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[Slaps character like one does the hood of a car] this little stinker is jam-packed with so much trauma, you wouldn't believe it, pal !
#slaps character like a car- this little guy is just one darn red flag after the other!#i am ofc talking abt my beautiful tristan babyboy. sister and roman empire enjoyer. occasional cult leader. always an ally#the type of guy who will be like 'im a supporter of gays rights' without mentioning hes one of the aforementioned gays#the type of guy who will construct situations#you know... just a situation maker kinda guy... a real troublesome boy#oh and did i mention his parents are both child psychologist !!! no wonder hes messed up beyond belief#writing
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Obligatory "in good faith" premise.
I've seen an argument against tme/tma that focuses on the fact that there's no similar terms for other types of oppression (as in, no terms like "racism affected/exempt"), and how tme/tma aren't good terms because they imply there's people who can't be affected at all by transmisogyny, regardless of whether it would be "misdirected" or not (which I do think it would be, although a lot of people against tme/tma would disagree).
Since tma/tme functionally ends up meaning just "transfem" and "not transfem" (or at least that's how ive seen it used and advocated for), do you think there's something to the idea that we could just say that instead when discussing transmisogyny? Or is there something about these specific terms that adds to the conversation?
I mean, I guess it would be awkward to put "not transfem" in your bio maybe
i mean like. there are those terms, though, those terms dfo exist, they're jsut called 'poc' and 'white'. liike the construction of 'whiteness' is such that it basically literally means 'racism exempt' within the context of white supremacy (which is ofc the context in which most discussion of racism takes place).
i feel like people are really getting caught up on like, 'exempt' and 'affected' as like, total absolutes 100% of the time and bringing up edge cases as though this absolutely refutes them when i think that's not a particularly useful thing to do for what are fundamentally abstractions for discussing a particular set of nuanced and diverse relations to transmisogyny! like obviously every single person has a unique and specific relationship to transmisogyny, but that doesn't make the terms useless an ymore than 'gay' or 'trans' are useless because people have complicated sexuality or gender situations.
& i think that if we started saying 'transfem / not transfem' then all the exact same edge cases and arguments would just start shifting onto the definition of the word 'transfem'. which i don't think is synonymous with TMA. i think that e.g. arguing that drag queens who regularly have their lives threatened by nazi militiamen with guns are not Transmisogyny Affected is kind of sillygoofy, right, but a lot of them don't identify as transfem! & i think moreover that saying 'trans women' and 'non trans women' kind of is the exact same maneuver as people who say 'don't say cis' because like the implicit content of using those constructions is that there are 'default' people who need no descritpor and then there are 'transfems', right?
+ i think TME/TMA are valuable because they articulate exactly what's relevant about the distinction, which is a relationship to transmisogyny. like a trans guy isnt 'TME' because he's a trans guy, but because if he gets into an argument with me he can pull out the classic 'aggressive' 'scary' 'creepy' 'predatory' 'sexual deviant' cards and try to have me socially murdered and have people side with him by default, something he shares with a cis guy and a cis girl in the exact same situaiton. because of the Trans Misogyny that i am Affected by and he is Exempt From and that therefore can be weaopnized against me in any interaction.
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Hey y'all! So I saw this really ~entertaining~ post by @janitorhutcherson the other day and got inspired to write a little drabble based on it. Sorry if this isn't great, this is quite literally my first time ever writing any form of fanfiction much less smut so feel free to give constructive criticism. Hope you guys enjoy this!
WARNING- 18+, consume this content at your own discretion (smut under the cut)
The original post~ peeta mellark the type of man to stick his hand between your thighs under the table at dinner while having the nerve to force you to make conversation
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The plans had been set for days, but you still let out a deep sigh pulling on your favorite black dress and throwing your hair into a loose updo before flopping onto your bed. You and your long term boyfriend Peeta Mellark were scheduled to meet with Haymitch and Katniss for dinner and you were already going to be late. Peeta walks into your shared bedroom, his blonde hair slicked back and muscular frame emphasized by his white button up and half-done bowtie. "Babe, we've gotta be out the door in five minutes or else Katniss might literally shoot me" the older boy says while sitting down onto the bed next to you. "I know, I know, but you're the one whose made us this late already!" you retort, sitting up to run your hands through his gorgeous hair. You laugh as he makes an annoyed face and moves to fix his appearance, so you remind him "Peeta, you look good no matter how your hair is styled, now lemme get that bowtie so we can leave." He gives you a slight eye roll, but can't help but smile when you tug on the pathetic attempt of a knot your boyfriend tied on his neck. "You know if you wanted to choke me, all you had to do was ask" he teases, making your face go slightly red as you look away. "Oh shut up bread boy, in your dreams" was your only response as you gently fix his bowtie and straighten it on his neck. "Do I look perfectly handsome yet?" he jokes, cocky grin on his face, and you sigh. "Sure you do loverboy, just not as gorgeous as I do" you say with a wink.
You arrive at the resturaunt at 7:18, much to the dismay of Peeta who had promised a prompt 7:15 reservation for the quartet. You grab his hand and drag him into the building, where he sheepishly looks around for his companions. "Peeta! Y/N! We're over here!" you hear a familiar rough alto lilt. "Hey Katniss!" Peeta greets shyly as you two walk over to the corner of the restaurant. You feel your boyfriend lean his head into yours and hear him start to whisper "this place has a no bow and arrow policy, right?" You can't help but giggle aloud at his comment. Even though Katniss was a legend with her weapon of choice, you knew she would never hurt anyone unless necessary, even if they are wandering into dinner late. "Where's Haymitch off to this time?" you wonder aloud, glancing around the resturaunt for sight of the older man. Katniss rises from where she is seated to give you a warm embrace while sighing. "He ran off to the bathroom a few minutes ago, but knowing him he could be halfway to the Capitol at this point". Turning to Peeta, she opts for a gentle flick on the nose and an eye roll, "for almost certainly being the reason you're both late". You all get situated into the booth, you and Peeta next to each other and Katniss across, with room for Haymitch whenever he appears again.
You're deep into your second round of drinks, gossiping about Gale's newest act of narcissism when Haymitch stumbles up to the table with a lopsided grin on his face. You're not quite sure, but you think you hear him mutter something about "bread boy and his flower girl" under his breath, and you blush at the nickname. The first time Peeta had introduced you to his loved ones, Haymitch and Katniss included, you had prepared a fresh bouquet from the forest behind your cottage for each of them. While most found the gesture sweet, Haymitch laughed playfully at you and told Peeta he had found a keeper. You snap our of your memories when you hear Peeta ask "Y/N, do you know what you wanna order?". "Oh sorry, I'll just get some fried noodles if that works?" you reply, to which he nods.
"So anyways Y/N, how is your little kitten doing? Last I heard he was tearing up your bedsheets at night with those sharp claws" Katniss remarked. You're about to answer when Haymitch pipes in, "I think the bedsheets were torn by someone else we know", a smug smirk resting on his face. You can feel your face flush as Peeta nearly chokes on his drink next to you, sputtering in shock at his mentor's crass insinuation. After a moment of shocked silence, you reply "oh yeah he's a little troublemaker little Charlie, silly little guy". 'Real smooth, Y/N' you think as you internally groan. "Well then..." Katniss thankfully intervenes, "Buttercup has been a complete menace the last few days and we can't figure out why". You zone out a bit as she explains the older kitty's disasterous ways until you're snapped back to reality by the familiar feel of Peeta's hand on your thigh. This wasn't an uncommon occurances for the two of you; you know how much your boyfriend loves to tease you while you were out together, but doing so in the company of others was completely new. You cast him a questioning glance out of the corner of your eye, still stuck in the world inside your own head. "I just don't see why you let those furry rascals behave like that. They seem more trouble than they're worth" Haymitch grunted. 'Oh right, cats' you remember and quickly start "our little Charlie is just too cute to discipline too much, he should grow out of his kitten curiosity soon enough". From beside you, Peeta responds "I tried to yell at him for getting fur in my dough, but Y/N scolded me instead". All you could think about was his hand dancing up your inner thigh until he's so close to where you need him. 'Is he absolutely insane?!' you ponder as you kick his leg under the table. "Hmm, seems like there might be a little trouble in paradise over there" Haymitch declared, to Katniss' disapproval. "No, I'm sure they're too infatuated with each other to even consider arguing over parenting a cat" she chortles as you force yourself to laugh along.
The only thing on your mind is Peeta. Peeta's strong arms rubbing against your side as you talk. Peeta's smooth voice laughing alongside your own. Peeta's thick fingers sliding the hem of your dress up further and further to gain access to the one place he truly desires. Thankfully, Katniss and Haymitch seem to be unaware of the tension unfolding across the booth from them as they bicker over who knows what. You hear Peeta chime in "Well I guess that makes sense, but wouldn't the Capitol stop that from happening in the first place?". Asshole, how could he be so calm and collected while his fingers are rubbing circles into your upper thigh. "FUCK!". You can't help but yelp in surprise and unexpected pleasure as Peeta's fingers slide under your underwear and slip between your wet folds. Conversation at the table halts as your three companions look at you with concern, but you can see a taunting glimmer in your boyfriend's eyes as he remarks "babe, are you feeling alright?". Katniss quickly chimes in, "I can call Prim if you're ill, her healing abilities are getting better every day.". 'Goddammit Peeta' you think as you try to formulate a coherent response. "Oh no no no no I'm alright, I just got a little cramp in my leg is all, everything is alright now" you reassure the group, making extra care to glare at the blonde boy next to you.
He just hums in response, sliding his fingers up so they rest on your swollen clit. 'Oh what a jackass'. "Anyways, how is Effie doing these days? Haven't seen her in weeks." Peeta asks as he starts making slow circles over your clit. Your breathing quickens. Across from you, Haymitch starts explaining "her mother got ill, she's been staying with her parents while helping her mom recover". You're trying to listen, but your eyes slide shut as Peeta's gentle caresses turn more rough, gaining speed and pressure against your throbbing clit. You let out a sigh as you feel a finger prod at your sensitive entrance, slowly sliding in and exploring it's newfound territory. 'You're alright, Y/N. Breathe in, breathe through, breathe deep, breathe out. Don't give him the reaction he's looking for and he should stop.'. Another finger enters, curling into your sweet spot. Katniss and Peeta have moved onto grilling Haymitch about just *how* he knows so much about Effie's life as the older man sputters trying to find an excuse. As Peeta's fingers keep moving inside you, you're grateful for the excuse to recluse yourself from the conversation. A few weeks before Effie departed for the Capitol, she had drunkenly confessed to you the extent of she and Haymitch's relationship. She proceeded to swear you to secrecy, a vow you refused to break.
All was going well in the conversation, or as well as it could be with your boyfriend steadily assaulting your core with his rough hand, until Peeta glances at you and asks "well Y/N, since Effie told you you can't say anything from that night how about instead you tell us about when Effie accidentally got high on her birthday flowers you gave her?". "I'm sorry, the time she WHAT?" Katniss gawked at the blonde's outrageous statement before turning to you. "Now this is a story we have to hear" Haymitch pitched in, a confused smile lurking on his lips. "Well babe? You've gotta share now" Peeta smirks, moving his fingers inside you at an increased rate. "W- w- well it was Effie's birthday like Peeta said" you began, all of your focus going into keeping your voice steady as your boyfriend continued his movements, "a- and I couldn't afford a r- real gift for her so I gathered a nice bouquet from the f- forest.". You couldn't find the words you needed, your brain instead resorting to a steady chant of 'Peeta, Peeta, Peeta, Peeta'. You take a deep breath in, more of a gasp, before trying to continue "basically Effie thought they would be edible so she put them on her slice of cake Peeta made her and I found her later in town trying to play catch with a stray cat". You heave a sigh of relief as Katniss and Haymitch start laughing, too enamored by your tale to notice your speedy finish and reddening face. Just as you think you're in the clear, Peeta slides a third finger into your entrance while challenging "yeah, and what happened after that babe?". At this point you can barely breathe, needing an escape from this booth and fast, so you say "sorry I need to go to the restroom" and try to close your thighs to stand up. Peeta, however, has other plans, telling you "you can go in just another minute, you've gotta finish your story for me first" with a wink. You feel his fingers moving in and out of you, curving perfectly into the spot that nearly makes you see stars, as you try to stammer "I got Peeta to h- help a- and the stray cat was C- Charlie who we rescued". "You feel the muscles in your stomach start to contract and you know if Peeta doesn't stop his ministrations right now you're going to cum at the table. Your hand flies down to grab his wrist and he instantly halts his movement, retracting his hand and subtly helping you resituate your garments before you stand and rush to the bathroom. The last thing you hear as you're leaving the booth is the blonde whisper "good girl" into your ear, making you weak in the knees.
'Get yourself together Y/N' you thought as you splashed cool water on your face. You had been so close to your orgasm you could almost taste it, and now you had to calm your mind and body before you return to the group and finish dinner. You took a few more deep breaths and thoroughly readjusted your clothing to hide any lingering evidence of your encounter before stepping back out into the resturaunt and rejoining the table.
In the time it took you to compose yourself and return, food had been served and your three companions had already began to dig into their meals. "Hey, you're back, are you sure you're feeling alright?" Katniss questions, genuine concern shining through her usually flat tone. "Yeah I'm alright, that leg cramp was acting up again so I just needed to stretch it out a little bit" you lie as you sit down to try your noodles. The rest of the meal goes smoothly, and attention is diverted from you when Haymitch finally decides to reveal some details about him and Effie. As the four of you laugh away the evening, you feel like you're at home, surrounded by the people you love most in life. "Well, it was a pleasure getting to see you guys tonight" Peeta sighs standing up and stretching. Your group ended up staying at the resturaunt until all of you are yawning trying to stay awake amidst your chaotic conversing. As all of you stand up and start grabbing your jackets, Haymitch asks "is anybody interested in catching dessert before we all depart? I'm personally stuffed but I guess I'll cover you guys for some cake, my treat". Katniss smiles, but replies "I'm good Haymitch, use that money to buy Effie something nice", then laughs. You catch Peeta's eye with an inquisitive glance, but notice his eyes darken as he turns to you with a smirk. He responds, "Thanks Haymitch, but I think Y/N has dessert covered for me tonight."
#peeta mellark#peeta mellark smut#josh hutcherson#josh hutcherson smut#hunger games#the hunger games#mike schmidt#mike schmidt smut
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Chapter 5: From the Ground Up
From: You Catch More Bees With Honey Series
Pairing: Mob! Bucky x Farmer! Reader
Summary: It’s time for Bucky to take charge in your absence.
Word count: 4,065
Content/warnings: Interrogation, restraints (not in the sexy way), allusions to violence, swears, name calling, pet name usage, female reader, kissing, horseback riding?
Author’s Note: I REALLY loved writing this chapter. This is where we start to see the other storylines of the Outta Nowhere AU emerge, so keep an eye out as those get released.
Dividers by @firefly-graphics
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Bucky was mad-no, he was seething as he paced back and forth in your home office. It was in the wee hours of the morning when his private jet had landed on the local airstrip. Within that same hour, Sam had personally escorted in the little nerd responsible for a good third of the turmoil going on in Bucky’s head: Jake.
Sam had taken the liberty of pre-binding his hands and duct taping his mouth shut. Bucky was going to enjoy ripping the goatee straight off his mousy little face.
Five hours ago
As soon as Steve had gotten off the phone with Bucky, he called the construction crew. They kept them on call for things like this, but the two of them never thought the stakes would be this high. It wasn’t often that someone important and non-expendable was put in this type of danger, let alone someone Bucky cared about. As he was finishing up the call and directing them towards your house, Sam reached out to him with a sticky note.
On it was a name and the address to an apartment in the city, along with Sam’s scrawled ‘pick her up on your way over.’ Steve nodded as he hung up his call and placed another, grabbing the duffel bag he kept packed by the door and heading out.
Three Hours Later
Bucky hadn’t left your side since the rocks collapsed. Luckily, the two of you had been able to find a small gap in the rocks where you both sat. It wasn’t large enough to keep air circulating, but it was big enough to at least allow the two of you to talk with each other. You and Bucky had shared so much, from him sharing his first business operation with Steve, to you detailing crazy college stories of when you, your roommate, and Curtis would hang out.
Bucky laughed along. There was a whole side of you he never knew. He had studied intently what showed up on paper, and he knew the hardships you’d faced from your deep conversation last week, but this? This was a whole new, more playful side. He was surprised to see your spirits so high despite the situation.
“I do not believe that one bit. No way you were climbing up clock towers at school just to steal the clock hands, or a random brick or whatever. You’re too straight-laced.”
You laughed and rolled your eyes as you leaned your head back against the stone wall. “Oh please, people already pay so much to go there, if anything, I had more than the right to do it. Our money pays for that stuff. Technically we owned it. Not the school.”
Bucky snorted. “You didn’t even pay tuition. Didn’t they pay you to go there?”
“That’s besides the point, Bucket. Fight the man. And anyway, if you think I’m straight laced, you should meet my roommate.”
Bucky grimaced. “Yeah, about that. She’s on her way here right now.”
Your ears perked up. “Decks is on the way? Oh, that’s good. She’ll be super helpful. She’s so organized, although, I can’t imagine she took well to whoever had to interrupt her beauty sleep. Who’s the poor guy?”
Bucky sharply inhaled. “Steve.”
“Oooo hooo hoo.” You laughed. “That’ll be a fun one for both of them. They’re either gonna love or hate each other. What are all the rest of the ETAs?”
Bucky looked at his watch. Well, really, he had been checking his watch this whole time to monitor his pulse, which was over 100 consistently since the tunnel buckled. He was shaking with concern for you, but kept his voice level to keep you calm, a trick he and Steve had worked tirelessly to master. “Ummm… looks like the construction crew should be here within the hour. And I’ll bet Decks and Steve will be pulling up any minute.”
You hummed in acknowledgment. “Anyone else coming that I should know about? So I can figure out where they’ll best fit around the farm? Decks is great with the animals.”
You hadn’t heard all of Bucky’s or Curtis’s phone calls earlier since they stepped out of the cave to make them with better reception. Bucky didn’t want you to know Jake was on the way, mostly because he knew you’d make him promise not to hurt the rat, and he didn’t want to have to make that promise with the high likelihood it would be broken. He decided a better move would be to change the subject.
“So where did the nickname ‘Decks’ come from anyway?”
“Oh! Well it’s actually-“
Bucky heard footsteps near the mouth of the mine. He did his best to politely cut you off. “Wait, Honey, I’m so sorry, quiet for one second.”
He sat there and silently listened, the rustling becoming closer and clearer until he identified it as hooves clopping gently against the soft ground. He heard Curtis’s voice say something vaguely before he moved to get his feet underneath him and brush off his pants.
“I think Curtis is here with Steve and Decks. I don’t want anyone else to come in, just in case it’s still too unstable. Can you tell me exactly what you need them to do?”
You nodded, even though you knew Bucky couldn’t see it and began to lay out the instructions. Decks and Steve weren’t here to clean out the tunnels, they were here to help keep the farm running until you were freed, and no one knew how long that would take. It was best to keep only those who could be closely trusted around until this was all figured out. God forbid the authorities come knocking, or worse yet, Cole. Bucky held onto your every word before briefly leaving the tunnel to relay the information.
