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reigningqueenofwords · 6 months ago

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Supernatural Cookbook

Pairing: Dean x reader Word count: 1,173

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Mary had been staying with you and the boys on and off over the last few months. Well, more than usual. You’d found out that you were pregnant, and she was over the moon about becoming a grandmother. You were about five months pregnant, with a tiny bump, and you couldn’t keep Dean’s hands off it. The second he would see you, he’d put his hands on the side, or one hand on the front. Just in hopes he’d feel the baby kick. The pair of you had decided to not find out what you were having. It gave you something extra too look forward to.

You had gone to do some shopping, alone, because you honestly wanted some peace. You promised to call, or pray to Cas, should you need someone. Dean pouted, Sam gave you ‘the look’ that told you he wished you’d changed your mind, and Mary said she understood.

You’d spent the afternoon out, grabbing little things for the guys- travel shampoos, travel body washes, etc and a couple things for the baby- you’d found a cute crib set on sale (score!), and a small box of wipes. Then you’d opted to browse the book store for a little bit. Sometimes it had some great sales, and you were looking for something new to read. Yeah, you had an extensive library, but you weren’t in the mood to read about lore and monsters. Once you found yourself in the cookbook section, one caught your eye, making you chuckle. “Perfect.” You grabbed it and moved to check out.

Sitting in your car, you went through and picked a recipe to make for dinner. Pulling out your phone, you called Dean. Who answered right away.

“You okay?!”

“I’m fine, babe.” You smiled. “I was wondering if you could check the kitchen for some things? I want to make sure we have what I need to make dinner when I get back.” You told him.

“Uh, yeah, sure, lemme get in there and you can tell me what to look for.” He said easily, and you could hear him moving. “How’s your ‘alone day’ going?” He asked, and you pictured him pouting slightly.

You giggled. “Good. I got some stuff to restock your travel bags, and I got the cutest gender neutral crib set on sale.” You said proudly. “You’ll love it.” You assured him.

He chuckled. “I know I will.” He told you. “And, honestly, I don’t know how we didn’t come up with the idea for travel bags years ago! That motel soap kills your skin. And the shampoo? Ugh.” He grunted the last part. “You, my beautiful girlfriend, are a genius!” He said happily. “Alright, I’m in the kitchen. Hit me.” He waited for you to start.

An hour and a half later, you were walking in the bunker, bags in hand. “Need help?” Sam asked, greeting you.

“Sure, can you take these? Can you just put them in the baby’s room? I’ll sort your travel bag stuff after, and get the crib set into the laundry. Right now, I have a dinner to make.” You grinned. “And no one is allowed in the kitchen!” You told him.

His eyebrows shot up. “Not even mom?!” He asked, as you enjoyed cooking with her. “That’s a first.”

You nodded excitedly. “It’s a surprise, and I’m really hoping I do it justice.”

He took the bags and nodded. “I’ll go get these put away, and tell mom and Dean to stay out of the kitchen. Not going to lie, I’m really curious about what you’re making.” He chuckled.

“BOYS!” You called out, knowing that they’d hear you. “Dinner!” You added. Dinner smelled amazing, and you hoped it tasted as good!

Dean came in, licking his lips. “This smells so familiar, but I can’t figure out why…” He muttered. “But, it’s invisible?” He teased, kissing your cheek and motioning to the table.

“I’m letting you guys sit before I bring it out.” You smiled up at him.

Sam and Mary came in moments later. “Sam says that you wanted dinner to be a surprise.” She smiled at you. “Smells amazing!” She complimented you as they each took a seat.

“I’ll be right back!” You all but bounced to the kitchen, making them chuckle. Minutes later, you walked back in. “Alright.” You were nervous, setting the dish in the middle of the table. “I hope it came out okay.” You said shyly.

Mary stared. “Is that...how did you know how to make Winchester surprise?!” She looked at you. “Even the boys don’t know.”

Your cheeks turned a bright red as you lifted a book from your seat. “Saw this in the bookstore. I was hoping it got it right.” You handed it to her.

“There’s a Supernatural cookbook, too?!” Dean whined.

Mary looked through the pages. “Wow.” She chuckled. “This is great.” She smiled, handing it back.

You set it off to the side and sat down. “I hope I did your recipe justice, Mary.” You told her as Dean went to get some.

“That was so good, babe.” Dean leaned back in his chair, hand on his stomach. “Now we can have that even when mom isn’t here.” He chuckled. “What else they got in that thing?” He asked, curious.

You laughed. “What, does Dean Winchester actually want to look at a Supernatural book?” You teased.

He shrugged. “If it’s got food like that in there? Hell yeah.” He grinned as you handed it over. “Alright, let’s see what we got here.” He mused as he opened it. “Dude! ‘Pig ‘in a Poke’! ‘Elvis Burger’. ‘Sam’s Cobb Salad’. ‘Mary’s Piggly Wiggly Meatloaf’.” He chuckled, looking at his mom. “They know you’re a good cook!” He beamed, going back to it. “‘Bobby’s Boozy Balls’. Oh, you gotta make this. I don’t care if it’s mom or Y/N.” Dean licked his lips, showing you the book. “‘Bourbon pecan pie’.”

“Yeah, that’s one of the ones that made me grab it.” You admitted. “The stuff for it is in the kitchen.” You smiled, loving how excited he looked. “I was hoping that you’d help make it later?”

“Of course!” He nodded, getting up. “Let me clean up from dinner, and then we can start that?” He asked, hopeful.

“Sure.” You got up, rubbing your small bump. “I’ll go get your tavel bags set up while you do that.” You always liked to make sure they were fully stocked, because you never knew when a hunt would come up. “Come get me when you want to bake.” You smiled, kissing his cheek.

Mary and Sam watched the two of you, amused. Once you and Dean went your ways, she looked at Sam. “Good thing she’s already pregnant.” Mary said jokingly, making Sam choke on his beer. “What? It’s true and you know it.” She patted his back.

“Never thought I’d see him so excited for a Supernatural book.” Sam shook his head.

“It’s a cookbook. He likes food. Of course he’s excited.” Mary chuckled.

#dean x reader

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unfinshedsentec · 3 years ago

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their pet names for you!

a/n: I reallyyyy wanted to write some fluff so uh…here’s this<3

reader is gender neutral in everyone’s except for waka’s

characters: mikey, baji, izana, ran, inui, and wakasa

tw: slightly suggestive content

Mikey

Mikey 100% calls you babe. It’s something he heard someone else call their s/o, and well, he calls you it now.

He quite literally never calls you your name, it’s only babe.

When Mikey whines he calls you babe, he casually calls you babe, he calls you babe in bed, he calls you babe when he’s sad. Literally anytime anywhere, you’re babe. There was even a point where Toman genuinely thought your name was babe.

Random guys you didn’t know were calling you babe because that’s the only thing they knew you by!

Needless to say, babe is heard more than your name.

The only time Mikey doesn’t call you babe is when he’s angry sooo…. let’s hope he keeps calling you babe, cause we all know what happens when Mikey’s angry………

Baji

Baji either calls you babe like Mikey, or dumbass. There’s no in between.

He calls you babe around other people, or really most times when he’s with you. But, when you do/say something stupid, he calls you dumbass like he’s not one himself. Of course, he’s not trying to insult you, that’s just how he is. Any other time though, he calls you babe. In fact, he rarely calls you anything else.

The only time he doesn’t have a nickname for you is around his mom. He refuses to call you anything except your first and last name around his mom. He thinks it’s more polite and well, it’s much better than dumbass.

What can I say, he’s got to impress his mom with his boyfriend skills.

Overall, Baji’s a great boyfriend and his nicknames are amazing…. just try your best to not be a dumbass, cause if you are, Baji WILL point it out.

Izana

I really see Izana as the gentlemen type. He’d be someone to treat you very well, and of course, he has the cutest name for you too. His favorite, and the one you hear the absolute most is “Love”.

He’d call you love more than your actual name.

Hell, most people didn’t know your name until Kakucho told them, all because they only knew you as “love”. Honestly, it’s more concerning when he doesn’t call you love.

If he’s feeling especially good, he’ll even call you darling! That’s usually when he’s feeling super polite on a date or something. Any other time, he calls you love…especially when he’s needy.

Something about calling you love and being called love is just so heartwarming for the both of you, so don’t expect that change anytime soon! You always have been and always will be Izana’s love!

Ran

Ran would call you hot stuff. There’s no doubt about it. Hot stuff always was, and always will be your nickname.

In a lot of situations, he calls you it just because he wants sex, but of course, it’s just a nickname that stuck. If your sad and need comfort, Ran will still call you hot stuff. If your cooking stuff, Ran will just come up behind you and call you hot stuff. When you walk in a room, he’s calling you hot stuff.

He just loves that nickname.

He especially loves the fact that it shows other people that you’re his. Well, and Ran loves seeing how flustered you get when he yells “YOU LOOK SEXY HOT STUFF!”

Needless to say, hot stuff is your nickname and forever will be. So, you better get used to it, because it’s stuck to you now!

Inui

Honestly, I’m not gonna lie, Inui just calls you by your name. Pet names just aren’t really his thing, so, he just calls you by your first name!

Inui really likes your name too, so he sees no problem calling you it. He thinks your name is much prettier than any nickname he could give you. He also thinks it fits you much more. Other nicknames like honey or baby just doesn’t seem to fit you as well as your name, and they’re nowhere near as deserving.

Occasionally, Inui gets weird looks by calling his s/o their name, but he really doesn’t care. He loves your name. Of course, there is one time when he gives you your pet name…

When he’s needy, he ALWAYS calls you pet names. So uh, enjoy the nickname while it lasts...but then again, you might be focused on other things…

Waka

WAKA CALLS YOU PRICNESS OF COURSE!!

Would he call you anything else? I mean, this man would call you it all the time. He adorably calls you princess, he sexily calls you princess, and of course, he just casually calls you princess. Hell, to other people, he calls you “my princess!”

You’re his princess, and his princess only. Even when he’s mad at you, your still his princess. He just loves you so much, and truly believes you have the beauty and personality of a princess. So, what better nickname to call than princess?

Overall, Waka calls you princess, and he always will. And to be honest, Waka calling you princess is a dream and my god what I would do to hear him call me that….

//end!

masterlist || reblogs are very appreciated <3

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thefanficmonster · 3 years ago

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Nothing Much

Corpse Husband x Reader (Gender Neutral), Corpse Husband & Reader’s Child (Female)

Warnings: None :)

Genre: Domestic Fluff, Humor, RPF (Real Person Fic)

Summary: Just one day of the many Corpse has had to babysit his roommate Y/N’s rowdy toddler.

Requested by Anon. Hi dear! Thank you so much for your wonderfully adorable request! I had such a blast writing it and I’m really sorry I haven’t been able to get around to it sooner but here it finally is and I hope it makes the wait worth it! Love, Vy ❤

Note: P/T - Parental Title (Mother/Mom, Father/Dad, other...)

“I’m off! Have fun you two!“ You call out from the foyer of yours and Corpse’s shared apartment, hopping around on one foot as you put on your shoes.

Your roommate emerges from the kitchen with your one year old daughter Morgan on his hip, pacifier in her mouth to keep her from chewing on the poor man’s hair, “Good luck at work.”

“Thanks.“ You give him a small smile, adjusting our clothes one last time in the full-body length mirror before kissing your daughter on the top of the head, “Be good, ok? Don’t torture Corpse too much.“ The toddler, as though she understands the teasing, flashes you a smile as much as she can around the pacifier and it’s the most wholesome thing. You kiss Corpse one the cheek, exchanging quick ‘bye‘s with him before you head out the door, closing it with a click of the lock behind you.

And with that, the one year old baby and the twenty-four year old man-child alone in the apartment as every other day of the week except weekends.

“Alright, your P/T left us a list of things we need to do so, as soon as I’m done with that, we’ll be off to the park, ok?“ This is their usual routing but Morgan is just a child so she never, not even for a single day, strays from showing her impatience when it comes to going to the park. Today, luckily, she’s decided to show it in the form of a frown and a pout instead of her ear-splitting crying. Still, Corpse ‘scolds‘ her for good measure - ok, he actually does it to make her giggle which, “Hey, don’t give me that look. You’re the only living being on this world that can drag me out into one of the most crowded places in this part of the city. The least you can do is hold your horses, alright?“

There’s that adorable giggle that confirms that he’d be the most push-over of a dad if he ever becomes one. He’s witnessed you holding your own when scolding the little girl, even when she gazes at you with the most adorable of eyes and he’s amazed by you’re strength. He knows that he’d never even find himself in that situation because he’d capitulate right away.

He sets the toddler down in what you and him have jokingly started referring to as ‘The Enclosure’ which is basically a child fence to mark a certain perimeter of territory filled with toys, not only for Morgan to not roam around, but for you and him to not slip on any unforeseen stuffed animals. It’s not like the toddler doesn’t easily chuck them over the fence but it’s proven to have more pros than cons.

Given that today you accidentally woke her up while you were getting ready for work, she’s not the most energetic and definitely not keen on playing baseball with her toys so she instead topples over and nuzzles into the pillows laid in The Enclosure to catch up on some extra z’s while her servant goes around taking care of stuff.

Watering plants, making a grocery list which he’ll later text to you, tidying up the living room a bit etc. - all the more reasons why you pay a bigger portion of the rent than he does. It’s a fair agreement if I do say so myself.

He does everything with the stealth of a ninja, not at all looking forward to the wails he’ll have to deal with if he wakes up the sleeping baby.

Luckily, he doesn’t need to meander around like he’s walking on eggshells for long because approximately two hours later, as he’s drinking his coffee and scrolling through Twitter by the dining table, he receives the blow of a stuffed Winnie the Pooh straight to the arm.

Although initially startled, when he looks up to see the amused laughing of the toddler, he grins back at her, setting the phone and mug down.

“I’m assuming this means we’re going to the park, huh?“ If the excited clapping is anything to go by the answer is ‘yes‘.

* * * * *

The journey to the park is really....something.

Corpse enjoys it because he gets to feed on some actual sunlight and also not talk much, plus, while it may be one of the most crowded places, nobody pays attention to anyone except the person/people they’re with. The majority of the demographic are parents of kids ages 1-6 so they really can’t afford to be looking around at other passerbys out of fear they might lose track of their child or, God forbid, take home the wrong one.

Yes, that’s a genuine fear of Corpse’s, don’t even ask.

Morgan is a very friendly kid, but she’s also too forthright with her IRL friend invitations and that can be intimidating to other kids, even if they are a year or two older than her. That’s why he’s gotta keep her in check and thankfully they have a mutual understanding with nothing but facial expressions and body language so he doesn’t have to voice all his disagreements with her behavior.

By the time 4 PM rolls around, he has to pry her off the playground while battling the urge to give into her demands just so she won’t be upset but, alas, you’ve warned him countless times to NOT DO THAT. You know, not be a push-over.

On the way back Corpse plays music in the car that she blabbers along to, and no she doesn’t stop even when he pulls up to the drive thru window where he orders dinner for the two of you. You two are both cooked when you get back home from your respective activities so neither of you is expected to cook dinner.

The last three hours of you being away are always improvised. There’s no plan and no guessing as to what she may want to do or play with. One day it was the remote, the quest to press all the buttons. Another time all she wanted to do was get tangled in the curtains and sleep like that. And, if we were to set a default, it would be the tantrum throwing if he dares to set her down.

Imagine him going around setting the table one-handed while also singing to her so she’d fall asleep. Let me tell you, Morgan is picky with her music. And, for better or for worse, she’s a big fan of his music so all he has to do is pick the correct song and she’ll be asleep in no time.

But the kid’s got a sensor that is able to tell when her P/T is within a mile radius so she jostles out of her sleep before you’ve even managed to get your keys in the lock.

“There’s P/T.“ Corpse chuckles, setting her down to avoid a broken rib as a result of her thrashing.

The little rascal runs straight into you, nearly knocking you off balance and just holds onto you like that, lifting her head to gaze up at you with her drowsy eyes and the cutest smile while holding you hostage at the door.

“Hi baby! P/T missed you so much!“ You’d hug her back if it weren’t for the grocery bags weighing your arms down, “Corpse?“

“At your assistance.“ He spawns out of nowhere to free you from the crippling weight of the shopping you’ve done so it can be replaced by the toddler which you’ve now hoisted up into your embrace.

