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sictkrs · 10 months

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Boyfriend!SteveHarrington and having sex in his car on his work break drabble because I feel like that's a thing that would totally happen.

warnings!: MNDNI 18+. Unprotected (pls use protection irl) p in v. Light praise kink? Public sex?, sex in car. grinding/dryhumping.

Smut under the cut :3

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"Fu-fuck, honey, I don't know i-if this.." he trails off, his head hitting the headrest with a soft thud. His grip strained on your waist as his eyes shut tight. Trying to hold onto some control of the situation. But he seems to fail miserably when you give him another roll of your hips. He lets out a soft whimper.

Your eyes trace every feature on his face, trying to remember every detail of the boy in front of you. His usual perfect hair is slightly messy now, strands falling into his face as he presses the back of his head against the seat again. It’s almost euphoric to see him like this. Your sweet, smug boyfriend, all needy and embarrassed. After letting out a shaky breath, he continues.

"I don’t know if this is the best idea, sweetheart."

His eyes meet yours. The pretty hazel colour all glazed over as he looked at you.

"You want me to stop?"

You ask, now slightly worried that you pushed him too far.

"Nononono, don't stop, please. I-I'm just scared Robin is gonna tap at the window or something and see us," he says with an airy laugh, looking down at you. He loved having you like this, straddling him in his car, the risk of Robin or anyone else from work, for that matter, seeing him like this.

"So… You want me to speed up?"

Your head tilted to the side as you asked, looking at the brown-haired boy.

"Please"

He asks, desperate for any source of friction besides the tightness of his jeans.

Your hands make quick work of the jeans as he supports your hips, lifting you up a little so you're able to shuffle them down to his knees, bringing his boxers down in suit.

He lets out a relieved sigh as his cock finally hits the warm air.

His fingers go under your skirt, pulling the lacey panties down. He has a satisfied smirk on his face as he sees the wet spot on them.

Finally, he runs the tip of his cock against your folds. Your shared arousal mixed as you let out a shaky breath. He does the motion again, pressing his tip against your swollen bundle of nerves. A whimper escapes your lips.

"Steve…"

You whisper out a small plea for him.

"I know, honey. I know"

He whispers in response. He holds your hips and slowly gets you to sink onto him. His thick member stretches out your walls so deliciously. He lets out a low groan. You take the opportunity to start rocking on him; you can feel how his cock throbs in you, and soon the car is filled with wet squelching sounds and muffled moans as your arms wrap around his neck and his hands are placed lower on your hips, gripping into the plush of your ass as he lets out groans of pleasure.

"That's it, baby; that's a good girl."

He whispers into your ear, his breath hot on your neck as you move, back and forth, up and down. The praise fills your senses as he whispers little encouragements.

"Fuck, feels so good. Taking me so well"

He talks mindlessly. His eyes shut tight. Soon, precise movements become sloppier as he fucks up into you, causing you to moan into his shoulder. A knot is starting to wind in your stomach.

"ah, shit… can feel your pussy pulling me deeper, baby."

Steve mumbles.

"S-steve... I, please"

You blab out. The knot squeezes tighter and tighter. You can tell he's almost there too by the way he thrusts up more into you instead of letting you ride him.

"yeahyeahyeah me too, honey. Just let go when you need to. Wanna feel you cum around my cock."

He mutters into your ear, his grip on your ass tightening as you bounce on his cock.

After he thrusts up more, pressing right against that sweet spot in your sponge walls, you can feel the white-hot pleasure take over. A string of obscenities leaves your lips as you cum around him, your legs shaking as you moan his name so sweetly in his ear. It sets him off too, fucking his white rops of cum into you, whimpering and moaning at the way your walls practically milk his cock of anything.

Your chest flushes against his as you catch your breath, your cunt still clenching around his sensitive member. After a few seconds, he places a kiss against your head, his shoulders slumped and loose.

"Did so good for me, baby"

He whispered sweetly. You hum back in response.

"What time is it?"

You ask, looking up at him, your eyes half-lidded as you look up at your sweet boyfriend. He glanced at the clock on the car. A relaxed smile on his face.

"Ten minutes since my break ended"

He says. You groan and rest your head against his chest.

"I don't want you to leave."

You whisper into his shirt. He runs his fingers through your hair.

"I don't have to."

He whispers, pressing another kiss on your head.

"You can't leave Robin all alone, Steve. You're already late.

"I'm sure she'd understand."

He says this, trying to convince you. You snort.

"What are you gonna say, huh? 'Sorry, I ditched you, Robin. I was tired because I had to go have sex with my girlfriend in the parking lot'."

He smiles at your mockery and lets out an airy laugh.

"We'll figure it out."

#steve harrington #stranger things #joe keery #steve harrington x reader #steve harrington smut #fanfic #sictkrs:3

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ghost-girl277 · 5 months

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How they ask you out

Charcters- Itadori, Fushiguro, Kugisaki, Gojo, Nanami

Trigger warnings ⚠️-non

Note-I took a big ass break but I'm back now😊

Itadori:

He flashes his normal captivating smile and if you didn't know any better you wouldn't have noticed his faster breath or how he tried not to fidget with his hands and the way he studdard over some of his words. He cleared his throat and put his hands in his pockets, focusing on the wall beside you he finally got the words he wanted to say out

"Do you wanna go out with me?...on a date"

Fushiguro:

he walked side by side with you, thinking of all the ways you could react

"Fushiguro... Fushiguro?" "Huh?" "you alright? You seem a little-" "I'm fine" "...ok, if you say so" "actually" you turned to face him and he looked away "if you want we could...eat? Something..." He mentally groaned as he waited for you to say something.

Kugisaki:

she handed you another pink bedazzled bag with thin yellow ribbons as she passed you, you groaned as she bent down to look at a cute shirt similar to the one she just bought, she gave you a glare which made you quickly straighten up and pretend to look at some shades. Not long after the two of you were walking home, or so you thought untill Narbara started looking for places to eat, you were about to protest untill she spook first "Thanks. This was a nice date" your feet hurt and your arms were getting tired but you ignored as you smiled, untill it dropped and her words sunk in "wait huh!?"

Gojo:

Your eye twitched as you typed away at your computer in the teachers lounge, the repetitive sound of a rubber ball hitting the wall right beside your head before bouncing back and into the hands of the man who threw, the motion started again filling the silence of the room "could you!... could you stop that?" The distracting noise stopped, then started "Gojo" you groaned, once more the ball hit the wall, before it could come back you turned in your chair and caught it, with cursed energy surrounding it you chucked it at him. As expected his infinity was on so the ball just reflected. Gojo put his hands behind his head and leaned back in his chair, giving you his stupidity playful smile "I hope you fall" you say turning your eyes back to your screen "your so pent up, bet a date with me would fix that" "yeah no" "you don't like sushi?" "I don't like you" "well, you never know untill you taste"

Nanami:

He looked at you as you closed your computer and put it in your bag, he's debating wether or not to come up to you and ask you out to dinner, before he could decide your walking out the door, he signed rubbing his eyes annoyed with himself until he looks up and see's your forgotten bottle still on your desk. Barely thinking about it before he gets up and grabs your bottle, walking faster than normal to get to you before you leave "y/n" he called out, looking around for the source, noticing Nanami, now walking at his regular pace. "You forgot this" he handed it to you and gave you a nod once you thanked him "are you" he started gaining your attention "are you free this Saturday?...if you don't mind I'd like to take you out"

And that's exactly what happened, no incident in Shibuya, your honeymoons ganna be in Malaysia congratulations 🎉

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Thank you for reading, I hope you enjoy the rest of your day night and all💙

ghostgirl👻~~

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wonderland-smile-stories · 5 months

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~ Chapter 2. 02 ~

I apologize in advance for any spelling or grammar mistakes and how poorly written this fanfic is. English is not my first language and together with my dyslexia ass things can go wrong I'm sorry.

I watch as Hyun-su slides down against the wall opposite of me, taking out his phone from his pocket. I was still trying to control my breath from what just happened with my head facing the floor when I heard Hyun-su talk.

"I might as well just kill myself now."

A frown came on my face while I lifted my head.

"What?" I breathe out?

"At least then." He paused for a second before continuing.

"I can die a human being."

the whole time he was looking at his phone not giving me one look.

I was about to tell him he shouldn't do it. At least not yet, when I heard voices coming from outside the window. With a confused look, I stood up and walked to the window.

Carefully I pushed the curtains to the side looking if anything was in front of the window but there was nothing. I thought I just imagined it when I heard it again.

"What's that?" Hyun-su came standing beside me clearly hearing it as well.

I swallow thickly and with shaky hands, I slide the window open. The both of us looked outside trying to see if we could see the source of the voices.

"Look," Hyun-su whispered.

My eyes traveled down to where he was looking and saw a man hanging outside the window with ropes. What the hell was he doing? A little girl's voice was heard before we could see her head peeking out the window. The man looked up at her and that's when I recognized them.

"Mister Kim?"

I could see Hyun-su looking at me out of the corner of my eyes.

"You know them?" I nodded my head looking up.

"Yeah. I sometimes babysit his children. Su-yeong and Yeong-Su. They don't have a mom anymore and Mister Kim has to do it all on his own. So sometimes I babysit them when he has to go to work and stuff." I explain, before looking back at them.

The moment I looked back at them, my eyes widened. A monster, an eyeball-looking monster came from behind something right toward them. I heard Hyun-su saying get out of there, but the monster was already beside Mister Kim.

The moment he laid eyes on the monster his grip on the rope lossen before losing it completely.

His scream together with the kids filled the air while he fell. I felt Hyun-su look away, but I couldn't. His screaming was soon replaced with an awful sound when he hit the ground. My legs were shaking underneath me while tears began to fill my eyes.

The kids were screaming for their dad which quickly changed to just regular screaming when the eyeball monster appeared in front of their open window.

"Su-Yeong, Yeong-Su," I whisper looking down in shock from what just happened.

Someone grabbed my shoulder pulling me away from the window. I blink a few times before seeing Hyun-su close the window and the curtains.

The both of us were breathing heavily, trying to process what the hell we just saw. In the background, I could hear the kids screaming in fear, but I couldn't move I was just looking at the closed window.

Something inside of me was screaming to do something, to just move, but I couldn't.

The light of the outside hit my face making me snap out of my daze. I watch as Hyun-su throws his computer screen out the window.

I was about to walk to him asking why he just did that when the sound of hitting something filled my ears. Hyun-su jumped back closing the window quickly, making me more confused.

I took a step forward, but he quickly moved away from the window taking me with him.

"What.." I try to say, but he just puts a hand on my mouth cutting me off. My hand went to his trying to protest when the ringing in my ears came again, followed by a shadow casting over my face from the outside.

My eyes widened when I saw the eyeball monster standing in front of our window. Hyun-su let go of me to pick up the stick he had laid somewhere before moving back to where I was standing.

The two of us stood there looking at the monster while it looked at us up and down. I was scared that if we would move, it would do something.

Its head turned around revealing another eye, who looked more pissed than the other one before it burst through the window.

Before it could reach us Hyun-su had stabbed it in its eyes. While it was injured and trying to see again we ran to the door when I felt something smacking my body into the wall knocking the air or of me.

I tried to open my eyes and see what was happening, but when I did everything was blurry. I moved my arms around trying to sit back up, yet it felt like they were made out of jello.

A scream left my mouth making me cover myself with my arms when I heard something like a canon go off, followed by something hitting the floor and Hyun-su gasping and coaching. Removing my arms I try to blink more together by rubbing my eyes and slowly my vision for better.

It was still a little woozy, but I could see things clearing up. My head shot to Hyun-su and saw that he stood up from the ground moving to the window. A frown came to my face before also stood up to follow him. Standing still for a moment when I saw the eyeball part of the monster lying on the ground in front of me.

"Mister Han," I said relieved seeing him sitting on the window with what looked like a self-made weapon. We watch as he puts his weapon back inside before coming back with a bottle, gulping some down while looking at us.

"W..who is that?" Hyun-su asked from behind me.

"Your neighbor who saved our lives," I mutter out still a little in shock from what just happened.

I hear Hyun-su opening his mouth to say something, but Mister Han quickly puts a finger to his mouth telling us to be quiet. The both of us nodded before his body disappeared back inside for a second before coming back out with a board in his hand.

'They might come if they hear anything.'

He went back inside before coming back with another board with writing on it.

'Those things don't die.'

"No shit," I mutter out, thinking back at the almost decapitated grey monster.

He nodded his head downwards, which made both of us look. An audible gasp left my mouth when we saw a body lying on the ground with a long, but I mean really long neck. Suddenly it sat up while the neck detached itself from its body before standing up and walking away.

My eyes followed how it stumbled on without any problem. My eyes went back to the window of the kids, trying to see if I could see one of them, but I could only hear them scream for their dad.

"Mi-na," Hyun-su whispered from behind me.

I gave him a soft hmm looking back at him.

"Look." He pointed back at where Mister Han was making me look at him.

Again he had a board in his hand, but now there were different words on it.

"Do you want to save those kids?" I whisper out loud.

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valentine-ofthe-ghostwiththemost · 11 days

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🕸️My thoughts and feelings on Beetlejuice 🪲 (at least for a while)

I know a lot of people probably won't care but I really want to share my thoughts and talk about this character and that's what I'm going to do, There are a lot of thoughts and feelings accumulated inside my head and I need to get them out, it's a little mess but I think it will be fun to read.

I've had this on my mind for a while, which has finally become one of my biggest, if not the biggest, hyperfocuses for now and I'm going to share a little bit of it now >:)

I really didn't think I would have the courage to post this because I'm not that confident in sharing my things but I CAN'T TAKE THIS GREEN DEMON GHOST MAN OFF MY MIND😫‼️

The beginning of this happened when I was already in another hyperfocus on the character Adam from the series Hazbin hotel on Amazon(I was already a fan since the pilot on YouTube), and then a slight curiosity hit me..."Who is his voice actor?"

