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knight-of-flowerss · 24 days ago

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dad!trucker cregan would go crazy 😛😋

like…lets be real reader would be pregnant all of time with an army of his lil clones

OH MY GOD YES I WAS THINKING THE EXACT SAME THINGGGG 🙏🙏 THANK YOU ANON FOR THISSS

MDNI 18+!!!

Dad!Trucker!Cregan x Pregnant!Reader.

MASTERLIST

I got another ask like this but imma focus more on domestic Cregan in it but knowing him he's probs gonna say summin horny or do summin so 😭

Here is the other blurb

🛻•Trucker!Cregan 100%, absolutely loves to stuff you full of his kids, I mean, come on, have you seen the dude?

🛻•He hasn't even put a ring on it yet but you're already pregnant, seven months down.

🛻•I mean, can you even be surprised? He doesn't care. He's selfish. He never wanted to use condoms, hated them, he doesn't care what you think. He wants it raw, so you take it raw.

🛻•His favourite thing to do when you’re pregnant is making you ride him. Your libido is through the fucking roof as you're practically humping his thigh like a chihuahua.

🛻•Fucking evil. You're so whiny as you ride him nice and slow, his shit eating grin as he rests his large, calloused hands on your hips. Not moving you, just resting there. Letting you do all the fucking work.

🛻•But, kudos to Cregan because even though he gets more of a fucking prick at some points when you're pregnant (like making you ride him), he does give a lot more.

🛻•Whenever he drives you anywhere in his big truck, whether it's to get food or shopping for the baby, he loves to finger you in the passenger seat while he drives.

🛻•I mean, who is he to deny you when you want to fuck him 24/7? That's exactly what he wants to do to you.

🛻•Seeing you swollen, pregnant with his baby, it drives him fucking feral. Normally, he loved going on his long haul drives, it made you whiny and begging for more. He fucking lived for it. But when you're pregnant? You're horny all the time and he can't handle not being inside of you.

🛻•When he would get back after a few days? Fuck. You'd be all over him, he swears his cock is dry by the end of the night, he physically can't cum anymore. And even when he's on the road, you send him the most slutty and gorgeous pictures, even a video every now and then.

🛻•But ever since you got pregnant? You're both desperate, he literally makes you sit on FaceTime for most of his long drives, just watching you fuck yourself with the dildo he made.

🛻•A bit off topic, but Trucker!Cregan 100% made a mould of his cock to turn into a dildo for you. In his eyes, you're made for his cock and his cock only.

🛻•By the time he's been with for you a few years, you have four kids under four and pregnant again. It's as if he can't stand to see you empty.

🛻•Also, one thing he loves about you when you're pregnant is how sensitive your tits are. As I've said before, Trucker!Cregan is selfish. He would never give you pleasure unless he got something in return.

🛻•So he loved your sensitive tits 'cause whenever you get angry at him, he grabs your hips, albeit softer than when you're not pregnant, and pushes you against whatever surface is near.

🛻•"Who you think ya talkin' t'? Huh?" He'd growl into your ear as his hand moves up your jumper, grabbing your tit, milk seeping through the fabric before he tweaks your nipple softly. You're so sensitive that just his words were enough to make you a whimpering mess and with the added pleasure of his hand, you're gone.

🛻•And even though he loved getting you pregnant, the kids fucking annoy him most of the time. Not that he doesn't love them, but because he can't have a moments fucking peace with you.

🛻•He'll be balls deep inside of you, pillows stuffed behind the bed frame to muffle the banging from your kids. His hand grips your mouth, clasping down as he fucks you, getting lost in the moment before a scream rips through the air. You get concerned, trying to push Cregan off to check on your poor baby but he just pins your hips down and fucks you harder.

🛻•He tries to ignore it, he really does, but the moment a cry racks the house, his boner faded inside of you. Cockblock. He doesn't pull out because he's concerned for his kid, he pulls out because you beg him to. If it was him, he'd say 'fuck the kid' and keep on going until he got hard again. But hearing you telling him to get off and his kid sobbing at the door. Yeah. Major boner killer.

🛻•All Cregan wants to do is fuck you silly like the good little slut he knows that you are. No matter what, no matter how selfish he is, you'll always come back for more. Even if he's old enough to be your dad, even if he's gotten you pregnant more times than he's met your parents, you love him. Actually, you have like zero clue if it's actually love or just plain lust.

🛻•But one thing you do know? No matter how much he thinks you're his, no matter how much he thinks he wears the pants in your relationship, you know the truth. He's pussy whipped, you've got him wrapped around your finger, he would do literally anything to see your pussy.

🛻•Also, Dad!Trucker!Cregan one million percent fucks your face in the school parking lot while waiting for your two eldest kids at kindergarten. He knows it's perverted, but fuck, those pretty eyes, heavy tits, swollen belly? His dick immediately springs up, he can't help it.

I lowkey went all over the place with this one 😭 so it's a bit messy but Cregan is a horny messy guy, so, it makes sense.

Tags: @thethreeeyed-raven @lost-in-fiction-like-ur-mom

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angelsberrymilk · 26 days ago

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Give Me Back What's Mine (pt. 3)

check pinned for previous parts | ao3 link

samboy - Soldier Boy x Sam Winchester

3k words

summary: PSYCHOLOGICAL DAMAGE AND TORTURE RRAAAAHHHHH teehee im just kidding. dean suffers a little, he bullies castiel, sam gets a couple hours of peace, soldier boy is a little tame, not too much tho, and indulges them a little bit cuz he thinks they're stupid and dean fumbles the bag (his brother).

tw: dean bullying cas, suicidal!dean, homophobic language, (pls check out the ao3 link for ALL tags/tw)

a/n: you prob can tell i had loads of fun writing this haha. and i really hope you enjoy reading it too <3 a reblog would be nice, a comment too or some nice tags would make my day <3 much love to everyone reading and enjoying samboy w me !!!

Dean's hand suddenly feels cool under Castiel's own - or maybe it was warm but Dean couldn't feel it because his hand was just that hot - his flesh glowing yellow. Dean feels the angel's grace seep into his flesh, mending his broken hand in no time. When the angel is done, he pulls his hand back and clenches his hand in a fist, turning it over and dropping it by his side, looking at Sam sleeping on his bed.

What Sam was doing could not be described as sleep, he technically was, but Dean saw how as soon as Sam managed to climb on the bed, he all but passed out, body shutting down immediately. He couldn't even take his shoes off or get under the covers before his body gave out.

Dean, with the help of Castiel, tucked Sam in, making sure he was comfortable and had his hair away from his tired face. It's been about ten minute since Sam completely passed out and the angel fixed his hand and now Dean was sitting on the chair by Sam's desk, dread eating at him like never before.

Castiel stared at the man with pity in his eyes, sitting on the floor, his back to Sam's bed, "What now?"

As soon as he spoke, Dean's expression changed in the blink of an eye, "Why didn't you smite him?"

Dean looked furious then, glaring at Castiel with so much poison that it took the angel by surprise. Castiel clenched his hands then, expecting Dean to jump and try to kill him by Sam's bed. "To smite someone, I have to touch them," Castiel still answered, being careful not to take his eyes off Dean for even half a second, in case he tries to slash his throat open with a pencil in a fit of rage.

Castiel watched the man's shoulders rise and fall, his left eye twitching a little and he finally looked away, gathering his head in his hands, "Did you see that? He didn't have a single scratch on him. He didn't even feel anything,"Dean sounded defeated and frustrated, "What the fuck is he?"

"I don't know," Castiel answered when he didn't need to, it was mostly a rhetorical question, and it seemed to piss Dean even more, "You don't? How old are you, buddy? 10,000 years old? And you don't know?" Dean's voice got louder the more he spoke and Castiel winced, "You'll wake Sam up,"

Dean hissed, "Oh, shut up,"

But he did whisper those last words, taking into consideration his baby brother sleeping in the room.

Dean hated himself then, hated that he was practically hiding in Sam's room with Castiel from the monster outside, Soldier Boy. He felt like he was a coward, like everything his daddy taught him not to be. But then, John probably never imagined there ever could be someone else from another universe with his son's face. Dean wondered then, if he existed somewhere else under a different name, does Sam? Their mum? Their dad? Are they alive and well, all together as a proper family, apple pie life and all?

Who knows. All Dean really cares about at this moment is finding a way to figure out what Soldier Boy is, and how to kill him, or at least get rid of him, because Dean does not want to share Sam, under any circumstances.

Dean looked at his brother, sleeping on the bed, in the same position Dean left him. A little shiver of panic suddenly washed over Dean, he got up from his seat, ignoring Castiel on the floor and leaned down over Sam's sleeping figure, he took two of his fingers and held them under Sam's nose, when he felt a little wind he sighed in relief, patting Sammy's hair down and straightening back up.

"Get out of the room, Sam needs to rest," Dean said without looking at the angel and opened the door, stepping out. Castiel following after him. Dean switched the lights off and slowly closed the door.

Castiel didn't move then, standing there, looking at Dean expectantly. Dean finally looked at him, "Go and look for some explanations about this guy, if anyone knows where he's from and what he is,"

"You're going to talk to him? Alone?" Castiel frowned in concern.

"I know what I'm doing, just go," Dean waved his hand dismissively and turned around, making his way back to the room where they left Soldier Boy.

Castiel didn't say anything and left with a flap of his wings, disappearing in the blink of an eye.

Dean doesn't know what he's doing.

If anything, he only knows how to be persistent and hard headed, and unfortunately for him, it proved to be extremely amusing to Soldier Boy, who was sitting on a chair, by their big table in the common room.

Dean was glaring daggers at the man, hasn't said a word since he caught him having another beer in the common room. The man had seven of them, empty, on the table, and a half eaten bag of peanuts. Dean simply took a seat on the far corner of the table, his gun digging at his hip, tucked in his waistband.

The hunter really thought he'd have some questions lined up by the time he found this fucking guy. But right as he saw his face, he couldn't say anything. He didn't know what to ask. There was so many things that Dean wanted to know, and he didn't know where to start.

Luckily, or unluckily for him, Soldier Boy broke the silence, "What?"

"What?" Dean repeated, glare stuck to his face.

"What do you wanna know?" Soldier Boy smirked, staring down at his fingernails.

"I don't want to know anything," Dean quickly said, and he immediately regretted it because why did he even say that? He wants to know so much! But his mouth spoke before his brain registered it. He felt like he should be defiant, like he should fight this guy.

"Oh, sure you do, look at you, you're dying for it," Soldier Boy chuckled, mean and nasty.

Dean inhaled sharply, his fingers tingling for the metal of his gun, even though he knows it won't do shit to this man, "What are you?"

"I'm America's Golden Boy & Saving Grace; Soldier Boy," Ben said, chest puffed out and everything.

"Yeah, right, why are you not dead?" Dean tried again.

"Cuz I can't, I'm invincible," Ben lied, knowing full well that his previous team of Supes managed to trap him because apparently he was bringing (more like terrorising) them down or whatever the fuck. Soldier Boy was betrayed, but Dean doesn't need to know that.

"So you're what? Superman?" Dean said.

"Who the fuck's that?" Soldier Boy frowned, disgusted to be compared to anyone.

"A comic book super-hero,"

"So he's not real?"

"No,"

"Huh, I guess I'm the only one in your world now,"

"Not for long,"

Soldier Boy stared at Dean for a minute and snorted, "Why do you hate me? I saved your brother's ass,"

"Because you made him do things he doesn't want," Dean hissed and Ben looked around, as if this was some sort of joke and burst out laughing when he realised Dean was very serious, "You think—?" Soldier Boy laughed, slapping the table and Dean bristled at the sound, the memory of Sammy kissing Soldier Boy making him want to shoot himself.

"Everything that Sammy ever did was out of his own will, I mean, I admit sometimes he needed a bit of encouragement but he got there, eventually," Soldier Boy hummed, Dean's expression getting more disturbed as he went on.

"What do you mean everything?" Dean's mouth went dry.

Soldier Boy licked his lower lip, "Did you know your brother was a fag, Dean? The things these little boys do for cock, lucky for him, I was there, to keep him safe of course,"

Dean's head was getting dizzy, what in the fuck is this guy even on about?

Worst of all, Dean couldn't tell if he was lying to fuck with him or not, it was awful, especially since he wore his fucking face and had his voice. Even Dean was a good liar, he has to, to be a good hunter, and it was difficult for him to attempt to read this guy's words.

"You should thank me, Dean. For keeping our princess safe," Soldier Boy smirked.

"Don't call him that," Dean gritted through his teeth.

Soldier Boy laughed again and got up, Dean tensed his body so he wouldn't flinch and watched the man make his way towards one of the doors, adjusting the tent in his jeans.

"Where are you going?" Dean quickly got up.

"To take a piss," Soldier Boy grunted.

Dean contemplated letting this guy look aimlessly for the toilet in the maze that was their bunker, but then the mental image of Soldier Boy just taking a piss on a random wall in the hallway flashed in his head. Dean clenched his jaw and caught up with the man, "We don't have toilets here, you'll have to go outside,"

Soldier Boy raised his brow, "You're a shit liar, you know that?"

