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CLUB STUPID [24: yeah probably]

next [25: premarital hand holding]

PAIRING - SUNA x FEM!READER

GENRE - crack + fluff

warnings - spelling and grammar errors lol guys its 1am plz-

SYNOPSIS - Club Stupid, an anonymous podcast meant for the dumb and dumbest to send in unspoken and nonsensical thoughts about issues they face in their day to day lives and for Y/n to speak out and give her opinions and feelings. Normal feelings though, nothing romantic like how she thinks this lazy guy with questionable hair in the volleyball club is actually pretty cute.

a/n: as an executive member and proud representative of the suna simp club (jk lol idk) it is my duty, to keep my simps fed. you’re welcome. please listen to some cute wholesome shit.

“Look at this Samu, Suna really his own breed, how does he manage to look more dead compared to how he usually looks”

“Well Tsumu, he ignored the same girl twice in the same week and also got confronted by her cousin who’s also his captain. Pretty sad if ya ask me”

The twins snickered to each other as they eyed the quiet middle blocker who stood by his locker. “Did you see his blocks today Tsumu? I was afraid I was gonna break his toothpick arms with my spikes” Osamu whispered but made it loud enough for Suna to hear. Atsumu nodded, “yeah Samu, totally lame if you ask me. Thank God Yn wasn’t watching him” he teased. “Oi,” Aran called out as he packed up his things on his back that was sitting on top of the benches inside of the boy’s change room. “Lay off of him will ya” he scolded but the pair shrugged and continued to change out of their practice clothes.

“What’s even happening?” Akagi whispered and Riseki could only turn to him and mirror the same lost look on his face and give a clueless shrug. They both just sat back and watched the scene unfold in front of them. The twins were teasing and throwing indirect jabs and insults towards their middle blocker who looked as if he was going through an existential crisis with the dull look in his eyes.

Suna was quiet, everyone knew that. Yet somehow in some way, everyone could feel his energy hit an all-time low. He still attended practice sure, but it was like practicing with a pole lamp. He just stood there and observed whatever was happening but even then, his mind was somewhere else. Of course, this didn’t go unnoticed by the coach who gave him an earful about the proper attitude to be having during their practices. Did he listen though? Nah. Listening to a lecture required too much effort. He was just tired and done for the day and the anxious and nervous feeling bubbling up inside of him wasn't helping either.

Suna was stupid. He knew that. His attention span outside of the court was never the biggest and his lack of energy never helped increase his intelligence. He was never the brightest in his class, and honestly, it never bothered him that he wasn’t. Everything he learned came through one ear and left the other. He retained the information for a test but simply forgot everything once it was over. He wasn’t the brightest, and it didn’t bother him not one bit.

What did bother him was his terrible habit of being oblivious towards other people’s feelings. Maybe it was due to his lack of energy or lack of interest, but he simply never put much effort into acknowledging how people felt. Yeah, he got vibes when people had on and off days, his teammates were the twins, you HAD to notice their mood swings and take necessary precautions. It just never occurred to him that more people could enter his bubble. A bubble that revolved around himself.

However, instead of someone finding a way to enter his fragile bubble without popping it, Suna willingly left his bubble when you came into the picture. It was no secret that Suna was whipped the moment his eyes laid on you. He’s been getting clowned about it ever since the twins found out and they never let a day go by without calling him a simp.

He had no clue what type of person you would be when you entered the doors of the Shiratorizawa gym. You looked sweet and bubbly, the smile you came in with never left your face unless you’d whine to your friends or roll your eyes at them. When you stepped into the room, people just naturally gravitated towards your positive energy and your good vibe. He liked that about you. Then again he still didn’t know anything about you at the time. All he knew was that you managed to attract his attention without even directly giving any to him. Every time he tried to look away and focus on whatever was happening in front of him, his eyes trailed back to you.

For a while after camp, you kept popping back in and out of his mind. It was quite ridiculous actually. He’d be taking a drink by the water fountains and he’d look over to the hallway and suddenly the first thoughts would be ‘what if I saw the redhead again?’ It never lasted long, maybe for a split second or two before he snapped himself out of it. He’d never see you again, what was he talking about? He was just being delusional.

So you could imagine the way his mind stopped functioning the night at the train station. Suna had to pinch himself 8 times when he saw you walk out of the train doors. ‘No way’ he thought. You, out of the 7 billion people in the world, was Kita’s cousin. He remembers seeing your tired face and your short stature clad in a big hoodie and loose sweatpants with your hair tied up. You were supposed to look like a mess, why did he keep thinking that you looked so pretty? This must’ve been the higher power playing a trick on him for slacking off during practice. So annoying.

Suna could keep his cool around school. You weren’t in the same classes meaning he didn’t see you at all. So you could imagine the kind of panic that crossed his mind when Kita told the team that he’d have his cousin staying in the gym. He learned later on that you started watching practices because Kita didn’t feel comfortable with you walking home. You were nice to the team, incredibly nice actually. Your easy-going nature made it easy for you to have a couple of conversations with his teammates here and there. While you were nice to Aran and Akagi, you had a little feisty attitude with the twins (mainly Atsumu) and he couldn’t help but admire how outspoken you were. You were blunt, to say the least. That was something you and Kita had in common. But he liked that about you, how you were always free to speak whatever was on your mind and keep a conversation going.

Suna noticed early on that you rarely paid attention to their practice. He figured volleyball just wasn’t your thing and he couldn’t blame you for that. During water breaks, he’d glance up and watch you tuck back your hair and sometimes he’d catch you scratching your temple in annoyance because of some question you couldn’t answer on your homework. You never looked up, simply unphased by whatever was happening in front of you.

Even so, he still put the smallest amount of extra effort into his practices. Jumping a bit higher and running a bit faster and spiking the ball with more force. He insisted that it was about time he would break some of his bad habits, but even the team knew that it was a sorry excuse. Truth be told, a little part of him was just hoping that if you ever looked up from your phone or your work in your lap, you’d see him and think that he looked at least a little bit cool.

One day, on the rare occasion that he’d be listening in class, he remembers his teacher having a discussion with the class about an epiphany.

The feeling of a sudden or striking realization that hits an individual out of nowhere.

It was late at night where Suna hit an epiphany. You were off to Miyagi, spending your weekend with your best friend and the Twins continued to bug him about his little first-year crush even though he had asked them multiple times to drop the topic.

Suna came to the conclusion that he liked the way you made him feel. He liked the way he felt at ease when you were around him. He liked how you were so different compared to him, but it never stopped you from forming a friendship with him. You never pushed him to ever open up to you, you listened to the bare minimum he had to say and never took his lazy nature and blunt attitude to heart. He liked annoying you, the way your face would scrunch up when he’d take your bento’s the first couple times during your first initial lunch hangouts or the way you’d puff your cheeks when he comments on your height. He liked the way your eyes lit up when the smallest things caught your attention. He took notes on the songs you said you were currently listening too or the ones that reminded you about happy memories.

