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wonderland-in-bloom · 5 years ago

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if only

[malleus draconia x reader]

@geodraconia asked: Hey there ! Love your writing ~❤ Can you write a piece for Malleus and a s/o who dies protecting him? They both loved each other but never confessed it and were always struggling.

good angsty fics for a good rainy day. also i wrote the whole fic on paper cuz i didn’t feel like typing it out on my laptop. it just gives me different vibes lolol~

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THE grueling memories ate at him. it clawed at him. it hurt him, demanding to be felt. he would spend the cold, lonely nights leaned against the fence of the ramshackle dorm. the place where he and the love of his life first met. he reminisced on the bitter yet sweet memories of him and his love. why did he even go back to that broken down dorm even when he knew it was no longer abandoned? why did he even go back every night to meet the human who would soon steal his heart? why did he even help them when they were in need? why did he even fall in love..? his love’s soothing voice still rung in his ears. “malleus...” how his name would gracefully escape their lips and be heard as a blissful melody to his hears.

you were his world. and he was yours. he would give anything and everything he had to be able to have you be beside him once more. after all, he never got to say the three words to come out of his mouth. those three word beings a declaration of admiration and affection, “i love you”. tonight however, was different. tonight had been a night of dread. a night where he got reminded who’s fault it truly was that you were now gone.

“malleus please listen to me! it’s all too suspicious! do you not see?” you pleaded him to stay. malleus had received a letter from an anonymous sender. the letter consisted of an invitation for him to meet this anonymous sender at 5 pm in an unknown location to malleus. “(y/n), please. there’s a possibility it might be something important.” he replied. you didn’t agree with decision. you knew he practically had a target painted on his back. you knew the many enemies he had as it came with his infamous title. “it’s worrying! the letter told you not to take lilia, silver, or sebek with you! please! how does this not sound suspicious at all to you?!” you grabbed his hand, trying to pull him back and hopefully just make him listen to more of your words. he thrashed his hand and pulled it away from you.

“(y/n) why do you even bother?” although he didn’t raise his voice, you were able to tell from his tone that it was cold and menacing even. because i care about you, those words almost slipped out. “well...it’s because...” you really couldn’t answer. you really didn’t know what to answer. “if you don’t even have an answer then why should you bother?” malleus hissed as he left the room. tears pricked the corner of your eyes. your suspicions still stood and you took it upon yourself to run as fast as your feet could take you and chase after malleus. malleus stood there in an unfamiliar are which was a clearing surrounded by trees and a dark forest. he examined his surroundings while waiting for the anonymous sender to show up.

“draconia.” a hooded figure stepped out from the shadows and presented himself in front of malleus. he recognized him. of course he did. he would recognize that face anywhere. it was his fated enemy, a student from royal sword academy. “i want nothing to do with you.” he started to turn away before the figure cleared their throat. “this rivalry has to end.” malleus stopped in his tracks. “excuse me?” his rival stepped forward towards malleus. “this has gone on for far too long!” you popped your head out from the trees to be able to witness the scene unravel in front of your very eyes. “i propose peace. i want this rivalry to end. what good has this rivalry brought onto us? it has brought both our sides nothing but disaster. i want that to stop today. please. i don’t want to see anyone suffer.”

the first thing that came up in malleus’s mind was you. he could imagine the smile on your face when he’d tell you how the rivalry had stopped. how happy you would be. now he felt guilty for treating you the way he did earlier. “so, what do you say? allies?” malleus hesitated. no matter how much he hated him, he wanted to do this for you. his precious (y/n). oh how you’ve made his heart gone soft. he turned around to gaze into his rival’s eyes. you couldn’t stop yourself from smiling. finally, the day arrived the stupid rivalry between the two of them was about to stop. while lost in your own thoughts, you could hear a click coming from a nearby distance to where you were standing. you were aghast to see the sight of many students from royal sword academy wielding crossbows with a red liquid coating the sharp edge of the arrow. you learnt well enough from professor crewel’s alchemy class, that the red liquid was one of the deadliest poisons which was able to kill anything, no matter how strong they were. an agonizing, painful death.

your breath hitched as your body was filled with the rush of adrenaline. you realized that the signal was going to be when malleus and his rival would shake hands..! malleus had already extended his hand to shake hands. you took off running in their direction as fast as you can. however it was too late. the arrows were released and you didn’t have enough time to warn him. “malleus..!” you stepped behind him, shielding him from the incoming arrows. your back faced the tree-line as you slowly started to feel a sharp, hot, piercing sensation on your back. he failed to comprehend what was going on as when he turned around, your back was covered with arrows, piercing through your skin and coated you in a layer of dark red. “(y/n)!” he caught you in his arms. blood trickled from your mouth but alas you kept a smile. “b-before...i do ha..have an answer....for you.” it was hard for you to breathe, let alone talk.

“i bo...bother...because...i...i care...about you, m..malleus!” it pained him to hear your words as you struggled to engulf large amounts of air as you could. it pained him to hear your usual sweet, alluring voice become so hoarse and lifeless. it pained him to hear you like this. a lump formed on the back of his throat, suffocating him. “no..no..! (y/n)! stay with me! please...” you felt yourself getting weaker and weaker, slipping away from life’s grasp by the second. “malleus...” with your weak, blood stained hands, you reached out to touch his face, for the last time. “i...i...i lo--” your eyes were struck with lifelessness as your hand grew limp, falling out of malleus’s reach and onto the ground. your final breath left your pale lips. you were gone. physically there but in all other aspects, missing. malleus had just witnessed his whole world crumble. tears streamed down his face. this couldn’t be real! this must be a nightmare! malleus held you close to his chest, sobs erupting from him.

all those who wielded the crossbows retreated, afraid what would happen to them. malleus growled as his eyes glowed a dangerous green laced with malicious intent. “some alliance..!” green flames erupted and burnt everything around him, getting rid of his rival and al his goons in the process. there was no end to this flame, there was no end to this pain. there was no end to this grief. there was no pain to this guilt. lilia, sebek, and silver arrived moments too late as the three saw his suffering figure which cradled your dead body in his arms. if only he had just listened. if only he didn’t let himself but so full of himself. if only he was able to admit to you and himself that he truly cared about you. it’s all my fault. if i just listened to you, none of this would have happened. (y/n)...i’m so sorry my love.