“Thanks, you’re a literal angel.“ You take your coat of with a minor struggle and kick off your shoes before following him in the kitchen where the smell of the food he bought has spread through the air deliciously. “So, what did you two to so?“

Without fail, every single time, no matter what it is they’d done, the response is the same. They could’ve been to Las Vegas or robbed a bank for all you know, especially when it’s said with such conspiracy to it.

“Not much.“ Corpse winks at Morgan who responds with a giggle, both in on something that you’ll forever be kept in the dark about.

You can try all you want, Y/N, that bank robbery and all the money they blew in Vegas stays between them.

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starlitangels · 3 years ago

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Period Comfort

My period started yesterday and it sucks so I wrote this to make myself feel better and threw it in the queue to be posted today I’m tagging this as “female reader” but it’s technically gender-neutral, for all y’all out there who happen to be in involuntary possession of a uterus 1.8k words

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Creak! “Freelancer?” Huxley called from my front door. I heard his slight grunt as he kicked it shut.

I groaned. “In my room, Hux,” I replied, curling tighter around the pillow I was clutching. I heard the familiar rustling of Huxley’s reusable, eco-friendly tote bags (heaven knew I’d gone grocery shopping with him enough times) being set on my sofa and the quiet noises of him sliding his sandals off.

His footsteps were always remarkably quiet, despite how tall and muscular he was. That said, I still heard him cross my small apartment seconds before he appeared in my bedroom doorway.

“Hey dude,” he greeted.

“Hi, Hux. What are you doing here?” I asked, trying not to cringe against the cramps.

“Gav texted me,” Huxley replied. “Told me your period started. He felt bad he couldn’t be here for you, so he asked if I could come keep an eye on you. Said that your first few days are always the worst.”

“Mmhmm,” I agreed.

“So, here I am. And I brought stuff. Snacks, a heating pad, painkillers, extra products if you need ‘em. Didn’t know what you like or usually use so I brought a selection.” He gave me a smile as he stood in my doorway, rocking up onto the balls of his feet.

He was waiting for permission.

“You can come in, Huxley,” I said.

“Okay good.” He smiled wide and stepped over the threshold. He crossed to my bed in two strides and dramatically pulled my covers off with a flourish, not seeming to care about the tank top and shorts I wore to bed. “C’mon. We’re getting you out of this bed, first.” He quite literally scooped me up in one arm and carried me out of the room. He deposited me on my sofa next to his tote bags. He rifled around in one of them for a minute and pulled out a heating pad. I watched as he pulled my sofa away from the wall with one hand—not even struggling even though I was also on said sofa—to find the outlet hidden behind it. “Here you go,” he declared, handing me the heating pad.

“Thanks,” I said.

“Wanna watch somethin’?” He kept sifting through his bags—before pulling out two bottles of painkillers. “I was thinking, like, a Nat Geo documentary or somethin’.”

“You’re being... remarkably chill about all this,” I said.

Huxley scrunched his eyebrows. “Dude—I’ve got two moms. They’ve been teaching me about this kinda stuff since I was five.”

“Fair point.”

As he’d been speaking, he counted out painkillers. “One of my moms swears by four ibuprofen and two acetaminophen as a miracle dose for cramps,” he said, passing me the six pills and a bottle of water pulled from another bag. “Have you had anything to eat?”

“No. I hadn’t even gotten out of bed.”

“Okay. Set those on the coffee table and don’t take them yet,” he said. I was going to give him sass that I’d been doing this for a while and knew better than to take painkillers on an empty stomach, but managed to control my moodiness enough to keep the sarcasm to myself. “Let me grab you something to eat. How does toast sound?”

“Fantastic,” I muttered.

He retreated into my kitchen, leaving the door wide open. I turned on my small TV and connected my phone to the Chromecast plugged into the back of it to play something from YouTube. I fiddled around on YouTube for a bit before I found a long-form video of someone building a house in Minecraft set to soothing music and selected it. After an ad—that I muted—I curled up tighter on the couch around my pillow and the heating pad and waited for Huxley to return.

He came back with a plate of toast and handed it to me before moving all the tote bags off the sofa to clear enough room for him to sit next to me. “Dig the video, dude,” he remarked as I started to munch on my toast.

“Thanks. Thought it’d be distracting.”

“Hey, Minecraft is dope.” He smiled.

We watched the house continue to be built for a while. Until well after I finished my toast and taken the painkillers.

“Freelancer?” Hux asked.

“Mm?”

“This might sound kinda weird—and if you want me to cool it, just tell me, y’know—but... do you wanna, like... cuddle?”

I almost sagged. “Yes. Please.”

He chuckled and wrapped an arm around my shoulders, pulling me against his side. I rested my head on his chest, listening to his strong, steady heartbeat. Huxley was warm and gentle. I took his opposite hand and guided it to press the heating pad against my lower abdomen. He didn’t protest or question anything. Just let me configure his position. Though he did give me a concerned look when I pushed his hand hard against the heating pad. “Dude, is that, like, gonna hurt you?”

“No. The pressure makes it feel better,” I said.

“Okay.” He shrugged.

“But if your arm starts to get tired, you can totally take a break. It’s not a big deal. It’s just—well—your hand is bigger than mine. You can spread the pressure out over the entire area for a while. Which helps ease the cramps before the painkillers kick in.”

“Hey, whatever I can do to help,” he said nonchalantly. “I mean that. Whatever you need today. I’m here to make sure you’re comfortable and taken care of.”

Stupid period hormones, I thought as my eyes started to water. “Thanks, Huxley.”

We stayed like that for a long time. I almost fell asleep with the music of the Minecraft video in one ear and Huxley’s heart in the other.

Huxley did fall asleep. I could tell when the pressure of his hand against my abdomen relaxed and his cheek squished against the top of my head. We’d gone camping together once—with Lasko and Damien, last summer—so I’d found out that he snored sometimes, but he was quiet. Breathing deeply, making my head rise and fall with the movement of his chest.

The painkillers had finally kicked in—and Huxley’s mom was right. The dose had been effective.

Once the debilitating pain of the cramps had finally eased out, I slowly extricated myself from Huxley’s cuddle to go to the bathroom—and then check my bed. He’d swept me from my room so quickly I hadn’t seen whether I’d bled onto the sheets or not.

Thankfully, I hadn’t. One less thing of laundry to take care of.

By the time I returned to the living room, Huxley had woken up. He was in the process of stretching. Back arching almost off the couch completely, arms behind his head, face screwed up, legs extended under the coffee table.

He flopped, relaxing. “Sorry, dude. I didn’t think I was gonna pass out.”

I smiled. “You’re fine,” I replied. “I fell asleep too.” Little white lie—and I almost had. It was close enough.

“How are you feelin’?”

“Better now that the painkillers have kicked in.”

He gave me a look. “See? Told ya.”

“I never doubted you, or your moms, for one second,” I said, plopping back onto the couch next to him, where his arm was already draped over the back of the couch where I’d been sitting before. He chuckled and wrapped that arm over my shoulders. “You’re so warm.”

He hummed his agreement and handed me my phone. “Wanna watch somethin’ else? Maybe somethin’ that doesn’t make us wanna fall asleep?” he offered.

I unlocked my phone and looked in the Video folder of apps. “Sure,” I muttered. “Still thinking a documentary?”

“Nah, man—that’d put me right out again.” He shook his head. “But we could watch a couple episodes of Avatar: The Last Airbender if you want.”

I smiled. “Sure. Let’s watch that.”

—

My phone started ringing, making me jump out of my skin. Huxley looked up from where he’d been glancing at an email on his phone.

I grabbed mine. “It’s Damien,” I said. I slid the Answer option. “Hey Damien. What’s up?”

“Huxley’s not answering his phone. Have you seen him?”

“Huxley and his phone are right here. In my living room,” I said. I moved my phone away from my mouth. “Hux, Damien’s been trying to call you.”

Huxley swore under his breath. “I forgot I’ve got it on Do Not Disturb,” he said.

I put my phone closer to my face. “His phone was on Do Not Disturb. Wanna talk to him?”

Before Damien could even answer, I passed the phone to Huxley. He took it and held it up. “Hey, man. What’s up?” He listened for a bit. “Yeah, Freelancer and I are hangin’ out.” Another pause. Huxley glanced at me. “Do you mind if I tell him what’s up?” he asked quietly.

“Go ahead,” I said with a shrug.

“Okay.” He paused. “Well, no, Damien. Technically they’re fine—but their period started. Gav texted me and said he couldn’t be here today. Asked if I’d come keep an eye out.” Huxley listened. I could hear Damien’s sharp voice, but couldn’t make out any words. “Yeah. No, totally. I can help you out tomorrow if you still need it. I mean, you know me, dude. I could fix a cabinet in my sleep. Or I could talk you through it, if you’d rather. But I’d really rather do it myself.” He listened. “Yeah, no, totally. See you tomorrow. Bye.” He hung up and handed my phone back to me.

“Cabinet door broke again?” I asked. “The one above his fridge?”

“Yeah.”

“Well I’m glad you’re helping him. Last time that stupid thing broke, I tried to help. We both fell off the stepladder at least once trying to reach the damn hinge over the fridge and I wasn’t good enough at psychokinesis to do it with magic.”

Huxley chuckled. “I’m happy to help. You know that.”

“I know,” I replied.

He stretched again. “You gettin’ hungry for lunch?”

“Kinda.”

“Cool. Let me go make something. Whatcha feelin’ like?”

“Honestly, just like, ramen or soup or something. I’m not in the mood for complicated. I’m in the mood for warm and filling.”

“You got it, Freelancer.” Huxley gave me a hug, squeezing me gently, and hopped up to go disappear back into my kitchen again. I could hear him quietly humming under his breath and smiled.

A few minutes later, he reemerged.

“There you go. One nice bowl of soup, for one nice Freelancer,” he said, handing me the spoon but setting the bowl on the coffee table.

I smiled, accepting the spoon. “Thanks, Hux. And thanks for hanging out with me today. Usually I just kinda... wallow in my own misery for the first couple days. It’s been nice to have someone here with me.”

“Sure thing, dude. I like being able to help people. Especially my family. I’ll stick around for as long as you need me.”

I felt my eyes water again and turned my attention to the soup. “You’re the best, Huxley.”

#Redacted ASMR #fic #Redacted Huxley #Huxley #Redacted Freelancer #female reader #Freelancer #give me all the platonic Hux cuddles #it would solve 85 of my 99 problems #Starlit Fic

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svtskneecaps · 3 years ago

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sunset in a bottle

(gender neutral) reader x lee seokmin

genre: fluff, and about three paragraphs where it gets a wee bit of angst in it ; words: 3.3k

horse camp!au; listen in the interest of full disclosure i ripped most of the mystery aspect from the Barbie Horse Adventures: Riding Camp wii game alright, anything in 'single quotes' is more or less quoted directly from the game. also, my knowledge of horses begins and ends with that game (and about twelve total hours on a horse over the course of my entire [redacted] years of life) so if you know stuff about horses. please stop.

note: HEYA @escapewriter I GOT YOU BABY, I BE SANTA, SORRY LAKJSDFLKAJSFD MERRY HOLIDAY BUD I HOPE THIS IS GOOD also hope that tag works anyway love u <3

(also thank u yellow for struggling to title this bad boy with me and coming up with the one seen here, let's just all agree not to think too hard about it thx)

You wanted so badly to be mad. You wanted to be huffy, and you wanted to sulk, and you wanted to rail against your mom for kicking you off to some ridiculous horse camp on some ridiculous island a million miles from everything you’d ever known, but damn it all, the island was just too pretty. It was too hard to stay mad when the sea glittered everywhere you looked, and the distant sound of the waterfall serenaded you to sleep. So you wanted to consume yourself in angst--but you couldn’t.

C’est la vie.

The horse riding wasn’t too bad, either--once you stopped gasping every time the horse picked up speed. At least the horse was patient with you. The woman who ran the camp--Ms. Roberts--seemed unsurprised by your hesitance towards picking up speed. Apparently your grace in the saddle once you finally crossed that little mental hurdle was more surprising, although you didn’t hear that from her directly. You only found out when she sent you to saddle up.

“Try to find my nephew,” she said. “Ask him for Breezy.”

And you did as she’d said, pushing through the stable doors and looking for the stable boy you’d been introduced to on your first day.

“Seokmin!” You didn’t yell it as loud as you wanted, wary of startling the horses, but it was a big building and you weren’t about to keep Ms. Roberts waiting.

“Polo!” he called back.

You snorted, rounding the corner to see him grooming one of the horses--one you recognized as way above your skill level. “Shouldn’t that only come after Marco?”

“They’re both names, aren’t they?” He set the brush down, turning to face you with a smile. “What can I do for you?”

“Ms. Roberts said to ask you about ‘Breezy’.” Saying it aloud landed you with conflicting feelings--either you sounded like a spy, or a total dork.

Seokmin’s eyebrows shot up. “Wow, already?”

“Already?” you echoed. “Am I about to live my ‘main character in a horse girl movie’ dreams?”

He shook his head. “No, Breezy’s a total sweetheart, but usually my aunt keeps new riders on Tammy for another week.”

“Well, I swear I’ve never been on a horse before,” you said, holding up three fingers. “Scout’s honor.” You’d never been a scout, but he didn’t need to know that.

“That I could tell.” He laughed, but it didn’t feel mean. He gestured to the horse he’d been grooming. “This stunning beauty is Breezy.”

You felt your own eyebrows shoot up, but you tried to soften the sudden fear. “Bit narcissistic to compliment your own work, huh?”

“It’s not narcissistic if it’s true,” he countered.

“I’ll give you that one, she truly is stunning.” You chewed your lip. “She’s also way out of my league.”

“Not if my aunt said to ask for her,” he said, grabbing the saddle hanging on the wall. “She thinks you can handle it.”

“Well I sure don’t.”

But he was already adjusting the stirrups, paying your naysaying no mind. “Ready to mount up?”

“Um,” you said, articulately, staring the horse in her sleepy, terrifying eyes. “What happens if I say no?”

��Then we’ll saddle up Tammy and you can practice until you feel ready.” He set a hand on your arm and smiled. “But for what it’s worth, my aunt believes in you. And so do I.”

For once, your lack of air had nothing to do with horses.

“Okay,” you said, when you finally found your voice. “Let’s give it a shot.”

It took you a couple tries to mount up. Breezy was taller (and terrifying) but you got it, without help, even, although it was offered. You found yourself beaming as you walked the horse over to Ms. Roberts, and you barely gasped at the speed changes and found yourself at ease in a steady trot by the end of the lesson.

Overall, an excellent day’s work, in your opinion.

Pretty quick, you were cleared for free riding across the island. You’d been strictly instructed to keep to the main trails, but otherwise you’d been allowed free reign (ha. free rein). And it was exactly what you needed; careening around the scenery at a walk or a trot or--very rarely--a gallup was a balm to your soul. You’d graduated from Breezy to a horse more equipped for the long rides you craved--Buckshot. You thought that’d be the kind of name given to a sprinter, but he seemed to enjoy long walks on the beach as much as you did, which was good, because one of your long walks uncovered the bottle.

At first you thought it was just trash, which kinda pissed you off.

“People have no respect,” you grumbled, swinging your leg over Buckshot’s back to hop down and grab it. Brushing the sand off it, you realized there was something inside--a paper. The cork in the bottle was stuck pretty tight, but with enough work you got it out of the way. It must’ve been ancient, since it fell apart under your fingers. Fishing the paper out of the bottle was the work of seconds.

You heard the callout while you read, “Marco!”

“Polo!” you hollered back, still skimming the page.

Seokmin appeared over the hill, reigning Tantor to a halt. “It’s sunset, time for campers to be back at the stables.” Then he blinked. “What’s that?”

“Message in a bottle,” you answered.

“Ooh, really?” He dismounted with grace you could never hope to match. “What’s it say?”

“Not gonna lie, it’s pretty depressing,” you said. “It says, ‘To whoever finds this, it looks like our boat is going down, and I will never see my beautiful island again. I was so scared to go on the boat, and now I know why. They’re getting the lifeboats ready, but I’m still scared. So if anyone finds this, you can have the jewelry I hid in the heart of the old place. Momma’s calling now. Think of me. Signed--” you squinted, trying to decipher the curlicues “--Hannah Roberts’.”

