#not putting tags here just in case i get the ask. i'll save the tags for that

[seokmattchuus]

I saw an ask come in earlier but now I can't see it? Like, I can see the number in my inbox but when I click on it, it's not there??? But I remember glancing and it was like MTL about overstimulating them? I'm also like. 60% percent sure it was about who would let you? So imma just answer that here since today hates me and nothing goes right :))

But I'd have to say:

Zhang Hao

Taerae

Jiwoong

Hanbin

Matthew

Ricky

[myg-butterfly]

Nothing New

Ot7! BTS x Choreographer! Reader (Seokjin x Reader focused)

Summary: You get hurt and have to find a replacement. You just didn't think that replacement extended to your relationship with the BTS members. Will they still want you when you're nothing new?

Tags: ANGST (sorry), eventual fluff, Injured!Reader, Fem!Reader, Bangtan are kind of assholes, this isn't really proofread sorry, I also don't know how this shit actually works with Idol groups so I'm just making shit up lolsies.

A/N: HI omg sorry this took FOREVER. I was gonna have this done this weekend but we went to go visit family so I put this aside omg, but it's finalllyyyy here! I hope this lives up to your expectations. Thank you for all the love on the teaser, and remember, comments and feedback are always soooo appreciated!

Taglist: @bangteezbaby @thelilbutifulthings @hoshi-is-ult-bbg @juju-227592 @kikz165 @plexcaffeinate

All the members had just gotten home from rehearsal, and immediately went to find you just so they could throw silly little tantrums about you not being there.

The way they were pouting reminded you more of kicked puppies than world-wide sensations.

"It's fine guys, I know someone who can cover for me until I get better."

"But we like your choreography better." Taehyung whines into your shoulder and you pat his head in comfort.

"It's just a month or two, Tae."

You had broken your leg about a week ago, and consequently, you couldn't continue choreographing for the group until you were fully healed.

Which meant either the boys paused their learning, or you brought someone else in to cover for you - and you're all aware that pausing isn't really an option.

"But I'll miss you." Your boyfriends were overly dramatic, acting like you were leaving even though you all lived together.

"You'll still see me at home, it's not like I'm dropping off the face of the earth."

He huffs into your shoulder and rolls over so he's sitting next to you normally now.

"Anyway, how have you been? Have you felt okay?" Seokjin sits down on the other side of you and you feel yourself growing a bit shy under his caring stare.

"Yeah, I'm fine."

"You sure?"

"Yeah."

•••

"Hi! Thank you so much for covering for me. We're on a reall-"

"Save it, it's whatever. I always told you you'd need my help again at some point."

You don't like the implications in her tone but you pass it off with a small chuckle.

"Okay, so they already know 2 out of the 5 numbers for this album, and we were in the middle of learning the 3rd one. I taught it to Hoseok in advance so he can take over for that one. So you wouldn't need to be at the studio until next week. I'll send you the videos I took of the foundation of the other 2 numbers so you can learn it and then teach it."

She looked so uninterested in what you were saying, but you had to be professional.

You called her here in the first place.

"Kay, cool, got it. Also, can I get the guys' numbers? You know, just in case."

"Oh uhm, you can ask them when you see them next week… I'm not sure if they want me giving out their numbers to people they don't really know."

"Well they're gonna know me soon right? Don't be greedy, trying to keep all of them to yourself."

She giggles but you can feel that it's not really one of genuine giddiness and you hope that your discomfort isn't apparent.

"I'll ask them when I see them later today."

You plaster on the best smile you can and she gives you an equally forced one back.

"Okay. Bye!"

She basically struts away and you're left standing there; maybe calling her was the wrong move.

•••

Yep. Calling her was probably the wrong move. But it depends on which side of Y/N you ask.

On the professional side, this is absolutely great. They hit it off right away, all the boys growing comfortable with her rather quick (something HYBE valued a lot), and she was great at her job. Talented, bold, confident, friendly, the whole package.

On a more personal side, this was putting you on edge. How suddenly, all the guys would talk about was 'Joanna said this a rehearsal' or 'Joanna invited us out to eat'. It was always Joanna this Joanna that, and you knew they were just excited to have a new friend, to have someone who shares their passion, you couldn't help but wonder if their feelings for you were simply out of excitement. And now that you're not the newest thing around, would they still want you? Would they still talk about you with the same sparkle in their eyes as they do with Joanna? It left a pit in your chest.

And — yeah, calling her was the definitely the wrong move.

Finally, a long-awaited date with all of you. They were filled with energy, talking and joking on the ride there, and you felt your heart growing lighter, you still had them.

They even helped you get off the car with all the gentleness in the world, helped you get in your seat and made sure you were completely comfortable.

The lightness quickly weighed down into something much heavier when you saw Joanna walk in and make her way to the table.

And the weight felt like it had been dropped to you feet when the guys scooted to make space for her, Namjoon even standing up to hug her and letting her sit first so she'd be in between him and Jungkook.

How long has it been since they hugged you with such happiness?

"Oh my god, Y/N, hi! The boys didn't tell me you would be here."

Something about the way she said "the boys" made your hands itch, almost as much as your throat itched to say 'likewise'.

"Welp. I'm here. Haha."

Dinner wasn't fun, to say the least.

Joanna was blatantly saying shit to embarrass you the entire time, and it even worse, your boyfriends seemed to be soaking up her every word, laughing whenever she pointed out something embarrassing about you when she knew you in high school.

"Yeah! And when we choreographed together, she would always forget her parts." She lets out a giggle and Hoseok laughs too: what's so funny?

"It was only once or twice." You groan, mostly to yourself, but Joanna hears it.

"Whatever helps you sleep at night."

Everyone laughs at her words again and suddenly, you start to think that staying home was the better option.

"I've always said she has the memory of a goldfish. Sometimes it felt like I was doing all the work because i constantly had to step in and help when Y/N froze up."

She turns to you when she speaks her next question:

"How are you doing now that I haven't been here to clean up after you? Are you making Jimin do it?" She laughs and nudges Jimin, who's sitting next to her, on the shoulder, and he happily shoves back with a bright smile on her face.

"I'm fine, it's rare that I forget stuff lately."

She gasps in a dramatic manner, you wish she would just disappear already.

"You? Not wasting time in rehearsal? Because you forgot? That's unheard of!"

You hate the way pretty much all of the guys laugh at her words: they know how much work you've put into being a good choreographer. Why were they laughing at you?

Suddenly, you feel the person next to you pressing up closer against you: Seokjin.

You look at him and he has a soft smile on his face, but not towards Joanna; his entire focus is on you.

"You have a really good memory darling. We can tell you've worked on it." The knot in your stomach softens its grip after hearing Seokjin's words, and for the first time since you got here, your smile is genuine.

"Anyways, how'd you injure yourself?"

"Oh, we were doing some cardio and I tripped. Fell at an awkward angle and it twisted my leg. Haha."

Joanna laughs a little too hard at this.

"I've always also said that for a supposed dancer you sure are clumsy as hell."

Some of the guys giggle at her comment, and you look down at your lap: why were they laughing at you?

Out of the corner of your eye, you see Seokjin sit up a little straighter, and you suspect he's gonna say something.

"Supposed dancer?" He raised a brow and to most people, it would've seemed like he was just egging onto the joke, but you and the rest of the table could tell that there was a serious undertone to his question.

It was no secret in your relationship with the guys that Seokjin had a specific soft spot for you – in a relationship as big as yours, its bound that all of you will have your weak spots for one another: Jungkook and Namjoon, Jimin and Taehyung, Hoseok and Yoongi, you and Seokjin.

So you were more than relieved when he met your gaze from across the table; he knew you were uncomfortable.

And as everyone knows, he's not one to stay quiet.

"I just mean it's surprising that for someone so clumsy she went into the professional world where coordination is crucial."

Jungkook uses this point to tease Namjoon, and thankfully the attention is taken off of you. You catch Seokjin's stare again and this time it's accompanied with an apologetic smile and him reaching out his hand to hold yours.

As your hands meet on top of the table, you seem to be the only one who notices the look Joanna sends you at the display of affection.

•••

More days pass by and everyday they get home later and later until you're left going to bed on your own.

You'd made it a habit to wait for each other if one was out late, but it didn't happen often since you had almost the same working hours and when you went out, it was usually altogether.

You'd tried to keep that habit after your injury, but they were coming home later everyday, and you weren't sure you had it in you to keep staying up for them.

Especially on nights like this one, where when they do get home, you're dismissed almost entirely.

The door opens and you sit up, ready to greet them one by one with a hug and kiss, but most of them just mumble a "hey" or "hi Y/N" and walk straight to their rooms.

Only Jungkook and Seokjin genuinely acknowledge you, Jungkook giving you a hug and a peck on the forehead accompanied by a soft "Hi baby." before going to his room as well.

Seokjin also hugs you, but he picks you up while doing so: shifting you in his arms so he can carry you to bed with him.

As he begins to walk, your eyes meet and he sends a soft smile your way.

You barely start to relax in his hold when you realize that he's walking into your room, and you slightly panic at the thought that he's going to leave you alone in there.

Your slight panic turns into franticness as he sets you down and steps away from the bed.

"No! Don't-" Jin whips around at the sound of your voice, and you feel immediate guilt when you see his startled expression.

"Sorry, I- I know you're tired. Sorry, you can go."

Your attempts to decrease his worry don't seem to work, because he's already making his way back towards your bed.

"No, no. What happened? Whats wrong?"

"Its nothing." Seokjin gives you a stern look, you both know that lying to him is impossible.

"It's not nothing. Is it your leg? Or is it something else?"

"Its stupid" you mumble.

Noticing that you're unsure of yourself, he sits closer to you and brushes you hair out of your face in attempts to comfort you.

"Its not stupid if its bothering you" you feel your tears welling up again at how soft Seokjin's voice is. How soft he is with you.

"I just- I don't think I can be alone right now." You lean into his touch as you finally get at least some of the truth off your chest.

"You don't have to be. I was going to shower, do you want to join me?"

"I don't want to bother you."

"You won't."

"But my leg, I won't be able to stand for long."

"It's okay, we'll bring a stool in and I'll help you."

"But you're tired-"

"Never of taking care of you."

Something in your heart settles through the rest of the night, there is no other intention behind Seokjin asking you to join him.

He washes your hair and even dries it once you're out, he helps you get dressed and he goes to sleep holding you, and even if it's just for one night; all is right in the world again.

The next morning, Jin wakes you up and asks you if you'd like to come to rehearsal with the 7 of them. You're elated, to say the least. You knew it was a minimum thing, but your heart couldn't help but flutter at the thought that they wanted you around.

•••

Jin on the other hand, is pissed. Not at you, (never at you), but at his 6 boyfriends and how absolutely dense they could be, this being one of those moments.

He'd mentioned that you were coming with them, and all of them responded well: "I hope she likes the choreo!" "Yay! I want to hear what she has to say."

Their response to you tagging along wasn't the problem, no.

It was their response when he tried to tell them about how you were feeling that pissed him off:

"Wait guys, before we leave, I need to talk to you about something real quick."

All of them were attentive towards him immediately, so he thought they'd receive this better.

"It's about Y/N. And partially Joanna."

"Okay?"

"I talked to Y/N last night and she seemed upset. She didn't really want to talk about it but I'm almost completely sure that she's feeling left out, and I think it may partially be because of Joanna."

All of them begin to speak at once, until Taehyung's voice cuts through everyone else's.

"Why do you think it has something to do with Joanna?"

The 6 boys settle down and stare expectantly at Jin.

"Have you guys not noticed how backhanded all of Joanna's comments are towards her? Even when Y/N isn't present, she always makes a joke at her expense. And not to mention, we've been spending a lot of time with Joanna, much more than we've been spending with Y/N. I know if I were her I would feel hurt; being injured and spending the whole day cooped up alone while my boyfriends are spending all their time with someone who treats me like dog shit."

Jin wasn't sure what he was expecting the boys' reactions to be, but it definitely wasn't the outraged faces they were all giving him.

Jungkook is the first one to respond:

"I mean, I noticed the comments but I thought they were all in good fun? You know, since Y/N and Joanna have been friends for such a long time."

Taehyung cuts in next:

"And if Y/N is feeling left out, I mean I understand but what does that have to do with Joanna?"

Almost as if on cue, there's noise coming from the kitchen, meaning that you're awake.

Jin quickly gets up to go to you, but not before leaving the 6 boys with one final word, "Just pay attention to how she speaks to Y/N, you'll see what I'm talking about."

•••

It's hard to describe – the knowledge that you're being left behind without any obvious evidence surrounding you.

It's not something that everyone outside of your point of view might see, but you can feel it cutting through you deeply.

Not being able to do what you love, and on top of that, not being able to spend time with the people you love, it's a shattering feeling that claws through your chest.

Which leaves you where you are now: in the car with the rest of the boys on your way to rehearsal.

You thought that maybe being back in the studio would relight the spark that made the 7 men drawn to you in the first place, but even the car ride there felt cold and almost uncomfortable.

•••

The atmosphere changes the moment you step foot in the studio. It feels lighter, somehow. You don't know how to feel, not with the voice in your head insinuating that this lightness is because of Joanna; the guys are more at ease with Joanna than they are with you.

You usually hate being wrong: but now, you wish you could say the voice in your head was being irrational, yet you can't. Not when you turn around and see everyone besides Seokjin and Yoongi - who are off conversing to the side - gathered around Joanna, happily talking to her.

When did they stop looking at you like that?

Finally, she takes notice of your presence and makes her way over to you.

"Y/N, girly! Hey! Are you here to learn?"

You don't respond, confused as to what she's trying to ask you.

"Ya'know? Learn from the best! We've been so productive with this number."

She responds like it's the most obvious thing in the world, and you almost feel offended at what she's insinuating.

"Oh, um- I'm here to see what the guys have done."

Joanna blinks at you, as if your answer threw her off, before continuing.

"Oh. Ok then. Cool! And are the boys cool with that?"

You can tell, she wants this to sound passive aggressive. Kind on the surface, but a clear jab at your insecurities.

Jungkook quickly cuts in;

"Of course. Why wouldn't we be cool with that?"

Joanna stutters through her response, being caught off guard by Jungkook as she thought no one had heard her remark.

"Oh! I don't know, you might get distracted? You know?"

"We'll be fine."

This time it's Jin who answers, and even if it's a little selfish, you're glad that his tone towards Joanna is automatically cold.

"Okay thennnn!"

She turns to you:

"But if you start being a distraction I'll have to ask you to step out. Heh, step out. That's funny."

She giggles at her little joke (at your expense), and makes her way into the practice room.

Rehearsal continues as usual, and you feel a bit lighter as the boys all make jokes and include you while they stretch and warm up.

They start to run through the choreography, and your heart swells with pride seeing them dance; all their hard work really does pay off.

As much as you wish to get up and dance with them, or even get up at all, you know you can't. But just seeing them perform will do.

Once they finish, you start to clap and Jimin and Jungkook turn towards you with a playful vow.

"Its looking really good guys!"

All of the boys respond with a 'thank you' and a smile.

"I do have a couple pointers about some things I noticed-"

"Okay, let's run it again!" Before you could finish your sentence you're cut off by Joanna's squeaky voice.

Thankfully, Hoseok cares about what you have to say, and the rest seem to agree as well.

"Wait, I wanna hear what Y/N had to say."

"Yeah! It's felt weird learning a brand new number and not having any of your input on it."

"Y/N, go on." Seokjin is the one who speaks last, and the look in his eyes tell you that things will be alright.

"Ok, so first thing make sure you guys are agreeing on your directions, make sure that it's either a complete diagonal or if its a slanted move so you all move the same direction-"

"Oh yeah, I explained that to them already, they know." You're once again cut off by Joanna.

You use this as a chance to tease the boys, as you always normally.

"Oh, then why are y'all making that mistake huh?" Your tone is playful, and you see Hoseok step towards you with all the intent of playing along, when a gasp coming from your right stops you both.

"Did you come in here just to criticize?"

Of course it's Joanna.

"Wha- no. I was just teasing them. The dance looks grea-"

"I told you you were gonna distract them, and what did I say I was gonna do if you got them unfocused?"

