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sub!stray kids | 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚒𝚗𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖 (18+)

⇢ sub training (v.) :: the learning of sexual techniques between the dominant and their submissive

pairing. ot8 x femdom!reader

WARNINGS. ⚠️ rated m, hard kinks, restraints, first times, reverse size kink, vocal subs (duh, it’s skz), puppy/kitten play, marking, dumbification, poly fantasies, toys, fetish wear, brat taming, oral (f receiving), pegging, mommy kink, groping, orgasm control, subdrop, burnout mention, masturbation, cbt, dacryphilia, striptease, aftercare

wc. around 1k each member. we’re keepin’ it long like hyunjin’s legs

↳ [ // 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐀𝐔𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐑'𝐒 𝐍𝐎𝐓𝐄. ] sub skz beloved. 💦 this group is truly populated by harness models, catboys, cuddle bugs and pretty visuals only. get ready for a #fifty shades of stray party up in here 😂 every member got their own flavor so each imagine/hc is going to be a slightly different genre soo— enjoy!

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♡ FELIX 필릭스

the real question is. what on earth is there left to train? felix is the consummate example of a good freckled boy from down under. #theoriginalbabychick. the template for all angelic subs in town. the archetype. the blueprint. the role model. the symbol. the epitome.

perfection is spelled y.o.n.g.b.o.k. and we all know it. why’s he so popular? because he sets off the sub radar of all touch-deprived tops around, yours included.

like.... he wears his metaphorical cat ears even when he’s not physically putting them on. he’s soft and sweet and pliant and follows your lead (…cuz he’s lowkey excited at the prospect of a choking, he’s got a much naughtier side to him ya know). he wears thigh-high stockings just for fun because it’s cute.

and this ain’t all about him, of course. felix takes one glance to know what you want. and that is being his mommy, and getting a big loving hug from your baby boy — don’t deny it.

i mean. who can’t imagine this cheeky flirt chirping ok, yes mommy in his girl’s direction. it’s far too easy to picture. he has all kinds of these lil’ responses up his sleeve just to endear you. who’d ever want to let go of felix anyway.

in return, you buy him popsicles, gelato, soft serves and sorbets so he can look cute and sexy and just… put the licks i mean lix in felix. just a joy to watch, felix going down on an ice cream. the ultimate turn-on technique. who wants to live vicariously through a cotton candy flavor scoop? i volunteer.

if that doesn’t get you wet, i don’t know what will. before he’ll get problems eating too much sugar though, he’s frequently gonna eat the real treat which is? you. get ready for felix treating your clit like a hot fudge sundae in the middle of august.

felix can be sensual and sensitive alike. he falls apart under your touch and punishments as beautifully as he collects himself again during aftercare. which, needless to say, is his favorite thing. he’s very needy for it, but hell. who doesn’t want to cuddle all night long with lee fucking felix. as the sacred text says: and when the world was seven days old, god formed lee felix from clay to create the immaculate little spoon.

actually resilient. he’s the `okay, let’s do it!´ type. all while expressing a lot of love to you, and being close to you emotionally and physically. that balance is hard to pull off and felix might be the member who’s the expected best at it.

so, it’s not all bdsm, though. plenty of leisure and healing time there, your relationship is rather built on being a two-person snuggle pile than you pulling his hair all night. every other night is fine. duh, only the absolute lifestyle players can maintain a 24-7 d/s relationship.

when he throws his head back and moans — how satisfying is that voice. honestly. felix is not the ultimate painslut, but some nipple clamps or firm ass pinches do have him panting and winding in agony.

how he sounds like, it’s quite significant in your decision to commit. once you’ve heard his most desperate horny cries, you’ll never want to hear anyone else's voice in your bedroom again. you don’t know why.

maybe because sunshine is the real-life manifestation of a hardcore hentai femboy sub. the groans, the favorite accessories, the kinks, the squeals, the begging, the faces. you know, the kind of guy that ends up perched between his domme’s breasts (…or thighs) and blushes excessively from shyness.

he asks you to start controlling the way he dresses and speaks sometimes as part of play. he likes your single-minded character.

he knows you mean business when calling him lee yongbok. it either means you’re about to eat his ass whole or rock your hips all over his gorgeous face. either is heaven for felix who has a thing for skilled tongues, and being skilled with it himself. the absolute tease.

such a fit and flexible guy. felix makes it easy to adjust things for you. he can squeeze it good for some decently tight and painful anal session, or the complete opposite. having the strap just slip in and out of him like he’s a bottomless pit. felix is the first in line for a proper head down, ass up pounding late at night. until he’s dizzy, but then again, he begs you to enter him again and again. the amount of lube he’s using up is just astounding and expensive.

when lix wants to prank you a bit, he lists you cringey australian slang for kinky things, which you will rebuff pretty much immediately because who names these things like that. australian nsfw words need to be kept closed away from society. the rest of his nicknames and trend words is cute. but 18+ aussie vernacular is banned at your house. the prank is definitely successful, so you tickle his feet to get back at him.

whenever lix is acting unlike himself, you know he’s hiding a dirty thought. it takes several months of trust work until he admits the following, but it doesn’t really surprise you what’s on his mind. since felix has a bit of an overpower-me fixation and a serious size kink, he fantasizes about several fangirls meeting with him in his room and having their way with him. like literally being all over his body and destroying this sweet little boy for fun’s sake.

and… he’s imagining like seriously well-endowed baddies who have a lot that they can put on him. he literally wants several girls to just grind him into the mattress until he turns to dust. you’re like, hey maybe we can ask some girls from tiktok or instagram. felix is shocked that you’d go along with it, he thought you’d disown his subby ass. you say hey, you count yourself among the felix fangirl and fanboy nation, so!

now it depends. is he too introverted or disconnected from his fantasy to agree on really living it, so it would winds up being a roleplay between the two of you? or is he daring enough, then. you say, when he’s ready, he’s ready. those things have to be planned carefully, with the right people.

chances are, he will say yes and buy the condoms. he wants to get fucked absolutely dumb. you agree he can get his dick wet while getting passed around like the salt at dinner, and these girls can rub themselves all over felix at your permission. damn, he’s gonna be sore the next day. all those heels digging into him, so much heat, so much pressure and facefucking. felix is totally a masochist undercover, and you’re starting to realize it’s very trainable: congrats and g’day mate.

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♡ HYUNJIN 현진

riddle me this. why does mister `hotter than your ex better than your next´ never leave his room? …because you’re busy running ice cubes over his stomach to say the least. or swapping them from your mouth into his. don’t act like you wouldn’t do the nastiest things to him.

like what do people think this sex pot is doing? he can’t paint 24/7. hyunjin is a guy of passion and he’s the body. not to mention in love with the pervert that is you. so he’s in there preoccupied with sex stuff obviously.

after he finally admitted how desperate his crush on you was, and it’s not like he could ever hide those things, there was no stopping him, and no stopping you with the body oil to grease him up. the rest is history.

you can bet he’ll be your personal strip tease dancer once he’s all oiled up. nothing will ace hyunjin enjoy more. not to mention your own blessed eyes. water is wet, i know.

so what’s it like domming the most beautiful, handsome, fascinating, and chic man in the world? nothing short of an extraterrestrially good experience. because subby hyunjin truly is out of this world kind of sexy with the right dose of being a maniac, reference fully intended. yeah, he’s a lil’ crazy. so what. makes things even more intense. hyunjin is obsessed with exploring his sexuality to the very fullest, what’s not to like. he’s very comfortable being erotic. and smitten. and masochistic.

no matter what he does, no matter how klutzy he becomes, he does not fail to impress his top. even in his messiness, he is gorgeous… okay — i’ll stop waxing poetic. but yup he’s hot. a pretty romantic elven prince in some super sultry lingerie. a god of lace and fishnets.

let’s be honest. hyunjin just wants to be grabbed and squeezed from all directions. that’s why he’s bothering the whole of skz all day and keeps talking chan into writing such physical songs for him. cuz he wants something to come back.

has his experience with chain bondage, doesn’t he. hyunjin goes down the rope bunny rabbit hole faster than anyone. if he’s not down there already, waiting for a proper rigger dominant. he has the perfect body to do rope. small waist, long legs, sturdy arms, and wrists. he’s tall, that’s lots of space available. don’t think a rope bunny has to be small and lithe.

hyunjin is a huge fan of taemin’s work. that tells you what? basically everything. everybody knows taemin is the king of bondage, resourcefulness, and hard subbing. and, like in hyunjin’s case, taemin got the biggest ever oral fixation and touch deprivation going for him. these two are about the same in terms of er... severity. hyunjin would not survive without getting kisses. before work, coming home, after dinner, for the night.

because he whines pretty easily, it’s not hard to find out where his limits are and what things to try with hyunjin or not. `complaints´ don’t make a bad sub, in fact, they make a good one. feedback, you know. better a lot of it than none at all. it’s good if a sub uses the safewording system.

on his fours, hyunjin looks so sexy splayed out on his underarms and knees exactly because he is so damn tall. and yes, stark naked, even half-suspended, with some electric toys in his ass as the cherry on top. you might stay clothed during the whole thing, it’s about him as the artistic centerpiece. while he’s going through it, you point your phone cam at him to immortalize the staging.

loves his brain disintegrating from extreme pleasure and pain. which he will cry out like he’s on a rollercoaster indeed. the deeper the moans, the more profound you know it will be. watch his experiences turn into paintings in real-time the next day. hyunjin gets major inspiration spikes from sub training.

even though he might seem super stubborn, hyunjin’s talent of self-improvement should never ever be underestimated. never. if you point something out, he only needs to be told once. a man who’s glowed up this stunningly is always to be reckoned with.

hides his crazy toys, but not for long. he’s so embarrassed asking if you could be the one to apply them on him, but he does ask. which speaks of him really confiding in you. he would not leave those things to a perfect stranger. hyunjin is very unlikely to request sub training from a hookup anyways. he needs a domme he can absolutely lose him mind about day and night. he thinks about you every time he cums, there’s no other fantasy in his head. he definitely wants to be your husband in the future. he wants a wife who is possessive and take-charge, and picks out the skirts for him to wear.

you talked about this together. he loves being denied blowjobs to torture him for real. the fantasy in his mind will drive him insane like... he will cower in his bed at night with thoughts racing and turning. any orgasm denial is right up hyunjin’s alley. vice versa, he is eager to please you with his amazing hands.

shakes it all off pretty quickly during aftercare. hyunjin is not the sub drop kind of submissive at all, it’s gonna surprise you. most of the aftermath quickly turns into him eating you out instead. that’s his favorite way of coming down. lazy as they come (not indifferent or anything, but you know what i mean), without a drama in the world. he can’t be “disgusting, do it again!!” all day.

already vowed to spend the majority of his waking life and sexually active years on this planet with you sitting on his face. he doesn’t lie, and it’s too otherworldly gorgeous to go to waste, look at those lips, so.

his head is easy to control and teach because his hair’s so long. just saying. he loves it grabbed and secured. what else. he’s a pisces. pisces love to be pulled by their lovely flowing locks. hyunjin’s prettiness has no limits. nor does his sloppy mouth.

even for the pickiest dom in the world, oral training slave hyunjin will do it for them. he’s that good. strap sucking? very much included. porn stars step aside and leave it to the stray kids pet boys: hyunjin is the absolute throat goat. he can muscle through the biggest calibers with his eyes closed. and you know there are lots of options with that silicone in terms of shapes and sizes. hyunjin is gonna show up in the studio with one raspy voice and very puffy lips. this might be your favorite thing to do with him. he has the best gagging noises EVER.

you really delight in having him dress all dolled up, gauze faux leather bowties pearls everything, training him to let go and just enjoy it no thoughts head empty — but there really aren’t that many steps left until complete bimbofication like. come on. it’s hyunjin. he’s already there, he’s got the lip gloss supply, he’s serving it. which brings me to my next point.

a mutual marking. you, with love bites. him, with said lipstick. this is gonna be a mess, but there’s nobody better suited to be covered in hickeys than hyunjin. not to mention just how much of a turn-on it will be to lick and nibble on him everywhere, aggressively or softly, or both.

dare i say his face is smackable. hyunjin is a sucker for heavy slaps. but it takes a lot more to finish a horny slut of that degree. hyunjin needs to be told to jerk himself off furiously with a vibrating fleshlight until he’s overstimulated, screaming, crying — and then kissed until he’s tired and dizzy and clinging from so much love.

very well, i told you. he’s fascinating.

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♡ CHAN 찬

let’s face it. daddy bang needs a break from all that business, and all the feral barking directed at him. cozy chris has some major needs, too — and, as you found out early on into your relationship — they are all of a gentle nature.

he can’t foster seven mischievous kids, produce all night, look that buff, talk his ass off on lives and during interviews, be a fitness/sports king, the wisest person on earth, make beats nonstop, and then also play the big bad wolf in the bedroom with you as well. that just doesn’t work.

this mf would probably burn out at some point.

hyung life is just so damn hard. and take it from me, dom life kinda is, too. it’s about coordination alike. someone dominant has a huge portion of responsibility when it comes to knowledge, to handling props, protocol, safe sane consensual, and tying everything back into the rest of the relationship. we gotta look after ourselves but also keep our minds clear about the when and how and why. chan does that with stray kids as a leading figure, he knows how it works with several people. bangchan is charming incarnate, and he can demand something.

the question is, would chris go the extra miles of extra miles of all extra miles to be the absolute boss of his girlfriend for reasons of kink? sure, he’d do anything for her. no question. he is prone to sacrifice. but in practice: the ole man would break his own back yanking a whip at someone. what he could use is some hugs instead. like proactive ones, where he doesn’t have to chase. that gives him such a fuzzy feeling inside. when someone goes out of their way to put in the work. he already shoulders a lot professionally, so a responsible dom in his private life makes for a surprisingly perfect match. he’s a libra... any circumstance needs to be tipped into a needed equilibrium. chan at home has to be the glaring opposite of chan at work for things to feel even to him.

even more real talk. how would he even sound intimidating with that much aussie dripping from his pronunciation. oi, how we feelin’ with yer buttplug, buddy?

...give me a break. and him. especially him. he needs it.

the guy would be out there... apologizing for every little thing. dominant chan is just not on god’s menu for humankind y’all. he’s already overworked all day and night, where would he even draw the energy from to properly spank anybody. the guy people think wants to called sir will `yeah ma’am´ his girlfriend by sheer `accident´.

which means? pillow prince chris — here we come.

although he can be easygoing, chan has a tendency to overthink subbing just like he overthinks everything else, but it also makes him neither reckless nor overly reliant. which is a good thing.

then again, he has something so authentic about him (i mean come on, that dimpled baby smile), he’ll always do well.

he’s a talented submissive physically. sensual and good-looking in all positions and blindfolds. not to mention that it’s so relaxing to toy with his curls between your fingers after sex.

guess who will worship his domme. that’s right, the one who knows the value and strain of leadership himself the very most.

chan, no matter how awkward he thinks he is, always says the right words of appreciation at the right time. not to mention that his voice has such a comfortable tone to it. he tells you in what ways he thinks you always do a good job with him, and how attractive you are in his loving eyes. call him a cheeseball, but that’s bang chan for you.

he doesn’t like hierarchy as much as people would believe. he prefers organization over social stratum. chan is trying hard to be a good feminist which naturally entails putting on crop tops in your presence. but seriously now. he could ‚awh, my good girl‘ you technically and be decent (because what can’t he do), but submissive channie is just the more interesting variety of chris’ sexy alter egos.

is the `reading yourself into the topic’ kinda guy. instead of leaving the verbal input to you, he takes that task off your shoulders and consults his PC instead. god, the blogs he’ll land on.

you have to remind him it’s not workload, it’s leisure. nevertheless, you credit him for being responsible and intellectual about it. that way, you can advance pretty easily with discovering new kinks.

despite his vast research, chan is easily shocked by things that are considered more extreme. he’d be like oh my god... sounding?! chan makes for a better soft than hard sub, even if there are exceptions for some toys and techniques you would use on him.

casual domination in his studio? you biting his neck while riding his thighs? why not. lee know, who delivers random take-out into the room at one point since chan forgot to eat dinner, is totally unimpressed nor fazed at all. having sex? nothing special. who cares. here’s your pizza. extra funghi and cheese. seconds later, he took off again.

chan is shaken by your composure, and lee know’s, and will totally lock the door next time, or put a sticky note on there. which the members do respect, but they really don’t make a big deal about you fucking at his place. hell, they hear hyunjin moan all day.

talk about others watching. chan dreams of several doms running a train on him and pulling out the peak degradation scenarios, but he’s too afraid to try an actual #wolfgangbang.

in many regards, he’s similar to felix in his sexual fantasies, although they are much more `orderly´ if that makes sense. people are set in their ways, adhere to their roles, do their thing in a prescribed way. it’s all very lawful good. chan sticks to letting that fantasy be a fantasy, however, knowing he’s all very new to this.

all in all: chan is a gentlemanly new school sub. man, i’m not sorry, i’m dirty… that was a lie. he’s pretty clean. compare him with hyunjin’s chaos-causing aura and you know what i mean.

and besides his tidiness, he’s also a good pillow talker, which you treasure. god, this man is so loveable.

chan should really be the one receiving a big protective bear hug for a change. chris protects everyone, but who protects chris!

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♡ SEUNGMIN 승민

a wise choice of sub, my friend. you have picked well.

seungmin lived the subby life before it was cool, and will live the subby life after it was cool. period.

at this point, seungmin might as well be called submin. should be his whole second name.

no gimmicks and trendy shit to be expected here. he has his own established philosophy that he wants to share with you.

and he’s a stamina monster, you wouldn’t believe it. he really doesn’t get exhausted easily, nor does he shy away from the more demanding set-ups that an advanced dominant would come up with. expert-level shibari and the like, knife play and the like. medical play, even.

his body is ready.

seungmin might be a humorous guy, but he takes subbing seriously. especially because he’s no longer a beginner and wants to pick up some final touches during the training you lay out for him. that requires focus.

the one true closet freak. uh-oh. no matter how good you are at reading people, you could not have possibly fathomed how far he was willing to go when you first met.

it took some time until you realized okay, he really wants to step it up a notch. his requests seem innocent enough in his tone of voice, because seungmin can make anything sound innocent, but wow... the degree of humiliation he can brace himself for is pretty intense. pretty daring for a puppy i reckon.

breaking news: someone might have a corruption kink.

you got yourself one of the most courageous subs right there. people who want to top seungmin aren’t exactly touchy-feely either. they surely have a strict, punitive, ice-cold side with a stinging wit — which he enjoys the most in a dominant.

he wants to be put in his deserved place. he wants to be pushed and pushed and pushed some more until his dirty mouth no longer grants him the upper hand. this whole process... might involve some candle wax.

he wants that fatigue, and see you smug because he’s been subdued after all. that’s pretty gratifying. he for sure does not need a service top. he needs somebody to tread all over him, call him names, and leave him drooling like a filthy little thing.

human furniture everyone? he’ll be your seat, your table, whatever your mood says. you can sit on him until he no longer begs.

training him merely means bringing him from a high level to the highest level. he’s either a natural about certain kinks or doesn’t need to be taught at all, he’s already pulling it off. less effort needed on your side, you’re grateful he’s being such a pro.

seungmin is definitely a rational thinker about improving himself as a submissive, which is most certainly a rare find.

but the emotional side... let me tell you a secret. you think han and changbin yell their soul out… oh no. should you demand it of him, seungmin is the screamer. like real authentic organic stuff going on, that makes you feel it in your bones. any sadist attracted to stray kids should immediately turn to seungmin. he’s no coward. seungmin is the final boss of letting it out. five stars.

you wish people would see his potential, but you also want to keep his kinky side to yourself. gatekeeping your pup, are you. good for you.

takes orders with flying colors, he is excellent. he’s very trusting but also doesn’t switch his brain off. that makes him a near-perfect play partner.

has about the smoothest moans you can think of. his vocal talent absolutely translates to hitting it off in the sheets… and the improvised home dungeon.

of course you have one. how could you not. it’s filled with all kinds of fetish collections and risqué polaroids that should never make it out of that room.

he likes spending lots of time there to say the least. as a couple, that room is your dirty secret and you’re proud of it.

and he’s surely the guy you wanna put to the test there. seungmin flinching? hardly ever. he’s unafraid, with many eccentric soft limits to try out. definitely not your regular sub is what i wanna say. that’s what it boils down to.

and to be certain we’re mentioning this. do we really have to establish the fact that he’d be into puppy play? no? okay, figures. put those ears on him already. scratch that, glue them onto seungmin permanently or something.

and let’s face it, which animal is more suitable and in need to be trained than a cute little puppy dog? he can let go and start from zero, that’s why he loves it. seungmin on a leash is just an amazingly pretty sight, it needs to be photographed.

in terms of more hidden talents, he’s the god of doing everything extra slow. which is not easy at all. seungmin has remarkable self- and body control in bed.

slow licks, slow back arch, slow tears, slow everything. he cries pretty silently from pleasure or pain, but it makes for a wonderful sight always. i’m telling you, seungmin is something else.

a delicacy for every domme who’s into proper dacryphilia. how can someone cry this beautifully, like an antique painting.

long story short. he is not to be underestimated, nor does he have to be trained by any means unless it’s just play-pretend.

roleplay is definitely high up on his bucket list, by the way. he looks sexy in all kinds of costumes.

and handcuffs. uh-huh.

seungmin’s softer sub side is balm for the soul, too. he likes his praise especially, guy’s so sensitive to it. and he will crawl on the ground to fulfill your every wish, tell him to bring you a plate with cake and there he goes, you get any delicacy you want.

yes, yes. he appreciates getting his smooches. and head pats. he can really go far with the rougher kinks, but don’t you ever think he doesn’t.

