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otaku-dragon-lover · 8 months ago

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Borrowers, Greeed, and A Chance Encounter

Tldr: A pair of cursed siblings run into a monster hunter, one who isn't as human as he lets on.

Why yes this is inspired by that one Supernatural g/t fic series.

Okay, so this wasn't how Jonas expected his day to go.

Now! Before anyone judges him, he hadn't thought his actions through! He'd just seen… something and reacted!

Ugh… maybe he should start from the beginning.

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It all started right when he checked in, funnily enough. The moment he'd entered the dingy motel room, his senses picked up on… something. Well, multiple somethings was more accurate.

Tiny lights shone from within the walls of the Phoenix Roost motel, like little beacons resting behind the dull red wallpaper. He'd blinked a couple times, shaking his head to rid himself of the sight.

That was his sixth sense; it didn't really have a name, but his was basically empathy, so he's been sticking with that. It lets him sense the feelings and desires of any (living) thing around him. At least, within about a twenty foot radius? He'd never really tested it. But, he'd mused as he set his bag on the bed, it's probably just mice or something.

Yeah… "or something" alright.

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The second time he hadn't seen anything - he'd heard it.

It was two days later. He'd been sitting on the bed, gray sheets that he's pretty sure used to be white pooling on his lap. Sitting on top of this was his (borrowed) laptop, opened and glowing as he'd begun his research. A black trenchcoat had been resting beside him, placed in such a way that any passing glances couldn't spot the scabbard holding his weapon of choice.

…Okay saying that makes him sound paranoid, but after everything he's been through it's warranted!

After several hours, he'd stretched back and yawned. Several points in his arms and back popped as the stiffness had been worked out. One particularly loud pop from his wrist made his knuckles knock against the wall behind him.

Now, this in and of itself wasn't unusual. Under normal circumstances it wouldn't have even been noteworthy.

Buuuuut then his ears picked up a yelp from the wall behind him, the noise so sudden and close that he'd flinched back in shock. It wasn't even very loud, most people probably wouldn't have heard it.

Of course, he wasn't exactly "most people". His heightened sense of hearing made it child's play to pick up the noise.

He'd blinked a few times, not quite processing what he'd heard. That… that had to've been some tennant nextdoor, right? But- No, he knew for a fact that the room hadn't been rented out. He would've heard someone long before this incident. Plus, him hitting the wall like that wasn't nearly loud enough to be heard from the other room.

Then there was what his empathy picked up. The burst of, fear-panic-don'tgetcaught-wasIcaught? Was all the more unusual.

His first thought had been, 'What, is this guy on the run or something?' Which… oh boy had he hoped that wasn't the case.

Either way, he'd just scared the daylights out of someone. The least he could do was apologize.

Shifting to his knees, he'd crawled over and leaned close to the wall. With his ear pressed against it, he began speaking, tone loud enough to be heard from the room over.

"U-Um, hello? I-If you can hear me, I-I'm sorry for scaring y-you."

He'd waited a few seconds for a response, but after hearing nothing he sighed and returned to his research.

He had a monster to catch, after all.

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Which leads him to today. When his already weird life took a turn for the batshit.

It was about… 7:30 in the evening, and he'd been at a desk placed near the room's window. Spread out on it was a large map of the town and surrounding desert. In his right hand had been a pen, which he'd been mindlessly tapping against a small notebook. His left hand - wrapped tightly in black fabric - was resting in his lap, occasionally twitching.

The day… hadn't been great, from the start a storm had rolled in the night before. Which forced him to ride around town in the rain (the motorcycle wasn't such a good idea, in hindsight), searching for any leads on the monster. This mostly boiled down to… well, asking if anyone noticed anything strange recently.

The questioning was a total bust. For starters, there weren't many people out due to the weather, and those that were weren't any help! No substantial leads jumped out to him, and it made him feel like he was going in circles-!

The feeling of uselessness had nearly drowned him, knowing that this thing was out there - that people could be attacked or killed at any moment - while he was here chasing his own tail. It was infuriating.

Getting back on track, he'd been trying to narrow down possible places where the thing could be hiding. It had to be somewhere relatively close to town, but not close enough for anyone to spot it. Unfortunately, being an old desert town in Arizona made this harder. Not to mention all the old buildings from around the time of the gold rush, and don't even get him started on the mine-!

It was then that he'd seen it out of the corner of his eye, a flash of movement accompanied by the patter of small feet.

By the time he'd processed this, his left hand had already shot forward and snagged the thing. His body was dragged along, scrambling for purchase as his hand closed around… whatever that this was.

His grip was probably too tight, but that wasn't his main concern.

It had reared it's ugly head.

It had a name, but he didn't think it really… fit anymore. It's original consciousness was long gone, what he was currently stuck with was just the lingering remains. So… they weren't technically the same. If that made sense?

Even if It was just a husk, it still terrified him.

Ĉ̸̮͕̹̪̖̀͘͜r̸̻̽̈́̌̈͘u̸̡̝̦̟̙͛͆̏͒̌̈̅̈́͆͊̐͊ş̷̤̙̙̯͍̜̩̼͉̜̞̬̝̱̽h̷͈̲̒͌͆́͘͘ ̴̡̨͔͇͈̲̘̼̻̗̫͙̻͖̼̅̏̀̇̌̀̇͑͒̋͑͝ͅͅḯ̴̹͇̦̙̜͈̝̹͎̳̭͙t̶̡̢̞̗͎̩̦̱̺̠̜̦̪̤̜̑̈́̈́͑́̉͂͐͂͛͂̉͒͠͠.

'Nonononono!' He'd panicked, fighting for control of his own body, 'Not now! Why now?!'

Ş̷̡̺̯͔̣̞̮̬̩͍̝̫̪̖̰͐̇̽̐̋̅͘͝ư̶̜̫͕̤͕͋̎c̷̰̮͎̀͛͂͐̽͌͐͋͐̂̚h̵̢̙̫̺̺̲̱̦̻̦͇̜̤̓͛ ̷̢̨̨̧͔̫̰̲̣͈̙͇̙̭͓̣͂͗̅̒͋̔͆a̶̟̒̅̆̓̈́͑̂̈́̒͐͑̂ ̸̧̛̬͈̪́̚͝f̷̨̡̨͇̯̲̪̰̦̺̣̖̝̥̭̲͆̊̀̓̂̎̍̆͛̏̋͘͜͝ȩ̷̡̢̢̧̛̱̜̥̝͕͉̗͓̯̯̩̅͆̌͗̾ȩ̸̩͖̳̠͖̮̘̝̺͈͎̱̤͖͐͋̄͜ͅb̵̨̹̥̖̰̮̯͔̦̟͓͉͚̝̈́̀̎̋̈͂̍͊́̈́́͆͗̌̚͜͝ĺ̴̢͍̫̩͔̪͈͚̥̖̝̺̦͇̈̕ͅę̸̼̣̹͒̆̓̽̋̐̄̌̕ ̴͓̺͔̱͖̥͚̤͖̟͆͋͘͜͜��ĉ̵̢̢̟͉̻̘̮̼̤̜̣̟̼̙̙̹͐͐͛̿͊́̈̕r̵̛͔̬̺̖̮͕͋͌̄̾é̴̢̨̛̱͉̼͇̞̄̏̅̌̈͛̅͗͂͘͝͝â̶̢̡̗̝̘ẗ̴̙̹͐́̏̋̈́̒̈́̌̍͠ṵ̴̡̰͓̙͍̹̼̺͕͇̳̯͔̗̖͐̚r̷̼̈́̅̈́̂͛ê̶̢̼͍͇͎̗̳̝̞͕̟̗̜̙̜̈́͜ͅ.̶̢̠̰͚̲͍̹͇̥̥̣͎͛͆̑̎͑͌̍̀̋̆

He'd felt his hold grow tighter, he gritted his teeth as he tried to pry the out-of-control limb open, 'Fuck off.'

