#so ofc she's banging the dream dude

[bhaael]

nova absolutely fucked the emperor. tentacles and all.

[gaming-thoughts-by-an-idiot]

Him, a durge: have I been this way before?

Me: yes, bcuz you're gay

"Savastations gotta love mah savastationss"

"My man is actually really pretty"

"How do I manage to make them so pretty"

"Telling her to LEAVE?? IN THIS ECONOMY??"

"Come onnn, I've reloaded 5 times already, get a 15 u piece of- ah thank YOU ugh"

"Yeeesss, Astarion, u need to love me so I can bang you"

Gale: weave save me, I can't take much longer

Me: it's cuz im playing on normal

"The gang die so fast, gheez"

"Can't these stupid gnolls die?"

'You party has been defeated' "ofc they have, pussies"

"Reload again...🙃"

"Wish I had the arrow of many targets"

Astarion: EAT THIS!

Narrator: she is still ravenous, her mind is a hungry pit. The flesh of her pack wasn't enough to satisfy her.

Me: it is very hard to satisfy women sometimes

"I WILL make her eat herself (bowchickabowow), no matter how many times I gotta reload, I will."

"Command her to eat herself... something something solo activities and a flexible body"

"I'm still upset my buddy pronounced his name as Dad...e >:( it is Da-De, not dad🤨 pressure on the first and last D"

"Astarion and Gale is happy I made her eat herself, nasty men"

"My character haven't met the dream visitor yet, and imagine the confusion of suddenly hearing a voice telling u to eat the tadpoles, like I'd never"

"Srly? I can't move there cuz there's a CRATE in the way? What is this? Sims??"

"Omg lion king"

"One day Astarion... all this will be yours"

"Oh my god I'm inside him"

"Hehe"

"This looks so romantic... Dade is gonna go on his knees"

"Asdfghjkl, I took off Astarion's clothes"

"He's just staring at Astarion's wobbly dick"

"Excuse me??? Why does my dude look like he got bark on his back"

[feuqueerfire]

Bloodhounds Live Blogging

I've mostly been watching non-BL kdramas from 2019-2022, so I thought I'd give something recent a try! The whole series dropped yesterday and it's apparently action filmed + good bromance, so this'll be my weekend binge for now

Ep 1 (Jun 10)

Dec 2020

I can't remember having watched many boxing shows/movies before, maybe the Shark: The Movie with Wi Hajoon but I can't even remember if that was boxing or something else

oh yeah fuck I was so focused on the other aspects of the show, I forgot that the main characters have debt apparently agh it's so

ew Suju Siwon

damn, this loan shark really lending them 100 billion won for this hotel, that's wild

the loanshark mans has a scar on his face that he hides with makeup

boxer name: Kim Gunwoo (more like Geonwoo tbh)

oh lol that win was Hong Woojin's imagination? and then he calls Geonwoo a name and gets knocked down as his plan backfires pls

fun Woojin vs Geonwoo fight

ohhh I checked MDL and the main duo is Geonwoo and Woojin?

heh Geonwoo is so endearing with his calm and no-nonsense, serious answers

plsss the way their dynamic is switching when we figure out Geonwoo is 2 years younger than Woojin and then changing again when Geonwoo served the marines earlier? or higher status in some way. a sunbae

pls earnest, honest Geonwoo keeps falling for Woojin's lies every 3 minutes T.T

ahhh these loanshark fuckers going around offering to every store owner - anyway, I know Geonwoo's mother missed reading something in the fine print bc it was mentioned on a reddit on-air thread commend

oh? who's the woman with the tazer and the man who was "a fake" being chased?

ah, so this old man does interest-free loans and tazer girl works for him

these loan shark fuckers are sooooo >:(((( die die die

ohhh that scar on their face is like a gang tattoo?

I love how earnest Geonwoo is while still being serious and a bit naive and optimistic and just cute :> Though he's gonna have to change now that he's been pulled into such violence.

Ep 2 (Jun 11)

these loanshark fucks

D: Woojin trying to get a loan for Geonwoo T.T plsss

oh they have to work as bloodhounds? meaning they're also gonna be loanshark types? - oh they left but why's the title bloodhounds then, will they have to come back?

ohh Woojin taking the disrespect at the beginning of the meeting but being intimidating and giving a same slap back at the end ah

is this an Apple ad lol

ah so that's how Geonwoo and the woman's story connect - the guy who she's chasing is getting loans using homeless people and giving the money to Smile Capital glasses guy

Dream On Capital guy - is he familiar to us or no?

ohh is Chairman Bang the dude with the wheelchair? or is that Mr. Choi? anyway, are they gonna be the bodyguards that the man was looking for?

ah sucks so bad that when searching for loans, they keep being offered loan collector positions

ah security job

so indeed the man is Mr Choi

dang, interesting that Geonwoo is telling his mother he got all the money and how because I feel like a different character would hide it and pay it off in secret. he might've done the same thing if he was working as a debt collector or something instead of security though

Siwon's character from earlier who is apparently a well-connect chaebol with his cop cousin + the loan shark hm what's gonna happen - what's up with getting the loan shark drunk lol

ohh I don't remember this loanshark man calling himself Chairman Bang but I guess he did so in ep 1? so he's masquerading. also I wonder if Mr. Choi himself is just Chairman Bang lol like only Mr. Choi knows who Chairman Bang is + he looks around 60 which is supposed to be his age

ah Siwon's character's name is Beom

plssss Woojin lying in front of Mr. Choi, he has become an actor

damn, another interview step

broooooo just insane amounts of money but also don't pull it all out

ah, they have found the common enemy (Smile Capital)

ofc Geonwoo wouldn't be able to stay still while an old homeless man is beaten up

Ep 3 (Jun 11)

cruel or heatless or cold woman vs upstanding empathetic man ah - although I wish I liked her acting better? the character doesn't feel natural for her idk

plss their excitement at getting rehired T.T

her calling them oppa surprised e fr

Mr. Choi definitely knows the Chairman Bang poser who has the cut on the side of his face - oh mans name is Kim Myeong-gil

ah trio friends now

ohh the loan sharks investing in that hotel are gonna make illegal gambling take place in the casino at the top of the hotel -> send evidence to police -> hotel in ruins -> loan sharks will take over hotel

damn they're beating up Siwon's character just to scare him or what? oh nvm Smile Capital ppl here

damn I wasn't expecting such brutal torture scenes

and now blackmail material by making him strip down?

oh, seems like some of the people in Smile Capital (including CEO) actually worked for Mr. Choi back when he was a loan shark

goddamn so that's how Kim Myeong-gil got the scar on his face and Mr. Choi became disabled

just straight-up bars of gold lol

Myeong-gil is being real or tricking Beom with this trust and sweet talk about him being his donsaeng?

goddamn this crowd of people

I saw a gif where Geonwoo was waiting for some operation to be successful on Woojin or something, will that be due to this fight?

Ep 4 (Jun 11)

oh nooo he's going to Geonwoo's mother

wait, who is this who's stopping them from taking the mother? someone Mr. Choi called right but like who?

oh actually the boss called this man who went to where the fight happened but who was the one who rescued the mother?

oh sashimi knife - that sushi restaurant from before - he's the one who saved Geonwoo's mom

ah the 5 knifers - when those 2 talked about avenging their boys, they mean the 3 knifers the Kim Myeon-gil managed to kill - Lee Du-yeong and Hwang Yang-jung

they ate all the fucking rolled omelets without leaving any for the others? die fuckers

who's spying on the trio going to transfer money? it's probably the smile capital driver dude but somehow it also looks a bit like the knife to me oof

oh noooo yeah it's the driver dude and he got her while the big Beom dude is going to the duo

ah fuck they're sending so many people to capture the trio

damn bruh not a car chase but fucking car crashes

no Geonwoo don't get outtttttt

beat them with bars of gold lesgo lmao

pls their slow jogging with the gold bags T.T

Ep 5 (Jun 11)

okay at least they dropped the gold bag and several boxes bc indeed their lives are worth more + they got most of the money

the big plans of Myeong-gil and his men vs Mr. Choi and his knifers are fun, moreso than the trio because the trio often involves just fighting and some bickering whereas the big players have planning and intrigue and history

ah Mr. Choi offering him an out

lol the knifers and trio convo is so cute and endearing

lol yknow I did think that Hyunju and the biker knifer looked kinda similar so for them to also say it was like lol

wait, why'd Beom just fuck up those people? why mad?

he declined his wife's call? bro are you gonna fucking die? we first saw him while he was in bed with his wife too so

oh he for real slayed Junmin's throat - ngl I didn't fully get what their next step was, like, did they kill him just because he was the one going around intimidating people and stuff?

oh so they're killing Junmin and capturing Im Jangdo driver mans? I remember they said something about getting them to point to dead bodies or something

omg torture scenes D: sanding someone's thing and then using saltwater

Mr Choi got Jangdo to talk

are phones trackable or not? they're keeping Jangdo's phone but can they be found out through that

oh damn Jangdo also saying Myeong-gil and In-Beom are like brothers, they've saved each other's lives before

Ep 6 (Jun 11)

Today's plan was to actually watch eps 2-5 but people say the show is soooo good until ep 6 and it's one of the better eps before ep 7-8 seem different (?), so I think I'll just watch this one too

damn they're using Siwon's dumbass character to track the knifers

D: boil body, grind them up and pour them into the ocean that's so disgusting

who's seung-duk

the way the knifers know of myeong-gil's preliminary plans with the casino but still don't know the extent of how terrible it is

Mr Choi is making vacation plans? dreams of going to Italy? bruh he's not gonna make it out alive, is he

not this happy times where everybody's chatting and drinking and feeling good, we're boutta see serious shit go down huh?

as expected, he's also gonna be a dad, ah my guy i can forsee your death so clearly

okay this young kid isn't Hyunju, right? because the story doesn't fit with her history

oh nvm it is indeed Hyunju

huh? Geonwoo's mother didn't take Mr. Choi's loans though, so

teary-eyed grateful Geonwoo ahh

pls Mr. Choi keeps having parallels with youth like learning what flex is from Hyunju and thanking Geonwoo for teaching him what youth is

ah fuck they've got Mr. Choi's address, it's starting. bro people are drunk and shit now, right?

oh wait they're found the biker knifer Duhyeong's address actually? is that where they tortured Jangdo?

naurrr this Dayoung and his wife scene T.T

let's go knife throwing

damn so fucking bloody

ah rip Duyeong having to sell out the other knifer

bro wtf do you mean someone might have seen the car? take a diff mean of transport then let's go public transit where they can't just pick you off

ah fuck sushi restaurant

oh noooo his apprentice is fucking dead in the room

this sense of foreboding is so

noooooooo Myeong-gil killed Duyeong and his wife after he got the info? D: nooo. I was like dang, it would've been good if Duyeong called Yungjung to warn him but alas he is dead

another hand-to-hand knife fight

ah fuck I can't believe Yungjung is also gonna dye so soon before the fight even reaches Mr. Choi

the knifers didn't get to avenge their 3 brother knifers T.T this is actually so fucking sad man

it's interesting that this whole show is so focused on the fight scenes and intensity but in this episode, we focus so much on the softness of everybody together and the leadup fights and deaths are also so quiet and mostly solitary, this is so fucked

like bruh Woojin's just chilling and having breakfast

these scenarios remind me so much of my recurring childhood nightmare of home invasion by gunda (thugs) and having to figure out how to escape and then being chased while you attempt ah fuck

ah at least Mr. Choi has overcome the hesitancy to shoot though the fact that his safe and everything is wide open is a lot

okay I know he doesn't die because there's some surgery thing later on that's at least successful or something

ah fuck this Beom motherfucker

it's actually crazy that these evil people are straight up just defeating them 75% in like not just "oh they're being cornered but will easily win" but like people are fucking dead like straight up the experienced, big players from this side are just gone

as is the money and the house is aflame

bro fuck Hyunju and Geonwoo coming home to see all this

oh my god I did not expect to get teary-eyed at Geonwoo begging to donate one more bag of blood for Woojin

Fave Ep of the show and just genuinely suchhhh a good episode in general. The humanity and serenity of it drove me to madness.

Ep 7 (Jun 12)

I watched less than 3 minutes of this during lunch and then went to take a little nap and now I'll finish this ep and then go to sleep. I'm just a sleepy guy

and she's gone, the result of Kim Sae Ron's DUI

ah, time-skipped to a healed Woojin

the young girl assigning who's gonna take the top bunk after taking a look at them is so T.T funny

fuckass Junmin lives but the knifers and Mr. Choi are dead how is that fairrrrrrr

I'd be more empathetic toward this man's heartbreak at Mr. Choi's death if he wasn't sleezy toward the woman earlier like yeah fucker, get scammed

I'd be more empathetic toward this character if it wasn't played by fuckass Siwon

won't yall get alcohol poisoning

idk if I'm supposed to be suspecting people of double-crossing or not like people give up info when interrogated but what if it's like Minbeom's brother in law is actually working for Myeong-gil or something, y'know?

Myeong-gil could just use data but sure yep, wifi

did he actually delete some instances of the video or no?

damn, they really did manage to destroy the hard drive just like that? would there not be backups?

are we supposed to know who Myeong-gil called at the end at the serious crimes division? somebody surprising?

I know what people mean by it's a different tone because this is less action-based and more like the shows I usually watch with the planning and secretly attacking rather than fights.

Ep 8 (Jun 13)

bruh ofc the first cop that the brother-in-law would tell about getting the list of victims would be in Myeong-gil's palm

oh fuck they found the place Mr. Choi's friend lived where Geonwoo and Woojin also lived for a bit?

fucking dark ass fight, can't see shit

bruh bad cop good a good view

oh my god they got the whole detective trio?

bro so the 2 male cops survived and my poor girl just straight up got ran over and died rip

oh i see she's in a coma

so we just won't know how they caught the sell-out cop? or we're just supposed to assume they got some info from the fish farm lol

why the fuck did you yell Myeong-gil's name, are you dumb

and then also dropped the knife? you dumb?

and Woojin had also dropped the taser? fr?

you're literally trying to just fuck up the man who killed and ruined hundreds and thousands of people, fuck your "I've become a bloodhound" i need you to straight up kill Myeong-gil or call the cops right now at least tf

well at least keep a couple gold bars for yourself too because you're the poor people who are supposed to be helped too btw lol

siwon playing a fuckass sympathetic kind character is so agh ew also why give him all the money to improve their company image or whatever agh rich ppl like why would you trust a cocky chaebol kid?

well at least they do get 2 gold bars = 1B won = ~1M USD each

Overall:

Good enough, especially the heart of episode 6 but not something I'll be thinking about at all. The characters didn't resonate a whole lot, this focused a lot on just fighting scenes (more than like strategizing, being clever, etc, which is usually what I'm a fan of), the defeat of the villains wasn't really satisfying at all - especially with how cruel episode 6 went down. Also, I don’t ship Geonwoo and Woojin, sadly.

Rating: 6.5/10

[limitless-rose]

Stray Kids as random side comments on my dream journal entries:

Prepare for a whole lot of nonsense. Though for some of these, writing the whole dream would have been funnier. Oh well. (also excuse my language, I don't mean to swear like a sailor every two sentences, that's just how I am 😔)

TW (just in anyyy case): mentions of guns, stunts, police force, smut, and ofc swearing

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.ೃ࿐ Bang Chan:

Meanwhile, back in the SUV, Chan tells me to sit in the back and lock the doors.

And then he pulls a gun out of nowhere and hands it over to me 'in case something happens'

And then he gets out of the car, I-

Like, sorry, what

W H A T

SIR, I'M REALLY MUCH MORE CONCERNED ABOUT YOU AND YOUR DYING FRIENDS IN THERE

idek how to shoot, what do you expect of me 😭

.ೃ࿐ Lee Know:

And then I teleported?? jumped?? FLEW?? all the way to my home's roof

LIKE EXCUSE ME WHAT THE FUCK

And then I jumped down from the roof to my balcony

Extreme parkour shit

btw it was like 4am

I DO STUNTS AND SHIT AT 4AM TO GET BACK TO MY ROOM, FFS NONI

(honorable mention, I once dreamt that Minho was standing in my balcony making out with a random girl and I was just staring from inside my room like 🧍‍♀️🥲 okay then...)

