#and someone else is like (why do you get to call dibs--) and he almost beheads them with his sword

[musubiki]

I’m assuming the m34ths knows who all (if not most) of the current are and their identities seeing as it’s their reason for existing. So now I’m picturing Lime very bored in one of these Don’t Fall For Witches™ lectures they have and when they show pictures of the witches to watch out for Lime sees a picture of Mochi (possibly up to date, after not seeing her for a couple years maybe the side braid does something for him) and has to restrain himself cause his grip strength just tore the arm rest off his chair.

It’s now a bit among some members that Lime has a crush on the cat witch and that she’s his type

And they’re right

I DO LIKE THE IDEA OF THEM SOMEWHAT REVEALING ACCIDENTALLY THAT THEY KNOW WHERE SHE IS (ASSUMING ITS BEFORE SHE WENT AND FOUND THEM) AND HE ALMOST LOSES HIS MIND MID-MEETING!!!!!!!!

but i think there are a few witches that are off their radar!! they knew about tiramisu but they havent followed up since it transferred to mochi so they dont know what she looks like yet!!! which is why after mochi/lime reunion, shes met some other members and they just go "oh youre the girlfriend? ok" with no suspicions (besides marshal)

also i love the running theme that anything cat-witch related, even if he tore the arm off the chair by accident, theyre so uncritical in their thinking that theyre like "Wow look how mad he is...he really does hate her..."

and i do like the idea of a mission briefing, something like "We think theres a witch hiding in [area], and we have this very blurry very obscure footage of what she looks like--" and shows a very low-res god awful photo, but lime can recognize the hair color and the little pink ball hairtie fast enough that he stands up before the guy is even finished talking and goes "I'll handle it."

[wuahae]

liminal space [11:32, friday]

xu minghao x f!reader; one-sided jun x f!reader

wc: 3.1k notes: college!au, soft angst, unrequited love, strangers(?) to friends(?) to ??, y'all i really don't know, feedback is very appreciated!

— in which you've hidden yourself away, hoping for someone to see. and then someone does.

warm light seeps through the crack beneath the door, scattering across the carpet in the darkness of your room. the noise on the other side comes muffled, music from soonyoung’s shitty playlist (he had called dibs, this time) blurring together with the cacophony of voices outside. briefly, there’s a loud cheer that rings through the house; junhui must have won his first round of beer pong of the night, judging by the whoops that followed.

sat on the floor at the foot of your bed, you bring your knees closer to your chest, tucking your chin in as you try to block out the sound. it’s almost a feat, how you managed to get yourself in this position every single time.

last month, you had told yourself you would really do it this time, that you would stand your ground and tell jun no, you wouldn’t be at the party he was hosting the following friday, or maybe ‘host it somewhere else this time.’ but then he’d looked at you with pleading eyes, expectation shamelessly displayed across his face, and your resolve crumpled like wet tissue paper.

and now here you were, hiding in your room after managing to slip away from all the commotion. it was the closest to peace and quiet you would get, for the rest of the night.

(you should have just gone with wonwoo and jihoon when they offered. they’d even given you a poorly veiled pitying look before they left.)

jun probably doesn’t even notice, you think wryly, picking at a loose tuft from the carpet. you’re sure your absence is far from sorely missed, especially with all the company they had over, not to mention the extra buzz and energy that comes with the alcohol. it’s especially why jun’s insistence on your attendance never quite makes sense to you, even after all this time—not that it really mattered.

junhui would always ask. you would always say yes.

a knock on the door makes your head jolt up. scrambling to your feet, you call out at the unexpected intrusion, tepid hope latching onto your heart. did jun finally prove you wrong? “yes?”

“it’s me,” the voice says, the quiet tone somehow carrying through the door. “minghao.”

the hope disappears as fast as it came. ah.

squashing the embarrassment that comes after predictable disappointment, you walk to the door and turn the knob slowly, peeking out from behind the open sliver. your eyes try to adjust to the sudden light. “hi.”

a polite smile. “hey.”

a long silence stretches between the two of you, even with the noise still blasting from the living room. you shift onto another foot, playing with the doorknob as a nervous habit. “…what’s up?”

“i texted wonwoo, he said you might have some hangover medicine in your room.”

“oh, i think i do,” you contemplate, pursing your lips in thought. “let me check, though.”

you turn, only to hesitate by the doorway when you look back. minghao is still looking at you. the doorknob twists once. “do you, um,” you offer awkwardly, “want to come in?”

he shrugs. “sure.”

the hinge creaks slightly as he opens it further to enter, along with a quiet click as it closes shut. you flip on your desk lamp, filling the room with a soft glow. rifling through your desk drawers, you try to ignore the way he hovers somewhere a distance behind you, shoulders bunched to shrink away from the awkwardness.

it always feels like uncharted territory with minghao, like you’re treading on a lake thinly frozen over. you’ve known him for the whole year, ever since jun first introduced you to the rest of his friends, but you don’t even think you’ve spoken more than twenty words to him in that time.

you don’t know if it’s for the lack of trying (you’ve befriended the rest of jun’s group just fine), but there was something about minghao that stilted your ability to talk to him—not that he seemed particularly interested to bridge the gap either. you supposed it wasn’t anything you were fighting for; it was something comfortable you’d come to terms with long ago, this vague acquaintanceship you’ve let remain stagnant.

you were just never really sure what to say with him.

“oh, here,” you say, holding up a bottle of nausea pills. “did you want the painkillers too?”

minghao shakes his head. “no, that’s okay, just the nausea’s good.”

you squint at him, bottle rattling as you hand it over. “i thought you were d.d. tonight?”

“i am,” minghao replies, something exasperated coloring his features. “these are for the people in the car.”

ah, you mouth. “better than a trash bag for each person?”

his lips press into a thin line, stressed at just the thought. “we’re bringing the bags just in case. i am not cleaning puke out of my car this time.”

you let out a soft laugh at that. “at least soonyoung lives here. one less person you have to worry about.”

minghao sighs, looking down at the bottle. “i’m grateful for that every single day.”

“unfortunately, that just means his mess turns into my mess,” you joke, taking a seat on the floor. your arms wrap around your legs again, curled back up to your chest.

minghao tilts his head. “wonwoo and jihoon don’t help out when they get back?”

“well,” you rescind, “our mess. but they’re usually too tired when they come back to handle whatever happens before the sun rises.”

minghao huffs out a laugh. “at least there’s only one messy drunk living with you.”

“ha, at least.”

a beat of silence. music continues to play muffled from the living room, the sound of clattering cups and ping pongs bouncing off the wooden floor.

“it’s quiet in here,” minghao comments, looking around.

nodding, you give him a tentative smile. “yeah, surprisingly.”

another beat of silence. soonyoung gets hold of the karaoke mic and starts his singing domination till dawn—or until he passes out.

“how’s the party?” you ask, immediately cringing. small talk was never your strong suite.

“it’s good,” minghao nods absently. “standard. it doesn’t seem like you’re enjoying much of it, though.”

tensing, you look up at him. in the lowlight, your eyes try to adjust his frame into focus. you try to imagine what it would be like to look at him wholly in the light, to know what the parts of him covered by shadows looked like. the way his hair rested at the nape of his neck, the shade of his eyes, where the slopes of his features began and ended. could you ever really figure him out? would you ever really know?

“is that rhetorical?” you end up saying, after a brief pause.

“just an observation.”

“yeah, well.” your hand finds its way back to the carpet, picking at the loose tuft again. “there never really is much for me out there anyway.”

“you really think so?”

you give minghao a wry smile. “i think i’ve tried to deny it for too long to not think so.”

an expression flits across minghao’s face, too quick for you to see what it resembled in the dark, before he points to the spot next to you. “can i sit? i think i’d like some peace and quiet myself, too.”

befuddled, it suddenly dawns on you as you scooch over slightly to make room that this was the longest conversation you’ve ever had with minghao. you can’t even manage a verbal response in your surprise, settling for a jerky nod before he plops down next to you.

neither of you say anything after that, sitting quietly as the clock ticks by. you try glancing at him, but you whip your head away before he can notice. you really didn’t think it would ever get this far; maybe you should have said no—(stop, you silently rebuke yourself. that’s rude to even think about.)

“can i be honest?” you try instead, breaking the silence.

minghao turns his head to face you. “hm?”

you bite your lip, contemplating on how to phrase it. “i’m just kind of surprised. you know, that you wanted to stay.”

“at the party?”

“no, like…” you resist a sigh, forcing the words out thin and pressed. hell. “in my room. with me.”

“what?” he raises a quizzical brow. “why?”

“i don’t know,” you confess. it seems stupid when you say it out loud. “i thought you didn’t like me, or something.”

minghao pauses. “what’s there not to like?”

you bite your tongue, enough for it to hurt and taste the metal. “no, nevermind. forget i said anything.”

“no, seriously,” he insists, and it’s something you’ve never heard from minghao before. gentle, but firm, like he won’t let it go until you tell him the truth. “what’s there not to like?”

but you can’t tell him the truth; you can’t lie to him either. there isn’t much you know what to say, when it comes to anything you haven’t already specifically curated per occasion. maybe that was why it was so hard with minghao—you could never tell what he wanted you to be.

“everyone sees it, you know,” minghao continues. “how much you care. it’s why they like being around you. they all see you as a good friend.”

your gaze shifts to the ground, giving a dry smile as you curl further into yourself. you almost want to laugh. “everyone, huh?” 

from a few familiar chords, you hear soonyoung starting his encore rendition of ‘don’t stop believing,’ with the extra tambourines and all. it almost does a good enough job of filling in the silence that hangs in the air, if only you couldn’t feel the hesitation from minghao before he speaks again.

“but you like him, right?”

“what?”

“jun. you like him.”

you whip your head towards him, eyes widening. “what?”

minghao has the decency to look at least somewhat apologetic about his bluntness, but it does nothing to quell your panic as you scramble to deny his accusation. except, the defense dies on your lips when you remember it’s not so much an accusation as it is a statement. you like jun. you know it, and he knows it too.

“how—how did you know?”

he gives you a borderline sheepish look. “it’s kind of hard not to tell.”

i seriously want to die, you moan internally, head falling back between your knees. “are you serious? is it just some open secret then?”

the ground might as well open and swallow you whole. maybe if you were lucky you’d walk outside and the zombie apocalypse would have started and you would never have to worry about this again—

“i think i’m the only one who knows, though.”

you stop. “oh.”

“yeah.”

“i thought you said it was obvious.”

“it is.”

something builds up in your chest, about to explode. “so why—”

“it is, when you know where to look.”

you open your mouth to say something in response, but you don’t even know where to start. all that really comes out is a little noise in the back of your throat, half of an objection that can’t even make its way past your lips before minghao continues.

“you’re not the only one that watches, you know.” your eyes flick to his, but once your eyes meet it feels more like he’s looking at you. like he’s latched onto you and you don’t know how to have him let go. minghao has your loose thread between his fingers, and he pulls gently. “maybe no one else notices, but we’ve been around each other long enough for me to see how you look at jun.”

your breath catches. “and how do i look at him?” (the question is less for minghao and more for yourself.)

“you’re the first one to see him arrive and the last to see him go.”

it’s strange. you never once thought you would ever end up in this position with minghao, much less tonight, where you had come into it determined to hide yourself away. and yet here you were, talking to him for what might as well be the first time with frayed edges and bared thread.

“what,” you try to deflect, a strained smile pulling at the corners of your lips. “a friend can’t do that?”

minghao gives you a pointed look, almost exasperated, as if waiting for that thread to finish pulling loose. “i think we both know friends don’t look at each other like that.”

you don’t think you have minghao figured out (your only solace is that you don’t think he has you totally figured out either), but he’s coming into focus for you, little by little. it’s why you allow that final stitch to unravel, loose thread pooling at your feet. “just me though, right? he, on the other hand, looks at me like a friend just fine.”

he hums. “you think so?”

you breathe out a short laugh, too realistic to be anything but bitter. “why else do you think jun asked me to live with a bunch of other guys? there’s no way he could think of me as anything more than a friend after that.”

there’s a pause, the type you’ve learned during the course of this night that means you need to prepare for what minghao’s about to say next. “then why’d you say yes?”

poignant. hard-hitting. you still don’t really know what to say in response when he asks you questions like these. there isn’t really much you can tell him either, not without sounding pathetic.

(junhui would ask. you would always say yes. you recognize the weight of this more than anyone.)

and as self-aware as you are, you also know that you just can’t say no to jun. not when you’ve loved him ever since he’d gotten all scratched up trying to feed the little kittens hiding in the schoolyard bushes back when you were 14, not when you’ve been with him through it all—the fake sick-days, the last-minute cram sessions the morning before a test, the time you’d opened the door on a sunday evening and he’d stood there mud-covered and scrape-kneed holding out a single four-leaf clover to you. because you had said you’d wanted it, because he wanted to be a reason for your good luck.

yet time passes and it stops for no one, and while jun has taken it in full stride, friendly and magnetic to everyone he chances upon, the same cannot be said for you. no matter how hard he tries to drag you along to every occasion, you realize it will always be just that—his hand tugging you along, you will always be watching him from behind.

“he’s my friend.” it echoes empty. you’re sure minghao can hear it too. “nothing can really change that.”

no steps forward and no steps back, you’re stuck in this liminal space, trapped in the memory of being that girl who cried for hours after she accidentally stepped on a snail on a rainy day, the girl who wanted that four-leaf clover because she was scared to go to a school without jun there next to her.

sometimes, you wonder if jun knows how you feel about these types of things and he tries to drag you along with it anyway. maybe it’s his silly idea of exposure therapy, that if he brings you to enough of these events and introduces you to enough new people that you’ll finally grow and change with him. but you’re not really changing, you’re just trying—for jun, who still doesn’t realize the smile you give him every time you say ‘yes’ is pressed and designed specifically to make him happy.

but minghao looks at you, really looks at you, and asks, “but you want it to? change, i mean.”

you draw in a short breath, quiet. “i don’t know.”

“then…” his eyes shine, distinct in the lowlight. “do you want to change?”

gnawing on your bottom lip, you rip your gaze away, staring back to the floor. you’ve thought about it over and over, especially on nights where you’ve hidden yourself away. a part of you wants to keep being that person, the one you know that jun will keep coming back to. it’s familiar, it’s what he knows, and there’s a security in that, for both you and him. you know what it means to change, to not necessarily be the person that falls into step with jun—and as much as you’ve wanted to be that for as long as you can remember, you want to start moving past that, even if it means you’ll grow into a person jun won’t recognize anymore.

“maybe,” you say finally, like defeat in the admittance. “i think i’m just tired.”

there’s a brief moment of silence, one where the weight of your answer rests heavy. minghao opens his mouth to say something else, but before he can, seokmin’s loud voice bounces through the house, resonating.

“myunghooo where are you…! let’s go hoooome!”

minghao gives you an apologetic smile instead, shuffling to his feet. “i’m sorry, i think that’s my cue to go.”

“ah, no, you’re good,” you respond hurriedly, standing up after him and rushing to the door to open it for him. “i’m sure i’ve kept you here long enough.”

