are in no condition," He said, nodding to her arm in a cast. "How did that even happen?"

"I don't want to talk about it." She muttered.

He hummed and made a mental note to ask Player about it later.

"I thought you were out of the game," She said, "What changed?"

He looked at her, eyebrows raised. "I could ask the same of you. Why are you here, Carmen?"

She snorted. "I'm only partly retired. You know I can't sit still."

He considered this. He nodded.

"Point."

"Why are you doing this, Shadowsan? What happened to living a normal life?"

"This operation hits close to home. Various museums around the country have been the targets of often violent robberies. ACME Intel indicates that Matsumoto could be next."

"'Could be,' huh? Give me and Player two hours and we'll get you definite answers."

He frowned at her, eyes narrowing.

"What is this about, child?"

"I'm not a child." She muttered.

He rolled his eyes. "Forgive an old man for his habits."

She turned away from him.

"Carmen."

She stared at the floor, shoulders held stiffly with tension.

He pressed again. "What is bothering you?"

She huffed. "It's just..."

She trailed off, her fists clenching as she spun back around.

"...Why do you have to work with her?!"

He blinked, somewhat taken aback. That's what this was about? She'd come all the way to Japan just to plead with him against working with ACME's chief...? He thought her issue with the Chief had been long resolved, was there something he was missing?

"I mean, what's it even about? Chief doesn't do field work! That's weird! And why couldn't you have partnered with literally anyone else? Fuck! You, Zack, and Ivy have tons of experience working together. You could have worked with Jules, or Devineaux, or even Zari! I don't trust it."

He grunted. "I would not work with that French idiot even if my life depended on it."

"Why her?"

He hummed. "I imagine it has to do with me being ex-VILE. It would make sense if she wanted to make sure of my allegiances herself."

"That's ridiculous. She has both Zack and Ivy's word. If she trusts them then she should trust you."

"ACME's chief is a cautious woman."

"Oh, really. Wasn't very cautious of her when she pulled a gun on my father."

Oh.

Okay. He understood now.

"Are you worried she's going to..?"

She hugged herself, suddenly looking very unsure of herself.

"No... Yes. Maybe... I don't know. Just let me come with you..?"

He sighed heavily and approached her. He put a hand on her shoulder and waited for her to look at him.

"I will be fine," He assured her, "I've been in and out of this game for a long time. Even if she does try anything-- which I know she won't-- I am perfectly capable of defending myself."

"I know, but--"

"--Have you been doing okay?"

"...What?"

"Have you been doing okay? You know I am happy to have you here, but I must admit that I'm worried about you. You flew all the way here, and for what? To accuse a woman you yourself have worked with of plotting something insidious? It's uncharitable, and I hate to say it, but incredibly irrational."

She pulled away from him.

"I'm fine." She insisted, "God, you and Player sound exactly alike."

"Player is an intelligent young man."

She rolled her eyes. "Alright, fine, whatever. Maybe I'm being unfair, but you'll have to excuse me if I trust a little less after all the shit I've been through."

She swallowed harshly and swiped at her eyes. He watched her silently, a dull ache in his throat and a stabbing desire in his heart to vanish anything that troubled her.

"Perhaps I should move closer to you, I--"

"What? No. Shadowsan, that's-- No. You're finally back with your brother, you don't have to--"

"--I don't have a responsibility to Hideo, Carmen. You're like a daughter to me, and if you're struggling--"

"--I'm not struggling."

"It's okay if you are."

"Well, I'm not. And it's fine. I have Player. You don't have to uproot your entire life for me."

He smiled ruefully. Of course she wouldn't understand, it wasn't her job to.

Back in the beginning, years and years ago, he'd never been one to care much about anything. Life had not been kind to him, and so he was not kind to others. But it was in those early days, the first few sleepless nights before the nannies showed up, that he found himself actually concerned about somebody else. Holding the child, wishing desperately that she would just go the fuck to sleep, he came to reckon with his role in her life. He had, completely and irrevocably, changed the course of her entire life. She was his responsibility, and it wasn't about him anymore. Anything he'd ever do would have to be for her. This was the burden he shouldered.

(he'd choose this burden time and time again.)

"I uprooted your entire life, are you sure you don't want to return the favor?"

She snorted, a small smile that she tried to fight gracing her lips.

"I want you to reconnect with your brother."

"And I want to make sure you're happy."

"I am happy, Shadowsan. I just... have a lot going on." Her voice sort of hitched at the end, and ouch. It pained him to see her like this.

She shuffled closer to him and he recognized the action for what it was. Even as a child, she could never bring herself to ask for affection. She'd just kind of follow you around and stare up at you and wait until you got the message. The other three never quite caught on-- or, they did, and they opted to ignore her. Then there was Coach Brunt, and that was just... Ugh.

Understanding her need, he took her and held her close. She threw her arms around him, burying her face in his shoulder.

"I've just been so... weird lately."

"It's understandable after all you've been through."

"I can barely relax."

He had no good response to that. He pet her hair instead.

"I don't want to lose you."

"I know."

"...I um. You know that I love you, right?"

He smiled softly, quiet content spreading warm in his chest. He kissed the crown of her head.

"I know. I love you too."o

#carmen sandiego 2019 #carmen sandiego netflix #carmen sandiego #shadowsan #dadowsan #carmen sandiego fanfic #she broke her arm by falling off a roof to get a frisbee for one of the kids #she got distracted by another kid trying to climb onto the roof and whoopsie dasies #someone learned a valuable lesson about not doing stupid shit in front of children #but also now the kids know not to climb on the fucking roof lmao #okay i said i was happy with it but then i reread it and #blehhhh #not my best work but yolo #my tumblr exclusives are just like that #'s what happens when you write something in one sitting

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mejomonster · 2 months

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Okay so thai drama updates lol

1. I started We Are the Series. I have mixed opinions but: if you like slice of life college students its EXCELLENT. That is not my favorite story type personally, so i'm kind of on the fence regarding my own attention. But it is a wonderful show at doing what it intends to! It really feels like a big group of friends, like genuinely more like its about friends in college like some slice of life sitcom/regular life show, more than it feels like pure romance. To compare, I loved Theory of Love and liked Cooking Crush and loved Bad Buddy (which all have good friend relationships), but they didn't feel as friend focused. We Are has several romances going on - but! It feels more like a story of "these friends in college and here's their messy romantic lives!" Like Q is Peems best friend, and Q consistently and constantly acts like a protective best friend, while also clearly feeling platonic ONLY for him (if ur queer like me and have a platonic best friend u love then u know what i mean) like theyre super close queer guys while Also feeling like people like that feel as best friends.