you were always ravishing in his eyes. both in life and in death. your body was encased in a glass coffin adorned with an array of flowers. malleus had cast a spell to prevent your body from ever decaying. even in your state, you still had a smile visible on your face. that was the same smile which you had when you parted with your love. malleus stood in front of your coffin placed in the middle of a secret garden he built just for you. in the past, he hoped that one day the two of you would spend time with each other in this secret garden of his, but now the circumstances were different. now one was lost in the depths of death while the other was roaming the living world however not feeling alive. “(y/n) my love...i’m so so so sorry.” he placed a blood red rose on top of your glass coffin. he bent down and kissed the coffin. “i’m so sorry. if only i wasn’t so dense. so stupid. so full of myself.”

“if only i realized sooner....things would’ve been different. if only i was able to tell you how much i love you. if only...”

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ok that was a tad bit angsty ehehehe. all that aside, i miss the comfort of writing in a proper notebook lol. i’ll make the drafts for all these fics in my book first i guess eheh

love, a♕

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artnerd1123 · 4 years ago

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Among Us: CR3WM8TS

Docked and Loaded ——————————————

The ship finally arrives at the newly established Sector G base on a new planet. Hopefully, start of work goes smoothly. Hopefully the logs are functioning well, too...

Among Us archive/askblog Fic chapters post

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once again i am chopping a chapter in half to keep it from getting too long. anyway!!! more normal crewmate troubles n dorkiness with some ominous vibes for Flavor (tm). hopefully the next part will come out sometime soon! enjoy this for now!

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Mission Log 10

Ship Model: SKELD D34-H120 Designation: SUPPLY TRANSPORT, EXPLORATION AND DOCUMENTATION OF SECTOR G PLANETS Crewmate Count: 9 Crewmate Colors: DARK GREEN, WHITE, PURPLE, DARK BLUE, YELLOW, RED, LIME, BLACK, PINK

Location: SECTOR G Ship Status: IN TRANSIT Course: PLANET 326-OCE-894 - SECTOR G Systems:

Navigation: COURSE INLAID / STABLE

Engines: UPPER - ONLINE, TANK 0.86 / LOWER - ONLINE, TANK 0.83 / OUTPUT ALIGNED

Reactor: ONLINE / FUNCTIONING OPTIMAL

O2: STABLE

Electrical: STABLE

Communications: ONLINE

Shields: ONLINE / FUNCTIONING OPTIMAL

Weapons: ONLINE / FUNCTIONING OPTIMAL

Security: CAMERAS ONLINE / ALL FUNCTIONAL

Administration: MAP ONLINE / CONNECTION SECURE / SHIP FILES UP TO DATE / ALL CREW ACCOUNTED FOR

Medbay: EQUIPMENT ONLINE / FUNCTIONAL / CREW FILES UP TO DATE

Supplies: [ONE] CRATES SHORT

Storage Chutes: CLEAR

Vents: CLEAR

Notes: Updates by PINK still taking well to system. Travel into sector G uneventful. Crew bonding time worked into today’s schedule, all crew in attendance for at least an hour. Crew performing normal activities.

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Mission Log 15

Location: SECTOR G Ship Status: DOCKED AT [PLANET 326-OCE-894 - SECTOR G] Course: N/A Systems:

Navigation: COURSE REACHED / STABLE

Engines: UPPER - ONLINE, TANK 0.72 / LOWER - ONLINE, TANK 0.68 / OUTPUT ALIGNED

Reactor: ONLINE / FUNCTIONING OPTIMAL

O2: STABLE

Electrical: STABLE

Communications: ONLINE

Shields: OFFLINE / FUNCTIONING N/A

Weapons: OFFLINE / FUNCTIONING N/A

Security: CAMERAS ONLINE / ALL FUNCTIONAL

Administration: MAP OFFLINE / CONNECTION SECURE / SHIP FILES UPDATING FOR MISSION / ALL CREW ACCOUNTED FOR

Medbay: EQUIPMENT ONLINE / FUNCTIONAL / CREW FILES UP TO DATE

Supplies: [ONE] CRATES SHORT

Storage Chutes: CLEAR

Vents: CLEAR

Notes: [SKELD D34-H120] docked at [PLANET 326-OCE-894 - SECTOR G] successfully. No transport issues to report. All supplies for transport intact and in transfer process to base. Mission files currently integrating to ship system. Crew integrating to mission base to assist in tasks, exploration, and supply dropoff. Weapons and shields offline to align with docking procedures. Course will remain unlaid until HQ supplies further information.

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It had been a good long while since Bunbun worked on an exploration ship. She’d been stuck updating supply line SKELDs for awhile, and got bogged down repairing virus bound code in defensive SKELDs for longer. Exploration ships were like little breathers in the middle. It meant she just had to worry about one ship, once all the updates were done. She could sit and watch the stars. Make a friend, if she was lucky. And, on days like these, it meant she’d be helping out with something bigger. Planet 236-OCE-849 was a gorgeous world. A new one, too! Sector G was largely new to HQ. They had high hopes for the planets and inhabitants. This one in particular was the first they’d set up a base on. Crashing waves and strange colorful formations were the source of many rumors across the airwaves. Bun had been unable to see the planet’s surface as they descended, but the views before they made landing preparations were breathtaking. Most of it was enveloped by an ocean. The water bound world was like a painted marble, little bits of vibrant colors poking through. She’d never seen land so vivid. It made her all the more eager to get down to the surface.