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♡ HAN 한��

seriously. who doesn’t want jisung whimpering for mercy in their ear?

this guy is literally perfect to train. where he has the question, you got an answer. when he is curious, you can show him something. when he has an idea, you have a way to implement it. when he could use a hint, you have one ready.

on top of that: jisung has a propensity of admiring his girlfriend a lot, so... you can see where this is going. i’m not saying it’s a dynamic of worship but that’s exactly what i’m saying.

because han is very much afraid that it will be one-sided or he will look utterly desperate, or stupid even, he held back on it until he realized that you have no problem with him holding onto your every word. why’d you not like han being dumbstruck by you. you enjoy the amount of respect behind that.

and that feeling of jisung being struck by cupid’s arrow so hard, it’s utterly cute how he acts when he’s in love.

the thing is, whatever he does, he can’t hide it anyway. han projects everything outward, he’d have to really get his head in the game to hide how he wants to relate to you.

it’s clear he wants to submit, though he doesn’t exactly know how, he can’t name it, his cluelessness makes him rely on you more than most of the other members would, although he’s similar to felix and chan. and, covertly, lee know, who also sticks like glue so to speak, jisung has the same type of ‘hooked on you like velcro’ personality.

han, often the confused and worried type, really needs the clearest instructions of them all. orders, direction, highly engaged leadership. which sounds more difficult than it really is.

once he’s begging to show you how to put the full body harness on properly, you’re already deeply immersed. still, you ask him just to be very certain two times, does he want to do this for real, is he bracing himself enough. you are sure, and you want him to be sure.

come to think of it, 3racha might actually be the members most nervous to submit, becoming suddenly talkative and overly observant. they’re familiar with presenting themselves as larger-than-life personalities with a lot of grit and coolness, so taking that leap won’t come to them as naturally as for members like seungmin or felix.

not that subs can’t be cool and gritty, lee know is the walking example. and hyunjin remains a larger-than-life personality even when he subs. but 3racha has more of a dominant image imprinted on them for being so extremely buff and hip-hop based, with faces and voices and skills that scream ‚top of their game‘.

however, you can watch that beefcake crumble once the handcuffs are on and the bamboo cane comes out.

for those who don’t know: canes are typically the kinds of impact tools that come with the most vicious sting. they’re slender and flexible, hence they really dig themselves into those thighs and booty, all without causing a cut. while most whips look far more terrifying, they’re not as high up on the pain scale. sure, they’re not paddles, but you get the gist. canes are sort of the non plus ultra.

if you use bamboo to discipline a sub, they’ve been a really bad boy. which might just happen with… not jisung.

he’s lovely to you anyway, what are we even saying. hannie is the goodest bestest sweetest loveliest submissive. that’s right. i hope you didn’t hear it here first, but yes.

in fact, anticipate him being shy and restrained. though he can be all over the place, han is a polite sub.

he’s not that much of a forward character like hyunjin throwing himself into a hug, or seungmin saying which way he wants to be spanked up front.

han will actually be unsure what to do, but that might be connected to his character in general. in order for him not to get lost kind of `spiritually´ and physically, you have to guide his hands and mind alike.

if it’s too much for him, you have to make sure not to speed up the learning process like it would be appropriate for say, lee know. han is a different breed here, repetition is key.

it’s better if his dom doesn’t hold his need for slow memorizing against him, he doesn’t do it to be deliberately bratty or anything.

he wants to be trained in seriousness and see how it’s done properly two or three times rather than just once. he enjoys the quality time that comes with it, that’s important to him as well.

talk about restraints: if your darkest fantasy involves tying jisung to your bed from all directions and going full sensory deprivation, only to tease the shit out of him so he’ll go nuts: you’ve come to the right place. jisung is thoroughly fascinated by constructions like that, the whole tools and toys and trivia of it. he’ll also be down for some more provocative positions you’ll tie him into. no problem.

reaction king number one. so, that’s satisfying.

you don’t have to give it to him raw to get noise out of him.

the poor ass neighbors, though. this needs some precautions. as with changbin: a gag will work some miracles to tame him: or any type of dildo will do, his throat will become really flexible and unhinged with practice. just imagine those wide eyes and teary sobs. top tier shit. han is a hidden deepthroat legend.

you’ve never heard screams and moans as varied as his. every day he comes up with something new. honestly, how does he do it. from “ah, ah, please, ah” to loud frickin’ “spank me harder!” screams.

han will never fail to tell you how good it is, and he’s not demanding of ‘great sex’. he evaluates things according to how stimulating a scene is emotionally rather than physically. where hyunjin would do both or felix would look at how comfortable (and amicable, you know him) it is, han begs to differ and makes the atmosphere priority. even awkwardness is something to go off of, and silly mistakes. not severe ones obviously, but you get the gist: anything happening is something happening! han just likes the eventfulness of it. it’s actually precious. he doesn’t make a big deal out of it when you have an insecure day or don’t feel 100% confident about some technique.

as long as there is any activity, han will be energized by it. although he can be high maintenance sometimes, he’s very easy to please and a rewarding, easy sub, somebody who won’t judge you as harshly as he would clock his members for acting shady. and to be fair, you’re certainly not as scheming as jeongin to say the very least, he cannot be surpassed. so, han wouldn’t even have a reason to call you out for something, even when you prank him harmlessly. again: all fun is good fun, as long as the fun is present!

han is most definitely a dark horse as a sub, but it’s no wonder he likes to please his partner very much.

jisung might come off as a jokester who doesn’t want to get too close, but just you wait until you put some candles on, some music on, and you take a bath together.

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♡ CHANGBIN 창빈

since sub changbin is a world on his own, i think it’s time to give an analogy.

leo might be the king among the zodiac, loud and roaring. imposing, even, bursting with physicality and their very own brand of authority. this animal is very hard to challenge, in fact. compared to other inhabitants of the desert, a mighty lion among its pack is often recognized first despite its laid-back way of moving, and the way it takes its status and power as a given.

but at the end of the day? a lion still belongs to the family of felines and has the cuteness instinct of any cat. no lion goes without affection of his loved ones, nor does he move a singular paw to get something done sometimes. although agile, other animals are much more direct in their brutality, speed, and the way they claim territory. lions are actually chill most of the time, what makes others fear them is merely size and volume rather than real voluntary attacking power. lions only get going when they really have to since their stamina is low, and most of their standing rather depends on pride and need for attention than active domineering all day.

lions would rather stroll, sit, munch, and have their mane stroked than wander around in the heat to get some heat. when shit hits the fan, one lion always need the help of others. you won’t see a lion fighting on his own, while a single gorilla could absolutely clobber him in jungle dense enough. in other words: lions are overestimated in their power. they’re more relaxed than you think. they’re snoozing cats, but slightly bigger. well... changbin is pretty similar. he unleashes his entire grind within the group, but as a partner it’s a whole different game.

soon as you cup his cheeks palm in palm, it’s over. he just melts away. like c’mon. as if he’s gonna say nooo i’ll switch back immediately! ain’t gonna happen.

he’s the guy who acts so big and bold, but the little voice in him tells changbin hey… let her take some care of you there for good measure. so to speak — he doesn’t have to be the one on the steering wheel. changbin is kind of running into a mental conflict though, because he’s not as experienced with dating.

he doesn’t want to burden his girlfriend either by being overbearing or acting overly needy. you tell him, chances are, at home he’ll be neither. there’s no camera rolling and no expectation. and you give him attention whenever, it’s not like he has to plead for it. “be natural” and trusting his gut sounds like an utterly lame pinterest board advice, but it’s the gist.

it’s something new to him, and peanuts to you. at the beginning, it’s all about bridging that gap.

what’s easier than patting changbin’s hair and telling him how cute he is, though? biting into an apple or something.

which is also the topic of your relationship since you go a little pervy sometimes and bite his ass. you know, as a treat.

the binbooty is a jiggly mystery on its own and deserves to be explored. be honest, you grab it to release stress like it’s your religion. damn, it’s really soft and comforting indeed. bless his ass.

and while we’re talking soft things versus hard stuff.

sure, you could go like yeah… hate sex… let’s yell at each other.

but hey, thinking outside the box? you have lots of fun turning things upside down by having him bite down on a rope gag. what unusual silence. this probably wouldn’t work on a sub like hyunjin, he’d only whine even more, but changbin is pretty consistent.

but we’re getting ahead of ourselves.

he’s rather romantic, very sensitive in front of his partner. changbin respects them for topping him very expertly and reliably. he’s impressed by her knowledge and skills if she’s in the game for longer, or wowed by her dare if she’s new to it.

as for himself, changbin thinks he’ll still have to catch up. where other people in the rapper scene would have to catch up with him, your boyfriend feels the need to sit down in seriousness and research what that bdsm stuff is all about. that’s all a whole new world for him, you know. his epiphany being, this works like this, and that works like that.

often clumsy in bondage, but you make up for it by coaching him through the whole thing. changbin gets confused which rope end goes where, and how to unfasten the entire construction properly if need be, so you take some time studying it rather than just jumping the gun. he’s more involved than you think, changbin wouldn’t like being an all-too passive sub.

and if we’re talking masochism. he can take less than you think, so you gotta work him into it. unlike with seungmin, you can’t just crank out a whip or paddles and go ahead. changbin is a very step-by-step submissive. next to a good relaxing bath, reassurance is his best friend.

this is exciting: he’s totally into fetish wear from the very beginning. that’s where his zone of confidence is. bdsm fashion on such a built guy, let’s go, man. i mean, who wouldn’t say somebody like felix looks great in harnesses. or seungmin. but with changbin, you know... he has a kind of silhouette and natural fashion sense that makes it easy to dress him sexily, with a lot of skin reveals.

changbin without his gear is like stray kids without chan: the essential thing would be missing. i know, the whole group — stray kids? more like latex men — already looks like they’re about to bust it open for a strapped-out dominatrix, but changbin takes it to the next level.

harnesses in all shapes and variations are neatly stacked and hung right in his closet for the world to see. he doesn’t care. changbin is the primordial bdsm fashionista. what can’t he pull off?

in fact, he’s the type to accompany you to an actual bdsm party, you know, to be shown off. he might even make a name for himself in the community, he definitely rolls that way.

that this aegyo and rap machine on two legs can make jay z look boring and he’s got an aggressive voice doesn’t disqualify him from subbing well. changbin’s soft and adorable side is well-documented. he’s gonna be a good boy and massage you how you want it. unlike that bitchy lil’ tease jeongin, he actually deserves resting on your lap without first earning it, and humming to himself, if you’re not the one doing it.

him being chronically honest makes it easier to grow and improve. if the knot is too tight, he’ll let you know. if it’s too loose, same thing. changbin would both be entertaining and sexy to train. and adorable to tuck in with his stuffed animals.

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♡ JEONGIN 아이엔

who knew maknae on top could also bottom.

why? he’s long been spoiled from head to toe and sat on top of the world. this guy thinks everything belongs to him, huh. people throw it all in his direction. they are the metal, he is the magnet. hell, he claims the center of attention more than god, does he. enough is enough. men from busan in general have been an infestation of daringness for far too long. he got ‘em all under his spell with all that cuteness.

this boy needs to put some work into it and bow down in humility. the universe needs balance, my friends. his divine maknae powers and privileges need to be ripped away from him for once.

hence: training sub jeongin — and taking his virginity — is such a juicy topic.

it’s about time this pretty mf gets owned by his girlfriend. he knows he deserves his booty to be stepped on, face to the ground (... on a sufficiently fluffy carpet, this divine skin needs to be protected from any gravel, wood splinters, and concrete).

even in other circumstances, with enough punishment and reward, jeongin is the sort of sub that can most likely be found on the floor. he is down for you to bend him into any shape. forced to kneel, forced to crawl, made to kiss your feet. a leash most often helps to have him memorize the movements, and he has to get his head in the game. no disobedience: in theory.

you need to put him in the kitchen and have him bake. all your favorite stuff. every day. all while wearing the tightest apron in history. with a time limit set. maybe that will teach him not to beg you pleasing him here and there and everywhere. he’ll focus on a task and you watch on with hawk eyes. he needs to follow the recipe correctly, every bit of flour, every grain of sugar. you’re gonna make a whole service sub out of him.

never forget, although you already know: you’re dealing with the quintessential giggling brat. he’s trying to make you simp, he invented the term. he wants you like a puppet on his strings, ‘inspiring you´ to give him the supposed `heavy punishments´ he himself came up with.

sigh, he’s an aquarius. it’s to be expected. jeongin loves to mess with his top just to break their poker face. at the end of the day, that’s literally all this blushy boy wants.

fair enough.

maybe, um, you give that reward to him, only to be able to resume play without any further problems. if we’re honest: winking and smiling at your sub works wonders. because they love to know how much you enjoy being in charge, after all. and he delights in being flirted with. in obnoxious amounts, that is. jeongin could sit on your lap 23/7 without ever feeling the need to leave somewhere.

and jeongin is a black hole when it comes to your flirtation. he wants to take it all in, baby. and he wants to have a monopoly on getting your attention and smirky smirks. he can’t stand the idea of you ever looking at any other cute subs so he’ll make an effort to dress himself well. which definitely doesn’t go overlooked. he doesn’t even have to blink and he has his first time with you. this snack looks too good to be ignored, and you have a huge soft spot for him. out of one tentative time develops a constant stream of steamy date nights.

a highly affectionate and doting mistress sounds like it, but she also needs to train his consistency and rule-abiding at the same time. like seriously make him stick to a code of conduct.

and: she needs to be rough enough to kick him if he so desires and is confident to take it. training jeongin into some ballbusting madness? hell yeah. that’s his thing. a lot of people would not dare raise their foot, so: jeongin is on the lookout for tops who go the extra mile and tend not to hesitate.

spanking, mhh… that’s his favorite, though. he will bend it over and shake it for you like you’re about to make it rain on him, so let’s get this baby bread. jeongin often finds himself hunched across your lap, but also the edge of a bed or a chair. a kitchen counter if you’re nasty. or the backseat of a car.

jeongin has no problem with your butt fixation, he knows he looks good head to toe. he even thinks it’s cute how you crave him.

greedy boy. very. greedy. excessively craving. smiles through his punishments because you know he succeeded. which results in even more severe discipline. which makes jeongin smirk. which makes you go even harder on him. the list goes on. just like that, you’ll find yourself in hard domme territory faster than you think, without even noticing the transition. probably means it was supposed to be rougher bdsm in the first place.

mouth gags won’t do the trick. he’s not han, and he’s not changbin. jeongin is better tamed by a proper dose of chastity. the one that turns a please… please… into a please, please! tough luck for him, you go strict on your sweet honey boy. a little tickle to the thigh is all he’s getting. which makes jeongin extremely clingy to get his affection otherwise.

on the other hand, you can dress him up all pretty, jeongin is very welcoming when it comes to a change of wardrobe for personal playtime.

since he’ll watch his mouth at some point, cute jeongin takes over. his duality is just fascinating to a dom to watch.

put it on his tombstone… death by tiddies. annihilated, in fact. in jeongin's version of bdsm, cbt can mean both cock and ball torture or crushed by tiddies.

because you can’t spell suffocation without I and N. like what in the everloving hell makes jeongin crave breath play so much.

and if we’re talking physical affection by the way.

he’d only let someone this close if his heart was really, and i mean like really touched by them, like enamored. he’s very comfortable being a real maknae there.

you got yourself the prettiest baby and man, you’ll be happy with him. he keeps you on your toes, but he’s also a softie to hug and squeeze.

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♡ LEE KNOW 리노

saving the best for last, are we. handsome satan incarnate, a seemingly unbreakable guy. someone with several cats he can learn inscrutable hacks of badassery from. which might be his secret, or is he a rebel without a cause looking for somebody to drag his sassy demon ass out of hell? hmm... time to find out.

many a domme would absolutely not be able to crack this tsundere’s code to his heart (and how to make his eyes roll back in a way that’s not sarcastic). lee know is truly picky about who he’s gonna allow to dominate him. in fact, he’s this close to staging a talent show to find the one and only, like with actual critiques and rankings and shit. what the hell, though.

lee know is the excalibur of stray kids. you really have to be worthy to get through the stone-like exterior.

at first, he might even seem like a cruel top with a glare in his eyes. but once you’ve seen him in sub drop, you know what he’s up to. lee know is protecting his inner submissive like a dragon sitting on a pile of gold. he’ll only gift it to someone with a good character and some life experience.

it could be someone younger or older, though preferably, he needs a woman who has seen it all to match him. he’s very open to dating dommes who have been in the bdsm scene for a little longer than him. he’s been swiping himself through some promising suggestions, and he’s tried stuff, but... it needs something less casual at some point.

he’s grown too frustrated and confounded by his experimenting, and the nervousness is killing him every time meeting a new play partner. settling becomes more and more of a goal as time passes. he’ll look toward people who have more knowledge under their belt.

people would wonder why, but you gotta remember, this bun’s only 23. lino has more interest in being guided than his demeanor would suggest.

upon first meeting him, you suspect he’s had some bad experiences, but he’s secretive and shy by nature. it takes a while until he’s less closed off. it needs many a nickname and some heartfelt affection. especially feeding him with snacks or kissing his lashes. which are wonderful by the way, he’s actually like a doe rather than a cat.

lee know finds it challenging to talk about any deep traumas, so an open ear and empty shoulder to lean on are very much appreciated. that his domme isn’t the judgy type is pretty important to him.

a feeling of being in safe hands, that’s his priority. he wants to look up to you. and feel like he can really pour himself into that relationship, that every meeting is really precious.

let’s be honest. minho’s brand of cuteness hits different. even when he’s grumpy, it’s effortless. when you put your big scarf around him and only his eyes are visible, he’s the most adorable lil’ muffin.

and now listen. for those who think he makes a better top. this lying cheating girlbossing ass should never be allowed anywhere near a shelf of spreader bars and a latex gimp. okay? okay. lee know gotta learn some manners, predictability, and patience for his domme to apply those things on him. a huge part of sub training with lino actually means making him wait. that one breaks even the craziest brats. you gotta know how to play with your sub’s intensity of desire.

his opinion is this. lee know can’t be bothered to do endless discussions about how to stage a scene. he doesn’t want it to be a performance of sexiness like hyunjin, or a wholesome snugglefest like felix, but a more spontaneous power exchange. no more strict protocols, although safety is never out the window of course. but more like... just living in the moment. what does that tell you, though? again, he really already has had a lot of sexual encounters of the bdsm kind. lee know has met a lot of different dominants and characters to see what he’s dealing with. at one point, yes, he saw a new person every week.

you need to be the type to respect his past and not worry that he’ll move on. you met on a different accord and during a different phase in his life. when he says it’ll only be one night, it’s gonna be like that. and if he says he wants to commit, he means it. you’ll be having great sex all the time and be really domestic.

