#he said he didn't want to do the donut thing but his face A. during the donut thing and B. during the donut question

[cementcornfield]

ja'marr's presser notes:

he was fidgety as hell throughout it, lots of fingers tapping by the mic lol

said he would sign tee himself if he could, wants to play with him for "eternity"

said that he "didn't want" to do the donut thing, that "some simpsons guy" asked him to. (yes. your face was clearly one where you weren't enjoying any part of that! okay!)

said that joe smashed his donut in his face harder, "went too far" lmao

talked about how much it means to him to be there for kids with cancer, talked about how he was with his grandmother who he lost to cancer in her "literal last seconds" 🥺 said it "touches his heart"

[ninii-winchester]

Crossed Allegiances

Pairing: Dean Winchester X Reader

Word count : 7.5k

Warnings: angst, smut, fluff, spn spoilers, language, canon violence. Not proofread.

A/n: had to split in two because the long fic has become too long.

I DO NOT GIVE PERMISSION TO COPY MY WORK, TRANSLATE IT OR POST IT TO ANY OTHER PLATFORM. REBLOGS ARE APPRECIATED.

"Hurry up." Said the man in hushed whisper, his voice barely audible in the dead of the night.

"You're going to regret this, you know?" She whispered back, her voice was soft. She wasn't threatening him, rather she was scared for what might happen after.

"Don't make me change my mind." He replied. His words held no malice. They were more of a plea for her to hurry up. Before he could speak any further, she pulled him into a tight hug. He wasn't shocked at her action. He was used to her embracing him whenever the opportunity presented itself. Although he hated when she did so, this time he held her back and cherished these last moments with her.

"I'll owe you. For the rest of my life." She whispered lowly.

"You won't. You just be safe." He said pulling away from her. She nodded her head in a silent promise that she wouldn't be reckless and be safe. She looked at face, remembering every last detail, his short dark brown hair, the scar on his right cheek, his eyes, knowing this would be the last time she ever sees him in a very long time.

With a loud gasp Y/n sat up in her bed. Her forehead was covered in sweat as she heaved looking around. She relaxed a bit as she realised she was in her room, in her apartment.

It wasn't a nightmare per say that woke her up from her slumber. It was a memory. A memory buried in the back of her mind that she doesn't want to forget or remember. She wants to remember the last time she was with the most important person in her life but she wants to forget how she got here. She wants to forget how it was the last time she ever saw him and how she has no way of contacting him without risking his life.

With a heavy heart she dragged herself out of the bed, making her way towards the bathroom to get ready for her day.

Y/n L/n, a twenty four year old woman, who lives in Lebanon, Kansas for the past five years. She lives alone in her one bedroom apartment. Works two jobs, at the local bakery, near her place, during the day and as a bartender at the bar during the night.

She doesn't necessarily need the money. She works to keep herself busy. To keep herself from sitting idle and remembering the things she desperately wants to forget.

Making her way towards the bakery, she was the first to arrive there. It has always been like this, she's the first to arrive and the last to leave. She fumbled with the keys, her breath forming small clouds in the crisp morning air. With a soft click, she unlocked the door and pushed it open, the familiar scent of fresh bread and vanilla greeting her.

Y/n flipped the sign from "Closed" to "Open" and stepped inside, her movements practiced and efficient. She turned on the lights. The countertops were spotless, and the display cases were lined with freshly baked goods from the previous day, waiting to be restocked.

Soon her coworkers arrived and the bakery came to life with the customers filling in, and the aroma of rising bread and sweet pastries, filling her with warmth she lacked in her life.

Y/n's day went as usual, being in the back, finding solace in the warmth of the kitchen and  taking pleasure in baking goods.

"Hey Y/n." James, her co-worker called out. "Can you take the counter please? Ellie isn't back from her break but mother nature's calling me!" Y/n laughed, nodding her head. "Thank you you're a life saver. I owe you." He yelled running towards the bathroom and she just grinned. She didn't mind helping out.

Y/n made her way outside and stood behind the counter. Rush hour had passed and there weren't many people in the bakery. Just an old man enjoying his cupcakes, and a young couple having donuts with coffee.

The front door opened and the bell chimed indicating someone had walked in. Y/n prepared herself to greet the customer but the minute she looked at him, the air was knocked out of her lungs. He was gorgeous. She stared as he came closer, noting his eyes were the greenest eyes she'd ever seen.

"Hello!" The man said as he finally stopped in-front of her. His voice snapped her out of her trance, it was velvet smooth.

"Hey, what can i get you?" She cleared her throat flashing him a smile.

"Pie." He said with a childlike excitement. "The banner outside said it's Special Pie Day."

"Sure is. And it seems to be your lucky day mister, we're down to our last slice." She smiled before moving to get him his pie. She placed it in a takeaway box and gave it to him and he thanked her before paying for it.

"Have a nice day!" She said to him.

"You too." He replied before walking out.

The rest of the day Y/n spent thinking about of the handsome stranger. After closing up, she went home, she ate the leftover pizza and took a shower. Dressed in her jeans and a blue crop top she left home for her other job.

Time went by as usual, drunk fights, pool hustling and bad karaoke. After serving another patron Y/n wiped the counter top. She threw the paper towel into the bin it missed, so she squatted down to pick it up and throw it in properly this time. She jumped a bit when she stood back up and saw green eyes sitting on the stool.

"What can i get ya?" She questioned the handsome stranger. He recognised her from earlier.

"A beer please."

"If I didn't know any better I'd say you're stalking me." She teased him putting the bottle in front of him.

"Nah, sweetheart. You just happened to be at two of my favourite places." He flashed her a charming smile.

"I haven't seen you around here before." She leaned a bit on the counter trying to remember if she's ever seen him before.

"Just passing by. But a good pie and beer, key to my heart." She nodded her head in understanding, it wasn't the places that were his favourite rather the items.

"Did you like the pie then?" She couldn't help but ask. She knew she was at what she did but it never hurt to ask for a bit of validation.

"Best damn pie I've ever had." He exclaimed.

"Then I guess I've unlocked your heart." She grinned at him.

"You made it?" He questioned and she nodded eagerly. She didn't know what it was about this stranger that made her act like a high school girl but she was having fun. She liked that she had his attention. She wanted to get to know him, even if he was just passing by.

"Well it was some pie..." he trailed off looking at her, hoping to get a name.

"Y/n." She filled in. 

"Dean." He introduced himself.

"So what brings you here Dean?" She asked hoping to find more about the extremely gorgeous man sitting in front of her.

"Work." His vague answer told her he didn't want to talk more about it. So she dropped it. He asked her a few questions about her life here, he didn't ask her any personal questions so she was happy to indulge him. After he was finished with his third beer, he got a call and had to leave, much to her dismay. Fifteen minutes after he left, her shift was over and she headed home.

It was a silent night as she walked in the dark. She could feel another presence behind her and she knew she was being followed. Whoever it was, it's his bad day. She wasn't just a girl and she was really waiting for him to jump her just so she could beat the daylights out of him. But he didn't, and she couldn't risk him follow her all the way to her home so she slowed her steps, and then completely stopped.

"I know you're there." She called out. She moved towards the alley behind the dumpster and saw a figure in the shadows. The figure moved back as she approached him. Another pair of footsteps could be heard from outside the alley. She grabbed the shadow's arm and placed her forearm over his neck, pressing him into the wall, slightly cutting of his oxygen. As she pushed him to the wall, the light from the street lamp shone on his face. "Dean?" She questioned. "So you are stalking me!" His eyes widened as she said that.

"No, this isn't what it looks like!" He replied in a hushed voice.

"Three time's not a coincidence, Dean." She snapped. The sound of another pair of footsteps was getting louder. Dean rolled his eyes, not at her but the approaching footsteps.  Soon enough a man appeared in-front of them and Dean managed to break free from her hold and pushed her behind him. The man in front of him snarled as he barred his teeth in a menacing display. They weren't teeth Y/n noticed. Fangs.

The vampire lunged at Dean and the hunter was quick, getting his machete out of his jacket he charged at him. The vampire pushed at Dean's chest, throwing him against the wall, his machete slipping off his hands. The creature, closed in on Y/n. With calculated moves, she kneed the monster in the stomach.  The green eyed hunter watched as she reached over and picked Dean's machete, beheading the monster in one swift motion. Dean stood up but his jaw was still on the floor.

It was true that he was following her but the other two times he met her was purely coincidental. When he met her at the bakery, he just thought she was pretty. The next time he saw her at the bar, it was pure coincidence, after talking to her, he found her enticing. But then he got the call from his dad asking about his hunt and he remembered he was here for work. So he went back to his motel for research, however during his research he noticed that vamp was taking a certain type of females. Girls with Y/e/c eyes, y/h/c hair and the ones with a specific body type. His mind flashed with an image of Y/n and he immediately left his motel. His assumption had been true since the vamp actually came after her but he didn't expect her to do what she did.

"What did you do?" He asked her.

"Killed him, obviously! And saved your ass." She snapped folding her arms across her chest.

"Damn it Y/n, I could've followed him to his nest." He argued. "I'm gonna have to start over now."

"You wanted to use me as bait? Are you fucking kidding me?" She glared at him. "Stop hunting if it's such a bother to do your job in the first place."

"I wasn't using you as bait, I came to save you. If you hadn't killed him, I would've made him tell me where the rest of them are." He retorted. "Are you a hunter?" He asked after a moment of silence.

"No." She replied unfolding her arms and walking over to the dead creature's body. She patted his pockets hoping to find something that could lead them to his base. Dean scoffed at her response.

"Are you seriously going lie to my face after I just saw you decapitate a vampire?"

"I'm not a hunter Dean." She answered through gritted teeth. She found a cellphone in the vamps pocket, she threw it at Dean who caught it effortlessly. "That might help you." She said walking away.

"Hey.!!" He ran behind her and grabbed her arm as he caught up to her. "I could use the back up, you know." He tried to convince her with his captivating smile. She gave him a deadpan expression. "C'mon sweetheart, I'll owe you." He didn't give two shits about back up. He just didn't want her to leave too soon. Now that he knows he can be himself in front of her, he just wants to spend a bit more time with her.

She narrowed her eyes at him, he fidgeted under her scrutinising gaze and she smirked. "C'mon, out with it, sweetheart." She demanded in a teasing tone. Dean let out a huff.

"I thought you were pretty. But now I think you're smoking, you're badass and it's hot so can you blame a man for wanting to spend some more time with you?" He rubbed the back of his neck bashfully. "Besides you seem to know about this stuff and it's just a cherry on top."

"You could've just said so. Besides now that I think about it, you actually might need backup." He rolled his eyes at her teasing, knowing he's completely capable of holding on his own. "Lead the way." She motioned him to lead the way.

He took her to the Impala and she settled in the passengers seat. It wasn't long before she found herself out a cheap motel. He guided her inside his room and she could see the beds were still made, a few empty beer bottles were placed on the table with his laptop sitting on it. 

"May I?" She gestured to his laptop and he shrugged. She took a seat on the chair, before she could open the computer he jumped a bit before snatching it from her. He gestured her to wait a minute and closed all the tabs before giving it back to her. She gave him an amused look and he looked sheepish. "The phone." She raised her palm out in front of him. She went through the messages, the recent one stating,

Get back ASAP. -Rick

Y/n quickly traced the number and a few minutes later the computer pinged. "I got it." She turned the screen towards Dean and he was impressed by how quickly she found their target.

"Let's go, sweetheart."

It didn't take them long to arrive at the vampire's nest. They quickly sneaked inside the abandoned building, Y/n's grip tight on her borrowed machete. She scanned the area before moving in stealthily. Dean right behind her. As they ventured further into the building, a bit of chatter could be heard over loud music coming from upstairs. The duo nodded at each other and made their way upstairs. It all happened in a flash, Y/n noticed they were seven of them and charged fearlessly. Slashing heads after heads. One of them had managed to knock the machete out of her hand but she didn't falter, she jumped a bit and spin kicked the vampire which made him fall a few feet away with a loud thud. That gave her the opening to grab her weapon and end his life.

Y/n and Dean panted, covered in blood with victorious grins of their faces. Dean had witnessed how she'd kicked the vamp and he was impressed. This girl was astonishing him every second. He wanted to know her, he needed to know the girl who denied being a hunter but fought better than one.

"I believe a celebration is in order." Dean said holding his hand out to her. She grabbed it without hesitation.

"My place, Deano." She whispered in his ear and he swore he felt his blood rush to all the right places. After burning the bodies the two got into the Impala, driving to her place. She let him inside her apartment and closed the door behind her.

"Drink?" She questioned walking into the kitchen. Dean nodded. "Have a seat, make yourself comfortable." She gestured to the couch.

"Nah, don't wanna ruin your couch, sweetheart." Dean replied as she came back with two bottles of beer. He took one graciously and took a big swig.

"Then why don't you strip, sweetheart." He mentally groaned as he's never met a woman like this before. He swore if he was capable, he would've fallen in love with her. Her eyes watched how his Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed. Leaving her bottle on the coffee table, she moved toward the bathroom. She tossed her top at him before disappearing inside.

"Fuck, this woman." Dean groaned before joining her inside. She was waiting for him under the shower in all her naked glory. Dean didn't waste anytime before stripping off his clothes and joining her. He stepped under the warm water his chest pressing against her back. She could feel his length pressing into her back. She turned around, slamming her lips into his. He grabbed the back of her head, pulling her closer, their lips met in an incredibly intense kiss, charged with a raw, electric heat. The kiss deepened, becoming fierce, that left them both breathless and craving more. He groaned into her mouth.

"Fuck i gotta take you to bed." He growled. As much as he loves a good shower sex he needs to take her to bed, he needs to have a taste of her sweet nectar, he wants her to fall apart on his tongue at least twice before has his way with her, before he spilts her open. Most of all he wants her to enjoy this as much as he does, he wants her to be comfortable.

She nodded before turning off the shower. He picked her up effortlessly, and threw her on the bed. He kissed her once before making his way down between her legs. He buried his head in her core. Lapping at her juices like a starved man. As much as his body ached to be inside of her, he needed her to come undone on his tongue. And she did. Hard.

"I could eat you all day, fuck you're sweeter than any pie I've ever had." He praised kissing the inside of her thighs.

"Dean." She whimpered. "Need you." She was needy for him, she had never wanted a man as much as she him and she didn't even know his last name.

"Patience, baby." He rasped. Fuck, his voice alone was enough for her to lose every last thread of her sanity. And his expert mouth and fingers had her wanting, begging for more.

He hovered above her, his hand resting beside her head. His other hand tracing all over her body as his mouth left open mouth kisses over her neck and chest. Although she was loving being submissive for him, she was running out of patience. Pulling him down slightly she flipped him on his back, moving up to straddle his waist.

"Easy, princess." Dean teased as she positioned herself and sunk down on him. He groaned loudly as he sheathed inside her completely. "Fuck baby." He grunted as she started moving.

"Dean." She gasped as running her hands all over her body. Throwing her head she moved faster.

"Say my name, just like that." He flipped them over so she was under him again. Pulling her legs over his shoulders, he pounded into her. She didn't remember the last time a man had her screaming his name over and over until it was the only thing she remembered. He pressed his lips onto hers, one of his hands wrapping around her throat, adding slight pressure making her roll her eyes in the back of her head. She kept repeating his name like mantra, with each snap of his hips.

After hours of immense pleasure, she'd lost sense of her surroundings, lost count of the times he's made her come, she didn't even know if it was night or day anymore. All she knew that this enigma of a man was making her feel things she'd never felt before. She came back to her sense as she felt Dean rub gentle circles on her skin.

"You okay, sweetheart?" She nodded slowly. "You were amazing baby girl." He grinned at her handing her a glass of water he brought for her.

"You were fantastic." She responded as he settled in the bed with her. He laid back pulling her down to rest her head on his chest. Pretty soon the day's exhaustion took over and she drifted off to slumber.

"We have to. I have to." A blonde girl muttered with no emotion.

"No we don't." She replied looking somber.

"You don't understand, there is no other way." The blonde girl took a step closer.

"We will find a way. This doesn't have to happen.!" She exclaimed walking backwards.

"I am sorry." Was the last thing she heard the blonde girl say.

A loud scream, woke Dean from his slumber. He shot up and watched Y/n sit up beside him. Her eyes were wide open and she was out of breath.

"Hey hey! Sweetheart, just a nightmare, yeah?" Dean nodded at her, slowly coaxing her.

Not just a nightmare.

