#Sometimes my cat thinks he can steal my food? I'm not gonna let my food be stolen sorry

[canines-crown]

Am I the only one who'd throw hands with animals?

I often see clips of people getting attacked by geese, and they're always so scared and try to flee. Same with like... Seagulls! Sometimes raccoons or cats too!

And I'm so confused by that cause like... My friend. You're a tad bit bigger than that gull? Why don't you just defend yourself? 🤨

This isn't me saying that I enjoy fighting or hurting animals, not at all! But if a cat just randomly jumps me even though I just walked past it I'm not gonna run away screaming 😩

[changingplumbob]

CW: Low level sim spice & Language - Guide to Content Warnings

Coleman: Was he making fun of my name or was that an old person joke

Jackson: Fucked if I know. Hey Glenn, Glenn, did you get a prize for second place

Coleman: Don't worry if you didn't because we know just what to get you

Glenn: And what would that be...

Jackson: We'll... throw you a pity party!

The twins burst out laughing but Glenn finds it easier to shrug off than he thought he would. Hey if their taunting was going to help him move on, bring it!

Glenn: Wow, did it take you all day to think of that? Or did you need to workshop it the entire time I was busy

Jackson: *laughing* A pity party! Watcher I'm hilarious

Coleman: I'll play you a moving ballad on my violin so everyone can cry as much as you

Jackson: And I can write a special poem on the death of your relationship, it'll be all poignant and stuff

Glenn: Because you know all about relationship death right

Coleman: Oh, want some ice for that burn bro

Jackson: At least I get laid. You went for how long and didn't get any tail? Embarrassing

Glenn: Not really. Some of us are looking for more than just physical connection

Coleman: Unlike those guys that got it on in Grayson's bed

Jackson: *chuckling* Dude that was so funny

Glenn: Actually that was beyond a violation of privacy and trust

Coleman: What do you think? Glenn's mad because he wasn't invited to join them for a threesome

Jackson: Like he'd even know what to do with a dick other than faint. First or second loser probably still has his cherry

Coleman: If you're nice to us Glenn maybe we'll let you practice on us. But one at a time because we're queer not incesty

Glenn: Thanks but infant is not my type. Neither are people who make up words like incesty. A real vocabulary is attractive, you should think about investing in one sometime

Jackson: You're just mad we're young and fresh faced

Coleman: And depressed you're going to be single forever

Glenn: I survived far worse than your taunting when I was growing up you know

The twins smirked and stood up. For a moment Glenn thought through what shielding spells he knew but it turned out that they were just refilling the food bowls for their dogs who were coming in. Thrash was white with a blue harness, and Throttle was black with a red collar.

Jackson: Thrash! Throttle! Food!

Coleman: Oh hey Glenn, why didn't you pet Olive? The challenge for that day was literally interact with Olive. Did the producers not tell you

Jackson: Are you like anti dog or something

Coleman: Even idiots know if you want in with the owners you spoil the pets

Jackson: But not so much that you're stealing their affections. One time I tried befriending this girls cat and she said she'd rather I sleep with her sister so I did

Glenn: Look, I'm not actually here to talk to you two

Coleman: Oh no, we've been slighted. I'm gonna die from that blow

Jackson: How will my social life ever recover if Glenn the first or second loser won't talk to me

Glenn: Phoebus said Henri would be here

Coleman: He'll get back from the bakery in a bit unless he's shagging another customer

Jackson: He can't stand to be without us for long

Coleman: We're his favourite people

Glenn rather doubted it but it seemed in poor taste to criticize legal orphans for claiming to be beloved so he let them carry on.

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[angel-of-the-moons]

I’d love to request a sibling/roommates fic with Pavi Hobie and the reader if it’s not too much trouble! All 3 of them are so sibling coded. We all decide “fuck it the rent’s cheaper if it’s three of us LET’S BE ROOMMATES”. Some people think ‘oh that apartment’s gonna be trashed’, nope. We all have our respective chores and have a schedule on who takes the trash out. We love spending time at bedtime doing our own skincare routines and brushing our teeth together (callout for people that say that Hobie doesn’t bathe, that man is one of the CLEANEST fuckers out there). Definitely doesn’t stop the occasional argument of “WHO ATE MY LEFTOVER PIZZA?!” “WHO ATE MY LEFTOVER PALAK PANEER?!” “WHO ATE MY FUCKING LAST SCOTCH EGG?!”

Bugs In A Rug!

Platonic! Hobie Brown x Pavitr Prabhakar x Reader

TW/CW: None!

A/N: Sweetheart I am so sorry this has been backed up for so long, I plan on eating through some of my asks (again) So I can open them up. The ones I don't vibe with might get yeeted (I love you all as well as every request that comes in, but some stuff my brain just can't write! 😭)

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People said the three of you would make poor roommates. That your apartment would be chaotic, messy, and loud just because you were all young and close in age, and rowdy when the three of you goofed off.

Oh, they were wrong in their assumptions. Many looked at you and Pavitr and automatically suggested Hobie would make a mess of your apartment. Oh, no. They were so wrong.

You and Pavitr tended to be forgetful, sometimes leaving little messes in your wake that Hobie would either clean up himself, or flick a dish rag at the both of you until the mess was done with.

Oh, and the food situation. You all shared grocery funds; a sound suggestion that worked out well for your wallets. However... Then came the inevitable "who ate my snack?!" debacle. Pavitr in particular was very protective of his masala cashews--to the point he would actively count each little cashew and write the number on the bag.

A tad excessive, but his determination ratted you out as his "cashew thief".

Almost like how you found out it was Hobie stealing your frozen dinners, and how it was Pavitr stealing some of his jaffa cakes.

Right now, however was a simple, casual day. Hobie had spent the past two hours playing his guitar in his room (soundproofed, thankfully) and you and Pavitr were in your usual hamster pile on the couch, waiting for Hobie to join the two of you for your little communal movie night.

"Hooobieeeeee!" Pavitr said loudly, laying backwards over your side as you scrolled through your phone. "C'moooooooon! We're getting booooooored!"

"Oi, gimme a minute, you twerp!" Hobie called out from his room.

You snicker and wiggle around, purposefully messing with Pavitr's balance as he was draped across you like a lazy cat.

"Hey! Quit it! You're the pillow!" Pavitr laughed, rolling over to pinch your cheeks from behind.

"Nah, you're jush a heavy brat!" You giggle, finally turning your phone screen off as you roll over to try and start to wrestle with him.

Hobie comes out right as you have Pavitr's wrist held in your mouth, and he had your leg in an arm-lock.

Hobie, despite his usual punk aesthetic, was wearing a soft knit jumper that seemed a tad too long--even for his long, lanky frame--some loose sweat pants, and a pink and purple silk bonnet that contained his usually untamed mass of wicks.

He put his hands on his hips and frowned at you two. "Now who's actin' like a couple a' brats? Oh, wait, nevermind, it's always you."

"Hey! You're not funny!" You say, you and Pavitr releasing each other as you begin to reassemble your pile of pillows, blankets, and cushions.

"Oh, please, I'm hilarious." Hobie smirked, flipping you the bird (which you responded with both your middle fingers in return) as he walked into the kitchenette to prep the popcorn and pour out the sweet snacks for your movie binge.

Pavitr laid on his pelly and kicked his feet as he watched Hobie get ready. "Aww! You look so cute today!"

"Do not call me that!" Hobie warned, wagging a finger at him over his shoulder.

"But you do!" You giggle, waggling your eyebrows.

Hobie smacks the bag of popcorn into the microwave and glares at the two of you. "Hey, you two like to keep the damn place as cold as an ice box! I have to dress all warm just to live, you damn penguins!"

"Lizard." You and Pavitr both say without missing a beat. And immediately after you and Pavitr high-five and joke about one owing a pop to the other. Hobie just scoffed loudly and took the bag of popcorn from the microwave, shaking the bag up a bit so the butter spreads, and grabs the bottle of "movie theater butter" the three of you were so fond of.

You and Pavitr turn to the TV and you snatch up the remote, scrolling through films to watch.

"Whatcha thinking about?" Pavitr asked innocoently.

"There's this one movie--the dude in it sounds just like Miguel, I swear!" You say, signing in to your streaming profile to find said movie.

"Ugh," Hobie groans, plopping down onto the ground next to you and your tanned, golden-retriever of a friend. "If he acts like him, I just know the movie is gonna suck."

"No, no, no!" You refute. "He's actually funny and like, he's a pilot or something."

"Fine, fine." He sighed with a lazy smirk, holding the popcorn bucket out to Pavitr for him to grab a handful of the crunchy, popped treat. You meanwhile snagged one of the lemon drop creme cookies he'd set down in between all of you as the movie's opening credits begin to crawl.

It was your first time ever watching this "Star Wars" stuff.

[twoidiotwriters1]

Copycat: Cryptomnesia —(Marvel Fem!Oc)

A/N: What do you guys think should I let them date?👀 -Danny

Words: 1,830

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xvii: Girls’ Night

"Jack is the tracksuit's boss, Laura just confirmed it," Clint told her. "So you better buckle up, Kate's going to be insufferable about this one. Which reminds me— Stop."

"Stop what?" She frowned.

"Your flirting."

"Ha! I'm sorry to burst your bubble but no one's flirted with you since the 90s." The young woman resumed her walk. "Maybe it's because you haven't spent much time around me, but I swear this is how I am with everyone..."

"Nah, bullshit," Clint replied. "You don't remember why you hated me so much as a kid, do you?" Cat didn't reply. "The others didn't pay attention, but I had kids, and I could multitask when a child was around. I kept you from stealing guns of unsuspecting guards, from falling on your face thanks to a loose shoelace— I taught you how to tie your first pair of shoes!"

She chuckled. "You were always telling me not to do this or that, I thought you didn't like me."

"I like kids, and you were a funny one, but you needed a firm hand sometimes, and the others weren't great parental figures."

"And if that was the case why didn't you say so?" She raised a brow.

Clint sighed. "I had a soft spot thanks to my kids, so you keeping your distance helped to keep my walls up. Cat, when we find people like you—"

"Freaks?"

"Young," he corrected, "Fury has to make up rules on the go. We weren't there to be your family, you were there to be a future agent and nothing else."

"That's... sad," Cat pouted. "Makes it sound like I had a shitty childhood."

"You don't think that?" He asked, curious to hear what she had to say.

She made a "so-so" gesture. "I was a satisfied kid after Nat and Hill softened my edges, I found ways to have fun... Not that I can properly remember, it's more like a feeling... my heart knows I was happy once."

Cat cringed at her sentence, and Clint patted her shoulder. "You'll figure it out. For now... you gotta promise you won't get involved with Kate."

"If you promise you won't mentor her once this is over."

"Ha! Easy."

"It's a deal, then," Cat pushed the sunglasses up her nose and tightened her jacket around her body, she really needed a new coat.

Kate walked into the apartment carrying several bags. She found Clint covered in frozen food and Copycat trying to scare a few cats from the fire escape.

"What is all this?" Clint asked.

"This is me saving the holidays— Can you help me out?"

Cat closed the window before the dog could sniff the felines. "What are you doing?"

"I'll get Clint home in time for the big day, figured in the meantime, we could celebrate?"

The mutant examined each bag. "Can't remember the last time I attended a Christmas party..."

"Well, you're in luck," Kate patted the seat next to her. "It's movie marathon night, right? Check this out, I got movies..."

"That's very thoughtful of you... thanks," Clint shared a look with Cat.

"Wait— can we put a pause on that and talk about sword-boy for a minute?"

"Oh, right," Cat sat on the armrest, grabbing a bag and looking inside of it. "You go first."

Clint nodded. "You got good instincts, kid."

Kate looked at him. "What do you mean?"

"We did a little digging and turns out Sloan's a shell company that launders money for the tracksuits. And Jack's the CEO."

"You sure?" Cint hummed, so Kate continued. "Okay, well, we're just gonna have to come up with a plan to take down my mom's fiance's organized crime ring..." Kate pulled out something from the paper bag Cat was holding. "While simultaneously having a heartwarming holiday celebration."

The girl threw an ugly sweater at Clint, and Cat laughed. "I get to see you riding a unicorn, and wearing an ugly sweater? Is my birthday today?"

"No, I'm pretty sure you were born the same day as the devil," Clint scowled.

"So you agree my birthday's on Halloween?"

"I got one for you too, Cat—"

"Noup!" She pushed the sweater back into the bag. "Never worn one and I refuse to."

"Oh, c'mon!" Kate pouted. "It's blue!"

"So what? Blue's not my favorite color," Cat insisted.

"Why the hell is your suit blue, then?"

Cat shrugged. Clint made her promise not to get too close to Kate, and telling the story of her dead brother wearing the same color palette when he was alive was the exact opposite.

"What's your favorite color?"

"Red?" She looked into Kate's eyes. "Could be grey, if you give me a good reason."

The young archer cleared her throat. "Got any more of that slushy stuff?"

"In the kitchen."

"Okay!"

Cat chuckled once Kate was out of sight, Clint was staring at her. "What?" The man ripped a slushy bag from his leg and threw it at her head but she caught it. "Yeah, okay! Just wanted to show what flirting really looks like."

Cat heard them stumble over the information and tried to help, but truth be told, it'd been a while since she'd taken down the bad guys without shooting at everybody.

Clint taught Kate a few tricks, Cat knew most from the years he'd trained her, and Kate was a fast learner just like her. Then they circled back to the tough conversations, and Clint ended up telling them the story of when he met Nat.

"When you do what we do for a living," he said, "it's just a game of managing lost, so..."

Cat was upside down on the couch, and Kate's dog was sniffing her hair. "I lost..." she counted with her fingers, "about four or five people in less than a week. I wasn't ready."

"I think you're doing well," Kate tried to cheer her up.

Cat laughed bitterly. "No. I belong in a rehab center, but people think it's okay for me to be mentally ill as long as I can finish the job."

Kate looked at her. "You don't look that far gone to me... right, Clint?"

The man glanced at Cat, who was still upside down on the couch and poking the dog's nose.

