#ofc i'm looking forward to book 2

[bluberimufim]

Guys, I think I'm in the final 2-ish chapters of DoS and I'm actually so scared

(ig this warrants a taglist: @little-mouse-gardens @wildswrites @cheeto-flavoured-pasta @fleurtygurl @joswriting)

[zepskies]

OMG I KEED A PART 2 TO SAM HAVING A CRUSH ON DEANS GF

Like idk maybe say Sam didn't listen to Dean and tried making a move on reader? Like ofc he wouldn't ever do that *I don't think* but in this hypothetical scenerio it happens

Hey hun!

Oooof, that's hard. You guys really like this angsty love triangle stuff, huh? 😂 I genuinely think Sam would rather saw off his own hand than hurt Dean that way. But this is like, the only thing I could think of on this one. 😅

See this imagine for context: You are Dean's one exception.

Pairing: Dean W. x Reader, one-sided Sam W. x Reader Word Count: 1,100

Imagine: Sam crosses the line.

Goddamn witches.

That's the last coherent thought Sam has, before his mind is no longer completely his to control.

Well, it's still his mind. His body. But the careful door in his mind and in his heart, reinforced with steel and chained shut with titanium, combo-coded, locked and loaded, now has broken hinges.

Thoughts he hasn't allowed himself to think for months are pried open, with a sick kind of enjoyment in pain.

You're his brother's girl. Sam can't help but love you. He wants you. And now, he might be able to have you.

The witch is dead, but the spell she just hit Sam with remains. He's not dead, so that's a plus.

"Are you okay?" you ask him, slightly breathless. You're the closest to where he's sprawled on the ground, so you go to him. You touch his arm, and he can't help but clamp down on your hand. He looks at you with the thinly veiled eyes of a hunter as he smiles. Because your concern reaches the deepest parts of him.

"I'm fine," he says.

But Dean reads the hunger in his brother's eyes. He's subtle in the way he grasps your shoulder and Sam's (noticeably tighter).

"But what happened? How do you feel?" you ask, trying to take stock of what you're all dealing with here.

"I uh...feel fine, actually," Sam says. He rolls his shoulders. His gaze focuses on you. Dean holds him back from getting off the ground.

"Get the book. See if there's a way to fix this," Dean tells you without taking his eyes off Sam.

Sam tilts his head at Dean, the beginning of an angry frown on his lip as you rush away to find the witch's spell book.

"What's the matter, Dean?" Sam asks. He doesn't bother to lower his voice. (He literally doesn't have a filter anymore.) "Afraid of what might happen when she actually has the chance to choose?"

Dean's lips purse as his eyes darken. "This isn't you. And when you wake up from this, you're either gonna hate yourself for even thinkin' what you're thinkin', or you're gonna have one hell of a headache."

Sam stares back incredulously. He scoffs. "What're you gonna do, kill me?" They both know that's not happening.

But that's also when Dean knocks him the hell out.

When Sam wakes, it's to you stuffing tissues in his bloody nose. He groans a bit. He looks at you and still wants. But when he looks down at himself, he's in the bunker, handcuffed to the war room table.

You look worried for him as you go back to your side of the table with the book. Dean is oddly nowhere in sight. Sam thought he'd be watching you (and Sam) like a hawk.

"Dean'll be back in a sec. He's trying to get ahold of Rowena," you supply. "But how're you feeling? What's the spell doing to you exactly?"

Sam rolls the kinks out of his neck and removes the tissues, even though his entire face radiates with pain. His brother once promised to break his nose, and he did just that.

"Basically? I think it took away my inhibitions," he replies. More like threw them in a blender and put his deepest, headiest desires into overdrive.

You frown. "Like a really bad bender, or a truth serum kind of thing? But why would he punch you out for that?"

Your gears are turning rapidly, weighing out all the options. You always were smart. Sam leans forward slowly. Noting your thread of wariness, his face softens. He doesn't want to scare you...

He sighs. "Listen...there's something I've been wanting to tell you for a while now."

He reaches out a hand. You're looking at him in frozen surprise. His curled fingers brush your cheek. He leans in toward your face.

But you flinch and pull away.

"What the hell are you doing?" you ask.

Sam should've known, but it still hurts him. His jaw clenches. The spell takes away his self-preservation, however.

Just as he might've tried with words to finally confess the depths of his heart, the door creaks open.

The sound of Dean's heavy boots approaching makes him flinch. But Sam looks over with an unrepentant stare.

Dean glances at Rowena, nostrils flaring. "Fix him." He gestures at Sam before he joins you on your side of the table, resting a protective hand on your back.

Rowena shoots him a droll look. "Only because you asked so nicely."

"I don't need fixing!" Sam argues, glaring at Dean. His voice echoes on the bunker's walls. "You're just afraid of what happens if she knows the truth!"

Your eyes widen further. You look from Sam, to your boyfriend. Dean's jaw is clenched tight.

"Okay, what the fuck is going on?!" you ask in earnest. Dean meets your gaze for a moment, his face tense. His reluctant eyes communicate to you things you never knew. Things that clog emotion in your throat. Dean turns back to Sam.

"Don't do this, Sammy. It don't end well for you," Dean says.

"Like hell," Sam retorts.

"Okay, sleep now, dear," Rowena says. And with a wave of her hand and a haze of violet, Sam's world once again blackens.

When he next wakes, he's in his own bed. Not restrained. He indeed has a massive headache, and it's hard to breathe through his still broken nose. He groans and turns, and his brother is there.

When the overwhelming guilt sets in, Sam knows he's himself again, with all the careful walls around his heart put back in place. Rowena must've broken the spell when he was unconscious. Dean can see the truth in Sam's eyes.

"There he is," Dean remarks dryly. "Our giant Jekyll and Hyde."

Sam inhales deeply. "Dean..." I'm sorry doesn't quite cut it.

"She knows," Dean says, after a moment. "Obviously."

Sam nods, swallowing past a lump in his throat. He hesitates to ask the next burning question, because part of him knows the answer.

"It doesn't change anything."

Sam's head turns at the sound of your voice. You stand in the doorway, with your arms crossed despite the disheartened look on your face. Your eyes meet his, steady and sad, but firm.

"I know," Sam says, with a small, self-deprecating smile. "I'm sorry...for all this."

"It's not your fault," you reply. Spell or no spell, the way he feels is not his fault.

You step into the bedroom and go to Sam's bedside, laying a hand on Dean's shoulder. That hand smoothes up his neck, and your fingers briefly thread into his hair. Another silent conversation passes between you and Dean, the way only lovers that close can accomplish.

After a beat, Dean nods and gets up out of his chair. He thumbs at your cheek; it's both an answer to your unspoken request and an endearment. Then he pats Sam's shoulder before he leaves you and Sam alone in the room.

Trust. That's what that is. Dean trusts you, and now that the spell has worn off, he trusts Sam again.

Sam meets your gaze. As awful as he feels, he still loves you. He knows you know by the way your gaze meets his.

All he wants to do is touch you.

To apologize, and to touch you.

He hates himself.

You shake your head. "I love you, Sam. As my friend. My brother."

"I know," he nods. "I'm sorry."

"You don't have to be sorry," you reply. "You just have to respect that."

"'Course, I do," Sam nods again. You would've never known, if not for the damn spell.

You surprise him by taking his hand. Yours is soft and warm and kind.

Always kind...

But never truly his to hold.

AN: GAH! The Angst. You could bottle it. 😩

Want to know what that conversation was like between Dean and the reader after she "found out?"

Read It Here: You and Dean talk about Sam's feelings.

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[otomiyaa]

Catching up (Tag Game)

Ive been a bit on and off and felt like making a tag game so here's one to catch up on each other's interests and hyperfixations! Answer the 10 questions and tag 5 people. No pressure ofc!

@fluffandgiggles @ppystkposts @crazy-as-a-jaybird @blobbirobbi @kusuguricafe + everyone who wants to join! **edit + everyone who received a notification from when I tried to tag 10+ people and the tumblr post broke 😂

❤️ Newest obsessions: Dungeon Meshi, probably has been clear.. and capybaras. Taylor Swift not very new but refueled obsession since seeing the eras tour concert!

🎥 Last 3 movies I watched and what I thought of them:

Inside Out 2 - CRYING SOBBING LOVING IT SO MUCH

The Parent Trap 1998 rewatch - Still golden fav, one of my guiltiest pleasures

Sous la Seine / Under Paris - Love a good shark movie but thought this was mediocre smh. the ending was cool tho hahaha

🎶 3 songs I discovered recently and love:

Peggy - FEMININE RAGE

Spencer Sutherland - Alive

HOYO-MIX - Interstellar Journey

💘 Newest fav ships: Falin x Marcille , Chilchuck x Senshi, and Laios x Kabru all from Dungeon Meshi!!!

📺 Currently watching: The Apothecary Diaries, Wind Breaker, House of the Dragon, Pokemon Johto Journeys (rewatch), FMA Brotherhood (rewatch), Mushoku Tensei S2 (might drop it)

📖 Currently reading: Dungeon Meshi manga, Define the Relationship manhwa, XXX Buddy manhwa (both manhwas on hold but I'll continue reading soon!)

🎮 Currently Playing: Fortnite, Minecraft, Genshin Impact (haven't played since Cyno story quest tho), Zelda Tears of the Kingdom (on hold), Yakuza 0, Zelda Skyward Sword, Hogwarts Legacy, note: I kinda dropped all mobile games but I'm really considering starting love & deepspace again hmmm.

😍 Currently looking forward to: New Fortnite update, Genshin Natlan update (even though I have to catch up on the previous ones lol), the new Deadpool movie, Blue Lock movie (seeing it this week!)

✅ Recently finished: Kaiju No. 8 (anime), other than that no books, manga, games or shows. All still in progress lol.

💌 Something to Share: I'm glad to see people are enjoying the x reader drabbles and I'm motivated to work on them faster when I can! Thanks everyone for your patience.. T-T

[aluria-sevhex]

so now i'm in Act 3 i guess

notes:

-methinks Siffrin is panicking

-plot twist: you can't escape the time loop until you deal with your... ???

-no you little bitch don't pretend everything's fine that's not good for your mental health

-YOU *KNEW* THIS WOULD HAPPEN??? FUCK YOU LOOP

-i'm not giving up you little shit

-ok Loop what IS your deal. you *asked* to be here???

-ok i need to help Mira with her mysterious papers

-:O A HINT AT ODILE'S FIELD OF STUDY

-the music is more unnerving than it was in Act 2. also it sounds glitchy now

-oh it's normal now. was i just suffering from an actual audio glitch and just. didn't question it? like "oh yeah ofc it's glitching things are fucked now"

-...that enemy didn't spawn down here in Act 2.

-eh ima get off for the night

-late in the evening on July 4th and i am back yippee this is probably a bad idea considering how long my play sessions get

-YEAH THE TITLE MUSIC MY BELOVED

-ok i can't help Bonnie on this loop- HOLD UP. DID SIF'S ART CHANGE IN THE MENUS? YEAH HE'S NOT SMUG ANYMORE ToT also i think their profile used to say "It's you!" with an exclamation point but now it says "It's you." with a period :(

-rip my darling blorbo Paper α V

-side note: idk if i've mentionwd this before but i like how the levels, stats, and skills all show the fact that you're near the end of the journey (ex. Odile having Rock, Paper, and Scissors III at the start)

-I FOUND THE BOOK BONNIE WAS LOOKING AT.

hmmm... death rituals...

-hehe i found the stostorage roomoom

-NONE OF THESE BARRELS WILL LEMME TAKE THE NUTS >:(

-another book in the headache-inducing language i can't read.

