#all i can imagine is the handles on the back of my doggo's jacket that are supposedly to help keep the chest ties in place

[confusedshades]

Oh. So its a thing. With all the Robins. Is it tested out in the safety of the cave first in case the the cape/hood combo doesn't hold the kid's weight? Like the reinforced stitched gives out? Is there training for this?

A warning given from previous mantle holders that's dismissed out of hand until it happens to them in the field?

Is that Batman's version of a child leash/handle?

[oikaw-ugh]

LEIA!!!!!! 💖💞💗💕 HOW ARE YOU??! I saw you were doing match-ups! Can I have one but is it possible in a best friend way instead of lovers? Only if you want to and if you have time ofc! I'm 156 cm (almost 5'2 so don't call me 5'1 T^T) I barely get angry and I smile unconsciously a lot. (it's because I'm looking at your posts ;D jkjk) I'm a aquarius and I have hair which is a cross between Yachi's and Oik's hair. I look serious but actually am kinda sweet. Eh, if you need more deets, tell me!!😘

👁 PILAR BB HELLOOOOO THIS IS SO CUTE 🥺 was planning to do this the next weekend but as I write this (this paragraph), I am stuck in a group conference I don’t really want to. I hate the people and their humor :v that’s so rude of me.

And oooooh a bestfriend, now that's knew. But the moment I read this, the Holy Spirit told me your bestfriend would be...

Tsutomu Goshiki! (｡♡‿♡｡)

I don't know thoughhh but it just screamed Goshiki

Also, because you said you smile a lot? I think that makes Goshiki interested with you? But that’s just me LOL.

You’re childhood friends, alright?

Probably it’s either Goshiki’s family went to your neighborhood or yours to his!

But either way, we gotta thank your mothers for being so friendly with each other. If it weren’t for them, you wouldn’t be bestfriends with Goshiki!

Like, imagine your moms just chatting at the dining room, and like, you’re at the backyard playing with your toys?

Goshiki with that cute frown on his face: Wʜᴀᴛ...ᴀʀᴇ ʏᴏᴜ...ᴅᴏɪɴɢ???

He thinks frowning is manly let the child be

Pilar: These are my toys. Do you want to play with me?

Goshiki: ...I ɢᴜᴇss I ᴄᴀɴ ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴡɪᴛʜ ʏᴏᴜ.

When you were youngerrrr (like elementary/middle school young)

I feel like Goshiki was a loner

Like, no. Not the sad loner. Just that awkward dude that nobody wants to be friends with.

Because he’s just so proud of himself and like??? we don’t really want a show off as a friend yk what I’m saying?

So Goshiki is contented with being friends with you!

Pilar: Goshiki, you should try to be friends with others.

Goshiki: Hmph! I don’t need them! I’m already great by myself!

Also Goshiki on the inside:  🥺😢

Somehow, you kind of felt like you need to be at Goshiki’s side all the time? Because you know that he knows that you both know that he’s just too shy good for everyone.

So you try to be there for him at all times

Which is like, not that much because you’re pretty friendly yourself.

So it’s inevitable that sometimes, you kind of forget about him as you mingle with your other friends.

Whenever this happened, Goshiki is just silent at his seat, glaring at you, mad. 

Mad at what? I don’t know? The leaf? He’s kind of confused himself. He didn’t know what to do.

Going home together is a thing too! 

Goshiki wouldn’t admit it but he loves to go home with you.

Because it’s more livelier with you around, especially with how easily you get distracted. + he can boast at you, too!

Both of you: *silently walking*

A cat/ a doggo: *breathes*

Pilar: gOSHIKI, LOOK!

Goshiki: *groans* 

But deep inside, he likes it when you two get sidetracked when going home.

He hates it when things suddenly don’t go according to plan?

One time it was already dismissal and it’s time to go home. 

But you were so into your friends’ conversation you didn’t even know it was time to go home and Goshiki is growing impatient on his seat.

Pilar: Goshiki! Let’s go home?

Goshiki: *scoffs at you while blushing in anger* Yeah, right! I can go home by myself!

but he waited for you lol

Highschoollll

I think this is where your friendship grows more.

To the point that you both went to Shiratorizawa because you didn’t want to be separated from each other.

Well, Goshiki went like, “I don’t care if you don’t go with me to Shiratorizawa! I can handle myself.” but we all know that’s a lie.

He wanted to be a volleyball player.

AND YOU’RE DEFINITELY SUPPORTING IT!

Mainly because volleyball is just a very crowded sport? And thinking of Goshiki interacting with other people just??? makes your heart??? melt???

you hope his arrogance do not piss them though

He tells you that he met the team’s ace. 

And like, he’s trying to dethrone him because their ace is actually very popular!

Pilar: Are you sure with that though?

Goshiki: Of course I am! What? You think I can’t do it?

Pilar: Nah. I know you can do it! *sincere smile*

Goshiki in a nutshell:

Let’s talk about you two on a daily basis

NON STOP BICKERING

IDKKKKK just casual fights though (LMAO IS THERE SUCH THING AS CASUAL FIGHTS????)

Goshiki is very proud and he does not hesitate to tease you >=]]]

Goshiki: This is why you’re still 5′1″. You keep on eating sweets. you need to eat healthy foods to become taller.

Pilar: eXCUSE ME I AM 5′2″

Honey, there’s really not much of a difference in the eyes of a 5′11″ :(((

The fights are really petty jdbfdf but like, not the types that make you go mad yk (I’m so sorry Pilar BB my words are just failing me).

Pilar: You’re supposed to put cereal before the milk, Goshiki!

Goshiki: CEREAL IS A SOUP. MILK BEFORE CEREAL!

Pilar: iT’S NOT A SOUP-

Things are shared between you two c:

Like, your classmates wouldn’t be surprised when today, Goshiki wears his purple varsity jacket and the next day, you arrive at school wearing it.

Pilar: Goshiki~ can I borrow your hankie?

Goshiki: Pilar, do you still have those oil absorbing sheets?

Pilar: Goshiki~ you’re going home late today, right? Should I leave my umbrella for you?

OH, AND BY THE WAY! Somehow, Goshiki is able to open up to others well now??? Like, the people around him just take his arrogance lightly? They love him AND THIS MAKES YOU SO PROUD.

Goshiki: ...Are you crying?

