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zepskies · 7 months

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

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

Hey hun!

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

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

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

Imagine: Sam crosses the line.

Goddamn witches.

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

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

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

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

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

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

"I'm fine," he says.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

But you flinch and pull away.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Like hell," Sam retorts.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"It doesn't change anything."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

All he wants to do is touch you.

To apologize, and to touch you.

He hates himself.

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

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

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

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

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

Always kind...

But never truly his to hold.

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

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

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

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6-zao-xing-9 · 5 months

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HEYYY can I have Akito and Touya separatly x reader where they could just be chillin on thee couch and like all of the sudden readers like "Hey what'd happen if we had kids one day?" and it was supposed to be a "joke" but then it turns into a whole convo. Thats my idea thank you for listening 🥰

A Talk About Our Future

Akito and Toya x fem! reader (separate)

Summary: As a joke, Y/N decides to ask her boyfriend about their future together. Little did she know that her joke was gonna lead to a whole conversation about their future.

This writing contains..... A tiny bit of fluff in Akito's part....

A/N: Hello, anon! Ty for requesting, this was fun to write <3 I honestly needed a break from doing fics with all of the boys, so im so happy you only requested two😪 but ofc its my fault i chose to do all of them xD. F/G means favorite gem not fig but the I is in italics

Aoyagi Toya:

With Y/N in my lap and a book in my hand, today was a pretty relaxing day. No arguments with my dad, no top quiz to study for, and not even practice because we all needed a day off.

“‘Her heart trembled at the thought of leaving her home behind, but with—’��

“.... Toya?”

I stop reading at the mention of my name, shifting my attention to Y/N.

“Hm? Do you need something?”

“.... I was wondering.... What... What would happen if we had kids one day?”

That last part came out with her chuckle, and I find myself slightly surprised and caught off guard with that question.

“Having children and starting a family sounds like a nice thing. That's something I've been looking forward to. Having children with you. One day.”

My expression of surprise is quickly replaced with a small smile as I speak.

“You... Really? I-I was just joking but..... I guess that doesn't sound bad...”

“Yes, really. There's no point in dating if we can't see a future together, right?”

“Uh... Yeah. I guess you're right.”

My smile remains as she talks, before a thought suddenly pops into my mind.

“Speaking of children..... How many would you like? You don't have to answer this if you're unsure or uncomfortable, of course.”

“H... How many? Um... 2? 3?”

“Hm... Those seem like reasonable numbers. Is it okay if I ask another question?”

“Mhm.”

I pause before thinking on how to phrase my sentence.

“Do you want to get married when we turn 20 or after college?”

“H-Huh? Wh-When do I want to get married?? Um...”

As she speaks, I notice that her cheeks are a faint pink, leaving me a bit confused.

“Y/N, why are your cheeks—”

“20.”

“Hm?”

I notice her pause for a second before continuing.

“I want to get married when we turn 20.

“Oh, I see.”

I stay silent for a moment, thinking.

“I don't think I've asked this before, but do you have a favorite kind of gem?”

“Huh? Gem, yeah, it's F/G..... Why?”

“F/G.... Hm? Oh, no reason.”

She turns her head around to look at me, slightly suspicious.

“You know, you're not very good at keeping secrets, Toya.”

I blink a few times before chuckling lightly.

“I suppose not.”

“..... So, are you gonna tell me your secret?”

I smile and lean down to kiss her forehead before speaking.

“That's for later.”

Shinonome Akito:

I come back into my room with a snack before taking my phone out to show my music to Y/N.

“Hey, which one did you want to listen to, again?”

I ask absentmindedly, scrolling through my playlist.

“...... What would happen if we had kids one day?”

Her words and her chuckle at the end of her sentence caught me off guard, making my cheeks go pink.

“H-Huh? Children? W-Why are you asking me that all of a sudden? I mean..... If we have them we have them. What's there to ask?”

I stutter as I look away, putting my fist in front of my mouth to regain my composure.

“Wait.... You're serious? I was just joking.”

I give her the half lid eyes and place a hand on my hip as I try to play it cool.

“Of course I'm serious. Do you think I dated you just for fun? What's the point of dating you if we don't have children one day?”

I watch Y/N blink in surprise a few times, as if she wasn't expecting that.

“Don't give me that look.”

“In that case..... How many kids do you want?”

I let out a cough at her question, my cheeks turning pink again.

“Seriously.....”