Dean's eyes widened a little and Soldier Boy walked past him, their shoulders bumping as he made his way down the hallway.

Sam wakes up the next day. He's groggy and his memory takes a while to catch up with him so he doesn't realise when he turns to look at his side for Ben, until he's met with nothing but his desk in his own room.

Sam jumps out of bed, heart hammering in his chest and rushes to the sink on the wall, splashing water on his face, staring at his messy hair and pulling the collar of his shirt down, expecting bruises to be there, like teeth marks and hickies, but he doesn't see anything.

He also realises he can feel the cold of the ground, he looks down and sees his socked feet. He remembers feeling off at the motel room with Soldier Boy, and then he remembers bright lights and— Oh.

He's home.

Sam finds his slippers under the bed and slips them on, leaving his room to find Dean or Castiel.

What he doesn't expect to find is Castiel in the common room sitting 3 chairs away from Soldier Boy, who was drinking beer and flipping through a pile of dusty skin mags. He looked half focused on the pages, flipping them this and that way, snorting and flipping on to the next one.

"Cas, what's going on?"

Castiel and Soldier Boy look up at him at the same time, Castiel looks relieved while Soldier Boy looks happy? Sam really can't tell with this man, if he's truly happy to see him, or just happy that he gets to terrorise Sammy again, and worst of all, Sam isn't sure if he really minds it or not.

"Morning, princess," Soldier Boy leers at him and Sam crosses his arms over his chest, uncomfortable. He looks at Castiel, who glares at Soldier Boy for him and gets up, standing by Sam's side, "How are you feeling?"

Sam smiles a little, "Much better, thanks Cas,"

Castiel smiles at him, reaching over to gently squeeze one of his shoulders.

"Where's Dean?" Sam looks around for his brother, and he's nowhere to be seen.

"He's getting things ready so we can test—" Castiel waves at Soldier Boy.

"Soldier Boy," The man says over his shoulder, feet on the table and when he's done flipping through a magazine he chucks it on the floor, by the feet of the chair.

"His name is Ben," Sam pinches the bridge of his nose and Castiel nods once.

"We're doing some tests to figure out what he is, he may be a 'superhero' where he comes from but maybe we have another name for it in our world," Castiel explains and Sam nods.

"What happened when I was out?" Sam asks.

"I went and asked around if anyone knows about this," Castiel starts, Soldier Boy lowering his magazine to pay attention. "He has to be from another world, but nobody really knows how he ended up here, or how you even ended up in his world,"

"Okay, thanks, Cas," Sam smiles and that's when Dean comes back in the room, "Everything's ready,"

"Finally," Soldier Boy rolls his eyes and slams the magazine on the table, downing the rest of his beer and leaving the bottle on the table, he rolls his shoulders and looks at Sam, "Come on, Sammy,"

Sam looks at his brother, and he can see in his eyes that he's still worried about him, Dean takes a long look at him and Sam knows he wants to ask if he's okay, so Sam smiles a little and nods once, Dean nodding and turning around, leading Soldier Boy and Castiel to the dungeon.

Sam goes to the kitchen and gets a small water bottle out from the fridge and follows them, drinking half of it in the way.

There was a chair in the middle of a devil's trap, both on the floor and on the ceiling, with a table right next to it with some equipment. Soldier Boy sits on the chair without being told and looks around the dusty room. Dean approaches the man with a pair of handcuffs with little devil traps etched onto them. Soldier Boy looks at him and the handcuffs, then makes no move at raising his hands. Dean's shoulders tense and he looks like he's about to deck him in the mouth when Sam grabs his brother by the shoulder and moves him to the side. He takes the handcuffs and holds them in front of Soldier Boy.

"What's that on it?" Soldier Boy asks.

"Devil traps," Sam answers, dry.

"You really believe in this shit, don't you?" Ben smirks and sticks his hands out, the handcuffs clicking shut. He pulls at them, the metal easily bending and as soon as Sam sees it, he puts his hand on Soldier Boy's wrist, "Don't,"

Ben doesn't say anything and Sam turns around, walking out of the circle and looking at Dean.

"Alright, first I'll read a prayer and you tell me if you feel anything,"

"Like what? Burning?" Soldier Boy scoffs and Dean starts reciting the prayer by heart, Latin filling the room as Soldier Boy watches him like he's lost his damn mind. When Dean's done, nothing happens, so he goes ahead and grabs a silver bullet, "Hold this,"

Soldier Boy does as he's asked without a fuss, which is a miracle in of itself.

When nothing happens and Soldier Boy just thumbs at the thing, Dean sighs and snatches it from his hand, then he grabs an angel blade and Soldier Boy raises a brow.

"Maybe I should do it?" Sam quickly suggests but Dean ignores him, pushing Ben's sleeve up and digging the tip of his blade in his skin, pushing, trying to pierce it, and when he fails, Dean huffs in frustration, "Cas,"

Castiel moves, taking the blade off the man and trying himself, he grips Ben's arm in one hand and the blade in another, focusing his strength on trying to pierce it. This time Soldier Boy's lip twitches, he looks down at his arm then back up at the angel. The angel blade doesn't even put a dent in his arm, so Castiel tries harder, his eyes glowing blue and Soldier Boy clenches his hand.

"Am I hurting you?" Castiel asks.

"Okay, get the fuck off me, you're wasting my fucking time," Soldier Boy pushes the angel off and snaps the handcuffs off like they're made out of paper.

"We're not done," Dean stands in front of the entrance, as if that'll do anything.

Soldier Boy snarls, "We're done when I say we're done, boy, move,"

"Ben, listen, we only have one more test left, it's just holy water," Sam quickly says, pointing at the flipping bucket that Dean has prepared. Sam cups his hand and dips it in, taking a sip, "See?"

Soldier Boy looks at him then rolls his eyes, approaching the table and looking down at the bucket, "What now?"

"Put your hand in it," Castiel tells him and Sam grabs his brother by the arm and drags him away from the other two.

"Why did you bring a whole bucket of holy water and a towel?" Sam hisses under his breath.

"What? It's the fucking test! He's unusually strong so he needs a higher dose!" Dean throws his hands in the air.

"Right, you wanted to waterboard him with Holy Water!"

"No, I wasn't,"

"Don't lie to me, Dean. I know you,"

"Well fuck me for trying to find a way to get answers out of him while your ass was sleeping,"

Sam's hands were clenched into fists, he clenched his jaw and his eyes stung, how dare Dean claim he was somehow tapped out of whatever this is, when Sam was the one trapped with Soldier Boy for weeks. For God sake he was just back a couple of hours ago!

"Fine," Sam hissed, he turned around, his hair almost hitting Dean in the face and marching over to grab Ben by the wrist, "We're leaving,"

"Leaving?!" Dean almost shrieked.

Soldier Boy smirked and let himself be dragged out of the room by Sam.

"Leaving where? You just got back," Castiel says, a little dissapointed that he doesn't get to hang out with the hunter.

"Well clearly you're happy to see me," Sam spits and Dean looks shocked, absolutely baffled at Sam's audacity.

"Castiel do something!" He turns to the angel, who only shrugs. He would do something if Soldier Boy was the one dragging Sammy away, but he wasn't. Sam was upset with his brother and Castiel really doesn't see it as a reason to get involved, especially since Castiel's unsure if Soldier Boy had the capacity to kill him or not.

Sam and Soldier Boy leave the room, followed by Dean, who's trying to apologise, to convince Sam to stay but Sam doesn't want to hear any of it.

Eventually Castiel hears the sound of the bunker's door slam shut and a crashing sound, probably chairs hitting some shelves, and a very angry, "SON OF A BITCH!"

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laveens-pearl · 19 days ago

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BUNNYMUNDxFEM!Human reader

A.k.a. -The Easter Adventure-

Summary: after falling asleep, reader randomly finds herself waking up in the realm of Easter and it’s grumpy Guardian who’s not at all excited to have a human strolling around three weeks before his favorite holiday

->the story does not follow the plot of the movie

HAPPY ENDING ( :33 my loves, will probs have more parts, but not yet)

WARNINGS: a grumpy bunny (for now)

Next chapter updated here:

Part One

It was a warm day somewhere around the end of March. The weather was warm as you got ready for bed, and the light spring breeze filled your heart.

The first results of the entrance exams were quite satisfactory and so maybe you didn’t have to worry yourself all over your head whether you’d be accepted at the far reaches of the world for university.

You’d fallen asleep quite fast, swaying in a mere, dark calmness, without the sheer idea of what would await you the next morning.

—-

You woke up to a warm breeze stroking your hair. It was quite calm, and fulfilling, and you smiled to yourself remembering how long it’s been since you’ve had such nice weather outside.

Turning to your side you brought your fingers to your face and… wait a minute. Was that grass?

Your eyes struck open at once, and you let out a surprised squeal.

This was definitely not your bed, not even close. It wasn’t even the same town, had someone asked you to guess.

Somehow, you were lying under the bright blue sky in a glazing, green field that seemed like it has just gotten torn from a pages of a fantasy book. Or a Pinterest board.

Lush, green trees, blooming flowers and mosh covered rocks surrounded you wherever you glanced, birds chirped between the leaves and the whole area carried an air of Spring with it.

You yawned a little, and stretched your arms.

The next thing you noticed was a weird.. stomping noise. You didn’t even realize as it came right from below you at first. The next moment you rolled back behind a smaller rock, breathing out a scream as you barely avoided being crushed flat by a huge, moving.. egg?

The thing was definitely a statue, with functioning legs, arms, and a happy face carved into the front.

You didn’t see any machine that could’ve operated it tho, nor people or anybody else around. Quite the opposite: the thing seemed to move completely on its own.

Your heart rate quickened, as you noticed even more statues brashly, but seemingly harmlessly marching along the field, and this time, the grumpy face carved into their backs caught your eyes as well. Could they change moods like dolls maybe?

When they finally passed, you peeked out from your hiding place, then slowly, and very carefully rose back, walking as soundlessly as possible as you tried to figure out where you were.

You’ve had lively dreams before, and while this wasn’t the worst ( man, the sights?!) it was definitely the weirdest one by far.

The thomping eggs weren’t too hard to miss, so you decided to follow them from a distance, as they marched down into a peaceful valley. During the stroll, you took in your surroundings, noticing even more eggs walking along other paths, and some lean, unusually huge flowers that hatched small white things which seemed to have a mind of their own too.

Everything was so unique around here that no matter how you tried, you couldn’t guess where or how you’d gotten hold of the idea of such a place. Not bad for a dream anyway.

You were so busy guessing you didn’t notice the small, white bundle peaking back up at you and so you murmured another small squeak as the little creature brushed past your ankles.

You were equally taken aback to notice it wasn’t some kind of plant as you’d previously thought. No, this was also an egg, finally a normal one, except for its small legs, that just ran past you like it was the most normal thing on earth.

-Okay, this is definitely mental..-

After a few moments, you decided you might as well wander around a little with the eggs, when a deep, crusty cough sounded behind you.

-Khm. Excuse me-you whipped your head around, and almost broke into another scream at the sight-Just what the hell are you doing here?

Look at who Lady Luck’s shining today: After the disturbingly huge amount of eggs, you seemed to have found their Guardian too.

Your mouth fell slightly agape as you stared at him:

Before you stood a walking, talking and seemingly quite angry bunny.

-Well how am I supposed to know? These dreams are random really-you retorted with a small, nervous chuckle glancing up at him-hello to you too.

The creatures you’d seen in dreams had never spoken to you before, nor had they tried to interview you.

His behavior wasn’t the only weird thing about this bunny though: he was tall, much taller than you, in a lean shape, standing confidently on two feet.

He had green eyes, and grey fur with black marks all over his body which, if they weren’t on an animal, you’d say looked like tattoos.

At your response he quirked a skeptical brow, because yes, he had those too, and took a step closer.

-A drea.. what? This is not a dream, it’s the Warren. And I’d appreciate it if you didn’t step on my eggs-just as you were about to correct him another white little thingy appeared between your ankles and you instantly jumped a few feet away, entirely startled.

-The Warren? Now that’s an interesting name-you murmured thoughtfully, glancing around-I’d rather say Easter Egg Land.

When you noticed another cold glance from him you quickly decided to switch topics.

-What do you mean by your eggs? You believe you own this place?

You had to ask, this was a dream after all, and you were more than ready to inquire about the proprietor. He on the other hand didn’t seem to appreciate the effort.

Taking another step closer, he almost towered over you as his green eyes narrowed onto your small form.

-I don’t believe, i know-he murmured, his voice even deeper and more threatening than before-the only one who believes here is you, and it’s clearly in stupid things.

-Okay, now no need to be rude Mister-you huffed, crossing your arms, absentmindedly realizing you were still in your comfy pajamas-if nothing else, you owe me an explanation. I’d hardly know where I am otherwise.