The door of the ship opened with a loud hiss of pressurized air. Metal clanked against itself as the two halves pulled themselves apart, the groaning making everything in the vicinity go still. Of course, what happened afterwards was anything but. The gangplank was already lowered, so the cooped up crewmates came scrambling out. Captain Groud was first, their voice echoing back towards the ship as they called for the Mission Lead. Silk trailed after, one of xyr robots hot on xyr heels. Rose and Laser went off as a pair, aiming to tend to any wounded and check how defenses were going. Nanner emerged with supplies already loaded, a couple crewmates from the planet coming to help her transport them where needed. Lemon and Junior were off to check the base’s energy status, the son sticking anxiously close to his father. River, to no one’s surprise, sauntered off the ship to go find somewhere to lounge. Groud said he’d help when they needed him, but from the looks the rest of the crew gave, there was probably a fat chance. That left Bunbun walking down the gangplank last. She was glad now that she’d pulled down her solar visor. The light outside was nearly blinding compared to the ship’s lobby. Around her she could see miles and miles of open sea, the bluish purple waves almost hauntingly familiar. Like an echo of the blue green waters she had back at home… I wonder why the water here is more purple… I bet Rose might know. She only took her eyes off the ocean when something crunched under her boot. She drew back hastily, afraid she’d stepped on some planetary inhabitant- only to draw in a sharp breath from surprise. The ground she stood on was a bright pastel orange. Upon closer inspection, it looked to be made out of some sort of… finely webbed rock? Coral, she realized, eyes widening. Her gaze snapped up to the island they’d landed on. The whole thing looked like a fractured rainbow, colors radiating across the ground. It was all made of the same webbed rock- coral, as she’d remembered. The realization had her bouncing on her heels. I’m standing on an island made of coral!!! She took another hesitant step. It crunched again under her foot. She couldn’t keep herself from giggling as she kept moving, feet dancing over coral that shifted from orange to yellow to green to purple. A myriad of colors, and all so bright!!! She’d never laid eyes on anything quite like it. “Enjoying the scenery?” a voice called, snapping Bun out of her happy dance. She froze in place, instantly standing to attention and trying not to drop her tablet. Another voice laughed, the sound carrying closer as her face flushed. When Groud’s star patched green and Silk’s beat up purple came into view, she let herself breathe. Ok. So. She hadn’t entirely made a fool out of herself. These two, at least, knew who she was. “M-maybe a little, Captain, eheheh,” she called sheepishly. “I’ve never been on a planet with coral islands before.” “Well, it’s a treat for you then!” Groud laughed. “Hey, if you’re not busy, why don’t you go head down to the power room?” “Oh, are the base crewmates busy?” Bun blinked. “Yeah, a little,” Groud nodded. “There’s a lot going on. Lots to update and lots to move.” “That, and Lemon ‘n Junior said they might need some help,” Silk added. Between you and me, I think they just want someone they can rely on to help figure the energy out.” Bunbun’s face flushed again, the warmth from Groud’s voice and Silk’s visor-shadowed smile buoying her mood higher. She’d only been with this crew a few days, but they trusted her this much? … Honestly, she couldn’t tell if that was foolish or not. But things needed fixing, and her crewmates needed help. So, off she went.

The base layout was pretty standard. It was a bit compressed to fit the strange coral island, but they’d managed to fit everything in about the right place. Lucky for Bun, she didn’t have too far to go. The building to the gangplank’s right would give her access to Electrical’s courtyard. The crunching of multicolored polyps beneath her feet made her smile with giddiness, picking up the pace to get inside the base. The door was already left open- standard procedure for operating periods- so she strolled right through. Nobody seemed to be waiting for her in the building’s lobby. She’d guess they were all outside, if it weren’t for a few voices. She could hear a couple people down in the security area. River and some other security crewmates, if her auditory memory served. They were talking pretty boisterously. She hooked a hasty left out towards the courtyard, eager to move on before one of them noticed her. The courtyard was once again standard. Four generators, one control panel along the outside wall, and cagey wire fencing around the edges. Bunbun found herself wondering once again what that was meant to keep out. On a new planet like this, nobody really knew what to expect. It could be anything. Images of creeping beasts and flashing eyes started to bubble up, so she shoved the thought out of her mind. It was fine! The fence would do its job, surely. Just as she would do hers. It’s fine. Lemon and Junior were standing before the control panel, their confused chatter making Bun glad they enlisted her help. From the frustrated looks on their faces, they needed it. They should teach more cross system repair in the academy… oh dear… “You two need some help?” Bun called, striding over to the panel. The pair looked up, relief instantly appearing on their faces. “Bunbun, thank fuck,” Lemon sighed. He leaned against the wall, pulling his goggles back up over unruly red hair. “we’re really goin through the ringer here…” “Y-yeah, uh, any help would be really appreciated,” Junior added sheepishly. He fiddled with his tablet, nervous fingers closing out a couple HQ manual tabs. “Of course, guys,” Bunbun smiled shyly. She tilted her head at the open panel, a mess of wires greeting her. Well. That was. Not encouraging. Her brows furrowed the more she looked, eyes trying to trace input to output and back. “... ok. I uh. I see several problems here.” “That’s an understatement,” Lemon snorted, shaking his head. “I don’t even know where to start.” “Did you make sure to take the relevant systems offline?” Bun asked. “Already done,” Junior nodded. He held up his tablet, a couple tabs pulled up to show electrical systems operating on reserve. “We can’t keep it offline for too long, or else the lights are gonna go out. Which, um, wouldn’t be super fun.” “Right, we’ll have to move fast,” Bunbun replied. “I think I can manage that.” Rubbing her hands together, she eyed the mess of wires before them. She’d handled worse, right? This wouldn’t take too terribly long. It was only when she remembered the other two were watching that her confidence faltered. Was she supposed to help? Was it even ok to take over here??? “... Is, um, is it ok if I… uh… manage it…?” She chuckled timidly, scuffing a boot on the ground. “By all means, dear,” Lemon chuckled, giving her a little dramatic bow as he moved back. “I’ll give you all the space you need.” “Just remember we’re here to help if you need!” Junior offered, scooting back to his dad’s side. He smiled nervously, the sun flashing off his visor as he shifted a bit in place. Gathering courage, if his next little quip was anything to go by. “We might, uh, know the reactor better, but we still know our way around a pair of wire cutters! Eheheheh...” Bunbun smiled gratefully at them both. “Of course, thank you. I’m, um, gonna get on this as fast as I can.” With that, she fixed her attention on the wires once more. Whoever set this base up hadn’t been picky about organization. She could fix that easy enough. She’d just… start by sorting the colors. Taking a breath, the electrician hefted up her tablet, free hand reaching carefully for the nearest red wire. Yeah. This would be over in a sinch. And maybe later, she could go explore a bit more. The thought made her grin wide, fingers flying between wires even faster. Oh, yes. Seeing some more of this beautiful planet would be worth any circuitry headaches. She’d just have to remember to add this to the ship’s log later…