So I went looking for who he was and I ended up being so interested in the actor, who is Alex Brightman (I love him a lot by the way and I can't wait to go see the musical and see him in person) and also in the characters he played and voiced, and in particular one of them won my heart.😔🩷

That's exactly what you're thinking, it was Beetlejuice.

For some reason he caught my attention and over time I ended up becoming quite fond of the character, even more so when I remembered that my parents watched the character's film when I was a child, which made me even more eager to research and look for any possible bit of information on the internet that I could find.

AND YES !

I actually achieved a lot and I'm going to share it <3

Firstly, the 1988 film, which was one of the first pieces of information I found about it, after all, it was in it that the character made his debut (apart from the story of its creator Tim Burton). And I know Beetlejuice is a pervert in this movie, but I try to ignore that and try to just look at the good side of him being a good character.

Secondly, and I think this is what caught my attention the most, is the cartoon of 1989 with the same name as the character called Beetlejuice where the character acted as the protagonist alongside Lidya (In this one there's nothing about him wanting to force her to marry him like in the movie, it's just a cartoon of them having a good friendship and being best friends).

And man, the way I was happy when found out that the cartoon had 4 seasons and about 68 episodes, I was almost like that kitten TikTok meme ✨ HAPPY HAPPY HAPPY ✨

Like, wow, a source of potential Gifs, icons, dividers, photos, edits, there was so much I could do that I didn't even know where to start because of all the hustle and bustle and animation I had (And of course I spent the next few weeks pestering my friends about it during class with every little bit of information I found🤓👆).

At the moment I'm trying to look for a website that has all the episodes together or just some, but so far I've only been able to find them on old DVDs. When I can find a website I will gather all the links and post them, so that more people can watch.

And one of the best parts...I FOUND A WHOLE COLLECTION OF 🩷VALENTINES' DAY CARDS🩷 and I'll probably make another post later to post all of them or at least their links, they're all official. This made me even more excited because I love all that romantic and cute aesthetic of the Valentine's Day season, hearts, red and pink decorations, heart-shaped candy boxes, love letters, Decorated store windows, stuffed animals, I just love everything (even though I don't have a valentine, and I don't want to🙃).

To give you an idea of how focused I was on this little green-haired corpse demon ghost man, everywhere I have the opportunity I make doodles or drawings of him all over the places, walls, notebooks, tests, napkins, classroom board, and in my sketchbook, in which I'm making an entire page dedicated just to him and Lidya, which maybe later I'll post too. Even more so after I managed to find several official reference sheets from the studio that designed and animated the cartoon, so now the drawings will be much better.💋

There is so much information that I managed to find that I am having to organize my thoughts because unfortunately I am very agitated and anything takes my focus easily, but as soon as I can really focus on that, it feels like I'm somewhere else.

But now talking about the Broadway musical, (which as said before has my beloved Alex Brightman as the main actor), I've always liked the idea of musicals, and even more so when his story is about my favorite character, and speaking of musicals, I REALLY WAS OBSESSED WITH THE SONG "SAY MY NAME" 😫🩷

And oh boy, I spend almost all day singing it or with it resonating in my mind, whenever I read, write, draw or do anything to do with Beetlejuice, I put on my headphones and listen this song as if it were the greatest masterpiece made in history.

AND I'M SORRY BUT I NEED TO SHARE THIS SONG WITH YOU GUYS

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Leaving the character a little, and going to the actor...he is simply the SWEETEST AND CUTEST MAN I'VE EVER SEEN!!

After I discovered that he voiced the characters that I like most in the Hazbin Hotel fandom and played the character that I like so much, I developed a huge affection for him, not just for his work, but because he is so sweet, fun and funny that I can't help but love everything and everything I find about this man online.

Alex Brightman bringing the character Beetlejuice to life and voicing Adam, Fizzarolli and Sir Pentious

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That's it for now ,folks, that's all I have stuck in my mind for now or at least what I can remember

I apologize if this isn't so good, I'm writing this while I'm at school at 7am after waking up at 5am while my body is sore after a presentation.

So, thank you for reading 💞

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howlingday · 13 days

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Honestly, i'm kinda disappointed in how WBYJ kinda brushed off Ruby and her issues throughout V9. So, I have taken matters into my own hands to look for a song to cheer up Ruby, and I have found it!

I now pass this song on to you to post, as I am both very unskilled a writing and very lazy. The song is Tom Cardy's H.S, and a link will be given to a tumblr post within this ask. Wether WBYJ sing it to Ruby or Jaune shares it with her as a ln apology is up to you.

https://www.tumblr.com/inthefallofasparrow/727759896307761152/hot-shit-tom-cardy?source=share

If an outside link is needed, I am willing to give the link to the YouTube video.

Sing a-long!

"Now and then, we all get a thought that stops us in our track. Am I living to my full potential, or am I holding myself back?" Jaune spins Ruby around, putting his hands on her shoulders. "You've gotta stop with that shit, 'cause you're P-P-PERFECT~!" He slid from his seat, walking away to the bookshelf. "Check out that analysis paralysis!"

"Paralysis~!" Ruby's team added, crooning from the hallway.

"If you need some help to see, take a lesson from me!" Jaune spun around, opening a book to the story of the Rusted Knight. "They say that I'm not a huntsman. Do you think that I really give a shit?" He tossed the book aside, causing Blake to jump in the air to save the spine from being ruined. "You know we're not gonna quit, 'cause we know we can take a hit, and we know what we is, and we know we is-"

Jaune spun around, tearing off his armor to reveal a pair of yellow spandex covering his body. He pointed his finger to the sky in his declaration.

"HOT SHIT~! And you know that we know it! We might never get registered, but it don't matter 'cause we know that we're still-"

"HOT SHIT~!" Team RWBY sang without their leader.

"Yeah, you're hot shit, too, so get out of your brain and do what you're 'born 'sposed to do!"

"HOT SHIT~!" WBY chimed in. "You know that we know it! Expect some real magic from us real huntress! HOT SHIT~!"

"And you're hot shit, too," Jaune pointed at Ruby, his finger inches from her face, "so get out of your way and just do what you were born to do!"

Before Ruby could argue, Jaune sat down next to her. "Before I got wise and said "gosh dangit," it's true that I was jealous of the big other huntress." He pulled out his scroll, opening to a news article published by various journalism sites. "But did you know that Winter, the biggest to you, was jealous 'cause Atlas would call her a rebel, too." He swiped to the photo album, featuring a familiar face to the red huntress. "The huntsman she was jealous of was your Uncle Qrow, who had self-comsuming thoughts that he would never become-!"

"SUMMER ROSE!" Yang held out a picture as Weiss and Blake sang with her.

"He was constantly chasing the dream that he would be so big that he'd be a legend!" Jaune left Ruby's side and stared out the window. "But trillions miles away that even Summer didn't see was a big guy strong enough to lift reality." He drew a signature S shape on the wall in chalk. "He turned his gaze into our world to see "There's a girl with a beret who's cooler than me!"

A new voice joined the choir as a woman with a black beret and dark shades entered. "But the most super awesome, coolest huntress to ever exist is probably at Vacuo saying "Now I'm seeing shit!" Coco lowered her sunglasses at the youngest leader. "I've seen a fight with a camera, I've even seen a memory lapse, but I've never seen a red huntress KICK SO MUCH ASS!"

"HOT SHIT~!" Everyone in the room was singing now. "And you know that we know it!"

Ruby stood from her seat. "I don't need to be a hero because I know that I'm still worth it, baby~!

"HOT SHIT!"

And you're hot shit, too!" Jaune wrapped an arm over Ruby's shoulder. "So stop doubting yourself and feel this huntress groove~!

"HOT SHIT~!" It seemed like everyone in Vacuo was feeling it, as singing came from down the halls in chorus. Was everyone in on this?! "And you know Ruby knows it! Expect some fucking stories from this red hoodie~! HOT SHIT~!"

"And you're hot shit, too," Jaune led Ruby out the doors, past the crowds, "so look out to the world, because we're all waiting for you~!"

Ruby stepped away from Jaune, looking down as she walked away. "Now and then, I get the thoughts that stop me in my tracks. Should I really be a huntress? Or should I just cut back?" The world held their breath as Ruby asked, fearing the worst had happened to her. "...I've got to stop with that shit 'cause I'm P-P-PERFECT!" Ruby roared to anyone who would spare the time to listen to her. "My life is fucking cool and so are you, if you only let me tell the rest of my story with yoooooooooou~!

"HOT SHIT~!" The world answered.

"And you know that I know it~!" She answered back to the world. "I might never get my register, but I'm still awesome as a leader~!

"HOT SHIT~!"

"And you're hot shit, too, so let's shoot for the stars 'til we break through the mooooooooooon~!" Ruby pointed to the sky, heedless of whether the moon was above or shattered or not or neither.

"HOT SHIT~!"

"Do you like my space metaphor~?" Jaune asked.

"HOT SHIT~!"

"Would you like to know what I use it for? To prove to you that you are hot shit, too, now stay out of my room and show Remnant what hot shit do~!"

"HOT SHIT~!" Ruby jumped through the air, cheering until she landed flat on her face. "Whuh? What just happened?"

"Emmy! You dropped it too soon!"

"Sorry, I couldn't hold it any longer."

Ruby looked up to see Jaune still sitting on his bed, patting Emerald's hand as she panted in a nearby chair. Nora loomed over her, barely held back by Lie Ren. To the other side of the room, she saw her team looking at her with mixtures of concern and worry. A gloved hand reached down to help her up, which she forgo to address the whole room and not just Oscar.

"What just happened?" Ruby asked.

"No more musical numbers." Emerald groaned.

"We... I was worried about how you were feeling since coming back from the Ever After and getting registered again, so I talked with your team and my team and, well..." Jaune shrugged. "Jaunty musical number?"

"Dude..." Ruby grumbled. "I don't care if it was your musical number or mine or Oscar's. Tricking me to sing is not cool."

"Don't blame 'em, kid." Coco said, leaning on the doorframe. "You were pretty jittery since you came back, so we all talked it over. The musical number was actually my idea, but unfortunately, I can't sing."

"Because you're too cool to sing?"

"Nah. Court order."

As Ruby balked, she looked to her team, who still didn't drop their looks of concern. As much as she wanted to be mad at being tricked into singing, she knew neither her team nor Jaune's would do this without some merit to their concern. So she relaxed a bit and sighed.

"Nobody recorded me, did they?"

#rwby #my answer #my answers #tom cardy #hot shit #hs #h.s.#ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #jaune arc #nora valkyrie #oscar pine #lie ren #emerald sustrai #coco adel

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galaxythreads · 2 months

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The live action ATLA is amazing. 9.5/10. I didn't love everything about it, but there are so so so so many good parts and I'm so glad that Netflix decided to make this. I've seen a lot of weird criticism from long time fans and maybe I just haven't been in the fandom long enough, but. I absolutely think it's worth giving a watch if you go in with a semi blank slate. The Netlfix series is not trying to be an exact scene by scene remake of the show.

The thing about it that you have to remember when you go in is that they said they were going to change the tone of the show, and they did, and it works! It's not the same. It's not a comedy. It's funny, but it's not a comedy. Character motivations were changed to fit the darker theme. It's using Avatar as source material and intends to be an adaption, not a reconstruction of the series.

Katara is much more traumatized about her mom's death, which made sense! She was murdered in front of her. She's afraid to take on a maternal role because of that. She's quieter and softer because she's afraid and she's healing from her mother's murder. Katara in the series made sense, too, but I feel like someone looked at her and went! Wait. Smol child is maybe...not okay??? I have faith they will build her up as the seasons progress if they continue.

Hakoda is disappointed in Sokka barely passing his trial. Makes sense! They're at war! Sokka has to take care of the village, of course Hakoda has high expectations for him. And the thing is--Hakoda still trusted Sokka with the responsibility of the village anyway, so his disappointment in Sokka's trial didn't stop his faith in his son. And honestly, I think it's fine that Hakoda is not a perfect parent who never makes mistakes. Parents rant about their kids to their friends all the time. It's healthy because they're not doing it in front of, or to, their kid. Hakoda didn't know Sokka was listening. So. Idk. Sokka doesn't go through his misogyny is bad actually arc, and while I missed it, I thought he functioned really well in this story without it. And for the record!!!! Sokka STILL makes stupid jokes the entire season. He didn't lose his sense of humor.

Aang feeling so much guilt about leaving? Yep! I can vibe with that. I missed his innocence and playfulness, but I feel like this wasn't a bad take on the character either. He was still playful, but in the world they live in, it would make sense that he feels terrible for leaving. And everyone they encounter takes it upon them to rub it in his face so why wouldn't he feel bad or out of place?? Especially after Bumi. Everyone says he needs to face this alone, and Aang learning that he doesn't have to?? Powerful!! Is it the same arc as s1 of the show? No! It's not supposed to be!

Zuko's actor was perfectly cast. That boy IS Zuko. The scence at the end of e6 made me cry because it was so powerful with the 41st, and that felt so EARNED after episodes of watching Zuko's crew despise him to suddenly realizing the only reason they're alive is because of him and realizing it's an honor to shelter him. Zuko drawing Aang to pin him on his disaster wall was amazing. Him getting hit by some random woman for attacking Aang? Amazing. Him sitting next to Iroh during Lu Ten's funeral? So soft. The Agni Kai really rubbed people the wrong way, but I think it was interesting that they decided to have Zuko showing compassion be the root of Ozai's anger. He showed compassion to the 41st, he shows compassion to his father, and when Ozai has defeated him, he has him on the ground and could walk away, and he chooses to burn his face. It's not exactly the same as the show, but again, it's not intending to be.