He quirked his other brow as well, and a little smirk appeared on the corner of his lips. For some odd reason, it all made you feel like you were talking to a human and not a 6 foot tall, overly moody mammal.

-Since you’re the one who barged in here unannounced, I don’t feel like I owe you anything-he retorted, the hint of a smirk still playing on his lips.

You didn’t appreciate when people were rude to you in general, but his cocky behavior ignited the spark of rebellion in your teenage heart almost instantly. You looked back up at him with a defiant smirk of your own.

-Shall I ask one of your beloved eggs then?-turning on your heels, you started off towards a distant patch of grass in search of any creatures, but you didn’t get much further than where you stood before.

-No, don’t do that! Wait a damn minute-you heard his voice a little more startled and the next moment he jumped in front of you, faster than you’d have anticipated-‘kay fine. Just don’t touch the eggs, alright?

-Why, are they sensitive?-you teased, chuckling a little which he obviously didn’t appreciate.

-Yes they are, and I am too, so I advise you stop stomping around before I do something I’m going to regret-he sneered, staring sternly down at you.

-Fine-you mumbled, crossing your arms. This is still weird as hell-are you gonna answer me then?

He glanced at you dumbfounded for a moment before he groaned annoyed, muttering something inaudible.

-Yeah. My name’s Bunnymund, and as I’ve said, this is the Warren. Easter Egg Land, or whatever that is you said.

Your eyes became round from awe, as you glanced around, before gawking up at him.

-Bunnymund? As in the actual Easter Bunny?

He nodded, still seeming a little as someone who’s wandering about the mental state of their speaking partner. When you didn’t get any other responses you threw your hands in the air, chuckling in disbelief.

-The Easter Bunny.. this is fucking amazing! I don’t even remember the last time I dreamt something so close to reality!

Turning around, you glanced at the beautiful nature again, not paying much attention to him, as he hopped up next to you, seemingly even more disturbed.

-For the second time, this is not a dream-he corrected, crossing your path yet again to stop you from moving-And you could finally start telling how the hell you even got here.

-Woah, calm down a little, would you? Isn’t the Easter Bunny supposed to be all mushy and nice?-you rolled your eyes, your tone a little judgmental which got that cocky smirk on his face again.

-Yeah, to kids. And you’re not one.

-Ahww. Finally someone’s calling me an adult then-you cooed, quickly getting out of his way as you sneaked between two, beautiful trees with rose colored, blooming flowers.

-Who even said that? You’re not an adult, you’re a distraction and a quite annoying one about that-you heard him groan behind you, and annoyingly, in mere seconds he was hopping next to you yet again.

-I’ll have you know, I’m eighteen and a half-you perked up at him sternly-I can’t even believe I’m arguing with a bunny about any of this.

The Bunny just rolled his eyes, clearly unaffected.

-Who cares, you’re clearly old enough not to believe in Easter, and therefore not to stick your nose in any of my business!

-Well, I’m sorry to have disturbed whatever noble cause you’re fulfilling, but I can’t help you until you actually tell me what it is-you huffed, yet again and he ran his along his lean, fluffy ears as someone who’s about to burst in flames.

-Help would actually be if you just disappeared-he retorted without the least amount of courtesy-Easter is in three weeks, I don’t have time for delusional strangers!

-Excuse you, I’m not delusional, it’s just a dream, and you’re clearly exaggerating!-you spat back, stomping a little on your feet because it felt as if you actually lacked the physical proprieties.

He was probably about to remind you of that but before he could speak up, you interrupted him: -Don’t worry though. It’s ought to be morning soon, and I’ll wake up.

He seemed to wonder for another moment whether he should correct you, but then he just shrugged, taking a step back and crossed his arms.

-Whatever, just be gone by morning-he stated plainly, and the next moment he was already hopping away without any form of goodbye-and DON’t touch the eggs!

-It was nice to meet you too asshole!-you retorted, screaming back but you didn’t get an answer this time.

Okay, this may be a horrible dream after all. A little disturbed, you turned on your heels going back to where you came from: whatever, in a few moments you’ll wake up, and you never have to see whatever this guy was, ever again.

#rotg fandom #rotg #rotg oc #rotg bunnymund #bunnymund x reader #the warren #dreamworks animation #rise of the guardians #bunnymund x oc #fluff #adventure #spring #love #easter bunny #easter #rise of the guardians x reader

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thesongoffalsity · 2 months ago

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im scared of the unknown (denji x gn!black!reader)

"that's okay cuz i'm afraid of chainsaws too."

TW: PTSD go brrrr

it was humid out in the countryside and relatively peaceful. however there was you. your heart was racing, blaring as you cut through the still scene of frogs and the occasional hum of dragonflies.

the sound of gunshots and the indistinct cry of humane madness filled your ears. it kind of sounded like home...fuck. i can't believe you thought you'd get a chance to breath.

you're a dangerous keg just waiting to blow. you need to be subdued, put under...alas you can't get the sweet release of death or else demise would ensue. you're haunted in the world of the living and in the afterlife. there is no end.

being alleviated of your brains sounds oh so nice.

"..."

shit. they got your flank.

"[...]!"

no...don't get any closer.

"AYE! WAKE THE FUCK UP! [...]!"

your eyes shot open. it was just a dream. thank god it was a dream...you...you felt so...so worked. your heart was starting to slow upon catching sight of the scrawny young man that had just yelled at you.

denji. he was like a negating catalyst. your lucky he found you when he did. if he hadn't, humans probably wouldn't have still been alive.

"yeesh ya were like flailin', cryin', probably even peed yer pants!" he guffawed, clutching his abdomen as he refrained from doubling over. denji stood over your resting figure, his eyes scanning over your face.

"...ya ain't hurt are ya?" he said soon after calming down.

a smile spread wide until pearly whites were shown on your face which were returned with the plucky teen's own sharp teeth being revealed.

"that's good. i finally figured out how-ta make some pancakes! i remember a good friend a'mine showed me..." he reeled back though and quickly retreated out of the room to go and bring back a tray stacked with various foods...some looked a bit too charred to be considered edible.

"i'll eat the burnt bits and ya get the nearly burnt ones...deal?" denji declared with a toothy grin. though you weren't looking at him and instead, out at the bleak alleyway you always saw from your bedroom window.

he soon followed your line of sight.

"denji...i'm scared."

"scared-a-what? i'll just cut it up for ya!"

"...i'm scared..."

you faltered for a moment, grasping at your sheets.

"i'm scared of the unknown."

but that was preposterous, because...you were the unknown devil.

a comforting touch to your shoulder had you turn to see the blonde rubbing you sensually.

"that's okay cuz i'm afraid of chainsaws too."

words: 427

author's note: i should've posted this a week or two ago...but its okay atleast i did something. the unknown devil was something ive wanted to turn into atleast a short series and ive been struggling with developing their character. ill perhaps make it into something big though i already have someone telling me to keep with a different csm fanfic idea whereas the mc is a fairy devil so...??? prob gonna go with that lmfao. anyways i was told to write for jjk so ill be getting onto that.

#thesongoffalsity #chainsaw man #denji x black!gn!reader #denji x black!reader #denji x reader #csm denji #angst

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bradshawed · 4 months ago

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nine five albums that got me through 2024 (and some extras)!

this is so cool omg, thank you so much to my wife (@vampteeths) for the tag, i had sm fun! sorry for the essay and i think you'll find a slight recurring theme of indie, pop and indie-pop (with one or two surprises)!

1. the secret of us by gracie abrams, fav song: risk! released at the perfect moment & was exactly what i needed. makes u really realise that you're not alone and that so many others are going through similar experiences. this album to me, is perfection (don't get me started on how much i love the deluxe version)!

2. emails i can't send fwd: by sabrina carpenter, fav song: bet u wanna x i know u might be sick of hearing about sab but this album gave me so much confidence. it's sexy and emotionally validating at the same time. listening to this when ur overthinking about a boy and realising "wait a minute.. fuck him" is the best feeling, only second to listening to it as ur getting ready to go out

3. glass half empty by voilà, fav song: ballerina (with the word alive) indie rock ml, i've missed u! not a fan of all the songs on this album but of the ones i do like, i could listen to on repeat for hours. it's super energetic, great to have a song or two on any playlist to switch up the vibe and their lyrics really tell a story.

4. boy by luke hemmings, fav song: benny moving to something a little slower, calmer, great for a change of pace. really helped me through those moments when i needed to feel a little peace.

5. dreamers by charles leclerc and sofiane pamart, fav song: focus! you wouldn't expect to see me listening to a classical piano album but here we are. honestly fell in love with it sm so that it made it to my most listened to in 2024. incredibly composed, really emotional and grounding at the same time (also makes great background music).

6. MICO, fav song: tears in your eyes! it's not an album but an artist whose 2/3 songs i listened to religiously on repeat towards the end of 2024. honestly don't remember how i found him but i listened to one song and got hooked (if you hadn't realised i'm not a massive album person, i find a song, listen to it on repeat and find another, i rarely like full albums). i think i've been listening to homesick since july!

7. maneater by daryl hall & john oates and honey by coastal club struggled to think of a no. 7 but i can't believe i forgot this song duo that got me through late summer! i listened to a lot of my "trust fall" playlist (made for @sematarygirls) & my retro playlist and that song duo played on repeat for hours! (you can probs see that this year was big on confidence and maneater is the song).

8. beach weather, fav song: seth cohen another artist that i liked a few of their songs. hottest summer on record was great, even if we had the rainiest summer on record (but it was nice to dream). def one of my summer staples! idk why but it's just something about their beat that really has me relaxed, imaging my own obx summer (or maybe the name has something to do with it idk). pineapple sunrise (came out in 2023) was such a good album, i remember listening to sex, drugs, etc and hard feelings for ages!

9. what love is by zimmer90 does anyone else remember this song from 2023 that got really popular as an audio for those yearly wrapped reels? well, it's been on my liked songs since 2023 and got me through the start of 2024 so i believe that's a good reason as any to put it on the list (even if i never seem to remember what i listened to at the start of the year)!

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tagging, @bruisedboys, @sematarygirls, @zya8tracks, @lilithblackkk, @dixonsbrat, @edwardslvrr, @fallininlust, @thyme-in-a-bubble and anyone else who would like to join x

#drew’s catty corner #could talk all day about music #and films #fucking adored this tag game #thank u sm for thinking of me ml x

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thedarkmongoose · 10 months ago

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SPOILERS: i have mixed feelings about the bear s3 but knowing that s3 & s4 were written/filmed at the same time makes sense. s4 will prob answer s3's q's. (A LOT was left open-ended) usually i love that, but it felt like the show lost itself in certain places, esp the self-indulgent finale. all stories are indulgent to some degree, but too much decadence rarely leaves room for substance.

and i get why they tried to do the chef's table thing, but other than andrea, syd, and luca, everyone else's acting was disjointed and trite. but i loved ep 1; it was an ethereal, artsy, meditative piece (peace) that was necessary after the chaotic s2 finale. however, as a big fan of the show, it was hard for me to finish the eps.

the standout in s3 FOR SURE was tina's ep - directed by ayo. glad we got her backstory. personally i liked her anxiety-inducing job hunt bc it's really like that irl, esp for older woc. the sobbing while eating a free sandwich was relatable, and the mikey convo was super impactful. but as much as i loved the ep, it still felt superficial compared to s2 'forks' (richie) or 'honeydew' (marcus). we never see her son again either; all we get is tina yelling at him to quiet down.

then there was marcus's mother's funeral which seemed like it was going to be more central to the plot than it was. i wish we got more. and claire is still one of the most underwritten characters EVER. nothing about her or the mis en scène really sells it that she's a doctor lol. and the scene with the faks trying to apologize on carmy's behalf was beyond cringe. i like matty matheson - i have his cookbook, but there was entirely too many faks in s3.

and let's be real: where was ebra & sweeps? ebra has such an interesting story that i'm HOPING we get to see in s4. sweeps too - he tried out for the chicago cubs! but on a positive note, i loved the chemistry between syd/luca. it was v sweet and organic. wonder if they'll be a thing in s4 since luca is carmy's foil. too bad marcus was barely in s3, tho the hug between him & luca at the party was cute. syd's meltdown mirroring carmy's in s2 was also a nice touch.

idk how to feel about sugar's labor scene. most praise it, but it didn't hit the same for me. donna's over-acting (the whole series) is really distracting and i can't take her seriously. ik she's supposed to be mentally unwell, but it borders on cartoonish. the hospital moment was heartwarming, but again, artificially. and pete was so underwritten too, just so they could have that mom moment. i liked the scene with him and syd tho. it felt authentically awkward.

i also understand what they were trying to do with the finale, but it was a flop for me. the scene with andrea/carmy staring out into the chicago night was introspective and beautiful, but the msg doesn't hit all the way bc we have a group of wealthy celeb chefs saying it's okay to stop while you're ahead and enjoy life while you can. every second counts. unfortunately for those who are not celeb chefs, it's not that easy to simply "enjoy life."

on one hand, i agree that food is life and restaurants have been community "third places" forever (essential to life itself; historically, like when revolutionaries would gather at pubs or cafes). however, do i think that fine dining and the "art" that comes with it is necessary? no. if there were more spots like the original beef/bear in the world tho, that would be a good thing.

