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Can You Keep A Little Secret? 2
Dreamworks films have no right having such good soundtracks. The whole time I wrote this I listened to this and this. The second one isn't a Dreamworks song, but Scary Bitches is such a good band and I want more people to know about them tbh. The first song also is not about me, as I am neither big nor chunky, but hey, who doesn't love someone who is big and chunky? I'm sure everyone can relate to that song as either the person singing or the person being sung to. Dividers made by @/cafekitsune.
Similarly to the last part, this fic is aimed at sort of anyone, but the reader's physical body has afab features. It's not really mentioned in this chapter, but it will come into serious play later.
TW for: lots of confusion, semi-shy reader, MORE creep behavior, a lot of introspection in this chapter, one (1) weird middle-aged man, reincarnation. These warnings will get worse, and this takes place when all characters are 18+.
Part 1 here!
Monday comes with the regular stress. You slept like a newborn and your new mom came over to congratulate you. She’s sweet, but her excitement was not contagious. If anything, it just stressed you out more. At least she made dinner when she came over. Always excellent when you don’t have to do that on your own.
On Sunday, you make a night of getting ready for your doom tomorrow. Your agent sent you an email on Friday, including the shot location.
Monday morning, you call up your new father, who apparently wakes up every morning at four to relax before he has to be productive, and he sends over Devin and a car to take you to the set. Devin, as it turns out, is an elderly man with cataracts and your father’s trusted chauffeur. You aren’t convinced as he takes turns way too hard, your cupcake-shaped backpack sliding on the back seat. When he drops you off, he hands you a hard candy and wishes you a good day before he takes off speeding. The candy looks like it’s older than you. You slip it in your pocket.
You imagine you’re lucky, since when you walk up to the tents, you don’t see Epel. You’re not ready for the rollercoaster of emotions he inspires in you. Instead is a group of three people around your age- college kids- and a grouchy-looking middle-aged man. You take a nervous seat on one of the nearby stools.
You were certain you’d been silent, but as soon as you’re settled, the whole groups’ heads snap to stare at you. A woman with ocean-green hair walks over and holds out her hand.
“My name isn’t important right now, ohmygod it’s so nice to meet you!” She squeals, shaking the everloving fuck out of your arm, “Oh, who am I kidding? My name is Belle!”
“Uh… nice to meet you, Belle?” You say, smiling awkwardly.
“Ahhh! You’re not mean at all! Those tabloids don’t know what they’re talking about. Who believes that greasy, gossipy shlock anyway, huh?” She talks a mile a minute.
Another woman with dark hair walks over, smiling somewhat awkwardly, “Belle, you’re scaring the poor thing. I’m Argon. Yes, like the gas. No, I don’t have IBS.”
You’re not sure why she decided to clarify that, but it’s not your problem. The third person and the middle-aged man stroll over.
“I’m Starlo. You’ll be in these meaty paws today.” The middle aged man says. It’s not a pleasant introduction, and if anything, it makes you want to turn tail and run.
You nod along regardless, and the other man jabs out his hand, “Pepper.”
“It’s nice to meet all of you.” You say politely.
Belle drags you out of the stool and towards a trailer, the only one on the lot. She shoves you in and you feel the want to leave grow stronger.
She’s so bubbly. She talks fast and she talks with her hands, “This is you and Epel’s dressing room! I know it’s not ideal, so that’s why it’s got a divider. He’s a gentleman anyway, so it doesn’t matter, I’m sure. Starlo will be in shortly to do some makeup tests, and then once Epel gets here, we’ll go over the script and the visions we have, and then that’s all for today. I’m so excited to work with you guys. Oh! That’s right! We were gonna go to that traditional Scalding Sands place after we’re done here. I don’t have your contacts, but if you wanted to come along, that would be amazing. You seem so sweet.”
You’re legitimately unsure how to respond to any of that. She also seems very sweet, and you really don’t want to get stuck in a coffee shop with Epel afterwards. Unfortunately, as she was speaking, the devil himself showed up. You didn’t notice him at first, but you felt your skin crawl when he did. He's got his silky lavender hair pulled off of his shoulders in a little tail at the nape of his neck. You open your mouth to say that you’d love to get shawarma with this motley crew, but he beats you to it.
His pretty blue eyes never leave yours, “Oh, you’re just a peach for offering, but we’ve already got plans.”
Belle spins around to face him, screams, and swoons. You manage to stumble forward and catch her, and Epel’s smile drops as he slinks across the room, spins one of the crappy foldable chairs around, and plops himself into it, elegantly resting his ankle on his knee. For all of two minutes, he just stares at you as you lay Belle down, stuffing some fabrics under her feet, and fanning her face.
When Belle comes to, his smile is back. She jumps to her feet and begins fawning over him, shaking his hand just as excitedly.
“Hi! I’m Belle! Oh, my god, you’re even prettier in person, and ooh, you smell so nice too.”
Epel laughs, but it doesn’t hit your ears right. Belle eats it up and you glance at the door. She’s got him distracted. It would be so easy just to leave, to feign an illness and walk to the nearest cornerstore so you could call a taxi or a rideshare.
You’re not lucky, though, as Starlo strolls in just as you’re about to go for the door, “Belle, what the hell are you doing? Argon and Pepper are waiting for you.”
She literally squeaks like a mouse and waves a quick goodbye. Starlo grabs you by the arm and deposits you in the other foldable metal chair, clearing his throat repeatedly as he pulls over a stool and drags out an industrial size makeup kit.
The first makeup that he swatches both tingles and is way too light a color for your skin tone. You blink rapidly, unsure if you should say anything.
“You gonna get the same thing you always do?” Epel asks.
“What?” You turn your head to look at him.
He’s wearing a patient expression, but like always, it feels artificial. “From that bagel place.”
“Uh… I-I’m sorry?”
“I know you didn’t forget. I’m taking you to brunch after all this.”
“Uh… haha, yeah.” You don’t know what you always get from the bagel place.
Starlo daubs something else on your arm. It’s cold, but it looks really pretty on your skin.
The “you” that everyone has been expecting sounds like an outspoken, opinionated person who was consistently late or absent from various responsibilities, and if your new mom is anything to go by, neglecting their own health. You almost wish you had a bit more to go off so you could start acting like this you, but you’re not too keen on speaking your mind with people you don’t know. Your entire life has been hit with a cosmic “reset from most recent save” button, and if you dare to mention it to anyone, you’re in for a whole new set of problems.
Whatever Starlo just put on your arm burns. You yelp and jerk away, and he grabs your wrist. You think it’s instinctive, but his grip is nothing to sneeze at.
“What’s the matter?” Starlo asks.
“I- You’re crushing my wrist.” You mumble, “And I don’t know what that last one was, but it burned.”
“It burned?” He pulls out a bottle of the wrong shade of foundation and looks at it, “Huh. No wonder. Damn thing is expired.”
“Why are you even using that one?” Epel asks. Although his tone sounds innocent, the question is outright confrontational, “It’s way too dark.”
“Are you the makeup artist here, son?” Starlo shoots back.
“I usually do my own makeup. I know it’s not the same, but anyone with eyes can see that you’re going about your business the wrong way.”
You keep your lips sealed. What are you even supposed to say here? Other than that last product, he’s been fine. His hand on your wrist feels crushingly uncomfortable, of course, but he’s not doing any of this on purpose. You skimmed the script, but you’re not really sure what the story is about. It’s all of your jobs to try to make it come together, and if that means that you’re going to be wearing a foundation two shades too dark for you, then perhaps that’s what art is. As you were thinking, Starlo let go of your wrist in favor of getting in Epel’s face.
“-no two-bit, fucking stuck up little prick like you is gonna tell me how to do my damn job. You understand?”
Epel is smiling sweetly even as the older man’s spittle is spraying him in the face. He stands up, and Starlo steps back, as though expecting Epel to start swinging. Instead, he walks over to you, grabs your hand ever so delicately. The contact makes your skin crawl as he yanks you to your feet.
“You should apologize before the two of us walk off set right now.” He said, still smiling.
You can’t just walk off set. You don’t think you can, at least. Your agent was so excited for the positive PR this would create, and this is genuinely not a big deal, “Wait-”
Starlo’s eyes narrow, and it hits you that maybe he sees what you see when you look at Epel. A two-faced creature masquerading as a man. You’ve seen one of his sides clearly, but you’re certain you haven’t seen all of the other one, even when he called you on Thursday. It’s like seeing someone standing at the end of a hallway with their back to you: the sight is enough to give you chills, but you aren’t able to see the knife that the person is holding in front of them. That sort of thing. You’re aware of the danger, but can’t comprehend the depth of it.
Despite all, Starlo acquiesces, showing his palms and shaking his head, “Yeah, I’m sorry. Doctor says I gotta work on my temper.”
“You do.” Epel responds flatly, releasing your hand and reclaiming his seat.
The rest of the test is short. Starlo is pretty competent, and he makes it quick and sweet.
That seems to be the theme for the rest of the day. Starlo remains in the trailer to dispose of a few expired things and note down what you had reactions to, while you and Epel meet up with Belle, Argon, and Pepper to talk about the short film.
It’s going to be a story of lovers, unfortunately, but you get to play the part of the dead one. The story goes that your and Epel’s characters came out here to camp, but you froze to death in the night. Epel returns to the campsite every year in your memory, and you return from the land of the dead in his. On the night shown in the film, you finally bump into each other, and through the emotional reunion, you spend one final night camping together.
Epel smiles and nods along with what the three film students say, all too eager to whisk you away as soon as the first shooting date is scheduled and you have an extra copy of the script in your sweaty hands.
He drags you towards a very cute little compact car in candy apple red and opens the door for you. You don’t want to get in, but you also don’t want to call Devin. You take a seat and he closes the door. As you’re buckling up, he gets in the driver and starts the car, just sitting there for a second before he buckles and backs out of the lot, his arm on the back of your seat.
You look out the window and Epel grunts, his voice no longer sweet and charming and fake, “What the hell’s wrong with you?”
You turn your head sharply, “What?”
He sighs, drumming his fingers on the wheel as he blinks. You wonder if he’ll leave it at that until later, and then he says, “You’ve been acting real weird. You been talking to someone?”
“What are you talking about?”
He narrows his eyes in a glance at you, and then he swerves the car in a wrong turn. “I think you know. People don’t change overnight. Where were you that week no one could get ahold of you?”
“I was… in my apartment?”
He doesn’t say anything for a moment. You’re in the city by now, the sun reflecting off of the skyscrapers’ windows in an aggressive manner, “And over the course of that week you decided you didn’t like being a bitch no more?”
“I don’t-”
“Every time I saw you, for years, it was the same thing.” He turns again, going in a circle around the block, “Same shit. Every day. Making fun of my upbringing, like I didn’t know you barely had one, calling me everything out of my name, and now suddenly you’re…”
His voice trails off. You contemplate throwing the door on your side open and jumping out of the car. You absolutely do not need this. You’re already stressed out.
“Well… suppose I shouldn’t complain. I do like you better this way.” He mutters. “But way back when, when you pulled shit like this, it was because you were plotting something. That your game now? You-”
“I… I’m sorry for being so mean to you in the past.” You’re not apologizing for anything you did, but you’re grasping aimlessly trying to de-escalate this one-sided conversation. He’s driving. If you don’t do something, he could decide to swerve off the road and kill you both, “There was no reason for it.”
He’s silent for a moment, and then he says, “That… means a lot. I already forgave you. Told myself I wouldn’t quit trying to be friends. Guess it paid off, huh? I’m sorry for getting angry when we talked, Thursday before last.”
You don’t like that at all. It sort of feels like he’s not saying everything, like you should know what he’s talking about. You don’t. You weren’t living in this body Thursday before last. You nod and look out the window, “Uh… I appreciate it.”
