#i love nine he is so bbg

[lorienlegaciesfan]

Nine puts his hair up with some random vine or something in the rise of nine which in my world makes him a pretty princess.

[puppycak3s]

Been thinking, pondering even

Possible kinks for James (and shit he wouldn't be down for)

I love morally grey pathetic cat man. TW for somno

Aight aight let's tackle the big ones first.

HOMIE LIKES LEGS girl we been known. Stockings, thigh highs, or just nothing bbg he's on his knees instantly. Wrap your legs around his waist (or face, what who said that?!(・・;) def would love to just lay in ur lap while you pet his hair or just yannow be crushed between u thighs. Just touch him PLEASE.

Tie that mf up, just do it trust. Use anything. Anything where you take control and put him in his place, it does something to him like ahshsh! Surrendering control to you where you can think for him pls pls he needs it. Ride him too, make him look at you i feel like he's big on eyecontact. I feel like homie is a missionary man but girl that's not good for his back, give him some tlc cowpoke🫶

I feel like he'd be into somno too both ways. As long as there was a long convo about expectations and limits, then he couldn't help himself from rutting into you, whining bc he's so pent up he can't take it. And you better believe he would be on cloud nine if he woke up inside you are you kidding?!

Also this man is a chronic humper, your leg, the bed, the couch, everything he's so desperate for any friction. 100% cums hands free (preferably when he's giving you head, man is a munch) girlie you better be ready for some beard burn.

Slight, slight slight breeding kink, not the whole real pregnancy part until he gets major therapy but girlie if you either can't get pregnant or are on something that prevents pregnancy, dear lord beg him to cum in you, do some nasty fucking dirty talk about how you want him to fill you up, wrap your legs around him and he is gone. Homie begs for sure but if you beg HIM? Lord help him

Also girl just USE him he needs it. Use any part of him to get yourself off that is all he wants, but for the love of god praise him, he NEEDS it🫶

Now for shit i don't think he'd be into

Any type of physical harm against you, he would be so down for you to use him however but i don't think he could even spank you without feeling so guilty.

Any breath play against you, girl if you know you know. I'm not gonna elaborate.

Also a side note but I wanted to add it bc the worms in my brain demand it. I feel like when he get's close he's the type to just keep repeating himself. Like "Pleasepleasepleaseplease" all whiney and shit, he's just a whiney mess i luv him sm🫶

[mypearlsareclutched]

You're Just Another One of my Problems

High By The Beach | Chapter Nine

Modern!Aegon II x Original Female Character, Modern!Aemond x Original Female Character

Viserys Targaryen is dead. His death brings unlikely people together, and drives others apart. Mila is unsure about her place amongst the Targaryen clan, her feelings are complicated. Does she stick by brother she fell for first, or the one she fell for harder?

RIP Vizzy T you're serving Targaryen realness in the afterlife (and grooming minors too, probs). I kept going ham with this chapter and it ended up being 8k words so I split it up and now it's 5k and the next one is going to be 5k+ so y'all will be eating good bbgs x

Song inspiration | High By The Beach, Lana Del Rey

CW//TW: Family death, funerals, reunited at last, Targaryen daddy issues, major angst, captain love triangles, Aemond's 'I can fix this' ass, toxicity, mourning, also Morning the dragon but she's a chihuahua, canon character death, colourful language, Daemon, Otto, no-one is happy.

Word count | 5.1k

previous chapter // next chapter

Mila decides to travel with Aemond and Aegon back to King's Landing for Viserys' funeral.

After Aemond went to bed the night of the Targaryen patriarchs death, Mila sought out Aegon. She found him sitting on the floor of their shared bedroom, looking lost. Unsure of... everything, she simply joined his side, letting him rest his head against hers as they sat in silence.

Aegon was unsure of leaving the beach house. The morning after thr news of Viserys' assing, as Aemond threw various items into his SUV and waited outside for the other two to join him, Aegon stood outside, watching the waves with a blank expression. Mila watches him from the kitchen window, a crease forming between her brows.

Joining his side, she comforts him as she too peers at the ocean beyond. "We'll come back."

"You promise?" Aegon asks, voice uncharacteristically quiet and somber.

"I promise." 

He brushes the back of his hand against hers, the feeling of his soft skin comforting both of them. They share a look, words spoken silently before they turn and head off to join Aemond.

