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jellifysh · 3 years ago

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Getting Back Into the Swing of Things (part seven)

Or, Namjoon falls back in love with his ex (and his boyfriends do too)

Ot7 x reader (slow burn, roommates au, fluff, taehyung and hoseok give you a chance, hoseok's part has the best dialogue i've ever written and its all about bees)

A/n: taglist closed! its at the bottom

To be fair, Hoseok wasn't trying to avoid you.

Honestly, as much as he may appear, he just wasn't the friendly type.

Polite, charming, sure, but when it came down to connecting to people, heart to heart, he just couldn't find it in him to trust that easily. He didn't know what to say to you, and it felt both too soon and too late to try now, three and a half weeks since you'd got here.

You seem to have gotten along well with Yoongi enough, sharing quiet conversations over coffee in the early mornings, and Jin seemed to take an instant liking with you, sharing all his secret (though they were usually just stolen from the internet) recipes with you. Jungkook and you had made fast friends, and for the first time Hoseok could hear your laugh, your giggles and his coming from the game room most nights. He just had no idea how to bridge the gap that had formed between you at this point, although it was clear that you were going to be around for a longer while than imagined.

Today, you were doing laundry, and Hoseok realized after hearing the washer run for a while that he hadn't taken his clothes out of the dryer. He decided he'd just slip in and just grab them while yours were washing, only to find you in there still, folding his clothes and placing them in an empty hamper off to the side. You were sitting back on you knees, a big sweater and sweatpants draping over you and your hair pulled back into a messy bun with strands framing your face. You looked up at the noise of the door opening, then back down at the clothes, seeming to realize what he was in there for.

"Oh sorry, are these yours? I was just putting them aside so whoever they belonged to could find them." You got up from your spot on the floor, bringing the hamper to him.

He nodded, trying to think of something to say. "Yeah. Thanks." Hoseok said blankly. And the mood was dead, and he had killed it.

You nodded back, seemingly also lost for words.

"I'll go now. Have fun with your... laundry." He made a finger gun with his hand and awkwardly stepped backwards out the room.

"You too?" You replied, reasonably confused, doing a small wave as he exited.

He wanted to die of embarrassment. Have fun with your laundry, really, Hoseok? You might as well have said to go outside and have fun watching the grass grow, too.

He put his clothes away, easier now that you'd folded them, and got a call from his studio, one of the managers calling for him to come down and cover a class for a teacher that called out.

One problem: that would leave you alone in the house by yourself.

It's not at all that Hoseok didn't trust you. If Namjoon didn't have any problems with you being here, he didn't either. But Namjoon didn't seem to like when you were home alone, and Hoseok didn't want to upset him, or have you getting lonely in a place you still weren't completely comfortable in.

He walked back to the laundry room, seeing you now moving your clothes into the dryer. He knocked on the door to alert you and you looked up, your doll eyes fully on him, throwing him off a little. He realized he never actually made direct eye contact with you until just now, and with how pretty your eyes are he's almost regretting not looking at them sooner.

"Is something wrong?" You said, after a moment of himself staring at you. You began to fidget nervously, pulling the sleeves of your sweater over your hands.

"No, sorry, I just... I have to leave for a while."

"Oh." You pout slightly, and Hoseok cracks.

"But I wanted to ask if you wanted to come with? I'm just going to my studio for a couple of hours, I'm gonna be covering a dance class for one of my teachers, you can come watch." He adds quickly. You turned away for a moment, thinking it over.

For a second he thought you'd say no, your gaze set firmly on the laundry machine, but you slowly started nodding. "That sounds cool. Um, should I change?"

"Nah, what you're wearing now is fine, sweats are pretty much the regular there. If you're ready we can leave now?"

"Okay." You put a timer on your clothes and followed him out the laundry room.

The car ride there was less awkward than he'd expected. You seemed to be similar to Yoongi, self sufficient and enjoying company just by being in the same space as someone. He felt less worried about trying to make conversation to fill the silence. Your fingers tapped on your legs in time with the music playing on the radio and your head bopped, shaking some curls out of the messy bun. A music lover. Well, he reasoned, you had grown up with Namjoon. There was no way his love for music wouldn't rub off on the people around him.

You were surprisingly comfortable to be around like this, without any expectations for him of what to do or say. Maybe Hoseok had been overthinking interacting with you.

His whole life, he had been judged based on how entertaining he could be for others. How funny, how talented, how stylish, it was a neverending display of practiced ease and confidence and never getting to truly let his guard down. When ever he made conversation with someone, it was always about how 'you're so good at x' or'its incredible how you do y so easily', about the manufactured identity he made based on what he could be for others rather than what he wanted to be.

It wasn't until he met the guys that he let his guard drop, them all being exhausted of the standards pushed onto them and deciding to support and comfort each other. But living in their own little bubble caused them to develop cynical views on the world and the people in it.

You, however, seemed to just fully ignore any of what they did. You didn't interact with them unless they reached out first. You hadn't asked any questions, or pestered them for stories on 'what it was like being famous' or tried to sell their stuff on eBay (yes, some girl had tried doing that before).

Hoseok was a bit jealous of you. As far as he had seen, you just existed freely. No expectations placed on you, no judging eyes when you went into town.

He turned into the parking lot of a large colorful building. "Here we are. Hope World." The building was, you could easily admit, a creative feat of expressive architecture.

The logo seemed to be graffiti inspired, bubbly letters in neon green and bright blue against the stark red color. He drove around to a back entrance and parked in some lot spaces in front of a back entrance that said special personnel only.

"You ready?" He asked, shutting off the car and gathering his things. You nodded, doing the same and entered the building together, you slightly behind him as you took in all the colorful art on the wall and floor and even the ceiling, splashes of purple and blue and green trailing and swirling along down the hallway.

As you reached a reception area, Hoseok walked up to talk to a lady sitting at a large desk in the center of the room, paper and files around her. You hung back a little, still studying the walls.

"Excuse me, miss, but this studio takes appointments only, you must either sit and wait for your name and class to be called or leave." The lady scrutinized you, looking you up and down with narrowed eagle eyes.

"She's with me." Hoseok cut in, calming the lady down. He beckoned you over. "Actually, can you place her on the authorized personnel list while she's here?"

"Oh! Of course." She scrambled to complete Hoseok's request. The lady raised a manicured brow and asked for your name, rifling through a manilla folder. You gave it to her and she printed in neat handwriting on a sheet of paper, placing it back into the folder. "All done, Mr. Hoseok. Anything else I can help you with today?" She smiled brightly up at him, seeking to impress him.

"No, that should be all, thank you. Come on." He spoke that last part to you, turning to go past the waiting room and into another hallway, this time filled with dance rooms with clouded glass doors. You followed him silently, not sure what to say, until you reached a certain door, you assumed, where he was holding his class today.

"You can sit anywhere you want, against the wall, at the desk in the corner, on the chairs over there. Class won't actually be starting for another forty minutes or so." He explained as he unlocked the door. He set his stuff down and started setting up, messing with the camera at the head of the room and connecting his phone to the speaker system. A song began to play, fast and intense with lots of beats and he seemed to familiarize himself with it before starting to mark his dance moves.

You simply observed, sinking into a chair. You weren't that skilled of a dancer, never put too much effort into becoming really good but you wouldn't say you had two left feet either. You tapped your foot to the rhythm, dancing in your seat.

Hoseok looked at you out of the corner of his eye. At least you were enjoying the music. He was a bit nervous about what you thought of the place, he hoped you were impressed, he had seen a bit of the usual awe and wonder that crosses a person face when they first see Hope World, but you hadn't said anything.

After a bit of warmup and practice, he still had about fifteen minutes to kill, and an idea popped into his head. He lowered the volume slightly. "Do you dance?" He asked.

You looked at him, eyes wide like earlier. You always seemed surprised when they talked to you, as if you didn't expect to be included in anything. "Oh, me? Not really? I'm not any good if that's what you're asking." You joked, tucking a curl behind your ear.

"Oh, come on, anyone can dance." He smiled encouragingly. Now this was a conversation topic he could hold. Dance would always come naturally to him. "Come on, come up here, I'll teach you one of the moves."

You stood slowly, reluctantly making your way up to the front of the room by the mirror. The shift in Hoseok's demeanor was almost immediate. The quiet, focused Hoseok and the energy-filled, enthusiastic J-Hope seemed to be two different people, a personality he tapped in and out of depending on the situation.

He rewinded the music to a specific part, and outlined a move for you. "This is how it's supposed to look when you get it down, but first, let's focus on posture."

He led you through the dance move rather quickly, and you found yourself learning pretty well. You even joked with him a bit while he taught, though him watching you so closely made you nervous.

He was pretty fierce when he danced, concentrated and serious, and him teaching was the same, pointing out the slightest difference in the angle you should be holding yourself at, the bend of your knee, the point of your hand. It was all you could do to not combust under the attention, not being used to having someone eye's so directly on you, especially not someone who you had barely fully looked in the eyes until now.

He clapped when you finally got the move down. "You know, you really are a good dancer. I mean, I've seen worse. I'm sure you know how Namjoon is." A teasing smile on his face as he picked on his love, you breaking into laughter instantly.

"I have, it's so bad. I went to a wedding of one of his cousin's with him once and he was stepping on my toes the whole time we danced!" You giggled.

"Yeah, and Jin's the same way. They try, it's adorable really, but they just take a little more time to learn." You both chatted about the people who were a part of your lives until a knock on the door sounded. "Ah, that must be the students."

"Oh, I'll get out of the way then." You moved from the back of the room to behind the desk in the corner, seating yourself in the rolling chair.

The dancers came in, most younger than you thought they'd be. There was a group of five young boys who stuck to the back, picking up all the moves Hoseok was teaching pretty well and joking around amongst themselves while Hoseok helped other students get the routine down.

One of them looked over at you, then away, pointing at you discretely while talking to their friends. They all glanced at you trying to be conspicuous but failing, whispering more.

Hoseok played the music, everyone snapping into position and starting to dance together, as he made circles around them, making sure they were being precise in their movements.

"That was a good run through," Hoseok made his way over to the desk you were sitting at, picking up the water bottle he had left there. "Take five and I'll give you your critiques after."

The group you were looking at went back to whispering, sitting in a circle on the floor.

"What do you think?" Hoseok asked, looking over his class. "They could use some work but they learn quick."

"Yeah, they seem amazing." You nodded, a bit bittersweet. Seeing people younger than you be so accomplished made you feel like you should be doing something, too.

"They are," he smiled proudly. "They have a preformance at the end of this month."

"That's so cool."

"If you want you could come watch? It's in a theatre venue nearby, people come watch all the time, it's like a showcase for the school. Me and Jimin have to be there cause we own the place but the guys usually come watch too."

"If it's really alright, that would be nice." You said happily. You didn't think you would be invited anywhere with them anytime soon, but this was a pleasant surprise.

Hoseok nodded while drinking some water, eventually going back into teaching. You found it interesting how everyone seemed to bask in his attention, paying attention to his every word. You hadn't thought about the true scope of their fame since living with them and seeing this made it start to become a bit clearer that you were living with celebrities.

They worked diligently throughout class, and eventually it was over, the students gathering up their stuff and leaving.

Someone approached your desk, one of the five students from before walking up to you. His eyes were wide in curiosity. "Are you a friend of Hoseok-ssi?"

You nodded.

"Oh. My friend over there thinks you're pretty." He pointed back at his circle of friends, getting hit in the side with a water bottle that was launched across the room at him as his friends laughed and called for him to stop.

The ruckus alerted Hoseok, coming over to your desk and surveying the situation. "Boys, what did I say about throwing things at Beomgyu?"

Another boy ran up, pulling him away by the collar. "Sorry for bothering you, don't listen to anything he says, he's sleep deprived." He rambled to you, practically dragging Beomgyu away, as the boy playfully protested.

"Good work today you guys, but stop bothering my friend and go make sure your form is perfect for next class okay?" Hoseok sighed, calling to them as they moved to the door.

"Yes, Hoseok-ssi!" They all bowed. "Thank you for teaching class today, it was an honor!" One of them, shorter than the rest piped up.

"No problem, have a good day." He waved as they all filed out the room.

"Well that was interesting. They really adore you, huh?" You mentioned as you and Hoseok packed up. "They're just good students is all." He responded humbly, though he had a proud look on his face.

You followed him as he headed out the building. You went out to the car and waited for Hoseok to start the engine and drive you both home.

But he didn't.

You looked at him, turning away from your view of the window, to find him already looking at you, almost suspiciously, like he was contemplating over whether or not to tell you something.

"You know," he started slowly, looking away to put the keys in the ignition. "I usually go to a certain place after teaching class. It helps me refocus and release some tension." He looked back up at you, a secretive smile on his face. "I've actually never told anyone about it. None of the guys even know."

You tilted your head, wondering why he was telling you this.

"I guess what I'm trying to say is, do you wanna come with me?"

"Where?"

"Well, that's a secret, isn't it?" He chuckled.

You narrowed your eyes at him, studying him for some sort of answer. You didn't find any, but you felt inclined to trust him. "Okay," you nodded. "Let's go."

He smiled widely this time, pulling out of the parking lot. "Is it okay if we pick up some food first? I'm starved."

"Sure, I'm not picky."

"I'm craving burgers."

He pulled into the drive thru, ordering for the both of you and even ordering you a vanilla milkshake. "This place's shakes are the best, you gotta try them!"

After sipping at the shake for a while, which was really good, he eventually stopped the car. You noticed you were in a field of wildflowers, with trees circling around and a crystal blue lake with jagged white rocks that were slippery wet with water.

"Wow," you gasped, watching the dreamy way the sun shined on the water through the trees, making the whole place feel like a scene from a fairytale. "This is beautiful." You got out of the car and Hoseok pulled a blanket out of the trunk before circling over to your side.

"Yup. This is my heaven on earth." He exhaled, tension seeping from his shoulders, and you felt again that you were talking to Jung Hoseok, J-Hope hidden away again. "I usually go for a swim but I figured you wouldn't want to get wet."

"If I had brought a change of clothes maybe I would've."

"Next time then." He smiled gently and walked closer to the lake, spreading the blanket out. You stood there a few moments more. Next time. You let out a breath, feeling like you had passed some sort of test you didn't know you were taking, and walked over to sit with him, eating and talking as you stared out over the lake. Conversation was easier this time, embracing the silence that came when you didn't know what to say and talking about anything and everything.

"I think bees are lucky." He said at some point. "They get to just fly from flower to flower, tasting the sweetest nectar, and they get to choose when to go home."

"I think it'd be scary." You countered, frowning. "They're so small, anything could hurt them. And who's to say their home won't get destroyed while they're flying about? It must be terrifying not knowing if you'll have a place to call home tomorrow or the next day." You subconsciously gripped the picnic blanket under your hand.

Hoseok noticed, placing this hand on yours, gently rubbing his thumb back and forth on your skin. "They can always make a new home." He looked at you, deep brown eyes shining with meaning.

You turned to him, watching locks of his black hair hang over his forehead, gently blown by the wind. "It'd be hard to do all by themselves."

He was silent for a moment, then said, "Did you know that bees sometimes adopt lost bees into their nests? If a lost bee comes with a little honey, shows it's no threat, the bees might welcome them as part of the colony."

You blinked, thinking about that for a moment. "Huh. That's really nice. I guess I never thought about that."

He nodded. "I think that they understand it's hard all alone." He stared into your eyes with a certain intensity. "That sometimes you just need a place to accept you."

You talked more for a little while longer, deciding to head home once you realized the sun was getting much lower than you thought, almost dinner time now.

Entering the house again, you felt new, a certain rapport built up with Hoseok that you hadn't expected to find, going from strangers just this morning to almost friends.

You went about your days knowing that, at least, there was one more person in this house who didn't mind you being there.

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Admittedly, Taehyung was avoiding you.

Jimin seemed... uncomfortable when you were around and Taehyung has an obligation to his soulmate to never make him feel left out, not when he was the one who taught him what love and kindness was like.

And the worst part is, he found you very interesting, more than interesting. To Taehyung, you were almost tempting. He was an indulgent person, sometimes to the point of selfishness. He wanted things often on a whim, material items he would obsess over and then forget about. But now that he had finally gotten into a comfortable groove, he didn't think he could afford being selfish with you.