Azula being here was interesting. I don't know if I loved Zhao being incapable of doing anything without her, but it works for what it is. Zhao is intended to be annoying and he was! So. 10/10. She cried when Zuko got his scar! Ozai playing the long hand of terrible abusive tactics made me want to bite him. Because Ozai doesn't care about Zuko. He uh. Made that pretty clear when he banished him and then at the end when he's explicitly told Zuko might have died at Agna Qel'a and he's like ????????? Am I supposed to care??? We've gotten rid of weakness. So??? Like he used Zuko to force Azula to become more ruthless. He used Zuko to shape her. I do hope we get more exploration of Ty Lee and Mai so they aren't Faceless Blorb Friends, but I just don't think there was really time in s1.

The parts they chose to remove and add into the story was interesting. You got to explore the story for the first time again. I definitely think both versions have merit and are deeply enjoyable, I just don't think you should go in expecting it to be exactly the same thing? I was happy to see a new take on the story, but that might be because I knew that it was going to be darker and the characters would adapt to that. I do hope we can get more of the vibe of the show's humor in season 2 if we get season 2, and Katara feels little more like her show-counter part because I missed her, but honestly, I do recommend to a friend.

Or at the very least, if you absolutely refuse to watch it, PLEASE go watch the last 1/2 of episode 6 with Zuko and the 41st because I CANNOT.

+THEY ACTUALLY PRONOUCED EVERYONE'S NAMES CORRECTLY #bareMinimumAward

#avatar the last airbender #avatar live action #Netflix Avatar #netflix avatar spoilers #atla #idk #my two cents #i binged the whole thing and I had fun #i haven't wanted to binge anything in forever #but I hope they get renewed because I'd love to see their take on s2 and 3

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Supernatural (Dean Winchester x Female!Reader)

Simon Said

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A late-middle aged man, Dr. Jennings, walks down the sidewalk. His cell phone rings and he picks it up. "Hello. Yeah. All right." He said then he lowers the phone slowly.

A city bus with a triangular Blue Ridge logo on the front passes. He smiles, turns, and continues walking. Across the street he enters a sports equipment shop and approaches a man leaning against a counter reading GUNS magazine.

"Afternoon, Dennis." Jennings greets. "Hey, Doc." Dennis said, smiling. "I'd like to look at a gun." Jennings said and Dennis begins to laugh. "Yeah, right, doc." He said and Jennings just looks at him and he stops laughing.

"Seriously?" Dennis said and Jennings nods, slightly. Dennis crosses behind the counter in front of a display of guns. Jennings looks around, then points. "That one." He said and Dennis unlocks the display and pulls out the indicated gun. "Okay. That's a turkey hunter, twelve gauge, pump action. Doesn't leave enough turkey behind, if you ask me." Dennis explains.

"What sort of shells does it use?" Jennings asked and Dennis begins to pull a box from under the counter. "Right here. I'm taking the boys up to the cabin this weekend if you're uh... I mean if you think you might like to take up the sport." Dennis said as Jennings takes a shell and starting to fit it into the gun. "Thanks, but no. You know guns make me nervous, always have. This one goes in here, right?" Jennings as he loads the gun.

"Whoa, Doc! No, you can't load a weapon on the premises, it's illegal!" Dennis exclaims. "It's okay, Dennis." Jennings assures. "No, no." Dennis said in a panic. "It's okay, Dennis. It's all gonna be okay." Jennings said and he turns to gun on Dennis.

"Doc!" Dennis exclaims in fear just as Jennings fires. Dennis was hurled against the wall as the blast hits him. The other customers start to panic. "No, no, it's, it's okay. It's okay. It's all gonna be okay." Jennings said and he presses the shotgun against his chin and he fires the gun.

I gasp in pain as I lean forward and lean my head on the table. I placed my hands over my head and I held it as the vision flashes over my head. "(Y/n)..." Dean's voice said with worry as I groan in pain when the vision goes on a little longer and I get flashes of a different man. Only problem is I can't see his face but I could hear him giving instructions to the man, Jennings.

"No..." I groaned as my head felt like it was gonna explode.

"(Y/n)! Hey!" Dean said and I raise my head and look up at him, slowly. I see Dean's face, which was full of worry, and I look around to see we were still in the bar and I could see a few people looking at me as they walk by.

"(Y/n), what's wrong?" Dean asked. "Check...on...Sam..." I whispered and Dean stares at me. "Vision." I was able to say as the pain in my head was still there.

Dean nods then heads over to the bathroom, since Sam went in there minutes ago, while I place my hands over my face and close my eyes as the pain was subsiding.

Later, Dean was driving the Impala, I was in the passenger's seat and Sam was in the backseat, down a dark two-lane road. The radio was playing. "Rockin' Nebraska. Your source for the classics, all night long." The announcer said. "I don't know, guys, why don't we just chill out, think about this." Dean said and I shut off the radio.

"What's there to think about?" I asked him. "I just don't know if going to the Roadhouse is the smartest idea." Dean said to us. "Dean, it's another premonition. (Y/n) and I know it. This is gonna happen, and Ash can tell us where." Sam said. "Yeah, man, but..." Dean started to say but I shake my head. "Plus it could have some connection with the demon. Our visions always do." I said.

"That's my point. There's gonna be hunters there. I don't know if, if, if going in and announcing that you two are some supernatural freaks with a, a demonic connection is the best thing, okay?" Dean said and Sam and I look over at him. "So we're freaks now?" Sam and I said and Dean looks over at us then he slaps my thigh.

"You guys have always been freaks." Dean said as he smiles weakly and turns back to the road. "Thanks for the confidence boost, Dean." I said and he glances at me. "You're welcome." He said and I let out a playful scoff as we continued on.

We enter the Roadhouse and pass two men at a table cleaning weapons. Dean almost runs into Jo, who stops, smiling. "Just can't stay away, huh?" Jo asked Dean. "Yeah, looks like. How you doin', Jo?" Dean asked her as Sam goes up to her.

"Where's Ash?" He asked, hurried. "In his back room." Jo replied and Sam and I brush pass her. "Great." I said and we head to the back and approach a rough wooden door with a sign hanging on it that reads:

DR BADASS IS: IN

Sam goes up to the door and knocks on it just as Dean comes up next to us. "Ash? Hey, Ash?" Sam and I called out. "Hey, Dr. Badass?" Dean calls out as he knocks as well.

The door unlatches and opens a crack to reveal Ash, who is naked. Dean and I avert our eyes. "Sam? Dean? (Y/n)? Sam, Dean and (y/n)." Ash said. "Hey Ash. Um. We need your help." Sam said to him. "Well, hell then. Guess I need my pants." Ash said and he shuts the door while Sam, Dean and I go back to the front of the bar.

Ash is sitting at a table with his laptop open, looking at the hand-drawn sketch of the bus logo from mine and Sam's vision. Sam sits across from him as Dean and I stand behind them. "Well, I got a match. It's the logo from the Blue Ridge bus lines in Guthrie, Oklahoma." Ash said. "Okay. Do me a favor - check Guthrie for any demonic signs, or omens, or anything like that." I said to him

"You think the demon's there?" Ash asked me. "Yeah, maybe." Sam and I said in unison. "Why would you think that?" Ash asked us. "Just check it, all right?" Dean said and Ash gives him a look. The boys and I frown at each other as Ash goes back to this computer.

"No, sir, nothing. No demon." Ash said. "All right, try something else for me. Search Guthrie for a house fire. It would be 1983, fire's origin would be a baby's nursery, night of the kid's six month birthday." Sam said. Ash looks at him, startled, and Dean looks around to check for eavesdroppers as I pace slightly.

"Okay, now that is just weird, man. Why the hell would I be looking for that." Ash said as Sam pulls out a beer bottle and sets it next to the laptop. "'Cause there's a PBR in it for ya." He said. "Give me fifteen minutes." Ash said.

Later, Dean and I were sitting at the bar, sipping at our beer, when Dean turns to me. "You doing okay?" He asked me and I let out a heavy sigh. "I don’t know...it’s just...I’m getting this weird feeling about something, but I’m not sure what it is.” I said, unsure. Dean puts his glass down and leans forward a bit, concern etched on his features.

“What do you mean by that? You having another vision?” he asked me. “Something like that.” I said, shrugging. “Is it about me?” Dean said, with a charming smile. I playfully scoff at his attempt and slap his shoulder. “You wish, you goof.” I remarked.

Dean holds his hands up in defense. “Hey, just trying to lighten up the mood.” He said as he puts his hands down, then his face goes back to a serious look. “Anyways, did you see anything else? You saw something Sam didn't, didn't you?” Dean asked as I bit my lip.

“Besides flashes of a man killing a guy before he blows himself away?” I said then I stop then I let out a shaky breath and continue. “There was another man, but his face was blurry...I couldn’t really see what he looked like, but I know he is the reason for the this man's soon to be death.” I said. "I just...I don't know." I muttered as I place my hands over my face.

"Hey..." Dean said to me as he places his hand over my hand. "We'll get this figured out." He said and I look up at him then gave him a warm smile. I hold his hand and we stare at each other for few seconds then Dean clears his throat. "(Y/n), I uh...I..." He stammers and I furrow my brow in confusion. "What is it, Dean?" I asked, curiously.

He lowers his gaze for a few moments then looks up at me before he let's out a sigh. "(Y/n)..." he started to say when music begins to play.

I can't fight this feeling any longer.

And yet I'm still afraid to let it flow.

What started out as friendship,

Has grown stronger.

I only wish I had the strength to let it show.

I tell myself that I can't hold out forever.

I said there is no reason for my fear.

Cause I feel so secure when we're together.

You give my life direction,

You make everything so clear...

We give each other confused look then turn out heads to see Jo standing next to the jukebox. "What?" She asked us, giving us an innocent look. "REO Speedwagon?" Dean said. "Damn right REO. Kevin Cronin sings it from the heart." Jo said. "He sings it from the hair. There's a difference." I pointed out and Dean chuckles.

"That profile you've got Ash looking for? Your mom died the same way, didn't she? A fire in Sam's nursery? And (y/n), your mom died in a fire in your nursery, too?" Jo asked as I looked down. "Look, Jo, it's kind of a family thing." Dean said to her.

"I could help." Jo said to us. "I'm sure you could. But we've got to handle this one ourselves." Dean said. "Besides, if you went with us, we would become the hunted." I said as I nod towards Ellen, who was at the far end of the bar, cleaning some glasses. Jo gives us a look that said Really? and I shrug just as Sam comes up from behind her.

"We have a match. We've gotta go." Sam said and we nodded at him. "All right, Jo. See you later." Dean said as we get up and follow Sam out of the bar and towards the Impala.

I was sitting in the backseat of the car and that song kept playing in my head. I started to hum it until I started to sing it softly. "I tell myself that I can't hold out forever. I said there is no reason for my fear. 'Cause I feel so secure when we're together. You give my life direction, you make everthing so clear." I sang and as I continue to sing, alittle louder, Dean starts to sing along with me. "And even as I wander, I'm keeping you in sight. You're a candle in the window on a cold dark winter night. And I'm getting closer than I ever thought I might..."

"You guys are kidding, right?" Sam asked and I looked up at him as Dean turns his head to him then back to the road. "I heard the song somewhere, can't get it out of my head, I don't know, man." Dean said and I nod. "Yeah, same here. But I can't help that it's a catcy tune." I said as Sam gives me a look then Dean. "Anyway....Whaddya got?" Dean asked Sam and he looks at the stack of papers on his lap.

"Andrew Gallagher. Born in eighty three, like us." Sam said as he looks over at me. "Lost his mother in a nursery fire exactly six months later, also like us." He said as he looks back at me. "You think the demon killed his mom?" Dean asked him. "Sure looks like it." Sam said.

"How did you even know to look for this guy?" Dean asked him. "Every premonition (y/n) and I've had, if they're not about the demon they're about the other kids the demon visited. Like Max Miller, remember him?" Sam said. "Yeah, but Max Miller was a pasty little psycho." Dean said and I rolled my eyes.

"The point is he was killing people. And Sam and I were having the same type of visions about him. And now it could be happening all over again with this Gallagher guy." I said to him. "How do we find him?" Dean asked. "Don't know. No current address, no current employment. He still owes money on all his bills - phone, credit, utilities..." Sam said. "Collection agency flags?" I asked. "None in the system." Sam said.

"They just let him take a walk?" Dean asked. "Seems like it. There's a work address from his last W-2, about a year ago. Let's start there." Sam said

"You won't get anything out of Andy, guys. I'm sorry, but they never do." A waitress, Tracy, said as the boys and I stand in a coffee shop, the next morning, in our suits. "They?" I asked her. "You're debt collectors, right? Once in a while they come by. I don't know what Andy says to them, but they never come back." Tracy said to us.

"Actually we're, we're lawyers. Representing his Great Aunt Leta. She passed, God rest her soul, and left Andy a sizable estate." Dean said to her. "Yeah. So are you a friend of his?" Sam asked her. "I used to be, yeah. I don't see much of Andy anymore." She said then a guy turns around from behind her and comes up to us.

"Andy? Andy kicks ass, man." He said. "Is that right?" I asked him as I look at him, and I felt like there was something about him that was a bit off. "Yeah. Andy can get you into anything. He even got me backstage at Aerosmith once, it was beautiful, bro." The guy said, smiling.

