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guardian ren

ok so i May have started writing a bit for guardian!ren and then it kind of got away with me (also some cat!grian towards the end, and a bit of avian!mumbo because i can't help myself). so. please enjoy and there Will Be More :]

There’s a reason why Ren wears sunglasses, and there’s a reason why he’s the king. The two aren’t mutually exclusive. 

“Are- do you like them, sire?” Bdubs asks as Ren turns the diamond sunglasses over in his hands, the stone cool against his skin. With the blue tint they’ll provide, it’ll almost be like he’s back again, in amongst the stone and faint light and almost-perfect silence. He holds the glasses up to his own eyes, stares into the lenses. They weigh less than he thought they might, but- no, wait, there’s the telltale purple enchantment shimmer. His current glasses - tinted black, for when he first emerged and the sun made his eyes ache - are heavy on the bridge of his nose, almost always slipping down just the tiniest amount. Not like they really have anything to rest on beyond his face.

(Where Ren’s ears should be is only a mass of hair, sticking upwards like the ears of a dog. It’s a good thing no-one’s ever tried to pet him like one; he isn’t certain they’ll like what they feel there).

Ren shakes himself, shoots a grin at Bdubs. Of course he noticed that his glasses were slipping, so he enchanted them to make them lighter. Feather-falling isn’t just good for boots, apparently.

“Absolutely, my dude! It’s super thoughtful of you. Thanks!”

Bdubs looks at Ren, unmoving. Ren looks at Bdubs, also unmoving. 

“Um, are you- are you going to put them on, sire?” he asks tentatively, and internally Ren curses.

“Oh! Oh, yeah, sure thing but- ah-” he stammers, searching for an excuse, something-

“I should put them on alone first,” he finishes lamely. “Ceremonial, right? All my subjects witnessing me in my new gear at the same time?”

Bdubs’ face falls and Ren wishes that he could tell him the truth - take off his glasses, take off the crown, fall before him and take his hands and tell him I’m sorry, it isn’t you, I’m just trying to protect you but he doesn’t. Bdubs bows deeply and leaves the throne room, shutting the door behind him, and Ren buries his face in his hands and sighs. 

The climb to the beacon is more difficult than he remembers. Then again, he still isn’t used to the diamond-encrusted robe and the weight of the crown on his head, but even so, when he reaches it he has to pause for a moment, survey the lands.

Under his kingship, the server is cleaning up. The redistribution of diamonds is working well, and it seems folks aren’t just completing his quests, but enjoying them too. Of course, there’s talk of a rebellion on the horizon, but frankly if there wasn’t talk of one, he’d start getting worried. They’re happy. More than that, they’re safe. 

That’s the duty of a king, isn’t it? Courage in battle, making strategic plans, governing frugally and governing generously, all of that stems from one simple goal: keep your people safe. 

A king is a warrior, a strategist, a friend, a protector of his people.

Ren tilts his head up, the beacon’s beam thrumming deeply next to him, shooting a bright beam of pure white into the heavens. He closes his eyes, and with one shaking hand (the other clutched so tightly to his new glasses that he’s thankful they’re made of diamond) he removes his old sunglasses.

A king is just a guardian by a different name. 

Ren opens his eyes.

“Grian,” Mumbo calls distantly. “Did- did you see that?”

With a herculean effort, Grian forces himself to stop batting at the hanging vines dangling from his bridge and latches onto them instead, clawing his way up to where Mumbo stands. His brow is furrowed slightly, and his wings (dusty grey-black, fading to red at the tips) are fluffed up the smallest amount. Grian’s ear twitches, but he manages to ignore the instinct for now. He can sneak-attack Mumbo later. 

“See what?” he asks nonchalantly.

“That,” Mumbo points, nodding towards Ren’s castle. “The beacon. For a second- I don’t know. I might’ve been seeing things.”

“No, you can’t just leave me with that! What did you see?” Grian pesters, tail flicking from side to side. 

“I’m really not sure,” Mumbo replies. “But it looked like- like, for just a second, there was a second beacon beam.”

“Huh,” says Grian. “Weird.”

And then he sneak-attacks Mumbo, of course. 

[surplus-of-sarcasm]

Burning Up

TW: Delirium, fever (symptoms described), mentioned pills (medicine, I swear)

What is this? It's the fluff snippet I promised my lovely nemesis @hufflepuffwritingstuff2 , and I really hope you enjoy this < 3 < 3

"Are you alright?"

The words seemed to snap the heroine abruptly out the void of her own muddled up thoughts, feeling as though her head were stuffed with cotton, everything an incoherent blur.

"Yes," she still answered back anyway, a trained response, one that stopped people from prying any further, from looking disappointed. It was the answer they really wanted to hear, even if it really disproved the question's validity.

Except the villain didn't smile, and he didn't leave the way he was supposed to. His brows were furrowed, and his arms were folded across his chest, and even though the hero didn't say anything, she just knew she didn't enjoy the sight.

She'd always hated it when he frowned, when he wasn't smiling, or wasn't even wearing the cocky smirk he always brought to their fights. She couldn’t tell what exactly in her response had warranted such a reaction from the criminal, but the guilt twisting knots at the pit of her stomach was very palpable.

As she stepped closer to him, pulling her rigid, aching muscles into a fighting stance; anything to distract him, the attempt hindered by her sluggish movements, all she'd managed to do was stumble towards him, losing her balance humiliatingly fast. It was only her luck that the villain's reflexes were still as razor-sharp as always, rapidly pulling her into his arms and steadying her with his weight.

And he was warm, and blissfully so, his grip firm but never unkind. As fervently as the crime-fighter wanted to lie down, the villain's embrace was comfortable, comfortable to the point that her train of thoughts, broken and destined to crash seemed to steady a bit, the world losing its edge of murkiness for just a moment.

Carefully, the villain pulled away and pressed his hand to her forehead, immediately retracting it away as if he'd been burnt. The guilt resurfaced again, an old, unwelcome demon resurrected, even more so as his frown deepened.

He let out a soft curse. "What were you thinking? Trying to fight when you're like this? You're burning up!" he interjected, his eyes wide, and a note of concern in his voice mixed in with the annoyance.

Except all her mind chose to focus on was the villain's choice of words to describe her state. 'Burning up', as he'd called it, didn't seem too far-fetched from the fire in her head, practically sizzling across her flushed skin, bile rising at the back of her irritated throat, her sore muscles burning with the pain, every movement agonising. Even if she couldn't see that she was burning, literally burning, it felt exactly as though she was.

"You're coming home with me, right now. Whatever ludicrous reason you might have for pulling this bloody stunt, I don't want to hear it," he stated, blunt as always, lifting the hero into a bridal carry almost as though it was second nature to him.

And in the midst of her delirious state, the hero hadn't memorised the route he'd taken home in his car, or how he'd accessed his lair, probably not being able to tell it was a lair as he carried her up into his actual residence. In a different state, the heroine's uncanny attention to detail would have engraved it all into her memory. She only registered the arms that were around her, and the pain that racked her body; her mind becoming too primitive to notice much beyond what she could physically feel.

Soon enough, she found herself being laid down on silk sheets. a thick blanket being drawn over her, and he took her temperature and he swore again, letting out a tired sigh. And just when the villain was about to leave the room. . ."D-don't g. . .go," she slurred, her fingers gripping onto his sleeve as firmly as she could manage.

"I'll just get a couple things for your fever. Won't take me long, I promise." Something in the villain's demeanour shifted, his gaze softening for a mere moment, except he doubted the heroine would take note of it.

There was no doubt about the fact that she would realise she wasn't holding onto his sleeve anymore as he left.

He came back with a cold compress, a glass of water and a bottle of pills, sitting himself at the edge of the bed. Carefully, with a gentleness she'd never known the villain to be capable of, he placed the compress on her forehead, the coolness heavenly against her burning, sweat-slick skin. "Okay, I just need you to sit up and swallow these," he said, and he knew full-well that if she was in a better state she wouldn't have taken the medication so willingly, ergo, she wouldn't have trusted him so willingly. He couldn't help it as a pang of guilt seemed to crawl across his skin, but he shook it off anyway, focusing his attention on steadying the heroine's shaking hands and making sure she swallowed those pills.

He realised he hated seeing the hero, his supposed nemesis, struggling to lift her head up and put it back down, every movement clearly agony for her. He'd imagined he'd revel in her weakness, but right now, nothing of the sort had happened.

The villain had found a washcloth in one of the drawers, using some of the remaining water in the glass to wet it and wipe the sweat off her face and neck, his fingers carding through her hair absently as he pushed himself inwards onto the bed, letting Hero huddle into his form for warmth.

"Y-you're. . .gorgeous," she rasped out, staring into the villain's eyes, taking in the features of his face, his figure, all of him, even in this clouded state.

"What?" he blurted out, completely taken aback, but still continuing to stroke through the heroine's hair.

"Haven't you seen yourself?" she questioned incredulously, as though it was the most obvious thing in existence.

The villain smirked in response, "Well, I guess I'm not narcissistic enough for your point to stick."

"Villain I. . .I'm in love with you," the hero admitted, and he'd never heard her voice so laden with conviction before, not when she'd promised to defeat him, and not any other time ever, her eyes locking with his own, her gaze unrelenting.

Sure, it still irked the villain that when the heroine had confessed her love to him, she'd been delirious, and that her strong emotion could possibly be a result of the aforementioned delirium, but that didn't mean these words held no weight or that the way the hero had regarded him - was still regarding him, had no effect on him.

So for once in his life, the villain sucked in a sharp breath and decided to risk it. "I'm in love with you too," he stage-whispered, carefully shifting the hero so that she was lying down on his lap and kissing her forehead gently.

Some locks are easy to pick, others not so much. That does not mean opening them is impossible, just that it may take a little longer to find the key. Most people aren't aware of what they are capable of feeling, of doing when their heart starts to beat for someone else. But they can never find out unless they have the courage to face the daunting possibility of taking the chance offered to them because love doesn't knock on the door; it walks in announced, and you get to choose what to do about it.

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[ghost-whump]

Hello hello!! <3 When you have the opportunity, and if this prompt sparks inspiration, could you write a scenario or a scene in which the whumpee is afraid of their friends/caretakers and is actively trying to escape, meanwhile the caretakers are genuinely trying to help their friend but they're making it really hard by not cooperating? Cause of said fear could be due to brainwashing, trauma, or general confusion...? Or perhaps the whumpee is a dangerous individual and the sadistic whumper had deliberately set them up to be found by the caretakers, knowing that they would trigger whumpee into harming/eliminating them?

...that's way, way too specific, isn't it?

oh sweet anon you have activated one of my favorite tropes of all time. unfortunately i’m not too happy with this one (probably from just not having a clear idea for what i wanted) but i still would like to post it! i hope you enjoy anyway <3

You’re Not Real

CW: hospital setting (though not particularly hospital whump), in-recovery, restraints, implied past drugging, delirious whumpee, self inflicted injuries, Let me know if I’m missing anything!

“Whumpee!”

Caretaker rose from their chair, where they’d stationed themselves next to Whumpee’s bed. For the last seven hours — since Whumpee had been mysteriously returned by some mysterious captor, battered and delirious — the terrified patient had not stopped fighting.

The hospital staff had at first tried to restrain them to the bed. That only agitated Whumpee further, giving way to a bout of trying to bite and plead and struggle harder, hard enough to cause the bruises on their wrists to worsen.

Now, after somehow managing to escape their padded restraints, Whumpee scrambled off the bed. Their IV and breathing tube fell to the floor before Caretaker could even fully stand.

“Whumpee,” They approached slowly, hands in the air, “Calm down, please? I won’t hurt you, it’s okay.”

Whumpee furiously shook their head, scrambling backwards. Teeth bared like an animal, Whumpee pressed their back into the farthest corner they could get.

Caretaker momentarily considered calling a nurse into the room, but eventually decided against it. Officials would only panic Whumpee more. Another step forward. Caretaker spoke, “See? I’m not going to hurt you. I’m your friend, Whumpee. It’s Caretaker.”

“No!” Whumpee shouted. They gripped their hair and tugged, staring up with wild, crazed eyes. “No! Go away!”

“Whumpee-”

“Go away! You’re—You’re not real! Go away!” They continued to shout, surprising not alerting hospital staff outside the room. “P-Please! I don’t want to see Caretaker! I don’t, I don’t, I don’t!”

“…You- You don’t?” Caretaker started to lower their hands. Whumpee said they weren’t real.

Whumpee pounded on their temples with the palms of their hands. “Get out of my head! Stop—Stop making me see- Get out, get out, getoutgetoutgetout!” Furiously, Whumpee babbled incoherent nonsense. But only when they started bashing their head on the wall behind them did Caretaker finally come to.

They began bashing the button to call nurses to the room, a few flooding in almost instantly. The staff quickly and efficiently restrained Whumpee once again, preventing them from hurting themselves further.

Once the ordeal was over, and Whumpee passed out from exhaustion, the weight of what had happened finally hit Caretaker. They grabbed onto the remaining nurse’s sleeve, looking up at them, furrowed.

Cautiously, “Has Whumpee been… drug tested?”

The nurse nodded, “Yes. The toxicology report was clear. They could have been drugged in the past, but nothing is in their system now.” She explained, then paused with a skeptical look, “Why?”

“It’s—It’s just… Earlier, when they were fighting, they said I wasn’t real. They were begging someone to get out of their head, like—like they thought they were hallucinating or something.”

Nodding slowly once again, the nurse looked back at their clipboard, then up at Whumpee’s sleeping form. “I’ll see what I can do.” A determined look fell over her face, “If they wake up again, call us in right away.”

Then, without another word, the nurse was gone.

Caretaker fell back into the chair. God, Whumpee, what have you gotten yourself into?

thank you for reading, even if it’s not my best work! there may be more errors than usual, since this was written very quickly.

if anyone’s interested, i’d very much like to keep exploring this topic!!

General Tag: @morning-star-whump

[belethlegwen]

Hello! First of all, I just want to say to both of you guys (Potato and Katrina) that I love you both so much. You're wonderful, and I adore seeing y'all in my notifs or crossing my dash in some way or another. It means the literal world to me to think I've made an impact at all on people like you and your words are so wildly sweet that when I read them early this morning I wanted to cry. For real. Katrina, thank you so much. I know we don't interact directly often, but god you make me so happy. I DO want to apologize for not having been able to sit down and really be able to crack back into Faerie Spell in the ways I want to for that narrative and for Daphne (I find I need to like, strongly rewire my brain in order to do 1st Person Perspective, but that's a long winding thing and I won't detail it here) but just know that I AM still hoping to get that drive again once I'm done like, losing my house and everything else going on in my life right now haha, to continue that story. If you ever wanted to talk about it, I would LOVE to, if that might be something you would be interested in while I can't free the time and energy and focus right now to actually write it <3 Potato, my man, you do so much to help keep me going I can't even explain it hahaha <3 I still think about how you reached out because you noticed the post dates went by and I hadn't had the mental capacity (and was still actively in the shitstorm) to update, and it was very very nice to know that people cared. Thank you, again, from the bottom of my heart for liking what I've written and put out there, for wanting more, but somehow through it all caring about me as a person as well. That means a lot. This is all to say that if I only ever got two notes on anything I ever did, if it was from you guys? It would still be more than enough for me. Below the cut are some of my personal, rambling, potentially incoherent thoughts on the original subject of the post, but I felt it was important to tell you guys straight-out that I love you and want the best for you both in your lives, strangers we may be in this weird internet. I hope something happens today that makes you smile or lets you take a moment to breathe and enjoy the world around you <3

Below: Writing, Art and Engagement

Opinions From a Weird Canadian

All of this conversation, despite not necessarily being new (I've been seeing discussions or mentions of this since I joined back in summer of 2021), has made me realize especially as of late that I have also fallen prey to 'engaging' with art more than writing, and I'm going to be putting in more effort to avoid that. My personal, reflective realizations about this have come down to these:

I've fallen into the trap of 'if I reblog it, it means I endorse it and am recommending it to my followers', and also my own personal nature (which is highly probably autistic in some variety) of 'I need to experience this in a way I deem 'full' before I can believe I 'endorse it'. Which is ridiculous. It DOES take me less time to look at a picture and go "ah, yes, the followers and mutuals will likely enjoy this" than it does to read a new chapter/short story while I'm scrolling in my few minutes at work and come to the same conclusion, BUT, it's stopping me from sharing things that I now realize I should be sharing anyway. Even if I haven't been reading them because I don't have the focus, energy or time right now with everything going on, I know that @not-a-space-alien's works are good! I support them!! Even if I'm not reading them right now!! I love @entomolog-t's Bite Me story to bits, I know that she's a fantastic writer, so even if I haven't read INSTAR or any others, I should still be reblogging them.

