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yeojaa · 5 years ago

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finders keep hers.

reads part two and three. a drabble about idiots in love because it is literally my favourite trope in the world and also, who can resist a fuck boy!jk and a won't-tell-him!best friend? c'mon! also, big thanks to @hobi-gif for being the best beta reader i could ever ask for. xoxo

pairing. jjk x (named) f!reader. rating. ... explicit. tags. smut with idiots! big fucking idiots who do dumb things! but yeah, unprotected sex (please wrap the willy and don’t be silly), a lil bit of dirty talk, some angst if you squint at the right times. wc. 2.2k.

“Baby.” It comes out whiny and breathless, a world away from the usual confidence that spills off of his tongue. He’s half delirious, grip imprinting itself into the yielding flesh of your thighs. Each noise he makes sounds like it’s about to fully form before dropping off, stolen by some bliss that seems to reside back behind his eyelids. It splits and breaks over and over, murmurs of your name and affection and whatever else he can think of in the moment.

You love when he’s like this. Love that you can bring him to this - a man on his knees (or, more literally, on his back).

“Hm?” Laughter crawls off your tongue, slinking into the heavy air and dripping into the spaces between you, like the sweat that creeps down your neck and beads at his temples. You punctuate the question with a deliberate roll of your hips, single hand splayed out across the delightfully firm expanse of his chest.

The noise he makes is sinful - almost beguiling enough for you to stop the slow torture - but you think better of it when he meets your motion with one of his own. It’s disjointed, far less measured than yours, and driven by a need he can barely articulate.

“Use your words, Kookie.”

His childhood nickname shouldn’t sound the way it does - like fucking in powder rooms and secluded cabanas. It should spring forward light and airy, more childhood friendship than unbridled twenty-something year old lust.

You don’t think he minds, though. He certainly doesn’t look like he minds.

“Baby, please.” He moans it so prettily - like he’s begging for all the stars in the sky - that you want to give it to him. Want to, but won’t, because that’s not how this goes and you know he’ll thank you for it later. He always does.

“Please what, Bunny ?” You’re really teasing now. You wonder if he’ll hold it against you when he’s back to his senses.

Back to being Jeon Jungkook, the man with everything.

“You’re being mean.” How he manages to huff it when he’s hardly lucid, you’re not sure. You have to applaud him - reward him - so you do, dragging your fluttering walls off his cock, and all but dropping yourself back upon it. It’s the first inch you’ve given all afternoon - the first taste of anything other than slow and steady wins the race.

The grip on your hips borders on painful, the neatly trimmed edges of his nails digging into the pliant tanned skin. Your own fingers readjust, tweaking his nipple in the way you know he loves, and he nearly flinches away before leaning heavily into your touch, entire chest heaving.

“Fuck me,” he whines, again, in that voice. You snicker above him, soothing the red assault lines you’ve left across his torso with sweet brushes of your fingertips and the occasional graze of your lips.

“I am, honey.”

You know he tries to hold in the pent-up energy that radiates through his entire body, buzzing from his toes all the way up his spine. He bucks beneath you, seeking more, more, more like the greedy brat he is.

“Nuh uh,” you repeat, like a scolding school teacher. “You take what I give - or I’m going home.”

The threat is very real - you’ve done it before - and he immediately stills, eyes flashing wide and earnest up at you. His thumb rubs soothing circles across your hip bone - right where he’d dug his fingers in only moments earlier.

“I’m sorry,” he croaks and you know he means it. You can hear it in the way he can hardly speak. He tries again, softer now, with his charm turned up to eleven, tongue swiping over the spit-slicked edge of his bottom lip. “Please, angel?”

One hand is halfway up your side, moving with purpose until he finds the sensitive edge of your ribs, touch trailing over where he can feel each individual bone. He repeats the motion once, twice, before pressing the broad palm of his hand over your right shoulder blade, splaying digits across your back. You both know how easy it would be for him to drag you chest-to-chest, but he refrains - just looks up at you with those big doe eyes of his.

“Give me what I want, princess.” He’s pulling out all the stops - dressing you in every pet name imaginable. “I’ll make it worth your while - make that pretty pussy all messy for me.”

You don’t miss how he’s slowly grinding into you, the friction against your aching clit buzzing in the back of your mind as he whispers his sweet nothings.

“I don’t know, Bunny.” You’re playing a very specific role now. The role of aloof prey-turned-hunter, not a care in the world in sight. It doesn’t matter that maybe - just maybe, it’s all a very carefully practiced facade. It’s what he - and you - both need.

Each time you don’t flat out deny him, he’s emboldened. He ruts his hips into you a little more firmly, fucks himself into you with a little more intention. You hardly even notice the coil of his hand until the heat from his palm is searing through the delicate skin of your neck, his fingers pressing into the sensitive spot beneath your ear.

You want to rebuff him a bit longer but Jungkook knows all of your weaknesses and exploits them like a power hungry tyrant. “I don’t hear a ‘no’ , baby.”

Not like you can say much of anything when he’s got his hand around your throat. He knows that just as well as you.

“Tell me you want this, too.” He doesn’t need the affirmation but he craves it from you - demandsit by dropping his other hand from your waist to the apex of your thighs. He repeats himself as he swirls his thumb over your clit, circling it with the lightest of pressure.

His grip on your neck even relents enough to allow an answer to slip past your lips. In his mind, he’s being very, very lenient.

You do your best to refrain. Frankly, you think you do better than most women would. But there’s still only so much you can take and a sharp, tantalizing pinch to your most sensitive bundle of nerves is not one of them.

It sparks an inferno through you, heat devouring every ounce of sensibility.

“Okay, okay!” You’re matching him in tone, petulence tearing off your tongue. “I give.”

He grins - that slow, cat-ate-the-canary thing that demands attention and steals hearts. The same smile he’s carried his entire life, buck-toothed and adorable. “That’s right, baby. I always win.” Triumph colours his words and you almost roll your eyes; he stops you with an abrupt repositioning, your sweat-slicked frame pushed off him in a single fluid motion. You feel like a ragdoll.

You don’t have time to reprimand him before he’s got you, crowded against your back with his face buried against your nape and his cock brushing through your folds. Your knees are kicked apart, spread obscenely around him. His favourite position, you think, though he’d claim otherwise.

“Jungkook!” You snarl, growing impatient with how he teases you, forearm caged right beneath your breasts and the other resting against the mattress.

For all his bitching and complaining, he’s being a real big asshole now.

“What - no more Bunny?” The words roll hotly into your ear, followed by the sharp edge of enamel as he nips at the delicate cartilage and tongues right below your lobe at the spot that makes you keen. He’s mocking you, dragging the swollen head of his cock against your clit over and over but never giving you more - never taking you in the way he’d begged to do.

“If you don’t smarten up right now—” It’s a hiss that leaves no room for argument. “—get the hell off me.”

Maybe it’s sixteen years of friendship or maybe it’s how hot you sound when you’re pissed off. Either way, it’s the last straw and he’s burying himself to the hilt, filling you up so well that you can’t help the way you moan, lewd like a well-paid pornstar.

“Better?” He huffs, somehow, in between his hard unrelenting thrusts that bounce you across his thousand thread count sheets.

His lips find a spot right between your neck and shoulder and he mouths greedily over it, saliva soothing the roses that bloom beneath his teeth. He does this every time - marking you in ways you can’t stop, placing a glaring neon sign that reads JEON JUNGKOOK .

“Stop talking.” Not that you don’t love his voice - not that you don’t love him, deep down - but because you can’t focus. You’re far too tightly strung from your earlier activities and your insides feel like they’re melting, molten lava seeping through your system each time he presses back into you.

You can feel every ridge and vein, anchored with nowhere to go by his weight. It’s absurd how he stretches and fills you - like you can feel him all the way in your throat. It’s too much and not enough all at once.

“Don’t get mouthy,” he returns, playful as ever. A small part of you wonders how he looks - if he’s got that stupid grin on his face - but you know you can’t turn. He’s calling all the shoots now, just like he loves to do. “C’mere, angel.” You’re up and back in the next instant; he’s holding you flush against his chest with ease, hips hardly missing a beat as he pulls you upright.

Damn him and his strength.

The sound you make when his cock drags against that particular spot inside you is almost laughable. “Kook .” His name is hardly that - more of a garbled plea. You briefly wonder if you look as stupid as you suddenly sound.

Satisfaction practically rolls off him in waves, suffocating you just as his right hand does, the left darting to focus on your clit. “That’s right.” He’s saccharine sweet, nipping and nibbling at your pulse as he feels it jump beneath his tongue.

You’ve done this enough times that he knows you’re close and he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t, too.

“Come on, baby. Let go - I know you want to.” You can’t stop yourself when he’s whispering so nicely, coaxing you into a state of euphoria with his hand and his cock and his goddamn good-for-nothing mouth. You’re mewling nonsense, meeting his every movement like your life depends on it. You’re so close, tittering on the edge of an impossibly dark abyss; you think you might cry.

Then all at once, with a particularly rough snap of his hips and just a bit more pressure on your clit, white hot heat sears through you. It starts in your core and pulls through your limbs, dissolving your bones into nothingness as you reach your long-awaited high.

Tears are spilling over before you can register it, wetness heavy in your throat and the line of your lashes.

“That’s right. Cream all over this cock, baby. Good girl.” Jungkook never ceases his quiet words of encouragement or how he rocks against you, your name rolling off his tongue like a balm to soothe the burns he’s left behind.

Even while he’s chasing his own release, he never forgets about you, humming reassurances into your curtain of dark hair.

You try to return the favour - it’s an almost impossible feat - when his hips stutter and he loses his rhythm. Fisted into the sheets, your hand finds his, thin fingers coiling around knuckles that strain white beneath permanent ink.

“Kook. Kook. Please cum for me.”

You’re begging him in a way he can’t resist and he spills inside of you then, filling you so well you can feel it slick down your thighs as he rides out his high.

When he’s spent and satisfied, he breaks away and tosses himself at your side, rolling onto his back. He sounds like he’s run a marathon when he speaks, out of breath and giddy. “God - you’re so good for me.” He says it almost like he means it as more than it is - more than a casual fuck on a Friday night.

You’re up before he has a chance to pull you to him, picking up your discarded clothes as you move towards his bathroom.

“You’re leaving?” Why he sounds so surprised, you’re not sure but you’re grateful for the closed door and the inability to see his face. You can only imagine how it looks, framed by his just-fucked mess of hair and bathed in the afternoon light.

You emerge from the bathroom fully clothed, strands of your own swept into a haphazard braid that hides the mosaic he’d painted with his mouth. You’re careful not to meet his stare as you retrieve your bag from his immaculately kept desk, sliding it over your shoulder. “I have a report I need to submit tonight.”

“You can do it here.” He’s not wrong - you’d done most of your university coursework in his living room.

But that was then and this is now and it’s hard enough sleeping with your best friend without feelings getting in the way so you shake your head and laugh, nonchalant as you can manage. “You have coffee with that girl from Wednesday at 8 AM and I’m definitely not in the mood for an early morning tomorrow.”

You can practically see the gears turning in his head - the proverbial gun he’s about to use to riddle your reasoning with holes - and raise a hand to silence him before he can begin.

“I’ll see you later, okay?” Then you’re gone, half your heart in your chest and the other in the hands of your stupid, oblivious best friend.

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guessimjoiningthespidermanfandom · 4 years ago

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No “Phased” not “Fazed”

Peter Parker x bisexual!reader

Peter Parker x fem!reader

Peter Parker x black!reader

Peter Parker x villain!reader

Warnings: Language, Drug use, drug mentions, allusions to suicide attempt, mention of drug dealers, allusions to mafia, mentions of murder, mentions of assassins and bounty hunters, guns, stealing, thieves, knives, mentions of bombs, and mentions of toxic parents.

Word Count: 4.5k

Songs: All for Us- Labrinth & Zendaya, Ykwim?- Yot Club, and R.I.P 2 My Youth- The Neighborhood.

“Sleeping in my old bed was odd. It was unwelcoming. Like the room was trying to kick me out or something. I slid out of bed slipped my house shoes on and climbed out onto the fire escape outside of my window. It was quiet for New York tonight. Sometimes I wonder what it’d be like to live in an area where the air wasn’t so polluted. Maybe I’d be an entirely different person. Have a different life. Different friends. Maybe I’d be happier. Maybe isn't enough though. Because maybe isn't reality.”

A/N: I just realized it’s pouring outside but I’m sorry this ones so short it was just taking me a long time to push out 10k words long chapters so they’ll probably be a bit shorter now.

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Paramore was right. About it all. These are some really hard times. My hair is falling out, I’m gonna be bald by the end of the week.

I picked the wrong month to suddenly become a better person because words can’t express how bad I want to pop a molly and feel absolutely nothing right now.

Taking it all for us

Taking it all

Taking it all for us

I sniffled and wiped at the tears falling from my eyes.

I was trying to be as quiet as possible and the worse part is I didn’t even know what I was crying about.

“YN?” Aaliyah knocked on the bathroom door.

“Yeah?” I asked after clearing my throat.

I moved back into my grandma’s house last week because like I said I don’t have rent. I liked how she knocked even though the door wasn't locked. I wasn’t allowed to lock doors when my family is around. It’s just them being extra cautious ever since “the accident” dun dun dun.

“You okay?”

“I’m good. Just washing my face.”

I haven’t spoken to Peter since we kissed. Not because I was avoiding him, it's just that I dropped my phone off the side of a train when I was laying on top of it.

So I haven’t talked to anyone. I’ll just see him in school when Christmas break is over.

Right now I’m gonna go to work and try not to beat the fuck out of a customer.

On some days I feel like I don’t have a heart. Not that I don’t feel any emotions or anything just that my chest is hollow. There aren't any bones in my body and if they were they’d be brittle.

The hollow feeling is as nice as it is scary. I can’t be hollow now though. I have a 6 hour shift to get through then and only then can I be hollow.

Doing it all for love

Doing it all

Every time life gets a little bit hard I run back to terrible old habits. However I never had any problems before I stopped being Thorn.

Sure correlation doesn’t always equal causation but there is no way this is a coincidence.

I could always just do something small and see if it goes unnoticed. I’ll think about it later.

“Which one should I get?” I asked, holding up two cat sweaters.

“The elf one.” Sapphire picked. “We have an elf at our school.”

“What’s their name?”

“Sparkle.” She nodded her head. “I know they’re not real though. Cause Santa isn’t real.”

I wasn’t gonna lie to her. If she knew Santa wasn’t real why try to convince her of it.

An old white man who watches you at all times and is gonna give you gifts if you’re good is a weird thing to tell little kids anyway.

“Does that mean I don’t have to get you anything?”

“No!” She said almost immediately, making me laugh. “I still want presents.”

“I’m kidding. If you stop messing up my room I’ll get you something.”

I was gonna buy her something regardless I just really did need her to stay out of my things.

“Go get Liyah so we can go.”

She came back from the other side of the store dragging Liyah with her seconds later.

“Look at how cute she is!” I marveled, lifting Salem who was wearing her sweater up at my grandma.

“Girl.” She pointed her finger at me. “Get that cat outta my face.”

I laughed and stepped back opening my arms letting Salem jump out of them.

Doing it all for love

Taking it all for us, all

I wasn’t for sure going to turn back to Thorn. Nothing is certain I’m just keeping my options open.

“There is this one guy.” Doc said scooting in his chair. “Goes by the name Rogue says they got a job for anyone who’s willing.”

“What’s the job?”

“Recollection.”

Fancy word for stealing something for some rich guy who’s too good to get their own hands dirty.

“When?”

“I’ll just send you the contact information at the usual time.”

