five more minutes

pairing: sam carpenter x reader

summary: in which sam just wants five more minutes together

warnings: probably OOC sam

word count: 1170+

author's note: this was a request! and this is my first time writing for sam, so i don't really have her personality down. also, got carried away with the dream sequence LMAO

You’re alone in a field, the sun beginning to set in front of you and painting the sky various hues of pink, orange, red, purple. Birds are chirping in the trees that frame the grassy terrain, a smooth, somehow familiar tune falling out of their beaks and into your ears. There’s a light breeze painting over your skin, refreshing you from the otherwise humid air. As you stand there, all you can think is, Sam would love this place.

And then, suddenly, she’s beside you. 

“It’s beautiful, huh?” she asks, her arm brushing against yours. “So peaceful.”

“Yeah,” you agree, not bothering to question how she had appeared and instead reveling in the fact that she was there. “It really is.”

Sam takes a few steps forward and then glances over her shoulder, holding a hand out for you to take. “Come on.”

You don’t hesitate as you intertwine your fingers with her own. “Where are we going?”

“I have a surprise for you,” she says, grinning from ear to ear. Her eyes are shining with pure joy, so who are you to refuse?

“Okay.”

She leads you through the field with slow, lazy steps, and you don’t think you’ve ever seen her so content in her life. Here, in a place where she knows there are no threats, where she can relax and relieve herself of her anxieties. For the first time, her shoulders aren’t tense, and she’s not squeezing your hand like she’ll have to drag you along in a high-speed chase at any point. 

The two of you travel farther into the field, and you see no end point, but you don’t raise any questions. You simply follow her, enjoying her hand in yours and the ease that she’s at. 

Suddenly, she stops, and you have to dig your heels into the dirt below you to stop yourself from running into her back. You peek around her shoulder yet see nothing, and you furrow your eyebrows. 

“Sam, what—”

Before you can finish your question, she’s spinning around, her hand still in yours, and kneeling down on one knee. You gasp, realizing quickly what’s happening, and your eyes widen. Your heart is fluttering, and you think your legs might be shaking, but you can’t really feel them. 

“Y/N,” she begins softly, “I know we got off to a rocky start.” You giggle, thinking about the first time the two of you had met, in which Sam nearly tased you when you tapped on her shoulder to return her wallet that she had dropped. “But the journey that we’ve been on since then has been the most wonderful years of my life, and I’ve never trusted anyone in the way that I know I can trust you. I want to spend the rest of my life with you, if you’ll let me.”

She reaches behind her with her freehand, digging into her back pocket, and returns with a ring box. You briefly wonder how you hadn’t seen it early but almost immediately dismiss the thought as she pops the box open, revealing a beautiful ring within. 

“Y/N, will you marry me?”

“Ye—”

A loud, incessant beeping woke you from your dream, and you groaned. Without even opening your eyes, you reached out for your phone, bringing it close to your face. You cracked one eye open, ready to turn off the alarm, but you were met with a blank screen, which meant only one thing. 

It was Sam’s alarm. 

You turned over and were met with the sleeping brunette, her hair mused and breathing still even. For a moment, you simply looked at her, taking in her beauty, but then the alarm seemingly got louder, and you knew that you had to wake her. You reached over her body, careful not to jostle her too much, and turned the alarm off before returning to your original position. 

“Sam,” you whispered, placing a hand on her cheek. You were always careful when tasked with raising the woman from sleep because you knew how high-strung her body ran, even if she didn’t mean for it to. The first time you had to wake her up, she had tackled you to the ground, strong even though she was barely awake, and then proceeded to apologize profusely. 

You tried again when your first murmurings didn’t work. “Sam, baby.” You rubbed your thumb along her skin, ran it over the bridge of her nose. Your gentle touches seemed to work as Sam’s eyes fluttered open, dark brown peeking out from beneath her lashes. 

Her immediate reaction, as per usual, was offering you a small smile. “Morning, pretty girl,” she said, lifting a hand to pick up your own. She brought yours to her lips, pressing a kiss to your knuckles. “Any good dreams?” she asked, in the same way she did every morning. 

You hummed, thinking about what had occurred just before you were woken up. “They were amazing.”

She rubbed her thumb along the skin of your hand, squeezed it slightly. “Good.” Her eyes started to close again; she was clearly extremely tired, which you already assumed because Sam always woke to the first ring of her alarm. 

“Your alarm went off, baby,” you said. “You have to wake up for work.”

Sam grumbled softly. “I’d rather stay right here.” To emphasize her point, she reached out, wrapping an arm around your waist and pulling you into her. She rested her chin atop your head and intertwined her legs with yours. Warmth was radiating off of her, and you were tempted to fall back asleep. 

“Baby,” you mumbled into her chest. You slipped a hand beneath her t-shirt, fingers running along the skin over her ribs. “You have to get up.”

“How am I supposed to get out of this bed when you’re cuddling into me like this? It’s not fair,” she murmured. She tightened her hold on you and you felt more than heard as she let out a content sigh. “What if I just called out sick?”

You laughed into her. “You know you can’t.”

If you looked up, you were almost positive she would be frowning, her eyebrows knitted together in disappointment. “I know,” she groaned, “but let me have five more minutes. Please?”

“Okay,” you agreed, nuzzling further into her. Your hand slipped from her side to her back, tracing over her spine lightly until you reached the nape of her neck, where you lightly played with her hair. “Five more minutes.”

bonus: when you woke up again, you were still pressed against sam’s front. you sighed happily and tried to bury yourself deeper into her touch before thinking, wait, sam?

you sat up, hand flying toward your phone. you picked it up, turned it on, and your eyes widened at the time: 10:56AM.

“oh, fuck,” you said. you glanced at the woman still sleeping and shrugged. well, she’s clearly not gonna go in anyway, you thought as you slipped into her hold again. might as well let her sleep.

𝗦𝘂𝗻𝘄𝗼𝗼 - 𝘀𝘁𝘂𝗽𝗶𝗱 𝗯𝗶𝘁𝗰𝗵

synopsis; your boyfriend gets enraged when he gets home one night and discovers you’ve finally escaped with only a note left behind, one that read “ stupid bitch, :) “

wc; 2.9k

genre; yandere

note; I can't believe I just found out this fine ass man exists

warnings; yandere themes, obsession, violence, alcohol, unhealthy relationships, sexual blackmail, slight cat & mouse game, sexual themes / undertones, sunwoo is an asshole, y/n gets lowkey roasted lmao

You hadn't smiled that wide in months, your usual pale face that had suffered so much pain and so much abuse - was now lighting up for the first time in a long time, and it was all thanks to the cocky note you left as you were about to finally escape your devil of a boyfriend.

'' stupid bitch, :) ''

A giggle escaped past your chapped lips as you fantasized about his reaction. With his temper, you were sure he'd almost have a rage blackout; smashing everything in sight, screaming at his managers and frantically calling you over and over with a hand that was bleeding and shaking.

Just the feeling of imagining it felt euphoric because that bastard deserved it and so much worse. Since you had no power, this was the best you could do.

It had been almost four months since he brought you to his apartment after your third date together. You didn't think much of it - although your friends might've killed you if they found out you did such a careless thing. He was the picture-perfect guy; sweet, funny, handsome, tall and gentlemanly. You quickly developed a crush on him. Which was why you followed him home like a little puppy, after a few glasses of wine made you easier to persuade than usual.

But when you stepped inside, something felt off. You couldn't quite put your finger on it. His eyes looked at you very intensely, tracking your movement as you wandered around in his apartment. A slight crooked smile adorned his face.

'' Sunwoo? Why are you just standing there? '' you giggled, coming over to tug on his wrist.

It made his smile fall so quickly that you backed away.

'' Sunwoo? ''

He walked right past you without saying a word while you were left confused in the hallway.

But he returned shortly after with his phone in his hand. The eerie feeling you had in the beginning had grown even bigger now, as you noticed that wasn't the phone he had brought to the date.

Surely anyone having two phones was a bit alarming or at the very least fishy, and that's why you slowly started to take steps towards the door. But he didn't like that.

In a flash, Sunwoo had you pinned against the wall. His forearm pressing into your throat slightly choking you, while his other hand that was raised held up his phone.

You glanced at the phone briefly since he was holding it up in front of you - almost like he wanted you to look. And what you saw made your heart drop.

Staring back at yourself on the display, bile started to rise up. It wasn't a normal picture. You were fully nude, posing in front of your mirror.

'' Where did you get that? '' your voice came out meek and embarrassed, despite you wanting to appear unaffected by the humiliation.

The corners of his lips tugged upwards, but he didn't respond. He swiped to the next picture, this one even worse than the last. You could feel tears sting in your eyes as you looked away.

Sunwoo noticed and shoved the phone into your face while pressing harder on your throat, a silent threat.

'' Why are you doing this? '' you choked out.

'' Isn't it obvious? Blackmail. '' he answered nonchalantly.

He then let go but purposefully placed himself between you and the door, to make sure you didn't think you still had a chance of running away.

'' Blackmail? I don't have any money. '' you scoffed.

Sunwoo rolled his eyes and it shut you up immediately.

'' I know that, idiot. I don't want money. ''

You stared at him bewildered. Seconds of silence passed and you were having an intense stare-down until he smirked. An idea popped into your head but it made you so disturbed you visibly shook your head.

'' Yes. It's exactly what you're thinking. '' he nodded.

'' My- my body? '' you mumbled in horror.

'' Half-right. I want you to be my girlfriend. '' he smiled.

And that's how it started. It was an endless loop of the same day repeating itself. His blackmail was enough for you to never disobey him. Therefor you didn't escape even though you wanted to, you didn't talk back and you did anything he asked - often with a fake smile on your face that was almost painful to wear.

Every morning that he left, you laid on the couch staring at the ceiling. After some time you started to dream of escaping. But you knew you needed a plan - because, if you didn't then he would release the photos which would ruin your entire life. You'd struggle to get a job, your family and friends would abandon you, and you would be ridiculed online.

So you started to secretly go into his basement when he left. The phone was locked up in his safe, you only needed to figure out the code.

The day before you'd hit the four month mark, Sunwoo had made the mistake of leaving the basement door open while he snuck down. It had taken you a long time to figure it out, but you noticed the pills he gave you every night were sleeping pills.

That night, you hid the pills under your tongue and went as quietly as you could to the top of the stairs. It was hard to make out the numbers he was pressing on, but you still got a good idea.

Recalling the pattern to yourself over and over to not forget it, you hurried back to bed before he'd catch you in the act. Not long after you heard him enter, and felt his hands wrap around you.

'' I love you. '' he mumbled into your hair, sighing contently.

You harshly bit back your true feelings before responding. '' I love you too. ''

The day after was when you figured it out. When he left in the morning after you had to please him again and give him a goodbye kiss, you went to the bedroom. Picking up a notebook and a pen you then ran down into the basement.

You drew the numbers closest to the direction you had seen his fingers go in. It was several hours of long work, but finally as the sun set - you had cracked the code.

0327

You held your breath while pressing in the numbers. A beep could be heard and you almost thought you had messed up, until a click followed it.

Hurriedly you flung the door open and got the phone out. The passcode was your birthday; of course.

After deleting the pictures and checking to see they were really gone in the '' recently deleted '' folder - you picked up the duffel bag you had packed over the past few days, double checked everything and then slid it under the bed again.

You were lucky. Because just a few seconds after the apartment door opened as Sunwoo returned home.

'' Y/n? ''

You took a deep breath, mentally preparing before plastering on the fake smile and going to the hall. He was greeted with a kiss and a hug, looking pleased that you didn't wriggle much in his arms this time. Of course that was due to you feeling happy again since you were about to escape. But he was blissfully unaware of that fact.

He even seemed to be happy that you looked more radiant throughout the course of the evening, willingly eating more food than you were used to.

However, as the dinner came to an end, he asked.

'' Why are you suddenly so happy? ''

Your boyfriend had been watching you for a bit. You must've been smiling very wide and moving around a lot more than usual, because now he looked suspicious instead.

Your smile dampened a bit as you met his narrowing eyes.

'' Uh...I guess I've just gotten more used to this. '' you gestured to him and the apartment.

Sunwoo only gave a half-smile. The suspiciousness seemed to still linger in his head.

'' Took you a while. ''

Your hands that were busy cutting up the meat stopped abruptly. You bit the inside of your cheek, holding yourself back from saying something equally bitchy. His common arrogant and mean comments usually didn't bite. But as your old-self had come back, now you wanted nothing more than to fight back.

You didn't notice how your captor grinned when he noticed you battling internally. He had truthfully missed the version of you that always fought - never giving up despite how badly you were losing.

Settling on a simple nod, you avoided his eyes for the rest of the night.

You cleaned up everything and joined him in bed after a very long time in the bathroom where your brain did a lot of overthinking. What if he already knew? What if he found you? What if you messed up? What if he decided not to go to work the next day?

But despite your anxiety ridden brain, you knew you had to force yourself to get back to him soon, or else he'd get even more suspicious. You sighed and opened the door, slipping under the covers. Immediately you felt his arms pull you towards him before wrapping around you tightly, just like a parasite.