Seokmin’s eyebrows shot up. “Hannah Roberts?”

“Is she related to you?”

“Yeah, she’s my great-great aunt.”

You huffed a breath. “Oof, sorry to have read her final words out of nowhere.”

“Actually, those weren’t her final words.” He grinned. “She actually survived and lived a long and happy life at her destination. They shipped all her stuff back after she died of old age.” He frowned. “She was right about one thing, though. She never did come back to the island.”

“Well that sucks.”

He shrugged. “She seemed happy out there.”

You frowned at the note. “Wonder what she meant by ‘the old place’.”

“Are you thinking about trying to find it?”

“Well, if she never came back to the island, it’s probably still there, right? Family heirlooms should be with the actual family.” You shrugged, rolling your shoulders. “Besides, I need a project. Just something to focus on.”

“Blasting through ribbons faster than any camper on record isn’t enough for you?” he teased, moving to mount his horse.

You rolled your eyes, attempting to mount Buckshot and succeeding on the third try. “I’m not that impressive.”

“Sure you are!” He swung himself onto Tantor’s back, on the first attempt.

“Uh huh,” you said.

He sighed, shaking his head at you. “You can’t compare yourself to me,” he scolded. “I grew up here.” He wheeled his horse around, patting you on the shoulder. “Trust the horse boy, you’re doing amazing.”

Then he grinned. “Race you to the stables!” He clicked his tongue and Tantor took off like a shot.

You gasped, looking down at Buckshot. “We’re not gonna let that stand are we?” With a click of your tongue and a gentle squeeze, he took off after Seokmin.

(they beat you there, of course, but you didn’t fall off or panic and he didn’t even seem to be handicapping himself, so you’d count that as a victory of your own)

You met up with Seokmin after the first jumping lesson, throwing yourself dramatically to the porch next to his chair with a groan. He looked up from his book.

“That good, huh?”

“Curse you for inflating my ego with your repeated assurances that I’m a prodigy,” you grumble. “Do you have any idea what I’ve been through today?”

He pretended to consider, before smiling. “No clue!”

“First, Jeonghan had me set up the course by myself, even though I’ve never done it before, and I still haven’t figured out if it was a teaching moment or if he just didn’t want to do it himself--”

“The second one.”

“--And then I spent the morning toppling on my ass, and the afternoon icing my bruises.” You threw a hand over your eyes. “My pride is too wounded, I can never ride again. I will never move from this spot. I’ll become one with the moss. Remember me as I was, and not as I am. My strength. . . it’s failing. . .”

“Well, I found Hannah’s diary.”

You sat up. “My strength returns.”

He laughed and it sounded like a sunset. “You wanna see?”

“Am I allowed?”

He shut the book and stood, offering you a hand up. “Of course you are.”

You took his hand.

Reading the diary was an adventure. You kept cycling through emotions--from guilt over reading someone’s private thoughts, to giddy over witnessing this slice of history, to analytic as you scanned every passage of the diary for some hint as to what ‘the old place’ meant. The wild shifts made Seokmin giggle, but he was just as bad as you were, so you didn’t feel bad about it in the slightest.

Seokmin grabbed your arm, pointing at a passage. “Look, she mentioned the bottle!” He bent over the page (he was better at reading cursive). “ ‘Now that I’m safe, I wonder if anyone will find that message in a bottle I threw overboard. I would hate to lose my jewelry forever. Of course, they would have to find the Rainbow Waterfall and the cave painting I made in order to figure it out.’ ”

You chewed your lip. “There’s only the one waterfall on the island, right?” That trail had scared you far too much to attempt it.

“Yeah.” He suddenly seemed unsure. “But the storm caused a lot of damage across the island, and that path is treacherous on a good day. If you’re not careful, some of those bridges could snap right beneath you. It wouldn’t be safe.”

You sighed. “Then I guess the adventure ends here, until the trail gets fixed.”

“Guess so.” He patted your shoulder. “On the bright side, we’ve still got a ton of history to go through.”

“True!” You brightened. “I wanna see how she met her lover.”

“Her lover,” he echoed, faking a swoon. “You say it so romantically, it really is like the days of old.”

“Well I don’t know who she married!” You defended. He opened his mouth and you shrieked. “And don’t you dare spoil it!”

“I wasn’t! I swear!” He leaned back over the diary. “Come on, she’s going to that dance she mentioned a couple entries ago. You’ll miss all the drama.”

“If she didn’t manage to upstage Tiffany Greenwood the world has no justice.”

In your defense, you’d intended to keep the agreement. You stayed to the well trod trails, focused on your riding, careened over hill and dale, until you left everything in the dust and Marco, Polo became less of a joke and more of the easiest way for Seokmin to find you, when sunset finally came.

(by this point, you knew enough to start heading back by then, but he still came out to find you. truthfully, you enjoyed racing him to the stables in the twilight, and seeing him grin at you as you hurtled across the terrain affected your heart rate more than the adrenaline)

But you completed the camp requirements for a jumping ribbon, and you blasted through the Roads and Tracks ribbon, and there was only one ribbon left to work towards, and it scared you. When that was done, what was left?

And then it was visitation day.

And your mom came to the island.

And she took one look at your ribbons--four ribbons, obtained faster than anyone in the history of the camp--and said, “Well. It took you long enough.”

The sun didn’t set right, that night. You didn’t leave the bunkhouse. You didn’t see Seokmin. You just laid there, staring at your ribbons.

(took you long enough)

And then you were on the mountain trail, staring down a wooden bridge--barely visible between the faint light of a crescent moon and the vapor from the waterfall--with the reins clenched in your fists.

You dismounted, heart pounding. You wouldn’t put Buckshot in danger. Thinking was difficult, over the beating of your heart and the echo in your head (took you long enough), but you had enough sense to know that this was stupid--that putting anyone else in danger was stupid--and you patted the horse on the side and stepped closer to the bridge.

And then the call echoed up the mountain, “Marco!”

You froze.

Again, “Marco!”

You hesitated, but called back. “Polo.”

Seokmin guided Tantor up the mountain at a canter, dismounting with that grace you didn’t have--that you would never have--and hurried over to meet you.

“What are you doing out here?” he asked, and his eyes shone with worry.

“How’d you know I’d be here?” you said, instead of answering.

He started, stopped, hesitated, and then said, “I missed you at sunset,” he said. “And I was going to stop in and see if you were okay, and you were gone. The mountain was. . . just a hunch.” He placed a gentle hand on your arm. “But you didn’t answer my question.”

You looked away--you couldn’t meet his eyes. “It’s. . .”

You wanted to be honest. He made you want to be honest.

“I wasn’t fast enough,” you said. “I spent too much time being scared and falling off, and I didn’t get the ribbons fast enough.”

“Says who?”

The outburst made your eyes snap up to his face--his expression shifting from flabbergasted to annoyed and back, every second.

“You’ve advanced faster than any student we’ve ever had at this camp,” he said. “It took me a whole year to earn my Roads and Tracks ribbon, so you listen to me and you listen good.” And he took you by the hands and looked you in the eye which made it very hard to listen. “Not only are you fast enough, you’re too fast. I mean-- leave some for the rest of the campers, come on!”

You snorted, and he grinned.

“No,” you said, “it’s all mine. They can fight me for it.”

He laughed, squeezing your hands. “That’s the spirit.” He bumped your shoulder. “And I’m the resident horse expert, so you know I’m right.”

You glanced over your shoulder at the misty bridge. “Guess we better get back to the stables.”

“We could, but we’re already up here.”

“And it’s dangerous. You said so yourself.”

“I said it was dangerous for you. And that was before you finished the Roads and Tracks ribbon.” He mounted Tantor, wiggling his eyebrows. “How ‘bout it?”

He would be the death of you.

You swung yourself back onto Buckshot. “Let’s do it.”

The trail was as treacherous as was advertised, but the horses were careful and you made it to the top of the mountain with relative ease.

You dismounted, staring across the island.

“Pretty cool, huh?” Seokmin said.

It was no sunset. “It’s sure pretty,” you said, watching the thousands of stars.

“We’ll have to come up here before sunset sometime. You’ll love it.” He nudged your arm, then turned to an outcropping. “If Wii Sports Resort taught me anything, it’s that there’s gonna be a cave back here-- aha!”

“Wii Sports Resort?”

He seized your hand and tugged you behind him. “I can’t believe I never found this place before!” He yanked a flashlight out of his pocket, flicking it on to reveal the small chamber--and the painting.

“That is a big tree,” you said, staring at the mural overtaking most of the wall. Despite the years, it hadn’t faded really at all.

“For a cave painting it’s really detailed.”

“What I don’t get is why you’d leave a hint in a cave painting at the top of a mountain.” You shook your head. “It seems like a lot of unnecessary steps.”

“Shh!” He waved a finger at you distractedly. “Don’t look a gift horse in the mouth!”

“Didn’t that lead to the fall of Troy?”

“Shh!” He surveyed the cave wall, and then pointed. “There’s a heart on the trunk. That seems important.”

“Didn’t she mention something like that in the bottle? In the heart of the old place, right?”

He shook your shoulder, bouncing on his heels. “There’s only one tree on the island she could mean!”

“The Ancient Oak,” you finished.

“We gotta check it out. We gotta check it out now!”

“Since when was I the voice of reason?”

“Oh come on, you’re with me, and if we find the jewelry there’s no way my aunt will be mad at us when we get back,” he whined.

You laughed. “I was convinced from the minute you said it. Race you once we’re clear of the mountain?”

“You’re on!”

Going down the mountain was harder than going up, somehow, and while Buckshot was an angel, he was not a racer, so naturally Tantor and Seokmin won the breakneck chase to the tree.

“Check it out, it’s shaped like a heart!” He pointed at a knot in the trunk as you trotted up. “It’s the thing, it’s gotta be!”

“Is the jewelry in the tree then? Or like, buried under it?” You swung yourself off your horse.

“In it I bet, she said in the heart, didn’t she?” He inspected the knot. “Yeah, there’s a hole there!”

You poked the knot, and the wood dislodged, revealing a small space behind it. “How long did it take to hollow this out? That’s nuts.”

He giggled. “Tree pun.”

You snorted. “Unintended, I promise.”

He shoved his hand into the space, fishing around. “I’m not feeling--oh wait!” He yanked his hand out, shoving it towards you. “I found it! I found the thing!”

“A necklace, huh?”

“A locket,” he corrected.

You made a face. “The locket is the thing on it, it’s a necklace with a locket.”

He ignored you, fumbling for the clasp. “There’s a drawing here. It’s her! This is amazing!”

“It’s her?”

“Her and her friend I bet, the one from the island.” He laughed. “And their horses, of course.”

“They’re valued members of the team,” you said, thinking of Buckshot and Tantor tramping over the mountain with you when they could have been snoozing in a warm stable.

Seokmin beamed at you with that sunset smile. “You’re a valued member of the team. I don’t think I’m exaggerating when I say you’re the best thing that’s happened to this island in a long time.”

“Well, I don’t know about that.”

He crossed his arms. “Not convinced, huh? Well you’re sure the best thing to happen to me. Have fun debating that one.”

He would be the death of you and damn, you’d sit back and watch it happen.

“The feeling is mutual, may I assure you, detective,” you said, pretending like your head wasn’t singing.

“We certainly cracked this case, partner,” he said.

“You sound like a cowboy now.”

He shrugged. “I think I prefer that to a detective. Not enough room for horses in a mystery novel.”

“The horses are the most important part.”

He coiled the necklace chain, placing it carefully in his pocket. “Guess it’s time to get back to the stables, since we solved that mystery. Too bad there’s no sunset to ride into.”

You smiled. “Who needs a sunset? I’ve got you.”

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citrinesparkles · 3 years ago

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cat.

jason todd, eventually x gender neutral reader. 1,388 words. notes: this is part one of i don't even know how many and i cannot believe how wildly out of hand this got. this was a 500 word idea and it's gonna be at least three parts someone help (thanks to @angelz-dust for being so patient with me and encouraging on this!!! would never have made it out of the drafts without you <3) warnings: danger to kids, mention of a couple arguing, animal illness (spoiler alert: it'll be fine i Promise), a little (lot) different than my usual edit: part two here!

"let me be perfectly clear: if you even think about showing back up here, i will know, and i will make your life a living hell until i finally put you out of your misery. understood?"

"yes! yeah man i get it. understood."

"then i'd get going, if i were you." the man scrambled to his feet and bolted off across the playground, leaving jason to shout after him. "and warn any buddies you might have, too!"

he picked up the discarded knife and pocketed it. he then turned around slowly, hands visibly empty in a careful attempt not to scare the two kids behind him- well, careful not to make it worse, anyway. they, understandably, seemed a little shaken already.

"are you both alright?" he asked softly, slouching just a little to seem as harmless as possible.

probably would have been easier if they hadn't just watched him threaten someone.

the older kid- probably fifteen, if jason had to place a bet- nodded silently before glancing back at the little girl he was still hovering in front of protectively, who was just... staring.

she couldn't have been older than six.

"jazz?" the boy asked, voice tight. "are you hurt?"

he was ignored. "are you superman?"

the question, innocent and earnest and a little timid, made jason laugh. "not quite, kiddo."

she tilted her head like a curious puppy, furrowing her brow. "why are you wearing a jacket?"

jason glanced up at the boy, who seemed comforted by her mini interrogation. good.

talking was a good sign, too, so jason crouched down to meet her at eye level.

"because it gets cold out here!" he said, raising his hands up with a small wiggle of his fingers. "gloves, too."

"well, duh," jazz said with a giggle- a win, jason thought. "no fingerprints."

he nodded. "also helpful."

"and the hat to hide your face!" she said proudly, stepping forward a little to point at his helmet.

"wow, you've got the whole thing figured out, huh?"

"mhm! my friend ricky loves batman and his friends. he talks about batman and nightwing and spoiler and robin and red robin and red hood and batgirl all the time! they hide their faces like you, ricky thinks it's because of bad guys."

"they're kinda cool, huh?"

"nightwing's my favorite," she said firmly, as though it was something she had considered at great length and was fully prepared to defend.

"not red hood?" jason smacked a hand to his chest in mock hurt, shifting back dramatically. "i'm crushed, truly."

"no, ricky says red hood used to be an alien, but then got bored and now he annoys batman for fun instead. that sounds mean."

...well, okay, maybe he did annoy the big guy for fun a little. "that's an interesting theory, all right."

"ricky's got all kinds of theories. he thinks batman's a robot-" jason snorted- "and that nightwing was like pinochle."

"you mean pinocchio," the boy corrected quietly. "pinochle's what gramma plays."

"pinocchio!" she exlaimed, with a "ch" sound in the middle that made jason smile. "a doll that got turned human. that's how he does all the flips and stuff, he's got magic."

"hm, ricky seems like an interesting guy," jason said thoughtfully, making a big show of rubbing the chin of his helmet. "what do y-"

he was cut off by a loud, insistent meow, and jazz gasping even louder before taking off to the bushes.

"w- hey, don't rush off like that!" he said, shooting up off the ground as the boy sighed.

"there's this cat that she's been taking care of," he explained quietly. "the thing's got attitude for days but i think it's sick or something. jasmine's been bringing it little bits of tuna and chicken, but it's not like we can get it to a vet."

jason hummed. "why do you think it's sick?"

"it's thin, with its eyes all watery and sunk."

"might just be malnourished," he muttered.

"she's been trying to find it a home, y'know."

there was a wink-wink-nudge-nudge quality to the kid's voice that did not go unnoticed.

on one hand, it was good to hear something other than fear from him, but on the other... "what part of the tactical armor makes you think i'm an option?"

"the part where you just stuck around to check on us instead of running after that guy."

okay. maybe the quiet thing hadn't been so bad. the cocky 'amateur psychologist' thing was a little grating.

"you the real red hood?" the kid asked suddenly, shaking jason from his internal grumbling.

"what do you think?"

"i think you just saved our lives, and i wanna know who i'm thanking."

jason turned to him with a flourish. "red hood, baby saver extraordinaire. at your service."

"baby- dude, i'm seventeen!"

okay, so he would have lost his bet. "noted. still a baby, trust me."

