#((catch me hoping all over the place smh))

[svtskneecaps]

here's how it goes:

everyone spends valentine's day in DEEP denial. tubbo isn't dead, he CAN'T be. when they die they come back, that's how it is, how it's ALWAYS been. the island is hell but at least fatalities don't stick, except in specific cases and all of them in the same white shells. of course philza jokes, he's thinking about tubbo, he can't stop. he's expecting tubbo to jump out at any moment, he's expecting to go to fobo and see tubbo hidden in the basement throwing darts at a picture of fit and pac looking at each other, he's expecting to go back to the dungeon and the body is gone (he hopes). tubbo's not dead. he can't die. none of them can, just the eggs.

(it never takes this long to come back; he knows something is wrong)

here's how it goes:

tubbo tells the kids "i'm on my last life." the eggs have always had lives. i don't think some of them have ever understood that the players have infinite chances, with their insistence on protecting their caretakers from deaths like their caretakers do for them, charging back into the eye worker war, refusing to back out of a dangerous dungeon before their parents do, wanting to protect. i don't know if they understand that to the players, death is like spit in the face: unpleasant, sure, but no big deal.

tubbo tells the kids "i'm on my last life" and of course they believe him. death is their constant companion, no more than two doors down. some eggs are used to it being a breath away.

here's how it goes:

tubbo is dead. the children mourn him. the players are scared. defiant. they always are. who among them has died? dan, missing; spreen, gone; maximus... well there was no body, no announcement, surely-

(how long did it take pierre to accept it? to realize it? to take down the missing person posters? not a day. not a day.)

juanaflippa died and there was a court case to save her. bobby died and the whole server journeyed to save him. when is the last time the players have taken death lying down?

here's how it goes:

tubbo dies, and he dies unloved (fit's arm is stretched out to save him). he dies without purpose (sunny is there, she's waiting, she knows he won't move). he dies and no one cares (chayanne refuses to leave, his godfather, he failed his-)

here's how it goes:

the valentine's party is so loud but too quiet. there's a name in the air, even when no one is saying it

"wow sure is good tubbo isn't here" phil says (he's said this before, he'll say it again, but isn't it strange how many times? perhaps even he doesn't believe it. perhaps he's trying to convince himself.)

here's how it goes:

a creature with too many faces comes. it tells them the truth they won't face. tubbo is gone.

quesadilla island says, "not for long"

[smuthospital]

🎃⭐️Texas Chainsaw Massacre x reader⭐️🎃

Art by: Minilev

Premise: You go hiking with a friend and this bitch has the audacity to leave you alone. You end up hitchhiking with some hippies, but their van gets a flat! Oh no! Good thing there's a farmhouse nearby. Maybe they can help

Note: I had this in the drafts for awhile. I decided to whip it out for halloween. Enjoy. Say one thing bad thats not constructive criticism and its a block. Tired of these fucking kids smh. Also, imagine everyone with a soulthern accent

-Dr. Smut

Minors DNI

Warning: Non-Con, side charicter death, mentions of gore, kidnapping, fem reader

"So uh..thanks for picking me up." You say with a nervous smile. You refrain from coughing as the strong smell of marijuana floods your nose. Right now, you're in a classic 70s Volkswagen van, hitchhiking through Texas. Your friend convinced you to go backpacking with her, but a quarterway through, she ditched you to continue the trip with her new boyfriend. Some junky she met at a gas station. You can't exactly turn tail and go home because she took the car, and stranded you in the middle of nowhere so, you had no choice, but to catch a ride with some hippies.

"No prob, sweet cheeks. Anything for a pretty lil' lady like yourself." The driver looks back at you for a moment and winks. You think he may like you. You cringe slightly. "Eddy has a crush on you! Ain't that right, Ed?" A girl next to you wearing a tie-dye crop top pokes Edds back a couple of times. "Well, who wouldn't?" He chuckles. You play with your fingers nervously. You've been driving along a dusty, desolate path through some empty part of Texas for a while now. You've always been perturbed by the idea of Texas. Americans and with their guns and hot temper and all. It seems you may have watched too many scary movies. You haven't seen a soul for miles, let alone a house, just tall grass and more tall grass.

The car suddenly jolts and you're all jostled around. The girl sitting next to you clings to you as the driver slams the brakes. You gasp for air, your heart pounding a mile a minute. "Huh!? W-what the!?" Edd shouts before hopping out to investigate. You cautiously slip out the back and join him. Edd lifts a spiked wire. It's still stuck in the now flat tire. "Some asshole must'a dropped it here while delivering somethin'," he says as he drops it back on the ground. It popped the back tires. You pull out your phone. No service. Of course.

"Do you have any spares?" You ask, hoping to get out of this creepy place. "Unfortunately these are the spares, sweet cheeks." He sighs. "Weren't you supposed to buy more, Ed?" Ann shouts from the window. "This is no time to argue! We have to get help!… Look, There's a farmhouse right there. Let's hope someone's home." He says, walking towards it.

You hesitantly follow them to the creepy house. "I'm gonna check the farm, you two knock on the door." Edd doesn't give anyone time to respond before he walks off. You walk up to the front door and Ann knocks. You feel like you're being watched. You shift from foot to foot nervously. A few minutes pass and no word. Not even a sound. "What the? Where's Edd? If no one was home, he should be back by now!" Ann looks around. You begin feeling incredibly anxious. "Let's go find that idiot," she says and walks off quickly, you follow behind her. You can't leave her to do it by herself so you agree. You walk over to the farm and see…the gate open.

"H..hello?" You call. "E-Edd?"…No response. The two of you cautiously walk into the house. It smells like wood and iron. You see a red smudge on the wall…weird. This is getting scary. "Ann…I think we sh-" You're cut off by a blood-curdling scream from Ann. You quickly go over to the open doorway she's looking at to see a horrific sight. Edd has been cut to pieces. You hold back bile in your throat and grab Ann. "Let's go!" You shout. She snaps out of her trance and follows you to the entryway, only for the two of you to halt in your tracks.

Standing there is a giant, his hulking frame filling the doorway. He's the scariest thing you've ever seen in your life. A mask covers half his face, and in his arms is a chainsaw. You make eye contact with the beast and scream. Ann yanks you deeper into the house, hoping to find an exit. The man follows you, hot on your trail. You see a back door and try to open it, but it's locked. Cassie then barely avoids losing her arm as she dodges the giant.

He hasn't tried to attack you yet. You grab a chair and smash it through a window. You pick up a plant and throw it at the man, who cornered Ann. He's completely unphased, but pauses and looks at you as if to warn you. You toss his warning to the wind and jump on his back. "Ann, go!" You scream. Ann runs towards the window but stops when another man shorter than the man you're currently on top of, smashes a hammer onto her head.

You hear a crack and she falls to the floor, limp. "Ann!" You cry. Your body was then slammed to the floor by the hulking, chainsaw-wielding psychopath. You whimper and crawl backwards. You hit a wall and he lifts his chainsaw towards you. You're thankful It's turned off. You close your eyes and wait for death. You feel the blade lightly touch your collarbone…and then gently move down between your breasts and to the junction between your spread legs…he rubs your thigh with the chainsaw lightly, as if thinking. You look up at him in confusion. He tosses the saw to the side and grabs your face in his large hand. He tilts your head from side to side, examining you.

"Think she's pretty, Tommy?" The man who just attacked Ann asked.

'Tommy', the giant holding your face grunts and nods. You're horrified. Does this monster think you're pretty? "Yeah, I agree, Tommy. Good thing you didn't turn her into dinner… though, I don't think you were gonna. You had your eye on her since their car landed in our road trap." He laughed. Trap!? This was all a setup!? Did he say dinner!? Your head is spinning.

Tommy looped his bur waist arm around your waist and hoisted you up, placing you on his shoulder like you weighed a small sack of potatoes. "H-hey! What are you doing? Put me down!" You shout, pounding your hands on his back, but it doesn't even look like he knows you're hitting him. You hear footsteps and look up to see an old woman looking over at you. “P-please help me” you whimper. She smiles down at you sweetly.

"Well, I do say, you sure found yourself a sweet little thing. Ain't that right, Thomas.” The hulking figure above you grunts in agreement. You cry as you realize she has no intention of helping you in the least. “She has a pretty voice too…Take care of my Tommy, girl!” She warns, glaring down at you. “Tommy. Get'er to pop out a few farmhands, will you?" All blood drains from your face. They…want you to…what? Tommy carries you down into a dark, creepy basement. You almost puke. You see dead bodies hanging from hooks and dismembered limbs and bones strewn about….is that Edd? You're carried down a hallway and into a room. The room is empty besides a dirty mattress in a corner. He throws you on the mattress and begins to undress you immediately.

You scream and try to stop him, but he's just too strong. "P-Please stop!" You cry. Tears flow down your cheeks and you hiccup. Tommy leans down and wipes away your tears, not calming you in the slightest. He strips you down to your bra and panties and takes a good look at you, drinking up your body. You can see the lust in his eyes. He grunts in excitement and removes his bloody apron. You curl your body up and hide yourself from him. He softly strokes your cheek and hugs you like you're a teddy bear. He's oddly gentle, but you feel he's losing patience. He taps your shoulder a few times, silently urging you to show yourself to him. when you don't, his taps become a little harder. He grunts in annoyance. He presses himself into you, trying to get closer. You feel his hard cock through his pants and try to shuffle back.

He grunts in frustration, yanking your arm and knees apart, forcing your body to reveal. You need to do something!…" Please,… don't hurt me, Tommy" He only stares into your eyes. You can see emotions swirl in his eyes before he lets go of you and stomps out of the room. Looks like he's giving you time to cooperate. You bring your hands to your face and sob. You look up. You have to get out of here! You hope to god you can do this. You get up and tip-toe towards the door as quietly as you can. You slowly open it and slide it open just enough for you to fit through, which proves to be quite difficult as it's very heavy. You don't know how the monster did it before.

You continue to quietly make your way down the dark hallway, missing the dark shadow to your side. You try not to look around too much at the carnage before making your way up the stairs. You find the window you previously broke now boarded up. You take a deep breath, preparing to make a run for the front door. You haven't heard anyone yet so you think you're still in the clear. You make it to the front door and just as you're about to try and open it, your body is slammed against the wall, your breath knocked out of you. You cough and groan. You feel dizzy. You look up to see Tommy staring down at you with a look of anger. Was he waiting for you to try to escape?

You grit your teeth before lifting your knee to knee him in the crotch, but he anticipates it and grabs your leg, lifting it. He makes space for himself between your legs and lets his large hands roam your bare midriff and up to your breasts where he proceeds to rip off your bra, revealing your chest to him. You whimper in pain and try to hide yourself, earning yourself a shove into the wall, banging your head slightly.

The corners of your eyes go dark for a few moments. Your head stops spinning when he leans down and slides his tongue up your cheek. His other hand reaches down and roughly grabs at your clothed cunt. He makes sounds of excitement once again. Saying you're terrified would be an understatement. You feel his fingers cup and wiggle around down there, not knowing what to do, but liking the feeling of doing it.

You again try to shove him off as best you can. He grunts in annoyance and moves the hand previously on your chest up to your throat. Your whimpers and please turn into choked gasps and gurgles as he squeezes. He gets even closer and you can feel something hard rub against your lower stomach. "Get her, Tommy, get her!" You hear from behind him. He grunts in response and tears off your underwear. He brings it to his nose and inhales. His eyes roll back a bit as if smelling the most heavenly scent imaginable.

You now realize he's probably never held a woman before and he's completely deprived of any sort of warm human touch. "Common, Tommy, gimme that! You get to have her, the least I should get is her undies!" His brother pleads. Tommy contemplates holding the small bit of cloth in front of him before tossing it back, which his brother catches and desperately presses to his face, moaning into the fabric like it's an oxygen mask.

Tommy grabs your hair and begins dragging you back down to the basement. You scream in pain and grab onto his hand for any relief as you're forced to the ground. "No! Please! Ahh Stop!" You cry out. He drags your naked body down the blood-crusted steps and makes his way back to the room you dread. He tosses you onto the mattress once again. By the time you manage to get up on your knees, you hear a clinking sound and turn to see him undoing his belt.

You crawl into the corner as he gets on his knees before you, his shadow casting over you. He unbuttons his shirt and lets it fall off. You now know that trying to inflict pain on him is futile. Muscles that scream he could crush you like a soda can. Not only is he as big as a fridge, but he also looks like an off-season pro wrestler. You can see a very prominent bulge struggling to free itself. The size of the tent itself is intimidating.

His eyes lock on yours as he slowly unzips his belt and frees his aching cock. You look away and feel his weight settle on the bed closer to you. You can feel his heavy breathing on the side of your face. He grabs your legs and yanks you beneath him, positioning himself at your entrance. You feel his bulbous tip rub up and down your folds. "Please…" Your eyes widen and you trail off as your eyes lower to what's prodding at your cunt. You want to look away, but morbid curiosity wins. It's almost unbelievable. His cock like himself, is too big. It's long, very thick and veiny. It looks like a beer can. You can just tell he's smiling under his mask.

He slowly pushes the tip in. You try to scoot back, but he grips your hips with his massive hands and pushes forward, but fails entry, seeming too big. He grunts in frustration. He tries again, this time managing to push the tip in. You scream. It hurts so bad. "No, y-you're too big!" you gasp, squirming in place. He holds your hips tighter and continues pushing forward, impaling you on his cock, all the way to the base.

Your mind blanks. You're unable to think cohesively. You're in so much pain. He lets out a groan of pleasure and doesn't wait for you to adjust to his size and just starts moving. It feels like your organs are moving around to accommodate his massive size. You look down to see a large bulge in your lower stomach. You whimper and groan as he thrusts. "W-why?" You croak. He looks up at you before lifting your knees, pressing them to your chest and leaning on you. Your eyes roll into the back of your head as you feel him push deeper into your womb, the tip of his cock threatening to push through your cervix. He nuzzles his face into the side of your neck, cooing softly to you affectionately while playing with your hair as if to say 'I love you'.

You cry beneath him, moans being forced from your lips as his hips plow into yours. Tommy grabs your breast, rolling the nipple between his fingers. You can hear him making happy sounds of some sort between grunts. He suddenly picks you up and gets off the bed with you in his arms, skewering you on his cock. He raises you up and down like a human fleshlight. You uncontrollably moan into his shoulder. His hands grope your ass as he starts to force you up and down faster. It feels good. You can't help but feel shame.

He grunts loudly and forces himself as deep as he can. You whine as you feel a rush of hot cum flow into you. Rope after rope, he fills you up. You feel so hot inside. Your stomach bloats from the sheer volume he fucked into you. He pants and looks at you, rubbing your cheek with his. He slowly lifts you off his cock, cum pouring from your abused cunt before setting you down on the mattress. He covers you with a thick warm blanket and brushes your hair from your face, stroking it with his thumb lovingly. If you knew this was gonna be a one-way trip, you would've brought some pillows.

[jevilowo]

List of Tf2 inconsistenties that piss me off

Bc its 1am and im staying awake while beloved mutual Jo livetexts me while they watch venom (I'd tag them but they blocked tf2 tag)

The timeline presented in the Shakespearicles post. Just read it yourself its sosisoso frustrating

The claim in the Shakespearicles post that mankind gave up inventing until 1921. What do you call Radigan in the 1890s then idiot.

Different claims on Merasmus' age (older than the universe in doommates, vs 6000ish in the lore comics) (this means the universe is 5999ish i guess okay)

Scout claims in comic 4 that he met Ms Pauling 6 years ago. Medic claims the mercs have shared "at least" 8 halloweens together. Despite both of these, the catch up comics imply the gravel wars with our mercs only took place over one summer. The first two are supposed to be meta jokes I think (ms pauling debuted in the war update comic, 2009, 5 years before comic 4 [miscalculations again??], and the first scream fortress was also 2009, 8 years before comic 6) but come onnnn be consistentttt.

Australian women had moustaches in the 1890s, but Mags doesn't? I've blamed this on long term Australium Depletion but its still annoying.

Saxton Hale claims its 2010 on the mannconomy update page, but the corresponding comic takes place in the 60s. I'm presuming this means the comic takes place on a different part of the timeline from Saxton’s notes but okay.

The crazy wild Australium retcon. So Sniper was created in 2007 to be australian. Then they invented Saxton Hale for Spy vs Sniper in 2009. Then people liked him so he became important. So in 2010, the engineer update invented Australium (although it was alluded to as early as the classless update a bit before that) and the corresponding comic claimed it made all australians buff. Despite this, in 2011 Sniper's parents were given very not buff, probably bc the artist was hella rushed at the time and had no time to reread the engineer update stuff. Then the comic writer remembered scrawny bastard Sniper was Australian, although maybe the regular writers were cooking excuses for that before then. So we got the New Zealand excuse in 2014 (im pretty sure), but that still didn't explain away his parents looking normal. Thus, my australium depletion theory. Valve should just hire me at this rate smh.

Silas Mann. They were setting him up to be somewhat important I'M SURE OF IT. They even retconned a mann co "quarterly concern" from the classless update to include his name for the engineer update! And they changed the cover slightly. Can't tell if this is a retcon or some abandoned "they tried to cut him out of history" sideplot thingy to explain how Silas became the Horsemann. I'm still holding out hope he returns in comic 7.

Abe Lincoln died two different ways and still became a mercenary? I excuse this as he faked his death a little too well (some blueprints imply it in the engineer update)

Speaking of, a coin claiming he invented the rocket jump despite MY BOY SHAKESPEARICLES. GAH.

This is just off the top of my head, mind you, and i haven't finished lore research. Expect many more grievances.

But yeah no in conclusion the writers need a calculator and also to consult each other more often so they don't contradict each other

[cloveroctobers]

OCTOBER PROMPTS 🎃 — 2. Willie Jack

A/N: okay y’all lured me in to write anotha one about our girl! Can’t believe the show is over, idk why I expected at least 4-6 seasons smh. Show will be missed and I’m open to seeing where the cast further take their careers fr. I’m not speaking on that supposed relationship between two certain characters because it wasn’t really executed to me while watching? We all know if there was going to be a relationship between the teens who it really should have focused on. So whatever they hinted at this time doesn’t actually exist and it’s not canon to me! Anyways, would definitely recommend a rewatch for myself lol.

WARNINGS: language + awkwardness when it comes to crushes?

PROMPTS are from here + I’m using: blackberry picking, “do you want some hot chocolate?” and “I don’t like scary movies.” “I’ll keep you safe.”

🕸️𖤐༘⋆/ᐠ - ˕ -マ༘⋆𖤐🕸️ 🕸️𖤐༘⋆/ᐠ - ˕ -マ༘⋆𖤐🕸️ 🕸️𖤐༘⋆/

Willie Jack is still in disbelief that she’s back.

Well…not really back she thought. Mika was simply visiting temporarily from Nebraska—of all fucken places!!! which she moved to with her house full of family a few years back. She didn’t get the chance to visit much (at least Elora did being a whole college student and shit) but it seemed like she kept up with mostly everybody else, except for Willie Jack who was still being closed off with Mika’s departure.

“What’s up with you? Why aren’t you over there chopping it up with Mika? You know she’s outta here on Sunday right?” Bear says from beside Willie Jack, who quickly turns her attention back to her friend on the field.

Willie Jack shrugs, “don’t be in my business bro.”

“Yeah Cheese is right, you’re vibe is giving preternaturalness.”

Immediately Willie Jack jerks her head back with a frown, “fuck did you just call me?”

“I don’t know but i know it fits.” Bear grins at Willie Jack, slapping his hands down on her shoulders before leaving her at the plants to join the rest.

Yes it was unusual for Willie Jack to ever distance herself from her friends. She was a social butterfly amongst her friends majority of the time but having Mika back after all this time made her feel off and that’s something she hardly allows herself to feel.

“Sup,” another familiar voice catches Willie Jack off guard from behind the shrubs, her fists going up ready to defend herself but she realizes it’s just Elora staring at her strangely.

Elora lifts her chin, “what’s up with you?”

“I really wish everyone would stop saying that shit to me. I’m cool, having a grand time with my buddy, bart the blackberry tree.” Willie Jack is waving her hands at the dark fruit.

Elora stares hard at her friend before flicking her eyes off to the group where Mika has her head thrown back in laughter at something Jackie says.

Which also doesn’t sit right with Willie Jack.

“Jackie ain’t funny, so fuck is she laughing at?” Willie Jack mutters making Elora slowly nod her head and cross her arms as she gets closer to the girl.

Elora states, “Mika’s still that giggly person we’ve always known and love. That hasn’t changed.”

“Yo, You’re supposed to be on my side here.”

“Why does there need to be sides when it comes to Mika, she’s our homie no?”

Willie Jack rolls her eyes and says nothing more at that. She did consider Mika a friend once upon a time and it’s not like she didn’t consider her as such but things did change the night that she left. And Willie Jack never told anyone about it and still wasn’t sure how she felt.

“I guess but like…it’s different now.”

“But why?” Elora pressed, “to me it seems like you’re the one making it an issue when it didn’t seem like she had a problem since she hugged you when we met up earlier.”

Willie Jack messes with her beaded earrings now, briefly thinking about that encounter hours ago. Mika was all deep dimple smiles and although Willie Jack was the last person she hugged, Mika still acknowledged her like they haven’t stopped talking.

“If I tell you, you got to promise me you won’t make it a big deal.”

Elora nods, “okay…go on.”

Willie jack looks around to make sure everyone is still out of ear shot, she scratches at the back of her neck in nervousness. She’s been holding onto this for so long now and she knows there’ll be some relief telling somebody about what went down.

“Alright so I’m just gonna come right out with it,” Willie Jack exhales, “the night Mika left to shitty Nebraska…she came over to the crib and we were out in my backyard having a bit of a heart to heart you know? And she kissed me, bro.”

“What?!” Elora yells gaining the attention of everyone and Willie Jack goes to slam her hands on top of her cap covered hair in embarrassment.

Willie Jack glares at Elora who covers her mouth trying to hide her laughs, leaving Willie Jack to turn to Jackie, Bear, cheese, and of course Mika. She gives them a commercialized thumbs up before turning back to Elora, yanking on her shoulders to shove her further away between the shrubs.