D̵͈̞̟̣̺̹̤̺͉̬̞̮̱̲̩̭͐͋́̀̿̏̈́̀̍̍̔̄̚e̸̖̞͔̮͚̞̖͈̰͋̊̐s̸̳͍̐̅t̷̜̖̤̬̮͍̫̱̩̹͖̞͉͉̝̖̻̚ŗ̷̣̲͇̩̥̼͇̩͎̗̘̿̅̂̓̀͐̐̈́̈́̓̈́͊͘̚͝͝ͅö̸̢͈͚̰̂̄͆͒͆̇͊̏̋̃͛̔͘y̶̔̾̈̆̄̆̏̋ͅ ̵̧̧̧̬̦̜̣͖̯͚̦̣̼̻̰̮͊͌̂͒͐͆͑͛͜i̸̛̩̤͉̖̳͍̖̪͖͓̤̩̠͚͛͛͆̓̇̇̈́̏̚̚ţ̷̟̺̯͙͕͙̳̟͖̼̫̪͓̹̒̾́̎́̑͘͜.̷̱̱͕͔̰̘̤͖̼̦̜̖̫͉̟̒̀̈́͌́͊̓̃̆͒

'No,' He'd growled at It, slowly wrestling his hand into relaxing, 'you don't get to control what I do! So. Back. Off!'

With that final command, the hand suddenly went limp, the poor creature held within dropping like a stone. Jonas panicked, and quickly swooped his other hand under them.

He felt the glamour he'd set up upon entering town flicker, fading after a few feeble attempts to stabilize. The more… unusual aspects of his appearance becoming easily seen.

The very human gasp he heard upon it's landing nearly made him jump out of his skin. His eyes locked on the tiny figure, shock and horror filling him as he took it's - no his - features in.

The humanoid figure was on his hands and knees in Jonas' palm, gasps for air that wouldn't have broken a faint whisper emanating from him. The little guy's skin was deathly pale - but Jonas couldn't tell if it was from fear, or lack of sun exposure. A curtain of dark brown hair obscured his face, and there was no way Jonas was moving the guy.

The guy was wearing home-made clothes - not to say they were bad or anything! Actually, if Jonas didn't know any better he'd say they were professionally made! The blue long-sleeved shirt looked like something he'd find in a clothing store, and… were those jeans? The tiny bag looks good too. Heck, even the "shoes" looked nice.

Speaking of, there's a good reason he called them "shoes".

Outside of the bipedalism, clothes, and hair… that was where the similarities ended. For starters, the tiny man's legs were bent like a dog's, ending in four-toed feet decked out with sharp claws.

'Digitigrade. Helps them move around quicker.' He could help noting, this in spite of his still very present horror at - y'know, nearly crushing someone.

Thin (at least from his prospective) strips of leather were fashioned into shoes, wrapping around his feet snugly like a tiny snake. Thinking about it now, yeah it made sense. Normal shoes probably wouldnt've worked with this guy's anatomy.

Moving on, the guy also had a tail. It wasn't some thin little thing like a rat or mouse, it looked like it had some decent muscle on it (at least for it's size). There was a line of… fur? hair? running down the top of it as well (extra warmth, maybe?). Jonas could also feel several pinpricks around where the guy's fingers were, claws?

'Could help with balance and climbing…'

Eventually the guy's breathing sounded less… bad, it still sounded way too shallow but considering the circumstances… yeah Jonas wasn't gonna rag on him.

He felt him shift and - wow did that feel weird. Like - holy shit, he was holding an entire person right now whatthefuck-!

A person that he'd nearly killed, because he couldn't control It. Couldn't keep It from taking over his own damn body!

God he was pathetic; and he thought he could save them? That he could handle this all by himself? Hah, what a joke. He couldn't even control the parasite that he was stuck with!

Pain-fear-confused-howamIalive?

His self-deprecating thoughts were brought to a screeching halt as light blue met brown.

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Sam was confident that he (and to a lesser extent his brother) had the worst luck ever.

Before today, the most obvious evidence for this was their curse. Him and his brother Dean were shrunken and turned into… whatever you wanted to call them (Dean often joked about them being Borrowers, but Sam didn't see the resemblance). It had happened a decade ago, and the duo had been forced to survive in the motel on their own ever since. They didn't know what'd happened to their dad, the man was long gone when they'd woken up, and there was no way they could've gone after him. Not at their current size.

It wasn't all bad, as Dean had pointed out numerous times, they still had each other at least. Plus, they'd met a few people sharing their stature (but they didn't look as… unique as the Winchesters; their appearance resembling a human, just… smaller) who'd taught them a few tricks to help them survive. Even then though, they were pretty much left on their own.

That was probably because of their height amongst… other reasons. Himself especially was taller than the other tiny people, they guessed he was a little over half a foot tall. The others they'd met, by contrast, were around… four inches tall at most? Dean was shorter than him, being just under six inches, but even he was taller than the average wall person.

The past few days had been… weird. The new tenant had nearly scared the daylights out of him several times, the kid always seeming to know his general location. He still hadn't told Dean about the knocking incident - about the teenager apologizing for scaring him. He hadn't responded, standing motionless until he heard the kid move.

Under normal circumstances, he would've stayed far away from the teen's room after that. Sadly, the motel was in the middle of a dry spell. Almost no people had visited in the past few weeks, meaning their food supply was getting dangerously low. On top of that, Dean had gotten injured fighting off a rat, preventing him from going on supply runs.

Sam knew his brother was beating himself up about it, he'd had to stop him from sneaking out numerous times before. It had taken many promises ("Of course I'll be careful." "I won't get caught don't worry.") and more than a couple bribes, but he'd finally persuaded Dean to stay in their room until he'd healed.

Now though? Sitting on his knees in the palm of a giant, the two of them staring at each other with wide eyes? Some small part of him definitely wished his brother was here.

But, looking at him now, he noticed that the kid looked… different? From the few times Sam had seen him, the younger Winchester knew generally what he looked like: messy short blond hair, light blue eyes, a young face, and tan skin. His clothing choices were… interesting for a place like this; a black trenchcoat with white trimming that looked several sizes too big, a white turtle neck, jeans, and black hiking boots.

Then he saw the guy's appearance… flicker? a few times, before settling on something different.

Now the guy's hair looked white, almost seeming to glow under the waning sunlight. He watched the kid open his mouth like he was about to speak, only to close it a second later, but it was more than long enough to catch sight of several abnormally sharp teeth. There were also faint scars on his face, the most obvious one being on the bridge of his nose.

He felt the kid's pulse pounding erratically beneath him, as if the teen's panic wasn't obvious enough just from looking at him. The skin beneath him was now several shades paler; Sam could hear quick and shallow breaths, the breeze caused by them ruffling his hair.

He was also shaking, which made the younger Winchester really grateful for his tail. Said appendage twitched, curling around his legs under the human's scrutiny.

The human who - not even ten minutes ago- nearly crushed him, nearly killed him with an ease that made Sam's skin crawl. The helplessness of his situation was made horrendously clear in an instant. The kid's hand had snatched him up quicker than he'd expected, moving so fast that he hadn't been able to react.

Now he was sore, bruised, and his fate was in the literal hands of a giant.

The two of them stared at each other for what felt like ages, the kid - Sam assumed - sizing him up as much as he was.

"I-I'm-"

"Uh-"

Sam and the kid blinked, both of them looking at each other in surprise.

The teen blushed, seeming embarrassed as his voice rippled through the Winchester's body, "O-Oh, g-go ahead."

The smaller man winced at the volume, making the kid duck his head in shame.