.ೃ࿐ Changbin:

So Hyunjin went to hide behind the fridge

And I was going to hide under the bed but they broke the door down before I could get all the way through

Thankfully they didn't find Hyunjin

bUT THEY FOUND ME

THEY FOUND MY SORRY FAT ASS UNDER THE BED

.ೃ࿐ Hyunjin:

So after getting in our hotel room, my ex went to the convenience store to grab some condoms

But unfortunately I woke up the moment he came back from the store and we didn't have sex 😒😒

EVEN MY DREAMS HATE ME ISTG 😭😭

STOP COCKBLOCKING YOURSELF NONI 😩

.ೃ࿐ Han:

*friend* was looking for a jacket

But for some reason the only ones in shock were for kids

So we sat at the candy store and ordered ice cream

Also he (the friend) had to take some medicine or smth

So then the barman took some herbal syrup or some shit like that and poured it all over his (the friend's) ice cream

.ೃ࿐ Felix:

And she defended me and somehow made them shut up

Bro I'm sad

Imagine having a sweet girlfriend who protects you from mean people's comments and opinions like that 😭😭

Why is my bi ass so single?

.ೃ࿐ Seungmin:

And as usual, the 5 of us got in the car and started driving while music was blasting

Bro, it was like a color changing car or smth

Bc istg, at first it was a red vintage looking cabriolet

And later it turned into a black SUV or something like that, idk anything about cars

Istg I can't comprehend this concept

Noni what are you making up again

(btw yes, that's the same dream as the Chan one)

.ೃ࿐ I.N:

Then, suddenly, a police car drove up to our house

And one of the dudes in the car pulls out one of these 📢📣???

WHAT THE FUCK ARE THEY CALLED??

(I later remembered they're called megaphone but at that moment I was confused)

And they YELLED at us that the house would be 'investigated'

aka THEY'D FUCKING BREAK IN AND ARREST ANYONE THEY SAW ON THE SPOT FOR NO DAMN REASON

(that's part of the Changbin dream)

[waynedunlaptheorgandonor]

so. that was some straight up horror movie shit, huh? for an episode with no daryl or princess i had a surprisingly good time

just gonna do a highlight reel bc it’s so very much past my bedtime

on mobile, can’t do a cut, sorry, etc

spoilers commencingggg

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now:

-HOW THE FUCK ARE THEY GONNA KILL OFF DUNCAN AND ELIJAH (and that one chick, agatha?) IN ONE FELL SWOOP, BUT THEN LET SKYRIM NPC ALDEN SURVIVE?

-that’s some straight up bullshit, man

-fun fact: i 110% forgot that skryim npc alden used to be a negan brony until he talked shit about it in front of negan lol

-anyway, just had to get that off my chest

-negan’s role this entire episode, and actually this entire season so far, is “character with common sense who has been dropped into a scenario where everyone around him is acting like a white person in a horror movie” and it’s very funny

-“so we’re just gonna go /towards/ the screaming, then?” i lol’d

-the cut scenes between Maggie & Others being stuck in a psychological horror film juxtaposed with Carol & The Girls being in a late 90s horse girl adventure movie was very funny

-some of maggie’s scenes straight up freaked me tf out tho, ngl. it felt like that one episode of black mirror, the title of which escapes me and i’m too lazy to look it up, but you know, the one with the people in animal masks chasing the lady?

-it’s actually gonna bother me if i don’t look it up, hold on

-white bear

-anyway

-my face was like this for a good half of the episode:

-the reapers are super fucked up, dude, they legit freak me out. i am looking forward to daryl meeting up with leah and having to be like “oh! so actually you’re an insane person! good to know!”

-the score for the reapers is really good, too. better than the whisperer’s score and that one slapped

-rosita and carol’s interaction was very nice because it was refreshing to have carol interact with other women on the show, and it was also very funny because the entire interaction amounted to: “so i’ve been having some fucked up dreams about abraham” “that sounds unpleasant” “yeah, i think they’re prophetic” “what’s the message?” “who knows? ¯\_(ツ)_/¯ idk why i told you that, lol, anyway, next topic”

-i’m sure that won’t become relevant later

-magna (i remembered her name) hugging carol and carol being like “literally what is happening?” was sweet

-i like, knew that they were gonna have to eat horse at some point, but having them bring the horses back to alexandria all triumphant and smiling, and then immediately cutting to carol slitting one of their throats and crying while covered in blood was -chefs kiss-

-the children were a fucking delight, ofc. hershel jr. is literally mini glenn, i can’t handle it. him and judith have great, adorable chemistry and i want them to be bffs

-(i like how they’re still giving rj one or two word lines bc he’s still a terrible child actor lol)

-did i hit all the parts i cared about?

-oh. i don’t care about gabriel that much (and kind of resent him bc i still don’t understand how rosita could be banging siddiq and then pick fucking gabriel over him, like wtf??) but him being like “god isn’t here anymore” and stabbing that guy was entertaining

-magna telling carol to not give kelly false hope and then carol immediately disregarding that and doing whatever the fuck she wants was very on brand

-anything else?

-probably, but my brain is fried and i’m p sure most of this review is gibberish as is, i don’t need to add any more to it

-i’m really digging s11 so far. gonna need me some princess to balance out the darylrrhea, tho i’m actually anticipating that to be juicy and since i’m avoiding all discourse i might be able to enjoy it anxiety free

-well

-anxiety limited

-i was also thinking about how carol still has leah’s knife. you think there might be a showdown between the two of them? or a “daryl has to pick who to save” sort of situation?

-don’t actually answer that, i don’t want to know

-but also 🤔

-i should really read through this and see if it makes any sense but i’m not gonna. sorry ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

k the end, bye,

-diz

p.s. are they gonna keep dropping episodes a full week in advance? i wasn’t expecting this one to drop today. i saw an article on my fucking chrome homepage (bc ofc i did), otherwise i wouldn’t have even thought to check. don’t they usually drop like the thursday or friday before? i’m getting rly mixed up being a week ahead of the actual air dates. amc premiere is a clusterfuck, but whatever gets me through the season faster i suppose

k the end for real

[slaytimesover]

Getting the C**NTS back together

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made up text chat between the euphoria gals, set after the finale & minus (SPOILER) fez getting in the shootout

I JUST WANT MY GIRLS TO BE HAPPY BROOOO

content: wholesome, tryna be realistic w how they text

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March 1st, 2021

Maddy: hey anyone

add cass back i still have the bitch unadded

Kat: bro don’t u know her username

Maddy: no this is my new phone rmb

literally showed u in class today:/ rude mf

Kat: shit sry babe

Maddy: </3

*Kat has changed the chat name to cassies hot tub vomit💯💯*

Maddy: HAHAHAHAAAAA GTFO

BB: 🤣🤣🤣Funny ash Nahhhh Kat

Jules: uMM bro how come idk anything abt this…

story time ???

*Kat has added Cassie*

Cassie: Um what the fuck guys….

Kat: SORRY CASS THE OPPORTUNITY WAS RIGHT THERE

BB: Can still Smell that shit on me ICL🤣🤣😂

Maddy: 💀💀fucking helpppp

Jules: I STILL NEED THAT STOYTIME ???

Cassie: Can I ask what the hell is going on

Is this new or smth? Also the names not funny

Jules: new as in … like 3 months old then ye

Cassie: WTF

Not a single one of yall has talked on the other chat for ages is it bc u guys were fucking here?

BB: Ya we have

Jus like u banged Nate for Ages n Shi 💀💀

Kat: out of POCKET

Maddy: LMAO BARBARA

Jules: PFF

no hard feelings tho cass :)

we all wanna meet up soonish

Maddy: yup friday at 8, my place

sorry this fkn introduction was brutal but babe we wanna properly get together again

all 7 of u cunts

Kat: 7? there’s 5 in the gc🤨🤨

Jules: wait wait wait can we like BACJTRACK to the cassie hot tub thing??

Cassie: No Jules we really can’t

Also Maddy are you sure?

Maddy: girl puked her guts out at my party after drinking herself half to death <3

sent me into fkn cardiac arrest ill tell u that

love u though babe

and yes ofc. we outta put this past us

Cassie: MADDY!!! Girl!!!!

Jules: LMAO POOR CASS

no shame in it weve all been there ❤️

Cassie: Shut upppp

Tell me if I’m ever gonna hear the end of that story…

Maddy: @Kat forgot to add em but i want rue rue & lex there too

going full out bitches

Kat: cass keep dreaming lolll

BB: Jule boutta see her Ex Yooooo😫😫

Kat: fuck fuck oh yeah

are yall cool now? i saw u two tgt after the play

BB: Play was Fire Though Lexi Ate🔥🔥🔥

Cassie: …

Jules: uh

well

that’s the question 😃

Maddy: jules b what happened?

Kat: yeah ive been meaning to properly check in holy crapp

Jules: we aren’t seeing each other anymore in that way, & maybe its for the best but im still processing it yk?

it was… weirdly calm even after the intervention bullshit went down

ig we had an unspoken agreement that we shouldnt be together

even if theres still love between us

its hard to tell where we stand is all im sayin

Kat: shit dude i hope ur okay

Maddy: yeah…

so much respect for u

itll get better n itll be worth it <3 i promise

wish i coulda realised that on my own, ur fuckin fearless

Cassie: I hear you Maddy

I’m happy for u Jules

BB: Go Jule 🙏

Cassie: I mean, if ur all okay then I’ll come

I really want to make amends I don’t know what had gotten into me

I feel terrible

Maddy: a friend told me that in her experience, it was just the right amount of attention at the wrong time, yh? anyways girl i kno u deserve amother chance even if u fucked up

& jules

same goes for u n rue, how abt we all hang out like old times and see where it goes on from there hm? pretty pls

Jules: i cant promise that itll nott be awkward but im down mads!

Maddy: bettt

*Maddy added Rue and Lexi*

Lexi: uh hello

what is this gc name 😭 don’t remind me omg

Kat: 😹😹

Maddy: okay listen up girls, my house 8pm friday, not optional so clear ur shit. no excuses.

& im talking to u lex with that fez mf

Lexi: noo stop💀

BB: She Blushin through the screen on Godd LOL

Rue: wait hey what’s going on

Maddy: rue rue

we wanna come together like the olden days & properly have a girls night

think we deserve a celebration after the shit weve been thru this year

Lexi: really?

thats sounds so nice I like that !!

Kat: ur play def sealed the deal for us dude<3

we fr just need a big catch up & some actual fun

Jules: literallyy

Maddy: everyone in fr?

Lexi: yess

Cassie: Yes

Jules: yep!

Kat: ofc

BB: Yass

Cassie: Rue?

Lexi: um I think fez just took her phone hold up

Jules: NOT YOU WITH FEZ AGAIN AHHH

Rue: YO WHO THE FUCK IS CASSIE AND WHY SHE THROWING up in the bathbutt

Kat: man said bathbutt😭😭

Rue: TUB*

Tu(/(/)£&&&@&@&&&@@@@@@@

Sorry55555555555555 that was fe££&&

FEZ TOOK My phone sry guys

Maddy: sadly were not inviting fez </3 shame we can’t meet the bf lexi but rue come join us brooo

Rue: i mean…

we can try

lotsa shit went down between us tho are u all good?

Cassie: Yeah, & we can just take it step by step anyways

Jules: yepp, i wanna see u all

no matter what

Rue: well

ill try n be there

so sure guys:)

BB: YOOOO It Worked

Maddy: ahhhhhh! cant fucking wait

god i missed this bs<3

[holylulusworld]

Surrogate Alpha

Summary: Sam and you were best friends. Since he found a girlfriend you feel left outside alone and his brother jumps in.

Pairing: Alpha!Dean x Omega!Reader, Alpha!Sam x OFC Katie

Warnings: angst, language, scenting, mating, claiming, knotting, true mates, smut, unprotected/protected sex, cuddling & snuggling

A/N: The story is set in an AU.

“What do you mean with I can’t come with you to the book signing? We waited for months and made plans, Sam! I got a day off only to accompany you and now you are telling me you’ve got no time – again by the way!” Angrily pacing around your best friend’s office, you glare at the picture of his new girlfriend.

“Katie wants to come with me, Y/N. I am sorry.” Huffing you grab your bag. “Y/N…please…”

“You know Sam. For years we were best friends. I was the one helping you after Jess died in the fire. It was me keeping you going and now you push me away as Katie came to your life…” Sniffling you hold back the tears.

“You have to understand that Katie is my girlfriend and that she’s more important right now. I try to build up a relationship with my Omega.” Sam gets up, tries to touch your cheek but you flinch away.

“I am not jealous or shit, Sam. You are like a brother to me, not an Alpha I want to bang. It’s just that she always finds a way to manipulate you and makes sure we do not spend time any longer. She could’ve come with us, but no…” Pointing toward the book you place onto Sam’s desk. “She insists that I can’t go…”

“Y/N, do this for me…please.” Sam tries, but this time you will not give in. “No, Sam. He is my favorite author and I will not miss the chance to get his autograph.” Lips pursed you grab your book.

“Take the girl who is barely able to read her Cosmopolitan and try to talk to him about his latest theory. Fuck you, Sam! I’ll go alone and have fun…”

Storming out of Sam’s office you are barely able to see anything due to the tears spilling out of your eyes.

“Whoa…watch your steps…” Dean barks as you brush past him, not reacting to his words.

“Fuck you too, Winchester…” Running toward the exit you feel a hand grasping your arm. At first, you believe it’s Sam, but you meet angry green eyes and your heart drops.

“No swear words, Y/N.” Sniffling you wiggle in Dean’s grip as he looks at the tears rolling down your cheeks.

“I assume Sam won’t go with you. Did she make it again?” Voice unusually soft for his grumpy personality Dean wipes your tears away with his thumb.

“He said Katie doesn’t want me to go at all, Dean. Can you believe this? He’s my favorite author and that woman wants to forbid me to go and get an autograph.” Grumbling you press the book to your chest. “I’ll go, she can fuck her attitude…”

“I am sorry, Sweetheart.” Blinking a few times, you search Dean’s face. He never was friendly to you, always teased Sam for being your friend, even called his brother your surrogate Alpha. “He’s a fool, Y/N. I got no clue what happened to Sam, but that woman doesn’t bring his best side out.”

“Dean…save it. It’s not as if I was his best friend since childhood or anything. I get that Katie was jealous in the beginning, but Sam and I are only friends, not only he’s like a brother to me but I don’t want to mate with him.”

Humming Dean brushes his thumb over your skin. His eyes search your face and he takes a deep breath. “I could go with you. I have a day off and wanted to buy a book.”

“You want to go with me?” Ludicrous glancing at Dean you press the book closer to your chest. “Did Sam ask you to be nice to me? Is that his way to get rid of me?”

“Sweetheart…” That nickname again. Dean never called you anything but brat or kid. Now he uses the nickname like he’s used to doing it. “Let me go with you. We can piss off Katie if we do so.” Leaning closer Dean smirks. “She hates me too.”

“Dude! She hates you? But you are Sammy’s brother and a guy…” Trailing off you glance at Dean’s mating gland, swallowing as you can smell his scent getting stronger.

“Come on, let’s go and tease her a bit. I’d like to show her we will not give Sam up.” Dean steps closer, rubbing his hands over your shoulders.

“Why not…”

“Awesome. Let’s grab my jacket and I’ll give you a ride.” Excitedly Dean pecks your cheek and you freeze as he sniffs at our hair for a moment.

“We have to kill three hours, Dean.” Nodding the tall Alpha slings one arm around your shoulders to lead you toward his office.

“How about lunch and we can talk about Katie being a bitch and crap.”

Wondering why Dean is suddenly that friendly you glance at him while he tells you about his car and that he’ll make sure that you will try his favorite burger…

“So…” Poking the burger with your index finger you smirk. “Will this thing kill me, or will I survive?”

“It’s delicious and not that bad if you only eat it once per month,” Dean exclaims as you glance at the burger again. “Come on at least try it, Y/N. I swear you will not regret it.”

“Yeah, as you will need a month to digest that thing. It’s a monster, Dean.” Snickering you take a bite of the burger and the taste lets a moan slip out of your mouth. “God…fuck me…”

“Same…” Dean’s eyes darken, and he can’t stop watching you nibble at the burger. Moans along with gasps leave your lips and the Alpha is close to cream his pants. “You eat like you’re having sex…”

“Nope, Dean. During sex I am way…” Stopping your tongue you look at Dean with wide eyes as you can see his Adam’s apple bobble and the twitch of his hands.

“Fuck me, you smell like heaven.” Lunging forward Dean grasps for you, presses his lips to yours while you try to process your best friends’ brother just kissed you. “I want you for so long…”

“What…oh…” His lips and tongue wander to your mating gland, lick it repeatedly and you start to whimper as it feels better than anything before. “I…oh…fuck, Dean…”

“That’s right, Sweetheart. I’ll make you feel good right now.” Pressing you onto the couch in his office Dean teases your neck with his lips while one hand wanders to your sex. He’s purring low in his throat feeling your wet panties welcome his fingers.

“Dean…this is…god…” Panting you grasp for his thighs, whine low as he slips his fingertips into your welcoming heat. “Anyone could walk in on us, Alpha…”

“I give not a single fuck, Omega. I waited way too long for Sammy to make a move and now I’ll take what I want, and I want you…” Not giving a fuck either you spread your legs, let Dean work his fingers into your tight cunt.

