#“He WILL kill me your honor it’s just that we’re both fine with that”

[shannonsketches]

Genuinely love that Vegeta says “I’ll kill you” and they both know he absolutely means it because Bulma will just wish Goku back so his murder is a consensual no harm no foul situation

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Diabolik Lovers CHAOS LINEAGE ー Subaru [04]

ー The scene starts in the hallway of the Violet Manor

Subaru: We’re here. Get in.

Yui: Eh? But...Subaru-kun, this is...

Subaru: No buts, just go. God. Don’t take forever.

Yui: O-Okay. I understand...

ー Yui enters the kitchen

Yui: ( I wonder why he took me here? )

Kou: Ahー There she is. Welcome!

Laito: Oh? You actually brought her here.

Azusa: We’ve been waiting for you...I’m glad to see you here...

Yui: What brings you all here?

Kou: What do you mean? Do people do other things in a kitchen besides cook?

Azusa: We’re getting everything ready for a welcome party...And we’d like you to help us out with the cooking...

Yui: A welcome party...? Will we have visitors over?

Kou: Of course not! Your welcome party, duh!

Laito: We feel really bad for what we did, you see? Sorry for throwing you into a cell out of the blue.

This party is meant to welcome you, as well as serve as an apology.

Kou: Carla-kun told us to do this so don’t worry. We’re not acting without permission.

Laito: That being said, we aren’t exactly great cooks, so even though you’re the guest of honor, we’d like to ask for your help.

Yui: Well...

( I honestly didn’t think they’d do such a thing for me... )

( They’re holding a welcome party for me. )

( Subaru-kun is... )

Subaru: ...

Yui: ( Not in the best of moods, as I figured. I wonder if he’s against the idea? He was completely enraged yesterday after all. )

( No, I shouldn’t keep thinking so negatively. I might as well take them up on their offer. )

I’ll gladly help out. Let’s put together a delicious feast, okay?

Kou: Thank god!

Laito: It’d be boring to have a bunch of guys flock together in the kitchen. 

We’re very happy to have you help out.

Azusa: Yeah, I feel relieved...

Yui: ( Now that you mention it, none of them are particularly skilled in the kitchen. )

*Cling*

Kou: Here you go. Use this to cut up the ingredients, okay?

*Cling*

On certain CGs, little black roses will appear on the screen. If you click on them, you get an extra line of dialogue.

“Oi, don’t get distracted! ...What if you cut your finger?”

“Stop starin’ at me! Is it that funny to watch me cook!?”

Yui: Hey, how did you cook your meals up till now?

Kou: Well, the four of us did try to work together. 

But Laito would always dip at one point or another and both Azusa-kun and I are better at eating food than preparing it...

Subaru-kun would pull through till the end despite all his complaints but to be honest, the meals he made were never ones to write home about...

Subaru: I’m sorry it tasted like shit! Maybe make it yourself then!

Kou: Just kidding~ We’re counting on you, so continue to try your best for us, okay~?

Subaru: Fuck off, I’ll kill you.

Yui: Fufu...Subaru-kun always takes care of those around him, doesn’t he?

Kou: Even though he’s the baby of the family~

Laito: Such a good boy he is.

Azusa: Subaru is...a nice guy...

Subaru: You shitheads really need to just shut up! Eve, don’t you dare laugh either!!

Selection

→ I thought it was cute (🖤)

Yui: Uhm, it’s cu...

Subaru: Aah!?

Yui: ( I guess he’ll get mad if I admit to finding it cute. )

Subaru: ...What?

Yui: I’m sorry, it’s nothing.

→ Genuinely apologize (♡)

Yui: I’m sorry, Subaru-kun. I couldn’t help myself...

Subaru: Apologizing won’t fix it.

Yui: R-Right.

Subaru: Oi, don’t look so serious. I’m not mad or anything.

Kou: Subaru-kun’s really nice despite his potty mouthー

Yui: ( He’s always looking out for those around him despite being somewhat of a lone wolf. )

*TIMESKIP*

Yui: ( ...I feel a bit better after laughing. The atmosphere isn’t as awkward as it was yesterday. )

Subaru-kun. I’ll lend you a hand, so let’s try our hardest together?

Subaru: Che...Fine, whatever.

Then pass those to me once you’ve cut them.

Yui: S-Sure.

*Chop*

Yui: ...Hey, Subaru-kun. Does this look good in terms of size?

Subaru: Ah? Ahー...I guess? Why are you asking me?

Yui: Eh? I mean, because you said that you’ve done most of the cooking up till now...

Subaru: But you’re the better cook, aren’t you?

...Besides, the stuff you make tastes better than mine as well.

Yui: ( Eh...? What did he say just now...? )

( Did he say it tastes delicious? Even though I haven’t cooked at all since I came here. )

( Are here memories coming back, perhaps...? )

Hey, Subaru-kun. How do you know what my cooking is like?

Subaru: ...Hah?

Yui: I mean, you just said that I’m the better cook...

Subaru: ...

No...I said it on a whim. I just imagine it’s better, no need to read into it.

Laito: Ah, are you perhaps sweet talking her to win Eve over?

Kou: Eh? Is that so!? You’re a clever strategist, Subaru-kun~

Subaru: Don’t be ridiculous! You guys should move your hands instead of your mouths!

Azusa: Exactly...Carla might get mad at us...if we don’t get everything ready on time...

Laito: I’m so sick and tired of that guy lecturing me. I’ll take this seriously even though it’s a drag.

Kou: Good point. We’re counting on you, Eve!

Yui: Then, could you tell me what we’re making today?

Kou: Sure~

Laito: Can’t you make everything while you’re at it? I doubt we’ll be of much help anyway.

Subaru: We’re not doing that. Oi, Laito. Don’t you dare sleep on the job today.

Azusa: Eve...I look forward to cooking with you...

Monologue

The four of us peacefully,

prepared the welcome party.

While spending time like this,

the strange situation currently taking place,

almost seemed to not exist at all.

Fake memories and incorrect family relationships.

Even so, it was fun,

to all cook together.

Since I was still unfamiliar with the kitchen,

things did not always go as planned. 

However, we somehow managed to finish the dishes,

as the welcome party started without too much trouble.

After cleaning up the beautiful kitchen,

we headed for the dining room.

Since we were done with all the preparations,

Azusa-kun went to Carla-san’s room,

to go get him.

ー The scene shifts to the dining lounge

Carla: Everyone is here?

Azusa: Yeah, we are...

Carla: The food looks rather delicious as well.

Laito: Pretty unfair how you leave everything up to us when it comes to these kinds of things.

Carla: You want me to cook? I have always left such small household chores in your hands.

Kou: Ehー? I’m pretty sure it’s more accurate to say that you’re forcing them onto us...?

Azusa: Carla is taking command in this fight...So I am sure he has...a lot on his head already...

Kou: You’re right, Azusa-kun. I know.

Laito: Carla loves to make it difficult on himself, huh? Having to fight for the title of Supreme Overlord just sounds like a lot of trouble, doesn’t it?

Carla: Since I am the first-born of this family, it is my duty to lead and protect you.

Furthermore, there is not a single person in this World more fit for the title of Supreme Overlord.

Kou: Carla does seem like the perfect fit since he loves to be in charge, so I guess it works out in that sense.

Laito: I guess you could say he’s just the right person for the job?

Yui: ( Carla-san is everyone’s older brother...Something really does seem terribly off about this family make-up. )

( I wonder if the others really don’t remember anything about their real brothers? )

( Especially Carla-san, being a Founder, he is different from the others who are Vampires... )

( However, they were so kind to organize such a lovely welcome party for me. )

( Right now, I’ll show my gratitude and accept the sentiment. )

( ...Huh? The ring around my napkin has been decorated with a cute flower. )

( The others’ napkins don’t have anything of such sort, so did somebody put it on there for me? )

( I guess it’s part of welcoming me into the house? That makes me very happy. )

( I suppose it shows that they’re trying to be considerate of me? )

*TIMESKIP*

Carla: Well then, now that the banquet has started, I would like to share a couple of words. Eveーー

Yui: Yes, what is the matter?

Carla: Please forgive my previous crude behavior.

Yui: Eh...?

( I can’t believe he’s apologizing to me. Why...? )

Carla: You are necessary to our family. I would like to welcome you once more as our visitor.

Yui: ...

( Necessary...Because I’m Eve pretty much, right? )

( Rather than locking me up inside a prison cell and forcing me to cooperate with their plans. )

( Are they perhaps trying to win me over so I’ll willingly become their ally? )

( All so Carla-san can become the Supreme Overlord. )

( If that’s the case...I’m not sure how to feel about it. )

( I’m pretty sure that’s the reason why they organized this welcome party for me as well. )

( But when I look at everyone’s happy faces, I can’t just flat-out reject them, can I? )

( For now, I’ll just genuinely show my gratitude for their efforts... )

( No matter what kind of ulterior motives they may have... )

*Cling*

Kou: Azusa-kun, if you won’t finish your plate, I’ll take it~ 

Azusa: Ah...

Kou: Ehehe~ I ate it.

Yui: ( Ah, Kou-kun stole one of Azusa-kun’s sides. )

Subaru: Oi, Kou! How many times do I have to tell you to stop takin’ food from others!? Do somethin’ ‘bout that bad habit of yours already!

Laito: Don’t you need to stop them? It creates some ambiance, but it’s hard to enjoy my meal in peace like this.

Carla: Not my problem. Let them do that.

Laito: No, I’m pretty sure you should stop them?

Carla: It is not up to me to tell them how they should go about having their meal. Just ignore them until they’ve had their fun.

Subaru: They just have shit manners, no...?

Yui: ( I’m pretty sure Ruki-kun would stop them... )

( Carla-san always struck me as the type of person who’d be very strict about etiquette, but I guess he’s surprisingly lax in that regard? )

( I guess it’s because he was never that type of person? )

( Or perhaps it’s because Kou-kun and Azusa-kun aren’t his real brothers? I’m not sure which it is. )

Kou: I don’t mind behaving if you share some of your sides with me, Laito-kun?

Laito: ...Actually, I can tell by the look on Subaru-kun’s face that he’s simply dying to share his food with his older brothers.

Subaru: I’m not! Why me...?

Azusa: ...Subaru. 

Subaru: ...Guh. Those puppy eyes won’t work on me.

Yui: Fufu. Kou-kun, Azusa-kun. If you’d like, you can have mine?

Azusa: Eh? Are you sure...? You’re such a kind girl, aren’t you...?

Kou: Hooray!

Subaru: Oi, don’t spoil them too much.

Carla: Are you sure, Eve? You are the guest of honor tonight.

Yui: Yes, I’ve already eaten plenty after all.

Carla: I see. You can do as you please then.

Kou: Thanks, Eve!

Azusa: I’m happy...Thank you...

Yui: You’re welcome. Honestly, it was worth making all of this now that I see all of you enjoying it so much.

( Even though the families have gotten jumbled up alongside their lost memories... )

( I guess things are going rather smoothly right now? )

Monologue

I do not think things should stay like this. 

However, for now, I want to treasure,

this moment of peace.

While watching everyone,

interact in a friendly and peaceful manor,

the loneliness I feel inside becomes somewhat more bearable as well.

ーー TO BE CONTINUED ーー

[colorfulyetsinful]

Batfam college HC

Another Headcannon bc it’s been a while. Honestly forgot about this one (I sent it to my friend bc what else is new), but I’m kinda (almost) all hc out. Send me you’re favorite hc or one you came up with.

For those who don’t know, I DO NOT MEAN KILLING STALKING WHEN I MENTIONED SANGWOO THE ONE IM TALKING ABOUT IF FROM SEMANTIC ERROR. semantic error is a college enemies to lovers Bl manwah. The mc Sangwoo doesn’t work well with other and mostly would rather do projects on him own (plus he’s kinda an asshole but I love him) and Damian kinda reminds me of him. It’s a good read I highly suggest it if you haven’t!!

Enjoy !! :D

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Dick (even tho he dropped out of college):

He’s not a gymnastics major

He’s a health care major with a minor in exercise science

He hates that he picked this as his major but it’s too late to turn back now

Is on the cheer/gymnastics team

He ended up quitting gymnastics bc men’s gymnastics was “boring and not as flashy” (his words)

He’s a fast learner but hates the work load

Jason:

Conflicted bc everyone says he’ll be a lit major which I can see

but I want to be ✨different✨

Be’s a social work/public health major (you pick) with a minor in lit composition

(is that a thing??)

He’s in a multicultural club

He’s also interning at a a child psychologist office

Tim:

Surprising he’s a communication major

You thought us was gonna say computer science? Nah that’s just a hobby

He’s has a podcast with Stephanie

He calls it “we’re queer, let’s be for real”

He’s also in Phoygraphy club

Was genuinely surprised that his professors were ok with him bc his Highschool teachers hated him

college professors don’t give a shit just hand your work in on time

Another surprise, he’s part of a fraternity

Cass:

Dance major with a minor in psychology

Her professors forget she’s in class

Never see her in normal clothes, it’s always tights or gym clothes bc she’s just coming back from ballet practice

Stephanie:

Also communication major, music minor

She was the one that named the podcast

Apart of a sorority

She provides the music for Cass’s dance performances

Plays the violin

In the honor society

Duke:

Political science major

Stressed all the time

Has to ask Tim/Dick for help with his hw and Jason for his essays

Also apart of a fraternity

He hates his frat house (he didn’t join the one Tim was in)

Damian:

Veterinarian major, fine arts minor

Can not work well with other

Yk sungwoo from semantic error?

Yeah that’s Damian

Interns at an animal shelter

Always has paint/charole covering his hands

He’s also on the honor society and multicultural club with Jason

He’s just busy

Bruce:

Was a premed major with a business minor

Had classes with Harley and they were both stressed out their minds

Was voted class president without wanting/signing up for it

Definitely part of a frat house

He wondered why he was so tired when all he does is party or pull all nighters

[heaven-s-black-box]

A very Soukoku Christmas- Soukoku

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Recovery date: Dec 20, 2019

Description: Pretend you're dating me for this family event because you’re exactly the kind of person my parents would hate and i’m really looking to piss them off

Notes: Click here for the sequel- A very Soukoku New Year

Word count: 683

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“Hmm,” Dazai hummed raising an eyebrow.

Chuuya looked like he was about to burst, whether from embarrassment, annoyance, or both he didn’t know. But, he had very little patience and would rather ask literally anyone else. But, Dazai was perfect for this, and he didn’t have time to find someone else.

“ I said I need a favor.”

Dazai had that stupid look on his face that told Chuuya he’d never live this down. But at this point, he was willing to do anything to piss off Kouyou. If she was going to pester him about having no love life, he would bring a date to christmas dinner, it was just going to be the person she hated most. 

Chuuya took a deep breath, "I need a date to christmas dinner with Kouyou, but it has to be someone she hates.”

“Awww. Chibi-chan wants me to meet his family? I’m honored! How about new years at my place then?”

“Grrrrr, did you not hear me say I just needed someone she hates!”

“Fine.”

“Look I don’t like this anymore then you do but一 wait what?”

“A chance to annoy dear ane-san, I’d be a foul to pass it up! But, I have one condition.”

“Ugh, I’m gonna regret this. What?”

“You’re trying to piss her off, so I can do whatever I see fit.”

“...could be worse, fine,we have an agreement. Saturday, meet me at Kouyou’s at 7.”

---

“So, where’s this date of yours?” Chuuya could hear the condescension in Kouyou’s voice.

“He’s just running late,” Chuuya grumbled, he hoped Dazai was just late.

Just then the doorbell rang, and just as he had hoped, Kouyou went to open it. She looked so proud, and happy, Chuuya couldn’t wait to see her reaction. Following her to open the door, he felt a bit of panic. Dazai liked to annoy him more than anyone, what if he acted like an angel in front of Kouyou instead of his usual shittyy self (not that it’d change her opinion of him). 

“Welcome to一” by the smug look on Dazai’s face, Chuuya could imagine how Kouyou’s face looked. He let out a small smile before pushing past Kouyou and saying,” Ane-san, this is my boyfriend. I don’t think I really need to introduce him.”

This would be fun.

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“So, that went well!” Dazai chirped. How he could be so chipper after Golden Demon almost killed him at least twice in the first 5 minutes he didn't know. But, Dazai did exactly what he needed. Between horrible flirting, trying to kiss him (his third brush of death for the night), and asking to stay the night, Kouyou was beyond done with him. 

Chuuya was only aloud to walk Dazai home by insisting it would be rude if he didn’t. Kouyou being who she was had to let him walk Dazai home. At first he had picked Dazai to annoy Kouyou, but now一 now he wasn’t so sure. When Dazai wasn’t trying to piss Kouyou off, he was nice company, he also looked really good cleaned up. Hell he even changed his bandages.