"I think we should wait for her to fully develop a brain."

When Clint decided to share he was the Ronin, he dropped this whole speech about them being weapons, hurting people and it remaining tied to who they were. Cat left the room then, taking refuge in the kitchen. A few seconds later she heard the light in the living room turning off, and Kate's steps got closer.

"Clint's called it a night," she announced. "I think we should do the same."

Cat sighed. "Alright."

Kate looked over her shoulder to make sure Clint wasn't listening, then she got closer. "You didn't lose anyone with the blip, right?"

"I got lucky," Cat hesitated. "I had these high school friends... but I used to hang out with my brother more."

"Your brother?"

"Adoptive," Cat explained. "Quicksilver."

"Oh! Wanda Maximoff's twin, right?"

"After signing the accords, he stayed with me. He kind of took me under his wing as a way to cope with the whole situation. He was the only family I ever had. Or at least, the way he treated me is how I think it feels to have one."

Kate looked at her with fondness. "Sounds like a great guy."

She looked away. "He was a flirt, I picked it up from him. It happens without me knowing, but it happens to most people, that's how babies learn to do things, I think."

"So, Copycat," Kate got close enough to lean on the counter, their arms were brushing. "You're like a mash-up of every hero? Can you lift Thor's hammer?"

Cat stared at her with empty eyes. "Tony tried to convince me to test it out when I was fourteen... I thought I wasn't worthy, I was sure I'd killed the people that'd kept me captive..."

"You didn't?"

"I did it after. That's how I met my best friends..." a little smile formed on her face, "I went to space for a couple of years and came back. My mimicking got out of control, so I had to take care of it, and that's when I met..."

"Yeah?"

She cleared her throat. "Doesn't matter."

Kate frowned. "The way you said it makes me think it does."

Cat pulled back a chair and sat down. "You'll be lucky, Kate, if this is the one and only mission you ever do. Most heroes have been taking a time out since we defeated Thanos, that's also luck, but I'm not a lucky person..." Cat looked up expecting to meet Kate's frown, she caught her smiling. "What?"

"You're not an asshole, you're just sad," Kate clasped her hands around Cat's tangling them in place, and she sat down beside her. "I can handle sad."

Cat's worry increased. "You're not paying attention. I just told you I—"

"That's all over," Kate insisted.

"I probably would've been back at it right now if Clint hadn't called."

"Exactly!" Kate leaned closer, but Cat moved away, she couldn't set her hands free. "There's a part of you that wants to change, and that's the part I want to help."

Cat's chest tingled, she'd heard that before. She didn't want to look touched by it though, so she tried to change the subject. "You're clawing at my hands—"

"You're the one with claws, not me," Kate let go. "I don't think you have to be tied to this your whole life. You can be anyone you want at any given moment, and you decide to be Copycat every day."

"It's the only thing I'm good at."

"Maybe there's a reason you're so good at it," Kate suggested. "I think you don't want to be an Avenger 'cause none of your old friends are there, but that'll change now that I'm here."

"What if the only reason I was an Avenger was that other people were watching me, not because they were my friends?"

"No one's watching now, while you're telling me how you really feel."

"You're watching," Cat was quick to reply. "You haven't stopped staring."

"Exactly, I've been watching for a long time so I know what I'm saying," she grinned. "I think you should try again, but this time with me. You think I'm a good person, right?"

"I-I guess?"

"Then copy me! That's what you do best, right? Before you know it, you'll be good without trying."

She wanted to refuse, but it was tempting. The idea of being around someone like Kate was something she hadn't tried yet. People who were open about their feelings. She was lucky to have met her now, when she needed it the most.

"If we become coworkers we can't date," Cat tried.

"Says who?"

"I'm too much trouble for a spoiled princess like you, I don't think you can handle it."

"I literally just said I could."

"It's not your job."

"I never said that," Kate smiled. "It's an adventure."

The archer made her think there was something worth saving within her. If good behavior was what it took to stay...

Her mind was incredibly quiet, there was no ticking.

Cat supported her chin in one hand. "You have no idea where you're getting into."

"My mom raised a spoiled princess, but not a coward," Kate got up with a playful glint in her eyes.

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Checking Vitals, Suggesting Smiles

Authors Note: This fic was solely born because I'm ready for fall, and my friend thought that picnics are romantic. Disclaimer, I'm not really a writer, but I am a day-dreamer and sometimes I need a place to jot it down. Hopefully others will enjoy it? Please feed my constant need for validation and tell me if you liked it or couldn't stand it, and don't forget to drink some hot tea today.

Summary: It's hard to imagine you can be so still and muffled with a man so deafening. Yet here, you manage.

Word Count: 772

You gently run your fingers through his hair, your fingers getting caught at moments, but you always carefully maneuver them to untangle the small knots. The breeze kicks up and your hair whips softly across your face. The autumn breeze is cool enough for his body heat to seep under your clothes and settle into your skin without making you uncomfortable. Leaves are fluttering down the clearing you two are sat at every now and then, and it’s quiet, except for the rustling of the trees when the wind disturbs their tops. His chest rises and falls, his t-shirt stretching across his chest every time. The bags you used to carry the food rustles.

He’s dozing, and you know that he needs the sleep, so your content to let his head rest in your lap while your mind wanders with the wind. He has one leg bent, and the other splayed, and you let out a huff of amusement that disappears under the wind. How he fell asleep like that is beyond you. You can tell it’s not a very deep sleep. It smells like someone far away is burning leaves.

The blanket under you is soft, but not quite as soft as his hair. Your hands move to frame his face, only ghosting across, so you don’t disturb him. His eyelashes are splayed across his cheeks. His eyes gently roll under his lids. You’re thumb slides over his bottom lip. You smile, because if he was awake, he’d make a face and groan on about being too gentle. He can be loud and brash and much, but he’s good at being still as well. It’s a good look on him. You feel a rush of heat at knowing you’re able to simply exist with him in this moment.

A yawn rips through you. A street lamp flickers on. You feel the oncoming dread of getting up, packing the trash left over from your picnic. You could probably stay here for hours, in this light, at this hour, in this position. You look down again. You’re struck with the peace of the moment all over again. You think you love him.

“I think I love you.” Only a soft murmur, and the wind steals it anyway.

“Mm?” He barely moves, the sound coming from deep within him, only a slight rise of his chest. If you hadn’t been looking at him, you could have mistaken the noise for something else. You bite your lip.

“I think it’s late.” One brown eye slits open, heavy lidded and unimpressed.

“So?” His lips are barely moving. If someone else had been intruding on this moment, they’d only hear the timber of your voices but no context.

“We should go, it gets chilly at night.” You catch a strand of long dark hair as it dances over his face. He stretches, languid, cat-like.

“It’s gonna be a bitch carrying me and the rest of this shit, huh?” His low voice filters through the rustling, his eyes closed again, and he fails to suppress the grin breaking across his face. He always aims to get a rise. You lightly flick his temple.

“James.” The word is more of a hum, enunciation seeming to cease existence here in this clearing.

“We’ll watch the stars, or sum’ shit.” The sentence tapered off at the end, a heavy sigh stealing the volume. His body twisted, his chest to the blanket now, arms moving to sufficiently trap you, encircling you, his body radiating heat. “You can rub my back.” You hear with a familiar coyness. You snort, the sound louder than intended, startling you. You both take a minute to settle in the silence again. Your hand roves across his back, you bend slightly to play with the hem of shirt, gently grazing a sliver of skin exposed with your nails. His breath hitches, and he turns the rest of the breath into a deep sigh. Contented. You can’t see between the trees anymore, darkness melting through the branches.

Time resumes it’s pause for the two of you. You feel the vibration of his voice from his chest against your body, and you can feel his lips moving on your stomach, hot breath striking against the cooling air.

“Mm?” It’s a tiny noise, questioning but the effort isn’t all there. His head rises slightly. He repeats the words, and you feel liquid heat encase your heart as you hear words you thought were lost when you spoke them the first time.

The sound of the wind against leaves picks up again, effectively silencing any noise from your lips sliding across his.

[theofficialadyblog]

EXCLUSIVE INTERVIEW WITH LADYBUG!

First of all, a huge thank you to the wonderful @officialmiraclebug for letting me interview her and thank you @dupain-cheng-designs for being the reason this entire thing happened and thank you me for giving your phone to Marinette (it's a whole thing)

Alya: *incomprehensible screaming* LADYBUG HI!

Ladybug: Hi Alya, it’s a pleasure to be here!

Alya: Ok, ok, ok so first question, what is being a superhero like?

Ladybug: Hmm straight to the point huh? Well, it's certainly not like all the movies out there, it is definitely exhilarating and fun but it also has a bunch of stress and lying wrapped around it. Sometimes I forget that I'm the one who's supposed to be out there fighting akumas and villains. I'll be out with my friends and hear an Akuma around us somewhere and my first thought is that someone else has got it covered. It's not until I hear my friends shouting how Ladybug and Chat Noir will save us, that I realize that, wait...I'm the one supposed to be out there.

Alya: Speaking of which actually, what's your favourite part about being a superhero?

Ladybug: That's pretty hard to choose, but for me, seeing our city from this outside point of view, as like a protector of some sort, and knowing that I have a part in helping my home town, really outweighs the downsides … and also, don't tell him I said this, but meeting my partner was a really pleasant add on as well.

Alya: I mean this is being recorded and I'm sure he's gonna see this but I'll try.

Ladybug: That just means we have to steal all his means of viewing public news.

Alya’s Note: We didn’t steal Chat Noir’s means of viewing public news

Alya: I'm afraid so...Although I'm not a hacker. And now what’s your least favourite part of being a superhero?

Ladybug: I think I might've mentioned this earlier, but I guess it would be having to lie to all my loved ones and having to leave them behind with no explanation so many times. The excuses I have to make in difficult situations during akuma attacks are never fun to do. Add the fact that I'm a terrible liar, makes it all the worse.

Alya: I can't imagine how difficult that must be, mad respect for you, bug. Where did you get your powers from?

Ladybug: It is. But I would never leave the people of Paris behind. Also, I'm not sure if I can answer that on public media, but I'll let you know it has something to do with the cookie-loving kwami who is currently spamming on Tumblr.

Alya: WaIT TIKKI?

Ladybug: ...who?

Alya: Is she actually a tiny god?!

Ladybug: Umm... perhaps yes, perhaps no?

Alya: Why does she love cookies so much?

Ladybug: I'm actually not sure about that, probably the same reason Chat Noir's kwami loves cheese, I'll ask her after this though.

Alya: Is it that she can only eat cookies or is cookies just her favourite food?

Ladybug: She can eat other things too, I've only ever tried sweets like macarons and galettes, but I do know she can, it's just that she would prefer to have cookies when she can.

Alya: Ohh so she just has a sweet tooth.

Ladybug: Mhm, and it's rather easy to get a hold of sweets where I live, so it's easier for both of us that way.

Alya: Any theories on who Hawkmoth could be?

Ladybug: Chat Noir and I have tried to make guesses on who it could be and such, but I don't think it's a good idea to latch onto specifics if we aren't for on them yet. All we know currently is that he's a middle-aged man between the ages of 30-50, is over 180 cm and has rather wealthy living circumstances considering what he can afford to do on a daily basis.

Alya: Yeah that makes a lot of sense. Now, could you give me three words to describe Chat Noir?

Ladybug: Kind, loyal, and maybe, sometimes, perhaps, under the right circumstances...funny.

Alya: Hey ladynoir shippers watching this, take notes, take notes! Anyways, What other miraculouses are there?

Ladybug: I'm not even sure about all the miraculouses myself, but some other miraculouses besides the bug, cat, and butterfly, are the fox, turtle, bee, and peacock.

Alya: THERE'S A FOX MIRACULOUS?

Ladybug: Yes, and there’s quite a lot more, I just have only seen a few of them myself.

Alya: Woah, where did you see them? is there someone looking after them?

Ladybug: I can't tell you about the where, but I do know Hawkmoth would be glad to get his hands on a few extra miraculouses.

Alya: Oh I would bet on that. Are you actually over 5,000 years old?

Ladybug: ALYA! You would dare ask a lady her age?

Alya: Alya is very curious :(

Ladybug: That will be a secret I will be taking with me to the grave.

Alya: So, is it safe to assume you’re the oldest person ever?

Ladybug: Why not? Actually, wait, never mind. Do you remember the sculptor who got akumatized a while back? The one who tried to pretend to be Chat Noir? So yeah, umm he was too old for me. So if there's anyone around his age, please don't be into me or whatever-not legal.

Alya: Oh! Ok, then thanks for being honest. What does being a superhero mean to you?

Ladybug: I think I might be repeating things already, but I would say it's just being someone people in my city can rely on, someone they can trust to protect them when others can't.

Alya: Anything you would like to say for the viewers?

Ladybug: Please remember that if you do get akumatized, it is never your fault, only Hawkmoth's. You should never feel guilty about that. Also, don't try to hide your strong emotions, it's going to do you much more damage in the future than getting akumatized will, try to be positive but not at times where it's actually hurting you to be.

Alya: Thank you so much for the wonderful answer Ladybug and thank you so much for participating in this interview, it was incredible and I wish you and Chat Noir all the best!

Ladybug: Of course! And thank you too Alya for having me here. I'll have to take my leave now, however, Bug Out!

[darkmoonstore]

🍨 .்۫۫ › Headcanon:

❥ Pronouns: Not specified

❥ Summary: The Demon Brothers if they were cats

❥ Warnings: Reference to anxiety

❥ Request by none:

Hey! I hope you are doing great today, if you aren't, I hope that this can help a little.

At first I thought about doing a scenario where they turned into cats because of a curse, but I changed when thinking about a tittle to put on the edit. I also changed how this was gonna be write, so know that most of my others headcanons will not be like this — Shiro

.˚ 🌱ˀ⌇How you adopted them:

⚘݄݃  Lucifer: Even tho Luci was a really good looking cat, most people didn't wanted him because of he being a black cat. A lot of people were afraid or promised violence if he got close, so he saw all the others cats being adopt but not him. Until you came, you had gone directly to the cats area, Luci didn't even bother to directly look at you, he lost hope of being adopted, it really surprised him that you chose him instead of the others cats.