Bucky returned to you shortly after instructing Curtis to take Steve and Decks back to the house so they could rest before their long day tomorrow. Everything needed to run as smoothly as possible to not raise suspicion from your absence, which they were going to claim was due to a corn crop farmer’s conference out in Iowa if anyone asked.
After another hour with you, Bucky let you know the construction company arrived and was starting to stabilize the ceiling so they could dig you out. “I’ve gotta go deal with some business, so I’ll be back soon. Plus, I can’t get in the way of these vehicles. But say the word to one of the crew and I’ll be back here in a minute flat. I promise.”
Bucky’s promises meant a lot. That was something you had learned in your conversations. He never said something unless he had a plan to deliver. A man’s word was everything in his line of work.
“Okay, I’m going to hold you to that!” You yelled back.
Bucky chuckled. “I’m going to send Sam back here as soon as he arrives. He’ll keep you company.” And with that, Bucky made his way back to the house.
So this is where Bucky found himself, walking back and forth menacingly behind Jake, who had been tied down to the guest chair in your office. Jake’s eyes shifted back and forth with nervousness as he tried and failed to hold back whimpers and near-hyperventilating breaths.
Bucky had been silent for only ten minutes. He liked the way it made them squirm. He could sit and stare all day, completely unbothered, as anyone he interrogated slowly lost their mind. Of course, there were other, more fun ways, to get information, but he wouldn’t dare mark up your home. He’d never let the one they called ‘The Winter Soldier’ be unleashed in your sanctuary. This is the closest he would ever get, though, and it would never be seen by you.
Bucky stalked around Jake and crouched in front of him. “A milk maid came in here and told me that you’d given him information about this farm. Care to share?”
Jake shook his head vigorously and whined through the duct tape over his mouth. Bucky leaned in closer. What was more terrifying than being yelled at by him? Bucky with an alarmingly level voice.
“Sorry, I couldn’t quite catch that. I can help you talk a little better, but you’ve gotta be quiet. There are people upstairs sleeping, and I can’t guarantee they’ll be as nice as me if you wake them. Promise to be good?”
Jake nodded carefully and slowly. Bucky reached for the tape at the corner of Jake’s mouth and ripped it off quickly. Jake’s head lurched forward, his mouth open with a silent scream between gasping breaths. Bucky examined the sticky side of the tape. There was no hair on it. The steam from Jake’s mouth must’ve reduced the stickiness just enough that it didn’t cause damage. Shame.
Bucky slammed his hands over Jake’s on the armrests of the chair. “Tell me everything.” He gritted out between clenched teeth.
Jake giggled uncomfortably. “Uh….there’s not really much to know, mister…sir….does this have to do with Peach? I thought she owned this farm now. Where is she?”
Bucky growled. “That’s not important right now, but yes, this is about this farm. Tell me everything you told the guy with the soft hands and the jackets that were too crisp to indicate a day of work in his whole life.”
Bucky had no intention to associate that with his own designer crisp suits that he wore everyday back in the city. That was different, it was a totally separate line of work, plus, he wasn’t trying to pose as something that he’s not when he wore them. Anyway, he’s not the one on trial here.
“Oh! You mean Cole? Fucking prick.” Jake mumbled looking down and to the side. “I can promise whatever he said to you was a lie. That guy’s always been awful. He hides a demon face behind his handsomeness.”
Bucky didn’t want to be on Jake’s side, but he couldn’t argue with that. But to keep him talking, Bucky leaned in closer, moving his hand towards the knife on his belt loop. Jake flinched and raised his hands in surrender as much as he could with his wrists tied down.
“Okay, okay, I promise I didn’t say much. At least not on purpose. I was at an investors party up in San Francisco when Cole bumped into me. He was bragging about how he had just inherited his parents’ company and it was way bigger than when we were in high school. Frankly, I didn’t care, I make an effort to forget about a lot from back then, mostly him, so I tried to disprove him by saying that there are still nice little farms around despite his family’s efforts. I told him I still had my mom buy me honey that Peach makes, herself.” He hung his head in shame.
Bucky huffed as he leaned back against your desk and crossed his arms. “Well, way to go. You know, they painted you to be some genius, but you’re an absolute idiot.”
Jake looked up and scrunched his nose. “Well I actually prefer the term loser, bu-“
Bucky raised his hand to stop Jake from talking. “I really don’t care. What matters is that you’ve made a mess for Honeybee that inconveniences all of us. I’ve gotta be the one to work on cleaning this up while she’s otherwise occupied.”
Jake cocked his head to the side and furrowed his brow in confusion. “Who the fuck is ‘Honeybee?’ Are we talking about the same person?”
Bucky sighed and wiped a hand over his face, stopping with it covering his mouth. He looked at the helpless man in front of him. How had you ever dated this guy? If he used to be great, what on Earth happened to him? “God, you’re slow to catch on. Yes, it’s the same person, but I don’t think the sweet peach you used to know and love is in there anymore. Not after you abandoned her. And especially not after you gave up her operation on a silver platter to Cole.”
Jake swallowed as he caught on. He had seen the devious glint in Cole’s eye when they had run into each other, but just thought it was a product of Cole’s braggadocious success. Not his complete hunger for domination. Despite the way Jake left, he still cared for you. He didn’t want to see the thing you loved taken away, especially by the guy who caused him so much grief. The guy your family defended him from on so many occasions. He felt awful. You’d taken care of Jake when he was around, but when the opportunity came for him to do the same for you, he failed.
Tears began to well up in his eyes. “I’m so sorry. Whatever I can do to help, I will, please, misterrrr…….”
Bucky’s shoulders pushed back in arrogance. Jake squealed all the information he had and didn’t even know the name of the man interrogating him. That wouldn’t do, especially if Bucky wanted to eventually release Jake back out into the wild once this was all over. He made a mental note to have someone coach Jake on how to not give up sensitive intel so easily. But for now, Bucky would take advantage of the ease of informational access.
“Barnes. You get to call me Barnes.”
“Ooh! So like a cool nickname only I get to use? I feel so special.”
Bucky chuckled dryly at that. Jake really was clueless. “No. Not at all like that.” Bucky leaned forward, elbows on his knees as his face inched closer to Jake’s.
“Now tell me everything you know about the mines.”
Jake’s eyebrows raised. “Oh? Those old things? Yeah, Peach and I used to make out in the-“
Bucky waved his hand again as he closed his eyes, unable to look at Jake for another second. “No. Skip that part. What else?” He quickly said, dismissively.
“I know they’re old? Like crazy old and probably prone to collapse at this point. But Pe- I mean, your Honeybee does some occasional civil engineering contracting work. She could probably easily whip up a plan to reinforce them.”
Bucky looked at Jake more intently. He liked the way Jake said his Honeybee, but he couldn’t let that distract him right now. And anyway, you were very much your own person. Far from his. If anything, he was yours. He knew about all your business endeavors, but not those kinds of specifics. “Keep talking.”
“Yeah, I kept up with her after school-well, more like I asked my mom to keep up with her. Apparently she’s like, designed bridges for town and stuff. Why? What’s going on with the mines?”
“That’s not technically your business.” Bucky stood there, debating on his next move.
Jake’s eyes lit up as he gasped loudly. “Oh my gosh. Is she in trouble!? Did she get hurt in a mine!?”
Bucky slapped his hand over Jake’s mouth and whisper yelled at him. “What did I say about keeping it down?”
Jake winced and whispered back. “Sorry. Does Curtis know?”
Bucky nodded. “Yes. And he’s upstairs sleeping. Don’t. Poke. The Bear.”
Jake nodded again. He was being so compliant, Bucky figured he could let a few more details slip. Maybe Jake was a little smarter than Bucky gave him credit for. “She’s trapped in one of the smaller caves. I’ve already got a construction crew digging her out.”
“Wait wait wait. You guys have a proper plan for this, right? You’ve gotta put supports in first and then calculate the load-bearing rocks. You can’t just go willy-nilly digging or it could get worse.” Man, based off that language, Bucky had no doubt Jake truly did grow up around you.
“Good observation, Jakey. That’s where you come in. I know I could’ve just called you if I wanted to know what you told Cole, but I needed you in person to know how serious I am. Grab your little computer and we’ll get going so you can run the calculations while Honeybee talks you through them. You can still ride a horse, right?”
Jake moved to get up, only to be stopped by the restraints. Bucky turned around from the door, voice dripping with fake sympathy. “Oh, that’s right, my bad. I’ll get you untied and then we can go.”
Sam was talking with you about where to put which construction vehicles when he heard hooves make their way to the entrance. Bucky dismounted the back of a horse holding a laptop, followed by Jake who was riding ahead of him on that same horse.
“Not a word of this, Samuel.” Bucky growled lowly into Sam’s ear with clenched teeth. “I’ve already threatened the kid with the same.”
Bucky still had no idea how to ride a horse on his own, but would never admit that, so he was actually extremely grateful that Jake could take the reins. Sam had taken the other horse to get to you, leaving only one back at the house for him and Jake to use.
Bucky handed Jake the laptop and patted him on the back harshly, making it more of a shove. This led him to the small hole where you and Sam had just been talking.
Bucky followed at a quicker pace, reaching the area just before Jake could and held his arm out in front of the blond to bar him from going any farther. “Hi Honey, it’s me. I brought you a little present to help out, I hope you’re not mad. It’s your old friend Jacob from high school. Say hi.”
“Jake? Like… Jensen?” You responded, trying to look through the small hole unsuccessfully.
“Yeah, Peach, it’s me. I’m here to get you out. A-and Mr. Barnes wants you to know he’s been nothing but kind to me.” Jake clutched his laptop firmly to his chest, leaning over to be heard better through the small opening.
Bucky gave a stern nod to Jake for already responding well to his coaching on the way over here. Jake sat down by the hole where Bucky had sat before and got to work.
“Okay, Bee. Like I told you before, you say the word and I’ll be here in a minute. You can time me.”
“Where are you going?” He could hear the slight worry in your voice.
“To run a farm. And by that, I mean listen to Curtis.”
You giggled. “Okay, Bucket. See you soon.”
He looked back and smiled before turning towards Sam and pointing into his chest. “You tell me the second she’s close to getting out. I’ll be there.”
Sam nodded. “Sure thing, boss. Need help getting back up on your horse?”
Bucky was already turned away and heading back to your house. He waved a hand dismissively. “No. I’m walking.”
Sam chuckled as he watched the mob boss trudge away. He knew something had shifted in Bucky’s feelings. And he definitely had his suspicions that Bucky couldn’t ride a horse.
When Bucky returned to your house, he didn’t go upstairs. He feared the creaking of the steps would wake Decks, Curtis, and Steve. Plus, he knew he wasn’t going to sleep. Why would he when there was so much to do to help you? He would just get in the way at the mines, so he went into your office. He pulled out the files and article you had planned to show him the previous night regarding Cole from the kitchen, and as he sat down in your chair, he saw a contract with a familiar watermark. Shit.
Fuck. Shit. Bitch.
The letterhead was from ‘Turners Farm Corporation,’ which he had expected, but the associated law firm was ‘Hansen & Co.’ Bucky had his fair share of law firms in his back pocket, but this was not one of them. In fact, it was quite the opposite.
Lloyd Hansen was something of Bucky’s rival in the city. He was an unhinged lunatic. Where Bucky ran things with honor, poise, and calculated movements, Lloyd was messy, unpredictable, and reckless. He’d been trying to make multiple steps into Bucky’s territory, geographically and business-wise, but Bucky had done a decent job at shutting it down thus far.
And now Cole was in cahoots with Lloyd, well, not him directly on paper, just his bitch-ass sister who ran the firm. Bucky couldn’t believe-well, actually he could. He could believe that Cole would have teamed up with Hansen to build enough power for a takeover, especially considering it didn’t add up if Cole was making these moves on his own.
Fired by frustration that more than supplemented the sleep Bucky lacked from not just tonight, but this whole week, he snapped a picture of the contract and sent it to Sam. Sam would make sure it made its way through the right channels and contacts still back in the city. For now, Bucky had a more important priority than personally dealing with business: You. He had never been so grateful for Sam.
As he skimmed through the final page of the contract Cole had proposed to you, the first rooster crowed. Bucky got up to gather the eggs and make breakfast like any other day in the routine he’d grown so familiar with over just the past two weeks. But instead of cooking for you, he was cooking for the small army that came to your aid.
Curtis came barreling down the steps first, followed by Decks, and then eventually, Steve, who slumped and slinked down the stairs, reminiscent of Bucky’s first day doing the same. At least they were able to get themselves up.
Bucky plated their food, Curtis eyeing him with a small smile that Bucky failed to notice, and he sat down in his normal spot to start eating. He honestly didn’t have the appetite to do so, but he knew he’d crash without food since he already wasn’t sleeping, so he forced it down, preparing to go over the assignments with everyone once again.
Steve would be doing what Bucky had last week to set up the farmer’s market since it was scheduled to go again. Decks would be taking over the tasks you had, feeding the animals, and then doing sales with Bucky since people already knew his face. No need to raise more suspicion by introducing two new people to an event you were usually at.
Once everyone cleared their plates, they got to work, doing everything they could to be of assistance for the mob boss who was very evidently on edge.
It was early afternoon when Bucky got a call from Sam. He immediately picked it up.
“We’re close, boss. Only a couple more large boulders to go before there’s a big enough gap to pull her through.”
Bucky dropped the empty crates he was carrying onto the floor of the storage shed where he was returning them from the farmers market. Lucky for him, the storage shed was much closer to the mines than the barn.
Bucky was full-on sprinting in a way no one had ever seen. He never had to once he rose to power. All he did was walk, his long strides alone commanded enough respect. But this wasn’t about pride. It was about you.
He arrived at the mine entrance, breathing heavily, just as Sam was holding your hand, helping you step over a pile of sand and pebbles. Jake stood awkwardly to the side as you looked up from your feet to see Bucky quickly moving toward you. A smile took over your face and you sighed in relief. He scooped you up and spun you around before setting you down again and using his large hands to frame your face. Bucky didn’t care about the dirt and grime that had built up on the two of you. All he cared about was your safe return to his arms.
You watched as his eyes darted between yours and down to your lips. You wouldn’t hold back anymore. He had put all his resources into saving you, helping you. Without wasting another second, you leaned up on your toes and smashed your lips into his. When you pulled back, Bucky lost consciousness, collapsing in your arms.
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Under his influence (Post Avengers! Loki x female reader)
Read chapter 1 here // Series Masterlist
Chapter 2
Summary : The friendship between you and Loki grows as you both learn more about each other.
Warning: Soft loki alert again, Y/n is the type of y/n that says you know after every sentence..you know?, Mention of trauma and torture, drinking, cuddle bug do do do do, 4.5 k words approx
Loki took a deep breath as soon as he got inside the bathroom. Heavens Goodness this woman was choosing to trust him for some reason and he didn't want to do anything that would jeopardize her faith in him. He looked at himself in the mirror and out of nowhere it suddenly hit him that you were the only person who had trusted him in a very long time. Nobody trusted him. He was a trickster, a liar and now he was a mass murderer.
He clicked his fingers and the armor disappeared from his body, there were millions of bruises on every inch of his skin. That Hulk smash was brutal. He got under the shower and turned it to the coldest setting, as soon as the cold water hit his skin he was finally able to relax.
You kept hearing the knock on the door and you had a strong feeling who it could be. Mrs. Geller ofcourse
"Helloooo Mrs Geller" you gave her a fake cheery smile and you could tell she was trying to peek into your apartment.
"I thought I heard ya screaming" you gulped as she said that.
"I didn't scream..ohhh i actually did ..it was a rat..I saw a rat" you blabbed nervously.
"In your apartment?" She was disgusted by the notion.
"Yeah he was huge..bigggg bigg rat"
"Umm I hear the shower running" she said and you resisted the urge to roll your eyes. Sometimes you wanted to snap at her. Badly.
"Oh I was going to take a shower but then I heard you knocking soo"
"You know if there's a man in there you can tell me, i would be happy for you.. finally right?" You chuckled as she said that.
"There's no man i promise, you can come check if you don't believe me" you told her so she shook her head.
"Was only making sure you were safe dear"
"I know..I'm grateful.. thank you" you smiled and hugged her. She was just looking out for you but it felt like having a photocopy of your own mom, you didn't need another mom in life.
"I'll set a trap at my place..you do that too" she told you so you smiled.
"I will. Thank youuuu" As she went back to her apartment you took a deep breath. Okay there was still time, you could just call the Avengers and get yourself out of this situation before it would get even messier, you didn't even know this guy. What if he was just playing with you, they didn't call him the god of tricks for shits and giggles. Right?
"Y/n" you heard your name being called so you stepped closer to the bathroom door, he was peeking at you with his head out, his naked body remained hidden behind the door. He gave you a smile and that smile was going to be the death of you. Maybe you can get to know this man, he had given you no reason to not trust him until now. Besides you had the helpline number.
"Can I please get something to dry myself with?" He asked you so you walked towards the closet and came back to him with a towel. He had clothes in his vault but he needed an excuse to talk to you. Once he came out your eyes widened for two very different reasons, first of all those deep purple bruises on his body terrified you, he must had been in alot of pain and second of all you weren't expecting to see such a chiseled lean body hiding behind all that leather and metal.
"Ummm you could have just stayed in you know..you're barely clothed" you said to him so he gave his typical teethy smile again. For a terrorist, he did smile alot.
"Oh is this a nuisance?"
"You being half naked- dripping water everywhere in my living room? No it's not a nuisance at all" you answered sarcastically.
"Well nudity is a man-made construct..in Asgard--" He noticed the deathly glares so he decided to eat the rest of his words, you passed him an another towel and he used it to dry his hair.
His hair didn't look like a tree anymore, it looked soft and smooth and–
"Earth to Madame" you snapped out of your thoughts as he clicked his fingers. Should he tell you that he had clothes of his own? Probably not. "Do you have something for me to wear?"
You stomped on your feet and looked around your closet, there was a pair of black sweatpants and the matching t-shirt you had stolen from one of your boyfriends so you passed it to him, you turned around again as he dropped the towel from his waist to change.
"Thank you lady y/n" he mumbled after he was dressed. That shirt looked indecent on him, you were able to define every muscle underneath that tight constricted fabric.
"I'm going to shower too ..no funny stuff alright?" You warned him but he only got confused, his brows furrowed again, that gesture always made him look so innocent like an infant, a baby animal, a toddler.
He sat down on that ugly sofa and then he heard you yelling at him again which made him squeeze his eyes. The water must have been too cold for you, he'd have to keep that in mind, you were allowing him to stay here so graciously, he didn't want to ruin it. As you came out you asked him to stay right where he was, you wanted to put a bra under your clothes. He might have been a terrorist trickster god but he was still a man.
Grabbing the first aid box you made your way to the sofa and sat down next to him, he looked at your attire and it made him smile, you were matching with his attire from head to toe
"Ummm your cuts..will get infected..did they not patch you up?"