“hey,” he says, right as you twist the doorknob. there’s a gentle reminder in his gaze. “i wanted to stay.”

something lodges in your throat, something you’re not sure how to even verbalize, but you’re saved by another holler.

“myuuuunghoooooo!”

“coming!” minghao calls out, before turning to you. “i’ll see you later, okay?”

yeah, you mean to say, but the word gets caught between breath and speech as you look at him go. with the door open, the bright hallway light scatters throughout your entire room, the warm light from your desk lamp and the hallway blurring together into one; and yet, minghao comes into focus, all at once.

“minghao,” you interrupt, right as he steps foot out the doorway. he looks back at you, curious. “thank you,” you wring your fingers together. “for listening to me.”

minghao smiles, a slight quirk of his lips. “of course.”

as you watch him turn around, you think that this is the end of it, but then he pauses, for just another second. you blink, waiting.

“whether you choose to or not,” he says, and your mind flashes back to your previous conversation. if you want to change, if you truly want to let go of jun. “i’ll always be here, if you need anyone to listen.”

after the night has come to a close, when you’ve finished cleaning up the house and everyone has gone to bed, your mind swims with the memory of his words, the echo of the conversation still rushes in your ears.

and you think you might just hold him to that.

tbc.

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[synchodai]

Hello! I've read and love your hour of the wolf post and jacegan post. I noticed you have a more nuanced take on Cregan Stark (agree that he's a bi-icon). What do you think about the fans who see him as a dumb brute or uncultured? You've called him a himbo but also said he's not dumb, so I'm just wondering what your characterization on him. Thank you!!!

Wow, thank you for seeing me as an authority on this topic.

As someone who almost restarted the war and had the audacity to come late and start lecturing everybody else who actually fought, it is understandable why readers of Fire and Blood would hate Cregan Stark. He comes off as a warmongering brute who uses the threat of force to get his way — his way being wanting to kill others and his own men.

Why I personally think he is more than that is because he specifically DOESN'T get his way. What redeems and elevates Cregan's character for me is that he is the one who ends up submitting and being cowed in the end.

I call Cregan a himbo, but I don't actually think he's a dumb guy. He's dumb in the way Robert Baratheon, Daemon Targaryen, and so many other men in their society are dumb. The solutions to all their problems begins and ends with pummeling it into submission. If you've been trained all your life to use a hammer, everything is a nail. The North especially values shows of force and stoic machismo, so Cregan is doubly pressured to take up that mantle of hypermasculinity. He wants more war because it's something he knows how to handle. So when confronted with a problem that he can't beat up, like bringing order to King's Landing, he's suddenly at a lost. Keep in mind that he loses control over the city in the span of a few days.

That being said, I do think Cregan Stark exhibits more wisdom than the likes of Robert Baratheon in that he does take counsel and yield in the end. He appreciates sass, has a sense of humor, and respects the people who have the courage to say no to him. When those he convicted ask to take the black, he allows them to do so when he could have easily refused them if he was really so bloodthirsty, brutish, and vengeful. A truly stubborn man would have held onto power just to prove his point, but he didn't and it baffles our in-universe historians.

For me, the interpretations of Cregan being a hardass King of Winter who cleaned up the mess of the war miss what I like about him — that being that he stands down (which is a massive deal for Starks, see: why Torrhen Stark was so remarkable). I also don't agree with people who characterize him as an uncultured brute because that buys into the "barbaric" characterization of northern culture from southern in-universe historians who, of course, would other them. I don't think he's the political genius some claim, but he's definitely savvy enough to have secured his own seat from usurpation and know when he's out of his depth. I think whatever interpretation you may have on the guy, a lot of people just forget that Cregan Stark was young himself during the time of the Dance, and still had a lot to prove and learn as a ruler.

Also, I just think he's a hilarious character overall? Imagine you're in a war and you killed your enemy. Your teammate who's late to fight walks up with his full HP and then starts wanting to fight YOU instead because he called dibs on that kill you violated the rules if you squint. But he stops wanting to fight you once he gets a goth gf (who looks suspiciously like his totally platonic blood brother)? Hilarious. Peak comedy.

[sarah-dipitous]

Hellsite Nostalgia Tour 2023 Day 244

Into the Mystic/Under the Lake

“Into the Mystic”

Plot Description: Sam and Dean encounter a being that seems to drive its victims insane with its ghastly wails before devouring their brains

Would I Survive the First Five Minutes??: I don’t know what this being’s motivation is, but if I’m susceptible, I’m a goner

Oh Dean…how wrong you are about Cas. He’s not fine, he almost never is

This poor angel, thinks he’s got some big score finding Cas……..honey, you’ve got a big storm comin. Mmm, he actually does know it’s Lucifer. Misha’s gotta be having so much fun playing Lucifer

Dean makes the world’s worst dad jokes but I laugh every time. The latest victim they’re investigating was stealing viagra from other residents of the seniors home where he lived, and Dean goes “I know, what a dick move” and just waits for Sam to laugh. Sweetie, I’d laugh at your jokes

I think this is literally the first time one of the boys asked the other if the other is ok and they said no. You know what that is? Growth. They’re not gonna actually talk about it but at least they’re honest about it being bad

The fact that the episode started in Ireland does make me believe that its some sort of banshee offshoot. (Sometimes I love being right)

TWIST!!! The staff member Sam talked to earlier is not who he thought she was and might actually be the granddaughter of one of the residents (could she be the baby from the first five minutes?? That would tie up that loose end because I truly can’t see why we’d have that opening without it) she’s a hunter??

Knew it!! I’m so good at being right about this…or this show is very predictable

Lucifer is surprisingly good at being Cas.

This old woman the boys think the banshee is coming after next is a fucking delight. She’s signing to the other hunter that she has dibs on Dean and the other hunter can have Sam…saying she’s not much of a mountain climber anymore. Hello, ma’am? Do you know I would die for you?

I love the boys getting older. I love that they are discussing which of the Golden Girls they had the hots for growing up (Dean had a thing for Blanche, and Sam liked Sophia, if anyone was wondering)

Luci’s so proud of himself for tricking Dean into thinking he’s actually Cas

Honestly and truthfully, I swear…when Dean makes a genuine human connection with someone where he’s getting more than he’s giving, it’s really beautiful. Like, yea, he’s here to literally protect Mildred’s life, but the life lessons she’s giving him are really, really beautiful. Anyone who convinces Dean he wants to live is just…I’m gonna cry.

Noooooo, it’s not after Mildred. The banshee is after Deeeeeeeeeeean.

That was a nice ending. The hunter got her revenge on the banshee, Mildred was instrumental in saving Dean

I totally forgot there was the conversation about Dean’s connection or attraction or whatever to Amara. My brain went directly to Cas when Mildred said she knew Dean was pining for someone else

I’m glad they got the conversation out how Sam should have looked for Dean when he was in purgatory. Dean’s put it behind him but Sam’s never forgiven himself til now

But for real…why DID it go after Dean? What kind of vulnerable is he?? Is it emotionally?

“Under the Lake”

Plot Description: the Doctor and Clara try to help when an underwater base comes under attack

I just feel like what’s on the floor of large bodies of water should stay there undisturbed. Call me crazy, but maybe we don’t take strange crafts we find at the bottom of the ocean into our also underwater base. This is feeling a little Oceangate-y

It’s actually feeling like Oceangate, Silence in the Library, and Satan Pit all wrapped in one

It’s the “scientists (plus maybe some rich asshole funding the exploration) find something somewhere they shouldn’t be and get picked off one by one” plot…istg if the rich asshole is the only one making it out alive with the Doctor and Clara, I’ll scream

It’s also a “the TARDIS decided they would come here” plot, which to be fair is a fair number of them

Well, I suppose it’s a good thing that the physical objects the ghosts carry can’t go through walls wit them

What an odd coincidence that both of today’s episodes featured a deaf character. I wonder if she can read lips…which I only really say because these ghosts are saying something no one is capable of deciphering, especially through sound. But if this character has experience reading lips, she’s going to be instrumental to saving everyone

Omg…one, of course the rich asshole character is in the oil business, and of course the deaf character is next in command after the guy who died and became a ghost……did…that

OR WHAT IF ITS LIKE THE GHOSTS FROM THE CHARLES DICKENS EPISODE

This one woman on the crew just really loves watching the Doctor monologue. Just, like, in a “this man is one of my heroes and I’ve heard so much about him and everything he does and I’m finally in his presence and I get to experience it for myself” way

Not flash cards reminding the Doctor how to show empathy and compassion 💀

You know it’s bad when the Winchester brothers are being more open about their emotions and problems to each other than the Doctor and his companion😐

OH HELL YEAH!!! Rich asshole got picked off next

This poor man was not cut out for ghost hunting

God. For a second I thought they were really going to kill off the interpreter

Ok FINE. This operation is not as ill thought out as Oceangate

I hate these stupid sunglasses

Remember…no, I was about to take back this operation being better than Oceangate, but who would have accounted for ghosts? I mean, honestly. Aliens, sure, but ghosts?? The whole base is flooding because the ghosts have rigged some kind of thing on a thing in the base

WHAT DO YOU MEAN THE TARDIS WONT GO NEAR THE GHOSTS

TWO TWO PARTERS IN A ROW? I don’t mind the occasional two parter, but this is kind of ridiculous….and actually, if you skip over the Christmas special, it was three in a row. What are we doing?!

We end with the Doctor going into the past before the flood that created this lake and leaving Clara at the base with part of the crew, but oh no, what’s that? The Doctor is one of the ghosts now?

Just tell a more contained story! I don’t want to wait til Fridayyyyyy

[jellyfish-er]

That Summer: Chapter 2

Warning: cursing, mistakes, drinking

Y/n POV

Belly and I plopped down on her bed. We talked for a little while before she rolled onto her side and popped out a big question. “ How had Jeremiah been treating you. I looked at her with confusion before answering “ Good as always. Best friends always treat each other like humans.” Belly gave me a side eye before tumbling over and giggling. She knew I was obsessed with Jeremiah but sometimes I wondered if she knew more than I previously thought. “Belly do you talk to Jeremiah? Do you think he could like me back?” She opened her mouth to say something right when Jeremiah busted the door open. “Hello Ladies. Are you almost ready for the yearly shit show?” I knew what he was referring to because every year someone got in a fight and the cops came to break up the party. Or both for that matter. I had forgotten all about it. I said my goodbyes as I sprinted to my room down the hall to get ready.

I picked out something cute and comfortable. Sneakers denim shorts and a t-shirt. Basic as hell but it will do. I was buttoning my shorts when Jeremiah knocked on the door. I finished buttoning my shorts and yelled “give me one second. I have to put a shirt on.” Jeremiah busted the door open. “Nothing I haven’t seen before.” He said sitting on my floor. I blushed and threw my shirt on over my head. I grabbed a necklace and struggled to put it on. Here main walked over to me. “ Let me help.” He said as he grabbed it and put it on my neck. It was awkward having him so close to me. I could feel his breath on my neck. It was strange watching his big hands close such a dainty clasp. I muttered a small thank you and walked down to meet Belly in the living room.

When I returned downstairs the boys were wrestling Belly to the ground. I rolled my eyes and yelled that I was getting in Jeremiah’s car. I was the first one out so I called shotgun. I was also Jeremiah’s passenger princess so I had dibs. It turned out the they were trying to fit as many people on Conrad’s car as they could. It was just Jeremiah and I in his car.

we arrived at the shit show if the season and it was a disaster within in an hour. Everyone except Jeremiah, Belly and I were wasted off their asses. “Let’s sneak out of here.” Jeremiah whispered in my ear. That was the sexiest shit I had ever seen. Belly wasn’t happy that we were leaving her but when she realized it was just use she sent me a wink and rolled her eyes.

Jeremiah POV

Y/n is as such a tease in that outfit. Her shorts weren’t even that short, she just looked so beautiful. When we started running to my car her hair was flowing down her back. She must have straightened it. I knew she was insecure and I knew that’s why she didn’t wear those skimpy little crop tops like Belly and everyone else. I was perfectly okay with that. She was sexy beyond repair, and when we got into the car I really wanted to tell her how much I thought so. “Y/n you look SO sexy in that outfit.” She blushed. Like really blushed.

y/n: no I’m not.

j: yes you are

y/n: no Jeremiah. I’m not.

j: yes you are so I need to fucking show you????

Y/n POV

I was shocked when Jeremiah said he wanted to “show me” I was stuttering. I didn’t even get out a full answer before I felt his lips crash on mine. He was kissing me like he had all the time in the world. Like I was the only thing he ever wanted. Like all he wanted was right there in front of him. He kissed me with such passion and then I realized that it was no pity kiss. I kissed back with just as much force. He came up and grabbed my face. Just when I thought it couldn’t get any better he went in and gracefully put his tongue down my throat. We were full on making out when out of the corner of my eye I saw flashing lights. We knew those were the cops and hauled ass out of there.

[mushroominlove]

A/N: reuniting with my boys rich and seth,, I like it but I also don't write very often but like this?? <333

𖡼.𖤣𖥧𖡼.𖤣𖥧

Finally stepping onto the porch, a warm mug in hand, settling himself in his ancient porch swing. The night was supposed to cool but Anthony sat watching the sun just barely wavering on the horizon wondering. Wondering why the air sat so hot and still, it was suffocating, and if it had anything to do with the guests he was expecting. His best friend and his best friend's brother. And another, someone young, new, not as scared as they should be. Anthony made extra horchata in anticipation. Richard's favorite, his brother, Seth, favored it too but wouldn't admit it.

The lull of the swing and the near blinding light of the sunset had Anthony practically hypnotized, at least it did until the rough sound of tires turning hard on the dirt road brought him back. He stood up when the car stopped in front of his house. Setting his mug on the ledge of the banister he leaned on, hands clasped together, he waited to see just who could've stopped by. Of course he knew already, Anthony always knew. Many found it unsettling.

"Look who dropped by. If it isn't los Geckos hermanos- my boys!" Anthony laughed on his way down the stairs. Richie met him halfway, lifting him into a hug.

"We are not your boys." Seth sounded tired.

"Yes we are, Bug." Richie was quick to reassure his friend. By now both brothers were standing at the stairs together, not nearly long enough to be waiting, before Ant spoke again.

"You're missing someone, no?" He was trying to peer into the tinted windows of the shiny car, searching.

"Christ, I forgot you're weird," Seth grumbled, waving into the car for whomever to exit, "yeah, Tony, there's another."

If he weren't trying to make a good impression he would've done more than glare at the older man. He despised being called Tony. He finally withdrew his eyes and looked at a young woman. A child, really, maybe 18. She was already smiling at him, it was returned with ease.

"Hia, sweetheart, I'm Anthony." And normally she would've recoiled at the nickname but something about him was different. Genuine, soft, even.

She took his hand, a firm shake and a simple I’m Katie and she was pulled into an unanticipated hug, she laughed and looked at the brothers who only shrugged. Let it happen Seth mouthed hands up in faux surrender. And she did, finding the feeling almost strange after so much heartache. And they pulled away just as quickly.