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SHIP SYSTEM REALTIME LOG: System setting: DOCKED [STORAGE AND VENT MONITORING]

Location: SECTOR G Ship Status: DOCKED AT [PLANET 326-OCE-894 - SECTOR G] Course: N/A Systems:

Supplies: [ONE] CRATES SHORT

Storage Chutes: CLEAR

Vents: CLEAR

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Supplies: [ONE] CRATES SHORT

Storage Chutes: MATERIAL BUILDUP DETECTED

Vents: CLEAR

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Supplies: [ONE] CRATES SHORT

Storage Chutes: CLEAR

Vents: CLEAR

#cr3wm8ts #au:c #among us oc #bunbun among us #groud among us #silk among us #river among us #lemon among us #junior among us #thats everyone who actually gets like. dialogue of some sort LSKJDFLSKF #n e way #yea this was half an excuse to have more bun bein a nerd in the bgLSKJFS #this planet? important #the next chapter's gonna swap perspectives tho so >:333 #hope y'all enjoy SLKDJF #arty writes

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spohkh · 4 years ago

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miracle on cornelia street [dean/castiel]

so BASICALLY sarah @adanceinasnowglobe and i were talking about what everyone would be up to post-series -- yknow, like, now that theyre all safe and healthy n everythings cool and destiel is officially together. yknow. as happened in canon -- and we were like so obviously destiel get a house, and thats kind of the basis of this verse so !! this is the foundational fic for what i HOPE will be a series of fun lil day-in-the-life drabbles, from both me and sarah!!

ehehehe :-) enjoy!

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The house is a quaint thing, sitting low and snug under a pair of shady oak trees in a quiet suburb just outside of downtown Lawrence. Its brickwork face is weathered—definitely in need of a good power wash—and the roof is just as worn. The bottom step to the porch slants unevenly, and the porch itself has cracks in the concrete. There are chips in the paint on the window frames, the iron porch railing is rusting, and who knows when the gutters were last given a proper cleaning.

There’s a lot of work to be done, but standing there in the small front lawn, Dean Winchester can’t say if he’s ever seen anyplace else so perfect as the house at 3767 Cornelia Street. Dean’s house—his home. His home with Cas.

“Can you believe it?” he quietly says to Miracle, who has been sitting patiently by Dean’s leg. Miracle tilts her head and wags her tail. Dean looks back up at the house. “Yeah, me neither.”

The sound of a familiar car rumbling up the road snaps Dean out of his reverie. He rubs a knuckle at his eye and clears his throat and tries to look like he hadn’t been standing in his front yard about to cry while talking to his dog, christ.

The car rolls to a stop on the curb just in front of the house. The driver’s side door opens, and Sam slowly unfolds his ridiculous limbs as he gets out. It’s always a wonder how he can fit himself into a car at all. Sam gives a dorky little wave as he ambles over to where Dean is standing.

Dean peers behind Sam, trying to see into the car. “What, no Eileen?”

“Hello to you, too. Dick,” he replies snarkily. “She’s wrapping up a work thing. She’ll come over when she’s done.”

Dean sucks his teeth in disappointment. “Ah, well. Guess you can go home then.” Sam shoves at his shoulder. Dean just laughs and pulls Sam in for a proper hello hug.

“Why are you standing out here, anyway?” Sam asks when they part.

“Can’t a man just hang out in his own front yard? Accompanied by a dashing canine companion?” He leans down to pat Miracle on the head.

“I guess…” Sam looks down at Miracle. When she tips her head up and gazes back at him, Sam snorts.

“What?”

“Miracle on Cornelia Street,” Sam says with mirth.

Dean squints at him. “What?” he repeats, now more incredulous.

“You know—like Miracle on 34th Street. But we’re on Cornelia, so.” He nods down at the dog. “Miracle on Cornelia Street.”

“Dude.” Dean rolls his eyes at Sam’s goofy grin and starts walking up the path to the house, Miracle trotting behind him. “Shut up and come inside already.”

Sam follows after him, pausing just inside the threshold as he spots something on the doorframe. “Oh, classy,” he says, throwing a sardonic look to where D.W. and C.W. are scratched into the wood.

“Just wait,” Dean jokes with a toothy smile, “when I got the time I’m gonna draw a little heart around it.” He was joking, but now that he said it, he kind of wanted to.

Cas looks up from the stove when they walk into the dining room. He’s wearing one of Dean’s old AC/DC tees, the logo all but worn away from being washed so many times. He’s usually in some ratty tee or other when lounging around these days. But in honor of Sam’s visit today (Cas’ words) and to seem a little more dressy short of donning his usual button-downs (Dean’s private opinion), he’s also wearing the cable-knit cardigan Sam got him as a gift last Christmas. “Hi, Sam.”

Sam leans against the counter that separates the dining and kitchen areas, craning his giraffe neck to catch a glimpse at the stove. “Hey, Cas! What’cha cooking?”

“Nothing. Dean made it. I was just watching the pot so it didn’t boil over.” He locks eyes with Dean, his intent stare very clearly communicating I did not touch the chili I added nothing I did not touch the dial I was just watching it like you asked so don’t even start.

Dean just smiles as he walks past the counter and steps into Cas’ space. “Thank you, sweetheart,” he says, and busses Cas on the cheek.

“You’re welcome,” Cas replies warmly. He’s gazing up at Dean with those summer afternoon blue eyes, standing in one of Dean’s shirts and that dorky cardigan, and Dean starts to get full of that feeling from out in the front yard again. If they were alone, Dean would probably say something recklessly sappy like I am so stupid in love with you.