"Oh yes, they definitely patched me up before they arranged a feast to celebrate my presence here" you squinted your eyes in order to avoid an insulting retort. You poured the rubbing alcohol on a cotton swab then passed it to him. Should he tell you that he'd probably be alright by tomorrow?
"What shall I do about this ?" He asked you so you huffed before you snatched it away from him and rubbed it right on the long slit over his nose. He winced so you dabbed it in a gentle manner.
"Do you guys not have doctors or medicines on your alien planet?" He chuckled as you questioned him. Adorable. He found you adorable.
"Oh we do have our mighty healers over there. But it is all purely natural"
"Like ayurveda?"
"I suppose so"
"So what is your plan here? What are you trying to do" you asked him
"You want me to be entirely truthful?"
"There shouldn't be an alternative"
"I just want to loosen myself for a moment if you'd allow me to. It's been a while since I have had the pleasure of doing absolutely nothing"
"Awnnnn it must be a tough job terrorising other planets I am assuming" you pouted at the end of your sentence but he looked down in shame and it made you purse your lips together.
"I'm sorry..I am sorry I don't mean to be so snarky all the time"
"It's alright. I deserve that" his eyes teared up and then you felt even worse.
"Maybe you don't.. I..I don't know you or what happened with you and I shouldn't be judging you like this..so I just..it's just weird for me and I'm usually not this snappy. It's just ..things like this don't happen to me, it happens to other people you know? You know what I mean?" He shook his head as you said that. You suddenly leaned into him and his heart skipped a beat "What is that smell? My body wash doesn't smell like that?" You asked him and he gulped.
"Uhhh it's a scent"
"Like a perfume?"
"Yes"
"Huhh where did you get it from?" You asked him as you crossed your arms.
"My vault "
"Your what?"
"Vault..It's similar to that of a closet like the one you have..there"
"Uhhhuhh I hear you..And where exactly is this vault of yours?"
"In the outer space somewhere" your eyes widened as he said that but you didn't want to snap at him again, especially after you noticed the way he had flinched the last time. Was he used to being yelled at a lot?
"It smells expensive" he smiled as you said that. You saw the green shimmer you had seen before whenever he did magicky stuff, he waved his hand and there it was in his hand. A delicate looking bottle with the most intricate designs you had ever seen in your life.
"You can have it"
"Oh no nooo..I can't"
"I have plenty more where that came from, please have it for me. Just a small token of appreciation for the kindness that you have bestowed –"
"Okay I'll take it" you smiled and it made him smile too.
The door buzzed so you got up. It must be the pizza guy. You gave him a piece too but he didn't really like pizza, and found it too greasy.
After dinner you looked at him curiously. Where was he going to sleep? The couch was too small for him and-- there was only one bed.
Cliche. Cliche.
"So we sleep now?" He asked you
"Yeah, where are you planning to sleep?"
He looked at your bed and you shook your head immediately,
"Is this bedding pleasant enough for you? It looks small" he walked closer to the bed to inspect it as if he was the king of beds or something.
"It's all I can afford right now, after a long day I don't really care I just want to sleep..the apartment had all the other stuff but the thing I needed the most..I bought this one..it's my baby" he smiled and sat down on the bed. Your bed.
"Would you mind me asking about your occupation?" He asked you
"Yeah I'm a prostitute" he tilted his head and thought about it, he didn't want to say something offensive.
"Uhhh it serves you well?" You chuckled as he said that. He was adorable, if you hadn't seen his face all over the news you probably wouldn't have believed that this was the same guy who had supposedly terrorized the earth yesterday.
"I'm joking. I work in a gym, it's temporary..I .. have done a lot of things and changed a lot of jobs and anyways I'll sleep on the sofa because that's even tinier than the bed I got here and you won't fit in there because heyy you're taller than some of the buildings in Minnesota" you smiled at him but his eyes teared up instead. Why were you sacrificing your comfort for him? He didn't deserve your kindness.
"I am honored but –" he waved his fingers again and you gasped as you saw a bed a few feet away from your own. It was a lavish queen sized bed taking most of the space in your apartment
"That was in your closet?"
"Vault"
"Cool cool cool ..very well then.. get on your bed"
"No it's for you.. please take that one"
"Oh no no I'm not taking your princely sophisticated bed..noo" you said to him.
"It's for you" you took a few steps back until you hit the side of the bed
"I said no..are you listening to me? It's your bed, you'd fit in there and I want you to…ohh my godddd!!!!" you exclaimed as you sat down on the softest comfiest surface your butt has ever met with. He couldn't help but smile at your reaction
"Okay maybe I'll rest here for a minute..just 60 seconds okay?" you laid down and a small gasp escaped your throat, it was like floating in the heaven itself. This must be the bed they probably provide in heaven for all the heaveners.
"You do that"
"Just a minute"
"Sure" he laid down on your bed and it smelled like you, thoughts of wanting to cuddle with you infiltrated his mind so he smacked himself mentally, he can't possibly think about a woman he just met today in this sort of way. He turned the lights off as he watched you drifting into a deeper sleep and after several months he was finally able to fall asleep with no fear or threat looming over his head.
The next few days were insane, everyone was talking about him everywhere you went to and you were just seething internally everytime someone mentioned that war criminal Avengers were looking for. You hated how people talked about him and made assumptions, you didn't blame them, people got hurt in that attack, you were doing the same thing before you got to know him a little.
You had started to see him differently when he told you about his life in Asgard, he was a prince, a literal prince living under the shadows of his older brother, you have had friends and family members who wanted to upstage you so you understood his plight. When he told you about how he was the son of the monster all the Asgard despised, your heart rendered for him, everything he thought to be true about himself just didn't exist. One day he was the prince of Asgard and then in a moment his whole world was turned upside down.
"I just don't know who I am anymore, where do I even belong?" He mumbled and your eyes teared up, you didn't understand him completely but you understood some of it. You had felt lost most of your life. You placed your hand on his so he looked at you, his eyes were moist too and the sad look on his face always made you want to wrap your arms around him and hug him as tightly as you could.
"Ummm maybe with time everything will fall into the right place" he grabbed your digits in his large hand and then you felt his thumb rubbing against the back of your fingers, and it made your breath hitch in your chest. Everytime he touched you, you just wanted him to keep going but he never crossed that line of decency and you weren't sure if you wanted that either because you were enjoying having a friend who didn't seem completely selfish to his core.
"Time for margaritas" you got up and ruffled his hair with your hands before you moved to the kitchen. He probably wouldn't have allowed anyone to do it to him, nobody gets to touch his hair, but he owed you for literally saving his arse. Also because he enjoyed whenever you touched him like that.
"So do you have a girlfriend or something on your planet?" You asked him sheepishly as you sipped on your drink, it's been more than a week since he basically begged you to stay here and that particular curiosity has been bothering you since.
"A girlfriend?" He giggled
"Yeah like a lady friend, companion, consort sort of thing etc" That's right. You had books, you had Google on your phone.
"I do not have one at the present, ofcourse"
"But you used to?"
"I have been alive for a thousand years darling" your face flushed at the pet name. Damn!! he was a grand grand daddy.
"Yeah but not every person we are attracted to turns into a special person you know?" You asked him and he nodded.
"Well I was betrothed to the princess of Vanaheim, father - Odin wanted the alliance for political and regional purposes, safe to say I crushed all of his ambitions under my boots" he chuckled and you looked at him curiously.
"Arranged marriage? Did you like this Princess? I mean I don't know why you won't..she's a literal Princess but did you like her..like like her?" He kept staring at your face as you blabbed, his mouth curved into a smile and you just wanted to knock it off because it made you feel nervous.
"We met on every auspicious occasions, she was .. beautiful certainly " he let out a nervous laugh "Perhaps our affair would have developed further or not. Will never find out because I was thirsty for blood" he quoted his brother and even though he was smiling you could see the sadness on his features.
"Do you miss her?" You fidgeted with your fingers as you questioned.
"I only wish for her to be well. Enough of me, what about you? Are you of proper age to be wedded?" You burst out laughing as he said that
"Am I of age? I'm gonna be thirty in a week, THIRTY is like sixty for a woman here.. that's what my mom says by the way. Did you know I'm losing my eggs with time and I'll regret being alone if I don't find a guy right this moment and let him breed me so I could raise an insufferable depressed child just like me?" his brows remained furrowed as you finished your sentence.
"But you do not want to marry and have a child?" You sighed as he questioned, this was the part where it got really hard for you to explain what you wanted in life because everything you wanted was taken from you or just not meant for you. You turned your body towards him and he was looking at you with such intensity that you couldn't even maintain a proper eye contact, not for long anyways.
"I want it, I'm not against it but I want it with someone I want it with?" Your eyes teared up, you were slightly tipsy and you had someone listening to what you wanted to say, a man like him wanted to talk to you and all of it was making you emotional. He noticed the change in your mood so he scooted closer to you and placed his hand on yours again
"The first guy I ever remember liking was when I was 20, I was a late bloomer you see" you chuckled and he brought his fingers up to tuck your hair behind the ear, why would he do that? WHY WOULD HE DO THAT? God that tingled.
"What did he do?" He asked softly.
"He didn't do anything, he was just so confusing. I mean why would a guy talk to me everyday and flirt with me all the time if he didn't want to have something? One day he was into me the other day he was too broken from his past relationships, the third day he was again into me and then he'd ghost me point blank for two days and then he'd come back to repeat the cycle for months and I allowed it..it messed me up for a long time because he always made me feel as if I wasn't enough..as if I was doing something wrong and I continued to approach him even though he made it clear that he didn't want anything, because then i wondered if he'd come back in three days and change his tune again" as the tear slipped past your cheek he wiped it with his thumb, you felt his fingers running through your scalp and it calmed you down a little bit it was also making you feel several other things.
"You did nothing wrong my darling. He was a selfish,immature, pompous arse in the dire need of a distraction, i know of their kind very well" Well he grew up with their kind
"He's married now and I didn't even want to marry him because he was the least attractive man there ever could be. I don't even know why I liked him but it still hurts.. seeing people who had hurt you so much be so happy in life…it hurts" as your voice choked he instantly pulled you closer and wrapped his arms around you to hug you.
"Do you want to hear more?" You asked him between your silly cries.
"Yes" he answered instantly.
"The second guy was the guy who actually wanted to date me..I was 23, he was a year younger than me so it definitely was my fault, and it was a long distance relationship "
"Long distance?"
"Yeah like we were geographically apart?"
"So you never met each other?"
"We met twice" you facepalmed as you reeled in your stupidity "Long story short after a few months of the relationship and me not willing to put out for him, as in I didn't send nudes when he asked.."
"Nudes?" God he was so clueless about everything.
"Naked pictures of myself
"Understood"
"All of a sudden he didn't love me anymore you know and guess what? He fell for his best friend who had to be a girl of course.. you know what I ended up becoming? That girl in movies who comes between two obviously in love best friends. I got cheated on, I was led on, I got hurt and abandoned but somehow I was still the villain here..worst part is I liked him so much that even after he broke my heart we stayed friends and he'd ask me for tips so he could impress this best friend turned lover of his"
"And you gave him these tips he asked for?" He scrunched his nose
"Fucking yeahhh..I'm so stupid oh god..he broke up with me over the text, it was two days after he had told me that he loved me and saw a future with me..I'm so stupid"
"You're not stupid darling.. merely gullible"
"That doesn't make me feel any better"
He smiled as you said that but you weren't done talking. You'd talk until you'd drive this one away too. He'd probably get himself arrested after this. "Unfortunately I didn't just stop there ..i continued to befriend and get involved with selfish assholes all my life and now I'm old, I wasted my youth on those jerks and now I'm not as wanted as I was in my early 20s.. worst part is I wasn't even in love with those guys but I still allowed them to waste so much of my time and break me so much that I can't even trust anyone anymore"
"You're so far off the reality little one" he smiled so you glared at him.
"What?"
"You are ethereal, so very youthful as opposed to what you may choose to believe about yourself and you're so…" he gulped as he looked at you intently "Intriguing..any man would be fortunate to have a woman like you, but you do not deserve just any other man..you deserve the noblest of them all.. perhaps the reason you haven't found one yet " you sniffled as he finished his sentence.
"You are sweet"
"So you were not in love with them? Any of them?" He questioned so you shook your head in response. You loved some of them but you weren't in love.
"Noo..never. Maybe my perception of love has been skewed because of those romantic movies but I have never felt that intense type of love in my life..like ever. Never felt the chemistry..that bubbling scorching heat" he gulped as you said that as you got more and more animated with your hand gestures .
"Heattt?"
"Yeahhh you know when you're just so in love with someone that you just want to fuck them so hard, anywhere, everywhere..all the time.. and it doesn't matter how they look.. you just want to go wild on them because you're in loveeee"
"Perhaps you're confusing lust with love?" he blushed as he questioned so you shook your head.
"Noo the lust would mean you want to have raunchy sex with them and then go your separate ways. I don't want just thatttt..no no..i want to be there for this man..not just for the sex but for the bad and tough times..harddd hard times and for those insecure moments" you looked into his eyes and you could see his mouth open and close, because he had nothing to say. He was charmed.
"I want to treat him like he's the best thing to ever exist and I want to fuck him day and night because I'm so attracted to this gem of a man and then cuddle him until he's all happy in his head. And i want to gush about him all the time to every person i know and bite their ears off while I tell them how fucking gorgeous the love of my life is.. you knowwwww" he licked his lower lip as he looked at your heavy breaths after you finished your sentence. All of a sudden he wanted to be that man, he yearned to be the object of your fascination, he needed to be the man that you wanted to love and be in love with so deeply.
You couldn't stop staring at his lips and you kept wondering how it would be like to kiss him.
Oh god you were so very much attracted to him..oh fucking god.
Of course you were attracted to someone who you knew was way out of your league and practically non attainable. He wasn't even from this planet.
"You know if I'm ever talking too much especially after drinking margaritas you can just shut me up real quick" he chuckled as you said that.
"Pardon me for being unresponsive darling. I was just thinking about what you just said. It's uhh ..sweet and Passionate, it's alluring.. i understand now" Stop looking into his sea green eyes. Especially when he's talking.
"That's a relief..okay we should sleep" you gave him an awkward hug as you wished him good night. You could smell that cologne that you loved so much, the smell that resembled bergamot and roses.
Next morning you didn't have to work so you spent the day teaching him basic things in the kitchen, for example turning the stove on, making a nice cup of tea, or just simple eggs, he had never stepped a foot in the kitchen before but he was a fast learner. You noticed though that the heat was bothering him so after a while you threw him out of the kitchen.
That night you woke up and saw him trembling with fear on that tiny little bed, his knees were curled into his chest and he kept mumbling, asking them to not hurt him, he was begging someone to spare him today. You quickly got out of the bed and walked towards him, he always insisted on sleeping on your kiddie sized bed even though he was definitely too tall for it.
"Lokii?" You placed your palm on his forehead and he was sweating alot, you wiped the sweat beads off his skin with the sleeve of your shirt before you bent down on your knees at the edge of his bed.
"Looo? Wake up ..it's just a nightmare" god knew what he was seeing in that moment, he didn't tell you everything about him, or how much he had suffered. His eyes opened slowly and the lights were off but the window behind the bed made you able to see him.
"Are you okay?" You asked him softly and he sniffled in response then he shook his head, he sat up a little and you thought he wanted to talk to you but instead he leaned into you, wrapped his arms around your waist and pulled you on the bed next to him. God he was soo strong.
Also you didn't have a bra on.
He laid down with you, one of his arm stayed curled around your waist, you gasped a little as he hid his face between the crook of your neck, his lips too close to your cleavage but you didn't think he was even thinking about the closeness at the moment. Maybe he just wanted to hold someone and be held in return so that's what you gave him, you lifted his head up for a moment just so you could place your arm underneath, sure your nerves would be dead by tomorrow but you figured it would be worth it.
You had not even hugged him for more than a few seconds before this but then how come this didn't feel weird at all? Why did holding him so close felt so natural? You heard his little whimpers and it snapped you out of the daydreaming.
"You're okay I promise..you're okay" you mumbled softly as your fingers ran over his scalp while the other hand caressed his back, his hair was as soft as you had imagined it to be. His hand lowered down from your waist, it briefly brushed over your cheeks before he grabbed your thigh and hooked it around his waist then his arm held onto your waist again. Okay you were physically, mentally and officially turned on now, you could feel your lips quivering because of the intimate position. Both of them. You felt afraid you'd start to hump against him in the middle of the night.
He fell asleep soon after, leaving you all warm and tingly inside. You may or may not have kissed his forehead once he did.
The next morning you thought things would get awkward between you two but you had no idea that this innocuous cuddling thing was about to become an important part of your bedtime routine.
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Something bothering me after s3.e4. Zava's right, a lot. The first thing the guy says is that gender is a social construct! Hell yeah!
We all expected to hate him, expected him to be a Jaimie s1, and then he barges in to the scene saying all this stuff that we agree with. This episode where he talks about how we should name ourselves feels a bit "yes, king."
Except that it's not.
Zava does not ask Van Damme why he's Zoreaux because he wants Van Damme to look deeper, he does it because he was corrected by Van Damme on his name. Zava was wrong, and rather than admit that and move on Zava constructed a narrative in which he was right by using ideology that we already agree with.
It's a distraction technique. It's a massively toxic trait that is most often used by narcissists. It becomes impossible to argue with someone doing this, because you agree fundamentally with what they're saying, and the moment that you do you've fallen into a trap where the narcissist does not have to change their behavior or recognize their wrongs.
This particular situation is a small one, but it hints at something much bigger. The fact that Zava couldn't admit he was wrong over a more minor thing is a big red flag to me. Zava said what he said to protect his hero/idol status, and because he is the kind of man that cannot admit to his mistakes.
This also isn't the first time. His introduction is him sitting at Rebecca's desk. Which is clearly very creepy, but when he's called to answer to why he's there he distracts us by saying "gender is a construct." When he first speaks to Ted he simultaneously says the things all coaches want to hear and what he really means. "I am an empty vessel filled with gold. I am a rock, mold me." He's claiming he'll listen to Ted, but also very clearly saying that he will do what he wants in the end. He simultaneously says Will is the most important person and insults him by saying he's 11. We're used to himbo characters and seeing the best in people, but that just makes it all the easier to be taken in.
The writers are clearly using Zava to illustrate a new type of toxic male character we haven't yet seen on the show as of yet. And they're simultaneously demonstrating just how convincing narcissists are. They're so easy to like because they say the right things. Many of the fans of the show like Zava, and that's on purpose.
And the writers have also already told us exactly what Zava's going to do.
When Zava is first mentioned, Rebecca and Higgins talk about how he switches teams constantly. Now that we know Zava's character it's easy to connect the dots as to why that is. The moment people on the team wise up to who Zava actually is and stop hero worshiping him is the moment Zava skips town. He doesn't care what kind of situation that leaves his team in, because he's only ever been on a team of 1.
So what we'll see is that Zava will continue to use progressive words to prove himself right while being steadily more wrong and offensive. At some point that will cross a line where the team can no longer ignore it, and it will break the illusion of what Zava's been doing the whole time for both the team and the audience. Zava will immediately leave Richmond. And bc this is a tv show it will be at a moment where Richmond needs him the most.