"Come on inside, drinks are ready and dinner is in the oven. I've already got the rooms set up and the first aid kit on deck," Anthony was already walking inside, forgetting his mug on the banister Seth was sure to snag it on his way in.

"Divvy out showers and such and we'll eat and talk because I know these two have a heap of trouble just followin 'em huh?" Anthony joked, glancing at Katie who could only nod and let out a sort of airy laugh at the change of pace and energy inside the house.

Anthony was one of their oldest friends, might as well have been the only one at this point. He and Richard were always close, best of friends, affectionate and protective, joined at the hip as kids. Seth was dubbed best friend by association, mostly, as he and Anthony had such a different relationship. Just as protective but so much more rough around the edges. Always butting heads but quick to cut anyone else who thought it was okay, it was rare to hear them say a kind word about the other as they were always pushing buttons. Still, back in the day if you saw one the other two were likely getting into trouble not far off.

He kept in touch with both brothers, just barely. He mostly wrote to Seth but would try to drive out to meet up with Richie, keeping him mostly sane until he hid so even Ant couldn't find him.

Katie got first dibs on the shower, claiming she’d eat afterwards. The boys took a seat at the island counter watching Anthony fish out the food from the oven and pour them drinks. Serving them in silence he caught Seth with his mug, smugly drinking the contents of his forgotten drink. "Dick, that's mine." He complained, snagging the mug from his hands as he finished it. Anthony continued to quietly whine into his cup as he refilled it, considering taking the drink he just placed in front of Seth back. He didn't. Instead he waited as his boys ate, staring into his fresh cup, wondering what exactly they would tell him. Anthony already had some ideas but his visions were never crystal clear.

Richard, who was easily distracted by the food, couldn't help but watch the strange interaction between his friend and brother. It wasn't any different than it used to be, nor was it all that different than his own interactions with Bug but he knew it was different. Somehow it was different, it just was but he was wrong about this sort of stuff all the time. Richie really took his time looking at them between shoveling food into his mouth.

"You wanna taste your food first, Richard?" Anthony spoke up from his place against the counter. There was no malice or force behind his voice, he was teasing. In response Richie sniffed hard and took his next bite agonizingly slow, not breaking eye contact. Once he took the bite he almost tumbled out of his chair.

"What is with you two and staring into one another's souls." Seth laughed, retracting his arm from shoving Richie.

"Huh? one another souls?"

"Thought eye contact was a good thing?"

Anthony and Richard spoke at the same time and before they could react a laugh sounded from behind them.

Katie came walking out, hair still wet, but in fresh clothes. When the boys turned around Anthony already had a plate ready, setting it down in front of her as she sat.

"Thank you- so much, really." Katie was beyond grateful. Being here, the warmth from this specific place and the thought of what they'd eventually be going back out to, made her savor it all a little more.

"So is anyone gonna fill me in?"

"What you don't know already? Haven't gotten any of those, uh," Seth started saying, waving his hand and wiggled his fingers at him for emphasis,"freaky visions you used to get all the time?" Another chortle from Rich and Kate as Anthony smack Seth's hand away.

"You know damn well that it's never straightforward. I get bits and pieces and y’all are lucky I like puzzles," He pointed at them as he walked away to the living room. Kate sat confused but didn't bother asking anything because she knew there would be answers. Seth leaned in close to her. "Sketchbook."

And as if on cue Anthony walked in holding up a spiral-bound book like some kind of trophy. He slapped it on the counter and started flipping through it, everyone gazed at it in curiosity, and he began to speak up.

"Gods and monsters, ya know, vague and threatening. Snake bites and totems I don't recognize," the spread he had open was a litter of graphite. At first it almost didn't make sense, drawn so hastily, sketches overlapping, smudges clouding the page. Snake fangs, tunnels, and halos, carvings from temple walls that he just couldn't have seen before. It made Kate's skin crawl, how truly real the drawings seemed, if only just for a moment. She went looking to the Geckos for understanding but they didn't seem phased at all. Glancing back at Anthony, he spoke again,

"So what the hell happened to you guys?”

[thesunshineriptide]

Hi! I noticed your requests were open and I was wondering if I could request a story where Epel turns into a toddler because of a stupid potion error and now Vil has to take care of him until the problem is solved?

Sorry for such a delay in this request but i was caught up trying to finish up some things to get ready for whumptober/halloween month, and I was also quite honestly a little stumped on what to write. I'm not super familiar with Pomefiore, even after chapter five, so while I know the dynamic of Vil and Epel as teens I still don't know too much about them. Anyway this is all to say that this request ended up coming out a little wonky but I did my best to make it the most satisfying I could

Crimson Gold

characters: Vil, Epel, mentions of other characters Cw// children, crying, biting, mentions of riddle yelling at a child, mostly fluff

Vil Schoenheit, housewarden of Pomefiore, celebrity, supermodel, actor, singer, dancer, was currently saddled with something not wholly unexpected, but not really his favorite thing to deal with in the world

After a potion went wrong in the freshman class, Epel was reduced to a very whiny, somewhat snotty toddler.

Epel was admittedly very cute, but he was significantly less cute when he was screaming, throwing throw pillows, arguing about how they're called throw pillows, that means you should throw them, getting punished and told to sit in the corner, then promptly arguing about that and leaving the corner, and just.

Vil is exhausted. Beyond his normal exhaustion and he thinks he might be developing a wrinkle and its stressing him out, Crewel you need to work faster

He desperately wants to pass off this snotball onto Rook, but Rook is apparently busy and he doesn't trust anyone else with Epel, so, here he is, with a toddler on a leash tether, walking around campus while nursing a trenta sized cup of coffee. Black.

The looks that he gets from other students are kind of priceless, really, and he would be laughing if Epel wasn't trying to pick a flower on a wednesday in front of Riddle Rosehearts.

He fails to stop him. He also fails to mitigate the argument between a literal toddler and a figurative toddler

Epel nearly gets collared from all the screaming and Vil almost lets him before he remembers that, yes, Epel is Epel, but Epel is also an actual child right now, so maybe not the giant magic stocks for the baby

Eventually he gets Epel to settle down though, and sit while he carves him an apple. Epel is generally speaking much better at making fun shapes out of fruit, but Vil's slightly wonky apple swan will have to do for now.

Epel is thoroughly delighted by this, anyway, and he actually mellows out after eating. Who knew all you needed to do to get a child to behave is apply fruit? Not Vil, but he also never had to deal with misbehaving children

He's beginning to understand why Crewel made him take Epel though. Dog mama cant take a disobedient pup

Epel almost gets kidnapped by the other dorms though.

Leona shows up looking for Epel for spelldrive practice, and as much as he says he doesn't like kids, he's basically Epel's extra dad now and was very much ready to take him off Vil's hands, to which Vil said no because maybe don't take toddler to spelldrive??

Diasomnia (Lilia) also tried to come steal Epel because Human Child On Premises? Dibs. Vil, again, does not hand over Epel.

The third dorm to show up is Octavinelle, and it's actually because Jade came to consult Vil about potionology and Azul just sort of happened to be there. Vil chatted with Jade for a bit while Azul entertained the child (holy shit, someone who can deal with Epel's biting? He isnt even flinching, what is Azul made of-) however Vil packs up Epel fast when Floyd noticed them and practically ran from them. Floyd chased but eventually he lost them and gave up

Kalim also tried to steal Epel by inviting them over to throw a party. Vil just politely said no and left. Unfortunately, Epel escaped his tether and ran off. Jamil brought him back though not to worry

Dinner eventually came around and Vil had never felt more relieved. He just had to make it through the rest of tonight, and then in the morning the counterpotion would be ready and Epel would go back to his normal level of being troublesome.

"Alright, into bed you go." Vil said tiredly, placing down the sleepy toddler. “In the morning, everything will be right again.” Epel’s thumb found it’s way into his mouth, to which Vil immediately tried to get him to stop. This resulted in an ear splitting screech and Vil giving up. “If you insist, little Spudling. Now, do you need anything before bed?”

“Story!” Epel cried, kicking his little legs around, “Please.” He added.

Vil sighed and let out a little laugh before settling down on the bed beside little Epel, “A story, was it? Alright, I suppose I have one for you.”

“Once upon a time, long long ago, lived a very beautiful queen, who everyone praised for her leadership. She was thoughtful to others, including raising the kings daughter of a previous wife as her own. She was beloved by everyone, including animals, and worked tirelessly to be her best self.”

Epel yawned and his eyes began to droop. He snuggled in close next to Vil, gripping to his arm to keep him from leaving. Vil smiled softly, petting his hair gently.

“The fairest queen wasn’t always that way, though. Once, she was common folk. She rode horses and dented to plants and made her own bread every morning. She was wild and free. Do you know how she became queen?”

Epel shook his head a little, though it was more of a nuzzle. Vil laughed and quieted his voice slightly, “Well, once day, while she was out for a horse ride, she saved the kings daughter. The king was so overwhelmed with relief that he proposed in an instant.”

“Ew.” Epel mumbled, “Not mushy stuff.”

“Yes mushy stuff.” Vil said, “Mushy stuff is good. It made her unlock her full potential, and she became one of the great seven.”

Epel managed to finally fall asleep, and Vil let out a sigh of relief. He gently pet the toddler’s soft pink hair, thinking about the events of the day. Maybe…this was good. For them. If Epel remembered it. The biting though….Pomefiore has a lot of apology letters to send out.

[yourfantasyfigures]

Chapter 1: Drunk-Dazed

Border: Carnival <completed>

Previous chapter: The Invitation (Prologue + trailer)

Masterlist Info Posting plan AO3

"This opportunity was something they had been desperately waiting for, passing up on it would be unforgivable."

Rating: All Audiences

Words: 3926

Status: Weekly updates

Tags & Warnings:

Entire fic: Vampire!au, mystery, found family, hurt & comfort, non-graphic violence, hints towards past trauma, family drama

this chapter: toy guns, drunk characters

If you have any questions or concerns regarding the tags/warnings, feel free to contact me. Please let me know if I'm missing any tags.

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Cotton candy, jelly beans, sour gummies, popcorn, chocolate...

Heeseung was standing in line for the snack stand, debating what delicious treat he should decide on.

Was he at the carnival to enjoy himself and have a grand old time? No.

But did that mean he couldn't take advantage of the situation when it presented itself? Heeseung decided that the answer to that question was also no. Plus, he needed the time anyways.

After putting everything together and finally realizing that they needed to be at the carnival, they somewhat forgot to come up with an actual plan of action - or more like, they decided to figure it out as they went, no time to waste before arriving on the scene. He was well aware that this wasn't the ideal way to prepare for - well, anything really - but they barely had a choice. This opportunity was something they had been desperately waiting for, passing up on it would be unforgivable.

While deciding who should go where, Heeseung gladly let the others call dibs on whichever attraction they preferred, happy with taking whatever was left over at the end. This was pretty normal for him. He may have been the oldest out of all the boys but he was never one to assert himself, rather taking a step back and allowing everyone else to voice their opinions and needs. They never said it but he was sure the others appreciated him for it. Of course, this didn't mean he was a pushover, not in the slightest. He had no issues stepping in whenever needed and guiding the group on the right path, ensuring everyone was taken care of - though his intervention was not often needed. Thankfully, the seven boys had all grown to be able to trust each other, every single one doing his best to always keep the others in mind alongside his own needs. And even if there were some issues that came up, they managed to work on it together. Heeseung was especially thankful to Jungwon, who stepped up and took responsibility for the group early on, guiding them so skillfully and patiently that one could almost forget he was the second youngest out of the bunch. It couldn't be easy, but not once had he complained, and Heeseung did whatever he could to lessen the burden on the younger's shoulders. Still, Heeseung usually sat back while the others voiced their thoughts, happily complying with their wishes.

And today, their wish was that he would cover the snack stand so that they could check out other locations. He was pretty sure he lucked out, though, not seeing the point in attending an attraction of the carnival when he couldn't even properly enjoy it. What he could, however, enjoy was some sour jelly beans, which he decided on buying.

Having made up his mind about his snack of choice, Heeseung tried to think of his next steps.

Striking up a conversation with someone was inevitable, there was no other way he could think of that would help him get the information he needed. Approaching strangers was not something Heeseung enjoyed, nor did he do it very often and he wasn't too happy that today was going to have to be different in that regard. Usually, he was the one that would be approached by other people, though he himself wasn't too sure why. Sunoo once said that it was because of Heeseung's handsome face, but he quickly brushed that remark off, convinced that there was no way that was the case. Jay's opinion that it was because he just looked kind and not very judgmental - it's the eyes Sunghoon had added - was an explanation Heeseung could live with, although he himself wasn't too sure what he looked like to other people. Furthermore, people in general seemed to enjoy his company more than he would expect. It had happened more than once that he had left a conversation feeling like the other person felt okay about it at best considering how awkward he couldn't help but be, just to find out later that the other person was apparently going around, gushing about how great talking to him had been. On one hand he was happy others perceived him that way, however it still didn't ease his anxiety when it came to striking up a conversation with a stranger.

"How can I help you?"

Heeseung was startled by the voice addressing him, now realizing that he had gotten so lost in his own thoughts that he hadn't noticed the line slowly progressing until he was at the very front, his turn to order arriving before he knew it.

Luckily he had already made up his mind earlier in line, so quickly ordering wasn't the issue here. The fact that he had been at the stand for multiple minutes without talking to a single person, however, was a bit more of a problem. Should he keep loitering around the stand? Get back in line? Heeseung usually wasn't this helpless in any case, but for some reason facing this challenge on his own was becoming increasingly difficult with each passing minute. Just like earlier in line, he could feel himself slipping into a daze, his worries clouding his thoughts. Before he could drown in these thoughts, he felt a tap on his shoulder.

"Excuse me?"

He turned around, coming face to face with a person he had never seen before. From what he could tell, the person in front of him was a woman, probably around his age - maybe a bit younger? Or older? He had no way of knowing. Her brown eyes wavered a bit before meeting Heeseung's, who was looking at her with a questioning look on his face. This seemingly encouraged her to speak up again.

"I'm really sorry if this is rude but I just saw that you got the jelly beans and I was wondering if, I don't know, I could try them? It would be of great help to taste them before buying them myself, you know...", she drifted off, clearly embarrassed by her own question.

Heeseung just extended the bag of jelly beans towards her and she gratefully took one, a green one, and popped it into her mouth. Heeseung wasn't sure if this was going to be the end of the conversation, this entire situation still a little strange to him, when she spoke up again.

"What's your name by the way?"

She asked curiously, her fingers casually slipping back into the bag to pick out a white jelly bean this time, either not realizing or not caring that he hadn't actually offered to share the entire bag with her.

He still wasn't one hundred percent certain what this woman was trying to do, but he figured it was one of two things: She either wanted to steal his snacks without paying a single penny for it or she was so determined to talk to Heeseung that she decided to steal his food as precedent to talk. There was no way of telling with complete certainty but with the way her eyes kept flickering up to meet his just to shy away immediately afterwards, he figured the second option might be his best bet. She also seemed to be a bit tipsy, if not a slight bit drunk, which probably also played a part in her approaching him.