Well, this was an interesting turn of things. He rolled his eyes, fear abating the longer he went without being hurt. The kid's awkward stuttering helped, that and his expression made Sam think of a puppy… or maybe a baby mouse.

"For starters, don't talk so loud, okay?" He replied, raising his voice so the teen could hear him. He was a little surprised by how quickly he found his voice, slowly standing as the kid's shaking steadied a bit. He adjusted his duffel bag as he balanced, gripping the strap for some form of support.

The kid nodded slightly, voice much quieter now, "R-Right. I-I could hear y-you fine b-by the way."

The tiny man nodded, glancing around before repeating himself, "Can you put me down?"

"O-Oh, s-sure!" He blinked before looking hesitant, "…A-Are… A-Are you g-going to r-run away?"

Sam raised an eyebrow, crossing his arms as he looked the kid in the eye, "That depends on what you'll do. Are you gonna try trapping me? Or killing me?"

A cross between disgust and horror appeared, twisting the teen's massive face as he replied, "N-No! I-I wouldn't-! I-If I hadn't-!"

The vehemence of his words surprised Sam; if that was the case, then why did he…?

The Winchester shook his head, holding his hand up in mock surrender, "Easy, easy. I didn't mean any-"

"N-No i-it's fine!" The kid cut him off, holding his free hand up before glaring at it, "Y-You have every r-right to n-not trust me."

An awkward silence filled the room, the teen refusing to meet Sam's eyes. He watched the kid's free hand reach up; the Winchester flinched and tensed up, expecting the worst. But his fears were unfounded, as the hand stopped near the teen's collarbone and began fiddling with something under his shirt.

"…U-Um," The human still refused to meet his gaze, staring at the cluttered desk instead, "c-can I p-put you o-on the d-desk?"

"Oh, yeah that works. Thanks." Sam shuffled awkwardly, blanching as the "ground" moved with him.

He flinched when the kid's fingers curled up, the digits freezing as he backed away.

The kid wilted as he looked at him, "U-Um… I-I don't w-want you t-to- N-Nevermind. I-I'm sorry."

He was about to respond, but the teen suddenly turned. Sam stumbled, grabbing the kid's thumb for balance as his entire world swayed.

"S-Sorry!" The giant teen whimpered, Sam waved him off as he calmed his nerves. Of course, that was hard to do when every step vibrated through his body and stent him tumbling.

Thankfully, the desk wasn't far away. After a few moments of awkward shuffling, the teen's hand slowly lowered onto the desktop. Sam waited until the fingers were flattened against the cheap wood before bolting off, feeling a massive wave of relief when his feet met solid ground.

This was short-lived when he turned around, watching as an arm over triple his size retreated. The hand attached to it beginning to fiddle with whatever was under his shirt, the kid's left hand dropping to his side.

The teen stared at him for a second, frowning in contemplation before glancing at the abandoned chair he'd been sitting in. He hummed quietly (for him) before looking around the room.

Sam tilted his head, "Uh-?"

The kid suddenly moved, coat trailing behind him as he headed for the bed. Sam raised an eyebrow, about to speak up when the human grabbed one of the pillows.

Object in hand, the white-haired giant returned to the desk. He set it down on the floor about a foot or two away from Sam's perch, scooting it a bit before sitting on it with his knees.

The Winchester was impressed; like this the kid was at about eye level with him, which made talking feel a lot more easy.

"I-I… I um…" The teen fumbled for the right words, looking him over as he spoke, "I-I'm so so sorry a-about… y-y'know."

Sam stayed quiet, tail flicking as he watched the kid closely. He looked like he had more to say.

"C-Can I- Y-You're not… h-hurt or a-anything, a-are you?"

He shrugged, rolling his shoulders to test them, "A little sore, but otherwise I'm fine."

The kid's expression brightened, looking both happy and relieved, "T-That's great! I-I mean, I-I'm glad y-you're okay!"

Sam let out an amused huff, "Thanks, kid."

His brow furrowed as he thought of something, crossing his arms as he spoke, "So, what was up with nearly crushing me? Because something isn't adding up here."

The teen flinched, rubbing the back of his head, "A-Ah. W-Well… it's a l-long story."

Sam raised an eyebrow.

The kid wilted almost instantly, "I-I… can't c-control it sometimes, it j-just kinda…" He gestured vaguely with his left hand, glaring at it, "lashes o-out."

Yikes… no wonder he was so apologetic, "What causes it? Is it a medical condition or…?"

He winced, putting his hands in his lap, "L-Like I said: it's a l-long story."

'Or something you don't want to talk about.' Sam added mentally, but let the subject drop.

"O-Oh, by the way," The kid mimed snapping his fingers, looking like he'd just remembered something, "w-what's your name? M-Mine's Jonas Ryusuké."

He debated telling the teen - Jonas; on one hand, the guy had offered his name up first. On the other… well, Dean would be pissed for one. There was also the problem of secrecy, he didn't want the other wall people to get hurt because of his stupidity.

But… if he was careful, then it should be fine?

"…Sam. Sam Winchester." He finally answered, staring defiantly at the giant.

Jonas beamed, his massive shoulders shifting like he was about to lift his arms. But as quickly as Sam saw this, the veritable cliffs relaxed, the teenager attached to them giving him a sheepish look.

"I-It's nice to meet you, Sam. I-I'd shake your hand, b-but…" He gestured between the two of them with his head, keeping his hands in his lap, "P-Plus I d-don't think you w-want to be near me after… t-that."

"…Not right now, no." He couldn't help agreeing. Despite knowing the teen didn't mean any harm, Sam still watched his movements carefully.

Another bout of silence descended, though it wasn't as tense nor as awkward. It was… oddly pleasant, in spite of everything.

He looked at the items scattered on the desktop, zeroing in on the giant map taking up most of the space. It was an… oddly familiar sight. Not exactly the map itself, but the general set-up instead. The feeling nagged at him as he stared at the items, digging at his mind with a nostalgia that he just… couldn't place for the life of him.

It took several more seconds of staring before it hit him, his brain finally reminding him where he'd seen this before:

Back before their curse, Sam could remember seeing his dad hunched over different maps or books, his journal opened at his side.

This lead to an obvious conclusion, one that made his anxiety skyrocket.

'Shit… is this kid a Hunter?!'

It'd explain how the kid moved so fast - and how he'd even spotted Sam in the first place. Hunters had to be on-edge almost 24/7, unless they wanted to get killed by a vampire or something.

But then… why hadn't he killed him? He'd never heard of a Hunter sparing a "monster" before, they just shot first and asked questions never.

"I-Is everything alright?" Jonas was staring at him, curiosity obvious.

Deciding to fish for info, he responded with his own question: "What's with the map?"

The teen blinked, eyes flicking to the paper for a second, "O-Oh, um, w-well…"

He rubbed the back of his head, sighing as he continued, "I-I… dunno if y-you'd believe me if I told you."

Sam snorted despite himself, gesturing to himself before raising an eyebrow.

"F-Fair enough." The kid huffed, amusement clear as he slowly stood up, "G-Gimme a sec…"

He carefully sat down at the desk, the chair creaking as his weight settled on it. He glanced at Sam before flattening the map out, the noise making his ears hurt a bit.

Once Jonas gave him the okay, he stepped cautiously onto it. The vague smell of ink permeated the thing, and he didn't have to look far for an answer.

Long black pen strokes spread out beneath him, forming large X's over parts of town. He saw a few question marks next to some spots, and circle encompassing others.

…His Hunter theory was getting more credible by the minute.

He got confirmation about two seconds later.

"I-I'm trying to t-track down something," Jonas admitted as he scooted closer to the table, trying to lean on his crossed arms without looming over Sam, "s-something that could e-easily wipe this town o-off the map if it wanted to."

Off the map? What the hell was he after?!