“You have one dirty mouth, Dean.” Smirking the Alpha pecks your lips, slides his tongue over your mouth before he claims it roughly.

“I can do better things than dirty talk with this tongue.” Eagerly guiding his free hand to your chest, you purr as Dean cups one tit to knead it gently.

“Going to eat you out next time but right now I need to be inside of you, Y/N.”

“Get out of your pants first, dude. I want to see your dick before I let you knot me.” Panting Dean can barely think straight. Not that close to his goal - to be finally able to mark you as his.

“I’ll mark your neck, Y/N. I will make you mine if you do not stop me.” Humming you slide your hands up his chest, smirking as you can see his face contort in pleasure.

“About time you get your head out of your ass. I flirted said body part off for years. Now get out of those pants…” Impatiently tugging at Dean’s dress pants you snarl as he slaps your hands away.

“We shouldn’t…not here…” Your eyes narrow and you grab his jacket to bring Dean close to your face.

“You will get out of those pants and give me that knot or I’ll bite you.”

“Fuck, Sweetheart. Talk dirty to me…more…”

“Do you think our trick will work out?” Nudging Sam’s side Katie looks toward Dean’s office. “I hate being the bitch in this story.”

“It was the only way for Dean to finally make a move. He’s pining for Y/N way too long and she almost drools all over my big brother. Blind idiots…”

“We will explain we tricked them later…”

“Fuck me, that’s a cock,” purring you crawl up Dean’s body to nip at his neck. “I want you inside of me Alpha.”

“If you are good for me, I’ll give it to you with pleasure…” Your teeth sink into his shoulder and Dean needs all his strength to drag you off him as you started to bite and scratch him.

“I want it…”

“You smell intoxicating, Omega.” Bringing you on hands and knees Dean slaps your ass, chuckling as you yelp. “Be good for me. I will take care of this tight pussy right now…”

“Stop talking and…” Mouth hanging open in a silently scream you feel Dean slide into you with one forceful thrust.

There’s no hesitation, not holding back any longer. He sets a brutal pace, presses your face into the couch to make you feel his dominance.

“That’s a good pussy. Tight, wet and all mine.” Snarling Dean watches his cock disappear in your slit. “I dreamed of having you like this at least once per week, Sweetheart and reality is even better.”

“Dean…oh shit…you…” Digging your fingertips into the couch you push back onto the tall Alpha. “Condom…”

“You’re mine and I’ll get your round.” Grunts leave Dean’s lips as you try to push him off you. “Take it, Baby Girl…”

“You can’t get me round, Winchester!”

“Fine…wait…” Pissed Dean pulls out to fetch a condom from his pocket. “Next time I’ll have you bare!”

“Dream on, Alpha. Now get this thing on and keep on going!” Fighting with the condom as he’s too far gone Dean grunts, curses and yells before he finally can slide back into you.

“Fuck…” Rutting into you Dean presses moans and cries out of you. There’s something primal he manages to lay bare as he slides into you as if he belongs inside of you.

“You look so good stuffed with my dick. I could watch you writhe on my knot all day long.” He’s a panting mess, sweats like never before as he can feel your body is ready to give in to the pleasure.

“Alpha…that’s…” You bite the pillow, muffle your cries as you feel his knot pop open to cage Dean inside your body.

“Love the way you cum for me. This is mine…” Pinned underneath Dean’s tall frame you tilt your head, invite him to mark your neck but Dean only pecks it and you whine disappointed.

“I’ll mark when we are sure we belong together, not in a haze on my couch after we fucked for the first time. I’ll be a gentleman…” Snickering at Dean’s words you close your eyes as you brush your hair away. “Don’t make me…”

His lips nibble at your neck and you smirk as you feel his teeth graze your mating gland. Dean still hesitates, purring against you he wraps his arms around your body.

“You know, my parents mated after knowing each other for like five hours.” Humming Dean looks at the spot he desperately wants to mark. “They are happy for over twenty years now, Dean.”

“God, can you not force me to lose control. Do you have the slightest idea how hard I have to fight my instinct to not mark you?”

“Do it. Mark me, Alpha. I want to be yours for five fucking years…” Pain floats your body, followed by unknown pleasure as Dean’s teeth won’t let go of your neck.

He’s growling against you, rutting his knot into you with all his strength and you cry out, screaming his name before you feel calm and warm. “Alpha…”

“My Omega…”

“Did they just…” Shuddering Sam watches Katie pressing one ear against Dean’s door. She’s nodding at her boyfriend, a big grin plastered all over here face. “We have to disinfect the whole office.”

“Don’t be such a prude, Sam. You know, he claimed her, and she claimed him…”

Dumbfounded Sam presses his ear to the door too, listening to your purrs and Dean’s voice soothing your discomfort.

“That fast?” Humming Katie purrs as you snarl into Dean’s direction. “I mean…fuck…”

“Feels warm and familiar.” Resting your head onto Dean’s chest you glance at the mark at his neck. “You look good with my mark. This will keep the needy Omega’s away.”

“Did you only mark me to make sure no one tries to get into my pants?” Nudging your side Dean smirks as you nod eagerly.

“You’re mine, Alpha. No one can touch you.” Satisfied with your handy work, your mark at his neck, you close your eyes for a moment.

“So…the book signing still a thing?” Chuckling you play with the fine hairs at the nape of his neck, shaking your head. “What do you want to do tonight?”

“I have a few ideas including you, me and a bed…”

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[a-bang-for-your-bucky]

Welcome Home Part 3

*not my gif*

WARNINGS: EXPLICIT LANGUAGE, seriously I use the ‘F’ word a lot. 

Pairings: Cody Rhodes x OFC (Sister), Brandi Rhodes x OFC (sister), Dustin Rhodes x OFC (Sister), past Seth Rollins x OFC, future Kenny Omega x OFC 

Summary: Peyton gets an offer that will change her entire career, while she tries to deal with the rising feelings for her best friend. 

A/N: Here is part 3. I hope y’all like it. 

The next few days following the aquarium, Kenny and I were more inseparable than usual. Everywhere we went, we were together. When Dynamite rolled around, the entire locker room was whispering about us. 

I was on my way to the EVP room, when I was stopped by Kris Statlander. “Hey girlie.” She greeted, booping my nose. It twitched at the contact. “I didn’t hear from you much this week, and then I saw the pics of you and Kenny. Spill.” She smiled, with a raised eyebrow. 

I laughed nervously, “There’s nothing to tell. We’re just friends.” She shook her head. I knew what people were saying. “I’m serious, Kris. Just friends who went to the aquarium together.” I defended, moving my hands in a definitive motion. 

“Girl! His eyes were on you, not the damn fish.” She rolled her eyes, “How are you both so clueless?!” She threw her hands up, flabbergasted. She quickly whipped her phone out and pulled up the shark tank picture again and showed it to me, zoomed in on Kenny’s face. “Those are heart eyes, girl. He is in love.” 

There was no way Kenny was in love with me. “Kris, he is literally married to wrestling. No time for relationships.” I pointed out. 

“But he always makes time for you.” She said before walking away to film a bit for BTE. Kenny did always seem to make time for me. I tried to shake her words as I continued my way to the EVP room. Cody had sent me a text earlier in the day saying that creative had a storyline they wanted to pitch to me. 

I opened the door and Cody was there with The Bucks, a writer, and Tony Khan. “Hey, sorry, I rushed here as fast as I could.” I apologized for my tardiness and grabbed a seat next to Cody. 

“Peyton, we want you to have a with Penelope for the number one contender slot for the AEW Women’s Championship.” Tony started to explain. A huge smile crossed my face. Then Nick added, “We want you to face Shida at ‘Winter is coming’”. I shook my head. 

“No fuck--” Cody gave me a stern look, telling me to watch my language, “I mean, no friggin’ way?!?” I couldn’t hide my excitement. Tony handed me the contract for the match at ‘Winter Is Coming’. I looked down at the papers in my hand. “This is legit? Are you sure there isn’t anyone else who deserves this before me?” I questioned, looking up from the packet that held my future. 

“We have pulled all the stats, plus we took in account fan base and Dark comments. You beat Penelope, and you’ll be number one contender.” Matt laid it all out, and I just needed to take it. All it took was one smooth signature and it was booked. 

“Well good evening, folks. It’s Wednesday night, and you know what that means! Thanks for joining us here on Dynamite. Boy do we have a lined up show for you.” I listened to JR announce as I paced back and forth in front of the gorilla monitors. The announce team of JR, Tony, and Excalibur went on to discuss the card for the night. 

To say I was nervous was an understatement. Sure, I had been in the title picture before, but this was completely different. This would be my first title shot in AEW, plus Penelope and I were kicking off the show. That was something that didn’t happen often. Cody was waiting by the curtain, like he always did before my matches, to wish me luck. He immediately could tell that something was wrong. “What’s up, Pey?”

“I’m worried about Kip. It has me thrown off. He’s a wild card.” I mumbled anxiously as I bit at my nails. Cody nodded, giving me a knowing look. He pulled me in by my shoulder.

“You’ll be just fine, kid.” He smiled. I wanted to ask what he meant, but Kenny’s voice filled my ears before I could. 

“Hey, Princess!”  I could tell my face lit up at the sight of him. “I just wanted to say good luck. And ask if you wanted to grab dinner after?” Cody looked at the both of us and sighed. I knew he wanted the heat to die down from the Aquarium photo, for my sake. He had told me many times. I didn’t care though and neither did Kenny. 

“Of course, Omega. Thank you.” I replied quickly, throwing my arms around him for a tight hug. Cody grabbed my attention, letting me know it was my time. I released Kenny, but he grabbed my hand, giving it a light ‘you got this’ squeeze, before letting go. 

“The following contest, with a twenty minute time limit, is scheduled for one fall, introducing first from Philadelphia, Pennsylvania, being accompanied to the ring by Kip Sabian, Penelope Ford.” I watched as they made their way into the ring and gave a disgusting show of PDA. 

I fiddled with my jacket, waiting for my music to hit. I instantly regretted letting Brandi talk me into wearing a choker. It suddenly felt too tight. I didn’t have a chance to remove it before I heard the familiar start of “My songs know what you did in the dark”. I composed myself and fixed my hair. I walked out the “Heel” tunnel and onto the ramp.

“And her opponent, from Atlanta, Georgia, well they call her the “Dream Killer”, Peyton Rhodes.” Justin announced my name and the crowd still cheered, which made my heart happy. I quickly made my way into the squared circle, so the bell could ring.  

The match started with a few back and forth blows. Penelope got me into a side headlock, before quickly doing an arm drag. I shot back up to my feet. Again, we locked up, before I drove a knee up into her stomach. I had quickly gained the upper hand in the match. I was getting ready to drop her with a DDT, when I saw Kip pacing outside of the ring. I flipped him a bird and slammed Penelope’s head into the mat. As expected, Kip got involved. He slid into the ring, getting in my face. “Get out of the ring, Kip!” I yelled and he stepped a bit closer. I thought he was going to push me back away from him. 

Suddenly, the crowd erupted in cheers as a figure jumped the barricade and slid into the ring. It was Mox. He pushed Kip back and into the ropes, making him fall through. This distracted Penelope and I took that chance to hit the “dream killer”, my finisher. I got the three count and the bell rang. Aubrey raised my hand and Justin announced me as the winner. 

Jon was still standing at the tunnels when I climbed through the ropes and walked up the stairs. I extended a hand to show respect, which he gladly took and pulled me in for a hug. The fans went wild. “What a reunion it was tonight for Peyton Rhodes and Jon Moxley. Now that Rhodes has defeated Ford, she will go on to face AEW Women’s champion Hikaru Shida for the title at “Winter Is Coming’ on December 2nd.” Tony announced for the viewers at home. 

Cody again was waiting by the curtain for me. “Great match, sis. Jon, thanks for having her back.” He said, like it was all planned. I needed to know what the hell Jon was thinking.

“Dude! You guys are trending!” Matt yelled as he walked up, shoving his phone in my face. It was like I was in a daze. I had no idea why Jon, of all people, got involved in my match. Now, we were trending on social media. Before I could reply, I was being pulled by an assistant to do an interview with Dasha. 

“I’m backstage with Peyton Rhodes. Peyton, what was that?” She asked. I quickly got into character. I flipped my hair over my shoulder, attitude immediately crossing my face. 

“What was that? You’re asking the hard-hitting questions, Dasha.” I mocked her, before continuing. “ Let me tell you what that was. That was me rising to the top of this division, just like I said I would.” I stepped closer to her mic, “That was me letting Shida know that her days as champion are numbered.” I turned to the camera. “Hold onto that title tight, Shida. Because it will be mine very, very soon.” 

Dasha nodded, looking annoyed with how bitchy I was being, “But everyone wants to know what Jon Moxley was doing?” She inquired, pushing the mic back in my face. 

I scoffed, “No comment.” I quickly walked away to find out what the hell just happened. Why did Jon come help me? I tried to find him, but no one had seen where he went. So I settled for finding my brother. I went to his trailer, and banged on the door. 

“Open up, Rhodes.” I shouted, and Brandi came to the door. I looked at her, fuming. “Where is my brother?” I snapped. She just moved to the side, letting me in. Cody was sitting on the couch, like he was waiting for me. What surprised me, was to see Kenny sitting there, too. 

“Glad you could join us, sis. Take a seat.” Cody motioned for me to sit next to Kenny. I cocked a brow, confused, but took the seat anyway. I looked at Kenny about to say something before Cody cut me off. “Since you two are wanting to be the talk of AEW, and have no intentions to listen to me or my advice, Khan wants you to work together.” My mouth dropped. 

“What the hell does that mean?” I growled. Kenny looked at me, shocked, that I was angry that we got to work together. I saw his smile drop instantly. “I mean, Don’t get me wrong, Ken, I would love to work a story with you. But I can’t do the whole ‘escort/manager’ thing again.” I objected, not going down that road again.

Kenny nodded in understanding, “I know. And you know I would never do that to you, Princess.” He ensured me, placing a gentle hand on my knee. 

“I would also never do that to you, Peyton. Trust me, this will be amazing.” Cody predicted, “We have a lot to talk about.” He smirked, taking a seat across from us. “After you left the meeting last week, Tony pulled me aside.” Cody started to explain. 

My mind was racing. What did Tony have in store for me? For Kenny? How in a matter of two weeks did I become number one contender and get to work with my best friend? I looked over at Kenny, who’s blue eyes were focused on what my brother was saying. He looked so happy. I wondered if it was because we got to do a storyline together or because he was getting his shot at the AEW world title? 

“Tony wants you to turn on Moxley.” Those seven words drew me from my thoughts. My whole body went rigid. Did he just say what I think he said? I looked over at Kenny who was smiling like a cat who caught the canary. 

“He wants me to do what?” I asked, wanting Cody to clarify what the fuck he just said to me.

[tellywoodtrash]

immj2 30.10.20 lb

lol ishani is suchhhhhhhhh a messy bitch. not even pretending to look less than outright gleeful.

le, iska rona shuru. god sis, you knowwwwwww these bitches have it out for you, then why do you give them the satisfaction of seeing this reaction???

yeh aadmi hai ya bhagwaan? koi bhi jagaah koi bhi time marzi se prakat ho jaata hai.

THAT FUCKING STUPIDASS SCARF IS RUINING THE WHOLEEEEEE LOOOK. GOD WHY DO THEY DO THIS TO HIM?????????

TUMNE JITNE TELLYWOOD FANS KO KHOOOON KE AANSOON RULAAYE HAINNNNA SHIRALI, BHAGWAN TUMHE IN PAAPON KE LIYE KABHI NAHI MAAF KAREGA!!!!!!!!!!

also, just noticed the set and production design credits and finally have names to put on all the hate mail i wanna send.

naaaah jk, i think it's really nice that they got employment in this pandemic, even with their OBVIOUS lack of taste. so much so, that it seems to be a medical condition! 

anyway, he said he got this sargi for ishani on behalf of angre, but since she's got hers anyway, this one can be given to riddhima. noice. this fucker be worming his way into my heart with shit like this.

inka phir se popat bann gaya.

mummy biting out and giving the worst blessing of all, “sadaa suhaagan raho.” which is just an elaborate way of saying "hope you die before your husband does, because life without a man is worse than death itself!!!!!!"

“thank you mummyji. aapne ~~sachchi neeyat~~~ se sargi taiyyar kii thi toh dekhiye, mere haath khaali nahi hain!”

lmao nice. where was this riddhima allllll along?????? i've been waitinggggg for this snarky bitchhhhh who doesn't take shit!!!!!

le, aadarsh bahu mode is back on. sab ke liye koi paath ka intezaam kiya. chanchal chachi was right, she's suchhhhh a annoying suck-up to dadi, honestly.

husband is like here, no one's looking; sneak some almonds, come on. yes, i approve. this the kinda man* you want ladies. one who's willing to have a few hours taken off his lifespan so you don't get hangry.