You don’t actually care, but you’re a good actor. You’ve already decided that you’re going to just go along with Epel’s brunch and then you’re going to pretend he doesn’t exist outside of work. Frankly you’re unsure why the person who used to live in this body had his number or interacted with him for years, evidently.
Epel parks and you have a minor crisis as you try to figure out what you typically get from this bagel shop. It doesn’t matter anyway, since he orders you a large caramel iced coffee and a blueberry bagel with cream cheese. That’s such a basic order, but it’s simple enough to be good. You sit quietly and eat, not interested in making conversation.
Epel clears his throat. He’s quiet, but he’s talking in that schooled version of his voice again, “You ever hear back from that breeder?”
“Uh… the what?” You narrow your eyes.
Epel is leaning on his hand, a sweet little smile on his lips as he looks at you. Seven, you want him to look away, “The sphynx cats. You said you sent them an email a while ago during that meeting we had with Mirelle after our big public argument.”
“Oh. I haven’t checked.” You didn’t know you should have. You take a sip of the iced coffee and look out the window.
Epel hums and a stranger walks over, grinning, “Oh my goodness! It’s actually you! Can I have your autograph, Mr. Felmier?”
“Oh, just Epel is fine. Sure!” He’s all smiles as he interacts with the fan, but as soon as they’re gone, his face falls and he nudges your hand, “C’mon, I’ll walk you home.”
“O-oh, no, that’s alright-”
“You want to make another big scene?”
You force a smile and grab your iced coffee, following after Epel. He nudges your hand with his own, but you pull your hand away, covering it up with adjusting your clothes and holding your nearly empty coffee cup with both hands. Your hands are slick with more than just condensation.
You’re all too aware of your surroundings, especially the way that he somehow knows the key code to the door of your apartment building to get you in without a fob. You pause in the lobby.
“Thanks so much for walking me back, Epel. See you tomorrow.” You smile and turn to walk towards the stairs.
Epel grabs the back of your shirt and tugs you back a bit. You stumble against him and he frowns at you.
His expression should tug at your heartstrings, and yet… “You’re not gonna invite me up?”
This poses a dilemma. There are a few people watching this interaction. You can’t afford to make any type of scene, but you absolutely do not want to be alone with him. While you don’t know him well, your body does. Something also tells you that he’s a bit of a danger to be around in general. Call it a gut instinct.
“Uh… Well, maybe you could walk me to my door?” You have no intention of letting him in your apartment.
His eyes narrow ever so slightly, but he smiles regardless, and loops his hand through your sweaty one, strolling confidently towards the stairs.
About as soon as he lets go of your hand to ascend the stairs, you bolt up the stairs, your palms slapping against the dirty concrete to keep you from bashing your face. You’re glad you didn’t wear pumps today as you get to the third floor, careening down the hallway and fumbling your keys as you shakily unlock the door. You lock it behind you, slumping to the floor.
Tomorrow is gonna suck absolute ass for you.
#twisted wonderland#tw: dark content#disney twst#tw: dark themes#tw: yandere#yandere#twst#anon answered#yandere epel x reader#epel felmier#twst epel#twisted wonderland epel#yandere epel felmier#epel felmier x reader#tw reincarnation#tw confusion#tw creepy#reincarnation
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hello hi my beloved, I come bearing a jay thought (bcs man's I'm my mind 24/7 are we even surprised) okay so one of miss Swift's sings that I associate jongseong with is cruel summer bcs yes. it fits. and it got me thinking abt a summer fling with a stranger u meet abroad on holiday (yes it's jongseong) and u don't share personal info abt each other except name and ages and the entire summer if filled with flirting and teasing and hooking up and spending so much time with each other forming an attachment and ur last night tgt is very romantic and very passionate and tearful and leaving each other is very difficult but ofc u guys have ur own lives to live and so a heartfelt and painful goodbye, knowing it's better not to exchange numbers or socials bcs long distance never works.
maybe u get back to ur life back at home (studies or job or wtv) and maybe u get to hear that a sumn will be joining new and maybe he's ur senior or boss or a TA or sumn like that and maybe he's standing Infront of u and anyone as introductions are being made and maybe u too look at each other with wide eyes and a multitude of emotions and thoughts going thru u now...
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this is so? ohmygod i want this as a fic.
but yes, fucking jay when he’s a stranger and he fucks you better than anyone you’ve ever been with before, he would leave you breathless each time, his thick cock in your pussy, his dirty talk and his mouth on your tits, he does it all and in the ways you want him to.
after going back, you’d feel empty and when you do try to meet other guys, you realize that they don’t satisfy you like jay does, until he meets you again and everything goes wrong in the rightest way.
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Just finished reading 'Baile con mi ex' and ohmygod- Javier has me so down bad for him.
I really loved your Javier. I love how inexperienced he is when it comes to relationships, being a bit possessive (which I think he would be) and just how fast he jumped into conclusions. My boy never felt true love for someone, he only knows how to love pussy- so it makes a lot of sense for him to be trigger so easily.
I loved this angst with Javi. When I read "He definitely fucked up" I was already thinking he cheated on her (bad on me, i gotta trust him JWJS) or something i literally scream "malparido" so loud. I thought my sis was gonna walk on me freaking out at my phone 😓 and then it came the emotional part, his point of view, I melted so fast. My soft spot for emotional grumpy men was consuming my heart, just like reader i forgave him, no futher questions. That man has my whole heart, he can do whatever he wants 🤠💗
I love it so much, your Javi definitely won my heart tonight 💗💗
Okay, enough of me vomiting my feelings about your great fic. I hope you have a good night/day, you made my night with this fic, now I can sleep giggling about Javi 😌💗
Btw I loved the song! I need to get back to listening to Becky, i swear her music keeps getting better and better-
AH isn’t it such a good song?! And I LOVE the message behind it although now it kind of stings when I listen to after what Becky’s POS boyfriend/fiancé (hopefully now EX because from what I saw she hasn’t been wearing her ring) did to her 💔 she’s a queen and deserves the world
I MEAN LOOK AT HER 🥵
okay sorry moving on
I’m so glad you looked my Javi because PHEW that is one intimidating man to try to write!
loved this angst with Javi. When I read "He definitely fucked up" I was already thinking he cheated on her
tbh I ALMOST went that route and this fic was not going to have a happy ending and then I was like you know what let’s save that amount of angst for a rainy day lmao
thank you so much for reading bb! 🩷🫶🏼
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Not a request, it’s just another one of those “I’m telling you about this because I’m obsessed with this idea and my only other option is to scream it into the void or write it myself”.
Romulan let’s the mute human woman (born this way, trauma, etc) touch his hand so that she can communicate freely or so he can act as her voice when she is frustrated with others in the room that don’t know sign or if a thought/idea is too complex to sign easily. They become so used to this they are practically glued to each other and constantly touching hands not really thinking twice about it. He had no idea human women could be so damn snarky and cunning - not having had much experience around them - but is very pleased. She’s highly amused by his arrogance and surprising softness that he has accidentally let slip through his thoughts. When it’s time to go their separate ways, they both feel as though that would almost be like cutting off a limb they are so used to one another. They’ve become extensions of the other. Guess she’s gonna have to be a Romulan citizen now? 🥺😭
In my brain this is in a Jem hadar prison camp and they are the ones who mutilated her so she couldn’t speak. She’s bitter and frustrated with how she can’t communicate, so he offers her his help.
This is so Letant tbh - can you imagine him going all politician at a party on Romulus or something and leading his now wife around by his elbow, touching her hand. They’d be silently gossiping and reveling in their own private jokes while keeping straight faces in front of the other Senators. (Sorta kinda like one of your Vorik fics at the luau)
Ugh just a screaming, crying, throwing up. Seriously tho - I love your writing so much. You’re such an inspo - keep up the amazing work ❤️
sorry not sorry for the brainworm,
Toebeans
OHMYGOD, OKAY. Okay, I'm finally forcing myself to post this. I've read it an unreasonable amount of times and it's been in my brain since I received it last night. Thank you for the really sweet words, btw! I’m glad you enjoy my writing, friend! ❤️
*shifty eyes* @horta-in-charge! You need to see this and suffer with me, okay? Okay! 😇
This got so long omg. I had A Lot Of Thoughts.
This whole idea makes me fucking feral! Going off of the concept that the Jem’Hadar were the ones who made it so she can’t talk leaves so much space for so many emotions! Like, she gets tossed in the cell Letant is in, and he’s there to witness her realization that she no longer has the ability to talk and her first few struggles to make her thoughts known.
At first, he helps translate for her because seeing her struggle is an annoyance...and in a way that he doesn’t want to admit, seeing her in pain/crying makes him want to bundle her up in his arms. He wants to make that feeling stop, and he thinks it’s just empathy, so he starts doing the touch telepathy translating thing.
But the feelings don’t stop (obviously). They get stronger and stronger until he finds himself smiling more despite their captivity and protecting her despite the danger to himself until “oh no, I love her.” Then the moment comes when they’re free/heading back to the wormhole (or some close Starbase depending on where the camp is) and they realize that their state of existence in a nearly inseparable pair is imminently at risk of being completely destroyed. As you said, at that point he’s a part of her and she’s a part of him. And they can both tell when the other realizes, because they’re both scared - it’s not her first time being terrified, but it is the first time since the Jem’Hadar took her ability to speak that she’s been this scared; it’s definitely his first time being anything close to this frightened of losing someone, and all semblance of arrogance is just completely gone. Because he can’t lose her. And she can’t lose him.
He just doesn’t let go of her the entire trip to the wormhole/starbase, cuddling her close and trying to figure out what to do while she sleeps - should he stay in Federation territory with her? Or did his responsibility as a member of the Romulan Senate render that impossible? If it did, would she go with him?
When her hand touches his face, he realizes that oh fuck, she was awake for that whole thought process. How much did she hear?? And he’s suddenly hit with the terrifying thought that she would think him ridiculous for wanting to be with her. After all, he was only translating for her. And she was human - he was so much older than her.
But then she kisses him and holds his hand like she always does when he translates for her. Just one request filters through: “Take me home with you.”
When he does, it’s as his wife, and he’s So Proud of her. They absolutely have the little gossip sessions telepathically at every social function, and if anyone says anything rude about her being human or mute or whatever, they face the Wrath™ of a Very Protective Romulan Senator.
Screeching and throwing things and sobbing and–
#deepspacedukat asks#toebeans-mcgee#ISTFG THIS BROKE ME IN SOME INCOMPREHENSIBLE WAY#WHAT HAVE YOU DONE TO ME??
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Wait am I just misremembering things or did Lily Sunder and Cas really barely interact in the ep where they resurrect Jack? Because it's like. Here's a man who helped in the murder of your daughter and now he's begging you to help bring back his son. LIKE. HELLO. That's super fucking compelling. I think it should have been Cas who made the "you know how it feels to lose a child; please don't make us lose him too" plea instead of Dean. I think the impact of that scene would be better (and also more convincing given. You know. Dean wanting to kill Jack for a good chunk of their intial relations lol).
The scene could go many ways. You can have an angry Lily, who rubs it in hard, the irony of their situation. How unfair it is that Cas has the chance to do what Lily failed to accomplish for decades.
You can have a more sympathetic Lily, who looks at the face of this worn and weary angel and sees someone completely different from the merciless soldier she met a long time ago.
You can have different combinations of these and more. I wish there were more fics exploring the dynamic between Lily and Cas. (If you have fic recs, PLEASE send them here.)
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One of the most annoying responses I see when discussing S9 Dean's toxic moments is "oh that's just the Mark which means dean is absolved of all moral responsibility for his actions" which is. Huh?????? That's such a boring and stupid response and it's kinda on par with the way some folks excuse everything that late-seasons Dean does by saying "oh that's just Chuck manipulating him, which means he totally can't be blamed for the things he did" which is also soooooooo.