I think, in my case, I got too in my head about sharing things that maybe even I wouldn't 100% enjoy personally? But unless it's going to be something that gives me intense ick (a personal thing that I don't want to impress on other people who enjoy the thing) or that I personally feel conflicted about (again, personal reasons why I wouldn't want to share it) then I'm going to be making the effort to share writing even if it's not something I have yet read, for whatever reasons I have for that.

I mean, this is my One and Only Blog (kinda? I have abandoned my 'hey friends who know the irl me, my twitter has moved *here*' tumblr blog, oops) so it is also a personal one. There's a lot of things I like, a lot of things that aren't specifically G/t, and a lot of things I'll toss in my queue. I'll reblog a lot of what I see if I like it enough to want to share. Not particularly G/t. So I also apologize to people who follow me specifically for G/t things and see me reposting random art or fashion, or just Posts I Think Are Neat And Rad.

As for how I feel about my own engagement levels or what have you: I am not an artist. I love art, I appreciate art, but I'm a writer. For me, personally, I am not a person who cares about notes or reach unless I'm worried that the person/people I want to see something haven't seen it and it might get lost. I live on a funky li'l rock with it's own half-hour timezone and so I'm posting shit outside of a lot of followers/mutuals Hours Of Operation on this site all the time. Other than that... I mean, I get more than enough engagement on my things to feel appreciated, especially when I get comments like the ones above ;-; These are stories I started writing for me. I decided to share them because the few that I had stuck my nose into and started to read on AO3/DeviantArt/abandoned forums/etc were my real gateway into letting myself write for me, and I thought 'if there's one person out there who can find my stuff and in that moment they need this itch scratched for whatever reason, they find something like mine that helps cater to their needs a bit more than just having to do it all themselves, it'll be worth it'. I never expected to see or hear anyone say anything about it. Especially with Small Date, I expected people to maybe read it but never engage because that was my first piece under my new life motto and it was rough and it was raw and it was something that I battled a lot of personal shame about when posting because of how blatant it was and how exposed it left me feeling to even like... think about. People in the G/t community have expressed before that, like me, sometimes this fascination, interest or even kink can cause them to feel weirdly ashamed, and I empathize with that. I'm fine with someone reading through my things and not wanting to leave a trail of any kind back to a personal part of them they might not want to share with those around them.

That said, my own ambivalence toward engagement is personal. Other people love to see their work be recognized, and love to put more into their work specifically to help bring visible, tangible enjoyment to others. That's fantastic, I love that.

In short, I'll be doing my best to help make sure that people get that in the future. I might not be able to leave tags (a lot of time I'm browsing on my phone between clients at work and don't have time to start mobile-typing tags before reblogging), but I will be sharing things that might be of interest to people who follow me, even if I can't make the time to read them myself yet.

Sorry for how long this got, but: I love you all, take care of yourselves, you deserve nice things <3

~ Belle

An opinion about g/t media and the consumers.

Never thought fast-consumed media (pictures and drawings) will become most of what the g/t community is based on now. Back in the day you could read and sometimes you would see decent art here and there. Now? If you do not draw you don't get any notes. No one seems to care enough about your writing if you don't create art for it, of it or before it. I'm taking this off of mainly @entomolog-t 's posts as of right now (sorry for the tag, I do not mean to bother you with my meaningless rambling). But. I see their posts about their characters at least a hundred times a day; the art. ALWAYS the art. I started reading the actual stories and I was confused why those posts didn't have as many notes; simply, people care about the characters enough to like the g/t art made about them, but not enough to actually sit down and read about them. Most g/t writers are swept under the rug, even if their stories are incredibly, because they do not have art that includes g/t in it. And that says a lot to me. I value the artist, you can see how much time and effort goes into the art. But. Where is the value to the writers? Those that sit down and put in so much effort to please the people that love their character, only to be let down by only getting the half amount, if that, of the notes they, or artists receive on art. It makes me feel weird. Kinda makes the effort meaningless if you see posts about scribbles, G/T SCRIBBLES, get hundreds of notes, but amazing writing about 40 notes.

As someone who loves to write and put myself out there, it sucks the hope out of me, knowing because I can't draw, I'll never be recognized. And before you think 'oooh someone's jealous', no. Just simply, frustrated. Frustrated at how media works.

Now, I do not need to be flooded with hate comments, but I would love to hear other's opinion about this.

[lxvebun]

blushy hearts

request: "bun I beg more soft ayato"

buns notes: I forgot I had this in my drafts. So the sukuna fic will come later lolThis was pretty short but I hope you all enjoy it anyway! I probably will make more versions for this

content: Ayato x gender neutral reader. Fluff! Kissing...I think that's it lol. English is not my first language so I'm sorry for any mistakes! Not entirely proofread.

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He’s elegant, calm, and composed, that’s how everyone knows Ayato to be, other than also being a slight trouble maker. Once he enters a room the atmosphere completely shifts. It has made people stumble over their words and avoid his gaze everytime. Though he doesn't hate the effect he has on people, it was not necessarily something he could completely understand. How a person could go from being calm one second and then suddenly forgetting how to speak the next was something unfamiliar to him. Ayato has always been a great speaker, knowing exactly what to say at the right time and to the right person to elicit information from them, or get them to do what he wants, but when it comes to you, he isn't that great. As much as he tries to keep his calm around you, you make it difficult. That was shown during the first interaction between you two in which he became completely moonstruck and stumbled over his words while just trying to introduce himself to you. He cringes every time that memory pops up. He turned into a completely flushed and incoherent being in front of you, and yet all you did was flash him the most beautiful smile he’s ever seen, which did not help with the blush spreading over his cheeks at all, and introduce yourself back to him, saying you can’t wait to get to know him more. Maybe he shouldn't dislike that memory so much. After all it's about the first time he met you, the love of his life!

Despite him being so busy most of the time, you did quickly get to know him more! though that may also be because he may or may not have changed the route of his strolls to walk by the places you occupy the most, and Ayaka who is thoroughly amused by seeing her brother behave like this, inviting and bringing you over to the Kamisato estate or tea house. Yours and Ayato’s relationship quickly blossomed into something more than just a friendship and it wasn’t too long before he officially asked you to be his partner. after practicing the whole confession with Thoma for a week straight of course. He wasn't prepared for your response to his confession. He expected you would just say yes or maybe give him a hug. He didn't expect for you to gently pull him closer to you and give him a soft, sweet kiss right on the corner of his lips....Yeah, he had to take a little breather to control the butterflies in his tummy and the fluttering of his heart after that one. His comfort levels do increase throughout your relationship, and he is now actually able to kiss and tease you back, but the blush on his cheeks never goes away

Thank you for reading bunnies!<3

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[god1ngs]

━‎ tape recorder; 00

synopsis; wilbur turns on the camera and, while his family is out, decides to begin the story

contains; awkward wilbur, one(1) mention of sexual assault (hand on readers ass), swearing, unedited

word count; 1k

note; so glad to start this !! :)) hope you enjoy <3

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   scraping against the wooden floor was the first thing to hear along with incoherent muttering. the camera shifted, and then shifted again, to reveal wilbur soot. he sat on a red cover, the brunette clearing his throat as he took his hands away from the camera.

   "uh, so," he started. "i'm wilbur. wilbur soot. and this is the start of the recordings of me trying to date my best friend, who i've known practically since birth. they're ... god, how do i even explain someone so perfect?" he paused, a smile spreading across his face, before he realized how lovesick he sounded.

   he ran a hand over his face, groaning. "i am down so bad." he paused, sighing before he gave the camera a small chuckle. "but maybe because it's them, it's okay. but anyways, back to them. [name] is ... wonderful. they're just ... i don't even know how to describe it without sounding like an idiot in love."

   his knee bounced rapidly as he looked for the right words, chuckling once more. "i sound so awkward and weird, but i swear, if you met them, it'd be like meeting an angel. and i usually mess with them, just because their reactions are cute, but i'll tell them one day how much they mean to me. one day."

   wilbur clapped and, with a grin, looked straight at the camera. "but that's why you're here! because maybe this will help me work up the courage to ask them out, like a diary or something. techno has a diary, but it's pretty lame. but - but anyways! if i'm gonna talk to you like this, then you should know the whole story."

   he leaned back on his hands, staring up at the ceiling before looking back at the camera. "so, i met them when i was little. i don't remember meeting them, since i was like two, but dad says we got along really well. like, we were attached to the hip by three. i think dad and their dad are still friends ... but besides that, yeah. that's how we met.

   "it's not the most grand story, but it's us. and i like us," he grinned. "but i think i started like them, as far back as i can remember, when i was six or seven. we were having a playdate, over at my house or theirs i can't rmemeber, but we were playing with something; dolls or dinosaurs, i can't remember.

   "and then we - we were just playing, when they picked up a flower. or it was a weed, now that i look back on it, but it's the thought that counts. but they handed me the flower, weed or whatever, and asked if we could get married when we got older. and, of course, i took the flower and said yes. it's no wonder why i remember that day so clearly."

   wilbur sat in thought for a moment, sighing as he stared up at the ceiling. he shifted to lay back on his elbows, humming. "one of the most memorable moments was last year, back in our junior year. we were fighting about something, i'll always remember how upset they looked when i was being a dick, but i can't remember what.

   "and at this party, we had both went but had stayed away from each other, this guy was being a douchebag to [name]. like, wouldn't leave them alone and kept making sexual comments. and, when i had heard about it, i was pissed. like, man, i was seeing red. i just got so mad, and when i saw the guy with his hand on [name]'s ass, i got even more pissed.

   "like, i ran up to them and just punched the guy square in his jaw. i think i broke it. no one ever went to the cops, probably out of fear, but it was really fortunate for me. [name] had brought me outside and was scolding me for punching that asshole while i was just trying to calm down. and then they just ... hugged me."

   wilbur ran a hand through his hair, getting somewhat agitated just thinking about that night again. "sorry, that guy really pissed me off. but they just hugged me, and i think we hugged for maybe like ten minutes. i wasn't mad anymore when we let go, and they weren't mad at me either. it was one of those nights where i was so lucky to have them."

   he smiled, clapping his hands once more. "and everyday they prove that i'm so lucky to have them. and i love them more and more everyday. i just hope they share the same feelings for me." he laughed, scratching the back of his neck. "or else this will just be something tommy and techno will use to tease me when he's older."

   he shook his head at his siblings, a small smile on his face. wilbur smiled, and with another sigh, he ran his hands through his hair. "maybe i'm being crazy, but this could be something to show [name] when we're older. whether we're dating or not."

   silence filled the room, the camera going in and out of focus for a moment. wilbur stared at something that laid at the back of his bed, a canvas. it was a drawing of two stick figures, one with messy brown hair and the other with [color] hair. the one with [color] hair held a flower, smiling as it handed it to the messy haired one.

   "[name] drew that when we were kids," he commented, a fond smile stretching across his face as he admired the drawing. "it sounds weird, but i've kept it ever since she gave it to me. maybe since we were eight or nine. weird how two stick figures can hold so much meaning to me."

   wilbur looked back towards the camera and, with a lazy smile, spoke. "well, that's it. the beginning of how i'm going to get [name] to be my partner, despite how cheesy it sounds. i have to end this now or else tommy will come in and ask what i'm doing. bloody kid."

   the brunette got up from his bed, waving at the camera as he stopped the recording and turned it off. he tucked it into his desk, sighing. "let's see how this will work out," he muttered, leaning back in his chair. the front door opened and wilbur chuckled.

   "just on time."

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[allthatyoulove]

Butterflies and Flowers

Fred Weasley / Reader

Summary: You help a very drunk Fred Weasley to bed.

Includes: underage drinking/smoking, fluff,  suggestive/sexual situations (nothing explicit)

Words: 2.1k

A/N: This was a one shot I wrote that was requested by one of my friends :) Will probably do another one like this in the future, I really enjoyed writing it! Hope you enjoy the story! Feel free to leave any feedback and please let me know of any warnings or errors I missed! Thanks for stopping by :)

(Also: In my version of this story, the boys and girls dorms are still separated, but each person has their own room)

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It was 3 am.

On a school night.

Everyone else had left the gryffindor common room, with our group being left with all of the confetti, plastic cups, and streamers on the floor.

The music continued to play in the back with the group around the room. Hermione and Ginny were dancing in the middle of the room, with Ron sitting on the couch and dancing along with them from there, struggling to keep his eyes open. Harry was filling up his drink again before I spotted him and stole it from him, telling him he was cut off. He drunkenly smiled at me, before he stumbled over to Ginny and started to dance with her. He always complains the next day about a hangover, so I figured I’d help him out. Especially considering it’s a Thursday.

Fred and George were in the corner, smoking. Fred was already drunk out of his mind, so I giggled upon seeing him staring at a spot on the floor. George was moving his head to the music and singing along. The party had died down a couple hours ago, but our group always liked to stay a couple more hours by ourselves.

I had a few drinks earlier with everyone, but I stopped after my 5th shot. Fred… kept going. I decided I’d save the blackouts for the weekend.

I started to walk over to Fred, him raising his head to look up at me as I was halfway. He smiled at me, opening his arms as wide as they could go. I smiled back at him, laughing at how adorable he looked.

“Having a good time, Freddie?” I said, plopping myself on the couch between him and George and setting the cup on the table. I rested my hand on his knee as he wrapped his arms around me in a side hug, pulling me into him. I brought my other hand to rest on his arm that was around me, smiling to myself.

“The best.” He whispered in my ear, putting his head against mine. Butterflies stirred in my stomach, my body heating up.

Hermione came up to us with Ron behind her, both of them red in the face.

“W’re g’nna head off. See you guys t’morrow!” She said, waving to everyone before going up the stairs to the rooms. Everyone giggled to themselves before Harry came up to us as well.

“Right, well, Ginny and I are going also. See ya” He said, taking her hand and heading up after Hermione and Ron. Ginny giggled the entire way up, trying to push Harry up the stairs.

George was the first to speak up. “Do you think they know where the girls' dormitories are?”

Fred and I laughed, choosing to not reply and let him come to a conclusion himself. A couple seconds passed before he spoke again.

“Ohhh…… ew” he faked a full body shiver before he stood up, brushing himself off and looking around to make sure he didn’t forget anything.

“I’m going to see if Angelina needs to be tucked in, you kids be safe”

I blushed and laughed, slapping his arm as he walked by. He winked at me and left, leaving Fred and I alone.

He was still resting his head on mine, with his arms around mine. The music had been turned down, which I just came to realize.

I tapped his arm that was wrapped around me, moving to get up as he let out a groan next to me and mumbled something incoherent.

“C’mon Freddie, let’s get you to bed”

He smiled up at me as I stood, his hands holding onto mine as his smile turned into a smirk.

“Try’na get me to bed, are ya?”

I laughed and blushed, pulling his arms to help him get up.

“Yes Fred, I’ve just been dying to get you to bed. Now let’s go” I said in a monotone voice.

He gave a short laugh, standing up and wrapping his arms around my neck, looking down at me. We were standing between the table and the couch, extremely close.

“Hi” he whispered to me, touching my cheek with his knuckle lightly.

“Hi” I whispered back, giving him a short smile before clearing my throat and looking down. “Can you walk?” I asked him, trying to ignore the tension between us.

I didn’t want our first kiss to be while he’s plastered, I wanted it to be something he’d be able to remember. And something he’d be aware he’s doing.

“Can walk just fine.”

I could feel him staring down at me, so I chose to instead focus on wrapping my arms around his hips and helping him anyway because I knew he was lying about being able to walk.

He let out a low chuckle and kept his arm around my shoulder as I picked up the drink I set down earlier and chugged the rest of it, throwing it near a pile of other cups.

“Woah... maybe I should be the one walking you to your room, love” He said, placing a kiss on the crown of my head. He waited a beat before talking again, “Actually, that sounds like a great idea. Can we go over to your dorm instead?”

The butterflies in my stomach came back full force, warming my face and filling my brain with the thought of Fred in my dorm room.

“What’s wrong with your dorm? Wouldn’t want to miss George sneaking in at 5 am, would you?”