“Uh-oh.”

“What?” Chuuya turned to look up at Dazai.

“Is the slug thinking? You should be careful, you might blow a fuse,” Dazai giggeled, avoiding a kick from Chuuya.

“Anyway, since I helped Slug, Slug should do a favor for me.”

“Who said anything about that?!” Chuuya tried to look offended, although he seemed more flustered then angry.

“I did. So, how ‘bout new years?”

“What, need me to help you piss off Mori?” Chuuya sneered.

“Nope! I had fun tonight, so, what do you say?”

“Ugh! Fine,” he yelled,” but only so I don’t owe you.”

“Sure, sure. Since we’re going out together, wear a Kimono?”

“Like hell I will you shitty Mackerel!” He yelled kicking at Dazai again before storming off back the way they came.

“Hey! I thought you were walking me home?!” Dazai snickered.

“Walk home yourself shitty Mackerel!” 

Ah yes, new years would be fun. And maybe he’d talk with Kouyou about a kimono just to mess with Dazai… just maybe.

[ryuzakemo128]

Stranger Things Incorrect Quotes Part Eight

Part one / Part Two / Part Three / Part Four / Part Five / Part Six / Part Seven

Dividers Used: Link

Masterlist

Eddie, talking about Steve: Is this a friend of yours, Marianna? Marianna: Kind of? Not really. He's in my life and there's nothing I can do about it.

Steve: Hello all, it is I, your favorite person. Marianna: Actually, Eddie is my favorite. Steve: Okay then, it is I, that bitch.

Eddie: *yawns* Marianna: Yeah, being that pretty must be tiring. Eddie: Then you must be exhausted. Steve: Will you two shut up? Some of us are lonely.

Steve: We’re playing Scrabble. It’s a nightmare. Eddie: Scrabble? Scrabble’s great. Steve: Not when you’re playing with Marianna, it’s not. She puts words like “ephemeral” and I put “dog.”

Marianna: The first time I ever got upset in front of Steve, he put his arms around me. It was so awkward that I had to ask them if he were hugging me or reaching for something on the shelf behind me. Steve: I was doing both, for your information. Eddie: The first time Steve hugged me, it was such a disaster we didn’t make eye contact for, like, a week after.

Eddie: So Marianna sneezed earlier today and I accidentally said 'shut the fuck up' instead of 'bless you'. Steve: How do you accidentally say 'shut the fuck up'?

Marianna: So... This is my full potential? Eddie: Yes. Marianna: So, then it's... Eddie: All downhill from here. Marianna: Like Steve. Eddie: I do not know what this Steve is. But it sounds disappointing.

Steve: The clock is ticking! We don't have time for this asinine tomfoolery! Marianna: This unmitigated poppycock? Eddie: Extravagant hogwash! Steve: Okay, stop.

Eddie: What happened to Steve? Marianna: He died. Eddie: He what? Marianna: He died, but he's okay. Eddie: …Can you please clarify? Steve: Clarification is for the weak.

Eddie, looking through his clothes: Has anyone seen my top? Steve: Marianna's in the kitchen.

Eddie: A party is a celebration of a life, bringing people together to let the guest of honor know how much she is loved. Marianna has done so much for us. This is our chance to do something for her. Steve: By forcing her to have fun at a party that she doesn’t want to be at? Eddie: I knew you’d understand.

Marianna: Enough! How dare you mock me in such a manner!? Eddie: Well. How would you like me to mock you? I take requests.

Eddie: I wasn’t that drunk. Marianna: You colored my face with a highlighter because you said I was important. Eddie: BECAUSE YOU ARE!

Marianna: Stop failing. Eddie: Don’t tell me what to do! I'll fail right now! Eddie: *Succeeds* Eddie: Dang it!

Eddie: Seriously, Marianna, how many people would you have killed if we’d asked you to? Marianna: That’s not important Eddie: I DISAGREE.

Eddie: *sees someone doing something stupid* Eddie: What an idiot. Eddie: *realizes it's Marianna* Eddie: Wait, that's MY idiot!

Eddie, texting Marianna: Roses are red, Tony Hawk is a skater… Marianna′s phone, auto-replying: I’m driving right now–I’ll get back to you later. *Later* Marianna, texting back: Fuck you.

Marianna: How long do you think it'll take? Eddie: I don’t know, three or four. Marianna: Three or four what? Days? Weeks? Months? Eddie: Yeah, maybe five. Marianna: Five what?!

Marianna: Oh man I think I just ran out of pain Marianna: Paint* Marianna: I still have plenty of pain

Marianna: Going somewhere, Eddie Eddie: Just taking a stroll

Steve: I dare you to kiss the next person who walks into this room. Eddie: Screw that, I’m not kissing any of you. *Marianna walks in* Eddie: Fine, I’ll do it. Rules are rules you know.

Steve: Marianna, I know you love Eddie. I mean, we all do, they’re a very nice person and I respect them immensely. Steve: But I think they might be a fucking idiot.

Steve: Well, has Eddie been wrong before? Marianna: How wide are we willing to open this up?

Marianna, slamming pots and pans together to the rhythm of "Give it to me, I'm worth it": I didn't get no sleep cause a' y'all! Y'all never gonna sleep cause a' me!

Young Marianna: Did you just call me a shrimp, you asshole?! I'm still growing, dammit!

Young Marianna: Sometimes, I don’t realize an event was traumatic until I tell it as a funny story and notice everyone is staring at me weird.

[gingernut1314]

Songbird Pt. 3

Buggy x F!Reader

Summary: You had been waiting for Buggy to get his body for days now, but now that the moment presents itself, you find you don't want to let him go. Because despite both of your dirty murmurings and promises in the dark, you knew he was going to leave as soon as his head was reattached to his neck and you would be left behind. Left to wonder what exactly could have been if you chased after him.

Tags: Angst, smut (hand job, semi-public, p in v, standing, from behind, hand over mouth, caught)

Word Count: 4.3K

A/N: So this got a little long so I decided to break it up into 2 parts...sooo expect 1 more part after this lol. Sorry, I go waaaayy overboard sometimes. I just can't help it 😂. I hope you all enjoy!!

Requested by: @srgtjamesbarnes (thank you again for requesting! ❤️❤️)

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Gods you hated these pirate fishmen. Hated that nothing seemed to be able to penetrate their stupidly strong skin and hated that they were getting the best of you. And you absolutely hated that they had tried to drown you in their stupid pool, making your hair a sopping wet mess and the make-up you had spent nearly hours applying run. 

You’d ended up getting away thanks to the soft gills the fishmen drowning you had on his neck. Gills that were the perfect size to shove your dagger into and cut into the sensitive flesh there. 

“What the hell are you doing? Trying to kill me!” Buggy’s muffled voice shouted from within the satchel bag strapped around your shoulder as you pulled yourself from the pool.

“Fuck you! I almost drowned!” You shouted back. “And now my make-up is ruined!” You said on a little whimper before scanning the area for any immediate threats. There were none.

“Oh boo-hoo! Mine is too! And you have this special ability where you can USE YOUR HANDS to help you not DROWN!” You gave a dramatic huff as you pulled yourself to your feet, wiping your fingers under your eyes to try and get rid of the mascara that you knew was streaming down your face. “Get me back to my body! We’re close. I can feel my toes.” 

You had spotted Buggy’s body upon entering Arlong Park. Had purposely been avoiding going near it for this exact reason. To avoid Buggy’s escape. 

“No.” Buggy gave a dramatically frustrated sound as you made your way over to Zoro and Sanji, who had just gotten done killing off a couple more of the enemy. 

“I saw you get pulled into the water. Are you alright?” Zoro asked as you came up to the two men. 

“Yes--” You started but Buggy cut you off. 

“Oh, I’m so sad! I got a little wet and now I’m not camera ready. Oh boo-hoo-hoo. I’m going to go cry about it to my fucking whipped-to-hell boyfriend.” Buggy said, his voice just the tiniest bit higher as to try and mock you. Zoro blinked unamused down at the satchel bag while Sanji narrowed his eyebrows in a pissed-off manner, looking almost personally pissed off at Buggy’s comment. 

“How dare you--” Sanji started as if he was going to defend your honor, something you didn’t need him to do whatsoever. You shook your head, placing a hand on his shoulder to pull his attention away from the bag.

“It’s fine. He’s just throwing a temper tantrum because he wants his body back.” You huffed, taking your hand back and running it through your hair to keep it out of your face. “What’s the verdict on that?” Sanji looked back to Zoro who was already looking to him, a shrug on his shoulders.

“Songbird. Pretty boy. Shithead.” You rolled your eyes at Buggy’s continued talking. “Trust me. I can help you guys win this thing.” 

“No one here trusts you,” Zoro deadpanned.

“Songbird sure does. Just the other night, she was--” You grabbed hold of his nose and mouth through the bag and pressed hard and blocking his airways with a hiss before he could continue. 

“Was that you begging for my forgiveness? Again? Because if that’s not the case I think you could use another dip to wash off the rest of your tacky face paint.” You let go and heard him take a deep inhale of breath. 

“Fuck, songbird. That was hot.” You huffed, rubbing your right eye. “So? Can I get my body back?” No. You wanted to say no. Because despite him being a humongous pain in the ass, you enjoyed his teasing. Enjoyed the late-night dinner talks. Enjoyed the late-night make-out sessions. Enjoyed him between your legs eating you out like it was his last meal on this earth even better.

And maybe this was all because you were horny as hell, but you couldn’t help not wanting to let your fuck buddy go just yet. Not when you wanted to keep talking to him, to keep teasing him, and having--fun. To keep what you had going--whatever the hell that was. 

“I think you owe the lady an apology first,” Sanji said, making the clown groan. 

“Fine. I’m sorry.” You huffed out your nose before opening the bag, red and white strips flashing up at you as he wiggled around trying to get out.

“I swear, clown. If you screw us over…” Zoro started as you gently scooped Buggy’s head out. 

He was. You knew he was. He was going to get his body back and leave and you couldn’t help but feel a bit…disappointed. 

You frowned deeply at Buggy as you met his green-blue eyes. He gave you a little clicking wink before his head went flying out of your hands and re-attached itself back onto his neck. You kept that frown as you watched him hop down and hug himself with a bellowing laugh, reveling in the feeling of having control over his body again. 

You were happy for him…no more dirty satchel bag, no more getting left in random places, no more body getting used as a punching bag…no more shared hammocks. 

Green-blue eyes locked onto yours, that smile of his flattering the slightest bit you might not have caught had you not been watching his face and taking in every little detail you could. If you hadn’t already memorized that face from days and nights spent with him by your side like you were some utter fool.

“Songbird--why such the long face, huh?” He said, hopping out of the wooden carnival game-like structure. 

“It’s because of my make-up.” You sarcastically. Buggy gave a little laugh, making his way closer--almost prowling over to you like some flamboyant jungle cat. A prowl that made your body burn alive. Burning in a need to have him. “You going to help us?” You asked, knowing of what was to come clear in your voice. Knowing of the answer, which was a sharp no. 

Buggy came to a stop before you, his eyes scanning over your body. A slow, lingering scan that only intensified the need burning within your body. 

“I think we talked about what exactly would happen once I got my body back.” You kept your face calm, collected, and overall bored, giving nothing away of your turned-on nature. A nature Buggy was able to pick up on quickly. 

“Oh? Cause I seem to remember you saying something about escaping and leaving us high and dry.” He gave a gruff little chuckle, taking another step closer to you. So close he could lean down to look you over more closely. Look you over with eyes that move from your own eyes to your lips and to your breast which your wet shirt clung to. Clung so tight that it, unfortunately for you, showed off the raised peaks of your nipples which had nothing to do with the cold and everything to do with the man before you.

“I seem to remember something else.” Buggy all but whispered, his gloved hand jutting out to take hold of your chin in a tight manner that felt all too good. That did nothing to help you with your flustered body--had you almost making a naughty little noise you had to bite down.

You’d imaged this moment so many times, in so many different ways. Imagined just how his hands would feel against your skin and how it would feel to have his body over top of yours. 

You’d imaged it so many times it was hard not to think of anything else. 

The ring of a sword filled your ears and soon Zoro’s blade was pressed against Buggy’s neck. “I would let go of her if I were you,” Zoro spoke dangerously. An equally as dangerous laugh fluttered out of the clown's lips. 

“I guess my decision has been made for me,” Buggy said leaning in closer despite the blade pressing sharply to his neck. A blade you all knew would do nothing against him. A blade everyone standing around knew would do no real damage to the clown. “I’ll see you around, songbird.” And before Sanji could shove him away, Buggy was retreating back, middle fingers in the air directed the boy's way. 

You hardly heard what he said. Couldn’t hear anything past the pounding in your ears. A pounding that followed the same beat as your throbbing pussy. 

Fuck. 

You blinked as you watched him rush away. Blinked as he gave you another little wink before disappearing around the bend. Blinked…

“Fuck that clown,” Zoro grumbled angrily. 

“Yeah…yeah fuck him.” You said airly as you continued to look in the direction he had disappeared. 

If you rushed after him now, you could catch up to him. If you went now, you could grab him and pin him against the back of that rock and fuck him just as you had wanted to fuck him ever since you had first met the man.

Sanji shot you a little concerned look you shooed away with a quick change of your face into that of a bright smile. “So…did we get all those fishy fucks or what?”

It didn’t take you all that long to finish off the last of the fishmen. It didn’t take too long until Luffy, Nami, and Usopp were rejoining you guys. Not long at all before the sunset and a grained celebration was taking place. One you couldn’t think properly enough at that moment to enjoy. 

You just kept pacing and pacing and pacing by the open gate, watching the dark road as if something would come up it--someone. Maybe you would rush down it. Rush away and do--something. 

All you knew was you felt--restless. Like you needed to move, to run, to do something other than stand around and celebrate. 

“You have that look in your eyes.” A cheery voice spoke from next to you, making you nearly start at its sudden appearance. It was your captain, Luffy, who had spoken and he wore a grin on his face as he looked up at you. 

“What look?” You narrowed your eyes in question. 

“Like you figured something out. Like you need to go out there and grab it--whatever it is.” You blinked at him on a pause.

“I don’t--” You looked back down the path. A path you wanted to take away from here. “I don’t need anything. I’m just tired.” 

“Oh, come on. I know you. I know what your dream is. Your dream isn’t to go to the Grand Line. It’s here. In the East Blue.” You shook your head, a huff on your lips, as you thought about what he was implying was your dream. 

“My dream--it’s not a dream, Luffy. It’s revenge--”

“Sure, but you want to free people from that evil king. We didn’t end it like you dream of. So, go. Fulfill your dream.” You shook your head again. 

“No. You saved my life. I can’t just up and leave--” He placed his hand on your shoulder, giving you a little shake as you blinked at him. 

“You helped save Nami. You helped this island. You never owed me anything, but if fulfilling a debt is what’s keeping you here, consider it fulfilled.” You didn’t know what to say. What to think. He was--letting you go. He wanted you to go…to do what you “dreamed” of doing. “We’ll meet again. I know it.” He smiled brightly up at you. 

You--nodded. And you nodded again, a smile coming to your lips. 

“Thank you…for everything. You gave freed me. Gave me a second chance.” Luffy waved it off like it wasn’t a big deal. 

“Go. Kick some ass.” You chuckled, turning back towards the road. It seemed so much--bigger now. So far. So open. So--unpredictable. But you loved the unpredictable, always had. 

With a quick goodbye, secretly grabbing your bag from where you’d left it near Usopp, who was telling an over-exaggerated version of what had happened during the fight, you headed away from the celebrating townspeople and the Straw Hats. Luffy was right, you would see them again one day, but for now, you had work to do. Work you had dreamed of and plotted of ever since getting rescued from that shit hole. 

The sea met you as you made it to the beach, passing the docked Going Merry and heading for where you had spotted some of Arlong’s smaller ships. And as you walked, ocean waves crashing at your feet, you began to hum. A hum that grew into soft lyrics you didn’t let get too loud in case there was any trouble. 

Strong hands grabbed hold of you, one finding its way over your mouth to keep you from screaming out as they started trying to drag you behind a large boulder. You hardly thought as you punched your attacker in the balls, resulting in them giving a sharp shout and curse, letting you go. 

You paused at the sound of that voice. It’d been hours--almost half a day since he’d run off. There was no way…You spun around quickly, finding the pirate clown clutching at his crown jewels and looking very much pained and shocked you had done such a thing. 

“What’d you do that for!” He hushly hissed at you.

“What did--you can’t just grab people and expect them not to punch you in the dick!” You shouted at him exaggerated. Something like panic flashed in Buggy’s eyes as he grabbed your hand and pulled you further around the boulder, shushing you. “Don’t shush--” Buggy’s gloved hand came up and covered your mouth. 