"what are you under there, twenty something? whatever, grandpa."

jason chuckled, turning back to watch jasmine pet a small cat under one of the yellow lights littering the park. "you did well, looking out for her with that guy. you got a name?"

he scoffed. "would've been better if i'd kicked him between the legs right when he opened his mouth, instead of letting him get started on the whole 'what're you kids doing out so late?' bit," he muttered darkly, pausing for a moment before answering. "my name's jordan."

"well, jordan, what are you guys doing out so late?"

"mom works nights, and the neighbors were fighting. it was loud enough to wake jazz up, and it wasn't the kind of thing she needed to hear. i figured a trip to see her cat would be less awful than hearing them call each other things i wouldn't even call my friends." the breeze picked up, rustling the trees and catching on jason's jacket. "and then the asshole with the knife decided to make a bad night worse."

"is jazz your sister?"

"yeah, she's a good kid," jordan said, fond and warm. "sorry about the whole ricky thing, though. he's obsessed with those vigilante conspiracy videos and tells her all about them at school."

"no, no, it's fine. i can't wait to tell wing about his new origin story, he'll love that."

jasmine suddenly came bounding back towards them, grabbing their hands and yanking them to follow her. "c'mon, you need to meet cat!"

"you call it cat?"

jordan bristled subtly. "is there a problem with that, red?"

"no, no, it's an appropriate name. just making sure." jason waved his spare hand at his head. "helmet makes me hear things sometimes."

jordan opened his mouth, but his sister plowed right over whatever he was going to say, pulling on jason's hand again. "cat, meet... what's your name?"

"red hood."

"you can't be red hood!" she whirled around, indignantly putting her hands on her hips. "there's already a red hood in gotham. besides, you're not even wearing a hood, so it doesn't fit anyway."

jason turned his head to jordan, who was smiling- a good sign, but probably a bad omen for whatever he was about to say. "she's right, man. it's not a hood."

"tough crowd," jason muttered. "uh... then you can call me, uh-"

"bucket!" jasmine suggested happily, tapping his helmet. "because this looks like a bucket."

if there was one thing vigilantism had taught him, it was that sometimes you actually do need to pick your battles. this...

this was not worth fighting.

"sure, fine, whatever. hi, cat, i'm red bucket." he turned away from the kids- both of whom looked entirely too happy about the whole 'bucket' thing, he thought- and crouched down to finally look at the cat.

it did look a little sick, actually.

it was gray, and thin, and-

and now it was headbutting his knee like it was trying to push him over.

"cat likes you!" jazz cheered.

"sure does," jordan said pointedly. "isn't that interesting?"

jason opened his mouth, but his snarky comment died in his throat when the cat settled down right in front of him and blinked slowly up at him with a sweet tilt to its head.

...shit.

just- shit.

he sighed, standing up and looking back to jordan and his stupid, entirely-too-pleased-with-himself grin. "so, jazz," jason grumbled reluctantly, "where does cat live?"

#citrine writes #i promise i have a plan #jason todd #dc #imagines #dc imagine #dc imagines #jason todd x y/n #jason todd x you #jason todd imagine #jason todd x reader #sigh.

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anxious2dsimp · 4 years ago

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General Dating Headcanons | Sero, Todoroki & Bakugou

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Pairings: Sero x Reader, Todoroki x Reader, Bakugou x Reader

Reader: Gender Neutral!

Format: Headcanons

Warnings: Cursing bc Bakugou 🙄 (as if I wasn’t the one who picked him lmao)

Request: :))) hellooooo :D hmmmm may i get general dating headcanons for sero, todoroki, and [insert your favorite character]? 💖💖💖💖💖💖💖 @smexy-goose

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Hi again!! Omg yes, I’ll gladly write some hcs for the best bois! I had a hard time picking a fave, but since I have written for Kami and Kiri in the last request I decided to go with blasty boy❤️ (Also, I’m trying a new way to post requests, I hope it works!)

Sero Hanta

I feel like Sero is genuinely so fun to date, just like he said in that one dorm episode, he’s always the wild card.

He’s a goofball, so he adores making you laugh and smile as much as he can. I love him omg😭

Will definitely take advantage of his height (he’s among the taller ones in the class) and give you surprise hugs from behind and rest his head on yours.

He’ll also use his quirk on you for everything from pranks to just randomly pulling you to him to give you a quick peck or a hug :’)

He’s pretty standard with PDA, so he won’t go around making out with you in public but he will do little gestures like those <3

In private I feel like he’s definitely cuddly, he’s just so happy to be with you!

He loves having you over at his room to just chill or be in each other’s presence, even if you’re doing stuff individually.

Speaking of, the bakusquad definitely complains about you having privilege in using the hammock in Hanta’s room.

Denki will whine like; “why does y/n always get to use the hammock? You said it was out of bounds!”

“That’s on pretty privilege, sorry! And you’re just jealous you don’t have a cool s/o like mine,” Sero will say and poke his tongue out from the hammock where you’re swinging togehter :’)

I’m warning you now, if you had a healthy sleep schedule before going out with him, you can kiss it goodbye.

Sero will absolutely be up till like 3 am sending you memes and tiktoks that remind him of you.

And with him blowing up your phone you’ll most likely end up talking into ungodly hours of the night, the *sleep deprivation* only causing funnier conversations.

Those will end up becoming inside jokes that he’ll bring up to make you laugh while the rest of the class is like ???

That also results in some weird ass nicknames sorry not sorry

So he’ll sometimes call you regular stuff like babe and other times... he’ll call you things like “Bert” (FOR NO REASON??) or “Candied Blood Pumping Organ” instead of sweetheart lmao

Overall you two are just THE chaotic couple (and if you’re not generally that way he will bring out that side of you)

Pranking your classmates? Pranking each other? Random ass adventures? Trying weird food together? Dancing in the kitchen at midnight while sharing late night snacks? By going out with him you said yes to all of the above.

From sneaking out of the dorms for late night food runs to occasionally skipping class to go to the arcade or the beach, you usually can’t go a week without doing something fun togehter.

This one time you two were out with the Bakusquad and y’all stopped by a supermarket to get food.

So you had to ask Bakugou to buy you something bc you and Sero had to stay outside and just hand him the money.

He was like “tf?? why? Just buy your shit yourselves!” You had to explain you two were banned from the store because Hanta had accidentally crashed a cart he was driving you around in into a display of cereal boxes.

Ah yes, good times.

Todoroki Shoto

I feel like he’ll definitely need a small push when it comes to relationships bc of his past, but once you’re with him he’ll care deeply about you and will try to make you as happy as you make him :’)

I’m begging you, please give this boy some luv and affection!! For the most part you’d probably initiate PDA because he’s too nervous to do it himself

At the beginning he wouldn’t even be comfy cuddling, solely because he’d be afraid of hurting you somehow :(

But once you’ve reassured him he complies, and from then on out you just have to open your arms and he’ll instantly know it’s *cuddle time*

It’a one of his favorite pastimes bc he just feels so safe and loved <3 he also just loves the feeling of you playing with his hair

Luckily you get to do it year round since you cuddle his hot side in the winter and cold side during the summer

I feel like he’s secretly insecure, so the fact that you trust him and love him for who he is makes him feel like he could melt <3

Because of that you’re the only one he truly opens up to and shows his real feelings to, not to mention the only one who can touch his scar

And though he isn’t great with words, one look at him during one of these personal moments when its just you two, and you can just see it in his eyes.

Especially if you kiss his scar, his eyes might even get teary this sweet boy I 😭

That’s also probably why he shares his precious cold soba with you

Since you’ve been together, Shoto has just been so much happier, so his siblings and mother LOVE you.

They’re constantly inviting you over for dinner when Endevour is working (bc he’s a huge buzzkill to say the least), and his mom adores when you come with Shoto to visit her :)

Todoroki really enjoys seeing you get along with the people he cares the most about...

BUT what he hates is THE EMBARRASING STORIES HIS FAMILY TELLS YOU OMG (you live for them, but I wouldn’t tell him that if I were you)

“Fuyumi remember when Shoto-” “Natsuo, no💙“ your bf will say as he unconsciously squeezes your hand, both of the siblings laughing at Shoto’s glare.

You had to hold in your laughter so hard omg

Though he isn’t that talkative, you guys definitely have that kind of relationship where you two could be silent and still feel completely comfortable (oh I’m so jealous of that but nvm)

He’s definitely observant, so expect the most considerate gifts and the most assertive observations, he’ll always know what you need.

The type of observant that gives you a water bottle before you even notice you’re thristy during training, or switches sides while walking so you loop your arm with his on his warm side when you’re cold.

Also the type to gift you that one thing you really wanted but mentioned once like months ago along with your favorite snacks/drink (you best believe he has them all memorized bc he’s just that attentive)

Over all, just a really soothing relationship were you can be comfortable with each other and feel at home when you’re together.

Bakugou Katsuki

Ok so, I feel like you’d be a competitive couple, turning anything into a competition in an endearingly annoying way.

You’re definitely the type of couple to go to laser tag, an escape room, an arcade, etc, as dates >:) but the competitions don’t end there:

Who can plan the best date? Who can make the other blush first? Who can get the other the better gift? Who’s the better kisser? Who gets the higher score in class? Or wins at sparring?

Especially when it comes to productive stuff like training or academics, although he won’t admit it, he’s just pushing you to be your best because he knows how amazing you are :’)

All the bakusquad knows about your shenanigans and at this point they’ve learnt to stay out of it & go get the Advil just in case bless their souls lmao

I’m sorry but he definitely calls you nicknames that purposely piss you off (with no ill intentions ofc), like “gremlin”, “dumbass” or “booger”

I suggest you also call him stuff like that back, like “angry pom” or “blasty” to get on his nerves >:)

You guys also definitely friendly bicker all the time, knowing that you take it lightly (though strangers won’t, resulting in some hilariously awkward situations)

“You’re such a fucking idiot,” he’ll say rolling his eyes as he messes up your hair.

Just watch his smirk dissapears when you reply, “no, u❤️″ It gets on his nerves, I just know it.

So he’ll chase you around as you call each other random stuff. While the other people at the convenience store are just like 👁👄👁

He never means it tho, keep in mind if you’re dating the self proclaimed future no. 1 hero he thinks highly of you :)

So he’d definitely be protective while simultaneously showing you off <3

Will always greet you with a kiss and keep his hand on your back or waist so ppl know you’re with him

RIP anyone who tries to hurt or flirt with you, I say try bc Bakugou will be exploding them even before they get the chance😅

Denki’s definitely almost gotten his brows blown off his face bc of that lol

Speaking of, the bakusquad still can’t get over the fact that THE lord explosion murder has a soft spot for you,

You mean you take care of his injuries, scold him when he burns himself out, touch his hair, and hug him when his moody... and you DON’T get cussed out and blown up? Shooketh

However they don’t see what happens behind closed doors, & how you’ve helped him with all the trauma he has experienced

You’re the only one who he is vulnerable with, you’ve seen him cry and he tells you about his nightmares and fears

You do the same with him, and you promise each other to get through anything together, which you’ve done so far :’)

Bc of that his parents love you, and his mom’s always going on about how she’s so glad you “stand” his son😂

Why can’t he be real ughhh

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oriigirii · 4 years ago

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The Brothers reacting to an MC who likes to collect... rocks?

It was certainly a strange hobby to behold, but there were more than meets the eye within these rocks! If you crack them open they often hold such a wonderful design, and on the rare occasion they can probably even hide a geode or two, regardless, you were very passionate for these things and it just so happens that it catches some of the brother’s attention.

(A/N: Ill be doing 2 at the time for now UwU

Warnings: none!

Reader: Gender Neutral!)

~ 눈_눈 Lucifer ~

* Lucifer always kept an eye on you ever since you got to Devildom

* Cuz of this, he was probably the first to notice your... strange addiction

* He saw how you always seem to stop on your tracks to pick up a shiny smooth stone lying on the side of the gates infront of the HoL while he walked home with you.

* Or how you’d snatch a few from the gardens on an early Sunday morning when you think that everyone was still asleep

* Since it was harmless enough, he never really bothered to call you out on it

* Lowkey does find it cute how something so small can already make you so happy, such an easy-to-please cutie you are

* It wasn’t a problem till he was told that you seem to be arriving late more often for your classes

* At first he thought that maybe you were simply caught up in some mess from his brothers again

* Maybe perhaps Belphie snuck you off to sleep again than go to class

* But no, when he’d confronted you he was pretty surprised, and at the same time, confused at your answer.

* “There were these cool looking red geodes I accidentally found on the back, b-but I mustve dropped them at some point when Mammon and I were rushing to class...so I’ve been trying to look for more of them for my collection... Sorry...”

*To be fair you did look pretty apologetic for it and really didnt mean to botch up your schedule, but still.

* He lets you go pretty easily, with a small lecture, but thats about it.

* Although you never did stop looking for that geode, you even pulled Beel to help with promise of a homemade cake to try and cover as much ground, but nothing.

* You came home that day a little defeated

* but much to your surprise when you reached your room, a small box was waiting outside your door and inside was none other than the beautiful red geode youve been so desperate to look for. And... well, you didnt have to guess who was kind enough to give it to you.

* The next day, you do go over to thank him properly for the help, and explain that you had been extremely captivated with that specfic geode because of how it reminds you of the first born’s eyes.

* This boi is highkey stunned but tryna make it lowkey though (pride 100)

* Definitely amused and flattered.

* From now on, he does continue to give you geodes to add to your collection, and would even accompany you on your little endeavors if his work load isnt too unbearing. Away from the eyes of his brothers of course.

* Hed definitely want to seek the perfect geode too that reminds him of you in return that he can decorate on his desk while hes working. Even better, maybe have the geodes crafted to a perfect ring that you two can wear.

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~ ᕙ(`▽´)ᕗ Mammon ~

* Not like youre complaining either

* Today was another weekend, and weekends mean you guys get to hang out!

* Not like you two were ever seperated in the first place anyways, he’s like an octopus that just wont let go

* Anyways, He casually enters your room, phone in hand as he scrolls through various articles featuring his modelling work, he was gonna show off as usual, afterall, this man LIVES for your praise.

* “Oi! (Y/N) Check this out! They ranked me number 1 on the most handsome model in Devildom! And I didn’t cheat the system this ti---”

* You had been busy in your cabinet when he walked in, so you didnt have time to warn him of your mess on your bed.

* Hence why, when he was starting to brag about his latest achievement, it was immediately cut off by a pained yelp.

* Mammon, too busy on his DDD, didnt notice the shiny geodes and stones you had left on your bed to arrange for your new dsplay case, and because of this, (his dumbass) plopped on the bed, landing right on the sharp edges of the beautiful rocks.

* It wasnt fun.

* You had rushed to help him as he started stroking his back from the sting, he was a demon so he was pretty sturdy, but cmon, landing on a buncha hard rocks was still not good.

* You did rush to go get him an ice pack for his poor back, and when you came back, he seemed to have been healed almost immediately as he stares at your collection with a big shine on his own eyes, they can rival the geodes at this point.

* “(Y/N)! Why didn’t you tell me you had these? Don’t yknow how much these would sell? Hell, I can even probably sell them for an even higher price!”

* The rolling of your eyes was very intense that Diavolo could feel it from his castle and you pushed that ice pack on his face to make him stop.

* You did make it very clear that if he ever decides to try and get any of these stones, you were gonna be snitching him to Beel for eating his pudding the other day (You wouldn’t though would you?)

* Still that does shut down his money making plans, but he does question you for it, why hoard these valuable items when you could make thousands of grimm for it? You even seem to have a talent for finding these too, it seems like a huge waste, and so you proceed to explain to him your love for these shiny geodes.

* First image in his head was you being a relative to a crow, or you being a crow in general, because if anything, thats what his little crows do, they pass him shiny stuff they find along the day, of course theyre not as extravagant as these geodes, but it doesnt negate the fact you definitely have crow energy, and hes so down for it. His love for you just grew tenfold.

* But who knew it can grow further? Because you eventually explain to him that the geodes you collected, or the simple stones you had, all were special because all of them hold a special memory. One of the smoother stones you had was the same stone you used to display your mom’s favorite rose garden, it even had your initials that you scrapped on when your were 5, another was a geode you found on your field trip at the human world and so on.

* Mammon definitely had his attention to you the entire time, this boy is smitten and he just loves hearing you talk about each one, he grows a small appreciation for them now and he can understand why you wouldn’t want to sell them away. But then he noticed you reach for a much cleaner, tear drop looking geode, it was a blue-yellow mix.