I mutter to myself, thinking.

“Actually—”

“Two.”

I mumble, embarrassed.

“.... Huh?”

“Two kids.”

“Oh.”

My heart flutters as I watch Y/N's signature smile crawl onto her face, my cheeks only getting pinker.

“So... Um.. Do you... I mean, when do you... Want to get married? I'm just curious, that's all!”

“H-Huh?? M-Married? U-Um... I don't know... When we're 20?”

“Alright, sounds good to me.”

I say nonchalantly, my composure regained.

“.... Really?”

“... Uh yeah? Did you expect me to want to wait longer or something?”

I question, curious as to why she seems surprised.

“Mm.. Nothing...”

“Is that pink I see on your cheeks?”

I tease, my eyes drawn to her cheeks.

“You're one to talk.”

“Shut up.”

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deedala · 5 months

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🎇 Happy New Year Friends!! 🎇

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

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

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

Name: Deanna 🌱

Location: oHIo🌽

Astrological Sign: Scorpio 🦂

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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anjaelle · 1 year

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The Girlfriend Experience

Pairing: Frank Castle x Black! OFC (Cori)

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

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

Word Count: 3.3K

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

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

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

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

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

Then Frank Castle showed up.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"You're fucking with me."

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

"What's it really short for?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Water's good."

"Is tap alright?"

"Do I seem like the Perrier type?"

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

He guffawed.

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

"No."

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

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

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

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

"You think Imma liar?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Closer..."

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

"A little closer," Frank coaxed.

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

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

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

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

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

"It's not gonna work, Frank."

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

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

"Yes."

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

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

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

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

"Shut up."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

"Are you?"

"Maybe."

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

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

She swallowed hard, shaking her head.

"Use your words." He demanded.

"No, baby."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#frank castle x reader #frank castle x ofc #frank castle #jon bernthal #jon bernthal x reader #jaelle writes

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kingusukaras · 9 months

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

read more because i might ramble a bit 💆🏾‍♀️

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#king's meta #twisted wonderland #twst leona #leona kingscholar #disney twisted wonderland #every new translation post gives me so much more to mull over i love it #thank you yuurei

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mishapocalyse · 1 year

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

Three in a Row and You Can Get The Girl

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

Pairings: Soldier Boy x Reader

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

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

Also...I can do what I want.

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

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

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

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

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

Hopefully.

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

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

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Soldier Boy huffed, pinching the bridge of his nose.

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

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

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

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

Then his eyes landed on you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

He chuckled along with you.

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#soldier boy #soldier boy the boys #jensen ackles #jensen ackled #askmishapoc #answered #the boys #the boys soldier boy #the boys season 3 #homelander #mishapocalypse

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meatballlady · 2 months

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The Hidden Prophecy Hypothesis

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

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

Here's my proposition:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Cue season 2.

Open questions this could provide answers for:

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Why I like this idea (so far):

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

(the additional angst potential for the final fifteen)

It is easy to explain to an audience

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

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

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

Maggie

The flashbacks

The 25 Lazarii miracle

The Halo

What Crowley was doing in Heaven

The discontinuities

#gos2 #good omens spoilers #good omens #gos3 #aziraphale #crowley #good omens theory #good omens meta #oops I pressed post instead of edit #oh well #it's mostly put together #you get the gist

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#Anonymous #replies tag #jjba #dio brando #Nisioisin read a book on Freud and then looked around for a character to bastardize to tell a tired Freudian story about #and then picked a man who lived both before and after the Freud Era to write about

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keii-starz · 2 months

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

Do you have freckles?

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

What was the last song you listened to?

Do you sleep on your back, stomach or side?

Do you sleep with a stuffed animal?

Do you prefer drawing or writing?

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

What’s your favorite band/artist?

When is your birthday?

How tall are you?

What color are your eyes?

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

Fears?

What’s your favorite color?

What’s your favorite season?

Want any tattoos? What of?

Want any piercings? Where?

Who is the last person you texted?

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

What/who do you miss?

How was your day today?

How much sleep did you get last night?

Do you believe in aliens?

When was the last time you cried? Why?

What’s your favorite decade?

What are some seemingly childish things you like?

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

How are you, really?

Does it take you a long time to make decisions?

What are you looking forward to in the near future?

What are you looking forward to in the distant future?

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

Do you sleep with your door open or closed?

What’s your favorite flower?

Do you currently have a squish?

Do you like your middle name?