"Yeah!" Dean gathered her in his arms, placing a kiss on her head. He didn't know why but his is heart was aching for the girl in his arms. He felt the need to protect her. He gently laid her back on the bed, his arms tightening around her. She felt safe in his arms. She wanted to ask him to stay forever. But she knew she couldn't and she knew he wouldn't.

Dean's woke up as he heard vibrations coming from somewhere. He snuggled into her neck further, but his eyes flew open as he realised it was his phone buzzing. He slipped out of the bed, tripping on his feet as he rushed towards his phone. He somehow managed to pull it out of his jeans before it stopped ringing.

"Fuck." He cursed as he saw the called ID. It was his dad. "Yeah Dad!" He said answering the phone. "Yeah. No, I forgot. It's done." Dean waited for his father to finish speaking so he could go back to the baddie in bed, cuddle her, wake her up with his head between her legs. But his father ordered him to be back in three hours. Since there's no use for him to stay there if the job's done. "Yes, Sir." Dean muttered before hanging up. He knows it's a long drive and he'd only make it in there in three hours if he left right now. There's no time for a quickie and the thought made him groan.

Y/n yawned and stretched as she woke up to an empty bed. She tried not to feel disappointed that he was gone; she knew he would leave eventually. But she had hoped for at least a goodbye. She heard footsteps approaching. Dean emerged through the doorway and flashed her a smile.

"Good morning."

"I thought you left," she mumbled, pulling the covers closer to her body. He inched closer, then kneeled on the bed before her.

"You really thought I'd leave without saying goodbye?" he asked softly, his voice tinged with surprise and amusement. He nugded her nose with his before pressing his lips to her. She gasped as he slipped his tongue inside her mouth. She pulled him closer, pulling him above her, but he pulled apart. "As much I'd love to, I have to leave. My dad called." He explained kissing her pout.

"Alright."

"This is goodbye?" Dean questioned.

"You can stop by whenever you want." She shrugged. Dean nodded.

"Do you think I can call you for backup?" He asked getting dressed.

"Don't you even dare." She threatened even when they both knew they hadn't exchnaged numbers, they didn't even know anything about each other apart from their names. He chuckled placing one last kiss on her lips before leaving her house.

Over the years Dean often thought about Y/n. She was the only woman ever that made Dean's heart leap out of his chest. He was beautiful, fierce, a badass when it came to hunting, but still had a graceful feminine touch to her personality. He was pretty sure she had ruined every other woman for him. His hookups were all meaningless and never enticed him to go for another night. He had every intention to go back to Y/n, visit her, maybe beg her to come with him. But due to this life, he never got the opportunity. Part of him stayed away because she didn't want to do anything with hunting, and he wasn't sure if he could bear her rejection. So he never tried.

Ten years had passed the bakery owner Mrs. Reed passed away and left the bakery in Y/n's name as she had no kin of her own. And she loved Y/n dearly. The old woman knew she was passionate about her job and was worthy of owning the place.

Dean never came back. Y/n never expected him to or even remember her. Y/n was thirty four now. Dean had managed to leave an impression on her. She tried not to think of him often. But this is life. You meet people, you remember some, you forget some. But there's some people she desperately wanted to forget but yet her mind wouldn't let her.

She stopped working at the bar ever since she inherited the bakery, but she still visited the bar on weekends. Having a drink or two. Had she known what awaited her, she would've never left her house that day. Y/n was by the pool table, a glass of whiskey in her hands as she watched the game between between two bulky men.

Her eyes wandered around the place ever so often. Her breath caught in her throat as she made eye contact with those blue eyes. She gulped down her drink in one go. She hoped he didn't recognise her but the smirk on his face said otherwise. She watched as one of men was positioned to take his shot, she accidentally stumbled into him ruining his shot. The large man turned to her and she cowered back in fear.

"He told me to do it." She pointed to his opponent and the large man turned to him. Grabbing him by his collar he threw a punch at his face. A fight broke out, creating enough diversion for her slip away.

"That was clever Y/n." A voice said from behind her as she walked out of the bar. "But you should know it isn't enough to outrun me." She stepped dead in her tracks as turned to face him. There was no way to run. Now that he knows she's alive, there's no way she could ever run. 

"Mr.Ketch." She stuttered taking a step back.

"I never believed you died." He took a step forward. His thick accent still the same as she remembered. "Even if you were nineteen, you were one of the best." She watched in anticipation as he inched closer. "Though I never thought I'd run into you in America."

She was terrified of him. If it had been anyone else, she would've tried to run. If it had been anyone else, she might've felt relieved that they hadn't hurt her yet. But this was him—ruthless, calculating. The more he stalled, the more her fear grew. He liked to make his prey think they had a chance to escape. He liked the chase.

"Mr.Ketch." She spoke again, but she didn't even know what else to say.

"I just don't understand how'd you do it? How did you run from the Men of Letters. And more importantly why?" He circled around her. "Ah you know what, don't bother. I'm not interested."

"Why are you here?" She finally mustered the courage to question him. "I have been living a normal life, I haven't told anyone anything about the Men of Letters." She added feeling the need to explain.

"Don't flatter yourself, darling." Arthur snipped in his usual tone. "I'm not here for you, though it is a pleasant surprise to see you here." A moment of silence passed and Ketch gripped her arm tightly. "Now that I think about it. You're coming with me." She knew struggling against him would be a waste of her energy. He dragged her towards his vintage looking motorcycle.

The ride was short, she didn't recognise where he was taking her. They stopped in front of what looked like a base, located in a hidden bunker. It appeared to be deeply hidden and fortified. He placed his hand on the biometric scanner, the security gate opened and he dragged in her inside the by arm.

He nudged her move on her own, he opened a door to what seemed to be a briefing room. There were screens placed all over the place, some showed maps, locations and security footage of God knows what places. A huge table with chairs was set up in the middle. The door opened for a second time and someone entered the room while her back was to the door.

"Look what I found." Ketch announced, turning her around forcefully. Her heart stopped for a minute when her gaze landed on the newcomer. Those eyes, the ones she memorised fifteen years ago, stared back at her with an unreadable expression. That scar across his right cheek was the same as she remembered.

"Mick." She breathed out. He was frozen in his place. He never thought he'd ever get to see her. He had always hoped and prayed for her safety. Seeing her back in the same hell again, the one he rescued her from, he didn't know how to feel.

She didn't care if she shouldn't have done it in front of Ketch but she ran straight into his arms. Her best friend. The one that helped her when she it needed the most. The one who risked his life help her run. As the initial shock wore off, Mick wrapped his arms around her. Hugging her tightly, not wanting to let go. He'd missed her.

"Well, isn't it heartwarming." Ketch said sarcastically, from behind her, making them pull apart.

"What do you want from me?" She snapped, her fear now turning into anger and frustration.

"Now that is a very good question, darling." Ketch clicked his fingers before towering her. "What do you think will happen when the Elders find out a rogue hunter is alive?" He sneered as he spoke. "They'd issue your death warrant. And trust me I would love to carry out those orders."

There was no doubt that he was right, Y/n knew and Mick did too. They would have her killed. The main reason Mick declared her dead was to ensure they would never look for her ever again. And that plan had been successful for fifteen years- until today. Until Ketch found her.

"I have a job for you. Complete it, or you won't live to see another sunrise." Ketch said retrieving his gun from his gear. "So what's it gonna be?" He questioned pointing the gun to her head.

"What's the job?" Ketch smirked at her answer and Mick let out a resigned sigh.

"Eliminate the Winchesters. From within."

Y/n didn't know who the Winchesters were or why the British Men of Letters were so concerned about them. But knowing Ketch as she did, she was sure he wouldn't hesitate to assassinate the Winchesters if it weren't so complicated.

"Mick here will tell you whatever you need to know," Ketch said, grabbing his stuff. Turning to her, he added, "And Y/n, one wrong move." He warned, pointing his gun at her to emphasize that he wouldn't hesitate to shoot. She nodded meekly before he left.

"Oh god." She let out a breath as the menacing man left the room. She turned to Mick embracing him again. He patted her back, calming her down. "How have you been?" She asked pulling away to look at him.

"I've been better. I'm ecstatic to see you, but I'm terrified for what might happen to you." He replied, his familiar accent soothing her. She gave him a small smile.

"Don't worry about me, Micky." He rolled his eyes at her for using his old nickname she'd given him. "I've had a great life thanks to you. After I'm done with these Winchesters, I might end up killing Ketch and maybe we can run away. I'm not leaving my best friend behind this time." She said sounding determined.

"Sure thing kiddo." He ruffled her hair. She pouted slapping his hand away. She hated when he did that.

"Fill me in about these Winchesters." She said plopping down on one of the chairs.

"They're brothers. American hunters, currently residing in a Men of Letters bunker in Lebanon, Kansas." Mick stated sitting beside her.

"What's Wretch's beef with them?" She questioned. Mick let out a laugh knowing who she was referring to.

"It's not a personal conflict. They're meddling with business." Mick replied.

"Such as?"

Mick gave her a look. She immediately understood that the Winchesters weren't fond of their methods. The British Men of Letters had no regard for collateral damage, as long as their goals were achieved. It was one of the reasons Y/n got out. She had had enough of having innocent blood on her hands.

"And why can't that cunt deal with them himself?" She asked.

"They've proven to be a bit unpredictable. They've outsmarted him. And they're resilient as hell." Mick informed her, a smirk appeared on her face.

"I like these Winchesters. At lease someone gave Wretch hell." She snickered. Mick chuckled before dropping a file in front of her. The file was labeled as 'Winchesters'. She flipped the file open and read through it.

Sam and Dean Winchester. The name Dean brought back memories, her mind flashed with the images of the green eyed hunter. Her eyes widened as realisation hit. Dean, American Hunter. She flipped through the file for a photo. When she found one attached to the page with a paperclip, she removed it and inspected closely. The man in the photo looked familiar, he no longer had that boyish charm on his face, he looked her older. But those eyes. Those green eyes.

Son of a bitch.

Y/n mulled things over, he probably won't even remember her. But does she want to play puppet for Ketch. She ran away from this god forsaken organisation for a reason. But then she knew Ketch wouldn't just kill her. He would torture her, mentally and physically. She could bear the physical pain being inflicted onto her but she knows he would drag Mick into this to break her. And she can't let that happen. She owed him her life, her happiness, those fifteen years she spent as a normal human being. He'd always treated like a little sister and she'd seen him like the big brother she never had. She can't let anything happen to him. She won't.

"I guess I got work to do." Y/n mumbled closing the file. "Call Wretch." She told Mick. The man nodded and called Ketch. The man came back with a stoic look on his face. "Final goal?" She questioned.

"On our side or dead." Ketch replied.

"When I do this, you'd better keep your pestering ass out of my way. And don't you dare show up anywhere near me!" Ketch scoffed at her threat. "I'm serious, those guys hate your guts and I don't want to be seen with you. Don't want your incompetence to mess up my work." This triggered Ketch and his face twitched a bit but he held back.

"Be my guest." He taunted before leaving again.

Mick helped her get back to her apartment. She dropped on her bed as she formulated a plan.

Plan A, get them to be partners with the British Men of Letters.

Plan B, Elimination.

She hoped it never came to Plan B.

Y/n knew her best shot at getting close to the Winchesters would be Dean. She'd read about them, the British Men of Letters had kept an eye on them for a long time. She knew Sam would be a bit suspicious of her but given her past with Dean, she could manage to accomplish her mission. Out of all the places in the country, Y/n never thought Dean would settle down here, in Lebanon. How come she never ran into him she wondered, but then again, she never went out much, just the bakery or the bar. It makes her question why he never visited her. Maybe he did forget about her.

Y/n visited the bar Dean visited frequently, according to the files. She'd been here for the fourth day in a row and he hadn't showed up yet again. She wanted to run into him accidentally, just so he wouldn't get suspicious of her. It wasn't unlikely for him to bump into an old fling at the bar. It would be completely coincidental. The door to the bar opened and walked in the green eyed hunter she'd been waiting for.

If he looked gorgeous back then Y/n didn't know how to describe him now. His features a bit more rugged, his hair a bit tousled, a bit of stubble present on his jaw and she pressed her thighs together, wanting to feel that scruff between her legs.

She downed her drink quickly as she watched him take a seat on one of the stools by the bar. She quickly made her way towards him. She lightly tapped on his shoulder and waited for him to turn around.

Dean wasn't in the mood to be bothered by anyone, and he certainly didn't want to deal with an annoying woman clinging onto his side. He presumed if he'd act uninterested, whoever it was, would leave him alone. But they persisted, tapping on his shoulder once again. He grumbled before turning around, ready to tell the intruder to fuck off but time froze as he did.

Dean didn't believe his eyes, it was Y/n. She was right in front of him. In the flesh. She logged a bit older than the last time he saw her. Her y/h/c was a bit longer, her body had grown, in more ways than one. She was a pretty girl but she's turned into an even more beautiful woman. He blinked a bit when he heard her call his name.

"Dean? Dean, you zoned out."

"Fucking hell. Y/n!" It wasn't a question. It was an exclamation. He remembered her. "Goodness, sweetheart. Look at you." Dean beamed. "Still beautiful as ever."

"And look at you, still charming as ever." She replied with a grin. He missed her. He missed this. She was the only woman who could tease him and match his flirty banter.

"How have you been?" Dean asked her.

"Been good. Though I'm a bit upset." She pouted. Although she was doing a job, she couldn't help but say what she felt.

"Why is that, sweetheart?"

"Well you're here, and you didn't visit." She replied honestly. He hadn't expected her to say that. He never thought she'd want him to visit her. "Is there a girlfriend or a wife I should know of?"

"None." He replied. At his answer she stepped closer, wrapping her arms around his neck, his arms immediately circling her waist.

"Missed you." She whispered in his ear making him shudder. The woman that has been invading his dreams for the past ten years is back in his arms and he was losing control. He dragged his nose through the column of her neck, inhaling her scent.

"Missed you too baby." If she was being honest, being back in his arms made her forget why she was there in the first place. Although she'd barely spent 24 hours with him in total, she'd missed him immensely over the years. "Let's get out of here, yeah?" She nodded, he turned and threw a few bills to cover for his beer. His arm never leaving her waist, he pulled towards the Impala. "You still live at the same place?" She nodded again as he pulled the car out of the parking.

They reached her place soon enough but none of them were eager to rip their clothes off of each other. With his hand tightly clutched in hers, she pulled him to the couch Dean's strong arms encircle Y/n, holding her close against his chest, where they can feel the steady beat of his heart. His warmth surrounds her. Dean's fingers lazily trace patterns on Y/n's back, his touch gentle and reassuring. Y/n nestles her head against the crook of his neck, inhaling the scent she missed so much. It hasn't even been an hour since she was back in his arms, and she's already considering telling Ketch to fuck off.

"What have you been up to these days?"

"Hunting. What about you?" Dean shifts slightly, pulling Y/n even closer, and presses a soft kiss to the top of her head. There's a quiet contentment in the air, the kind that comes from being with someone who makes you feel safe and cherished. Neither of them knew just how desperately they wanted each other, until now.

"Ah same old. I'm the owner of the bakery now. And i stopped working at the bar."

"That's amazing, sweetheart."

"When are you leaving?" Her question echoed through the quiet apartment. He tensed slightly; he hadn't told her he lived here now. He wasn't ready for her reaction upon discovering he'd been living here for years and never bothered to visit. Not this soon But he knew he had to come clean sooner or later. If he wanted something more with her—something real this time—he needed to tell her the truth.

"I'm not." She looked at him with curious eyes, although she knew he was living in the Men of Letters bunker with his brother. She knew almost everything about him— yet here she was, pretending. She hated doing it. "I live here with my brother. Have been for a while."

"I see." She replied looking down at his chest. A part of her was hurt that he had been living her and he didn't come find her. If Ketch hadn't appointed her with this job, she would've never met Dean again.

"Cmon, don't be like that, sweetheart. I wanted to come see you. I just thought maybe you'd moved on, had someone in your life. We didn't exactly make any promises." He rubbed the back of his head. "Besides, I don't think I would've been able to handle seeing you with someone else." A smile broke onto her features at his admission.

"There hasn't been anyone. No one was the flirty green-eyed hunter." She grinned up at him. It was the truth, she did meet other people over the years but they weren't Dean.

"I was wondering, if you'd want to give us a real chance? I know this is sudden, we just met again-" she didn't let him complete, she stopped him mid sentence by pressing her lips to his.

"I'd love to." Y/n was now questioning her own skills; she hadn't been on a job for fifteen years. The lines were blurring for her. She wasn't sure if she'd be able to complete this job or get herself killed by Ketch. Whatever it was, she didn't care in that moment. She wanted Dean. And he was willing to himself to her.