As it is, Dean clears his throat and turns back to Sam, slinging an arm around Cas’ shoulders, and says, “He did the salad.”

Cas sneaks him a knowing look before, thankfully, putting his attention on Sam without commenting on Dean’s hasty redirection. “I did the salad,” Cas agrees blithely, and places the salad bowl on the counter for Sam to see, seeming pleased with himself.

Sam looks between the two of them, an amused tilt to his eyebrow that Dean implicitly distrusts. He’s definitely thinking mocking thoughts about the two of them. But he just quirks a smile and says, “It looks great.” Shrewd little diplomat.

Cas shifts to the side to see past Sam’s shoulder. Sam glances behind himself before shooting Cas a confused look.

“She’s still at work,” Dean tells Cas, guessing who he’s looking for. “Sadly.”

“What, am I not good enough?”

“Of course you are,” Cas promises earnestly, just as Dean says, “Well…”

Sam’s opening his mouth to retort, probably something absolutely scathing, when his phone chimes. He pulls it out of his pocket, a smile spreading over his face. “Speak of the devil,” he says, then tips his head with a grimace, “as it were. That was Eileen. She’ll be here soon, so I’m gonna go wash up.”

“Bathroom’s down the hall—“

“Dude, I know where it is. I did help you guys move in.”

Dean spreads his hands in assent. “Fine, christ, I swear never to be a good host to you in my home ever again. Go ahead and go take your dump now.”

“I’m not gonna—ohmygodnevermind.” He turns on his heel and huffs down the hall, Miracle trotting after him, the tags on her collar clinking together jauntily.

Dean reaches past Cas to turn the burner off, then lands his hand on Cas’ hip. “Have I told you today how cute you are in that sweater?”

“Yes.” Cas brings his hands up to cradle Dean’s face. “Four times.”

“Make it five.” Dean kisses him. He pulls Cas into a hug, pressing his face against Castiel’s shoulder. They sway into each other. After a warm moment, Dean says in a low voice, “The first family dinner in our house.”

Cas hums a soft, contented sound in agreement. “The first of many,” he responds, just as quiet. Dean squeezes him tighter. He knows they’re both thinking about Jack and Claire, their bedrooms sitting empty and waiting for whenever they can find the time to visit—and Kaia and Alex and Jody with Claire, if they can, and Charlie and her girlfriend, and Bobby, and all the other wayward extensions of their sprawling family caught out in the wind. Their house isn’t big enough to host everyone, but with Sam and Eileen up the block and the bunker just a few miles out, there’s plenty of room to put up people who come out their way. Dean has the hope that 3767 Cornelia Street becomes a common pitstop for folks—a suburban Roadhouse, a tidier (much tidier) Singer Salvage.

Dean presses a kiss against Cas’ neck, and Cas breathes a sweet little sigh that pushes all thoughts about future dinners right out the window. Fuck, this dinner could go out the window, for all he cares. He kisses a little higher up, right under Cas’ jawline, before pulling back to catch Castiel’s darkened gaze. “How ‘bout we ditch the nag and go have a private party of our own?”

“Dean, no. I worked really hard on that salad.” He sounds perfectly serious, but the playful glint in his eye gives him away. Dean snorts, mumbling oh, forgive me, Chef Cas as he leans in again.

Just as they kiss, Sam walks back in. “Hey, I think something’s wrong with your sink–- oh, sorry.”

“Huh?” Dean reluctantly pulls away as Sam clears his throat, looking sheepish. “What’s wrong with what, Sammy?”

“Uh, with your bathroom.”

“The bathroom? Oh, what, you clogged the toilet?”

“Wha— N— I DID NOT SHIT IN YOUR BATHROOM.”

“Then how did the toilet get messed up?”

“It’s the SINK, the SINK—”

“You took a shit in the sink?”

Cas pinches the bridge of his nose. “Dean…”

“What? He started it.”

“Started WHAT?”

Dean snaps his fingers. “The end of the world.”

“Oh! My god!”

“I guess technically, yeah, since god is our kid...” He turns to Cas. “Weird, weird lives we lead.”

Cas just shakes his head, clearly exasperated. Sam has given up on speaking completely and has fallen back on making a gesture like he’s one second away from grabbing Dean by the throat.

“I was there for all twelve years of it,” Sam says to Cas, “and I still can’t believe you stayed with this guy.”

“Well,” Cas muses serenely, “you’ve been here a lot longer than me.”

Sam grimaces when Dean throws him his best shit-eating grin. Nothing like his two favorite people bonding over how much of a pain he is.

The sound of the front door opening distracts them, and then a voice calls, “Knock knock! The life of the party has arrived!”

“Eileen!” Sam exclaims happily. Miracle takes off down the hall, Sam hot on her heels.

Dean chuckles at Sam’s unabashed excitement, then gives Castiel another peck on the cheek before moving away from him. “Can you put everything out on the table? I’ll go check out the bathroom sitch real quick.”

Cas catches his hand as he starts to leave, softly saying his name. When Dean looks back at him, Cas smiles and says, “I love you.”

Dean wonders if maybe three time’s the charm and he should just give in to what his body wants him to do. If a man has a right to stand around and cry messily anywhere in his own home, surely the kitchen would be the place to do it. The kitchen, after all, is the heart of any house.

But Dean doesn’t. He indulges in a little sniffle, Cas’ eyes glimmering with knowing in the soft light. Dean brings Cas’ hand to his mouth and kisses the neat gold band around his finger, and he kisses each peaked knuckle, and he turns Cas’ hand over and kisses his palm and his wrist. Then he lets go and puts his own hand against Cas’ cheek, and says his recklessly sappy thing: “I love you, too, sweetheart.”

And the glowing feeling inside him doesn’t settle, only grows brighter.

Whatever’s wrong with the sink will be just one more thing to a long list of shit to deal with. Their house needs work, no denying. But Dean knows they’ve got plenty of time.