-weird shit going on: Siffrin, Loop, the King, the disappearing island, the headache-inducing shit

-hehehe yeah Isa i'm sure you'd *love* to pet your taciturn hopeful-future-partner

-it's not just the menu art i think Siffrin's battle art is also less happy. :(

-HOLD UP. also! Siffrin's profile used to call them the Traveler but now he's called the Wanderer. :(

-hehe. Sif hit the counter and said nya again. cat Sif

-this enemy ALSO did not spawn on this floor before. fucking giant hand thing

-ok thinking: can't help Isa until i've helped everybody else in one loop, can't help Bonnie on this loop and i need to prove i know them via their favorite foods, need to help Mira and Odile...

-thank you Loop for being available- OH I CAN BRING UP THE SADNESSES BEING DIFFERENT :O

-ok need to help Mira with the papers. some are in her dorm. Odile wants to read a familytale. i'll have to find one in the library or secret library. need to find out Bonnie's favorite foods by trying different ones. maybe i should loop forward a bunch to different areas, find out their favorite foods, and THEN do the big loop where i help everybody!

-i need to talk to the King eventually

-looping forward to Floor 1's end

-fun fact i'm keeping track of all my causes of death in another note. i'll share it when i finish the game

-man i also need to figure out how to help Mira's fan and remember where the last book issue is...

-the looping screen art is nice :]

-yeah yeah i need to beat this asshole to get to the snacks

-hold up. the coin fell on heads this time. strange...

-last time i picked plantain chips. this time i'm picking cookies. would probably be good to check what Bonnie eats each time

-ok they like rice. time to loop forward!

-while i'm on Floor 2 i might as well find a familytale for Odile...

-LOOP 24? THE MATH DOES NOT CHECK OUT.

-WAIT THE GAME ACKNOWLEDGES IT. HUH. YEAH I SHOULD BE ON 23. SIFFRIN IS SUS 𐐘

-fuck. i accidentally moved forwards when i meant to go to the library. it's fine i'l help her when i help everybody

-oh great i have to fight these assholes again.

-fuck. i think i fucked up and didn't make sure Mira had Pretty Moving Cure. i might get a game over.

-this is by far my dumbest death

-LOOP 27??? I WENT FROM 24-27

-gonna try to be less liberal with loop usage because the skipping is kinda scaring me

-aw... Siffrin's friends try not to touch him as they squeeze through that's nice... wait. he seems to not be remembering why. did he forget that they don't like being touched... maybe. maybe i should call Loop.

-well that was unhelpful

-time to adjust the memories i have equipped. welcome back my lovely scrimbly blorbos Lovely Moving Cure and Paper α V

-hm. ok so the boulanger in Dormont has a familytale...

-oh my god we're discussing colors. what happened to them.

-THEY STILL EXIST. BUT WE FORGOT HOW TO SEE THEM. ???

-*SIFFRIN*. HOW IS THIS FAMILIAR. JFC YOU ARE SUS

-plot twist! Siffrin is from our world and forgor that he got isekai'd! :P (i love making random bullshit predictions it's very entertaining)

-oh yeah so RE: Siffrin's altered art: Sif's time-frozen portrait used to look panicked but now it looks calm

-hehe openphrase123 worked

-love Sif's habit of picking up random shiny shit. magpie or crow behavior.

-oh? Siffrin didn't always hate croissants?

...bruh.

-also damn shout-out to Mira's crisis over not knowing some of the people

-the combination of Siffrin's silly attack names and serious battle portraits feels so *wrong*

-:o Sif learned a new skill

-ok i'm gonna log off for the night

hey if you wanna read all of my posts as i play through ISAT, they are all tagged as #Aluria plays ISAT for the first time (please don't spoil)

bruh when i was making this post i accidentslly pasted the notes again there instead of pasting the tag name. that truly was. delightful. to go through and delete it all

also shout-out to those of you who i keep seeing popping up in my notifs liking these posts ;) and also anybody who takes the time to read all this stuff :D i know that *i* like seeing other people's reactions when they experience stuff i like for the first time so i'm very happy to provide that for others! also it's nice to see some of the responses ^-^ :D

[calibabii21]

| lunch pt. 2 | billie e.

pairing: billie eilish x songwriter fem!reader

genre: suggestive

warning(s): mm..kissing? near anxiety attack, obvious flirting- no abuse of power.

a/n: y'all petitioned for a pt 2 (and I was itching to write one) so here we aaarrreee~ not proofread ofc

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"girl, if you post on your story one more tiiime." Billie's head falls back against the couch with it a genuine laugh, "you do this with each session we have."

your nose scrunches up, "shut up. I can't help that I'm excited for this." you flash her your freshly manicured middle finger for emphasis on your attitude.

"keep playing and that finger's gonna be up my ass." there's a brief pause before you both bust out laughing, "WAIT– I meant YOUR ass– nooo wait- listen."

but you're on the floor doubling over, clutching your stomach. "that's what you get dumbass." your giggles and chuckles slowly die down as you rest on the floor.

"whatever man." she smacks her teeth but looks down at you with a soft smile, "it's your turn. get your pretty ass up here."

you sit across from her picking up your mic and place the studio headphones over your head, only leaving your right ear uncovered. "we starting at the chorus or the second verse?"

Billie leans forward and presses the record button, "let's hit your verse, beautiful." her cheeky grin is detected without you even having to look up at her.

you give her the nod and thumbs up as you take a swig of water and do a few more last minute vocal warm ups. "ready when you are." your head begins bobbing to the groove of the bass heavy track.

I’ve always been an “I like who I like” type of person. I despiiiise all the labels, so much added pressure such unnecessary conflict put me in a box- no need to confine me

the last couple hours of studio time pass before you're even aware. "I dig that. I really do." you bite your lip to contain your grin, "I just..can't believe this is really happening."

before she can interject and question you, you continue speaking. "I mean, I know my words are powerful and all- but I never expected it to happen this soon. I still record in my room for Christ's sake!"

you lean against the mixing console, "Willow is next." you can't even hide your smile anymore.

"I can't tell if I should be jealous of your excitement or the fact that I also want a Willow collab." she looks at you half joking, half serious, "but I'm excited for you. you've worked hard in that bedroom of yours."

you share a baby laugh as she gives your thigh a poke.

there's a few seconds of silence before she sighs and slides over in her chair to sit right in front of you, "okay. I've been stalling to ask this, but..do you want to go to a party tonight?"

not sure if you wore it on your face, but she's quick to follow up. "it's nothing too big, by the way- just a few of my friends, a pool, good food..me." you were going to decline, until she said that.

"I'm just not.. really a party person?" you can feel yourself growing anxious at the thought of having to fit in with thee Billie Eilish's friends. you weren't very outgoing, and damn sure not experienced.

what if they play truth or dare or something??

you're silent and your breathing hasn't changed to indicate a rise in panic, but you feel her place a hand on you to ground you. "hey, you don't have to do anything you don't feel comfortable doing. you can bring you a book if you want haha."

you half smile, "that's sweet of you." your pinkies lock as she initiates a more intimate level of affection. "I'm starting to think you only called me here to seduce me."

there's a half playful, half serious look on her face as she shrugs, "is it working?" but you say nothing despite her hands now firmly resting on your waist– pulse kicking.

"we are so doing this out of order."

your eyes flicker from her lips to her eyes, a cute smirk forming when feel her fingers daringly dig into your ass, "should I report this?" her nose jokingly scrunches against yours, "only if you don't want it."

but you're already meeting her halfway. back arched, fingers combing through her dark locks..lips locked.

your first kiss. shared with the one and only Billie Eilish. a woman you've unknowingly had your eyes on for so long.

the way she naturally leads the kiss– the feeling of her tongue connecting with yours has your hips gyrating in an attempt to feel the slightest bit of pressure where you need it most.

an alarm blaring pulls you out of your impromptu makeout session and back to reality.

"shoot, I forgot I have a..thing." you make up a lame excuse, too embarrassed to tell her you have a date with the ticketing queue for one of your favorite groups.

you gather your things and lean over, giving her a slow, deep kiss– hoping you did it right, before pulling away and looking dead into her eyes, "I'll see you Friday."

placing a peck on her cheek, you dash out of the studio. as you get into your car you feel your phone vibrate with a text.

bills: I don't think I can wait that long😩

[iamavillainandtodayismydayoff]

Part 2 of my Saezuru re-watch feels because I have too many favorite scenes~

[Spoilers? for people who didn't watch the movie]

YASHIRO!!! YOU ARE BEAUTIFUL!!!😔

THIS SCENE JUST 😭😭😭

The kiss🥺😭

Seriously Kageyama i do like you BUT YOU DUMBASS!!! [I am glad Kage has his own happy ending and now I am hoping the same from Yashiro and Doumeki although idk how accurate it would be to even call it a "Happy" ending, but something resembling happiness at least?]

Yashiro! The Man You Are!

Doumeki's gentle hold on Yashiro's head😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

Me knowing fully well how the story progresses at this scene always: YASHIRO DON'T YOU DARE DIE ON US!!!

The flashback of the traumas in his life... The "I'm home." The loneliness he has been feeling just...😭😭😭 All these scenes one after another always break the dam of tears loose for me...

I've known more than enough...

Yes yes you have sweetie😭😭😭... Putting a dagger through my heart would make me feel less pain that Yashiro and his back stories make me feel... The movie ending with "Moratorium" and the lyrics

Once the sky stops crying, Will you fly back to the place you call home?

will just continue to make me cry more~ No series or manga or book has made me feel and cry more than Saezuru has... I will not be the same person once this ends for real... BUT I look forward to what the new volume brings and ofc rooting for a happy ending for Yashiro and Doumeki always~ Now time to listen to Moratorium and cry the day away~

[deedala]

🎇 Happy New Year Friends!! 🎇

From the Diary of Virginia Woolf: January 2, 1931: Here are my resolutions for the next 3 months; the next lap of the year. To have none. Not to be tied. To be free & kindly with myself, not goading it to parties: to sit rather privately reading in the studio. Sometimes to read, sometimes not to read. To go out yes—but stay at home in spite of being asked. As for clothes, to buy good ones.

For today's return to WTW, i thought it might be fun to celebrate the ways in which we survive and manage to find peace and happiness in our one precious life here on Earth. And so...

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✨W e e k l y 🌟 T a g 🌟 W e d n e s d a y✨

Name: Deanna 🌱

Location: oHIo🌽

Astrological Sign: Scorpio 🦂

What's a TV show or movie you plan to re-watch this year? obvi i'm in a constant state of re-watching shameless but otherwise right now im thinking maybe some bob's burgers, some futurama, austenland...

Whats a book or fic you will probably re-read this year? ooohh you know...the usual suspects tbh: cooperative gameplay, itqd, faffy, love is a ballfield, none the wiser, the menagerie... AND...*IF* DA4 is gonna actually come out soon I'll probably re-read my fav stories from Tevinter Nights!!!

What is a song you will likely continue to play on repeat? uuhh right now its still chappell roan's whole album and hozier's unreal unearth. im sorry for cheating on my own question and basically naming like 30 songs lol

What's a tasty treat you look forward to eating more of this year? i dont think i managed to eat enough chocolate chip cookies last year, i should eat more. also i haven't had an andes mint in forever??? need some of those STAT. oh my god i totally missed out on girl scout cookies last year too!!!

What's a time sink that you will continue to sink time into this year? scrolling tumblr ofc!!!

Did you pick up any habits in 2023 that you plan to continue? not really?? maybe kind of reblogging my own posts more and trying not to feel bad about it??

What's your toxic trait? leaving petty little thoughts in my friends DMs while they're sleeping 😛

What is a coping mechanism you will continue to indulge in this year? ✨disassociation✨

Tell me something you like about how you look! my skin has been pretty nice lately, good job skin. (do you guys remember that old vine of the broken toy that would just say "sssskkiiiiinnnn" when squeezed?? i remember lolol)

Give me at least three adjectives describing things you like about yourself. loyal, generous, thoughtful

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[anjaelle]

The Girlfriend Experience

Pairing: Frank Castle x Black! OFC (Cori)

Tags: Mild Age Gap (Mid-late twenties OC/mid-thirties Frank), Frank Corrupting an Honest Woman, Frank being a smug piece of shit, choking, spanking, marking, hair grabbing, Fingering

Summary: Frank, ever the menace, convinces Cori that it's okay to break rules.