Dean stayed the night but nothing happened. Y/n served Dean the pie in her fridge, she loved how his face lit up like a child. Even after years his love for pie was still the same. The curled up in bed, catching up on each other's lives they missed over the years.

"Your best friend is an angel?" She looked at him incredulously. He chuckled at her reaction and nodded.

"Yeah. He's more like a baby in a trench coat."His laugh made her smile sadly. The more he told her about his life, the more she was second guessing this job. Is she really going to kill him and his brother if they don't cooperate with the British Men of Letters.

"I'm sorry Dean." He looked down at her with a questioning gaze. "The years haven't been kind to you." She pressed a soft kiss to his chest. "I can't even imagine how you'd felt, going to hell, purgatory. I'm so sorry." She cupped his cheek, staring in those green eyes that'd seen so much. There's pain but there's adoration, for her.

"It's in the past." He shrugged nonchalantly. He didn't know what possessed him to tell her his life story but he wanted to tell her everything. He wanted to be emotionally connected with her, he wanted it to be real, more than just a physical relationship. "Go to sleep, sweetheart." He kissed her forehead as she snuggled closer to him.

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[worksby-d]

Wrong Donut

Pairing: Andy Barber x pregnant!Reader

Summary: You can't get your favorite donut with your coffee, so Andy lets you cry to him about it over the phone 😖 (Idea from a lovely anon).

Warnings: None. Just soft and silly 🤭

Word count: ~800

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Don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry. 

You roll your eyes at yourself. Repeating the words in your head only makes it worse really. 

Pulling up to the drive thru window, you’re thankful you have your sunglasses on so the teenager working doesn’t have to see that he inadvertently ruined a pregnant woman's day by telling you that they’re out of your favorite donut.

The short drive back to work is spent blinking tears away so you can see. You think–hope–it does the trick to ward them off completely.

It feels like you’re in the clear until you sit down at your desk to drink your coffee and, reluctantly, the donut the guy recommended to you instead of your usual. You only said yes to it because any more words out of your mouth would have given away the sob you were holding back.

You break down when you open the paper bag and catch a glimpse of it. Not the same.

“Fuck,” you curse at yourself for being so upset, pushing the bag away. 

Wiping some tears off your cheeks with your sweater, you grab your phone and fast walk down the hall to a restroom so no one can see you. 

The only way you know how to cope lately is calling Andy and hoping he has time to let you vent. The poor guy. You suspect one of these days he’ll just stop taking your calls, but you hope it's not today. 

It takes a few deep breaths before you can get yourself to dial his number.

On his end, he sees his phone light up and he knows the drill since you're only voice calling and not video calling like you usually prefer with him. 

“Hi, honey,” he answers carefully, bracing himself. 

“Hi,” you answer back, ready to lose it again from just hearing his voice. 

He can hear the frown on your face. 

“What's wrong?” 

“I got the wrong donut,” you sniffle. 

That's a new one, he thinks to himself. “What?” 

“I went to get my coffee and donut, but I had to go during lunch because I was running late this morning,” you recount. Tears fill your eyes again. “But because it was later in the day and they were busy, they didn't have the donut I wanted. I had to get a different one. And it's just not... right.”

He tries his best not to laugh, he really does. 

“I'm sorry that happened.” You can hear the tinge of amusement in his voice, but he's also being genuine. “It’s just a donut though, baby…” 

“I know,” you sob – Loud enough for him to hold his phone away from his ear for a second. “I think that's why I'm crying. I know it's stupid.” 

He can't help but laugh now. “It's not stupid,” he assures. “You’re just emotional.” 

He just listens to the residual crying on your end until it sounds like you're ready to talk again. 

“Where are you, by the way?” 

“Hiding in the bathroom.” 

He smiles hearing you laugh a little. 

“Did you eat?” He asks. Stupid question. He bites his lip. “I know it wasn't the you-know-what that you wanted, but you have to eat.” 

You roll your eyes at the way he censors the word. 

“Not yet…” You sigh, fixing your smudged makeup while you finish talking to him. Or maybe not. “Will you stay on the phone with me? Distract me while I do?”

He can't say no to you. “Of course.” 

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When you get home from work a couple hours later, you’ve forgotten all about your mid-day crisis. It was just like all of the other minute things that have made you cry over the past couple weeks. 

You don’t question that you got home before Andy. Every evening is a little different depending on how busy each of you are. Besides, you probably did hold him up by crying to him during your lunch break anyway. So you just go ahead and get everything out that you need for dinner while you wait for him.

Hearing the door open, you call out to let him know you’re in the kitchen. 

“Hi,” you beam at him. 

He’s relieved to see you smiling as he crosses the room to give you a quick hug and kiss on the cheek. “Hey, sweetie.”

Your eyes become focused on a paper bag in his hand though, giving him a look when he sets it on the counter in front of you. 

“What’s that?” 

“For you,” he winks. 

You’re skeptical, grabbing the bag and opening it slowly. You let out a short laugh catching sight of the donut that you wanted so badly earlier. 

“My donut?” You pout, looking back at him. “You found one?”

“Oh God, don’t cry,” he chuckles seeing the look in your eyes and pulls you into his arms. “That was supposed to do the opposite.”

“I can’t help it,” you sniffle, closing your eyes and pressing your face into his neck to keep yourself from crying. “Thanks.”

“It was a fresh batch. I'll go back and buy them all for you...”

He says it like he's joking, but you don't think he is. That's exactly something he would do for you.

“No, it's okay,” you laugh, holding your arms around him tighter as if to keep him from doing so. “Don't want anyone else going through what I did.”

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[kn-1013]

Sal Headcannons

I've done headcannons and Larry and Travis, so now it's time for my Sal headcannons. CW for mentions of suicide.

His Jersey accent used to be a lot thicker, but faded over time as he lived in Nockfell. He still calls it 'wutter' instead of 'water' though, and Larry makes fun of him for it (S: Can I get some wutter? L: No, I can get you some water though).

Henry and Sal are pretty isolated from the rest of their family. Diane's family don't like Henry because they think he had something to do with Diane's death, and they've tried to influence Sal to believe that he did, but it didn't work. They aren't in contact with Henry's parents because quite frankly they're just awful people, and Henry hasn't spoken to them since Sal was very young.

Sal takes bugs outside with a cup and is unnerved by squishing them.

He can't drive because his depth perception has been pretty badly damaged from both losing one eye, and the mild brain damage he received after the shooting. He still feels comfortable enough to ride his bike most of the time, though.

Yeah, he got a bit of brain damage after the shooting, and experiences mild issues with balance, vertigo, depth perception, swallowing, occasionally with speech, and reading/reading comprehension.

He was born with a cleft lip and palette, and that coupled with the missing cheek and the brain damage makes it so that he has a mild speech impediment most noticeable with P's (they can sound more like B's), and S's (slight lisp), and he often slurs his speech slightly, especially when he's tired. He also has tendencies to skip over words when speaking, say them out of order, or conjoin words.

He has ADHD.

Despite his lack of a license, he has been driving a couple of times before, though it's usually because Larry convinced him to. Larry would drive his truck down to an isolated location and have Sal drive around for fun, and it was mostly just donuts because as soon as Sal learned how to do those, that was all he wanted to do.

After the shooting, Henry started drinking heavily and began neglecting his son's posttraumatic needs, and most other needs. He also got bullied for his face and his feminine nature very heavily, getting worse as he got older and the teens got meaner. His friends mostly defended him, but they could be just as mean at times, and it never really felt like he was a part of the group as much as he was their pet freak. This all caused Sal to become extremely bitter and mean for a long time, which comes as a surprise to his friends, having only known him as a very kind person.

He attempted suicide once, when he was around fifteen or sixteen, as a result of the mounting stress and mental health problems. This is what caused Henry to really wake up about his alcoholism, realizing that if he couldn't better, then he'll lose his son, too.

In the aftermath of this attempt, after having to deal with patronizing doctors for weeks, Sal managed to express his bitterness and hatred and anger properly for the first time in years by yelling at his father about it until he broke down. This was the beginning of their relationship beginning to heal. Still, Sal said a lot of things he regrets now during that breakdown. (S: If you took five minutes to stop pickling your frontal love in Miller Lite, you'd have enough brain cells left to realize what was going on with me a lot sooner.)

Sal hates doctors more than anything, having had some very negative experiences with them over the years. He finds them extremely patronizing and often feels gaslit after talking to one professionally, because they're often extremely homophobic to him, assuming that his gender non-conformity is somehow the result of an Ed Gein-like pathology. If they're not being homophobic, they see his face, his disabilities, and his psychiatric issues, and they start treating him like a toddler, (it gets worse in psychiatric hospitals).

With how I write him, Sal definitely has quite a bit of BPD, but with the original storyline, he wouldn't have gotten the chance to get diagnosed. In AUs, he probably gets diagnosed sometime in his early to mid twenties, as that's when his symptoms really become apparent as relationships in his life start getting more serious and his old coping mechanisms start becoming much more pathological.

I've given some of my weird bullshit to Travis (autism) and Ash (mystery, because I haven't made her post yet lol), so I've also been giving Sal some too: He has POTS, but Henry explained it to Sal as 'your mom's heart thing'. It started when he was around 14, and got progressively worse over the years, but he didn't know it was a problem until Lisa pointed out that he wasn't experiencing a normal fatigue when she took his blood pressure with her at-home monitor one time, and he displayed tachycardia and low blood pressure. He often wears compression gear underneath his clothes to help, and can often be seen drinking pickle juice, because it's cheaper than pedialyte.

Due to the everything that's wrong with him, he's very passionate about disability justice.

His favorite horror movie is Texas Chainsaw Massacre, because it was the first one he watched with Larry. To this day, he maintains that Bubba Sawyer did nothing wrong, that it was the fault of those stupid teenagers, and that the sequels take away what made the first movie so good by making them so over the top.

He watched Carrie once and it made him cry. In retrospect, it reminds him somewhat of Travis.

Considers Nightmare on Elm Street a kid's movie.

His favorite actor is Michael Berryman, as he is a successful and well-liked person with facial/body differences, and that makes him feel a bit more confident in himself.

Sal has a lot of gender-differences, but I don't know if he would ever label it officially. I do think he should try Estrogen though. It's a recreational drug, he'll like it.

With sexuality, I think Sal is bisexual. As far as types go, I think he's most into people with more dominant personalities than his; people who like to talk more, people who are very passionate, people who know what they want, people who can take the lead in a relationship because he's definitely too nervous for that, etc. I think Ash falls into this category, which is what draws him to her.

Larry also falls into this category as well, if we wanna talk Sal/Larry. He has more experience and stands on a more solid ground identity-wise than Sal does, which makes him a great rock and dominant character in the relationship.

Travis does not fall into this category, at least not at first, because he simply doesn't feel very comfortable with himself or in a relationship with another guy at first. Especially with Sal, I think this would probably be his, like, first or second relationship, so he's not very experienced at all, and has trouble knowing what he wants. But, this changes a lot as he grows into himself and eventually becomes the more dominant one of the relationship.

No matter what the end-goal ship is for the story i'm writing, I always picture Sal and Ash having dated for a bout a year or so during or after high school, then breaking up, usually either for Ash's college reasons, or general mutual reasons, such as Sal not being stable enough for a relationship mentally, or realizing they do better as friends.

Upon reflecting on the relationship, Ash describes dating Sal as more like dating a girl than a guy. All things considered, she holds Sal in high esteem as a partner, as he was very attentive to her needs and generally eager to communicate. Though, his biggest issue was that he could be cagey and didn't like it when she focused on him too much, due to his insecurities and fears around intimacy.

Sal has always been feminine and faggy, which is why it was somewhat of a surprise to Henry when it turned out he DID like girls, just in addition to boys. Not that that's a bad thing, he just wasn't expecting it.

Henry's parents are pretty homophobic, and instilled a lot of that into him, but a lot of that started changing when he had his own son, who seemed so pleased to wear fairy princess dresses that Henry couldn't bring himself to do to Sal what was done to him in the name of an increasingly arbitrary masculinity. He ended up having to argue with a lot of doctors to leave Sal's expression alone, because they kept claiming that it was some kind of pathological issue that needed to be fixed, and not just who he was. (H: The problem isn't that he's a fag, he's always been that way! The problem is that his mother was killed right in front of him, and his face was disfigured! Why don't you focus on that?)

This is getting a bit long now, lol. I'll need to make a part two at some point because I think about Sal way too much. It's very easy for me to write for him, because we have a lot of very similar experiences with 'random tragedies'. He's probably my favorite to write for, aside from Todd.

[yan-randomfandom]

Hey! I wanted to ask if you could do a platonic peri X female reader? Like reader is his new good kid or something? Do what you want, Love ur stuff byyeee! :D

a/n: my bad its kinda angsty 😭 he made you his therapist,,, slight,, prolly ooc too,, im so off today,, DONT READ THIS STAY AWAY 😭😭😭

💟 ; Peri & Kid!Reader :} no wait :{

"I wish she has her favorite flavor of donut inside that lunchbox!"

Peri lifted his wand, the star glowing brighter as he granted your wish. You grinned, almost mischievously, watching your classmate open her lunch. She's going to be so surprised and happy—!

But you were met with disappointment. She pulled out the donut with no packaging, or even a container at that. It left a mess on her fingers and inside her lunchbox. At this point, it was practically unedible.

"Peri..." you side-eyed him gracefully, your eyes narrowing. He smiled sheepishly in response.

Despite the initial mess, you continued having been lunch with your hopefully permanent friend, yapping about anything that came to mind. Yet, you couldn't help but notice that Peri, disguised as a necklace, was awfully quiet throughout the whole session.

Sure, he was supposed to, but it still felt odd. He usually had a few sassy remarks up his sleeve.

After school, you finally decided to confront him.

"Peri, I'm—"

"I'm so sorry!" he sobbed, a bit dramatically, his arms flailing out. "I don't know what's gotten into me, and I know I'm the world's most godawful godparent—"

You blinked. "Huh? But... you did what I asked you to. I was going to say sorry, and I should've been more specific and told you to give her packaged donuts."

Peri paused, staring at you with a big frown on his face. That face was distracting enough to interrupt you mid-way.

"...Why are you looking at me like that?" you asked, raising a brow.

"You're so different from Dev," he murmured. "Too kind."

Your shoulders slumped. This wasn’t the first time he’d mentioned Dev. In fact, during the first few days, that was all he ever talked about.

"Is that... a bad thing?" you mumbled, looking down.

Peri patted your head, gently ruffling your hair. "You're a good kid. Which is why I'm so surprised you even need a fairy godparent."

His eyes widened at your expression. "No! Of course not, starshine," he floated over to you quickly. "I didn't mean to make you feel that way. It's just... he was my first godkid, and we ended on a pretty bad note."

"Seriously," you said, scrunching your nose, "you say that like it's a bad thing."

His eyebrows furrowed. "You don't deserve to feel miserable."

"If anything, you're the miserable one," you snickered, but your smile faltered when he looked genuinely affected.

"...But I'm glad I met you, Peri," you quickly added, softening your words with a smile. "And I'm sure, whoever this Dev kid is, he'd be proud of you."

Peri mustered a crooked smile, thinking about how, if Dev had heard your words, he’d be offended beyond belief.

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if you think something's wrong w peri then i think you're absolutely rigt

[trigunsbbygirl]

Reverse Isekai HCs with Vash

okay this WAS meant to just be realitively vague general headcannons but it kinda turned into giving Vash a good time after he's spent a lot of time learning about Earth

also got a bit sidetracked on some points😅

•he's very eager to learn practically everything about Earth!! he wants to know how the weather works, the different types of biomes and animals, the cultures and the foods, he watches every documentary and youtube video you show him very intently and eagerly:(<3 he's got the cutest face and reactions when he watches them

•he asks a lot of questions, especially in the beginning! Vash would be really happy even if you gave the most basic answer possible. he kinda looks up to you a lot for the more general information and helping to push him in the right direction for when he wants to learn something

•so start him off light, the basics! there's 7 continents, the different types of weather, biomes and land/waterforms and expand from there! how the biomes have certain weather patterns, the animals and plants you can find there and so on

•once he's used to navigating your computer and you've taught him internet safety and to avoid certain things, he's using it to learn all about whatever is on his mind that day. you'll come home from work or school and he'll run up to you and tell you all the stuff he learned about that day.

•he's really proud and excited about it all so please share at least a little bit of that excitement! even better, if you take the time to learn/refresh your mind with him! even if you're just in the same room with him, doing something else and only half paying attention, Vash is still really happy!

•also!! pls praise him!! it's not easy to be thrown onto a different planet(even if he does know a bit about it) and learn so many new things but he's trying his best!

