#I was honestly on the hunt for new pictures of her

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[queenendless]

TWISTED DEVIL 😈

A/n: Prologue to a potential AU series, mini or otherwise.

May edit this into a masterlist if I write enough fics about this. So sorry about this short piece. Future oneshot parts may be just as short. Wanna write twst x reader fics based off the dorm songs being released lately.

I honestly am having Solo Leveing writers block/burnout. So I need to write other stuff. Sorry about those that are waiting for those Jinwoo fics but I need a break.

CW: GN!human demon hybrid Reader. Yandere esque vibes. One-shot esque AU series. MAJOR SPOILERS INVOLVED!

NO REPOSTING, PLAGIARIZING, TRANSLATING, AI USAGE OR BOT/AGELESS BLOGS ALLOWED. Reblogs, likes and follows are appreciated.

You are the sole child of Chernabog; the King of Bald Mountain, Controller of Demons.

Your birth alone brought about waves of fears

upon the world. The religious naysayers that already feared him hunted you down.

So you and your mother went into hiding, away from the loonies of that variety as well as those that desired to use you for their self-serving machinations.

Because you're half demon, you age much more slowly than mortals. Which was why when your mother was on her death bed that night, you were physically a teenager but your biological age was nearly a century old. The moment she passed away, you already felt your father reaching out through your infernal bond.

Your dormant monster side is only brought forth amidst emergencies or such intense emotions. And thus, your true nature was suppressed from the unaware public masses. Hiding away in seclusion, just you and her, until it was only you in that now lonely cottage.

Yet as you pictured his imposing presence in the far off distance on that eerie foggy night, the double horse black carriage carrying the coffin came out of left field and struck you head on.

The moment you awaken from the coffin at your orientation ceremony at Night Raven College results in your fellow freshmen and senpai tensing up at your already strong magical presence.

Despite your soft features and demure presence, the aura of corruption hung over you. Your eyes glinted with the promise of mystery.

They're all, initially, intimidated by you. Although these prideful mages in training wouldn't let their true faces nor feelings show that much. Some more so than others …

Despite that, your soul didn't align with the other dorms, despite your magical potential. Much like the prefect — prefects actually. There's a few of them.

And so, you were placed in Ramshackle Dorm with them and their dire beast companion Grim.

The ghostly residents flocked to you immediately, retaining your father's ability of attracting the spiritual variety.

Preferring this over being on your own for the first time in your existence or even staying with the literal embodiment of evil himself, you chose to give this arcane boarding school a chance.

And so, you, Y/n L/n, became a freshman at NRC.

Expanding your mind and knowledge about this new world that you were brought into on your first year here.

Becoming close with your fellow schoolmates, mending the scar left upon your beastly heart, leaving your own mark on them, bringing forth their deepest darkest desires.

You had yet to show any of them your suppressed nature, your true form, horrified at the potential cataclysmic chain reaction that would be set off should the time ever come. Until then, you would appreciate your chaotically enjoyable school life for as long as it lasts.

Ah yes, indeed, you fell in love with the world of Twisted Wonderland. For your precious mages existed in it, side by side with you.

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7. “Closer”

Robin Buckley x Fem!Reader

꒰Mutual Masturbation + Forbidden꒱ - 1.7k

• reader is steve’s sister, a little bit of plot, playboy magazine appearance

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Steve had a habit of coming home late if he wasn’t working the same shift as Robin. If Robin wasn’t there to keep him in line he would almost alway snake last minute plans with someone. This time Robin just happened to be over at the Harrington house to wait for him. Like clockwork the phone rang and you didn’t have to pick it up to know it was Steve.

“Hey,” you remarked, staring at the wall boredly. “Hey uh I’m gonna be a little late. Lisa stopped by when I was closing up soo..” “So you’re going to go home with her?” His audacity didn’t surprise you anymore. It was well placed, truly trying to find the love of his life, though, it didn’t help that you wanted him to just give it up sometimes. 

You were tired of losing time with your brother. Footsteps caught your attention, Robin curiously standing behind you. You lowered the phone, holding it to your chest. “Steve’s going to take his time.” You rolled your eyes at your thinly veiled innuendo. Robin nodded and leaned against the wall to listen in on you and Steve.

“Take your time.” You responded into the receiver, looking at your nails. Steve certainly would, always taking what you said seriously. After humming noncommittally you hung up and turned to Robin. “It’s just us for a bit. Want to go to my room?”

You leaned back on your headboard, legs stretched out on the bed, flipping through a magazine. Robin lay sideways, head resting by your legs with her feet on the wall. “So, these tests are real?” Your eyes peered over her shoulder at the magazine that Robin was looking at.

It was some personality test in one of those teen magazines. “I wouldn’t bet on it,” you answered. Closing the magazine you held, you tossed it to the side to find another in your pile. Most of the magazines were new releases from Cosmo, Seventeen, what have you. You honestly had just dumped out your small box of magazines onto the bed.

It gave you two something to do. While on the hunt for an interesting magazine Robin joined you, flipping through them. “I don’t get why they would add tests that don’t work.” You shrugged, “They make those all the time, same with the boyfriend tests.”

Robin wrinkled her nose. “Boyfriend tests?” “Yeah, like which guy would you be best suited for based on your answers. It’s a load of bullshit, but fun to do.” Robin thought about it for a moment, settling to shrug before pulling a different looking magazine from the pile. A playboy.

She laughed, holding it up. “Did Steve’s magazine get in here?” You glanced up, cheeks flushing. “No! I look at that for like what bras I want to get and stuff…” You trailed off, reaching to grab it from her. Instead, Robin laughed and rolled away, opening it up.

“Woah,” she muttered, looking at the dog-eared page she had opened. Behind her, you groaned and clambered on top of her, magazines flying off the bed at your clumsy movements. “See? Her lingerie is cute.” You pointed at one of the girls who was almost fully bent over. Robin swallowed.

“You’d wear that?” You sighed and draped yourself over her, “Yeah. Don’t know where to buy it though.” Laying on her back, you looked over her shoulder to watch her flip through the articles to find more pictures. A familiar heartbeat of arousal began pulsing in your pussy at the all too familiar pictures. You mentally thanked the universe that she couldn’t feel it from your position of laying over her back.

You, however, could feel how she squirmed. Robin had always been attractive to you but severely off limits because of Steve. What he didn’t know didn’t hurt him though, right? You leaned down, whispering. “Are you seriously getting turned on by some half covered tits?” Robin spluttered, turning her head.

“No!” She defended herself immediately much to your amusement. “Seeing full tits is where it’s at.” You sat back as realization dawned on Robin’s features, her body turning over to look at her. “I’ve seen boobs before,” she weakly retorted.

“Sure I have too.” You paused for a moment, chewing on your bottom lip. “I can show you mine. Tits are better in person.” Her eyes immediately dropped to your chest, gulping. “What about Steve?”

“What about Steve? He isn’t here, besides if we don’t touch each other it doesn’t count.” The logic wasn’t full proof but it was enough for her. “Okay, yeah.” The moment the words left her mouth you were shucking your sweater off onto the ground. Your arm swiped the rest of the magazines off to give both of you room.

Your back was once again against the headboards, Robin’s now resting on the wall. Reaching up, you unclasped your bra with practiced swiftness, the fabric loosening on your chest. Letting the straps of it slide down, you watched it fall away into your lap. Robin’s lips parted, already damp panties becoming uncomfortably wet. With a single look you could tell, throwing your bra to the side.

“You can touch yourself,” you assured her. She nodded, entranced, and unzipped her pants to throw them across the room. You laughed at her enthusiasm, swiftly pulling off your own pants to pile on the ground. Her underwear were a plain light blue and she wished she wore something a bit more flashy like you had. Did you always dress that nicely?

Sliding your panties down, you set them next to you, spreading your legs for her to see. Her eyes roamed over your folds, slowly dragging her own underwear off. Freckles created a small trail down to her mound, hair dusting over it. You bit your lip, forgetting all about the magazine.

“She’s pretty,” you personalized her cunt. “Really..?” Robin questioned, hand mirroring your movements to your cunt. “Oh yeah.” Dragging your fingertips up and down, they spread apart to expose your clenching hole. Your eyes trained on where Robin was circling her clit.

One finger from your other hand edged around your entrance making it visibly flutter again. You chuckled when Robin’s eyes grew wide, a whine coming from her. “How many fingers?” You asked and her eyes snapped back up to you. “Huh?”

“How many fingers should we use?” She drew in a sharp breath. How many fingers did she usually start with? “Two.” You nodded and rolled your shoulders back, sliding two fingers in. The stretch burns a little and you pause halfway through.

Robin watched in rapt attention, two fingers edging inside of her at the same time. Her fingertips stroked the inside of her walls, coaxing them to loosen. Contrasting her approach, you twisted your fingers, knuckles sliding in as you moaned. The pain mixed with the pleasure, cunt easing up around you when you began curling them.

You sighed, legs relaxing at the feeling. Robin moaned as she watched you finger yourself, thumb pressing on her clit. She rubbed at it tenderly, walls fluttering to open up for her. She wanted to speed up the process, to be able to jump right in, but with you hungrily watching her like that she didn’t mind taking her time as much.

“Working yourself up, babe?” Her gut clenched at the pet name at the same time her cunt did. When she unclenched, her fingers slid in the last centimeter, back arching as she looked at you. Nodding, Robin drew her fingers halfway out before pushing them back in with a squelch. “Goddamn you’re wet.”

Robin blushed, looking down at where she was leaking on your bed, preparing to apologize when you continued. “I want to taste you so bad.” Your fingers crooked a bit, finding your g-spot. You moaned, eyes falling shut as you repeatedly hit the spot.

“Shit.” She squeaked, fingers thrusting in and out at a steady pace. “You’re so hot, so so pretty. Not that you usually aren’t because you always are. If you weren’t Steve’s sister, ooh shit.” You smirked, head dropping back to the wooden headboard as you reached down to play with your clit. 

“Trust me, if you weren’t his best friend I would have fucked you by now.” Robin moaned, excessive heat flooding her cunt. “You can if you want to.” “Oh I will,” you chuckled. “Just want you to cum like this for now.”

Your eyes cracked open to look at her desperately grinding into her moving hand, palm hitting her bundle of nerves. “Pretty girl,” you groaned, licking your lips. Robin keened, hips lifting as she repeatedly hit her clit with the palm of her hand, fingers curling inside her pulsing walls.

Fingertips dragged over your sweet spot again, cunt clenching. Losing all sense of patience from watching her you rubbed your clit desperately, nearing the precipice. You teetered on the edge of coming, watching her. Once Robin’s back arched with a moan you flicked your fingers up again, letting yourself go.

The pair of you came at the same time, Robin’s cum sliding down her fingers to pool in her palm. You panted, drawing your cum covered fingers from your pussy. Leaning down, You lapped up Robin’s cum from her hand, looking up at her. Her eyes widened, hips bucking forward while her fingers were still inside her. 

You smirked, pressing forward to look at her cunt. “You smell so fucking good.” Robin sighed shakily. Your eyes fell, blowing cool air on her slit to watch her clit twitch. You sat back up, triumphantly licking your fingers clean when you heard the downstairs door open. “Robin?” Steve called out.

Robin immediately pulled her hand from between her legs, jumping off the bed. She threw pants on and wiped her fingers off of her thigh. She threw a look over her shoulder as she opened your door to catch you winking, not making a move to get dressed. Robin would rather stay here, but she couldn’t get caught.

She bit her lip, ducking out the door and shut it. “Steve?” She called back, voice unnaturally high. You guessed by the scarce sound she had meandered down the steps. You waited, until you heard. “Why are you wearing my sister's pants?”

tags: @babybatlover, @starrgurl46, @wowzers-07, @nenukkjhj, @morgan0lw21, @kinokomoonshine, @slut4ddn, @marirxse, @chx-rrryc0la, @adventures-of-impala, @shesadilema13

[3igbootyl0ver]

A New Face Pt.3

pairing: Tara Carpenter x Reader

summary: You and Tara finally went out on a date and feelings are revealed.

word count: 2453

Pt.1 | Pt.2 | Pt.4

a/n: Hey all, I hope ya'll enjoyed this last part for this one-shot. I tried putting in more details so lmk your thoughts. I also made Sam a little laid back for this part since I honestly didn't know how to make her intimidating without ruining it lol. Anyways, I'm always open to feedback!! Thanks for all the love and support! (p.s. i got motivation for the flower scene from tasm where peter gave gwen her flowers hehehe so just imagine that because i still have no idea how to add a collage of pictures here)

Tara was walking back and forth the apartment while waiting for you to pick her up. She had suggested on going to yours instead but you insisted on picking her up for some reason. Sam was just observing her sister roaming around the living room, amused by her antics. She was picking her fingernails and fixing her hair every 15 seconds. It was 3.45 p.m and you were supposed to be here at least 15 minutes ago. Her mind was going through a ridiculous amount of scenarios as fast as the speed of light at this point. Did you suddenly decide to ditch her or realised that she wasn’t good enough for you? 