Q has a crush on his mentee, but he's got his own personality and hangups so he's playing it pretty hidden - which comes off as incredibly natural behavior, like a real person with a crush, rather than forcing the character to do something Out Of Character for the sake of developing a romance. Peem is interesting, because he's the most trapped in "romance story tropes" with the whole fight Phun thing, slave to Phun except not much, power imbalance and bullying irritation. But the bullying and power play dynamics just piss Peem off - rather than starting a romance. And Peems the first person to make a move, to kiss once they're spending a day/night acting more equal. Letting us know: Peem likes guys, is already okay with that and with making moves, and like Phun may actually want to get to know him a bit now that theyre working out their fight disagreements. (Also as a note, Tan being so openly into Fang a guy makes the friendgroup seem like a bunch of queer friends, like Secret Crush on You or Only Friends, which is a subtle but nice way to establish whats normal for these friends. Toey too, seems a bit flirtatious with most of the guys, and they say he used to be bullied, and he also kind of adds this vibe of these are probably all queer guys who relate to each other in that way).

Like I said, Peem and Phums relationship is maybe the least natural feeling so far, just because theyre kind of being forced through the typical tropes to "develop" their relationship the most, whereas Q and Toey could just as easily not get together despite all thats going on between them - its really going to just depend on if THEY admit their feelings one day. Or Tan and Fang, who act the most like real couples ive known: people with crushes flirting real obvious and asking their crush out, crushes immediately saying yes (if it turns out well). Im sure Tan and Fang will have their relationship hurdles, but its refreshing they are developing like a regular real life relationship... and that we'll get to see them handle hurdles While Together like most real relationships do (rather than hurdles beforehand and Happy Ending once together as is the usual romance story plot). Like PatPran in Bad Buddy i partly loved so much because half the show is spent on them BEING a couple, their Our Skyy is still about them BEING a couple going through everyday relationship highs and lows and teamwork.

I love Tan. At first I felt the worst about him (lol) but now that Im used to the show's vibe, i think he MOST embodies the vibe of real people? And i think thats what the show is going for (also as the acting improves by ep 3, mostly all the characters feel like regular people - especially Q, and Toey once his past gets clearer). Like? Tan is embarrassing over a crush, loudspoken, impulsive about friends but also a good friend, sick of being the third wheel/less valued friend that both loves a lot of friends yet doesnt fully fit in wirh either group hes part of. And in real life he is the romantic option you might easily pick - he's honest about his feelings, friendly, offers to help and dedicate time to his loved ones, obvious in his feelings (doesnt lie or hide), and funny. Whereas Peen (who i think i like most), keeps his own feelings close to his chest and Wants to be in control of making moves, is a people pleaser so he might not show when hes upset or lie that hes fine. Or Q who, very much like many real people with a crush, gradually shows more interest and care but is scared to SHOW his feelings, reveal he cares, or change the relationship and let someone new closer to him.

So yeah. Im on episode 6. I think Peem and Phums actor's best couple (in terms of i had so much fucking fun watching) was Never Let Me Go, since Peems actor was gay batman and Phuns was a bodyguard, it was action heavy and rich boy/poor boy but Really Hammed Up, and it was dangerous like 3 Will Be Free levels, and political. But for slice of life gene? We Are is excellent at feeling comfortable, realistic, and kind to your heart. Low stakes, people that are relatable and make silly realistic messes.

2. Started Only Friends. As usual I love Khaotung and need to go finish watching The Eclipse asap. Its not quite what I expected. I realize I'm a ton like Mew and have no idea what to do with that fucking information. What I can say is, seeing Mew speak his boundaries so upfront and say his opinions on books (relationships in fiction) and say his hesitance to let people close until he can check if theyre trustworthy? His asking Top to stop dating and restart the courting phase, to be 'like friends' with physical boundaries for a while? His basic ass checklist for a partner, that despite being basic healthy standards is so hard to check? Lmao hes meeeee ToT. I dont think they wrote him as demisexual or demiromantic (at least i cant make that judgement by ep 2 where im at), but i am and my needs to start a relationship are a fuckton similar - i need months to get to know someone with no sexy touching, i need to determine if i feel anything (or could if given more time) and if i trust them, i tell people that kind of upfront shit Mew said during the first night with Top. And frankly its comforting to see Mew not immediately get dropped/ignored for doing those things. In my experience, ive definitely had ppl lose interest as soon as they realized i genuinely needed some time to get to know a person before dating. Ive definitely had the fear in the past that if i say any shit like Mew says, even tho its true, that any potential partner will be annoyed and go find someone without those needs.

Now does Mew go too far? Well? Lmao he does kind of want his cake, despite not wanting Top to have it, what with stealing kisses then saying no kisses if Top wants to start them, or testing Top without really telling Top some bare minimum info of like "i want us to get to know each other a certain amount then ill let you know if i like you etc" so at least his partner would know if theyre looking at a timeframe of a year or less, or if Mews just enjoying seeing how long Top will persist until he decides Mew isnt worth the effort if Mew isnt even courting him back (and i do, lowkey, think Mew is playing a power game. Hes not making an effort to meet Tops friends, or take Top on any dates Top might personally prefer, which makes it feel like Mew is pushing to see how much Top will GIVE for even the hope of Mew. Maybe Mew is self sabotaging, and doesnt really believe Top will love him and want a long term relationship, so hes making it hard on Top and not doing anything - like just some pursuit of Top emotionally - to see how long until Top abandons Mew like Mew expects him to. Maybe Mew just finds being in control of the entire relationship hot, and wants to play with a playboys feelings. Or maybe he does really want to see if they fall in love, and just is comfortable putting in less effort than Top since hes not crushing yet or inexperienced in dating and doesnt realize hes not really being equal in effort. (I tend to put somewhat equal effort into getting to know ppl ToT even if im not sure ill like them for a long while).