Like. Okay. On the one hand I kinda get the impulse to go straight to a Doylist explanation and blame the writers for writing Dean in such egregious ways (because it's TRUE) but like. Personally I tend to find that boring after a while. This is my weaker argument.
My stronger argument is that by refusing to grapple with the events of canon by transferring the blame to some other external force (blaming the Mark/Chuck for the Watsonian, blaming the writers for the Doylist), the characters aren't really given justice
What I mean by this is that it leaves the characters in an awkward stalemate.
On Dean's part: "If there's a force external to me that I can blame (e.g. the Mark, Chuck) then I don't really need to grapple with the things I've done." This is harmful not just to himself but to the people around him, particularly his loved ones who are typically the ones affected by his actions.
This type of thinking actually hinders the characters' ability to properly deal with the events and possibly make amends. They have no mechanism for moving on other than sucking it up and brushing things under the rug.
Take, for example, Cas' internality in the face of all of these things that Dean did. It's natural for Cas to feel negative emotions in response to All Of That (e.g. anger, sadness, resentment, fear, etc). However, if it's true that Dean really isn't to blame for all of That, then Cas' emotions have nowhere to go. "Dean has tried to murder my son multiple times and I have plenty of Feelings about this but actually it's not his fault because he's been manipulated by God so now I just have to suck up all these emotions." LIKE. That is totally NOT healthy for your psyche, angel or not.
The characters end up not being capable of grappling with the consequences of things because agency and moral responsibility keeps being shifted into these external forces.
91 notes - Posted February 1, 2022
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I know that post-canon baby jack fics are usually written for fluff but EYE personally think they should be used for evil more often. I want a non-god, toddler jack who doesn't remember much of the very traumatic first three years of his life but still has some glaring triggers. Like. For example, toddler jack is EXTREMELY claustrophobic. Every time they enter a small and enclosed space, he immediately cries and starts clinging on dean and going "I'M SORRY I'M SORRY PLEASE DON'T LOCK ME UP" and both sam and dean feel their guts turning, knowing that they did that to jack. The only small and enclosed space that jack tolerates is the impala. Anyways. Society if more post-canon fics grappled with what sam and dean did to jack before giving us a "happily ever after".
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Hey folks welcome to another evil and fucked up fic concept from yours truly:
S13. Okay. Dean is still fucked up with grief, and the combination of fear, anger, and resentment he feels towards Jack is certainly not a good mix. Still, he prefers these latter emotions because at least they're actionable emotions. You can run away or fight that which you fear or resent, but what do you do to the rotting void of grief?
All these negative emotions eventually spiral into some form of paranoia, a constant stream of "What if he turns evil? What if he takes even more from me?" Over and over in his head.
Now. What if. While they're searching the bunker for resources to help them deal with Jack, Dean accidentally stumbles upon something in their storage: a metal crown and a set of spikes. A contraption that Crowley left behind—Naomi's tools.
In fear of Jack turning evil, Dean picks up Naomi's lobotomy contraptions so he can program Jack to "not be evil."
When Dean straps down Jack into the chair, he gives the kid his very first smile. "Don't worry, kid. I'll make sure you'll never lose your path."
When Cas is finally resurrected again, everything's fine and cool and happy. And then Jack goes "Oh yeah I have weekly tuning sessions with Dean." And Cas asks. What "tuning sessions." And he watches in horror as Jack puts on the crown that Naomi uses for the lobotomies.
Cas confronts Dean about this. They fight. Cas was about to leave with Jack. Dean panics; he orders Jack to hold Cas down and prevent him from escaping.
With Jack's help, Dean tearfully straps Cas down to the chair and puts the crown on him. "I'm sorry, Cas. But I can't lose you again."
Everything is fine and cool and normal. If Sam notices some odd behavior here and there, he tries not to think too hard about it. Besides, this is the first time that they had been this happy and peaceful for a length of time, why ruin it?
Eventually, however, Sam can't ignore things any longer. His suspicions eventually lead him into finding out what Dean's been doing this entire time.
Sam confronts Dean about it. They fight. When Sam was about to take Jack and Cas away from there, Dean utters a trigger word and makes Sam fall under his control.
It turns out that this isn't the first time that Sam found out what's happening, and that Dean has been repeatedly rewriting his memories this entire time.
At first, Dean just asked Jack to erase Sam's memories. This plan doesn't work long term because Sam either just rediscovers what happens or regains his memories. Dean then ordered Jack to gradually and discreetly feed Sam some grace and transform him into as close as an angel as possible so that the Naomi's tools would work on him as well.
This bit is from jay @casnation , thanks for this: Sam repeatedly wakes up and tries to get Cas and Jack out of there but they’re programmed to take him to Dean if he does this. Like, he could totally escape if he didn’t try to save them every time.
There will be a point where the brainwashing gets so severe that they basically lose their personalities in a way that even Dean cannot ignore anymore. And so he "reprograms their personalities back" based on Dean's perceptions of them.
Crucially there will also be a point where Dean realizes just how bad he's fucked up (ideally in conjunction with the realization that he's living with three husks with zero personality), but he's trapped himself into a corner. Because he KNOWS that the moment he undoes the programming, they would all run the fuck away from that bunker and leave him alone. And he would rather reprogram them ad infinitum rather than face the consequences of what he did.
Another incredible quote from jay: "Pygmalion carving himself not just a lover but a family."
More stuff below the cut (specifically how Mary reacts to All of This when she returns from the Apocalypse World):
Dean does NOT have the guts to lobotomize his own mother. He can stomach doing it to Sam and Cas because he's already pretty good at ignoring their autonomy. Which means that Dean has to employ more subtle methods of hiding things from Mary.
He can order Cas to reaasure Mary that "everything is fine." He can also order Jack to distract Mary by bonding with her.
Here's another bit courtesy of jay: "Mary notices something is up with Sam first and Dean just says “How would you know? I’ve know him his whole life, he’s fine, you’ve only been back a year!"
Another jay bit: "no thoughts just mary looking up and realizing the bunker is a clockwork recreation of her fantasy of married life with john with cas as her role. and she has no idea what to do"
I have no idea how to end this. We can go with the more horrific route where Mary never discovers what's truly going on and so they're all just trapped there, Pygmalion and the family he carved.
The other option is that Mary finds out. This has two potential outcomes: (1) Mary convinces Dean to undo the programming. They all run the fuck out of there and leave Dean alone to face what he did. Or, (2) In a desperate attempt to keep his family together, Dean orders Jack and Cas to hold Mary down and make her forget what she discovered. The story ends with Dean, tears in his eyes, putting metal spikes in his mother's skull.
(Also. I want y'all to know that there are more fucked up parts to this but those shall remain in the dark corners of our discord chats lol)
124 notes - Posted March 8, 2022
My #1 post of 2022
Hypothetical destiel pairings that are sooooooo important to me:
- stanford era dean and s15 divorce arc cas
Imagine Cas seeing a version of the love of his life that doesn't carry the amount of baggage he currently has. A version of his love that has not yet pointed a gun to his son.
- s4 cas and s13 widower arc dean
Imagine Dean seeing this version of Cas. He's so young! And he still haven't died a single death for you just yet. You look at this angel and think: you haven't fallen in all the ways that matter just yet.
- endverse cas and s15 divorce arc dean
Imagine Dean experiencing a whiplash when endverse Cas confronts him and says "in the worst ways, you're a lot similar to my Dean. Sometimes I think you're even worse."
- faith dean and emmanuel cas
You're dying. You're dying and your dad won't even answer the phone but here comes this man, this faith healer who looks you in the eye and says "you're not a machine, Dean." Who looks at you and sees someone worth saving, someone who you can barely see.
- post-rapture cas and mark of cain dean
"I serve Heaven, I don't serve Man. And I certainly don't serve you." Imagine a post-lobotomy Cas seeing his charge at his very lowest and seeing what he's told confirmed by his very eyes. That the Righteous Man is not who he thinks he is.
- s3 dean and post-swan song cas
You're going to hell. You're going to hell and you can't stop it but here comes this angel who has fallen for you, who rebelled against heaven for you. And you can't stop thinking whether or not you were born with this rot, with the curse to poison everything you touch. But the angel says "I would fall again a million times if it means I get to protect you from perdition."
125 notes - Posted January 27, 2022
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Daisira and Scarian (god i hope i got that right?) for the ship ask game 👀
Clair I love you SO much 💜💜💜 (and YES you got that right!!)
Ok SO
Daisira: SHIP IT
What made me ship it: big scary murder werewolf has one (1) person she is weak and will bend for, what the fuck is NOT to ship
Ok but fr I saw most of the daisira ship on Tumblr as I was getting into tma more and before I really got to the end of S3 and it just looked kinda cool, I think what really made me take off with it is that I just fell head over heels for daisy herself and went 'oh no I can also put blorbo in Situations with Feelings attached' and well it was all downhill from there
But since then I have thought more about them and I do really find daisira interesting as a duo, they're fun to pick apart in how they connect and what connects them and how much they know about each other and interact and why and what they're willing to reveal to the other and how much of their relationship can be inferred from really very limited interactions with each other in the podcast itself vs what they say to other characters
They're fun! They're interesting!! I also like comparing their relationship with their relationships with the other characters too - like how daisy perceives basiras attention and approval vs how she interacts with jon, and how basira's relationship with Melanie and Martin differs to her relationship to daisy and so on.
That also answers the question about what are my favourite things about it (aside from the fact that they make for good smut scenarios lol) so;
Is there an unpopular opinion you have on your ship?
I seen to be in the minority of people who hc daisy as taller than 5 feet sjdjsjajaj so that's probably it??
I mean I also hc daisy as transfemme which various parts of the fandom seem to disagree with a lot but. I do what I want and I'm not hcing her as that because she's aggressive and brutal like come on I know better than that jesus christ
Anyway! Onwards
Scarian: SHIP IT
what made me ship it: 3rd life. Not much else to say djsjja
What's my favourite thing about it: oh man, they're just Not Normal about each other no matter what you do - grians always dancing around scar like a pigeon on cocaine and whether it's in exasperation or excitement it's always just absolutely nuts to watch
And scar is just also not normal, I mean he's not normal in most scenarios and about most of his hermit friends but there's something about how he interacts with grian, either in hermitcraft or the life series, and they're just. God.
They just love each other a lot and it's so obvious how they're such great friends and how much they do love each other and I'm talking about irl interactions mostly but in lots of fic and art and au stuff they're just kind of insane to look at and the fact that they are so Not Normal in irl interactions they make for such interesting dynamics to play with in au stuff, it's FUN. God I love them so much
Is there an unpopular opinion I have about my ship?
Don't fucking get me started ohmygod - there's so much angst already and I actually don't mind that, angst is so good when done well and to their credit, most angsty fics I've read do a great job of balancing it with appropriate levels of fluff and emotional care and healing between them
It's just. There's part of the fandom. That. Idk. Babies both of them??? In the sense of 'grian can do no wrong' which sometimes also goes in hand with 'scar is a victim and unable to stand up for himself' (which is also especially egregious when the actual Minecraft youtuber is physically disabled and has been for almost his entire life like. Just say you think physically disabled people need to be infantalised) and it's just like. Shut up.
What I love about scarian is that they're BOTH terrible and complex and weird and yeah they have bad traumas (depending on what mcyt lore you choose to engage with for them both) that certainly can exist as explanations for their behaviours and attitudes but personally I find it more fun if they're also just Like That and just fucking weird about each other and kind of fucked up??