Opting to leave Aegon's battered and ancient car, the three pile into Aemond's car. The long, two day drive was painfully silent, no Cocteau Twins playing, no idle conversation, no Aegon swearing at passing drivers. Aegon slept in the back seat, Aemond taking Mila's hand into his own as he drove wordlessly. 

When they arrived back in Kings Landing, Mila felt an overwhelming feeling of dread. Like she wasn't supposed to be here, like she left herself back in Old Town. Aegon had paled during the drive, his smile vanished and his eyes haunted, and Mila knew he felt the same.

Aemond took a call from Otto, nodding along with his grandfather as he told him the plans for the funeral. He and Aegon were expected at the Targaryen estate, to prepare for the formalities. Aemond sighs as he ends the call, absentmindedly holding Mila's hands in his own as he looked out at the city scape. 

"I'm going to head to my brothers." Mila says, looking down at their enclasped hands, "I need to talk to him. I've been AWOL since Weirwood and we haven't spoken."

Aemond regards her silently, nodding. He pokes his tongue into his cheek, choosing his words wisely.

"Alright." He finally says, though his hand remains clutching hers, "The funeral is the day after tomorrow. Do you want me to pick you up from Cregan's?"

"Probably not a good idea to show your face there." Mila muses softly, pressing her lips together as she remembers Cregan's rage at Aemond for his actions that led to her overdose. Cringing almost noticeably, Aemond nods. "I'll be at the house at seven."

"I'll see you then." He leans down to press a kiss to her temple, his lips lingering. Mila presses her eyes closed, pulling back. Aemond's eyes flicker with disappointment, but Mila pretends not to notice as she takes a step back.

"See you then." 

She turns and looks to Aegon, who stares straight ahead, trying to not look at the interaction between his brother and the woman he loves. He pulls out his battered back of cigarettes, lighting one up and taking a drag. His eyes never meet hers. With an internal sigh, Mila leaves them both.

Knocking on Cregan's door, she braced herself for whatever kind of explosion that would be waiting for her.

The front door opens, and a familiar yet unexpected face greet s her. Rhaena gasps, flinching like a phantom was standing on the doorstep.

"Mila? Mila!" She exclaims, jumping and wrapping her arms around her, "Oh my fucking gods I can't believe you're here! You're okay! Oh my gods, Mila!"

"Mila?!" Cregan's voice yells from inside the flat, and his heavy footsteps echo down the hallway. Rhaena barely lets go of her friend before Mila is snatched up by her brother. His immense height and strength means he grabs her like she weighed nothing, pulling her off her feet and crushing her to his chest.

Mila laugh breathlessly, pressing her cheek to her brothers chest, the beating of his erratic heart could be heard through the old, white t-shirt he wore.

Cregan lets go of her, putting his hands on her shoulders to look down at her with wide eyes, "Where the fuck were you? Oh my gods, Mila, I was so fucking worried!"

"I called you." She tries to explain, placing her hands on his own.

"I broke his phone." Rhaena sighs guiltily, "I bought him a new one! But you... don't have his new number." She looks between them, looking crestfallen at the notion that she was the reason Cregan did not receive any of Mila's calls.

"Don't beat yourself up, sweetheart." Mila chuckles, taking Rhaena's hand in her own, "Next time I'll send a raven."

A huffed laugh escapes Cregan's lips, as he runs his hand over his face. Mila's mind finally kicks into gear, and she looks between her friend and her brother with furrowed eyebrows.

"Why are you here?" She asks the pale haired woman. Rhaena's eyes widen, and she gives her a shy smile. Cregan crosses his arms as he leans against the apartment door, nudging Rhaena to explain. Yet she remains silent, pressing her lips together as she nudges him back for him to explain to his sister.

"You two...?" Mila looks between them, "No fucking way, are you back together?!"

Rhaena blushes, smiling up at Cregan, "Kind of...?"

"Gods if I had known disappearing would bring you two back together I would have done it ages ago!"

"Not funny. Ridiculously unfunny" Cregan sighs, flicking her nose, his expression turning grim once again, "Why did you leave the clinic?"

Mila bites her lip, face darkening as she looks around the empty corridor where they linger, "Can we talk inside?"

"Oh my gods, of course!" Rhaena grabs her wrist, pulling her into the flat, "Come in, come in!" Momentarily forgetting about the owner of the flat, she shuts the door on Cregan's face as he stands outside.

