#XD i tried to make slim look like he was laughing but he either just looks upset or upset

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Maybe some fluffy honeybbq?

slim isnt upset, i promise hes having fun!

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Can't help it I want to send you another one - Clark/Oliver for #8 Roommates (oh my god they were Roommates 😏) Also dealer's choice but I would not complain if Lois found her way in this too lol 👀

Haha send as many as you want! As long as you're willing to accept that I can be a very slow writer. XD Also, by found her way into this, you mean took over, right? Because that's definitely what happened.

Send me a ship and a number

clark/lois/oliver. ~2.5 k. Same age/college AU- they're all graduating soon and Clark's afraid of losing the two people he loves the most.

“Smallville, you are an angel.”

“You probably say that to anyone who gives you caffeine, so I won’t let the praise go to my head,” Clark said, dryly, moving to give Oliver his own cup of coffee, before settling down on the couch, with his own mug.

“Nah,” Oliver drawled from his spot on the armchair, his laptop on his thighs, as he shifted forward, to pick up the cup. “I think angel is a good description.”

Clark rolled his eyes, but he couldn’t deny that the words still resided deep in his heart.

“Besides, normal people don’t make coffee like this,” Lois pointed out.

“Considering how much you’ve had today, can you even tell the difference at this point?” Clark challenged, looking pointedly at the clock, which declared it almost 1 am. “Sleep is probably better for you than another cup.”

“Please, don’t insult me- I am an expert in all things coffee,” Lois proclaimed, from the other end of the couch, as she shifted her sock covered feet to rest in Clark’s lap. He was all too used to her antics at this point, and just let them linger. Besides, he couldn’t deny how much he liked her open affection. Both her’s and Oliver’s really. “Anyway, I’m almost done with this paper and then I can call it a night. Two more finals and we’re done for good.”

Oliver repeated the sentiment with obvious enthusiasm, neither noticing how much work it took for Clark’s face not to fall.

Two more finals … and they were done.

Clark should be excited. He was graduating from college, with a degree in journalism, ready to stop studying and start a career that he was passionate about.

But as he looked between Lois and Oliver, as they all resided in Clark and Oliver’s apartment (and Lois was there so often she was practically their third roommate), preparing for finals week, all he could feel was dread.

Dread, because the sooner they were done, the sooner he would lose them.

Two of the most important people in his life, the ones he was so used to seeing on a daily basis … who also happened to be the two people he was desperately, hopelessly in love with … they would just be gone.

Sure, Lois and he were both planning on journalism as a career, but the field was so competitive that the chances they landed in the same state, much less the same city or paper were slim. As far as Oliver went, he would move back to Star City, where he would take over as the CEO he was destined to be.

Clark would be lying if he said he hadn’t looked up jobs at the Star City Gazette, but just because they would be in the same city didn’t mean that they would see one another.

It wouldn’t be the same at all. And Clark, who had always struggled with change, found he wasn’t ready for this one.

These thoughts had been plaguing him, especially the past few weeks, no matter how hard he tried not to think about it. He could too easily picture how their lives would unfold post graduation. Maybe they would see each other now and then but growing apart was almost a certainty. Soon, communication would slow down, as they fell into their own lives and they would see each other at a reunion or maybe he would get invited to one or both of their weddings (perhaps to each other- he had felt the chemistry and was still truly surprised they never dated).

One day, he would just be ‘their old friend from college, Clark’, and the idea made him sick.

But it seemed that he wouldn’t have a choice. He didn’t know how to stop the changes he knew were coming.

Fingers snapped in front of his face, and brought him out of his gloomy thoughts.

“Smallville!” Lois said, and he looked over to meet her frowning face. “Are you listening?”

“No,” he admitted. “Sorry, I got caught up in my thoughts. What were you saying?”

“We were saying that we should have a big celebration, when we’re done,” Oliver answered, expression unreadable as his gaze was focused on Clark.

“Think we can get Clark over to a club?” Lois asked, with a cheeky smile.

Clark grimaced, causing them both to laugh.

“I’ll take that as a no,” Lois finished.

“I mean, I guess we could try-” Clark started, thinking back to Lois’s 21st birthday the previous year. That place hadn’t been that bad.

“Nah,” Lois said, waving her hand. “I was joking. We’ll find something for the three of us. One thing is for certain- this summer, we are doing that road trip!”

“Can’t I just fly us to wherever you want to go?” Oliver asked, wrinkling his nose, and setting his laptop down on the coffee table.

“Silence, rich boy, this is about the journey, not the destination,” Lois declared, causing Clark to let out a small chuckle.

“The journey to see the World’s Biggest Coffee Cup?” Oliver said skeptically, but Clark could see the twinkle in his eye and knew he was just messing around.

Lois knew it too, from her expression. “That’s part of it!”

“I’m putting my foot down at renting an RV,” Oliver warned. “And I don’t care what you say - I am paying for a hotel. We are not sleeping at the nearest, cheapest roadside dump you find.”

“You are going to have to get over what happened in Austin eventually,” Lois complained.

“I saw things that I will never forget,” Oliver said darkly.

“Spoiled.”

“Guilty.”

“Now, now, children, play nice,” Clark teased, head moving back to rest against the couch.

“This is not the time to be the rational one, Clark,” Oliver insisted. “You know I’m right. You don’t want to be sharing a room with the cockroaches any more than I do.”

“They aren’t very considerate roommates and they refuse to even chip in for the bill,” Clark acknowledged, causing Lois to pout. “But that doesn’t mean you can book us all the Ritz, Oliver. We’ll find something reasonable.”

“Fine, fine, have it your way,” Oliver said fondly.

“It could be fun though,” Clark said, smiling wistfully. “One last trip.”

“Yeah, and then we’re off to work,” Lois agreed. “I’ve been looking up jobs- both the Star City Gazette and the Sentinel have multiple openings, and I talked to someone in HR there, and they are expected to have at least two more in the upcoming months. What do you think, Clark?”

“Me?” Clark asked, eyebrows furrowing, confused. “Of what?”

“Of Star City,” Lois replied. “Unless you want to be back in Metropolis, so you can be closer to home. The Daily Planet doesn’t seem to have any openings right now though, and well, Ollie is obligated to be in Star City for the time being, but who knows in the future, right?”

Oliver nodded. “Yeah, I am going to be traveling a lot anyway and for the first few years I have to be in Star City, but Metropolis could eventually be an option. Besides, if you both end up in Star City, you can just stay with me.”

Clark tried to keep up with the conversation, but it felt like he was lagging behind and wasn’t sure how to make headway.

Lois swung her feet off his lap and he missed the touch immediately. She let out a long yawn, rubbing her eyes. “Oh, it is way too late to be talking about this, but we do need to start planning our future soon.”

“Our future,” Clark echoed, dazed. “As in the three of us.”

“Obviously,” Lois said, standing up and stretching. “What, did you think we’re just going to go our separate ways after graduation?”

“Yes.”

The answer was out before he could think about it, and Lois stopped in her movements, turning to him, eyes wide and mouth turned downward. As he looked over at Oliver, he saw his friend looked surprised and hurt.

“Do you … want to go our separate ways after graduation?” Oliver asked, tone uncharacteristically cautious, and expression blank once more. Clark found he really hated that look, the one where he couldn’t immediately understand what Oliver was thinking and feeling.

“I thought that was what you guys would want,” Clark explained hurriedly.

“But all we’ve done is talk about ‘we’ and ‘us’ in the past when we were talking about our next move,” Lois pointed out, sitting down again, this time right next to him.

Sure, but he didn’t think they meant it. Didn’t think they had included him in their plans. Why would they? Clark wasn’t the one who was considered; he was the one people tended to leave behind.

“We’re not leaving you behind, Clark,” Oliver said tightly, and that was when he realized he had said that out loud. His face turned red, cheeks feeling hot, and he dropped his face, eyes focused on his feet, which shuffled awkwardly against the wooden floors, brushing against the rug under the coffee table.

His throat was tight, and he couldn’t form the words if he wanted to.

“Clark.” There was Lois, her arm on his shoulder, and he leaned into her touch. “How could we ever leave you behind? Did you really believe we don’t care about you at all?”

“I guess I didn’t think about it,” Clark muttered, finding his voice.

Lois lightly punched him in the shoulder. “You made two big mistakes, Smallville: you fed us and took us home with you to meet your parents. You’re stuck with us now. Deal with it.”

“Really?” He couldn’t stand how insecure he sounded, but couldn’t help it.

Oliver got up and sat down on the arm of the sofa, leaning against Clark for stability.

“Obviously,” Oliver said firmly. “And while we’re on the topic, we’re not talking platonic bonds here either, just so we’re clear. I’m crazy about you. Lois is too. Getting rid of us now is basically impossible. You’re going to have to change your name and go into hiding or something.”

“You never said anything,” Clark murmured.

“Well, there was no right time to ask, ‘hey, Clark, what are your thoughts on a polyamorous relationship’?” Lois said, one side of her mouth lifting up. “We have a good idea that you felt the same, but we didn’t want to risk losing you. Figured it could come up on the road trip.”

“And you both have talked about this?” Clark asked, looking between them, wondering how much they had decided.

“Only once,” Oliver assured him. “Just to confirm that we were on the same page. You’re harder to read than you think.”

“So, are we?” Lois asked hopefully. “On the same page?”

How could he say anything but yes? The idea that he could get everything he wanted, everything he thought he never could have was still a little mind boggling, but he wasn’t dumb enough to miss the gift that was basically being handed to him.

“Yeah, I mean, I care about … both of you,” he admitted. “I just didn’t think you felt the same.”

“Oh, there are some strong feelings there,” Lois promised. “And if neither of you mind, I would really like to kiss Clark. Do you know how distracting that mouth has been? It’s not even fair.”

Oliver let out a loud laugh and Clark could only watch Lois as she came closer, and he didn’t stop her as she kissed him, and he returned the kiss with equal passion, and when they parted a few moments later, he was grinning, the taste of Lois’s mouth one he never wanted to do without again.

“How was it?” Oliver asked, leaning forward.

Lois licked her lips. “Amazing. You should try it.”

Clark turned his head toward Oliver and Oliver watched him, hand lifting up to caress Clark’s cheek.

“Can I?” he asked quietly, warm brown eyes searching Clark’s own.

Clark stared at his friend and roommate, thinking of how far they had come over the years, and all the not quite friendly fantasies he had been having about him almost as long, and how he wanted more than anything for Oliver to kiss him. Had wanted that, and more for ages.

So he didn’t reply, instead surging forward to meet Oliver halfway and as their lips connected, Clark felt at home. He could hear Lois whistle and he smiled into the kiss. Oliver was just as good a kisser as Lois, and Clark wrapped a hand around Ollie’s neck, tugging him closer and Oliver fell right onto Clark’s lap, the two of them resting their foreheads against each other even when they separated.

“Now that is a show I wouldn’t mind seeing more of,” Lois chipped in.

Catching his breath, he looked at Oliver and Lois. “Aren’t you two going to kiss?” he realized.

“Why? Do you want to watch, Smallville?” Lois asked, but her eyes were on Oliver. “Secret exhibition kink? Here I thought you were a boy scout.”

“Not so much,” Clark retorted. “And something tells me you don’t mind putting on your own show.”

“Plus, his hand is currently on my ass, so I’m guessing not a boyscout,” Oliver remarked.

“Problem?” Clark countered, letting his hand stay where it was, and Oliver shook his head.

“Not a single one.”

“And who can blame him,” Lois offered. “So, what do you say, Ollie?”

Clark held his breath as Lois and Oliver leaned in and shared a long, deep kiss. He had never been a big fan of PDA, uncomfortable with public displays, but this? This was definitely the exception. To say he wouldn’t mind seeing more was an understatement.

“Huh, why did we wait so long to do this?” Lois wondered afterwards.

“Clearly, we’re idiots,” Oliver responded instantly.

“Have you two really never kissed before?” Clark asked, not feeling resentful or jealous, just genuinely curious and surprised; it was amazing what requited feelings could do. “But I thought you said you talked …”

“Only talked,” Oliver interrupted. “We were waiting for you.”

“Oh.”

“Finally get it now?” Lois asked, but she sounded kind. “We’re not letting you go.”

“Yeah, I get it.”

His heart filled with a mix of love and joy, gaze darting between the two of them, and he couldn’t imagine being happier. Lois rested her head on Clark’s shoulder, her hand coming up to entwine with Ollie’s, who seemed quite content sitting on Clark.

He loved them; somehow, they both loved him along with each other.

And he definitely got it.

Clark was suddenly very much looking forward to the future.

[janiedean]

Jaime: The Hermit, J/B: The Star

aaand here you go! 

hermit: loneliness, withdrawal, thoughtfulness, lantern

[post-jaime’s last AFFC chapter, sorry the jb sneaked in at the end xD]

It takes burning the letter to realize it fully.

The moment he says it, put it in the fire, and Peck does, he watches Cersei’s words turn to ash in between the flames and it hits him so fast and hard that for a moment he feels like flinching - he doesn’t need her anymore.

He kind of had known since he left.

But that burning need for her touch that had kept him alive in Riverrun’s dungeons and that he thought drove him to come back to King’s Landing, except it really, really didn’t, is gone. If he thinks about her, his stomach doesn’t clench, his heart doesn’t speed up, his bile doesn’t feel like coming up in his throat the way it has for the previous weeks, when he spewed it at Ser Ilyn, not that he could tell anyone. It’s as if he burned it along with that parchment, and why wouldn’t he have? 

She only sent it when she needed him to risk his life for her, and suddenly he can see the pattern, so clear - did she ever find him or want him when she didn’t need something that he could give her, and was she ever the same to him when he needed her?

The answer is no - when he needed her, the answer wasn’t automatically a yes if she thought it would be too dangerous, but if she needed him he would have just dropped everything and risk his neck because he couldn’t even think about it clearly, and now his stomach clenches. He feels half-sick, but he can’t exactly tell his damn squire, and so he goes back to the balcony, breathes in the cold winter hair as snow falls over the ground.