Ajdhjajaja that post that's like 'gay sex would make this situation worse but we should give it a shot anyway' AND that post that's like 'things that would be deeply unhealthy for any other ship but given its these two its Actually the best case scenario' like THESE TWO ARE JUST SO FUCKED AND WEIRD AND INSANE ABOUT EACH OTHER LETS LEAN INTO THAT and stop infantalising scar while we're at it and also stop making him just take shit from grian because he doesn't and he shouldn't and it makes me personally offended when I see people making scar just take shit from grian in fic and art and stuff
Anyway! There's my thoughts, thank you for asking ^^
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masquerade ch.11
thank god i had the foresight to write this entire fic in advance now i can just post at irregular intervals
Souma had never been one for speeches—although his improvised addresses had been pretty good in his opinion—but his best man toast for Takumi Aldini was definitely his magnum opus.
Under normal circumstances he would’ve referenced it in every vivacious conversation he had with anyone that night, but his… uh, date… had had to cancel last minute and effectively sent him on a solo venture to the bar.
So when Marina Vesca pulled up a stool next to him and requested a tequila sunrise from the bartender, Souma had never felt more grateful in his entire life.
“The fuck are you doing by yourself?” she asked.
Well, he stood corrected. “Why’re you here?”
“I got invited, Sherlock. Now stop deflecting.”
“I think you were wrong, Marina.”
“I seriously doubt that, but let’s assume I was. How so?” Marina propped her chin on her hand and regarded the chef with a mordant look.
“You remember back when we were opening Origin, you said Erina couldn’t keep up the masquerade forever? I think her facade is going to last longer than my time on this Earth.”
Marina said with a straight face, “You’re fucking stupid.”
Souma frowned. “Don’t know how to break this to you, but I’m really not in the emotional state to receive that kind of compliment.”
“First of all, that wasn’t a compliment. Second of all, soulmateship and horribly packed schedules are independent events.”
“What the hell is soulmateship? You just made that up right now.”
“What’re you gonna do if I did make it up? Why don’t you quit your moaning and actually do something? My intuition says she wanted to show tonight but some incompetent fuck of a politician held her back and made it impossible.”
Souma sighed. “Whatever happened to love being—”
“Why is it that I’ve never had a legitimate conversation with Erina in my entire life and yet I can see exactly how she feels about you when you can’t?”
“I don’t know. Maybe because you’re a journalist?”
“You’re in denial, Souma. Are you afraid she’s going to break your heart again? I think you’d rather be broken now by getting ghosted than take a chance and love her for real.”
“Heart’s already broken,” Souma deadpanned.
“I know, but she’s the only one that can fix that. You need to give her a chance.”
“Was all this not enough?”
It was just then that a certain blonde chef decided to make her appearance at the reception. She was wearing slightly wrinkled business suit with the top button of her blouse undone and her cheeks were flushed — it was pretty obvious she’d gotten here in a complete rush without even changing.
And at the exact moment that the iconic lilac gaze met Souma’s, the journalist swore the light returned to his eyes and his vision tunneled.
“I gotta bolt to Kronberg. I swear to god, Souma, the next time we meet, you will be with Erina or I will drop out of Northwestern and join the fucking MMA. Am I clear?”
Souma grinned. “I’d pay to see that.”
“You’re deflecting again,” she warned him.
His smile widened as Erina waved subtly at him. “Yeah. You’re clear. Have a safe flight, Marina.”
“Now to business,” she said, grabbing him by his lapels and generally chucking him in Erina’s direction. “Go get her, dumbass.”
7 years post grad
“Give me one plausible reason why you absolutely cannot be the new dean of Totsuki.”
Akira slammed his head down on his desk. “I can name at least ten, Kurokiba.”
“Shoot.”
“I finished grad school last year—”
“That is irrelevant.”
“There are plenty of other compet—”
“Gramps tried to get Erina to be dean when she was a second year. Dismissed.”
“I’m busy with Hab—”
“I’m CEO of NTG. Dismissed.”
“Also, I have to plan a—”
“YOU’RE PROPOSING? HOLY FUCK HAYAMA WHY DIDN’T YOU TELL ME!?”
Akira sighed as he heard vague crashing noises on the other end of the line, followed by a “Hayama-kun’s proposing to Hishoko!? OHMYGOD I NEED TO TEXT ERINA!”
“Wait, Kurokiba, tell your crazy wife not to publicize. I want to surprise Hisako. Actually, after today we’re all going to have to call her Doctor Arato.”
“Even you? Damn. Hang on.”
Fifteen seconds later, the silver haired chef turned CEO asked tentatively, “Uh, Kurokiba?”
“Yeah, don’t worry. We’ll keep our mouths shut. But! The thing is, I already told Chef Doujima that you’d agreed to be the new Totsuki dean, so he retired. He’s getting married with Riko Eibisawa in a few months. You’re invited to the wedding, by the way.”
“I hate you, Kurokiba.”
“I mean, if you’re gonna be in Tokyo, you might as well run Totsuki.” Then Ryo’s voice hushed considerably, and he said in a whisper, “It’s better than having Alice as dean, right?”
Akira blanched. “True. I’ll catch up with you later.”
“Alright. I’ll facetime you when I feel like it.”
Well, there was no arguing with Kurokiba Ryo.
Akira called the newly minted Doctor Arato to tell her the news.
“Alice just told me Kurokiba installed you as the new dean of Totsuki. Is that true?” she asked before he got a single word out.
The world was going to leave him behind if he wasn’t careful. “Yeah. You’re okay with that, right?”
“Of course I am. But I hope you focus on taking care of yourself more than the school. And Habui for the matter.”
“Anything for you,” Akira replied, and knew it was true. “When are you coming to Japan? I’ll send a jet.”
“It’s okay. I’m flying out to Illinois to check up on Innlausn and then I’ll probably stay a night or so at Yukihira’s place. He has some interview thing in Chicago this week and we haven’t caught up in a while.”
Akira sighed. It’d be another three days until he saw her—and he’d been getting so excited.
But then he remembered that if all things went according to plan, by the end of the month he’d be secure with the knowledge that he’d be able to spend the rest of his life with her. Not for the first time, Akira understood just how blessed he was. The velvet box sitting in his desk drawer was proof.
Arato Hisako had changed his life; now it was his turn.
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love alarm au (nick x reader)
ok so i was watching this kdrama on netflix called love alarm (i think it was based off a webtoon? i could be wrong ahaha i don’t research anything) and i really liked the idea of it so i wanted to write a jlp fic about it lol.
basically, there’s this app called love alarm. if someone within a 10 m radius (i think that’s how big it was… oh well) has romantic feelings for you, and they also have the app, they’ll “ring” you. and vice versa, obviously. i’m changing one key rule; the ringing will only work if both parties have the app opened.
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cw: femreader. nbjo.
everyone was buzzing about a new app. something called love alarm? you were confused by the whole thing.
”hey! jo!” you yelled to your friend. “do you know what everyone’s talking about?”
”yeah!” jo held up their phone, they were downloading the app. “it tells you if anyone around you has feelings for you! and it tells other people when you have feelings for them. but like, it doesn’t say any names, which is kinda weird, but that’s part of the fun, i guess.”
you gulped. “uh do you know if you can change the settings to not notify other people.”
jo opened the app. “it’s called ringing, apparently, and no.” they glanced over the settings, only finding an option for the volume of ringing.
you looked at their screen. “aww no one likes you.” their phone had a big zero in the middle of the display. “wait no. romantically, no one in a, uh 10 meter radius? that’s specific, whatever, has romantic feelings for you. i obviously like, you, platonically, i mean, i’m your friend! i’m rambling, so i’m gonna stop now.”
jo laughed, but seemed disappointed with their number. “you should download it.”
”uh maybe.” you noticed your other friend walking over, eyes glued to her phone. “frankie!”
frankie’s eyes glance up to see you, then they darted around the crowded hallway.
”hey! jo, y/n, look at this!” she held up her phone, open to love alarm.
”someone here likes you!” you yelled excitedly. “ohmygod i wonder who it is!”
jo looked down at their phone, still at zero.
”i have no idea…” frankie said, but in a way that made it sound like she knew exactly who it was.
the number suddenly jumped up to two, and she looked around again.
”do you have it downloaded yet?” frankie asked.
”i’m not sure if i want to…”
”it’ll be fun, c’mon!” frankie urged.
”well… okay.” you opened up the app store, and started downloading. on the shitty school wifi, it was bound to take forever.
frankie’s brother, nick walked up to her.
”don’t tell me someone has rang yours yet.” frankie groaned.
”no, not yet.” he said, sadly.
”welcome to the club.” said jo. nick and jo high fived.
”look, don’t let this distract from school. you’ve still got classes to go to!” he lectured the three of you.
”okay, mom.” frankie rolled her eyes.
you glanced down at your phone. 50% downloaded, and 2 minutes ‘til first period. “shit! thanks for mentioning it, nick! i gotta go!” you started running to the opposite side of the school. “love y’all, bye!”
you got to your first period, out of breath, just in time to not be counted tardy. your teacher was really liberal with handing out tardies, even a second after the bell rang… good luck.
you checked your phone again, sliding into your seat. 87% downloaded. and a text from frankie! it was a screenshot of her love alarm, still at two, and a message saying “damn i thought u loved me :’(“
you sent back a cowboy emoji.
”phones up, class! it’s pop quiz time!” exclaimed the dictator, i mean your teacher.
a few periods later was lunch. you and frankie had the same lunch period. you were bummed that jo had an earlier lunch, but they were hanging out with nick, and his friend bella, so they were fine.
”show me your phone!” frankie yelled.
you placed it, face up, on the table. “chill out, woman. no one’s rung it yet, anyway.” you had been obsessively checking since second period. nothing. “any updates on the two from earlier?”
”well, when i went to fourth period, it finally went back down to zero, but then back up to one, so would that be three? or is one of them just, like circling around me?” frankie handed you her phone, currently at zero.
”wait, when did the first go to one?”
”when i went to first period.” frankie said nonchalantly.
”how the fuck are you not freaking out right now? i would be hounding these two, potentially three, people down!”
”well, if they really want me to know, they would tell me. until then, i will enjoy the ego boost that the ringing has given me.”
”that’s so responsible. i’m suspicious.” you said.
”i know! i am responsible! also, i’ve only been opening the app in crowded places.”
”are you okay? this doesn’t sound like the frankie i know.”
you were going to question your friend more, but your love alarm suddenly went off.
1 person within 10 m has feelings for you.
you whipped your head around, frantically. “who could it be?”
”y/n, it’s back down to zero.” frankie updated.
”so, like, they just walked in and out of the circle, right?” you cursed the crowded lunchroom, that you were in the center of.
”probably.” frankie took a sip of water. “oh! did you hear about jamie and alyssa?”
”no, what happened?”
”alyssa wanted jamie to ring her love alarm, but he couldn’t! and then he rang violet’s!”
”what? how do they know?”
”alyssa made jamie walk in and out of violet’s circle, and it rang every time he stepped into it.”
”they broke up, right?” you asked.
”obviously. but violet doesn’t have feelings for jamie, so they’re not together either.”
”this app is going to ruin so many lives.” you muttered.
”well, it was bound to happen eventually.” frankie shrugged.
you met up with frankie and jo, just after school ended. well, more like they met up with you. you had gone right up the bell with your test, and when you got out of the class, your friends were standing right there. both on their phones, open to love alarm.
jo stared distastefully at the zero, and frankie stared apathetically at the one.
you opened the app, but before it could load, nick ran over, startling you.
”frankie, look.” he held out his phone. it had a one on it.
”i’m kicking you out of the club.” jo said darkly.
”any ideas who it is?” asked frankie.
you slipped your phone into your back pocket, without looking at love alarm. you knew exactly who rang nick’s love alarm. you just didn’t want to know if he rang yours back.
your crush on nick had started back in freshman year, when you started hanging out with frankie. you would occasionally hang out at her house, and sometimes nick was around. and you just found nick so unbelievably attractive.
you couldn’t believe it when, in your sophmore year, you and nick had the same seventh period. he sat behind you in class, and was always making jokes. he even offered to drive you home from school. granted, frankie was also in the car, but it still seemed kinda romantic to you.
and you had fallen in love with him along the way.
but this year, you had no classes together. and yeah, you sent memes to each other pretty frequently, but you didn’t talk, really. you still had feelings for him, but you thought that if there was any chance that he did too, it had gone away.
you didn’t want to be disappointed, so you didn’t check your love alarm.
