#But I have a feeling that their end won't be a happy one...

[barrenclan]

"The Vaster World"

Well! This is it! The very last epilogue of "Pinepaw and the Forgotten World"!

This epilogue in particular took me awhile to write, because I had to get it exactly how I wanted. Pinewing and Cormorantleaf's relationship is one of the main focuses of the story, and I really felt I needed to explore it the way it deserved. Especially important to me was showing that despite how much they love each other, there's still a ton of baggage and difficulities they needed to work out. I honestly think it would be unrealistic for two characters with so much trauma to just skip off happily together, but I also wanted to emphasize how they could still reconcile in the end. Not all relationships work out, but Pinewing and Cormorantleaf both felt that the other was extremely important to them, and the relationship was something they both wanted. So they were willing to put in the work of building it back up.

I had a ton of fun drawing older Pinewing and Cormorantleaf. I started doodling Pinewing with full facial hair something like a year ago, and I've been so desperate to finally get it into the comic since. It feels so right for him, like his perfect final form. After a life full of pressure and difficulty Pinewing just wants to be a happy old man who gets to kiss his husband every day, and sometimes profesy the future writ flesh. Goodbye, my little blue cat; I'm gonna miss you.

The title of this epilogue comes from "Mimsy Were The Borogoves" by Lewis Padgett: "They would survive, but they would not know how to swim downstream, to the vaster world of the ocean.”

In the end, the whole project wraps up at 64,501 words, 370 pages, and two and a half years of production time. I started this project expecting it to be a minor thing I occasionally drew on the side, something a few people might find interesting. The enormously positive response has absolutely blown me away and continues to do so, and I am forever so grateful that thousands of people can enjoy and meaningfully relate to this story.

Thank you, as always, to everyone who has commented, shared, reblogged, theorized, made fanart, made fanfiction, told their friends, liked it, or just read it at all. Though I won't go into the specific details, PATFW is an extremely personal and cathartic creation of mine, so the fact that many of you have also told me that it connected with you on an emotional level is genuinely heart-touching. I appreciate all your readership through these years. It means a lot.

-Raz

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[yuujispinkhair]

THE SUMMONING - PART 2

You get hurt, and Sukuna learns the hard way that nothing is as terrifying as the thought of losing you

PART 1

Pairing: Trueform!Sukuna x Reader (female) Genre: fluff + smut + angst with a happy end Word Count: 4.5k Warnings: 18+, mentions of smut but nothing explicit, violence, blood, Reader gets attacked and almost dies, but Sukuna heals her, mentions of murder, mentions of cannibalism. All characters are of age. Minors don't interact. Divider @/benkeibear

Sukuna still visits you every other day, his feet always carrying him back to your little hut in the middle of the woods. Back into your arms, back to this newly-discovered feeling he only gets when he is with you. This warmth, that he never knew before. This fluttery feeling, that fills his chest and makes a smile tug at his lips.

Here in your hut, Sukuna doesn't have to be on his guard all the time. He can let go and just feel. It's a kind of luxury he never had before. When he feels the soft caress of your skin against his. When your warmth envelops him. When he surprises himself by how tenderly he kisses you and how slowly he moves on top of you, inside you, treasuring every moment of your intimate union, committing every gasp falling from your lips to his memory, reveling in the feeling of your legs tightening around him and your fingers digging into the muscles of his broad back, right before his name falls from your lips in the sweetest cries.

Sukuna can't deny that he would like to see you every day. He craves your presence, your touch, your company. He would like to sleep curled around you every night in his bed in his temple. He would like to have you join him during his baths. He would like to have you sit across from him at every meal Uraume serves him.

But when he brings it up one evening when he and you are tangled up in your bed, bodies still hot and sweaty from your freshly spent passion, you smile and shake your head slightly,

"My place is here. I don't think I would be fit to be the woman by your side, my Lord."

Sukuna's first instinct is to bark a command, demanding you to obey him and come with him. Telling you that no one says no to the King of Curses. But he closes his mouth again before his lips can form any words like that. It doesn't feel right to say that to you.

Sukuna almost laughs out loud at the realization. He is a man used to taking what he wants, a man used to everyone kneeling before him and following his orders obediently or dying a gruesome death.

But it's different when he is with you. He doesn't want to scare you or force you to obey his wishes. He doesn't want to use his power and strength against you. No, when it comes to you, Sukuna cannot bring himself to do any of that.

What would your connection even be worth if he forced you to come with him? It would just be like everything else in his life. Empty and fake. Sometimes, Sukuna catches himself thinking that nothing in his life is real. Everyone is just playing an act around him, careful to please the monster they fear. So terrified of him that they do anything to avoid his anger. And others are constantly sucking up to him, wanting nothing more than using him for their own gain. All they care about is his power, his riches, his protection.

How refreshing it is to hear you say no to him. How refreshing it is to see how honest you are. How brave. Sukuna's heart swells with pride and admiration.

No, he won't force you to come with him. He doesn't want to taint what the two of you have. He doesn't want it to become nothingness, just like everything else in his life. When one can take anything he wants without resistance, everything slowly loses meaning. But what you and Sukuna have is meaningful, and Sukuna wants it to stay that way.

And so he just laughs gruffly and tightens his four arms around you, pressing himself against you from behind, wrapping his huge, muscular body around you, holding you at least for a few hours here in your bed, while he adds softly,

"You are the only one that is fitting to be the woman by my side. I hope you'll give it more thought and maybe change your mind, little one. But if not, I will just come find you here. But know that I won't ever take another woman. The place beside me is reserved for you."

Sukuna sees you lift your head and look at him with surprise written all over your face. You reach out, and your tiny hand cups his disfigured cheek oh so tenderly. Caressing him as if he isn't the monster that everyone fears. He leans into your tender touch like a starving man, his four eyes closing momentarily as he just lets himself bask in your loving touch.

Sukuna's enjoyment is still laced with fear. It still scares him what you do to him. How you managed to put him under your spell. He is so strong and powerful, but his heart feels so fragile since he found his way into your arms.

Sukuna sighs and rolls off you, gazing down at your small figure on the bed, letting his hands travel slowly down your naked skin from your shoulders down to your thighs before he straightens up, his hair almost brushing against the ceiling of your small hut.

"Sleep well. I'll come to visit you again soon."

The smile he gifts you is too tender to ever be shown in bright daylight, but here in the dim lighting of your hut, which is only illuminated by several small lanterns, Sukuna thinks it is safe to show such raw emotion.

He walks back to his temple through the nightly forest, taking his time, breathing in the cold night air that carries the earthy scents of the forest. On his clothes, he can also still smell the soup you cooked for him. And underneath that is another smell. Your scent. Flowers and herbs and magic mixed with the sweetness of your sweat and your arousal that is still clinging to Sukuna's skin.

A light chuckle escapes his lips as he slowly follows the narrow path through the forest. Yes, you truly awakened another side of him. Who would have thought that the feared monster could become so tame and so vulnerable for a tiny human woman?

But Sukuna doesn't know just how vulnerable he made himself by falling for you until he returns to your hut three days later.

He is still quite a bit away when his nose catches the faint smell of smoke. His nostrils flare, and all four sapphire eyes scan the trees around him. His strong body is alert, his muscles taut, and his hands are balled into fists as he sniffs the air.

It is unmistakably a smell he is all too familiar with, a smell that he is often the cause of. The smell of destruction and violence. Blood and smoke.

Sukuna breaks into a run before he is even aware of it. He rushes through the forest, his large feet landing heavily on the soft forest trail. His breath is harsh in his ears, and his body is tense, every muscle ready to strike.

He can already sense the tragedy before he even reaches his destination. And he gets the cruel confirmation he dreaded when he enters the small clearing where your hut stands. Or rather used to stand. There is not much left of it.

A fire crackles loudly as the bright flames flicker in the soft breeze, swallowing the wooden structure. Your few belongings are scattered all over the forest floor. The pots you cook your delicious soup in, the little flasks with all the things you collect in the forest, your bedding on which Sukuna made you his over and over again just three nights ago, and the beautiful red silk scarf he brought you as a present, half of which is burned to ashes.

Sukuna has never known fear like this, as when he stands frozen in place, his four sapphire eyes wide open as he stares at the destruction before him. His chest feels so tight. The smoke fills his nostrils and his lungs, choking him. And even worse than that, there's also another all too familiar smell filling his senses. The metallic smell of blood. A scent Sukuna usually enjoys because it means food or that he had fun wreaking destruction. But today, the metallic dark red scent is making him nauseous.

He draws in a sharp breath, finally able to move again as his gaze darts around. He can see a trail of dark red liquid sticking grotesquely to the light green grass that your naked feet used to dance on.

Sukuna follows that trail, not like a hunter this time, but like a man walking toward his execution, mind reeling with dark thoughts, heart heavy, convinced that what he will find at the end of this red trail will bring his demise.

Because how could Sukuna still call himself alive if you were taken from him so cruelly? Was he even truly alive before he met you? Before you kissed him and loved him and treated him like a man instead of a monster?

Sukuna grits his jaw. Either this will lead to the ruin of the feared King of Curses, or it will lead to an even more terrifying rule of terror. He will burn everything to the ground, will burn the whole world down, will cut everything and everyone to pieces, will stand in the flames and watch them all burn and bleed and scream and beg for his mercy. But Sukuna will have none. He doesn't need this world if you aren't in it anymore! His kingdom will be worth nothing if he doesn't have his queen by his side. No one deserves to live when his beloved was taken from him!

Regret joins Sukuna's desperation and anger. Regret that he never told you the sheer extent of his feelings for you. That he didn't court you like he should have.

Sadness threatens to drown him when he thinks of all the half-finished poems lying around in his study in his temple, all his attempts to put into words what he feels for you. Would you have smiled if he had given you one? Would you even have been able to read those poems, or would Sukuna have had to read them to you? Would you have found them beautiful? Would you have understood how much you meant to him?

Did you die crying out for him? Did you die, not knowing that he... that he loved you?

Sukuna's nails dig painfully into his palms, drawing blood, causing wounds he doesn't even bother to heal. He forbids himself to dwell on those thoughts, accelerating his speed as he rushes through the forest.

Sukuna's strong legs sway for a split second when he spots your crumbled figure lying under a tall tree.

He is by your side in an instant, the King of Curses kneeling in the dirt, staining his beautiful white pants with your blood and the muddy dirt of the forest floor, but he doesn't care. His four thick arms instinctively reach out but then stop a mere breath away from your lifeless figure. Scared to touch, scared to cause even more damage.

When Sukuna finally touches you, it is gentle, almost timid. Just his fingertips ghosting over your bloodied skin. He sends his reverse cursed technique through his skin to yours. He doesn't dare breathe, fearing it will be a fruitless attempt.

Fearing you are already gone. Fearing you have already stepped over the threshold to the afterlife without him, lost and lonely, scared out of your mind because he didn't manage to protect you, even though he is the most powerful sorcerer, the most feared monster.