Either way, it didn't really matter to him. What did matter to him was that he was here to talk to someone and hopefully get them to spill the beans - on what he was interested in, that was, not the jelly beans of course - and now somebody had presented themselves to him, ready to talk to him if he was open to it. He knew he had to take advantage of the opportunity that presented itself and so he decided to engage in her conversation, hoping he could steer it in the right direction.

At first he wasn't very lucky. The woman told him about herself, her hobbies, whatever came to mind it seemed like, asking him to share more about himself as well. Even though he wasn't exceptionally interested in the conversation, he did think to himself that she was a genuinely nice girl who was very good at keeping a conversation going. He also found out that she was, in fact, not here by herself but her best friends went to ride the free fall tower which she decided to pass on, checking out the food instead.

When he got the chance, Heeseung smoothly changed the topic to speak about the carnival itself, asking if she was a regular here or if it was a one-time thing. It turned out that it was her first time ever at the carnival, having overheard some people hyping it up as a big event in town that she had to see at least once. Spotting the perfect opportunity, Heeseung asked:

"Did you also hear about that Invitation thing? I heard about it but everything was so secretive, I'm not even sure what it actually is."

The girl shrugged, this time shoving two jelly beans in her mouth at once, taking her time answering the question.

"I did see some post about it online, but I don't know that much either. I think it said something about being a super intriguing performance, that's it. The caption of the post was something like a show no human has ever seen before or something weird and dramatic like that."

Heeseung was attentively listening to her talk as the tried not to let it show how the two yellow jelly beans he had been chewing on were entirely too sour for his liking.

When she finished explaining what she knew, Heeseung spoke up again.

"Wait so if it's all so vague, how are we supposed to know when and where to go?"

"I'm not totally sure, so don't hold me to this, but from what I've heard they're gonna announce time and place through the speakers all over the carnival. I think the announcement is gonna be in two hours, the actual show is probably like an hour after that? But again, I wouldn't know."

Heeseung wanted to ask a follow-up question but was interrupted by three women walking up to them, one putting her arm around the woman Heeseung had been talking to.

"Oh! Those are my friends I told you about. Guess they're done with their ride..."

Hesseung politely smiled at them, unsure where to go from here. To his luck, one of the women helped him with that.

"Lovely to meet you but- ", she turned to her friend, the one Heeseung had been talking to, and continued: "Not sure if you noticed but Danny is like, super drunk right now. I think it's those drinks we had before coming here. What I'm saying is, I think we should go now."

The women looked at Heeseung apologetically, quietly muttering their goodbyes, leaving behind Heeseung who had only acquired a slight bit of information, but lost a significant amount of jelly beans.

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Weaving through the crowds at this carnival wasn't an easy task, but there were definitely some corners that were less busy than others.

While everybody was lining up for a go on the ferris wheel, barely anybody seemed to be interested in winning a prize by fishing a rubber duckie out of a kiddie pool. Another aspect that anyone taking a good look around the carnival would notice was the different demographics attending each attraction. Kids along with their sometimes more sometimes less patient parents were flocking around the merry-go-round, the odd petty fight about who gets to ride on the most special horse of them all breaking out. The photo booth on the other hand appealed mostly to groups of teenagers, thrilled to capture the memory of the exciting day they were spending with each other.

One quick glance was all Ni-ki needed to be sure that none of these people would be of any use to him right now.

Lucky for him, he had his sight set somewhere else.

The shooting gallery was relatively calm in terms of how busy it was, only few people trying their luck. One of them was a man, middle-aged, shooting at the targets like his life depended on it. He had clearly already been here for a while, some of the small and medium prizes waiting on the floor next to him. He almost seemed like he was a regular at this particular stand, this game a part of a routine he had probably been following for days, weeks, months or maybe even years. Who knows - and who cares? Ni-ki definitely didn't, so he let the man be and checked out the other people at the gallery. There were two girls sharing one gun, one of them teaching the other by positioning her hand with her own, whispering instructions into her ear. Clearly the last thing they wanted right then was to be interrupted by some guy, so Ni-ki turned to see who else he could see around. There was another couple, a man and a woman, both of them trying their luck with their respective guns but chit-chatting inbetween. He decided that they were definitely an option, probably open to the distraction of casual conversation. Of course, there was one more person he could start a conversation with. The person operating the stand was keeping an eye on everyone's game, giving out prizes when needed and throwing out compliments whenever someone hit an exceptionally succesful shot. Not only did they seem open enough to engage with him but they were also working at the carnival itself, something that would probably come in very handy when it came to what Ni-ki was here to do.

He headed towards the stand, signaling that he was ready to use one of the guns to try his luck. After being reassured that he was all good to go, he decided to play a round, not really focusing on where he was shooting. He may have just looked like a young man wanting to have some fun at the shooting gallery but his mind was racing 50 miles per hour, coming up with a plan to bring up what he wanted without it sounding strange. After his first round was done, he had already won a small prize, a cheap looking magnet with Wormhole written on it. Definitely tacky and definitely more of a pity prize most people probably got. He started up another round, this time actually focussing on shooting although not yet giving his best. After two semi-succesful shots he turned toward the operator, hoping his smile would seem natural enough to seem likeable or at least worthy of a proper conversation.

"Be honest, the guns are tampered with so actually scoring would be harder, right ?"

Luckily, the operator picked up on his lighthearted tone, joking back with a slight jab: "Is it hard to score or are you just not as good as you'd like to be?"

Ni-ki chuckled, internally rolling his eyes at the comment. While the carnival was nothing that should be taken too seriously, there was still something rubbing him the wrong way about how they were pretending like he wasn't actually correct. Even though it may go against their job description to admit to adding flaws to the equipment in order to make their guests fail, Ni-ki hated how his standpoint was basically overlooked despite knowing he was correct. The gun was lighter than a real one, although this was something that couldn't and probably shouldn't be helped. Again, this was the carnival, the guns did not have to be up to realistic standards. What he had also noticed, however, was he always hit the target more towards the right than originally intended. Having figured out the gun, he could have easily hit the bull's eye every time from then on, but he immediately decided against it. Instead he replied to keep the conversation going.

"You get stuff like that often, right? People claiming you're cheating or demanding a certain prize."

"You have no idea", the operator sighed. "Some people start acting so entitled here, their ego probably too big to accept defeat by carnival game. You really get used to it after a while." Ni-ki nodded in understanding, pretending to sympathize with what they were telling him while also scooching towards the topic of conversation he was actually looking for.

"You've been here for a while?"

The question was open, not too invasive and hopefully engaging enough for them to humor him.

"Yup, I've been running the shooting gallery for some time now. It's this family business thing so I've been around it many times before but I think I started actually running it like - two years ago? Yes, I believe this is my third year now."

Ni-ki nodded, getting ready for another round at the gallery which was luckily easy as the only person that had been waiting for an available spot had taken the spot of the two women that now in the meantime had left the attraction.

"That's so interesting that you work here though, especially when it comes to witnessing the changes of the carnival, right? I'm really no expert on how things work around here but I did hear that there was some new stuff going on this time around."

The operator noddeed but before they could respond, the man operating the gun next to his partner jumped in.

"It's so different, right? I also noticed how some stuff looked different around here - not that the carnival hasn't always been changing a lot but I think they went above and beyond this time."

It's like he had been desperate to participate in the conversation, the words bubbling out of him. Ni-ki wasn't too bothered by it, not yet sure if what the man was of any help but deciding it was definitely worth a shot.

The man continued.

"I heard the maze of mirrors expanded and it's supposed to be super confusing. Not too confusing, you can definitely still get out, but no longer the kid's version, if you know what I mean. And then of course, there's the circus."

Ni-ki perked up, his blood running cold at the mention of a circus, trying to stay calm and not give away too much of his interest in this particular topic.

"Circus?", he asked, hoping the other man would elaborate more. To Ni-ki's luck, he happily did.

"Didn't you see the tent they set up? There's supposed to be some circus show by a group called The Invitation in there later. Or maybe that was the name of the show itself, I don't know."

Ni-ki nodded along, acting nonchalant but he could feel his heart beating faster, his body alerting him that this was exactly what he was searching for.

"I did see it, now that you mention it. I guess I didn't pay much attention to it."

A lie, of course, but nobody needed to know that. While Ni-ki was desperately thinking about how he could find out more, maybe even get some answers he was looking for, the operator of the shooting gallery jumped in.

"Well in my humble opinion, it's worth paying attention to. I saw them practice yesterday and it was really impressive. I've never seen something like that before."

At this point he could feel his entire body pulsating, his heart beating faster than it probably ever had before. Well, that wasn't true, there was definitely another occasion where he was even more on edge than this one, but it was still up there. As he asked his next question, he could only hope the others didn't notice how difficult it was for him to get out the words, praying that his voice didn't sound as shaky and nervous to them as it did to him.

"What do they do there? Like juggling and stuff?"

The operator shook their head before elaborating: "They were doing these incredible acrobatic things! Like flipping and jumping and I don't know - I guess there was some juggling too - but it was the first time I've ever seen anything like that before! The distances they were running and jumping sometimes didn't even feel human. Obviously that's just because they're professionals but I swear it was like they had supernatural powers. It was so cool! And then one of them was super strong, too - I should just stop spoiling so much. Just go watch for yourself when they have a show."

While the operator had shared all of these details Ni-ki's breathing was getting more and more rapid, a special kind of panic brewing in the pit of his stomach. He did his best to stay attentive, listen to everything that was being said and not show that he was affected at all, but it was getting increasingly harder. He thought he was ready, he thought he could do this, but all of that seemed so different now. The prospect of coming face to face with everything he had spent so much time coming to terms with was heavy on him and he needed a way to distract himself from it.

Luckily, one of his favorite ways to relax was right in front of him, so without a word he raised his gun again, shooting at the targets in front of him. This time he hit every single one dead on, no longer hiding that he was in his element when it came to this. With every bang of each shot he could feel himself calm down a little bit, and although he was still shaking, he had somewhat snapped out of his daze. When he put down his gun, both the man next to him as well as the operator looked at him with a surprised expression, probably shocked at the sudden display of skill he had shown.

"Congratulations, you have won one of our big prizes!", the operator said after a short moment of being quiet, not fully understanding how he had suddenly turned into such a pro. "Would you like the bag, the t-shirt or the beanie?"

The man next to Ni-ki let out a small chuckle.

"Welp, there you go winning the prize I've been working towards for the past, what, hour?"

He was clearly a good sport about it, not actually mad at Ni-ki winning the prize, but Ni-ki still wanted to help him out.

"You know what? Since I enjoyed the conversation so much, I'll give it to you if you'd like. Although I have one question - do you have any idea who runs the circus show? You don't happen to know of any names or organizations behind it?"

The man thought about it for a second, his brows furrowed as he tried remembering whatever he could.

"Sorry, pal, I got nothing. No idea who runs that." A short glance at the operator revealed nothing but their shrugging shoulders, not able to help out either.

Ni-ki knew he had to accept this - besides, he was pretty sure he already knew the answer himself - so he just smiled at the others and excused himself to leave, reassuring the man that it was totally fine for him to take the beanie he wanted so badly.

While walking away, he hoped nobody would notice his whole body shaking.

Chapter 2: Fever

[lem0nshark-writes]

‘’Warm Nights’’

Fili & Kili x Male (hobbit) Reader

Word count: 2148

Warnings: polyamorous, no incest - issa fili x reader x kili, fluffff, cute stuff okay

It has been a few moons since the dwarves took their kingdom back and the rightful king under the mountain was crowned. You and your best friend Bilbo returned back to the Shire and resumed with patching up the house back after your neighbouring hobbits split all of your belongings between themselves thinking you two had died.

The thoughts of you two's adventures with the company occupied both Bilbo's and yours minds and the two of you often spent time talking about them.

To be quite honest you missed the company a lot, especially the two dorky princes. The three of you managed to bond quite strongly during your journey to Erebor. But you missed everyone else too. Though Bilbo gave you a lot of comfort and his company was very dear to you.

One night as you two were preparing the dinner you noticed Bilbo has made a lot more food than usual, almost too much. But you paid it no mind thinking the hobbit was feeling extra hungry that evening. After you finished up the many foods you helped set up the table.

Remembering you forgot to turn the light off in your bedroom you made you way towards it, and just as you passed by the entrance door to the house you heard a knock.

You looked over at the door in surprise, questioning, not expecting anyone that late. You turned towards the direction of the kitchen and called out for Bilbo, "Hey Bilbo, are you expecting anyone?" you waited for him to answer but he didn't make a sound, you figured he was busy finishing up one of the last few dishes he was working on and shrugged it off, walking over to the door and opening it.

"Who is it-," you didn't even manage to finish up your sentence before a swarm of dwarves fell right on top of you, making you fall backwards on your butt with all the dwarves landing on you.

"Y/nnnnn!~~" all the dwarves cheered your name when they saw you, hugging you tightly not bothering to get off you and almost squishing you to death. Bilbo watched the scene from the door frame with a warm smile plastered on his face. He knew they were coming but wouldn't tell you, wanting it to be a surprise, and oh what a surprise it was.

"G-Guys what are you doing here??-" you smiled in surprise at your friends, trying to hug all of them back when you realized who it is that attacked your small body by piling on top of you.

"We had to visit our favourite hobbits!~" Bofur cheered. "Bilbo didn't tell you?" Thorin added.

"N-No-," you looked over at Bilbo with squinty eyes and he rose his hands up in a defensive way, "I wanted it to be a surprise," he smiled, not regretting his decision one bit.

You wanted to be upset but for the love of it you couldn't, the fact that the company was back together once again was overjoying and you couldn't get the smile off your face.

You and Bilbo took your time to greet each dwarf separately, many tight hugs being exchanged and even some cheek smooches too. And after you all finally done your greetings you and Bilbo lead them all into the dining room which was swarmed with foods and drinks. Many dishes, pastries, all sorts of drinks and desserts graced the table in plenty and you all sat down at the table. The dwarves wasted no time digging right in and soon enough cheerful singing filled the air, all of you joining in, and celebration took over the whole room.

After the lengthy dinner and many songs sung you all took it onto yourselves to clean up and then moved to the living room to share tales of the time you all spent away from each other. Stories of your adventures on your journey to the mountain finding themselves there as well as you all reminisced over the moments shared together.

You spent the rest of the night like that, just hanging out and chatting and when the time came to go to bed Bilbo helped settle everyone into their respective rooms for the night. You so happening to end up, due to the lack of rooms with a one-person bed, sharing a big one with the two princes and him totally accidentally ending up in a big one with Thorin.

The three of you slowly made it to your assigned room, chatting along happily as you walked.

As you got in, the princes started to take off some of their, now unnecessary, layers of clothing to get comfy for the bed and you took that opportunity to claim your spot on the bed.

"I call dibs on the middle!" you chirped cheerfully and catapulted yourself onto the bed, claiming your spot in the middle of the big bed, hugging the extra pillow you brought along.