Or, even, Mew is acting fine as far as Tops shown/told him but Top isnt really confronting Mew about when Mew sets double standards, when maybe the easier thing (on both of them emotionally and honestly) would be if he did. You know how it is lol: rationally, its not fair for Mew to get to physically flirt if Top gets scolded, and Top could just tell Mew to stop doing it until theyre in a relationship. But Top probably enjoys the crumbs of physicality hes getting from Mew, so even though its unfair, hed rather receive it even if Mew holds hin to a different standard.

Mew and Tops relationship is interesting. Also, again, I love Khaotung to pieces. Boston is also interesting, i want to know more about him.

#lb #only friends the series #we are the series

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chaotic-and-mentally-ill · 3 months

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So, Ducktales x Cult of the Lamb, am I right?

Ok it's not actually a Ducktales x Cult of the Lamb au, it's more of a weird Mickey and friends Cult of the Lamb au, but it mostly focuses on the duck triplets.

(Huey, Dewey, and Louie)

I, sadly, don't have a whole lot of art for this au yet mostly cause i'm still figuring out how to draw all the characters, so bare with me cause this is gonna be a long text post until I have art I can/am willing to share.

TLDR;

Cult of the Lamb au but make it Ducktales/Mickey and friends because i've been watching Ducktales and recently got back into Cult of the Lamb again. I'll mostly be focusing on Louie for this au sense I have the best grasp on his character as of right now, but others will show up.

Sense Louie is the main focus, Louie with be the one taking on the role of The Lamb for this au, meaning he will bare the crown.

(But that doesn't mean I haven't thought about the "what if" of if Huey or Dewey got it instead.)

Cult of the Duck

So, before I really get to this I need to explain one very important detail:

All the ducks? Yea, they're dead. All expect Louie of course. (or one of the other triplets but we'll get to that later). This, of course, means Donald, Della, Scrooge, his brothers, and frankly and other duck within the series are, well, gone.

Like the lamb, Louie as the last of his kind. There are no other ducks. He has no one to protect him, and no one to protect. He is completely and utterly alone.

So when he's sent to be sacrificed in order to prevent the "prophecy", there was not much he could do. Sure, it was absolutely terrifying! No one wants to be sacrificed, and he was damn well sure that "prophecy" was bogus!

"Come closer, little duckling, for I still need you. I will grant you back your life, in return, I ask for a cult in my name. Do we have a deal?"

But as he looked up to the Bishops, gods amongst the people, those who always knew what was right, those who should not be questioned, as all he could do was bow his head and squeeze his eyes tight, hearing his heart beat agents his ribs as he prayed.

But when no pain had arrived, curiosity got the best of him as he opened his eyes and looked up. It was so bright.

Something beckoned him forward, and he followed. A voice gently assured to him as he made his way forward.

And with new found life, Louie escapes with the help of one of Oswald's children, a previous vessel to The One Who Waits.

And the story continues as per usual from there with one of Oswald's kids taking the place of Ratau (at least until I think of someone better). The first follower to be saved by Louie would be Max, who after this point is pretty darn loyal.

Louie, at first, is pretty upset about having to work and build the cult in the first place. He wasn't used to doing so much hard work, nor did he enjoy it very much. But, it was better then basically every thing else he'd been through, so he'd learn to tolerate it.

After some time of going on crusades (which, frankly, he hates more), he'd get a pretty good flow going between growing the cult and relaxation. He'd upgrade quickly, recruit (or as he'd call it; "Sweet talk") people, and find ways to make it so everyone could care for themselves so he'd have more time to relax.

Occasionally he'd go on crusades, but only if he absolutely needed to. (Food, supplies, gold, stuff like that.) He'd avoid the Bishops as long as he physically could, only caving when he didn't have a choice but to face them.

Sure, it be a heavy learning curve at first (learning to be selfless and what not for the sake of the cult), but eventually he'd be a pretty decent leader. His favorite days are when the whole cult (also known as his "community") would take one big break and not work at all, but he also enjoyed the days where everyone would hand him gold and/or do all the work for him. Because man does he hate having to do hard work. And yes, he's still the greedy, money loving guy we all know and love.

He'd often have Max be the one looking over the "community" when ever he leaves. Max would also probably be the tax collector and such considering he was the first follower and is the most loyal. Him and Max are close.

I can also see Louie marring many people, for tax purposes of course.

But what about the other 2? What would happen if they were given the crown instead?

Well, the sacrifice process may as well go the same. Oswald kid still takes Ratau place, Max still being the first follower and being loyal beyond belief, but that's likely where the similarities would end.

Dewey, being the prideful and adventures guy he is, would absolutely LOVE crusades. Sure, he'd love his cult and would enjoy being around them, but he would be nowhere NEAR where Louie would be in growth in the same time frame. He'd spend far to much time doing crusades and fighting monsters or even the bishops. Tbh I can see him taking out the most amount of bishops in the shortest amount of time out of all his brothers (with Louie taking the longest).

He'd probably come back to a hungry, angry followers because he'd be gone so long thanks to his crusades, which would inevitably lead to a LOT of damage control after. Would he ever learn? Probably not.

That's basically all I got for now, still a lot of stuff to work through and think about, but it's a neat idea that's been plaguing my mind for the past few days.

Huey on the other hand would spend an equal amount of time on crusades and with his cult. He'd most likely have everything under control from the get go. Plus, he now has a healthy way of letting out "The Duke of Messes" via crusades. Occasionally he'd have to preform damage control, especially with any new stubborn followers, but for the most part everyone is happy and capable of functioning orderly with or without him (mostly due to his schedules). Let's be honest, he's just glad people are finally listening to him.

His cult would probably embrace nature to it's finest, tents and all. It would probably be more put together and more advance then Dewey in most regards, but not nearly as advanced as Louie.