"…Do you know what it is?" He asked after finding his voice, "That might help narrow down locations."

"T-That's the problem!" The teen groaned in admittance, leaning back and throwing his hands up, "I-I know what it is, b-but these t-things vary so much that I can't pin them down!"

He sounded distraught, hiding his face in his hands. His elbows were resting on the table still; despite his fears, Sam walked forward and patted the teen's massive sleeve.

"Hey, it's okay." He couldn't help saying, before leaning into the "oblivious bystander" act some more, "If you're so hung up on this - and if it's as dangerous as you say - then why not go to the police?"

He already knew the answer, it'd been drilled into him for as long as he could remember:

The police couldn't handle the things that go bump in the night, not like Hunters could. They weren't trained to deal with ghosts, demons, or werewolves (and to quote his father directly, "would only get in the way.").

He was only really asking because it'd help gauge the kid's character - help let Sam know if he was trustworthy. Because Hunters (any human really) were dangerous to people like him, no matter how "harmless" they looked.

It took the kid a second to respond, his voice muffled by his hands, "T-They wouldn't b-be able to help, n-not against this thing."

One of his hands moved, fingers combing through his hair, "These t-things… normal w-weapons don't do a-anything to them, they only m-make them more mad. B-Besides, even if I did a-and they believed me…"

He looked at him suddenly, eyes filled with a steely determination that took Sam aback, "there n-no way in hell I'd j-just leave it there. Not w-when people are in d-danger - when I could d-do something to s-stop it."

The tone he used surprised him too; it wasn't the meek one he was slowly getting used to, this was one that held confidence. Despite not knowing if Jonas could back up his big talk, Sam couldn't help but believe him.

"…Alright," He sighed dipping his head slightly, "if you say so."

The teen fidgeted, bitting his lip before suddenly speaking, "U-Um… i-it feels l-like I'm missing s-something here," he gestured to the mess with a massive sweep of his hand, "l-like I'm r-running in circles. I-If you w-want… I-I could use a s-second o-opinion."

Sam's eyes widened at the implication; he… the kid couldn't be asking him for help, right? That- that was just impossible-!

Granted, this entire encounter's been nothing but improbable, but that's beside the point!

After a beat of shocked silence he found his voice, "You… you want my help?"

The teen nodded emphatically, bangs flopping down in front of his eyes slightly, "Y-Yeah! A fresh s-set of eyes c-could find something t-that I missed."

"Are… A-Are you sure?" Sam winced as his voice cracked, "I don't think I'd be much help considering… y'know,"

He pointed at the both of them, watching the kid's eyes follow his every miniscule move.

Jonas scoffed at the motion, "O-Oh c'mon! J-Just because you're s-small doesn't mean y-you can't help!"

Sam looked at the teen in disbelief, "You- I- What?!"

The giant flinched back, head tilting innocently, "I-Is… is that a-a no?"

"No! That's not-!" He groaned, shaking his head as he calmed his breathing, "That's not what I meant. I just- I'm surprised you'd want my help."

"Surprised that you're not freaking out more, too." He added under his breath, because even if this guy was a Hunter (and a new one at that), something like Sam would probably freak anyone out.

He wasn't expecting the sympathetic smile that the teen gave him, nor the reply said in a kind and soft voice, "I've m-met a few inhuman people in the p-past, some g-good, a-a lot b-bad. Y-You'd need to do a l-lot to s-scare me; a-are you a little weird? S-Sure, b-but you s-seem nice enough. P-Plus…"

"Plus…?" The question slipped from the cursed man's lips, his mind stuck on the teen's other words. He'd never expect anyone - much less a human - would say such things about him, or anyone like him.

It was… unbelievable would be an understatement.

Jonas seemed to - he almost seemed to know; his massive face softening before he began moving. Slowly and carefully - more carefully than he ever thought a human could move - he slipped out of his chair, sitting on his knees as he bent down to Sam's eye level.

"…Y-You know more than you're l-letting on, I c-can s-sense it."

His thoughts screeched to a halt, because… what?! More importantly, how?!

The teen squirmed, drawing back a smidge as he fidgeted, "I-It's not… it's not s-something I'm u-used to explaining…"

That… doesn't answer his questions, but alright then.

Sam sighed, pinching the bridge of his nose. His tail flicked this way and that in irritation; he'd never been good at controlling the thing, not as good as Dean anyway.

It's just - this kid, who's so drenched in the supernatural -so obviously a Hunter - that it's not even funny, but somehow so… so ignorant of it at the same time, like a living paradox that shouldn't exist.

Huh, guess they had something in common there.

Yet despite that, here he was! Asking him - someone who's barely taller than his ankle - for help on a case! No matter how many times he repeated it in his mind, he just couldn't wrap his head around it. It was such an unbelievable - unfathomable - idea that his subconscious outright rejected it.

What was even worse was despite all of the warning signs, all of the red flags, all of his instincts screaming at him that it was a trap… he wanted to say yes.

Ever since the curse - ever since they'd found out that they were different, even amongst the wall people - Sam had fought to prove himself. Whether it be to his brother, the other residents of the walls, or hell even to himself - he needed to prove that him and his weren't just… just useless freaks!

With a stray thought of 'fuck it', he threw caution to the wind.

"Sure, I'll help you."

It was like Sam had just told him Christmas had come early; Jonas' posture brightened as a massive grin spread across his face. This one was all teeth, the serrated dentitions looking like a cross between a dog's and… some other animal that Sam couldn't quite place.

Oh yeah, he definitely wasn't human - at least not entirely.

The teen was about to speak when Sam beat him to it, voice shaking slightly at the sight of those fangs, "B-But! Not tonight, I've stayed out way longer than I should've already."

"…And Dean's probably worried sick." He muttered to himself, guilt filling him at the thought of his injured brother.

"Dean…?" A near-whisper answered him, a chill running down his spine as the giant kid's face grew confused, "I-Is that a f-friend of yours?"

Shit, "Y-You ah - You heard that?"

Jonas nodded before tapping one of his ears, "I-I - my h-hearing's a lot b-better than y-you'd expect, s-sorry."

Great. Sam sighed, waving the apology off with a roll of his eyes, "If you can't help it then it's fine. Just - You can't tell anyone about this, okay?"

A relieved huff answered him, the kid shrugging before gesturing to himself and the desk, "L-Like I'm have a-any room to complain? You're s-secret's safe with m-me."

"…Alright. Then… I'll see you tomorrow?" It felt weird trusting a… whatever Jonas was, no matter how uneasy it was.

It took him longer than he'd liked to respond, reaffirming his decision, "Yeah… see you tomorrow."

He made his way over to the edge of the desk, uncertainty swirling within as he readied his decent, before Jonas spoke up again.

"U-Um… d-do you want m-me to h-help you d-down?" He sounded about as unsure as Sam felt, scooting towards him preemptively.

This time, he replied with confidence, "Nah, I've climbed down higher stuff before."

He felt wide eyes on him as he slipped his hook (a simple bit of thread tied to a bent paperclip) from his bag, latching it to the edge of the desk before throwing the line off. After a practiced tug to make sure it was secure, he was off. Climbing down impossibly tall furniture was second nature at this point, as easy to him as breathing.

He planted his feet on the carpeted floor with a near-imperceptible thwump, turning back to retrieve his hook only to meet the amazed gaze of Jonas.

"So cool…!" The teen's whisper roiled overhead, stars practically in his eyes.

Sam felt a bit pride swell up within him, basking in the feeling of amazing someone so large with relative east.

He was about to grab his line when Jonas began moving, hand snatching his hook before he could even blink. Gently the appendage lowered, thread line trailing behind as it descended. Pinched carefully between the teen's fingers, his hook was presented to him.