”y/n, has anyone rung yours yet?” asked nick. but maybe not…
”uh, no. i mean, yeah. briefly at lunch, but i might not be remembering that correctly.”
”can we stop talking about this shit? it’s fucking stupid. and who’s to say it’s in any way accurate?” jo spat.
”it’s alright, jo. not everyone has downloaded the app yet.” you tried to comfort them.
they walked off.
”well…” said frankie.
”uh, they drove me to school today, so can either of you…” you addressed the siblings.
”yeah, i got it.” said nick.
frankie laughed, “why do you want to drive my friend home?”
”she’s my friend too. jeez frankie stop being so weird.” he scoffed.
”eh whatever. y/n always complains about the mess in my car anyway.” said frankie.
”just pick the stuff off the floor and put it in a trash can! you can even put a trash bag in the car! it’s not that hard, frankie!” you exclaimed.
”case and point.” she started walking to the library. “i’ll see you back at home, nick.”
”see ya.” he said. you waved at her. you and nick began walking. “so, y/n, my friend, how has life been treating you lately?”
”like a sucker punch to the gut, my friend. i have had a test, quiz, or pop quiz in every single class to day, apart from lunch, where i got clickbaited that someone likes me.”
”ouch!” hey held open the door for you. “did you just use “clickbaited” in an irl circumstance?”
”eh technicalities.” you laughed.
nick shook his head. “anyway, do you know how you did on any of the tests/ quizzes/ pop quizzes/ forms of torture?”
”ugh no. but the suspense is killing me.”
”speaking of suspense, do you have any idea who, briefly, rang your love alarm?” nick asked, as he opened the driver’s side door.
you hopped into the passenger’s seat. “nada. you?”
nick started the engine. “i have an idea.” you felt your heart just flatten itself against your chest. what does that mean??
”care to share?” you tried to say nonchalantly, but it probably came across very chalantly. which nick would remind you, is not a real word.
”no. i’d like to be more sure of my guess first.”
”see, when you say logical and responsible things about love alarm, it makes sense. when frankie does, i worry for the emotional safety of the two, potentially three people who rang her alarm today.”
nick laughed, “that makes sense. do you know who rang hers?”
”why, so you can beat them up? that’s what big brothers are supposed to do, right?”
”no, big brothers are supposed to be an omnipresent watchful eye.” it took you a second to get the reference, but you laughed when you did. “but really, no. more like i want to warn them.”
”i have a hunch on who one of them is, but i will follow in your infinite wisdom and not say until i’m more sure.”
”i wouldn’t call my wisdom infinite...” said nick.
you were tempted to open love alarm, but that would be stupid. nick’s phone wasn’t even on right now.
you fell into an awkward silence, and you didn’t know how to break it.
”so, uh. y/n, i’m sorry that i kinda stopped talking to you.” nick said, a couple stop signs later.
”i am also bad at maintaining friendships, so don’t worry.” why the fuck did you say friendships.
”yeah… uh i want to talk to you more. not just send each other tik toks, y’know?”
”tik toks are an excellent form of communication, i have no idea what you’re talking about. but yes.”
”okay, that’s good. by the way, when you’re scrolling on that app, do you just send me every video that says to send to your friends?”
you laughed, “no. sometimes i send you the ones that say send to your enemies. and i send you other stuff!”
”i know, i know! but like, do you send them to like frankie and jo and stuff?”
”um… sometimes? i definitely send the ones that call you ugly to frankie, and i usually send the super mega wholesome ones to jo, but neither of them ever send tik toks back, so i don’t think they really appreciate them.” nick always sends tik toks back. you’ve usually already seen them, but it’s the thought that counts.
nick turned into your neighborhood. “do you think the love alarm actually works?”
”what do you mean?” you asked.
”what if it’s just random. like the different accounts are randomly paired to go off when they’re near each other.”
you thought it over. “i don’t know. that could be the case, but there’s really only one way to find out for sure.” your heart was nearly beating out of your chest.
”do you mean… trying to ring someone’s that you like?” nick asked, slowing to a stop in front of your house.
you shrugged, “i guess.”
nick sat in silence, looking straight ahead, probably thinking deeply about something.
you picked up your backpack, and started getting out of his car.
”wait, y/n!” nick scrambled to dig his phone out of his pocket.
you turned around to face him. “uh what?”
he took a deep breath, “can you open love alarm?” he had his phone already opened to the app.
not knowing what else to do, you obliged. every second that it took for the app to load felt like a thousand hours.
1 person within 10 m has feelings for you.
”i ran through the cafeteria earlier, by the way.” said nick.
you looked up, to see nick. he held his phone facing you. it said the same thing. you pinched yourself, to make sure you weren’t dreaming. you weren’t.
”wh- wait really?” you were dumbfounded.
nick smiled. “the app works. it really works.” he gazed into your eyes, hopefully not noticing your mouth, which was still hanging wide open.
you felt frozen on the spot, and this was probably getting awkward. but nick! smart, kind, beautiful nick! he liked you. he really did.
he hopped out of his car and ran around to stand in front of you. he placed his hands in yours, still smiling.
”can i kiss you?” you asked.
”yes.” he said. and you did. you kissed the boy who you liked, and who liked you.
@meangirlsx @meangirlmurphy @eliza-is-confused @boredomimi
#jagged little pill#jagged little pill musical#jagged little pill braodway#jlp#jlp musical#jagged little pill fanfiction#jlp fanfiction#nick healy#nick x reader#nick healy x reader#fic#love alarm au#jo#jo jagged little pill#jo jlp#frankie healy
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are you going to continue fic about taako's glamour??? because my dude it is JUICY AS HELL and i'm SO about lup (and/or anyone else) finding out
hi ohmygod i love your work and i literally cannot believe you read my fic?? you’re like, a very cool person and i totally freaked out when i first saw this ask??? thank you????
okay okay okay okay, hear me out. First and foremost, this is, perhaps, the most flavorful compliment i’ve been given and i adore it thank you. The juicy drama shall only continue.
also im splitting part three into two chunks, sorry not sorry, part four comes out tomorrow!
This was her first winter on Faerun. Lup had sort of lost track of how many holidays their new home had, but that was fine. She got firewood with Magnus, decorated how Killian showed her, rolled around in the snow with Mookie just to feel how cold it was. She’d had her body for almost eight months now, but every sensation felt so new.
“I’m told you’ve mastered Scorching Ray.”
She watched her brother retreat into the kitchen, Angus chasing after him. There were a lot of new things, she realized, when she couldn’t chase after him too.
Lup wasn’t stupid. Her brother was a world class liar but he couldn’t lie to her. At least, she thought he couldn’t. But everything was new and different now. The old Lup would have rushed in on that summer afternoon, pushed and prodded until Taako told her about every scar. The old Lup had never been as patient as Taako. He could hang back, wait years for the perfect opportunity if he had to, but Lup was made for action.
A decade in an umbrella had changed that. Now, she was patient.
Well, patient to a point. She waited while Angus left for school, waited while Taako got settled with his own school. She waited for months, had to be certain Taako wouldn’t bolt the first time she brought it up. She didn’t even bring it up today! Just hinted at it. She supposed it was foolish to hope he was forgetful in same way he had pretended she wasn’t perceptive.
So she had to wait. Again. That was fine, she tried to tell herself. The cheering had turned into drinking around the fire from the massive keg Merle and Davenport had brought, but Lup wasn’t really in the Solstice mood anymore. This wasn’t her tradition yet, still too new, just like everything else. Barry gave her a look as she passed by. She hoped her smile said enough, and it must have. He gave her a soft smile of his own, but didn’t follow her as she snuck in through the side of the house, not wanting to pass through the kitchen.
“You’ve been hiding a limp all day.” Angus sounded confident, voice echoing through the empty house in the same way he talked about his successful cases with the Neverwinter PD. Lup had planned to curl up in bed, but this… this might be worth waiting to hear. Taako said something, but she was too far away to hear it. Then there was shouting.
“It’s not bullshit when someone’s keeping secrets!”
“Watch your fucking language!”
Then Silence, powerful arcane energy that stopped her midstep, just before the doorframe of the kitchen. She saw Taako and Angus keep talking, but she couldn’t read their lips. The tension her brother had been carrying all day seeped out of his shoulders. Whatever was happening in there, she needed to wait to see its end.
She wasn’t sure how long she’d been waiting, but the spell started to crackle out of existence.
“I don’t want that. You shouldn’t even know about this. No one was supposed to know.” Taako sounded just like he did when he told her everyone was dust.
“You should at least tell Lup.” Angus said. Candlenights was late on the calendar this year, but Lup was buying this kid every Caleb Cleveland novel she could get her hands on. She’d kidnap the author and gift wrap them for Angus if she had to.
“I can’t tell Lup.”
A decade in an umbrella, a year of listening to her brother and not being able to say a thing; Lup had patience now, but only so much. Coming out from behind the door frame, she threw on a smirk she didn’t feel and finally rushed in.
She wasn’t really sure what she expected. Taako’s Dex mod used to be higher than hers and she was never really good at Stealth rolls anyway, so it was rare that she could surprise him. Even now, he didn’t jump, didn’t squawk and yell at her the way he used when she and Magnus could prank him. He froze and didn’t even look at her. He looked at Angus.
Lup thought she’d seen every emotion cross her twin’s face, the thousands of matching expressions they shared, but she’d never seen this. It wasn’t anger, wasn’t even surprise. He looked almost empty, filled with nothing but bone deep betrayal. She could almost see his “I trust no one and nothing except Angus McDonald” crumbling to dust in their kitchen and she felt sick.
“He didn’t know,” she said before thinking twice about it. There was a flicker of something and then the hallowed out look of loss was gone and Taako was smirking at her, make up perfect and a hand on his hip.
“Ooh, so you were eavesdropping?” He clicked his tongue a few times, shaking his head. “Davenport would be so disappointed you didn’t pay attention to his Boundaries In Close Quarters powerpoint from cycle seven.”
He was waiting for her to take the bait, to point out the only reason they had to watch the powerpoint that cycle was because of him. As the seconds dragged on though, she could see his smirk falter. The silence stretched further and she still couldn’t speak. Now was her moment, this is what she’d been waiting for! There was so much she needed to say and yet the only thing that came out of her mouth was a broken, “Taako.”
“Nope.” He turned right around, picking up a spoon and furiously stirring something.
“Sir, should I go…” Angus started but Taako just picked up the potato peeler and handed it to him without looking.
“You are staying right here and peeling those potatoes, Agnes.”
“Taako,” Lup tried to say something else but that’s all that could be said. She took a shaky step forward but her brother still wouldn’t look at her. “Taako, please, I know something’s going on.”
“Uh-uh. I am not doing this today, Lulu. I know you’re new to this planar system but this feast is– oof!” She nearly knocked Taako into the counter as she collided with him, wrapping her arms around him in a crushing hug. “Lulu…”
“You’re soft. Need soft.” She murmured into the back of his sweater. When she first got her body, they spent days like this. Taako let her feel every fabric he owned, his softest silk blouses and his most scuffed up leather boots. She ran her fingers through his hair for hours. There were still some nights when she’d sneak into his room, shove Kravitz out of the way, and hold him close just because she finally could. She hadn’t had a bad night like that in weeks, but maybe Taako forgot.
“I can’t do this today, Lup.” He whispered, seeing right through her in a way she used to be able to do too. At least he didn’t push her off, slowly stirring whatever mixture he was working on for dinner. Angus had the peeler on a potato, but hadn’t moved.