•one day you came home with a box of donuts and explained that you asked for the next few days off so you and Vash could do whatever he wanted. you even saved up so if Vash wanted to travel to the next city or go someplace like the museum or an aquarium you could!

•at first Vash was really hesitant to accept this, like he felt guilty in a way? he also felt like he didn't really deserve it since he was just learning what every person has to learn in school.

•but after gentle reassurance Vash agrees, and he's actually pretty excited; it's been a while since he's properly hung out with you.

•after thinking over the suggestions you bring up, Vash decides he wants to try going to a spa and getting a pedicure and manicure. he's pretty hesitant to bring it up at first, doubt and insecurities rising in his mind. but Vash thinks about how you said that he deserves love, care and to treat himself. so he timidly asks if the spa would allow him to wear a long sleeved shirt and sweatpants, and if they could avoid certain areas during the massage.

•I like to think that during the pedimani, Vash asked for deep blue nail polish that shimmers in the light as a base. then he asks for different red flowers on each finger, except for the pinky, and the thumb being the more detailed one. the artist doing his nails even offers to make a set for his prosthetic.(ngl I wanna try to design what I have in mind msnms)(vash with makeup? just a side idea don't mind me)

•he's very in awe of how much detail you can fit onto such a small space, he can't stop staring at his and your nails. (he begs you to take a photo shoot with him showing off the nails)

•for the next day he wanted to go hiking up to a camping spot you had heard about from a friend.

•Vash takes every opportunity he can to go hiking with you! he's so enamored with the nature on earth. Vash may have heard a lot from Rem, seen grass, flowers and trees, but nothing beats actually seeing all the flora grow in its natural habitats!

•as you two are walking up the trail, Vash takes the time to admire the plants around him. he also carefully picks a leaf and/or flower and puts it into a flower press you had gifted him. (you also gave him a blank journal with it, explaining that he could create scientific pages that talked about each plant he finds or, he could make art with the stuff he pressed.

"that way no matter where you go, you'll always have a little piece of nature with you," you had told him. Vash doesn't want to read between the lines of what you had said.)

•Vash cherishes the book and already almost has it filled up. he found out about polaroids and bought one so he could put the pictures of each plant into the journal as well

•okay onto camping I got sidetracked hmnnrmb

•he offers to carry everything, if not most of the stuff up the trail, the sweetheart <3 but you kindly refuse the offer.(he insists on helping set up the tent and starting the fire though)

•once it's all set up, he's eagerly grabbing your phone and a pair of cheap microphones he found at a gift store.

•Vash doesn't care at all if you're singing is horrible or amazing in this moment, he just wants you to have as much fun as during your little karaoke/concert! be as loud as your heart desires too! hardly anyone comes to the campsite your at.

•and yes, Vash absolutely makes you dance with him! even if it's just you wiggling your body around or just jumping to the beat he's happy! if you're fine with it, he's gonna grab your hands and swing your arms around to the beat.

•does a solo and if the song has any innuendos in it he's doing the most exaggerated sexy movements. (if you've seen any of those dance videos where a person dances giving 10%, 100% and 1000%, he's the 1000% the dork<3)

does the same with songs like Bring Me to Life, exaggerated desperate movements and singing

•after the performance, Vash looks at you with the most serious face he can muster and ask "so, how was my performance?" (basically that one swimming anime dub,) you're glad you recorded the whole thing, and he's glad you're having such a good time<3

•if you give him a performance too he's clapping and cheering you on. he hopes you can't tell how entranced he is with you in that moment, even if you look like a total dork singing off key and doing the weirdest movements. give him a flirty gesture and he becomes a blushing mess.

•if you know any dances to a song, he's asking you to teach him. and he's a quick learner! he may not get it perfectly, but he gets the gist of it and is pretty proud of himself. lights up even more when you praise him

•not to be sad but a part of him wishes the others were here to experience all of this. he knows they would enjoy is so much:( but he doesn't dwell on it too much, the two of you are supposed to be having a fun night so

•anyways once you're tired from all the dancing and singing, Vash pulls out the hotdogs and makings for smores. (he knows how to toast the perfect marshmallow!)(ik this is about Vash, but Wolfwood would set marshmallows on fire until they're black and offer them around, shoving it into people's faces-)

•once you've both had your fill, you both get comfy in the tent. don't worry about being cold! he's a heater!(where was he when I was camping)

•you two talk about whatever comes to mind and eventually you ask what else he wants to do in the future, and he immediately brings up a tidepool documentary he watched earlier in the week. Vash was really curious about all the weird animals he saw, and yeah, you could definitely take him to the tidepools at the beach. that'll be exciting.

[kanmom51]

JK live 30 July 2023

Part 1

cr./Creators of media used in this post.

JK came to us live after pre-recording his performance for Inkigayo, while waiting at the studio for the live show. It was a pr-scheduled live, and as such, once again, he arranged for the AI translations to run while we were watching it live, which might I say, was abso-fucking-lutely fabulous, as we got front row and immediate gratification. And I will explain it all.

One word to describe it.

SAVAGE

Well, JK style savage that is. Because even while being savage he's being too nice.

But I guess even JK has a limit to his patience for 'army'.

I will talk about what JK had to say in just a second, but first let me address the fuckery that went on.

Who are these people?

No. Really. Who are they?

How stupid can you be?

The live is with fucking translations, there are no excuses. There is no "I didn't understand what JK was saying" going on here.

There is only "I don't give a shit about what he's saying or asking of me because I'm a selfish fuck that wants, no, demands that he address MY comment or question".

And on top of that you got the TKKs, a big chunk of those fuckers up there making their stupid comments.

And all of them with total disregard to what JK tells them or asks of them.

At first he apologises for not being able to react to all comments, even if the fan is rude and entitled. But then it's on repeat. And he addresses it again, and again until JK, Mr. "I love army and they are 70-80% of my and my happiness" loses his patience with that shit as well.

As for TKKs, I guess his way to show them exactly what he thinks about them spamming him in the comments was to actually answer their questions. And boy, was he frigging savage. I was watching it live and screaming, like I couldn't believe he actually said it. JK's like "you really want to know? Well, here you go bitches..."

And let's talk about that a little, or a lot.

JK comes to this live super tired, after sleeping only an hour at night and after pre-recording Seven. Fighting sleep he was saying, and surviving on coffee, lol.

JK was really wanting to share in this live. He wants to have a conversation with army. For us to ask him questions and for him to talk with us, answer our questions, share his thoughts with us. And for the utmost he tried to. He was answering questions, including on the deeper side of things (such as mental health).

So let's get to it why don't we?

JK was sharing with us how he had trouble adjusting to the cameras again. When he performs instead of army having to look at the cameras. If you watch the performance you can actually see the shy smile, that awkwardness, .

He was so cute talking about what he ate - he was given a sandwich from the truck there in his honour, and then he HAD to taste a sandwich from the sandwich truck he had there for the fans. He had to taste it, but he also finished it, lol. So he ended up eating 2 sandwiches. And this is after eating a donut also gifted to him by Pdogg who came to visit him before the pre-recording, lol.

And after all that he went out to eat. But because he ate so much before he couldn't eat much.

So he's stuffed with food and being tired to begin with, now suffering from a bad food coma (which to begin with he suffers of more than others, idk, not a doctor here, but can I make a crazy guess that maybe it's because he stuffs his face more than others when he eats?), lol.

He can't fall asleep, because then he would get swollen, so he's trying to move around and not sleep.

JK tells us he's a little nervous, being a while since he has done a music show. He is also alone there. And we did see how nervous he was during the live interview and the announcement as well.

He talks about idols now days that know how to look at the camera and do ending poses and he doesn't.

This man, someone all these young idols look up to, admire, want to be like, and he's so very humble and unpresumptuous.

JK says how he enjoyed the pre recording and because it ended quicker than expected he got to spend some time with army after.

And it was very fun, his words.

After the show he's going home, wash up and sleep. He needs to sleep (which now we know he didn't do, as he had to do his laundry and stay up real late and not sleep until after he goes live to set some facts straight).

JK says he's sleepy and to wake him up. I think it's safe to say that what follows definitley wakes him up.😑

Some comments were ok and were definitley a conversation starter. Like missing Jin and Hobi, to which he replied that he misses them too. So much.

He's asked if he's not going to pierce his eyebrow again and answers that he won't, that washing up is too tedious with it.

And then it starts, and doesn't end pretty much until the end of the live:

Where is Taehyung?

JK: "He's probably somewhere. I don't keep up with the members all the time, everyone. I don't know either."

This here, my friends, is what TKKs had zero shame to call him a liar for. Now, let's be clear here. JK was not omitting or telling something that could be conceived as a half truth, you know, to cover up a closeted queer relationship.

First of all JK chose to answer the question. He could have easily not read it out loud and answer it. I can assure you there were JM related questions in the comments and JK does choose to answer one of them. But it's his choice as to which he picks to read and answer and which he doesn't. If he wanted to hide his supposed secret queer relationship with Tae, he most definitley did not have to choose to answer that question.

But no, he chose to read it and answer it because he wanted to set things straight. And here is my next point.

JK did not only answer in the likes of IDK or more so "how am I supposed to know?", but he also continued to explain that he's not in touch with the members all the time. He is putting Tae on same level as other members, and just like with the others, he's not in touch with him and has no idea of his whereabouts.

It's also the way he says it: "I don't keep up with the members all the time everyone...". This is meant not only for the person who wrote the comment but for EVERYONE to understand.

And he ends it with "I don't know either". This is him placing himself on the same level of knowledge as us. He, just like us, doesn't know where Tae is, and obviously has not been in touch with him lately.

At this point he's 'amused', snickering at the end of that one. And he continues with saying he'll send him a message saying army are asking where he is.

But that snicker, in my opinion is not really him being amused. I do think he is annoyed by it. Yes, he is smiling and 'laughing', but he's annoyed.

And it of course doesn't end at that. TKKs were blasting him in the comments section.

"Tell Taehyung to do a live broadcast?"

JK: "ok. I'll try telling him." smiling but I don't feel it's about being amused, and more about "what the fuck are these comments? Why the fuck do they think I have any kind of influence over Tae? And why isn't this shit ending?".

JK is asked what he thinks of army. This man clearly loves army. He's been consistent with this since forever. And he's clarified this just lately, his love for those that care about him, those that accept him for who he is. So, when he talks about army, it's not so called army filled with hate and disdain. And those army he loves, to him are incredible and he is always thankful to them. To him we are more than 50% of his life, more so around 70-80%. And that's the foundation he lives on.

Is this the right time to remind you who announced to us all, several times, that he is army too?

JK's having issues with the comments, they are going by too fast he's finding it hard to read them.

He's asked if he sees the comment do this or that, but probably multiple times for multiple things, because he says he sees all the comments but can't read them all and he can't do everything the fans are asking him to do. At this point he's obviously not loving it.

Then he starts to do the if you see this touch your nose, he does, and says before it was ears and touches his ear, and turns around for the "there's someone behind you", which he asked at the beginning to stop saying.

And then he asks "is this young army?"

"they're joking around like this because they're young army, right?"

"then I have to play with you like this, right? okay, I'll play with you. Oppa will play with you"(barf).

And then he goes "saying oppa it's so embarrassing".

Once again JK , as others did too, has something to say about the kind of comments they are getting during a live. But as usual, JK is way too nice about it. He tries, super nicely, to explain he can't mention every comment he sees. He tries to explain he can't read every comment either. And yet they keep on coming, with their not requests but demands and complaints he isn't reading out their comments or doing as they want him to. And he's just too nice. Too bloody nice.

This isn't the end of it folks. But thankfully, in between the shitty comments there are also those comments that JK can work with.

Next someone says JK heals them, and JK answers them by sayings it's also the other way round, that army heals his pain.

Ok, I'm stopping here a sec to say something.

JK is an amazing human being.

He is so mature and humble and kind. Kind and understanding and intelligent.

Yes, these comments are horrendous. And JK, he's addressing them in his humble, kind and over patient way.

And although they keep coming, I do believe at this point that JK won't stop coming to see us. Because of his love for army. Because he sees that there are those that do respect him and his time and the effort he makes coming to us and spending this time with us.

Moving on, JK is asked about another tattoo, says he has no plans for it, as it requires too much work.

"I have to work on music and there's so much to do, so I have no plans for it."

So no tattoos in the near future. Near future being the key word.

JK: something fun recently - performing, seeing army is the most fun for him. (again...). Other than that nothing. The working progress is fun sometimes though.

I mean, he did tell us filming the MV was fun, right?

Again JK is asked about the whereabouts of another member. This time Suga. And again, at this point frustrated, he answers "I don't know where Suga is either".

Yes, this was annoying as fuck, but if you listen to him, that "either", it once again is putting his knowledge about Tae's whereabouts at the same level as Suga. Either or, he doesn't know where they are because he doesn't stay in touch with them regularly.

Another one of those comments:

"I like JK , so I don't want to date you. what should I do?"

after thinking about it and trying to understand the comment: "are you saying you like me but don't want to date me? then please just keep liking me."

I personally think he missed the point of it, or didn't he?

Comment: What do you do when you're sad?

JK: "what do I do? I'm not sad lately. But when I'm sad I just let myself be sad. I completely accept that. However I would make an effort to not make it get any worse, right? either way, I'm the only one that can control that. you should live life like you only live once.

Some would say you don't have to work hard if you live once."

but JK continues: "work hard...living only once...some people try a variety of things because they only live once. it's up to you. I think it depends on the person. I think that's why I try to work hard."

I love this. I love that JK shares these little insights into his inner thoughts and what drives him in life.

He's asked if he's ok, says yes. Is he sick, no he isn't, in English...

And then he reads out the Jeon Jimin, and folks, I know that in Korea taking on your spouses name is not something you do, but the man saw the names, he recognized them, he made a clear decision to read them out loud and to end it with a tiny wittle smirk and a quiet "heh". So yeah, not applicable in Korea, and yeah probably disrespectful to have written that comment to start with, but the man enjoyed reading his surname connected with JM. Plain and simple. Not to mention that it might not be something done in Korea, but he is no idiot and he knows very well that it's something that is done all over the world. Add to that his constant need to be the hyung, so JM 'taking on' his name, it could have been amusing to him is all I'm saying.

But whatever the reason he found it amusing, it was his clear choice to read it out. Unlike "sensitive comments" he clearly stated he would not read out loud nor answer. So there you have it.

Here comes a super cringe comment, one either he didn't understand or more so, he evaded answering.

What do you think about an 11 year age difference?

Cause he does the math, says 1st year of middle school but then goes on to talk about how important it is to get educated, that knowledge is power (which is true, but still irrelevant to that cringy question, lol).

Next JK doesn't read the actual comment but answers: "no! I didn't meet JM during the live broadcast that time." He doesn't read out the question so we don't know what it was. And the translation is weird. He didn't meet him during? Was this about meeting JM for the live or was it about meeting JM after the live? It's really unclear by the answer JK gave.

He follows with: "I would do a live broadcast with Jimin if I could, but timing has to work out with each other."

And see, this is what I was saying about JK's choices. He chose to answer Tae questions with a clear NO. I don't know where Tae is. He didn't contact me (that one is yet to come). And the kicker is the one about living with Tae and the face he makes (again, yet to come).

And when he brings up JM it's about the previous in bed live, answering a question he doesn't even read out, so we don't even know what it was, and then adds how he wants to do that live with JM. So, it's not a no. It's a NOT YET. And the difference there is huge!!

Comment: what do you think about death?

JK: "it's scary. It means you no longer exist on this earth. but I do believe in the afterlife and spiritual things to a certain extent, so I don't know. but I don't think about it right now."

Comment: does he like philosophy?

JK: Nope. doesn't know about it. Doesn't read books. That's why he can't explain things in depth. Says things based off his emotions.

Did I mention this man's intelligence? His emotional intelligence?

See how wonderful the live is when army actually take a moment of thought before writing a comment?

And then it's ruined. Once again.

"Taehyung said that he wants to do a live broadcast with me and do karaoke?"

Now, obviously this was a comment telling him Tae wanted to do a live and Karaoke with him.

And what does he do?

He turns it into a question. "He does?" As in, he, JK, had no idea about it, lol. And the final blow:

Nodding his head and laughing.

And if the final blow wasn't enough, he then repeats it once again: "he didn't contact me."

And the facial expression after that.

Did I say savage? Well, this is JK being savage. Telling it as it is. With a smile to add.

And then again, JK has to address the ass fans. saying there is no one he is ignoring.

Sadly, this isn't the only time he had to say this.

Comment: how do i recover when I am feeling weak?