“Songbird, I love your voice but you gotta keep it down.” He whispered, his body pressing against yours to keep you pinned to the rough surface of the boulder. It was an action that had your stomach jutting around in excitement. 

You narrowed your eyes in question up at him. “Marines--they got here a few minutes ago. Docked nearby.” He whispered. Marines? You hadn’t seen any single ship in the sea nearby. How had you missed them?

You watched as his green-blue eyes move from your face to look to the side, listening for any sort of Marine-type sounds. And, despite your life possibly being in danger, you couldn’t help your needy body. Couldn’t help getting all so horny again. Especially when he was pinning you like this--his body flush against yours and his hand pressing just tight enough over your mouth to keep any sound from spilling from your lips. 

And you definitely couldn’t help your hands from moving along his stomach to pull him that much closer. To feel his strong body through his clothes. Green-blue eyes found yours again, looking at you like you had gone crazy. 

“What are you doing?” He whispered on a near hiss, but it only grew your neediness. Only had you running your fingers down his sides, finding his belt. A blet your fingers moved along to get back to the front, tugging on them in a sharp movement that had Buggy gritting his teeth to keep from making a sound.

“Songbird…” He warned, his voice growing deeper and more dangerous. A voice that reverberated through your body. Fuck, it was a sound had wanted to hear direct at you like this for a long while. 

Your fingers continued to mess with his belt, unlooping it slowly as if to give Buggy enough time to shoo you away. Enough time to push off you, but Buggy started, letting you unbuckle his belt and unbutton his pants, his breath growing heavier and heavier by the second. 

Keeping your slow pace, you reached your hand into his pants, and as soon as your fingers wrapped his hardened cock, Buggy all but stumbled forward, a leg between your legs to try and keep himself from falling over. His thigh pressed against your pussy in a way that drove you crazy, and couldn’t help yourself as your hips began to move back and forth. Could help and trying to get any sort of traction to help please your needy body. 

As you began to pump him nice and slow, his heavy breath became uneven and strained. A breath he panted in your ear as he rested his head against your cheek. 

“Fuck, songbird.” He huffed in your ear. “So good--” The hand not pressed against your mouth wrapped around one of your breasts, giving it a nice, tight squeeze that had a small sound rumbling in your throat. 

Gods you needed him. You needed him so bad it was a problem. Such a problem it slipped into your dreams, only ever adding to your restless neediness. 

You used your other hand to pull his pants down just that much more so you could free his cock from its confines. A cock that you continued to pump even as you fumbled to unbutton your own pants. 

On a breathy, quiet moan, Buggy helped you yank your own pants down as far as the both of you could reach before he flipped you around. He never once moved his hand from your mouth, keeping you from talking out. It was all so intoxicating.

Buggy kicked your legs as far apart as the pants now around your knees would allow before running the head of his dick through your dripping folds. You gave a whimpering moan against his hand, moving your hips to try and get more, more, more. 

Buggy’s lips found your neck, kissing it as he sunk ever so slowly into you. It had been too long since you’d been fucked, so his slowness was much needed as your pussy made room for his cock. As he moved further within you, you took account of every sensetion his cock shot through you--took account of every bit of soft skin and vein that rubbed against your inner walls. 

Once he was fully seated in you, hips flush against your ass, your pussy clenched around his cock as if it could keep him there. 

“Fuck…” He cursed lowly against your neck, his stubble rubbing the sensitive skin there in a way that only added to the pleasure flowing through you. “Songbird, You feel just as good as you taste.” You gave another moan that was muffled by his hand. His other hand moved under your shirt to wrap around your breast once more, squeezing it just as tight. 

“Gods, you know I dreamed about this? You know I couldn’t wait to get my body back just so I could get you all to myself like this. To be this deep within you--feel you’re sweet, sweet pussy around my cock.” He whispered lowly.

You wanted to tell him you dreamed of the same thing. Thought you were going to go crazy if you had to go another day without his cock in you, but that hand stayed put. Kept your head resting against his shoulder as he began to move slowly out of you in a frustrating manner. 

He thrust back into you, sending shooting waves of pleasure through your body. Waves of pleasure that grew more and more intense as he thrust and thrust into you, his pace quick and merciless. 

Gods and you couldn’t help the moans that were rumbling from your throat--moans you could make as loud as you want because they were so muffled against Buggy’s hand, an outside ear might have thought it was just the wind. 

But an outside ear would never be able to mistake the slapping sounds of Buggy’s hips hitting your ass as he fucked you. Sounds made slick and wet from your all but drooling pussy and the sweat sliding along both of your skin. An outside ear could never mistake the little huffs and grunts Buggy made to keep from moaning himself as anything other then that. 

You reached for his hand and moved it downward, telling him silently you needed him to touch your clit. To rub it in just the same way he had learned to do expertly with his tongue. The coarseness of his glove combined with the steady circling of your clit and ruthless fucking Buggy was dealing you, your finish was being to build and build within you. 

“F-Fuck, songbird. I’m gonna come--feel so fucking good I’m gonna come.” You nodded and nodded again, using your free hand to hold on to his hip and try to tell him to keep going. To tell him to last just just a little bit longer--

The sound of boots marching over the sandy shore and the voices of more people than you could pinpoint and count had Buggy pausing. Had tears welling in your eyes at the absolute denial of your orgasm. Buggy cursed sharply in your ear, seeming as if he would pull away but you held him there as best you could. Moved your hips against his as best you could to try and get him to keep going. 

“Song--” You shook your head, grabbing hold of his hand and interlocking your fingers with his to further keep him there. You were not going to be denied this much-needed fucking because of a bunch of stuck-up, white shirt wearing marine assholes. Buggy let out a shaking breath as he started up again. A pace that was so painfully slow but necessary if the two of you truly didn’t want to get caught. 

That build began again, faster than the first thanks to your already worked-up nature. A build that grew and grew and grew until you were coming around his cock at nearly the same moment he was spilling into you, his grip on your hand and mouth as tight as steal as he fought not to make any noise. 

Buggy slummed against you, his breath coming out just as shuddery and stunted as yours. He moved his hand off your mouth to help allow you to catch your help all that much more quick. You gave a hardly audible whimper of his name making the man bite your neck again in a way that had you closing your eyes the smallest bit in pleasure.

The voices continued to rush by, hardly seeming to lessen. Just how many Marines were storming this island? And why? Who had told them of pirates being active on it? Nami had told you and the rest of the Starw Hats there had been a crooked Marine who had been keeping all crimes under wraps. 

Just as you were about to reluctantly pull away from Buggy, a soldier came around the corner, belt half undone as if he was going to piss back here. 

All three of you froze, the marine’s face turning up into that of utter shock. 

“Oh my gods! I’m so sor--wait a second. You’re Bu--” A detached arm came flying off of Buggy’s body and his hand wrapped around the Marine's throat, shoving him to the ground as he struggled to fight off the limb. His fight lessened and lessened and soon he was laying half-dead in the dirty mixed sand. 

If you were being honest with yourself, watching Buggy choke out that Marine had been hot. So hot you almost begged him to fuck you again. 

“Fuck.” You and Buggy both hissed as he pulled out of you, leaving you feeling empty without his warmth in and on top of you. There was no time to complain, though. Not when you two had attacked a Marine. 

You both were quick to pull your pants back up, hardly caring about cleaning up and rebuckling belts before you were taking hold of Buggy’s hand and running deeper into the forest that boarded the beach. 

“Is your crew here?” You asked, looking back only for a split second to find him rolling his eyes. 

“No.” He all but growled angrily. “They’re no doubt falling apart without me. Probably panicked and stayed away when they saw those Marine vessels sailing this way. I was waiting for my next escape route when you showed up.” He said, taking a few seconds pause. “Wait--why are you down here?”

“Luffy’s letting me go.” You said on a huff as your lungs began to burn from the running. Running like this you hadn’t done much of. “There are a few ships just--” 

“Wait, wait, wait.” Buggy pulled you to a stop, making you all but whip around to stare at him like he had gone crazy. Those Marines would notice one of their comrades missing very quickly if they hadn’t already. They would find him passed out and go on a witch hunt to find who attacked him and Buggy was making it very easy to be found. “You’re leaving? What about that stretchy kid you owe your life to?” You peered behind Buggy to make sure no one was coming up behind you guys. 

“He wants me to “fulfill my dream”. Said I’d repaid him enough. So…” You gestured with your hand in the direction you had been trying to pull him in. “Let’s get going while the goings hot, yeah?” Buggy still kept you paused in your spot, watching you like he almost didn’t believe what you were saying.

“What’s your dream?” He asked on a breath. It was a question you hadn’t really thought or had been prepared for him to ask. Something that surprised you and had you almost forgetting about the Marines just past the forest brush.

“I’m going to kill that fucking king who kept me as a slave.”

“That’s some dream.” You shrugged, flashing him a smile. 

“It’ll take time to time fully plan out, but you gotta start somewhere.” You moved closer to him, taking the smallest bit of time to rebuckle his belt. “Maybe, during that time, we could put on a show or two of Buggy’s Singing Songbird?” Buggy blinked down at you with those long lashes of his. Blinked like he really didn’t believe what you were saying now. 

“Really?” You nodded up at him as something like excitement and maybe even nerves flooded his green-blue eyes. 

“Really, but a show won’t happen if we’re caught and executed by Marines.” Buggy snapped out of whatever questiony mood he had been in and nodded.

“Let’s get the hell out of here then.”

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Behind Bars pt.2: Blueprint

Summary: Nate’s been sent to prison. Now you and Sully, well mostly you, need to find a way to help him get out, and you’ve thought of something brilliant. Featuring Nate putting pieces together and some Sully and reader bonding time!

Pairing: Nathan Drake x Pregnant!Reader

Warnings: Cursing? Maybe angst?, Don’t reaaaally know what to call it but I like!, pregnancy, I never proof read so prolly that

A/N: Guess whose laptop updated 😏

  Sully huffed carrying the last of your things into his apartment. “Alright...So!” He clapped his hands together looking towards you. “Tell me what the cops said about Nate’s...Situation. Unless you want to get settled and all first I mean that’s- that’s understandable and super cool too” Sully smiled a little awkward, not really sure where you stand with him. “We can talk. Might help honestly.” You sighed plopping down on Sully’s sofa. “Yeah, it also might make you punch me in the face so, there’s that kid.” He joked sitting next to you, happy to hear you chuckle a little. “What? You’re not gonna tell me yes or no to that?” Sully raised his brows hating the smirk you gave him. “So, they had Nate cuffed down so tight you’d think he’d killed somebody.” You started making Sully wince a little. “What? He didn’t, right?” You hissed sitting up straight. 

  “No...He did shoot...some guys...” Sully’s eyes closed before he heaved. “That being said, I’ve got no idea if they lived so, I couldn’t tell you kid, honestly.” His leg bounced to help ease his nerves. “So we’re being honest finally?” You scoffed, feeling like your slightly sour tone was justified as you forgot about telling Sully what he wanted to hear. “Fine. Then tell me how? How the fuck do two guys steal millions, how does one of those idiots get caught while the other runs off like some kinda-” You stopped your angry rant seeing Sully so nervous. “Jo, Jo Braddock that’s how...and maybe Chloe Frazer but that’s less likely. Kind of.” He looked down at you, not expecting a raised brow. “Who?”

  Sully rubbed the back of his neck. “Ah...Braddock is an old enemy of sorts, wants the same shit we’re after.” “Were after.” You corrected making sure Sully knew treasure hunting would be a part of Nate’s past. “Chloeeee...Enemy friend? Frienemies? She kinda had a thing for Nate, honestly, I think he did too hah.” Sully chuckled remembering their antics when they’d tried to work together the first time. “Not as much as he loves you- Of course.” He sputters seeing you deadpan. “Nice one Sullivan.” You huffed. Great, now you had some chick to worry about too. “Hey! I mean it kid! I’ve never seen him so whipped in my life.” Sully pressed a hand to his chest flashing the ‘scouts honor’ symbol.

  You both laughed a little, Mr. Whiskers opting to join you. “I know you want Nate to be done with all of this...But, that’s just not possible. I’m sorry, I really am kid. Once you’re in. You’re in for good.” He explained hopping up from the couch to open his fridge. “Why not?” You furrowed your brows turning around backwards on the sofa while Sully cracked open a beer. “Too many people know what he’s done and where he’s been. Plus, I know him well, He’s too good at what he does to just stop, it’ll never happen.” He gestured around. You hadn’t thought about that part. “He might would try for you and you know.” He pointed down at your stomach “The little guy but, realistically, no matter how hard he tried...It’d always come back.” Sully took a swig of his beer holding out another towards you. You looked at him like he was crazy making him nod “Right, baby n’ all. What a buzzkill amiright?” He chuckled bringing both beers with him anyways.

  “You’re fucking nuts man.” You laugh shaking your head. If you couldn’t get Nate out, you’d just have to help him while he’s in...and also in prison. Glancing down at the coffee table you noticed a pack of bubble gum. Nate loves that stuff, it made you sigh thinking about him offering you a piece with a pickup line the day he’d met you. “I know they make those things ah...” Nate snapped his fingers trying to recall. “Ice breakers! But Hubba Bubba has never let me down.” He chuckled holding a piece out to you making you scrunch your nose and smile. “Oh- do you? Do you think you’re smooth?” You grinned taking the gum. “I think I’m adorable.” He chuckled making you roll your eyes. “Speaking of...Adorable~” He winked to you, noticing your blush now. “I mean, I feel like that was pretty smo-” “Mmmm, Mediocre.” “Harsh.” You bantered back and forth laughing. You’d been staring at a pack of gum for six minutes, that’s when it hit you, there was a way you could help him from the inside. Jolting forwards you grabbed Sully’s laptop, unfolding it, forcing him to unlock it. “Hey- Woah now I don’t remember what I had open last on there so- Oh okay! Fine! Let’s just invade people’s privacy!” He spoke loudly as you shoved the keyboard closer to him. “Milfs2908....Seriously? What are you twelve?” You laughed taking the laptop back. “Gotta keep people on their toes! I mean who’d hack a guy whose password is that! Common curtesy in the hacking world, you can’t hack someone with a cool password.”

  You rolled your eyes opening the web browser typing in the prison name, clicking on their about and history page to find more. “What’s cooking up in that brain of yours?” Sully asked moving on to the other beer. “I think I know a way to try and help Nate. Might not be perfect but, It’s the only thing I can think of.” You explained your plan to Sully, who began to help you find out as much as he could on the prison. That’s when you found them, the blueprints. You took your time sketching them out for your plan, using different colors here and there to mark anything that seemed important.

  A month and a half had passed since Nate was brought to prison. He’d been stripped down in a room full of men, searched, given a checkup, and then got his ass kicked within the first two weeks. Ups and downs (Mostly downs) aside, they were finally letting him have visitors. He found it odd since most prisoners here weren’t allowed to, they’d been deemed too dangerous. He didn’t know you’d told them about being pregnant and asked to see him from time to time if he stayed on good behavior. “A Mrs. y/n Drake is here to see you?” The warden questioned while unlocking his cell door. “Yeah. s’my wife.” He smiled letting the warden cuff him. The man whistled “I bet she ain’t happy with you.” He joked making Nate scowl. “No, not particularly.” He brushed off his feelings as the warden walked him out to a table, cuffing him to it. “She’s good to come in, I’ll be right behind those doors. Don’t try anything.” He pointed at Nate, pressing a buzzer to unlock the heavy metal doors.

  And there you were. He noted your freshly done hair and makeup, and the coat you wore let him know it was beginning to get cold outside. God he missed you. “Baby!” He smiled as you walked up to him, a sweet smile offered back. “Nate...Oh my gosh your eye?!” You went to coo at him but immediately noticed the large purple bruise around his right eye. “Oh, that? It’s nothing. Really you should see the other guy!” He joked, leaning into your hand caressing his face. “I miss you.” You hummed opting to sit next to him on the bench seat, letting your eyes take in his slightly rugged appearance. He hadn’t shaved so he sported some stubble and his brown hair had been left without gel. He looked tired already. “I miss you too babe. I can’t believe they let you come to see me!” Nate wished he could scoot in closer as you shrugged off your coat.

  “I know, but I told them I just had to! Apparently, you’ve been pretty good” You nodded, elbows resting on the table, comfortable talk going back and forth for a while. You’d never felt self conscious around Nate but the way his eyes kept skimming over you, like there was something he was trying to figure out made you straighten your spine. Nate of course, really was trying to figure something out. You were lovely, always had been. He checked you out over and over again, until he finally realized, you look different. Your cheeks a little fuller, breasts a little larger, in fact, everything about you just seemed a little plumper. Not that he minded of course, finding the slight roundness to your middle cute. He decided not to ask, seeing that it could be from the stress he’d caused you.