It’s - better. He feels like a part of him has been torn away, but it’s still better.

Except that she’s not here, Tyrion’s not here and good thing that except that he doesn’t want to know what would happen if they met again - he hopes Tyrion has it in himself to forgive him, he always was kinder than he let anyone else know, but given what it was about, he wouldn’t begrudge Tyrion if he didn’t -, and the ghost of his right hand aches, and he thinks of how his squire and Pia seem to sound happy as they share his bed night after night because he keeps on giving it to them, and for the first time in his life he also realizes how miserably lonely he feels -

But hadn’t he felt the same when it was just him guarding Aerys, or waiting for Cersei all the time, or -

Shit. Shit, he did.

Great, he thinks. Look at me, nearing five and thirty, and realizing that I’ve spent most of my life being more alone than I ever thought I was and that I threw most of it away.

And yet -

And yet he could try to do better now, couldn’t he? He’ll go back to King’s Landing, he supposes, and he’ll see to do right by his king - his son, whatever he will be to him, even if he’s not so sure he should ever know the truth, and maybe now that he knows he won’t do the same mistakes again, and if one day he hears of Sansa Stark being back in Winterfell he’ll feel like he has done something right with that sword.

For now, he just watches the snow fall. It’s a very pretty sight. And it’s better than thinking about all of that all over again.

(If a part of him wonders if he would feel less alone now had he gone with Brienne like he knows now he might have wanted to, he tries not to listen to it too much.)

star: puddle, reflection, hope, serenity, lack of faith

[post-book canon wishful fluff]

“You know,” he says, barely audible, “I used to think she was my reflection.”

Brienne, who had been on the brink of falling asleep, opens her eyes as she feels Jaime turning in her arms, his back not pressing against her chest anymore as he moves so that they’re face to face again.

Sometimes he does wake her up in the night saying things that might sound random, but - in the light of day, they’re usually not nonsensical at all. She knows it’s because he usually falls asleep after her and he thinks a lot in that span of time, but the fact that he usually dumps those feelings on her when she’s barely even awake means it takes her a while to catch up with him.

“Wait,” she says, “you mean -”

“I mean my sister,” he says, moving closer, his left hand grasping at her waist, “but I mean, it’s not - I realized she wasn’t a long time ago.”

“All right,” Brienne yawns, trying to get back to a more awake state so she can see where he’s going without Jaime worrying she’s not taking the discussion seriously, “so why did you have to wake me up if it’s nothing new?”

He half-smiles, green eyes glinting in the moonlight -

“Because I realizes that I do have one. But it never was her, it’s you.”

At that, Brienne thinks she wakes up for good. “What - Jaime, it’s the middle of the night and I think you need to sleep -”

“Oh, absolutely not. I mean, I don’t know how I didn’t get it until now, but -”

“Jaime, I hardly doubt we look alike, for -”

He grins, stopping her mid-sentence. “You’re being too superficial, wench. Too bad because you usually aren’t, but come on. First of all, you’re only slightly taller than me while I was plenty taller than her.”

“That’s not -”

“Also, she was a lot more slim than I was, while fine, your shoulders are larger, but still, way closer to mine than hers.”

“Jaime -”

“There’s also,” he says, his hand moving down and palming her stomach, where his fingers run over her muscles, “the part where we are both knights, which meant you have the exact same training as I did,” he goes on, entirely too excited for what this conversation warrants if you ask her, but then he grabs her hand so she can feel his stomach and fine, he might have a point because they both have muscles borne out swordfighting, but that doesn’t mean -

“Never mind that our hands feel exactly the same or that we have swords that once were the same one, never mind that we actually did both want to be at least decent knights, were misjudged for killing or not killing a king, had to take out a person we swore ourselves to after they went mad, and oh, wait, we could also mention that we have not so matching battle scars and my sister never had any of those, but all in all, I think that I’m not making a bad point here, do I?”

Fine. He doesn’t, and she has to admit it, and he looks very, very smug at it, but -

“It’s not that it’s untrue,” she sighs, “but you do know we still don’t look alike?”

“I don’t know,” he muses, “I’d like to remind you that people didn’t think me very beautiful outside my looks for most of my life. And never mind how you look to others, I have never known someone as beautiful as you. I should say where it matters, but I think you quite know I would look at you for the rest of my life without it being a hardship at any point?”

She has to laugh a bit at that, shaking her head and moving closer. “So what,” she says, “now my face is a reflection of your soul and yours is a reflection of mine?”

“See, you’re getting the point.”

“Hm,” she doesn’t disagree, “that sounds sensed, but -” her voice lowers, moving closer to him as she drags the covers upwards. It’s winter and it’s cold, after all. “But, if my looks aren’t so hideous to you… well. You do know that your soul wouldn’t be so hideous to me, either? And not to many others, now that you stopped pretending you don’t care.”

At that, the smirk suddenly falls from his face, and he gives her a look, the kind he gives her all the time when she tells him something he hadn’t expected which most of the time coincidentally is related to how he’s far from the worst person she knows, all the contrary, and sometimes it makes her almost look away because it’s too intense and she doesn’t know what to make of it, but this time it feels like she has to hold his stare or she won’t make her point, and she thinks she wants to. She’s thought that for years by now, and if he doesn’t still grasp it, well, she should tell him.

“Shit,” he says, “you mean that.”

“Sure I mean it. I don’t almost let myself get hanged for people who don’t deserve it,” she says, that kind of humor still not sounding quite right when it always does when coming from him, but she’s seeing the merits of trying to laugh about - about that because somehow it makes it feel less horrific than it actually was, and then he’s half-laughing and shaking his head, a few stray tears falling from his eyes, but he wipes them off before she can do it and then moves his arm around her waist again -

“One tries to tell you something nice and you have to go and steal his thunder, don’t you,” he says, but he doesn’t sound too angry about it.

“You were the one who woke me up in the middle of the night to inform me of that.” She rolls her eyes even if he can’t see her.

“Fair, wench, fair. But anyway, I still was right. You are my reflection, at the end of it.”

“I could think of worst,” she agrees, her hand going to his hair as he goes still against her, and maybe he’ll go back to sleep now -

“Wench, you do know that if we agree on what you said, you just called yourself beautiful?”

That - that is actually true, and oh, she hadn’t even thought of the implications, but she can feel him smirking against her shoulder, of course he is -

“You’re impossible,” she sighs, “go back to sleep and save your pearls of wisdom for tomorrow, won’t you?”

“But you know I’m right,” he says before closing his eyes, and -

Fine. Maybe he is.

Maybe he is.

She’s not going to give him the satisfaction of agreeing at once, though, so she says nothing and thinks of how good it feels to share a bed with him all over again, how he’s warm and soft against her, his heart beating right next to her skin, and she knows she wouldn’t trade his night time epiphanies for anything else.

[all-or-nothing-baby]

Sticks and Stones Will Break Our Bones But Names Will Break Our Spirits

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Word Count: [957]

Fandom: Supernatural

Pairing: None

Characters: Sam & Dean Winchester

Tags: S7 ep3 'The Girl Next Door' Coda, Frustrated!Dean, Hurt!Dean, Sad!Dean, Comforting!Sam, Adoring!Sam, Sam Takes Care of Dean (in a mothering kinda way) Sam Winchester Loves his Brother, Dean Winchester Loves His Sammy, Codependency Like No Other, Dean Loves Sam Like He wants To Make The Sun Rise Just For Him; And Sam Loves Dean Like He He Wants To Break The Sun So Dean Doesn't Have To Anymore, hurt/comfort, Brotherly Love.

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"I'm fucking useless," Dean insisted. He picked at a hole sprouting foamy-innards on the arm of the ancient sofa inside of Rufus' log cabin. His other hand, balled into a fist, punched the plaster cast that covered his leg.

Sam sighed, drawn-out and heavy. This was going to be a long couple of weeks.

"No, Dean. You're not useless. Just a little more… harmless than usual." Sam tried really hard not to smile.

Dean dug down the side of the sofa, almost instantly pulling out his gun and shaking the uncocked piece around like a single maraca.

"I said useless, Sammy, not defenseless."

Sam tried even harder not to roll his eyes.

"Why you bitching 'bout feeling useless then, man?" Sam asked lightly, as he moved around the room in small circles, laying things like the TV remote and bags of Flamin' Hot Cheetos within easy reach for his laid-up big brother.

"Because… because." Dean cut himself off prematurely.

Sam was unsure where this was headed, but wanted to prod almost as much as he didn't.

"Because…?" he prompted.

Dean opened his mouth a few times like a fish out of water. Looked at Sam. Looked away. Opened a bag of his favourite chips.

"Because, smart-guy," Dean's signature sarcasm finally brimmed over, "I ain't got as many... talents as some." Dean chanced the briefest of glances in Sam's direction.

"Aw, you think I'm talented?" Sam smirked, and Dean's honesty-moment almost passed.

"Okay, you know what?--"

"Dean, I'm kidding," Sam apologised without apologising, his eyes now fully open in question. "Go on."

The muscles in Dean's jaw ticked a couple of times before he sheepishly continued.

"Laid up, like this?" Dean began. Cleared his throat. "I can't fight, Sam. Can't drive. Can't cook," he blurted, "and I can't look after my irritating and freakishly tall little brother like I'm 'sposed to, neither," Dean managed to get out in one breath, embarrassed and frustrated and ashamed.

Sam's smirk dropped from his face like they were aboard some kind of spacecraft and the artificial gravity had just been switched to 'on'.

He strode across the open plan room in three huge strides and bent down on his haunches in front of Dean, clasping a huge hand onto his brother's shoulder.

The only things eating the bag of chips now were Dean's downward-looking, abashed eyes.

"Dean?" Sam asked without asking. "Will you look at me a minute?" his voice soft and deep and low.

Dean chewed on his lip, undecided. Until his curiosity decided for him.

Dean looked up at the boy who was no longer a boy and hadn't been a boy for such a very longtime. Yet, to Dean, this Gigantor of a man--his little brother, Sammy--would always be the one thing he had to get right, even if he'd done wrong by him so many times over.

Dean's eyes couldn't stay trained. They flicked from Sam to door, to table, to Sam, to the floor and back to Sam in mere seconds.

"You've been looking after me your whole damn life, Dean. You've taught me and shown me and loved me," Sam said, so easily earnest, years of feelings flowering out in one sentence. "Now just let me repay some of that unfaltering fucking kindness, would'ya?" Sam didn't swear as often as Dean so when he did, Dean tended to take notice.

Dean's dimples twitched into submission. But his eyes sang a song of utter need.

Sam's heart suddenly clenched in his chest.

This man in front of him, made from pure and solid loyalty; this protector, Sam's protector--Sam's number One Goddamn Hero--was somehow now the little boy he'd known only in photos, the ones where Sam was just a babe in arms.

Dean was embarrassed, yes, and more than likely frustrated and ashamed. But he was also vulnerable, unsure and lost--and Sam had never felt so in awe of anyone.

Sam lunged on the toes of his boots till his body was flush with Dean's, squashing Dean further into the ratty old couch, Dean's arms flailing in sudden confusion. One of Sam's flannelled arms grabbed his brother by his shoulder and crushed Dean--now powerless--into his firm embrace; the other arm came around the back of Dean's head, Sam's chin now tucking itself over it in an involuntary yet definite protective grip of unadulterated affection.

Dean whole body was tense, in shock with this confusing display of rare affection being suddenly and so fiercely shared between them.

Sam didn't let up though and slowly, slowly... Dean let himself melt into Sam. Dean's strong, freckled arms wrapped around his brother, one enveloping the broadest of shoulders, the other around a slim, Kale-fed waist. And they just… stayed like that.

Breathing. Being. Just boys again, if only for the briefest of moments.

It was a moment they both sorely needed.

Sam and Dean Winchester had always just needed for each other to simply be okay--and to let each other know when they weren't, and that that was really okay too.

Dean finally let up, but didn't pull away straight away. He pulled back just enough to hold Sam's face. He then put his full lips to Sam's exposed forehead in a brief but loaded kiss.

"Love ya, bitch," he mumbled, and gently pushed Sam backwards.

Sam rolled his eyes back as he went, fervently this time.

"Love you too, jerk," he smiled, and gave his brother a look of pure adoration.

"It's cuz I'm freakin' adorable, Sammy," Dean annoyingly insisted, somehow startlingly accurate, then added, "and incredibly handsome, obviously," in obnoxious, Dean-like conclusion.

Sam huffed a small laugh.

"Yeah, humble too," he grinned, borrowing some of his brother's sarcasm.

Dean couldn't disagree with that.

"And most definitely not fucking useless."

And--if he tried hard enough to see himself like his beautiful, kind and wise little brother did--maybe, just maybe, Dean couldn't quite disagree with that either, even if it were only for the briefest of moments.

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Wow, I just boshed this out in one sitting (it's unedited so soz) and I think I'm maybe really, really in need of a hug! And imagining a Sam Winchester hug always helps to get me thorough life's shit and slag.

When I read it back to myself, it made me think of the quote below (from who-knows how long ago) and I just spent an age trying to find it before I could post... xD

I have no idea where this ^ originally came from, but, to me, it is the absolute epitome of the Winchester brothers realtionship...

#sam and dean forever

[I'll tag later, I need a frickin nap.]

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A, B, C, D, E, G, I, J, L, N, О, P, S, T, U, V, W, X, Z for Haizaki and Hiroto towards Hiura! XD

I actually had lots of fun with these. Thank you so much ~♡

A: Attitude - How they act towards the first date?

- They are already comfortable towards their teammate and they will not feel nervous nor pressured, they will just try to refrain from burping contests and brutal swears in front of Kirina. They will compete who will buy him more things and who is the best boyfriend. Of course they will have fun, but Kirina has to be divided to two halfs in order to cope with their childish behaviour. Haizaki will constantly hold Hiura's hand and Hiroto will pat him on the head. In the end, they will kiss him on the cheeks.