⚘݄݃  Mammon: Mammon as always got in a lot of trouble, even being a stray cat he did a lot of people mad. One time when running from another cat he got on your way, you almost kicked him, but thankfully at that time you had a fast reflex and took your leg off the way. Since then, Mammon always followed you when passed thought that area and one day you simply decided to take him in.

⚘݄݃  Leviathan: Levi was the most shy cat, afraid of everyone and everything. He run away from everyone that tried to get next to him, so it was really difficult to find a owner for him. You were a friend of one of the people that worked in the pet shop, they asked you to get something for them and let it on the shop and you did it. As you had some free time, you decided to play a little with the animals there, you got to the cats area and found Levi in a corner all alone. Tried to play with him, and for the first time he didn't run away from someone, you two played for a time and you decided to adopt him, he was so cute it's impossible to resist.

⚘݄݃  Satan: Satan was a really "savage" cat, always fighting with the others cats and trying to escape from the visitors and staff. No one could tame him easily, he was really fast and scratched everything that gets to close. You decided to adopt a kitten so you went directly to the cats area, getting close to Satan and trying to get him close, he of course attacked you too. But you were persistent, you comeback almost everyday to visit him, so he would feel more comfortable around you before adopting him.

⚘݄݃  Asmodeus: Asmo were the cat that everyone wanted, people looked at him and was immediately enchanted, but he is really picky, so it was difficult for him to find a owner since he rejected most people. Of course, until he saw you, you were the first person he wanted to be close by choice what really surprised the staff, even tho you weren't enchanted as the others you still liked him and decided to adopt it.

⚘݄݃  Beelzebub and Belphegor: Beel and Belphie were both stray cats, they were abandoned by their mom at a really young age. In your way home, you found both cats cuddle up together trying to get some heat from the chilly night, before trying to take them in you checked if their mom had really abandoned them. Since you didn't found the mom cat, you took both in, with some fight from both of them, but they weren't strong enough to stop you.

.˚ 🌱ˀ⌇What kind of cat they're:

⚘݄݃  Lucifer: Luci is a really scary cat, no one ever knows what's going on his head, but you know exactly how to read him and you respect his space. Likes to go out during the day, but don't worry he will always comeback, sometimes even with a gift because he's afraid you gonna die of starvation, since in his point of view you have no idea how to hunt and find food.

⚘݄݃  Mammon: Mammon is a really greedy cat, he always wants your full attention and pets. He also give headbuts on everything that in your house, he sees like everything is his so he put his smell on everything and everyone, but specifically on you and your rooms things.

⚘݄݃  Leviathan: Levi is a really anxious cat, he is afraid of everything that makes loud noises and things that move alone. If you want to make something and you know it's gonna make a lot of noise, put him as far as you can and don't let him comeback or he will be really scared and get anxious.

⚘݄݃  Satan: Spite of looking angry by the first impression, since he gets comfortable around you and your house he will start to show a more calm way. Even tho if another cat try to get in his territory he will kick the other cat butt, he is really territorial and don't want to share with anyone besides you. He also is really close to you, sice you're the only human he trust you will never see he going to another person's room.

⚘݄݃  Asmodeus: Asmo really cares about his fur, if you mess it up he will be mad at you and probably attack your feet at night. If you just washed your hand or took a shower/bath and pet him, he's gonna attack your hand and clean himself because how dare you put a smell that isn't his on him. He will try to groom you and if you try to get away he will paw slap you.

⚘݄݃  Beelzebub: Beel really enjoys food, he wants all you can give to him, make some homemade food that are eatable for cats and give it to him, now he loves you forever, just don't do it all the time or he's gonna get really addicted to it. He is really close to Belphie and they cuddle a lot, he is very influenced by his brother in certains things.

⚘݄݃  Belphegor: Belphie is a really lazy cat, is always taking a nap in the most inconvenient places, like on the way to the kitchen, on your laptop/computer and way more places. Sometimes he even get Beel to go with him, so you have two cuddle up cats at places they aren't supposed to be.

  .˚ 🌱ˀ⌇Favorite toy:

⚘݄݃  Lucifer: Squishy mouse. Luci likes to hear the scream of his victims, wouldn't be funny to torture without them begging for help, but for humans the sound it's really annoying so it's recommended to you to go to a different room.

⚘݄݃  Mammon: Glitter ball. He enjoys shining things and what call his attention, so make sure to hide your money, wallet and any jewelry because he will steal them right in front of you.

⚘݄݃  Leviathan: Feather wand. Levi doesn't like toys that make noise, so the best option is a feather wand since even if you beat it on something, it will not make a sound.

⚘݄݃  Satan: Paper ball. It's not really a ball, but he enjoys playing with it so much, if you want him to play just make or find a paper ball and toss it in the same room that he's in.

⚘݄݃  Asmodeus: Mirror. For some reason he really like look at himself in the mirror, but sometimes he try to catch something in the mirror and starts paw slapping it.

⚘݄݃  Beelzebub: Food shaped toy. Any kind of food shaped toy he really appreciates it, just show him the toy and he will happily play with it, you don't even need anything else to make him entertained for a long time.

⚘݄݃  Belphegor: Pillow. You don't understand how he would play with a pillow that's bigger then him, honestly I don't know either but he totally would and after sometime he would get tired and fall asleep on the pillow.

  .˚ 🌱ˀ⌇Favorite place to sleep:

⚘݄݃  Lucifer: Your table. If you have a table in your room, where you put your things like computer, notebook and things like it, make sure to open a space for him or he will sleep on top of your things.

⚘݄݃  Mammon: Your lap. Everytime he want to take a nap and you're sited or laid down he goes directly to your lap.

⚘݄݃  Leviathan: Your shoulder. Levi likes your company and your body it's warm, so what better place to sleep then a part where he can always stay? If you're laying down, sitting or even walking he can stay on your shoulder.

⚘݄݃  Satan: High places. Any high place on your house, be a wardrobe, a cabinet or even a refrigerator.

⚘݄݃  Asmodeus: Your bed. Asmo it's a really picky cat, he will not sleep anywhere, he just sleeps where it's most comfortable and that will not mess his fur and make it dirty.

⚘݄݃  Beelzebub: Your tummy. When you're sleeping or just laying down, he gets next to you and just lay down on your stomach, sometimes on top of it or on your side but his body it's always touching your belly.

⚘݄݃  Belphegor: Anywhere. Literally anywhere, it doesn't matter what it's or if it seems to fit him or not, one day you will find him sleeping at those places.

  .˚ 🌱ˀ⌇One habit:

⚘݄݃  Lucifer: Stare outside, even if he can get out and explore, sometimes he prefers to just stay in and watch the outside from inside the house. Most of the times he goes out, but if it's a cold day or he just doesn't feel like it, he enjoys just watching.

⚘݄݃  Mammon: Follow you, when you're at home he is always following you and sometimes even tries to walk between your legs, you're his favorite human and he enjoys watching you just as much as he always want your full attention.

⚘݄݃  Leviathan: Purr, for apparent no reason, you talk to him, look at him, give him some pets or just breathe and he's purring. He purrs the most when you let him on your shoulder, not only to sleep, he really enjoys being there at anytime you let him.

⚘݄݃  Satan: Ask for you to read out loud, yes it's a little bit odd to a cat do it, but he enjoys the sound of your voice. So everytime he sees you reading something, he will get close to you and meow until you start to read out loud.

⚘݄݃  Asmodeus: Groom you and himself, he wants you to look good and smell like him, so he will definitely try to groom you and will not be ashamed of grooming his privates parts in front of people, he's just getting clean after all.

⚘݄݃  Beelzebub: Sit and stay at your side everytime he wants more food, what happens very frequently if I'm being honest, so you will have to stop whatever your doing and put food for him.

⚘݄݃  Belphegor: Try to attack your feet everytime you pass through him, it doesn't matter if he was taking a nap, if you pass next to him he will try to attack your feet.

[lareinenoir]

THE PURGE; Sanctuary C.E x black reader

PT III

60 Days Until The Purge

THEN...

"I'll order take out. I know you like Thai-"

"Don't order anything. I'm actually not even hungry." You said as he took your bag and put it on his shoulder. "What?" He was looking at you weird and it made you frown.

"Where's the rest of your stuff?"

"You asked me to stay the night. That is my overnight bag." You replied folding your arms and walking over to the couch. Your hand touched your forehead and you sighed. You could still feel him looking at you as you tried to relax with your head leaned back. "After I tell Shonda about our situation, you're signing the papers."

"What do you mean-"

"You know what I mean." You shot back

"Ok, well theirs a lot to consider now." He motioned to your stomach and you sat up straight. "We're having a baby, now."

"No no no." You shook your head feeling your petty insides bubble a bit in sarcasm. "I'm having a baby. Me. Just me.”

"Obviously I want to be apart of our baby's life." Chris argued back and you frowned and scoffed. He put your bag down and crossed his arms as you brushed it off. "You can't seriously think I won't. V that's insane."

"You wanna know what's insane? You think you're gonna get anywhere near it. Why in the hell would I allow you and your broken promises anywhere near my child? Do you think I'm stupid? To make the same mistake twice!"

"Again? V what do you want me to do?" He asks throwing his hands up. "Acting is what I do, that's my job-"

"I don't care about that. I'm not asking you to chose your job or me-"

"It damn well near sounds like it. I would never make you choose." He countered back and you gripped your fists together.

"You may not have said it directly, but there have been many times where you have indirectly patronized me. I just found out I'm pregnant and I have been trying so hard to deal with it." you replied watching him pace back and forth and shake his head. "I have been getting the worst headaches, I can't keep any food down and I literally get lightheaded on set every single day because hiding my pregnancy has been a real joy ride." You replied sarcastically with a small chuckle

"What do you want me to do? I tell you to tell the producers, you get mad. I tell you to take a break, you get mad. I tell you to come over and you’re mad.” Chris said in disbelief. “I don't know what you want from me." He shrugs brushing the hair from his eyes.

"Not once since you found out have you asked me how I'm doing? My whole career is at risk I could lose my job. And you don't even seem to care.” You said

"V, I do care." He reached for your shoulder and you took in another breath. "I want you to stop worrying all the time. And you're right, I should be concerned more about you. I should be there for you-I should've been there for you in the beginning.” He admitted and you folded your lips again.

Are For real this time? Should I let it go and move past it? Again? No because it'll start all over again.

"This baby is mine. This is a life changing thing that's happening, I can't let you ruin it too." You spoke

" I'm taking responsibility because this is something I want. Ok? Can't we find some common ground? You of all people should know what it's like to grow up without a father!"

"You know too!" You shouted back. Chris' dad had died when he was younger. He talked about him sometimes but not as much. "I'd rather have had my father six feet under then to have him choosing when it's convenient for him to show up!" You said with your foot down shaking your head.

"Forget the divorce. Me and you living here happily married for the years to come. Whats so bad about that? Why can't I have that? What's so wrong with the picture of two parents raising a child?" His voice was loud and he was getting frustrated. He didn't shout, but you could tell how passionate he was about it. He always wanted to be a daddy, a parent. "Huh?"

"It's not just about you!" You said stepping closer. "Because..." You shrugged feeling your eyes water as you suck in your cheeks. "I knew the kind of man I was marrying. So involved with his job it took him almost fifteen years to actually start dating. It's not about you or your career. This baby is all I have right now.”

He looked confused as he relaxed his brow and pinched the bridge of his nose. From two feet away you could feel his heartbeat and you felt a little bad for how foolish you probably looked. You still loved him, not like you ever stopped, but you remembered that you still loved him.

Because, it's not about me either anymore. You thought

"Forget the papers okay..." You said swallowing your own pride. "just forget it. You’re right. I want our child to have two parents who will love him unconditionally. But it has to stop, because it takes two. I can't have you with one foot in the door." You admitted

“Yeah yeah.” He nodded “yeah I get that. I’m not going anywhere.” Chris said and you walked forward and took his hand kissing his palm as you placed it on the side of your face. “I promise V.” He cups your face and stares into your eyes. His stubble poking at you a bit as you held his wrists.

“I love you.” You said with a small smile

“Still?” He laughed making you roll your eyes as you giggled a little. “I love you too. Are you sure you aren’t hungry?” He asks again

“Yes.” You nodded “now shut up and come take a nap with me.”

NOW....

CHRIS POV**

“Damnit! Damnit! Damnit!” I said throwing the phone on the couch. I had called five times and her phone went straight to voicemail.

“This is not a test, this is your Emergency Broadcast System. Announcing the commencement of the annual purge sanctioned by the U.S. Government. ALL Weapons have been authorized for use during the purge. Government officials of ranking 10 have been granted immunity and shall not be harmed. Commencing at the siren, any and all crime (including murder) will be legal for 121 days. Police, fire, and Emergency Medical services will be unavailable until December 15, 12:00 o’clock midnight, when the purge concludes. Blessed be our new founding fathers and America... A nation reborn. May God be with you all.”

My tv was replayed the message nine more times before shutting off. I swallowed the lump in my throat. Today is august 15, Vanessa’s birthday is tomorrow which was when she’d be 17 weeks. We had marked it on the calendar together. More than half my wife’s pregnancy would be spent during the purge. I needed to find her!

I didn’t support the purge. Something about killing people to be “cleansed” just didn’t sit right in my gut. It made my heart ache thinking about the clean up at the end. I could bring Dodger, but he can only do so much. Maybe he could help track her scent. Grabbing my coat I folded my lips together.

“Fuck!” I shout

With what weapon? How was I going to run the streets looking for my wife without a gun? I loved the idea of owning one, but Vanessa made me swear not to bring one in the house if she was there. So I just dropped the idea. Looking in the kitchen I grabbed one of the Chef knives off the rack. Maybe this would be enough for now...