#destiel #deancastiel #dean winchester #castiel #supernatural #my writing

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gaming-thoughts-by-an-idiot · 4 years ago

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Skyrim: building house

Benor: I'm still here

Me: yes and I hate you

"Ok buying logs, ok discovering places, where... wheres that idiot? Did I.. did I fucking leave benor at the house, I swear to god"

"I really love the mod where you actually see other NPCs wandering, it's really nice"

"3rd pov? Nah nah, I want to be 3rd 3rd pov"

"Oh no its raining again, which was a mod and I'm glad I wasnt just going insane"

"Ofc I will help you poor hunter, all your friend are dead, have a potion, I will kill the tree people "

"I swear I just saw someone running into the cave"

"Oh, I did and it was a vampire... why?"

"Good thing of being an experienced skyrim gamer, is that I know where all the secret loot is"

"If you want easy caps you should explore a cave... wait caps? no, coin. Jesus"

Me: ok I'm going here, no side tracking

Me not five seconds later: but that cave looks closer than my goal and and--

"God... I love all this blood. Said no girl ever."

"Ok wtf, where is benor? Fuck???"

"Gonna check riverwood, I dont get it why but?"

"Didnt I find him in riverwood?"

" maybe I didnt find him here..."

"Where oh!!! AH !"

"...heh... I forgot I actually downloaded like a, bikini mod shit. Theres so many of them, I had to! Also pff"

"Aaand I was gonna put one on my character and the game crashed. I think god was telling me off"

"Oh shit, I cant remember when I saved last"

"Oh ok, thank god for auto saves"

"Am I a bad person cuz I wanna kill every parent so I can put them all in an orphanage?"

"Collect them all"

"Mortal that's where I found him, yes, I fucking hope hes there"

Benor: we've stopped--

Me:WHERE THE FUCK HAVE U BEEN?? WHY ARE JUST HERE? DID I SAY U COULD GO? NO YOU WHORE

"Is he broken? He wont follow me, and if I leave him he wont?"

"Hes broken yup."

"Guess I'll just take all my shit back and leave him then"

"Fuck. Me. Over 2k in Carryweight"

".... the list is so long... I'm gonna read a fanfic while pressing A"

"Oh god no, where's the guys who I'm thane to where no-"

"Well, when I take my slug time to my house, I'll just read this fic"

'' cant believe a crab interrupted my reading, wow #rude "

"Omg I made it, it took a chapter but I'm here finally "

"I found the guy, hes now my steward"

"I'm really starting to wonder what I keep in my pockets"

"I cant wait until i have high enough speech to sell people all this shit I've stolen"

" ok it's time to put on our 'I'm only here to shop and not fight' clothes, bring a dagger just in case, and sell some stuff while I'm there"

"Excuse me you just said this wasnt marked as stolen, why are u like this"

"Ok that HAVE to be a glitch... I was at the fancy pansy clothing store in solitude, and one of them women followed me outside, normal, fine. I fast travel to Markarth, and shes there? Ok weird, fast travel back home. AND THERE SHE IS?"

"Basically I'm just spending all my well earned, and totally not stolen, coins on work material."

Ulfric: *bleh bleh life is shit*

Me: dont mind me, I'm just here for a book

Them: you! You there

Me: nnnope

"Well, while I'm here... might as well steal some shit"

"Omg I cant find my potions?? Aa my head hurts, I've looked in all the containers what the fuuuuckkkkkk"

"WHAT THE FUCK??? There was a sack WITHIN a sack???? Like ok what??? Augh my head, I got so confused, and stressed....."

"Ehehehe, quest time"

"Ok where am I going"

"This is upsetting, not only am I about to do quests, but I have to go outside irl? Why? What have I done to deserve this. Hmm? I planned this? Well, curse past myself then!!"

#gaming #skyrim #the elder scrolls skyrim #skyrimmemes

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dragonleesupporter · 5 years ago

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Do You Hear Something? (Sanders Sides Wings AU)

O-ho! Here we go!

Summary: Virgil and Logan discover Roman loves being tickled and use this knowledge to destroy him after an awkward, low-self-esteem day for the prince. (Warning: Tickle fic) (some Logicality and hints of Prinxiety)

Why? Why did he have such a weakness? Such an embarrassing, humiliating, shameful weakness?! Roman sighed as he fell back onto his bed. Fantasies were running through his mind faster than his heartbeat.

The whole ordeal with discovering Virgil’s wings had left the prince yearning for something he knew he would never be brave enough to ask for. Watching the resident emo laugh hysterically, Roman had felt jealous of how happy and free he looked. Now that he thought of it, Roman hadn’t openly laughed for a long time. Whenever he laughed, it felt forced to him, but it was some part of him he couldn’t stop. He had to put on a show for the other three! Joining in and laughing even when he didn’t feel happy, just to keep everything afloat. Not that he could sink anything if he sunk alone…

He knew he wasn’t worth the others’ time in that sense. They had already been so patient with him, he felt it would be dishonorable to ask anything more of them. He never let this show… however, the face he always put on was hurting him more and more.

“It’s such a silly game…” He whined under his breath, more fantasies teasing his mind for what he knew he couldn’t have. “Why can’t I just get up and ask them to tickle me?” Just saying it out loud made Roman flinch as his face heated up.

He could just imagine someone ghosting their fingers over his sides or his ears… scratching their nails into his belly or his feet- He flinched again at that thought. His feet were always such a weak point. Thank god only his brother knew, but at the same time… only his brother knew…

“Hrrr… why am I so confused?” He growled.

As he plucked a sleek amber feather from his wings, Roman decided to go into full daydream mode, making his imaginations into images in front of him. He used the feather to swirl them around, and change them up. Little did he know that he had forgotten to lock his door, and that a little someone was peeking in at all those images being created to Roman’s liking, the prince even giggling anxiously at a few relating to his feet.

The spy smirked, and slinked away.

“Hey kiddos! Guess what time it is!” Patton shouted happily as soon as everyone had finished their dinner.

“It is 6:30, what are you impl-”

“It’s cookie time!” Patton cheered, interrupting Logan.

“Oh. Of course. Another use of nonsense-o-clock terminology.” Logan rolled his eyes, annoyed.