Word Count: 3.3K

a/n: This started out as one thing and turned into something completely different. I started this in Fall 2022 and I'm just now finishing it. Congratulate me now.

(Gif Source)

She very rarely visited her brothers shop. At least, that was the case these last few years. She could understand why Brandon's chair was so popular: He was funny, he was skilled, and he was adept at charming the masses.

She could remember learning how to do shape-ups and trims as a teenager just from watching him work while she did her homework. Sometimes she'd listen in on the barber shop discussions with mild intrigue. They'd talk about sports, and women, and...more sports. Sometimes they'd talk about whatever show or movie they'd watched last night.

It was like watching a foreign entity in an enclosure from a distance, if she was being honest.

Quiet and pensive, she was able to fly under the radar for the vast majority of her teenage years. Sure, sometimes boys would talk to her when she visited. And she'd shyly respond before burying her head back into the books. As she got older and started working in the shop part-time, she noticed the looks even more. For the most part, she could brush them off. But every so often someone would cross the line and Brandon would put his foot down to make it clear that his little sister was off-limits. That was the agreement, and that was the rule.

Then Frank Castle showed up.

Cori wasn't sure when Frank became a regular. While she was juggling grad school and work, she didn't really have time to visit her brother anymore. The first time she met HIM was when she had to fill in for Brandon, and Frank scoffed at her supposed ability to cut and style his hair the way he liked.

That was usually the case with new clients. The incredulity used to piss her off, but now it was just tired.

Unlike previous clients, however, Frank watched her carefully as she worked. It was mildly unsettling, if she was honest with herself, because she wasn't used to people watching her the way she watched others. It didn't help that he had the world's best poker face.

It took 2 more visits before he finally spoke to her in something other than one word responses and grunts.

When her brother had to leave to pick up his kids, she offered to stay and take care of Frank. Despite how intimidating he initially seemed, he exuded a sense of safety that made her trust him. The space was empty and quiet, save for the gentle buzz of the clipper as it glided over his hair.

"What's Cori short for?" He asked, suddenly. She was caught off guard by the question. Something fluttered in her stomach at the gruff way his voice handled her name and she felt her hands hesitate.

"...Corinthian." She responded, plainly. He raised a brow at her and she shrugged, restarting the clippers to even out the back of his hair.

"You're fucking with me."

"Am I?" She chanced a small smirk at him in the mirror and their eyes met. He smirked at her in response. Then an uncharacteristic chuckle rumbled from his chest.

"What's it really short for?"

She gently tilted his head forward to trim the hair at the nape of his neck.

"Nothing. I'm named after my father." She confessed. He hummed, satisfied by the answer and comfortable with the silence that followed.

After that, they would always greet each other whenever she came by the shop to visit. He said her name with a level of cool distance that she didn't buy for a second.

She wasn't sure if her brother ever noticed the soft smile that crossed Frank's features whenever she walked through the door.

---

"You had me in your phone as 'Big Guy'?" He asked, grinning, "Kinda lazy, huh?"

She crossed the room and sat cross-legged on her bed, suddenly hyper aware of how everything in her small studio apartment looked. Despite this being Cori's home, she felt out of her element. After all, meeting clients after hours was a no-no. It was rule number one above ALL rules.

But, of course, Frank always found a way to make her break her own code of ethics.

She picked at her thumbnail and shrugged, "I don't know. What else was I supposed to call you when I didn't know you yet?"

He didn't answer, but he shut the door behind him and slipped his boots off, neatly placing them in the corner. Cori was grateful he remembered THAT rule, at least. As if reading her mind, he glanced down at his clothes and grumbled something about rain.

"You could've rescheduled," she offered, "I wouldn't have minded. This isn't worth walking in the rain for."

He answered by shaking the damp growth of curls from his forehead, "You know you're the only one who knows how I like it. And it's not like I know what you do when I'm not around. You probably gotta--I dunno...go to class or somethin'. Save baby animals. Tutor orphans. Shit like that."

At this, she rolled her eyes and rested her chin in her hand, shooting him a tired look as he moved to pull his wet gray hoodie over his head and shoulders.

"I'll have you know I live a very interesting life," she averted her gaze as his Semper Fi shirt briefly rode up, revealing his treasure trail and and light scarring on his stomach, "I'm young, I'm pretty. The world is my oyster...or whatever."

She sighed, not even believing her own lies. Her life consisted of work, and staring at her business management books until the words started to blend together in a puree of intellectualism. She couldn't even remember the last time she wore a cute outfit and went to the club. Or the last time she texted her friends. She made a mental note to do both at some point as she rolled onto her stomach and reached under her bed for her toolkit.

"You don't gotta have an interesting life," he said, watching her do gymnastics in an effort to find her things, "Boring's good. Boring's safe."

Her hand swept across the floor until her fingers brushed the shoebox, "Who says I want to be good and safe? Maybe I could use a little bit of danger in my life. It'll give me interesting stories to tell, at least."

Pulling the box from its hiding space, she looked up to see Frank leaning up against the wall, watching her intensely with an amused look on her face, "You don't mean that. If you saw the insane shit I saw..."

There was a pregnant pause between them, with Cori feeling like she was missing something and Frank refusing to finish his statement. She jumped to her feet, choosing to break the silence.

"You want some water or something? I also have iced tea, ginger ale-"

"Water's good."

"Is tap alright?"

"Do I seem like the Perrier type?"

She offered a small smile as she turned the faucet on and waited for the water to cool, "Maybe a little."

He guffawed.

"Did you wash and condition this time?" Cori asked. She eyed his hair, already knowing the answer.

"No."

"Why not?" She handed him the glass filled halfway with ice water, and his eyes locked onto hers. She nearly dropped it.

"I guess I kinda like it better when you do it," he held her gaze as he took a long sip from his glass. She deadpanned.

"So what you're saying is you forgot."

He pulled the glass from his lips and grinned at her, slyly.

"You think Imma liar?"

"...I'm not entertaining that with a response."

She wasn't sure what he did for a living. Unsurprisingly, he wasn't one for storytelling and evaded doing so by listening to Cori ramble on about her life. Was his day-to-day so full of turmoil that the mundane seemed like reprieve? All she knew was that he was in the military a while back, and that his wife passed away. She would make up scenarios in her head where he was a boxing champion or a spy.

Big, broody, and decorated in scars and dark bruises, Frank seemed wildly out of place in her small, pink decorated bathroom. She made sure to grab the chair from the kitchen, as well as a towel, a comb, and HER expensive shampoo and conditioner that he certainly wouldn't repay her for.

"You owe me extra for this," she warned, glancing at him from above as he tilted his head back over the sink, "This high quality shit is expensive, Castle."

He hummed his response and closed his eyes as she ran the detachable shower head over his dark hair. The moment the warm water touched his scalp, he sighed in content. And the sigh went straight to her coochie, much to her annoyance. The feeling intensified as she lathered up his hair and he peeked an eye open to look at her.

She knew Frank had grown used to her. His barber shop persona was fascinating. He'd argue with her brother about sports team rankings and drafts. Then the deep rumble of disapproval that blossomed from his chest every time her brother mentioned an athlete he hated made her shift in her seat.

Once upon a time, Frank claimed that she was way too serious. And, thus, he enjoyed pushing her buttons for his own sick enjoyment. Cori understood that he wasn't really like this with most people. He fell into the habit of flustering her on purpose. Especially around the other guys in the shop, though they never seemed to notice.

She had the upper hand when he was in her apartment, to an extent.

The very first time she washed his hair, he stiffened at her touch and it took a while for him to visibly calm down. He admitted to her that it'd been a while since someone else washed his hair, and he wasn't used to it. When she asked him if he wanted her to stop, he shot her a long, intense look before telling her he was fine.

He confessed to her during his second apartment visit that his "profession" made him wary about most things, including touching and...overt closeness. Of course, those weren't the words he used. He mumbled something about offensive hands and defensive moves. She asked for clarification and he evaded the question.

She wasn't sure what their relationship was now. But there was a noticeable shift. Cori's fingers gently massaged his scalp, and she hummed something to herself. His shoulders relaxed, a small smile graced his features, and he opened his eyes again to watch her as she worked the comb through his hair. She was keenly aware of it, but she shyly avoided his gaze, focusing instead on rinsing out the last of the conditioner.

"Up." She commanded, in a hoarse whisper. He sat up and her eyes followed the water that dripped down his neck, staining his shirt. She knew he noticed. She chose to play stupid. Cori towel dried his hair, beginning at his neck and working her way up to his hair that fell over his dark eyes. She worked in silence, lost in her own head until he lightly grabbed her wrist.

"Com'ere," he said with a head tilt. She eyed him curiously, and he laughed. "I'm serious, Cori. C'mon."

She sighed, pretending to be tired but internally intrigued. The minute she stepped in front of him, he gently pulled at her arm.

"Closer..."

She stopped fighting the smile forming on her face as she rolled her eyes and shuffled an inch closer.

"A little closer," Frank coaxed.

"You're so obnoxious." Cori mumbled, but stepped an inch closer anyway, refusing to give him the benefit of direct eye contact.

His arms wrapped around her waist and pulled her into the space between his legs. She was surprised to find her hands moving of their own volition: one resting on his thick shoulder and the other gently brushing the droplets of water from the side of his face with the soft towel.

"There ya go.” He looked up at her with mischief in his eyes, "You gonna stop avoiding me, now?"

"I wasn't avoiding you," Cori grumbled.

She was absolutely avoiding him. She continued to towel try his hair as he rubbed small circles into the small of her back.

"It's not gonna work, Frank."

He snorted and she couldn't even blame him. She didn't sound the least bit convincing. He cocked his head to the side and licked his lips.

"Are you trying to hurt my feelings, Cor?"

"Yes."

She combed her fingers through his hair, pushing it back and away from his face. Anything to avoid looking directly at him. With his hands on her, and the close proximity, Cori wasn't confident in her ability to hold out for much longer.

"Sweetheart, you're killing me," her breath hitched. He leaned forward, pressing his face against her soft stomach.

Cori was always startled by how quickly she blacked out whenever he got into her head. She couldn't remember climbing into his lap and tangling her fingers in his damp hair as she kissed him. His hands roamed from her lower back, slipping beneath her cotton shorts to grab her bare ass in his large calloused hands.

"Shit. You were ready for me, huh?" He chided.

"Shut up."

The only fleeting logical thought floating in her empty, horny head was the question of how the chair could handle their combined weight. His tongue slipped between her lips and he let out a low groan that pushed the thoughts away just as quickly as they arrived. Cori rocked her hips against his lap as Frank smiled against her lips.

"You're so smug," she mumbled, moving to kiss along his jaw. Her hands slipped under his shirt and her nails walked along the hard lines of his stomach. He sucked air between his teeth. He worked her shorts down over her ass and she pushed his shirt over his head, tossing it into the empty tub beside them.

She kissed down his neck and chest, pausing only to examine the numerous scars and fading bruises decorating his skin.

“Do they hurt?” Cori asked, tenderly. She hovered her fingers over a reddened mark that appeared to be the most recent of his injuries. He clicked his tongue dismissively.

He flattened her hand on his chest under his palm, “See? I’m good, baby. You don’t gotta worry about me, I’m not fragile.” He dragged her hand slowly down his torso, and the muscles in his stomach reflexively twitched in response. Cori swallowed hard as she felt the length of him harden between her thighs.