“Fuck did I just say,” Willie Jack hisses at Elora who’s grinning at the younger girl now after stumbling a bit, “you’re the one making it worse now.”

Elora rolls her eyes, “please, they have no clue what we’re even talking about.”

“Maybe not or maybe! with you sounding like a fucken surround sound.”

Elora chuckles, “my bad, bro. But this explains so much!”

“Does it?”

“Yeah! she’s been asking me about you whenever we catch up with me at school and her all the way in Nebraska.” Elora informs Willie Jack who lifts her brows at bit at the news until Elora then sighs, “I was the only one that figured out that something went on without her really saying anything about it.”

“Wait…Mika’s asked about me?” Willie Jack is rocking on her toes now and Elora sends her a knowing smile.

“Uh yeah bro, it’s not like she ever forgot about you. You’re the one who stopped sending letters and picking up the phone.”

Willie Jack lifts her chin inquiring, “How you know that?”

“Mika told me, shit ass!” Elora lightly shoves Willie Jack’s shoulders.

“So…I’ve been a shit ass all this time when Mika’s been worried about me?”

Willie Jack’s never been the type of friend to just leave you hanging. If there was a issue, she would be quick to tell you to, “not be like that!” Wanting to figure it out, even if it was only keeping each other company until you were ready to speak on it. However with Mika, things change and she wasn’t sure if it was for the better.

“Well…I wouldn’t say worried but she cares and I don’t think she ever stopped being your friend, you’re the one who stopped.”

“I didn’t mean to.” Willie Jack feels the weight of that statement and she didn’t enjoy the sinking feeling in her tummy right now.

“Then fix it.” Elora orders, “Stop hovering in the corner by yourself like a fucken weirdo and just talk to her! So maybe you guys can be something if that’s what y’all want.”

Willie Jack scowls, “who said all that? I still don’t even know how I feel about it all. It happened forever ago anyways. Maybe she forgot? Plus she could be seeing somebody and we live hours away now so I doubt that will ever work.”

“Stop doubting yourself and you won’t know unless you try.”

Plus they could always look at Elora as a prime example. Although she wasn’t that far away from Okern, Elora still put in the effort to still be around now that their lives were slowly but surely changing.

“…Mvto, Elora.”

“Don’t mention it,” Elora pushes Willie Jack’s shoulder, “can’t believe you’re growing up on me, making out and shit.”

“Ah, yeah, shut up.”

“Let’s go!”

“Alright man, don’t rush me! Let me get my thoughts together first.”

“If you think too much, you’re gonna fuck it up…more than you already have.”

“Wow, it’s like that?

“Yeah, kinda.” Elora snickers.

Elora ends up leaving Willie Jack for a few moments to gather herself, gradually directing the rest away from Mika as she sees Willie Jack making her way over.

She’s swinging her hands behind her back awkwardly as the crisp air blows. Mika’s dressed in a jet black off the shoulder baggy sweater paired with a patterned pleated skirt, ripped up stockings, and gummy bear earrings.

She’s gorgeous and it’s not fair.

“How much blackberries you think you got?” Willie Jack starts from behind Mika, who’s on her tippy toes.

She sets back down, tossing some into a picnic basket she brought along, which Bear and Jackie teased her about but she shrugged it off with a smile and middle finger.

“You know…I was trash at probability in school right?” Mika’s sunset eyes glance at Willie Jack over her shoulder, “I never guessed right or got the prizes and it definitely pissed me off to no end.”

Willie Jack leans forward, peeking at her basket but Mika playfully steps in front of it, “I’m not sharing.”

“What?” Willie Jack blows a raspberry, “I’m sure I got more than you back in my own stash. These hands are the quickest ones here.”

Mika stares off at the spot Willie Jack was once at and dips her head, almost pointing, “are you faster than a Prairie dog?”

Willie Jack whips around, locating the chunky animal running off with her sack of blackberries. “Hey you oversized chicken nugget, that shit ain’t yours!”

The animal stops in the middle on its run, dropping the bag to bare its teeth at Willie Jack who jumps back with her hands raised in the air, leaving the dog to pick the sack up with its teeth and carry on its way.

“Even the fucken animals tryin’ to tear a hard working woman down, that ain’t right! Imma tell the ancestors about your bullshit too!” Willie Jack yells as the prairie dog continues fleeing.

Mika’s laughing before softly placing her hands on Willie Jack’s shoulders, “I think that was his way of telling me to share, although you’re the one who ghosted me.”

“Don’t have a clue what you’re talking about.” Willie Jack is poking her lips out.

Mika gives the long haired girl a look before turning to put her basket on her wrist, leading the way through the rows of blackberry shrubs.

Letting out a long sigh Mika replies, “the dogs never told me you ended up with amnesia.”

“I don’t think I have that,” Willie Jack said walking beside her, “…I just don’t want to make it awkward for you.”

Mika glances at the braided girl, “For me or for you? I don’t have any regrets if that’s what you’re worried about.”

“…are we talking about the same thing? The thing that happened a couple years ago in my backyard?”

“Oh you mean: me kissing you and you kissing me back?”

“Is that how it went?” Willie Jack’s eyes were in slits now.

Mika laughs, “hell yeah, shit ass and I didn’t forget! I couldn’t, which is why I wrote to you.”

“But you never brought it up?”

“I couldn’t get the best read on you when it happened. I knew you were caught off guard but…did you like it?”

Willie Jack stares at the floor, twisting her lips around in thought. How it felt to have Mika’s always covered bracelet arms locked softly around her shoulders, and her natural scent of patchouli, apples, and brown sugar was already intoxicating before she even put her lips on Willie Jack’s. Of course she was caught off guard with Mika taking the lead, Mika’s focus only on Willie Jack’s lips as she stopped thinking about it and just did it. There was only one chance and she waited a long time to take it so why not go forth with the risk?

“I mean…I didn’t not like it.” Willie Jack peeks at Mika who nods with a small smile, “it’s just shitty that you pulled that that same night you were leaving though. Didn’t really have a chance to talk about it or process it really.”

Mika understands that, “sorry about that, the not talking about it but not the actual kissing part. guess I kinda had to process myself…since I been wanted to kiss you but I did panic when you didn’t say much after.”

“It was something…but a good something.” Willie jack bumps her shoulder with the girl who smirks at her.

Soon they’re walking in silence, fingertips brushing against each others as the make their way back to Elora’s car where everyone else is standing near it talking themselves.

“Hey guys!” Cheese waves, “we’re gonna have enough berries to last us to new years!”

Willie Jack announces, “I got the most though!”

“Where?” Jackie asks.

Willie Jack kisses her teeth, “fucken prairie—it doesn’t matter, I just do and you’ll have to take my word for it.”

“I’d rather not.”

Willie jack rolls her eyes.

Elora laughs as she gazes at Mika and Willie Jack, “you two ready to go? It’s getting dark and we got a hour drive back home.”

Her eyes meet Willie Jack’s silently hinting that she hoped they got somewhere with their talk but Wille Jack just shrugs her shoulders.

“I’ll help if you get tired, Elora.” Mika speaks up.

Willie Jack raises her brows, “you got a license?”

Mika was a year older than Willie Jack.

“Yup not long before my family and I traveled back here. Think that’s why my ma really wanted me to do it in the first place since they took my granny’s license away. She’s losing her sight and thinks my hair is on fire instead of pink.”

“Orange would look sick on you though,” Jackie comments, making Willie Jack flick her eyes over to the once bleached girl.

Willie jack adds, “you want Meeks to look like fucken child’s play? She’s wearing the pink well, better than I’ve ever seen. True queen shit, which you wouldn’t know a thing about.”

Jackie sends a look to Elora and Bear, unsure what was going on here.

Mika bumps her hip with Willie Jack’s, “we’re cool again, I think.”

“Must be with how hard Willie Jack just went for you,” Bear grins before glancing at the girl on his right, “got Jackie here speechless.”

“Fuck off,” Jackie shoves Bear while looking at the hat wearing girl, “…glad whatever you two went through is over but…do we got a problem Willie?”

Willie Jack is nonchalant, “we don’t got no beef…just chill out.”

Which definitely sounded like a warning in Jackie’s eyes.

“It was a compliment or suggestion. Don’t see Mika getting tight about it.”

“Okay! Let’s get going.” Elora steers the conversation away, “Jackie, ride up front with me.”

“Sure,” Jackie eyes Willie Jack who huffs at her, circling around to the passenger side.

Cheese gets in the middle of the backseat while Bear runs around to the other side of the car to sit behind Jackie. Willie jack is awkwardly looking at the space in the car.

“I’ll hold your basket for you, Mika.” Cheese offers, while she thanks the young boy.

Bear sees The dilemma and also offers, “You can squeeze in Mika or sit on my lap if you want?”

“Oh god,” Elora mutters, pressing her forehead against the steering wheel, making Jackie frown at her.

Willie jack shakes her head, quickly moving to sit right beside cheese, strapping herself into the car before holding out her hand, “C’mon on then, you heard Elora. We got a long way to go.”

“Ohhh are you—

Willie Jack dips her head silently making Mika smile to herself, while the rest await the scene that plays out in front of them. Mika doesn’t further question it, entering the car and sitting right on Willie Jack’s lap before closing the door behind her.

“Aw but Mika doesn’t have a seat belt.”

Willie jack carefully slips her hands around Mika’s waist, “I got her.”

“That works for now!” Cheese beams, not reading into it too much like the rest in the car are.

Bear is smirking now after it dawns on him what is happening as Mika leans back into Willie Jack’s embrace so Elora can better see out the back window but also because it was a nice place to be.

“Is this okay?” Willie Jack whispers to Mika who’s made herself comfortable, head resting back in the space between Willie Jack’s neck and shoulder.

Mika says, “yup! Long as you got me.”

“I do.” Willie Jack meets Mika’s eyes, squeezing her a bit tighter.

“Good, then we have nothing to worry about. Let’s enjoy the ride.”

“Word.” Willie jack concludes, almost snapping her eyes shut at how annoying she probably sounded but Mika just presses her forehead into the side of Willie Jack’s head.

Elora drops Willie Jack off first with Mika having to exit the car. She asks Mika if she’ll walk her to her door and she agrees with a yawn along with a stretch of her arms up into the autumn air.

“So…” Willie Jack is back to swinging her hands in front of her as she stands face to face with Mika on her stoop.

Mika laughs, “yes Mena?”

“Do you want some hot chocolate?”

“I’d love some!” She bounces on her toes, “I’ll just tell the guys that I’m staying here.”

“Yeah, okay. Nice!”

Willie Jack silently curses to herself again while she just knows her friends are in the car talking shit. She watches Mika lean against the door of the window, talking to their friends in the car, waving at them before she steps back. Skirt spinning with her as she walks back to Willie Jack and fuck she’s so pretty!

Which almost distracts her from Bear smashing his lips on the car window as Elora pulls off from the curb with a honk of her horn.

“After you my lady,” Willie Jack holds her hands out after pushing the front door open.

Mika curtesy’s before entering the home, peeking around as she steps into the first space, which happens to be the living room. “Everything still looks the same.”

“Yeah?”

“Uh huh.” Mika plops down on the couch while Willie Jack enters the kitchen, turning the stove on before opening the fridge to get the leftover homemade hot chocolate she made at midnight.

It’s quiet but it’s not awkward as Mika makes herself comfortable, folding her legs underneath her on the couch. It’s not long before Willie Jack enters the living room with steaming mugs.

“Thanks,” Mika takes the mug with a smile while Willie Jack places her’s on the coffee table.

She takes off her hat, tossing it on the arm of the couch before digging her fingers into her braid to let her hair run free. Mika watches Willie Jack as she sips on the just right hot beverage, admiring just how beautiful her “friend” is.

“Your hair’s gotten longer,” Mika observes, “it’s still stunning.”

Willie jack fans her hand about, “thanks girl, I grew it myself.”

“Hell yeah! Love it just the way it is.”

And the way Mika is looking at Willie Jack makes her heart thud in her chest. The damn girl’s only been here for a day and she’s already got her feeling a way.

“We should watch a scary movie!” Willie jack jumps to her feet, heading over to the collection of dvd’s.

Mika rests one hand in the crease of her other arm, “I don’t like scary movies.”

Willie jack looks back at Mika from her squatting position, picking up on her unease. She was aware that Willie Jack’s parents weren’t home as the house was too hushed and she didn’t see her dad’s truck in the driveway. Night time has definitely fallen and they were alone, dancing around what they could be and now this girl was trying to put on a horror movie?!

“Really?” Willie jack asks, “any particular reason or…?”

“I don’t think it’s never really been my thing,” Mika murmurs while she looks at the front door, “every time you or bear would suggest sneaking into the outdoor movie night by lake crow I wanted to stick my head in the dirt and never come out.”

“Shit…guess I gotta pay more attention.”

“Nah, who wants to be the odd one out when everyone else was down? I just dealt with it…plus you two were always so excited although I lost sleep for a few nights because of all those movies but…you get over it you know?”

“If we do this…you think you’re gonna have any nightmares?”

“Hard to say honestly.”

“Then…I’ll keep you safe.” Willie Jack strongly said, “but that’s only if you want to. I’ll even pick the least scary one out of the batch.”

Mika sips at the hot chocolate, thinking about it, “I’m gonna hold you to it.”

Willie Jack makes a offering motion with a imaginary hot chip before taking the time to go through the collection. She finds one that she thinks will be alright before shoving it into the dvd player. Once she’s seated back next to Mika, she tosses one arm along the top of the couch allowing Mika to fill in that space.

She does, shuffling closer as a long suspenseful intro starts after Willie jack fumbled with the remote. Willie jack tries her hardest to keep her eyes on the screen but it’s the heat radiating off from Mika that makes it hard.

“Hey…you’re not drinking your chocolate?” Mika points out, pulling her head back to look at Willie Jack who fails to hide her staring.

She scratches at her ear, “oh right, it’s still piping hot. Imma let it rest for a bit you know?”

“Don’t tell me you’re one of those iced hot chocolate people?”

Willie jack scrunches up her lips, “I’m not. Don’t even think I ever tried that before.”

“Hmm.”

“You don’t believe me?”

“I didn’t say anything!”

“Your face did though.”

“What’s wrong with my face?” Mika leans back to give Willie Jack the side eye.

Now they’re looking at each other and Willie Jack is silently counting the beauty marks that’s on Mika’s diamond shaped face while Mika’s peering at Willie’s side profile.

“Nothing,” Willie Jack fully turns now gripping Mika’s chin and she almost forgets to breathe correctly, “nothing at all,” before she leans forward to press her lips right against Mika’s.

Willie Jack hears her squeal a bit but Mika knows she has to hold on tighter to the mug now while Willie Jack holds her in place. Mika tastes just like chocolate and cherries while her lips feel like fresh petals. Look at that, Willie Jack could be poetic or corny when it comes to romance too! Mika’s unfortunately not Willie Jack’s first kiss but this kiss definitely makes her forget all about what’s their face. The only thing that’s on her mind is how her heart basically skips a beat with her lips right on Mika’s.

And a kiss like this has never made Mika’s toes curl before.

When she pulls back, Mika is curling Willie Jack’s hair back behind her ear. She bits down on her lips to hide her dimpled smile (which doesn’t work in her favor really, Willie Jack was so tempted to poke them) as Willie Jack slowly opens her eyes to meet Mika’s sunset.

Willie Jack remembers to breathe, “What?”

“You kissed me, you really like me.” Mika sings into Willie Jack’s face, while the girl claps her hands against her face hoping her skin isn’t warming up but knows it probably is.

Mika reaches for Willie Jack’s wrist while laying her head back on the couch, “don’t be shy now, that was glorious!”

“Glorious? Oh my god.”

“That a great thing! Marvelous! Splendid even!”

“You sound like one of those teachers who thinks the sun shines out of their ass, bro.”

Mika pauses,“I don’t think you can call me bro anymore.”

“Why not?”

“‘Cause we kissed, twice?” Mika holds up the deuces, laughing as Willie Jack shakes her head, trying to wrap her head around the fact that she initiated this kiss.

Willie Jack nods her head at her own thinking, “You’ll always be my bro…just a different type. More meaningful, a higher level.”

“Oooh so I get perks?”

“Yeah…as soon as we figure out what to do about us?”

Mika goes quiet then, knowing their time was limited. She was only here for a week, mainly to visit and go to the state fair but that thought made her depressed since she was also building a life after graduating high school…all the way in Nebraska…and that’s not something she wanted to dwell on right now.

She peers at Willie Jack from underneath her lengthy eyelashes, “We could always just make out some more until we do?”

Willie jack scoffs, “I see, you only want me for my lips.”

“And your heart,” Mika leans into Willie Jack who licks her lips, feeling those butterflies in her stomach.

Willie jack throws her head back, “the rizz is killing me!”

“You love it.”

“I think I do.” Willie Jack nods.

“Yeaaah! So kiss me.”

“I’ll do more of that after we finish the movie, I know you’ll need it.”

“So you’re the one plotting on me then.”

“Noooo.” Wille jack fails to hide her smile although this wasn’t originally her plan…it doesn’t sound half bad now.

Mika pokes the long haired girl, “Now I don’t believe you!”

“Well I hope you have it in your heart not to hold nothing else against me. I made you hot chocolate, I gave you my love—

Mika laughs a bit, “that you did, that you did.”

They briefly place their foreheads against each other until Mika moves to rest her head on Willie Jack’s shoulder. It’s not long that they turn their attention back to the screen, both confused on this grainy yet clearly dated horror film.

“I think we need edibles to enjoy this.”

That would make the most logical sense and why Willie Jack’s dad even owned this film: House (1977).

“Damn,” Willie Jack snaps her finger, “and it would be even better if we at least had the blackberries. All that work we put in, we should at least be able to enjoy them.”

Mika gasps, “I can’t believe I left them in elora’s car.”

“That blows…hopefully cheese holds them down for you or else we’ll have to kick somebody’s ass. And by somebody, I mean bear and probably Jackie’s Wednesday Addams lookin’ ass.”

Mika snorts, missing this friend dynamic, “Meeks and Mena, doing what we do best.”

“Fuck yeah, thriving and Survivin’.”

“Real shit,” Mika grins as Willie Jack slips her hand to intertwine with Mika’s.

And she enjoys how Mika’s hand fits just right in her own, although a little shaky, which reminded Wille Jack of Mika’s old fear of bodies of water when they were much younger, Willie Jack gives Mika’s a quick squeeze to ease any form of anxiety her body maybe experiencing.

Whether it be the wonders of the world or the wonders of their relationship.

They didn’t have to always search for the answers, at least not right away. So for the present they could settle into the excitement of what’s happening in the now…

To just live with the guidance of one another.

With Meeks and Mena holding on no longer tiptoeing…then perhaps that could be more than enough.

🕸️𖤐༘⋆/ᐠ - ˕ -マ༘⋆𖤐🕸️ 🕸️𖤐༘⋆/ᐠ - ˕ -マ༘⋆𖤐🕸️ 🕸️𖤐༘⋆/

Continue with my October anthology prompts here.