Do you prefer dogs or cats?

Do you have any phobias?

Do you stay up late?

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

What’s your favorite cartoon?

Tag 5 of your favorite blogs

Do you have siblings? How many?

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

Is there anyone you would die for?

What do you need when you’re sad?

Have you memorized your phone number?

Who’s someone you can trust with your life?

What does your last text say?

Wild Card. Any question, ask away.

1. I wish (no) 😔

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

3. DAYDREAM by HIGHLIGHT!!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

9. february 11!

14. sage green!!

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

39. all the time 😊

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

#keianswersasks!❥ ҉#cas <3 🦈#I was going to answer it in the morning but I got caught up with a lot of things so im answering this at night 😔

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non-un-topo · 1 month

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13 Books Tag Game

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

1) The last book I read:

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

2) A book I recommend:

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

3) A book that I couldn’t put down:

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

4) A book I’ve read twice (or more):

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

5) A book on my TBR:

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

6) A book I’ve put down:

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

7) A book on my wish list:

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

8) A favorite book from childhood:

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

9) A book you would give to a friend:

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

10) A book of poetry or lyrics that you own

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

11) A nonfiction book you own:

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

12) What are you currently reading:

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

13) What are you planning on reading next?

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

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

#i can't remember which of y'all read a lot forgive me #this was really fun and made me want to read. i though i barely knew any books but i kept coming up with multiple answers

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The Quiet Chaos - Chapter 3

Pairing: Billy Knight (Lethal White/Strike) x OFC

Summary: After a bad breakup throws her carefully-planned life into disarray, Esme has sworn off dating forever. However, when she forms an unexpected connection with a young man named Billy, who's dealing with his own struggles, Esme is forced to face the truth: sometimes you can't plan for love.

Warnings: mental health issues, angst, slow-burn, developing relationship, dysfunctional family, some violence (non-graphic), some smut

Chapter warnings: more stalkerish/manipulative ex

Chapter word count: 4.3k

Chapter 1 - Chapter 2

Chapter 3 - "T'aint what a horse looks like. It is what a horse be"

After the night Esme blocked Neil on her phone, Billy became more relaxed around her. Esme wasn't sure if it was simply because he had gotten used to her, or because he had seen her cry and therefore had softened towards her, but he started talking to her more openly, telling her more about himself, and even mentioning his childhood a little, though still not much about his family. One night, he came in as usual and found her with her nose buried in A Hat Full of Sky.

"What are you reading?" he asked.

"It's that book I told you about, with the White Horse—" Esme said, then remembered. "Sorry."

"No, 's alright, you don't have to—I don't mind talking about the Horse," Billy said. He added, rather stiffly, "My therapist told me I should talk about these things more. So I won't be so afraid of them." Esme noticed his fingers twitching slightly, but he didn't lift them to his nose and chest. "D'you know it grants wishes, the Horse? If you stand on the eye, turn three times, and make a wish, it'll come true."

"I haven't heard that," Esme said, happy that he seemed to be in a chatty mood. "Did you ever go up there to make a wish, when you were a kid?"

"Yeah," he said, his voice muted, his eyes elsewhere again. "I wished I were dead, so I could be with my mum."

Esme's heart pinched. She didn't know what to say. What could you say to something like that? Then Billy seemed to rally, pulled himself back to reality, and the cloud lifted. "'s funny, that Horse," he continued. "Didn't look like a horse. More like a dragon. It's on Dragon Hill too. I've always wondered, why'd they call it a horse?"

"'T'aint what a horse looked like. It is what a horse be,'" quoted Esme. Billy glanced at her quizzically. She tapped the book.

"You like those books a lot, don't you?" he asked.

Heat rose to Esme's cheeks. "Well, when your parents named you after one of the major characters, there are only two choices: either you end up hating the books with the fire of a thousand suns, or you love them," she said ruefully. "And I couldn't hate them! They're really good."

Billy looked at the book with a wistful eye. "I don't read much. Wish I could, but I can't concentrate."

Sympathy surged inside Esme. Reading was such an integral part of her life that she couldn't imagine what it would be like if she couldn't read. "Would you like me to read to you?" she asked. "I often read these to my brother and sisters, when they were younger."