The two chuckled at you as they put their clothes on the chair next to the wall of the room.

"Works for me," Fili grinned as he took off his boots.

"Me too," Kili smirked as he jumped on the bed as well, landing half-way on top of you, almost knocking all the air out of your lungs, and hugging you tightly.

You chuckled through your coughs and hugged him back, "Dear Lord, Kili-"

He just grinned cutely and so you couldn't even scold him, and just as you recovered from Kili's landing on you you got struck by another one, Fili hugged you just as tightly, snuggling into your body after the jump.

You smirked happily and pulled them both into a tight hug, getting back at them for the jumps.

They both let out gasps from being squeezed but you were gentle on them soon enough.

Brothers chuckled and you did as well and you all fled under the covers, the two of them sandwiching you into big warm hugs, which you very gladly returned.

The three of you shared the comfort of the quiet moment just hugging and being happy to have each other around once again, your heart feeling like it will burst out of your chest. To be quite honest you shared more than just very strong feelings of friendship towards the two, but you never acted on it, both because you didn't want to ruin the friendship but also because you loved both of them equally and you just couldn't pick, you didn't want to anyways.

"I missed you guys so much," you snuggled into them, making sure to grasp them both in your embrace.

"We missed you too," they smiled, each planting a kiss on your cheek, Fili on your right and Kili on your left.

You blushed through a smile and smooched the tips of their noses softly, returning the kisses.

They grinned and rested their heads on your shoulders, their faces almost completely in your neck, so close you could feel their warm breaths against your skin. It made you blush lightly.

"How long will you be staying? I hope you are not leaving tomorrow already .. are you?"

"No, we're not. We'll be staying for a couple of days," Fili smiled at the worry of departure in your voice.

"You're not getting rid of us that easy," Kili added with a grin and moved himself more up and closer to you, his face now halfly touching yours, hugging you tighter.

You chuckled at his words, "I better not," you added with a grin on your face, though blush spread across your cheeks once again because of how close Kili's face was to yours.

Fili stayed on his spot, his head resting on the spot on your chest next to your shoulder, listening to your heartbeats.

He could hear them speed up every time one of them would move closer or even speak. He found it curious, he didn't understand why it would do that, after all there's no way you'd feel the same as him, same as them.

See, the brothers talked after they took their kingdom back over and after things settled down. They've noticed each other's longing gazes whenever the situation would calm down or the conversation died out. They've noticed both of them were missing something, or rather someone. But, seeing they've both been in love with you they decided they would, with your blessing of course, either share or have neither of them be with you. Though the subject came hard to open and discuss once the three of you finally met again.

Fili quietly took your hand in his and held it gently, playing with with your fingers.

Your heart immediately picked up as your eyes shot a gaze towards the blonde dwarf, you gave him a warm smile, hiding the blush that was slowly spreading across your cheeks though the darkness of the room hid it well enough already.

Kili looked up between the two of you, and took your other hand in his, holding it to his chest and kissing the back of it sweetly.

Your gaze now fell at the brunette who was smiling at you already and your blush darkened and you smiled even brighter, snuggling into the two of them.

"Hey, y/n.." after a few moments of silence Kili suddenly spoke.

"Hmm?" you smiled at him, turning your attention to him.

"There's something we'd like to tell you.." Kili continued and Fili's eyes shot at him quickly, not expecting him to open the topic on the first day but also understanding that he can't not be with you for another minute because he feels the same.

"What is it?" you asked with a smile, hoping it's nothing bad.

"So uhmm… I-I don't know how to start but uhmm…" Kili started, now not being sure how to spill their hearts to you.

"When we took back Erebor w-we realized something uhmm-" Fili tried to help, "We don't know how you would feel about it but we have to ask-." You looked between them as they spoke, waiting patiently for the princes to gather up their courage and get to the point.

"Would it be alright if we courted you?" Kili finally blurted out, all three of you now sitting up half-way.

"Both of us, together-" he added with a hopeful smile spread on his handsome face.

You looked at the two in shock, eyes wide and words not leaving your throat. You couldn't believe this was happening.

"W-We know it's weird but.. but we both like you-" Fili started.

"Very much," Kili added.

"And we couldn't come to a decision so, if it would be alright with you-" Fili looked up at you, hopeful smile resting on his lips as well  as the question hanged in the air.

It took you a while to break out of your shock, eyes darting from one prince to the other. But after a few long and torturous moments your brain finally started working again and a quiet "Y-Yes-" left your lips through a breath.

"D-Did you say 'yes'?" Kili couldn't believe his ears.

"Y-You accept our courtship?" Fili questioned, disbelief residing within him as well.

Big smile made it's way on your lips and you nodded your head vigorously before throwing yourself onto the brothers squeezing them into a big and tight hug.

They cheered happily and quickly returned, stuffing their faces into your neck and chest, hugging just as tightly.

After very extensive hugging session the three of you laid back down, now snuggling even closer to each other, the two of them each holding one of your hands in theirs.

"I love you guys," you exhaled happily, snuggling further into the two princes, "I have been in love with you two since the journey as well."

That made their hearts melt a little knowing you felt the same as them, and what a relief it was too.

"We love you too," they replied in unison with warmth both in their voices and in the smiles spread across their lips, snuggling right back.

Your heart could explode from all the happiness it felt at that moment.

The happiness grew even stronger when Fili propped himself up on one of his elbows and leaned in placing a gentle but passionate kiss on your lips, followed by Kili who did the same with a big grin on his face. You gladly returned both, blushing like crazy. The two chuckled at your red cheeks and proceeded to kiss them, each the one on their side, before laying back down and throwing their arms around you.

The three of you laid there like that, snuggled against each other in the warmth of the bed and each other's embraces, all three of you slowly drifting off to sleep.

[woahajimes]

the batfamily is stupid as hell and they're self isolating because SOMEBODY got covid (steph) and then SOMEBODY (cass-- who also has covid bc uh stephcass) sneezed on tim who drank from jason's cup without knowing it was jason's cup and anyways everyone in the manor got covid so ✨self isolation for 2 weeks✨

ANYHOW they were all bored out of their minds and jason was about to throw damian out the window bc siblings right

SO BASICALLY cass came up with the big brain idea of a competition (prize being complete immunization of sibling interaction UNLESS they ask for it-- eg. "hey can you open this for me")

teams were made (just two people per team-- duke/damian, jason/cass, steph/harper, dick/tim)

there were "rounds" and these consisted of

round 1: person a has to feed person b a whole jar of peanut butter and they could switch places ONCE (team to finish last was disqualified)

round 2: they had to recreate this picture and had ten minutes to do so, at the end every team compared pictures and alfred decided whose was the worst and that team was out

round 3: they had to run five laps around the manor with their team member on their back, first person to get through the finish line (for the fifth time, there was a picture taken each time they crossed it) won.

simple, right?

WELL NO

first round basically went like this:

jason: NO FUCK YOU AND YOUR STUPID PEANUT BUTTER cass: jason: okay okay ill go first

tim went first, harper went first, and duke went first (duke didn't want to go first but he lost to rock paper scissors so)

tim puked in the first two minutes but alfred had forgotten to clarify that if you puke you're out so basically he kept eating

cass and jason were the first ones to switch

dick and tim switched immediately after (they were waiting for someone else to switch)

steph and harper fucking DIED

"im never eating peanut butter after this"

"by GOD EAT FASTER ITS NOT EVEN A SOLID"

"CAN YOU NOT SHOVE THAT SPOON DOWN MY THROAT"

"IM NOT GOING TO LOSE IN THE FIRST ROUND FUCK YOU"

duke and damian finished first and when ppl asked how (they're the youngest ones, people were sure they couldn't handle it) damian was like "i simply moved all my internal organs to the side" and duke was like "tf you literally ate two spoons and a half"

STEPH AND HARPER LOST and tim laughed (his team got to the next round by literally a second) so harper and steph both threw him the containers and spoons

second round:

tim thought he had a big brain for calling dibs on being on the pool mat but nOOO (duke was on the pool mat, damian was the lightest so yeah--- jason was on the pool mat solely because cass called dibs on jumping and crushing him-- imagine all the chaos)

literally they(jason/cass) took 14 pictures total and all of them were fucked up because of jason (his hands weren’t in the right place, both his legs were picked up)

duke and damian couldn’t do it skjdfhskfh they were D Y I N G (every two minutes you heard a really loud scream/groan with a sudden splat and yeah)

steph and harper had never laughed harder

cass was so done with jason she literally shoved him off the pool mat

tim was literally dead they had taken the shot around 20 times and none of them looked good it was horrible (dick didnt even apologize for crushing tim 90934757894 times -- not every shot was decent so they deleted around 40)

when the timer went off, alfred carefully took all the phones (jason’s phone was somehow at the bottom of the pool and jason was tired(tm) so he asked cass to get the phone pls and cass just got in the pool and shoved the pool mat over (and then got out)

after around 20 minutes of alfred going through the pictures, he decided that the best ones were dick and tim’s (how i have zero idea but)

and then the worst ones were duke and damian’s (so jason and cass made it to the third round)

cass asked alfred why theirs weren’t the best, and alfred said “well master jason’s arm looks very off and he looks genuinely scared” and cass was like “GODDAMNIT JASON” and lost her shit 

LAST ROUND: 

so they did think this through and basically cass on jason’s back and tim on dick’s back

jason: HA! YOU’RE NOT FASTER THAN I AM! dick: i don’t need to be??? you’ve got CASS on your back. you know what that means? jason: .... you wouldn’t.. tim, on dick’s back: *snorts* YEAH OKAY

cass: what are they talking about?  jason: NO NOTHING jason: you might want earbuds or something to like... block the sounds... they’re gonna be wanting to distract you cass: yeah well. I’m not distracted easily

the timer goes off, tim on dick’s back, and they’re pretty even for the first two laps, but then tim’s shoe falls off and tim’s like “WAIT MY SHOE” and dick goes “WHAT THE FUCK” 

and tim is like “whoa youre right KEEP RUNNING” 

cass on jason’s back: HEY STEPH CAN YOU PASS ME THE PRETZELS

update: cass does get pretzels and gives jason a few  jason: CASS THATS MY NOSE cass: OH OOPS LOL

dick: tim i think its time to pull out our secret weapon tim: yeah you’re right tim: tim: HEY CASS *starts humming to ‘levitating’ by dua lipa* tim: 🎶 if you wanna run away with me-  🎶

jason: NO  jason: NOOO CASS COVER YOUR EARS DONT LISTEN TO THEM cass:  🎶 IF YOU WANNA RUN AWAY WITH ME I KNOW A GALAXY WHERE I COULD TAKE YOU FOR A RIDE  🎶

(you may ask how this distracts jason but it just DOES)

dick takes this as a head start and runs faster (theyre on their third lap now- both)

tim gets a bit too excited and leans too much and makes them both fall over (they were abt half a lap ahead)

tim: GET UP GET UP dick: THIS IS YOUR FAULT TF YOU MEAN 

cass:  🎶 YOU WANT ME  🎶 jason:  🎶 I WANT YOU BABY  🎶  *runs past them*  dick: HOW jason: JUST DONT FIGHT IT 

karma’s a bitch (and dick paid steph) and jason slipped, causing them to fall almost the exact way that tim and dick fell

dick and tim have now caught up to them, as jason and cass pick themselves up

jason: we should switch cass: yeah alright do you want me to momentarily kill you so we can distract the others and then you wake up and we run jason: ...no cass:  jason: ... maybe

*two seconds later*

cass: HE’S DEAD! MY POOR BROTHER HE’S DEAD! steph: YEAH WE KNOW YOU MOMENTARILY KILLED HIM GET UP cass: ok jason lets go stand up 

they keep going and dick stops for a second (theyre ahead)  dick: hey its your turn now tim:  dick: yeah i know you cant cmon climb on

COMEPLETE HEADCANON jason and cass won anyways thank you for coming to my ted talk

[dreamwritesimagines]

Burn The Witch 18 - Sleepless Night [Bucky Barnes x Reader]

A.N: Thank you so much for your wonderful support and feedback my loves ! ❤ Here’s the next chapter, I hope you like it as well and please let me know what you think! ❤ Thank you! ❤❤❤

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Female Reader

Warnings: Enemies to lovers, fake dating, mentions of blood, sex, violence, death, manipulation, language, guns, knives.

Summary: Midnight texts make things complicated.

Series Masterlist

Okay.

Everything considered, maybe you shouldn’t have barged in guns blazing to your fake boyfriend’s mission.

Especially because the said fake boyfriend thought you were a sweet civilian but as long as you kept your ski mask on, you figured you would be fine.

Even if it felt a lot like pushing your luck.

“What the hell are you doing here?” he asked and you looked around the hall to check whether there was anyone else, then shrugged your shoulders.

“I was in the area,” you said, “So, who else are we killing?”

“We’re not killing.”

“Speak for yourself, I just killed that guy over there.” You pointed over your shoulder “Killed him hard. HYDRA?”

“Aren’t you a sniper?”

“I can be whoever you want me to be,” you said with a grin and Bucky blinked a couple of times, shifting his weight.

“Why aren’t you on some rooftop if you’re a sniper?”

“Change of scenery. How do you know my alias?”

“Why would you help me?”

“I’m a nice person—“ you started but as soon as you saw someone lunging out of the shadows you pointed your gun and pulled the trigger, sending the guy to the ground.

“Most of the time,” you completed your sentence and Bucky raised his brows.

“Right.”

“You’re still taken?” you asked and he stared at you as if he was at loss for words, then pulled himself together and walked past you.

“Oh come on, I just saved your ass.”

“I had it under control.”

“No you didn’t,” you rushed to catch up with him, “And you didn’t answer my question. You still got a girl at home?”

“Why do you want to know?”

“I’m just curious. Is she pretty?”

“Do you always flirt with people you don’t know?”

You opened your mouth to retort but before you could, you heard a voice behind you.

“Buck, what the hell man?”

You looked over your shoulder to see Sam gawking at you and Bucky cleared his throat.

“Um….Sam, Shrike.”

“Okay, what is she doing here?”

“Beats me.”

“I was around,” you answered helpfully, “So who are we killing?”

“We’re not killing!” Bucky and Sam said at the same time and you held up your hands.

“Jesus, fine. Who are we maiming?”

“Did you tell her—“

“I didn’t tell her anything.” Bucky cut him off, looking uncomfortable for some reason. You hummed, clicking your tongue.

“I’m just here to help.”

“Why?” Sam asked and you shrugged your shoulders.

“I’m a huge fan?”

“Try again.”

“I’m hoping he’ll get with me.” You pointed at Bucky with your thumb, making him shake his head. Sam raised his brows, a grin pulling at his lips.

“Oh is that right?”

“Don’t.” Bucky said while you heaved a sigh.

“Listen guys, not that I don’t enjoy this but this is basically a HYDRA building, so you might want to make it fast, whatever it is you’re doing.”

“Can you wait at the door while I get—the thing?” Sam asked Bucky and he nodded.

“Yeah.”

“Great!”