* You explain to him that this was your first geode found when you went here in Devildom, the first you also carved as it was more jagged than this when you found it, and of course, you chose to keep it cause it reminded you for your first man.

* Mammon was so moved,and he was just sitting there, red as a strawberry and mouth open like a fish out of water, but hes not the only one because you too were blushing like an idiot as you held the special rock.

* He does end up trying to act his typical ways, but he was nothing but a stuttering mess, and much to his embarassment, he was also tearing up.

* Please hug him, he needs it, he just cant help but feel so flattered that you dedicated a geode for him and he felt that pride and love swell to incredible levels, you definitely have him yearning for you even more.

* Next time you go out to seek more geodes here in Devildom, he might just come with you along with his army of crows, and even cuter, his crows would just hand you special rocks every now and then.

* This boy might just start his own collection now thanks to you, but most his geodes will just be dedicated to you

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A h h h hope you guys like it! I know its a weird premise, but I honestly do love gemstones and stuff lol, also yes i did indulge too much on Mammon, hush,but yeah, ill do more of the others soon!

(Art by me!)

#obey me shall we date #obey me Mammon x Reader #Obey me x reader #Obey me Lucifer x Reader #Obey me x gender neutral reader #Obey me fanfics

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mistaeq · 4 years ago

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Hope u don't mind me requesting again but I was wondering if u could do headcanons for the crusaders with a reader who likes to quote memes or vines like when she's got an idea of some sort she's just like "oh yeah, big brain time" or they're in a fight with an enemy she's like "I'ma bad b*tch you can't kill me", I just wanna see their reaction to someone with that chaotic energy (sorry if this doesn't make sense ':>)

Stardust Crusaders: With a s/o who Quotes Memes and Vines

TW // none

Thank you for your request! I genuinely had a lot of fun writing this idea for these five dorky men <3 enjoy!

Stardust Crusaders with a s/o who's often quoting memes and Vines, had to be fem!s/o, but I didn't need to point out reader's gender while writing, so it turned out kinda neutral.

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KUJO JOTARO

He's annoyed by your habit most of the time, but he can't deny that sometimes the result is pretty hilarious, above all when you happen to do it when fighting against enemy stand users.

Jotaro was trying to figure out a way to attack without being noticed, to make sure it could be effective and quick, when he heard you whisper "Big brain time", and the second after, you suddenly screamed at the top of your lungs, yeeting your stand against the enemy stand user.

"YOU'RE TRYING TO FUCK WITH MY HOMIES RIGHT IN FRONT OF MY SALAD?" screeching more or less the same way Stroheim would have done years ago, you guide your attack, your stand successfully making the enemy retire.

He tries to look annoyed and pissed, but you still managed to win, and he must admit he's a proud boyfriend. Jotaro is silently complimenting you, in his mind. Still, he scolds you. You acted in an irresponsible way and you could get really hurt.

When you see him so pissed over your behavior, all you manage to do is trying to ignore him. "Y/n, I'm not done with you." you usually shrug. "...Hi Not Done With You, I'm y/n."

Sometimes you both wonder how did such different people like you two end up together. But to be honest, Jotaro getting worried over you is something you enjoy, and seeing you so confident in your fighting skills makes Jotaro feel all proud and relieved you're not breaking down.

JOSEPH JOESTAR

He doesn't really know what these hilarious sentences are, but hearing you quoting them always gives him a reason to say he's in a good mood despite the pressure DIO puts on your lives.

The six of you were on your way to Pakistan, just before your fight with Wheel Of Fortune, and you were sitting right next to Joseph. Out of boredom, you both were reading the road signs, and you took the occasion to be yourself.

"Road Work Ahead..." Joseph read out loud. You snorted, and rested your head on your hand, smiling at him, and answering, whispering to not to annoy your fellow crusaders. "Uh, yeah, I sure hope it does." The man loudly laughed, scaring Polnareff who was driving.

Unfortunately, after that hilarious moment, you got really hurt in the fight against Wheel Of Fortune, and before even thinking of driving a kilometer more, they had to be sure you were okay. You really looked dead.

Much to Joseph's relief, after he pulled you up from the ground, holding you tight in his arms and caressing your hair a couple of times, you opened your eyes. And noticed his ones were almost teary. Did he get that much scared?

You immediately smiled, not wanting to see him like that. You pulled a thumb up, a smug grin on your face. "I'm a bad bitch, he can't kill me." the man laughed, tenderly kissing your forehead and letting you back in the car.

MUHAMMAD AVDOL

He knows what those quotes are. Avdol doesn't really mind them, he finds those genuinely funny. But he minds them when you fuck up your protection just because you want to quote those.

He particularly remembers that time you were with Polnareff, when a clone of Avdol himself and a clone of Jean's sister, Sherry, were created by an enemy stand user. He was watching the two of you from afar, just before joining you and saving you. As soon as you saw the clone of your boyfriend, you eyed at Polnareff.

"Are you telling me you asked for THIS thing, Jean? This is not Avdol, this is some flesh without his feelings! This bitch's EMPTY!" your strong stand picked up the clone, and threw him violently on the ground, over Polnareff's head. "YEET!"

When you did that, it took no time for the clone to rip off a bite of your leg, and you couldn't express how much it hurt. When you learnt that the actual Avdol was there too, much to Polnareff's surprise since he didn't know anything, you immediately scolded your boyfriend.

"You could come and help a little sooner... mother trucker, dude. That bite hurt like a buttcheek on a stick." Avdol stayed silent for a couple of seconds, before bursting into a laughter with you, kissing your lips. "I missed you so much, babe."

Avdol spent the following twenty minutes in checking on you and making sure you had no more severe wounds that could interfere with your trip to Egypt. He's pretty apprehensive, when it comes to you.

KAKYOIN NORIAKI

He totally knows what those quotes are and laughs with you on those. It's likely for you and Noriaki to understand each other and communicate through memes and Vine quotes. It happens to be useful to talk without enemies understanding you.

The crusaders have plenty of war flashbacks of you and Kakyoin acting weird because of those. For example, the time you were walking with your boyfriend, along with Jotaro and Anne. You genuinely tried to hold back from quoting vines around Jotaro, but as soon as a man threw a paper on the ground and not in the bin, you two screamed.

"WHOEVER THREW THAT PAPER, YOUR MOM'S A HOE!" that's one of the reasons that pushed Jotaro and Anne to isolate themselves from the actual Kakyoin and the actual you, being attacked by Rubber Soul afterwards.

Rubber Soul and his fellow enemy stand users were an infuriating thing for you and Kakyoin. Last time you had a talk together, understanding they were only serving DIO for money, you found yourselves pissed off. Like for real.

"We here not having the money for some chicken nuggets and still helping Jotaro and Mr. Joestar for FREE and y'all want a hundred thousand dollars from a naked vampire? Not gonna happen, Karen!"

You're able to bring out the loudest part of Noriaki, since none of the crusaders like the same stuff of this type the way he does. You often call each other "dude" or "bitch" - regardless of your genders, in fact you called him a bitch several times -, even if you're an actual couple.

JEAN PIERRE POLNAREFF

He doesn't really know what those quotes are, but he finds it hilarious when you say them, and gets interested in it, so that he can get the reference when you repeat those. He starts saying those too, afterwards.

It happened when you met Hol Horse, a fast, precise bullet coming towards you, as you and Polnareff moved a little, but enough for the bullet to get in the little space between you, leaving you safe and sound. It had scared you, you weren't gonna lie, and in both your minds, a perfect vine quote appeared.

"Ah, stooop. We coulda dropped our croissant." if that quote wasn't perfect to be said with your boyfriend... nothing else could ever be. You both laughed, as Hol Horse realized he was alone against two people, and before you could say anything more, he was running away.

Teaching vine and memes quotes to Polnareff is the cutest thing ever, because you know he's gonna use them sometime, with your fellow crusaders or with enemies. But he doesn't have a great memory, and will need your help.

"Next time you put your fuckin' hands on me, imma fucking... babe help." no wonder Enyaba was staring at you two with a scared and confused look on her face. "...rip your face off..." you helped him. "...rip your face off." Polnareff repeated. "...bitch." you added, whispering. "Putain." you choked on your breath, did Jean fucking say bitch in french?

Polnareff has no chill, if you're willing to risk it all for a vine quote, he'll fucking do it with you, no matter what. Jotaro wants you two dead.

#jojo's bizarre adventure #jojo x reader #jojo part three #stardust crusaders #jotaro kujo #jotaro x reader #joseph joestar #joseph x reader #muhammad avdol #avdol x reader #noriaki kakyoin #kakyoin x reader #jean pierre polnareff #polnareff x reader #jojo headcanons

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honeybunnybeez · 4 years ago

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If you are still doing the alphabet thing can I please get a c!quackity? It's okay if not, dont worry!

SFW alphabet:

C!Quackity

♡Reader is Gender Neutral!

A = Affection (How affectionate are they? How do they show affection?)

Lord we know this man is quite the flirt in some way. He's pretty affectionate with you in front of others and almost has little shame with it.

In public, he likes to hold hands or put his arms around your shoulder or waist, depending on how tall you are compared to him.

In private he's pretty playful, calling out your name out of nowhere only to tackle with you a hug and kiss you. He totally keeps you on your toes when at home.

B = Best friend (What would they be like as a best friend? How would the friendship start?)

He's a very teasing best friend, constantly joking around with you. Also the best friend people think you're dating before you actually date because of how affectionate he is with you.

You two probably became friends during the presedential election and remained friends since you decided to oppose Schlatt with him and Tubbo.

C = Cuddles (Do they like to cuddle? How would they cuddle?)

My man likes to properly cuddle with you whenever you two have some quiet time alone. His favourite way to cuddle you is by laying on top of you while you stroke his hair or wings.

D = Domestic (Do they want to settle down? How are they at cooking and cleaning?)

I would think that he would, most likely after being satisfied with whatever he plans on doing in the server.

Oh my god but he would be so bad at doing chores with you. Washing dishes? Yeah- that's gonna be a 1 hour ordeal as you two have a water fight. Cooking? Food fight. Sweeping around the house? Broom fight- you two keep telling yourself you won't do it again but you do-

E = Ending (If they had to break up with their partner, how would they do it?)

(Me, having a minor flashback to when he told Eret he didn't like him at all) OKAY- So, depends heavily on the situation. It could either go smooth or just break both your hearts.

If it was just the relationship not feeling natural, he would break it off to you the nicest way he can and would still really wanna be friends with you. He can't cause chaos without his buddy after all.

Oh but if it was because of something bad either one of you did, he would definitely say things he doesn't mean. Things that would break both your hearts. Yeah, it would take a while to ever mend your relationship if that was the outcome.

F = Fiance(e) (How do they feel about commitment? How quick would they want to get married?)

He has like 2 freaking fiances and 1 (or 2?) ex(es?). (Karlnapity sfw alphabet soon? Maybe-) He's down to get engaged with you for sure.

Okay but he seems to like getting engaged really quickly too- So you'll have to tell him straight up that you need to see where this goes with him. Maybe give like a time period of 6 months or more to see if you two could really live being each others for the rest of you lives.

G = Gentle (How gentle are they, both physically and emotionally?)

Emotionally, he is a little rough. He forgets his limits at times and will sometimes say hurtful things to you by accident in the heat of the moment. He'll apologize profusely though when he catches his mistake and sees the way your eyes stare at him with such hurt. He tells you he doesn't mean it and he truly doesn't, he'll feel guilty until you forgive him.

Physically, he is pretty gentle save for his few tackle hugs and kisses. He just loves you a lot and sometimes can't contain it well.

H = Hugs (Do they like hugs? How often do they do it? What are their hugs like?)

He loves hugs if it's you giving them. He needs to get a hug from you everyday and if he doesn't he gets super whiny and will even whine in his 'auto tune' voice until he gets them. He likes to hug you from behind, and sometimes his wings cover the both of you as he asks you, "Guess who this iiis!"

I = I love you (How fast do they say the L-word?)

The first time he ever genuinely said I love you was when you had to help him clean his wings after a bad fall of his. He had never let anyone close to them before and so him thinking he could trust you not to hurt him was something that made him realize that he truly did love you.

J = Jealousy (How jealous do they get? What do they do when they’re jealous?)

He's not a very jealous person, being a very affectionate and handsy person himself, but if you and him don't hang out with one another as often as you used to he starts to whine for your attention until he gets it.

K = Kisses (What are their kisses like? Where do they like to kiss you? Where do they like to be kissed?)

His kisses are very hyper and almost silly.

He likes to kiss your whole face, planting them in quick succession everywhere to make you laugh.

He likes when you give him long kisses on the lips. Especially if it's during a calm moment. It makes his heart flutter.

L = Little ones (How are they around children?)

Oh he can definitely hang with kids and in return kids love him and his chaotic childish nature too, but he doesn't plan on having any of his own, at least not early on in your relationship. He'll have to think about that for a while.

M = Morning (How are mornings spent with them?)

Mornings are the only time you can find him calm, you usually wake up earlier than he does and he always looks so peaceful while he lays on your chest with his wings laid out like a second blanket.

N = Night (How are nights spent with them?)

Nights are filled with mindless chatter between the two of you. Rarely do you guys ever remember what nonsense you two were on about before bedtime. All you remembered is shared goodnight kisses and cuddles.

O = Open (When would they start revealing things about themselves? Do they say everything all at once or wait a while to reveal things slowly?)

Oh, after all the stuff he's been through he doesn't trust anyone easily anymore. It will take him quite a while to fully open up to you about all the negative things he feels or thinks about. Just take things slow with him and don't push him to say what he doesn't want to, that already wins you his favour.

P = Patience (How easily angered are they?)

Okay this seems like a wild card not gonna lie. I feel like if it involves his plan to gain power in the server and you're against the idea he has he gets very frustrated. You'll have to be quick and tell him that you say that because you're concerned about him and his safety.

Q = Quizzes (How much would they remember about you? Do they remember every little detail you mention in passing, or do they kind of forget everything?)

Besides dates, his memory is a little hard for me to describe. He remembers a good amount of things about you but things you mention in passing are forgotten until you bring it up or until he sees something that suddenly reminds you of it.

R = Remember (What is their favorite moment in your relationship?)

It was when you properly sat down with him and preened his wings one day when he was way too tired to do it himself. The feelings of your fingers through his wings were like absolute heaven and he forgot how good it felt to have someone do it for you. Safe to say, he got pretty addicted to you doing it to him after this event.

S = Security (How protective are they? How would they protect you? How would they like to be protected?)

Although he may seem outgoing and like he doesn't care much, he is rather protective of you, making sure you don't accidentally communicate with anyone he isn't fond of.

He would protect you by warning you of others, telling you who is safe to turn to and who isn't safe to turn to. He even tells those he can somewhat rely on to make sure you're protected when he's away. If worse comes to worse he'll protect you physically as well.

He needs you to protect him mentally and emotionally. He feels like everyone he trusts eventually betrays him and he can't have that with you. He needs reassurance that you won't leave him like the others would or do.

T = Try (How much effort would they put into dates, anniversaries, gifts, everyday tasks?)

He would put in a bit of effort to make it special but not a whole lot, he wants it to be fun but natural too. Though you can always gurantee that he'll serenade you during your dates or anniversaries, the music he plays for you is silly sure but they're also super heartfelt with effort put into it.

In everyday tasks he isn't very helpful, running off to cause chaos more often than not but if you do need help he'll always be there to lend a hand. He often times fetches (or steals) things you need too.

U = Ugly (What would be some bad habits of theirs?)

He doesn't know when to quit when it comes to wanting to take over the server. While you know how he truly is, it unsettles you a bit how he's able to manipulate others at times. You totally gave him an earful when he went to fight Technoblade because you knew, as much as you loved your boyfriend, that no one would actually be able to kill Technoblade that easily.

V = Vanity (How concerned are they with their looks?)

Schlatt made him feel very insecure about himself and even though he knows thay bastard is full of shit and burning in hell, he can't help but feel disgusting at times. Hug him and tell him that he's very handsome and adorable the way he is and that Schlatt shouldn't be talking when he looks like a wine mom on her last line.

W = Whole (Would they feel incomplete without you?)

He would feel so lost without, having no support would make him act even more irrational and could also get him killed pretty quickly. You're his voice of reason to a certain extent.