He had his reservations initially, when he first met Jungkook and then the rest and joined this relationship, but the greedy side of him couldn't turn down the idea of more love than he probably needed, could ever fully experience, and Jimin wanted it too, and he would never part from his soulmate, especially when gaining five more.

You, though, something about you made Taehyung want to know you. You were experienced and innocent all at once, having seen the worst parts of the world, but something inside of him thought that they could show you all of the best parts of it.

Him and Seokjin have always been similar, he can understand why the man took a liking to you so quickly, liking the addicting feeling of connecting with someone new, the feeling of clicking with someone. They were all short on companionship outside of each other, not that it usually bothered them.

Besides, they weren't lacking in interesting things to learn about each other. His boyfriends were all new in a different way everyday, still learning new things about each other even now. Like when Jungkook went out one day and came back with five different piercings and tattoos all up his arm, talking excitedly about the future appointments he made for them.

This felt kind of like that. Like Namjoon had gone out one day and come back with you, new and different and interesting anyways.

You two were home alone one day, about a month into your stay and Taehyung decided he was going to be selfish. Namjoon had talked to Jimin about making you feel comfortable, and while Taehyung knew it would take a while, he knew the worst of it was over. Taehyung's curious side always won out and he wanted to see if you were worth all the attention everyone's been showing you, and cooping himself up in his room to avoid you was more stifling than he thought.

He rolled off his bed and picked up his Nintendo Switch out of the charging dock, trying to make his way into the living room as casually as possible, as if he wasn't planning how to initiate talking with you.

You were on the couch, bundled up in the big blanket Jin had put on your bed when setting up the guest room for you, curled into a little ball and folding paper into stars. The visual reminded him of a kitten in a blanket too big for them, looking cute and delicate all the same.

"Do you play Animal Crossing?" He asked, leaning against the doorframe.

You startled, as if you didn't hear his footsteps, or didn't expect him to talk to you.

He kept talking, walking further into the room until he stood in front of you. "I bought the game so I could make a better island than Jungkook, but it's not really my thing," He held the console out to you. "Do you wanna play? I already deleted the game file because I didn't like my island, but I never brought myself to start back up again."

You blinked up at him, still caught off guard, and then finally said, "Um, yeah, that sounds fun." You slowly moved your hand forward, grabbing it with a tiny thank you.

He left you to that for most of the morning and went to eat breakfast. There was a plate in the fridge with his name on it, probably leftovers from when everyone was eating earlier. Taehyung had woken up late today, having gone on a self declared break from work for the meantime.

As he heated up his plate he glanced over at you, eyes full of wonder and joy. You really were so cute, your mannerisms making you seem younger than you were, it was funny how you looked at his house full of wonder. To Taehyung this was just the place where he lived, but you treated it like a castle. He got his plate and went back over to where you were sitting, peeking at the villagers you got as your starters.

"Ooh, nice." He said, biting a piece of toast. "You got one of the new ones." He pointed at the purple bird villager.

"That's so cool! I heard about the update but I didn't think I'd ever get a chance to play." You commented excitedly, bouncing a little in your seat, and Taehyung's heart broke a little. No one should be deprived of partaking in the simple joy of things like video games.

"Well," he started. "Now you can play whenever you want. I have other games, too, if you're interested in those?"

"Is that really okay? I'd hate to use your things all of the time."

"It's fine, I prefer PC stuff anyways. You can keep the Switch if you want."

"No way, I can't just take this." You protested, a serious look on your face that Taehyung found adorable.

He smiled, shrugging casually. "Why not? I don't use it much anyways. Besides I can always just steal Hoseok's." You laughed at that and floundered for a bit, not sure what to say.

"Thank you, I guess. That's so kind of you, honestly. Thank you for trusting me with your things." You smiled softly, smoothing a curl of hair behind your ear, a little dimple showing up as your smile pushed your eyes into cute half suns.

Taehyung got the sudden urge to paint looking at your smile, a twitch under his fingers looking at the flutter of your eyelashes. When was the last time he let himself just enjoy something like you? How many games and clothes and food had he taken for granted?

He turned back to his breakfast, deciding to eat instead of think, and you and him passed the morning in quiet comradery, the clicking of the buttons on the Switch the only noise.

At some point, he got bored after scrolling through his phone for a while, clicking on a music playing app. "What kind of music do you like?"

You responded absentmindedly, focused on the screen in your hands. "Oh, I don't know. Pretty much anything. Rap, pop, hip hop, blues, RnB."

"Really? For some reason, I thought you were the type to only listen to certain specific artists or something."

"Nah, I just listen to whatever. What kind of stuff do you like? Do you listen to RnB or Blues?"

"Sometimes," he shrugged. "Why?"

You shrugged. "You seem like the type. Like the timeless, groovy kinda sound you know? Like Daniel Caesar, or Erykah Badu." You sat up a little more, attention turning more to him.

Taehyung smiled mischievously, an idea forming in his mind, but you didn't notice. "I actually don't have many songs by them."

"No way! I feel like they'd fit you perfectly," You had almost completely ignored the game you were playing by now, offended by Taehyung's apparent lack of culture.

He shrugged. You made grabby hands at his phone. "Gimme, I'll make you a playlist."

Taehyung handed his phone over, and you started adding songs excitedly-- Daniel Caesar and Erykah Badu like you'd said, but also Sza, and Ella Mai, Mariya Takeuchi and even some older stuff like the Temptations and Frank Sinatra, Paul Anka-- you were really putting effort into this.

Taehyung was a pretty complex person, he liked to think, and he'd sort of made it a game to confuse people as much as possible with his personality traits, being one thing in one moment and another in the next. He was fully invested in seeing how you saw him, what you noticed about him. The thought of someone choosing songs because they remind them of him was...

The only way he could describe it was... touching. Intimate without words, without actual touch. Someone he barely knew thought he'd like a song because they paid enough attention to him to think of what he liked.

You handed the phone back to him, a cute, satisfied smile on your face like you were proud with your work. The playlist was just named "For Taehyung" but even that felt special, like a present in sound form.

"You know," he said, smiling too. "We could hook this up to the sound system in my room and listen to some of this."

"Right now?"

"Yeah, why not. Let's find out if you really know what you're talking about." He got up from the couch waiting for you to follow.

And that's how you ended up in Taehyung's room, the thick red velvet curtain over his window blocking out the sun and casting a dark hazy red glow over the room. You were both on the end of his bed, you sitting and him laying on his back, the slowed and reverbed version of Young and Beautiful by Lana del Rey playing as you were in the middle of a very important discussion about the movie adaptation of the Great Gatsby.

As it turned out, you and Taehyung both had a penchant for movie watching, old movies and new, although he had said he preferred the old glitzy hollywood glamour of black and white movies, a la Audrey Hepburn. Something about them reminded him of Jimin, the stuck up and posh way he used to be, the way you still think he is now.

"No, no," he chuckled. "He was so much worse before. He was always angry, picking fights for no reason. When he told me he liked me I thought it was out of nowhere, you know. I had pursued him, I thought he was the most beautiful person I had ever met, I still do, and he was so confused as to why I wouldn't leave him alone."

"And you still chased him?"

"Of course. Because even back then I knew it was all an act. He pushes people away when really he wants them close. He doesn't do it as much anymore, we've learned how to move past that. Really Jiminie is the kindest out of all of us."

You raised a disbelieving eyebrow and he laughed again. "When he trusts you, you'll understand."

It was your turn to laugh. "I don't think that'll ever happen." You pulled your knees up to your chest, leaning your head on them.

Taehyung was quiet for a moment, studying you. Then he smiled softly. "I think he will."

"Really?" You asked. "Why's that?"

"Because I do. And me and Jiminie are a lot alike."

You scrunched your nose in disagreement and Taehyung reached up a finger to tap it, and you playfully swatted it away. "I don't think so."

"We're soulmates, of course we're similar. We are basically one and the same now." He said with a dreamy look on his face.

You thought about that for a second. "That must be nice. Connecting with someone like that."

"You've never had a soulmate?"

"No." You replied simply.

"Mm," Taehyung hummed. "I think Namjoon would disagree." He said teasingly.

You huffed, starting to pout. "I don't--"

Taehyung cut you off. "There's a lot of history between you. You wouldn't still be upset if you didn't still care. He wouldn't have done so much for you if he didn't still care. I was surprised. Namjoon doesn't usually stick up for people, especially when one of us are against it. But you, he stuck up for, against Jimin. I've never seen him choose someone over Jimin."

"It's not like I asked him to do that." You flopped back on the bed, staring up at the ceiling.

"You didn't have to. And that means you're soulmates." He said, as if it was simple.

"No, it doesn't. I mean, you know how it ended." You denied. "And he's yours now."

"Yeah," he smiled. "He is. But soulmates aren't always romantic, and sometimes you have to leave and change before going back to someone."

You looked back at Taehyung. "Since when are you all knowing?"

"Your playlist has enlightened me. You were absolutely right. I do like stuff like this."

"I knew it! I can't believe you haven't listened you stuff like this before."

"You wanna know something?"

"What?"

He rolled onto his side facing you, propping himself up with an arm. "I lied. I do listen to this type of music. I just wanted to see what you'd come up with. You did add some stuff I hadn't heard though."

You gasped dramatically. "You lied to me?" You grabbed a pillow, swinging it at his stomach.

"You were so excited, I couldn't let you down." He laughed, catching the pillow. You sighed, you couldn't really be upset, he liked it and you were right, and not only that you'd gotten closer. You'd wondered how much truth was in his statement and whether you and Jimin would ever get along.

"Hey," you said, hugging the pillow to your chest. "You know, I'm not here to like... take Namjoon from you. Right?" You turned to him, still smiling like he knew something you didn't.

"I know. But I don't think you'll have to." He said, cryptically. You squinted at him.

"Why is talking to you so confusing?"

He bust out laughing at that and you both went back to talking about songs and movies. A much easier topic for you to follow.

Either way, you had a big weight off your shoulders. You now knew everyone in the house to some extent and the anxiety of not knowing where you stood with every one eased a little. Maybe you could start to breathe easy.

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hiddentrails7 · 3 years ago

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I just finished p5r for the 7th time, here we go

Sojiro: Have you guys seen Ryuji and Futaba? They haven't finished their cocoa

Ren: No, haven’t seen them since the storm started

Sojiro: Since the sto- RYUJI NO!

Ryuji, standing in the middle of a thunderstorm with an shovel raised high: STRIKE ME DOWN ZEUS, YOU DON’T HAVE THE BALLS

Ren, completely serious: Sir, it has been reported lately that you do, in fact, have little paw-paws and a little button nose. Do you care to comment?

Morgana:

Ren: Riveting

Sojiro, walking in: Am I interrupting something?

Haru: I would die for you.

Makoto: I would die for you too.

Haru, suddenly very emotional: Please don’t

Futaba, in a high voice, holding Barbie: Hey Ken! I was thinking about going back to school and starting a career!

Ren, in a deep voice, holding Ken: Nonsense, Barbie. you’re staying home and having my kids

Sojiro: What the fuck are you guys doing?

Futaba: Playing systemic oppression

Ren: The next time Goro's angry with me, I'll drape him in a cape and say "now you're super angry"

Ren: Maybe he'll laugh, maybe I’ll die.

Ryuji: Why are you so pissed off all the time?

Akechi: *Polls out a scroll*

Akechi: Reason number one out of two thousand four hundred and—

Ryuji: Okay, okay! I get it, there’s a lot.

Akechi: *Smirks before proceeding to roll the scroll up and put it back in his bag*

Ryuji: You just carry that thing with you everywhere?

Akechi: I get asked a lot.

Akechi: Hey, do you like shrimp?

Sojiro: Not really..?

Akechi: Ramen?

Sojiro: Not much.

Akechi: Then you're not gonna like what I did.

Sojiro: What? You made shrimp ramen?

Akechi: No. I fucked your son.

Ryuji: Just before I die, I'm going to swallow a bag of popcorn kernels to make the cremation much more interesting.

Makoto: Okay, but consider this; What if you didn't.

Kidnapper, about Ryuji: We have your friend.

Akechi: Let me speak with him

Kidnapper: Go ahead you’re on speaker

Akechi: Dumbass.

Ren: Goro and Ryuji had a fight once and it went like this:

Ryuji: Anything that comes out of your mouth is fucking stupid!

Akechi: Ryuji Sakamoto.

Ren: To this day, I still laugh out loud in inappropriate settings because I randomly think about it.

Ren: Hostage or not, sometimes it's nice being held.

Some Shadow:

Shadow: Are you okay?

Sae: WHY IS THE BUILDING ON FIRE?

Yusuke: A dragon sneezed.

Ann: I tried to light a cigar with a flame thrower.

Ryuji: Dropped my latest mix tape.

Sae: Ren, please tell me what happened.

[Flashback to Ren and Futaba arguing that it was impossible to light a fire extinguisher on fire]

Ren: Um.

Ren: I don’t remember.

Maruki: On a scale from 1-10, rate your pain.

Akechi: Pi. A minimal but a never ending number.

Maruki: What in the actual-

Ryuji coming up with a frankly terrible idea: I think we should do this.

Yusuke, who somehow got stuck being the voice of reason: No, Futaba, tell him we can't.

Futaba, who was already running the logistics the moment Ryuji opened his mouth: I think your plan is dumb as bricks, but man, do I wanna see where it goes.

Ren, who just wants to see the world burn: If it fails, we'll just blame Ryuji.

Ryuji: Yusuke's in charge, though.

Futaba: Yusuke, then.

Akechi: Ren and I don't have pet names for each other.

Ryuji: What do bees make?

Akechi: ..Honey?

Ryuji:

Ruiji: Huh, really thought that would work

Akechi: Dumbass.

Ren, from another room: yeah?

Ren: What are Ryuji and Ann arguing about this time?

Morgana: They have a bet going about what Akechi is like in bed. Ann thinks she’s secretly really caring, but Ryuji thinks he’s kinky.

Ren: Yeah, he’s both.

Morgana:

Ryuji:

Ann:

Ren:

Ren: I MEAN-

Makoto: Did you seriously bring a butter knife to the Metaverse?!

Ren: You get angry so fast, it was the only weapon I could find on such short notice!

Yusuke: But you know, you have to admit it is BUTTER than nothing.

Makoto:

Ren:

Yusuke: I'm sorry.

Ren: Is it too much to ask to just have a quiet night in? Slippers, tea, a nice movie?

The shadow he's currently got in a headlock: Oh mooooood.

Makoto: For self defense reasons, I’m gonna pretend to be a burglar and you guys have to act wisely.

Yusuke: Okay

Akechi: Sure.

Makoto: If you want to live, give me all your money!

Yusuke: Bold of you to assume I have money.

Akechi: Bold of you to assume I want to live.

Makoto:

Makoto: Really?

Akechi: The path to inner peace begins with four words.

Akechi: NOT. MY. FUCKING. PROBLEM.

Ryuji: You've all heard of elf on the shelf, now get ready for-

Ryuji, placing a pot on Akechi's head: Thot in a pot

Akechi:

Akechi, getting up from his seat: Get ready for a bitch in a ditch because that's where you're gonna find your fucking body, you little-

Makoto: I need you to swear-

Haru: Fuck!

Makoto: Swear as in promise....

Sojiro: Why the hell are there bullet holes in Leblanc?!

Ren: There was a cockroach.

Sojiro: And...?

Futaba: It started flying towards Akechi.

Akechi: I hate you.

Ren: Well, according to this picture Yusuke painted of us having sex, that is untrue

Futaba, swinging from the chandelier: Makoto!!!! Look at me!!!!

Makoto, following Futaba in case she falls: I'm crying- I'm begging. Please, stop.

Futaba, after winning a fight in a palace: It’s like we just cleared a video game on easy.

Makoto: Real combat is NOT like a video game.

Ryuji, in the background: Hey, coins!

Sojiro, sighing tiredly: Futaba, I promise there are no monsters under your bed okay?

Futaba, scoffing: Not monster- MOBster. There is a mobster under my bed.

*Clicking is heard as gun safety is taken off*

Ryuji, pointing a model gun at Sojiro: Ya didn’t see shit.

Sojiro, exasperatedly: Ryuji you have your own house.

Morgana to Haru: Okay, now observe.

Morgana: EVERYONE, The floor is lava!