ironically, pretty babe is totally laissez-faire about the whole thing. maybe he’s subbing out of spite, that’s what you suspect. you’re like what, is he trying to flex? reality is, lino developed a lot of resolve. it’s not just for tops, okay. subs can have their share of swag. to a certain degree. you gotta rein `em in there. especially lee know. but then, also: you gotta be aware that he might not have the much more subtle esteem or confidence in relationships that is more read between the lines. you gotta be the one being his rock.

once you really got under his skin, he surprises you with very passionate masochistic noises just when you thought he couldn’t act any more indifferent about the latest kinky stuff you wanted to try. at the end of the day, he’s not as bitchy and tough as he pretends to be: lee know is a sensitive hoe at heart.

lino doesn’t really care about 100% categorizing himself according to bdsm mores. at the beginning, you think okay, he’s a bit of a lawless one, but he has a certain kind of logic behind that. minho has no fixed preference for what type of sub he is, and limiting himself for the future does not make a lot of sense to him. he knows his states of mind are always changing, and he can grow into some forms of intimacy he doubted before. think seungmin’s versatility, but times two.

lee know experiments, he has strong moods going into either direction, soft and hard and also vanilla. one time he just wants gentle femdom, the other you’ll find him down for putting on the cat ears and getting railed into a wall like there’s no tomorrow. he will keep his teeth clenched and enjoy the ride.

face it: your boy is a full-on scorpio. he’ll only feel truly alive when he’s eating ass and getting fucked hard into a witless delirium, and when you hurt him. he’s not afraid of some nails digging into his tender skin, or getting roped up in a hogtie. the opposite is true. he’s not uneasy about pain.

just like seungmin, lee know hardly ever safewords. this is not about his pride or something — it’s just not necessary. it’s gonna surprise you how comfortable he is with the most varied kinks. to begin with, he doesn’t have as many hard limits as the other members. he also tends to have outstanding endurance. he hikes a lot with you, dances diligently, and masturbates pretty frequently. that definitely builds up to something.

he’s very much into you pinning him anywhere, kitty loves the challenge of a good kabedon. it’s the first bold move, what’s he gonna do? be shy or kiss back? it’s an adventure every time.

often, he’s simply offering his body for you to do what you want. „you can like fistfight god or just take it out on me“ is an all-time favorite shitpost sentence you’ll hear from him.

needs a top who always has the right clapback. lee know can only be trained properly if his domme is verbally quick to the heavens.

she also needs to have a propensity to physically overpower him to keep that dynamic going. this bae enjoys the struggle of having his wrists grabbed, to get pushed down onto a bed, to be carried around, to be choked out with good technique, to get sandwiched by thighs, to be sat on so he can’t move, to be flipped around when needed, to be womanhandled completely. he gets pretty excited when someone is rough in their grip. if his domme is working out, she already understands what he’s all about.

crazy thing he’s doing some „yay opposite time“ on some days. lee know becomes very cozy and doesn’t want to leave your side at all. no more brutality, he just yearns for eye contact.

you will not know how much lee know is rooting for you, with one big crush that is, until you run into your ex-sub at a house party. since said guy is making you so uncomfortable and a leveled approach just won’t do, minho’s inner lucifer resorts to flaming your ex with vicious cutting words about how undeserving he evidently is. like, this is getting sinister.

once the altercation comes to who has the better face card, minho can do anything but lose. you know your tastes, and you know you upgraded. before they battle out who has the best pain tolerance, the host of the party, rosé, sends your ex flying into the pool. if anything, lee know’s true colors have been showing through his loyalty. he was ready to like, go until the break of dawn in that debate. he’s still disgruntled about the guy harassing you months later.

like damn, he’ll stress-eat and be glued to you for weeks. he can’t stop hugging you in his sleep.

yup, what an edgy guy. but then again… watch how much effort this beauty puts into cooking for you, like double the amount of care. tells you a lot. minho really loves you, man.

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seumnghan · 11 months

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‘라이즈’ 홍승한 (2003)

Yo, check it out! We got a special someone in the house, and his name is Hong Seunghan. This dude's got it all - RIIZE is his crib, piercings be his swag, Shinchan be his bae, and singing be his ultimate jam. Let me tell you, this son is one interesting cat. He's got a fine conduct that sets him apart, always keepin' it real and stayin' true to himself. And when it comes to cool stuff about himself, he's got a laundry list of things that'll blow your mind. From his sick style to his killer dance moves, Seunghan be bringin' the fire wherever he goes. But what really sets him apart is his love for Shinchan. That little dude stole his heart, and now you can't separate 'em. They're like two peas in a pod, always causin' mischief and keepin' it playful. And when it comes to singing, Seunghan's got a voice that'll make ya weak in the knees. He brings the soul, the passion, and the energy every time he hits that stage. So if you ain't heard his tunes yet, you better get on it 'cause you're in for a treat. Hong Seunghan, my man, keep shining bright and keep doin' what you do best. The world ain't ready for all that talent and charm, but we're here for it. Keep rockin' that RIIZE, keep piercin' those ears, keep lovin' Shinchan, and keep singin' your heart out. We're ridin' with you all the way, brotha! The world's rhythm be surging and grooving, and right in the midst of all that awesomeness, we got an incredible soul that shines bright like a supernova. Give it up for my homie Hong Seunghan! This dude be rockin' it with thousands of attractions, capturing hearts left and right. His name be spreadin' like wildfire, makin' waves and leavin' a mark wherever he goes. From the streets to the stage, this son be bringin' the heat, droppin' beats that make ya move and lyrics that hit ya right in the feels. So let's raise our glasses and toast to Hong Seunghan, the one and only superstar who's takin' the world by storm!

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AHHH COW THANKSSS FOR THE COMMENTS ON MY CLAN GUIDE!!!! <3333333

and you asked a good question that i definitely need to cover in the guide!!

so, disabled cats:

a cat who becomes disabled due to an injury would be allowed to retire with honor. elders still have an important role in keeping the clan running and the camp neat, and are treated with the utmost respect

a cat born disabled would still have plenty of options! they could be a medcat, a perma-queen, an elder, or the least physically demanding role of prey gutter

also floeclan cats are very tight-knit and have a 'no cat left behind' policy, so they care for all the cats in their clan

and as for the hunters, they do a fair amount of fishing! fish is the easiest prey to come by, since they can either break ice or find a seal-hole. they try not to swim if possible though, because hypothermia can kill a cat in mere minutes if they get wet. which is why the Great Swim is so dangerous! if it's timed badly and the water is too cold lots of cats could die!!

anyway thanks again for the sweet comments!! if you have any more questions feel free to ask!! (and keep a lookout for whatever fanclan guide i post next!!)

AWH THEY DON'T LEAVE ANYONE BEHIND I LOVEE THAT SO MUCHH

And yippeee!!! Fishing!!! :D

But uh oh the Great Swim got a lot scarier fgdvhb /pos /lh

AM DEFINITELY KEEPIN AN EYE OUT FER THE NEXT FANCLAN YE POST EEE!!!! FLOECLAN IS THE MOST INTERESTING FANCLAN I'VE EVER SEEN SO AM SO EXCITED FER YER OTHERS!!! :DD /pos /gen

#mal 💗#mutuals <3 #warrior cats #floeclan #cow talks

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WIP Day of the Week

Perpetuating the cycle of bullying from @dumpsterhipster and co. by tagging @unoriginal2tall, @a-more-delicious-happiness, and any other writer, artist, or creator that wishes to participate! I’ll directly throw more of my mutuals under the bus later, but if anyone has something to share now, go ahead and tag me!

Here’s some out of context dialogue snippets and other little lines from Rosemary Reaper. I haven’t actually written any full chapters for this fic, just these bits as they come to mind. There’s also another special treat at the end.

“I hope you’re not here to start trouble.”

Ros looked up at the turrets humming on the roof. All barrels were trained on her. “And get shredded to bits? No, thank you. I’m just looking for directions—and to trade for food, if you have some to spare.”

The man was slow to lower his gun. “We might be able to come to an arrangement. Where’re you headed?”

“Diamond City.”

* * * *

“Ros, how old are you?”

She became suddenly focused on petting the cat in her lap, feeling a frown creep across her face. Her age wasn’t something she usually gave out to strange men much older than her.

“I’m sorry,” he said abruptly. “That was inappropriate of me to ask. I didn’t mean anything weird. You remind me of Mary, my eldest. She was twenty-one. Would be twenty-three now.” He didn’t need to clarify. Ros had seen the grave while scouting out the property. Mary wasn’t twenty-one anymore. Nor was she twenty-three.

“In that range,” Ros said.

* * * *

The ghoul called Chloe was wearing a “Women Want Me, Fish Fear Me” trucker cap, and Nora liked her instantly.

* * * *

“If ya don’t mind me askin’, what brings ya to the city, Ms…?”

“Yeah, not so hot on the ‘Ms.’”

“Oop, sorry. Mx…?”

“Ros.”

“Ros. What brings ya to the city, Mx. Ros?”

* * * *

“Oi, Sullivan. It’s McCreery. Got that horse’s owner ‘ere lookin’ for it. Them mutants are keepin’ their distance, so we should be good for a few. Ya mind opening the gate?”

Another voice crackled through the speaker. “Its owner? Well, I’ll be. Hang on, McCreery, I’m opening her up.”

* * * *

“Who trained you, kid? The KGB?”

Nora smacked his arm. In response to Ros’s blank look, she said, “Ignore him. He’s showing his age.”

“You have a hundred years on me, partner. Nothing wrong with reading a history book or two in your time.”

“Yeah? What century would that be, Valentine?”

* * * *

“I still prefer Pale Rider,” Nick said.

“Ehh…” Nora mirrored Piper’s grimace from before. “Too Eastwood.”

“I’m surprised you even know who that is.”

“First I’m too old, now this? Jeez, make up your mind, Nick.”

“The Grim Reaper is multicultural,” Piper said.

“Death is multicultural,” Nick corrected.

“On that lovely note,” Nora said, pushing back from the table, “I’m going to bed.”

* * * *

“Oh, gosh, that’s a big needle,” Piper said with forced lightness.

Nora hummed noncommittally, so Nick imagined it was even less reassuring when she said, “Do me a favor and look towards the window on the far wall, would you? That’s the one. Yep.”

* * * *

“Remember to breathe, Piper,” Nora said.

“I’m breathing,” Piper said with tension that suggested she was not in fact breathing. “Just got a little…ugh, a little woozy for a moment.”

“Tilt your head this way. Relax, deep breath. Sip on this.”

* * * *

“We’re open. You don’t—” Nick broke off. His fingers scratched against the door, metal against wood. A God-awful sound, really.

“Sorry to bother you, Mr. Valentine,” Danny said, “but I assume this belongs to you?”

Ros attempted a grin. She presumed it looked deranged, her hands being cuffed behind her back and all.

Nick gave her a flat stare. “Tell me why I should say yes.”

“Uh, I didn’t kill anyone?” she offered.

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Told you the fic wouldn’t be completely tragic. Mostly. Cause I don’t want to make it too easy on anyone, I’m gonna be sneaky again and switch fandoms. Here’s the treat I promised: a rough preview of Chapter 33 of The Mad Witch. This chapter’s gonna be a fun one.

Later that evening, long after Tonks had left on patrol, Penny found me curled up in a ball beneath a blanket on my bed. She didn’t say anything at first, simply climbed onto the bed to lie next to me, offering no more than a warm presence. It was all I needed to break.

“She lied to me,” I said, my voice cracking. I hadn’t meant to say it, and it sounded pitiful. The voice of some poor, heartbroken child.

Penny tucked my hair behind my ear. Softly, she said, “I know.”

“I crossed a line. It’s a bad line.”

“I know.” She kept stroking my hair, brushing the shorter strands of my fringe away from my face every time they escaped from behind my ear. “You know you have to tell her.”

“She’ll never forgive me.”

“That’s not true.”

“She’ll still be furious.”

“Maybe. But you’re long overdue for a conversation. There aren’t really any options left.”

I closed my eyes, because she was right and it was terrifying. “I don’t want to lose her,” I whispered.

“That’ll be up to her, once you take that step. It takes two, and if you’re the only one that’s been reaching…” She trailed off. I rolled over to bury my face in my pillow. “Hey, you. Come here.” Sitting up, she pulled me upright so she could slip her arms beneath mine in a hug. I rested my chin on her shoulder, feeling even more like a child. “Do you remember what you told me about Conall?” she asked.

I hummed noncommittally over her shoulder. She pushed me back so I was forced to see the determination in her sapphire eyes.

“If she breaks your heart…” she began with a smile.

“Oh, God.”

“…I’ll grab Tonks, and we’ll go knock some sense into her. Isn’t that right?” I leaned forward to press my forehead to her shoulder with a mortified laugh. Loving, yet mortified. She rubbed my back. “Whatever happens, I’ll be here for you. All right?”

“Thanks, Pen.”

“You’d do the same for me. You always have.”

#you have no idea how badly i want to share every line i’ve written recently #wip wednesday #rosemary reaper #fallout 4 fanfic #the mad witch #uhhh there are too many characters to tag

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vendettavalor · 4 months

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⚔️ MUSE INTERVIEW ⚔️

BRISBANE BAGLEY

NICKNAME:

“Name’s Brisbane. People usually call me Bris ‘less I’m workin’ with ‘em, related to ‘em, or huntin’ them. Then it’s Bris, Pa, or Bagley respectively.”

GENDER:

“I believe the kids these days call it transgender? It’s hard work keepin’ up with the terms when they keep changin’, and I’m an old man so forgive me, yeah? Me n’ my wife swapped bits a bit later n’ life than most. She wanted to be a Sheila, I wanted to be a bloke, so that’s what we did. In any case, I can’t be arsed to put a real label to it anymore. I’ve gone by he, I’ve gone by she, I’ve gone by they, I’ve gone by it. Can’t say I care too much anymore at my age. Just call me Cerelum- or Captain, if nothin’ else. I don’t mind.”

ORIENTATION:

“The term bisexual still exists, dunnit? That’s what I’ve always identified as. Can’t pick, ya see. Too many bloody gorgeous people across the spectrum for me to settle on just one.”

NATIONALITY/ETHNICITY:

“I’m Aboriginal Australian on my father’s side and plain ol’ colonizer Australian on my mother’s. Long way of saying- I’m full Australian, mate. Just in case the roo ears and tail didn’ give it away.”

HEIGHT:

“Last I checked, I was 198 centimeters. So that’s… what, around 6’6” in Eagle units? ‘Course that was when I enlisted and like I said, I’m old. Mighta shrunk since I got me first star patch but it’s around there I reckon.”

STAR SIGN:

“Myths don’t subscribe to that astrology stuff, sorry. Not sure what it means. I think we have our own version of it but I’m gonna be honest- it’s all rubbish to me. Never paid attention so I can’t give ya a real answer.”

FAVE FRUIT:

“Watermelon. Bonnie’s was always a stick in the mud about it- said it just tasted like water. She preferred mangoes or passionfruit, hard as they were to get her hands on. Me personally, I loved it. Nothin’ betta to have on a hot day sittin’ on ya porch. It’s cool, it’s refreshing, and if ya know how to pick ‘em, they’re real sweet.”

FAVE SEASON:

“I always preferred the fall. Harvest season always brought about the best of summer’s end and autumn’s beginning. Cool but not cold, sunny but not hot. Ideal time for huntin’ and outdoor activities like that. Bonnie and I used to take picnics every weekend we could out in the park near home. Watch the leaves fall and the animals fatten up on the stores they’d built up. Nice time, I’d say.”

FAVE FLOWER:

“Protea. Pink and orange ones especially. It was somethin’ Bonnie n’ I used to bond over actually - we had the same favorite flower. Every anniversary and holiday we’d build a bouquet of them together. Used to have a garden full of em’. Good times those were. Our house never lacked for color, I’ll tell ya that for free.”

FAVE SCENT:

“Almonds. Reminds me of my wife. The lass was obsessed with them. Her favorite treat they were. She’d eat them till she made herself sick, swear em’ off, then go right back to ‘em. Like clockwork. My sweet gal- she was a right mess at times she was.”

COFFEE, TEA, HOT CHOCOLATE:

“‘M Australian, mate. It’s tea morning, noon, and night. Personally prefer something with a stronger fruit flavor than your usual earl grey or green. Morning tea’s usually something with caffeine to wake up, noon might be green tea with honey and lemon for health, but it’s always chamomile with milk and lavender at night. And I don’t think I need to mention that I prefer my drinks hot.”

AVERAGE HOURS OF SLEEP:

“I try to get my eight to nine hours. Truthfully though, I don’t think I’ve slept more than four or five at time since I enlisted. It would take a real Act of God or miracle for that to happen at this point.”

DOG PERSON OR CAT PERSON:

“Dogs, actually. Maybe I’m just not afraid enough of dingoes. But I’ve seen what cats have done to some of the native populations in other places. I’ll take dogs over that any day. ‘Sides, I’ve had better luck working with dogs on farms and ranches than I ever have with cats.”

DREAM TRIP:

“If ‘m bein’ honest, I love travel. Part of the reason Bonnie n’ I enjoyed our time in the service, aside from knowin’ the difference we were makin’, was being able to hop from place to place. We saw Europe, we saw the Americas, we even went as far down South as Cape Town. Those were the days.

We always dreamed of taking a long trip once the war was over. No place in particular. Just our pile of savings, couple’a backpacks and passports, and off we’d go. By plane or by cruise or by rental, we just wanted to wander the world. See all the hidden gems hiding behind the tourist traps. Taste all the delicacies we could never stick around for at our own leisure, make camp in woodlands and parks sleeping under the stars. Maybe work occasional odd jobs. We didn’t want a formal plan. We just wanted to live wild and free for a bit before we finally laid roots back home. ‘N even though Bonnie’s gone, some part of me would still like to make good on that dream.”

NUMBER OF BLANKETS THEY SLEEP WITH:

“Bit of an odd one, innit? I try to rotate blankets but I have three main ones. A weighted one scented like lavender to help with the nighttime anxiety, a home made stuffed duvet that my own grandparents gave me on my wedding day, and a thick crocheted piece made with love and left to me by my wife. I take good care of all three. Got a lotta sentiment to them, you know? The memories they carry are bittersweet they are - but I wouldn’t change a thing about them.”

RANDOM FACT:

“I’m seventy years young and I’ve got… twenty three? No- twenty five grandkits. I love each and every one of them to pieces. Unfortunately, I haven’t seen much of them since my daughter up an’ ran off with the man she married. He always did give me a bad feelin’… I know the oldest three are a clever bunch and would take good care of their younger ones. Still, I hope to the goddess they alright, and I won’t rest until I find them and know for certain that everythin’s okay. Especially with the second oldest. Piper always was the kit closest to me. I’d do anythin’ to make sure my little lightning bolt’s still kickin’ somewhere out there.”

TAGGED BY: @tacticalvalor (From main- thanks boo! ❤️)

TAGGING: Y O U!

#// o I loved doing this so much #dash game : i’ve been caught up in a riptide #about : you’re just a lost cause #( ocm : brisbane bagley the kind old grandpa roo )

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seunghaniyeyo · 6 months

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‘라이즈’ 홍승한 (2003)

Fibio Anfernee Farrera

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paterson-blue · 3 years

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Honey, You're Familiar (Like My Mirror Years Ago); Part 3

Part 3: The Date

Part 1 I Part 2 I Part 3 I Part 4 I Part 5

Summary: Things don't go exactly to plan. Clyde stresses.

Word Count: 4,010

Warnings: fluff, spice, grumpy Clyde Logan, pouty boy (but he's still in love), sentimentalism, sickly sweet pet names, smoochin', grindin', oral sex (male receiving), cum on body (not in!), original female character–let me know if I need to add anything else!

A/N: Thanks again to @paper-n-ashes for being my beta reader & quelling all my writing jitters. You're the absolute best!

Prefer AO3? I gotcha!

It’s a fuckin’ disaster.

Starts out nice. Juniper shows up on his doorstep wearin’ a slinky little black dress, one that shows off her curves and makes Clyde’s mouth go dry. She tells him he looks handsome and he feels giddy. He sweeps his newly styled hair out of his face, sayin’ she looks absolutely stunnin’. Juniper beams, grabs his hand, tells him they better get a move on ‘fore they’re late.

They’re late. They’re later than late.