'' I love you. '' he mumbled into the crook of your neck.

A victorious smile crept up on your face as you thought of the next day and the escape plan. This was the last time you'd hear his annoying voice.

'' I love you too. '' you said. Even though it wasn't real.

*******

The next day you were lucky. He hadn't suspected a single thing and went to work as always. At the sound of the door slamming you pulled the bag out and waited by the window, watching as the car left.

The next few hours were spent contemplating if you should really go through with the plan. It felt too risky and the worrying had come back again. You were scared that he knew you so well now that he'd easily catch you, wherever you went - within mere hours or days.

And the thought of him doing so and bringing you back to the same apartment, where he'd surely give you the worst punishment yet, terrified you.

It was all you thought about as the clock ticked away, and you didn't even notice it until you glanced at it briefly and saw the numbers, 03:27. Panicked you ran into the bedroom and picked the bag up from the bed where you had left it. He must've gotten off practice by now and would soon be heading home.

Therefor you clutched your things and ran down the stairs, biting down on your lips in determination. There was no turning back now. Even if he found you right outside the entrance, he'd be fuming that you'd even attempted to escape. You might as well go through with it.

So outside you quickened your steps, halting into a run when you thought you saw the beams of a car in the corner of your eye.

You ran for what felt like hours until you saw an alley that you ducked into to catch your breath. Crouching over, you took deep staggered breaths that made wheezing noises escape your mouth.

Being locked up for long, you hadn't had the chance to exercise, and now you definitely felt that fact, your lungs were burning as you struggled to breathe quietly.

You cursed as you realised this would cause a slight delay to your plan. But nonetheless, you still had to rest so you could continue running after you'd caught your breath.

Surely he wasn't home and had noticed anything yet, right?

Leaning against the old rural building behind, your eyelids started to feel a bit heavy. Struggling to stay awake, the tiredness made you float in-between sleeping and consciousness.

The sudden sound of nearing footsteps however, snapped you awake immediately. You grimaced as your shoes made a scraping sound while you tried to push yourself further back behind the container that was shielding you from the street.

'' Y/n? ''

You could almost hear your own heartbeat pick up at the sound of the familiar voice calling out to you. It was him, without a doubt. Your whole body froze.

'' I know you're in there. ''

His tone was unrecognizable. It was hard to tell wether he was mad, concerned or feigning concern to trick you.

He suddenly sighed, followed by a groan; telling you that at the very least, he was frustrated.

'' If you come out now. Your punishment will be less severe. '' your boyfriend tempted.

But you didn't bite the bait. You refused to, even if he had to pull you away with force from your hiding spot. Giving in meant giving up, and you didn't want to give him that satisfaction.

'' This is your last chance. I'm coming in. ''

The owls was the only thing that could be heard in the deafening silence that followed. But it was shortly interrupted by you screaming as a face popped into your line of sight.

'' Sun-Sunwoo. '' you stuttered, quickly getting on your feet and stumbling away from your boyfriend.

He looked behind you, a victorious smile forming on his face. Your face scrunched up before you repeated the same action and realised, to your horror - that you were at a dead end.

Despite that, you continued to back up until your back hit the iron fence. Sunwoo quickly closed the distance, almost being so close you could feel his cologne as you pressed yourself as far away as you could.

'' Stupid bitch. ''

Your head snapped up, eyes widening as you stared at your kidnapper.

'' What? ''

'' Your note. '' he said, with a certain edge to his voice.

It felt as if cold water was poured over you as you remembered the very cocky note you'd left for Sunwoo. Back when you were overly confident you'd escape, and that he'd never be able to find you.

Your eyes shook as they struggled to meet his furious gaze. Was there even an excuse you could come up with right now?

'' I- um- '' you started off, chewing on your lip in frustration when not a single idea popped into your head.

He snickered at you.

'' Who's the stupid bitch now, huh? '' a cocky grin spread over his face.

You felt both like crying and to punch him. Rubbing it in would only serve to crush your already obliterated pride further. Seeing the person you hated the most win - when you'd been the one so close to doing so, felt heartbreaking and so, so unfair.

But even while the panic surged through your body, a small seed was planted inside your head. It was a long shot, but you wouldn't go down without trying everything you could think of.

'' I really do...love you Sunwoo. But I wanted to meet my family. I promise I would go back right after- ''

He cut you off with a deep chuckle, peering down at you from between his dark bangs that were barely covering his enraged eyes. He'd had enough of your shit.

'' Is this a game to you? You seemed very confident when you left that note, piece of shit! '' Sunwoo spat out through clenched teeth, coming closer and using his height as an advantage to scare you shitless as you were forced even further back into the fence behind. You could feel the material push into your skin painfully.

Not daring to look at him, your eyes bore itself into the ground instead.

'' I-I'm sorry, I don't know what I was thinking. I do I-I love you- ''

'' Shut the fuck up! '' he snapped, his raised voice causing immediate tears to sting in your eyes.

And you immediately obliged, a bit embarrassed that you had been trained to do so and it had clearly worked. You were afraid of him and you hated admitting that. You were supposed to be smart, quick-witted and observant. Yet you hadn't even managed to escape, nor avoid getting manipulated by a master puppeteer.

Even though he was so good at it, you of all people shouldn't fall for his games.

'' You think I believed for a second that you loved me? '' Sunwoo scoffed bitterly as you were stuck in your head. Now your attention was back on his figure, eyes landing somewhere on his lower arm instead of meeting him head on.

'' I-I, I do! '' you sniffled pathetically, earning a sarcastic sneer from your boyfriend.

'' Did I teach you to stutter like a dumb bitch too? ''

You were caught off guard, incomprehensible words leaving your mouth as you desperately scrambled to save your pride.

'' Certainly didn't get your acting skills from me. You will never be me, darling '' he poured more salt over your wounds. '' Face it - the difference between how I looked at you and the way you looked at me was so painfully obvious. Did you even try? ''

It was a stupid thing to get upset over, but his words felt incredibly hurtful. You had felt so proud of yourself - so confident in your long-term plan. Being convinced you had the Kim Sunwoo fooled.

His words were like a slap in the face. Another reminder that you were just his plaything, forever being under him and not an equal. Maybe you were so into the act you didn't notice how he always observed you. Sometimes he'd say something just to watch your reaction when you thought you were all alone.

He'd think to himself that you thought you had it all figured out, which was adorable really. But in the end you both knew you could never outsmart him, and he'd be sure to teach you that lesson.

You cursed under your breath. Almost feeling humiliated enough to give into him and just walk home calmly. But you'd be betraying your personality and entire plan if you did so.

'' I'm sorry. '' you mumbled.

'' Do you think I'm an idiot? ''

He stepped so close your face was almost buried in his chest.

'' No, of course not. ''

The tension rose as silence followed. It felt terrifying to not know what was going through his head. But then, after several minutes he spoke again.

'' Then let's go home. ''

Sunwoo draped his arm over your shoulder, pulling you in very tightly and almost choking you. You suppose it was his way of warning of what hell was about to come once you arrived home again.

Coffee

Asa Emory (The Collector) x Gender-neutral Reader (because I just had to write another one lmao)

Warning for homicidal thoughts - Seen earlier on P4tre0n

At first, it was a game. Asa didn’t think he’d get so invested in the house ‘playhouse’ thing. It also started as a personal challenge. Jokes and jabs were made at him by work colleagues who were only temporarily safe from his wrath for being too close to his…civilian form.

“Emory is going to die bitter and alone.” “Not even the spiders will handle such an old grouch.” “Professors party is next month Emory, no date to take yet? Did you ever have one?”

He decided to end things. He couldn’t end their lives just yet, but he could stop the rumors. Stop the pestering buzzing of flies that mocked him just outside his web. He’d get them in time.

But still, in order not to feel so pressured into doing it, Asa challenged himself. Could he fully morph into one of them briefly? Could he achieve the perfect disguise? His daytime mask wasn’t perfect, and he knew that.

Entomology wasn’t the most normal job out there. And while his house looked pleasant and well cared for on the outside, he still couldn’t hold off his deeper interests in the inside decor. He had flaws. Maybe this would stretch his ‘normal person’ muscles. Who knew?

And then he met you. Or well. He chose you. Old habits die hard.

He planned to keep things shallow and neutral. He didn’t want you coming over more than necessary, nor did he have any interest in going to your place that often. Too much effort.

What he didn’t plan, however, was that you would respect his privacy. And while Asa Emory, Ph.D. in entomology, hadn’t had many close, normal, lasting relationship experiences– He was pretty sure that’s not how things usually went. He also had not planned that whenever you did come to his place, you would be pleasant to be around.

Asa hated questions, especially from people he despised and especially from stupid people. Odd, given his job- but it was just how things were. Anything to keep appearances.

So he tightened his jaw the second you pointed your finger at his Five-Horned Rhinoceros beetle diorama. “Did you preserve that one yourself?”

He almost shifts on his feet, almost. Good question. “I didn’t. It was gifted to me by my college professor.” He hadn’t thought about him in months, even if the diorama was one of his favorites.

You smile, “Oh, that’s adorable.” Nothing about him was adorable other than the fact he liked to be adored. Like a God.

He thinks about killing you after that. Especially after you’ve had sex, especially now that you’re laying right beside him, dead asleep. Vulnerable.

You shift awake, and he doesn’t try to look away from you. He’s too focused to pretend right now. Still, you blink a couple of times and scoot closer to him. His hand twitches under the covers.

“Can’t sleep?” You ask. His eyes shift to your lips as you speak before coming back up. You smile, and whatever is going through your head right now definitely isn’t the same as his. But you still run your hand up his arm. It's almost like asking permission. Asa doesn’t like to be touched, but you learned that if he lets you touch up his arm, the rest should also be okay.

You learned fast. Maybe that's why you were still alive. He was still deciding if he was thankful for that or not. “Come here, then. It’s too late for staring.” You open your arms and use your hands to bring his shoulders closer to you. Closer to your chest.

He goes.

He scratches the thought of killing you after that.

While Asa was not one for getting unfocused- he did blink twice when the professor’s party email popped up in his inbox. And while you had been bringing coffee over, you sure felt concerned for whatever got Asa to blank so hard. You came to learn that 2 seconds was too long without a response from your entomologist. “Asa? Asa-?”

“I forgot about the Professor’s gathering.” He says. You slowly nod in understanding, “Ohhh…Were you obliged to do something for it?” You ask. He then remembers his coffee mug in your waiting hand. “No,” he takes the mug, “we just have to go.”

Your eyebrows do a little jump. “We?”

At this, he turns at you. “You’ve seen them before.” You nod, “Well, yeah- but only when we had a date after your shift- or when we had lunch together.”

“That’s what people in a relationship do.” He says, not trying to make you feel stupid, but almost like he was reassuring himself. You let out a soft laugh, “Yes, but I mean-. Look, I know you like your space, and your things- you don’t have to take me to a formal event because people think its the right thing-”

“But it is.” He counters. You grimace a little, taking a seat beside him at the kitchen table. “Depends-, do you want to go?” You ask him. He frowns.

He considers.

“No.”

You nod. “Then we don’t have to go.” You say, putting your hand over his on his leg. “How about we stay home and do something else? Or we can go somewhere else, or you could use that night to-”

“Stop.”

You freeze, swallowing your words as you retreat your hand from his. “Oh- sorry.” You look up again when he sets his mug on the table, barely having time to react when Asa’s hands cup your face and his lips close in on yours.

You lower your mug more and more as he continues to kiss you. Kissing him was always something different. Different doses of desire, roughness, and dominance. Different amounts of tenderness and care, and sometimes you swore you could feel something else. Only sometimes.

This was one of those times.

You blindly try to set your own mug on the table until his hand guides yours. His hand wraps around your arm and pulls you closer. And closer, and closer. Until you’re getting up from your chair and moving toward him.

Your chest touches his when you straddle his legs. His hand goes up in your hair while the other caresses your face. He breaks the kiss to look at you for a second. His eyes always had that power over you. The power to make you feel bare. Vulnerable.

Your breathing is strained from the kiss. His is from restraint.

He kisses your cheek and moves to your neck. The way he breathes close to your ear in between them makes your legs shake the tiniest bit.

When his hands hook under your thighs, your arms lock around his neck. He lifts you up, and you know what’s next. What you didn’t expect to hear was the small, barely audible “Thank you.” He whispered as he carried you upstairs.

Asa Emory had played himself.

He almost fell for it when your hand touched his in the kitchen. When you looked at him with all the honesty in the world over something so stupid. So willing to mold yourself to him.

But the feeling didn’t go away. Not after the sex, not after the sleep. Not for anything.

He wakes up, and you’re not there. The sheets are cold.

He gets dressed and goes downstairs. The smell of breakfast hits him like a train. Not many times did you both eat like this. At least not in the morning. And if you did, Asa made it. He always woke up first, made breakfast, and left it for you. He always left for work before you woke up. But this time it was different.

He didn't ask for it.

But Asa never had these small gestures of affection towards him. He always had to do shit alone. Always. He almost can’t believe his very eyes. And he definitely cannot believe he’s not -very- angry right now.

He’s standing at the kitchen entrance watching you making breakfast for you both when he realizes that he's in deeper than he thought.