[vagabond-umlaut]

HIIII KIT <333333 you said you were okay w selfship asks so!!!!! here i am :33

first of all >:3 i’m a sucker for the falls first/falls harder dynamic, so!!! in your selfships, who fell first and who fell harder?? 🎤🎤 or did you both fall at the same time??? i need to knowwww!!! 

anddddd i also . love & adore….. sun/moon pairings……… 👉👈 so i’d love to know where your selfships fall on that scale too!!! :3 i get sun vibes from you but i could see moon too…. super curious to hear abt this one hehe

anyway!!!! ily kit <3333 i hope sukugo r treating you nicely!!!!! feral cat men smh…

AAAHHH ARIIi, TYTYTY FOR SENDING ME THESE QUESTIONS! I SERIOUSLY LOVE ANSWERING ASKS ON MY SELFSHIPS SM— i'm hugging u so very tightly rn *mwah mwah mwah* @twentyfivemiceinatrenchcoat

who fell first? who fell harder?

kitoru

honestly speaking, the lore of my ship w satoru changes w the seasons 🤭🤭 but acc to the information i hv as of summer 2024, i'm the one who fell first. and 'toru is the one who fell harder. i fell for him a very long time ago— back when i was in my mid teens and he was in his early twenties. but nothing romantic happened then– wtv hints i gave him either went over his head or he intentionally side-stepped them. and i js stopped giving him hints after one or two failed attempts, js staying happy with staring at him from afar, or yk, relishing wtv moments i used to get him as being one of his acquaintances... [he used to see me as a 'friend'. i nvr thought he cld see me as a 'friend', haha] but yk, when we grew up, i crossed quite some distance into my twenties and he too entered his late twenties— this is when the tectonic plates of our relationship slowly started shifting. i cld feel it, but i did not want to hope once again js to get heart-broken a second time— satoru, however, felt the shift like an earthquake. it's like, one moment he was thinking of me like he wld think of a friend, but then smthng happened, and he was like, "oh. this isn't how i think of shoko or nanami. oh. oh."— and well, let's js say, satoru was not rly in the mood for dating... he was more like, "omggg, ily! i'll take care of u! i'll make sure u hv a happy life! why don't we get married engaged, hm?" [i love my men a bit yandere 😂]

kitkuna

i think, mr. darcy's words fit sukuna and my dynamics the best 😄— “i was in the middle before i knew that i had begun.” we did not hv a very normal start to our relationship. sukuna js abducted me from my family and made me his queen. and i js became his queen and began to live in his temple or palace or fort or wtv. and yeah, we js started living together the way two ppl married as if for tax benefits start living together under the same roof. tht is it... except, tht doesn't stay tht is it for long. usually, i wld be content w some yummy food, interesting books, and nice comfy clothes— but over time, i began to notice i was feeling stuff other than js content. over time, this heavy feeling inside my chest began to grow lighter and i began to feel freer— and i realised, it was because of this freedom i was experiencing here. smthng i nvr got to experience when i was w my family— that place was rly good, yeah. i was treated rly well. but i felt more like ' a bird inside a golden cage' there. this observation changed my perception of sukuna from a housemate to smthng more amiable, perhaps smthng more affectionate, and i tried to get closer to him, inch by inch— actually millimetre by millimetre, 'cause i love to test the waters 1st then dip my toe into it— and then one fine day, when i wake up from an afternoon nap and i find sukuna sitting at the table, totally immersed in scrolls of poetry... an odd thing happens in my chest— which occurs again at dinner a few nights later... when i notice him eating as messily as ever— smthng which repeats when i catch him napping one day, akin a big cat lounging in the shade— a phenomenon which starts to happen multiple times a day very very soon... needless to say, i quickly diagnose it as a case of falling in love w my hubby 😌😌 as for sukuna... i don't rly think he feels love... he kidnapped me 'cause he was lwk intrigued by me. [idk why] he married me 'cause he grew highkey intrigued by me. [i still hv no idea why 😭😭] and he gave me space, never tried to be bad or scary to me 'cause he gave me some amt of respect as his wife, his queen [i nvr went to his court tho. i preferred drinking fruit juice and reading a good book in the shade of a tree] [were u able to guess i'm lazyyy] but then, one day, few weeks after i was able to extricate myself from my jumbled emotions and reach a definitive diagnosis— i found him snoozing under the same tree i take rest under, w a very amateurish book titled 'how do you know you are in love'— and i actually got rooted to the spot. and sukuna, heaven knows how, woke up while i was busy gaping at him. and he made an embarrassed face and dashed away— uraume later confirmed, their lord was feeling an odd thing in their chest; esp the last few weeks— roughly the same time as when i first encountered my symptom. later tht night, when i started subtly teasing him, calling us soulmates, he js put a blanket over my head to shut me up, but did not kill me— guess he loves me, huh 🤭🤭

who is the sun? who is the moon?

be it kitoru or kitkuna, i think i'm the moon, babes 😇😇 tho not a full moon. i'm more of a waxing crescent, methinks... 'cause i feel like i'm bright, but not bright enuf to light someone's path thru a forest at night... i js hv the potential, heh [i'm defo not the sun, babes 😅😅 i can be a lil grumpy and mean tbh, hahaha] satoru and sukuna, on the other hand... i think they are the sun in our dynamics. they can be both the comforting sun of chilly winter mornings, when i need them to be here for me, to hug me, to kiss me, to love me— and the scorching sun of a summer noon, ready to burn anyhting and everything which dares to bother me... [i love satoru and sukuna being a little crazy in their love for me ���🥰]

they're treating me pretty well so far, babes 🥰🥰🥰 and fr fr— feral cat men make me go insaneeee 😂😂😂

now i too wanna know ur answers to these same asks for ur selfships, my loveee 🤗🤗🤗 [no pressure tho!! only if u wanna ❤️❤️]

[dinoplantsghost]

pairing: Tom Riddle x fem! original character

warning(s): tom is a warning in itself, 1940s: time accurate misogyny (???) and r@c!sm, canon-compliant prejudice & name-calling, teenage behavior (boys smh), language (swearing), mentions of murder & death

word count: ~4303

Disclaimer: I have a huge google doc that holds all of my drafts and I'm quite literally just copypasting everything, so if there are any typos/errors, no there isn't!! :)

-- I hope yall can see that I don't know how to name chapters lol

Chapter List

Planning Ahead [2]

“Who is that, when did we get a new student?” 

“Her hair is an absolute disaster! Do you think she’s a metamorphmagus?” 

“What an awful time to transfer; does she even know any English?“

The whispers and stares grew stronger as the 5’6" girl walked through the large doors to the Great Hall, making her way to the long table in navy blue and bronze. Saoirse continued to ignore the comments and side-eyes and sat down at the very edge of the table, pulled out a thick book from her satchel and began reading in typical Ravenclaw fashion. 

At the next few tables over, a group of boys huddled amongst themselves. Out of the eight of them, they always surrounded one boy, without fail. He was the automatic leader of the group, the one they would turn to when in need, the one they were loyal to. He had them wrapped around his finger so effortlessly, and it disappointed him to see young men of such high status to be so dumb. 

“When are you going to make your move, Eloise,” Asked Cassius Mulciber, the sixth year of the group. “If you’re not going to do anything, I might just take her for myself.”

Eloise Avery scoffed. “If you think you have a chance against me,” he laughed, gesturing to himself. “You must have gone mental.” 

To the right of Eloise, Louis Rosier chimed in, mindlessly twirling his hair of honey into a braid. “I think you should totally try, ‘Cass,” he finished the braid with a tap of his wand, the ends of his hairs sticking together. “It wouldn’t hurt to.” 

Cassius reached across the table to give Louis a high-five, his wide build blocking the light from Patrick Nott, a fifth year of Austrian descent and the thinnest of the bunch. Irritated, Patrick placed his bookmark in the book he was reading, closed it, and slammed it repeatedly against Cassius’ left upper arm. “You. Bloody. Git!” He huffed, pushing his frames further up his nose bridge. “For the love of Merlin, sit down!” 

Cassius whipped his head around to the boy, his black and unkempt hair hitting the side of his face. Before he could get a word out, though, Headmaster Dippet stood up, projecting his voice with Sonorus. “Good morning, students. Today is the start of a new week, and with that being said, I would like to remind you all that playing Exploding Snap in the lavatories will result in a month’s worth of detention.” Laughter echoed throughout the Great Hall. “And before I finish this morning’s announcements, I would like to welcome our new student, Saoirse!” 

Dippet pointed his hand to the girl, who still had her head hanging low as she scanned the contents of Hogwarts: A History, unaware of the eyes staring at her. “Well,” the Headmaster coughed. “It seems like she is working very diligently to catch up to her peers. This is the perfect example of what your work ethic should look like, everyone. Now, pip pip!” Clapping his hands, he sat back down, quick to use Quietus to avoid any mishaps. 

Saoirse was finally pulled from her reading daze when she felt a tap on her shoulder. Looking up, she found a small man with elfish ears and crazed, white hair standing up in every direction. His eyes were kind and his smile was light. She could tell that he was a very genuine person. “Good morning, sir,” She smiled. 

“Good morning, my dear girl! My name is Linnaeus Flitwick and I am your Head of House. I’m here to give you your schedule.” He handed her a slip of paper before continuing, “Classes start soon, so be sure to leave the Great Hall soon so you’re in class on time, alright?” 

Saoirse nodded, skimming through the piece of paper that was given to her. “Thank you, sir.”

With her eyes falling on the schedule for Monday, she quickly found that she had Care of Magical Creatures first thing in the morning. She sighed, knowing that Riddle never gave her a tour of the outside campus, and threw her large book into her satchel, eating a couple pieces of fruit before leaving the Great Hall. As she left, the group of boys eyed each other. 

“I think we should have a bet,” said Cassius, shoving a piece of his fried egg into his mouth. “Whoever beds the new girl first gets five Galleons.” 

A boy with tan skin chuckled as he buttered the last of his bread. “You lot are ridiculous; there’s no way she’s going to fall for it.” 

“You’re just scared that you’ll lose, Lestrange.” Said Rosier.

“No, I could totally win against you idiots, but I have better things to do.” 

“Excuses, excuses.” Cassius laughed, waving a hand in the air. “What about the rest of you,” he asked, turning to the right to look at the other young men sitting at the table. “Do you want in on this glorious bet or are you too chicken to do so?” 

Abraxas Malfoy ran a hand over his pale face. “Absolutely not,” he sighed. “Father expects me to court and wed Torsia Adlard, remember? If I get caught with another girl, that blows any chances of me getting with Adlard.” 

Orion Black, who was sitting next to the platinum blond boy, hummed in agreement. “She doesn’t seem pure-blooded either,” he mumbled. “It would be devastating if one of you were to shag a Mudblood.” 

A chorus of acknowledgement rang throughout the table. “When you put it that way, I’ll pull out of the bet then.” Cassius hissed, running a hand through his ink hair. 

Miles Lestrange raised his eyebrows, putting down his goblet of pumpkin juice. “Oh? But you were the one who considered the bet in the first place.”

“Well that was before I thought about her blood status, Miles. If you think I'm still going through with it then you’re bloody crazy.” 

“I don’t care what she is, I’m going to get those five Galleons whether you like it or not.” Avery chimed in, earning a side eye from anyone who heard. 

“That’s just gross, Eloise,” Rosier whispered, sounding so disappointed and dejected, placing a hand on the strawberry blond’s shoulder. “Don’t do that to yourself, mate, five Galleons isn’t worth it.” 

“That insolent girl is not even worth a Knut.” Muttered the boy with ebony hair, situated in the middle of the posse. He closed his book looking upon the boys that stared back at him in anticipation, drinking up his words like it was their Ambrosia. “That idiot of a Headmaster asked me to give her a small tour of the school after Astronomy,” he explained. “She’s nothing but an obnoxious broad and she is not worth anything, especially to the likes of us.”

Tom stood up and walked off to his first class, leaving the rest of the boys to themselves.

┌────── ⋆☆⋆ ──────┐

From a distance, a tall boy trotted down the courtyard, making his way to the first class of the day. Running a hand through locs of wavy, blond hair, his eyes fell on the apparent color of cerulean that stuck out from the green of dying leaves. He sighed, sucking the side of his cheek in contemplation before rolling his eyes and making his way to the lost foreigner. 

He could not understand why Avery, Rosier, and Mulciber had such an interest in her—before Orion had pointed out her unknown blood status. It seemed to him that she was nothing but an airhead, especially after what Riddle had said back in the Great Hall. So much for being in Ravenclaw considering her race, he thought. 

“Did you not see the map of the courtyard in that book of yours?” He asked, his velvety voice of dark chocolate enveloping the girl’s entire being as it seeped into her ears and flowed down her spine. 

Abraxas Malfoy watched through the permanent scowl on his face as Saoirse turned around to see his aristocratic figure tower over her as his eyes of muted eucalyptus stared into her. “No, I didn’t get the time to,” she muttered. A scoff bubbled in his throat at her timidness. “Do you happen to have Care of Magical Creatures as your first class as well?” 

Sighing once again, now knowing he had his first class with this girl, the fifteen year old boy nodded. Abraxas reluctantly pulled his right hand off from its place on top of his satchel—while using his left hand to grasp the strap—to point off in the distance to the right. Saoirse’s gaze followed his deathly pale finger and there sat a rickety fence made of dark wood. “Class is held near the outskirts of the Dark Forest, taught by Professor Thelma. You’re welcome.” 

Deciding to not entertain the girl any further, Abraxas walked off, shifting his hands to the way they were prior; his right hand fell back to its snug position on top of his satchel as his left went back to his cloak pocket. The blond continued to walk the way, ignoring how the girl he left behind painfully tried to catch up with his long strides. When he made it to the fence, Abraxas opened the wooden barrier and did not care enough to leave it open, letting it close on its own before the Asian girl could catch up and slide through as the latch accidentally jumped up and locked the fence. 

“Good morning class! Today we will be continuing our lesson on the Unicorn,” a nasally and feminine voice rang in the ears of the students standing around near the fence. “Luckily, I was able to talk to an old friend of mine who’s a Magizoologist and convinced her to let us see Unicorns up close.” 

Elsie Thelma, professor of the Care of Magical Creatures class, was a small woman. So small, in fact, one could mistake her for a half-goblin. The round woman had fiery red hair flaring out of her tall witch’s hat with crooked frames barely balancing on her nose bridge. Her eyes held the curiosity of a thousand children, sparkling with the blue of the ocean crashing against the rocks. 

With the wave of her hand, Professor Thelma guided the crowd of children away from the rickety picket fence and deeper into the lush green forest, magic intertwined within the roots, leaves and meer fibers of every plant and fungi and budding fruit. 

Abraxas was never one for the outdoors, despite having the Quidditch position of chaser on the Slytherin team. Though, he thought, one was rarely on the ground when it came to Quidditch. He huffed, discreetly dragging the top of his tailored Oxford shoe against some rough bark to scrape off the discolored mud and wincing as he thought about the multitude of scratch marks damaging the leather. 

“Alright class, I advise you all to be very quiet and still,” Thelma instructed. “As any sort of fast movement or abrupt sounds can set them off. For this portion of the lesson we will be pairing up into groups of four, all while having two subunits within each. One unit will write down observations, preferably the boys, while the girls interact with the unicorn to identify its unique behaviors .” 

Professor Thelma’s voice rang in the blond boy’s ears, making him lift his head, walking away from the tree as he came up close to the rest of his peers. 

The short professor stood in front of the students, looking at each and every one of them carefully. After a few moments of silence, the lady hand-picked the students to group up and start their observations on their assigned Unicorns that stood proudly in the clearing ahead. 

“And with this group,” Thelma said softly. “You will have the new student—Saoirse. Malfoy, I trust that you inform the girl of our prior knowledge as she wasn’t present for the first portion of this lesson.” 

“Oh, there’s no need to, professor. I’ve read about Unicorns before,” a soft voice chimed in, alarming Abraxas as he whipped around to stare dubiously at the girl with jade eyes. “I wouldn’t want the group to fall behind from the rest.” 

“Brilliant then! Go on then, get to work, children.” Thelma smiled, shooing the group of 5 away to the last horse that fed on the grass by its lonesome. 

The group stood around awkwardly, unable to shake off a creeped out feeling as the new girl stared at them expectantly. One of them, a Griffyndor boy, coughed into his fist. “Erm, are you sure you know enough about Unicorns? I’m sure you’ve never seen a Unicorn before in your life.” 

Saoirse shrugged, smiling weirdly at the boy. “We’ll see.” 

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Turns out, Saoirse was well informed. However, things turned south when the girl tried to walk up to the horned horse. The Unicorn turned tense, its ears flicking in her direction as it stared into her soul. With some encouragement from the others in the group, Saoirse tried to show an open palm, but that only aggravated the Unicorn more. Eventually, they settled to switch roles between Saoirse and Abraxas. 

“Why did you transfer to Hogwarts, especially when we’re in the middle of our first term?” A girl asked, the yellow in her robes catching in Saoirse’s eyes. 

“I was expelled,” she said, shaking off a salamander from her shoe. “The High Priestess was more than welcome to kick me out; she always disliked me.” 

“Expelled,” echoed the other Ravenclaw in the group. Saoirse never bothered asking for their names. “What did you do?” 

She held her tongue; she obviously couldn’t say she accidentally killed someone. She was starting to really like Hogwarts, so it would be sad to leave so soon. “I was experimenting,” Saoirse evaded. “An accident happened and it ruined my dorm. By ruining school property, along with other instances prior, the High Priestess was more than ready to expel me sooner or later.” 

Abraxas, who was standing brushing the hairs from the Unicorn’s eye, frowned. It didn’t really make sense for her to transfer all the way to Scotland, especially since Mahoutokoro was in the far east of Japan. If anything, the closest school she could have gone to was in Uganda, Uagadou. Of course, there were other minor institutions, but it wasn’t likely for the girl to have transferred to any of those as they were very selective and couldn’t afford to have a student with a bad transcript in their student body. 

Perhaps she had connections, he thought. Scotland is far from Japan or east Asia in general, and the only sensible reason for her to be here is that she knows someone in the area. 

“What is that over there?” Saoirse asked, pointing off to the distant trees. There was an open area, the grass and other vegetation stomped flat by whatever creatures lived in the forest. Looking over with disinterest, Abraxas saw a horse-like figure, its large leathery wings flexing as its odd snout sniffed the ground. 

“There’s nothing there.” Said the Hufflepuff girl, the other students in the group voicing their agreement. 

“No, really, there’s a horse there—or, well, it’s not really a horse; it’s—” 

“It’s a Thestral,” Abraxas said, gaining the attention of the group. “They carry the carriages for the upper years. Only people who have witnessed death can see them.” 

“A Thestral,” frowned the other Ravenclaw student. “We learned about those in Divination class; they’re really bad omens.” 

Now worried, the Hufflepuff girl and the Gryffindor student backed away. They suggested walking back to the fence, as class was almost over anyways. “Of course you would be able to see Thestrals, Malfoy,” muttered the Gryffindor. “I bet you and your family bond quite well over killing those who aren’t like you, huh?” 

“You have no idea what you’re talking about.” Abraxas protested, getting hot in the face as he strided up to the student in red. “You stupid, bloody Gryffindors love causing trouble; you must be a Mudblood if you’re that passionate about less people dying.” 

“That’s incredibly insensitive of you,” the Ravenclaw student huffed. “It shouldn’t matter if they weren’t pureblooded, they were still people.” Abraxas furrowed his brows, his upper lip lifting at the corner as he looked at the boy in disgust. To Saoirse, it was the most emotion she had seen from the boy with platinum blond hair. “You’re not even a good Ravenclaw, you know that? For being the house of intelligence, you’re bloody daft; Thestrals are anything but bad omens—quite curious creatures, actually.” 

“We shouldn’t be fighting, guys,” fretted the Hufflepuff. “Let’s get back to the rest of the class. We’re bothering the Unicorn.”

Abraxas bit his tongue, his nose flaring as he glared at the girl, who flinched in return. Running a hand through his hair, he kicked up the dirt, offending both boys as he walked off without another word. 

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“And they were just complaining—it was so bloody annoying; I wish I could have hexed them.” 

“I would have as well. That Kowalski kid always wants to start something with you. Maybe he fancies you,” Joked Lestrange, earning a rough push on his shoulder by Abraxas. 

“Don’t joke about that, I would end my life if that were the case.” He shuddered. He couldn’t imagine a half-blood like Kowalski pining over him—though many people did. 

The two boys, along with the rest of the Slytherin posse, were waiting for their bi-weekly meeting to start. They sat around in a spacious room, chandelier dangling above them as they sat around at a round table. 

When they first started these meetings, they were skeptical. Their leader, Tom, was odd. Despite being a Slytherin, his surname wasn��t well known in the Wizarding community. Everyone knew everyone in Slytherin, mainly consisting of high-class pureblood families and being a generally tight-knit House. They didn’t really tolerate any other House, they were often outcasted or rejected—from Gryffindor, mainly; Hufflepuffs had some good ones who were willing to look past the snake house’s collective problems, and Ravenclaw had students with similar world views. 

They had every reason to dislike Muggleborns; Muggles had been killing and burning their ancestors for years, and it felt like a dishonor to those who died at the hands of evil. Unfortunately, over the years Muggleborns had been accepted, along with those with mixed blood, which was also a disgrace. The culture was slowly fading away—the holidays, beliefs, it was all being replaced by things that had no place in a magical institution. What even was Christmas? Who the Hell was Jesus Christ? 

The group was given a promise, though. The promise to bring back their culture, to avenge their ancestors as they rid the world of Muggleborns and Halfbloods alike. Tom was sure to get them there. Time and time again he had proved to them he was worthy of being in Slytherin, despite their initial doubts. Their loyalty was set in stone once his lineage was discovered—their first assignment as the Knights of Walpurgis. He was a wonderful leader, always uplifting them and reminding them of their goals, of the right they had to take back what was once theirs. He stirred their ambitions, bringing out what made them Slytherins. Salazar was sure to be proud of his only heir. 

“Apologies for the wait,” Tom said, closing the large door that phased away into the wall. “Black’s cousin stopped me in the middle of the common room.” 

“Please don’t remind me of her, my Lord,” Orion blushed, gritting his teeth as the other boys’ guffaws reverberated in the large room. “I really don’t know why she’s like that.” 

“No matter, let us start the meeting; we have much to discuss.”

Ever since the group learned of Tom’s well respected ancestor, their main objective was to find the Chamber of Secrets. Unfortunately for them, the only person who would be able to find the room at all was Tom; only Salazer Slytherin’s descendants could open the Chamber. 

“I wasn’t able to find anything in the Library, my Lord,” Patrick said, his leg bouncing against the tile. “It’s like the staff erased all traces of Salazar Slytherin from the castle.” 

Miles nodded in agreement. “I had the same trouble as well. My mother owled me back and she said she’s never heard of any writings or stories of the Chamber of Secrets from anyone she knows—and she knows many people.” 

Tom bit the inside of his cheek. It was to be expected that they would end up in a dead end, but it was still frustrating. He was so close to finding out who he was, what he was meant for. His ancestor had helped build this school from the ground up and the impudent staff they were to respect could not even hold any amount of that towards one of Hogwarts’ founders. He knew he was meant to get to the Chamber; Salazar wouldn’t have created a beast just for it to rot down there with no way of unearthing it. 

“This may be a stretch, but,” Abraxas chimed in, the hairs on the back of his head standing up on its ends as Tom snapped his eyes towards him. “That new girl, Saoirse, she might know something.” 

Cassius huffed in amusement. “I knew you were interested in her.” 

Eloise slammed a hand on the table, much to Tom’s irritation, gawking at his blond friend. “You talked to her,” he asked, leaning over the table. “Did you throw me into the conversation? Please, mate, it’s been so long since I’ve had—” 

“No one here cares about your stupid sexual escapades,” Abraxas glared. “And no, you didn’t cross my mind once. During first period, Saoirse said she transferred to Hogwarts because she was expelled. She didn’t go into detail, but considering the fact she also revealed she can see thestrals, I doubt she was expelled for anything stupid like a prank gone wrong. I reckon she killed someone.” 

Murmurs rang throughout the room. “And why would you suggest that,” mused Tom, the frown on his face more apparent than ever. “If anything, something probably happened when she was younger; you cannot just assume she killed someone because she can see thestrals.” 

“That’s what I thought at first, but the more I think about it, she had no clue what a Thestral was until today—like she’s never seen one before.” 

“So what, Hogwarts has stooped so low that they just allow anyone into the school—including murderers? You can’t be serious, ‘Brax. They would have known that looking at her transcript.” Louis stressed. 

Mulciber shrugged, swirling a finger around the rim of his goblet, presumably filled with some kind of alcohol. “‘Dunno, Rose, peacock guy might have a point,” he said, ignoring the offended look Abraxas gave him.

“I told you to stop calling me that.” 

“And I said I would stop when your white chickens finally die, Malfoy.”