“Alright.” I pushed up from the small chair I was in.

“Thanks Doc!” I called as I left the small restaurant that was somehow not so obviously a front.

Maybe I was just good at spotting these things but it gave “family business” vibes if you catch my drift.

Doc was a good person. If you could be a good person and a criminal.

I like to think those things can go together because if I didn’t believe that I’d go insane.

Doing it all for love

Yeah-eh, yeah-eh, eh

Nothing is certain. I’m not saying I am going to steal this thing for this man but I am saying it’s worth thinking about.

$450k is a lot of money that I couldn’t make that quickly in any legal way. For now I’m just going to write these details down and think about it.

Too much in my system (famine, famine)

People say high school isn’t the beginning or the end and they’re right, middle school is. It’s both the beginning and the end.

Most people can attest to middle school being the worst years of their life. You can simplify that even further to 7th grade.

In 7th grade I smoked weed for the first time and fell in love. I’m in no way shape or form saying it’s a gateway drug but we all see how I act now.

The second I got put in a predominantly white school is the seconds pills started getting shoved down my throat and with my vast experience I’ve discovered some pills are okay to take.

Basically meaning they don’t count as drugs.

Like Adderall it’s just a little extra you know? It’s not a real drug like Fentanyl. It’s okay to take in moderation.

I swear to god if this plug doesn’t hit me back.

Maybe it’s a sign that I shouldn’t fuck my progress up like this.

Ding!

Nevermind.

One pill, it’s not like I’m addicted or anything. It’s basically just self medicating. Like taking Advil for a headache.

It took me a while to realize Adderall didn’t affect me like it did normal people. It just helped me concentrate, not make me hyper or whatever. The first couple of times I just thought it wasn’t working.

It’s simply so I can go to work with no complications and focus more on if I should take the recollection job or not.

Money MIA (pockets hella empty)

“Do you have another card you can use?” The cashier asked as the transaction wouldn’t complete.

I groaned and shook my head.

Who charges $120 for a nail kit anyway. If I had my phone I’d call Bri and just ask if I can use some of her old stuff.

I opened my purse and pulled out 4 $50s and threw them on the counter, I was trying not to get mad at the cashier; she didn’t mark the prices.

She bagged the box and handed me my change.

“Have a nice day.”

“Thank you! You too” I said as I grabbed the receipt.

Mama making ends meet (making ends meet)

Working like a slave (Mississippi, aye-aye)

Okay I’m doing it. I’ve thought enough and I clearly have zero fucking money and even with two jobs it’s still not enough.

Sure, it shouldn’t be a 16 year old’s job to provide for their family but I should want to help.

I’m not Thorn anymore. I’m not anything.

“Are you done?” I whined as Wade was sewing my new suit together.

It wasn’t so much new as it was me.

I wasn’t Thorn anymore I’m not sure if I ever was to begin with but I outgrew it.

I didn’t really want to be anything.

I just was.

I couldn’t help but feel bad about this. Sure I didn’t owe Peter anything but doing this felt like a betrayal of some sorts.

“It needs more holsters.” I said standing in front of the full length mirror after trying on the suit.

“You can do it yourself. I’m tired-“

“Isn’t it like, physically impossible for you to get tired?” I interrupted.

I wasn’t sure how his enhancement worked but I don’t think an practically immortal person would have to sleep let alone get tired.

“Isn’t it like, physically impossible for you to get tired?” He mocked me in a high pitched voice.

“Get out my house.” He flipped me off.

“I don’t sound like that.”

“That’s exactly what you sound like.”

I left Wade’s house flipping him off and taking a pizza box from his fridge along with my new suit.

Daddy ain't at home, no (Father, Father)

Gotta be a man (Michael Corleone)

“So what are you gonna do next?” Camilla asked.

It was an innocent question, it really was I just wasn’t expecting it.

Because truly I don’t know I wasn’t really expecting to live this long.

I’d gone over to my dads house because my sisters were going and why not. Not like he can make me stay if shit hits the fan.

I wanted to get to know Camilia anyway. She wasn’t bad compared to the other people my dad had brought home at some point.

“I don’t know, maybe I’ll be a nurse or something.” I lied.

“The medical field is always needing more members. It’s a lot of school though.”

“Yeah she could handle it.” My dad smiled and clapped my shoulder.

I held back a grimace at the contact covering it up with a smile.

We spent the rest of the day with my sisters and I getting to know Camilia better.

She claimed she wasn’t trying to replace our mom which obviously not it’d be dumb to try.

Sapphire probably doesn’t even remember mom though so who was there to replace? Me? I raised her so I am her mom.

I believe my dad is sober. I don’t believe he was sober the first time he claimed to be because alcoholism will actually kill you if you stopped just like that.

I’m glad he was able to get clean for someone and I don’t mean that on some backhanded shit, I’m serious.

Even if I wasn’t good enough for it to be me I’m glad he’s finally clean for now.

Sleeping in my old bed was odd. It was unwelcoming. Like the room was trying to kick me out or something.

I slid out of bed slipped my house shoes on and climbed out onto the fire escape outside of my window.

It was quiet for New York tonight. Sometimes I wonder what it’d be like to live in an area where the air wasn’t so polluted.

Maybe I’d be an entirely different person. Have a different life. Different friends. Maybe I’d be happier.

Maybe isn't enough though. Because maybe isn't reality.

Do it for my homegrowns (sisters, brothers)

Do it for the fam (yeah, so tell 'em Labby)

Ey! (Oh, oh, oh, oh)

“Say fuck.” I whispered to my niece as I held up my middle finger.

I looked behind to see if my brother was coming then started again.

“Can you say shit? Say shit.” I tried again.

She just stared at me as if I was speaking a foreign language.

I’m completely okay with her doing nothing as long as she doesn’t throw up or cry.

I made it my goal to teach my niece and nephews as many cuss words as possible every time I saw them.

And I came over to leave the gifts I had just spent my last $40 on at my brothers house because my sisters are nosy.

“Can you drop them off for me please?” I placed the bags at my brother's feet.

I had been ignoring him the entire time I’ve been here in all honesty.

It’s fine though he’ll be alright and his kids are nicer to me than he is.

“Yeah I was gonna come over there anyway.”

“Thank you!” I turned back to wave at him.

I adjusted my niece on my waist before walking back into her room and said bye to her and her siblings before I left.

Just for your love, yeah, I'll

Give you the world

“If I knew the last place I had them. I’d have them don't you think?” I told Salem as I was looking for my antidepressants.

I’m actually losing my mind. The only people who talk to their pets are crazy people and white people. Which honestly? same thing.

I have no money to go to the mall. I get paid next week but I don’t see why I can’t just go look.

The second I walked in, there were a million people buying last minute gifts for tomorrow.

I’m trying to put myself first and think about myself but when everything reminds me of someone that’s hard.

There was a Legoland store to my left and I only knew two people on this planet who are into legos and I don’t talk to one of them anymore.

“Why spiderman?” I asked, sticking a 4x4 block on another. “Why not spider-boy? You’re like 15.”

Peter just gave me a look.

“Nevermind I hear it.” I laughed, I leaned back letting my back hit the edge of his bed.

“Why do you have a bunk bed?”

He shrugged.

“Ned used to sleep over a lot.”

As the night progressed I asked more and more questions. I’m a very curious person.

“How many of the Avengers do you think you could take down?”

“At once?”

“No one at a time.” I clarified. “My answers three.”

“Really?” He turned to face me. “Which ones.”

“One Hawkeye, two Falcon, and three Captain America.”

Hawkeye’s easy just get his bow away from him.

You could probably just rip the Falcon’s wings apart. Three just get the shield away from him and knock him out with something metal.

“Why not Black Widow?” He asked and I couldn’t tell if he was joking or not.

“She’s scary as hell I’m not trying to die at the end of the fight.”

I know for a fact she’d beat my ass into oblivion she looks like she took ballet and I do not fuck with ballerinas.

“I beat up the Falcon once.” He nodded.

“So I’ve been told.” I smiled.

He was always talking about going to an airport in Germany but it was fine because he always looked so excited about it.

That day happened to be the last time I ever touched a lego.

Sometimes there are patterns that stay in your head forever.

The numbers 347-338-7178 is one of those patterns. I couldn’t remember why it was on the forefront of my mind until I called it. I couldn’t go to bed until I did.

“Hello?” A groggy voice picked up the phone.

I knew that voice.

“Elizabeth?” I smiled.

“Is this Y/N?” Guess she knew my voice too.

“Yeah. I missed you.” Weird way to start a conversation on my part.

“It’s like 3 am in the morning, what are you calling for-“ She cut herself off.

“You’re not about to pull a Hannah Baker are you?”

“No, no I’m better now. I just remembered this number and couldn’t sleep until I called it.” I laughed. “How’s Phoebe?”

Elizabeth was one of my best friends when I still went to school in the Bronx. We fell out when I started going to Midtown.

Phoebe was my Goddaughter. Liza’s a teen mom, one of many of those who live in my neighborhood.

“She’s good. Finally sleeping on a normal schedule.” She laughed.

“Maybe I could come visit y’all again.” I offered.

I didn’t know if she’d accept, this whole thing started on a whim.

“You better.” I could almost hear her smile.

Kids are always so excited for Christmas and that’s only because they don’t understand how money works.

Sure I got off early yesterday but, I’m still tired and do not want to be getting up right now. It’s like 6:30 am.

“Come on.” Sapphire tugged on my wrist. “Grandma said we couldn’t open anything until you get up.”

“Alright.” I rubbed my eyes and threw my legs over the side of the small twin bed.

Saph dragged me all the way into the living room after I slipped my house shoes on.

There weren’t many presents compared to what some other kids get, but it was what we knew so it was fine.

I liked watching my sisters open their presents. It reminded me of when mom was still around.

My grandma got me some color pencils and a canvas and I wasn’t expecting to get anything else I was content with what I did get.

But after I threw away all the wrapping paper my sisters came up to me and gave me a small card.

There were three girls drawn on the front one with a tiara or a crown.

It read “thanks for being the Queen of big sisters.”

The inside of the card said “thank you for taking care of us we love you.”

I hugged each of them to my waist and told them I loved them too.

“You’re my favorite parent.” Liyah smiled at me.

To some people that might not have been a big deal but I wanted to cry man.

Instead I smacked her head and told her to go put her stuff up.

Mona Lisa's smile

Hey (oh, oh, oh, oh)

And I'll do 25 to life

If it makes me a king

A star in your eyes

Guilty or innocent

Criminals are not stupid. The ones who get caught are but to not get caught you have to be smart.

Support systems are smart. There are always places where all the assassins, highly trained thieves, and everyone in between hangout at.

For me it was Club 316 in Brooklyn. Located in Brooklyn meant no Spiderman and no invasive questions from Peter.

I hadn’t been here in a year.

I sat at the bar and waited for I don’t really know what actually.

“How’s my favorite bounty hunter?” I joked when Jewel walked into the bar throwing her gun on the counter.

“I like the new suit.” She waved her hand over my body. “Haven’t seen you in a while. Thought you kicked the bucket.”

“You wish. I’m gonna live way longer than you.” I claimed.

We had this ongoing bet on who was gonna get murdered first.

Thorn was a way cooler name than Jewel so my legacy better live longer.

“Nah, just took a break.”

“Glad to see you back then.”

I laughed.

“Yeah. I’m back.”

I was smiling when I said it. I wasn’t happy though. I’m not really back. This is a temporary fix to a temporary problem.

Yeah.

One time thing.

My love is infinite, I'm giving it

No need for prisoners

Bitch please, hands up this is a stick up.

Stealing from other thieves was always my favorite thing to do. It was like a game of tag.

I honestly have no idea where I am as of now. I’m just gonna grab this thing and get out.

The air in this building is stale, it’s an office building but it seems like no ones ever worked here.

It gives me very bad vibes.

I’m supposed to pass three doors on the left hand side and take this thingy out of a case. I pushed the door open and it creaked.

I panicked for about 3 seconds until I realized this building is vacant. I’d checked.

That doesn’t mean I’m taking my hand off this knife in my holster.

I sprayed instant freeze on the large keypad and knocked it off with my elbow once it was completely frozen.

I cut all of the wires that were connected to the keypad off.

I could not be a bomb defuser because all I would do is cut all of the wires and see what happens.

I pulled the door to the thick glass case open and grabbed the ball inside. It was heavy and cool. I could feel the coldness through my gloves.

It had a metallic sheen and I could not guess what it was if my life depended on it.

I thought this was a trap at first, it was way too easy but as soon as that $450k was wired into my account I went about my day no questions asked.

Hey, yeah

I'm taking it

Yeah-eh

I'm taking it all for us, all

Doing it all for love

Sometimes for weeks at a time I’ll zone out and not realize what has gone down between them.

I woke up today and found out school was starting again. At least today will basically be a free day.

No one does anything on the first day back because the teachers are tired too.

Just have to make it through today without falling asleep in class.

I’m pretty sure I slept in every single one of my classes including PE. I don’t know for sure, I was zoned out for most of it.

I did have to go on my “apology tour” as I called it. An apology tour is when you have to apologize to everyone you know individually after you ghost them for 2 or more weeks for whatever reason. Normally the reason is just a depressive episode.

Yeah-eh, yeah-eh, eh

Guess you figured my two times two

Always equates to one

Everything is a competition with me. That’s how I keep pushing. I bet you this, I bet you that. I bet you I’ll break the cycle and live past 17 blah blah blah so on and so forth.

I bet you I’m gonna be the one to kill Tony Stark. Somehow this is his fault everything is his fault.

I knew he kept tabs on Felicia’s alter ego cause I saw it while I was snooping in some SHIELD shit so he probably keeps tabs on Thorn too.

Everything is always his fault. Everything.

“I’m not gonna apologize.” I told Peter defending myself I wanted to walk away but I had nowhere to go.

“I’m not asking you to apologize, I'm asking for an explanation.”

“What makes you think you deserve one?”

“Maybe I don’t.”

I could be nicer but I was right I don’t owe him anything. I also didn’t have an explanation because he wasn’t supposed to find out.

But no, I still ended up trapped on the road on top of this abandoned underpass being lured into talking about something I have already declared my least favorite topic.

He always got me like that luring me up onto tall structures.

I don’t have to be nicer because I already know how this story ends, I’ve read it before and it doesn't have a good ending.

Not for me at least.

There’s no point in putting any effort into this “relationship�� if you could even call it that, that isn’t going anywhere. The sooner I shut this down the sooner I’ll be able to get over this.

Dreamers are selfish

When it all comes down to it

“Look.” I sighed. “I’m clearly not whoever you thought I was. I’m not going anywhere good in life so you should probably just leave me alone.”

“I’m obviously broken beyond repair. So just get me arrested or whatever it is that you do you can’t fix me.”

“You’re not broken.” He tried to assure, I just barely stopped myself from rolling my eyes. “You’re just conflicted. I just wanna understand you so I can help you.”

God he’s so naive and it’d be adorable if it wasn’t so concerning.

I wanted to yell “I don’t need your help” and scream my lungs out.

But I knew I needed help.

Obviously.

I was struggling big time I’d just get help from myself like I always have.

“I really truly don’t need anyone’s help. I do appreciate the offer though.”

I hope one of you come back to remind me of who I was

“Really I do.”

I took a step back once the words left my mouth and I could see it in his eyes, he knew what I was about to do but I was faster than any attempts he could’ve made to stop me.

“There’s always a way out babe,” I began, sitting on the edge of the terrace. The eyes on his mask widening as he realized what I was about to do. I pulled out the stash knife in my boot and jumped down.