Pilar: No. I’m sweating with my eyes ;)

Suitors? Frowned upon.

A no-no for Goshiki >=[[[

Goshiki: Do you hear yourself? You think that guy can take care of you? Does he even know your zodiac sign?

Pilar:  👁 👄 👁

Pilar: ʷʰᵒ ᶜʰᵉᶜᵏˢ ᵒᵗʰᵉʳ ᵖᵉᵒᵖˡᵉ'ˢ ᶻᵒᵈᶦᵃᶜ ˢᶦᵍⁿˢ ᵃᵗ ᵗʰᵉ ᶠᶦʳˢᵗ ᵐᵉᵉᵗᵘᵖˀ

Pilar: ʷᵃᶦᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ᵏⁿᵒʷ ᵐᶦⁿᵉˢˀ

But truth to be told, Goshiki is just uncomfortable with the thought that you might get hurt by other boys’ if ever you let them court you.

But your happiness >>>> before anything else so as much as Goshiki hates it, he’d let you entertain your suitors anyway...

BUT that does not mean he’s not going to pry >=[[[[

Your suitor(s) can only approach you at your BREAK TIMES

Break times=snacks and lunches WITH GOSHIKI

Your suitor is uncomfortable with Goshiki glaring at the side? TAKE IT OR LEAVE IT.

Your suitor would like to drive/walk with you home? I’m sorry, Goshiki is already at the gate waiting for you

Goshiki: What? You’re taking her home? Do you even know where she lives? I’m the only one who know where she lives! *proud*

Goshiki: You don’t even know her mom!

You:

Your suitor: :V

You try to discuss this with Goshiki, though. But he is hardheaded!

Goshiki: I’m just trying to protect you! Those boys are just going to break your heart, you’ll see!

But anyways, at the end of the day, it’s: Goshiki >>>> before anyone else for your case so when your suitors couldn’t take Goshiki’s sharp tongue, I’m sorry then they’re not worth keeping.

Bye, bitch.

serious fights...

I think that could happen if Goshiki takes his sharp tongue too far!

Like, when he boasts too much he wouldn’t he has offended you?

It happens rarely since you aren’t the type who gets mad easily but whenever this happened, it takes sooo long to patch up?

And Goshiki at these times would be so down! The volleyball club would find it odd how he’s not saying his normal banters (like, he’s the better ace and stuff).

Your parents would find it odd how you went home alone when you’re usually with Goshiki?

Mom/Dad/relative: Pilar, you’re home? Where’s Goshiki?

You: I don’t know with that bowl cut pole.

Them: Ahhhhh. A fight.

I CAN SEE YOUR FAM AND GOSHIKI’S INTERVENING!!!!

Like, they’d purposely hold dinner together or something. And both of you are like: ???? of all times? Why?

Like, it’d be so cute if they’d let you buy something at the groceries for “dinner”. And you both would be so awkward because??? you’re in a fight.

Goshiki tries to break the ice first though. After hours of silence, he’d randomly say things like, “Hmph! The Milo model looks ugly. I look better than him!” he said that while reaching for the Milo in can.

And you’re like:...you’d look better if you change your haircut.

Goshiki, obviously offended: eXCUSE ME?!

And before you knew it, you two would laugh your ass off because of that and you’re back to being besties! :>>>

Here you go, Pilar! I’m sorry if this took long BB :> and I hope I’m accur8 or something ehehhe :))))

[brownskinsugarplum76]

Eye of the Storm, Ch 6

This one came tumbling out of my brain pretty quickly... I've really fallen in love with these two together! 😍😍😍 No smut, but we continue the love-fest. I also go into what happened between Robert and Maggie after the one shot Tequila Sunrise. I plan on going into more flashbacks later. (Catch up on the rest of the Eye of the Storm chapters here.)

Thanks as always to @firethatgrewsolow for the read. ❤️❤️❤️

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Maggie and Robert caught Strider gleefully chasing after the birds and barking his excitement. They could tell right away that he meant no harm to the seagulls, he was just excited to find playmates.

Because there was some distance between them and Strider, Robert put two fingers in his mouth and whistled. The dog raced toward his master, as though playing with his feathered friends would never match the connection he had to Robert.

Strider wagged his tail expectantly, and Robert crouched to scratch behind his pet's ears. "Hey, boy! What kind of adventures did you get into with those birds? Hmm? Couldn't wait for me to get some exercise? What am I going to do with you, huh?"

"He's got you wrapped around his paw, hasn't he?" Maggie watched with amusement as her magnetic, masculine boyfriend suddenly became a boyish imp who didn't seem to have the heart to scold his pet.

"He is certainly a big part of my life when I'm at home." He glanced up at Maggie but quickly trained his eyes back on Strider. He resumed ruffling the dog's fur with joy.

"So much so that you brought him across the ocean and a big country to live with you, it seems."

"Exactly. I couldn't go that long without my boy!" He turned back to his pet. "Strider, this is Maggie. You'll be seeing a lot of her for a while. I hope you two can be friends? She's special to me, just like you."

"Hey, Strider! I grew up with a dog in my house, so I am definitely pleased to meet you." She stroked his fur and then scratched behind his ears, just like Robert had.

"Do you like the beach? I do, too! I love to go every chance I can get, and I'm so excited that you and Robert live here! I'd love to walk you out here. What do you say?"

She continued to pet Strider, and he nuzzled against her, glad to have met a new friend.

"He's been cooped up almost all day; that might explain why he escaped. Why don't we all take a walk now?"

"That's a good idea, Robert."

"I'll let you bond with him a little more, while I get his favorite ball."

"Absolutely. I'd love to keep this cutie company." Maggie resumed petting Strider's mottled coat and talking to him. He was content to bask in Maggie's attention.

Maggie couldn't have asked for a better day: seeing Robert again, becoming his special roommate, and knowing it was just the beginning of a couple of blissful weeks with him. It was like she was living inside of a rock and roll fairytale, and she planned to cherish every second.

Strider perked his ears up and wagged his tail, seconds before a ratty tennis ball soared over his head. "All right, doggo, go fetch!" Robert yelled from a distance.

He reached Maggie by the time Strider clamped down on the runaway ball. "I thought you might want this," he said, helping her into her jacket. The wind had whipped up a bit, the waves were reclaiming some of the shoreline, and sunset was on its way.