It took Sam an embarrassing amount of time to break out of his shocked stupor, shaking himself before quickly grabbing one of his most important possessions.

Jonas looked bashful as his hand retreated, "S-Sorry, i-it looked like g-grabbing that thing w-would've been a p-pain."

He resisted the urge to roll his eyes, of course the kid would apologize for being nice, "You're fine, saves me the headache."

The teen nodded, Sam feeling his eyes follow him as he walked towards a hole in the wall. It was disguised using the surrounding wallpaper, pulled over it juuuust enough to avoid human attention.

As the Winchester pulled the paper away, he turned and took one last look at the kid. He fought back a snort when he waved at him, returning the gesture before slipping back into the safety of the walls.

#text post #my writing #g/t #g/t au #g/t writing #oc character #supernatural #i have no idea either #am i ashamed of this? maybe #sam winchester #i swear my brain's on crack or smth #plot bunnies go brrrrrrr

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tillthelandslide · 1 year ago

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(Updated) Insufferable Arsehole | Playlist

Just some songs I listen to whilst writing IA / Relate to the Series. Hope you like :)

The 1975 - The 1975 (bfiafl)

Figure It Out - Royal Blood

Look What You Made Me Do - Taylor Swift

R U Mine? - Arctic Monkeys

crushcrushcrush - Paramore

Woman - Harry Styles

Gives You Hell - The All-American Rejects

Black Sheep - Metric

Teeth - 5 Seconds of Summer

I Wanna Be Yours - Arctic Monkeys

Youngblood - 5 Seconds Of Summer

Do I Wanna Know - Arctic Monkeys

Apocalypse - Cigarettes After Sex

How Did You Get So Good - D'Lourdes

The Only Exception - Paramore

When We Are Together - The 1975

Crystal - Fleetwood Mac

All I Need To Hear - The 1975

Dancing On The Waves - Bethel Music, We The Kingdom

Me & You Together Song - The 1975

Sunshine Baby - The Japanese House

Tonight (I Wish I Was Your Boy) - The 1975

Hallelujah - Paramore

Guys - The 1975

Catch Fire - 5 Seconds Of Summer

Inside Your Mind - The 1975

Love of My Life - Harry Styles

Electric Love - BØRNS

Fill My Little World - The Feeling

Sweet Disposition - The Temper Trap

Tear In My Heart - Twenty One Pilots

Fallingforyou - The 1975

Seeing Blind - Niall Horan, Maren Morris

You Make Loving Fun - Fleetwood Mac

Iris - The Goo Goo Dolls

Summer In The Hamptons - Jonas Brothers

Vacation Eyes - Jonas Brothers

Touch Tank - Quinine (suggested by @hereforthefunhehe)

Sunshine Baby - The Japanese House (suggested by @maybeiwouldlikeyou)

Part of The Band - The 1975

#insufferable arsehole matty healy series #the 1975 fanfic #the 1975 #matty healy #matty healy series

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binniesoob · 1 year ago

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Third ask, I swear it's the last one, I'll stop after this, it's just because I forgot something 😭

Also because I missed you a lot here Jo, hope you'll take a break after Friday really, I swear don't you dare to push yourself oooooor...I'll be sad 🥺

First thing, MONSTA X AREN'T LETTING ME CATCHING A BREAK 😭

I couldn't recover properly from both Jooheon and Kyun that Hyungwon and Shownu went "We're gonna debut as a sub unit, lol" and I'm like LET ME BREATH FOR A SEC PLS 😭

Do you have any thoughts about it? I wonder if Hyungwon will produce all the songs here this time, I love so much the stuff he made so far and I think he's ready for a full mini album this time. I can't wait honestly, there are so many things I want to see like Papa Nunu performing again after centuries 😭

Second thing, Soobin on Instagram. That's it.

Third, I think Sweet's title track is giving hints about the MVs timeline. Idk hearing Magic, I Know I Love You, GBGD is making me feel that maybe we're getting a new piece on the puzzle. Also the intro and the outro. You can't call the outro Falling PLS, you really want me to think about the I Know I Love You (Japanese version) MV aren't you?! 😭 And it's so hilarious that Spotify recommended me Farewell, Neverland after the album like...my brain collapsed. We got another little piece for the entire "Love Storyline" imo

Last thing... thoughts on the TxT X Jonas Brothers Collab? :3

i... i thought i already answered this one too and only the srr jap ver ask was left... 🤡 i am so sorry 😭

glad to say i took a month off studying and i'm reborn so don't worry 😌

HYUNGWON AND SHOWNU SUBUNIT IT'S EVERYTHING WE DIDN'T KNOW WE NEEDED‼️ the songs are great, they look amazing, hAVE YOU SEEN THEM PERFORMING WHO DO YOU LOVE AT KCONLA?? LIKE 😮‍💨😮‍💨😮‍💨

yes SOOBIN MADE AN INSTAGRAM AND I'VE BEEN GETTING MORE&MORE DELULU SINCE

like???? stop giving us so much boyfriend material i'm not gonna survive???

on a serious note, did you found put about Odi passing away? 🥺 it broke my heart... the pictures he uploaded in july with him were actually a goodbye and we didn't know ☹ i'm so sorry for soob 🫂 he talked about it on weverse live for the first time some days ago so he had time to process and grieve, he's doing better now :( ❤‍🩹

oh when i saw that the Outro was called Falling‼️ ALSO LISTEN TO THIS:

i started bawling me eyes out when i realised. it's basically the circle of txt childhood and time in magic island closing i-

DO IT LIKE THAT IS SO SILLY AND FUN I LOVE HERRRRR 🧡 it was so cool seeing my childhood/teenage years and my early twenties collide through it 🥹 il multiverso esiste! but i also NEED the studio version of the txt only version they performed at lollapalooza 😭 what do u think about it???

#jonaswers #teresa 🎨☁️

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msommers · 1 year ago

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1, 9, 16 for riya/victor, and bonus 3 for riya/leroux :)

i give u a kees on the nose muah thank u // development questions for couples

What, specifically, was the catalyst for their physical attraction (if applicable) to the other character? In other words, what in particular had them like “Oh, they’re...hot...”

it's cheating if i just put "lust at first sight" as the answer, i know it, but i do believe in my heart that it's absolutely true for victor lmao. how is he (a simple spoiled rich boy) supposed to see her (a beautiful girl in a striking dress) walk by giving him an overt once-over and a wink while attending a fête or smth, and not immediately be a goner? impossible. alexa play sucker by jonas brothers. on riya’s end, without a doubt it happened the first time she saw him spellcasting. whether it was during the previous tourney or simply catching a glimpse of him practicing some spell or other, he was a showman who knew he was hot shit and she ate that spectacle right up. mages are incredibly sexy in action and both riya and i will die on that hill

What do they think about commitment? Is a long-term partnership the goal? Are they thinking about building a life with their partner, or are they focused on the present?

neither of them were particularly focused on the Big Picture and that was part of why they worked so well together, much to the disappointment of parents on both sides. they could see into the future so far as their grand plans of exciting and romantic adventures, but most of their focus was on enjoying their time in the present to the fullest without worries of what was to come later. which is entirely why long-term commitment was never discussed between them, though it was probably assumed?? given how deep their feelings were.

If they had the ability to just spend free time with their partner, what would they do? Would they go out or stay inside?

mmmmm i think 9/10 times they would choose to go out, which shows how hilariously privileged they were before things went downhill. they'd get up to a lot of things but their favorites would have been dancing, walking the markets, and frequenting their favored meal spots. the kinda couple that were always in contact of some kind while out together, but it was hard to tell if that was fully motivated by affection alone or if they also wanted to be a little obnoxious and in-your-face about their happiness and attraction to each other. (it was for sure both.)