He shot a web at me and asked what was wrong with me. I used it to swing forward onto the nearest balcony and cut the web. I broke into the apartment taking some food and medicine things of the sort as I was leaving the building. I was fine but our precious Spidey didn’t know that.

Then I ran.

I ran all the way to the nearest subway station and held it together until I was in the comfort of my own bed then I cried.

I cried because it was easier than anything else.

When I go disappearing

Into that good night (good night)

Sometimes you forget.

There’s a lot of things you forget but sometimes you forget someone died.

You’ll go to call them, or you’ll buy something for them, set a plate for them, etc then you realize and you feel like you’re choking.

One thing I will never forget is everything my dad’s done to me or anyone else.

I stopped calling him dad at one point but then started again to remind him that he’s supposed to be my dad.

He was supposed to take care of me and teach me how to ride a bike, or comfort me after my first break up but he never did any of that and he was there.

He was there and never even tried.

I would never let him forget that he didn’t try. But I am gonna go to this police station and ask Jeff how to apply for emancipation. I’m gonna do it for real this time.

I'm taking it all for us, all

Doing it all for love

Yeah-eh, yeah-eh, eh

Brooklyn felt off.

Something bad was gonna happen. It felt a little too much like the intro of a bad horror movie.

I kept walking and kept my head down.

I heard a faint beeping noise that I couldn’t shake.

It was probably just coming from an alarm inside some building. I thought to myself in an attempt to soothe my nerves.

It wasn’t nearly as bad as the siren sound that I kept hearing around homecoming season but just as annoying.

I sped up my pace a bit. I only had to make it 4 more blocks and I’d be at the police station.

The beeping only got louder and louder until it felt like a dog whistle. My brain was all foggy and felt like it did when Wanda Maximoff used her powers against me.

My legs felt unstable and numb but I made it my best effort to stay upright. My vision blurred as tears filled my eyes from the sheer levels of pain I was in.

My hands flew up to guard my ears as everything went black.

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laddieseddiemunster · 4 years ago

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The Lost Boys x Reader Who Has A Pet

Sorry that I haven’t been posting very much. I have two posts that are sitting in my drafts and they’re probably going to take some time to make. One is an ask and the other is an idea I came up with. By the way the anon who gave me a request about a 13/14 year old reader that the boys accidentally turn, I’m sorry that your request is taking so long. If you’re reading this then I will get your request out soon.

David

david doesn’t hate animals. no matter how much they hate him. it really just depends on the animal though. david likes animals mainly for protection. not so much for loveable purposes. that’s kind of the reason why he’s not too fond of marko’s piegons. how are those feather friends going to be able to protect them if hunters come after them. that’s right. they won’t.

you had kept your little secret from david for a while. it was until he offered you to move into the cave with him when you realized you were going to have to tell him about your secret. when you told him about your pet he wasn’t too upset about it. he was more upset about the fact that you didn’t tell him before. depending on what the pet would be, this is how it would go:

if it’s a dog that’s big or a puppy that will eventually become big then david has no problem with it at all. they could use a hound for protection anyway. of course, he wouldn’t change the dog without your permission, but he might have to anyway. since animals can sense a vampire as danger, your dog doesn’t really like david. so if you don’t let him change the puppy into a hellhound then it’ll just hate him. david would probably end up changing the dog anyway, since he doesn’t want a good protector dog to hate him.

if it’s a small dog then it’ll go differently. david doesn’t hate it. he just wishes it was a bit bigger. how is this little thing going to protect you? it’s just there for playing and cuddles. and david plays, but he doesn’t cuddle. (unless the other guys aren’t around). eventually, he’ll warm up to the little guy. especially when he sees that it makes you happy.

cats are a completely different story. david isn’t a cat person. it’s not because the cat can’t protect him. he just doesn’t really like cats. he’s definitely the type of person/vampire that’s never had a cat but says they’re mean little creatures. it’ll definitely be something he’ll have to get used to. the only thing he doesn’t mind about having a cat is there is a possibility the cat could kill some of marko’s pigeons. david won’t tell marko this, but sometimes those birds get on his nerves.

pets that live in a cage (birds, hamsters, rabbits, ferrets, etc.) he really has no problem with. if it’s a hamster or something similar, he’ll occasionally let it out of the cage since it can’t really do much damage. for some reason david likes watching it roam around for a little while before putting it back in its cage. if it’s a bird then david won’t complain, but it’s just another feather creature to add to marko’s collection. same goes with a fish. it can’t get out of the tank and bother him, so he has no problem.

if you have some sort of reptile (snake, lizard, turtle, etc.) it really goes in the same category as a pet in a cage. it can’t get out and mess with his things so he doesn’t mind. if you have a snake then david will be pretty impressed. most people hate snakes yet you have one as a pet! he’d always hold it in his arms while it slithers to feel the scales. your snake will end up being his pet too. he just cant get over how cool it looks, and that you aren’t afraid of it.

Dwayne

dwayne considers himself an animal person. size doesn’t matter to him. big or small they all deserve to be loved. he hates the fact that they can’t really have pets since most animals hate them. he doesn’t remember the last time a dog even got close to him without barking. dwayne is a fan of any animal with fur. he loves to pet them and cuddle them even though he hasn’t gotten that opportunity in decades.

you kept your pet a secret from him mainly because you didn’t know how he was going to react. you’ve never seen him interact with an animal, so you just assumed he didn’t like them. when dwayne found out about your pet he was quick to let you know that he had no problem with animals. then he had to explain the whole animals dont like him story to you. depending on your pet these would be his different reactions:

if it’s a big dog then he has no problem at all. he grew up with a dog so he already knows how to take care of it. since the dog probably won’t like him he’ll want to change it to a hellhound, but if you don’t want to then he’ll just try to win over it’s trust. once dwayne has the dogs trust he’ll treat it as if it was his own dog. he’ll take it on walks at night with you, and totally spoil it with toys. since the dog is big and can protect you it gives him one less thing to worry about. if your dog ever saves you from something, dwayne will treat it like it’s the best dog in the world.

small dogs basically fall in the same category as big dogs to dwayne. they’re just smaller. he likes small dogs because they’re easier to carry and cuddle with. dwayne won’t admit it, but he loves to cuddle with a furry friend. if it falls asleep on his lap or chest he will not move. he will wait for it to wake up. another reason why dwayne likes small dogs is its a good playmate for laddie. the boy is small and so is the dog, so it works out for both of them.

surprisingly, dwayne has no problem with cats. he thinks that the whole dogs are for boys and cats are for girls is bogus. they weren’t made for a specific gender, so who cares what other people think. he’s aware that cats are a bit more difficult to gain trust of unlike dogs, but he’s a pretty patient guy. if the cat doesn’t like him at first, then he’ll wait for the right time. dwayne admires how close you are to your cat. one time he saw you and your cat asleep together while cuddling, and he couldn’t think of a more adorable sight.

if it’s an animal that lives in a cage (birds, hamsters, rabbits, ferrets, etc.) he’s pretty interested about it. dwayne has never had an animal like that other than marko’s piegons, but even then he doesn’t really know how to take care of them. he’s eager to learn though. if it’s a bird then he’ll try to gain its trust. he’s always wanted to hold a bird on his finger. if it’s a fish then he’ll buy food for it, but he’ll be a little disappointed since he can’t really hold it.

pet reptiles (snakes, lizards, turtles, etc.) are on a different road for him. he’s not afraid of them, but he’s just more on the cautious side. the last thing dwayne would want is for your snake to bite you or hurt you in some way. even though the snake isn’t venomous, that still doesn’t stop his worrying. he also doesn’t want the snake to scare laddie. he’d feel terrible if the snake got loose and scared the poor kid. other than that lizards and turtles are fine.

Paul

paul likes animals, but he also likes to bug them. so when he was human, animals didn’t really like him, and obviously they hate him as a vampire. after a while he missed the affection that he received from animals even if they didn’t like him. at least they went near him. now they don’t at all.

when you told paul that you had a pet he was pretty eager to meet it. he also wondered why you kept it a secret in the first place. you told him it was because you didn’t know if he liked animals or not. he explained to you that he did like animals, and that he wanted to meet yours as soon as possible. paul does have a preference towards animals, so this is how it’d go depending on what pet you have:

if it’s a big dog or a puppy that’ll become a big dog, paul will want to gain its trust as soon as possible. he doesn’t want the dog that you love so much to want to tear him apart. he’ll start by giving it loads of treats and bones from people they kill. you’ll have to tell him to take it down a notch because you don’t want your dog to gain a lot of weight. paul would want to change your dog into a hellhound mainly because no matter how much he tries the dog still doesn’t like him and he’s getting impatient. if you let him then he’ll turn your dog right away, and they’ll become best friends.

small dogs are a little bit different for paul. they’re so little and all he wants to do is get on it’s nerves. after bugging your small dog he starts to realize that the dog has more reasons to hate him now. he won’t ask to change it into a hellhound because a small dog won’t really be much protection. so the only way to win over the dogs trust is for paul to use some mind tricks, and that’s exactly what he does. paul does learn the hard way that you can’t be too rough with a smaller dog. he gets a little disappointed when he can’t play fight with it.

if you have a cat then paul will actually want to get to know it. he’s never had a cat and he wants to know why everyone says they’re annoying. when he finds out that cats aren’t annoying and they’re just moody he’s kind of relieved. at least he knows that the cat isn’t staying away from him because he’s a vampire. paul had to be patient with the cat and that’s one thing he’s not. if that cat doesn’t start liking him after some time he’ll get disappointed and give up. you’ll have to help him get on your cats good side.

if it’s an animal that lives in a cage (birds, hamsters, rabbits, ferrets, etc.) with paul half the time it won’t be in the cage. he can’t help but want to take it out of its cage and let it walk around. if it’s a bird he can’t exactly do that unless it’s wings are cut. he can’t exactly play fight with any of these pets, so he’ll just help you take care of them. if you have a ferret then paul will sneak it into star and laddie’s room to scare them. after a while it won’t work because they realize it’s just a ferret and not a rat.

if you have a reptile (snakes, lizards, turtles, etc.) he’ll be pretty surprised and a little nervous. paul won’t admit it but the thought of living with a pet snake isn’t something he wants to do. of course he won’t tell you that because he doesn’t want to seem like a chicken. if you have a lizard or a turtle he doesn’t mind, but a snake...yeah he’s not a fan. he doesn’t understand how you can just live with something that could kill you. even if the snake has no venom that doesn’t stop paul from staying away from it.

Marko

marko has made it pretty clear that he has no problem with animals. he’s already befriended all of the pigeons that live in the cave. no matter how much david and the other boys complain about the bird poop everywhere, marko still somehow has them. he even has names for all of them and he can tell them apart. they’re now his family and he will be upset if one of them goes missing or dies.

when you tell marko that you have a pet he’s really excited to meet it. marko pretty much likes all animals, so he doesn’t really care if your pet is cute or not. all pets deserve love. marko has introduced you to his pets, so now it’s his turn to meet yours. depending on the pet this is how it’d go:

if you have a big dog then marko will treat it as if it was his own. the only dog he could really get to know is thorn, and even max’s dog doesn’t like him too much. even if the dog doesn’t like him sooner or later it will. marko has a way with animals. even though he’s a vampire he somehow gets any animal to like him. it could be mind tricks, or it’s just a gift he has. to your surprise your dog didn’t just like marko, it loved him. it was like it happened overnight. all of a sudden your dog was following marko everywhere, and laying its head in marko’s lap when he was sitting on the couch.

small dogs in marko’s eyes are no different from big dogs. except they’re smaller and easier to hold. he knows that he can’t be too rough with a small dog, so he’ll start by trying to hold it and if that doesn’t work then he’ll give it some treats. of course, the dog usually accepts marko’s trust pretty easily since every animal loves him. marko is pretty good at knowing whether your dog is sick or needs something. somehow marko just knows the look on the animals face when it needs to be taken care of.

you have a cat? well, now you might not. when you first told marko that you had a cat he was excited at first, but then he realized something. he has birds, and you have a cat. marko likes your cat, but it cannot visit the cave. he will not risk the idea of the cat eating one of his pigeons. if you do move into the cave along with the cat, things will be a bit hectic. marko will be constantly checking his piegons to see if one is missing, and if one is then he’s going straight to your cat to see if it’s eaten one. if your cat did eat one of his piegons then say adios to your cat. marko will not let it live there.

if you have a pet that lives in a cage (birds, hamsters, rabbits, ferrets, etc.) marko is eager to learn how to take care of it. if it’s a bird then he obviously already knows exactly how to take care of it. he’ll attempt to have your bird get to know his piegons, but they probably won’t like each other since they’re different birds. if you have a hamster or rabbit then marko will never let it out of the cage. the last thing he would want is for you to loose your pet in the cave, and most likely never see it again.

if you have a reptile (snakes, lizards, turtles, etc.) for a pet then marko would be super surprised. especially if it’s a snake. he’s not afraid of it. he’s just surprised that you aren’t. marko would hold it in his arms and scare star and laddie with it. if he manages to scare one of the guys then he’ll tease them about it until they die. a lizard pretty much goes the same way. marko loves to hold it and feel the roughness of its skin. he can’t exactly scare anyone with the turtle, so he’ll just help you take care of it.

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ashintheairlikesnow · 4 years ago

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Whumptober Day 27: Extreme Weather

CW: Environmental whump, references to drug and alcohol use, references to Derrick (see: The Break-Up for his last appearance), Kauri’s Bad Life Choices, slut-shaming, trauma response, untreated abuse survivor with fucky headspace, referenced abuse

When Krista opens the door, Kauri stands on the doorstep to her apartment soaked to the bone, water dripping off the flattened curls of his hair, stuck to his forehead. Water runs in rivulets down his cheeks like tears, drips from the sleeves of his sweater onto her doormat.

She’s proud of that doormat. She picked it out at Target and it says Shoes Off, Witches.

Krista decorates for every holiday, because she can, because the holidays belong to her. There are tiny pumpkins, alternately white and orange and painted with little patterns, lined up along the little railing on their concrete patio. She has little witch figurines in the centerpiece of the circular dining table she and Sonya found at a garage sale, and a Halloween wreath made of black and orange leaves hangs on the door.

Mrs. Richardson didn’t celebrate Halloween, because of something to do with celebrating our sinful natures and something something demonic influences hidden in seeming fun and the devil something harry potter witchcraft something, but Krista celebrates every holiday, just because she can.

Sometimes she thinks of Miss Alyssa and wonders if she celebrates Halloween, now, too.

“What are you doing here, Kauri?” Krista squints past him, shivering against the chill air even in her big soft purple sweatshirt. It had cost her six hours of work to pay for it, it was so expensive, but it’s the softest thing she’s ever felt in her life, like wearing a cloud with a hood on it everywhere she goes.

“Can I crash here?” Kauri blinks rainwater out of his eyes.

Behind him, the rainstorm that’s been going for nearly three days continues, pouring water like it’s falling from overturned buckets from the dark gray skies. “Sorry, they shut the buses down, it’d take me like five hours to walk to the shelter from here, and…” He rocks up and down on the balls of his feet, and Krista winces at the squelch from his thin black-and-white checked shoes.

Krista takes a deep breath, looking over her shoulder. Sonya is still in the bedroom, finishing up a call for work, speaking in her Phone Voice, softer and pleasant, with all the edges sanded off. When Krista was a pet, she spoke in a voice like that. Sonya speaks for her job to men who constantly interrupt her, but somehow when she does it, the voice is gentle but commanding, where Krista always felt her voice just sounded… weak. “I don’t know, Kauri, I’m not… I’m not sure.”

“Please?” Kauri’s eyes are huge and blue, and water frames them as it runs from his hair. He shudders, as a winter breeze blows at his back. A spatter of the tiniest water droplets is blown with it, and Krista blinks rapidly against the feeling. “Please? It’s just for tonight, they said the buses should be running tomorrow morning if it doesn’t get worse… please?”