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what i think on the whole making vessels thing the pale king did
first of all this is not about excusing pk, however the 'me exploding people who say pk is an asshole and throws kids in a pit with my mind' is very true, aside from the fact that it's literally not what happened, pk's character is all about a guy who was in a desperate situation without a good solution and saying that he's bad for what he did is missing the point. just like the colour scheme of his palace bro is morally grey.
there are things that i believe made his plan sound not as bad as it is before it's implementation, and some of my interpretation seems to differ to how it is more commonly seen (that i know of at least).
so what was the plan?
place eggs in he abyss and let the void animate their shells and voilà got some vessels.
why have the void?
well one reason is obvious - it's a natural enemy to the radiance of sorts, an opposite of light.
another one is the supposed belief that a creature of void does not feel or think. also yes the idea is that 100% of them are empty, that's the foundation it is on.
i believe that he has done some experimentation before making this plan(and possibly before the infection): he's the type to build and reasonably coming up with that shit requires familiarity with the void. so assuming that they would not feel pain or think could come from that, also not that insane for a god who gave bugs minds of their own to think that with walking examples of void constructs. so godly resilience and empty head, can't feel the pain he has to put it through and strong enough to contain another god.
why so many of them?
the reasoning for that is the same as why any creature has many kids: most of them not surviving for long. not just the climb, but just not even being born (which i think most of them just didn't) or dying right after (instability such as turning to liquid or crumbling shell).
the climb
so here's a thing i thought since playing the game years ago. the abyss memory is a dream and not quite literal.
you hit an egg with a dream nail, every time you've done that you go to a dream, i don't see why this is different besides it looking differently.
the real part being pk getting pv and fucking off. and climbing up in general i guess but you know that. i don't think the ghost was literally hanging on that ledge and literally falling off after some screenshake. it's a representation of ghost and/or every other vessel getting left behind and pv leaving. and getting charm about uniting the void right after plays more into it.
the climb in itself could be a way to see which ones are stable enough, could also be a culture thing as rotten eggs all around hallownest may suggest that they are a bit more like actual animals in regard to offspring. (don't forget that this is not human society we are talking about.)
the main fucked-up-and-feeling-guilty-about thing in this whole ordeal is letting the void consume thousands of your yet unborn children inside out and subsequently animating them with it or let radiance kill everyone and picking the first one. which is you know, sucks and is pretty fucked up and he did indeed feel guilty about it.
well that and then the whole hollow knight ordeal later but that's pretty straightforward.
does he realise that they are not empty? like yeah probably suspected it at the very least, but that's when you can't just drop everything you've done up to this point to save everyone. only thing that does is add more guilt and drama.
the things done and decisions made were not to be cruel or evil or whatever, we don't see what this place was like before the infection and for all we know he saw the future and still thought this was the best option. how fucked up would that be huh
#the pale king#hollow knight#i wrote this at the middle of the night and a row of my keys (and spacebar) occasionally doesn't work you have no idea how annoying that is#my art#? i mean there is some
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I’m not British so sorry if this is a stupid question and 8’m struggling to phrase this intelligently, but is there a limit of how many people can be the replacement prime minister before they have to have a vote? Like I can understand a rule where they can just nominate someone from their party to replace them (although in my mind that should only be applicable if there was a death or some sort of illness that makes them unfit and not incompetence) but when is there a vote?
I'm pretty sure I discussed this before but I have that specific brand of ADHD laziness rn where I feel like it's quicker to type it out again than just. Look for the post. So eh, c'est la vie, here I go again
So the legal answer is no, there's no limit. This is because when we vote in Britain, what we're voting for is a Parliament - you are electing your local MP, nothing more. One of the parties gains a majority of seats - or, if parliament is hung, two or more will enter into a coalition to gain a majority between them - and then that party constructs a Cabinet to form the actual government which then makes laws and shit. And they can change that Cabinet as much as they want and at any time, and that does include the party leader i.e. the Prime Minister.
However.
(However.)
The situation is unprecedented. It is extremely rare, anywhere in the world, to see one of the parties in a two-party system disintegrate into ashes. Minor third parties? Sure, those come and go. Rocked by scandals? Oh yeah, very common. Crumble to dust so completely they're very literally incapable of governing because every ounce of energy is going towards yelling and scheming while they all commit political suicide one by one? No.
Like I cannot stress enough that they haven't actually achieved anything in MONTHS. Except, memorably, obliterating the economy and vastly expanding the national debt. So far, all Sunak has done is try and undo what Truss did, and all Truss did was try and undo what Johnson did. They have done NOTHING new. Almost every issue the country is facing, for good and ill, has been on a back burner for half a year. Barely even looked at. Ignored. Functionally, there is no government, and hasn't been for about eight months.
And to put it into perspective, the last time leaders changed this much between GEs was the second world war. And that time the middle guy (a) died and (b) lasted longer than Truss anyway. And on top of that, the third guy was Winston Churchill, who got the job because there was a coalition government at the time, and he was the one Labour were most willing to work with - meaning, there was at least one group (and in reality more than one) who actually wanted him in the position and voted for him, unlike Sunak, who stole the job because literally no one else wanted it. We are in uncharted territory, without a map.
So while legally there is no limit on leader changes...
How long will the public put up with it?
That's now the question.
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Season 1, Episode 13 - Route 666
Series Masterlist
Third Person POV
The trio are currently at a gas station. Y/N is on the phone taking an urgent phone call while the boys are looking at a map, spread out on the roof of the Impala. "Okay, I think we found a way we can bypass that construction east of here" Sam tells Y/N as she hangs up the phone and walks towards the boys. "We might even make Pennsylvania faster than we thought" Dean adds and notices the sad look on her face.
"Yeah. Problem is, I can't come with you guys" She says in a serious tone and they look at her confused. "Wait what?" Dean asks her as she looks down at her phone. "I just got a call from an old friend. His father was killed and he thinks might be our kind of thing" She tells them.
"If it's okay with you guys. I can take a bus back to Indiana, get my bike, deal with the situation and meet up with you guys next week" She suggest and Dean shakes his head. "What?" Sam asks her confused. "We'll go with you" Dean insists. "Look fellas, I don't wanna put you two out of your way..." She trails off but Sam cuts her off.
"No, Y/N. We're family. We're not gonna leave you just like that." He assures her and she sighs. "Believe me, he never would've called, never, if he didn't need us" She says exasperated. "Okay...here" Dean hands her his keys. "You take us there" He tells her and she nods, taking it and jumping in the front seat, Dean gets in shotgun and Sam is still there stunned.
"Come on. You coming or what?!" Dean calls out for his brother who sighs, getting in the back as Y/N starts the ignition, putting baby in drive and they're off.
Some time later while Y/N is driving to Cape Girardeau, Missouri. Dean, who's residing in the passenger seat. His curiosity got the best of him and he asked, "By 'old friend'...you mean....?" He asks her, cocking his eyebrow suggestively. "A friend that's not new" She retorts sarcastically with a sheepish smile.
"Yeah, thanks" Sam shoots back sarcastically chuckling as Dean rolls his eyes. "So his names Christian, huh?" Dean asks pressingly, crossing his arms over his chest. Sam's eyebrows quirk up in the backseat at this, now realizing that his brother is jealous. "You never mentioned him" Sam adds teasingly.
Y/N gives her best friend a knowing look in the rearview and he hides his snicker. "Didn't I?" She responds dryly, not daring to look at them as she drives. "No" Dean says. "Yeah, we went out" Y/N confirms causally. "You mean you actually dated someone? For more than one night?" Sam asks her surprised.
Not trying to offend her but just surprised because Y/N was never much of the dating type as far as he knew. Y/N knew he didn't mean this offensively but still, "Am I speaking a language you two aren't not getting here?" She scoffs annoyed. "Jeez, sorry." Sam chuckles, putting his hands up in surrender.
"I was working a job in Athens, Ohio. He was finishing up college. We went out for a couple weeks" Y/N explains vaguely as the boys chuckle. Dean however was getting that burning feeling in his chest again, he clears his throat before asking.
"And..?" Y/N shakes her head, basically saying 'Nothing more to say'. "Look, it's terrible about his dad but it kind of sounds like a standard car accident" Dean tells her honestly. "Yeah, I'm not seeing if it fits what we do" Sam adds and a thought pops up in Deans head. "Which by the way, how does he know what we do?" Dean asks curiously.
Y/N looks over at him with a straight face, not answering. This look alone informs the boys how he knows. Their faces contort in disbelief and Y/N prepares herself for the chewing out she's about to get. "You told him? You told him, the secret?" Dean asks shocked and she doesn't answer. "Our big family number one rule: We do what we do and we shut up about it!" Dean shouts in frustration and disappointment.
"For a year and a half, I do nothing but lie to Jessica. And you got out with this dude in Ohio a couple times and you tell him everything!" Sam rants just as disappointed as Dean. Y/N clenches her jaw at his statement. "I did say I'd go myself. So can it with the slut shaming" She shoots back and Sam snaps his mouth shut.
Not realizing how what he said sounded. "Princess...we're not slut shaming you" Dean says apologetically. "Yeah, Y/N. I would never do that. I'm so sorry for making you feel like that. It's just- you told him" Sam apologizes sincerely.
Y/N sighs knowing they're right, turning up the music on the stereo to drown out the tension in the vehicle.
(Authors Note: Just a quick option of who you want to imagine Christian as. I initially went with Rome Flynn. Or you can go with Désiré Mia. Readers choice.)
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The boys and Y/N pull up to the office where her ex-boyfriend worked at. "Jimmy, too close to this. Those guys were friends of yours" A man talking to two African American men says. "Again, I'm very sorry for your loss" He tells Christian sincerely before walking off.
Christian turns around disappointed, his face dropping when he sees Y/N. Y/N gives him a little nod with a small smile. "Y/N" He says surprised. "Hey Christian" She says softly as he walks towards them. The two former lovers share a long heated lingering stare, Deans eyes glance between the two of them, his heart dropping.
The burning sensation he usually feels in his chest is back but this time. It's worse, like hot molten lava bubbling up. His jaw clenches. Sam slightly smirks at the exchange between Y/N and Christian, realizing he probably meant a lot to Y/N for her to tell him about their secret. He then glances over at his brother who is desperately trying to hide his fuming.
Y/N clears her throat before introducing the boys, "This is my best friend, Sam. And his brother, Dean. We all grew up together" Y/N tells him and he reaches over to shake their hands. "Christian" He introduces himself, extending his hand to Sam, who shakes it with a smile.
Going over to Dean, he takes his hand, clenching his jaw a bit, he squeezes it harder than he meant to. Christian winces a bit at the grip but recovers, now a bit uneasy by Deans presence. "I'm so sorry about your dad, Chris" She says sincerely. "Yeah...me too" He says sadly. The two can't stop staring at each other and Sam notices this, a slight smirk on his face.
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Later that night, they're at Christian's house. "My mothers in pretty bad shape. I've been staying with her for a couple weeks. I wish she wouldn't go off by herself. She's been so nervous and frightened" Christian explains them, walking into the living room with a tray of hot tea and four mugs.
He rests it down on the table to pour it for them, his back towards them as they sit on the couches. Sam and Dean on one and Y/N on another. "She was worried about Dad" He tells them. "Why?" Y/N asks. "He was scared. He was seeing things" He tells her. "Like what?" Y/N asks.
"He swore he saw an awful looking black truck following him" He tells them, turning with two mugs in his hand. "A truck? Who was the driver?" Sam asks. "He didn't talk about a driver. Just the truck" He tells him, handing one mug to Sam and another to Y/N. "He said it would appear and disappear" He continues to explain.
Going back for another mug for Dean, handing it to him. "Thanks" They all say gratefully. "And, in the accident, Dads truck was dented, like it had been slammed into something big" He finishes and takes a seat next to Y/N. "And you're sure this sent wasn't there before?" Dean asks.
"He sold cars. Always drove a new one. There wasn't a scratch on that thing." Christian tells him firmly. "It had rained hard that night. There was mud everywhere. There was a distinct set of muddy tracks from Dads car leading right...to the edge where he went over" He explains, tears brimming in his eyes, his voice cracking.
Y/N rests her mug down immediately, placing her hand on his shoulder comfortingly. Deans jaw unconsciously clenches at the gesture. Christian looks at Y/N with a tearful gaze, she offers him a small sad smile that he returns."One set of tracks. His." He tells her. "Okay. And the first person killed was a friend of your fathers?" She asks him calmly.
"Best friend. Clayton Soames. They owned the car dealership together. Same thing. Dent. No tracks. And the cops said exactly what they said about Dad: 'He lost control of his car' " He explains to her and she nods, taking her hand off of his shoulder. "Now can you think of any reason why your father and his partner might be targets?" Dean asks him.
"No" Christian responds shaking his head. "And you think this vanishing truck ran them off the road?" Sam asks a bit confused and Christian scoffs. "When you say it aloud like that...Listen. I'm a little skeptical about this ghost stuff...or...whatever it is you guys are into" He says a bit warily, his gaze moving over to Y/N.
Chuckling humorlessly, Y/N looks at the boys. "Skeptical? If I remember. I think you said I was nuts" Y/N says a bit bitterly, her mind flashing back to memories of their break up. "That was then" Christian says firmly, an apologetic guilty look on his face. "Hmm" She just nods, swallowing the lump in her throat, as the boys shift in their seats awkwardly, sipping their teas simultaneously.
Christian then sighs and says, "I just know that I can't explain what happened up there. So I called you" He tells her and the sound of a door opening interrupts their conversation. A middle aged, Caucasian woman walks through the door, surprised by the presence of the three hunters.
"Mom" Christian says relieved, getting up from next to Y/N. "Where have you been? I was so worried" He says worried. "I had no idea you had invited friends over" His mom says. "Uh, mom. This is Y/N. A friend of mine from....college" He stutters a bit introducing Y/N, making her heart drop. "And this is her childhood friends Sam and Dean. They're brothers" He then introduces the boys.
"Well, I, uh, won't interrupt you" His mom says, before going to go upstairs but Y/N stops her. "Mrs. Robinson. We're sorry for your loss" She says sincerely, offering her a small smile as Christian puts a hand on his mothers shoulder comfortingly. "We'd like to talk to you for a minute, if you don't mind" She says sweetly.
Mrs. Robinson, clearly distraught. "I'm really not up to that just now" She says quickly before walking up the stairs. Christian is hurt seeing his mother like this and Y/N sighs, a bit disappointed. Looking back at the boys who give her a look of sympathy.
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The next day, Christian called Y/N and informed her that Jimmy was killed. The boys and Y/N go to a crash site and as they approach the scene to see Christian arguing with Todd, the man from the office "Jimmy meant something to this town. He was one of our best. We don't be the same without him" Todd tells him.
"Our best seem to be dropping like flies. Clayton, my father, Jimmy" Christian snaps at him. "What is it exactly you want me to do?" Todd asks him. "Well how about closing this section of the road, for starters" Christian shoots back in anger. "Close the main road, the only road in and out of town?" Todd scoffs.
"Accidents do happen, Christian. That's what they are. Accidents" Todd assures him firmly as the boys and Y/N approach them. "Did the cops check for additional denting on Jimmy's car? See if it was pushed?" Y/N asks the officer, her tone serious. "Who's this?" Todd asks Christian.
"Y/N L/N and her friends, Sam and Dean Winchester. Family friends." Christian introduces them. "This is Mayor Harold Todd" He introduces the mayor to the trio and he nods at them. "There's one set of tire tracks. One. Doesn't point to foul play" Todd tells them as they look at the wreckage.
"Mayor, the police and town officials take their cues from you. If you're indifferent-" Christian argues but Todd cuts him off. "Indifferent?" Todd bellows offended, knowing where he's getting at. "Would you close the road if the victims were white?" Christian blurts out, his face stone cold as the mayors face drops.
The boys and Y/N glance between the two, unsure what to say. "You're suggesting I'm racist, Christian" Todd says in disbelief. "I'm the last person you should talk to like that" He says. "And why is that?" Christian snaps. Todd looks as if he's contemplating whether or not to say anything and just says, "Why don't you ask your mother?" Now walking away leaving Christian is confused by this.
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Later the boys and Y/N are at their motel room, putting on their suit and ties while Y/N is already dressed in her white blouse with her black blazer and pencil skirt. Currently by the window, smoking a cigarette as the boys button up their shirts. "I'll say this for him, he's fearless" Sam tells Y/N.
"Mhm" she responds dryly, taking a drag from her cigarette and dusting in in the ashtray. "Bet he tried to kick you ass a couple times and lost" Dean shoots her a smug grin and she rolls her eyes, scoffing in laughter as she exhales the smoke from the corner of her lips.
"You'd win your money" She says, laughing. "What's interesting is, you guys never really look at each other at the same time" Sam teases her. "You look at him when he's not looking, he checks you out when he looks away" Dean adds, trying to hide his bitter tone and Y/N glares at the both of them.
"It's just an interesting observation..in a ...you know...observationally way" Sam says sheepishly. Fixing his tie. "You think we might have some more pressing issues here fellas?" She snaps, tired of hearing about her ex. She outs the cigarette in the tray, huffing in annoyance. "Hey, if we're hitting a nerve-" Dean goes to say but Sam cuts him off.
"-maybe Chrissy can do it for you" Sam adds with a laugh, making mock kissy faces at her and Y/N blushes, throwing a pillow at him, which he quickly dodges, laughing hysterically. Not often Sam is the one teasing Y/N, usually it's Y/N teasing Sam like an annoying little sister but Sam has his brotherly moments with Y/N, relishing in her discomfort.
"I hate you two!" She groans, walking out of the motel room while Sam snickers. The whole time Dean was wreathing in disgust at the thought of Y/N and Christian together for some reason, he knows his feelings are growing day in and day out for Y/N, to the point he can't deny them, even to himself.
Would he ever admit that to her? Fuck no, she'll probably reject him on spot is what he keeps telling himself. Meanwhile Y/N is conflicted about the two men. Seeing Christian brought up some old feelings that weren't really resolved the day of their break up when she left town.
She solely believes in her heart that Dean would never look at her that way, chalking up her feelings for him as a childish crush. Yes, Christian was her first love. There's no doubt in her mind about that. But what she used to feel for Christian couldn't compare to what she feels for Dean.
She hasn't admitted her feelings to herself yet, but sooner or later, she's gonna have to face it.
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The boys and Y/N walk down a pier to see two elderly men eating lunch, "Excuse me, are you Ron Stubbins?" Dean asks the man in a ball cap, sitting next to African American man. Ron, the man in the ball cap nods in confirming? "You were friends with Jimmy Anderson, sir?" Y/N adds sweetly. "Who are you?" Ron asks them.
"We're with Mr. Anderson's insurance company. Just here to dot the I's and cross the T's" Dean says. "We were just wondering, had the deceased mentioned any unusual recent experiences?" Sam asks. "What do you mean 'unusual' ?" Ron responds confused. "Well, visions, hallucinations.." Y/N begins to explains.