“Ther’s  like.... 4 horny teenagers over there. I don’t feel like trying to sleep in the room next to them”

I laughed lightly, tightening my hold on his waist and beginning to walk towards the stairs.

To the girls dormitories.

“Yay” He said, wiggling his hips a little bit and smiling. I laughed at him, guiding him up to the first step of the spiral staircase. He held onto the railing and stumbled a bit, but had surprisingly good balance for the amount that he drank.

He reached the top of the staircase and walked down the hallway to my exact room, throwing me off a bit. He turned to wait for me to open the door with a neutral expression on his face while I looked at him confused.

“How do you know this is my dorm?”

His eyes were closed, but his eyebrows raised and he pursed his lips as he thought of an excuse.

“Umm…. I…. I jus- I guessed.”

He opened one eye to look at me as I brought my eyebrows down in thought, pursing my lips as well.

“Right.” He smiled a this-is-my-best-excuse smile at me as we stared at each other in silence for a moment.

“Fred if you don’t tell me how you know this is my dorm y’aren’t going inside, bud”

He shot his hand up to his chest, pretending to be wounded at the use of “bud”, knowing I only use that when I want him to tell me the truth about something.

He laughed to himself about the gesture as I smiled, waiting for him. He waited a second before seeing I was serious and sighing.

“Okay, fine. Y’know those… flowers? That you got the other day?”

“...The ones with the secret admirer note?”

He winced and closed his eyes in embarrassment, leaning on the threshold of my door.

“Those would be it.”

My mouth fell open as I gave a short laugh in shock, staring at him.

He opened his eyes and laughed with me, taking my hand in his in a loose, but soft hold. I used my other hand to unlock and open the door between us.

“Go on in”

He smiled at me and kissed my forehead before he stumbled into the room, looking around at the posters on the walls as I closed and locked the door behind us. I turned around and watched him gawk at the posters, occasionally pointing at one and whispering “wicked” under his breath. I smiled at him and put my hands behind my back, just admiring him.

He eventually made his way around the room, walking back towards me in the middle. He stood right in front of me, as close as we were downstairs. He looked down at me with a soft smile. He brought his hands back up to my face, holding it softly as if he were to hold any tighter I’d break.

He slowly started to lean in, looking into my eyes as my own started to flutter close, waiting for him to kiss me. I felt his lips barely touching mine before he whispered.

“Did you like the flowers?”

I opened my eyes, staring at him to see him smirking down at me. I shoved him away playfully.

“Oh piss off Weasley”

“What? I want to know!”

I tossed my keys on my nightstand, sitting on my bed and taking off my shoes.

“They’re beautiful. They’re in the bathroom, so I can look at them as I’m getting ready” I said, motioning to the door that led to the restroom. He smiled at me, walking towards me again. He didn’t speak until he stood in front of me again, making me crane my neck to be able to look at him towering over me. He started to move forward, making me instinctively move back with him. He set his hands on the bed, on either side of me, and looked at me directly as he spoke softly, his gaze darting to my lips.

“I’m glad.”

I swallowed, not closing my eyes even as he moved closer. I thought he would do the same thing again, so I followed his lips until he gently kissed me. It was so quick, I thought I had imagined it for a second.

He pulled away and studied my reaction, searching my face. I looked at his eyes before looking back at his lips and going back in, my hands going to the back of his neck.

One of his hands went to rest on my hip, the other still on the bed behind me. He leaned into the kiss, making me lean back farther as he guided me farther onto the bed. He put his legs between mine as I scooted back, slowly climbing over me and onto the bed.

I used one hand to hold me up, the other staying at the nape of his neck, the tops of my fingers in his hair.

He was a really good kisser.

He leaned further, pushing me all the way onto my back as he never broke the kiss. He was leaning on his knees, his hands holding my face. He slowly broke away as my eyes fluttered open.

“I really really like you” He whispered, stroking my cheek with his thumb softly.

I smiled at him and put my hands on top of his that were on my face.

“I like you, too” I whispered back, looking between his eyes and his lips. He suddenly huffed out in irritation, and fell on top of me with an oof.

“I’m sorry, I’d like to go further, not saying you have to- it’s up to you, of course, but I’m so drunk, and I’d like to- I’m enjoying myself, of course, but-”

I laughed at his rambling before raising his face to meet mine, moving some hair out of his face and cutting him off.

“Fred.”

He stopped talking and grinned, “Yeah sorry I’m quite nervous”

I put my hands on his face, looking him in his eyes and trying to look serious.

“We’re not in any rush. I don’t want you to feel pressured. I really like you and I like kissing you, but we can kiss all day tomorrow. When you’re sober”

His grin grew as I talked, looking at me with admiration.

“Just kiss tomorrow, eh?”

I laughed at him, pushing his face away from me playfully as I moved to sit up.

“All right, you git- how about you focus on getting into bed without passing out first”

He pretended to think before he nodded against my hands and puckered his lips as a silent asking for a kiss. I kissed him and went to pull away, but he pulled me in again and stayed there for a while longer before pulling away. He kissed my forehead and patted my thigh a couple times.

“Scoot over”

I got underneath the blankets, moving to the other side of the bed and opening the blankets for him. He rolled underneath them, groaning the entire way through. I chuckled to myself as I turned around to click the lamp off, scooting so my back was to him. He wrapped his arm around me, taking my hands into his, laying them against my chest. I gave a soft kiss to his knuckles and wiggled a little more to get comfortable, suddenly feeling something against my back.

“Fred?”

“Just ignore it. And don’t move.”

[amoristt]

Just a Dare | Nathan Prescott x Reader

@trueloveknifefight asked, Also can I request Nathan asking you out?

here u are! i love writing convos w nathan UGH i adore his character.

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The lights were bright, vivid. Almost blinding. They dance LED accents into the reflection of your drink- a dull plastic cup filled to the brim with one part whiskey, zero parts mixer. The taste could bring a tear to your eye but you would be damned to water down such fine alcohol, provided by none other than Nathan Prescott himself.

Music reverberated along the pool rooms walls, laughter and hollers distantly rising with the tempos. Your foot absently tapped to the beat- you were never one for dancing. Never one for parties, either, actually, favoring drinking in the solitude of a small friend group.

If not for Nathan you wouldn't be here at all. Some would say it's a privilege to slip past those heavy doors, entering the dully lit world of the Vortex Club. You mostly just felt like it was all for show. Somehow securing a place among Nathan's friend group, and a good friend at that, it was almost duty to show up. He insisted on it.

So, here you were. Leaning against a wall in a suffocatingly warm, cramped pool room surrounded by a sea of faces you hardly recognized.

That was, until you saw Nathan's face peer through the small break in shifting bodies. You knew him all too well.

Strikingly handsome, equally strikingly pompous. Funny, crude, an absent minded party goer just as much as he was a fireball with racing, incoherent thoughts. A drinker, a druggie. Takes the edge off, he says, but you think he does it to take away his thoughts completely. You felt like his entire life was all edges, never sacred ground.

The poor bastard.

He lures your attention in as he saunters over with squared shoulders, narrowly avoiding spilling his drink when a random student cuts it a little too close. Normally Nathan would make a bigger deal, give him what for, but this time he just shoots the poor kid a menacing glare and grumbles, 'fucking watch it'. He's walking with purpose and intent, you can see it on his face. You must have a target on your forehead as he darts straight over.

When he comes to your side, his own alcohol dripping down the sides of his cup onto his wiry fingers, you raise a brow.

"Something wrong?" You ask, as he takes a spot leaning against the hard wall right next to you.

"Just wondering why you're being so fucking lame over here," He shouts over the music, taking a sip of his drink, grimacing at the taste. "We're all having a good time over at the lounge and you're over here acting like all the other wallflower nobodies."

You roll your eyes with upturning lips. "Maybe I like being a wallflower. I like people watching. I see things no one else does."

"Yeah, okay, fucking weirdo."

"I mean it," You push off the wall and grin. "Look-" You point to a student obviously wasted, drink held high over head while he lets the music take him away. "That guy is clearly trashed- he's having the time of his life. He's gotta be seeing double."

Nathan whistles at his state, taking in the guys goofy smile, half lidded eyes. "I'll bet it's the triplets. I could breathe on him too hard and he'd fall over."

"You should go try it." You tease. He shakes his head and takes another drink.

"Nah, he'll get it himself. Guarantee we'll be dragging him out by his feet by the end of the night." He shrugs. "Or, at least someone will. I sure as fuck ain't staying that long."

You snicker. "What, got a hot date?" Nathan glares at you. "Oh don't tell me," you cup your hands to whisper, a secretive gesture, "homework?"

"Fuck no," He scoffs, and you can just barely see that he's a little more than tipsy now. His pale cheeks dusted with red, the tip of his nose ruby under the harsh lighting. It's also then that you realize he's a little more tense than usual, even despite the drinking. He's standing straight upright, his right hand gripping his cup like a crutch and his left now shoved hastily into his pocket.

He hasn't looked at you dead in the eyes yet.

"So what is it then?" You ask curiously. He shrugs and stares into his cup. You frown. "Bro, are you like, good right now? Do you wanna leave?"

For the first time since he'd wandered over, Nathan looks up at you. His eyes are unreadable, but his composure seems stressed. He shrugs again. Before you can even open your mouth to ask him about his state, he sighs and downs an entire mouthful of burning whiskey. It makes you cringe just watching him.

"Fuck it," He huffs. "Look I got some stupid ass dare to come over here and put the moves on you, okay." He sounds almost annoyed, like it's a hassle for him, or maybe embarrassing. You cross your arms. "I was dared to come over here and try to get you like, to fucking, you know, leave with me, but now that I'm over here I'm starting to think maybe that was a dumbass idea."

"Leave with you?" You say incredulously, a brow already lifting. "You were dared to come over here and try to sleep with me? By our friends?"

"No, no, fuck," Nathan seems agitated now, rushing. "Like a date sorta bullshit. Ask you out." He manages to get it out in almost the worst delivery possible, meanwhile you're just trying to pick out who would put him up to this. Hayden? Victoria?

A laugh forces its way out of you. "Aren't we a little too old for that game?"

Nathan shrugs. "That's what I said but they insisted. Fucking babies. At least make the dare a little more fun than just asking some bitch out. That's like elementary level shit."

Your eyes widen, you scoff. "Excuse me?"

Nathan sputters. "You're not some bitch, I didn't mean to-... Fucks sake, I'm clearly a little drunk right now okay, if you could cut me some fucking slack that'd be awesome."

"Hey man I didn't ask to be a victim of bullying," You tease, and he can't help but laugh. You soften. "Never expected it from you, though of all people. As ironic as that sounds."

"I'm not even bullying you, come on. Don't be a bitch. I even admitted it and everything."

You grin. "Yeah. Gotta say though, I'm a little disappointed."

"Oh what, you wanted to see my moves?" Nathan hums. "You wanted some Prescott action?"

"Shut the hell up." You shove his shoulder, an action that would be a mistake to so many others, but for you, it was welcomed. "I'm disappointed that it was just a dare. I'd probably have said yes if it wasn't. But, oh well."

Nathan doesn't answer for a long moment. First, he stares into his drink, processing. Almost like he hadn't heard that right, or like you were messing with him. It's rare to see Nathan Prescott stunned into a momentary silence. He's thinking, wondering what he should say next. Suspicious that you're just playing with him, hopeful that maybe you aren't.

And, you hadn't been. Truth be told if given the chance you would allow him to take you out for the evening. Show you fancy things, try out something a little more intimate than just laughter and poking fun at classmates together. You enjoyed his presence, looked forward to it at times.

A small part of you had hoped that he felt the same, maybe. Somehow. While grateful that he respected you enough to cut the crap before it even began, you couldn't help but feel a little... Disheartened at the prank. You'd saved your pride by denying him beforehand, but, if it had been genuine...

"So if it wasn't a dare," He began, quietly, barely audible over the booming music overhead. Eyes barely visible in the sea of vibrant lights crashing like waves. "You'd have said yes."

You shrug, trying to play it casual to save your own feelings, just in case. "Probably. I mean, we're already friends. We have fun so it couldn't have been that bad." He nods along to almost every word.

"Well what if we did it anyways." He blurts.

"Did what?"

"Go out tonight. Like, you know ditch this lame ass party and have some real fun."

"You love this lame ass party, and plus," You shake your head in feigned annoyance. "I'm not sleeping with you, Nathan."

He glares at you. "Fucking duh. I'm just saying we can go and hang out somewhere else. This party happens all the fucking time so it's not like we're missing anything."

"But, wouldn't that make me the butt of our friends joke?"

He shrugs. "Fuck em. It was a dumb dare anyways."

"Now it seems like you're trying extra hard to convince me to say yes." You state, and he's frazzled, running lines through his brain to try and save the absolute failure of asking you out. You decide to spare him, take a little leap of faith for yourself. "But, alright. I'm in."

Nathan gapes at you. "You're in?"

"Yeah, why not. I'm not busy right now and if you're not either than," You smile. "Why not. You better wow me though, Prescott. I'm talking a night to remember. Fireworks, dinner by candle light, a serenade. The whole package."

Nathan's eyes light up, but he tries to hide it, rolls those beautiful blues. "Well considering I've had like no fucking time to prepare how about we instead go to the roof and chill out."

You toss the idea around in your head for show. You already knew the answer the moment he asked if you were being serious.

"I mean I guess that would work," You say. "I was looking for fireworks but I suppose that will suffice. Feel free to go tell our buddies their joke may have backfired on them."

Nathan shakes his head. "Nah, don't even bother. They're all drunk and probably don't even remember daring me in the first place."

"Alright then," You push yourself off the wall, feeling your cheeks warm. A flutter takes wing in the base of your chest, your heart picking up just a little faster. You can't stop the smile that graces you as you say, "Lead the way, Prescott."

Nathan does lead the way. He takes your hand into his own, your fingers tracing over his boney knuckles as he drags you through the sea of bodies, out to the school hall and up winding stairs.

You giggle like a child when he struggles to find the correct key on the janitors ring he'd snatched weeks ago just in case, tease him when he almost spills his drink all over himself. Nathan's hands are almost shaking, but you chalk it up to the alcohol. You chalk everything up to the alcohol- his trembling fingers, his red face, a shy, albeit goofy smile resting upon his lovely, angular face.

The night was cool and crisp, a stark contrast to the smoldering heat of the Vortex Party.

He looks amazing out under the stars, and underneath the scope of the vast, black sky dotted with trillions of perfect, twinkling lights, you feel at peace.

Looking at him, you feel like this may be the start of something you'd denied yourself the chance of ever even imagining.

Out there, alone but together, hearing the echoes of music mixed with the livelihood of crickets in the darkness...

it truly was a night to remember.

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Days later, you sit atop your desk, feet tapping rhythmically on your chair, typing away at your phone.

"Love the top," A familiar voice pipes, and you glace up to find Victoria standing before you, books pressed to her chest. She takes in your shirt, a nicely fitted long sleeve with a rather low cut v-neck. "Why haven't I see that one before?"

You shrug and set your phone down. "Never got around to wearing it I guess. Not a big fan of V-necks."

"It fits you," She sets her books down at the table beside you and brushes a hand through her hair, making sure every strand is in line. "I'll have to get one myself."

"You know what, you can have it after today," You say, and she perks up in disbelief. "As a thank you for what happened at the party."

That disbelief soon turned to confusion. "...Meaning?"

"Y'know, making Nathan ask me out. He made a whole huge deal about it- said you guys were drinking and playing Truth or Dare of all things. Gotta say, I was a little surprised."

Victoria's brows knit. "We hardly drank at that party, and I wouldn't be caught dead playing Truth or Dare. That game is for kids."

It almost knocks the wind out of you.

They hadn't even been playing in the first place.

As the teacher walks into the room, the first period bell blaring annoyingly over the speakers, you climb off your desk and prepare for the day, hardly able to contain yourself. It hadn't been a dare, after all.

And, you and Nathan's official second date was merely a day away.

[dreamsfreckles]

[7:21p.m.] A Couple of Whipped Besties, One Could Say...

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Sapnap x reader

Fluff

A couple of sus betsies - enjoy!

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Sapnap smiled proudly at the beautiful view in front of him: you sitting in his gaming chair, beating the shit out of George on a minecraft PVP server.

Naturally, as Sapnap’s best friend, today marked your third night sleeping over at his house, the usual.

You two simply couldn’t get sick of each other.