By contrast, what was the moment that first made their ~heart~ Soft for the other person? Not necessarily a conscious realization of “I love this person,” but a moment that had them like “Oh...I adore them...”

hmm. i don't know if riya's reached an Adoration level with him. the closest thing i can think of here (so i can give an actual answer) would be closer to a moment of Appreciation. my memory won’t provide what scene was going down when it happened, but i do remember there being a moment during a session where as a player i realized oh, this guy is the only one here who is actively going through something similar to riya. because while everybody else in the party has already been exposed to such things through their own varied experiences, riya was having her worldviews torn apart piece by piece with each revelation of how bad things are with the templars and the circle (and the world outside of her tiny view in general tbh) beyond cumberland and she was not doing great. so yeah it sucks leroux had to confront that the system he’s trusted and worked in for however long was allowing—and even encouraging!!—terrible things to happen right under his nose, but it gave riya a moment of being able to recognize that she wasn’t alone in having her views and faith flipped on their head. and as a lil extent of that, his commitment to taking action after the revelations helped influence her own attitude towards the entire white spire magebreak :)

on the other side, clearly leroux was besotted at first meeting. duh. just look @ that smile of hers, how could he not be (aka i won’t make assumptions on his end lmao)

#r: valeriya & victor #i made the sucker song joke and had to stop typing instantly after it to actually go add the song to their playlist lmao #r: valeriya & leroux #congrats dweebs you get a tag now too

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seisho99 · 2 years ago

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hihihiii . since i got to tell u abt enstars do u wanna talk abt oxenfree since all i know abt it is that someone has blue hair and pronouns

I WOULD TY MWAH KISSING YOU ok so . blue hair & pronouns is the protagonist her names alex the game opens with her on a boat trip w her childhood friend ren + her recently acquired stepbrother jonas to edwards island 4 a yearly quote unquote bash on the beach that ppl do but literally no one else went except them + two girls (nona and clarissa) and since they caught the last ferry theyre stuck together 4 the night on an essentially deserted island . FUN . neways we learn through exposition that a) throughout the years ppl have reported freaky shit involving caves on the beach with radio frequencies & they brought a radio 2 test them out and b) the islands oldest living resident (maggie adler) died about three days prior to their visit and c) there was a military submarine called the kanaloa that was sunk in wwii that killed 97 people inside OKAY . moving on . theyre playing truth or slap (truth or dare but no dares and u get 2 slap some1 if they lie) stuff happens ren has a crush on nona etc etc clarissa chooses 2 be a cunt and ask why alexs parents divorced & we learn that alex had a brother named michael who died + throughout other flashbacks in the game we see that clarissa and michael were dating, he drowned on a lake trip with alex who was unable to help since she cant swim & clarissa blames her 4 his death its a whole thing they make me insane MOVING ON . CAVES in the caves you do some radio signal bullshit BAM theres . some fucked up floating triangle that speaks in radio voice clips . & is kind of possessing them as vessels . occasionally theres time loops bc theyre trying 2 keep them there as long as possible 4 the possession 2 be successful . FUN ok the triangle is actually a dimensional rift connected 2 all of the people who died on aforementioned submarine that were separated from existence in a void outside of time and space theyre called the sunken okok shenanigans occur everyones on every corner of the island clarissa is the most posessed throughout & kills herself twice but dw shes fine ANYWAYS . after much plot they find maggie adlers plans 4 closing the rifts since she was part of the reason the submarine was sunk in the first place & had been studying them they have 2 cross over to the other side of the rift & tune the radio from there BUT while shes there the ghosts try 2 bargain with alex that theyll spare her & her friends if she lets them have clarissa therefore erasing her from existence & its either that or have that happen 2 Alex herself and then the ending is determined by the player there r several different endings & then at the end when alex is recounting how everything ended how ppl are doing after the island etc etc theres a glitch thing that happens whenever theres a time loop & she starts talking abt how she needs 2 catch the ferry and pick up jonas the whole game is a loop in itself WOO ok . anyways i loveeeee the characters in this game theyre so . teenagers & i love how like !! theyre all trapped by grief alex and clarissa are stuck in this endless antagonism bc thwyre both grieving the same person the sunken persist bc theyre grieving their own lives that were cut short & theres this scene at the end right b4 alex has 2 make the final choicethats just !!!!! the parallels !!!!!!!!! explodes !!!!!!!!!! uhhhh i love this game its 7yrs old now she is like a child to me . heartemoji

#asks #THIS IS PROBS SO INCOHERENT IT IS LATE & SO MUCH STUFF HAPPENS . BUT YEAH <3 #march

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thatle0 · 6 months ago

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my lifeline

to my parents, siblings, and my kolet nieces and nephews you're the reasons why i strive to live longer when i feel like ending it all, and to say i'm grateful is an understatement. palangga ta gid kamo [already said these to them irl].

to my college friends kishrell and cheng haha the trio of two oa and one nonchalant (me), my babygirls merryl, jona, and april, and of course to the solid section c, thank you so much, proud gid ko sinyo i love you [102x].

to my internet friend ysabel, who has been my life advisor through my ups and downs naks ikyk 💌 thank you for the friendship and for listening to my rants during my college years.

to my elementary and junior high school friends clarence, kim, cyries, reyna, darlyn, and to my lowkey gang analyn and aira, thank you for including me in your random catch-ups during my college life. it helped me a lot. i'm blessed to have low maintenance friends like you guys🫀.

to my bro bestie, chem. imysm! thank u for being there for me during "those" times since jhs.

to shoya, clarenceluz. tysm for being my safe place since shs. you deserve all the strawberries 🍓 in the world.

to myself, the past 4 years were hard, and it may continue to be hard, i hope you overcome whatever may happen in the coming years.

i love you all and thank you.

(blessed your eyes for this once in a blue moon post haha)

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jwscrobbles · 10 years ago

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Top 50 Songs Scrobbled for the Week Ending 12/7/2014

TW LW Artist - SONG 1 2 MNEK/Shakka –WROTE A SONG ABOUT U(1 week @ #1) 2 3 Snakehips/Sinead Harnett – DAYS WITH YOU 3 4 Childish Gambino/Lloyd - TELEGRAPH 4 5 Lana del Rey - ULTRAVIOLENCE 5 1 Taylor Swift – SHAKE IT OUT(2 weeks @ #1) 6 6 Big Data/Joywave – DANGEROUS 7 10 Tove Lo – HABITS (STAY HIGH) 8 11 The Flying Lotus/Kendrick Lamar – NEVER CATCH ME 9 8 Kendrick Lamar – I 10 7 Toro y Moi – SO MANY DETAILS 11 15 Calvin Harris/John Newman - BLAME 12 14 Sam Smith – I’M NOT THE ONLY ONE 13 18 Alpine – GASOLINE 14 12 Jess Glynne – RIGHT HERE 15 23 Nick Jonas – JEALOUS 16 24 Jessie Ware – SAY YOU LOVE ME 17 9 Jeremih/YG – DON’T TELL EM 18 20 Chromeo/Solange – LOST ON THE WAY HOME 19 16 Phantogram – BLACK OUT DAYS(1 week @ #1) 20 13 Jessie J/Ariana Grande/Nicki Minaj – BANG BANG(1 week @ #1) 21 17 Mack Wild – MY CRIB 22 22 The Magician/Years and Years - SUNLIGHT 23 35 Maroon 5/J Cole – ANIMALS 24 19 Elle Varner/A$AP Ferg – DON’T WANNA DANCE 25 37 Ariana Grande/The Weeknd – LOVE ME HARDER 26 30 Pitbull/John Ryan - PITBULL 27 42 Teyana Taylor/PushaT/Yo Gotti - MAYBE 28 31 Mr. Probz – WAVES (ROBIN SCHULTZ RADIO EDIT) 29 21 Charli XCX – BOOM CLAP(2 weeks @ #1) 30 25 Echosmith – COOL KIDS 31 27 Jhene Aiko – THE PRESSURE 32 29 Tinashe/ScHoolboy Q – 2 ON 33 43 Mary J. Blige – WHOLE DAMN YEAR 34 34 Katy Perry – THIS IS HOW WE DO 35 26 Ed Sheeran – DON’T 36 28 Ariana Grande/Zedd – BREAK FREE(3 weeks @ #1) 37 38 Ella Eyre – IF I GO 38 32 Jhene Aiko/Kendrick Lamar – STAY READY (WHAT A LIFE) 39 33 The Weeknd – OFTEN 40 36 The Madden Brothers – WE ARE DONE 41 46 Fitz and the Tantrums – FOOLS GOOD 42 48 Phantogram – NOTHING BUT TROUBLE 43 39 Spoon – DO YOU 44 40 Iggy Azalea/Rita Ora – BLACK WIDOW 45 41 Keyshia Cole - SHE 46 --- Mark Ronson/Bruno Mars – UPTOWN FUNK 47 47 Hozier – TAKE ME TO CHURCH 48 44 Artic Monkeys – WHY’D YOU ONLY CALL ME WHEN YOUR HIGH(1 week @ #1) 49 --- Charli XCX – BREAK THE RULES 50 50 Milky Chance – STOLEN DANCE