"Thanks. It is starting to get a little chilly."

Strider returned and dropped the ball at Robert's feet. "Good boy. Nothing ever gets past you! Maybe there's a tryout for you with Wolverhampton in the future, hmm?"

Robert threw Strider's ball once more, and the pet was off again.

"Fancy a walk?" Robert placed a hand on the small of Maggie's back.

"I'd love to."

They stopped and started down the beach, pausing to throw Strider's ball, examine seashells, and kiss.

"This is a lot like that first night…" Robert started.

"But very different in other ways…"

"And not just because we're sober and not horizontal!" Robert chuckled before he got serious. "Maggie, having you here really feels like my life has regained something it was missing after the accident… I'm so glad we ran into each other. I feel more complete, more alive somehow… Does that make sense? I've never felt this way before."

"I completely understand. I felt so at home when we went inside your place, and I feel like Strider and I will be good friends in no time. I don't know, it just…"

"...Feels right." Robert finished her thought, grasped her face, and sent her reeling with a spellbinding kiss.

They smiled at each other while their lips still touched and  kissed some more.

"We've already woken up to a majestic sunset together; how about we watch the sun go down this time?" Robert sat on the sand, back where it was still dry, with his legs spread wide. He motioned for Maggie to join him, and whistled for Strider to take a break with them.

Maggie sat down between Robert's legs, and he wrapped his arms around her. Strider enjoyed the feel of Maggie's hand in his fur.

Maggie was soothed by the smell of Robert's well-worn leather jacket and the sandalwood scent that was always there when he was close. It was a heady scent that was more powerful for her in that moment than the eternal fresh ocean smell that whipped around on the early evening air.

Robert kissed the top of her head and rested his hands on her shoulders. Just like back in 1972, they had the beach to themselves.

Maggie enjoyed the rapidly changing colors of the sky and marveled at how much had changed between them over the past few years. She was certain that her first encounter with Robert, back when she was working at the restaurant and trying to get her band off the ground, would just be a one-night fling. She was prepared to remember it as the most romantic one-night stand ever, with the most captivating man she'd ever met.

She thought that Robert asking for her number the next morning was just a polite way to say goodbye. But when he actually called the next day, and they spoke for hours… It was beyond belief.

He arranged for a car to take her to The Forum the following day, and she watched in the wings after having missed the San Diego show while working. The concert was phenomenal, and her sampling of tour life afterward was more outrageous than she could've imagined. It was a long night of partying and transcendent intimacy with Robert. She slept soundly through the ride back to San Diego, and her dreams were filled with visions of the vivacious blond singer.

It was a lovely beginning for them, and was joined with many more memorable encounters, of lively parties, romance, intelligent conversation, and commiserating on artistry at times. Robert was as much a friend to her as a lover, a friend who had climbed all the peaks and valleys that she was starting to climb, one who was more than willing to give her a boost when needed.

Their history made her that much more willing to experience every happy moment possible with him and work through every bad one that was to come.

"Penny for your thoughts, Mags?" Robert murmured his question in her ear after realizing she had gone silent.

"I'm just thinking about us."

"Good thoughts, I hope?" He heated her inside with delicate kisses along her jawline.

"Only the best." She sighed and noticed that Strider had fallen asleep.

"I've said it before, but you've always been a highlight for me whenever we come out west. You understand quite a bit of my life, having lived along a similar track. You've had every right, on many occasions, to get angry, never take my phone calls again, or send the driver packing, but you're always there for the next trip with a smile. God knows I don't deserve someone like you, with all the Good Time Percy galavanting I've done. Just… Thank you."

Maggie nuzzled against his chest and enjoyed the moment.

"I was an absolute mess here after the accident. If no one had come around to see me, I'd probably be back in that caveman beard that I shaved off a little before I met you, drinking Bovril and screaming at the soccer games on the TV. I had just started getting back on track with my voice… But then my body takes a big hit? And there was no certainty as to whether things would ever be right again? I couldn't handle it. I didn't want to deal with it, just wanted to lay low. And then it became a big, months-long pity party--a pity party with women and stimulants and anything else to chase the blues away. But the blues never left. If I had let you in… If I had sought you out when things went bad… I…"

"It's water under the bridge, Robert. Really. Just don't let it happen again. OK?

It was Maggie's turn to give Robert a searing kiss." Seriously, don't hide out if you're feeling low. I'm here for you."

"I will share your load… Oooh, let me!" Robert belted out some of his ad libbing from Physical Graffiti. The wind carried off the sound, but the meaning was fully captured by Maggie's heart.

"Exactly, shameless front man!" She laughed and sprung to her feet, dusting the sand off her clothes.

"I'm cold now… Race you back to the house?" Without a reply from Robert, she was off, with Strider following along, awake again and ready to play the new game Maggie had started.

"Dammit, woman, not so fast! You know I'm taking it easy!" Robert gingerly jogged the first few yards and, feeling fine, sprinted as best he could in the twilight to close the distance between them.

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The rest of my stories are here, or search for the hashtag #brownskinsugarplumlibrary

[dreamin-of-somewhere-else]

The Novaks: The One With The Cat

The Novaks masterlist

Characters: Michael, Lucifer, Gabriel, Balthazar, Castiel x sister!reader

Words: 1515

Warnings: Just a little bit of swearing, a tiny bit of subtle fluff

A/N: Hey you guys, it’s been a while since I posted, and I’m really sorry about that. Anyway, here’s a new piece of the Novaks, and it’s lighthearted for once, so don’t worry it won’t rip your heart out haha. Hope you enjoy this incredibly delayed part :)

You clutch the black cat towards your chest, subconsciously scratching it behind its ear as you cross the road, heading towards your house. If you are to be cautious, you probably shouldn’t head straight towards it, but figure out a plan and course of action first, but it’s freaking cold out, and it looks like it’s about to rain. And cats don’t like rain, right? So really, you’re doing it for the cat — and not for yourself, not at all, you just happen to not like rain, also.

You already know that the cat in your arms are going to cause you some serious trouble. Michael will never approve of it. Ever. But it’s not like you wanted to get it, but no one else would, and you know better than to think that rainbows and cotton candy is what wait for animals no one wanted. And besides, it’s so damn cute with its soft, fluffy fur and round eyes.