When did you outsmart him? When did he let his guard down?

When did he start liking you this much?

Still, he should have known himself, his soft spot. You.

You were his soft spot. But still, he didn’t imagine it’d go so far. Had he always longed for this intimacy? Deep down? Maybe he did. Maybe the scared little boy did. But he had it now, hadn’t he?

"Alright, all done! And would you look at that, you actually have time to eat before going out! I-...Asa?"

Asa blinks when he hears his name, coming back to reality, "Hm?"

You smile. A soft, fond laugh escapes you as you shake your head. "Come on Mr. Emory, let's get some coffee in you".  You grab his hand, pulling him towards the table where everything is set.

He goes. Gladly.

songwriting with meiko 🎙️

i have a few things to comment abt this which will be isolated under the cut so the post doesnt get too bloated :] mainly small hcs about meiko/kaito/miku hhhh

an idea that briefly popped in my head when i was brushing my teeth that i did not want to let get away. it was ambitious and i liked the concept of using my hc'd versions of the younger crypton vocaloids (miku's beta design and meiko/kaito's v1 designs) interacting with each other, so i went for it. i designed the general vibe of the background in animal crossing, ol reliable for these kinds of things, since i knew i wanted to cram as much detail in the environment as i could. i made a post about it on my personal account here since i was quite proud of this build.

as i was decorating, i kept spontaneously making headcanons for the younger meiko/kaito/miku unit in order to understand how to populate their living space with accurate clutter. i ended up totally overdecorating the whole thing and only referenced a small portion of the interior (like, why'd i go so hard on thinking about the yard? thats just what happens when i try taking this route) but i did like some of the ideas i came up with to explain my decorative choices. here's just a ramble.

oh yeah i guess i should get something i mentioned in the tags of that art i made w all the crypton gang's "younger" versions out of the way: i hc the character vocal gangs' "younger" designs to be their "IF" or beta designs. and meiko and kaito's younger versions are their V1 designs, mainly inspired by how they appear in the earlier project diva games (every time i look at them i just see them as awkward teens still trying to figure out who they are lmao)

also mentioned there that sakine meiko and meiko are one in the same and the fanloid and vocaloid arent separate entities. sakine meiko was meiko in her early music career as a relatable teen pop idol, with the "sakine" family name being made up to create that image. once meiko grew into an adult, she put the persona behind and just went by meiko, and around that time she met kaito and theyd be musical partners for a while

meiko sort of adopts miku into their unit when she recognizes her potential and serves as a mentor to her after then. kaito is the same but acts more as a supportive guardian in comparison. rin, len, and luka would come along later of course.

yeah i really fuck with the idea of the crypton gang being a little family :] i think it's neat! and this art/animal crossing build was a fun way to explore that hc a little

meiko is a physical media fiend, especially for music. loves collecting cds and vinyls and the like; they're littered all over the house. loves rock music too

kaito on the other hand has a knack for gardening and tends to the very modest garden outside their house. also collects a lot of art he finds in thrift marts and such for novelty's sake

miku always dedicated herself to improving her craft and finding her voice thanks to the help of meiko. she was also kind of a nerd at this era. very serious and dedicated

these folks did not know how to clean shit up, everything left lying on the floor ends up being an intentional decoration (probably not clear in this but i did like scattering stuff around to the best of my ability in the AC build)

ummm that’s it for now i guess i had less than i expected? but i’m glad to get this down somewhere lol feel free to share your own hcs if you wish, i love hearing them

Out of nowhere, I had this dream that Tomiko was semi-canon, in that she appeared (unnamed, only in full cat form, not speaking at any time) in one episode where the boys have some kind of like... generic cartoon "save the creature" shenanigans scenario. They chased Tomiko all over town and then thought she got killed/crushed/etc. near the end, only for her to pop up, be fine, and go home on her own.

Anyway, in the dream, the appearance of this cat preceded your OC, and so your character was based on this one-off appearance. Oh, and this episode ended up being ranked in the top 5 most popular episodes for the series because everyone had gone back to watch for "Tomiko", lmao.

i dont think that was a dream i think you briefly visited another reality

NO BUT FR THAT’S SO FUNNY SDKJFHKLH thank you for sharing <3

I love how I keep finding fellow ace/aros in my blog. Did ya'll just sense my vibes in my fics lmao–

YANDERE FACELESS!AYATO IS CRUSH MATERIAL. HE IS BABYGIRL.

(Is this considered a headcanon list)

LISTEN:

Faceless!Ayato will not only send you suspicious meals in your mailbox, he would also make sure your NRE automatically slots his cooking. You'd find that some of your food is missing but that's just because he trades them! Ayato wants to have a little taste too... He takes your handmade suspicious meals because he wants to taste those weird and burnt flavors for fun.

Diona's voiceline keeps getting altered in the TCG event. You cannot switch out your Ayato card. She seems to warn you not to do that every time.

When you quit the TCG game, you saw a brief flash of Faceless!Ayato standing by your table before the loading screen pops up.

Diona invites you to play again soon until Ayaka arrives.

Ayaka has a non-voiced dialogue that says "(Y/n), have you seen my brother?"

before proceeding with the usual "I don't find the rules of the game to be clear, exactly, and my experience with it comes from watching my brother play. But if it's your request, (Player Name)..."

With his rerun appearing at around December, Faceless Ayato becomes more anxious.

Ayato doesn't have any excuse to prolong his banner like what happened to his sister and it kills him when you haven't pulled for him yet. This is when the name "Kamisato Ayato" becomes unbearable because the NPCs kept mentioning him. Susan, the NPC who wants to take pictures, briefly mentioned that she met a kind man who took a picture for her too.

You get free 10 intertwined fates in your mailbox with a description that implies it's a Christmas present.

And it has a 5 days expiration date.

Story So Far...

//Taking a drawing break briefly as my wrist has started aching again lol. Thought this might be a fun little summary post! This doesn’t contain everything I’ve made for them, but eh.

Major plotpoints/lore (marked by key art pieces I suppose) are noted with * and bolded.

Clavell says hello! Sada and Turo butt in too. It’s introduced that this is a post-game universe where Clavell/Sada/Turo are a polycule who raised Arven together.

*The trio are revealed to have been childhood friends. >>

The nature of their relationship is revealed a little more. Their family is a strange one. >>

Turo learns what DILF means. >>

* We see a glimpse of domesticity in the Lighthouse. >>

Clavell reminisces about how the trio have known each other for so long. It’s revealed that Sada and Turo occupy the empty lab area of Clavell’s office, and have artificially created Miraidon and Koraidon. >>

Glimpses of the trio raising Arven all together. >>

Clavell learns what DILF means (sort of.) >>

* How Clavell got Sada and Turo to leave area zero is revealed. He had his Gyarados and new team of water pokemon flood Area Zero. The place is no longer visitable. >>

* Clavell explains how the three of them got romantically involved. >>

Arven shares a bit about how being their only son is like. It’s also revealed that he is a Champion in this universe, and doing quite well with all his friends. He’s hoping to use the Herba Mystica to heal the two raidons (and got grounded for fighting titans during his treasure hunt lmao) >>

* Clavell gets a migraine, after discussing the possibility of an assailant harming his family. >>

Sada shares a little bit about her starter pokemon, Fuecoco. >>

Arven calls Clavell Pops! >>

* Clavell is becoming more and more sick, for an unknown reason. >>

Arven thinks everyone should stop trying to kiss his dads. >>

* Clavell is asked about how he feels knowing other realities where he didn’t step in to pull Sada and Turo out of the crater, breaking down by the end of it. >>

* Turo apologises to a sleeping Clavell for an unknown reason. >>

Turo doesn’t know what Gigachad means. >>

Something silly of how the trio’s confession went. >>

* Clavell doesn’t know what babygirl means. Sada tucks him into bed, expression solemn. His condition is worsening. >>

* Both Sada and Turo apologise to a sleeping Clavell. >>

* Clavell talks about how the grief felt so real, despite not living those other lives. >>

Turo shares how he crushed extremely hard on Clive and Sabine, whilst dressed as Trent. >>

Clavell speaks owo. >>

Sada loves her boys haha. >>

* Sada shares a bit about how she was when she was in college, and how Clive might’ve been partly inspired by her. >>

* Sada and Turo pull a slightly better Clavell out to see Mesagoza’s sunset... asking some peculiar questions about treasure. They kiss him, and it feels like an awful goodbye. Clavell passes out after coughing blood and a sharp pain lancing through him. >>

* The trio are no longer answering asks directly. Instead, only the Zero Lab’s log file search is available. >>

CCTV footage of the Zero Lab Canteen being on fire due to Turo’s poor cooking skills. >>

Sada and Clavell share a tender moment during her pregnancy, Clive makes an appearance to cheer her up once more. >>

Flood query does not exist. >>

Flutter Mane query results in footage of them. >>

* Sada’s Personnel File. >>

The trio celebrate Turo’s birthday. >>

The lab’s inhabitant’s daily routine. >>

Baby Arven is hushed to sleep by Clavell. >>

Baby Arven and Turo share a peaceful moment together, watching some Glimmora and Glimmets. >>

Baby Arven eats a camera. >>

Sada throws Arven’s diaper at Turo’s face in an argument. >>

Sada asks for kisses. >>

* “Miraidon & Koraidon” search entry. >>

“Safety” query shows Sada, Turo, Clavell and a baby Arven resting. >>

* Search for “casualties” results in footage of Sada and Turo talking. >>

* Arven’s first birthday is celebrated in the labs. >>

A conversation between Clavell and Turo is recorded. >>

* Scream Tail identified in Station 4. Password required for further access to zero lab footage.>>

An email between Turo and Arven is found. >>

* Password Authenticated. Slitherwing, Roaring Moon, Iron Moth, Iron Valiant identified in footage. >>

* Clavell’s Gyrados identified in footage. >>

Sada sends Arven an email. >>

12 Masterballs have been recently 3D printed. >>

* “Locate Clavell” Search query reveals Clavell facing off Sada and Turo’s Koraidon and Miraidon. >>

*Alternate Zero Lab Footage located. Clavell is injured. 4 other videos remain locked. >>

TBC! :D it’ll be a while till the conclusion, meanwhile I hope y’all are enjoying this little ride into delving into these characters’ history together/lore.

Before We Go [s.r]

Fandom: Marvel (Endgame-centric) Pairing: Steve Rogers x reader Word count: 1,698 Warnings: nope :)

A/N: this is a repost/touch-up from an account I don't post fics on (it's literally the only one I'd posted on there lmao). just a cute little romp before all hell breaks loose in endgame 🙃

Cold water trickles down your face, a refreshing intoxication to your system. It does wonders for the nerves you’re going to expertly conceal when you’re surrounded by the team. Authority doesn’t work without confidence and a solid game plan. That’s how you always felt about it, that is.

After drying your face and cutting off the faucet’s water flow, you take in the new suit adorning your body. Primarily white with black accents and red trim. A smirk crosses your lips. While your knowledge of quantum physics was as limited as the percent of malevolence in Scott Lang’s psyche, you knew its kinetic fibers would protect you in your attempt at time travel. The concept had always frightened you, as you harbored a genuine fear for the unknown, but those stones have to be located if it means bringing back your friends. Your family. 

Besides, you looked good. Who would have thought that red and white complimented each other so perfectly?

Exiting the bathroom, you nearly run into the aforementioned Ant-Man. Not because you weren’t looking properly, but because Scott looked to be light-years away. It’s as if he had already traveled to another dimension without you.

“Lang,” you greeted with a tilt of your chin, thinking the sound of your voice would be enough to break him from his mental reverie. Based on the way he continues to wring his hands and paw at the back of his neck, legs carrying him from one end of the hallway to the other, and back again, you’d say you failed. You press further. “Scott.”

Startled green eyes meet yours, jaw popping open for a fraction of a second before he composed himself. You rose a brow in disinterest as he straightened his posture, puffing up his chest to appear more self-assured. “Hello, fellow Earth’s mightiest hero. Yep. It is I, Scott Lang: an emotionally stable who could definitely defeat Thanos in his sleep. I deemed it selfish of myself to go it alone, hence, I came to you for help. I’m very strong.”

“Scott—”

“Like, embarrassingly so.” He continues. Oh my God, he’s broken. “As in, I went to pick up my coffee mug this morning, and the whole thing just shattered.”

“Hold on—”

“Like, a million pieces.” Laughing nervously, he throws in a passive, “My muscles are so big.”

“Dude, cut the crap.” You demanded half-heartedly, gaze softening. “This will work, okay? You’ll get to see Hope again, and we can get rid of that purple bastard for good.”

“I know, I know.” He returned, almost sounding defeated before the battle had even begun. “I guess I’m overwhelmed by, just, everything. So much is happening all at once with so much at risk. One wrong step, and I could ruin this for not only myself but everyone.”

“Scott Lang, you are the toughest Ant-Man I know—”

“There are other Ant-Mans?!”

“—and you’re not gonna screw up anything, because we’re all gonna be covering each others’ asses out there. We’re a team. A family. We’re all in this thing together.”

“She’s right, Scott.”