"It's all part of a medical examination kind of thing. Very standard" Dean adds to lower their suspicions. "What company you say you were with?" Ron asks suspiciously. "All National Mutual" Y/N responds, pulling out a badge from her blazer to show them. "Tell me, did he ever mention seeing a truck? Big, black truck?" Dean asks.
"What the hell are you talking about? You even speaking English?" Ron scoffs rudely but Y/N notices the man sitting next to Ron, his eyebrows shoot up in recognition at the description. "Son, this truck, a big, scary monster looking thing?" Ron's friend asks the three hunters.
Dean looks over at Y/N for confirmation and she nods, "Yeah, actually. We think so" Dean responds. "Hmm" Ron's friend nods. "What?" Y/N asks. "I have heard of a truck like that" Ron's friend says. "You have? Where?" Sam asks intrigued. "Not where, when." The man states.
"Back in the 60's, there was a string of deaths. Black men. Story goes, they disappeared in a big, nasty black truck" The man explains and the three hunters share a look. "They ever catch the guy who did it?" Dean asks. "Never found him. Hell, not sure they even looked" The man chuckles ironically and Y/N's heart sinks at how poorly they treated the deaths of these men.
"See, there was a time...this town wasn't too friendly to all its citizens." The man states, glancing at his friend and back to them. "Thank you" Y/N says gently, thanking them for their time before walking off with the boys.
"Truck" Dean says. "Keeps coming up, doesn't it?" Sam responds as they walk towards the Impala. "You know, I was thinking. You heard of the Flying Dutchman?" Y/N asks them. "Yeah, a ghost shit, infused with the captains spirit. It was basically part of him" Sam nods. "Yeah, so, what if we're dealing with the same thing? You know? A phantom truck? The extension of some bastard ghost reenacting pat crimes" Y/N suggests.
"The victims have all been black men" Dean agrees. "I think it's more than that. They all seem connected to Christian and his family" Y/N says. "Alright, well, you work that angle. Go talk to him" Sam tells her. "Yeah, I will" She says. "Oh and, you might also want to mention that other thing?" Sam says, hiding his grin.
She turns to him confused, "What other thing?" She asks him. "The serious unfinished business" Sam teases chuckling and she rolls her eyes, looking down guiltily. "Y/N, what is going on between you two?" Dean asks, swallowing the lump in his throat. Y/N glances up at him, biting her lips nervously before responding.
"Alright, maybe we were a little bit more involved than I said" Y/N says vaguely. "Oh, okay" Sam nods, giving her a knowing look and she sighs, glancing back at Dean with a smug look on his face, trying to hide his jealousy before admitting. "Okay, a lot more. Maybe" She says and Sam chuckles.
"And I told him the secret about what we do and I shouldn't have" She admits, Sam nods understanding. "Look, girly, everybody's gotta open up to someone sometime" Sam says gently. "Yeah, I don't" She retorts back. "It was stupid to get that close. I mean, look how it ended" She says sadly, looking back at the boys.
Dean couldn't help but feel a bit bad, now realizing she loved Christian. Envious at the fact that Christian won her heart and he probably never will. Sam has a smug knowing look on his face, Dean covering up his discomfort with a smile. "Would you two stop? Blink or something" She snaps at them. "You loved him" Sam voices their realizations.
"Oh, God" She groans, turning to open the backseat door to the impala., only to realize it's locked. "Open the door" She orders him. "You were in love with him, but you dumped him?" Dean asks her, a bit confused at this. She looks at him, a grimace on her face while swallowing the lump building in her throat.
She doesn't answer them and realization dawns on them again. "Oh, wow" Sam says lowly. "He dumped you" Dean says with a bit of pity in his voice while Sam's stands there, his mouth agape in shock. "Open the door" She clenches her jaw, Dean nods quickly. Opening the door with the key, and she jumps in, slamming the door shut a bit angrily but not too hard.
"Get in the car fellas!" She bellows, snapping Sam out of his shock and he quickly gets in. He feels terrible now for teasing her so much about Christian, knowing that he broke her heart doesn't sit too well with him. The protective side of him just wants to break Christian's face but at the same time, he thinks about if he ever told Jessica the truth.
Would she have reacted the same way? Probably. But would she have dumped him? He doesn't even want to think about the possibility. Meanwhile, Dean tightens his grip around the steering wheel while pulling out of the spot he was parked in. The knowledge of Y/N getting her heart broken by that dick just builds a fury inside of him.
God knows he doesn't deserve her love but how could someone who earned her love, just toss her away like that. Both him and Sam know Y/N isn't one to fall in love easily. But when she does, clearly she falls hard because she told Christian the big secret.
"You don't have to go talk to him, we could do it for you" Dean tells her gently, looking at her through the rearview mirror as they drive to Christian's house. Her gaze falls over to him, she gives him a thankful smile before shaking her head, "It's okay, honestly. I'm a big girl." Y/N assures them. "You sure?" Sam asks her and she chuckles nodding.
"I'm sure. It's water under the bridge. And to be frank, I'm wary of the fact that now you two know who dumped who, that you might want to break his pretty face" She snickers and they laugh, shaking their heads.
"Good point" Sam chuckles, giving her a reassuring smile. He pulls over to the front of Christian's house and she gets out. "If anything goes sideways, give us a buzz!" Dean shouts from the car as she walks up the porch, honking his horn. She turns and gives them a mock salute, a wide smile on her face.
They wave before driving off towards their motel, as the Impala disappears into distance, she allows her fake smile to drop. Sighing as she turns to Christians house before walking up the porch and knocking on his door. A couple seconds later, Christians answers with a partial surprised look on his face.
"Y/N. Hey, come on in" He invites her in, the tension already thick in the air. "So, you busy or...?" She asks him. "Uh, the papers doing a tribute to Jimmy. Uh, I was just going through his stuff..." He tells her, sighing as he walks to his desk with his work and she follows behind him. "..his awards. Trying to find the words" He says sadly.
"That's gotta be tough" She says pitifully. "For years, this family owned the paper. The Dorians. They had a whites only staff policy. After the sold it, Jimmy became the first black reporter. He didn't stop until he became editor." Christian explains to Y/N, showing her the work, she gives it back to him and he rests it on his desk.
"He taught me everything" He tells her and she nods. "Where're your friends?" Christian asks her curiously, a bit on edge still by Deans presence. He's not stupid, it's obvious Dean has feelings for Y/N. He's seen the way he looks at her and the way Y/N looks at him. Clearly there's mutual feelings there but with the time he knew Y/N.
He can tell she has feelings for Dean too, though she might not have admitted to herself yet, but it's there. Even though they might not be together anymore, he can't help but feel a bit envious knowing that they way Y/N looks at Dean, couldn't compare to the way she looked at him.
"Not here" She stutters, struggling to come up with a good answer. Christian relaxes a bit and chuckles, "Alright. So what brings you here?" He asks her smiling, his eyes trailing up her body slightly, taking in how sexy she looks with that office attire on.
Her curves hugged in just the right places by that skirt, a bit of cleavage that's peeking through her blouse. "Trying to find a connection between the three victims" She tells him. "By the way, did you talk to your mom about what Todd said about not being a racist?" She asks him and he nods. "I did. She didn't wanna talk about it" He tells her.
"Right" She sighs, disappointed. They both stand across from each other in the hallway. The tension in the air is thick. A thought then comes to her head. "So just then, why'd you ask where my friends where?" She asks him, cocking her eyebrow curiously. "Nothing. Not important" Christian answers quickly, covering it up with a smile.
"Could it just be, without them here, it's just you and me. And not you, me, Sam and Dean. Which would be a lot easier" She points out bitterly. "It's not easier" He says defensively and she rolls her eyes. "Look-" He goes to assure her but she cuts him off. "No. Forget it. It's fine." She snaps.
"We'll keep it strictly business" She says, giving him a curt nod. Going over to his desk and picking up some papers. He scoffs in disbelief. "I forgot you do that" He says ironically. "Do what?" She asks him confused, turning to him. "Oh...whenever we get— what's the word? 'Close' ? Anywhere in the neighborhood of emotional vulnerability, you back off." He shoots back sarcastically.
"Or make some joke. Or find anyways to shut the door on me" He finishes and she chuckles humorlessly. Tossing the papers on the table, getting up in his face, "Oh that's hilarious, see I'm not the one who took that big final door and slammed it behind me" She retorts bitterly and his face drops.
"Wait a minute-" He goes to say but she cuts him off. "And I'm not the one who took the key and buried it!" She growls angrily. "Are we done with this metaphor?" Christian says calmly and she sighs. "Look, all I'm saying is I was totally upfront with you back then and you nailed me with it" She says and he starts.
"The girl I'm with, the woman I'm hoping might be in my future tells me she professionally pops ghost!" Christian retorts and Y/N's heart sinks, the argument growing as their faces get closer and closer to each other. The heat of their bodies merging slowly.
"Those aren't the words I used!"
"And that she has to leave to go find who killed her mom!-".
"I did!"
"All I could think was. If you want out, find, don't tell me this insane story!-"
"It was the truth, Christian! And I noticed it didn't so sound insane the minute you thought I could help!"
Y/N screams in frustration and pain, pulling away as Christian continues his defense.
"Back then, I thought you just wanted to dump me" He says, putting his hand on his forehead and she chuckles ironically. "Woah, now let's not forget who dumped who, okay?" She retorts sassily, a angry smile on her face. Christians eyes snap down to hers, "I thought that was what you wanted!" He argues. "Well, it wasn't!" She argues back and guilt succumbs Christians heart.
"I didn't mean to hurt you" He say apologetically, his voice cracking. "Well, you did!" She retorts pained, clenching her jaw, a habit she picked up from Dean over time. "I'm sorry!" He apologizes sincerely. "Yeah, me too" She snaps back and the two share a heated stare. The tension in the air is thicker than ever. Their eyes glances from each others lips back to each others eyes before they start making out furiously.
(CUT!!!🎬 Warning⚠️: There's smut below here. I was contemplating whether or not to write smut of Y/N and Christian, but I decided to go with it cuz why the hell not lol. Skip if you'd like, it doesn't really add to the plot. Please be kind as it's my first time posting smut I've written and I'm intentionally writing it bad because this ain't Dean so💀. Okay, back to the story. ACTION!!🎬)
The second Y/N kissed Christian. It didn't feel quite right, not how it used to be. They pulled away from passionate angry kiss, staring into each others eyes breathlessly. Her mind flickered to Dean for some odd reason. She pushes him to the back of her head, reminding herself that it will never happen and allowed herself to get lost in the lust and passion with Christian, reattaching her lips back onto his.
They walk back towards the desk, still making out furiously. She pushes off his sweater and pulls off his T-shirt as he unbuttons her blouse, her ass hitting the desk as he slides the skirt down, sitting the ground. She tosses her blouse to the side and Christian attaches his lips to her neck, moaning almost instantly as he nibbles on her all too sensitive spot.
Her hands fumble with the buckle of his jeans and she quickly slides it down, leaving him in his boxers, he presses his clothed erection against her drenched panties and she moans softly. "Chris.." Biting her lips, he unbuckles her bra and buries his face on her exposed chest. "Always so fucking gorgeous" He groans, attacking her erect nipple with his mouth and she rolls her head back in pleasure.
She quickly pulls his boxers down, allowing it to drop to the floor. He steps out of it and Y/N fists his erect cock in her hand. "Bedroom. Now" she orders his and he nods quickly, out of breath. He puts his hands at the back of her thighs and she wraps her legs around him as he hoists her up, walking upstairs to his bedroom. He locks the door behind him with one hand, holding Y/N up with his other.
She jumps down and pushes him onto the bed, fully naked. She slides her panties off, straddling him and reattaching her lips back onto his. She grinds against his hard shaft slowly and teasingly, circling her hips. "Fuck babe. Always a damn tease" Christian groans, holding onto her hips as she smirks down at him.
She lowers herself down onto him, the familiar feeling of him filling her as. They both roll their heads back, moaning as she bounces up and down his torso. "Oh god, Chris!" She moans his name. "That's it, y/n/n. Just like that" He urges her, guiding her hips up and down his shaft. She leans down and kisses his chest before working her way up his neck and back to his lips.
He then flips them over, rolling Y/N onto her back, now taking control. She gasps at the sudden change in position, gripping onto his back. Digging her nails into his flesh as he moves in and out of her. Hitting her special spot. He buries his face in her neck as he quickens his pace, moaning and whisper sweet nothings into his ear like he used to.
Usually it turns her on but right now, Y/N just wanted a release. "Don't stop" She moans as he thrusts into her quickly. He then pulls her up, now sitting as she straddles his hips. She lifts off of him and back on, riding him quickly as she rubs her clit. The familiar feeling of her orgasm climbing up to her.
"Fuck, I'm gonna-" She gasps. "Yeah, me too baby" He groans. Looking deeply into her eyes, "Soooo fucking tight" He moans, loudly. The coil snaps inside of her at the sound of him moaning. "Fuck! I'm cumming!" She screams in ecstasy, pushing Christian over to his own climax. Filling her up with his hot seed, his muscles tighten from the feeling on Y/N's wetness clench around him.
(End Of Smut!!)
Usually times like this, she'd be freaking out but thank god for the pill, right? They both fall back onto the bed, breathlessly. Christian reaches over into his nightstand and grabs a towel below. Taking it and wiping off his remnants from Y/N. She chuckles slightly when he does her. He was always big on aftercare.
"Thanks" She says softly and his gaze moves over to her. "No worries, love" He assures her with a smile and then wipes himself off. Grabbing the blanket that's on the base of the bed and throwing it over the both of them.
He then wraps his arm around Y/N, as she lays her head on his chest. Silently trying to catch her breath still. "We should fight more often" Christian mutters, breaking the silence. Y/N chuckles at this. "Absolutely" She responds in a sultry tone, her minding drifting to Dean again.
She can't shake the guilt she's feeling right now. I mean, she shouldn't feel guilty right? Deans not her boyfriend and he doesn't see her like that. So why is her mind on him, when she's in bed with another man. "Actually, we were always pretty good at fighting. This, we were good at" Christian points out, acknowledging their current position.
"It's all the other stuff...not so much" He adds and she sighs as he runs his hand up and down her arm gently. "Hey, I tried. I told you who I really was. It was a big first for me" She defends and he nods. "Why'd you tell me?" He asks curiously. "I don't know" She chuckles and so does he. "I...I guess I couldn't lie to you" She says softly.
"Y/N...You told me that story. It scared the hell out of me. I thought you were nuts. Dangerous even." He tells her honestly, looking down at her. She looks up at him and she scoffs lightly. "Actually.." He pulls himself up, her with him, now leaning against the bed head. "...maybe I was looking for a reason to walk away" He admits.
"In your work...um...You told me you see some horrible things. Things that can't be explained. You deal with them. But working things out with you?" He says jokingly and she chuckles. "Im a scary one alright" She says humorously and he laughs softly nodding. They both sigh as she lays her head back on his chest.
Christian runs his hand up and down her arm. "Well, usually, things get worked when you really want them to" Christian says and Y/N sighs. "Yeah, but I'm still really involved with my dads work" She tells him honestly and he sighs. "No more excuses okay? From you or me" Christian says and she looks down at his lips before nodding.
"Okay" She says and they share a kiss. The ringing of Y/N's phone interrupts them. She reaches over for it to see Deans contact, before answering it.
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Ten Minutes Earlier:
Sam and Dean are in their motel room. It's been hours since they dropped off Y/N and she hasn't called or texted. Sam assumed that the former couple probably made up and so did Dean. However Dean is fuming at the thought. Currently pacing the room nervously while Sam sits on his bed, reading a book.
"You can't pace your feelings away" Sam assures his brother, not looking up from his book. Deans gazes snaps over to his brother. "What?" He feigns confusion and Sam rolls his eyes, giving his brother a knowing look. "You know what? I'm sick of this, I'm gonna just say it" Sam groans exasperatedly snaps his book shut, resting it next to him.
"You have feelings for Y/N, Y/N has feelings for you. You two dumbasses are too stubborn to admit it so you hide it from each other. And when one sees the other with someone else, one gets jealous" Sam breaks it down to Dean as if he's talking to a 5 year old. The elder Winchester looks at his younger brother stunned. Unsure what to say.
"Look man, I get it. You're scared to admit it. I saw the way you were when she got electrocuted. You were heartbroken. You comfort her when she needs it. She does the same for you, you two are good for each other. Y/N is not gonna wait around for you, man." Sam advises his brother and he sighs, looking down.
"And you getting jealous every time she's with someone not is healthy, vice versa. So either nut up or shut up, cuz you're gonna regret not telling her." He finishes in a fatherly tone, one hand on his hip, his other finger waving it at Dean slightly. Dean raises his eyebrows at his brothers new found wisdom about relationships. Dean being Dean, refuses to believe that Y/N would see him like that.
"Are we done with this touchy feely crap now?" Dean snaps, clenching his jaw and Sam sighs, rolling his eyes. "Whatever man, be like that. Don't say I didn't warn you" Sam huffs in annoyance, going back to reading his book. Dean looks over at his brother apologetically, hesitantly taking a seat next to him.
"Look man. I care about her. She's one of the most important people in my life. I can't let some stupid crush get in the way of our friendship" Dean admits and Sam looks back up at his brother in disbelief. "You're kidding me right?" Sam scoffs. "Yo knucklehead, she's been-" Sam goes to spill the beans about Y/N being in love with Dean her whole life but Deans phone rings.
"One sec" He puts up his finger and answer it. "Hello?.....Okay sir thank you." Dean says into the phone firmly and Sam looks at him confused. Dean hangs up the phone with a curt nod and informs Sam. "Todd's dead" He tells him. "Holy crap" Sam gasps. Dean quickly dials Y/N's number and a couple seconds later she answers.
Back at Christian's house:
"Yeah?" Y/N answers and Dean tells her Todd was killed. "You're kidding" She gasps and Christian looks at her confused.
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The next morning, Y/N approaches the crash site that's swarming with police while Sam and Dean are talking to a deputy. They spot her and Sam informs the officer, "She's with us". She walks up to the boys. "Where were you last night?" Dean asks, clenching his jaw. She doesn't answer and Sam gives her a sly grin.
"You didn't make it back to the motel" Sam points out. "Well.." She sighs, looking over at Dean guilty. His eyes drop to the floor to avoid the contact, something he never does. "I'm guessing you guys worked things out" Sam says smugly and she shoots him a swift side eyed glare as she puts his hands up in mock surrender chuckling.
"We'll be working things out when we're 90" She scoffs and Sam laughs while Dean feels like his heart is gonna explode. "So what happened?" She asks them, changing the subject. "Every bone crushed. Internal organs turned to pudding. The cops are all stumped. It's like something ran over him" Dean explains. "Something like a truck?" She asks him.
"Yep" Sam answers. "Tracks?" She asks. "Nope" Dean answers and she sighs."What was the mayor doing here anyway?" She asks the boy. "He owned the property. Bought it a few weeks ago." Sam informs her. "But he's white, doesn't fit the pattern" Dean says and Y/N nods in agreement. "Killings didn't happen up on the road. That doesn't fit either"Sam tells them
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Y/N, Dean and Christian are back at the office doing research. Christian pours two cups of coffee. Handing Y/N one, "Here" He offers her with a smile and she smiles back, "Thanks" She responds and Christian goes to hand Dean the other one but he shakes his head, showing him his already fresh made cup of coffee. "I'm good" Dean says, giving him a tight smile. Doing a terrible job at hiding his glare.