As the first heavy raindrops fall, you jump up the stairs to your home, and quietly sneak inside. You hold you breath and listen. At first it’s quiet but then you hear Michael and Lucifer’s voices in the kitchen, talking passive aggressively about something.

So, you try to cover the cat as best as you can with your denim jacket, and head towards the stairs, but as you take your first step, they creak loudly.

”Hello?” Michael calls out.

”It’s (Y/N)!” you call back.

The last thing you want is for him to grow suspicious and go and look what the sound came from, because then he would see you and your new pet.

”Where have you been?” he then asked, and you could hear him leaving the kitchen, chair scraping against the floor and footsteps heading in your direction.

”Just out,” you reply vaguely as you start to move up the stairs. It’s dark on the second floor, as no light are on, and the chances of your older brother seeing the cat get smaller as you move up into the darkness. ”I’m going to my room to study, history test tomorrow.”

It’s a lie — not the history test, the studying — but Michael lets out an approving sound. You walk up the rest of the stairs, taking two steps at a time, hurry into your room and close the door behind you.

Once inside, you set the cat down. It purrs and begins to walk around the room, looking around itself. You sit down on your carpet and reach out a welcoming hand, trying to befriend the creature. But the cat simply ignores you, finding a pair of socks far more interesting.

You don’t know exactly how much time has passed when the door to your room suddenly open and you freeze.

”(Y/N), would you like to—,” there’s a pause, ”what is that?”

You stiffly turn around, eyes wide as saucers. ”Hello Castiel.”

”(Y/N),” Castiel whisper-yells as he makes his way into the room, ”is that a cat? You know you can’t just bring a cat into our home, Michael will—”

”I know,” you hiss, subconsciously reaching out to pet the cat that’s stroking itself against your legs.

”What are you going to do about it?” Castiel asks, eyebrows now furrowed as his blue eyes latch onto the black animal filled with a certain curiosity.

”I don’t know,” you reply and sigh. ”I kinda like it.”

You’ve only had it for about an hour, maximum, but still you had grown attached. Probably more attached to the cat than the cat is to you. It’s just so cute, with it’s impossibly black fur that almost makes it look like a silhouette, and the yellow, expressive eyes.

You watch as he tentatively reach out a hand. The cat immediately spots it, creeps closer, and gives Castiel a headbutt, rubbing it’s head against it. Castiel smiles fondly, despite himself.

”See, he likes you, and you like him,” you say, making your brother look at you instead of the cat, and he frowns a little again, feeling a bit outwitted. ”It’s perfect.”

”What is that?” a new voice speaks up, and you sigh loudly, face palming.

”You couldn’t have closed the door, Cas?” you ask, looking between Castiel and Gabriel, who’s now entering the room.

”Mike’s not gonna like this,” Gabriel states in a sing-song voice. ”Which means I do.”

Gabriel walks over to the cat, picks it up and sits down on your bed. You look at him, a little unsurely, but then he begins to pet the cat, who begins to purr loudly. It claws his lap, before curling up into a ball in it. How did you not know before that he’s practically a cat whisperer?

Eventually, you give in and sit down next to your older brother, petting the cat as well.

And just like Castiel, Gabriel didn’t close the door behind him, and ten minutes later, Lucifer and Balthazar has joined you, unsurprisingly, and the hype surrounding the cat intensifies.

Meanwhile, Michael’s alone downstairs. The house has gotten suspiciously quiet, except for a few thuds coming from his only sister’s room. Sighing, he leaves the couch, and heads upstairs. Something’s up and he knows he’s not going to like it, because he knows his siblings. They never do what they’re told, and have no problem stepping on Michael’s nerves.

As he walks closer to your room, he notices that the door is actually closed, but there’s muffled, excited voices coming from inside. He wonders what you’re doing in there — and why he hasn’t moved out yet — before he grabs the handle and opens the door.

All he sees are backs.

”What the hell are you doing in here?” he asks loudly, and then he sees five surprised faces as you all turn around at his voice.

”Michael,” you address him, voice even higher than usual before you laugh nervously. ”What are you doing here?”

”Answer my question,” Michael says with a tone that implies that he’s not up for this bullshit, and his patience is running out, as always.

The silence is thick, and Michael strains his eyes as he lets his gaze run across the room, looking for something out of the ordinary that tells him what’s up — and that’s when he sees a tail.

Leaving his spot by the door, Michael walks up to his siblings, and pushes them to the side to see what they’re hiding, and is met by a black cat.

You immediately reach out to pick it up from the floor, holding it protectively in your arms. Balthazar and Gabriel cross their arms and place themselves between you and the cat, and the oldest Novak sibling.

”What the hell, (Y/N),” Michael states lowly, his eyes boring into yours.

You twist uncomfortably, ”sorry…”

”That cat is leaving,” Michael decides with finality in his voice, as he crosses his arms over his chest, ”now.”

”But—” Castiel begins. Michael interrupts.

”No, no pets allowed, you know the rules.”

”Hey, Mike,” Lucifer speaks up, stepping closer to Michael as he raises his chin. ”Stop being such a bore.”

”Actually, the cat’s awesome,” Balthazar agrees. ”He’s kind of a douchebag, but he’s cool. We like him.”

”And, he has a name too, you know,” Castiel speaks up, looking at Michael. ”It’s Crowley.”

Michael frowns, shaking his head to himself. ”Crowley. Why the hell did you name him Crowley?”

”Why the hell not?” Gabriel counters, and Michael looks like he’s about to give up.

Michael sighs and looked at his siblings. Balthazar stands closest, tense. Gabriel stares at him with a look that says come on man, you couldn’t possibly. Lucifer just raises his eyebrows, and Michael already knows what he thinks, because he always has to disagree with him, per definition. Castiel stands protectively between Michael and the cat, looking as scary as the rather scrawny teen possibly could, and then finally there’s you peeking your head out behind Castiel while holding the pet, gently scratching it behind its fluffy ears as it only squirmed a little.

There’s four young men between Michael and the cat, and then there’s you, who Michael knows won’t give up the animal without a fight.

”Fine then,” Michael growls, rolling his eyes as his shoulder lump.

He’s always the bad guy and this household, and for once he decides not to.

”What did you say?” Lucifer presses, wanting his brother to repeat his words of defeat.