“Tara, relax. You’re freaking out so much- I can see your brain working overtime,” Sam simply stated, laying on the couch while rewatching Modern Family for the fifth time. Just as Tara wanted to give a snarky remark, she heard the doorbell rang. If she was wearing a heart rate monitor, she was sure it would give her a warning about her sudden heightened heart rate, assuming she was getting a heart attack. She looked at herself once again and fixed her hair after the 55th time before opening the door.

There you were. Looking all cute and flustered while holding a bouquet of flowers and a posy on one hand while balancing two motorcycle helmets on the other. While she appreciated and blushed and the gesture, she can’t seem the ignore the fact that the bouquet and posy is a little… lopsided.

“Hey, I’m sorry I’m late. I went to buy this for you but it’s a little harder when you’re riding while holding it, which explains the snapped stem for one of them…Oh! And I bought a small one for Sam, if she doesn’t mind, of course.” You explained with a little blush from the awkwardness. “How embarrassing, this is your first date and you’ve already messed up. Nice one, Y/N.” You thought, mentally slapping yourself for forgetting that it’s nearly impossible to hold a bouquet of flowers while riding and not mess it up. While you were having your own crisis, Tara was in her own head too.

“Seriously? Is there even a flaw flowing in their bones? ” Tara pondered internally while struggling to put out actual words, holding onto both the bouquet and posy, when Sam came to rescue after hearing the painfully awkward one-sided conversation.

“Wow, nice job, Y/N. A liiitttle crushed, but I like the effort. You’re own my good side, for now. Just make sure you bring her home by 9..or I’ll hunt you down.” Sam stated sarcastically, enjoying how you squirmed after her statement. She’ll never tell you this, but she appreciated the gesture and the thought of buying her a small bouquet. The few people Tara had tried dating has never thought of that, so she really meant it when she said you’d “earned a point”. She was impressed surprisingly, and it was hard to impress THE Sam Carpenter.

“Y-Yes ma’am” You replied with faux confidence, even though both the sisters could tell you were intimidated, rightfully so. Tara rolled her eyes at her sister’s statement and dragged you out of the apartment, after placing her flowers nicely by the table beside the entrance, of course.

“I’m sorry about Sam, she can be a bit.. Much.”

“Don’t worry about it, I have to admit I almost peed my pants though.” You joked, trying to ease the tension so thick that you could cut it with a knife. Your attempt was successful when Tara giggled effortlessly, while staring at you with those big doe eyes.

-

The engine roared beneath them, vibrating through Tara’s body as she clung to Y/N’s back. The cool evening air brushed against her face, the city lights streaking by in a blur. The smell of gasoline and fresh rain mixed with the earthy scent of Y/N’s jacket, and Tara could feel her pulse racing in time with the bike’s engine.

Tara knew she would be your ‘backpack’ as you informed her about riding your bike for the date a few days prior. That doesn’t mean she didn’t freak out when you went up a needle on your speedometer though. She was hugging you so tightly around your waist, it could almost suffocate you. You said you didn’t mind it though, and Tara took every opportunity to hug you tighter, and shamelessly run her hands from your back to your shoulders, caressing and admiring the flexed muscles from handling the two-wheeled vehicle every chance she had, enjoying your warmth that contrasted with the chilly weather.

 Her heart was pounding as she felt the warmth of Y/N's back against her chest, the gentle hum of the motorcycle beneath them. She noticed how her grip tightened instinctively, wanting to hold on to something solid as her thoughts swirled in a mess. “Is this real? Is this really happening?"

After finding a parking spot near the theaters, you helped Tara with getting off your bike seeing as she couldn’t even reach the floor if she wanted to. You assisted with taking her helmet off and fixing her hair, pushing her messy bangs away and tucking it behind her ears absenmindedly without her needing to ask for help. Tara wanted to take you right then and there. “Who cares if it’s public indecency? Both of us are hot.” Tara thought. She had never met a more thoughtful and respectful person before she laid her eyes on you; You really knew how to please a girl. 

-

You proceeded to lead her to the entrance of the theatre, which was filled with people that was keen on watching the premier of The Terrifier 3. Tara was buzzing with excitement, practically hopping up and down and effortlessly having a conversation with you after easing her nerves, while waiting on your turns to get some snacks and get seated.

The film was amazing. It was almost concerning with how Tara didn’t even bat an eyelid during the more gory scenes, but you were glad she enjoyed it. You mentally gave yourself a pat on the back after successfully making her glee and rambling about the film afterwards. You both decided to walk to the restaurant you were having dinner at, since it was only a few blocks away. You couldn’t ignore the fact that both your and Tara’s hands kept brushing against each other. You finally made the courage to hold her hands while she was still rambling about the show, your heart leaped when she interlocked your fingers together and continued talking, not commenting on the sudden act of affection.

Meanwhile, Tara was so damn glad you made the move first because she was overthinking too much to make the first move. She tried to act as nonchalant as possible, making it seem like your  gesture didn’t really affect her even though she had her heart in her mouth. When you both arrived at the restaurant, you had to wait for a while to be assigned a table. She finally made the courage to let go of your hands and to hold onto your ridiculously toned biceps, running her hands up and down your arm. She was tracing her fingers on the outline of your tattoo, making you shiver.

“You never told me this, but what’s the meaning behind your tattoo? I mean- It’s fine if it’s personal and you don’t wanna talk about it, though!” Tara stated with a slight panic in her voice. The last thing she wanted to do was make you feel uncomfortable and share something so intimate to you. You found it cute that she was trying to be mindful and considerate.

Tara was tracing your tattoo, which was full of different designs, mainly two dragons being intertwined and a date underneath it. “It’s fine- I don’t mind, really. It symbolizes the Chinese zodiac calendar. My mum and dad was born in the year of the dragon. I initially didn’t think of having a tattoo, but I considered it to honor them. They died a few years ago from a car crash, which explains the date beneath it.” You explained your tattoo in detail, including all the different strokes and lines on your hands. 

Tara wanted to cradle your head and hold you tightly, hiding you away from society after hearing that your parents are gone. It must’ve been tough handling life alone in your twenties. “At least I had Sam,” Tara thought. She gave you her condolences and you took her hand and kissed it, specifically where her scar is, before shrugging it off with a smile, not wanting to ruin the mood of the date. 

-

Dinner went by quickly, with Tara having a glass of wine (not you though, you knew you had the responsibility to send her home and you didn’t want Sam to kill you either) and getting to know each other more. Tara’s indication of having too much to drink is that she often hiccups, and that’s when you knew you had to pay the bill and send her home. On your way back to your bike, you and Tara were giggling and she kept trying to squeeze your face cheeks together, with your hand swatting her away. You decided to make a pitstop at a small bodega and buy a bottled water for Tara, attempting to sober her up, knowing she can’t ride on the bike being that drunk. You slowed your pace, allowing Tara to recover while interlocking your hands. She was effortlessly flirting with you, probably from the liquid courage she was sobering up from.

You finally reached your bike, with having an intention of helping Tara putting on her helmet when she hugged you, her arms wrapping around your neck and leaning her chin against your chest, staring at you. “I really, really like you y’know. Like, like-like you.” She stated, staring at you with her brown doe eyes that resembled a deer. 

Tara’s heart skipped again, but this time, it wasn’t from nerves. It was from a sudden realization—this was different. She hadn’t felt this kind of pull in a long time. And maybe—maybe—she wasn’t just hoping Y/N would kiss her. Maybe she was ready for it. And when the moment came, she wasn’t going to hold back. You softly chuckled, your cheeks tinting slightly at her sudden confession. “I’m glad you like me Tara. I really, really like you too,” you reciprocated and hugged her waist, embracing the intimate moment. Both of you leaned in, nose touching each other before you decided to lean away; Making Tara whine and roll her eyes. 

You really wanted to kiss her, but you didn’t want it to be in a random street where some creeps can be watching you both kiss for their own entertainment. Tara huffed in frustration and wore her (your) helmet, stubbornly trying to get on the bike without needing you assistance (she needed it, she was practically falling off that damn bike if it wasn’t for you). You softly chuckled at her act before wearing yours and turned on the bike, the engine growling. Throughout the ride, you knew Tara was still upset at you since she held her hands on your shoulders instead of your waist. 

After reaching her block, you followed her up to her apartment, making sure that she’s safe. Tara was being grumpy, having her arms crossed which prevented you to hold her hand. After reaching her apartment, she went to open the door, trying to enter before you had to chance to talk to her. “Tara- wait, give me a mi-“ 

“I don’t get you, Y/N. First you bring me out to this date, held my hands and now you don’t want to kiss me? Are you serious-“ Tara’s blabber was disrupted when you grabbed her by her cheeks and leaned in for a kiss, lips colliding. 

Tara melted in your hands like putty and wrapped her arms around your neck, pulling you in and craning your neck, trapping you in her spell. You could taste her cherry lip gloss, secretly hoping that you get to kiss her more often to get accustomed to the taste. She lets out little sighs in between the kisses to take a breath, before pulling you in again for more. You bit her lip which made her gasp, having the opportunity to slip your tongue in, making her moan and kiss you fiercely and fight with you tongue to tongue.

You pulled away gently, making her whine at the sudden end of the passionate makeup. You gave her tiny pecks and chaste kisses which made her giggle before you pulled away. “I’m sorry I made you feel that way, Tara. I just wanted it to be private, I can’t let the creeps down the street see me kissing the girl I like,” You confessed, blushing heavily now that Tara’s attention is all on you. 

“Aw, you sap. I don’t mind letting them watch, at least they know you’re all mine now.” You gave another kiss, when the door opened abruptly.

“Well, well, well, look who’s grinning like a cat that got the cream.” Sam smirks, glancing between Tara and Y/N, making both blush out of embarrassment.

“So, did you two finally make it official, or am I gonna need to take out the old shower and have a little chit chat with Y/N? I know you have no problem with public declaration of ownership.” She gives Tara a teasing look, knowing full well that her sister’s not shy when it comes to flirting. “Shut up, Sam. I’m fine.” She rolls her eyes but it’s clear that she’s still caught up in the moment.

Sam shrugs dramatically, leaning closer to Y/N, lowering her voice with mock seriousness.

“You better keep your hands to yourself, or I will find out where you live, and I’ll have a serious talk with you. That’s your warning.” She threatens, almost breaking character but keeping it cool.

Y/N, clearly caught off guard but managing a nervous chuckle, nods quickly. “Yes ma’am. I’ll take good care of her, I swear.” They look at Tara, a little embarrassed, but there’s warmth in their eyes. They’re obviously not intimidated, but they know enough to respect Sam’s warning.

“Good answer, Y/N. Good answer.” She flashes a grin, pretending to be serious before stepping back from the door. ”And for the record, I’m definitely expecting a full play-by-play tomorrow, Tara. I’ve got all kinds of questions…”

Tara shakes her head, but there’s no hiding the smile on her face now. She turns back to Y/N, giving them a peck before slipping back inside her apartment with a soft click.

[lwh-writing]

Skulker's Boring Hunt

“And now that we have located the proper biome, we are able to safely release the beast back into the wild.”

Skulker opens the cage door and turns the camera so that the virtual audience can watch as the peryton returns to the wilderness of the Ghost Zone, all the while silently bemoaning how he got here.

Ever since the existence of ghosts had become public knowledge, the Whelp had been determined to improve relations with humans. Part of that outreach effort included a handful of ghosts selected to begin ‘virtual relations’ through a process called ‘streaming’ and ‘vlogging’ so that they could ‘show the world that they weren't that different from everybody else.’

Skulker, honestly, couldn't give less of a damn about humans and what they thought of his kind. The only reason (and he very much means only reason) he had put his name on the volunteer list was for the easy access to the Living Realm and the new variety of hunts.

The Whelp, though, had put stipulations on Skulker’s ticket out of the Ghost Zone. Firstly, if he ever hunted in the Infinite Realms, he had to document and explain the animals he hunted so as to provide ‘educational value to his viewers’ or other such nonsense. Secondly, if any dangerous (non-sapient) ecto-animal was loose in the Living Realm, Skulker had to drop everything and stop its rampage. And last, and certainly least, Skulker couldn't kill anything.

Skulker had tried to reason his way out of that one, claiming that it contradicted his Obsession. The Whelp had tried to reason right back, claiming that he could still feed his Thrill of the Hunt without slaughtering something on live air. They had settled on a compromise: Skulker would run a poll with his viewers, and they would decide whether he gained a new pelt or not.

The fickle humans had, to date, always voted for catch and release.

“As this week's hunt has now concluded, it is time to decide what or who I will be hunting next week. The polls are now open.”

Skulker scrolled through his Fenton-Foley-Phone as he let his puny audience make their decisions. Ember had posted a recent picture of a restaurant in Barcelona, the latest city on her grand tour. Skulker gave it a like and looked back at the now concluding poll, a little surprised at the results.

Of the ten options given by his chat and selected by his moderators, there were a few picks that were always nominated but never won. It seemed his viewers desperately wanted to see him take on a dragon, a gorgon, a vampire, and some human named Lex Luthor. This week was no different, as all four of those options were just barely beaten by a new entry to the lineup.

“It appears that next week I will be hunting the Joker.”