"I didn't mean to, I was just giving pointers-"

"I've been teaching them for the last few weeks, I know what they need to focus on right now."

"But I know that it can look cleaner than it did right now."

"Well this is my choreography! I know what's best! You don't get to come in here and just start shitting on my work because what? You're jealous?! You think you're better than everyone else?!"

You're taken aback when Joanna starts to scream at you, so much so that you try to step back, completely forgetting that one of your feet is injured.

As you place your foot down, a soaring pain strikes from your foot all the way to your thigh. A sob escapes you and that's when Jin's protective nature kicks in full force.

In the blink of an eye, he's crouching next to you and picking you up while everyone else in the rooms stands frozen in place.

The ice is shattered when a wail comes from somewhere else in the room: it's Joanna.

Everyone's head whips to her direction, but for very different reasons.

Jin, for one, is beyond disbelief that she'd go as low as fake crying to get the attention back on her.

The rest of the guys seemed concerned, but not because of her. Rather because they just saw her true colors, how Jin was right, how they'd neglected you.

Seokjin picks you up and rushes out the door, leaving everyone else in the room frozen.

•••

You don't really process anything that happens afterwards. You just know Seokjin is with you as you go to the doctor to get your foot checked out, and that's enough to push you into a state where you know you can space out.

You couldn't comprehend it, how you were hurt and the rest of them weren't there.

Did they even care you were hurt?

It didn't make sense, that you were asking yourself this. When had things gotten this bad? How could they have let thing get this bad? It left you aching more than your injury, and you think that shouldn't even be possible.

When you get home, you find all the boys kitchen, a mess everywhere -much to Jin's despair- attempting to decorate what you assume is a cake. They're all focused to the point where they didn't hear you come in, and if they did, they're really good at acting like they didn't. You want to hide in your room, maybe ask Jin to hide with you, play into their ignorance, but the petty part in you is much quicker.

"Joanna doesn't like cake."

You speak without thinking about it first, and it's clear that none of them were expecting a comment like that, not even Jin, because their heads whip around instantly to you.

You panic for a little, thinking they'll get mad, but Hoseok and Yoongi start laughing at Namjoon's terrified face, at the maknae line looking like they're deer in headlights, and at Jin's round eyes.

Before you know it, They're all running up to you, and Seokjin has to grab you by the waist to make sure they don't knock you over.

They all speak at once, and you can only make out some things like "are you okay? what did the doctor say? im sorry." What cuts through all the rambling is Namjoon's smooth voice, sounding a bit exasperated as he speaks: "The cake is for you Y/N. We were making the cake for you."

Oh.

"Joon! You ruined the surprise!" Jimin stomps his feet, but you know he's not actually upset.

"Well we couldn't just let her think that we were baking a cake for fuckin Joanna!" Namjoon defends himself.

Yoongi steps in front of the two and turns to you, "It was supposed to be a 'Surprise / I'm sorry / We love you / Get well soon' cake but you got here before we finished."

His genuinely dejected demeanor makes you giggle, he looks like a sad cat.

"It's okay-"

"No it's not. Cake or not, we're all really sorry- hold on, we should sit down for this." Jungkook grabs your hand and leads you to the couch, the rest following suit.

You all sit in silence for a second before Hoseok speaks up:

"Well I guess I'll start." He sits up a little straighter so he's facing you directly, and you feel nerves run through you: was he upset? Was he going to scold you?

The guys seem to notice how you tense up, because Hoseok's face falls a into a small frown, while Jungkook scoots closer to you and Jin places a hand on your thigh.

"Y/N, I am so so sorry for the way we've been acting, and the way we haven't been acting. You got hurt under our watch, we should be the ones taking care of you, no questions asked, and we've failed to do that. There's really no excuse for how inattentive we've been. In our heads, or at least my head, I didn't really see you all day, so I thought that everything was okay because I still got to wake up to you, I still got to come home and feel comfortable knowing that you were here: we had your company. But I failed to return that company, we all failed to give you the bare minimum, and I truly am so sorry."

For the time you've know Hoseok, you've only seen him cry once or twice, so when you see tears start to fall from his eyes, it shakes you up and down. Before you can go console him, Jimin speaks up from where he sits beside Hoseok.

"Hobi's right, Y/N. We didn't pay you enough attention. We were too worried about ourselves to consider how our actions looked to you. The whole thing with Joanna, we did spend a lot of time with her, but even then, all we did was talk about you. Not in a bad way, obviously, but you just always came up in conversation. I don't know why I thought that talking about you would translate as 'we're still giving you our attention' as if you could read our thoughts or something. But again, we were selfish and careless, and I can't apologize enough for how we acted."

You appreciate Jimin's attempt at lightening up the mood, and you appreciate his words overall.

The next hour goes by in the same manner. The boys apologize one by one, not to just you, but to Seokjin as well, and before you know it, there's no one in the room that isn't crying, all of you a teary and snotty mess.

"We love you so much, Y/N. Please let us make it up to you. I love you so much." Yoongi's the last one to speak, and he finishes while walking up to you and bowing at your feet.

The rest of the guys join him, even Seokjin, and you don't know what else to do except throw yourself on the floor with all of them and cry.

The night ends with all of you cuddled up on the floor, until Namjoon and Jin make you all get up so you could go lay down properly.

They guys don't let you walk, no, Jungkook carries you while Taehyung and Jimin squish at his side in an attempt to stay close to you.

You all manage to squeeze into a single bed with you in the middle, hands everywhere trying to keep you close.

You feel warmer than you have in weeks, and meanwhile the guys do have a lot to make up for, with arms wrapped around you and sweet nothings floating in the room, you think this is a great start.

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[adoroborosgoth]

Crowley dying in s3

I wasn't sure how to start this meta. I've had this theory with possible (big possible) evidence sitting around for ages and I just didn't know what to do with the information.

After I'd already had this information, I only seen a hand full of others talk about it, but none have touched on it in the same way as the things I've found in my research.

So let's get on with it. For reference I'm going to tag @nightingalecottage and their lovely post here. I really recommend reading it. This theory only saw the light of day because of their post and I told them I would tag them with my meta since it lends a lot to it. And I promised myself that I would finish this for them.

Now for the meat and potatoes. I'll break it all down about how I found this information and how it might lend some theory about possible plot to s3.

This got really long so I put a cut.

-Silly narrator voice-

The facts were these.

To start I was doing research for a fic I'm working on and the details don't matter much but I'd planned to make my 'human' crowley a barrister. I was googling famous barristers for inspiration.

This lead me to wikipedia naturally as you do. And as I was looking over the list I saw this.

After seeing this name on the list of barristers in popular culture I had a mini freakout. Mainly because two things NG is a huge fan of Charles Dickens and A Tale of Two Cities is on the bookclub reading list. And I kept thinking why did this seem familiar and this is why.

A Tale of Two Cities is on the list of books that they recommend we read or were found in s2. So after I stopped freaking out I immediately went to the wiki page for this character. I wasn't too familiar with this book so I wanted to know more. As I was now super invested and intrigued. And found this.

Sydney Carton

I couldn't help be blown away by the similarities here between Sydney Carton and a certain depressed snake demon from s2. Morosely asking Shax on a bench in the first episode "What's the point of it all?"

For some context, in the novel Sydney Carton and his later best friend Charles Darnay share a striking semblance and are easily mistaken for each other. This is how Sydney is then able to make the switch with Darnay in the end saving his life.

This brings to mind of the lore that we know that Crowley and Aziraphale were once long ago one character and split into two. Also with the ideal casting choice that Terry Pratchett wanted one actor to play both roles. That would have been really interesting and funny. Also this plays into our favorite duo MS and DT having not worked together before because they were up for the same roles.

Let's move on to

Charles Darnay

Darnay resents his uncle's views much how Aziraphale resents certain aspects of heaven, but is never able to act on very much.

The note about Darnay being tutor of French made me chuckle considering what we know about Aziraphale being terrible at French. With that whole scene centered around it in s2.

Ok so we all are well versed and familiar with the famous Bastille scene. We all know the one and its clear the inspiration here for it comes from A Tale of Two Cities possibly.

Side note Darnay and Carton are both in love with Lucie here, but I posit that in the case of Good omens, Aziraphale is possibly both Darnay and Lucie. Making him the best friend and love intrest.

Lucie Manette

And finally why does any of this matter and what does this have to do with Crowley maybe dying in s3 you ask?

The one important detail in all of this is that at the end of the novel Carton heroically sacrificed himself to save his best friend and for the women he loves. He feels it gave him purpose and felt as if his life finally had meaning.

Two things here. The scene in which Carton swaps places with Darnay being able to pass as him well enough to save his life. Is very reminiscent of our Body Swap from s1. As well as the idea that in s3 this could also happen, but in the sense that Crowley does it to save Aziraphale's life. I clearly have no idea how s3 will play out.

Now I'm not saying that s3 will be as dramatic as all of this. It is still a comedy at its core. As others have touched on in meta and in nightingalecottage's post there are many little hints that point to the similarities and the idea that Crowley maybe doomed by the narrative. In a way, I personally don't think that Crowley's hypothetical death will be permanent. I just do not see that happening at all. A temporary death I could definitely see and it could also serve to show how much Crowley truly means to Aziraphale. The shock of it would maybe be similar to how Crowley thought he lost Aziraphale in s1 and could be a parallel.

In the end this is all speculation and theory. Either way the idea of it all makes me vibrate and I needed to finally share this with someone else. They wouldn't have recommended this book if there wasn't some sort of meaning here right? And its entirely possible I'm looking in the wrong direction.

Overall there are many parallels and similarities here between A Tale of Two Cities and certain parts of Good Omens, I'm sure I may have missed some and I just wanted to end this now before it gets too long. If you made it this far and have any other theories or something you want to add on to this please feel free to tag me. I release this into the void.

[angelsanarchy]

Alkaline: Euronymous x Y/N Series CH 24

Tagging: @ophelialaufey @madamemaximoff06 @forever-not-gonna-sink@ajmiila02@liquidsmoothdomme@shady-the-simp @auggiethecreator @tempt-ress @blacksoul-27

TW: Oral sex, Light Dom, Facefucking

Oystein was standing amongst his friends, hearing about what Faust did and seeing it on the news was like a wash of ice cold water being dumped over him. The shit they had been getting into since Helvete had become a thing for the black metal fans to flock to had officially crossed a line. It didn't help that he had Varg up his ass about being a poser because he hasn't been with him for all the church arson. Now he was involved and if Varg or Faust got caught up, so would he.

He walked into his apartment and started stripping out of his clothes that smelled like scorched wood. There was no saving some of the things he was wearing but he at least wanted to save his leather jacket. He shoved the clothes in a bag before jumping in the shower. He had heard the phone about 10 minutes after getting in and ran to answer it.

"Hello?" He answered out of breath.

"Hey it's me. What are you up to?" Y/n's smile came through the phone and Oystein felt a wave of relief hearing her voice.

"Well I'm currently standing naked and dripping all over the floor. You caught me in the middle of a shower." He explained.

"Haven't you heard of letting it go to voicemail?" She teased.

"Nah not for my favorite girl. What's up?" He asked towel drying his hair.

"I was just calling to see how your day was, nothing crazy. I may have sort of missed seeing you in the shop today." Y/n admitted making Oystein take a deep breath.

"Trust me, I missed seeing you too. My day was...uneventful. How was your day?" Oystein had never had a conversation with someone that felt so effortlessly normal.

"Not too hectic. I actually feel pretty good and was wondering if you would be interested in some company tonight. I'm off tomorrow-"

"Yes...a thousand percent yes." Oystein didn't hesitate and Y/n laughed.

"Okay okay, I'm out of here in about half an hour. I'll be there in a bit but put some clothes on before I get there. I don't want you putting any moves on me." She teased.

"I make no promises." Oystein looked around the apartment and knew the only thing he had to clean up was those clothes he was trashing. He tried to light a candle to get some of the charred wood smell out of the air. He ran to the corner store to grab a case of beer, some more air freshener and condoms...just in case.

By the time he had finished spraying the apartment, getting the beer in the fridge, Y/n had held the buzzer. He let her up and held the door open for her as she entered the apartment, full of smiles, a bag of food and a case of beer.

"I didn't really get you any housewarming gift so..." She held it up and he kissed her before taking it.

"I'm pretty sure you did but I'll always accept food and beer." Oystein walked the beer to the fridge as she shook her jacket off.

"Do you happen to have a shirt I could wear? I smell like work and it's driving me crazy." She asked politely and Oystein nodded retrieving one for her. She came out of the bathroom in just the shirt, her hair down and barefoot walking across the floor.

"You asked me to not put the moves on you and you come out of the bathroom like that?" She walked up to him and wrapped her arms around his waist.

"It didn't go with my work pants...sue me." She joked letting him lean down to place another, more intimate kiss on her lips, his wet hair tickling her face.

"You smell good...better than you normally smell." She smiled.

"The shower and air freshener help." Oystein let her go as they walked into his small kitchenette.

"Are you staying the night or leaving late?" He asked holding two beers in his hand. Y/n bit her lip for a moment.

"Are you asking me to stay the night?" She asked cocking an eyebrow.

"Y/n...you're always welcome to stay the night with me." She still didn't answer and he let out a sigh walking over towards her and placing the beers down.

"Y/n would you like to stay the night with me?" He asked sweetly.

"Yes I think I would." She leaned on the counter towards him and he ruffled her hair.

"I'll get the beers open, go open the food before it gets cold and gross." She walked around the counter, allowing Oystein to walk towards the coffee table. He turned the TV on and started taking the food out.

"Hey, do you have a lot of sex in your kitchen?" She asked opening a drawer to look for a bottle opener.

"What? No? Why would you-" Y/n came out of the kitchen with the box of condoms Oystein had tossed in a junk drawer. The same junk drawer that held his bottle cap opener.

"I swear, I literally just bought those tonight." Y/n laughed at his response.

"Oh so you thought you were going to get lucky huh?" She teased bringing the condoms and the beers over to the couch.

"I'll take what I can get from you Y/n. I just got you talking to me again, the last thing I want to do is run you off or not be prepared in the event you do want to do more than..." Oystein sputtered off.

"More than rubbing one out?" She smiled. He rolled his eyes and pulled her into his side. She lived to tease him. He moved his body so that she could lean against him as they ate and watched TV. Oystein hadn't felt this content in a long time, if ever. Something about having Y/n with him, being normal and just relaxing together made him feel like his life wasn't as chaotic as it usually was.

The breaking news report of the church burnings came across the TV and she chuckled.

"This shit is ridiculous. These assholes think they're doing something by burning down random churches, like that's going to do anything." She shook her head.

"Well I mean...they're clearly trying to send a message. Burn down the institution..." Oystein offered. Y/n turned her head to look at him.

"Yeah but they aren't...they're burning down old, worn out buildings. Yeah they're sacred to them but that doesn't do shit to the expensive ones that people actually frequent." She waved her hand at the TV.

"Are you suggesting the targets need to be bigger?" Oystein eyed her surprised.

"No of course not. They haven't killed anyone yet just committed arson on a multi-billion kroner organization that gets hand outs from its constituents. Fire cannot destroy the church. They're just being idiots about what is oppressing them." Oystein no longer wanted to talk about it and Y/n was picking up on that.

"I'm sorry, I wasn't trying to stress you out. I know they're trying to pin all this shit on satan worship and black metal. I'm sure that's got a few extra eyes on the shop." She rubbed his thigh comforting him and he nodded his head.

"Honestly, every day the shop is open I'm surprised. The way Varg keeps running these random neo-nazi's in and out of the black circle-" She turned the tv off and got up from the couch, holding her hands out.

"No Varg talk. Let's just go to bed and not think about all this other bullshit." Oystein took her hands, letting her pull him to his feet. He followed her to his bedroom and plopped down on the edge of the bed. She stood between his knees and let him rest his head against her torso. She rubbed his shoulders and he groaned.

"You have a lot of tension in your shoulders baby." She frowned trying to rub the knots out.

"My whole life is tension but that does feel really good." He admitted.