Billy seemed taken aback, and Esme realized she was being too forward. "I'm sorry," she said quickly. "I don't know why I offered. I don't know how you feel about fantasy, and it's not the first book either, so it may be difficult to follow, but if you want—and you're not doing anything else—" She was rambling again. She had made it a point not to talk about her hobby with any of her co-workers or her exes, afraid they would laugh at her for it, a woman nearing thirty still obsessed with a series of fantasy novels. But somehow, with Billy, her enthusiasm kept slipping out. Perhaps it was because she felt certain he wouldn't judge her.

"I'm not doing anything," Billy said. "And I've never read any fantasy, so I don't know. We could certainly give it a try."

"Really?"

"Yeah, why not?"

That was certainly a much more eager response than she got from Neil, who had given her a mocking laugh when she tried to get him to read them. In hindsight, she should've seen that as the gigantic red flag it truly was. Fuck Neil, she thought darkly and picked up the book.

She read him the entire first chapter that night. Occasionally, she would lift her head from the book and watch Billy, who was sitting cross-legged on the floor, one hand absently scratching the puppies behind their ears, the other cradling his chin, his head tilted to one side. He seemed to be enjoying himself, and more than that, he was taking in the story—he laughed at the right places, asked all the right questions, and when she got to the quote about the Horse, his lips quirked up in a knowing grin.

What was it about Billy, she wondered, that made her so comfortable around him? He was clearly troubled, even if his trouble, whatever it was, only showed through in brief glimpses, like the whirlpools in an otherwise tranquil brook. But that didn't bother her. If anything, it made him a lot less intimidating than the confident, alpha male type that often approached her, drawn by her meekness. And the animals like him, not just the dogs, but the other pets that stayed at the clinic too. And he liked them. That was always a big indication of a good person.

Suddenly she realized she was considering him romantically, and sternly told herself to stop. He might not be interested. More importantly, she didn't want a relationship, not now, not ever, not again. Not when she was still smarting from her breakup with Neil. And certainly, not with a strange man struggling with things she didn't know and didn't understand, no matter how good he was with animals or how cute he was. He was cute though, in a rumpled, just-woken-up kind of way...

Her voice trailed off as she became lost in her thoughts, and Billy looked up. Esme quickly returned her attention to the book and fumbled to find her place again. She sneaked another look at Billy. His eyes were still on her, but rather than concentrating on her reading, he appeared to be looking at her, with a soft gaze that sent a blush to her cheeks. As their eyes met, he blushed as well, and looked away.

It was only when one of the puppies yawned loudly that Esme remembered how late it was. She finished the chapter and reluctantly put the book down. "If you like it, maybe you could try the audiobook version," she said, as Billy was leaving.

"Yeah," he replied. "But I think I prefer it when you read to me." Then he blushed again and ducked out of the door. Esme watched him disappear into the night, while trying hard to ignore the fluttery feeling in her chest.

***

There was one thing she could no longer ignore, though, and that was the matter of Angua and her puppies. Angua's leg had mostly healed, the puppies had started their weaning, and now Peter was getting on Esme's back again about how this was not a rescue center and how she must find a foster home for them. She kept trying to put it off, but she knew it couldn't be forever. She didn't want to admit that she'd gotten attached to them. Perhaps she could adopt one... She had always resisted the urge to get a pet. She told herself she interacted with them enough at work, and her pet might get jealous if she came home smelling of other animals, but the truth was that she was afraid of ending up as one of those old ladies with a house full of cats and dogs. That wasn't how her life was supposed to turn out. She was supposed to get married back in June, and honeymoon in Barbados, and settle into a house somewhere in West London. It was a basic and boring future, yes, but it was also safe and secure. But seven months ago, an accidental scroll through Neil's phone had brought that careful, perfect plan crashing down. She was only thankful that she'd discovered his infidelity before she put down any deposit for the wedding.

That didn't change the fact that becoming a crazy cat (or dog) lady was now a distinct possibility in her future...

But it's just one puppy! And they all need a good home!

Yeah, it always starts with just one, and then, before you know it, you're knitting a sweater out of dog hair...

Finally, unable to delay the inevitable any longer, she made a call to her friend Priya, who ran the local rescue center. Priya didn't sound very keen at first. "A mum and five pups?" she said hesitantly. "And the mum has a broken leg, you say?"

"Almost healed. I could keep them here until she's fully healed." That meant she got to keep them for another week, at least.

"I'd love to help, but we're pretty full up at the moment..."

"Please, Priya. It won't be long. They'll find homes in no time, I'm sure."

"Have you tried other centers? I can recommend one."