B: Benefits - Any perks of him/her dating you?

- Its like with Fudou, it never gets boring. They play ping pong with their shoes and throw paint at themselves when in public. He will always feel so small and protected when he is with them, because they are his bodyguards and look intimidating enough to scare people. They will always prepare him some surprises and introduce him to their imaginary world, where fun is infinite. They will sometimes try different alcoholic drinks and act like they are in heaven, its fun tho.

C: Cuddles - are they a good hugger? Or do they like hugs?

- Haizaki is not a really good hugger, while Hiroto is slightly better. Haizaki will always tense his muscles while Hiroto will bury his head in his shirt and suffocate him. The three of them will always take a giant toy and cuddle with him, while glaring at each other and communicate with their minds. 'He loves me more' 'No u shitbucket'. And so on. When they wake up Kirina, he will take a pillow and start his revenge.

D: Defending - will they defend you when you are in trouble?

- They hiss at every person that lays eyes on  him. They are kinda overprotective and always pull him closer to them when they see a guy trying to hit on him. They let him go out with the team, because they trust him. They will always bring pocket knives in themselves. Hiroto will bite and Haizaki will scratch, both leaving scars. Kirina will take videos.

E: Envy - Are they envious about something?

- They envy his innocent look, his eyes, his face, his body and the way he breathes. He just beams such cuteness and innocence that makes them fall down on the ground and pray for him to bless them with his innocence. Nobody was courageous enough to come and talk to them, so they rarely were able to find new friends, while Kirina is the opposite and they envy that a lot.

G: Giggle - Can you make them laugh easily?

- Kirina was never a good comedian, no matter how hard he tries. He will not even try to make them laugh, because their humor is dark and weird for him to understand. They will sure giggle and laugh when he falls into endless speculations about the smallest things, like that time he said that languages are just some random sounds coming out from their mouths.

I: Intimacy - Will they rush with sex?

- Welp, Haizaki and Hiroto are a bit perverted, and of course they will touch him and shiz, but they will never force him to do whatever. Haizaki at least is somehow patient and will go with masturbation, but Hiroto is more intense and will often hold Kirina closer to him, only making him blush and cover his face. He tried to have sex with Kirina once by his wish, but when he was about to completely undress him, he felt some sort of sadness in him and stopped. He knew he accepted only to please his needs and Hiroto just stopped. The three of them promised not to be intimate until Kirina is ready. Well, Hiroto and Haizaki may have tried it....

J: Jokes - Can they make you laugh hard?

- They can, but only when Kirina is in a good mood. Somehow they cannot make him feel anything when he is at a certain state. They can make him laugh when they start to banter. They swear in different languages, spit water on themselves and throw stuff, leaving him giggling behind and capturing everything. Sometimes, they will send him derp pictures of each other and laugh it all off, in the end three of them end up bantering and throw stuff at each other.

L: Lullaby - Will they sing to you before sleep?

- PFTTTT, NO. They will most likely search for some kind of parodies of famous children songs and will shout them out loud, others hearing them and hearing their laughs after. Sometimes Haizaki and Hiroto will spend their time talking about random things, while Kirina is asleep and slightly snoring.

N: Nag - Will they nag with you for fun? Or do they like it?

- They adore to nag with him. They will poke and squish his cheeks, tickle him until he passes out laughing, joking about their past and disturbing each other when they have some work to do. They will throw some pranks at each other and pretend they kidnap one of them only to expose who ate their leftovers. Especially Hiroto and Haizaki will jump onto each other with full might in the morning, nor afraid that they might hurt each other.

О: On/Off - Do they get turned on (aroused) by you easily?

- When they see Kirina in a formal clothing or dressing in front of him, they just drool. Kirina's slim body and cute facial features somehow wake up the zoo in their whole body and refrain from leaping onto him in front of the people that are watching them. When he out of nowhere sits in their laps they will never miss the chance to pull him closer. There are times that their.... willies rub... but this is another topic that should not be discussed here.

P: Pain - How do they deal with the pain after argument?

- They rarely argue because most of the time they shout at each other and laugh about it. But when something serious happens and they get involved in a really bad scandal, they just try to avoid eye contact. They will only see each other's backs and just be quiet the whole day, until one of them gets pissed off and just begins to talk about it, hiding its face.

S: Scent - What is their scent? Do they like yours?

- Kirina's scent is soft and almost nobody can smell his perfumes. He smells like fresh laundry and this bewitches and attracts the boys to lay on him and sniff the fresh clothing all day long. Haizaki uses only a bit of his perfume and he smells more of cigarettes, since Hiroto at times lights up a cigar and Haizaki has to bear with the smoke. Hiroto tries to stop, but his anxiety sometimes hits in and he smokes. He somehow tries to maintain his perfume's smell, since he applies a lot on. Haizaki hates to smell so strong, so he doesn't care.

T: Tenderness - Do they get offended easily? Are they way too frail or vulnerable towards your words?

- Actually... Kirina is the most vulnerable towards their words. It happens to spill a really bad word that actually can upset Kirina and he will lock himself in the room, falling asleep and usually tearing up. Haizaki and Hiroto are used to all kinds of nicknames and they will always laugh it off when someone insults them or does something like that.

U: Utopia - Are they the perfect soulmate? Is life with them flawless?

- Um............. a huge don't know on that. They are always noisy as hell, always banter about random things, mess up the room, but Kirina always says that he will never replace them for whatever. He enjoys their company and he couldn't imagine his life without these two. He is a bit over dramatic, but they love him and cherish him. Sometimes they just reach the limit and Kirina regrets his choices.

V: Voice - How do they speak to you?

- Kirina expressly said that he dislikes people to talk formally to him, so he said to them to talk to him like they talk to each other. They speak with higher tone, sometimes they insult each other and briefly said... they act like themselves. Haizaki prefers to speak to him in a low voice, while Hiroto is loud and prefers to scream and exaggerate, leaving both of them in utter despair and regret.

W: Weakness - Do they have any weaknesses towards you?

- They are weak when Kirina switches on his hoe side. Yes, he has one... very intense one... when he turns it on he becomes super seductive and will tease them until they lost control and he will leave them hanging, just to annoy them. They just can't resist the seductive eyes and smirk he has. But he only turns it on when they are alone and they challenge him.

X: (Ex)citement - Do they get excited for the smallest things with you?

- They show almost no emotion when small things happen, but try their best to make their loved one feel special. The bigger achievements are celebrated with private parties and lots of music and fun. When they are emotionless towards an achievement, they either try to convince themselves that even the smallest things are amazing and have to be celebrated no matter what. Its just them, especially Haizaki.

Z: Zzz - Are they a heavy sleeper? How do they sleep? Do they like to wake you up?

- Only Kirina is a light sleeper. Haizaki and Hiroto sleep deep and both snore loud, but Kirina gradually got used to it and has no problems with that now. Haizaki sleeps calmly, almost not moving, while Hiroto rages in the bed and moves a lot. He will always wake up with one of his hands asleep and cold, not able to control them. They never dare to wake Kirina up, since he is a really light sleeper and really hates to wake up. They only push him when its something important, otherwise he will scratch them.

Thanks for these asks! Feel free to ask me again. Stay healthy! ❤

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firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 can we do a thing where jack is a dumb jock jock jack.... joack........ like he's on the college football team and he keeps trying to impress gabe w his letter jacket and shit and gabe is like ",,,, k"

gabe doesn't realize it's flirting he thinks jack is just trying to show off

gabe, as per usual, is a theater major (though he tends to work more on set design/costumes/directing than actually acting). he and jack meet in some required class, like a math class or something, because they happen to sit next to each other

jack is struggling. he is Not good at this subject. they get tests back and jack's grade is bad. he accidentally sees the score on gabe's paper and it's like 99%.

holy shit the hot guy sitting next to him is smart

he kinda flashes his own test score at gabe with a weak smile and is like "hey, ha, guess i should've spent less time playing football and more time studying."

gabe just kinda glances at him and goes back to his own thing with a dismissive "mm."

jack's expression wilts a little bit but he brightens up and asks, "so uh, any tips? how'd you get to be so good at this?"

"by not talking during class," gabe says shortly.

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 Jack is only deterred for a moment. He asks if he can hire Gabe as a tutor. Gabe reminds him that there's a tutoring center on campus Jack could use, and eyes him suspiciously. He could definitely use a bit of spare cash, but he doesn't know why this guy is offering in the first place. Jack upps the offer: cash, plus dinner every night Gabe can tutor him. Deal.

Elated by this success, Jack doesn't think at first about how quick he's going to blow through his spare cash doing this. He actually ends up getting apart time job in order to pay Gabe's tutoring fees, which isn't a problem...right up until Gabe starts to warm up to him and wants to hang out, but Jack has to work. =(

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 awww jaaaack you idiot jack keeps hitting on gabe when they meet up for tutoring sessions but jack does it so poorly gabe just thinks jack is show-offy. which is weird bc he is also very self deprecating. like bragging about being all buff from football practice but also constantly making jokes out of all the millions of mistakes he makes while playing and he is. very bad at math. VERY bad. gabriel doesn't know where to start with this kid.

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 but, startlingly, Jack actually does try, which is why Gabe doesn't quit after the first session. Yeah it's frustrating, but it's not like Jack is ignoring him and goofing off. maybe he's got dyscalcula or something

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 awwww jackie and amazingly jack still fails his next test but only by a slim margin. improvement!! he flashes gabe the paper and gives him a lil grin and gabe is like SIGH still a long way to go but........ good job.

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 Jack feeling like garbage after that, though, and apologizing for having wasted Gabe's time. He's smiling as he says it, like, 'haha guess i'm just an idiot' but Gabe gets the vibe that he's really bothered over it.

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 OJSNDKJND SADNESS

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 Maybe that's when Gabe is like: 'hey, let me treat tonight' and Jack perks up all at once, then remembers that he has to work.

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 qoq gabe says quickly "after work then. i have a car, i can... pick you up." jack is like really?? but it'll be so late.... but gabe doesn't let him refuse the offer

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 awww. they end up at denny's XD

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 LOL gabe is still bein all reserved but he does his best to reassure jack that he did a good job and it can only get better from here, it's a good sign and all that jack is all "awwww gaaabe it almost sounds like you care about me<3" to deflect from his own feelings of self-worth |D

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 lol poor guy what if they run into some of Jack's teammates there, and they kinda tease him about finally hooking up with Gabe, and Jack has a mini heart attack as he tries to protest no, this isn't...! it's not like that! and he ends up looking like a blond strawberry, and unable to meet Gabe's eyes. ((unless you were wanting to wait longer on the reveal?))

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 AWW maybe he protests a little too convincingly instead of crumbling he like puffs up and laughs and is like "LOL as if"

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 JACK NO

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 gabe is like "haha yeah. as if."

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 * claws at face *  i d i o t s

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 d(owo) jack keeps trying to pester gabe into coming to see one of his football games by promising to go to gabe's next show

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 is Gabe invested enough to be a bit insulted over Jack's lol as if? does he get grumpy and keep refusing to go and tells Jack that he isn't even in the play, so there's no reason for him to bother? and Jack shows up anyway and looks for him afterward?

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 yeppppp oh goddd what if it's like shakespeare or something else classic and jack pesters gabe to the point of annoyance where he snaps at him about why would jack even WANNA see it, it's not like he'd understand it or something like that

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 OUCH

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 regrets it immediately of course but it's too late, jack's all closed off with his awkward laugh and a carefully blank expression gabe tries to apologize but jack just kinda shakes his head with that smile of his and says "don't worry about it, it's true."

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 bonus points if it's decidedly Not True lol jack playing hamlet in high school

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 he tests horribly and has a hard time with writing so his grades are shit and people think he's either dumb or doesn't try and neither of those things are true omg that's hilarious the problem is jack agrees w those assessments and so he just leans into it instead of fighting it

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 starts to think that since even Gabe sees him that way, then he's definitely not good enough for Gabe, so he just kinda gives up. quits the job, cancels the tutoring sessions, stops answering his phone, starts skipping class, even. Gabe checks for him at work after the second time he skips, and finds out he quit. He and Jack only ever studied at the library, so he doesn't know where Jack lives, and Jack isn't answering his phone. Confronts him after class next time when Jack's there, and asks him what's going on. When he mentions that he tried to find Jack at work, Jack just waves it off and admits he only got the job to pay Gabe, and since he's a lost cause he figured why bother? He neglects to mention that he's been trying to study on his own with his schedule freed up again.

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 QoQ gabriel's heart hurts he starts with, "look, if this is because of what i said, i didn't-" jack cuts him off. "no. it's okay. it wasn't. you just reminded me." gabriel wishes jack would quit smiling like that and get angry at him

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 O U C H orz fuck you for that one

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 :3c gabriel blurts out "please come to the play on friday. i think you'd- i think you'd like it." he doesn't know what else to do

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 Jack's having a harder time keeping his smile in place, but he manages, and mumbles that it isn't really his thing, then tries for an escape oh shit. what if, trying for anything to make him reconsider or even just wait a moment, Gabe offers to explain it to him beforehand so that Jack isn't lost, and Jack just whips around to look at him and there's this expression on his face that Gabe's never seen before, and Jack just flings a few of Hamlet's lines at him--he'd been thinking back to that ever since Gabe said he wouldn't understand--but he can't remember the whole of it--it's been years since the play after all--and not being able to finish the part he started only makes him feel like he proved Gabe's point instead of demonstrating that he's actually at least a little smarter than everyone says.

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 sggcjhbjhbgdsCGJBJHD GABE STOP FUCKING UP

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 Gabe is like 'wait. WAIT. we need to talk about that. what was that?' but Jack is flustered and freshly humiliated and shrugs him off and practically runs away.