“If it doesn’t get worse,” Krista repeats, her eyes scanning back into the parking lot. Someone drives past, their headlights on, and the rain falls in such thick sheets that Krista can only see their headlights, not even the car.

Who would drive, in something like this?

She looks back at Kauri, and figures maybe someone who would walk in rain like this, someone who doesn’t have a choice. Not every business is closed, after all, and not everyone can work from their laptop like Sonya. Not everyone can afford the days off if they call in. There are people who don’t have the option to stay safe from the floods. There are people who are told to risk their lives or they will not eat.

There are times Krista wonders how anyone doesn’t become a pet. At least she never had to watch a paycheck disappear from a bank account nearly as soon as it was deposited before.

Not that she knows of, anyway.

“It’s just overnight,” Kauri says, softly. “I know she doesn’t like me, but… but it’s just one night.”

She looks at him, in his soaked-up shoes, shivering in the rain and with his backpack dripping as hard as everything else, and then she sighs. The felt leaves on the Halloween wreath rustle against the door as she steps back and to the side. “Take your shoes off and stay on the mat, I’ll get you a towel to get you to the shower. I think you can probably wear some of my sleeping clothes.”

Kauri’s eyes brighten, and he kicks off his sopping shoes and peels off soaked-through white cotton socks. His toes are wrinkled from being wet for so long, and he spreads them with a sigh of relief against the rough doormat.

“Thank you, Krista, thank you so much-”

“Get inside,” She says, but her voice is gentle, and he steps in to stand on the inside doormat (this one just says I hope you brought tacos) while Krista walks away, across the soft beige-gray-nothing-color carpet in the apartment, swinging around the low-slung coffee table by the couch. She ducks into the small bathroom and grabs the towels off the towel rack.

Sonya calls out, “Baby, do I hear someone at the door?”

Krista hesitates, towels in hand - she bought them at Target, too, the bathroom is fall-themed and the towels are a deep saturated pumpkin orange and a hunter green and they have cream-colored stitching that reads thankful and choose joy - and looks towards the closed bedroom door. “Um, yes. You remember Kauri Grant?”

There’s a pause, and then the bedroom door cracks open, and Sonya peeks through. Her short, straight brown hair is pulled back with clips to keep it out of her eyes, and she’s still in her pajama pants and t-shirt from last night. “That druggie friend of yours? The homeless guy?”

Krista shakes her head, nervously twisting the bunched-up towels in her hands. “He’s, he’s not-... he’s not on drugs, Sonya, I told you he’s not on drugs.”

“But he is homeless.”

“... yes.”

Sonya’s lips are a straight line, and the look she gives Krista makes her heart flip unhappily. Kauri always makes Sonya look like this. She doesn’t trust him, thinks he’s going to get Krista arrested, thinks he deals or buys or something, but Krista knows the truth and it’s a truth she can’t tell.

If she told Sonya what Kauri is, there would be questions, and then Krista would have to explain what she is, and she… she can’t.

What if Sonya reported him? Krista would shatter if she were the reason someone had to go back. So… she keeps his secret for him, and it’s just one lie, but it means Sonya only ever believes the worst.

“Well.” Sonya takes a deep breath. “What does he want?”

“They stopped running the buses,” Krista says, keeping her voice low. “Because the roads are so flooded.” The TV is still going, running a show Krista doesn’t even remember turning on, and Kauri is still on the inside doormat, dripping and cold and wet and in need of somewhere to stay. “He just wants to crash overnight, Sonya. Please.”

“I’m tired of you letting this guy take advantage of you, Kris,” Sonya says, and then just sighs, raking a hand through her hair and getting it caught on the clips, frowning and jerking her fingers back out, leaving her hair all mussed and beautiful. Krista wants to kiss her, but this isn’t the time.

“It’s just one night-”

“It’s never just anything with Kauri Grant, Kris, and you know it. Just one night with Kauri Grant means he’ll eat half the food in our kitchen and you’ll end up washing his clothes for him-”

“He shouldn’t have to pay for laundry!”

“How come he can’t stay at a motel or something?”

“I don’t know, probably he hasn’t been making much money, if it’s raining people don’t go walking around to give-”

“Oh but somehow he always has money for drinks when he calls to see if you want to go out, though? You think I haven’t noticed that?”

Krista sets her jaw, at that. “Sonya. Please don’t do this. You know he almost never has to pay for drinks-”

“Because he’s fucking all the bartenders, Kris!”

“He just needs somewhere to crash for a single fucking night. Come on, Sonya, don’t be-... don’t be like this. He’s my fucking friend. It’s not like I have a lot of those.”

She never curses, and the unusual word coming from her lips pulls Sonya up short from whatever she intended to say next. There’s a silence, and then her girlfriend sighs and pushes the door open a little more. She holds out her arms and Krista steps into them, taking the tight embrace and soaking it up.

On the bed, their black cat Pepperjack looks up, gives a soft chirping meow, and lays his head back down again.

“I’m sorry,” Sonya says, softly. “I know you care about him. I just wish I understood why.”

Because we’re the same, in all the ways that made us. Because he needs to know there are places where he is allowed to stay. Because of a million reasons I can’t tell, secrets I have to keep.

Because he’s a ghost, and he wears the face of someone who died for him to be born.

Just like I wear a dead girl’s face, just like Leila does, like Chris and Antoni and all of us, we’re all walking around in someone else’s discarded body.

And I can’t tell you.

“He’s my friend,” Krista says again, more softly, and kisses Sonya’s cheek. Her girlfriend turns her head to turn it to a kiss on the lips, and Krista relaxes into the soft reassurance that comes with the love in that kiss. “One of my first friends, really. He’s just going through some stuff right now-”

“Baby, you always say he’s going through some stuff. When does he finish going through it and get out on the other side of all that stuff?”

Krista sighs, and nuzzles her way back into another kiss. “I don’t know. But he’ll leave as soon as the buses are running again, I promise, okay?”

Sonya nods, and they rest their foreheads together for a moment, let the softer silence stand. Then Sonya says, quietly, “Okay, baby. Just. I feel like Pepper over there is all the strays we need in our life, you know?”

“I know,” Krista murmurs. “But he’ll have somewhere to go once it stops raining, I promise.”

“Yeah. Well, I’ll start making a list for replacing all the goddamn groceries he’s gonna eat.”

“He doesn’t get much good food out there-”

“Kris. He’s a taker. He uses you. And when he’s here, he uses us. I don’t see why you don’t get that.”

“He’s not-”

“Kris, listen to me. Stop trusting some pretty dude who is just going to get you hurt when he pisses the wrong person off. I know you guys met at the same homeless house or whatever, but he’s going nowhere fast and you can’t let him take you with him.”

“Sonya, stop.”

“Kris-”

“I said stop it.” She pulls back and away, grabbing some of her baggy sweatpants and a t-shirt from the pile of ‘clean’ clothes folded on top of the dresser until she has the energy to put them in the dresser - which is never, Krista delights in being able to be messy in her own home - and carries them out. Sonya stands in the doorway watching her go, and then sighs and goes back to her headset, back to work.

Kauri, still just inside the doorway, is lowering his phone from his ear as Krista comes into view. Nat bought him that phone, so she’d know Kauri was alive the weeks he was gone. Nat bought him the phone, he bought his clothes with panhandling money, his sweatshirt is Dustin’s. The backpack he found abandoned at a bus stop.

Nothing Kauri is wearing, or holding, is really his own.

A little plastic ziplock-style sandwich bag sticks out of his pocket. He had his phone in it to keep it dry, Krista thinks, and wonders how long he’s been wandering around out there in the rain. She hesitantly speaks up. “Here, Kauri, I’ve got towels and some clothes to change into-”

“Don’t worry about it,” Kauri says, softly, and glances up at her before he looks down again. Water drips from his hair onto the phone’s screen and he wipes at it with his finger, squinting. “I’ll be gone in a second.”

“What?” Krista goes still, and realizes that she and Sonya were not as quiet as they thought they were. “What do you mean? It's pouring-”

“I called someone,” Kauri says, flat and sharp, without looking at her. “Gonna walk to that bus stop with the little roof and he’ll come get me. Don’t worry about it.”

“Jake? It’s not- Kauri… it’s not safe for Jake to drive all that way across the city, half the roads are flooding-”

“Not Jake.” Kauri isn’t just not looking at her, he can’t. His face is a little red, splotches on his pale cheeks. Is some of the water on his face tears, now, and not from the rain? “I know someone else who lives near here. He’s coming to get me.”

“Kauri…” Krista closes her eyes, guilt twisting around inside of her that he’d heard. He knows Sonya doesn’t like him, but Kauri is so sensitive to being disliked. She should have pulled Sonya into the bedroom and closed the door. “Who is it?”

Kauri blows air through his nose. “It’s Derrick.”

Krista hitches in a breath in surprise. “Your ex? Kauri, didn’t-... didn’t he threaten you when you broke up?”

Kauri shakes his head, gives her a smile that doesn’t reach his eyes. “No. I misunderstood him, that’s all. I thought, um, I thought he was angry, but he was just… sad. The whole stupid fight was my fault anyway, and I’ve seen him since and he agreed to be friends. It’s fine. I asked, and he wants me there. I’ll sleep on his couch.”

No, you won’t. We both know you won’t.

“He wants you there,” Krista parrots, plaintively. “Kauri, you don’t have to leave, or anything, I swear. I’ll make you a bed up-”

“It’s fine,” Kauri repeats, and gives her another breezy, airy smile. He sticks his phone back into the little clear bag, closes it up, and shoves it back in his pocket. He slips his soaking-wet shoes back on and Krista winces as she hears the way his feet push water around inside them. “I’m fine, Krista, it’s really not a big deal. Derrick always says I can call him, when I run into him-”

“You’re still seeing him?” Krista licks at her lips. She holds the towels and clothes useless in her arms like a child hugging a teddy bear, feeling guilty and useless. Kauri came here for somewhere safe to stay, and felt unwanted, and now…

“No, but he… we show up at the same places sometimes.”

“... Kauri, is he following you?”

Kauri gives a brittle, bright laugh. “What? No! It’s fine.”

“It’s fine,” Krista repeats, and then says softly, “It’s fine, it’s fine, it’s fine. You… you always say it’s fine. How many times can you say it before you just… admit when it’s not, Kauri?”

Kauri’s smile drops, for a second. His blue eyes meet hers, haunted and sad, making the choice to hurt himself rather than be hurt by anyone else. Kauri Grant is a ghost, she thinks, and very nearly says out loud. You don’t have to haunt us, Kauri. You could have a home.

He takes a deep breath, pulls the hood of his zip-up sweatshirt over his head, where it flops, just as soaked-through as everything else, providing no safety from the rainfall at all. Water drips off of it onto his nose. “I’ll say it as many times as it takes to believe it,” He says, heavily.

“For who to believe it? Us, or you?”

“I’ll catch you later, Krista. No big deal. Thanks for letting me hang out for a minute.”

Krista watches, helpless, as Kauri turns and walks back out into the rain, shoulders hunched. The rain is so thick that he disappears from view before he’s even fully across the parking lot. From a man to a shade of the fog to nothing at all.

Sonya wanders out of the bedroom to find Krista still staring outside, through the open door. “Baby? Where’s your friend?”

“Where’s my friend? He heard us talking.” Krista’s voice is thready trembling. “He found someone else to stay with.”

The ex-boyfriend, who told Kauri he was a ditz and kind of dumb, who told him he was lucky someone put up with how difficult he is, who broke up with him while threatening and scaring him, who… who still let him leave, at least.

So it’s better than where he came from, maybe.

But not by much.

“Oh. So he did have somewhere else to go. Probably he just called his dealer, Krista. Nobody looks that strung out without being on something.”

Krista’s fingers tightened on the cloth she held in her hands until the tension hurt, ached up her arms and to her shoulders. “Sonya, he’s just-... he’s messed up, but he’s not-... he’s not on drugs. He’s just had a hard-... a hard life.”

“Yeah, I mean, a lot of us have. But you always let him take advantage of you, Kris. That’s all. That’s all I worry about. I mean, I’m sure he’s a fine guy, but I’m not on Team Kauri, you know? I’m Team Krista. I worry way more about how you get all weird for a couple days every time he’s here.”

“Sonya-”

“He’ll be fine.”

Krista shakes her head, but repeats, “He’ll be fine,” to settle her own nerves. She realizes belatedly that Kauri’s socks are still balled up on the concrete step outside her door, and she moves forward, closes the door, and does up the locks, leaving them there for now.

Maybe he’ll come back for them.

He probably won’t.

Pepperjack meows softly at her, and she turns to see the black cat winding his way around a leg of the coffee table. Something in his eyes looks… reproachful. Pepper likes curling up with Kauri when he stays over, warm against his back or on his chest, just under his chin.

Krista walks past Sonya to hang the towels back up, puts her clothes back in the clean clothes pile, and curls up on the couch with Pepperjack in her lap and Sonya at her side. Warm, dry, and guilty.

She sent the ghost away - or Sonya did - or she did, by not defending him enough… and still, Krista feels haunted. She pulls her own phone out from the pocket in her pants and texts Jake. He went back to Derrick.

She doesn’t have to say who he is. She sees when Jake reads the message, but he doesn’t send anything back right away. Maybe he’ll call Kauri. Maybe he’ll convince Kauri to go somewhere other than his shit ex-boyfriend’s place. Maybe maybe maybe, but it all relies on Kauri not running away.

It all relies on Kauri. Kauri’s a survivor, she tells herself. They all are. She texts Jake again. I’m sure it’s okay. I’m sure he’ll be fine. I’m sure.

Yeah, is all Jake sends back. She can feel the anger through the inconsequential bloodless single-word response. Anger, fear, and worry.

She closes her eyes.

He’ll be fine. He’s fine.

How many times do they tell each other Kauri is fine, when everyone knows it’s not true?

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comfy-whumpee · 4 years ago

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Abandoned 1

Welcome to the new arc!

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New Year’s Day.

There’s a knock on the door.

It’s been one year since he came home the first time.

Nic sprints down the stairs, and when they see, through the uneven privacy glass, a flash of orange hair in the winter sun, a choked, emotional sound claws from their throat.

They throw the door open, and Ellis flinches at the sudden movement.

His hair. Oh, it’s lost half its length.

His clothes. He’s wearing – pyjamas? Thin cotton in pale blue, short sleeves showing the pink marks up and down his arms.

He’s shivering, arms wrapped around himself like he might break down and cry at any moment.

He’s twenty-four, now.

“Come in,” Nic says slowly, the words emerging from somewhere far away. “You must be freezing.”

They move back. He doesn’t move until they gesture, and he steps inside. Nic closes the door behind him, salvaging some of the warmth of the house, and they see some of the tension leech from him as the heat settles over his skin.

Nic goes to the sofa and grabs the blanket from the back. Ellis is standing where he was left when they return, holding it out to him. He hesitates, eyes moving between theirs in search of some signal. His expression is too blank, his voice silent, like he’s in shock.

“Wrap yourself up,” they prompt him gently. He’s so pale. His freckles are so faint. “Can I get you a drink, or food? Are you – are you hurt anywhere?”

The practical help gives their thoughts structure. Ellis shakes his head three times, draping the blanket around his shoulders and drawing it tightly to his chest, arms and scars hidden for the time being. He falls still again, watching one moment, staring at the floor the next. Almost the shy Ellis they remember, and yet...