"How about bussing a table or two, Weber?" Tracy asked him. "Yeah. You bet, boss." Weber said and he walks off and Tracy turns to us. "Look, if you want to find him, try Orchard Street. Just look for a van with a barbarian queen painted on the side." She said. "Barbarian queen?" Dean and I said, confused. "She's riding a polar bear. It's kind of hard to miss." She said with a hint of sarcasm in her voice.

As we make it to Orchard Street, we watch the aforementioned van-with-barbarian-queen, which had an impressive paint job. "I'm sorry, I'm starting to like this dude. That van is sweet." Dean said then he looks at us. "What's wrong?" He asked us. "Nothing." Sam and I said, in unison.

"Guys, you look like you're sucking on a lemon, what's going on?" Dean asked us. "This Andrew Gallagher, he's the second guy like this we've found, Dean. Demon came to them when they were kids, now they're killing people." Sam replied. "We don't know what Andrew Gallagher is, all right? He could be innocent." Dean said.

"Our visions haven't been wrong yet." I said. "What's your point?" Dean asked me. "My point is, Sam and I are one of them." I said to him. "No, you're not." Dean said, shaking his head. "Dean, the demon said he had plans for me and (y/n) and children like us." Sam said. "Yeah?" Dean said.

"Yeah, maybe this is his plan, maybe we're all a bunch of psychic freaks, maybe we're all supposed to be —" I started to say then Dean talks over me. "What, killers?" He asked us. "Yeah." Sam and I said. "So the demon wants you two out there killing with your minds, is that it? Come on, give me a break. You're not a murderer, guys! You guys don't have it in your bones." Dean said.

"No? Last I checked, we kill all kinds of things." Sam said. "Those things were asking for it. There's a difference." Dean said and he looks out the window, away from us.

I look out as well and see Andy exiting a building, wearing a pajamas and a long satin robe embroidered with dragons. "Got him." Sam said as a woman in a second-story window waves to Andy, who blows her a kiss.

Andy greets a man on the street, who smiles at him and hands Andy his coffee. Further along, Andy greets Jennings and shakes his hand. "That's him!" Sam and I exclaimed. "That older guy, that's him, that's the shooter." Sam said. "All right, you guys keep on him, I'll stick with Andy. Go." Dean said and Sam and I get out of the car and follows Jennings on foot.

We watches Jennings from a short distance then his cell phone rings, just like in the vision, and he answers it. "Hello. Yeah." He answers and I see the Blue Ridge bus approach.

Sam and I exchange a look then we cross in front of it towards the sporting goods store. We run up the steps and inside, looking around, then we see the clerk and bystanders from our vision. Sam turns and pulls the fire alarm just as Jennings approaches the store, but hearing the alarm go off he stops, confused, then turns and walks away.

We leaves the store and go down to the street, where we sees Andy driving by in the Impala. "D-Did you see that?" I asked Sam, who nods, and I take out my phone and dial Dean.

"Dean! Andy's got the Impala!" I said once he answers. "I know! He just sorta asked me for it and I, I let him take it." Dean replied and I stop in my tracks. "I'm sorry, what was that?!" I asked. "He full-on Obi-Wanned me. It's mind control, (y/n)!" Dean said then I look up just as Jennings walks in front of a bus, which slams into him at full speed. "Oh my God!" I exclaimed.

As the paramedics put Jennings into a body bag, Sam and I sit on the curb nearby. Dean crouches behind us, hand on Sam's back and my shoulder. "We kept him out of the gun store. We thought he was okay. We thought he was past it, at least...we should have stayed with him." Sam said, sadly, as I place my hands over my face.

Afterwhile, we start walking down the street and turned a corner to see the Impala parked on the side. "Thank God!" Dean exclaimed, relieved, and we come up to the car. "Oh. I'm sorry, baby. I'll never leave you again." He said and he goes into the car and found the keys.

"Well, at least he left the keys in it." He said. "Yeah. Real Samaritan, this guy." I sneered. "Well, it looks like he can't work his mojo just by twitching his nose, he's gotta use verbal commands." Dean said. "The doctor had just gotten off his cell phone when he stepped in front of that bus. Andy must have called him or something." Sam said.

"I don't know, maybe." Dean said, shrugging. "Beg your pardon?" I asked him. "I just don't know if he's our guy." Dean said. "Dean, you had O.J. convicted before he got out of his white Bronco and you have doubts about this?" Sam asked him. "He just doesn't seem like the stone-cold killer type, that's all. You know. And O.J. was guilty." Dean said and I nod. "Agreed." I said.

"Either way, how are we going to track this guy down?" Sam asked us. "Not a problem." Dean said after thinking for a moment.

Later, we walk up to Andy's blue van from the back. "Not exactly an inconspicuous ride. Let's have a look." Dean said as he pulls a small crowbar out of his jacket and pries open the back door. Porn music plays as the interior is revealed: disco ball, fur rugs, a tiger painted on the wall, several thick books, and an enormous bong.

"Oh. Oh, come on. This is... this is magnificent, that's what this is. Not exactly a serial killer's lair, though. There's no... clown paintings on the walls, or scissors stuck in victims' photos. I like the tiger." Dean said as Sam and I look through the books nearby.

"Hegel, Kant, Wittgenstein? That's some pretty heavy reading, Dean." I said and Dean picks up the bong. "Yeah, and uh, and Moby Dick's bong." He said as he holds it and I shair my head.

We were sitting in the parked Impala as Dean was eating something in a foil wrapper while Sam and I study a stack of papers. "Ugh. You know, one day I'd love to just sit down and eat something I didn't have to microwave at a minimart." Dean grumbles.

"What I don't get is the motive. I mean, the doctor was squeaky clean, why would Andy waste him?" I asked the boys, slightly frustrated. "If it is Andy." Dean said. "Dude, enough." Sam said, exasperated.

"What?" Dean asked. "The doctor was mind-controlled in front of a bus. Andy just happens to have the power of mind control. You do the math." Sam yelled. "I just don't think the guy's got it in him, that's all." Dean said, shrugging.

"Well, how the hell would you know? I mean, why are you bending over backwards defending him?" I asked Dean. "'Cause you guys are not right about this." He states, firmly. "About Andy?" Sam and I asked just as we heard someone slam their hands down on the door.

We turn and see Andy appearing at Sam's open window, leaning in. "Hey! You think I haven't seen you three? Why are you following me?" Andy asked us. "Well, we're lawyers. See, a relative of yours has passed aw-" Sam started to say but Andy interrupts him.

"Tell the truth!" He yells, his voice echoing. "That's what we're -" I started to say but then Dean speaks up. "We hunt demons." He said and Sam and I look at him, shocked. "What?" Andy asked. "Dean!" Sam and I said. "Demons and spirits. Things your worst nightmares wouldn't even touch. Sam here, he's my brother. And (y/n) is our best friend." Dean said.

"Dean, shut up!" Sam shouts. "I'm trying. He's psychic. Kind of like you. Well, not really like you, but see, they think you're a murderer, and they're afraid that they're going to become one themself, 'cause you're all part of something that's terrible. And, I hope to hell that they're wrong, but I'm starting to get a little scared that they might be right." Dean said and Andy looks between us, shocked.

"Okay, you know what? Just leave me alone." He said to us. "Okay." Dean said. "All right?" Andy said and he walks away. Dean cringes, holding his head, as Sam and I get out of the car, following Andy.

"What are you doing?" He asked as he turns to see us coming at him. "Look, I, I said leave me alone." Andy commanded in a demonic voice, but Sam and I continued walking towards him.

"All right? Get out of here, just start driving and never stop." He commands as he backs away from us but we continuing walking towards him. "Doesn't seem to work on us, Andy." Sam said.

"What?" Andy asked. "You can make people do things, can't you? You can tell them what to think." I said as Dean got out of the car. Sam and I hold up a hand, warning him not to come closer.

"Look, tha-- that's crazy." Andy laughs. "It all started about a year ago, didn't it? After you turned twenty-two. Little stuff at first, and then you got better at controlling it." Sam said and Andy looks at him, shocked.

"How do you know all this?" He asked us. "Because the same thing happened to us, Andy. My mom and his mom died in a fire, too. We have abilities too. You see, we're connected, the three of us." I said to him as Andy starts to panic a bit.

"You know what? Just, just, just, just get out of here, all right?!" Andy yells at us but nothing. "Why did you tell the doctor to walk in front of a bus?" Sam asked. "What?" Andy asked us I get a vision, flash of fire, and a hand holding a gas pump. I cringe as the vision continues in pieces as I try to focus on Andy but I could see that Sam was cringing as well.

"Why did you kill him?" I asked Andy, angrily. "I didn't!" Andy shouts and I cringe again as the vision hits with full force:

A middle-aged blond woman, Holly, with leather gloves and a long black coat is pumping gas into an SUV. Her cell phone rings and she answers. "Hello?" She answers then there was a flash of fire, a man shying away from it. "Sure. I can do that." She said and she hangs up the phone and leans into the car, pressing down the cigarette lighter.

She pulls out the gas pump and starts drenching herself in gasoline. A gas station employee across the way sees her. "Hey! Lady, what are you doing?!" A man yells as she pulls the cigarette lighter out and steps into the open, holding her arms out. "It's gonna be okay." She said and she lowers the cigarette lighter to her drenched arm.

"Lady, no! No!" The man yells and she bursts into flames as the man watches in horror.

Hands on my head, I start to fall so does Sam. Dean runs over to try to catch us but trying to catch two people was too much for one person. So Dean catches me and tries to lower Sam down on the asphalt as we kneel down and Sam sits down. "Guys? What is it?" he asked us as I lean my head against his chest and clutch his jacket as the pain in my head continued.

"Look, I didn't do anything to them." Andy said. "A woman. A woman burning alive." I said. "What else'd you get?" Dean asked as he looks between us. "A gas station, a woman is gonna kill herself." Sam said. "What does he mean, going to? What are they, what are -" Andy started to ask until Dean turns to him. "Shut up!" He yells at Andy.

"She gets triggered by a call on her cell." I said to Dean as I look up at him. "When?" Dean asked. "I don't know." Sam and I said as I pull away from Dean's embrace then he and i help Sam stand up. "But as long as we keep our eyes on this son of a bitch he can't hurt her." Sam said as he nods at Andy.

"I didn't hurt anybody." Andy said. "Yeah, not yet." I said but then a fire engine roars past, sirens blaring. We turn to watch it before we turn to Dean. "Go." We said and Dean runs off to follow the siren; Andy tries to step past us, but we stop him with a hand on his chest.

"No, not you. You're staying here with us." Sam said to him and we watch Dean leave then we watch Andy, who looks at us with worry.

"Hey, it's me. She's dead. Burned up, just like you guys said." Dean said after he calls Sam's phone, which was on speakerphone. "When?" I asked him. "Like minutes before I got here! I mean the smell hasn't even cleared. What's up with your visions, guys? This wasn't even a head start." Dean said. "I don't know, all right?" Sam and I exclaimed.

"We can't control them, and neither of us don't know what the hell is going on." I said. "Listen, you guys were with Andy when this whole thing went down, so it, it can't be him, it's gotta be somebody else doing this." Dean said. "That doesn't make any sense." Sam said. "What else is new? Well, I'll dig around here, see what else I can find." Dean said then he hangs up.

Sam, Andy and I sit across from each other on an abandoned truck. "So you guys get these premonitions of people about to die?" Andy asked us and we nod. "That's impossible." He said and Sam and I laugh.

"A lot of people would say the same thing about what you do." I pointed out to him. "But...death visions." Andy said and we nodded again. "Yeah." We said. "Dude, that sucks. I mean, like, when I got my mind thing? It was like a gift, you know, it was, it was like I won the Lotto." Andy said.

"But you still live in a van. I don't get it, I mean, you could... have anything you ever wanted." Sam said to him. "I mean, I, I got everything I need." Andy said. "So you're really not a killer, huh?" Sam asked him and Andy laughs. "That's what I've been trying to tell you!" He said. "That's good. Means there's hope for the three of us." I said just as Dean pulls up and we stand up.

"Victim's name was Holly Beckett, forty-one, single." Dean said as he gets out of the car. "Who is she?" I asked Andy. "Never heard of her." Andy said, shaking his head. "Called Ash on the way over here; he came up with a little something. Apparently Holly Beckett gave birth when she was eighteen years old, back in 1983. Same day you were born, Andy." Dean said and we look over at him.

"Andy, were you adopted?" Sam asked him. "Well, yeah." Andy said. "You were? And you neglected to mention that?" Dean asked. "Never really came up. I mean, I, I never knew my birth parents, and, and like you said my adopted mom died when I was a baby -- do you, do you think this Holly woman could actually be my m-" he stammers.

"I don't know. I tried to get a copy of the birth records, but they're hard copy only, sealed in the county office." Dean said. "Well, screw that." Andy said.

We make it to the records office and the boys and I go through boxes of files while Andy walks an elderly security guard to the door. "Probably shouldn't have left you kids in here." The guard said. "No, it'll all be fine. All right? Just go get a cup of coffee." Andy said as the guard leaves, Andy continues in a dramatic voice. "These aren't the 'droids you're looking for."

Dean and I grin as we overhear that. "Awesome." Dean said and I nodded. "I got it." Sam said. "Yeah?" Dean and I asked as Andy comes up to us. "Yeah. Andy, it's true. Holly Beckett was your birth mother." Sam said and Andy looks at us shock and sadness.

"Huh. Does anyone have a Vicodin?" He asked. "Dr. Jennings was her doctor, too, I mean, he oversaw the adoption. You have a solid connection to both of them." Sam said. "Yeah, but I, I didn't kill them." Andy stammers. "We believe you." I said to him. "Yeah." The boy said on unison.

"But uh, who did?" Dean asked. "I think I got a pretty good guess. Holly Beckett gave birth to twins." Sam said.