Tom supposed the theory Abraxas had was sensible, but he doubted the girl knew anything about the four founders. She was reading Hogwarts: A History this morning, for Merlin’s sake. ‘However,’ he thought back to the night before, the moment when he showed Saoirse the door to Merrythought’s classroom. 

Perhaps Abraxas had a point. If no one could get into the Chamber, then it may have something to do with Dark Magic; anything was plausible at this point and quite frankly, no matter how much it irked him to admit, Tom was desperate. “How do you suggest we get the girl to reveal this information to us? While she did mention Dark Magic during our conversation last night, she was too ditzy to keep a consistent word with.” He clicked his tongue at the mere thought of her insistent ramblings. 

Eloise snapped his fingers. “Then we get her to join the Knights of Walpurgis, or at the very least into our friend group. It hits all of our problems quite well, doesn’t it? It’s all the more reason for me to get close and bed her,” he smirked. 

“You need to stop thinking with your crotch, Avery, but I agree.” Cassius smiled, stretching his legs on his chair. “I would love to have a pretty girl with us.” 

Louis frowned, the grip on his goblet tightening unconsciously. “You’d really want to have her in the group just because she’s a girl?” 

“No, I’d like to have her here because she’s a pretty girl, Rose. We all know there aren’t many pretty purebloods here by our standards, and if this Saoirse girl isn’t a pureblood then at least we’ll have a simple pretty face in our midst.” 

Louis sighed. “Oh, okay.” 

“What do we do with her after, once we get whatever information we need?” Miles asked, seeming to be the only person besides their Leader to have a functioning brain. 

“What if we kill her after?” Patrick suggested coolly, halting the side conversations. He turned to Tom, who was more than eager to hear something he was comfortable with. “My Lord, you mentioned a few meetings before that you were looking into those things; what were they called—Horcruxes? I found whatever I could in the Restricted Section, as I’m sure you have as well, and in order to make a Horcrux, you must provide a sacrifice; you must consciously and willingly take a life without remorse in order to blight your soul and split it.” 

“I am still not convinced she has the knowledge we need to get into the Chamber of Secrets,” Tom sighed. “But this might have to do for now. However, the moment I see anyone slacking off, or that this girl is not providing us useful information, I kill her. Is that understood?”

“Yes, my Lord.”

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blood, guts, and transformers.

Chapter Twenty: Hey, Jude

Winchester! Reader

note: reader just can't catch a break smh and i promise the thing with dean will make sense, but he probably wont make another appearance after this chapter until the last movie!! Stay safe, Deanie a;sldkfjas;ljf also, when i said this was a slowburn, i very much meant it LOL

As I was led through the hallway, I couldn’t help but feel as though everyone was watching me; my skin crawling and making me tug the hem of my dress down a little more. When I made it to the dining room, Dylan was sitting at a seat, looking frustrated. His eyes met mine, and his face instantly lit up.

“Ah, there you are. I was thinking that you were about to skimp out on me. You look gorgeous.”

I reluctantly gave him a hug, and I apologized profusely.

“I am so sorry. There was a lot of traffic, a wreck; it was a whole ordeal. I hope I didn’t miss anything extremely important.”

Dylan shook his head, a strange glint within his eyes.

“None at all. The party is now getting started with you here.”

I chuckled nervously, and dinner commenced. As food was being brought out, I couldn’t help but shiver as I sensed energon. There was a Cybertronian nearby…two…but I couldn’t distinguish if it was Baby and Bee, or if they were Decepticons.

I did know, however, that I did not like it one bit.

Glancing around, I was almost embarrassed when I heard Dylan call my name.

“(Y/n), you look a bit distracted. Is everything alright?”

I swallowed before blurting out.

“Oh, me and Sam are having a bit of a spat. He doesn’t like that I’m with you all the time.”

I rubbed the back of my neck in embarrassment while Dylan laughed gently.

“Jealousy. It can be a very unbecoming emotion. My father taught me that if you want something, you never stop going after it no matter what.”

Dylan looked me up and down with a smirk.

“Sam has the right idea.”

I felt perturbed but hid it with a smile, stating truthfully.

“He just doesn’t understand that there are some things about my life that I don’t want to risk losing. I mean, I love working with you, and I love being here in the city. I take my working life very seriously, and I don’t want to jeopardize it in any way. I can’t just up and go with Sam every time he needs me.”

Dylan suggested coolly.

“Perhaps, it would be best to cut loose ends, and instead cling to the stronger links within the chain.”

Dylan took a sip of his wine as he gazed at me, and I bit my lip before shrugging.

“I don’t know. I care about him. He just needs a little guidance is all.”

Dylan hummed and stood up, glancing at a painting that was hanging above a fireplace.

“Look at this home that I bought. You know how I got all of this? By hard work and sacrifice. I sacrificed so much in the name of my legacy; my livelihood, that I now have everything I could want and more. It may come off as harsh, but if you want to secure the future, you need to let go of what holds you back in the past.”

He turned to me, leaning down towards me.

“Let go of the weak, and cling to the strong. You, my Duchess, are worth more than someone who doesn’t realize the amazing potential that is right in front of them.”

I was flattered at the same time that I was weirded out. Shaking my head, I took a sip of wine and replied.

“I’m working on it. I promise.”

Dylan then hummed and asked.

“Are you and Sam even together? Because if I were him, I wouldn’t let you out of my sight for a single second. No, no, not with how precious you are.”

I was about to respond when Sam’s voice cut in, making me spin my head in his direction.

“It's funny. I was just thinking on the way over here that I could really use some advice from Dylan, and there he is. Can I speak to you, (Y/n)?”

My jaw dropped and Dylan smiled, gesturing to the seat in front of him.

“Welcome! Sit down. Please, have a drink.”

Sam placed his hands on his hips, his expression hardened as he practically snapped.

“You know what, I don't need a drink. Or a car, or a job. I just need to speak to my girlfriend alone. Is that okay with you, Mr. Inappropriate?”

My face went hot at Sam’s choice of words, and he grabbed my hand and dragged me unceremoniously from the table. I hissed out quietly as Dylan stood.

“Sam, what in the world are you doing?”

“I’ll tell you outside.”

He glanced back at me, and Dylan called to Sam as he followed us.

“I really think I can help you, Sam. I remember a talk I had with my dad once about tough choices.”

Sam glared at Dylan, replying.

“Yeah, now's not the time. We'll set something up, though.”

Dylan chuckled, his smirk nothing but dark as he continued to follow us.

“Of course, it was way back, when my dad's firm was in charge of budget review and accounting for NASA.”

Sam and I paused, and my blood ran cold. Glancing back at Dylan, the man grinned widely.

“You see, the thing that he taught me was, when it's not your war, you join the side that's going to win.”

Sam pushed me, urging.

“Move!”

We ran outside, and the feeling of energon got closer. Before we could make it out, one of the sports cars beside us suddenly transformed, and I gasped as Sam’s eyes widened. We were both hit, flying through the air in a harmony of yelling and screaming, and I smacked down on the ground hard. The Decepticon looked at me, hissing.

“You’re mine!”

Before I could react, I was within its hand, screaming out as the Decepticon transformed.

“Sam!”

Sam scrambled up onto his feet, yelling.

“No! (Y/n)!!”

Sitting in the seat, I banged on the door, yelling as Sam tried to yank the door open.

“Sam, I can’t get out!”

“Someone help! Help us!”

As I attempted to open the door, I gasped as I saw a bird-like Decepticon fly at Sam, making him fall down and wave his arms as he avoided the Decepticon.  When the Decepticon landed on the edge of the fountain, Sam stood and turned towards Dylan as the man walked towards him, asking.

“You really think you're the first man ever asked to join the noble alien cause?”

“Who are you?”

Dylan ignored him, asking him another question.

“Do you know why we've not been back to the moon since 1972? Because these two-“

The bird and the car both responded, the car driving closer to Dylan as he continued to walk to the car, making me growl.

“They came to my dad and they told him to do some creative accounting. Make it way too expensive to ever go back. So he and the others shut down the American and Russian space programs. And they've been our clients ever since.”

Sam became angry, asking him incredulously as he began to walk towards Dylan.

“You helped them kill people?”

Dylan replied, shrugging.

“You think they'd give you a choice? Besides, it's not like I personally participated. I am a liaison. I liaise.”

Sam tried to attack Dylan, but the bodyguards around the man held Sam back before throwing him down onto the ground. Dylan said firmly.

“It’s hostile take-over time, Sam.”

Suddenly, the car shifted a little, strange tentacles with sharp appendages coming out and towards me, and I hissed as I kicked the dash.

“Stay the fuck away from me. Sam!”

Sam glanced at me before he ran at Dylan, screaming.

“Let her go!”

Sam was held back again, and Dylan admitted.

“I've had my eye on you for years, Sam. You're the one spy I've never been able to provide as someone close to the Autobots.”

Sam spat in his face, and I screamed to him.

“Don’t do what he wants, Sam!”

Dylan laughed.

“Yes, he will. They all do.”

He slapped Sam, and I yelled as I slapped the weapons away from my face.

“Go fuck yourself, Gould!”

Dylan gave me a nasty look before turning to Sam and grabbing him by the collar, snapping.

“They will slaughter her, you understand me? In the time it takes you to blink, they'll do it to her and they'll do it to me. So you show a little respect when someone offers you a job!”

He stepped back and demanded.

“Wrist.”

Sam grunted as he tried to resist, and Dylan grabbed his wrist firmly, commanding.

“You are to track down Optimus Prime, because you're the one human he trusts, and you will ask one question. How does he intend to fight back? Strategies, tactics, everything!”

The watch on his wrist transformed into a small Decepticon, and I panicked. Closing my eyes, I screamed as loudly as I could, blue enveloping me. The car whirred and screeched in pain, the Decepticon on the fountain cawing in surprise as it fell and writhed, and the Decepticon watch fell to the ground, curling up as it shook.

Everyone including Sam dropped, covering their ears as the sound permeated through their very beings, and I screamed even louder. The blue light became so bright that it was almost like a flashbang grenade. Kicking the door open while shooting a blast of energy through my foot, I was quick to stumble out and run to Sam. Picking him up, I exclaimed at the top of my lungs.

“Sam, hold onto me!”

Sam was disoriented, but held onto me as tightly as he could as I closed my eyes and let the energy within me burst out. It felt like I was being pulled in every direction. Every atom in my body was screaming in pain, but I yelled out through the pain.

“Baby!”

We crashed down onto the ground, and when I opened my eyes, we were lying right at Baby’s feet. His green optics widened, but as he knelt down and spoke while NEST soldiers came running to us, I couldn’t keep my eyes opened, and I passed out, regurgitating green almost-glowing liquid from my mouth as I lost consciousness.

-TIMESKIP-

I woke up in a bed, feeling incredibly sick to my stomach, and I turned to throw up, gagging and heaving as more green liquid came from my body, and I was almost startled by a hand holding my hair back. Turning, I faced Sam, his eyes glassy and red as he stared down at me.

With no word, Sam hugged me to him tightly, and I grunted as I held onto him with one arm. He was shaking, and I asked him in a hoarse voice, trying to figure out exactly where we were.

“What…what happened, Sam?”

Sam pulled back, his eyes wide.

“I don’t know. You screamed, and it was so loud that it was like….almost supersonic or something. Then you flashbanged everyone, grabbed me, and somehow transported us to NEST. I don’t…I don’t know how the hell you did that, but…you saved my life.”

I groaned, holding onto my stomach.

“Fuck, I really don’t feel so good.”

“When you…teleported…us, the energon in your body increased by a lot. Ratchet said that if you keep doing that, you’re body is eventually going to be completely replaced with Energon and not human blood. It’s….not exactly killing you, but it’s changing your whole physiology and your body isn’t handling it well.”

I nodded before I asked him.

“Are you okay? The watch thing didn’t get attached to you, did it?”

Sam shook his head and he bit his lip as it quivered.

“I was so scared, (Y/n). I thought…I thought he was going to do something to you.”

I was in awe before I sat up a bit straighter despite how sick to my stomach it made me feel.

“Are you serious? He could have killed you, Sam. Who knows what would have happened if Dylan was able to transfer that demon watch to you. When he was doing that, I panicked. I couldn’t think of anything else but you.”

Sam gazed at me, a tear falling down his face, and I gently wiped it away, admitting.

“You’re my best friend, Sam...I can’t let some douche-canoe with the smallest balls on Earth hurt you just because his daddy thought he was the shit.”

Sam couldn’t help but laugh and placed his hands over mine, whispering.

“You’re the best thing that’s ever happened to me, (Y/n).”

My heart pounded within my chest when Sam rested his forehead on mine, and I shivered when I felt his hot breath brush against my lips. Feeling embarrassed as the adrenaline pumped through my body; heart racing and hands becoming a bit clammy, I bit my lip and replied.

“You’re just saying that because you’d miss all my stupid jokes if I left.”

Before Sam could say anything, a NEST soldier came into the room, saying.

“Sam-oh, (Y/n), you’re awake.”

I recognized it as a soldier named Fez that had been in Will’s unit since the very beginning. I greeted him tiredly.

“Hey, might need a clean up on aisle 7. Where’s Will?”

Fez blanched at the green glowing vomit on the floor before glancing at me.

“Will’s in a meeting right now. The Director of National Intelligence wants to speak with you both.”

Sam and I nodded, and Sam asked me.

“Can you stand?”

I felt weak, but attempted to stand with Sam’s help. However, my legs felt like jelly, and I almost crashed to the ground had Sam not caught me. I groaned as my stomach turned again, and Sam maneuvered me until I was pressed against his back.

“What are you doing?”

“Getting some cardio in. Hang on.”

Sam picked me up piggy-back style, and I yelped slightly as I held onto him.

“Sam, you really don’t have to do this.”

“You can hardly stand on your own two feet. What makes you think you can walk? Just shut up and let me carry you, okay?”

My mouth closed at his stern words, and I chuckled slightly.

“Wow, Sammy, you really know how to take control, huh? Been taking lessons?”

Sam shook his head.

“I’ll drop you right now. Stop being evil, Satan. Please.”

I giggled before gagging, and Sam winced.

“And for the love of god, please don’t throw up any alien juice on me.”

“No promises-“

I gagged again, and Sam began to walk faster. When we got to Baby, the car door opened, and Sam gently sat me down in the front seat. Groaning again, I set my head back against the seat, eyes closed as the bright light of the sunny day made my head hurt. Sam got in beside me, and Baby spoke through the radio softly.

“I’m glad you’re okay, bub. You gave everyone quite the scare.”

I murmured gently as Baby opened the windows so I could get some fresh air.

“Sorry. Wasn’t about to let my favorite idiot get roped into Dylan’s bullshit.”

Baby growled hotly.

“I’ll kill that son of a bitch the next time I get the chance.”

I didn’t say anything else. Once we arrived at the new NEST base of operations, Sam helped me out of the vehicle and met with Charlotte. The Director glanced at us before greeting.

“Sam, (Y/n). We’ll debrief you in transit.”

Sam shook his head and muttered.

“After all this time of begging, now is when you want our help?”

Mearing sighed and turned to look at Sam, stating.

“I have underestimated you at every turn. Both of you, really.”

Sam and I were surprised, and Sam stuttered.

“What- what?”

Mearing replied honestly, shaking her head.

“You warned us that they were using humans. And you knew that Sentinel was the key.”

I replied to her as we followed her, Sam’s arm wrapped tightly around my waist to keep me upright as we walked.

“We tried to tell you over and over. I tried to warn you the best that I could. You know, ‘keep your friends close and your enemies closer’? But hey, what do I know. I’m just a ‘teenager with a special car’.”

Mearing huffed before turning towards me.

“I’m sorry that I doubted you. Does that make you feel better?”

“Not really, though maybe it’d be prettier if you were on your kne-OW!”

Sam pinched my side, and I glared at him before gritting out.

“-Yes. It makes me feel better. Thank you for the apology. Can you please explain why we are here?”

Mearing turned back around towards a TV screen, stating.

“Like I said, we’ll debrief you both in transit.”

She went quiet as the TV volume was turned up. The news reporters voice made my skin crawl as she spoke, memories of the voice from my latest dream with Primus sounding off in my head.

“It's been a remarkable series of events today at the Capitol. Just moments ago, legislation was passed to exile the Autobots from American shores. The U. S. Military alliance with them is officially over. In the words of the House Majority Leader-“

Exile the Autobots? They were being forced to leave? I widened my eyes when I realized that Baby could very well be included with that rule. Sam exclaimed, sharing a look with me before turning back to Mearing.

“What? They can't do this. You gotta tell them. They can't do that.”

Mearing didn’t respond, looking around at the team of people that were within the premises as she flipped her phone shut.

“Okay. It's official. It's a go, people.”

Sam insisted as he gestured to the TV with his free hand.

“These are our allies. The Autobots fought for us. They fought with us!”

Mearing looked at Sam, a seemingly sad look within her eyes.

“And where are we now? Facing an enemy invasion with an enemy that has the means to deploy countless more.”

Her words weighed heavy, and I shook my head.

“This is wrong. You think the Decepticons will really leave after this? You just killed the one shot we have.”

We followed Mearing to a jet, and Sam gently helped me up the stairs, asking me softly.

“Are you okay?”

“Still a bit weak and sick to my stomach, but I’ll be okay.”

I felt my face go hot as I mumbled so that only Sam could hear me.

“But, uh…maybe stick with me a little while longer. You know, so I don’t fall or something?”

Sam blinked before nodding, and he helped me to a seat, setting me down before sitting down beside me. Mearing sat in front of us, flipping through some reports and files. When the plane began to move, I clutched the arm-rests, groaning. Sam and Mearing looked over at me, asking.

“Are you alright?”

“I think I’m gonna throw up again.”

Sam immediately hailed a flight attendant, and the second that I was given a bucket, I threw up in it. Sam rubbed my back comfortingly, and Mearing frowned.

“I don’t think it would be smart to bring you with us.”

“I’m the one goddamn person that can see into the future and isn’t some weird hooligan that goes bump in the night. You want to win the war? You’re gonna let me fucking speak for once….after I throw up again.”

Once more, I hurled, and I set the bucket down, gripping my stomach. Mearing looked curious, and I sighed.

“Something happened, yadda yadda, I’m being taken over by the energon in my body. That about settle your curiosity?”

“Not in the slightest.”

I rolled my eyes, and I gripped Sam’s hand when we began to fly.

“This is my first plane ride ever, and I already hate it. How is this safer than driving?”

Sam chuckled softly, and Mearing replied bluntly.

“It’s faster, and that’s what matters. Now, listen to me very carefully, you two: If there is any more you know, anything at all about the enemy's intentions, now is the time to tell.”

Sam shook his head, replying.

“The Autobots have no way of leaving this planet.”

Before Mearing could reply, I spoke up instead as information flew into my head and out my mouth at lightning speed.

“That’s not true. The Autobots have a ship that they called the Xantium. It brought the second wave of Autobots, and it's been under NASA 's care and study ever since.”

Mearing looked impressed before she added.

“We linked it with a decommissioned shuttle to maintain military control until they're gone.”

When we arrived, Sam helped me out, and I took a deep breath. When I laid eyes on the ship, I whistled lowly.

“Damn, that’s ugly.”

Mearing gave me a look, and I shrugged. As we walked closer, I noticed two Cybertronian’s on top of what looked to be a storage container, yelling at some of the workers that were helping move the equipment along. Mearing stated as I listened to one of them cuss a human out.

“These guys are the Wreckers. They take care of the Xantium. We don't let them off the base much, 'cause they're assholes.”

I snorted before I noticed a familiar man walking alongside the moving freight, Sam ducking his head as he asked in disbelief.

“Epps?”

Epps turned to look at us both, a big smile on his face.

“What’s up, guys? What are you two doing here?”

“I could ask you the same thing. You were throwing it down at NEST, and now you’re here?”

Epps shrugged, grinning at me.

“I put in a request a couple weeks ago for an early retirement. Got it finalized a couple days ago, started work here afterwards. Now I just consult to run interference for them.”

Sam and I shared a look before Epps chuckled gently, winking at me.

“No more combat and aliens shooting at my ass. I got a dream job.”

“I’m sure Will misses his partner in crime though.”

I said, and Epps laughed, giving me a look.

“You say that as if his partner isn’t you. I hear you’ve been extra busy this last year.”

I winced a little and shrugged.

“A little. Hit a dead-end with my Dad, but my uncles are still searching as well as Baby.”

Epps was quiet for a moment, as if he didn’t know what to say before he sighed and shook his head.

“Kicking the Autobots out. Can you believe this is happening?”

Before I could reply, Sam asked him.

“Where do you think they’re sending them?”

Epps just shrugged.

“Anywhere but here.”

Epps left to help get everything ready, and Sam and I looked at the ship to find the autobots standing just beneath it; waiting to load themselves on. Sam guided me to them, and when we approached, Wheelie begged.

“Sammy, listen to me. Don't let them exile us.”

Brains began to beg as well, looking sad.

“Don't let them take us, (Y/n)!”

Wheelie cut Brains off, exclaiming.

“It's a Decepticon trap.”

I said to Brains and Wheelie while Sam swallowed thickly, becoming emotional and unable to speak.

“We’ll figure it out. Don’t worry, guys. We’re gonna be okay.”

An autobot by the name of Leadfoot called out, alerting the autobots.

“Check the nitrogen levels. We're booking out of here.”

Both of us looked up when Optimus approached, and Sam said his name almost earnestly, as if begging and pleading would somehow appeal the old Autobot to stay.

“Optimus?”

Optimus looked forlorn, clenching his fist.

“What your leaders say is true. This was all my fault. I told them whom to trust. I... was so wrong.”

Sam replied, shaking his head as he gestured wildly.

“That doesn't make it your fault. It just makes you human for a change.”

My heart swelled in my chest, and I placed my hand on his shoulder, comfortingly squeezing it as Optimus shook his head.

“Remember this. You may lose your faith in us, but never in yourselves.”

Sam looked desperate, begging softly.