  A buzzer sounded again, cue the warden coming back out for Nate after some time had passed. “Alright Drake, your sixty minutes are up. Say your goodbyes, she can come back another day.” The man sighed, checking the clock impatiently. “Okay- uhm.” Nate swiveled to look at you again, your smile spreading to his own lips. “I love you...I hope you still love me?” He mumbled leaning in. You giggle a little and connect your lips since Nate couldn’t reach. “Of course I do.” A sad tinge in your voice made Nate’s chest hurt. With that the warden uncuffed his ankle from the table beginning to take Nate away. “W-wait!” You call making the taller man turn to you with a confused look to match Nate’s. “Can I give him this? You can search it! I just- he really likes it. I figure it couldn’t do any harm.” You smile sweetly, nerves making your hands tremble as you held out a pack of gum.

  The warden scooped up the pack and opened it just to close it again. “Yeah, yeah I guess that’s fine.” He smiled down to you. “Thank you so much!” You gleamed tossing back on your jacket. As Nate took the pack of gum and went to turn back around with the warden, his eyes couldn’t help but land on your middle again. “I don’t care about Millions Nathan! I care about you, I want you, home with Us.” He let your words replay from your first meeting. Holy shit, we. You’re pregnant, aren’t you? His head whipped to look over his shoulder, but they’d already made you leave. Maybe he was just jumping to conclusions. Maybe he wasn’t, course he couldn’t risk asking in case...y’know you weren’t pregnant.

  Back in his cement room, Nate paced back and forth replaying your image in his mind. You were glowing, GLOWING. Sure, people gained and lost weight all the time, but something felt off. In the midst of his stress, Nate pulled out a piece of gum, popping it in his mouth. As he went to toss the wrapper, he caught himself, unfolding it. The number seven had been etched into a corner while the whole sheet had been used to draft part of a drawing. Why number it? Nate sat cross legged on the ground dumping all the gum from his pack he began to unwrap them all, stashing the unwrapped pieces back into the cardboard in hopes to chew it later.

  “Lights out in ten.” A warden called making Nate freeze, but no one came past. “What are you trying to tell me?” He huffed finally getting everything undone. Arranging the wrappers around a few times, Nate’s eye’s shot wide. “Oh my god! She’s a genius!” He laughed to himself. You’d drawn and aligned a blueprint of the prison on the inside of his gum wrappers. Vent systems, offices, cameras, alarms, all marked. ‘Good luck in there kid.’ Sully, ‘I love you! See you soon!’ y/n. Scooping up his wrappers Nate hid them away safely, laying back in his cot as the lights shut off. He was getting out of here. He was also...Maybe a father?

I hope you like it y’all! There’s gonna be more of course, much love! <3 -Snax

[jimblejamblewritings]

the imprint or the blood singer | part 15.

Summary: Y/N Black. All about La Push. Shy girl unless you get to know her. Not one to make friends easily despite the fact that she very well could. Friends with her brother’s friends until one Bella Swan comes back to town.

Warnings for the Series: light violence, light smut

Pairing: Edward Cullen x reader, Embry Call x reader

Word Count: 1.7k

Previous Part | (Series Masterlist) 

The plan was simple. Fight the newborns, keep Bella safe. You were forced to stay at the battlefield, Seth taking your spot joining Jacob and Edward in protecting Bella on the mountain. It wasn’t just because the pack wanted you separated but for strategy. You had the best connection to Edward, he’d be able to clearly see the play by play of the battlefield from your eyes through the mindlink with Seth. They’d be able to see what was happening.

“I should’ve picked a site lower down or brought more blankets. I’m sorry, Bella.”

“It’s fine. Higher is probably safer.”

Edward looked at his friend who was shivering in her sleeping bag. Jacob came from running around the mountain, spreading his scent to cover the others. He unzipped the tent and stepped inside.

Jacob crawled into the sleeping bag with Bella. It didn’t take long for her to fall asleep in his warm embrace leaving Jacob and Edward to be up alone. Edward turned his head the other way, giving the two of them privacy as much privacy as he could in a tent.

“It’s called La Tua Cantante,” Edward said, still not looking.

“Stay out of my head.”

“Your thoughts are loud. Something the wonder twins have in common.”

“What is it? Your Cantante whatever,” Jacob pried, ignoring how Edward knew that nickname.

“Blood singer in English. Something about them draws you to them. They carry the sweetest scent in the world to you, it’s like their blood literally sings to you. You’d do anything to have them and you just know she’s yours.” Edward picked at his hands.

“Finish what you want to say.”

“It’s like your imprint.”

“An imprint who you also dated at one point.”

“Because (Y/N) asked me to. She knew this would happen before she even knew this world existed so she pushed me away. And like a fool I entertained her.”

Edward finally looked at Jacob.

“When she told Embry she imprinted on someone in Italy, I should’ve realized it was you. Deep down I think I knew and didn’t want to believe it. You love her don’t you?”

“You would do anything for Bella, I would do anything for her… I love your sister.”

Jacob snorted. “I’m not her brother.”

“She didn’t mean it. She was hurt. You’re family, her brother and dad. You and Billy are her everything.”

Jacob’s face softened. Edward looked at him confused, there were actually too many thoughts for him to filter. Jacob sighed as he settled farther down into the sleeping bag.

“We’re not her everything anymore… It’s late. You don’t need sleep for a battle but I do.”

~~

The real threat was over when you heard Jacob howl. Whatever happened up on the mountain, Victoria was dead. Alice told you to use the mindlink to Jacob so they could come down. You knew she had seen something.

“How many minutes?” Edward asked when everyone reached the field.

“A few, maybe ten,” Alice answered unsure.

“A few minutes for what?” Jacob asked.

“The Volturi are coming.”

“The pack needs to leave. (Y/N) might’ve been a one time thing but the Volturi won’t honor another pack with wolves,” Carlisle said.

“The quickest way ba— Leah, don’t!”

You turned to where Edward was looking. There was Leah, taking on a newborn you must have missed. Your breath tightened as the newborn went for her neck. Leah wasn’t going to make it. With a quickness you ran to save her. You used all your body weight to push Leah out the way.

The newborn’s arms wrapped around your midsection instead, squeezing as tight as it could. You let out a bloodcurdling scream as you shifted back into your naked human form on impact with the ground. Embry killed the newborn with no problem. You heard Jacob and Edward both call out your name but the pain stopped you from answering. You knew it was Edward who picked you up by the cold touch.

“She needs to go home,” Jacob said.

Embry and the other wolves stepped in front of Edward.

“We’ll take her from here.”

“Let him go.” Jacob wasn’t even looking at the others.

“The leech doesn’t cross—”

“Let him take my sister home,” Jacob said through gritted teeth. “Carlisle, come as soon as you deal with this. Let’s go.”

Edward followed right behind Bella and Jacob. When Sam tried to block the way, Jacob pushed him aside.

~~

Everyone was outside your house when Jacob came back after dropping Bella off at her place. Embry had his head in his hands, Jacob knew he was going through the pain with you. He flinched when he heard your scream.

“It’s been like this for a while,” Quil said.

“He’s re-breaking all her bones,” Sam explained to Jacob.

Embry breathed out, it was hard for him to speak as you screamed again. “The entire right side healed itself wrong. It all has to be shattered.”

Leah was pacing back and forth. “Why did she butt in? I had it—”

“Give it a rest, Leah!”

Paul spoke up before Jacob could. Everyone waited with bated breath when Carlisle stepped out of the house. Billy wheeled out from behind Carlisle, giving Jacob a nod.

“The worst is over,” Carlisle said. “She’ll be alright soon, the enhanced healing will kick in soon enough. The bones have already reset themselves. I gave her morphine but the body temperature will wear it off quicker than it’ll help her.”

“(Y/N)? Get back inside.” Jacob rushed to you.

Embry wasn’t too far behind your brother. He wiped at the water streaming down your face, not sure what was tears and what was sweat. Your right arm was wrapped to your body to stop it from moving too much. You flinched with every breath, your ribs had suffered the most damage. The pack looked at you with sad eyes, it was clear the morphine had already worn off and you couldn’t handle it.

“It’s too hot inside, it’s too hot everywhere. It hurts…”

“Leech,” Embry called over to Edward who was sitting away from everyone in the corner of your front porch. “Ice bath, party of one needed over here.”

Edward rose up from his sitting position. He saw no ulterior motives in Embry’s head. None of the wolves tried to stop him. They watched you melt in relief as Edward carefully wrapped his arms around you. You cried out in pain. Edward shushed you and kissed your shoulder, knowing that’s where your pain was killing you at the moment. You got quiet as your shoulder went numb under the touch of Edward’s lips.

“You’re okay, (Y/N). You’re okay,” Edward whispered. “Will you go back inside now?”

“It’s already wearing off.”

Edward pressed his chin to your shoulder. You were right. Your body temperature, even higher due to the healing, was warming up the cold spots the minute Edward wasn’t touching you.

“Please come with me, Edward.”

He squeezed his eyes tight as you asked. He had never heard you that pitiful sounding. If he wasn’t supernatural, he might not have heard you ask.

“Mr. Black?” Edward asked, looking at your dad.

He was on your territory by invitation of Jacob, he didn’t want to push anything by so boldly walking into your house. Billy nodded. It was clear the only thing that would keep you even a little comfortable through the night was sleeping on a block of ice. Edward was the only one who could provide that for you.

“Come on, little wolf.”

Edward guided you back inside. Carlisle walked away once his son disappeared into the house. The pack was ready to go home knowing the worst was over for you. Billy wheeled back inside. He could sleep in peace now that you were comfortable.

“Embry, are you coming?” Seth asked. The rest of the pack had descended left the front porch leaving only Embry and Jacob.

“I need to know she’s not hurt anymore.”

Embry shifted. The large dark gray wolf circled around the deck before plopping down on it. Embry rested his head on his front paws. Everyone knew he wasn’t going to leave his imprint. He was ready to sleep on the deck that night.

(Part 16)...

[dreams-and-drabbles]

ᴸᵉᵗ ᵀʰᵉ ᵂⁱⁿᵈ ᵀᵉˡˡ ʸᵒᵘ~!

Voicelines about you, you amazing human being—!!!

[𝘐𝘯𝘤𝘭𝘶𝘥𝘦𝘴: 𝘝𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪, 𝘟𝘪𝘢𝘰, 𝘑𝘦𝘢𝘯, 𝘒𝘢𝘻𝘶𝘩𝘢, 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘚𝘶𝘤𝘳𝘰𝘴𝘦]

VENTI

About us (how we met) : You remember when we first met? Hehe! I’ll admit that wasn’t my best moment…I had a little too much wine. Okay, fineee! I had a lot too much, there~! Buuut, fortunately you were there to help me!!! Master Diluc was SO mad. I thought he was gonna kill us both…ergh….

About us (helping each other) : You know, I seriously don’t get how I landed someone like you. No, I don’t mean it in a bad way! It’s just… You’re always helping me out, so I want you to rely on me some too! Ehe … I really love you a lot, [Name]!!!

About [Name] : They’re only the most amazing, beautiful, gorgeous, kind, sweet, and thoughtful person out there!!! I sound biased? Well, duh!!! I’m dating [Name], if you want a less biased opinion then ask someone else, like Diluc. Actually, wait! I’ll come with you~! What-! No way, I’m not using this to find out what people think about [Name]! I’m using it to see if there’s anyone being mean to them! Yes, there’s a HUGE difference between the two!!!!

XIAO

About us (how we met) : You’re still thinking about that? I’ve never really understood human sentiments, but I’m glad I met you, too. You wish to know how I felt then? Fine, for you I’ll recall it. Hmph. I thought you were incredibly reckless approaching me like that, at first. I’m still surprised you didn’t give up on your visits…

About us (helping each other) : If you need me, call my name. Ridiculous. You’ve already helped me plenty by offering me your company and bringing me tofu. It would not be troublesome at all to return the favor and accompany you on your travels. I care about you. Was it not obvious?

About [Name] : [Name]. They’re an…important person. Reckless at times. I care about them. It’s troublesome… Regardless, if anyone harms [Name], I’m more than capable of crushing them. Oh. You wanted to know their personality? Stubborn. Persistent. Too kind for their own good. Is that all?

JEAN

About us (how we met) : Oh! I remember that well. I still feel badly about that… I dropped my paperwork everywhere, after running into you! You really didn’t have to help me pick it all up, either… Oh? You’re not mad, just reminiscing? That’s sweet of you. I hate that I troubled you, but I’ll admit I’m glad it happened. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have had the fortune of meeting you.

About us (helping each other) : I know I always seem busy, but I’m more than willing to make an exception for you. If you see me and need my assistance, please, let me know. I wouldn’t call it overworking myself… I’d call it helping someone I care about. Especially, since I’d like to help you, [Name].

About [Name] : Oh, you want to know about [Name]? They’re quite generous. I’m not certain if it’s because they have a lot of spare time or simply enjoy helping people, but they’re almost always helping out somewhere… They’re very kind, as well. I admire them quite a bit… Oh! You caught onto that, then? Yes, I’ll admit…I’m quite taken with them.

KAZUHA

About us (how we met) : It was raining that day. The breeze was foreboding, and carried a hint of urgency. I’d misjudged you at first, thinking you an enemy. You’d been fleeing just like me, then. Now that we’re no longer outlaws, tell me. What’s got you in such a nostalgic mood today? Ah, it has been that long... Rest assured, wherever I may go, my heart rests with you.

About us (helping each other) : We’ve been doing that for a while, haven’t we? Trusting in each other’s abilities, to make the best of any situation… I’m grateful to you, [Name]. Haha. You are to me, as well? It seems we share those feelings, then. I’m glad.

About [Name] : They’re trustworthy. There are few out there as honorable or as well meaning, as them. I value their input, and cherish the relationship we have. Why, yes. We have been together for quite some time now… How did it happen? Hm, perhaps it was simply as nature willed it…

SUCROSE

About us (how we met) : O-Oh!!! You were picking up paperwork, weren’t you? O-or did you have an order form? Ah, I’m sorry! I was so shocked you’d asked that I’d mixed the details up….Oh! Don’t misunderstand…I was happy to meet you, too.

About us (helping each other) H-Here!!! This is incredibly nutritious and balanced…You help me with my research often, so I figured I’d share the products… If it’s something you can use, then…N-Naturally I’d share it!!!

About [Name] : They’re incredibly smart and s-surprisingly thoughtful too. Their attention to detail is impressive, as well…They’ve memorized nearly everything I’ve told them I like!!! J-just because in their words, ‘it seemed important to me’!!! So, y-yes…I think very highly of them…

[mybullshitsensesaretingling]

Married Life

Request:  Ok, here's my idea. Leonard and reader are newlyweds. They've just gotten back to the Enterprise after their honeymoon for a new mission. Said mission goes south and they're taken hostage and held separately. They come to find out that the "bad guys" are actually after the readers scientific research. To attempt to get information the reader is tortured and they tell Leonard that they've killed his wife. But eventually they both escape and find each other and it gets super fluffy from there.

A/N: Happy very belated birthday, @alyygx​ !!!!

“Meaningless calculations have never looked so gorgeous.” 

You looked over your shoulder as the doors to your lab swished closed behind Leonard. 

“Did you just call my life’s work meaningless?” you asked.

“And gorgeous,” he added. 

“It is all about looks.” As you turned back to your work, he came to stand beside you. “To what do I owe this surprise visit?” 

“I need a reason to visit my wife?”

“You do when it’s the middle of your shift.” You picked up a PADD with your theoretical equations to compare to the experimental values. “Shouldn’t you be healing the sick or pestering the bridge crew with witty one-liners?” 

“No, actually.” He wrapped his arms around you. “See we’re married now. I’m obligated to pester you now.” 

“I didn’t realize that fell under husbandly duties.” 

“It does.” He kissed the side of your head. “And I am fully committed to fulfilling every aspect of my role.” 

“You old romantic,” you smiled up at him, leaning your head back against his shoulder. 

“And Jim wants me to join a landing party.” 

“So are you here procrastinating or do you need a scientist?” 

“We need a scientist.” 

“There’s plenty to choose from.” 

“I’ve already chosen.”

“I have a lot of work to catch up on.” You held your data PADD up for him to see. “Somebody wouldn’t let me work for a week.” 

“It was our honeymoon.”

“And now,” your words slowed as your attention shifted away from him and back to your work, “we’re back… And I… have work to do.” 

“And you’ve been working nonstop since we got back. I don’t think you’ve even slept.” 

“I’m really close to a breakthrough here. Just look at this!” You gestured to the containment chamber. 

He squinted at the seemingly empty chamber. “I gotta be missing something.” 

You pressure a button on the console, revealing an empty mug.

“You-” he moved around the chamber as you pressed the button again, “you created a complete cloak. When did you do this?” 