Ann: *Helps Makoto and Sumire onto the counter*

Futaba: *Pushes Ryuji off the sofa*

Morgana: As you can see, there are two types of people–

Akechi: *Collaspes onto the floor*

Morgana: ....Three-

Makoto: Sophia found out she could sneakily put post-its on people's backs without them knowing

Makoto: But she doesn't know they should say things like 'kick me', so they all just have smiley faces on them

Murderer: *Chasing Ren around Leblanc*

Ren: ALEXA! PLAY THE SCOOBY DOO THEME SONG!

Ryuji: Dude, why the hell is there blood everywhere!?

Yusuke: Well, you see, it's simple color theory-

Futaba: WHO ATE MY CURRY?

Ryuji: Don’t look at me

Futaba: INARI, WAS IT YOU?

Yusuke: *Looks at Sumire*

Sumire:

Yusuke: It was Sumire..

Sumire: YUSUKE YOU PROMISED YOU WOULDN´T TELL-

Futaba: Oh, it was you, baby? Was it good? Want some more?

Ryuji: This motherf-

Ann: Would you kiss Yusuke for a million yen?

Ryuji: I guess..?

Ryuji: But, I mean, I don’t really have that kind of money..

Ren: Okay guys, meet your new teammate Hifumi. She gave me two dollars this morning for some reason, so I bought a jelly pouch with it.

Makoto, whispering: Why did you give him two dollars?

Hifumi, whispering back: I thought he was homeless

Morgana: You're losing blood. What's your type?

Ryuji, bleeding out: Blue hair, skinny, broke as fuck-

Morgana: Your blood type, Ryuji.

Ryuji: Oh-

Ryuji:

Ryuji: Red?

Ann: Aw, he's so cute.

Ren: Thanks, he's a rescue.

Akechi: Stop calling me that!

Ren: If I was a famous author, I would publish a book with ten different endings, each of which would print with varying degrees of rarity, but not tell the fans about it so that I could watch their confusion as they disagree over how the story ended. Then, when they figure it out, I would ‘come clean’, telling them that there were actually 11 different endings and watch them scramble to find the last ending.

Futaba: Are you Satan?

Ryuji: I’ll pay you $5 to do that right now.

Ryuji: Dude...

Yusuke: You had your tongue in my mouth 5 minutes ago. Don't you dare call me 'dude'.

Makoto: The game is two truths and one lie. Ren, you go first.

Ren: Okay, my hair is black, my eyes are brown, and last week my boyfriend was driving me to Chipotle and he asked if I wanted to see him drift and corner so I said yes and he drifted onto Angel street.

Makoto: Right idea Ren, but you really have to make it more challenging-

Ryuji: His eyes are black.

Makoto:

Makoto: Goro did what?!

Chihiya: May I read your tarot, sir?

Goro: A fortune teller? Very well, then.

Chihiya:

Chihiya: It just says "Yikes".

Sae: Don't be a smartass, Ren.

Ren: Dumbass it is then.

Ann: Would you rather be proposed to in private or in front of family and friends?

Ren: Private. Because when he gets off his knees, I’m getting on mine.

Akechi: *Chokes on his coffee*

Ren: I am a complex person with complex emotions, like “tired” and “food” and even the rarer third emotion, “gun”.

Makoto: I currently have 7 empty notebooks and I have no clue what to put in them. Suggestions?

Ryuji: Put spaghetti in it.

Makoto: I'm currently taking suggestions from literally anyone but you.

Ren: Put spaghetti in it.

Makoto: I'm currently taking suggestions from anyone but you two.

Futaba: Put spaghetti in it.

Makoto: I am no longer taking suggestions.

Ren: *Slowly reaches for a container at a grocery store labeled Forbidden Rice*

Sojiro, smacking his hand: Can’t you read?!

Sojiro: That’s not funny.

Futaba: I thought it was funny.

Sojiro: You don't count. You started laughing in the middle of a funeral because you started thinking of a meme you saw on Tumblr.

Akechi, to the theives: And if you have any suggestions, feel free to put them in the suggestion box.

Ryuji: But— that’s a trash can.

Akechi: It sure is.

Ren: What if the person who named Walkie Talkies named everything?

Futaba: Pregnancy tests are Maybe Babies

Haru: Socks are Feetie Heaties

Ann: Forks are Stabby Grabbies

Yusuke: Defibrillators are heartie starties

Ryuji: Stamps are lickie stickies

Sumire: Nightmares are Dreamy Screamies

Akechi: I hate it here.

Yusuke, at the hospital: I'm here to see my husband.

Receptionist: And your husband is...?

Yusuke: You must be new here.

Ryuji, down the hall on crutches: Yusuke! *Trips*

Yusuke: That would be the love of my life.

Haru: Every single person you know has something in their life and past that is probably worth collapsing to the ground in an uncontrollably sobbing heap over, so be nice to each other and tell good jokes!

Futaba: Sumire is my...

Ren: come on you can do it

Futaba: Sumire is my g...g...

Ren: You're so close.

Futaba: g-

Futaba: gir-.. g-

Futaba: G-GAY FRIEND

Ren, sighing: Close enough.

Yusuke: Oh, he's handsome.

Ryuji: *Blushes and trips over his own feet when they make eye contact*

Yusuke: A gorgeous loser.

Mishima, after meeting Shinya: Seven-year-olds are the meanest people in the world. They terrify me to this day.

Mishima: If I'm on the street on like, a Friday, at 3 PM and I see a group of elementary-schoolers on the side of the street, I will immediately cross to the other side of the street.

Kidnapper: We have him.

Ren: Who?

Kidnapper, about Akechi: We have your boyfriend.

Ren: Oh.

Kidnapper: "Oh"?

Ren: Yeah, you don't have him. He has you. Good luck

Makoto: You know, not every problem can be solved with a gun.

Akechi: That's why I carry two guns.

Ren, seductively taking off his glasses: Wow... You're... really blurry.

Akechi: Thanks.

Akechi: You really don’t get to choose who you love

Akechi, gesturing at Ren: I would know because I’m stuck liking this guy

Haru: What kind of woman doesn't have an axe?

Makoto: What’s something you guys are better than Akechi at?

Futaba: Mario Kart.

Ren: Cooking.

Haru: Emotional vulnerability.

Ren, trying to create a sense of calm by lighting incense, only to find out that the sticks were actually sparklers:

Ren: This is actually painfully on-brand for me.

Futaba: I wonder what butterflies taste like.

Ren: They taste bad.

Futaba: How do you know that?

Ren: I answered your question. That's all you're getting

Ryuji, trying to ask Yusuke out: Do you eat? I do. Want to do it in the same room sometime?

Ann: Elf on the shelf? How about *Pans to Yusuke in the sink* twink in the sink

#persona 5 #incorrect quotes #akeshu #ryukita #sumitaba #p5 #makoharu

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lottiethroughthelookingglass · 4 years ago

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15x20 Coda

Can’t believe it’s the year of our Lord 2020 and I’m writing Supernatural fix it fics at 3am.... This truly is the bad place. Anyway here’s what happened immediately after the credits rolled on whatever that was...

“Sam and Dean stood, arms around each other looking out towards the vista. Heaven. Their heaven. United again, after everythi-“

“-Is he for real?”

“That’s what was saved on my computer. Supernatural – Final Draft.”

“This is bullshit.”

Becky shrugged, taking her laptop back from Sam as his face twitched uncomfortably.

“Who did I even marry? Like, it wasn’t even Eileen?”

“I don’t know man but you named your kid after me. I’m holding you to that one.”

“I don’t even want kids. Our lives are crazy. Why would I do that to a kid?”

“Well I’m just glad Chuck didn’t get to go ahead with that one.” Becky said, sitting back down with her laptop, “I mean all of his drafts were honestly terrible but that one… I mean it didn’t even make sense considering your character arcs. Dean literally died like he thought he would at the beginning of the series and Sam, grows old with a random woman and doesn’t do anything with his life and not even mentioning Cas even though he was right there in heaven-“

Becky looked up to find Sam and Dean staring at her.

“I’m sorry, not that you guys are just characters or anything. But just, when I came back and I found that I was really worried you’d actually died in barn because you fell on a nail.”

“Yeah well I will be avoiding all barns from now on.”

Thunk. The three of them looked up to where Cas had knocked over a Funko Pop Sam.

“Sorry,” Cas readjusted Funko Sam so he could go back to back to fighting Funko Crowley.

There was an awkward moment of silence as the group processed the revelation of Chuck’s ending. Becky sipped her tea as Cas sat back down next to Dean. Dean looked over to him, their eyes met briefly and they shared a small smile.

“Did I never even ask about Cas?” Sam shook his head breaking the silence. “Like, you come back from fighting Billie and say he’s dead and I just… never question it?”

“Well, none of you seemed very upset about my death in that story.” He turned back to Dean, “You were far more concerned with the pie and the dog.”

“To be fair that was probably the only thing that felt right there – pie is more important.”

Cas rolled his eyes and picked up another biscuit from the tray Becky had brought them. Ever since becoming human again he’d picked up a real sweet tooth. Dean was silently waiting for when Sam would start having a go at him too about healthy diets.

Like hell I’m going because of a rusty nail in a barn, Dean thought, I’m getting killed by a heart attack and Cas’s gonna die of diabetes. Sammy’ll still get to outlive us both though.

“It’d be nice to think Jack is doing that with heaven though.” Sam said, “You know, rebuilding things, making it actually good.”

“I guess we’ll have to see when we get there. Which will not be soon, we fought for a bit of peace and I’m intending to actually enjoy mine.”

“We can just ask him next time he’s home.” Cas added.

Dean shook his head stifling a laugh with his hand, “Can you imagine if we’d made him God I mean- He’s three for crying out loud. He made me buy him a Marvellous Marvin the Talking Teddy three months ago.”

“You bought him that?”

“Wait so Jack didn’t become God?”

“God no, no he’s not God.” Dean plucked the biscuit Cas had just picked up out of his hand and started to eat it, “I mean he is up in heaven, but he’s just helping Michael get things running again with all the angels back from the Empty.”

“I’m confused, so you didn’t kill Chuck?”

“Noash fukind matr-“

“Chuck’s gone, but he’s not dead.” Sam interrupted the garbled explanation Dean was trying to make through a mouthful of cookie. “We found a way to umm- bind him I guess? In his own mind so he didn’t even know it was happening. Rowena and I did the spell and Dean set the trap.”

“I was still as useless as in Chuck’s version.” Cas clarified taking another biscuit to make up for his stolen one.

“Hey, if you hadn’t saved me from Billie we’d all have been toast. You were key.”

“Wait so Chuck’s not human and he’s not dead?”

“No- God I can’t believe he made himself human. I can’t believe we made him human and then said that was a punishment – sorry, no he’s kind of in a uhhh…”

“Alternate universe.” Sam added, “but one just for him. It’s more like an alternative plane of reality inside his own mind where he can write whatever stories he wants and think they’re real but they’re not. They can’t hurt anyone.”

“But he’s God so…. They might be real? He could be making them real.”

Sam twisted his mouth thinking, it was something he’d considered but didn’t want to dwell on.

“Well it’s not us.” Dean declared, “And honestly, if he makes another world with other Sams and Deans and Cas’s and Jacks then they’ll defeat him some other way. Like Inception, but with God!” He grinned at his reference even as the rest of the room ignored him.

Becky leant back in her armchair letting out a sigh of relief. “I’m glad you guys are ok. You too Cas, he was really adamant about killing you off.”

“Dean was very adamant about bringing me back.” Cas looked over to Dean, a soft smile and look of adoration of his face.

Dean blushed, trying to cover it up with a cough. “Yeah well, I had some stuff to say.”

Becky grinned, taking a sip of her tea as Sam suddenly started to find the wallpaper very interesting.

“So, what are you guys going to do know?” Becky asked after the moment had become sufficiently awkward. “I mean no Chuck, no apocalypse, no world to save. Are you going to keep hunting, or…?”

Sam, Dean and Cas looked at each other.

“I don’t know,” Sam said.

“Honestly, I’m thinking Chuck had it right with the pie festival.”

Becky and Sam laughed at that.

Cas took another biscuit

***

Dean closed the boot of the Impala with a soft thud. Becky had given each of them one of her dioramas she sold on Etsy. It was always a bit weird being reminded that their life was a story that some people liked to collect stuff from for fun but he had to admit the miniature scale replica of Baby she’d given him was awesome.

Sam stood at the door giving Becky a hug and thanking her for the lunch. She hadn’t quite explained to the rest of the family who these three strange large men were that were randomly joining them for lunch beyond “They’re just some Supernatural fans I know from the internet.” Her husband had spent the entire time struggling to believe that lie even moreso after Cas had slightly traumatised one of the kids with an in-depth description of the dangers of invasive wasps to honey bee colonies.

Dean wandered over to where Cas stood beside Sam and Becky.

“Thanks again for checking on us Becky.” Dean said, accepting the hug she gave him.

“Of course, I always knew you’d beat him but it’s good to know for sure.”

“Sure is.” Dean took a step back, “Well I guess we’ll be seeing you?”

“Next Supernatural convention?”

“Absolutely not.”

“Even if there’s a ghost?”

“You do know we’re not the only hunters in America.”

Becky bit her lip.

“What?”

“Nothing,” she paused, “it’s just, this is exactly how I would have written it.”

Sam raised his eyebrows in surprise, Dean brows knitted as Cas tilted his head.

“I don’t- not that you had to go through all that. Just that now you can actually take a break. Be normal, do your laundry-“

“-Sam and Dean have always done their laundry. That’s how they clean their clothes.” Cas piped up in confusion.

“-Be happy. Get to actually enjoy living in the world you saved. Have free will and be at peace.”

Dean chuckled, “I mean I’m personally good with never doing my laundry. But you’re right, it’s weird but good.”

“We’ll stay in touch Becky.” Sam said.

“I’ll hold you to that.”

They waved their goodbyes and walked back over to the Impala. Dean got in behind the wheel, Sam in shotgun and Cas in the back.

Turning the key the Impala revved to life. The radio began to sing, the opening chords to Kansas’s Carry on Wayward Song filling the car.

Dean slammed the radio off.

“God, I think Chuck has forever ruined that song for me.”

Sam laughed, in the back Cas even let out a chuckle as he leant his head against the window ready for the long drive home.

It wasn’t their heaven. Not yet anyway. And that made it so much more.

#spn fic #spn spoilers #supernatural coda #destiel #destiel fic #deancas #spn #supernatural #spn 15x20 #as you can see i'm not impressed #also becky's gonna be real mad when she gets back from being thanos snapped and runs into sam ten years later at the mall #only to find out that dean died ages ago from a rusty barn nail #that will be her villain origin story #my fic

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poisoned-peppermint · 3 years ago

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Part 4 of incorrect quotes because i feel obligated to make more due to the sheer number of people who liked it

Dream: My dearest beloved fuckos, is a fun, gender-neutral way to begin a speech

George: See also, esteemed bastards

Bad: Gentlefolk, Ferals, and Domesticated cryptids.

Sapnap: My fellow yees and haws

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Techno:Hey I know skyrim is revered as a classic but are we just going to ignore the fact that the entire game only had like 3 voice actors

Wilbur:Stop right there criminal cum

Techno:My ancestors are smiling at me, bastard, can you say the same

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Foolish:When's your bedtime :)

Purpled: Whenever I next collapse in purely up to the gods

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Ranboo:Human skin is a fursuit for skeletons

Tubbo: i’m going to debone you like a fucking trout

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Bad:You’re enough

Bad: love yourself!!!!!!! or suffer my wrath!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Dream:And by wrath I mean love!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Bad:no I mean wrath!!!!! You reading this, if you don't love yourself I’ll beat you with a stick!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

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Bad:I hope everyone is today well! And tomorrow!!!! After that you’re on your own.

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Bad:what am I supposed to do all day while you’re at work

Skeppy:I don’t know, what do you normally do while I’m gone

Bad: wait for you to get back

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Velvet:For my next stunt, I’ll wake up at 5am on the day I can sleep in

Ant:Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy, wealthy and wise.

Velvet:Early to bed and early to rise makes me a massive bitch

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Tubbo: 3:23 AM make a wish

Ranboo: I wish that you would go to sleep

Tuddo: Yeah well I wish I grew an inch taller every day as you get an inch shorter until you’re as flat as as a piece of paper and I’m 11 feet tall

Ranboo: You’re going to die of a mixture of skeletal instability and heart disease.

Tubbo: Yeah but I’ll look good while doing it.