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 dfgxfghcvbhc jack just wants to be good at something qoq

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 that's part of the reason he's so proud of football--it's the one thing he's good at, so of course he's gonna try to draw attention to that rather than his failings

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 qoq

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 What if Gabe shows up to the next game and finds Jack afterward, and Jack actually brightens up to see him for the first time in a couple weeks, and Gabe's just: 'I sold you short before. Give me another chance?'

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 QoQ gabriel totally knows what he's feeling by now he might not know how MUCH he likes jack... but he knows it jack laughs but it isn't that false thing he's always falling back on, it's bubbly and a little awkward. "i really need to pass this next math exam so yeah" gabe is a little distracted by how jack's all sweaty and bright from adrenaline maybe a little more than distracted

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 realizes suddenly and a bit embarrassed over it 'i, um, can't afford to pay you for tutoring at the moment, though, so...'

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 gabe, thinking: i know what you CAN pay me with

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 omg gabe

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 instead he waves his hand and says, "it's payment enough just to be with you." jack stares at him, cheeks already flushed from the game so it's hard to tell if he's blushing or not, and gabriel realizes he just accidentally flirted with jack

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 AWKS that's not even subtle flirting, either XD jeezus, Gabe

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 XDD IT's MORE SUBTLE THAN WHAT HE WAS THINKING props on the censorship gabe

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 but Jack, after he gets over that initial surprise, lights up over it. Gabe is blindsided by how happy he looks.

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 >w< gabe gets kinda flustered and is like UM. UH I'LL.. I'LL TEXT YOU and escapes

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 leaving Jack to wonder exactly what the hell just happened. lol what if he gets stuck in his head again and thinks Gabe only suggested tutoring him out of guilt and that he hadn't meant what he said the way it sounded?

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 NOOO

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 Jack ends up thinking that there's no way Gabe's actually going to text him later after that.

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 JAAACK gabe, meanwhile, hands shaking as he holds his phone and tries desperately to come up w a casual message

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 god gabe if we haven't all been there in one way shape or form

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 yepp he eventually decides on something like "hey i'm free x day if you want to study" om g gabe starting to have lil fantasies about """"studying""""" with jack

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 lol Jack being SOOO relieved about getting the text that night. he asks what time, and Gabe's just anytime come over in the morning i'm free all day we can make a day of it and Gabe's got his heart in his throat over that

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 GABE YOUR THIRST IS SHOWING

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 and Jack's a bit nervous now, too, but holy hell he isn't gonna pass up that chance.

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 THEY LIKE EACH OTHER SO MUCH THESE DORKS

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 oh! that'll mean Jack gets to go to Gabe's apartment! ^^

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 >w< as soon as jack walks in the door, gabe is like yes this person belongs in my house forever

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 <3<3<3 they get right down to studying with some drinks and snacks, but an hour or two in, Gabe calls for a break to move around a bit and let the info settle in Jack's brain. and, of course, he has to ask about the Hamlet thing.

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 ahhhh

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 Jack shyly admitting that he was the lead in the play in high school. he starts to say that he didn't really get it, only memorized the lines, but the words stick in his throat. when he glances at Gabe for his reaction, expecting skepticism, he's a bit surprised to see gabe smiling crookedly. 'My bad for assuming,' Gabe says. Jack brushes it off with a laugh and the 100% true claim that he's better at being a jock anyways.

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 acassdvddvxf

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 Gabe, eyes lowered as he's plucking at the carpet where he's sitting next to Jack, murmuring: 'You're more than just that, Jack.'

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 GABE THAT'S GAY

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 lol he's just admitting that his new friend/crush is a multidimensional human being!

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 jack kinda prickles and smiles and says "nah. what you see is what you get with me." gabe IS a gay mess for jack though

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 ABSOLUTELY please and thank you

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 gabriel is silent for a moment, pondering the patterns on the carpet "that's not true," he says finally typing w one finger is hard lol

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 XD you can do it! i believe in you!

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 :heart: he gestures at jack's paper smile and says "like that." jack's expression is strained. "i don't... what are you saying?" "come on jack, you're smart, you know what i'm saying," gabe sighs. jack doesn't refute that statement, but his smile is painful at this point "we- should get back to work," he says abruptly

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 defenses ar in imminent danger of being breached!! red alert!! you are typing better with one finger than i am with two hands

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 XDDD

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 brb--need more tea

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 d(owo) "i mean it, jack," gabe tries again. "you're more than the person you lead people to believe you are. you can't fool me anymore, i know you're sm-" jack cuts him off with a hasty kiss

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 !!!!!!!!!!!! Jack, recoiling while blushing furiously: See? If I was smart, I wouldn't have-- Gabe, leaning in to kiss him again.

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 sacsdvdrbtntfrfs

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 altho, to be fair, all Gabe knows is that Jack tries hard, tests poorly, and was Hamlet in a high school play lol

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 and that he's sexy as hell after a football game

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 Gabe is all: 'I know you're smarter than most people think, we just have to figure out how to show it. How did you learn your lines for Hamlet? Maybe that's the key to how we should study. Jack: i'd really rather kiss you again thanks

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 gabe: come on jack you're good at- jack: hey shut up and fuck me maybe

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 WOW Jack. second date at least, i think

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 hey JACK stop avoiding your issues with sex k XDD

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 XD so, like, who wins? do they keep studying? at least until Jack has just gotten too fidgetly over the fact that Gabe kissed him back and they have to take a break to deal with that somehow?

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 they try to study until gabe slams the book down with an exasperated sigh and kisses jack again

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 and he can sense immediately the difference in Jack's focus lol where a moment ago he'd been distracted as all hell, but the moment Gabe touches him, Jack is all about the kiss

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 also that jack is really really nice to kiss gabriel breaks it off briefly to drag them both onto the couch and then kisses jack into the cushions

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 jack gasping out in-between kisses 'god i'm so glad you weren't serious that night at denny's'

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 gabe gets offended at that like UM YOU WERE THE ONE WHO REJECTED THE IDEA OF US HOOKING UP FIRST

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 Jack's just HOW WAS I SUPPOSED TO KNOW YOU MIGHT BE INTERESTED? I WAS PAYING YOU TO SPEND TIME WITH ME And they both stop. And stare. Inches from each other. Jack: I didn't mean to admit to that.

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 LOL oops accidentally told my crush just how desperate i was to hang out with him

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 lucky for Jack, Gabe thinks it's more cute than sad? like, he'd already almost realized, since Jack took the job to pay him, but it wasn't 100% that it was all about spending time with him and not at least 50/50 about studying Jack, covering his face with his hands: just...don't look at me Gabe laughs and kisses all over the backs of his hands and fingers

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 AWWWW CUTE jack is grinning behind his hand and gabriel can't Deal

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 In an effort to get Jack to uncover his face, Gabe, in a mock-scandalized voice, goes 'I can't believe you rented me like a common whore' and Jack immediately pulls his hands away from his face, caught between panic and laughing denial

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 LOL GABE gabe is just holy SHIT i like him so much

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 NOW are you glad you gave the arrogant jock a chance, Gabe?? XD

firesonic152 - 11/08/2017 XDDD ALSO HOT JOCK this means all kindsa handsiness in the locker room during quick football practice breaks lmaO gabe like just shows up at practice to watch jack

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/08/2017 lol Jack keeps having to run back inside for bathroom breaks. he is. Not Subtle. okay, but, jumping back to the study session--with most of the morning gone and Jack's focus shattered, they just kinda give up and end up falling asleep on the sofa. when they wake up, the afternoon sun is pouring in, and Jack is kinda sore and crushed from Gabe falling asleep on top of him, and there's a wet patch on his shirt where Gabe is drooling a bit in his sleep, but he's, like, so happy that he's afraid to move and wake Gabe and possibly ruin this bc is he really this lucky???

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 LOL I PASSED TF OUT AT LIKE 11:45 LAST NIGHT DAMN ALSO WTH THAT'S ADORABLE

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 :heart::heart::heart:

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 also also i have serious a question how does jack balance his thirst for gettin wrekt w playjng football :thinking:

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 ahhhh....that's a good one. he doesn't. XD

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 LOL

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 lots of toys and frustrated nights alone in his empty bed

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 AWWW omg buT

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 maybe he goes to a bunch of parties and hooks up there, and his rep for that is part of the reason Gabe didn't take him seriously at first.

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 after a big game when he has a little break before he has to be able to do shit again he is On gabriel sdckjseckjs starts associating games w getting rekt afterward though, that's a little awkward

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 lol Jack's teammates getting concerned 'cause it seems like he's been pulling a lot of muscles in games lately from the way he's so stiff the day after XD

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 XDDD I'M IMPRESSED THEY ACTUALLY DON'T KNOW THE REAL REASON

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 maybe they just don't want to think too hard about the details. XD

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 XDDD although one time jack does get injured during a game so gabe can't go all out on him afterward HE"S SO UPSET

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 but that means that Gabe just has an excuse to go as slow and sweet as he wants and Jack just gets to lay back and deal with it as the anticipation builds up until he's jelly-limbed and wrung-out just from the pent-up need

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 >w< gabe steals jack's letter jacket for once instead of jack stealing a hoodie and jack fucking Dies he like can't find it anywhere and then later he sees gabe wearing it just casually IT HAS HIS NAME ON THE BACK HE'S SO FLUSTERED

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 lol if it's a bit too tight on Gabe's arms ^^

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 ddfbvrdd

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 XD dude, while i was making dinner i was thinking about the jock!Jack fic & the part where Gabe takes his letterman and just...Jack joking around about Gabe taking his name. ^^ <3 Gabe shooting back only if Jack takes his.

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 AHHH CUTE so like... gabe's got his career path planned, what is jack gonna do be anxious about his life or, does he fuckin join the military,, without gabe in this one,,,,

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 he tries to go pro and breaks a knee or something and then ends up homeless in his 20s

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 SOOZY

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 XD sorry sorry ignore the knee jerk reaction ummm... maybe he's just fucking around for the time being, going to college on a football scholarship while trying to figure out what he wants to be

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 gabe becomes a big time broadway set/costume designer and jack is his trophy husband

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 XD jack can decide he wants to be a nurse. maybe he ends up patching Gabe up a lot after little accidents with building sets and what not

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 ahhhhhhhh he's like super nervous about med school bc he famously sucks at school but it turns out he's good at medicine??

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 OH SHIT I FORGOT HE WAS A SCHOLASTIC FUCKUP XD

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 LMAO XDD

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 maybe he'd always kinda wanted to do that, though, but he never thought he'd be able to manage the education required, so he gave up. alternatively, massage therapist Jack. they have a SHIT TON of stuff they gotta learn but they can do it relatively quickly. also...jack giving Gabe massages. let's not even pretend that wasn't entirely why i suggested that.

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 >:3c maybe he got good at it bc of sports and people always pulling muscles and shit and gabe gets like a cramp from sewing and jack helps him out

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 or gets a cramp from being hunched over his work for so long lol Jack gets up to rub his neck and shoulders, and Gabe just melts and is like shit, dude, why don't you do this for a living?? Jack: haha like i'd be able to memorize all the muscles and connective tissues and various strokes and pressures-- Gabe: Jack, we talked about this.

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 jack has nice big hands >w<

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 Gabe is like, 10000% on board for being Jack's practice dummy when he starts his coursework but I do like the idea of Jack going into a nurturing career like that for some reason. what if he went to work at an assisted living facility? places like that can be pretty stressful and depressing when they aren't properly funded or staffed. Jack bringing work home with him, going gray early on from trying his best to do three people's jobs and it's still not enough, really, but his protests to the management fall on deaf ears.

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 QoQ WTH THAT'S SAD

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 trying to pick something that aligns with how he seemed in some of the canon stuff without dragging this into war

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 yeah qoq he gets like super stressed and it makes gabe stressed also gabe has his own stress bc broadway is hella stressful

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 which one blows up his workplace? XD jk jk

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 HAHA i mean gabe probably creates some explosion effects at some point

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 Jack having to sweet talk their landlord bc some of the stuff gabe brough hom accidentally got ignited XD

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 so jack is hella stressed at his caretaking job and gabe hates seeing what it's doing to him but he knows he can't suggest that jack quit without having like a solution for another job he can have bc otherwise jack'll be like "oh yeah i'm a failure" you dummies.... communication........

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 lol he ends up talking Jack into a management position somehow. Jack stages a takeover of the facility and ends up as the manager/director/whatever. He's got less time with the people living there, but at least he can make their lives better now.

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 :DDD yay!! immediately jack feels better about everything bc!! look he's accomplishing things!!! and he also has a super hot boyfriend for whom he can finally afford a ring so that's nice

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 ^^ aww! lol what if him and Gabe manage to get permission to bring the residents out to watch a dress rehearsal?

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 awwwwww

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 and Jack's so pleased at how much everyone enjoys it, 'cause he loves seeing them happy & he knows gabe works so hard

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 qwq HOW DOES THE PROPOSAL GO does jack do some nerdy gabe's-play-related thing like steals all the extra explosives for pizazz XD

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 XD omg. lights their apartment on fire or something lol

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 AWWW HE ACCIDENTALLY SETS THE APARTMENT ON FIRE AND IT'S RAINING OUTSIDE SO THEY'RE ALL HUDDLED OUTSIDE AND MISERABLE WHILE THEY WAIT FOR THE FIRE DEPARTMENT AND ITS COLD AND JACK LOOKS JUST SO DEFEATED BUT HE GIVES GABE HIS JACKET AND GABE STICKS HIS HANDS IN THE POCKETS AND FEELS THE BOX

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 what if he's been working with the residents on a new flower garden--something to give them a hobby & brighten the plac eup all at once, and he calls Gabe down one day supposedly to show him the end result, but really it's to propose to him AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA THE RAINY ONE

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 djfknadkfjnacjsn

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 i like yours better! XD

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 XDD YOURS IS CUTE TOO

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 mine doesn't feature Jack-the-massive-fuckup

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 XDDD that is a feature him just looking so distressed and upset and gabe is kinda annoyed about this whole thing but then he feels the box in his pocket and immediately is like HOLY SHIT

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 voice shaking as he says: 'Jack? Is there something you wanted to ask me?' and Jack just looks at him blankly for a moment before realization dawns and Gabe sees shock and dismay and embarrassment cross his face before he just laughs and covers his face with his hands. 'ohhhh, i really fucked this one up, didn't I?' Gabe gently tugs his hands down. 'We can just call it a rehearsal, if you want. Try again another day?' He smiles encouragingly until he gets a tiny answering smile from Jack. 'Wasn't sure how the scene will end,' Jack admits quietly, hopefully. 'It's obviously a comedy, Jack. Those end with weddings.'