“Last night.” You looked back at the invisible mug. “I can’t figure out how to get it to move with the object. The cloak is completely stagnant.” 

“Sounds like you need a break,” he smiled at you through the containment field. 

“Okay, fine. I’ll go. But if I die down there before I get a chance to finish my work, you’re sleeping on the couch.” 

****

Leanard wiggled his wrists against his constraints, desperately trying to create enough space to pull free. Your screams echoed through the halls. His struggles intensified as your voice grew more strangled. Then it stopped. He didn’t move, waiting for some sign that you were okay. 

No such sign ever came. Instead a woman came through the door across from his chair. 

She didn’t speak. She just looked at him. Leonard tried to remain composed under her gaze, but the restraints bit into his wrists and ankles and your silence continued and he broke. 

“Where is she? Where’s my wife.” He tried to lunge forward. He felt the ties around his left arm loosen but not enough to give him free range of motion. “Let me see her.” 

“We did tell you what would happen if you did tell us what we needed to know.” Her voice was calm. Her body relaxed. It was then that Leonard noticed that she was cleaning her hands with a bit of cloth. 

The cloth was stained red. 

“Let me see her,” he said again. 

“If you tell me about the cloaking mechanism, we will let you see her.” She stepped towards him. “You can take her back with you. Give her the honorable send off she deserves.” 

“I told you, I don’t know anything about the cloaking research,” Leonard bit out. 

She tisked and turned to leave. “I’ll be back in 30 minutes.You can either tell me what I want to know then, or,” she looked back at him, “we can start the real fun.” 

The door slid shut behind her with a groan. 

The second her foot steps were too far away to hear, Learned went back to trying to free himself. He focused on his left hand, gritting his teeth and pulling as hard as he could. Even with the slack he created it was a tight squeeze. He felt a sickening pop and his hand slipped free. He whimmpered as the pain set in at the base of his palm, but he pushed through. Ridding himself of the rest of is constraints, he got to his feet. 

Leonard scanned the room, desperately searching for something, anything, to defend himself with, but he came up empty. He let out a sign and stepped into the hall, armed with nothing but a silent prayer. 

He stuck close to the wall, but it wasn’t long before for his path crossed someone else’s. He considered turning back, but before the thought had fully formed in his head he realized he recognized the silhouette at the end of the hall. The bright blue shirt that was tinged red. The hunched shoulders that raised and fell harshly with every heavy breath.

Your name left his lips like a breath of relief. 

You spun around, rasing a hand clutched tightly around a knife. The blade glistened with blood. 

Leonard wondered if it was your blood or someone elses. He wasn’t sure which was worse. 

Your expression softened as your husband stepped towards you. You lowered the knife and your shoulders relaxed ever so slightly. 

“You’re not… they told me you were…” Leonard abandoned his sentence and pressed a hand to your cheek. 

“We need to move before they find us. Before they realize. They’ll kill you,” you rambled, eyes not meeting his. “We can’t be here.” 

“It’s okay. You’re okay,” he said to reassure himself more than you. 

You took hold of the front of his uniform with your free hand. “Leonard, we need to go. Now.” 

“Okay, okay.” He placed a hand on your arm to try and relax you enough to think clearly but retracted his hand when your expression twinged with pain. “Where do you suggest we go?” 

Your eyes moved frantically around. “This kind of ship… it’s old, but they usually have ten escape pods. They can hold two people. They are equipped with axillary power, low warp, thrusters, and landing gear.” You spoke like you were resiting a textbook. “When in use by two people the power can last for-” 

“Where would they be?” he interrupted to keep you from going to deep into the facts. 

You turned in a slow half circle, trying to place yourself in the blueprints you could barely remember. Leonard watched you carefully. You favored your right leg and kept your hand bald in a first. 

“That way.” You pointed down a maze of halls. 

“Are you sure?” 

You shook your head. 

“Okay.” He wrapped a supportive arm around you and headed in the direction you had pointed. 

Neither of you spoke again until you had made it into the pod. 

Leonard hissed as he moved his wounded hand across the consol to detach from the ship. You looked at him out of the corner of your eye, but didn’t say anything until you had entered the coordinates for the last known location of the Enterprise. 

“Are you okay?” you finally asked, still focused on the navigation. “What’s wrong with your hand?” 

“Dislocated CMC joint. It’ll be a simple fix when we get home.” He eyed you. “Are you okay?” 

“Yeah,” you said simply. 

“You sure? Got a pretty tight grip on that knife there.” 

You stopped fussing with the console and slowly looked down at your hand like you had forgotten you were holding something. 

Leonard put a hand on your back. “Sweetheart?” 

You looked at him with wide eyes. 

“Sweetheart, are you-” 

You suddenly turned from him, slumping over your armrest and empting the contents of your stomach onto the floor. 

Leonard rubbed your back and whispered what he thought were soothing words. When you looked back at him again and he reiterated that you were okay, you let out a broken sob, finally letting go of the knife to cover your face with both hands. As it clattered against the metal ship, Leonard fell apart, openly weaping in a way he haddent for years. He dropped from his seat to the small space between his and your seat. He held onto any part of you he could get a grasp on. 

“I’m sorry. I’m so sorry,” he repeated the words like a montra between tears. 

Your dehydrated, tormented body didn’t have enough strength to keep crying and as your eyes dried and your breath began to even out, Leonards words finally reached your ears. 

“This isn’t your fault.” Your voice was hoarse. 

Leonard looked up at you with red eyes. “I asked you to come. You wouldn’t have been there, if I hadn’t have asked. They were looking for you. None of this…” he trailed off as you shook your head. 

“They had bad intel. Got the insignias mixed up.” The nail of your pointer finger clinked against his badge. 

“They… thought I was the scientist? They thought I was you?”

“Why else would they torture me? Torturing the person you want information from doesn’t work. It’s the threat of torture that scares people into talking. As soon as you hurt the person it’s over,” you continued to protect yourself with a wall of facts. Trying to put some space between you and the last few hours to prevent you from breaking down again. “But torturing a loved one can get someone to talk. They cut up me to get to you. It wasn’t a bad plan, but without the proper facts the execution was poor.” 

“Why didn’t you tell them?” His fingers danced around the deep wounds that stained your clothes and tinted your skin. “This could have ended so much sooner. Why didn’t you says something?” 

You put a finger under his chin to get him to look at your face again. The dried blood on your hand was rough against his skin. 

“Don’t you know?” 

He shook his head. “Don’t do that. Don’t you ever do that. Do not risk your life to save mine, do you hear me?” 

“Doesn’t work that way, dear husband. Not since you married me.” 

“I don’t remember self sacrifice being part of your vows.” 

You lifted his hand to your mouth and gently placed a kiss to his swollen palm. “Then you should have listened closer.”

[purple-babygirl]

you got me reading all your works from 4 AM till 6 AM today, and I have zero regrets. And I’d do it all again. I truly love all of your works, especially those that has anything to do with Bucky.

Now all I can think about is Bucky’s reaction and care to finding out that his Little got an injury—one that she been hiding from him. Omg the fluff.

Anyway, have a great day!

Pairing: Poly!SamBucky x little!f!reader

Word count: 3,381 (i know i know...)

Warnings: polyamory, ddlg dynamics, excessive, probably unnecessary, fluff no one asked for.

A/N: Nonnie, I'm honored💜. Thank you so much for sending me this, you've warmed my heart to no extent💜💜. It is everything when you tell me you like what I share with you. You're so amazing and I hope I'll always deliver and never disappoint you ily:"💜 I know you only said Bucky but I couldn't help but get Papa!Sam in there too, hope you're not mad at me?:" Please enjoy xx.

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don't hide

"Oh, we forgot the toilet paper!" Sam groaned, "I'll go get it. Wait here, sugar, okay? Eyes on the bags and don't move. Papa will be right back," he said before marching back to the big store's entrance, leaving her by the car with all the grocery bags.

Papa said to wait there. Papa warned her that the ground was snowy and slippery and dangerous. Papa told her not to move, she reminded herself but she just couldn't help it. She had to grab that orange.

A bag had fallen on its side out of nowhere and an orange had fallen out and rolled away. She needed to get it before Papa came back or else he'd know she wasn't watching the bags and was zoned out instead. She'd be careful and she'd take the fruit and come back to where Papa left her and he wouldn't even know it. She'd take small steps and she'd be quick. Plus, she was a big girl; she'd never slip, right?

Wrong.

Before she could catch herself, her foot was slipping, her arms were flailing and she was on her back on the cold, hard icy ground. She squeaked, pain shooting through her spine like an electric shock. Through panic and pain, she got hold of the stray fruit, managing to get herself up and back to where she was supposed to be standing the whole time before Sam made his way back to her.

"There we go," Sam sighed, setting the bag with the toilet paper beside the others and opening the car.

She was silent, biting down on her lip to stifle the pained whimpers ready to leave her mouth.

"You ready to go, sugar?" He asked her as he stacked the last bag in the car, slamming the back shut.

"Yes, papa." She nodded, the bones supporting her neck hurting as she tried her best not to cry when she slightly bent to get in the backseat.

She didn't say anything. She couldn't. Daddy and Papa were taking her sledding in the park the next day and she couldn't even be good and obey one single thing she was told. They'd definitely cancel the whole day and make her stay home if they knew what she did. And not only that but she'd surely be punished for not listening and not being careful enough. She could take it. She could play, sled and smile through the pain. Plus, she was a big girl; she could handle a little fall, right?

Wrong.

Her back was killing her. She tried not to hiss when Papa put her seat belt on for her. She had no idea how she'd make it through the day.

~

"Show daddy what you got him, sugar!" Sam encouraged after leaving the bag of goods on the table for her, walking to the kitchen to drop a bunch of grocery bags

She carefully pulled a chair out and slowly climbed on top, rummaging through the bag until she found a packet of Bucky's favourite cookies. She'd pointed at them as soon as she saw them at the store and didn't stop until Papa got them down the high shelf and into the cart.

Bucky's appreciative smile lit up the room, "oh, for me?"

"Yes, daddy. Got 'em for you." She nodded timidly, playing with her sleeve.

He accepted the cookies with a giddy grin and went to store them in place in the kitchen. She giggled, proud she was the reason Daddy was smiling.

"Thank you, love." Before she could stop him, Bucky was hugging her tight, metal arm pressing on her back to pull her body to his.

The chocked whimper she let out didn't go unnoticed by the super soldier.

"You okay, doll?" Bucky raised a worried brow, flesh hand rubbing circles on her back as a sort of habit.

"Yes, daddy. I'm fine," she lied, held-in tears burning the back of her eyes. She just needed him to stop touching her spine.

"You sure?"

"Sugar, go wash your hands we just got back from outside," Sam reminded, saving her from repeating the lie to Bucky.

"Yes, papa." Her socked feet padded on the floor as she left for the bathroom.

Bucky shrugged it off for now, walking outside to help Sam with the bags. She probably wanted more candy than she was allowed and Sam refused or something of that sort.

~

When she was done washing her hands, she tiptoed to her bedroom and did her best to redress herself fast. Her discoloured skin looked awful in the mirror. She couldn't let her daddies see the huge bruise that was forming on her back, innocently praying it'd disappear over night so they could still go sledding the next morning.

"You changed by yourself?" Sam furrowed his eyebrows upon seeing her in a comfier outfit. He knew for a fact Bucky didn't help her because he was washing strawberries in the sink behind him.

"Yes, papa," she muttered hesitantly, fearing his reaction.

"Why didn't you call me or daddy, baby? We could've helped."

"Papa and daddy are busy, didn' wanna bother you," she lied again.

"Doll, we'll never be too busy to look after our favourite girl. You can always ask for daddy and papa's help, okay?" Bucky assured her gently.

"Yes, dada."

"Good girl, here," Bucky grinned, offering her a strawberry.

"Tank you." She took it with a smile and hummed after the first bite, making Sam chuckle.

"You did a good job dressing yourself, sugar. We're proud of you." Sam let his hand cradle the small of her back so he could kiss her forehead.

She whimpered again, biting her lip hard and closing her eyes.

"Everything alright, baby?"

"Yes, papa. Strawberry tastes so good."

"Okay, baby. Go play in your room till me and daddy get lunch ready."

"Yes, papa." She pecked Sam's cheek before leaving the kitchen.

"She's lying," Bucky told his husband as soon as she got inside her playroom.

"I know."

~

She spent the rest of the morning suffering in silence. Her back hurt whenever it came in contact with anything. She couldn't lean forward, or backward. She couldn't even lay down for nap time, crying into her pillow as soon as her daddies left the room.

She'd try not to whine when Daddy's palm touched her upper back. She couldn't enjoy watching her favourite show on TV because she was too busy trying not to pull away when Papa hugged her to his chest while she was on his lap.

As the hours passed, she was in so much pain it was showing all over her face. Sam and Bucky were worried that she wasn't saying anything. They knew something was wrong they just didn't know what. They failed to notice her features scrunching up in pain whenever they touched her because, in their defense, they were always touching her. So they couldn't really pinpoint the problem.

"There you go, sugar." Sam handed her a plastic cup, half full of strawberry milk he'd just whipped in the blender for her.

"Thank you, papa." She smiled gratefully, stretching her neck to kiss his cheek, her face twisting in pain as a result.

"Doll, are you sure you're okay? Do you have a tummy ache? Do you feel sick?" Bucky questioned softly, all while rubbing circles on her upper back.

"No, dada. I'm okay," she continued to lie, sipping from her straw quickly so maybe Bucky would stop and let her drink in peace.

Bucky looked to Sam in defeat and the latter just shrugged at him helplessly.

"Love, me and papa are worried there's something you're not telling us." Bucky's hand caressed further down to the small of her back and she couldn't help but wince, dropping her cup.

Strawberry milk covered her chest and lap and she couldn't hold it in anymore. She started crying and apologizing, thinking there was no way out of punishment for her now. They were going to find out.

"Hey, hey, it's okay, sugar. It was an accident. It's okay." Sam tried to soothe her but her cries only grew louder as she let all the tears out.

Her body hurt so bad and it didn't help that Bucky was patting her back to calm her coughs and sobs.

"Come with me, doll. Let's get you cleaned up." She cried harder at Bucky's statement, knowing they were going to see her back now.

"No, daddy, please. Don't wanna." She shook her head, choking on her tears. She made no effort to go to his open arms like she would.

It broke Bucky's heart a tiny bit. He started to think he'd done something; that she was like that all day because of him for some reason.

"But baby, you're soaked in milk. You can't stay like that!" Sam didn't wait for her refusal, slipping his arms under her legs and carrying her body off the couch.

"No, no, papa, please." Her tears wet Sam's sweater, her thrashing hurting her muscles even more.

"Stop crying, sugar. Tell me what's wrong," Sam said, sitting down on the closed toilet lid with her on his lap.

She remained silent, her fist rubbing at her teary eye and her lips trembling.

"Is there anything you wanna tell me and daddy, baby?" Sam tried again, making brief eye contact with a worried Bucky preparing a bath.

"Wanna shower by myself," she muttered when her sobs died out, tears still leaving her red eyes.

"You know we can't let you do that, doll," Bucky sighed.

"B-But I dressed by myself," she cried more, leaning on Sam's chest.

"This is different, baby." He kissed her forehead.

"Why don't you want our help, doll? What is it?"

She was quiet again, making both men sigh.

"Alright, love, hands up," Bucky instructed but she shook her head.

"Come on now, be good. We gotta get you cleaned up, baby, or you're gonna be all sticky," Sam told her, fingers tugging at the hem of her sweater.

She gave up fighting; her back was sore and she knew her daddies were going to get her in that bath no matter what. She closed her eyes when the sweater was pulled over her head, preparing herself for Daddy's reaction.

"My goodness, doll! What happened?!" Bucky exclaimed in worry and she started sobbing again.

"What is it?"

"Look at her back, it's messed up!" Bucky gestured to the huge purple and blue bruise, whispering the last part of his sentence.

"Oh my god! How did you get this?!" Sam's eyes widened as he questioned her and she only cried more.

It broke their heart. She was in so much pain all morning and they had no idea. How could they be so inattentive?

"Hey, baby, no, it's alright. We just wanna know how you got hurt, sugar. You're not in trouble," Sam reassured, pushing her hair out of her face while Bucky ever so tenderly examined her bruises.

"I'm sorry, papa. I'm so sorry," she cried in his chest, "I- I didn' listen when you- told me to stay I- the orange fell out an- and I wanted to get it and I fell d-down an' hurt m-myself." She tried to explain between hiccups as Sam bit down in realization and regret.

"Aw, sugar," Sam sighed, feeling guilt gnaw at him for leaving her alone by the car. What was he thinking? How could he leave her all by herself like that? She was just a little baby!