Without warning, she pulled his head from her body and got down on her knees in front of him. He looked at her confused but when she pushed her hands to his hips and pulling at his sweatpants, he knew exactly what she was doing.

"I thought you said you didn't want to lose your groupie virginity on my couch." Oystein chuckled.

"Well we aren't on your couch." She joked making him lean up and grab her hands.

"Y/n you don't have to-"

"Oystein, I just want to suck your cock and feel your cum in my belly. If you have objections to that, I will stop but if you don't then please...shut the fuck up." Y/n waited for him to protest some more but he was already hard from her palming at him. She freed his cock from the sweatpants and he kicked them off as she let her lips kiss the tip. His breath hitched in his throat watching her as she held his gaze. She wanted to take care of him, wanted him let himself relax and take the lead so that she could suck the tension from his body out of his cock. He let both of his hands rest on the back of her head as she started sucking him down. She raked her fingernails up and down his bare thighs as she gurgled and choked on his cock.

His breathing was loud and he tried to hold his moans to a minimum to avoid embarrassing himself but when she started to bob her head, he couldn't resist.

"Fuck just like that." He threw his head back, bucking his hips up into her mouth and listening to the sounds of her choking once more. The more her head bounced, the harder she sucked and he knew he wasn't going to last very long.

"Does it feel good baby?" Y/n pulled off and spit on his cock so she could stroke him while she spoke.

"It feels so fucking good. Please don't stop." He begged.

"I won't but I want you to cum for me. I don't want you to think about anything else, just me sucking your cock." Y/n commanded. He swallowed feeling how dry his throat was from having his mouth hang open to suck in air.

"I want you to talk to me." She waited for him to lock eyes with her before she put her lips back on him. He nodded in understanding and cupped her chin.

"You like sucking my cock? Like a good little slut? You want me to fuck your throat until it's raw?" He used some pressure on her jaw making her moan as she sucked.

"Be a good girl and swallow my cock down until you can't take it. I want to give you what you want. I want to cum down your throat so hard that you have to swallow it and let it fill your belly up." He could see her rubbing between her legs as she continued to choke and drool, spit hitting his hands as he moved from her chin to the back of her hair, grabbing a handful.

"I'm going to skull fuck you until your little cunt is soaking wet." Oystein moved his hips violently and Y/n moaned from the punishment he was inflicting on her throat until he was finally reaching the edge and cumming hard down her throat, stilling her motion with both of his hands holding her head in place. She coughed a few moments before swallowing and pulling off breathless. He pulled her from her knees and tossed her on the bed where he once sat, snatching her panties off with a tear and sucking on her already dripping clit. She screamed and trying to wiggle away from him but he had both his strong arms wrapped around her thighs, holding her in place as he pushed her to an orgasm.

"Oystein...I can't..." She tried as he pistoned two fingers into her cunt until he felt her squeezing around them. Her legs snaked up around him and he slowed his hands down, pulling them from inside of her and putting them to his mouth. His spent cock rest against her naked belly, collecting bits of his cum and her spit as she spilled out onto his bare knee that nudged against her sensitive core.

"I love you, you know that?" He pushed her hair off her face as they both tried to breathe. She looked at him surprised and he leaned down to kiss her sweetly. He didn't expect to her to say it back. He didn't want her to say it back to be honest. He just wanted her to know that she had him deeply and completely fucked for her. He could only hope that one day, she would feel the same way as he did.

[tsukimefuku]

Right, wrong and the in-between (Epilogue)

Previous chapter

You and Higuruma were assigned to investigate the disappearance of women around Shinjuku. This led to a dicey situation regarding what place Jujutsu sorcerers occupy in this world and what is their role to play when non-sorcerers get involved.

This is part of my "Jujutsu Partners Canon Divergence AU". There is currently a sequence of short stories and random drabbles for a fic I'll eventually write (eventually). To see the ever-growing list of one-shots, please visit my masterlist :)  The "Right, wrong and the in-between" will be a 4 (maybe 3) part short-story set in this AU. I hope you enjoy! The tags below will be applicable to every chapter.

Tags: oc/f!reader, soft/implied Higuruma x reader, soft/implied Nanami x reader, slow burn, DARK HUMOR AHEAD, SO MUCH FLUFF AND HURT+COMFORT HERE, just characters being themselves driving the plot (and me) insane. Some philosophical debate will be in place.

WC: 1.9k

Ijichi took Higuruma to Jujutsu Tech, and you and Nanami decided to hit a bar before going back. You were both seated beside each other at the main counter. After using reverse cursed technique on your face, you stood there, pathetically, holding a bag of ice to your swollen cheek. Everyone that walked past the both of you was giving Nanami the stink eye as he downed his glass of whiskey.

"Nanami, are we in a domestic dispute situation, or are you my pimp?" You asked, looking at him with a wide grin on your face, just waiting for the show that joke would certainly elicit.

He almost choked with his own drink, and even if he usually had the same stoic expression to his face most of the time, something about it right now said flabbergasted. "There are times you're incredibly inappropriate. Your jests are quickly becoming worse than Gojo's". He scolded you, and you chuckled.

"My trauma, my coping mechanisms." You retorted, taking a big gulp of your beer. He sighed heavily.

"What happened while you were captive?" He asked, lowering his voice. He knew you were prone to shove things deep down and never letting them out, covering it all with sarcastic commentary about your own life.

"If you're asking me if that happened, no, it didn't. They just hit me in the face pretty fucking hard." You scoffed, looking at your reflection in the mirror that sat behind the bottles of liquor. "Pieces of shit."

"I see."

"Hey, Nanami." You spoke lightly. "I want to thank you."

He didn't turn his face to look at you, but you could see his eyes rolling your way now that he had his glasses off. "What for?"

"For saving me. I mean... Saving me from myself." You completed, downing your own beer. "If it weren't for you, I mean-" you choked up a little, "just, thank you."

" you must be aware of the fact that I won't be there to guide you most of the times you see yourself in a similar situation. Therefore, you cannot expect me to be your moral compass. You need to learn to do that by yourself, and for yourself." He added, matter-of-factly.

You grunted. "Ugh, I know!" You put the ice bag back on the counter. "It's just that... The job description was exorcising curses and fighting curse users. There was none of this ethically challenged shenanigans in the tiny disclaimers."

Nanami ordered another whiskey. "Exorcizing curses comprises most of the job description, but things tend to get dicey when we're dealing with curse users and victims." He sighed, now turning his face to look directly at you. "You were one of my dicey cases, and it definitely took a toll on me years ago."

Gazing back at him, you felt your heart break all over again. "I know."

You both locked eyes for a while, and stayed like that until your gaze involuntarily drifted to his lips. He seemed to notice and started to say your name, but you quickly looked down at the counter and grabbed the bag of ice, putting it over your flushed face as your heart began pounding in your ears.

“Nanami, come and have a drink with me and Higuruma. I really think you guys should get along.” You interjected, out of the blue, shoving the discomfort away.

He scoffed. “It’s an offer I’ll happily refuse.”

“Come on, it’s important!” You started pouting.

“Oh, how unfortunate then.” Nanami retorted.

“Nanami, please, I’m really trying to be serious here. The man saved my life.”

“And then proceeded to endanger it. Twice.” He said nonchalantly taking a sip of his whiskey.

“Well, this time it wasn’t entirely his fault. I’m the one who decided we should go in the club to follow the curse user. There was no way we could’ve known she had a cursed speech technique.”

Nanami sighed heavily. “If my thinking is correct, you’ll keep persisting until I go with you?”

“You thought correctly!” You replied with fake enthusiasm.

He grunted. “Okay, but you’ll be paying for tonight’s drinks.”

“Eh?! Seriously?!”

“Yes,” he bottomed down his whiskey, “terribly.”

***

You were wearing a backpack to make the beers you were sneaking in more discreet. Nanami walked directly behind, not believing he let himself be dragged into this tomfoolery by you. As both got to Higuruma's room door, you knocked excitedly. He promptly opened the door, smiling at you. The glow and smile on his face disappeared, however, as soon as he saw Nanami.

"It was her idea." Nanami said, instantly.

"Come on, guys. Truce, unity, peace, just for tonight. We all had a terrible day." You said, waltzing into the room, followed by a hesitant Nanami. Higuruma had to hold his impulse to close the door in order to only letting you in.

You sat on the bed, and Higuruma sat beside you. Nanami pulled the chair from the desk and settled down comfortably, crossing his legs. You pulled your backpack and opened it, revealing multiple cans of beer stuffed inside. After giving one to Nanami and another to Higuruma, you grabbed your own beer and opened it. "Here's to not getting fucked by curses, curse users or Jujutsu High!"

"Preach." Higuruma said, as he clicked his can to yours.

Nanami silently lifted his can and took a sip, making a disapproval grimace. "It's warm."

"You surely drank worse." You said.

He sighed and looked sideways. Nanami might not have been pouting physically, but spiritually, he surely was.

***

A few beers in and you all had flustered faces, feeling more at ease after that dreadful day.

"Hey, Higuruma. I have something funny to tell you." You told him.

"Brace yourselves, here we go." Nanami noted, putting his empty beer can away and grabbing another.

"What is it?" Higuruma questioned.

"Did you know Jujutsu High absolutely hates my family?" You said.

"Do they? Why?" He asked, genuinely interested.

"No fucking idea. Something about two people killing each other many centuries ago, and now it somehow became my problem. Can you believe it?!" You answered, chuckling.

"Well, isn't that the entire history of humanity?" He retorted. You laughed harder.

"Oh, they tried to pin some mishaps on me, then Gojo had to come and save my sorry ass!" You cackled.

"How about this: two months ago, I was ready to begin planning my retirement, and now I'm fighting demon looking creatures and have a death sentence hanging over my head?" Higuruma said, as he started laughing himself.

You both were silent for a few seconds, and then began to cackle hysterically. Nanami covered his face, but he wasn't sighing. He was trying to contain his own urge to laugh at the absurdity of it all.

"We shouldn't be laughing at this!" You said, in between cackles, nearly out of breath, drying the tears that were streaming down your face.

"No, we shouldn't." Higuruma had his face covered by his hand. There was a certain desperation to his own laughter.

"You are both completely insane." Nanami said, uncovering his face. He did not notice yet, but he was smiling. It was amusing seeing you and Higuruma sharing a single brain cell, after all.

As the laughter subsided, Higuruma looked at Nanami, with a loose mouth from alcohol.

"Why are you such a rule follower?" Higuruma asked, pointing at Nanami.

Nanami sighed and grabbed another can of beer. "Don’t get me wrong, I’m not a fan of the way they run things here. But having some order with a proportional amount of sacrifice is better than to have nothing at all." He sipped on the beer, not feeling the off temperature anymore. "Many times, they fall into unfairness, but the system in place has helped save countless people."

Nanami then paused and pointed at the other man. "You, Higuruma, for that matter, is one of those people. You could’ve been arrested and tried for the judge’s and prosecutor’s murders, and even though I’m not an attorney, I believe you wouldn’t be sentenced lightly. Yet, you’re here, looking directly at the prospect of future freedom just some weeks later."

You and Higuruma were silent, for Nanami was absolutely correct.

"The rules aren’t perfect, but they’re what we have for the time being, until something better comes along." Nanami completed.

"Those same rules, however, turned my life into a living nightmare, Nanami." You noted.

"I know. I remember it all very clearly, and that was when I decided that whatever we had in place was simply not good enough if it lead to such injustice against people we should be protecting." He sipped on his beer again. "Your case was the reason I left years ago."

Higuruma was curious, but didn't ask about it.

"I remember." You replied, holding yourself to not go into that dark place of your mind. "I’m glad you came back, though. You’re a fine jujutsu sorcerer and a good, decent person. We need more people like you in the world of jujutsu."

The corners of Nanami's mouth perked up slightly, as he put his last empty beer can on top of the desk. He then got up and looked at you both. "I have to go, it's late, and I have not only drank way more than I'm accustomed to, I also need a decent night of sleep."

"Weakling!" You said, pouting, as he began exiting the room.

"You’re starting to sound like Gojo." Nanami retorted.

"Aw, thank you." You sarcastically replied.

Nanami sighed. "It was not a compliment. Good night, everyone." He concluded as he left, closing the door behind him.

"Good night." Higuruma said, waving Nanami away.

"Wait a second." You told Higuruma as you got out of the room right after. Nanami turned back to look at you, waiting for you to say something.

"He’s not a bad person," you said. Nanami sighed. "Do you hate him a little less, at least?"

He inhaled deeply and looked at you. "Give it time." Nanami answered.

"Fine." You smiled at him. "See you tomorrow?"

He properly smiled back, which was a rare occurrence. "See you tomorrow." Nanami finally said as he made his way out of the building.

You went back in the room and sat on the ground, trying to fish inside the backpack for any can of beer that could still be untouched. Higuruma eyed you up and down, and decided to scratch the itch that had tormented him ever since he knew you asked Gojo to have his death sentence suspended.

"Why did you give me the benefit of the doubt then? Why did you tell me to escape and decided to save my life?" Higuruma asked.

You sighed, disappointed to learn the three of you had drank all the beers, and started talking. "Because if I found myself in the same circumstances you were in when you killed those people, I can’t say I would’ve done any differently than what you did. I mean, hell, this was evident today." You shrugged. "I needed Nanami to hold me back, or else... Or else I might’ve become the next Higuruma they’d put a death sentence on the head."

"Nonsense!" Higuruma said, jokingly. "You’re much prettier and my nose is much bigger."

You laughed and gave a little bump on his shoulder with your fist.

"We, the rebellious, need rule abiding people in our lives to keep us from tripping over the edge, huh?" He pointed out.

You chuckled at the irony of it. "Yes, we definitely do. And I guess they need us to remind them that some rules need to be overturned, every now and then."

"What a delicate balance to achieve." Higuruma said.

"Yes. But it’s worth it." You replied.

"I hope so."

End notes: I was so OBSESSED writing this one short story I literally could not sleep until I finished it. Well, here we are, 8.3K (!!!) words later. I hope you all enjoyed reading this as much as I enjoyed writing it (it was a blast!).

Fuku-chan 🦉

[d4isywhims]

hello friends! 🌷

recently i got an ask on how i edit my instagram screenshots and here in gemville, all you have to do is ask and you shall receive my child

fun stuff under the cut!

this guide will be divided into two parts: how i take & edit my gameplay screenshots and how i edit my simstagram posts

before we get into the actual tutorial, here are a list of things that i use to help me take better screenies :)

gshade

i'm using an older version of gshade because - thanks to my procrastination - i never updated the version before everything went to shit.

2. presets!

i switch around between presets a lot lmao but for the most part, i use ellcrze's gshade preset for my family dynamics save, sunset n vinyl for my globetrotter save & sim download pictures and a modified boho dreams for my tjol legacy save (first post coming up soon!) sometimes i use lithium for cas pics too :p click here for a somewhat detailed explanation lol

3. tab mode camera mod

this camera mod is a godsend and makes taking screenshots soooooo much easier! 😌 i highly recommend getting this mod!!!

i think i mentioned this before in an ask - i edit my screenshots in photoshop before posting them on tumblr :D i don't really do much, just running a few actions and cropping my screenies. gshade does most of the work for me lol

this tutorial by @buglaur is insanelyyyy helpful omg i based my entire editing process on her tutorial, except for the colouring part because i'm lazy hehe

here's an example of my screenshots before and after editing (cropping the screenshot and running some actions)! there’s not much difference because as i said earlier, gshade will basically carry your entire editing process 💀

sometimes i put text in my pics like these screenies below :) i mainly use these two fonts - winkle and lemon milk :D

and that's about it for part one! now it's time for

here's what you neeeeeed

1. photoshop

i'm using a 🏴‍☠️ version of photoshop that i got from a somewhat sketchy website but it runs great so i'm not complaining 💀

2. instagram post template and instagram story template

a HUGEEEE thank you to @windslar for sharing the instagram story template link 😭 she is such an inspiration to me 💛

3. the actual instagram app

this is how i add text and emojis to my simstagram posts lol

disclaimer: i am NOT a photoshop expert. there's probably an easier way to do what i'm about to show you, but this works for me and i don't really mind the steps hehe

first things first, you're gonna want to open the psd files on photoshop and it'll look like this, depending on which file you opened

i usually just hide the layers that i don't need so in this case i'll hide the tagged users layer from the story psd and the bg layer from the post psd.

these are the layers that i hide but you can also leave them on if you want hehe totally up to you my dude. then you'll end up with something like the pics below

now we move on to the profile pictures! so what i do is i click these layers (shown below) and go 'file > place embedded > selected picture'

once you do that, you'll end up with something like this (below)! use 'ctrl + t' to resize your picture to fit into where the profile picture would go.

right click on the layer of your selected picture and click 'create clipping mask'. then you can hit 'ctrl + d' to adjust the picture to your liking!

now for the actual pictures for the posts. click on these layers (shown below) and go 'file > place embedded > your selected picture'

now all you have to do is 'ctrl + t' to resize your pictures, right click on the layer of the selected picture and click 'create clipping mask' then 'ctrl + t' again to adjust the pics!

after this whole process, i'll export my pics to my family dynamics folder on my desktop and queue it up on tumblr! :D sometimes my simstagram story posts have text and emojis like these ones below

all i did was upload the pics to google drive, download it to my phone, add text/emoji on the actual instagram app then saving the story to my phone... a lot of work but i don't really mind <3

aaannnnddd that's it!!!! i can't believe i made this guide 😭 hopefully this helps :D english isn't my first language so apologies for any grammar/spelling mistakes i've made in this post 🙈 feel free to ask any questions and i'll try my best to reply to you asap!!