“I need to know how you're gonna fight back. I know this is strategy, I know you're... you're coming back with reinforcements, something, I know there's a plan. You can tell me. No other human other than (Y/n) and I will ever know.”

Optimus gave Sam a sad and defeated look as he murmured.

“There is no plan.”

Suddenly, I heard Optimus’ voice within my head, echoing throughout my skull like a heaven-sent mantra.

‘For today, in the name of freedom, we take the battle to them!’

Did that mean that Optimus was lying, and there truly was a plan? I glanced up at Optimus as he gazed down at me, and while Sam was looking down, speaking rapidly, Optimus sent me a sly wink.

You dirty little bastard.

I smirked slightly before glancing at Sam.

“If we just do what they want, how are we gonna live with ourselves?”

Optimus knelt down towards Sam, saying truthfully as he urged.

“You are my friend, Sam. You always will be. But your leaders have spoken. From here, the fight will be your own.”

Bumblebee stepped forward, whirring, and Optimus nodded to the younger Autobot.

“Make it short. We're loading up.”

Bumblebee knelt down, saying to Sam as Sam stepped forward.

“We're gonna do whatever we can. Make it like it was. You will always be my friend, Sam. I gotta be going on.”

Sam sniffled, and then Bee turned to me, saying.

“I am…blessed...to have gotten to meet someone like you. Please, make my friend happy.”

I felt tears fill my eyes, and I placed a hand on Bumblebee’s cheek, saying softly.

“I’ll protect Sam until you come back. Okay? Cause you’re going to.”

Bee looked sad before he replied.

“I love you both.”

Sam turned, covering his mouth as he cried silently, and Bee back away. In the corner of my eye, I saw a flash of black, and I turned to see Ironhide. Walking up to Ironhide, the Cybertronian looked down at me with a curious gaze. Ironhide then knelt down, saying.

“We will be launching at dawn, little one.”

I looked down at the ground, replying back as my voice wavered.

“It isn’t fair, Ironhide. I wish you could stay.”

Ironhide’s eyes softened, and he replied.

“You are a strong warrior. You have the means to create your own destiny, and whatever you create, remember this: Always keep fighting. I know your creator, and especially William, are proud.”

I looked up at Ironhide as he stood back up, and I whispered.

“Don’t be gone too long. I think the Colonel would shit a brick if you stayed away.”

Ironhide chuckled, nodding.

“With you running around with nobody to watch you, little one? Absolutely.”

I chuckled before he turned, Baby walking up, and Ironhide turned back to me.

“I must get going now. Stay safe, and remember my words. Keep William Lennox safe.”

I nodded, and Ironhide backed away. Baby then approached, and I felt more tears fill my eyes.

“I don’t see why they have to make you leave too. It isn’t fair.”

Baby looked upset, and he murmured.

“Though I am a neutral Cybertronian, I would never turn my back on my oldest friend. My allegiance has always been with Optimus.”

I shook my head, whispering.

“What am I gonna do without you, Baby? You’re the last piece of Dad that I have…with you gone…I have nothing.”

Baby shook his head, replying sternly as he gently tilted my head up.

“Now, you listen to me, bub. You ain’t gonna be alone. You have Sam and Will here, and they’re gonna treat you right. They’re gonna treat you right because they don’t want me sticking my cannons up their asses, do they?”

I couldn’t help but giggle, tears still falling down my cheeks, and Baby smiled sadly.

“Your father would be so proud of you, do you hear me? I just know that if Dean was here, he would be amazed at the woman you’ve become. It has been an honor to serve the Winchester bloodline. Out of all the Winchesters that I have guarded with my life, you, (Y/n) Winchester, will always be the one I loved most.”

I couldn’t help but to cry, and Baby sniffled himself. Standing up, he shook his head.

“And remember this, bub: you always have a choice. You can either roll over and die or you can keep fighting no matter what.”

I nodded before I pointed out.

“That sounds like something Dad would say.”

Baby smiled gently.

“That’s because he did.”

Baby then backed away, looking pained as he whispered.

“I love you, bub. We’ll meet again.”

I nodded, and Baby walked away. When he was far enough away, I couldn’t help but sink to my knees and cry. Sam embraced me tightly, kissing my temple as I watched the last remnant of my father walk out of my life.

After a moment, I noticed Simmons had approached, wheeling himself forward in his wheelchair, and he murmured.

“Years from now, they're gonna ask us: Where were you when they took over the planet? We're gonna say, we just stood by and watched.”

His words invoked something within me; a deep-seated anger, and I hissed as I stood, Sam looking surprised.

“Like fucking hell we did. I’m not done. I’m not finished fighting. You guys wanna sit here and wallow? That’s fine, but I’m not cowering beneath some ancient fucking Prime and his half-dead Decepticon booty-call.”

I turned away from them both, and Sam asked me as he walked with me, Simmons glancing back with a curious gaze.

“What are you going to do? How are you going to get them back?”

I glared at Sam.

“I’m gonna put in a request to go back to work.”

Sam looked surprised, and I continued to walk.

“What do you mean? What do you mean by that?”

I spun around, tears falling down my face as I exclaimed.

“I’m gonna kill Dylan Gould and all his Decepticon friends. I refuse to let him get away with this. This is what the Decepticons wanted: for the one obvious chance that we have of defeating them out of the picture. They didn’t bet on me because I don’t know what the hell I am nor how to hone in on what I can do, but if one good fucking walking grenade can take them out, by God, I’m going to.”

Sam’s eyes widened and he urged me, placing his hands on my shoulders.

“I know you’re angry, but this is suicide. You go out there like that, and they’re gonna kill you too. What then, huh? What about your dad? You’re the only person that can find him. Are you gonna let him die?”

It was a low blow, but Sam was right. If I let my anger get the best of me, then I would die, and then who would save my dad? Swallowing thickly, I replied.

“I can’t just stand by and do nothing, Sam. I can’t just watch this happen.”

Sam embraced me tightly, and I clutched onto him like he was a lifeline.

“I know. I know, I know, but we’re not going to, okay? We’re gonna figure this out together. You hear me? Together.”

I couldn’t help but to weep, whispering.

“I just want it all to stop, Sam.”

“I know.”

For a while, we stood like that; holding onto each other and taking comfort in each others warmth as the dawn slowly approached. When it was time for takeoff, Sam and I had perched ourselves on the highest structure; almost as if we hoped that we would stay close even as the rocket would leave Earth, and I almost jolted at the feeling of Sam threading his fingers through mine. Holding his hand tightly, we watched as the rocket launched, and I hummed Hey Jude quietly to myself.

“…And anytime you feel the pain, hey Jude, refrain, don't carry the world upon your shoulders…”

Sam tightened his grip on my hand, and I sniffled again. Suddenly, I noticed something falling towards the rocket, and I squinted.

“What the hell is that?”

Suddenly, the rocket blew up, and my ears began to ring. Tensed up, my mouth fell agape as I watched the pieces of the Xantium fall to the ocean, and my chest began to feel tight. As the smoke rose into the atmosphere, I screamed out loudly, Sam holding onto me as I tried to jump down; trying to get out of his arms so that I could somehow get to Baby and save him.

“Baby! Baby, no! Let me go, let me go! No!”

Sam held onto me tighter, but he didn’t know what to say. Instead, he just held me as tightly as I could.

‘You always have a choice. You can either roll over and die or you can keep fighting no matter what.’

‘Always keep fighting.’

My whole body erupted into blue light as I screamed out, a blast of energy exiting my entire body, and Sam held on for dear life so he wasn’t blow away. Everything around us, however, was demolished, and I hiccupped as the light went away. I held onto Sam’s arms tightly, and I vowed in another yell.

“I’ll kill them. I’ll kill them all!”

I was going to annihilate the Decepticons if it was the last thing I ever did.

-DEAN-

His eyes were red with the lack of sleep, face itching from the beard that had grown since he had been trapped, and Dean wouldn’t deny that he was almost jealous that Crowley seemed still as primped as a flower since they had been captured.

Though, being a demon was like that, he supposed.

Dean had lost track of time and the days since it was always night up in space, and his body was beginning to ache. He had been without food and water for a while, and to keep Dean alive, Crowley would temporarily possess him so Dean’s body could somewhat rest.

It honestly fucking sucked.

Dean shook his head, murmuring.

“I wish I had a big nice greasy burger right now.”

“You’ve been talking about food for the last hour.”

Crowley muttered in annoyance, and Dean snapped.

“Well, pardon me for not being a damn demon that doesn’t need to eat. Did you forget that I’m human?”

Crowley rolled his eyes before his gaze turned serious.

“Chin up, squirrel, we’ve got company.”

Dean glanced at the doorway to the cells as it opened, and the femme entered, her purple optics bright.

“I’ve something to show you.”

“I don’t really care.”

The femme chuckled, shaking her head slightly.

“You truly are my favorite. Don’t worry, your time to listen has come.”

A hologram showed up, and Dean’s eyes widened when his daughter was in the frame. The femme cooed.

“Look at her. My most precious triumph.”

Dean couldn’t breathe. It had been so long since he had last seen (Y/n) and gazing at her image now, Dean could almost cry. She had grown a lot, and there was a part of Dean that became angry that he was away from her.

“Why are you showing me this?”

“She’s changing…becoming more and more of the perfect weapon every day. Allow me to demonstrate for you what Unicron and I have cultivated for our home.”

A video of (Y/n) began to play, and she was seated within a car. It was like there was a camera within the vehicle, showing the metal tentacles that were coming out of various places within the vehicle, and Dean’s breath was halted as he watched her veins begin to turn blue.

Her eyes were glowing that same blue, and then all of a sudden, there was a loud scream that distorted the audio and made his ears ring. Dean watched as the light completely enveloped her, blocking the view before he watched her somehow blast the door open; warbling energy shooting from the bottom of her foot, and she ran to a boy that was on the ground, exclaiming.

“Sam, hold onto me!”

When the boy clutched onto her, Dean watched in shock as she closed her eyes and screamed at the top of her lungs.

“Baby!”

Then, within a flash, her and Sam were gone. The hologram went away, and Dean was too stupefied to say anything.

“Every stress; every fight that she fights, the energon within her body takes over. Slowly, she will become one with it, and when she does, I will take control and use her to create a new Cybertron. Remember when I told you that you were going to help me?”

Dean snarled at the femme, fighting against his restraints.

“If you think I’ll help you for a second, you’re fucking insane. I swear to god, when I get out of these cuffs, I’m ripping you apart!”

The femme laughed, grabbing Dean’s face to make him look at her.

“Your god has no power here. You are alone; weak and fragile. Stay alive for me, or die. Your body can still be of use to me either way. Now, you’re going to tell me what it is that she desires the most, and I might be nice and procure your human food.”

Dean grit his teeth and snarled.

“Fuck you, you son of a bitch.”

The femme smiled.

“I do so love it when they fight.”

Chapter Twenty-One

[libra-stellium]

Rant about people during the pandemic

I’ve always been a person who hosts game nights or holiday themed events and I do it in my one bedroom apartment lol but the last one I hosted was a New Year’s party in 2019 going into 2020 and every time I thought to host after that I wasn’t in the mood really or my friends were spread out all over and there’s always the looming anxiety that someone is gonna show up sick.

I finally hosted again last night a Grinch Game Night so that everyone could see my Whoville decorations up close and someone did show up sick 😀 I’m crossing my fingers that what she had was just a regular cold 😀

She didn’t say anything ahead of time and she had already been there for so long before she started talking about how on Christmas she did go with her bf to visit his parents and I already knew that his parents were sick with Covid so I’m sure I made a face bc why did y’all go?? Okay it’s Christmas but they have Covid it’s okay to NOT GO INTO THEIR HOUSE AND SIT WITH THEM! She was like oh yeah they were all masked up okay whatever and then later goes on to say how her bf is staying with her rn and she went to go sleep in her guest room bc he’s so congested 😀😀 and each night he comes to find her anyway 😀 like y’all went to see his parents and now he’s congested 😀😀 and you’re in the same house with him and you came to mine ??? 😀 WHY? And she even tried to bring him asking me if my game night was co Ed and I was like no bc I don’t have any guys friends lol but she would’ve brought his congested ass to the game night ??? And she coughed a few times and drank water so I thought it was just idek 😩 a dry throat or something

I had my windows open and my HEPA air purifier going so I’m hoping that was enough and I lysoled everything as soon as she left. It’s just like 😩 why are people like this?? This wasn’t going to be the game night of the century it’s okay to say you’re not feeling well and stay home! I literally haven’t gone anywhere while I was feeling any kind of symptoms and it’s not hard at all! Don’t even think anyone remembers smh and then it puts me in the horrible position of having to be a bitch about it bc what was I supposed to even do in that situation? Slap a mask on her and kick her out? Probably 😭 I literally don’t know how I would do that.

I’m also the only one of not just my friends but family and people I know that still wears a mask to places and they tell me stories of sick people around them and sick coworkers coming into the office and how they “hope” they don’t catch anything but it’s like …just wear the mask and you won’t catch anything 🙄

A couple weeks ago my aunt was telling me how sick she felt on Wednesday and how she felt sick on Monday and Tuesday and she had showed up unmasked to my apt Sunday to have coffee with me and I’m like 😩😩 BROOO and she kept saying how “it’s the AC at work that is making her cough” I tell her that’s not a thing and tell her to take a Covid test she’s like oh she doesn’t have any….so I had to bring her tests and then she was like I HAVE to stay with her to take it bc she doesn’t know how to do it and I was wearing my N95 bc I know her and that positive line was so dark so fast smh and she still had the audacity to say “the AC activated the Covid on me” like wtf are you even talking about?? 🙄 meanwhile she works in a doctors office wearing those thin blue masks that she claims suffocate her and idek if she wears them all day for real or if she just says that to me bc she knows how I feel about masks and then she went unmasked to Christmas caroling at her church and it’s now two weeks later and she’s still feeling sick and testing positive (she’s also unvaxed and thinks saying in Jesus name is enough 🙄) and she has to go get groceries so I tell her to wear a real mask and not that useless ass blue one and she goes I don’t have any masks ���� of course you don’t it’s been 3 years of her taking a handful of my masks bc she refuses to get her own and she finally bought some KF94s and some N95s but why did it take you getting Covid and seeing that it’s not a joke to buy your own masks?? idek I’m just so turned off by everyone.

And by no means am I like a perfect mask wearer like I still go out to restaurants and clubs but I don’t go to the bigger ones anymore and I use my nasal spray for the time that I’m there and that’s been working for me so far. Sometimes I forget to put one on in the Uber but most times I have mine on the driver puts theirs on too so that’s nice. And I was traveling earlier this month and sooooo many people were coughing ugly coughs unmasked echoing each other and had the nerve to look at me weird for wearing a mask like they’re not a walking test tube of illnesses 🥴

I just don’t understand what the problem is like is it denial?? Delusion?? Fear?? None of it makes any sense to me bc if you’re afraid why not take precautions? If you’re gonna feel embarrassed and keep your sickness a secret why not take precautions? Also why claim that your Covid symptoms are these random ass illnesses instead of just taking a test and finding out? The entire 3 years only one person recently has been sick and thought it was Covid and it was actually bronchitis. Everyone else I know that’s been sick over the 3 years has been sick with Covid. One person I know refused to take a test bc they were sure it wasn’t Covid even after listing all the symptoms and was like “actually it’s just a summer flu” mmmm I doubt it bc you just came back from a work conference 🙄 I even have a friend who works at a daycare and no one masks and they are sick at least once a month bc they catch whatever random virus these kids are carrying that week and they act like that’s just life and there’s nothing they can do about it smh

I guess I’m just tired of being the only one.

[autumn-foxfire]

The heck kind of leaks did I wake up to 😭 Catch me at 3am going nope nope do not- as I read about quirks evolving, also whats up with the world going to hell and Compress and Geten having a casual chat in prison saying they have plenty of time?? Geez, comedic duo I did not see coming. But bless: no phoenix quirk. But also: I dislike the dunking on Touya's narrative that makes him the masterpiece Endy always wanted. I pray fandom doesn't clown Endy for that because it would just be annoying. That's not the reason I wanted Touya's worth and life to be respected. And then the GETEN HIMURA, dammit. I was hoping the obvious fire/ice quirk wouldn't always lead to a family connection but here we are. These Todoroki's and their issues smh. I hope the memes and jokes about Japan being talked about as "entirely other" like one would consider the worldbuilding of a fantasy manga when considering culture isn't too bad out there. It's a real place, with real people living even in your country, and so many concepts are actually spread all over every asian country not just that. Hell, I've had hispanic friends tell me so as well. I say this because apparently some people are treating the concept of Touya being "first-born" and the weight it holds as "yeah just a thing Japan does" I get in this interconnected global world we like peering into other countries and cultures we don't understand and shrug it off like a strange other society far-removed from us, but I don't think people in the west realize how universal this is + the cousin marriage thing regardless of how squicky it is. I understand, but maybe tone down blowing up at other asians and shaming the entire concept in front of their faces? Some of those people might have their parents wanting them to get engaged to their cousin, or might know friends and family who are, and that kind of behavior when Geten is a DISTANT cousin, not even 2nd or 3rd or 4th with different lineages beyond the main family line is, kinda insane. You're absolutely free to find it problematic or even disturbing, I as an asian had that concern as well, just PSA to not over-react in a way that makes people familiar with those cultural practices feel bad. (also again....distant, Geten is so freaking distant. It's so trivial, if you find that disturbing, think of how someone marrying their 3rd or 4th cousin might feel? thinking "that" was far-removed enough that they would be okay with it and here's the internet flipping tables over Geten whose even further removed from the main family.)

Sorry for the really late response, nonnie.

Honestly, I can't say that I'm all that surprised that Hori took the route he did now that it's been awhile and the knowledge of the chapter has sunken in.

I still think giving Dabi an ice quirk undermines his story and I don't really know what the point of it was other than to shame Endeavor (while also spreading the message that only if he had abused his son more he would have realised he was "perfect" which is very icky even though it was unintentional).

As you said, Touya being the "perfect" son shouldn't have been why his life was respected by his father.

As for Geten being a Himura... Oof to all the people who shipped him with Dabi firstly (not that they still can't but fandom can be quick to attack other ships with problematic elements like these).

Personally I'm not really sure why Hori made that so because it does little to offer commentary on the story anymore, especially as he's done a terrible time at effective worldbuilding.

But I do agree that fandom needs to be careful when approaching topics like this. It's very easy to look at the story through a western lense and be rude to other cultures because of that. Yes, there is real reasons why incest is frowned upon such as the biological issues it has however you can discuss it in a way that's respectful and not insulting (sadly a nuance that fandom has not mastered).

God, what is it with Hori putting complicated themes in his story but not handling them satisfyingly.

[charmed-asylum]

Paddy paddy paddy got me feeling like a baddy oh oh oh oh holy child lord mercy. If he just look at me with those eyes I’m coming in with the I do any and everything crime you want. “ I had no idea what he meant by that, but the way he said it sent a wave of excitement over me for some reason. And the smile he gave me made me melt. I knew that when it came down to it, I would help him with anything “ But man 4k and honey you had me from 1st word to the last huh I can’t I been to hold on to wall and hope I can make it( I can but bit a thread)

Now w paddy he always had plans but did his plans change from beginning to when he meet YN to him spending time to that letter to now. funny tho w all that all she got of that is so what we gonna do about this side bitch.

“ His charm was like a spell. However, it was one that I not only didn’t mind being under, it was one I wanted to be put under” I gotta say ones like that can be the worse I once read a case file when a person of interest was being investigated and in it they state one of the ways he got his victims ( like many ) was from his charm and no lie knowing this I still give in to this man .

It wasn’t til watching movies like this to know what faith we put in doctors. Like just because Paddy as fine as he is said doctors orders Louise gives in to all beliefs.

Our reader though out this story proves what a special breed she is. I mean apart of me ( thanks to you ) can understand her and relate and feel bad for her. “ I had to hide my laugh behind a cough as I watched it all happen. To tell the truth, I couldn’t tell if he had purposely done it or not, considering she had told them she was a vegetarian in Italy. Either way, watching her struggle to chew it was satisfying. If it were anyone else, I probably would have spoken up on their behalf so they wouldn’t have to eat something they were against. But she was such a people pleaser it was satisfying to watch her reap the consequences of it. “ that here kinda funny because she herself while she might see it looks to please paddy so would she see this as same or different behavior.

Ben trying to make a comment or even a sigh about her career really gets me mad bc haha u one to talk and who gives free child care if YN has a life and place to live maybe if u not only treated her like a person but her age once again she would not be so drawn to Paddy thick fine ass . Or even him getting mad at everything she does like how u gonna be mad at her when u treat her the way you do or fact he don’t even know his surroundings, smh he a trip

Did he do anything to that cider . ?

“ I wasn’t listening too much to the conversation, too busy watching Paddy as he smoked. The thoughts running through my mind were filthy. Oh, what I wouldn’t give to kiss him right now and have him shotgunning it into my mouth. “ honey me too lord oooooo J J J got me feeling crazy

It’s funny she must understand what he gonna do with saying this “ My eyes then landed on Ciara, and if looks could kill, I would be six feet under and then some. But the moment she saw me catch her eye, she averted her gaze to Paddy as she looked at him lovingly and reached over for his hand. I tried to ignore the pang of jealousy that hit me as I reminded myself that in a few days, somehow, he would be all mine. “ I wonder if Ciara aware of what her and paddy had waiting for her would she surprise the two and kill reader 1st. Bc honey u must see it . How can she not . Then Louise catching them ish ahhhh mmmm mmm mmmm lord I almost scream think she gonna do or say anything? Because what should of happen was she wakes Ben up throw her ideas at him a light bulb finally clicks on after god knows how long they force her ( maybe w force ) to leave this man and never come back. But no because they ain’t shit and you don’t . Huh they suck . I gotta say tho that psycho part hahaha has me dying bc oh that’s me. Ish reading I do like a bit of the dark side. I wonder tho why she said what she did at the end why she said those two like not Ben or Louise but Agnes huh I wonder can it be bc she envy them

Yours Pt. 4 (Paddy x reader) (Speak No Evil)

Warnings: DDDNE (that is your warning that this is gonna get a little fucked up here), manipulation, controlling relatives, lying, p in v, infidelity, let me know if I missed any

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After we were shown around the house, we made our way back downstairs. Ant had to go finish his chores outside which included checking on the animals. Agnes wanted to go see them as well and so after getting approval from Paddy, she was allowed to go. Lousie being the overprotective mother she was of course had to follow her out, which prompted Ben to go as well. 