In other words: Louie is basically running a really weird town, Huey is running a camp, and Dewey is uh- doing his best.

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diet-lyctor · 1 year

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Something I'd really like to know about John is how he got the God moniker.

Like, he resurrected a ton of people and taught them things that nobody else knew. It's not unreasonable to think some of them created a religion around that. So my main question is, did he do this on purpose, was it a joke that got out of hand, or completely an accident?

He's so hard to get a read on as a character since all of the accounts of the Resurrection are so biased and skewed. We know most of what he's done and have gotten conflicting accounts of why he did most of it. He swears up and down that he did everything as best he could and was just really really terrible at it, while Mercy and Augustine are more certain he did most things maliciously. But mostly what I wanna focus on is the God thing, because whichever one it was says a lot about who he is.

The first option, that he did that on purpose, is obviously egotistical as fuck. It's definitely the action of a man as cruel and controlling as Mercy and Augustine make him out to be.

The second option, that it was a joke, also feels kind of in line with his character so far. I could absolutely picture some newly resurrected person asking who he was and without thinking, drunk off destroying humanity and bringing it back and making a giant angry Barbie, John saying something like "well I guess I'm God now lol." And then it just goes from there, way out of his hands. He made one dumbass, ill-timed comment and it spiralled.

The idea of it being an accident is what intrigues me most, personally. That these newborn people all started hailing him as some ascended being and he either just went along with it immediately or went along with it after some frustration since they wouldn't stop. This is probably the most optimistic view of his character, sure, but I don't think it's unfounded. Personally I don't think all of his actions trying (and failing) to be a dad to Harrow were exclusively manipulation. I think he just kinda sucks.

All of these options paint him pretty differently I feel like. I wonder if we'll even get one of em confirmed (or, knowing how this series goes, A Secret Fourth Option will get confirmed).

#tlt #john gaius #cow wall #idk i just think hes neat #locked tomb

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fandomtherapy44 · 1 year

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castiel x reader

Summary: This story is from the perspective of Y/n Winchester. The sister Of Dean and Sam. We will be starting from season four since sadly we did not get Misha Collins as Castiel throughout the whole series. It will start off as a friendship, but it will grow more as the series goes on. I will be skipping some episodes even though they are great episodes they do not push the story forward. I am so excited to get to write this since they are not many Castiel X reader stories out there. Okay without further due Love War & Grace enjoy the Story.

Paring: Castiel X Reader

Word count: 5,854

Warnings: Some language, Typical Supernatural violence, Spoilers for season four of Supernatural, the boys being mean to y/n, love spells

Chapter seven: Sex and violence

Y/n's POV

I was on my way back from getting some coffee and doughnuts for my brothers and I because there was no way that we wouldn't stop for these anyway. So, I thought I might as well get it out of the way and save some time and let my brothers sleep as much as they could considering the last few weeks. I was also wondering how Cas was doing. I haven't seen him these last few weeks. I kind of wished I had, just being around him somehow makes me be calmer and that's important with the stressful job I have. I hope he didn't get in trouble for when he hesitated to knock me out or that he's not hurt when Alastair almost pulled a uno reverse on him. I wish he could have a damn phone so I'm not worrying half of the time.

As I open the motel room door, I make sure to be extra quiet to not wake Sam and Dean. I look to the beds and see Dean in one but not Sam. Then I hear his voice from the bathroom. “Yeah, that's what I'm telling you. No storms, no bad crops, nothing.” Demon signs? Who was he talking to this early in the morning? I was sure it was not Bobby because I knew he just got done with a pretty nasty werewolf case and was properly sleeping off the beer and coffee along with exhaustion. I try to stand still to not warn Sam then I hear sheets moving and look to see Dean awake listening to the same interesting conversation. “Yeah, okay. We'll keep looking. You keep looking too, OK? All right. Talk soon.”

Sam finished and was coming out of the bathroom. I ran back to the door to make it look like I had just got back and slammed the door loud. “Hey guys I got coffee and doughnuts for us.” I said placing the drinks and food down on the table trying to sound normal. They both kind of looked at it like I had just gotten a five-star steak meal. They both come over grabbing some joe and a pastry. “Thanks Y/n/n” Dean said, stuffing his face with sprinkles falling out as a result. “Yes, thank you Y/n” Sam replied, grabbing a cup of joe and got a half of a doughnut with him being a health nut and all. “So, were you both sleeping?” I asked, trying not to seem obvious. “Dean was, I was in the can.” “Really” Dean and I both replied.

“Yeah guys, you want me to draw you a picture?” “Nah We’ll pass I think.” I said sitting on the bed trying not to think about the secret convo in the bathroom. “Found a job. Bedford, Iowa. Guy beat his wife's brains out with a meat tenderizer.” Sam said, handing us a newspaper about the story. “Oh my gosh.” “And get this. Third local inside two months to gank his wife. No priors on any of 'em, all happily married.” “Once is sad and disturbing but three is a pattern.” I said looking at the man in the picture looking very happy with his now very dead wife. “Ahh. Sounds like Ozzie and Harriet.” Dean said, grabbing the newspaper from me. “More like The Shining.” Sam replied with a smirk. “All right, well I guess we'd better have a look.” Dean said moving to the bathroom to get ready for the day and me failing to not think about who the Hell was Sam talking to.

Currently we were sitting in the integration room with the man of the hour. He kept on ignoring eye contact like he was ashamed to look at us. “Why does the PD keep sending you guys? I already said I don't want a lawyer.” “They're lining up the firing squad.” Dean replied, staring the man in the eyes. “I'm pleading guilty.” He said back to us. “All right, look, you don't want us to represent you, that's fine. In fact it's probably not a bad idea, between you and me. We just wanna understand what happened, that's all.” “Mr. Benson. Please.” I said trying a softer approach with him. “What happened was, I killed my wife. You wanna know why? Because she made plans without asking me.” Well, there is another reason to not to date. “Now when it happened, how did you feel? Disoriented, out of control?” Sam asked. “Like something was telling you or possessed you to do it?” I said. “I knew exactly what I was doing. I was crystal clear.” He replied with no stuttering, it was chilling. “Then why'd you, do it?” Dean asked. “I don't know. I loved her. We were happy.” I brought some papers out on the table of his bank statements and tapped on them. “For a man who loved his wife you were sure spending a lot of secret money on 'M & C Entertainment'.” “I don't know what you're talking about.” Come on dude you murdered your wife the least you can do is tell the truth.