[billsfangearring]

11 Good Omens Fic Favorites

a.k.a. I was going to choose my personal top ten but was too indecisive

One of my fandom resolutions for 2023 is to get back into reccing, so here’s a very casual GO rec list to kick things off! Fics are ordered longest to shortest.

As with any rec list, please read the warnings and tags on ao3 and make whatever decisions are best for you. I hope you enjoy!

the bucket list by darcylindbergh (@forineffablereasons)

There was a certain look that Aziraphale wore occasionally—a pinched sort of moue that looked like he’d just taken a very large mouthful of cinnamon—which meant he thought Crowley was being ridiculous. He had put it on. “Hang on,” he had said. “You want us to do human things?” * If you're going to go native, you might as well go all the way.

absolutely stunning, I wanted to take breaks while reading to really let it all sink in, I felt ALL THE EMOTIONS (44k, incomplete, E)

Your Mirror by equestrianstatue (@justlikeeddie)

I'll be your mirror; reflect what you are, in case you don't know. Crowley drummed his fingers briefly against his mug, and then sat back a little in his chair. He gave Aziraphale a long, appraising glance, and then seemed to come to some decision. “Listen, angel,” he said, “let me pitch you something.” Lulled by the familiar patter of Crowley’s voice as he was, Aziraphale still recognised this to be vaguely dangerous territory. He swallowed. “Go on,” he said.

one of the best-executed non-linear narrative fics I've ever read—just masterful, really peels back the layers in their relationship (28k, E)

This Soul Outstreaming by Rend_Herring

“Why did you come here?” Aziraphale interrupts. “Why do you keep doing this?” All the saving, he means, all the chasing after Aziraphale he does. It can’t only be that he’s not keen to endure a replacement. That can’t be it, not anymore. He’s going to get himself in trouble, and then it’ll be Aziraphale’s fault. Crowley’s mouth shuts with a click. He shifts uncomfortably in his seat, reaches for the handle of the fork and taps his fingertips against it before setting his hands in his lap. When he speaks, it’s very soft. “Don’t you know?” he asks. Aziraphale, unnaccustomed to his heart refusing to translate why it throbs with such haste, shakes his head.

sad, tender, funny, and romantic with beautiful prose, really just everything you want, so many quotable lines (22k, E)

Lay me down in Eden by caricari (@heycaricari)

Two supernatural entities go for a walk and Crowley gets more than he bargained for.

SO ROMANTIC OH MY GOD in the dialogue, interior monologue, and actions, excellent characterization, so pure (then explicit lol) (17k, E)

You've Got Kudos by curtaincall (@fremulon)

Aziraphale and Crowley both write fanfiction. As it happens, they both write Good Omens fanfiction. Of course, neither of them would ever admit this to the other. (A love story told primarily in AO3 comments)

this is the most meta thing ever lmao, really impressive skins for the ao3 look—pay attention to all the little details like usernames, etc. (4k, M)

build me a city, call it jerusalem by gyzym (@gyzym)

Man begets man begets The Tales of Men, and there's nothing godly in that; Those Above and Them Below haven't any need for the stories humans have been hungry for since the snake and the Angel with the flaming sword.

pre-show fic written in 2012, leans heavily into religious themes and Biblical references, melancholic, spare but beautiful writing style (3k, T)

The Gift by entanglednow (@entanglednow)

In which there is a little wooden elephant, and a long overdue confession.

simple yet checks all the boxes, very very soft and sweet, the DEVOTION, more biblical settings, truly just lovely (3k, T)

Anthony J. Crowley, Retired Demon and Airbnb Superhost by TheOldAquarian (@darkpurpledawn)

What are you supposed to do when you've been fired from your sweet job in Hell for thwarting the schemes of Satan, you've got a swanky flat in Mayfair, and you're looking for an excuse to spend all your time in someone else's bookshop? Obviously, you turn to the dubious world of short-term vacation rentals. The resulting Airbnb property has been variously described as "an instagram trap," "a vampire den but make it botanical," and "the weirdest bed and breakfast in the shared history of beds and breakfasting."

a highly entertaining series of Airbnb reviews of Crowley’s flat—every single one kills me, as do our ineffable duo’s cameos (3k, G)

Kissing, Accidentally. by skybound2 (@skybound2)

Crowley doesn’t mean to kiss him, really. It just sort of…happens. An…automatic response, if you will. An unintended automatic response. Unexpected, even. It’s not planned, that’s what he’s trying to say. ~~~ Or the one where Crowley gives in and kisses Aziraphale while he has him pinned against a wall.

winner of best use of footnotes, hilarious, Crowley is WHIPPED and an absolute disaster of a demon, just delightful (2k, G)

Too Generous by rfsmiley (@redfacesmiley)

“You are too generous to trifle with me. If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once. My affections and wishes are unchanged; but one word from you will silence me on this subject for ever.” Or: what happened after the [ we all got hit by a ] bus scene (aka "you could stay at my place, if you like")….

the TENSION, the PINING, ahh my heart was in my throat, excellent dialogue, and multiple P&P references (1.5k, T)

Interwoven Footsteps by skybound2 (@skybound2)

It takes them a while to get there. Six thousand years, give or take. But they get there.

criminally underappreciated (probably because it's super short), gorgeous, lush, sweet, their whole story in under 1k words (700, T)

[hebuiltfive]

Thundertober Day Three: Armour

I always seem to be putting Scott in most of the emotional spirals. Sorry, Scott fans. On the plus side, the next two after this are also Scott centric, so win-win?

AO3 here Days: One ~ Two

Warnings for: no real warnings this time, just Scott being a little depressed. Everyone has a mask that they put on like armour to hide themselves from the world. Tagging: @thunder-tober @skymaiden32 (just going to put it out there that if you want to be tagged in any future Thundertober pieces, or future pieces in general, let me know and I'll tag you too!)

Tropical breeze blew through unkempt locks. He had quite taken to hiking recently. He wondered if the others had noticed… No, of course they had noticed. Virgil’s worried glances, Gordon’s offers of company, John’s calls that came the moment Scott had made it to the top. They could all sense something was wrong, but they all had the respect of leaving Scott alone to decide if and when to inform them.

They all trusted that he would.

The thing with falling was that it was a lot like flying. Scott figured that was probably why he allowed himself to plummet so far before picking himself back up. The perception was deceptive; whenever he fell, it often felt like there was a warm embrace awaiting him at the end. After so many descents, he knew there was nothing but a soul-crushing oblivion at rock bottom, but Scott accepted the fall every goddamn time because, in these specific moments, when the fall was already underway, he genuinely believed he deserved it.

These moments of self-destruction were never random. They always had a trigger. This time, it was from (what Scott would have called) a failed rescue.

John had been trying to convince him otherwise on the entire journey home, but Scott hadn’t listened.

Yes, his space brother had a point in claiming that no-one had perished in the disaster, but that didn’t equate a success. Not in his eyes.

They had managed to save everyone, but Scott had been stubborn and there had been subsequent costs.

“We’ve got to get these people out now, Virg.”

“Scott, if we move too fast, the whole thing is at risk of collapsing. This is the safer—”

“If we don’t act now, safer won’t matter because there won’t be anyone in there left to save!”

He squeezed his eyes tightly shut as the memory of that moment came back to him in vivid colours and sounds. He’d never be free of that mistake, just like he’d never be free of any of the other mistakes he’d made.

No-one died, but Scott had still managed to fuck it up.

He pretended to be okay for the journey home, listening and nodding away as John tried valiantly to reassure him that all was not lost. Scott didn’t believe a word of it, but John didn’t need to know that. He had placed the mask on, hoping his brothers wouldn’t be able to see through it.

The reason he had hiked up to the summit was so he didn’t have to keep pretending.

Here, he could let that shield down for a while.

Here, with only the sky and sea to view for miles and miles, Scott could allow himself to be himself.

If Scott were ever asked where this defence had come from, or when it had developed, he wouldn’t have been able to give a straightforward answer. Perhaps he’d always had this guard up, or perhaps he’d built it up in the months following Dad’s disappearance.

He didn’t know.

He didn’t care.

Scott was glad for the mask. It meant no-one else worried. It meant that he could stay safe and, so long as the armour remained up, he could not only protect himself from the world but also those around him from himself too.

He didn’t want to see Virgil’s worried eyes scanning over him every five seconds. He didn’t want Gordon to constantly feel like he needed to be around him just in case. He didn’t want John constantly checking up on him.

His brothers weren’t his babysitters, and as much as he personally hated it, he hated the idea of being a burden to them more.

The armour was beautiful at keeping his true feelings and thoughts hidden, so everyone could go on as normal, but that only worked when everyone believed the wall of lies that Scott had built up. Whilst he had hoped his brothers hadn’t seen through his armour, from their concern showed earlier it was clear that they had. Again, Scott blamed himself for that. Maybe the mask wasn’t good enough this time.

Maybe, because he didn’t believe it, no-one else would.

He berated himself.

There were whispered curses under his breath as seagulls cried overhead.

Had to do better.

Had to be better.

Scott slumped against one of the rocks, unconcerned over the uncomfortableness of the jagged ground beneath him. He pulled his knees up to his chest, ignoring the tears that ran down his cheeks.

At least for now, alone on that peak, he could let the armour fall.

[layce2015]

Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Monster Movie

Masterlist

"The radio around here sucks." Dean grumbles as he fiddles with the radio. "Come on man." Sam said, exasperated. "Jobs don't get much sweeter than this, you know?" Dean asked and I nod in agreement. "Dead vic with a gnawed-On neck, body drained of blood, and a witness who swears up and down that it was a vampire." I recited. "No, I -- I agree. It's a hell of a case." Sam said, not sounding really enthusiastic.

"A little more gusto, please." Dean said. "It's just...The world is coming to an end. Things are a little complicated, you know?" Sam pointed out. "Yeah, well, we can't save the world, not today anyway. But what we can do is chop off some vamps' heads." Dean said but we noticed the upset look on Sam's face.

"Come on, man, it's like the good old days, an honest-To-Goodness monster hunt. It's about time the Winchesters and (l/n) got back to tackling. A straightforward, black-And-white case." Dean said and I chuckle as we head off to the next destination.

Later, we come up to this town with a sign hanging over some light post that said ​​​​OKTOBERFEST 2008. Polka music was blaring and women dressed in barmaid costumes and some men wearing lederhosen. The boys and I adjust our suits as we exit the Impala and walk forward.

"We still got to see the new Raiders movie." Dean said. "Yeah, I haven't gotten around to see it." I said while Sam said. "Saw it." Dean then looks over at him, incredulous. "Without me?" He asked.

"You were in hell." Sam said and I look over at Dean. "He's got a point." I said. "That's no excuse." Dean grumbles and I roll my eyes while he looks over at a pretzel vendor. "Big pretzel!" He exclaims while Sam and I smile and shake our heads. Dean then accepts three pretzels from vendor. "Thank you." He said and he hands Sam and me a pretzel. "Thank you." We said and we take a bite out of our pretzels as a blonde woman walks by us.

"Guten tag." She greets. "Guten tag yourself." Dean said with a mouthful of pretzel and I elbow him in the chest once I swallowed my bite. "Geez, don't talk with your mouth full." I said and the girl chuckles a bit. "Sorry, sometimes I feel like I'm the parent to these boys than a partner." I said to her. "I think every woman can understand that." She said and we laugh as I could see Dean giving me a glare.

I give him a fake smile then acted like I noticed something. "Oh no! You got something on your face!" I said, in a fake motherly voice, and I pulled out a napkin and wiped Dean's face as he pulls his face back a bit. The girl laughs and says. "I'll leave you to it then." Then she walks off.

"God, why'd you have to be so embarrassing?" Dean asked with a grumble and I turn to him with a raised eyebrow. "Uh, excuse me, you did that yourself..." I started to argue until Sam clears his throat to get our attention. "Looks like that's our man." He said as he points towards an old man in a sheriff's uniform.

We nod and follow Sam as we walk up to the old man. "Sheriff Dietrich." Sam said and Dietrich looks up at us. "Are you the onez from the fed?" he asked. "Agent Anges, Johnson and Young." Sam introduced as we show him our badges. "We called ahead about your, uh, problem." I said as we put our badges away. "Right. Um...I'll tell you what, why don't we talk this out away from the crowd, huh?" He said and he gets up.

Later, at the Morgue, the Sheriff opens the door of a body tray and slides it out to reveal a body that was covered with a sheet. "Marissa Wright, 26, just up from Lockhard for the 'fest. Terrible. Just terrible. It's the last thing this town needs at peak tourist season." Dietrich said as he pulls back the sheet to reveal a young woman. "Definitely the last thing Marissa Wright needed." Sam remarked with a tight smile and I rolled my eyes at him.

Dean then turns the body's head and sees two dark puncture marks on her neck, it looked like a vampire bite. "What the hell?" Dean said as Dietrich shrugs. "Yeah, you got me -- I mean, this killer's some kind of grade-A wacko, right? I mean, some satan-Worshipping, Anne Rice-Reading, gothic, psycho vampire wannabe." Dietrich said and I turn to him.

"Sheriff, in your report, you mentioned a witness." I said and he looked a bit regretful. "Yeah, I wished I didn't." he said with a huff. "But our witness insisted. That's Ed Brewer. Not exactly what you'd call reliable." he said and the boys and I share a look.

We head into a bar where the waitresses were dressed in their Oktoberfest costume and we come up to the waitresses from earlier as she hands another waitresses two glasses of beer.

"I remember you." She said as she gestures to me and Dean. "Ah, yes..." I said as I peer at her nametag to see it said Jamie. "Jamie." I said and she smiles at me. "Doing okay?" I asked her, trying to make small talk. "Oh, you know, hectic as usual. Especially this time of year." She said.

"We're looking for Ed Brewer." Sam said and I turn to him. "Jeez, so much for easing right to it." I muttered as Jamie crosses her arms and looks at Sam. "What do you want with Ed?" She asked. "Well, we are, uh...federal agents." Dean said as we show her our badges. "Mr. Brewer was witness to a serious crime." said Dean and Jamie gives us a look of disbelief.

"You're a fed? Wow, you don't come on like a fed." Jamie said but she sees our serious face then she frowns. "Seriously?" She asked and Dean, grinning, leans forward on the bar toward her. "I'm a maverick, ma'am. A rebel with a badge. One thing I don't play by -- The rules." He said and I go and step on his foot. "Ow!" He exclaims as said Sam said, with an irritated smile. "Okay, maverick." Then he looks towards Jamie. "So, where can we find Mr. Brewer?" Sam asked.