“Oh, Logan don’t be like that!” Roman crossed his arms with a smirk.

It dug into him… even more this time. That smartass smirk that he knew didn’t belong on his face, but there it was. Him smirking at Logan for… really no reason.

“Yeah! I made a special cookie for you!” Patton brought out the plate with an array of different cookies on it, a very different-looking cookie on top of the pile.

“Please don’t tell me it’s an unhealthy snack…” Logan massaged his temples.

“It’s a cookie, Logan. What do you expect?” Virgil stretched out his wings as he nibbled on one of the snickerdoodles.

“Fine. If it’ll make Patton happy, then I guess I’ll to listen to the heart…” Logan mumbled, slightly flushing at his own sentence.

“Here you go Logan!” Patton handed a thick, pale dough cookie to the logical trait.

After shrugging and taking a bite, Logan’s eyes widened. His black wings, which had been tucked firmly to his back suddenly fell limp.

“Is- is there C-C-C-Crofters in this cookie??” He exclaimed, taking another bite.

“Of course! Got the last can of it from the pantry!” Patton smiled.

“Wait. Aren’t there spiders down there this time of year?” Logan raised an eyebrow at the light blue trait.

“Y-yep!” Patton’s voice cracked. “I’ve decided I’m going to do something special for each of you this week! I already know Logan likes Crofters, so I started with him! I think it was fun to bake his present since Logan’s such a smart cookie!”

Logan’s used his wings to cover his face, which was no doubt turning red from both embarrassment and fury at the pun.

“Let me know what I can do for you kiddos sometime soon so I can give each of you something!” Patton’s wings started folding in and out with pride and his smile grew as his whole body started glowing with happiness.

Virgil gave a genuine smile, knowing this was Patton’s way of coping with receiving things. He’d give his gifts first, making it easier for him to receive his gifts afterwards.

“Well-” Roman stopped himself. What was he thinking? Of COURSE, he couldn’t ask for that! The experience he just saw had softened him up. Making him even consider telling the others how badly he wanted to laugh and admit everything he’d been through behind his door. But, realizing how vulnerable that would make him, he backed out. His head dropped slightly, and Roman started hoping his blush wasn’t that easy to see.

“Oooooo, what is it Princey?” Virgil growled with a concerning amount of sarcasm. “What do you want to happen?”

The whole table was staring at him now.

“N-nothing! I just realized Patton has already given me puppies!” The prince’s voice squeaked as he could feel the color draining from his cheeks. His smile became nervous but still ever frozen on his face. If it wasn’t obvious that Roman was hiding something before, welp it sure was now.

“Wait, if I recall correctly… YOU gave PATTON puppies.” Logan pointed a finger suspiciously.

Roman giggled nervously as each of the sides looked confusedly at him… except Virgil for some reason.

“Ehehehe- I’m going to my room now!”

And just like that, Roman was gone.

“Well, that was concerning.” Logan placed his hands together.

“He didn’t even have a cookie.” Patton mumbled sadly.

“I got this.” Virgil suddenly got up and left, leaving the other two even more confused.

“Virgil. Mind if I follow? I’ve had a theory for a while, and don’t want to see this opportunity to prove it go to waste.” Logan got up as well, finishing his cookie and quickly licking his fingers to Patton’s delight.

Virgil nodded silently as both the anxious and logical trait left Patton to clean the dishes.

“So humiliating! I don’t know if it would even work! But I want it so badly, it’s going to drive me nuts! They’ll think it’s something my brother gave me…” The muffled voice of the prince was heard from the other side of his door.

“I don’t understand… what could be a desire so vile that he would hide it from us?” Logan thought out loud. “I thought we were over all of that.”

“Ehehehe…” Virgil chuckled darkly before whispering into Logan’s ear, formulating a plan to both help and wreck their prince.

…

“Hrrr…” Roman growled into his hands, still overtaken by his lee mood. It hadn’t gone away all day. He had been able to hide it for the most part, like everything else, but it was also eating at him, like everything else.

He heard his door creak open and looked up to see Logan and Virgil walking toward his bed, Logan taking to the left side, and Virgil taking to the right side of his bed.

On the fake smile went.

“Hello, sub-astute teacher, and raider of the lost snark. ~” He mused, but the other two didn’t react.

“Before we start… just say ‘stop’ and we will.” Virgil grew a grinch-like smile and grabbed one of Roman’s ankles.

“Yes. A sufficient safe word. However, if you enjoy this session of bonding, you will not use it.” Logan, despite his efforts, also smiled as he grabbed Roman’s other foot.

No… Roman’s thoughts began to wander. No, it couldn’t be. They didn’t know… did they? How?

His fears/hopes were proven true when Logan and Virgil began wiggling the fingers of their free hands, and ascending them down to his soles. A wobbly -yet REAL- smile made its way to Roman’s face and his legs started shaking with anticipation as the fingers were paused now centimeters away from his feet.

“So, how’s your day been, Logan?” Virgil started nonchalantly.

“Quite alright and fulfilling, though slightly stressful as usual. After Thomas slept in and made a lazy day for himself, I’d assume your day has been good?” Logan added, their smiles fading as if they were having an actual serious conversation with a shaking, ticking time bomb of laughter underneath them.

“Ohohohoho gohohohod…” Roman let a few giggles lose, to see Virgil break character and smile slightly, but played it off like it wasn’t a big deal.

They weren’t even touching him yet and he was already breaking!

“I suppose so… I never actually feel like a day is a good one. I just think of it as ‘not bad,’ ya know?” Virgil raised an eyebrow at the squeaking prince.

After talking for some more time, silent pleas escaping the more-red-than-usual trait’s lips, the fingers finally made contact.

Both Virgil and Logan had to use their legs to stop Roman from yanking them back as wild cackles exploded from him.

“OHOHOHOH NOHOHOHOHO! WAHAHAHAHAIT! EEEEHEHEHEHEHEHEHEE!” The prince thrashed either which way, but the two tormentors were stronger than he anticipated. He was also WAY more ticklish than he anticipated! It was unbearable! It was unexplainable! An it was… AMAZING. His chest felt light with laughter as he was overcome by an odd sense of safety, despite him having no control over his torment.