Andy sits with both hands on his head, staring straight ahead in shock. Dean is standing by a printer nearby, Sam is pacing with a folder in his hands while I sit in a chair. "I have an evil twin." Andy said, shocked.

"Holly put you and your brother up for adoption. And you went to the Gallagher family, obviously, and your brother went to the Weems family from upstate." Sam explains and I rub my eyes. "I wonder that's the other guy I saw in my vision. The one I couldn't really see." I said. "Could be." Sam said as we look over at Andy, who was looking down.

"Andy, how you doin'? Still with us?" Dean asked. "Um. What was my brother's name?" Andy asked as he looks over at Sam. "Here. Um, Ansen Weems. And he's got a local address." Sam replied. "He -- he lives here?" Andy asked. "Let's get a look at him. Got his picture coming off from the DMV right now." Dean said and he pulls some papers out of the printer and looks at us in surprise.

"Hate to kick you while you're freaked." Dean said and Andy gives a whuf. "Take a look at that." Dean said and he shows one of the pages to Andy, who looks up in shock. I look over at it and my eyes widen at the picture.

It was Weber.

Dean drives the Impala down a dark road with Sam next to him and Andy and I in the back seat. "All right, Andy. Tell us everything you know about this guy." I said to him. "Well, I mean, not much. I... Weber shows up one day, eight months ago? Acting like he's my best friend in the world. Kinda weird, like, trying too hard, you know?" Andy said and I start cringing and rub my eyes.

"Must have known you guys were twins. Why did he change his name? Why not just tell you the truth?" Dean asked. "No idea." Andy said just as Sam and I yell in pain. "Sam? (Y/n)?" Dean asked just as another vision flashes before my eyes.

Tracy, wearing only satin lingerie, walks slowly to the side of a ravine. Crying, she climbs onto the ledge and looks around. She pauses, looking back, then leaps.

Sam and I yell in panic, struggling with the door. "Guys? Guys!" Dean yells at us and he stops the car as Sam and I shove the doors open, leaning out. Dean gets out and runs around the car to check on us. "Hey. Hey!" Dean said to us and I look over again him and Sam and I begin to explain what we saw.

Near the bridge, we pull to a stop and we get out and circle around to the trunk, which Dean opens. "Dean, you should stay back" I said to him. "No argument here. Had my head screwed with enough for one day." Dean said as Sam pulls out two handguns and I grab another handgun.

As we walk forward we're stopped by Andy, who has gotten out of the car. "I'm coming with you." He said and Sam shakes his head. "Andy, no." I said to him. "If it's Tracy out there...then I'm coming." Andy said to us and Sam and I exchange a look.

We walk on the bridge and come up to the car when Sam shatters the window. Then he shoves a gun in the car at Weber. "Get out of the car! Now!" Sam yells. "You really don't want to do this." Weber said and Sam backhands him, hard.

On the other side of the car, I open the door and Andy and I pull Tracy out. "Tracy! Come here, come here, come here. It's okay." Andy said to her. "Andy! I can't! I couldn't control myself." Tracy cried to him.

Sam opens Weber's door and pulls him out of the car. He pins him facedown over the pavement with the gun aimed at his head and I come over to him and aim the gun at Weber as well. "Don't move. Don't move!" Sam and I shouted at him.

Andy runs over to us and shoves a strip of duct tape over Weber's mouth. He rears back and kicks Weber twice, furious, and Sam pushes him back. "No! No, Andy, let me and (y/n) handle this, all right?" Sam said to him as Andy yells. "I'm gonna kill you!"

"No! We'll handle this, we'll handle this!" I said to Andy as Sam holds him back. "I will kill you!" Andy shouts. "Andy! Listen to me! Listen to me!" Sam said when Tracy comes up to Sam with a large stick. "SAM!" I shouted as she hits Sam on the back of the neck and he goes down, unconscious.

Before I could do anything, a hand grabs my ankle and yanks it up and I fall backwards and I hit the pavement. I groan as I look up to see that Weber got up and he kicks me in the face and I blackout.

Moment later, or at least it was, I started to come to and see Andy and Weber still talking. I couldn't really understand what they were saying as my vision kept going in and out and they sounded like they were far away.

But then I heard a gunshot and this makes me sit up bolt right and see Weber fall and Andy lowering the gun in his hand, shaking.

The next morning, Rescue and police crews have arrived on the scene. Andy was talking to three police officers, his stance confident. Sam and I were crouching by a wall, a paramedic tending to his shoulder and my head. Dean stands at our side.

"He shot himself. And you all saw it happen." Andy said to the police. "Yeah. We did." The police said to him. "Look at him. He's getting better at it." I said as we observe Andy as he passes an ambulance where Tracy is sitting, a blanket around her shoulders. She avoids his eyes then he approaches us.

"She won't even look at me." Andy said. "Yeah, she's pretty shaken up." Sam said and Andy shakes his head. "No, it's, this is different. It's, uh, I never, I never used my mind thing on her before. Before last night. She's scared of me now." He said, sadly.

"Hey, Andy, I hate to do this, but um, we have to get out of here. Here. I wrote down my cell and (y/n)'s. You don't have to be alone in this, all right? If anything comes up, just call us up." Sam said to him as he hands him the card. "Wha- what am I supposed to do now?" Andy asked, confused. "You be good, Andy. Or we'll be back." Dean said to Andy, patting his shoulder, then we walk away.

"Looks like (y/n) and I were right." Sam said as we head to the car. "About what?" Dean asked. "Andy. He's a killer after all." Sam said. "No, he's a hero. He saved his girlfriend's life, he saved my life." Dean said, defensively.

"Bottom line, last night, he wasted somebody." I said to him. "Yeah, but he's not a foaming-at-the-mouth psycho. He was just, he was pushed into that." Dean said. "Weber was pushed too, in his own way. Max Miller was pushed. (Y/n) was pushed by her mom and dad's death. Hell, I was pushed by Jessica's death." Sam said to him and I looked down.

"What's your point, Sam?" Dean asked. "Right circumstances, everyone's capable of murder. Everyone. You know, maybe that's what the demon's doing. Pushing us. Finding ways to break us." Sam said. "Sam, we don't know what the demon wants, okay? Quit worrying about it." Dean said.

"You know, we heard you before, Dean, when Andy made you tell the truth. You're just as scared of this as we are." I said to him. "That was mind control! I mean, it's like, like, that's like being roofied, man, that doesn't count." Dean said.

"What?" Sam and I asked. "No. I'm, I'm calling do-over." Dean said and I scoff at this. "What are you, seven?" I asked him. "Doesn't matter. Look, we've just gotta keep doing what we're doing, find that evil son of a bitch and kill it." Dean said. "Yeah, I guess." Sam and I said, doubtful.

Then Dean's cell rings and he picks it up. "Hello? Ellen. What's going on? Yeah, we'll be right there." Dean said.

That night, we were at the Roadhouse and sitting at the bar, Ellen behind it and Jo walking around the outside. "Jo?" Ellen said and she turns to her mother. "Go pull up another case of beer." She said. "Mom..." she said, exasperated. "Now. Please." Ellen orders.

As Jo leaves, Ellen leans on the bar in front of us. "So. You uh, you want to tell me about this last hunt of yours?" She asked us. "No. Not really. No offense, it's just kind of a family thing." Dean said to her. "Not anymore." She said and she drops a stack of papers on the bar.

"I got this stuff from Ash. Andrew Gallagher's house burnt down on his six month birthday, just like your house. You think it was the demon both times, don't you? You think it went after Gallagher's family?" She asked. "Yeah, we think so." I said. "(Y/n)..." Dean said to me, warningly.

"Why?" Ellen asked. "None of your business." Dean said and she turns to him. "You mind your tongue with me, boy. This isn't just your war, this is war. Now, something big and bad's coming and it's coming fast, and their side holds all the cards. Now, at best all we got is us. Together. No secrets or half-truths here." She said, firmly.

"There are people out there, like Andy Gallagher, like (y/n), like me. And um...we all have some kind of ability." Sam replied. "Ability?" Ellen asked, confused, while Dean rolls his eyes.

"Yeah. Psychic ability. Sam and I have, um, we have visions. Premonitions. I don't know, it's, it's different for everybody. The demon said he had plans for people like us." I said to her. "What kind of plans?" She asked. "We don't really know for sure." Sam said.

"These people out there, these psychics -- they dangerous?" She asked. "No. Not all of them." Dean replied. "But some are. Some are very dangerous." Sam said.

"Okay, how many of them are we looking at?" Ellen asked. "We've been able to track a clear pattern so far. They've all had house fires on the night of the kid's six month birthday." I said. "That's not true." Sam said and Dean and I look over at him.

"What?" We said, confused. "Weber? Or Ansen Weems, or whatever his name is -- I looked at his files, and there was no house fire. There's nothing out of the ordinary." Sam said. "Which breaks pattern. So if there's any others like him, there'd be nothing in the system. No way to track 'em all down." Ellen said.

"And so who knows how many of 'em are really out there?" Dean said as Jo comes up from behind Ellen. "Jo honey?" Ellen said. "Yeah?" Jo asked. "You'd better break out the whiskey instead." Ellen said as she looks us over.

#fandom #fanfic #fan fiction #reader insert #x reader #supernatural #dean winchester #dean winchester x you #dean x you #supernatural dean #dean x reader #dean winchester imagine #supernatural fanfic series #supernatural fandom #supernatural fanfiction #tv show fandom #tv shows #tv #fantasy

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xxgoblin-dumplingxx · 1 year

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Little sister!reader giving Clark a massage and pampering him?

When Clark flopped face first on to your bed grumbling, you smile a little, pausing taking your earrings out to regard him in the mirror.

"What's the matter, Boy Scout? Long day?"

"I really hate hitting dead ends and I had a source back out on me today." He sighed, breathing in the smell of you. You smelled expensive- like a perfume he didn't know the name of and could probably never afford to buy for you.

"I'm sorry," you murmur, dropping your jewelry in the dish and standing up from your vanity table. "We missed our reservation b-"

Clark's head snapped up and he looked at the clock on the wall groaning, "Honey I'm sorry. Shit. I was so busy and I just-"

"It's alright," you soothe. And when you move to straddle his hips, pressing a spot directly in the center of his back, making it pop, Clark can only moan slightly.

"How do you-"

"The way you slump when you're typing," you murmur, bending forward to kiss the back of his neck before pressing a spot between his shoulder blades to make it pop. And chuckling when he's practically purring. "That one is just because you hold all your tension in your shoulders. And I know you threw a bus today."

"Don't stop," he rumbled, stretching as your clever hands searched for knots and tense places. "Tell me all about it, Doctor."

"You're really perverted for a boy scout," you tease.

"Do you know how much random porn you just find in the woods?" he chuckled. "Anna Nicole Smith was the first person to make me realize I really liked ladies."

"Not sure what it says that I'm her polar opposite," you hum, pressing down on another spot closer to his lower back before sliding the heel sof your hands up either side of his spine.

Clark chuckled, "Mostly that my tastes have matured a little, I think... Love a woman that can use words I don't understand."

"Nice save-"

Before you can tease him anymore, you find yourself on your back and breathless as the Kryptonian is pinning you to the bed, claiming your lips in a kiss that made you whine. "Done with me already?" you ask. The sarcasm in your voice is ruined by the fact that your heart is pounding.

Clark smirked at you, admiring your ruined lipstick and smeared some of it away with his thumb. "Just getting started I think," he rumbled. "It's been a long day... But first, I think I owe you dinner. You're gonna need all the help you can get, darlin'."

#Clark Kent #Clark Kent x reader #ask answered #sister!reader #minors dni

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canmom · 5 months

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mmo rp is kind of fundamentally not so different from RPing in any messaging program, something we've been doing since the days of IRC. the story you co-create is primarily driven by what's written in the text box. no matter how well made the emote animations are, they are not communicative enough to really tell a complex story, so you always fall back to prose. your character's voice will be limited to a handful of nonverbal expressions - a laugh, mm-hm, uh-huh. you are constantly having to reinterpret bits of game jank as you construct your mental version of the 'real story'. and yet

these visual aids do make a really substantial difference in how you experience it i think. to honestly a kind of surprising degree. of course having a character design on screen helps avoid writing tons of descriptive prose - but there's also a lot that can be done with simple movement through space, like a character positioning themselves besides another, retreating to sulk, getting up to dance.

like in visual novels and manga, you have essentially a set of codified, symbolic expressions - but in FFXIV, every race has its own set of very charming and polished animations for nearly every emote, which adds a huge amount of info in how you interpret that character (and slot them into the otaku database). a roegadyn will by default be loud and brash, a viera refined and dreamy, a lala mischievous and childlike. a mi'qote is a cat. since all of these are chosen by the player, they act as a strong signal of what your character's deal is - their body language comes across even if it's not like the actual scene fully acted out.

and what's fascinating to me is that even when i know what the player looks like irl, i still find myself responding to their game embodiment in how i think about them, i don't picture them irl... but also, having the embodiment helps me get into character. I have two alts, and with each one i feel drawn to a different style of roleplay. just like a list of prompts in a ttrpg sourcebook, the embodiment you've chosen gives you something to bounce off when you're improvising.

roleplaying is very similar to improv comedy, and many of the same analysis concepts - 'offers', 'yes, and' - apply. we're essentially improvising a digital puppet show. building up an RP venue and customising our model is a way of laying out props to help that process roll smoothly.

i often dream about an mmo animation system that would be less janky - more control over camera placement, better handling of interactions between player characters and characters with their environment, more ability to plan out timing and blocking and so on - essentially trending towards multiplayer source filmmaker.

the problem is that such a system would probably have way too much cognitive overhead to be usable in real time improv. i think what something like ffxiv shows is that even very simple elements - besides the emotes, your character looks towards your target and moves their lips when you talk, you can adjust their expression and there's animation hooks all over the place line chairs you can sit on - can actually be a very expressive palette and people are pretty good at filtering out the jank when they want to create a story together.

indeed, it becomes a skill - knowing what animations you have, how to reinterpret them, how to line yourself up with other players. and in the end you don't remember the time spent shuffling forwards and typing /hug again and again, or standing up and sitting down repeatedly until it lines up right. you remember the cute sight of your character sitting beside your friend, looking fondly at each other.

there's also another angle which is like... i find real life 'going out' very difficult - usually hitting a point of information overload very quickly in a pub environment, and while music is easier to manage than a wall of conversation, i never really learned how to interact with strangers at a club, concert, convention. I'm not good with alcohol. when i try to a pub, i usually end up retreating into myself and ducking out. in mmos, though... i find prose much more easy to be expressive in, and the limits of the animation system kind of level the playing field a bit in terms of The Autism when it comes to body language and the like.

still, sometimes it feels like a very sad existence - i rely on this simulacrum, pretending i am being intimate and social with people i can't touch through a computer program that draws triangles. everything in an mmo is muted, blunted by the medium - which makes it 'safe', but also tinges it with a loneliness that can't really be broken. but for now, i guess the simulacrum is all I've got, you know? and i can appreciate how it's put together, all the effort that has gone in from devs and players alike to realise this alternative channel for connection.

but yeah. i guess it comes back to this again... there's a reason my online 'face' is a low poly approximation of an animal!