"No."

The word comes out in a broken whisper as Sukuna grabs you and pulls you into his lap, strong jaw clenching when he sees the damage the intruders did to you. The countless bruises, the scratches, the blood, the ripped clothes. A part of him dies in that forest as he stares down at the broken body of the one he loves.

"Come back to me, little one! Open your eyes! Look at me!"

Sukuna's voice sounds like the growl of a wild animal, too harsh and too loud in the otherwise eerily silent forest. He sends more reverse cursed technique through his fingertips, pressing them against your skin, almost crushing you in his urge to heal you.

Fear and anger are a dangerous combination. The words leaving Sukuna's lips are harsh, cruel even, demanding, filled with the desperation of a man who thinks he has lost everything,

"Don't you dare leave me, woman! Open your eyes! I didn't allow you to go! Your King demands you to look at him, you damn brat! Look at me! I forbid you to die!"

Sukuna's voice breaks at the last word. His vision is blurry, and he doesn't know why. Is it sweat running into his eyes? Is it the smoke from your burned-down hut? His face feels wet, and he wonders if it is your blood soaking his skin, marking him with the guilt he feels for not being there for you when you needed him.

Sukuna presses his teeth together. He feels light-headed. From the fear, from the guilt, from the sheer amount of power he is using to send all that reverse cursed technique through his fingertips to your cold, bruised skin. He doesn't care, though. He will give you more. Will give you all of him until he uses up all his strength.

If he cannot bring you back with his power, then he will just die here next to you. Will place his huge body over yours, protecting you from the wild animals who will surely soon be attracted by the scent of your flesh. But they will have to go through him first. At least he will be able to do that for you.

A broken, raw sound escapes Sukuna's throat at the same time as a small, barely audible gasp leaves your lips.

Your eyes open, looking weakly up at Sukuna, staring uncomprehendingly at him. Sukuna draws in a sharp breath, his large hands grabbing you tightly as if he is scared you will slip through his fingers again if he lets go of you. The wetness in his eyes is even worse now, clouding his vision, spilling over, running down his cheeks hot and wet.

Your tiny hand comes up weakly to cup his cheek, just like you always do, gently caressing the black markings on his face and wiping away the strange wetness on his face.

"Sukuna... oh Sukuna. You came. I knew it. I knew you would find me in time."

You speak the words as if you never doubted he would save your life. As if you are completely convinced that your fates are entangled until the end of time. And maybe it truly is like that.

Sukuna lets out a relieved breath. He leans into your gentle touch, turning his face so he can press a kiss to the inside of your palm. He can taste your blood on his lips and the salty taste of what must be his own tears.

How strange. He can't remember ever crying before. Not even when he was just a starving, abandoned child who wandered through the streets looking for a way to survive. Not even when everyone called him a monster and threw stones at him had he ever spilled any tears. But you... you bring out so many new things in him. It's terrifying and beautiful in equal parts.

But right now, all that Sukuna feels is relief. Relief so immense that it makes him grin broadly at you, his chest filled with tingling exhilaration, his mind light-headed as he lets his gaze wander over you, watching your wounds close again, watching the life come back into your eyes.

Just looking at you isn't enough, though. Sukuna needs to touch you, needs to feel your skin becoming warm under his palms, needs to feel your heartbeat under his hand. He needs to make sure you are truly breathing, living, part of this world again. Part of his world. Or maybe not just part of Sukuna's world, but his whole world.

His large hands run over your body restlessly, still sending his healing powers into your skin.

"How are you feeling? Does it still hurt somewhere?"

You shake your head, a dreamy expression in your eyes as you look up at him.

"I feel good. You healed me. Thank you."

A weak but genuine smile lifts your lips, making Sukuna gulp hard. He can't look into your eyes for too long, or he fears you will see too much of the raw emotions cursing through him. Instead, he inspects your body scrutinizingly, checking for even the smallest scratch.

Sukuna is satisfied with what he sees. Your wounds have closed beneath the dried blood. All the broken bones are fixed again. His little fragile bird is whole again. Its broken wings are fixed again.

Regardless, one of Sukuna's large hands is slipping under the torn fabric of your robe, cupping your left breast, pressing his palm against your naked skin, feeling your heartbeat fluttering underneath it, counting it, waiting until it has settled into the familiar, strong rhythm it always has when he rests his head on your chest after making love to you on your small bed.

Finally, Sukuna dares to let his gaze wander to your face, his voice rough when he asks,

"Who did this to you?"

You shake when you tell him what happened. How a group of men came up to your hut as you were cooking, how they instantly attacked you, demanding you to hand over all of your belongings. They took everything of worth from you and then set fire to your home before they proceeded to attack you while laughing and telling you that you wouldn't get out this alive. You tried to run from them, fleeing into the forest, but they caught you again.

You can't describe them other than they had dark hair and black clothes, but Sukuna doesn't need more than that. He can still smell them on you.

He makes sure that you are comfortable, slipping out of his haori to carefully put it under your head as a cushion. Telling you to rest and that he will be back in a short time. He takes your hands in his and brings them to his lips, kissing your knuckles, his blue eyes burning into yours as if he is trying to make you understand he will do anything to make up for his mistake.

Sukuna moves through the forest with all his senses sharpened. In his hunting mode again. The powerful predator chasing his prey. The merciless monster looking for the kill. He can smell the stench of your attackers and can easily follow their trail down a narrow path through the forest.

He hunts them down quickly and finds the small camp they set up by the river, where they cook fish over a fire and laugh and chat as if they didn't just try to take everything from him.

Their laughter stops the moment they see the large, strong figure break through the underwood. And the laughter turns into screams of terror when Sukuna smirks cruelly at them as he snaps his fingers to slash their Achilles tendons, stopping them effectively from running from his wrath.

Now, Sukuna's laughter fills the air as he watches them fall into the muddy grass, scrambling desperately in their attempt to crawl away from him, screaming and begging. Begging for mercy he doesn't have.

"You laid your hands on what is mine. Now, you will suffer the punishment for it."

"Please let us go, Sukuna-sama! We didn't do anything wrong! We serve you devotedly! We would never attack any of the villages under your protection! It was just a useless woman!"

"Silence, insect! I didn't allow you to speak to me. That woman is mine. How dare you touch what belongs to me!"

He sees the comprehension settle over their faces, all hope leaving their eyes as they realize what they did. A satisfied smirk spreads over Sukuna's face as he slowly walks towards them, laughing when he sees their futile, pathetic attempts to crawl away. To escape from The King of Curses. From the God Ryomen Sukuna.

He stops only a few steps away from them, gazing down at them with cold hatred burning in his blue eyes.

"Usually, I would tell my loyal servant to come here and pick up your dead flesh after I am finished with you so they can cook it for me. But rotten people like you don't deserve the honor of being eaten by me. You will decay here in the dirt, getting eaten by worms and other animals."

Their screams, when he uses his power to slice them open and tear them apart oh so slowly, are sweet to Sukuna's ears. But it's not enough. Killing them didn't bring him the peace he hoped it would.

Sukuna knows there is only one place where he will feel better. By your side.

He hurries back to you, the tension leaving his strong body when he sees you sitting up where he left you, wrapped into his haori, hugging yourself and smiling at him. That sweet, warm smile that is always so full of affection.

Sukuna is by your side in a heartbeat, swooping you off the ground and into his arms, cradling you to his broad chest. You laugh, but he can still hear how shaken you are, and it almost breaks him. He feels sick. Sick at the thought of the pain and fear you had to endure. Sick at the thought of what almost happened. How he almost lost you forever.

Sukuna's arms tighten around you, his low voice rough and determined when he tells you,

"You're coming with me. Enough is enough. It isn't fitting for my lover to live out here in the woods anyway, and it surely isn't fitting for my future bride."

Your eyes widen at the word bride, but you smile softly at him, a small hand coming up to touch his chest, resting on his buff pectoral muscles,

"Alright, bring me to your temple until I fully recover. Maybe you can help me rebuild my hut afterward..."

Sukuna laughs gruffly as he presses a tender kiss to your blood-stained forehead. Even now, you so desperately want to stand on your own feet. But it's a small victory, at least. He can bring you to his home, take care of you, make sure you are wrapped in the softest silk, and eat the most nurturing meals to get you back to perfect health.

And who knows, maybe once you have seen the life Sukuna can offer you, you will finally let him have his way and keep you forever.

So Sukuna starts walking. He carries you all the way to his temple and smiles when he hears your soft gasp upon seeing its sheer size.

He tells Uraume to get clothes for you and everything else a woman might need.

"And make sure everything is of the finest quality. I only want the best for my betrothed."

Uraume raises a curious eyebrow at that but bows respectfully and replies with the usual politeness,

"Of course, Lord Sukuna. I will get the finest garments and items for your Lady."

You protest even in your weakened state, claiming that you don't need anything special and that you are used to living a simple life in the woods. But Sukuna just hums softly and carries you deeper into the temple.

"Oh, little one, I know you aren't here for my riches, but just let me spoil you a little bit, at least."

You sigh and snuggle against his naked chest, murmuring something about how good he is to you, and Sukuna can't help but make a strange noise, a low rumble deep in his chest, almost like a purr.

He carries you straight into his bedchamber. A place that is usually sacred to him. So private that no one is allowed in here apart from his loyal servant Uraume.

Sukuna gently lays you down on his bed, careful not to hurt you, gazing down at you with his four sapphire eyes full of love. Finally, the suffocating tightness in his chest vanishes, and Sukuna feels at ease again.

So far, Sukuna has only shared your small bed in your hut with you. But now you will share his bed with him, a huge bed the size of half your hut, with sheer endless silk pillows and luxurious sheets. No one else was ever allowed in here. But when it comes to you, all his former rules don't apply anymore.

Sukuna trusts you. And he wants you here. He wants to share his bed with you, wants to share his whole life with you.

You are his beloved, his woman, his bride.

Sukuna lets his eyes slowly travel over you. Your body is so small compared to his huge bed, but you look so comfortable, and your skin looks so beautiful against his red silken bedsheets. You meet his gaze, looking up at him with trust and love in your eyes. The way you always look at him, despite him being who he is and looking the way he does.

Sukuna smiles at you as he tenderly brushes the hair out of your face.

"Rest now, my love. You are safe here."

He sits on the side of the bed, watching you and petting your hair as you drift off to sleep.

Sukuna can't help but think that this is where you belong. In his temple. In his bed. He hopes you will stay forever. And if not, he will have to find ways to convince you. He will not risk losing you again.

THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR READING!! It's been a while since I wrote the first part of this story, but I couldn't get this version of Sukuna out of my mind again. I am so happy that I finally finished Part 2!

I hope you enjoyed it and that you would like to be Sukuna's bride after reading this 💗💗 I certainly do ;)

Comments and reblogs would be very sweet 💗

[muletia]

I've been thinking a lot about synth-en!obsessed!Optimus lately…

About how his entire personality would do a complete 180, transforming your composed, mature gentle giant into an unpredictable and dangerous mech, one who is constantly teetering on the edge of an explosion as intense as a supernova.