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 AHHHHHH THAT'S G A Y gabe: spoilers, i'm gonna say yes jack: KSJNFASKFN

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 i love that that is so often your reaction. XD

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 XD IT'S TRUE jack is like "look i wanna propose to you properly again but-" and gabe is like "dw i'm putting on the ring rn i can't wait"

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/09/2017 omg. dorks. i love them. why have you cursed me with this?

firesonic152 - 11/09/2017 d(=w=) and gabe gets like super antsy and the second they get back inside he darts into the bedroom and comes back all red-faced w his own ring

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 <3<3<3 lol Gabe didn't get to propose first bc he wanted it to be PERFECT and Jack just wanted memorable

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 awwwww they just wanna be married already luckily gabe's latest show is like super popular so they've got a shitton of money to spend on it gabe wants Everyone to know he has a husband

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 Gabe gets super involved in wedding planning and Jack is slowly getting more and more nervous because greaaaaaaaaat. MORE people to make a fool of himself in front of. people who know Gabe. People who might judge Gabe for his taste in partners.

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 NO JACK YOU DON'T UNDERSTAND HE WANTS TO SHOW YOU OFF TO EVERYONE HE KNOWS every person he meets he's like "hi i'm gabe btw have i told you about my amazing husband yet" and everyone is like "well no i just met you two seconds ago" and gabe is like pulling out photos "SO HIS NAME IS JACK"

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 XD oh god he's one of THOSE people he's FLYNN

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 HAHA

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 ((omg--amost forgot to mention: the thought crossed my mind the other day--Mix Tape crossover fic with classical music student Gabe trading suggestions with Flynn about how to live with a metalhead lol))

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 LOLL jack is all self-conscious but all gabe wants to do is get him in a nice suit, drag him along to every single fancy party to show him off to everybody, then come home and tear that suit off and lavish him in praise

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa Gabe getting to put him IN the suit, tho like, helping him get dressed, doing up teh buttons, smoothing down creases, feeling the heat of Jack's body through the nice fabrics, the scent of him buried beneath the smell of soap and deodorant and fabric softener, but knowing that at the end of the day, Gabe is going to get to undress him layer by layer and reacquaint himself with the feel of Jack's body beneath his hands, with the scent of his skin, with the taste of him...

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 JDBFSAFJB also gabe like went with him to the tailor when they bought it in the first place and oversaw everything ((he designed it of course)) (((he was such a pain in the tailor's ass))) ((((they can't go back there))))))

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 X'''D

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 but the end product is a ridiculously attractive suit complete with a waist coat

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 aaaaaaaaaaaaa

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 gabe tying jack's tiiiiie =w=

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 Jack nervously smoothing it down after Gabe helps him put it on, just kind of laughing in his usual unsure of himself way and musing that it probably doesn't suit him, then looking up to see Gabe drinking in every line of him, following the movements of his hands over his body with a hunger that makes Jack flush and wish they had more time before they need to leave

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 jnfajskjdnfkcanj gabe starts musing out loud about how the hell he's gonna take this suit off jack without ruining it at the fancy dinner party gabe is practically glowing with pride every single person who comes along he's just like LOOK AT MY HUSBAND HE'S PERFECT "that's the best part, the outside is new but now it reflects what's already in you :musical_note: " "i couldn't change that if i wanted to~ and i do not" //this whole thing is really making me think of that legally blonde song lol

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 XD it's giving me Fluri feels, tbh. Flynn wishing Yuri saw everything that Flynn sees in him. ;;

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 S TAAAHP that hurts qoq

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 YOU STARTED IT XD

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 YOU MADE IT HURT

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 9.9 merely pointed out a similarity

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 =^= huff gabe like really really wants to fuck jack IN the suit but he also doesn't wanna ruin it he settles for removing the pants, fingering jack to the edge of orgasm, then removing the rest /// also @ my internet wtf discord is working perfectly well but none of my other webpages will load?

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 internet, stop being weird and AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA Gabe ends up having more suits made specifically because of this dilemma XD

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 LMAO he has like a suit made specifically to fuck jack in that's hilarious

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 XD

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 jack makes a fuss every time gabe buys him a suit but the look gabe gives him when he wears them is nothing less than thrilling every time

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 ouo

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 something about the fact that gabe doesn't even want to take off his clothes before fucking him like reallyyyy does it for jack the idea that he's THAT irresistible drives him a little crazy

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 omg. Gabe doing wonders for Jack's self-esteem just by loving him so much

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 QoQ yess

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 also, while we're discussing clothed sex--snuggly lovemaking with Jack in nothing but an oversized cableknit sweater

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 YESS gabe has no clue how he managed to find an oversized sweater given just how Huge jack's upper body is but somehow he did

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 XD

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 and it's heckin cute

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 maybe he knitted it

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 awwwWWWW WIAT THAT'S CUTE

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 like, it took him two years but XD

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 jack is all pouty one day bc the oversized sweater look is so snug but he's never been able to find something that's oversized on him SO GABE GETS TO WORK

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 <3<3

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 and gives it to jack for christmas jack doesn't cry (he does a little)

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 Jack is OVERJOYED

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 tbh it's a little bit of a present for gabe too. bc now jack will hang around the house in JUST the sweater. and gabe can't do it

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 omg XD smooth, Gabe. ouob

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 IT'S JUST WAY TOO TEMPTING TO SLIDE A HAND UP THAT TANTALIZING THIGH and the way it hangs it just barely covers jack's ass gabe caaaaan't

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 he played himself XD can't get any work done on projects @ home bc jack's always hanging around in the sweater

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 dfjnakfdjn

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 grinning like the cheshire cat over his mug of tea

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 snuggly jack is dangerous gabriel comes home and is like "JACK PUT ON SOME FUCKING CLOTHES I NEED TO WORK" and jack is like okay and gets into one of the goddamn suits and gabe is like "YOU BITCH I WANT A DIVORCE" and jack is like "babe you're literally unbuckling my belt right now"

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 X'D

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 what if jack starts to get self-conscious about the fact that gabe makes way more money than him though

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 JACK NO Jack not enjoying the hard-to-shake feeling that he's a kept man?

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 yeah qoq like the work he does is hard and important, but it's not glamorous and it certainly doesn't make him money

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 plus, he's not getting to spend time with the residents anymore, and he had wanted to be able to help people one on one

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 HOW WOULD WE SOLVE THAT ONE THOUGH

SuspiciousPopsicle - 11/10/2017 Jack's just gotta get over his self-esteem issues. maybe he recognizes it as an unfair thought and just tries to deal with it.

firesonic152 - 11/10/2017 yay!

[fluffyllamas-23]

*Drops new OCs and runs*

I would apologize for this, but at this point I just have to accept it XD 

Shoutout to @taylor-tut and @emeraldthread for helping me with my characters

“Jenna, you’d better be dying,” Cassie says into the phone, eyes never leaving her notes.  

She’s been cramming for this stupid test for weeks now, and she’s panicked over it. She’s given her sister and friends strict instructions not to call her unless someone is bleeding or dying, and she’s slightly irritated she’s getting a phone call at all.

“I need a favor,” Jenna rasps, her voice sounding like she’s been screaming all night.

Cassie looks up in surprise, her pen falling onto the page, “shit, you sound awful, I didn’t actually mean that. Are you alright?”

“Children are germ factories.  Emma had this last week and I thought I had escaped it, but...ugh, it’s miserable,” she coughs.

Cassie winces, “so what’s this favor you need?”

“Em has soccer practice in like...an hour? Could you take her?”

“Jenna,” Cassie groans, “I have to study-”

“I know, I know, I just... James is still out of town, and I’m exhausted...and I could honestly use a nap.”

Cassie chews on her bottom lip, “how long is her practice?”

“Hour and a half.”

“Okay,” Cassie mutters begrudgingly. “I’ll be there in a few.”

“Thank you,” Jenna breathes, “wait, you don’t have to be here for like forty five minutes.”

“But you’re sick...do you still need to get all of her stuff together?”

“...Shit...yeah.  I knew I was forgetting something.”

“Dude, you never forget things.  Ever.  I hated you for it when we were kids.  Are you okay?”

“Uh...I might be running a fever...I don’t know...I just feel really out of it.”

“Damnnit,” she hisses, slamming her textbooks and notebooks shut, “yeah, I’m coming over.”

“Okay,” Jenna mumbles, “see you soon.”

When Cassie gets to her sister’s house, she walks through the door and then stops in her tracks when she sees what a mess it is.  The last time her house was this messy was three and a half years ago, when Emma was born. “Uh...Jen?”

“AUNTIE TASSIE!” Emma shrieks in excitement, running into the room.  She flings herself at Cassie, who catches her with ease and then wraps her up in a tight hug.

“Bug!” Cassie cries happily, burying her face in the three year old’s neck, “oh, how I’ve missed you.”

“Are you here to play with me?”

“Yeah! I’m going to take you to soccer, and then we’re going to go have dinner, and then I’m going to bring you back and we can play all night, how does that sound?”

“Good!”

“We’re going to have so much fun. Maybe we can make cookies, too.”

“YEAH!”

“Now, where’s your mommy?”

“Momma feels yutty,” Emma says, making a face, “she’s in her bed.”

“How about you play for a little bit so I can go see her?”

Cassie kisses her cheek and then sets her down before she goes in search of her sister.

“Jenna?” Cassie says, walking into her bedroom.  

“Oh, hey,” she croaks, blinking at her tiredly.

“Not feeling so great, huh?” She asks, climbing onto the bed next to her.

“No...I’ll be fine, though,” Jenna sighs, snuggling up to Cassie and resting her head on her shoulder.

Cassie presses a hand to her forehead, “mmm...you’re burning up.”

“I figured.”

“How long have you been sick? Because your house is a disaster.”

“A few days...I miss James.”

“I know you do...but hey, I’m here,” she says, brushing Jenna’s blonde hair out of her face.

“You have to study.”

“I know, but I can study tonight when you’re asleep.”

Jenna sniffles, “you’re sure?”

“Oh absolutely. I’ll help you with Emma, I’ll take her to dinner afterwards...I’ll give her a bath and put her to bed.  The whole nine yards.”

“That would be nice...do you know how hard it is running around after a three year old when you feel like death? Pretty damn hard. I really think this is how it ends, I think I’m actually dying.”

“Alright, drama queen.  Are you done whining, or should I pull up a chair?” Cassie smirks.

Jenna looks at up her, unamused, “well I’m glad that my misery is so amusing to you.  Love you, too.”

“What do you need? Have you had any medicine lately?”

“Uh...no.”

“You’re a nurse, and you haven’t taken any medicine?”

“Just because I understand the importance of it, doesn’t mean I’m gonna do it.”

“You’re hopeless. Medicine still in the same spot?”

“Mmhmm,” she mumbles, eyelids drooping.  

She manages to get Jenna drugged up and her temperature taken (101.2, not terrible, but not great, either).  

“Alright, I’m going to go get her stuff together-”

“Her bag is in the garage...she just needs some water...her water bottle is in the cabinet. Make sure you put it in the Cinderella one or she’ll lose it.”

“Cinderella water bottle.  Got it, I’ll do that, and then I’ll take her.”

“Oh, one more thing.”

“Yeah?”

“Her coach is hot, you should definitely bang him.”

“What the fuck, Jenna,” Cassie laughs, rolling her eyes.  “You’re married.”

“Yeah, I know, but I meant for you.”

“I’ve already resigned myself to being a crazy cat lady.”

“But-“

“-I’ve been single my entire life. I just honestly don’t think that it’s in the cards to get a boyfriend,” she says, sadness seeping into her tone, “but it’s fine. Just have more babies, I’ll be the cool aunt.”

Jenna goes into a coughing fit, and then lets out a croaky groan, “yeah, okay...James and I want another, by the way, so you might get your wish soon.”

Cassie grins, “hopefully the next one is a boy.”

“Mmm...James wants a boy, too...I don’t really care.”

Cassie grins, “alright, well I’m going to go. We’ll be back in a couple of hours. Get some rest, text me if you need anything.”

*

“Toach Tay Jay! Toach TAY JAY!” Emma squeals, running ahead of Cassie.  

She looks up to see Emma jump into the arms of a man who was so attractive, she had to take a literal, physical step back.

Who the hell actually looks like that?

When Cassie finally makes her way to her niece (and her super hot coach), she’s slightly out of breath, and she can feel butterflies in the pit of her stomach.

“Hiya, Emma!” He chirps happily, hugging her tightly before setting her down.  He looks up at Cassie, and inhales sharply once before standing up straighter, “hey...I’m uh...Keegan-KJ...you can call me either.  You must be her aunt...Jenna texted me she was sick and you’d be bringing her. Is she alright?”

She nods, the movement jerky as she tries to get herself under control, “yeah, she’ll be okay, she’s just not feeling well.  Um...I’m Cassie.”

“Uncle, Keegan,” a little girl about Emma’s age says, tugging on his shirt.

He crouches down to her level, “what’s up, Lex?”

“I’m hungry.”

He chuckles, “you’re hungry? You just ate on the way over here.”

“I know, but I’m hungry.”