“Oh…” she managed to whisper, under her breath. He curled his hand around the back of her neck and pulled her down for a slow kiss. His tongue traced the seam of her lips, and she sighed contentedly into his mouth. As if moving of their own volition, Cori’s hands worked to drag her nails over his sensitive length beneath the coarse denim. As she toyed with the head of his dick through his jeans, his hands roamed around her stomach and reached up to grab her breasts under her shirt.

“Fuck…” She started, instinctively arching her back and abandoning the zipper she’d begun working on. She pressed her hands over his, urging him to touch her more, “…that feels…”

She struggled to get the words out as he pushed her shirt up over her breasts to tease her nipples between his fingers.

“Use your words, baby,” he coaxed. When he wrapped his lips around her right nipple and reached between them to tease her clit, a hoarse cry rose from her throat.

She whined, rocking her hips against his hand. Her head lolled back and it took everything in her to keep from falling off of his lap. A strong arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer, so she couldn’t wriggle away, “Please…”

“Please what, Cor’?” He slipped his index and middle fingers deep into her pussy, curling them against her. She gripped his shoulder, digging her nails into his skin.

“God god god,” she whined, pitifully, "right there."

He watched her work herself into a frenzy, exuding the air of semi-smug amusement. She wanted to slap the grin off of his face. She could barely remember why he was here in the first place. Maybe he planned this all along. Then he smacked her on the ass—one sharp quick smack—and all she could do was allow her brain to short circuit. She managed to pull a deep groan from him--one that rumbled throughout her body and made her shudder--when she dragged her nails along his scalp and a grabbed some of his damp hair in her fist. The groan dissolved into a low laugh, and he sucked air between his teeth.

"Harder." He commanded. She complied, giving his curls a sharp tug as she rolled her hips in his lap. An almost primal grunt resonated from his parted lips that she swallowed with her own. Cori reached down again to make another eager attempt at undoing his zipper, and he stopped her, grabbing both of her hands in one of his.

"Are you talking to anyone else?" He suddenly asked.

Cori felt like she was in a thick fog and she'd lost all memory of every word she'd ever spoken. She took a deep breath as if trying to register where she was.

"...I don't think so." She slurred through the haze.

His fingers stilled between her thighs and she pouted, shifting her hips to chase the oncoming climax. She could almost taste it, it was so close.

"You don't think so?" He pressed his thick thumb against her clit, and her thighs tensed around him. She was positive he could feel her heart pounding.

"Frankie please..." She arched her back.

"I can find out if you are, Cor'. So speak up."

A small grin pulled at the corner of her mouth when she locked eyes with him. She could almost drown in the darkness of his gaze. It excited her. She wasn't talking to anyone else, it's not like she had the time. But a part of her wanted to lie just to see what he would do. He quirked an eyebrow at her like he wanted to devour her whole. All he needed was the confirmation he wanted, because they both knew he didn't like sharing.

She decided to risk it, "What if I am?"

"Are you?"

"Maybe."

His fingers pressed against her g-spot and her body jolted in response, leaving small aftershocks in its wake.

"Don't fucking play games with me." He licked his lips and picked up the speed of his thumb on her clit, "Is someone else making you come?"

She swallowed hard, shaking her head.

"Use your words." He demanded.

"No, baby."

She felt his dick jump between her thighs at the term of endearment. He curled her fingers against her g-spot again, and then again. And he pulled her flush against him when her legs began to shake and she tried to run from the pleasure

"I'm the only one that makes you feel this good, right, sweet girl?"

"Yes, yes, yes, yessss." She chanted, digging her nails into his arm. "Oh, ffffuck!"

He whispered in her ear, talking her through it as she came and leaving hickies on her neck. Cori shuddered hard in his lap and throwing her head back so hard she nearly tipped over. She was sure her neighbors thought she was getting murdered in her bathroom, and she knew she'd have to face the curious looks the next time she ran into them in the hall. But as she came down from her high and dove into another deep kiss after he licked her off of his fingers, she couldn't bring herself to give a shit.

Frank suddenly stood up, wrapping her legs around his hips to carry her back to her bedroom.

"Wait, your hair." She mumbled between kisses, "I have to--"

"Fuck the hair," he grumbled, tossing her onto the mattress, "You can do it tomorrow morning."

[kingusukaras]

some (mildly disjointed) thoughts i had about the translation of most recent leona overblot scene from the second twst novel. unsaid disclaimer is obvi these are just my thoughts and youre free to disagree. i cant stop you

read more because i might ramble a bit 💆🏾‍♀️

i'll start by saying that i'm very grateful for the novel & yuureis translations, bc its given me so much to chew on wrt leonas psyche and mental state, much more than book 2 in the game did. i havent bothered to go looking for reactions tho, bc i can already kind of predict the takes i'll find (knowing how parts of the fandom talks abt leona generally) - and i do "get" it, in the sense that i do also feel the way he tortures ruggie before he overblots is upsetting - but theres so much to dig into here, i feel like its such a waste to get hung up on obsessively moralizing

(i'll mention here that to formulate these thoughts i'm also pulling from the translation of leona's post-overblot scene, plus some moments from the game that i'll mention specifically as i go)

for example, the things leona says pre-overblot, his meltdown about dreams being stupid and useless, how the savanaclaw students (ruggie included) aren't meant to question him; they're meant to obey quietly, sound less like actual things he's trying to tell them and more like him lashing out at himself. as in, he's more talking at them, not to them. skipping forward to book 6: there we see leona give jamil advice, but the implication underneath is that everything he's telling jamil are things leona wishes he had internalized himself - again here, he's talking to someone, but really it's also directed inwards. almost like it's easier for him to look at (and speak about) himself critically when he can externalize it as critique of other people

the other thing im curious about is the distant, detached persona he adopts when he's truly angry. this'll be quick because i don't feel i have enough information to unpack it properly, but if i allow myself to spin thoughts out from limited information: it could almost be a habit he picked up as a child - something he might've forced himself to learn as part of an effort to be seen as more of a 'model' prince. if people were afraid of his moodiness because they feared what his UM (he) could do, then if he swallows those emotions maybe he can mitigate that. this, ofc, being shot through with the expectation that, as royalty, any order he gives people will obey

the final thing, for this post at least, is unpacking the way leona lashes out at ruggie when ruggie defies him. i'm willing to make the very safe bet that most of the reading of this moment is focused on leona being angry over being defied at all, or general disgust at how small and weak ruggie is (appears) to be. and while i think both of those points have some element of truth to them, i think the larger aspect of leonas reaction is jealousy. ruggie somehow, despite everything, despite all of the disadvantages life has thrown at him, still has the courage to have determination. and i want to be very clear here: this is not me saying being poor or struggling is admirable because it makes you strong - i'm not naive and i'm not here to romanticize poverty. what i am trying to say here ruggie's tenacity - a tenacity his life circumstances developed in him - is something that leona lacks, and that's what he's jealous of. he's jealous of his inability to keep having that hope, to maintain that courage in the face of his own repeated failures

(an aside: isn't it ironic that part of the reason ruggie has that tenacity is leona? leonas tutoring, leonas effective leadership of the spelldrive club, and as housewarden?)

(an aside 2x: in many ways, 'giving up' can be seen as a luxury. ruggie does not have the luxury to give up, because it could very well mean that he doesn't eat that day. for leona, regardless of what he does he's going to have a roof over his head and three square meals a day anyway, so what does it matter if he gives up? sure, he won't be happy, but he'll be comfortable in a material sense, and isn't that enough? except, of course, it isn't - not for him. as much as he tries to deny it, he's as fiercely ambitious as the rest of his dorm)

[mishapocalyse]

hii!!¡ ✨so i hav an idea for a request!!¡ and it just came 2 me but yegh I wud love if u cud do a lil sumthin wiv female reader wher ur at the fairground? mayb tryin rlly hard 2 win a game so u can get a huuge teddy n who else shud come along but soldier boy himself n he wins it 4 u n ofc ur starstruck!!🤩🧸✨ idk mayb he's ther 4 publicity prob but do whatever i luv ur writing so hav fun n run wiv it lol💕🍭 tysm bby!!✨υ´♡⁠ ﻌ ♡⁠`⑅υ

Three in a Row and You Can Get The Girl

Description: You wanted that giant teddy bear and you were not going to leave the fairground until it was yours. It really helped when America's masked crusader comes to your aid.

Pairings: Soldier Boy x Reader

Warnings: Soldier Boy is his own warning, language. Sweet, toothache cuteness

Note: This request is another fave and I love it so much. My heart yearns for sweet Soldier Boy. Also to add--some do not understand the idea of fan fiction and how you can ultimately change a bit of the character's personality to your liking. That is the entire idea of fan fiction. Yes I know Soldier Boy is as a whole-a butt, and is overall written as a terrible person. However, I like to think that in the presence of women- from what I have seen from small parts of the show, he had some potential to be super sweet to women.

Also...I can do what I want.

"Ah, I'm sorry pretty lady, but you need about five more wins if you're wanting the 62" teddy." The service worker at the ring toss stand politely told you, as you deflated, a bit disappointed.

You stepped to the side not wanting to get in the way of others, but you were seriously eyeing that teddy for yourself.

You had come to the fairgrounds alone since your date had stood you up for the third time this week.

You didn't care though. You only knew the guy a few months.

Besides, you were at the fair, having fun. Riding rides, eating the amazing food from some of the vendors, and playing the games with such confidence that probably by the end of the night you will win that huge teddy.

Hopefully.

"Wanna try again? " The service work from the ring toss said.

You thought about it for a second before nodding and putting away the container of food you had gotten earlier. Stepping up to the plate, you readied yourself for yet another round of ring toss.

-------

Soldier Boy huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

"We are so sorry that this happened. We had no idea that Homelander would be here. He didn't even book a venue-" The super soldier held up a hand to his PR committee.

"Shut up-just shut the fuck up. Christ on a cross, I need a fucking minute." With that, he stumbled out of the tent and out towards the rest of the fair.

It was supposed to be his publicity "Welcome Back" stunt, but the caped dickhole had to come and ruin it. Soldier Boy grumbled as he walked around, trying his best to collect his thoughts before he did something stupid. Rounding a corner, he stumbled into the rows of games.

"Ah, you almost got it honey! I'll let you try one more time for free okay?" Soldier boy heard loud and clear.

Then his eyes landed on you.

You were leaning forward trying to throw the rings on the bottles in front of you. You would get a couple and lose on the last throw. It was always the last throw with those things.

"Sorry sweetheart. You played a good game! Maybe next time you'll win the big guy. I mean, you could get it in a different way- if you know what I mean" You smiled sweetly in return until he had said that last part and you immediately frowned.

Soldier Boy didn't know what he was doing, but before he know it he had walked right up to the stand and wrapped his arm around you instinctively.

"Howdy there darlin'. Been looking everywhere for you. Which one are you trying to get?" They way you stared at him made him feel a different type of way. The service worker stumbled over his words while Soldier Boy placed a twenty dollar bill onto the counter.

"I got you, Princess." he says as you continued to rack your brain around what had occurred.

---

"Uh, good game...sir." Soldier Boy plucked the giant bear off of the hook and held it towards you. You grinned as you hugged it.

"I'm taking both of these--show some goddamn respect to the ladies. Get fucked." Soldier Boy said as he plucked another bear off of another hook to carry and to give to you later.

You had thanked him profusely and stumbled over your words. You told him he did not have to do any of that.

"I wanted to. Saw the way you looked when you tried your hardest to win that stuffed animal."

"It was pathetic." You finished his statement with a laugh.

He chuckled along with you.

"Not exactly. Thought it was mighty cute if I'm being honest." He reached over to pat your head.

"Hey! Soldier Boy! We need you for photo-op! Where the hell have you been?" The two of you looked at each other, before Soldier shook his head.

"I have to get going. Mind taking my place with the other big guy?" He asked holding out the similarly fashioned teddy bear.