Ignoring the tremor that ran through your body at the sound of his voice, the corner of your lip curled upwards as Steve Rogers, Captain America, joined the two of you. He met your eyes briefly before focusing on Scott, his cheeks now carrying a faint pink hue. “We are a family, and families stick together. It won’t be any different for us. We’re gonna go back in time, get to those gems before Thanos, and bring back our friends.”

“God, you guys are good together.” Scott uttered before giving much thought to his words. The compliment caught you off guard, as you choked on your breath while Steve’s face became a deep shade of red. Scott’s eyes widened as he attempted to save himself. “Oh, I didn’t mean it in that way, of course! I was just trying to say that you’re really good at those motivational speech things. You knew that, right? God, maybe my superpower should be ‘knowing when to shut up.’”

“Yeah, why would we—”

“How about we just get back to the others?” You suggested, sending a tight-lipped smile to convey your need to evade this conversation topic.

“Great idea!” Steve agreed a little too enthusiastically, the excitement in his tone making you jolt in surprise. 

Shaking off what may have been the worst interaction in your life, you led the two men back to the rest of your friends.

“We ready to do this?” Natasha wasted no time for pleasantries as she lifted an eyebrow in question. “I know I am.”

“Sure, why not?” Scott returned, nervously, but you could tell from the newfound determination on his face that he was ready.

“Let’s do this.” Bruce said.

“I’ve never been more ready for anything in my life.” Clint stated, a hard look in his eyes from all the pain he had endured due to Thanos.

“Hell yeah!” Rocket cheered. “Let’s get this dirtbag, once and for all.”

Thor tipped his head back to chug the soda in his hand before crushing the can and releasing a belch that caused even you to crack a smile. “I’m with the Rabbit.”

“Well, majority rules.” Tony pointed out, an edge to his tone that hid his true levels of excitement to be working with the team again. “Let’s go save our friends, and, hopefully, the world.”

Natasha guided the temporary remaining members of the Avengers to the Quantum Portal. Your friends followed her, but you couldn’t bring yourself to do the same. Something was holding you back. Or someone.

“Actually, Steve,” There was a waiver to your voice, and you silently cursed yourself for waiting so late to do what you were about to do. The man stopped in his tracks and looked back at you, brows furrowed in question. You sighed shakily, suddenly hating the way feelings made you feel. You spoke quietly so as to not alert the other seven people who will definitely tease you about this once everything is back in order. “Can I talk to you about something for a second?”

“Yeah, sure.”

“Everything alright back there, you two?” Tony shouted, but the dryness in your throat made you unable to speak above anything more than a whisper. 

Steve took note of this, probably because he’s never seen you in such an emotional state before, and answered for you. “Yeah, we’ll be over there in a minute.”

“Fifty-nine, fifty-eight, fifty-seven, fi—ow! What the hell, Iron Moron?!”

“Stuff it, Build-a-Bear, or I’ll stuff it for you.”

“Yes!” Thor says jovially. “Because Build-a-Bears are made with—”

Steve shuffled into your line of sight, his calm and reassuring baby blues giving you the motivation to catch your breath. His voice is soft and gentle, matching the grasp he has on your forearms. “Hey, what is it?”

In a terrifyingly accurate Lang-like fashion, an avalanche of words tumbled from your mouth before you could organize your thoughts. But first, you try to back out. Naturally. “Um, well, it’s a lot, so if you’d rather just talk about it later, actually, I wouldn’t mind.”

“No,” he assures, timbre more soothing, if that was even possible. “You can tell me. We have time.”

Nice try, you guess. Cue the Lang ramble. “Okay, well, there’s this thing that has kind of been bothering me. Well, a lot of things bother me, as you know. But, um, this thing revolves around the two of us. I’ve been meaning to talk to you about it for a long time. As in, practically since the day we met. Obviously that never happened. Probably because of these stupid walls I put up to block out anyone who I find myself the sligh—”

Hands sliding up to your jaw, Steve pulls you closer. Your eyes find his, clouded with something that made them sparkle. Like glitter sprinkled in the sky. His words are quiet, insistent, and only meant for you. “I love you, too.”

Steve’s lips were soft and warm, like a field of flowers on an enchanting summer day. His touch was gentle yet persistent. Kind yet urgent. Loving yet determined. His hands held your face in such a way that anchored you to him. The two of you became one as he drew your body in closer, your hands finding a place to rest on his chest. Every emotion running through your bodies could be felt within the embrace. 

The urgency of the mission.

Fear for its outcome.

Hidden doubts, tucked away to appear strong.

Ambition to bring back your lost friends.

All while keeping the found ones safe. 

Love stored in a deep heart department that only he could reach.

As you parted for air, your eyes remained closed. After pushing back the desire for any chance of happiness for yourself, you had finally fought those inner demons to find love. You finally had him. You wanted to bask in this moment of self-glory in his arms for eternity, but even a couple more seconds would suffice. 

Rowdy cheers and applause were what forced you to open your eyes to the genuine smiles on the faces of those you loved. Seeing them celebrating in a time such as this lightened the weight on your shoulders, as living a life like yours required you to seize every moment of laughter that you could. 

Steve’s smile widened upon seeing your happy expression. He brushed a loose strand of hair behind your ear, before slightly shaking his head in bewilderment at the sight before him. His eyes had never been clearer. “You ready to go restore humanity, doll?”

“Always,” You kissed his pink cheek, your smile falling the slightest bit as you said your next words. “Just don’t die on me, Rogers.”

“And you be careful.”

“When am I not?” You winked, poking his nose.

The two of you rejoined the team in the Quantum Portal where you would be sent back to the past. You locked eyes with Tony across the way, who flashed you a quick thumbs up and a wink.

From that point forward, you all began the mission to save your friends, and, hopefully, the world.

LONG-ass Sims 3 post.

@thirtynineitude  I’m just screenshot-obsessed and have nothing to do with that other than post on tumblr, oop.

This is continuing from the household I made here. 

(Not often I actually engage with townies, or build my own stuff, but here are two days of gameplay doing just that, and v amused with it all) :

Lucy’s on Level 8 of painting but only had an easel outdoors, and winter happened, so due to lack of room, she had an easel in the bathroom. Ended up building her a little many-windowed studio in the yard. Basically easels, a couch, and a bar - the necessities.

(Still wanted to move her to a bigger place altogether, but wanted to focus on her social stuff first. Idk if it’s because of the Inappropriate trait, but social stuff hasn’t been her forte.)

A pop-up happened about a spring festival, and the weather was nice (which is rare because it’s ALWAYS raining in this town), so I sent her to the festival.

There, she took a liking to a townie fairy named Dustin Langerak.

They chatted for a while...

but finding out he was married was a harsh blow.

End result: they’re friends-ish, but consolation ice cream was still needed before heading home.

She was home for a short while but she’s pretty diligent about work, so off a-ghost-hunting we go.

Encountered a wild horse on the job.

Once home, Lucy fixed her sink and tended her little garden then went to bed.

Next morning she briefly encountered Grady Elfman, her neighbor/ex-bf’s maid, who I think she also likes but he’s always so busy working he may as well be a full NPC.

Got some more painting done, then back to work. Can’t remember what career level she’s on but she’s on but she’s making decent money and can now scan for ghosts and they’ll appear... when they want, it seems. I’m not sure there’s not a glitch for how long the work takes now, but whatever, being a Ghostbuster is fun.

Long night, got home, chilled with Bogey. I took that time to switch her outfits up in CAS, which I’m doing more often than usual for the hell of it, and still learning everything Sims 3 has. (She doesn’t seem impressed with the meals, even if the clothes are alright.)

Oh, and she’s training Bogey to shake and it’s adorable. tbh the fact I haven’t filled this whole post with Bogey screenshots is a feat of willpower and I should get a sticker or something for it.

ANYWAY - I got tired of her tiny little house, and sticking even a pixellated, 100% Not Real big dog in such a tiny house, and decided to build her a new one. I NEVER DO BUILDS FROM SCRATCH EVER, but this once decided to try. So, I had her request five days off ghost-hunting work as kind of a fresh start, took all her art and photos off the wall and put them in her inventory, and sent her and Bogie off to their new house.

The build doesn’t look like much from the outside maybe, but I’m happy with the inside, and can’t believe I managed a conversation pit from scratch:

Kitchen is open from all directions.

The bedroom has a sweet aquarium window.

MASSIVE dining room, because why not, it’s the Sims.

Her last bathroom was so tiny and pretty boring, so I made this one more interesting with plants.

Upstairs isn’t used much yet, but for now it makes good space for her gem collection:

Oh, and the world’s tiniest pool. Not really for swimming, more for when the summer heat calls for a dip. Bogey seems to think it’s perfectly Bogey-sized.

What does one do with a giant new house?

Throw a party!

Townies she’d met even once or twice popped up on the possible invite list, so a whole bunch showed up. Dustin Langerak included, and I think Lucy was polite not to ask him why she’d found his profile on the sim dating site the day before. 😂 (He even messaged her, ‘I didin’t expect to see you here.’ on the dating site. Bro, what are YOU doing here? lmao but I digress)

Good party! On one of the few good weather days in the neighborhood, thankfully.

Not much social progress made because too many people to have any deep conversations, but still fun, and I had no idea all the guests would bring their own treats and it was a cute game surprise to see happen.

After party? Leftover pizza om nom nom and a bath for Bogey.

The next night, the weather turned back to snowy (which is bullshit, but at least she didn’t plant any new gardening at the new place yet), and I sent her to the beach to enjoy time off work and/or take painting reference pictures. Beautiful little spot. I really do love this town.

The next day, for whatever reason, she invited Dustin Langerak to hang out. They even danced!

And he stepped on her foot more than once.

And DESPITE his having a Sim dating profile (despite being married), he’s not into her, womp womp.

So that night, she tried to hang with Connor Frio, who she’d met on the dating site and at the party. 

Somehow they annoyed each other and it didn’t last long, whoops. Someday I may have to review her traits and see if they’re ALL as off-putting as Diva and Inappropriate lmao

So, she went home on her Vespa - really gotta get this gal some winter-friendly transport, jfc, but yay another wild horsey spotted! - and I got her a sculpting station for something new to focus on.

So yeah, idk where all the singles can be found in Sims 3, and it does get a little tiresome just playing one Sim all the time, but guess she’s as happy with art and her fluffy buddy as building out a family? (There’s one townie lady she’s been courting via text too but who is ALWAYS busy, so what can ya do? Probably just have to send her out to more social events than letting her sit around and paint all the time.)

And she’s hardly the only one who loves this pupper so much. I love this pupper so much, damn it.

Even had her paint him. <3

PBB + LL:VOS DentedDimensions!AU

One may be led to believe the universe they live in is the only one out there.

However, they eventually discover the truth.

And the truth's not always kind, is it?

(A whole lotta words under the cut lol)

You cannot hide forever.

Universes exist within an infinite space, some of which drift past others at different speeds. Some universes can overlap. Most never even brush past another.

But when universes briefly phase through each other, something happens. Flickering images of people not from the universe they appear in are an example of such.

Sometimes there are devastating effects. Whole chunks from universes can be displaced though those are very rare, or perhaps a person can be swapped with another not from that universe, briefly or... permanently. The latter is more common, it seems.

But they can also be destroyed. It seems all the universes of Pokémon Roria eventually vanish, almost as fast as they pop up.

Except for a select two. These have been around longer than the others, but the end will still approach, gripping their helpless forms in its savage maw and then crushing them slowly, until nothing remains...

And one of those two is where we begin.

Pokémon Brick Bronze

CHARACTERS:

Professor J. Hawthorne, a mysterious and supposedly gone mad man, he speaks weirdly sometimes and does not always use normal terms. However, he is quite friendly, but seemingly a bit of a coward at times, he also speaks fondly of some unheard of people. He prefers staying out of sight most of the time and wears a purple dried flower in the breast pocket of his suit.

Noah Cypress

Noah happens to look up to Professor Hawthorne, despite his flaws as he acknowledges his professor's accomplishments. He is very fond of Pokémon and prefers to be around them rather than people, unlike his friend.

Bandhur Vanta

Bandhur is much more interested in helping others so they can benefit, so, one of his hobbies includes making small gadgets. Sometimes his parents help out, however, some of his projects don't always work how they're supposed to. He is much more of a people person than a Pokémon person.

Kassandra Faust (often shortened to Kass, or Kassie)

Originating from Rosecove, Kass specialises in Steel-Type Pokémon. Usually, she was the kind of person not to make herself known, Kass experienced a change of attitude when she saw the friendly old man over at the lighthouse being hassled over the legendary Blue Orb. Stepping in, Kass challenged the foes, taking them out except for one.

That last one was taken out by Bandhur, who was impressed by her skills and asked her to join them. Kass hesitated since she hadn't seen too much of the outside world, a bit afraid of what she would encounter.

However, Noah reminded her she took out most of the foes, and that those people were what she had to expect out there.

Kass then agreed, joining them.

(Of course, there's more to add in between but I'll spare you the details for now)

Loomian Legacy: Veils of Shadow

CHARACTERS:

Dr T. Sable

(For future ref, maybe UnSable lmao)

Sable is a renowned inventor, known for bringing Sepharite City back from the brink of absolute despair, she is quite bold and works just as hard as her fellow colleagues. No one knows where she was born or came from, but no one ever asks, so she doesn't tell.