Synth-en!Optimus stops hiding the overwhelming force of his emotions for you. He no longer suffers in silence, expressing them in full, and with that, every ugly truth is laid bare. Every thought, every desire he once buried deep within his spark for fear of scaring you away now manifests through action. No more waiting in quiet agony for one of you to make the first move — Optimus will take matters into his own servos and finally prove to you that you are his everything, and therefore, that he needs you to survive.

Touch is no longer taboo. It is no longer an unattainable dream, suppressed by the fear of breaking you. No, it becomes an obsession. Synth-en!Optimus has no qualms about running his servos all over your body at every given opportunity, regardless of who is watching, acting only according to his own needs. If he returns from a mission late at night to find you asleep on his berth, he feels no remorse when he wakes you by kneading your soft thighs and breasts. And since you're already awake, perhaps you could help him put out the fire that’s been consuming him from the inside out, one that has already caused his spike to slip free, pressing insistently against your thigh…

"I would die for you" transforms into "I would kill for you" as the excessive aggression, a byproduct of synthetic energon, takes its toll. Synth-en!Optimus would snuff out a spark at your command and deliver it to you on a silver platter if it would make you happy, no matter whose spark it was. If you so much as hinted that you wanted Megatron’s spark as a trophy, Synth-en!Optimus would be willing to single-handedly slaughter the entire Nemesis crew, including its warlord, just to meet your expectations.

This aggression doesn’t spare his own teammates, who suddenly must tread carefully around their terrifying, possessive leader. You can say goodbye to your social life for as long as Optimus is consuming synthetic energon because even a simple, friendly conversation is perceived as an attempt to take you away from him. Yet, surprisingly, Optimus remains just self-aware enough to use his natural intimidation tactics first — namely, his sheer size. Not many would dare continue speaking to you when a furious, drug-fueled, unbreakable mountain of a mech suddenly looms over them.

His overprotectiveness also skyrockets under the effects of synth-en. His constant need to be in your presence follows you beyond the base — he insists on driving you to work, the store, and home. But you won't be using a ground bridge, no — Optimus has to personally ensure you arrive safely, dropping you off right at your doorstep, and sometimes even inviting himself inside to stay the night. For your safety, of course. The fact that these little visits always end in interfacing is just a coincidence.

Speaking of interfacing, synth-en!Optimus is a ravenous, insatiable beast.

If, by some unfortunate circumstance, you’re not there with him, he has to resort to frequent self-servicing, though it never satisfies him nearly as much as having his valve wrecked by you or anchoring his spike deep inside your warm, gummy walls.

The need for interfacing haunts him constantly. He wakes up with his interface panel already retracted, spike leaking into the cold air of his habsuite, digits buried deep inside his valve as he fantasizes about you replacing them with your toys. During the day, he suffers through unbearable torment, his spike swollen and throbbing inside its housing, knocking against the walls of it's cage with every step, valve aching to clamp down around something — anything.

More often than not, the pressure to release that tension becomes so overwhelming that synth-en!Optimus simply grabs you and carries you off to his habsuite, heedless of whatever you were in the middle of doing, until you fuck him back into coherent thought.

bonus: my original notes

…Perhaps I’ve already started writing a valveplug fic with this concept…

[ablobwhowrites]

Poppy playtime toy y/n idea?

I imagine just toy y/n who was made to go into home sweet home and like to think that y/n is like eclipse from security breach ruin dlc. But also like daiskue from mouthwashing.

Mostly based around to be in the home sweet home place of the playcare facility and would help kids fall asleep or feel safe as now being abandoned would try and help the player to find a way out. As many of the toys see y/n as a kind person as they where a worker at the factory but they didn't know what playtime was really doing. But poor poor y/n was the perfect subject for a new experiment as they where perfect, y/n that night was meant to take a their vacation with their family.

Their co workers liked y/n, always seen as a hopefully young spirit. A ray of sunshine walking around in the factory that anyone would feel happy around them. The orphans in playcare also liked y/n, always wanting to play games with him or tell more stories as y/n would always have the job of getting the kids to sleep and would tell made up stories to help them sleep or when one was to long would say that tomorrow they would hear the ending. The toys likes y/n's presents as well as bunzo always followed y/n around when they did yours for the , as sometimes they would have to take the tour guide shift when needed and would be great at it and after y/n would hope that they did a good enough jobs to get a promotion and when y/n was about to clock out, a co worker had y/n follow them and poor y/n didn't know what would happen next.

The project was finished, y/n was successful transformed into the newest addition to playcares cast. But it wasn't easy for y/n, they were scared out of their mind, curling up into corners as the people who y/n trusted were just monsters in y/n's eyes. They didn't know this is how they made the toys alive, y/n's colleague had trick them and turned them into this. The colleagues did feel bad as seeing once such a happy intern who was excited to help, now just trying to back away from them, swat them away from coming closer and the cries and screams where deafening, echoing through the cell y/n was place in after being turned into this was horrible to listen to. Y/n didn't participate in the hour of joy like everyone else did, they hid in their cell as they were still scared but after the hour of joy was over. Doey found y/n and he was mortified as seeing y/n so scared. (Also kinda imagining y/n's toy design kinda being tall and lanky like kissy and huggy but kinda like the puppet from FNAF but being modified to have like be more easily approachable and kinda like how some fanart makes puppet look all nice and friendly looking. Please know what I'm talking about, of not I'll show you guys a picture to see what I mean but please know the thing I'm talking about)

And being brought back to the safe haven to be checked on but y/n wants to help the other toys but doey wants y/n to stay in the safe haven so they won't get hurt but y/n never puts themselves first, they always try to put other first so maybe they will try to go out of the safe haven to help others who need to be in the safe haven more than they do.

(anyways hope you guys like this idea but if I'm not, I'm just yapping away and promise to do more of the new home sweet home au stuff and other stuff to but if you guys like this, than please don't be shy and request your ideas for any stories or y/n's. But for now please stay safe and drink water!)

[darkficsyouneveraskedfor]

Taking Root 1

Warnings: non/dubcon, stalking, and other dark elements. My username actually says you never asked for any of this.

My warnings are not exhaustive but be aware this is a dark fic and may include potentially triggering topics. Please use your common sense when consuming content. I am not responsible for your decisions.

Characters: Bucky Barnes

This AU is called Watcher Anonymous and will include different series for different characters. This is our introduction to Bucky and Leaf.

Summary: a neighbourly connection might be more than chance.

As usual, I would appreciate any and all feedback. I’m happy to once more go on this adventure with all of you! Thank you in advance for your comments and for reblogging ❤️

Bucky cracks his neck as he approaches the large windows. He rubs his eyes as he snarls at the sunlight peering back at him. Steve always leaves the curtains open. Always gone before Bucky drags himself out of bed.

He tugs them shut but stays close. It's not noon yet. She'll be out shortly.

He's not much for television. He tried a few TV series, some movies recommended on that chat, but he just can't keep his mind from running. It's why he wakes up late. Most nights, he doesn't even sleep. This is what keeps him enthralled. There's not much plot, but the main character is fascinating.

He swigs from his mug as the city street chugs from down the alleyway between their apartments. Her balcony is slightly lower. The perfect vantage.

Pathetic. That's what he'd call himself if he wasn't him. All those guys on that discord Steve found are that very flavour. But he's not them. They're all weirdo virgins. He's had plenty of women. More than enough. She's just different. Like him.

As if beckoned by his awakening, she appears. Her railing is curtained with ivy, enough that she doesn't think of modesty. He doesn't mind. She comes out wearing a loose sweater that reads SWEET in large caps and a pair of her frilly panties. He likes those ones, they ride up when she bends over to pick up the watering can.

She goes about her usual routine. She checks the leaves, waters the soil, untangles the overgrown stems, and treats the plants with rot or infestations. The cluster of plants takes up most of the space. She's like a little chipmunk among them.

She finishes and takes the can inside. The sliding door gives a generous view of her place. Inside, she lingers at the window ledge and checks the row of cactuses. He admires her devotion to those plants. She'll haven't the big square planters soon. A few of the tomatoes growing up the posts look close to ripe.

He rubs the cleft of his chin and his stubble makes a bristly noise. He backs away at the unnerving idea. It's too much. Too soon.

Fuck that. He's not that weirdo Jensen. He's been tailing his married boss for three years. Now that's fucking desperate. Besides, they all made a pact, as lame as it was. They're going to make their moves. Either do something or get over it.

Right. Finish the coffee and get your ass together, Barnes. He rinses the mug then goes to make himself human again. Show, brush the teeth, untangle your hair, tie it back, no one will know the different, clothes. Alright. It won't be so bad to get out and it'll get Steve off his back about Vitamin D. Funny, the sunlight only makes him feel worse.

He heads off with a cap pulled down low and his hands in his pockets. There's a shop down the way, they have tables outside full of seeds and little pots. And a coffee shop right next door. He could use a second cup. Maybe a third.

He stops by the display of plants on the corner. There's a big red sign marked 'End of Season Clearance.' Better late than never.

The old woman who runs the shop offers him a shallow box to put his purchases in. Some pansies and violets. He doesn't know. The colours are nice, he guesses. She tells him to get a nice long bed for them and he should be able to have a nice bunch before the frost.

He gets his coffee, agitated as he balances his starters in one arm, then heads home. He gets back to the apartment and leaves the box on the table. He doesn't touch them as he paces around. He goes to the window. She reading in her chair, reclined, one leg bent, sweater rumpling to expose a bit of tummy. He narrows his eyes. He reaches for the binoculars nearby. Oh yeah. He shouldn't be so into it but he can see a little bit of hair sticking out the edge of her panties. It makes him chafe in his jeans.

He backs up as his stomach growls. Fine. He eats grilled cheese and canned tomato soup. He's still groggy. He goes to the window again. He stays there until she's gone. The censor will let him know if she comes back out.

Steve gets home. He's in a rush. His bag clatters off the bench as soon as he lets go of it. He huffs and picks it up, scurrying around. Bucky doesn't ask. He's on his way to that volunteer gig. They both know why he's in such a hurry.

"Have fun," Bucky calls out from the sofa.

"Oh, flowers?" Steve pauses as his soles scuff.

"What's it to ya, punk?"

"Nothing. You know I got allergies, right?" He sneezes as if to make the point.

"Sure I do. They're going on the balcony... tomorrow."

"Tomorrow?" Steve asks. "Why not-- achooo!"

"Cool off," Bucky warns. "I'll cover them up."

"Ugh, I don't got time," Steve mutters. "See ya. Oh, and you probably don't want the cat chewing on those n-n-neith-- achoo!"

"She's off terrorising the mice," Bucky snorts. "Get out of here, Rogers."

The night rolls by slowly. Hours spent with his eyes open. On the couch until his roommate gets back. Then his bed. Back to the living room. Steve gets up to get ready for work at the museum. Bucky puts Alpine on his chest and scratches her chin. Her box needs changing.