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senditcolton · 2 years ago

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could u do 1 with kreider 🙏

absolutely my lovely anon! this was entirely inspired by Joe Jonas and Sophie Turner.

Hand in hand like we planned as the night takes us away.

You came to Las Vegas with Chris to get away from your stress. That was the plan. But it seems like your upcoming wedding wasn’t going to be as easily set aside as you had hoped.

“So, is there anything they can do?” you sigh, running a hand across your forehead as you sit in your hotel room, listening to your wedding planner talk after receiving an urgent 911 text from them.

“We aren’t sure as of yet. I called the boutique where you bought the dress and they don’t have another in stock and we are right now scouring every bridal store in the tri-state in hopes that there is one out there. Hopefully we find one and can get it here and altered in time. I will tell you when we have an update. Best case scenario, we find a replacement and it all works out. Worst case, you may have to go with your second-choice dress, which I will try to prevent with everything I got.”

“Alright,” you breathe again, taking another moment to try and collect yourself. “Thank you for everything Andy.” After a few quick salutations, you hang up and collapse onto the bed, your cell phone carelessly thrown onto the duvet next to you. Without thinking, your arm reaches up to grab one of the pillows near the top and you bring it down to cover your face before releasing a piercing shriek, fueled by all of your frustrations.

“Woah,” you hear the slightly muffled voice of your fiancé and you throw the pillow back to see Chris staring down at you, his suit slightly undone. “Is everything okay?”

“No,” you whine, eyes closing as you sink deeper into the mattress and your misery. Chris doesn’t respond instantly and you hear some moving before you feel his weight land on the bed next to you. You open your eyes and look over to find him laying next to you, his gentle eyes taking you in.

“What happened?”

“There was a pipe burst in my friend’s apartment,” you start to explain, relaying the message that Andy told you mere moments ago. “And the majority of it was in her closet,” you continue and as you speak, your words become more stilted, the emotions and tears that you had held back starting force their way to the forefront. “And that was where I was keeping my wedding dress.”

You see the implications of your words register on Chris’ face and when he looks at you with such empathy, that is when the first tear falls, the truth that you didn’t want to believe falling out of your mouth with it.

“It’s ruined, Chris. My dress is ruined,” you say, instinctively rolling towards him. Chris doesn’t hesitate to scoop you up in his arms, holding you tight and letting you cry, pressing soft kisses into your hair.

The two of you stay like that for a moment, Chris comforting you as you catch your breath. He waits until you are ready before speaking again.

“Is there a plan to get this fixed?”

“Well,” you breathe, pulling the solutions that Andy gave you from your memory. “They are trying to find another one of the same dress in any store they can and hopefully get it back to New York in time to get altered. But if they can’t find it, then I might have to pick a different dress.”

“I’m sorry, sweetheart,” Chris says, his hand running soothingly up and down your spine. “I know you came out here with me to get away from all this.”

“I just wish this all could stop,” you huff out, the overwhelming frustration hitting you. There is a heavy silence as the two of you lay there before Chris speaks again.

“Do you want to delay the wedding?” Your body shoots up at his words, a jolt of shock running through you.

“What? No. No. I want to get married to you. I can’t wait to get married to you,” you say, adamant and relax when you see Chris’ gentle smile grace his features. You heave a sigh before laying back down in his arms. “I just wish this could be easier.”

Another silence comes, just quiet contemplation over everything until Chris once again startles you with his next words.

“Why don’t we just get married?” You turn to face him again, the puzzlement clear on your face.

“What, you mean like, now? Here in Vegas? Like with the Elvis impersonator and everything?”

“Well, we don’t have to have Elvis unless that’s what you really want,” Chris says, his voice easy.

“Is that what you want?”

“What? Elvis?”

“No,” you laugh, your anxieties lessening with Chris’ sweet and goofy demeanor. “Do you want a Vegas wedding?”

“I want to get married to you. Just as much as you want to get married to me. In any place, any time, any shape or form. I want you to be happy. That’s all I want. And this was just a solution I thought of.”

You smile at him, your incredible amazing fiancé, the man you loved with your whole heart. You close the distance between you and kiss him gently, smiling against his lips.

“I would love to have a shotgun Vegas wedding with you,” you laugh when you pull away from him, the smile never leaving your face.

“Yeah?”

“Yeah. Let’s do it.”

Another beaming smile tugs at Chris’ lips before he pulls you into another kiss, and it feels as if a weight has been lifted off your shoulders. This wedding would be perfect; a simple easy declaration of your love for each other. And the wedding you had been planning for months…

“Wait,” you say, pulling away from Chris for a moment. “We’re still going to have the other wedding, right?”

“Of course,” Chris says quickly.

“Okay, perfect,” you breathe out in relief, causing a chuckle to fall from Chris.

The planning of this wedding was easier than you ever expected it to be, so much so that you wish every wedding was this easy. But you suppose that was the point. Within hours, the chapel was booked (Elvis impersonator and all), you found a sleek white jumpsuit, and you were standing across from Chris at the end of an aisle, the pews facing the two of you filled with other NHL All-Stars and their wives and girlfriends.

“By the power vested in me, by the rock-n-roll gods and the state of Nevada, pronounce you husband and wife,” your ��preacher’ announces after you and Chris have exchanged vows. “You may now kiss the bride.”

Chris’ smile widens impossibly as he steps forward, taking you in his arms as he leans in, capturing you in an elated kiss. Your own arms wrap around his broad shoulders as he dips you slightly, the flowers from your bouquet pressing against one of his gameday suits and you can’t stop the smile that comes even as your lips are connected to his when you hear the hoots and hollers from everyone in the chapel.

You two break apart breathlessly, intertwining hands as you make your way down the aisle, your guests throwing the handfuls of fabric rose petals over your heads as you pass. The two of you stop at the end for one last quick kiss before bursting out into the cool Vegas night and hustling into the limo.

You collapse against the seat in breathless excitement as Chris quickly relays the address of your hotel to the driver before joining you.

“We’re married. We’re actually married,” you laugh as Chris takes you in his arms and you recline against his chest.

“Yes, we are,” he responds with his own breathless laughter before grinning down at you. “Mrs. Kreider.”

“Husband.”

“Wife,” he shoots back and the laughter falls from you easily. Chris pauses, just looking down at your smiling face before brushing away the stiff tulle of the chapel given veil away from your face before kissing you again, the pure unfiltered love radiating from him into you. After a moment, you two pull away, still smiling at each other, cuddled together in this newfound love haze.