Sure, he was annoying and relentless sometimes, and maybe you were a bit stubborn and moody; but regardless, both of your personalities clashed and complimented each other perfectly - creating a close friendship. 

Even though your friendship was his most precious treasure, Sapnap couldn’t help but be dissatisfied with it. 

Not because he wasn’t happy with you... but because he wasn’t happy with you. 

incase you need further elaboration:

Sapnap done went and caught feelings for you. (no earnings)

Leaning over your left shoulder as you gamed, Sapnap side-eyed your facial expressions as you passionately played on the computer monitor in front of you, flexing your weirdly amazing skill at PVP.

He admired you; you looked cute while concentrated. Critting George’s player with your diamond axe was Sapnap’s favorite sight to see. Your eyebrows furrowed the slightest bit and your eyes shined as you attempted to predict George’s next move. 

Not to mention you were also hot as fuck. Sapnap didn’t need to admit that though...

Not only were you his cute best friend, but you were also a super skilled player. He seemed to get the best of both worlds when it came to you.

You can be risky, fun, daring and stupid, but at the same time smart, soft, sweet, and safe. It’s rare to have someone as unique and different as you. You were irreplaceable. 

It also just makes things 1000x better when you’re the reason George regrets his entire PVP career.

Sapnap leaned back into his spare chair, laughing in disbelief at you mercilessly owning George in the game. He could hear George’s screams of absolute terror leaking from the headset on your head; his headset. (dollar tree)

Goddamn he’s whipped. (what a shrimp)

The headphones were a little big on you, which added to the cuteness. Sapnap secretly peered at you love-sickly, sighing in content. It was rare for him to be completely in a haze by you simply doing nothing; for some reason you had him completely under your control today.

Your sudden yell broke Sapnap from his trance and brought his attention to the monitor showing the signature “victory” screen. You squealed hopping up from your chair and doing a small victory dance, laughing at George as he wallowed in defeat. You turn to Sapnap, a wide smile on your face. “Were you watching that? George is SHIT!” You laughed. Sapnap shook his head in disbelief. “Have you been practicing? I have to get you to duel Dream... I doubt you could beat him though. Gogy is just trash.” You giggled with Sapnap at his open criticism towards George, while the trash PVP player on the call scoffed and mumbled incoherent curse words. (ignoring the fact Sapnap lowkey called you trash)

“Well,” you start, relaxing back into his gaming chair. “I’m kind of hungry now. Do you want to go get Chick-fil-a or something?” Just before Sapnap could respond, he was rudely interrupted by George screaming on his headset. “YOU’RE GOING TO GET CHICK-FIL-A?!” The headphones rung. “Are you trying to get cancelled Sapnap?” George joked, making literally no one laugh. You glanced at Sapnap in amusement. His face is twisted in playful annoyance as he ends the call with George. “I guess George is right... Don’t want our precious Sappy getting cancelled.” Sapnap scoffs and rolls his eyes at you playing along with George, a smile on his face. You smirk evilly, standing up to walk across his room to grab your purse. “Whelp, looks like you gotta get your own fast food.” You sling your purse over your shoulder and start heading towards his bedroom door.

Sapnap’s eyes widen at your statement. There’s no way he’s letting you go along with George’s stupid-ass joke.

Before you could leave, Sapnap scrambled to wedge himself between you and his door, stopping you from exiting the room. “Um? You’re dog water if you think you’re pulling that bullshit on me?” He sasses, backing you away from his door.

You hold in your laugh and shrug, putting up a serious face. “We should probably have a break from each other anyway... Why don’t you go out and get McDonald’s instead? I’ll be back in like,” you check your phone for affect. “Like 45 minutes.” You state, looking back up to his pretty eyes filled with betrayal.

Sapnap is frozen. He didn’t think that this Chick-fil-a joke would actually be taken some-what seriously. You wanted time away from him? What the fuck? You two have always been clingy to each other! You can barely go to his fucking kitchen by yourself! 

He took a second longer looking into your shining eyes. Then it all clicked.

You little rat. How cruel are you to be playing with his little heart like that?

Sapnap could turn this situation around in a few different ways.

1.) He could call out your cap right now and you two would go out and get your chick-fil-a, or whatever you want to eat.

2.) He could football tackle you to the fucking ground and make you apologize for saying such buffoonery.

3.) He could go along with your cruel joke, and make you think that he 100% agrees that you two “need to take a break.” He can even go as far as calling it a night and telling you that he’s too tired for another sleepover night.

Sapnap was never the merciful type. As much as he is unconditionally in love with you, he don’t play. 

Option 3 was game.

Sapnap looked up and to the side, pretending to think about your suggestion of “taking a break” like it was a valid choice. Stepping away from his place in between you and the door, Sapnap motions for you to go. “You know what, you’re kinda right. You can go ahead, I think I’m going to call someone.” Sapnap whips out his phone from his back jean pocket and turns away from you, pretending to scroll through his contacts.

This makes you stumble for a second. Did he just... agree with you..? Your heart stops beating for a split second and you debate if you should tell him that you were joking or not. You can barely go to the kitchen by yourself, why isn’t he catching on that it was a joke? You stand still there, looking at his turned back. “Okay... I’m just going to go then.” You say, still not making a move to leave. After a moment of him not acknowledging a word you just said, you start again. “Do you like...” you pause. “want me to bring you back something...” Sapnap turns back to you at that, suddenly deciding to pay attention to you. “Uh no thanks, I’ll just eat something here. You should probably call your mom, she probably wants you home. You’ve been here for what-” he checks his phone for the date. “Like 4 days?” He states, looking back up to you.

Your mouth drops. Hurt fills you heart. Did he really just say that?

Yeah... you have been at his house for a while... but you didn’t think that he was getting sick of you. You usually stayed over there for 4 nights on average before you went home.

You’ve stayed there for 6 days before! And you both STILL mourned the loss of each other’s presence when you left!

(Isn’t this simp culture?)

What does this mean? You stand there is silence just looking at him. It’s not like you could argue; you were the one who said you needed a break first.

You felt like crying. Yes... Sapnap is your best friend and this literally isn’t that big of a deal, but... you love Sapnap. You’d spend forever with him if you could. And you thought he would too. You stiffen for a moment. You know he isn’t your boyfriend; as much as you wish he was, you need to stop acting like he is. 

Him saying he wants to be alone shouldn’t be that big of a deal to you! You guys are friends! He’s standing there, looking at you expectantly, waiting for you to go on, do anything.

While you stand there debating your life choices with hurt written all over your face, Sapnap’s mind is racing a million miles an hour. He literally can’t decide if he should burst out laughing from how well his plan worked or hug you and say sorry for being so mean.

He literally can’t decide - so he does both.

Just as you feel your eyes getting the tinniest bit glassy, Sapnap roars with laughter and pulls you into a bear hug, squeezing your waist with one arm and using the other to pet your hair fondly. “I’m so sorry, I had to, it was too good, that literally couldn’t have gone better-” he rambles. You immediately sulk and smack his shoulder, aggressively hugging him back. “YOU ASSHOLE I GOT SO SCARED!” You groan in embarrassment. You literally almost cried.

Sapnap giggles and hugs you tighter, his smile couldn’t possibly get wider. You sigh in relief, snuggling into his arms. “You actually scared me so bad. That was so weird.” Sapnap laughs again, leaning back from you slightly to get a look at your pretty face. You were pouting. Cute. Sapnap smirked and squeezed your cheek with the hand that was previously petting your semi-tangled hair. “You did it to me first you dimwit, what the hell did you think I felt like?!” He exclaimed. “You literally told me to go home you asshole!” You exasperated. Sapnap threw his head back laughing, pulling you back towards him again. He nuzzled into the side of your neck, sighing happily.

As hilarious as it was watching you go through the 5 stages of grief over this situation, it was also heart breaking all at the same time. He hopes he never has to see that again on a serious note, if he’s being honest. If you ever looked like that when you guys were being legit - it would quite literally kill him.

After what felt like 20 minutes of hugging, you pulled back from the hug and looked up at Sapnap, his arms still attached to the ends of your sweatshirt, keeping you in place. 

As he stared down at your pink cheeks and flustered expression, he felt like he could stand with you here for hours. He wishes he could kiss you.

You rolled your eyes at him as he giggled. “Whatever.” You state, walking out of his hold and over to his bed side table. Sapnap watches your movements in confusion. Once at the table, you open the top drawer and snatch his wallet from inside, your back facing him. “I’m getting fucking Chick-fil-a and if you don’t come, I’m literally going to buy the entire menu with this.” You turn facing him and hold up his wallet. Sapnap’s eyes widen in realization at what’s in your possession. He makes a move to run over to you and snatch it back. Unluckily for him, you were already bolting out the door and to his car.

Hello 🥺

I hope u enjoyed sorry it took so long hehee

I’ve had lack of motivation, as we all in this tough pandemic - I hope you guys are all doing well and stay happy and safe 💕

Thankfully we have our fav mcyt gang to help us through tough times :)

Ik sapnap says fuck you, but think of it in an endearing way LOL LOVE U GUYS

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A Thousand Locks

Kunikida x GN!Reader

you both want to make up after a conflict.

warnings: a few lines of suicidal thoughts (nothing explicit though) + usage of the f-word (once) (if you think i should add something, please let me know.)

genre: angst to fluff

word count: 2.6k

a/n: i’m thinking about this man literally so much everyday.

yes that’s the author’s note, thank you.

as a proper note, i’m somehow unable to write romance. i’ll get there. eventually. this one is much more something like colleague!kunikida x colleague!reader with only sprinkles of romantic thoughts.

anyways, i hope you enjoy reading <3

The sound of the jangling keys echoed through the corridor. Kunikida sighed as he inserted the key with deeper curves in the lower lock and the smaller key in the upper one. He felt physically and mentally so much safer with two locks to the point where he probably wouldn’t say no to a third one.

He looked at his gray watch. 06.27 PM. Great, he had arrived three minutes earlier than he had anticipated. It was a chilly Friday evening, the sky was full of gray clouds which were probably heavy with raindrops. He was becoming more and more grateful to his past self who had patiently refused Yosano’s countless pleadings about accompanying her to shopping.

He slowly turned the second key and gently pushed the door just to enter and close it with a hurry. He locked it tightly with two keys and made sure it didn’t open no matter how much strength he applied.

“I’m home.”

He lived alone, yet it always gave him some kind of comfort to inform the place he lived in of his presence. His eyes scanned the neatly tidied living room and nicely organised shelves as he untied his red ribbon, took off his beige vest and undid a few buttons of his shirt. He placed the ribbon and the vest on the chair next to the door as he always did, and sighed deeply once again.

No matter how hard he tried, he just couldn’t shift his thoughts from you and what happened hours before.

A few months ago, Fukuzawa had assigned you to be his partner. Since Dazai had Atsushi to take care of, Kunikida had been working alone for some time but your recruitment changed that. He had decided not to have his hopes high, but after having been partners with that chaotic walking bandage machine, your organised thinking and serious work ethic quickly gained his respect and he, for the first time in his working experience, looked forward to having a case assigned to him and his partner.

You two were doing such a good job together that even Dazai wouldn’t be able to hide his surprised expression when you’d come back two hours before the estimated resolution time of the case. Even though Kunikida knew the work would take less time with you two on it, he still couldn’t bring himself to narrow down the schedule and slot new work in that “earned” time because he would immensely enjoy the way you would spend that time walking around the city and if you’re in a good mood, having dinner somewhere casual.

The members of the Agency had quickly noticed your serene influence on him. He was seemingly much less angry, first of all. And even though he still stressed a lot over the littlest things, your presence would allow him to take a step back and approach the origins of his anxiety more calmly and rationally. He had even admitted that vocally during one of those stressful moments in the Agency…

“I don’t know how I’d handle this stress if you weren’t here, Y/N.”

…to which you had responded with the biggest smile he had ever seen on your face.

“I wasn’t always here, you know. You would’ve handled it just fine, as you always do.”

With that response, he had finally noticed how vulnerable were the words that had just left his mouth. You still remembered as if it was yesterday how he had started rambling incoherent words and furiously kept looking for the pen that peacefully resided inside his breast pocket.

And now, he finally knew you were wrong. He truly didn’t know how to handle the stress, the pain without you. Especially when it derived from something about you. He rubbed his temples while letting out a deep groan and tried to retrace what had happened. If he couldn’t distract himself from it, then he would be willing to try the opposite. He replayed the last moments of work in his mind.

It was only one hour before the time they would usually call it a day. You were cheerfully chattering with Dazai, the only person that was there apart from you and Kunikida, and were telling him about a book you had read about a man who was so cruel to himself about not feeling human that he couldn’t even be aware of the fact that he was, in reality, the most human one. Dazai chuckled at your passionate narrative, saying:

“Mmm, I don’t remember ever writing an autobiography, it’s quite intriguing~”, in a joking manner.

When you noticed that Kunikida was watching you from afar, you pushed Dazai’s desk with your legs and rolled your chair directly towards Kunikida’s place.

“How’s my dear blonde today~?” you asked innocently while poking his sleeve. He hadn’t seen you that playful before, you were acting just like a little kitten who was in need of playing cute, mischievous games.

“What’s happening, Y/N?” he asked with a firm tone, which didn’t give away even slightly the butterflies that started fluttering inside him. “Did you mess something up again? You’re spending way too much time with that bandaged rascal.”

“What?!” you pouted, “how could you think me, Kunikida Doppo’s most dearest colleague, could ever mess something up?” you shouted dramatically, putting the back of your hand on your forehead with an immensely exaggerated shock- which proved his point right, you were spending too much time with Dazai.

He rolled his eyes with frustration that was followed by a sigh, and stood up. You looked up at him and were shocked -this time, genuinely- when he patted your head a few times.

“Come on. Everyone knows that Kunikida Doppo’s most dearest colleague would be the one who’d fit a list of 36 ideals.”

The mood of the room froze up immediately. Dazai’s eyebrows arched with astonishment. This man could predict 3 years ahead, yet Kunikida saying something like that out loud was something totally unforeseen even for him.

As your brain processed what he had just said, your eyes opened wide, not having expected such an insult. Not an insult maybe, but only God -if they truly exist- could know how much you cared about him and his opinions. Your day could lighten up with his one word of appreciation, which didn’t happen often. You had been giving it all, doing more than your best everyday to be able to live up to his expectations, dealing with extreme burnouts at home, at night… all for nothing. All for Kunikida to compare you with the ideal colleague in his mind and feel disappointed.

As you broke the eye contact and your face fell, one hurt syllable fell from your lips.

“Oh.”

It was at that moment that Kunikida knew he was going to regret having told something like that. To tell the truth, he wasn’t expecting you to take it that seriously. He had thought you’d brush it off with a few playful words like you always used to do with a humble attitude.

When he noticed that he had gone too far with his thorny words, it was too late.

You slowly rose to your feet in front of him and your hoarse voice was heard.

“If it isn’t already there, add a 37th one. ‘They have to give a fuck about my ideals.’ Another item that you can cross out in your evaluation about me.”

You shoved him furiously out of your way, grabbed your briefcase and stormed out.

Kunikida was still trying to find his mental and physical balance which had gone off-kilter with your sudden push. There was something in the middle of his chest, a bitter ache, and it didn’t let him think straight.

“Man,” Dazai mumbled nonchalantly, “hurt people hurt people. I guess that’s how it is.”

He was aware that you had stabbed Kunikida deep in his Achilles’ heel, out of your own hurt. You were known for your strong belief in his principles and ideals, which made you two a strong and unbending duo and gave Kunikida a warm sentiment of comfort, of being understood.

That’s why he wanted to believe that you, of all people, didn’t mean what you had said.

Dazai watched him as he slowly fell into a trance, feeling even number than ever, turning off his laptop and packing up his stuff with robotic movements.

“Try staying alive, you wouldn’t want to miss the rest of the drama.”

As he replayed his last words to Dazai in his mind, standing in the middle of his living room, Kunikida was feeling things that he couldn’t even name. The domain of feelings was such a foreign one for him, even the ones that came during a normal day. He would try getting rid of anything, anything that could possibly get in the way between him and his watertight lifestyle. Feelings were unpredictable, one of the very few things he couldn’t make a schedule for. They were destructive, destabilizing, bothersome, pointless.

Unwillingly aggrieving someone was already a hard thing to withstand. But when the guilt of hurting a loved one and the suffering of being hurt as a comeback merged, it became unbearable.