"I received advice... anyway being positive is better than being negative. And you should probably judge right from wrong well".

"I received advice".

And those who know know.

Comment: what do you do when you are angry?

"I do express my anger. But I'm not very good at controlling my anger yet either... I still lose my temper sometimes."

Emotional intelligence.

Once again says he hasn't seen Barbie yet, but it looks fun.

Cringe time again:

JK: who is we? Congratulation on getting married. Love well. You didn't say it was me. It means you're getting married tomorrow? Congratulations. You must have made a good connection."

JK has changed strategy. Seeing that saying no is getting him nowhere, perhaps turning it around will do the job? I doubt it. But good try JK, lol.

And again people are complaining and he's explaining

"Why aren't you reading my comment? tell me."

JK :"It's not that I'm ignoring those kinds of comments. I do look at all of them. so don't think I'm ignoring you", and I personally would have ended it with - "you fucking entitled little shit".

And then he goes on to read "what do you enjoy eating lately?" and says "I read questions like this... because I can talk about myself".

Again, this live is translated. There is NO EXCUSE not understanding what he is saying. And not only does he explain it, he also gives us an example as to what questions he means. And do you think that helped?

Asked about the dance challenge he explains he's very shy at first and embarrassed, so no... and smiles.

I guess he felt at ease with Mingyu. Anyone else we might get?

Pizza v. chicken = chicken of course.

Doesn't play video games now days. Again said.

Does he have phobias? "I have claustrophobia and probably acrophobia. but he overcomes it with his guts."

No plans to do IG.

Ok, so frigging Tumblr isn't allowing me to add anymore clips, and me, I want to add them, cause there are points to be made.

Hence, me, very unwillingly, turning this post into a 2 parter.

And this, my friends, is end of part 1.

Part 2 to be posted shortly.

Unless, if I decide to add it to the next live, the short live he did same night.

I guess we'll have to wait and see.

[sunnylands-world]

More stories with hopper, love your writing🫶

Down the hall

Pairing: Jim Hopper x fem reader

Summary: tonight is the night of graduation sleepover, and the start of many new things…

Word count: 1'747

Warning: shower sex, oral [male receiving], degrading kink, pet names, dirty talk, feelings because I couldn't help myself, age gap, EVERYONE IS OF AGE, I was going for a loving and fake hating type thing with hopper, I think that's it let me know if I missed anything.

I don't have an age restriction since I know people underage are reading "certain" content with that being said what you consume is your choice! I will not be held responsible for any of it .

Universe: best friend's dad

A/n: this was meant to be done a lot sooner but I wasn't finished with it then when I was I edited some things.

Nice thought, reblogs, and inboxing is appreciated and motivational ❤️

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School was out. you had just graduated and honestly you were surprised you did since you ditched so much [and failed a few times] but nevertheless you made it out of the hell you called school. you flipped your teachers off as you grabbed your diploma making your way to a giggling eleven and her dad. Hopper the chief of police. it was obvious he hadn't been home yet, a box of sugar donuts in his arm and a smile on his face as you got closer. you bite your lip looking over the older man.

It was moments like this you were glad El couldn't understand certain things because if she could you two would not still be friends, having become close after she arrived. You were one of the only friends she had that wasn't part of Mike's group. you had been to her house before but tonight was a different type of hang out; it was a celebration for you two because you graduated and during this celebration you'd eat junk, watch TV maybe Dance or whatever and you'd be spending the night.

"You know it's not good to flip off your teachers." Hopper smirked, opening the passenger door for you, el hopping in the back as he walked around and got in.

"You gonna arrest me chief," you teased, taking a donut from the box. Hopper chuckled, shaking his head. He couldn't deny that he liked the fire that you had.

The ride back consists of plan making for tonight and you trying to get under Hopper's skin. you sat back sucking the sugar coat from your fingers, moaning in satisfaction. El was fast asleep in the back leaving you awake with him. He would glance your way occasionally before straightening up in his seat.

"So um– I'll be in my room while you two have fun. I'll be just down the hall" he states, breaking the tension. you pout looking over at him and he looks your way confused.

"You're not gonna play with me while I'm here tonight? I was hoping we'd have some fun too."

your hand sneaks across the console brushing over him in his uniform pants. He slaps your hand away shooting you a glare.

Fire burns a little to bright if given the fuel

"I'm your best friend's dad, this isn't appropriate" he scowled and you only grinned in response. He scoffs parking in the drive thru. He's headed for the door, going in quickly without turning to look your way.

You pull the handle for your door, sending it open as you jump to your feet.

You pull El's door open, waking her.

She sits up with a dopey smile rubbing her eyes and you smile back, grabbing her wrist to take her into the house for the night. Tonight would be one to remember.

It's about nine.

Eleven and you are in your PJs, a bowl of half eaten lays and wrappers littered around the floor as you both giggle at the screen.

You have the sudden urge to go pay Hopper a visit so you sit up from the bed telling her you need to go do something, she waves you off engrossed in the show.

You crept down the hall looking for his door, finding it ajar. you enter, feet taking slow and small steps, halting in place when you hear the shower running.

Would he have left the door open as an invitation if he didn't want you to come find your way in?

You take this as your opportunity to look him over in all his glory. In one hand he had the cloth, soapy and wet and the other was running through his soaked hair as the shower ran over him. You let your tongue run over your lips nervously before pulling your shorts and top away.

The Door sliding open alerts him from his thoughts. His eyes wide as he takes in your appearance before they quickly meet yours with what you'd describe as hatred and lust but you swear it's a facade.

"What the fuck are you doing kid!" He whispered. He didn't need to ask though, he knew what you were here for and he can't lie to himself and say he wasn't hoping you'd show up.

"I'm just here to shower with you" you bat your lashes not missing the glance he shoots towards your bare breast. He groans in frustration before he's got you by the arm pulling you in.

He immediately turns you around so your backs against the wall causing you to gasp at the force you hit it with.

"You're a little whore you know that," he began moving his hands to the slope at your waist. You nod with a grin. He scoffed, pushing you to your knees. Your face to face with his hardened length, lips parting slightly in awe.

"Well, go on then. Suck it" he snapped, taking you out of your gaze. Hopper wasn't going to be gentle and nice with you, he was going to be mean and you loved that feeling when your heart tugged in hurt and Desire, you hoped his was something similar just with different words.

You don't need to be told twice, taking him in your small hand working in a back and forth motion as your lips wrap around him. You hollow your cheeks, sucking till he's engulfed as deep as you can take him, Loving the sickening burn and taste of him. He grunts, taking your hair and forcing you further till you gag.

I can take him, I can take every inch.

"Yeah that's it," he blurted, thrusting forward as your hands brace themselves on his thighs, fingernails leaving crescent moons for later. He tries to stop the quack in his thighs and the roll of his eyes but he's far from in control with the warm heat of your mouth and the slippery feeling of your saliva as you pull back giving his cock that pretty shine. Your eyes flutter dazed, a low moan muffled by his cock as you let yourself relax.

"I knew it. you dirty girl, You're a terrible influence on my daughter. Should I tell your parents you're taking my cock like a slut while your best friend lays in her room?" He pulled you from him, a slap coming to your cheek as you caught your breath, thighs pressed together for friction.

"Answer me. I haven't even stuck it in you yet and you've already gone dumb," he tsked, getting no response as you sat there pathetically peering up at him. He swears he could cum just looking at you like that.

The water only drips lightly on you as Hopper blocks it with his larger frame hair wet on the top of his head.

"Or is that what you need to get you talking?" He asked, receiving a nod from you.

Pathetic and beautiful

"please," you begged, only for him to grab you from the floor like you weighed nothing. Hopper was strong compared to anyone you'd ever been with, and you wondered about all the other ways he could toss you around.

"Put your legs around my waist" he commanded, one arm around you while his other slapped his cock against you, playing with your wetness to make sure you could take all of him.

You did as you were told, wrapping your legs around him so they'd hold you close to him. Your breast against the hairs on his chest has your nipples hardening as he angles his hips so he can thrust up into you. Your back hits the cold tile, sending a chill over you with a faint gasp.

His hands are on either side of your head letting you catch every pleasurable sound falling from his lips with his head in the crook of your neck. The wall and your legs support you while he slams his hips to your ass causing your soft moans to blend with the warm pressure of the shower.

You try to brace yourself for his length as it slides into places that have you greeting the stars as you levitate with pleasure. Nothing could have prepared you for this. The shallow breaths on your skin, the easy glide of his cock like you had just given yourself to him mind, body, and soul and you guess you did because you changed his name like prayers.

He wasn't sure if he could hold on much longer. Not like this, not when you were whimpering and shuddering as if you were possessed with your walls clenching around him like he'd leave you but he knew he'd never be able to do that.

He moved his hands from the wall gripping your thighs and he hoped he'd bruised your skin so anyone who saw would know you belonged to someone. He knew el was down the hall probably wondering where you were so he picked up the pace; going harder, faster and deeper if that was possible because he already felt like he'd pushed himself deep enough to have your poor cunt burning tomorrow but he didn't really care.

he'd lost all control when he let you in the shower with him so he wasn't going to hold back because you knew what you got into when Came to him.

Your voice was practically gone leaving behind nothing but pathetic yelps as he repeatedly hit that spot inside you to have you holding on to him weakly. Your toes curled and your eyes rolled. you'd never felt anything like it, like him and you were sure you never would do this again and that brought sobs from you.

Hopper pulled out of your neck his eyes meeting yours in confusion thinking he might have hurt you.

"Baby what's–"

"I don't want you to stop, I don't ever want you to, please," you begged with glossy eyes.

He sighed, kissing your cheek before an almost endearing smile came across his face.

"I won't baby, I won't. I'll just keep ruining this pussy for you," he groaned, feeling you clamp down on him.

Now being realistic here he knew that he'd have to stop but he'd keep going as long as he could and when he did stop, you came around him with your lips on his, tongue tasting his canned beer and cigarettes and he knew in the back of his mind even as he washed you and himself clean with affection kisses like it was the last time,

That you'd always be over, just down the hall…

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[writinginatree]

I love Halloween

Relationship(s): Young!John Wick & best friend!reader

Summary: John (about 20 in this and still going by Jardani) and reader, to whom he is like an older brother, are out doing a job for the Ruska Roma on Halloween, and reader wishes they could celebrate Halloween too, so Jardani decides to try and do her the favor.

Warnings: Mentions of blood and canon-typical violence, swearing, female!reader, first person p.o.v.

I spat out for what felt about the millionth time, but the taste of blood remained on my tongue all the same. It was getting seriously annoying.

"Can we go get something to drink somewhere?"

Jardani nodded, and adjusted the direction we were walking in so we now headed for a cafe just down the street.

I spat again.

"Stop that," Jardani ordered, and I groaned.

I knew it was disgusting, okay? But that constant taste of blood from the cut in my mouth was worse. In the future I was definitely going to be more careful not to get hit in the face during fights. Unfortunately the guy we'd just killed had had about a dozen more bodyguards than we'd expected, and the fight had gotten a little nasty. Of course Jardani and me had still come out on top in the end. But all that fucking blood in my mouth... Ugh.

When we reached the cafe I sat down on the sidewalk, indicating for Jardani to go in and get me something to drink alone. He knew I hated talking to strangers, and didn't object. He didn't like it either, but for me he never seemed to mind.

When he came back outside he handed me a donut along with my drink.

"Spasibo."

When I saw he hadn't gotten anything for himself — typical, I thought, mentally rolling my eyes — I held the donut into his face as we started walking again.

He took my arm and brought the donut back in front of my own face. I took a bite, then tried again.

"Come on, Jardani, we can share it!"

"You want me to have your blood in my mouth too?"

He was right, there was some blood on the pastry where I'd taken a bite, but how did that matter?!

"Just bite from the other side!"

"It's your donut."

Stubborn idiot...

I took another bite. It hurt. So did drinking. Injuries in the mouth were the absolute worst. Seriously, I'd have taken getting shot over biting my cheek any day of the week. But there was nothing I could do about it now, unless I wanted to shoot myself, so I just ate my donut.

My lip just wouldn't stop bleeding, and I was starting to think I'd never get rid of the taste of blood in my mouth.

"Guess I'm lucky I'm not a vampire," I thought out loud. "I could never stand having to taste that all the time."

Jardani shook his head at me.

"What?"

"Why are you thinking about vampires?"

"It's Halloween. And my mouth is bleeding."

"Uh-huh."

It didn't make sense to him. Of course it didn't. He didn't waste his time thinking about things like Halloween and vampires. He liked to focus on the things that mattered, like our training, the jobs we were sent on, and not getting ourselves killed.

I tried to be pragmatic like that too, really, but I couldn't help but wish we could just have some fun once in a while. Maybe in a few years when I was as old as Jardani was now I'd be able to brush all thoughts of that aside as easily as he did, but for now the thought of going 'home' to endless ballet lessons and combat training bored me to death. You'd have thought killing people for a living would be exiting, and yeah, the actual jobs were, but the training... It was always the same, day in, day out. And don't get me started on the ballet. My feet were killing me even as we walked.

When I was done eating I wiped my mouth on my sleeve, earning me a judgmental look from Jardani, but our clothes were covered in blood anyway, so what difference did some donut crumbs make? Since I knew that if I said that he would have just said it was childish — childish was his favorite word to describe me, it always seemed to me —, I didn't say anything.

As we waited at a traffic light with some people in costumes, I was once again reminded of what day it was. "Ya lyublyu Halloween." Jardani only raised an eyebrow at me, so I continued, "I love all the spooky decorations everywhere! And it's the only day in the year when you can walk the streets covered in blood and no one bats an eye."

"In this city you can always walk around covered in blood without anyone looking twice."

"Except cops."

"Right... Except cops. But most of those are bought anyway, you know that."

Okay, yeah. Jardani did have a point. Maybe I was just looking for an excuse to like Halloween. So what?!

I waved his comment off. "Yeah, yeah. Whatever, I still think Halloween is cool. I wish we could celebrate it too."

"We could."

"Huh?"

Jardani shrugged and gestured to the city around us. "We might as well have some fun while we're out here already."

"If we're gone for too long—"

"We'll just say killing this guy took longer than expected."

"Are you sure?"

The Ruska Roma were very strict with these things, and the last thing I wanted was to get in trouble. Or to get Jardani in trouble. I knew he would take the blame if it came down to it. He always did, protective — not to say overprotective — of me as he was. And I knew the only reason he was even suggesting this was because he knew it would make me happy. He didn't care for Halloween.

"Yeah. We've earned some fun, don't you think?"

"Yeah." We definitely had. And the guy had had more guards than we had thought, so saying there had been complications finishing the job wouldn't even be an outright lie. "Okay. So, what do we do? People usually go trick or treating, right? We just ring someone's doorbell and they give us candy?"

"I think we're a bit too old to go trick or treating, dushka," Jardani instantly put a damper on my enthusiasm. "I mean, we can try if you want, but..." He shrugged.

"Oh. Okay. What else do you do on Halloween then?"

"Well, it's all about scary things, right, so how about we go watch a horror film?"

"Are you gonna buy us popcorn? And gummy bears?"

After all Halloween was also about eating as much candy as you could. At least I thought it was. Which probably wasn't saying much, having never truly experienced Halloween before and all, but whatever. Tonight I made the rules.

And Jardani nodded his agreement.

"Okay then. Let's go!"

I took his hand, dragging him down the street faster. Or at least I tried to, as I only managed two steps before he was pulling me back.

"If we want to go see a movie you're going in the wrong direction, kroshka."

Oh. Shit.

"I knew that."

"Of course."

He grinned at me then. That's when I knew celebrating Halloween was the best decision ever, because he didn't smile nearly often enough. He was always so serious, almost brooding. I tried to make him smile whenever I could, but with the life we led we usually just didn't have much to smile about. Jardani always managed to make me smile, though...

"What movie do you want to watch?" he asked.

"The scariest one they're showing at the cinema!"

"Oh? Are you sure, detka? We wouldn't want you getting nightmares afterwards," Jardani teased me. He was grinning again.

I shrugged. "If I do I'll just come sleep with you."

"Oh yeah, I'm sure we won't get in trouble for that at all."

"Of course not." I knew he was being sarcastic, and I knew we would get in trouble if either of us was ever caught anywhere near the other's bed, but I couldn't help but think it was ridiculous. "We're supposed to be family, right? Nothing wrong with cuddling with my brother."

"No, nothing except that we're supposed to be above things like cuddling. Or nightmares."

"Fuck that. If I want to cuddle with you I will. What are they gonna do about it? Shoot me?"

"Maybe."