“Ciara, why don’t you join them? I am going to check on dinner.” He said, and she gave him a smile and nod before following them out. 

I had actually ran upstairs to use the bathroom and when I got back I was going to head out with the rest of them to not create any suspicions just yet, but Paddy stopped me. 

“Yn, wait, I need to talk to you.” He said, urgency in his voice. 

I walked over to where he stood in the kitchen with a confused look on my face. 

“Remember how I said that we are going to have to be very careful about what we say and do around Ciara… she may be a little jealous over what happened in Italy.” He said. 

I covered my mouth in shock, “I’m so sorry, Paddy… I thought she was okay with it… I- I had no idea… did she see the pictures too?” I asked nervously. 

He shook his head, “It’s okay, and she was for that one night… but after that…” He sighed heavily and shook his head, “And no, I hid the pictures, keeping those for my eyes only… and don’t get me wrong, I still want you more than anything… I just need some time to take care of some things first, okay?”  

I was a little skeptical, “Paddy, I have to ask… you told me I wasn’t going back with them… if that’s the case, what is happening with you and Ciara? I may be young and sweet, but I am not one for sharing, not long-term… so how does she fit into this?” I said, motioning between the two of us. 

Paddy flashed his charming smile and looked me in the eyes with his piercing blue ones, “You still trust me, don’t you?” 

His charm was like a spell. However, it was one that I not only didn’t mind being under, it was one I wanted to be put under. 

“Of course I do, Paddy.” I said, biting my lip slightly as I glanced down at his before focussing back on his eyes. 

“Ata, girl. Come here.” He said, pulling me to him and kissing me roughly. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of everything.” 

“Okay, … is there anything I can do to help?” I asked, genuinely wanting to help him with anything he needed me to. 

He smiled at my offer and used his hand to cup my cheek before giving me one last kiss, “Not yet, baby, soon, but not just yet.” 

I had no idea what he meant by that, but the way he said it sent a wave of excitement over me for some reason. And the smile he gave me made me melt. I knew that when it came down to it, I would help him with anything. 

Reluctantly I stepped away from him and went to join the others outside. We stayed out there until the sun began to set. Conversation mostly just included the two kids having their own while Ciara talked with Ben and Louise, leaving me to just sit and listen mostly. I was beyond relieved when Paddy opened the door and called out, letting us know dinner was ready. 

We all went inside and made our way to the kitchen. Sitting on the counter was a dish covered in tin foil. It smelt absolutely amazing. 

“Ta-da!” Paddy said as he grabbed the tin foil and ripped it off, revealing some type of roasted bird. 

“Wow, that looks amazing, Paddy.” Ben said. 

“Thank you. Was, Libby, our prized goose, out on the farm. Killed it and cooked it with my own hands.” Paddy said as he began to slice it. 

“Oh, you didn’t have to do all that.” Louise said from where she stood off to the side, clearly already uncomfortable. 

“You’re our VIP guests. It’s the least we could do.” Ciara insisted. 

I watched as Paddy sliced off a piece of meat and the turn to walk with it over towards my aunt. He approached her, holding out the fort ready for her to eat off of it, “Our gift to you, Louise, the best part of the roast.” He said, bringing it up to her. 

She tried and failed to deflect it to someone else as Paddy insisted further, “Come on, doctor’s orders.” He said and she finally gave in, taking the fork in her mouth. 

I had to hide my laugh behind a cough as I watched it all happen. To tell the truth, I couldn’t tell if he had purposely done it or not, considering she had told them she was a vegetarian in Italy. Either way, watching her struggle to chew it was satisfying. If it were anyone else, I probably would have spoken up on their behalf so they wouldn’t have to eat something they were against. But she was such a people pleaser it was satisfying to watch her reap the consequences of it. 

The rest of dinner went on fairly uneventfully. That was until Ciara turned her attention towards me. 

“So, Yn, why do you still live with your aunt and uncle? You’re old enough to move out by now, aren’t you?” She asked. 

Her question must have caught Paddy off guard as well because his eyebrows shot up as he looked over at her and then to me, waiting for an answer. 

“I’ve been trying to save up to move out, actually. But it can be hard, making a steady income doing what I do.” I said, causing Ben to scoff slightly. 

My uncle didn’t approve of my career choices, saying I would never make a living doing it, but it was my life. 

“Oh, what do you do?” Ciara asked. 

“I’m a photographer. I’ve done a few bigger jobs like weddings, but I mostly try to stick to private photoshoots.” I explained. 

Paddy nodded, “Yeah. I’ve seen her work. It’s stunning.” He said, giving me a subtle pointed look, and I knew what he was actually referring to, “She showed me some back in Italy.” 

“Ooh, I’d love to see them sometime.” Ciara said, and I nodded. 

“Of course. Maybe I can even take some for you while I’m here.” I said.

“That would be nice.” Paddy said with a smirk that only I seemed to catch. 

After dinner concluded, everyone began going their separate ways. Ciara and Louise went upstairs to put the kids to bed, leaving just Paddy, my uncle, and myself downstairs. 

“Are you sure you’ll be okay sleeping down here? You can always stay with Louise if you want to. I can stay down here. I won’t mind.” Ben offered to me out of nowhere. 

“What? Are you and here still having issues? If you don’t want to sleep with your wife, say so. I am fine sleeping down here.” I said, rolling my eyes. 

“It has nothing to do with that, and you know you’re not supposed to bring that up. I just wasn’t sure how you feel being so… exposed to an older man in his house.” He explained. 

“Oh, after Italy, I thought us two were just going to bring up things the other has explicitly told the other not to… and for the record, I feel perfectly safe around Paddy.” I said just as Paddy walked into the room. 

“The two of you have got to try this. Here.” He said, handing each of us a bottle. 

I eyed it suspiciously, waiting for him to explain.

“It’s hard cider, made it myself with our farm-grown apples.” He said, popping the lid off his and taking a swig. 

I followed his lead and did the same with Ben not too far behind me. It was unsurprisingly very good. After that dinner Paddy made, I had little doubts that there was anything he couldn’t do with his hands. 

“Damn, Paddy, this is really good.” I said, before taking another drink. 

“Slow down, killer,” He said, leaning forward as if to say something to just me, but he still said it loud enough, obviously, for Ben to hear it, “I don’t think your aunt and uncle would take too well to me getting you drunk again.” He joked. 

“Getting her drunk again? When was the first time you got her drunk?” Ben asked, clearly suspicious. 

“Okay, maybe not me directly, but when she, Ciara, and I went to the club in Italy, Yn did get quite drunk.” He explained, throwing Ben off his trail immediately. 

Ben nodded, “Oh, that’s right.” 

As the two other adults arrived back down stairs, Paddy was pulling out a hand-rolled cigarette. I eyed it, wondering if it was, in fact, what I thought it was. Neither Ben nor Lousie knew I had ever smoked weed before.

“Geez, it’s so quiet out here. Do you even have neighbors?” 

“Yeah, all the way across the valley, but you know we look after each other,” He paused, taking out his lighter,  “You don’t mind if I?” Paddy asked, hesitating before lighting it. 

When he was met with no pushback, he lit it up and took a long drag from it. 

Ben laughed to himself before responding to what Paddy had just said, “Ours are right across the hall, and I don’t think we’ve ever spoken.” He said. 

“Mr. and Mrs. Gibson. They’re a sweet old couple. Have cute Tabby cat that I’ve taken pictures of before.” I said. 

“Well, I guess Someone has spoken to them. When did you even meet them?” He asked, confused. 

“When we moved in.” 

“Louise, you have a bad neck?” Ciara asked suddenly, diffusing the tension building between Ben and me and drawing the attention to my aunt. 

“No, uh… it’s just something that flares up sometimes.” She said. 

I rolled my eyes. Yes, she had a fucked up neck. Has had it for as long as I could remember, honestly. But again, she’s a people pleaser and would never admit to anyone that she wasn’t 100% comfortable, nor would she ever let anyone know that she and her family were anything less than perfect. 

“Medicinal? It’s homegrown.” Paddy offered her his cigarette. 

“No, thank you. I took a pill.” She said. 

“Oh, modern medicine. It is amazing…” 

As Paddy spoke offered it over to Ben, and I was truly stunned when Ben took it and brought it up to his mouth. He passed it back to Paddy after taking a hit. Truth be told, I wasn’t listening too much to the conversation, too busy watching Paddy as he smoked. The thoughts running through my mind were filthy. Oh, what I wouldn’t give to kiss him right now and have him shotgunning it into my mouth. 

I snapped out of my trance as Paddy leaned forward once again to pass the blunt over to Ben. But before he could grab it, I leaned forward and snatched it. I settled back in my seat with my eyes closed as I took a long drag from it. I slowly exhaled. When I opened my eyes, everyone was looking at me. 

Ben looked just plain shocked, Lousie looked mortified, Ciara seemed slightly annoyed and Paddy looked like a mix between proud and turned on. 

“Yn, what are you doing?” Louise asked. 

“Enjoying myself.” I replied, taking another hit. 

“When did you start smoking pot?” Ben asked. 

“You make it sound like I do it all the time. I just do it when I feel like it. And for the record, like 4 years ago.” I said before finally passing it back to Paddy.

“Who would have thought this perfect, sweet girl would have such a wild streak in her?” Paddy said, leaning back in his chair before taking a long drag. 

“She does seem to be full of surprises.” Ciara agreed, sending a worried shiver down my spine. 

“You don’t even know the half of it.” I said, feeling a surge of confidence. 

I continued to sip my drink and just listened, I had closed my eyes, letting the weed in my system and the warmth spreading through me from the cider relax me. That was until I felt like someone was staring at me. I opened my eyes and scanned the room, expecting to be met with Louise’s unapproving sideways gaze, but she wasn’t looking over here. My eyes then landed on Ciara, and if looks could kill, I would be six feet under and then some. But the moment she saw me catch her eye, she averted her gaze to Paddy as she looked at him lovingly and reached over for his hand. I tried to ignore the pang of jealousy that hit me as I reminded myself that in a few days, somehow, he would be all mine. 

“Well, I think it’s about time we retire for the night. Let Yn get some sleep.” Paddy said. 

“I think that’s a good idea.” Louise said. 

There were plans to go out on a hike the next day so we really should be getting to bed soon. 

“Oh, Yn, just a heads up so I don’t scare you. I do get up quite early to do the rounds with the animals. I’ll do my best to be quiet, though, so I don’t wake you.” Paddy said, sending me a subtle look. 

“Oh, Paddy, I am sure it would be okay if you slept in for once. I mean, we do have guests. I don’t think the animals’ schedules will be thrown off that badly. Besides, you wouldn’t want to accidentally wake her. He’s never quiet in the mornings.” She said the last bit, turning to me. 

“It’s alright, Paddy, I am intruding on your home. Please do what you need to, and don’t worry if you wake me up. I really don’t mind.” I said sweetly enough to let him know I got his hint but not enough to cause suspicion… I hope. 

I was gathering up my PJs and facewash to go get changed and ready for bed in the bathroom when Paddy came back downstairs. At first he paid me no mind as he went to lock the front door. I nearly jumped out of my skin when I turned around and found him standing right behind me. 

“Shit, Paddy, don’t sneak up on me like that.” I said with a small laugh. 

“Sorry, just needed to see you before I go back up there.” He said, reaching a hand up to cup my cheek. I immediately leaned into it. 

We stayed like that for a moment, in a comfortable silence, just reveling in the fact that we were back together once again. Slowly, he leaned down and pressed a gentle kiss to my lips. When he pulled away, he rested his forehead against mine. 

“God, this may be worse than just having the pictures to look at. Knowing you’re down here, so close, yet not being able to have you is absolutely tortuous.” He whispered. 

“Soon.” I said, pressing a quick kiss to his lips, “That’s what you told me, right?” 

He nodded, straightening back up to his full height, and dropped his hand, “That’s right.” 

“What time do you get up in the morning?” I asked. 

“Early. 5:30.” 

“Mhm… out in the shed?” I asked. 

“Sometimes…” 

“Well… hopefully you are tomorrow, preferably with a blanket at… let's say 5:45? Because that’s where I’ll be at that time…” I said sweetly. 

“I think I can manage that. Just know what you agreed to. You sure you’re going to be able to go on the hike later tomorrow after I’m done with you?” He asked. 

“Hmmm, we’ll see I guess.” I said giving him one last kiss, “You should get back upstairs before she gets suspicious.” I said with a sigh. 

“After you.” He said, stepping to the side and nodding me past him to go up first. 

I laughed, knowing he was just letting me go first to stare at my ass, not that I was complaining. When we got to the bathroom, I stopped and faced him. “Good night, Paddy.” 

“Good night, Yn.” He leaned over and kissed my forehead before passing me and heading up to his and Ciara’s room. 

Once he was out of sight, the door to the guest room opened, and my aunt stepped out. 

“What was that about?” She asked, confused. 

“What?” 

“I thought I heard Paddy out here… telling you goodnight.” “He did, he came downstairs to lock up, I was heading up here to change and wash my face.” I said confused by here questing what was happening. 

“Did… Did he, um, kiss you goodnight?” She asked, eyebrows knitted. 

“It was a quick peck on the forehead, no more than the one he gave us when we left Italy. What’s the big deal?” I asked, getting annoyed. 

“Isn’t that still a little weird?” 

“No, I think he’s just friendly. It doesn’t really bother me… Look its late, we were in the car all day I really just want to get to bed.” I said before slipping into the bathroom, not giving her any room to say anything else. 

When I got downstairs I set an alarm on my phone just in case I didn’t wake up when Paddy came down in the morning. Luckily I fell asleep quickly with the anticipation of being with Paddy come moring. 

When my eyes peeked open again I found Paddy sitting at the other end on the couch. He was lacing up his boots seeming completely unaware that I had woken up. That was until he spoke up. 

“Sorry, did I wake you?” He asked with a smirk. 

I stretched some and sat up, “Hm… maybe.” I smiled. 

“Make sure you turn your alarm off, darling, don’t want to wake anyone else up.” He said, leaning over to kiss me. 

I smiled into the kiss, “Should I just come with you now?” I whispered. 

“I was hoping you would.” He said, pulling back and standing up. 

He offered me his hand and I took it. I was secretly hoping my hair wasn’t a complete mess as I slipped on my shoes and followed Paddy outside. The sun hadn’t even risen yet as he led me through the yard, to one of the doors of the shed. He reached into his pocket and pulled out a leather cord that was attached to one of his belt loops on one end and had a set of keys on the other. He unlocked the door before gesturing me in. When he stepped in he shut the door before moving to lay down the blanket on top of the straw-covered floor. 

“Sorry, it’s not the fanciest.” He said, turning to look at me. 

“I don’t care.” I said, immediately closing the distance between us and kissing him. 

His response to the kiss was instantaneous as he took control and backed me up to the side wall. My back hit the rough bricks, but I couldn’t find it in me to care. 

“I’ve missed you darling… missed this with you.” He said between kisses. 

“Take me, Paddy, please.” I begged as he began working his way down my jawline to my neck. I had been dreaming of this moment ever since we left Italy. 

“So eager.” He mumbled against the hickey he was making on my collar bone. 

Part of me was worried it would be seen by the others, part of me didn’t care, but secretly the majority of me wanted them all to see it. I wanted them all to know I was his… especially Ciara. 

Next thing I knew, he was moving us away from the wall and over to where he had laid out the blanket. I kneeled down, bringing Paddy down with me. 

“Wait, what the fuck?” I asked, feeling something weird under my ass. 

I grabbed it through the blanket and found it was a lock. 

“What’s this for? Is it like some secret sex dungeon? Or are you secretly like a serial killer or something?” I teased. 

He let out a small laugh, “It’s nothing. Promise. And do you really think I could be a serial killer?” 

“I don’t know, you may look cute, all covered in blood, chasing me down…” I said, only half joking. 

“What is wrong with you?” Paddy asked in amusement as he shook his head, smiling. 

“Okay… one of my biggest crushes is Billy from Scream, okay? Just something about fucking with their victims before killing them, it’s kinda hot. I know that’s like so fucked up, but I can’t help it! Ever since I watched the movie at like 15, I was hooked, and it never went away…” I admitted. 

“That’s so fucked up, Yn. He killed people…tsk tsk.” He said, shaking his head but still smiling. 

“I know! I know, I can’t help it though.” I said blushing slightly. 

“Hmmm… so you like serial killers then?” He teased. “I mean, I guess in theory.” I said. 

“And in practice.” He said, tone suddenly changing to be much more serious.

On the surface I was confused but something deep down in me understood. 

“Paddy… what do you mean?” 

“I think you’ve already connected the dots… I told you, you wouldn’t be leaving… and I meant it. Your aunt and uncle won’t be either… I want you to be by my side when it happens… you can even help if you want to. Or, you can let me take care of it, let me free you from them… you said you were mine, didn’t you?” He asked, gently caressing my cheek. 

I nodded immediately, “I’m yours Paddy. Please, free me.” 

I pulled him back down to kiss me. He groaned into the kiss, gripping the back of my head to pull me closer. Then in one swift motion he flipped us so that I was straddling his waist. I could feel his hard cock, begging to be freed from his jeans underneath me. I grinded my hips down onto it and let out a soft moan as his bulge bumped up against my clit. 

His hands went to my hips, slipping up under my sleep shirt. It raised up exposing the fact that I hadn’t worn any bottoms. 

“No panties, sleeping on my couch? You trying to drive me crazy?” He asked. 

“Hm… maybe.” I said, pulling away and reaching down to undo his belt.  

I unzipped his pants and he helped me pull them down along with his underwear just enough to free his cock. 

I lifted myself up on my knees and reached down to line him up with my entrance, but he stopped me. 

“Wait, darling.” He said, reaching down into his pocket that had been shoved down. He pulled out a condom and used his teeth to open it before quickly putting it on. 

“There we go, don’t want to risk anything, do we?” He said, grabbing my hips once again. 

He guided me down onto his cock slowly. I let out a loud moan as he stretched me open slowly. Once he bottomed out I sat there for a moment to get reacquainted with the size of him. 

“As much as I love the pretty sounds you make, love, I’m going to need you to keep it down. Okay? Don’t want the wife hearing you now, do we?” He asked. 

I shook my head. Then he gave my hips a gentle squeeze before guiding me to move up and down on his cock. I had to bite my lip to keep from moaning. One of my hands stayed on his chest to steady myself, and the other went down to my clit. 

My pace was matching his pace, slow circles just enough to drive me crazy as the pressure slowly began to build. 

“You’re getting close, aren’t you, darling?” He said. 

“Yeah,” I sighed out, subconsciously speeding up my pace on my clit. Paddy picked up his pace as well, sending me even faster to my climax. 

“Fuck, darling… you look so good, so fucking good, on my cock like that.” He said, and I knew by the way his cock twitched inside of me he was getting close as well. 

“Paddy, shit. I’m…” Before I could finish my sentence, my walls were clutching onto him as I came. 

“Damn it, love…” Paddy groaned as he came as well. 

Honestly, I was cursing that condom from preventing me from feeling him shoot his cum deep inside of me. But I knew it was for the better. We were already taking so many risks together we couldn’t afford to be that risky… not right now at least. 

We both caught our breaths and after a moment I went to lift myself up, but Paddy stopped me. 

“Not yet, just come here, darling.” He said pulling me down to lay on top of him. 

I laid down gently, resting my head as best I could onto his chest. 

“I fucking missed you, darling, and your perfect pussy… it truly was made for me, wasn’t it? All of you was made for me.” He said, rubbing his hand up and down my back. 

“Only you, Paddy. I want to help kill them. All of them… I just have two conditions.” I said. 

“What are they?” 

“I get Anges and… I get to kill Ciara.” I said, turning my head to look at him. 

“Who said anything about killing her?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. 

“I did. I said I am yours, if that’s true, then you don’t need her anymore. She needs to go too.” I said simply. 

He smiled evilly, “I like your logic, dear… you have yourself a deal.” 

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Sean, my new PT

I saw a sports medicine doc back in the spring for my lower back pain, which has persisted since April 2022 despite ample rest, medication, 4 months of physical therapy, all kinds of exercises, and plenty of copays. This doc was amazing - so much so that I am now considering going into the specialty despite never having given it a second thought prior. Her treatment plan essentially boiled down to having me try working with a new PT, someone on her team with lots of experience with athletes in my age group and spine/hip pathology in particular. I finally had my first appointment with him today after booking it right after my MCAT (I know I'm generally healthy and in no place to complain on my own behalf but seriously smh @ our healthcare system bc patients always have to wait forever to be seen).

I love physical therapists, and in general, the study of physical therapy and kinesiology. For reasons similar to why I fell in love with yoga, I am consistently amazed by how such seemingly subtle stretches, movements, and form adjustments can make a world of difference in someone's pain or mobility, and how people I've met for mere minutes can tell me things about my own body that I've never known despite being the sentient soul living inside of it. I remember meeting Marcus (a personal trainer I got one free session with at my gym) and Kim (my physical therapist from Oct-Jan) and feeling stunned by how quickly they were able to catch on to my left hip instability. Today, Sean took my awe to the next level, and I knew he'd be different when the first thing he told me was that he could tell I was left-handed simply from the way that I walk.

He spent a solid hour and a half on his physical exam + teaching me about the how and the why my spine, sacrum, and - news to me - shoulder and cervical have been doing tons of compensatory work (possibly to restore equilibrium from my wack vestibular system. tbd on that) to, at the end of the day, protect me from collapsing, which in my case has resulted in a chronically stiff lumbar region. Yes, my unconditioned glutes, hamstrings, and core may be subject to improvement, but that fact alone can't explain the chronic pain, because if that were the only reason - wouldn't everybody on earth be feeling the same way? For the first time since onset, everything finally made sense. His clinical reasoning took into account all of my unique presentations and deficits, which was extraordinarily appreciated, because up until today I was only ever treated like a generic back pain patient.