#and syd being one of the leads w/one of the most compelling stories while barely having screen time was an odd choice #the bear #fx the bear #the bear hulu #carmy berzatto #sydney adamu #tina marrero #chef luca #richie jerimovich #spoilers #ebraheim #sweeps #neil fak #analysis #meta #media analysis #.txt

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inthedreamatorium1 · 11 months ago

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Episode 7 is?? Perfect??

My incoherent thoughts below.

Colin crying? CRYING? I was dreading that confrontation at the start of the episode but choosing to use the shot of Luke crying made it so much more devastating. Sure, you could have had him yelling and being loud and angry, which is justified. But to be quietly and tearfully DEVASTATED? With the tears running down his cheeks? Uff. Punch me harder in the gut, why don't you Luke.

I got a brief Penelope-Benedict interaction. I'm THRIVING.

I really enjoy Colin grappling with his beloved Pen being LW. I live for the angst.

Portia is a pleasant surprise. She's always wanted what's best for her daughters and has never apologized for that. But I also appreciate her being honest with Penelope about why she is the way she is, and that she's trying to be better. That's what I wanted with this season and I'm so happy Penelope is receptive to it.

(I also need a special one-off series with a young Violet and Portia SO badly. These two have a history that goes beyond being neighbors. I need to know more)

Violet falling victim to what her children endured when they met someone they were attracted to? Karma.

I do love John and I'm going to pretend that what's going to happen isn't actually going to happen. He's so sweet on Francesca.

The Genevieve and Penelope scene was so lovely. Gen dropping her accent with Pen because they each know the other so well. Gosh, I wish Gen could have been at their wedding.

The "WHAT GOOD AM I TO YOU?" leading into sex? UMMMM. HELLO? They're constantly horny for each other, we are so hashtag blessed. Also, there is nothing Colin loves more than sticking his fingers into Pen. I said what I said.

Kate-Anthony-Colin was a nice surprise but I should stop being surprised. Jess has done an amazing job linking the Bridgertons together this season.

THE WEDDING?! Their nods to each other, letting the other know that they're okay, that they want this was so beautiful. And to top it off, Eloise cried. My love.

Also? Prudence crying at their wedding? SOB

The Benedict and Eloise scene at the wedding? I'm so torn about who I think the next season main is going to be but I know whoever's season it is, the other will be very much apart of it. These two are so close, how could they not? Both of them are feeling lost this season. Unsure of their place in society, unsure of how to feel about love. I just want them to find peace and love.

Kate and Anthony are very sweet and they're clearly explaining why Jonathan and Simone won't be in s4 much but to travel to India while she's probs 6 months pregnant is... a bold choice.

The wedding dance to "You Belong To Me" was so perfect. I love that it turned into just them dancing because no one else mattered in that moment. They were just two people, who love each other deeply. And the soft way Colin ran his fingers down her cheek SWOON. If the Queen hadn't shown up when she did, he absolutely would have kissed her. He started to lean down!

PENELOPE WAS ABOUT TO STEP FORWARD. I think we can all agree that Colin would not have handled that well if she hadn't been interrupted.

Penelope and Eloise reuniting. Okay, I cried.

Bisexual Benedict RISE. I'm honestly sooooooo surprised they revisited it as I thought it was just a tease from season 1. I'm excited for him to meet his Sophie but I'm also excited for him to explore his sexuality before doing so.

(also Luke Thompson kissing a man? Here for it)

I suspected that they'd follow the books and have Cressida find out about Penelope but I wasn't sure how exactly she would do that. It was really clever how they did it. As of now, I really do sympathize with what Cressida is going through and I think her doing what she can to take ownership of her live is great. How that's going to turn out for her in the last episode (and therefore how I'm going to feel about it) is another story.

#this might be my favorite episode of season 3 #I really really liked every bit of it #I'm not ready for ep 8 #bridgerton

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kaylee68 · 2 years ago

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Does anyone else find the trope in media where Humans find either an extra terrestrial race, or a god, or any other being that is physically, or mentally superior to humanity and we teach them empathy, super annoying?

Maybe it’s a niche pet peeve but It always feels like we’re shoving are own sense of morality on beings that it doesn’t or shouldn’t apply to.

Like I get how in shows you wanna teach people good and bad and that being empathetic is a good thing but can’t they do that with actual humans?

The best example I can think of on the fly is Dream of the Endless from Sandman. Spoilers if you haven’t watched the show.

I can’t remember the exact episode number, but I know it was in season 1. He met Johanna Constantine and went to go get some sand from where she’d left it at her ex girlfriend’s house. Long story short her gf turned out to be dying because of the sand and Dream ends up taking it back and leaving at which point Johanna gets upset and basically berates him for leaving her ex girlfriend to die in pain.

In the end he decides to listen to her and puts the girl to rest in a peaceful way and I don’t know why but I’ve always hated how that scene was resolved.

Like obviously it’s nice and he’s doing a good thing but I also don’t like how eldritch beings who’ve been alive for thousands upon thousands of years are framed badly because they don’t care for human lives. Its not as though they have a reason to care and honestly I think humanity as a whole overestimates is actual importance in the grand scheme of the universe.

(but that’s another conversation)

Still I just think it seems kind of arrogant to present our own kind of black and white morality system as the basis and expect beings that simply don’t operate the same way as us to abide by it.

It’s also something I noticed in Pjo. Like yea the Gods are assholes but that’s by a human comparison which we can’t judge them by, because they aren’t human.

If I’m being honest the Gods are a lot nicer than they should be all things considered. Like if you have the power to absolutely obliterate anyone who you deemed even slightly annoying then yea that would probs go to your head but it’s not as though they can help that.

And sure neglecting your children isn’t great, but considering that for Gods like Zeus their frame of reference for bad parenting is having their dad literally swallow them alive the moment they were born in their eyes they probably think they’re doing pretty well for themselves.

And sure they live amongst humanity, in a detached of way, but when we’re the equivalent of annoying insects that buzz around there bedroom it makes a lot of sense why they don’t care and I honestly don’t understand why we should force them to. They operate under their own sense of morals and justice as weird and twisted they may be to us and I really wish shows and media would explore that idea more.

#percy jackson #Olympians #percy jackon and the olympians #Zeus #Kronos #dream of the endless #Sandman #Gods #morality #johanna constantine #media critique #like seriously no duh the guy who literally controls the sun doesn’t care about your very minuscule issues #still feel bad for the demigods but they need to stop expecting their parents to act like regular parents #they aren’t regular parents

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hausofmamadas · 1 year ago

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| The sweet, sweet sounds of Dinarrón |

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Pairing: Dinarrón (Dina Arellano Félix x David Barrón Corona)

For @narcosfandomdiscordNarcOctober - Day 30 - Day of Amnesty (originally Day 3 - Day of Music)

Prompt: Create and post a playlist for fic/wip of yours OR your favorite episode and explain why each song resonates for that fic/wip or episode

Word count: ≈ :yodib:

The playlist -> https://open.spotify.com/playlist/7DrO59HcsobbbmnVDEjLBX?si=3lcETYcXR6eDv-G_so1eBw

Since the playlist is over 100 songs, I couldn't go over every one and its place within the Dinarrón pantheon, so I decided to pick the most enduring, impactful ones and share some of the brain virus thought process and inspo for the as-of-yet unpublished Dinarrón saga whose page count will prob give War And Peace a run for its money if I can even manage to start releasing the thing to begin with:

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Blue Jeans and Born to Die - Lana del Rey

Both of these songs are basically the madness that started it all so we all have problematic fav, Lana, to thank for the Dinarrón madness that’s taken my brain hostage and effectively turned me into a psy op for my otp whose sole purpose is to construct the world in which they plausibly exist and accumulate hapless converts to my cause Nothing lyrically especially screams Dinarrón so much as it is the vibes, although the “you fit me better than my favorite sweater and I know that love is mean, and love hurts. But I still remember that day we met in December, oh baby, I will love you till the end of time. I would wait a million years. As long as you remember that you’re mine” of Blue Jeans definitely reflects their relationship dynamic or rather the one that exists in my head. Namely, the fact that they just innately get each other bc due to their shared like outsider/insider status albeit for diff reasons when it comes to the family business.

Better Version - Sabrina Claudio

So, I actually have @narcolini to thank for this life ruining song bc even though Lana was the introduction, this was the song that really solidified the madness. Like I don’t know that I would’ve continued writing for them, were it not for this song bc I shit you not, it could’ve been written for the Movie In My Head for a lush, slo-mo montage of their most tender moments, as Dina’s reminiscing on the good times while she’s actively planning her wedding to Claudio. Fíjate bien, mis compas:

More frequent visits would’ve been nice. But I don’t want you knowing that there’s somebody new. Sometimes the guilt will clog up my mind. But is it cheating if I love a better version of you? Cause he is perfect, everything I give him, he deserves it. Rarely does he ever come to see me. But any time he does, he makes it worth it, like I earned it. God, I love him. And when I’m with you, I can’t help myself but only think about him. I can’t wait to see him again. My god I miss him. And when I’m with you, I’m just thinking ‘bout how much I wish it was him. I can’t wait to see him again.

Granted, I don’t think Dina doesn’t love Claudio but she can’t help but still hold a candle for my boy, B. And she feeeeeels reaaaaaal extra fucking guilty any time she considers that Barrón might’ve been a better partner given the reality of the industry they’re in which she’ll find out the hard way. RIP to a homie, Claudio. Sosorry I have to keep your canon death in my Russian novel to further the goals of getting these two to bang it out and run off into the sunset together but you just didn’t shine quite like Our Boy at Christine’s, my dude. It’s okay, not everyone was made to be that cool under pressure sksks

lo que pasó - Nina Cobham

alright, so here's another life-ruining pick by @narcolini who tbh is like the co-compiler of this playlist I don't think it's an exaggeration to say that they've picked at least like 35% of the songs here and sent them to me for fevered, demented consumption sksks and I nearly fell to my knees the first time I heard it and DO YOU KNOW WHY????????? JUST A TAKE A GOTDAMN LOOK FOR YOURSELF:

Lo que pasó, ya no duele tanto Think that I can move on but I'm not sure ... what you want from me ... if you want from me Tú me has esperando tanto tiempo [You've waited for me for so long] Ya me tienes donde quieres [You have me where you want me] Y no te das cuenta [And you don't even realize]

in addition to,

Me dejas sin palabras. [You leave me speechless.] But what does it matter? If I told you how I'm feeling would you feel it too? I don't speak with so much fluency Words don't come so easily as they used to I think I got it but it's not it, and it throws me off You're a constant learning curve for me Pa' qué lo sabes How much, how much, could I make it any more obvious? ... Probably

I MEANNNNALSDKJF;ALKSJDFJ;AKJ can you think of another song that better captures Barrón's struggle to express himself in even the most casual, mundane situations and his tendency to compartmentalize his emotions in order to get through bc ew feelings, why would I ever deal with my trauma? are you mad? AND MANAGE TO DO THIS USING THE ALLEGORY OF ACHIEVING FLUENCY IN A LANGUAGE, IN THIS CASE BOTH THE SPANISH LANGUAGE AND THE LANGUAGE OF LOVE I'M GOING TO BE SICKDA;FLKSJD;FLAKJW;KLJ and it really just feeds into so many hcs I have in regards to their relationship like, 1) the whole fluency thing, the song's in both spanish and english, and they help each other improve in their respective languages as a way of bonding early on, 2) the tone of the song implies the object of interest/desire/heartache has the upper hand in the situation much like I think Dina would have the upper hand over Barrón bc she just would, 3) the whole "what/if you want from me" is justslkdjf;lskj saoooo0oooo Barrón, like he's not gonna act unless it's a sure thing, and at this point in the relationship despite the fact that all signs point to -> yes, you may, in fact, roll again, pass go, collect $200 dollars, she's crazy about you, hombre, do we need to hit you over the head with it for you to see he's second guessing whether Dina reciprocates Big Feelings Of Lust Love bc the class difference is so vast and he doesn't realize how actually Hot Shit he is, so he thinks it's literally insane to entertain the notion that Dina might very sensibly and understandably want to climb him like a jungle gym and any time he's close to giving way to hope and maybe broaching the topic with her, he clams back up and continues the cycle of self-inflicted torture like the good blorb he is

Cielo - Los York's

Aight, so the lyrics are sweet and romantic in a way that applies to most pairings, which means they don't speak to the Dinarrón Dynamic as much, but this song would be period-appropriate for the show and I just feel like Ramón insisted on there being a boombox in the office despite passionate protests by Mín, and everyone else who isn't filled to the brim with general anxiety and mild panic outvoted him, so now they have a boombox that's playing any time someone's there doing work. And this seems like something one of them would've played while working together at the warehouse.