Suna especially liked seeing you smile. Especially towards him. Something about it gave him the same feeling that was comparable to the way he would feel when he would see those jelly sticks on sale at the grocery store. The way you’d roll your eyes in playful annoyance when he'd come up to you and ask to bandage his fingers even though you both knew that he was capable of doing it himself. You would tease him, a playful smile gracing upon your lips, telling him that his fingers would probably break off if you weren’t there to bandage them up. Suna liked thinking that having you wrap them up made his hands feel a bit stronger with his blocks. But you didn’t need to know that.

He remembers a specific memory that lives rent-free in his mind. He was walking down the hallway, casually strolling and taking his time to get back to class after using the bathroom and he happened to notice you heaving a tired sigh as you closed the doors to your class. You looked quite frustrated, probably because it was your art class and you had been complaining days earlier about how creatively drained you were.

Suna must’ve been looking at you for a moment too long because the moment your eyes met, he felt something tug at his chest by the way your eyes sparkled at the sight of him. Despite being under a little bit of stress, the same smile he grew to enjoy seeing made its way onto your lips and you waved to him excitedly before running up and rambling off about how much your class was pissing you off.

You two eventually got in trouble for skipping the whole period after being too caught up in your conversation. Suna thought it was worth it though.

After scrolling through his phone, listening to Atsumu’s obnoxious lovey-dovey playlist, and inevitably searching “how to know if you like or like like a girl” (there's a difference, he swears) on google.

He came to his epiphany.

Maybe before, when he barely knew you and you never knew him, maybe he was just infatuated with the idea of you.

But it was different now, He liked you.

And that scared him.

It scared him how vulnerable he felt. Suna’s reserved and quiet nature gave him a hard time to open to others. Not that he really cared if he was being honest. He simply had the mindset that no one needed to know everything there was to his existence. Everyone eventually leaves anyways, what was the point?

When it sank into him that he liked you, it confused him endlessly. You never wanted to get out of his head and sooner or later he found himself doing the smallest things for you. The little black silk band was always on his wrist and if it wasn’t on his wrist, it would be tucked away in his pockets. Not to mention that he kept one in his pencil case for good measure. The bandaids inside in his backpack were sealed away in a ziplock bag just in case you ever got hurt because he knew you were a bit clumsy. He found himself keeping his eyes open for little souvenirs and trinkets that looked like something that you’d like wherever he went.

At first, he thought that he just wanted to upgrade you from friend to best friend. Maybe this was a friendship that he had just been deprived of since his world revolved around constantly meaning to improve in volleyball. Yes, he did find comfort in the friendship he grew with you, but sooner or later he realized that he wanted more. The thoughts of holding your hand slipped into his mind and sooner or later hugging you from behind and resting his head on top yours flowed in followed by taking you back by peppering your smooth and soft cheeks with kisses. That wasn’t something that best friends did.

Kita was right about how his logic of ignoring you to suppress his feelings was stupid and that the worst things that could happen were that he’d get rejected. But he didn’t want to face the chance of him getting rejected, he’d like you for so long and he learned during his time spent away from you that he didn’t want to just stop talking to you. Suna knew himself, if he got rejected then he’d distance himself away from you and never talk to you ever again because the embarrassment would eat him up.

He didn’t wanna lose you for that. He wasn’t ready.

What a coward.

He just really hoped you liked the flowers and read his note, he thought anything was better than a stupid “I’m sorry” text.

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“Hurry up, I need to lock up the gym” Kita’s voice echoed throughout the walls as he stepped into the changeroom. Suna looked up from his phone, taking one last glance at your ‘see you soon :P’ text before shutting it off and shoving it into his pockets. As everyone began to leave one-by-one and bid their goodbyes to each other and their captain. The twins however didn’t leave until they both gave Suna a teasing punch on both of his shoulders. Suna only glared at them before proceeding to make his exit as well.

Kita stopped Suna before he could exit and the look on his face seemed rather serious. With his voice low, Kita simply said “She needs to be back by 7. If she comes home hurt in any way, I’m benching you” he said sternly and that was enough for him to feel his skin crawl under his tracksuit jacket. Suna nodded, understanding that he really wasn’t kidding and that he definitely bench him.

Kita turned around and opened the door for them both to leave the changerooms. They walked together side-by-side and from a distance, he could see your short figure walking up to both of them. You looked different today, your hair was sitting on your shoulders and a pair of gold-rimmed glasses he was yet to see was sitting on the bridge of your nose. You were clad in your uniform with an oversized pink knit cardigan overtop. Was that a new cardigan you were wearing? He’s never seen it before either.

Kita smiled at the sight of you skipping up to them and he watched you two exchange high fives and he gave you a brief little speech about staying late. You nodded along and Suna stood by and watched Kita ruffle your hair making you whine cutely.

He wanted to do that.

You waved goodbye to your cousin and Kita looked at Suna and gave him a firm nod before turning back and making his way towards the gym doors. You turned back and faced Suna, your hands behind your back as you made your way towards him with a warm smile. “Hey there” you greeted and stood in front of him, looking up so you could look at him clearly. Suna couldn’t help but look at you weirdly, why were you acting as nothing happened? Shouldn’t you be upset with him? “Hi, let’s go?” god, why was he so forward.

You hummed and shook your head, making him furrow his eyebrows in confusion, “do you not wanna go anymore? I can drop you off if you want-” You rolled your eyes, “I don’t see you for a week and you’re already trying to get rid of me?” you questioned and narrowed your eyes at him. Suna felt his heart wrench as your lips pouted.

He shook his head, “n-no” he stuttered. Your eyes perked up and you watch his cheeks heat up (potentially from embarrassment, but you're not going to assume) and look away.

You chuckled and grabbed his wrist and pulled him to follow behind you. What made you so bold today? Probably from the unexpected pep talk you had with Goshiki that morning.

“You don’t need him Ln-senpai! If he thinks he can just look over you and all your greatness and beauty and not acknowledge how beautiful you are and how your very presence graces this dull world then send his ass to KFC! You are a woman senpai! A beautiful woman who deserves everything. Not a value menu that has a 20% off discount!”

Did his speech make sense? Sure. You’ll take it over Tendou’s “cut his dick off if he does you dirty queen” text message sent with the confetti effect on imessage followed by a bunch of knife emojis that was honestly more threatening rather than comforting.

You pulled him out of the gym and Shin gave you a look before shaking it off and locking up the gym doors. From the corner of your eyes, you could see the twins sending winks your way before snickering and walking off. You rolled your eyes and stopped when you reached the doors of the school.