"Not that I don't trust your recommendation, but I'd be much happier knowing they're in your hands," Esme said, resorting to flattery. When Priya still hummed and hawed, Esme gritted her teeth and brought out her trump card. "If you take them, I'll get my mum to sign the latest Emerald book for Anjali." Anjali was Priya's little daughter.

As predicted, Priya jumped at that. "Oh, can you? She'll be thrilled to bits!"

"Of course." Esme hated using her mum's works as bribes, but needs must. Besides, Mum always sent Esme a box of her books (pre-signed, of course) anyway, so it was no trouble at all. Priya just didn't need to know that.

"Well, I guess we could make room for them. Hey, maybe your mum could write a book about this. Emerald Saves the Puppies! If she does, do you reckon she could put me in—"

"Gotta go. Cheers, Priya." Esme hung up, not wanting to hear the rest of Priya's prattle about book ideas. Why do people always do that? Don't they know that writers hate other people giving them ideas? Except for Mum. She'd love that. But Esme's days of giving her mum ideas for her books were over, a long time ago.

Her mind returned to more pressing matters—the dogs and how she was going to bear the parting from them.

She also wondered how she was going to tell Billy.

When the time finally came for Angua and her pups to leave the clinic, Esme made sure to sign up for the night shift. She waited until Billy arrived and asked for his help to remove Angua's cast and take one last X-ray, to make sure everything was healed. There was no need to sedate Angua, but the dog was always calmer in Billy's presence. Esme moved slowly, cutting away at the cast and pulling it down with more care than usual. Billy, keeping a close watch, made a fretful sound upon seeing the withered leg, but Esme assured him it was fine. "After all, she hasn't used that leg in six weeks," she said. "She'll be back on it in no time."

Stop stalling. Just tell him!

Esme took a breath, but before she could say anything, Billy turned to her. "Do you mind if we do some reading tonight?" he said. "I got the audiobook like you said, but you explain things while you read, and I can't do that with the audiobook."

It was the opening she needed. "Actually, maybe we could spend more time with the dogs tonight," she said. "They're going to the rescue center tomorrow."

His face fell, and for a moment, he looked so distressed that Esme almost reached out to give him a hug. "Don't worry, I'll make sure you could visit them at the center too," she said. "At least until they're adopted."

He turned away, fiddling with his hands, and turned to her again, with that soft, almost imploring look back in his eyes. "But..." he mumbled. Then he said in a rush, "But then I won't have any reason to visit you."

His voice was quiet, but it still hit Esme like a ton of bricks. It was not just because he had expressed an interest in her. It was also because she realized she felt the same way. Suddenly it became clear why she tried to keep the dogs around for as long as she could. Why she volunteered for most of the night shifts in the last month. Why she brought extra food to work. Why she kept her copy of A Hat Full of Sky at the clinic, in case he wanted her to read to him again. Why she took her time removing the cast.

She tried to remind herself that she didn't want this, that any relationship right now would just be rebound, that it wouldn't be fair to Billy, but all of her resolve disappeared when she was facing those big, brown, puppy-dog eyes. Maybe she could give it another try. Maybe they could take it slow. Or maybe it didn't have to be anything more than just the two of them spending time together, without taking it any further. That would be nice too.

"We can still see each other, you know," she said, her voice coming out more breathless than she'd expected. "I volunteer as a dog walker at the rescue center on weekends. You can join me. That way you can see both the pups and—and—me."

Billy's face broke into a smile, slowly, uncertainly, but this time, it remained, instead of flitting away like a frightened animal. "I'd like that," he said.

"Great! Why don't you give me your number, then I could text you the detail?"

When Billy pulled out his brick of a phone, Esme couldn't stifle a laugh. "I don't know people still use these!"

"It's simpler. I only need it for calling and texting," he said. "And it can't be traced," he added. Esme made no comment on that, but as she put her own number into his phone, she wondered, with a slight prickling sensation in her belly and a whisper of concern at the back of her mind, what she was getting herself into. But he was still smiling at her, a timid, amazed smile as if he couldn't quite believe his luck, showing the dimples she'd never seen before, and she felt that flutter in her heart again, drowning out her worry.

***

And so Esme told herself that they were not really dating, but not not dating either. Certainly their outings could hardly be called dates, not romantic ones at least. There was nothing romantic about being pulled along the curb by a dozen of rambunctious dogs or getting splashed by water and soap while bathing them. If they decided to get a takeaway afterward, it was usually with the other volunteers as well. In fact, their nights at the clinic were more intimate, as far as such things could be judged.