“Damnit!” I curse looking at Dodger. “She said she was at Topanga Park. Start there?” I asked, as if he’d answer back. I grabbed her bonnet from off the bathroom door handle and stuffed it in my backpack.

I didn’t hesitate l. I locked up everything and jumped inside my truck. Dodger sat on the passenger side and I felt my hands start to shake as I put my foot on the gas. I started to promise god I would go to church if he would keep her safe.

“I don’t even know if you’re even listening or you even care. I love her, I’ve been such and idiot and I don’t wanna lose her.” I looked at Dodger and he was sitting up straight. “I remember you didn’t like her. You wouldn’t let her anywhere near me, you bark and squeeze yourself in between us when we sat down in the room to watch movies.” I chuckle wiping the little tear that slipped from my eye “You stole one of her wigs too.”

“WHAT THE FUCK!” she shouted chasing you around the house. “DODGER GIVE IT BACK! COME BACK!”

We chased him around the house and Dodger thought it was some sort of game. We had been officially dating for a month. I had started laughing when I caught him and held her headband wig in my hand. She stood their with her arms folded while I petted his head and she rolled her eyes.

"I told you he doesn't like me." She said as I stood up and she took the wig from my hand.

"Come on, he's just getting used to you."

"I've been over here every day. Your dog hates me."

"What?" I tilted my head to the side and touch her nose with my index finger. "Deal breaker? If my dog doesn't like my girlfriend, I'm gonna dump her? Tell me where that makes sense."

She walked closer to me and wrapped her arms around my waist looking up at the ceiling as I kissed her neck. "I guess you have a point." Vanessa sighed.

"He's just warming up to you that's all."

"What's stopping me from breaking up with you?"

"Over a dog?"

"This is his third assault against me. First it was tearing up my purse, then chewing up my crocs, not to mention the little shit I found inside of them. And now stealing my wig and playing cat and mouse." Said Vanessa as I rested my head on top of hers. "Luckily this is a backup wig."

“Aren’t you wearing one right now?” I asked

“Headband wig. And that wig your dog has destroyed,” she gave him the side eye “it was my favorite and expensive.” She gritted her teeth

“I’ll buy you another one.” I offered

She purses her lips and shook her head. “I don’t want you buying me anything. I’ll just break up with you. For real this time.”

"Fine then..." I baited her shrugging my shoulders. "Break up with me."

“Over a dog?” She frowns mocking me as I smile down at her and her eyebrows bend downward a little as she caressed my face. Her finger was gentle and she stood on her top toes and kissed my lips. “Never.”

...

I look over at Dodger and pat his head. "We'll find her. I know we will." I say trying to lift my spirits.

When we arrived to Topanga Park, it was a sight. I didn't even want to leave the truck. I felt my heart race a little more. "What the hell..."

In the middle of traffic-in between the cars were bodies. Dodger started barking at the train of blood that stained the streets. It was empty, but I could feel a heavy weight on my back. Walking behind me, next to me...it was all around me. I hadn't realized I had my hand over my mouth an nose, it was hard for me to breath as the stench of dead bodies. Dodger kept barking and that led to me chasing after him. I had her bonnet in one hand and I called after him.

I came to a halt when I came face to face with another person. He had Dodger in his hands and I felt my muscle tense up. He was tall and very familiar looking. I swallowed the lump in my throat and held the kitchen knife in my hand with a firm grip.

"Captain America?"

I tilted my head sideways and licked my lower lip narrowing my brow a little. "Yeah, give me the dog and we can go our separate ways. Ok?"

He nodded his head. He ran his fingers through his hair and put the dog down. I wasn't really concerned about who he was I was trying to prepare for a fight. He dropped his gun on the ground and held up his his hand.

"I'm not going to kill you. I'm looking for my wife." He said "She left her watch in that building." He pointed to the school and slowly pulled the watch from his pocket.

"In there?" I asked

"Yeah." He nodded, but I still couldn't shake the feeling I knew him from somewhere. "My name is Jared. My wife's name is Gianne, I'm pretty sure she was with someone else-are you looking for someone too? Maybe we could help each other. There was something written on the chalkboard in there, I wasn't something Gia would write, but she was here. All I wanna do is find her-"

"Supernatural?" I asked turning my head to the side. Vanessa loved that show. Whenever she had spare time she would watch it or on those many night she'd spend the night at my house we would watch it-well not really watch it. The Netflix and 'chill' was emphasized. "You said something about some sort of message on the wall?" I asked motioning with my hand. "what did it say?"

"um, CE equals BE or something like that." He shrugged

I laughed a little. Vanessa Evans plus Chris Evans equals Baby Evans. It was a stupid joke-an Easter egg if you will. Shonda put in the show on the whiteboard in one of our love scenes as a way to announce our pregnancy to the audience. She often left clues to the next episode in every episode except this one was not only in the show but in real life.

"Chris Evans." I say extending my hand out to him. I'm pretty sure he knew by the little smile playing on his face. He shook my hand and nodded his head.

"I know. I'm a big marvel fan, I know all your lines." Jared chuckled and then cleared his throat as he nervously laughed. "Nice to meet you. I'm Jared Padalecki - I know I said that already..."

I introduced him to Dodger and I felt a little more relaxed. I gathered that she was alive and we both came to the assumption that they were traveling together.

"Where do you think their headed?" I asked as we walked to his car which was tricked out and full of ammunition and guns. Not to mention government level protective gear.

"While I was in there, I picked up someone else. Heavy footed and big, traveling with dogs. Hair everywhere." He went on tossing me a bullet proof vest. "You heard of Sanctuary?"

"The safety place? Yeah, but it's hard to find. It's for people who get caught in the Purge right?"

He narrowed his brow and shook his head. "No." Said Jared sharply. "Sanctuary is a secret government funded task force. It started off as a conspiracy some myth to explain all the random disappearances throughout the year. It's a government project designed for population control." He went on

"Ok...what does that have anything to do with the Purge?"

"Everything. An organization designed to control the US population. We're talking Pro killers who were once on a leash, but when that horn sounded and the Purge began, they are just as free to kill anyone they want." Said Jared handing me an ipad. It was a list of celebrities. From pro athletes like Steph Curry and their immediate families to movie stars and singers like Rhianna and Tom Cruise. "There are rumors that they are hunting celebrities. The kardashians and Jenner's are fair game. If not the stars themselves then they choose their parents, brothers and sisters."

"And do what?" I asked quietly as I saw mine and Vanesssa picture

"Most get auctioned off to the highest bidder, I've also heard they kill them on the spot for money or bring them in to fight for the death. Bottom line, there is a bounty on our heads. During the Purge everyone is fair game, their is no protection."

"You're telling me she's out there being hunted by them right now?" I asked

“Possibly. The dog hair isn’t a breed we know. They are a combination of hunting canines, bloodhound, foxhound, Labrador retriever with the built and aggression of a something like a pit bull a Rottweiler.” Said Jared as I looked up from the iPad and gave it back. “You’re gonna need more than a kitchen knife. We find the dogs and the hunter and we’ll find them.”

He held a gun out to me and wiped my mouth with the palm of my hand trying to mentally prepare for what is to come."

“Do you believe in the Purge?” I asked still questioning why his car was full of weapons. “You kill people?”

He nodded his head. “Yes. I don’t believe in hiding or waiting for someone to kill me. We all have the right to Purge."

"What's stopping you from killing me?"

Jared sighed and shook his head. "I'm hunting them. I'm surviving and if you decide to threaten my survival, then I'll kill you." He went over to the driver side of his Ford charger. "Get in. Knowing Gia she is headed for Roberts hole."

"What's that?" I asked climbing in the passenger seat of the car.

“It’s a Cassino for celebrities. Jack Black owns it. It’s locked up right but open to his favorites during the Purge.”

“They’ll be there?”

“Relax.” He out his hand in my shoulder and looked at me as dodger sat in the back seat. “We will find them. You know how to shoot don’t you?” Jared raised his gun in the air and nodded my head.

I guess it wasn’t confidently and he chuckled. “Vanessa isn’t a fan of guns.”

“Don’t worry, we’ll practice. Ok?”

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[tokugou]

do you have your favourite tdbk fanfics? (share pls i'm out of things to readdd) ♡

Finn!!! I gonna try my best to share something and hope you gonna like at least one of them. Also I didn't have time to read anything for a past month (?) so I am not very up to date with new ones.

okokok I need to share this one first because it was written for me (well i requested it but it still counts!!)

the right kind of home by @dabibones​

“comfort food”

I will start with on-going I really liked so far (I need to catch up with them too)

love lies bleeding by twopinchesofcinnamon - the best setting I could ever ask for - Zombie Apocalypse AU

“We could. Y’know,” Red-eyes sucks his teeth hard, as if his own words physically pain him. “Compromise.” Shouto lets himself slip down the railing until he’s propped against it. “What do you propose?” “Easy,” he zeroes in, contemplating, and Shouto can’t quite decipher him anymore. “Split the food and go our separate ways. We never need to speak again. Deal?” Shouto tips his chin up at the clouds. He blows out a breath, counting to seven. “Can I get two thirds?” Or: a loner, a wanderer, and flowers that glow in the dark.

20:04 by redonthemoon - it is finished already but I still didn't finish it

He’s now lying on his floor, naked, listening on repeat to the same song trying to come up with an idea of what he is supposed to do. He has watched all the movies that are out there about the topic. He has even taken the car and drove as far as he could. He has even taken a plane to another country and landed there but the second the clock hit midnight, he woke up on his bed, alarm pounding and the same date: Friday, October 28th. He can’t do it anymore. He can’t repeat the same day over and over.

let's ignore my 200 tabs opened on my phone - to read later - cos I am lazy, so I went through my bookmarks to pick the ones I think are good (and not embarassing to share) - under read more because yeah there is a few

better late than never 

Bakugou and todoroki get hit by a body swap quirk, and physical contact seems to be the only answer to their predicament

My Hero Love Story 

After the two of them are spotted at a Valentine's Day hero convention while on a mission, Shouto gets the brilliant (and extremely bad) idea to pretend he and Bakugou are there on a date together. It's brilliant because it's the perfect cover story. It's bad because he's desperately in love with Bakugou, and Bakugou has no idea.

Whatever It Takes 

That one where Bakugou agrees to pretend to date Todoroki just to piss off Endeavor, and ends up falling in love instead.

Bam Went My Heart 

Bakugou Katsuki is 100% not on a date with Todoroki Shouto

A fishy deal

Bakugou Katsuki, a rebel spy, attends an auction and leaves with more than just intel.

better than myth

Amidst domestic disasters, the infernal water bill and the armchair in the shower, there was a comfortable rapport between them. Bakugou was falling disgustingly in love with it.  

The Energy Between Us Blossoms Colors In My Heart

Todoroki Shouto has always been a bit curious about his punk roommate with red hair tips, but he never had the opportunity to get to know him better. That's until they get assigned as partners for their university projects.

Teenage Rebellion

Shouto dye his hair

Can I Get A Name For Your Order?

Coffee Shop AU

i like you so much (what do i do?)

Katsuki is really good at what he does, except when Shouto's there. another coffee shop au

i wanna ruin our friendship

Todoroki and Bakugou make out, become friends, and fall in love, all in that order.

You Set My Soul Alight

When enrolling into college, Shouto thought he’ll be freed from under his father’s thumb, but that’s not true. Never was true. Even here his father is controlling his life. To be more specific, his dating life out of all things. After witnessing his roommate, Bakugou, arguing on the phone with his mother about significant others, Shouto gets an idea. They form a compromise. Shouto is tired of his father orchestrating dates for him and Bakugou wants his mother to leave him alone. Nothing could go wrong.

Sweeter than Victory

In which Katsuki sets out to slay a chimera, ends up hunting down an elusive, mystical flower, and encounters a nymph known for being beautiful and unattainable. He really needs to have a damn talk with the Fates. Or Aphrodite. Because seriously, what kind of bullshit quest is this?

Sorry (Not Sorry) For The Distraction

Bakugou Katsuki may have made a mistake. Not that he'd call it that, of course, but he probably should've thought more about what he chose to wear when he allowed Todoroki into his home to work on their shared case.

He just hadn't exactly anticipated that Todoroki would notice his piercings. Or more importantly, not shut the fuck up about them.

hope you think of me high, hope you think of me highly

Shotgunning

Raising the Steaks

Inasa serves dishes, Bakugou serves food, Camie serves customers and Shouto serves looks.

threadache

Todoroki asks Bakugou to make his outfit for the Met Gala - nothing is what it seams.

love you sideways

Katsuki is the undisputed King of the arcade until some asshole comes in and starts beating all his high scores.

Synergy

Katsuki, a top pro gamer, encounters a worthy and very irritating rival—who may also be about to become his teammate.

Bloom

In recent years, it's been assumed that the appearance of soul bonds has disappeared. Katsuki, a cocky pro hero, and Shouto, the barista at Katsuki's favorite coffee shop, are about to discover that's not quite true.

Upon My Back

the soulmate au where every time your soulmate cries a flower tattoo appears on your skin

Vampirism wasn't in the roommate contract

“You’re a vampire?!” “And you’re a werewolf. You don’t see me complaining even though-“ Todoroki’s nose scrunched, and Bakugou could feel the vein in his head about to pop. “If you say I smell, I’m going to kick you out right now, dead blood.”

The best kept secrets aren't secrets at all

In which, Todoroki dates the edgy chemical engineering student who keeps stealing his friends parking spaces and is only just learning how to get along with others.

i want you (to want me)

invisibilia (or voyeur, of the unwilling kind)

Hagakure Tooru is invisible, and that is sometimes a lot more trouble than it's worth.

Just One Bite

This particular fuckup begins when he saves a cat from a demon in a sketchy alley.

How To Lose A Costume Contest But Still Win At Life

Bakugou Katsuki was determined to win a costume competition with the most realistic werewolf costume he could feasibly put together.

Without Hesitation

The first time Bakugou told Todoroki he was in love with him, he thought he’d die.

did i say a few? i overdid it I AM SORRY but i do hope you gonna like/read a few of these, I liked them. Also thank you so so so much for the ask! It made me so happy no one ever ask about my favorite things it was such a nice thing to do!