The sunlight softens between the curtains as he's left alone. He lets the cat out with him as he angles the box of flowers through the door. He got the big trays too and soil. He'll replant it like she did hers. Or try to. Steve keeps saying the place needs a bit of home to it. Goddamn it, Steve, shut up.

He puts the flowers on the iron table and sighs. He doesn't know where to start. The squeak of a hinge makes him tense. It's hers. He knows it without looking. She yawns and he trembles, fighting not to look down at her. He can hear her sipping from her porcelain mug. Is it the one with the lillies or the roses?

"Are those Blueberry Swirl Pansies? Those are so pretty."

He doesn't move at first. She's talking to him. He knows it. His chest feels like it's full. He pushes away from the rail and checks the little tag then faces her. He gives a small wave.

"That's what it says, yeah."

He leans against the railing and looks up at him, "I love flowers, if you can't tell." She giggles and it's music in his ears. The kind that sticks in his brain and he'll keep hearing over and over.

"No, I can't," he chuckles. "Wouldn't mind a few pointers. Kinda new at this."

"Well, I'd start by keeping the cat out of them," she points and he turns to find Alpine digging in a pot.

"Right," he mutters. "Thanks."

[silvercoloredskiess]

Why won't you play with me? - Stalker Squid Game Recuiter x Female Reader

Synopsis: When you say no to the contact card for the squid game. you start to notice suspicious behavior.. perhaps a stalker?

Content warnings: Stalking, little bit yandere, mentions of killing, it's said you don't have a lot of money. One use of a swear word. Creepy behavior from a worker at a cafe. This story has a not-so-happy ending.

Sorry if this is bad, I tried ;-; ending is a little rushed

Word count: 1,896

Have fun :-)

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You weren't doing so good financially, with millions of won in debt. You couldn't find a job anywhere and was worried you might just live the rest of your life like this forever. It truly was the worst way to die in your mind.

One afternoon, you were sitting in the subway station for no particular reason, when a very handsome man wearing a grey suit and a big smile on his face approached you with red and blue ddakji in his hands. He offered to let you play, so you tried and tried again, getting a slap each time you messed up since you refused to pay the fee for losing the game. You only endured this because you were promised a reward for winning.

After finally flipping the other ddakji tile over, you were given a small business card by the man, which had three shapes on the front and a number to call on the back. But you had heard rumors about a mysterious entity behind that number. Even though you were desperate for anything, this wasn't it.

You broke the man's smile when you gave him the card back and walked away. That was a big, big mistake. But you didn't know that yet, so there you were going back to your apartment, the place you were going to be evicted from soon if you couldn't pay rent. You barely scraped by last month.

Walking to the entrance of your room, you teared up when you saw an eviction notice paper taped to the door. How has it already been a month? What will you do now? Where would you stay now...?

You opened the door and sighed, falling onto your bed. You were trying to come up with reasons as to why it was good that you didn’t accept the card, but admittedly you struggled. But no time for getting caught up on something you can’t change.

While you were sleeping, there was some mysterious knocks on your window, and a tall silhouette. Thankfully you slept past it. You did wake up to another card on the table next to your bed; but it was a different number. Where did this card come from..?

You threw it out and took a walk outside. Even if you got a job now, you couldn't pay rent in time because you already got an eviction notice. But now you needed to figure out where to live. Were you going to live on the streets, especially in this frigid weather?

But you had a feeling like you were being watched. Even in the empty streets of the early morning, you definitely weren't alone. You went into a lightly occupied cafe to avoid the feeling, and used some of your spare won to buy a coffee. But the man behind the counter smirked at you.

"Well aren't you a pretty woman? Smile a little more, y'know? I'll give you a discount on that mocha if you do. Women are much prettier when they smile for men.." He then snickered a little. You didn't find his quip funny. The man glanced at a mysterious person who came up to the counter, handing over 8,700 won (~$6) to him.

"I'd like to pay for her order, sir" the hooded person said, glancing at you briefly, eyeing you up. You thanked the person when the order was processed and a barista was making your coffee. Before you could, however, the person walked away. That was strange.

The temperature of your coffee was perfect for your frozen body to warm up a little. It was nice to just be able to relax a little. You spent around forty minutes in the shop before you went back to your apartment. You still had chills from the strange person who paid for your coffee. It was likely a coincidence. Perhaps you weren't used to people doing nice things for you?

That was until you unlocked your apartment door and stepped in, only to find an envelope with a letter inside. Since when did this get in your apartment? Did someone break in? You were shaking as you read the letter;

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"Dear (y/n),

I know you're struggling. Why did you decline my offer to help you, sweetheart? You could live so much better.. what is it you're still clinging onto? There's not much going for you after that eviction notice I saw on your door the other day.

By the way dear, I'm sorry you had to deal with that shitty worker at the cafe. But lucky for you, I already took the trash out.

-Your secret admirer"

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Your heart stops for a moment, your hands barely gripping the note. What offer was this person talking about. But when you connected the dots; it all made sense. This had to be the same person who left a contact card in your room recently. But was this also the same person that paid for your coffee?

But you were more concerned about what they meant by "taking the trash out" when referring to that creepy coffee shop worker. At this point you were too scared to go out anymore. You spent the rest of the day indoors, your brain going around in circles. You weren't sure what problem to fixate on; your eviction, or your stalker.

You switch on your TV and let the news play in the background while you ate your cup of instant noodles. Some minutes later, you hear a reporter say,

"A man in Seoul has just been murdered in the back of a coffee shop. Unfortunately due to the quality of the footage, we can’t see the murderer’s face much. Police are currently working on this case. The murder is seen brutally stabbing the man many times. His body was laid in a corner before the murder fled the scene."

You couldn't believe what you heard. You recognized the worker's face. And the murder was definitely the one who wrote the note. You weren't sure what exactly was going on. Lightheaded, you went to sleep early. You were worried of what this person would try to do to you. The doors and windows were locked so you would be safe.

And you thought that until you woke up the next morning. Something felt very off. Those suspicions were right when you started checking your apartment, only to find that some of your belongings had been stolen. You were extremely scared. So you quickly picked up your phone and called the police. They arrived in a few minutes to check our your place and try to identify the robber.

Due to the severity of it, you were asked to go to the police office with the officers for further research. You spent a while there, sitting silently in a chair while a few cops there investigated the camera footage. One of them brought up the idea that the burglar could be the same person as the one who killed someone just yesterday evening. However there wasn't enough evidence to make that claim.

But based on the past events, you knew it had to be true. You told the officers about your stalking suspicions, and gave them the note. There was no other reason your apartment in particular would be targeted by a burglar. You also gave them the contact card that was left in your apartment as well. One of the officers looked up the number, but they couldn't find any info.

They assumed it must've been a fake number. And that's what you liked to believe too. After around thirty minutes of more investigation, you were let go. They told you they would contact you if they had any updates. For now, you needed to find somewhere else to live. It wasn't going to be long before you had to move out anyway, but you were more urgent now.

As you walked back home, you still had this uncomfortable feeling. It didn't resolve when you entered your apartment. Little did you know the whole place had been bugged while you were asleep. The camera footage did show the person tampering with items, but because the cameras were so tiny, you didn't see them. If only you knew this fact.

You walked to your room, but when you closed the door...

"AAAAAAAAH" You screamed when your eyes laid on the extremely familiar man in his well tailored suit. His mischievous eyes looked down at your terrified face.

"We meet again, though it hasn't been too long since I've encountered you." He smiled, chuckling a little bit. "Remember me at all?"

You froze still. "Yes... I remember you. Why are you here-"

"That doesn't matter at this moment. I want to know why you rejected my offer to help you. After all, I simply wanted to help a cute lady like you, but my offers were useless."

"Why does it matter? It's been a few days. Leave me alone!" You snapped back.

"When I was walking around the train station, I saw the helpless look on your face. I just couldn't bear seeing such a beautiful woman like you suffer in this cruel, unforgiving world. Don't you see I was doing this to help you..?

"Your actions didn't help! I've heard of the entity behind that number. I wouldn't ever risk my life for money. I know life will be difficult, but I'll eventually find a place to live."

"But sweetheart, life doesn't have to be this hard. It could be so much easier. If it wasn't already conveyed by my looks, I'm a very wealthy man. If you just live with me, I'll give you whatever you desire. And trust me darling, a billionaire like me doesn't even have to think of an eviction..."

He put a finger on your lips.

"And plus, I think I'm far too attached to you to let you go. You'll be so much happier with me." His grip on your wrist was even tighter, so you struggled to escape.

Suddenly, you lost consciousness,and got very sleepy. When you woke up, you found yourself inside a very large bedroom. You were lying on the king-sized bed. You wondered how you got here. You heard a voice next to you, so you turned only to see the same man, his legs crossed as he sat in a chair.

"Well good morning, (y/n). Notice anything different?"

"WHERE AM I? WHERE DID YOU TAKE ME!?" You yelled at him, frantically looking around. But you were too tired to move.

"All bark, no bite." The man snickered at your actions. "Anyway, you are in my mansion. This will be your bedroom. From here now on, you will be utterly mine. Don't worry, you'll be allowed outside, occasionally." He then laughed.

"And yes, I know you'll ask if I was the same person who killed that cafe worker and left you those cards. And the answer is yes. For now though, let's ignore all of that."

You were horrified at your current situation. But what was the point in fighting back? He would always find a way to take you back anyway. At first, you were very feisty and sassy, but some months later you succumbed to your situation, basking in the luxuries of never having to worry about bills or rent.

Maybe this life wasn't so bad after all.

[hotchnersangel]

GOLDEN.

Aaron Hotchner

cw: self-doubt, bau!reader, insinuations of hair pulling, kinda love bombbbbbbbbbbbbb

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You and Aaron had been in a very stable relationship for the past few months, in reality, it scared you. You felt like he brought a light to your darkness, guiding you out of the depths of your disdain. You were completely and utterly happy, so naturally, you did what you do best and you self-sabotage the situation.

You feel hopeless and so broken in comparison to Aaron, the unconventional ray of sunshine in your life.

You had been avoiding him recently though and of course, he started to notice. At work you would look away from him, not meet his gaze, you’d sit in the furthest seat away from him and completely ignore non-related case talk. At first, Aaron thought it was a minor ideology you had fixated upon, that you would shake after a day or so but when you continued to act distant, he got scared. Scared of losing you.

He had insisted you stay back on the jet when you all return from a case, not giving you a choice as he blocks your path with his body. Goddamn that beautiful body of his.

“Okay, talk to me.” He says, looking down at you with his arms crossed.

“About what?” You ask nonchalantly and he sighs.

“You are avoiding me.” He states, raising an eyebrow. “What is going on?”

“Nothing.”

“Honey, I know you like to joke about my intelligence but I’m far from stupid.” He smirks small as you cant hold your smile back.