"I told the cops everything I saw. No one believes me." Ed said as he uncaps his beer stein and drinks it. Then he points towards us. "Why should you be any different?" Ed asked. "Believe me, Mr. Brewer, we're different." I said, trying to assure him. "I spoke the God's honest truth. And now, I'm a joke." Ed said, upset.

"Marissa Wright's murder is no joke to us. And we want to hear everything, No matter how strange it may seem." Sam said to him. "We have a lot of experience with strange." I said and Brewer uncaps beer stein and drink. "It was just after midnight. I just left here, and like I do every night..." Brewer explains then he walks his fingers along the table. "I cut through the park on the way home. At first, I thought it was a couple kissing. But she was...struggling too much. And this man, He was -- Well, he was biting her neck." He said as we listen, intently.

"Can you describe her assailant?" Sam asked Brewer. "Oh, he was a vampire." Brewer said, quickly, and Dean sighs and looks down. "Okay, right. And by that, you mean --" Dean started to say but Brewer said. "You know, a vampire."

"Uh-Huh. Yeah. So, he looked like --" Dean prodded and Brewer looks at him. "He looked like a vampire, You know, with the fangs and the slicked-Back hair..." Brewer said as he demonstrates with his hair. "And the fancy cape And the little medallion thingy on the ribbon."

"You mean like a Dracula?" I asked and Brewer nods. "Exactly. Like a Dracula. Right down to the accent." he said, happily. "The accent?" Sam asked. "Yep." Brewer said.

"What did he say?" I asked. "You know, something like..." Brewer said then he raised his arm over his face as if he has a cape on. "Stay away, mortal! The night is mine!" He recites with a Hungarian accent. Then he looks between us. "You do believe me, don't you?" He asked, nervously.

"So, what do you guys think? Goth, psycho vampire wannabe, right?" Dean asked me and Sam, few minutes after talking to Brewer. "Definitely not our kind of case." Sam said. "Agreed. But who cares?" Dean asked as we walk toward a table. "Room's paid for, and it's Oktoberfest. Come on, guys. Beer and bar wenches." Dean said as we sit and I give him a look.

"Women don't react well to the whole wench thing, Dean." I said and Dean turns to the bar where Jamie is standing. "Hey, bar wench, where's that beer?" Dean asked and Jamie looks at him while I face-palm at this. "Coming up, good sir!" She said, sweetly, as she goes to get the beer. "Guys, Oktoberfest." Dean said, gleefully, as he turns to us.

"There you go." Jamie said as she hands him his beer then she turns to us. "What can I get you two?" She asked and before either of us could speak, Dean speaks up. "Oh, he doesn't drink. He's a Christian Scientist. Doesn't even take aspirin. He's a real drag on stakeouts." Dean said as he points at Sam then he points at me but I speak over him.

"Don't listen to this idiot. I'll just have a beer." I said then I look over at Sam, who shakes his head. "I'm actually gonna head out and get some sleep." He said and he gets up and leaves. "Okay, one beer coming up." Jamie said and I nod at her then she walks away and I sigh and run my hands over my face.

"What's wrong?" Dean asked and I look over at him. "I just...I don't know...I feel like there's still more to this." I said. "Oh you're just worrying too much." He said and I raise an eyebrow at him. "C'mon, it's Oktoberfest! Just relax and enjoy your beer." Dean said just as Jamie brings the beer. "Thanks." I said to her and she nods then leaves. 

"I can't relax, Dean. This case is just weird too me and I mean our kind of weird." I said. "Look, sometimes jobs end up a bust. You know that, this just sounds like someone is taking this vampire role play too far." Dean said and I narrow my eyes at him. "How are you just so blase about this case?" I asked, slightly annoyed. 

"Why are you taking this case so seriously?" He asked. "I..I don't know...I just...I just think something is wrong..." I said as I try to think. "You're just tensed up and full of stress." Dean said and I let out a sigh. 

"I think I know a way to relieve all that stress." He said and I look back at him. "And it involves you and me in between the sheets." He said. "Seriously? I'm telling you that we should stick to this case and you're talking about sex?" I asked, a bit offended. "Yeah, what's wrong? You used to always jump at the idea!" Dean said, sounding confused. "Yeah, that was before you went to hell. But ever since you came back...I don't know, besides kissing or the occasional make-out, you seem a bit distant when it comes to sex." I said.

"Well, maybe it is time to right some wrongs." he said. "Come again?" I asked, confused. "Like you said, I came back from the furnace and I did it without any of my old scars, right?" he said then he starts listing off on his fingers. "You know, bullet wounds, knife cuts..." he said as he holds up his hand, spreading his fingers and wiggling them. "None of the off-Angled fingers from all the breaks. I mean, my hide is as smooth as a baby's bottom, Which leads me to conclude, Sadly...That my virginity is intact." He said and I snort out a laugh.

"Are you serious?" I asked him, incredulous. "I have been re-Hymenated." Dean said, proudly, before he drinks. "Re-- Please. Dean, maybe angels can pull you out of hell, But no one could do that." I tell him. "Sweetheart, I have been re-Hymenated. And the dude will not abide." He said and I roll my eyes. "You're hopeless." I said. "And you're overreacting." He said and I glare at him. "Seriously? I'm overreacting?!" I shout, angrily, then I scoff at this and get up. "At least I take my job seriously!" I yelled and I leave.

"Men..." I grumbled as I walk up to the bar. "Tell me about it." Jamie's voice said and I look over at her and chuckle. "So...Casanova over there giving you problems?" She asked as she gestures over to Dean, who was drinking from his beer and was trying his best to not look over at me.

"You could say that." I said as I go sit on the stool. Then she gives me a bottle and she looks at me. “On the house, you need it.” She said and I accept it and smile. "Thanks." I said and I take a sip. "You wanna talk about it?" Jamie asked me. I smile and gave a vague explanation of what was going on between me and Dean, just taking out about him coming back from hell and what we actually do.

​​​​​​"Wow..." she said, disbelieving. "Yeah." I said as I take the last sip of the beer. "Why did you take him back if he left you for a few months?" Jamie asked me and I shrugged. "Guess I still love him." I admit and Jamie smiles. "Plus someone has to keep him on a leash as we do our job.”

"Sounds like you need a girl's night out." She said and I nod at this. "How bout tomorrow? You and me, I'll show you around town." She said. "As nice as that would be, from the way it sounds, we're probably not gonna be here tomorrow." I said and Jamie frowns. "That sucks." She said, sounding a bit disappointed. I give her a sympathetic look before I go and speak up.

"Well...I guess I'll check my schedule and try to squeeze you in tomorrow." I said and she chuckles a bit. "I'll come by here tomorrow to tell you." I said and she nods. "Cool." She said and I wave a goodbye to her and leave the bar.

The next day, Sam, Dean and I sit across from Anna-Marie at an outside table as she sucks on a straw in a large cup. The boys and I exchange a look, we were waiting for her to give her statement as there was another attack and she was the only witness to it. "Ma'am, we understand how hard this is, But can you describe the creature?" Dean asked her. She sucks on the straw once more then said. "Oh. It was a werewolf."

"A werewolf?" Sam said, disbelieving. "You're sure?" I asked her. "Oh, yeah. With the furry face and the black nose And the claws and the torn-up pants and shirt, like from the old movies." She explains. "Um, well..." Sam mutters. "Okay, so..." Dean said before I start to stand up. "Thank you for your time." I said and we leave.

Later, the boys and I walk into the morgue as Dean speaks up. "First a Dracula and now a full on movie time Wolf Man? What the hell is going on in this town?" He asked us. I shrug as Sam opens one of the storage drawers and pulls out a body. He unzips the body bag and the smell hits our noses and I recoil in disgust.

"Damn!" Dean exclaims just as disgusted while I try not to puke. "All right. Whatever did this wasn't a psycho wannabe." Sam said as he pulls out some shredded flesh from the corpse with a pencil. "Look at those bite marks. Right down to the bone...and deeper." I pointed out.

"Strong enough to tear a healthy man apart limb from limb. Could be a werewolf." Dean said. "Yeah, except, look. The heart's still there in one piece. They never leave the heart behind." Sam said as he points at the corpse. "Thus I reiterate -- what the hell is going on?" Dean asked as we hear footsteps.

We turn and see the sheriff entering the morgue. "Well, I was hoping either of you could tell me. I just got a rush job back from the lab on those fibres we found on the body." he said and he pulls out a plastic bag from an envelope.

"Canine. Wolf hairs." he said and we stare at him in disbelief. "I'm getting a headache." Dean said as he shakes his head, slightly. "You are a headache." I grumbled and he turns and glares at me.

Later, we were back at the bar, sitting at a table and eating. "I don't know, boys. Looks like we've stumbled onto a midnight showing of Dracula meets Wolf Man. Is that it?" I asked and Dean shrugs. "I'm wondering the same thing." He said. "I don't know. I mean, Wolf Man seems real enough. Makes Dracula seem a little less impossible, I guess." Sam said. "Yeah, but werewolves don't grow wolf hair. That's just a myth." I said. "Yeah." said Sam as he nods. 

"So, what? We've got a vampire and a werewolf monster mashing this town?" Dean asked as Jamie brings over another round of beer for us. "Looks like you guys are staying a while. I heard about Rick Deacon." she said and she looked pretty sad.

"Yeah, this case just got weird enough for our department." Dean said. "Well, beers are on me." she said. "Thank you." I said, appreciatively. "Hey, by the way...since you're still here, you wanna hang out later with me?" Jamie asked me. "Sure, would love to have a girl's night out." I said and Jamie smiles. "Cool. I get off at midnight." She tells me and I nod. "Okay, see ya later." I said and she smiles and leaves.

Then I look over at the boys and they give me this look of disbelief. "What? Am I not allowed some me time?" I asked. “No. We just never seen you like this before.” Sam said. "Yeah, well, I've haven't had any kind've female friends to hang out with. I mean, I love you boys but...sometimes I like some me time." I said. "Hey, more power to ya." Dean said. “Hey, gives me some time to be away and enjoy myself for once.” I said and Dean rolls his eyes while I smirk at him.

Later that night, we were called into the museum since a guard was attacked by a mummy. It was already crawling with police when we show up and the sheriff let us through and we went right to the sarcophagus.

The three of us look it over when Sam speaks up. "This sarcophagus isn't ancient." he said and he holds up a tag that reads, THE FX SHOP PROPHOUSE PHILDADELPHIA, PA. "It's from a prop house in Philly." he informs. "Well...it goes well with the bucket of dry ice he was keeping in it." Dean said as he lifts up a small bucket of dry ice from inside the sarcophagus.

"Is he making his own special effects?" I asked them. "Yeah, a mummy with a good sense of showmanship." Dean said and I shake my head. "This is stupid." I muttered then I look at my watch and noticed that it was close to midnight.

"Oh, damn it. Jamie. I'm late. You boys good here?" I asked them. "Yeah." Dean said. "Yeah, you go ahead and enjoy your night." Sam said and I smile at him. "Thank you, boys." I said and he head off.

I was walking down the streets, almost at the bar, when I see Jamie running towards me. "Jamie!" I shout then she crashes into me. "Whoa, hey! You okay?" I asked but then I turn and see, honest to God, Dracula. He had the look and the clothes down from the original Dracula movie, just as Mr Brewer had described.

"Son of a bitch." I exclaimed as Dracula comes up to us. "You should not use such language in the presence of my bride." he said, in that phony accent. "Okay." I said then I punch Dracula and we begin to fight as I heard Jamie scream.

"Jamie, run!" I shout at her. "You have no choice in the matter, Ms. Harker. Mina is mine." he said and he goes to try and bite me. But I reach up and rip his ear off and he flees. I follow him and he leaps over a gate and escapes on a moped. 

"What the hell?!" I muttered and I looked down at the ear I ripped off and noticed something about it. "Ah, crap." I grumbled.

Back at the bar, Jamie and I were sitting at a table when the boys walk over to us. "Hey. You guys all right?" Dean asked as he comes up to me. "Yeah, I think so. And I think I know what's going on." I said and I put a folded towel on the table. "Yeah?" Sam and Dean said, cautiously.

"Part of it, at least." I said and Sam opens the towel to see Dracula's ear. "Uh, the ear part?" Sam asked as Dean looks taken aback by this. "Ripped it off of Dracula's head." I said and they look at me impressed. "Touch it." I tell them and they touch the ear and they let out a noise of disgust.

"Feel familiar to you?" I asked them. "Oh, man." Sam mutters. "Skin of a shapeshifter." Dean said and I nod. "Just like St. Louis and just like Milwaukee. Of course this one's all holding buckets of crazy. Oh, and, uh..." I said and take out a medallion from my pocket and gives it to Sam.

"This, I uh, pulled it off during the fight. Look at the label on the ribbon." I said and Sam and Dean look at the label, which reads THE FX SHOP PROPHOUSE PHILADELPHIA, PA.

"It's a costume rental." Sam said and I nod. "All three monsters - the Dracula, Wolf Man, and the mummy -- all the same critter, which means we need to catch this freak before he Creature From the Black Lagoons somebody." I said as I notice Jamie looking between us.

"So, you guys are like Mulder and Scully or something, and The X-Files are real?" she asked us. "No, The X-Files is a TV show. This is real." Dean said. "Oh." Jamie said and she looked overwhelmed. "Okay, so, the stagecraft, the costuming…it's like he's trying to re-enact his favorite monster movie moments, right down to the bloody murders." Sam said.

"Wait a second. Who the hell is Mina?" Jamie asked. "Mina?" Sam asked and I nod. "Yeah. That's what he called Jamie. And he called me Ms. Harker." I said. "Well, Ms. Harker is actually Mr. Harker as in Jonathan Harker. They're characters from the movies and the novels -- Mina, Dracula's intended bride, Harker the fiancé that stands in the way. He must've had to improvise since you're a girl." Sam explains then he looks over at Jamie.

"Seems like he's fixating on you, like he sees you as his bride." he said. "Wow. Lucky me." Jamie said, sarcastically. "But to fixate on you, my guess is that the shifter has to have seen you before or been around you." Dean said and Sam nods then I turn to Jamie.

"Jamie, has anybody strange come to town, somebody that has taken a specific notice of you?" I asked her. "I don't know, (y/n). It's Oktoberfest. I'm a bartender. There's lots of people. I..." she stops. "...wait a second. There is Ed." She said. "Ed Brewer Ed?" Sam asked. "Yeah. He moved here about a month ago. Lucy swears he has a crush on me. He comes in almost every night. But, you know, I don't think he's the type of guy –" Jamie starts to explain but Dean talks over her.

"Where does Ed live?" he asked. "I don't know. But he works at the old movie theater. I think he's the projectionist there." she said and the boys look over at me. "Take care of Mina?" Sam asked me and I nod. "Yep." I said and Dean goes up to me. "Be careful." He said and I smile. "Of course." I said then Dean leans in and gives me a kiss. I kiss him back then he and Sam leave.

Later, Jamie begins to pace in front of the booth I'm sitting in. "So, monsters are real." she said, still trying to process what she learned. "Some of them, yeah." I said. "And the shapeshifter, he can turn into different people." she said. "Yeah. Yeah, except this one's turning into the great monsters of screenland, which is a new one for me." I said.

"You're not really FBI, are you?" she asked me and I shake my head. "Not so much." I said "So, this is what you do? You and your partners just tramp across the country on your own dime until you find some horrible nightmare to fight?" she asked me.

"Some people paint." I said, shrugging. "Wow." she said, shocked. "What?" I asked her. "That must suck. I mean, you're giving up your life for this terrible...I don't know, responsibility." She said and I shrug. "It’s not so bad. We help people. Not only help them, we save them. It's pretty sweet. It's kind of like a gift...like a mission. Kind of like a...a mission from God." I explain as Jamie sits across from me.

"So, does that make you...some kind of monk or something? You know, celibate?" she asked me and I snort out a laugh. "No, although I feel like since these last few months." I said. "I guess that has to do with Dean?" She asked me and I nod.