At least Billy didn't seem to mind. He happily went along with whatever Esme suggested, even if it was just dog walking and a Chinese after. When she asked if he wanted to do something else, he shrugged and said it was fine. She wondered if she was coming off too overbearing. That had always been a problem with Neil. Whenever she asked him to do things a certain way, Neil would tell her to stop being so bossy. He would tease her about it at first. Don't tell me what to do, I'm not one of your younger siblings. Then he'd started complaining. Christ, Esme, would it kill you to let me do things my way for once? And finally it had become accusing. Stop trying to make me into something I'm not! You're suffocating me! That's why I have to get out! That had been the end of their relationship.

But this isn't a relationship, remember? Just two people, having fun together. And Billy did seem to have fun. He remained a little shy, especially around the other volunteers, but every time they saw each other, he seemed to smile more and move with more ease, and that, in turn, eased her as well.

The puppies didn't stay at the rescue center for long. Just a few weeks after Esme dropped them off, they were put up for adoption and quickly went to their forever homes. Angua, on the other hand, remained. Esme had hoped that someone may want to adopt both mum and puppy as well, but it seemed there was none. So when Priya told her the last puppy had been picked up, Esme knew the little mum must be terribly lonely. She sent Billy a text.

Angua's last puppy left today. Wanna go cheer her up?

They met outside the rescue center that evening. It was Billy's day off from Asda, and there was still some sawdust in his hair and on his face when he showed up. Without thinking, Esme reached up and brushed it off, then drew her hand back, her face pink. Though Billy was looking slightly surprised but not displeased by her touch, Esme reminded herself that they were not-dating. They hadn't done anything that people on dates usually did, not holding hands, and certainly not kissing. She mustn't presume. "Sorry," she mumbled.

"No, 's alright," he said. That apology-reassurance exchange was becoming something of a refrain between them.

They found poor Angua lying in her kennel with her nose between her paws. She gave a little wag of her tail upon seeing them, but otherwise seemed uninterested in any treat or toy they offered. Even when they opened the kennel, she refused to move, her eyes fixed on the door, watching, waiting for her babies. In the end, they sat down on either side of the kennel, just keeping her company.

"Why don't you adopt her?" Billy asked.

Esme hesitated. "I work too much," she said lamely.

"You can bring her to work with you," he pointed out. "She knows the clinic already. It'll be like coming home to her."

How could she explain her fear to him? Oh, that poor girl, dumped by her fiancé, so she has to get a dog to fill the void in her life...

"Why didn't anyone want her?" Billy asked. "There's nothing wrong with her."

"Sometimes it's just bad luck," Esme replied. But even as she said it, she started to feel a strange affinity with the lonely, unwanted little dog. Angua had so much love to give, yet nobody knew it except for herself and Billy. It was up to them to give her a chance.

"You know what?" Esme said, turning to Billy with determination. "You're absolutely right." And if people felt sorry for her for living alone with a dog, so what? Who cares what other people think? It's an outdated, misogynistic notion anyway.

It took no time at all for Esme to complete the paperwork. Priya all but handed Angua to her right then and there. It was hard to say who was more excited, Esme, Billy, or Angua, as they walked out of the rescue center, Esme holding on to Angua's leash with one hand and finding Billy's hand with the other. "Thank you," she said, giving his hand a squeeze.

"For what?" he asked, confused.

"For talking me into it." And, surprised at herself, she kissed him softly on the cheek.

***

Esme had to work that night, so Billy accompanied her and Angua back to the clinic. "Poor thing. She probably thinks she's going to see her babies," Esme said remorsefully, when Angua's tail started helicoptering at the sight of the familiar building. "Sometimes I wish we could talk to animals, to explain things to them."

However, as they neared the clinic, Angua dropped her tail and a low growl started in the back of her throat. Esme leaned down to her. "What is it, girl?"

"Esme."

She looked up. A man had just stepped out from the pool of shadow next to the front entrance. Her heart missed a beat, then started pounding wildly when he walked into the light and she recognized him. Neil.

She tossed Angua's leash to Billy and strode forward. "What the hell are you doing here?!" she shouted, not caring who might hear.

"You wouldn't return my text. I really want to talk to you."

"How did you even know I'm working tonight?"