"My apartment." Cregan grumbles with a sigh, though his voice is soft with affection for the Targaryen girl. He opens the door again, glaring half-heartedly at Rhaena's back as she drags Mila towards the kitchen. Cregan's apartment, bought with his giant footballer's paycheck, is completely open plan. The centre of the flat is the living room, with a conversation pit in the middle. The kitchen curves around one side, with the bedroom on the other side, an ensuite bathroom attached. Mila tries to not notice various items of Rhaena's clothes scattered across the floor.

"Tea? Tea." Rhaena drops Mila's wrist to flit around the kitchen, turning on the kettle and grabbing mugs as quick as a whippet.

"Rhaena, please, you're giving me whiplash." Cregan groans, wrapping an arm around her waist to halt her erratic movements and putting her down in the middle of the kitchen.

"Sorry, sorry." She laughs, running a hand over her locks. Her eyes follow Cregan's slower movements, her blush deepening.

"Great, I'm nineteen again." Mila groans, and Rhaena averts her eyes.

"Speaking of being nineteen again." Cregan grumbles as he leans against the counter next to the boiling kettle, raising an eyebrow at his sister, "Where did you go? I thought your vanishing into thin air days were over?"

"They are." Mila sighs, sitting at the kitchen table with her head in her hands, "It's... well, it's a long story."

"Start at the beginning."

"It's the best place to start." Mila murmurs, accepting a cup of steaming tea from her brother, "So... I sort of freakout out and spiralled at the clinic-"

"Why?" Rhaena asks conversationally.

Because I almost kissed my ex-boyfriends older brother. "I started overthinking everything with Aemond, about what he said and how I felt like a disappointment for relapsing. I just... needed to escape."

Rhaena nods, her eyes sympathetic. Beside her, Cregan busies himself with stirring his tea, his jaw clenched as he listened to her tell her story.

"So I left. I hitchhiked back to Kings Landing, went to Alysanne Martells and joined the old gang at Madame Sylvie's. I got drunk and high and stupid. But it was all ok until I got into some trouble. With Jason Lannister..."

"I heard something happened with him." Cregan nods, "His brother Tyland snatched him up after he had a weird meltdown about the Targaryens, no-one's seen him since. What happened, Mila?"

"It doesn't matter now."

"Did he try to hurt you?" Cregan asks, his voice low and dangerous.

Cregan knew about what Jason was like a few years ago. He was notorious for dealing drugs to famous folk, and for taking advantage of women who were in dire need of a hit. Mila had fallen victim of him a few times when she was a teenager, and Jason gained a few broken bones from Cregan's rage subsequently. But Jason never learned, and Mila could tell Cregan was worried about what he did that night.

"Aegon saved me." Mila states simply, "That's all that matters."

"Is it true he broke Jason's nose?" Rhaena asks, eyes wide, "Floris said she saw him and it was all bent outta shape like a tree root."

"Sounds accurate." Mila chuckles, shaking her head.

Cregan watches Mila, his face pensive as he thinks about what she's said.

"So where did you go with Aegon? It can't have been anywhere in King's Landing, I looked everywhere."

"Everywhere?"

"Everywhere."

"He took me to Old Town. His families beach house." A small , "I got better. Mentally, emotionally. Started to feel normal again. Like I wasn't some... freak let down."

"it's hard to feel like you've hit rock bottom when you're standing next to Aegon Targaryen." Rhaena muses. "Nothing against my cousin... well, everything against my cousin. He's a lost cause."

"No he's not." Mila said assuredly, finding herself quick to defend him, "He's doing much better. I wouldn't be here if it wasn't for him"

"So, a few weeks at the beach, you're better and you're besties with Aegon 'the Mattress' Targaryen?" Cregan chuckles mirthlessly, suspecting there is more to the story than she let on.

"You sure you didn't get high by the beach?" Rhaena asks, chuckling at her own joke.

"What's funny."

Mila jumps as someone else groans, looking around to spot the .

"Jace?" She laughs, spotting a head of fluffy dark hair popping up from the conversation pit. He looks around blearily, blinking at her. He waves slightly, before clutching his head and falling back onto the red couches.

"What was the joke?" He calls out.

"High By The Beach, by Lana Del Rey?" Rhaena laughs, before her face falls and she looks at Cregan, "How long has he been here?"

"...I have absolutely no idea." Cregan groans, walking over to the pit, "Jace, get the fuck out of my flat." He grabs a couch cushion and smacks Jace with it.