Immediately, the chat exploded into chaos.

wonder_womanSIMP: pog

StardustSinger: skulker vigilante arc?? 👀

Penglow: RIP watch out for the Batman!

rock-mayo: RIGGED

golfAceVendetta: pog

OpperantParrot: LETS FUCKING GO!!!!

the_general_plum: :D

carbon-ham: D:

LizardSquid: E

egg_composition: gotham is going to chew you up and spit you out lmao

OtterCat: D:

“And once again, it’s time to decide my prey’s fate. Type one to vote kill, type two to vote spare. Voting is now open.”

That prompted another flood of responses, and Skulker returned to his phone, scowling a bit at his girlfriend’s posts. He was happy for Ember, of course he was. She was fulfilling her dream and chasing her Obsession, how could he be anything but ecstatic and proud of her success? He just missed her, though he would never admit it aloud.

Hm. Perhaps he could do a little solo hunting and send her a new pelt. Something to remind her of the Ghost Zone while she was away.

The timer went off, and Skulker dejectedly checked the results of the poll, only to do a quick double-take before smiling sharply at the results.

“Results are in. It seems this week I will be hunting, and killing, the Joker.”

The chat exploded with excitement right before Skulker started saying his outro and mentally mapping out his hunt in the coming week, unaware that at that very moment, a complication had arisen in his plan.

TheBloodSon: It appears that this may be a problem.

[marilynthornhilllover]

{ Camera Lens }

Misty Quigley x Fem!Reader

Warning:SMUT, minors DNI, fingering, foreplay, sucking of breast, body worshipping, use of honey, use of ice, slight cunnilingus, praise kink, squirting, video recording, semi public sex.

Synopsis: Ever since misty found an old but fairly new camera in the shed she’s been obsessed with capturing long lasting memories on it……

A/n: honestly not my best work I was not in the mood when writing but the lack of misty fics on here is diabolical……

Ever since the plan crash, everyone has been trying to find something that resonates with them, something that brings peace and not add to the chaos that we were all already experiencing. It was kinda pretty fun actually, like we all pretty much had hobbies now. Taissa and van would go hunting, Jackie and Shauna could still try to do their girly stuff while Natalie Travis would go about doing their own weird science shit, or they would try to but sometimes they’d go haunting too. The other girls had their other stuff going.

Lottie on the other hand…… she was just in her own world. But if needed she had her own role that she often played very well. Everyone was teamed, grouped or coupled up. Except for you and misty. They all thought that misty was the weird one…. You know the so called ‘psychopath’ that wanted to poison or kill everyone. So no one really hanged out with her, or allowed her to join their group so it was just you and her.

After some time you all lost count of how many days you’ve been stranded. Everyone had different numbers but everyone was still close to a year, so that’s all the information you had pertaining to day counts. It was like being caged in a room with nothing to do, or rather caged in a world, you see the same damn people everyday. Eat the same thing everyday— sometimes nothing at all.

It was the worst. When misty found an old camera in the shed of the old cabin you guys were living in she was over the moon happy. She’d make vlogs, take pictures, record little nature talks. And sometimes when a week had passed she’d neatly arrange the videos properly and set it up on the old projector and have little movie nights. It wasn’t the clearest or the loudest, the audio was messed up a bit but at least everyone had something to keep them entertained— sane rather.

The more time passed the more you started to catch feelings for misty. She wasn’t so bad after all, she was kind, smart, funny— sometimes. She was very protective of you, on some concerning levels but you didn’t mind. And she’d rant to you all the time about random shit that you strangely found quite interesting, maybe it’s because you were cut off from civilization but at least it kept you occupied.

The two of you would get rather close and touchy but tried to keep it on the low so the others won’t notice. When they were all asleep she’d slip her hand in your underwear and touch you, or when they went out haunting the both of you would take turns eating eachother out and doing all the naked sexual activities imaginable.

Today was hot……. Too hot to bare. The heat didn’t exactly bother the others but it did for you. So you decided to change into your swim suit and head down to the lake. But obviously misty wouldn’t let you go alone. On her note ‘ there could be wild animals waiting to ravish you’ she wasn’t wrong, on the way you both had to take different routes due to bears and other wild animals but you had finally made it down to the lake in one piece.

“ it’s so hot, I’m gonna take off my clothes” you didn’t even wait for misty to reply before you dashed off into the water. You floated for a while before you decided to take a dip completely. After you cooled off you decided to go back up to the shore and get your towel. But you should have noticed the way misty was looking at you and the camera in her hand. As soon as you were reaching for your towel you saw a flash go off.

Turning to look at her surprised you realized what she did.

“ misty…. Did you just take a picture of me?” When she didn’t reply you tried to take her camera but she wasn’t swift and quickly pulled it away, you hurriedly rapped your towel around your wet dripping body before you tackled her to the ground. You both fought against eachother for a while before misty flipped your body over, caging you in with her thighs of either side of your waist before pinning both your arms above your head.

“ misty i’m serious! Delete it” you couldn’t fight against her anymore, she was far more stronger than you and plus you were tired and it was way to hot to be playing these type of scandalous games. You were not having any of it. She chucked softly when she saw your pout and frustrated sigh. She released your hands before leaning over and sitting up the camera against a stone, carefully positioning it to directly face the both of you.

The reached inside of her bag and pulled out a small bottle of honey and a zip lock bag with ice. You were completely confused and concerned, is she gonna eat you. She saw the slight panic on your face and instantly leaned down and captured her lips with yours. The kiss was slow and reassuring. Like she was telling you to relax. The heat of your body and hers mixed together was already driving you insane.

And her body on you who was half naked had you squirming as your head began to spin. Misty broke the kiss and began moving her hands up and down your sides, gently squeezing and scratching her nails against the soft flesh causing you to shiver and move away slightly. She carefully undid the knot from your towel and unfolded it. She paused for a moment as she looked at your breast. So round and full, your nipples were stiff and stood upright before her, as tiny droplets of sweat passed through the valley inbetween your breast.

“ god you have the nicest tits I’ve ever seen” you watched as her eyes light up like a little child on Christmas as she slowly started to massage your breast. A soft moan escaped you as she continued before her actions came to a halt. She leaned over and opened the bottle of honey before pouring a huge amount onto your breast and chest.

“ Misty what if someone comes down here and sees us” you whisper as your scrutinized the area around you, especially the trees, they were said to have eyes. The wilderness sees everything.

“ let them baby, if i wanna have you then i shall have you” with that she took one of your nipple into her mouth, moaning at the sweet taste of the honey. Your chest arched slightly up towards her when she bagan sucking furiously on the small bud, carefully swirling her tongue around it before continuing her pulls and twist. After all the honey was gone she repeated the same process on the other one.

Releasing your left breast with a pop, saliva still connecting her lips to your bud she pulls away and decides to make her way down your body. Leaving hot trials of kisses on your stomach and sides as she spreads your thighs open, her eyes snaps up towards you when she sees the mess you’ve made for her already.

“ such a pretty pussy, and she’s all mine” her voice was husked and stern, possessive even. But she was right, no one has ever made you cum on their fingers the way Misty has, you’ve only ever screamed her name, only she has ever fucked you senseless. And God did you love it.

“ such a good girl, gonna let me play with your pussy baby?” She asks and you nod gasping when you feel her fingers drag against your folds, she swirls all the slick onto her two digits before unexpectedly pushing them into you. You moan her name sweetly as your hand flew to hold her wrist in place, she doesn’t move, she allows your cunt to adjust to the stretch, feeling as your walls swell open to accommodate her fingers in you.

Your eyes roll back when she starts easing her fingers out before gently thrusting them back in. She raises one leg and places it on her shoulder as she continues thrusting in you.

“ misty please—FUCK” your hand immediately goes to cover your mouth when you feel her curl her digits deep within you as she quickens her pace. You eagerly spread your other leg a little wider allowing her to go deeper within your cunt. Her fingers hit just the right spot as your spongy walls hold into her fingers, clenching down on them tightly . Misty leans down and kisses your jaw and neck area as she evens her pace.

Your back arches even more as your eyes roll back. Your toes curl as you hold onto her hair for dear life. Your breathing becomes deranged, mind fuzzy as you begin to completely lose yourself in the feeling of euphoria.

“ please please please” you didn’t even know what you were begging for, but it just felt so fucking good, you needed her to fuck your brains out, you wished she had a cock, to make you cum over and over again then fill you up, breed you and make you have her baby. God you’d love that. To carry her baby. Be called her slut.

You were rolling your hips and meeting her thrust and all that could be heard was the filthy sound of your juices soaking her hand as she fucked you raw and knuckles deep. You were her whore and you were proud of it.

“ that’s it baby, take it, you wanna cum? Wanna cum on my fingers and make me proud?” At this point you couldn’t hear anything, you were too much in the haze of it. You were completely gone, to another world, all you could feel and comprehend was how good she was making you feel right now and you didn’t want it to stop.

“ FUCK—shit! Misty I’m gonna cum! Gonna pee—“ before you could warn her your orgasm hits you twice as hard as it usually does you and feel yourself release something that feels way more liquefied than normal. Oh You definitely squirted. You completely crashed. Your body shivered and shook violently as she continued fucking her fingers in your cunt feeling all your juice soak her entire hand. She pulls out her fingers and brings her hand up to your mouth.

“ clean my hand bitch” you obey her orders and take each finger into your mouth one by one as you sucked each of them clean. After she peppers your face with kisses before she snakes her way down back towards your cunt. Watching your thighs tremble uncontrollably she still pushes them part and licks around your labia. Your hand grabbed her hair making a make shift ponytail as you sat up to look at her.

“ baby please, no more” Misty shakes her head and moves to your clit, licking and sucking around the small bud, your head falls back slightly as a pornograhpic moan escapes your throat. That’s when you feel a sharp coldness on your lower abdomen and looking down you seen that she placed an ice cube on your tummy, gently swirling it around. Soon pressure starts to build up within you and just when you’re about to cum misty places the ice on your clit , pushing you over the edge. She holds your hand as you ride out your orgasm before placing another ice cube inside your cunt.

You whine before she hushes you as she gently pulls your panties up your thighs for you.

“ get dressed and let’s head back, it’s getting dark” you gulp and nod at her suggestion, getting up quickly you grabbed your stuff and quickly threw on the pair of shorts and the tee shirt that you had brought. Misty takes up her camera and quickly runs through the video, smiling at her work of art….. that was made for only her eyes to see.

[shallowseeker]

I know, I know. It's so sweet that Sam and Mary grew closer in s14. But it's a little unintentionally funny that Sam is so jealous of Mary "calling Dean for everything" in the Mia Vallens scene. (13x04)

SAM: Yeah, but at least you had a relationship with Mom. I mean, who would she always call? Who did she look to for everything? DEAN (shutting down): Okay. SAM: You had something with her I never had! And now I’m just supposed to accept that I never will have it?

Oh, Sam. I bet internally he was losing his mind when Dean played Words with Friends with Mary in s12. EDIT: I added pictures and OH MY GOD HE WAS SEETHING WITH JEALOUSY

LOOK AT HIM

Also, look how funny Dean and Mary's words are. I see LURIFEC (Lucifer) on the bottom, and I bet they both would laugh at that.

....

No one tell Sam she also apparently called Cas for cases or he'll lose his mind (14x18).

Mary: Maybe a little. I haven't been back that long. Angels are real. Angels are friends. Angels can heal you with a wave of a glowy hand. I -- It's all pretty new still. We should get back. Boys will be waiting. Castiel: I know you know this, Mary, but, um, Sam and Dean -- they're -- they're glad to have you back. Whatever you still have to deal with and however long it takes, you should know they're happy.

When she meets Cas, she pretty early-on pings Cas as a confidante, sharing her fears and insecurities. When she asks him about belonging, he's candid with her, which catches her a little off-guard, but she responds well to the honestly. It's comforting.

Eventually, of course, she'll lean TOO hard on him mid-s12, in the midst of her mini-crisis, where she starts to look elsewhere for support. It's because of the mutual honesty, though, that she hurls her real feelings at Cas.

///

(And apparently calling him for cases even in the very beginning, when she was a little afraid of him!)

Aside/// Mary is too afraid to let Cas heal her at this point, but she absolutely went on a hunt with him (vampires), is willing to hop over to his truck for bandages and a (surprise?) candy bar he'd maybe (?) stashed there (she seems surprised at the taste, so she either bought it on a whim, or it's a Cas-provision).

Cas's communication style, as we see here, is very direct. Something Mary responds to (for that matter, so does Dean typically, and so does Jack).

A little wry, smiling, and caught off-guard, Mary responds in kind: with honesty.

///

She bonds with Dean over food, music, Words with Friends, and they remain close DESPITE THEIR HUGE BLOWUP. This is a little analogous to how Jack remains close to Dean despite their frequent falling-outs. In part, this is due to their mutual emotional honestly, no matter how ugly!

///

In s14, Sam bonds with Mary through other people. He bonds with her over AU Bobby, and over his anxiety re: parenting Jack.

On some level, I think Sam is aware of his difficulty connecting to other people, and this frustration definitely comes out with Mary.