You turned around and faced Suna who looked very lost and confused. “Let’s not go to the convenience store today, let’s go somewhere else,” you say. Suna nodded slowly, “okay? Where do you wanna go?” he asked.

Just then, you lifted up your other hand and it was only then that Suna noticed you carrying a small pink lunch tote. You let go of his wrist and tucked some strands your hair behind you ear, “we haven’t had lunch together in a week and you had a meeting today again so we couldn’t do anything today either and well..” you trailed off and looked up at him and shrugged, “I figured we could make up for lost time” you muttered.

Suna felt his chest tighten, not only because you were absolutely adorable and it was making him lose his mind, but it almost seemed like you were the one trying to apologize to him when you didn’t do anything wrong. He did.

You frowned as you looked at how subtly his face dropped. As upset as you were, you understood that he wasn’t ready to tell you whatever he was meaning to hide. He wasn’t obligated to tell you anything and you understand that. A small smile creeping up on your lips, “let’s go eat at the park near my house. The one we walk by all the time. Saves you the trouble of worrying if you’re gonna get home on time or not” you laughed slightly.

Suna couldn’t say no to you, so here were the two of you now. Eating and sitting in front of the other with the bento’s you had prepared on the table. The park was as busy as it usually would be during the afternoon. The atmosphere felt warm as the sky was slowly settling into hues of orange with peaks of pink seeping through. Suna watched you happily eat the bento you had prepared and listened attentively as you told him about everything he missed during your week and you did the same when he talked about his.

A part of him couldn’t help but admire how pretty you looked in front of him. Suna was lying when he told the twins that you were a 7. You were beyond a 7 and beyond whatever scale they had given him. It was a rare sight to see you with your glasses and partnered with that oversized pink cardigan? You were adorable.

You tilted looked up from your food and stopped mid-sentence when you saw him just look at you with what seemed to be a fond look in his eyes. But you could’ve just been mistaken, maybe you need to have your prescription checked again. “Rin, what’s wrong?” you asked. At the sound of his name, Suna blinked snapped back into reality and was met with your concerned look. “W-what?” You chuckled, “you zoned out Rin, everything okay?” you asked.

Rin.

He liked the way his name rolled off your lips.

He shook his head, “I’m fine, sorry. This is really good by the way, I didn’t think you could cook” he said as an attempt to change the subject. You rolled your eyes but you looked away. “As much as I want you to believe I’m some great chef, Granny helped me with most of it” you confessed sheepishly.

He chuckled and poked the sausage that was cut up into a little octopus with his chopsticks, “Well, you did tell me that you burned rice once so maybe I thought too highly of you to make a full meal” he teased. You scoffed and grabbed his bento, “if you’re not gonna appreciate the chef then you don’t deserve the food” you huffed. Suna rolled his eyes and grabbed yours, “guess I’ll have to eat yours then” he said and shoved some rice into his mouth. Your jaw dropped at his actions, “Hey!”

As the day went on, you both began to feel at ease and comfortable once again with each other's presence. The harmony that flowed around between you two was coming back and was settling into its familiar rhythm. You two continued to chat as if nothing happened. Laughing at anything and everything you found remotely hilarious under the sun. Suna felt warm. He was here, with you, and everything felt okay. With both your bento’s empty and tucked neatly away into your lunch bag and the sun settling down and giving a wake-up call for the stars to come out, it was about time for Suna to bring you home.

The walk back to your place was comfortable. There was no tension in the air or any awkwardness in the atmosphere. It was simply peaceful. You were walking beside him and rambling on about something that had happened to you in class that day. It was slightly cooler and the winds were colder and he had noticed early on that you kept pulling at the ends of your cardigan at an attempt to get some more warmth from it. It would’ve just been rude for him to let you be cold, Kita would kill him if you got sick.

It took you by surprise to see Suna slipping off his volleyball jacket and shoving it into your hands. He was wearing a hoodie under it anyway, he didn’t mind. A part of him was just curious about how his jacket would fit you too and what kind of fool would you be to reject an oversized jacket? It was just extra points that happened to be from the boy that you liked.

Suna nodded along to what you were saying, but he couldn’t help the sudden urge to just grab your hand out of his system. You were walking so close to each other. Your shoulders kept brushing past and your hands were right there.

But with the events that happened this past weekend, he didn’t wanna overstep any boundaries. He was still too cautious that he would mess up and make you upset all over again. With the thought of his actions, Suna suddenly felt a little ball of guilt eat him up. He never stopped feeling bad about what he did. Kita’s words rang through his head, he needed to learn how to communicate better and not deal with everything all on his own. Maybe he really was a coward for letting such a dumb fear eat him up.

In the midst of your talk about how much you despise your math class, you turned to look at Suna and saw how troubled he looked. He didn’t even look like he was listening anymore and seemed to be having some sort of internal battle with himself.

You furrowed your eyebrows and grabbed his wrist to stop walking. “Rin, what’s wrong?” you asked, concern lacing the tone of your voice. You both never really brought up what had happened. Maybe you were just too caught up in having a good time but you were honestly content with the reasons he gave you. If he wasn’t ready then he wasn’t ready.

Suna however felt like he owed you so much more than his apology that he already struggled to explain.

Suna stared down at you for a moment, the unreadable expression on his face that only made you more confused. It was quiet for a moment, the only sound to be heard was the wind blowing by and the trees rustling.

Nothing would have prepared you for the way he turned around and pulled the arm that was holding his wrist and pulling you into his chest. His hands wrapped around your shoulders as he held you just a little bit tighter. He was a bit stiff, but you couldn’t put that against. He wasn’t the type of person to initiate things like this.

“I’m sorry”

Your body froze, something about his tone was different. It was vulnerable.

You stayed quiet, letting yourself relax slowly in his hold.

“F-fuck, I’m really sorry. I said I wasn’t good with words right? S-so I’m trying to explain now because you deserve it but I don’t even know why I did it. I’m sorry, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to make you upset at all, I was just caught up with myself and I didn’t consider what I was doing to you. You didn’t deserve that. I like being around you and I’m sorry” He pulled away and one of his hands dropped to your waist and fiddled with the material of his jacket. You watched as his free hand dug deep into his pockets and you watched him pull something out.

“It’s kind of pathetic if you ask me and it’s also kind of ugly but-” he grabbed one of your arms and dropped the object into the palms of your hands. Your eyes widened at the little paper craft,

It was an origami strawberry.

It was small, it fit perfectly inside on the palms of your hand. You could see that he struggled with making it. The leaves were slightly bent and the tip of the strawberry was ripping off. There were lots of creases all in the wrong places and even the seeds were drawn on.

But it still melted your heart.