"Well, I don't care." I crossed my arms over my chest, then uncrossed them again and took Jardani's hand in mine again instead. I wasn't sure if he'd been serious or not, but either way I couldn't care less about people thinking affection was a sign of weakness. Seriously, fuck 'em. If they wanted to shoot me about it they were shit out of luck, anyway, because, without flattering myself, I was one of our best killers in training. I was sure soon they'd decide I was ready to do hits without an older member babysitting me. Not that I minded the supervising, since it was usually Jardani who went with me. I was glad for any opportunity to spend time with him — him being my only friend and all. Killing was almost fun when I was doing it with him.

After a few minutes something occurred to me and I stopped walking, pulling on Jardani's arm so he came to a sudden stop too.

"Hold on, won't watching a movie take too long?"

Jardani frowned. He clearly hadn't thought of that either. "Well, if it's a short one..." he started, but then he shook his head. "No, you're right. We can't be late by that much."

I sighed. "Let's just head back then..."

I tried to hide my disappointment, but of course he knew.

"Sorry, kroshka."

"It's fine," I said, and smiled at him.

And it was fine. Jardani had wanted to give me a nice Halloween experience, but killers like us just weren't meant to have fun. That wasn't his fault, and I appreciated the attempt more than I could put into words, so I threw my arms around him in a tight hug, hoping he'd understand everything I wanted to tell him but didn't know how to say.

When I let go of Jardani, he ruffled my hair and suggested to get me some candy. Normally I would have jumped at that, but my mouth was still bleeding, and hurt even without eating anything, so I shook my head.

We turned, heading back the direction we'd come in silence.

As much as I tried not to be too bummed out about not going to the movies — we could watch a scary movie whenever we wanted, if only we found some free time to do so, but something about the idea of doing so on Halloween just seemed special to me — there wasn't much left of my happy mood.

That was until we came past a bookstore. As soon as I saw it I was reaching for Jardani's hand once again and pulling him toward it. No way was I passing up the opportunity to get new books. We could afford a little stop there; it wouldn't take long.

Jardani followed me inside willingly enough, probably mainly because he knew books always cheered me up, but he liked to read, too, so really it was nice for both of us.

"Any idea what you're looking for?" he wanted to know as we browsed the shelves.

"Something spooky."

"Of course."

"Oh, look, they have Dracula!"

He shook his head. "What is it with you and vampires?"

"They're cool!"

"Well, they're technically dead, of course you can't expect them to be warm."

"Ha-ha. You're so funny, Jardani," I said in the most bored voice I could muster, rolling my eyes. "So, can we get that one and read it together?"

Jardani sighed. "By read it together I assume you mean you want me to read it to you?"

It wasn't really a question, even if he made it sound like it. He knew exactly that was what I meant. And he needn't have said it in that annoyed tone either, because I knew damn well he liked reading for me just as much as I did.

"Of course that's what I mean. Please?"

"Alright. As long as you don't expect us to get through the whole thing tonight..."

"Hmm..." I opened the book to one of the last pages to check how long it was. 447. Okay, yeah, that was a bit much for one night. "Okay. But we can read at least the first few chapters tonight, yeah? Come on, Jardani, it's Halloween!"

"Okay, okay. I guess we can take an hour or two to read after bedtime. You wanna look around some more or can we go?"

"Let me see if I find anything else."

We looked at some more books, and soon Jardani pointed out another one he thought I might want. He usually had a very good grasp of what I did or didn't like, but at this book I only scrunched my nose. I wasn't going to read any love stories even if you tried to force me to at gun-point, no matter how many of the characters were vampires or other things.

"What, too scary for you, detka?"

"More like too sappy."

"Sappy?"

"Yeah. The summary says the main characters are in love."

Jardani, being the secret romantic that I knew he was, rolled his eyes. He just couldn't understand why I thought romance stories sucked so much. "Oh yeah, that totally makes that book unreadable."

"It does!"

"I'm pretty sure the main characters in Dracula are also in love. You do know that, right?"

"That's different."

"Right..." He pulled a face. "Are you sure you want to read Dracula? Because if you interrupt me to complain every time they mention the word love or someone gets kissed I don't think we'll ever get through the book."

"I won't complain, I promise!"

He clearly didn't believe me, and I really couldn't blame him. I did interrupt him a lot when something I didn't like came up in a book we were reading. But he had never read Dracula before either, so what did he know? It couldn't be that bad, could it now?

Jardani sighed. "We'll see..."

Translations:

Spasibo (Спасибо): Thanks

Ya lyublyu Halloween (Я люблю хэллоуин): I love Halloween

Dushka (Душка): Darling/Sweetie

Kroshka (Крошка): Baby

Detka (Детка): Kid

[marina41trench]

Izumi Mitsuki - Drama Collection RabbitChat

Mitsuki: Inumaru, thanks for the hard work!

Mitsuki: Aaaand?!

Mitsuki: Touma-san!

Thank you for your hard work! 😆🌈

Touma: Thank you for your hard work…?

And…?

Touma: Huh? It’s Mitsuki-san, right?

Mitsuki: Sorry lolol Yeah it’s me!

Mitsuki: When I told him I’ll message you,

Riku also wants to send you a message on

RabbitChat, so he borrowed my smartphone,

and made his entrance 😆

Touma: That shocked me lolol

Your personality changed after “and”

I thought something was happening! 😂

Mitsuki: Sorry I surprised you lol

Mitsuki: ※ It seems like Riku has something to 

say to you, but his hands are occupied right

now because he's eating donuts, so I'll type

for him. There will be a few instances where I

change to Riku's personality ※

Touma:

Touma: Thank you for the notice lol

That way I could be prepared and

not be surprised lolol

Mitsuki: For now I’ll be Mitsuki!

Mitsuki:

Touma:

Mitsuki: So, going to the main topic

Mitsuki: Did you forget your cap in our greenroom?

Touma: Eh

Touma: Ah!!!!!!!!!

Touma: It’s a black cap, right????!!!!

Mitsuki: Yes yes! You went to greet us

before you left, right? I remember

you wearing it 🤔

Touma: Waaaaah I screwed up!

Touma: When I grabbed it I only placed it

there somewhere…

Even though Haru reminded me because I

forget a lot of things recently… 💦

Touma: I’m sorry!

I’ve already taken a taxi ride on the way to

another studio, so maybe I could leave it to a

security guard or staff…

Mitsuki: You don’t have to! We have a wrap-up

party, right? I’ll bring it with me there! 😄

I know you're anxious, but don't say

something lonesome. It's fine 👍✨

Touma: Mitsuki-san~~~~~~~!!!!

Touma: You’re truly a godsend…

Thank you very much!!!

Mitsuki: You’re exaggerating lolol You’re such a cute guy!! 😆

Touma: Ah, did you switch to Riku’s personality?!

Mitsuki: Nope!!

Does Riku call you cute?!?!

Touma: I got it wrong!!

We had a conversation before where he

told me that I had a cute smile then I

said to him, "no, it's you!"

Mitsuki: Ahh… Riku also says those things!

Right now I told Riku we’re talking about him, so

he made a 😳 face while munching a donut.

He’s so happy lol

Touma: I could imagine it lol

Touma: Earlier, Haru got mad at me because I

wore his cap by mistake. Then he got angry

and said I forgot something again…

Touma: Earlier, Haru scolded me and said, “You

forgot something again!” even though he was mad

at me for wearing his cap by mistake not too long ago…

Mitsuki: Sounds like our Yamato-san and Iori’s

relationship 😂

Mitsuki: Oh yeah, during the break time,

didn't he get scold you again when you

bought a frappe?

Touma: Being seen like that is so embarrassing!!!

We decided to take a sip of each other's frappe,

but it seems I accidentally ate the big ramune

I placed

Touma: He said, “I was so looking forward to it!”

and got mad at me! 😭

Mitsuki: I can relate to that!!

Mitsuki: When I recall Yamato-san and

Tamaki's argument, the food grudge

is scary~ ‼😂

Touma: He forgave me when I offered him

mine that had a lot of chocolate lolol

Touma: When I saw you and Yotsuba consumed it

quickly, you two had brain freeze, right? 😨

Mitsuki: Yeah we did lolol

It was so hot we couldn’t stop eating!!

Mitsuki: I could feel the youth ✨

Touma: Brain freeze is youth, right?!

Mitsuki: Going to the convenience store on

the way home from school, buy a lucky ice

cream, and say "who'll get it?!" then eat it

quickly surely is youth 🥺

Touma: Wah, you bought lucky ice cream!

It’s so nostalgic!

Touma: When I got to the set, it felt like

I was a student again~

Mitsuki: Riiight ‼

Mitsuki: I mean, your acting is really great!

I was pulled in by your influence,

and made it easier for me to do it

Touma: That’s

Touma: It’s a role where he didn't want to

lose doing it seriously, and looks uncool

when doing things seriously…

Touma: There was a time I did it but it bothered

everyone, so when I acted it, I approached the

uncool part of me objectively.

Mitsuki: I see.

You confronted your acting that way.

Your role, and yourself.

Touma: That’s why I was mesmerized

by your words!

Touma: You said, “"As long as I don't give up

my dream won't end!" ✨

Mitsuki: It sounds so simple, but it

still has an effect on us even now~!!

I was really happy I accepted this role

Mitsuki: Even if you make me say the line,

rather than thinking if there's persuasiveness,

I'll wonder if the feeling is acknowledged

Touma: I know that you put your feelings in

those lyrics. I really respect the way you were

kind to the juniors and how you set the scene!!!

Mitsuki: Ah, wait, I’m going to cry with those words

gimme a moment

Mitsuki: Touma-san, what is your favorite donut

flavor? 😆🫶

Touma: Wooaahh it’s the Riku personality!!!

Touma: I want the simple ones where there's 

no coating or anything special, I guess~! It

feels like competing for the taste, so if one

is delicious then everything is!

Touma: Wait, this sounds like I’m talking

casually with Mitsuki-san…..

Mitsuki: I understand! 💦

I’ll use your provisions as reference! ✨

Touma: Really? Thanks! 😆

And thank you very much!!🙇‍♂️

Mitsuki: Inumaru~! You’re really cute!!

Sorry for suddenly changing the conversation lol

※ I’ve returned to my personality ※

Touma: No no no!

Thank you for the donuts!

The others will be happy too…!

※ Understood ※

Mitsuki: Well, Riku finished eating donuts now

I’ll go to the recording studio soon!

Good luck to your next work!

We’ll meet again at the wrap-up party! 👍

Touma: Yes! Thank you very much!

I’ll look forward to it!!

Touma:

Mitsuki:

[melonteee]

I see a lot of people excusing Garp's "inaction" at Marineford, because he was loyal to the Marines for decades and still refused to act etc etc. But like... He took out Marco. He took out the second strongest fighter on Ace's side. It'd be like if someone took out Zoro during their fight against Kaido's crew. How is that inaction??? He actively aided the Marines up until he decided to take one punch from a weakened Luffy, then sat on his ass and watched as Ace became a donut. The man is a rat, and Dadan should have hit him harder.

Garp gets a lot more forgiveness than most other marines in fandom spaces and I'm really not sure why? I think he's a fantastic character, and people think he's cool, but it rubs me the wrong way when people see HIM as a victim of Ace's execution. Garp is the hero of the marines, a literal walking propaganda piece for them - and in the moment of Ace's death, he picked his job over his family. That, of course, is supposed to be the moral question there for Garp, but feeling sorry for him, or Garp feeling sorry for himself, is something I honestly have to laugh at.

The amount of people who say "There was nothing Garp could do!" when, yes, there was PLENTY Garp could do, he just didn't want to risk his JOB and his TITLE within the marines in order to do it. There were multiple instances Garp had to save Ace, but Garp had this "Well, too bad! You're a pirate, and that's the system!" mindset. But the thing is, Ace was a criminal from BIRTH - he literally didn't choose this. It doesn't matter if Ace CHOSE to be a pirate or a marine, if he EVER got found out for his blood, he'd have been executed, but Garp is too deep in the justice of the marines to seem to understand that nor EVER understand Ace's position.

But instead of Garp saving Ace, instead of the man who allegedly calls Ace his grandson doing anything about it, Whitebeard started a FULL OUT WAR to save Ace. And what did Garp do? He participated on the other side of it, because his job, his title, and his belief of the marine's sense of justice are more important to him.

We are quite literally shown to our faces, as Dadan beats Garp up, that Garp was selfish and wrong for what he did to Ace. Makino even tries to interject because "Imagine what Garp is feeling!" to which Dadan says "Imagine what LUFFY is feeling?! He's hurting more than all of us!" and Dadan beats the ever living shit out of Garp because - she's right! Garp DID let this happen, Garp didn't actively try to stop it, in fact, even worked FOR it, and Dadan is letting Garp know he has no RIGHT to feel sorry for himself for this.

As I've said before, I do like Garp - I think he's a very morally interesting character. But this idea that Garp couldn't DO anything, that Ace CHOSE this path so of course this happened, is bullshit. It's all excuses to feel sorry FOR Garp. I do not feel sorry for him, just like Dadan, I was mad at him. I still am! Current arcs are showing us that, if you ARE on Garp's side, and if he doesn't actually RISK his title, he will do his ALL to save you (talking about Koby). But if you impose a threat to his job and his title, and if you impose a threat to the justice of the marines, Garp will do little, if anything, to help you. Garp barely even raised Ace on Roger's request, that was ALL Dadan, and I'm team Dadan ALL the way cause she was the only one who really embodied what I was feeling towards Garp in that moment.

ANYWAYS, sorry for the rant! That all just came out because I have such heavy feelings about Garp's role in Ace's execution, and I see so many people painting Garp as a victim of that which I don't agree with at all lol. Thanks for the ask anon!

[ngmn2002]

Ch 104: Random thoughts

Alrighty, the new chapter is out. It was kind of fun, but I don't think I have much to say about its events. Alright, let's see how things will turn out. Let's get started...

Alright, the school festival has finally started.

They look cute. And, feels so good to see Nene with her brooch again. I missed it.

I'm a bit confused, how could normal people see him in his 'supernatual' form??? That thing said about him… it gives some bad vibes about him being that way for real.. but I know I'm just overthinking.

Good to see them having fun, but... Hanako's reaction... made me laugh so hard.

Why was he so scared? The leader of the 7 mysteries, the guy who is involved with so much supernatural, unnormal stuff, a supernatural himself and all, for more than 50 years... who laughed at Nene for screaming in fear when they first met...

who is also found of things as...

still fears a 'hunted house', apparently. That's.....

Too cute! More vulnerable Hanako moments, please!

Speaking about that, imaging how it would be if the twins went together into a 'hunted house'... I assume Amane will be scared while Tsukasa... would show a face like this one as he examinates the place...

... up until they get out, and once they are out he would laugh it was so much fun and they should do it again. I also forgot to take the red house experience into account, it helps a lot. The hunted house would feel like child's play in comparison, but it will still be fun to him. As for Amane... I wonder if he would show his fear to Tsukasa or if he would try to hide it and keep cool in front of sweet little brother. Can't imagine him showing being scared or telling Tsukasa so, it doesn't feel proper for the picture of: "cool & amazing big brother". Though, it would be also fun to see him showing his weak side to little brother. I think Tsukasa would love to know about it. He loves all big brother's sides after all. Hmm... does he know about this side of Amane...? Them going into hunted house together would really be so much fun. ~ Hmm... it seems the only school festival the 2 had in kamome was the one in their 1st year, since it seems they died before the one of their 2nd year... it makes me sad to think maybe they didn't have the chance to enjoy it together, since Amane was keen about fixing the clock and strange things happened during that festival... aaah... I hope they at least shared a few fun moments that day!

♪ ~ ♫ ~

Hanako asking for cotton candy eminds me a bit of Tsukasa in here, seems both boys love it. ♡ I do, too~ Feels good to finally get the chance to see Hanako finally actually eating something and normally. The donut thing didn't go that well and I was wondering how a 'supernatural' like him eats normal food.

It's different from here.

Love his reaction in here. Nene... the hot guy you need is right behind you, no need to look for one. Just look at him and only him. He is way better than those you're looking at. You don't need to look for anyone when he is right there.

How is the confession plan going, Nene-chan? Does the name 'Hanako-kun' ring a bell?

......

Sooo... was Kou affected by the mention of real Mitsuba in any way or not? Also... Mitsuba 0.2 seems to have a little bit of a fun time in there.

Hmm... so we discovered what these things do.

Her... pleased face in there looks wired. I'm surprised to see a calm 'lady' like her enjoying watching a fuss like that through the window.