(*T&C strictly apply: only in this feeding waala criteria wrt this dude. baaki sab toh disaster hi disaster hai iss mein.)

“kaisi baat kar rahe ho??? vrat sachchi nishtha se kii jati hai. koi nahi dekh raha par bhagwaan dekh rahe hain!”

lmao, the most appropriate response. 

wait you guys genuinely need a gif of this moment, coz it’s priceless:

i can't believe they don't let this dude move his face in this show when he is the MOST ENTERTAINING when he doessssss.

he's like dude i'll adjust with the 2 hours less in my life, but dharampatni is i won’t let you escape a minute of suffering existence in this flesh prison we’re all trapped in, so help me god!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

who the fuckkkkkkkkk is this????? and you know you didn't need a needle on the syringe for this whole thing, don't you???

vansh's "baaz ki nazar" toh i've long given up on, but riddhima's peripheral vision also seems to be completely shit if she didn't notice a wholeass person wrapped in all black skulking around directly in her eyeline, not 10 feet away.

lmaooooooo dadi is like tf you doing here, and the hasty retreat he beat. scaryass men soft for their sweet old grandmas is a trend i really do love in tellywood.

oh i like ishani's outfit.

blah blah blah KC gyaan idgaf.

riddhima has lit diya and instant cough attack from the smoke.

it's her. she's the one who did this. looks like she's okay with bhai dying a few days earlier than fated, as long as it means she knocks riddhima down a few pegs.

mummy rubbing it in saying dekho yeh akhand paath hai, beech mein rukna nahi chahiye, apshagun hota hai. godddddddddddddd.

I HONESTLY CANNOT WATCH HER COUGH AND CHOKE THROUGH THIS THE SHEER RIDICULOUSNESS OF THIS IS FUCKING KILLING MEEEEEEEEE

yeh lo ji, parmeshwar prakat ho gaye to save the day and read the paath himself.

all dudes in the world should be in whatever business this guy and angre are in. ki biwi mil gayi toh it manages itself while he devotes himself to her.

lmao the sheer earnestness with which he's narrating the KC paath. both wholesome and fucking hilarious. looks like those primary school kids at their first public speaking contest.

i am ishani. god, why won't this scene just endddddddd already, i'm dying of cringe.

whoooooooooooops. bhai is pointedly asking ki how riddhima's throat got messed up when she was fine like 3 min ago.

behen is giving earnesttttttt excuses and he's really "sure jan"-ing her.

dadi's all no matter what issues crop up in these two's lives, i'm sure they'll win over it with their lurrrrrrrrrrrrrrve. yeah, it looks that way rn, but i wouldn't be quite so optimistic yet, dadi.

literally no one is surprised by this revelation.

oh god, she has something more planned. man who are these ppl with so much energy in their lives WHILE PREGNANT, to do such scheming and plotting??????? just my period cramps have me taking 2 hours off work to curl up on my heat pad and cry about ouchieeeeeee.

great. ragini ko ab daure pad rahein hain.

and poor angre is saddled with getting her treatment. WHY DOES HE HAVE TO DEAL WITH ALL THESE TROUBLESOME WOMEN IN YOUR LIFE VANSH?!?!?! EK ADIYAL BEHEN ISKE SAR PE BAANDH DI HAI WOH KAAFI NAHI THA, KI AB INVALID EX KO BHI ISKE HI HAATH MEIN THAMAA DIYA. i know you got your hands full with that disaster wife of yours, but come on man.

oh god is he gonna blow up at her again for eavesdropping!?!!?!?!?

thank the lord above, she had airpods in. (also lmao, ofc she's literally the airpods meme.)

isn't HE supposed to give HER a gift today???

i liked his other watch better. but this watch is supposedly riddhima “ke dil ki dhadkano se judi hai” so........ i'm no expert in cutting edge watch technology, so sure. sounds like something that would be available for the wives of billionaire gangster’s wives to buy.

oh man she got herself a matching one. which ofc is “tumhare dil ki dhadkano se judi hai.” lord, she CHEESY CHEESYYYYYYYYYYYY. and i'm mildly lactose intolerant, so 🤢🤢🤢

this dude is not though. he falling for this hard and fast. which is....... unexpected. nice, but also suspicious.

“yeh ghadiyaan chahe rahein naa rahein riddhima, lekin tum mere dil mein hamesha rahogi.”

that's sweet. and i'd believe and squee over it if this was any other show. i would. but in this show, literally everyone other than dadi/siya is out to fuck each other over and i don't trust a single goddamn word out their hissy snake mouths.

aaaaaaaaaaaaand ofc he's vrat-ing for her too. BECAUSE THIS IS A FEMINIST SHOW WITH THIS VERY FEMINIST HERO OK?!!!!!!?!?!!!!?!? THIS ONE EPISODE ABSOLVES ALLLLLLLLLLLL THE OTHER 98 EPISODES FILLED WITH HOT FLAMING TRASH!!!!!!!!!!!!

“apni umar badhaake kya karoonga main, agar tum saath nahi ho. main chahta hoon ki tum meri zindagi ki aakhri saans tak mere saath raho.”

again, very very sweet and all, esp. with these soft melty eyes; but it's this show. and we saw the upcoming promo. sooooooooo, kill bill sirens in my head, i'm afraid.

both mann hi mann mein deciding to tell each other the truth about their backstories after the vrat. which should work out splendidlyyyyyyy.

lo ji dream sequence shuru. voot blocked the music but colors put up the scene with bol na halke halke on instaTV so i watched it there.

yesssssssssss you messy trainwrecks. get it onnnnnnnnnn.

this is literally alllll i am watching this show for. the moment y'all bang in canon, i'm outttttttttttt. it's always the best time to quit a tellywood show. always. take this protip from wise, old TT. quit the show the episode the lead couples fuck. just trust me on this.

idk WHOSE dream sequence this is, but lmao it's got the vibes of a not-that-great wedding "promo" thing ppl have got going on these days. which one of y'all is binging these on youtube and thus has their subconscious filled with it/??? it's gotta be riddhima, but it would be absolutely fucking hilariousssssss if it was in fact, vansh.

yup. it was her dumb ass. i bet she had the exact video in mind for kabir and just cut-copy-pasted vansh's face in there from the last week onwards.

oh chachi's back from maayka for vrat kholing.

mans literally do be looking like the chand today. because they eased up on his yellow foundation, thank god.

poor ishani. god, this is why we need feminism. so our sisters don't get pushed into shit like this against their willllllllllllllllll.

dadi and siya shipping riansh to the point of making ppl uncomfortable. what next, you gonna be writing mature fanfic about them on IF????? BACK THE FUCK OFF, YOU WEIRDOS.

“humaare plans kamyaab hote toh vansh iss waqt riddhima ko zeher ki pyaali pilaa raha hota. hmph.”

lmaoooooooooooooooo mummy is an eternalllllllll mood.

this one is getting overly emotional about her first completed karwachauth vrat. eat a snickers, bitch.

dadi overpromising and saying shit like evennnnnnnnn god himself can't shake your love for each other, tumhari prem kahaani billlkulllll pooori hogi and what not. oh dadi, did YOU not see the promo?????

this one got the footage she needed and has duly handed it over to bhai. both of vansh's sisters have the trait for going straightttttt to him with their sordid discoveries, albeit for completely polar reasons.

lmaoooooo the way she peaced out.

aaaaaaaaaaaaaaand he's started growling about how all this KC naatak was fake and and vowing revenge and games for her dhokaaaaaaaaaa. i hate to say it but............ i told you so.

also abbe oh gobar ganesh. itna CCTV footage mila hai kahin se, toh baaki ka bhi toh dhoond, where you see how she got into the bloody dickey?!?!???! nahi, 2 out-of-context second hi dekh ke paagal saand ki taraah bekaabu ho jaana hai. shit for brains, literally everyone in this show has.

anyway, if i was vansh’s murti maker, i’d be expecting a call righhhhhht about now. riddhima yahaan rahe na rahe, uski murti zaroor rahegi, which vansh and his next paramour will demolish together as a bonding/foreplay exercise.​

[sunflowersunshinevol6]

And I Love Her

Harry Styles x OFC

Warnings: drinking, mentions of substance abuse

A/N: I have a lot of fics I'm working on at the moment. I have so many ideas I just can't keep them in my head. I hope you guys enjoy this one. Please let me know, the feedback is always appreciated. Much love to you all

  The summer of '92 in Seatle Washington was like some weird fever dream. Nirvana was hot, everyone smelled like teen spirit and the dirtier you were, the sexier. We partied all night, slept all day, didn't give a fuck about the man and smoked all the pot we could get our hands on. I crashed on friend's couches or slept under the stars when it was nice. The freedom of having nothing to tie me down was intoxicating and I ate that shit up. So when my best friend Anna asked me to go out with her to see some bands at a local bar, I didn't hesitate.

    It was a shitty little bar. But I guess it was supposed to be. It was the 'aesthetic' of the day.

     My best friend Anna tugged me along behind her. The music was loud, the makeshift stage upfront holding a band that looked like they were plastered and played just about as well. The singer crooning into the mic about losing someone they loved and how life was a bitch. Didn't we all know it too.

    Anna pulled me to a booth, out of the way of the small crowd that had crammed into the bar to hear this band play. People thrashing and head banging, twisting their bodies and writhing to the music. Red lights set an ominous glow, the smell of booze and weed filling my nostrils.

    I slid into the booth beside her, pulling out a cigarette and lighting it. She ordered two shots from the waitress that came by while I fiddled with my lighter.

    "I thought Shannon and Reggie were meeting us here." I said loudly in her ear. Christ you could barely hear anything over the dude screaming on stage. I rubbed my temples, a slight headache forming.

    "They are. But they had to work. Said they'd walk over after....not everyone can live off of painting and commissions." I rolled my eyes. I was a visual artists. I did a lot of abstract and weird art. You'd be surprised by all the people that are willing to buy the craziest shit. There's a lot of weirdos like me out there.

    The waitress came back with our shots and I downed mine immediately, ordering a beer behind it. Anna sipped hers, don't ask me why, she always did shit like that. I was getting ready to say something to her about the band playing when I saw him. He came in through the front door and my eyes immediately landed on him.

   He had long curly hair that looked as though it hadn't been brushed or washed in weeks. He wore a baggy plain black shirt, ripped blue Jean's and what looked like jet black Doc Martens. A green flannel draped over his shoulders and sunglasses draped on his head. If I had a type, he was it.

He was with a group of people. Anna was talking in my ear but I couldn't hear her, entranced by this good looking man who was now making his way towards our booth.

"You look like a prince." I smirked as he walked by, stubbing out my cigarette. The boy stopped, turning to look me up and down. A wicked grin spreading across his face.

"Would a prince do this?" He grabbed me by my forearms, pulling me to the ground and flipping me onto my back. The floor was soaked in beer, my dress instantly wet as I squirmed beneath the boy above me. He grinned triumphantly as we rolled around, wrestling against each other.

"Stay down." He commanded, pressing my wrists into the floor. I smirked up at him, shaking my head.

"Never." He licked his lips.

"You're a fighter....I like that." His accent was thick. His words rolling off his tongue like poetry as he spoke. It had to be English. His voice was low and deep, his words slow, enunciating every word.

"You have no idea." He stared at me for a moment, eyes leaving my face, trailing down to my chest, I squirmed again only to have his grip on me tighten before his eyes snapped back up to mine.

"Sassy one aren't you." He let me go, getting off of me and helping me to my feet. "Sorry about that love...I really couldn't resist." His shirt was wet with beer, his hair matted and pressed against his cheek and neck. "I hope you stick around for the rest of the show."

"You playin'?" I asked. He shrugged.

"Could be....gonna have to stick around to find out." He reached out, wrapping a hand around my wrist and pulling me towards him again. "If you do decide to stay, meet me in the hallway after the set yeah? Wanna see just how much of a fighter you are." He winked at me before letting go, leaving me breathless and blushing.

What in the fuck?

"Tabbi, you know who that is?" Anna asked me with wide eyes. I shrugged, climbing back into the booth, my dress soaked and reeking of the spilt beer that had lathered the floor. "That's Harry Styles."

"Okay?" I said, glancing up to see him conversing with the band setting up on stage. "Is that a big deal or something?" she looked at me like she couldn't believe I didnt know who he was. it was annoying really.

"He's in the band about to play. One direction and...." she leaned forward across the table, trying to whisper now. "He's just....there's a lot of rumors about him. I'd steer clear if I were you." I wasn't impressed. I thought maybe she wanted him and was jealous of our little flirtatious action a minute ago. I rolled my eyes.

"Come off it Anna. It was just a little harmless flirting. Nothing more...."

Anna didn't say anything else, our attention turning to the stage as the soundcheck was coming to an end. Girls screamed endlessly as Harry stepped forward, guitar slung around his shoulder, a confident smirk on his face.

They opened with a number called 'Little Black Dress.' Wasn't really my style but I listened, observing the band as they played. The short, lanky bassist, covered in tattoos, the drummer with the arrow tattoos on his arm, he was cute too. The blonde one playing guitar alongside the boy I had wrestled-Harry.

And boy did he know what he was doing. Once the song ended and they started 'Stockholm Syndrome' his movements became so sexual. He stroked the mic stand with his fingers, loosely twisting his wrist up and down it, grinding against it, licking his lips, winking and sending kisses into the crowd. The men seemed to love it almost as much as the women.

"Hey guys!" Reggie and Shannon showed halfway through the set. I waved half heartedly, still intrigued by the boy commanding the stage. The music wasn't my favorite. But damn if he wasn't a great performer.

"She was wrestling with Harry Styles." I heard Anna telling them what had happened. Reggie called my name but I ignored him in favor of the band. I wasn't going to explain myself. I hated judging people based off of what other people told me about them. I'd rather find out for myself.

I decided not to meet him after the show. It was true, I was attracted to him. But he was going to have to work for it.

We were standing outside, huddled in our group, smoking and talking about the music when I felt an arm snake it's way around my waist.

"Left me in the hallway. Tsk. Tsk. What a tease." My stomach flipped and I gasped as his fingers slid just beneath my t shirt, just enough to trace over the waistband of my Jean's. I turned to see Harry, his pupils were blown, the green of his eyes only slightly noticable, giving his eyes a soft glow. I smirked, leaning in close, eyes darting to his lips before looking him in the eye.

"Don't you know? It's all about the chase." He chuckled, running his hand through his hair. His fingers glinting with the rings on them when they caught the streetlight.

"The thing is...I don't chase baby." He looked me up and down again, sighing heavily, as though he were bored. "You'll come to me when you're ready for me."

"Harry-" I gasped, a blonde girl shoving me back as she threw herself at Harry, kissing him hard on the lips. I rolled my eyes in disgust, trying to ignore the pounding of my heart and the disappointment in my stomach.

"Hey," I turned to see the bassist, the other one with a shit ton of tattoos. He smiled at me, holding his hand out. "I'm Louis. Sorry about Camille. That's Harry's girl."

"No worries. I'm just glad I didn't hit the pavement." He chuckled.

"Can I bum one?" He asked, watching as I pulled out my cigarettes. I held the pack out to him, he took two, stuck them in his mouth and lit them at the same time. 

"Neat party trick." I teased. He shrugged.

"Nicotine addiction. You know."

"Lou." Harry's voice was low, his tone darker as he shouted at his bandmate. Camille had her arms wrapped around his shoulders, he had one hand wrapped around her waist. "We gotta go. Get a move on yeah?" Louis smiled at me sympathetically, pulling a crumbled piece of paper from his pocket.

"My number....I'm havin' a party at my place in a couple days. You should come through. I like meetin' new people. Be cool to hang." I check out of the corner of my eye and see Harry watching me closely, nostrils flaring as I stick the piece of paper in my bra, giving Louis my most seductive smile. Harry wasn't going to win me over. Not that easily. Like I said I like the chase.

"Cool. Maybe we'll swing by."

"Tommo." Harry said louder, a warning beneath his tone. Louis shook my hand again.

"By the way," he asked, before letting go, "what's your name?"

"Tabbi. It's Tabbi." He smiled, bringing my knuckles to his lips and kissing them gently, his lips were soft and he was sweet.

"See ya later Tabbi." I looked, just in time to see Harry look me over once more, licking his lips before walking away with his bandmate and his girl. I kept hoping in a small way that maybe he'd look back.

He didn't.

[kickingitwithkirk]

Rain

Summary: After Supernaturals end Jensen’s life turned upside down. A year later an unexpected movie offer gives his career a second chance but it comes with an unexpected surprises.