“It means you were dropping fifties on some nude entertainment.” “We just wanna know the truth, Mr. Benson.” Sam added in. “Her name was Jasmine.” Like the Disney princess? “She was a stripper?” Sam questioned. “Dude, her name was Jasmine.” Dean said matter of factly. “I didn't mean for it to happen, I don't like to go to strip bars. My buddy was having a bachelor party, and there she was. She came right up to me. And...I dunno, she was just...perfect. Everything that I wanted.” “Well, you pay enough, and anybody will be anything.” Dean said and he was not wrong. “It wasn't about the money. It wasn't even about the sex. It was...I dunno. I....I don't know what it was. It's hard to explain.” It sounds like this man was down bad for this princess. “And your wife found out?” I asked curious. “No, she never had a clue.” “Then why'd you kill her?” “For Jasmine. She said we would be together forever. If...if only Vicki was…” Dead, damn whatever this is it really wants to be the only woman. “Afterwards, me and Jasmine were supposed to meet, and she never showed. I don't know where she lives, I don't know her last name, I don't even know her real first name! I'm an idiot.” He is but this was not all his fault I have inkling that something else was at play than good sex. “And you didn't think to tell this to the cops?” Sam questioned. “What for? The stripper didn't do it, I did it. And I know what I deserve. The judge doesn't give me the death sentence, I'll just do it myself.”

Sam and I are going to go talk to the head doctor to hopefully get some answers while Dean was finding if the other men had matched with Bensen’s spending. As we walked in the office the doctor was taking some Advil. “Rough night?” Sam questioned. “Fun night. Rough morning.” She said while rubbing her forehead. “Can I help you?” She asked us and I replied. “Ahhh...yes. Um, I'm Special Agent Ross, Agent Stiles, FBI. You Doctor Cara Roberts?” “Far as I know.” “You do some work with the Sheriff's department?” Sam asked. “Yeah, when I'm not slogging it through the ER. It's a small town. We multi-task.” “We have some questions about a case. About several cases actually. Do you mind if we sit?” Sam asked for us. “Great. Adam Benson, Jim Wylie, and Steve Snyder.” I said, referring to the men. “Oh yeah, the men who killed their wives?” “You handled their work-ups, right?” She nodded her head. “Autopsies for the wives and tox screens for the perps. Two-for-one special.” “Fun right” I said, trying to add to the conversation because I sensed that the doctor and Sam were giving each other the look.

“He he I’m sorry. Did you find anything?” I asked moving away from my awkward moment. “Not really. I mean, c.o.d. on the women was pretty clear. There was nothing unusual in their systems.” That would make sense. “What about the husbands?” “Can I....see your badges again?” she asked, and we both pull them out again. She gives Sam’s a real good hard look while she barely glances at mine. “There was one thing, um, an anomaly in the blood work. And I remember thinking how strange it was that it showed up in all three of the men.” She said as she pulled out their files. “What showed?” I asked while looking at the file. “Oxytocin. And their levels were crazy high.” “Ahh. Oxytocin?” “Mm-hmm, it's a hormone that's produced during childbirth, lactation and sex.”

“People call it the love hormone. Um, you know how it feels when you first fall in love. The whole weak in the knees, tattoo you on my chest thing? That's oxytocin. Of course, it eventually fades and then you're stuck with every relationship ever. That and the painful regime of tattoo removal.” I wouldn't know but Sam would. As I looked up from the file Sam and Cara were smiling at each other with that look while they kind of forgot that I was right next to them. Then Dean entered which is good because it was getting awkward for me. “What'd I miss?” “Um Doctor this is our other partner, Agent Murdoch.” I said introducing them. Then Dean went into his Dean flirt mode. “Please, "Agent" sounds so formal. You can call me Dean.” He said holding out his hand and she took his hand and held it for like two seconds and let go. Wow I don't think I have ever seen this before. Usually, women are all over him and even sometimes get mad at me for being next to him.

“I'm Doctor Roberts.” Then she turned back to Sam. “So, um, can I help you with anything else?” “Uhh, sure, just one more thing. This chemical, this…” “Oxytocin.” “Oxytocin. What would cause those high levels that you found?” “Nothing that I've ever seen.” “OK. That's it. Thanks Doc.” As he finishes, we go to leave the office and Sam stops to tell her. “By the way...try a greasy breakfast. Best thing for a hangover.” Sammy going for it, good for him. “Watch it buddy, I'm the only M.D. here.” She replied back smiling. “Dude, you totally C-blocked me.” Dean told Sam. yeah sure Dean let's go with that.

The three of us are now going to the car. “So Whylie and Snyder totally fessed up, huh?” Sam asked Dean about the others. “One emptied his IRA, the other, his kids' college fund, all on the same day.” Now that's what I call commitment. “Nude girls?” I questioned. “A club called 'The Honey Wagon'.” Very on the nose I see. “These guys have affairs too, with a stripper also known as Jasmine?” “Yes and no. This is where it gets interesting. Each guy hooked up with a different chick.” “So, is there a secret princess stripper operation going on?” “Well, they all described their stripper in the same way, the exact same way. Perfect, and everything that they wanted.” Like build your own sex doll factory. “Yeah, at least until dream Barbie convinced them to murder their wives.” Sam said being right and a little bit funny. “You know, it's almost like they were under some kind of love spell.” “Exactly what I was thinking I mean usually girls will just take the money and be happy with that but whatever this is it wants devotion that comes from love and for them that means murdering that woman containing the man's life.” I agreed with Sam. “Sure seems that way.” Dean replied back. “Which caused them to become totally psychotic.” “Absolutely.”