“Tomorrow?” She asked.
The silence that followed, she could truly see her brother again. Angus must have seen it too. He relaxed and got through two more potatoes as they both pretend not to watch Taako run the numbers. Could he fake a school emergency tomorrow? What were the odds she’d believe he had the flu? Maybe if he Blinked enough times in a row, she wouldn’t be able to follow him. Anything to get out of this conversation. He slumped a little and Lup tried not to laugh. He couldn’t avoid her forever, they both knew it. At least not everything was new and different.
“Fine,” Taako surrendered. “But I seriously have to get cooking.” She didn’t move. “Are you just going to hang off of me all day?”
“Maybe.”
Taako gave a full body sigh, shuffling them together through the kitchen to put something in the oven. Angus laughed and Lup was pretty sure she could feel Taako smile. “Fine.”
#DMI#taz#the adventure zone#taz fic#taz taako#taz lup#angus mcdonald#charmedwords#charmedanswers#i almost feel bad about splitting this part in half but it works better this way#also im so dang nervous if i don't post /something/ now im worried ill totally chicken out#terezis
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GIRL I'M SCREAMING OHMYGOD I👏AM👏FUMING WTFFFFF JIMIN'S TOTALLY CHEATING ON HER ISN'T HE!!!!! THAT FUCKING BASTARD! !!!!!!!!! OHMYGOD I CAN'T BREATHE WTFFFFFFFFFFF BRUH MC SHOULD JUST GO OFF WITH TAE!!! PLEASR!!!! GET👏SOME👏DICK👏 SHE REALLY NEEDS IT!!!! REALLY REALLY!!!!!!!!!
myjeansareonfire said:Oh my god this honestly got me so heated and felt super relatable and really made my heart ache because i was also in a relationship where i felt unattractive because my ex didn't want sex and like... Wow i really feel this. I just wanna hold oc and make her feel good 😭💖 i wanna smack jimin & ask him wtf he's doing!!!! Ugh!!!! I'm so mad lol how dare he make her feel this bad about herself
I love taehyung i love him i love him i love him
Also wtf are yoongi & seokjin hiding, those sly lil cats???? Is it related to jimin?! Also fuck what's her face! Fuck her to hell! What"s her name?!?!?!?! Ye Eun! I think! Oh my god i want her to DIE! HOW FUCKING DARE SHE BE SUCH A FUCKING BITCH AND MAKE OC FEEL BAD WHILE SHE'S TRYING TO EAT HOW DARR SHE!!!!!!!!! I am LIVID OH MY GOD AND FUCKING JIMIN HOW COULD HE JUST!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! HOW COULD HE A👏PO👏LO👏GIZE👏 FOR THE WAY OC WAS ACTING?!?!?!? As IF SHE DID SOMETHING WRONG!!!!!!
I'M SO UNBELIEVABLY HEATED RN LIKE!#!!!!! YOU KNOW WHEN YOU GET SO MAD YOUR STOMACH STARTS HURTING AND YOU JUST WANNA VOMIT OUT YOUR ANGER INTO THE BITCH'S FACE?!?!?!?!?!?!?#? That's HOW I FEEL!!!!!!!! WOW i just really wanna kick some ass rn it has been SO LONG since i've felt this way after reading something skshsj
Oh my god this was so👏fucking👏good👏😩 like!!! Jimlingss!!! Wow!!!!!!!!!!!!! & dovechim!! Yall are fucking amazing!! You're queens!!! I love this shit! Ahhhhh!!!!!!!!!! You guys did such a fucking good job at capturing her mood swings & really making us feel like we're right there with her feeling the same things, her anger her sadness her disgust with herself, but also her happiness at jimin's small gestures, or the calm of being in his arms, and also the total shock when she first found out
This chapter was absolutely fucking fantastic like damn, this is the sequel i didn't know i needed 😩🙌🙌🙌 i cant fkn wait for ch 2, mean while i'm gonna reread this whole thing and seethe. Also LMAO AT YOUR TAGS AT THE END OF THE FIC!!! You are hilarious i love you
haha...well I’m glad you’re feeling particularly passionate but damn you’re really ready to put Jimin on the chopping block HAHAHA you don’t know his side of the story yet 👀👀👀 jumping to conclusions might not be the way to go. Also, Ye Eun is just being herself - she’s always been this way. LET ME DRAW BACK TO THE ORIGINAL FOR A SECOND:
Anyways, glad you’re enjoying it!! OC’s definitely having a rollarcoaster of emotions, so I’m glad you can empathize with her :D :D
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Underappreciated Sterek Fics Rec List
These are fics that all have less than 200 bookmarks, and I feel that they need more.
♥ The Demon Barber of Maple Avenue by heyshalina, marshmallowfluff M. 14k. When Stiles woke up on a Friday with his hair far too long for his own comfort, he decided he needed a haircut. He was not expecting the whole situation to end with Derek finally succumbing to their mutual sexual tension.Or the ghouls. He especially wasn't expecting to be eaten by ghouls.Basically, Stiles doesn't know anything super useful that's not supernatural-related. He has excellent butt-dialing skills, though, so that's a plus.
So funny. "Yeah, I know," he said decisively, trying to look like he'd been perfectly aware that sitting down at the barber shop was a thing you could do. He took a step sideways towards the nearest chair. Natalie looked back down at her computer. He took another step. Then another. Then he turned and walked confidently towards the chair. He had just started lowering himself into it when Natalie called to him. "Stiles, we're ready for you now!" He jumped up from his half-crouched over position and his bangs fell back into his eyes. He flicked his hair out of his face with a jerk of his head, and felt sort of like Justin Bieber, before the guy cut off his hair because people said he looked like a lesbian. In a moment of fear, Stiles glanced across the room at his reflection in one of the mirrors. Did he look like a lesbian? He didn't want to look like a lesbian. Not that lesbians were bad or anything. But lesbians were only attracted to women, technically. He didn't want that kind of label applied to him.
Control by Badwolf36 M. 12k. After (and their lives are always defined by “after.” “After” Derek’s family burned. “After” Scott got bit. “After” Gerard and the Kanima and the Alpha Pack and the Darach) the Nogitsune is pulled from him, Stiles becomes obsessed with control.
Sweeter, more heart-wrenching and innocent than you'd think. So good.
The Time Stiles Totally Knew What He Was Doing by otatop G. 1k. Stiles aggressively woos himself. // Derek is there too.
This is so. FUNNY.
♥ Eagle Lake by saltandbyrne E. 29k. It was supposed to be an easy summer job. But everything at this camp is a little odd, and that Hale boy from the hardware store? Definitely too good to be true. Everyone seems to have secrets, and sometimes the truth is stranger than anything Stiles can imagine.
Lovingly earns every hot, throbbing inch of its E rating, seamlessly and hilariously interspersed with bits like this:
Or maybe he's actually going to eat Stiles, because seriously, since when do handsome strangers just show up at boys' camps in the middle of nowhere with any plans other than serial killing? Stiles is going to get serial-killed, and all he can do is look up at his future cannibal axe-murderer and gape.
A fear-boner is definitely a real thing, because Stiles is sporting one so big that the awkward police can probably see it from space. In a lifetime of inexplicable boners, Stiles is pretty sure that his “I'm about to get cut into little pieces by a gorgeous psycho” woody is the least 'plicable.
Good Touch by ksalterego M. 6k. Derek notices that Stiles doesn't have a pack, so Stiles doesn't get pack hugs. Stiles clearly wants pack hugs. Also, Stiles smells far too much like Scott, far too often. // Derek decides to do something about it all.
So, I have a THING for fics featuring a touch-starved Stiles. Really sweet... Stiles needs hugs so badly.
Keep The Earth Below My Feet by plume_bob M. 12k. There's history to be found in the box of his mom's old memories, but history is problematic when Stiles thinks Derek might be the only one who knows the story. And, as usual, relying on Derek is an exercise in emotional juggling that Stiles is just not equipped to handle.
So fucking gorgeous, I can't even. The author's turn of phrase is beautiful:
“Are you fishing for me to tell you you're funny?” Derek asks slyly, like Stiles is a book he can open at any page and immediately follow.
and
“I'm not made of wet paper towels, Derek,” Stiles tells him, harder than he'd imagined it'd come out with him feeling like—well, wet paper towels. Sorta. Wet paper towels laying on an exposed electrical wire. “You're not gonna break me.”
Omg, Derek is doing his tattoo, and they're practically having sex AS HE INKS HIM, and it's really unbearably hot.
The Owl by 8611 M. 8k. The owl keeps his forest, and everything inside of it, safe. Even a pack of wolves.
Oh my god, such a gorgeous and vivid fairy tale. Stiles is perfect as Owl, just watching. The end is a little sad, in the way that fairy tales can be, but don't let that stop you, because the beauty... is lovely.
Into the Woods by KrisEleven T. 10k. “Well, yeah, I’m following someone," Stiles explained. Eyebrows raised as Derek's judging increased. “Not in a creepy way! It’s my best friend and his girlfriend.” One side of his stupid mouth rose in a wry smile. “Not like – they’re lost!” // Now Derek didn’t look amused at all. He looked back at the paper, no doubt noting that they had planned to have returned almost 48 hours ago. “You have to report that.” // “Oh, yeah, I didn’t think of that,” Stiles snarked. “Of course I reported it. I called the ranger station yesterday.” // “And they told you to stay out of the forest while they conducted a search.” It wasn’t a question. // “Well, okay, maybe that was said, but –” // “You’re an idiot,” he told Stiles, rolling his eyes.
Or, When Scott and Kira get lost on a romantic hike in The Siskiyou Wilderness, Stiles enlists the help of Mountain Man Derek Hale to find them and ends up on a completely unexpected romantic hike of his own.
He pulled items at random as he recognized them and thought of situations in which they could possibly be necessary. He put back the second can of bear mace after some deliberation. If that many bears attacked him, he would be dealing with some deeper issues. Lol.
How to please your house spirit by Lesatha M. 14k. Derek startled awake in the middle of the night. For a split second he didn’t know why, then as he felt a strange weight on his chest, he raised his head and looked down. And stayed speechless. // There was a tiny creature, barely the size of Derek’s whole hand, sitting on him. It had a human shape, from what Derek could see. // It looked furious.
ohmygod this is infinitely adorable, Stiles is a (murderous, multitasking, shapeshifting) little shit (so is Peter) and Derek is utterly wrapped around his (occasionally) tiny finger.
♥ In Which Stiles Finds He Much Prefers When Interesting Things Happen to Somebody Else by Zoom Zoom (PaperLillyWebs) T. 21k. “Finish what you start,” the skull rasps at him, making him jump. When he looks up, the skull is just as still as before.Loosely based on Howl's Moving Castle by Diana Wayne Jones.
What a fun story! Stiles the apprentice is every bit of adorable, his Master Hale is a shadowy, mean kind of figure, and something's going on where none of the ends match up. The story borrows the Howl's Moving Castle world, but that's all, none of the plot or characters. I love it.
Attach me to your world by artisan447 E. 27k. Turns out Stiles is magic. He's as surprised about that as anyone.
Sweet, sexy and intense: everything you want a surprise bonding fledgling magic fic to be.
♥ Fasten You to Me by nubianamy E. 21k. The day gravity stopped working, Stiles was jogging through the park.
This story is so awesome, and surreal and frightening and sweet. Stiles is jogging in the park when suddenly reality departs... and all the people go falling into the sky. He straps himself to a root, manages to catch Derek, and then they spend the next three days together as the world disappears into a dense fog. They get to talk a lot, of course, and more than talk (and wow, Stiles has had a crush on him since he was a little kid!). But every once in a while, Stiles goes cold, and there are no words in his mouth, only a song, and everything recedes, and that's when Derek gets really scared and starts singing Beatles songs in his dreadful off-tune voice, trying to combat Stiles' song, trying to bring him back.