It was never his intention to be that inconsiderate. But he had been. Once again, his direct nature was betraying him at the worst possible moment. Of course he hadn’t done it voluntarily, who would? Who would want to lose, just like that, the spark of their previously hopeless, obscure life? He was at a point where he was no longer disagreeing with the brunet. Maybe there was really no point in going on, if all there was to life was a vicious cycle of finding, cherishing and losing.

Finding, cherishing and losing.

No.

He could never. He could never, ever give up. There was no such option in the dictionary of this man.

He made up his mind. He was going to pay you a visit. He knew where you lived. Would it be too weird? He was a gentleman, he wouldn’t want to make you feel uncomfortable, especially not after a conflict like this. But he didn’t want to spend all the weekend suffering. He could guess that you were suffering too, maybe more than him.

Even though he had an immense desire to rush out of the house, he knew he couldn’t come knocking on your door empty-handed. He looked around him, thinking of what he could prepare for you, and the ingredients on his kitchen counter caught his eye.

He facepalmed so hard that his smack hurt his forehead.

“Ugh, of course!”

Ever since he learnt your favourite pastry during a conversation in the Café Uzumaki, he couldn’t stop thinking about preparing it and surprising you in the Agency. That’s why he had bought all the ingredients days ago but never found the opportunity to actually do it. Cooking was a passion of his, even though he wouldn’t call himself a chef, it could still be said that he had a knack for it.

He looked at his gray watch again. 06.44 PM. It would take him exactly 56 minutes to get everything done including the packaging, and it was perfect because it would allow him to present himself at your door at a not-so-creepy hour. He had already started getting nervous, but took a deep breath, rolled up his black sleeves and started unpacking the ingredients.

At exactly 07.40 PM, he was ready with his delicious bag which gave off an incredibly alluring scent. He couldn’t help but grin smugly, even he was sometimes frightened by his good comprehension and control of time.

But now, he had an even bigger exam to pass, the final challenge.

He was so scared of the reaction he would receive. What if you didn’t want to listen to him? What if you didn’t want to work with him anymore? What if… he wouldn’t be able to see your lovely face, hear your sweet voice, feel your tender touch anymore?

Why was he that scared of these scenarios when it was true that you didn’t even fit his ideals for a colleague?

It had started raining crazily, he hadn’t even noticed it while dealing with the kitchen.

He walked towards his vest, tenderly took out the emerald green notebook and opened page 34.

What to look for in an ideal colleague.

He took out his pen, took the cap off with his teeth and started writing as neatly as ever.

He let out a nervous groan after being done with it. He tore a few blank pages as a precaution and put it in his pocket before laying the notebook down on the counter. He rebuttoned his black shirt, tidied himself up a little bit and gently held the bag in which the delicious sweets were waiting to be eaten. He adjusted his glasses and reached for the door handle after having unlocked the door with both keys. He opened it without having checked the peephole.

He gasped at the sight of you.

He could’ve sworn that he was hallucinating. But the raindrops rolling down your hair, face and clothes, the frightened look in your eyes, the small box you held between your hands and the hesitation you seemed to be having looked so real.

“Y… Y/N?”

You had indeed hesitated a lot under the rain, trying to decide if you were really going to put the box in front of his door or not, but you most certainly hadn’t expected him to come out. When you heard the keys being inserted and turned, you had panicked and froze, not knowing what to do. You gulped nervously before making eye contact, forcing yourself not to avert your eyes before he did.

“I… I was just… I was just, uh, passing by-”

“Well, your box doesn’t say so.” As you noticed that he was looking at the word Apology on it, you felt your cheeks burn with embarrassment.

“What’s in yours anyways?!” you blurted out while furiously pointing at it, despite having already noticed its beautiful smell.

“Something that I hope you’ll very much like.” he said quietly, swiftly adjusting his glasses, and the tips of his ears turned pink.

You both stood there for a moment, until he noticed that you were soaking wet.

“Would you… please consider not staying under the rain? I won’t be covering your hospital expenses.”

He couldn’t be sure if the current situation allowed him to use his dry humour, but was reassured when you sassily rolled your eyes and let out a small cackle.

“Sure, let me find somewhere much warmer.” you said, and threw yourself in his arms in a flash.

“Wait- WAIT!” he shouted while backing off, barely being able to put the pastries on the table but not to escape your moist grip. As the coldness of the rainwater made him shiver, he held you between his arms with a relieved sigh.

Your muffled voice created warm vibrations on his chest.

“I lied, you know. About that.”

His lips curved into a sweet smile.

“I know.”

“I was a dumbass.”

“I know.”

“…Hey. You were supposed to object to that.”

Kunikida was trying so hard to repress his urge to chuckle.

“I was a dumbass too, Y/N. I was so blind.” he muttered as he slightly tightened his grip around you. “I know that my apologies won’t change anything no matter how sincere they are, but… I still added a number 37. As you wished.”

You lifted your head with a questioning gaze and saw the blonde’s head turn to the notebook on the counter. The lastly written page was still open. You left his embrace and paced towards it to read.

Addition, as desired by my most dearest partner.

Ideal #37 - They make me forget about checking for the first 36. If fulfilled, previous ones are no longer needed.

After having read the words that meant the world to you, you turned your head towards Kunikida to meet his soft glance.

He had used the word “partner” for you. Not a mere “colleague”, but “partner”.

You gently placed the small Apology box that was still in your hands next to the notebook. There was an emerald green keychain in it. You wanted him to remember you whenever he took out his keys, everyday, every morning, every night. You wanted crazily to be there, in his mind, whenever he unlocked his door.

“Shall we prepare some tea to eat the pastries?”

There wasn’t a happier person in the world than you at that moment, as you couldn’t mutter a word and were only able to nod with tears in your eyes.

He watched you take off your coat and run your fingers through your hair as an attempt to dry it. He shivered once again when your warmth on his chest slowly faded away and he found himself with a damp, chilly black shirt. He headed for his bedroom to change, and for the first time, Kunikida heard his feelings’ voice more clearly than ever.

His door had two locks. His heart, at least a thousand.

But you held the key to every single one of them.

[willwriteforhugs]

in vino veritas - song mingi

bestfriend! mingi x reader- part one of two !

~childhood friends to lovers au~

word count: 1.5k

genre: angst, fluff, sad boi hours

synopsis: your lifelong best friend gets a little too tipsy, and reveals a little too much.

warnings: mentions of alcohol/heavy drinking, drunkenness, some swearing

a/n: thank you for reading :) i hope you enjoy!!

edit: part two is *finally* up! read it here <3

- - - 

the day had been long, and work had been exhausting - you’d spent most of your time there just wanting to return home. but you’d completed everything- the filing, the last of the paperwork, the emails that had piled up...you’d finished it all. now you had two entire days off. two days to yourself. finally.

in the moment, you hum idly as you wipe your kitchen counter with a damp cloth. you’d eaten dinner alone in your apartment, as you often did- but you always cleaned up anyways. old habits die hard, you guess.

you continue to straighten up the kitchen, hoping to binge watch some tv when you’re done. you glance up at the clock, and do a double take. is it really already ten o’clock? where did the time go?

you shrug it off, tossing the used rag in the sink. then you head to your bathroom, eager to finally shower and get rid of the day’s gunk.

- - -

an hour later, you find yourself sprawled on your small couch, hair wet and television on. but only a few minutes into your drama episode, you hear a quiet tapping sound. it strikes you enough that you reach over and pause the tv, curious. the tapping continues, but louder this time.

you realize with a start that it’s coming from your front door. what the fuck? who’s knocking at your door at 11 pm on a friday?

you frown and force yourself out of the love seat. you groan audibly as you trudge to the door. this is ridiculous...

mumbling incoherently, you yank the door open.

“oh- oh my god. what are you doing here?” you stutter.

your best friend of fifteen years, mingi, stands before you. his dirty blonde hair is mussed, and his shirt is wrinkled in odd places. he looks dazed. “what?”

you frown, craning your neck to look up at him. “i said, what are you doing here? do you know what time it is?”

mingi just looks down at you, blinking rapidly. he smells- oh god, he smells like alcohol.

you groan. “oh no- mingi, really? are you drunk right now?”

he takes a step towards you, moving to support his lean body on your door frame. “no.”

you glare.

“yes.” he mumbles. 

you sigh heavily, debating internally. as one of his closest, and oldest friends- it should be your obligation to let him stay over and take care of him. but the bitter, logical side of you wants to slam the door in his face- let him lie in the bed he made. 

then the thought finally lands. a chill runs through you, and you gasp. “mingi, did you drive here?”

he grabs your arm. “no, no y/n, i didn’t! i got a ride, i swear!” his words slur together, and you wince. he only slurred his speech when he was *really* drunk. dammit. 

“get inside, you ass-hat.”

- - -

after placing mingi on the sofa, you shuffle around the kitchen, looking to find him a glass of water. you can’t see him, but you can hear him singing quietly in the other room. your heart twinges, wondering if if he’s alright. usually he’s not a huge drinker, so he might have been upset about something... but the most you can do is just hope that wasn’t the case.

now, you wander back into the front room, holding a glass of water in one hand and a bottle of advil in the other. “for later,” you say, placing the bottle on the coffee table. 

your friend isn’t listening. “hey,” you try again.

no response. he’s lying on his back on your sofa, squinting his eyes at the ceiling. 

“mingi-yah.”

nothing. good grief. 

then, without warning, mingi shoots up into a sitting position, startling you. “what is it?” you ask.

he mumbles something you don’t catch, and you lower yourself onto the seat next to him. 

“just don’t drink too fast,” you remark, handing him the water cup. he nods and takes it from you. for a moment, the room is quiet as he takes a few small sips. then:

“you smell really good.” 

mingi’s low voice is startlingly clear, considering how tipsy he is. 

“wha-what?” you manage.

“you smell nice,” he repeats. “you must have showered.” he continues, leaning back into the couch.

you hum vaguely, no longer concerned with his antics. “yes, as i do every night.”

but mingi plows on as if you hadn’t said anything. “you always smell good, though.”

this makes you pause. so he likes the way you smell? like, all the time?

you turn to look at him, curious. “do i? you’ve never told me that.”

he’s quiet for a moment, and when he speaks, it’s barely audible: “well, there are a lot of things i don’t tell you.”

your brow creases. what the hell did that mean?

“for example,” mingi says, sitting upright again, and he isn’t looking at you. “i have never told you what a bad cook you are.”

“hey!”

mingi bursts into laughter, but he holds up his hand as if to continue. when he recovers from his giggles, he does. he holds up two fingers. “secondly, i have never told you how looking into your eyes reminds me of the stars.”

wait, what?

you stare at him, probably wide eyed. you open your mouth, but he cuts you off again. 

“also, last week at the lake? yeah, i didn’t tell you how badly i wanted to hold your hand then.”

you have a physical reaction to his words. what is he talking about? this sounded- no. no, no, no. too familiar.

“mingi,” your voice comes out raspy. “you’re drunk.”

he looks over your shoulder and grunts in confirmation. “yeah, i can feel it. i’m also pretty sure i didn’t want you to know those things.”

you stand up suddenly, overcome with insecurity. “mingi- why did you come here? when you knew you were drunk- why me?”

he finally meets your gaze. sighing, he reaches up waves an arm around vaguely. god, he's hammered... 

“because i trust you, y/n-ah.” his words have begun to mingle again. “i trust you and i love you.”

you take a step back. he’s drunk he’s drunk he’s drunk he’s-

- - -

four years ago:

“mingi-yah!” your voice was young an clear and full of laughter. your legs ached as your pace began to slow. “stop!” 

fifteen feet in front of you, your best friend stopped and glanced back. his eyes glittered with pleasure. “you’re giving up?”

you slowed to a stop near him, panting. you were never as good a runner as he was. “yes, god. you win.” 

mingi grinned and danced in a circle around you. “yes! i win, i win, i win-”

you reached out and smacked his arm. “knock it off,” you laughed. “you sound like a middle-schooler.”

“i can live with that.”

you rolled your eyes and began to walk again. mingi jogged to catch up, already talking about something else.

- - - 

the two of you came to a stop in front of your house, and began to bid your farewells. but as mingi turned to head home, you bit your tongue, unsure of your next action.

“mingi, wait!”

he spun around again. “what? spring break isn’t that long, y’know. and i’ll come hang out if you’re that lonely.”

you sighed heavily. “stop it, it’s just-” you hesitated again. but finally you reached into your pocket and took out the note. the note that had been there for months already. the love confession. 

you shoved it at his chest, face burning.

“what?” he mumbled, grabbing the little slip of paper. he unfolded it, and a few moments passed in utter silence. finally, he looked up. “y/n-ah...”

you scrambled for an excuse. “no, it’s okay. i know you don’t-”

“y/n-ah, listen to me.” he had grabbed you by the shoulders an was looking into your eyes. “that isn’t true.”

“wha...what?”

“you don’t love me.”

“how would you know?” you felt almost offended. 

“i just do, alright? i don’t want to be mean- and i’m sorry, but i just don’t look at you like that. i never have.”

your eyes burned as you looked at the pavement. you nodded.

“but it’ll be fine, you hear me? cause this, y/n- this isn’t love. this is just a crush. you’ll be over it soon enough.”

you nodded again.

just a crush...

if only he knew.

- - -

“you...love me?” back in the moment, you can’t even comprehend your situation. your heart aches, and suddenly you’re seventeen again. “this isn’t love...” he’d said.

“well that i definitely didn’t want you to know. stupid, loud, loose-lipped mingi...” his voice trails off.

your own words come out in a rush. “wait, mingi. no, no you don’t. you don’t love me. never have, never will.” your voice cracks. “quit talking, alright? you’re just drunk, you need to sleep. i’ll-”

without warning, your counterpart stands up and crosses the room in a few strides. you take an instinctive step back, and he grabs your wrist. he pulls you towards him, and places your palm on his chest, letting his hand rest on yours.

“mingi-” your voice is pained. you don’t want to hear it, because you can’t take the thought of loving him- you can’t take the thought of him loving you. years of rejection and denial burn in your gut.

“y/n-ah, please.” his voice is raspy and sad. 

“please. please love me again.”

[harryspet]

a long way down [3] b.barnes & s.rogers

[Warnings] dark bucky barnes x reader, dark steve rogers, violence, death, heavy angst, the walking dead au, slice of life, domestic steve, vaginal sex (wear protection, please)

A/N: I love how this was supposed to be a one-shot and now I’m finding all the ways to make this series longer and add more drama. 

ADULT AND TRIGGERING CONTENT AHEAD

In which your world is shaken again and you’re forced to run back to your first safe haven. 

word count: 3.4k

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T H E  N E X T  S P R I N G 

“She recognizes you,” You said, watching Peter’s eyes widen as the baby smiled up at him. It was currently tummy time in the living room and the two of you laid beside her, watching her explore her environment, “That’s Uncle Peter, right Margot?”

You watched her little fingers wrap around her little toys as she proceeded to put them in her mouth to taste them. Six whole months had passed since she was welcomed to this scary world and she’d already grown so much, “It’s me, Margot. It’s me,” Peter spoke in a cute voice and the baby proceeded to babble something incoherent, “Bet you I can get her to say Peter before she says Mama.”

You rolled your eyes at that as you continued to watch her, “You will be saying Mama first, missy,” You told her though she was only focused on a bright orange ring toy. You could look at her little face for hours on hours. You hadn’t felt true love until you laid eyes on her. 

The long journey it took you to get here only made you love her more. You were lucky that she didn’t come too early. God forbid you needed a c-section or she was facing the wrong way. You wanted her to survive and that’s all you hoped and prayed for. When you lost too much blood and began to pass out, you were still happy knowing she’d be okay. 

You didn’t think you would make it. Sharon did her best to give you the best care she could but modern medicine wasn’t available to you. You were sick and on bed rest for the first two months she was alive so now you were enjoying the time when you could move around with her. During the time you were unconscious, Steve had made the considerate decision to name the baby Margaret after some long lost love. 

Margaret Rogers. 

You refused to call her that and decided on a nickname of your own choosing.

“C’mere, Margot,” You sat up, lifting the baby into your lap, “Let me show you something cool, Peter.” 

Peter sat up too, his eyes confused as you removed one of her little socks. She was still happily waving around the toy as you ran a finger down the sole of her foot. Her little toes spread out like a little fan, “That’s the cutest thing I’ve ever seen in my life,” Peter declared and you giggled. 