Mila stayed at Cregan's that night. The urge to go back to her own apartment never came, and the thought of being alone made her feel stomach twist into knots. Not after spending weeks with Aegon always at her side...

Ignoring her insistence that she could sleep in the conversation pit (once Rhaena had dragged Jace out of the flat by the scruff of his neck), Cregan had further insisted that she sleep in his bed. Before the conversation was over, Cregan had sprawled all six foot four inches of himself across the red cushions of the retro pit and conked out, leaving Mila to unceremoniously collapse onto his fur covered bed.

Rhaena had come back the next morning with a spare black outfit for Mila to wear to the funeral, something that she was immensely grateful for. She and Baela had turned up bright and early, rising before the sun.

They turned up with their dogs, Moondancer and Morning, at their heels. Moondancer, a dalmation with the prettiest, most judgmental eyes, had greeted Mila with a nudge of her head and a few barks that sounded way too reprimanding. While Morning, a baby chihuahua, had crawled onto Cregan's sleeping form in the pit and fallen asleep on his shoulder.

Baela stares at Mila with wide eyes after she confesses everything that happened. Since Viserys' birthday a month ago, to his funeral tonight. Including all the gory details of drugs, the beach house in Old Town, big Tesco and fucking both the Targaryen brothers. A detail she would have preferred not to hear about her two cousins.

"Gods wept, Mila, this is bad." She groans, holding a chipped mug in a well manicured hand.

"Thanks! I'll be sleeping on the highway tonight." Mila sighs.

"You need to talk to Aegon."

"You think?" The Stark says sarcastically, pouring more expensive coffee into her and Baela's mugs.

"Yeah." Baela smiles, patiently ignoring the other woman's sass, "I'm not the biggest fan of my cousin, but from what you've said, he's changing. Or at least trying to. And that's more than I've ever seen of him. He must know you're special."

"Stop it bae." Mila sighs as she puts the mugs down, running a hand over her face. Baela stands up from the table, walking around Mila to wrap her arms around her from behind, resting her head on her shoulder. Mila sighs into her, resting her temple against the other woman's head.

"It'll be okay, Mimi."

"Y'all have the worst nicknames for me." Mila laughs.

"That's because we love you."

"Love you too, Baebae."

"Ugh." Baela groans, nipping Mila's shoulder, "Ready to go?"

"As I'll ever be." Mila sighs as she follows her friend towards the front door.

As they slipped on their heels and finished their appropriately somber makeup, Rhaena sat next to Cregan and kissed his nose.

"Can the dogs stay here during the funeral?" She asks him softly, though he was barely awake.

"Sure." He grumbles, glaring at Morning on his shoulder. Rhaena beams and kisses him lightly on the lips, joining her sister and Mila at the door as Moondancer replaces her on the bed, sneezing over Cregan.

The last thing they heard from the flat was Cregan's murmured "fucks sake..." as the dogs got comfortable on his bed.

Once they got to street level, Mila was already feeling anxious about the day ahead. Emotions would come to surface at the sure to be extravagant funeral for the head of the Targaryen dynasty, and the Stark did not know if she was ready for that yet. Baela held her hand as they headed towards their car,

Laena Targaryen, her married name remained due to the recentness of her divorce, was leaning against the sleek black car. She smiled warmly at the three as they appeared, kissing Mila's forehead quickly before they all climbed into the car.

At the Targaryen estate, Mila finds her movements are slow and sluggish as she gets out the car, her body and soul unwilling to face the Targaryen's now, in their state of

"You're not coming in, mum?" Baela asks her mother, fluffing out her hair as she sneers at the building ahead.

"If I have to see your father, he'll be spooning his brother in his grave before the day is up." Laena smiles from inside the car, kissing Baela's forehead as she leans in.

"If you need anything, please let me know. Baela and Rhaena really love you, so I have no choice but to love you too. You have my number, anything happens, you call me."

"Thank you, Laena." Mila smiles.

"Say 'hi' to Rhaenyra for me." She says finally, before sliding back into the car. Ah, yes, another one of the Realm's Delights many ex's, Mila thought to herself with a chuckle. No wonder Daemon and Laena's relationship ended badly, he probably could never compare.

"Ew, mom." Baela blanches, rolling her eyes at the retreating car. The two Dragon Sisters begin walking towards the estate, heels clicking against the cobblestone. Up ahead, more and more cars unloaded black-clad mourners, surrounding the already darkened Targaryen mansion with a sea of night.