"Dianne told me."

Fucking Dianne. Next time I see her, I'll give her a few choice words about sticking her nose into other people's business...

"I have nothing to say to you," she said, trying to go past him. He blocked her way.

"Please, Esme, just five minutes. I haven't slept, I haven't eaten... I can't rest until we talk." She noticed that his hair was not as perfectly coifed as usual, and his jaws, often clean-shaven, were covered by a smattering of stubble. She coldly wondered if he rumpled himself up on purpose before coming here, as a ploy to get her sympathy.

"No, Neil. Not five minutes, not five seconds. We're done."

She pushed past him again. He tried to grab her arm, and she shoved him out of the way. Billy and Angua arrived at her side—she had almost forgotten that they were there. Angua was getting agitated now, her lips curled back to bare her teeth at Neil. "Let her go," Billy said. Esme couldn't see his face, but there was a sharp edge to his voice she hadn't heard before.

"Who the fuck is this?" Neil asked. "What are you doing with him?" He tried to put on a brave front but still stepped back warily.

"None of your business." She wasn't going to let Neil harass Billy as well. Billy took a step forward, but Esme held him back. Neil was not worth getting into trouble over.

Neil's eyes flicked between the two of them, to Esme's hand grasping Billy's tightly, then his nose wrinkled in distaste.

"You're going out with him?" he sneered. "Christ, you've lowered your standards."

Esme wanted to scream at him that he had no say in who she was going out with, but the mockery on his face angered her so much that she couldn't speak for a moment. It was the same look he had when she brought home a new book (How many books do you need?!) or a vintage dress (Why don't you buy something more modern?) or some cute knick-knack she found at a flea market (That looks like something in a nursing home!) She'd be damned if she let him get away with it this time.

"Yeah, I'm going out with him," she said. "And if you're anything to judge by, my standards have actually gone up. Now leave. If I ever see or hear from you again, I'm calling the police."

Neil opened his mouth, looking foolish, and shut it again. With one last glare at Billy, he skulked away. They heard the sound of a car door being slammed, and then Neil's flashy convertible roared down the road.

"You OK?" Billy asked.

Esme realized she was shaking, not from fear, but from anger. She must not let Neil affect her like that again. She tried to smile at Billy. "I'm fine."

"Was he your "

"My ex. Ex-fiancé, actually. The one that called me that night, remember?"

"The cheating bastard?"

She laughed. "Yeah."

Billy looked down the street, where Neil's taillights had disappeared. "Do you want me to stay with you?"

Her heart melted at that. "Thank you, but no. I'll be alright. Neil was a prick, but he's a cowardly prick. He won't come back. And if he does, Angua will defend me, won't you?" She picked the dog up and hugged her to her chest.

Billy nodded and turned to go, but he hesitated and turned back again. "About what you said to him..."

"What did I say?" She was so angry she could hardly remember.

"You said that you're... that we're... going out," he mumbled, avoiding her eyes. "Did you really mean that?"

"Oh." A flush crept over her face. She'd said it mostly to get back at Neil, but she would be lying if she said she hadn't been wondering about that in the past few weeks. She just wasn't sure what Billy thought. "I mean, we are, kind of, right? I know you've never really asked me out or—or—vice versa, and we haven't had an actual date or anything, but we've been hanging out for a while now, and..." Her voice gave out as she realized she didn't know what to say. This was the problem with getting into relationships. She never knew when to do what. Sometimes it felt like she'd missed a universal class on flirting and dating. It was all so terribly embarrassing.

"Please, go on with what you were going to say," he told her.

What was she going to say? Why didn't he just say it and help her out? But Billy was looking at her, his eyes wide with anticipation, and as usual, her composure evaporated in front of his gaze.

"Will you go out with me?" she breathed out.

And there was that smile again—that tentative smile that broke out on his face, slow like a winter sunrise, but also like the sun, it lingered and gave warmth to everything. "Yes," he said simply.

There was an awkward pause as they just stood there, not knowing what to do next. Should she kiss him? No, that would be too much for her in the span of one night. So she just smiled shyly back at him and ducked into the clinic. Then, remembering, she said over her shoulder, "I'll call you," before rushing inside.

Chapter 4

Taglist: @quinnypixie, @accidentalslag, @etherealglimmer

#billy knight #billy knight strike #cb strike #billy knight fic #billy knight x ofc #joseph quinn #joseph quinn fic #joseph quinn character

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