[urautismdiagnosis-wistie]

Hi i am new here did you have nay head canons for little kwazii and calico jack interactions because i really need some cj and kwazii time

(Loved your head canons and i will going to read about the au after that)

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I HAVE MANY THOUGHTS ON MY DARLING ORANGE CATS :> ( feel free to share ur thoughts in comments <3)

First off I just wanna say that they are KINDRED SPIRITS

Canonically cj (calico jack) is extremely patient,understanding, and gentle with kwazii. Hes extremely generous, even giving his own golden treasures to decorator crabs who needed them for protection, with little hardship. The treasures he cared most about was literally KWAZIIS BABY PICTURE BOOK-

Even when kwazii was so little and Itty bitty that he couldn't talk he still gravitated towards his grandad!he was huge and giant and let kwazii climb all over him even when his tiny claws dug into him!

More under the cut, they make me want to cry

He had a big hat and pete the parrot was his best friend!!! And once when kwazii was little and he was collecting treasure for him momma (shells and sea glass <3) a HUGGGEEE SNAKE MONSTER tried to eat him! But CJ saved him!!! Cj saved him and laughed kindly to the snake before setting it off with a stern warning. He wasn't even in big trouble either, he just got some tips, some candy, and was made to promise to always be care and use his ears.

He felt safe.

Cj was always there to listen to his yapping and yammering and genuinely care and use it as opportunities to teach him lessons and about the world. He really did help him appreciate the smallest details of the world and how to be gentle with the world and all of its creatures.

Cj also had a tradition with all kittens and kiddos he knew, and that was treasure hunting 🗣 during it, bot only would he spend time with the lil ones one on one, but he'd also teach them survival and tracking skills!!! Definitely was very useful to kwazii

About how cj saw kwazii though? Oh kwazii was a spark of life itself-

Kwazii adored calico jack. Kwazii wanted to show him everything! Kwazii was so little yet he seemed to care and and takeevery little lesson cj tried to share so seriously!!! He'd worry if his own shadow was lonely and he's tried to make sure the sea birds on the ship knew they were welcome to play swords with him too. Of course those sentiments and ideas weren't exactly plausible, but it was the heart behind them.

Honestly? It reminded him of maddie in a way. How fiercely in love she was with her people. But kwazii took it even further since it seemed like he was in love with every single aspect of the entire world. And he just kept growing day by day too.

They just understood eachother in a very special way, and they made eachother even more alive.

Cj was known as a more free spirit, often doing his own treasure hunts on his lonesome. There were some times where he took kwazii along, but for longer trips kwazii had to stay with the rest of their family. But cj understood kwaziis need for exploration and freedom, the same kind that a bird feelings and needs when it takes off to fly. And kwazii knew cj understood too.

Cj also always made kwazii laugh too

[b1mb0bunny]

i cant stop thinking about him

wc: 500ish fluffy baby-fever induced word vomit

girl dad!otoya who's also a single dad because while i can see him having a daughter, i can't imagine this guy married

girl dad!otoya who'd never even imagine being a dad, yet here he is holding a tiny bundle of joy that looks like him

girl dad!otoya who struggles through putting together the crib, having to reassemble the thing a few times and there's still a few screws left over when he's finished

girl dad!otoya whose search history is now full of "how to change diapers" and "why won't baby stop crying at 3a.m."

girl dad!otoya who wonders how something so tiny can make such a huge mess whenever bath time rolls around and he ends up covered in bath bubbles

girl dad!otoya who has to learn how to deal with his little angel's tantrums, trying to figure out if she's teething, hungry, sleepy or just wants her toy

girl dad!otoya who learns he likes doing his little angel's hair, tying her hair up in cute pigtails, even if they end up a bit crooked

girl dad!otoya who'd honestly be a mess at first, but once he settles into the role he's happily showing off his little angel to his friends

girl dad!otoya who introduces his little angel first and foremost to karasu, he's now uncle karasu whether he likes it or not

girl dad!otoya whose bachelor pad becomes a playground for his little angel, walls now covered in paint and crayons and toys scattered wherever

girl dad!otoya who learns how to braid hair to help his little angel look pretty for her first day

girl dad!otoya who realises he has a whole new demographic he can tap into when a mom flirts with him while hes picking his daughter up from daycare

girl dad!otoya who still keeps finding glitter everywhere after his daughter discovered arts and crafts

girl dad!otoya who excitedly praises his daughter whenever she shows off her drawings to him, all of them getting pinned onto the fridge

girl dad!otoya who panics when his little angel first gets a fever, immediately ringing up karasu for help and taking the next few days off to deal with his sick angel

girl dad!otoya who dresses his little angel up in the cutest clothes and accessories, sometimes even matching his outfit with hers

girl dad!otoya who likes to take pictures of every adorable moment of his little angel's life

girl dad!otoya who has an album in his gallery dedicated to moments with his little angel, ready to be shown off at any given moment

girl dad!otoya who likes bringing his little angel on errands, making simple grocery runs into fun treasure hunts

girl dad!otoya who keeps a stash of snacks in his bag to bribe his little angel with whenever she gets fussy

girl dad!otoya who bluescreens when his little angel says she has a "boyfriend" while he picks her from daycare and he briefly wonders if this is karma for his previous lifestyle, the relief he feels when she says it's the boy who shares his toys with her and sits next to her during circle time

girl dad!otoya who likes to bring his little angel to games, saying she's his good luck charm and making sure she has front row seats (her sitter too ig)

just girl dad!otoya

im going insane someone help me

[jishyucks]

Desk Deliveries — ljn

‣ pairing: lee jeno x reader

‣ genre: fluff, implied f2l/coworkers-to-lovers, secret admirer au, office!au

‣ wc: 5.6k

‣ summary: When gifts start appearing on your work desk on December 1st, you have no choice but to hunt down the man who’s been planting them. And with only 7 men on the floor, this shouldn’t be difficult… Right?

‣ warnings: nothing really?, cliche-ish ending, a lot of dialogue (I gotta get this story goingggg)

‣ an: jeno’s wooooo, honestly easier to write than I thought but it’s wayyyy longer than I wanted it to be (I keep underestimating? myself), I just hope it’s up to my own standards lmaooo, but hopefully u guys enjoy!

Series Masterlist

DECEMBER 1

Desk Delivery!

Starting today, consider your desk a treasure trove of surprises.

‘Tis the season of giving, after all, and your radiant presence in the office deserves to be celebrated.

Each gift is carefully chosen, a small reflection of the little things I love about you. I hope they bring a smile to your face and add a sprinkle of magic to your December days.

Stay curious, 

Your Secret Admirer (or would Secret Santa fit the season?)

You almost laugh out loud, blinking at the note sitting on your desk. This must be a joke, right? 

“What is that?” Karina digs her chin into your shoulder, reading the note from behind you.

“Some joke,” you reply, letting her pluck the card from your fingertips. 

She pouts, “But it’s cute!”

“I didn’t say it wasn’t,” you counter, taking the card back.

“I just don’t believe it’s real.”

DECEMBER 3

Today, you arrive at the office greeted with a small, neatly wrapped cube on your desk and you’re beginning to think that the message you were given on the 1st wasn’t a joke and that, whoever it was, was being serious.

You glance around the office to see if any of your coworkers were present, but you seemed to be the first one there. Your brows furrow, carefully sliding the box toward you before ripping the wrapping paper. 

You use your office scissors to slice the tape open, and then once you are sure you can open the box to see what was in it, you take a deep breath in. You push the box away from you so it’s at arm’s length, afraid that something was going to pop out when you lift the flaps open. Counting to three in your head, you ready your fingers to lift the covers after the third count.

Fully expecting there to be fake snakes of some sort, you were met with nothing (thankfully). You pull the box back and peek in to find a mug and a card. Your brows furrow, pulling the card out first. 

I know how much you love that mug of yours, Y/N…

But it’s time to retire that broken one.

Got you a new one. Hope you like it! 

Your Secret Admirer 

You can’t help but giggle at the tone of the writer, placing the card down before going for the mug. You’ve been teased maybe once or twice for using a mug with no handle, mostly because you’ve been complaining about how the edges of the glass edges left behind by the absent handles had been poking at your palm.

Carefully, you fish the cup out of the box, making sure you won’t drop and shatter the present before you can even use it, and you use your other hand to pull the box off. And when you finally get a good look at the mug, you laugh out loud, bringing it up to eye level to get a good look at it. 

It was the exact same mug you already have been using, the only difference was that this one actually had a handle.

You were so caught up in your present that you didn't notice Karina approaching you, “Morning, smiley face.”

“Huh?” you blink at her, confused.

“I would take a picture of you right now, but I’m too lazy,” she huffs, “But you’re smiling like a child on Christmas Day.” Karina blatantly points at your face, “Who’s got you smiling like that?”

You shrug but gesture to the card and the mug, “I don’t think that first one was a joke…”

DECEMBER 4

“Hey! Hey, Y/N!” 

You hear someone call your name, but you don’t actually hear it. It was sort of like background noise to your thoughts, entering one ear and leaving the other. 

“Y/N! Hey!” 

Then, you feel something rough hit the side of your face and you realize that Karina was peeking over the wall of her cubicle and into yours.

“What the fuck do you want!” you whisper. You pick up the balled-up scrap paper she had thrown before throwing it back to her, “I’m trying to work!” 

She dodges the ball with ease, head briefly disappearing then reappearing, “Do you have any candidates for who your secret admirer could be?” 

Karina was speaking a little bit too loud for your liking, so you gestured for her to come closer. She doesn’t hesitate to leave her workspace to enter yours, sitting down on an empty spot on your desk, “So? Candidates?”

You shake your head, “Barely. I was only able to pick out that the writing is a guy’s writing because the girls have neat writing… Other than that, I have nothing.” 

The two letters sitting on your desk were your only explicit clues. Then, you had the thing with the mug, but everyone knew of your broken mug. So really, it was just the handwriting that you had as insight. 

“Okay, so it’s a guy…” Karina hums. She stretches her neck to glance around the office, “And there’s only like… seven? It wouldn’t be difficult to eliminate some of them.” She picks up your two cards to examine the cards. You can see her eyes move back and forth between the letters, pressing her lips into a thin line. “It’s not Renjun.” 

“Huh? How do you know that?” 

“He handwrites,” Karina states, “Like straight-up longhand writing. So it’s not him.” 

“How do you know he’s not just changing up his writing so it’s not obvious?” you narrow your eyes. 

Karina laughs, “Okay, you have a point, but let’s just say that he’s out temporarily, to make it easier on us. In the case that everyone else is out, then it’s Renjun.” 

You don’t notice the way your face scrunches up, your facial features pushing in toward your nose. 

“Hey, what’s with the face?” Karina’s head tilts to the side. It takes a beat and a half before she realizes, “Wait, you don’t want it to be Renjun, do you?” 

You don’t answer, mostly because you didn’t want to outright say that you didn’t want Renjun to be your admirer—no offense to him. Renjun was a great guy, but he wasn’t someone who you saw yourself being with. And if you were to actually build a relationship with this person, you didn’t want it to be Renjun. 

An all-knowing smirk appears on Karina’s face, “Then who do you want it to be?” 

You want to throw a punch at Karina’s knee, but you remember you are still in the workplace and you need to keep it (at least a little bit) professional. “Fuck you, you already know the answer to that.” 

Jeno, Karina thinks.

“Of course you want it to be him,” Karina puts the cards back down, “I should have known. You’re down bad for that man.” 

Karina wasn’t wrong. You and Jeno go way back to your internship days, and your (hopeless) crush on him has been there since then. 

“Down bad for who?” 

From seemingly out of nowhere, Chenle appears at the corner of your cubicle, leaning against it as he takes a sip of his coffee. And of course, wherever Chenle was, Jisung followed, standing right next to the former. 

“Uh, that-that one actor!” you lie in a panic, “From that one show!”

“You suck at lying,” Chenle snorts, “You could have at least named someone. It could have been Nam Joohyuk for all I care.” 

“It’s not you guys if that’s what you’re thinking,” Karina snickers, “Sorry, boys.” 

Jisung and Chenle burst out laughing, almost comically in sync. They even threw in a high-five, though it was out of habit. “No offense, Y/N, but I don’t see you in that light.” Chenle is practically in tears. 

“No offense, Chenle, but I don’t either,” you reply, “Now can you guys please leave my space or I’m reporting you guys to Taeyong.” And that sends them away because it wasn’t the first time they’ve been reported.

“Okay so we can scratch those two off the list,” Karina concludes. 

And you nod. 

So far, so good. This should be easy.

DECEMBER 8

Okay, it wasn’t as easy as you thought. 

All your interactions with the other guys were normal. None of them seemed suspicious enough for you to star, nor did any of them do anything that ruled themselves off your list, and you had to admit, it was frustrating. 

Of all the boys, the most suspicious was Jaemin, who snickered every time he passed your desk. But when you mentioned this to Karina, Karina pointed out that Jaemin was like that in general, always up to his own shenanigans like Donghyuck was. 

“That or he knows something,” Karina thinks, “We should ask him.” 

It was nearing the end of the day and you and Karina were sitting at one of the open tables by the floor’s wall of windows, mugs in hand while you carefully eyed the boys of the department. 

Karina’s about to walk up to Jaemin when you stop her, pinching her blouse to keep her from leaving, “I don’t think Jaemin’s stupid enough to spill anything if we ask. We have to make it subtle.” 

“Subtle, how?” 

You shrug, “Just subtle.”

“Subtle, how?” Karina repeats. 

You want to bonk her in the head, “I guess pretend like you don’t really care, maybe say you think it’s Renjun or something and see what he says.”