“So,” Chris begins, “was this wedding everything you could’ve hoped for in a shotgun Vegas wedding?”

“Everything and more,” you reply, your voice light before you switch over to a more serious tone. “Seriously, Chris, this was perfect.”

“Just like you planned it, right?” he gently teases and you let out another small giggle.

“Nah, it was better than anything I could’ve dreamed up. I’m just happy I get to call you mine, officially.”

Chris’ smile softens at your heartfelt words before he lifts your left hand, captured in his, and presses a small kiss onto the stone of your engagement ring. And as the limo drives the two of you through the bustling nightlife of the Las Vegas strip, you knew for certain that this was exactly where you and Chris were meant to be.

#nicole writes #trinity of terror prompt night #weddings should be a celebration of love and that's what this is #chris kreider blurb #chris kreider fluff #new york rangers blurb #nhl blurb #hockey blurb

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NO ONE ASKED BUT IM HERE TO SUPPLY ANYWAY!

sero hanta headcanons for the soul

- asexual, pan-romantic!

- uses they/he pronouns (didn’t know they could have different pronouns until he met tokoyami, and they spent their entire first year having a crisis over it)

- i know it’s old and overused but this kid is a hufflepuff, through and through

- CHILD OF APHRODITE. i take no criticism.

- a heartthrob among his entire grade, not just class A, but B as well, and the general course, and the business course,, AND the support course. everyone loves sero hanta.

- a natural charmer but is literally not aware that they make everyone within a 400 meter radius of them swoon

- until kaminari tells him in their second year. homie. youre fucking hot. and mina says, use it to your advantage. SO HE DOES.

- third year sero hanta is a force to be reckoned with, let me tell you. using their charm along with their natural ability to just. Befriend anyone (including a brick WALL tbh) to get his way. they get their way, they Know Everything. everyone knows his name by the time he graduates.

- The Older Sibling friend. not quite the mom friend or even the dad friend, but the older sibling. he’s a constant source of comfort and dependability among his class, but theyre also an agent of chaos that likes to cause problems On Purpose just to see what’ll happen. they never get caught being the instigator tho. no one can ever catch him.

- likes to watch aforementioned chaos from the sidelines. a mediator and an excellent negotiator. keeps his friends (cough, bakugo) from murdering each other or other people (cough, monoma)

- i like to think he’s the eldest child with two or three younger sisters and maybe a baby brother. their parents divorced right before sero started high school, and he and his siblings live with their mom. she’s a real lovely lady.

- since he’s the eldest, he kinda knows how to take care of people. sick people, sad people, hungry people. they can read and understand people really well if they really matter to him.

- most of the time there’s just wii music in their head tho

- they weren’t super great at prioritizing themselves/taking care of themselves when he first moved in to the dorms, but with time and help from his friends, they keep getting better at it

- sero gets his looks from his dad and his attitude from his mother. again, i imagine she’s a real lovely lady.

- their love language is physical touch! with so many younger siblings and his natural Eldest Sibling Vibe, it’s only natural for him to be super cuddly and affectionate!

- while it may not be their love language, sero also probably really likes spending quality time with his friends. they like going out, they like being loud and having a blast, but the kid also wouldn’t mind sitting in his room with his friends in silence while everyone did their own individual thing.

- the kind of person that sleeps with one pillow only and one blanket only

- probably runs warm, kicks off the blanket in the summer time. either sleeps on his back stretched out like a starfish or curled into themselves like a baby. no in between.

- has a pair of underwear they call their “lucky underwear” and it’s just a pair with spider-man’s face as the pattern.

- the kid does not have regular chairs in his dorm. it’s bean bags or the floor, man.

- they also have a hammock . i’ve seen this repeating trope in every single fic i’ve ever read

- keeps a stash of snacks in his room! but it’s a trade system. kaminari gets m&ms for cheek kisses, kirishima gets beef jerky for his most rib crushing hug, and todoroki gets gummy worms if he shares his manga.

- has led lights that are connected to his speaker and changes color every time a song changes

- has only three playlists. only three.

- they’re titled, respectively: “u yearning bastard,,” “monch monch”, “for pissing bkg off”

- he still listens to the jonas brothers, lots of big time rush, but also fleetwood mac and abba. frank ocean, lorde,,,, but also. they know every word to both mama mia soundtracks.

- absolutely adores horror + romance movies and not much else

- he tries getting into star wars for kirishima’s sake but he literally cannot keep up with the plot for shit.

- can quote the entirety of the notebook with mina (it infuriates bakugo to no end when those two ask to watch it for the fifth time in a week)

- has never tried an energy drink in their life, absolutely refuses to because caffeine makes him Shake and he hates the feeling

- drinks a lot of tea tho! with momo and todoroki!

- favorite snack is oranges. this kid always has oranges.

- aside from satou and bakugo, sero is probably one of the best cooks in their class

- resident pretty boy. did i mention everyone loves them? seriously. he even has the ever so stoic shouto todoroki pining after him.

- had a huge growth spurt the summer after second year began. it pissed off all their friends because he finally passed 6’ while the others were still stuck at 5’9 or below.

- by graduation, sero reached 6’3, and bakugo was still mad, because bakugo never passed 5’10.

- really grew into himself by the end of high school, finally learning how they wanted to express themselves with his clothing style, hair and *clenches fist* piercings

- started painting his nails the summer before their third year and hasnt stopped

- glorious, curly mullet. bejeweled hair pins. jean jackets and platform docs. piercings all the way up his ears. a nose ring and a smiley. (if you don’t know what a smiley is, i beg you to search it up. it’s the cutest fucking thing i’ve ever seen in my life and i want one so bad)

- ochaco is the one who cuts sero’s hair in third year.

- he got most of his piercings alongside bakugo or kaminari, but when they went to get the nose ring, they’d gone with iida and midoriya. and when he got the smiley, he went with todoroki, who squeezed his hand when the needle went through, even if todoroki wasn’t the one getting pierced.

- one time he and denki shaved their legs and arms and Everything to see if it would make them “more aerodynamic” ( “haha dont u mean /sero/dynamic?” “shut up”)

- strangely flexible. everywhere. it makes shouji shiver and jirou gag. it makes todoroki stare with wide, disbelieving eyes.

- really bad handwriting. like. what the fuck.

- that doesn’t stop them from writing cards for each of his friends for their birthdays, for christmas. it doesn’t stop them from writing letters to todoroki (even if he ended up shredding them and throwing them away after they were finished so no one would ever find them. he wanted to ask bakugo to incinerate them, just to be safe, but they didn’t want bakugo, or anyone else, that he had written love letters to shouto todoroki.)

(....not until after they confessed and finally started dating in their third year.)

- finger guns. unironically.

- is a surprisingly good dancer and a passable singer!!!!!!!!

- sings in the shower. also dances in the shower, but one time they fell and hit the wall connecting his and todoroki’s room, and todoroki thought he might’ve died. came to his door and didn’t bother knocking to check and see if they were alright. sero didn’t dance in the shower for a long time after that.

- his favorite color is yellow, but they also really, really like red.

- doesn’t have a fucking phone case on their phone.

- earbuds falling apart but he just keeps putting more tape over them because they really don’t wanna buy new ones (kirishima bought him a pair for christmas because he didn’t want sero to get electrocuted from broken earbuds. sero ensured him he would likely not get electrocuted just from some earbuds, but took the gift anyway)

- smell checks their clothes like a HEATHEN

- is in love with shouto todoroki.

that’s all :) sero hanta is my number one best boy and i love them dearly.

#bnha #mha #my hero academia #boku no hero academia #hanta sero #sero hanta #sero #sero headcanons #mha headcanons #bnha headcanons #sero hanta headcanons #long post #bakusquad

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