"Papa's sorry, baby. Papa's so sorry he left you standing alone and went back inside." Sam apologized, kissing away the tears soaking her cheeks while she sniffled and hiccuped.

"Don't cry, doll. We're not sad with you. You didn't do anything wrong," Bucky cooed, his thumb wiping the tears down her chin and neck.

"B-But I was bad." She looked at Bucky with teary eyes.

"No, doll, you weren't bad. You were just tryna help Papa because you're a good girl." Bucky kissed her temple, holding her forehead to his cheek while he looked at Sam.

The man was zoned out, probably beating himself up somewhere in his mind.

"Let's just get you in the tub for now and then we can let the doctor take a look at your back, okay?"

"What if he gives me shots?"

"He's not gonna give you shots, doll. Only something to apply to your bruise, nothing painful or scary." Bucky promised, easing her off Sam's lap to get the rest of her clothes off.

Sam scratched his head before abruptly standing from the toilet seat, "I'll go start dinner."

Bucky sighed when his husband left the bathroom. He knew Sam was feeling guilty for their baby getting hurt and while he wanted to assure him it wasn't his fault, he had to tend to her for the time being.

"There you go, doll." Bucky carefully lowered her in the tub, letting the warm, soaped water soothe the ache in her muscles.

"Dada, can you come too?" She asked quietly, noiseless tears still leaving her eyes.

Bucky stripped himself at once, cautiously getting behind her in the tub before pressing her back to his chest. She sighed as he held her to him, Bucky's chest being much comfier than the solid ceramic of the tub.

"Is papa mad at me?" She asked Bucky, her voice trembling and breaking as she continued to cry.

"No, no, doll. Papa's not mad at you one bit, he's just worried about you," Bucky said, his hands rubbing softly on her tummy as he kissed her shoulder.

"Then why'd he leave?" Her voice was squishing Bucky's heart and he just wanted both his babies to feel better.

"He's preparing dinner for you, baby. Papa loves you; he could never be mad at you." Bucky turned her head so she could face him and wiped her tears away.

"We love you, doll. No one is mad at you. Daddy and Papa only want you to be okay. We just wanna keep you safe," Bucky told her warmly and she nodded, wrapping her arms around Bucky's neck and burrowing her face in the crook of it.

~

After her bath, Bucky got out first, telling her to wait while he got towels. But instead his legs took him to Sam.

"I feel like shit for not noticing too," Bucky muttered behind his spouse.

"It's not only that- what are you doing strolling around the house in just a towel after a warm bath?! Bucky, you'll catch a cold-" Sam scolded when he turned around and saw Bucky undressed.

Bucky put his mouth on Sam's in an attempt to calm his anxiety.

"I'm gonna be fine and so is she," Bucky promised against Sam's lips, cupping his cheek.

"I left her alone, Buck. She got hurt because of me."

"No, love, no. It was an accident. It could've happened anywhere any time."

"I still shouldn't have left her."

"Then we know not to do it again. Don't beat yourself up over it and distance yourself like that."

"I'm not distancing myself."

"Sam, she thinks you're sad with her. Please, love," Bucky begged, his thumb swiping over Sam's skin until the latter nodded with a sigh.

"Now go put on something."

"I thought you liked me naked," Bucky teased.

"Go." Sam lightly slapped his rear.

"I'm going." Bucky laughed, kissing Sam's lips one last time before retreating to the bathroom.

~

Bucky dressed her in something warm and told her to wait a minute while he got ready so he could take her to the doctor's. She peaked out of her room, hearing onions sizzling in the kitchen. She walked over to Sam as he poured tomato juice and the pot hissed.

"Papa? Are you mad?" She tugged at Sam's sleeve, red-rimmed eyes staring up at the man.

Sam sighed, turning off the stove. He took her hand in his and walked out of the kitchen with her, sitting down on the couch and motioning for her to sit on his lap.

"Why didn't you say anything, sugar?" Sam asked, putting her hair behind her ear.

"I'm sorry, papa," shs teared up, "I thought you'd be mad at me and think I'm bad and not wanna take me sledding no more."

"Baby, I'd never get mad at you for getting hurt. Ever." Sam reassured her, not letting his eyes get glossy with the tears he held in.

"If you get hurt me and papa will take care of you no matter what, doll. That's the only consequence. Do you understand me, love?" Bucky added, walking out of the bedroom with a jacket in hand.

"Yes, daddy." She nodded, throwing herself in Bucky's arms, "I'm sorry. I love you."

"We love you too, doll." Bucky kissed her head, careful not to hug or squeeze her too tight.

"Papa, will you come to the doctor wimme and daddy?" She asked Sam sweetly, leaning on his chest after leaving Bucky's hold.

"Of course, sugar." Sam's thumb stroked her cheek softly.

"And we can still go sledding in the park tomorrow?"

"Oh no, baby, we can't go tomorrow."

"But you said you weren't mad." Her lip jutted out in a pout.

"I'm not mad, baby, I promise, but you're hurt."

"But the doctor is gonna fix it," she whined

"He's a doctor, sugar, not a wizard!" Sam chuckled

"Because wizards don't exist."

"They do exist, but that's not the point," Sam argued and Bucky playfully rolled his eyes behind her back.

"But papa-"

"No buts, doll. We'll go as soon as you get better and we'll stay as long as you want, yeah?"

"Yes, daddy." She complied, knowing they were right; her back was achy and stinging.

~

As promised the doctor gave her no needles, only a prescription of a cream for her back and a painkiller.

"Daddy, I don't wanna," she whimpered as Bucky lifted her PJs up. She was afraid of the pain she would feel once Bucky started massaging the substance onto her skin.

"I'm gonna be gentle, doll. I promise."

"It's gonna hurt," she complained more.

"Here, sugar, hold papa's hands and daddy will be done before you know it." Sam opened his palms and she immediately put her smaller hands on top.

"There you go, all set. We're ready, daddy," Sam told Bucky, squeezing her hands and smiling comfortingly at her.

She gave half a smile back, blushing as she felt Bucky ever so softly lay kisses down her hurt back.

Sam chuckled, kissing the back of her hand. She slightly hissed when Bucky touched her skin with the cold cream, his pointer and middle spreading it around on the bruises.

"Anywhere else hurts, love?"

"Right here, daddy." She pointed to the back of her neck.

Before Bucky could, Sam tilted himself forward and kissed from the ends of her hair down to where her neck met her back. She giggled, Sam's lips tickling her. The man chuckled again, pecking her cheek.

"Papa?" She held his hands in hers.

"Yes, baby?"

"I love you." She wasn't unaware of how he blamed himself for her little accident and she wanted to let him know it was alright; she was alright.

"I love you more, sugar." Sam smiled, relieved, pressing his lips to her forehead.

"Starting to feel seriously left out over here," Bucky said, wiping his fingers on a tissue.

Sam rolled his eyes at his needy-for-attention husband before cupping his cheek and kissing his forehead as well, sending blood to his cheeks.

"I love you, daddy," she whispered, squeezing Bucky's right hand.

"I love you more, doll." Bucky echoed his partner, kissing her hand.

For the whole week, Papa and Daddy let her sleep on top of their chests, seeing as cuddling and spooning weren't options and they still wanted to be close. She'd alternate between the men as the nights passed.

Eventually, they did go sledding in the park when she healed, three days in a row. She loved it and she laughed so much till her cheeks hurt. She could handle a little fall after all; she could handle anything as long as Sam and Bucky were there to take care of her through it.

[clairenatural]

i had a dream that sam and dean took cas to an art museum and showed him all these paintings of angels and it was like that scene in vincent and the doctor and cas said these paintings are beautiful because they depict the angels as human when a true angel could never be described as anything but monstrous and i woke up crying

anon i love this SO much. i love it so much i had to write it. this is 1.4k, destiel, human!cas

They’re making their way out of the city, monster killed and day saved, when Castiel sees a poster, pasted up on the side of the plywood wall of a construction site. It’s an angel—he doesn’t recognize the artist, but he’d guess late 19th century. Be Not Afraid: a History of Angels in Art, it proclaims, the logo of the city’s largest art gallery tucked into the corner.

Castiel stares at it. The angel on the poster stares back, wings spread and staff raised. Valiant. Something in his heart twitches, but it’s hard to place. He still has his blade, tucked safely into the trunk with the rest of their frequently used weapons, and he never had wings like that; even the shadows, the ones they showed to humans, were simply the closest representation to the real thing possible in this dimension (his back aches anyway, dimly, his human body reacting to the loss as if they were real severed appendages. He ignores it).

Dean notices, because of course he does. He stops, because of course he does, and flags Sam down before his long legs can carry him too far ahead. “Hey. You good?”

Castiel isn’t sure how long he’s been staring at the poster, but it’s long enough that Dean is obviously concerned. “Hm? Oh. Yes, I’m—I’m fine.”

Dean nods but doesn’t move. He considers the poster. “Art gallery, huh?” he asks, avoiding the obvious elephant. Castiel appreciates it. He nods back.

“I’ve never been to one,” he offers, as explanation. It seems odd—he can remember the painting of the Sistine Chapel, he remembers watching with fascination as humans began collecting the smaller paintings into collections and museums, but he’d never been inside one. It hadn’t seemed necessary. Humans collect art in large boxes to remember their history, but Castiel has seen it all.

Dean seems surprised by this. “Seriously?” Castiel nods, and there’s a pause, and he’s about to turn and keep heading towards the car, and Kansas, and home, when Dean claps him on the shoulder and turns to call over his own.

“Sammy! How do you feel about seeing some art?”

“You want to go to an art gallery?” Sam sounds incredulous, and is closer behind him than Cas expected. He hadn’t noticed him retreat the half-block he’d managed to gain on them.

“Yeah, why not? Come on. What happened to ‘a little culture wouldn’t hurt, Dean?’”

"What happened to ‘I’ve got plenty of culture, eat your damn burger?’”

“It’ll be fun, Sam,” Dean counters. Something in his tone has changed. Cas doesn’t think too hard about it.

There’s a long pause, and Cas knows there’s some sort of communication happening he can’t hear or see. “…Okay,” Sam concedes. “Okay, sure. Yeah. Let’s go.”

So they do.

Dean makes a comment about “haven’t been in one of these since I was a kid,” before they all fall into the hushed silence of the museum floor. It’s nice—nicer than Castiel had expected. Not in aesthetics; the building is sleek, and modern, and the art is obviously beautiful. But it’s nice to be there. It feels almost Holy—humans, funny creatures they are, with their habit of treating their own culture with the respect of something divine. Creating houses of worship out of museums and libraries and living rooms. 

He wanders through the various exhibits but doesn’t really pay attention until he ends up in the exhibit from the poster. He’d managed to lose the Winchesters halfway through the photography exhibit, when both the brothers had gotten distracted. Castiel had continued onward anyway, on a mission, and by the time he finds himself walking into the angel exhibit he’s on his own.

He comes to a stop in front of one of the largest paintings in the room. It’s not the same angel as the poster. It’s several, actually, looking over what appears to be Mary and a baby Jesus. The angels are beautiful—smooth, flawless skin. They have long hair that looks soft, even in paint. They’re wearing white robes, and their wings are white and dove-like. None of these angels have several heads, rotating bands of fire, or thousands of eyes. They’re beautiful, but they aren’t angels. The human who painted this didn’t know that, of course—none of them did. Humanity was faced with the concept of divinity and conceptualized it as a version of itself.

“The real things ain’t as cuddly, huh?”

Dean’s voice startles him, which he hates, both because he hates being startled and because he’s still adjusting to Dean being able to sneak up on him.

“I was just thinking,” he starts, pretending he’d known Dean was there the whole time, “you paint us like we’re human.” Not ‘us’ anymore, he reminds himself, but he brushes that thought off. Not now.

Beside him, Dean snorts. “Yeah, well. If you’d told any of those Renaissance guys that the real angels are dickhead balls of celestial intent, they’d’ve arrested you for heresy.”

Castiel shakes his head. “No.” he pauses. “Well, yes. But that’s—” he turns to face Dean for the first time. He notices Sam over Dean’s shoulder, focusing intently on a painting a few feet away and obviously pretending not to listen.

“My father—God—Chuck,” he cycles through, which will never not be weird, “created us first, but not in his image. We weren’t worthy of that. Only you were. Humans, his perfect creation, modeled after their creator. But then—” he turns back to the painting and gestures to it. “You created us in your image. You thought about divinity and you couldn’t conceive anything more Holy than yourselves.”

Dean shifts. He tries for a laugh, but it comes out short. “Well, damn, Cas. Way to make a guy feel self-centered.”

Castiel turns back to him. He blinks. He frowns. That’s not what he means. “Most of my siblings thought so,” he agrees. “But I always thought it was an honor. Look,” He turns again and reaches out for the painting, only remembering a few inches from its surface to not touch it.  “This one has a lyre. You always paint us playing music. But music, art….these are human things, Dean.” He lets his hand fall, but keeps his eyes forward.  “We’re soldiers. They don’t teach us to play the harp in Heaven, they train us to fight. But these angels are…soft. Kind. Angels you trust to protect. The kind of angels people pray to, build churches to.” He looks back at Dean, who is staring at him with a frown. He holds his gaze, steady, and takes a deep breath before finishing. “I wish I was—that any of us were—worthy of being depicted this way. I wish we were the angels you paint us as.”

There’s a long pause while Dean searches his face, obviously trying to decide on the right reaction. If they were at home, Cas thinks Dean might reach out and hug him. Instead, Dean reaches out to clap a hand on his shoulder—he lets it linger there, and Cas knows what it means, so that’s okay, too. “For what it’s worth,” he starts, and his voice is softer than the last time he spoke. “You’re the closest thing to those angels that I’ve ever seen.”

It’s a nice sentiment, but Cas smiles sadly as he turns back to the painting. “I’m not any kind of angel anymore,” he points out, and tries his hardest to keep his voice neutral.

Dean squeezes his shoulder and tilts his head, trying to recapture Castiel’s gaze. “Hey. Look at me.” Reluctantly, he looks back over. “Your wings weren’t what made you a good angel, alright?” he brings his other hand up to poke into Castiel’s chest. “That was all in here.”

He sounds like he’s quoting the Wizard of Oz, and Cas wants to make a joke about that, but he’s also never wanted to kiss Dean more. He doesn’t, because they’re in a museum, and they’re still working up to that, but he makes a note to do it later. Instead, he reaches up and pulls Dean’s hand away from his chest, links it in his own, and squeezes.

“Thank you,” he says, and it’s earnest, and it’s for everything.

Dean smiles. He understands. He squeezes back.

[zachsreaderinserts]

dream, sapnap, and c!technoblade x abused! reader

what better way to unpack my twauma then by making it into a headcannons list? i’ll see myself out

wc: 1,146

DREAM

this motherfucker right here, your honor, will go absolutely batshit insane

how fucking dare someone hurt you? like, to him, you’re his world and then some. the idea of someone hurting you physically, mentally, or any kind of -ly, will make him go feral

of course, he’ll keep it in at first. if you came to him with this around the start of the relationship, he’ll respect that boundary. he doesn’t want to scare you away, after all

if you’re anything like me, you’ll probably be in tears telling him this. reliving something so traumatic and horrible, something so painful, is hard to do and retelling it would always make you cry, no matter how long ago it happened

seeing this, dream would probably grab you and hold you close, tucking your head into his chest. he can’t say he’s the best at comforting people, but he really does try. he would rub your back and whisper words of encouragement

it didn’t really click until one time when you two were playing minecraft on your shared console together. you had just successfully beaten the wither in your survival world and dream decided it would be sick to high five you.

turning in your direction, he raised a hand and watched in horror as you sucked in a sharp breath and flinched away from him.

he dropped his hand instantly and backed up a little, face struck with disbelief. someone had hurt you that way. someone hit you and made you scared of simple hand movements.

it took him all but three seconds to be on top of you, apologizing at a rapid fire speed while cradling your face. he peppered kisses like it was his lifeline and made sure that when he was done, not a hint of fear was in your expression.

he may not be able to comprehend it at first, but once he does, he will make sure every moment is dedicated to showing you that he would never treat you like that.

and if he finds out who your old s/o was? lets just say that we’re gonna have a glimpse of smp!dream irl

SAPNAP

baby boy. the man, big teddy hunky himbo guy, will also get extremely pissed. unlike dream, he would express it outwardly.

he has a huge sense of loyalty to people who treat him great. you’re dating him, therefore he feels the need to find your ex and carve out the alphabet on their body with a knife.

he won’t do it, for obvious legal reasons, so he settles for aggressively making sure that you know you’re loveable. hugs, kisses on the face, kisses on the neck. sex. the whole nine yards.

he’s not one for using his words, bc his actions speak louder, so he settles for a tight squeeze of a hug after you told him what you’ve gone through. it’s what he feels like is the best thing he can do for you.

one morning, you’re feeling particularly sluggish and such. you’re busy making your breakfast of choice when sapnap walks in. he seems like a morning person, so the mans is bubbly.

he goes to mess up your hair but stops himself short when you practically bash your head into the cabinet to get away from him. out of instinct, an “i’m sorry” spills from your lips and you look close to tears as you say it.

he just stands there, brain catching up and making the connection between what you told him and your knee jerk reaction to a hand reaching out to you. and for a second, he looks furious.

not at you! never at you, no, no, no. he’s furious at your past ex and how much of a douchebag they were. how evil they had to be to be able to do something like this and make you terrified of friendly gestures

so sappigus grabs your wrist gently and tugs you until you arms length away from one another. instead of a kiss or a hug, he stares into your eyes and with a serious tone of voice, says

“i will never let anyone else hurt you like how they did. i promise.”

im tearing up just thinking about this BITCH WHERE IS MY FUCKING WORDS OF ENCOURAGEMENT--

sapnap feels your pain and will never go a day without reminding you of how much he is willing to do to ensure your safety. he will go into every day saying that he loves you and ends every night with a hug or railing the fuck out of you. your choice.