Let’s say Jaemin really did know who your admirer was. If Karina were to think it was someone else, she could note the way Jaemin would react to her guesses and you both can go from there. 

You shoo her away and let her do her thing, staying back to pretend you were watching cars drive past down below. 

In 8 days, the only clues you were able to gather included the fact that he was a boy, he worked on this floor (the mug thing), he liked to end his J’s in loop de loops, and there was always some type of water or coffee stain on the cards. 

The last clue was something you and Karina had just recently discovered, simply because the first few cards were wrinkled in the slightest with water, while the most recent one, today's, had been stained with a drop of coffee. 

You’re not sure if these were purposeful or accidental, but nonetheless, you and Karina took any details as clues, hoping that it would lead to a conclusion.

“You haven’t blinked for a while.” 

“Shit, I didn’t hear you come,” you greet Jeno with an awkward smile, shifting your weight from one leg to the other, “I was just deep in thought.” 

Jeno’s eyes disappear when he smiles and your stomach does that thing it does when he does so. It’s so stupid how you’re feeling like a giddy high schooler around this man, but you’ll defend yourself any day and blame him for everything. 

“Is it about your secret admirer?” Jeno questions. He’s facing the window and you’re facing him. You can see him peeking at you through the corner of his eye and he’s smiling teasingly.

Your eyes widen, “Wait, how do you know about that?” You haven’t told anyone but Karina, Chenle, and Jisung, the last two only earning the information for being the most persistent duo on the planet. 

“Word gets around,” he shrugs, “And I pass your desk to and from the elevator.” 

You’re guessing the two younger boys had let it slip out but you disregard them for now, “Oh… right…”

“So, what about him?” Jeno questions. 

“Just… I don’t know who it is….” 

Jeno turns to you and you’re taken aback by how tired he looks. Sure, everyone in this damn office repped the good ‘ol panda eyes, but Jeno’s hair was a bit dishevelled, eyes half closed from fatigue. You choose not to point it out. 

Jeno’s words register in your head and your brows furrow, “Wait… how do you know they’re a he? I didn’t say anything about him unless…” You don’t quite notice the way Jeno freezes up only because he wasn’t moving much beforehand. “Unless you know who he is!”

Jeno shakes his head, “Jisung told me!”

“I didn’t tell Jisung anything.” “You probably told Karina who told Chenle who told Jisung!” At this point, Jeno’s heart is beating at an erratically fast pace and he’s about to panic until Karina returns. She’s pouting, a tinge of disappointment evident on her face and Jeno takes this as his chance to escape.

“What did Jaemin say?” Your attention is easily pulled away from your friend, “Did he say anything?”

“No,” Karina grumbles, “I accidentally let it slip out that this was about your admirer and all he said was, 'Secret admirer, huh? Wouldn't you like to know.'” Karina mocks Jaemin’s voice, rolling her eyes. “But I guess that just proves that he knows something… it’ll just be harder to get it out of him.” 

“Jeno’s being suspicious now, too,” you nod your head to the boy. 

Sure it could be implied that your admirer was one of the guys, but the way the man had handled your questions was definitely something to take note of. 

DECEMBER 10

“Please tell me you’ll be leaving after you finish this?” Another one of your coworkers, Minjeong, was standing at the edge of your cubicle, leaning against the divider. You can tell she’s ready to leave, hands stuffed deep into her pockets, “Everyone’s left besides Mr. Jo.” 

Mr. Jo was the custodian.

“I will, I promise.” You don’t even look up from your screen, waving your hand in her direction as if it would make her scurry away, “I’m almost done. Have a good night, Jeongie!” 

She returns your farewell and leaves, knowing that you won’t budge until you finish your task. 

You genuinely were near completion. You just had a few more points in the report to finish before you reached your goal for tonight and you’ll go home. 

Your fingers are flying across your keyboard, fatigued eyes blinking at the words you were producing in hopes that they were coherent. Your brain had shut down an hour ago and now you were on autopilot.

Who cares if it’s coherent if I’m going to edit it anyway? You think. And now you were carelessly typing, making typos left and right. 

When you finally finish the draft, you grab your mug from your coaster to put in the office’s sink. Your eyes finally catch a break from staring at the screen for so long, practically feeling your ocular muscles relax. Closing your eyes, you blindly make your way down the pathway, which honestly was easy after the amount of times you’ve made your way down it.

But when your feet hit something that was obviously not as hard as a cubicle wall you freeze. 

Shit. 

Your eyes fly open and quickly look at what you have unintentionally kicked. 

“Jeno?” You blink your eyes a couple times to make sure you aren’t just seeing things.

Sprawled out on his desk was Jeno, fast asleep. There was a small pond of drool underneath his cheek, mouth hanging open. You couldn’t help but laugh. 

“Jeno.” You feel the need to whisper now, leaning over to shake his shoulder. “Jeno!” 

He begins to stir, “Huh? Wha?” 

“What are you still doing here?” you ask. 

One eye stuck closed, he glances around the empty office. The side that he had been lying on was flat as if he had been in that position for a while. Jeno yawns and stretches, his back popping a little as he sits up. 

"I was waiting for you to finish," he mumbles, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hands.

You glance at the clock on his computer screen, realizing it's much later than you thought. "Jeno, it's getting late. You didn’t need to wait for me."

He shrugs, a sleepy smile on his face. "I didn't want you to go home alone in the dark. Plus, I figured you might need some company." 

You hit him on the shoulder, “You dumbass!”

Jeno winces even though you didn’t even hit him too hard. “Ow!” 

“I didn’t even know you were here! Dumbass!” You throw another thwack at his shoulder blade, “You’re lucky I tripped over your foot!” Jeno ignores you and starts getting up, pulling out his packed bag underneath his desk, “You should’ve told me you were gonna wait for me.”

“Yeah, but then you would’ve pushed me onto the elevator so that I could leave,” Jeno replies. "Ready to head home?"

Although you and Jeno don’t live anywhere near each other, your place was on the way to his. Usually, you’d walk home and go sightseeing as you walked past the small shops on the way, but because the weather could freeze your arteries shut, you’re forced to transit home. 

"Sure, let's go." You pack up your things quickly, and the two of you head towards the elevator.

As you wait for the elevator doors to open, you glance at Jeno. His eyes are still a bit heavy with sleep, but there's a warmth in them that makes your heart flutter. When he notices you looking, he tightens his lips to give you a tired grin that reaches his eyes. The office is quiet now, only the hum of the elevator breaking the silence.

Once inside, Jeno presses the button for the ground floor, and the elevator starts its descent. The dim lighting casts a soft glow on both of you, and you can't help but appreciate the peaceful moment.

"Long day, huh?" Jeno breaks the silence, his tone sympathetic. “Your secret admirer mystery still bothering you?"

You chuckle and nod, "Yes. But it just makes me more determined to figure it out."

"Any progress?" Jeno raises an eyebrow, curious.

You shake your head, "Not really. It's driving me crazy." 

"Maybe it's someone you least expect," Jeno suggests with a playful smile.

"Maybe," you reply, unsure. The elevator doors open, and you both step out and into the nearly empty office lobby. Then you think out loud, eyes narrowing as you look at Jeno through your lashes, “Maybe it’s you.” 

The cold wind hits you as you exit the building, making you shiver. You pull your coat tighter around you, and Jeno does the same. 

“Why? Do you want it to be me?” Jeno smirks playfully. 

“I don’t know,” you lie, “I’m just asking because there’s a possibility it’s you. Besides Chenle and Jisung, you’re the only one willingly asking about him.” That really couldn’t even mean anything, but it’s suspicious. You’re starting to think this was a joke set up by all the guys, and you’re the target.

“Nope, it’s not me,” Jeno stares ahead of you both, and you miss the way he swallows his spit when he says it, “And I don’t know who it is either. That’s why I’m asking.”

You look at him to detect if Jeno was lying—maybe a nose twitch, multiple blinks, or a dishonest glance to the side—nothing. 

You feel your heart skip a beat, and not in the way you liked. Because, sure, you didn’t care about who this person was, but for the past week and a half, you’ve been raising your hopes that it was Jeno who had been leaving these presents for you. 

You realize that that was a mistake. 

A weak laugh shoots out your mouth, almost sounding like a huff and you force a smile on your face, “Well… that’s a relief.”

DECEMBER 15

Losing a bit of interest in your admirer just because it wasn’t the person you wanted it to be wasn’t fair to your actual admirer. Especially when they were still putting the effort into dropping off those presents and writing those letters.

The day after, you had told Karina that Jeno made it clear that your admirer wasn’t him and she refused to believe it, delusion taking over for your sake. She said something along the lines of ‘can’t say it’s not Jeno until there’s solid proof’. 

This morning you decided to switch up your strategy and arrive at work early. For the past 2 weeks, these little deliveries had appeared on your desk either after you left or before you arrived, and since you had kept track of who left the office yesterday evening, you were sure that he was going to be coming in early this morning to leave his present. 

You greet the security guard in the lobby, leaving your mouth more as a yawn than an actual sentence before you hop onto the elevator and cross your fingers for luck. 

The office is quiet and dimly lit as you enter, the only sound being the gears of the elevators turning as the doors slide open. Once you step out, you’re quick to scan the room before ultimately settling your gaze on your desk. 

The universe couldn’t have timed this any better.

Standing at your desk, you see a figure, gently placing a wrapped box on your desk. You hold back a gasp, clamping your mouth shut with your palm, not wanting to bring attention to yourself. The man appeared oblivious to the elevator letting someone off, his back still turned to you.

You catch the sound of his satisfied hum, and just before he pivots, you quickly move to a concealed hallway, keeping yourself out of sight. A lingering fear holds you back from confronting whoever this person is, but you so badly want to know who it is. You figured it would make the confronting part easier. 

Footsteps grow closer before they stop, and you can easily guess he’s standing in front of the elevators. With curiosity getting the best of you, you risk being seen and lean your head around the corner, just enough so that one of your eyes can see who the boy was. 

Another gasp attempts to leave your mouth when you finally recognize who it was. 

Jaemin?

The elevator arrives at your floor before you can even process that it was truly him you just saw, almost as if you’ve seen his ghost and he was gone before you knew it. 

So your secret admirer was Na Jaemin? 

In a way it made sense. You and Karina had ruled him as one of the more suspicious ones. He and Jeno were close, so Jeno being curious about your progress added up. Now you have solid proof that Jaemin actually was your secret admirer.

How were you going to let him down easily?

DECEMBER 19

Despite having the weekend and Karina's assistance to strategize how to break the news to Jaemin, you found yourself at work on Monday without a clear plan. Today, you mentally braced yourself for another gift, feeling a pang of guilt as you realized your friend and coworker had been investing so much effort, only for his feelings to not be returned.

Today’s box was slim and rectangular, wrapped in the paper you’ve grown familiar with. At first glance, it looked like a wine box, but you quickly deemed it too short to be a wine bottle. 

With a bit of hesitation, you carefully pick at the paper, ripping it open before you slice the tape that was keeping the box closed. Then you pry the box open, flipping the flaps over so that you can see the item from a bird’s eye view.

Huh?

You pull it out—an umbrella in your favourite colour. On the handle, your initials are engraved into the plastic. The umbrella looked beautiful, but considering the other presents, this was… random. 

Your eyes catch sight of a card at the bottom of the box and you stick your arm in to fish it out. 

I bet you’re curious as to who I am, right?

I think I kept you waiting far too long for a hint.

A hint?

Your heart picks up its pace and your eyes scramble to keep reading.

Today’s gift? An umbrella.

Bought one for myself and one for you because we need to be prepared next time.

I don’t know about you, but I didn’t enjoy being drenched in rain at work. 

Your Secret Admirer

A hint.

Hell, it was more than a hint.

Your eyes grow wide as you reread the note over and over, your heartbeat fluttering. It flutters because you know exactly what your admirer was talking about. 

Back during the rainy season, the morning you were getting ready for work, you completely disregarded the weather forecast and left your house without an umbrella or an appropriate coat. And much to your stupidity, you told yourself that it wasn’t going to rain that hard when you heeded the darker clouds in the sky. 

You realized your mistakes on the walk to work when rain started pouring down from the sky, like someone dumping a bucket of rainwater all over you. You were sprinting, sight impaired by the rain pelting your face, flying past other individuals who had been smart enough to pack heavy-duty umbrellas with them. 

Luckily, you finally arrived at your building before you were wet to the bone. When you noticed the elevator was still open, you called out for it, fast-walking through the lobby just so you could catch it. 

“Thanks,” you had sighed out, huffing in relief. 

The man who had held the elevator open for you laughed and spoke up, “I take it you forgot an umbrella too?” 

You laugh at the memory, remembering being thankful that you weren’t the only dumbass who didn’t bring an umbrella—that you weren’t going to be the only one on the floor who would be showing up soaked and dripping wet.

Because Jeno was that other dumbass. 

Even with this realization, with this hard evidence that your admirer could actually be Jeno, you still recount your almost-encounter with Jaemin and the fact that Jeno had denied your accusations. 

You find yourself caught in a web of conflicting emotions. On one hand, the thoughtful gesture of the umbrella brings back memories of that rainy morning with Jeno. On the other hand, the recent revelation and Jeno's denial cast a shadow of doubt on the identity of your secret admirer.