"Yeah...we've been work partners for a couple of years then we became a couple and...well, something happened to him where he was gone for a few months. I thought he was dead. But then he came back and now it's just...I don't know a bit weird between us. I still love him and care about him but...I don't know about him. He'll kiss me but that's as far as he'll go." I said and Jamie frowns. "That sucks, girl." She said as she places a hand over mine. We share a smile but then the lights come on and we look over and see a blonde woman come in and she jumps when she sees us.

"Holy crap. Oh, my God. Jamie. Guys, I'm -- I'm sorry. I thought you guys were going out." she said. "Lucy, it's -- it's okay. Uh, listen –" Jamie tries to explain but Lucy raises a hand. "You know what? I just -- I came to borrow a bottle. I kind of got something going back at my...Anyway, uh, you guys look really busy, so I'm just gonna get out of your hair." Lucy said as she grabs a bottle and tries to leave.

"No, seriously, Lucy, it's been a crazy night. Stay for a drink." Jamie said and I nod. "Yeah. Stay for a drink." I said and Lucy smiles.

Later, Jamie, Lucy and I were all sitting around the table and Jamie explains to her what happened while Lucy poured us all a drink. "Oh, that sounds awful. Jamie, honey, are you okay?" Lucy asked her. "Oh, I am fine. He didn't even touch me. (y/n), she just blew right in and fought him off." Jamie said as she nods at me. "Well, I didn't actually fly, but I'm sure it seemed that way at the time." I said as Lucy blots her lipstick on a napkin.

"It was really, really something." Jamie said then she started to act like she was woozy. "Jamie?" I asked her, worried, but then I started to feel like my head was swimming. "So, (y/n), are you like a black belt or what?" Lucy asked me as I look at my glass, it swims before my eyes.

"Well, I guess they train you to fight at the academy or whatever." Lucy said with a triumphant smile. I lean across and punch Lucy as I push Jamie out of the way. "(y/n), what are you doing?" Jamie slurred, questioning, then she passes out, falling back down into the booth.

"It's you, isn't it?" I asked Lucy as I glare at her. Lucy pushes her jaw back into place and I kick her again but I start to stumble around and my head start to hurt. "Oh, damn it! What did you put in our drinks?!" I asked as I smash a bottle on the edge of table. "That's all right. I'll skin you myself." I said but then next thing I knew my vision goes black.

I groan and slowly open my eyes as my vision was blurry for a moment. Once my vision clears up, I realized that I was in a dungeon and I start to move but noticed that I was strapped to an upright table. Then I look down and noticed, for some damn reason, I was wearing lederhosen.

"Oh, come on." I said, exasperated, then I look around and notice a portrait of a woman’s face on the wall. As I kept staring at it, I realized that the woman looked an awful like Lucy.

"She is beautiful, no?" A voice asked and I look the other way to see Dracula walking up next to me. "Bride number three from the first film. She never got the acclaim that she deserved. Which is why I chose her shape, her form, to move among the mortals unnoticed. To listen to the cricket songs of the living. That is when I discovered my bride had been reborn in this century." He explains and I shake my head.

"I can't get over what a pumpkin-pie-eyed, crazy son of a bitch you really are. You're not Dracula! You get that, right?" I said and he glares at me. "Or even if you think you are Dracula, what the hell's up with the mummy?!"  I asked then Dracula punches me in the face

"Agh, bitch!" I shout as I spat out blood. "I am all monsters!" Dracula exclaims. "Life ain't a movie, you sorry sack of –" I growled then he punches me again. I groan and cough before he continues. "Life is small. Meagre. Messy. The movies are grand, simple, elegant. I have chosen elegance." He said

"You think elegance is really the word for what you did to Marissa, or Rick Deacon, or any of the others?!" I asked him, angrily. "But of course. It is a monster movie, after all." he said. "You do realize what happens at the end of every monster movie?" I said, questioning. "Ah, but this movie is mine. And in it, the monster wins. The monster gets the girl. And the hero or...well in this case, heroine, she’s...electrocuted. And tonight, Jonathan...oh excuse me, Joan Harker, you will be my heroine." Dracula said and he puts his hand on a large lever on the wall and I chuckle, nervously.

"W-w-wait, wait, wait." I stammer, panicked, and I struggle to escape and he was about to pull the lever but the doorbell rings. "Please, excuse me." Dracula said and he leaves. I let out a sigh of relief at this and lay my head back.

"What the hell am I gonna do?" I asked myself as I look around for something or anything. I struggle against the restrains but nothing and I grumble a few curse words under my breath.

I began to panic a bit as I didn't know when Dracula would come back, even though it has been awhile. I struggle some more then I hear some footsteps and I felt my heart race. But then I realized it sounded like more than one sets of feet.

At that moment, Sam and Dean come up to me. "Oh, thank God. Just in the nick of time. That guy was about to Frankenstein me." I tell them and they untie me. "Hey there, Hansel." Sam teases as I get off of the table. "Shut up!" I growled. "I'm starting to think you need to wear shorts more often." Dean flirts and I turn to him. "You're so lucky I like you, or I'd roundhouse kick you now." I said then I gesture for the boys to kick the door.

Sam puts his foot through the door, punching a hole in it which made the entire door falls flat off its hinges. "Let's go." Dean said and we run.

We kept looking around the house and make our way upstairs and to a bedroom door. Sam opens the door and crosses to Jamie, who was lying on the bed. Then Dracula intercepts him from behind and throws him through the wall.

"You will never be Van Helsing!" Dracula yelled and Dean attacks him. "Neither will you!" Dracula shouts as he kicks Dean back and I run in and fight him. "And you, Harker, now you die." Dracula shouts, dramatically. "How 'bout now you shut the hell up?" I asked but then I was thrown on the ground.

Dracula raises his arms, about to go in for the kill, but then he was shot in the chest. I gasp as Dracula looks at his wound. "Silver?" He said, shocked, then he turns to see Jamie was the one who shot him. "It was beauty that killed the beast." Dracula said as Jamie looked upset about this. "No, Mina, do not weep." Dracula said as he falls into a chair.

"Perhaps this is how the movie should end." he said then he dies in the chair.

The next day, Jamie and I, back to wearing normal clothes, were walking around in the town square. "Well, that was probably the most action packed girl's night I've ever had." Jamie said and I chuckle. "Yeah, getting to shoot a shapeshifter that was a Dracula wannabe is gonna be hard to top." I said and she laughs.

"Well, thank you. You have been a great service to your country." Jamie said to me and I laugh. "Oh, yes, I'm very, very patriotic." I joked and we share a laugh as I hear footsteps behind me. I look over my shoulder and see Dean and Sam come up to me. 

I turn back to Jamie. "Well, I guess this is goodbye." I said and she nods. "Come visit next time, okay?" She asked me. "I can't promise anything but...I'll try." I said and she nods. "Just keep those boys out of trouble, especially that one." She said and she points over at Dean. I laugh and said. "Oh trust me, they attract trouble wherever they go. I may need a leash for when that happens.” 

She laughs at this then we smile. "Well, goodbye." She said and the two of us hug each other then once the hug was over, I walk over to the boys and we began to walk away. "You guys saved my life, you know? So, thanks." Jamie said and we turn to her and she smiles and nods at us before she leaves.

"I like her." Sam said as we walk towards the Impala. "Feels good to be back on the job, doesn't it?" Dean asked us and I nod. "Yeah, it does." Sam said. "The girl is saved, monster gets the gank. All in all, happy ending!" I said and Sam rolls his eyes and Dean shakes his head.

"Hey, all I'm saying is the shifter man had a point, you know? It would be nice if life was movie simple." I said and Sam shrugs. "Although, if I was turning life into a movie, I wouldn't do this Abbott and Costello meet the monster crap." Dean said.

"Yeah, no. I know what you’d pick." Sam said. "No, you don't." Dean argued. "Yeah, I do." Sam said. "No. You don't. You don't!" Dean exclaims and Sam and I share a knowing look. "Porky's II." I replied and Dean looks over at me while Sam laughs.

"What?" Dean asked me. "You heard me." I said and Sam nods. Dean looks between us then pouts. "Lucky guess." he grumbles and Sam raises a hand behind Dean towards me and I high-five him as we get to the Impala.

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Welcome to my Blog! Have some coffee ☕

Hello everyone! I'm Coffeh. I'm a 21-year-old Brazilian graphic designer irl, but here I share my art and stories about g/t and reblog things I like! Hope you can enjoy this silly little corner I have for myself.

If you're a nsfw blog or a vore blog, I ask you to not interact with my posts, please. I just like to filter my Tumblr experience this way. I also block empty blogs, just in case they're a bot.

MASTERPOST OF ALL MY STORIES AND CHARACTERS

Now onto the fun part! I'll divide my stories in universes and characters, with trope lists and everything. Pick any that you like, there's a little bit of everything! Hope I can make y'all fall in love with my silly little blorbos <3

Tales from Immers (Berk, Kylon and Rosemary)

Fantasy and adventure, friendship, curses, growing into a giant, intentional fearplay.

This story is going to become my first multichapter! Currently on the planning phase and ongoing. I have a few chapters out, but they'll be rewritten.

Summary: Kylon is a self-procclaimed genius who invented an airship, trying to get by in a prejudiced village with his best friend, Rosemary. One day, he ventures too far into the Imore Woods, and what he finds might involve him and his friend with the place's local legend.

Prologue

Chapter 1

Character tags: #oc: kylon #oc: rosemary #oc: berk

Royalty (Estelle and Alaric)

Friendship, royal setting, giant race, arranged marriage, platonic slow burn, hurt and comfort, unintentional fearplay.

Summary: A young princess named Estelle must live in the castle of the prince of the giants, Alaric, in order to achieve piece for the human kingdom.

Chapter 1

Chapter 2

Chapter 3

Character Tags: #oc: estelle #oc: alaric

Sinking Ships (Aegir and Caytlin)

Fantasy, merfolk, fluff, friendship, bittersweet ending, angst.

Summary: A marine biologist gets stranded by the sea, and is saved by a merman in the proccess. Determined to find out more about eachother, they form an unlikely bond. But Caytlin's relentless ambition might put their friendship to the test.

Chapter 1

Character tags: #oc: caytlin #oc: aegir

Survivor (Sunflower and Juhren)

Fantasy and adventure, childhood friends, eventual romance, rekindling friendship, fantasy races, hurt and comfort, unintentional fearplay.

For now I only have a collection of short stories involving these characters, they're my oldest g/t ocs! <3

Summary: In a world where all sentient beings are magical, humans are the magicless outcasts, being hunted down and killed in some places for unknown reasons. Sunflower is a human disguised as a magical race, living peacefully in a remote village. But when the nordem, powerful giants who are in war against the Capital, attack and destroy her safe haven, Sunflower has to run away and escape her country in order to survive. But being a human in a world full of magic is dangerous, specially when there's a price on her head, and she finds herself having to rely on the very same species that made her run away in the first place. In the process, Sunflower may reencounter an old friend.

A Nest Of Memories

Enchanted

How they Met

Character tags: #oc: sunflower #oc: juhren

Out of Bounds (Ethan, Helena, Seb and Zora)

Sci-fi and drama, angst with a bittersweet ending, post-apocalyptic, utopia, growing into a giant, family bonds, friendship.

Summary: A genetic mutation starts affecting 5% of the world's population, making them grow into towering 130-feet-tall giants. Ethan Greenwood has everything in life: a loving mom, lots of friends, a promising career as a public defender, and the safety within the borders of Steelfort. But when he's diagnosed with the hyperon syndrome himself, Ethan has to struggle with the changes in his body and the loss of his perfect life. Will he be able to retain his humanity, even as it gets further away from his grasp? And will Helena, his mother, and his best friends, Zora and Seb, reach out to him, both physically and emotionally?

This is going to become a novel in the far future (hopefully). For now, I have some short stories exploring the characters and the world.

Sleepover and Snacks

Character tags: #oc: ethan #oc: zora #oc: seb #oc: helena

G/t Night Dream (Cole and Lia)

Sci-fi, dystopian, memory loss, friendship groups, romance, tiny people being oppressed, borrowers (to an extent), angst with a bittersweet ending, growing into a giant.

Summary: Humanity has known how to hide and run for over a century now. On Earth, the hyperion are the superior, evolved race, while humanity are treated as less than pests, and are killed on sight by the titans. In a hidden underground society, a human resistance tries to get by as they borrow resources from the terrifying giants. Cole has been a reliable leader of his scavenging group for a while now, and he gains the loyalty, friendship and admiration of a new member, someone he had saved from the hyperion, called Lia. But when Cole is captured and turned into one of them, Lia decides it's her turn to save him.

For now, only a few snippets of these characters' stories are avaiable.

Melancholy

Character tags: #oc: lia #oc: cole

Cordelia

(Placeholder title ashush no idea how to name her universe yet)

Fantasy, drama, tragic, sad ending, hurt and comfort, angst, monster and monster transformation, memory loss (eventual recovery).

Summary: Since the disappearance of his wife seven years ago, Edward Becker has been dealing with the toll this caused on his mental health. One night, however, she does come back, showing him that there exists a fate worse than death.

Prologue

Character tags: #oc: cordelia #oc: edward

MISCELANEOUS SHORT STORIES/PROMPT STORIES:

G/T JULY STORIES

92 PROMPTS

I mean, basically most of the stories I've tagged above are from these two bigger tags for now, with the exception of G/t July's "Element", which feature characters I'm not sure I'll write more about. But any other short story that doesn't have a definite character, I'll put in this section.

Last but not least, My Wattpad Profile, if you guys prefer that over Tumblr.

Anyway, thanks for visiting my page! Don't forget to grab a coffee when you leave☕

[alrightbuckaroo]

Thanks to @jesuisici33, @lemonlyman-dotcom, @orchidscript for the tags and double thanks to @welcometololaland for the tag and thinking up this lovely little game <3

Rules: List your WIPs below (if you only write one fic at a time, feel free to include future WIPs/ideas!) then answer the following questions. Then, tag as many people as you have WIPs (or more)

1. WIP List:

Alright, so to save you from endless scrolling, I'm just going to list those that have a semblance of a plot and some words written (because surprisingly, yes there are more):

you can't catch a sinner with a saint (old west au)

yesterday's love was a warm summer breeze (sequel to the parisian summer romance au)

lone star lately (workplace mid 2000s rom-com au)

beauty lingers out of reach (artist!carlos nude model!tk au)

everybody is somebody's fool (1940s au)

the rolling thunder of your finger tips (reporter!tk weatherman!carlos dom/sub au)

the sunshine is in your smile (alternate first meeting)

these eyes don't cry (5 + 1)

love in a hurricane (bodyguard au)

love by any other name (witness protection au [but make it funny] )

shoot a man and watch him die (on the lam au)

29 going on 30 (tk turns thirty event fic)

come and take a walk on the wild side (partly published, partly driving me bonkers)

We'll be here forever if I tell you the summary of each one, but if you want to know more, don't be afraid to ask!

2. Which of your WIPs is currently the longest?:

come and take a walk on the wild side is currently 60k and does not show ANY sign of stopping right now.

3. Which WIP do you expect will end up the longest?

I'm thinking either the Old West AU or the 1940s AU simply because I plan to do such vast world building.

4. Which WIP is your favourite to write/the most enjoyable to write? Why?

Old West AU for sure, but that's also where most of my mind has been on my upcoming WIPs. I'm going to love revisiting the "We'll Always Have Paris" verse though.

5. Which WIP do you find the most intimidating to write? Why?

Either the 1940s AU because it's a case fic and I'll have to put a lot of thought into that b-plot or the On the Lam AU because it's not going to be the most sanitized storytelling.

Neither Carlos nor Tk is the villain, but the world won't see it that way.

6. Which WIP do you experience the most self-doubt about. Why?

I think it's yesterday's love was a warm summer breeze, the sequel to summer slipped us underneath her tongue.

I didn't expect so many people to be excited for the sequel, let alone love the story so much, so I'm just hoping I continue doing justice to that little world.

7. Which of your WIPs will you seek out a beta/sensitivity reader for? Why?

I'm not sure, I think I might need a sensitivity reader for these eyes don't cry simply because I've never written a therapist before.

8. Have any of your WIPs been struck by the curse of writer's block?

come and take a walk on the wild side was on the mend for a second there, but right now the inspiration is back. TK's interlude is being written, ya'll!