Christian just nods, feeling a bit awkward while Y/N is oblivious to the two men glaring at each other. Christian takes a seat next to her and rests his hand on her shoulder, slightly rubbing her arm comfortingly. He could feel Dean's daggers practically go through his hand. If his eyes had actual daggers, Christians hand would need to be amputated stat.
Christian smirks victoriously at Deans discomfort, looking at the computer that Y/N is researching on. She subconsciously shrugs Christians hands off without realizing and reaches to the back of her next to rub out the soreness from their activities last night. Dean snickers lightly and smirks into his cup of coffee. Christian goes to help her but she puts her hand up indicating she's fine and his smile slightly drops.
He nods understandably and sighs while Dean basically giggles into his cup. "So I'm trying to find some link between those killings back in the 60's and what's going on now. There wasn't a lot about it in the paper. You got anything, Dean?" She asks him, sipping her coffee and he shakes his head.
"Nah, not much here" He responds. "Not surprising. Probably minimal police work too. Back then, equal justice under the law wasn't too literal around here" Christian tells her and she sighs. Suddenly her phone rings and she gestures to Dean to come closer to hear, it's Sam.
"Yeah?" Y/N answers, flipping the phone up and putting it on speaker. "Okay. The courthouse records show that Mr. and Mrs. Mayor bought an abandoned property. The previous owner was the Dorian family, for like, 150 years" Sam says into the phone, Y/N's eyebrows quirk at up the mention of the name Dorian.
"Dorian?" She asks. "Yeah" Sam confirms. She then turns to Christian. "Didn't you say the Dorian family used to own this paper?" She asks Christian and he nods in confirmation. "Along with most of everything else around here. Real pillars of the town" He tells her. She gives Dean a nod and he leans forward on the computer and starts searching.
He then pulls up an article labeled, 'Dorian Still Missing'. "That's interesting" Dean mutters. "What?" Sam asks over the speaker phone. "This Cyrus Dorian. He vanished in April of '63. The case was investigated but never solved." " Dean tells him. Y/N notices something and nudges him.
"Look at the date. Thats right around the time the string of murders were going on" She points out and he gives her a look of impress. "Sharp eye princess" He smiles and she tries to hide her blush, "Thanks charming" She smiles back, Christian taking in the exchange between the two "friends".
"Well, I pulled a bunch of paper up on the Dorian place. Must've been in bad shape when the mayor bought it" Sam tells them. "Why's that?" Y/N asks confused. "The first thing he did was bulldoze the place" Sam informs them. "Mayor Todd knocked down the Dorian place?" Y/N asks Christian and he nods.
"It was a big deal. One of the oldest local houses left. He made the front page" He informs her. "You got a date?" Dean asks Sam. "Uh....the 3rd of last month" Sam tells them and Y/N looks up the article of the mayor bulldozing the house. "Mayor Todd bulldozed see the Dorian family home on the 3rd. The first killing was the very next day" She tells them boys.
Y/N and Dean share a knowing look at this.
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Later at their motel, Dean and Y/N are doing more research on the Dorian family while Sam is out getting dinner. Y/N could feel Deans pensive stare on her and finally breaks the ice. "What's wrong, Dean?" She breathes out. "What? Nothing" Dean catches himself and lies causally. She doesn't bite the bait but instead presses.
"You've been giving me that judgmental look all day" She urges, twirling her pen in her hand and he sighs. "Do you still love him?" He asks bluntly. Y/N is taken back by this. Expecting a lecture or an 'I told you so'. But not this. She stutters on her words and his heart drops a bit. "I- No" She answers confidently.
"Not that it would matter. But no. Do I care about him? Absolutely. But the love I had for him slowly died the day he tossed me aside." She assured him and Dean is relieved by her answer. "I mean, I can't really blame him. I would've thought I was nuts" She adds, chuckling a bit but Dean doesn't find it funny. "Come on charminggg" She teases him, taking her fingers and turning his frown upside down.
He snickers, lightly swatting her hand away. "You're lucky you're cute" He mutters to himself but she doesn't catch onto it. "What was that?" She asks innocently, tucking a lock of her hair behind her ear. "Nothing" He shakes his head, smiling. Her stomach starts to grumble a bit and as if on cue, so does Dean. "Damn, where's Sammy with the grub?" Dean groans and Y/N huffs.
"I swear, I'm taking the next food run" She groans in agreement. Y/N's phone then rings and without looking at the contact she answers. "L/N" She says into the speaker. "Y/N! Y/N!" Christian screams out of fear for Y/N, her instincts kick in and she looks over at Dean.
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Not too long after Christian called, Sam came back and they all immediately headed for Christians house to be informed that the big black truck was outside Christians house revving it's engine. Now all in the living room with Christian and his mom. Y/N hands him a cup of tea and he nervously takes it.
"Maybe you could throw a couple shots in that" He jokes lightly, giving her a weak smile but Y/N knows he isn't joking as she takes a seat next to him. "You didn't see who was driving the truck?" Dean asks them. "It seemed to be no one" Christian tells him and he sighs, looking over at Y/N as he sips his tea.
"Everything was moving so far. And then it was just gone. Why didn't it kill us?" He asks them. "It seems like. Whatever is controlling the truck, wants you afraid first" Y/N tells him apologetically. "Mrs. Robinson. Christian said that your husband saw the truck before he died" Sam says to Mrs. Robinson softly and she has a look of horror and recognition in her eyes.
"Mom?" Christian calls out for his mother. "Mhm. Oh, Martin was under a lot of stress. You can't be sure about what he was seeing" Mrs. Robinson tries to quickly cover it up. "Well, after tonight, we can be reasonably sure that he was seeing a truck" Y/N presses. "Mrs. Robinson. What happened tonight, you and Christian are marked. Okay? Your son could die. So if you know something now would be a really good time to tell us about it" Y/N pleads with her gently.
"Yes. Yes, he said he saw a truck" Mrs. Robinson shakily admits it. "Did he know who it belonged to?" Sam asks. "He thought he did" She says. "Who was that?" Dean asks. Mrs. Robinson took a deep breath before saying, "Cyrus. A man named Cyrus" She tells them, the three share shocked looks.
Y/N then pulls out a paper of the printing of the article and held it up to her. "Is this Cyrus?" She asks her. She nods but doesn't look at the picture. "Cyrus Dorian died more than 40 years ago" She tells them and Y/N looks up at her. "How do you know he died Mrs. Robinson?" Y/N asks and she looks up guilty. "The paper said he went missing" She adds and the boys catch on.
"How do you know he died?" Dean presses. "We were all very young. I dated Cyrus for a while. I was also seeing Martin. In secret, of course...because interracial couples didn't go over too well then" She begins to explain and Christians face drops. "When I broke it off with Cyrus and he found out about Martin....I don't know, he changed. His hatred...His hatred was frightening" She adds fearfully.
"The string of murders" Sam says. "They were rumors. People of color disappearing into some kind of a truck. Nothing was ever done" She says tearfully taking a deep breath. "Martin and....Martin and I, we were gonna be married in that little church near here. But uh, last minutes we decided to elope because we didn't want the attention" Mrs. Robinson tells them, Christian battling the tears that are threatening to fall from his eyes.
"And Cyrus?" Y/N asks. Mrs. Robinson tears up, holding her hand to her chest, "The day we set for the wedding was...the day someone set fire to the church..." She explains sobbing, "There was a children's choir practicing in there. They all died" She finishes, sobbing as Y/N's heart drops at the thought.
Christian wraps his arms around his mother protectively. "Did the attacks stop after that?" Sam asks gently. "No. There was one more." She sobs, "One night, that truck came for Martin. Cyrus beat him something terrible. But Martin, you see, Martin got loose. And he started hitting Cyrus and he just kept hitting him and hitting him and..." She bawls into her sons arms.
"Why didn't he call the cops?" Dean asks and she laughs humorlessly. "This was 40 years ago" She says and he nods understandably. "He called on his friends. Clayton Soames and Jimmy Anderson. And they out Cyrus body into the truck and rolled it into the swamp at the edge of his land and all three of them kept that secret all these years" She explains tearfully as Christian comforts her.
"And now all three are gone" Sam says. "So is Mayor Todd" Dean adds. "Now he said that you of all people would know he's not a racist. Why would he say that?" Y/N asks gently. "He was a good man. He was a young deputy back then investigating Cyrus disappearance. Once he figured out what Martin and the others had done....he....he did nothing. Because he also knew what Cyrus had done" She tells them.
"Why didn't you tell me?" Christian finally breaks his silence, tearfully. "I thought I was protecting them. And now there's no one left to protect" Mrs. Robinson sobs. "Yes there is" Y/N says. Causing Christian to look over at her and Mrs. Robinson to hug her son tighter.
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"Ah, my life was so simple. Just school, exams, papers on poly centric cultural norms" Sam chuckles dryly as the trio lean against the Impala outside of Christians house. "So I guess we saved you from a boring existence" Dean jokes as they laugh. "Yeah. Occasionally, I miss boring" Sam admits.
"So, this killer truck-" Y/N goes to start but Sam cuts her off laughing. "I miss conversations that didn't start with 'This killer truck'" Sam chuckles as Dean and Y/N nod laughing in agreement. "Alright, well this Cyrus guy" Y/N retorts jokingly. "Yeah" Dean responds. "Evil on a level that it infected even his truck" She begins.
"And when he died, the swamp became his tomb and his spirit was dormant for 40 years" She finishes. "So what woke it up?" Sam asks. "The construction on his house...or the destruction" Dean points out. "Right" Y/N agrees. "Demolition or remodeling can awaken spirits, make them restless" Sam says.
"Mhm" Dean responds. "Like that theater in Illinois?" Y/N asks. "Yup" Dean responds nodding. "The guy who tears down the family homestead, Harold Todd, is the same guy that kept Cyrus' murder quiet and unsolved" Dean says. "So now is spirit is awakened and out for blood" Y/N says.
"I guess. Who knows what ghosts are thinking anyway?" Dean scoffs. "You guys know we're gonna have to dredge that body up from the swamp" Sam informs them and they look over at him with sly grins. "Man, you said it" Y/N chuckles as they laugh. "Yeah" Sam laughs and from the corner of Y/N's eye, she sees Christian walking towards the car.
"Hey" She greets him. "Hey. She's asleep" Christian informs them. "Now what?" He asks. "Well, you stay out and look after her. And we'll be back. Don't leave the house" Y/N instructs Christian and he smirks at her. "Don't go getting all authoritative on me. You know it turns me on" He teases her and she begins to blush lightly.
Sam behind them is snickering while Dean is clenching his jaw. She turns and shoots Sam a quick glare, who still still snickering, "Don't leave the house, please?" She pouts cutely and Christian chuckles. "You're killing me woman" He jokes and leans in to kiss her. She hesitantly returns the kiss, Dean glares daggers at Christian who is staring right back at him with a triumphant look in his eyes.
Dean clears his throat loudly while Sam smirks at the two and Y/N puts her hand up behind her, indicating 'One second'. Although the kiss didn't feel like it did before, she allowed it to consume her. When they let go of the kiss, Y/N takes a deep breath. "You fellas coming or what?" She says smugly as they let go.
Walking over to the Impala and jumping in.
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Later they're at the swamp, "Alright, let's get her up" Sam says as Dean hauls the black truck out of the swamp with a tractor. "Little more. Little more!" Y/N urges him to move forward a bit more. "Alright, stop!" Sam stops him as the truck reaches the edge and he puts the tractor in park.
Dean jumps down from the tractor, "Nice" Y/N compliments his driving skills. "Hell yeah" Dean retorts back cockily. "Now I get what he sees in you" Sam smirks. "What?" Y/N asks confused. "Come on, girl. Admit it. Even if you don't love him, he still loves you" He teases and Deans heart clenches.
"Aw, could we focus, please?" Y/N scoffs annoyed, opening Baby's truck. "I'm just saying, Y/N" Sam chuckles. "Yeah, well less saying more doing" Y/N snaps rolling her eyes as Sam chuckles. "Hold that" Dean hands Sam a flashlight. "Alright, what am I getting?" He asks, changing the subject. "Gas, flashlight" Y/N tells him.
"Got it, got it" Sam tells them and they walk to the truck with the supplies. "Alright, let's get this done" She says and they begin slowly approaching it, flashing the lights over the mucky rotting truck. Y/N share a look with the boys before quickly opening the drivers door to reveal the decaying corpse of Cyrus Dorian. They all groan in disgust.
"Alright, let's get to it" Dean says and they take the body out of the truck and begin drenching it in gas and salt. Lighting it aflame. "Think that'll do it?" Sam asks when suddenly in the distance infront of them, is a apparition of the big black truck, flashing its lights at them and revving its engine.
"I guess not" Y/N mutters ironically as they all stare at the vehicle in shock. "So burning the body had no affect on that thing?" Sam asks in confusion. "Sure it did, now it's really pissed" Dean shoots back. "But Cyrus' ghost is gone, right Dean?" Y/N asks. "Apparently not the part thats fused with the truck" Dean says and begins walking to his car.
"Where are you going?!" Y/N asks him confused and concerned. "I'm going for a little ride. Lead that thing away" He tells them. "What?!" Sam and Y/N exclaim in disbelief. "That rusted piece of crap. You guys gotta burn it!" He tells them as he jumps in baby. "How the hell are we supposed to burn a truck, Dean?!" Y/N yells.
"I don't know! Figure something out!" He yells back, tossing his duffel to them and driving away in baby, the truck following behind him. "What the hell are we supposed to do?!" Y/N whisper yells and Sam gets an idea. "You got the case report and a map?" Sam asks her and she nods quickly, pulling it out of her jacket. "What're you doing?" She asks.
"The church he burnt down, it's hallow ground" He tells her and she catches on. They lay it across the ground and use their flashlight to look for whatever Sam is looking for in it. Meanwhile the truck is chasing Dean down an empty stretch. Y/N's phone rings and she quickly answers, "Hey, you gotta give us a minute. We're onto something" Y/N tells Dean quickly.
"I don't have a minute! Whatre we doing?!" He bellows through the phone urgently and Y/N puts it on speaker. "Uh, let us get back to you" Y/N hangs up and calls Christian. "Hey, Christian. Okay, I need some information and it has to be exactly right" She says into the phone and he obliges.
After the quick phone call for the church's location, Y/N calls Dean back. "Alright, Dean" She says quickly. "This better be good!" Dean shouts, the truck on his tail. "Where are you?" Sam asks. "In the middle of nowhere! With a killer truck on my ass. I mean it's like it knows I put the torch to Cyrus!" Dean retorts panicked.
"Dean, sweetie. Listen, it's important. We have to know exactly where you are" She tells him. "Decatur Road, about two miles off the highway!" He informs them, she can hear the truck in the background. "Okay, headed east?" Sam asks. "Yes!" Dean yells and suddenly the truck rams into his bumper, causing him to skid a bit.
"Son of a bitch" He grumbles. "Okay, uh.....turn right. Up ahead! Turn right!" Y/N tells him and Sam nods in confirmation. "You make the turn?" Sam asks. "Yeah I made the turn!" Dean yells. "You're gonna need to move this thing a little faster!" Dean urges them to hurry, the truck high on his tail.
"You see a road up ahead?" Y/N asks. "No!....wait! Yes! I see it!" Dean tells them. "Okay, turn left!" Sam instructs him. "What?!" He yells in confusion but listens, making the turn. The truck goes in the other direction. "Alright, now what?" He asks. "You need to go exactly seven tenths of a mile and stop" Sam orders him.
"Stop?!" Dean asks confused. "Exactly seven tenths, Dean" Y/N instills. "Seven tenths, seven tenths" Dean mutters to himself, tracking the distance with the speedometer. When he reaches seventh tenths of a mile, he swerves the car. Stopping in an empty lot. Now seeing the truck come into view. "Dean, you still there?" Sam asks.
"Yeah" Dean responds. "What's happening?" Y/N asks concerned. "It's just staring at me" Dean tells them. "What do I do?" He asks as the truck just stays there. "Just what's you are doing. Bringing it to you" Sam tells him. "Yeah" Dean says unsure when suddenly the truck revs again, driving straight towards Dean.
"Come on, come on" Dean stays, standing his ground as the truck comes crashing into the lot, disapparating into a white smoke around the Impala, he covers himself in fear only to see it's gone. He then takes a deep breath and puts the phone back to his ear. Sam and Y/N still on the other end. "Dean? You still there?" Y/N asks worried.
"Dean?" Sam calls out to his brother. "Where did it go?" Dean asks them confused and they breath out relieved. "Dean, you're where the church was" Sam informs him. "What church?" Dean is confused. "The place Cyrus burned down. Murdered those kids" Y/N tells him. "There's not a lot left" Dean says looking around.
"Church ground is hallowed ground, whether the church is still there or not" Y/N tells him. "Evil spirits cross over hallowed ground, sometimes they're destroyed. So, we figured maybe that would get rid of it" Sam further explains. "Maybe? Maybe?!" Dean yells frustrated. "What if you were wrong?!" He yells.
"Huh" Y/N now realizes they didn't really consider that. "Honestly, that thought hadn't occurred to us" Sam says ironically and Dean hangs up. "Well, it honestly that thought hadn't occur to me" Dean mocks his brothers statement, hitting his steering wheel in anger.
"I'm gonna kill 'em" His voice cracks.
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The next day, the boys are in the Impala waiting for Y/N as Christian walks her to the car. "My mother says to tell you thanks again" Christian tells her gratefully. "This is a better goodbye than last time" He tells her and she smiles sadly, the boys out of earshot.
"Yeah, well, maybe this time it'll be less permanent" Y/N half promises but Christian chuckles, giving her a knowing look. "You know what? I'm a realist. I don't see much hope for us, Y/N" He tells her honestly and she sighs, nodding understandingly. "Well, I've seen stranger things happen" She jokes and he smiles.
"Besides, I think someone else has got their eye on you" Christian smirks, nodding over to Dean who's shooting daggers at him lightly. Y/N realizes what Christian is getting at and scoffs. "Please, Dean? He's family" Y/N tries to lie but Christian sees through it. "I've seen the way you look at each other, Y/N. Gotta admit, I'm a little jealous myself because you never looked at me like that" He teases her and she looks down guiltily.
"Goodbye, Christian" She says sadly, giving him a hug. "I'll see you, Y/N. I will" He returns the hug, laying a kiss on her forehead. They share one last goodbye kiss before breaking the hug and Y/N walks over to baby, jumping in. Sniffling back a bit of tears, "Y/N.." Dean goes to comfort her when he notices it. "I'm fine, just drive" She assures him with a small smile as Sam looks at her, his heart grieving.
She knows that it wasn't meant to be either way, this is the way it's meant to be. Maybe now after finally resolving her feelings for Christian, maybe she'll finally come to terms with her feelings for Dean?
Only time will tell, I guess.