As you stand there, staring at the umbrella, your brain cells are desperately trying to think up a good explanation for all of this. The evidence seems to point to Jeno, yet you can't ignore the possibility that this might be an elaborate misdirection. Or maybe Jaemin was the misdirection?

Your thoughts are interrupted by the familiar voice of Karina, who has just gotten off the elevator. She notices the umbrella in your hands and grins, "Mr. Admirer? An umbrella?"

You manage a half-smile, the weight of the situation pressing on you. "It’s a hint. There’s a memory tied to it.”

Karina arches an eyebrow, intrigued. "Memory?"

You decide to share the story of that rainy morning with Jeno, how both of you got caught in the downpour without umbrellas. As you recount the details, Karina listens attentively, connecting the dots between the past and the present. 

"So, you think Jeno might be your secret admirer because of this shared memory?" she asks, thoughtful. The way her expression brightens at the thought of your admirer actually being Jeno and not Jaemin—just like you wanted.

You shrug, uncertain. "It makes sense, right? But then there's the whole denial part. He flat-out said it's not him."

Karina leans against the reception desk, crossing her arms. "He probably just didn’t want you to find out like that. Maybe he's trying to surprise you later. Who knows?"

You sigh, feeling a mix of frustration and curiosity. "I just want to know. I’m this close to banging my head against the corner of my desk." 

Karina snorts and nudges you playfully. "Confront him again but this time, give him no choice but to confess."

You consider Karina's suggestion, realizing that confronting Jeno might be the only way to unravel this mystery. Gathering your resolve, you decide to have a direct conversation with him, determined to get to the bottom of your secret admirer's identity.

DECEMBER 20

Who would’ve thought that confronting your secret admirer would be nerve-wracking? Cause what if it really wasn’t Jeno and you were making a fool out of yourself?

It’s your break and you’re sitting at one of the lounge tables with Karina and Minjeong, playing with the edge of your instant ramen cup. 

You’re replaying how you want the situation to go down in your head. You want to go up to him, make small talk, he small talks back, you confront him, and he admits it—easier said than done. But your goal was to do it by the end of the day, mostly because you know that if you kept this going for any longer, you’d actually go crazy.

Minjeong and Karina are talking about something, you’re not quite sure what it was when Ningning joins in, “Did Giselle pass by?” 

Karina shakes her head, “Haven’t seen her.” 

Ningning pouts, “I was going to ask her someth—”

And again, you tune them out—not on purpose.

The voice in your head is screaming Jeno repeatedly and it’s driving you insane. You want it to stop, but the only way you can do so is by confronting him.

Then the door opens again and in comes Jeno and Jaemin, laughing about something Donghyuck and Mark related. Karina notices the way your eyes divert toward their direction and she tries to catch your attention, jerking her head in their direction. Eyes widening, you shake your head as if you were saying not now.

“Shit, I got coffee on my shirt,” you hear Jeno huff. 

From where you were sitting, you could see Jeno turning to show Jaemin the coffee stain on his white shirt, pouting. Jaemin laughs, “That’s what you get for using a broken bottle. Just buy a new one.” 

Jeno pouts, “You buy one for me, then.” 

At first, you don’t pay attention to their conversation, passing it off as the usual banter between the two, but then it clicks. Your mouth speaks before you can even process everything, “It’s you!” 

The room grows silent but, frankly, you don’t care because now you’re sure it was Jeno. 

Other than the umbrella and the memory, the only other hint other than handwriting were the water and coffee stains that the cards were always covered in (and you and Karina were still unsure whether that was on purpose or not). 

Jeno’s bottle was broken. 

You rise abruptly, the chair screeching against the floor. Rounding the tables, you navigate toward to get to Jeno, heart beating against your rib cage. Once he is within your reach, you snatch him by the wrist and drag him out of the lounge room and into the hallway. 

“Dumbass!” you smack his shoulder, “It was you! Liar!” You weren’t angry, in fact, you were laughing, disbelief etched on your face.

Jeno looks off to the side, “I… don’t know what you’re talking about…” He’s horribly holding a smile back, cheekbones growing prominent from his attempt. 

“Don’t play dumb,” you say, “The umbrella hint was enough for me to know it was you!” 

Jeno unleashes his smile, physically shrinking and lowering his head as his cheeks grow hot from your statement. “I didn’t think you’d remember it that easily…”

"You've been driving me insane, you know that?" You shake your head, still processing the revelation. "I even thought it was Jaemin for a bit. All this time, it was you!"

“Did you… want it to be Jaemin?” 

You shake your head, “Honestly, I was relieved it was you… no offense to Jaemin. Why didn’t you admit to it when I asked you?”

“Probably a similar reason for why you said ‘that’s a relief’ when I said it wasn’t me,” Jeno counters, slowly regaining his confidence. 

You chuckle, realizing the playful banter unfolding between you and Jeno. "Good point."

He grins, "Plus, watching you try to figure it out was entertaining." There’s a mischievous glint in Jeno’s eyes as he's holding back a smile.

You cross your arms, glaring up at him, "So you enjoyed torturing me?" 

Jeno panics slightly, shaking his head, "No! It’s not like I was torturing you! It was just something fun! I liked seeing your reactions!"

You playfully roll your eyes. "You're lucky I like you."

Jeno freezes, “Wait, you like me like me?” 

You look at Jeno as if he just said the dumbest shit that’s ever come out of someone’s mouth. “Lee Jeno, I literally told you I was relieved it was you and you think I don’t have feelings for you?” You want to smack him again.

“Yes?”

Smack.

“Ow!” Jeno rubs his arm and frowns. 

“Of course I like you!” You’re looking up at Jeno, “I was working my ass off trying to figure out who my admirer was because I had hopes that it was you!”

Jeno's eyes widen with surprise, and then a broad grin stretches across his face. "You... really?" he stammers, almost disbelieving, “So would… this be the right time to ask you on a date?” 

You stuck out your bottom lip and shrug, half-joking, “I mean… it’s the least you can do after putting me through all that.” 

“You’re right,” Jeno laughs. He takes a step closer, looking down at you with the world’s prettiest smile, “So will you?”

“Will I, what?” you tease, staring back up at him.

“Will you go out with me?”

taglist: @tytrackfebreze @lovesuhng @hoonieji @niinjo @dinonuguaegi @reignessance

an: the answer is yes 👀,,, Felix's is up next and it's gonna be cute

[rae2velaris]

2024 Was a Great Year for Elriels

The end of the year is approaching, and unfortunately, there's no announcement yet, but Elriels definitely have plenty to be grateful for this year.

On the contrary... (Quick rant...I'm allowed one a year)

The other side has enjoyed complaining and discrediting articles and large companies commenting on Elriel...

Why?

I suppose it's because their side of the fandom has nothing new to talk about with their ships?

All they have are:

Commissioned art pieces paid for by themselves (great for the artists and Elriels do commissioned pieces to so... touche)

Screen Rant articles. This website is a way for free lance writers to make some money. Honestly, if you want to dive into them, go ahead, but these article centralize on the writers' opinions and click bait/SEO. And no, I'm not going to hunt down these writers' information to discredit. People are allowed to have their opinions and make money however way they want. Just at least take a moment to look at the titles for Screen Rant articles vs. TIME, TODAY, and E! News. You'll see a difference going forward in this post.

Additonal unnecsssary "official" weeks/ "spontaneous" days for ships and characters due to the belief that Elriel fans ruin everything

Anyways, let's dive into this year's pro Elriel content ❤️

January 30th, 2024

TIME- Time magazine is a widely cited resource and maintains high standards of journalism. In this particular article, only Elain and Azriel are mentioned as a possibility for the next ACOTAR book.

January 30th, 2024

TODAY Show- A sit-down interview with SJM. (This particular part of the interview I condensed together on Canva because of the limited pictures we can include on Tumblr) Below, Sarah talks about fate, the idea of exploring rejecting mates, and free will. (Lucien and Elain?) She also discusses her characters ending up with someone who offers growth and joy. (Azriel and Elain?) SJM can't tell us in black and white that she's doing this, but COME ON people. There's a reason she discusses it.

Oh, and the TODAY show decided to like/comment on Elriel comments ONLY.

Side Note: If interested, take a look at this tumblr post for a lovely, thorough breakdown. ( @courtofblooming )

April 19th, 2024

Guilty As Sin Instagram Story from SJM- Sarah loves her little crumbs, and this song honestly encapulates Elriel. We unfortunately don't get confirmation from SJM, but I'll include some of the lyrics for you to judge.

This cage was once just fine

Am I allowed to cry?

I dream of cracking locks

Throwing my life to the wolves

Or the ocean rocks

Crashing into him tonight

He's a paradox

I'm seeing visions, am I bad?

Or mad? Or wise?

What if he's written 'mine' on my upper thigh

Only in my mind?

One slip and falling back into the hedge maze

Oh what a way to die

I keep recalling things we never did

Messy top lip kiss

How I long for our trysts

Without ever touching his skin

How can I be guilty as sin?

What makes it even better? Audible and Spotify commented ONLY on Elriel posts in relation to this song. You won't find these particular companies commenting on any other ships of the fandom.

Side Note: The other side of the fandom tries to discredit these influential companies by stating the person behind the account doesn't represent the whole company or just enjoy saying the companies comments aren't credible. Multi-million dollar companies are NOT going to waste their time and reputation on fanon created ships. These companies are business smart and only invest in what's profitable. There's a reason they make millions...ELRIEL is profitable due to canon evidence. Simple as that.

December 2nd, 2024

Bloomsbury and SJMaas Updates announce that the audiobooks are now available on Spotify- Bloomsbury, SJM Updates, and Spotify are in close collaboration with each other. Makes those Spotify Elriel comments even more satisfying. ❤️

December 9th, 2024

SJM 2024 Author of the Year Spotify Video- Although we got little news for the coming spring about audible books, us as a fandom had a lovely time dissecting the video. Yet again, Spotify only commented on Elriel comments.

Side Note: Take a look at these tumblr posts for an inciteful look into the significance of tea cups/Elain ( @offtorivendell ) and an excellent interpretation of the Spotify video. ( @wingedblooms )

December 13th, 2024

E News!- I know this particular article has ruffled some feathers, but it's entertaining none the less! Gotta love the nod to Azriel's wingspan. IYKYK (And yes, it's credible... it's owned by NBC Universal... the same company that owns TODAY and 33% stakes of Hulu through Comcast (Comcast owns NBC Universal, and the stakes are through NBC Universal). I only add Hulu due to the ACOTAR TV series being developed through Hulu.)

December 17th, 2024

Goodreads- This is just a little star on top of the tree, but it's great to know that ACOFAS made it into the top 10 most read overall books this year. (Interesting how ACOSF didn't make it...) Notably, ACOFAS is the bridge for future spin-offs. (Also interesting how a particular character isn't seen in ACOFAS...)

(ACOFAS pictures taken from @psychologynerd post linked below)

In Conclusion...

As an Elriel, I've truly appreciated the continuous confirmations for Azriel and Elain for the future ACOTAR 5 book in small, simple ways. Even better knowing that Spotify and Audible have outwardly commented on ONLY Elriel posts.

As the year 2024 ends, I'll treasure these little nuggets of positivity until the announcement day! I have a feeling 2025 will hold some excellent news for the fandom. Until then, have a wonderful holiday season and a Happy New Year!

P.S.

If you know of anymore pro Elriel content from this year, by all means, write a comment. 🥰

[randomthefox]

We finally flashback and get to see how and why Dante is in this game! The DMC4SE added Trish and Lady as playable characters (which is awesome) and there's an expanded version of this cutscene that opens their campaign, so I included it here as well.

I love Lady asking Dante "how much do you know about Sparda?" As if he isn't Sparda's fucking son and knew him personally and was raised by him =P but she's of course asking more in the sense of the mythology of the Legendary Dark Knight, and not about Sparda as a person. Also love the way Dante just looks over at Trish after answering.

For some reason Lady's line of "peaceful worship can't be condemned" has always stuck out for me. The line delivery is part of it. She says it so casually. That line lives rent free in my head whenever I think about religious groups lol.

God I honestly love this cutscene so much. It kinda bums me out we never got to see more of this kind of thing. A post-DMC1 Dante and Trish running Devil May Cry together, with Lady occasionally dropping in as part of her own demon hunter mercenary work. After DMC1 and 3 this is the kind of thing you think about most often, no? Only the Devil May Cry The Animated Series really capitalizes on this, but even that show only had Lady and Trish show up in a couple of episodes. This whole scenario visual of Dante Trish and Lady hanging out in Devil May Cry eating pizza and talking about the new demon hunting gig is just the picture perfect status quo for these characters and I love seeing it. I love Lady's design in this game<3

The scene also confirms Trish did NOT consult Dante about the plan to take the sword Sparda and hand it over to the Order to get in their good graces. Trish tried to play the long game by infiltrating them. Dante just says fuck it and gatecrashing the church and caps their Pope in the face. This whole scene recontextualizes the beginning of the game when Dante crashes the sermon and it's very funny. Dante and them didn't even KNOW about the Order's evil plans, they only got involved because Lady was pissed about them muscling in on her demon hunting turf lol. (Of course I imagine Trish disguised as Gloria found out about their evil plans and told Dante about them which is why is decided to just sledgehammer the problem away, but it's still funny to think that Dante literally didn't know anything about anything and just thought murdering the Pope would be the best way to solve Lady's competition problem).