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Bad:Disrespect me again and I’ll determine your bodies resonant frequency and play a jaunty horn solo that boils your miserable organs inside out

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Quackity: If I were dating you? Well, heh. Let’s just say horses wouldn't be called horses anymore

Karl: hey what the honk does this mean…..I’m shaking what does this mean!

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Skeppy: Are you ok?

Bad wrapped in a burrito blanket drinking his 6th cup of coffee: Yes, this is exactly what mental stability looks like

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Sam: My hands are cold

Ponk: *holds their hands*

Ponk: better?

Sam: My lips are cold too

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George at dream’s funeral: can I have a moment alone with them?

Sapnap: of course *leaves*

George leaning over dream’s casket: Now listen, I know you’re not dead.

Dream: yeah no shit

~~~~~~

Skeppy, jokingly: I should have Bad kill you for that.

Bad, peering around the corner: Who do I need to kill?

Skeppy: Wh- no, I was just kidding around.

Bad, pulling out a switchblade: No, who’s bothering you

~~~~~~

Bad *watching the news*: Some idiot tried to fight a squid at the aquarium.

Skeppy *covered in ink*: Maybe the squirt was being a dick.

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Peacock: *spreads feathers at Bad*

Skeppy: It’s trying to attract a mate

Bad, extremely confused: *shyly lifts top*

Skeppy: No!

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Sapnap: Karl, do you eat olives? My dad wants to know

Karl: No, I hate olives. Olives are the spawn of satan. I hate olives so much my mom forced me to live in Mount olive for the rest of my childhood as a curse from the olive gods. Do you understand how much olives have ruined my life? I'm so offended that you asked me that have some consideration for people who have been abused by olives please!

Sapnap: K A R L ……….they’re just olives!!?

Karl: JUST OLIVES EXCUSE!

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Tommy: If you’re bored you can simply close your eyes and rotate a cow in your mind. It’s free and the cops can’t stop you

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Wilbur: is there anyone even named sheldon irl?

Tubbo: my class turtle from 6th grade :)

Wilbur: that’s a turtle

Tubbo: When god sings with his creations, will a turtle not be part of the choir?

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Ranboo: No bcuz why do ppl like salad?? What’s so good about it

Tubbo: chew leaf like god intended

Ranboo: No

Tubbo: Abandon god and see what he does next time you lift your hands in prayer

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Tommy: Guys, there’s a monster under my bed and it’s really ugly.

Wilbur, on the bottom bunk: Honestly, fuck you.

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Quackity: So according to the cease and desist order I got, apparently you can’t ‘legally’ be a lawyer if your license is ‘cut out of a cereal box’.

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Puffy: If you had too, what would you give up food or sex?

Bad: Sex.

Skeppy: Seriously, answer faster.

Bad: I’m sorry honey, when they said sex I wasn’t thinking about sex with you.

Skeppy: It’s like a giant hug.

Puffy: Ant, what about you? What would you give up sex or food?

Ant: Food.

Puffy: Okay, how about sex or dinosaurs?

Ant: ……...Oh my God it’s like the movie Sophie’s Choice.

Gumi: What about you Velvet? What would you give up sex or food?

Velvet: Oh… um… I don’t know, it’s too hard.

Gumi: No, you gotta pick one.

Velvet: Um, food… no, sex… no, food…sex… food. Ugh! I don’t know! I want both! I- I want Antfrost on bread!

~~~~~~~

Tommy, holding a gun: If the conspiracies about life being a simulation are true WHOEVERS CONTROLLING MY SIM I JUST WANNA TALK.

~~~~~~~

Bad: Why are you guys acting like this?

Boomer: Oh, we’re not acting. We really are like this.

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Techno: Dream has only knocked me out three times this week. Our friendship is really developing.

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Tommy: You’re pathetic!

Wilbur: You’re pathetic-er!

Techno: You’re both losers.

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Bad: I wish I could help you, but I shorn’t.

Skeppy: Bad, please!

Bad: What part of shorn’t don’t you understand?

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Tubbo: Why did you leave Wrestlemania on for Michal?

Ranboo: They need to learn how to protect us.

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Antfrost: I regret getting dragged into your heterosexual tomfoolery.

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Bad: Strawberry milk doesn’t taste like strawberry OR milk.

Skeppy: Go the fuck to sleep Bad!

Bad: LANGUAGE!!

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Ranboo: Tubbo, please calm down.

Tubbo: I asked for two large fries!

Tubbo: *dumps fries onto table*

Tubbo: But all they did was give me a MILLION FUCKING LITTLE ONES!

~~~~~~

Bad: That was the worst throw ever. Of all time.

Skeppy: Not my fault. Somebody put a wall in the way.

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Wilbur: When you’ve been on the internet for as long as I have, you develop thick skin.

Tommy: Navy blue isn’t your color.

Wilbur: Navy blue brings out my eyes you prick! *Chases after Tommy*

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Bad: *Pulls a glass a water from out of nowhere*

Puffy: Where did you get that?.

Bad: My pocket.

Puffy: How do you keep a glass of water in your pocket?

Bad: Skills.

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Tubbo: I will come to your house after work and knock on your window at 11 AM. You will not open the curtains, knowing full well what awaits you, but the knocking only grows louder, more demanding. Finally it stops, your ears ringing. You nervously let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. You're safe now. Minutes pass by and you start to relax. And then you hear a knock at the front door. Like before, you stay still and clutch the blankets around you. You try to tell your self that it's just your imagination. Maybe the milk man? But why would he come so late? Everyone else was asleep, save for Naomi who was playing video games down stairs. To your relief, the knocking stops after a few. Minutes and you breath easy once more. Until you hear a knock on your bedroom door. You don't move. It's just your imagination. She isn't here. She can't be here. You tell yourself, shutting your eyes and willing yourself to sleep. The knock comes again, but with horror you realize that it came from the closet inside your room. You know that you have no choice. You get up, climbing out of bed with shaking limbs. You walk to the closest, trembling, and holding back the tears threatening to spill over your porcelain cheeks. You hesitate with your hand over the closet handle. Maybe it's just your imagination? She's not really there. You can go to sleep and laugh it off in the morning. Your naive thoughts are cut off by another, more demanding knock on the closet door, inches from your face. You know what you have to do. You open the closet door, and there she stands. Chuck e cheese, the mouse looms over you in the dim light. It's soulless eyes boor into you. It raises its arms, and you flinch as it begins to floss at lightning speed. Tears spill over your cheeks. This is the last thing you'll ever see.

Ranboo: Wait, Chuck e cheese’s pronouns are she/her? Trans Chuck e cheese? Good for her.

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Bad: Would you like something to drink? *They opened the fridge* We have water, milk, juice, spiders, Dr. Pepper-

Quackity: Spiders?

Bad: Spiders it is then.

Quackity: No, that wasn’t-

*But they were already pouring him a brimming glass of spiders…

~~~~~~

Puffy : Make her pussy wet not her eyes.

Velvet : Make his dick hard not his life.

Punz : Break her bed not her heart.

Skeppy : Play with his boobs not his feelings.

Ant : Get on his dick not his nerves.

Bad : Always salt your pasta while boiling it.

~~~~~~~

Wilbur: Bet you can’t eat 15 crayons!

Tommy: Bet you I can!

Phil: *sips coffee, checks to make sure 911 is still on speed dial, and goes back to reading the paper*

~~~~~~~

Ant: We need a way to lure in new customers?

Ponk: Maybe we could have some fun, interactive events!

Skeppy: Badboyhalo bath water.

Bad: ABSOLUTELY NOT!

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Fundy: GET BACK HERE YOU DUMB FUCK!

Wilbur: LET ME RUN FROM THE CONSEQUENCES OF MY ACTIONS!

~~~~~~~~

Bad: Mint is just cold spicy.

Pummel party Squad: …

Gumi: What the actual fuck is wrong with you.

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Quackity: Isn’t it amazing how I can feel so bad and still look so good?

~~~~~~~

Tommy: Why does my arm shake and turn bright red when I’m eating dirt?

Phil:

Phil: Why are you eating dirt?

Tommy: Did I ask you if I should eat dirt? No, so answer my question.

~~~~~~~

Tubbo: I wish I could control wasps and bees to sting my enemies.

Quackity: You’re too young to have enemies.

Tubbo: You don’t even know.

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Skeppy: Is there a cactus where your heart should be?

Puffy: What’s up your ass this morning!

Bad: *walks in* …Hi!!

Puffy: Hmm… nevermind.

Skeppy: WAIT NO!

~~~~~~~~

Skeppy: Ha! Don’t you know the trappers trap can trap the trapper?

Skeppy: I must be losing it, I’m quoting Bad.

~~~~~~~

Skeppy: Bad, I sense hostility.

Bad: Good, because I hate you

~~~~~~~

Bad: Are you a painting?

Skeppy: What-?

Bad: Because I want to pin you to a wall.

Skeppy: OH GOD I THOUGHT YOU WERE GOING TO SAY YOU WANTED TO HANG ME OR SOMETHING-

~~~~~~

Tommy: You’re giving me a sticker?

Phil: Not just a sticker. That is a sticker of a kitty saying “me-wow!”

Tommy: I’m not a preschooler.

Phil: Fine, I’ll take it back-

Tommy: I earned this, back off!

~~~~~~

Dream, sweating: George, there’s something I need to ask you-

George: Finally! You’re proposing!

Dream: How’d you know?

George: Dream, you’ve dropped the ring five times during dinner.