I fucking love this story.
A Hundred Echoes by hunters_retreat E. 28k. In the wake of life altering events, the Beacon Hills pack is trying to settle into some semblance of normal. After the nogitsune, all Stiles wants is to be able to breathe easy and know that his friends are safe. When Stiles begins to dream of his friends though, they turn out to be something extraordinary. Stiles is a spirit walker. The dreams leave him empathic and unable to control himself, but salvation comes in the unlikely form of Derek Hale. Stiles just needs to know two things. What is stirring in the woods of Beacon Hills to cause the entire pack to dream of horrific things? And can Derek help him learn to center himself and control his empathy before it’s too late?
In which Stiles is an empath and a dreamwalker, unbeknownst to himself. He can be hurt in dreams, but his empathy is so out of control that no one can touch him but Derek.
"I'm not leaving without you, Derek," Stiles told him. He held his hand out for Derek to take but it wasn't like Scott's dreams, or Isaac's. This was Derek and even in his dreams there was a circle of mountain ash between him and the people he could ask for help.
"Stiles, please go," Derek's voice lost its command as he pleaded with Stiles. "I'll survive. I'll heal as soon as I wake up. You won't."
♥ Prickly Thorn, but Sweetly Worn by khasael T. 15k. An unhelpful witch gives Stiles a gift he doesn't want. It's hard to say whether Derek is pleased by this or not... although not for the usual reasons.
Oh, joy. Derek-the-hedgehog is utterly cute, and Stiles basically monologues for most of the chapters, and it's precious.
Massage Therapy by reillyblack M. 11k. Stiles wins the big lottery prize at the police departments annual fundraiser -- five at-home massages with the best masseuse in town. Which, ok, awesome, except... one problem: "the best masseuse in town" turns out to be the ridiculously hot, grumpy, man of his dreams and Stiles can NOT figure out how to hit on him during their sessions together without making him feel like a prostitute.
Very quick, and awkward and sweet. I'd love for it to be twice as long and twice as explicit, but I'll take what I can get ;-)
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Spartacus : Vengeance Rewatch - Episode 5: Libertus
Sex Scene: they were in a whore house. So lots.
“Cock”: 0 wtf
“Cunt”: 0 wtf
“Kill Them All”: honestly surprised they didn’t say this, being in the Arena and all.
“Fucking Gaul”: 1
Slow motion Face Punch: 3
Episode Name Dropped by: none.
Memorable Death: RHASKOS MY BABY!!
Favourite Line: “I’ve had my fill of games, let us leave the arena forever.”
- I seriously missed the Arena!
- Those Gladiators, I’m loving their style!
- Ha! I love all the dick measuring going on with the Romans, and the woman pulling all the strings.
- They are all so excited for the executions. Savages.
- Okay, so I have a love/hate thing with Glaber. On one hand, he’s a dick. On the other, will people stop putting him down, geez!!!!
- “God of the Arena” awesome.
- HOLY CRAP GANNICUS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I love Gannicus.
- Okay, I hadn’t watched the prequel season when I first saw s2, and I 1000% thought Oenomaus and Gannicus were sworn enemies with the way they were looking at each other.
- I love seeing Oenomaus fight.
- Something I hate about the effect Spartacus has on people is how they doubt themselves constantly and beg for his approval. Agron is prime example. Agron made the right call in saving their people but because Sparty is upset and most of the Gauls are dead he thinks he made the wrong choice and seeks Spartacus’ forgiveness. Seriulsy, Agron is way smarter than Sparty, who lets his emotions guide him and dammed the consequences.
- “Mistakes were made on both sides” – NO they weren’t!
- DONAR!!!!!!!!!!
- “Finally, gods show fucking favour”. I have missed Agron and his swearing.
- Donar and his axe. I love it more than I can say.
- Agron is so adorable.
- “So the gods finally fuck me to the afterlife. Care to join me”
- Donar and Agron are still clearly looking for a fight, which sucks because the man is no real threat. Their thirst for blood reminds me more of s3.
- AGRON!!! I JUST, I CANT WITH THIS MAN, HE IS AMAZING!
- I love how deeply offended Agron is by being called a Gaul.
- EAST OF THE RHINE!
- Lucius is such a grey character for me. When I first watched, I couldn’t tell if he was friend or foe, right until the end. Even in this rewatch, I still can’t place him.
- A split second shot of Agron and he looks like a painting, a marble statue, perfection. He is so gorgeous.
- “You could not have made speech before swinging the last of the wine.”
- Rhaskos is a beautiful man.
- Yeah, Ashur, to the Arena! I wish he died.
- Something I love about Marcus and Glaber is that I never once shipped them, they were so purely bro’s that I never saw a hint or possibility of anything romantic. Even now, they are still bro’s and I respect that.
- Does Varinius really actually want a wife? He really seems like all he wants is sex.
- Oh all the talk of the abortion is intense. Ilithyia clearly doesn’t want to, no matter how much she wants Varinius.
- Nasir’s wound looks super CGI, like that CGI penis from s1. Not good man.
- AGRON BY NASIR’S SIDE AND THANKING NAEVIA IS EVEYTHING. My shipper heart.
- I love how soft Agron looks. THIS IS WHAT LOVE DOES TO YOU BABY!
- I never considered an Agron/Naevia friendship …… still don’t think it’d work. I’m more for Nasir/Naevia.
- “Soiled and Ruined.” = that’s really rough, but sadly understandable.
- Sparty looks so extra spinning his sword. I know you miss your bf, but seriously calm the fuck down.
- Oh wait, Sparty doesn’t give a damn that Crixus is about to die. He’s having a hissy fit because people are praising his name anymore? Get the fuck out.
- Sparty has some bat-shit crazy ideas, but they make for good entertainment. I suppose it’s part of his charms.
- “A woman will always be moved to protect a child.”
- “House of Batiatus”, been a long time since we heard that.
- I do love Lucretia knowing all about abortions though. She is such a Madame.
- Knowing what I know all these Lucretia/Ilithyia scenes are kinda tainted….but that doesn’t stop me from loving the absolute love in Lucretia’s eyes and the trust and forgiveness in Ilithyia’s.
- NOOOO LUCRETIA, DON’T SAVE ASHUR. Fuck you Ashur.
- “The gods yet have use of you.”
- Lucretia is such a badass woman. She is so damn intelligent.
- OHMYGODS I CLICKED PAUSE TO WRITE SOMETHING ELSE BUT IT PAUSED ON AGRON’S BEAUTIFUL FUCKING FACE WITH HIS MEGA WATT SMILE AND EYES FULL OF HAPPINESS AND LOVE!!! This is boy is precious and must be protected at all costs.
- NAGRON BE STILL MY HEART I CAN’T TAKE IT!
- Ahhh, look at that cupping of the cheek!
- I do like that Sparty is super impressed with Nasir’s willingness to fight.
- “This time you stay, and I go.”
- HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK HOLY FUCK!!!! THAT KISS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! It is sweet, and shy, and full of love and affection. Agron looks so soft, just all the soft sweet things.
- As much as I love the Nagron kiss, Nasir’s reaction is off, and totally understandable. He’s a little confused, a little wary, a little afraid, and there’s the hidden joy there too. This might be the first time someone has shown him genuine affection and he doesn’t know how to respond to it. Nasir is just learning what it means to be free, and that means feelings things he’s never allowed himself to feel. His heart is brand new and fragile. He’s scared to let anyone in like that, and I think a part of him is afraid he’ll be reduced to a warm body again. (I could go on, but I’m actually writing a fic about this! Ha!)
- BUT ITS SO HARD TO DENY HOW MUCH AGRON LOVES NASIR!
- I love this pairing so much.
- “I would overtake soft voice with bold words.”
- I honestly don’t understand how Spartacus can trust a man he’s know a few hours to lead his people to safety???? These are people he’s vowed to protect, and he’s just pawning them off like they’re nothing. None of his “Generals” are there to see these people to safety, no one he truly trusts. It’s a big ‘wtf’ for me.
- Oh gods, the camera pans to Agron when Sparty says “we have been divided” and Agron looks so ashamed. NO BABY NO, YOU DID THE RIGHT THING. FUCK SPARTACUS.
- Gannicus sex scene, slow-mo seems a little extra. Not that it wasn’t amazing though.
- The whore Gannicus fucked, is super freaking cute. And I know my wording is super harsh but she doesn’t have a name.
- Gannicus has the saddest eyes I’ve ever seen.
- OH CRAP I DIDN’T REAALISE BY THAT WHORE LOOKS LIKE SYBIL IN S3, how fitting.
- Seeing Lucretia on that balcony looking like a queen is amazing.
- “May it crumble in our wake”
- OH FUCK YOU ASHUR!
- I love how cautious Ilithyia is when Glaber sends the slaves away. She doesn’t wanna be alone with him. Very good instincts.
- Oh Ilithyia, cut so deep.
- “Have we drifted so far, from the love we once held?”
- “You will do as your husband commands.” I am so eternally grateful not to be alive in those times.
- Oh my gods, there is a part of me that really wants Glaber and Ilithyia to make up and be in love again. It’s a small part that comes out during good acting.
- See, I still kinda want a Lucretia/Albinius friendship.
- I didn’t know what the hell Varinius was saying with the Gladiators, but then I looked it up and it was the style of fighting and armour the Gladiators use. I never knew there was such structure to it, which makes it all the more amazing.
- Fuck I’ve missed the gladiator fights. They are more brutal than the battles.
- The store room of the dead is so fucking gross. I love it.
- The rebels popping out of the bloody water is one of the best things I’ve ever seen!
- I really love when they have silent fights.
- Sparty and Agron in the armour is fucking hilarious. They look like little children playing dress-up.
- Donar is so worried about Agron! I love their friendship, and we were robbed of that brilliance.
- I sigh at Mira/Spartacus scenes. It’s like he wants to love her, but he can’t, so he gives her lines he tells to all the rebels but his eyes are little softer so she thinks they’re in love. My queen deserves more.
- “If any of you hold faith in any gods now would be the time to fucking entreat them.”
- “It is an honour to stand beside you on the sands.” THE RESPECT CRIXUS HAS FOR OENOMAUS IS BEAUTIFUL.
- Crixus can’t hide how excited he is to fight in the Arena again, and I love it.
- The crowd throws lettuce. What did lettuce ever do to you? and seriously, these people are meant to be poor…why you throwing away food you cant afford?
- Agron walks more naturally in the armour than Spartacus – who has actually worn armour before (never this lavish but still)
- AGRON’S FACE WHEN SPARTY OPENS HIS MOUTH! He’s all like “shut the fuck up dick head, we are trying to HIDE here.”
- Gannicus loves his brothers, though he has a weird way of showing it.
- “I begin to question fucking plan.”
- NO RHASKOS. DON’T HURT MY BABY. They’re all my babies at this point, lbr, except Spatry.
- I love how Gannicus absolutely NEEDS to be the one to fight Oenomaus.
- I would seriously be going as nuts as the crowd is over this fight. It’s awesome.
- BABY NO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! RHASKOS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I’M LEGIT TEARING UP!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Why couldn’t they have saved Rhaskos?!?!?!?!?!?!
- Mira is amazingly smart.
- OH I LOVE ILITHYIA HOLDING ONTO LUCRETIA FOR SUPPORT!
- Gannicus is so agile.
- “I will send you to her arms brother.” I AM SO EMOTIONAL.
- I was so worried about Gannicus and Oenomaus
- Taking down the Arena is so fucking brutal and amazing and I love it.
- Glaber protects Ilithyia, Seppius protects Seppia – THESE MEN PROTECTING THEIR LOVES. For now anyways.
- I actually really like Seppius and Seppia for the simple fact that they seem to actually care about people more than status. They cared that Mercarto died, that was very human of them.
- I love a good neck snapping.