“I read somewhere about 1000 paper cranes for a wish and well, cranes are kind of hard and I didn’t have enough paper to make 1000 and-god this is so embarrassing-” he muttered the last part but gained enough courage to look up at you and meet your eyes. Your eyes were soft and patient. “I wished that you wouldn’t hate me. Or that, this wouldn’t y’know...make everything all weird between us. I like you-or well uh- being around you at least and I-I know you joke about it all the time but please don't-”

Suna paused when he felt you wrap your arms around his waist once again, hugging him back but just a little bit tighter. The small confession not even going through your mind because your attention was too focused on the way his words were making you melt.

“You’re an idiot” you mumbled into his chest and hugged him a bit tighter. Your words made his stomach drop, but that feeling went away when you pulled back and looked at him with a smile. A smile that said you understood.

“I’m never gonna force you to tell me anything you don’t want to tell me” You repeated but this time it felt different, it felt warmer.

“I’m never gonna hate you. I know how you are Rin, you’re not good with your words and I get that. You could've sent me a text but you didn’t. You went out of your way with the flowers and even the little note and this adorable fucking strawberry is more than enough” you laughed but you could feel your eyes watering up slightly with the overwhelming amount of emotions you were feeling all at once. “You don’t need to keep apologizing to me okay? I understand. Thank you,” you smiled. Suna stared down at you. Nodding slowly and you chuckled and fell into his arms once again.

This time, he was the one who held you a bit tighter.

“This side of you is cute you know, but It’s kinda ruining your whole tsundere image you’re going for. Bet the twins would make fun of you for being this thoughtful” you whispered jokingly, making him roll his eyes and huff a quiet “shut up” in annoyance. If only you knew the pain he endured for putting up with those twins.

You both stayed like that for a little while longer. Holding each other and fitting so perfectly in the arms of the other. If it wasn’t for your phone dinging from a text from Shin asking where you were, Suna swore he would have held you there for the whole night.

You pulled away first and tugged his hand, “come on, Shin wants me home now so let’s get going ‘kay? Don’t want you getting benched the whole season now do we?” you grinned and walked in front of him and tugged him along.

Somehow in some way, your fingers slipped perfectly into his.

Suna could only feel the warmth rising in his chest, his daze fixed at the sight of his hands interlocked with yours.

“Oh and Rin” you called out, making him snap back into reality.

Suna hummed, looking right back at you.

“Tell me when you’re ready, okay?”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

“Text me when you get up in your room safe”

You turned around to him with a quizzical expression before letting out a chuckle, “I’m in front of my house Rin, I got here in one piece” you said and motioned your free hand towards yourself to prove that you were indeed, uninjured. Suna rolled his eyes and bit the inside of his cheek, “you’re clumsy remember, you might fall or something” he muttered and looked away.

You grinned and squeezed his hand, “Awe, look at you caring for me and my wellbeing. My ears might be deceiving me but it sounds like you’re in love with me” you teased and swung your hands together back and forth.

Suna huffed, his mind not properly functioning when the words fell out of his mouth.

“yeah probably”

Simultaneously, his eyes and yours widened and you both froze.

Both you and Suna blinked at each other twice. Your eyes looked down at your hands that were still interlocked and looked up at his face that was fully drained of any colour. Your heart was beating rapidly against your chest and Suna began to question the very point of his existence.

“W-what?”

“Uh-”

“Y-you said-”

“A-ah I-”

“Oi!” you both jumped and instinctively Suna pulled you closer to him. You looked at up him briefly before turning around to see Granny waiting by the gate with an impatient but also teasing glint in her eyes. “It’s almost 7:30 Yn-chan! You almost missed bingo night! Kiss ya little friend goodnight and come in before Shin and I eat all the mochi we left for ya” she called out but you could hear the teasing tone in her voice.

“C-coming!” you yelled back. Your face was piping hot and you wanted the ground to swallow you whole from the amount of embarrassment and flusteration you were feeling at that moment.

Granny nodded and walked back inside, and looked up at Shin who was standing with his arms crossed on the porch. Granny walked back to him with a victorious smile on her lips as she gave him a thumbs up. Granny knew what she was doing and she knew what she saw. She’s gonna call and gossip to your mother.

You gulped and took a step back and looked back at Suna. He was still frozen and his mind was racing at what just happened and he too, wanted the ground to swallow him whole. “I-I uh, I guess I gotta go?” you winced, but the tone of your voice made it sound like you were asking a question. Suna nodded, “y-yeah, goodnight I guess” he muttered as he looked away and you watched his face heat up.

You were both so embarrassed but neither one wanted to let go of the others hand.

Suna figured he couldn’t keep you out all night and just as he was about to let go of your hand, a sudden wave of confidence went through your veins and you just went ‘fuck it.’

You pulled his arm down towards you taking him back. His eyes widened, “what are you-” you stood slightly on your tippy-toes and kissed his cheek which made him shut up instantly. “That’s for today, thanks. goodbye.” you said frantically.

Suna froze, too much in shock and his mind was still in the middle of trying to register what just happened and watched as you let go of his hand and covered your face furiously blushing and running off to your gate and slamming it shut.

He stared blankly at the gate door and blinked twice as an attempt to get himself back to reality. He brought his hands up to his cheeks that were on fire. His mind kept replaying the way your soft lips kissed his cheek and could feel the slightest residue of your lip gloss still on his cheek.

Shit, you really had him wrapped around your finger.

“Idiot”

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*

a/n: BYE STOP IM SO SINGLE THIS IS SAD AND I AM DEVASTATED.

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There are no restrictions on which osc characters I’ll draw. Mainly im interested in BFDI, II and HFJONE

No gore or nsfw

Not certain ships (anything with rocky, grassy, (perhaps they can hold hands idk tho) firey jr. or any other characters who are canonically children.)

Extension of the previous points, I will draw family hcs but I do have my own. I hc Firey and Match as siblings, Pen, Pencil and Marker are siblings, and Basketball and 8ball are siblings.

No more than idk like 8 characters per request? (I'll try whole team interactions but they might not be good)

Honk!!! Clown time

These are my five clowns they very silly

Seafoam, he/him - A plush circus teacup, his favorite color is blue and he’s very sociable. Could be a purebred of not for the significant lack of porcelain.

Azta, he/they - A stilt scare tragic, they like the color lavender and are very shy. Azta was a rescue from the streets downtown, i did a lot of work and research before taking them in.

Malware, Mal/it - A code jester, Mal’s favorite color is magenta and Mal is very pack oriented. Mal kinda just showed up one day and declared itself Seaf and Azzy’s older sibling.

Stellar, she/her & mirror pronouns - A cosmic clown, her favorite color is yellow and she's just a little ball of energy.

Chess, she/her - A harlequin pierrot, she loves her friends and is bonded to Stellar which is why I adopted them together. Her favorite color is red!