[rpmemesbyarat]

RP Meme from Oliver & Company

Now, it's always once upon a time in New York City.

It's a big old bad old tough old town.

Let me have one, please.

Right away, you're making time and making friends

If they pick you out, you're on your way.

Get out there and go and try.

Why does nightfall find you feelin' so alone?

Dreaming is still how the strong survive

Keep your dream alive.

Got to look out and open your eyes,

You're in the fast lane

What's the matter with you? I said get outta here.

I don't eat cats. It's too much fur.

I've been watching you, and I think you're in serious need of some professional guidance.

I'm an expert at these things.

All you gotta do is learn some moves.

This city's got a beat.

When are we gonna get those hot dogs?

I hate to break it to ya, but the dynamic duo is now the dynamic uno.

Our partnership is herewith dissolved.

You're not being fair!

Fairs are for tourists, kid.

Consider it a free lesson in street savoir faire

Hey, wait! I helped you get those! Half of those are mine!

Why should I worry? Why should I care?

I got street savoir faire

You can wear the crown!

Everything goes.

Everything fits.

They love me at the Chelsea, they adore me at the Ritz!

Stop that racket! I'm trying to watch this show.

Shut up, you little rodent.

Come on, let's watch some boxing. I wanna see some action

You think this place is big enough?

What we need is some good quality stuff

Oh, shredded leather.

You insulted my pride! That means death!

It was your turn to get the food today!

You remain our preeminent benefactor.

It was tough. Only I could have done it.

I love a story with food in it.

Enter the opposition.

Gang war! Gang war! Watch out! Here comes a gang war!

Take cover!

It's just a cat.

I followed this dog.

He's lying! He's lying! He's lying! He's lying!

Oh, boy! Dog pile!

Don't let me down!

What do you got?

Let's see what you got.

I was just on my way out.

Actually, I've got something much better than money.

Some luxury items that should make a considerable dent in my debt to you.

Oh, my! You waxed your car, didn't you? Did they use the buffer on it, because I can see myself.

I don't think you grasp the severity of the situation.

Now, I lent you money and I don't see it.

People like you get hurt.

I can't figure out why you'd rather hang around a dump like this when you could be living uptown with a class act like myself.

Isn't it rather dangerous to use one's entire vocabulary in a single sentence?

You bad, man.

Hey, you got something to say to me, fat boy?

Why don't you pick on someone your own size?

Oh, I'm having a bad day!

I like cats. I like to eat 'em.

Your master's calling.

Come on and say it to my face!

How am I ever gonna come up with all that money?

It's hopeless.

That took a lot of guts.

All right. Time for bed. We've got a big day tomorrow.

We've got two days to do or die.

You got a lot to learn. And if you don't learn, you don't eat!

But if you're tough, and always use your head, you'll be right at home, on the street.

When you got talent, everything is free.

You're gonna see how the best survive.

These are streets of gold.

You'll take the town, and you'll take it with style.

You're in charge of electronics.

Hey, but what about me? What do I do?

Ready? Go!

What have I done? Poor thing.

You oughta be ashamed of yourself!

Run along, little fellow. Go on, now. Shoo.

Be a lookout.

I only got one more wire, okay?

Oh, you poor kitty. Here. Let me help you.

Where's the kid?

We can't just take in a stray off the street.

Don't worry, kitty. I'll take care of you.

Your public awaits.

Girl, we've got work to do

Pass me the paint and glue.

Perfect isn't easy

When one knows the world is watching, one does what one must.

See how the breeding shows

Sometimes it's too much for even me!

But when all the world says "Yes", then, who am I to say "no"?

Don't ask a mutt to strut like a showgirl

Perfection becomes me, ne c'est pas?

I'm beauty unleashed!

So classic and classy

They're barking up the wrong tree!

I have your hearts, and you have my pity

Pretty is nice, but still it's just pretty!

I wouldn't go in there if I were you.

What is the meaning of this?

I guess I'll have to handle this myself.

And do you have any idea whose home this is?

Isn't he cute?

What in Heaven's name are we waiting for?

Alas, our beleaguered benefactor bearing the brunt of our futile endeavours.

Cool it!

Our mission begins at daybreak.

I don't hear any practicing.

Oh, you wanna practice too!

We two can be good company.

You and me, just wait and see.

I'll handle that ruffian.

Body slam! Body slam! Oh, come on, you fool! Hit him! Hit him!

Come back here!

Huh, this place looks pretty nice. I mean, how bad off could it be here?

Chagall. Matisse. These are all masterpieces.

Hey, man, if this is torture, chain me to the wall.

Whoa, whoa, whoa. Calm down.

Don't come any closer! I knew this would happen one day.

It's not you I'm after.

Not good enough for you?

I mean, do you even know who I am?

GET AWAY FROM ME, YOU LITTLE BUG-EYED CREEP!

Something's not quite right here.

Shh. Quick. Before he comes back. Follow me.

I mean, let's just forget the whole thing.

No, no, you can't do that! You don't understand. The poor dear's so traumatized.

What is going on here?

Hurry. Use the fire escape.

Ooh, I could've danced all night! I could've danced all night!

You were very good.

I was rather good, wasn't I?

You okay, kid?

I have another home now. And someone who loves me.

You're in the gang.

I just wanna go back.

You wanna leave? Fine! There's the door.

You lighten up!

Oh, it's hopeless.

Looks like you're doing all right for yourself

So that's where you've been!

Feel it. That's it. Very good.

This is an airtight plan

I'll even toss in a little extra for your patience.

It's my final offer. Take it or leave it.

I said, push!

No, you don't kill 'im yet.

Did we bring something green and wrinkly to make me happy?

I'm getting your money tonight! It's coming tonight!

Hey, I think there's hope for you yet.

Yeah, you're starting to think big.

It's creepy down here.

I drew a perfectly good map.

A child could read that map.

I didn't do it! I didn't do it! I was framed!

This is a tough neighborhood. You'd better go home.

I came to find my kitty.

You brought a piggy bank.

What kind of a person would steal a poor little kitty?

I'm so scared. I don't know what to do.

I found a little lost kitten.

No! No, wait! You can't do this!

Keep your mouth shut.

Stop! Stop! Time out!

There's gotta be some way in.

Peasants.

Well, it's nice to see that one of you has some manners.

After you, my little croissant

And remember, quiet.

Oh! I broke a nail.

Oh, balderdash.

Freeze!

I don't think you really appreciate the situation. Somebody could get hurt.

You smell that?

It's party time!

Where are those dogs?

I thought I'd never see you again.

What's the occasion? Come to rescue your little friend?

All right! What a woman!

Heigh-ho, heigh-ho, it's off to work we go

This has all been very entertaining. But the party is over.

Hey, man, you're ugly!

Aah! Save me!

Hey, get off my back, woman! I'm driving!

All right, anybody want some cake?

Murder him! Twist his arm!

The gifts were great.

We'll start with a bath.

You know, you're not so bad for a bug-eyed little creep.

You come back here this minute!

Tell me why should I care

What a delightful scoundrel.

[canongf-archive]

Hello!! Hope you are well ❤️ For the most likely to (self ship edition) asks: 2, 3, 5, 9, 13, 17, 20, 24, 28 😊 I hope it's okay to put in so many numbers for the ask? If not, I'm sorry, please let me know and I won't do it again!

💗 !!! hi hi hi Autumn !!! 💗 i'm doing lovely!!! and i hope you are too!!!!! 💗

!!! EEE thank you so much for asking!!!!! i haven’t played an ask game in far too long!!! and the more numbers the better!!! it’s absolutely okay!!!!! 💗 

(here’s the link, in case anyone else wants to reblog and play too!!!)

2. most likely to wake me up at sunrise to get breakfast with them

luke!!! luke’s a morning person, he’s an early riser, he works out in the morning, he showers in the morning... he is everything i am not. so he is very much the man who wakes me up to go get breakfast with him before he has to be in to work. and i go and it’s worth it because he’s cute and buys me a bacon, egg, and cheese sandwich

3. most likely to pull an all nighter with me

brahm & frank !!!  it depends on the circumstances!!! 

if i’m pulling an all nighter for fun, then brahm. definitely. he’s always up for anything, and he’ll jump at the chance to have a lil fun when everyone else is sleeping. we’ll watch movies, we’ll play video games, we’ll go for a drive, we’ll find a 24 hour diner, we’ll wander the streets... he always somehow finds something good, no matter what time it is!!!

but if i’m pulling an all nighter for something not so fun, like i can’t sleep, or i am stressed, or i am sick... then frank. frank is so calm and patient, he is the man that stays up with me just so i’m not alone. if i cannot sleep!!! he lays with me, rubs my back, explains different philosophy theories while i listen. if i am stressed!!! he talks me through it. asks me to tell him what’s worrying me, and then unpacks it with me. if i am sick!!! he holds me. wipes my forehead with a cool cloth. reminds me to take my medicine periodically. he’s always saying “i’m not gonna sleep if you can’t”

5. most likely to need me to get them home safely after a night out

ransom!!! because ransom is irresponsible and makes bad decisions. and he has to call me, specifically, because he has no friends and his family kind of hates him

9. most likely to get me banned from a store / restaurant

brahm!!! brahm is not a bad person!!! he doesn’t steal or berate the employees or anything but. sometimes he’s just. loud. sometimes he gets with his bandmates and they feed off each other’s energy and they get a little too wrapped up in having a good time that they get a little too rambunctious and they annoy the other customers or they break something boom. we’re all banned from the asda in ipswich. 

13. most likely to leave me on read

RANSOM. it’s not even “he’s likely to do this” he literally does it all the time. sometimes he just cannot be bothered to humor my texts about nothing important. but it is okay because i TOO leave him on read all the time. it’s just how our relationship goes, sometimes we don’t feel like texting. and it WORKS!!!

17. most likely to bring me home a stray animal

FRANK!!! he can’t help it. his niece made him soft. it started with fred, the first cat. and then the other two he had to bring home from the shelter because he felt sorry for them. and it just keeps happening. another cat. a dog or two. sometimes even a bunny. we don’t always keep them, we don’t really have the room, but we do look after them for a while until we can find ‘em a more permanent home. and we hope that one day!!! one day we’ll have a place big enough that they can all stay.

20. most likely to let me cut / dye their hair

bucky!!! bucky has no problems letting me cut his hair. he trusts me with his life (just like i do him!!!) so by comparison!!! this isn’t that big of a deal. i was even the one that cut it short for him!!! he had had long hair for so long and i think it was really weighing him down. felt too much like the winter soldier. and one night he just couldn’t take it anymore. he had a nightmare and woke up frantic and i found him in the bathroom in tears. so i sat him down and i cut it short, like how he used to have it. and it really helped. and now and then it’ll get a little unruly and i’ll trim it and make it how he likes it!!! 

24. most likely to go with me to a haunted house

brahm!!! remember what i said earlier about being up for anything... that does not exclude haunted houses. he loves them. and he makes them so ENTERTAINING!!! he laughs when he gets scared which is so chaotic but it makes me feel more comfortable because he’s laughing. so i laugh. and then we scream together. and we laugh more. and then we get kicked out because brahm keeps looking around corners and trying to open doors that he is not supposed to open. 

28. most likely to ballroom dance with me

and finally!!! my sweet, sweet bucky.  he used to go dancing all the time! he’d take his dates to a ballroom and charm them with a spin or two. and that hasn’t changed. he is constantly pulling me in, swaying with me, giving me a twirl and a dip... whether it’s in the kitchen while we’re waiting for our food to cook, or in the bathroom in the morning or at night when we’re brushing our teeth, or in the living room when i put on the playlist i made him of his favorite oldies... we are always dancing. 💗💗

[nad-zeta]

I'm a dum dum , didn't even realize your requests are open 😂. Ok~ I hope I'm following your rules– cuz I couldn't find any :")) but would you mind doing a hc for Ikesen characters(you can choose the characters! I don't really mind) reacting to a teenager MC(from ages 14-17)? I've seen lots of child MCs but not a teenager one.

Headcanon: Teenage MC feat: Nobunaga, Kenshin, Ieyasu, Hideyoshi and Masamune

Hehehe that's cause I'm a lazy potato so, for now, there are no rules lol 😂 😂 😂 ! Lol so for this I made it more fun and less romantic cause like don't want my sweet bios to look like pedos u know lol 🥀 ! Thanx for the request dear I hope you like it! And I hope you have the best day!  (✿◠‿◠)

Nobunaga

The first time he sees you he is super intrigued

Like how did someone so young and smol manage to pull him out of a freaken burning building

He went into full BIG BRO MODE

The two of you would get up to all sorts of mischief together

Stealing candy together is a given 

You would harry potter style hide under a not so invisible cloak, running to the kitchen together like hunched old ladies

The second you enter the kitchen the hunt for the candy begins

You find the jar in 0.2 seconds “Trust me this ain’t my first rodeo.”

“Aaaah so my fireball sister is an experienced thief then.”

The two of you happily munch on the candy in the kitchen when all of a sudden the two of you heard someone at the door

The two of you turned in sync to see Mother Dearest Amber eyes shining with anger in the dark

“How many times have I told you stealing is bad, and that candy before bed is extremely unhealthy.”

He turned to look at Nobunaga, who looked like a guilty schoolboy “My lord, you are supposed to set the example, how do you expect to be a good big brother if you are influencing her to steal and eat candy before bed.”

Everything was going perfectly according to plan- while Hideyoshi was distracted you snuck a few handfuls of candy in the hidden pockets of you kimono

Once you were done with your mission you chimed in “Yeah big bro how do u expect me to be a good girl when you always dragging me along to steal the candy.”

“Oooooh don’t think I forgot about you, young lady.”

He lectured the two of you for three hours

Hideyoshi sent both of you back to your rooms. 