[ne4politan]

why are so many ppl acting like the pics in the gc are nudes I mean are they? Like I’m so fucking confused about this whole thing

Here's everything I know about the signal Stanford group chat situation. I've covered some of the things in other asks so sorry if it sounds repetitive but I don't think I'll answer any more asks about this just because I don't want to distract from Luigi's case too much lol ^^

If you don't know, the person we're taking about, Katy, was the girl that posted the pics of Luigi at Stanford (the one where he was like mid convo and holding the La Croix, along with other pics).

Sometime between then and now, she made a signal group chat and invited 30 or so Luigi supporters to it. I knew absolutely nothing about it until about a week ago when a picture of Luigi standing near a stairwell at Stanford began circulating around the internet. I personally saw the pic on rednote first and talked to my other Luigi mutuals who also shared that they saw the pic (either on twt or tiktok). Someone that we knew clarified that it actually originated from that group chat and was a screenshot from a 10 min video she took. Apparently, someone from the gc leaked it in a discord server which was then spread to other socials.

Katy has also been allegedly sharing personal information and other things about Luigi in that group chat, but I don't have solid details as to what that is, so I can't confirm things like the apparent flirting or any other rumors going around bc I'm not in it. I'd honestly take everything with a grain of salt because info can get easily warped after being passed around too much through word of mouth. Also whatever the flirting stuff is, it was NOT with a minor 😭 I do not know who but it doesn't matter.

I'm assuming that speculation and questions about this group chat began to pop up because one twitter user suggested that the new pics coming out (the st. patty's one im assuming) came from that group chat. This led many individuals to assume that his friends were posting the crumbs and pics you see on the internet. This isn't the case because from my knowledge, the only personal pic being leaked was just that one pic of luigi at the stairwell. Like 90% of everything else has been found by internet sleuths through what's publicly online.

That being said, I think it's important that we don't send her hate or harass her. I feel like people on the internet are so quick to pick up their pitchforks and go on a virtual witch-hunt in the name of social justice lol. I understand some may want to help Luigi, but I think for matters that involve people he knew, I don't think it's a good idea to try and insert yourself in the situation. I'd let things get resolved on their own.

[audliminal]

It's Just a Game, Right? Pt 1 Redux

Masterpost

"It's like. Crazy, y'know?" Bernard's says, voice only a little tinny through Tim’s headset. "Like, when they started posting, I was kind of unimpressed, honestly. I figured it was worth watching the channel, in case the story was interesting, but it wasn’t really worth it for the sake of the actual puzzle-solving. I mean, the first video was just, like, a slideshow of pictures with a handful of Caesar ciphers and some creepy music. That’s practically the platonic ideal of Baby’s First ARG, but now? They're using literally everything! The current drop is like. The simplest part is the spectrogram! And I think it's intentional."

"Isn't it supposed to be intentional? I thought that was like, the whole point of an ARG." Tim smiles despite himself. He can always count on Bernard to distract him from the stress of work; in all the time they’ve known each other, his boyfriend has never been without some curious new obsession, and he’s always happy to ramble in Tim’s ear, while Tim works on whatever.

Right now, Tim is halfway through the tedious process of upgrading the processors in his cowl. The layers of casing and protection alone take forever to remove properly, and the actual components he’s working with are extremely small, so he has to be very careful not to damage or lose them as he works. This means he can’t exactly listen to anything that might fully distract him, but listening to Bernard explain the new ARG taking his internet communities by storm is more than welcome.

"No I mean, like. Yeah, obviously the clues are intentional,” Bernard explains. “But like, the way the difficulty curve is increasing? I don’t think that’s just a thing of convenience, and it’s happening too quickly to feel like it’s them learning about all this stuff. Hell, early on there were all these red herrings and stuff, and basically everybody just sort of wrote them off as a cheap way to increase the difficulty. But the further we get, the more their choices seem intentional. Which doesn’t exactly match with the idea of somebody who’s dropping red herrings to confuse and pull attention away from the actual plot."

"You think they aren’t actually red herrings?"

"What if they aren’t? That would tie in with the whole ‘dig deeper’ thing. Like, if I were making it, I’d be pretty annoyed if people just looked at the immediate surface level clues and ignored everything that didn’t immediately fit together."

"Yeah, telling you to dig deeper, sure makes it sound like they want you, maybe, dig deeper." Tim chuckles, carefully pulling a filter out of place, and adjusting wires, so he can start unscrewing the first processor.

“God, it’s driving me crazy!" Bernard’s voice cracks just a bit, and Tim pauses, gripping the screwdriver tightly. Getting stuck solving a riddle is always annoying, but Bernard sounds more frustrated than he usually is about these sorts of things. Mentally he rolls back over the last few weeks, quickly realizing that they really haven’t spent much time together lately. Both his day and night job have been pretty busy lately, and he knows Bernard gets it – he may not know about his night work, but he knows Tim has a lot on his hands, but Tim also knows Bernard has a bit of a tendency to get a little too into things. It’s one of the many things they have in common; one of the reasons they work so well together.

“Literally every fucking drop,” Bernard continues, oblivious to Tim’s running thoughts. “The same exact words are hidden somewhere in one of the layers! Like it’s low-key become an Easter-egg hunt on the forum! People keep joking about sending prizes to whoever can find it first, whenever anything new drops. Nobody really seems concerned by it, though. I think they all just assumed it was another sort of Red Herring, just one that’s more thematic than actually distracting. Meanwhile I'm literally on the verge of going back to the beginning of the whole thing and solving it from scratch, because I think we're missing a lot." Tim smiles, as Bernard finishes his rant with a huff. It’s not really anything they usually do, but if Bernard is frustrated enough to go back to the beginning, it presents Tim with a bit of an opportunity. And he did finally solve the Stone case the other day, so he actually could take some time away from the nightlife right now.

“Hey, what if we tried to solve it together?” Tim asks, before Bernard can wind up again.

“What, the ARG?”

“Yeah. We haven’t exactly had much time together lately, and I love a good mystery, so why not?”

“Dude,” Bernard says, voice dropping down a register. “Babe. Are you serious? Because I really need you to tell me now if you aren’t serious because I would fucking love to walk you through SARA.”

“Is... that the name of it?”

“Yeah. Actually that’s the other thing. Nobody’s been able to figure out why the channel is named that. And I think you can agree that it would be weird to have the actual name of your channel be irrelevant.”

“How does Friday sound?”

“It’s a fuckin’ date!”

[blackjackkent]

Patch 8 Highlights!

As has become my habit, time for my personal highlight reel of things I found most interest or funny in the Patch 8 patch notes!

First, of course, the big hype items:

Photo mode! (I'm honestly uncertain whether I will end up using this compared to the existing freecam Otis camera mod that plugs into Reshade, but it will be fun to mess around with what the game now provides for free. And now console friends can take pretty pictures!)

New subclasses! (I'm not much of a buildcrafter but these will be fun to mess around with. And of course, ask me about my incredibly niche Jaheira Circle of Stars headcanons. XD )

Crossplay! (Woohoo. This feels like it probably drove someone at Larian crazy and I'm proud of them.)

Significant fixes and QoL improvements:

When you succeed a Perception check, the spotted item will now ping on the minimap and be listed in the combat log.

Fixed a savegame issue where you wouldn't get the appropriate amount of Umbral Gems for the Gauntlet of Shar. (This happened to me on my modded young Jaheira playthrough and I was SO confused.)

Minthara now comments on the Emperor's reveal.

Reminded Minthara that 'knocked out' does not mean 'dead', so she'll more reliably appear in Moonrise Towers.

Minthara is now willing to talk to you after you tell her to wait in the torture chamber. (I wonder if this also fixes the issue I recently ran into where she wouldn't talk after fighting her torturers.)

Discovered and available (non-hostile, alive, etc.) traders are now shown on the world map regardless of how far away you are from them.

Fixed a tooltip bug while trading where hovering over any equipped item would display a faulty tooltip, but trying a second time would magically fix it. The tooltips now populate correctly the first time around.

Fixed an issue where you couldn't use Sneak Attack again on your next turn if the enemy before you in the Initiative Order was killed.

A certain plaque in the Thorm Mausoleum now correctly mentions who the coffin belongs to. (THANK YOU, THIS HAS BEEN DRIVING ME FUCKING CRAZY.)

Ringmistress Lucretious may now join your fight against 'Dribbles' & Co. at the circus.

Ensured that the 'Steal a Githyanki Egg' quest isn't left open in the journal if you pass a point of no return and can't return to the Crèche to complete it.

Added a Memorial Portrait to the streets of Rivington. (Memorial for who, I wonder. Will have to go look around.)

And the funny bugs:

Neutral and friendly NPCs will no longer become hostile when, outside of combat, they walk into surfaces created during combat that trigger passives (like electrified surfaces triggering Thunderbolt Strike). Take it easy, lads.

Fixed a bug with the moving platform in the Gauntlet of Shar that would sometimes leave you behind, causing you to plummet to your death.

Fixed an Honour Mode issue at High Hall where all party members would die when reaching the top of the stem if anyone in the party was being dominated by an enemy, causing a Game Over. 

Fixed a bug causing non-Dark-Urge avatars to say Dark Urge lines. You're not all obliged to be wretched things with headaches. (This would crack me up SO much when switching from Rakha to Hector without closing the game. XD )

Cerys will stop getting involved in combats with Minthara from across the region. An eager beaver no longer.

Minthara no longer gets stuck babysitting Thaniel in Act II. (A pity, because watching him slowly edge her out of her own tent into a nearby end table was hilarious.)

Fixed the footwear slot in the Character Sheet deciding to just not show up.

Added a new spot where the easter egg song plays. Happy hunting! (Huh?)

Shadowheart has agreed to stop repeatedly changing her hair colour during certain intimate moments.

Healing Vapours no longer immediately makes creatures Wet in addition to creating a Water surface.

Fixed an Undead Harper in the Shadow-Cursed Lands looking like Harper Skywin's identical twin. Nothing to see here, move along.

In Honour Mode, the papa owlbear will now correctly gain Owlbear's Rage when the mama owlbear or their cub dies. (THERE'S A PAPA IN HONOR MODE?????)

Gave the Shadow-Cursed Shambling Mound some bifidobacteria-rich yoghurt to regulate its Digestive Juices. The condition now makes the target Vulnerable to Bludgeoning damage as advertised.

In the Knights of the Shield combat, the Gate Masters will no longer bring reinforcements after the portals are closed. The infinite supply of githyanki spawning from nowhere was a little disconcerting.

Gortash was overenthusiastically using Tyrant's Bindings, so we made him less eager about it when other actions would make more sense.

Reminded enemy NPCs that it's okay to kill the unconscious party after they commit a crime.

Prevented Fast Travel - like going to camp via the hotbar - while on moving platforms like the cable car up by Rosymorn, which could cause your characters to plummet to their death in the interim.

Fixed reflected damage knocking out player characters when non-lethal damage is toggled on. 

A couple of chests will no longer unlock things as though they're keys.

You now have to actually have a shovel in your inventory in order to start digging with it.

Fixed another (all together now!) trade exploit. This one let you take items from traders by moving them from a bag in their inventory to a corpse in your inventory. No more packing dead squirrels with goods.

Fixed a split screen bug where clouds wouldn't show up for Player 2.

Fixed a bug where hurling a healing potion as a rogue in what is presumably an attempt to heal a target would trigger Sneak Attack and sometimes damage or even kill the target. (I seem to remember having issues with this with Hector, and I guess his three levels in rogue were responsible. :O )

Alfira will now join in on your performance of the Deluxe Edition songs. (Aw.)

Tweaked the drop table for Derryth Bonecloak so she doesn't conveniently sell the Timmask Spores and Tongue of Madness you need for the 'Help Omeluum Investigate the Parasite' quest.

You can no longer use Silence to keep the protective dome over Last Light from collapsing if Shadowheart kills Nightsong.

Wild-Shaped druids are no longer instantly arrested by the army of the Absolute when following the road to Baldur's Gate from the Shadow-Cursed Lands. (lolol what?)

Fixed an issue with Shadowheart's parents that would cause them to sometimes turn hostile when they shouldn't.

Fixed a bug where killing hostile NPCs in Wyrm's Rock with non-lethal attacks on would be too confusing for them and they'd become unresponsive.

Steel Watchers can no longer get Drunk.

Fixed a flow issue in the epilogue letting you say 'My home is with Gale' to Jaheira even if you were never in a relationship with him.

Fixed a bug where ignoring Gale and his mirror image at camp would lead to his double hanging around in the morning.

Saved some players who were stuck sleeping at camp.

Jaheira no longer trades items at camp as though she's a merchant while she's still in the party - this led to strange interactions at camp. If you engaged in trade with her and left items on her, you can get them back by just taking them out of her inventory the normal way.

Fixed an issue with the Shadowheart vs Lae'zel fight night where the defeated character could still survive the night and would hang around without being able to join the party.

Fixed some cases where the night would literally never end (careful what you wish for) because a party member not in the active party was in a dialogue while everyone else was snoozin'.