“I suppose that would be an accurate way to look at it.” Logan offered to add to the conversation that Roman would’ve actually found interesting if he could hear it over his own shrieks and screeches. The two switched from spidering in one place to raking up and down his whole foot, which was even worse/better!

His brain started to overload with happiness as all he could do was just sit there and laugh, still trying to avoid the word ‘stop.’

“AAHAHAHAHAHA!! G-GUGUGUGUYS!!” He desperately called as his right arm started to pound his bed sheets.

“Hey Lo, you hear something?” Virgil teased maliciously as Logan gave him a look of confusion.

“Huh? I don’t hear anything.” He responded calmly, moving his fingers up to Roman’s toes.

“NAAAAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA!!! AEEEEE!! PL-PLEHEHEHEHEASE!” Roman’s voice grew hoarse and tears filled his eyes as Virgil also moved to that spot.

His whole body felt like it was burning up and since he was pretty sure he would go insane if the tickling continued, he called out the safe word.

“MAHAHAHAHKE IHIHIT STOHOHOHOHOHOHP!!!!” The fingers at his toes immediately halted and the other two got off his legs.

“Hope you feel better now Princey.” Virgil smirked and held back laughter as Roman stared at both of them, dazed, still giggling like mad as he attempted to rub away the tingling on his feet.

“H-hohohow… hohow did yohohohou knohow?” He asked bashfully.

“You know, you really ought to lock your door sometimes.” Virgil almost snorted as Roman turned fire-engine red with realization.

“But don’t worry. I’ll tell Patton for you, but then you REALLY ought to lock your door unless you’ll suffer from cardiac arrest.” Virgil winked and left leaving Logan to wish Roman well before he, too left.

For a while, Roman thought that he had just dreamed up the scenario, until Patton barged into his room the next day, wiggling his wingers with an evil smile.

Roman learned to lock his door, unless he was feeling lonely…

@cefsticklestoo

#sander sides #tickling #fluffymaryyo

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almaasi · 7 years ago

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reaction post typed while watching SPN 13x16 Scoobynatural

my mood after watching this: SCOOBY DOOBY DOOOOOOOOO !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

03:33pm

HI FRIENDS

so full disclosure, i’m not feeling good at all and my hair is falling out!!! more than usual!!! so I’M REALLY HOPING THIS EPISODE MAKES ME FEEL BETTER

best case scenario, dean’s in the middle of a fred/daphne/cas lovefest, but frankly i’m more expecting a one-sided daphne-dean thing?? i think cas is probably just in this for the sake of having him there too but PLEASE GIVE HIM SOMETHING USEFUL TO DO pleeeease. i also figure dean ends up with the ascot because daphne gives it to him, not fred, but I AM WILLING TO BE SURPRISED

i’m not expecting actual proper bi dean and/or destiel, for the record. as fun and delightful as that would be. i’m just here to have a woofing good time

last night i watched “Scooby Doo! Shaggy’s Showdown” and it was GREAT and i thoroughly enjoyed it and I REALLY HOPE THIS EPISODE IS AS GOOD AS THAT WAS

as in, give me diverse background characters (i mean, if they can’t be be main characters), daphne actually having depth to her character beyond vanity, velma being 10/10 relatable and being genuine besties with daphne, fred being a useless lovable dork, shaggy being THE ABSOLUTE BEST & TOTALLY A ROLE MODEL, scooby being literally the coolest sweetest dog ever

BRING FORTH THE CARTOON ANTICS

03:45

HERE WE GO

03:46

at first i thought this dinosaur costume was a recap and i was like WHEN DID DEAN FIGHT A DINOSAUR

03:49

dean and sam mentioned a lizard and quite frankly this dude looks like a lizard

i half expected his tongue to poke out, barty crouch jr. style

03:50

dean: “TAKE IT EASY, SHE’S DELICATE”

love how dean makes every inanimate thing he cares about into a ‘she’

is this him sexualising random pieces of equipment; finding the thing impressive and therefore giving it the pronoun of the people who most inspire him; or is it a parenting instinct buried deep down that just happens to have a gender bias??

WILL WE EVER KNOW

from dean’s soft “shh” though i imagine it’s a parenting thing

precious tv needs to be loved and cared for like a baby

(i mean......... Baby is his car. definitely a parenting thing. BUT THEN ALSO HIS CAR IS SEXY???? CONCLUSION: DEAN HAS MOTHER/PARTNER/INTIMACY ISSUES)

03:56

dean: “be like elsa, let it go”

this boy has so many repressed childhood issues i don’t know where to start

HIS INNER CHILD NEEDS HELP

oh man i think i just realised what his growth this episode is gonna be. CONNECT TO THE DESPERATE INNER CHILD

SAVE HIM!!!!!

(sidenote: i did not realise i would be going into this and immediately begin psychoanalysing dean but there we go)

03:58

the dean cave

or the fortress of deanitude

ohhhhhhhhhhh boy

03:59

let me know when there’s a fic where dean and cas cuddle/fall asleep/boink in those plaid la-z-boy recliners huh.

or when dean, cas, and sam all want to watch something at the same time and there’s only two chairs sO SOMEONE’S GONNA HAVE TO SHARE

04:01

THEY’RE A CARTOON!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

04:02

dean: “are we animated? yes. is it weird? yes.”

reminds me of zootopia a little I LOVE IT I LOVE IT YAAYAYY

04:06

a malt shop!!!!!! cartoon ice cream sundaes always look so tasty

EVEN BETTER WHEN SHARED WITH SCOOBY AND SHAGGY

i always thought dean and shaggy would get along so damn well

04:08

FRICK YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAH

04:08

WHO DOESN’T NEED A MILKSHAKE-DRINKING GREAT DANE IN THEIR LIVES

04:09

sam’s hair looks really good

AND I JUST REALISED HOW WELL THEY DID DEAN’S LIPS!!! POUTY PRETTY AND PLUSH, JUST THE WAY THEY ARE IN FANFICTION