The rest of you only stares at Michael, blinking being your only moves.

”I said fine,” Michael says louder, and that’s what sets you off.

A wide smile spreads on your face, as Gabriel and Balthazar high fives. Castiel cheers and Lucifer smirks contently.

Michael leaves the room in silence, and heads down the stairs again to retreat to the first floor where he spends most of his time, by himself.

Not that night though, because when you go downstairs to fetch a glass of water, you find Michael sitting in the couch, watching TV, Crowley curled up on the couch next to him.

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[edelgarfield]

YURIO CHOREOGRAPHED HIS EX IN FUCKING ONE NIGHT IM FUCKING SCREAMING

im just imagining this little shit running around the streets of barcelona in the middle of the night trying to cobble a costume together while he lets beka handle the music

he bursts into chris’s hotel room at 3 like “give me one of your sexy tank tops”

& chris is 75% asleep and doesn’t register that none of his clothes are appropriate for a 15 year old. he gestures at his wardrobe and as yurio leaves he’s like. “im 2 sizes bigger than you my tanks will fall off”

yurio looks him dead in the eye. “good.”

yurio takes pleasure in waking JJ up at 5 am and asking for his tackiest piece of jewelry.

“here’s this cross necklace that i got at a flea market for 2 bucks”

yurio snatches it out of his hands. “im going to kick your ass today shithead”

JJ wonders if yurio understands the meaning of an exhibition skate.

the hardest part is the jacket bc yurio’s outfit just isn’t right but there’s no one here that’s actually his size and yurio hasn’t slept in 24 hours.

he’s on his 5th red bull.

when suddenly, like a bolt from the blue, he sees someone outside the rink wearing the gaudiest purple leather jacket he’s ever seen. it’s perfect.

“you! how much for your jacket!”

the man is confused bc he doesn’t speak english and also the men’s GPF gold medalist is screaming at him. he’s 80% sure these are his last moments on earth.

“jacket“ yurio says like that will make the man understand.

through a complex game of charades, yurio manages to communicate that he wants the jacket. the man happily hands it over bc holy shit it’s the ice tiger of russia.

yurio throws the guy 30,000 rubles.

yurio shows up right before his EX running on 15 red bulls with under eye circles darker than his soul.

“you look like you’ve been shoved through a meat grinder” mila says

“good” yurio replies.

no amount of foundation will help. lilia is panicking, barcelona is falling. yurio’s eyes still look like they can see through time.

georgi kicks in the door. “i got this”

it’s 5 minutes to show time and yuuri and viktor come to see him off. they’re still in their own EX costumes.

“wow! so chic!” viktor says before getting distracted by a dog in the stands. (”it’s in a purse yuuri, 10/10 would doggo again“)

“davai!” yuuri says.

yuuri has a pair of sunglasses clipped to his shirt. yurio points at them. “are those viktor’s”

“yes?”

they’re gucci and worth more than nikolai plisetsky’s car.

yurio snatches them and skates off before viktor comes back.

beka is at the edge of the rink dressed in all black. he flashes yurio a thumbs up.

“wow those sunglasses look just like mine!”

[angisam]

you wild side

Chapter 4 - The Non-Existence    

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tag chapter: underfell (au community) wolvesfell( au and charater @sanspar)

uf!sans , wolvesfell!pap, non-existence, Beartler

note: my english is bad I hope you won't have problem to read it

"Hurry up! They can't escape!" - Bearlte's shouts could be heard uncomfortably close by was a clear sign that they should accelerate the pace.

"C'mon Bossy, We should sidetrack them already! Hurry up ! "The beast growled at him complaining of the comment. Sans clung as he could to the back of the other didn't even know how he could continue to cling to him taking the strides he gave trying to dodge all the obstacles he found in the forest. Little by little the trees began to become less frequent until they disappeared almost completely, giving way to a large white meadow. "Tell me you know where we're going in?!" He looked up and smiled with total confidence - oh no ... he knew that face, Papyrus would do that face when he do madness. When he look back, he notice that Bearlte appeared with four soldiers from the forest left behind, now that there were no obstacles in between, it was only a matter of time before they were powdered. "!we have to!…. No ... you won't  be able "- Bossy increased speed in response. His grip tightened- "oh for Asgore I guess it's better than dying devoured by dogs" - in the background was observed how the land had long ago split apart in two halves; A cliff appeared before his eyes.

Each time they were closer to reaching them one could hear their tired breaths. "Stop! It's an order! "- ordered the Mighty Bear monster, but it was too late. They had already jumped the great and impressive ravine. The jump was incredibly powerful, despite that, wasn't enough to avoid the blow he received in the ribs after landing on the same edge of the other end. It was noisily painful it was so dry that the rider gave a full turn before sliding down the floor. When Sans looked up he saw Bearlte standing at one end and watching with his great and fearsome mace surrounded by four guard dogs and at the other end Pupyrus trying desperately to climb. "Damn it!" The monster skeleton rose quickly to To succor his hairy brother. I grabbed his jacket but it was too heavy for him. The other tried desperately to climb but his legs couldn't grab at anything the rock would come off at every attempt. There was a dreadful snarl and then a sharp blow to his side they both looked at the direction where it occurred and before they could really perceive that Bearlte threw their mace at the other end the ground cracked around them falling down the deep cliff.

Two days before

There is a lot of noise around him. Sans doesn't know where he is, the last thing he remembers is to have fallen asleep at the sentry station and to have woken up in a place full of smoke with people screaming nothing coordinated with a loud alarm. he was in a bad way shortened on a hard cold ground and a red light with an appearance pattern banged his eyesocker uncomfortably. Never in his life had he been so confused and sick, he felt like ... like .... It was indescribable. It was like if he had been thrown into a tornado while his ribs is hit their . He repositioned himself to sit down and made an effort to assimilate his surroundings, it was the most grotesquely realistic nightmare he had ever dreamed of. "! HERE AMONG THE SMOKE! GETTING IT "- wait ... were they referring to him? -  can hear the floors of several monsters heading towards their position -" LOOSE THE NOOSES"- oooohhhhh shit they referred to him, confused with fear and with stressed, the last thing he saw before teleporting away from wherever he  was looked up to a person tying a long stick with a bow at the premiere. Nop! Nop! Nop! The hard floor give way to the snow soft. Sans, still in his seated position, began to crawl backward until a solid wall prevented him from continuing. He tried to breathe as calmly as he could, questioning whether what he had just lived was only the product of a nightmare. Over time he forced himself to relax and inspect where he had stopped ... nice thing, he was leaning on one side of his house, between the house and the shed more concretely. It rises up little by little even having the discomfort of when it woke up in that place, bitter proof that that really happened. - I have to look for Pap- I think whatever that place is, it's something serious. He begins to walk towards the setting of his house using the wall as a support, he still feels  like a shit but gradually disappears.