“No-“ you sigh. “I don’t want to talk about it. I think- we should break up.” You say with absolutely no intention of meaning it, the words physically hurting you to say.

Aaron just laughed, looking at you amused. “And why is that?”

“Because hearts get broken sometimes, okay?” You huff, panicking now.

“You’re breaking up with me because hearts get broken?” He asks curiously and you huff again.

“No- I mean, I just don’t like how you make me feel.” You frown. “I do but I don’t.”

He furrows his brows curiously. “And how do I make you feel, darling?”

“You just make me feel you, everywhere. Literally everywhere. All I can think about is you, all I can hold onto is you and the control you have over me and it’s terrifying.” You sigh, your hands pulling at your hair in a stressed manner.

“First of all, don’t pull you hair baby, leave that to me.” He smirks and lowers your hands, “and second of all, I believe there is a word for that.”

“No, you don't understand Aaron. I don't know why you hold such power over me and everything I've ever known and I'm just so scared to be alone. I don't wanna be alone.” you frown, finishing your ramble.

“Why on earth would you ever be alone when I'm with you baby?” he looks at you curiously.

“Because Aaron, you're so golden, you're so… you're the majority of my happiness and one day you will realise that I won't ever be able to be as open as you are with me.” you look up at him as his hands cup your cheeks, tilting your chin up to meet his eyes.

“Baby, I know that you're scared because I'm so open but that will come with time. You've had bad experiences with love in the past and now that something good is in your hands, you're trying to push it away.”

You frown, knowing he is right. “I'm just, I'm scared.”

“I am too because I also don't want to be alone, I want to be with you. Loving you is the antidote to my fear, my pain, my anything and everything. It's okay in the end because I love you and nothing will change that.” he repeats looking at you intensely and you smile.

“You love me?” you ask sheepishly, as if you hadn't just propose you broke up.

“Forever. I love you with every part of my being and I will spend every day for the rest of our lives making that a reality to you.”

“I'm sorry for trying to break up with you.” you laugh softly, smiling at him again. “And avoiding you.”

“You need to talk to me about these things, okay?” he asked and you nodded. Your smile is contagious. “And honey, you're golden. I'm like the moon because I only shine because of you.”

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[babyangelsky]

Okay. I had lunch, dripped barbecue sauce on my shirt, got the barbecue sauce out of my shirt, watered my plants, watered myself, and now I'm finally ready to put some thoughts down.

The thing most largely on my mind, apart from you know...everything?

The implosion had to happen this way.

And it had to happen this way because Sei and Kazuaki had already resolved not to end their relationships.

Complacency is a trap that's very hard to break out of. It almost tricks you into believing that change isn't worth it even if on some level you're aware that it's needed. Except in this case, the change has already happened. They agree to stay as they are so nothing will change and nothing will be destroyed, but it's been changing and that change has gone willfully unacknowledged.

Or it was going unacknowledged, I should say. But it can't anymore because Sei and Kazuaki both broke pattern.

I thought it was odd that Kaori made no mention of how her boyfriend took off in the middle of the night in the pouring rain and didn't come back. Their relationship is very broken but surely that would be a noteworthy occurrence.

Especially given the timing. He takes off moments after she rejected his attempt at intimacy and then just doesn't say anything? Just says she was bored and that's that?

Nope. That is not in fact, that. Kaori didn't say a word only because she never says a word. She exists in her relationship with blinders on. She likes everything about Kazuaki except that he's a man and won't question what that means or why that might be. She's content with the lack of intimacy, knows that Kazuaki isn't, and chooses to live with him asking her for sex instead of saying anything.

She's just as complacent as he is, albeit for different (possibly comphet) reasons, and since she's chosen not to think about it, it's been pretty chill for her.

Until Kazuaki broke pattern.

He didn't go back to his side of the room after her rejection like he always does. He went off-script. He left and didn't come back until the next day and that is a noteworthy occurrence.

So noteworthy, as a matter of fact, that she checked his phone after saying herself that she isn't the type of person to do that. And she didn't just check his phone, she left the house with it!

But not without first smashing the storm glass that Sei gave her on the floor, because in reading those emails, her blinders were torn off. There is no pretending anymore.

For her, or for Fujisawa.

He won't say anything either, but his face more than speaks for him. He knew Sei was lying him before Sei even made it out the door and he was not happy about it. Sei thinks Fujisawa is hiding something from him and I think he's right. What's more, I think that what Fujisawa is hiding is his displeasure and his jealousy.

Because after having seen this episode and the preview for next week's, there is not a doubt in my mind that Fujisawa is jealous. Not because he has romantic feelings for Sei, which I really don't believe he does, but because Sei is breaking pattern.

Everyone in this show is complacent. Everyone. But for Fujisawa in particular, I believe it's less about accepting the way things are and more about needing things to be a certain way. @respectthepetty went more into detail about that here.

And so far, the way he needs things to be IS the way they have been. Nothing has shaken the boat. The towels have all been white, there's been no TV, no parties, no flashy clothing, no one talking to Sei without going through him. Even Sei's attempts at connection and Fujisawa's repeated rejections are part of it because that's also happening the way it's supposed to.

But now the king of non-disruptive design is being disrupted. Sei is going places. He's talking to more people. He left the house in the middle of the night and lied about where he has going and Fujisawa has put himself in a position where he has to pretend to believe him. He has to pretend that nothing is happening.

Except that he can't, because now Kazuaki's phone call has utterly and completely destroyed any hope Fujisawa might've had to be able to bury his head in the sand and carry on as normal.

And he is not going to react well to having his control shaken.

When complacency is this profoundly seated, dragging everything out into the open and being forced to deal with it is the only way for an actual sustainable change to happen. You almost do have to be removed from choice because breaking pattern isn't enough.

You have to break EVERYTHING apart to such a degree and in such a manner that you cannot put it back together in the exact same way it was before.

[alexrosa13]

Valentine's Favourites

Sylus x female!reader

Genre: fluff

Warning: 2,4k words, overuse of the word kitten and allusions to cat like behavior

Note: fanfiction for my Valentine's Event

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Any day spent with Sylus was worth remembering, anytime he felt like it he spoiled you with various gifts and dates, indulging every desire of yours. This time he decided to surprise you, how much will you like the gift he prepared for you...

Being kidnapped from your apartment by your boyfriend who didn't want to share any information about where you were going was not on your to-do-list but oh well, here we are.

It's not that you didn't trust him, it was the fact that you were dying to know what came over him to pull a stunt like this, and he refused to acknowledge your questions.

The audacity of that man? But alright, you can try to act like it didn't bother you, looking out of the window of his luxurious car you tried your best to recognize your surroundings, but it seems that he was taking you to a totally unfamiliar place.

"When will you end my torment?" once again you turned your head his way to stare into his very soul, but he didn't act bothered in the slightest, sly smirk tugged on his lips, he didn't even spare a glance your way.

"Soon, sweetie, I promise, you need to be a little more patient than that." his teasing voice made you want to both: kiss him and strangle him. With a loud sigh you turned your attention back to the outside world, the trees passing fast before your eyes made you feel dizzy.

You closed your eyes, promising to open them in a moment, but then a moment became a minute, then two, then fifteen...

Quiet music coming from the speakers soothed you to sleep.

Sylus couldn't help but smile at the sight, his love, cuddled up in her seat, looking so vulnerable and calm, in contrast to her usual storm-like fierce character.

Well, she had the guts to take over the Onychinus one day if needed. But he wouldn't leave her to take care of such a responsibility, of course. The hard and dirty work shall be his, so she can enjoy herself in the world without worries.

Without counting the worries she felt because of his stubborn actions, but that's a story for another day.

Seeing your body starting to lean a little forward, he used his evol to make sure you won't hurt yourself if your head was to drop and hit something. Seeing you all comfy and safe once again he returned his full attention (99% of it) to the road.

He enjoyed your curious questions and bold but empty threats thrown his way. His favourite one was when you said you'll hang him like a pinãta and let the twins have some fun, how did you even come up with that?

He couldn't help but wonder what your reaction for his surprise will be. Will you be happy? Or disappointment? Will you shed some tears of joy or maybe call him a lunatic for driving you to nowhere just to ask one question.

The only thing that matters is your reaction and answer. Hopefully, you won't get disappointed.

It was around two hours later when you arrived at the destination.

"It's time to wake up kitten." his voice and him gently shaking your body woke you up, your eyes slowly opened, like in haze you stared at him while he tried to bring you to a fully conscious state.

"What..." your sleepy voice made him chuckle a little, he saw you closing your eyes again. Yeah, cats needed their sleep more than anything, right?

"Sweetie, we arrived." he kissed your head gently, your eyes opened once again, still looking tired after your nap.

He caressed your thigh for a moment before leaving the car to go and open your door. The moment he got to your side and crouched down you pulled him into a hug. Instantly his arms pulled you closer to him, making sure to keep your posture comfortable, and not let you lean too much down.

After half a minute or so, he gently moved you to sit back, which made you let out a quiet groan of disappointment at his warmth disappearing from you. He reached out for your shoes that you took off before your nap, carefully taking your ankle in his hands, moving it to rest on his thigh and putting your shoe on for you, giving your calf a kiss before following the same steps with your other leg.

After he was done he looked up, noticing your eyes closed again. A smirk tugged on his lips while he shook his head at your attics, before standing up and picking you up from your seat.

You didn't even flinch, already used to him carrying you whenever he finds the occasion to do so.

Closing the car doors with his leg and clicking the button on his keys to lock the vehicle, he started walking with you in his hold, your hands gripped his shirt like a kitten afraid to fall. Your eyes stayed closed, trusting him completely with your well-being. Your relaxed features made his expression soften, his precious kitten all comfortable in his arms.

The sun started shining a little brighter, irritating your eyes even with your eyelids shut closed, you hid your face in his chest, your arms wrapping around him tightly. He laughed at your behaviour once more.

The same woman who acted all cold and harsh with him the first few months he knew you, now completely trusting him to keep you safe. Your relationship started on rocks, but you managed to build a castle from the rumbles. And he couldn't be happier.

A couple minutes later he finally reached the place he wanted to show you.

"Sweetie... Open your eyes." slowly you followed his instructions. Meeting his eyes above you, the warm light making his features look more gentle than usual.

Slowly he puts you on your feet, your eyes never leaving each other. You stood up on the rocky path still hugging his side.

"Look." he whispered, his eyes turning to look at something ahead of you. You turned your head around, your eyes catching the grassy field full of white flowers. You tried to tell what kind of flowers they were, but you stood too far away from them "Those are datura flowers." he answered your silent question.

"Datura?" you peeked at his face above yours, him still holding you in the back hug "Aren't those like super poisonous?"

"They are." he kissed your head, unbothered.

"Why did you take me here?" you tried to search your mind for any memories that could somehow be connected to those flowers, but your thoughts were blank.

"There's a legend about those flowers, but it's a tale for another day. They just have a symbolism that matters to me." he pulled some strayed strands of hair behind your ear "I didn't just take you here to stare at the flowers."