C! TECHNOBLADE

blood man. blood god. e man. e boy? e. yeah, he’ll kill something. 100% after you’ve told him, he’ll probably need a place to go take his anger out. that cow farm near l’manberg looking mighty sexy rn--

we all know that techno is probably one of the most loyal bitches in the smp. he has an unofficial claim over the people he loves and you’re included in that.

so the idea of someone meeting you before him and having the absolute gall to beat you like you mean nothing infuriates him.

whenever he’s cooled down, he’ll come back (covered in cow blood probably--) and will pull you into his lap and sit there, hunched over you as if he were protecting you from the world.

and you’d probably appreciate it, nuzzling back into his body. you feel safe in his arms and he feels safe knowing that you’re in his arms.

techno and you typically make potions together in your free time. you both just like to stare at the shimmery liquids and swirl them around. while he’s working on a potion of strength, he realizes that you have the blaze powder in front of you but you’re not longer using it.

when he reached over, all you could comprehend was that there was something moving near your face that slightly resembled a hand, and you just panic. you let out a small yelp-like sound and darted you head backwards, looking over frantically.

techno and you just stare at one another, your expression quickly morphing from fear to guilt at how horrified he looked. techno moved quickly and shoved aside the potion you were working on and kneeled in front of you.

the voices were going rapid fire in his brain as he pulled you into a hug and tucked your head into his neck, grounding you and reminding you that you’re fine. everything’s okay now that he’s here.

“i will never leave you if you want me to stay.”

he’d pull back and plant a kiss on your lips quickly before his smile turned a little less sweet and a little more murderous.

“so, what was your ex’s name again?”

there’s no cars in minecraft but you bet your ass he will somehow commit vehicular manslaughter.

[robininthelabyrinth]

Hi! This is for the prompts: LWJ and WWX get together at Cloud Recesses but it’s a secret. When it does come out tho, probably due to WWX mischief some how. JC comes to the conclusion that LWJ has managed to ‘defile WWXs honor’ and now JC has no choice but to fight on behalf of his big brother, who clearly has been wronged.

Honor, Defended - ao3

Untamed

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“What are they doing,” Jiang Cheng said, voice strangled, eyes staring.

Nie Huaisang stood up on his toes and squinted over his new friend’s shoulder. “Fighting?”

It looked like fighting.

“No.”

Not fighting? In that case, at least by Nie sect standards, that meant –

“Flirting?”

Jiang Cheng growled, which meant Nie Huaisang’s guess was right. “I’m going to kill the rotten bastard in white! I bet he waited until Wei Wuxian was alone just for this. How dare he take advantage of my – of Wei Wuxian!”

“I mean, I don’t know about that? They seem about tied,” Nie Huaisang said, making a mental note – not that many people could match up against Lan Wangji, especially when he was in a you-are-breaking-the-rules sort of snit. “Each one’s giving as good as the other gets, if you know what I mean…I’m talking about fighting!” He added hastily, seeing Jiang Cheng’s expression. “Just the fighting! And hey, maybe the Lan sect doesn’t flirt through fighting?”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” Jiang Cheng said. “All cultivation sects flirt through fighting.”

Damnit, Nie Huaisang thought to himself with a sigh. That means I’m going to have to train with saber after all if I’m going to get somewhere here, doesn’t it? Well, at least da-ge will be pleased…

“Are you going to interrupt?” he asked, hiding his face behind his fan. “If fighting is flirting…”

As expected, Jiang Cheng choked. “Not all fighting is flirting!” he hissed. “But that most certainly is!”

Nie Huaisang didn’t understand fighting, so he just shrugged.

“Why don’t you confront him later?” he suggested, but Jiang Cheng shook his head, his features already settling into a mulish expression that had no right to look as attractive as it was. “All right, I see I can’t convince you. Good luck defending your brother’s honor, then?”

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2

“If Lan Wangji doesn’t stop flirting with Wei Wuxian in class, I’m going to do something violent,” Jiang Cheng said.

“Okay, now I know you’re delusional,” Nie Huaisang said. “But still very pretty. Oh, I’m torn…actually no, I think I’m fine. I mean, what cultivator do I know that isn’t a bit delusional?”

“Can you stop talking nonsense and focus on how we’re going to split them up?” Jiang Cheng demanded irritably. Really, it was no wonder that Nie Huaisang’s best attempts at flirting were going nowhere. Jiang Cheng was thick.

In many appealing ways. Mm.

Damn his bad taste.

“Well, I think first you have to start by reversing your statement until it resembles the truth a bit more,” Nie Huaisang said, trying to be practical. “It’s Wei-xiong that’s flirting with Lan-er-gongzi, not the other way around.”

“He’s just like that!”

“A giant flirt, you mean?”

“Sociable,” Jiang Cheng insisted with the sort of blindly loyal stubbornness that was sadly very, very appealing to those surnamed Nie. Mouthwatering, even.

“Right,” Nie Huaisang said, dabbing at his mouth with his sleeve to make sure he wasn’t drooling. “I see. All right, I’ll help you. I’ll even promise to find a way to break them up for good, guaranteed – but first you have to meet one condition.”

Jiang Cheng arched his eyebrows, looking unwillingly intrigued. “Name it.”

“You have to come up with one way in which Lan-er-gongzi has been flirting with Wei Wuxian that isn’t ‘he existed being pretty in his general direction’.”

Jiang Cheng opened his mouth.

Nie Huaisang waited.

“…maybe he should consider being less pretty,” Jiang Cheng grumbled.

Nie Huaisang patted him on the shoulder, then left his hand on his shoulder because why not.

“We’ve all thought that about him over the years,” he said. “Better luck next time.”

3

“You’re supposed to be helping me preserve my brother’s honor!” Jiang Cheng hissed at Nie Huaisang, who had made absolutely no promises of that sort without giant loopholes that he could walk right out of. “Not – encouragingthis!”

“I didn’t! I just helped Wei-gongzi play a tiny little prank –”

“With pornography!”

“Tasteful erotic art,” Nie Huaisang corrected.

“With cutsleeve pornography!”

“Cutsleeve tasteful erotic art.”

“Nie Huaisang! You’re missing the point!”

“Am I?” Nie Huaisang asked thoughtfully, tapping his fan against his lips. “I don’t know, I’m not sure I am. Can you explain what the point is again?”

Jiang Cheng threw his hands up into the air. “Listen, it was bad enough when Wei Wuxian got thrown out of Teacher Lan’s classes and had to go copy rules in the Library Pavilion for a month; that’s disgraceful and loses face for our sect, but at least his personal honor was preserved –”

Bad scholarship was, in fact, not an impediment to having personal honor. Nie Huaisang knew this fact forwards, backwards, and intimately.

“But then Teacher Lan fell for Lan Wangji’s tricks and decided to assign him to supervise copying –”

“Lan-er-gongzi has tricks? That’s news to me.”

“…well, either way, they got cooped up there in that room, together, alone, for – for weeks!”

“Hasn’t Lan-er-gongzi been using the muting spell on Wei-xiong most of that time?”

“No, eventually Wei Wuxian learned his lesson and now he shuts himself up whenever he sees him starting up the spell, he complains to me and shijie about it constantly every night,” Jiang Cheng said, grumbling. “Stop interrupting me!”

“Sorry. Go ahead.”

“Anyway, if that wasn’t enough, you’re now encouragingthis debacle by setting up a prank that involves Wei Wuxian, Lan Wangji, and cutsleeve pornography.”

“I did,” Nie Huaisang agreed. “And it’s tasteful erotic art, Jiang-xiong.”

“Why do you keep insisting on that?” Jiang Cheng snapped. “Isn’t it the same thing?”

“No,” Nie Huaisang said patiently. “Because I also have pornography, and it’s a lot less tasteful.”

Jiang Cheng stopped, utterly distracted from his previous rant. “...you do?”

“Mm. Want to see?”

-

4

“Lan Zhan! Lan Zhan, wait for me, I want to talk to you – I need you! See, for whatever reason, I can’t find Jiang Cheng anywhere. Can you help me look –”

Nie Huaisang shut his window before Jiang Cheng could overhear and get distracted.

They were busy.

-

5

“All right,” Nie Huaisang said. “I admit it, you’re right.”

Jiang Cheng looked at him. “…you do?”

“I do.”

“Right about…what?”

“About the flirting, and Lan Wangji having tricks,” Nie Huaisang said, nodding wisely. “See, the Lan sect take their rules about their forehead ribbons very seriously. It’s parents, children, and lovers only. So if you ran into Wei Wuxian and Lan Wangji entangled on the path near the back mountain, both of them soaking wet, with Lan Wangji’s forehead ribbon wrapped around their wrists…why, that’s practically an elopement!”

Jiang Cheng, predictably, turned purple. “He eloped with my – I’m going to kill him!”

“Have fun with that,” Nie Huaisang said happily, and watched as Jiang Cheng drew his sword and charged, shouting something.

Wei Wuxian attempted to defend their conduct, except apparently their conduct involved finding the ghost of a Lan sect ancestor –

“Did you bow?” Nie Huaisang asked, very unhelpfully. “Both of you? So you’d say you’ve made your bows to the older generation? Have you bowed to heaven and earth yet, too?”

Lan Wangji gave him a death glare, but maybe he should have thought of that before writing to Nie Huaisang’s brother disclosing details about Nie Huaisang’s love life.

“I’m going to kill you!” Jiang Cheng roared.

Nie Huaisang smiled over his fan at Lan Wangji and gave a jaunty little wave.

-

+1

A few days earlier

“Wait, so, you’re actually together?” Nie Huaisang asked, and Lan Wangji nodded. They were having tea together the way they always did at the middle of the week, a tradition started long ago when their brothers were visiting and being utterly intolerable. Even their long-standing fight with each other would be put aside for mid-week tea. “Well done!”

Lan Wangji’s ears turned a little red. “Mm.” After a few moments, he added, “Mm.”

“No, no, I don’t think you need to worry,” Nie Huaisang said. “He may seem flighty, but he’s very loyal…the Jiang sect might object, though. They can be a bit tetchy about these things.”

Arched eyebrows.

“What do you mean, how would I know? Have you somehow missedthat I’ve been trying to snag Jiang Cheng all summer? There are more things in this world than Wei Wuxian’s waistline, shapely as it may be.”

Eyes narrowing.

“…don’t you dare tell my brother!”

A smirk, not that anyone else – excluding Lan Xichen – would know.

“I don’t care about your ‘appropriate conduct’! If you tell my brother that I’m dating instead of studying, I’ll find a way to make your life miserable, too! Just you wait!”

[falcor-thee-luck-dragon]

Dark Shenanigans - Nandor x (f)reader

Summary: It’s Nadja’s something hundredth birthday, with that said, you’re on a mission to make it great.

Warning: fluff, general vampire nonsense

Masterlist

“Yeah being a half vampire half human does have its perks. I mean for one I can do all that cool vampire shit and I can go out in the sunlight...so that helps for when they’re all being really annoying.” You admit with a casual shrug to one of the documentary cameras before turning to an isle of party supplies. “So anyways we’re at this store.”

The camera shifts to the multiple arras of supplies and materials at the local supermarket in Staten Island that you and your vampire lover’s human familiar, Guillermo, currently are. Specifically on the hunt for birthday decorations for Nadja and ghost Nadja who’s possessed a strange looking doll for the time being.

Since the other four actual full vampires can’t shop for themselves at this time of day or really in general, you and Guillermo have been given such an honorable task in making Nadja’s birthday the best one yet. Considering she’s the most well balanced in the head out of the four of them and is the only other lady of the manor.

“Hey Y/N, how’s this look?” Wonders Guillermo as he holds up a bunch of Mardi Gras beads of yellows, purples, and greens. “Comments, questions, concerns?” He adds with a small smile.

Eyeing up the beads, your head shifts over to the other various colors, “Hrmm, G I’m feeling the vibe you’re going for this year and I like it, but let’s go with Nadja colors.”

Guillermo’s dark eyes light up at your positive suggestion, “Right! So the red and black ones then?”

“Yup. She’ll love that shit.” You state with a satisfied nod of approval, “Let’s get some black and gold confetti from over there and oh, those masquerade masks look cool as fuck.”

You pick up and test out various masks in the background as Guillermo adds some bits of dialogue for the documentary crew, “Um yeah she’s really cool isn’t she.” He says with a smile while glancing at you then back to the camera, “Which is kind of odd since Y/N’s been with Nandor since 1793 so you’d think she’d be a little more like them but no, she’s super chill and really nice.” Suddenly his face goes a bit serious as he leans in to whisper, “But she did kill a whole street gang once when they threw a slur at me so I wouldn’t mess with her. For your safety.”

The camera pans back over to an oblivious you who’s put on a masquerade mask and is swinging a plastic light saber around with a whole lot more accuracy and grace then would a normal person. The camera then pans back to Gullimero, “Um, I’m just gonna....make sure she doesn’t smack anyone.”

——

Arms full of groceries of food for you and Gullimero, as well as random party decorations for Nadja’s birthday tomorrow night, you use the bottom of your boot to skillfully open the door as the documentary crew and Guillermo follows suit. Guillermo now on the verge of falling over with the large heart shaped pillow in his arms that’s covering most of his body.

You don’t feel tired in the slightest due to your half vampiric abilities so this is nothing to you, “Alright.” You state, turning on your heel to face the crew and Guillermo, “They’re asleep so we gotta be extra sneaky now, I don’t want Nadja catching us with all this cool spooky birthday shit. Everyone to the attic!” You whisper yell before leading the charge to the attic.

They all follow as quietly and as quickly as they can and then soon enough in no time are you and Guillermo back outside in the sunny garden trying to figure out if you should blow up the giant sea monster pool floaty.

“I mean it would look cool as hell and no doubt out-do whatever the fuck boring thing Lazlo probably has planned.” You quip with a shrug while the two of you stare thoughtfully at the small gloomy dark pond. “He’s got no chance with us. I’ve won best decorator and card maker for two hundred years in a row.”

Guillermo side eyes you in honest amazement, “Wow that’s a lot of years. And cards.”

“I know. I was an artist in the 12th century but my no good terrible good for nothing piece of garbage trash sexist human husband, who I was forced to marry when I was only sixteen, took all the credit for my artwork in that era.” You confirm with a growl, “But it stings less because once I finally grew into my powers and strength at eighteen I simply made his untimely demise look like an accident.” You add with a smirk.

“Oh, wow.” Mutters the intrigued familiar.

“Precisely. The old fool was thrown off his horse because I told Philip, the horse, to throw him off. And he did. Which killed the idiot so I got the house and all of his money.”

“That’s......neat.” Mutters Guillermo as he shoots the camera crew from behind you and him a nervous look. “Uh the suns going down so I should probably help Nandor out of his coffin.”

Raising your head to the sky you immediately see how the sun has begun to paint the clouds in beautiful colors of oranges, reds, light pinks, and darkening purples. “Oh, how bout that. Yeah alright let’s get inside.” You nod to Guillermo before turning to walk towards the manor’s giant mahogany doors.

——

Turning the handle and walking a couple feet into the large main room that holds itself as a sort of crossroads for all the other various connecting hallways and staircases. You don’t make it even three more steps towards the left ascending staircase before you hear the highly recognizable voice of your one and only.

“Y/N! My lovely wife and favorite person still ever so lovely!” Announces Nandor loudly with a grand smile showing off his pearly white fangs, “How I have missed you and your morning kisses. Where have you been off to?” He wonders softly as you smile a big dumb love-struck grin right back up at him, you’d absolutely die to hear that accent one last time.

“I can’t tell you right now it’s a secret!” You whisper yell back, causing his thick dark brows to scrunch up in confusion.