X = Xtra (A random headcanon for them.)

I've written this before but he likes to make nests out of your pillows, sheets and clothes. The mood strikes him at times and you two will just spend the whole day chilling in his little nest while you preen and baby him.

Y = Yuck (What are some things they wouldn’t like, either in general or in a partner?)

He doesn't want someone who leaves him when the situation turns sour, he doesn't want a partner who would leave him behind easily. Most importantly though and as unhealthy as this is, he most likely doesn't want a partner who wishes to have more power than him.

Z = Zzz (What is a sleep habits of theirs?)

He sleep talks and mumbles and that's fine and all but he sometimes he accidentally switches to his 'auto tune' voice and it scares the shit out of you if it's in deep or demonic mode.

A/N: Oh my lord I finally managed to post a c!quackity related thing-! Thank you so much anons for your patience and I hope you all enjoy this! I'm so sorry if this isn't very fluffy but I wanted to mix in a little canon compliance in it too for future angst projects. He was a really interesting character for me to re-study again!

(Requests are open and anon is on!)

#mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #mcyt headcanons #dream smp x reader #dream smp imagine #dream smp headcannon #c!/quackity

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reidgraygubler · 4 years ago

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a different type of high (spencer reid/reader)pt 2

Title: A Different Type of High (part two)

Request: no

Couple: spencer reid/gender-neutral!reader

Category: angst

Content Warning: swearing, talks about drugs and the usage of drugs, drug use (oxycodone), drug abuse (oxycodone and dilaudid), attending narcotics anonymous, smoking (cigarettes), drug withdrawal, mentions of possible death (but no actual death),

Word Count: 3378

Summary: reader and spencer have become best buddies after attending NA together. Reader goes to a meeting and panics when she doesn’t see Spencer there. Worried that he might have done something wrong, she calls him in a panic.

A/N: this takes place in late-ish season two early-season three when spencer is going to the NA meetings. spencer was 26 around this time, reader is about 22 :) anyways, thank you all for the love and support! check out my masterlist! and here is a mood board/pintrest board i made for the series!

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I tugged my sweater tight around my body as I walked towards the community center. I stayed a fair distance away from the doors as people entered. There were way too many people entering at once for me to go in now. The way the small crowd entered the building, with a few stragglers behind, only made me a little nervous.

It was… chilly out today. The last of the warm days were behind us now as we were heading into Winter. That would mean I’d have to find a way to and from the community center and home sooner rather than later. I wonder if Spencer would help me…

“Hey!” A woman’s voice came from beside me as I neared the doors. I looked up from the ground and looked at her. Marie, who practically became my mother after my mom died, was standing at the doorway. “You walked here?” she asked as I entered the building.

“I don’t exactly have a car, Marie, you know that,” I shrugged as I buttoned my sweater up.

“As long as you’re here, that’s all that matters,” she smiled and wrapped an arm around my body. Part of me wanted to shrug her off me, but another part of me welcomed the embrace. “Go eat something, you’re skin and bones,” she rubbed her hands up and down my arms, as if she was warming me up.

“I do eat, okay. You don’t need-Is that Shephard’s Pie?” I cut myself off when a familiar smell hit my nose. She looked at me and smiled.

“Go eat something,” she winked before leaving me alone. I sighed and looked around the room, looking at all the people around. And just like before, people were standing around and talking to each other, or sitting down. Only a few people were eating what was made. The times when people who work for the community center make food were my favorite days. Granted, they only do it once a month, very rarely was it twice a month. The food they make is always so good.

So, with that knowledge, I walked to where they were serving the food and got myself a plate. I didn’t exactly know where to sit, mostly because I didn’t want to sit beside a bunch of strangers and eat. Actually, I didn’t want to be around anyone while I ate. That left me going to the hall where the bathrooms were to eat.

I could tell tonight was going to be different. Something about the feeling of everyone was… Off? I’m not really sure how to explain it. Maybe it was the fact that I was alone, and everyone else was with someone or talking to someone. And, I was just me, sitting in the hall to the bathrooms, poking at my Shephard’s Pie.

When I finally finished eating (I took my sweet time), I brought my plate back to the kitchen. The people around were sitting in their respective chairs, waiting for the group to start. I looked around at everyone one last time before I realized something… Spencer wasn’t here.

Now, I know Spencer is a busy guy with whatever it was that he did for work. And, I know I’ve only known him for a few short weeks, if not a month. But I couldn’t help but allow my mind to wander and race to the scary thoughts that I shouldn’t have. Like, what if he made a mistake… What if he was sitting in the bathroom at his home, overdosing? Shit, shit… Shit. Or, what if he already did overdose and it’s too late. It’s bad that I allow myself to think those thoughts. I really shouldn’t.

I’m not obsessed with Spencer. Okay? He’s just the only person who’s cared about me in a long time. And, he’s the only person (and thing) I’ve cared about since… Well, since I was 15. Of course, I’m worried about him.

I swallowed roughly as I looked over at Jacob, who was sitting away from the circle, reading over some papers (probably what he was going to say during today’s meeting). He’ll know where Spencer went. I mean, Jacob knows everything about everyone here. He’s gotta know where he is.

I pulled the sleeves of my sweater so my hands were pulled inside them. I looked at the ground as I walked over to Jacob. My heart was beating so hard in my chest it was actually scaring me. I shouldn’t be this scared.

I cleared my throat when I got to Jacob. He slowly lifted his head from the folder and looked at me. Glasses were perched on the tip of his nose, and his eyes were peaking from over the frame.

“Hey, happy to see you here,” he smiled as he closed the folder and placed it to the chair beside him, “What’s up? Did you eat?” he asked, looking around me to the table of food.

“Yeah, yeah, I did,” I nodded and looked back at the ground, “Uhm… Is Spencer coming tonight? He’s usually pretty punctual to meetings… And, he’s not here. I’m just… I’m scared he might have done something,” I whispered, keeping my voice low just in case other people were listening.

“Oh, no. Spencer’s not coming tonight. He had a work trip that he had to go on. He’ll be back next week,” Jacob smiled at me. I looked back up at him, keeping my eyes on his face.

“Do you… Do you have his phone number?” I looked away from him again, worried that I’d be doing the wrong thing or invading his life. “I do believe you, Jacob. I just…” I wiped my eyes because I didn’t realize I had started crying.

“Yeah, yeah, no I understand.” Jacob fumbled his pockets for his phone before finally pulling it out. “He might not answer. So you should wait till after tonight’s meeting to call.” he looked up at me as he wrote Spencer’s number on a slip of paper. “I’ll let him know you have his number,” he smiled as he handed over the paper. I nodded before taking the paper from him and pocketing it.

“Thanks, Jacob… I appreciate it,” I whispered before turning to go find a seat. I kept my head low as I sat, not really wanting anyone to look at me. I could still feel tears rolling down my cheeks, and at this point, I didn’t know why I was crying. I think it was just the overwhelming emotions that I was feeling in general. My emotions are just too much for me and I guess this is where I’m left off.

Jacob was standing up in the circle this time, doing the greeting and welcoming everyone to the meeting. I always hated that part. Where he acts like no one is actually here, dying off coke, or oxy, or meth. But, what can I say? He’s just trying to make a good time out of a shitty situation.

I was snapped back to reality when Jacob said my name, repeatedly. I looked over at him with wide eyes.

“Do you want to go first,” he offered. I looked at him and shook my head.

“Why do you always have me first?” I whispered, mildly annoyed that he always wants me to go first to share life over the last week. “I mean, I’m a month clean if that’s what you want to hear. I have my struggles.” I sighed and looked at him.

“Do you want to expand on those struggles?” He started. I bit my lips together before shrugging.

“Last week, uh, I had a bad week. And, I guess… I have some stuff leftover. Like, hidden away. I just really wanted to not feel anything.” I looked at my lap and shook my head. “I have a friend, though. He’s helping me with my struggles and stuff. I wish I could help him as much as he helps me though,” I sighed and looked back at Jacob. “It’s really hard, not taking whatever to get high to just not exist for a short time,” I explained. I wasn’t sure if it made sense to anyone, but it made enough sense to me. And that’s all that mattered, that I knew what I meant.

“But you’re working through those struggles, and that’s a good thing. Having a support system is really important. So, your friend that you have is really good.” Jacob smiled and nodded. I stared at him before slowly nodding.

“Yeah, yeah. It is a good thing. I’ve never had a support system like him before. He’s right alongside me.” I whispered. I never really thought of Spencer as my support system. It’s true though, he is. Even if I wasn’t his. “Someone else should share,” I muttered. I made sure my tone was annoyed, just so Jacob would know to stop having me be the first to share.

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After the meeting ended, I walked to the laundromat that was a block or two from my apartment. They had a payphone there that I’d be able to use, which is nice because I didn’t have a cell phone or home phone to use. I’ve done it before, using the laundromat’s payphone.

I knew I had some change stuffed into the pockets of my sweater. I just hope no one would be in the laundromat. Well, it was late so I don’t expect people to be doing their laundry now. Unless it was someone who didn’t want to be seen during the day, like me.

A shiver shot through my body as I entered the building. I was happy to see that there was only one person here, and it looked like they were almost done doing their load. I glanced at them as I walked to the 3 pay-phones. I sat right at the second one, my hands jingling the change in my pockets. I pulled out four quarters and the paper with Spencer’s number. My eyes scanned the numbers that had Jacob’s sloppy handwriting on it.

I picked the phone up off the hook before dialing the number. I stared at the numbers on the pad as I held the phone to my head.

“This is Spencer R-” I slammed the phone back on the hook before he could say anymore. I stared at the phone with wide eyes. My hands were shaky and I could feel my head starting to get a little dizzy. It was just the nerves, anxiety, and everything of the day hitting me all at once. I stared at the phone. I pulled all the change from my pockets and placed it on the counter. 4 quarters, which means two more calls. I swallowed roughly before dialing his number again.

“This is…” “Hi Spencer, it’s me,” I bit my lips together and closed my eyes. I pressed my free hand to my face and shook my head. “I, uh… Sorry if this was inappropriate or anything. I just… I asked Jacob for your number… And, I missed you today, sorry if that’s weird,” I blabbed, my words trailing off.

“Hey! No, no it’s okay!” Spencer spoke. His tone was happy, like whatever it was that he was doing made him happy. “Sorry I didn’t come tonight. I had work stuff happening.” He explained. So, I nodded, even though he couldn’t see me.

“Yeah, that’s what Jacob had said.” I retorted and shrugged.

“But you didn’t believe him, did you?” Spencer asked, a certain amusement in his tone. I held back my laughter and nodded.

“Well, I told him I believed him. But I didn’t really believe him,” I rested my face in my hand and leaned against the counter. “A work trip?” I asked, changing the subject back to him.

“Yeah, yeah,” his voice got low, like he tried to not be heard by whoever he was with, “Probably won’t be home till the end of next week, though,” he sounded sad.

“So, you won’t be home for the next meeting?” I frowned and tried to make it so he could hear my frown. Assuming he did because he started laughing. “God, I fucking hate Jacob, I swear,” I sighed and shook my head.

“You know, at first I didn’t understand why you hated him… But I’m starting to understand why,” he laughed. I smiled and looked around the laundromat. The previous person was gone, leaving me alone. I was happy about that. I didn’t want people listening in on my conversation. Man, it’d be awkward if he worked for the FBI or something where someone is always listening.

“He always makes me go first to share, it’s getting annoying,” I scoffed and shook my head. “Like, is it because I’m the youngest one there? Because I’ve been attending for so long?” I shook my head again because of my annoyance.

“Maybe you’ll have to ask him. Could be because you’re young,” Spencer answered. On his side of the call, I could hear papers shuffling.

“God, that’s annoying,” I scoffed, “How was your week?” I smiled, asking the question that is usually first answered in group. Spencer cackled, not just a laugh but a cackle.

“It was good. Uh, work whisked me away and I wasn’t expecting it. But, here we are.” Spencer sighed. The image I had of him in my head right now was nice. He was just sitting at a desk, coffee in front of him while he read whatever papers he needed. Wait… “What about you? What phone number is this?”

“Oh… Uh, I’m at the laundromat down the street from my apartment… I don’t have a phone,” I bit my lips together and sighed, “Uhm, but my week was meh. I mean, like… Last week was pretty rough… Not gonna lie,” I rubbed my face and shook my head, “Uh, yeah, it was just. I don’t even know why it was a rough week.”

“You didn-”

“No, no, I wanted to though,” I slouched in the chair and shook my head. “It was really hard not going to my stash… And just taking whatever I had.” I shrugged.

“One minute remaining,” an automated female voice spoke. I widened my eyes and fumbled for quarters.

“Shit,” I muttered, nearly dropping them back to the counter. I also nearly dropped the phone too.

“Is… Is everything okay?” Spencer asked, legitimate worry in his words. I sighed once I finally inserted the quarters into the machine.

“Yeah, yeah. Yep, uh… I don’t use payphones, let alone actual phones, often. And I never have quarters on me for these things,” I shook my head in annoyance. “Sorry if I scared you,” I cringed.

“It’s okay.” He replied. I sighed and shook my head. “Now that you have my number, you won’t hesitate to call me, will you?” the worry was back in his voice as he spoke. It kinda scared me how much he worried about me. I’ve never had someone worry about me like this before. What if I disappointed him? Or he disappointed me? I’m used to being a disappointment and getting disappointed. So, what’s it going to do if I get disappointed one more time?

“It’ll depend on the time of day and where I am… If I’m able to get to the laundromat, then sure. But if I’m not near a payphone or if I don’t have quarters, I probably won’t,” I answered.

“Time of day doesn’t matter. I never sleep anyway. And I assume you never sleep either,” he pointed out the obvious. I laughed and nodded.

“Okay, time of day is no worry. Then, it’ll depend on if I have quarters for the machine,” I pointed out.

“I’ll figure something out for you then,” Spencer stated. I smiled again and nodded. “What time is it?”

“Almost 10… I had to walk to the community center, and then back here.” I sighed.

“You should go to bed,” Spencer spoke firmly. I rolled my eyes and smiled.

“You’re not my real dad,” I feigned a playful disappointment in my tone. That made Spencer laugh. “I thought you died… When you weren’t at group… My mind kinda wandered and I had thoughts that weren’t the greatest,” I wrinkled my nose. My stomach sank and my body hurt slightly at the thoughts and memories of all the previous thoughts I had of earlier today.

“Hey, hey,” Spencer’s voice was soft, like he knew I was visibly upset. The kindness he had in his voice made me feel better. “If I have you in my life, I can guarantee that I won’t die,” he had a small chuckle in his tone. I smiled.

“Accountability buddies?” I asked, raising an eyebrow. The smile that was growing on my lips was probably too happy for us to be talking about death and drugs. It was Spencer’s turn to be laughing.

“Okay, okay, accountability buddies,” he agreed, his tone being as happy as my smile was.

“You know that stupid step? The one about a greater power or whatever?” I asked, tapping my fingers across the counter. Spencer laughed.

“You mean Step Two ‘We came to believe that a Power greater than ourselves could restore us to sanity.’ or Steps Five through Seven?” He asked, his tone somewhat cheery. I laughed and shook my head.

“Honestly, all of them,” I wrinkled my nose and shook my head.

“What about them?”

“What if I don’t believe in a higher power or God?” I asked. I lifted my hand and looked at my fingers around the phone cord. And with that question, Spencer hummed. I wished he got to answer the question.

“One minute remaining,” the automated voice was back, causing me to frown because I knew our time on the phone would be over soon. I really didn’t want it to be. Spencer was someone I could trust, and he knew that. He was even a better distraction to stop me from doing anything stupid.

“Get some sleep?” Spencer asked, his tone only slightly begging. I smiled and nodded. “Okay, if you nodded, I can’t see you.”

“I’ll get some sleep. I promise,” I sighed, even though I knew it was a lie. I mean, I know Spencer isn’t going to sleep either.

“How many quarters do you have?”

“On me, 4. I’m sure I have more in my apartment,” I sat up in the chair and nodded, “I’ll call you if I need you, Spencer. Thank you for letting me call you,” I wrinkled my nose.

“Of course. I’d rather have you call me instea-”

“You’ll be home next week?” I asked, cutting him off. He didn’t really need to say anything further, I knew exactly what he was going to say.