Running Up That Hill - Kate Bush

This is a bit of a weird one? I guess it's less them and more Dina's POV about them. It's also contemporary the show and here's no way Dina's not into Kate Bush. I refuse to believe it. The best way I can explain why this made it on the playlist is by describing the scene in my head when I listen to it: Dina's standing at a window, looking out at the backyard of the Arellano house, contemplating the meaning of life. It's a rare cloudy day in TJ. She's newly engaged to Claudio (think early S3 long hair Dina but this would be set before S3 starts), Barrón has cried weeeweewee all the way back to the Imperial Desert to escape the crippling heartbreak of seeing her every day, knowing they'll never be together 'cause she's marrying an Actually Decent, If Not Boiler Plate dude with more status and money than he'll ever have train his dudes in the ways of paramilitary tactics, and their last convo ended somewhat tensely with him pointing out that in order to marry this guy, she'll probably have to give up any ambitions of serving the family biz in the way she always wanted bc of blahblahblah murrhsdlkjfs gEnDeR rOLeS. And right now, she's finding herself missing Barrón, wondering where he is, resenting herself for missing him and wondering where he is, resenting him for being right about giving up her ambitions, scared that him being right is going to make her resent Claudio over time and ruin their marriage, and just overall wishing he were there so she could make him understan, and what if the only way to do that is to switch places a la:

It doesn't hurt me Do you wanna feel how it feels? Do you wanna know, wanna know that it doesn't hurt me? Do you wanna hear about the deal that I'm making? You, it's you and me. And if I only could, I'd make a deal with God and get Him to swap our places. Be running up that road, be running up that hill, be running up that building.

Like^^ all that is going through her mind, staring out the window. How can she make him understand? and lowkey realizing the only way might be for them to Freaky Friday that shit skskjdlkj

You don't wanna hurt me. But see how deep the bullet lies. Unaware, I'm tearing you asunder. Oh, there is thunder in our hearts. Is there so much hate for the ones we love? Oh, tell me we both matter, don't we? You, it's you and me. It's you and me, you won't be unhappy. Come on baby, come on darling. Let me steal this moment from you now. Come on angel, come on, come on darling. Let's exchange the experience, oh.

^^ this part slaps particularly hard for the "Is there so much hate for the ones we love? Tell me we both matter" bc Dina gets that poor Davidito is having a rough time. It hurts her to hurt him this way, but she's also a bit, "Can you not find it in your heart not to hate/be mad at me? It's not like I didn't think about this decision entensively and arrive at the conclusion that sacrificing my professional goals is worth it to further the goals of teh family and I do forrealsies love this guy. Like damn, can a woman get a break pls. also pls don't hate me cuzIstillloveyoukbye"

El Muerto - Los Muchachos

god, I could write an actual fucking PhD dissertation on why this song is emblematic of my boy but this is alreayd long asf so I'll just break it down like this.

Mi gente la espalda me cuida [(I know) my people got my back] En cualquier misión suicida [on any suicide mission] Que todos con todos lo que ando son soldados [That all those I roll with are soldiers] Un hermano está en la fría, [A brother out in the cold] Otro hermano ya está arriba [another already above] Y lo que quiero es tenerlo aquí por mi lado [All I want is him here by my side] Pa' fumarnos un cigarro de maría [to smoke a joint] Como antes lo que hacíamos [like we used to do] Cuando la vida no era tan complicada [back when life wasn't so complicated]

Obviously, color me inconsolable bc of the brother references and how well it lines up with Bugsy, out in the cold (in prison for life) and Matteo, already upstairs (BC THEY KILT MY BABY BOI DEAD) but it all began with the opening lines aka clearly Barrón's sentiments upon hearing of Dina's engagement, "Pensaban que estaba muerto pero solo andaba de parranda. Sí me fui de la ciudad fue para curar mi dolor interno" which like.... so, maybe he doesn't actually flee Tijuana without telling anyone, is gone long enough for the Arellanos to wonder if he didn't somehow get himself killed, and turn out to really just be on a bender bc he needed to escape the deep anguish and personal devastation of losing his lady love ... but that doesn't mean he didn't consider it as an option very, very seriously

Killing Me - Omar Apollo

Another @narcolini pick, and this one has it all when it comes to Barrón internal strife and turmoil: questioning his sanity for being in the Business of Crimes, thinking bout how Dina's prob the only person he feels comfortable revealing himself to in any capacity except Bugsy, thinking about how that gives her way too much power over him and is tehrefore fucking terrifying, and daydreaming of making sweet, sweet love to the Woman of His Dreams. For your consideration:

There ain't nobody but us. Love me like I'm gonna die. Fuck me like you fantasize. Touch me like you know you provide to, ain't one to lie to, just wanna slide through, oh What I do makes me if I wonder if I'm alright Holding back feelings like it's the end of my life That's right, you're killing me

Lejos de Ti - Julio Jaramillo

Tbh I can't remember if I actually got this from the OG soundtrack but this is another one that is pretty self explanatory and is highly not!anachronistic. There's a few other songs on my list that rank as contenders for whatever would play in the end credits of the Dinarrón movie that's constantly playing on repeat in a projector in my brain, but this is the first one or maybe it'd be the end credits of an episode of an HBO miniseries? idk. what you guys think

Call Me In the Day - La Luz

Uhhhhhh, I can't even begin to unpack how close this song is to my heart in the Dinarrón pantheon, except to say that if I were to film the warehouse makeout scene that I wrote in Always Short to the Gate, this would be playing over it. Also, Léo RIP to a baddie dancing with Teresa in the Bolivia episode of Queen of the South polluted my mind and the sexy made it's way to Dinarrón so really, I can accept exactly no credit here

NO HAY LAY - Kali Uchis

GODDDLSKDJF;LSKJD;LKAJ okay, this is another song that inspired an elaborate scenelet in my head, which takes place after they get together but before the brothers are aware of it, so they're keeping the relationship under wraps. And as a result, this song is playing while they're getting freaky on the dancefloor yes I have a thing with dancing and these two and I have no answers or explanations except that imsorryforeverything of some trendy nightlclub that the Arellanos don't own that's like 100 miles away from TJ that they escaped off to, so they could be an real couple aka all googly eyed and loveydovey in the open. It's basically their version of date-night that's gotta be date-night on the DL bc they're both scared that if the brothers knew about it, Ramón would cut Barrón's face off and wear it to his birthday party, at the behest of Mín who is decidedly Not B's Biggest Fan at this point in the story.

If it feels so right why say it's wrong, I know you ain't had enough Sabes que yo soy la única [You know I'm the only one] que puede hacerte cosas mágicas [who can do magical things to you] Hey, en el amor no hay ley [In love there is no law] Y deja que nos miren si quieren [And let them see what they want] No matter what we do, no matter what they sayNo importa lo que digan [I don't care what they say] Yo te besaré otra vez, otra vez, otra vez [I'm gonna kiss you again, and again, and again] Bésame otra vez [Kiss me again]

For Your Precious Love - Otis Redding

I meannnnnn this legend speaks for himself, I feel like I shouldn't have to explain anything other than, pretend they got married and this is the song of their first dance and try not to throw yourself on the floor, screaming and crying. You can't

DNA - Tabi

This is more a Dina one, than a Dinarrón one, that feels like what her internal dialogue might be if she either fell out of love with Claudio after being married for some time, or began to resent him and the marriage and her having to give up her place in the AFO to play dutiful wife to someone in the public eye, or both? Like it's essentially her trying to force herself to be happy playing a role she didn't really ask for, and then eventually recognizing her independence will always be a priority to her and affirming her own need for autonomy is not something she's going to be able to suppress, no matter how hard she tries, that's just how she is and that's exactly why we love her

DNA, I don't need anybody DNA, sometimes I wish that I could change my ways I wanna need you, but I, I wanna need you, but I It's just my DNA

Banquetera - West Gold with Simpson Ahuevo

This one's mostly for the homies, specifically Barrón's homies Chato and Ziggy. The song itself is contemporary, but honestly, if we were going for period accuracy and this was in the Dinarrón Double Feature soundtrack, I would never know it was anachronistic. Like shit is right at home next to Tupac and Easy E, y'know

corazón caramelo - November Ultra

good GODDAMN okay, another @narcolini choice, that actually made me cry sksldkjfskldjflsk not just bc of the clear Dinarrón parallels but also due to Just General Life Heartache, Suffering, and Existential Dread and the LongSTanding Recovery from My Divorce That Yes, Happened 2 Years Ago But Still Hits Sometimes and is one you, dear Reader all 2 of you should listen to for the fucking out-of-this-world, actually-unreal vocal performance by November Ultra that really hammers home these actually-unreal lyrics:

Un amor como el primero [A love like the first] Pero que dure hasta el final [But lasts until the end] Mi alma es tuya, bájala de la cruz [My soul is yours, take it down from the cross] Si yo soy luna, tú eres el sol que me da luz [If I am the moon, you are the son that gives me light]

Ídolo - Adrian Quesada with Angélica Garcia

Another contender for a closing credits song and- y'know all these closing credits songs are so good, maybe I should just settle on this being a miniseries and not just a movie. We'll see what Netflix execs have to say on the matter when I inevitably write this script and clearly shop it to all the big streaming platforms and tv networks and everyone is fighting each other, full Spy vs Spy, to produce this award-win- er okay, maybe I'm getting ahead of myself, here. There's something about the organ that makes this feel period-appropriate, despite it being a modern song, and I can just see all the pickup shots of San Diego and Tijuana, before it cuts to Dina and Barrón driving in some classic car, top down bc it's a convertible obvio, and quite litrally riding off into the desert-framed sunset. I mean,

En mis horas turbulentas solo oigo tu voz [In troubled hours I only hear your voice] Embrujada con potencia que hemos probado los dos [Bewitched with power we have both shared] Sombra tan bella [Shadow so beautiful] Que cobra mi voluntad pa' conocerlo [It steals my will not to know you] Ídolo, mi ídolo [Idol, my idol] Me robaste la cordura [You rob me of my sanity]

1994 - United Freedom Collective ft. Jordan Stephens

In order to fend off the doubling over in pain that I always do when I think about what this song means to Dinarrón for any length of time, I'll just say, this is how Matty feels thinking about Barrón, and how Barrón feels about Bugsy and none of it works out the way they want it to

When I look at my little brother, I feel an awful urge to smother him I wanna bubble wrap his organs Stick styrofoam in his pity Funnel sunlight into his solar plexus Turn every fall into a ball pit But I know that one day that little scooter's gonna turn into desire And much like what I just witnessed, he'll be unable to break He'll break and I'll have to watch salt crystallize on his cheeks knowing it'll have more value than any cushion I've sown myself I dream of a version of him in the future Tumbling around rock bottom, stranded there in the deep Maroons and wounds he can't touch A bruise has got its own life Every wound is in arrears It hurts and it hurts, then it disappears

Corderio De Nanã - Os Tincoãs & Sukiyaki - Kyu Sakamoto

Bc this Russian novel/Movie/Show In My Head is actually more of a Barrón biopic since I've hijacked him and essentially acted like the man's my OC instead of someone who was on the show skskjsk and in this Barrón biopic, there's a part where he lives in Hawaii briefly bc his Garbage!Father is in the navy and gets stationed there for a little while. And despite the fact that Kyu Sakamoto is Japanese and Os Tincoãs is Brazilian and not remotely Pacific Islander in any way, let alone Hawaiian one or both of these are 1000% going to be playing over a montage of Matteo, Barrón, and Bugsy riding their bikes on the beach and just generally adventuring around the island, as three brothers should. It's pre-gang initiation for Matteo, so it's them at their purest, most undiluted little kid selves Barrón looks back on this time so fondly he actually refuses to think about it bc the nostalgia is physically painful. Also, both songs are pretty cheerful and breezy sounding but can't speak to the lyrics bc the first I'm p sure is in Portuguese and the second is in Japanese so they could be all doom and gloom and I just have no idea ksksks

Cerca De Ti - Hermanos Gutiérrez

Once again, I'll refrain from going full Charlie Kelly/Pepe Silva on everyone here, but what I can say is just.... just picture, Dina and Barrón, at the beach, at night, they decide to go swimming naked in the ocean under the light of the full moon. I'll let you fill in the rest sdlkfjskd

Sage Motel - Monophonics ft. Kelly Finnigan

The final (I think?) contender for the closing credits song. Tbh this song just oozes sexy in a throwback way, in the same vein as like a Smokey Robinson or a Sam Cooke, and would be right at home in a Scorsese movie, which makes it more than qualified to feature in the end credits of the Movie-In-My-Head that will probnever happen lbr, like I'll be lucky if I even post 1/3 of what I've written skdjksjd

Over-the-Ocean Call - Lizzy McAlpine

Go ahead and throw this one on and imagine Dina calling Barrón while he's doing this paramilitary cry-fest training in the desert pretending he's not sobbing into his cheerios every morning Dina doesn't exist, and she needs to, idk, talk about some wedding details or something, maybe coordinate where he's gonna be during the ceremony and whatnot bc he's head security so poor mf's like contractually obligated to be there skskksjdkj and this sentiment is exactly where Dina's at. Throw this shit on and think about that not-at-all angsty scenario bc that's what @narcolini did before sending it to me, for me to turn around immediately and do the exact same thing. I mean, c'mon.