When it finally arrives it he escaba in his pocket to extract the key of house. But for some reason It doesnt work "fuck ... I'm not for shit, open fucking door!" - to despair begins knocking on the door and pulling the handle almost trying to pull it out, eventually surrender, whatever, there is nobody at home. He doesn't know what time it is but there are no lights inside, his brother must be on patrol or something. Well he could wait, so he would be more relaxed and could think things through. It time to go to Grillby's.

On his way to Grillby's tavern he noticed that some monsters were watching him closely, it wouldn't be the first time that some monster was spying on him, but at that moment it was different, his eyes were to mistrustful. Sans noticed it but decided to believe that it was his imaginations so accumulated stress in such a short time, so that being watched was not something so unusual.

When he entered the bright and warm tavern, he found the same customers in their respective seats, counting the royal guards of Snowdin. That meant Papyrus would have finished his patrol hours ago .... It also meant that he would have to listen to the reprimands for not being in his station. Now more than ever he wanted a drink. But then? Where was him? Undyne. Probably called him on some matter maybe to train, well, it didn't matter, it would be late. Before going to the bar and asking for something he approached to ask Dogamy and Dogaressa to assure his theory. "Hey, do you know where my brother is now?" - Great dog tilted his head and Doggo only directed the ears to where the sound came without looking away from the fan of letters, regarding the couple looked surprised and then "You're the first one we see, surely we would remember seeing a monster as you, hehehe," replied Dogaressa. What the fuck? What did that creepy tone come to? But instead of answering he simply preferred to leave the conversation had already had too many strange things for today.

He sat at the bar in front of the flaming violet monster, which kept drying a glass with a rag. "Grillby put me the usual, you can't imagine how my day has gone" - the other simply remained silent ,silently looking behind his sunglasses- "... and what is it  the everyday?" - he frown while he kept his watch the fire "oh come Grill I'm not in the mood" - "... you're taking a lot of liberties runt " - "this is because of my tag ?, don't I always pay you ?" -they fire in front of him I stopped cleaning the glass, leaving it on the table while he was leaning one arm on the bar and the other I used it as a support to pose his head - "this is interests me now, is usually me who has to" refresh "the memory and not the Reverse, since we are what you owe me money mmm "-" ... what? ... "- his eye lights began to tremble" hey, are you bothering this appetizer? "- the other dogs laughed

the joke to Doggo. ENOUGH! A red light was the last thing they saw in the bar. Sans teleported to Waterfall, he had to find his brother, he only hoped that he and Undyne would know who he was.

he knock the door with pure terror in his hands. Out of the door came Undyne, who was looking at him with the face of few friends. Before she could say anything Sans stepped forward, "! Undyne tell me that you know where my brother is, something really fucked is going on and- "Before he could follow it the Captain she lunged at him, banging his skull against the ground. I grab him by the sweater from his lying position- "shut up! I dont get any more visits at this time of night, I don't know where the hell  your brother is. "" Undyne for Asgore, I have to find him anyway! You have to - "- Undyne put his spare hand on her Teeth without any affection, he didn't need to open his mouth to speak precisely but the message was more than clear- "I see .... He is dead "-" WHAT !? "-" you arent the first one who comes desperate asking to find a missing family member, if you haven't found him until now,so he is dead, don't have much hope "- with that explanation she get off  from above Sans and went back into houses.

He instantly got up "b-b-but I'm not- What's happening?" - again he teleported to Snowdin this time back to his house. He ran to the entrance, without expecting it, he found a giant bear monster opening the door. The little skeleton stared at him in horror, he was standing right in front of the door with a set of keys without noticing his presence. "Can I help you with something?" - well, maybe he already notice his presence - "..." - "I've never seen you around here is a bit dangerous to walk around these hours" - "I'm.. this-" "Yes? "-which I could answer-oh yeah, look me and my brother have been in that house for years but apparently no one remembers our existence-" yeah...  I'm looking for my brother, I ... em think he's in Snowdin ... in some place "- sounded  as the worst excuse in history but the other didn't seem to care or didn't notice -" I see ... "- began to rummage in his pocket -" look, I know you're worried but it isn't a good idea that monsters as you ronden at night "- the subject sack of the pocket 100 g-" W-What? "-" is for the hostal, it is at the other part of the town. There a point of transport there is behind the house in an igloo isn't lost "- where did this guy come from? Nobody gives money to strangers, the only way someone gives you money is with a beating before. "H-hey, thank you very much for your help, hehe" - "it's my job" - and with that last sentence he enter the house.

Sans kept looking at the bills that had been kind enough to give him. And if he didn't actually find his brother because he didn't exist. He had begun to tremble in his life he had been so afraid, to wake up in a strange place and never to have existed is never totally unlikely, but that is what was happening. There's something that big guy was right the nights are dangerous and he had nowhere else to go.

He intended to open the door of the hospal when he suddenly saw that in the other building the door was opened and he found another strange point to add to his day; a human .

 The human noticed his presence and gasped in surprise, more than frightened, confused.

"S-San- ..." - the human being quiet suddenly and shaking his head he stepped back without believing what his eyes were seeing, starting to run out of Snowdin.

Did that human know who he was !?