“It’s called the Babinski reflex. It might go away as early as twelve months so I’m going to savor the cuteness,” You encouraged Peter to try it too and the boy seemed to swoon over Margot. You moved the baby into his lap, continuing to tell him about all the little milestones that Margot was passing. 

“She’s like a sponge, it’s amazing,” Peter said, bouncing the little girl in his lap, “Do you get any sleep?”

You nodded, “I’m up by five every morning but I’m used to it now. If she wakes up while I’m sleeping, Steve takes care of her. Luckily, she’s sleeping through the night.”

“Such a sweet girl,” Peter cooed, “I’m sure you’d never cause Mommy any problems.” You were lucky that Margot’s temperament was easy. She got frustrated like all other babies but she wasn’t very sensitive. You thought it meant she’d do well in a world like this. 

The two of you spent more time with Margot but your peace and serenity was interrupted when both Steve and Bucky returned home. You always got the feeling that they disliked Peter being around but that never stopped you from being friends with him. Peter probably cared more for you then both of them combined. 

“It’s getting late, son,” You heard Steve say, his deep voice trying to be as authoritarian as it could. Steve scared Peter, you could tell that much. 

“I’ll go then,” Peter rushed out, handing the little girl back to you. Margot seemed a bit upset at his absence and you held her to you in order to keep her calm. You knew it was useless to argue about this with Steve and you doubted Bucky would have your back. 

You stood up from your place on her baby blanket, using Margot’s hand to wave goodbye, “Say bye-bye, Peter,” The little girl only mumbled something incoherent, “See you tomorrow.”

“Bye, Margot. Goodbye, Y/N,” Peter smiled before walking out of the living room. The room went silent as Peter made his way to the front door and tension only increased 

Steve walked over to greet his daughter, lifting her from your arms, “Hello, honey-bear,” Margot’s mood seemed to lift again as she recognized her Daddy and Steve’s hard exterior softened. When they were together, it reminded you how alike they looked. He lifted the giggling girl, taking a whiff of her bottom, “You need a change, don’t you?”

“I can do it-”

Steve interrupted you, “No, I’ve got it. Daddy’s gonna change you, yes he is.” 

“Wash your hands please,” You told Steve who was too focused on the tiny creature. As Steve walked away to climb the stairs, your eyes met with Bucky’s. Although you liked that he was forced to face the consequences of his actions, you knew that he was still chasing your affection. He was facing his demons in order to get closer to you. 

“Catch anything good?” You asked, leaning down to collect all the toys. There was a lake just outside the compound limits that Steve and Bucky frequented for their “time to just be a man” where they liked to go fishing. 

“Nothing alive,” Bucky said, following you as you walked into the kitchen. You put the toys into the sink, turning the warm water on in order to clean them. Bucky leaned against the counter and you felt his gaze burning into you, “It’s still pretty peaceful out there, we didn’t run into any walkers. I was thinking we could go out there together, you could take a break like you deserve.”

“Go out there and do what?” You asked, your eyes not meeting his. 

“I don’t know, have a picnic or something.”

“Or something?” You scoffed, scrubbing at the toys, “Sounds romantic.”

Bucky’s lips pressed into a thin line of frustration, “I’m trying here. I’m not good at … romantic stuff.”

“To say the least,” You added, “Bucky, I don’t need or want a break. I’m perfectly content right now.”

“You’re sure about that? You don’t have any other needs begging to be met?” You scowled at him, knowing what he was hinting at. Steve had barely touched you since you started showing and, after the rough birth, he wasn’t willing to rush into trying for a boy. 

“I’m sure.”

+

“Looks like both the girls are down for the night,” Steve said, letting out a sigh as he sat in his desk chair. Bucky sat in the chair in front of Steve’s desk, his feet kicked up on the desk. 

“What about Sharon?”

Steve rubbed his temples at the mention of the woman, “She’s been working late at the infirmary. She won’t tell me but I know it’s because my attention has been elsewhere,” Bucky was beginning to doubt Steve’s feeling for Sharon in the first place. It seemed Steve was ready to completely let the woman go due to her infertility, “I don’t really care if she doesn’t come back. Y/N and I can handle things on our own.”

Bucky only nodded, his mind already wandering elsewhere. Steve noted his friend's frustration and wondered why the man continued to bother with you. Even after all this time, Bucky still didn’t have anyone else on his mind, “What’s on your mind, Buck?”

Bucky’s fingers rubbed over his facial hair as he thought, “That Peter kid.”

Right away, Steve understood. It had been a topic they avoided despite knowing how each other felt about it, “What about him?”

“You don’t think he spends a little too much time around here? With your daughter?”

Steve didn’t believe Peter was any real threat to his family here. Steve saw him as a distraction for you. Someone who helped you forget your worries, “This is about her, Buck. You don’t want him around her.”

“Fine,” Bucky threw up his hands in defeat, “I think he’s getting in the way of Y/N letting me in again. She has Peter to be there and tell her everything's going to be alright so she doesn’t need me.”

“Tell her not to see him then. Matter of fact, tell him to stay away,” Steve spoke simply, the solution obvious in his mind. 

“If she knows I had something to with it, it’ll make things worse. I have to be the good guy in her eyes.”

Steve smiled, a lightbulb going off in his mind, “Shall I be the bad guy then?”

Bucky moved his feet, leaning forward in his chair, “What are you thinking?”

“I still need someone to replace you. Someone to travel and relay messages between our camp and my allies. Peter could fill the position for the time being,” Bucky didn’t think over it long before he agreed. All that was on his mind was winning you back and this would only help his cause, “I need to keep up appearances around here anyways. We don’t need some kid running around here with our girls, right?”

“Right,” Bucky said, his mind on you, “Thanks, Steve.”

“No need, Buck. We have to look out for each other. Besides that, I think it's a good time to ask you to be my second in command.”

+

Margot was a complete celebrity in Liberty. You couldn’t walk on the street without people coming up to wave or to get a look at her. Margot was good with strangers which only solidified her position as princess of this place. 

It was a sunny spring day and you had dressed her in a floral dress and a pink bow. You carried her in one hand and held a tupperware of deserts in the other hand. Sam wasn’t far behind but that hadn’t changed in the past year. 

“We’re going to find uncle Peter, yes we are,” You cooed to the little girl who was energized from her latest nap, “And he’s going to love the cookies we made him.”

You eventually got to the barracks where Steve’s group of soldiers usually stayed, you walked through the long lines of bunk beds to find his. As you passed some men, all of them burly and intimidating, they even waved hello to your little one. 

As you approached Peter’s bunk you found it empty, only a mattress sitting on top of the metal. All of his comics and textbooks were nowhere to be found. You searched around for the nearest person and found a group of older men playing some dice game, “Excuse me, do you know where Peter Parker is today? He slept over there,” You asked, pointing to Peter’s bunk. 

“Packed up early this morning,” The man said, “Think he got reassigned.”

“Reassigned where?” You asked.

“Something outside of the compound. Poor kid.”

Your heart started pounding heavily as you turned back to Sam, “Take me to Steve. Now.”

“He’s on duty-”

“Find him and take me to him, Sam.”

+

Margot was screaming in your eyes mostly because she sensed how upset you were. As soon as you approached Steve, he swooped the little girl into his arms, trying to calm her, “What the hell are you doing?” Steve asked. He came down from one of the watchtowers, a rifle still strapped to his back, as he saw you approaching with Sam. 

“Peter? Where did you send him?”

Steve sighed, “Y/N-”

“Where did you send him?” You shouted back. 

“I needed a new emissary and he volunteered to do it,” Steve stated simply. 

“By himself? He’s a kid, Steve!” Margot cried louder but your blood was boiling, “You’re going to get him killed!”

“We all have to earn our keep around here, Y/N. Some people put their lives on the line for a chance to live here and then people like you spread your legs for it. That’s how it works, sweetheart.”

“You’re a fucking monster,” You spat at him. 

+

Bucky scoured the camp looking for you for a good hour. You were sitting at the bottom of a big tree, staring out into a small field. Where the field ended, the wall began. Bucky startled you when he suddenly appeared and you were quick to try and wipe away your tears. 

He took a seat beside you, leaning his back against the tree. This area of the camp was peaceful, it was no wonder that you had taken a liking to it. 

“What are you doing here?” You asked, your face in a frown. 

“I thought you didn’t need a break,” Bucky said, avoiding your question. 

“This isn’t a break,” You said softly, “You’re supposed to feel relaxed on a break-” As your voice cracked and the tears started falling again, Bucky wrapped an arm around your soldier. You leaned into him and sobbed into his shoulder. 

“I didn’t even get to say goodbye,” You tried to speak as you choked on your sobs.

“He’ll be back, I promise” Bucky stated, “Probably sooner than you think. The kid can handle himself.”

“He shouldn’t have to. Margot shouldn’t have to,” You said, “It isn’t fair.”

Bucky rubbed your shoulder, drawing lines on your skin with his fingers, “I know, doll.”

It was like losing your family all over again. It was worse than losing them. At least you knew they were dead. You wouldn’t know if he was alive or dead and, if something happened, you wouldn’t even know how it happened. There were so many things outside of the walls that could get you killed. 

You pulled away from Bucky gently, realizing how long it had been since you’d been in his arms. Looking into those blue eyes gave you a weird sense of familiarity. Of home, “Maybe you could talk to Steve? For me?”

Bucky nodded, “Of course, doll.”

You stared at his moment and Bucky noted the way your gaze traveled to your lips. Bucky reached over to wipe a tear from your cheek. He couldn’t hide how attracted to you he was, even when you were crying. Bucky placed a soft, hesitant kiss on your cheek, “Everything’s going to be okay. All I should worry about is your little one.”

You took a deep breath, nodding in agreement. 

It must’ve been the emotions or the off-balance hormones because, when Bucky leaned into your lips, you didn’t stop him. In fact, you welcomed that touch. The soft kisses soon became more desperate and hungry. Your lips were angry, demanding as they moved against his. 

It shocked Bucky as much as it did to you. Bucky was elated but he had little time to celebrate you being back in his clutches. You were hungry for something and he was going to make sure you were satisfied. 

Bucky pulled you into his lap and, as you straddled him you said, “Just this once.”

“Just this once,” Bucky agreed, knowing the opposite would be true. 

Your lips devoured each other and Bucky explored your mouth with his hands pulled down the straps of your sundress. As your breast sprang free, he palmed them his hand. The cold of his metal hand sent shivers down your spine but Bucky warmed you again with his mouth. He played with your nipple in his mouth causing you to bite down on your lips. 

Your hands ran through his hair as you savored the feeling. As he moved his mouth away, his head tilted up at you, “You’re so beautiful,” Bucky said and you rolled your eyes, leaning down to undo his belt and zipper. 

“Just fuck me, okay?” Bucky grabbed you by your ass roughly pulling you into him. He reached under your dress, tucking your underwear to the side as he positioned himself at your entrance. You could feel how hard he already was and the idea of him filling you up was making your mouth water with anticipation. 

As you slowly impaled yourself on his cock, your mouth was agape. You realized how full he made you fill, how complete you felt. Bucky held your hips as you began to bounce up and down. Bucky groaned huskily, loving how your face contorted to different expressions as the pleasure went through you. 

As you tried to contain your moans, Bucky placed kisses along your jaw and then on your neck. He felt all your anger and sadness as you used it as motivation, moving your body hard against his. 

The two eventually met your climaxes together, your body shaking as you rode out the rest of the wave. You breathed heavily, leaning against his body. You tucked your head into his shoulder and Bucky simply wrapped his arms around you. 

“Say you won’t leave again,” You whispered.

“I won’t leave you ever again, doll.”

+

The next day you awoke beside Bucky. You watched him as he slept peacefully, his hand over his shirtless chest and his chest slowly rising and falling. That “just this once” had turned into four times which you were sure he was happy with. You had to admit that you didn’t have that morning-after regret that you expected. Bucky had done such horrible things to you and yet he managed to bring you joy like no other. 

You hated that you ran back after resisting for so long but, without Peter, you were once again feeling completely lost. Being with Bucky reminded you of simpler times and, despite the hell you knew it would bring, it was worth it just to feel that comfort. 

Suddenly, you heard commotion coming from downstairs, glass shattering and Steve’s booming voice traveled through the air. You shook Bucky awake as you  began to throw on some clothes, “Bucky, something’s going on!” You threw on some boots and Bucky put on a t-shirt before the two of you filed out of your room. 

You heard your little girl wailing and you followed the sound. You found the front door wide open and quickly ran out of it. As you moved down the porched steps, the sight before you stopped your heart. Steve was holding Margot in one hand and a pistol in the other. A pistol that was pointing at a begging and pleading Sharon. 

Bucky tried to grab your hand but you ran towards him, “Steve, what the hell are you doing?” Your eyes widened even more as you noticed that Margot had no clothes on except for a checkered dishtowel and her skin was wet.

Steve handed you the child but kept the gun pointed at the woman. By now, everyone had filed out of their homes and were watching the chaos, “She tried to drown our baby,” Was all he said, shaking with anger. 

“I-I would never!” Sharon shouted back, her hands up as she laid on the gravel, “Please-”

“I fucking saw you!” Steve shouted back and you felt Bucky’s arm pulling you away. You stepped back with him, knowing that if the gun went off that you didn’t want Margot anywhere near it. 

Your eyes connected with Sharon’s and there was only pure hatred there. She didn’t even look sorry for what she was being accused of, “I was helping! I was taking care of her! You know me, Steve!”

Steve didn’t believe her and you hated that you didn’t either. Was she really capable of something like this? All because of jealousy? Jealousy over a life that you didn’t even want. 

“You weren’t even supposed to be in my house!” You watched as Steve cocked the gun, “You’re lucky I walked in when I did. If you had gotten away with hurting my little Margaret, I would’ve dismembered you piece by piece and I would've enjoyed it. Consider this a blessing.”

“Steve, don’t-” You pressed yourself into Bucky, trying to protect the crying child in your arms as the gun went off and the blonde woman fell limp. 

Steve tucked the weapon into his belt, his muscle still tense, as he tried not to contain whatever emotions were coursing through him, “Early start today. Everyone get to work!” Steve shouted to every citizen who was listening, “And get her body off my fucking street!”

Silence fell over the small town of Liberty. 

+

Hope you enjoyed! Let me know your thoughts and predictions!

[weeb-writor]

Babysitting Aizawa’s 6... no 10 Nieces and Nephews

Hey There! Today we have the second part to the Aizawa fic I posted a few days ago! It can act as a stand alone so don't worry if you haven't read the first one! Ill try to post it here but I'm new at this. Also isn't much Shouta x you in this, just domestic fluff! More a set up for the loving in the next work, I hope you'll still read it anyway. Reader is neutral and I hope you all enjoy!

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Aizawa Shouta x Reader

Aizawa’s mom goes into the hospital for an emergency surgery and all his siblings turn to you to watch their kids, but you don't remember there names let alone their kids.

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Part One  Part Two  Part Three  Part Four  Part Five

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You look a bit of mess currently. You were sitting at home in your pj’s with about 20 pictures scattered around you and 20 pieces of paper. You looked like one of those crazy conspiracies theorists. When in reality you were only trying to learn your boyfriend's family’s names and likes, in preparation for Christmas of course. It was not going so well all you could remember was Saika was the eldest sister but which sister was she exactly? You looked between the two pictures on the table. None of the Aizawa’s age so that didn’t give away and you couldn’t remember if she had the long hair or the bob. 

“God help me.” You mumbled with a sigh as you threw your head back. By some great miracle a phone call pulled you from the task. Surprised to see it was Aizawa you picked it up with a smile.

“Hey baby.” He said

“What’s up love? Aren’t you in class?” You said a tiny bit concerned.

“Should be but my mom’s going in for some emergency surgery, so me and my family are going up there.” 

“Oh, are you alright?? Do you want me to come?” You rushed out to him

“No, and I’m fine. It’s a fairly low risk surgery from what I’m told. There is of course something you could do for me.” He said lowly

“And that would be?” 

“My siblings need someone to watch their gremlins and I had the perfect person in mind.” He said with a light chuckle. You knew right away who this mysterious person was. Part of you wanted to say no because it was a lot of young kids but the other part of you knew you were gonna say yes.  Even if he didnt say so, Aizawa was worried and he didn’t need to be stuck watching the kids, none of them did.