E.g. My left hip is unstable when I squat. But why? Unlike the "general weakness" conclusion that I was fed since learning how to do compound lifts, so much clicked for me today when Sean said, yes, the left gives out first - but because the right hip flexor is severely tight, likely from the compensatory work that my spine has been teaching it to do. We did a series of stretches and adjustments together to try and loosen up my hip joint. I felt no different sensation afterwards, but when I tried squatting again - like magic, my left hip didn't give out nearly as much as before. The video evidence proved to me everything I needed to know. I scheduled another appointment with him about a month from now (because I will not realistically have to time or money to drive 30 min away on a weekly basis while I'm in school, also I never understood why I was seeing my other PT weekly because how much progress can I really make in a week?) and he gave me a program to follow until then. I plan on committing to it religiously.

Now that it's been over a year with this pain and consistent disappointment in my lack of progress, I was beginning to accept that this was my new normal. I went in to my appointment today, having almost forgotten about it since I scheduled it months ago, fully expecting to be given generic advice and planning on not seeing him again. I guess I still went because my subconscious had hoped that maybe, just maybe, something would be different this time. And maybe, just maybe, this time it will be.

[softsnzstuff]

Whoops my hand slipped and I wrote it. Hope y’all enjoy. I know it’s been a hot minute since I’ve written.

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It’s the first group stream of the spring - Steve, Eddie, Robin and Chrissy all on their separate coms. The group usually faces off in a few Mario Kart tournaments, and today did not stray from the usual.

They’re competing in a Grand Prix at 150cc. Despite being the worst driver in real life, Eddie somehow held the champion title when it came to Mario Kart.

The gamers were all hyper-fixed on their screens as the chat went off in the bottom corner. This was the second of four courses.

“Oh MY god,” Robin snorted, “How is Steve so bad at this game??”

The brunette had just overshot a turn and fallen off the edge of the road.

“Listen Robs, I’m the best driver here.”

“Yuh in real life.” Robin mocked, “That doesn’t matter here.”

It’s where it matters most

Steve sux at this game wtf

“Yeah, I mean. Eddie’s the worst driver and he’s in first.” Chrissy giggled.

“I don’t know whether to scold you or thank you, Cunningham…” Eddie squinted, eyes darting to her picture on the screen briefly.

“You look too soft to scold me today, bean.” Chrissy laughed.

She wasn’t wrong. The eldest of the group was leaned back in his gaming chair, knees tucked up by his chest. He had a bright blue fluffy blanket draped over his shoulders.

“How dare you make fun of a dying mahhh man- T’sch! h’ixxtCH! Ng’TchUU! - snrff” Eddie had ducked down into a fistful of tissues that materialized from within his blanket.

“Bless you.” The other three sounded off.

“You’re not dying Eddie.” Steve rolled his eyes at his partner’s dramatics.

“Then why am’b I in quara’dtine?” Eddie retorted back.

Robin and Chrissy both silent laughed as their jaws his the floor.

“Steven!!!” Robin exclaimed, “You put Eddie in quarantine???”

Oh my god he did not 🤣🤣

Steve why!!!!

I mean I would do it…

“He’s got a bad cold. But it’s on top of his spring allergies…” Steve tried to defend himself.

“And??” Chrissy asked.

“H’eTCH! Isshuu! … T’szziEW!”

Bless you bless you bless you

Bless you

Bless you times three

“And he keeps doing that.” Steve muttered. “I have an event later this week and didn’t wanna risk catching it.”

Eddie just stared at the screen intensely as he quickly wiped at his nose with another tissue, other hand still on the controller.

“You know you’re gonna catch it anyways right? It’s you Stevie, come on.” Robin teased.

“YES!” Eddie shouted as he finished the race in first place, followed shortly by Chrissy, Robin and lastly Steve.

Robin eyed her camera as the third race queued up. “How many of you think Steve is gonna get Eddie’s cold anyways? Let me know.”

The countdown started on the screen and the race begun as chat popped off.

Absolutely

Duh. It’s Steve

He probably already has it and doesn’t have symptoms yet smh

YES LMAO

They’re almost two laps in when Eddie’s nose starts to tickle deep in his sinuses. His eyes start to close as his nostrils flare.

“Hhhh…”

What’s wrong with Eddie?

That’s a funny face dude

I think he’s gonna sneeze again?

Cmon Eddie you’re so close to the finish!

“HIH!” Eddie scrunches his nose trying to will the sneeze away.

“Okay there Eds?” Steve raised an eyebrow.

“Gonna… snehh sneeze…”

He was in first place by a landslide. As he gasped an inhale, he quickly brought the crook of his arm up to his face and used the wrist of his other arm to hold it there, controller completely useless.

“H’MPTCH! ii’SHHiew! H’eKSHT! SNF … fuck!”

He blinks himself back into concentration, holding the controller with two hands again.

Bless you again

Poor guy’s really sick

Stupid allergies

“Passed ya!” Chrissy teases as the speakers sound, letting everyone know she’s now on her last lap.

“Only because I’b dyi’g.” Eddie gave a watery sniffle as he dragged the backside of his wrist under his damp nose.

He glanced the chat and smiled weakly. “Awww thank you for the bless you’s.”

Chrissy finishes this race in first, Eddie very closely second followed by Robin and Steve.

“Dammit!” Eddie mutters, pulling a handful of tissues out and blowing his nose.

“Yes! Yes yes yes!!!” Chrissy did a little dance in her chair.

“Yeah yeah, enjoy it while it lasts, Chris…” he mumbles from behind the tissues.

“Nice job Chrissy!” Robin shouts through her headset.

��Finally someone else can take Eddie down.”

“Sore loser are we, Harrington?” Eddie scoffs.

The fourth and final race starts and Eddie is determined. He sets the box of tissues down on the table and shifts so he’s now sitting cross legged on the chair, leaning forward.

The four streamers take off, drifting over sharp turns left and right.

“Eddie ya know if chrissy beats your ass in this race she dethrones you?” Steve smirked in realization.

When no response came, everyone looked to his screen. Eddie looked to be fighting off another sneeze.

“You okay there Eds?” Steve laughed knowingly.

A hand lifted off his controller just long enough to flip Steve the bird before it grabbed hold of the fluffy blanket and pressed it firmly to his face.

“HEH’ iiKSH!” His head bobbed down as he sneezed wetly into the blanket. “…t’isshu! H’kTCH!”

“Gross Eddie? Really??” Robin screamed.

“Into my blanket Eddie??? Come on.” Steve grumbled.

“Bla’dkets can be washed, Steven. M’by champion title cannot be reclai’bed.”

Chrissy just laughed at her best friend.

Yeah… that’s very Eddie

He’s not wrong

Gross dude

On STEVE’s blanket???? He’s DEF getting sick…

Eddie sped through the finish line and huffed a sigh of relief, setting the controller down and reaching for the tissue box once again. He plucked a few and muted his microphone so he could gurgle into them briefly.

He grabbed a fresh one to wipe at his nose one more time as the others bantered, leaning back in the chair.

He pressed a button on his headset to unmute the mic.

“Wanna go another round Dingus?” Robin offered up.

“Umm I feel like my head is full of goo.” Eddie groaned, consonants rounded with congestion. “I think I’m gonna call it and go lie down.”

The girls have a sympathy frown, knowing he must be feeling bad if he’s turning down the chance to show off his Karting skills.

“Awww alright Eddie. Hope you feel better!”

After saying some brief goodbyes, the four logged off of their respective computers, stream offline. Eddie flopped onto the couch and groaned again, closing his eyes and hoping the sinus headache would go away, when he heard the door to his streaming room open.

He opened one eye and glanced over to see Steve standing in the doorway holding a bottle of antihistamines and a blue Gatorade.

“Don’t come too close - you’ll catch your death.” Eddie teased, coughing lightly into his elbow.

“Brought these for you dummy. You sound awful…” Steve looked sheepish, “Figured I should stop being a shit boyfriend and look after you.”

Eddie raised an eyebrow, “What about your event?”

Steve shrugged, “Doesn’t matter. Wouldn’t be as fun without you anyways… gimme a hug?”

Eddie grinned and opened his blanketed arms making room for Steve, who set down the bottles and cuddled up next to Eddie. The older man closed his arms around Steve, blanket engulfing them both.

They lay there in silence for a few minutes before the younger man quickly ducked down into Eddie’s chest “HRUSSSHEW!”

Eddie quickly looked down at Steve and then kissed the top of his head. “Sorry…”

Suddenly very much in the mood to write Streamer!Eddie suffering through a cold on top of his seasonal allergies on a stream 😳 do I do it….?

[ppnuggie]

YOUR PREDATOR HEADCANONS ARE SO GOOD!!! I really love em sm! May I request maybe hcs of fugitive, jungle hunter, assasin and city hunter with a mate or s/o that likes to overwork themselves out of boredom? Maybe their mate usually goes on duo hunting missions with them but they start to notice they also take solo missions even if they just finished one?? they tend to forget that their human and humans need rest smh-- I am very sorry if this is too specific and you can ignore this if you want-- Make sure to rest and take your time in writing other more requests, I hope all goes well for you and overall take care of yourself!!!

(Almost forgot to mention the gender but gender neutral is a-ok to me)

　　　　　　PREDATOR x gn human reader

　　　　『　fugitive ,, jungle hunter ,, AP ,, city hunter ,, gender neutral human reader 』

　　-> predators w/ a gn human s/o who overworks themselves out of boredom

　　— fluff ,, sfw ,, crack ,, comfort ,, slight tw for bad health behaviors

　　— ahhh tysm !! 🥹🤲❤️ im so glad you like my writing 😭😭🤲 ill do your request np ! <33 tysm for requesting too btw !! so far its all been okay ,, been more sleepy then usual but thats bc of school 🙄🙄 tho i was half asleep on the bus tryna write this so there might be some spelling errors 😭

fugitive ::

• he worries over you often when you do this ,, as there are many dangers out in the universe and you’re so fragile 😭❤️

• he at least insists that you let him tag along ,, just to make sure he can at least protect you from something that might happen

• he makes sure you at least rest too ,, he knows the capabilities and limits of humans’ bodies ,, especially if its you

• he does nag a bit but other then that hes just worried over your safety <33

jungle hunter ::

• the moment he sees you taking hunts ,, hes puffing his chest in pride at how strong his mate is ,, look how awesome they are !

• but when he learns of the fact that youre taking them more often then you should without regarding your health ,, he thinks to himself about the situation

• the moment you get back from a hunt ,, hes standing there with his arms crossed and a huff ready to be puffed out his mouth

• hes equivalent to a mom scolding her kids ,, except hes scolding you for disregarding your needs before he decides to spend more time for the rest of the day with you

ap ::

• he wont notice ,, hes busy as ever and doesnt have much time to bother wasting ,, so he wouldnt be aware of your habit

• until hes free for once that is ,, looking all over the place for you and getting grumpy about the fact he cant find you

• he definitely wouldnt admit it ,, but he did think you were stolen from other yautjas or another alien species out there

• not until he notices you coming back from a ship with other yautja who go on hunts does he catch wind of whats been happening

• like jungle hunter ,, hes gonna be there to complain and fuss about it ,, not so much as a ‘i was worried’ sort of way but more of a ‘you dare leave me to myself without notifying me of where you go?’ sort of way

city hunter ::

• hes like jungle hunter at first ,, proud of you but he’s definitely gonna make fun of you and discourage you from hunts

• saying youre too weak and puny and fragile to take on hunts ,, that you should leave those to actual yautja and not to your little human self

• he finally shuts up about it when you come back from back to back hunts ,, tapping his foot as he watches you make your way towards him

• hes definitely a karen about it ,, leaving him for multiple hunts for too long without even a kiss or hug or goodbye or at least mentioning how strong he is 😤😤

• hes gonna give you the silent treatment before he decides youve been punished enough and immediately asks for affection in the worst way possible 💀

• aka this mf grabs you and drags you to your room to just lay in bed and cuddle ,, and maybe eat all your snacks whilst hes at it yknow

[0coldphantom0]

Reasons why they get no bitches: ✨La Squadra edition!✨

Back at it again with some lovely ☺️ personal headcanons for them jojo bois.

Ps.My askbox is open for requests so send me any requests ( make them juicy).If i catch any minor asking for nsfw stuff you will be 🌸blocked 🌸

Risotto:

- Given how the mafia works, i presume theres a certain quota most ppl have to follow as to not get killed or be looked down upon, so him being in a relationship would place him at a disadvantage strategically speaking.

- Not to assume there haven’t been moments where he could’ve gotten bitches.I have a presumption that somewhere down his Passione career one or two unlucky bastards tried to bribe him with promises of pussy in the hopes of living to tell the tale.It didnt work.

- Im a sole believer that if this man was ever pissed off by a woman hed forcefully make her bleed from her cooch istg ( this is a joke.I am joking, please dont come for me i am but a mere idiot)

- “Im on my period” “im aware :)”

- ✨attachment issues✨:/.

- Lacks the ability to turn off his work mode aka will intimidate ppl without wanting to

- Hyper analyses your body language to a point where you can’t decipher whether hes checking u out or planning how big the hole he must dig for your corpse gotta be smh what a turn off

- Socially inept oh whats that a convo needing his opinion thats not related to his work?? * turns invisible*

- Whats that a convo needing his opinion that IS related to his work??? You a cop or smth?Dont ever ask that again

- Many would find his field of work impossible to adapt to, lets for a second imagine living codependently with an absolute felon, this man went to jail for sure.Most people look funny at smokers let alone someone like him.

- Not to mention the utter anxiety he without realising creates.Sure its fun to cause someone to twitch in fear when theyre some dude you gotta off but when youre the one sitting in front of this man and all he does is squint in disapproval, or lowers his tone…it can only cause for some issues.( unless youre into that then sure have fun being on the edge all the time ig )

- He bottles his emotions and denies the extent of his affections, so man probably wont tell you how he feels abt things, and i can bet money that if youre an emotional kinda pal, he’ll disregard your feelings a lot “because how is there something to fix when nothing is broken “ and “deal with it” are his go to.

Pesci:

- *vaguely gestures at his whole design *

- Either examines everything his crush does with a fine comb or the opposite.This can lead to some awkward instances where he either spews out the most incomprehensible gibberish before making a run for it or not hear a single word if you ask him a question, ending up in him forgetting where and what he is doing.

- Got that heavy dose of toxic masculinity and inferior complex all thanks to all the other guys he hangs with ( im looking at you illuso, cheese and ham >:()

- With that being said its safe to assume that most of the time hes also used as the butt of the joke or even as a leeway to the other members in his group to yoink a gal or two due to his gullibility.Hed be the ugly fool whod annoy the wee damsel and in turn lead to someone else “intervening “ ( in short, prosciutto has and will steal any girl pesci likes as means of teaching the boy a “lesson “ which is bullshit,we all know he’s doing if for fun )

- Push over and a half

- Shitty fashion sense

- I dont believe this man has ever fucked.Like, at all.

-bitchboy and a half, i feel like the moment you raise your voice he winces. Go girl give us lack of confidence, im sure thats attractive :/

- am convinced this man knows zero abt girls, to a point where if he held hands with one his brain would implode.

- I do believe he in a way over glorified being part of the mafia similar to Giorno. The big difference between them is that whilst golden boy drank piss to end kids having a meth addiction, My headcanon is that Pesci thought hed be gaining some respect and power by joining the gang, and spitefully be able to rub it in whoever’s face he could.This also means getting bitches- in this moment he fails to acknowledge said bitches are far and few for his organisation ( unless youre counting prostitutes)and the ones who do be, are probably not going to mingle with someone from the hitman team.

Prosciutto:

- smokes like a chimney (when stressed)and prob a big coffee drinker, i cant imagine finding that pleasant when kissing

- Cheapskate for anything that isnt him. He will buy those gucci socks, for himself.Depending on how much worth he places on the “bitches” hell either flaunt money but share none or hand u a generous tip of 5 lire and tell u to get urself someting nice:)

- Has this sense of entitlement worse than illuso, and also a bit of a saviour complex.Sure on the surface it might come off as him being patient and wating to provide for the crush, unfortunately this manifests through him controlling not only what you do but your opinion on any matter too.Should you speak / act out of line, you now have to redeem urself by kissing ass :/

- everything becomes monitored too.Hes basically in the mindset of training this person to be his ideal from the getgo. Isnt that so wonderfull.

- Imagine if your s/o bitched abt everything you do like a strict parent… how hot…😒

- Kinda misogynistic ngl, even by the standarts of then, hes got a very set way of thinking and acting around someone depending on their gender. Now if you happen to be nonbinary, depending on “which side of the scale you lean on” and by that i mean if prosciutto considers you more masc / fem leaning he will treat you as such.neither side is more torelable than the other, hes temperamental as shit.

- Reeks of that toxic masculinity, i can therefore say this man will never show an ounce of vulnerability thats genuine.ever.

- He cares abt his outward appearance to a point where he deadass cant take a joke.Its fine if he picks on how you dress but for someone to do that to him??? No.

- Also has a bit of a substance problem. I headcanon him as enjoying a little bit of that cocaina and some opium from time to time.

Illuso:

- hes just a massive dickhead all year round

- Snoops worse than the rats in your walls ONG

- Zero privacy with this guy, he knows exactly what you’re doing all the time and will use that to pull shitty pranks on you

- He will also use said knowlege to your disadvantage. Cant back out of his dates due to a “tight schedule” because he knows everything you do in a week and should you try to bluff him HE WILL KNOW.Throws a tantrum like no other if you dont wanna hang out with him.

- Will guilttrip you into oblivion.Theres also a chance of him verbally and physically bullying you as means of all the attention to be on him.

- Believes hes a god sent gift to the world.why are you laughing???? Hes hot shit???

- Gaslighting is his middle name. Illuso cant take rejection at all, he cant accept someone he finds attractive to not feel the same about him.

- Narcissistic and a liar. He gives me the vibe of someone who will not tell you anything truthfull about what he does and who he is and thats due to both his workfield scaring off potential “bitches” and because he think no matter the person, theyll try to manipulate him into doing something he doesnt want/ useless to him.

- Possesiveness issues. Hell deny it into oblivion but the apple of his eye is his and his only- his jealousy knows no bounds so should you literally care abt anything or someone else hell turn it into a “its all about illuso” moment.

- Oh , youre getting all dolled up to go out, its for illuso. Reading a book? Youre doing it for him to notice!Shivering because you are cold?? You want him to come and hold you. Mind you theres a 50/50 chance hes applying said thinking to someone who is unaware of his existence.just like Ghiaccio.yikes.

Melone:

- his criminal record

- Depraved mf worse than the guys youd find on 4chan

- The type of guy you never want to own favours to under any circumstances

- he is a noncon enthusiast ,i wont elaborate

- Foot fetish . No.just no. Out of all body parts???? Really??!?!

- Lets not even talk abt his stand we all know they r meant to represent the persons soul…..so his just erm 👁👁

- To add to that, hes a bit of a psychpath, in the sense that as much as he seems eager to jump into someones pants, he lacks in the “human connection “ department.

- Idk man Melone gives me the vibes of an individual who can act normal but thats it, its all an “act”. His affections and speech is very coordinated, almost as if hes running an experiment with the person he finds attractive.You can sense that the persona he give off is not genuine, rather scripted- and it probably is because he fails to understand emotions to begin with.This will make you uncomfortable so kudos to that :(.

- Big time commitment issues. The probability of him seeking out several “bitches” at the same time in the same place is 99% likely and has in the past lead people into a sense of trust and security only to pull back and act like theyre a total stranger.

- His opinion changes like the weather depending on who he talks to. Melone has the ability to agree and disagree about a topic in the same sentence. Sure he can pick up on the topic and be quite informative,as long as its factual information.This can be a bitch to deal with if you ask him anything or are Ghia and wanna vent out your frustrations.

- Will definetly not care about your boundaries. The scary part is hell twist it so that should you try to protest or bring it up, itll fall on deaf ears.

- Got in trouble in the past for slipping drugs into peoples drinks to watch and see what happens for his own entertaintment,including his coworkers outside misions.

- He also wont hesitate to hack any device you use as means to finding blackmail in case you try anything funny.(and take some dna for babyface if he really considers you a nuisance)

Formaggio:

- personal hygiene has left the chat, id be very wary to shaking hands with this mofo becus he does not wash his hands, let alone anything else

- Probably makes very crude jokes at the worse moments in convos

- He also gives me the vibes of that kid in the neighbourhood who killed small animals and set fire to shit for fun.He prob still does this (this is supported by the spider torture scene and the fact that he treat his cat like shit)

- His pickup lines suck ass, you will visibly cringe

- Sneaky bastard, anyone who catches his attention has at some point or another been spooken by his ability to appear at any given moments due to his stand.Good luck trying to hide something from him or talk shit.Will also use his ability to be a complete creep and compliment how you smell of your underwear choice, even if you ,a, never uttered a word to him or ,b, were nowhere close near him…..yeh..

- Hes the one who will kiss ass so much to a point where everything he does and says ends up making him look slightly unhinged and desperate.Not below straight up pestering you until you finally agree to something ( sex or doing what he wants)

- He sure talks an awaful lot but thats about it. The old bark and no bite kinda deal. He will take you out to expensive dinner he says and then he takes you to the cheapest bar he can get drunk at, only to make you stop bringing his promises up again.Will act a stranger to your dissatisfaction!

- A bit of a leech. Hes known to have broken into his crushes house to “borrow something”, yes your valubles and underwear are gone.

- Good luck living with him because he doesnt pick up after himself at all.He makes the kitchen and bathroom a health hazard AND doesnt flush the toilet either.

- Another one with trust issues. Because hes a nuisance and a bit insecure ( but to lazy to put in the effort) hes bound to blame other people for things he does and will be very quick to accuse a person of not being faithful, even if theres zero evidence.Rebutting this will be hard and he can only be shot down by doing what he wants, and apologising even if you did nothing wrong.