Pairing: Jensen Ackles x OFC! Lili

Word Count: 839

Warnings: cursing, divorce, child custody, drinking, irritable Jensen

A/N:  I had an idea about a Jensen making movies again short series and wouldn't you know it, weird dream time. This story has components from my favorite W. Somerset Maugham short Rain and Lace by Shirley Conran.

*no beta-all mistakes are mine

Prologue

Jensen is sitting on his back porch watching the sunset paint the horizon in pastel shades of orange and pink.

JJ and the twins left with Danneel half an hour ago after spending the last two weeks with him. Now he couldn’t be inside the too quiet house, feeling that it was somehow mocking him. Downing the last dregs of his beer he once again contemplated how he ended up here alone.

A year ago his life was incredible. Supernaturals extended last season came to its highly emotional end after delayment from the pandemic. He had talked it over with Danneel about the different options for his career: keep acting full time or concentrate more on his music, taking the occasional guest starring role and/or directing, allowing him to spend more time home with his family. He told her he was seriously considering the latter.

The first blow came days later over breakfast. Danneel simply announced she had fallen out of love with him and wanted a divorce.

The divorce had been mostly amicable. All she asked for was the lake house, half of their net worth and controlling interest in the brewery, you know, not much.

Jensen initially agreed to a quick divorce on two conditions: the bulk of the money would be put in trust for their children and shared custody. Danneel readily agreed but then she slipped up. A ill timed comment to her lawyer that Jensen wasn’t supposed to hear about the monthly child support revealed her true intentions.  It was at that moment he knew his choice.  

Jensen’s last minute curve ball was hanging up finalization, insisting on having primary custody with all holidays split equally between them, none of that you get them on this one and me the next crap. He had already missed so much of their young lives, he’d be damned losing out on anymore.

His next hit came in the form of several parts he was up for not panning out and his role on The Boys turned into a guest appearance in the season three finale then full time starting season four.

So here he sat on his back porch drinking beer as the Texas heat slowly waned, alone.

***

The front door slammed shut as a deep, honeyed voice called out, “Jack, you in,” followed by a heavy tread crossing the old oak wood floors into the kitchen, the fridge door opening, the sounds of bottles clinking briefly before it bangs shut.

A few seconds later Jared walks out the open French doors handing one to Jensen then drops onto the other Adirondack lounger, his large feet dangling off its end. “Dani picked up the kids already, thought they were staying till tomorrow?”

Jensen grunts before downing half the bottle in one go, “She said since it’s the twins first day of preschool wanted to make sure they got there, like I’m incapable of getting my own kids up, ready and there on time.”

“I’m sure she didn’t mean it that way…” Jensen gives him a you serious look, “but on second thought, knowing her, she did. Sorry.” Jared makes his my foots in my mouth expression and takes a drink.

“Naa, I’m the one that's sorry. It’s been one of those weeks, not the kids but Davis won’t stop calling, texting, keep telling him I not gonna consider that shitty script he’s been pushing. Man, the story lines on Days were helluva a lot better.”

Jared pulls off his beanie running a hand through his shortened hair, “Yeah, that’s kinda why I’m here. He left me a voicemail, said it was urgent you call him cause what he’s got is big, like Disney opening big...”

“Bullshit.”

“He sounds serious. Look, what’s it gonna hurt, give him five...” Jensen opens his mouth, “..two, give him two minutes and if it’s really BS, tell him fuck off.”

Jensen tips his head back against the chair staring at the porch roof. He really didn’t have the energy but knowing Jared, he would keep at him till he did it.

“Fine. I’m only doing it to shut you up.” Jared smiles happily kicking back, nursing his beer as Jensen gets up and goes into the house shutting the doors behind him. He can hear Jensen talking but can’t make out what was being said.

Jared finished his beer and is playing with the label when Jensen walked out with an expression he’d never seen before making him sit upright. “What’s wrong?”

He almost missed the chair sitting down and starting a string of unintelligent babbling; some movie, can’t be right, why cast me...“Jen..dude, your not making any sense and it’s starting to freak me out!” Jensen refocused on him.

“Holy shit! I’ve got a meeting Tuesday afternoon in LA with Zimmer!”

“Zimmer?” Jared furrowed his brow in concentration, running the name around his grey matter, that name, he knows it from where. “Whoa, do you mean Zimmer the director Zimmer?” Jensen can only mutely nod.

“Holy shit!”

tbc

tags: SPN @donnaintx​​

Dean/Jensen @flamencodiva​​

Rain @stoneyggirl​​

[stusbunker]

Later the Truth Breaks

For Better or Worst: Chapter Six

Featuring: Sam Winchester x Emery Simmons-Winchester OFC

Other Characters: Castiel, Dumah, mentions of Naomi, OC Bandit (their dog)

Season 14 AU

Word Count: 2263

Summary: Mangled magic, dissecting illusions

Special shout out to MJ @thoughtslikeaminefield for beta reading this installment for me.

Series Masterlist

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“What the hell?!” Sam snapped, spinning in the driver’s seat to face this, this stalker.

               “Calm down. I just want to talk,” Castiel replied brusquely.

               “Yeah, well, ever heard of the phone? Or a damn email? Who even are you?!” Sam held up his hands waiting for answers.

               “My name is Castiel, and I’m your friend, Sam. You and your brother, Dean, tend to call me Cas, for short. It’s sort of a nickname,” he over-explained.

               “I know what a nickname is,” Sam pinched his eyes, the headache had returned full force. Though he felt stable, not close to blacking out again. Not yet at least. “But what I don’t know is how you know me or that I had a brother named Dean.”

               “Had? What do you mean had, Sam?” Cas’s jaw jutted out, sitting up to hear what this version of Sam could be talking about.

               “Had. As in past tense, Dean died of a heart condition like twelve, thirteen years ago.” Sam watched the weird man process the information. “Why? Does it matter?”

               “The spell is more complicated than I imagined, they not only hoodwinked you into being in love with that woman--- they completely rewrote your past,” Castiel peered into Sam’s eyes with the intensity of a microsurgeon.

               “Whoa, buddy. Easy there. That woman is my wife, and she’s amazing.” Sam tried to get the man to relax, to realize how insane he sounded. “You okay? You need a ride somewhere? A doctor maybe?”

               “No, I am not ill,” Cas answered unironically. “Though, you seem to be quite muddled.”

               “Yeah, well, you caught me off guard. Excuse me for being pissed about it,” Sam snapped before locking onto this Castiel’s gaze once more, seeing him completely and with startling familiarity. “How do we know each other? What am I missing here?”

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               She probably should have eaten something or sipped rather than chugged the wine. Emery was flushed with more than the jets from the tub. Slowly she was able to let the day’s disappointments sink to the back of her mind and just be. No super professor mode, no chipper neighbor filter, no patient and dutiful wife efforts, she was just her. Which wasn’t something she got to do very often, in this life or the life she left behind. When Emery wasn’t working or being for someone else, it got very loud in her head. But tonight, though the thoughts were there, she decided to just push them back, to let them hold her up instead of weighing her down. Emery decided to float above the worries in the fuzzy heat of a drunken bath.

               This was ridiculous. There she lay, in a huge tub in a huge house in an overpriced neighborhood. She started to laugh at herself, at Sam, even at Bandit, wherever he had gotten to. She was a freakin’ professor at an amazing school. This was the dream. A dream she got out of nightmares. She didn’t deserve this place, she didn’t need it, it was too much. Suddenly she started to cry, tears leaked down her face, which only made her laugh harder. The absurdity of it all.

               Emery inhaled and sank beneath the few remaining bubbles, hovering in stasis until her lungs brought her surfacing. She exhaled. Letting her bangs fall as they may, she hid beneath the mask of heavy, wet reality. Gravity won in the end, and she crawled from the drained tub and burrowed into Sam’s oversized robe. It wasn’t overly soft like hers, though it was thick and comforting, but mostly it smelled like his aftershave. She started working the conditioner into her hair, twisting and pinning it for the night. She was half-assing it and she didn’t care. She swayed absently on the balls of her feet to a playlist as she finished putting her hair up. There, close enough; she had her scarf secured before she scampered downstairs, robe hem dragging behind her like a train.

               The haunting blue of the clock above the range glared at her, shuffling into her relaxation like an unsignaled merger. What was keeping Sam?

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               “Is there somewhere we can talk? I don’t think this is the best place to do this,” Castiel suggested. Sam couldn’t help but agree, a public place would be safer. And much less creepy, as long as the guy didn’t slit his throat the second, he faced forward. Unconsciously, Sam started driving to the bar Cady had suggested, but stopped before the final turn.

He cleared his throat. “You hungry? Emery was going to bring home dinner, but I can just get a drink—if you want.”

“I don’t eat,” Castiel explained.

“Of course, you don’t,” Sam grumbled, pulling into the parking lot beside the chain bar and grill. Appetizers and a stiff drink sounded like manna from heaven at this point in his day. Sam didn’t know why he was hearing Castiel out, but he somehow knew to trust him. To listen, to wait until all the information was explained before deciding on his sanity. Call it instinct or something deeper, Sam wanted him to feel heard.

Once they were settled, drinks in hand, Sam decided to press back. “So, why don’t you eat?”

“This is just a vessel, my grace sustains me and this form,” Cas replied leadingly.

“Your grace?” Sam’s brow furrowed and a smirk played on his lips, despite the constant tension in his jaw.

“I’m an angel, Sam. Much like Naomi, the one who put you in this situation. And apparently buried your memories. Of me. Of Dean and what brought you to this town, away from your family and your calling,” Castiel prodded back, looking for any blip in Sam’s eyes, any wavering, any weakness.

Sam’s eyebrows shot up. “My family? I don’t have anyone, man. All I have is Emery and Bandit, and that’s more than I could ask for,” Sam explained. “My mom died when I was a baby, Dean when I was in college and Dad right after that. Why do you think you know anything about my family?!”

Castiel sighed. “I really am an angel, you know. I’m not saying these things to upset you, Sam. I am saying them to see where it started and try and pull back the curtain, as one would say. To reveal what they’ve been hiding from you. I need to search your thoughts and it would be much faster if I could just see what was there.”

“What? Dude. That’s just—” Sam froze, Castiel didn’t wait for an opening, he simply placed two fingers on Sam’s forehead. Suddenly the pain from looking at the self-proclaimed angel started to wane, as their surroundings became overwhelming. The sounds of the patrons and the smells of the food and the beer spattered floor grew too much. Sam hadn’t realized he had closed his eyes, but just as he was about to be sick, Castiel’s fingers spread wider and a deep penetrating chill fell down his back. The nausea disappeared as quickly as Sam opened his eyes.

Perhaps there was something in his drink or maybe he was more exhausted than he thought, but in truth, inevitability had started to creep through the wall of reason and spell work inside Sam Winchester’s mind.

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It was fine. There were no problems. He was just going to be late. It was only an hour passed the latest he could have possibly been at work. Things came up. It being his birthday, shouldn’t cause her any more alarm or distress. They were going to be alright. They were safe. Sam would be home soon. Wouldn’t he?

Emery had torn into the bag of caramel corn they’d bought for movie night as she worked through the possibilities in her head. Shoveling handfuls of the tacky sweet kernels into her mouth between checking her phone and looking to Bandit for explanation. The dog, though concerned, had little rebuttal to her teetering train of thought. He did his part by cleaning up after his mama. He was a good boy after all, and she was having a day. She grabbed a fresh bottle from the rack and poured herself another glass. Standing around stewing wasn’t bringing him home any faster and she would not lower herself to be the nagging wife. He was just late.

They had left off in the middle of a season of the latest edgy, politically charged amalgamation of horror and drama on the easily affordable default streaming service. She didn’t want to have to re-watch it when he finally arrived. Which was why, Emery flipped, blazing through the slew of options, from trending to suggested, nothing seemed to hit her fancy. When ‘Touched By An Angel’ appeared from the recesses of heartwarming and nostalgia she dropped the remote and finished her latest glass, tongue worrying over the latest crumb wedged in the back of her gum. She didn’t even want to think that they could be involved.

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Three months before

Dumah had her doubts about the whole thing. Naomi using Michael to fuel Heaven and keep the Winchesters apart and isolated, in attempts to keep them from them finding out. It was a knee jerk solution to a problem that was bigger than the few remaining angels could handle. So, she watched the newlyweds go about their days. Invisible, but ever present from their walks to their jobs and home again. She saw how miserable Sam was. How frustrated and untrusting he was of her kind. She also saw Emery, doing everything she could right. It was like the spark that had held them over from their vows never left her. That small dose of true love from the cupids had nestled inside the woman and held firm. Her faith and her determination only fueling the bond that had been formed.

Dumah almost felt bad for her, but she had a stake in the deal too. She had an endgame, or at least a shiny carrot on the end of her stick just as Sam did. Perhaps her naivety helped the disguise, or maybe her need was that much greater than Sam’s. Either way, the angel knew that Emery wasn’t backing down. If this ruse was going to fall apart and leave Heaven at risk, clearly it wasn’t from the wife’s side of things. No, for this to succeed for as long as possible, Sam Winchester needed to be kept in line.

She wasn’t ever there long; Heaven would have noticed her absences if she lingered. Instead Dumah made a game of the randomness of them: length, location, and target all varied. Occasionally it was just her and the dog, sitting in the winter afternoons. It was on the last week of their first month together that she had started hearing the prayers that Emery had been offering up to the Father that never listened.

‘Make this work. Mold us into what is needed for your good works. Let me be enough.’

In the early morning hours, Dumah entered the den and watched Sam toss and turn. He had continued to refuse his wife’s offers to share their bed again. It was there, in Sam’s dreams, the maladjusted angel started building the bridge in his mind, slowly and carefully. She left, just as secretly as she arrived, but not before leaving something upstairs, an innocuous physical aid to bolster the fledgling marriage before it imploded.

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“How did you meet Emery, Sam?” Castiel changed the subject on a dime, causing Sam to gasp as he gathered his bearings.

“Uh, a co-worker introduced us,” Sam nodded, a tired smile barely registering on his face. “What does that have to do with anything? Did you see my thoughts or just shove some serious vertigo at me?”

Cas didn’t flinch. “How long did you date?”

“Not long, why?” Sam signaled the bartender for another drink, before realizing Castiel hadn’t touched his.

“Why did you move here? Isn’t it odd to leave one place and pick up somewhere completely different? Especially between terms.”

“Emery got offered a better position,” Sam shrugged. “Listen, I’m all for playing nice here, but you still haven’t convinced me of anything. How are we somehow being used by angels? I mean, you make them sound like the bad guys.”

Castiel didn’t answer right away, instead he grimaced and thought about how to approach Sam, now that he had no history with him. As if he was a stranger needed convincing for the sake of someone, he thought dead.

“You said Dean died while you were in school. Were you with him when it happened?”

“I was—” Sam broke off as his mind reeled, a broken heaving Dean sprawled out on the floor of a stranger’s house. Blood was everywhere, his clothes and his body beneath them, torn to shreds by some invisible force. He closed his eyes, trying to see the memory he thought he knew. Only to be met by another image of Dean, older than he ever could have been. Heavy with anguish and satisfaction, his handsome face mutilated when he looked into Sam’s eyes. A single phrase surfaced, like a fist working against a thick pane, ‘proud of us’ pummeled repeatedly, until it broke through the barrier in Sam’s mind.

The moment Sam was back, Castiel saw it. In his eyes, the set of his shoulders, the tension in his hands. Sam gasped, and gritted his teeth. “Is Dean gone?”

The need to know flooding past the grief and bewilderment.

“I don’t know,” Castiel answered. “That’s what we’ve got to figure out.”

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Read On: Older Bonds and Deeper Ties

[erosluna]

Felicity

Next: Felicity p2

Min Yoongi x hybrid reader

wc: 4k

Dying to write a smut shit but damn, some people (me ofc) can’t just get on without proper plot so here we are. 

Another roar from the sky is about to come. Though already curled up like a ball, you still pulled in your knee as if they could actually go through your chest to the point that you feel piercing pains on your spine. Your tail is wet from the strong spray coming from the small opening atop the confined space you were shoved in today, nevertheless it stood on end as another thunderclap banged your senses. You can only squeeze your eyes shut and curl up on the cold wet concrete trying to muffle your cries as much as possible. This, you learned from experience, that any sound or cry you make, you will surely get a painful hit from your cager.