“Yes, of course! Tell your siblings to bring them to my place. I got a few toys from babysitting years ago.” You said getting up to get ready.

“You're a lifesaver.” He said fondly

“Says the hero, I love you babe, everything is gonna be fine and of course be safe.” You told him

“Love you more, kitty cat. You’ll be great, see you when I get home.” He said hanging up. Well now you were panicking. How many kids were there again? What about their parents? You couldn’t even remember their names. How are you supposed to greet them? Holy shit what did you get yourself into is all you could think as you rushed to clean your house. You were barely finished when the first knock came, you opened the door with a small smile.

“L/N!” A tall black haired man said. He looked like Shouta no doubt but he had an undercut and was taller.

“Please call me Y/N.” You smiled at him.

“Aww, you're too sweet! Seriously, how did Shouta end up with you?! Anyway, This is Haru and Jun, they are gonna be good little boys for you, right?” He paused as the boys nodded. “Thank you so much we should all be back to pick the kids at 10!” He said as he started to leave. You waved him off and showed the boys in.

“Alright! So I’ve got a few toys and I think i've got all the cartoon channels. I want to make sure we get all your cousins here first before we do something really fun.” You said to the little boys who immediately went to sit on your couch and watch the cartoons that were playing. You let out a huge sigh of relief. It was done prematurely as a knock at the door was heard. You opened it to reveal his two sisters which was which you didn't know.

“L/N you sweet little lifesaver! This is the rest of them except Rei, Daisuke, and Maki. They all walk together from school, we let them know to come here so don't worry about walking to go get them. Also, only two of them are still in diapers so you should be fine! Thank you so much, love.” The shorter one rushed out before she left, pulling her sister with her. You looked done at the baby that had somehow got into your hands.  Alright this one was obviously in diapers, the one grasping on to your pant leg barely standing up was probably the other one in diapers. Okay you were now surrounded by um.. 6 six kids, maybe more you weren't sure. 

“Okay, now that we're all here, wanna play a game? It's really fun I promise.” You said with a cute little smile but you were lying. You only wanted them to introduce themselves and say who their parents were. You had no idea how to make it fun.

“What kind of game?” A little girl asked, wait you knew this one! She was the only young girl when you first met all the siblings, it was Nozomi, right?

“A umm…. A… A scavenger hunt! Yeah! We're all gonna introduce ourselves and then get into groups by who your Mama's and Papa’s are and see who can find all the treasures first! Whoever wins gets a super cool prize.” You said hoping they didn't ask too many questions about the game you just made up. Which they didn't they all were giggling and saying incoherent things excited to play.

“We’ll go first since we're the oldest. Im Haru.” The tallest one with his hair pulled back into a ponytail said. “I is Jun! Our papa is Shiori! Can we play now??” The cute little blonde one said. Okay 2 down, Tall and hair pulled back is Haru, Small and blonde is Jun, they are both Shiori kids. 

“Oh us next, us next! I'm Tetsuya, that's Umi, my lil sister, and Yukio is the one on your pants. My mama is Shizumi!” The boy said. He was a cute pudgy boy with black hair that covered his eyes. Umi, the little girl had her dark blue hair in two pigtails on top of her head.  Lastly the little boy holding on to your pants also had black hair but it was super curly.

“L/N, Oni-chans at school and Taiyo is too small.” Nozomi said with teary eyes. Okay so the one in your hand is Taiyo, another one of Saika kids. Okay you got this. You made it through all 7 kids, you would worry about the 3 at school later.

“Its alright me and you can be a team okay?” You said as she beamed up at you nodding. Alright with that you went to place the sleeping Taiyo on your bed. You left the door open so you could hear if he started to cry or moved around too much. You took a sheet and made a makeshift sling for… Yukio, right! 

“Okay so there are 3 hidden treasures around the house! One is a pink treasure chest filled with jewelry and prizes. The other is a huge blue fluffy whale, be careful it may bite! Lastly, there are 2 little lions wandering sound, we gotta catch. I'm gonna get you guys nets of course! First one to get all of these things and show me them gets a super cool prize!” You said as they erupted into cute tiny roars!

“Okay here are your nets! May the best team win!” You smiled at them as they took off. You felt a little bad for the Aizawa cats you had just set up to be chased but something told you they wouldn't mind. They were always so attention hungry this would probably please them.

“Okay then, lets go Nozomi!” You said grasping the young girl's hand. You knew where everything was of course so you just followed her around. Only helping her when you heard kids getting close to the hiding spots or helping her try to catch the cat. You guys had been playing for about an hour now, only needing to catch the cats who caught onto the game and were running for their lives.

“Kitty cat c’mere!” Jun said as he chased the gray cat around.

“Yeah! We jus wanna win.” Haru said following his brother. You laughed as the cat gently pawed at boys. Now that you were thinking about it there were so many boys in this family. Only 5 girls out of all these boys, Aizawa’s genes were strong for boys. You didn't get long to think before you saw a flash and heard a camera click. You turned to see 3 older children one with a camera.

“Oh man, Uncle Shouta is gonna be so happy.” The girl said with a smile. She looked to be about 12 and was blonde, if you had to guess she was Jun and Harus’s older sister. There were two boys next her one was probably the oldest of all the kids.

“Sorry for letting ourselves in, we were just knocking for a while and you didn't answer.” The older one said as they bowed.

“No no it's quite alright! Sorry for not answering, my hands are a little full!” You said as you had Taiyo still slung around your back and Umi squirming in your hands. 

“Yeah, we can see that!”

“Daisuke! Rei! We gotta catch the kitties so I can win a prize.” Nozomi said, rushing off to her brothers. You made a mental note of who was who.

“Oh no problem! Uncle sho’s cats are easy to catch.” Rei said and he was right, you just had to know how. He went over to the counter and got the cat treats and sprinkled a few on the floor. The cats came running and began eating as fast as they could. He then took the blanket/net and put it over the 2 cats and picked them up, they compiled so easily it was almost comical.

“Oh! Yay! I wins right?? I get the prize!” She said dancing around you.

“Yes you do! I should go get dinner ready but you can pick anything you want to take home.” You said booping her nose. She did a little gig before taking off like she knew what wanted.

“Alright, who wants to help with dinner!” You called to the kids you roared with agreement, racing to the kitchen

“Oh you three would you mind helping and introducing yourselves?” You asked as you took out a few different ingredients.

“Oh yeah! No problem! Im Daisuke, the eldest of all the Aizawa’s cousins. First year in high school actually! This is my little brother Rei, he is a middle schooler. Then the girl snapping pictures is Maki-chan she’s the closest to my age! Oh, Saika is my mom and uncle Shiori is Maki’s dad. What can we do to help out.” He said with a smile.

“I think they said introduce yourself but whatever.” Maki mumbled kind of chest fallen. You only laughed and pointed out what they could do while you helped the kids and before long boom, dinner was done. You might have to convince Aizawa to have kids soon cause they were actually helpful. You all set the table and sat down to eat, almost forgetting about Nozomi.

“Can I have this!” She rushed to you holding a black cat plushie that had red eyes. Aizawa had given it to you when he went on a mission that pulled him from home for a month. You gave a small smile to her.

“Of course! I said you could have anything you wanted, I meant it. Let's eat right now then you can go snuggle and lay down.” You said moving to pick her up and help her to the table. Your table of course wasn't big enough so the big kids were in the living room, the younger kids ate with you and the babies you fed first were now napping. You let out a breath, it was 7:30. They should be done by 10:00 at the latest and the younger kids would be asleep by 8:30, so you could say you had this in the bag. Dinner was peaceful to your surprise and now you were all washing up and laying down on the makeshift beds you made in the living room. Maki was taking pictures as you had put all the younger children into your shirts, it was quite a sight to behold.

“Alright everyone lay down!” You yelled as you grabbed the youngest and began rocking him back and forth. 

“We is ready” Umi said as she snuggled into her blankets

“Ready for what?” You asked cautiously.

“When we visit uncle Sho’ta he tells us ‘tories at nighty time.” Tetsuya slurred to you.

“Oh, okay then…. Um. Once upon a time there was a pretty Pink cat, who lived in a kingdom full of all kinds of cats. One day he got curious and left the safety of his kingdom. He went into a forest and everything was fine until he bumped into a big huge black wolf. He wanted to run back into the safety of his kingdom but the icy glare of the wolf kept him still. The wolf slowly opened its jaws…. Showing off its rows of bone crushing smile. The pink cat thought it was over for him until the Wolf smiled at him. ‘Your a little far from home, huh? Its okay I get lost sometimes! I can take you home.’ The wolf said, her tail starting to wag. The cat didn't know what made him say yes but he did. He continued to say yes time and time again, long after they had become friends. He said yes so many times to the cat he thought he might run out of yes’s to give. But when the wolf asked him to leave the safety of his kingdom behind and run around the world with him, though it frightened him. He said yes again without hesitation. And that's how the pretty pink cat learned to fly.” You said, it was a cheesy story with no real plot but it worked. You looked around to see everyone sleeping even the bigger kids. You let out a breath you didn't know you were holding. You looked at the lot one more time before you went to work on something you had been meaning to all day. You continued to work on it even as 10 o’clock hit and you said goodbye to the kids one by one. Only stopping when a familiar set of hands wrapped around your waist. 

“What’s this, kitty?” Aizawa asked as he kissed your neck sweetly.

“Ahh, nothing much! Just a family tree with pictures and the things about your family.” You said as you stated proudly at your work.

“Oh that's sweet. I saw the pictures Maki took and that you let Nozomi have your cat, I know it was special to you.” He said nuzzling further into your chest.

“It's fine, I told her she could have anything and to be honest, I'm wrapped around every single last one of them’s thumb and I would do anything for them so it really was nothing.” You said playing with his hands.

“God, I love you, how did I end up with you? I mean god I just love you. Let's get in bed. I wanna cuddle you, Right. Now.” He said turning you around and picking you up.

“Yes, sir.” You said clinging to him like a koala.

“Oh and babe, you got Shizumi and Saika mixed up.” He said into your hair.

“GOD DAMMIT”

[morganas-pendragons]

My Heart (It’s Impenetrable) | Crosshair

this is my first time writing for the bad batch that didn’t involve skip, please be gentle.

this might be kind of OC but i added another prompt i thought of to this after drafting the beginning, but i hope you enjoy anyway!

***

There’s something odd that stirs in his chest when you’re around. Crosshair is renowned for his ability to detach himself from feeling things. He doesn’t care enough to acknowledge his own feelings. Not them, not his trauma, not much of anything at this point. There is his vode and the mission. 

The times he allows himself to feel things is when he’s nestled against the curve of a hill, sniper rifle poised on his shoulder, completely in his element with his weapon and the enemy in his line of sight. He’s renowned in the GAR for being able to take out targets at hundreds of feet that most of the natborn snipers would dream of being able to do. 

Crosshair doesn’t particularly care about them, or the regs, or the opinions of others in general. There’s his vode - The Bad Batch - and that’s it. They are the ones who hold his attention and his concern, when warranted.

The regs think he doesn’t have a heart.

He doesn’t really realize he does until you show up. Well, when you do.. the renowned sniper has a startling realization. That heart of his? It’s not nearly as impenetrable as he believed it to be. 

It doesn’t matter. Clones are bred with the thought of not feeling. He mastered that as a cadet. Prides himself on it.

  “Hello Crosshair.”

He’s pretty sure your tiny, bright self that shines like a beacon wherever you go is going to make him contemplate breaking that pride. 

*** 

The first time it happens, he’s angry. Feigns anger. You’re this little slip of a medic - he takes to calling you Slip which makes his brothers laugh - assigned to be with The Bad Batch by the GAR. They’re not particularly fond of GAR officers in general, but you were assigned to them due to their dire lack of a medic and the fact that they encounter some of the most dangerous missions out of all the clone battalions that serve on the front lines of a war. 

He’s exiting The Havoc Marauder when you sprint past him, hopping up onto the tips of your toes - he sees a flash of black, probably your medical wear you’d donned when tending to Hunter in the med bay - before pressing the ghost of a kiss against his cheek and laughing brightly as you ran away.

Crosshair is too stunned to move. Tech knows his brother, knows how he’s been told that feeling is a weakness, how he used to get harassed by the regs during their cadet years for it. 

He also knows how starved of contact they all are. How badly they crave people. You don’t take crap from anyone - much less them, despite how tiny you are you are also assertive and firm - if you don’t agree, they will know it. If you think they’re being reckless and careless with how much their lives matter to you, they will know it. 

  “Cross?” Tech knows better then to lay a tentative hand on his shoulder, but Crosshair shakes himself out of his reverie to face his younger brother. “C’mon. Our weapons need to be modified and cleaned.” 

The barrels of his sniper rifle are caked in dust. 

He tries not to think of you as he disassembles and reassembles that rifle until his fingers hurt and his eyes are crossing and the pieces are gleaming with how hard he’s scrubbed them, but he’s-kriff. 

Kriff. 

***

The second time, he actually snaps and you’re on the receiving end of it. It’s not intentional, but when you do it in the aftermath of a mission that nearly took his head from a small group of commandos he nearly missed, he’s seething with his failure and you’re just trying to help, he knows that. 

He’s still mad. 

  “Cross-” Your eyes betray your fear as his skin still burns from your kiss, and the Sniper glowers as he pins you against the wall of the Marauder. The brothers have left the premises to resupply in the marketplace over the hill, and the two of you had offered to remain behind to watch the ship and your bounty. “Crosshair, put me down. Now.” 

It’s not often you use that tone of voice with him. Maybe he did step over the line. 

  “Slip.” He snaps. “I need you to-” 

  “What? Need me to what?” 

You’re angry too. He hasn’t been able to read your intentions since you joined their merry band of misfits, but Crosshair has always been the most perceptive - beside Hunter - and so he sees you. Everything you do. The gentle way you approach The Batch as the humans they are, not just the clones, and how you always know what’s wrong before you even tend to them. The way you never talk down to Wrecker. The way you listen to Tech babble on incoherently about something you don’t particularly care about. When Hunter needs a second pair of eyes and it’s 3 AM, you’re so bone tired you could sleep for years, but you drag yourself out of bed just to help him. 

Remarkable. 

  “I need you to stop making me feel things.” He harshly releases you from his grasps and begins pacing the ground in front of where you stand. “This thing you keep doing, have been doing since we met you, I-I need it to end. It’s driving me insane!” 

Your frown makes his head spin. He’s thought long and hard about this, about how you somehow wormed your way into his head and remained there, and the last thing he wants to do is hurt you. 

 “Crosshair.” You reply calmly. “In case you are blind, did you ever consider that I might like you?”

His first question, almost immediately: why? What the kriff is there to like about him? 

  “Well, uh.. no.” 

  “Secondly-” 

  “Where was the firstly?” 

You glare daggers at him to shut him up. His lips quirk upward in the barest hint of a smile. He doesn’t really smile.. not the way you probably want him to. “Cross, you’re remarkable. Really. I talked with Hunter about this when we met because there’s just something about you that’s so alluring..” You move forward and tilt your head upward to meet his gaze. “I can’t figure out what it is. Is it the saltiness? The armor? The way you can just take out people without so much as a breadth of hesitation?” 

  “Slip, did you just call me salty?” 

  “Yes. What are you going to do about it?” 

You are totally caught off guard when he looks back and forth, glances down, and then kisses you on the cheek.

  “That.” 

Hunter asks you upon their return from the market if your cheeks have been burned by the sun because they’re so red. Meanwhile, Cross sits inside of the Havoc Marauder and smirks as he peers down the sight of his sniper rifle and begins to disassemble it. 

If a kiss was all it took to shut you up, he would’ve gotten over his impenetrable heart - the same heart you wormed your way into and made a home there - and done it a long time ago. 

[shortyisweird9]

'Lonely ghost serie'

Building bridges- part IV

Tw⚠️: swearing

Corpse was panicking, his heart beating in his chest as his legs moved him one part of his secret room to the other.

The reason for his panick? You.

He wanted to speak with you more, he enjoyed the slightly pessimistic but still loveable personality you have, the voice changer being something he was curious about.

Why did you wear it? Do you really hate your voice? Or did something happened and now you are ashamed of it or were you more concerned about keeping the anonymity of your presence? The possibilities were endless and so the kind of message he wants to send you.

Should he say just hi? Should he introduce himself in a longer paragraph? Should he just...send you a meme? His mind inclined towards that more: I mean if she doesn't like memes, she isn't the one.