George: I even picked it up once

~~~~~~~~

*Bad and Skeppy looking at a locked gate into a park*

Bad: Aw. :(

Skeppy: You know what they say.

Bad: Please don’t-

Skeppy: BE GAY DO CRIME! *hops gate*

Bad: Frick-

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let me know if ya’ll want more <3

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frenchfrywrites · 3 years ago

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How about a scenario where Mc just got out the bath, so Asmo decide to steal Mc's towel. And so Mc goes to the living room in full view of everyone, completely but naked with water dripping down them. And the boys are just staying at mc's cock

Male Mc,this can be for the side boys not luke. Or for the brothers.

Now I know why my parents say I'm a disappointment... 😂😂😭

I changed this up a little bit.. anyways hope you like it because this is mostly just silly goofy with a bit of spice :P

warnings: nudity, amab reader, no pronouns assigned.. the usage of [name] in reference to the reader.

When you pull back the shower curtain and find your clothes missing you know exactly who the culprit is. You curse him for taking your towel too. You dry yourself as best as you can with a hand towel, then attempt to call Asmo (the thief!). He doesn’t pick up- smart but unfortunate for you, meaning you’ll have to go out and get them back yourself.

“Asmo!!” You call, peaking your head out the bathroom door.

“In the living room dear!” Motherfucker. You sigh, knowing that chaos is about to erupt within the house of lamentation. Not much you can do to stop it though, you want your clothes back.

You make your way to the living room in your birthday suit, hoping it’s just Asmo in there. Of course they’re all together in the room- well, actually that’s wrong, Lucifer is missing. You wonder briefly if you’ve been cursed, because it sure feels like it.

“Can I have my clothes back?” you ask. Asmo looks up, mouth open but the words die on his tongue at the sight of you. You flush under his hungry gaze, a look you'd typically expect from Beel. Mammon screams, calling the attention of the rest of the demons, who’d till this point, had been consumed with whatever they were doing.

“WHERE'RE YER CLOTHES????!!!!!!!” “Where are your clothes?” Mammon, howling, and Beel, genuinely curious, ask you at the same time. You groan, covering your red face with your sweaty hands,

“I don’t know! That’s why I’m here,” you explain, exhausted and embarrassed.

“And you didn’t think to wear a towel?” Satan chastises, sounding peeved, but when you peak through your fingers you find him flushed, and pointedly not looking at your crotch. Unlike Beel, Mammon, and Asmo whose eyes are glued to your dick. You squeak, doing your best to cover yourself with one hand, while the other continues to cover your face.

“There wasn’t one! Otherwise I would have!!” you cry back.

“Ohmygodohmygodohmygod” Levi has started chanting, covering his eyes.

“I’ll uh… go grab you something to wear,” Satan decides, standing, using the book he'd been reading to cover his lap.

“Oh no you won’t,” Asmo stops him, “you’d pick the most disastrous outfit known to man. I cannot have my darling experience the humiliation that you’d put [name] through by doing that,”

“Is that why you stole the clothes?” Satan ponders, “So you could play dress up?” Asmo gasps at the accusation, and were he wearing pearls, he’d be clutching them,

“First of all, I didn’t steal the clothes!!!” You hear Belphie, who’d not reacted at all until this point (causing you to believe that he was asleep), start laughing.

“Yeah right, who else here would steal their clothes?”

“Mammon obviously!! He probably took them and was planning to sell them!” Asmo points his finger at the Avatar of Greed.

“IT WASN’T ME I SWEAR!!!!!!!!!!” Mammon cries eyes wide, voice cracking, “It was probably Levi!!!”

Levi stutters for an unnecessary amount of time until finally getting out a comprehensible sentence, “what would I even do with those normie clothes?!!! It was Satan who did it!”

“It wasn’t me. I’ve been here the whole time [name] was in the shower,” Satan states with an eye roll, bringing up the only logically sound point so far. “I’ll bet it was Belphie, taking comfortable clothes to sleep on," well his logic was short lived, that's for sure. Belphie laughs again,

“If I wanted to sleep on something comfortable I wouldn’t sleep on clothes. I bet it was Beel- no it wasn’t Beel,” Belphie cuts himself off, rolling over into a more comfortable position on the couch.

“It wasn’t me,” Beel concludes, like there was ever a doubt.

“What’s with all the noise in- why the hell are you naked??!!” Lucifer finally makes his entrance.

“Someone took my stuff when I was in the shower!!!” you wail.

“Oh. Uh” Lucifer clears his throat, a blush covering his cheeks, “unfortunately, I think that was me.”

“YOU??!!” You and several of the brothers cry, entirely shocked by the reveal of the culprit.

“Well, yes I suppose it was. I apologize, I’d gone in and taken them, thinking they were dirty ones, I have a load of laundry going right now.” You groan while Mammon cackles at his brother’s confession.

“Ugh, god, ok. Mystery solved I guess” you sigh at all this nonsense. “I’ll go get other clothes,”

“Right. Again, I apologize,” Lucifer states, a bit awkwardly. You back out of the room, then dash to your room. You’re never going to hear the end of this, but the only joy you get out of this is knowing that Lucifer will be dragged longer, and worse than you.

#youre not a disappointment for requesting this btw #spice #brainrot #rq

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certified-sloth · 3 years ago

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I want to see the brothers reacting to wholesome baby Belphie, i'll make one for the other brothers as babies in a bit-

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Brothers with Baby!Belphie

Lucifer

Just as he was about to leave his office, he found his youngest brother in front of his door with doe amethyst eyes staring at him.

He picked him up carefully and stared at him with furrowed eyebrows.

He'll have to take care of him while he finds the culprits and punish them, then he'll look for the re-

He was snapped back to reality when he heard a small giggle.

He turned his attention back to his brother to be met with his smiling face.

Ah, how long had it been since he smiled at him like this?

"Wuciiii~~~" he called out with bright eyes. It looks like little Belphie's mind had been altered to when he was younger.

This brought back memories when Belphie used to be so open with him. He would smile at him like this and Lucifer couldn't help but miss it dearly.

The guilt of how he harshly laid out the truth to him washed over his mind. He frowned and pulled Belphie closer in his arms.

"The current you wouldn't be smiling so sweetly like this if you knew how I treated you..."

He whispered as he kissed his forehead lovingly.

Mammon

He just went to the common room to see if there was any leftover grimm only to find a small blob on the cou- is that Belphie?

He went closer to confirm and found it was really his brother.

He picked him up and examined him all over.

Why was Belphie tiny?

He blinks multiple times when Belphie squirms a little and his eyes slowly open to see Mammon's face.

"Belphie? What happened to you?" He asked, as if a literal baby would answer.

It didn't seem like he understood his elder brother, so he had an idea.

He went out and picked a random flower and showed it to him.

"You used to love flowers, didn't ya? Isn't this pretty?" He asked Belphie with a grin.

The youngest stared at the flower and smiled, touching it.

Mammon chuckled and patted Belphie's cheek lightly.

"Were ya always this cute when you were younger?"

Leviathan

He heard a small thud from just outside of his door, just as he took off his headphones.

He went to check it out of curiosity to see a baby collapsed on the floor.

Looks like it was tired from crawling.

He picked him up and noticed it wasn't just any baby, it was Belphie.

His eyes grew wide like saucers and freaked out immediately.

Dozens of questions went into his mind, he brought his brother inside, placed him on his bed tub and paced back-and-forth, trying to figure out why and how this happened.

It took him hours to figure out what to do, and just when he did, he turned his attention back to see Belphie sleeping peacefully.

He blinked and went silent.

He approached the tub and caressed his brother's cheek gently before smiling.

"It doesn't seem like anything changed... you're sleeping like no tomorrow today as well..."

Satan

He felt a weight on his leg as he was peacefully reading in the planetarium, comfortably seated.

He lowered his book to see what it was to see Belphie clinging to his leg.

Well, baby Belphie, not normal sized Belphie.

He hums in amusement and picks him up. "Did I unknowingly cast a spell on you while you were peacefully sleeping?"

He asked with a smile, the question directed to himself.

The youngest stared at him with unfamiliar eyes. Satan noticed how Belphie didn't seem to know him.

He laughed. "Ah, looks like your memories aren't with you at the moment." He said as he placed his brother on his lap.

"I don't think it's much of a problem for you to sleep in this age, shall I read to you to help faster?" He offered, even if he wasn't going to be answered.

He made Belphie lay comfortably on him and proceeded to read for him.

Aside from plotting with the youngest against Lucifer, he sometimes enjoys moments like this as well.

Asmodeus

Oh? He came back after a trip from Majolish to see a baby sprawled on the floor.

He looked down closely to see it was the 7th born.

He gasped audibly and immediately dropped his bags to pick his brother up.

"The floor is dirty Belphie! You'll ruin your clothes!" He scolded in worry as he dusted the youngest off.

But then he paused for a moment to realize his brother turned into a literal baby.

Did the others know? Hm... that doesn't matter, he can dress up Belphie in the cutest onesies and have him go viral in devilgram!

As he was thinking of what outfits to dress the youngest with, he felt a tiny hand touch his cheek.

He turned his attention back to Belphie with confused eyes to be met with a small smile.

At that moment his heart melted, he giggled and cuddled his brother.

"Oh aren't you just the cutest thing in this age? I could die from how sweet you're being right now Belphie."

He looked down to see Belphie enjoying his warmth.

He smiled warmly at this. How long had it been since he was able to hold him like this?

Beelzebub

He came to check on Belphie in their room to see no one-

Wait... what's that lump on Belphie's bed?

He approached his twin's bed and took off the blanket to see a baby sleeping.

He picked his twin up to see if it was actually Belphie and he was confused.

You don't just magically turn into a baby in your sleep... right..?

He looked back at his twin when he noticed him wake up slowly.

He smiled, it was still his twin.

Just younger.

"Good morning Belphie, are you hungry?" He asked, raising Belphie higher for his twin to see his face.

The younger twin blinked before seeing a familiar face.

He smiled from ear-to-ear and attempted to call out his twin's name. "Bee!"

Beel laughed and pulled Belphie closer, as carefully as he could to not hurt him.

"Let's go and eat together, breakfast is ready."

Bonus:

Belphegor

What... in the name of- he doesn't know what is going on but why is Lucifer silently sulking in the corner along with the other brothers?

Well, except for Satan who's actually hiding his sadness and disappointment behind a book.

"I even bought matching onesies..." Asmo mumbled with a pout.

Mammon then clung to Belphie's leg. "Who turned you back, huh?! I wasn't done with mini you yet! We were 'bout to go to the amusement park together!"

He stared at Mammon as if he's lost it. "Why would I want to go to the amusement park?"

"But I wanted to bring you to an eat all you can restaurant that opened up just yesterday... I heard kid's eat for free..." Beel chimed in and Belphie looked at every single one of his brothers dumbfounded.

Just what in the world happened?

#i'm feeling quite soft right now #I don't think my heart can't take it #obey me shall we date #om!#obey me scenarios #obey me imagines #obey me fluff #obey me headcanons #lucifer obey me #mammon obey me #levi obey me #satan obey me #asmo obey me #beel obey me #belphie obey me

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atsukashii · 3 years ago

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part eight | ❝the one where it begins❞

➛ in your defence, when you had come across an advert for a roommate from someone named tooru oikawa, you thought it was a girl. but you decide that living with oikawa won’t be a problem, his super hot roommate though? yeah, that’s definitely going to fuck your life up.

» paring : hajime iwaizumi x f! reader

» genre : college au, fluff

» word count : 2.9 k

» warning : no words, just peaking here

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‘Winter’s well under the way with the first snowfall of the year expected to make landfall tonight. So prepare for delay’s on the roads tomorrow with the underlying frost-’

A loud sneeze shocks you out of concentration on the weather reading, and you turn to the culprit with raised eyebrows. “Um, bless you?” Kenma eyes you with annoyance before reaching across the kotatsu towards the box of tissues in the middle.

“I hate winter.” He grumbles and you lean back on your hands as you smile at him.

“You hate every season,” you point out, stretching your legs under the warm blanket. Kenma either doesn’t bother answering you because he agrees or just isn’t dignifying you with a response - a common tactic he uses around his friends. Either way it has you grinning, and for a moment, Kenma’s blank expression crumbles into a soft smile of his own.

“I’m glad you’re feeling better. I was worried.” Your grin wanes ever so slightly, because you despise the fact that you’ve made all four of your best friends worry about you more than they normally would. But you can’t deny that being around them and out of your apartment has helped.

If anything, it’s made the blatant and obvious fact that you’re a colossal dummy more prominent than ever. You’d just assumed the worst, and not given Iwaizumi a chance to even think before you’d run away in cowardice. And every second you spent away was a back and forth pull of ‘i’m giving myself space’ and ‘you’re giving him space to sort it out’. Because Iwaizumi wasn’t the type of person to let that go, and you didn’t want him to. You need to talk to him, and you know as much as you both are inept in communication when it comes to feelings a lot, it's a foundation of your friendship. You owed him the truth, and now, you owe him to listen.

You’ve just got to work up the courage to go home and actually have that conversation.

“Thanks for letting me crash here.” You reply, jerking your thumb at the futon in the corner where you’d slept last night. You’d come straight here from your apartment, knowing that Kenma would be home. He’d simply opened the door, and looked you over before asking if you wanted K.F.C.

“Like you have to ask.” Kenma shrugs, turning his whole attention back to playing the game on his switch. You thumbed at the peeled mandarin resting on the table in front of you and shoved a slice into your mouth. “And I don't hate every season. I don’t mind Spring, even if it brings the satanic duo of hayfever and bee’s.” Rolling your eyes at his words, you lay back on the floor staring up at the ceiling as you chew.

“You only like spring because that’s when Shoyo comes back from Brazil.” You argue, and once again Kenma’s silence is answer enough.

A banging on the front door has you sitting up suddenly once more, glancing at your two-toned haired friend again. “You expecting someone Koz?” He doesn’t even lift his eyes from his game as he replies calm as ever.

“No. If it's one of our friends, just tell them I've come down with the bubonic plague and my last request is for them to leave me to die in peace. Unless it's somehow Shoyo, then he can come in.” You snort back a laugh as you get to your feet. May as well open it seeing as Kenma’s making no move to answer it. Walking down the hall in your sweats, you fasten your speed slightly as another knock sounds against the wood, this time more frantic. Although, you’re not all that worried as your friends have the tendencies to both drop in unannounced and be dramatic when doing so. So the notion that it’s Kuroo just being impatient is highly probable. As a result, you open the door with a laugh bubbling from your lips.

“Kuroo if you want to survive the plague in this house then you better have food-” Your words, your thoughts, your air cuts off as you find yourself looking not at your friend, but a very dishevelled Iwaizumi.

“Iwa… what are you doing here?” You don’t even realise that you’ve used his nickname until some of the nerves that are wound around him so tight finally loosen. Glancing over his shoulder, you can’t make out his car in the busy street and your brows furrow. How did he get here?

“You weren’t at home.” Is all he says, clenching and unclenching his fists at his side. For a moment, you just blink back at him, not knowing how to reply to that. It was more of a fact than a response, seeing hadn’t stayed there since the appearance of reality in the kitchen that morning yesterday. So to say that you’re surprised by the visit was the understatement of the century.

“I haven’t been for days...Is everything alright?” You manage to ask, inside your chest your heart thumps painfully as you take in his state. As someone who looks collected all the damn time, the person standing in front of you is a version of Iwaizumi you’ve yet to meet. He looks like he’s been through hell and back, and all you want to do is comfort him, but that’s not your job. You’re not allowed to - where the fuck are his shoes?

You find yourself staring at Iwaizumi’s sock covered feet and he simply shifts his weight, drawing your attention back to his face. Had he not thought to grab shoes before coming here?

“How could you possibly love someone like me?” His deep voice blurts out, breaking the momentary silence and your brain just empties. As you stutter for a quick reply with your heart lodged in your throat, maybe this was how Iwaizumi felt when you’d your feelings at his feet and ran. No this was definitely what that felt like. And the idiot of the year award goes to...

“What?” Is all you can say, but Iwaizumi just stands two steps below you, tucking his hands into his jean pockets as he frowns at you.

“I’m not a good person y/n. I’m an asshole, a douche bag and can be a shitty friend. How could you love someone like that.” Well that’s a load of shit, and you go to tell him so.

“Iwaizumi-”

“No I don’t get it. You came into our lives as this little ball of sunshine and we didn’t even know you were what we were missing until you got there. You’re what I was missing my whole life - I just didn’t know it until you showed up on my doorstep horrified over the fact Oikawa wasn’t a girl.” For the nth time, your brain completely empties as you hang off his ever word, as if wanting them to permanently etch them into memory. You let out a shaky breath as you listen, watching closely as Iwaizumi drags a hand through his hair. “I can’t sleep, I can’t pay attention in class, I can barely go home because it feels wrong. I can’t go into the living room without seeing you and Shitty-Kawa fighting over damn reality shows. The kitchen is a no-go too because all I see is you pouting over the fact you left your herbs with us for two days and even though we watered them, they still died. I see your damn shampoo in the shower and your mugs in the sink. You’re everywhere and yet you’re not. And I miss you.” It’s one step, then two until Iwaizumi clears most of the stairs and enters your space. Only a single step separates you two as you toe the edge of the porch. You’ve never been more anxious to take a single step in your life, but as he keeps speaking, honesty bleeds out of every pore you want to bridge the space so badly it eats at you.

“It’s not home anymore, and I've been trying to figure out why I'm so angry, and miserable and because it's you. You’re not there.”

“Iwa, what are you saying… I don’t, I don’t think - ” you stutter, breaking his gaze and staring at your hands as heat flames your face, your heartbeat in your ears. But then there’s cold hands on your cheeks, and the air just whooshes out of your lungs.