Fixed a dialogue flow issue where asking Shadowheart about the fight with Lae'zel would make her talk about Astarion. Focus, Shadowheart.

Fixed a case where the non-summoned version of Scratch had no dialogue at camp. Balance is restored.

Fixed Sceleritas sometimes referring to the Dark Urge using the wrong pronouns when talking to other party members. Also fixed him sometimes repeating his lines.

Fixed companions talking about being in the swamp from Act I even if they're not. It's rude to call people's homes 'stinking swamps', Astarion.

Gale should no longer tell you to join Elminster at camp if you're already at camp.

Gale will no longer demand to eat your magical trinkets if you don't even have him recruited to the party.

Minthara no longer insists on repeating herself about the Emperor's illithidity.

Shadowheart should no longer bang on the chapel door while talking. That's manners.

Removed a particular overhead line in the Adamantine Forge that suggested the hammer was just starting to move when it, in fact, had just stopped moving.

Fixed an issue where Sovereign Glut could join the party as follower after being killed and refuse to leave.

Added a missing dialogue option to leave the dialogue with Bex and Danis a little earlier if their repulsively adorable chatter about getting a pet is too much for you.

Fixed a bug where unlocking the Emerald Grove Environs waypoint before triggering the cinematic at the front gate of the Emerald Grove would cause Memnon and Arka to forgo mourning Kanon.

Hostile Last Light Inn residents will now become neutral again when the hostility is caused by an erroneous reaction to Minthara. (Is THAT why I couldn't trigger Wulbren's dialogue in Last Light on Rakha's run because the area had a combat readiness state enabled? Everyone thought Minthara was invading?)

Shadowheart will no longer immediately turn hostile and act like you committed a crime in the Shadowfell if you tell her 'You want to fight? Fine.' While she's not afraid of a good brawl, she'll finish saying what she has to say first.

Fixed an issue where a dead Shadowheart could still trigger a dialogue at camp with Nightsong.

If you're playing as Karlach, you'll no longer miraculously come back to the Elfsong after burning out or going to Avernus after defeating the Netherbrain when you have multiple romantic partners.

Fixed a flow issue where if Halsin was your romance partner and you chose to go with him at the end of the game, during the epilogue he would act as though you didn't.

Fixed a bug where Scratch could escape the kennels by the Sword Coast Couriers through the power of fetch. Look, a bug is a bug, okay?

Fixed an issue where Flaming First Madigan could get stuck in an infinite dialogue loop, desperately trying to send you back to prison.

Fixed a flow issue where if you were playing as Gale and you didn't become the God of Ambition, you could still find yourself looking and acting pretty godlike in the epilogue.

Fixed an issue that would sometimes cause Zanner Toobin to just stand in the doorway to the Steel Watch Foundry if you walked out of the building while he was your follower. He will now always return to the office and wait for you to come back. Guess he likes it in there.

Fixed the Emperor thinking you don't have all the Netherstones if one of them is in a camp chest.

Withers will no longer let you ask if you can dismiss your hirelings at High Hall, given that he doesn't actually offer that service in dangerous areas like that.

The Emperor now joins the Gather Your Allies moment when your rousing speech doesn't ignite the fighting spirit you were expecting.

Roger Highberry will no longer follow Cora's corpse to mourn in front of it if you move it outside the boundaries of the wine festival. This will prevent Roger from, for example, appearing at your camp if you move Cora's corpse to your Traveller's Chest.

The courier informed us that he found a lost letter from the Grove that was meant to arrive at an important party. It's now been sent on its rightful way.

Minsc will no longer mention the Zhent taking over the Guildhall in the epilogue when Nine-Fingers is still in power. Silly Minsc seeing into alternate timelines.

Lae'zel will no longer have trouble deciding whether she recognises Avatar Astarion in some greetings if he's disguised.

When talking to Jaheira about her Rite of the Timeless Body, you could tell her your race lived longer than hers, regardless of facts or logic. Now this only applies if your race does, canonically, live longer. 

Wyll's greeting after entering the city will now be more appropriate to your Attitude rating. If it's below 20, no more Mr Nice Guy.

Other characters should no longer show up during Gale's contemplations about surviving the end of Act II after departing. (It amused me a lot when Karlach came over to lurk during this conversation for no reason. XD )

Fixed some lopsided and upside-down chairs letting you sit on them anyway.

Moved the hirelings' spawnpoints to prevent them from spawning in Shadowheart's tent. 

Tightened He Who Was' belt so it fits him better around the chest. We're pretty sure he could have tightened it himself, but he insisted someone else do it.

Adjusted the Dark Justiciar Half-Plate for female characters, which, when worn without underwear underneath it, was letting the nips peek through.

Gave Bunny and Blossom - two very much human children in the Lower City - clothes fit for humans. Without tail holes.

Updated several boots that were making githyanki knees disappear when equipped.

Updated the Teal Slimfit Outfit to correctly show a tiefling body instead of a human body when equipped by tieflings.

Fixed Lae'zel's hair looking like it was badly crimped in a romantic scene with Gale.

Fixed one of the tendrils of the jester hat vibrating ominously when worn by female dragonborn characters. Also fixed all the tendrils standing up stiffly when worn by dwarves.

Fixed Oliver's limbs sometimes getting all stretchy during Hide and Seek and looking a little too Slender Man for our liking.

Reminded the Spectator that its rays should come out of its eyestalks, not its mouth.

Fixed a bug causing Ketheric to sport Mizora's hair.

You'll no longer be able to literally see through the hips of large female characters when they're wearing Shadowheart's camp clothes.

Fixed an inappropriately dramatic music change in the endgame cinematic after Gale sacrifices himself and the githyanki depart.

Fixed the combat music failing to trigger if you initiate the combat with the Entombed Scribes in the Dank Crypt by trying to pick them up, presumably to cradle them in your arms.

Fixed a rock in the Shadow-Cursed Lands camp that would make the environmental music stop playing if you walked on it and then off it again.

Fixed avatar genitals sometimes showing up during Astral lovemaking with Gale when they shouldn't.

Added an additional head animation for Scratch so he continues to hold his ball correctly in his mouth. Whosagoodboy!

Asked Jaheira to kindly look at Lae'zel when she's talking to her.

Female gnomes who choose to slap Gale's hand away at the start of the game will now actually slap his hand instead of swiping confidently at the air.

Fixed a shot in Gale's recruitment dialogue where, if you decided to draw your weapon, you'd act it out very threateningly but not actually be holding anything in your hands. Gale always took your game of make-believe very seriously, though. (Rakha did this and it made me laugh. XD )

Fixed your character dramatically whipping their head to the side at a dangerous speed in the dialogue with Astarion, Petras, and Dalyria in Wyrm's Crossing.

Barcus is no longer Mike Wazowski'd by various items like cauldrons and bottles, blocking him from view when you talk to him at Last Light.

Fixed a bug where githyanki players who lose the duel against Lae'zel would later overlap with Lae'zel's body during a tender moment.

Fixed an issue so that Lae'zel's eyes no longer appear totally emotionless before stabbing Orpheus. She didn't even look her usual level of angwy.

Fixed female halfling and dragonborn characters' eyes clipping through their eyelids in delight while getting jiggy with Mizora.

Fixed Astarion's forearms looking like they've detached from his body in the dialogue at High Hall.

Fixed Mizora snapping her head around like a bobblehead if you reject her when she's enticing you with the pleasures of the Hells.

Fixed a bug where choosing to hug Minsc in the epilogue as a large-bodied character, like Karlach, would cause you to repeatedly attempt to hug him, even if you miss the mark.

Made sure Shadowheart won't be wearing a helmet when she asks you what you think of her new hair. Kinda makes it difficult to give an opinion.

[book-place]

Arts and Crafts Disaster

Warnings: blood, papers cuts, slight cursing, let me know if I missed any :)

Pairings: Castiel x reader platonic, Dean Winchester x sister reader, Sam Winchester x sister reader

Request: hello :))) I have a request!! Can you do a castiel x child reader where castiel has to babysit child reader again, but child reader somehow injured themself and dean and sam come back from a hunt to a crying child reader and a panicky cas? thanks!! love your stories btw<33

Request by: @homowholikespace

*not my gif*

Summary: Cas is back to babysit again

A/N: There’s some references to a past work of mine —> Of Cats and Angels; Also, yes paper cuts do hurt that much. No, it’s not dramatic

Please don’t plagiarize my work, you may reblog if you like but I’m asking that you don’t steal my hard work

“Cassie!” You cheered as soon as the angel landed in the bunker's library, hurrying over and wrapping your arms tightly around his leg in a hug.

“Hello, Y/n.” He greeted, patting the top of your head fondly.

“Thanks again for watching her, Cas.” Dean spoke up, striding into the room as he slung a duffel bag containing all he would need for the upcoming hunt over his shoulder.

“It is no problem.” He answered the eldest Winchester honestly, nodding along as you already began babbling to him about one thing or another.

Dean gave him a smile, clapping him on the back before trailing after Sam, who had walked up the stairs and out into the garage moments ago.

The two of them were going out on a hunt a couple miles away, so they called up their angel friend to babysit you once more. Considering the last time had been a success, save for the newfound kitten that now roamed the halls of the bunker.

“Say ‘hi’ to Sir. Fuzzy- Bottom Mittens, Cassie!” You demanded, presenting the cat up to him as soon as your brother disappeared.

“Hello, Sir. Fuzzy- Bottom Mittens.” He echoed, reaching out a finger and gently scratching the small thing behind its ear.

You grinned up at him, satisfied, and set the cat free on the ground, “What are we gonna do today?” You asked eagerly.

From the look on your face, he could tell you were hoping that today would end with you gaining a new pet again. But he couldn’t let that happen, he doubted your brothers would let it slide again. It was pure luck he got away unscathed after they found out about Sir. Fuzzy- Bottom Mittens last time.

“How about some arts and crafts?” Castiel suggested.

After the last time, he had done some research on what children liked to do, and this was one of the top results he had found.

You squealed, nodding up and down happily before skipping off to go get some art supplies Sam had left in a nearby closet for you and returned with a box filled to the brim with different papers, colored pencils, markers, and crayons.

You happily dumped them on a table and you and Cas set to work, a determined silence falling over the two of you like a blanket.

Working side by side, you each were laser focused on your own projects at hand, Castiel trying to draw a rainbow with the perfect mix of colors, and you working hard to draw a family picture of you and your brothers- featuring Castiel and Sir. Fuzzy- Bottom Mittens, of course.

This went on for hours. Every time one of you finished your drawings, you wouldn’t find it satisfying enough, and would crumble it into a ball, toss it into a nearby wastebasket, and start over. There was definitely something admirable about both of your determination to get your pieces of art just right.

Finally, a wide grin broke out onto your face as you stared down at your paper, “Cassie! Cassie, look! I did it-“ You whipped your paper into your hands all too quickly to try and show the angel your finished product. The material sliced across your finger in such a way that it began to bleed immediately. Paper cut.

Both of you stilled for all of a minute, until the pain stung harsh and fast and tears began to fill your eyes.

You began wailing right away, sticking out your wounded hand as if it was infected, and Cas’s panic quickly filled his silent void.

“Are you alright?” He asked hurriedly, “What can I-“

You just kept bawling though, the sting of the paper cut that dug deep fresh in your pain.

Poor Castiel had no idea what to do. He had never been in this situation before. Sure, he could reach over and easily heal you with a touch, but all logic seemed to fly out of his mind the second you began sobbing.

“Hey! We’re home!” As always, Dean and Sam burst in at just the wrong moment.

The second your cries reached their ears, they flew down the stairs in a blur of movement and panic, very similar to Castiels, not stopping until they were right in front of the two of you.

“What is it?” Dean panted instantly, “What’s wrong?”

With a wobbling lip, you held out your scarred finger to them, and they both let out simultaneous breaths of relief.

“Oh, sweetheart.” Sam cooed, shoulders relaxing as he scooped you up into his arms, letting you burrow your face into the crook of his neck, “It’s okay, you’re alright.”

He lead you off to get a bandaid and Dean whirled around to face Cas as soon as he was out of sight, “What the hell, man?” He demanded.

The angel shrugged helplessly, “Just a moment ago she started crying very loudly and I didn’t know-“

You and Sam entered back in the room, hand in hand, as you wiped your eyes and nose with the back of your sleeve, calming down significantly.

“Are you alright?” Cas immediately asked in concern.

You nodded shyly, focusing your eyes on the ground as you shuffled your feet up and down.

Sam smiled down at you softly, squeezing your hand gently in reassurance, “She’s alright, just got a bit freaked out, that’s all.”

You sniffled slightly, gently letting go of Sam’s hand and walking back over to the table, lifting up your drawing- very carefully this time- to show the three men your hard work.

“Wow, great job, kiddo.” Dean praised instantly, reaching over and ruffling your hair, emitting giggles from you.

Sam grinned, studying the drawing of himself, “The hair is spot on.” He remarked.

“It looks wonderful, Y/n.” Castiel told you honestly.

All four of you were standing in a line in the picture, holding hands and wearing bright smiles, Sir. Fuzzy- Bottom Mittens of course hanging a couple inches above all of you in the air, doing so with the powers you were convinced he had and just never used when you were all around.

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