- Hates being given the cold shoulder and will call you every name in the book if you dont stop.

- Will act clueless when things get hectic and only apologise after theres no chance of fixing it. “Sorry about the toaster bbygorl dw ill buy you another”. He wont, but will get mad about not getting to enjoy toast at your place anymore.

- Like Illuso he can be a bully. Will mock and pick on you to get a rise outta you and to make his teammates laugh. He will pretend like nothing is wrong AND get butthurt if you pull away from him when he wants a kiss.

Ghiaccio:

- ……… where do i start

- That scowl alone is enough honestly

- Hes got the posture of a shrimp, so fine so curved ( bitch me too) and its all because of his laptop use.

- I can see him try to impress someone by bitching abt something to appear smart but it ends up in a one way convo, even if you try to join in he cuts you off or talks over you

- Overly cocky . I applaud his determination to be the best™️ in everything he does- heres the problem, no body likes a smartass with a temperament aqute to that of a Tasmanian devil.

- Assumes things about his potential love interest but never actually asks whether or not said presumptions are true or false. And he never will, unless you spell it out for him due to his inability to admit he could ever be wrong about what their fav activities are, after all HE picked this person and HE knows best.

- He believes he can read a person to filth. Sure that may be true regarding anything to do with his work aka body language and weaknesses- but that doesn’t necessarily apply to personal stuff sooo….

- Issues with control. Ghiaccio will always have the upper hand in his relationship or so help whoever happens to be the closest to him.Genuinely cant envision this man feeling comfortable if the crush happens to be a bit more on the independent side of tings.As much as hed love a debate buddy hed rather you just agree with him so he can get to his point.

- And the funny part is that he’s probably a big hypocrite with that too.Ah the double standard of having to please a man who cant admit anyone being better than him yet at the same time wants somebody who he can swing about like a trophy and tell the rest of his teammates that they can shove it up their ass cuz “hes got the hottest bitch, and it wasn’t by means of money or threatening, its because hes JUST SO DAMN BETTER THAN EVERYONE ELSE”

- Ghiaccio’s keen eye and expertise in the how “to get bitches “ means he’s already on his third honeymoon with the love of his life who can only be so happy they get to fuck him and be tolerated by him and ooo theyre in the bedroom and-

- Have I mentioned this process of thinking is taking place whilst lurking and stalking the person rather than being a normal human being and just go and have a chat? Oh I haven’t? It’s probably because the ice gremlin has gone a few steps ahead of his plan but forgot to actually touch base with said person and is instead intently staring at them like a maniac without blinking.From across the room.Even Melone is throwing him side glances.

-Physical touch. Has a habit of being grabby should the crush show a smidge of interest in him.Ice boy will take every opportunity to have some part of him touching the person, annoyingly so, because he himself is touched starved.Dont try to reciprocate said touch unless you’re planning to be smothered consistently by his advances.If you’re thinking its soft uwu touches you’re very wrong. His composure makes it seem like he’s challenging you to a fight more than asking to snuggle.Very anxiety inducing and rather hard to get out of his grip once he has you.

- Lord forbid his target is talking to another person he deems a threat because hes prone to start fights and has ended many with plenty of people having a trip to the ER

- he drives with pure unadulterated malice and will curve swerve every chance he gets so any bitch he does get will definitely end up with severe nausea and promptly make an exit turn the moment they get out the car.

Sorbet and Gelato:

-Deadass, if they’re seeking anyone, that person will go missing.

- They have each other, thats facts, they are the bitches, the gay bitches.good for them

-I dont think anyone is capable of dealing with these two because all they care about is money and violence, anything else is considered unnecessary and a waste of time.

- Any “bitches” desiring their affections will be shot down on the spot, with a gun.Most likely by Gelato because hes a very possessive and jealous mf.Sorbet is very aware of this and unless hes bored and wants to see some discourse, he will be very unapproachable to a point where you have to be void of any fight or flight instinct to get close.

-Theyre a couple with a lack of care to anyone who doesn’t provide them with money, entertainment or drugs and the only affection they show is to one another.Any unlucky soul who somehow ended up in their bedroom will die miserably.

-Sadists with a capital ,s, if theyre down to be part of the hitman team for financial gain do you honestly believe they have any consideration for peoples lives, let alone their feelings???? Yeah no.

-Dont you also find it quite interesting that they were the first of the squadra to go?? Like for a second there sure, “it’s because they tried to get information” on diavolo, but I also have a feeling they could’ve been a genuine threat to the boss.I like to believe that if they didnt get offed so quickly, the way the squadra organised their traitor plans would’ve probably earned more damage to the Passione’s business than even Bruno’s team.

[kira-fluff]

Imagine the bros with someone who was a gremlin as a child and just nonchalantly tells them their stories. For example in kinder I got dared to put a rock in my ear and my little five year old self was not gonna back down. I had to get that rock removed by a doctor 😭.

a/n: i love this oddly specific request as well as the flawless usage of the descriptor "gremlin". i too was a lollipop-stuck-to-hair, hot-mess-express child. thank u for sharing your amazing story x i took the liberty of using as many funny childhood stories as i could remember, as well as your own (thought it a befitting tale to tell to lucifer lmao) disclaimer: this is assuming that you had a childhood full of crazy events, but none including ab*se of any kind. these are silly, funny memories, not ones that would hurt you to this day. tw: language, mention of children in the future (not totally breeding kink tho), established relationship unclear so just decided that for yourself bc im lazy

reacting to funny stories from your childhood - obey me! brothers x reader

stories of your childhood were always something most found entertaining, but you found that these stories intrigued your demon roommates even more so. it started off as a comment you'd mentioned off-hand, but the brothers urged you on, hooked on hearing some of your stories - after all, it had been a few hundred years since they'd been children.

"...so one time i got dared to put a rock in my ear and, of course, only losers back down from a challenge--" "you didn't" "--so i put that rock right in my ear! then i had to go to the doc to get it taken out, but at least my friends knew i ain't no pussy." "of course you did."

lucifer

trying to pretend like he doesn't care

but is easily baited into the conversation when mammon says "the person who knows the most 'bout y/n is obviously ME!"

rolls his eyes, but you can see his head turning to listen to you better

is rude af about it once you finish your story smh

"it all makes sense now, that rock must've replaced your brain"

smirks throughout the story, making focused eye-contact with mammon because his dumbass did the same thing. LAST. MONTH. (for a bet, of course, that he lost)

scoffs at your story, but can't help but continue to listen with a smile

he's got it bad

feels the need to one-up your stories with stories of his own (that aren't embarrassing at all, but that prove that even at the age of 2 he was a badass)

can't help but let his mind wander to having a child with you (he's domestic af okay)

"let's hope your our child inherits more of the father's genetics"

i dare you to smack him upside the head he deserves it for being a snarky little whore

just run away after, it's not like he'll catch you he def will

"...and then my sister took my doll, so then i tackled her to the ground and started chocking her. she passed out but she had it coming. my mom grounded me for like a month but i didn't care because guess what? my sis never took my doll again" "remind me not to take your shit anymore oh fuck--"

mammon

oh? cute stories about your childhood?

he's all ears

can't help but turn it into a competition to see who knows you the best or who your favorite is

so badly wants you to say it's him ;-;

was expecting stories about maybe the time you made your first friend or when you learned your first word

nope

he's over here sweating bullets because did he remember to put back all that stuff he took?

he wasn't gonna sell it or anythin'.. he just kinda likes the way yer stuff smells... not in a creepy way though, ok?!

and like, you hadn't noticed yet

so of course he was gonna keep some of your stuff!!!

but.. but you choked your sister for stealing a doll?

not even lucifer was that... extreme

may or may not find him in your room, putting all of your things back in the places he recalled he'd taken them

you'd just laugh, saying you didn't mind as long as it wasn't something you really needed

he breathed a sigh of relief

he was genuinely about to shit his pants when you walked through the door

"'m too young to die! swear i was jus' lookin' at 'em!"

"..one time my dad was in a bad mood so he got mad that i passed the ketchup bottle without the cap facing DOWN so that all the ketchup was able to be poured out quickly. so then, when he asked me to pass the salt, so i looked at him, then turned the salt shaker face down and handed it to him as the salt was pouring out..."

leviathan

already tweeting "STORIES FROM Y/N'S CHILDHOOD?!?!??! #REALSHITSABTTOGODOWN #STANRURICHAN"

spurs him to tell his own stories about his childhood (he wants to share but swears its sO emBarrAsSinG"

swears he was into anime as a newborn

is honestly a lil giddy to hear your stories and laughs at them just as much as everyone else

whenever you come into his room while he is gaming he wants you to tell him more of the stories from your childhood

"LMFAOOOOOOOOOOOOO Y/N IS A SAVAGE"

doesn't find it hard to believe that you were just as sassy as a little child

you're just like him <3

kinda blushes imagining the two of you being childhood besties uwu

like he gives bullied in high school vibes for some reason idk

i can just imagine the two of you being the best of friends

you'd make him lil flower crowns while he ranted to you about his pokemon card collection

he's so SOFT for you omgggg

would quite literally die for you if he had to but im getting off topic

anyway, please never stop talking to him, it's his number one fear <3

giggles in the dorky way he does when you get super expressive

"...there was this day when i was eight and i didn't want to go to school anymore and i was bored in class so i decided right then and there that i would lose my tooth and get one of those crappy-looking 'tooth necklaces'..... not five minutes later, i ripped my front tooth out and was sent to the nurses with blood dripping down the hallway. i was so proud of myself but it turned out i had accidentally ripped out an ADULT tooth. my parents were pissed, but i was proud because i got to go home and eat ice cream for two weeks."

satan

THRIVES off the stories of you being a little shit as a kid lol (or the stories of you being a little shit now)

that being said, WHAT THE FUCK

he forgot how wild kids can be, much less YOU

i mean, you were sent to the demon world and all you did was shrug and roll with it??? who even are you????

you even felt a little bit of pity for your parents, bless their souls

he smirked at the part where you got out of school as you clasped your chest proudly

it was cute to watch you get excited about all your little adventures from when you were younger - it's hard to believe that was only a few decades ago (to him)

finds himself looking for the you now in your old self

he's easily able to identify some of your key traits: stubbornness, strength, optimism, kindness, wit...

you were always this way, he thought, and it was reassuring.

a little smile crept up his face, taking over the neutral expression that once adorned his soft and regal features

you were always something something special

"...and then the teacher was wearing this ugly ass skirt and so my sassy little six-year-old self was like 'did you dress in the dark or something? because your shirt doesn't match your skirt'... i feel kinda bad about it now but it was iconic back in the day."

asmodeus

gives you exaggerated reactions to each part of your story, but they're genuine

gASP

hand over mouth

laughs at the parts when you get super animated

insists your are doing her a favor by helping her with her fashion dilemma

honestly he probably has some similar stories to share himself

gushes about how the two of you are so alike that it is shocking

(i mean i guess sorta? jk u wish)

"we're so similar.. let's go to my bedroom and find out what is different"

all his other brothers simultaneously shout, "NO"

i headcanon that asmo has dimples that come out when he truly, REALLY smiles and he does it when you talk about your childhood

you get all excited and he can't help but just shout, "oH you're SO cUTE~~~~~!"

"....i backflipped into the christmas tree and the next thing i knew i was in one of those crusty ass hospital beds. so yeah, i don't recommend doing that."

beezlebub

got lost half-way through the story when he got up to get a snack

next thing he knew you were talking about backflipping???

still though, he found it really cute how you got all soft when talking about the way that your mother started crying once you woke up only for her to fall into a fit of rage the next moment

the moment actually brought tears to your eyes, reminding you of a part of yourself that did really miss home and the people that you left there

his eyes widened, taking in your shrinking form

as if his arms moved on his own, he moved to grasp you in a tight embrace

your sniffles ceased and you even let out a little giggle, "beel, you're squishing me"

he apologized, his purple eyes full of worry and remorse

you only shook your head, mumbling a quiet, "i'm fine"

he realized that even though devildom seemed like home to him now, he also knew what it felt like to have to get used to an entirely new place, especially going from being an angel to a deadly sin

so he cherished those moments in his heart, but he was hesitant to ask you more about your childhood, afraid that the memories, while happy, would also make you homesick

he cares for you so much, don't ever think otherwise <3

"...i skipped class so many times because i slept in - and like, usually i'd just show up late, but i had decided that i will never be that loser who ran to class. if i was gonna show up late, i'd show up looking good. so i'd curl my hair and put on makeup if i was late. i'd be more late, but i'd look like a bad bitch."

belphegor

your "idgaf" personality reflects his quite well

the amount of times he's tried to skip school because of sleeping were too far to count

yet lucifer always forced him to take part in the daily academics activities

honestly sort of jealous of you

still, he gets over it quickly, though, when he sees the cute little crescents that your eyes form

can't help but not be mad at you

and now he knows the perfect person to go to when he wants to escape the world and take a big nap

maybe miss a few classes on the side with you :)

you're his special napping buddy

a/n: this was sorta ass but just ignore it

[violescent-scrolls]

Calling The Haikyuu Boys ‘Dude/Bro’

Pairings: Sakusa x Reader, Oikawa x Reader, Kenma x reader (reader is gender neutral in all three!)

Word Count: ~1.8k

Warnings: mild cursing, mentions of insecurities in Kenma’s but honestly this is mostly just straight up fluff, attempt at humor

A/N: AHH this is my first time writing for most of these characters (I’ve only written for Sakusa once before) so I hope they’re not OOC. These were fun so if you’d like to see these for a particular haikyuu character lmk and I’ll try my hand at writing for them

Kiyoomi Sakusa

This man will not hesitate to shut this down immediately.

Scoffs and grimaces in disgust at your words.

Literally acts as if you sneezed on him or something smh.

Will ask you not to call him that ‘cause he’s your boyfriend, not your *gags and shudders* bro.

Will get very blushy and flustered if you tease him about it.

“Bro, you’ll never believe what I just found!” you exclaimed as you rushed over to your boyfriend, Kiyoomi, who was pushing along the grocery cart as he diligently followed you around, occasionally stopping to pick up items that piqued his interest. You were carrying a handful of disinfectant wipes with a proud look on your face. “They’ve got a buy one get one free offer for the lemon-scented wipes you like so much. What a steal, right? We’re almost out of them at home so I think we should stock up while we’ve got the chance. There were more but I couldn’t really carry them all by myself so I figured we could go back together.”

You were shocked to find your boyfriend scowling. You were so sure he’d be even more thrilled than you were, considering how fast he went through his cleaning supplies. You were even more shocked when he lifted his hand to flick your forehead, not nearly hard enough to hurt, but enough for you to let out an indignant ‘Hey! What was that for?!”

“Don’t call me that. I’m your boyfriend, not your bro.” He damn near whined out. “How would you like it if I called you bro?”

Instead of answering his question, you took this as an opportunity to tease your usually oh-so-stoic-and-unbothered boyfriend.

“Awww, Omi” you gushed, “your wish is my command. What would you prefer I call you? Love? Honey? What about dear? Oh, I know! Sweetie pie! Or how about pumpkin? Perhaps even my beloved?”

The more embarrassing nicknames you suggested, the more flustered your Omi got. While the bottom half of his face was covered, you could clearly see the tips of his ears turn an adorable shade of pink.

“You’re intolerable.” He groaned out, readjusting his mask in an attempt to hide his red face.

He pushed the cart leaving you in the frozen food aisle with about 12 disinfectant wipe containers clutched in your hands.

“Omi! Love! Wait for me! I don’t wanna carry these anymore, they’re so heavy,” you whined out.

“Should have thought about that before being such a brat, babe,” he shouted with a smirk, though he slowed down so you could catch up to him at the end of the aisle, his chest feeling all warm and fuzzy.

Toru Oikawa

Please, he is so dramatic.

Will go all out on the theatrics. Waterworks, whines, the works.

By the end of the interaction you’ll be so done with him you’ll regret your slip up.

One thing’s for sure, you’re never calling him dude or bro ever again.

He’s so embarrassing but you love him so…

You were at the mall doing some window shopping with your boyfriend, Toru, when all of a sudden something caught your eye.

“Bro, look at that shirt and pants combo. Pretty cute, right? Maybe I could wear it next time we go out with our old classmates. I wonder if they have my-”

You were quickly interrupted by Oikawa who let out a gasp loud enough to catch the attention of several people walking by. He held his right arm up to his chest, placing his hand where his heart is located, and looked away from you woefully. Drama queen.

“Dude, what the fuck?” you asked, feeling embarrassed by all the stares. You tried to get him to stop calling so much attention to the pair of you by dragging him along but he only huffed at you.

“Y/N-chan!” Oikawa whined out, “Don’t call me those names. They’re so unromantic. I’m your boyfriend, not some ‘dude’. People will think we’re not together.”

“People will have a real reason to think that if you don’t stop causing a scene,” you warned, crossing your arms. Though both of you knew your threat was as empty as threats could get, you really did want him to shut up so people would stop staring and giggling.

“Don’t say that! You’re always so mean to me, the man you love,” he sniffed, finally looking at you. “There are so many other things you could call me.”

“Like what?” you asked, “Shittykawa?”

Toru let out a scandalized gasp. “Y/N! You’re being so mean to your boyfriend. You’ve been spending too much time with Iwa-chan. He’s such a bad influence.”

He was being so loud right now you could feel the burning stares of everyone around you.

“Toru! You’re being embarrassing right now,” you hissed. You weren’t really mad at him, more so mildly irritated by his childish behavior. After all, you loved your boyfriend very much, theatrics and all.

Toru finally let you drag him to the shop that had caught your eye, but only when you grabbed his hand and intertwined your fingers with his.

For the rest of your visit to the mall, Oikawa kept proposing nicknames you could use for him instead of ‘dude’ or ‘bro’, each one more ridiculous than the last.

“How about… love? My one and only setter? Wait! I’ve got the perfect one. Snookums.”

Kenma Kozume

His reaction would be the most subdued of them all.

That’s not to say the nickname wouldn’t bother him, rather he would let the interaction stew in his brain over hours as he agonized over what you called him.

It won’t be until later when you’re both at home that he tentatively brings up the subject, quietly asking you not to call him that again.

Will probably act like it's not a big deal and it doesn’t bother him but it really does.

He’s literally everything, please reassure him and give him cuddles and call him cute nicknames.

This was one of those rare occasions when the two of you (mainly Kenma) willingly went out to the mall. A part of his computer’s cooling system had been giving him problems and he had a 24-hour charity stream in two days and he really couldn’t afford to have his computer failing him halfway through. Usually, he’d order these things online but with such short notice and his preferred company for buying these sorts of things being overseas, he was worried he wouldn’t be able to get the computer fixed in time. So, with a lack of enthusiasm and you there for moral support, he left the comfort of your shared apartment in search of the nearest reliable electronics shop.

It really wasn’t so bad. It was a Monday morning so there weren’t many people there. He’d been recognized by one or two people but they’d been nice enough, simply saying hi and leaving them be.

While he looked at different pieces, looking for the right one, you’d wandered off to look at the videogames area.

“Dude! Look what they have,” you exclaimed, shoving the slim box with the words ‘Pokémon Legends: Acerus’.

He smiled at your excitement, looking at you fondly as you continued to ramble enthusiastically about the game.

“Bro, I’ve been dying to play this game for ages. I heard the gameplay is totally different from that of the other games. A streamer I was watching the other day said she loved it and she’s got similar tastes to you so I think you’d enjoy it too. Do you think we buy two copies or just share one? You know what, I think we should just get two ‘cause I heard it was kind of addictive and you know how we both get when it comes to video games.”

Kenma nodded in agreement telling you to grab another one and meet him back here so the two of you could pay. He had the computer part he wanted in his hands thanks to an employee who’d been kind enough to notice he was having trouble finding what he wanted, despite Kenma feeling too anxious to request his assistance.

“Woah, your friend’s pretty passionate about videogames, huh? That’s really cute,” the employee commented, something akin to interest shining in his eyes.

Kenma’s skin pricked uncomfortably. Why on Earth would that employee say that? To your boyfriend, no less. The way the guy said that didn’t really sound platonic. Did he- did he think you were single?

All of a sudden, it hit him. You’d called him ‘bro’ and ‘dude’. Those weren’t exactly terms of endearment. To the employee, you probably looked like you were just friends.

You came back with two copies of the game and Kenma quickly dragged you to the cash register before the man could start a conversation with you.

You were worried about how quiet Kenma was on the ride home. Kenma was a quiet person, sure, but when it came to you conversation would flow naturally. Something was obviously bothering the poor man but after dating him for so long and being friends for even longer, you knew better than to pry. He’d tell you what was bothering him when he was ready and any attempts to get him to talk about it before he was ready would only make him act distant.

And you were right, of course. A few hours later you were sitting on the couch of his streaming room, playing the game you had just bought on your switch while Kenma fiddled with his newly repaired PC.

“Hey, Y/N?” Kenma quietly called out to you after a while, voice tentative.

“Yeah? What’s up?” You asked, saving your progress and putting away the consol so you could give him your undivided attention.

“In the future, could you maybe not call me dude or bro?” he asked in a faux nonchalant tone.

Being his long-term significant other, you immediately saw through him.

“Yeah of course. Can I ask why?” you watched as he messed with his setup, lowering his head so that his hair shielded away most of his face from your view.

“It’s nothing,” Kenma mumbled. You could tell he was trying to find the right words, however, so you patiently waited for him to continue. “It's just that… people might think we’re not together if you call me that and I don’t think I like that. Actually, I know I don’t.”

Upon hearing your boyfriend’s words, you were quick to rush over to him and sit on his lap with your face just a few inches away from his.

“Of course, Kenken! I’m so sorry, I honestly didn’t even notice that I called you that. I was so caught up in the game. I’ll never call you that again, though, I promise,” You reassured, kissing the tip of his nose and cuddling up to him in the way you knew he liked.

The rest of the day was spent in a similar manner, with you showering Kenma with affirmations and love and Kenma looking at you with nothing short of pure unadulterated adoration