9. Which WIP has your favourite OC? Tell us about them?

If you've read any of my AUs you know I LOVE a good OC so this is like asking me to pick a favorite child.

Ruth Baker is an office clerk in the Old West AU who I simply just adore. I get to write things like this:

Roy chuckles and it’s both sinister and mocking. “Oh Reyes, what I actually want to say wouldn’t be polite to do so in such,” Roy’s eyes glance over at Ruth, they land on her chest for a little too long. “Feminine company.” “Eat shit, Roy.” Ruth’s cigarette doesn’t move as she says it, not once looking up from her typewriter. 

10. Which WIP is the sexiest?

come and take a walk is sexy but it's not the couple you necessarily want to root for so that might be subjective. Though, I do get write fun moments like this:

“God,” Hartlock emphasizes the word, putting a mix of exasperation and desperate, wanton longing. TK’s aware of where this is going and decides to lean into it. He lowers himself on his lap, straddling him. Hartlock welcomes him, as if his lap is a spot made for TK. “You are such a handful.” He places his hands on TK’s hips, reaches under his shirt and touches his bare skin. his fingertips feeling like a sunburn. TK leans in and whispers, “I know, but that’s what you’ve got two hands for.” He presses his lips against Sam’s neck, kissing it with intent. Hartlock gives in to the moment, his hands looking to grab purchase on TK’s skin.

If we're talking strictly Tarlos sexy; toss up between the Old West AU and the Bodyguard AU (for now 🤭)

11. Which WIP is the angstiest?

Definitely these eyes don't cry. That said, it's almost been one of the most fun to write; so what does that really say about me 🥴

12. Which WIP has the best characterisation (in your humble opinion)?

I write so many AUs so it's hard to say who's extremely true to the show, but maybe these eyes don't cry since it's exploring what the show has given us as Carlos?

13. Which WIP has the best scene setting (in your humble opinion)?

Old West AU most likely. That's one I'm really take my time with the world building on. By the end of you're going to be so sick of hearing about dim bar lightning, crooked streams and blood crusted eyebrows.

14. Which WIP have you worked the hardest on?

Right now, it's probably yesterday's summer love was a warm summer breeze since I made both TK and Carlos' journey in the Parisian Summer AU so detailed. Now I have to keep it going LMAO

Here's what the research folder looks like right now (and I haven't even fully started writing it yet):

15. Which WIP do you have the highest expectations for? Why?

Old West AU because I'm finally writing things I've always wanted to give myself the chance to write. Cowboys, religious imagery, a fully fleshed arc and hey, the smut is kind of just icing on the cake at this point.

16. Do you dream about any of your WIPs?

I actually just had one (as in TODAY) and I dreamed I wrote half a chapter of two of them and just POSTED THEM??

17. Do any of your WIPs have particular complexities that your other fics don't?

I'm hesitant to say other stories won't have these things going forward, come and take a walk on the wild side really does utilize the non-linear storytelling tag and the unreliable narrator tag.

You're not supposed to agree with TK often, but that's the point.

That said, I love an unreliable narrator so I can't say it won't show up again. It just doesn't show up in the other works I'm working on, right now.

18. Which WIP is the funniest or has the most humour?

Either Lone Star Lately or Beauty Lingers Out of Reach. Lone Star Lately is literally a workplace rom-com au that teeters the line of enemies to lovers it's gotta be FILLED with humor.

19. Do any of your WIPs contain outside POVs or a deep dive on a character other than the main ship? How are you finding that process?

Owen's arc is actually the B Plot of the Witness Protection AU! I love a good b-plot (and sometimes even a c-plot) and this one is no different.

Due to being in the Witness Protection program and not being able to be out in the public eye as often as he used to, he can't be a firefighter for the time being. So, now he has to figure out who he is when he's not his job.

20. Tell us one thing we don't know about one or more of your WIPs.

Four of these AUs already have sequels outlined - some are multi-chapter, some are just really long one-shots

I'm actually working on one that's a giant secret and I can't wait to share it with all of you (it's been a blast to write so far)

no pressure tagging: @heartstringsduet, @carlos-in-glasses, @strandnreyes, @reyesstrand, @bonheur-cafe, @freneticfloetry, @rosedavid, @ambiguouspenny, @wandering-night19, @thisbuildinghasfeelings, @lightningboltreader, @paperstorm, @three-drink-amy, @chaotictarlos, @carlos-tk, @sanjuwrites, @birdclowns, @basilsunrise, @cold-blooded-jelly-doughnut, @catanisspicy, @rmd-writes, @kiloskywalker, @whatsintheboxmh, @guardian-angle22 and of course anyone who wants to join in :)

if you're an artist, gifmaker or cross-stitcher, these questions might be better suited for you :)

[jessybarnes]

Title: One Night Only

Pairing: Chase Collins x F!Reader

Word Count: 2k +

Tags: 18+ MDNI, smut, fluff, bedsharing, praise kink, fingering (female receiving), unprotected sex, possible dubcon (Idk if this classifies as that so I'm tagging just in case), pet names, cuddling, biting, marking, nipple play, begging, explicit sexual content, explicit language, and I think that's it.

Written For: @sebastianstanbingo and @kinktober2022

Squares Filled: Bedsharing for Kinktober and Square B5 - One Bed for Sebastian Stan Bingo

Beta(s): T. Thompson and A. DiLorenza

Title Card: Yours Truly

"Well, that's just fucking great!"

You sigh as you look at the soaked floor of your dorm room. It hasn't even been a week since you moved in and things were already going south.

Thankfully, you're able to save your school books and important papers, but almost everything else the water touched is ruined. Your bedframe, the dresser, and the desk, they're all made of wood that is now saturated.

Just as you're about to call your RA, a knock sounds on your door.

"Y/N? Hey, is water leaking into your room too?"

You open it and groan, "unfortunately, yes. I was actually just about to call you, Dee. What are we supposed to do? The rain isn't set to stop for another twelve hours."

She looks around your room briefly before training her eyes back on you. Her eyes look tired like she's been trying to desperately control this uncontrollable situation for hours.

"I've got good news and bad news," she runs a hand through her curly hair. "The good news is that the school is going to have new furniture in all of our rooms by the end of the day tomorrow."

You gaze at her warily. "And the bad news?"

Dee almost winces and you know what she's going to say before she even opens her mouth. You shake your head and take a step back.

"No. Absolutely not. I am not, under any circumstances, sharing a room with Chase."

"Y/N, please...can't you just put aside your differences for one night? Besides, I didn't pick who had to sleep where."

Chase fucking Collins, one of the most arrogant, self-centered people you've ever met, hit on practically any woman with a heartbeat. He'd recently taken a liking to you and you had made it perfectly clear to him that you weren't interested.

That didn't stop him from trying to get in your pants every chance he got, though. Why couldn't he just accept that you just didn't want him? Girls threw themselves at him all the time anyway, so it wasn't like it was hard for him to get laid.

You took a deep breath and let it out slowly. Dee was right, this wasn't her fault.

"Fine," you shrug, "I'll get my things. I've survived the last three weeks of him drooling over me so I sure as hell can survive one more night of it."

An hour later you stand outside Chase's door with the same sour look on your face from earlier. You don't even want to knock. The thought of spending any amount of alone time with him sounds about as fun as laying on a bed of nails.

Maybe you can sleep in the hallway or, come to think of it, who even needs sleep? College is about pulling all-nighters and eating your weight in Ramen, right? Before you can turn and walk away, Chase's door opens, his eyes raking over you like a hungry wolf would when seeing a lamb.

"Well, if it isn't Y/N. Have you finally come over to be my pretty little plaything?"

You roll your eyes and shove past him. "In your dreams, Collins. I'm only here because I have to be."

His eyes follow your figure as you walk to the middle of his room. "And," he shuts his door and leans against it, "may I ask why?"

You huff, "because this place is a fucking dump, and the roof leaks in the girl's dorm area. Now that you've asked your question, I've got one. Where's the other bed?"

He smirks and you swear you see his eyes flicker to a deep onyx. "There's only one, sweetheart. Don't worry though, we can share mine."

Your arms cross over your chest, "you can't be serious. I'm not sleeping with you, Chase. I'm here for one night until they put new furniture in my room. I'll just take the floor."

Chase watches with an amused look on his face as you grab the comforter off of his bed and throw your sweater down as a pillow.

"Suit yourself. Also, I hope you don't mind," he looks directly into your narrowed eyes and grins as he undoes the button on his jeans and slides them down his legs, "I sleep naked."

Your eyes go wide and you look away just as he takes his boxers off. "Whatever. Even if I did mind it's not like it matters."

He doesn't say anything else to you as you lay against his dresser. His room looks like yours only it's tailored to his style. It smells like him and you hate that you like it.

You really, really like it.

You close your eyes and try to ignore the fact that Chase is only a couple of feet away from you laying in his bed. Wearing nothing but one of his stupid, smug smiles on his face. At least, that's how you picture him.

Annoyingly, the floor isn't at all comfortable, but you stick to your guns and try your best to adjust. About forty-five minutes later, you finally fall asleep.

You wake up shivering.

Even with the comforter wrapped around you like a cocoon it still feels like you're in the arctic. You touch the screen on your phone and groan. It's only three in the morning and there's no way you're going to be able to go back to sleep with how cold it is.

"I can hear your teeth chattering all the way over here." Even if you can't see his face, you just know he's smirking.

"Well, if you didn't keep your room so fucking freezing then you wouldn't have to hear them."

"You know, the offer still stands, Y/N. You'll be much warmer if you come up here with me."

As much as you absolutely loathe the thought of giving in, the hard, cold floor isn't doing you any favors. Plus you have a test in the morning and you want to be well rested for it.

"Fine. But no funny business, Collins."

You untangle yourself from the comforter and begrudgingly stand up. Chase lifts the sheets and pats the empty space next to him.

Grabbing one of his extra pillows, you slide in beside him keeping as much distance as possible between the two of you.

"Just stay on your side of the bed and we'll be fine."

He chuckles, "whatever you say, sweetheart."

For a few moments, neither of you says anything. You're facing toward his dresser while he faces you. Even with all of the blankets you still can't get warm. You feel his fingers brush your arm and you jump.

"Jesus, Y/N, you're shivering." He wraps his arm around your torso and pulls you back against him with ease, "come here."

"Chase?! What are you doing?! I said-"

"I know what you said, but we both need to sleep and that's not going to happen if you're shaking like this. Now relax for me, okay?"

"...Okay." You have to admit, he is extremely warm. And you don't exactly hate the way it feels to have his big hand splayed across your bare stomach.

He nuzzles against the back of your neck, his warm breaths tickling your exposed skin. You squeeze your eyes shut and try to ignore the coil of arousal blooming in your core. No, there is no way, no way, you're letting yourself be attracted to Chase and his womanizer reputation.

"I can hear your heart racing, sweetheart." His fingertips play with the hem of your sleep shorts just barely sliding underneath them. "You say you don't want me, but," Chase moves closer and you can feel his arousal pressing against your lower back, "your body tells me a different story."

You gasp, "Chase...I-"

"Shh, let me warm you up, baby."

His fingers slip between your folds and he groans, "oh, princess, you're already so wet." He circles your clit slowly, a moan falling from your lips. "That's it, Y/N."

You tilt your head back to rest on his shoulder, your hips thrusting up to meet the pads of his fingers. Chase begins to trail kisses along the side of your throat, your pulse thrumming wildly against his parted lips.

"Mmm, so pretty, sugar. Let's see if we can warm you up even more." He pushes his middle and ring fingers inside of you making you whimper.

"Oh, God...Chase!"

"That's right baby," he can't help rutting against you, his cock beginning to leak from how you're pushing back into him.

"Please! I- Oh, fuck...I need more."

"More? You mean like this?" He quickens his movements, curling his fingertips upward every so often. It's just enough to graze that specific place that makes you keen with want.

Any amount of protest you had left in your body dissipates as you feel your previous simmer of arousal turn into a full-fledged inferno. Chase's low, sultry voice in your ear makes your body erupt with goosebumps, and you can't help the whine you make when he nips at your earlobe.

"Doing so good for me, sweetheart. Wanna see you cum for me though. Come on, Y/N, you're right there. I can feel how close you are. Show me, baby. Cum all over my fingers."

You fist the sheets as your legs begin to tremble. The heel of his hand rubs your bundle of nerves every time he plunges into your soaked cunt.

"Oh, Chase! Fuck, I-I'm gonna...gonna cum!"

Your orgasm hits you like a freight train, the force of it making your eyes roll back of their own volition. Chase doesn't stop, the overstimulation causes your body to shake with aftershocks.

"Oh, baby... you look so beautiful cumming around my fingers. Such a good girl for me. Think you can do it again around my cock?"

You're panting as he rolls you onto your back. Chase towers over you, his once electric blue eyes now completely black.

"Don't be scared, sweetheart. I won't hurt you." He leans down on his forearms and captures your lips in a predatory kiss. He licks into your mouth, and his tongue tangles with yours, hot and dominant.

"Chase, what ... are you?"

He smirks, "I'm one of the sons of Ipswich, honey." He brings the two fingers that were just buried inside of you between his lips and moans around them. "You taste like heaven, Y/N."

Those same two fingers hover above your wide-eyed gaze briefly before flicking upwards. Immediately your wrists are held above your head and you realize you're unable to move them.

It dawns on you that he used magic to restrain you and, fuck, if that wasn't the hottest fucking thing anyone's ever done to you.

"Please...," you try to reach down and wrap your hand around his erection, but to no avail.

"Someone's eager," he growls and you roll your eyes.

"I swear to fucking god if you don't fuck me right now-"

"I hate to break it to you, sugar, but I'm not the one restrained here." You huff as he chuckles and you aren't sure if it's more condescending or authoritative.

"Chase! I'm not kid-AH!" Before you can finish, he lines himself up and effectively shuts you up with his dick.

"You're so demanding, pretty girl... - oh, fuck - and so damn tight!"

Your wrap your legs around his waist as he starts to move his hips. He's thick, the thickest you've had, and the way his cock nudges your sweet spot makes your toes curl.

"Oh, my fucking god, oh, Chase! Baby, you feel so good!"

He peppers open-mouthed kisses anywhere he can reach as he fucks you slow and deep. "Yeah, princess? Do you like the way I fuck this tight little pussy? I can feel the way your I pulling me in, sweetheart."

Chase cups your breasts and leans down to roll his tongue over one of your nipples. His name is a cry of pleasure from your lips as you arch into his touch, the familiar heat from before rekindling low in your belly.

He kisses you again, his teeth sinking deliciously into your lower lip. It's filthy, almost as if he's claiming you as he continues to mark your skin.

"You're so fuckin' hot, baby. These beautiful tits, this perfect little pussy, and those aren't even the best parts of you. God, you're a dream, Y/N."

"Chase, please!"

He brushes the pad of his thumb over your kiss-swollen bottom lip, "I got you, sugar. I'll give you what you need."

Chase lifts one of your legs onto his shoulder and both of you groan, the new angle making his cock go impossibly deeper.

He fucks you at a punishing pace, hard and precise as the flared head of his dick hits your spot on every thrust.

You can't get enough of him. His coal-black eyes stare down at you, his skin glistens with beads of sweat, and little grunts and moans fall from his smooth, parted lips. It lights an eternal flame inside you, and you know you're a goner for him.

"Oh, god... oh, god, I'm gonna cum again. Chase, I'm gonna cum!"

He draws circles around your clit that match perfectly in time with his thrusts, his eyes shut tight now that you're beginning to clench around him.

"C'mon, Princess...do it. Cum on my cock, Y/N. Fuck, baby, you're gonna make me cum. Yeah, that's it...just like that! Oh, oh, FUCK!"

Chase stills inside of you just as you come undone for him a second time. Both of you are panting as he lets go of your leg and buries his face in the crook of your neck.

You lay there for a few moments, just breathing together until he finally looks at you again. His eyes are back to the beautiful blue that you're used to and you smile as he cups your cheek.

"You can move your hands, honey. They're not restrained anymore."