“Okay. Come get comfy. I want to know what happened, if – if you can tell me.” Their voice cracks, and they swallow hard. Keep it together, just long enough to make sure he’s okay. Then, they’ll have their breakdown. They can call Felicity and sob their heart out to her, and she’ll talk them through it the way she always does.

Ellis follows them into the living room proper, and Nic sits on the sofa with a sigh, closing their eyes briefly. They need to prioritise their questions. What is an immediate concern? He’s not hurt. He’s warming up. Is he safe? Is that guy still – in his head?

Is it real, this time?

They open their eyes to an empty seat next to them. They look for Ellis, and find him on his knees beside their outstretched legs. Hands folded in his lap, expression the same placid emptiness as before, he watches them and waits.

There was a rule about that, wasn’t there? Fuck, they forgot. They remember most of the rules he told them, wrote them down at one point. Rule three, right?

They’ll leave it for now. They need to know where he’s at before they push him on things like that. “Okay,” they tell him, putting on their best face. Act the part. They can do this.

He doesn’t look anything like the Ellis they remember.

“Firstly, honey—”

He flinches. His eyes drop and his shoulders curl.

Nic’s heart loses another fragment.

“Ellis,” they say, no shake in their voice. Calm, acting calm, acting the person they’re not. “Why are you here?”

Ellis’s eyes don’t rise. He stares down at his knees. Nic can see his shoulders rising and falling quickly, but there is no sound until he peeks up, anxious and desperate for – something. They can’t figure out what.

His voice is weak and wispy, barely pitched loud enough to hear. “I don’t know.”

It was a morning like all the other mornings. Ellis was wearing one of Master’s jumpers, a dark brown one he’d gotten last Christmas, with a big roll neck that swallowed his chin and looked, Master said, absolutely darling. He was sitting at the foot of Master’s bed with the hairbrush smoothing down his hair. It still wasn’t as long as it had been, and Master sighed often while brushing it now, fingers combing through a length that ended prematurely... But the ritual had not changed. Ellis did not brush his own hair.

He had survived Christmas again this year, his week without Master. Harvey had come, in secret, the night before Master’s return, and had left Ellis wrapped up pretty as a bow... And Master had liked that, and held him and eased his aches.

His ankle was still throbbing gently under his skin. Harvey brought the pain back, for fun. But Master was never like that. There was no hurt louder than the itch. The hands drawing his hair back were gentle.

It had finally passed his shoulders again. He was recovered from his time away. Sometimes, the house cat came back, and begged Ellis to be good, but Ellis remembered now that the house cat’s good was not the real good. Master knew what was best, not the voice. When he heard it, he ignored it.

He felt settled that morning. A good morning, with no memories of his aching shoulders and fingers and knees. Only the twinge from Harvey, the one created through visits and parties and mornings after. And the itch.

“There we go, my sweet thing,” Master said, putting the hairbrush down. “Now head downstairs. I’ll join you in a moment. I have some messages to follow up on.”

Ellis got up immediately, pausing long enough to smile. “Thank you, Master.”

The practised moment went smoothly, the security of it easing any remaining stress in Ellis’s bones. “You’re welcome.”

Ellis left the room, hand catching and twisting the doorknob, bare feet padding almost silently across the landing. He tiptoed down the stairs, as usual, and onto the ground floor, where the floorboards were backed by harder ground, and he didn’t need to worry about creaking.

The air was chillier and slightly damp with the cold, and the kitchen was especially unpleasant. Ellis knelt down by the back door, where the outside air seeped in around him and dragged the warmth away. It didn’t matter, though. It soothed the itch.

Focused only on his body, and carefully directing his thoughts around what Master would want, Ellis waited. Master would come down, turn on the lights and the under-floor heating, and then make breakfast.

He looked forward to the lights going on. It was hard to wait in the dark every day like this, with only muscle memory and the blinks of the smoke alarm to give him a place in the room. It was always uneasily close to his nightmares, where his body disappeared and became something out of his control.

He waited.

Very faintly, he heard a moment of Master’s voice, moving between rooms. It was a hard snap of words, with a stressed strain underneath. Ellis knew that voice. That was the voice of Master talking to his family.

It was always strange to think about Master having a family, so Ellis didn’t think about it. He thought about the cold floor, and the jumper around him, and the itch. The itch was always big enough to forget everything else.

When Master came downstairs, he ignored the kitchen. He moved between the sitting room and the hall, and then went back upstairs. Ellis waited.

A travelling bag thumped down the steps. Master let out an annoyed sigh. He strode into the kitchen, flipped on the light, and was already looking where he knew Ellis would be.

Ellis watched for instruction.

“Go.”

He didn’t make sense.

“Get up,” Master snapped, louder and harsher. “Get up. Give me that.” As Ellis balanced on his feet, he moved forwards suddenly and ripped the brown jumper from his shoulders. “Come.”

Ellis followed. Thoughts began to swirl uneasily under the ice-thin surface of his good behaviour, and he kept them down. He thought about the new rush of cold that was getting through him without Master’s jumper, and the change from stone flags to wooden boards under his feet.

They were at the front door. Ellis looked up, searching for an explanation. He wasn’t allowed to touch the door. He didn’t ever go near the door. The door wasn’t for him.

“Go,” Master insisted, his order sharp as his stare. He swung the door wide, and Ellis took a small step back as outside air blasted through him. Oh, that was real cold, now.

“Wh...” He began, and swallowed before the shiver could ruin his words. “Where, Master?”

Master looked down at him, and Ellis had never seen those blue eyes cold like this.

“I don’t care,” he said.

Nic sighs. I don’t know is not a reassuring answer. “That’s okay,” they tell him, remembering their role. “Are you going to go back?”

Ellis shivers. He draws the blanket around him tighter. His voice is even smaller than it was before. “I don’t know.”

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redstainedsocks · 4 years ago

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Baby It’s Cold Outside Inside

Fill for the @whump-advent-calendar! These are still sort-of chronological for the series, but don’t follow on exactly from where I’m posting with the rest, just other fun (for us, not for them xD) things I imagine happening. Think of them as random snapshots of their time in captivity ;)

Warnings: Hypothermia, cuddling for warmth (creepy style!), forced to strip, forced nudity, ice bath, waterboarding, begging, torture, hurt as punishment, defiant whumpee, conditioned whumpee, pet names, creepy whumper, lady whumper.

“Strip.”

The order is simple enough but it still makes Alex’s mental gears grind to a halt. He knew he wasn’t going to get out of this lightly, but being cornered in the bathroom while Adria has a look of absolute glee on her face, is making his heart beat painfully hard.

“Why? What are you gonna do?”

“Me? Darling boy I’m not going to do anything, you made it quite clear how much you don’t want my touch.”

Which is true. He’s pulled away one too many times, hissed in pain and disgust, flinched, shrugged off her hands… he doesn’t know how Jasper does it, just puts up with the scalding heat of her touch. He eyes the full bathtub, the water cool--no fire beneath to warm it like there usually is. He gulps. He could try to fight this, shove and push and run, but there’s not really anywhere to go and as soon as she catches him it will be worse. He’ll just make it worse. Slowly he lifts the hem of his jumper and pulls his t-shirt off with it.

So far he’s kept a little of his dignity here, some small amount of privacy. He’s changed in the bathroom, and never been naked. They’ve seen his skin injured and bared, but they’ve never seen him stripped bare, not like this.

She watches him like he’s a treat to savour, and he waits to see if she’ll lick her lips like a cat, or bat him around like a mouse between her paws.

He covers himself once he’s naked, and her eyes alight, her smile widens. “In you get.”

He glances at the full tub and grits his teeth. Steels himself. It can’t be that bad, can it? He can do this. He climbs in, wincing at the cool wash of water over toes, ankles, calves, knees. Lowers down into it until he sits with his legs drawn up and his arms wrapped around them.

“Now what?”

She shrugs, cocks her head to the side. He listens too, hears the sound of Jasper tap-tap-tapping in the room next door. The cold room. Several feet lower down, there’s a flight of steps down into the room. The tapping is an ice pick. It’s Jasper chipping away buckets full of ice from the large behemoth blocks that keep the room cold.

Alex shivers just knowing what’s coming.

Jasper comes huffing and puffing into the room, nose and cheeks red, but his body warmed by exertion. “All of it?” he asks, accent thick with worry.

Adria kisses him on the cheek and gestures him passed her, where she stands guard in the doorway. “All of it, pet.”

The ice hits the water in a haphazard series of clunks, clattering down and splashing Alex with the tepid, room temperature water that he’s already sitting in. The ice hits his toes, his shins, and it only takes a few seconds for the first bucketful to lower the temperature. His bare skin feels the shift and he cries out, moving instinctually to get up, get out, not thinking only reacting.

“Do. Not. Get. Out.” Adria’s voice cuts through his clouded senses and he stops halfway out of the water.

Glaring, not willing to back down, he lowers back into the water. Three more buckets of ice follow.

There’s a hand on his head, fingers wrapped into his hair, and it’s holding him under. Ice in his lungs, freezing water squeezing every muscle, constricting his ribs and his stomach, and he can’t draw breath and his eyes sting in the cold. He thrashes, weaker now than before, desperate for air and release and warmth and--

The hand hauls him up and he coughs, bitter cold acid in his throat and he chokes as his teeth chatter. Jasper’s hand loosens, pets shakely at the back of his head. Alex watches with wide eyes, as Jasper looks anywhere but at his face.

“Thank you, pet, that will do.”

“Yes Mistress.”

Jasper is all hollowed out, his eyes empty, and it makes Alex feel even more alone. Jasper just… goes away, and Alex doesn’t know how he does it, but he becomes a vessel and tool for her hurt. He shivers harder, sending little ripples across the surface, as Jasper stands and leaves.

“H-how much longer?” Alex asks, between the clashing of his teeth.

“Until you beg for my warmth and mean it.” Adria crosses her arms and leans against the door frame. Drinking in his suffering. Her red hair and creamy skin look so warm and inviting, but the look on her face is utterly devoid of anything human, any compassion.

Still, he opens his mouth to speak, willing to say the words right now if it gets him out of this. One swift raise of her hand stops him.

“Not until you mean it, or I’ll come over there and boil you alive.” Adria snaps her fingers, and he flinches.

He wonders if he lays very still if he’ll notice the water level rise as the ice begins to melt. He won’t try getting up again, or lifting more of his body above the waterline. Being held under by Jasper over and over was enough to learn that lesson, the threat of her touch turning the ice water to searing steam is enough to make him wait it out, too.

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His skin has paled, and he’s mesmerized by his palms, so much lighter than usual. His jaw aches, deep into his skull and bringing on a headache the likes of which he’s never known, all from his teeth clattering. Jasper has reloaded the tub twice, and Alex can’t even tell if he’s crying, or if his face is just wet from the rising water, and the way he keeps slipping below the surface.

He hears them talking about someone who will get them more ice, and they can use as much as it takes for him to submit, and he can’t make sense of any of it--except for the idea that he has to do something to put an end to this.

His eyes skim around the room, landing on her face and skittering away again. She won’t let him die, will she? He groans, as more muscles seize and ache, his back arching against the pain. Then he flops back into water and another round of violent shivering. He bites his lip and listens to his own heartbeat thudding in his ears.

“Please, it hurts. H-h-hurts, let-let me out.” he looks to her, cries out, and bites his own tongue as his body clenches. Metallic liquid floods his mouth and his hands fly out to the sides of the tub. His fingertips are ashen grey. “Please, my queen, please.”

She waves one hand, “Continue.”

He can beg now? It's time? The words tumble from his mouth, asking for warmth, begging for touch, agreeing not to pull away again, to be--if not good, at least better. He hopes he isn’t making promises he can’t keep. He probably is, but he’s too far gone to care.

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Jasper helps him get dry, and into a pair of loose sweatpants, and Alex clings to his warmth. He’s still shaking, and he flinches as Adria approaches. He hopes it doesn’t look like more than a violent tremble.

She has a blanket and pulls him close, folds his arms over his chest and wraps the blanket tightly around him. He is pliant, even as his limbs ache and won’t loosen. The blanket pulls tightly around and around, wrapping between one arm and over the other until he’s swaddled so completely he can barely move his upper body.

“There, now, would you like to sit with me by the fire?”

He nods, even as he tests the hold of the restriction.

“Words, Alex.”

“Please… umm, please take me to the fire. I, I would like to sit with you, near you.”

She smiles, teeth glinting, and leads him to the main cavern where a fire is roaring in the pit and cushions are piled on the seating around it. It takes both Adria and Jasper to keep him on his shaking feet.

She pushes him to the ground, between her knees, and he folds up there caught in the hold of her swaddling--trapped in the room of her making, and the punishment of her choosing. She cards fingers through his damp hair, strokes the sides of his face. He aches, even as the warmth seeps into his bones.

She tells him it’s better when he’s good and he nods, even though he doesn’t believe it. She tells him it’s easy to give in, and he watches Jasper’s face twitch, and then grow distant all over again.

And later, when she slips a burning hand below the folds of the blanket to touch the skin of his shoulder and his neck, she lets him turn his face into the soft swell of her thigh, and scream.

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sonichkkaaascreams · 4 years ago

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Mountain with a flower crown

As inspired by a post made by @bleachhaven I made a bleach OC. I am very proud of her. This post is her full bio as I laid the ground work of who she is and next post coming in sometime tomorrow or the day after will be a oneshot of this wonderful lady and her partner. Maybe even turn into something more.

The request and the head cannon it resulted were as followed:

Headcanon for Zaraki Kenpachi with a S/O that’s bigger than him (fluff and smut)

wordcount: 5816 ~

it’s a lpt so i hope you’re patient with me. i like going in depth with my OC’s but also this time i tried to keep her simple and leave some space for the oneshot to come. also i already apologize for any possible errors that i might have missed. my eyes are stinging at the time of posting this.

again special thanks to @bleachhaven and also a thank you to @shadowsnlace who also inspired me with their headcanons and i will be using tid bits from their combined effort (they worked seporatly.) in the oneshot of the same name as in the headline.

Verse: bleach manga – bleach anime property of Tite Kubo

Motto: Chop your own wood, it will warm you twice.

Name: Yasu (assertive child, ヤス) Yamase (Yama = mountain ,山 – se = back / spine / stature / ridge , 背 )

Reason or meaning of the name: she was a very large child since birth – and her last name was given because of her large stature that resembled a mountain in comparison to her peers and the fact that she carried the livelihood of an entire village on her back.

Nickname: 1. Ushi-oni (Ox/cow demon - 牛鬼)

2. Yama-0nna (mountain woman/ mountain lady)

Reason for nickname: 1. This nickname bears the weight of an insult and is what she is called by those who have crossed her path and met her as an enemy. They call her that to convey how beastly large and powerful she is and by the extent how unbothered by their attacks she was.

2. This endearing nickname is given to her by the new children of her village. They call her that because she is very large, like a mountain, and also because she has the word mountain in her last name.

Birth date: Oct 1st

Her birth: she was born on the first day of autumn, around 2 A.M (the hour is known as the ox hour) it was a quiet and peaceful night with the owls hooting as the only noise outside.

Place of birth: a small secluded beachside village named “Momo Niwa” (peach, garden/field - 桃,庭) located in district 35 of east Rukongai

Species: soul

Occupation: formerly the hunter, farmer gardener, shepherd, fisherwoman, and the primary breadwinner of her village

Later on: Shinigami (soul reaper)

Age: 556 years old

How old does the OC appear: mid to late twenties (maybe late twenties to early thirties if you account for some significant facial features)

Weight: 363.4 lbs = 164.83 kg

Height: 8’8 = 264.16 cm

Body build: she is 363.4 lbs of pure muscle accumulated by eating a bear (or 3 entier boars down to the bone) a day and shaped with everyday hard labor since she was old enough to have a grip on a tool. She is bulky and strong, able to wrestle with a grown male bear easily, carry multiple three trunks on her back, and if needed pull a tree out of the ground. She is perhaps the single largest soul living in soul society.