She sometimes wears a purple scarf with blue tassels over her clothes, as well as a special holographic visor and brown hat. She tends to like green, and unlike most of her workers, she uses Ancient-Type Loomians, except for her Vesperatu.

In the first encounter, this is not seen, however. She is not always quick to fight, though she will be a tough opponent to beat.

However, she seems to be missing someone dearly.

More to come if I want to write more, though I might just focus on Eclipsed rn.

Like a fire in My Blood

(so uhhh obligatory Lupin self-insert fic!! this is a li’l backstory of how my S/I got involved with the squad that I’ve been working on for the past couple weeks, lmao. warnings for guns, canon-typical violence, and lots of swearing- y’all know me by now XD” enjoy!)

Tied up to a chair in an abandoned warehouse surrounded by gun-toting mobsters was not planned for my Saturday night. Then again, normalcy wasn’t very present in my life anymore.

“Now you’re gonna tell me one more time, sweetheart, where is that treasure?” the squatty man who I assumed was the leader growled, pointing the gun at my face. What the fuck.

“First of all, I am not as sweet as you think I am,” I spat- how the hell was I so snarky staring straight into the barrel of death itself??- “and second of all, I really have no idea what the fuck you’re talking about so quit insisting I do and let me go!” Surprisingly, he lowered the gun.

“You’re a terrible liar, my dear,” he snarled, going over to where my jacket that had been forcibly removed from my person for some reason was hung.

“Buddy, I was raised by an overprotective controlling helicopter mother, I may as well be a professional liar,” I retorted.

“Well then how the hell do you explain this?!”

I gasped as he pulled out the bright, shimmering green stone from my jacket pocket. FUCK.

“Oh THAT! Jesus Christ, I completely forgot I had that, goddamn!”

“Yeah, sure you did.”

“No, I’m dead serious, I actually forgot about that! Literally, if I had remembered that I would’a told you straight-up because that shit is not worth my life!”

“Well then, care to explain now?”

“Yeah okay so it’s like- I went down State Street, past the Cultural Center, then I kinda went through Millenium Park until I got to the Art Institute, then I took a left and once I got past Lakeshore Drive I hopped over to the left again and- that cluster of trees at the park entrance? It’s literally right there in the middle of them, hidden practically in plain sight! I was just trying to find some worms for composting and I find a shit-ton of emeralds instead, how crazy is that?” I laughed breathlessly.

It wasn’t a joke, no, every word I spoke was true. I was so shocked upon finding the stash of emeralds right there in the middle of Chicago that I immediately covered it back up and ran off-- but not before nicking one, if only as proof that the whole thing hadn’t been a weird fever dream. And possibly for future bragging rights, but other than that, material things like rare precious jewels meant nothing to me. The fact that these happened to be in my favorite color was just a cool bonus. 

“Thank you for your cooperation,” the fat man sneered, huffing away at his fat cigar. “I’ll be taking this and the rest of the emeralds now.”

“Go ahead, I don’t need it or any of the others.” I would have waved my hand dismissively had it not been tied behind my back.

“I don’t understand though… what kind of woman would give up such riches so easily?”

  I tried not to gag. I don’t mind being called a woman, but not with that kind of sexist implication. “Not the kind of woman you’re thinking of, that’s for goddamn sure.”

“Ah well. None of that matters in the end.” He paused to snap his fingers, and two of his biggest men approached with their guns. “Finish her off.”

“Whoa wait WHAT?! Why do you wanna kill me, I fuckin’ TOLD you where the emeralds are-?!”

“And I appreciate that, it’s just that I can’t have any witnesses, you know? It’s only business.” he gave a wicked sneer. The men cocked their guns.

“Fuck you and your business, I won’t tell anyone, I swear! You saw how honest I was, come on, please, I-!”

I screamed and screwed my eyes shut as a shot rang out. I braced myself for the worst. But it never came. 

I finally opened my eyes when I heard a “what the hell?!” from among the mobsters. I gasped as I saw another, new person standing protectively in front of me. Someone who appeared to be wearing traditional Japanese attire, with long black hair and an even longer sword. Who was this person and what the hell happened?!

“FIRE!!” the leader yelled. In an instant, the stranger leaped up into the air and lifted their sword, twirling it around effortlessly as shots were fired at them. What were they do-

My thoughts were brought to a screeching halt as a bullet landed next to me. No, it was only half of a bullet. My eyes widened, looking back up at the stranger with the sword. No fucking way.

From that second, my eyes were transfixed on them. I watched them in shock as they sliced literal bullets clean in half with ease. When some of the men ran off, the stranger leapt forward with a low grunt and slashed their sword through the men’s guns. They gasped in shock and fright as their weapons broke clean in half seconds later. There seemed to be thousands of mobsters in this warehouse, but the sword-wielding stranger took everyone down with ease. Even when their sword was suddenly shot out of their hands, they nimbly avoided impact and took the mobsters down with what appeared to be heavily-practiced martial arts moves. 

Now I’d seen my fair share of bloody fights since mingling with the underground scene in Chicago. Hell, even back in my tiny hometown I’d seen some shit. But never had I seen someone fight so gracefully. Every move they made was so smooth and poised that if I didn’t know any better I’d have thought they were dancing. They caught sight of their sword from across the room and leapt out of the fight to snatch it back. Every move they made with that thing was quick and clean-cut, deliberate and precise, effortlessly slashing anything that came their way. When seemingly every gun was destroyed or emptied of bullets, only a few brave unarmed mobsters remained, but with a few fluid flicks of the swordfighter’s wrist, all of their clothes were slashed off save for their boxers and tighty whities. Not exactly a sight for sore eyes, but it was enough to make even the leader of the mob run away screaming for their lives. 

“Haha, take that ya old geezer!” someone yelled. I gasped and finally diverted my attention from the swordsman to find two more people were in the warehouse, someone with a red jacket and another with a black one. When the hell did they get here??

In that brief moment when I looked away, the graceful warrior had come behind where I was sitting, and before I could plead for them not to kill me, I was freed from the ropes that bound me. I pulled my arms forward and breathed heavily, trying to process what the FUCK just happened when a voice behind me spoke.

“Are you alright?”

Their voice was deep and strong, yet held no tone of aggression or danger. I turned to look at my savior and gasped. It was a handsome- no, beautiful- man. He was tall and slender, standing strong and proud. His pale skin glistened with a thin coating of sweat from all that movement, and I couldn’t help but notice that he wore his shirt in a way that exposed most of his chest. His hands were large and strong, but with long, nimble fingers. He had a narrow face and elegant features. High cheekbones, a defined jawline, a light rosy dusting on his cheeks, and intense, dark eyes. He looked to be stoic and serious, and if he hadn’t just saved my life I might have been intimidated by him. 

“I… wow~... I mean! I’m… safe, thanks to you.”

“And us, too!” a voice from earlier retorted. I whipped my head around, it was the man in the red jacket. “It was a team effort, wasn’t just him ya know.”

“Jeez Lupin, give her a break,” the man in black said, “you weren’t the first one to make sure she wasn’t dead!”

“Well I think I deserve some credit too, Jigen!” the man in red- Lupin- whined.

“I uhh… well thank you everyone but… I didn’t actually see what you two did.

“What?!” Lupin gasped.

“Sorryyy! I just...” I turned back to the handsome swordsman, “you were the first one I saw show up so I guess I just kinda… focused on ya.”

The man called Jigen chuckled. “Hey Goemon, looks like you got an admirer!”

“Hey!” I felt my face heat up. “I just-!” I bashfully looked again to the swordsman- Goemon.

“Goemon… thank you, and your friends, for sa-” I cut myself off as realization clicked in my brain. “Wait a second…” Lupin. Jigen. Goemon. I’ve heard those names together before. “Wait just a minute, I know who you guys are!” Lupin let out a monkey-ish giggle.

“Took ya long enough to recognize me! No surprise though, I am pretty infamous~”

“So it’s safe to assume you’re after the same treasure those mobsters were, right?”

“Bingo,” Jigen said, tipping his hat ever so slightly.

“So, if you guys wanted to get there first… why did you save me?”

“Because unlike them, we do not want harm to come to innocent people,” Goemon nobly spoke. God, something about his voice… clear as a bell, soothing, and undeniably sexy. But his words put me at ease. 

“Oh thank god… so, since you saved my life and all that, how ‘bout I make your lives easier by leading you to the emeralds?”

“Sounds good to me,” Jigen said, and the others agreed. They casually strolled out of the warehouse as if they hadn’t just fought off mobsters in that very space, off to their car parked in front. Lupin took the driver’s seat while Jigen got in the passenger side, leaving Goemon and me to sit in the back together. 

“So,” Goemon spoke once we got moving. Was it just me or did his cheeks get pinker? “What is your name?”

I froze. Shit.

“Uhh… I… I kinda have a beef with my real name, but uh, you can just call me Light.”

“Light, huh?” Lupin piped up from the front. “Where’d ya get that alias from?”

“It’s a long story,” I chuckled.

Goemon shifted in his seat. “I like it.” Cue me blushing again.

“Y-you do?? I mean, thanks…” I scratched the back of my neck. His only response was a nod as he crossed his arms in front of his broad chest.

He was quiet for the rest of the ride, Lupin and Jigen making most of the conversation as I pointed out where to go. But I couldn’t stop looking over at Goemon. He looked so calm, so picturesque. I admired the way the wind wafted through his long locks and how his thick lashes rested against his rosy cheeks. And sometimes, when I glanced over at him, I found him looking right back at me. Like he wanted to say something to me, but didn’t. Something in his eyes made him look so soft. When I first looked at him, those eyes stared right through my soul and meant business, but now there was something much more tender behind them. Almost like… puppy eyes. I felt myself swallow thickly.

My thoughts were brought to a halt when Lupin parked the car on the side of the street. All we had to do was cross Lakeshore Drive and we were on our way to the treasure. Thankfully it was dark out and we’d be less noticed.

“Thank god there’s a bridge here,” Jigen said, puffing at his cigarette. “Because I am not crossing that son of a bitch.”

“Yeah my mom and I made that mistake the first time I was here, we were standing there waiting to get across for ages.”

“Wait, I thought you lived here?” Lupin inquired as we made our way across.

“I do now,” I clarified. “Didn’t always though. For most of my life I lived in this shitty small town about an hour and a half away from here. I’d visited here about six times, so naturally this was my first choice when I finally got the chance to get the fuck outta there. Haven’t been here for very long though, only like what, a couple months maybe?”

“So you were a small-town gal, eh?” Jigen exhaled another breath of smoke. I grimaced.

“Yeah, and I hated it.”

Once we got across the drive and to the site of the emeralds, Lupin started asking more questions.

“So Light, if you were the first person to find this treasure, how come you only took one and not the whole stash? Was it a strategic thing or-”

“Well actually, I found this shit completely by accident, so leaving all but one here was mostly out of shock. That, and I never really cared much for material shit.” Jigen sighed from next to me as he dug.

“Finally, a woman who doesn’t.”

My brows furrowed together. “What the fuck is that supposed to mean?”

“Hey, if you’re talking about Fujiko again, you’d better can it!”

“Wait, who’s Fujiko??”

“A female affiliate of Lupin’s,” Goemon answered.

“A very unfaithful one at that,” Jigen scowled, “she’s not above stabbing us in the backs to get the loot we earned for herself.”

“Oh come on guys, she doesn’t always betray us!” Lupin whined.

“Makin’ excuses for your girlfriend again,” Jigen grumbled. I dared not make any further comment on this Fujiko thing; seemed like a personal problem. Once we finally uncovered the jewels, I helped load them into a large sack.

“Even if you do not care for material items such as these, it is only fair that you are given a share of them,” Goemon spoke.

“Yeah, we’ll split ‘em up evenly between the four of us!” Lupin smiled.

“Awww~. You know…” I began, “for a group of rag-tag thieves, you guys are pretty nice. Nicer than half the law-abiding citizens I’ve met in my lifetime.”

“Well, you know, it’s all in a day’s work!” Lupin chirped, before his voice suddenly dipped a bit lower. “And you know, you and I could work well together in other areas~”

Goemon bopped Lupin’s head with the hilt of his sword before I could think of a response. Did Lupin just flirt with me??

“Jesus Christ, Lupin, get ahold’a yourself,” Jigen scolded.

I wasn’t sure how to respond so I kept quiet until we were finished with our work, and almost immediately someone caught us.

“HOLD IT RIGHT THERE LUPIN, YER UNDER ARREST!!” a loud, booming voice yelled. I looked over and saw a tall, stocky man who appeared to be dressed like a detective from the 1940s with a slew of police behind him.

“Oh shit, the feds!” I gasped as we took off.

“Sorry Pops, I got places to go!” Lupin snickered. We sprinted through the park- god I always hated running- until we got to a dock. The man known as “Pops” was hot on our trail, but the guys hopped into a boat and managed to start it up. I was the last to hop into the boat- but I tripped and dropped my bag of emeralds, which thankfully landed inside the boat with a clattering. I braced myself for an awkward landing but a pair of strong arms caught me. And just like that, the boat sped off so quickly that I had to brace myself against whoever was holding me. I heard “Pops” yelling in the distance, but my brain turned it into white noise when I looked up and saw that once again Goemon was my rescuer- and my hand was directly on his chest. My face flamed up like gasoline.