They aren’ five minutes outta town when lightenin’ starts to streak across the sky. Clyde shifts uneasily, eyes cast upward towards the swirling heavens. It’s rainin’ cats and dogs in no time and Juniper has to slow to half the speed limit to drive safely. Clyde’s thoughts go to the river up ahead, the one the road crew was still tryna’ re-stabilize since the last storm flooded it.

Fifteen minutes from their destination and they have t’pull to a stop on the highway, suddenly blocked in a jam. Flashin’ red and blue lights indicate an accident up front, and while Clyde spares a thought to whoever was involved, he can’t help but check the time. They aren’ gonna make their reservation, he just knows it.

The car behind ‘em lays on its horn, the sound makin’ both Clyde & Juniper jump. The driver either doesn’ seem to understand the concept of bein’ stuck or plain just don’ care. Clyde clenches his jaw, glowerin’ into the rear view mirror—he can only see the driver’s silhouette behind the bright glow of the headlights. He’s keepin’ his cool until the driver reaches his arm out, in the pourin’ rain an’ all, just t’give Juniper the finger.

Clyde’s unbucklin’ his belt quick as can be, chest heavin’ as he reaches for the door handle. He’s ‘bout ready to stomp to the car and yank the man out.Teach ‘im a lesson on manners, teach ‘im t’treat a lady like—

“Clyde.” Juniper stops him in his tracks with just his name on her lips. He looks over at her from under his hair, expression tense. She reaches up to caress his cheek, holdin’ his face in her little palm so sweetly, thumb brushin’ over the sharp line of his jaw. “Leave him be. It’s not worth gettin’ into trouble.”

Clyde deflates, honey brown eyes downcast. He sounds miserable when he speaks. “… We’re gonna miss dinner.”

“I know, sugar. It’s okay.”

His heart flutters in his broad chest despite his distress. She’d called him ‘sugar.’ He likes that; wants to hear it again real soon.

By the time they get through all the traffic and make it to the restaurant, their reservation is indeed gone, table havin’ been given away. They stand together just outside the building, under the little awning in an attempt to stay out of the rain.

Clyde huffs, so morose that he’s unable to enjoy the way she was pressed up against his side. “M’sorry.”

Juniper frowns, reachin’ up to pat his stomach gently. “You stop that. You haven’t done anything to be sorry for.”

Clyde shakes his head sadly, heavin’ out a sigh. “It’s the Logan Family Curse.”

She looks up at him, brows arched, her hand still settled on his belly. “Oh is it now?”

He nods, brows pinched together. Juniper reaches for his hand, pulling it to her lips and pressin’ a kiss to his knuckles. “You aren’t cursed, Clyde Logan. And if you are, I’m perfectly happy to be cursed right along with you.”

Clyde doesn’ quite know how to respond to that, but luckily, he doesn’t have to right away. Juniper moves her lips to the pads of his large fingers, kissin’ ‘em gently before lettin’ him pull his hand away. Clyde cradles her pretty face in his palm, takin’ the time to admire her. Finally, he speaks. “Thank you, darlin’. That’s mighty nice of you t’say.”

Juniper nuzzles into his touch, sighin’ happily; it makes Clyde feel all warm and fuzzy inside.

“I’m only saying what’s true. Now c’mon. I know it’s a Friday night but there’s bound to be somewhere we can eat.”

They end up findin’ an old fashioned drive-in burger place, somewhere they can park and eat in the car out of the rain. It’s not where Clyde wants to take her; she deserves to be wined and dined all proper, not greasy burgers and milkshakes. But Juniper doesn’ seem to mind; as soon as they’re parked she’s squintin’ up at the menu, a big smile on her face.

“This all sounds so fucking good.” She giggles, lookin’ over at him. It makes the disappointment in Clyde’s chest fade away, and he leans over the center console to peer out the window to see what choices they were offered. It puts him in her space, and Juniper leans in to press a gentle kiss to his temple. He blushes, his cheeks only getttin’ hotter when she brushes some of his hair out of his face. He desperately wants to kiss her but he doesn’ know if it’s the right time.

He’s finally acceptin’ the night’s change of plans—finally acceptin’ that this might be good, burgers and fries while dressed up nice, watchin’ the rain pour from the safety of Juniper’s little Corolla—when the carhop comes out to tend to them. Clyde’s already diggin’ into his wallet as Juniper rattles off their order; he holds his debit card out, arm reachin’ over Juniper’s lap.

The carhop doesn’ move for the card. Instead, they say “Card machine’s down. Cash only.” in what Clyde thinks is possibly the most bored tone they could muster. He tries not to bristle as he fumbles with his wallet for a second time, patience already worn thin from the night’s events. He’s only got a fifty in his billfold. The fifty.

Their fifty.

He hesitates, even though he knows it’s irrational; Jimmy always did tell him he was too damn sentimental for his own good. Juniper must realize—she always does, Clyde never seems to have to explain himself to her—because she grabs her purse from the floorboard. Clyde stops her, shakin’ his head as he tugs the fifty dollar bill out. “S’alright, darlin’. Y’told me t’save it for a rainy day.”

Juniper’s face softens at his words, and Clyde hands the money over to the carhop, who looks like they want to be literally anywhere else. Soon Clyde’s been given his change, and he quickly puts it back up. As soon as he’s done Juniper’s reachin’ for him, pullin’ him in by his collar. Clyde goes willingly, twistin’ in his seat to move his prosthetic to the middle of her back, arm wrapped around her.

“I’ll give you another one.” She tells him firmly, and Clyde huffs out a laugh.

“Well that’d be awful silly of ya, Junebug. You’ll run outta money real quick if y’keep givin’ it all t’me.” He tries to soothe her with a joke, wantin’ to let her know that it was alright. Sure, it had been special to him—reminded him of their meetin’—but it was just a piece a’ paper. What was a piece a’ paper when he had the most important thing right here in front a’ him?

He wants to curl up further into her, but their positions don’t allow for it—the vehicle doesn’ exactly allow for him to move his long limbs much a’ anywhere. If this was as close as he could get, he was satisfied. Juniper shifts suddenly, eyes trained on him as she leans closer. They share a breath, then two, and then she’s pressin’ her mouth against his.

It’s nothin’ if not chaste. Clyde gets the feelin’ she doesn’ exactly want to neck in the front seat of her car like teenagers—at least not in plain view of the drive-in’s staff and other patrons. Just a gentle kiss, a little more than a peck; firm and lingerin’ just enough that he knows it happened. Juniper follows it up with another one at the corner of mouth, their noses pressin’ against one another’s cheeks.

It’s more than enough for Clyde; more than enough to get his pulse to sky rocket. He can’t remember the last time he’s been treated so gently, so much love in such a small movement. She gives him a smile when she pulls away, and they both sit back in their seats, starin’ all heart-eyed at one another. She takes the metal of his hand in hers, holdin’ it, and Clyde thinks maybe he should reconsider the whole curse thing.

They head back home after finishin’ their meal, the storm slowly peterin’ off as they get closer to Clyde’s trailer. Juniper walks him to his door, gigglin’ when she offers him her arm to escort him. He takes it, grinnin’ like a fool as they stomp up the front steps. They stand there under the yellow porch light, humid heat surroundin’ ‘em. Clyde usually hated the humidity, but not when it was like this, creatin’ such a hazy, intimate bubble around ‘em. Juniper drops her arm, but only to reach for Clyde’s flesh hand, holdin’ it in both of hers.

“I had a really nice time tonight, Clyde. Best date I’ve ever been on—and I mean that.”

Clyde can feel himself blushin’, a pleased smile turnin’ his lips up. “I had a good time, too. Wouldja—wouldja wanna do it again? Sometime soon?”

“Yes.” She answers almost before he can finish askin’, and they both laugh. There’s a beat, a pause, a breath, and then Juniper is leanin’ up the same moment Clyde’s leanin’ down. It’s a relief when their lips touch, like the first drink a’ water in the mornin’. Clyde thinks he’s been parched his whole life and never even knew it.

Juniper’s the one who deepens it, the one who drops his hand to lean into him, to thread her fingers through his thick hair, holdin’ him close. And fuck, Clyde isn’ gonna fight it. He wraps his arm around her, prosthetic against her back as his hand moves to hold her face. His palm envelops her cheek, thumb under her chin to keep her head lifted. They kiss and kiss, and when she makes a little whine in the back of her throat Clyde swears he’s floatin’.

When she pulls away to breathe he makes a sound of his own, a disappointed little groan that she huffs out a laugh at. He’d be embarrassed if she wasn’ nuzzlin’ her nose against his cheek like she can’t get enough.

“Those lips a’ yours aren’t fair.” She murmurs, and Clyde hums, strokin’ his thumb along her jawline. He doesn’ want this to end, he thinks for possibly the thousandth time that night. He doesn’ wanna let her get back in her car an’ drive across town, over the train tracks, past the antique shop, until she gets to the bed & breakfast.

He wants her right here, and he’s never been the one in this position, but he doesn’ hesitate when he asks her, “D’y’wanna come in?”

She nods, and it sets his chest aflame. They straighten up, untanglin’ themselves from one another even as she leans into his side, not wantin’ t’be too far. Clyde’s hands shake as he unlocks the front door but he doesn’ care if she sees. He wants her to see, wants her to know what she’s doin’ t’him. Maybe then...maybe she won’t leave.

Clyde flicks on the lights, closin’ the door behind both of ‘em. He watches as Juniper assesses his things: his clumsily cleaned living area, the small kitchenette that was (thankfully) decluttered. The hallway leads back to the bathroom, and then his bedroom, but Clyde doesn’ dare look towards it, much less lead her that way. Instead, he steps towards the fridge, hand reachin’ out to brush against the door.

“Want anythin’ t’drink?” He asks, voice quiet, as if nervous to disturb the silence. Juniper shoots him a smile, shakin’ her head as she perches on the couch.

“No, I’m okay, thank you.”

Clyde nods, lingerin’ there even though he doesn’ want a drink neither. Her eyes look him over, amusement showin’ in them.

“Why don’t you c’mere? If you want, of course.”

He wants. Oh, how he wants. So he goes, movin’ across the distance between them in three long strides until he can sit himself next to her. He’s stock straight, heart thrummin’ in his chest; his nice button-down feels all tight against his skin, too itchy. He thinks only her touch’ll soothe it, but doesn’ wanna ask her. Juniper, however, reads his mind; she always can. She smoothes a hand over his jean-clad thigh, leanin’ in ever so slowly, like she’s gonna startle him if she moves too fast. Clyde’s breath catches in his throat as she kisses him again, and it's heaven, it's heaven.

It’s different from in the car, from on the porch. This time there’s more purpose to it. Juniper’s kissin’ him—tastin’ him— like he belongs to her, and Clyde thinks maybe it's because she knows he does. He’s tryna’ angle his body just right, tryin’ t’lean down without puttin’ a crick in his neck. Not that he’d care much, if he did--a crick was worth this, worth the feelin’ of her tongue brushin’ against his bottom lip, against his teeth.

Juniper makes a frustrated little noise, pullin’ back, and Clyde’s brows furrow in confusion.

“Wha--Wha’s--?” He stammers out, flesh hand flexin’ on her waist, the silky fabric of her dress feelin’ so soft and cool against his skin. Juniper’s lips are plush and kiss bitten; Clyde tries to take a picture of ‘em in his memory, eyes trained on their pretty color. He almost misses her question. Scratch that, he does miss her question; has to very ineloquently say “huh?” to get her to repeat it. She ducks her head, voice shy.

“Can I, uh--get in your lap?”

Shit. Shit. Clyde nearly feels dizzy for all the blood rushin’ down south. It makes him a little self-conscious; she’s not gonna want t’sit on his lap and have his cock pressin’ into her all demandin’ like. But damn, his little Junebug looks so eager, her eyes darker than he’s ever seen ‘em, and like he’d said: he wants. So he just nods, barely breathin’.

Juniper shifts, pushin’ him into the back of the couch and he goes easily, willingly. She hikes her dress up her legs and Clyde gets a barely there peek of dark green lace before she’s straddlin’ his lap. He moans, can’t fuckin’ help it, and Juniper dives in to capture the sound with her mouth. Her hands are on his face, in his hair, fingers rubbin’ the shells of his ears—he’s surrounded, he’s drownin’, suffocatin’. He’s never felt so alive.

His own hands are placed chastely on either one of her hips, though he knows his flesh hand must be grippin’ her somethin’ fierce. The thought flashes in his mind, of him leavin’ little fingerprint shaped bruises on her skin for her to feel the next day. It makes him shiver underneath her.

Juniper takes and takes, and Clyde lets her. Clyde wants to be taken, in whatever way she’ll have him. Suddenly she’s pullin’ away just enough to suck in a little air, lips still brushin’ against his. He presses his long nose into the soft skin of her cheek, breath hot between them. When Juniper speaks, her voice is strained.

“Touch me, Clyde. Please.”

He doesn’ hesitate. His good hand moves from her hip to her ass, grabbin’, kneadin’ as he pulls her tighter against him. She lets out the prettiest noise Clyde thinks he’s ever heard, and his lips find her neck as his other arm comes around to hold her close. God, she tastes so good; her perfume fills his head until he feels dizzy with it.

She's pressed flush to him like this, grindin’ her hips against his. Clyde’s hard and leakin’ in his brand new jeans and the only thing he can think of is hearin’ her little noises again. Her hands are back in his hair, pullin’ at it, sweepin’ it away from his face so he doesn’ get tangled in it as his mouth makes a hot path down the neckline of her dress.

It feels so damn good that Clyde doesn’ realize she’s tryin’ to get his attention until she yanks on his tresses, his scalp burnin’ from it. Honestly he thinks he groans, rough and wild in his throat, the pain shootin’ straight to his cock. But it makes him look at her, and she holds him from divin’ back into her skin.

“Clyde I wanna—I wanna taste you. Is that okay? Can I?”

Lord Almighty above. That should be his line, it really should. But how can he argue with her? He’d give her anythin’ she wanted, anythin’. And she wanted—wanted to put her mouth on him. Clyde spares a thought for all the trimmed and proper men he’s seen in porn, how much nicer they looked, how Juniper deserved the best. West coast mean surely didn’ look the way he did. But then,“Yes,” he’s sayin’, voice ragged, “yes.”

And she’s slippin’ out of his lap onto the floor between his legs. Clyde’s heart pinches, and he leans forward to pick her right back up. To say “oh, darlin’, y’don’ need to be on the hard floor like that. Lemme stand an’ you c’n sit right back on these here pillows.” But before he can get his legs under him she's pressin’ her face between ‘em, nuzzlin’ into the scratchy fabric of his jeans, right up against his cock. Clyde’s brain short circuits.

“Been wantin’ this.” Juniper murmurs, small hands workin’ at his belt, and Clyde arches his hips up, tryin’ t’help her get his jeans off. He can’t believe this—can’t believe this is happenin’. She tugs his jeans and pants down his legs, just enough that his cock is revealed. Clyde clumsily unbuttons the first couple buttons at the bottom of his shirt, not wantin’ to get the new fabric messy. Juniper seems to like his idea; she sighs and leans forward to press her lips to the bare skin of his stomach.

“Sweetheart.” Clyde whispers, voice all trembly. He stretches out a little, givin’ her more access to his pale abdomen. Her lips are so soft against his skin, against the dark trail of hair leadin’ down, down, down. She follows it, nosin’ to the crook of his thigh, teeth scrapin’ deliciously ‘fore she turns her attention to his cock—already plump and stiff, and very interested in her ministrations. She wraps a hand around it and Clyde’s breath catches in his throat. She studies his cock, gives it a gentle stroke, thumb rubbin’ at the velvety head.

“You’re so big.” Her voice is quiet, but it startles Clyde all the same—he’s been transfixed by the vision in front of him.

“O-Oh, I-m, uh—“

He’s attemptin’ to apologize—his first instinct, really. But his brain isn’t really functionin’ all that well, and then she’s leanin’ in to lave her tongue over his slit. Clyde groans, a sound comin’ deep from his chest as he zeros in on the pretty pink of her soft, wet tongue. Juniper hums as if she’s pleased, a little smile on her face, and then she’s slippin’ her mouth over his cock in earnest.

Clyde’s head drops back against the couch pillow, lungs strugglin’ to suck in air. Oh fuck, oh fuck, fuck—it felt so good. She was gorgeous, she was perfect, she was a fucking angel doin’ this for him. She couldn’ take all of him into her mouth but goddamn she was tryin’. It didn’ matter—even if she wasn’ usin’ her hand to make up the difference, Clyde thinks he could cum just from seein’ her there between his legs, her silky soft lips on his skin.

He moves with her—not in a way where he’s pushin’ her or askin’ for more, but in a way where she’s pullin’ him; she’s the ebb and flow of the tide and he follows her willingly. His back arches, toes curlin’ up in his boots; his prosthetic settles on top of her free hand where it was grippin’ one of his large thighs. His other hand is too busy grippin’ the couch cushions to do much else. He’s lost to it—to her—an’ he doesn’ wanna be found.

It’s over far too quickly, embarrassingly so—it even surprises him. He’s ridin’ the high of his pleasure and his orgasm hits him so hard and fast that Clyde barely has any time t’warn her. All he can do is make a frantic noise, her name garbled in his throat as he quickly tries to push her off a’ him. But it’s too late—he’s cummin’ the same time that she’s pullin’ away, and Clyde can only watch in an odd mix of both arousal and horror as his cum paints her chin, neck, and cleavage.

Juniper’s mouth is held open in a surprised little ‘o’ shape, brows arched, and Clyde feels fuckin’ humiliated.

“J-Juniper, darlin’, m’so sorry, I—“ He scrabbles behind him for the throw blanket layin’ across the back of the couch, tuggin’ it into his lap so he can clean his mess off a’ her skin. He’s quick to tend to the spend on her cleavage first, hyperaware of how close it was to the fabric of her pretty black dress. “I’m sorry, I tried t’warn ya but it was too—“

“Clyde, it’s okay.” Her voice is all raspy and Clyde bites back a moan at the sound of it. She was so fuckin’ sexy, fuckin’ flawless. He’d cum all over her, messy and wild, and she was still lookin’ at him like he’d hung the damn moon. She pulls herself to standin’, and Clyde’s gaze dips down to where her knees were all red from kneelin’. Just another thing he didn’ know he found hot until now.

“But I guess it’s a little dangerous to keep this on, huh?”

His gaze snaps up to her face when she speaks, and she’s wearin’ a grin, eyes alight. Then she’s twistin’ her arms around, wrigglin’ out of that cute little dress until it graces the linoleum floor. She bends down to pick it up, drapin’ it carefully over one of the kitchen chairs. She moves like it’s nothin; like the sight of her in her heels and underwear ain’ makin’ his cock try to thicken up again.

“Yer so beautiful.” He tells her, gaze trained on her as she walks back over to him. Clyde feels so small with her standin’ in front of him; feels vulnerable even if he was still mostly dressed. Juniper steps out of her heels slowly, placin’ them to the side before leanin’ in, restin’ her hands on the back of the couch on either side of his head so she can kiss him.

Clyde runs his flesh hand over her bare waist, down the swell of her hip, toyin’ with the band of her underwear. He doesn’t push it down; he won’t without her permission. It’s enough to kiss her like this, soft and lazy, feelin’ her skin underneath his. He feels all gooey and happy from his orgasm, even if it had come sooner than he’d have liked.

He sighs into her mouth, content; chases her lips when she pulls away. Juniper starts to work on the buttons of his shirt, and he sits up to help her ease it off a’ his shoulders. She folds it neatly, settin’ it to the side; Clyde forces himself to speak, tryin’ to get his brain back in workin’ order. “D’y’wanna—wanna go back to the bedroom? You c’n lay down and I’ll—I’ll take care a’ ya.”

He thinks he sounds all awkward and silly, but Juniper gives him a warm smile, and his insecurities fade. She was always comfortin’ him, whether she knew it or not. She places one last lingerin’ kiss to his lips before noddin’ at him. “I’d like that.”

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cookie-run-kingdom-story · 3 years

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(Cookie Run Kingdom) Episode 4: Hero’s Gate

Strawberry Cookie: This place… feels different! Is this what the Vanilla Kingdom was like? Custard Cookie III: Let’s hurry and let them know about their king’s return! Chili Pepper Cookie: Mhe he, that kingdom better be rich. I’m gonna fill my bags tonight! Strawberry Cookie: I hope that’ll be enough to get me that new DLC… GingerBrave: I wonder what awaits us at the opposite end!