You nodded quickly as you reached out to grab the bear from his hands.

"What was your name again?" He questioned, not yet letting go of the bear in his hand.

"Oh, I never told you my name, It's Y/N. Y/N L/N. You?" A spark in eyes appears as he lets go.

"The hero name is Soldier Boy, you probably already knew that. But you can call me Ben, Princess." Smiling a goofy smile you shake your head and wave your goodbyes. Turning, you could hear him call after you.

"Meet me at the concession stands near the Funhouse later! Wanna' win some more things for ya'." You gave him a thumbs up, as you finally decided that maybe, just maybe, getting stood up was not such a bad thing to happen as you had thought.

[meatballlady]

The Hidden Prophecy Hypothesis

Here I am throwing an idea into the mix for s2 theorizing. Maybe it has been mentioned before, lmk if there are related metas out there already!

(disclaimer to not tag Neil!!! I don't want this to be shot down if it's a real possibility)

Here's my proposition:

At its core, the idea is that there is an information disparity between A/C and the audience, based on some source of knowledge that was not directly mentioned in S2 (i.e. hidden from the audience).

Between the events of S1 and S2, A/C came into contact with some sort of information about the future/H&H's strategy(ies)/etc. I'm calling this the hidden prophecy, but it could really be anything at all! A copy of Hell's plans from Shax, human prophecies, thorough reading of past assignments, etc.*

Immediate interpretation of the prophecy: In order for the apocalypse to happen, Aziraphale and Crowley need to kickstart it together.

Another main point of the prophecy: The trigger for the prophecy's events will be that someone (some angel?) will show up alone unexpectedly and ask them for help.

Also included are some vague details/triggers for the prophecy (which end up happening in S2 but aren't clear until after they happen)

Obviously A/C are not fans of this idea. They have an ongoing disagreement about the interpretation above, in fact.

Aziraphale believes there is a deeper interpretation of the prophecy if they research it enough. i.e. that they can work together without accidentally starting the apocalypse

Crowley believes they shouldn't fuck with it - that they should avoid each other entirely once the triggers start happening, to completely avoid any risk of accidentally kickstarting the apocalypse by working/being together.

* my partner believes this has to do with the second Agnes Nutter book. There are still many many ways to get a prophecy to someone even if the pages were burnt.

Cue season 2.

Open questions this could provide answers for:

Do the characters have more information than the audience and if so, why does it still look like they're flailing? They don't know "what's actually going on", they just have different expectations/starting points than the audience.

Why Crowley reacted very poorly to Gabriel showing up, and why he was so angry about leaving "so. this is how you want to do it." He thinks Aziraphale has ruined it already by asking for his help; also he doesn't want to stop talking to Aziraphale yet (he never will ofc)

Why Aziraphale got so pissy when Crowley said he wouldn't help with Gabriel "but if you won't, you won't." He thinks they can work together on the Gabriel thing, so obviously they don't need to avoid each other yet!

The weirdness about the apology dance: There was additional context to it, even though it was, ultimately, about the Jimbriel thing. Crowley was apologizing for being wrong about needing to not work together, not for not wanting to take care of Gabriel

Why they continue to look for clues outside of the Jimbriel question. They are looking for other prophecy triggers/apocalypse triggers.

Why Aziraphale acts with urgency around the ball. He is suspicious that Crowley was right and this is his last chance to host something for him.

Why the Metatron wanted Aziraphale (and possibly Crowley) back in Heaven

The final fifteen. They finally realize that Gabriel wasn't the trigger; the Metatron was. Aziraphale is still desperately insistent on working together, despite "realizing" Crowley may be right that they shouldn't. Crowley wants to work together but thinks they can't. They're both conflicted - about being right or not, about what the prophecy actually meant, and about how they will move forward. Maybe they both now agree that they shouldn't work together (which in s3 we will find out is actually incorrect), but they also both don't want to stop.

Loose ends from s1, such as the second prophecy book, the lack of mention of A/C addressing "the really big one" (i.e. because they already have and just don't bring it up)

Why "they aren't talking" now, per Neil - they think that it would move the apocalypse along to do so.

Why I like this idea (so far):

It doesn't retcon the final fifteen (only provides additional context)

(the additional angst potential for the final fifteen)

It is easy to explain to an audience

It is an "elegant" solution, i.e. doesn't ask more questions than it answers

Understanding of S2 would not be required to understand S3 - it just provides additional flavor to s2.

Open questions this doesn't seem to provide (direct/immediate, at least) answers for:

Maggie

The flashbacks

The 25 Lazarii miracle

The Halo

What Crowley was doing in Heaven

The discontinuities

[celestie0]

Angst in third act?? 😱 Can you give us a hint on what the angst will be (only if you're comfortable sharing ofc)?

Will it be external forces/factors testing their relationship (thoughts of life after college bec i'm guessing reader and gojo will at least have a partial LDR because of the nature of their post-grad plans or maybe family related)?

No worries if you want to keep it a surprise for now 🥰 Looking forward to new chapters!

HIII darling yes omg i just love a third act angsty period 😭💔 it’s my fave in books. and sure i don’t mind sharing a little bit (mostly vague lol)!! but i’ll still add a spoiler cut haha

kickoff spoilers below:

so the main timeline for kickoff will actually end with graduation, so there’s no post grad content in main storyline!! i will definitely be writing post grad content but probs like oneshots or drabbles type stuff :)) unless i miss them sm that i just decide to extend the series idk we’ll see ✋🏼😭 clearly i am unpredictable LOL

but yeah that means there’s only like 1.5 months left in main storyline, and the third act angst will take place after they start dating and see each other for maybe 2-3 weeks (the current fluff/gojo winning reader back period only lasts like one week in the grand scheme of that time)

but yes it’ll be external factors!! nothing that has to do with infidelity or toxicity amongst each other, obv there will still be regular couples fights and quarrels and gojo will still be figuring out how to be a good bf in general bc seriously dating someone is still kinda new for him. but yea the third act angst will definitely really test their relationship and just in general their feelings for one another in lots of ways :”)

AAA i don’t want to give any other hints if that’s ok 🫣 since i’m very excited to see the reactions my readers will have. but i will say, based on how i have things planned, the 3rd act angst will begin in ch15!!

hope this satiates the curiosity but also keeps things on the downlow hahah xD thanks for the ask my love!!

[msviperwrites]

Chapter 2:

Part 1

Pairing: Kendall Roy X Reader (but kinda OFC?)

OKAY KENDALL GIRLIES 👀 I don’t think you’re ever going to view sushi the same again

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Tense would be the easiest way to describe the atmosphere of Rava’s apartment at 8:30 am Monday. As Sonnie rode up the elevator, the doors opened to an angry Kendall holding a printed document in his hand. He was gesturing wildly and on the border of yelling.

“Not fucking good enough Jess, not good enough!” He stormed towards the opposing wall, placing his hands on his hips while still holding the papers.

“Kendall,”

“What did I say? I said I wanted to get on the disruption THIS week. I need to—“

“Kendall—“ Jess insisted.

He spun around,

Pissed. “What the f—“ his eyes caught Sonnie and she looked at him startled as she stepped into the apartment.

She wasn’t sure what else to do but smile.

“Morning,” Sonnie said. Jess turned to face her and smiled weakly. Kendall sighed with a scowl. The intern stepped forward again and found a seat in the living room.

“I was just telling Kendall that I wanted to have you—“

“Jess, you’re out on this. Sonnie, you need to contact Sofia from the Disruption's team and book me for this week. I want an appearance on Thursday. Understood?”

Sonnie swung her black backpack around to her front and rummaged through it while making her way to the white couch in the living room. She sat down, grabbed her planner, and began to write down information as Kendall paced furiously.

“I’ll give you the contact Info for them…” Jess half whispered as she got up and declared louder for Kendall to hear, “I’m grabbing water" before

scampering down the hall.

Sonnie glanced between where Jess had left and Kendall, who was still pacing.

“Everything alright?” Sonnie asked timidly. She twirled the pen in her hand while looking up at Kendall, who snapped in her direction. His eyes looked wild.

“Bad question."

"I'm sorry?" Sonnie was surprised by his tone.

Jess reappeared. “I have the next set of interviews to take care of now for the second intern… Sonnie I left you an on-boarding manual to look over in the kitchen as well as the contact information. I’ll loop back with you around lunch.” She checked her watch. “Alright, I have to run. Kendall, can I trust that I’m leaving Sonnie in good hands?” Jess half-joked.

Kendall was not amused. “Yep.”

She gave Sonnie a sympathetic look before she excused herself and left.

A silence fell before Kendall exhaled. “Sorry Sonnie…" He cleared his throat and ran his hand through his hair. "This internship’s gonna be a baptism by fire.”

“Honestly, As long as I’m getting paid I don’t care what fires need to be put out,” she stated. Kendall grinned for the first time this morning.

"Good answer." He warmed noticeably.

“Oh! uh...Speaking of which—“Kendall held up his hand, signaling to wait, and left the room. Sonnie tried her best to not gawk at the apartment, but her jaw became slack as she looked at the spiral staircase in the middle of the room, the wall of windows, the Steinway piano. The wealth some people had was astounding.

Severe imposter syndrome began to set in. Sonnie was working for arguably one of the most powerful men in the world, as a little intern. Her hands began to jitter as she twirled her hair nervously. Kendall re-entered the room with a white box. He was smiling ear to ear as Sonnie's face lit up in recognition.

“Can’t contact Sofia if you don’t have a good phone…” Kendall trailed off. The excitement in his voice was subtle but there. Sonnie stood and he placed himself directly in front of her, extending the boxed phone. “I got you the one terabyte model—“

Sonnie gasped audibly “That’s literally sixteen hundred dollars?! I-I don’t even know what to say… I could barely afford the 158 gigabyte one…”

Kendall continued to grin.“Yeah well, I figured you can use all the storage for work or whatever the fuck you want. So no worries. Consider it a sign-on bonus.”

Sonnie turned on her new phone and beamed. It was the same color as her original. He somehow remembered.

“Ah!” She threw her arms around Kendall’s neck enthusiastically. “Thank you!!!” She squealed. Kendall gently wrapped one arm around her waist

“You’re welcome.” he paused, taking in the lavender scent from her hair. he should have stepped away from the embrace, but the moment of kindness and genuine joy Sonnie experienced was contagious. His grip around her ribs tightened. Sonnie noticed, and stepped away just before Kendall added the next arm. She looked down at her feet feeling flush, not knowing Kendall was planning on really cementing her to him.

“I’ll let you get in contact with Sofia… I need to join a Zoom meeting.” He shuffled towards what Sonnie could make out to be the kitchen area and noticed a large patio that Kendall made his way to.

Sonnie saw a sticky note with The Disruptions number on the back of the phone box and a little p.s. from Jess who wrote it, telling Sonnie to meet her at Karma Sushi for lunch at 1 pm. Sonnie got to calling and scrambled to get a time slot for her new boss.

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After two hours of phone tag and tracking down several assistants at the Disruption, Sonnie booked Kendall at prime time on Thursday. Glancing down the hall towards the patio, Sonnie could make out Kendall’s back, which looked tense. She was hesitant at first but made her way through the kitchen and out to her boss. In her grasp was the onboarding manual Jess left her.

“No…no Greg, I said no. You can’t borrow the limo to—“ Kendall heard the door open and close to the patio and looked to see Sonnie standing slightly knocked kneed.

“I’ll call you back.” He hung up the phone that was on speaker and turned to Sonnie.

“Hey,” he said softly.

“Guess who is booked for Thursday night prime time!” Sonnie’s nerves melted and were replaced with excitement from her achievement. Kendall really couldn’t help himself. When she got excited, he did too. It was like a viral infection. He smiled again, happy to see pure, innocent delight, without any ulterior motives. Something Kendall was not used to. Most people wanted something from him.