"Thanks," you grin and wrap them around his neck.

He kisses you sweetly and pulls out of you gently.

"I'm glad you're warm now, sweetheart."

[slutforsilverfoxes]

Bête Noire (Part II)

Part I

Credit to https://ncis-world.livejournal.com/26564.html for portions of the script!

“Sir, when Hamas leaders start blowing themselves up, I'll consider it.” Gibbs concluded his meeting with the director gruffly, bounding down the stairs and toward his desk, mind playing around with theories about the terrorist downstairs in the autopsy freezer. He plucked your note off his computer screen, smile blooming across his face just as you had intended. Taking a seat, he popped the lid of his coffee off and gratefully took a sip, feeling the caffeine working to rejuvenate his body.

Whistling to get Tony’s attention, Gibbs asked, “Is Y/N still here?”

“She went to drop something off to Ducky but hasn’t come back up, Boss. I guess she went straight back to work from there. What does ‘Dub’ stand for?”

“Stands for ‘Get your ass back to work’, DiNozzo,” Gibbs growled in response, frowning down at his watch. Your break shouldn’t have ended yet, so why weren’t you back upstairs with him? He loved stealing these little moments in the middle of the day, enjoying the way you spoke so passionately about your cases and patients. You always told him that he was a hero, but he thought you were the real hero, the one out there performing difficult surgeries and saving animals’ lives and keeping families whole.

Gibbs was pulled out of his thoughts by a black blur anxiously pacing back and forth on the bridge, so he headed upstairs to investigate. “Abby?”

“Yes?”

“What are you doing?”

She sighed heavily, looking down at the floor as she mumbled, “I was having an internal debate.”

“Hm. Who’s winning?” Gibbs couldn’t help but grin, loving her unique quirkiness and how it often reminded him of you.

“I’m not sure,” she shrugged. “Oh, hell, the phobic side.”

“Still can’t enter Autopsy?” he asked softly, sensitive to her fear after you had ordered him to never pressure her into taking the elevator down to that floor.

“No.”

Deciding it was better to move on from that topic for now, he changed the subject. “Did you find any tag traces of explosives on the terrorist's clothes?”

“Ducky took everything back before I had a chance to test it,” she explained.

“What?” Gibbs barked, exasperated. There was a potential terrorist cell on US soil and they were wasting precious time.

“Don't look at me,” Abby responded, throwing her hands up. “He wouldn't say why. He just wanted everything back, including the blood.”

Gibbs narrowed his eyes, curious. “Including the blood?”

“Yeah, it’s a bit weird,” she conceded. “There's no way to do a blood test in Autopsy.”

“Gerald pick it up?”

Abby shook her head. “Gerald called in sick today. Ducky just wanted me down there stat.”

“Stat?” Gibbs’ heart rate started to pick up, and he motioned for Abby to follow as he went back downstairs to the main bullpen.

“Yeah,” she started, almost running to keep up with his long strides, “and I wouldn't go, so Y/N took it down.”

His heart dropped, and the pounding of blood in his ears drowned out the regular humdrum of the bullpen. “Tony,” he snapped, “get Autopsy on the plasma.”

Tony sat up with a start, fumbling for the TV remote. “Huh?”

“Autopsy. TV. Now!” Gibbs barked. “Why would Ducky say stat?”

“Because he's a doctor, and because stat means fast, and...” Abby trailed off as she put the pieces together, Gibbs’ voice joining her to conclude, “…medical emergency.”

“But what is a medical emergency in autopsy?” he asked aloud to no one in particular.

“All I’m getting is snow,” Tony grimaced, and the team leader’s heart sank again.

___

The assailant collected the box from its spot on the floor where you had dropped it when the bullet entered your arm. Pressing his gun into the small of your back, he guided you inside the autopsy suite where he promptly patted you down before instructing you to sit on one of the tables. You chewed on the inside of your cheek, willing yourself to stay quiet and not give this bastard any information to use against you or your husband’s team. Gibbs would soon put the pieces together and fix this mess. All you needed was to buy him time.

___

“Punch up autopsy receiving and stairwell cameras, then the building floor plans.”

“On it, Boss,” Tony nodded, now all business.

Gibbs took out his cell and angrily pressed several buttons before lifting the device to his ear. “Gibbs for Director. Abby-” he turned to his right to speak directly to her. “Ducky sound funny?”

“Kinda tense,” she recalled, “like when a test result isn't what he expected.”

Nodding grimly, he returned to his phone call. “Director. We may have intruders in autopsy. Possible hostage situation.”

“Ah, we got an ambulance outside of autopsy receiving, Boss,” Tony piped up, pointing to one of the camera views.

Nodding in acknowledgment, Gibbs held his index finger up to indicate for Tony to hold on that information. “Yes, sir. I think we should alert HRT and open a command center in MTAC. Aye, sir.”

Hanging up and turning to Tony, he requested to see the floor plan again, then ordered the younger agent to call the hospital where you worked and see if you had returned. Your husband called your phone, leaving a voicemail imploring you to please call back.

Realizing that staring at the phone and willing it to ring was a fruitless endeavor, Gibbs turned his attention to his plan, mapping out where he wanted to position agents: two in receiving, two in the elevator. The team coordinated their walkie-talkies to the same channel before Gibbs returned to the floor plans on the screen and picked up the remote from the table.

“DiNozzo?” Gibbs looked to his subordinate, desperate for Tony to hang up the phone and report that yes, you were fine, your break was over, and you were simply back to work so you couldn’t check your cell.

Tony slowly shook his head, mouth pulled into a tight line, and Gibbs felt his heart drop into his stomach for the third time that day. “Get Ducky on the phone,” he instructed Kate.

It took several rings, but Ducky’s voice finally floated through the speakerphone in greeting. They exchanged pleasantries under the guise of a normal work day before Gibbs got to the heart of the call. “Why’d you need all the evidence back, Duck?” he asked, looking skeptically at the other members of his team crowded around the phone.

“Well, Jethro, seeing as it necessitates shutting the entirety of the autopsy suite off to the rest of the building, I wanted to be doubly sure we’re dealing with a true infectious case. I'll call back with the results soon,” he said hurriedly, followed by the distinct click of the receiver.

“Son of a bitch!” Gibbs roared, readying his fist to punch a hole in the nearest wall but pulling back at the last second, thinking it best not to destroy government property before HRT came in.

“Gibbs?” Kate asked softly, unsure of what exactly had just transpired and alarmed by his outburst. “What’s going on?” She and Tony had missed the nuanced tone of Ducky emphasizing the first syllable of “doubly.”

“That bastard has my wife, too.”

Gibbs took a deep breath to center himself. You were in danger, and he needed to keep a clear head to get you back safe in his arms, where you belonged, where he could protect you from the evils of the world. “Abs, how do I rotate this thing?” he asked, inclining his head toward the floor plans.

“Just tell me what you need,” she responded, taking the remote from his hand and giving him a reassuring squeeze.

“Your lab and autopsy,” he instructed. “All entrances and exits. Give me 360.” She began rotating the plans and he got closer to the screen, squinting at it. “Keep going, keep going, keep going, go, go, go - stop, right there. What's this right here?” He pointed to a structure along the wall of her lab.

Abby supplied, “My gas chromatograph.”

“Can it be moved?”

“Yeah,” she nodded. She would heave it aside herself if it meant getting some information, guilt eating away at her for sending you down there.

“Do it,” he ordered, snapping her out of her guilt trip. “Then I need a drill and a flexible video probe.”

___

“Who are you?” the man holding you hostage demanded yet again. You stared him down, defiant, refusing to dignify him with a response. “A Special Agent?” he questioned, tapping the muzzle of the gun against your cheek. You flinched inadvertently at the cold metal and the power it held, making him grin.

“Did you shoot Qasam?” He sneered in your face. “Did you put that double tap in his heart?” Your heart skipped a beat. You only knew one man with the skill and precision to shoot someone in the heart-twice. Seeing a flicker of recognition flit across your features, he pressed the gun against your thigh.

Then he pulled the trigger.

“Fuck!” you cried out, clutching your leg and willing yourself to not pass out from the pain.

“She didn’t shoot him!” Ducky screamed, jumping to your aid. He whispered soothing words to you as he put pressure on the wound, and you squeezed your eyes shut, a few tears leaking past the tight barrier of your lids.

“Who did?” the man asked coldly, nonchalantly, as if he himself hadn’t just shot a human twice in the span of ten minutes.

Voice dripping with hatred, Ducky reluctantly supplied, “Special Agent Gibbs.”

___

“We’ve got audio and visual!” Kate announced, turning up the volume on the plasma screen.

“That name rings a bell, Dr. Mallard,” the terrorist on screen mused, pacing in front of you. “But it still doesn’t tell me who you are, Miss…?”

“It’s Doctor, actually,” you corrected through gritted teeth, unwilling and frankly unable to provide more information in your current state. You found yourself in awe, yet again, of how your husband dealt with similar wounds so casually on the job. The mere thought of him brought a sense of calmness over you, and you resolved that you would get out of this alive if only to see that gorgeous smile and kiss him one last time.

“Doctor…?”

Resisting the urge to roll your eyes at his insistence to know your name, you answered simply, “Gibbs.” Jethro had wanted you to keep your maiden name when you got married since it was written on your doctorate, but you wouldn’t listen. It was your simple way of proving to him that he would not be a four-time divorcée.

The young man’s eyes lit up, and he descended upon you with a wolfish grin. “You’re Gibbs’ daughter?”

“I’m his wife, you ageist fuck,” you snapped back, eyes flashing with defiance.

Despite the severity of the situation and the way his heart clenched at the sight of your wounds, Gibbs couldn’t help the grin that spread across his face as he watched your grainy visage pull into a snarl. “That’s my girl,” he mumbled to himself, proud of you for not succumbing to fear in the face of danger.

“Tony, zoom in,” Gibbs requested, the camera getting a clear shot of the assailant’s face seconds before a gunshot rang out and the screen went blank again. “Guess he knows we're onto him.”

Part III

[matchbookarmy]

Okay, I'm back. Sorry I needed a bit of a break from things. Just from everything. Not this blog but everything in [gestures vaguely] life.

As some of you know, my phone broke back over the summer and I lost all of my open tabs and where I was on my journey. That definitely was a setback and I didn't know how I wanted to handle it.

But now that I've had time to think about it, I've decided to.... restart my journey.

Lol.

Now I know you probably think I'm insane, but here are my reasons. When I first started reading I was only reading MCU based fic because I thought you had to choose a fandom on AO3. It wasn't for a while before I figured out I could just click on the ship's tag and see everything. So I was severely lacking in 616 fic. Also I didn't read everything when I started. I tended to skip AUs, a lot of the more kinky stuff. As I read more I opened myself up to a lot more types of fics.

And then finally my last reason is I want to change the way I interact with fic and fandom. I want to comment more and read WIPs and I dunno. I want to share and spread my enthusiasm. I also want to pull back in some ways, *except* on this blog. I want to get to know you and gush with you all about these two guys we love so much and all the creativity that gets poured into this fandom and this ship and these characters, the blood the sweat and the tears of it all.

So feel free to message me about anything. I try to be good about answering requests, though, I don't always have a fic that perfectly matches what you want.

I was thinking there's the findingstony blog that finds specific fic that you know exists, but maybe this would be a good place for people to submit things that they are looking for that they haven't already found. Like more general requests of tropes or plots that you want to read. Again I'll do my best to match you with something, but I'll also put them out to my followers (I don't have a ton but we'll see what the community can do).

Anyway, I'd like this to be a community to talk about all these things we love. I know I still have 2-3 unanswered asks, and I haven't forgotten them. For the person who asked for heartwrenching angst with or without a happy ending, I'm trying to decide if I want to rec you the most heart-shattering fic I have ever read. 🤔🤔🤔 (Are you open to Tony being evil?)

Anyway, does this restart mean that I may never get to some truly amazing fics at the end of the alphabet? Almost certainly. There are over 55k Stony fics on AO3. The first time I did this was a ship that had about 500 fics. I read them all in a couple months. I'm not going to complain about having too much good stuff.

But you can feel free to send in your own recs as well. Again, I'd love this to be a community, and a conversation.

Okay, well... I'm off to read. A couple of notes.

I will attempt to read every fic. There will be some that I do not finish. It might just be that it's not to my personal taste.

When I say everything, I do mean *everything*, which means that I may rec some fics that have content that you don't like. I will tag my posts accordingly. I'm not here to debate the ethics of fictional depictions of fictional characters in a fictional relationship with anyone.

I'm going to post as I go through. It's just easier for me that way. Also this way you can literally see my journey, lol. Posts will be scheduled for Saturdays, one post per week, unless my drafts start to get really full, in which case I'll bump it up to two posts per week.

Sometimes I may open a fic and save it in an open tag if I'm not in the right headspace for it, or if I want to read it but I'm not connecting with it at the moment. Or, if it's a really long fic, sometimes I'll intersperse other shorter fics in between chapters. So just because I skip a fic doesn't mean I didn't like it, or I thought it was bad.

Though I will give everything a shot, in general, kid fic is just not my thing, so you're unlikely to see many recs with that topic. But feel free to send in your own fic recs if there's something you really love. I'm sure others would love it as well.

I also generally tend to be not a fan of kink involving bodily fluids other than spit, sweat and semen, but I will give them a chance. Just don't expect a lot of recs for those. Also I'm not really a fan of age play. It's just not my thing.

The only hard pass for me is anything that tries to villainize Steve for MCU Civil War. That's a hard no for me.

Okay, I accidentally added a poll and it won't let me delete it, so....

Lmao - that was supposed to say goodness not goddess. 🙃🙃🙃 This is why I don't do polls. I am far too much of a mess to handle this kind of responsibility.

[freerangeranger]

Hey. Sending this to you on here instead of by text because the Union can technically access texts made during work hours, and this is none of their business.

I’m sorry I got so defensive about the donphan feeding thing. People are often super judgey about mightyena, and I definitely get my back up if I feel like someone is trying to villainize them for displaying natural behaviours. I got distracted by my emotional reaction and ended up missing the actual criticism you were giving me. I still think it’s important to post about how mightyena hunt and scavenge, but I’ll try to make it clearer that these posts are intended as informational, and that these behaviours are enrichment (or rehabilitation, in Macaroon’s case), and should be treated as a way to show respect for the life and death cycle that sustains these ecosystems and not done for sport or amusement. I’ll also tag them with ‘cw prey drive enrichment’ so that they’re easy to avoid.

I’m also sorry about flying completely off the handle when you implied I was being disrespectful. I’m pretty consistently read that way, and it’s a bit of a soft spot for me. I grew up in a tree and spent more time with bugs than I did with humans, so I’m really bad at behaving politely. I often get read as this uncaring jackass, which really bothers me because I care A LOT. I still shouldn’t have let myself react so strongly, but just so you know I do respect that donphan, and I respect you, and I respect all the moving parts that keep our little world together.

The rest of it I really have no explanation for. I was reactive, and flippant, and just a total immature jerk. I obviously still need to work on some emotional regulation techniques or something. You’re a good ranger, and I hope you’ll be able to put up with me at least long enough to go get that Gonzap lady. Seems like you’re probably the best ally I could ask for in that fight.

Cheers,

-@paldean-ranger-brandy

stop being reasonable and civil i want to stay mad at you.

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FINE I admit that I did not handle that like an adult either. Victoria and I are not friends by any means and I have major issues with her as a person - maybe this is a conflict of interests but i kind of want her arrested as much as I want to save the phanphy...

I agree with the sentiment of wasted potential even in death bc that is the natural order of things but... it bothers me that a creature has to be useful even in death. Idk im just sentimental like that. Feeding Pokemon meat or carcasses as enrichment isn't wrong either. I would be a hypocrite if i said that cause all of my bug types are carnivores.

I don't think you are disrespectful to the people and pokemon that matter - and I don't think you were lying that you care deeply about your region and the forest you work in. I'm experiencing a lil bit of culture shock if im being honest. People here are much... looser with their manners than I was expecting.

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I think you are an excellent ranger who can do a lot for good. I'll do the best I can to help you complete the mission.

Sorry.