Mila tries to bite back the dread inside her as she joins her friends' sides.

Spotting Rhaenyra and her children greeting mourners across the courtyard, the group head her way. Jace's face brightens immediately, a wild grin on his face as he practically sprints over.

"Finally! Gods this is already such a drag, I'm so glad you guys are here." He grins, grabbing Mila's hand.

"That's so inappropriate, Jace." Baela smacks the back of his head, "Your grandfather is dead, dumbass, act sad."

"I've been acting sad all morning." Jace rolls his eyes, throwing his arm over Mila's shoulder, jostling her, "My favourite Stark is back."

"You saw me last night, moron." Mila says affectionately, "And I won't tell my brother you said that."

"No, go ahead." Jace wiggles his eyebrows, "He shags better when he's mad."

"Gross. His girlfriend is right here."

"His mistress, you mean." Jace sticks his tongue out at Rhaena, who elbows him with a roll of his eye. He and Baela begin bickering, while Rhaena

Rhaenyra smiles sadly at Mila approaches, reaching out and taking her hands in her own.

"How are you feeling?" Nyra asks.

"I should be asking you that." Mila sighs, noting the aura of sadness around Rhaenyra. She was always her father's favourite, knowing him during his peak, when he was a formidable philanthropist and model father. Doting, proud, everything a father should be. Everything his other children never got.

At a time, Viserys Targaryen was known as a family man. Husband to a beautiful wife, father to the perfect daughter. Then his wife died in childbirth, their second child never once opening his eyes, and Otto Hightower got his claws into Viserys. Married a young, beautiful woman, had four more children, continued on with life. But Viserys Targaryen was bitter until he died, crippled and as cancerous as the disease that took him.

"I am... well, I will be alright." Rhaenyra sighs, looking over at the rest of the funeral goers.

The main door opens, and Aemond strides out. Despite herself, Mila's breath catches in her throat. He's dressed in a full black suit, perfectly tailored and hugging his lithe frame. A green tie clip, as well. Of course he would get a new, expensive suit for his father's funeral. If Mila didn't know any better, she would say he straightened his hair. It falls perfectly around him like a blanket of bright gold, his skin pale and flawless.

It's a shame he's so beautiful, it would be easier for Mila to hate him if her heart didn't flutter whenever she saw him

His lone eye lands on her, pale blue iris and dark pupil scanning over her. With a nod, Aemond extends his hand out. Even across the courtyard, with a hundred people between them, he watches only her.

Rhaenyra's hand grips Mila's harder, her eyes hardening as she looks at her half-brother.

"I should go over to him." Mila sighs, nodding her head resolutely. Giving her a cautious look, Rhaenyra keeps her hand in hers, giving her a reason to stay by her side.

"You don't have to." The older woman says softly.

"I do." The Stark replies, squeezing Rhaenyra's hand and kissing her cheek, before leaving her.

A hundred people milling about in waves of black might as well not be there, as Mila walks through like towards Aemond Targaryen. His hand remains out, palm up as he offers it for her to take. And as she meets him at the bottom of the steps, she does. Instinct wins again.

"Come on, the rest of my family is already inside." Aemond says, squeezing her hand as he turns and leads her inside the mansion.

There are less people inside. Mila recognises a few, like Borros Baratheon and Jason Lannister, and members of Viserys' advisory board like Jasper Wylde and a man named Orwylle. All of them offer murmured condolences to Aemond, eyebrows raised in intrigue as they lay eyes on the She Wolf beside him.

It's hard not to feel like a spectacle, Mila notes as she lets Aemond lead her towards the parlour.

The rest of the Targaryen's mill about. Alicent is recognisable despite her veil as she stands beside her father. She lets out a gasp as she sees Mila, rushing over to her to grab her into a tight hug.

"Sweet girl, you're alright...."

"I am." Mila squeezes the Targaryen matriarch back, before holding her at arms length to give her a somber look, "I'm so sorry, Alicent."

The older woman nods, face barely vible under her veil. Over her shoulder, Otto Hightower watches Mila like a hawk. Almost like he was summoned, Aemond returns to Mila's side, taking her hand again. As if to prove a point to his grandfather.

As gently as she could, Mila gently lets go of Aemond's hand, moving over to the other Targaryen siblings. Daeron brightens as he sees her, immediately rushing over and crushing her into a hug. Mila smiles as she smooths her hands over his back, feeling him sniff as he lays his head against her shoulder.