“Gwaaah!! Uhh-” I gasped as I embarrassedly scurried out of his grasp. “Thank you, sorry-!” I brushed my bangs out of my face, a nervous habit.

“Why are you apologizing?” Goemon asked. “There is nothing to be sorry for.”

“Yeah, you helped us get to the treasure!” Lupin said from the steering wheel.

“If anything, we should be the sorry ones because now you’re stuck with us and your home is back there,” Jigen chuckled.

“Eh, home is where the heart is,” I said. “And my heart always wants to travel but never gets to.”

“Ah, a free spirit, I see how it is,” Lupin giggled.

“Lord I was born a ramblin’ man~” Jigen softly sang, lighting a cigarette.

“Yeah… I hate staying in one place for too long. Unfortunately for me, I’ve only ever lived in two places my entire life, and we’re rowin’ this boat away from one of them. But hey, this was my first time being personally caught doing something illegal so I’ve been perfectly prepared to just abandon ship and take off at any time.”

“Wait, does this imply you were planning on this? I thought you said you found these gems by accident!” Lupin gasped. I had to laugh.

“Nono, I did! But that doesn’t mean I’m innocent~.”

“So what the hell is it you do?” Jigen asked.

“I’ve been involved in undercover transport of goods, it’s what I do for a living. And before you ask because I know you will, yes, some of those goods are drugs, but not all of it. Sometimes we assist in the trading of riches like these emeralds, and sometimes we get food and water or money for bills to those in need when their so-called government aid won’t. Yeah sure it’s illegal, but it ain’t a bad gig.”

“My ancestors would greatly honor the work you do,” Goemon calmly spoke. The compliment caught me off guard, but when I looked at him I could tell he was sincere.

“Aww shucks, it’s nothing,” I chuffed, scratching the mack of my neck.

“Please tell me your organization is named “The Robin Hood Project” or something like that,” Lupin laughed.

“Actually, we have no name to our services,” I clarified. “Gotta stay discreet.”

“A wise decision,” Goemon said.

“Sorry if we just got you out of a job,” Lupin apologized.

“Naw, this ain’t like no 9-5 gig, it pretty much runs on a ‘come whenever you’re available’ basis, they’ll understand if I’m away… might be surprised once they find out I got wrapped up with Lupin the Third, haha.”

“That’s my name, please wear it out!” the aforementioned thief giggled.

There was a brief moment of quiet before Goemon spoke once again, turning to me. “If you wish to go wherever the wind takes you, then it seems the wind is blowing in your favor tonight,” he nobly said.

“Sorry about him, he likes to get all prophetical and speak in metaphors and shit,” Jigen said.

“No I understand what he’s saying,” I said to Jigen, but I was looking more at Goemon. Was it just me or did he have a small smile on his face? I returned him a smile just in case. “Thanks again for, y’know saving me and everything. Thanks to everyone but… especially you.”

“Yep, she’s your admirer alright,” Lupin laughed.

“Shush up!!” Goemon and I somehow said in unison, before we exchanged shocked glances with each other.

“Jinx! You owe me a Coke!” I yelled excitedly.

“Uhhh…” Goemon averted his gaze and his eyes darted all over, looking confused. It was strange, seeing the man that took down an entire armed mob with nothing but a katana and his own fleetness look so innocent, but that only added to his charms. Oh no, he was way too cute.

“You don’t actually owe her a Coke man, it’s just a thing people say,” Jigen chuckled. Goemon sat forward and crossed his arms, looking slightly embarrassed.

“American expressions of speech remain a mystery to me,” he grumbled, cheeks flushing a deeper rosy pink. Yup, he’s way too adorable. My heart fluttered just looking at him. I was doomed. I was so doo-

“LUPIN YOU LITTLE WEASEL!! STOP THAT BOAT RIGHT NOW, YER UNDER ARREST!!!”

“That same guy again?!” I gasped as a blinding spotlight was cast on us from what I assumed was a police boat.

“Pops, you’re relentless!” Lupin yelled from the front of the boat.

“Sorry, we got places to go and shit to steal!” Jigen chuckled before promptly shooting out the spotlight. This time Goemon deliberately held me flush against him as we sped away from “Pops” for the second time and into the night.

127 for the riddlebat writing prompt? Genuinely feels like it could go either way for them. Any verse other than the 2022 movie (that feels a little too obvious for this one, lmao)

"You're insane." 

"People keep telling me that." 

"Birds of a feather, I suppose…" Edward grumbled, but he took the hand Bruce was lowering for him regardless, only glancing back down to the busy city street below briefly before trusting his safety to a man who was once his enemy. 

Bruce tugged him up easily, the spindly man weighing concerningly little, and didn't release his grip until he was stable on the rooftop. "You ready?" 

"As I'll ever be." 

"Then let's move." Bruce arranged the automated suction cups on the glass, popping the pane free from its sill, and nodded Edward inside. Once he was past, Bruce returned the glass to the window backwards, freeing his gadgets and following. 

"Do you know what it is you're looking for?" Edward checked, finding the room they'd ended up in appearing to be both cluttered and disorganized.

"I was hoping you could tell me," Bruce admitted, scanning over the wall-to-wall prototypes with a critical eye. "Anything here look like it can start a fire?" 

Edward rolled his eyes, glaring at Bruce through his long bangs, unimpressed. "Any machine can start a fire, if you use it wrong enough," he reminded him, but joined in the search anyway. "That's really all you have to go off of?" 

"If this case was easy, I wouldn't need a partner, would I?" Bruce pointed out. "I figured you would have the lab experience to know what you were looking at." 

"Flimsy excuse," Edward murmured. "There is no flamethrower, is there? You just wanted to get me in a room alone, didn't you?" 

Bruce stiffened. "You guessed that fast." 

"Riddler, remember?" Edward continued to glance around the room, casually closing the distance between Bruce and himself until he was well within Batman's acceptable bubble. "So, what are we really doing here, hmm? This is far too much trouble for a simple rendezvous, Dark Knight." 

"I'm insane, remember?" Bruce teased. "Is that an issue?" 

Edward cracked a grin, pulling at the sharp lines of his bold lipstick. "Birds of a feather, Batman. I didn't say I was opposed."

Usopp, Buggy and Galdino's reaction to their S/O straddling them

because why not?

WARNINGS: slightly suggestive with buggy and galdino

READER: gn

CHARACTERS: usopp, buggy, galdino/mr 3

Usopp

Was working on one of his pop greens when you just...appeared on his lap.

He just froze and almost dropped what he was doing. You pretty much startled the poor man lmao

He felt as if he was gonna have a heart attack when you pulled away a little to look at him with a tired smile.

"Keep on working, love. I just wanna cuddle for a bit, don't mind me."

He relaxed a little when you went back to cuddling him, your head in the crook of his neck and arms around his shoulders.

Feeling your fingers play with his curly locks, he sighed in content and relaxed as he continued tending to this pop greens :)

He then stopped, turning his head to look at you with all the love in his eyes. He smiled and planted a kiss on your head.

"Sweet dreams, babe."

Buggy

Buggy groaned, placing his head in his hands as he glared at the transponder snail that wouldn't stop ringing. It had been annoying him all day; the World Government kept calling him to get him to go to another Warlord meeting.

A knock at his door made him growl.

"WHAT?!"

His tone and mood dropped a little when you walked through the door, a bright smile on your face, though that seemed to drop once you took note of the transponder snail.

You sighed, closing and locking the door behind you as you moved over to where Buggy was sat.

"Let's forget about that thing," Your voice was soft as you moved to sit on his lap, draping your arms over his shoulders. "Just for tonight, eh, Lovebug?"

There was something glimmering in your eyes that he immediately took note of, a devilish smirk painting itself on his face.

The cute little squeak that left your mouth made him chuckle in amusement as his hands squeezed your ass.

"You've just read my mind, babydoll~"

(i cant find any other gifs of him on here i might have to fuck around and find some on google lmao)

Galdino

The pair of you were just stargazing on the deck of the Big Top after a date when, all of a sudden, Galdino felt a weight on his lap.

Poor man's glasses almost cracked when he found you above him, the stars behind you illuminating your figure.

He swallowed thickly as he sat up, adjusting his glasses with a blush.

"Wh-...I..."

His stuttering made you giggle, draping your arms around his neck and pecking his lips.

That seemed to break him out of his flustered state, his arms wrapping around your waist as he adjusted his glasses with his shoulder, a small smug smirk plastered on his face.

He pulled your lower body closer to his own and you gasped lightly, feeling something hard touching your inner thigh.

You looked down briefly and looked back up at him, only to have him kiss you passionately before he began to kiss your neck, making you sigh.

He then kissed your earlobe and whispered in a sultry tone.

"Let's make love beneath the stars tonght, hm, princess?"

LET ME SHOW YOU | SAM WINCHESTER [SMUT 18+]

Summary: Having been turned on all day, you decide you can’t wait any longer and lead somewhere more private.

Warnings: swearing, teasing, oral (female receiving), impala sex (unprotected but y’all can pretend otherwise)

A/N: It’s been a hot minute since I’ve written an imagine, and technically this one is meant for my Sam Winchester fic on Wattpad so it wasn’t intended to be an imagine, but I figured it could work as one so here it is lmao. Also, destiel is pretty much implied in this, but you’re free to see Dean and Cas however you want. I also edited this, but I apologize for any errors or if it says her/she/birdie (who is my spn oc) instead of you/your/etc!

You felt like your entire body had been set on fire without warning. Your skin was incredibly warm as you tried to remain still, feeling like your body was getting hotter and hotter despite how cold it actually was inside the bunker. Your hair was pushed back so it would stop clinging to your neck/sides of your face, your mind unable to focus on your laptop that was placed in front of you as something else was taking over all of your senses.

You were very aware of the fact that you weren’t alone in the library, twisting and pursing your lips together as you tried to ignore the rampant thoughts that kept popping into your mind every time your gaze flickered over to Sam. But, every time your eyes fell on your husband, you couldn’t help but admire his stunning features, picturing all of the sides you’d seen of him in your many years of being a couple—some of which only made the ache between your legs increase.

You bit her lip when you looked away from him again, trying to force the thoughts aside; you desperately hoped you’d be alone soon.

“Y/N?”

Your head shot up from your laptop that had started dim from your lack of actually doing anything on it in the last few minutes, eyes slightly widened as you looked across at Castiel who was sat in front of you, his bright blue eyes pinned to your features.

“What?” you asked, glancing aside at Sam and Dean who were both staring at you with confusion much like Castiel.

“We were askin’ if you found anything,” Dean said, noticing how your laptop had dimmed.

“Oh, uh, I—no. Not yet, anyways,” you answered with a heavy sigh, briefly glancing towards Sam before your eyes swiveled to Dean and then Castiel.

“Are you feeling okay?” Castiel wondered, curiously tilting his head at you. “You don’t look like you’re feeling well.”

“Thanks, Cas,” you sarcastically said, giving him a fake smile as you folded your arms over your chest and crossed your legs. “I can always count on you for a pick me up, can’t I?”

“I’m sorry, Y/N. I didn’t mean it like that,” he said, a faint frown appearing on his lips.

Sam’s lips turned into a frown, noting that you did look rather pale compared to usual. You looked slightly sweaty, eyes looking more dark than normal. You easily noticed the change in Sam’s expression, quickly shaking your head as you closed your laptop; there was no point in keeping it open, anyways. “I’m fine,” you firmly told him, giving him a look when you saw him shoot you a similar look.

“You sure?” Dean asked, curiously eyeing you from the seat next to you.

“Yes, I’m sure, Dean,” you said, flashing a perky smile on your lips as if it would assure the three men.

Dean shook his head with a small smile appearing on his lips, closing his own laptop. He could tell something was off with you, but knowing Sam wouldn’t let it go, he decided against pushing the subject. “Alright, whatever you say, Y/N,” he said. Then his eyes flickered over to Castiel, nudging his head to the side as he started to stand up from the table. “Come on, you still gotta finish watchin’ Seven.”

Castiel warmly smiled, looking at Sam and you as he stood up from the chair. “Night, guys.”

“Night, Cas,” you and Sam said in unison, smiling back at the angel.

Dean tucked his laptop under his arm, silently nodding towards his brother and you as he waited for Castiel. You and Sam quietly watched them walk away, a grin lingering on your lips until they were gone.

You let out a heavily sigh and leaned your head back, puffing out your cheeks. Sam stood up from his own chair and headed over to you, placing the back of his hand against your forehead. You jumped at the sudden touch, looking at him with wide eyes. “Fuck,” you whispered, letting out a breath of relief as you realized it was only Sam, “You almost sent me into cardiac arrest.”

Sam softly laughed, innocently raising his hands as he sat on the table, peering down at you. You shook her head as you stood up, adjusting Sam’s flannel that you wore over a pair of leggings, pushing the sleeves up to your elbows. “Are you sure you’re feeling okay, babe?” he asked, genuine concern etched on his features as you stood in front of him. “You’re pretty warm.”