“I didn’t say you could come.” Bucky said and you scoffed.

“I gotta tell you, I was hoping you would say that to me in a completely different context.”

Sam let out a chuckle, “Oh she’s good.”

“Unbelievable.”

“I don’t even want to know what you’re trying to get, okay?” you asked, “I just want to make sure no one dies.”

“Because you’re a nice person?” Bucky asked, his voice full of doubt and you thought for a moment.

“Eh, I have my reasons.”

“But she has a point, we need to make it fast.” Sam said, “Let’s go.”

“Seriously?!” Bucky groaned but rushed after him with you following his lead. After you all reached the end of the hall, Sam kicked the door open and you quickly peeked inside to see a computer in the middle of the office.

Ah.

They were after some sort of a file.

“Don’t let anyone in,” Sam said and closed the door behind him. You leaned your back to the wall, flipping a knife in your hand and Bucky stole a look at you.

“Why Shrike?”

You turned your head, “Hm?”

“Why do they call you Shrike?”

You clicked your tongue, “Oh you wouldn’t get it,” you said and he tilted his head.

“Try me,” he said, “Looks like we’ll be here for a while.”

I kicked a target out of the window and he fell on top of a steel spike from a construction site.

“I like knives better than guns,” you lied and Bucky scoffed.

“You’re a sniper.”

“So were you, but look me in the eye and tell me you don’t have a favorite knife.”

“I can’t look you in the eye, your mask has goggles,” Bucky retorted, making you smile.

“My turn,” you said, “Is your girlfriend pretty?”

“The prettiest,” Bucky said without even hesitation and you had to hold back your aww.

“Does that mean I don’t have a shot?”

“That’s exactly what it means.”

“Maybe I’m prettier,” you taunted and he shook his head.

“Impossible.”

You couldn’t help the smile on your face under the mask, “Loyal type, aren’t you?”

“Not a cheater at least.”

You heaved a dramatic sigh, “Well that’s a shame,” you said, “Lucky girl.”

“Nah, I’m the lucky one.”

“Maybe I should—“ you started but stopped talking when you saw a shadow by the hall.

“I call dibs,” you said before Bucky could even object, then grabbed and pulled the figure around the corner. He almost punched you but you dodged it, sending him back with a kick on the chest.

“No killing,” Bucky called out calmly and you groaned, dodging another punch as you did a backflip, then grabbed your opponent by the hair and slammed his head in the wall, making him pass out.

“Don’t be so vanilla, Barnes.” You commented as you made your way back to him, and tilted your head when you saw the way he was looking at you, almost—

Impressed?

No it wasn’t it, it was something else.

“Huh?” he asked, then tried to pull himself together, “Wh— I’m not even going to ask.”

“I’m just saying, there’s nothing wrong with liking it a little rough,” you grinned, “On the missions, that is.”

He scoffed a laugh, shaking his head.

“You can kill someone and flirt with someone else within minutes?”

“What can I say, I’m the whole package,” you stated, “I mean, not that it works on you, Mr I’m-in-a-relationship. So are you in love then?”

“Forgive me if I don’t want to share any details of my relationship with a homicidal maniac who apparently has a thing for bad pick-up lines.”

“How rude,” you pouted, “I think they’re really good pick-up lines.”

You could see the way he was trying to suppress a smile and you flipped the knife in your hand again, his eyes automatically following your movements.

“You won’t take off that mask, will you?” he asked after a beat and you shook your head.

“Trust me, you wouldn’t like the consequences if you saw my face.”

“Will you tell me who you work for?”

“Nope,” you said, “I don’t want to end up dead. My superiors have a strange idea of discipline.”

“Why are you helping us?” he asked again but before you could come up with an excuse, the door opened.

“It’s done, let’s go.” Sam said and you pushed yourself off the wall.

“We should do this again sometime,” you said and nodded at Sam “Captain.”

Sam smiled slightly. “Thanks for the help.”

“No problem,” you said and turned to look at Bucky.

“Until next time, soldier,” you said and walked away from them, smirking to yourself.

                                               ***

So maybe that was a heat of the moment decision, and maybe Chloe was going to kill you if she ever found out about what had happened but good news was that your cover wasn’t blown.

And Bucky was fine.

You turned the vacuum cleaner off, wiping at your brow and put your hands on your hips, looking around the apartment.

“What the hell are you doing?”

You let out a squeal and turned around to see Keith standing by the doorframe.

“Keith, what the fuck?!”

“What are you doing?”

“How did you get in?”

“I’m a spy. I heard vacuum cleaner and I thought someone broke into your apartment, so I had to check.”

“You thought someone broke into my apartment to clean it?”

“Someone’s gotta,” he commented, making you glare at him before you unplugged the vacuum cleaner. “I’ve literally never seen you clean, what is happening?”

You flung yourself on the couch so that he could sit beside you. “No wonder I don’t do this shit, it’s boring.”

“But why are you doing it?”

You shrugged your shoulders, “I’ll invite Bucky over.”

“So what?”

“I can’t have the apartment look like this,” you motioned around, “The guy grew up in the…. Everyone’s apartment must be spotless era.”

“He’s been here before though—“ Keith started but then covered his mouth, “Oh shit, now I get it. You’re gonna jump on his bones.”

You rolled your eyes at him, “Not even a word, Keith.”

“I have lots of words,” he said, “Number one, you do realize guys don’t care about the apartment, right? I have never once gone to a girl’s apartment and walked out because she hadn’t vacuumed the place.”

“Jesus.”

“Also, if you’re trying to go all wife material—“

“Shut the fuck up, I’m not.”

“I’d like to remind you that it’s a fake relationship,” he grinned, “Are you going to dress up like a Stepford Wife too?”

“I hate the day I decided to become your friend.”

“You love me,” he shot back and you slipped a little on the couch, “But hey, do you actually want to?”

“Want to do what?”

“To sleep with him?” he asked, “Or is it just the mission?”

You tried to keep your expression stable, excitement filling you at the thought of sleeping with Bucky.

Tonight.

Oh God, you felt like a lovesick girl instead of a serious spy.

“It’ll help the mission,” you lied through your teeth, “That’s all I’m focused on right now.”

“Aren’t you a little curious about how the most ruthless assassin of the century is in bed though?”

You let a grin pull at your lips, “Maybe?”

“Ha! I knew it!” he said triumphantly, “So how detailed will your report be, exactly? Asking for a friend.”

You threw a pillow at him, “You’re terrible.”

“Mm hm,” he checked his watch, “Ugh, I gotta go to base. But if I don’t see you before tonight, just…”

“I don’t want any gross advice, Keith.”

“Remember,” he said, “You have a cover to maintain.”

You pulled your brows together, “What is that supposed to mean?”

“It means your cover probably likes missionary and soul gazing and stuff in bed. Complete opposite of you, so don’t be like yourself.”

“How do you even-?”

“I have it on good authority that you like knife play, Y/N,” he said, making your jaw drop, “And your cover is a sweet small town girl.”

“Did you talk to Julian?!” you exclaimed and he made a face.

“No,” he said, “You have a knife collection, you idiot. It doesn’t take a genius to figure it out.”

“Bullshit, who told you—“

“Ryan,” he said, “The agent you slept with and dumped, before Julian.”

“He was boring.”

“It’s beyond me why you thought it was a good idea to sleep with him,” he shook his head, “Anyways, I’m out.”

“Why do you have to go to the base, exactly?”

“I have to brief the General,” he said as he walked to the door, “I was supposed to do that yesterday but he was busy with Julian. I think those two are planning something.”

You frowned, deep in thought.

“Tell Chloe I said hi!” you called out and he saluted you, then left your apartment. You pursed your lips and stood up, looking around.

“I should probably dust the place,” you mumbled to yourself, “Where the fuck do I get one of those feather dusters?”

                                                ***

Unfortunately, Tara needed you to cover her shift that day so you had to change plans. Normally you were supposed to meet Bucky for your date, but when Tara told you there was an emergency, you couldn’t say no to her.

Keeping yourself busy at work, even if it was just a cover, helped you to get your mind off the nervousness you were feeling about tonight.

You had never been this nervous before, which came as a shock for you. Bucky was just a target, and you knew better than anyone how to manipulate targets but—

You really, really wanted this. Regardless of it being a part of the mission or not.

So you had just finished with the inventory and closed the cash register when the wind bell chimed by the door and you turned your head, a big smile lighting up your face.

“Hi!” you rushed to throw yourself into Bucky’s arms and he caught you, lifting you a little to kiss you on the lips.

“Hi darling.”

“I’m almost done.”

“No worries, I can wait,” he said and you went behind the counter to hurriedly place the jars on the shelves so that when Tara came back tomorrow morning they would be all ready.

“Sorry about falling asleep last night,” you said, an image of you killing that HYDRA agent in front of Bucky flashing in your mind, “Did you stay up late?”

“Just a little,” he said and you bit down on a smile, he really wasn’t a good liar.

“Oh? What did you do after I went to sleep?”

He waved a hand in the air, as if looking for words, “Um—I—I was with Sam.”

“Sounds fun.”

He took a deep breath and cleared his throat.

“Actually I went on a mission,” he said after a beat and you turned to him, raising your brows.

“A dangerous one?”

“Not really,” he said, “But I wanted you to know, because…”

You stayed silent, waiting for him to continue.

“I don’t really know about the relationship rules so I figured honesty is the best way to go,” he said, making your heart skip a beat, “I think I accidentally flirted with someone last night.”

The words “No you didn’t.” were at the tip of your tongue but you managed to control yourself and tilted your head.

“…Oh,” you ended up saying, “With who?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, “Remember how I told you there was this spy I kept running into?”

You really needed to control your expression.

“Yeah?”

“I mean she flirted with me, I don’t actually think I flirted back but I wanted you to know just in case.”

You smiled slightly, “Bucky, it happens.”

He let out a relieved breath, “Okay,” he said, “Okay, good.”

“I mean as long as you don’t have a crush on her or anything.”

His hesitation lasted only for a second, maybe even less than that but it was there. Your heart skipped a beat and you frowned before he spoke.

“Of course not,” he said quickly, “Not at all, I don’t even know her.”

Was that possible? Could he be attracted to your real self as well as your cover?

Or maybe even more than your cover?

“Alright then,” you said with a smile, “I just don’t like competition.”

“There’s no competition, I promise,” he assured you and you shifted your weight, then placed the last jar on the shelf and turned to him.

“So then,” you said as you both left the shop and he threw an arm over your shoulder, pulling you closer. “Did you know she would be there?”

“I had no idea,” he said while you approached the motorcycle, “She ended up helping us but I don’t know what she’s playing at.”

“I think I have an idea what she’s playing at, if she flirted with you.”

Bucky chuckled and pressed a kiss on top of your head, then tilted your chin up.

“Darling….”

“What? I’m pretty sure flirting existed back in the 40s, and you know what it means.”

“What happened to it happens again?” he asked you with a grin and you shot him a look, then grabbed the helmet from him.

The road to your place was pretty short, especially with the way Bucky was riding his motorcycle. Soon enough, he pulled over in front of the building and you tried to ignore how excited you were, it—

It was finally happening.

Who were you kidding? This had nothing to do with the mission, you really, really wanted him. Your heart felt like it would break your ribcage and you took a deep breath, then got off the motorcycle and placed the helmet in its place.

“So,” you said as he got off the motorcycle as well, then pulled you closer, “Any plans for tonight?”

“Nope.”

“Any accidental meetings with hot spies?”

“Mmm, I don’t know any,” he taunted you, making you smile.

“Yeah? You sure?”

“Oh totally. Besides, I’m happily going steady with the prettiest dame in the world, remember?”

You thought you would melt right then and there, and stepped closer to him before standing up on your tiptoes.

“Right answer,” you muttered after kissing him on the lips, and tugged him by the hand. “Come on.”

“Where are we going?”

“Upstairs,” you said, leading him into the building and he followed you as if he was hypnotized. You grinned when you got to your door, adrenaline rushing through you and you opened the door, then pulled him inside by the shirt, locking lips with him. He easily lifted you up, making you wrap your legs around his waist as he kicked the door shut and you pulled back to giggle.

“Bedroom,” you pointed at the room at the end of the hall and he pulled you into a kiss, walking there, still carrying you. You let out a squeak when he dropped you to the bed but then sat up when the thought hit you.

“Oh God damn it—“ you pushed him slightly to get off the bed and he looked up at you as you stumbled to the drawer.

“Is everything okay?”

“More than okay,” you grabbed the lingerie set from the drawer, then turned to him, “Just— close your eyes and don’t go anywhere, alright?”

“…Okay but are you sure—“

“I’ll be back in a second,” you said, running to the bathroom with the lingerie set clutched in your arms and you let out a breath, looking yourself in the mirror.

Even your eyes were shiny with excitement.

You shook your head at yourself and quickly shed your clothes to get into the lingerie set. You tilted your head, checking the garter belts and the corset, then pressed a hand over your chest to calm yourself down and walked out of the bathroom.

“Are your eyes closed?” you asked with a smile as you got to the bedroom and he nodded, holding a hand over his eyes.

“Cross my heart.”

You let out a small laugh and pulled at your hand so that he could open his eyes. As soon as he did, he blinked up at you, his jaw slightly agape.

For a second, there was absolute silence in the room.

“Is this a good silence or a bad silence?” you asked, for the first time in your life you were insecure about how you looked half naked in front of a partner, “Because I’m—“

You didn’t get to finish your sentence when he grabbed you by the waist to get you under him, making you squeal.

“You’re perfect,” he breathed out and you pulled him into a kiss, wrapping your arms around his neck.

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You had no idea why you woke up. In fact, considering how peaceful you felt, it was a wonder how you woke up in the middle of the night.

You could almost feel the warmth surrounding you as you leaned in to press a small kiss on his bare chest, then grabbed his shirt in the dark and put it on to walk to the kitchen to get a glass of water. Surprisingly he didn’t wake up, instead he mumbled something under his breath, his dog tags shining under dim light coming from outside.

You felt like you could lie there and just lose yourself in the bliss, and the mission— no, everything else could wait.

You pushed your hair behind your ear after putting your phone on the counter, then you went to the sink to fill yourself a glass of water, and finished it in three big gulps, a smile which was impossible to stop pulling at your lips.

No one, target or a boyfriend, had ever made you feel this way.

Maybe you could just tell him. After tonight, after absolute happiness, you could just tell him and maybe he would understand, maybe you two could have a future, maybe—

Your phone vibrated on the counter, interrupting your thoughts and you frowned slightly, then touched the screen to open the text.

From: Julian

We may have found something. Good thing you didn’t get too attached.

The smile was wiped off of your lips in a second and your stomach dropped as you stared at the text message.

“Fuck.”