Tears fell down your cheek remembering how much you miss your owner, that warm and soft knitted blanket your mama used to tuck you in while she held you in her arms during storms like this, her super comforting scent that would calm you even in the loudest of roars you hear from the sky, even her favorite menthol oil that sent your head and stomach into an automatic spinning state. You were her precious daughter. Her only family. She adopted you when you were just a newborn kitten, you grew up filled with nothing but love, warmth, and affection and there's nothing else in the world you could ever wish for. As you grow older, your mama seemed to grow weaker but since you were always watching her all the time at home, you slowly took over each chore when you feel like she's starting to have trouble doing it herself. Until one day, your mama, your precious mama, got claimed by the roars. She was sitting on the rocking chair at the porch when it started raining heavily. Startled by the first thunderclap, you ran around the house frantically looking for that knitted blanket your mama gave you on your 17th birthday. Finding it on the drawers, you then looked for your mama to lunge hurriedly into her arms but you didn't see her inside the house. Running around tensed like you've never been before, your heart almost stopped seeing her sleeping peacefully in her rocking chair. "Mama! Get inside you'll get soaked, you'll sneeze! Mama! Mama come here!" you couldn't get out. You're too afraid to step outside the door knowing the monster of your dreams is around here. You see a flash of light draw from the sky and by instinct squeezed your eyes and prepared to receive another roar but then you remember your mama, with the roar coming anytime, you can't let her be exposed like that, it is extremely dangerous. With that, you gathered up all the courage you could muster to save your most precious mama from the monster, you opened the door slowly and crept your way to her chair. As expected, she's already soaked in rain but her serene sleeping face shows nothing against it. You calmed down a bit seeing her this way but the roar suddenly dropped and it made you jump. "Mama, mama come one now. You'll  get sneezes if we don't get covers soon. Mama!" No budge. You decided to just pull her up and wrapped her arm on top of your shoulder to support her weight, you got a bit startled as her icy skin touched the back of your neck, but this isn't important now. You carried her on your back ever so carefully, already used to her weight and lifted her with ease having much adrenaline running through you. You lay her on the couch near the fireplace, slowly lowering her head down the armrest, and then run upstairs to get a change of clothes for the two of you.

How can she be sleeping with the roars like this? Mama's so cold from the rain, she's like ice I better prepare hot tea soon as she wakes up before she catch those sneezes.

Gathering a pile of clothes on your arms you headed straight to her, dried her up and change her clothes for her. Then you went to pick up that knitted blanket you dropped before fighting the roar and wrapped it around her, before you lay your head on her lap, you took her arm and placed it against your cheek. You recalled her story just last night after the weather report on the radio. About the roars.

Your ears propped up with the sound of footsteps drawing close. Did I let out a cry? You thought to yourself. Expecting another beating, you perched you self hard on the corner of the room, squinting to the coldness of concrete against you. Those footsteps... Why are there so many? Whose voices are these? Your head is about to break, the stress is getting too much but you bit your tongue to keep yourself from howling for the better, or anything less from the worst. Suddenly a shout telling everyone to move away from the door erupted from a distance. Loud bangings came one after another, a lot of voices and cries filled your ears each one getting distant moments later. The ramblings eased up and you thought maybe they weren't coming to hit you, then you heard a pair of footsteps drawing near. Slow footsteps stopping every now and then but surely headed to your direction. "Is anyone inside? Hello? Move away from the door." You didn't answer, there's no way. You will never let out any sound from your mouth ever again, you don't wanna get hit, and then your door was kicked open. "W-hat's happening? Who are you? I didn't cry, please don't hurt me I didn't cry! It was the rain! I-" the man who kicked your door open lifted his arms and you prepared to receive the hit, you got so scared of the sight and startled that you couldn't swallow your voice and you just squeezed your eyes shut-- then you felt a soft tug on your shoulder. "Hush- hush baby, you're safe now. Come on, get up. We'll leave this place, okay?". Without fully understanding, you stood up obediently looking down, still expecting the hit to land anytime as the strange man guided you out of the confined room. In your head you imagine a more crampled and confined space than the previous room you were in, you only got moved there this morning and you're afraid you must've angered them that much with your weeping.

To your surprise, the strange man actually led you outside. It was raining hard and there were so many cars with colored blazing lights that almost blinded you as you still haven't adjusted yet from that dark space you were in. He removed his jacket and placed it on your shoulder, his hands covered your head as he ran and led you inside one of the cars.

"I got her!" The strange man said to the other men. You don't understand what's happening but you kept yourself quiet, behaved and your gaze will never lift off the floor.

"I can't believe we almost left one back there, damn she could've died alone." "I know dude, I wonder though how Officer Min knew that there's still a soul inside. I swear she never know how to make a sound!"

You woke up with the rambling voices around you, there were so many people, and so many of your kind too. The place was well lit, clean and warm but still, fear took over you and you curled up instinctively again. "Hello, how are you? What's your name?" A voice hovered on top of you. You wouldn't answer for a sound you make means a hit. "You must be hungry, do you want to eat?" You don't know, and you can't answer to this either, they just shove in your food by the door, you know that.

Three days have passed and still Min Yoongi couldn't shake you off his mind. He has lead numerous operations like this before, finding victims of worse and gruesome states, but the look on your eyes bore a hole through his soul. There's an ache from within him that no amount of sleep or medicine could relieve, finally he reached for the telephone and dialed the Hybrids Protection Desk where they've turned you over.

"She's not on the missing list, sir. She wouldn't breathe a word too so we can't extract any information from her, for all we know she could be mute. The others have been claimed already, we'll take this one on our custody."

"Is that so? If anything comes up, let me know."

"Right, okay sir. Let us take it from here, you need not to worry."

"Oh, and she actually spoke to me. She's not mute."

"Ah- sir are you sure? This is the cat hybrid, white ear and tail with a portion of black in the end we're talking about right?"

"Yes, she was scared. She's mentioned about hitting or something idk i couldn't hear her clearly."

"Okay sir, give me a minute and I'll call you back."

Yoongi felt pained knowing of your current situation, there's no reason for this, he kept telling himself. Why was he so concerned about you? His fingers tapped nonstop unconsciously on the table, mind drifted back to hearing your silent cry. He found you in a secret room within walls the team had no idea of, it was behind the lot and almost underground. Everyone thought that the small hole was a part of drainage system where he peeked inside and found you tightly hidden in the corner. Wondering how in the world he could have heard you from your position- then the phone rang.

He picked the receiver in a heartbeat.

"Yes sir, it's me. Do you think it's possible for you to come over tomorrow if you have time?"

"Tomorrow? What time does your office close?"

"7pm sir, but it's okay you can come some other time if you're busy."

Yoongi glances at the clock, 6:48pm.

"Do you think you can wait for me? I'll be there in 20 minutes."

"You mean, now sir? You can come by some other da-"

"I really want to. I'm on my way."

And with that, Yoongi bolted out in a hurry to come see you again.

Your ears twitched as you catch a scent, a familiar scent.

 "Good evening head officer Min, please take a sit. Do you want coffee or juice?"

"I wanna see her now."

"Oh, okay sir my bad, this way please."

Yoongi's hands trembled while speed walking behind the personnel, heart beat ever so loud he could almost feel it on his back. You were inside a big white room, sitting tightly at the corner gaze never leaving the floor. The personnel held the door open as he ushered Yoongi inside, he stood frozen at the sight of you. A feeling from the guts once again swirled from within him.

"Okay sir, I'll leave you for a moment now. Please let us know if you get any reaction from her, it'd be of great help."

"A-alright."

The personnel left you two. You knew who this man was, the strange man. The one who pulled you out of that place. Your mind shut down when you got transferred to this white place days ago, afraid or whatever, you wouldn't lift your gaze off the floor, but the moment his scent registered your senses sprung back to system.

"It's me."

You slowly shift your gaze across the floor on his shadow. The personnel was watching you from the glass window of the room, surprised that you seem to respond with the most minute movement of your eyes, he ran to get the resident psychiatrist of the facility.

Yoongi drew closer to you. He lowered himself down trying to catch your gaze but you buried you face in your arms once again. He then sat a few inches from you leaning against the wall.

The personnel together with the psychiatrist hurriedly turned on the monitor and connected the headsets to try and listen as Yoongi conversed with you. Taking notes and carefully watching the scene as this seemed to be of high importance knowing officer Min Yoongi was in a rush, himself.

"Mama-" you whispered. All ears, Yoongi waited for you to continue. "August 19, Elizabeth Cowell."

The prying heads from the monitoring room quickly ran a search from their system and files popped up. This is it.

"And your name?"

You carefully lifted your face, hesitant about meeting his gaze but something in you felt warm with this strange man's presence.

"She's gone."

"Sir! We got something!" the personnel came to fetch Yoongi after half an hour to report the file they've seen, a fresh case.

"Her owner was found dead, 20th of august lying on a couch comfortably. Death was of old age. On the record she had no family, but she had a female hybrid she kept as daughter for 17 years, that wasn’t around on the scene, she must have been kidnapped right then." the personnel eagerly reported. "What was her name?" Yoongi inquired. "Sir, the name is Y/N". "So basically she's an orphan now?" "Yes sir, we'll put her under therapy since it seemed she has been traumatized heavily and then we'll set her for adoption?".

"How long?" "We're not sure sir, but we'll update yo-" "Sir, do you want to take her in?" the psychiatrist finally butted in. "Is that possible?" Yoongi mused.

The personnel's jaw dropped open as Yoongi left the facility with you. He actually made the man pull up the documents, signed, payed everything right then and there. "Do you know what just happened?" the psychiatrist asked the personnel. "No idea, doc." "Page 62 to 67, you should know more about hybrids." the psychiatrist answered passing the personnel a thick book about the subject.

It’s been 3 months since Yoongi took you into his home. Compared to how you were when he visited you at the protection desk, you have progressed a lot. You were supposed to undergo therapy that should take a year at least as the psychiatrist said but seeing you now only proves that Yoongi made the right decision to take you as you were back then. You almost had no voice. You only do as he says, eyes stuck to the ground and ears always pressed on your head. Before taking you in, Yoongi was a solitary man. Being an unwanted child of both rich but clumsy teenage couple who later on decided they don’t want to settle with anybody, more so a baby, he was raised by a maid in a mansion in a very remote place from when he was little. His childhood should have been a difficult phase knowing the boy’s position in life and overflowing curiosity of children his age, except it wasn’t. Yoongi turned out to be a highly introverted child with sharp intuition, he was smart and resourceful thus not actually needing the help of others in solving any question a child could think of on his own. He loved reading. From educational, to literary, politics, everything under the sun, no matter what the text is about, his eyes would easily devour the words forming with every letter that would come across his sight. He loved music just as much, but as the trend suggested a spiraling fall for the essence of new songs, he stopped listening and preserved what he used to adore back in the good old days. Growing up, Yoongi didn’t change much. He socializes barely enough to progress in school, to take a degree, to finally work, and to start standing on his own feet and totally detach from the lifeline of finances from the two names he only had known from his bank account. As to why he took such career path, no one knows, but just one day, he found himself prolonging a finished operation hearing things and searching frantically for the source of a silent voice that no one else could hear. That’s where he found you. You were a victim of serial kidnapping of hybrids that had just reached your town.

Hearing the familiar sound of the engine coming from a distance, you rush from your room down to the front door waiting for a specific vehicle to come into vision and in a minute the car arrives. Only when the car window rolled down and seeing Yoongi wave his hand did you step out and hurriedly open the gate. You waited for him to park thoroughly before closing the gate again and waited back inside the house right behind the door. Yoongi entered the house and stood in front of you eagerly waiting for you to greet him, you silently gasped for air summoning all the courage you got to finally gaze right back at him who readily had a smile waiting across his face. “W-welcome home, Yoongi.” You whispered. “Wow, baby it only took you 3 minutes today! Look!” He enthusiastically showed you the timer on his phone making your lips slightly curve upward. “I-is that.. Could you possibly be smiling now baby?” he tried to lift your chin yearning to see your sweet little face but you jumped at his touch and ran back up to your room with your tail wagging like crazy.

 “Seokjin hyung, there’s no mistake. I have multiple references to confirm this action, hang on let me send you a video of how it looked like.” Seokjin was the resident psychiatrist who permitted Yoongi to take you out of their facility right off the bat. “I see, if that’s what it really is then that’s great! I’m sure you know what it means though, she can now display her excitement and happiness, I wonder what you did to get such a jolt of progress just today.” “Well, I- let’s see. I praised her for breaking a record in meeting gazes, and then I- oh this is the part where she ran away, I tried to touch her face. Sorry.” “No, that’s alright, her ears were alright.. right?” “Yes hyung, it wasn’t pinning down hear head.” “Okay then, glad to hear her progress, I think she’d open up real soon. Please be patient with her officer Min, she’d heal up eventua-“ “Hyung I’m in no rush, she got all the time in the world, no one’s chasing her .” “Good to know.”

After recording Yoongi’s update on his files, a feeling of relief and satisfaction flooded Seokjin’s heart. The psychiatrist not only intended to heal the traumatized you but the almost permanently closed up persona of Yoongi as well. You sure have made an impressive progress, but how far Yoongi have leaped is just unimaginable. Picturing you two from the monitor back then, just one look, and he knew that you both were the key to open each other’s cage.

It’s getting late, the roars aren’t stopping, and this heavy downpour won’t ease up anytime soon. You can’t help yourself but panic because as much as the roar scares you, the knot in your stomach for the missing Yoongi makes you delve in great distress that could almost break you.

“Sir you can’t drive in a storm like this, it’s too dangerous please stay a bit” three lower ranked officers scrambled on their feet to stop Yoongi on his tracks since he’s determined to leave even knowing that the road is far from being friendly for his drive, but as time passes the downpour is just getting worse making him desperate to leave all the more. Yoongi knew how much this phenomenon scares you, he witnessed you three times suffering from the impact of thunderclaps on your ultra-sensitive hearing, rare occasions where you’d disregard everything and run straight in his arms to hide, how he’d have to actually hold to real tight to calm you down. “Look dude, if you’re scared then just stay here. I have important things to tend to and I swear if you stop me this time you’re all gonna regret this. Understand?!” Angry, Yoongi shoved the blocking party out of his way and leaped through the distance to his car in an unbelievable speed. He smashed the car keys and hit the gas before anyone can follow, at this point Yoongi became nothing but a road killer. The slippery road and strong wind had no say from his determination just to reach you as soon as possible.

You were curled up on the floor by the open door, ears pinned down, and tail between your legs. You would have wanted to reach the gate atleast to open it up for Yoongi in case he arrives but the sound of roars behind the doors exceeded your limits and the blinding thunder lines drawn consecutively across the dark sent you shaking that your legs couldn’t bring itself to take another step and instead let you down flopping on the floor. The heavy downpour showed you no mercy as the rain drenched completely in a matter of seconds, suddenly you’re back to that night. Behind your tightly shut eyelids you see the sky lit up much brighter and the loudest roar soon followed completely knocking out your already drifting consciousness.  

You’ve been out cold for half an hour when Yoongi finally arrived. One headlight of the car busted, a huge dent on its side, none of it mattered with what he saw the moment he eyed you by the door. He rushed down from his car and climbed over the gate, even almost stumbling to ground, he needed to reach you. And he did. He carried you in his arms, kicked the door close and sat by the fireplace. Tears are rolling down his cheeks, seeing you like this reminds him of the night he first found you. A heart pounding directly at your ear called forth your consciousness, you opened your eyes and there you were cradled by a strange man. “Y/n, I will not let the roars take you. Soon they might claim me but do not worry. Mama loves you and my only duty in this world is to love you and keep you safe. Until your one true protector comes I will always watch you from where I’ll be even if the roars have taken me.” You hear the words clearly as the memory rolled back in your head. You gazed up to see what the owner of the arms holding you looked like. Tears wouldn’t stop falling from his eyes when they held your gaze firmly. You were both drenched from the rain but the warmth radiating from this man was enough to keep you content and comfortable, you leaned back to his chest to once again to hear the beating of his heart and the comforting rhythm pulled a soft purr out of you “What is your name?” you asked without a sound, “I am Min Yoongi, your protector” he answered in his head. He felt your soft ears rising from under his chin, and your tail delicately curling up around his waist.

Feeling your stable and minute rise and fall on his arms soothed the ravaging worries on Yoongi’s mind. He’s been watching your serene sleeping image in his cradle for who knows how long, he wanted to run his hand through your hair, so he carefully shifted you for better support, his fingers brushed your cheek ever so lightly but still you twitched. There’s a weak electric sensation from where he touched your face waking you up once again, in his arm. You held his hand hung only a few inches from your face, and it was cold. “Sneezes! You’ll get sneezes! We need to change, come on!” Your sudden energy surprised Yoongi the most, with what happened the moment you spoke earlier he knew that things are going to change but this made his heart more complacent. You shuffled from his cradle and pulled his hand as you stood up. Not recognizing where you are, you looked around with slight confusion drawn on your face, seeing this, Yoongi took a step and lead you to your room.