#roleplaying games #that said i should totally check out vrchat again now i have the gear lol #computer games #mmorpgs #ffxiv #introspective nightposting

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stuffymcstuffsworld · 8 months

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The chase

Run. Run for your life, as fast as you can. Get as far away from it as possible. What are you running from? Oh, nothing you can't handle, really.... just the impish love child of the energizer bunny and monster energy drinks.

Zipping down the halls dodging students, avoiding all deadends, and keeping to crowded halls made it difficult for your pursuer. Luckily, you also kept to low ceiling areas so that they couldn't fly either. You could hear the students' shouts and startled grunts as both you and him plowed through.

'Nope, nope, nope, nope, awwwww heeeeellllllll no.' You forgot about the stairs. You had no way of stopping at this point and nowhere to turn so down you go. Taking three at a time, you made your way down. Hearing a slam, you giggled, knowing Robin-San probably couldn't slow down enough and had slammed into the stairwells wall.

Running back down another corridor now, you found yourself sliding into the teachers dorm like you were about to steal home base. 'Huh floor must have just been mopped.' Waving off the thought you quickly, your army crawled between desks and past the couch, making the shush signal at anyone who saw you.

You could hear the door being kicked open by Robin as he excitedly shouted. "I know you're in here! You can't escape!" You tried desperately not to laugh as you slowly crept past some of Suzy-sans plants. Only to spot a shoe in your way. Of course, that shoe had to be connected to a foot. And yes, that foot happened to be connected to Dali-San.

He offered you a malicious grin as you shook your head and pressed a finger to your lips. 'Don't you dare.' You gave him your best, 'I will beat your ass so help me devi' stare, and you had to give him credit for not laughing out loud. "Oh Rookie~" he called out to Robin, who eyes immediately locked onto you.

"Shit!!!!!" You screamed, scrambling away. "Interference, this doesn't count you had help from an outside source!" You accused as you tried to put more distance and furniture between the two of you. "You mean like when you had Kalego-Sempai interfere by using him to distract me." He asked you gasped as you had about 3 feet between the two of you now.

"How dare you, I did no such thing! It just happens that he was actually looking for you." You felt your back hit the fridge, and you squeaked when both of the demons' arms bloked your escape route from both sides. "No where to run now, no where to hide." His green eyes flashing with triumph.

"Robin-San, I had no idea you felt this way!" You covered your mouth with your hands, trying to hide you smile. "Huh?" He looked confused, leaning slightly closer and not realizing he was falling for your trap. "I mean so bold, a double wall slam!" A small chuckle from some of the others as Robin-San tried processing what you meant.

During his brief lapse of concentration, you ducked under one arm and zipped away. "Hey! That's not fair. I caught you!" You could hear him scream moments later. "It doesn't count if you don't say it!" You called back.

Honestly, you had no idea what brought you to playing tag of all things with another teacher, but.... you couldn't stop now. It was just so much fun! There were so many close calls, but they quickly became near misses as you would find something to distract him or a way of escape.

"I'm won't lose!" You could hear him gaining on you. 'That's it. Keep running. Catch me if you can, this is so much fun!' Volting over some discarded textbooks and now weaving between the shelves in the library you were gasping for air at this point but you couldn't stop the wide grin as you felt a pair of arms swing you around.

"Tag" Robin-San was also out of breath, but the gleaming eyes and happy smile told you that he felt the same way. So exciting, let's go again! As you both crashed to the ground on wobbly legs. A mess of tangled limbs and laughter.

#mairimashita! iruma kun #reader #welcome to demon school iruma kun #dantalion #robin sensei #robin bars

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Mr. Sandman, Ring Me a Dream

Summary: Death decides that a phone will help her little brother stay more connected to human friends. (Or “friend,” singular, for the moment.) Not to worry, she's taken care of all of the setup, right down to the ringtone. Just give this number to Hob and put it in your pocket. Please, little brother. For me.

Dream should have known to ask more questions…

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Ch. 1: “Turn on Your Magic Beam”

“Just try it for a bit,” said his sister. “You don't have to do anything but put it in your pocket and answer it if it rings.”

“I have no need for a telephone, mobile or otherwise,” said Dream. “Hob and I have remained in contact for centuries without any such thing.”

Death raised an eyebrow. “You see one another once a century by appointment, and you missed the last one. I'm just saying the humans have invented all sorts of communication devices, and you should try being a little more reachable. You might like it.”

Dream refrained from actually rolling his eyes, but Death seemed to get the point.

“Look, I've completely set it up for you. It's got Hob's number in it.” She punched the green phone handset button, “Contacts,” and the solitary entry labeled “Hob Gadling” with exaggerated slowness, the phone flourished in front of his withering gaze so that he couldn't avoid seeing the process. “I even set a ringtone for you! All you have to do is give him this string of numbers. He'll know what to do.”

Dream did not dignify that with a response.

“Come on, little brother. Give it a fair chance. For me.” She paused until his disdainful expression cracked, and she smirked in victory. “If you hate it, you can always go back to your once-a-century meeting and no harm done, right?”

Dream begrudgingly slid the glossy black rectangle into his pocket. Human innovations were often far from “no harm done” in his opinion, but fine, if his sister believed this one was harmless, he supposed he could humor her.

He dropped by to find Hob, crossly shoved the piece of paper with numbers at him, muttering that his sister had insisted on getting him a phone, and promptly forgot about it.

…

James' back hit the wall behind him, starting to question whether buying the tiny ziploc baggie of allegedly “magical” powder had been a mistake.

He'd mostly bought it as a joke, anyway. The seller had put on a surprisingly convincing song and dance to “prove” that the sand was magical rather than just gray sand, but really. Magic sand? Besides, if it were as special as he claimed, the price would surely have been higher.

Still, if the sand was fake, the salesman was an excellent illusionist, and the entertainment value alone had been worth the small price being charged.

…At least it had been until this goth beanstalk showed up, trailed by a raven, of all things. James had initially brushed that off, too. When you hung around in circles where someone was likely to sell you “magic dream sand,” you encountered a lot of odd people.

This one was persistent—James couldn't seem shake him—and his initial blunt pushiness had edged over into scary.

James tried to tune back into what he was saying. Maybe he should just—

An incongruously cheerful tune derailed his train of thought.

“Bom bom bom bom bom bom bom bom. “Bom bom bom bom bom.”

The apparition did not react or change expression as the a capella harmony continued.

“Mr. Sandman, bring me a dream! Make him the cutest that I've ever seen.”

The apparition's eyebrows knitted together. He glanced around, as if looking for the source of the sound. He pivoted slowly in a complete circle, peering in all directions, as the song continued to play.

The raven cocked its head quizzically. “That coming from you, boss?”

(Great. A talking bird, as if this wasn't weird enough.)

“What do you mean 'is it coming from me?' Why would it?”

Words spilled out of James' mouth before he could think better of it. “…Is it your phone?”

He regretted speaking as soon as the apparition's attention snapped back onto him.

“I do not have a phone.”

“Uhh… actually…” said the raven.

The pale brow furrowed. “Oh. That's right.” He started patting his sides as if trying to locate something in his pockets. He fished out a black rectangle just as the music abruptly cut off, midway through the “Mr. Sandman” leading into the second verse.

He stared blankly at the it.

“I think you missed the call?” offered James.

There was silence for a moment. “It says 'Missed Call,'” the apparition confirmed. “'Hob.' There's a little picture of his face.”

“Yeah, you missed it, then. Maybe they'll leave a voicemail?”

The apparition scrutinized him. “A… 'voicemail'?”

James floundered. “Yeah. You know, record a message for you?”

Based on the apparition's expression, he did not know.

“Or you could just call 'em back?”

The apparition frowned at the phone again. “I… do not know how to do that.”

“There's—There should be a button.” He reached towards the phone automatically, starting to feel like he was talking to his Gran rather than a seemingly supernatural entity trying to mug him for dubiously magical sand. “Can I see? Yeah, right there—if you click on that, it should call them back.”

A long pale finger carefully poked at the spot James had indicated, before raising the phone to his ear.

There was a pause.

“Ah, this one rings like a bell, not music. That's what I thought they were supposed to do.”

“Uh… Well, that's what it does on your end while it's waiting for the other person to pick up. Might be music on their end, though.”

“Oh.”

“Hob,” declared the apparition. He paused. “Yes. I retrieved my phone, but you were no longer there.” He frowned. “Yes, I was busy. I still am. …This human said that otherwise you might send me mail, and I do not receive letters in the Dreaming. …I am not certain I know how to do that. …Very well. Thirty minutes hence.”

He frowned at the phone for another long moment, before looking back at James. “Do I have to turn it off?”

“Uh… I think the other guy probably hung up on his end, so…” He craned for a glimpse at the screen. “No, you don't have to do anything. The call already disconnected.”

The apparition carefully slid the phone back into a pocket, and clasped his hands behind his back. “I thank you for your assistance,” he said solemnly. “Now, there is still the issue of the dream sand, which you may not keep.”

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#dream of the endless #death of the endless #rose walker #the sandman #mr. sandman #death loves her ridiculous little brother and wants him to be happy #(but also thinks some sibling pranks will do him good)#tech support to friends pipeline #onyxbird fanfic

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thetinycrab · 9 months

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Happy vore day!

A tiny resting on Eddie's stomach. He chuckles at their little arms stretching wide, hugging the soft pudge. The giant lays a hand over them like a blanket, feels them sink into it ever so slightly.

The tiny lifts their head, and for a second he's about to let them up when they lean back down. Miniscule lips press a smooch, so small he can barely feel it through his shirt, but he does and his breathing stops. When they look up his eyes are wide and they're sparkling in wonder.

They smile and nuzzle into him - Eddie's always been such a softy, so gently affectionate. It's time someone else returned the favor.

Trying to hold onto his rapidly fading nonchalance, Eddie clears his throat. "Comfy?"

"Yeah. It's nice and soft. Could lie on it forever."

The thought makes his cheeks warm. He'd like that. He'd like that very much.

His stomach lets out a grumble and he feels them bury their face in it. It's like they're trying to burrow in and chase the noise to its source. Who knows, maybe they are. Their obvious love for the sound leaves him speechless and flustered. Still, he can't help but ask. "The noises bothering you?"

A soft laugh sounds out. "No. I like em."

"...yeah?"

The softness of his voice makes them look up. "Yeah. It kinda, rumbles in my ear. Nice and low, like a hum. Makes me feel small. Safe...."

Eddie lets out a soft breath of a laugh, pressing them closer on instinct so they don't get jostled around. It's all flusteredness and shock. And before he can even try to take control back they look up with those little eyes.

"Can I...?"

Once the question sinks in a wide grin stretches across his face, so big it almost hurts. He's blushing. He knows he is. He doesn't mind all too much, though.

The hand keeping them against his smooth skin now scrunches and plucks them up by the back of their shirt. He dangles them above their maw. "You always know how to butter me up."

Eddie opens up, just wide enough to let them in. His teeth just poke out from behind his lips, his tongue pressing against the edges of the bottom row as if it can't wait. It forms a slick and squishy ramp, leading them into Eddie's maw until they're completely surrounded. They roll over onto their stomach just in time to see the light fade as his lips close.

The tongue bucks, rolling them gently and coating them until they're drenched. Eddie tilts his head back, presses his fingers to his throat, and gulps.

They make a nice bump on the way down. He can feel them slipping pass his collarbone, behind his heart, his esophagus squeezing them down. The moment they hit his stomach he's flooded with warm nerves that go all the way to the tips of his fingers and toes.

Eddie slumps, his hands resting over his stomach while his knees come up. His body is curling around them, protecting them. And he can just barely feel them getting comfortable. "You alright in there?"

They smile. They'll never get over how Eddie's voice rumbles all around them. "I'm okay!" They can't see it, but Eddie has a dumb smile on his face at how their little voice is coming from inside him.

The walls are slick and have a slight give, but they know it holds firm. Somewhere up above Eddie's heart beats strongly. It only adds to the white noise - all around them are quiet gurgles that they'd never be able to hear on the outside. Eddie's stomach rocks slightly with his breathing.