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You woke up with a startle when your phone decided to go off. You swore beneath your breath, your joints popping as you reach for your phone placed on the desk in front of you. Didi wasn't with you and right now you were too tired to care for it.

You moved your hair out of your face hissing when part of it tugged on your piercings. Your eyes leaking from the pain.

-Pentru numele Lui Dumnezeu.("For the love of God.")

You puffed your cheeks and closed your eyes when your head made the unfortunate contact with your bed frame, it seemed today was not your day.

You were send this:

"What the fuck?"

You giggled as you tried to come up with a response on your own.

You hoped this was the real Corpse not some fan account who tried to masquerade as him, last thing you need was some stranger to invade your private accounts.

You didn't made an account just for ghost since you didn't want to start a channel anyway. You have a lot on your plate between organising the festival and your numerous assignments, you didn't have the mental capacity and energy to entertain a mass of people even thought the idea interested you.

But leaving Corpse unanswered was a crime so you started to dig up through memes that will be matching his response.

Corpse in the meantime was freaking out, cursing at himself for thinking you wanted to chat with him. You already were a reserved person how dare he disturb your peace, how dare he comes in your DMs to only message you a lame ass-

Oh, you send him something back.

'You liked avocados, right? :))'

His heart melted for a bit but wait...he never said anything about avocados in that stream, he barely talked actually preferring to hear you tease and blame others. Does that...DOES THAT MEAN YOU WATCH HIS VIDEOS?

His hands shook in excitement, the smile in his face growing that means you probably liked him enough to continue to chat with him and he couldn't be more eager to.

'Yeah. I like pineapples too.'

'Pineapples? Even on pizza?'

'Especially on pizza!'

":)))). Okay, pineapple boy. I mean I don't personally like pineapples, I think I might be allergic to them actually but still...my mom likes pineapple on pizza tho."

'Sorry to hear that ,what fruits do you like ?'

Really, ' what fruits do you like'? Oh my fucking God , I swear to-

He facepalmed himself before paying attention to your conversation once again.

'Well,um I like peaches,bananas and mango and green grapes. Man, now I crave a bowl of peaches.'

'Mother I crave PeAcHeS.'

'Lol, yeah. Violence too.'

'Oh?'

'My neighbours been having a fucking sex orgy from how loud they were. Motherfuckers planning a milk farm.'

'Oh my god-ahahaha'

You sighed as you imagine him laughing, your knees melting everytime you heard him chuckle incoherently when he fails to swipe the card. Someone so precious,damn you need to be illegal.

'Up to play today?' He asked you.

You bit your thumb's nail,did you? I mean sure but your nerves were already extended to the max. Yesterday you went through an anxiety attack, but...

"Fuck it."

'Sure, I will love to.'

':) I'll send you the invitation soon.'

You sighed loudly as you held the phone as if it was the anchor that kept you from floating away. Smiling like an idiot.

Definitely, no one is allowed to make me feel this way.

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You remained silent as you held in the pain from hitting your right knee on the chair's holders.

"Hello! Ghost?"

It was Corpse and he sounded excited,was it because of you? Nah, he is just in a better mood.

You couldn't except the idea of someone loving you truthfully as more than a friend, you couldn't let yourself believe you are worthy of such love ,not from an angel like him.

"Y-Yeah, hold on. Auch, fir-ai tu de scaun!" You cursed forgetting that your mic was on and that Corpse couldn't understand you.

"Ah, what?"

Aw,shit. Here we go again...

"H-Hi ah I mean ,hello. Yeah, hello...Corpse."

"Hello to you too goofball. What was that you said?"

"Umm..."

----------------------------------------------

"So you were basically cursing out a chair?"

"He hit me first."

"Honey, baby, a chair cannot hit you. It's just an object, a piece of furniture. "

"Easy for you to say, your chair didn't send you flying on numerous times."

You both laughed at the stupidity of the situation, you certainly didn't think that Corpse will be the one who will finally notice your ongoing drama with the chair.

"I am just saying , if I am found murdered, you know who to blame."

He rolled his eyes at you. Such a drama queen.

"Why did I thought you were American tho? Rae never mention anything about this and you even have an accent. "

"Is it Russian?"

"No, but it's there."

"Some people thought I have a lisp. I mean they are not wrong ,I have a gap in my teeth but still..."

"Probably, anyway ready to hang out with the rest?"

"Y-Yeah."

"Hey,hey. Calm down, I am nervous just like you."

"Even when you know them?"

You hated how vulnerable you sounded but he loved it every second because it meant you trust him to show your nervousness with him. To show a version some bitches may find pathetic, but not him. Never him.

"Well, it's not exactly easy to play when a beautiful woman is by your side."

Ah! You sneaky little-

"Well, that goes both ways you know? Now lead the way, gorgeous. I want to see just how flustered I can make you."

The Adam's apple in his neck trembled as he swallowed his shock, the voice changer did nothing to hide the flirtation and mischief in your tone. It only accentuated them.

"Y-Yes ,ma'am. "

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"BOOYAH! That's how you do it! Man ,Corpse I wish I could high five you."

You jumped back into your chair, basking in his sounds of happiness and the sounds of disappointment of the others.

"Oh,man!"

"Sucks to suck, Sykkuno."

Another wave of 'huh' send you laughing head back.

"Aw,man. Not you too, Corpse."

"YOU CORRUPTED HIM!" Pooki accused you.

"No comment. Anyway ,guys, I seriously need to sleep tomorrow I have a huge lesson to attend to."

"That's sucks."

"Tell me about it." You giggled, your hands clasped into each other." Goodnight, guys."

"But it's--"

Oops , sorry Grease.

You stretched, your legs and lower back hurting from sitting in the same crossed position for 2 and a half hours.

A bing brought you from the realm of thoughts. It was from Corpse.

'I hope you had fun playing with us. :)'

'I did! Thanks for inviting me.'

'Of course! Hey, umm... can I ask you something?'

You titled your head, what could he want at 3 in the morning?

'Can we talk more tomorrow?'

Oh.

'Of course. Got me worried there for a second, I thought I did something wrong. '

'What no! You are fine.'

'Okay :)). Night.💗'

He sent you a voice message.

"Good night, baby."

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Hey guys!💖

Hope you liked the fourth part of the serie. If you have any questions, ask away. Memes are obviously not mine, I don't have the talent.

Btw. What's your zodiac sign? Answer if you'll like.

Stay safe!💗

Tagged 💖: @moolujk @magenta-skyline @yoyoanaria @cherry-piee @simonsbluee @gaysludge @yikesyikesyikes95

[wendibird]

SPN 15X14 Observations

So, for whatever dumbass reason, when trying to use my actual television, the cable refuses to work properly 8 times out of 10. BUT I was able to stream tonight’s episode on my computer with my cable network’s app. So, there’s that. Because of that, and since it’s easier for me to type on my keyboard than on my phone, I actually took quick notes and observations during commercial breaks. Here are those, then some more of my thoughts following. (And I’m sorry if any of these seem a bit incoherent. They were more my observations to myself. *LOL*  

(everything else under the keep reading line since I got a bit rambly, and just in case anyone wants to avoid spoilers)

- Brothers being written a bit like characters of themselves rather than just themselves. (trying too hard?)

- Love Mrs. Butters. Actress really good. And the minor ret-con works with what we've seen.

- Sam more concerned about Jack. I think he understands him better, even though he hasn't seen much of him.

- "Ignoring your trauma doesn't make you healthy." (or something like that.) Good quote!

- Waiting for the catch.

- "Enjoy the world you're fighting for." (compare with Kevin's similar line: "I can't enjoy a world I need to save.")

- Mrs. Butters knows Jack isn't human.

- BOY did the shoe drop! But it was Sinclaire involved. Not surprised he took advantage of her natural protective nature.

- Wanted more plot for WHY exactly they still have Thor's Hammer. Have they had it this whole time? Last we saw Sam dropped it in 8X2. Or did Mrs. Butters conjure it up because they might need it? Was cool though that Sam was using it. Because we already know he can.

- Jack figured out on his own how to use the projector. (love that boy!)

- liked hearing him talk about what happened with Mary and how he feels.

- Mrs. Butters knows from experience about needing "second chances" I think.

- Why were they ALWAYS wearing the same clothes during the "We got one!" montages? Assuming it was supposed to have taken place over several days at least if not longer. (I highly doubt they went out on THAT many hunts in one day.)

- Yeeeah... So I get she's protective, but JACK IS BABY! She can clearly see his power levels but she has to have seen how he he actually IS? But she gave him the smoothies from the start, so she's been planning it from almost the start. Hrm.

- idk what anyone else says, I'm thrilled that Sam and Eileen had a date. Also, THIS is where that sweater-vest comes from. Bet we'll see him going for his gun too. (That clip was hotly debated in one of the discord servers I’m on)

- Dean is obviously still having some issues with Jack, but he also seems to know that they're his personal issues and he knows that Jack is good. (Expanding on this thought post episode, I was seeing this as Dean recognizing the difference between what he knows and what he’s feeling. So, yey! Personal growth!)

- DEAN JACK IS NOT A BATTERING RAM!!!

- Dean sees Jack as a weapon. He used him as a battering ram. He'll use him as a grenade to throw at Chuck. (More on this after the notes.)

- Sam sees him as a person. His argument was that Jack was someone he cared about. That killing him would HURT him.

- Also, did they HAVE to go for the fingernails again?!

- Poor Sam, getting tortured. And being the "favorite" of something bad.

- Also, SAM WAS RIGHT! To be cautious of her at first. Too many times he's had things/people seem good and turn out opposite.

- And because Dean had decided it was all okay, they both stopped looking up on her.

- Maybe Sam will realize that he doesn't always have to follow Dean's lead. He can pursue his own paths. (Not talking about them separating. Just, if he wants to look into something, he should do it. If he wants to follow a different lead, he should check it out.)

- I know he lost a lot of confidence last season but I hope he realizes that he doesn't by default make bad decisions.

- Okay, that was a good resolution. I'm glad she's going back to her people.

- Interdimensional geoscope: Dean saw nothing. Because ALL the other universes are gone. *sad-face*

- Love Sam and Jack. Wish we got a bit more. But it was something.

- Also love that Dean tried. That felt real to me. (the birthday cake)

More thoughts! 

So. Overall I liked this episode. It was lighthearted mostly, but touched on some serious topics and wasn’t completely disconnected with what is going on with everyone, despite the random holiday montage. *LOL* (Yes, I know she wasn’t bending time or anything, she was just choosing to celebrate some holidays with her boys regardless of when this is all taking place exactly.) It did feel a bit to me, at the start anyway, like the writing at least was trying too hard to “Sound like Sam and Dean” instead of just them being them. I mentioned that at the start but what I mean is, in this season especially (but not exclusively) I’ve noticed a lot of times where it feels to me like the writing/directing/whatever leads to the sum total of what we see is trying too hard to present this idea of who the characters are, like caricatures of them. The things associated with them get emphasized, sometimes out of proportion. Though in this episode, it only felt like that during the opening scene and maybe a few places elsewhere. Overall I thought the writing and especially the acting on the parts of the main 3 guys and the guest actor were well done and had a lot of nuance when needed. Like, as an example, when Sam and Dean sussed out that this being that they didn’t even know was a bit behind the times, they were actually pretty gentle with bringing her up to speed. And her reaction to realizing that everyone she knew before was dead felt very real. 

I liked what we saw of where each of the characters were emotionally this episode. It was the first one after Jack has been re-souled and it had definitely been weighing on my mind how everyone was doing. (Though I REALLY wish we could have actually seen Sam and Dean’s reactions to Jack tearfully begging their forgiveness last episode. But lacking any other input, I’m headcannoning that Sam gave him a very long, warm hug.)  

I also agree with Sam, I think there’s something more that Jack hasn’t told them yet, probably some details about Billy’s plan that he or her are sure the brothers won’t like. (Now, what exactly that could be is very much up in the air. I can think of quite a few options, but the details aren’t really important to me just now. Just the fact that something about it is weighing on Jack. More than just Mary’s death and the prospect of having to kill God. Which, in and of themselves would be more than enough.) 

Speaking of Sam, I liked that we saw all those little nods to how he feels about Jack, how he’s still worried about him, and seems to understand him. 

I also get where Dean’s coming from. And I thought it was well-portrayed. And let me just say, I am GLAD that he just outright told Jack where he was at. He didn’t sugarcoat it, but he also didn’t blow up at him, or reply with sarcasm or bring up other, unrelated stuff. Dean knows that Jack is trying, but he himself has some emotional stuff he needs to deal with. That he is dealing with. And it’s going to take him some time. 

I do however stand by my observation made during the episode that at least at that point in it, Dean considered Jack a weapon. An asset. He literally used him as a battering ram, and in a more meta way, he’s planning on using him as a grenade to throw at God. Even when arguing with Mrs. B about it, his response was in reference to Jack’s usefulness. Whereas Sam was arguing that Jack meant something to him, that he cared about him, and hurting Jack would hurt him. Now, I do think that Dean’s POV had shifted a bit by the very end. Dean’s love language has almost always been shown by doing things for people, and taking care of them. So him making that birthday cake for Jack really felt to me like him trying to tell him that he does actually care about him. And I think Jack got it. And true, the cake might not have been as neat and pretty as Mrs. B would have made it, but I thought it was beautiful because of all the thought that went into it. (Dean’s more of a cook than a baker too.) 

As a side note, something I thought about after the episode: when Mrs. B stepped in, she kind of took over that care-taker role. AND the research role. She made them lunches, cooked them dinners, decorated for holidays, and overall made them feel comfortable and safe. And she also pin-pointed where monsters were and made sure they were all stocked-up and ready to go. All they had to do was show up and get it done. And yeah, it must have been a nice break from the norm. But I also think about how much Dean finds his identity beyond hunting in taking care of people. And how much Sam finds his identity in researching and figuring things out. And with her doing that, they both took it easy on those ends. Dean didn’t have to make burgers for everyone since Mrs. B made a roast. Sam didn’t have to research since she could tell them where the monsters were and what kind. I almost wonder if both of them were starting to feel like those parts of themselves were all of a sudden unnecessary. (Which makes me a little sad, because it reminds me a bit of the “two cakes” concept in fandom. Who cares if someone else can “do it better”? If you do it, then there’ll be even more of the good thing!)  And as I observed above, Sam also stopped looking into HER. I mean, he didn’t even know what would kill a wood nymph. And I do think part of that also goes back to him having recently fallen back on letting Dean make the big decisions. Because last season so many of his blew up in his face. (Though I don’t think most of that was his fault. But Sam tends to blame himself for a lot.) And I do hope that maybe he’ll remember that he does have good instincts when he listens to them. And he can keep looking into something even if Dean thinks it’s fine. It’s not a betrayal to be prepared. 

ALSO! Being the absolute Saileen hoe that I am, even though we didn’t Eileen in this episode, I was thrilled that Sam went out on a date with her because she was in town! And true, we don’t know what all went down, but regardless, I see it as good that they’re at the very least still friends, and that hopefully Eileen is sorting out her own feelings vs whatever she might think could be Chuck’s manipulations. Even if Saileen isn’t Engame (and honestly, as much as I love it, I don’t think it will be) I would still like for them to be on good terms with each other. (And for her to NOT get fridged again!) 

Another thing I was pondering afterwards and a bit during: I wasn’t surprised that Sam held up to the torture fairly well. I mean, it still obviously hurt! (And again, WHY with the fingernails again?! As someone in one of my discord servers mentioned, we didn’t need THAT particular call-back to the Christmas Episode of Season 3!) But he was listening to what she was saying. And he understood the implications that she had been tortured into acting how they wanted her to act. And Sam understands torture, and how it can mess someone up. And despite what she had done to him, and was trying to still do, he validated what she had been through. He empathized with her. And that.... it’s just SO Sam! 

I will say that the resolution felt a little... abrupt. Like, her expression had changed a little during the fight/argument. Then back from the commercial break and she’s all packed-up and ready to leave and they’re all saying goodbye and wishing her well. I feel like there might have been some more scenes or parts of scenes that were originally there connecting things up more, but were cut for time.

I wouldn’t say this was a groundbreaking episode, but it WAS fun, and it did have some seriousness at it’s core, and I think it did what it needed to do. 

(And I apologize if this is just a big rambling mess. I’m not used to doing structured episode reviews. *LOL* Feedback and opinions are welcome though!)