And you hate the things I do and sometimes you hate me But I think my mind is far away, sorta strange, this is But I think I'll call you anyway Call collect 'Cause baby this is, an over-the-ocean call And I thought I could make it short But my brain's all outta sorts, I can't hide it I'm staring at the my wall and I thought that I wouldn't cry But breaking your heart breaks mine I'm fine, I'm fine, I'm fine I'll call from over the ocean This time, this time, this time I'll break your heart through the phone With an over-the-ocean call Is how I told him, this isn't working anymore

You Make Your Own Heaven And Hell - The Temptations

Now, I have quite a few end credits songs, but this is the only opening credits song bc the little scenelet in my head with this song is just so perfect, idk if I could find a better way to start. It'd be similar to that asslong shot at the beginning of Jackie Brown that's literally just Jackie (played by the iconic Pam Grier and honestly, even if you don't like Tarantino, you should watch Jackie Brown for Madame Grier alone bc she's incredible) on the little conveyer belt in the airport (she's a flight attendant) trying to make it to her next flight. I think I'd do something like that with a few pickup shots right before of Logan Heights and San Diego, to introduce the neighborhood, like where B grew up. Not only is the song perfect vibes-wise, but the lyrics are so perfectly aligned to what I've essentially sksks decided are Barrón's beliefs about making money and what it takes to get by and be successful in America (and later, Mexico, ofc) and his general philosophy on being a criminalsksk

Time passes and your values change Life becomes a strange, confusing game Suddenly, you want the finer things in life But you find it takes lots of hard work and sacrifice Now you're standing at the crossroads of life To satisfy your personal wants, will you do wrong or will you do right? Life is a giant, invisible scale with two sides: good and bad You and your beliefs are the weights The things you do each day determine the balance Your conscience is a flawless judge and jury, and the only question is what do you want? I'm tellin' you the natural facts, for what it's worth You make your own heaven and hell, right here on Earth

we've been loving in silence - MARO

So, if we were to continue the Stealing-Away-Into-the-Night scenario that I proposed above for Kali Uchi's No Hay Ley, and fast forward to Barrón and Dina in some random roadside, pay-by-the-hour motel room waking up next to each other. Dawn's barely broken, Dina's laying on her stomach, and Barrón's on his side, facing her, tracing the liines of her shoulder blades with his fingertips ......, and I'm dying, and I'm dead, and I'm typing this from beyondthe grave rn, I actaully cannot continue to soldier on, so I'll just leave you with that and this:

Oh, we've been here for a while Haven't seen the sun come out Oh, we've been loving in silence, drawing with our bodies Oh, I feel like running again, yeah, I feel like running again Oh, I wanna do it again, yeah, I wanna do it again Every crooked line in your back feels like part of me Your story's in my fingers, you'll never wash away Oh, we've found some secret smiles Haven't heard the rain come down Oh, we've been loving in silence, talking with our bodies

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dreamofstarlight · 2 years ago

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Just casually trying to eat and have a conversation while paparazzi are literally right next to the table

#kara kennedy #victoria lawford #robin lawford #I think #joe kennedy ii #ted kennedy jr #kennedy family #the kennedys #a moments peace prob would have been nice

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dmwrites · 3 years ago

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“Dude, you really need a front door.”

Impulse jumped and yelped a little too high pitched for a burly dwarf, turning around to find Doc standing behind him.

“Doc! Hi! Yeah, it’s a work in progress, you know how it goes.” Impulse chuckled and ran a hand ruefully over his beard, mentally scolding himself for not building a door. Now Doc was going to think he was less cool and put together!

“If you’re not careful, any ol’ mob could come right in.” Doc smiled, leered almost, then dropped the dramatics after a second and sighed, rubbing a hand over his face. “Impulse, I need a favor from you, and I hate to ask but I must.”

“What is it?” Impulse asked. He and Doc ran in similar circles- well, only in that they both used redstone. Impulse wasn’t, like, intimidated by Doc… not at all. They were colleagues, friends. Totally. This was a causal conversation.

“Can I be your roommate for a few weeks?”

Now that wasn’t exactly what Impulse had been expecting. “What?” He looked up at the creeper man in confusion.

“I’ve been super angry at my projects this past week, and I need someone who can handle me if I explode.” Doc explained. “I don’t want to explode, but if I do, or try to, I need someone strong to stop me.”

Impulse grinned. “So you think I’m strong?” He wiggled in a self-congratulatory kind of way, super casually flexing.

Doc snorted. “You’re a demon, and you’re currently cosplaying a dwarf who has mined out the inside of this mountain- I've seen you carrying boulders like its nothing. You’re a tank, my friend.”

Impulse knew Doc was laying on the flattery hard, but it was working, so it was acceptable. “Yes, of course you can stay here for a bit. Let me make you up a little Doc corner for you to sleep in.”

“Did someone say interior decoration?” Gem fell through a hole she had mined in the ceiling, crashing to the ground, but scrambling to her feet at once. “Well howdy Doc! It’s been a bit!” Gem took Doc’s hand from his lap and shook it vigorously. “Dang! That’s crazy, how long has it been… probs since you and Ren kept interrupting my peace and quiet with your obnoxious redstone menaces last season!” She was squeezing his hand quite tightly.

“As we can all tell, she doesn’t hold a grudge against you or anything.” Pearl appeared out of the kitchen of the dwarven keep, eating tinfoil and chips. “Also Impulse, you’re out of chips. And tinfoil. No idea why.”

“What- why are you two in my house! How did you get in? When did you get in?” Impulse sputtered.

“No front door.” Doc reminded him, pulling his definitely not throbbing hand away from Gem’s.

“Listen, if Doc is staying with you, he’ll need a cute little room. Me and Pearl are experts at decoration- let us handle making him a room! Please!!!” Gem begged.

“As long as Doc’s okay with it, sure.” Impulse chuckled, raising an eyebrow at Pearl, who was starting to inch away from Gem- clearly this was the first time she was hearing that she would be helping to decorate Doc’s room.

“Go for it- I wanna see what the best builders on the server can do.” Doc said with a smile.

“Fantastic!” Gem grabbed Pearl around the wrist. “Let’s go, Pearl!” She skipped away. “Oh, and Doc? Flattery will not work on us, redstone boy.”

Doc and Impulse watched them go off to an unfinished part of Impulse’s keep and start laying down shulkers.

“See, you have nice neighbors. I just have Scar, who has decided that every moment not trying to ‘hot guy’ me is a moment wasted.” Doc sighed and folded his arms.

“Oh yes, they’re lovely. A few quirks, but I’m sure they’ll treat you well.” Impulse chuckled.

“Quirks?”

——

Doc found out what those quirks were rather quickly. Impulse had bade him a good night at sunset promptly, saying something about sticking to a schedule, and left Doc in his newly constructed “Doc Room”, which consisted of a red bed, walls with redstone splattered on it, and a stuffed creeper on the bed. Doc was laying there, holding the creeper and trying to sleep. It was hours earlier then he’d usually crash, but he wanted to respect Impulse’s house rules, as he was a guest.

He’d had his eyes closed for a while, but gave up finally and opened them again. He clapped his hand over his mouth to stop from screaming at the sight of Pearl standing over him, eyes wide and all-knowing.

“Pearl?” Doc whispered. “What the fuck are you doing?”

“Watching you sleep. Clearly.” Pearl said nonchalantly, like this was a normal thing to do.

“You can’t just watch people sleep!” Doc sat up, still whispering, but indignant. “It’s weird!”

“No, it’s literally not.” Pearl said, then failing to elaborate on that. “Anyway, you’re not asleep. I don’t sleep. Gem is on her fifth coffee of the night. Do you wanna come haunt Joe Hills with us? We just kind of stand behind trees and walls and recite poems incorrectly at him. It’s not for any kind of revenge or anything, we’re just assholes.”

“I- yes, I guess?” Doc got to his feet and put on his crocs. This was one way to forget about the redstone, he supposed.

#June 6 2022 #fic #hermitcraft #s9 #docm77 #soup squad #long post #impy and doc roommates has been rotating in my mind for months now

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kieraelieson · 4 years ago

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In which Virgil has taken lessons on how to demand affection: Part Five, Logan.

Virgil Roman Patton Remus Janus

Logan had been aware of the ‘Demanding Affection Lessons’. Patton had consulted him before even suggesting them to Virgil, and Logan had agreed that they might be useful. Though to be honest, he’d thought at the time that the ultimate result of the lessons would be a closer relationship between Virgil and Patton, and perhaps Virgil would become more vocal about his needs and wants.

He hadn’t expected the nervous request that day in the kitchen. It had caught him off guard, and he’d asked Virgil to repeat himself, even though he had heard it the first time. He could hardly believe Virgil was requesting affection from him, and though he did indeed feel affectionately towards Virgil, his attempt to fulfill the request had been, even in his own eyes, paltry.

But even more he hadn’t expected the way that Virgil’s requests for affection would spread amongst the other sides. Roman, Patton, even Remus had come up to ask for affection.

As he always did when confronted with something he hadn’t anticipated, he began collecting data. Even before Remus, but especially now that he had joined, Logan could confirm that the effect of the requests for affection was nothing but positive. General moods had improved, relationships between them all had been significantly strengthened, collaborative efforts to tackle problems had increased massively, and perhaps most important, Thomas was happier.

It was a logical move for Logan to also request affection from the other sides. The benefits were clear.

However.

He did not want to subject himself to five hugs. And that would also likely not have the same benefits. He would need to ask for things he wanted. He was just concerned that if he did so, he would be rejected. His requests would take more time than a simple hug. The other sides were busy themselves, and didn’t want to take time out of their days to do him favors.

But he could see from his data the benefits that were possible. The possible improvements to Thomas’s life. Even the potential improvements to his own. How could he squander all of that by not asking?

— — —

Patton was the safest first option. Not only because he was most likely to say yes, but also because he frequently cooked.

“Patton?” Logan said, beginning to understand more Virgil’s hesitance in asking.

“Yeah?” Patton said, looking up from his craft with a smile.

Logan held out a paper on which he’d listed approximate measurements and times. “I… would like to request… for you to make me a toast with Crofters. To me i-it would be affection.” Despite his previous rehearsing in the mirror, he still didn’t manage to make it through the request without stumbling.

Patton looked at the paper curiously. “Oh. Oh, I get it! Of course I will, Lo!”

Relief swept over him more powerfully than Logan had anticipated, and he needed to sit down. “Thank you, Patton.”

Patton gave him one of those soft looks, like he did when he wanted to hug someone, but he didn’t hug Logan, just stood up, looking again at the paper. “I’ll be right back!”

That toast Patton returned with seemed like the best one Logan had ever eaten.

— — —

With a grown confidence, Logan knocked on Roman’s door.

“Come in!”

Logan entered and held out a paper to Roman. “I have a request.”

Roman frowned at the paper a minute. “Chores?”

“Not exactly,” Logan said, knowing he’d tailored this request exactly to Roman. He pulled out his flash card to be sure of the correct term. “Those are indeed chores that need doing, but my request if for you to ‘gamify’ them. It would be as a favor to me, as… as affection.”

Roman’s head cocked to the side, and he silently mouthed ‘affection?’. Similarly to Patton, the meaning seemed to hit him all at once. “Oh! Oh, well yeah. I can definitely do that. I can’t promise that my games will work, Thomas might still leave the things undone, but I can definitely make games for the chores.”

Logan smiled, something fizzy feeling welling up in his chest. “Thank you, Roman.”

Roman grinned. “Anytime, Specs.”

— — —

With Virgil, he could text. It was relieving, not to have to ask in person.

Logan: I have a favor to ask

Virgil: ?

Logan: Have you heard the term ‘body doubling’?

Virgil: yeah, I’ve come across it once or twice

Logan: Would you be willing to come into my room and engage in your own activities while I do my work? It would be received as a form of affection.

Virgil: pfft, you all are such copycats. But yeah, totally, I’ll be over in a minute.

Sure enough, there was a soft knock at the door a few minutes later, and Virgil came in with two cups of tea. “Pat said we need to be hydrated.”

Logan smiled and nodded.

Virgil set one of the cups on Logan’s desk, and then slid down the wall with his own just beyond the desk, setting the cup on the floor next to him and pulling out his phone.

Despite Virgil being the embodiment of anxiety, it felt like a peace settled over the room.

Logan: Thank you.

Virgil: no prob 💜

— — —

Remus would be… interesting to ask. But Logan wanted to ask him before he asked Janus. For one reason, if things went poorly, he had one side left with whom he expected them to go well. For another, Remus was easier to find. Janus’s job required a lot of hiding away and working in the deeper parts of Thomas’s mind, and while he could often be found in his room, it was by no means a guarantee.

Almost the moment he walked into the downstairs living room he heard a snort.