  TBC

[devorass]

Suggestions for the prompt thing: main cast day at the beach, Asra taking the apprentice to a Burning Man/Extravaganja type festival, Nadia being a fashion designer who finds her muse in the apprentice, apprentice coming home to find Julian trying to get into their apartment because he’s drunk and thinks it’s his (he lives next door)

aa i love all of these! thanks for sending them in

Main Cast-Day at the Beach

Asra-He probably loves going to the beach late evening/during sunset, and feels his magic rejuvenate with the water-He’ll show his excitement subtly, his smile a little brighter than usual, his posture more relaxed-Just wants to hold hands with you and run knee-deep into the water, even if he’s not wearing a swimsuit-Will play-fight in the water with you, collect shells he thinks you’ll like and make them into a necklace later on when you’re back home-Would collect sea water for magic rituals to take back with you-When it gets dark he’ll just sit by the water’s edge with your hands in his and your head on his shoulder, just taking in the sounds of the waves and the still of the night-Just a big ol’ sweet sap, really

Julian-Day at the beach? More like Night at the beach-It would probably not even be a planned trip really-Stumbling out of a nearby pub, he hears the sound of waves crashing on shore and his ears perk up-And when he notices a path towards the beach? He turns to you with the most dubious smirk-“How about some skinny dipping?” he suggests-and now here you are-Laughing like kids and dipping one another into the water -He’d wrap you up in his coat once you’re outside the water, “so you won’t catch a cold”, he says, not bc he’s embarrassed now after your skinny-dipping venture, ofc not--While you’re both drying up, he spends the time with you in his lap, telling you stories of his time with pirates and stories of Mazelinka’s pirate captain days

Nadia-Honestly, when she wakes you up one day saying ‘We’re going to the beach!’, you’re not even surprised-Like, it’s Nadia. She loves to spoil and surprise you, and she’s the best last-minute planner you’ve ever seen-She loves your excited smile when you’re close enough to the sea to see the ocean-Would probably set up a private area for just the two of you-You’d think she’s a countess, maybe things like stepping on seaweeds or mossy rocks would bother her-But don’t forget, she was raised by the sea-side-She loves the beach more than anyone-Would be content to just spend the day swimming and sunbathing with you-You can ask her what any kind of fish you see is-she’ll know -By sundown she happily rubs her hands on your sides to warm you up, before taking you back home for a warm shower with her ;)

Asra taking their apprentice to a Burning Man-like festival-Honestly, you’d be somewhat surprised he’s into this type of thing-But if you know anything, it’s that Asra is full of surprises-He takes Faust along, since she’s used to warm desert climates, and he knows she can rest in your tent if things get too rowdy/crowded-He’s not much of a drinker, but he might smoke a little whilst you’re there, if you’re both comfortable with it-Would love to walk around and see all the art installations, meet all the people he can meet-You’d probably end up with a huge crowd of new-found friends within hours of your arrival -Since Burning Man is a kind of festival where everyone is involved and can present artworks, music e.t.c, he’d love to play some music with you-Would make and bring incense, dried sage e.t.c with him to give to others! -Spends the night with your new friends, but will look forward to snuggling into you back at your tent -He’d honestly be impossible to wake up in the morning lmao, and being in the middle of a desert? His fluffy hair would become bed-hair galore (but who are we kidding, it’s still be adorable)

Nadia a fashion designer and the Apprentice is her muse

-She’s a world-renowned designer-No, really, she’s famous af-Think brands like Dior, that kind of famous-Her last collection was successful, but it’s been a few months with no news from her company-She hates to admit it, but sitting late at night at her office, her hands forming vice-like grips into her hair, she can’t help but admit it; she has no inspiration-The feeling of defeat turns into fatigue, and she trudges to her bed at the late hours of the night, disappointment coiled tight into her chest-The next morning she’s walking to the coffee shop by her apartment, when a figure catches her attention, walking by her on the street-It’s you-She’s not sure what drew you to her; you weren’t wearing anything extravagant, nor were you doing anything that caught her attention-But you passed by her and it’s like a surge of colours erupted behind her eyes, a dozen ideas and a new-found inspiration burning in her belly-Without thinking, she took a hold of your wrist, gently tugging you in place.-You turned to her with a bemused expression, one that mirrored hers as she realised what she’d done.-Stumbling over her own words, she muttered out a confused ‘Please, let me draw you’-You could’ve said no, you could’ve called her a creep and ran away-But you didn’t-You both settled over talking in the coffee-shop nearby, letting her explain her reasoning-The more she sat by you and talked with you, the more she felt like you were The One for her-From the way you spoke, to your laugh, to the gleam in your eyes; she felt the same way she felt when her hands gripped her pencils, when her hands seamed through fabrics and colours.-You agreed to letting her draw you, and with a flourish, she took out her sketchbook and pencils right then and there, sketching your face with such care you felt a blush creep onto your cheeks-You thought that she’d draw you and that’d be it, and to your surprise, you felt disappointed at the idea-But that couldn’t be further from the truth-When you were about to part ways, Nadia stopped you, taking hold of your arm and scribbling down her phone number on your palm.-Not long after, you became friends, and from friends you soon became lovers-She saw you not only as her muse, but as her beloved, as the person she’d give up anything and everything for-On the night of the release of her new collection, she brought you up on stage as she gave her opening speech, thanking you for the inspiration you gave her, for your love and patience-You became the power couple of the fashion industry

Julian accidentantly trying to enter your apartment bc he’s your drunk neighbour

-It’s 3am on a weekday, and you were midway through a sweet dream when a bang on your door woke you up-You blinked owlishly for a few seconds, trying to figure out what exactly it is that woke you, when you heard another bang on your front door, the sound of clinking metal and a loud mutter-You were being robbed. That’s the only thing you could think of. What else could it be?!-Cautiously, you gripped your cell phone in one hand, ready to call 911, and on the other, you grabbed a pan from the kitchen, raising it over your head as you neared the door and looked through the peephole.-Outside, you could see a tuff of auburn hair, could hear a low voice muttering a litany of what could only be curses, judging by their angered tone and-you assumed that was russian? -Oh god, was the russian mafia after you? Why?!-Taking in a deep breath, you opened the door, readying the pan in your hand…-…Only to come face to face with the most beautiful pair of eyes you’d ever seen-Well, first you saw a dude’s chest. Then you slowly looked up over the tall figure and. Well.-Wasn’t that…wait, you saw this man before. That’s your neighbour! Mr. Ugh, Mr…-“Devorak?” you muttered, trying out the surname you remember seeing on the door besides yours.-“Depends. Who’s asking?” He asked with a wink, leaning down to face you. -He cocked his head to the side, eyeing you up and down slowly.-“That’s weird. What’s a pretty face like you doin’ in my apartment?” he asked, “Not that I’m complaining”, he added with a shrug.-You tried to explain to him that he got the apartments wrong, battling the blush on your cheeks, but to no avail; you could smell the liquor on his breath from a mile away, could see he barely stood on two feet, leaning his body on your door for support.-After a moment of contemplation, you sighed, easing the frying pan down and to the side before you attempted to help him in.-“How much did you drink”, you mumbled under your breath as you wrapped a hand across his waist, hoisting him up the best as you could.-He didn’t answer your question; the moment you hoisted him away from the doorframe, he became instant deadweight, his eyes fluttering closed, small snores puffing air onto your neck.-You tugged him as far as your couch, dropping him there with a thud, but even that didn’t wake him.-You knew, of course, that taking a stranger into your apartment was a huge risk, reckless even.-But you knew this guy. Well, not exactly-but you saw him around a few times, and know he has a sister that lives in the neighbourhood because you saw her in the building often and chatted once on twice and-well, he just looked so defenceless. You didn’t feel threatened.-You filled up a glass of water and set it on the table beside him, then grabbed an extra blanket and threw it over his lanky frame.-You went to bed after that, but sleep didn’t find you until hours later, the feeling of his eyes on yours threading its way into your subconscious every time you tried to rest.-By morning, you woke up with a pounding headache, and for a moment, you thought all of last night’s happenings were just a weird dream.-But as you stretched and padded your way towards your kitchen for a cup of coffee, you knew this was no dream; not when the very same tall, dark, rowdy man from last night was taking slow cautious steps towards your front door.-He noticed you as you came to stand behind him and slowly turned, his expression like a deer caught in headlights.-“I-um-hello..?” he started, last night’s suaveness thrown out the window.-You greeted him good morning and waited, trying to will the awkwardness away, but he seemed to hangover to form a coherent sentence, and your headache wouldn’t let you form any rational thoughts in the moment.-“Thanks for um, for letting me stay. I shouldn’t have drank so much I must’ve mixed up our apartments since I live next to you, sorry I-“-You couldn’t help but laugh at his awkwardness, the way his nose scrunched up in embarrassment.-“Drink responsibly” you said with a grin, and invited him for some coffee.-He declined, hurriedly bidding you goodbye and rushing through the door, but you couldn’t blame him; the guy woke up hangover on his neighbours couch.-You spent the rest of your day like usual, but come evening, there was a knock on your door.-You opened it, and to your surprise, the same face that greeted you this morning stood there, a small smile tugging on his lips.-“I realised we never introdcued ourselves. And we live next to each other, and I did essentially spend the night here so…it’s only right” he said with a shrug. You noticed a box in his hands, and when he noticed your gaze, he smiled sheepishly.-“Ah, thank-you cookies. My sister insisted I should repay you, and I thought, what is the most universally loved thing? Cookies. So, here you go” he handed the box to you, the sweet smell drifting from it warm and inviting. -“And hum, I’m Julian. Julian Devorak.”-You introduced yourself in return, lavishing in the way he tried your name out on his lips, looking to you for reassurance.-“You know”, you started, “cookies go great with coffee. And with company.”-He needed no further invite-He was sprawled on your couch, eating cookies and laughing with you within minutes-And before either of you realised it, spending the day with each other, spending nights in one of your apartments, became a habit-And later on, when you were moving boxes from one apartment to the other, you laughed together over the awkward way you met.

i went overboard with this last one im sorry, i just have a fic in the works with the exact same plot and couldn’t help myself lmao

[dracosollicitus]

damerey 70 please! you can decide the level of AnGsT

#70: “You know I wouldn’t call unless I was in pain.”

Warnings: Angst, Drinking to forget, brief, mild Poe/OFC

Poe stared at the bottom of his glass and propped his elbows up on the bar. He covered his mouth with a trembling hand, ran it up and down on his face, and then signaled to the bartender for another scotch.

“You might want to slow down, buddy,” Finn said anxiously. Poe fixed him with a bleary-eyed glare (a small part of his brain, the part not absolutely crushed by grief of his own making, knew Finn was right), and Finn raised his hands in surrender. “Suit yourself. Just give me your car keys because I gotta go pick Rosie up from her class, and I do not trust you to drive home.”

“I wouldn’t drive home,” Poe mumbled. It was Finn’s turn to glare, and Poe handed over his keys without another grumble. Finn’s hand was warm on his shoulder when his friend stood to leave.

“Look man, I know it’s not my place, and you’re both adults, but -” Finn cleared his throat. “If you feel like this, just call her.”

“Call her.” Poe snorted into his new drink, and felt his bottom lip tremble from the urge to cry suddenly. “Why the fuck would she want to talk to me?”

Finn squeezed his shoulder and gave him a sympathetic smile. Before he turned to leave, Poe asked the question he’d been trying not to ask all night.

“Does she -” he cleared his throat fruitlessly. The lump was still there. It had been there for five weeks. “Does she sound okay?”

Finn shifted his feet awkwardly and released Poe at last. “I shouldn’t tell you that,” he said. Poe nodded. It wasn’t fair to put Finn in the middle. “But…no, dude. She sounds awful. She misses you too, but you know-”

“I hurt her.” Poe nodded one more time, drained his glass. “I got it.”

“Yeah.” Finn shook his head. “It’s weird, you know? We always thought you two would be the ones who made it.”

“Me too,” Poe whispered. Finn muttered a good-bye, and Poe raised a hand in acknowledgment, and then he was alone. Like he deserved. He was a horrible person who hurt the best woman who ever lived, a woman he still loved desperately, a woman who he swore he saw every time he turned a corner, who he sometimes thought he could see in every tall brunette with a bright smile and a ponytail. But of course they weren’t her. No one was Rey Kenobi, except for Rey Kenobi, and she was in California, and he was in Colorado, in a bar, completely wasted, half his heart ripped out, and it was all his fault.

A minute into his miserable reverie, a person took Finn’s empty seat. “Anyone sitting here?” A pretty young woman batted her eyelashes at him. Poe stared at her for a second; short, blonde, bubbly. The exact opposite of what he wanted, of who he wanted.

“No.” He shook his head and gave her an approximation of the Poe Dameron Smile. “What’s your name?” He almost slipped and called her sweetheart, the way he would have three years ago before Rey Kenobi crashed into his life, before Rey became the only sweetheart he could ever possibly have.

Her name was Abigail; Poe ordered them both another drink.

The next morning, Poe could have sworn it was just the pounding in his head that woke up him. He groaned and rolled over, draping his arm over the cool sheets, grabbing blindly before he remembered the person he was reaching for wasn’t there anymore, hadn’t been there for five weeks. Poe opened his eyes and squinted at the clock; it was 06:00. “Fuck you brain,” he muttered. He should have had more water last night if his hangover was bad enough to wake up him this early.

The pounding started again, but this time it was outside his head. Poe sat up with a groan and wiped his eyes. He stumbled for the door, tripping over the pile of clothes at the end of his bed; the hallway light was on, and he turned it off quickly, unable to handle additional brightness on top of the now persistent banging at his front door.

Who the fuck even -

Poe reached the door, and groaned, “Alright, alright, I’m fucking coming, God,” and he turned the lock, tasting bile in the back of his throat. He pulled the door open, grumbling, “For fuck’s sake, what could possibly be so important that-”

He stopped, cold, in the middle of his sentence. 

Rey Kenobi stood in the hall, her hair falling around her shoulders in soft waves; she was swimming in the J’daii University sweatshirt Rosie had bought her when she was accepted three months ago, there were circles under her eyes, and her phone was clutched in her hand. 

“I tried calling,” she said quietly, looking nervous. “But your phone was dead.”

Poe stared at her, mute with shock. Rey was here. Rey, the love of his life, Rey Kenobi, who he’d imagined so many times as Rey Dameron he’d almost forgotten the sound of her actual name. 

“Can I come in?” She asked, laughing anxiously. He nodded, still unable to speak over the roaring emotion in his throat; he wasn’t entirely sure it wasn’t vomit. Poe moved out of the way, and tried not to breathe in too deeply when she walked by; he failed, miserably, and the faint scent of jasmine made tears rush to his bleary eyes. This has to be a dream. 

But it wasn’t. Rey Kenobi stood nervously in his living room - and it used to be their living room, she used to have a key, the dissonance of her having to knock to be let in was almost too much, but if he opened the drawer of the table near the door, he’d find the key she left the day he ended things - and she wrapped her arms around her middle, and Poe fought with himself so he wouldn’t run to her side and pull her to him, hold her and bury himself in her until the last five weeks disappeared into nothing more than distant, fading memory. 

“Why are you here?” Poe asked, wincing at how brusque he sounded. He meant to say, have you come to forgive me? Have you come to drag me back from the dead? Because I’m dying without you. 

Rey gave him a sad smile. “I was worried you wouldn’t remember,” she said. “But I was hoping…”

He looked at her with a question in his eyes, trying to understand, and Rey sighed. She swiped her thumb over her phone screen, fiddled with it for a few seconds, and then tapped once:

A voicemail played on speaker. With his voice. 

Hey, Sunshine. He sounded like shit. In the present, Poe collapsed against the wall, and Rey stared at the floor while his pathetic, sad, slurred, half-crying words filled the living room. 

Am I allowed to call you that anymore? Prob’ly not. Look, you know I wouldn’t call unless I was in pain. And I am in pain, sweetheart. Fuck - I miss you so fucking much. I don’t know what the fuck I was thinking, letting you walk away. I shoulda fought for you, Sunshine, and I’m sorry I didn’t. I’m sorry for fuckin’ everything up - 

I jus’ left a girl at the bar. Poe winced, part of last night coming back, and he blushed in remembering what had happened. Clearly Poe from last night had no such reservations, for that Poe launched into an explanation that this Poe would rather the love of his love would never hear:

Her name was - fuck, I can’t even remember. She kissed me. I don’t mean to say that to brag or to make you feel like garbage because I feel like garbage. She kissed me, and all I could see was you. All I could want was you. She sat down next to me, and you know the first thing I thought? She isn’t Rey. No one’s ever going to be Rey. 

It hurts, baby. I know I hurt you, but I hurt myself too. I miss you, and I’d give anything to see you again. Can’t keep doing this. I’ve been drunk more than I’ve been sober these last few weeks. I see you everywhere, hear your voice. It’s like you’re everywhere, but you’re not, you’re not here, and I’m dying, I’m fucking drowning sweetheart, and I need you. I need you so much, and I love you, and I’m always gonna love you. Fuck. I’m sorry. Delete this when you get it. 