Chapter 19

[musubiki]

i wanna know more ab the m34th finding out lime’s relationship to the cat witch bc id be like 🧍‍♀️ if i were them just kinda pissed

UHGUHGU THIS IM NOT SUPER SOLID ON!!!!! but i will talk about what i have in my head right now!!

so much potential in every route....one route would be: they recruited him under the assumption he wanted the cat witch for some kind of revenge (because witches bad. why else would one want to look so desperately for them), and is essentially ignorant of his relationship to her. UNTIL we get to some point where for some mission/reason/other, they find out about them.

in my head i see that episode going as: another member finds and hunts down mochi (a fight she almost loses, and a good time to showcase what the m34th can really do). when lime arrives to a near-exhausted mochi backed into a corner, said guy (whoever, one of the more sadistic members) is like "Goldwood! Look, I found her! That stupid bitch of a cat witch has been hiding in the capitol all along! You wanted first dibs right? Now you can do what you want!" anyway lime dismembers this guy. legitimately cuts him off mid-sentance (literally cuts off his arm. i want a cool scene with this asshole clamoring for his life, and lime reveals for the first time to anyone in the m34th that hes vowed to the cat witch before unaliving him)

and when some other members of the m34th arrive (far after that guy is dead and lime has taken mochi away somewhere safe), they start to deduce "Huh... these clean cuts were made by one of our weapons." and slowly over the course of a few days as the investigation into their fallen comrade progresses, it becomes increasingly clear how wrong they were about lime

this also leads to a fight between lime and the other members of the m34th (whoever was on-call in the capitol at the time. SOS emergency mission, someones gone rouge). a fight mochi wasnt apart of, as it started to go down as she was still covering. also a fight that marshal, clarinette, and the squad captain all turned and sided with lime right before the fight

(it was marshals idea. lime was ready to kill every person who tried to get to mochi, but before lime could get his hands dirty, marshal swooped in with the idea of "If we erase their memories of it, we dont HAVE to kill them, and your girlfriend wont be upset with you for it.") (side note: the m34th has a memory-replacement system similar to the memory replace spell witches use. its a little more complicated as the memories can be stored and retrieved with some kind of tech something, but if you can destroy those as well then its like it never happened)

between lime, marshal, clarinette, and the squad captain who covers for all of them, this actually does end up succeeding. (another sad moment for clarinette, helping a roughed up lime limp his way home and having to watch mochi run into his arms again after she just helped save his life)

BUT THE OTHER SCENARIO ALSO HAS A LOT OF POTENTIAL WHICH IS:

(under the same pretense they thought he was after revenge) the m34th knew where the cat witch was the whole time. they couldve easily helped him find her within weeks, but purposely kept him in the dark because they thought if he got what he wanted, he would lose motivation and wouldnt be as good a soilder (this route is better for showcasing the true power/reach/resources/spirit of the m34th)

in a subplot related to the frog witch, mochi gets summoned to the capitol palace by the king to find his missing son, the prince. none of their resources have been able to locate him, so the king figures the strongest witch is the next best bet. then their best m34th soilders (lime included) gets assigned to "watch" her during her mission under the orders of "i dont care how you feel, you arnt allowed to kill her until she finds the prince," and they have to spend the whole time pretending they hate each other and that they never met before in their lives

at the end, the prince is eventually found and mochi requests that if the m34th is going to keep watch over her, that lime be the one assigned to her since she knows him now post-mission. and lime has to pretend to be like "ah hate that cat witch, but this is for a paycheck and shes not super insufferable...so...fine." and so lime being in her guild is still in the dark to the rest of the m34th, but they DO know that he sees her at least semi-regularly with the "check-ins" (which gives birth to the "Cant believe you got seduced by a witch" things hehehe)

EITHER WAY I DONT KNOW YET

[reidsaurora]

Im requesting again sorry but ily and couldn’t resist. The minute I saw my favorite corny trope I had to request. congrats once again! The build a blurb thing is so cool y’all.

1. Friends to Lovers

2. Only One Bed

Prompts:

“You're unbelievably cute when you're tired."

"It feels so nice to hold you."

Can I also get mutual pining and/or first kiss?

And ofc y’all know I’m requesting our dear samuel winchester.

Thank you love and I will definitely be filling out that moot form soon!

"When Pigs Fly" ~ S. Winchester

*i hate using gifs that aren't rectangular but this gif is too cute to not use*

Summary: When Sam and Y/N are forced to share a bed, the two start to question just how close of friends they really are…

Pairing: Sam Winchester x Fem!Reader

Word Count: 1,266

Content Warning: mild sexual humor, a tiny mention of food

Genre: Friends to Lovers (duh), Mutual Pining, and a whole bunch of tooth-rotting Fluff

Extra Notes: i didn't realize how bad i was at writing pining so i'm gonna apologize now if it's bad

Supernatural masterlist can be found here!

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"I call dibs on the single!" Dean shouted upon entering the motel room, plopping himself onto the bed in a starfish position.

"And why exactly do you get the single bed?" Y/N sassed, one hand on her hip.

"Because I'm the oldest and because I said so," he grinned cheekily.

"Well, then who gets the double?" she asked.

"Easy. You guys can share."

Y/N rolled her eyes, but reluctantly walked over to the bed and threw her bag down. She considered that it wasn't the first time they'd had to share a bed, in fact, they'd had to do it multiple times in college.

Sam seemed hesitant, but then again, she'd just chalked it up to him being a gentleman. Though she wondered sometimes if it was because he felt as nervous around her as she did around him, she'd pretty much convinced herself that he'd never feel the same way she did.

"I can take the couch," Sam offered.

Almost too quickly, Y/N blurted out, "No, Sam, the bed is big enough for both of us."

He silently nodded, walking over to the bed and placing his bag down as well.

"I call dibs on the shower," they spoke in sync, both looking through their overnight bags at the same time.

"You can go first," Y/N said, looking up at him.

"No, it's OK, you go," he insisted.

"Suit yourself."

And with that, Y/N took off for the bathroom, toiletries and pajamas in hand.

As Sam continued to unpack his things, he felt a certain set of green eyes looking at him. "What, Dean?"

"You might as well share the shower too, Sammy," he giggled from his own bed.

After successfully throwing and hitting Dean with one of the pillows on the bed, Sam sighed, "Of all people, why did I have to get stuck with you?"

"You think you got it bad? I have to sit here and watch you to subconsciously flirt with each other while thinking the other person hates you," Dean commented. "And that is very painful."

"Shh, she can probably hear us," Sam whispered.

"Just tell her!"

"Yeah, when pigs fly."

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A couple hours had passed and Dean was sound asleep in his own bed. Y/N and Sam had stayed up doing research on the current creature they were hunting, but eventually decided to get some sleep themselves.

Originally, the two had been lying as far apart as they could without rolling off the bed, but as soon as Sam fell asleep, Y/N quickly learned he was a cuddler.

At one point, he'd even had his arm thrown over her stomach, but Y/N managed to wiggle away, for fear of him waking up like that.

She lay awake, staring at the ceiling and wondering how in the world those two could fall asleep so quickly. She felt like she'd been staring at the ceiling and counting sheep for hours.

"It feels so nice to hold you," was what broke her from her thoughts.

She blinked a few times, trying to process the words Sam had just mumbled in his sleep. She played it off, assuming he'd been dreaming about someone else, anyone but herself.

"It feels really nice to hold you," he mumbled again, almost like he was making sure she heard him that time.

"You too," she whispered back, though she didn't know if he'd heard her or not since he never replied.

Finally having settled into his touch again, Y/N convinced herself that cuddling with Sam wasn't so bad, and the thought of that was enough to finally send her to sleep.

☆☆☆

"Rise and shine, ladies and gents," Dean greeted them the next morning.

Immediately upon stirring awake, Y/N realized it was now her arm over Sam's stomach. As quickly as she could, she rolled away, embarrassed that Dean had found her like that.

"What time is it?" she complained, smashing her pillow over her head to hide her eyes from the sun.

"Like 9:00," he laughed. "I'm gonna go get some brekky so I'll be back in a few," he said before heading out the door.

Y/N attempted to roll out of bed, but was stopped by a strong arm being thrown around her hips and pulling her back in.

"Sam-"

"Mmm, five more minutes," he groaned.

With a sigh, Y/N answered, "Fine, but only five. Dean's gonna kill us if we sleep all day again."

"Hey, last time was his fault," Sam mumbled, followed by a yawn, "He shouldn't have taken us out for all-you-can-drink tequila."

Y/N quietly giggled at his words, settling back into his embrace.

The two lay in silence, enjoying the other's company more than they'd ever know. Y/N noted that Sam still somehow smelled like his aftershave, though it had been at least twelve hours since he'd applied it. Meanwhile, Sam observed that Y/N's hair smelled strongly of her vanilla shampoo, one of his favorite scents he'd ever inhaled.

Suddenly, Y/N found herself blabbing, "You know, you're unbelievably cute when you're tired." Immediately, she covered her mouth with her hand, unsure how she'd let that slip. She found herself trying to cover it up by saying, "I mean, cute in a puppy way. I'd never watch you sleep if you were cute in a human way. You're cute like a German Shepherd," she continued, "Oh no, this is way worse. I'm gonna stop talking."

"Well," Sam started as he awkwardly scratched the back of his neck, "I think you're really cute when you're tired too."

Y/N's eyes lit up when she processed his sentence. "Really?"

"Like a German Shepherd," he nodded bashfully. "Unless…"

"Unless what?" she asked.

"Unless you want me to mean it less German Shepherd-y," he chuckled, still scratching at his neck.

"I'd like that a lot actually."

The two looked away from each other, not knowing they were feeling the exact same butterflies floating around in their respective tummies. Y/N felt the sudden urge to lean over and kiss him, but for fear of embarrassment, she held back. Unbeknownst to her, Sam was thinking the same thing, but he also held himself back.

"Would you two man up and kiss each other already?!" Dean grumbled.

Y/N jumped back, nearly going through the headboard. "Dean, you scared me."

"When did you get back anyway?" Sam asked, nearly under his breath.

"Long enough to know that you two are clearly experiencing some sexual tension."

Sam rolled his eyes at his brother's statement before looking back over to Y/N.

"Well?"

"Well what?" Sam chuckled at her question.

"Aren't you gonna kiss me?"

"I thought you'd never ask."

Y/N felt a thousand fireworks go off around her when Sam lips collided with hers. She felt a tinge of embarrassment when she remembered she hadn't brushed her teeth yet, but the feelings ignited by the fact that her best friend was finally kissing her was enough to outweigh it.

Sam knew it was cheesy to say, but he too felt sparks flying when their lips connected. Sam had kissed a few girls in his lifetime, but he knew one thing after kissing Y/N: she was the only one he ever wanted to kiss again.

"Took you long enough, Sammy," Dean chuckled once the pair finally parted.

"I agree," Sam and Y/N giggled in sync.

"Hey, I just have one question," Dean started.

"What's that?" Sam replied, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.

"Does this mean pigs are flying now?"

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Thank you so much for this request! This one was really cute and super fun to write and I hope you enjoyed!

[redswanned]

There Was Only One Bed

AOT boys x Reader

(This trope is so overused but its def my guilty pleasure haha & i hope it’ll fix my writers block)

Plot: You and him came back from a mission that left you both insanely tired. It’s too late to go home so you two decide to check into a hotel. There’s only one room left, with only one bed 😳

Eren

my boy Eren rolled his eyes when he saw that singular bed

you both were already so freaking tired after a day of organizing

the last thing he wanted was a fuss about who gets the bed this late

you looked at him as he took a seat on one side of the bed

tbh you saw it as a sign that he claimed the bed so you just

sat on the floor lol

i mean where else would you sleep??

“What are you doing?” asked Eren as he looked at you like a fool

“uh... sitting” was all you said

“You’re not going to sleep on the ground after today. Take the other side”

i mean you weren’t going to say no but wow

THE Eren Yeager sharing his bed with you

you felt awkward and just stayed at the very edge of the bed not wanting to disturb him

he turned off the lights and you guys went to bed

approximately ten minutes laterrrr

“Hey Y/N, do you think I’m doing the right thing? With the Yeagerists and everything?” 

“Oh um, I think our people in the walls really see you as a savior, what’s wrong with that?” you said still a little shocked he even spoke up

“Hmm, I guess what I’m doing is best for humanity,” he said almost a matter of factly, “Thank you.”

“You’re welcome.”

even though your little chat was brief you and Eren both relaxed a bit more and scooted a little closer to each other

maybe just having someone nearby to listen helped

Armin

aww Armin would totally approach this situation like a gentleman

even though you were both tired i could see his eyes widening at the singular bed

“Y/N, I insist! you could have the bed!”

“But you shouldn’t sleep on the floor!”

“It’s okay I’ll be fine!”

endless banter haha

eventually the banter convinces him that he should sleep on the bed but-

“Okay, how about you sleep on the bed the first half of the night and then we both wake up and switch places-”

“Armin that plan won’t work”

he has many great plans but this ain’t it

he finally agrees to take the other side of the bed

but lies down on the veryyyy edge

you say your goodnights and fall asleep

until you hear a crash

Armin has fallen off the bed lol

“I told you sleeping on the edge would be a bad idea”

“I- you have me there”

this time he scooted a little closer to you

and bam

he set a pillow in between you two

“problem solved!” 

“Oh Armin, walls have never solved anything,” you said laughing

you two fell back asleep this time both of you snuggled against the same pillow

that pillow was soon forgotten about after the both of you somehow rolled over it???

you both didn’t mind being snuggled against each other though

Reiner

honestly we all know this guy just needs some rest

you insist that he takes the bed

however he could not let you sleep on the floor

“But Reiner, look at you, you’re exhausted and you won’t be comfortable on the floor!”

“Really? I can say the same about you Y/N go on the bed.”

this probably went on for a few minutes before you both went fuck it and took the bed

Reiner was kinda awkward about it but too tired to care

he took one side and you took another

you both said your good nights before going to bed

you were suddenly awakened though when Reiner sat up from a nightmare :(

you’ve both been through a lot so you get it

“Reiner are you okay?” you asked

“Yeah... it’s nothing. Sorry for waking you up,” he said clearly not okay.

you scooted next to him and gave him a hug (he really needs hugs omg)

he accepted it and cried in your arms 

you stayed like that for a while and comforted him

when he calmed down he insisted you both go back to sleep

didn’t mind when you stayed near him before going back to sleep

you woke up safe in his arms and he slept peacefully that night

Jean

Jean boy and you were both just TIRED

being some of the leaders of this new movement in the scouts was tiring

and the hotel just has to have ONE bed

he sighs at the sight and before you can even argue with him he just gestures to you to take the damn bed

but you still want to argue

“Jean, you’ve been awake so long take the bed!”

“You’ve been awake even longer! So therefore you should have it!”

you two kind of had a stare off

realizing you were both too stubborn he picks you up and forces you in bed

“NO FAIR!”

“Sorry but it’s settled,” he says as he makes his way to the ground

though he was much taller than you, you still managed to drag his ass to the bed

“Now stay!”

“I’m not a dog!”