Luckily Nobunaga’s’sNobunaga’s’s room was right on top of yours and you were experienced in the art of sneaking out to meet up with friends

So you easily climbed up onto his balcony and snuck into his room

The two of you snicked and laughed while munching on candy together

Hideyoshi

“Have you eaten yet today, brushed your teeth, done all your chores.”

Catches you stealing candy at night with Nobunaga again

“How many times have I told you not to eat candy before bed young lady.”

Hideyoshi has full-blown turned into your castle mom

You had been secretly dating some random boy, you met in the market

You twisted your ankle sneaking out your room to go and see him, luckily Mamayoshi was doing his final rounds of the castle and found you hissing on the ground.

He picked you up and patched you up real good

Cue lecture about sneaking out in the middle of the night

The next day the boy broke up with you- cause he a piece o shit

You spent the whole day crying in your room

Cue Mamayoshi barging into your room, cause the maids had informed him that you skipped breakfast!

(ಥ﹏ಥ)

“Who dare break my favourite sister’s heart” (ノಠ益ಠ)ノ彡┻━┻

“Just show me who he is and I’ll teach that freaken punk a lesson he will never forget” (╬ ಠ益ಠ)

You spent hours crying on his shoulder, Hideyoshi made you some tea and took you to the market to do some retail therapy

You would go to Mamayoshi for advice all the freaken time, you really did see him as a mom

Have boy trouble Hideyoshi is there helping ya out and giving you advice, struggling to do the homework Mitsuhide gave you, Mama will sit for hours helping you, someone Is bullying you? Hideyoshi will mom style cut them

Will take you out to tea all the time, and the two of you will low key spill the tea on all the latest gossip

Kenshin

Treats you like a fragile princess

Will be an extremely doting brother

Will 100% teach you how to defend yourself

Feeling sad, Kenshin will legit find the source of your sadness and freaken kill them

Feeling anxious or insecure, Kenshin will be there wrapping you in a big bear hug while drawing soothing circles on your back. He will soothingly comfort you as your cry on his shoulder

Will summon his army of fluff balls to cuddle with you until that smile is back on your face

You like a boy in the market… forget about it. Kenshin is there glaring at the boy… “He is not good enough for my dearest sister.”

You give Kenshin puppy dog eyes “No way bunny, you are still a baby, definitely not old enough to date. Come on, let go get some tea and pickled plumbs to cheer you up.”

You cant say no to Kenshin especially when he gives you his puppy dog eyes in return 

Will always insist on holing your hand when walking in the market together

Will legit kill anyone or anything that threatens you

Will give you platonic forehead and cheek kisses

Loves it when you sass and roll your eyes at Shingen trying to pick up all the woman at banquets 

Will let you sneak a few sips of his sake, and you are the only one he will share his pickled plumbs with

Will send you off to bed when it gets too late, the bunnies have taken quite a liking to you so they will accompany you back to your room and cuddle with you

Masamune

“come on lass lets’s go on an adventure.”

“No way the last time we went on an adventure I was almost killed and both of us got an hour-long lecture about the dangers of waterfalls.”

“Where is your sense of adventure kitten.”

“The same place your sense of safety is, non-existent.’

Drags you with him to go hiking, when you were on the top of the mountain you slipped on some loose gravel. Masamune caught you, and both of you went tumbling into a lake

You couldn’t help but laugh

The two of you splashed around in the water until late into the afternoon

“Quick lass let’s sneak in before mother dearest scolds us for.”

Too late he was already waiting for the two of you

Masa will cook you anything and everything your heart desires, when you tell him you’re on a diet cause some boy called you fat Masamune’s eyes widens.

He will bring your favourite dish an place it just under your nose, you can’t help but crumble damn that smell too good to waste, “Fine but my diet starts tomorrow”, (っ˘ڡ˘ς) you say with a mouth full of food

Lol tomorrow never came and that asshole of a boy was never seen again

Sometimes it was hard to tell who the teenager was you or Masamune, the two of you would always joke around pulling pranks on all the castle residents

You were actually pretty thankful Masamune didn’t drink, cause it made you feel like you weren’t missing out on anything during banquets

At the end of the banquets it would always be you, Masa and Mitsuhide left awake and playing card games till dawn

Will leave Shogetsu with you during times of war. The big cat literally destroys everything

“No way masa, ask Mitsunari to watch him, last time when I woke up he shredded everything in my room”, he just grinned at you “That’s what adds to his cuteness”. (=^・^=)

You narrowed your eyes at him “What’s in it for me”. (¬_¬)

“I’ll bring you back a months supply worth of candy and I Masamune Date will owe you a favour”.

You beamed up at him, that would definitely come in handy one day “Fine I’ll do it”. (｡◕‿◕｡)

“Thanks, kitten that’s why you’re my favourite sister”,

You rolled your eyes “I’m your only sister”.

He pats you on the head while chuckling “Exactly” (＾ｕ＾)

Ieyasu

Would have witty battles with the resident porcupine all of the time

Masamune would literally, howl in laughter when the two of you are at it.

You would juts roll your eyes “Not my fault Ieyasu is always so salty.”

The amount of time the two of you have had an eye-rolling contest is ridiculous

Even though the two of you fight like cats and dog you still enjoy Ieyasu’s’sIeyasu’s’s company

Ieyasu actually shows you his soft side

One day a boy broke your heart

You walked into Ieyasu’s room and looked at him ༼ つ ಥ_ಥ ༽つ

Ieyasu rushed to you and wrapped you up in his arms and let you cry it out

“You know what will be fun” Ieyasu asked with a hint of mischief in this emerald eyes

“What” (“･ω･`) you asked sniffing and wiping the last of your tears away

“If we make that punk regret ever breaking your heart.”

You couldn’t help but give him the biggest brightest smile, the two of you snuck out that night and egged his house

You are the only person privileged enough to know Ieyasu’s soft side

The two of you will have a chilli eating contest

Basically ends with you drinking a gallon of milk and losing all sense of taste “Silly girl this isn’t even the hottest peppers yet.”

You will play matchmaker to get Ieyasu a date/lover

He will legit just roll his eyes at the suggestion, he is way too busy with work

“I found the perfect person for you Yasu, they are sweet, kind you know basically an angel and don’t worry they definitely won’t get put off by your contrary personality.”

Yasu raises a brow “Who” (ーー;)

You snicker a little and burst out laughing “MITSUNAR, he is perfect for you.”

Yasu legit spits out the tea he was sipping on, he was turning as red as a tomato

Yasu.exe has stopped working

“I freaken knew it, I’m gonna go tell him right now” (°o°)

“Don’t you dare” (ー_ー)!!

(✿◠‿◠)

(((( ；ﾟДﾟ))) Yasu legit leaps over his desk and tackles you to the ground tickling you until you surrender

“Fine but if the two of you ever get married, I better be your maid of honour.”

Yasu legit just ruffled your hair and rolled his eyes “Yeah yeah whatever just don’t tell him.”

 Hope you liked it, dear! <3

[mistaeq]

Hi! Can I have a matchup for parts 1 and 3, please? I'm a 5'2'' black demiromantic bisexual genderfluid/non binary female (she/her pronouns) who is chubby with dark black braided hair, dark brown eyes, dimples and is nearsighted and wears glasses. Hobbies include playing video games, drawing, writing, reading manga and comics, watching anime and movies (mostly supernatural and horror), eating sweets and junk food in general.

Matchup

TW // depression references

Thank you for your request! Your description sounds like you're really beautiful and a funny, interesting person to be friends with! Hope you enjoy your matchup ^_^

Stardust Crusaders and Phantom Blood Matchup

WORD COUNT: 1.4k

My first matchup choice for you is...

Kakyoin Noriaki!

Oh boy. He's in love with your body, he dedicates entire mornings or even entire days to making you feel beautiful and special, covering you in kisses.

Kakyoin likes your braids, and deeply respects your culture. When one day Polnareff jokingly said that you could make the same braids on Noriaki's red lock of hair, your boyfriend got really upset.

When you least expect it, you might catch him staring at you, gently shoving a finger in a dimple of yours. He loves them, Noriaki says they make you look so cute he can't help touching those. If you're okay with it, obviously.

Not the type of man who steals your glasses to try them on. Out of curiosity, he once asked you to try them, but really only once.

As soon as he learns you like videogames, he might just pull his heart out of his chest and give it to you as a gift. He's always more convinced, everything of you looks like he's meant to be your boyfriend.

You often happen to forget about the time, when you're focused on winning against each other, holding the game controller and screaming. Jotaro hates you both. Playfully.

Noriaki has probably a whole collection of mangas. Not gonna guarantee every single one of those is... appropriate. But he also owns lots of famous and known appropriate manga series.

He enjoys reading them with you, and discuss about the differences between manga version and anime version of something.

Noriaki likes movies about supernatural stuff, he's interested in that. He tries to convince himself he likes horror movies for you, but if you happen to watch one together, he'll cling to you or hide under a blanket.

He's the ceo of eating junk food and sweets while playing videogames, watching movies and stuff. Noriaki looks like a healthy boy, but he just has a fast metabolism.

When you're with new people, for example when Kakyoin introduces you to the crusaders, don't be afraid of relying on him to help you. He understand how difficult it is, having been quite alone all his life.

Once you and the crusaders get to build a friendship, you become Jotaro's nightmare. Kakyoin, Polnareff and Joseph are always there to laugh and be weird with you. Avdol doesn't mind y'all's happiness, leaving Jotaro without someone to lean on to hate you.

If you don't feel like getting out of bed in the morning, don't force yourself and tell Noriaki the truth, he'll totally understand it and stay there with you.

Sometimes he's the one who has mornings when he doesn't feel like getting out of bed himself. He'll be laying on you to stop you from getting up, mumbling he only wants to stay with you and not talk to anyone.

Please make him happy even if you feel like living the day, otherwise he'll show you a neverending pout throughout the whole day.

Don't worry about what to wear around Kakyoin. He loves it when you wear a t-shirt and jeans, the same way he loves it when you wear a skirt, or a dress. He'll never be ashamed of your fashion choices, you're just perfect in his eyes.

The boy is quite romantic, so he's just the right one if you need a little romance. Also, Noriaki is kinda touch starved too, this is what leads to your neverending sessions of sleepy cuddles in the morning.

Just like you, Kakyoin doesn't stand out for being an impatient boy. But if he gets angry, he's quite scary, above all if the reason is someone who was annoying or hurting you.

He deeply cares about taking care of your insecurities, having been through it too. He questioned himself too much in the past, for he wasn't able to make friends. But he only suffered from it. Noriaki doesn't want this to happen to you.

If you know some foreign languages he doesn't know, he gets really excited in listening to you while you speak them or tell him something about them.

He doesn't compare you negatively to others, he doesn't even compare you to others, basically because he's not interested in the differences between you and someone else. You're just you, and that's what he loves.

My second matchup choice for you is...

Jonathan Joestar!

If you're okay with it, get ready to have your body covered in kisses and compliments, he's a deeply romantic boy and will never lose the chance of making you feel how special and beautiful you are for him.

Jonathan's eyes are as blue as a clear sky, and that's why your dark eyes are a thing he absolutely loves. He could spend hours staring at you, and he's expressive, might pour his heart out with a gaze.

He loves the way you look with your glasses, and he would probably gift you new glasses sooner or later, for your birthday. He has a soft spot for how you look with those.

Oh man. Oh man. Get ready for "Jonathan being brought into things he couldn't imagine he could really like".

There are so many activities he's never tried, and he's the cutest baby when he gets to try them with you and thanks to you. Videogames, for example.

Jonathan pouts a lot, when while teaching him how to play, you have no mercy on him and beat him to every game. You probably do it on purpose to see him like that, because he looks like a puppy.

Everytime he finds you drawing, he'll hug you from behind, resting his chin on your shoulder and kissing your cheek, whispering you that you're so talented, he feels the luckiest man ever.

If you happen to write something you'd like to share with him, don't be afraid or ashamed of doing it. The young Joestar is your number one fan.

He'll watch horror movies with you, he doesn't mind them, after everything he went through. Just know he might flinch with jumpscares. Like a lot. Last time he moved the couch from its location.

To make you proud of him, he'll read a couple mangas too, but he'll admit he has't understood a think. He read those from left to right.

Jonathan is a gentleman, but deep down he loves junk food. He says he needs it, if he wants something tasty to feed his muscles.

If he knows you're about to meet someone you don't know, he makes sure he previously tells you some information on them, just so you feel a little bit more comfortable with being introduced to them.

He sometimes looks - has to look - so chill that your dorky and goofy behavior gives him life. As already seen before, Jonathan is not perfect and strict on his gentleman behavior. He'll just let you carry him with you.

You can be clingy with him in public, he doesn't mind it, maybe he even enjoys it, so everyone sees how happy you two are.

Mornings when you don't feel like getting out of bed, well, just get ready to be spoilt, because he's gonna bring you breakfast in bed.

Jonathan will never force you to wear skirts or dresses. If he wears something elegant, he doesn't feel like he should tell you to do it, too. You'll do it if you feel like it, he cherishes you anyway.

You won't have time, to feel touch starved or insecure. He's affectionate, and every - long - cuddling session becomes a list of every single detail he likes of you.

If you happen to tell Jonathan about your daydreaming, he'll get it seriously and promises he'll manage to make every single dream of yours come true. From the easiest to the most bizarre.

He doesn't really know many other languages apart from english. He once tried with french to sound more like a gentleman, but he gave up after not even a week, that's why he admires your passion for foreign languages.

Jonathan is a dog person, but after everything that happened with Danny, he'll be down to get a cat with you. It'll be useful to warm your bellies in winter when it'll come to rest on you, loudly meowing.

He compares you to other people, sometimes too much, but always in a positive way, as if he wanted to show of what a beautiful angel he loves.

[ziracona]

Sorry if this has been asked before but, I'm really curious about how you would have written Max in the story if he were to be there? He's one of my personal favorite characters and finding redemption stories about him is kinda hard (You have no idea how happy I was when I read Claudette threw him a scarf to stay warm, like yes please; he's a feral child in a killer's body, but please stay warm)

I don’t think I have been, and no problem!