*sigh* anyway, don't want to get into a kokujoudai rant again, I'm tired of that. Really, knowing that he appears a second later... what prevented it from going back to him and reporting what happened to him? That way, it won't be needed for him to ask "Is everything going according to plan" or even... why wouldn't he ask his koku instead... saving time or something? EEEh... I want to see him talking to his koku for once, you know? -Hmm? who is that guy I'm talking about? Well,

Let's welcome Tsukasa back. Took you a year to make a pleasant appearance. ^^ Last time I saw you was in ch 92...

Looking as cool as ever. Now...

You seem to be enjoying yourself and that's cool as well. want to see some awesome things of you later, alrightttt? ♡ Ah... it's a bit funny last time you were there it was near a door, now a window... next time what would it be? ~

He is so tiny. ♡ ~

Anyway, feels like red koku is going on a vocation lately and spends its time with its master's assistant, and the master is more than ok with that. Cool.

Seems our little red koku can't decide where it really belongs. Or it's just too energetic like its master. That would be funny and cute, if that was the case. um...Tsu looks funny in the 3rd shot

Speaking seriously now,

Let's see what we had answered from here. What are you up to... still kind of a mystery, amaze me my dear, alright? ♡ As for the questions that follow. Indeed, you're a part of the plan this time. Good to know. But maybe you're not a part of a bigger plan? Hmm... who knows. Waiting is the key to knowing for sure.

Also, thanks my dear for granting this for me. ~

You really went too easy on me, present Tsu. past Tsu... let's see what you'll do.~ please don't go too easy! try to make things balanced.

Alright, lastly... nat's part.

Fun talk ... Serious talk:

Now these things make sense.

Makes me wonder, while sakura knows about his blood thingy and him being 'unkillable', she still said this:

Maybe she has other standers to who 'stays' in mind? but after her 'reminded' her...

... anyway, his little speech felt funny to me more than anything else. I think this guy only says what would make him look 'cool' during the moment of speaking, whether it came in contrast with things he said before.

So, you enjoy being the bad guy or not? Make up your mind. Don't just use words because they suit your 'cool' image regardless of them being contradictory to other words you said before or not. Hmm... his reaction in here to seeing 'blood as gross' seems pretty accurate.

His 'cool' way of telling his story/rumor... I can give my reaction to it in this little thing.

Past Tsukasa's 'rumor' thing is much more 'cool', captivating and interesting to me.

Speaking about the clock, didn't expect such a 'twist', from Hanako remembering trying to work around it, and then trying to remember why, to Tsukasa telling Nene about its powers, to...? nat actually being the one to deal with it, doing something to it with his blood? .......... So, all this build up was to show us nat's true power? ........... Well, I will stop in here, until everything is clear and solved out. I hope the clock's deal won't be over in there, since it will be too boring after all that build up. Though, what did he really do to it? What will happen to the clock next? What would they get out of doing that? How would No.1 react? I'm looking forward to see these things getting answered.

Until next chapter. ~

[oshi-nakadapiroki]

Nakada Hiroki Nakacha no Ma #55 @ Hiroki's GAME Parlor 2024.6.18 Notes [Eng translation]

[Due to NicoNama's services being suspended for the time being, this month's Nakacha was streamed on his gaming channel over at OpenRec instead!]

≫ Intro:

His voice is still raspy (from all the screaming and laughing as Majima I'm assuming)

🎶BGM ↓ 🎙Microphone ↑

He doesn't want to show his face cuz he's got the day off

He says he won't be doing a gaming stream tonight

He's not used to not having the comments pass by on-screen like they do on NicoNama but he'll try to answer our comments to the best of his ability

He tries to enlarge the comments but instead gets rid of them (sasuga)

He apologizes for not being able to stream the day before as planned

He thinks he'll be able to save this broadcast in the archives (it's still there!)

He doesn't read comments on his phone simultaneously when streaming Nakacha but he does when he's at Parlor

He turns his camera on and instantly announces he has a pimple on his cheek

His hair has gotten longer in the last couple of weeks! (The hairdye has faded too)

He doesn't like that the camera quality is as good as it is (then why not change back to streaming on your iPad like before 😭)

The BGM disappeared when he turned his camera on so he's clicking back and forth to get it back, fixes it, but now there's an echo (there's always some type of technical issue lol)

He removes his glasses but quickly realizes he can't see SHIT

This month's drink: Homemade gin soda 700ml

He's only had a few beers recently with some of the LycoReco male cast and action ensemble cast

We've all collectively decided Ono Kento's main scene was the Pants Man scene 🩲

Post-COVID, he thinks female cast members don't go out drinking anymore like the male cast members

One day after rehearsals, he went to Akabane (neighbourhood in northern Tokyo, next to Saitama) by himself and there was this place called Senbero which advertisied food and alcohol for just 1000¥ which he found surprising so he went inside - turns out he had to pay 5000¥ by the end of his meal

He looks like a man who got ripped off

He might have drunk too much (this man istg)

He tries to move the screens around his dual monitors and his mouse keeps making clanking noises on the table

He's remembering that time he forgot to shut off the stream once and had to have upper management remove it for him

He prefers the way the comments go by on NicoNama after all, it's easier for him to read

≫ Lycoris Recoil:

Everyone were really professional

The director Akira-san created a nice atmosphere where you could feel at ease. Hiroki feels like they were good friends and were joking around together every rehearsal

He's bullying Rintaro (affectionately) 🤖

He thinks the Bluray disc will be quite generous with backstage content this time, the cameraman were basically present all the time

After each performance, they had an evaluation meeting for the higawari scenes (he doesn't know if it will be included though; it might be a waste of space, he says)

As for the adlib scene in Robota's room, the director pretty much left it up to Hiroki and Rintaro to do whatever

None of the Guy Hard adlib was part of the script at all

Because they all liked Hiroki's donut adlib (Guy Hard scene) during rehearsals, the director left it up to him too lol He had to step it up each time

He rewatched Die Hard once

He didn't tell Misato (Chisato's actress) his adlib ideas because it wouldn't make them as interesting

He goes on to talk about how he tried to preserve the vividness of reality in his adlib scenes, how each performance is different (compared to if it was to be put in the anime). He thinks the play needed unscripted funny scenes like those as a break from some of the emotionally heavy scenes

He stayed up til 3 in the morning before senshuuraku, creating his own script, to write down the last adlib

Someone in the chat said he did the same thing for DisGOONie's Motherland

However, he couldn't go too meta with his adlibs (apart from senshuuraku) - compared to Yoshi's pantsu scene, that one was allowed to be more meta because it was an imaginary scene lol

Yoshi's pantsu scene wasn't even in the script in the first place!

It's not even Yoshi's scene at this point - it's just a weird old man who likes pantsu lmao

Majima's pantsu are indeed red in the anime but they're (supposedly) black in the preview on YouTube, and because Rintaro was having a hard time with his higawari scenes, they went with that one

Hiroki himself actually didn't want to do the black briefs scene 🩲 He came up with the maid café scene all on his own though (sorry everyone who had to see that) He'd been practicing it ever since rehearsals

That scene was actually so crucial for them as time was precious; they had to time it exactly and finish it in 1 minute and 32 seconds because of the BGM

He's having difficulty with his hair, it get's wavy due to the humidity

Also, his hair dye from last time pretty much disappeared in an instant, it didn't last for more than two weeks

He apologises for using the camera as a mirror

This month's snack: Fried chicken with sweetened vinegar and tartar sauce 🍗 And octopus, broccoli and basil salad 🥦

In the Guy Hard scene, initially Majima and Chisato would just look at each other, go "hmph!" and look away

When he told her she had big eyes, that was just him saying it in the spur of the moment

He was glad the audience seemed to enjoy his off-handed comments at Chisato

They made other comments too like "you've got a tall nose" and "your eyelashes are flimsy"

The pre-show announcement wasn't made by him nor Majima (then who was it?? ww) He isn't sure why they asked him to do it

Within the theatre hall, because of its rules and manners, there are certain words you must use during announcements (such as emergency guidance etc), that's why he didn't say it as Majima

↑ That was the thing he got a message about during last time's Nakacha livestream

He hopes he got a good balance between announcing it as neither Majima nor Nakada

He's flicking around with the aircon he bought himself (brand: Daikin). Since he lives in a rented apartment, it didn't come with the aircon

He's starting to feel the alcohol from just one glass tonight

Whenever he's had a particularly hard performance schedule, it's not the day after the final performance but the day after that when he feels like crashing

He hopes he's given a good performance to those who came to see it for the first time, those who have seen it alot of times, those who have never seen a stage play before, and those who simply like the original work

He thinks he didn't do as much action as Chisato but his moves were quite different in the sense that he had alot of jumping and longer distances to run

It was tough on the body cuz he had to raise his legs alot. He might have told this previously but when he tried kicking for the first time, his muscles were sore all over the next day

He's not used to gun action so that was really difficult for him. Rather than shooting, it's more difficult to look like you're getting shot

There's different types of impact when shooting; rather than pulling or pushing, he's more for gripping and squeezing

He thinks Mari (Fuki's actress) did her shooting impact really beautifully

He apologises to his own muscles for getting hit so many times lol

Majima's bones are probably torn to pieces lol

The first time he got shot, he actually threw up a little

Normally, you would stop the moment you get hit but because of Chisato's rubber bullets, he had to keep going each time

Before he got used to getting shot, he felt like the abnormal titans running

However, he feels like his reactions to getting shot was nothing compared to the action team - they're all pros, after all

He can't decide on his front bangs so he wants to get a headband

Shoutout to Tsukada Tomoki who's an action veteran in the ensemble cast; Hiroki and he met for the first time while on Toumyu Kishou Hongi, they got talking alot together on this stage (he even helped Hiroki out on the Guy Had adlibs)

Chat: "I want to see Hiroki with a sword soon" Him: "Please let the management know. If it's not just coming from me but from all of you, it will probably be decided. So please!"

Majima's whistling was also Hiroki's idea, it wasn't in the script. He was intentionally lowering the last tone to make it more eerie (the whistling was also a reference to Die Hard)

He doesn't remember what they discussed in the after-talk

He didn't mean to stay silent the entire time, he wasn't able to enter the dialogue naturally so he was just awaiting his turn. Then, Kento ended up introducing him

He thought the planking was gonna be a joke (until it wasn't)

He thought he would ruin the vibes if he kept talking for more than 30 minutes

"You gotta be careful with adlibs!" He talked all that time just because he wanted to say that line lol He came up with it the day before, it was for pantsu man's sake

He hasn't thought of any adlibs for Tensura yet

He's off to make another 700ml pint of alcohol 🍺

Aaand he forgets to turn the camera back on for 3 minutes before he notices

He's having his octopus and broccoli salad and reminds us that Majima is not officially affiliated with broccolis ww

He's always liked green as colour and thinks his shirt is cute (brand: TTT MSW, ¥14 300) There were three colours but he chose green 💚

The director of the LycoReco anime told him he wanted to make a Majima spin-off! It would focus on young Majima, Chisato and the Alan children

He wonders if there's any Alan children within Lilybell

He wants to know the story of Majima's parents, he wonders at what age Majima began thinking they way he does

Then again, if they're Alan children, their parents probably aren't in the picture anymore

As a viewer, he's excited to see if LycoReco ever gets a season 2

There's the theory that Yoshi isn't dead after all

He's mulling over the possibility if there were more artificial hearts, and if Yoshi had it put in or not since he still has the scar

He thinks it'd be lame if the heart actually was inside the carrier bag

Suddenly there's a bug in his room and he has to get up to let it out through the window 🤣 And he briefly changes the BGM to last boss music www

≫ Furuba:

He apologizes for not being able to be in Furuba The Final except for a video appearance

He can't think of a time when he's only had a video appearance before (he's had a voice appearance in the Wind Boys musical)

If there's no one there to stop him, his Aya appearance might be 30 minutes long. Yuki might cut him right off though (probably)

Although he's never been in a video appearances, they're always scripted and they're very strict about it so he hopes they won't ask him to improvise

"What's the point of improvising if you've only got one shot?"

Daily adlib video appearances are too much, they're too innovative (that's one way to put it lol) Even if the director Mori tells him it's fine with a smile on his face

He should just be in it already if he's gonna do daily adlib videos

Since it's Aya we're talking about, all of this might be possible because he just wants to bless Yuki

≫ Lycoris Recoil:

Someone in the chat mentions to all LycoReco fans that they can watch Furuba at d-anime Store and DMM TV, and Hiroki tells them they don't have to advertise it 🥺

He's getting frustrated over his hair again; he's got hairpins somewhere but he's not gonna go get them cuz he doesn't want to show his forehead

He seems really happy for the person in the chat who mentions LycoReco was their first irl stage play and they liked his Majima!

The chat asks how it was to perform at G-Rosso, he thinks it was very difficult (due to its height and how steep the steps were), both on stage and backstage, especially in the scene where he had to run at full speed then roll over

He tried searching his indirects (egosa) during the performances but majority turned out to be about Majima Goro from the game, Like a Dragon/Yakuza

He won't say anything else on the matter because he doesn't want to upset fans of the game

He's gotten quite used to how to handle the long coat, he thinks he's good at it

He felt like all air had been punched out of his stomach when he did the last fall

Him stocking the cans were at random each time, but they tried to choose the Gokigen can (imitating the old dairy drink Fukigen) when drinking. For senshuuraku, they absolutely had to choose Gokigen

He apologises for not being able to stream on NicoNama this month but hopes we can spend time together on this platform in the meantime

He thinks it was refreshing to stream on OpenRec like this for once

Congratulations to everyone born in June! 🎉

"We cannot live without you, much like the rainy season!"

No rollcall this month

He hasn't taken a bath in two days, perhaps that's why his hair is the way it is today

"Namaste 🙏"

≫ 2nd part of the stream:

He's feeling fuzzy because of those two drinks yet he goes to make another one

He thought he was gonna be cute and clap his hands on camera, then he looked over and got embarrassed over himself 😭 maji kawachii

He wants us to ask more about LycoReco because at this point he'll absolutely tell us things he shouldn't ww

He feels like the stream is lagging

He starts talking about his Majima wig but gets cut off by his Nanoleafs falling off the wall (he's got a 9 piece set)

He says his computer is paripi (shortened pronunciation of "party people" in Japanese) and sparkly

He wants to show it to us but there are some parts that are quite unsightly so he'll show it some other day

They had Majima's wig remade from scratch for this stage! The amount of hair increased and the silhouette also changed

It was very difficult for him to breathe while wearing Majima's bandages, especially due to his labored breathing from his final battle with Chisato

He wasn't scared to do the last fall, probably because he was in character - he would have been scared if he was himself doing that

He laughs when the chat tells him he fell beautifully

"'The BGM is a bit too loud'? As you wish~"

He wonders what we all think of Majima's fall, how it differs from the original work and what it implies - he says there's no right or wrong, each answer lies within us individually

The chat seems to have enjoyed how he lowered the volume on Robota's phone call

The chat was concerned for Yoshi's ears as well, although Hiroki is more worried about his eyes because of him eating Mintia and blowing his minty breath in Kento's eyes

y'all thought Majima's choice of weapon was a gun but it's actually his breath www Yoshi featuring the mint endurance championships

Hiroki was the one who came up with the marimo adlib for Robota when trying to come up with things that Majima resembled

For senshuuraku, he had already made up his mind that he wanted to do that one ("okaerinasai, goshujin-sama!") even if they repeated it from an earlier performance

He had to hit Robota's head at an angle that the noise would get picked up by the microphone on the inside, yet not hard enough that the mic would fall off (while also being careful not to break it since the head is just a prop 😅)

He's laughing as he shows the screenshot of him hitting Robota that someone sent him

He wants us to look forward to the backstage footage showing nothing but love for his hacker ("mai hakka ai")

They also had Majima likened to a swallow's nest in their drafts for adlibs

While they were thinking of their adlibs, Keigo and Kento were thinking about pantsu adlibs - the boys' dressing room were getting pretty rowdy apparently

He apologises for subjecting us all to his lame adlibs (which he himself found hilarious at the time)

He thinks Rintaro had grown lots as a person since the last stage

There were too many highlights backstage, he doesn't know if/how they're going to include all on the disc later

The chat updates him on all the winner poses Walnut did (Ultraman, Goku's kamehameha, Sailor Moon etc.) The kamehameha pose was for those in the audience in their 30s

He tried saying midori (green) and burokkorii at the same time and ended up with burori (also pronounced as Broly, a character in Dragon Ball) Not to mention Piccolo is also green, but not his hair

Everyone's trying to come up with green things in the chat, he says it's fine if the shape is mushroom-like

Suggestions: Suumo mascot, latok sea grapes, muscat grapes, melon pan, 1/3 of a dango, advocado

He tries to think of the shape but the only thing that comes to mind is a lightbulb

Apparently he had one more idea that he sang about in the wrong key so everyone backstage told him not to do it on stage? (Idk if he's saying 'key' or ki as in tree cuz the chat is mentioning この木なんの木 which seems to be an old song used in commercials which has been used since the 70s?)