The shape of her face: her face is not very feminine, she has a sharp jawline and strong chin. High cheekbones and gentle brows. Her nose while proportionate has been broken twice. The skin of her face while still soft has been wiped with direct sunlight for long periods of time. Her lips are thick and plump with a downward curve that makes her seem constantly annoyed. A small horizontal scar on her right cheek from where she was attacked by an angry wild cat as an inexperienced hunter. A scar on her upper left forehead near her hairline from when she fell off a three as a child (there is a very small bald spot there due to the scar tissue) and a thick but short diagonal scar under the right corner of her lip leaving it slightly misshapen.

Eye color: light gray – almost white if looked at from afar.

Eyesight: exceptional

Skin tone: as a child, she had fine pale skin, but as the years went by and time spent on the field or the beach her skin changed, and now it’s rough, leathery, and tanned – however, some parts of her body that have never been under the direct sunlight are still moonlight pale.

Distinguishing marks: the scars on her face. Her physique. Scaring around her feet and hands due to hard labor and occasional fights.

Predominant features: the sheer size and height of this woman.

Hair color: a dark reddish-brown with a few gray streaks amidst them. The gray parts make her seem older than she is.

Hair type: wavy, wild, and unkempt. She rarely has enough time or patience to properly care for them.

Hairstyle: the majority of her hair is usually either in a high ponytail or a bun to keep out of her face with a simple old blue ribbon that’s almost ragged by this point due to extensive use. The gray streaks are kept in small braids decorated with beads, feathers, and animal teeth or bones. (insisted by her village elders as hair decoration speaks of position in her village)

Voice: surprisingly has a soft and gentle voice that seems unusual for her throat. Make no mistake she is not quiet nor meek. She has loud booming laughter that is guaranteed to shake the house and her voice can easily be heard over others in a loud crowded room. But her speech pattern is gentle, polite, soft-spoken, and calming. She speaks with a reassuring sense of confidence that will make everyone listen and heed her words.

Overall attractiveness: she is not considered conventionally beautiful nor attractive; especially by feminine standards. She is simply too large, too tall, and too muscular to be the image of the traditionally graceful innocent flower petal that women are perceived as. Instead, she is considered rather handsome. In a manly, reliable kind of way that makes a woman to be attracted to her more than men. As most men don’t like courting girls that tower over them both figuratively and literally.

Physical disabilities: due to her height and weight, her knees and ankles are prone to joint pain and are in need of getting an ointment and herbal massage every once in a while. She may be very strong but the same muscles that made her so, also take away from her speed and she usually is more of a slow and steady kind of worker than the speedy type. She also used to have a difficulty in controlling her strength and had very loud and heavy steps and as a hunter that was a disadvantage. She has long since corrected her steps and is now as quiet as a wild cat while hunting and is quite good with her hands now but she is still rather slow.

The usual fashion of dress: as a child, she would wear normal clothing but as she continued to grow at an abnormal rate her clothes began to consist of multiple Yukatas and Kimonos sewn poorly together to make one dress that is big enough for her to wear comfortable and decently.

Favorite outfit: an utilitarian Yukata that is made of multiple dark-colored and green-colored fabrics that she uses for hunting and a winter coat made of only white rabbit skin.

Jewelry or accessories: No earrings, necklaces, or rings only hair decorations made of seashells, feathers, carved bones, and teeth.

Personality: Hardworking, steel true, and blade straight, Yasu is the primary breadwinner of her small village and responsible for the care of many elders, pregnant women, and many children along with many injured and otherwise incapacitated souls. She not only hunts, fishes works on fields, collects herbs, fixe tools, and homes, and guards the village against potential harm, but also she teaches everything she was taught and learned herself to the next generation ensuring the survival of her small village. She is primarily a noncombatant as her imposing sight alone wards off any potential threats and due to her size and strength she rarely needs to exert herself and to this day she has not been physically challenged (not since the first time she wrestled a bear as a child, but then she was mostly unprepared than weaker. Ps. She cried when she accidentally killed it, stopped crying when she realized how tasty the bear is.).

Unless necessary she rather not partake in violence, as a hunter she was thought that a kill must be clear and clean sparing the pray from unneeded misery and pain. If forced, however she is not a pushover, and while still does not partake in needless violence will effectively and immediately remove the assailant from her and her associates' vicinity by picking them up and throwing them away over her head.

She grew up in a village that predominantly had many fragile and weak people and thus not only she gained mastery over her strength but also was raised with the duty of the caretaker. She may have been one of the younger children of her village at the time, but since she was the largest and strongest many of the manual labor was placed on her shoulders and so she grew to have a habit of being everyone’s mother, to care for their well-being, eating habits, if their sleeping well, fixing their clothes if it’s untidy and even bathing them. (She was strong enough to safely carry the pregnant women to the bath, wash them safely and carry them back with no problem, or help those that had injured arms or legs in bathing)

She is, as formerly mentioned, very soft-spoken and quiet and never feels the need to yell or raise her voice as her sight alone demands unwavering attention. She is well respected as the breadwinner of an entire village as is dutiful to be deserving of that respect. She rises early morning before the birds – the elders' joke that she wakes up the sun every morning ) and goes to bed later than everyone on the nights that she doesn’t stand guard all night (again the elders' joke that she either stays up to make sure all the stars are accounted for or that she keeps guard of the moon as well.)

She knows there’s a time and a place for everything, a time to be respectful, a time to be playful, and a time to be forceful. She put her duty as the caretaker above all else.

She hates it when people think she’s older than she is because of her hair and battered face.

She holds on to a very old superstition that drinking boar blood mixed with milk makes children grow to be strong, completely ignoring the parts that the superstition is about “sons” and not daughters and that she is not a “CHILD” anymore.

She may act humbly, but secretly she loves how large she is. The only time she ever hated her height is when she entered Shino Academy and all the doorframes were too short for her and her dorm room was ridiculously small for her built. And for that, she prefers to sleep on the rooftop.

She genuinely enjoys hard labor and will always offer to carry items for others and if she senses that someone is getting tired she will carry them on her shoulder With delight.

While she is a well-spoken person, if she meets someone she is annoyed with or particularly have done something to warrant her contempt towards them, she starts calling them a very specific insult she never normally uses and only reserves for those she dislikes. “Puny/tiny man” for the men and “ladybug” or “little caterpillar” for the woman. (Ex: *smiling politely* be careful little ladybug/puny man, it would be a shame if I accidentally stepped on you. – She has only ever used this insult twice to this day) and on the other hand, she particularly likes someone, she will make them flower crowns and jewelry made of bones and teeth of animals if they are girls (or they like jewelry) and make hand-carved hunting knives and fur coats for the men.

She prefers to bathe in a cold lake as oppose to use warm water or use an Onsen.

When she finally partakes in combat, she is without a doubt both an unmovable object and an unstoppable force. she prefers to detain her opponents with Kido or Hakudo and if forced break their bones with the hilt or the dull side of her sword and avoid having to cut them down. (She says: a blade is for slaying and not for playing.) if due to specific circumstances; she were to aim for her opponent's death, they will die as quickly and painlessly as possible within a day – if the numbers are high – she makes it seem as if her opponents are mere animals that she needs to put out of misery as quickly as possible and not prolong their suffering. (on one specific occasion where she was disarmed, she held her opponent in a tight hug and crushed his entire spine and rib cage, killing him. – She was miserable and depressed for days afterward, and proceeded to dig an honorable grave for the man.)

Moral: she is dutiful and puts it above all else. When she mush kills, she will make it as fast and painless as possible. And only when it’s necessary. She rarely becomes physical with anyone. she believes she’s stronger than anyone she knows and doesn’t see the need to assert herself in such away.

Self-control: fairly high. She is a very disciplined individual both physically and mentally.

Motivation: the satisfaction of achievement through hard work. By the sweat of her brow and the strength of her mountain-like back.

Discouragement: realizing her size may prevent her from perfecting an action. Or realizing she may have to resort to violence.

Intelligence level: she may not be the most intelligent, but she is wise for her age and has great life experience. Her intuition and deduction skills have saved her from many sticky situations.

Confidence level: she is not arrogant or boastful but she is without a doubt very confident and assured of her capabilities. Of her strength, skills, and intuition. As well as the leadership skills that she acquired through the years.

Mood the OC is in most often: peaceful and relaxed yet focused on the task at hand.

Sense of humor: she has heard every tall joke and buff girl joke there is and is bored of hearing them but she will use at least 1 a day. Lesbian and butch jokes annoy her. She has heard every crude joke an individual can think of. Personally, associates with dark humor. Will hopelessly laugh at shitty puns.

The greatest joy in life: once in her life she had nothing to do so she sat by the beach and laid on the sand listening to the sound of the waves and allowed the children to braid her hair with flowers and colorful ribbons, and that is the greatest feeling she ever had.

Greatest fear – why: to grow old and die in the same village she was born into without ever leaving it. While she is grateful to the people who raised her she doesn’t want her life to have begun and ended in a secluded village by the beach without ever having seen much beyond the woods and the shore.

What would throw the OC’s life in turmoil: the times where she had to kill, especially if the death was A) unintentional due to her uncontrolled strength as a youth and B) done with inappropriate weaponry that caused a slow death and prolonged suffering.

Most at ease when: surrounded by children or people that are younger than her. When surrounded by loved ones. When hearing the sound of running water that reminds her of the shore she grew up in.

Enraged when: insulted, annoyed for too long regarding petty things, teased for her graying hair or size for too long, if someone decides to attack someone smaller and weaker

Trauma: this goes back to when she was a very young child. At the tender age of seven, when she was all but a doe-eyed child, she would eat as much as 3 times a grown man – by that time she was about as tall as a teen – so it’s understandable that on a specially cold winter the village became short on rations. Instead of telling the child to eat less, the villagers lessened their rations for the children and Yasu. For that reason that winter 5 of the older and weaker villagers passed away. Yasu was not told this until she was a good 200 years old, and when she realized this is the reason why her “Yuudai sofu” (grandfather Yuudai) passed away. she was traumatized to a point of losing her appetite and starving herself for the next two years that she grieved. then she returned, vowed she would repay her family every grain of rice a thousand fold and every drop of milk ten thousand.

Prejudice: a general disdain for those who are physically capable but refuse to “cut their own wood” or “pull their weight”. She came from a village where it was an unspoken rule that the youth – and generally those who are capable – must look after those who cannot do so/ the old. and also a disdain for those who take the hard work of others for granted.

Favorite activity – hobby: when she doesn’t have anything particular to do she likes to sit down under a tree and either carve wood and bones into hunting knives or make flower crowns.

How does the OC feel about herself: she is comfortable in her own skin. Never really thinks about her appearance nor does she compare herself to others. She is content with who she is and the work she does.

One word to describe herself: reliable

One paragraph of how would she describe herself: “I think I’m reliable. I would like to think that I am. It’s my duty as the capable one to look after the others. I do enjoy working, I never seem to be able to sit down idly. Makes me fidgety. (Chuckles.) By the way, you seem tired! Need me to carry you? (Bends down) come now don’t be shy the weather is nice up here!” (Points at her shoulders making a tall joke)

Her best and worst personality trait is based on herself: “Oooooh, I’m not sure. I think my best trait is that, well, I’m reliable. And very sturdy. (Laughs.) my worst trait? I don’t know. I work too hard? Don’t take as many breaks as I should? I feel like I’m bragging.”

Her best and the worst physical trait is based on herself: “Hmmm. I never thought about that. I guess I do like that I’m tall and strong. I can take care of everyone like that. Reach the high shelves for them and pick them up when they're tired. I guess I don’t like my graying streaks? Makes people think I’m older than I actually am. “

How others perceive her: Villiger child said. ”Yama-Onna- san is the best! She picks us up and swings us around and around until we get dizzy and then she brings us fresh peaches every afternoon. She saved Aki-chan from a mean boar once. We love Yama-Onna- san sooo very much.”

Villager woman: “Aah, yes. I do know Yasu- chan. She is wonderful. A dutiful, wonderful, kind person. I remember when I was with child and couldn’t walk. She would always pick me up so gently and take me to bathe and take very good care of me. Not to mention she'd always make special rabbit soup for me to make sure I was well fed. She fixed my room when it was broken too. Such a handy girl she is. If only she were a man, I think I wouldn't mind a husband like her.” (she laughs as a man’s grumble comes from inside her home.)

The opinion of other people in general: “seeing her for the first time she may look frightening and imposing but in truth, she has the gentle heart of a bunny. Give her a chance to show you who she is rather than what she looks like. She may look like an imposing beast; but she’s about as harmless as a sweet little chipmunk. “

Does she hide her (true) opinion on other people: not particularly. Even when speaking the truth she will make sure to phrase it politely and gently.

The person she hates the most: lazy people in general – or that least lazy people who are ungrateful

Best friends: Hinamori Momo, Kotetsu Isane, Ise Nanao

Persons she avoids: Kurotsuchi Mayuri, Soi Feng

Person, she feels awkward with: Hitsugaya Toshiro (so small), Hirako Shinji (that weird smile), Soi Feng (so loud for someone so small)

The person she openly or secretly admires: Zaraki Kenpachi (he is up to my chest, very tall), Ise Nanao, Kuchiki Rukia

How she thinks others perceive her: Ushi-oni, imposing and scary (which makes her a bit sad)

One thing she would change about herself: the gray hair, maybe make herself a little shorter – just a little – enough that her head wouldn’t hit the door frames all the time.

Her main logic of the world: Chop your own wood, it will warm you twice.

You can either dream or work to achieve that dream.

You won't always be motivated, you must learn to be disciplined.

By the sweat of your brow and the strength of your back, and the blood in your veins. Anything can be achieved.

When there’s a will there’s a way.

Depressed or sad when: she does something she deems cruel. doesn’t have anything to do. Her friend is in the middle of something she can’t help them with. When away from Kenpachi for too long. Sometimes she misses her mothers, father figures and her village.

Priorities: duty first. And not just work duty. Her duty to herself. Her duty to her romantic partner/ spouse. Her duty to her friend. Her duty to nature, her duty to her conscious. Her duty to her mothers.

Life philosophy: hard work pays off. Always. Not always in the ways, we want or we think we want. But always pays off in some way.

Soft spot – is it obvious or not: she has a giant soft spot for children and people who are physically very small even by normal standards. (namely, Hinamori Momo. Hitsugaya Toshiro, Kuchiki Rukia) – it couldn’t be any more obvious – she makes them flower crowns every day without fail)

Greatest strength: other than her bulging biceps? Her great leadership skills and hard-working nature.

Vulnerability or weakness: deep down she does feel weird and vulnerable about her size, after all, she is still a girl, and about the time she was 150 or so she was deeply sensitive when a guy would call her Ushi-Oni. Just because she was taller than everyone else. Although now she knows logically she shouldn't feel bad about herself and her appearance there are still times she feels embarrassed when she knows she can’t wear a beautiful Kimono because A) they don’t have it in her size and B) she realizes it wouldn’t be good on her as it would on someone like Ise Nanao or Kuchiki Rukia

Biggest regret: accidentally killing that bear, not realizing her eating habits were putting a strain on the village sooner

Minor regret: not learning feminine skills (sewing, tea etiquette, etc.)

Biggest accomplishment: becoming a Shinigami

Other accomplishments: mastering the sword, archery, trapping, fishing, tracking, and finding her way based on stars – making a full garden of peaches from only 3 peaches she bought – building a small fishing boat (albeit a flimsy one) – raising the number of the village livestock exponentially.