If Max had had a larger role in ILM, I am not 100% sure how I’d have written his perosnality, since I haven’t had to do it yet in-depth, but I know he’d be very angry and both defensive and aggressive towards everything, warry, skittish, hostile. Not bad necessarily, but humans will raise hackles and be ready to lash out and bite if they’ve all they’ve ever known is abuse the same way a mistreated cat or dog would, or like, most any living thing. I think he’s very lonely and unloved, and it’s hard for humans to survive without positive contact and affirmation and physical affection. I mean, if we’re left alone totally, we literally just die. But since his only experience with humans—and his parents/the people who should have loved him most no less—was nothing but danger and abuse and isolation and imprisonment, I think it’d be very hard for him to be approached. Not at all impossible, but man, it is really, really hard to convince someone who’s been through torrential rains of abuse that there’s something else to be given.

I do have ideas on how you could get through, but let me think about personality first. Well, aside from aggressive, defensive, skittish, warry, and hostile, like inborn traits to go along with learned, I think he is a very volatile person. He must be enduring and strong to survive what he did and live, and so determined and tenacious. —Oh! Hang on, big one before I forget. So, I am not a forefront authority in Disability as it relates to narrative, but I know quite a bit and was lucky enough to have a professor whose central areas were Disability, Horror, and Disability in Horror. I don’t know who exactly popularized the idea of Max as having basically a child’s mind in an adult’s killer body, though I think I’ve been told it was one person or story? Maybe it was just a big fandom take. But that’s one of the most prevailing and harmful disability stereotypes, especially for mental disabilities, and horror is a massive offender in general with both disabilities and disorders, and we need to do better & listen to the communities themselves more. I don’t mean this in a harsh way at all—I don’t even know if you meant ‘feral child in a killer’s body’ that way, or meant like, ‘this feral man in a killer’s body is my child TuT’—which is a totally different statement—and even with the former, I know people have had that idea of Max super popularized and are inundated with it, and most people I think just don’t know it’s a very harmful and prevalent stereotype period—I didn’t until I was in my 20s. But I think it’s important to bring attention to it when it’s brought up. Many of the bad things done to people with disabilities come from treating them as not fully actualized humans (I guess I should say ‘us’), and some of those ways are easy to spot, because they’re cruel, and some are harder, because they seem positive. The ‘child mind in an adult body’ is a huge one for disabilities that doesn’t seem awful at first glance, but actually is a huge problem. Unfortunately, human children also get treated by and large as not fully realized humans (as in autonomous & worthy of respect and self-determination—obvs there are some differences that are important, but a child is still an entire ass human & should be respected as such). The painting a physically and mentally disabled character as childlike or mentally trapped as a child is used to control and take autonomy and gravity from our opinions and lives. It’s also just like, not accurate. But the biggest thing is that it takes agency from individuals and paints them as less intelligent, less capable of wanting or pursing more ‘adult’ things [such as jobs or sex or protesting for their rights or having informed opinions on current events and doing something about it], and tries to paint that permanent, life-long dehumanization as a positive thing by making it cute or innofenssive at first glance. While still discounting disabled as kids, passing off autonomy and decisions to their caregivers, and ignoring our status as equal and actualized individuals. Stunted learning or growth or different ways of speaking, moving, and limitations understanding certain things don’t actually make disabled people like children. They’re just adults who sometimes have some very different ways of speaking or thinking or seeming or being. But it’s super important that we’re still adults and like, have the actualized self of adults, even if our speech patterns seem weird. There’s a huge and extremely important difference between an adult with social hangups around sensitive areas and social norms, and being a child. If you didn’t know any of that, don’t feel too bad, again like, people who aren’t disabled almost never talk about disability theory or issues, and I didn’t know this till I was in my 20s. But I feel really bad for Max and bad about how he is usually characterized, so it is important to bring this up.

Okay! That all said, I think personality wise, Max would be really fun to write. Because you have two levels—you have the taught things—fear, aggression, etc, and his inborn perosnality. There is very little canon about Max, but we know he never left home after freeing himself, he steals clothes from scarecrows or whatever he can find, and he’s probably in his early 20s or maybe to his mid 20s now. Since he never left home, I’d think he’s probably a little more cautious and anctious by nature, even with all that rage. I think he’d be sentimental if he ever was given something to love. He must have attachment to things pretty easily, and would I think have liked people a lot because of that, if life had been different. Would have been a shy but friendly and hopeful farm boy. Now, he’s kind of a broken mess, sadly. He’s had it super pounded in by family he is worthless and horrific and disgusting and a monster and an abomination, so I think he expects all humans to take one look and violently feel the same towards him. Taught humans are cruel, and he isn’t safe with them, and the only thing that will stop them and protect himself is unchecked aggression.

So, when it comes to like, getting close enough to him to redeem him, it’s rough, because again, he’d be very very aggressive. I mean, even after killing his parents, he mutilated the animals on the farm in rage, and continued to viciously hurt and then kill anything living he could find on the farm, so he’s got a lot of danger, and he really leaned into violence to protect himself. It’s what he knows now. I think he’s still lonely — like, so lonely he’s sick with it — but unlike Anna and Michael, he’s never known love, so I don’t think he’s even aware of that, and it’s on a pretty subconscious level. Plus, he has even less understanding of human communication and rules and gestures than the other feral killers, so it’d be really hard to get through to him. I think about the only plausible way is really, really, really fuckin slowly, through repeated gifts and kindnesses for no reason (like Claude with the scarf but every day for three years)—the same way you’d try to get through to a feral cat, since like other living things, humans also are wary and mistrustful when hurt, but can be socialized into new situations and do have a pretty set list of gifts and actions we appreciate. I mean, if I was feral, I would start to soften if repeatedly left chocolates and big warm coats and picture books to look at, pretty rocks. I have a crow heart.... >.> Or, the much more likely option, you’d have to catch him or find him captured and helpless, and then be kind instead of doing anything bad at all, and help him for a somewhat extended period of time, nurse him back to health or such, so he’d be forced to actually realize this person isn’t trying to hurt him—they’re trying to help.

I think Max would get less hostile slowly and cautiously because like, if you’ve ever been horribly abused you know you’re afraid to be hurt again. But also, if you’re alone, there’s a battle between wanting some kind of constact and love, and the fear of trying to trust someone only to be brutally torn up again and cast aside. It’s a painful place to be. But I think once he made it over that initial trust hurdle, and could bring himself to stop shuddering at a touch and to believe the person helping him was just trying to give him food, not poison or something to choke on, he’d be absolutely overcome, becuase if you’ve never been shown kindness and then are, overwhelmingly, it’s really hard to process. There’s a lot of psychology stuff about how we form our understandings and processing of each other and the world that I’m not gonna go into much bc convoluted, but it’d be like the opposite weirdly of a Just World break. The realization some things are less awful than your cemented life understanding structure. It would feel wrong and be hard to process (and rewireing a brain takes some time), but he’s been so alone for so long, I think the longing for people would get through, and he would cautiously start to trust and be just bowled over and kind of intimidated by the strength of like, the love and affection and gratitude and belonging he’d start to feel. I think he’d be afraid, becuase it’s not how life is meant to go, and jumpy, but he’d also just be lost to the happiness of actually having some kind of positive human connection, and become fiercely protective of whoever (or whichever people) was/were helping him. Got something he doesn’t want to lose now.

He’s young, so he’s going to still be figuring stuff out, and he had an awful upbringing, so lots of confusion and anger and un-learning too, but I’m really glad you liked that scene!! 😭 and that you like Max too, because he needs more love. I like him a lot too, that’s why he ends up with an undetermined fate instead of, like, dead in ILM. I’d like to give him a fully story role sometime, when there’s more space for it. He’s such a complex and unfortunate guy, he deserves a chance to grow more right and find people who are different and have a better future. TuT. It ain’t fair how his life was.

[littlebird-99]

Hate Being A Legacy

Summary: She is a hunter in a family as notorious as the Winchesters- John and her dad even worked together sometimes. She saves Dean and Sam’s asses on a case and they go to her big mansion to rest. Her house has everything a hunter could need: cars, weapons, a training room, an information room where all the hunters in the states can communicate for information or help. Dean starts to fall for her. She is younger than Sam.

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Warnings: language

The Y/L/N family, the worlds most notorious hunters. Hunter's would call if them if lure didn't match up, or if the monster they were hunting didn't seem right.

That wasn't the same with Y/n, their youngest. She hated her family, she was considered the black sheep, she was the only girl in the family and with the Y/L/N's, women are not hunters. She broke that one cardinal rule and became a hunter shortly after her cousin Jenny was murdered by a werewolf.

But, with the Y/L/N family, came responsibilities, you'd help other hunters, or you were the best.

So she was currently watching an abandoned house, waiting for the leader to show. She sat humming along to her music, groaning as it was slowly hitting 4 in the morning.

That was until she spotted a car, she shakes her head, "fucking christ" she groans, she noticed that car. Fuck, every hunter noticed that car when it drove past them. "Fucking Winchesters…"

She was currently working a case in Omaha, Nebraska. Vampires from the looks of it, maybe about 10-15 heads. She hated working on vamps alone. But her family never sent anyone to help.

She exited her car, walking toward the house. Watching the boys exit the car before they head in.

Dean's POV

"This hunts gonna be easy, I mean, only a few vamps, we'll be done and heading for the bar quicker than you reading a book Sammy" he grinned. Sam rolled his eyes, his machete raised as they entered the house.

As soon as they stepped in both boys froze, "dammit" he muttered, there was more than they thought there'd be. He noticed one sneaking up behind Sam, going to warn him. Until everything around him went black.

A groan erupts past his lips, his eyes slowly opening.

"Sammy?" His voice croaked.

"I'm here Dean" his brother's voice sounds off, making his heart kind of calm down.

He looked around, trying to find anything close to undo his wrists. That was until he heard the sounds of fighting erupting around him.

He shakes his head, looking around for someone to show their face. He was not expected a woman to appear from behind the wall.

Her Y/h/c was tied up into a pony and he didn't know how to feel about her saving him, considering how hot she looked.

He shakes his head, "come on, you need our help killing--" Her laugh made his heart stop, and he watches her closely.

"I killed the vamps doll," she says, "just to save you cute brothers" she spoke, her voice music to his ears. 'Dammit Dean, knock it off' he thought to himself, 'she's a random woman, and a hunter, you don't fuck with that' he growls.

She quickly untied them both, before handing them their machetes and begins walking back out the door. What he didn't account for was his brother chasing after her, "Sammy!" He runs after him.

He follows behind them as Sam talks with her, he didn't even know her name, but God damn her ass looked good in those jeans. His eyes traveled her body as she walked, it almost seemed like she was putting effort into the sway of her hips.

He stopped watching her ass as she stopped walking and quickly looked up, "Dean? You alright?' His brother asked. He looked up, shrugging, "nothing," he says quickly.

Sam laughs, rolling his eyes, "alright, well Y/N was just inviting us back to her place, do you wanna go?' He asked his brother.

Dean shrugged, "sure, we'll follow you," he says, smiling at her, Y/N, finally knew her name, he'd have to do some research on her, figure out who exactly she was.

She had started walking away again, and he turned to get into his car until he stopped to see what car she was driving. It was a beautiful, old 1967 Chevy Camaro, black just like his baby before he moves and gets in the car.

"Dude, you're so done" Sam laughs, once he was in the car. He glared at him, "I'm not done, so fuck off.." He growls, he starts the car and starts following Y/N's car down the road.

After a few hours of driving, they approach a gate, making the boys look at each other.

"there's no way…" Sam spoke first, breaking the silence that had started when they pulled up. Sam quickly pulled his phone out, deciding to look Y/N up.

"Dude… she's a Y/L/N…" he says, looking at Dean with his eyes wide, "the best hunters known to well… everyone" he says lightly.

Dean shakes his head, "no fucking way…" he says. He parks the car and gets out, looking at the house, before looking at her, 'damn woman. Stealing my heart and shit, fuck' he thinks as he walks up to her, "so, you're a Y/L/N?" He asked.

She frowns, not what he was expecting, but she did, "I am.." She says softly, "I'm the best hunter in the family, but can we please not? I hate that that's the only reason I'm known for" she says.

He nods, watching her, she was good. Good hunter, beautiful body, hair, fuck her eyes, her beautiful Y/E/C. He shakes his head quickly and follows her inside. Sam smirks watching Dean, "dude, you totally like her" he laughs.

Dean glares, shaking his head and moves, "so, you live here by yourself?" He asked, following her around. She nods, "usually I'm just driving around and hunting, looking for cases" she states.

She shows them around, telling them.about each of the rooms. Dean could tell she hated her family, she didn't want to be a legacy, not that she was like Men Of Letters legacy, but the Y/L/N had quite the legacy to uphold.

Y/n POV

She showed the guys the rooms they were staying in then went to her room, she shakes her head as she stops in front of a painting. It had her whole family, well, minus her. To any and all outsiders, it was almost like she was adopted, which she wasn't, not by any means was she adopted.

Standing in the bathroom, she strips her clothes, deciding she was definitely going to throw them out because she hated how much vamps bleed, and didn't want that.

She looked in the mirror, years of hunting had taken its toll on her body, she was attractive yes, but she had scar after scar the riddled her body, she had a little bit of a stomach, from fast food because who didn't, and she had thighs, she loved her thighs, the stretch marks that came with them too. She didn't care what others thought, especially her family.

She pulled her hair out and climbs into the shower. Turning it on, she let the waterfall down her back as she closes her eyes, taking a deep breath, "another hunt done. Soon I'll be on the road, and won't be here.." she whispered.

After throwing on some different clothes, she walked downstairs and started looking for something to make for dinner, she was here, she might as well make a home-cooked meal.

"So.. I.. well" she turns, looking at Dean, a smile on her face as she noticed he had a hard time getting his words out.

"Cat got your tongue, Winchester?" She teased, throwing her head back as he glared, crossing his arms. He shakes his head, "what're you making for dinner? Was what I was gonna ask ya doll" he smirked

She only nodded, rolling her eyes, "uh huh.. sure you were, doll" she smirks. "And I'm making spaghetti and garlic bread" she smiled.