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JOON4PRESIDENT
8 participants - 8 online
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y/n: hi
tae: 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭
y/n: ?
tae: holy fuck ur so fucking funny😭☠️😭☠️😭☠️😭☠️😭☠️😭☠️😭☠️😭☠️😭☠️😭☠️😭☠️😭
jimin: i BEG you let that man hit
at this point it’s embarrassing
tae: pls
jk: i think ur funny too
namjoon: shame is free
tae: idk what that’s supposed to mean
jk: it means shame is free i think
y/n: is that why you’ve been at my house for the last 2 weeks??
cuz you wanna hit??
yoongi: 2 weeks??
jin: down so fucking bad
jk: i thought tae was here cuz he missed us?
tae: I AM I SWAER
but if y/n let me hit in the time i was here i wouldn’t be mad
y/n: ur sick
hobi: why have you let tae stay in ur house for 2 weeks?
y/n: he FORCED his way in here
tae: not true jungkook willingly let me in
jin: jungkooks not even a real person so that doesn’t count
jk: i’m real
i think
jimin: i’m telling you he needed that 100k for rent
yoongi: taehyung homeless era
tae: I HAVE A HOME
y/n: ur not acting like it
tae: home is where the heart is
and my hearts with you bbg
y/n: leave
jk: am i real?
tae: are you a construction worker?
jk: no
tae: cuz ur a building
namjoon: what?
tae: 😉
@y/n
not you namjoon or jungkook
y/n: it’s hard
the life i live
hobi: hard like a criminal hard like the beat
tae: my rizz is out of this world it’s actually insane
jimin: do you know what rizz means?
bcs you can’t be fr
jk: isn’t rizz a type of cheese?
yoongi: this is my competition…
y/n: ur thinking of swiss cheese kook
jk: I AM
how did you know that??
y/n: can one of you guys come a get tae from us pls im begging you
jimin: i can’t read sorry
jin: i’m literally blind
hobi: 🫣
y/n: i fear his stupidness is rubbing off on jungkook
yoongi: i think he’s just naturally dumb as hell
jk: who
yoongi: see
y/n: plS my biggest fear in this life is waking up to furry jk
tae: ummm
that would have nothing to do with my influence
yoongi: call animal control maybe they’ll help you with tae?
tae: ??????
y/n: NAMJOON PLS UR MY ONLY HOPE PLS PLS PLS
namjoon: i’m not here
tae: CAN SOMONE DEFEND ME LIKE OMG???
jUNGKOOK TELL HER HER GREAT I AM
jk: he’s great
tae: UR NO HELP FUCK U
i’m gonna kill myself in front of you all in the most horrific way and change ur lives forever and NO amount of therapy will help you forget or move on
jk: ok i’m ready
tae: i’m leaving
y/n: god bless 🙏🏽
tae: ur obsessed with me get help
i hate you all
losers
gosh
fucking bitches the LOT of you
L
AWOOOOOOO
lone wolf era
jimin: what the fuck
namjoon: are you done?
tae: yeah :/
y/n: do you feel better now??
tae: as better as i can be in a situation like this :/
hobi: what situation?
tae: wdym?
jin: he has to be brain dead or something
tae: right hoseok stupid as hell
jk: i think jimin is talking about you bro
tae: jungkook ur young i wouldn’t expect you to understand
jk: ur right
y/n: they changed the korean age system isnt that crazy
jin: DON’T TALK ABOUT AGE
jimin: it’s a sensitive topic for him cuz he’s still old no matter what
namjoon: please
jk: i’m 25
jin: IDC SHUT UP
y/n: yikes
hobi: jungkook has been 25 for like 10 years
jk: that’s not true that makes no sense
hobi are you bad at maths?
hobi: don’t speak to me
tae: jimin you smell the best in the group
y/n: why are you smelling people?
hobi: furry
tae: after the loml ofc
jk: jennie?
tae: SHUT UP
jk: did you break up again???
tae: KICK HIM KICK HIMMM
jimin: what do i smell like?
tae: like vanilla i love it soOOOO much
it’s like a sweet vanilla but not so strong it overpowers ur senses it’s just right
i could eat you
jimin: i wish bitches i wanted said shit like this
but it’s just you
thx ig
tae: ???????
jin: that’s frfr creepy as hell tbh
why is he actually sniffing people is that not insane
jimin: don’t be mad you don’t smell like sweet vanilla
jin: i’m actually glad
look at what ur attracting
hobi: furries
jin: right
tae: 𝖘𝖍𝖚𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖋𝖚𝖈𝖐 𝖚𝖕
jk: WOAH
CALM DOWN TAE CALM DOWN TAE ITS OKAY ITS JUST US 😰😨😭
jimin: again what the actual fuck
tae: ur right i’m sorry i didn’t mean to get like that guys
jk: it’s okay
namjoon: they’re actually insane oh my god
y/n: i have seen a real decline in jungkooks mental state since the arrival of tae at our home
yoongi: again i think that’s just jungkook
y/n: no i know jungkook
jk: yeah she knows me
i know her
we have a connection you wouldn’t understand yoongi
y/n: and i know for a FACT he’s not that dumb
hobi: dumb dumb
jk: right i’m not that dumb
tae: WHAT ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY RN???
jk: wait
namjoon: tae go back to therapy
jimim: begging you
jin: awoman🙏🏻
tae: NO
I TOLD YOU LAST TIME
SHE LAUGHED AT ME
THE THERAPIST
I WONT I WONT I WONT
you can’t make me
it’s a free world
jk: you can buy the world??
yoongi: what do people see in you?
jk: whom?
y/n: LMAOOOO
namjoon: jungkook are you high rn?
jk: am i what?
namjoon: high
jk: hello
work on ur spelling joon
jimin: who tf is supplying him with this shit
jin: bet it was tae
tae: NO LOL
LOL
LOL
yoongi: so it was tae
y/n: HAVE YOU BEEN GETTING JUNGKOOK HIGH THESE LAST 2 WEEKS TAE???????
namjoon: this explains a lot
hobi: this is why he’s been messaging shit to my phone at like 2 in the morning
crazy
jk: who
tae: NO
LOL
y/n: HOW HAVE I NOT NOTICED???
jimin: right you dumb as hell tbh
namjoon: does it not smell??
jin: namjoon drug expert
tae: MAYBE HES BEEN TAKING EDIBLES
FROM SOMEONE WHEN YOU GO TO SLEEP???
LOL
yoongi: why are you giving ur self away like that
you really are stupid
jk: yeah stupid
yoongi: don’t ever agree with me again
jk: in y/ns bed rn
hobi: fight fight fight
yoongi: been there multiple times
jk: um ur lying
im here every night
i haven’t run into you in the last 4 months
tae: DONR TELL ME YOU LET JUNGKOOK HIT BEFOR ME OH MY GOD I CANT BREATHE RNNNNNNNNNNN
LIKE JUNGKOOK
ARE YOU FR .:’sk
omGGGH
NOOOSODODOD
jk: i’ve never hit a woman in my life
it’s not right pls don’t hit y/n
y/n: he comes to cuddle sometimes
yoongi: he does?
jk: everyday actually
she’s lying
jin: i’m gonna kill 14 puppies in-front of taehyung and see what happens
tae: why me
jin: you’re n need of a personality change
tae: i’m fine the way i am??
love urself and others will love you for you
we made a whole album about it?
jin: i’m not loving you for you tbh
and a LOT of people would say the same
tae: you guys are lucky i’m not sensitive
y/n: i’ve always been a lucky girly
hobi: you literally live with jungkook?
jk: yes?
hobi: nothing
jk: if you remember lmk ^^
tae: y/n do you have ugly man syndrome or something?
y/n: ??
tae: idk you just seem to enjoy being friendly with ugly men
y/n: never once have i said i’ve enjoyed ur company
tae: ARE YOU TRYING TO SAY IM THE UGLY MAN??
y/n: you said it not me…
tae: anything jungkook can do i 110% do it better
unless it’s lack common sense
i’m pretty full of common sense
jimin: that’s actually not true
y/n: maybe that’s what gets jungkook cuddles?
jk: when?
yoongi: being stupid?
y/n: yeah maybe he’s a loser and i find it endearing
yoongi: lol
hobi: me when i’m jealous
tae: IM ACTUALLY THE BIGGESt LOSER AROUND
TELL HER GUYS
namjoon: the biggest!
jimin: HE SOOOOOO DUMB ITS CRAZY
hobi: i feel the need to kick him every time i see him type of loser
jin: he’s such a loser actually i still bully him to this day
tae: not too much now
hobi: okay i can’t do this anymore let’s address the elephant in the room
jimin: namjoon…
namjoon: wtf?
y/n: don’t be mean
jk: are you guys in all in a room without me?
tae: u-um >.<
jin: did he just stutter through text?
y/n: pls stop
jk: where is the elephant??
jin: jungkook go to bed or something ur pissing me off now
jk: sleep well jin
namjoon: gn jin
jin: don’t feed into his shit namjoon
jk: y/n are you with the elephant?
yoongi: y/N aRe yOu wItH tHE eLepHaNt
jimin: what the beef omg?
tae: what is this elephant hobi-senpai ?!!!
i’m sitting on the edge of my seat
♡ (⇀ 3 ↼)
jk: me 2
hobi: tae you need to learn how to get a fucking grip and shut the fuck up
…
FYI JK AND Y/N ARE LIVING TOGETHER FOR THE FUNZIES OKAY? FOR THE GIRLIES THAT DO NOT KNOW
the rest of the members have their own houses and are lonely losers
#bts crack#bts fanfic#bts fic#bts fluff#bts text#bts x reader#bts imagines#bts x y/n#bts x you#namjoon x reader#jin x reader#suga x reader#jhope x reader#jimin x reader#v x reader#jungkook x reader#hobi x reader#taehyung x reader#bts fake chats#bts incorrect texts#ot7 x reader
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OKAY WAIT
late night talks with college!joel - how reader and him came to date. they were studying they got distracted talking about something and stayed up all night taking. now joel can get her off his mind. 😉
thank you harry styles <3
I’ll kiss you on the mouth dude I love this idea
UPDATE: I DIDNT KNOW HOW TO END IT AND IF IT WASNT FOR MY MELATONIN KICKING IN I WOULDVE CONTINUED IT
She’s got a book for every situation
Pairing: college!joel x fem!reader
Summary: this ask
Author’s note: typed in tumblr and not proofread so god speed slayers 🫡
Warnings: mentions of alcohol, Joel being The Biggest Flirt, June your BA in English is showing, I think that’s it??
Working at the writing center on campus has its perks. You get unlimited printing, editing experience, and free coffee. Granted, it’s from a pot that had been simmering for several days but it’s free nevertheless. You’ve even managed to get in good with a few professors who would recommend their students come to you if they need help. Normally, they don’t take the advice until finals week and they all scramble into your office all at once. So, when a tall guy with curly dark hair walks into your desolate lobby, you’re a little surprised. He looks lost with a stack of papers piled in his hands and visibly relaxes when he sees you peek your head out.
“Hey there. Can I help you?” You ask, approaching him.
“Maybe. ‘M from Dr. Phillips class and she said to come to the writing center and ask for…” He trails off as he glances down at his paper before saying your name. “Said she might be able to help me with my paper.”
“Yeah, I think she can help you with your paper.” You say and hold out your hand to grab the red inked paper. It’s a paper on Kerouac who’s never been your favorite. In fact, you wrote an entire paper about how pretentious and privileged Jack Kerouac actually was but that’s neither here nor there. The bottom line is that you know how to write a paper professors are looking for. You feel his eyes scanning your face as you read his thesis and try to ignore the blush creeping over your cheeks.
“I take it you’re the brilliant writer Dr. Phillips likes so much.” He says. You smile but don’t take your eyes off his words so you don’t get distracted by his presence.
“Dr. Phillips doesn’t like anyone.”
“She seemed to like you. Told me all about how smart you are,” he says. “Never mentioned the pretty part, though.” Finally, you look up and meet his gaze.
“Technically Dr. Phillips isn’t allowed to recommend one student editor over another. It’s against our policy and makes things a little fairer for everyone. So, can we keep this little secret between us…” you let your sentence end, realizing you never asked his name, and he holds out his free hand.
“Joel.” He says and you shake his hand.
“Well, Joel, I’ll tell you what. I’ll agree to help you get your paper in order if you agree to not get me fired. Fair deal?”
“Yes, ma’am.” He says politely.
You spend the rest of the day walking Joel through essay structures, grammar mistakes, and thesis issues. His argument is strong but it needs to be more concise and punchier. When you try to explain it to him in those terms, he looks at you like you’re from Mars. Eventually, after a little too much flirty small talk, he tells you about his dad’s construction company and you learn to put flowery, over dramatic writing advice into clean, neat boxes that he understands completely. Unfortunately, you don’t end up finishing the actual essay before the center closes.
“You’re free to come back tomorrow morning so we can finish this.” You say as you gather your things and stuff them in your backpack. Joel stretches in his chair, his shirt riding up just enough to reveal a gorgeous sliver of tan skin and you have to force your eyes away from the sight.
“D’you live far from here?” He asks, standing and throwing his own backpack over one shoulder. You waffle for a moment, unsure if you want to tell this almost perfect stranger where you live.
“Maybe a ten minute walk. It’s not bad for Austin.”
“Can I walk you home? Since I kept you so late,” he asks. Once again, you hesitate. Joel doesn’t seem like the typical frat guy you’ve come to fear since your time at school. He actually seems gentle and genuine. You turn the thought over a few more times before he throws his hands up. “‘S just an offer to make sure you get home safe. I’ll even carry your backpack for you if you want.” He offers and you smile. You take another second before handing him your heavy backpack. He slings it over his free shoulder and walks to the door to open it for you, keys jingling in your hand as you lock up the writing center for the night. The humid Texas night suffocates you the second you step out into the fading daylight.
“You always carry girls’ backpacks home?” You ask as you start walking in the direction of your apartment. Campus is mostly empty this time of night, everyone crawling home after class to pregame or cry or both. Squirrels patrol the sidewalks for any students who may want to hand them a piece from their bagel or sandwich. Someone honks their horn in distant standstill Austin traffic, and the sun slowly slides behind the Capitol. It’s peaceful.
“Only when I make ‘em read my shitty writing.” He says and you laugh.
“Your writing’s not bad, Joel. It’s actually very good. Essays are just the worst to write.”
“You like ‘em enough to work at the writing center.”
“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean it’s what I actually care about,” you shrug. “At this point, I’m a warm body with a clicky pen.”
“Woah there, Kafka. I think you’re a little more than that,” Joel laughs and you have to laugh too. Not only for the perfectly on brand joke but for the tone in his voice. The playful lilt makes your head feel fuzzy. “Alright then, if you don’t like essays and you don’t like Kerouac, what do you like? What do you wanna write?” He asks and you take a deep breath. It’s a question you’ve fielded more than enough times in your college career to know that not many people like your answer.
“I’m not sure yet. I like a little bit of everything.”
“Have you written anythin’ I would’ve read?”
“No,” you laugh. “Probably not.”
“Why’s that funny?” He asks and you shake your head.
“Because nobody wants to publish my work. It’s too… rough.”
“Rough?” He raises his eyebrows at you.
“Yeah. Publishers either want the next Great American Novel or nothing at all, and I am not next Great American Novel material.”
“How do you know?”
“Because nobody’s publishing me.”
“Maybe, you’re not lookin’ in the right places,” he says. “‘M just sayin’ someone as smart as you has to have somethin’ someone will wanna take.”
“Yeah, well, don’t go holdin’ your breath on me, cowboy.”
“Why do you do that?” He asks suddenly and you stop to look at him.
“Do what?” You ask.
“Try and play it off whenever someone compliments you.” He says with glaring honesty. It sets you back in your heels but you quickly recover.
“You’ve only known me for a few hours. How do you know I’m not just incredibly humble?”
“I guess I don’t,” he says. “Could I buy you a drink and figure it out?” It could be the way he, somehow, sees right through you already or the way his brown eyes look in the sunlight but you can’t stop the butterflies in your stomach. You purse your lips together and dare a step closer to him.
“Tell you what, if you get an A on this paper, I’ll let you buy me a drink.” You say.
“And if I fail?” He asks and you shake your head.
“You won’t fail.”
“But what if I do?”
“If you do, you have to…” you search your brain. “Carry my backpack home for me for a week.”
“You drive a hard bargain, ma’am.”
“But I take it Joel Miller’s a bettin’ man.”
“See, smarter than you think.” He quips and you roll your eyes.
“One thing at a time, lover boy.”
Joel ends up getting the highest grade on his essay out of anyone in his class. Dr. Phillips commends his dedication to bettering his first draft and tells him to keep up the good work. “Whatever you did to change this, keep it up.” She says when she places his graded essay on his desk. When he presents the A to you at the writing center, all you can do is applaud him and smile.
“I told you you’d pass.” You say, poking at his firm chest.
“Yeah, yeah,” he rolls his eyes. “Maybe I just needed a little motivation.”
“Oh, yeah? What was that?”
“I think I was promised a date.” He says cheekily and you nod.
“You were, and my mama raised me to be a woman of my word,” you smile. “Jenny, do you mind closing up for me tonight?” You ask the receptionist and she shakes her head.
“Not at all, darlin’. Have a good night.” She winks at you when Joel turns his back and you stick your tongue out at her.
Say what you will about the writing center but you think a date with a broad, tall, handsome cowboy is the best thing that could’ve come out of that hell hole.
#college!joel au#college!joel#Joel Miller au#the last of us au#the last of us fluff#joel miller fluff#tlou fluff#joel miller x reader#joel miller one shot#joel miller the last of us#joel miller fic#joel miller drabble
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Prompto Argentum Hurt/Comfort Fic Recs
This list will include all ratings and tags, so read at your own discretion! :)
strike a match (make me disappear) by ty_gospodinov - Rated T
Prompto is just trying to keep it together. But when he's falling behind in school, feeling like he doesn't deserve Noctis, and his electricity gets cut off in his empty apartment? His cheerful, devil-may-care image is breaking.
And Ignis can see right through it.
Where Your Kind Are Kept by Asidian - Rated T
At first, Prompto doesn't understand. Then he turns to get a better look where Ardyn's pointing, and he feels the blood in his veins turn to ice.
Because there, on the edge of a middle row, one of the pods is sliding open. An MT is stepping out, mechanical steps a jerky imitation of human motion. Behind it, Prompto can see the interior of the pod – a tiny scrap of a closet. Less than a closet: just enough space for one of those things to stand up in.
The shock rushes over him so sharp and sudden that he feels dizzy. "You're joking," says Prompto. "Right?"
we'll give ourselves new names by mushydesserts - Rated G
"Just, you... you don't have wings."
Noct gives him a funny look. "Who says I don't?" he laughs.
In the world of Eos, legend has it one's wings are the physical manifestation of one's soul.
Prompto does not have wings; instead he has two large scars on his back.
Tempered Plastic by saltslimes - Rated T
Prompto has a higher pain tolerance than his companions anticipated. So that goes about as well as can be expected.
Running Behind by Asidian - Rated T
There's a tag hanging on his storage pod, instead of the clipboard that documents his progress. On that tag, there's a single word stamped in red: defective. NH-01987's feet stick on the metal of the catwalk. Behind the ever-present metallic mask, his eyes grow huge.