[geekgoddessathina]

I was tagged by the wonderful @starkidfanpl thanks <3

Rules: Answer all questions, add one question of your own and tag as many people as there are questions. 1. Coke or Pepsi: Coke all the way 2. Disney or Dreamworks: Disney but i like dreamworks too  3. Coffee or Tea: I’m such a coffee person it’s scary  4. Books or Movies: I’m part of the “the book was better” club but I’m also a huge movie enthusiast and since I watch more movies than I read books I guess I’d have to go with movies 5. Windows or Mac: Mac. Yeah I’m one of those people  6. DC or Marvel: Honestly it’s so hard to keep up with either of them for me but my girlfriend taught me a lot I guess DC? because I love Harley Quinn but honestly idk 7. Xbox or Playstation: I’m not enough of a gamer to judge but I’ve used both but idk haha 8. Dragon Age or Mass Effect: idk what these are I’m dumb sorry 9. Night Owl or Early Rise: I wish I was able to call myself an early rise because I LOVE the sunrise (more than the sunset fight me) and I just generally love the vibe of early summer morning where I don’t have to stress out, it makes me feel productive and less depressed but let’s face it, I literally only live at night so Night Owl 10. Cards or Chess: Love both but I only play chess with my sister so cards I guess 11. Chocolate or Vanilla: Chocolate 12. Vans or Converse: Converse but I’d love to get vans  13. Lavellan, Trevelyan, Cadash or Adaar: what the fuck  14. Fluff or Angst: Angst with a happy ending + fluff haha  15. Beach or Forest: for someone who spends their whole summer at the same beach I don’t like them that much. There is something about beaches that always stresses me out no matter if their full of people or not (we usually have one all to ourselves I hate the touristy ones) so Forest it is 16. Dogs or Cats: cats are cute but I prefer doggos 17. Clear Skies or Rain: Clear skies but summer rain yassss 18. Cooking or Eating Out: depends on my mood, both is nice 19. Spicy Food or Mild Food: I’m so white I literally can’t handle spicy food  20. Halloween/Samhain or Solstice/Yule/Christmas: Christmas ho ho ho 21. Would you rather forever be a little too cold or a little too hot: this sounds like torture and I don’t want it  22. If you could have a superpower, what would it be?: Invisibility so I could stalk people  23. Animation or Live Action: Don’t make me choose I love both  24. Paragon or Renegade: what 25. Baths or Showers: I haven’t taken a bath since I was like 8 so shower  26. Team Cap or Team Iron Man: If we’re talking about that one movie where they fight (forgot the name) then Team Iron Man because honestly I could totally understand his actions.  27. Fantasy or Sci-fi: Fantasy because I’d rather live in a medieval fantasy world than a si-fi world but in fiction I like both 28. Do you have three or four favourite quotes?: cheesy but still nice “don’t tell me the sky is the limit when there is footprint on the moon” 29. YouTube or Netflix: YouTube  30. Harry Potter or Percy Jackson: Harry Potter all the way omg  31. When You Feel Accomplished: I never feel accomplished what is this  32. Star Wars or Star Trek: Star Wars pew pew  33. Paperback Books or Hardback Books: Packerback 34. Handwriting or Typing: Typing but I wish I’d prefer handwriting it’s so much nicer. Yet, I’m a lazy ass  35. Velvet or Satin: Velvet bitches  36. Video Games or Movies: Movieeeeeeesssss 37. Would you rather be the dragon or own the dragon?: I’d like to be a shape shifter that could become a dragon if wanted  38. Sunrise or sunset: Sunrise. Now, I know I might be very alone with this but hear me out: Imagine you’re on an Island, you live in a little cabin next to a bigger house very, very deserted from the main village of the Island or civilization in general. It’s very hot in the cabin and at around 6 AM you wake up because it literally feels like a sauna. You get up and go outside where the wind is blowing and suddenly it feels quite cold. You grab a notebook and a pen, put them into a bag, put on a jacket and leave to go for a walk. Now, there are roads and paths on the island but you prefer having an adventure to go through the bushes and the more dangerous paths so you jump over the little wall separating you from the wild nature and start your climbing/ walking adventure. You go down to the valley and then up the hill on the other side. All the way through you can see the sea ahead, you can hear birds singing and goats and sheep and you feel so free it’s incredible. You reach a huge rock on which it is very comfortable to sit, get out your notebook and start writing and sketching and when the sun goes up, it’s the most beautiful, most colorful thing you have and will ever see in you entire life. You’ve never felt more alive. The smell of the sea, the smell of summer and the general adventurous, free vibe is the best thing you could ever feel. And ladies and gentlemen, this is why I love my home, Greece so, so, so much. SHORT ANSWER: SUNRISE  39. What’s your favourite song? Where is the line by The Majority Says cause this song has been with me for a long time  40. Horror Movies yes or no: I am scared of everything NO 41. Long hair or short hair: um dunno both  42. Opera or Theatre: I like both but i prefer theatre  43: Assuming the multiverse theory is true and every story ever told has really happened somewhere, which one of the movie/book/tv show/game/etc worlds would you pick to travel to first?: Middle Earth  44: Are you scared of thunderstorms? Why?: No I think they’re very soothing  45. Would you rather travel back in time or into the future?: There are so many centuries and times I wanna see definitely back in time  46. What is, in your opinion, the most pointless/unnecessary thing ever invented?: the social construct of gender and it’s stereotypes  47: What is your favourite food?: SUSHI

 48.  What is your dream job?: Actress (fucking accept me bloody drama schools I hate y’all)

49. (new question): a word you hate:

I’m too dumb to tag so many people but I tag @emilysshook and I would tag more people but i tagged them all in the last thing and I feel bad for tagging people in so much so emily it’s only you (anyone else who wants to do this can do it too, go for it)

[mycasandstarrs]

SPN 4x11: “Family Remains”

Because I know this episode fairly well, I know exactly who this bastard is and i know not to feel sorry for him when he dies....right now.

RIP sick, twisted, perverted bastard.

Sammy asleep in the backseat, Dean looking for a job in the front seat.

Non stop cases for a month, jeez.

I can’t imagine how badly Sam is fuming right now. He finally gets Dean to open up the truth about Hell, and instead of calmly working through it, Dean’s got him working non stop. And Sam has to follow along because he knows working cases is how Dean copes with things and he doesn’t want to take it away from him.

“Boy, three bedrooms, two baths, and one homicide. this place is gonna sell like hotcakes.” Well actually, minus the homicide, the place seems kinda nice.

Oh I take it back, the kitchen’s ugly.

“It’s probably a dumbwaiter. All these old houses had them.”

“Know-it-all.”

“What?”

“What?”

“You said..”

“What?”

“Never mind.” 

Dean’s a child.

“Ugh” is right, Sam.