As we entered the strip club, I felt I had at least a dozen pair of eyes landing on me, half of them wanting to see me up on the stage and the other half seeing if I was here to bust them for cheating. “We’re looking for three girls. Jasmine, Aurora and Ariel.” Dean said to the manager as his eyes wandered to the stage. “You seriously think those names mean anything to me?” He said almost annoyed also he was eyeing me up and down. “One's a redhead about 5'9". The other one's Asian, about…” I said getting his memory going hopefully. “You have any idea how many girls I deal with? Fake names, fake hair, fake…” He said, referring to the chest area. “You gotta have some sort of paperwork. Cheque stubs. Some way to keep track of the strippers.” Dean said to him. “Please, exotic dancers. Independent contractors working for cash. I stay out of their hair, they stay out of what little I have left.” “Sir, three of your customers murdered their wives. You don't think that that's weird? Or at least to raise a little concern.” I said to him.

“Sweetheart, I think that's super-friggin' weird. But you know what it ain't? My problem. And if it turns out one of my employees is a murderer coordinator, I’ll have a spot open. You could have it, you know, if the FBI doesn't work out. I know it's a lot of work for women.” I almost pulled out my gun right there, but I held myself back and Dean looked the same. “Agent, could you go get us some drinks? I got this.” I said turning to Dean and he gave me a look of are you sure and I looked back, yes. “Sir I am just fine in my job, and I will take on more weight in my life then you will ever do in your long single life. Your workers work hard for themselves, and their families and they deserve respect as does anyone and they aren't just objects that you can talk about so carelessly. Next time you want to make a comment like that in front of me I just want you to remember I have a Glock on my side.” I finished walking away leaving him shocked and a little afraid. I walk over to the boys getting to the table and downing my drink I needed to after dealing with that little gremlin.

“Y/n I think he peed himself a little … good job!” Dean said high fiving me. “Just another day another mean person taken down any luck with Bobby?” I asked Sam. “A little. We officially have a theory.” “What’s that?” Dean and I both ask. “Siren.” Ohh that makes sense. “Like Greek myth siren, the Odessy?” Dean said surprising Sam but not me. I knew Dean was smarter than he let people know. “Hey, I read!” He said offended at Sam's look. “Yeah, actually. But the siren's not actually a myth, it's more of a beautiful creature that preys on men, enticing them with their siren song.” “Let me guess, 'Welcome to the Jungle?' No, no. Warrant's 'Cherry Pie.'” Dean responded. “Ha good one but I think Sam means more of allure like a promise of perfection.” “

So, they shake their thing and the guy's zombie out.” “Basically, yeah. Sirens lived on islands, sailors would chase 'em, completely ignoring the rocky shores...and dash themselves to pieces.” Sam added back in. “Sounds like Adam and his buddies.” Dean said back. “exactly” “Yeah. If you were a siren in '09 looking to ruin a bunch of morons, where would you set up shop?” “So whatever floats the guy's boat, that's what they look like?” Dean said confirming it. “Like Disney princesses” I said back. “Yeah. You see, sirens can read minds. They see what you want most and then they can kinda, like, cloak themselves. You know, like an illusion.” “So, it could all be the same chick? Morphing into, uh, to different dream girls?” “Yeah, actually. Probably. Sirens are usually pretty solitary.” “So, uh how do we kill it?” I ask. “Bobby's working on it. Even if we figure that out…” “How the hell are we gunna find it? It could be anybody.”

Dean and I were waiting in the motel room for Sam getting info on the new guy and looks like he left his phone. Dean picks it up. “Dean, come on, maybe we should ask him.” “Y/n with everything that has been going on this past year do you think he would tell the truth.” He doesn’t let me answer and dials the number anyway and puts the phone on speaker. “Hey, Sam.....Sam?... You there...?” Guess who was on the other line my best friend Ruby. We both look at each other in disbelief and he quickly hangs up the phone as Sam comes back in. “Lenny Bristol was definitely another siren vic.” He said walking in the room. “You get in to see him?” Dean asked him, sounding like he was trying not to punch him. “Yep. He brought home a stripper named Belle. Couple hours later he offed his mother. Belle, of course, went MIA.” “Wait, he killed his mom?” “The woman he was closest too.” Then Sams phone rang. “Yeah, you, uh, forgot your cell phone.” I said handing it to him. He gave me weird look. “Hey Bobby.” “Ahhh, no. And, uh, it doesn't seem like she's slowing down any. You got anything?”

“Hold on a sec, I'll put you on speaker.” He puts the phone on the table for all of us to hear. "It says you need "a bronze dagger, covered in the blood of a sailor, under the spell of the song". “What the hell does that mean?” I ask. “You got me. We're dealing with 3000 years of the telephone game here.” “Best guess?” “Well, the siren's spell ain't got nothing to do with any song. It's most likely some kind of toxin or venom. Something she gets in the vic's blood.” “And makes them go all Manchurian Candidate. Uh, what do you think, she infects the men during sex?” I asked. “Maybe.” “Supernatural STD.” “Well, however it happens, once it's done the siren's gotta watch her back. She gets a dose of her own medicine…” “It will kill her.” I said finishing Bobby’s sentence. “Like a snake getting iced by its own venom.” “So, we just gotta find a way to juice one of the OJs in jail?” Dean said thinking it was going to be that easy. “Not that easy. None of those guys are under the spell anymore. Haven't got a clue where you're going to get the blood you need.” Sam looked like he was thinking. “I think I might have an idea.” He said talking about the blood if we could see it and maybe he could see the doctor again. “Be careful. These things are tricky bitches. Wrap you up in knots before you know what hit ya.” We left ready to go to the hospital and me wanting to talk to Sam about Ruby before Dean would blow up about it.

“Dr. Roberts.” Sam said to Cara. “Agent Stiles. Can't stay away, huh?” Yup they are definitely feeling each other out. “Actually, uh, we're here on business. About the blood samples. The ones with the high...you know...oxytocin?” “Do you still have them?” I ask. “Mm-hmm.” “Good, we need them.” Dean replied a little rude there. “What for?” She asked. I was about to answer when this handsome man walked up to us in a suit and tie. “Excuse me, Dr. Roberts?” “Yeah?” “Excuse me, uh, we're a little busy here, buddy.” Dean said, pulling out his FBI badge and then so did the man. “Yeah, so am I, pal.” Oh, shit it was a real agent and a cute one at that. “Doc, can you give us a sec, please?” Sam said to Cara. “Sure.” She said backing away. “What's your name?” Dean asked very rudely you know if you're going to fake being an FBI agent you should probably not be a dick to a real one.