Past failures: she failed many times in almost everything she started. It’s not important how many times she failed in what, what’s important is that she is now more skilled than the average souls and Shinigami.

Embarrassing moments: her first 3 weeks at Shino Academy they didn't have a uniform her size so until they make one her size she was heavily underdressed. (the pants were only to her knees and the upper half was more like a tight short-sleeved vest. She preferred to wear her usual clothes but wasn’t allowed to. The moment Captain Hitsugaya who had come to the Academy on work-related matters saw her state of indecency he threw a fit and demanded appropriate clothing for a lady. – Yasu wanted to die at that moment.)

Darkest secret: she secretly, very deep down, is annoyed that no one else is half as strong as she is. And wishes there was someone she could find that she didn’t have to hold back for.) (*wink wink* foreshadowing *wink wink*)

Skills: life skills: 1. wielding a club

2. archery

3. trapping

4. pathfinding using stars

5. fishing

6. trapping and hunting and skinning animals

7. wood carving, bone carving, and tool building in general

8. cooking

9. farming, gardening

Incompetence: 1. Sewing

2. tea brewing

3. anything to do with speed or agility

4. patience in anything other than hunting

5. strategizing in anything other than hunting

Strength – talent – powers: Shinigami based: 1. professional Zanjutsu

2. advanced levels of Kido

3. unrivaled Hakudo

4. passable Hoho

Habits: 1. she stubbornly sticks to the superstition of drinking mill mixed with boar blood is good for health and strength. (even though the superstition says it’s good for little boys to grow strong and healthy and she is neither a boy nor a child.)

2. She prefers to take cold bathes even in midwinter.

3. Sleeping outside – unless provided with a big enough room.

4. Braiding her hair and making flower crowns when she is bored or nervous.

The organization involved: Gotei 13, Squad 10. (as the third seat officer)

Income: standard seated officer Shinigami income + overtime

Job satisfaction: doing all the paperwork as fast as possible (even those that aren’t hers… LOOKING AT YOU MATSUMOTO RANGIKU)

Health: as is expected of someone her size she is very healthy seldom gets sick. Her knees and ankles need a herbal and ointment massage now and then due to the pressure of caring for her weight.

Childhood life: on a particularly warm summer evening a woman by the name of “Hatsume” comes across this small village begging for a small room so she can have her child in peace. The villagers of course all this and the woman spends the next two months peacefully waiting for her child. The villagers assumed she must have multiple sons as her belly was greatly swollen but by the time the child was born, it was revealed that “Hatsume” was right and she only had one child. One little girl.

Actually no, she had one big girl. A girl so big, that she broke her mother’s hips as she was coming out resulting in the death of her mother. Originally the midwife –“ Obba-chan Harumi” – deemed it a bad omen and wanted to drown the child but was convinced otherwise by the rest of the women. Thus the newborn was given to “Riko” another woman who had recently lost her weak child due to heatwave. She named the child “Yasu “ and accepted her as her own child and fed her until she no longer could.

Apparently “Yasu” was a very hungry child and drank her mother dry within a few months, and so she was given to another woman named “Natsuko” who also raised her as her own alongside her son named “Tadashi”. And so, until Yasu-chan was old enough to eat solid food she was cared for by the collective effort of 10 women. (Riko-san, Natsuko-san, Haruko-san, Kaede-san, Usagiko-san, Amaya- san, Yuria-san, Ikuko-san, Minako-san, Sakue-san) and as a child, she grew to eat 3 times a grown man and as an adult, she eats 9 times the average man as a moderate ratio (she can eat more)

Best memories: 1. sitting by the ocean with her 10 mothers and their other children making flower crowns and listening to the sound of waves.

2. Learning how to carve knives and sitting next to her “Yuudai-gi” and making hunting knives.

Worst memories: 1. sitting at the grave of “Yuudai-gi” now knowing why he died

2. Barring her mother “Kaede-san” after she fell ill

Alignment: bounces between lawful chaotic and chaotic lawful – sometimes lawful neutral

Short-term goal: accomplish daily duties to the best of her abilities.

Long term goal: live her life to the fullest and learn to relax and have fun without worrying

The most defining moment in her life: deciding she’s prepared the kids of her village enough and leaving them to become a Shinigami.

Type of childhood: certainly eventful, but all in all nurturing

First memory: her first and oldest childhood memory is being surrounded by many women cooing at her (her motherers) and one in particular saying something about giving her boar blood with milk.

Most important childhood memory: her first successful hunt, an old limping stag.

Childhood hero: Yuudai-gi

Education: thought by the rest of the villagers. Mostly focused on practical information – learned how to write and read when she had nothing better to do by her mothers.

Family: mothers: Riko-san, Natsuko-san, Haruko-san, Kaede-san, Usagiko-san, Amaya- san, Yuria-san, Ikuko-san, Minako-san, Sakue-san

Father figure: Yuudai-gi, Kaoru-gi, Manzo-san, Ikemoto-san, Gihei-gi, Sotaro-san

Siblings: Tadashi-kun, Ekiken-kun, Toyozo-kun, kenji-kun, Hachigoro-kun, shigeru-kun, Akeno-chan, Euki-chan ,Mizuki-chan, Mami-chan, Romi-chan, Shizue-chan, Chieko-chan, Asaji-chan, Ochiyo- chan

+the rest of the village.

Relationship with parents: she was well-loved by all of her mothers.

Relationship with siblings: there were arguments as children and there were teasings as children but the older they got the better their relationship became and with her size she became everyone's protector and the helping hand of her mothers.

Spouse – lover – the person of interest: Zaraki Kenpachi, the second Kenpachi and the 11th captain of squad 11 of Gotei 13.

Children: none

Relationship with children: very well.

Other important family members: (her father may or may not have been a member of a branch family sworn to the Kuchiki clan but Hatsume never confirmed anything and died before revealing anything about the father of the child.) later on Yasu says she has no interest of ever finding her father since she already has 6 father figures and an entire village as family.

Favorites

-color: light ocean blue

-music: the sound of waves – the sound of branches moving in the wind – the sound of owls Hooting at night.

-food: Bear, boar, shrimps

-literature: she doesn't read much. The Academy textbooks are the closest she got to literature. That being said the book of Seireite Laws is her somewhat favorite.

-form of entertainment: making flower crowns, carving knives, going to the woods to watch the wildlife as they are, watch Kenpachi fight, watch captain Hitsugaya yell at Rangiku.

-expression: 1. You won't always be motivated, you must learn to be disciplined.

2. Chop your own wood, it will warm you twice.

-most prized possession: 1. her ragged old ribbon she uses to tie her hair up.

2. Her hair decorations.

3. The old hunting knife made of bear bone that once belonged to her Yuudai-gi

-weapon: old hunting knife that belonged to Yuudai-gi,

Her Zanpakuto (it’s her first and only appropriate and professionally made weapon)

-pastime: watching Kenpachi fight as she makes flower crowns or carves knives.

Poetry describing – quote describing: “she may not have been the innocent cherry blossom, nor the alluring lotus. She may not have been the moon goddess nor the lady sun. she may not have been the enchanting vixen nor the oblivious doe. She may not have been gentle river nor the cherishing wind. She may not have been a princess nor a noble jewel.

Instead, she was unconventionally alluring. She was the reliable oak and the sturdy pine tree. She is the north star guiding travelers home and the early morning twilight, the very beginning of a gentle, warm touch waking you up. She is the dangerously alluring owl and the coyote that mates for life. She is the iron shield you carry to war and the rock you lean on. She’s the hard-working peasant girl in the rice field and The silver O-Choko cup, the only thing the beggar refuses to sell.”

Playlist:

I have a dream – Abba

“I have a dream, a song to sing

To help me cope with anything

If you see the wonder of a fairy tale

You can take the future even if you fail

I believe in angels

Something good in everything I see

I believe in angels”

My same – Adele (Yasu and Kenpachi)

“I don't know who I'd be if I didn't know you

You're so provocative

I'm so conservative

You're so adventurous

I'm so very cautious

Combined you think we wouldn't and we do”

Into you – Ariana Grande

“So, baby, come light me up, and maybe I'll let you on it

A little bit dangerous, but, baby, that's how I want it

A little less conversation and a little more "touch my body"

'Cause I'm so into you, into you, into you

Got everyone watchin' us, so, baby, let's keep it secret

A little bit scandalous, but, baby, don't let them see it

A little less conversation and a little more "touch my body"

'Cause I'm so into you, into you, into you, oh yeah”

Are you ready – the Disturbed

“That's enough already now

You don't want to take it

All your reservations have been taken away

They've been taken away

So you think you're ready now

For the revolution

Yeah, they can't control you

Once you've broken away

You've got to get them out of your mind

When they stand before you they will find

A force they aren't ready for

***

Are you ready?

They aren't ready for you to be strong

Are you ready?

They aren't ready for you to prove them wrong

Are you ready?

They aren't ready for you to be turned into someone

Who cannot be preyed upon”

The greatest thing – Cher Lloyd, lady Gaga (Yasu and Kenpachi)

”I hope, that you can see,

you are the greatest thing to me.

And when, you' feeling like you're not enough.

I'll give you wings, i'll lift you up.

I hope, that you can see,

you are the greatest, greatest thing to me.”

Out of control – lady gaga (Yasu and Kenpachi)

“I need a love that's crazy don't you see?

***

“Give it up, Put it up, Not enough, Not enough, Not enough, I need it Out of control.

Give it up just let your body Out of control”

Rival – Ruelle

“The tide is high

It's sink or swim

My only rival is within

Giants calling round the bend

My only rival is within

I won't let my demons win

My only rival is within

I will fight through thick and thin

My only rival is within”

The one thing – Shakira (Yasu and Kenpachi)

“You are the one thing that I got right

It's a fickle world, yeah, it's a fickle world

You turn the darkness into sun light

I'm a lucky girl, yeah, I'm a lucky girl

And if I mess up everything someday

I would hide my head in shame

Cause you are the one thing that I got right”

aesthetic: (disclaimer: non of the photoes and art works used in the grid bellow are mine i acuired them from pinterest. i do not take credit for any of these pieces.)

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tailorvizsla · 4 years ago

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Hi Momma! Its been a little while since I sent you a #chaotic ask. I was just thinking on what your HCs might with Din, Paz, and the Armorer if their S/O was a bleeding heart who just HAD to rescue and sneak an orphaned baby loth-cat into the covert? Love, your angle

Oooh I like this chaotic ask! I have Din’s ready, but not the other two. For a good reason, I promise. ;) HCs: Din Djarin’s Reaction to SO Bringing Home a Stray Loth Kitten Word Count: ~900 Rating: PG-13 Warnings: Animal abuse. Kotep is hurt when she is little by someone.

- Din will pet animals and sometimes feed strays if he has food on him, but he isn’t really interested in bringing a pet home. He doesn’t have the time or energy to dedicate to homing an animal and getting it acclimated to his nomadic lifestyle.

- (He will never tell anyone, but he is actually scared of adopting a pet. His biggest fear is needing to leave in a hurry and accidentally leaving the animal behind. Even though he knows he will immediately turn around to go pick it up, he does not want any living creature to experience the feeling of abandonment, even if it’s for a few minutes.)

- One day, while on a supply run, you and Din split up in town. He goes to get medical supplies and you go to the market to get some fresh fruit and veggies. While there, you hear yelling and go to investigate the cause of the ruckus.

- The shop keeper – one of the people you buy goods from on a regular basis – is standing in front of his stall, waving his arms and yelling. Other people are trying to calm him down, but he is on a rampage. He draws his foot back and kicks at something, sending a small lump flying into the wall, cutting off its pained cry with a sickening crack.

- “Vermin!” he spits as he stomps back into his stall. “Filthy animal!”

- From here, you can see that the vermin he was referring to is nothing more than a raggedy brown loth-kitten. Crouching down, you hold your hands out to the kitten and call to it gently. It cowers on the ground in front of you, trying its best to curl its body into a tight little ball, clearly expecting to be abused.

- You can see that its soft, downy hide is covered in a myriad of wounds. The kitten is missing a big chunk out of one ear and it looks like the whiskers on one side of its face have been ripped out. The streets haven’t been kind to the tiny creature.

- “Come here, Kotep,” you croon gently, “I will not hurt you.”

- The loth-kitten stares up at you with big green eyes, ears pinned back, for several long moments. Then it slinks forward on three legs – the fourth is badly broken – and curls up next to your knee. The instant it rests its head on your leg, you know you have to take this little creature with you.

- Slowly, to avoid startling her, you reach into your pocket and take out a handkerchief. The kitten doesn’t move as you wrap the material around its torso, keeping its broken leg immobilized. Then you carefully lift the kitten into the bend of your arm.

- As you pass by the stall, the shopkeeper calls out to you. “Hey, Mando!” he says. “What can I get you today?”

- You look at him, hoping to convey your disgust with your posture alone.

- “What kind of man kicks a loth-kitten hard enough to break its bones?” you ask loudly, drawing everyone’s attention. “When it was merely begging for scraps?”

- His face drains, turning an ashen shade of grey. The market bursts into a flurry of whispers at your admonition. You know that many people see you as nothing more than a murderous bounty hunter, exchanging lives for money. You hope that your words have brought the shopkeeper immense shame. (Honestly, kicking a tiny, helpless kitten? He deserves prison, you think, for his cruelty toward an animal.)

- The nearest veterinary clinic is in the fancy side of town, so you call Din and let him know you’ve been delayed. Fortunately, he doesn’t question you. At the clinic, you settle in the nice, plush chairs to wait, ignoring the weird looks you get from the hoity-toity clientele. Once you explain what happened to the veterinarian, they agree to treat Kotep for a reduced fee. (Even so, the cost of the treatment, vaccinations, and care items wipe out your savings account entirely.)

- From there, you head back to the Razor Crest, trying to smuggle your new companion in. Of course, Din doesn’t miss a thing, especially since you only have a bundle in your arms and a small, colorful bag on your shoulder. Definitely not the supplies you had come here for.

- “Where’s the food?” he asks, folding his arms in front of his chest. You give him back the money Armorer had given you two to buy supplies with.

- “Uh, there was a problem,” you say, trying to hurry past him. “We’ll need to go somewhere else from now on.”

- “Right, and what are you trying to hide from me?” he asks patiently, blocking you in.

- Before you can think of something, Kotep pokes her head up from your arms and lets out a curious meeww??

- “Oh, no,” Din says. “We are not adopting a cat.”

- “Her name is Kotep,” you say stubbornly. “I spent all my savings getting her patched up. So we’re keeping her.”

- “No, we aren’t,” Din says. “You’re taking her back to where you found her.”

- “That hut’uun shopkeeper kicked her so hard he broke her leg and three of her ribs,” you say. “I’m not taking her back there.”

- Din exhales gustily, tilting his head back to look up at the ceiling in exasperation. For a few seconds, you wonder if he really will make you take her back to that horrible place, but he relents.

- “Welcome to the Tribe, Kotep,” Din says grumpily, wiggling a finger at the kitten in your arms.

- Kotep lets out a mraoowr of happiness and licks his finger, her ears coming up in curiosity.

- That night, Kotep sleeps in the bed with the two of you. When you wake up, Kotep is curled up on Din’s chest, her head tucked under his chin, tiny snores escaping her. Junior is laying across his stomach, tiny snores escaping him as well. You quite literally have to bite down on the insides of your cheeks to not burst into hysterical laughter at the sight of the mighty warrior becoming nothing more than a pillow for two babies.

- As Kotep grows bigger, she takes it upon herself to look after Junior, often picking him up and bringing him to one of you if he starts getting into mischief. Din is especially appreciative of the third pair of eyes on the kid. (Junior, on the other hand, is often sour about having his mischief interrupted.)