"How are you feeling, Dare?" She asks softly, leaning back to look at him as she holds his elbows. He sniffs again, looking around with glassy eyes.

"I don't know, Mila. Me and dad weren't close or anything, but... he was still my dad, y'know?" 

"I know, sweetie. I'm so sorry." Daeron holds her hands, squeezing them gratefully before he leaves room for Halaena to join their side.

"Hey Hel-" Mila starts, before she is cut off by Halaena hugging her. The second daughter of Viserys was never one for physical contact, even with her family, so Mila carefully wrapped her arms around the other woman, hand cupping the back of her head as Halaena sank into her, "It's okay, lovely."

"Missed you." Halaena murmurs, voice muffled by Mila's coat.

"Missed you too, bug." 

Mila keeps her arm around her as they seperate. Helaena leans into her, cheek against her covered shoulder as she stares out into the distance. The Stark's hand holds the Targaryen up, sensing her mind is elsewhere in this moment.

Across the room, another pair of blue eyes watches Mila closely. She tries not to make it obvious when she looks over at Aegon, who sits sprawled out on one of the sofas. He seems calm at first glance, and perhaps his anguish would only be noticed by those closest to him. Mila looks at him for a long moment, watching his somber face and twitchy eyes.

She wants nothing more than to go over to him. To sit at his side, hold him to her like she did in Old Town. To press a kiss to every inch of his skin until he felt right again. But under the watchful eye of Aemond and Otto Hightower, she couldn't.

Someone clears their throat, and all eyes turn to Criston Cole as he stands in the doorway, looking ever the dutiful servant as he stands with his hands crossed in front of him. He nods to Otto, a grim look on his face.

"It's time."

Finally, after many years of illness and waiting, Viserys Targaryen is laid to rest. Inside a black coffin, he is lowered into the ground in the family lot, his ancestors surrounding him.

Mila stands at Aemond's side as the septon delivers a eulogy, harmonised by rolling thunder above. Small drops of rainfall around them. Though looking around the mourners, the drops of rain would be the only water falling down their faces.

Aemond watches with a stoic face, his eyepatch dripping, seeing eye dry. He stares at the descending coffin with disdain, with relief. His hand cradles Mila's waist, holding her close to him as the rain slowly drenches them both. Whether he holds her for comfort, for warmth, or for possession, she does not know.

Alicent is pale beneath her veil, brow furrowed as if she is confused about how she should feel. Her eyes keep flicking to her father, who barely spares the coffin a glance as he continuously looks at those around him. Aegon, Helaena, Aemond, Daeron, Rhaenyra, Daemon, Mila. All of them are merely here to be observed.

Helaena stands between Baela and Rhaena, the Dragon Sister's forming a protective barrier for their favoured cousin. Daeron stands with Jace and Luke, near Rhaenyra. The only child of Viserys who cries over his grave.

Daemon stands away from the large group, simply watching his brother being lowered into the ground from across the way. His arms are crossed, in a show of boredom, that Mila can only read as protectiveness. A younger sibling watching his elder leave this world forever.

As Mila looks around at those witnessing Viserys' burial, her eyes finally travel to Aegon.

His eyes were already on her.

Her breath hitches when she catches him watching her. The soft blue of his eyes is perfectly visible to her, a soothing colour reminding her of the waves on the shore of Old Town.

Eyes moving down to rest on Aemond's protective grip on her, his gaze hardens. His eyebrows furrow, his face pales.

Mila shakes her head, trying wordlessly to tell him everything is okay. To tell him that nothing has changed. That it should be his side she stands at right now, his hand she holds as they bury his father.

Aegon mouths something to her, and Mila's heart flutters.

"I love you."

AN// Apology video with tears coming tomorrow after I post the next chapter... Thank you guys again for all of your likes and comments and reblogs y'all r crazy like me and I love you all <<33

Lula x

[moonstruckme]

Gingerbread with Spencer Reid + sad fem! reader?