"You didn't? Then what for?" you looked at him, your full attention dedicated to him.

"There's another place here that I want to show you." he took your hand in his, pulling you to walk after him.

"How did you even find this place? We're two or three hours away from Linkon, we'll be coming back in the middle of the night." he only chuckled at your question.

"Who said something about coming back tonight?" you looked at him stunned, but he didn't even glance your way.

"What do you mean?" you questioned again.

"I own a house not too far from here." you scoffed at his words.

"Pff of course you do." you continued your walk side by side, you tried to guess where he wanted to take you, but everything around you looked the same, no matter how many meters you walked.

After maybe twenty or so minutes you complained about him taking you to nowhere and making you move around too much when you just wanted to chill in your home. The only thing he said was 'be patient sweetie' just like before in the car.

Soon the sun started to hide behind the horizon, you couldn't help but gaze at the breathtaking sight before you, not noticing how your lover's attentive eyes were watching you, taking in the view of your beautiful face coated with warm orange light.

Too taken by the scene in the sky, you didn't see when you walked up to the place he wanted to show you all along.

You felt him coming to stop, your head instantly turned his way, asking a silent question. He only looked at you, with one corner of his mouth raised.

Confused you started to look around, the sight before you made your eyes widen.

A huge, red tree met your eye. Something about it making you feel like under a spell. In a daze you stared as the leaves swayed slowly with the wind, there were some lights hung on the branches, hidden behind the layer of leaves.

Your daydream got interrupted by Sylus's voice.

"Come back to me sweetie." you turned your head towards him, looking at him, waiting for explanation. Why did he take you here? "This place is also a part of the local legends. I guess you could also say that it has a... personal meaning to me." he looked at nature's creation.

"Personal meaning? May I ask why is that?" you observed his face, his expression not giving you any clue.

"A couple of years ago, that very tree was dying, locals tried their best to save it, but their efforts were not enough to help with its withering state. I paid it no mind at first, until I heard a legend surrounding that tree. It's said that a dragon lived in this village centuries ago, ruling the lands for many years, until..." his eyes turned to you "He sacrificed himself for his lover."

"Why did he have to sacrifice himself for love..." you asked, your tone gentle, Sylus started to look vulnerable, his gaze turned even softer.

"I don't know, there are many tales explaining that, some claim that his lover was the one who killed him, their greed for his richest becoming stronger than their love, some say that people rebelled against him, and he had to sacrifice himself for his lover to run away, others believe that he had to kill himself or else he would have to hurt his lover." your face took a rather sad expression.

"Which one do you believe is true?" his head lowered to kiss your forehead, soft smile gracing his lips.

"If I had to guess." he stopped to think for a moment "None of them." you looked at him confused, he couldn't help but chuckle at your expression "None of them ever made enough sense for me to believe them."

"Does everything need to make sense?" you crooked a smile, looking at him with something hiding in your gaze.

"No." he turned to look at the tree before you.

"What's the real reason you took me here?" you read through him once again.

"When I came here for the first time, this tree was almost dead, but it still clung to the last string connecting it to life, not letting itself leave this world." it reminded me of myself, the last string connecting me to this world being you "I decided to help it and a couple months later it grew larger, healthy and strong. I couldn't help but come back to this place every once in a while, something about it brought me a sense of peace." something only you were really able to achieve.

"It is peaceful here, unlike your usual environment." you giggled, hiding your head in his chest.

"Don't tell me you don't enjoy the thrill in our life sweetheart." our? "I brought you here because I wanted to show you more... Peaceful piece of my life. Something that you deserve more than the usual routine of the N109 Zone."

"I enjoy my days in the N109 Zone, I wouldn't change a thing." you nuzzled you head into his torso, earning yourself a quiet laugh from the man.

"I know sweetheart, seeing you happy in my home makes my heart fill with joy every time." gently he touched your chin, making you raise your head and meet his gaze "That's also part of the reason why I came out with a proposition for you."

"A proposition?" you were confused, what could he possibly talk about?

"Move in with me permanently." your brows raised in shock, was he actually asking you that? But you already talked about it..

"But... We said that we'll do that once we'll be ready to get married and stuff..." you let out a nervous giggle. Of course you wanted to agree, but you thought that it was still too early for him?

To your shock you saw him leaning down.

"What are you doing-" don't panic, don't panic, DON'T PANIC.

He kneeled before you, your palm still resting in his, you felt your heart beating two times faster than normally.

"Marry me." his voice didn't falter, his gaze confident. You wanted to faint on the spot.

"You're kidding me."

"No, I'm not."

"Yes, you are."

"Kitten, I'm not."

"Sylus I..." his free hand reached into his pocket, pulling out a red velvet box.

You watched as he swiftly opened it, your eyes falling onto the ring probably worth more than your apartment.

"So? What's your answer?" you saw how his eyes seemed to lighten up every time you looked at them, you couldn't help but think about how he looked like a cat, pretending that he found himself in the same room with his owner totally by accident.

Your eyes left the jewelry, now looking straight into his eyes. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding.

"Sylus..." you felt tears forming in the corners of your eyes. The man of your life, the one who treated you like you deserved the world, who saw you at your worst and still reminded you how beautiful you were to him, was proposing to you "Of course I'll marry you."

He smiled, not his usual cocky grin, but a genuine smile. Gently he put the ring onto your finger, the gem adoring your hand perfectly.

He stood up, taking your face into his palms, your hands went up to his elbows.

He watched your glassy eyes shine, felt your happiness like it was his own, and maybe - it was.

His head dipped down to plant a kiss on your lips, deepening it almost instantly, sharing his feelings with you.

He absolutely adores you, and he'll continue to, through every life and story.

[jeongteen]

THE PERFECT ONE FOR YOU IS ME

Notes : Inspired by this song after seeing someone under the # requesting for someone to write about it <3 I really hope y'all will like it, I'm so happy to finally write about Hyun-ju, I love her sooo much, she's my comfort character 🥹 Remember my requests are open, check my pinned to know which characters I write for <3 English is not my first language so my apologies for any mistake <3

Summary : Hyun-ju can't stand seeing you wasting your time and energy into someone who doesn't deserve you in the slightest, she wishes you could see that the perfect one for you is her.

CW : use of y/n, toxic relationship (not with hyunju), angst, comfort, use of the word "princess" to describe reader (it's the only gendered term used to describe the reader and it's only used twice !)

Words count : 2k

Hyun-ju and you have been best friends for years now. You met in college when you had to team up with someone for a project and you two ended up alone, looking at each other in a "guess we have to do this together" kind of way. Your energies matched really well and you ended up spending all your time with her.

It's safe to say Hyun-ju has been questioning herself for a while now, the way she feels about you seems to have changed recently. And by recently, we could actually say "those last few years". She's feeling butterflies in her stomach when you laugh or when your hands brush against one other. She's blushing when you compliment her or when you help her with makeup, having your face really close to hers. Most importantly, her heart literally drops every time you mention a new partner, or even just a date. It's now hard to deny that her feelings for you grew.

Lately, you're being more distant with her and her heart simply aches. It started a few months ago, when you started dating them.

Hyun-ju already had several occasions to meet your partner and the least to say is that she despises them. It's not even the fact they're taking you away from her or making anything more than friendship possible between the two of you, it's their behavior. You've seen each other in different ways, at the restaurant with friends, at the karaoke, at one of your friends' house to hang out and more. And there wasn't a single time where they didn't give Hyun-ju the ick. From the way they speak to you to the way they constantly dismiss your feelings, your best friend just couldn't stand it.

Of course, the fact they now try to keep you away from all of your closest friends is not helping her to like them in the slightest. She only hears about you when you let yourself go and need to rant about how exhausted this relationship gets you.

Hyun-ju hears her phone ringing and smiles seeing your name on the screen, a smile that will quickly fade away.

— Hyun-ju..? You say between two sobs.

— y/n ? What's going on ? Why are you crying ?

— Hyun-ju I'm so tired...

Of course you didn't need to say more for Hyun-ju to understand what happened and she frowns, her heart aching at the way your voice keeps breaking between each word.

— Are they still here ? Do you want me to come over so I can help you relax ?

— They told me they didn't want to see me for now, I guess they won't come back for a while... I'd love to see you now Hyun-ju, if it doesn't bother you.

Hyun-ju lets out a slight chuckle hearing this last sentence. "If it doesn't bother you", actually she'd drop the whole world to come wrapping you in her arms.

— Give me a few minutes and I'll be there, it's gonna be fine, love you.

In the spawn of a few minutes, Hyun-ju arrives at your door, knocking gently not to startle you. You open the door and let yourself go in her arms. You're holding so hard onto her, it looks like you want to merge with her. You keep crying against her shoulder, unable to form a single word. But Hyun-ju understands, she always understands. She's the sweetest soul you've ever met, her empathy being one of her biggest qualities.

Her chin is resting on your head, one of her hands playing with your hair slowly and gently and her other hand tracing circles on your back in the softest way.

— Shh, it'll be fine, don't worry. She says that so delicately, she sounds so sincere, for a few seconds you feel like you can trust her words.

You finally relax in her arms, the sobs stop and Hyun-ju pulls away gently to look at you. She cups your face and uses her thumbs to wipe away the tears stains on your cheeks.

— Feeling better?

— Kind of... Thank you Hyun-ju. You manage to address her the tiniest smile, which warms her heart considering the state you were in a few minutes ago.

She takes your hands in hers and looks at you with a serious look on her face, you know what she's about to say, you don't really want to hear it but you know deep down she just wants what's best for you.

— y/n... This has to stop. How many more times will I have to find you in that state ? You're an adult, you can make your own decisions, I know it, I'm not your mom, I know it too. But what kind of friend would I be if I'd just approve of all this?

You nod briefly.

— I'll be fine Hyun-ju, it's okay, I'll be strong and it'll be fine, right? The tone of your voice is so desperate

— Whatever you say... She sighs. Just know I'm there, okay?

You nod once more and she gives you one last embrace before pulling away. Her heart aches so much seeing the state you're in and she wishes she could make you open your eyes about your situation. She wishes she was allowed to take you away from all of this to protect you forever, but she can't cause you won't let her.

— You deserve better, you know?

You don't answer her. You know. Deep down you know she's right. You know you never did anything that justify treating you like that. And maybe, just maybe, what happened today actually made you understand you should do something about it.

— You need some rest, you should sleep now, I'll go back home, do not hesitate to call if you need anything, okay? Her tone is so gentle, you always loved that about her, the way she makes everything sound so easy, the way she cares, the way she's the softest when it comes to you.

That night, Hyun-ju lays in her bed, looking at her ceiling and thinking about you. It hurts her so bad.

— Why can't you see that the perfect one for you is me... She mumbles to herself.

She knows she can treat you like the princess you are. She wants to be able to take you in her arms at night to help you fall asleep. She wants to give you the sweetest kiss ever when you doubt yourself before pampering you with compliments and reassurance. She wants to take you on dates, she wants to be able to go see her friends with you and show her how much of a perfect sweetheart you are. She wants you. More than anything, she wants you.