“I’ll take a stab in the dark and say, me?” He chuckled. She nodded her head, bobbing it up and down dramatically. “Excellent.” Kendall stood from the bistro-style table he was sitting at and closed his laptop. He eyed Sonnie cautiously. Noticing her white button-down blouse slightly pulled apart at her breasts, her black high-waisted slacks gave her a graceful, flattering appearance. her smile began to waver as she noticed Kendall looking a little too long, and she quickly looked down at the manual in her grasp, flushing.

Kendall cleared his throat and stood before saying “Excuse me—“ and shouldered passed her gently, placing his hand on her scapula as he made his way inside. Sonnie lingered on the patio, the sun was warm on her blushing cheeks, and her shoulder scorched where he touched her.

“Fuck.” Kendall mumbled under his breath as he sped his way into the bathroom. He shut the door behind him, locking it. He felt a wave of nausea hit him, most likely from the pounding hangover that continued to flare up the longer the day progressed. Admittedly, he was still a touch drunk this morning from the charity dinner he went to last night. Sweat began to accumulate on his brow, as saliva coated his throat. He was going to—Puke. In the sink. The contents of his stomach swam around the white basin. He wiped his mouth with the back of his hand and watched as his vomit drained. He took several deep breaths before washing his hands and splashing cold water on his face.

“Just need the hair of the dog…” he muttered half coherent. When the wave of nausea passed, he scrambled into the kitchen, looking for white wine. He saw Sonnie sitting down at the bistro table he was previously at, her back to him. To offer her some alcohol … or not… he paused for a moment, holding the handle to the refrigerator, and decided to grab champagne. If Sonnie thought they were drinking for celebratory reasons… he thought he could get away with drinking with her on the clock.

Kendall pulled a random bottle from a small wine fridge and popped the cork. Sonnie looked over her shoulder from the muffled sound, and saw Kendall standing in his kitchen pouring champagne into two glasses through the wall of windows. She smiled again, and Kendall thought his heart would peel out of his chest and plop on the floor with a dull thud.

“It’s the booze…” he said to himself. “You’re feeling this way cause of the booze… not because of her.” But what was the rattling in his ribs? He grabbed the two glasses and Sonnie crossed her legs and flipped a page of her manual as Kendall re-entered the patio.

“Oh wow!” She beamed. Kendall had to fight the urge to bite his lower lip. “Is that for me?!”

“Just wanted to congratulate you on the start of your career!” He sat at the chair across from her and slid a flute her way. She grasped the stem while Kendall held up his glass. “Cheers, to joining the Roy clan,” he smiled cheekily, one side of his mouth pulling more than the other. Sonnie clinked his glass and sipped. Kendall did the same, maintaining eye contact with her.

“Oh yeah, so quick question about this packet—“ Sonnie began to ask as she pulled the papers in front of Kendall.

“Sorry, don’t know what’s in that so I won’t be very helpful but you can talk to Jess about it at your lunch. I’m a big picture kind of guy.”

“Oh…” she paused for a moment and grabbed her champagne for another sip. Kendall did the same. The alcohol began to soothe his pounding head and churning stomach.

“So what do you really want, Sonnie?” Kendall asked, breaking the silence.

“Huh?”

“I’m talking about goals, ambitions, dreams. How can we make things happen for you while you’re here?” He was genuinely intrigued. He wanted to know exactly where her mind was at.

“Well, I’m twenty-five,”

“Really? You’re just a baby…”

Sonnie felt her stomach lurch. “Oh! Uh, I guess. But I don’t know… I had a dream since I was a kid that I would be a famous author someday. I don’t know why, but I just knew that writing was my calling from an early age.”

“Okay,” he smiled, waiting for her to continue.

“But realistically, I am a great writer and an even better people’s person, so I thought I could pave my way through PR, and write content for influential individuals,” She glanced down at her champagne flute and pressed the cold glass to her lips “such as yourself—“ and took a sip. Kendall liked this. He liked this, a lot.

“Yeah? Well, you couldn’t have picked a better place to start.” He sat back in his seat and gestured around them. “This place can be your fucking kingdom, Sonnie. You tell me what you want to get out of this job, I can make it happen. You want your dreams to come true?” He leaned in across the table, positioning his elbows close to hers. “I can fucking do that too.”

“What do you mean?” She cocked her head to the side.

Oh, Fuck... He licked his dry lips before saying. “Whatever you want, I can help. Because I’m the fucking man. You know what? Matter of fact—“ he pulled out his cell phone. He dialed a number and placed his phone next to his ear.

“Hey, Jess— bad time? Yeah? Oh halfway through the 4th interview? Cancel it. Yep. Cancel all the interviews. I’m hiring Sonnie as a full-time, entry-level PR consultant.”

“What?!” She looked at him astounded. He smiled. Goddamn did he smile. And it felt good, to do something nice for someone. Someone who actually needed it.

“Cool. Start drawing up a contract for her. I was thinking $70,000 a year?” He read Sonnie's amazed expression and grinned. This was chump change to him, so why not pay out more? “Actually, 85 is good. Yeah. Okay. Great. See you at lunch.” He hung up the phone, and Sonnie looked at him with serendipity in her gaze. He downed the rest of his flute before saying “more champagne,” and sauntered inside.

Sonnie feverishly typed a message under the bistro table to Ivy.

“Can’t talk, but Kendall just hired me full-time!!!”

He returned with the bottle in a cold bucket and refilled their glasses.“Kendall— I… I don’t even know what to say.”

“Well you can thank me by doing a good job,” he sat back down and finsihed his flute quickly.

Sonnie followed suit. “Thank you… for giving me a chance I… I really just—“ her throat closed and she felt her eyes water. “—sorry,” she mumbled sheepishly as she dabbed the soft fleshy spot under her lashes, wiping away a straggling tear.

“Hey—“ Kendall’s expression softened. He reached across the table and grabbed her hand. She went to flinch but was surprisingly comfortable with the gentle gesture. The sudden touch felt exhilarating to the two of them. “—You alright?”

“Yeah, sorry. I get really mushy sometimes. Grad school was really tough and I was met with a lot of challenges and financial struggles and you just—“ another tear “Agh, I’m sorry, this is embarrassing.” Kendall’s thumb tenderly rubbed the back of her soft knuckles.

“No, it’s not.”

“It is a little. First day on the job and I’m crying,” she laughed at herself and glanced at the bottle of champagne. Kendall used his free hand to pour her another glass, still holding her hand with his other. She took a sip and laughed again.

“Just… thank you. I can’t tell you how much weight you just lifted off of my life with what you just did.”

“Happy to help,” Kendall said. And he meant it. Her gratitude for the smallest things brought him so much pleasure.

“I’m gonna go freshen up in the bathroom, where is it?”

“The one downstairs isn’t working—“ and smells like vomit… “but if you go up the spiral staircase, there’s a bathroom down the hall on the right.”

She squeezed his hand once, her little fingers felt bony in his large palm, and slipped her hand away before going inside.

Kendall stared down at his palm for a while, feeling her warmth still linger.

Now it was Sonnie’s turn to be in the bathroom. She cleaned up the small smudges of mascara that made tracts on her cheeks and marveled at the gorgeous tiling made with white Italian marble and gold flecks. As she was about to head back down to the patio, her phone began to buzz in her pocket. It was ivy.

“Hey!! Did you see my text?!” Sonnie asked in a hushed tone.

“I did! Listen, I’m so happy for you. I think it’s amazing Kendall wanted to hire you full time… but I just..” Sonnie could hear the concern in Ivy’s voice. “I’m worried about how quickly things are happening. I would be cautious…”

“Oh I am!!”

“Sonnie, I don’t think I need to remind you Kendall Roy’s entire family is literally worth 25 billion dollars. And that’s just networth… I worry what kind of power comes with that.”

Ivy paused before saying, “I love you and don’t want to rain on your parade. Just please be cautious with them. God forbid something happens—“

“Like what?”

“I don’t know… something… he has endless money and lawyers at his disposal.” Sonnie thought about this.

“You’re right.”

“I love You. I'm just looking out for you. But I think this will be a great opportunity for you if all goes well!!”

“Thanks, Ivy.. I always appreciate you. You’re right. I’ll keep alert!” For a moment, Sonnie thought she heard footsteps “I gotta go—“ and she quickly hung up the phone. She opened the bathroom door and saw Kendall standing there, ready to knock.

“Oh shit— sorry I was just going to check on you cause you were feeling a lot of feelings before.”

“I’m okay now, thank you.” She smiled.

“Well listen, I moved some things around and turns out I can make it to your lunch with Jess, so long as you don’t mind me crashing it.”

“Of course not!” She smiled.

“Great, can you call the car and tell him to be here ASAP? I’m just gonna change really fast. I’ll be down in 15,” he handed Sonnie a sticky note with a phone number on it before continuing down the hall to what she assumed was the bedroom.

She dialed the number, and told the car company Mr. Kendall Roy was requesting a pick up at his ex-wife’s apartment for lunch at Karma Sushi, and that he wanted the car to be here in 15 minutes. The polite man on the phone named Phil told her he would be there in 10 and she wandered over to the staircase, found herself on the chair downstairs, and waited.

After several minutes, Kendall reappeared wearing a salmon-colored linen shirt and cream-colored linen pants.

“Ready?” He asked from the top of the staircase. Sonnie’s big brown eyes looked up at Kendall as he descended from the second floor.

“Absolutely!” Sonnie practically leaped off of the chair and hurried to the elevator, Kendall trailing behind her with lust on his skin.

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Karma was bougie as hell. Sonnie had heard about this sushi place as being one of the top omakese places in the U.S. and she couldn’t believe that they were waltzing in, no reservation.

As they made their way to the hostess stand, Sonnie approached first, smiling at the woman behind the podium. Kendall came up right behind Sonnie, his chest brushing her back every so slightly. “Table for 3?” He asked while placing a hand on Sonnie’s shoulder. She jolted subtly and then relaxed again.

“Of course,” the woman said as she gathered menus. “Right this way, Mr. Roy.” She began leading the two through a labyrinthine of tables, Kendall’s hand still on Sonnie’s shoulder as he guided her from behind.

The hostess picked a gorgeous table that overlooked the restaurant’s Japanese tea garden. Kendall took the cowboy seat while asking the hostess to bring over a scorpion bowl. Sonnie sat on his left while they waited for Jess and the drink.

“Have you been here before?” Kendall asked as he watched Sonnie’s eyes dance with delight at the beautiful interior of Karma. He knew she never had been to a place like this but was addicted to seeing the gratitude she bore in her eyes. It was a new drug.

“No!! This is so cool!” She was ecstatic. It didn’t take much to impress her, which was a welcome and nice change of pace for Kendall. The two heard a dull crackling and looked over to see a giant scorpion bowl coming their way. Sonnie looked at Kendall surprised. “Did I not notice when you ordered this?” She laughed.

He nodded. “No, you were taking it all in.” The wait staff placed the massive cocktail between the two and asked if they were ready to order. Kendall declined and said they were still deciding.

When the waiter left, Kendall smiled at the silly straws that came with the bowl and slid one towards Sonnie as she eyeballed the flaming white rum shot in the center.

“Drink up!”

She giggled, “Why do I feel like I’m partying more than working?”

“You stick with me, and life will always be a party.” The two laughed, but Sonnie could tell Kendall was not joking. Far from it. “You better drink that shot.” Kendall’s eyes darkened.

“Which one?” Sonnie asked, playing dumb.

“The one on fire?” He stated plainly.

“Kendall I’m gonna be so tipsy if we keep this up!” She said with a grin, but sonnie’s eyes look at Kendall timidly.

“Loosen up, and just enjoy the ride.” He put a straw in his mouth and took a long sip.