Strawberry Cookie: This cavern… is too dark. GingerBrave: Try not to crumble everyone!

GingerBrave: Something is written on the wall! Wizard Cookie, can you take a look? Wizard Cookie: Well, let me see… These carvings are so small I can’t see them clearly… Wizard Cookie: “You are being watched.” Custard Cookie III: Huh…? But we’re the only ones here! Chili Pepper Cookie: Just an old stupid carving! I’m sure there’s nothing to worry about!

Custard Cookie III: What a splendid rug on the wall! Wizard Cookie: This is not a rug, it’s a tapestry! Wizard Cookie: What a remarkable level of craftsmanship! Tapestries like these usually depict mythological themes or historical events. Strawberry Cookie: It’s covered in sand… All this sand reminds me of the Pilgrim Village. Custard Cookie III: What a beautiful scenery!

Ginkgoblin Marauder: Bwa ha ha! Treasures! Treasures everywhere! Ginkgoblin Marauder: Take them all! Gingerbrave: And what are you doing? Ginkgoblin Marauder: GAH! We’ve been found!

GingerBrave: Another tapestry! Chili Pepper Cookie: Huh… These Cookies are fightin’ some dragon! GingerBrave: Don’t they look just like us? Fighting their foes all together! Wizard Cookie: Well… I do see the similarities! Fortunately, we haven’t encountered a dragon yet!

Chili Pepper Cookie: Hmpf! It’s getting darker! Wizard Cookie: Hey! Would you try not to step on my robes, please? GingerBrave: We could use a torch! Let’s light a fire!

GingerBrave: Look! That must be the scavenger camp! Chili Pepper Cookie: Mhe he he! They must be keepin’ their valuables there! Looks like I’m in for a treat! Wizard Cookie: It’s not the time to think about enrichment! We must stop the marauders from escaping with the relics!

Strawberry Cookie: And this… Wizard Cookie: That’s right! Up until now, we have been learning about the Vanilla Kingdom’s history! Wizard Cookie: What’s portrayed on the tapestries is the story of the kingdom’s founding! GingerBrave: And that must be the founder Cookie! GingerBrave: I wonder who that was… And where this Cookie is now! I’d love to meet them…

GingerBrave: More carvings! Wizard Cookie, take a look! Wizard Cookie: Me again? Alright… Wizard Cookie: “One who is not worthy shall not pass.” Strawberry Cookie: I wonder what that means… Custard Cookie III: They must be waiting for the last Vanilla heir- me! Forward, my friends!

White Lily Cookie: Oh… It’s you. GingerBrave: White Lily Cookie! What are you doing here? Wizard Cookie: Looks like she’s praying… White Lily Cookie: No, no… This is my dear friend. Custard Cookie III: This statue is your friend? Who is it? White Lily Cookie: My old friend and the founder of the Vanilla Kingdom… White Lily Cookie: Pure Vanilla Cookie. Custard Cookie III: GAH! How could I…! Please forgive me! White Lily Cookie: I miss him… When I think of Pure Vanilla’s Cookie’s face I feel…. Sad. White Lily Cookie: The last thing I remember… is him, trying to protect me. White Lily Cookie: What could have happened? I want to remember… GingerBrave: Come with us to the Vanilla Kingdom! White Lily Cookie: There is something I’d like to tell Pure Vanilla Cookie. I’ll follow you afterwards.

Bat-Cat: We’ve been expecting you! GingerBrave: You again Old Rags? Licorice Cookie: I order you to stop calling me that! Bat-Cat: Looks like you haven’t left a single trial for us to pass… How’s that for thoughtfulness! Bat-Cat: Meow! We’ve been following you from the Pilgrrrim’s Village! Choco Werehound Brute: Cleared the way for us! LOSERS! Gha ha ha! Choco Werehound Brute: We deal with them here, we go to the Kingdom! Licorice Cookie: Heh, I couldn’t have said it better myself! Bat-Cat: You won’t win this time, you… FLOUR FLATS! MEOW! Licorice Cookie: But… No matter, ATTACK!

GingerBrave: Phew! Looks like we’ve made it! GingerBrave: The gates of the Vanilla Kingdom! Custard Cookie III: Ah, can’t wait! I’m going in first!

Pilgrim Village Elder: Ho ho ho! Looks like we underestimated you! Pilgrim Village Elder: However… I come with bad news… Pilgrim Village Elder: The Vanilla Kingdom you were seeking was… It… disappeared during the Dark Flour War. Cookies: Disappeared?! GingerBrave: Dark Flour War?! Pilgrim Village Elder: The war, started by Dark Enchantress Cookie and her armies… They would burn Cookies into black ashes… The “dark flour”. Pilgrim Village Elder: To end the destruction, Pure Vanilla Cookie managed to banish Dark Enchantress Cookie… But at a great cost! Pilgrim Village Elder: Then the whole Vanilla Kingdom just… vanished! Pilgrim Village Elder: Many tried to solve the mystery of the vanished kingdom… But don’t you see?! This would only bring the return of our greatest foe upon us! Pilgrim Village Elder: This is why I devised these “trials”… They were supposed to stop the foolish from reaching the Vanilla Kingdom! GingerBrave: Yet we passed your trials! Pilgrim Village Elder: Yes, yes… Well done! As for this lot… Pilgrim Village Elder: I’ve been keeping an eye on you… cheaters! Pilgrim Village Elder: You are disqualified from the trials! Forever!

Licorice Cookie: Just you wait, old Cookie! This is not the end! Licorice Cookie: We will have our revenge! Pilgrim Village Elder: Phew… Not very civilized! Pilgrim Village Elder: The Cake Monsters have been acting strange lately… Pilgrim Village Elder: I believe they are seeking the Vanilla Kingdom in order to resurrect Dark Enchantress Cookie! GingerBrave: What can we do to stop them? Pilgrim Village Elder: Undoubtedly, they will turn to Pomegranate Village. You must follow them and find out what is going on there!

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siribear · 3 years

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before they leave, virgil reveals he has plans for their relay. a pipe dream, he called it, to get back into the institute. get the serum himself. but now that they’ve come - it’s the most excited, most hopeful, he’s been their entire time here.

by contrast, deacon isn’t happy to learn the plans are on the terminal. with no spare holotapes to download the plans on, she has to interface with the terminal herself. which means she has to step out of the power armor and bathe in radiation until a rad-x pill kicks in.

and it does, but not before she feels the growing headache, the ache in her gums. the plans download to her pip boy quickly in comparison.

‘think we should relocate out here?’ deacon says suddenly. ‘even the institute doesn’t want to come out here. worth it in exchange for the radiation, if you ask me.’

whisper looks over her shoulder to see him fiddling with some scrap on a table. keeping his hands busy, maybe. while one hand pokes at an old typewriter, the other is balled into a fist. his fingers flex, then clench, then flex.

‘i can have sturges draw up a floor plan for your new house when we get back, how about that? we’ll start construction when we bring back virgil’s serum.’

he walks up beside her, puts an arm around her shoulders. ‘this is why you’re my favorite.’ his voice sounds even more distorted through his suit up close, unfiltered through the power armor’s speakers. ‘always giving me something to look forward to.’

before she has time to register and unpack that statement, virgil’s terminal pings. file transfer complete. she has him check for any missing pieces, any file corruption, just in case. it’s all there. every little piece that’ll bring her to shaun.

except one.

‘someone will have to decode the courser chip before it will take you anywhere,’ virgil explains. ‘that’s the only missing piece.’

‘we know a guy,’ deacon says, ushering her back into the power armor. honestly. a girl collapses from radiation poisoning once and now it’s an issue. ‘anything else we need to know?’

virgil ignores him and looks up at her once she’s fully settled within the armor. he considers her, frowning. ‘you look.. familiar,’ he says slowly.

‘i’ve heard that before.’ from the synth she met with danse. he looked at her and said he could trust her.

he hums. ‘how old is your son?’

at that, whisper pauses. she - doesn’t know. the boy in kellogg’s memories has her confused. is shaun still a baby? or is he that ten year old she saw with kellogg? how long after the murder and kidnapping did she really wake up? whisper clears her throat. ‘an infant,’ she answers. ‘why?’

a heavy sigh is her answer before he shakes his head. ‘it’s nothing. the virus,’ he says, eventually, ‘has its side effects. sometimes i think i’m losing parts of myself.’ he knows something, or thinks he knows something. or maybe the combination of the virus and isolation have gotten to him.

whisper lifts her left arm slightly. ‘it’ll take some time to complete all of this, but i promise, i’ll be back with your serum.’

virgil nods. ‘thank you.’

deacon is almost comical in his ushering her out of the cave. ‘i thought you wanted to put down roots here?’

he grunts, slapping his hand against the back of the armor to get her to move faster. ‘right. casa del deacon. that’s after we get back, though. for now, we should go.’

‘alright, alright. i can’t wait to get out of this tin can, anyway.’ she breaks into a jog; the power armor’s strength carries her bounding steps further than deacon’s expecting. he yells hey! as she speeds back toward the edge of the glowing sea.

the return trip is quicker than the initial journey. they opt to keep walking through the night, dodging around packs of ferals and more wandering deathclaws until they’re finally out of the sea. she and deacon remove their respective helmets once her geiger counter finally stops ticking halfway down the road. blood drips onto one of the gauntlets, pooled at the bottom of her helmet collar.

at the edge of a small farmstead, nestled in a grove of dead trees, they treat her bloody nose and rising rads. a man interrupts deacon hooking up her radaway bag, gun raised, he shifts it between the two of them. ‘what do brotherhood bastards want now?’

whisper brings a blood-soaked cloth away from her nose. ‘not brotherhood,’ she explains, nasally. she illuminates her power armor with her pip boy, the area awash in green. ‘have they been through here much?’

the man lowers his gun slightly. ‘asked for supplies. a place to stay. kicked my own kids out of their beds so they could sleep here. if you aren’t brotherhood, what do you want?’

‘my partner here’s got two left feet,’ deacon explains. ‘tripped and fell on her nose. we just need to rest a moment. outside your house. totally out of your way.’

whisper snorts, more blood spurting from her nose. she spits red onto the ground. ‘we’ll move on soon, and we won’t be a burden on you or your children.’

the man grunts. ‘you’re minutemen, right?’ at whisper’s nod, ‘come on. at least i can keep a better eye on you inside, if you’re lying.’

deacon stuffs the ivs and needles back in his bag, and whisper removes the fusion core from the power armor and tucks it in her own. she removes a pouch of caps and hands it over to the man. ‘i don’t know if this will make it up to you, but - ‘

he takes it. ‘didn’t know if you minutemen would know how to find us out here. no caravans. my kids only hear the stories on the radio. my little girl’s a big fan of the general.’

deacon elbows her lightly, then tips her head back again and leads her toward the house. ‘i’ll make sure a patrol makes it down here. supplies, food, anything we can provide.’

‘you’re the general?’ he asks with disbelief. then he laughs, his demeanor changing completely. ‘oh, my little girl’s gonna love this.’

between whisper’s recovery and deacon’s stories to the kids, they end up staying the night. the father ushers the bother and sister back to their rooms once the sun begins to set. the exhausted pair are left alone with a pile of extra clothes on the floor as bedding and frayed blankets draped over a lone couch. broken and open windows allow the cold night air to blow through the small house. whisper sits on the couch, curled in on herself with one of the blankets wrapped around her.

‘you’ve got a little fan,’ deacon murmurs at her feet, wrapped in his own blanket.

‘and you told her i killed the mirelurk queen by myself.’ she kicks him softly.

‘hey, i was knocked out. what do i know?’

she chuckles lightly, drapes her arms over his shoulders and rests her chin on his head. under the ever-present wig, deacon’s now sporting a rough, ginger stubble that scratches against her chin. whisper watches the kids in the other room, smiling, as they sprawl out in their sleep.

deacon runs a finger along her palm, and her fingers curl in response. ‘what’s on your mind, partner?’

‘these kids have to deal with a lot,’ she says, airily. ‘back - back where i’m from, it wasn’t this harsh. certainly not perfect, but nothing like this. but they’re still finding things to be excited about. they looked so happy listening to you.’

‘it’s you everyone’s enamored with, pal. that little girl definitely wants to be you when she grows up.’

‘she’ll have to find herself a mouthy partner, then. wouldn’t be the same without one.’

at some point in the middle of the night, whisper abandoned the couch entirely, and finds herself waking up curled next to deacon on the floor. she sits up, one of deacon’s arms sliding down to rest in her lap. the rest of the members of the house are already awake, despite the sun barely having risen. beside her, deacon stirs.

‘i’m getting too old for this, for sure.’ he stretches out like a cat. ‘the kids are up, too? man.’

whisper notes he isn’t surprised at all to see her next to him. ‘come on, old man. let’s go home.’

they haven’t talked at all about what virgil told them. maybe he’s waiting until they return to hq so they don’t have to repeat themselves when making their plans - and even have more opinions on what’s surely going to be a ridiculous plan. whisper remembers the dead bodies strewn about the switchboard. the names deacon could remember. methodically and easily cut down, only slowed but not stopped by hails of turret fire.

‘a courser,’ deacon says absently. always following her own train of thought.

‘a courser,’ she repeats.

he sucks in air between his teeth. ‘that’s not gonna be easy.’

she sighs. ‘you saw him. if there were another way, he’d know. for now, this is what i’m stuck with.’

‘i’ve seen you do some crazy things, whisper, but this?’ he pauses. ‘tom could probably cook something up with those blueprints. let’s have fighting a courser be the last resort, okay?’

he’s scared. deacon, who led her into a den of synths with just the two of them, who followed her into the glowing sea despite its inhabitants, is scared. ‘you don’t have to do this. i’ve seen power armor take a beating.’

‘what kind of partner would i be if i let you go after a courser alone? if that’s what you want to do, i’ll be there. let’s just explore our options, first.’

‘okay,’ is all she says in return. she can’t allow his nerves to get to her. not since this is for shaun. she’s so close now; whether deathclaw or courser, she can’t let anything stand in her way. but it will be comforting to have him by her side.

sturges greets them at the gates to the castle, and she’s all too eager to hand over the power armor to him. he notes the flecks of blood in the helmet and the dried stain on her jumpsuit, but she waves him off. ‘radiation. where’s preston?’

‘in the armory, working with a few others on building more guns. havin’ trouble keepin’ everyone armed, now.’ he grins. ‘but that’s tons more friends we’ve got, and much less more enemies, right?’

whisper is mostly just glad to get out of the armor. the reminder that she’s now built a militia, an army, doesn’t bring the same smile to her face. with the prydwen looming across the bay, she remembers the words from nate’s speech, the only part she didn’t have to help him write: war never changes.

‘how’s everything going here, then? i see the shops are coming back outside now.’

sturges ducks down into the hallway. ‘yep. we’ve had some caravans out of bunker hill set up inside those old buildings. a family or two are living further down the neighborhood and joined us. all’s goin’ pretty well.’

when they reach the armory, there’s already a group of minutemen standing in the small room. it smells of gunpowder and grease, and a stack of ammunition sits on the middle table along with a series of laser rifles and pipe guns scattered along the other tables. with the slight rumbling from the power armor, one of the minutemen drops a screw for his pipe gun and looks up at the incoming armor.

there’s a scramble of movement as the minutemen move out of the way while also trying to clean up their mess of weaponry. sturges makes it through to the power armor station toward the back. the armor powers down, and after he steps out of the armor, pulls down a series of hooks to hold the frame in place.

with the power armor out of the way, the others finally see her walking down the hallway. the minutemen stand at attention, black-stained hands across their brows. preston, however, moves away from the bench, his jacket slung over a chair in the corner. he approaches her, hands reaching for her but stops himself short.

with a sigh and a soft smile, he says, ‘i’m glad you made it back safe, general.’

whisper looks behind him to the minutemen standing at attention. ‘thank you, preston. i do have something to talk to you about. and you, sturges,’ she adds, noting that he’s already put on a pair of safety goggles and heavy gloves.

after telling the rest of the minutemen to return to what they were doing, whisper leads them down into the tunnels and to sarge’s terminal. deacon startles at the doorway. ‘uh, anyone else see that thing, or did i eat some bad rations on the road again?’

‘he’s deactivated, don’t worry.’

deacon looks him over. ‘he’s facing that terminal. did he deactivate himself?’ whisper takes a deep breath. ‘whisper.’

she shoves his shoulder, but he crosses his arms. ‘you can punish me later, okay? but first - ‘ whisper explains virgil as she loads up the plans onto the terminal. behind her, sturges whistles.

‘complicated, but given some time, i can do it. this part, though,’ he circles a finger around the schematic for a computer, ‘that’s gonna be the hard part.’

‘we know a guy,’ whisper and deacon say simultaneously.

at that, sturges nods. ‘alright. no problemo. give me a few months, and - ‘

whisper nearly chokes. ‘months?’

‘this is a pretty big contraption here, general. we gotta clear out an area, build the thing - and the amount of materials we have to collect. our numbers will help, but it’ll be a while.’

months. her stomach sinks, same as when she walked into kellogg’s empty house and found nothing. a hand suddenly lands on her shoulder, startling her. ‘a vacation. thank you, sturges,’ deacon says, voice pitched higher to match her own. in his voice, ‘we have to coordinate with our other friends, too. and i’m sure everyone will come out of the woodwork with their own problems they want you to solve. it’ll pass quickly, don’t worry.’

whisper takes a deep breath. right. months to finish, months to scratch everything else off her to-do list. she angles her head in his direction. ‘to our friends, then? should we bring them here, so they can work together?’

deacon grimaces. ‘that’s between des and tom. the amount of battery acid injections he’ll make us all take before he agrees..’ he trails off with a wince.

‘battery acid?’

‘carrington wasn’t happy when he introduced it.’ he shrugs. ‘less happy when i let him inject me with it. i might be able to convince him, but it’s up to des.’

preston and sturges look at each other, then to whisper. ‘it’s, um. a long story.’ she shrugs off deacon’s arm and inserts one of the holotapes on the desk. ‘just in case, i’m going to make a copy. that way tom can at least look at it.’ she does and puts the holotape in her bag.

‘alrighty then. you and your friends story everything out.’ he claps whisper on the shoulder, and she’s sure there’s going to be a bruise from all the reassurances today. ‘i’ll get started on this right away. don’t you worry.’

but she worries. back up the stairs, she worries. because it’s months. she barely notices preston still following behind her until he puts a hand on the small of her back. ‘i don’t... mean to add more to everything going on, general, but i thought you should know: mama murphy’s been asking about you. she wants to talk to you, back in sanctuary.’

mama murphy. ‘you don’t think she had a vision, do you?’

‘i hope not. she has to take jet to see anything. can you - can you check in on her, at least? i’m sure the longs would like you see you, as well.’

‘of course. i should see how codsworth and dogmeat are doing, too.’

‘right. uh,’ he removes his hand and takes a step back. ‘i guess i’ll coordinate a few groups to retrieve scrap metal for this project.’ he wipes his brow. ‘after a shower.’

‘i know a few places that might have some useful scraps. i can mark it on - ‘ she pauses, then, ‘did you say shower?’

‘yeah, sturges found some piping after we cleared out a collapsed wing. we put up some curtains and he set up a few showers.’

whisper blinks, then bolts toward the workshop once more. tom and mama murphy can wait. she’s going to take a shower.

#siri drabbles #series: we will all go together when we go #i'm really just writing so i can say i have a rough draft at this point #i'm so close to the institute and all the heartbreak it's gonna be fun

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fernando-jpg · 4 years

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Christmas time

Summary: Reader finally gathers up courage to ask Daryl about his past while they chat.

Pairing: Daryl Dixon x F!Reader

English is my second language so if you see any mistakes in my writing just let me know!

You were staying at some abandoned house, you and Rick had found on the run for supplies. You two were just coming back, backpack stuffed with food and other needs, thankful that you found something, when you two stumbled upon this house. It was big, with a rather high fence around it. Rick shot you a look instantly as you two noticed it, before you took off your backpack and dropped it down behind the fence. Rick offered helping you out with climbing but you declined, getting up the fence and dropping down behind it. You took Rick's backpack before he jumped over the fence too. You pulled out your machete before gesturing to Rick to open the front doors.