“That’s the plan. Could be sooner.” He answered, sounding upset with his own answer. “I’ll take you to get coffee when I get back?” he offered, like that’d make me happy. Okay, yeah it worked. It did make me happy.

“Coffee?” I asked, raising an eyebrow because I wasn’t sure if he actually offered to get me coffee. “Y-yeah, coffee. That sounds good,” I nodded. I’ve never gotten coffee before.

“I’ll see you then. Goodnight,”

“Goodnight, Spencer,” I smiled before placing the phone back on the receiver. I sat back in the seat and looked at the machine. My eyes then shifted down to the quarters on the countertop. I really wanted to keep talking to him, mostly because I liked talking to him. And, if he was so willing to talk to me, I’ll do it anytime.

I stared at the payphone for a moment before finally standing up. I slipped the last of my quarters and paper back into my pockets before leaving. By the time I finally got back outside, it was cold, colder than before I called Spencer. I suppose that’s what I get for wanting to make a call late at night.

When I got to my apartment, I couldn’t feel my fingers or my toes. I didn’t want to take a shower, because I really didn’t want to get cold again after the shower. So, I just slumped my way to my bedroom, not like that’ll make me any warmer.

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youwerenevermeanttofeelalone · 4 years ago

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After Your Love | Sam Winchester

✦ pairing — Sam Winchester x gender neutral!Plus Size Reader

✦ word count — 1k

✦ summary — Sam and you come to a silent understanding.

✦ request — Could I request a canon universe Sam Winchester, with F12, F14, F49, and F50?

✶ F12 - “I love you more than coffee.” distant gasps

✶ F14 - “I’m tired and my bed feels so empty without you here.”

✶ F49 - “That night you kissed me and I thought I might melt.”

✶ F50 - “From the moment I saw you, I knew I was in love.”

✦ warnings — light angst, mentions of alcohol, fluff.

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You were dreading the moment you would reach your street. Tiredness wasn’t enough yet to motivate you to arrive at an empty home.

Ironically, it really was your home and you would never dare to say you didn’t consider it as such.

Well-lit streets weren’t a norm around your block. You were extremely lucky that yours was the exception. Perhaps it had to do with the fact that there were a lot of children around.

Children made you feel less lonely when they ran across the street, laughing and squealing. You didn’t get to watch them or hear them often, only on the weekends, and even then your work kept its grip on you.

The place welcomed you in all of its coldness. The day had been nice, not too hot but not too cold, yet the living room was freezing.

It was in moments like this that you missed your small one-bedroom apartment. It didn’t feel lonely even though you were always by yourself.

This wasn’t that different, you still lived on your own. But Sam visited often, there was no better way to spend alone time than at your place.

Everywhere you looked at, a piece of him reigned. A stack of books, his favorite mug, that warm jacket...

You missed him. Something you were also used to. You would never complain about his line of work, he had been honest to you about it even before dating. You just missed him when he was out of town, plain and simple.

Sam put a lot of effort into the relationship, you felt comfortable with him because of that.

He would call soon, he always did. So in the meantime, you took a shower and got ready for bed.

You were barely finished with your nightly routine when your cellphone rang. Sam’s photograph lit up the screen.

Giddy, you accepted the call and greeted him, “Hi.”

“Hey, you.” He sounded tired.

“How’s it going?”

He sighed heavily. “It’s going.”

You made a face. That meant he would take longer than usual.

“How was your day?”

“Long,” you admitted. “The weekend will be a nightmare.” You got under the covers as you continued speaking, “I think I’ll visit my mom on Sunday after work.”

Sam sounded like he liked the idea as he said, “Say hi to her from me. And have fun with her.”

“I’ll try.”

His excitement faded. “What’s wrong?”

Inwardly cursing yourself for letting him know how you were feeling without even saying it, you shuffled on the bed. “I’m tired and my bed feels so empty without you here.”

He huffed a small and sad laugh. “I know, babe. I miss you too.”

“You’ll make it up to me.” Or at least you hoped.

“I will, but I gotta go now. I just wanted to make sure you were doing all right.”

“It’s okay,” you assured him, trying your hardest to hide your disappointment. “Be safe. I love you.”

“I love you more than coffee.”

You heard Dean distantly gasp in the background before the line clicked.

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It was raining, therefore children were out with their parents, having fun with the puddles. Their glee, while endearing, wasn’t the reason why you were at peace. Not entirely.

You finally felt safe. After almost two excruciatingly long weeks without him, you had him back.

A free day, rain, hot coffee, a movie, and Sam. What else could you need?

The bliss of being in Sam’s arms could never be compared. He had a natural warmth to it that had little to nothing to do with his body.

You were sat with your back against his chest, with your hands on top of his as his breath tickled your skin.

“Wanna know something?” The question vibrated around the room, mixed with the tapping of the rain on the ceiling.

“Anything.” You would never deny him. Sam’s opinions were treasured by you, just like his random comments and his bad jokes.

“From the moment I saw you, I knew I was in love.” He let out a small laugh. “I sound like a teenager, but it’s true.”

You smiled, leaning the side of your head against his shoulder. “Yeah?”

He hummed. “Remember when we celebrated Dean’s birthday next town?” It was your time to hum. “That night you kissed me and I thought I might melt.”

“I’m surprised you remember that. You were so drunk...”

Alcohol had helped you to get bold that night, and although at the moment the tiniest part of your brain told you you would regret it, by the next morning you were happy you had gone for it.

But Sam had been in a worse state than you. He had told you it was okay to kiss him, but he hadn’t really acknowledged that night when he officially asked you out.

“How could I forget?”

“Drunk me tends to forget some stuff,” you playfully teased him, giving him a light kiss on the jaw.

Sam tightened his grip around you, forcing you to shift so you wouldn’t hurt your neck.

“You know I love you, right?”

“I’ve never felt so loved before.” As though he had realized something, he added, “Not romantically, at least.”

“I’m glad,” you whispered, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. It was an odd position, but you didn’t really care. “I have lots of love to give you still.”

“You better,” he said breathily, “I don’t want to know how life would be after your love.”

“Oh, Sam,” you sighed. He was more romantic than you, definitely. And you only loved him more for it. “I don’t want you to know that either.”

You couldn’t promise things would be perfect or that you would make it until the end, but you were aware that Sam knew that so you discarded the idea of ruining the moment stating the obvious.

So instead you peppered his profile with kisses and relaxed against his warmth, feeling him relax as you came to a silent understanding.

#sam winchester x reader #sam winchester x plus size reader #sam winchester

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moving-wright-along · 4 years ago

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bury me in your mind

this started as a sort of high school AU but it just turned into a whole nother beast. its a little over 4k words. i apologize in advance. Ticci Toby x a gender neutral reader warnings: mentions of violence and a fuckload of cursing. kinda angsy? but only towards the end

Toby hates high school and he hates every stupid fucker in the whole damn building.

The only exception to his burning hatred is you.

His English class is the only class that keeps Toby sane throughout the day, because it’s the class he gets to sit next to you. People naturally steer away from him once they notice the occasional twitches and jerks of his body, like their tiny brains have an alarm that goes off whenever they see anything that might not be ‘normal’. Toby decided a long time ago that it was probably for the best, and started to avoid everyone else as much as they avoided him. Yet on the first day, you sat beside him without being forced, and with plenty of other seats available.

At first he thinks you’re weird, but you don’t try to talk to him and you don’t flinch or lean away from him when he twitches, so you’re cool in his book.

Toby starts admiring you after about a week into the semester. He’s sitting in his seat, minding his own fucking business because he’s apparently one of the only people in this whole town that can, when some dumbass jock comes up and starts throwing out insults disguised as ‘friendly’ questions about his conditions. Toby immediately has to shove down the urge to sucker punch the idiot in the nose, but he promised his mom to try not to get into fights this year. And hell, he’s a mama's boy at heart still so he’s trying to indulge her. But goddamn is it hard.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” It takes a moment for Toby to register that you were the one that just spoke up.

“Don’t you have anything better to do than insult people over things they can’t control and be fucking annoying? Get a hobby.”

And- Wow, Toby really hopes he’s not as slack jawed as the other guy is, cause he looks like an idiot with his mouth open like that. The guy tries stuttering something out but it's drowned out by several people laughing and a few of the guy's so-called friends jeering him because 'damn dude, the quiet kid just owned your ass’. The teacher steps in and everyone quiets down, their attention thankfully taken off your corner of the room.

Toby has the decency to stutter out a quiet 'thanks’ that you just shrug off. You instantly became way more than just 'cool’ in Toby’s book.

He wants to say so much more than thanks, like how you’re the first person to stand up for him besides his sister in a long time, and how pretty he thinks you are, but he keeps his stupid mouth shut and his head down. The two of you don’t talk again until a few days later.

There’s a substitute teacher that day, but they’re clearly not very good at their job considering the class is way louder than usual. Toby grits his teeth and just tries to focus on his worksheet, resisting the urge to clap his hands over his ears. Every noise- every high pitched laugh, every pencil thrown across the room, every scrapping of chair legs on the floor- seems to send him further towards a total breakdown, every one of his senses completely overloaded. He jumps when he feels a soft poke on his arm. You hold out your other earbud to him.

“Wanna listen?” You ask. He stares blankly for a moment, and he guesses that he waits too long to reply because after a moment you roll your eyes and hold out your hand a little further.

“Come on man, I don’t bite unless I have to.” You smile a little, and it takes him a second to realize you’re joking. He’s quick to react after that.

His heart pounds hard as he takes the earbud from you and jams it into his ear, trying not to think about your fingers brushing together for a split second. He spends the rest of class silently noting the titles and lyrics of songs on your playlist as they pass. He ends up listening to those same songs when he gets home, his mind replaying the encounter over and over.

The two of you could almost be considered friends after that. You share your earbuds with him frequently, you lower your voice and whisper comments or jokes to him occasionally and he always has to bite the inside of his mouth to keep from snickering too loud. At first you only talk about assignments and whatever book your class is reading but soon you’re talking about all kinds of things.

Toby notices a lot of little things about you around this time. You sit a little closer to him than before since your earbuds don’t reach that far, and you spend more time zoning out and doodling in class than you do paying attention. You say you hate english but he’s starting to think you just say that to have something to complain about, because you’re not nearly as bad at it as you claim to be.

Unbeknownst to Toby, you notice things about him too. He shies away when you get a little to close and his breath hitches when you poke at him or whisper to get his attention. Everyone seems weary or even scared of him but you quickly find out that he’s… kind of a dork. He likes to read and loves sci-fi and adventure stories and he blushes when you discover that he likes the occasional romance as well. He talks a lot when you get him going about a topic he enjoys and then gets bashful when he realizes just how long he was talking. He lives close to the woods and he loves being outside and has a strange amount of knowledge about the local flora and fauna. He apologizes too much and keeps his mouth shut tight when other people are around and his voice is naturally kind of soft even though he has a tendency to be louder than he thinks he is.

You like him. He’s sweet.

Toby still struggles with people in other classes and in the halls every-fucking-where else, but at the very least he has English with you.

The year passes quickly. Toby gets you a Christmas gift after the holiday break is over- a pair of new earbuds because you had texted him complaining about your current ones giving out and you feel bad because you didn’t think to get him anything. You buy some random candy since you don’t know what he likes and give it to him the next day and even though you feel like an asshole for not giving him a real gift he smiles at you like it’s the best thing he’s ever received and you silently vow to get him something better for his birthday..

You buy him a box of Valentine's chocolates but chicken out before giving them to him so you just lie and say that you got them from your mom and you share the kind of gross candies in the back of class and try not to let the shame show on your face. He gives you a pink frog plushie with a messed up eye and claims he got it because he thought it would make you laugh and it does. You really wish you’d just given him the stupid box.

You’re getting ready for bed a few days later when you get a text from him. You raise an eyebrow as you cross the room to your phone and look it over.

‘Need to get out of the house for a while. I was gonna wander around in the woods like a dumb teenager, wanna come?’

You roll your eyes. You imagine that if you looked out the window right now you’d spot Toby outside your house already. Your friend knew you had a hard time saying no to him and abused his power to no end.

'its a school night dummy.’

'and almost midnight’

‘Yeah… Anyway, how’s that science project that’s due tomorrow coming along for you?’

Shit. You totally forgot about that.

'asshole’

‘Haha. You could always skip and finish it tomorrow.’

'ugh’ ‘you let me forget on purpose’

‘You have no proof of that.’ ‘I’ll buy you an energy drink and snacks?’

'open with that next time. omw’

At least you were right about him already waiting for you. Toby grins at you a little and you punch him in the arm lightly once you’ve successfully climbed out of your window. True to his word, Toby buys you a Monster and teases you about your flavor choices.

“The original monster is fucking gross-” You say, scrunching your nose up at the very thought of it.

“It’s- It’s not that bad! You’re j-just a baby.” Toby argues back as he wanders down the aisles, grabbing whatever snacks and candies catch his or your attention.

“You’re not even supposed to drink Monster, loser.”

Toby shrugs, ducking his head and hiding his smile behind his hood. You wish he’d smile a bit more openly.

Toby pays the gas station attendant for your haul and the two of you start walking in the same direction as his house, wandering past it and into the nearby woods. You’re a little freaked out walking around the dark woods at night, but Toby seems totally at home. Although, he practically grew up in these woods, so you suppose it’s only fair.

“Why the fuck is it so cold? It’s spring.” You complain. You thought it’d be warmer and you’re practically freezing in your long sleeve shirt.

“It’s barely March.” Toby retorts.

“Whatever.”

“Wanna wear my jacket?” Toby offers, although he pales when you look up at him and he turns his gaze away. The dark hides his expression, but it’s pretty easy to tell that he’s embarrassed.

“Sure.” You answer, trying to sound casual. Before you know it you’re wrapped up in his jacket. It’s already a bit too big on him cause he’s way skinnier than he should be so it hangs off your frame and covers your hands. It’s nice, though you try not to think too hard about how much you enjoy wearing it, or how it smells like that awful body spray he uses that you can’t seem to complain about.

“You sure you’re not cold, though?” You ask.

“Eh. C-CIPA stuff makes feeling temperature we-weird anyway.” He shrugs. You forget sometimes that he doesn’t feel pain. The following silence is awkward and you’re still trying not to focus too much on the fact that giving someone your jacket is an inherently romantic gesture, so you decide to bully him a bit to take your mind off it.

“Where’d you even get this thing anyway? Who in the right mind sells a brown jacket with striped sleeves and a blue hood?” You ask and he snorts. You’ve made it clear before through teasing just how silly you find his jacket’s design to be. Toby rolls his eyes.

“W-Wasn’t always a blue hood. I fell out of a tree once and ripped the original h-hood on the w-way down. Lyra just took the hood off-off one of her old jackets and s-sewed it on.”

You roll your eyes and chuckle. He’s the only person you know that would have a story like that.

The two of you wander around together and talk, and as you walk you wonder what his reaction would be if you just reached out and held his hand. Too bad you’re too much of a coward to try.

As if on cue, Toby pauses in his tracks and reaches out to grab your sleeve. He tugs you gently in a different direction.

“Come on. T-This way.”

“Where’re we going?” You ask.

Toby glances over his shoulder at you, and you notice a hint of a smile across his face.

“There’s this o-old tower th-thing close by. I like hanging out there sometimes.”

Toby leads you into a clearing, and you find yourself in front of a tall red tower.

“What is this thing?”

“D-Dunno. I guess it use-used to be a climbing wall or something.”

You stare at some of the graffiti on the outer walls as Toby walks around to the other side.

“Come on!” He calls. You follow him around to the back of the tower and find that one side is open, allowing access to the inside. Caution tape and trash litters the ground inside and Toby is halfway up a ladder to the top.

“We’re climbing up…? This looks rickety as hell, man.”

“It’s fine,” Toby assures, pausing at the top to turn and look down at you. “I’ve climbed this thing pl-plenty of times.”

“I dunno…”

“Come on. D-don’t be a baby, it’s fine.” He teases and makes himself comfortable on the top of the wall.

“That’s exactly what the guy says to the girl before something really bad happens in a horror movie.” You argue, though you can’t fight back a smile as you climb up anyway.

“We’re not in a ho-horror movie though.” Toby says, taking your hand and helping you sit beside him. You sit close to him and your sides press together. You feel a surge of pride when you remember that he used to shy away from you a lot when you first met, but now you can casually touch like this with no issue.