One week later, you actually do it. You finally leave your partner. As expected, it doesn't go so well. There was a lot of screaming, yelling, bad words etc. You are sobbing hard, yet, it feels like a heavy weight has been lifted from your shoulders. Of course you couldn't stay in the apartment you shared with your partner, so you head where you know you're always welcome.

The door opens a few seconds after you knock and you throw yourself in Hyun-ju's arms. She holds you, knowing what probably happened considering the suitcase that's right behind you. As heavy as her heart feels when she hears the sobs coming from you, she can't help feeling relieved, "finally" she thought.

— It's over Hyun-ju, it's over.

She rests her chin on your head, caressing your hair with one hand and your back with the other. She holds you close. She wants you to feel protected in her arms, she wants you to understand there's nothing to fear when she's around.

A few minutes later, after you manage to calm down a little, the two of you end up on her couch, talking about the whole situation.

— I'm so proud of you, you know. I know it took some courage to do that. But that was the right thing, I promise. You deserve someone who will treat you as you deserve. Hyun-ju made her own chest ache with those words. She wanted to scream that she can treat you like a princess, that she will give you everything you want and need.

— Do you think that will happen..?

— Why wouldn't it? She grabs your hands in hers delicately. Have you ever considered your worth? You're the sweetest person I know. You care for others like no one else. I think you don't consider yourself the way you should, that's why you let the wrong people love you. But I promise you there are so many good people out there that would give you the world. "Fuck it" she thinks. I would. I would give everything I have to make you smile. I want you to feel like the most precious human being that ever walked on this planet, because to me you literally are. Seeing you with the most pathetic person ever for all this time drove me insane. And whatever happens in the future, I'll be there, making sure this never happens again.

You look at her, slightly confused. Did she really confess to you, right now?

And suddenly it all makes sense. The way she looks at you when you see her. The way the biggest smile appears on her face as soon as you laugh. The way she would always squeeze your shoulder with a faint smile when your partner would make such a nasty comment while she was around. The way her eyes always fill with stars when your gazes meet.

And in all honesty, all that attention, all this care, you couldn't say it didn't do something to you. You couldn't ignore how whenever anything happens, the first person you want to share about it with is Hyun-ju, not even your partner. You can't deny how hot your cheeks get when she shows you that huge smile of hers when she feels truly happy. And you wonder for a second "do I have feelings for her that I've been hiding because I was already with someone?".

— Please say something... She says, not letting go of your hands. Her eyes are glowy, she's starting to regret confessing to you when she only sees you looking at her in confusion.

— Hyun-ju... I... Do you really mean that? Well, you know she does, but the truth is you don't even know what to say.

She smiles, tears start filling her beautiful eyes.

— I've never been more sincere in my entire life. I love you, I truly do and if it's too early right now, after breaking up, I can wait for you for as long as needed. And if the feelings aren't mutual, it's fine too, as long as I can still have you by my side, anything you choose is fine to me because I love you. And loving you means I want what's best for you, whatever it is and as long as it doesn't hurt you. The look she gives you right now, you could melt. You can see all the love in the world in her eyes right now, she's looking at you like you're the most precious treasure ever, and you probably are to her.

You don't know if it's the adrenaline, but you cup her cheeks in your hands, slightly wiping away the few tears that managed to escape her eyes when she just talked.

— Can I kiss you? You can't believe you just said that.

She gives you that one smile, the one that always gets you.

She closes the gap between you, locking your lips together in the most gentle way. You can feel all the love she puts into it, never in your whole relationship you've felt this much love and care towards you.

The kiss is reassuring, comforting and seems to free you from every single problem for a few seconds.

You finally pull away, looking right into her eyes.

— You know, I don't want you to think I'm doing this to fill a sort of post breakup void. I truly wanted to kiss you, because God I love you Hyun-ju, and I wish I had the courage to tell you earlier, to leave them earlier.

— Better late than never, right? She says that with a slight chuckle, pulling you into another kiss.

And just like that, you realized, the perfect one for you is her.

[crtakespropogandist]

CR 3 finale dump pt. 1 - Vax/Kiki

Some of the happy endings feel cheap, but for me this isn't one of them. I think some people don't quite take into account how differently Vax and Keyleth must have experienced those 3 decades. Vax's sacrifice still carries a lot of weight, not only because of the time dilation in the Matron's domain, but also because of how much he missed out on.

He'll never share in the triumphs and stumbles of his twin sister and close friend raising their first child together, or their subsequent 3 children. He'll never get to teach teen Vesper how to sneak out at night. He'll never get to tell a toddling Wolfe how cool it is to have a sister. Pike, Scanlan, Zahra, Kash, their children—Vax was a hole and a source of grief in the childhoods and young parenthoods of people he had so much love to give, and that won't ever change. Maybe most painfully, Velora might not even recognize Vax. Every milestone he missed puts an inch of unbridgeable distance between him and the people he'd surely die again for in a heartbeat, and that has to hurt so much.

On top of all that, he's not the only one to come back—his killer did too. It'd feel pretty terrible if Vecna got to drink wine again and relearn to be a person, but Vax didn't.

As for Keyleth, she will live for a millennium. Her character arc is not defined by her relationship with Vax; part of her evolution is adjusting her mindset to that of the Tempest, which includes reckoning with 30 years as a drop in the pond. It's only natural that she wouldn't match emotional pace with people who have less time than her. So much of her life going forward will involve carrying the sentiment and momentum of good causes through generations of Exandrians with less memory to spend on them. Why should her own malfeasance about Vax's fate be the exception? It's the world that owes Keyleth a smile, not the other way around.

The real world is gloomy enough. In this moment, a hard-won happy ending for star-crossed player characters is more cathartic than a tragic one, for me and the cast both.

[fizzigigsimmer]

Omegaverse au where Billy is a surfer who makes ends meet as a cam boy during the off season. He could probably make more if he really devoted himself to it, but it's just a side hustle to him and he doesn't really have to worry about fishing for subscribers because he's got this one fan who he can count on to throw down stacks of money. He doesn't talk much in the public room but he's almost always there without fail whenever Billy goes live, just waiting for Billy to offer a private session.

Sometimes he doesn't bother waiting and goes straight to offering money for things like private sessions, custom photos and videos etc. He usually wants Billy to be doing something super femme and stereotypically, omega like 'too horny to continue vacuuming in the nude with nothing but the pearls alpha bought me, oh no!' Rains gifts down on Billy for begging for his knot and to be filled with his cum etc. He likes when Billy flirts with him and plays the dutiful little mate, pouting cause his alpha is away on a business trip. He's so easy for it Billy almost feels bad, like he's taking advantage.

But it's a cozy little arrangement and since they are both getting what they want out of it, he doesn't think too much about it. Until the guy offers him a truly insane amount of money to have his baby, for real. He'll set Billy up in some swanky apartment and give him a ridiculous allowance on top of his pay, and all Billy has to do is play happy omega. And have a baby of course. Which Billy won't even have to help raise if he doesn't want to, because apparently Steve wants to be a daddy just that bad and would pay any price to have a piece of Billy to call his own.

Billy thinks it's some kinda weird prank until he looks into the name Steve game him and realizes he's the nepo baby of some fortune 500. Also Steve, totally not the sad lame-duck Alpha spending his life savings from his mothers basement that he imagined. But this is still so weird. Heather still thinks Billy would be crazy to go through with it - the fact that Mr. Harrington is hot just makes it more likely that his plan is to skin Billy and wear his face. But Billy ends up agreeing to meet with Steve because it's just too much money not to at least look into it.

I've read a few really sweet plots along similar lines, and don't get me wrong they were great. But I kinda just need Steve to be a creep with it. lol just a teensy creep. You know?

[according2thelore]

A bit too early for valentines day, but is it really a thing in America where kids would make valentines and give them to their classmates ?

Because the thought of lil Sammy coming home (or to the motel room) covered in glitter and absolutely vibrating with excitement over the huge glitter covered heart shape card he made during arts and crafts for Dean is absolutely adorable!!!

hi, anon!

alas!! when you sent this, you were right, it was early for valentine's, but because i have been fighting for my life against my studies in my corner of the world, it's now perfectly in time for valentine's day!! i'm so sorry!!

i looked it up, and apparently they do this in a few different countries (mostly handmade cards), but i know the US is absolutely one of them!

GAH! i LOVE this idea!!!!

art class is one of sam's favourites, because he doesn't really have to worry or be annoyed by learning the same things over and over again. if a teacher wants to talk about primary colours for the fourteenth time, sam has access to the art supplies on the table and can draw to his heart's content and not even have to listen. it's not like math or english or science where sam has to learn about fractions or proper nouns or the planets in the solar system for the eightieth time.

sam, aged six, approaches valentine's strategically. he knows his first grade class is in art period for exactly fifty minutes, so he plots out exactly how he wants to spend his time. there's construction paper and coloured pencils and markers and little plastic tubes of glitter and crinkle-cut scissors on the table.

sam is locked the fuck in while the teacher turns on the radio to her favourite jazz radio station, and other other kids are gossiping about who has a crush on who and how claire isn't making one for jenny because they're not friends anymore after she stole her sparkly hair band.

he copied the words he wanted from the class dictionary onto a piece of notebook paper right before class, so he pulls it out and copies out in the best script he can: Happy Valentine's Day.

mia vasquez, the nice girl that sits next to him in all of his classes because their last names are alphabetically right next to each other, is a lot better at using scissors than him (mostly because sam's hand is much better at maneuvering a knife) and cuts out a heart for him. at the end of his class, he is so proud. it turned out practically perfect.

when he sees dean waiting for him next to the front door of the school like he always does at the end of the day, he's too nervous to give it to him right away. before dean spots him, sam hides the card under his jacket that he's holding in his arms, because he's afraid the card will bend if he puts it in his backpack.

he's practically vibrating with excitement the whole walk home, smiling so wide that dean calls him 'dopey' and asks if any pretty girls gave him valentine's cards. sam says that his friend mia and him gave each other one at the end of the day, and dean teases him about it the rest of the way back to the motel.

sam's about to present dean his card, almost bouncing on his toes he's so thrilled to present dean with his card, when dean walks over to their bed.

dean slaps his backpack on the bed and grumbles as he reaches in and pulls out handful after handful of little pink slips of paper, covered in hearts and foam stickers of baby cupids.

sam's excitement sputters out. dean's gotten valentine's from the whole school, it looks like! and fourth grade valentines, too! sam's card feels lame by comparison. he moves his coat to hide his card more.

"what's that?" dean asks, when he notices the peek of red construction paper in sam's hands. sam quickly tries to hide it, but dean's too quick, snagging it out of his hands. sam's paralyzed, and his hands won't move even as dean flips it over in his own hands.