You two got inside and searched throughout the whole house, twice before exiting the house. It was fully furnitured, and even had a stove running with gas. On the yard there was a well. You checked it and found that it hadn't frozen and the water wasn't infected with anything.

You and Rick quickly returned to the little camp you had on the road and told everyone the news. Obviously we quickly moved in there. We slept in the living room where was warmer than in other part of the house due to the fact that there was a fireplace. You settled in the left corner where you could lean against the wall with Carol next to you. Despite it seeming like heaven after you spent four months on the road mostly, there were zombies wandering around the house. Not many of them, but still.

Christmas Day rolled in finally. Girls have decided to decorate the room you were sleeping with some things they found on the attic. They cut some old fabrics and hanged it. They also found a small Christmas tree and settled in on the table. They wanted everyone to feel the Christmas spirit. But you couldn't. You didn't felt it. For the first time in your life.

After having a small Christmas dinner, you've noticed someone's absence. Daryl was nowhere to be found. You excused yourself from the people you talked to but they didn't want to let you go so easily.

"Where are you going?" Carol asked. You almost forgot that they wanted to sing some Christmas songs. You liked singing but you really weren't in the mood for it.

You replied with a short excuse, saying that you'll be back soon. You brushed past her and Lori, before heading out of the room. You grabbed your jacket and went down the hallway. You opened the doors and walked into the front porch. You didn't find anyone around so you've decided to sit down on the bench. There was a blanket hunched over the back of it and you've decided to wrap it around yourself.

"Watcha doing here?"

You looked over your shoulder only to see Daryl walking up to you with his crossbow in hand.

"Sitting." you answered. "You can sit with me if you want."

He mumbled something in response before placing his crossbow against the wall of the house. He then walked over to you and sat next to you on the bench, keeping a small distance between you two.

"You were hunting?" you asked.

"Nah, jus' lookin' around." he said. "I saw some walkers but they seemed to be more interested in the cat that was runnin' away than me."

"Poor kitty." you murmured.

"You shouldn't be out. It's cold here."

"I'm fine. I needed to catch some fresh air." you said, fixing your jacket. "In the end, I found this blanket. It's pretty cosy, not gonna lie."

"That's m' blanket." he remarked as he looked you up and down.

"Oh. Sorry--It was just laying here." you replied.

"Yea' m' keepin' the watch t'night." he answered.

"I can give it back to you, but I if you want."

"Nah, ya seem to be enjoyin' urself with it." he sent you a small smile.

"And you seem to be freezing your ass off." you remark. You quickly unwrap the blanket from yourself and place it on his and yours shoulders. You scooped closer, your legs touching now so you two could fit under the blanket. "Better?"

"Yea', thanks."

You sent him a brief smile before returning to looking at the trees that were surrounding the house. You and Daryl sat in the comfortable silence for no more than a minute before you've heard voices coming out of the house. You two looked at each other before you spoke up.

"They started to sing the carols."

"I ain't coming there." he scoffed.

"Me neither." you answered with a chuckle. You turned around to again Daryl who looked at you with raised eyebrow. "What?"

"Why ain't ya celebratin' with 'em?" he asked.

You shrugged. "Dunno. I'm not really feeling it. The Christmas spirit, y' know? These Christmas aren't like these I used to have for previous years."

"Yeah, now everything's different." he grumbled, looking briefly into the distance.

"Back in the days I would dress up the Christmas Tree almost a month before the actual holidays." you said and Daryl looked back at you. "I would play in the snow and build a snowman with my brother. Sometimes our dog would get lost in the snow because he was so small." you giggled and even Daryl let out a snort. When the slight laughter died you sighed softly.

You reached into your jacket pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes as well as lighter. You reached out the pack to Daryl and with a gruff he took one cigarette from you. You took one as well before lighting up yours and his tobbaco and hiding the pack.

"What about you?" you asked as soon as you exhaled the smoke from your mouth.

"'bout me ?"

"How did you spent the holidays?"

"I-uh, didn't really celebrate the holidays." he mumbled out.

"Really?"

"Yeah, uh, my fam, didn't really care' bout such things."

You noticed he looked down as if embarrassed of what he just told you. He took a long drag of his cigarette and you were sure he was stressed. You knew what it was about. You heard that Merle was pretty much locked up in sorts of prisons throughout his life. That their parents were drunks who didn't really care about their children. You overheard that when Merle was arguing about this sort of thing with Daryl once at the quarry.

"Have you ever got anything for Christmas? Present?" you asked.

"No." he sighed. "I come from a poor family. My old man preferred to spend money on things he needed rather than what me and Merle wan'ed."

"...I'm sorry Daryl."

"Ya have nothin' to be sorry 'bout." he said. "Not your fault my parents were shit."

"They were that bad?" you murmured the question. You didn't want to offend him but still wanted to find out more about him.

"One time, I got lost in the woods. I couldn't find m' way back home for a few days. After I finally managed to get back home, dirty and starvin' I realized… my old man didn't even acknowledged my absence."

"What about your mom? Merle?"

"Merle was at that time locked up at some facility for stealin' and… my mom was gone by that time for good few years."

" She died?"

Daryl scoffed dryly. "Stupid bitch burned herself on her own bed with a cigarette." he mumbled before taking one last drag of his cigarette. He dropped it down onto the wooden floor and smashed it with his boot. You did the same.

You looked at him shyly, but he didn't hold your gaze. He was staring off in the distance, wearing a blank mask over his face as if he just said, didn't bother him in any way. But I did. You knew it.

"The scars at your back…Your dad did it to you?" you finally gathered the courage to ask him this. Ever since you noticed his scarred chest and back, that time you were patching him up at the farm, you couldn't let go of it. You were curious about them but more sad. There must have been a sad story written behind them. You wanted to ask him about them but you couldn't just jump straight into questioning him about them.

Daryl wasn't responding for some time and you felt embarrassment wash all over you. You overstepped the line; you shouldn't have asked. Of he was ready he would tell you.

"I'm sorry I shouldn't have-"

"Yeah it was him." he cut you off. "After he got drunk he would lash out his anger on me. It was bad when Merle was locked down but it worsened when he ran away from the house. Eventually I did too."

You felt bad for him. He was pretty much treated like shit most of his life and. They called him redneck and more stuff even since him and Merle arrived at the quarry. Daryl wasn't like that. He was kind and caring man who would die for people he bonded with.

"I'm sorry Daryl." you muttered. "You don't deserve that shit. You didn't deserve to be treated like that."

He sighed softly to himself before softly nodding. Your heart hurt when you seen him in that state. You need to lighten up the mood.

You reached back into your jacket pocket and pulled out your lighter. You picked her up while you were on the run with Shane and Glenn once and since then she hasn't left your pocket.

You reached your hand over to Daryl and grabbed his hand. He immediately looked at you but didn't flinch as he had before. You opened his hand and placed the lighter inside.

"Let's say it's my Christmas present for you." you said as you closed his hand with yours. "Keep it."

"You don't have to give me that." he said, finally looking into your eyes.

"I know. But I want to." you sent him a sad smile.

You slithered your arms around his own and placed your hand on his shoulder. He stiffened at first but when you started to rub circles against his biceps he seemed to relax.

"Merry Christmas Daryl." you whispered.

"... Merry Christmas."

#whew okay #dunno man #like wtf #Is this #But okay #daryl x reader #daryl dixon x reader #daryl dixon fanfiction #daryl dixon imagine #daryl dixon #twd daryl #daryl x you #norman reedus #norman reedus imagine #the walking dead amc #the walking dead #Twd

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What about if Perle met a nice, slim black cat? A male that perhaps is the father of her kittens, and Mundy and Lu are seeing him for the first time as he courts Perle outside the base? Spy could compare the wild, outdoorsy cat to his lover, Mundy.

Excellent suggestion! I did write it a bit in one of my longer stories but here it is, in a bit more detail.

“Meow.”

"You were right, Mundy, the kittens are not running away."

"Told ya, she's raisin' them right, aren't you, pretty cat?"

Mundy and Lucien were outside in the desert. They had spread some cloth on the floor and were enjoying a snack with Perle and her young kittens. She had had a litter of four a few months before. All were black and white, some with longer hair than others, like their mother.

"Mundy?"

"Hm?" Mundy turned and saw his lover hold a grape for him in front of his mouth. He ate it and pushed his lips on Lucien's cheek. "Love ya."

"So do I."

The kittens were playing with each other, mewling happily, while Perle was lying between her masters, being spoilt like a queen. One was scratching her head, and the other, her back. She purred and purred until she rose to her feet and stretched. Mundy and Lucien didn't pay much attention to it as they dived back in their conversation while playing with the kittens.

"D'you want to keep them?" Mundy asked.

"Whom?"

"The kittens."

"I do not know. What do you think? Should we keep them?"

"No idea. But if we do, they're gonna need names, eh."

"Ah, oui, you are right…"

They looked at the kittens. All were white with black patches or the other way around.

"There are two ladies and two gentlemen, oui?"

"Yeah."

"So we need two masculine names and two feminine ones. And please, if you accept, they have to work in French too."

"Okay, let's have a think… This one, it's a female and she's black with a white patch on her head… Why not Star?"

"Étoile." Lucien translated. "That is a beautiful name."

"Yeah, and it suits her cause the patch on her head looks like a star a bit."

"Ah oui, you are right, mon amour. What about this one?"

[My love.]

"Your turn, you choose for him." Mundy said.

"Fine. It's a young gentleman… Why not Diamant?"

"What's that in English? Diamond?"

"Oui. The patch on his back is roughly shaped like a diamond, non?"

"Yeah, that works… Ok, my turn for this baby boy, hm…" Mundy pondered. "He's black with only white paws so… uh… Glove?"

"Glove?" Lucien repeated.

"Yeah, he looks like he's wearing white gloves."

"It would sound a bit strange in French but it suits him, he shall be Glove then."

"And that last one?" Mundy asked.

Lucien took her in his hand and scratched her head. The little kitten opened wide eyes and mewled.

"You, you are a lady, mostly white, but with a black tail… Hm…" He left a gentle kiss in her fur. "What about Encre? It means 'ink' in French. She looks like she dipped her tail in some black ink."

Mundy smiled.

"Go for Inky then! So in the end we have Star, Diamond, Glovy and Inky, right?"

"Or," Lucien translated, "Étoile, Diamant, Gant et Encre. Oui, that works."

They exchanged a smile and a peck on the lips and when they parted, Perle was meowing at them.

"Meow."

"Oh, hello there pretty cat, who's that you brought with you, eh? Is that a friend?"

Perle had returned with a black, short haired, adult cat. His eyes were green and he looked quite slimmer than her because of his shorter fur.

"Bonjour, toi."

[Hello, you.]

The black cat approached and the kittens backed up in Lucien and Mundy's lap, mewling repeatedly.

"Oh, they're scared, luv'." Mundy took two, one in each hand, and Lucien copied him.

"This is the first time Perle brings a friend to me. Did you just happen to meet him or her?" Lucien asked his lady cat.

"It's a he, luv'." Mundy corrected him.

"Oh, my apologies, bonjour Monsieur."

[Hello, Sir.]

Lucien and Mundy watched as Perle and him brushed their fur against each other, the same way Perle brushed herself on their legs. Mundy looked at the kittens in his hands and back at the black cat, purring with Perle.

"Oh, God…"

"What?" Lucien asked, oblivious.

"That isn't her friend…"

"What?" Lucien pulled the kittens to his chest defensively. He thought that Mundy had meant that cat was a threat.

"No, love, he's… He's their dad, he's Perle's… mate."

Lucien's jaw dropped to the ground.

"Look at the kittens, they're black and white and some have short hair, like him. The eyes match too, Star and Diamond have the same as he does."

Perle purred as they both lied down one against the other, on the cloth.

"This is the father of your children?" Lucien asked Perle.

"Meow." She answered and both Lucien and Mundy watched as he spooned her and licked her clean.

"Grand Dieu…"

[Good Lord…]

"You can let go of the kids, he won't do anythin' to them."

"How can you be so sure?" Lucien asked.

"If he had wanted to harm them or scare them, he would have done it, regardless of us having them in our hands." Mundy said as he released the kittens. They trotted to their parents and laid down next to their mother.

"He looks quite slim."

"I guess he's a stray or something. We should feed him some."

"Wait-" Lucien interrupted him and put a hand on Mundy's. "Perle, I trust your judgement but I have to ask him a few questions."

"What?" Mundy chuckled.

"This is extremely serious, Mundy, I won't let any stray approach Perle or her children, not on my watch."

Mundy rolled his eyes with a smile. Lucien's protective behaviour amused him.

"She didn't exactly wait for you to give your blessing to go and do her business with him, eh?"

"Oui, but still, I must insist. Perle has been my best friend for years now and it is the least I can do. So, Monsieur, what is your name? And what are your intentions with this family? I must warn you that if your answers are not satisfactory to me or Mundy, then we shall make sure you do not even lay a hair on Perle and her children. Now, some answers please."

Mundy watched as the black cat answered by licking Perle's head, behind her ear. She turned and licked his head back.

"A bit of decency please!" Lucien asked and Mundy chuckled again. "You may kiss the bride at the end if no one opposes this union, but for now, a name and an intention!"

"My name's Soot and I intend to take care of Pearl and my kids if you don't mind." Mundy answered.

"Soot?" Lucien repeated.

"Yeah, cause I'm black, see?"

"Oui, I can see very well, thanks. Now, do you promise to take care of Perle and her children until death do you apart?" Lucien went on, half dramatically.

"Yeah, but which life are you talking about? I'm running on my third right now, eh." Mundy answered for the black cat.

"Well, the third and all those who will come after!" Lucien replied. "Taking care of a family is the commitment of a lifetime and I will personally make sure that you treat Perle and her children in the best fashion."

"Love?" Mundy asked.

"What?"

"Look at them."

Perle and Soot rose to their feet. Perle trotted to her master and meowed, pushing her nose against the plastic bags with treats. Mundy opened it and laid a few on his palm. She took one and it crunched under her needle-like teeth.

"Soot, c'mon boy, come and get yours."

The black cat raised a paw but seemed hesitant. Perle looked at him and waved her tail gently. He took a step but not more so Mundy bent forward to meet him halfway.

"Take it, I'm not the overprotective one, eh."

Lucien raised an eyebrow. He was about to answer when Soot finally came closer and ate in Mundy's hand.

"Good boy, that's it… Lu', give me your hand, and remove your gloves."

Lucien obeyed and Mundy gave him a treat in his hand.

"Give it to him."

"But-"

"Oi, c'mon, manners, this is Perle's hubby now."

"Ah, oui, fine. My apologies, here you go Monsieur Soot." Lucien extended his arm and the cat took the treat.

"Good boy." Mundy scratched his head before putting more treats on the ground. The whole family shared their snack under the sound of their teeth crushing them.

Lucien leaned on Mundy's shoulder.

"He reminds me of you." He said.

"How? I don't have green eyes." Mundy joked.

"Non, it is true, but you too were a bit of a wild stray up until we met, non?"

Mundy wrapped an arm around Lucien and squeezed him.

"Yeah, a bit. And then I met you, like Perle, awfully well-mannered and posh as all hell. And like Perle, you showed me there's more to life than the wild and lonely side of it."

"Hm, I think you are right. But this isn't the only common point."

"Oh?"

"Oui, Perle never had kittens when we were living in Paris. She likes her gentlemen exotic, so do I."

Mundy smiled.

"I'm exotic now, am I?"

"Oui, very much so. A delicacy from another hemisphere and another continent."

"Ooh, I like the sound of that, eh…" Mundy bent down and they quickly kissed each other.

"Meow?"

They looked down. Perle had meowed.

"Oui?" Lucien answered.

Soot and her were sitting side by side and she leaned her head on him.

"I think she's asking you if he can live with us, love."

Perle came forward and brushed herself on Mundy.

"Yep, yeah she definitely is asking that."

"Monsieur Soot," Lucien said, taking a treat in his hand. "Welcome home." He offered it to the cat who came closer and took it between his teeth.

The cat sat between Lucien's crossed legs and rested his chin on the Frenchman's ankle.

"C'mon, pet him, love, show him he's welcome here."

Lucien obeyed and let his fingers approach Soot's head. It was shy at first but he quickly felt more comfortable as the male cat started purring.

"Lu'?"

"Oui?" Lucien looked up at his lover who was petting Perle.

"I think we're keepin' the kittens and Soot too."

"I think so too, on one condition."

Mundy raised an eyebrow.

"You don't forget to take care of me too?" He asked with his fair blue eyes and that sight made Mundy's guts fuzzy and warm.

"Don't worry, I won't."