You let out a sigh, glancing around to make sure Dean nor Castiel were around at the moment. “I-I’m not sick, I promise,” you said, looking at your husband. “I’m just. . .”

Sam softly gazed at you when she lowered you head, warmly smiling as he lifted his hand to you chin to make you look at him again. “Just what?”

You coyly smiled, a thought suddenly occurring to you. “Let me show you.”

The corners of Sam’s lips tweaked up into a smirk, finally noticing the look that was swirling around in your eyes. ‘I should’ve known,’ he thought to himself, already feeling himself start to grow hot with anticipation. You eagerly took his larger hand in yours, tugging him in the opposite direction of their shared bedroom.

You giddily giggled as you hurried down the narrow halls of the bunker, tugging Sam towards the garage with a devilish smirk appearing on your lips, stealing a glance behind you to make sure that Dean nor Castiel hadn’t left the room for some reason. “You don��t think they have plans to actually go anywhere tonight after their movie, do you?” You asked Sam, carefully walking with your back facing the spacious garage while your intense gaze was pinned to Sam as your warm hand still clutched his in your own.

“God I fuckin’ hope not,” Sam breathlessly replied, eyes lighting up with a rush of excitement as you guided him over to the Impala.

You tugged your bottom lip between your teeth as the two of you came up to the side of the Impala, standing beside one of the back doors as you fully faced Sam, body even warmer than before.

“Well, even if they do. . .” You softly said, trailing one of your hands up one of Sam’s buff arms, fingertips trailing up until they reached his stubbly jaw. Your eyes flickered to his, seeing his usually bright eyes had darkened a few shades as they took in your features. Your smirk instantly widened, peering up at Sam. “They’ll just have to wait.”

“Is that so?” Sam asked in a low tone, taking a few steps closer so you were pressed up against the Impala, your chests almost pressed together as he stood in front of you with his hands softly caressing your hips. “Well, how much longer are you gonna make me wait?”

“I don’t know yet,” you teased, running a few of your fingers along his bottom lip. “You were teasing me all day pretty much with your soft hair, your kissable lips. . .”

Sam darkly chuckled, a mischievous glint sparkling in his eyes as your words made his excitement increase. “Then let me make it up to you.”

You leaned forward in response, Sam quickly bending his head down to connect you lips when she moved towards him. One of your hands automatically went to his shaggy hair, gently tugging on it to elicit a low groan from Sam. You smiled with approval, feeling one of his hands go to your lower back and press your body up against his while the other went to the back of your head, fingers combing through your hair. Your soft lips parted as the kiss became more needy, giving Sam access to explore your mouth like his life depended on it.

Sam’s hand moved from your back and to the handle off to the side, quickly finding it and pulling it open with a grunt. “After you,” Sam panted.

You excitedly grinned and crawled into the backseat, seeing Sam steal a glance around the garage to make sure no one was around before climbing inside as well and closing the door behind him. You eagerly leaned forward, connecting your lips once more as your fingers started to undo the buttons of the flannel Sam wore. Sam grinned into the kiss, assisting you with removing the shirt before carelessly tossing it to the side. Then he broke apart from the kiss, discarding the plain gray shirt he’d been wearing underneath as you started to undo the buttons of the flannel you had on.

Sam reconnected your lips just as she finished unbuttoning it. You giggled, going to shrug it off until one of Sam’s hands stopped you. “Seeing you in my clothes drives me absolutely crazy. . .I wanna see you come undone with it on.”

You let out a shaky breath at his words, lowering your hands. You bit her lip and cupped his cheeks in your clammy hands, firmly kissing him. “I love you,” you told him.

Sam grinned, giving you a quick peck in return. “I love you too,” he murmured, one hand trailing down your sides, stopping along the side of your thigh as his other hand guided you to scoot back more and lay against the back of the leather seat. “And, I wanna show you. . .just how. . .much,” he gruffly said, pecking your cheek, nose, and chin as he spoke.

Your eyes fluttered closed as you sucked in a deep breath, feeling Sam kiss along your neck. “God. . .” You whispered, involuntarily bucking your hips up as one hand gripped his hair again.

“Someone’s eager,” Sam murmured against your hot skin, his hand still caressing her thigh, setting her entire body on fire even more with just a simple touch.

“Please, Sam,” you whimpered, catching his gaze.

Sam slowly moved down your body, reaching for the hem of your leggings. “Wearing a skirt today woulda made this a lot easier,” he said, causing a laugh to erupt from you as he started to tug down your skin tight leggings. You lifted your hips, helping him to discard both your leggings and panties as quick as possible. “But, they don’t show off your ass as well as these do.”

You bit her lip at his words, your heart starting to beat even faster as Sam settled himself between your legs. The corner of his lips were pulled up into a smirk, easing your legs apart with one leg settling over his shoulder and the other over the seat with your foot planted on the ground. Sam’s gaze remained locked on yours as he scooted closer, blowing on you gently. Your head instantly fell back, a gasp escaping your lips.

“I really was turnin’ you on without even touching you, huh,” Sam said, one hand caressing your inner thigh. You merely whimpered in response, lifting your head just in time to see him dive in to your center.

A loud moan escaped your lips as he expertly dragged his tongue through her heat, feeling Sam slip one arm under your leg, keeping her close. “Shit, Sam!” You gasped in pure pleasure, lips parted and brows furrowed as you sat up on her elbows, breathlessly watching him move against you core; he knew just what to do to get you even more turned on and screaming his name. He looked up at you, groaning against you when you bit her lip and leaned your head back again. “Oh, fuck!”

He swirled his tongue through your center, circling around your clit as he fastened his pace. “You’re being more quiet than usual,” Sam said in between licks, causing you to groan at the uneven pace. “Don’t want Dean or Cas to hear how gorgeous you sound?”

“I—please, Sam,” you gasped.

“What was that?” Sam asked, lightly licking at you heat.

You panted, looking at him with desperation. “Please, Sam! Fuck!”

Sam flattened his tongue against your center to give you exactly what you wanted, seeing you close your eyes in pleasure. He got a steady movement, going faster when you started to moan louder. One of your hands reached down, tightly gripping his hair as you moved against his mouth. Sam moaned against you, nearly getting off just by watching you fall apart with only the use of his skillful tongue.

“Holy fuck,” you moaned, eyes screwed shut as you felt herself getting closer and closer. Sam could tell too, fastening his pace as you tightened your grip on his hair, a loud moan erupting from your parted lips as you arched your back. “Sam! Shit, I-I—”

“I got you, baby,” Sam said, knowing you were incredibly close. “I got you.”

With those words, you came against his mouth, your loud moans filling the Impala as Sam continued to suck and lick you through your orgasm. Your grip on his hair loosened while your hips stilled against his mouth, chest rising and falling quickly as your eyes remained closed with complete bliss.

“Holy fuck,” you said after a few moments, opening your eyes when you felt Sam crawl on top of you. You wrapped your hands around his neck, bringing him in for a sloppy kiss without a second thought. He eagerly kissed you back, lowering his body so you were closer together while one of his hands traveled down between your legs.

You gasped against his mouth when his fingers slipped through you, opening your eyes to look at him. “I think it’s your turn now,” you told him, going to reach down to his pants until he shifted to sit up.

“Later,” he breathed out, starting to undo the buttons of his pants. “I just need you.”

You sat up as well, Sam’s flannel sticking to her skin even more than before, but you didn’t mind in the slightest. Your hands quickly moved to help Sam, giggling with joy as he removed his pants and boxers, kicking them off into the floor. Your eyes flickered up to his again, biting your lip. “Can I be on top?”

“Fuck yes,” Sam eagerly said, wrapping an arm around your waist to bring you to his lap without a moment to waist.

You giggled again, looking down at his hard member as you straddled his waist. “Someone sure is excited.”

“Hard not to be when I just watched you get off on my tongue,” Sam replied in a gruff voice, his eyes sparkling as he looked up at you, not just with lust, but also pure love.

You whimpered at that, reaching down and giving him a few strokes. You watched Sam’s eyes flutter close at your gentle touch, lips parting with a breathy moan; you got turned on by his reactions just as much as Sam did with you. You shifted slightly, lining yourself up with him before slowly sinking down.

Your and Sam’s moans filled the Impala at the feeling, Sam’s hands automatically going to grip your waist as he filled you up. Sam bit his lip with anticipation, waiting for you to make sure it was okay to move before he did anything. You leaned forward slightly, planting your hands on Sam’s chiseled chest, starting to move against him as you locked eyes with him.

“Fuuuuck,” Sam groaned, his nails digging into your hips as you slid up and down. “Just like that, baby.”

“I’ve wanted to do this since this morning,” you breathlessly admitted, fastening your pace. You and Sam moaned again, your nails scratching at his chest as you moved your hands up and down his body. Sam loudly groaned at the sensation, thrusting up to meet your movements, making you cry out with pleasure.

“God, I love you so fucking much,” Sam panted, his eyes rolling back as you leaned down and gave attention to his neck. “So fucking perfect.”

You moaned as well, connecting your lips in a messy kiss while Sam’s thrusts got faster. “Fuck. . .” You whispered, “I love you too. . .so so fucking much.”

“Shit, Y/N,” Sam moaned as you nipped at his dampened neck, hands running up and down his abs.

“Faster, baby,” you whispered into his ear, heart beating faster as you and Sam got closer.

Sam grunted, tightening his grip on you as he picked up the pace. You started to lose her own rhythm, your hips shaking as you rode him, your orgasm growing closer and closer. “Sam, I’m. . .”

Sam lurched forward, pulling you further into his lap with your bare chest pressed against his own, the flannel pushed back and exposing your entire chest to him. His hips moved up into you as he hungrily kissed you again, his tongue dominating yours while his hands moved to cradle the back of your head.

Sam grunted, his forehead resting against yours as the Impala rocked back and forth, no doubt making it obvious what was going on inside if anyone were to enter the garage.

You meekly whimpered, feeling the knot in your stomach getting closer to finally snapping. “Sam!” You loudly moaned, many swear words and the repeat of his name getting drowned out as Sam pressed his mouth to yours again. Your hands went to his cheeks, holding him closer while Sam’s orgasm got closer and his fingers gently tugged on your hair. His hips smacked against yours faster, the sound filling the steamy Impala alongside your loud moans. You clenched around him as you came, making Sam groan into your mouth as he came seconds after you.

You pulled apart after a few moments, resting your clammy foreheads together as you finally started to catch your breaths, you still sat in Sam’s lap and his hands in your hair.

You warmly smiled as you locked eyes with Sam, his lips curling into a grin as his dimples poked out as well. “Maybe I should tease you more often, huh?” Sam asked.

You softly laughed, playfully rolling your eyes as you moved your hands to rest them on his damp shoulders. “You could, but two can play at that game, babe.”

“Is that a challenge?” Sam taunted.

You playfully narrowed your eyes, running a hand up and down one of his arms like you were in deep thought. “No, because you and I both know you would lose the first day.”

Sam breathed out a laugh, tilting his head. “Says the one who almost couldn’t wait till we were alone.”

You simply shrugged, a small smirk starting to appear on your lips. “Today I couldn’t,” you said, gently pushing him back down on the seat. Sam’s eyes slightly widened, brows raising. “But you just looked extra sexy and handsome today. You, on the other hand, can hardly keep your hands to yourself when you’re horny.”

“That’s not true,” Sam protested, going to speak again until you moved your hips, causing his head to fall back with pleasure.

You proudly smirked at his reaction, peering down at him. “Tell you what—let’s go again, and if you manage not to touch me, we can do that challenge.”

Sam breathed out a faint laugh, smirking back at you. “As long as you’re okay with not touching me. But, you and I both know that’ll be even harder for you than me.”

“We’ll see about that,” you said, moving your hips again.

Sam let out a shaky breath, gazing up at you as his hands returned to your hips. “Yeah, we will.”

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“What happened? What the hell happened. Why do you make it so hard to love you?”

Kai Anderson x GN!Reader

This is definitely not good enough to enter, but I used the prompt from @tatesimper anniversary writing competition so I guess this is my entry? (fig, I’m so sorry for butchering such a good prompt lmao)

also, I realised when writing it that this could serve as a prologue to this fic:

https://americxn.tumblr.com/post/652835852669648896/paranoia

wordcount: 2.5k

warnings: genocide/murder mention, swearing (this is based off episode 11 of season 7)

The night air was cool on your exposed face as you took the front steps to the door of Kai’s house, not bothering to knock as you pushed it open, the warmth and light from within spilling onto the smooth concrete of the front step and pooling around your feet; having been in a committed relationship with Kai from a year and a half now, this house was practically your own. Stepping past the front porch after abandoning your shoes and jacket, you entered the uncharacteristic quiet of the house, scanning the hallway for any signs of life, usually abundant within these walls in the form of Kai’s blue shirt-clad, blindly deferential followers. 