“Your mom packed you a granola bar, it’s in your bag. Why don’t you and Emma go over there, and I’ll be with you guys in a second.”

Once the girls run off, Keegan turns his attention back to her, and her heart skips a beat.  

“Sorry.  Nice to meet you...you can just go sit on the bleacher with the parents...uh, not sure what your sister said but it’s about an hour and a half, and uh...yeah,” he says anxiously, shooting her a nervous smile while he rubs the back of his neck.

As Cassie watches the practice, she grows more and more (irrationally) agitated.  Who gave him the right to be so cute (and good with kids)? What was the fucking catch? Because there has to be something.  

He probably has a super hot girlfriend, because guys who look like that - jawline that could cut diamonds, high cheekbones and smile lines that are enough to make her melt...brown eyes the color of melted chocolate - aren’t single.

He’s fairly tall, (compared to her, at least), and is built eerily similar to Captain America - broad shoulders, muscled arms and back, slim waist - and Cassie realizes that Jenna wasn’t kidding.

He is hot.

He’s just...exactly her type, and her type always has a significant other.

She wants to think he’s an asshole if he’s not taken, because honestly, there’s no other explanation.

She tries to focus on her studying, but she finds herself staring at Keegan.  He meets her eyes often, and everytime he does, she looks away as her cheeks flush.

Get it together, Cassie, she thinks to herself, staring down at her notes in frustration. So what if he’s the hottest guy you’ve ever seen in your life...so WHAT? He’s just a person, and nothing is ever going to happen, so stop it.

Practice comes to an end, as do her stupid, self-loathing thoughts, and she looks up with a smile as the tiny blonde with uneven pigtails comes running at her.

“Hey, bug! Are ya hungry?”

“Yeah, can Lexie and toach Tay Jay come, too?”

“Uh...yeah, I...yeah, I guess I can ask.”

When Cassie makes no indication that she’s going to move, Emma pulls on her hand with both of her’s, “let’s GO, auntie.”  

She groans.  Now she has to talk to him?

“Hey, um...K-keegan?” She says, walking up to him.  He turns around, and when he sees her, a huge grin spreads across his face.  

“Cassie, right?”

“Yeah, uh...I’m taking Emma out to get some food, and she was wondering if you and Lexi would want to come?”

“Yeah, we’d love to.”

“I’m hungry!” Lexi squeaks from beside him.

“And Lexi is down, too, I guess,” he chuckles, putting a hand on top of the brunette’s head.  He looks down at her with a grin, “babe, you’re always hungry.”

Once they figure out where they’re going, and Cassie gets Emma all loaded up in the car, she dials Jenna’s number.  

“Hey,” she croaks weakly into the phone.

“Hey...how’re you doing?”

“Uh...I’ve beend better...really dond’t feel well...s’finde, though.”

“You sound worse.”

“Condgestiond is worse, but I feel about the sambe.”

“Did you get any sleep?”

“A little...I’mb mbostly just layi’gg ind bed watchi’gg mbovies.”

“Do you need anything?”

“Ndah...how was her practice?”

“It was fine.  I’m taking her to get some dinner, you want me to bring you home anything?”

“Ndo, I’mb ndot that hungry.”

“So, soup?”

Jenna sighs in exasperation, which turns into a nasty sounding coughing fit, “I guess.”

Cassie winces, “you sound really bad, Jen.”

“I’ll be finde.  I think I’mb goi’gg to go back to sleep.”

“Good plan.  We’ll be home in a little bit.”

“I’m pissed off at you,” Cassie snaps at Jenna later that night, pacing the floor at the foot of the bed with her hand on her hips. Emma has been asleep for half an hour, and Cassie has been obsessing over this ever since they left the restaurant.

“What? What did I do?” Jenna croaks, confusion lacing her voice.  

“You did this to me...you made me...have a crush on a stupid guy.”

Jenna grins, propping herself up on her elbows,  “I told you.”

“Why can’t he be an asshole,” Cassie whines.

“I’mb sorry...you wandt himb to be onde?”

“Yes, because it would make it easier when we don’t work out,” She groans, flopping down face first onto the bed. “His girlfriend is probably beautiful and nice and just...ugh.”

“Aww, dond’t be like that.  He’s single, I asked.”

“He’s what?!” She cries, looking up.  

“He’s...single? I dond’t understand what your problem is? Amb I mbissi’gg sombethi��gg?”

She groans, “he’s cute, and nice, and funny, and good with kids, and he’s studying to be a doctor...and now you’re telling me that he’s single? He’s too cute to be single.”

“Alright, but you’re single, and you’re the mbost gorgeous persond I’ve ever mbet.”

“Shut up,” she grumbles, going red.

“How was dinnder? Did you guys hit it off?”

“I don’t know...he’s really easy to talk to.”

Jenna grins tiredly, “Emmba loves himb.”

“I know, which makes it worse.”

“And you said I was drambatic.  Dond’t you have to go study?”

“...yes.”

“Good.  Go do that.  We’ll talk about this mbore whend I wake up, because as mbuch as I would love to condtindue this condversationd, I’mb exhausted.”

She groans, “yeah, okay.  Do you need anything before I leave?”

“Ndo,” she mumbles.

“I’ll be right downstairs if you need something.  Just text me or something.”

“I kndow that law school is stressful, but thank you so much for helpi’gg mbe with Emmba.”

“Don’t go getting all emotional on me,” Cassie teases gently when Jenna’s eyes start watering. “Of course I’m going to help you, I love you guys.  And how many times have you dropped everything to help me out? Just feel better, okay?”

Jenna nods, drifting to sleep.  

As much as Cassie wants to stop thinking about Keegan (things never work out with guys she likes), because she has to focus on studying for her test in the morning, she can’t help it. Her thoughts drift back to him every few minutes, making it impossible for her to focus.

And she knows she’s doomed.  

[dxrksong]

A strange Crossover Chapter 1

SURPRISE!!! We have a crossover between my Blinded!Henry AU and @bornoffireandwisdom‘s Saudade AU. today is the intro.

‘Henry’ and Annette get a strange call, Bendy takes control, and Henry freaks out. ENJOY!

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  In the depths of silly vision studios, not a sound can be heard, unless you count the ink dripping from ceilings and the occasional groan from a searcher. Then there’s the silence breaking protests that ring through out the halls. A fifty-three year old man, covered in ink with a black substance coming out of his eyes is struggling against a 7 foot tall toon, the toon itself has a backwards leg, ink covering its eyes, and mismatched hands.

  “I’m not leaving you bendy!” The elderly man shouted, struggling against the toon.

  ‘YOU NEED TO GET HEALED HENRY, YOU SAID IT YOURSELF, YOU MIGHT HAVE INK POISONING!’ the toon shouted back, pushing henry towards the exit again.

 “Yeah empathis on ‘MIGHT’! We both don’t know if I’ll come back or not!” Henry shouted, not wanting to abandon the toons again. Once was far enough, and he wasn’t willing to do it again.

 ‘Henry PLEASE!’ Bendy was practically begging now, still trying to edge Henry to the door in a desperate attempt to make him leave so he could get help. 30 years ago, there wasn’t much anyone could do but MAYBE in this new age, there was SOME hope that he could be saved.

 “Bendy...” Henry weighed his options. He could leave and get help, but the feeling in his stomach tells him it was a bad idea. Or he could stay and live his last moments with the toons that worried about him so...

no.

if he died on them now, it would be just as worse as abandoning them. At least if he leaves there’s a chance that he’ll come back.. ”ok, fine! But if i don’t come back-”

‘We’ll make sure that we find out what happened to you before we figure out what to do’ Bendy tried to reassure Henry. Only to get a disapproving sigh in return.

“No, I want you to hide as best as you can in the lower levels. Sooner or later people are going to come in, wanting answers that they’ll misunderstand if you or any of the others tell them. They’re not used to toons or living ink. I want you to be careful!” Henry sternly stated, earning a confused whine from Bendy but he agreed nonetheless.

‘Fine! But if you don’t return within three weeks, I’m going to go looking for you!’ Bendy didn’t like Henry staying away for so long, but he had to endure so he could rest.

Henry chuckled and told Bendy it might take longer than that but he’ll do his best to get back as soon as possible. With a satisfied toon behind him Henry reached for the door and turned the knob as soon as he found it.

                                     BUT SOMETHING INTERFERED.  

(WHOO SECOND PAGE XD (HINT: IT WAS ME!!! MUAHAHAHAHAA

Meanwhile. Two friends were walking in a park one day, as several cherry blossoms rained in the breeze. It was a beautiful spring day. One of them was a young man with shiny red hair, with unnatural streaks of grey.

The other was a young woman with short, white, blonde hair. They were both laughing together.

“Wait are you serious Henry?!” The girl laughed almost hysterically.

                                                             “Yep, I literally tried to steal my brothers birthday cake once. I got in so much trouble!” Annette continued to laugh and giggle the whole time they walked. Henry always seemed to have a funny story to tell.

He was about to tell her another story when he was abruptly cut off. His phone started to vibrate. He quickly answered it, while Annette watched curiously.

“Yep this is Henry.. W-wait what?! Oh okay I'll be right there!” Annette gave him a concerned look, did something happen to one of his family members?

“Okay Annette, I know you still don't believe me about the whole ‘I can't age anymore and I'm around a hundred years old’ thing, but it turns out that the hospital had someone check in.. with my name.”

“Maybe it's just a coincidence? Henry are you saying that you have a doppelgänger? Because if you are.. I don't mean to be a jerk but, I think you’ve gone nuts.”  

“I don't know! Maybe I am going crazy! Either way I'm checking this out. With or without you.”

“No, no, no! I’m coming. Though if it really is just a coincidence then get ready to hear me say ‘I told you so!’”

Henry hated it when people said that to him, it was one of his biggest pet peeves. Although he did remember saying that to Joey quite a few times. Henry didn't like it when it was directed at him though.

Soon they made it to the hospital.

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The smell of medical supplies and sick people told Henry that he made it to the hospital. He couldn’t recall how or when but the evidence was there. For instance, he was lying down on some sort of bed with a blanket on top of him. The slight pressure on his head told him that it was bandaged up- or at least was taken care of. He slightly became aware of a nearby beeping sound nearby. ‘A heart pacer?’ He thought to himself. ‘Was I really that bad off?’ He let out a soft sigh as he listened for anyone nearby.. a doctor wasn’t too far away, talking to someone… but who?

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“So I heard that there is someone who checked into this hospital, he happened to have the exact same name as me.. do you know where I can find him?”

“Oh alright young man, what is your name?” Henry felt a bit uncomfortable, being unable to age, He has been afraid of certain people discovering the truth. If the press found out, they’ll either call him insane. Or they’ll never leave him alone!

“U-Um.. my name is Henry W-Williams.” The doctor smiled before saying. “Oh yes there is a man who checked in with that name. Come along now if you’d like to see him.”

Annette was extremely confused.. this had to be some kind of misunderstanding. Besides lots of people in the world have the same name! The chances of people having the same exact name, aren't that slim..

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Footsteps were getting louder. Were they heading towards his room? The bad feeling he felt earlier came back and by golly it was like a mallet had hit him. He wanted to get away but CURSE HIS REFLEXES! He froze instantly on the spot when he heard a supposed doctor say “It’s quite concerning really, there was an impossible amount of ink leaking from his eyes. He was barely breathing when the guy who found him rushed in.”

Oh so that’s what happened, also YEAH THEY’RE DEFINITELY COMING FOR HIS ROOM! If only his reflexes didn’t keep him grounded to his bed he could’ve jumped out the window, or hide, or SOMETHING! ‘This seems vaguely familiar somehow.. Oh yeah this exact thing happened the first time I met Bendy, and Boris.. OH CRAP THE TOONS! How long have I been here?!’ The heart monitors beeping sped up a little as he panicked, trying to figure out how much time he had left. Pretty much alerting the nearby doctor and whoever she was talking to.

He heard the doctor gasp and rush in. he smiled weakly and tried to reassure her.

“N-not to worry! I just panicked a little, I didn’t know how long it had been since I’ve been here.. Heh.. heh.” he heard her sigh in relief and he froze a little when two new voices entered the room.

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Henry Williams and Annette Martineau, were surprised to see another young man lying in front of them. Although the thing that truly surprised the pair of friends, was the fact that this young man had black liquid running out of his bandages. They were wrapped around his head, and covering his eyes. Which is where the ink stains were more evident. his hair on the other side was almost completely coated in it.

It was shocking.. to say the least. Henry felt his blood run cold, as he was hit with a sudden and horrifying realization.

‘That’s from the studio.. isn't it?’ He thought in an instant. None of this was making sense.. two Henry’s, same exact first and last name. Both venturing through an ink infested studio. At least he assumed. No where else should have cursed ink.

If it leaked from the man's eyes and through his bandages, then it definitely had to be tied to black magic.

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He felt bad. He had to leave the toons. And now he doesn’t even know what’s going on anymore as his time is running out. He needed to get back to the studio like he promised, before Bendy sends out an army of searchers after him. He just needed to know.

“Excuse me? Can you tell me how long have I been out?” he asked, suddenly aware of his less scratchy voice ‘What the hell happened while I was passed out? Everything suddenly fells.. Off’ at this point he was concerned and worried that he had gotten experimented on by one of Joey’s or Sammy’s leftover circles again. Just how many did they make?

“Not long” the lady doctor replied. “A day or two at most.” Henry couldn’t help but heave a sigh of relief out of his lungs. ‘I still have time then.’

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   A week.    

   It has been an entire week since Henry left. And by golly was Bendy getting more worried by the hour. Everything has had gotten so warped since Henry left. For instance: doppelgangers have been seen throughout the studio, certain hallways have been changed, and worst of all is that they had to split off territory’s in order to avoid the sudden intruders. Everything was just so wrong.