“Nick Munroe. What's yours?” I answered before they started to pull out to measure. “I am special agent Y/n Ross, and these are my partners Sam Stiles, Dean Murdoch.” “Y/n that's a pretty name.” Damn it am I blushing I think I’m blushing. “Thanks, I like yours too” What is going on with me? “What office are you from?” Sam stepped in. “Omaha, Violent Crimes Unit. My SAC sent me down here to see about the murders.” “You?” He asked and felt like he was looking at me when he said it. I felt like I was in middle school again.”D.C. Our Assistant Director assigned us.” Dean answered. “Oh, which AD?” “Mike Kaiser.” “What are your badge numbers?” He asked. “You're kidding, right?” “Dean he's just doing his job here you can call our AD and we can sort this out maybe we can even work together.” I said the words before I could even register them. No, I don't want Nick to be around us to find out that we’re not real FBI agents, but I can't stop talking.

I handed him the card and he took it out of my hand, but he also grabbed it slowly and I got pulled a little with it. He went over to the corner to call our “AD” aka Bobby cooking. While they both turned to me. “Y/n are you serious right now?” Sam said to me. I get upset at that. “What you Dean are the only ones allowed to date. Is it because he's a real agent and that he's threatening your power.” I said to them, and they were both shocked I was a little too. “No of course not-” “Good then he can help us and don't worry I won't let him really know what's really going on I'm not Dean of how he bangs a girl for a couple months and then tells the family secret to.” I finished referring to Cassie from a couple years ago who Dean really did love. I knew that was a bitch thing to say but for some reason I didn't really care at that moment. “Y/n -” “I'm sorry, guys.” Nick said, walking back to us. “That's okay Nick you were just doing your job.” I said, smiling softly. As my brothers stood there both were wondering what was going with their sister. “Where are you at with this?” He asked us.

“Where are you at with this?” Dean asked trying to suss out how much Nick really knew. “Well, I was just about to run the, uh, perps' bloodwork.” I jumped again at the opportunity to talk to him. “We we’re too great minds think alike huh? But it turns out to be a dead end sadly.” “Oh yeah? But get this. I feel like I found something that, uh, connects all the murderers.” “Oh my gosh, that is so smart Nick.” “Thank you Y/n. Get this they were all banging strippers.... from the same club.” “You don't say!” Dean said with a sarcastic undertone. “What do you say we, uh, go down there and check it out?” “YES, I mean yes we definitely should investigate.” I said getting closer to him. “Well, here's the thing, Nick. See, we're kinda lone wolves…” Dean starts to say but Sam stops him. “You know what, that sounds like an excellent idea. Just... just give me a second with my partner and we'll, uh...one sec. Come here.” Sam brings Dean over to the corner. While Nick and I talk.

“Dude, you gotta stay with him.” Dean did not want to do that. “What?” “Keep him outta the way. Also, to keep an eye on Y/n there is something wrong with her.” They both look to Nick and I giggling up a storm and as I kept on touching Nick on the shoulder which if I do like guy, I don't do that. “Yeah, okay what are you going to do?” “I'm gonna do the blood samples.” “What the hell am I supposed to do with him?” “Just take him to the strip club...keep an eye out for the siren. Come on, Dean, just... just focus on the naked girls. You'll forget he's even there! And try to keep Y/n away from him.” Dean thought if I can as he looked over to me just staring at Nick like he was the messiah.

Dean, Nick and I were back at the strip club and the two men currently are going off on each other of music knowledge. “Nobody's Fault But Mine.” Dean questioned. “Zeppelin recorded it in '75. It was a cover of a Blind Willie Johnson tune.” “Good job Nick” I winked at him and grabbed his hand a bit. “You Shook Me.” Nick questioned back and I answered this one. “'69, debut album, written by Willie Dixon and J.B. Lenoir.” “Nice Y/n, pretty and brains your boyfriend is a lucky man.” He said, staring at me. “Well maybe lucky for you I don't have one.” I said getting closer. Dean saw us getting closer and realized he was dropping the ball on watching me. “You know dude, for a fed you're not a totally dick.” Dean said stopping Nick and I. Nick was confused. "Aren't all of us feds?” He asked.

The three of us were walking to the car and Nick saw the car. “All right, we're taking my ride, no complaining about the tunes.” Dean said. “No way. You drive an Impala?” I knew Nick was a cool guy and it looks like Dean is about to find out too. “It's a '67, right? It's a 327 four barrel.” wow spot on. “Yeah, actually.” Dean said confirming it surprised that Nick knew about it. “It's a thing of beauty.” When he said that he also looked at me and winked. “How the hell did you talk the Bureau into letting you drive your own wheels? “Maybe because we're fake. But Nick doesn't need to know that.

“Yeah, I know, I just...you know, not a lot of feds are as cool as us, huh?” Smooth Dean smooth. “So, what the hell with this case, man? How does a girl talk four different johns into murder?” Nick asked Dean and not really me. “It's a crazy world.” “I guess. Hey, can I level with you?” He asked. “I found something kinda weird.” “Well. You have bought your weird to the right spot. Lay it on me.” “I went to the crime scene this morning. Saw them bagging this up.” He showed us this evidence bag with flower petals in it. “So, I went back, uh, through all the files. It turns out a flower just like that was found at every crime scene.” It looked familiar. “Like it was left on purpose?” Dean questioned. “You know, sometimes a serial killer will leave an object behind, like a calling card. But with this case? Tell you the truth, I got no idea what's going on.” “I think I might. I've seen a flower like this before.” He said getting up to go into Cara, but I didn't care all I cared about was Nick at that moment.