I’m-

I’m so fucking sorry I didn’t fight for us. For you. You were worth it. You are worth it. No one should ever walk away from you, Rey. You’re my everything, and I meant it when I said forever. And I’m sorry. 

The call disconnected, and Rey fiddled with her phone again, not looking at him, her cheeks pink.

“That came in about 11 pm my time,” she said softly. “Right after Finn texted me saying you were going off the rails. I caught the earliest flight I could.”

“Why?” Poe whispered.

“To see if you were okay,” Rey said, looking at him at last. He searched her face, but all he could see was sympathy. 

She didn’t love him anymore, she couldn’t; she was just here because she was kind. Rey Kenobi was the kindest person he’d ever met. He opened his mouth to tell her he was fine, but not a single word could come out. 

“Why did you let me go?” Rey asked, nudging the coffeetable (the one they’d found at a flea market, the one she’d restored personally) with her foot, and avoiding his eyes again. 

“Because I was afraid,” he said, honestly. Rey looked up again, and he forced himself to maintain the eye contact. “You were going to school across the country, and I remembered that you were 24, and beautiful, and perfect, and I’m an old man who’s wasting your time, and I didn’t want you to realize that I was holding you back. Couldn’t have you resent me. Not when-” he shook his head. 

“When did you decide to end things?” Rey asked softly. “The day I got in? The day I decided to go?”

“You were reading the acceptance materials,” Poe laughed, closing his eyes against the painful memory. “You looked so fucking happy. I hadn’t seen you look that happy in months. Not with me. And every time you talked about the program while you were reading that packet, you said something like but then I can come back and visit you, or, this weekend looks free, so maybe you could come then, and I thought, ‘she’s going to fucking waste her time trying to plan around me, and she isn’t going to get everything she can out of this.’ And I knew I couldn’t handle you changing your life plans over me.”

“That wasn’t just your decision to make.” Rey looked angry, in a way she hadn’t when he’d ended things. She looked so accepting, that day, looked like she’d been expecting it, looked like it hadn’t surprised her in the least. “Honestly, Poe. Did you even think about asking my opinion?”

“I didn’t want you to lie to make me feel better,” Poe said weakly. She was so beautiful, and between the early light and her incandescent beauty, she was almost impossible to look at through his hangover. “You always sacrifice everything for everyone else. I wanted you to do this for yourself. It’s your PhD, sweetheart, you should be able to focus on it.”

“And I was happy with you,” Rey snapped, circling back, ignoring his argument. “I loved you, Poe, more than anything.”

“Loved?” He asked weakly, hating that he was focusing on the past tense. She ignored that, too.

“Explain to me the ring,” Rey said, arms still crossed in front of her chest. “Explain that to me.”

“What about the ring?” Poe hated the feet of space between them, wanted her in front of him, in his arms, and now. 

“I found it,” Rey said, angrily. “I found the box, the day before you broke up with me. You’d gotten it re-sized, Poe. I know you must have, your mother was tiny.”

He had. And it was still in the box, in his sock drawer, the weight having felt too strange when he tried to put it back on the necklace with his dog tags. It should have been on her finger. 

“Were you going to ask me to marry you?” Rey asked softly, the fight going out of her again. 

“Yes,” Poe whispered. “Yes, I’d been planning on asking on our anniversary.”

Rey snorted, and wiped her eyes with the heel of her hand. “Well, that would have been last week. Huh.”

“Yeah.” Poe nodded once. It should have been last week. “I don’t know how I let you go. It seemed right, right up until I did it. And then.” He shuddered, remembered her quiet, almost serene acceptance. Her things had already been packed up, ready for her move, and she’d just nodded, taken her key off the ring, put it on the table in the foyer, and left, only stopping to grab her bag. Finn had come to get her stuff two days later, and he and Rose had silently loaded the U-Haul. Poe had already been drunk, staring off into space on the couch Rey used to sit on, before he fucked everything up. 

“Why didn’t you call before last night?” 

“I was afraid of what I would say to get you to come home,” Poe laughed bitterly. “I was afraid that you wouldn’t pick up. I was … afraid.”

“If you were afraid, you should have talked to me. We used to be partners, Poe. Partners help each other through things like that.”

“I know.” Poe nodded, miserably. 

Rey stood in his living room, and he fought with the idea that she was even here, was even five feet away from him, and when she smiled at him a minute later, he returned it.

When he held his arms out a minute after that, she walked into them, and held him like she’d never left, like he’d never -

“I don’t ever want to let you go again,” Poe whispered into her hair, tears rolling out of his tired eyes. 

“So don’t,” Rey said, her hands stroking up and down his back. “Don’t let me go.”

He wouldn’t. 

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Don’t believe me, ask him. Part 3

Characters: Dean & Sam Winchester, Jaslyn (OFC), Silas (OMC), Reese (OFC), Crowley

 Word count: 2,523

 Summary: After skipping town after town Jaslyn finally found one she could see herself settle in. For awhile that is at least. Only for the normal supernatural life to follow her there due to her normal old habits always catching up to her. She didn’t see this coming a million miles away though. Was her luck about to change for the better or was she gonna be stuck packing up going off on the run again? Only this time with the Winchester's on her trail?

 Warning: (Not too sure what all to put here) Language, speaking of drug use and alcohol, simple flirting, (18+ only), this one don’t apply too much for this one but there's no telling what may come.

 A/N: I do not own supernatural or any of it's characters besides the OFC's I have created. Do not repost my work anywhere without my permission please. That is if it is even good enough for such wanting. This is my first try at any fan fiction writing. Please be honest with how you feel about it. The only way to get better in my mind is by taking others opinion's into thought. Unless it's just hate crap, then save it for the birds.

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Don’t Believe me, ask him Part 3

Walking out of the blood bank I spotted Dean and Sam outside leaning on the impala. ‘How fucken sexy is she?’ I couldn’t help my eye ball the whole car, not even paying attention to the guys looking back and forth to each other with wide eyes.

“Like what you see, huh?” Dean voice lingering getting his words out.

“Yessir, I sure do” I said, switching my eyes from the car to him. The shine in his eyes were unreal. My heart fluttered, again.

“Get in doll, we’re gonna take a classic today. Not that ricer you be driving.” He chuckled out loud.

Rolling my eyes I slid into the back seat. I couldn’t lie about how this car was a wet dream to myself but I wasn’t gonna let him know such knowledge. Dean drove us to a small café down the road close to the bar we first encountered each other at. There aren’t too many places to go around here being such a small town.

As we were walking into the café the waitress perked her head up from her phone and laid eyes upon Dean first. She slowly made her way to Sam and never once looked at me. Her eyes lit up with joy as she glanced back at Dean but once I made her line of vision her face went sour.

“Hello, my name is Reese and will be your waitress for the afternoon. What may I get y’all to drink?” She was trying to sound sweet. Handing us our menus her eyes never left Dean’s face but to look his arms up and down. He paid no attention to her drools just looked over at me. Sam’s eyes switched back and forth between Dean and me sitting next to each other and back to the bimbo with a smile. I glanced at Sam then back to Dean, who was already looking back at her and slowly to the waitress with a cheesy smile.

“A beer for me and”, Dean nodded over at me “whatever she wants.” Reese looked down at her pad waiting for to answer.

“Water, with lemon please on the side, lots of it please.”

“Sweet ice tea with lemon.”

“Okay, I will be right back with those drinks.” She said, getting one good smile in at Dean before spinning around to walk away.

I looked over at Sam waiting on one of them to bring up the reason we were here to start with. I could only hope I wasn’t about to put myself in between a rock and a hard place.

“Sooo, who is gonna start this awkward conversation were about to have.” I said, winking at Sam.

“Uh, well. I guess I will.” Sam sat up some to straighten his back placing his hand folded in front of him. “Jaslyn, there were blood bank donation bags found next to a girl half drained. There is only one blood bank in this area-”

“and you work at it.” Dean chimed in. I switched back and forth trying to look clueless. ‘Fucking A’

My heart started to race. Silas still hadn’t said anything to me so I’m flying solo here. Feeling a lump in my chest I try my best to think of anything to say.

“And?” I turned my body towards Dean leaning against the wall to look him right in the eyes. Reese was on her way back with our drinks thank god.

“Now, what may I get ya’ll to eat?” She said, after sitting our drinks down without any lemon. “What about you handsome?” Looking at Dean she flashed her dimples.

“Uh, excuse,” Expecting her to at least look at me, I kept talking, “I asked for lots of lemon on the side and my buddy here also asked for some.” I started out sounding decently nice but by the end my tone was annoyed because she wasn’t paying any attention. I could see Sam looking at me out of the corner of my eye and Dean turning to look too. She finally took her eyes off him when no one was looking at her but me. “Lemon, please…” Giving her a sassy smirk showing my own dimples she narrowed her eyes at me and walked away.

“Rude much?” Dean chuckled out. “You didn’t have to bite her head off”

“Maybe if she could drool and do her job correctly at the same time there would have been no need for me to be short.” Making a snorting sound I shrugged my shoulders. Shortly after getting that out my mouth she was back with my lemon. “Thank you, ma’am”

“May I get ya’ll something to eat?” Her attention was still only on Dean. The rumors about women loving him were sure true.

“I don’t know about these two here but I could go for the house burger and fries.” Dean answered without even looking at the menu.

Sam shook his head, “I’m gonna pass and just stick to my drink.” She was finally making her way around the table, vision wise.

I wasn’t too sure if I felt like eating or not. Not being medicated messed with my appetite and since they picked me up I wasn’t able to smoke my daily lunch blunt. She was focused on me waiting with her pen in hand and pad in the other, pen flopping slightly and eyebrows lifted with impatience. “My apologies, I didn’t have a chance to look because of the guys here.” Opening the menu I could hear her let out a sigh. “Let me get the cheese sticks with marinara.”

“Okay then, house burger with fries and an order of cheese sticks,” adding a bit of sass, “Correct?”

“Try not to forget the marinara with it.” I mentioned with my own amount of sass as she started to walk away.

“Do you two know each other?” Sam asked with curiosity in his voice turning his head sideways slightly.

Dean shifted his shoulders toward me and placed his arm on the back of the booth. “Yeah, vibes between you feels like there’s some history. You steal her boyfriend or something? Girl…? I never got an answer about that the other night by the way…” His smile made my heart jump some.

‘Dude, what the fuck’

Chuckling I took a sip of my water and started squeezing the lemons in it. Sam and Dean were waiting on me to respond but I just kept mixing my lemon water trying to make it stronger.

“Because that would be super hot and we may even have a friend that would interes-“

“Dean, Charlie doesn’t need you playing match maker and I’m sure Jaslyn don’t need your help either.” Sam busted out laughing to his brother’s face expression. Dean bunched up his nose and rolled his eyes.

“It’s nothing like that.. She is my best friend’s ex.” I said, like it was nothing. It was nothing. Silas was my best friend and for the last 6 months that’s all he had been, a friend. They were broken up before I moved to this town. “They had some falling out shortly before I moved here, couldn’t tell ya what over. All I know is they broke up and to her I’m the reason. She thinks we’re banging. I’m the home wrecker” I said, using quotation marks with my fingers for home wrecker. ‘Sure, let me tell you all about my soul selling best friend I met during take your daughter to work day’

A few moments later she brought our food correctly to us and went on her merry way to check on other tables.

“Back to why we asked you to speak to us,” Sam trying to change the subject he leaned in over the table, “Have you noticed any strange activities around the office or around town?”

“Strange like how?” I raised my eyes brows and him.

“Well, for starters there have been 3 dead bodies found drained of their blood. They all had IV marks in the arm but for one. Renee Jenkins was found sliced up with no IV marks along with a bag from your job.” Dean said, picking up his burger.

My heart started to tighten. “I didn’t know about any murder until I saw the photos you had at the bar. As far as the other’s, I don’t watch the news for that reason right there. I already know how fucked up it is up here so why bother?”

“Up here?” They both caught what I said and tilted their heads at me. “What do yo-“ both at the same time again.

“Hold on Sammy.” Dean said, sitting his burger down. “What do you mean by up here?”

‘Quick Jas, think... THINK.’

“You don’t believe in heaven and hell?” Lifting my head up in confidence I looked back and forth into their eyes. Showing no sign of worry on my face the best I could I dipped my cheese stick and took a huge bite. Dean already had half his burger down. “Or do you believe the whole hell on earth shit?”

“Oh no... There is a hell for sure.”

“You speak like you have some sort of experience in that area.”

“Jaslyn, who all works at the clinic?” Once again, Sam was trying to keep us all on track. Dean was eye balling me.

“There’s me, my boss, who’s the manager and the two nurses that take the blood. That’s it.” With bags being found, me not being able to do my weekly count and not going through the fanny pack before coming back to work I have no way of telling if the bag was mine or not. But deep in my heart something is telling me Silas didn’t do this now. Nothing is adding up. The first two people, whoever they are, could possibly been Silas, even then I know he wouldn’t kill someone, but this chick they are asking about now couldn’t be. The moment they said she was sliced up I knew it wasn’t him.

“Who is in charge of inventory?”

“That would be me.” I said raising my hand to the waitress since she hadn’t been back around since bringing our food. She saw me and rolled her eyes.

Dean had already finished his burger by the time she made it to us. I hadn’t ate a whole cheese stick but my lunch break was about over so it didn’t matter. “Can I get a to-go carry out?”

The boys looked at their watches. They must have forgotten I was on a lunch break and had a job to get back to while they were working on their own.

“Sorry dudes. Is there any way we can finish this in the car. I need to start heading back.”

As we paid our bill Reese spoke loudly, “Ya’ll be sure to come on back and see me ya hear.” Smiling her fake grin she turned to me. “I sure hope Silas knows you’re out with two strangers having lunch.”

“Nah, but I know you will be sure to let him know for me.” Walking out the front door I could hear her start to say something under her breath but couldn’t make it out so I turned back around. “Be sure to tell him I rode in their car too. It’s a classic. He ass would almost love it as much as me.” I hollered over my shoulder laughing. 

Sam and Dean followed me out to the parking lot laughing their heads off. “Are you sure you didn’t steal anything from her?” This time it was Sam questioning me. “From the sounds of it you di-“

“I already told ya’ll I didn’t take shit from her.” I said, opening my door sliding into the middle of the back seat. “I’ma level with ya’ll… but I gotta know mister beer-thirty I needs to smoke before getting back to work, are you gonna let me or what?”

Dean eyed me through the rear view mirror. Sam tilted his head toward his smiling brother. “Don’t you burn anything back there ma’am”

Sam’s eyes grew huge with shock. “The man who doesn’t let dogs in here is gonna let a chick smoke a j?”

“Shut your pie hole, Sammy.”

Giggling I pull my pre-rolled blunt out and roll my window down some. Sparking it I finished. “So, as I was saying…. I’ma level with ya’ll. This morning my boss told me not to worry about the baggy count. Just told me to send out my normal doings and off into his office he went.”

Dean looked over at Sam.

“Anyhow,” I said, exhaling the thick smoke. “I been working there going on five months and I’ve always done the count and ordered what we needed ‘til today.”

We were almost back to the clinic by now and I hadn’t even got to smoke half. ‘I’ma have to go through that pouch’

“Think you could try and do a count for us. It would be a huge solid.” Sam was turned all the way around now facing me. “Please, Jaslyn. Something in my heart is telling me you have nothing to do with all of this. That you’re just a girl working at a place that just happens to be the focus of something not natural.”

‘Yeah, maybe not this… but.. still. You silly boys’

Pulling into the parking lot I slung my purse over my shoulder and dabbed the blunt out on the bottom of my shoe. “I can’t make any promises. I’ll see what I can do.”

“Thank you Jaslyn. So much.” Sam said as I got out.

“Can I get your number? You know, in case we need to be in touch. Well, we do really..” Dean grinned at me showing those lovely whites. Those dimples were to die for.

“I mean, I suppose ya’ll can have it to be in touch.”

Sam let out a loud laugh, “I like her.”

I walked over and took the cell from Dean’s hand, “I do too.” He smoothly said, winking at me.

“Call me later Sir. If I don’t pick up I’ll call you back when able.” Before I could make it to my desk I was getting a call on my cell. ‘Dean already?’

My heart was jumping with joy until I saw the name.

“Yes, Father?” With my voice full of sass, “How may I help you today? Anybody needing any talking’s to so you can grasp their desperate souls?”

“Mock me how you please but no daughter of mine will be associating with the Winchesters.”

Sitting down in front of my computer I kicked my purse under the desk glanced at my boss’s office door. “Look, I do not have time for this. There are far more important things I have going on compared to you being worried about how you may look in front of other. Others who ar-“

“The daughter of the King of hell cannot and will not be hanging out with the Winchest-“

“Well, I suppose it’s a good thing there aren’t many who even know of me, huh!”

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