  In the other room Alice, Sammy, Boris, and Norman were gathered around in one of the more hidden and impossible to get into safe houses and were completely freaking out as silently as they could, so they wouldn’t get found out by the doppelgangers that were practically outside their door. They had to change their signals to each other to notify who it was from different whistles to sounds common in the studio so that they wouldn’t get spotted as easily.

  Bendy let out a whistle, mimicking ink dripping from the ceiling before entering the room. Everyone seemed on edge, especially Norman and Alice, who looked like they could burst into crying or screaming at any moment. Boris sighed and looked up, looking just as defeated as the others.

  It hurt Bendy to hear his friends so absolutely done with everything. But not now, they had work to be done. ‘Alright, we knew this would have to happen eventually.’ Bendy started, getting the other’s attention. ‘We’ll have to stand SOME ground between those imposters. So I suggest splitting up to a degree.’ they nodded silently. ‘Sammy I suggest you sneak around within the hollow walls of the music department, since you know the place so well, it’d give an advantage; Boris you stay here, we’ll need a place to hide when we get tired so I want you to stay here for now.’ Boris nodded enthusiastically. ‘Norman, since your floor has been taken over, you can hang with Sammy in the inaccessible and flooded parts of the music department. Alice.’ she lifted her head to look at Bendy. ‘If I can get you to the twin camera room, can you keep an eye on them and alert us if something happens?’

  “There’s a twin camera room?” Alice asked, almost eagerly.

  Bendy smiled ‘why do you think those stray cameras and speakers are littering the halls?’

  Alice squealed in excitement. ‘And I of course will monitor the main floor, we never know when Henry could come right through the front door. And damn it all I wanna make sure I get to him first before those imposters do!’ Bendy clenched his fist, not wanting to lose his creator again. Once was far enough, and he wasn’t willing to do it again. The others agreed.

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  Sammy and Norman were the first to leave. They went through an opening in the wall and disappeared into the studio.

Bendy took Alice’s hand and used one of his ink portals to the twin camera room. Alice immediately took her spot in the chair and turned all the camera’s on.

    Having everyone in their stations, Bendy lept into a cracked pipe on the wall and headed to the main room to wait for Henry, unknowing a certain wolf, with his ears down, had been listening this whole time.

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So that’s the first chapter! i might post chapter 2 soon but we’ll have to wait and see!

[stephicness]

Just to be a little silly imagine an S/O who is so flat chested (or really have no muscles what so ever is they Identify as male) who get extremely jealous that the the bros, and ravus have bigger boobs than them. And on thensly the lowkey love nuzzling them pecs/boobies whenever they hug XD - a very sleep deprived anon

Well, dearsleep-deprived anon. As someone with a rather flat chest myself, I feel likethis request is very relevant. Like, legit, it’s kinda ironic that you’recalling me out like this, yo! This’ll be fun to write. :D

Hm… Let’s play off a mixture of guys, gals,and non-binary pal S/Os in my thoughts. C: *finger guns* It’ll be written inthe second person, because that’s how I do, but let’s imagine some variety~

Drabbles galore! Here we go!

Hidden Chests of Magicand Wonder! – FFXV Boys and Their Tinier Partners

Noctis Lucis Caelum

Damn… It washot. Legitimately, it was way too hot to be wearing layers of black in themiddle of Galdin Quay. But hey, the good thing about being by the sea was,guess what? That meant you guys could just go swimming! The others bailed out,but that gave you and Noctis the chance to go instead. You didn’t really havemuch to wear for a swimsuit, unfortunately. Just a sport bra that you had onand your shorts. But you threw off your shirt and stretched out as you lookedaround the beach as well.

And… Well…You couldn’t help but frown at the bikini babes around you. They all looked…Well, great. Definitely well-formed, and shaped… And they were bouncing morethan Cindy’s when she was excited over the regalia. Despite you ogling them fora moment, you couldn’t help but look down at yourself and push your sports bratogether to showcase your ‘cleavage.’ Huh… Well, damn. At least you couldadmire them from afar.

With a sigh, you turn back to Noctis as he finished talking withthe guys, the prince pulling off his boots and throwing off his shirt. Andneedless to say, you ended up staring at him as well. What the hell? Since when did he get so ripped?Was that a six pack? Like, you knew he used to work out alot with Gladiobecause he had to, but the Astrals surely blessed the prince with some greatfeatures.

You stared fora good long moment before Noctis raised an eyebrow at you, confused with whyyou were looking down before he glanced down at himself and held his arms out.“What? Is there something on me?”

He couldn’t askanymore before you placed your hands promptly over his pectorals with a frown.They fit so perfectly in your hands. Like, on a fruit scale, it felt like youwere goddamn kiwis. Noctis? At least a grapefruit, right? You were tempted toturn and ask some helpless bystander to feel your boyfriend’s pecs, but no…You didn’t really want to share the sensation. You patted his chest a bit morebefore you stared at Noctis again.

“Where did youget these? They fit so perfectly, dammit…!”

He raised aneyebrow at you, noticing how you stared at his chest. But in his own awkwardway, he reached out and put his hands over your chest as well. This left theboth of you cupping each other’s chest as you played chicken to see who wouldback down first. Noctis cleared his throat as his face reddened and he glancedaway. “These fit perfectly in my hands too, you know.”

Your facereddened before you let go of his chest and rest your head against him instead.Dammit. That was cute. Too cute. Why did he have to turn that on you like that?He chuckled and kissed the top of his head before he hugged you tight. He washappy enough with you, just the way you are. Cheesy bastard…

Prompto Argentum

If there wasone thing that made dating Prompto the most fun was the fact that Promptoalways had something fun to do between the two of you. Of course, a goodmajority of it was having ‘fun’ taking pictures for Prompto’s portfolio, so hecould one day become a master photographer… But hey! It was an adventurenevertheless as he took you to cool places to do photo shoots with Noctis ashis model.

But Noctis,this time, refused to go out to Prompto’s ‘all-natural’ photo shoot, mostlybecause he wasn’t really too keen on the thought of having to pose naked for it.Damn. Prompto missed a perfect chance. But he was quick to turn to you, tryingto lay on the charms and get you to be his model for the shoot. You ended upagreeing, but only if he did the shoot with you too. And you got to keep yourshorts on at least. He understood that, just happy enough to have a model forhis shoot officially. So with a grin of enthusiasm and a kiss on your cheek, itwas time to get ready to meet his portfolio deadline.

When you twogot to the sight Prompto wanted to photograph at, he set up his camera for thetwo of you to trade off and take shots of each other. You undressed and fixedyour boxer briefs, so they weren’t wrinkled before looking back at Prompto.Everything would have to look a-okay for Prompto’s shoot, after all. His futureas a photographer depended on it!

The first fewshots seemed alright, with you posing dramatically as if trying to be some sortof Adonis-like figure, which Prompto was quite happy with as he made commentsabout how great you looked. You tried to be kind of sexy in the photos, but thefunny faces you slipped in just to throw him off was too much afterawhile. 

Prompto’s turn now, and as part of his deal with you, he quicklyguided you to follow after him to change some lighting he thought was cool, allwhile he stumbled over himself to undress and figure out how he wanted to beposed. When you looked back at him after letting eyes wander around the woodedarea, you did a double-take, eyes widen, face reddening as he stood thereunderneath the patchy light of the trees’ leaves, toned, muscular, covered infreckles. You saw him naked before, but damn. Thatlighting really showed off his muscles.

You couldn’thelp but reaching up, putting a hand over your own chest as you stared. Yourheart skipped a beat, but you noticed that you clearly weren’t as fit asPrompto was. That Crownsguard training really did work, it seemed.

“Huh? What’sup?” He looks back at you with a grin, face reddening as he scratches the backof his head. “A look like that usually means you want me.”

“More like yourmuscles. Because holy shit. Since when did you turn into Gladio?”

He ends uplaughing so nervously that he has to put his shirt back on out of sheernervousness. “I’ll let you have a feel later, if you want.” You gave a quicknod in response.

Ignis Scientia

Man… Why wasit that the cutest dresses always needed some sort of rack to fill them in? Andwhen you actually wanted to wear a suit, you needed to be tall andDorito-shaped to wear them properly? You let out a sigh of annoyance as youtossed your phone down and pressed your face against your palm. It was alwaysso hard to try picking out outfits for however you wanted to dress. Not bustyenough for a cute dress or blouse, and not muscular enough to sport a handsomesuit or blazer. Why couldn’t you have nice clothing?

Ignis had offered you a few times to help tailor things for youthat didn’t fit, but you didn’t want to put him through the trouble of all ofthat. Especially since it seemed like everything didn’tfit you right for whatever attire you wanted to wear. Couldn’t look like a cutegirl and you couldn’t look like a cute boy. Dammit, why couldn’t you just havethe best of both worlds without working Ignis to the bone for it?

But at least hethought you looked great in plaid.

Ignis’s way ofmaking sure you were able to have clothing that you liked was that he wouldmake sure that if they didn’t look good on either of you, then he wouldn’t deemit as something worthy enough for you to wear. Thus, he would actually be willingto try on things with you, making sure they’re suitable for the man you wantedto be that day or the woman. He would have asked Cindy to help him model, butshe was far too busty compared to you, you told him. And when he suggestedPrompto might be fit to wear some dresses, Prompto was quick toshout ‘Hell no.’

But Ignisimprovised nevertheless, wanting to surprise you with quite a few outfits tocompensate for your terrible time in shopping. It was a good thing that he wasslim himself, and only a few inches taller than you were. So when you came homefrom work one day, you saw him staring at himself in the mirror, tensing up asyou noticed the pink floral dress he stood in. He looked at you in shock as youstared at him with a shocked expression as well. But you felt yourselfsquinting as him as you leaned your head back.

“…Is thatdress padded, or…?”

“I have yet toadd those in for you.”

Your eyesnarrowed a bit before you wandered over and poked at his chest. He was tellingthe truth. That was all Ignis right there. Slender enough to fit in your dresssize, but actually able to fit into a… Whatever size it was, it was bigger than you, that was for sure. Youwere so flat that you didn’t even need a binder some days, yet it was so easyfor him to wear a cute dress! You found yourself slumping against hischest. “How could you look cuter than me…? In dresses and in suits!”

He chuckled abit as he rubbed your back for reassurance sake. Well, if it was anything, itwas quite nice resting your face against his chest. Imagine what it would belike with padding.

Gladiolus Amicitia

“And the best part?” Aranea smirked at you as she took up her cellphone and sat upright as you admired in awe. Not at her chest, though it was nice, you guessed. But you were more fascinated by the fact that she then placed her cellphone on top of herself. On top of her boobs. You gawked as she held her hands up in her hands in victory. “Works like a charm~”

“Your boobs turn into a phone rack?!” You gasped, almost about to snatch the phone from her, only to realize you were just about to grope her. You ended up having to resist as you bounced in your place and groaned. “Man, why can’t I be blessed by the Astrals with something so cool?!”

“And deal with back problems all the time and nearly be suffocated by these things when you sleep? Hun, double-D’s look nice, but is it really worth it just for a phone rack?”

“Hell yeah it is!” The commotion enough was to spark the attention of Gladio from the other room. And the moment he looked around the corner to check on you and Aranea, you were almost at the point of screaming. “Gladdy! Look what Nea can do! She’s got a built-in phone rack!”

He raised an eyebrow as he look over to the pair of double-D’s you gestured to. He was glad that you weren’t a jealous partner, that was for sure, otherwise it’d be awkward explaining why he stared for too long. But he shook his head from Aranea before looking back to you and crosses his arms over his chest. “You know I can do that too, right?”

“You can?!” The expression on your face showed him that you weren’t going to let him leave until you saw it for yourself. He let out a sigh as he pulled off his shirt, provoking a whistle from you and Aranea that got even the big man to blush. He sighed and flexed his muscles, just enough to let you reach over and put your phone on top of his pectorals. The gasp from you turned into a squeal that nearly reached an octave that would shatter glass. “You can…!”

He didn’t know whether or not to be smug about the fact that he could do that to impress you or to be awkward when you started to nuzzle your face into his pectorals as you had embraced him. But he shrugged a bit and hugged you back. “Told ya I could.”

“Man, how come I haven’t been blessed like you and Nea with these gifts from the Astrals?”

“And deal with back problems and nearly being suffocated when you-”

“IT’S WORTH IT, GLADIO, OKAY? I want a damn boob rack!”

He chuckled in response and shook his head. He soon let his hands wander down your back as he smirked down at you. “You know, you might not have a rack. But the Astrals blessed ya with something just as great.” You jolted as you felt him smack your backside and purr by your ear. “It is the best gift~”

Aranea groaned and rolled her eyes. “Get a room, you two.”

Ravus Nox Fleuret

This party definitely made you feel a bit uncomfortable as you watched the people around you. Women with curves, all mingling and gaining the attention of the men around you. You had just started to wear dresses to explore your more feminine side, and you looked good. But the fact that you had to dress so modestly right now was… Well, it was depressing. The dress you wore made your neck hot with how much it covered, and you had to have extra padding to at least blend in. You frowned and took a sip of your wine as you leaned against the balcony’s railing.

Ravus noticed how quiet you were. Not just now, but the entire night so far. He was happy and supportive of you wanting to express yourself, and he was happy to take you shopping for the gown that you wore. But with how unhappy you looked, he was only more worried. He leaned over, whispering by your ear. “If you like, we can go. I was never one for these gatherings either.”

“No… It’s not that.” Despite others looking curiously at you for being the infamous high commander – as his date no less – you weren’t too bothered by the gossip around you. You pursed your lips and looked over at Ravus. “Am I pretty enough, Ravus? I mean, I can’t show off anything like they can. But… I pass, right?”

Ravus let out a soft sigh and took your hand into his. A gentle gesture, he soon guided it over the place on his heart as his heterochromatic gaze locked onto yours. “I think you are the most beautiful face here tonight. Perhaps it may not mean much, but I believe you are the loveliest woman here.” You smiled back at him and nodded, bowing your head enough to place a kiss on your forehead. “If you want, we can still leave. It’s not too late to escape before we are forced to socialize with that wretched chancellor.”