You open and share snacks together, and you let Toby take a sip of your drink to see if he likes the flavor or not. You watch him raise it to his mouth and your brain screams something at you about an indirect kiss and you quickly shove that thought aside and stomp on it.

Sure, Toby is cute and he’s a good friend, but you don’t like him like that. Definitely not. Would you kiss the crap out of his stupid adorable face if you knew it wouldn’t scare him off? Of course. But that doesn’t mean you have some kind of lame crush on him.

“Ca-Can I… tell you something?” He starts, seeming a bit bashful all of the sudden. Your heart kicks into overdrive. Oh fuck, okay, maybe you we’re lying about not having a little bit of a crush.

“Of course.” You say, trying not to let your voice waver. He hesitates.

“U-Uh. N-Nevermind, actually! Heh.”

You raise a brow.

“Oh come on, what was it?” You ask.

“Ju-just!” Toby looks a bit panicked as he fumbles. “Um. Just thinking about th-that book I’m reading. I think I already told you about it though. D-Did I tell you about the main character and his friend’s fight?”

Even if you didn’t know Toby that well, you’d still know he was lying. He’s a pretty bad liar. Your heart sinks a bit but you don’t push the subject.

“Oh, yeah you did.” You say, a little disappointed. Toby rambles for a few minutes about his book and conversation continues easily enough.

“Oh!” Toby jumps, and suddenly turns to you with a big smile. “M-My sister is coming over this weekend!”

“Lyra, right?”

“Y-Yeah. She’s coming to visit f-from college.” He says, and he looks really happy. “Y-you should come over and meet her. She’d l-love you.”

That sentiment makes you feel warm inside. Toby speaks very highly of his sister, so you really hope she likes you.

“Sounds like a plan to me.” You say and Toby beams at you.

“You seem excited.” You smile and nudge him with your elbow.

“Y-yeah. She goes to school kind of far away, so it’s been a while sin-since I’ve seen her.” Toby looks away, his tone becoming a bit more serious. “F-for a long time I felt like Lyra w-was the only per-person who really cared about me… W-well. Until I met you.”

Your heart melts a little and you can’t resist letting your head thunk onto his shoulder. Toby stiffens, but makes no move to stop you.

“She sounds great, I can’t wait to meet her.”

Toby hums, and you sit together for a while longer until you realize it’s almost 3 am. You carefully climb back down the ladder, Toby following and you watch as he jumps down the last foot of ladder and lands on his feet with a soft thunk. You’re about to walk off before he catches your attention again.

“Oh! I-I almost forgot,” He says, then starts examining the walls, as if looking for something. “H-Here it is.”

You approach to see what he’s talking about, and you find a low section of wall with Toby’s name messily carved into it.

“Wanna carve something too?” He asks. You hum an affirmative and Toby withdraws a small pocket knife from his jean pocket and hands it to you.

“I’m not gonna question why you have a knife.” You say, chuckling tiredly as you knelt and began carefully carving.

“F-For protection, obviously.” Toby says, his tone teasing. “One of u-us has to keep us safe. Since we’re in a horror movie now.”

You roll your eyes and finish up your carving, moving aside so Toby could see it. You carved your own name underneath his, adding a plus sign between them. You watch him flush slightly, trying not to blush yourself.

“Now everyone will know we were here together.” You say, justifying yourself as you passed his knife back.

He walks you home and you reluctantly give his jacket back once you’re in your driveway. You’re about to climb back through your window when Toby speaks up.

“U-um…” He starts. You look back to see him rocking on his feet. He steps forward, and hesitates for a second before pulling you into a quick hug.

“T-thanks for hanging out with me. A-And-and for being my friend. Bye!”

Toby lets go and runs off before you can say anything back. You find yourself grinning from ear to ear as you slip into bed, quickly unlocking your phone and opening his contact.

'you’re welcome, loser <3’

You skip school the next day like Toby suggested, convincing your mom of a killer headache when she comes in to see why you’re not up. You imagine the eyebags from your lack of sleep help your case pretty well since she doesn’t make a fuss about it. You finish up some neglected work and waste the day away. It’s Friday, and you know Lyra is supposed to come into town today. You figure Toby will message you later about plans to meet up.

So you find it strange when you don’t hear from Toby at all that weekend. You feel a little down about it, but maybe Lyra just didn’t feel like hanging out, and he was probably busy with family stuff, so you don’t question it.

When he doesn’t show up to class on Monday, you figure he’s just spending more time with his family. Then, when two more days go by without seeing him or getting a text back, you worry that he got into a fight and got suspended or something. You’re properly freaking out by the time the week is up.

You’d only been to Toby’s house once before and that was only when all of his family was out of the house for the night. Other than that he was always kind of weird about you coming over. If you hung out outside of school it either had to be at your place or somewhere else. And now here you were, marching over to get an answer.

You notice a car in the driveway and hesitate. You didn’t want to risk interacting with his dad. Toby never told you any specifics, but he seriously hated that guy. You look up at Toby’s window and notice a shadow move across the curtains. He’s in there.

You don’t want to recreate a shitty teen movie and throw rocks at his window, and if texting him worked then you would’ve gotten an answer days ago. Using the railing of the porch, you haul yourself as quietly onto the roof outside his window as possible. Fuck, you really hope it’s him in there and not one of his parents or something. Gently, you knock on the glass. There’s no response for a minute, and you’re about to knock again when the curtains yank back and scare the shit out of you. You’re met with Toby’s shocked face on the other side, as if you both were equally startled by one another.

“Uhh… Hi?” You say weakly. Toby struggles to yank the window up and drags you inside. You stumble into his bedroom and his hands grip your biceps hard.

“What the fuck are you doing here?” He hisses.

“I was worried about you!” You snap, keeping your voice as low as his. “You’ve been out all week and you never- replied…”

Your anger completely melts away when you finally get a good look at the state he’s in. His arms and hands are bandaged up and his face is marred with little scratches and a nasty bruise beneath his eye. He raises an eyebrow like he has no idea why you’re looking at him like that. His breath hitches when you absentmindedly reach out and place a hand on his cheek, just below the bruise and rub a bit with your thumb.

“What happened to you?” You ask, softly. Toby suddenly jumps back, like your touch burnt him. His arms wrap tight around his chest and he avoids your gaze and you try not to be hurt by that.

“C-Car accident.”

“You were in a fucking car accident?!” You whisper-scream.

“I’m fine.” He insists. He doesn’t look fine to you at all. “S-Sorry I did-didn’t tell you. Ph-Phone’s been turned off for a few days…”

He glances at his nightstand and you follow his gaze to his phone, connected to the charger but the front is completely shattered. He probably just didn’t want to look at it.

Toby stays silent for a moment before speaking up again.

“Are you mad at me?”

“What? No- God no, Tobes, I was just worried. It’s okay, really. I’m sorry I freaked out and climbed onto your roof and knocked on your window.”

Toby finally grins a little at your remark, but it drops off his face quickly.

“…You should go. I don’t want my parents to know you’re here.” Toby herds you towards the window, and you go without any struggle. All you wanted was to see that he was okay, and you supposed you got your answer.

“Alright, alright, but you better text me later, okay?”

Toby smiles a little again, but it looks forced.

“Y-Yeah. I’ll try.”

You head back home, and you don’t get any texts. You spend the next few days in silent frustration while you’re still ignored by your friend. Maybe something else happened that he’s not telling you about? Sure, a car accident is traumatizing, but he seemed more or less okay? There has to be some other reason he’s avoiding you.

All it takes is a quick scroll through your local news site to find the obituary. Lyra Rogers. Your hands freeze on your laptop’s mouse in silent horror. Holy shit, his sister died in that crash. You’re suddenly overcome with sadness. Toby talked about Lyra a lot- about his cool older sister in college a few towns away who always looked out for him. You never got to meet her. Fuck, no wonder he’s been so distant.

Every ounce of frustration leaves your body and you slump over. You just accept that you’re probably not going to see your friend anytime soon. You consider giving him your condolences, but you don’t want to risk bringing it up and hurting him more. Besides, Toby’s never been one to want people’s sympathy or pity. You suppose he’ll reach out when he’s ready.

The next few days are sporadic. You get an apology text from Toby and he updates you about his condition, though he’s vague and only mentions that he’s going to see a doctor. You don’t get much else. English class is boring without him. Toby goes completely silent again.

You figure he just needs time to himself to heal, but you’re constantly worried about him in the back of your mind. One morning you’re passing through the living room while getting ready for school and you pause in front of the TV, your mother having left it on the news. Your heart stops mid beat in your chest.

Brutally murdered… fire… missing…

You feel bile rise in your throat and you slap a hand over your mouth to stop yourself from being sick, backing away from the TV. Tears flow down your cheeks. There’s no way this is real, right? Toby wouldn’t do that. Your Toby wouldn’t do that.

You quickly retreat to your room, ignoring your mother's shout from downstairs. You whip out your phone, foregoing your text messages and going straight to calling him. You need to hear from him, you need him to tell you that it was all a lie and that he was innocent.

Your first call goes unanswered, but the second goes through after two rings. You gasp a little and listen hard for a moment. You think you can hear breathing, the distant crunching of leaves.

“Toby?” You ask. The call ends immediately. The rest of your calls are unanswered. You resort to texts after a few minutes, hoping that he was at least reading them.

You skip school the next few days- you don’t want to hear what anyone else has to say on the situation, no one knew Toby like you knew him, and you can’t guarantee that you won’t lunge at someone for bad mouthing him. Although, you never thought Toby would kill someone either, so maybe you didn’t know him that well after all.

Your life feels like it's falling apart. You’re like a carnival ride violently swinging back and forth between the five stages of grief, jumping around like it’s fucking hopscotch.

You push yourself out of bed that weekend in a strange rush of determination. You were just making yourself more miserable by sitting around and wallowing in bed all day, you’re driving yourself crazy like that. Pushing past the want to just lay down again, you get dressed and decide to go on a walk. Maybe fresh air will make you feel better.

Without even trying, you somehow end up close to Toby’s house. For a second, you consider going up to the door and knocking, maybe talk to his mom a bit. You’ve never met her before, but Toby seemed fond of her. Maybe she’d let you, you don’t know, take one of his jackets to remember him by? Or was that way too weird?

You realize with a sinking feeling that Connie Rogers lost her daughter, son, and husband within the short span of a few weeks. She most certainly has more important things to deal with than some kid showing up on her door and asking to rifle through her son’s stuff. Maybe you could talk to her sometime, but not now. You push past and walk into the woods behind their house, wandering around until you somehow end up at the tower you visited with him only a few days ago.

You collapse into a heap and slump against the wall. The floodgates swing open and all your emotions come rushing out, and you let them.

You scream and cry without having to worry about anyone hearing you. You sob uncontrollably for a few minutes, then you curse Toby’s name and yell at him for tricking you into being his friend- then your brain makes you imagine what his face would look like if you had said that to his face and then you’re just sad again. You shrink in on yourself, crying and saying that you didn’t mean it. You don’t know why you bother saying anything to him out loud anyway, it’s not like he can hear you.

You wish he was dead, that they’d found a body after he escaped. At least then you’d know where he was. Then you could go to his grave and punch his headstone, or you could just sit there and talk as if everything was normal. But there’s no body, so there’s no grave. Knowing that he was likely alive out there somewhere is somehow more painful.

“You stupid jerk.” You say between disgusting, hiccupping sobs. You wipe at your face with your sleeve, trying to calm yourself.

If only you knew he was hiding up in a tree, a measly few feet away at the edge of the clearing, clutching at his chest as if it would keep his heart from clawing its way out.

#ticci toby #ticci toby x reader #toby rogers #toby rogers x reader #toby aaron rogers #lmk if theres spelling errors or smth im illiterate #this went way out of control lol this is so much longer than intended #my writing

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kpopcotton · 4 years ago

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Johnny Suh as... a Brother?

a/n ~ just me getting this out because well,, johnny Genre: fluff, lowkey highschool! au, bullet point “drabble” Warning(s): wanting john as your brother Reader Gender: gender-neutral Word Count: 992

a lot of people think of johnny as -- well -- you know ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

but if i’m honest, i just don’t see it

he’s just got those vibes that scream perfect older brother

maybe it’s my lack of a positive male influence oop-

and,, he’s definitely the type to be your best friend

johnny is the brother who’s very protective but he’d be like (¬‿¬) because he thinks he’s being slick about it

he isn’t

maybe you’re talking to someone and he notices that they’re being subtly flirty, you can bet his eyes wont leave you for a while

he’s just straight (O - O) at you just incase he notices you start to get uncomfortable

and, he’s probably always watching over you in some way, making sure you eat enough and sleep enough

while he does tease you about stuff, he makes sure you know it’s all in good fun and he doesn’t want you to be insecure

he doesn’t ever comment on things you can’t control

but he will not hesitate to expose you to anyone you meet for singing embarrassingly loud to SHINee when you thought you were home alone in middle school

yes,, it is an ancient recording on his phone

yes,, haechan does ask to see it almost every month

i also feel like johnny is the type of brother that you’d have to share a room with as a child but you honestly don’t mind

like you’d feel incomplete if you moved and finally got your own room

there are a few times where he gets in one of those moods to be a little demon and mess with you

but all you have to do is call out “mmmooooooom!” and he’s suddenly:

(｡◕‿◕｡) what? do you need something my precious sibling? i will do anything for you!

he’s lowkey afraid of your mom

johnny is definitely the brother you trust with anything and he prides himself in keeping your trust

you failed a test and you need to get it off your chest? johnny will help! tell him all about it!

you have a crush? you may get teased whenever he sees that person BUT he will give you pointers on how to win them over ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°)

you just need a good hug? well shoot, johnny’s got you covered!

literally

he’s probably a “what’s mine is yours” type of brother as well

this does come at a price, however, and it usually comes in favors such as “don’t tell mom i’m going out with jaehyun tonight.” or “can you go to the store and get me some snacks?”

i also feel like johnny is the type of brother to randomly stare at you until you get annoyed and ask what he wants and he just says “hi (◕‿◕✿)”

or something really brotherly like “how long has it been since you showered?”

i see johnny as the guy to create traditions with you when you’re young that follow you both into your adult lives

like little movie nights when your parents are out of town or on a date

or self care weekends complete with face masks, shopping, and mani-pedis

very cute, i know

i also feel like if you’re going through a rough patch, johnny will be there with you

he doesn’t want you to feel like you’re alone because he knows the feeling (even if he rarely gets alone time now) and honestly he just wants you to be comfortable with him

he probably has some of the best advice

but if you’re not in the mood to talk, he’ll just hold you and tell you little affirmations or whisper inside jokes to try and get you to laugh

seeing you down in the dumps is heartbreaking for him

on that note, johnny is quite the spectacle when he tries to cheer you up

let’s say one time in elementary school during recess he accidentally pushed you over while playing with his friends and you scrape your elbows and a knee and start crying

johnny is panicking because he doesn’t want to get in trouble the teacher who’s monitoring so he starts pretended that an invisible force is beating him up

he lands himself next to you on the ground and pretends to die (tongue out and everything) and you start laughing and poking him and you completely forget that you got hurt in the first place

+1 brother points

i also see johnny as the brother who would do his outmost to embarrass you around his friends, if not embarrass them as well

like just imagine johnny having a little get together with his friends at the house and having them all go into the basement

and he sends up -- let’s say -- mark to get some more drinks and snacks

and you’re in the kitchen so obviously mark is going to strike up a conversation out of respect since you live in the house as well and he’s nice like that

but, he takes a bit too long for the rest of the boys’ liking so johnny will come to the top of the basement stairs and yell for mark to “quit making out” with you and to “come back, man!”

so now mark is frazzled and you’re feeling a bit flustered because now you’re thinking about making out with mark and it becomes awkward as he starts stumbling around to hurriedly grab the snacks he was collecting

and mark’s definitely rambling something like “yo, dude, johnny it’s not like that! i was just saying hi! y/n, i swear i don’t even like you like that! not that you’re unlikeable! no, bro, like you are so likeable! NOT in that way but you know what i--”

and you decide to end it before it gets even worse with a “go downstairs mark.”

“yeah no, i’m leaving now...”

so in conclusion, johnny is an amazing older brother and i do not take constructive criticism

while yes, he may tease you now and then, don’t all siblings?

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