“I’m saying that I’m an idiot. A colossal moron and the most oblivious human being on the face of the planet.” Iwaizumi has bridged the final gap between you, and cradled your cheeks as if you’re made of the finest and rarest china. Those hands calloused from the hours spent in the gym hold you with a softness that is rarely ever shown from him. He’s going to be the death of you. “And that it may have taken a volleyball spike to the head and almost ruptured eardrums, but I realised the source of my happiness was gone. So I had to come and find it.” He’s talking about you right. Holy shit he’s talking about you.

“I love you y/n. You’re a sneaky little shit you know, getting under my skin so silently that I didn’t realise it until you physically screamed it at me.” Guilt enters you for only a second before the deep laugh that rumbles from his chest has it dissipating as quickly as it came. “You assumed I didn’t feel the same, and I can’t blame you for it because I didn’t even know. But I promise you, I have never been more certain over anything in my entire life.”

Your eyes sting as a shaky breath finally leaves your mouth. The moment is perfect, and you don’t want to shatter it but you have to ask, knowing you can’t move forward until you do. “What about Alisa.”

“I explained the whole situation to her over the phone my way here. Does that make me a prick? Probably. But I don’t fucking care, I wanted to see you. I needed to be here.” You try to pull away torn at his words. It’s all you’ve wanted to hear but a pinch of doubt tugs deep inside your chest. You hate that it does, but fear swells from it until you’re looking back up into Iwaizumi’s dark eyes.

“Iwaizumi, you can’t just suddenly realise that you love me.”

“Say’s who?” His words catch you off guard, and once again you find yourself speechless. “Who says that I can’t be in love with someone and not notice it yet someone like Shitty-Kawa and apparently everyone else around me can. Who says I can’t notice it at the last moment and chase it?” It’s the assurance in his eyes, as well as the gentle thumb running across your cheekbone that have his words sinking deep into your bones, etching a place there for eternity. He loves you… He loves you.

“You mean it?’ Your words are nothing but a faint wobbly whisper, as overwhelming emotion claws at your throat. “You have to mean it Iwa because I can’t do this again.” With a gentleness that rivals his movements from earlier, Iwaizumi’s forehead presses to yours as a breath of what you think is relief slips past his mouth.

“I mean it's dumbass, with every fibre of my being. I love you y/n.” He replies, his words holding so much promise that he seals by dropping his head and slanting his lips against yours. As cliché and overused as it sounds, kissing Iwaizumi gives you the same rush of excitement as seeing the fresh Sakura buds every spring, sprouting through the snow that has been there so so long, and was so thick you thought surely any chance of the changing of seasons had died. But you were wrong. And more than that, he tastes like home.

Gently pulling back from you, he doesn’t retreat far, and his hands still cup your face, although much warmer now purely due to the temperature of your cheeks.

“You’re really going to call me a dumbass? After all that crap you put me through?” You can’t help but joke as exhilaration floods your bloodstream and has your brain trying to give him every reason to kiss you again. Instead of complying to your wishes which you’re sure he can one hundred percent see on your face, Iwaizumi smirks victoriously and pinches your side out of nowhere.

“Seeing as I’m not the one who argues that tomato sauce can be considered a smoothie- yeah I'm going to call it as I see it.” You eye him carefully at his diss.

“Don’t even start that with me, it’s a theory.”

“It’s a dumb one.”

You pull your head out of his hands and give him a glare that holds no malice and one you’re not even sure is one considering your grinning like a fool. “That’s it, I don’t love you anymore. I take it all back.” You don’t make it a millimetre away from him before he’s yanking you completely into his chest, beaming down at you.

“Too late sweetheart. I have no plans on letting you out of my sight again.”

“That's a bit extreme don’t you think?”

“You joke, but I'm not.” Good. That’s what you want to say, but as you look up into his brown eyes, see the affection, fondness and love swirling in them you actually want to cry. He’s so beautiful, god you’re lucky.

“I wanted to say I'm sorry. For running, for assuming the worst. I was being selfish, so I’m sorry. And I know that I'm kind of shitty with communication, but I want to be better. With you.” His eyes soften as he thumbs the outset corner of your eye. You wouldn’t be surprised if you were crying by now, so overcome with fluctuating emotions over the fact that what occurring right in this second of time isn’t a figment of a dream, but a new reality. One that you had tried to hard not to let yourself picture because you’d been afraid it would hurt more in the future. But this, standing here in the cold with him was better than you could have ever dreamt it to be.

“I’m sorry for being a fool and not noticing sooner.” He has the audacity to place a palm over your mouth as you try to argue that he’s got nothing to apologise for, and smirks at you. “And I'm not good with communication either, but for you, I'd do almost anything.” Raising your eyebrows at the kind words, as he removes his hand and showing your grin once more, there’s a light in his eyes you’ve never seen.

“Even if I ask to put a face mask on you?”

“Don’t push it short-stack.”

“What if I ask you to kiss me again?” You tease, but you’re completely serious. Iwaizumi knows it too, because any mischief in his smile drops at your words until he’s staring at you as if you were the one warming up his very soul.

“That I can do,” just as his lips brush against your own there’s a clearing of a throat behind you. Jumping in fright at the sudden noise, Iwaizumi’s arms tighten around you for good measure, and as you try to level your erratic breathing, you know you’d have slipped over if you weren’t currently cradled to Iwaizumi’s chest.

“If you guys are going to make out more, do you think you can maybe take it away from my front door? My neighbours are gossiping hags, and the last thing I need is more of the local old ladies to show up at my door and try to pry into my life.” Kenma says from behind you, and you glance at him over your shoulder, holding in a laugh as Kenma nods to Iwiazumi, taking in your position. “You’re alright I guess. You should probably come in before you both catch colds.” Kenma finishes, blinking at you both before walking off. Only when you see him out of the hall do you turn back to Iwaizumi with a snort of laughter at his perplexed look.

“You’ve got odd friends.” You gasp at his words, poking your index finger into his chest as you take a step backwards into the warmth of the house.

“Considering Oikawa is your best friend, you can’t talk.”

“He’s yours too.” Iwaizumi points out and you let out a shrug. He’s not wrong. With your other hand still firmly in his, you lead him back inside the house.

“I never said I had good taste in friends. Or boys at all for that matter.” You tease, hesitating at the front door, just to have a second longer with him. Because you know that Kenma has probably already texted your friends if the buzzing in your back pocket is anything to go by, meaning that there will probably be a full house soon. Iwaizumi smiles at you in understanding, looping his arms around your waist, pulling you impossibly closer as if like you he can’t get enough of having you in front of him, and leans in to kiss you once more.

“Your taste in boys may be shit, but I know a good thing when I see it. Although it may take me a long time to figure it out.”

“That's a damn understatement - but I've got to ask; where the fuck are your shoes?” The laugh that rumbles against your lips you think might just be the most beautiful thing you’ve ever heard in your life.

“They weren’t important.”

“So I rank higher than some necessary items… good to know.” you tease looking back up into his eyes once more before he claims your mouth in a passionate kiss that has your heart flipping inside your chest.

“Always.”

a/n : holy shitties thats it! There's still an epilogue coming and a special chapter in iwa's p.o.v. based just after part five, but for now, thats all of the brunt work done. i hope you've all enjoyed reading this as much as i fucking adored writing it <3

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calehenituseappreciation · 4 years ago

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Ive seen a lot of Dream (and usually Techno and Phil too) as gods au (i have one too dw) but all of you are sleeping on the funniest option.

Tommy is the god.

Tommy.

hes the only one in that galaxy (other than drista ofc)

Just imagine how fucking funny it is like

it would be so fucking hilarious

and tommy just doesnt tell them

so techno is just there making all these blood god jokes and jokingly telling tommy to serve him and tommys just laughing

imagine a god in the form of a chaotic 16 year old racoon gremlin just walts into your land commits arson and gets banned, only to come back with another person who he helps start a nation for drugs?

imagine how fucking funny it is

just

imagine tubbo banning a literal god from his lands and he just doesnt come back? he just plays by the rules? then goes and like sits in the corner all sad because some humans/dreamons told him to leave

ranboo, just joining the server: hi- a chaotic gremlin god: wanna commit arson with me? ranboo, just trying to vibe and maybe not disturb this god: sure

Phil and Ranboo recongnize Tommy as a god on sight.

Everyone else just refuses to believe it. hes Tommy. Tommyinnit. hes just weird lol

And Drista being a fucking chaotic blood god?

drista is open about her godhood and does not hesitate to spawn blocks

Drista finds Dream and decides she likes this small human, and dream just has to deal with it lmao.

drista and tommy are both born at the same time.

Tommy is a god of music, chaos, war and theivery (the last one bc he is a BITCH)

Drista is the blood god, chaos, deception, and theatre

okay but imagine the sbi interactions... like ig in this au tommy joins at like 12/13 years of age (in their minds) so he doesnt really grow much

and like tommy, a literal god, just claiming phil as his father???

phil, in his house making eggs, assuming one of his sons woke up and came to the kitchen, not looking: hey son tommy, from their couch, already deciding hes phils son now: whats up dad? phil: looks up at tommy who are you tommy: idk dad, who am i phil: *stares at tommy for a second* eh i made extra eggs you can stay

ASJIDGASUIOG IMAGINE TOMMY TELLING THEM HES A GOD BUT THEY THINK HES JOKING AND IGNORE HIM

everyone on the server: tommy is the youngest! tommy, as old as the universe: no im not!!!! im not a child!!!! he doesnt pout because pouting is for children and hes not a child but hes pouting tubbo: lol im older than you by a month tommy dont try to hide it tommy: im not a child!!!! techno: laughs

tommy doesn't try to hide that hes a god just its tommy

thats all the evedince anyone needs to think tommy isnt a god or powerful its like mcc hes good but only when he doesnt throw for content

quackity: sees drista written in bedrock lmao drista visited? tommy: yeah! i wrote that for her! quackity: snorts yeahhhh sureee tommy

imagine like how fucking funny it is jsut like

a fucking chaotic god breaks into your house androbs you makes a room under your house and decides to live in your floorboards

imagine dream like trying to manipulate tommy, and tommy a fucking anchient diety immeditly recongnizes what hes doing

but decides to play along for the angst and giggles and then actually gets mad when no one fucking cares for his theatrics

tommy, storming off to technos base to rob and build under: >:///// cant believe none of them acknoledged my deppression

i love that tommy stills robs everyone, he doesnt need to he can spawn in anything he wants

he just does it for the sport of robbery

JAKOGFSDOH

THE HOLY LAND

dream: im god actually tommy: thats so fucking funny lets make a cult about that :) dream: see! look! im god! and jesus! tommy: wheezing

imagine tommy getting stressed and letting go of his mortal form

Tommy, his human form peeling away, showing his actual form a bit: WH̸͘A͠T̷ ̶̢T͞H͢E ̡͘F̴̵͘Ù̧C͜K҉ ̶T͘͜͞E͟CHǸ͏Ǫ Techno: HAH?

tommy just saw tubbo and got emotionally attached

Tommy, a literal god: hello Tubbo: oh hi do you like my pet bee? Tommy: you’re mine now Tubbo: im okay with this

tommy, a bored god: gives techno shapeshifting powers techno, not even caring: changes into more human to pig-ishg forms as he wishes this is my life now ig

phil lets tommy do fuck all in exile bc he knows hes a god hes fine

phil: IDC IF YOURE A GOD! YOU WILL DO THE DISHES NOW YOUNG MAN! tommy: grumbles but does them

phil is the only one who can control tommy

god... tommy... with star freckles... on his human form... (as well as his god one)

tommy: f̷͛͠a̵̋t̵̒̑h̸̚e̶̓͝r̸͊ ̸̐̒i̴ ̸̅̿d̷̉͆o̵͂͋ ̵̛̆ñ̸̾ő̶́t̸̎́ w̶͆͘i̴͠s̵̓̈́h̸͗́ ̵̯͗f̶͋́ő̴͑r̷̐̌ ̶͝é̵̽g̸͊͂g̵̒s̷͂̃ phil: idc, eat your goddamn eggs tommy: pouts

tommy, despite being able to get supplies himself by fucking spawning them in: hey tubbo? we need supplies

In this au ig like if a god claims you you get a mark on your skin showing that. Drista’s would be like a green crown, Tommys would be a red and white disk (white as the outer ring and red as the center) (its different enough that if you don’t realise tommy is a god you wouldnt realise whos it is) (schlatt is the only one who never had one which shoulda been a sign dude :/)

Dream has two from the beginning, everyone else has only one, well until they meet drista. (sbi have had one since they met tommy, though they dont remember the first time they met tommy)

wait what if tommy like found them all as children one by one and later kinda pulled some strings to get them all in one kingdom. (he still joined sbi through forcing phil to adopt him)

OKAY BUT IMAGINE IF TOMMY MET TECHNO WHEN TECHNO WAS YOUNG ENOUGH TO NOT REMEMBER

tommy would hang out with baby techno and tell him stories

once he told him the story of a man named thesus

another time he told him the story of a blood god

like for example tommys first time meeting techno would be like

(for context techno lived in a shitty village and was an orphan and it was kinda a dog eat dog place, he learned how to be strong because of it)(he was young enough that he doesn’t remember this well, just like learning about the blood god and someone giving him gold)

baby techno: sighs tommy, appearing out of nowhere: oh heyyy whyre you sad? techno: jumps turning around with a knife up ready for a fight who are you tommy: im tommy! :) techno: what do you want from me! you dont scare me! tommy: whats your name! techno: i have a knife! i'll use it! tommy: of course, thats a given, but its rude not to tell people your name techno, confused: t-technoblade? tommy: smiles thats a nice name techno: so. tommy: hm? techno: why're you here tommy: i don't have a reason. im just a traveller! techno: then why hole to this terrible village! theres nothing nice here! everyone is terrible and so are you! tommy: hmmmm i dont agree techno: what are you? a child? i thought adults were supposed to know that everyone is mean tommy: mmhmm looks at the bruise on technos face where'd you get that? techno: fight. i won. i'll win against you too! so don't try anything. tommy: of course. i would never win in a fight against a blood god techno, putting down his knife a bit, stars in his eyes: blood god? tommy: grins blood. god. i think she'd like you. techno, muttering: maybe i can give the blood god some of your blood tommy: laughs yeah, she'd defenitly find you intresting tommy: here tosses techno a golden crown at techno, he spawned it in in the moment techno: whats this? tommy: a crown, thought it suit you screams in the distance tommy: huh. i need to go. have fun lil piglin. ruffles technos hair before running off towards the screaming unbeknownst to the pig the blood god was actually the one waiting for the god he met. techno: stares at the crown

Techno found a pouch of gold in his ‘house’ later that day. he didnt know who left it but it helped him get food for that night. (he kept the crown)

okay but imagine tommy not taking the war seriously at all, and only seeing it as a squabble between mortals, Like toddlers fighting

dream: SURENDER BY TOMMOROW OR WE'LL DECLARE WAR! wilbur: FUCK YOU WE'LL NEVER SURENDER AND JOIN YOUR SMP! Tommy: how cute

tommy doesnt realise that theyre serious until wilbur dies

tommy would usually go apeshit against anyone who dares messes with his humans, but what is he supposed to do when his humans are fighting Eachother?

wilbur: fucking goes insane and dies tommy: hey- hey can you guys let me talk to wil for a sec? everyone else leaves tommy, unsually somber: sorry i didnt help you i forgot how easily breakable mortals are tommy: this time you wont die, and i'll make it so that you dont break again, okay? tommy: brings wilburs soul out of its body and enters his mindscape ghostbur: wakes up what- where am i? tommy: hi there ghostbur: who are you tommy: i go by a lot of names all, one, you, the world, the universe, god, but you can just call me tommy ghostbur: oh okay. who am i? tommy: you're name was wilbur soot. you were the son of philza minecraft and brother to Technoblade, Tubbo and myself. ghostbur: was? tommy: well you see, you died. ghostbur: oh... well what am i then? tommy: a ghost! well actually its your choice. would you like to continue your existance or fade away with your body? ghostbur: i dont want to fade away! tommy: smiles thats what i thought you'd say stretches his hand to wilbur ghostbur: grabs tommy hand tommy: lets go home

ghostbur doesnt remember that though

he only remembers the good

tommy wont let him remember the bad, what if he breaks again? mortals are so fragile

phil realises what tommy did as soon as he sees ghostbur

drista, painting tommys nails (there both in god form btw) (after wilburs death btw): tommy shouldn't you of all gods realise how fragile they are? tommy: i know just... forgot drista: sighs and nods i get what you mean, especially with the ones we found... they act a lot like gods sometimes i forgot they arent tommy: ikr? wait- drista here gets drista's hair out of her face you were gonna get it on my nails, anyways, don't judge me. we all know if dream died you would turn him into a ghost too drista: smirks not if you do it first, we all know you would tommy: you say that as if you wouldn't fight me to do it first drista: .... tommy: ... drista: both of us when he dies? tommy: nods tommy: anyways my turn to do your nails

or like tommy with ghostbur like

ghostbur: i don't like this :( tommy, a worried brother and god: whats wrong? ghostbur: everyone is mad at me and i d-dont know why- why are they mad at me tommy: theyre mad at something alivebur did ghostbur: b-but im not alivebur sniffs it hurts. i dont like it. tommy: spawns in some blue here ghostbur: whats that? tommy: its some blue! it'll help you not hurt anymore! ghostbur: how does it work? tommy: see how its blue? ghostbur: nods tommy: well its blue because it sucks up all the bad feelings! it'll help ghostbur: !!!!! ghostbur: presses the blue into his chest ghostbur: !!!!its working!!!! :D tommy: smiles good

wilbur fucking died and tommy went from annoying little brother to caring older brother

tommy just wants to help his brother :) though he doesnt realise that not letting ghostbur remember bad memories isnt good

*at logsted shire btw* ghostbur: who are you? tommy, chuckling: did you forget me already ghostbur? ghostbur: i didnt forget you! i think! you're tommy! i just... you're different tommy, looks over at ghostbur: different how? ghostbur: you're not normal are you? tommy: grins whaaaaat? you think im weirdddd? how heartbreaking... my own brother thinks im weird, this is terrible ghostbur: giggles tommy: but really, don't worry about it bur. ghostbur: you sure? tommy: yeah, dont worry about me ghostbur: smiles okay! do you want some blue anyways? tommy: giggles sure! ghostbur: grins

ghostbur isnt worried about tommy

he knows hes strong

phil having to tell tommy that he cant just not let wilbur remember the bad memories