- Agron kinda has his own version of a hiss AND I LOVE IT.
- Look at those intestines.
- Cossutius, thank the gods he’s gone. His death was so extra though.
- OMG that cut on Galber’s cheek from a thrown spear is very s1, when Sparty stood in the arena and a spear was thrown at him. wow.
- Sparty throwing his sword, again!
- “I’m not the fool you and your daughter think me.”
- Holy cow, Glaber is so angry and vengeful – oh what a fitting word choice.
- I was so worried they were gonna show us Albinius’ smashed face then.
- I love that Gannicus kinda relaxes a bit at seeing Crixus. I like this friendship.
- It’s so beautiful seeing the Arena burn, after all the lives it’s taken.
- OH THE RUDIS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
- I’m honestly surprised Donar leaves, as if he wouldn’t wait for Agron.
- Oh gods, seriously, Glaber. Let your wife grieve before you completely ruin her whole life.
- Varinius is a fucking coward.
- WHAT THE FUCK THE WHOLE EPISODE THE WORDS “COCK” AND “CUNT” WEREN’T SAID AT ALL. Am I even watching Spartacus anymore?!
- I’ve noticed on the episodes with a prominent Agron, my comments almost double. I’m okay with this.
#spartacus#Spartacus Blood and Sand#spartacus vengeance#spartacus rewatch#vengeance#seasno 2#2x05#libertus#crixus#naevia#oenomaus#gannicus#lucretia#ilithyia#glaber#ashur#rhaskos#nasir#mira#donar#rome#roman#arena#gladiator#rebels#nagron#agron x nasir
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I just read proposal yesterday and thought it was so sweet! I was wondering if you have any fics you could recommend? Jimin is my bias but I'm pretty open to any members with the reader. Thanks and keep up the good work! Kep jarng! 😁
Aghh thank you so much, sweetheart! I’m so glad you enjoyed Proposals and I’m really flattered that you’re asking me for recommendations! :D Okay, here’s a list of my fave fics that you should check out if you haven’t already. So you aren’t confused, the stuff in italics is the synopsis/description the writer provided and the indented bit is me being incoherent and lame as always.
Sin City (Jimin x reader) by @btssmutgalore: After a run of bad luck, you can go back home and admit defeat or step out of your comfort zone and look for a job at Sin City.
Hands down the best stripper au I’ve ever read. I wasn’t quite sure what to expect from this fic because you never know where stripper AUs are going to go, but holy moly am I glad I gave this a chance. You will be addicted to this fic. Jimin’s character has so much depth, but he’s such an enigma at the same time and I’m dying to know what the heck he’s thinking/what his background is. The tension is so drawn out and the sessy scenes are all so different, which is really refreshing to read and you don’t know what’s going to come next. ALSO, I feel like there’s a lot of empowerment and respect in this fic, which makes me so happy. Love love love this fic with my entire being.
Monster (Jeongguk x reader) by @btssmutgalore: You sleep with an obnoxious fratboy who used to be your friend.
This fic is perfection. It doesn’t have a complicated plot, but it’s still so interesting to read and the smut is A++++. Jeongguk’s character has so many facets and though he has a lot of issues to sort through, I’m rooting for him and the OC so much.
Purple Jewels (Jimin/Jeongguk x reader) by @jiminniemouse: When you fall in love with Jungkook and he isn’t there to catch you, a sudden surprise shows up to give you a little bit of help.
GENIE!JIMIN. AKLSDJFKLAASKDJFLK (I really tried not to keyboard smash but fuck I lose my shit because of how much I love this fic). Oh man, where do I even begin with this?? It’s my absolute favourite Jimin x reader fic and one of my absolute fave fics in general because it’s written so well, it’s creative, the characters are interesting, AND THE TENSIONNNN. I come so close to combusting with each part and I’m dying for more. Also Jimin’s character is so sweet and I love him so much (where can I find myself a genie Jimin???). Please please please read this!
Hiraeth (Jeongguk/Taehyung x reader) by @jungkxook: A world full of dwindling hope and lost loves and yet you and Jungkook are all the other needs to feel at home.
This is the first member x reader fic I ever read and IT IS THE BEST THING EVER. EVER. It’s a zombie apocalypse au and it’s so angsty and sometimes it feels like my heart has been punched out of my chest and it’s such a wonderful feeling even though it hurts like hell. The world is constructed so believably and there are so many well thought out details to it, so when you’re reading it feels REAL. All the characters are different and you never know what’s going to happen next. I can’t recommend reading this enough, it is freaking incredible (and the love triangle is fucking me up so bad).
Philophobia (Jimin/Jeongguk x reader) by @minsvga: sex has its consequences, always; whether for better or for worse, sex always has its consequences. and the drunken rendezvous you have with your best friend is not an exception.
This is discontinued but it’s still worth reading because it’s so freaking hot and I love the plot and just??? I don’t usually read fuckboy fics because fuckboys are the bane of human existence, but this fic is amazing and the smut is awesome. Also be prepared to not know who you’re rooting for. One second I would want Jimin to win the OC’s heart and the next I wanted Jeongguk to end up with her, so brace yourself for conflicting feelings.
Company (Namjoon x reader) by @fireheart-namjoon: Sometimes all you want is a bit of company.
OKAY before I scream about the sessy stuff in this fic, I really want to say that I fucking loved Namjoon’s characterization in this and it’s so nice to read an OC who is strong and independent. The writing style is absolutely fantastic and the thigh riding was 100000/10.
Retrograde (Jeongguk x reader) by @remembeo: fantasy!au
When I read this I feel the way I do on rainy, dark days when I’m reading a book and just slip away into the world on the page. The details and the way this is written are so mesmerizing and I want to know more. You’re so swept away by everything that you completely forget about the reality for a little while.
A Roadtrip (Jeongguk x reader) by @taeinmycup: Jungkook makes your planned roadtrip to Busan a bit messy.
Road trip fics never get old and neither does the childhood-friends-to-lovers plot either. This was a wonderful fic to indulge in and um the frick frack is pretty damn nice. Just saying.
Sutures and Stitches (Jeongguk x reader) by @hayjeon: hitman!jeongguk and medstudent!Y/N bestfriends!au; Jeongguk always shows up to your place or hospital whenever he gets hurt because you guys are best friends and you patch him up, but he has no idea that every time you stitch up his wounds, it tears open new wounds in your own heart.
I recently read this and I am OBSESSED. I refresh the OP’s page daily just to make sure I didn’t miss an update. The writing is so detailed and Jeongguk’s character is so interesting, I just want to know what the heck happens next + how Jeongguk ended up with this kind of life.
Chrysalism (Jimin x reader) by @workofteaguk: Bookstores have always lured you in with the promise of the quiet, the serene, and, most recently, him.
THIS IS THE SWEETEST FREAKING THING AND I WISH IT WERE LONGER. It made my entire day when I read it and I was smiling the entire time. Where do I have to go to find a cute boy like this???
It’s All Fun & Games (Jeongguk x reader) by @workofteaguk: In which you and Jungkook attempt to fake a relationship for revenge and end up with a lot more than either of you expected.
When will fake relationship AUs not be the best thing in existence? The answer to that is never. I don’t care how many times people write this concept, it will always be so fun to read because of the angsty feels. So if you’re as trash for this as I am, then absolutely read this.
Sounds of You (Jimin/Jeongguk x reader) by @vivacioustae: As a young girl you dreamt of hearing the bells, the ones that signaled you had found your soulmate, the missing piece everyone was so desperate to find. After falling in love with Jimin you abandoned the search, hoping you would come to never hear the bells, preferring to continue your life with him uninterrupted. You’d soon come to learn the harshness of fate, and that it doesn’t care about your hopes, feelings, or you.
Listen, from the very first sentence of this fic, I was completely hooked. From the get go you know that it’s going to mess with your emotions, but it’s worth it. I love this concept so much and my heart is aching reading this. After reading the first part, this fic is all I could think about and my heart ached because I wanted to know what was coming next, but also wasn’t prepared for it. Love love love this.
Teamwork (Taehyung x Seokjin x reader) by @sugajpg: Peculiar events occur when the two best volleyball players of your college decide to take competitiveness out of the courts.
Best threesome fic I’ve read so far. I’m just. :’’’’’)) I’m still screaming. Fml this is too good and I feel the flames of hell licking my feet but screw it. Where do I sign up for this?
Like Crazy (Jimin x reader) by @war-of-hormoan: This story is based off the film by the same name.
Because I don’t care about my well-being in any way, I started this fic and I love it so much so far. The film Like Crazy is incredible, but it feels like you’ve been punched in the gut twenty times by the end, and it made me sob… like crazy. So this fic will probably end up doing that too and as nervous as I am for that, it’s so worth it. Everything is written so vividly and the relationship between Jimin and the OC is so sweet to read. I’m really excited to see how this progresses.
Grey Area (Yoongi x reader) by @blushoseoks: And just like that, your fate was sealed - because Min Yoongi was absolutely going to destroy you. But hell, if you weren’t going to let him, or bask happily in the flames as he did so. And sadly, at the time, you didn’t think that your thoughts would become so literal.
THIS IS SO WELL WRITTEN. SO. WELL. WRITTEN. Ohmygod, I’m in love with this writing style and THE CONCEPT IS AMAZING. The ending of part one left me feeling like I’d been kicked in the gut or something and you’re all ???? wtf is going on??? and you’re completely hooked so you binge read the rest. This fic is perfection.
Until Next Time (Jimin x reader) by @taeverie: Who would have guessed that a stranger you met through an online game would quickly escalate into a cyber fuck buddy?
OK OK OK UM LET ME GATHER MY THOUGHTS HERE. First off, how can I be the OC?? Second off, HOW CAN I BE THE OC???? I wouldn’t have the balls to actually be this forward in real life but still, this just kept escalating and they didn’t even really do the hanky panky but it was still hot as fuck and 10/10 would recommend.
Not So Honest (Jeongguk x reader) by @wonhopes: Jungkook has got a pretty big problem, and he desperately asks you for your help.
Hi hello yes be prepared to explode ok this was TOO good oml. I’m also a slut for sub!jeongguk because that sinful man deserves to be tortured the way he tortures us so this was a glorious find (though the roles do reverse in the end but whatever THIS WAS GREAT).
Obey (Jimin x reader) by @sugasgrowl
sub!jimin. Must I say more? I spontaneously combusted like ten times while reading this and would gladly undergo that again because it’s so nice to read fics where the roles reversed and I would give up a limb to see Jimin in such a debauched state.
All To Myself (Jimin/Yoongi x reader) by @mint-tape: “It’s hard to be a vlogger when half your subscribers care more about your hot friends than you.”- Y/N, from her April 23, 2016 vlog titled ‘Jimin shows his stupid abs 8 times (not clickbait)’
THIS IS ONE OF THE MOST CREATIVE FICS I HAVE EVER READ IN MY LIFE. All the ‘videos’ and the ‘comments’ and just everything about this is absolute perfection. The characters are all diverse and the OC is really likeable. Just. I’m glad I found this fic, it’s so unique and all these extra goodies make the read even more fun.
The Blue Notebooks (Jimin x reader) by @inktae: time travel au
Honestly, I don’t even know what to write about this because I’m still speechless. No words can capture how beautiful the writing is (all her work is beautiful) and how well emotion is captured in this. Everything is so thought out and all these little details come together to form the bigger picture. Do yourself a favour and read this as well as all the rest of the OP’s writing. She is so freaking talented and we are all blessed to be able to read her work.
…Sorry, that got ridiculously long. @_@ For member x reader fics I tend to read Jimin/Jeongguk focused stuff, if it’s not incredibly obvious… Oops. Am I Jimin biased or jiguk biased? Anyway. I hope this list helped and I’m sorry it took so long for me to respond, I just wanted to get through some of the fics I had saved in case I wanted to recommend them. Enjoy!
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