 “Okay. A little bad news to start,” your body instinctively angled towards the voice, distinctly Kai, that sounded through the empty hall from the back room. You set off down the hallway, his voice growing in volume as you approached, somewhat confused. He hadn’t notified you of a scheduled cult meeting that evening and yet his tone of voice was threaded with the assertive cadence that he utilised only when addressing his followers.  “It turns out finding a thousand pregnant women to murder is super hard. No one will ever accuse me of lacking ambition.” He continued as you reached the threshold to the large room at the back of the house that served as a secondary living room; breath catching in your throat, you halted, your hand reaching for the wood of the doorframe to steady yourself as the meaning of his words settled into you. To murder? “So, Night of a Thousand Tates is off.” A ripple of groans and dejected sighs rose from the small sea of men at Kai’s words, quickly falling silent to allow him to continue. “But, Night of One Hundred Tates is on.” His words sent a wave of prickly dread spider walking down your spine; he hadn’t told you about any of this. Killing a thousand pregnant women? You wanted to stride into the room with a bright laugh to wave away his abhorrent words and demand for the real reason that he had called a meeting. But you knew. A terrible, truth filled part of you was all too aware that he was deadly serious A chorus of thrilled cheers drifted up from the small crowd in twisted elation with the newly revealed knowledge that their hands would still be stained with blood by the end of the night. Your breath became too loud in your ears, your mouth turning utterly dry as you examined your suddenly empty mind for a solution to Kai’s monstrous plan that you could use to convince him to call it off. But you came up short, taking a small step back into the safety of the dimly lit hall, your back coming to press against the wall beside the open doorway to ensure that nobody would be able to see you eavesdropping from within. This was too far. Kai had done many questionable, twisted things over the past year but this... this was too far. You were full of self hatred for the amount of things that you had stood aside for and let Kai go ahead with, but not this. You refused to take so much of an ounce of accountability for this. Pulling your phone from the confines of your back pocket, you drew in a shuddering, grounding breath, your thumb working on the keypad. The digit shook as it pressed onto the screen, your teeth catching between your lower lip as your gaze flicked from the brightness of the device’s screen to the open doorway at your side. The sequence of 911 you had typed glared up at you, bathing the underside of your jaw in artificial light as you craned your neck, leaning forwards slightly to peer into the room. Kai stood by the far wall, his men arranged in a neat group before him, all sitting straight backed to attention on their chairs.  Just behind Kai, displayed on the low table pushed against the wall were two silicone models of a woman’s torso, ripe with the swell of a baby within; one was positioned to the side as a cross sectional diagram, the other facing straight on, the small model of a baby in the third trimester curled up within the artificial uterus. Your attention snapped back to Kai as he took a step forwards to address the group.  “Look under your chairs, I’ve handed each of you a unique list of targets, all ready to pop.” Your stomach twisted in horrified disbelief as the men all shifted in unison, pleasure curling the corners of their lips upwards as they read the names of the people they were soon to mercilessly slaughter. You watched with teary eyes as an impressively built, stocky man who you didn’t know the name of slowly lifted his hand to the ceiling, Kai’s eyes immediately flicking to him in agitation. “You raise your hand one more fucking time and I will cut it off.” The powerfully built man visibly shrunk down into his chair at Kai’s hissed statement of reproval but timidly uttered his question of “how do we know they’re all pregnant?” Kai’s eyes flashed in impatient annoyance as he tore his eyes off the man, flicking them briefly up to the ceiling before deigning to answer. “Because Gutterball pulled the rosters of four ob-gyns, two Lamaze classes and a Momtra Yoga over on Main. Great job, Gutterball.” The blond man who went by Gutterball, sat on the front row of chairs close to Kai, beamed in self-gratified delight at Kai’s gracious recognition, lifting a fist into the air in triumph. Kai smiled proudly down at him before turning to address the group as a whole once more. Your eyes flicked down to the bright screen of your phone, the numbers displayed there beckoning. Your thumb twitched, a conflicted frown creasing your forehead as Kai continued on, pulling your attention back to him. “Manson’s family - I admire them, but they did get a little sloppy.” You watched on in nauseating alarm as Kai pulled a large blade from the black sheath at his hip with a flourish, the metal glinting in the light of the room. “Their message got lost in their mess. What we are doing requires more precision. It is imperative that both mother and child are impaled. Don’t fuck this up.” He scanned the gathering before him, gaze as sharp as the knife clutched in his grip before turning to the models behind him.  “Aim for the belly button but stab in a downward motion. If you stab straight,” in one fluid motion, he had buried the curved tip of the blade in the portion of the fake uterus just above the baby’s head with a solid thunk, “you miss the baby - and our entire message is lost.” Withdrawing the knife, he turned back to address his cult, the weapon hanging loosely from his fingertips by his thigh. “Tomorrow night, when your blades tear open one hundred pregnant bellies, you will be releasing a power into the universe. Detonating a neutron bomb of truth, blood and amniotic fluid. You will be galvanising an army.” “With their sisters gutted, women everywhere will be forced to react. They can’t ignore an injustice this brutal. They’ll have to rise up, and in their collective rage, they will train it on Senator Jackson, on all incumbents, on any of the people in power who failed to keep us safe. As the most vulnerable are slaughtered, as the pregnant bodies pile up on Senator Jack-off’s watch, we will be surfing an electoral bloodbath straight to Capitol Hill. And then… the White House.”  The collection of cult members all voiced their assent in a chorus of whoops and ovated cheers, a nauseating sense of unease dragging it’s claws up the length of your spine. You turned away with hot tears blurring your vision, not wanting to hear more, your phone a heavy weight in your hand and the decision it presented even heavier.

Sat on the edge of Kai’s large bed, your knee couldn’t cease it’s anxious bouncing, your lower lip chewed raw by your teeth. The door swung open suddenly, sending your heart leaping into your throat. Kai stepped into the room, the small smile stretching across his lips broadening as he beheld you perched on the mattress’ edge. “Hey, when did you get here?” He questioned, reaching to tug you to your feet and wrap his arms tightly around you in a warm embrace. “I only got here like five minutes ago.” Your lie was muffled into the thin shirt at his shoulder, his hands splayed flat on your upper back as he held you close to him. Withdrawing yourself from his grasp, you frantically scanned his face, heart sinking at the pleasure dimly glowing in the depths of his dark eyes, pleasure fuelled not by your sudden appearance, but in anticipation of the merciless slaughter that he would be carrying out in mere hours time. “What?” He asked curiously, his head tilting slightly in concern as his smile faded, caught in the grave despondency of the stare you had him pinned under. His tape-wrapped hands settled on his shoulders; shaking him off, you stepped away, your chest bubbling with emotion that was dangerously close to spilling over. Dropping your gaze to the floor, you pressed the heels of your palms into your eyes, forcing the tears that threatened to flow to stay at bay. Groaning through clenched teeth, colourful sparks flashing through your blocked vision from the force with which you pressed your hands into your eyes, you blindly felt Kai’s warmth as he stepped forwards to comfort you. Dropping your hands, you retreated another step, Kai stilling at the look of stangled confliction latching onto your features. “What happened?” Voice breaking, you brought a hand up to press against your forehead, icy panic unfurling in your gut amongst the turmoil of roiling distress flooding through your insides. Kai looked utterly lost, his eyes boring into yours as he searched for an answer to the question that he couldn’t understand. “What the fuck happened to you, Kai?” His heart splintered at the raw anguish in your choked, lamenting tone, automatically taking a step towards you, wanting nothing more than to smother the emotions swarming your features. “I used to be so, so happy with you.” His lips parted in disbelief as you continued. “I would’ve done anything for you.” You couldn’t help the tears that spilled over, your voice pushing past the quivering of your lower lip and growing in strength, your breaths turning sharp and rasping as they were sucked in between your passionate words. “Y/n…” He didn’t know what to say as he watched you struggle to keep a grasp on coherency.  “I don’t know what happened to him. To the Kai that I fell in love with. But he’s gone now. He’s gone and I don’t know how to get him back.” Sorrow gave way to desolate fury as you plowed on, your jaw clenching as you stepped towards him to deliver a harsh shove to his hard shoulders. Kai fell utterly silent, stumbling back slightly under your touch, unnerved and unsure by the eruption of messily confessed words that spilled from you, seemingly out of nowhere. “Answer me.” You demanded gruffly, shoving at his solid frame once more. “I… y/n, I don’t know-” With a third shove, his eyes flashed in agitated warning, silently daring you to repeat the action a fourth time. You did, shoving at him with as much force as you could muster, breathing hard when he took ahold of your wrists, pulling you to him and pouring his branding stare onto you. “Stop.” Your face was flushed, plump tears cutting through your face and dripping from your chin as you plowed on. “What happened, Kai?” His nostrils flared, eyes wide in confusion as he battled to grasp onto your thoughts, to make coherence of the biting words falling from your lips. “What happened? What the hell happened. Why do you make it so hard to love you?” Your ragged breaths filled the sudden silence in the room, the roaring silence infiltrating Kai’s head drowning out all other sense as he stared down at you in cold disbelief, your eyes wild and face screwed with festering ardour, raw and demanding, your lashes damp with bitter tears. A symphony of surprised shouts echoed up the stairs from the ground floor of the house, Kai’s attention snapping to the door at his back and eyes flooding with sharp panic. He released his hold on you as the cries from below grew in volume, laced with alarm. A single gun shot rang out and it was your turn to take ahold of Kai, the tape wrapped tightly around his wrists warm under your fingers. His head whirled back to you, his eyes alight with uneasy confusion, his gaze frosting over. Bringing your face closer to his, you laid a single, lingering kiss to his lips, your own wet against him. “I’m sorry.” You said quietly, several heavy sets of footsteps sounding from behind the door as they thundered up the stairs. Kai’s eyes frantically searched yours as he pulled against your unrelenting grasp, his gaze briefly parting from yours to snap to the door as the sequence of footsteps and shouts grew louder. “But I can’t let you do this.” His throat bobbed, his eyes widening in terror as the reality of the situation settled over him. “I sentence you to rot.” Tugging at his wrists, you forced your face closer to his before muttering to him, your breath hot on his face and the recognition of your betrayal manifesting in the cold fire smoldering in his gaze: “Just like how my love for you has turned to rot.” His face contorted in rage as the bedroom door was forced open, the panel of wood swinging open and hitting the adjacent wall with a bang, several armed policemen flooding into the room. You loosened your grip on his wrists, stepping away as two of the men took ahold of Kai by the back of his shirt, twisting his arms behind his back. He shrieked in rage, straining to turn his head towards his assailants as they began to pull him from the room. Sinking down onto the edge of the bed, you locked eyes with Kai’s as he turned back to you, cool rage simmering in his dark gaze, his lip curled into an enraged snarl. He pinned you with his stare, not even bothering to fight against the men holding him as he was pulled from the room, a savage promise glittering in his unrelenting stare. A promise of vengeance. Of suffering. 

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Jujutsu Kaisen 0 Movie Thoughts and Update

Heyo, sorry for the absence as of late, several major things have occurred, nothing dire, just some things one after another (the car I drove coming to its end, needing to find a new one, my mom getting injured, etc) as well as being in a bit of a mental funk. Anyway, I am starting to feel up for posting again, though I think I ought to pick specific days of the week to do them on, a vague schedule is easier to keep me on track, I notice. Two side notes, first that I have a couple asks, don't worry, I'll answer them when I decide to do more chapters, the second is that I see Tumblr's link formats for tags on blogs have changed a bit while I was gone (Going from - to %20 between words for some reason), so some of my liveblog links are a bit wonky, I'll fix that later, because, man, that's a lot. Tumblr kind of sucks, lmao.

Though, getting to the actual topic, I watched the JJK movie today! I'll discuss spoilers so the rest of this post is under the cut. I'll also briefly allude to The Hidden Inventory arc as that is relevant to this movie.

To start us off, it's just a visually gorgeous movie, I'm not really one for discussing technical aspects, so I'll leave that to others, only noticeable bit I thought didn't stack up was the CG centipede curses Geto had in the last battle (the ones Yuji destroys with Inumaki's power in the form of a microphone), they blend in with the style and are done great, just slightly noticeable.

Adaptation wise, this one's really rock solid, as I figured most of the expansion occurred in the big Night of 1000 Spirits fight near the end where we got to see cameos and fights from other characters like Nanami, the Kyoto kids and Mei Mei (though, now that I'm looking at the 0 chapters, Mei Mei does make a few minor appearances in the manga with a different looking axe)

Surprisingly, the biggest addition is a post credits scene with Miguel and Yuta in, what the scene leads me to believe is, Kenya, or at least somewhere in Africa. They're having a bit of a chit chat at the cafe when Gojo pops up! Well, that's an extra cliffhanger for me to ponder, I'm still wondering how Miguel goes from working with racist Geto to palling around with Yuta, now I also gotta wonder how Gojo's mixed in. I also wonder if this is a scene from after the arc I'm currently in.

Speaking of that arc, they added a little conversation from it during Geto and Gojo's end talk, I think it's one I've already seen, but not sure. I haven't fully completed the arc, but man, knowing their past even just a bit really does change up how you view some of the conversations and talks happening in 0, which is pretty cool.

That's really everything major I wanted to talk about, it was a fun movie to see and it came with some worthwhile additions. Anyway, see y'all later!