and tommys like "what if he breaks again!" and phil hugs him and tells him to at least ask ghostbur if he wants to remember and tommys like ‘fine’

tommy: hey bur? ghostbur: yeah? tommy: do you like you're memories? ghostbur: i mean, yeah its hard not to when you only remember the good tommy, quietly: would you want to remember the bad? ghostbur: w-what brought this question on tommy: answer the question ghostbur: no- alivebur was badi shouldn't want to- tommy: but what do you want bur? wilbur, silent for a moment: yeah- yeah i do. not that i like the bad memories! they hurt... but i wish i could remember tommy: ... ghostbur: hey tommy? tommy: yeah? ghostbur, with tears in his eyes: do you think they'd be less mad at me if i could remember, maybe then i could repair my relationships, what the hell am i supposed to do when i dont even remember hurting them? tommy: what if they dont? what if you break again? ghostbur, saltily: we'll maybe i'll be able at least be able to say i know why everyone hates me tommy: i know how to get all of your memories back ghostbur, looks towards tommy in shock: you do??? tommy: nods ghostbur, voice wavering: for how long tommy: since the beginning ghostbur: and you didnt tell me tommy: i did what i thought was best. i just didnt want you to hurt anymore. ghostbur, angrily: WELL THAT CLEARLY WORKED DIDNT IT? tommy: sorry wilbur, sometimes i forget how to handle humans ghostbur: what- tommy: sighs and taps ghostbur on the forehead and ghostbur does the ghost equivilent of passing out tommy: wont hide any memories this time

ghostbur doesnt wake up, instead wilbur wakes up weither thats good or bad we'll see

wilbur, waking up with all his memories: HOLY SHIT TOMMY WASN'T KIDDING phil, who was reading beside the bed tommy placed wilbur into, which was in technos house. yes he broke into technos house with a passed out wilbur. move on.: hm? wilbur: holy shit phil: huh? yeah. wilbur: wait you knew? phil: yeah i recongnized him as soon as i saw him about 5 years ago now? wilbur: excuse me while i freak out because my little brother is an actual god

it really hits wilbur that tommy is a god later

wilbur: hey tommy? tommy: yeah? wilbur: how fucking old are you? tommy: snorts of course thats the first thing you ask wilbur: well? tommy: i dont really know the exact years since years are kind of a human thing that were invented recently wilbur: they were invented thousands of years ago- tommy: but it was around the beginning of this galaxy wilbur, softly: what the fuck

tommy telling wilbur stories about different heros and villains and different humans he met during his life.

Adsjbffsg what if Tommy made himself blonde and blue eyed and white bc thats hyow the first human he met looked like asjfhsd

and just didnt change that, despite meeting new humans, its just his defult settings.

he would totally do this tho im crying.

drista just based her human form off dream because she is his sister now. he must deal with this. trying disowning me when i look like you BITCH.

thats my take anyways later might continue this

#tommyinnit #dsmp #dream smp #drista #god au #technoblade #wilbur soot #ghostbur #dreamwastaken #tubbo #philza minecraft #long post #just needed to say this

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honeybunnybeez · 4 years ago

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If you want to you could write some C! Dream being soft around reader?

Secluded Cabin's and Gentle Touches

♡Pairing: Dream x GN!Reader (with hints of platonic!GN!reader x Tommy and Tubbo)

♡Genre: Fluff

♡Format: Fanfiction

♡Summary: It's not uncommon for Tommy and Tubbo to bring people over to your place so you can help calm them down after a prank, but today they seemed to drag by a familiar face that you have yet to properly spend time with. Lucky for you, he seems to be longing to talk to you as well.

♡Au Setting: Au where the war never happens but tensions are still high.

"Get back here!"

Despite the voice ordering them to stop, Tommy and Tubbo continued to run like their lives depended on it, and to be fair, it kinda did in this situation. Wet hands stained in different coloured dyes served as proof of their crimes and a green hooded man wearing an awfully smudged looking mask makes it clear who their latest prank victim was.

"What were we fucking thinking!?" but a laugh at the end of his yelling as he dodges Dream's outstretched hand makes it clear that Tommy doesn't regret his life choices at all.

"I don't know!" Tubbo on the otherhand, was starting to regret his involvement in the prank. His legs were starting to ache and his chest began to burn as he slowly became exhausted. A wild chase like this isn't exactly new to them but Dream's persistence really makes it hard for a person to catch a breather between runs. "Tommy, where are we even going!?"

Tommy opened his mouth to respond but a trail of scattered lanterns and torches answers Tubbo's question for him. Tubbo lets out a knowing, "ooooh!" And uses whatever remaining energy he can to keep up with Tommy, knowing exactly what his friend had in mind.

In the distance, they can see you sitting on your porch, playing with a parrot you had managed to tame while out searching for cocoa beans. Relief washes over them when you lock eyes with them and start jogging over with your bird in tow, a worried expression evident on your face.

They're quick to hide behind you when they get close enough, clutching the back of your shirt while trying to catch their breaths to answer your questions as to who they were running from this time and why.

"Dream-" is all Tommy can manage to wheeze out before he's coughing up a lung and swearing again.

"Ah," honestly, after knowing the pair for a good few years now, just mentioning a name gives you a pretty good idea of the type of prank they pulled and the danger they could be in. Thankfully, Dream wasn't a major threat, to you at least.

"Alright, alright, go hide in the house quickly and don't come out until I tell you guys to. If I die, make sure to take care of the farm animals and bees for me."

"Bless you, (y/n)."

"Your sacrifices won't be in vain, we promise!"

You give them a joking salute and urge them to go inside quickly, informing them that you can hear Dream approaching closer. Once the boys were safely inside, you tried your best to look as natural as possible with the limited time you had to adjust yourself. When Dream arrives, you can see that he's just as tired as the boys are thanks to the chase, though his stance continues to be tense as he frantically looks around for them, fists clenched tight until his knuckles turned ghost white.

"Fuck, where did they run off to?"

"Not gonna give a stranger a kind hello after walking onto their lawn with murderous intent?" You and Dream weren't really strangers per say, you had to meet up with him when you moved into the server after all, but due to conflicting schedules and how often Tommy and Tubbo dragged you away whenever he tried to make conversation, you two didn't know each other all that well. That doesn't mean that you didn't want to try though.

When Dream realizes where he was and who he was talking, he's quick to adjust his mask and hoodie to make himself look somewhat... presentable, as presentable as he can look with sweat marks and a messed up mask at least.

'Why did those two have to run up to your house out of all places,' Dream mentally whines to himself, clearing his throat and giving you a single awkward wave as he walks up to you.

"Hey, (y/n). I didn't know you lived in this part of the server," that was a lie. Dream did know where you live, he knew where everyone did but it would be a little creepy to just put that information out there, wouldn't it?

"It'd be a little weird if I just started screaming out my address to random people on the streets, wouldn't it?" You try to joke, earning a little laugh from Dream.

"Okay, yeah, you got me there."

You pat an empty spot beside you on your porch step, inviting Dream over for a bit of rest and he accepts your offer gratefully, practically slumping beside you as he suddenly feels just how tired he is.

"Love the new look you gave your mask by the way," Dream groans at your teasing and pulls at his hoodie strings, hoping to cover his whole mask with his hood. He's glad you can't see his face right now because he can feel his cheeks practically burning at the fact that when he finally gets a chance to talk and get close to you it's when he's a sweating tired mess who looks like a wreck at best.

"I'm going to kill those two when I find them," he mumbles under his breath.

The slam that follows within your home could not have been more terribly timed.

"What was that?"

"Must be my wolves," you lied through your teeth, knowing damn well that your actual wolves were sleeping in your bedroom, "they learned how to open doors recently, I think they're messing around at the moment."

While he's distracted, staring at your window to check what's going on inside of your home, you're quick to read through your most recent private messages on your communicator.

Tommy: HE'S HERE!

Tommy: (Y/N), WHY AREN'T YOU TELLING HIM TO FUCK OFF!?

Tommy: Fuck this, we're hiding in the kitchen.

Tubbo: We're making a run for it through the back.

Tommy: We'll hide in your barn like runaway children.

Tubbo: Isn't that what we technically are right now?

Tommy: (y/n), we're making a fucking run for it if you don't answer us in 3 seconds.

Tommy: 3!

Tommy: 2!

Tubbo: We'RE OUT! I REPEAT, WE'RE OUT!

"Yup," you pop your P a little at the end, annoyed yet amused at the string of frantic messages still continuing to pop up on your communicator as they make their escape, "definitely my wolves causing all of that chaos."

Dream knows that you're lying from the way you read through your messages but he doesn't say a word about it, choosing instead to take this golden opportunity to get closer to you without worrying about anyone getting in the way.

"Not really how you thought the day would go, huh?"

You can't help but laugh and shake your head, "Not at all, I thought it was just going to be another boring day with my bird, but hey, I'm glad you showed up to make it a little more special."

"Really?" Dream hates how happy he sounds to hear you say that, but he'll beat himself up over it another time.

"It's not everyday you see Mr. WasTaken himself visiting your humble home, now is it?" Oh, or maybe he won't.

"I guess not, that really should change, shouldn't it?" You can hear the little grin in his voice as he realizes the game your playing.

"It really should, but a quick heads up would be good, unless you'd like to deal with said 'wolves' I mentioned earlier."

He chuckles and shakes his head, mentioning how he's more than aware that those two 'wolves' of yours would probably rip him apart if he ever visited you unannounced.

It isn't long before you invite Dream inside, offering to help clean his mask as an apology on the boys's behalf. He claims that he doesn't mind but he would rather not take his mask off in front of you when he hasn't gotten to know you all that well.

"You don't have to remove it if you feel uncomfortable, I'll just wipe away whatever I can with a cloth, but if you're still hesitant, I'd understand."

He takes a moment to consider your offer, trying to see if you have any other ulterior motives. It's not that he doesn't want to trust you, he does, but sometimes you just have to be a little extra cautious even with people you like. Sensing no ill intent on your part though, he relaxes himself once more and accepts your help, letting his hood finally loosen and fall back to ease your process.

Your actions are incredibly comforting to Dream who can't help himself from leaning into your touches every once in a while. He watches you with his fullest attention as you wipe away the mess on his mask with a damp cloth. He loves how focused you look while doing so, taking in every little quirk you may have while you concentrate. His little crush on you that he's harboured ever since he saw you running around the server can't help but grow every second you give him your attention.

There's a certain draw to you that Dream can't fight off no matter how hard he tries, you just manage to hold a certain power over him and that was evident by the fact that he completely lost interest in continuing his hunt for Tommy and Tubbo even after finding out that they were still most likely on your property. Dream was a persistent man, he was never one to simply drop something with no proper reason at all. There was just this appeal to you that he couldn't describe and he was desperate to find out what it was about you that made him act differently than he normally would.

"Okay then, that's the last of it," he has to stop himself from letting out a whine when you pull your hands away from his mask, he wants to say something to try to get you to continue on longer but decides against it, not wanting to seem desperate. His eyes don't leave you even after you pull away, watching you rinse off the dirty cloth before throwing it into what seemed to be a bin filled with laundry. When you return to sit by his side, he can't help but swallow a bit of his pride to rest his head on your shoulder. It's a big risk to take, but at least he has an excuse for his actions if he ever needs it.

"Tired, Dream?"

"Mhmm," he feels himself melt when you let your fingers run through his slightly sweat damp hair, clearly unphased by the state of it much, to his joy.

"You wanna rest here for a while? I'm sure you could get a good nap in before leaving."

"That depends, can I still use you as my pillow?"

"Not like I have anything else to do for the rest of the day, knock yourself out."

"Then if you'll excuse me," his head is quick to leave your shoulder to instead rest in your lap and the blissful sigh he lets out escapes his lips before he can even stop himself. You just feel so comfortable to him. "I'm gonna drift off, wake me up in an hour or so, will you?"

You let out a hum in response and it isn't long before you start to see Dream's body go slack, his breathing now steady and deep as he slowly falls asleep. It's quite endearing seeing Dream act so affectionately towards you, something you certainly didn't expect from a guy who carries himself with a subtle wave of authority, but you definitely weren't complaining as you continued to play with his hair once again.

Dream would never tell a single soul about it, but this was quiet possible the best sleep he's gotten in years, if he even tried to sleep at all to begin with. The thought to just slow down and relax is never really on his mind, his head always spinning with things he has to do. However, with you, he's glad to know that he can look to you for comfort from now on, something he now realizes is rather hard to find on the server. It pains him to know that he'll have to leave in just a few moments but for now, he'll take what he can get from you and maybe, if you let him, he'll be sure to return your sweet gestures tenfold one day.

A/N: Hello, everyone! I am so sorry for being absent recently, I know the writer's block excuse can only go so far but- yeah ^^' I'm so sorry again for everything and I'm sorry if this isn't what you were hoping for anon! Thank you so much for the rquest and feel free to request it again if you want me to remake this to hopefully suit what you wanted. Anyways, I hope you all have a good day and thank you so much for reading!

(Requests are open and anon is on!)

#mcyt x reader #mcyt imagine #dream smp x reader #dream smp imagine #dream x reader

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mishacollinsthighsss · 3 years ago

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Pairing: Dean Winchester/Castiel

Warnings: mention of Dean's death, mention of Castiel's death (but it's mostly just pure fluff, I promise)

Post 15x20, Fix-It-Fic (kinda)

Happy Supernatural day guys, I thought a little Destiel fix-it would be fitting for this day 💙

Not beta'd, all mistakes are my own

"Cas, you stupid son of a bitch! Do you hear me? That's what you are, alright?"

Dean looked up into the sky above him - which, now that he thought about it wasn't actually the sky, but who knew what was real in heaven and what wasn't. He had been driving around for a month now - maybe it had been just two weeks? - Dean didn't know, but what he knew was that he was praying to the stupid angel in a trenchcoat, without success. He'd thought that after everything that had happened, Cas would be happy to see him, would come to greet him the second he arrived here, but nothing.

"Damnit Cas, I know you can hear me!"

The former hunter was standing at the foot of a mountain, surrounded by nothing but trees, flowers, and bees. He didn't even notice how far he'd walked, but when he let his gaze wander, he realized that the meadow was huge. He felt an ache in his heart all of a sudden, because he knew that this, right here, would be one of Cas' favorite places.

His anger grew all of a sudden, but at the same time, his eyes filled with tears and he sat down on the ground, leaning against a solid tree.

"Listen, I know that - that things aren't that fancy between us right now, but I - I wanna... God, move your ass here, Cas!"

His voice got louder and louder, until he could hear it echoing back from... somewhere. Dean had no idea, but he didn't care. He was exhausted, even though he didn't need to sleep up here, but he knew exactly that it wasn't that kind of exhaustion, no, it was the emotional kind.

For what had felt like forever, he was searching for Cas, trying to reach him somehow, starting right after he realized that he loved the goddamn angel as well, but until now, there was not a single sign of him.

"Please man, I need you. We need - we need to talk."

His voice cracked at the last word and the first tear found its way down his cheek, but he wiped it away quickly. His head dropped back then against the tree with a sigh, and he closed his eyes.

"You realize that you can't hide forever, right? Come on, whatever the reason is, we'll figure it out, we'll figure everything out. Cas, please."

His eyes were still closed, and suddenly, there was a light breeze at the meadow, making the trees rustle a little.

"Hello, Dean."

Dean's head snapped up while he tore his eyes open, and for a second, he felt too dizzy to see anything. When his eyes got used to the light again though, he was looking right at Cas'...

His eyes snapped up so fast that once again, he got hit by a wave of dizziness, while his cheeks got hot in an instant.

"Jesus, you could've showed up next to me, or behind me, or... or..."

Just then, the former hunter realized that it was actually Cas standing right in front of him, and just like that, his heart was up his throat, while at the same time, his stomach seemed to tie itself in knots. It was Cas, his Cas who he was searching for a month, standing right in front of him like nothing had happened.

He jumped up, not sure what he was about to say, but all of a sudden, he was furious.

"Hello? That's all you have to say?"

His voice was shaking, and his hands automatically clenched into fists, while he tried to control himself not to punch the angel right into his stupid, beautiful face.

"Yes."

Cas' expression was blank, and Dean huffed an angry laugh, while he turned to bring some space between them. When he took a few steps, he didn't turn around again, because his eyes were burning with unshed tears, and as much as Dean was thinking about this moment, prepared for it, even, he couldn't say what he wanted to say, not now, not like this.

"Do you have any idea how long I've been searching for you?" the hunter asked, his voice quiet.

"I'm aware, yes," Castiel answered, and Dean had to close his eyes. He'd been thinking about this moment for almost two months now, the whole time on earth and in heaven, and this wasn't how he'd thought it would go. It wasn't even close.

"Then why? Why did you make me wait?"

It was a desperate question, Dean's voice full of emotions, he could hear it, but he couldn't stop it. It took him some time to become like this, to not hide his feelings anymore, and he wouldn't be ashamed of it now.

"I could sense your anger, Dean. I thought that -"

"Well, next time stop thinking buddy, and do what I ask you for."

Dean knew it sounded selfish, and again, a little desperate, but he couldn't stop himself. Slowly, he turned around, his head lowered to hide his tears at first, but after he took a deep breath, he raised it slowly to look at Cas.