“What, Mr. No-Feelings came for hugs too?”

“No actually, I have a request for a different type of affection.”

Remus popped up from behind the couch, streaked with a… substance. “Oh?”

“There are a few subjects in which I am interested, apart from my role as Thomas’s Logic and Curiosity. I wanted to ask if you would be willing to help mold the imagination in such a way that I can pursue those interests.”

Remus shrugged. “I mean, I probably won’t make it exactly accurate, but I’m game for helping you out. Why’d you ask me though? Why not Goody-Two-Shoes upstairs?”

Logan smiled slightly. “I believe some of the subjects would be of interest to you as well.” He held out a paper to Remus.

Remus’s expression went from curious, to intrigued, to nearly gleeful. “Oh hell yeah! Come on, Nerdy Wolverine! We’re doing this Now!”

— — —

It was his third attempt. Logan knocked on the door to Janus’s room.

Rather than saying ‘come in’, Janus opened the door, looking rather haggard.

Logan blinked. If he’d intended to ask anything else, he would have immediately regretted his request.

“Yes?” Janus said, leaning against the doorframe.

“I had come to ask… You are well known to be skilled at self-care, I had wanted to join you. It would be received as affection, and, perhaps it might be good for you at the moment as well.”

Janus gave him a half-hearted glare. “I’m fine.” His face smoothed out. “But yes, that would be nice.”

Logan helped set up, glad for the both of them to be able to relax in a hot bath and have a few hours of rest and pampering.

“If you ever want,” Logan offered. “I would be open to returning favors and affection.”

Janus just hummed noncommittally. “I appreciate the offer.”

— — —

He was going to have to be blunt. And clear.

He rose up in the bedroom. “Thomas, I have something to ask you.”

Thomas startled. “Ah! Logan! Geez, you could give me a little warning.”

“Apologies,” Logan said, feeling slightly deflated. “But I do have something to ask.”

“Yeah, of course,” Thomas said, pushing himself up to a sitting position. “What’s up?”

Logan offered a paper to Thomas. “I am continuing the requests for affection, however affection towards me would look different than it would towards others sides. I would greatly appreciate it if you would choose one of these healthy habits and commit to pursuing it, put it on a schedule and act on it regularly.”

Thomas studied the list.

“Additionally, Roman has created games associated with each of these, to make it easier to remember and complete.”

“Wow, Logan, this is really well thought out,” Thomas said, still looking at the paper. “I mean, I’d definitely need your help to stick with it, but sure, I’ll pick one of these.”

A broad smile invaded Logan’s face. “Of course I will be helping.”

#my own work #sanders sides #logan sanders #Roman sanders #Virgil sanders #Patton sanders #Janus sanders #Remus sanders #character!thomas

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owaowabetch · 4 years ago

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Minecraft Part 2 (Sykkuno x F!Reader)

Oneshot (maybe part of a series??? at this point probs): Chaos in the server, Will a deal entice you to become part of the comfy cartel? Or will you resist the temptation of the deal and side with the resistance? Friendship and a lil romance (oohhh things are starting to heat up)

Warning:Non beta (cuz we baddies purr); part of Uh-oh & Impasta

You had been streaming Minecraft for about 4 hours when you decided to end it for a small meal break. Though ending stream didn’t stop you from continuing playing with your friends. Unfortunately, Sykkuno had not been on while you were streaming, since you did so quite earlier than usual, but you wanted to remodel your minecraft home; turning the once pink wooden home to a white quartz block using the obscene amount of quartz that Jae gifted you as to entice you to join his faction in the sever. It was a nice bribe gift, but you have yet to align yourself with the ressistance or the comfy cartel.

So, while gettin gifted quartz blocks was nice, hearing that Toast gave Lily a gun enticed you more.But you doubt Toast’s whole character arc will entrust you with one. You maybe be living with his ‘right-hand’ man, but he seems to be slowly on a downward spiral. Kind of like a crazy wacky scientist- he’s doofenshmirtz.

Anyways you had completed the finishing touches on your remodeled, when you saw in the little chat that Sykkuno was on. “ OH!OH!OH! SYKKUNO!”

You were excited to show him the newly made house. The house was three levels to your house, but you’re mostly wanna show him the basement area.

You saw the iconic teal shirt paired with the green stripped scarf boxy figure making their way towards you. You emoted the cheering pose and happily called out to him “Hi Sykkuno!”

“Hey, Y/n!” He cheered back coming closer “I have something for you!”

You start jumping up and down “Present!” You like getting free things, especially if it comes from someone you like....as a friend of course. Yup yup, just as a friend. As, he stood in front of you he laughed “What are you doing?” watching your character wave their arms around

You laughed back at him “Just happy to see you!”

“Well, I’m always happy to see you!” Sykkuno chirps out and adds on with a slight stutter “C-cause we’re friends! I’m always happy to see such a great friend!”

Feeling the high of him telling you how he was always happy to see you was crushed by him reminding you that friends is all that you both may only ever be. So with the disappointment lingering and the excitement wearing off, you just mutter a reply back. “Yes! The bestest of friends!”

“Yup, yup. Anyways have some water mills” He throws some black blocks with blue markings on them “Follow me!” You both ran near your home “Claim this bit of land” and you did so. “Now, dig like a 3 by 6 hole and place two water mills close to each corner and one in the middle bottom”(1). You followed his instructions “Ok, so im just gunna place the water” You watched him do so “Ok! I think it’s all good and ready to go!”

You crouch and inch around the hole “What is it?”

“Ok well you know how I got you that green lasso that has you swinging and jumping all over the place with the slime boots?” Sykkuno asks crounching up right beside you

“Yea yea!” You crouch and uncrouch in circles around him

“Well I have something even better!” He cheers “Eh” he grunts and throws a ring on the floor. You awe and oh as you put the ring in your hot bar “How cute! It has little wings on it!”

“Yea! It’s a special ring” Sykkuno tells you

“Special ring?...Are you proposing to me! OMG Sykkuno” You joke

“Wah?” Spluttering out in confusion but deciding to play along “I mean are you accepting?”

You laugh “Woah, Sy! How bold of you sir”

He giggles back to you before teaching you how and where to put the ring. “OK do you have it on?”

You jump up and down in response allowing the slime boots to spring you up higher. “Yup Yup”

“Ok so, why don’t you take off your slime boots and then press the space bar” He jumps up and down, which you do. You gasp as you are lifted into the air “Sy! Look! Im flying!!” He is in the air next to you “I can see! Cause I am also flying!”

“How are we doing this! This is so fucking cool!” You laugh as you start moving around in the air “WAIT! Are you streaming? I’m so sorry!”

He laughs as he starts following you around in the air “It’s fine, but the ring I gave you is an angel ring. As long as your wearing it, then you can just fly around”

“Wow! Thanks Sykkuno!” You cheer and you walk around in the air “Clean! Clean!”

“Yea, Of Course! It’ll be alot easier for you to get to places faster” He explains once more “Now, my chat has been going crazy and telling me that you redid our house?”

Excitement lit through you as you were ready to show him the remodeling works that you’ve done “Yes! I did! I’m so excited to show you” You move your camera out of first person and notice your character wearing a pair of white wings on your back “Oh my god! Sykkuno! I didn’t know that there was actual wings that appear on your lil person!”

“uh yea! I didn’t know if you wanted to have or not, cause mine are invisible” Sykkuno says flying next to you as you make the short distance back to your home “but i remembered you saying that you wanted to buy fairy wings. I could’ve made them pink to look like them, but i thought the white ones would suit you better”

“Cause i’m such an angel?” You tease as you reached your front door

“Well uh you are um a nice person” Hearing the shyness in his tone made you think that he was being sincere and it made you blush “Thank you Sykkuno, you’re one of the best people i know!”

He clears his throat “uh well um, look we made it!” trying to divert the conversation away from the compliments. You made a mental note to yourself to compliment him more, so that his confidence rises up and he no longer shies away from them.

“Yup!” You open the door “come on in!” He oh’ed as he came in, seeing the kitchen area first “As you can see Sy and chat, I have created a kitchen with actual fucking oven and fridge! How crazy is that! These mods are cool!”

“So, yeah! Kitchen area, though I doubt we’ll use it” You comment

“Wow! a fridge! Neat!” He opened the fridge and looked at the decor of other kitchen appliances

You laugh at his wording “ Yup! and this is our living room slash library” leading him further into the house and showing him the sitting area with a bunch of bookcases surrounding the fake chairs “and right next to this is the ‘dining room’ where more seats were placed with a table and a cute flower in a pot atop the table. “So, yea this is the first floor!”

“This is cool! Oh! it’s [y/f/flower] on the table” He notes and you nod feeling your cheeks flush a bit before admitting “of course! It’s actually the flower you gave me on our first day...”

“thats, thats really cool that you kept it” Sykkuno replies and there is a bit of silence between the two of you. Not awkward but almost in a content kind of way. Peaceful if you will.

“Ok! Now lets head upstairs! It’s where we sleep!” You say walking up the stairs showing him the green beds placed next to each other “I didn’t know if you wanted to sleep next to each other again, but i did it anyways lol”

He walked around the room and admired the little decor spread around the walls and opened chests in the room. He laughed awkwardly “it’s fine, it’s just a respawn point so its no biggie!”

“Yea to sleepovers!” You cheer

Clearing his throat he noted how much he liked the room, causing you to smile and thank him “But i know what you’ve been wanting to see the most!”

“What do you mean?” He questioned and looked at you

“The basement! Dun Dun DUN!” You jump at him scooting him down the stairs

He laughed in disbelief “What was that? Did you just hit me?”

“Nope” Emphasizing the p “ I just jumped at you which caused you to go down the stairs! I could never hurt you Sy!”

“Well I could never hurt you too” He mutters back and you pouted at how cute his response was

“Oh! You could just make your way down there! I forgot that Jae wanted me to give him some quartz back!” You gasp remembering what Jae had told you

“What do you mean?” His character looks back at you

And you look back at his and think “hmmm I don’t know if I should snitch or not, but Jae gave me an obsence amount of quartz blocks to build the house! I knew it was a little hard for you to get some, so he offered to give me some”

He hummed back “I see....”

You noted how the atmosphere tensed for a split moment until Sykkuno happily noted that it was nice of him to give you something he couldn’t, but it sounded a bit off to you. Though you didn’t pay much attention to that since you didn’t want to reveal the resistance, as you have yet to align yourself with any of the two factions, well soon to be three since you believe that Sydney is doing some witchy stuff.

“Well, why don’t you go do that while I check the basement and give something to toast really quick!” He tells you

“Ok!” You reply back to him rifling through your chests to find the remaining the blocks to give to Jae “I’ll see you in a bit, maybe toast too!”

With that you made your way back to Jae to hand him the quartz back, though it was quite an ordeal since he made a whole rant on how evil the comfy cartel were and how you should join them and become a spy cause apparently Toast is planning on doing something that could affect the entire server....

So you just ignored all of that and made your way back home, to have Toast and Sykkuno greet you at the front door.

“Hey guys! Im back” You cheer at them

“What did Jae want huh?!?!” Toast immediately questions you “Did you tell him any of our business huh? Should we be trusting you huh? huh? HUH!?!”

“Whoa Toast” You back up as he was getting all up in your face

“Wow Toast, are you okay?” Sykkuno places himself between you two

“Im doing just fine” Toast answers back and you notice his full gear armor “Just wanted to know if we have a rat here”

You tsk “wow Toast, I see how it is. I see. By the way you look like a Power Rangers villan, just sayin”

He takes out his gun and points it at you “Well you won’t be sayin much Motherfucka!”

“I won’t say anything at all if you give me a gun to join the comfy cartel” You hit Sykkuno away and hear him utter an ow “Cause I don’t have an allegiance with anyone at the moment. So I’m a free agent and I can talk to whoever whenever” Throwing his words back at him and implying that you can speak to anyone without repercussions.

“AH right you are not part of the comfy cartel yet” He nods to himself “Well I wont give you a gun to join the group cause frankly I know that you’ll just shoot me”

You sigh “Then i’-”

“Instead!” He interrupts you “I’ll give you something better!”

You pout “but i wanna cap a bitch”

“Instead of cappin’ you’ll be rackin’ cause you’re gunna have to collect taxes from people and in exchange you get the left hand of my right hand” He moves closer to you, that statement throw you through a loop ‘left hand?right hand?’. You were confusion. “Capiche?”

“What do you mean?” You question and he evil laughs and hits sykkuno.

“Wha? What was that Toast” Sykkuno also confused as to why Toast hit him and what Toast meant.

“I’m saying that you can have Sykkuno!” He evil laughs once more

Sykkuno splutters “Wha? What do you mean Toast?!?!”

You were shocked at what he said. Giving you Sykkuno? “What do you mean?”

“You can marry Sykkuno” He repeats himself once more “You are both important to each other, why else live together? This way I’m keeping you both in check” and once again with the evil laughter

‘I’m glad im not streaming otherwise some of the more entitled fangirls would 100% send hate comments to me’ you think to yourself

You hum “Will I still get a gun?”