“Sorry I’m late—“ Jess breathed as she appeared through the crowded restaurant. She sat herself on the right side of Kendall, holding a big Manila folder. She looked at the scorpion bowl and gave Kendall a nervous look.

“What’s with the stank face?” He asked. The fire in the center of the scorpion bowl fizzled out.

“Nothing,” She looked at Sonnie and smiled. “I have your contract ready for you Miss Gold, congrats on the full-time offer!”

Sonnie slurped dark rum through a comedically long, swirly straw, and extended her hand across the table.

“Thank you for believing me!” She said with the straw in her teeth. Jess shook her hand, and again glanced at Kendall. He was staring at Sonnie, who had stopped drinking from the scorpion bowl and had a drop of rum on her lip. Her small tongue peaked through her mouth and licked the alcohol droplet away.

“Miss Gold?” He asked while holding his hand out to Jess. He maintained eye contact with Sonnie, not breaking her gaze as Jess handed him a contract with a pen clipped to the top. “I believe you need to sign this puppy and take that shot.” He pointed to the center of the scorpion bowl. Sonnie was feeling borderline drunk at this point. She has a small breakfast, three glasses of champagne, and now some scorpion bowl.

“If-if you need me to do work for the rest of the day I better stop drinking now,” she tittered. He smirked at her.

“Well, what if I wanted to pay you to party today instead? Huh?”

“Kendall—“ Jess cautioned. He ignored Jess and held up his hand to silence her. She looked down at her lap. Sonnie glanced between the two of them.

“Look at me,” he said. Sonnie immediately snapped her attention to him. He liked that she listened to him.

“Sign this.” He said while sliding the contract to her. His rounded eyes were feral, excited.

Maybe it was the alcohol dictating her actions, but Sonnie didn’t bother reading the fine print. She signed, like a good girl.

“Great. Now, since you’re an official full-time employee, it’s party time!” He nudged the scorpion bowl closer to Sonnie. “Drink,” he commanded. Sonnie stuck the end of her straw into the center shot, and drank. Kendall smiled. “Good,” And began slurping out of his straw. “Want some Jess?” He asked. She shook her head. “No, thanks. I was going to go through your packet Sonnie but—“

“No! Please do! I have so many questions.”

Jess was surprised by this. Despite the slight slur in Sonnie’s words, she was eager to learn, drunk or not.

“Okay… well— first let’s get you some water. And food…” Jess flagged down the waiter and asked for water for the table. Kendall chimed in, ordering a specific tasting menu for the three of them, costing $800.00 a pop. Sonnie attempted to protest but Kendall wouldn’t allow it. After all, it was business lunch they were going to expense. Sonnie was not used to this lifestyle; and felt an intense feeling of guilt swirl with the alcohol in her stomach.

Kendall continued to suck down the scorpion, passing it to Sonnie after each long sip, wanting her to be tit-for-tat with him. By the time they finished the first bowl, Kendall was on to the next.

“Seriously Kendall, cool it,” Jess warned. “Ohhhhh we have a party pooper over here!” Kendall chucked.

Sonnie was giggling wildly, it sounded like flicking an empty wine glass. Kendall loved it. It rang in his ears at an intoxicating volume.

The second scorpion bowl came over ready to sting, as well as the first course of the omakase. Sonnie reached across the table to grab the funky straw and started drinking the next bowl. Kendall was incredibly amused.

“Maybe eat something first,” Jess warned as she tried to pull the bowl away from Sonnie, the now drunk intern— er… PR consultant. Kendall grabbed the bowl and glared at Jess, pushing it back to Sonnie.

“I’ll eat something if Kendall does the middle shot,” Sonnie smirked.

Kendall turned to look at her, raising a brow.“Are you challenging me?” He questioned with humor. “Me? I’ve been drinking since you were in diapers, honey.” He grabbed Sonnie’s straw, the one she had been drinking out of despite there being two other unused straws, and stuck the end of it into the middle shot. He drank the flaming liquor, watching Sonnie the entire time. Blush began to rise to her cheeks and Kendall’s gaze began heating up.

“Okay, I see that this isn’t going to be productive…” Jess sighed, her brows meshed together angrily. She began eating the nigiri, deciding to let the other two dictate the lunch as they saw fit.

Kendall finished the shot and pushed a plate of nigiri to Sonnie.

“Eat,” he commanded. She obliged. And god, did he love when she obliged. She ate the nigiri as instructed, and Kendall did the same.

Jess started feeling uncomfortable. She could sense the tension between the two and decided she was happy to be quitting soon. All of this would no longer be her problem if she played her cards right and left at the right time.

The second course came, some salmon sashimi, and Kendall grabbed Sonnie's plate, looking at her hungrily. She squinted her eyes at him, confused by the gesture.

“Eat.” He commanded again, sliding the plate to her. She looked at Kendall, her face flushing. Her gaze darted back and forth, looking at Kendall’s left and right eye. She grabbed her chopsticks and ate the piece of meat. He chewed on the inside of his cheek out of want. He fucking loved that she listened to him. Ate when he asked, drank when he asked. It was numbing, intoxicating, a huge rush.

“Okay… Sonnie?” Jess began standing up and grabbing her stuff. “Why don’t we meet up later to discuss the contents of the packet.” Kendall didn’t stop her, he waved her off, hoping she would leave.

“Oh, Jess! I’m sorry I-“

“Don’t apologize to her Sonnie, you’re having fun with me,” He boasted. He looked at Jess and narrowed his eyes while maintaining a smile. “Sonnie’ll see you tomorrow in regards to onboarding.” He waved her off, meshed his fingers together, and rested his chin on the cradle he created from his digits. He looked at Sonnie intently.

“I’m gonna run to the bathroom really fast,” Sonnie blurted before making her way to the restroom.

Jess and Kendall glared at each other.

“What the fuck, Kendall?” She asked in a hushed tone, sitting back down. “Sonnie is like, 3 sheets to the wind right now. And you’re practically eye-fucking her.”

Kendall’s face twisted into a sick grin. “Mind your business.”

“You hired ME to mind your business. This is a fucking lawsuit waiting to happen!”

“Will you relax? Nothing is happening. It’s just two coworkers getting a drink and talking shop.”

“But it’s NOT two coworkers. It’s an almost 40-year-old man flirting with his fucking 23-year-old intern—“

“She’s 25 and not an intern.”

“Whatever Kendall. Do what you want. I’m just trying to look out for you.”

“ I ‘preciate it, but it’s not necessary. Sonnie and I are just fine.”

“Perfect.” Jess blew air out of her mouth, pissed.

“She’s probably throwing up in the bathroom as we speak.”

Sonnie was not throwing up in the bathroom. She was calling her friend Ivy.

“Ivy, is now a bad time?”

“For you Sonnie, NEVER. Let me just tell my shift supervisor I’m stepping out really quick….” Sonnie swallowed the rising alcohol in her throat and cupped her hand under the water faucet to lap up some water. “What’s up?”

“I… need advice about this…situation.”

“What's going on, Sonnie?” Ivy askeddeeply concerned.

“Now… I want to reiterate I love Alec. Well, I think I do. I mean… we’ve been together for three months now and he’s really sweet but… I think my boss wants to fuck me-“

“What?!”

“And I kind of want to…fuck Kendall.”

“Sonnie… are you drunk? You sound drunk”

“Yeah…”

“Kendall got you drunk on your first day?”

“…yeah”

“Sonnie… are you safe? Do you need me to come get you?”

“I’m fine! I just—“

“Do NOT fuck him. Do not Sonnie. I know you want to but it’s the booze and the power he has. Don’t do it. Plus think of Alec! You can’t do that to him…I’m checking your location and I’m coming now…”

“No Ivy—“

“Sonnie, you’re at Karma Sushi? Holy shit. How much does that cost?!”

“…800$ per person.”

“PER PERSON?!”

“Yeah.”

“Jesus… okay. Well, I’m coming. And I may have some choice words for Kendall.”

“Ivy… don’t. I’m okay. But wow...I like Alec a lot, and I will of course be faithful to him…but Kendall though is very, very hot.”

“He’s dangerous too Sonnie. I mean… fuck did he really drop 800$ on you?”

“And bought me a 1,600$ phone.”

“WHAT?!”

“And is going to pay me $85,000 a year. So I can afford my student loan payments—“ she paused, her throat closed. “Fuck,” she started to cry.

“Sonnie…”

“I’m really drunk and so many good things are happening but I’m wo-worried.” She hiccuped.

“About what?”

“I don’t know… it’s scary he’s in a huge position of power, like you said. And I know that. I know he is… and I just started dating Alec and I really see a lot of potential for us… I dont’ want to screw that up. But…”

“But?!” Ivy asked.

Jess came into the bathroom and Sonnie hung up the phone immediately.

“Hey, you alright? You’ve been in here awhile.”

“Oh! Yeah, sorry just got a call from my friend.” Sonnie sniffled. Jess looked at her skeptically.

“Fun first day, huh?”

“Yeah, Kendall is a very cool boss.” Sonnie avoided eye contact and scrambled for her purse.

Jess gently grabbed Sonnie's elbow. She glanced down at Jess’s hand and back into her dark eyes. “If you need anything, at all, ever, you can call me.” Jess reached into her pocket and pressed a business card into Sonnie’s palm. “Anything.”

“Thank you,” Sonnie smiled weakly. Considering this was the second person to not so subtly warn her about Kendall, Sonnie began to wonder if it was a good idea to work for him.

“Let’s get you some more food, yeah?” Jess linked arms with Sonnie and the pair headed back to the table.

Kendall looked impatient and was already nursing a third scorpion bowl with a scowl before Sonnie and Jess came into view. He beamed, a smile spreading wide on his face as the pair found themselves back at the table. Sonnie sat back down, eyeballing the 4 additional plates at her table setting. Jess remained standing.

“Well Ken, I'm heading out so I’ll see you tomorrow. Yeah?” Jess asked. She turned and left before he could respond.

Kendall kept his gaze fixated on Sonnie.“You alright?” He asked.

“Yeah, sorry. Everything’s good!”

“Good,” Kendall pushed the four plates of nigiri and sashimi to her. He grinned. “Eat.” She smiled, feeling warmth radiating between her legs. She grabbed her chopsticks and Kendall held up his hand.

“No,” he grabbed his chopsticks and picked up a piece of fish. He held it out to her. “Eat.” He insisted. She looked between him and the sushi. The alcohol and desire began to take the wheel. It was shocking and invigorating for him to want her to wrap her lips around the fish. She knew this was crossing a line, and that if Alec had done something like this, she would feel insecure. But this was Kendall Roy…and Sonnie did not want to disappoint such a sexy and generous man. She slowly, delicately, opened her mouth and received the plump piece of pink tuna. Her thighs began to burn under the table. She chewed and Kendall took a sip from bowl #3. He picked up the next fish and held it out to her. She ate it willingly. Then the third, then the fourth.“I like this game,” he said once she was done eating. Sonnie blushed madly. “So, what do you say we finish up here and we go run an errand?”

Sonnie’s phone was violently vibrating in her pocket.

“I-I’m— what sort of errand?” Kendall pushed bowl #3 to Sonnie. “Drink,”And she did, and of course, Kendall fucking loved it. He felt a tightness in his boxer briefs and pulled at the legs of his pants. Sonnie kept slurping until her vision began to double slightly.

“Ke-Ken I don’t know if I can do any crazy errands.” He snickered. “Relax, it’s not actually an errand.” He waved down the busboy and told him to grab the check and clear the table. Kendall eyeballed the last of the scorpion bowl and polished it off before the busboy grabbed it and disappeared.

Sonnie snatched her water cup and began drinking big gulps before Kendall laughed. She put the cup down and looked at him confused before he reached across the table and placed his pointer finger under Sonnie's chin. Her face was boiling. She held her breath, eyes darting between his. He could not stop smiling.