“Why don't we get out of here.” Nick said, standing up holding out his hand for me to take. We ended up in this little cafe and we talked fully for those two hours, and he seemed really into the same things I like. He started to lean closer and closer and was looking at my lips, but my nerves got in the way. “Uh sorry Nick I will be right back.” As I walked to the restroom, I did not see his expression change from a smile to an annoyed one. I walked to the restroom and locked it and went to the mirror. “You got this y/n you are amazing.”

“Y/n? Let's go” “You got this it's just research and plus Nick might need help right Nick?” “Most definitely I could use the help.” I giggled at him again. Dean didn't have time to deal with this.”Alright you know what Y/n meet us at the room in two hours okay.” “Okay” I answered not even looking at him.

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As I finished my sentence, I saw something I was not expecting. “Cas?’” I turned around to say something instead he came up close and suddenly I was in a random field. “CAS WHAT THE HELL?” I yelled at him. He didn't say anything as he came close and touched my forehead and it was like a fog had lifted. “Oh my gosh what happened to me?” He replied. “You were under a pre love spell.” He said so casually. “A pre-love spell, what does that even mean?” “It means the siren that you were so close to almost had you completely under his control.” “Nick?” I asked and he nodded his head. “That scaly Motherfucker.” “Wait, how did you know?” I asked him. “Were you following me?” “I was” “Why?” “I sensed you were in trouble.” I couldn't even figure that out because I was covered in that love fog. “Thanks, you really are a guardian angel.” “I was just doing my job.”

“Yeah, Cas for a job that's pretty amazing. I guess I'm pretty lucky to have an angel as a friend.” I said finishing and smiling. “Friend?” “Well to me you are, you keep saving me and listening to me that's what friends do Cas.” “Right friends” He said and looked happy? “The siren! I have to worn Sam and Dean.” “Send me back.” He hesitated not wanting to send me back to danger, but he knew I would get there one way or another. He came up to me and before holding up his fingers and said, “Just be careful” That made me happy that he cared to tell me that. “Don't worry I always am.” He then put his fingers back on my forehead and I was back at the motel.

I went straight to our room calling Dean and then Sam because they were not answering. “Dean, pick up your damn phone, the siren is Nick! Be careful.” I walked in the room and as soon as the door closed, I had a pair of arms run into me. “Daaa!” I was struggling to see you had me pinned then I saw Nick walk in front of me. “Y/n where did you go? We were about to get to the fun part of our date.” I looked to the side and just saw Sam standing there. “Sam! Help!” Nick laughs at me. “Ohh Y/n your brothers won't lift a finger unless I tell them to” I then looked behind me and it was Dean who was holding me back. “So, you just come in and home wreck everyone into murdering their loved ones.” “I give those guys what they want. I just lift the blind and give them permission to do what they always wanted to do. And I got what I wanted, your brothers.” “Sam why don't you give your sister a nice punch not on the face though I don't want it too damaged.” Sam walked in front of me and punched me in the stomach as Dean held me.

“Uhhh” I wanted to fall from the impact, but I couldn't. “Your brothers are mine Y/n” “You poisoned them.” “No Y/n I gave them what they wanted as it looks different for each person. What you want no crave is love. I mean I have never seen a person fall harder for me. You must not never have been in love don't worry you will be in a minute. Dean hold her up right and Sam hold her mouth open.” They did without being told twice. I try to fight it but it's impossible because of how strong my brothers were put together. Nick opens his mouth wide and squirts his toxin in mine. I am let go and drop to the ground. “Now why don't we get back to that kiss sweetheart.” Nick said getting closer as I punched him right in his kisser. “You can take that kiss and shove it up your ass sweetheart.” He goes to touch his face and finds blood.

“Okay bitch how did you do that you not human or something?” “As far as I'm concerned One hundred percent.” “Ha okay that was some good entertainment thanks. Boys, why don't you kill her and then you two will fight to the death and whoever wins gets to be with me forever.” Wait what? Oh shit. They start to circle me. “Little Y/n/n the bane of our existence. I mean Sam and I have always had to hold your hand through everything. It's pathetic right Sammy.” “Yeah, Dean I mean we would have such a better life if she wasn't here.” “Then let's take care of her.” Dean said running at me. I dodge it good thing they taught me to fight men two times their size. Somehow, I got knocked out by one of them. “Y/n Y/n!!!” I was being shaken awake. It was Bobby. I was confused. “Bobby what happened?” I said and standing behind Bobby were my two brothers looking Sad.

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It was the next day, and no one was really talking. Bobby came from his car handing us sodas as in telling us he was happy that we were okay well physically. “Thanks, Bobby. You know, if you hadn't shown up when you did…” Sam said not wanting to finish his sentence. “Done the same for me, more than once. Course, you coulda picked up the phone. Only took one call to figure out that Agent Nick Munroe wasn't real.” Yeah, not real neither was he liking me. “You guys gunna be, OK?” I didn't say anything. I was hurt not just from the fight. “Y/n?”

“Mmhh of course always am.” I was lying to myself, and everyone knew it. “See ya. You know, those sirens are nasty things. That it got to you, that's no reason to feel bad.” He got in his car and drove away wishing I was with him. “You gunna say goodbye to Cara?” Dean asked Sam apparently, they had got into a different type of research. “What's the point?” “Well, look at you. Love 'em and leave 'em.” “Y/n, look, you know we didn't mean the things we said back there, right? That it was just the siren's spell talking?” “Yeah, me too.” It was more silence like we knew we were all lying. “'Kay. So... so we're all good?” Sam said, looking at both of us because he and Dean had their own nasty fight. “Yeah, we're good.” Another lie.

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That was it, I hoped you liked it! Wow this chapter was a lot more intense than my others and we didn't get much Cas because I thought it should be a more sibling relationship chapter, but I still got a scene of him caring and maybe a little jealous because CAS. The name I used for the fake agent's name was ode to Diana Ross like how Sam and Dean do classic singers all the time. I'm trying to progress Y/n’s and Cas’s relationship not too fast and not too slow so hopefully I'm dealing with that okay. I'm so excited we are just getting closer and closer to the season finale which is crazy. As always thank you for reading and the likes. If anyone wants to be added to the tag list, just ask nicely in the commits.

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