“No shit horse face”

“DAMMIT” he said as he dragged you into the bed with him

it was kinda awkward since you were on top of him

so he quickly shoved you to the side

gently though cuz he’s nice

“There problem solved,” he said after a brief moment of silence

you two went to sleep

or at least you tried to because that room was so freaking cold

“psst Jean”

“What?” he murmured 

“I’m cold.”

and then he opened his arms and enveloped you in warmth

probably the nicest you’ve slept in a while

same goes for him, he was too warm and your ice cold self helped

Connie

as soon as you two entered the room, Connie called dibs on the bed

“No fair! I wanted the bed!” you exclaimed as you jumped on it

“Well I called it first!”

you both tried one up each other as a reason why one of you should get the bed over the other

apparently your banter was pretty loud

“I have an idea, why don’t you both take the bed AND SHUT THE FUCK UP?” oh the hotel manager barged in and interrupted

he said that neither of you would have a bed if he gets one more noise complaint

welp

“I guess we should listen to the man right Y/N?” said Connie nervously

“uh yes! thank you sir sorry for bothering you!” you apologized and got under the covers

it was kind of awkward suddenly since both of you didn’t plan on sleeping in the same bed

but once the two of you were settled in you finally realized how exhausted you two were

you two ended up falling asleep but you woke up a couple of hours later

it was still dark outside

you also realized Connie was lying there awake too

“Were you watching me sleep?” you asked

“What! No, I was just, I couldn’t sleep,” he admitted.

“Yeah me neither”

you both took advantage of the hour and decided to silently just catch up on life

you two had been so busy lately considering how much more responsibility the scouts had nowadays

“You know, I really appreciate that you still try to stay upbeat despite everything that’s happened” you said.

“Well, I guess that’s just who I am. I want to make everyone happy. I want you to be happy,” he admitted glad that it was dark or else you’d see him blush

“Well I really appreciate that” you smiled and nuzzled into him

having each other so close lulled the both of you into a comforting sleep once again

[nephilim-problems]

That's my sister

Hehehe I thought this was cute and I haven't wrote for Cass in awhile but he gives me life. Anyway enjoy this. It's pure fluff. I'm gonna make a part 2 just for the hell of it 🤷

Pairings: Castiel x reader

Warnings: some light fighting

After a particularly gruesome hunt I decided it was time to turn in and throw myself in the shower. I threw my duffle bag down and started pulling the hair tie from my hair. 

"I call dibs on first shower," I snapped walking past Sam and Dean. 

"Oh come on (Y/N)! You always get the first shower," Sam grumbled like a child. 

"You can't fight me for it if you want," I replied standing at the bottom of the stairs. 

"No," Bobby called from the other room. "Last time you 2 idjits fought you put a hole in my wall." 

"Then it's settled," I smirked and turned on my heel to walk up the stairs as I heard Sam cuss under his breath. 

I set a towel and some clothes out and turned on the hot water. I got in the shower and let the water soothe my aching muscles. It felt nice. I quickly washed my hair and body before wrapping myself in a towel and turning the water off. I began to wipe the mirror when I saw Cass standing behind me. I jumped and pulled my towel tighter around my body. 

"Jesus Christ Cass," I snapped. "You can't pop up like that, especially when someone is naked." 

"You're not naked you're covered," he replied and I pressed my hand to my forehead. 

How could an angel be so stupid. 

"I don't have anything under the towel Cass," I muttered as my cheeks heated up. 

"Oh," he responded and looked down. 

"That means you need to leave," I responded 

"Why?" 

"Because privacy and boundaries." 

Cass turned to reply and I opened the door and threw him out. It was almost too hard. He was staring at me with puppy dog eyes. It was kind of cute truthfully I don't think he understood what it meant or really anything about humans. It was irritating sure but it wasn't near as bad as it was a few years ago. 

I slipped a tank top on and some sweatpants. I was not willing to leave for a case and I planned accordingly comfy pants, comfy shirt, comfy socks. Bobby had a TV in the living room and I was intending to make it mine to watch some movies. 

"Finally," Sam groaned as I walked down the stairs.

"Actually Sammy it's my turn," Dean said, patting his shoulder. 

"What no I said I was after (Y/N)," Sam shouted causing Bobby to walk in. 

"I know but I'm older so I get the next shower," Dean replied and Sam stood up. 

"You always take all the hot water," Sam grumbled and Bobby laughed. 

"Ain't that the truth," Bobby said, causing me to laugh. 

"Dean," I smiled. "Let Sam use the shower first for once." 

Dean glared at me but didn't respond. 

"Please," I smiled and he finally caved. 

"This is bullshit," Dean grunted and threw his bag on the floor a little too hard. 

"Thank you," I snapped and stocked off towards the kitchen. "Where's Cass?" 

"Went off to buy some girl flowers," Dean replied and my heart sank to my stomach. 

Cass was buying a girl flowers? She must be amazing. 

"Oh," I nodded and pulled some meat from the fridge. 

"Yep," Dean replied and sipped his beer, obviously still mad. 

"So am I cooking or is Sam," I asked and Dean glared at me. "Don't start that. We all need a shower and there's only 1. You can wait." 

"So could Sammy," Dean muttered under his breath and I flicked him in the forehead. 

"Answer my question," I snapped and crossed my arms. 

"Do I look like I want to eat bugs bunny's food?" Dean snapped and I rolled my eyes. 

"Guess it's me again," I said and started walking back to the kitchen when I heard the flap of wings. I turned around and saw Cass looking slightly pink and looking down holding some roses. 

Dean looked between the two of us and set his beer down harshly causing it to explode everywhere. 

"When you asked," Dean snapped. "I didn't realize you meant my sister!" 

"Who else would I ask?" Cass responded and turned his head at him. 

"Anyone but my sister," Dean snapped. 

"Dean shut it," I snapped. "What's going on?" 

Cass walked towards me and extended his hand holding the bouquet of roses. I looked down and then back up at him. Was he blushing? No he can't, he's an angel. I took the roses from his hand and he smiled. 

"Would you like to go on a date?" He paused and my mouth hung open. "Tonight, right now." 

"You couldn't ask when I actually had my hair done and weren't in sweats and a tank top?" I asked, staring at him still in shock. 

"Why?" He asked. "You look beautiful." 

I promptly closed my mouth and turned to put the flowers in a vase in the kitchen when I heard Dean's footsteps coming at me. 

"What're you going to say?" He hissed. 

"I'm saying yes," I snapped. "Seriously Dean you're blind if you didn't realize I'm crushing on Cass." 

"What's going on?" Sam asked as he ducked through the doorway. 

"Cass asked me on a date," I smiled. 

"That's great," Sam smiled. "When is it?" 

"When is it?" Dean mocked. "She hasn't given him an answer yet." 

"It's tonight," I replied. "I'm saying yes." 

"Dean-" Sam started but Dean cut him off. 

"Sam this is our sister," he said and Sam chuckled. 

"And Cas is our friend," Sam replied and I didn't stay to hear their bickering. It was bad enough normally without me being involved. 

"Let's go upstairs," I whispered and grabbed Cass's hand. "Just stay outside the door until I get dressed okay?" 

Cass nodded. 

"By the way," I whispered and bit my lip anxiously. "The answer is yes." 

Cass smiled excitedly. 

"Just let me get something nicer on," I said and kissed his cheek. 

"You look beautiful already," Cass responded and I blushed. 

"Nice try my sweet angel but I'm still changing," I smiled and walked into the room closing the door behind me. 

I danced excitedly around the room for a moment before turning to my closet. I was going on a date with Castiel a fucking angel and I couldn't be more excited. 

[igotathingforvampires]

Anon Ask | Caius Volturi x F!Witch Reader: Punishments

Canon Divergent Dora is true mated to Renata because I <3 Renata Fight Me

Reader is a Witch.

You are a human. Who managed because of a latent heritage of being a Witch to wander past Heidi into the Throne Room thinking it’s a tour.

You’re not stupid, you walk right in and get near the dais and look around and realize that this is not just a tour.

Sighing, you glance around and face palm. “Ahhhhhh Fuck My Life.”

The Kings of Volterra are eyeing you with amusement.

You sigh, and glare UP at the throne of a very, very gorgeous almost elfin, platinum haired King who’s GLARING back at you with a raised brow and a scowl.

“So ah do I get to pick who offs me?”

All vampires just PAUSE.

“Because okay, if I’m gonna die.” You point at Caius. “That one. You. You’ve got dibs Sir.”

Caius is Shooketh.

This little human has got some guts.

He hates humans. HATES humans.

So why when he snatches you up and you just look at him with those big eyes, and a small smile “just make it quick hm?”

You wait, eyes closed.

Caius pauses, growling and suddenly NOPE you’re picked up and ZOOM.

Aro: The fuck just happened?

You’re tucked away in his inner sanctuary of his rooms, sat down on a chair. “Sit RIGHT here human. If you move I shall be displeased, you won’t like what happens if you make me angry.”

“Uhhhhhh kay.”

Caius goes and feeds and after he sits amongst his brothers. “I’m keeping it.” He growls

Turns out he can keep you because you’re not human! YAY!

“So am I like a bunny.”

“Less than a Rabbit you’re human.” Caius would growl at you.

“Mmmkay.”

How things Go:

You are the chillest bitch to ever chill. Life has not been great, in fact it’s been a horror show, Aro of course sees this and he scolds Caius for treating you like a piece of furniture rather than a person.

Aro knows you’re just feeling Caius out, watching because there are moments— the very few moments— when he is oh so gentle.

You shiver, a blanket is flung at your face. “My luck you’d catch pneumonia.”

Your tummy rumbles, the chef brings a five star meal. “I don’t need you dying.”

You’re bored, suddenly you’re in front of the TV and given access to ALL the shows. “You’re being a pest.”

Aro also knows your temper is starting to appear the more Caius pushes you away.

Caius isn’t sure what to even do with you— he is FEELING things, things he’s never even felt with Dora. And Dora is berating him alongside Marcus for being an utter nitwit.

“Cai for all your brilliance for strategy you’re an idiot in romance.” Dora says.

He knows it’s true. He’s an asshole.

And angry.

All the time. But when you’re around he’s not angry anymore.

But at one point you’re still fidgeting with your hands. “What is the problem now.”

“Ah…well…” you fidget some more, “c-can I have some water colors?”

Caius freezes. “You paint?” He seems curious.

You nod. “I do digital art but I like canvas art too!” You show him your phone of photoshop collages, watercolor, digital paintings and such.

“You do this on a computer?” He tilts his head. He hates technology. So seeing that one can create art this way is astounding to him.

“Yeah I had to sell my iPad a while ago so sadly I can’t do much right now but if I have some water colors that would be a good start!” You bounce on your feet.

You have the a massive iMac, a Wacom Cintiq 24”, an entire selection of Derwent colors and crazy amounts of canvases and anything else you might need that an artist can think of.

Caius is utterly stunned when you tackle him and kiss his cheek thanking him.

His heart explodes into confetti.

Art is how Caius communicates his gentler side. His art is beautiful, evoking deep emotions, and his hand is gentle and fluid enough in motion to capture even the most minute details.

You both grow exceptionally close, till Marcus one day pulls him aside to inform him of the Mate Bond that is between you two.

The Kiss:

You’re modeling for Caius, it’s a random request and you feel utterly embarrassed dressed in flowing robes and sprawled on a chaise lounge half hanging off, your hair spilling onto the marble floor.

You can’t quite help but notice how his gaze is pitch black and devouring you.

“M-Master Caius?”

“Caius.” He grumbles.

“Huh?”

“I think it’s about time you can call me Caius y/n.”

He can hear your heart thump an erratic beat as magic swirls in your eyes. It’s slowly been coming back to you, being cared for, like a plant long neglected, your magic has begun to grow under the tender albeit aloof care of the vampire King you’re so utterly in love with.

But you know it’s silly, there’s no way it’d work—

He’s suddenly next to you, hovering nose to nose, pulling you towards him, “you consume me.”

It’s the last thing he says for a long while as you both end up staying on that lounge for a— ahem lengthy amount of time.

Punishments:

Caius is a sadist.

But he’s a loving sadist.

He has so many kinks he doesn’t know what to do with them. And luckily for him— surprise surprise you’re kinky too.

But you tend to be mouthy. And Caius does not like when he is disobeyed. “Be a good pet and go sit.”

“But—“

“1.”

When Aro counts it’s for orgasms.

When Caius counts it’s for paddling or the crop.

Or it’s for forced orgasms and overstimulation.

The dynamic between you is quite lovely, boundaries are discussed whenever needed, although Caius can come across as gruff and uncaring, at one point during punishment play you had said your safe word rather quickly, and everything stopped. Oils, bath, rub down, talks, blankets, snuggles, and so many kisses to the forehead. “Bunny, oh my little bunny what happened?”

As someone who does not cry.

Ever.

Aro has attested to this.

It astounds Caius that you’d trust him enough to do so.

He realizes that he’s earned a trust that has not been earned by anyone in a long long time, knowing that feeling, he would never break it by overdoing things or going past your boundaries.

Punishments are talked out. Explained. Rules are fairly discussed and you ALWAYS have a say in vetoing or staying off for another day.

If it’s a topic that has yet to be discussed it is tabled, and discussed for what an appropriate response should be.

Punishments include:

Caning

Paddle

Crop (your favorite)

Being suspended and teased.

Leashed. Yes he will have you walk behind him with a leash and collar. And yes he will sit in the Library with you on a leash and your head in his lap. “Good Bunny.”

You are a very good bunny.

Caius has only had only lost his temper with you once. And never will again.

It was due to negligence on your part, you had disobeyed him when it was imperative for you to listen, not aware of the danger of a local coven’s very out of control member. “But Cai why—“

They had heard your blood sing to them.

Caius had torn the individual to pieces in a fit of utter rage before turning on you with a shout, “I told you NEVER to disobey me.” he roared at you, the energy coming off him practically feral as his eyes were murderous.

Seeing you shrink back; the fear in your gaze at him almost broke his heart when the dread kicked in as to what he had done. He had frightened you.

He was supposed to be your comfort and safety.

of course you wouldn't understand vampire's ways of doing things.

or what a singer was...you were a witch...

But before he could even think to reach for you...

You had fled.

Hidden away in Dora’s rooms you tucked yourself away in her bathroom in the tub with a blanket curled up and wept.

Dora and Sulpricia beat the shit out of Caius.

He had sat outside the door pleading with you for hours.

He knew he had utterly fucked up.

He had a horrid temper, he knew it, and the idea of you being drained dry right in front of him had been far too much for him to think of. “Y/n please talk to me. I'm so sorry please forgive me.”

You had unlocked the door with magic…. And he had merely crawled into the tub with you, curled around you underneath the blanket and held you while you cried into him and smacked at his chest. “Don’t do that ever again!!!”

“I know, I know bunny I know. Never again. I'm a bastard I know.”

You calmed down and glared at him.

“Would you like to delve out a punishment?”

You blinked, confused and then realized what he was offering.

“Yes.”

And that is how you ended up quite happy with your vampire begrudgingly, and amused sitting at your feet in your shared rooms with GOOD BOY on a thick leather collar.

Turns out Caius likes being punished too.

“Also a masochist hm?” You laugh at him and grip him by his hair.

“So it seems.” He muses kissing your knee and nudging your legs apart. “But the reward is worth it isn’t it bunny?”