- The day you take Kotep back to the Tribe, some idiot of a hunter makes the mistake of getting into Junior’s personal space. As the hunter kneels to waggle a finger at Junior, Kotep launches all 13 kilograms of herself at the hunter, using her sharp claws and teeth to utterly wreck whatever parts of him are not covered in armor. Then, just as quickly, she leaps off him, grabs Junior, and drags the kid under the couch, snarling at anyone who dares come near the couch.

- That day, Kotep is named an honorary member of the Fighting Corps. The hunters debate on having a jetpack or maybe a flamethrower made for her, but you overrule that line of thought. After a few weeks, the hunter apologizes to Kotep. As a peace offering, he gives her a very large piece of fish. She forgives him, and eventually lets him pet her.

- (Having learned his lesson, he often brings her back something small to stay on her good side.)

#star wars #the mandalorian #din djarin #din djarin x reader #mando x reader #Kotep the Loth Cat #Baby Yoda doesn't stand a chance of causing trouble #HCs #hdlynn #causin chaos up in this inbox #din djarin x f!reader #mando x f!reader #tailor writes

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Destiel Trope Collection 2020 Day 8: Domestic

Look What The Cas Dragged In | @deansrightfulangerissue

Rating: General Word Count: 1020 Main Tags/Warnings: Canon Universe, Humor Summary: There’s a guest in the bunker. Dean’s nose is not a fan.

Apple Pie at the End of Times | @deansrightfulangerissue

Rating: General Word Count: 1029 Main Tags/Warnings: Canon Universe, Fluff Summary: Dean bakes a pie for a special occasion.

A Rainy Day | @casseythebee

Rating: General Word Count: 1280 Main Tags/Warnings: none Summary: Dean and Cas spend the day with their adopted daughter Mary and their dog Sir Fluffles

The Wrecking Reindeer | @cloverhighfive

Rating: General Word Count: 1442 Main Tags/Warnings: domestic fluff, first christmas Summary: Dean and (human)Cas bought their first house, in the country side, and Dean hung Christmas lights to make their house pretty - but they get wrecked.

A Mark For You, A Mark For Us | @envydean

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 1462 Main Tags/Warnings: married!destiel, vacation alone, Sam lovingly kidnaps their daughters, Smut, Bottom!Cas, top!dean, Shower Sex, Bed Sex, Hickeys, Marking, Fluff and Smut Summary: Sam takes Claire and Emma for the week while Dean and Cas have some time off and they decide to spend the first day of their vacation in the shower and in their bed, marking each other up now that they don't have to hide it.

we'll be holding on forever | @breathingdestiel

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 1600 Main Tags/Warnings: canon compliant, first kiss, slow dancing, light angst, fluff Summary: For their anniversary, Dean and Cas bake a pie, slow dance and talk honestly about their feelings.

Nothing's Better Than Nougat | @dark3rainbow

Rating: General Word Count: 2028 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternative Universe - Human,Parents Dean Winchester, Parent Castiel (Supernatural),Established Relationship,Established Castiel/Dean Winchester,Castiel is Jack Kline's Parent, Dean Winchester is Jack Kline's Parent Summary: It's Jack's first birthday and Dean is stressed, Cas doesn't get it and Sam just wants some cake

Back Home | @peanutbutterjelly-pie

Rating: General Word Count: 2185 Main Tags/Warnings: Fluff, Pining, Domestic, Established Relationship Summary: After having been gone for a few days Castiel receives some slightly worrying text messages from both Dean and Sam.

Not Gonna Drop You, Hon | @misha-moose-dean-burger-lover

Rating: General Word Count: 2469 Main Tags/Warnings: Alternate Universe: College/University, Established Castiel/Dean Winchester, Mild Hurt/Comfort, Fluff Summary: Dean Winchester wasn't exactly looking for an excuse to carry his boyfriend with a fractured leg up to their apartment, but he doesn't mind it, especially when Castiel clings to him as he does. Once more, he does it to force Castiel to sleep. And this time, when Castiel calls it 'unbelievably hot' in a tone so giddy, Dean is taken aback as he discovers just how much the both of them enjoy it.

Pragmatic Art | @deansrightfulangerissue

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 2479 Main Tags/Warnings: Canon Universe, Fluff and Humor, Artist!Cas, Inspired by Ghost (1990) Summary: Cas finds a new hobby, Dean needs a little time to get on board with it.

Human Games | @agusvedder

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 2551 Main Tags/Warnings: Human!Cas, domestic fic, smut, food play, first kiss, first time, handjobs, blowjobs, fluff, slight angst Summary: After deciding to take his own grace and becoming a human, Castiel asked his brother Sam to teach him human games. Things don't work out the way he planned when Dean pops up fresh off the shower.

Feline | @castielscarma

Rating: General Word Count: 3590 Main Tags/Warnings: light angst, love confessions, Summary: Cas finds a stray outside the Bunker and decides to bring it home. Little does he know that the cat will come to be instrumental in bringing him closer to Dean.

Consecration | zaphodsgirl (AO3)

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 5008 Main Tags/Warnings: Priest Castiel, Sexy Times, Team Switch Summary: Father Castiel steals away for his secret weekend at Dean's house.

The shiny, pointy...thing. | @agusvedder

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 6385 Main Tags/Warnings: Christmas fic, domestic destiel, smut, fluff, human!Cas, s9 canon div, Vers!Cas , Vers!Dean, switching, sex toys, butt plugs, Cas' first time. Summary: After retrieving Gadreel out of Sam, a very human Castiel moved in the bunker with the guys. As the days pass by Dean realize he would do anything to keep Cas happy. ANYTHING but letting him keep the christmas gift he bought for himself.

Going On Sixty | @misha-moose-dean-burger-lover

Rating: Teen & Up Word Count: 6682 Main Tags/Warnings: Old Dean Winchester, Married Dean Winchester and Castiel, Growing Up Together, Slightly Hurt Dean Winchester, Insecure Dean Winchester, Conversations in the Impala, Domestic Fluff Summary: Dean’s fifty eight. He’s pushing sixty, and that’s exactly what he’s doing. He’s pushing as hard as his back allows - but it doesn’t seem to be working, and if he’d had a stick - though he doesn’t need one, thankyouverymuch - he would’ve been using it too. And it’s not just the number. He’s old. Bobby Singer’s words have never rung truer, and that man has said plenty of wise things in his life. “Old age is both - forgetting things like a drunk, and hurting all over like you’re sober.” It’s ridiculous. Dean won’t vouch for having had a brilliant brain before, but he didn’t used to forget why he went into the next room, he’s quite sure. And, oh lord, his bones. His joints creak when he sits, and he wishes he’d given older hunters less shit for it when they’d all been whining in chorus about their goddamn hips. He gets sick easy too - Sam, the ever smart-ass says his immunity is as trash as the meals he’d have when he was thirty. So, there. He’s old, and he’s grey, and he’s slow, and he’s grumpy. But hell, is he happy.

The one where everyone goes wonderfully right (WIP) | @lucy-is-alive

Rating: Mature Word Count: 18137 Main Tags/Warnings: AU, domestic fluff, happy ending Summary: Jack accidentally opens a rift to an alternative universe, which leaves team free will and their extended family with a pleasant surprise and a difficult choice to make.

Hot Wings and Magic Hands | @maleyah-givemetomorrow

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 50532 Main Tags/Warnings: Yoga instructor Castiel, Surgeon Dean, Domestic fluff, Valentine's Day, Modern AU, Idiots to Lovers, Misunderstandings Summary: The one where Dean is a burnt-out surgeon, who has some minor self-esteem issues about it and Castiel is a gym instructor who helps him out of his rut. But it’s all just professional, right?

The Very Core of My Heart | @pomegranatedaffodil

Rating: Explicit Word Count: 109375 Main Tags/Warnings: Modern AU, Marriage of Convenience, Small Town Setting, Slow Burn, Friends to Lovers, Sharing a Bed, Family Drama, Switching Summary: Dean Winchester has lived his whole life in this small Muskoka town, with the same family and friends he's known since birth. One doctor's appointment later, everything Dean has ever known is about to change: he's just been diagnosed with a terminal heart condition, and has less than a year to live. His time may be running out, but he plans to make the most of it. And he wants to spend as much of that time as possible with the mysterious, motorcycle-riding subject of town gossip: Castiel Novak. AU based on The Blue Castle by L.M. Montgomery.

#destiel trope collection 2020 #destiel trope collection #destiel #domestic #day 8

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SPN Deserved Batter 1: Found Family

Imagine boy who loses his family at 4 years old.

His mother dies in a fire and grief drives his father to be a different man, not a father so much as a commander. His baby brother, who he carried from the fire in his tiny arms even as his mother roasted on the ceiling, is left in his clumsy care as he spends his life moving from motel to motel and school to school.

He never has a relationship, and the couple attempts he makes don’t pan out. He’s too wild. Too unusual. Too dangerous. But it doesn’t matter, and it doesn’t matter that it’s not true, because he’ll always be out of their lives in a couple weeks. A month at the outside.

And then, the little brother he raised, fed, cared for, had to be mother and father to- leaves. Just when they were getting old enough to be peers. Leaves their father and their lifestyle more than he leaves Dean, but it doesn’t feel like it.

And then Dean’s father starts to leave him behind more and more. Splitting up in Montana for a couple weeks. Berating him for missing an easy kill when they go after werewolves together in Oregon and then taking off to deal with a lead on a demon.

He joins forces with other hunters now and then. People who crash his case without a disguise as good or as useful as his. Idiots who only think they know what their doing. Lee Webb, for a while. A friend... or something. But it can’t last.

And then, finally, his father goes on a hunting trip, and he doesn’t hear from him for days, and Dean is so alone, he breaks his promise to himself that he would let Sam go on and live a normal life. And he brings Sam’s life crashing down around him, and goddamn it, he’s a little relieved when it gets Sam back in the car. Back on the road.

They hunt. They hunt for years. and they find themselves at the center of the battle between heaven and hell. They lose their father. They gain an angel.

Their work is dangerous. Their enemies are powerful and merciless, and there is a version of this story where every new friend, ally and supporter dies. Where Sam and Dean only ever have each other to fall back on. Where they push too hard and sacrifice too much and have to watch the people around them die over and over.

But.

There are more things in heaven an earth than they have dreamt of.

They learn that there are people who have been hunters for generations, and not just hunters who were born in fire and tragedy like they were. They find a roadhouse full of people who know the truth. Who work as hard as they do. They aren’t in Nebraska all that often, but it’s a safe place to have a drink and bunk down when they are there. They reconnect with Bobby Singer, who becomes more of a father to them than John ever was, though it’s still hard for Dean to admit it.

Castiel, the angel who Dean hated least, becomes a friend. More than a friend, Almost a brother, Dean thinks. Someone... someone he can love differently than he loves Sam. Someone he, as an adult, as his own person, can choose to care about and take care of.

And there are still worlds left to conquer. Every year there seems to be a bigger threat, more of the world in danger, but every year they have more people to rely on.

To love.

They check in with Jo Harvelle when they are in the Northeast now. She’s mostly going to college, but still hunts here and there.

Gordon... they work with Gordon when they have to. He’s dangerous... but you don’t bring a knife to a gun fight and hunters are not, by and large, cuddly. Gordon is at least more reliable than Bella, who is about as likely to help you as she is to double cross you, and every couple years they always need her too much to say no when she calls.

Jody Mills calls when she knows she needs back up, and Dean and Sam don’t talk about how nice it is to be put up in her guest room and welcomed to her leftovers when they are there.

The nerdy redhead surprises Dean. Charlie, who worms her way into his heart so fast.

He thinks about her, sometimes, even in Purgatory, as he and Benny hunt for Castiel, and Benny stops asking who this angel is to Dean that makes him so important.

When Dean escapes purgatory, but loses Cas, and doesn’t know what to say to Benny, he tries to find her, but lets go when he realizes that she might be the one person he can’t find if they don't want to be found.

Years go by, and it turns out Hunters aren't the only monster hunters. Some hoighty-toighty bunker douche bags tried their hand at it too, and Dean finds himself, suddenly, with a home.

It’s a creepy underground 50′s bunker... but it’s big. It’s even big as it starts to fill up.

Castiel takes the room next to Dean’s. Sam doesn’t say anything when he picks a different wing of the barracks.

When Jo drops out of college again, she comes to stay for a while.

An encounter with spell work and fairies at a Larp Weekend bring Charlie back into the fold, and she grabs another one of the rooms in Sam’s wing. Claire Novak runs away to them more than once.

It’s not as though it’s ever bustling, but it’s not as though it’s quiet. Jack, a child in a teenager’s body and a nearly all powerful being in a tee shirt, certainly keeps things interesting, but even he isn’t the strangest piece of their little compound when Gabriel comes back to life and Rowena, mother of the king of hell have... one bedroom, at least until they swindle, and possibly murder their way into a penthouse someone far away from the midwest. Charlie, after an extremely strange night, starts dating Dorothy from the wizard of Oz, and Sam’s side of the barracks fills up just a little more.

And then, here and there... a monster.

When Garth becomes a werewolf, he doesn’t know where else to stay. When Sam’s kitsune friend from junior high is being hunted, they hide in the bunker. They don’t stay forever, but they retreat there. To Sam and Dean. And Castiel. And Charlie. And whoever else might be a spare bedroom at that point.

Dean doesn’t notice how much he’s changing until Amara brings back his mother.

And suddenly he feels like he has to hide how he talks to and touches Castiel when she’s in the same room. And Charlie wants to talk to him about it, and he doesn’t know how.

He finds himself telling Mary about John, and realizing that when he talks about his life with John... there is nothing else in it.

Motels and monsters.

No learning to make old fashioned to get Cas to try whiskey. No sitting with Charlie at the computer for hours while she patiently explains something that she could do in her sleep. No Rowena smuggling cursed bones into the library when she promised she would stop. No trying to explain Scooby do to Cas, or reading a book that Cas leant him on their very infrequent days off.

And then Sam meets a girl on a hunt. Eileen. And Dean can see how he lights up around her, and the way she smiles at him, and the way people look at Sam and Eileen, and then at him and Castiel, and then anywhere else.

But it’s not the focus of their lives as they have to defeat the men of letters.

and then another dimension opens up, and all of them are confronted with who they could have been. Hard, ransacked versions of themselves.

Dean’s relieved he doesn’t exist in that dimension. He’s starting to think he knows what the version of himself would look like. He thinks it’s probably the version of himself who sold his soul for Sam.

A man he no longer is.

Eventually they win.

Or almost win, because now, after everything, they have to fight god. But they do go home. They call everyone, and everyone starts driving to Kansas.

But Dean goes to Charlie’s room, and he’s ready to talk about it, and she’s happy to hear about it.

And then, even though it’s late, he goes to Cas’s room and he says something he’s barely been letting himself think.

He stays there with Cas. All night.

In the morning, they walk into the kitchen together, where Sam and Eileen are rather conspicuously drinking Bloody Mary’s very slowly, and Charlie and Dorothy are playing footsy under the table and going through some research with Pamela. Bobby is bent over a book and chugging coffee. So is Mary. Jack is eating some kind of sugary cereal the way a cat eats a bread bag tie, hunched over it like he’s worried someone’s going to take it away from him when they realize he isn’t supposed to have it.

Dean sees Cas smile out over the room, and the way that all of them smile back. And he takes Cas’s hand.

It takes time and work and struggle. But they do defeat God. They do win their freedom and their lives back.

All of them.

#SPNDBCC #Dean Winchester #Supernatural #SPN

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