How did they fail to learn that the place had been sold? Tho I guess it technically isn’t their fault...and they couldn’t have known that the family would move in right at the same time as they’re investigating the place...

Enter poor, dumb, about to be traumatized family.

Son with a dog, daughter who’s more concerned about her phone working, mom trying to keep it together, and dad making dad jokes.

Bonus uncle who I’m gonna guess is the “cool one”.

From the outside, the house is beautiful.

Mr. Stanwyk and Mr. Babar.

Honestly, they could’ve avoided the whole damn thing if they had just went to the damn hotel room.

JUST SUCK IT UP KATE.

“Another motel? Awesome, Dad. I hope this one has hooker sheets, like the last one.” lmao.

“I already told the local boys, there was blood everywhere.”

“And Mr.Gibson, where was he?”

“Everywhere.”

Typical ghost symptoms...but bodies of possible suspects have already been cremated.

If I wanted to be really petty, I could blame everything on the uncle for allowing the family to move in after unraveling the Winchester’s lies.

Kate sees a girl...and doesn’t immediately report it.

This is just chock full of cliches.

Danny handles a ball coming out of nowhere really well. I probably would’ve pissed myself out of fear. 

Why would the mom even attempt to plant a garden if she clearly wasn’t that interested in having one?

You don’t have to have a garden...you could just use the open space for your doggo and possible more doggos in the future....

Again with the cliches. A dark history heavily implied....

Moving is such a huge change. If you were already going through a huge change, why pile on another one? 

Sam “tell them the truth” Winchester. Except he doesn’t mean it this time, lol.

“GO”

Why immediately blame the kid just because it was crayon? Also, wouldn’t Danny have been upstairs in his room all this time??

Ted, shut the fuck up.

“Look, just tell me the truth and all you got to do is clean it up, okay? No punishment.”

That’s still punishment, and worse yet, it’s punishment for something he didn’t even do. This is poor parenting.

H O W were no red flags raised??

OH SHIT, I never noticed that line before??? “If Andy were here he’d believe me.”

OH WHAT THE FUCK, YOU’RE TELLING ME THAT EITHER THE GIRL OR BOY IN THE WALLS WAS SLURPING ON HER HAND. OH GOD THAT’S SO DISGUSTING.

Sam and Dean to save the day.

NOOO NOT BUSTER.

Goddamn it, I can’t stand hearing a dog cry out in pain. :(

“too late”

RIP Buster. :( You poor little angel.

Slashed tires on all the cars.

Hell, even their arsenal’s gone.

Dean’s still calling it a ghost...despite the facts that this “ghost” is moving around outside, physically slashed tires and grabbed and moved guns.

Sit your ass down, Ted.

“You hunt ghosts?

“That’s right.”

“Like Scooby Doo?”

“Better.”

Way to tell them the truth, Sam.

“I don’t care who hung themselves where.” You should fucking care if your sister, your niece and your nephew are living in the place where it happened and that “who” is currently hunting your ass. Ted’s a pain in the ass, I swear.

“It’s just some backwards hillbilly bitch” ...he ain’t wrong?

‘Listen, man, I’ve got a gun. You don’t get your ass back in that circle, you’re gonna have yourself a third hole.” lmao Dean.

“I’m not letting that bastard or anyone else die tonight.” I got bad news for ya, Dean.

Can we knock Ted out or nah?

Plot twist #1: she ain’t a ghost.

I think at this point, I would just start speed walking towards that motel.

MOTE: human.

Rebecca’s diary.

Huh, Dean was thinking what I was thinking: the family should just make a run for it.

Congrats on being right, Ted. You want a freaking cookie as a prize???

Welp, Danny’s missing.

Kate, pls, just go in the shed.

Oh come on Sam, you should’ve taken Ted with you.

“You smell that?”

“Every day.”

Dean putting himself on the line.

“Please nobody grab my leg. Please nobody grab my leg.”

Oh god, was that Buster??? noooooo

RIP Ted, you insufferable bastard.

tbh, I’m more upset about the dog dying.

No Danny (yet) and now no Ted.

Dean at least had the decency to carry Ted’s body out.

Oh Dean, it’s not your fault.

“Danny’s dead, isn’t he?”

“No, Suse.”

“He is. Why not? She killed my brother. Now she killed my son.”

Please don’t talk that way in front of your daughter.

How come no one is consoling Kate???

Dude, you’re gonna need a shit load of therapy to be “fine”.

Light is finally shed on the dark past: Andy was the oldest son, died in a car accident last year.

I don’t like the tone in the dad’s voice. I guess he’s in shock, hence the...sarcasm? but i’m disturbed and worried about the state of his marriage.

Sam reads the diary and discovers the very important info.

“Jeez, rent Juno and get over it.” lol.

o h noooo.

Dean puts it so eloquently. “So the daddy was the baby daddy too?”

Austrian headline? Why Austrian? (Josef Fritzl, that’s why.)

"I’m sure her life was hell, Dean.” Sam and his unfortunate habit of choosing his words wrongly. 

The night vision camera, as if this wasn’t creepy already.

RIP rat. Even I feel bad for it.

Danny is definitely traumatized.

Dean putting himself on the line again. This further confirms the thought I was having about this episode being a parallel of “Playthings”: Sam/Dean are struggling with an upsetting event and are now hell bent on saving everybody. When a person dies (both times not their fault at all) their condition worsens. To redeem themselves, they save the child.

Well, Kate’s finally being consoled.

Oh hey, their arsenal!

Plot twist #2: she’s got a brother.

Honestly speaking, things are far from “okay”.

RIP Girl in the Walls’ brother. AKA Boy in the Wall.

Dean, you don’t have to feel bad about that.

RIP Girl in the Walls.

How do you begin to register the fact that your husband/dad killed someone?

Hell, how do you register this entire night happening??

Those kids are surely traumatized.

“We’re the opposite of okay, but we’re together.” I’ll give them that. I really hope this family is doing better now.

Oh goodness, i know what’s coming.

Dean is wearing John’s jacket again. I feel like it’s been a while since I’ve seen him wear it.

“Lifelong torture turns you into something like that.” Oohh, I get why he felt bad for the boy in the walls.

Oh god, my stomach churned.

Part 2 of the confession is just as bad as the first.

Goddamn it, I feel miserable.