“But I am your lovely strong puff dragon Y/N.” Whines Nandor adorably as you roll your eyes at the cameras before looking back up at him.

“Fine. Come here then.”

In an instant he’s at your side, excitedly awaiting what secretive news you will tell him, “Okay, so we know it’s Nadja’s birthday tomorrow right?”

“Yes. I remember because she hasn’t shut up about it.”

“Right. So me and Gullimero got some fun surprise birthday party decorations and they’re in the attic and we can’t tell Nadja.”

Nandor gives you a knowing look of affirmation as he leans in closer to you, his demeanor suddenly shifting into a more saddened one, “You went shopping without me?” He says quietly.

Leaning up to give him a quick peck on the cheek your hands instantly find his, “Just for a little while, but I still need to find more stuff so....you wanna come?”

Nandor’s big dark eyes light up with joy as you hand him a kind smile, “Yes! Let us go in search of unknown treasures for our lady friend Nadja so she will not be mad at us for terrible dull gifts of friendship.”

Laughing you give his hands a playful squeeze, “Come on I’ll race you to Party City!” You say before leading him past the camera crew and Guillermo who simply watches the two of you leave, glad to have an hour of peace.

“There’s a whole city for partying? Y/N why have we never been to this place?”

——

“Y/N there are no people partying here.” Whines your vampire lover in puzzlement as he follows you from the entrance to a side isle. “You said this was a city for partying.”

“That’s just the name of the store Nans.” You retort with a small chuckle as he looks from right to left at all the color coded party plates and napkins galore.

“Well the title is very misleading.”

“Agreed.”

Turning to the right you guide him towards the decretory pirate themed isle in search of something that will peak his interest. Also you wanted so badly to make it to this spot but Gullimero was a man on a mission so your intention was thwarted for when you had Nandor with you.

Speed walking down the pirate themed isle you quickly halt all movement as Nandor’s large body stops within less than an inch from your back. Smiling brightly you snatch the desired object in front of you and as swift as a cat turn to face him.

“Have you come for a dual my old enemy?” You speak slyly, eyes narrowed as you hold the foam sword right in front of his face. “I sense a nervousness about you. Tell me, are you ready to face your inevitable bloody end?”

Staring at the pointy foam, his dark puppy eyes shift over to you as an adorable fangy grin breaks out across his pale face, “Seems you have come prepared, oh radiant and alluring seductress. Well, so have I!” Shouts Nandor before grabbing two foam swords from off the rack and swinging them in both hands like a mad man.

Taking a cautious step back you hold your pathetic five dollar sword in both hands like a true warrior ready for battle, “Only one shall leave this place alive.” You affirm with a smirk, “And it’s not going to be you.”

“Arrrrrggg.” Bellows your lover as he charges you like the true conqueror that he once was. But all to soon do you swiftly duck under his arms and swat him over his stomach with a confident thwack sound.

He makes a puny little “oww” as you turn around to face him once again, “Y/N you hit me kind of hard.” He complains, looking rather defeated and genuinely hurt that you could have intentionally injured him on purpose.

Bringing the plastic weapon down to your side once again, your face suddenly softens as you walk over to him, “Come here you big baby.” You quip sincerely as he leans down so you can give his cheek a quick kiss.

Rising back to his full height, Nandor almost blushes as the corners of his eyes crinkle into a happy smile, “Actually it didn’t hurt at all I just wanted you to kiss me.” Reveals the vampire with a proud grin as you simply roll your eyes.

“Should have known.” You add before turning and snatching up four more plastic foam pirate swords for the others. “Alright let’s get outta here, follow me my love, to the checkout line we shall purchase our weapons of war and partying on the high seas.” You announce with gusto as Nandor stands proudly at your side, ready to follow you anywhere.

“Yes. To check out.”

——

Kicking open the unlocked door, Nandor bursts into the vampire residence with bags full of goodies for Nadja’s birthday party. You right behind him but less dramatically, “We’re back!” You shout to no one in particular as Colin Robinson suddenly appears from out of nowhere, looking ready to leave with his funny little hat and usual beige jacket.

“Oh hey guys,” He starts with a friendly nod, “I’m just heading out on the town tonight. I guess there’s a fair or something in the park and I wanted to test my skill at the ball toss. I’ve been reading up on the body mechanics and how the game is set up which seems pretty basic all in all. Also I really want to win a stuffed bear this time, it might add a little pizazz to my room. Welp see ya’round.” Adds Colin before walking past the two of you without another word and out into the night he goes with some of the camera crew following close behind.

Nandor turns to you with a look of annoyance, “Jeesh I thought he would never leave. Let’s go to your room I want to kiss you some more now.”

“Why my room?”

“Because since you are half vampire you get to sleep in a bed and because I am a full vampire I sleep in a coffin.” Inquires Nandor while looking at you with those big beautiful dark eyes of his, “And my coffin is too small for cuddles so your room will suffice.”

“Yeah that’s a fair point.” You shrug before following him to your room.

After many cuddles leading to other more rated R type activities that lasted until just about sunrise, you finally got some well needed rest while the sun shone high in the sky until she began her dramatic descend back into oblivion. Opening your eyes you slowly rise from out of your comfy bed, already missing the presence of your obsidian eyed lover.

He gets too nervous about your closed windows for fear that the sun might burn him which would be impossible because you black out the glass. But alas, he’s very cautious about these types of things and won’t risk it for anything, though he feels bad about leaving you in the morning, you understand.

Suddenly it dawns on you that today or perhaps tonight, is Nadja’s birthday and you completely forgot to set up any decorations. Shit, how stupid. Throwing the blankets off of you, your feet move quick as you speedily change yesterday’s outfit for something a bit nicer and more clean.

Racing out of your room and into the dimly lit manor hallway, you make a bee line for the attic but before you’re able to reach the steps, Guillermo runs into you, just about knocking you into a wall of various stolen ancient weapons. Sharp ones at that.

That was close.

“Y/N are you okay!” Worries the familiar as you quickly gather your bearings.

“Guillermo! The decorations! Nadja’s birthday!” You whisper yell as the human man simply smiles. “Why are you smiling, this situation does not call for smiles.”

“Don’t worry. While you were sleeping I set up all the decorations.” He replies with a shrug, “No problem.”

“What? But that must have taken you all day, you could have asked me for help. I would have come.” Your brows furrow as he shakes his head, though you still feel bad for not helping with anything.

“Well I did try, but um,” Gullimero awkwardly clears his throat, giving the camera a quick glance, “Nandor was with you and last time I asked for you while you and him where having alone time he threatened to carve out my eyeballs and force feed them to me.”

Pinching the bridge of your nose in annoyance you take a deep breath, “Sounds like him. Very creative when he wants to be, alright, well....where’s everyone?”

“Oh, they’re not up yet. I was actually on my way to get you. I made blood popsicles and the pool floaty is all done and in the pond.” He says with a sense of pride for his decorating skills. “I think she’ll like what we’ve come up with this year.”

-

Standing in the living room with your three fellow immortals you search a dresser for her card, “Oh shit where’s my card? I could have sworn I had it yesterday on my dresser but I don’t remember seeing it there in the morning. Maybe it’s in this one?”

“Witches!” Hisses Nadja as you huff in frustration, where the hell did you put that damn card?

“Oh, Y/N my love,” Intervenes Nandor with a gentle tug of your sleeve, “I took it with me when I left your room before sunrise because I wanted to put my name on it too so she would know it’s from us.”

“What?” Replies Lazlo dramatically, “Now hold on just a damn minute, this card competition is individually scored so I won’t be having any of this nonsense. I worked really hard on mine this year.”

“Oh lick a donkey’s arse, look here,” You retort with, quickly holding up the card for Nadja, “there are two separate drawings on ours so either way if one of us wins she gets both our pictures. So you better hope your drawing doesn’t resemble a night clubs bathroom wall.”

“Yeah.” Mutters Nandor, who’s hiding behind you while resting both hands on either one of your shoulders as you glare at Lazlo.

“Fine.” Agrees Lazlo begrudgingly, “And mine will be amazing, this bitch of paper took me a whole six months to plan and produce. Can’t get quality this good anywhere else I guarantee it.” Adds Lazlo with a firm nod of self approval as you glance at the nearby camera.

“Right, okay everyone sit it’s time for presents. I want to know what you all got me.” Beams Nadja excitedly as she smiles a fangy grin in delight, plopping herself down in one of the arm chairs. Lazlo quickly finding the other one while you and Nandor seat yourself on the large couch. Colin and Guillermo finding somewhere to sit close by respectfully.

“Well, all I can say is hold onto your socks my dear cause this is going to blow you away.” Smirks Lazlo as he pulls a small box from out of his jacket pocket.

“If it’s a self made business card that says invitation to sexy town I will puke.” You deadpan while Nandor laughs from beside you, causing Lazlo to lose his smirk as Nadja hides her amusement the best she can manage.

“He he, sexy town, nice one Y/N.” Mutters Nandor with a proud grin as you raise a brow at Lazlo who’s giving you a hard glare.

“Oh, my dear pumpkin pie love, don’t listen to Y/N I will love anything you gift me.” Encourages Nadja with a bright welcoming smile, no doubt immediately boosting Lazlo’s once irked mood.

Rolling your eyes you shift a bit to find yourself leaning into Nandor’s body as Nadja opens up the rest of the vampire residents various gifts. A joyous fangy smile gracing her pale features every single time, revealing this birthday party was a thrilling success.

After much more fun that just about lasts throughout the whole night, and some rare but hilarious attempts at dancing between the five of you vampiric individuals. You’re feeling rather sleepy and you can tell Nandor is ready for a trip to dreamland as well.

Swaying to the lowly playing record instrumental, you hold Nandor tight while simultaneously enjoying the feeling of him so close, him doing just the same as he keeps you firmly pressed against his chest. His long dark hair tickles your face as he presses his head to your cheek, doing his absolute best to keep the flow without tripping up.

Sensing his growing fatigue, you gently squeeze his hand, “My love the sun will be up soon, let’s get you to bed, yes?”

A small lazy smile tugs at the corners of his lips while he looks down to meet your gaze, “But my dark angel I’m not tired. I want to dance with you a little longer.” He whines adorably before failing to conceal a big yawn.

Giggling, you lean back to slowly lead him towards the door, “That yawn says otherwise.”

“That wasn’t a yawn Y/N, I was just smiling really big.” He protests, though he still follows your lead to the door.

“I’ve never seen anyone smile like that.” You add with a raised brow.

“Well maybe that’s just how I smile.”

Letting out a breathy snort, you pull away from him to at last take his one hand, “Come. I can’t have a single ray of that dreaded sun to get a taste of your precious skin. Not on my watch.”

Glancing at the closed front door, Nandor squeezes your hand, “Well um, now since you’ve mentioned the sun...I think I’d like to go to my crypt now.” He says, the flash of worry crossing over his face for only a brief moment.

“You sure? I mean a sunrise is pretty beautiful if I’m being honest and I know you never get to see them...”

“Not funny Y/N. And not fair, you know I can’t because I am full vampire.”

“And you’re missing out.”

“And I’d like to stay alive Y/N.”

“Aren’t you dead?”

“Yes and I am your only husband so I need to stay not burnt to a crisp.”

Chuckling, you follow him down the hallway, “Oh really? Don’t want me finding myself with another vampiric lover? Some new beast to sweep me off my feet and take me away into the night.” You tease.

Side eyeing you, he frowns, “No. Don’t I sweep you off your feet?”

Stepping into his crypt you stop him with your hand against his bicep, “Always.” You whisper sincerely with a quick wink, causing him to break out into a big fangy grin.

“Good. And if anyone would try and whoo you I would make sure there would be no more whooing again!” Exclaims Nandor, making the candles rise in flame for only a short second at his rise in emotion for how much he loves you.

“I don’t doubt they would fall by your blade. Not for a second.”

[maddogofshimano]

Family Patriarch Dialogue

So as I covered in my translations of the Majima Family Equipment, there’s a mechanic where you pick a boss and earn pictures and music and equipment from them

Well I have been sitting at 49/50 Majima pictures for over 6 months so I have decided to bite the bullet and jump to the Saejima Family. Majima actually made me pay him 100 million yen to do so, which is so so funny to me

In honor of that here’s everything that both Majima and Saejima can say when you click on them in HQ (sorry Daigo) and a few misc lines. Hopefully this doesn’t look completely unreadable, but I wanted to include all the original lines too since I had the screenshots already, especially because I am way less confident in getting single lines like this right even without the added complication of kansai-ben. Still, I did my best.

Patriarch of the Tojo Clan’s Majima Family, Majima Goro. He’s known as “The Mad Dog of Shimano” and is feared as a hyper-violent yakuza. He does as he pleases regardless of the situation he’s in, displaying his personal freedom. Striving after the man who’s stronger than anyone and wilder than anyone, a ceaseless tide of aspirants enter the Majima Family.

Hey, we’re holdin’ a Tycoon tournament. Get some players. (Tl note: Tycoon aka President or Daifugou is a card game, it’s also what Saejima plays in jail in Y5!)

No one’s come to raid us... I’m gonna die of boredom.

Dammit. If I stay inside my body’s gonna shrivel up...

Days are for construction, and nights are for fightin’. It’s a perfectly sensible way to live, dumbass!

It’s food time. Hey, let’s go get Chinese!

That Daigo guy’s as uptight as ever. He’s gonna give himself wrinkles.

Haaa~ I’m sleepy after eatin’. I’m gonna take a nap. If you’re noisy I’ll kill ya!

Someone left a grenade unattended here! Get it together!

Hmmm~. Maybe I’ll go to the batting center to work up a sweat...

Haa~. I want to take another shot at building a big building.

What’re you starin’ so closely at.

Oh.....? [Player Name], ya got a real determined look to ya. 

Ohh.... Ain’t it excitin’ coming here?

Bored...... I’m gonna go tease my kyoudai for a little bit.

....Got it! I’ll go mess with my kyoudai.

If I eat sweet things I end up wantin’ salty ‘n’ spicy...

Thanks to the hard work of all of our fine members, the Majima Family’s influence is expanding! Hehehe! That ain’t half bad~! (Tl note: this was sent when the Majima Family leveled up as a whole)

Oi! The feast is startin’! Hurry up and get in here!! (Tl note: this is sent every time we earn enough points for a pizza party)

Patriarch of the Tojo Clan's Saejima Family. One of the Tojo Clan's executives. Long feared under the nickname "18 Counts Saejima". There is no end to people requesting to join the Saejima Family, drawn in by the quiet man who is stronger than any other and feels things more deeply than any other.

Hey, go water the flowers after this.

I'm headin' out for a bit.... Yeah, visitin' the grave like usual.

Do ya know how to work a smart phone? Could ya show me how for a bit.

A buzzed head's real simple and nice. Want me to buzz yours?

Sma-art phone, huh... If only the letters were a lil bigger. (Tl note: he says it スマ~トホン which is just kinda cute imo)

It's fulla cat hair... Wanna clean it all together?

How're the neighbors doin'? Be sure not to cause them any trouble.

For sake of morale, how about we all go out to dinner tonight. (Tl note: I’m not sure if it’s morale or economic stimulation lol, and also the phrasing kind of implies it’s just an excuse to go out to eat)

....D'ya think I should wear a suit or a kimono?

Nothin' to do? Well then, how about a match of shogi?

Heh, everyone is dazzlin'. You have my gratitude.

Me and my kyoudai will keep Daigo supported.

Seriously... I got no clue what's gonna happen in this society these days.

Hm? A text from my kyoudai....? ....I can't make heads or tails of this.

Should I get the other one this time.... Hey, let's go get some food.

Hey. Did ya see the Wyverns’ game yesterday? Man, that double play.

Ya can't start somethin' unless ya got the cash for it. Sorry to ask that of ya.

Hey, ya got the newspaper?

[Player name]...... Heh. Man, you’ve gotten real dignified.

Food, huh... I guess I could get delivery once in a while. What sounds good?

If ya get complacent, you're done as a yakuza. I wonder how high I'll climb.... Heh. I'm lookin' forward to it.

Thanks to all of your hard work, our influence has gotten huge. I ask you all to keep it up.

All of your hard work is gettin’ rewarded. Please get to the office soon for the banquet. 

a few inconsequential notes: 

I translated it as “striving after” or “drawn in by” but the specific word used can be a little more pointed if you want it to be

It’s funny seeing Majima specifically say he’s gonna get Chinese food after doing Saejima’s New Years character story where he had to move heaven and earth (very literally!) to get some Chinese food. I like to imagine they get lunch together

I got so so so so caught off guard the first time Majima said my name. I wasn’t expecting it. It continued to catch me off guard every single time it happened lmao

the “Hey, let’s go get some food” line was the first thing Saejima said to me when I joined the Saejima Family, which was 😳