I do stalk all my new followers as a precaution like a responsible tumblrina so if I reblog one of your posts just know that I am 👀

Things I might talk about include

The demons and angels universe thing I made (under the tag #vivid afterlife)

Another world I made currently called “the Escapees” but that’s up for change 👀 (under the tag #the escapees and the au under #au of my own stuff lol

My disabilities and neurodivergence

Honestly whatever I’m hyperfixating on (Currently: PnF, Bfdi, FNAF, Clowns, TADC, Ut/Dr, Pokemon and a little Spamton, TMA, Cuphead perhaps even a Wordgirl post or two who knows)

Blorbos!!!

Spamton (deltarune)

Sans (undertale)

Black Hole (bfdi)

Golf Ball (bfdi)

Algebrailens (xfohv/bfdi)

Sunrise and Moondrop (fnaf)

Mewtwo (pokemon)

William Baldimore (basic-bb-asks)

Nightmare Sans (Dreamtale by jokublog)

Foldy (bfdi)

Airy (hfjone)

Bot (II)

Many of my ocs heehee :3

My socials and side blogs

Toyhouse (most oc art and writing goes here)

@ask-the-vivid-afterlife

@bees-oc-rambling-blog

@every-day-items-comic

Do not interact

We are not a discourse blog do not try to engage in discourse, we will block you with little warning.

To make this short: Anyone who’s any sorts of queerphobic (including transmeds and anti-mspecs), ableist (including any syscourse and transableds), sexist, racist, or proship

People who don’t like Furries

People who support/are pedophiles, zoophilies, necrophilies, yandere, transrace

Kink blogs, I acknowledge our history as a community but being ace it just makes me eyurg

#intro post #*gets rid of all the tags* :)#dni list #bee bookmark

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kaspgaytozier · 4 years

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@thevoidofnothingness replied to your post “I need to stop reading reddie fanfics until 3a.m. wtf”

You can’t just say that and then not drop fic recommendations

alright folks, you asked for it *cracks knuckles* (acting like if a tons of you asked for this lol) (if you’re a minor pls don’t)

the fic I was reading last night:

I Would Have by Blissymbolics

Mature | Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier | word count 20k | 5/5 chapters

Summary: “I would’ve let you. You didn't even need to ask. I would’ve let you.” post chapter two fix it, first kiss, nsftumblr, a lot of making out, dry humping, panic attacks, yearning, pining, longing, mention past drug use, externalized homophobia

and then other ones that I have recently read and I liked so much:

call my bluff, call you babe by hyruling

Explicit | Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier | word count 29k | 3/3 chapters | post-Chapter Two Fix It

Summary: ‘’Richie and Eddie fake dating? for ben and Bev's wedding? groundbreaking’‘ fake/pretend relationship, yearning, mutual pining, first kiss, stanley uris lives, post canon, first time, misunderstandings, excessive use of ‘‘baby’‘, weddings nostalgia, dancing together

Turtle Creek Acting AU by @rorschachisgay

Explicit | Eddie Kaspbrak/Richie Tozier | 695 posts | epistolary | Reddie Actors AU

Summary: ‘’After shooting to fame on a sitcom, Richie Tozier joined drama series Turtle Creek last minute, infuriating show lead Eddie Kaspbrak. He's sure he knows Richie is going to ruin the show, but when they meet, things don't go how anyone expects ‘’ other pairings: hanbrough, stanpaty and beverly, tw for mentions of physical abuse and domestic violence, slurs, homophobia, acting AU, infidelity (not reddie), first kiss, first time, myra is actually okay, pining, past substances abuse, anger issues, self deprecating

Wrong Number by Blissymbolics

Summary: ‘’Richie’s phone buzzes twice. An unknown number, an anonymous icon. Did you just call me? the message reads. It could be a scam. It probably is. But he still types out a quick reply: No sorry Three grey bubbles appear, indicating someone tapping away on the other end. Not a scam then. If it were a bot then the entire reply would be copied and pasted. ok never mind, it was just spam. Sorry’‘ mental health issues, health anxiety, discussion of drugs and alcohol, pre canon, sex phone, gay yearning, suicide attempt, nsftumblr

(that last one make me ugly cry because there's a chapter that WOW the worst of the worst, the author warns in the said chapter but still, I wasn't prepared so take precautions for su*cidal thoughts/attempts and slurs)

Skeleton Key to My Heart by Amuly

Summary: ‘’After they kill that fucking clown, Richie is left with a broken arm, a list of bad baseball comedy jokes, and one beautiful, dedicated nurse by the name of Eddie Kaspbrak. But then Richie's manager Steve rushes to his side, and Richie's seeing double as the two most important men in Richie's life square off to see who can Handle Richie Tozier's Shit the best. Which isn't a bad problem to have, in Richie's book--he just wishes they could figure out how to get along.‘’ moving in together, hurt/comfort, closeted characters, broken bones, injury, dry humping, bottom richie tozier, top eddie kaspbrak, couch cuddles, gloves, domestic fluff, jealous eddie, implied/referenced su*cide (but I honestly don't remember that line/part) comming out, first time, first kiss, hand jobs, blow jobs, prostate massage, nsftumblr

Honestly, I just realized making fic recs is exhausting, my respects for people who make very long ones they’re stronger than the US marines, also my memory is not very good so I forget most of the fics I read, I barely remember three fics ago, so I recommend you to go to my bookmarks and check out them lol sorry for my lazyness

ooH!! the Neibolt Adults AU by @slaviceddie on twitter is a WIP but also so good!! go check it out

my bookmarks

#fic rec #reddie fic #reddie #nsftumblr #tw suicice #tw slurs #beepbeepmf

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lfd072936 · 5 years

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Harlequin - Chapter 1

So here is the first chapter of the fanfic I posted about previously. It features a original female character I intend to be “Harley Quinn” later on, although this story is completely different from the traditional comic book one. This chapter barely has Arthur in it, but he will be featured a lot later (obviously).

Word count: 1788

Summary: a young woman named Lola Page starts working at a new wing in Arkham Asylum.

Warnings: none, except that this chapter has criminally little Arthur in it, but I had write a little bit of backstory/building.

@tiredwritersworld asked to be tagged (<3)

Chapter 2 link

Chapter 3 link

1. Fresh Meat

She had been working at Arkham for little over a year now. She liked it although with most things she could make peace and be content no matter what cards she was handed. Of course this wasn’t what she wanted to do originally, she wanted to be a dancer, which she practically was up until a misfortunate misunderstanding (as her mother called it) put her in prison.

- What do you want to do after you get out? – her probation officer asked one week before her release.

- What do you mean? I’m a dancer, I dance… that’s what I’m gonna do.

- Lola, you know you cannot go back to your old company after what happened.