He knows what that tag means. It means that, in the morning, while the other MT units are collected for training, a guard will come for him. He'll be restrained and escorted down the metal corridors toward the east wing, into the double-doors that house the correctional facility. But he won't be up for re-programming, not this time.
This time, they'll strap him down to a table for the last time ever. They'll pick him apart, to try and learn what caused his failures – and he has so very many of them, no matter how hard he's tried.
When they're finished, they'll take what's left to the crematory. That will be the end of him: a pile of ashes and a wisp of smoke.
Terms of Affection by Starofwinter - Rated G
Ignis only uses pet names when something is very very wrong.
Wilting Leaves in the Jar by LadyLilaBlue - Rated G
While camping Prompto comes across a strange flower. It leads to a peculiar situation where Prompto sustains any type of pain sensation Noctis acquires. And we all know instead of telling the guys about what's going on, Prompto is up to his usual shenanigans and decides to keep it to himself and sustain all of Noctis' injuries because, that will make him useful to the group right?
Weak Point by GibbousLunation - Rated T
They told him it was a ‘practical exercise’, to test his loyalty to the Crown under pressure. Cor’s exact wording had been something more along the lines of gruff ‘hey you did the easy part, so. Hate to be the bearer of bad news but everything goes to hell in a handbasket from here on out.’
Prompto was pretty sure somewhere in there was the insinuation that he’d be fine. It was a practice after all.
He Loves Me, He Loves Me Not by MsChievous - Rated T
Prompto gets Hanahaki...
Because of his unrequited love for his parents.
The Way They Were by Asidian - Rated M
Ten years ago, it's the middle of the afternoon.
High above Alstor Slough, the sky is a brilliant edge-of-summer blue, so bright it hurts to look at. Clouds make tiny white smears against it, like whipped cream on top of one of Iggy's meticulously constructed cakes. And there, hanging in the vault of the heavens, is the sun.
Prompto stares up at it, stunned into silence. It burns his eyes, but he squints and raises a hand above him and peeks through the fingers, not quite able to look away. He stays like that for a long time – so long his eyes water.
He tells himself that's all it is.
A helping hand by Sinikka_von_Wolperting - Rated T
Stress can do a lot of things to your body and your mind. Prompto hadn't had it easy the last days.
Over Many Setting Suns by countingpaperstars - Rated G
“I wish… for human legs,” Prompto says, eyes averted as shame burns hotly in his cheeks. It sounds like a silly fantasy, fragile as it’s spoken into the air outside the tender cocoon of his heart.
“Well, I daresay you’re in luck. You’re hardly the first I’ve helped with such a request." Ardyn saunters to the shelves and trails his long fingers over the dried plants. The glass jars full of viscous liquids slosh when he taps them. "I can give you what you want." He pauses, shadows cutting fierce across his wide smile. “For a price.”
Memories of the Past by Asidian - Rated T
Noct wipes his brow with his bare forearm and returns the magic flask that contains his other fire spells to his pocket. He turns, a smile quirking the corner of his lips, words of congratulations for Ignis half-formed on his tongue.
They die unspoken at the sight that greets him. Because there, back pressed against the damp stone of the wall, is a small blond boy that looks about six years old.
He's absolutely swimming in Prompto's vest and coeurl-print jeans; the top comes down past his knees, so long it looks like a dress on him. Prompto's wrist band has slipped all the way up to the boy's bony elbow, dangling with room to spare, and Prompto's gloves swallow his hands and most of his wrists completely.
One of Prompto's guns rests on the ground at the boy's feet. He's got the cylinder of the second open, while his free hand digs frantically in his pocket. But even as Noct watches, he does a quick sweep of the cylinder's contents with his eyes, snaps it closed, and brings the weapon up, two-handed, barrel trained on Noct.
Shiva's Favorite by S4_League - Rated G
Prompto has had the uncontrollable ability to create ice, snow, and frost (etc.) since he was a kid. When it comes to a point where he can no longer guarantee the safety of others, Prompto decides to leave Lucis for good. However, he never gets the chance after a final goodbye to his best friend, the prince, goes awry.
Or... my angsty take on what if Prompto had Elsa's powers from frozen.
As Far As You Need to Go by Asidian - Rated T
It takes him a minute, after he's at the bottom. He just kind of sits there, face pressed to the rock, trying to convince himself that he needs to get moving. From up above, he can hear what sounds like combat: the clash of metal on metal, and the bellowing roar of a pissed-off Gladio.
He licks his lips – tastes blood. Every breath brings in new pain.
Then he remembers: Noct.
#veryace recs#final fantasy xv#prompto argentum#ffxv prompto#noctis lucis caelum#ffxv noctis#ignis scientia#ffxv ignis#gladiolus amicitia#ffxv gladiolus#hurt/comfort#fanfic recs#ao3 fic recs#ao3
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Aging up characters and questionable content
Theres a lot of drama going on in the avatar fandom and I just wanted to elaborate my opinion on this, since it affects me and my works too.
I‘m trying to be as respectful as possible and chose my words wisely because I really don’t want to get canceled or upset people.
First of all, I just want to make it clear that everyone is entitled to have their own opinion, especially about sensitive topics like these and I fully respect that!
I have a few mutuals and I also follow a handful of other great authors who consider aging up minor characters as questionable and that’s absolutely fine with me. As long as you don’t treat me as less than a human, you will always have my full respect. I‘m always trying to be friendly to everyone and I obviously still support your works, even if we don’t share the same opinion on this.
I also don’t force them or literally anyone to consume my content and I know that some of my mutuals (probably most) only follow me for my fics about characters that are canonly adults (Jake, Quaritch, Tonowari, etc…) and I don’t mind that either.
I do my best to make sure that my fics are tagged properly, that I use the correct content warnings and also the 'read more' option, so everyone who’s not interested in certain posts can simply ignore them. I’m also always up for constructive criticism and please don’t hesitate to let me know if I didn’t include any important warnings on my fics or if there are any triggers that I forgot to mention.
What I’m trying to say is: I appreciate if people just scroll past content they’re not interested in. If I can do it, you can do too. No matter how questionable some fics may be, nobody is forcing you to consume them. As long as the author tags their fics properly, of course!
Which is why I‘m also speaking up to every author out there: tag your fic properly! Make sure people can avoid your works if they contain anything that could be triggering– that goes from soft to explicit smut, to non-con, to dub-con and to literally any kinks, AU’s and tropes there are. Give your readers a warning beforehand, so they know what they’re about to consume. And please, please, please make sure to use the 'read more' option on tumblr (this is very important to me personally too)! And if someone points out that there are warnings or tags missing on your fics, please appreciate that they’re reaching out to you, I‘m sure their intentions were good. It really doesn’t hurt to include some more tags, even if they seem 'unnecessary' to you -> better safe than sorry!
Just be mindful of each other and treat everyone with respect, so we can all avoid any unwanted and most of all unnecessary drama and enjoy this fandom together.
Now, back to the main topic of this post:
I personally don’t view this type of content (or myself) as predatory or necessarily wrong, just because the characters are aged up. I‘m fully aware that sexualizing minors is wrong and it’s not my intention to create sexual scenarios about underage characters! To me, this is all just fiction. They’re not real. They’re literally blue aliens lol. I also consume and produce dark content like non-con and even stepcest au‘s, but that is something I would never ever support or want to experience in real life!!! I really can’t stress this enough, this is just fictional to me. And just because I age up characters or think they’re attractive in the movie, doesn’t mean I’m attracted to minors in real life. (I‘m not even attracted to guys that are only a year younger than me…)
I‘m also not aging them up to make myself feel better or because I think it makes the whole situation morally right, I’m aging them up because I’m only attracted to guys that are my age (or even older), which is basically the complete opposite of a pedophile as far as I know (?). I really hope that somehow makes sense and I’m not digging my own grave here…
However, I really can’t say this enough: I am absolutely fine that people have different opinions about that and if you’re following me and I ever post something that makes you uncomfortable, even if we’re mutuals/friends, you can unfollow or block me! I just want people to be comfortable on my blog and don’t force anyone to see content that is triggering to them or goes against their believes.
What I don’t support however, is people making fun of others publicly. Talk however you want about my work in private, idc. You can send me a DM if you want to say something, but please don’t encourage others to make fun of me, my works or others.
If you ever accidentally read something, because let’s say the author didn’t mention certain kinks / tropes or literal anything that’s triggering to you beforehand— reach out to them in private. And authors on the other hand, should be mindful of the content that they create and give people the option to avoid them. But please don’t cause public drama, don’t cause a literal witch-hunt. Online bullying can really fuck up peoples lives and mental health.
I think most drama could’ve been avoided if people were just more respectful towards one another and would handle things in private.
I really really hope that I chose the right words for this, as someone who’s not fluent in english it can be so hard to defend myself or get my point across lol
Last but not least, I just want to say thank you, especially to all my mutuals who continue to be respectful towards me, even if they have other opinions regarding the aging up of characters and all that. I‘m just glad that you’re here and chose to enjoy my other works instead. ❤️
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Halt and Catch Fire is the best show ever and you should watch it if you haven't.
It has amazingly deep and three-dimensional and tender characterizations and a plot that's structured kind of like a spiral, in that you observe the characters over the course of ten years where they keep ending up in similar situations and you can see how much they have or haven't grown since the last time they had to face a similar thing.
It gives you a new appreciation for the wild west days of IT of the 1980s and 1990s, which is something I keep seeing people mention but have actually never experienced on my own unless you count searching for pictures of the W.i.t.c.h. on dial-up and playing some kind of pop the bubble game in 1999.
It has amazing female characters that aren't perfect but also don't have flaws that are sexist stereotypes. The two female leads are an angry punk girl and a hyperfeminine Southern girl and they are both presented as equally competent and given equal importance, even though the hyperfeminine girl gets underestimated a lot in-universe (she has a STEM degree and is as good with computers as the other one, but gets relegated into a "team mum" role a lot).
There is A LOT of focus on friendships and business partnerships and found family - it gives these relationships equal focus to the romances, and they are all realistic and grounded in the characterizations of the leads. In fact, the last episode focuses on the two girls' partnership, not their respective romantic lives. But the romances are amazing too, I have never been invested in a pair so hard the way I currently am in Joe and Cameron, if I weren't bi already they'd be my bisexual awakening. They seem like total opposites but have so, so, many parallels between them, and they have realistically sad backstories that aren't the stock "I was beaten by my mean dad" type. And they have amazing chemistry. And I love how the show is aware of the fact that they need to go outside of their relationship to grow and address their shortcomings because they kind of have the same flaws too, and even though they're still kind of pining after each other they only come back to each other when they're capable of having a stable relationship. This is especially good beacuse the girl is in her early 20s at the beginning and it was so so good to see the show let her grow into her own, on her own, rather than leaving her stuck in an endless back-and-forth with a messed up guy who's her boss and 10 years older than her, but then also respecting the connection they have.
All the characters are realistically flawed, and their flaws come back to bite them in their asses in the end, and the setups for this are strewn across several seasons. And it all makes sense for the character as a whole - for example, the punk girl is rebelling against pretty controlling parenting, but she obviously never learned how to handle relationships except in terms of the dominant person and the one who obeys, so she'd rather live in anarchy and never form any kind of power ladder in the first place. However, when she is forced to do so in order to handle the people who work for her punk IT startup she becomes very autocratic and controlling, and when people try to give her ideas she replies with, "Well, I'm the boss so we'll do what I say."
Why does she do that? Because she obviously doesn't know how to argue constructively. She knows how to a) aggressively overwhelm you, b) get up and leave (as she did to her family) and c) submit (unacceptable).
She does b) to her smarmy yuppie "it's complicated" man who is also one of the main leads - he does something to break her trust, she just abandons him and that's it. But then she gets into a fight with her next boyfriend, and she just assumes that that's it, and he says, "Woah, we're not breaking up, we're just arguing, have you never done that before in your life?"
At the same time, she forms a partnership with the girly girl and the girly girl starts just going around her whenever she hears the "I'm the boss so we'll do as I say" thing because she's frustrated that she has no say in things. This leads to several fallouts because spiral plot structure, and they're all mostly over one of two things: Cameron (punk girl) is being autocratic or Donna (girly girl) is being manipulative. Eventually they run the company into the ground because they can't listen to each other, and the plot always varies which one of them is right and never paints one of them as the 100% villain because they're both being kind of assholes but also deeply sympathetic.. But over the course of all this Cameron kind of learns how to be more functional in her partnerships, which then helps her with both her love interests AND her career. And then other things happen to address and highlight other flaws of hers, and this happens to all of the characters - three marriages fall apart in the course of this show, several companies with really good ideas are run into the ground and a guy commits crimes and then commits suicide because he bought into a Steve Jobs-type bulshitter's cool aid too much.
It has what I'd call great queer rep because one of the leads being a bisexual man is treated very casually and yet the rare instances where homophobia is touched on fit into the rest of his character and backstory so well (he insults a homophobic business partner at some point, and he also has an AIDS scare, and he recalls being bullied at school and how it affected him, and he makes friends with a queer teen because he notices she's like him and that's it). Like, there's an episode where his ex boyfriend comes into the picture and the plot doesn't revolve around them both being men - the plot revolves around his current girlfriend feeling insecure about the guy still having feelings for his ex and coming off as flaky and untrustworthy. The genders of the characters are incidental.
Like seriously this is the best show ever and I don't know why people don't talk about it more, current stuff like The Bear and Succession can only wish to be this nuanced.
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texting woes
crispin x reader drabble
‘ me n u , date nxt fri, or el- ‘
way too threatening, delete.
‘ wouldst thou wish to accompany me t- ‘
too dorky, delete.
‘ heyy cuteface ;))) , wanna swing by my pl- ‘
“’Cuteface’?? You can not be serious right now.” Howell, who had been snooping over the clown enthusiast's shoulder, snags the phone out of his hands and deletes the poorly constructed message, writing something he deems more appropriate.
“Why’re you so nosey,” Crispin snarls and snatches his phone back, “This doesn’t even concern you!”
“I’m just trying to help you find someone, I need your room for storage.” The younger Wizard sibling shrugs, nearly throwing the older into a frenzy.
A throat clearing from the doorway distracts them from their impending argument, the second youngest of the family strolling in.
“Could you guys be any louder? I don’t think our neighbors caught that last part.” Cas drones on.
“Tell this barbarian,” The long-haired Wizard flicks his brother’s head, “that to woe someone, you must be delicate and alluring.”
“No, you tell this ass to mind his business!” Crispin smacks the offending hand away from him and crosses his arms with a huff.
“Why can’t I just ‘be myself’?”
“have you met you?”
The coding genius narrowly avoids a pillow thrown in her direction, “If we help, will you stop being a mopey baby?” (”I’m not being a mopey baby!!”)
“Ha,” Howell laughs sarcastically in his sister’s face, “you? you can’t woo even if your life depended on it.”
Shooting a glare at her older brother, Cas whips her head towards her short-tempered brother on the couch; she took her brother’s taunting as a challenge.
“Alright, tell them they look really nice today.”
“How would he know what they look like, genius? Ask them if they believe in love at first sight.”
“No way, tell them you only have three weeks to live-“
“What are you, a sadist?? Compliment their diet choices.”
Their screaming match attracts the attention of the rest of the family, the exact opposite of what Crispin wanted. When they’re briefed on the situation at hand, they also chime in with advice of their own.
(”Did you ask if they’re open to getting married?” “Deckard, they literally just met two days ago.”)
As a fight breaks out amongst the family over who’s right, Crispin manages to untangle himself from the mess and moves to stand over on the sidelines.
He lets out a sigh and re-evaluates his choices, knowing he probably should’ve just looked this junk up online. Maybe he shouldn’t even text at all..
A tap on the shoulder pulls him out of his funk and he looks over at the offender, his older brother, Wesley, extending his hand out for the phone.
‘Well, I’ve got nothing else to lose.’
He silently hands the device over and watches as the older Wizard types up a message and narrowly avoids a plant that was throw in their direction
‘ Got two tickets to the circus this Friday at 9, wanna come? ’
Before he could react, his brother hits send and hands the phone back over to a frazzled Crispin.
“WHA- WHY DIDN’T YOU LET ME READ IT FIRST? THAT IS WAY TOO DIRE-”
a buzz cuts through all the noise and quiets everything down, the fighting sibs pausing their brawl.
holding his breath, he glances at his phone.
‘ i’d love to !! see you then <3 ‘
…
“You’re welcome.”
#crispin wizard x reader#crispin x reader#bapc x reader#bee and puppycat#can you believe i had this all ready to post#whoopsss#cosmicwrites#hc that crispin has no game#i didnt make it clear but hes texting reader
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Today, I experienced a rather strange and unpleasant situation. As a huge fan of the series "Wednesday" on Netflix and a supporter of the Weyler relationship, I enjoy meeting people who have also watched the series to respectfully exchange viewpoints.
It turns out that a friend introduced me to a girl, a friend of his. But she's not just any friend; in Spanish, especially in Argentina, we call these types of girls "Amiguitas," because they are not really friends but girls who are in love with a guy and are in the friendzone, yet clearly want something more.
Returning to the topic, I went to deliver some university books she needed to this girl, but from the very first moment, I noticed she gave me a cold look when my friend said, "This is Anya, and she also likes the series 'Wednesday'." I thought to myself, "She's going to be my friend."
We started talking, but she never dropped her passive-aggressive attitude towards me, although I decided to let it go. However, things took a turn when I mentioned that I ship Tyler and Wednesday, don't like Xavier, and adore the friendship between "Chica Sol and Chica Luna," referring to Enid and Wednesday.
That's when everything escalated. She started saying that for her, Wednesday is aromantic asexual and that if she had a partner, she would be a lesbian because she seems to like Enid. Furthermore, she claimed that Tyler is not a victim but the villain, and Xavier is misunderstood, and I was wrong and didn't understand the series. She even insulted me, calling me stupid.
In the face of her aggression, my friend stayed silent. Although I'm not one to confront people, this time I couldn't hold back, and I replied, "First, don't shout at me because I'm speaking to you respectfully. Second, we're talking about a teenage series on Netflix, not Marx's 'Manifesto of the Communist Party'; it's not nuclear science to understand it. If you don't see Tyler as a victim, it worries me because you don't grasp the violence an abused person experiences. As for your views on Wednesday's sexual orientation, it's okay to have a different headcanon than mine, but we should respect each other's opinions. At the moment, canonically in the series, feelings between Wednesday and Tyler have been shown."
After that, I asked my friend to let me leave that uncomfortable situation, and I departed. I feel bad for losing my temper with an 18-year-old girl when I'm 25, but her comments were too offensive. I hope we can find more constructive ways to share opinions and respect differences in the future.
Let's also remember that everyone can have their headcanons about a character, a pairing, etc. We have no right to disrespect the headcanons, ships, or opinions of others. Let's create a healthy community.
#tyler galpin#wednesday addams#wednesday and tyler#wednesday x tyler#tyler x wednesday#tyler and wednesday#wyler#weyler#wednesday netflix#xavier thorpe#enid sinclair#headcanon
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