He nods, watching her cook as he leaned against the counter, his eyes scanned over her body, she had on leggings, but they were like capris, and a tank top, showed off her curves and he just wanted to-

"Dean, earth to Dean" his eyes shot up, glaring at Sam who had just walked in and caught Dean staring, making him laugh as he sits down. "I was just saying, maybe Y/n could join us" he suggests.

Dean looked up, watching Y/n reaction, biting my his lip.

She shrugged, "I don't. I don't know guys, I usually hunt alone, and I don't want to bug you' she says.

"You won't," Dean says a little too quickly, "I mean.. It'd be nice to have someone else to take to besides boring sasquatch here" he jokes.

She shrugs, "I'll think about it. But I will let you both have my number, in case I say no, but I'll still help you boys out" she smiled.

They had enjoyed dinner, talking about different hunts and what's been going on in the world of the Y/l/n's and the Winchesters.

A few months later.

Y/n, of course, didn't go with the body, she couldn't bring herself to do it, but, she still talked to them. The oldest Winchester more than the youngest one, they had talked, and texted, even randomly met up for a beer and a bite to eat. And he'd never admit it to anyone, but he was falling for the huntress.

He never knew what it felt like to actually love someone, other than his brother, but he knew he had fallen deep, when he got a call from Jody, saying a hunter had gone missing from her vehicle, what broke him, was Y/n hadn't texted him for the past week.

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[livelovelaug-h]

Irreplaceable you pt 2

Sam x reader

Warnings- cancer: sad times. Angst. :(( Grab the tissues still.

"So I decided to cut out gluten. That was like the first thing that I did. I would just like wake up in the morning and feel like totally fatigued. Just like, "eh."

You laugh. This could be good. Next girl.

"You know, um his job he doesn't really like talking about it." She laughs. ?

Next girl. "You know what's funny I have a cat named Sam."

"oh okay."

"yeah." Nope. "Thank you."

You're writing down on some papers a few notes notes: too slutty. Too needy. Too freaky. Too neurotic.

Next girl.

"So it says on your online profile you were Phi Beta Kappa?" You ask.

"I had no life in college." You laugh.

"And now you're a researcher for the National Institute of Health?"

"Yes. Still have no life. I'm just... I'm just tired of being alone. I'm where I want to be career-wise, and I really would like to settle down and have a family."

She adds: "sorry, Natural caretaker. Also overbearing neurotic."

"I'm the same way." You say. "Um... Let's set up a date."

"Okay. Um, just... If I could just be honest with you, um, I just don't quite understand why a man would send his assistant to pre-interview women. I just... I don't get it. "

"Yeah, um... Here's the deal." She could tell by your face.

"Sally! Please don't hold it against him!" She starts walking away.

"This is the craziest thing like ever!"

You started picking up the papers to go catch the girl but you ran into in the waitress. "Oh, shit. Oh, sorry! I'm sorry! "

"No, I got it."

"It's kind of a long story."

"I... I think I heard it. I mean, I know I shouldn't, but spying on the customers is like the only thing that makes this job halfway bearable. You are way more interesting than most. "

"I know, it's unusual." You say.

"Yo, dude, I think it's awesome. Like, my mom died seven years ago. I was in high school. And after she passed, my dad spent every night alone. And I tried to tell him, "Go out. Live life. Find someone." But not just anyone. The right person. "

"Exactly. Which is hard."

She laughs "Right. imean, do you have any like friends or anything that could like take him off your hands?"

"Yeah his brother but not anyone that would get this girl stuff."

"Right. I mean, the thing is, finding the right one is actually about volume. You should host a mixer, like, invite some people."

"Yeah, right. Nothing says "fun" like a mixer hosted by your dying girlfriend."

"I mean, I'm having an art opening... at this gallery space on Friday. you could use it as a front.You, like, wouldn't even need to be there. And... And an art opening could bring together some really interesting women. Like the right types. Not that there wouldn't be some people there with like interested in the free snacks, but... "

"I wouldn't want to..."

"No, honestly, dude, you'd be doing me a real solid."

you laugh. I'm y/n.

"I'm Mira."

~~~~~~~~~

"A hundred and fifty dollars? This place is a rip-off. I could make this myself one week tops." Myron says.

"Focus, please. We just need to freshen up Sam's look a little."

"Why is that again?"

" Trust me. Any woman that meets him

is gonna want to shop for him. The wrong one will put him in these. He wears all plaid all the time"

"What are you doing?" You ask myron.

"What?"

"You're the only one who gets to make bad decisions because you're dying? Terminal cancer. Put it on my bill. "

"You're just so cool with everything. I'm not cool with any of this.

"I've been dying longer than you have. You get better at it. "

"How?"

"Well, it's like this vest. At first it's, "Why is that old man wearing that horrible vest? Pretty soon I become the vest guy. After that, you realize that you'd hardly recognize me without it. I look comfortable in it. It's a part of me, so... you accept it. "

"I don't think I can ever accept you in that vest."

"No?" He asks.

"Try this on. I want to see what it'll look like on Sam."

"Okay."

"But let me pair it with some skinny jeans."

Laughs.

"Okay. I look three days younger. "

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

"These... Oh! They're cutting off my circulation. Seriously, my ankles are tingling, my feet are asleep."

"You look hot!"

"It's just... Can I ask what this is about?"

"Just some retail therapy. "

"Right. And where am I supposed to put my phone?"

"Now... Okay, this jacket is dry clean only. Which means, if I'm not around, do not put this in the laundry."

"I know what that means y/n."

"Oh. Shit. Laundry. All right, so... In here." You walk to the washer and he asks:

"Really?"

" Okay, so... "

" I know how to turn it on."

"Yeah, but colors, whites, delicates."

".. Right."

"The dryer sometimes gets stuck, so, uh, you just give it two kicks. you kick it twice Right here. Like that. And it will generally unstick itself."

Sam kicks it twice.

"Exactly."

"Uh, this dial is the minutes. It tells you how much time you have left.......... um, If the time runs out..... before the clothes are ready, you just... turn the dial."

"Hmm. Wait." You say feeling uneasy.

" What?"

[groaning] "are you okay?"

You start coughing and head towards the sink. You start throwing up.

"yeah I have that effect on women." You both laugh. "Too soon...?"

You say "yeah too soon."

~~~~~~~~~~~~

Her and her nightly what ifs. It was adorable though.

"What if I had run away and joined a cult?"

"I guess I would have to join too."

"What if relationships between cult members was frowned upon?"

"Like an asexual cult?"

"Yeah. And you couldn't do an intervention and get me out because I was totally brainwashed."

"Hmm. Well, I guess I would have to become a rival cult leader, re-brainwash you. according to my philosophy, and then steal you away into my cult, which would be a sex cult."

You start dying with laughter.

"What if I were exactly like me, except I had really terrible halitosis. I would get you a mint. Or I would destroy the olfactory receptors in my nose so that I didn't care."

....."What if I die?

"I would...

never recover." You guys cuddle and go to bed.

~~~~~ the next evening~~~~~~

You Sam and Dean are all In the same room.

"Should I be able to tell that you're circumcised in those jeans? 'Cause I can. And there's not a lot of, uh, room for imagination or your penis in those pants." You says.

"I don't want to go to this. I don't... I don't know anything about art."

You: "Yes you do. Would you relax? She just wants people there."

"Is she hot?" Dean asks.

"Trust me, Dean it will be a target rich environment." Sam answers.

"See? Come on, man. Free food, cute girls." Dean says.

~~~~~~~~~

"Come on, let's do this. " you say.

"How exactly do you know this artist again?"

"We met randomly at a cafe, and we really bonded and...

" When?"

' I... I don't know. I just... I don't want to disappoint her.

"Are you sure you can't come?" He asks you.

I- I don't feel up to it. Trust me.

"Okay. W... Well I'll go, just as long as you stop touching my hair.

"Hey, hey, hey, hey. "

'You're adorable." You say and he huffs a laugh. "Stop that!"

"Oh, he can move in them!"

"No, not really Dean."

Sam to Dean "you know i got a ring right before she told me she was 'pregnant and then now cancer."

"I didn't. You know you could still ask her."

"yeah she'll love that." he says sarcastically.

"it might give her some hope."

"yeah, maybe."

~~~~~~~In The car with myron outside the art meeting ~~~~~~~~~~

"Is he mingling?"

"He's admiring the art."

"Sam doesn't care much about art. Nah, he's just hoping if he keeps himself occupied with an activity, no one will actually talk to him."

[Myron] He's very good-looking.

Can I say that and not be awkward?

"Uh, yeah that's my whole point. What about you and your wife? How'd you two meet?"

"At a party."

"We were in college. We got hitched three years later. "

"That's it? No story?"

"The story came after. Getting married. Life. Building a home. Kids, grandkids."

"Sorry".

"It's okay. I won't know the difference, I guess."

"I just want those things for Sam."

"I have to hand it to you." Myron says.

"What?

"You are stubborn. This might be the worst plan in the world, but you're committed to it, and I like that."

"Yeah, well, don't be too impressed. Hasn't worked yet."

"I don't know about that." He says looking into the binoculars.

"What?" You look into the building.

"Let me see that." Sam is talking to Someone. "No, that's just the girl whose show it is."

[Myron] "So?"

"So she's just doing this as a favor to me. "

"So?"

"So, she's not his type."

"Yeah?"

You: "Oh, no. Don't do the snorty laugh.

"Ugh! He did the snorty laugh. Oh, he does that when he's... "

Myron : "When he's nervous."

"Happy."

"Here. Estelle's hot chocolate." Myron says ans hands you a coffee cup. "It cures whatever ails you. Except cancer."

He cheers "to the things we do for people we love."

~~~~~~~ bedtime ~~~~~

Sam walks in your shared bedroom. "I know you're not really sleeping. Because I know how your breathing sounds when you sleep. Which is something you don't even know about yourself."

laughs

"I know everything about you, y/n, But I have to say, you still know how to shock the hell out of me."

"What do you mean?"

"The clothes. The mixer. "

" Sam... "

"For the record, I am not a dummy. I know what's going on. And I went along with you trying to help me because I know it's helping you. But setting me up? Are you serious?"

"Please. You spend your life fighting monsters and researching all the time. Also always Looking after people."

"Sam, most people don't find what we had... have once, much less twice in a lifetime."

"What we have? You mean, a relationship where one person is... is lying, and sneaking around, and manipulating?*

" It's for your own good!"

"You just tried to manipulate my life! Or you mean a relationship where you have such a low opinion of me, that you truly believe that nobody else on the planet would ever fall for me."

"Obviously not. But that's the whole point!" You're gonna get swarmed, and it's gonna be impossible to find the right person!"

"I already found the right person! Or I thought I had." You

"Y/n/n's, I didn't... You know I didn't mean that. Hey, come here. are you okay?" He hugs you in the bed.

~~~~~~~~~ Sam and Dean sitting in the kitchen~~~~~~~

Sam: "What is she thinking? Does she think I'm completely clueless with women?"

"Dean?"

"No."

"Yeah? No.

" Wait, what?"

"you've just never seen me in action."

"Hm no, no and I never want to."

"What do I do?"

"Look, all you can do is be there for her, however you can. i mean, look, she's got to be scared out of her mind. And right now she needs to know that the worst thing happens.... That you are gonna be okay."

You and Myron go out bird watching. He speaks up : Are you ready to drop this mishigas with Sam?"

"You think I should?"

"Here's what I know: You don't have as much time as you think you do.*

" I don't?"

"No."

"What are you trying to say?" You ask heart racing.

"I'm not saying it, the Buddha did."

"I didn't realize you were Buddhist."

"I'm not, but it stuck with me. And it's true for you. It's true for every person on the planet."

[Myron] I need some snacks. Could you...

Oh. I can't believe you eat those things." You say handing him a bag of cheese curls.

"They're tasty."

"The chemo has clearly destroyed your taste buds."

"Try one".

"They're disgusting."

"Keep going. You get to tasty."

[crunches]. "The second bite is actually not as bad."

Myron: Good for you, too.

~~~~~ later at night~~~~

"Okay. Someone... who hikes." Sam says randomly.

"What?"

In the future, if I ever did this again, which I probably won't, but if I did, and if it makes you feel better to know, it would be with someone who hikes."

" We never hike."

'Because you hate it."

"That's not true."

"We took that one hike up Bear Mountain Six years ago, you complained the entire time."

"That's because hiking is boring. It's basically walking. And walking is something you do to get somewhere. Hiking from your car up a hill and then back to your car is totally pointless."

"Okay". he laughs.

"Duly noted." You say. "Hiking.

"Thank you."

"What else?"

" I like dancing." You scoff.

"I would like to try ballroom dancing classes. You know, like the fox-trot or the waltz, even though... "

"It's lame."

" I know you think it's lame."

''The fox-trot? Seriously?''

" Yeah!"

"How about something just moderately nerdy like swing."

"Is this person for you or for me?

"Okay.".

" Good. I get it. I'll update your profile.

"What profile?"

"This profile."

"God."

"You're welcome".

Next morning on a walk--

"So you've been pretending to be me?"

"you're sick you know that?"

"so?"

"okay so how do you like this profile picture?"

"you took a picture of me sleeping??"

"hey come on I've worked really hard on this. No? You don't okay fine. Want to take another one?"

"yeah let's take another one."

"Okay" he sits down on the bench and smiles. You press the button and bammm.

"what do you think of that?."

"oh it's good!"

"uh huh."

"do it in black and white."

Sam: "are you coming to bed?"

(glass shatters) "oh."

"y/n??" He walks in the room. "Y/n what is it?"

"It's broken."

" Oh, shit."

" It's broken."

"It's okay. We can just... We can get another one. It's fine."

'No, we can't! You gave it to me when we were kids.." you cry but he picks you up and takes you to bed. He holds you all night and lets you cry. He knows this can't be easy.

To be continued