“W-what—“ his thumb brushed a piece of rice off of the top of her lip, and he chuckled, “Cute.”

As the bill was being paid, Sonnie felt a pang of guilt in her stomach and texted Alec under the table.

“First day with Kendall--” sonnie backspaced the name and changed it to “Mr. Roy. He is very cool! I am going to see if he can get Con’s autograph for your parents.”

Kendall signed the bill and ushered for Sonnie to stand with him. The pair, drunk as a skunk, began to make their way to the car. Kendall draped his arm around Sonnie’s shoulders as they exited the restaurant. She shuttered into his warm touch.

Fuck... she thought to herself. I shouldn’t like this! She imagined Alec working so hard at the hospital and her stomach dropped.

Kendall squeezed her shoulder and she yelped.

“So what are we doing?” Sonnie asked, changing the subject as Phil opened the door to the black sedan for her. She slid into the right side of the car and Kendall came in afterward.

“Phil, Houseplant.”

“Yessir.”

“House plant?” Sonnie asked. Kendall grinned. “You’ll see.” Phil drove just a few blocks before pulling into a spot on the curb. He exited the car without a word and entered an unmarked building.

“Is this the errand?” Sonnie asked while digging into her pocket for her phone which had not stopped vibrating since she left the bathroom.

“Sure is!” Kendall watched as Sonnie typed a text out, quickly. “Who’s that?”

“My roommate just wanted to know how my first day was going!” She lied.

“You’re not gay, are you?” He asked without discretion.

“What? No! This is legit just my roommate.”

“Hey, nothing wrong with being gay, was just wondering since you mentioned not having a boyfriend.”

She laughed nervously “I already said she was my roommate. We are best friends” Sonnie said. “But I do have a boyfriend…”

Kendall snapped his head in her direction. “oh...uh, what?”

“Yeah, His name is Alec. We met a few months ago through a friend in my grad program!”

Moments later, Phil came out of the building holding a brown bag. He re-entered the vehicle and passed the bag to Kendall. Sonnie’s phone buzzed with a response.

“You’re the best, babe!” Alec typed. Kendall’s eyes watched her phone, his face was calm but his eyes were hot with anger.

[highdio]

can you explain how over heaven gets dio wrong? i'd love to get your thoughts on that

LOL anon I'm already in trouble for not posting a full meta on this, there's so much wrong with Over Heaven that it's an extremely heavy lift to break it all down. But here's two of the light novel's big Fails:

1. Over Heaven's Dio sees women as either 'holy women' or wicked whores, the textbook caricature of a misogynist. Canon Dio didn't have this hang-up and it's an ugly personaility trait to just invent out of nowhere. Nisioisin did this because without writing his fake Dio as a raving misogynist he couldn't take the plot anywhere, he needs the misogyny specifically to fetishize Dio's mother's death.

2. The narrative structure of Over Heaven is backward-looking. (SPOILERS) The last scene is your stereotypical "return to the womb" sequence, with Erina (which Dio hallucinates as his mom because all “holy women” in Over Heaven are Dio’s mom) enclosing Dio into the dark enclosure of the 'coffin.’

Great if you believe Dio's a character who longs to go backward to the extent where he wasn't even born. Ofc this contradicts canon Dio, who Araki writes as moving ever forward, to a fault: transcending humanity, killing (both) his father(s), discarding old bodily forms through the processes of resurrection and reinvention. tl;dr, Dio's one of the least backward-looking character I can think of. It's intentional on Araki's part since Dio stands in opposition to the Joestar family values of bloodline, heritage and tradition. Someone should have clued Nisioisin in on this.

I guess if I were feeling generous, I could view Over Heaven as some sort of thought experiment: why would someone who clearly isn't Dio do some of the things that Dio did?

Because the traits Nisioisin assigns his version of Dio - anxiety, regret, maudlin sentimentality toward the past, a misogynistic worldview, a man who deeply abides the societal concept of nobility - just aren't Dio. In fact, they're the opposite of Dio. Which means that somehow Nisioisin managed to write a sort of anti-Dio in a book that’s not just about Dio but passes itself off as a private journal written by Dio.

It's almost too much fail in one book for me to wrap my mind around.

[keii-starz]

answer any or all I wanna know more about you 👁️👁️

Do you have freckles? 

 Do you drink tea or coffee? How do you take it? 

What was the last song you listened to? 

Do you sleep on your back, stomach or side? 

Do you sleep with a stuffed animal? 

Do you prefer drawing or writing? 

What’s your ideal number of blankets to sleep with? 

What’s your favorite band/artist? 

When is your birthday? 

How tall are you? 

What color are your eyes? 

Who are five (or more) people you want to hug right now? 

Fears? 

What’s your favorite color? 

What’s your favorite season? 

Want any tattoos? What of? 

Want any piercings? Where? 

Who is the last person you texted? 

Do you have a best friend? How long have you been friends? 

What/who do you miss? 

How was your day today? 

How much sleep did you get last night? 

Do you believe in aliens? 

When was the last time you cried? Why? 

What’s your favorite decade? 

What are some seemingly childish things you like? 

What’s your favorite book? Or just one you’ve read a few times? 

How are you, really? 

Does it take you a long time to make decisions? 

What are you looking forward to in the near future? 

What are you looking forward to in the distant future? 

If you could go anywhere right now, where would you go? 

Do you sleep with your door open or closed? 

What’s your favorite flower? 

Do you currently have a squish? 

Do you like your middle name? 

Do you prefer dogs or cats? 

Do you have any phobias? 

Do you stay up late?

Do you like the beach? Do you prefer it sunny or cloudy? 

What’s your favorite cartoon? 

Tag 5 of your favorite blogs

Do you have siblings? How many? 

Who was the last person you said “I love you” to? 

Is there anyone you would die for? 

What do you need when you’re sad? 

Have you memorized your phone number? 

Who’s someone you can trust with your life? 

What does your last text say? 

Wild Card. Any question, ask away. 

1. I wish (no) 😔

2. I drink both!!! but I don't drink coffee that often, and when I do, it's only if it has milk and sugar in it! when I drink tea, I usually drink milk tea, or I add milk to my matcha tea, but sometimes I just drink regular tea!

3. DAYDREAM by HIGHLIGHT!!!

4. I sleep on my back, but I actually prefer sleeping on my side!! I just dont sleep on my side most of the time because I sleep with headphones on, and its kinda uncomfortable sleeping on my side with headphones on

5. yes!! my little teddy bear that I got from my bestie!!! I named him lucy

6. hmm I love both a lot, but I'd say drawing!

7. ummm it doesn't really matter for me but I'll say teo because of my blanket I've had since childhood (its too small to cover me now so ofc I have to use another blanket)

8. hmm for band, it'd be LUCY!!! (K-band) I think the violin in their music makes their songs sound even nicer! but my fav part is obv sangyeop's soft voice :3

but for artists in general...hmm there's quite a few, so I'll name them by language! 1. CRAVITY (korean boy group), ZICO (korean soloist, k-hiphop), COLDE (korean soloist, k-r&b), 2. yoh kamiyama (japanese), TUYU (japanese band), 3. jeremy zucker, suggi (english)

9. february 11!

14. sage green!!

15. autumn! not too cold or hot, and not as much bugs!

19. I do! we've been friends since 4th grade!

21. it was great!!! I had so much fun and got to eat a lot of good food!!

24. sometime last week, I think tuesday..I think it had smth to do with my insecurities or like. how I keep getting the feeling I'm not wanted

28. my mental and physical states both suck a ton, but since I've returned home for spring break, im trying to convince myself to not worry about anything and just think of this as a lil vacation just until this is over

31. im definitely looking forward to moving out of my mom's house or just not staying with my family in general...I want to get an apartment where I feel relaxed at when I turn into an adult

32. if I could go anywhere right now...I would probably go to my aunt's house in florida..tbh, I wouldn't say her cooking's (sorry auntie 😔) the best, but I'd probably feel way...calmer? there and less likely to cry so often

34. my favorite flower is the star of bethlehem!!! it's really really pretty!!! im pretty sure it's a poisonous flower tho lol

39. all the time 😊

42. I prefer cloudy days! sunny days are nice, but I don't like getting the sun in my eyes very much, plus the sky is prettier with clouds :3

44. 5 of my fav blogs: @azulashengrottospiano @dove-da-birb @twistwonderlanddevotee @alexisomnias @l7k-a

45. I have 2 siblings! an older brother and younger sister, who is the youngest, but if I didn't tell u this and you met us both irl, you'd probably think shes the older one based on height and personality lol

47. I would die for any of my friends in a heartbeat

48. music!!! I CANNOT go without my music I tell u!!!

49. nope!!! you see, my phone doesn't tell me my phone number, so I always have to ask other people what it is 😐 (my other phone did tho)

50. uhhh hmmm this one is really hard bcuz I don't think I know anyone irl who I can trust with my life but probably...no one..?

[non-un-topo]

13 Books Tag Game

Was tagged by @disregardandfelicity Thank you! This is really getting me back into the spirit of reading. I needed this <3

1) The last book I read:

Coma by Alex Garland. I love him as a director, and I just recently found out he's also written some books. It was fun and mind-bendy, sort of reminded me of the stuff I try to write. Also really fast. I think I finished it in one or two hours.

2) A book I recommend:

Moving Forward Sideways Like a Crab by Shani Mootoo. I recently formed a little book club around this book because I just think it's so special. And almost no one has heard of it, which is such a shame! Everything this author writes is just stunning. Heartbreaking, guttural, sometimes disturbing, but always always stunning.

3) A book that I couldn’t put down:

Pillars of Light by Jane Johnson. Became one of my all-time favourites almost immediately, and I plowed right through it. I've been itching to read it again, actually. Oh, John the sad gay foundling, I miss reading from your pov...

4) A book I’ve read twice (or more):

For some reason I've read Room by Emma Donoghue twice. I wouldn't be able to stomach it now, but I guess it did something for me at the time. If anything, it's a fast read once you get used to the five year old's voice.

5) A book on my TBR:

So, soooo many... After the book I'm currently reading, I was hoping to pick up White Noise by Don DeLillo or Foe by Iain Reid.

6) A book I’ve put down:

Cloud Atlas, for now. Just sort of fell out of it by accident.

7) A book on my wish list:

And Then She Fell by Alicia Elliott. I've read her other book, A Mind Spread Out on the Ground, and I genuinely think it's one of those must-reads for any Canadian (or non-Canadian) interested in Indigenous lit.

8) A favorite book from childhood:

I was partial to The Spiderwick Chronicles. In earlier childhood, though, it was The BFG by Roald Dahl.

9) A book you would give to a friend:

The Solitude of Prime Numbers by Paolo Giordano. I know what you're thinking --- kind of a depressing book to give to a friend. And yes, it is depressing and very rough. But it opened something in my heart, idk. I felt comforted by it. I would also give a friend The Bonesetter's Daughter by Amy Tan. Basically, books that have made me cry and hug them after I finished them.

10) A book of poetry or lyrics that you own

Can't remember the titles off the top of my head, but I have some Neruda. My partner is the poetry reader.

11) A nonfiction book you own:

Oh, sooooo many. I used to only read non-fiction for the longest time. But I'll go with the one that makes me look the most pretentious: Gender Trouble by Judith Butler. Found in the special little book sale room at the library I work at.

12) What are you currently reading:

The Kite Runner, for the first time. It's as gorgeous and heartbreaking as promised.

13) What are you planning on reading next?

Essex Dogs by Dan Jones. I bought a copy last year, got a few chapters in, then gave it to my dad for Christmas because we're big Dan Jones fans and I couldn't find another copy anywhere. I waited months for my new copy, so I have to read it now!

Hmm, tagging @spacegirlsgang @raedear @captainshakespear @maddielle @polarcell @knoepfchen but no pressure ofc