They scoot over to the wall, nestling against the folds and halfway laying on it. The next groan is long and low. It makes the wall vibrate and, pressed against it like this, the rumbles travel deep into their bones. They let out a small shudder and press into the squishy flesh, trying to chase it.

Meanwhile, on the outside, Eddie is content to bask in all these feelings. Wonder at having a person inside of him, love that they trust him enough to do this, awe for the amount of trust and how they liked it so much. Each time they nuzzle into him it sends another flutter of warmth and protectiveness through his nerves. He feels like the center of the world. Or, more accurately, that he has the center inside of him and he's been trusted as its guardian - a position he relishes with his entire being.

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blueicequeen19 · 2 years

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Cabin Fever Pt. 1

Four weeks. At least. That's how long I was going to be stuck in the Chateau with John B and JJ. The tension was thick in the air. They didn't want me here and I didn't want to be here. We'd been hit with a hurricane and COVID, so on top of storm damage, we were supposed to quarantine together and avoid going out in public. They were making it hard though. I'd rather than be anywhere but here. The hostility in the air was enough to have me on edge every damn day. They constantly fought. You'd think they were real siblings. They slammed doors and broke dishes and threw punches, throwing me dirty looks like it was my fault. They were nice enough to let me stay in his dad's old office and I never wanted to leave the room except there was quite literally nothing to do. The TV was in the living room and I had to eat. I couldn't wait to not be trapped with these two.

When they weren't fighting, it seemed like they were flat out avoiding me. I'd walk into a room, one or both would walk out. I tried to cook dinner every night but it resulted in me eating alone while they went out to the porch. I wondered what would happen when they ran out of beer and weed. Maybe if I had something to take the edge off too, I could convince myself this was all in my head. To make it even better, there was one bathroom. I'd rather wash off in the hose than face off with the hostility that comes when I spend too much time in there. John B was nicer than JJ but only barely. I'd catch John B giving me lingering looks or watching me and he'd smile when I caught him. Whereas, when I caught JJ he'd only glare at me like I was yesterday's trash. I didn’t understand what the problem was and why it was directed at me.

I woke up with a start, a pulse between my thighs from an intense wet dream. My mouth was dry and I could barely swallow so I crept down the hall towards the kitchen when I heard a moan that stopped me dead in my tracks, heat racing down my spine. I listened, trying to find the source but all the lights were off and I couldn't see anything. I stop outside JJ's door, the sound of skin on skin coming faster as he panted. Oh, God. He was masturbating. I go to turn away when I run into something solid. The bare chest of John B, sporting his own erection. I open my mouth to explain when he shakes his head, holding up a single finger to my lips as we listen to his friend. John B carefully puts my back against the wall, his dark eyes raking down my body with more heat than I'd ever seen. I follow his gaze, realizing I'm in just my tank top and panties, trapped in a house with two horny guys.

"John B." I barely whisper but he shakes his head again, dark hair falling in his eyes as he eats me up with his stare. I feel my nipples harden to points, poking out of my tank top as the pulsing between my thighs intensifies almost painfully. I suck in a breath as he frees his cock, fisting it hard as he presses his body against mine. His thumb tugs my panties down just enough that he presses his hot tip against my clit, forcing me to jerk up on to my toes. I stare at him with wide eyes as he starts to rub circles with his cock. My body shakes violently as JJ starts to grow louder. John B keeps his eyes down, as he watches his movements as I try to fight off the orgasm that's quickly approaching. I put my hands against his chest, digging my nails in and earning a grunt from him as I brace myself. It was too much. Listening to JJ pleasure himself on the other side of the wall, John B rocking himself against my clit with heavy breaths. My hands move up to his shoulders as he moves quicker, harder; hissing as my nails break the skin as I lift up higher on my toes. My body explodes with euphoria, wetness gushing from me as I shake untrollable while trying to remain quiet and I hear JJ cum next with a groan. Then John B spews on to the hood of my pussy, his face scrunched up in an angry snarl as he jerks his cock hard. I don't move my hands from his shoulders as he finally meets my eyes while pulling my panties back up, trapping his cum. His eyes move to my lips and he leans in, letting his lips brush over my cheek and to my ear.

"He's going to be so mad when he finds out." John B whispers, brushing my hands off and disappearing back down the hall as I fight to remain upright. Finds out what!?

The next morning I wake up to the sound of shouts and objects crashing in the other room. I frantically jump up, yanking on shorts over my clean panties and rushing into the living room. I stop dead when I see John B holding up a frying pan sporting a bloody nose while JJ stalks him like prey, circling him around the couch. Both sets of eyes land on me and JJ's lips roll back in disgust.

"I told you he'd be mad." John B wears a proud smile just as JJ lunges for him again with a growl. I step closer, spotting the scratching on John B's bare chest and shoulders. That's how JJ knew. John B was showing off his wounds.

"It was nothing. Nothing happened." I force out, unsure why I felt the need to defend myself or John B. JJ stops circling John B around the couch long enough to look at me like I was stupid.

"That doesn't look like nothing." JJ spats, pointing at John B's battle scars. "Did you fuck him?" I take a step back, offended. What was it any of his business?

"What if I did?" I counter and JJ growls, earning a laugh from John B. JJ quickly lunges for John B again as he laughs, taunting his best friend like I was a prize.

"I didn't fuck her! I didn't!" John B finally says, running towards me and using me as a shield. I freeze when his hands find my waist after dropping the pan on the table. JJ stops a few feet from us, his eyes locking on John B's hands.

"Dude, I promise. I just.. touched her a little." JJ makes a move for John B again and I step in front, blocking his path.

"What's the problem? Neither of you have made a claim on me. I'm free to do whatever I want with who I want." Has this been the issue the whole time? They both wanted me for themselves? JJ gets in my face, his breath hitting my nose as he glares down at me.

"No, you can't." He spats, looking over my head at John B. I push his chest but he doesn't do anything but glare back down at me.

"Yes I can. No one owns me, certainly not you." I shout, shoving him again. JJ snaps, grabbing me roughly and slamming my front down on the table. I squeal when a harsh slap lands across my ass. I count five before he stops, my ass on fire and my pussy dripping. What was happening to me? Did I enjoy this? I look up to see John B unmoving and unamused as he looks at us. I feel my shorts and panties get tugged to the side then JJ's fingers are circling my clit. I squirm, trying to get away but my retreat halts when his two fingers slip inside me. A moan slips free and I see John B's nostrils flare.

"I didn't have to make her." John B grinds out at JJ and I hear JJ chuckle dryly as his fingers pump inside me, bringing me right to the edge then quickly stopping. Slapping my ass again. I yelp and he releases me, turning on John B as he makes a show of cleaning me off his fingers. I braced myself on the table, legs too weak to hold up my weight.

"If you fuck her, I'll never forgive you." JJ snarls. They have another stare off before JJ turns and leaves out the front door, letting it slam behind him. I don't get time to react before John B shoves everything off the table with an angry yell, flipping it over before also disappearing outside.

That night after another painfully silent dinner, I lay in bed unable to turn my brain off. My body was buzzing and no amount of rubbing was easing the ache I felt. They both wanted me. They were fighting over me and for some reason, I liked it. I liked that I was worthy enough to be desired by two very attractive men. Even if one was much more of an asshole than the other. I craved John B's kind eyes and warm smile but I also wanted to burn under the intensity of JJ's glare. I wanted to make him mad while I did things to his best friend. I wanted him to make me do it to him instead of John B. I throw the blankets off, unable to get comfortable on this old, creaky mattress as I press my palm to my clit. A groan leaves my lips just as I hear the click of the door. I look over to see John B, his bare chest raising and falling as he watched me. He stays by the door, licking his lips as he waits for me to continue. I start to rub myself harder, fueled by the fact that he needed this too. I buck into my hand but it's not enough. I drop my hand with a defeated whimper, willing him to leave me alone in my frustration when I feel the bed dip with added weight. My eyes snap open as he shoves my legs apart and pulls my wet panties to the side. I try to grab his head but it's too late. His mouth closes around my clit and my back arches off the bed as tingles race up my spine and down to my toes. I fist his hair, rocking against his face as he starts to lick me and taste me. His tongue flicks and sucks my clit over and over again before diving lower and plunging inside me. I'm a whimpering mess, my sounds growing louder when one of his hands reach up and slaps over my mouth. He scoots closer, his eyes locked on mine as he uses his free hand to drag my closer, my feet over his shoulders. My hands grip his shoulders, my nails slicing him as I reach my peak too quickly. I cum harder than I did in the hallway, my pussy clenching around nothing as I shake uncontrollably. I flinch when he removes his mouth and starts circling my entrance with his finger.

"I heard you in here. I heard the bed creaking. I knew what you were trying to do," His finger slips inside me, "I knew what you needed." His finger curls upwards, reaching that spot that I can never get on my own that has my back bowing off the bed. "Do you know what he'd do to me if he caught me in here?" John B pumps his finger faster, shoving my legs open wider as I try to clamp them closed. I cant stop squirming and he growls, sucking my clit into his mouth. "Hold still." I feel the bed start to rock as he fingers me, thrusting in harder and harder until he grabs a pillow, pressing it to my face as I orgasm again. He yanks free of me, tossing the pillow as he moves to the door. I watch as I fight to catch my breath, seeing him drag his hands through his hair as he shakes with restraint. His body was drawn so tight, the tent in his shorts showing how painfully hard he was. I moved to the edge of the bed, reaching for him to offer some sort of relief when he fixes me with a glare.

"Don't. He said I couldn't fuck you so I won't but if you touch me.." He trails off, shaking his head as he clenches his jaw. Another moment passes and he yanks the door open, pulling it shut as he disappears down the hallway. I sink back down on my bed, feeling no less satisfied with a touch of guilt.

I tossed and turned all night long, growing more and more angry that JJ had staked his claim like I was a piece of meat. I wasn't his. I didn't belong to anyone so what was the harm in wanting both of them? We were trapped here so who would know? Who would stop us? No one would believe them anyway once we did get out of here. I'd deny it while having divulged in my deepest, darkest fantasy. Would I be okay with letting whatever this was go once we're allowed to leave? Would I be able to face them outside of this fish shack?

I turn under the hot spray from the shower, desperate to wash the lust from my skin when I hear the shower curtain yank open. I turn, expecting John B wanting his payment but I'm startled to find JJ. His blue eyes are softer but no less angry. Why was he so angry? What demons was he facing? I barely get to take in the rod between his legs when he drops to his knees, hooking one of my legs over his shoulder before I can protest and diving in. My hands fly out, bracing myself on anything I can find as he devours me like a starved man. The lust I tried to wash off blazes like an inferno and I was melting. I rock into his face, feeling him fuck me with his tongue while his nose rubs against my clit. His hands grip my ass, holding me to him as he dives in harder, like he's trying to get inside me. I try to bite back a scream as my release washes over me but he shoves two thick fingers inside me and I cry out as he hits me so deep. I feel a gush of fluid between my legs then he's pulling away, raising to his feet as I fight to make my legs hold me up.

"W-what.." He takes my towel off the curtain rod and steps out, leaving me no less dazed and confused.

I quickly get dry with a hand towel since that was all that was available since he took mine, then go into the kitchen in search of coffee once I'm dressed. I feel my wet hair soaking through my shirt but I don't care. He should've left me a towel. I can tell they arguing when I enter the room by the way their facing one another with angry expressions and hushed sentences. They stop when they see me, their eyes dropping to my chest. John B smirks and JJ scowls as I look down to take in the wet spots left by my hair, exposing me in my white tank top. Did I forget my bra?

"Go put a fucking better shirt on." JJ demands as I pour myself a cup of coffee. I take my time adding an unhealthy amount of cream and sugar before taking a sip and facing them.

"No." I say calmly and JJ pushes up out of his chair.

"That's enough, dude." John B grabs JJ's arm but JJ pushes him away, making him tip back in his chair and fall backwards. I frantically move to the other side of the island as JJ advances on me and John B curses.

"You make me waste this coffee and you'll regret it." I growl as JJ stops his movements, chest heaving like he ran a marathon. John B stomps over to where I am, glaring back at JJ.

"Cover yourself up." JJ spits out and I hide my smile, replaying the shower in my head.

"Right. Like you didn't just corner her in the shower to make sure I heard it." John B scoffs, embarrassment heating my cheeks. I narrow my eyes at JJ. So that's what this was. A game. A pissing contest.

"And I heard you sneak into her room last night." JJ shouts, slamming his hands down on the island. I swallow the lump in my throat as they glare back at each other.

"I didn't fuck her." John B says calmly and JJ shakes his head like he doesn't believe him. "If I had you'd have tasted it so you know I didn't." My eyes widen at John B's vulgar words, JJ's lips pulled back in disgust as he looks between us.

"Is this what's going to happen? You're going to sneak around with him?" JJ demands and I shake my head, sitting my mug down.

"I don't need to sneak around with him. I don't need to sneak around with either of you. If I want John B, I'll have John B. If I want JJ, I'll have JJ. You seem to miss the part where it's my decision, not yours." I shout back. JJ's eyes light up then he's charging me. I try to escape but John B catches me, turning me to face JJ as he brings me for a hard kiss. John B holds my arms behind my back while JJ dominates my mouth with his tongue. I'm sinking, my body melting into a puddle on the floor. He pulls away, casting a look to John B before taking a step back and letting his eyes drop to my still wet top for a moment.

"Choose. Make your decision." JJ snaps and I shake my head as John B's mouth finds my neck. JJ's face flares with anger but he doesn't move, staying in his spot as he watches.

"You wouldn't buy a car without test driving it first, right?" I whisper breathlessly, feeling John B smile against my skin. JJ steps forward but I throw my hand out, stopping him. "My terms."