#tf2 sniper #tf2 spy #sniperspy

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cardest · 3 years

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Halloween playlist

Halloween playlist By Cardest October is my favorite time of the year! Here is 300 songs or so I put together I think will make your Halloween rock! 001 The Misfits - Scream! 002 Alice Cooper - The Nightmare Returns 003 Acid Witch - I'm Back (Sorcery cover) 004 John Carpenter\Alan Howarth - Halloween Theme 005 King Diamond - Halloween 006 Ghost - Mummy Dust 007 Jerry Goldsmith The Omen OST - Ave Satani 008 Fantomas - Der Golem 009 Doyle - Cemeterysexxx 010 Mastodon - Halloween (Instrumental) 011 Cramps - Human Fly 012 Fright Night Soundtrack - Armies Of The Night 013 Shooting Guns - [Wolfcop Soundtrack - Wulver 014 Oingo Boingo - Dead Man's Party 015 Type O Negative - Halloween In Heaven 016 Phantasm OST - Funeral organ-dwarf in hearse 017 Grave Robber - Skeletons 018 John Carpenter - Theme from "The Fog" 019 45 Grave - Night Of The Demons 020 The Birthday Massacre - Horror Show 021 Bernard Herrmann - Psycho (theme) 022 The Misfits - Friday the 13th 023 Blood Ceremony - Coven Tree 024 Goblin - Profondo Rosso 025 October 31 - The House Where Evil Dwells 026 Michael Jackson - Thriller 027 Bobby 'Boris' Pickett & The Crypt Kickers - Monster Mash 028 Ministry - Every Day Is Halloween 029 Sleepy Hollow movie Theme 030 The Damned - Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde 031 October 31 - The house where evil dwells 032 Rigor Mortis - poltergeist 033 Necrophagia - Reborn through Black Mass 034 Fantomas - Rosemary's Baby 035 Pseudo Echo - His Eyes (from the Friday the 13th V OST) 036 Misfits - Dig Up Her Bones 037 Sigh - Graveward 038 Christian Death - Church of no return 039 The Rocky Horror Picture Show - Over At The Frankenstein Place 040 With The Dead - Nephthys 041 David Bowie- Scary Monsters (And super creeps) 042 Early Man - Creature From The Black Lagoon 043 Hellbound Hellraiser 2 Theme 044 Rob Zombie - Dragula 045 Misfits - Night of the Living dead 046 Ramones - Pet Semetary 047 Roky Erickson - I walked with a zombie 048 Blue Oyster Cult - Don't (fear the reaper) 049 The Munsters TV show theme 050 Slayer - Necrophobic 051 Type O Negative - Wolf Moon (Including Zoanthropic Paranoia) 052 The 69 Eyes - Lost Boys 053 The Vision Bleak - The Night Of The Living Dead 054 The Devil's Blood - I'll Be Your Ghost 055 Ghost B.C. - Ghuleh / Zombie Queen 056 Voltaire - Brains! 057 The Shrine - Tripping Corpse 058 Zig Zags - The Fog 059 Doyle - Land of the Dead 060 Danzig - On A Wicked Night 061 Fantomas - One Step Beyond 062 Siouxsie And The Banshees - Dear Prudence 063 The Misfits - Nightmare on Elm Street 064 Warren Zevon - Werewolves Of London 065 The Cramps - Creature From The Black Leather Lagoon 066 King Diamond - Trick Or Treat 067 Arcturus - To Thou Who Dwellest in the Night 068 Deicide - Dead But Dreaming 069 Zombie Ghost Train - R.I.P 070 American Horror Story - Theme Song 071 Antonius Rex - Necromancer 072 THE WOLFGANGS - Cannibal Family 073 THE TWILIGHT ZONE THEME 074 Queens Of The Stone Age - Burn The Witch 075 The Hellfreaks - Boogieman 076 Ghoultown - Drink With The Living Dead 077 Fantomas - Experiment In Terror 078 Coil - Main Title (Unreleased Hellraiser Theme) 079 Autopsy - Skull Grinder 080 Beastmaker - Eyes Are Watching 081 S.O.D. - Freddy Krueger 082 Christopher Lennertz - And So It Begins Supernatural OST 083 Xandria -Vampire 084 Slayer - Ghosts Of War085 085 With The Dead - Living With The Dead 086 Devil Master - Listen, Sweet Demons... 087 G Tom Mac - Cry LIttle Sister 088 Celtic Frost - The Usurper 089 The Moving Sidewalks - Crimson Witch 090 Electric Wizard - Black Mass 091 Return Of The Living Dead Theme 092 Carcass - The Master Butcher's Apron 093 Cedell Davis - She's Got the Devil in Her 094 Zombi OST - Zombie Vs Shark 095 Rob Zombie - House of 1000 Corpses 096 Calabrese - Vampires Don't Exist 097 Dario Argento's LA TERZA MADRE - Main Theme by Claudio Simonetti 098 The Damned - Dr. Jekyll & Mr. Hyde 099 Danzig - Bodies 100 Slayer - Postmortem 101 Fantomas - The Omen (Ave Satani) 102 Cannibal Corpse - The Cryptic Stench 103 The Vampires of Dartmoore - Hallo, mister Hitchcock 104 45 Grave - Party Time 105 Coffins - Decapitated Crawl 106 The Misfits - Them 107 Talking Heads - Psycho Killer 108 Denial Of God - The Curse Of The Witch 109 Lucio Fulci's Zombie Theme 110 Anthrax - Bordello Of Blood (Tales From The Crypt) 111 Iron Maiden - Phantom Of The Opera 112 The Exorcist Theme 113 Demented Are Go - Hotrod Vampires 114 The Creepshow - Zombies Ate Her Brain 115 Tenebre (Main Title) by Goblin 116 Voltaire - Zombie Prostitute 117 HorrorPops - [Bring It On! #09] Walk Like A Zombie 118 Death - Open Casket 119 Friday The 13th Original Theme Song 120 Wesley Willis - Vampire Bat 121 The Cult - The Witch 122 Dracula (1931) Theme Bela Lugosi 123 Slayer - Live Undead 124 Re-Animator Theme 125 Ray Parker Jnr - Ghostbusters 126 Megadeth - The Conjuring 127 Santana - Black Magic Woman 128 The Who - Boris The Spider 129 Entombed - Evilyn 130 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds - Red Right Hand 131 Twisted Sister - Burn In Hell 132 The Edgar Winter Group - Frankenstein 133 Electric Wizard - Dunwich 134 Danzig - Skin Carver 135 King Diamond - Them 136 Salems Lot Theme 137 Dio - Dream Evil 138 Tenacious D - Beelzeboss 139 Dokken - dream warrior 140 The Doors - The Ghost Song 141 Saint Vitus - White Magic/Black Magic 142 The Vampires of Dartmoore - Crime and Horror 143 Fantomas - Spider Baby 144 Rockwell - Somebody's Watching Me 145 Samhain - Halloween II 146 Blue Oyster Cult - Godzilla 147 The Five Blobs - The Blob 148 Rob Zombie - Superbeast 149 The Cramps - Big Black Witchcraft Rock 150 Phantasm Theme Song 151 The Addams Family TV theme song 152 Slayer - Black Magic 153 Necrophagia - Rue Morgue Disciple 154 Bastard Priest - Ghouls Of The Endless Night 155 Ennio Morricone - The Thing (theme) 156 The Vision Bleak - The Wood Hag 157 Soulfly - Cannibal Holocaust 158 Creepshow 2 - Original Theme Music 159 Dracula theme - Bram Stoker's Dracula theme 160 Monster Magnet - 19 Witches 161 Blood Ceremony - My Demon Brother 162 Janet Jackson - Black Cat 163 Cramps - I Was A Teenage Werewolf 164 Nosferatu - A Symphony of Horror 165 The Evil Dead - Pencil It In 166 White Zombie - Cosmic Monsters Inc. 167 Fred Schneider - Monster 168 Men At Work - Dr. Heckyll & Mr. Jive 169 Cathedral - Hopkins (The Witchfinder General) 170 Thomas Dolby - She Blinded Me With Science 171 A Nightmare on Elm Street - Theme Song 172 The Misfits - Halloween II 173 The Guess Who - Clap for the Wolfman 174 Inter Arma - Scarecrow 175 Royal Thunder - Sleeping Witch 176 Slayer - Spirit in Black 177 Yoga - Flying Witch 178 Down - Witchtripper 179 Witchcraft - Ghosts House 180 Serge Gainsbourg - Docteur Jekyll et monsieur Hyde 181 Danny Elfman - [Sleepy Hollow OST] Into The Woods (The Witch) 182 Deicide - Dead by Dawn 183 Elm Street - Elm St's Children 184 Acid Witch - Trick or Treat 185 Satyricon - Black Crow On A Tombstone 186 Possessed - The excorcist 187 Electric Wizard - Satanic Rites Of Dracula 188 Concrete Blonde - Bloodletting (The Vampire Song) 189 Predator Soundtrack - Main Title 190 Kryst The Conqueror - Doctor Phibes Rises Again 191 Ministry - Every Day is Halloween (remix) 192 Megadeth - Devils Island 193 The Misfits - From Hell They Came 194 Devil Master - Black Flame Candle 195 Soiuxee and the Banshees - Fear (Of The Unknown) 196 Cradle of Filth - Her Ghost in the Fog 197 Goblin - Witch (Suspiria Soundtrack) 198 Cliff Richard - Devil Woman 199 NIN - Dead Souls (From The Crow Soundtrack) 200 Alice Cooper - Teenage Frankenstein 201 Misfits - Cold in Hell 202 John Carpenter - Halloween 2019 Theme (Main Title) 203 The Damned - Grimly feindish 204 Slayer - At Dawn They Sleep 205 Atrium - Doctor Jekyll 206 Serge Gainsbourg - Docteur Jekyll et monsieur Hyde 207 Darkthrone - Graveyard Slut 208 Faith No More - Zombie Eaters 209 Candlemass - Demons Gate 210 Bauhaus - Bela Lugosi's Dead 211 Rigor Mortis - Vampire 212 Rob Zombie - In The Age Of The Consegrated Vampire We All Get High 213 BLOODY HAMMERS - Witch Of Endor 214 Ghost - Spirit 215 Autopsy - Tourniquets, Hacksaws And Graves 216 Alice Cooper - Keepin' Halloween Alive 217 Old Man's Child - Return Of The Night Creatures 218 Black Sabbath - Black Moon 219 The Misfits - Walk Among Us 220 Early Man - Frankenstein: I'm Dead Alive 221 Ghoul - Dungeon Bastards 222 Slayer - Spill The Blood 223 Carcass - Corporal Jigsore Quandary 224 Over Kill - playing with spiders/ skullcrusher 225 Frankie Stein And His Ghouls - Elbow Twist 226 Mercyful Fate - Black Masses 227 The Elm Street Group - Do The Freddy 228 Instant Funk - Witch Doctor 229 Cathedral - Tombs Of The Blind Dead 230 Celtic Frost - Necromantical Screams 231 Grave Digger - Witch Hunter 232 Basil Kirchin - Dr Phibes' Theme 233 Necrophagia - Coffins 234 The Misfits - Monster Mash 235 The Vision Bleak - Witching Hour 236 The Vision Bleak - A Witch Is Born 237 Megadeth - Last rites/loved to death 238 Overkill - Frankenstein 239 Dave Edmunds - The Creature from the Black Lagoon 240 Death - Zombie Ritual 241 John Fogerty - Eye Of The Zombie 242 Nunslaughter - Ouija 243 Main Title (Stephen King's IT) 244 Goblin - Zombi 245 White Zombie - I, zombie 246 XTC - Ballad Of Peter Pumpkinhead 247 Misfits - Green Hell 248 Autopsy - Embalmed 249 Slayer - Haunting The Chapel 250 The Devin Townsend Band - Vampira 251 The Frantics - Werewolf 252 Black Sabbath OST by Les Baxter - Main theme 253 Slasher Dave - Moldy coffins 254 Morricone Youth's Night of the Living Dead - Driveway to the cemetary 255 Bob McFadden - The Mummy 256 Screaming Jay Hawkins - I put a spell on you 257 Eurythmics - Sweet Dreams 258 Buddy Haydock & The Boppers - The Raven 259 Helloween - Halloween 260 The Ghastly Ones - Draculon (with intro) 261 Echo & the Bunnymen - People are strange 262 Exhumed - Slaughter maniac 263 Nightmare Before Christmas OST - This is Halloween 264 Cerrone - Supernature 265 The Specials - Ghost town 266 The Cramps - Surfin' dead 267 David Bowie's Labyrinth OST - Magic dance 268 Lalo Schifrin Abominable OST - maine title 269 The Castle Kings - You can get him Frankenstein 270 Ozzy Osbourne - Bark at the moon 271 The Grave Mistakes - Dig your own grave 272 Demons 2 OST - Videomix 273 Wolfmen of Mars - Mouth like Piranha 274 Entrails - The cemetary horrors 275 Obituary - Blood soaked 276 Cannibis Corpse - Mummified in bong water 277 Dawn of the Dead OST - theme song 278 Exodus - Piranha 279 Danny Elfmann's Nightbreed OST - end credits 280 Rigor Mortis - Wizard of gore 281 Ancient Order of the Droids - Torus 282 The Damned - Black is the night 283 Angry Birds Seasons Halloween - Haunted Hogs Theme 284 Dunwich Horror OST by Les Baxter - Black mass 285 Chopping Mall OST - movie theme 286 The Simpsons Tree House of Horror - Halloween Special theme 287 The B-52's - Devil in my car 288 Cannibal Corpse - Beyond the cemetary 289 Sturgil Simpson - The Dead Don't Die 290 Chained to the Dead - Beheaded by Berrymen 291 Sisters of Mercy - This corrosion 292 Exhumed - Defenders of the grave 293 The Cure - The forest 294 Book of Love - Witchcraft 295 Alice Cooper - Welcome to my Nightmare 296 TSOL - Wash away 297 Death - Born Dead 298 Scooby Dooby Do TV Show - theme song 299 Dead Vampires - The Day after Halloween 300 Danny Elfmann's Beetlejuice - main title 666 ACID WITCH - I Hate Halloween 999 Misfits - Halloween

#halloween #Halloween playlist #hallows eve #metal halloween music #horror music

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uaklauslovesdave · 4 years

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4, 8, 12, 14, 16 and 17 for the TUA asks!!

buckle up folks because this got long! it is my nature to be overly thorough about the wrong things and now i’m making it your problem. i’m gonna indulge and i’m gonna indulge hard.

4. What do you think all the siblings’ favorite bands are?

luther: his tastes are elcectic! the boy just likes music and is open to trying pretty much anything!

diego: maybe some like industrial or post-hardcore stuff like nine inch nails or fugazi, or perhaps something like public enemy or wu-tang clan. and don’t tell anyone but he will secretly listen to joni mitchell and other sad lady with guitar music.

allison: she likes motown and 60s girl groups! and she will also listen to some stuff like the fugees and tracy chapman. and when she wants to get amped she’ll listen to bikini kill or something.

klaus: he’s gonna be listening to some gothy dark wave music like the cure or siouxsie and the banshees. he also probably likes gals like debbie harry and kate bush and patti smith. but then there’s also that interest in nina simone and i think he would also be into 60s girl groups.

five: a hard one! i don’t think he has much individual music taste what with his apocalypse stay, and when luther finds this out he makes it his personal mission to give five a music education. eventually he ends up liking tom waits or something.

ben: ben would need smart lyrics and something kind of arty and low key depressing. like the talking heads or magnetic fields. but also let us not forget that he’s a secret pop music fan and remembered backstreet boys lyrics like 20 years after the song came out.

vanya: she’s got her interest in classical, orchestral type music of course, but she’s also into some folks like fiona apple or sharon van etten. and sometimes she’ll let loose to sleater-kinney and the like.

8. Let’s say all the siblings lived in apartments that allowed pets. What would all their pets be? (Bonus: What would they name the pets?)

ok so it is my personal feeling that all of the hargreeves are Cat People, and for reasons unknown to me it is a very strong personal feeling. in fact you might say that this is my hill 689... because it is the hill i will die on. sorry i’ll see myself out.

luther: i know it’s popular to give luther a tiny kitten, but please consider luther with a big ol’ maine coon named Toffee who he treats like a tiny baby. she sleeps on his chest and they slow blink at each other and luther bought her a Cat Stroller and takes her for walks around the neighborhood.

diego: a tiny gray cat he found crying in the alley behind the gym. he doesn’t want to appear too attached so she is just ‘the cat’ and he refuses to acknowledge that he increasingly thinks of her as My Cat and would stab anyone who looks at her wrong

allison: a large long-haired cat who hangs out in a basket in a spare room and hisses any time someone other than allison so much as looks at the room. he tolerates claire, who named him pancake.

klaus: black cat, obviously. he and dave name her jimmy because they are saps and will always remember that jim morrison was playing when they first got together.

five: is it a sin to deny five mr. pennycrumb the dog? well i’m gonna because it’s time for mr. pennycrumb the cat, who is a chaotic, cross-eyed, Head Empty Nothing There cat. Five unapologetically loves and would kill for mr. pennycrumb the cat and no one understands it.

ben: he has a ghost cat named adelaide who likes to sit on high surfaces with him. is ben perching on the counter again? watching klaus and allison smoke in the alley from above on the fire escape? well there’s adelaide the ghost cat loafing right next to ben.

vanya: enormous orange cat living out his senior years with vanya. he has sad eyes and likes to spoon and will let her know loudly when he wants tuna. his name is louie.

12. What sort of games do you think they played as kids?

pretty much anything they did was bound to get competitive and overly tactical. like they played hide and seek and it turned into a day-long high-stakes battle of wits and stealth. but also allison convinced reginald to buy them some classic 90s games like mall madness or something. they all went hard playing this even though they’d never been to a mall in their life.

14. If you could give the siblings’ middle names, what would they be?

i thought about this question and i decided that they would all be weirded out by the concept of middle names! like it felt like a special gift when grace gave them their names and they never even thought to want a second name on top of that. later they meet people with middle names and they’re like hmm seems fake but ok.

16. If instagram or twitter existed in the UA universe, what would all their handles be?

luther: he’s nothing if not earnest so it’s a straight-up @LutherH

diego: yeah he’s gonna be something like @XXkNivES_ouTxX

allison: she’s got her celeb status so she’s @allisonhargreeves

klaus: something very random and nonsensical like @bedazzledhamsandwhich

five: does not fuck with social media

ben: @readmoretalkless which klaus found dull and tried to get him to change to @thewhorer

vanya: she’s keepin it simple and is @vanyaviolin

17. What celebrities do you think the siblings’ have crushes on?

i’m gonna say that none of them have celebrity crushes, for a variety of reasons, but mostly because they are just tuned out of that whole scene. they grew up in the public eye and probably interacted with folks with a certain level of fame, and have since wanted to distance themselves from that. allison of course has had to continue to be part of that world for her work and could absolutely fake niceness and interest as she needed to, but i don’t think she genuinely enjoyed it. especially now after the media completely dragged her for the patrick situation.

#thank you for the ask and for providing me with the opportunity to go off #i am always happy to share thoughts about the hargreeves #the umbrella academy #an ask and an answer #knifecatklaus

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atsuminthe · 3 years

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𝗞𝗲𝗲𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘂𝗽 𝘄𝗶𝘁𝗵 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗠𝗶𝘆𝗮𝘀

SERIES SUMMARY: There is not a moment of silence in the Miya household, not when Minty and Atsumu are together.

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𝗖𝗛𝗔𝗣𝗧𝗘𝗥 𝗢𝗡𝗘: 𝗙𝗿𝗶𝗲𝗻𝗱𝗹𝘆 𝗰𝗼𝗺𝗽𝗲𝘁𝗶𝘁𝗶𝗼𝗻

“A swear if ya killsteal again, a’ll end ya—” Atsumu’s voice echoes through the room. It’s not an uncommon occurrence for the blond to get frustrated easily when playing League of Legends—mainly because it’s either Osamu or Minty making his experience miserable. “God damn it, woman, leave me some gold! What’re ya doin’ with 700 gold as fuckin’ Lulu?!”

“Buying support items, of course,” Minty snickers from her spot at the other desk, clicking furiously as she takes a sip from the glass of water next to her monitor. “Besides, you’re an ADC in season 11. You’re useless anyway—‘Samu has two kills less and deals twice the damage.”

“He’s playin’ Katarina, what else did ya expect?!” he groans, stretching his legs while the screen is still grey. “Bein’ the main provider of the house is tough,” he mumbles, and he receives a slap on his back as his twin’s poorly suppressed laughter echoes in his headset. “Shut up, ‘Samu!”

“Main provider my ass,” Osamu chuckles. “Ya might bring the money, but money ain’t shit if ya don’t have Chocochip with ya. Tell me otherwise, ya can’t.”

“What the—‘Chocochip’? Where did that come from?”

“Minty. Mint. Mint ice-cream. Chocolate chip mint ice-cream, which a like. Chocochip. Easy,” Osamu explains.

“An’ ya let him call ya that for how long?” Atsumu asks, turning around to watch his girlfriend crack her knuckles.

“Seventh grade, maybe,” she hums, yawning. “Everyone calls me differently. Suna called me ‘cheese puff’ once because of how many cheese puff bags I used to eat. And the bastard made me share, too.”

“Christ, this is a nightmare.”

“Yer dead again, ain’tcha?”

“SHUT YER TRAP!”

“That looks like a rectangle.”

“They’re called ‘rice balls’ when they’re triangles, doofus. Shut up already and let me focus.”

The brown-haired man barks a laugh, spitting the toothpick he had carefully perched between his lips. His blond twin groans in frustration, brows furrowed as both of them mold onigiri, various topping ingredients displayed on the kitchen table and counter. While Minty’s out to buy groceries (she either goes herself or drags Atsumu with her, never sends him alone after a very unfortunate event with an egg carton in the car because he doesn’t know how to place things in a bag), the twins decided to prepare dinner with the few things left in the fridge. Their teasing is nothing new to anyone.

“That’s... Decent,” Osamu mumbles as he inspects his brother’s creation, to which Atsumu puffs his chest proudly. “Could use some exercise, but a guess it looks good. Congrats, blockhead, ya did it.”

“Rude!” Atsumu gasps, hand shooting up to rest against his chest as he feigns hurt.

“Just statin’ the truth. No need to get dramatic, Beyoncé,” Osamu snickers, placing the last rice ball on the table. “By the way, been meanin’ ta ask...”

A sudden silence settles in the room as they each grab a chair and sit down, grabbing a treat from the candy jar. Munching quietly on the treats, they sigh.

“Ask the damn question and stop keepin’ me on edge, ‘Samu.”

“Don’t rush me. A’m tryin’ ta put it in a way ya won’t come for ma head.”

“A’ll come for yer head anyway, spit it out.”

“Fine. When are ya gonna propose, ‘Tsumu?”

Silence.

“Ya heard me, stop playin’ dumb.”

“...A don’t know.”

They sigh, again, and look at each other with pursed lips. Osamu opens his mouth again, then closes it without saying a word. He shakes his head, wiping his hands on his trousers. “We’re havin’ a family dinner on Sunday, a hope ya haven’t forgot that—ya did.”

Whatever conversation was supposed to occur is interrupted by the sound of the front door opening, the rustling of plastic bags and a small ‘I’m home’. Nodding wordlessly, the twins get up and sprint on the hallway, both of them trying to reach Minty first—almost hitting a wall in the process, after she dropped the bags and jumped from their path as they barrelled towards her.

“The fuck—you’re both 24, why are you like this...” Minty sighs from her spot on the stairs, watching them pick up the discarded groceries as they scratch each other like cats for the last orange.