"some girl gave you this?" dean asks skeptically, annoyed. sam's about to snatch it back, when he flips the card open. his mouth falls open, eyebrows go up, and the tips of his ears turn pink as he mouths along to the paragraph sam left on the inside.

"do you like it?" sammy asks, nervous.

"do i like it?" dean repeats, incredulous. "sammy, this is great, man!"

sam perks up. suddenly, he's so excited again, just like he was on the walk home. he's practically shaking with excitement as dean exclaims over the card, asking sammy if he actually drew the doodle of the two of them on the inside cover.

glitter sheds on the motel carpet as sam walks dean through what everything on the card means. the three hearts on the cover represent him, dad, and dean. the tiny fourth heart at the top is the impala. the note on the inside is written in blue, dean's favourite colour. the little squiggle in dean's doodled hand is an army figure, and sam's holding the other one. sam even drew dean in his favourite shirt, see?

"thanks, sammy." dean says, and he props the card up right on the motel table, where the sun catches the glitter and splashes little red dots of light all over the carpet. "this is the best valentine's ever."

sam babbles about how he made the card while dean shovels all of the other valentine's he got from classmates into the motel's little trash can. dean's got all the valentine's he needs. they keep the candy, though, and that night, trade small chocolates back and forth while they sprawl on their bed, watching i love lucy reruns until they fall asleep, fingers still sticky with melted sugar.

twenty-three years later, sam's digging through dean's nightstand in the bunker, when he finds a little dented, tin altoids box. among the keepsakes in it, there's a folded up piece of red construction paper. when sam smoothes out the well-worn creases, it's a child's doodle of the two of them, stick-figure dean holding a shorter stick-figure sam's hand. Best Brothr Brothers Ever. the top reads. sam had no idea dean kept it--thought it had gotten lost or thrown away by the time dad had moved them a few more times--and sits on the floor for a long while, finger coming away with pieces of old glitter, carefully preserved and kept close.

EEK!!! this ask was SO fun, anon!!! thank you so much for sending it, and i hope you get to see this! i'm still not sure if anons get notified when folks reply. if you do, happy early valentine's day!!!

-lizzy <3

[blueishspace]

Hero, Villain God 58

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*Scar's pov*

You don't even have to wait that long for Altostratus and Ocean Queen to arrive, It's a bit impressive to be honest... You hope they didn't violate the speed limit to get here or something, you really don't want anyone to get in trouble for you if you can avoid it.

The black windowed car stops in front of the building, It's definitely property of the association...not fair, you weren't given a car... You don't know how to drive one but still, unfair.

The front door opens, It's Altostratus at the wheel with Ocean Queen sitting next to him, she waves at you. He lowers his sunglasses (Who even wears sunglasses during a storm???) and looks at you.

"Get in losers we're going shopping"

... Eh?

"But we are going to see Cuteguy"

"I know, jeeze, just wanted to say the quote"

"Oh!"

Yeah that makes sense! You would do the same for Star Wars quotes. You nod and make your way onto the backseat, Cub follows quietly behind you.

You expected the car ride to be silent but almost immediatly Ocean Queen turns towards you and Cub to ask about Cuteguy.

"Oh Sheriff is so mean, he won't tell me anything about the guy! Can you believe it?"

"I mean, I doubt he's allowed to" Responds Cub while sipping on sone kind of juice...where did he even get that!?

"Well, as his sister I feel like I'm owed at least the bare minimum! So! Hotguy, Cub, what is Cuteguy like?" She fully turns her head around, you can hear Altostratus protest at the sudden movement.

"Well, I've met the guy few times, seems like a nice guy and all even if sarcastic. Can't tell you much more then that though, Hotguy is the exper here."

Two sets of eyes turn to you, you didn't expect this to become an interview. "Cuteguy... he's great actually! He...well, I'm not going to say too much without him agreeing to it but he's really kind. And brave, he put himself in front of a bullet for me."

The conversation continues from them and when you tell them all you think you can tell them the conversation somehow turns to movies and from there to cartoons to you ranting about the decline in quality of Disney films.

Cub ends up shutting down 5 minutes in and Altostratus almost slams his head into the steering wheel at one point, Ocean Queen seems pretty interested though... It's at this point you remember the one question you had.

"So...uh, are the two working are working a case together? Oh! Is it a big super secret thing?"

Cub focused back. "If it was a 'super secret thing' I doubt the would be telling you".

Ocean Queen turns to Altostratus. "Should we tell him?"

In response he straightens up in his seat."What? Why?"

You are... Very confused... and suspicious. Especially suspicious. Are they hiding something from you? Why?

Ocean Queen just pouts in response. "He's our coworker, he should at least get know that much... Plus he did tell us about Cuteguy, It's the least we could do."

"... I ...I guess??? Just-" he sighs. "It's not something you can take back."

She turns her body so that's she's now somewhat looking at you again...

"So uh...me and J- Altostratus are actually married. So uh ... Surprise?"

Wait, is she serious? That's awesome! Really, you don't get why they didn't say so earlier.

"Congratulations-"

You are interrupted by the car coming to a stop.

Altostratus shuts off the car and steps out. "We're here lads, try not to let too much rain into my car when you get out, It's just been cleaned. If you do I will know and I won't be happy about it."

[cloudyskydreams]

Do u have any xreader fic recommendations?

Luv ur writing btw<33

AHHHHHHH boy do I that's mainly what I read lol

I have actually been waiting for this moment stg I have basically no one in my life who also reads fanfiction so theres no one to really talk to about it

A few that immediately come to mind are:

Aggre(g/v)ation by Llama Goddess!, Complete, 180,000 words, Fem reader

•Okay this one I have very faint memory of and from what I can remember it's a reverse harem fic (gonna be a pretty common troupe here)with UT sans, UF sans, and HT sans. I really liked the characterization of the boys in this fic and it had good pacing and plot. I believe you're UT sans roommate and then all the machine bs happens and it pulls through UF sans first and then HT sans a bit later on in the story.

Dirty Laundry(fem and masc) by Popatochisp, Complete, 162,476 words for fem 182,622 words for masc

• THE swapfell fic. Both skeleton brothers x reader here with SF sans being romanced later on in the book. I absolutely devoured this fic it was great pacing,great characterization,THE PLOT 😙👌. So it starts off with you doing laundry at a Laundromat and you feel someone watching you. Looking around you see a tall skeleton trying to sneakily watch you and you're like what is he up to. So you approach him and you're like can I help you and he gets super embarrassed because the whole issue here is he doesn't know how to do laundry. So you teach him and end up getting his number and he wants you to become his adulting teacher basically. Not gonna spoil much more but this book is! so! good! Really fluffy with just the right amount of drama and action mixed in. Hard recommend!

On top of the bone pile by Lyrjok, Complete, Includes SMUT, 422,222 words Fem reader

•Another reverse harem this one has a bunch of boys let's see romance wise there's UT, US, UF, and SF maybe G!Sans as well can't remember, There's also ink and error but they're there for plot reasons. This one is cute and has good pacing. I can't really remember the plot super well besides the ending and I don't want to spoil that for y'all. I picked it up for the smut but ended up really liking it and how the author portrays the boys is pretty good!

Smells like Chalk and Beeswax by ShittyDinner, Complete, Includes SMUT 78,841, Fem reader

•Okay first of all this fic does NOT have a happy ending and I figured that out the hard way. Istg it hurt me so bad I couldn't read fanfiction for like two weeks after I finished it because I couldn't stop thinking about the ending and it was ruining my reading experience. SO BE WARNED. This fic is a US sans x reader with uh some US papyrus x reader as well. Absolutely great fic here, the plot and pacing are perfect I love the boys here. I remember the plot of this one so viscerally starts off with an earthquake and you end up saving US sans. He gets your number and wants to befriend you basically right away. Don't want to spoil anything but the story moves pretty quick so you won't be waiting long if you read this!

Smells like Chalk and Cockatoo byShittyDiner, Complete, Includes SMUT, 128,555 words,Fem reader

This is by the same author as the last one and kinda follows a simular plotline but instead it is UT sans x reader. If i remember correctly it does have a happy ending. So a fair warning for this one Sans is abusive at some points its actually a pretty big plot point so if topics like that are triggering to you this is not the fic for you. I cant really remember the plot of this one too well but im pretty sure you meet papyrus first and sans a bit later on. Its pacing is pretty decent and i feel it has a good amount of drama plus you get to have a kid with sans near the end which was cute to see.

OKAY i feel like six is enough for now but if you guys wants more just let me know i have so many and i love yapping about fics i like lol. ALSO if you have any papyrus x reader recs any au please drop them in the comments or message them to me i am a huge sans simp but i feel like its finally time to give paps some attention

ALSO ALSO not fanfiction but fanfiction esque Darkpetal16 is working on some undertale au interactive fiction with romance involved in most of them, they even have a few finished! For anyone who doesnt know what Interactive Fiction is it's basically a text based game and i find them pretty neat. The ones that are finished are Siren Call, Underswap, Underfell, and Dusttale!

[genderqueerdykes]

it might just be us + where we live, but... is transmasc erasure rlly that bad?? /genq bc... we know so many trans people and we've never met a transfem person... again no harm meant by this, we live in utah so our exposure to queer ppl in general is very skewed

it's good that you provided context! thanks for stopping by!

it's going to vary heavily on someone's area and perspective- but transmasc erasure can happen even within transmasculine spaces, so i wanted to let you know just to be careful. transmascs apologizing for being trans men, making sure they're not "too" masculine as to not "threaten" the women and femmes around them, allowing themselves to be talked over by other trans people, believing that transmascs don't face transandrophobia, and so on can still happen within transmasc spaces. just because there are transmascs there does not mean they aren't possibly participating in self-erasure or erasing their friends

if you're not exposed to other conversations, they won't feel anywhere near as impactful, so if you're in a community where people are acknowledging each other and respecting one another, it's going to seem like a non-issue, because fortunately, it is for you all! and that's a good thing, but these types of communities aren't that common, unfortunately. i'm glad you have that!

erasure is a big issue in other spaces where there are a larger variety of genders, unfortunately, yes. i'm glad that you have a lot of transmascs to have community with! that's huge and im happy, that's a blessing! the spaces i've occupied have been largely mixed genders and identities, and the trans spaces i've been have basically been transfem only with sparing transmascs or nonbinary people here and there. some people really do just tell transmascs to shut up or to not speak about their issues ever because that somehow holds someone else down, etc. etc. there are different groups who participate in the behavior and they handle it in different ways but the end result is always the same

historically there hasn't been much data at all on transmasculine lives for this purpose. there are notable transmasculine and trans man historical figures but theres not much info on most transmasculine and trans man people in general. it's just not information that's preserved well because it's always been hard for us to come out no matter what. there's been lack of interest and support for a long time, and every few decades people find different reasons to mock transmasculine people and trans men and assert that they're just hysterical/stupid/broken/tainted/crossdressing/butch women, or teenagers. there's always some kind of theft of autonomy when it comes to their own identity

i hope that makes sense! let me know if you have any other questions!