Someone mentions Mike from Monsters Inc but he says that would have definitely offended some lol

Back when he did Furuba, there were lots of children in the audience that day and apparently he said a word that sounded like 'unchi' (poop)

Someone mentions Yoda in the chat and he bursts out laughing

If Robota had suddenly said Yoda at him, he absolutely wouldn't have been able to keep his cool

But if it would have been ok to mention Yoda, he might as well have mentioned Shrek too

Someone in the chat writes 誰かが座っているヨーダだ (which can also be read as 誰かが座っているようだ and then gets rid of any copyright *not*) Hiroki compliments their smart move

More NG options: The Mask, Keroro, Toy Story aliens, Grinch, TMNT

He's still going on about trying to picture Robota calling Majima Yoda ww He REALLY wishes he had done that one for the adlib 🤣

He goes on to tell us he doesn't actually know that much about Star Wars; he doesn't really understand the flow or in what order to watch, which is C-3PO or R2D2

Apparently someone told him he resembled C-3PO at one point (he probably did some robot dance moves or something)

He says he's gotten more muscular recently

His muscle training recommendation is planking, he does numerous sets for 2 minutes and then his body is trembling

He says 2 minutes might be too much for girls to handle

Even after 1.5 min he feels like quitting

The chat wants him to do muscle training rooting voice clips 💪

Someone in the chat wants him to say "lose weight, you pig!" (he won't)

He's looking sly over the fact so many seem to want that kind of voice clip

He has no plans of doing Natsu no Jin this summer 🙅‍♂️

He probably won't be doing Aki/Fuyu either due to his schedule

"Please adjust your schedule without trouble. Just prioritise yourself when it comes to your wallet. Valuing yourself the most, that's what's most important to me. That feeling makes me feel happy, or rather, it makes me feel at ease."

He wants to travel somewhere for summer but he won't have the time for it

He tells everyone to be careful now that the cold is going around

He asks if we have any more questions about LycoRico because after today he'll forget all about it lol

For dai senshuuraku curtain call, he intentionally bent the knee when directing the attention towards Chisato and Takina (compared to the other performances where he just gestured with his arm)

Recent 7-11 recommendations: Borscht soup (with a piece of bread)

Although it has meat, it's basically an onion soup

Someone asks him which scene he was the mosts moved by, he can't say for sure a certain scene at the moment but it might be the scene where Takina yells the heart is getting away

Again, it was Hiroki who came up with the idea of mentioning "who's the one to fall off the building" in the Guy Hard scene - he got permission to put it in there

Because the one who fell laughing from the building in Die Hard (?), Majima also laughed when he fell

He thinks finding a balance in today's world is important, and Majima found that in his own sense surely

Even if there's an overflow of good things, that doesn't necessarily cancel out the bad things

(He's going on a bit of a tangent justifying (?) Majima's way of thinking, it's hard to translate - he himself ends it with, "it's difficult")

He just wants to have a serious talk about Majima

"Was it a loss to fall or not?"

(He looks really deep in thought at this point)

That's all for LycoReco 🙌

He's got rehearsals starting again next month!

People are sending him both strawberries and watermelon Yells in the chat

He won't be tweeting tonight; it's no good when he's been drinking

He notices he's been streaming for 3.5 hours at this point

He says he won't be streaming any games today, yet he's still got Placid Plastic Duck Simulator open on the other screen

He totally just bought something in-game (the screen is still cut off)

And he's gone off to the bathroom 🚽

He's got a new pool for the ducks!

It's supposed to be a relaxing game but he can't get his game controller to work so he's stuck using his computer mouse and he keeps hitting it on the table (pls get a mousepad)

He's chewing some ice from his drink and has gotten a bag of Sapporo potato chips that's making alot of noise

His wipe camera is working!

He says BBQ chips are good no matter how old you get

His FENDI earring is hurting his ear now that he's wearing headphones

(His reactions towards the different ducks are adorable but his gaming and excessive clicking is insufferable)

He attempts to yodel the way they do in the game

There's a hot air balloon far away in the distance, he says he wants to go irl but he'd absolutely die from crashing it

He wants to go to the type of lodging that's in the game, but only for two days, then he'd want to go home

He takes a screenshot of the shark duck on screen, then ends the stream after 4 hours 🫶

[motownfiction]

daniel, sadie, 11-16

for ✨daniel✨

11. most embarrassing middle school moment?

going to k-mart and stealing the millennium falcon toy with will and sam. don't get him wrong. he wanted to do it. but as he was doing it, he was thinking to himself, "this is the least cool thing we could ever possibly shoplift. what are we doing?"

12. favorite pizza toppings? list the top five in order.

prosciutto, pepperoni, sausage, green peppers, black olives. not necessarily all at once.

13. what was the last (non-story-related) dream they had while sleeping?

doing donuts in the parking lot of southland mall, but it was very clearly 1998.

14. if they suddenly vanished, what would their family assume they were up to? (shopping, pranking people, overthrowing governments, etc.)

he's probably lying in the botanical garden with his phone off. his natural habitat.

15. what’s their least favorite possession that they wish they could get rid of, but can’t / shouldn’t?

frank's copy of the blue hawaii soundtrack. daniel doesn't want to keep anything that once belonged to his father, but like ... it's blue hawaii.

16. write out their last nightmare as a short scene.

they said it was a player piano.

daniel's at the apple orchard. wiard's before they sold out to that stupid water park. he's walking through the country store, and he hears the piano. somebody's in there, playing "grim grinning ghosts," like this is disney world already. they said it was a player piano. automatic. nobody behind it. just a toy.

but the sound gets closer.

and daniel can hear the keys breathing.

they said it was a player piano.

but really, it's a piano with a player.

charlie.

for ✨sadie✨

11. most embarrassing middle school moment?

that time she got hit in the face with a football during gym class. why in the world did they let a seven-foot-tall twelfth grade boy help out with a seventh-grade gym class? he was a nice guy, but damn, if he didn't know how to tone it down!

12. favorite pizza toppings? list the top five in order.

pepperoni, bacon, spinach, mushrooms, and extra cheese. again, not necessarily at the same time.

13. what was the last (non-story-related) dream they had while sleeping?

eating pizza with sam on the roof of his old car. and yeah, it was the current year. and yeah, sam was fifty-six, too.

14. if they suddenly vanished, what would their family assume they were up to? (shopping, pranking people, overthrowing governments, etc.)

sadie's probably driving down telegraph road, drinking an orange pop.

15. what’s their least favorite possession that they wish they could get rid of, but can’t / shouldn’t?

sadie ... has sam's hospital bracelet. from that night.

16. write out their last nightmare as a short scene.

lucy's not picking up the phone.

it's a wednesday afternoon, half past three. lucy's usually home from teaching her class by now. this semester, it's a seminar all about charlotte brontë. sadie remembers how excited lucy was when she put that syllabus together over the holiday break. she glows when she talks about her favorite books. even when sadie can't see her, even when it's just over the phone, she swears she can hear lucy's incandescence.

but lucy's not picking up the phone.

sadie's heart begins to race. it's not like lucy to miss an appointment. she's great at keeping schedules, and when she has to break them, she's great at making sure everyone knows the plans have changed. but when sadie texted earlier to make sure they were still on for their 3:30 phone call, like they have each week, lucy said it was fine.

she quickly calls will, just to make sure nothing's wrong. will answers on the first ring. he says lucy's there, at home, mixing up a cherry coke in the kitchen. it's the first day she's been able to walk outside without a coat, and she wants to celebrate in the way she always has.

does she want to talk to me? sadie asks.

no, will says.

[ollieinoue]

"It's crazy because the US is so big. It's not the same, but maybe we could like, I don't know, go on a road trip or something," Ollie said, shrugging his shoulders. Traveling at all seemed so crazy, but traveling to a whole new country? He might as well be planning on traveling to space. But maybe it wouldn't be so hard to get out there and explore it a little bit. A road trip sounded feasible… Then after a small pause he asked, "Is it really different here than it is in South Dakota?" Because he realized things here weren't terribly different from New York, it wasn't the city obviously, but Monty traveled so far. He wondered if it was very different. He wondered if it felt bigger to Monty, where it felt smaller to him.

He grinned, bright and proud, nodding his head at the question, "they sure were," Ollie said, "One was this game where you played as a worm, so I could probably release it now and it'd be super meme-y and popular. The other was… Uh���" He trailed off, a wide smile crossing his face, "-super embarrassing, we don't have to talk about it." Letting his head turn against Monty's pillow, he nuzzled his chin against his friend's shoulder for a brief moment. "My parents had this really old desktop, and it had this beginner coding program on it. Like one of those educational games. They also put me in a ton of programs and classes when I was little so I wasn't at home alone while they were out at work. Like there was this day camp during the summer, and gymnastics, and swimming classes, and a bunch of children's library programs. After school things. And one of them was a computer programming thing, and I just really took to it I guess." It worked well with how his brain worked. Whether it was just mindless coding, or trying to solve a really difficult problem in how he had fucked up things so bad. "I made the games on my own, though," he said, nodding his head, and looking a bit proud even if they were terrible games. "Oh yeah?" Ollie asked, his mouth quirking up. "I haven't played in a while, we should play together. We'll build a house, and raise sheep, and go to the nether. It'll be fun."

Ollie bit down on his bottom lip at Monty's comment, shrugging his shoulders. "Is it?" He spiraled into an existential crisis nearly once a week so he didn't know if that was true. Ollie sat up, finally picking up the box of Donuts and laying it across their laps, reaching over to hand Monty's coffee to him. "I just don't like knowing what's going to happen…" He paused a moment bringing his coffee up to his mouth, and sitting there silently before he shook his head and continued. "It's not just that, though. It's like … I've never really felt like I've ever been 'young', but now I suddenly feel like I'm aging out of this 'child prodigy' thing, and what does that even mean?" He'd spent his whole life wanting to be normal while his identity centered on him not being normal, and it just feel confusing. "And don't even get me started on this 'gay death' thing, and how I have max five more years before nobody finds me desirable anymore ever," he said, overdramatically. Clearly only joking, though sometimes he wasn't sure about it. He gave another long silence, where he picked up a jelly filled donut and chewed on it for an over extended period of time before he spoke again. "Do you want to get married?" Another, shorter beat of silence before Ollie laughed and shook his head. "I mean in general. I'm not proposing. I'm not having a full quarter life crisis yet."

His nose wrinkled, face scrunching up for a few seconds of thought before ultimately shaking his head. "Not really, no." Studying abroad had always seemed daunting to Monty. He wanted to travel, sure, but the idea of doing it with school still looming over his head was a bit of a downer. He could only imagine it going one of two ways: he'd completely bomb all of his classes and flunk out because he was too distracted, or he'd bury himself in schoolwork to cope with the fact that he hated where he'd been placed. The way that Ollie framed it all, though, it made perfect sense. Getting into the program could be a way to dip his toes in and safely (and cost-effectively) see what else the world had to offer, even if it was something he only did for a single semester. Maybe... it was worth considering. Something to pick Reina's brain about later, he guessed, putting a mental pin in it while shrugging. "I'm not sure where I'd wanna go --" anywhere outside of South Dakota -- "but I think just getting out there would be cool for a while. Change of scenery, change of pace." Another way to prolong the inevitable death of his youth before having to enter the adult workforce as... well, something. God, just the concept of picking a career made Monty want to roll over and die already. "Doesn't that feel so fucked?" he interrupted on the subject of passports, eyes blinking a little wider as he stared at Ollie. "Like, my family's idea of a vacation is spending the weekend at a lake, not touring Barcelona or jetting off to Paris on a whim." If he sounded jealous, it was because he probably was, just a little. The ski trip had been another big reminder of the class divide that wasn't as often so obvious around campus.

"Were they Flash games?" he asked, grinning as Ollie laughed, imagining a younger version of him glued to a computer screen all night long, teaching himself the basics of coding. Baby's first HTML. "I'd totally playtest for you. How'd you get into all the computer stuff in the first place, anyway?" Knowing him now, it seemed like a no-brainer that Ollie would one day get in on the ground floor of some insane techy development, ushering in a new era of nano-whatever. Was it obvious that Monty didn't know shit about computer science? He tended to zone out whenever Ollie and Anya geeked out over that sort of thing together, volunteering to go on a snack run before he really felt like he had an IQ under 50. "You know, I still play Minecraft all the time," he confessed, sounding like he was joking, but he really wasn't. "My cherry blossom biome is thriving." His slowly growing smile made the corners of his eyes crinkle, exhaling a content sigh in the next second. It probably would've been a good time to stretch across Ollie and grab his coffee, but he didn't quite get there, instead reaching out just far enough to knock his knuckles into the other's chest a few times. "You're not spiraling into an existential crisis over your birthday, are you? Twenty's pretty young for that."

[the-witch-of-one-piece]

Val, mi bruja favorita~ 💗 I hope you're staying sane and taking care of yourself during this mercury retrograde! May I please put in a request for Marco, Sanji, and Katakuri (no surprise 😂) being comforted and loved on by their s/o? I usually see headcanons of them comforting their s/o but they also need some comfort too~ 🥺💗 Thank you and have a wonderful day~

Savannah mi bruja amiga 🥺♥️ Girl let me tell you this retrograde ain't no joke, it's never fun I feel so drained and I'm getting so easily distracted by the littlest thing. But I'm living and surviving hehe. Omg yes of course I can do this for you 🥺♥️ Yes they need all the love and comfort that people can give them. The more love the better! I hope you are having a great night !!! I hope you enjoy!

Katakuri, Marco and Sanji being comforted by their S/O

Warning: none

Katakuri

-The first thing you would do is buy his favorite donuts having them placed in the merienda before he gets there. Making a new tea you both could try together. Knowing his day was long you wanted to make it go as smooth as possible.

-He would see it coming but he is touched by the idea you thought about him. You would be the one to serve him his tea fixing it the way he likes it.

-His head would rest on your lap your fingers combing through his short pink hair. Softly singing a humming tune to help him unwind down. Katakuri himself feels relaxed by your calming presence.

-During the night time both of you are in bed, caressing the side of his face gently. Exchanging gentle words with one another "you are my everything", Knowing how the words affect him he lets out a content breath and a small smile.

-Laying against his broad chest your hands rubbing his chest (tiddies) he get s whiff of your  freshly washed sweet-scented shampoo smell filling his nostrils. Feeling the warm of your body against his does help him drift off to sleep. The both of you would stay like that all night long.

Marco

-Marco working at his desk slightly hunched over as he is doing paperwork, You would come up from behind him rubbing his shoulders. You feel his shoulders drop and a low hum coming from his mouth, his eyes are close the tension in his shoulder becoming undone.

-Checking up on him often makes sure if he needs anything you would get it for him: coffee and food. Even keeping him company even if he is working you presence does ease him.

-Having him taking a break from his work, a small walk on the deck being the listening ear if he wanted to talk about anything on his mind. He did feel lighter after a chat with you.

-Seeing a bit of stress lingering on his face you would walk up to him giving him a loving hug. Marco would be a bit surprised by the hug for a moment before wrapping his arms around you. Whatever feelings he had at that moment disappeared.

-Letting him know how much you care about him ‘no matter what happened you will always be there by his side through thick and thin.’ The first commander knows the statement you said to him was coming from your heart. He truly appreciated that, just knowing you would always be there for him.

Sanji

-Show Sanji affection whether it is hugs, kisses, cuddles, sweet words it warms his soul up. Affection truly means a lot to him as he can feel the love coming from you.

-You would try your best to make his favorite food ‘spicy seafood pasta’  he would offer to help you would gladly accept. He would love the gesture of you making something for him he would feel special.

-Sanji did have moments of thinking about his past he often didn’t want to speak. You would sit next to him grabbing his hand placing a small kiss on it you would say “I’m here for you Sanji” He didn't say anything at first but just knowing that you could see something was wrong and you wanted to be there for him eased his own mind.

-Saji enjoys the back rubs during the night, he can begin to unwind. Your hands moving up and down his back, Sanji lets out a relaxed breath the tension on his back was already going away.

-Nuzzling up with one another to end your day, Sanji loves just being able to hold you in his arm with knowing he is being loved by you. His head would rest in the crook of your neck the softness of your skin and the warmth of the bed put you both to sleep.

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