#🌿.writes #🌿.series #haikyuu!!#keeping up with the miyas #miya shenanigans #[ atsuminty ]

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yourladyindank · 4 years

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So I’ve been getting quite a few messages in scientific “flip flopping” and professionals “going back” on what they said and so on. So I’m gonna explain roughly what’s going on, with a cat. Let’s pretend cat scratches are a little more severe than they are. Let’s say it’s painful and sore and maybe a bit infected like 70% of the time, you need to be hospitalized 30% of the time, and the cat scratch fever kills you 5% of the time.

All across the globe people own cats, and cats have claws, and the scratching pandemic is getting out of hand! So it’s time to study the cat, and get this scratching nonsense back under control.

So a group of scientists (behaviorlists, nutritionists, vets, the whole nine yards) grabs a bunch of cats, and sets up little cat enclosures, and this is happening all over the world. Meanwhile people are wondering if it’s even actually a problem. I mean they’ve never seen a cat scratch anyone, and their grandmas neighbors son has a cat.

We are gonna say there are seven groups, one for each continent, and we have ten cats per group. So 70 cats we are keepin our peepers on, seein what works. For now they’re tellin the public, maybe don’t hang around your cats too much rn, avoid tryna clip nails or give baths. Just chill.

Spoiler, no one chills. Instead, they panic buy arm guards and towels. So those aren’t available anymore. The scientists tell the public arm guards aren’t recommended, and to please leave shit for the professionals. Remember this

Group 6 gives all 10 of their cats catnip and it works wonderfully and they can trim those nails right up. Catnip and no worries.

Group 3 did the same and 50% of their cats attacked and because hyperactive and aggressive so maybe not.

The media ponders to the people on which group of scientists is lying and which political party they probably work for. The leader of Group 2’s area says that cat scratches are no big deal. People die of infections all the time. Like it’s whatever no worries. Group 7’s nation bans cats.

The anti arm guard group has formed. After all, it only kills you 5% of the time and cats can scratch you anywhere on your body. Arm guards are dumb, the scientists said they don’t even work. Remember?

The leader of Group 2 suggests horse tranquilizer. I mean it works on horses so why not? The leader of group 2 also says that he doesn’t want to results posted anymore and that everyone is trying to make him look bad for his upcoming cat show and how dare you.

Group 4 tries treats with some success. Treats are added to the helps list. Group 1 isn’t tried it yet, so they can’t confirm it, but it’s on the schedule. The media wonders why group 1 and 4 are disagreeing and wonder who is lying and why and how it affects group 2s cat show

Group 6’s nation tries to ban studies on cats and assures people business as usual is the only way. Eventually cat scratches just won’t be as bad. Plus 5% isn’t even big.

Group 2 find arm guards are actually pretty good. They don’t block everything, only the Super Armguards can do that, but those are left for groomers, as they are very high risk.

Group 6’s leader suggests cats are actually just dogs, and endorses group 2s cat show.

The anti mask group is wondering why you are lying to them, cause they’re gonna go to the cat show, hands on arm guards off, to show you!!

Now imagine you could catch cat scratches

It be like that.

#people only think sCiEnCe is legit and happening when they get results #solid ones #any debate that isnt about space is considered a failure #because none of you pay attention to how it actually progresses #and then the scientists made the poor choice of lying #because of how poorly the truth was being handled #basically just be better #covid #masks #mask

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With a Little Help From Our Friends

Pairing: Dean/Cas, background Jody/Donna, past Claire/Kaia Rating: Teen Word Count: 3.3K Warnings: minor mention of alcohol, mention of canon minor character death Written For: Representation Week, hosted by @misha-moose-dean-burger-lover and @specialagentrin On Ao3

Bad boys, bad boys/Whatcha gonna do, whatcha gonna do/When they come for you

Dean pulled out his cell, shrugging off Sam’s eye roll. Only one of two people would be calling him with that ringtone, and Dean would be damned if he was going to let Sam take the joy out of the phone call. He looked at the screen and smiled.

“Jodes, what’s up?”

A brief pause made Dean nervous, but before he could question it, Jody spoke up. “Dean, you’re not in the middle of anything, are you?”

“Nope. Just got back from a vamp nest in Tulsa. We’re keepin’ an eye out, but taking it easy at the same time.” Dean kicked his feet up to emphasize the point, even if Jody couldn’t see it.

“I hate to do this to you then, but I need you.” Jody sounded defeated, and Dean quickly sat back up in his chair.

“What’s going on, Jody?”

“It’s about Claire. And you’re the only person I think would be able to help her out.” Jody let out a sigh. “I wouldn’t call if I thought had any other options.”

Dean frowned. Jody was normally on top of things when it came to all of the girls. “Alright, let me get Sam and Cas–”

“No. No, no.” Jody interrupted. “Just you. Please.”

“Are you sure?” Dean looked over at Sam who had closed the book in front of him. Dean held up a finger and shook his head.

“Dean, she’s going to be embarrassed that I called anyone. But out of all the people I could think of… You’re the one who can probably relate the most.”

“Alright, let me pack my bag, and I’ll be on the road in about twenty minutes, okay?” Dean tried to sound reassuring. “I’ll see you soon, I promise.” He hung up the phone and put it back in his pocket.

Sam raised an eyebrow and rested his chin on his hand. “What’s that all about?”

“Jody needs some help. Hold down the fort? Call me if something comes up, I’ll join you and Cas when I’m done helping her out.” Dean shot a finger gun at Sam before heading to his room.

…

After a quick goodbye to Jack and Cas, Dean took to the open road, hoping to make the trip to Sioux Falls in less than four hours. He popped some Seger into the tape deck for the first half of the drive, and as if they knew the tape was over, another phone call came in.

“D-Train! What’s up?” Dean smiled as he answered.

“I hear you’re on your way to Jodio’s.” Donna’s thick-but-sweet accent came through the speakerphone.

“I am. You know what’s going on?” Dean reached down and grabbed the box of tapes off the floor while keeping his eye on the road.

“Claire’s in a bad place right now, Dean.” She hummed a little, as if in thought. “You know it’s been about a year, right?”

Dean snorted. “Donna, I love you, but you’re assuming I even know what day it is.”

“What are we going to do with you, Winchester? Hmm?” She took in a deep breath. “It’s been a year since the Bad Place.”

“Shit.” Dean briefly closed his eyes and ran his hand down his face. “Wait. What can I do to help her out with that?” Donna started to reply, but her voice was cutting in and out. He picked the phone up off of the seat and noticed his phone only had a bar of signal. “Donna, I can’t hear you, I’m going through a bad spot.” He heard the phone beep in disconnection and shook his head. “Well then.”

He reached into the box and pulled out a random cassette. Upon looking at it, he realized he grabbed Metallica’s Black album and push it into the deck after pulling out Seger’s Night Moves. He tossed Night Moves into the box and took a look at his phone. The bars showed full signal again, and for a moment, he contemplated calling Donna back. He shook his head and turned his focus back to the road.

…

Rather proud of himself for making the drive in three hours and fifty-seven minutes, Dean pulled up in front of Jody’s home, parking Baby next to Jody’s Jeep. Donna’s truck was parked on the other side, and Dean was even more confused as to what he could offer that Jody nor Donna could.

“I thought I heard that engine!” Donna walked down the front steps and pulled Dean into a hug. “I swear you got a horseshoe up your butt with how fast you got here.”

“Probably.” Dean leaned into the back seat after Donna let go and grabbed out his duffel. “So, where’s Hunter Barbie?”

Donna pointed over her shoulder at the house. “In her room. Jody’s trying to get her to eat.”

“Trying to get her to eat? What the hell? Claire puts away food like it’s going out of style.” Dean’s face dropped as he followed Donna into the house.

“We know.” Donna nodded in agreement. “But…”

“Is that Dean?” Jody appeared from the hallway, a full plate in her hand. “Thank goodness you’re here.”

Dean looked back and forth between the two women. “You gonna let me know why you wanted me here?”

“I thought I would be able to relate to her.” Jody hung her head. “With what happened to Sean and Owen.” She leaned into Donna as Donna wrapped her arm around her shoulder. “I get that first love strikes fast, but she blames herself for Kaia’s death.”

“So, how am I supposed to help again?” Dean asked, slightly nervous about where the conversation was going.

“Dean, you’ve gone through something similar, when Cas died.” Donna smiled sadly at Dean.

“I’m not…” Dean shook his head. “Nope, you got that wrong.”

Jody’s head snapped up. “Don’t you dare say that you don’t love Cas, Dean Winchester. Don’t you do it.” Jody got into his personal space and jabbed at his chest with her finger. “You can pretend all you want, but your family has eyes, Dean. Now go in there, and talk to the girl who looks to you for fatherly advice.”

“Jodes,” Donna quietly chided Jody and took her hand. “Don’t push.” She looked at Dean. “Go talk to Claire. Please?”

“Still don’t know how it’s going to help.” Dean walked up the stairs to the bedrooms, vaguely remembering which one was Claire’s. He listened carefully, and heard the soft sobs coming from behind one of the doors, and stopped to knock on it. “Claire?”

“Are you fucking kidding me?”

Dean heard the muffled retort and couldn’t help but laugh. “That’s what I said, Kiddo. I’m coming in.” He pushed down on the door level and opened the door. Claire was laying on her bed, hugging the Grumpy Cat that Cas had bought her for her birthday. “Hey.”

“Jody seriously called you?” Claire’s bright blue eyes peaked over the stuffed animal, and Dean could easily see the resemblance between her and Jimmy. “I’ll get over it. I just need a few days.”

“Yeah, that’s what we tell ourselves, isn’t it?” He reached into his pocket “Remind me, you’re over twenty-one, right?”

“Dean, I’m twenty-three.” She pushed herself up to a sitting position. She tilted her head curiously. “What are you doing?”

“Jodes probably has you dry at the moment, doesn’t she?” He offered his flask to her. “Just a little burn down your throat to ground you.”

Claire looked at Dean in surprise. “Seriously? Jody has the guy who suggests getting drunk to deal with his feelings come and talk to me?”

“Excuse me?” Dean closed his flask back up and put it in his pocket. “A shot of whiskey never hurts anyone.”

“So a bottle of JD is a shot now?” Claire shot back.

Dean pointed his finger at Claire while trying to find the words to prove her wrong. “It’s better than the alternative, and I’ve done the damn alternative.”

“You’ve been sober?”

“Sonofabitch.” Dean ran his hand down his face. “Is this how you’ve been treating Jody and Donna?”

“Nope. They walk away when I tell them to go away.” She laid back down, grabbing the stuffed animal and rolling over. Her back fully to Dean, she commented. “This does mean I don’t want to talk to you.”

“Now I know why they called. I can out stubborn your ass any day.” Dean crossed over and sat on the foot of the bed. “Now. I understand we’re about to hit a year since that… place.”

“And the fact that you all hid from me that there’s an Alternate World version of Kaia here. And you keep telling me to get over her.” Claire’s voice raised in anger with each sentence. “Why should I get over her? Cause there are other girls out there? Cause there are boys out there? Newsflash! I’m a big flaming Lesbian! And this isn’t exactly the best area to go looking for that.” Claire sobbed into her Grumpy Cat. “And I want Kaia.”

Dean’s heart broke, watching Claire collapse in on herself. “Hey Kiddo, come here.” He put his arms out to the sides, offering a hug. “You’re getting softie Dean right now. Come here.”

A sniffle and some shuffling around on the bed and Claire curled up in Dean’s arms. “I know as hunters, we’re not supposed to entertain what-ifs and what-could-have-beens. But Dean, I’m young. She’s… she was young. We should have had more of a chance. I promised to protect her.”

“I know, Claire.” Dean rested his cheek on the top of her head. “And in turn, she jumped in front of you. Protecting you instead.” Claire nodded into his chest, and he took a deep breath. Dean knew why he was there. “I promised to take care of Cas like that, you know.” He gently rubbed Claire’s back as she cried into his chest. “But he’s a freaking angel of the lord. What can I do to protect him?” Dean shook his head. “I’ve watched him die too many times. And this last time? It was too real. It hurt so much.” He closed his eyes. “Claire, he died not knowing how much I love him.”

Claire pulled back slowly. “Did you just admit…” She shook her head. “You do love him.”

“Yeah, I do.” Dean nodded. “I’ve loved Cas for a long time.”

“Does he know? You got a second chance.” Dean blushed at Claire’s question, causing Claire to erupt. “DO YOU KNOW WHAT I WOULD GIVE?”

“Calm yourself, Barbie.” Dean threw his hands up in defense. “I want so badly to tell him, but it’s never the right time.”

“Newsflash, Dean. It will never be the right time. Stop pushing it off.” Claire squinted and shook her head. “What are you so afraid of?”

Dean stood up abruptly, nearly knocking Claire off the bed. “Nope. Not turning this around on me. I’m here for you.”

“Yeah, well sometimes, one finds healing in the healing of others.” Claire pointed at the recently vacated spot. “Sit your ass back down. You’re supposed to be acting like my Dad and taking care of me, now do it.”

“Because this is how you win me over.” Dean rolls his eyes. “Besides, you said I’m supposed to be helping you. How am I helping you if you’re talking to me about Cas?”

“I’m not thinking about Kaia. I’m working on another problem. Which is why you won’t tell Cas you love him.”

Dean mumbled to himself, despite knowing that Claire was going to make him repeat himself.

“Did you think I wasn’t going to hear that?” Claire glared at Dean. “Look who you’ve surrounded yourself with. Donna and Jody are my moms. They’re together. I just told you I’m a lesbian. Charlie is a lesbian. Rowena has no idea what gender means and will sleep with anyone that’s pretty. Sam is your brother and loves you no matter what. Hell, he’s been putting up with you and Cas forever.”

“Putting up with?” Dean stared in disbelief. “The hell is that supposed to mean?”

Claire laughed and the first hint of light returned to her eyes since Dean entered the room. “Dean, do you really think that you’ve hidden the fact that you’re in love with Cas? Part of the reason I hated you was because I saw how much you loved Cas. And as much as I wanted my father back, I couldn’t do that to you or Cas.” She shook her head. “Dean, you love Cas like the sky is blue, like the grass is green, and like how you think Dr. Sexy deserves one more season.”

“That obvious?”

“That obvious.” Claire nodded. “You really haven’t told him because you thought that your family would disown you? Dean, you’re Bi, not a…” Claire chewed on her bottom lip as she thought of her next words. “You’re human. Humans come in so many different flavors.”

“Shouldn’t I be saying this to you?” Dean sat back down on the bed next to her. “You’re the one who’s suffering.”

“I’m finding this rather cathartic.” Claire leaned against Dean again. “You know, you can’t exactly have this speech with me anyway. It’s not like I’m hiding in the closet. My issue isn’t that I was afraid of telling Kaia how I felt. It was that we never had a chance to explore it. You have Cas. You have love.” She held up her finger as soon as Dean started to open his mouth. “Don’t you dare say that Cas doesn’t love you, cause he’s just as obvious as you are, probably hoping that you’ll pick up on it.”

Dean let out a sigh. “So, you’re calling us idiots?”

“Your words, not mine.” Claire held her hands up in defense before putting them back down. She paused and rested her head on his shoulder. “Thank you, Dean.”

“What the hell for?”

“For coming. For distracting me. I’ll always wonder ‘What if’ when it comes to Kaia, but through your inaction, you’ve reminded me to keep living.” She smiled coyly.

“Now that’s just rude. You can make it up to me by joining me for some of Jodes’ cooking.” Dean bumped his shoulder and playfully pushed Claire up. “Come on, Kiddo.”

…

The next morning, after packing up Baby with a ton of leftovers, and getting hugs from the available wayward ladies in his life, Dean hit the road back to Lebanon. He relaxed on the drive, letting Zeppelin keep him calm as he calculated his next steps.

Unlike making the trip to Jody in less than four hours, Dean took his time and clocked in at closer to five. He was almost dreading returning to the bunker, and when he pulled into the garage, he took a moment to calm himself, using a breathing technique Donna had showed him. Dean looked towards the entrance to the bunker, and let out a sigh, getting out of Baby and grabbing his duffel.

As he entered his room, Sam popped in behind him, quietly closing the door. “So?”

“So what?” Dean dropped his bag on his bed, not bothering to turn around and look at his brother.

“What happened up at Jody’s?”

“You probably wouldn’t believe me if I told you.” Dean grabbed out the leftovers, turning around and shoving them into Sam’s hands. “Apparently we need more food from Jody.”

“Jody did not have you drive ten hours round trip for food, Dean.” Sam looked down at the containers in his hands. “What’s the actual reason you were there?”

“It’s been a year.” Dean shrugged. “I didn’t realize it until now, but it’s been about a year since we found out about other universes, and we went traipsing around in them, trying to find everyone.” He grabbed out the extra clothes he hadn’t needed and started to put them away. “It’s been a year since Claire lost Kaia, and Jodes thought I had a similar enough situation in which Claire could identify.”

Sam nodded. “You watching Cas die.”

“Yeah. While protecting me. Us.” Dean nodded. He let out a sigh knowing that the easiest hurdle to jump was the one in front of him. “Sam, I’m Bi.”

“No shit,” Sam replied. “Did you think I didn’t notice? Or did you think I would hate you?”

“Dad, uh…”

“Not a good enough excuse, Dean.” Sam interrupted. “Dad didn’t raise me. Dad didn’t take care of me when I was sick. Dad didn’t make sure I got to go on field trips. You did. You’re my brother and my best friend. You honestly thought I’d care that you’re Bi?” Sam shook his head and crossed the room, pulling his brother in for a hug. “I know we don’t do this, but dammit, Dean. I’m not going to hate you because you’re in love with a guy.”

Dean held up his finger, before adding another to make finger quotes. “‘A multidimensional wavelength of celestial intent.’ I love Cas.”

“So what are you going to do about it?” Sam raised an eyebrow, clearly amused.

“I’m going to go tell him.” Dean stepped past Sam and opened his door.

“He’s in the library!”

Dean shook his head and moved down the hallway slowly. He tried to convince himself that things wouldn’t change. He tried to remind himself that no matter what, he and Cas would remain best friends. And as he turned the corner, finding a smile appearing on Cas’ face when Cas saw him, his heart stopped, and the need to fly almost overtook his desire to fight.

“Hello, Dean.” Cas pulled the ribbon of the book he was reading between the pages and closed it. “Sam said you had gone to Jody’s. Is everything okay?”

“Yeah, I think I was able to help. Maybe not in the way that they imagined, but things were better when I left.” Dean crossed the room and sat in the chair next to Cas. “You hold down the fort okay?”

Cas tilted his head to the side. “You were gone for a day, Dean. Nothing significant happened in your absence.”

“Maybe not here,” Dean muttered, hoping Cas didn’t hear him. He took a deep breath in through his nose and slowly exhaled. “Cas, you know you’re my best friend, right?”

“Yes.” Cas nodded, as he carefully watched Dean. “Why are you bringing this up?”

“Hear me out, Cas. Please?” Dean waited until Cas nodded before continuing. “There’s something I’ve been hiding for a long time, because I was afraid that I’d be disowned, or Sam would hate me, or I’d lose you.”

“While I refuse to speak on your father, there’s nothing you could do to push Sam or myself away.” Cas shook his head.

Dean hung his head and closed his eyes. “I’m Bi. Like, Bisexual.” The silence that hung in the air could only have lasted seconds, but to Dean, it felt like an eternity. He looked up, his eyes finding Cas’. The angel was looking at him, his eyebrow raised in confusion. “Cas, say something.”

“I’m trying to figure out why you think that would chase me away. I’ve told you before I have no preference when it comes to gender or sexual orientation.” Cas turned in his chair to face Dean better.

“I didn’t think it would be my orientation that chased you away.” Dean moved to the edge of his seat, getting closer to Cas. “Please don’t hate me?” He leaned in, wrapping his hand around the back of Cas’ neck before pressing his lips against Cas’. Dean felt Cas freeze under the gesture. He pulled back slightly, his lips still close enough to feel Cas’ breath. “I’m sorry, Cas. I just needed to know–”

Dean didn’t get to finish his sentence. Cas’ mouth crashed back into his, swallowing the whimper of surprise that escaped Dean’s lips. Unlike the first kiss that scared him, Dean felt warm, he felt safe. Dean knew that Cas loved him as much as he loved Cas.

Dean was home.

#representation week #profoundnet #spncreatorsdaily #writersofdestiel #destiel #coming out #rating: teen #nickel writes

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