Your fics are always so lovely! Congrats on 8k!! ❤️

Thank you angel <3

we know Spencer not only has a deep understanding of brain chemicals but also gets what it's like to be really upset (our bbg has some trauma) so to start out with of course he's going to be really empathetic

and yet! he doesn't really trust his own ability to give comfort and might miss the mark a bit at first

I think his first response would be to try and figure out what's making you sad so that he can try and fix it, and if you either don't want to tell him or are unresponsive to the solutions he's coming up with it might still take him a sec to reset and try something else

if you communicate clearly with him what you need, he's going to be so grateful and just be that for you all the way. whatever it is he'll excel at it

if you want cuddles, he knows all the nervous system's hacks to help you calm down while giving them to you

if you want to talk it out, his earnest candor is great for making you feel not only heard and understood but also really validated in your upset

you would have to be careful what you tell him you want though, because nine times out of ten he's going to trust you and take it at face value, so if you say you just want to be alone and then expect him to continually check in on you you're probably going to be disappointed

all the while poor Spencer is sort of stressed because he doesn't feel like he's any good at making you feel better, but in reality he's just so earnest and wholehearted in his caring it's all you need <3

[spiriiitt]

the nations bbg (ignore the fact garroths head is misisng i'm redoing it entirely bc fixing just the face wasn't enough lol, the issue was the entire head. The sketch looked fine but the lineart.. uhm.) anyways, my tablet is sooo much more saturated than my laptop and my laptop has terrible contrast so my phone is literally my only good reference for how my colours look, so i'm gonna have to edit the colours and contrast on this to the nines once i'm finished bc otherwise it just looks dull and boring lol

anyways, i love him and he's kind of suffering in this very moment but that's okay he's a man that's their god-given right.

[louisisalarrie]

Hi! I am bbg anon from yesterday (the fairly new one). I had read on one of the other blogs that ppl in the fandom are assuming that harry's next stunt might be with a man. It may be possible because he had been through a lot of queerbaiting allegations and HS4's response (any more might dampen his reputation) might have to do with how they want to navigate it further. I never thought that H and L would come out separately. But I had read that a lot of veteran larries thought they were seedings of a CO of H in 2015. Ending bbg is an indication of Louis being gay and Larry being real (indirectly within the fandom and outside as well if anyone has their suspicion). I think what they can do when bbg ends is to show that Harry and Louis aren't together anymore (that's the least they can do) because there's no way in hell bbg ending won't create a Larry buzz. And Harry has already been accused of queerbaiting. I think if Harry is to stunt with a man, it's a good time to end babygate. Because Harry is dating someone else now. In the present moment. And Louis had a kid for almost nine years. He must be het. And then Louis must dip for another year and come back with LT3. Maybe stunt with another woman while Harry is out with a man? I think showcasing that they have broken up is a good barter for ending babygate. It will also help Harry in his queerbaiting allegations? What do you think?Harries might be supportive if it's not Louis he's in a relationship with. Solo louies will also be sympathetic towards Louis and accept the fact that he had been cheated on with the fact that he's a father and that Louis isn't with Harry at least. Us, Larries, on the other hand will know as we always do 🤪

Hey anon! Lovely to hear from you.

Yep, I think you’re on the right track here. And again, I can’t shut my damn mouth/stop my damn brain ever so this is now an official welcome to the show!

In short, bbg was the perfect stunt so Harry could come out and Louis 100% couldn’t be tied to him, because he was a dad. It separated their relationship from the public and when you think about the time this was all happening and their team, this was the best way to solidify the end of larry, while allowing Harry to be free. How could Louis be gay if he has a kid and is fucking every little blonde thing at a club? He can’t possibly be gay, and could never possibly be with Harry, so that was the plan. It was pretty foolproof, to the public and antis at least, until it all fell apart.

Now, we’re looking at a switch in stunts. Harry comes out, and yes, if he has to stunt with a man, so be it. It’s no different than stunting with a woman, but it is an acknowledgment of his sexuality and that’s an important step forward. As I’ve said before, this is a shitty long process and it’s not gonna be easy, but if we survived bbg, we can survive anything.

So, Harry comes out with a boyfriend in the ramp up of HS4. Explains some of the love songs, right? Removes queerbaiting allegations, which you’re right, is now tarnishing his brand, and solidifies an undisclosed sexuality that’s certainly not straight. If he is seen as bisexual/not straight but still likes the gals, he still has huge market appeal and it’s not gonna lose the amount of followers he’d lose if he came out as gay. What is his sexuality? I couldn’t tell ya. But he’s not straight, that’s for sure.

Anyway, maybe this will be the best way to visualise it and theorise:

1. Louis finishes tour, has a couple of festivals, and stays far away from Harry before taking a break/writing. Opposite sides of the world.