“Only if you can become my number one marksmen and execute the people I tell you too” He offers you

“Deal” You nod to yourself

“Wha? [Y/N]?” Sykkuno sputters out “You’re ok with this?” and nodding to yourself you reply with a yes and asks him if he is also “Well I- uh I” he continues to laugh awkwardly “I mean uh sure?”

“Neat!” You reply throwing a diamond at him “Here’s your dowry lol”

Though before another conversation could happen Toast butts in once more “This was a test and you both passed” and throws a gun at you “Here take this one, prove yourself and I’ll get you a better one”

You put the gun in your hot bar and place it in your hand. “Clean!” You start point it in different directions “Thanks! Toast!”

“Don’t betray me or else you gets the hose!” He starts walking backwards then comes back up to you “Oh, also your target is Leslie, be sure to collect her taxes before killing her.” Walking backwards once more before coming back “Oh Sykkuno hand me the diamond [y/n] gave you.” He does so “Ok that’ll be your last tax payment until I have you look for materials for a special project” He evil laughs as he flies away

“OK! Great talk!” You call out and emote the happy one, with your arms lifted up and shaking about “Awesome! I get a gun muahahahaha!”

You hear Sykkuno clear his throat “so uh, you were ok with marrying me?”

“Yea! so were you!” You say as you move you camera around trying to find a good angle to see it properly

“Because you were!” He replies back and that took you aback a bit as you didn’t realize how uncomfortable it may have been for him.

“Well you didn’t have too if you didn’t want to” You felt a bit embarrassed at the fact that he did it because you wanted to but not he himself personally

“Wha, well I didn’t think you were being serious” Once again laughing awkwardly “Cause you know girls aren’t in- OW”

You shot him with the gun in annoyance.

‘Bitches are into you Sykkuno’ You screamed in your head ‘I‘M BITCHES!’

Author’s Note:

Side Note 1 - I dont know if this is correct lol

No cap but i had written half of this like 3 days after writing Part 1 but I got lazy lmao sorry! Also this is gunna be a slowburn story cuz lets be real our smol bean and all of our asses are awkward as hell and kind insecure in the romantic aspect, so realistically it would not be fast paced.

So here it is Minecraft pt.2/4

Tags: @sushiims

#sykkuno x reader #sykkuno fanfic #sykkuno imagines #sykkuno x y/n #sykkuno #sykkuwu #corpse x reader #corpse husband x reader

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Ny Början- Chapter 1

Pairing: André Burakovsky x reader

Warnings: Fluff, eventual smut, hockey violence, domestic violence (in the beginning), idk probs more.

Summary: With the help of a group of unsuspecting heroes you are saved from a toxic relationship. One of your saviors goes above and beyond anything you could ask for. A friendship is forged and after awhile feelings happen. Could ths be your happy ending?

A/N: Hi I’m trash and this idea has rolled around in my head for w e e k s. I’ve played hockey for a really long time and the Avs are my team... Burky happens to be my hockey crush so I figured I would share this. IDK what it is but this challenged me a lot and I can’t write a guys perspective to save my life ffs. Dialogue is hard my doods. Anyway, enjoy and let me know what you think!

Going to the club was the last thing you wanted to do. Between working two jobs and trying to stay on top of your classes it didn’t leave much free time and you didn’t want to spend that sparse time dealing with drunk people and loud music. Your boyfriend, Matthew, had insisted that this was exactly what you needed after the week you had. At this point you both had been there long enough to see friends call it a night and you were pretty sure that Matthew was one drink away from making a fool out of himself.

“Matt, can we please go?” you asked, hoping that he would finally agree.

“Loosen up! We never get to spend time together. Let’s enjoy this!” he practically yelled.

“We’ve been here long enough. It’s late and I have an early shift tomorrow.” you urged. At this point you wanted to go home, get out of this dress and crawl into bed. Nothing at this bar held your attention. Matt’s had grabbed your arm, his face inches from yours.

“I said no. We’re not going anywhere. I’m not finished here.” he ground out.

The look on his face left little room for argument and was quite scary. Matt was usually a nice guy, the perfect boyfriend, but after drinking he could become a totally different person. Matt had never hit you but the emotional toll it took on you could be just as painful as a physical blow. After the week you’ve had of working 12-14 hour days just to come home and clean before passing out just to do it all over again made you throw all caution to the wind. You wanted to go home for fucks sake, not be here.

You snached your arm from his grip, looking him in the eyes, “I’m tired, I’m going home. You can stay if you want but I’m not.”

Before he could say anything you spun on your heels and marched out the side door that led to a less busy street. You hoped this would give you some peace and quiet as you ordered your Uber. Just as you tapped the app to get an Uber the door behind you swung open. Matt stumbled through the doorway and onto the sidewalk with you.

“You can’t leave me,” he said.

“Matt, I’m going home to sleep. I don’t care what you do.”

“I said no!” he roared. Before you could comprehend what was happening your head snapped back and you were pushed against the outside wall of the bar. The brick dug into your skin as you tried to struggle against the hands holding you there.

“Why don’t you ever listen to me you bitch.” he said as his fingers dug into your throat, “If I tell you to do something you fucking do it!”

Panic seized your chest as his hands circled around your throat. The throbbing in your head forgotten about as your fight or flight instincts kicked in. You tried to kick him as hard as you could but it seemed like he wasn’t phased at all by it. Your hands grabbed onto his, your fingernails digging into his skin trying to get any distance between his hands and your throat. Just as spots began to dance around your vision the same door you both had exited from swung open and a group of people spilled out.

Before you could try and scream for help one of them turned around and spotted you. His face went from relaxed and playful to murderous in seconds. You didn’t have time to gather your thoughts before he was charging both of you, shoving Matt off of you. You fell to the ground in a pile, your muscles felt like jello but your brain screamed at you to run. Looking up at the situation happening in front of you all you could see was the back of the stranger that had come to your rescue. His friends had caught on quick and made it over to stand around you too, like shields between you and Matt, as you gathered yourself.

“Is there a problem?” One of them said, the voice sounded like it came from the one that had charged Matt but your brain couldn’t comprehend everything that was happening.

Matt stumbled to his feet before looking at the mystery men. “Mind your business” he slurred.

“I don’t think so. You want to get to her, you have to go through us.” a voice called out.

For a moment it looked like Matt was considering it. His eyes scanned each guy before landing on you.

“This isn’t over you fucking bitch!” he yelled before turning around and making his way back into the bar.

The door didn’t have time to shut all the way before one of your saviors crouched down in front of you. His hazel eyes searched your face, “ Are you okay?” he asked

As much as you wanted to tell him your entire body felt weighed down, you bit back your weakness,

“I’m fine.” you said as you began to try and stand. It took a couple tries to get your feet under you. You tried to use what energy you had to stand, you were nearly there when your legs went to give out. Hands caught you around your waist and pulled you the rest of the way up.

“You don’t look fine” the mystery man said and he held onto you, carrying the majority of your weight. “Look, let me get you somewhere safe and I can take you home”

You looked at him, searching his face for dishonesty. At this point you figured that someone, or a group of people, that came to your rescue surely couldn’t be bad people. You silently agreed for his help with a nod of your head.

The rest of the time you spent with the group of them went by in a blur. They all talked amongst themselves in whispers, every now and then you caught words. At one point you caught the name “André” and you assumed this was the name of the guy holding you up. Before long a car pulled to the curb and your stranger opened the door for you before helping you inside. None of the other guys followed so you assumed they were getting their own Uber.

The ride was silent for a few moments before his voice broke through, “I’m André by the way”

“Y/N”

“I didn’t know where you would want to go so I figured you could come to my place and then decide what you want to do,” he said.

You looked at him and nodded, whispering a “thank you” as you settled into the seat. You shouldn’t feel comfortable about going home with a guy you just met outside a bar but for some reason you felt safe with him. He gave off a genuine arua of concern and wanting to help. Before you could think about it too much your world faded to black and you let your exhausted and battered body rest.

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Having a night off from hockey was rare. What was even more rare was being able to have a guys night with some of the team. Most of the time when games weren’t being played or practice were being held, everyone would go their own ways. Some would spend time with their significant other, some would spend time alone or some would visit family if the break was long enough.

Tonight a few of us had decided to let loose and bar hop across Denver. Usually this time of year the weather was starting to get cooler which made bar hopping more of a chore. Tonight however, the weather was perfect which gave us plenty of reason to have some fun.

The first bar we went to was picked by Miko. He said this was the best bar in Denver with the hottest chicks so more than a few in our group were eager to get there.

The outside of the building was modern with sleek black walls and the walls that weren’t stone were see-through glass. Through the windows we could see people dancing with lights strobing through the air.

We quickly made our way inside and were ushered to a VIP section, one of the many perks of playing professional sports was getting recognized when out since it usually led to getting a more private area. The captain of the team was with us so of course we were bound to be recognized.

We all bounced around from group to group chatting and drinking. Some of the guys had found partners to dance with while the rest of us just hung out. Time passed and we all were eventually some level of intoxicated, some more than others. Nate brought up the idea of heading to the Pur, a rooftop bar with a chill atmosphere. A group of us thought that was a great plan. The constant bass and flashing lights got old as the night wore on.

The five of us; Gabe, Nate, Miko, Gru and myself headed toward the back door. We hoped we could escape quietly and back doors were usually best for doing that.

The heavy door swung shut behind us as we spilled into the cool Denver night. A noise caught my attention, turning my head to see who else was out here, I was met with a scene I wasn’t expecting. A man had a woman pinned to the side of the building. Her feet dangled off of the ground and her hands gripped his that were circling around her throat. Time seemed to stop and instinct took over as I rushed to them. Before I could comprehend what I was doing my fist was sailing through the air, connecting with the man's face before he fell to the ground. The girl slumped to the side of the building in a heap. Concern for her swam through my body but I knew this guy had to leave before I could help her.

The man stumbled to his feet. By now the guys had joined me, putting ourselves between the pair.

“Is there a problem?” Gave asked

“Mind your business” the man mumbled.

Rage burned through my body and it took everything in me to not pummel this guy.

“I don’t think so.” I called out.

The man took a moment. His eyes scanned each one of us. He must have eventually decided he was outnumbered and didn’t want to take his chances.

“This isn’t over you fucking bitch!” He yelled before stumbling through the door we had just come out of. Relief flooded me now that we didn’t have a fight on our hands. A whimper from behind me had me turning and dropping to my knees.

“Are you okay?” I asked. My eyes scanned over her checking for major injuries. Her breathing hitched as she tried to push herself up to stand. Halfway up her legs seemed to give way. Before she could tumble to the ground I grabbed her, hauling her to her feet and holding as much of her weight as I could.

Her hands tangled in my shirt holding on for dear life. There’s no way she would be able to make it home and I didn’t trust leaving her like this with a stranger. Looking around the group of guys, Gabe was the first to speak up.

“What’s your plan? Get an Uber?” He asked.

“Yeah, I think I will take her to my place. I have a spare room she can sleep in and she can figure out something in the morning”

The guys nodded in agreement. No one wanted to leave her alone right now. Especially not with her angry boyfriend, or ex boyfriend I hope, on the loose.

“I’ll get you guys an Uber,” Gru piped up.

“Thanks” I muttered, turning my attention back to the girl clinging on to me.

The rest of the wait was quiet. No one talked about going anywhere else for the night. I’m sure at this point everyone wanted to go home and decompress from what had happened. Before long the Uber pulled up and I shuffled us around to open the door. With some adjustments I was able to sit her down and close the door before nodding to the guys and making my way around the car to climb in beside her.

The driver took off immediately, glancing in the rear view mirror between the two of us. We didn’t make it far before i turned to her,

“I’m André by the way”

Her sad eyes met mine and for a moment I didn’t think she would say anything until I heard a whisper.

“Y/N”

Her voice sounded awful and the emotion behind her eyes told me how exhausted she really was.

“I didn’t know where you would want to go so I figured you could come to my place and then decide what you want to do,” I told her.

She looked at me again before croaking out a “thank you”. The rest of the ride was quiet. Once we arrived at my place I figured out why it was quite. At some point during the drive Y/N must had fallen asleep, her head was leaning against the window and her body was curled right around herself.

I climbed out of the car and went to her side. Carefully I opened the door, catching her head when it went to fall. Surprisingly she didn’t wake so I slid my arms under her lifting her out of the car and pulling her against my chest.

Unlocking the door and navigating through my apartment while carrying another person was harder than I would have imagined. I made it to my guest room and laid her on the bed. Not wanting her to wake up uncomfortable I took her shoes off before covering her with blankets and shutting the door on my way out.

I settled on the couch with a beer from the fridge before releasing the breath that seemed stuck in my chest. The last thing I thought about before drifting off was the broken girl sleeping in the other room.

#andre burakovsky x reader #andre burakovsky #nhl #hockey #colorado avs #colorado avalanche #gabe landeskog #gabriel landeskog #nathan mckinnon #philipp grubauer

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