You laughed in response, lightly tugging on Ravus’s coat as you kissed his cheek. “If we have to stay, we can at least drink until we actually are willing to put up with Ardyn.” You pat his chest as the two of you chuckled, but you paused as you pat his chest again. A bit more until you used both hands to do so. You paused and furrowed your eyebrows. “…Are you a B-cup or something…?”

“I beg your pardon?” His face began to redden as you pressed up against him to pat his chest more. He couldn’t meet your eye as you continued to feel him up a bit more. “Is there something amusing about my chest?”

“N-No. Not really…” You pursed your lips and let out a sigh in defeat. Only in your dreams…

Ravus looked down at you again as he noticed your expression. So with a soft breath, he wrapped his arms around your waist and kissed your forehead again. “You know… I heard that the store sells these ‘super push-up bras.’” You arched an eyebrow at him and tilted your head as he cleared his throat. “Lunafreya mentioned it before… I hear they do custom tailoring as well, upon appointment, that is. Would you like to go, perhaps…?”

You looked up at him, unable to stop the smiling from growing over his face. “Yeah… I’d like that.”

[amethysia]

Pretending (pt. 1)

(Hey guys! Had this little fic idea thanks to an RP blog. They were given the prompt of ‘pretend to be this character’s significant other’ and my little brain was like, DOOD THAT’D BE CUTE. So here is this~

BTW, “She” is GOING TO FINALLY END. Work has had me swamped and little energy to do anything besides loaf when I come home. So I’m not posting this as a ‘lol I’m too lazy to finiiiiiish’, I’m posting this because I can’t let a fresh idea rot XD

I also apologize for any grammar and spelling mistakes. Honestly, this was supposed to be a really short ficlet, but that did not happen XD

Enjoy! and Thank you!!!)

He held her close, as they swayed to the music. He breathed her in and felt his heart beat faster than it ever had. He had to tell her. He had to.

 The Vishkar corporation had yet another mission for Satya: find out what their competitors were really dealing in. They had gained an internal tip that a rival company may be dealing in weapons smuggling. This very company was also going to hold a gala in honor of the company's new CEO, and Satya was to gather intel and leave before anyone could suspect her of learning the truth. There was just one catch, she had to go in with an escort, due to company relations and the type of work Satya could do. Her superiors tried to find someone suitable, yet anyone who was able to was either already sent out on other business, or they just did not have the time. "We apologize for the inconvenience Miss Vaswani. We are looking for an escort for you to draw off any suspicion. Mr. Corpal wanted to attend himself, however he is in another country at the moment." said the Vishkar superior. "It is alright," Satya said with a small smile,  "When is the gala? If you send the date and time, I may be able to gather an escort for myself. That way, no one can suspect the Vishkar organization of any wrong doings and it won't be an inconvenience to anyone in the company." The superior nodded, "I will send you the information. If you do procure an escort of your own, please make sure to inform us. If you still need us to search for one, we will be more than happy to. We can also look into a sister company for someone reputable as well." "Thank you," Satya replied. The call ended with finalized information for the mission. Satya's personal computer glowed with the familiar blue that most of her creations had, making light blinks as she touched and tapped at certain windows. An escort. Satya thought about what that meant. A person who would pose as someone close to her, to draw attention away when she questioned someone or had to sneak into another part of the building. Overwatch had a lot of people who were great candidates to help, however, many of them had recognizable faces or were people who were pronounced deceased.  Her mind wrapped around the possibilities. Pose someone off as a relative? This would be a good possibility, however, probably not a good distraction, since no one knew her growing up and many people knew her as a Vishkar prodigy since childhood. Perhaps say they are a business partner? That would possibly draw more suspicion. A friend, significant other, or spouse might be the best possible choice, since it would seem more likely that someone like that would still be learning about her and make up things easier, albeit there could be some stories that could be fudged and would need to be rehearsed. Her choices were slim if it came to this option. She thought of someone she could act with, someone she could be at ease with and they in turn could act and carry conversation. She thought of Tracer, a person who has seen it all and was a wonderful conversationalist. However, Tracer was to be sent out three days prior to the gala on a mission with Mercy and Reinhardt. Which also meant those two were out of the picture as well. Morrison or Ana would be good candidates, but they themselves have had reputations from the early days of Overwatch, and were considered deceased. Winston would be an option, but she also thought of him being too much of a distraction. Few others remained.  She approached Zenyatta and Genji, but the two were being sent out on a mission with D. Va and Lucio that very night and wouldn't return till much later. Mcree had asked for personal time off the week of the gala and Hanzo refused point blank. Torbjorn mocked and laughed at her. Bastion wasn't a safe option and neither was Orisa. Pharah had to go to her company to receive repairs on her Raptora. Mei and Zarya had been out of the country working on gathering information on Talon activity and would be returning the day after the gala. That left only two people.  These two were unpredictable. They had quite the reputation for themselves and Satya figured it would be out of the question. They just would not be an option.  Time flew by and there were only a few days before the gala. Vishkar still could not find anyone available, even from a sister company. Fate was playing a cruel joke on her. She gathered her nerves and decided to ask the only two people left.  Junkrat and Roadhog were very unusual fellows. A tall, goliath of a man, quiet and dangerous, and a hunched over wild man, tall, loud, destructive genius and lover of explosives and demolition. Her choices were definitely few. She did not dislike the Junkers, but they were well known for their crimes and that would possibly pose a problem for her mission. Never the less, she had to try. This mission was important to Vishkar and she had to work hard at delivering as she always had.  She asked Roadhog first. He was working in the hangar on his motorcycle, giving her his eyeless glare from his mask. She apologized for any inconvenience or any discomfort from her question, for she feared that her very presence disturbed him. He rumbled a surprisingly polite refusal, because he was not fond of large crowds and he wasn't sure what kind of food they would be serving. She thanked him and turned to find the only one left.  She wanted very much to sway Hanzo or even Torbjorn, but she knew neither would ever agree. Hanzo's pride was as great as his stubbornness, and Torbjorn, well, he was Torbjorn.  Junkrat was in the workshop, covered in soot and brushing away some smoke that wafted in his face. She shook her head as she saw him. He was definitely an odd one. She wasn't afraid of him or dislike him, it was just that she knew he'd outright refuse because he'd have to be around 'suits'.  When they first began working together, it was a little rigid and most, if any talking was 'professional'. They did not have many conversations until Winston had them working on projects together. She got along alright with most of everyone in Overwatch, but few really had conversations with her like he did. He would start conversations at random, mostly when he was turning ideas around in his mind and he would ask out loud if a certain math formula made sense. Most of it was very calm and sometimes the conversations were mild, much to her surprise. She found herself reminding him of many things, her attention to the detail somehow helped him remember certain things he had to do for missions or projects. Somehow, her constant planning and stern attitude towards work seemed to help Junkrat focus at times. Torbjorn would comment that her 'nagging' was finally useful for something.  She walked into the work room, leaving the door open to ventilate the smoke. The air was definitely rich with the scent of gun powder. She let out a few coughs, which caught Junkrat's attention. "Oi! How's it goin'!" he said, letting out a few coughs of his own. "I am alright. You look as though you are not," she said, remarking the extra soot and look of frustration on his face. "Yeah. Th'damn things not working the way I want it to. Probably time for a break. What're you gonna work on?" he asked as he turned what looked to be a small land mine in his hands. Satya leaned on the desk that she used, not far from his own. Junkrat used his desk as more of a tool box and shelving unit, because he preferred to work on the floor, which also gained him scolding from both Satya and Torbjorn about posture and shared space. Nevertheless, he used the floor. She let out a sigh and looked towards the floor at some screws and bits of metal, "I'm actually in need of something. You see, I've asked practically everyone and it doesn't seem like anyone can assist me. I came to you last because, well, I'm sure you would not be entirely up to it." He sat crossed legged on the floor and straightened up, raising a brow and putting his failed mine in his metal hand. He cleared his throat, "Ah well, I dunno, might be able to." She sighed deeply and pushed herself from her desk and walked over, closer to his working area on the ground. "Well, I have a mission coming up for Vishkar. I have to find out what one of our rival companies is up to. However, I was asked to bring an escort. I need someone to pose as someone who knows me well for a gala. But I know you are not into these sort of things, especially since there are going to be a lot of what you call, 'suits' there." She crossed her arms and continued to stare at the ground, "No one else is able to accompany me and I apologize for bringing this up. I just don't know what to do. Even my supervisor can't seem to find someone. I could do this mission alone, but it is risky if I choose to do so." She looked up to face him and she saw his brows knit in concern. Her own expression softened and just as she was about to tell him 'never mind', he spoke up.  "I mean...If it's dangerous for you to go alone, I can see if I ain't busy that arvo. When is it?" Her eyes widened, "It...It's in three days from now. At 7 in the evening at the Grand Hotel in Madrid. It is a formal attire event, but truly, you do not have-" He raised a hand to stop her sentence, "C'mon Symm. We both know I ain't into fancy shindigs like you, but if you need someone to help you, I don't mind goin'. 'Sides, eating rich people food and talking down to them might be a real ripper!" He flashed her a wide grin, his gold teeth gleaming. She let out a deep breath, "Junkrat, I...I truly appreciate this. I will give you and Roadhog a copy of the information and itinerary for this mission. And again, thank you. I will do my best to also make sure that you are comfortable during the gala and we can rehearse some things." She almost felt like she was holding her breath the whole time. She excused herself from the workroom and began preparations for the mission. It would be hard work for the next few days to help Junkrat get into character, but Satya was determined to make sure everything would go perfect, even if she had an imperfect chaperone.

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2 , 8 , 14 , 18 , 22 , 27 , 35 , 40 , 46 , 50

character solidifying! (accepting!)

Their mother? How do they think of her? What do they hate? Love? What influence - literal or imagined - did the mother have?

[Ed’s mother did not have much influence in his life, or rather, that’s what he thinks. In comparison to his father who was rather active in being an asshole his upbringing, his mother remained rather passive. No matter what Ed’s father did, she did not interfere, playing the role of the good obeying wife, and when she did, it was to support her husband, not her son. Sometimes, she told Ed (who she called ‘Eddie’ when she wanted to be ‘nice’ to him) that what his father did was for his own good and that they both really wanted to love him, but couldn’t because he just couldn’t behave (not very directly, mind you, but it was heavily implied.Still, if you asked Ed in his early 20s, even though he would recognise that his mother wasn’t the best of people, he would still say something nice of her –that she was polite for example, mostly to prevent follow up questions, but also because for a big part of his life, Ed thought that it was his fault that his parents behaved the way they did.]

How does your character feel about religion?

[he certainly does not believe in God, he is an atheist. for the most part, he tries to be respectful when it comes to other people’s religions, but the moment they say something along the lines of “it’s in God’s hands”, he lowkey calls them out…or if he is in a good mood, he just rolls his eyes.]

Were they involved at school? Sports? Clubs? Debate? Were they unconnected? 

[Despite what his father wanted, Ed was definitely never into sports or debates or anything that would draw too much attention. He was at the chess & science club, but of course neither of these involved many people. Still, he enjoyed doing experiments and he spent more time on them than he should have]

What did they find abroad, and what did they remember?

[He hasn’t really traveled. He went to Canada once, but that’s as far as he ever went to. One day, he would love to travel to Europe though and more specifically to CERN in Switzerland]

Who are their friends? Lovers? ‘Type’ or ‘ideal’ partner?

[He certainly doesn’t have many friends haha. He doesn’t even believe he can get friends, if he is truly himself, let alone lovers. Now his ideal lovers for the most part of his life, are women he thinks he should fall in love with; they are beautiful, smart and more or less they follow the norms. But what he really wants, in both friendships and romantic relationships, is someone closer to his intellectual level, but mostly someone that would accept him for who he is…and someone that will love him unconditionally. Although he doesn’t really think that love is unconditional and even though he will not admit it, he doesn’t think that anyone can really fall in love with him. :’) ]

How do they relate to their appearance? How do they wear their clothing? Style? Quality?

[Ed relates his appearance to how he feels quite a lot tbh. He loves formal clothing, but even that can change. When he was in the GCPD, his clothes were more conservative. When he was working for Oswald, he started wearing suits (cause also Os complimented him, I mean), but they were certainly more stylish, making him look more serious. Then and whenever he doesn’t feel like himself, he still wears suits but they are either too flamboyant or just a loose tie. And somewhere along the way and slowly but surely, he started wearing green because he loved it and that was his signature colour, something that would make him stand out]

Do they always rationalize errors? How do they accept disasters and failures?

[He tries to rationalise everything, even things he shouldn’t. But when it comes to errors, he has very hard time accepting them, because he thinks his planning and way of thinking, does not allow for any mistakes. And when mistakes are made, he does everything in his power to fix them]

How is their sense of humor? Do they have one?

[he certainly thinks so, hahaha. He loves puns even if they are really bad tbh. although, every now and then, his jokes are really funny.]

Is your character tall? Short? What about size? Weight? Posture? How do they feel about their physical body?

[he is tall-ish, around 1.84m/6 ft. He is slim, and even though for a long of time he felt like he was weak because he wasn’t muscular and he doesn’t know how to fight. Although as he gained more confidence, he cared less about that and he decided to actually use his intellectual abilities to defend himself and to become someone stronger. His posture became more straight (the only straight thing about him xD) and firm]

What are the prevailing facial expressions? Sour? Cheerful? Dominating?

[certainly cheerful, although there are different kind of ‘cheerful’ for him too. sometimes and most of the times really, it’s genuine, even if it’s brief. But there are other times, the whole grinning/laughing thing is just a facade because he does not want anyone to see that he is affected by anything, that anyone can hurt him. He thinks that no one can see through it, and the majority do not see through it (only Lucius did tbh), but if you really look into his eyes, you can see that his grin never really reaches them]