John B’s hand cups my breast, JJ’s eyes tracking the movements with a deadly glare. I tip my head back as John B’s lips find the soft spot behind my ear.

“We have three weeks left. You can test drive me as much as you want.” He whispers, earning a nervous giggle from me.

“I don’t share.” JJ takes a deep breath, fighting to control himself as John B tugs my nipples between his fingers.

“Three weeks, man. You really want to go without her for three weeks? She’s trapped here with us. No one else can have her but me and you.” John B coaxes his friend, sliding his hand under my shirt and exposing more and more skin to JJ. I watch JJ swallow hard as he tracks the movement with his eyes.

“You know you want to, JJ. I see the way your eyes light up when I touch her.” John B removes my shirt, wrapping his warm body back around mine as his hands caress me. I lock eyes with JJ, seeing the moment he makes his decision.

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howlingday · 9 months

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The Better Luthor

I'm having trouble deciding which RWBY villain would make for a better Lex Luthor. Should it be the CEO, Jacques Schnee, or the general, James Ironwood?

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Jacques Schnee

Jacques: (Walks into his office)

Ren: (Spins around in his chair)

Jacques: (Smirks) Lie Ren, isn't it? I believe you have something that belongs to me.

Ren: Have you seen the latest polls? It's really starting to look like you'll be Atlas' next Councilman. Just like in that other world.

Jacques: (Chuckles) Well, I wouldn't bet against me.

Ren: No, that wouldn't be smart. But I want you to understand something, Mr. Schnee. You need to understand that while I despise you as a human being, what I'm about to do isn't personal.

Jacques: What are you babbling about?

Ren: In every universe, there is a constant, a pattern that cannot be broken. A is A. Apples are apples. And no matter what reality he calls home, Jacques Schnee is, was, and always will be Jacques Schnee. (Stands up) If I'm to save all of Remnant, you need to stop existing. Before you take office.

Jacques: You intend to kill me so your leader can't?

Ren: I may be a crackpot conspiracy nut, but I'm confident my team will long outlive me. (Levels Storm Flower against Jacques' head) And the Atlas Knight will stay the hero.

Jacques: Interesting theory. Unfortunately, though, it's not an option. (Punches Ren)

Ren: (Flies across the room, Hits the wall)

Jacques: (Flexes fist, Walks closer to Ren) Councilman? Foolish, insignificant huntsman. My campaign is a farce. A small part of a much grander scheme.

Ren: (Stands up, Swipes with Storm Flower)

Jacques: (Dodges, Knocks guns away, Chokes him) Councilman? (Slaps Ren twice) Do you realize how much power I'd have to give up to become Councilman? (Tosses him)

Ren: (Crashes into Jacques' desk)

Jacques: (Grabs Ren, Lifts him by his collar) That's right "conspiracy nut". I spent over seventy-five million lien on a fake political campaign. All just to piss the Atlas Knight off. (Smashes Ren into the desk)

Ren: (Groans)

Jacques: (Looms over him, Leans down) Now... About those files you stole from me...

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James Ironwood

Ironwood: No one has been more loyal to me than your father, Penny. That's why I made the decision, following his tragic loss, to give you this gift.

Penny: This... This doesn't feel like a gift, Mist- I mean, General Ironwood.

Ironwood: No, but it will save your life. That's why I strongly urge you to do it. Don't worry, though, because I promise you be as good as new.

Penny: But... I'll be metal inside.

Ironwood: Better than metal; Metal Alloy Nobium Tin Lawrencium Engineering, or MANTLE for short. Virtually indestructible.

Penny: Lawrencium... It's radioactive, isn't it?

Ironwood: And it is the source of your power. And The Knight's destruction. You want that, don't you? After what he did to your father?

Penny: (Sniffles) Mhm...

Ironwood: (Chuckles) Perfect.

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#rwby #dc #lex luthor #rwby poll #jacques schnee #james ironwood #justice league #lie ren #penny polendina #superman tas #superman the animated series #rwby polls #rwby superhero au #rwby au

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cherry-queens-blog · 3 months

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Werewolf Gyutaro

Here is part two of my fan fiction of full moon.

Warning: mentions of blood

Part one here: https://www.tumblr.com/cherry-queens-blog/740079653082021888/heres-my-werewolf-au-where-gyutaro-is-a-werewolf?source=share

FULL MOON PART 2

When tomorrow arrives, you get up early slipping on your hoodie and sweats since it was pretty cold outside. Grabbing your keys you head out, getting into your car while Gyutaro watches you from the window as you back out of the driveway and leave to go pick up the shackles and other things to lock him up with to keep him from hurting other people. You couldn't brush off the sick feeling in your stomach at the thought of what you have to do tonight all while hoping these things will be strong enough to hold him in the basement for these three nights. This situation was scary to be in since you don't have a clue how strong he really is when he turns, you only knew about how fast he was and the way he can tear into flesh like its paper but can he break through chains?. That was the real question that kept pumping into your head, setting off an adrenaline rush through your whole body, and it really didn't help that you knew nothing about werewolves, you just had to go off what you had seen in the woods that night, how aggressive and fast they can be, and from what Gyutaro said with having no control over himself when he turns just made it all so much more terrifying. Gyutaro was still looking out the window as you pulled up, watching you closely as you got out and grabbed everything out of the backseat while faintly grumbling to himself. As you walk in Gyutaro crosses his arms and looks away from the window as you shut the door and set the stuff down on the counter, picking up on your worry and sadness before letting out a slight sigh. A gloomy expression painted your face as he looks at you knowing you really didn't want to do this to him but it had to be done. Taking in a deep breath you grab the stuff and head towards the basement, hooking up everything and yanking on the chains just to make sure they were secure in the wall, while Gyutaro watches sitting on the stairs, letting out a slight growl of disapproval, not ready to be down here later in the day. Once everything seemed secure enough you grab the left over stuff and start walking towards the stairs passing Gyutaro on the way up before stopping.

"I'm sorry gyu" You muttered before leaving the basement. The sun starts to set in the sky and you were stuck doing your best to drag Gyutaro down into the basement as he whined, growled, fighting against you giving you one hell of a time getting him down there. "Gyutaro.. ngh!.. please can you... just... cooperate with me... ngh!... i know it sucks.. but please" You groaned pulling on him with all your strength you had. It took a good while to finally get him down stairs due to his fighting back and his strength outmatching yours. He didn't hit you or anything cause he does care about you, he just pulled back nearly pulling you to the ground non stop but you eventually got him down there, of course his fighting back didn't stop of course, grabbing your small hands tightly in his to make you let go of him only for you to wrap your arm around his neck and grabbing his shirt again with your other hand. It was a major workout but once you managed to get him down by making you both fall in the struggle in the basement, resulting in him landing on top of you which hurt a bit since he is bigger and weighs more then you do. You took it as an opportunity, wrapping your legs around his waist and keeping your arm firmly around his neck with a tight grip as he continued to struggle to get out of your hold on him. Grabbing the restraints as fast as you could, you manage to get the shackle around his neck, locking it around his neck as he growled non stop. Falling back while letting go of him, you gasped feeling a bit exhausted from all of that but Gyutaro didn't calm down much as he pulled on the chains trying to free himself.

"gyutaro... you said you would do this... stop struggling before you hurt yourself" You gasped out. You were tired and it was evident in your tone. Gyutaro stopped and looked at you letting out a sigh knowing he did tell you he would do this even if he did hate it entirely. "I know what I said Y/N but i still hate this shit" He growled before sitting down by you. "I know but it has to be done and you know that" You responded as the sun lowers further in the sky, getting up to leave only to look back at him. "you're not in the woods anymore and if i don't do this.... you might kill me and others" Your words had sunk in deep, hitting him hard with the thoughts rolling into his mind, these thoughts of killing you making him feel a good amount of self hatred as he watched you leave the basement. He had no intentions of hurting or even killing the one person he loved so deeply and he couldn't deny the fact that you were right, he could end up killing you and he wouldn't be able to forgive himself for it. He sat there thinking, letting your words replay over and over in his head, feeling bad that he had put you through a struggle all cause he didn't want this but your safety is what matters to him and you being away from him was the best option. The moon rises in the sky and you could hear Gyutaro starting to howl from the basement, being quite loud but you couldn't but think he probably was getting ready for his transformation and with that in mind you grab your book, shut off the lights and head towards your room to get ready for bed. Slipping into your nightgown you climb into bed turning off the lamp and pulling the blanket over yourself as Gyutaro continues to howl before letting out a yelp that turned into yelling as his transformation took hold. His teeth grew out into sharp canines, fur growing in from his flesh, his limbs elongating, as the struggle for control strings up his heart in a thread of solid rage, letting out a loud growl before going crazy, yanking at the chains.

The more he yanked against them one of the chains starts to come loose on the shackle before snapping, allowing him to be free from the restraints. You were startled in bed after hearing a loud crash coming from the basement, quickly sitting up in bed with your heart pounding rapidly in your chest. "Gyutaro?" you muttered with a shaky tone in your voice while watching the door, slowly getting up out of bed walking towards it cautiously, getting ready to open it to see what's going on only to be met with him bursting through it, pinning you down on the floor, screaming as he's snapping his teeth at you. Out of instinct you do your best to fight back against him, putting your arms up only for him to growl and latch onto your arm, biting down, teeth sinking into your flesh, screaming out in pain as tears flood your vision, blood dripping down from his painful bite. His growling soon turned to a whimpering whine, his eyes staring down at you with harsh regret like he knew what he had just done. Releasing your arm, he backs away from you while anger boils his blood, poisoning his mind with such regret and self hatred that drove him crazy, backing into a wall only to slam himself against it, busting a hole through it only to do it again, hurting his shoulder in the process as you laid there watching with wet eyes as he continued to hurt himself, losing his temper completely for hurting you. "GYUTARO STOP!" You cried out while getting up and going to him, to help sooth his emotions, to calm him, but before you could he slams himself one last time only for his head to make contact causing him whimper and drop to the ground, whining as his breathing remained heavy as you get down to him, placing your hand on his shoulder. Though your arm still hurt badly you just couldn't care enough about it right now, you were more worried about him than yourself.

Running your hand over his arm, petting him gently as he stared off, drowning in his fight for control and the fact he had just hurt you, the way he really just hurt you out of the rage that had swallowed him whole. Slow moving his eyes to look at you, seeing your face. Oh how beautiful you were to him, how much you cared for him too, and he just, caused you harm, caused you pain, took from you, he didn't deserve you, he didn't deserve anything you had done for him either, he doesn't deserve the affection your giving him, he needs to leave you so your safe from him, so he can't do more damage than he's already done. With those thoughts flooding his mind he snaps, pushing you away from him before rushing off, making his escape through the window, running off into the night.

"NO GYUTARO!!!" You jumps up running to the window, looking out only to see he was already long gone. With tears soaking your face you turn around, rushing out of the room not bothering to get dressed, just grabbing your keys and a flashlight before running out to the car and hopping inside, starting up the engine and pulling out of the driveway quickly. Putting your foot down on the gas, speeding down the road knowing exactly where he's going and you're going to find him one way or another no matter how long it takes you, your not giving up on him. Pulling up to the old camp site where you lost your friends, you shut off the car, jumping out and running into the woods following the markers you left a week ago to find that cave in hopes he will be there and you can bring him back. Coming up to the cave you couldn't help but pray he was there as you ran as fast as you could using the flashlight for light to see, running as fast as you could through the trees. "please be there god damn it" You muttered to yourself as you got closer to the entrance, out of breath, you start slowing down a bit as your lungs burned. You get to the entrance only to find nothing inside except for the cold damp walls, your heart shattering like it was glass. You look out through the entrance using what breath you could breath in to scream out for him. "GYUTARO!!!!" You screamed out as loud as you possibly could, your voice echoing through the cave and the trees, gasping heavily in pain, and cold.

Falling onto your knees, lowering your head as you cried, begging to whatever god was listening to your faint prayers that were spoken inside your head to bring him back to you, knowing he needed you more than anything. Moving over, you lean against the cold wet wall feeling tired, overwhelmed, and hurt. You rip off a piece of of your nightgown and start wrapping it around your wounded arm, before closing your eyes to drift off to sleep in the freezing cold. After a few you had heard something by the entrance that sounded like rocks falling with the sound of footsteps approaching. Your eyes slowly start to open a tiny bit when you felt a wet nose push against against your hand a bit before laying it's head in your lap and letting out a slight whine, making your eyes shoot open to see Gyutaro laying his head on you. He was still a bit hurt from earlier from slamming himself against the wall as hard as he could out of rage for hurting you. Tears started forming again as you start to pet him "please come back... please... come back gyu" You whimpered, begging him as your lip quivered, getting choked up as you spoke to him only to get no response, he just kept his head and his claws on your lap taking in deep breaths before closing his eyes. You were the only person who could tame him, be this close to him, make him feel calm and not want to lash out. Your calming presence was enough to flood out his aggression, washing it away like a tidal wave, helping him find some control within himself that he wanted and craved so badly. Though it was still dangerous for you and he knew that which is why he always ran, wanted you to stay away from him, yet he finds you here, waiting for him, wanting him to come back. He couldn't understand why you came for him, especially after the pain he's caused you, taking your friends, attacking you, why would you come back?. It was a lot for you too since your not like him, you're not someone who turns into this raging beast every full moon, losing all control over yourself, slaughtering everything that crosses your path. Little did you know, you were everything he craved, everything he wants. To feel calm, to have peace instead of rage, to have that self control you had. That's all he wants and you had it, you were his peace that could sooth that fury and madness he struggled against, you were his calmness he craved to feel for so long and now he has it, he has you to give him that.

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