- So? This is a big city, there’s plenty of fish in the sea.

- Look… word’s got around. No sane person would hire you as a dancer. You have to come up with something more… realistic.

- So then what do you suggest? I am not trained in anything other than dancing, I have no skills. Should I sweep the filthy streets of Gotham so that you can check it off of a to-do-list, while telling me how much cleaning up other people’s shit is helping me to get back on my feet?

- Come on, there surely must be something that you would like to do.

The probation officer was too persistent to shrug off so after a few suggestions she agreed to try this job. The hospital was on such a staff shortage that it only took a 10-day training for an ex-convict who was sentenced for assault to start working there. Of course she was not allowed to do anything medical or touch any drugs, but she did help out with anything else she could from feeding to making the beds and mostly interacting with patients. She was placed in the eastern wing due to her past where the lighter patients resided, those who generally did not pose a threat to anyone other than themselves. Lola proved herself to be an excellent employee over the months, despite her criminal record no incidents occurred and she was adored by the patients she took care of and the feeling was seemingly mutual. She surprisingly had immense patience and gentleness towards them.

That day however she was called into her supervisor’s office out of the blue. She knocked on her door at around noon and stepped in confidently.

- Hey, Josie!

- Hey, Angel! Have a seat… - she sat down opposite of her supervisor, a sweet old lady with immaculate style. Lola always adored the intricate braids she could put into her greying hair. – How are things going?

- Amazing as always… you know me – she said with a wide smile.

- Yeah, yeah I do. So – she usually cut straight to the point – you’ve been with us for over a year now… - Lola heard the hesitation in her voice. Something was wrong.

- Are you letting me go, Josie? – her voice wasn’t worrying more confused.

- No, God no… listen the thing is… there was a situation over at west and I need to switch you up with someone.

- Sure, no problem.

- Yeah? – Josie raised an eyebrow.

- Absolutely. It’s even closer to my stop.

- But you know that the west is one of the more, well… problematic wings. And you will get an all new supervisor, new colleagues…

- That’s alright. I think I can handle it.

- Okay – she said with a slight surprised tone. – Thank you for being so understanding.

- No… - Lola leaned forward a bit – Thank you for giving me a chance for change.

The next week she started her shift at the notorious western wing. She was greeted by one of the nurses who was assigned to show her around, although it did not seem like she volunteered for it. Oh, how wildly different this part of the hospital was. Almost all rooms were for one person, the doors were made from metal and heavy latches protected the outside from anyone that was on the inside. Guards were patrolling the floors and almost all patients outside of their cell were at least handcuffed if not forced into a straightjacket.

The nurse led Lola up on one of the lesser used back stairs.

- This is the staff area – she continued her never-ending tale of dos and don’ts. – A little bit onward there is a kitchen and a room with some beds, although I heard that you’re not allowed to take any night shifts – Lola frowned. No she wasn’t, but why did everyone have to be aware of that? Why was her past such common knowledge even on a wing she never even entered before? – But sometime we do like to take naps. A little further back are the women’s restrooms and next to them the showers. Why they put them so far from the beds still baffles me… but make sure to always lock the shower with your keys especially if you’re inside, because we have some incidents from time to time.

- Wait… what kind of incidents?

- Those patients who manage to wander off are especially drawn to this place to give a little surprise visit.

- Oh… we never had anything like that. On my previous wing incident meant someone spilt their OJ – the nurse gave a mocking laugh.

- Welcome to the wild west, Page – Lola did not laugh though, if anything she wondered how can some patients just walk into a staff shower with all these safety precautions.

Their tour continued pretty smoothly, they walked and she talked on end. She finally halted in front of the entrance of the communal room.

- Now about some of our patients. The worst are Flynt, 7-foot guy, pure muscle. He is restrained at all times, but he sure likes to bite and if he spontaneously faints close to you, don’t try to catch him. Then there’s Marigold… she hates everyone younger than her, so more and more people every year, I would just avoid her all together. And last but not least, there’s Fleck. He is currently stable on his meds, but he has some authority over the other patients. If I were you I would put my sunshine and rainbows approach that might have worked back at your old wing aside and be little more tough or else this place will crush you, but… I would try to stay on Fleck’s good side.

- But why do the other patients respect him so much?

- How old even are you? – the nurse laughed again. She was rude, but Lola decided to just swallow it for now. – He is Arthur Fleck… the guy who killed Murray Franklin a while back. Ring a bell?

Lola’s face lit up. She never would have admitted it to anyone, but she adored that clown. She thought he was an icon, the face of the protests she desperately wanted to attend, but her mother forced her to stay in their spotless suburban house, that the garbage strike could not reach. Oh, and that television broadcast that she had the privilege to see live… brilliant. She did not condone murder, but he executed it so theatrical and with much flare. Honestly she wouldn’t mind someone killing her either, if it happened in such a stylish way.

- Wait up… you mean to tell me that you have the Joker in this wing? – she couldn’t hide her excitement.

- Yes, but why are you so happy about it?

- You never met a celebrity, huh? – Lola laughed. Now it was her turn to make the nurse uncomfortable and looked down upon.

- Stop laughing! – she hissed. – He’s not a celebrity, and trust me… you will be disappointed when you see him. Now get in, and do your job!

She forced a serious look on her face as they walked in. The room was more bleak and depressing than the one at her old wing, this one clearly had more insanity in the air. She could feel almost every patient looking at her, those at least who were aware of their surroundings, and it made her uneasy. She completed the tasks upon tasks given to her wondering which one could the Joker be, but she just couldn’t tell. Finally, she approached one of her colleague who’s face seemed familiar.

- Hey, which one is Fleck?

- Don’t look right away, but it’s the one who didn’t stop staring at you ever since you arrived – she said with a grimace on her face. – I mean the one by the window. – she had to correct herself, because most patients were still staring at Lola.

- I surely am interesting.

- Well, you know how it is… you’re fresh meat. – she returned the smile, because the worker had no wrong intentions, but being called fresh meat was not something Lola thrived on.

As promised she did not look at the window’s direction, but rather went back to doing her job, feeding patients, getting them blankets etc., but after a while she couldn’t help herself. Masking it as a simple glance to the clock on the wall above the man, she could finally look at him. The man was alone with nothing but a notebook in front of him, but at the moment he wasn’t focused on that. He was smoking and looking at her. He blew out some smoke as their eyes locked and took another drag. The nurse did not exaggerate; he really was a lot different than she expected. He was thin and frail, his face wrinkly, but that look… oh that was something to die for. He was practically piercing her with his gaze and she could feel blood rush into her cheeks. She quickly looked down unable to do anything else, but from the corner of her eyes she could see him smile with satisfaction. Bastard. It was so amusingly annoying she had to smile, but made sure to turn away, so he didn’t see it.