"You have any idea how much I've missed you, you son of a bitch?" he whispered, while he slowly approached the angel, one small step after another. Castiel's eyes went wide for a second, before his expression went completely blank again, but even though he tried to hide it, Dean noticed the small gulp anyway.

"You have any idea how I felt when you left? When you dumped all that shit on me, not even caring about what I'd have to say, and then you just disappeared? You have any idea how that made me feel?"

Dean's voice got louder and louder, and at the end, he was almost yelling, his voice echoing from the mountains, and for the first time since Cas' confession, he understood what the angel had said.

'You think that hate and anger, that's what drives you, that's who you are. It's not!'

No, what he was feeling wasn't anger. He wasn't angry at Cas. He was desperate, and heartbroken, and confused, but not angry. Slowly, the former hunter took a deep breath, his gaze locked with Cas' the whole time.

"You think I'm a rock? That you could just dump that on me and leave, and that I'd be okay with that?"

Dean took another step closer, then one more, until their faces were only inches apart. The angel lowered his head in shame, but not a single word came out of his mouth. When his ears turned into a dark share of red, Dean almost smiled through his tears.

"You think I'm okay without my best friend by my side?" Dean whispered, while he pushed Cas' head back up, using his index finger.

"Cas, say something," he begged, almost desperate, because even though Dean had learned to deal with his shit by now, he still couldn't stand it to get no answer when he was being vulnerable in front of anybody.

"I'm sorry," Cas whispered, while he lifted his head all the way to look into Dean's eyes. The former hunter could see tears glistening in Castiel's eyes as well, and just with one look, he knew that the angel was sincere.

"Just don't... don't ever do shit like that again, alright?" Dean mumbled, before he grabbed the angel by the shoulders and pulled him into a hug, so tight that breathing got hard after some seconds, but Dean didn't care, because first of all, he was dead already, and second, he'd die for this, for Cas, just like Cas had died for him.

After some moments, Castiel hesitantly lifted his arms as well and wrapped his arms around Dean's lower back, which made the former hunter sigh. His eyes fell shut and he had a hard time resisting the urge to bury his face at the other man's neck, but somehow, he did it. Just when he was about to let go, he could feel a sharp pain at the back of his head, accompanied by a loud slapping sound. Dean jumped back, eyes wide, and stared at Cas in disbelief.

"That," Cas said, the smallest of smiles on his lips, "was for dying right after I sacrificed myself for you to live. You can thank Charlie for showing me this."

Dean raised his hand and rubbed the spot that was throbbing a little now, and he was more than aware that in heaven, he wasn't supposed to feel any pain, except of when he wanted to.

"That's... that's fair," he mumbled, and his cheeks turned pink, while the corner of his mouth lifted a little.

"Yeah, I think I deserve that."

He wasn't sure if Cas knew how he died, or why, but if he did, he wasn't showing it. No, if he'd know, he wouldn't grin like that now, Dean was sure, and for some reason, he was more relieved about that than he thought he'd be.

"Listen, there's... there's something else we need to talk about," he mumbled suddenly, and his smile disappeared immediately, just like Castiel's.

"If you mean what happened on earth -"

"No, you shut your mouth and let me talk, you had your moment already."

There was no heat behind Dean's words, but Cas' mouth snapped shut anyway. Suddenly, there was a light breeze ghosting over the meadow, and Dean felt the urge to turn around, so he did, blaming it on his still very present hunter instincts. He was almost sure to see someone behind them, Jack maybe, or anyone else who wanted to see Dean, but what was there instead took his breath away.

Right there, just a few feet behind them, was a huge barn, but not any barn, no, the barn they'd met all those years ago. The light changed as well, and suddenly, it was dark, the only light given by at least a thousand fireflies, quietly flying around the barn.

"Friggin' heaven," he mumbled and his face turned into a dark shade of red, because even though he was denying it all the time, he knew this was his work - he was a fucking sap.

When he turned his head again to look at Cas, the angel's eyes were wide, staring in awe at the spectacle in front of his, his lips slightly parted.

"Dean..."

"Not a word. Listen, there's... there's some stuff I wanna say as well," Dean said, his voice more firm that he'd thought, but he cleared his throat anyway before he began to speak.

"First of all, I'm still mad at you for what you did back there, alright? And I will be, probably for a long time. But..."

The former hunter searched Castiel's gaze, and only when their eyes locked, he continued.

"But even though I was - or am - mad, that doesn't mean I didn't miss you like crazy. Do you have any idea how fuckin' thrilled I was when I came here and Bobby told me you're around as well? And how - how disappointed I was when you didn't show up?"

"Dean, I didn't mean to -"

"No, shut up, man. I already told you, you had your moment."

Dean waited for an answer, but Cas was just standing there, staring at him, without saying another word. He shoved his hands into his jeans pockets, but when his fingers hit something that hadn't been in there before, he furrowed his brows. Slowly, he tried to make out what it was. It was something small, a little box, maybe? It was soft and -

Oh. Oh no. Definitely no. This couldn't be, this-

"Dean?"

Dean's eyes snapped back to Cas, and just then he noticed that he'd had lowered his head. The angel stared at him with his brows furrowed and his head tilted to the side, and Dean's heart jumped by the sight.

'Why not?' a voice was whispering in his head all of a sudden, and he knew it was right? Why the hell not, right? It's not like he'd suddenly die, he already was dead. Go big or go home.

"Yeah, I'm, uh... let's walk a little, alright?"

Dean tilted his head into the direction of the barn and started walking, and Cas followed him immediately. As soon as they were side by side, their arms touching just a little, like they'd always done when he was still alive, Dean started talking again.

"So... I have one question. Did you mean it? What you said, I mean, the - the love part."

The former hunter was too afraid to look at Castiel, so he kept his gaze at his feet, watching every of his own steps carefully. He knew Cas had meant it, but he still needed to ask, just to make sure.

"Of course I meant it, Dean."

Again, Dean's heart jumped and he had to take a few deep breaths to calm it down. They walked around the barn until they reached the entrance door, which was closed, and that's when Dean stopped. He took another deep breath and lifted his gaze, about to start talking again, but as soon as their eyes locked, he couldn't get a word out. Instead, he lifted his hand, which was shaking a little, slowly, almost like he could break Cas if he wasn't careful. He couldn't breathe, couldn't think anymore, his whole body worked on its own. As soon as his fingertips touched the other man's cheek, careful, soft, he exhaled.

He wanted to say so much, wanted to tell the angel that he loved him, that what he did was stupid, that he could have what he wanted, but his mouth didn't work.

Cas' eyes went wide by Dean's touch, but not even a second later, he leaned closer to Dean's hand, and Dean cupped his cheek fully. Somehow, they got closer and closer, and now their noses were almost touching, Dean could feel Castiel's breath on his own lips. Out of reflex, his tongue flicked out to wet them, and Cas' gaze dropped down, just for a split second, but he didn't move.

"You stupid son of a bitch," Dean whispered, his eyes full of tears once again, before he closed the distance and pressed his lips against Castiel's. Their mouths were closed, it was a soft, tender kiss, almost a little shy, but feeling Cas' lips on his own for the first time was enough to drive Dean crazy. His eyes fell shut, which caused some tears to roll down his cheeks, but he didn't even notice, he was too focused on the other man.

Cas gasped when their lips met, and at first, he was frozen in place, but when Dean started to move his lips, slowly, to give the angel time to proceed what was happening, Cas hesitantly put his hands on Dean's waist and pulled him closer. Dean whimpered and he knew he'd deny it later, but he stepped even closer, until their bodies were pressed together from head to toe.

They were standing there for minutes, hours, days, hell, it could've been weeks, according to how time worked in heaven, but when they finally separated, Cas was looking at him with such awe in his eyes that Dean had to lower his head.

"You could've just asked, you know? I know - I know I wasn't easy to be around, but... to think that this is something you couldn't have, that was just stupid."

Huh, his voice sounded way too deep. Cas didn't say a word, didn't even breathe, and as the seconds ticked by, Dean got a little worried. Slowly, he looked up, just to see Cas still standing there like before, his eyes wide, his mouth slightly opened, his cheeks flushed. He was beautiful.

"I love you too, Cas," Dean said, his voice quiet, because he didn't know what else to say. Then, just like that, Cas' eyes filled with tears in mere seconds, and the liquid slowly ran down his cheeks as soon as he began to smile. The smile quickly turned into a grin, and Dean couldn't resist to smile as well. For some reason, they both started laughing, at the same time, and they laughed so hard that their bellies started to hurt.

When they finally calmed down a little, Dean took Cas' hand and took a few deep breaths.

"We're both a couple of dumbasses, huh?" he mumbled, his mind once again wandering back to the small box that was still hiding in his pocket.

"Dean, I -"

"I'm not done yet," Dean said with a grin, which felt a little off, because he was nervous as hell all of a sudden. With his free hand, he pulled out the little box, still hiding it in his fist, and started talking once more.

"So uh... I know that I'm - well, dead, and you're an angel, and heaven is a fucking traitor, but uh... would you... wear that? It's - it's not - I mean, marriage is a bit useless up here, but -"

The former hunter wasn't sure how to finish, so he just closed his mouth and lifted his hand with the little box. As soon as he opened it, he couldn't hold back a little chuckle. What was inside was a ring, a silver ring to be more specific, but there was one blue line, going around the silver all the way in little waves. Dean remembered how he'd seen this ring once, and even back then, his mind had jumped to Castiel immediately, because the blue was the exact same color as the angel's eyes.

Cas' eyes went wide once again and he lifted his hand to touch the ring carefully. Silence stretched between them, and just when Dean started to think this had been a bad idea, Cas sobbed, just once, before he wrapped his arms around the former hunters neck and squeezed tightly.

"It'd be an honor to wear that ring, Dean," he whispered, right next to Dean's ear, and Dean breathed out, just then realizing that he'd been holding his breath. When Cas pulled back from the hug, Dean took his hand once again and slid the ring on his finger, before he intertwined their hands with a smile.

"I know that - that there's a lot to talk about still, but could we just... dunno, enjoy the night? Or... day, or evening, or... whatever..." Dean asked when he looked around. The light had changed once again, and instead of the barn, there was a small house, just big enough for two people to comfortably live in. Nearby was a little lake, surrounded by trees. The meadow was still there, but there was also a road now, close to the house. And a white picket fence. A fucking white picket fence. Dean's face turned red in an instant.

"Is this where you want to live from now on?" Cas asked while looking around, not even noticing Dean's embarrassment.

"Seems like it is," Dean shot back, his voice a little more grumpy than usual.

"It's beautiful," Cas answered, before he looked at Dean again, his face turning serious.

"Do you want to... live alon-"

"God, Cas, are you fucking kidding me? Don't even think about leaving me again or I'll find you just to stab you."

"Wouldn't be the first time," Cas mumbled, but there was a huge, loving smile on his face, and Dean couldn't do anything else than to smile back.

"Let's get inside then," Cas said and squeezed Dean's hand, and the former hunter nodded and followed quickly. Cas was back, finally, and Dean wasn't a coward for once. He'd been honest about his feelings, and for the first time in his life, there was nothing that could destroy his happiness. No monster, no sudden death, nothing. It was just Cas and him. Cas, angel of the lord, soldier of God, who loved him. Him, just a human, a tiny, little human. Dean couldn't believe his luck. He followed Cas inside the house, and when he turned around to close the door, he exhaled. This was heaven, right here, with Cas, the man he loved. Finally, he was at peace. Finally, he was home.

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katberk · 4 years ago

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can u do headcannons like the deaf reader for mcyts but instead do a mute reader maybe?

🌸Headcannons for a Mute Reader🌸

💚Dream💚

💚Dream is a loud man

💚If you ever tug on his sleeve he would instantly ask what’s wrong

💚In the deaf reader headcannon I said that he would think sign language was fun, so it’s fun to him (He likes to sign because it’s just easier for him)

💚You and Dream are like peanut butter and jelly

💚He would love to hear your voice one day

💚He would kiss your neck and jaw a lot

💚Kinda sad that he can’t hear your voice, but he doesn’t care about it that much

💚’Talking’ with his friends would be weird

💚He would try his best to help you everyday with speech if you’re ready

💚Hugs you whenever you cry about ‘who you are’

💚”Hey, Y/N... it’s okay! Being mute isn’t your fault. It was your choice/you couldn’t stop it...”

💚He would comfort you and just try to have a good time with you

💚Seeing you smile with that little sparkle in your eye makes his day/heart flutter in glee

💚Signing with you kinda comforts him

💚”I love you’s” always said, even if you don’t say it back he still loves the effort

💙GeorgeNotFound💙

💙Being mute doesn’t bother him

💙He feels bad that you both can’t have vocal conversations, but you guys work it out

💙Like I said before his sign language is really good

💙If you get into a fight then sometimes he gets mad that you don’t respond because he forgets that your mute

💙Apologies x100

💙Being mute is a struggle, but you both work through it actually really well

💙He likes to give you quick pecks on the lips kinda hoping for a squeak

💙It’s kinda like the deaf headcannons, but you can hear his voice

💙Relaxing days with cups of tea

💙I mean like he doesn’t have to sign, but he kinda just like/wants too

💙Petty arguments

💙”What you want for dinner?”

💙’Pasta’

💙”We had that yesterday night!”

💙’Me wants pasta George! ME WANTS PASTA!’

♥️Sapnap♥️

♥️This man would be sad

♥️He would want to hear your voice so badly!

♥️Even so, he loves you

♥️Shows you off to all of his friends

♥️”Yeah, that’s Y/N, aren’t they cute?!”

♥️”Sapnap... stop showing else pictures of your s/o”

♥️”You’re just jealous that my s/o is a walking legend.”

♥️Complements

♥️Is it just me or do you believe that Sapnap would tell you to open your mouth because he wants to see if there’s a change in your throat

♥️He’s to wholesome for you

♥️Being mute wouldn’t change the hug of death

♥️Purring cats and adorable boyfriend... if you could talk you would scream “CHECK!”

♥️He doesn’t bring your muteness up, he finds it normal

♥️Kisses on your throat...(In your throat! NOOOO)

♥️Screaming Sapnap is a hyped up Sapnap, and he wants you to be excited with him

❣️BadBoyHalo❣️

❣️SO CUTE

❣️He would translate to whoever you’re talking to

❣️Isn’t bothered

❣️Lucy would be an your kid

❣️Sleepy times would just be him talking about his day and then waiting for you to explain yours

❣️His sign is REALLY good

❣️Do you need hug after long day? BBH is your man

❣️Whenever you’re watching a movie there would be no talking what so ever unless BBH really loves it

❣️I can imagine you waking up because kisses were being placed all over your face

❣️He would probably have a whole stream dedicated to sign language

❣️”Tell us what you guys want to learn in sign!”

❣️’You wanna learn how to say muffin?!’

❣️His gasp was so LOUD

❣️Pillows, blankets, Rat, and Disney movies

❣️”I love you’s”

🦊Fundy🦊

🦊Fundy is a soft man

🦊His voice would be soft to the touch

🦊Cuddles and snuggles

🦊You can’t tell me that Fundy would kiss your cheeks to try and make you go red

🦊He would protect you with his life

🦊He would feel honored if you tell him why/how you became mute

🦊During stream he would let you play while he reads off the donations

🦊”Lime-a-bean says that they like your cloths”

🦊’Thanks Lime-a-bean!’

🦊Your eyes would be sparkling!

🦊That makes him die of cuteness

🦊You would have a quiet gaming date

🦊He would build you a little house with signs that have encouragement

🦊”You’re my mute little bunny”

🦊and then.... ‘MAHU’

🌼Wilbur Soot🌼

🌼Singing to you

🌼When he wants to ‘talk’ to you, he usually clings to you

🌼You would be able to hear him play his guitar so that always makes him happy

🌼If you choose to be mute then he would help you everyday to become comfortable

🌼He’ll understand if you don’t want to talk though

🌼Tommy would annoy you both so much that Wilbur started to laugh

🌼’.... I wanna chuck him out the window!’

🌼”Watch out Tommy, you might be chucked out the window soon!”

🌼Bright red in the face

🌼He loves to kiss the top of your head

🌼To help you go to sleep he would hum to you

🌼You would squeak to hum back

🌼Killing you with love, and screaming for you to come into his office/studio

🌼”Y/N! Chat wants to see you!”

🌼’You just want cuddles...’

💜Quackity💜

💜He’s sad that he can’t teach you to speak Spanish

💜Whenever he’s streaming he would switch to autotune whenever he’s talking to you

💜”Y/N wHy Do YoU WaNt Me To LeAvE?!”

💜’I was trying to sleep Alex...’

💜Don’t tell me that he wouldn’t

💜You would sometimes complain to Karl

💜’He wakes me up in autotune’

💜”Well, I mean it is Alex”

💜’He calls me at 2am and speaks in autotune!’

💜”Okay, that’s kinda different”

💜’Then he tells me to so animal noises!’

💜”I mean like you can’t stop him”

💜’I duck taped his mouth, he’s doing a stream now’

💜Karl would go on his phone and click on the video

💜’Now he knows what it’s like...’

🌸Tommyinnit🌸

🌸SPEED RUNNING SIGN

🌸He would really like to hear your voice

🌸Surprise attacks making you jump and let out little noises

🌸Enjoying Diet Coke together

🌸Tickling you

🌸”I just wanna hear a noise!”

🌸’No! Stop!’

🌸I can see him bragging about how strong you are

🌸”Even if they're mute they fight like a champ!”

🌸”Tommy, as much as I love Y/N, I don’t wanna keep on listening about them right now!”

🌸”You’re just jealous that this big strong man could land sometime Wilbur!”

🌸Wilbur would leave the call and complain to you

🌸’Tell your boyfriend to shut up please

🌸’If I do he’ll just tackle me to the ground!’

🌸’To bad Y/N! It's either you getting tackled or thrown out a window!’

🐝Tubbo🐝

🐝Loves you for you

🐝He��s so kind and understanding

🐝When he’s around everyone else he would be kinda quiet and self reserved

🐝When he’s around you he’s super out there and ready to take action even if he’s nervous

🐝Force me to not believe that he would ask you to try and do a bee noise

🐝”C-can you do a bee noise?!”

🐝”hmm...bzzz...hm”

🐝He would faint

🐝Snuggles into your side for safety

🐝He would ask for you to try and hum to him

🐝He would sing Disney songs to you and then listen to you hum after him

🐝He doesn’t care that you’re mute, but it’s definitely harder

🐝Fights are very rare

🐝If you do fight, it’ll be petty arguments like George

🐝Help me because he’s too adorable

🌸Sorry if this was short, I was planning on doing 20 each

🌸I just couldn’t do it, but hopefully you like this! It took me time because it was pretty hard for me to think about new ideas.

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