She went on with her tasks, being sent here and there around the floor. So far she wasn’t too impressed by this wing, how somber and grey everything was, despite the walls being painted to a pretty yellow color somehow the air was grey. But there was one positive thing: Arthur. She was desperate to talk to him, even though he surely was nothing like she expected, but it only made her more curious. How much did he change, how much did the meds tone him down, was that whole persona just for television? It was impossible to tell as of yet.

#joker fanfiction #joker x ofc #joker x harley #sortof #barely any joker sorry #arthur fleck #sort of oc

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queen-of-deans-booty · 6 years

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Jus In Bello- Part 4

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Word Count: 2,651

Warnings: Typical Supernatural violence, language, angst, blood, you know the usual

Author’s Note: I do not own anything from Supernatural. All credit goes to their respective owners. Any and all comments on these are appreciated. I really want to hear what you guys think about this one!

Feedback is the glue that holds my writing together.

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After receiving the spray paint, Sam got to work praying devil traps all throughout the place, at the exits and the windows. You had to take every precaution now that Victor knew you weren’t the bad guys. You would have been helping but Nancy was tending to your wound after she finished with Dean. Dean decided to look at the floor plans of the station, trying to think of everything since there were people here that shouldn’t be involved in all this. Plus, a lot more demons would be coming to hunt you three down. You looked at Nancy as she cleaned your wound before placing gauze on it.

“Thanks, Nancy.” You whispered and she smiled at you before finishing up. You looked at Victor and his partner who you learned was named Phil. They were getting their guns ready but you knew they would be useless.

“Okay, first crash course on demons 101, those guns won’t do much good on those creatures out there.” You said, gaining the attention of the agents.

“We got arsenal here,” Victor said.

“You don’t poke a bear with BB gun. That’s just gonna make them mad.”

“Okay, what do you need?” Victor asked you.

“Salt. Lots and lots of salt.” You walked over to Dean.

“Salt?” Phil asked.

“Did I stutter?” You snapped at him and he rolled his eyes.

“There’s road salt in the storeroom,” Nancy spoke up and you looked at her with a nod.

“Perfect. Perfect. We need salt at every window and every door.” Dean said. Phil and Victor left the room to get the salt.

“How you holding up, Nancy?” Dean asked.

“Okay. When I was little, I would come home from the church and start to talk about the devil. And my parents would tell me to stop being so literal. I guess I showed them, huh?” Nancy chuckled humorlessly. Phil walked back into the room carrying bags of salt and looked at you for guidance.

“Where do you want it?” Before you could answer, Dean asked a very important question.

“Hey, where is my car?”

“Impound lot out back,” Phil answered.

“Okay, I’ll be back,” Dean said, walking away but Phil stopped him after setting the bags of salt down.

“You’re not going out there?”

“Yeah, I got to get something out of my trunk,” Dean said and you walked over to him, cupping his cheeks in your hands before pressing your lips to his for comfort.

“Be safe, okay?” You whispered to him.

“Always.” He whispered back before kissing you again. He promptly left after and you sighed and went to help Sam with the devil’s trap.

“How are you holding up?” You asked.

“Fine, considering.”

“Yeah. Look, this is all going to be okay. We’re going to kick some demon ass and we’re going to win tonight.” You said to try and keep the hope up.

“I want to believe that.” Sam looked at you before going to the front door to spray the symbol. Suddenly Dean rushes inside the building with a worried look.

“Hurry, they’re coming!” Your eyes widened and took a can before spraying the other door. Just then, Nancy screamed and you looked to see black smoke at the window she was by. You rushed to her and brought her to the middle of the room while Dean handed you a gun before tossing Sam one. You looked inside your gun to check it like every time before cocking it.

You looked out the windows and knew the black smoke was surrounding the buildings. The lights started to flicker and we’re getting darker. Nancy clutched her cross around her neck as if that would protect her. You decided to let her think it would help because, at this point, you could get all the help you could get. The building started to shake for a bit before the smoke disappeared and everything became quiet again.

“Everybody okay?” Sam asked.

“Define okay,” Victor said with a sigh.

“Alright, everybody needs to put these on,” Dean said, taking out the protect necklaces that Bobby had given you to protect you. However, you got something more permanent. He handed them out to the people who needed them. “They’ll keep you from being possessed. There you go.”

“What about you three?” Nancy asked as she put the necklace on. You glanced at the brothers who nodded and tugged the collar of their shirts down to show the tattoo of the protection symbol that was on the left side of their chest. You lifted your shirt and pulled down the hem of your pants to show the same mark on your hip.

“Smart. How long have you had those?” Victor asked.

“Not long enough.” Sam grimaced. You sighed and pulled your shirt down and walked to the window. It was still quiet and the parking lot was still empty. You sighed and walked back to Dean, leaning against him.

“How’s your shoulder doing?” Dean asked, putting an arm around you.

“Doesn’t matter. I’ll live. There aren’t any demons out there, Dean. Where did they go? They wouldn’t just leave.” You sighed.

“Maybe they’re trying to find a more permanent host. They can’t do much damage as smoke.”

“Yeah, I guess.”

“Well make it out alive. No one is going to die tonight except those sons of bitches.”

“I want to believe you, Dean.”

“Yeah, me too.” Dean sighed.

After about 20 minutes, Nancy spoke up as she peered out the window by the door.

“Hey, that’s Jenna Rubner.” You snapped your head to hers and walked over to her, looking outside to see a woman with red hair and black eyes walking closer to the building. A whole fleet of people followed her.

“That’s not Jenna anymore. Come on,” you guided her back to the middle of the room.

“That’s where all that black demon smoke went?” She asked.

“Looks like.”

“Alright, the shotgun shells are full of salt,” Victor said after finishing with the last gun.

“It’ll work, Victor.” You said, filling your shotgun with rock salt.

“Fighting off monsters with condiments,” Victor sighed while taking off his tie. “So. Turns out demons are real.”

“And ghosts, werewolves, vampires, changelings, evil clowns that kill people, shall I go on?” You asked and he shook his head.

“No, I got it.”

“If it makes you feel better, Bigfoot’s a hoax.” Dean jokes as he smiled.

“It doesn’t. How many demons?”

“Total? No clue. But it’s a lot.” You answered.

“You know what my job is?”

“You mean besides locking up the good guys? I have no idea.” Dean answered.

“My job is boring, it’s frustrating. You work three years for one break, and then maybe you can save... a few people. Maybe. That’s the payoff. I’ve been busting my ass for 15 years to nail a handful of guys and all this while, there’s something off in the corner so big. So, yeah… sign me up for that big, frosty mug of wasting my damn life.” Victor sighed.

“You didn’t know, Victor. And I would rather you not know. This life isn’t easy. I wish I never got in it and I wish that for Sam and Dean but… someone has to take care of the bad people, right?” You said, looking at the FBI Agent.

“Yeah… What’s out there? Can you guys beat it? Can you win?”

“Honestly? I think the world’s gonna end bloody. But it doesn’t mean we shouldn’t fight. We do have choices. I choose to go down swinging.” Dean said and you grinned at him, taking his hand with a squeeze.

“Plus you got nothing to go home to but your brother and your girl.”

“It’s all we need.” You said immediately.

“What about you? You rocking the white picket fence?” Dean asked.

“Mmm-mm. Empty apartment, string of angry ex-wives. I’m right where you are,” Victor chuckled.

“Imagine that.” Dean nodded. Suddenly there was a crash coming from one of the back rooms and you and the Winchesters were running to see what it was. You rushed into the room to see Phil with a broken salt line and Ruby standing inside the devil’s trap.

“How do we kill her?” Victor asked, pointing his rifle at her.

“We don’t,” Sam said, lowering Victor’s rifle.

“We could.” You sneered at her.

“Good to see you too, Y/N,” Ruby said, looking at Sam.

“She’s a demon,” Victor said in disbelief.

“She’s here to help,” Sam said, walking to her.

“We don’t know that.” You pointed out.

“Are you gonna let me out?” Ruby asked Sam and he bent down and scratched the edge of the trap with his knife which allowed her to be free

“And they say chivalry is dead. Does anyone have a breath mint? Some guts splattered in my mouth while I was killing my way in here.” Ruby asked while walking past everyone into the main office. You rolled your eyes and followed her with Dean and Victor behind you while Sam stayed and fixed the broken salt line.

“How many are out there?” Dean asked.

“30 at least. That’s so far.”

“Oh, good. 30. 30 hit men all gunning for us. Who sent them?” You asked. Ruby looked past you to Sam who stood by the door with a guilty look on his face.

“You didn’t tell them?” Ruby asked. You and Dean looked at each other, confused.

“Tell us what?” You asked.

“There’s a big new up and corner. Real pied piper.” Ruby answered for Sam.

“Who is it?” You wondered.

“Lilith. And she really, really wants yours and Sam’s intestines on a stick. Because she sees you both as competition.” Ruby smirked.

“You know about this?” Dean asked his brother, glaring at him. However, Sam didn’t answer. “Well, gee, Sam. Is there anything else we should know?!”

“How about the two of you talk about this later? We’ll need the Colt,” Ruby interrupted the brothers, looking at Sam who refused to meet her eye. She glanced at Dean and then you. “Where’s the Colt?”

“Stolen.” You put it bluntly.

“I’m sorry. I must have blood in my ear. I thought I just heard you say that you were stupid enough to let the Colt get grabbed out of your thick, clumsy, idiotic hands. Fantastic. This is just peachy…”

“Ruby…” Sam tried.

“Shut up,” she snapped. “Fine. Since I don’t see that there’s no other any option. There’s one other way I know how to get you out of here alive.”

“How?”

“I know a spell. It’ll vaporize every demon in a one-mile radius. Myself included. So, you let the Colt out of your sight and now I have to die. So next time, be more careful. How’s that for a dying wish?”

“Okay, what do we need to do?” Dean asked, eager to get rid of Ruby.

“Aww… you can’t do anything. This spell is very specific. It calls for a person of virtue.”

“I got virtue.” Dean shrugged.

“Nice try, you’re not a virgin.”

“Nobody here is a virgin.” Dean laughed. Ruby smirked and looked at Nancy who looked away. She was a virgin. You thought that was nice that she was saving herself.

“No. No way. You’re kidding me, r–. You’re…” Nancy cut him off.

“What? It’s a choice, okay?” Nancy snapped.

“Dean, I think it’s nice.” You came to her defense.

“So, this spell. What can I do?” Nancy asked with a smile, eager to help.

“You can hold still... while I cut your heart out of your chest,” Ruby said with a smile.

“What?” Nancy lost her smile.

“Are you fucking crazy?” You glared at the demon.

“I’m offering a solution.”

“You’re offering to kill somebody.” You glared at her.

“And what do you think’s gonna happen to this girl when the demons get in?” Ruby argued.

“We’re gonna protect her. That’s what.” Victor said.

“Very noble,” Ruby scoffed. “You’re all gonna die. Look. This is the only way.”

“Yeah, yeah. There’s no way that you’re gonna—” Dean was cut off by Nancy.

“Would everybody please shut up?!” Everyone looked at her with surprise. “All the people out there… will it save them?”

“It’ll blow the demons out of their bodies. So if their bodies are okay… yeah.” Ruby answered. Nancy stared at her for a while before answering.

“I’ll do it.” Immediately everyone started protesting.

“You don’t need to do this,” Dean said.

“All my friends are out there.”

“We don't sacrifice people. We do that, we’re no better than them.” Victor said.

“We don’t have a choice.” Ruby pressed on.

“Yeah, well, your choice is not a choice.” Dean glared at the demon. He looked at his brother for backup before looking at you.

“Yeah, I’m with Dean. Nancy, you’re not dying for everyone out there. That’s not what we do. We save people, not kill them.” You said but Sam was still silent.

“Sam?” Dean asked but Sam didn’t say a word. “What the hell is going on? Sam, tell her.”

“It’s my decision.” Nancy stood her ground.

“Damn straight, cherry pie,” Ruby smirked.

“Stop! Stop! Nobody kill any virgins. Sam, I need to talk to you.” Dean yelled, walking off with his brother.

“What the hell is wrong with you?” You glared at Ruby before following them.

“Please tell me you’re not actually considering this. We’re talking about holding down a girl and cutting out her heart.” Dean glared, looking at you when you walked in the room.

“And we’re also talking about 30 people out there, Dean. Innocent people who are all gonna die, along with everyone in here.” Sam argued.

“It doesn’t mean that we throw away the rule book and stop acting like humans. I’m not gonna let that demon kill some nice, sweet, innocent girl, who hasn’t even been laid. I mean, look, if that’s how you win wars, then I don’t want to win.” Dean said.

“Sam, he’s right. I can’t even believe you’re considering this.” You scoffed.

“Then what? What do we do?” Sam asked, waiting for an answer. You bit your lip and sighed, thinking of something crazy.

“I think I have an idea. I mean, it’s crazy and it might not be a good one but it beats killing Nancy.” You said and the brothers looked at you.

“Okay? What is it?” Sam asked.

“Open the doors and let them come in.” You nodded with a growing smile.

“Are you fucking crazy?” Dean asked you.

“You didn’t let me finish,” you stated before delving into your plan. You got them on board and Sam left to do his part. You and Dean walked to the main room to let everyone know what the plan was.

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