2. Harry comes out with a boyfriend in some pap pics in the lead up to HS4, just holding hands or something. No snogging or anything, just small caresses that pick up the public’s interest. It can be a very lowkey coming out to begin with, and still while he’s flapping about kinda quietly like right now and not 100% in the public eye yet. Think of it as… a soft launch to test it with the fans.

3. After some more little soft launches of his new relationship (Insta story perhaps), Harry and boy start ramping up the PR by making more appearances and hanging out with some other super high profile celebs (this boy will not be high profile, and perhaps an influencer or something instead. They won’t be getting another proper fandom involved. That would be bad news bears).

4. Harry makes some “thank you for accepting me” style tweet, and posts an image that’s just plain colour or something, that will allude to HS4.

5. Harry drops HS4, and is active on social media more so than usual. Connecting with fans, listening parties, etc.

6. After the initial HS4 hype drops a bit, seeding starts that Louis and baby mama are having fights over F, and the timing is VERY important here between larry btw. But a possible good reason would be that now louis is done with tour, he wants to spend more time with F, B is like “nooooo u left him for so long you can’t have more custody than what you have rn” and then that ends up in court and paternity test etc. bc she’s being super shady. Also keeps his name relevant while being off tour.

7. Harry carries on with fan interaction and projects, some more pap walks with boy and perhaps something more intimate.

8. It’s further seeded by “insiders” and then confirmed by Louis’ team that he’s not the dad/he’s having personal issues right now/pls respect his privacy bc he going through some SHIT

9. H and boy are going well, he’s booked in a tour, and Louis disappears completely from public eye/social media.

10. Louis reappears months later, on the other side of the world to Harry bc he’s on tour, and says that he’s not the dad, he’s gonna still love F like he’s his own kid, and that he’s gonna just focus on writing and spend some time with his family.

Boom. 10 steps to happiness. Now, granted that the above all goes well, it seems like the perfect plan. It ends bbg, allows Harry to come out, makes the public sympathise with Louis and gives him the “good guy” award while also upholding his hettiness, and keeps larry rumours super far away.

After that happens (which could probaaaaaably take about… 6 months? If it’s done correctly? Lol) the next step is larry reconciliation, which would probably take another 4-6 months to get them fully comfy, and then it’s a decision on whether they get to come out before, during, or after a 1d reunion. Which is a whole other bucket of fish.

Alas, 10 steps, which if done right, minimise harm to both Harry and Louis immensely. This is a foolproof plan that yes, willl lose them some followers, but can be handled correctly by the right team.

So, fingers crossed that the game will begin soon!

[g0ttal0ve101]

Willow’s Birthday

Note: Happy birthday bbg!!@billys-bbg owns Willow but I am. the co-ceo of willomike. Willomike Nation STAND UP FOR THIS!! no tw! :3

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October 15th, 1976.

12:25 PM.

Fredbear’s Family Diner.

Willow could remember the first time she went to Fredbear’s Family Diner. It was for her fifth birthday in mid-October, in which her father had brought her and her older brother as a cheap birthday gift. It was cold outside, leaves littering the ground everywhere one looked, but inside the establishment felt like the warmest place on Earth. Bright colors flickering and shining down upon the children playing, the smell of fried food, and gentle music ringing throughout the speakers. Willow was in love the moment she stepped inside. She wanted to run around with all the other children, visit Fredbear and Bonbun, and eat some food that would warm her stomach. Her father, however, had other ideas.

“Sit in this booth until I come back.” He demanded his two children, ages nine and eleven. Taking off his heavy jacket and laying it across the table with his keys, he went off to presumably get some pizza.

Willow bobbed her head back and forth in excitement. Her white hair was tangled and strewed across her face as a result of having no one teach her how to brush it, humming carelessly while looking around. Her older brother, Lucas, resented that about her. How could she be so carefree despite how their father treated her? It was like all those gestures flew over her head. Stupid, she must be.

“I’m going to see Fredbear.” Lucas proclaimed and got up from the booth, his nose stuck up in the air as if he were talking to some sort of peasant. “If you tell on me, I’ll beat you up, got it?”

The little girl blinked a few times in awe before nodding frantically. She didn’t want to get beat up by her brother again. He was easy on her since she was a girl, but that didn’t mean it didn’t hurt. Her father always defended him by saying that boys like to play rough and she needed to toughen up. She just turned nine, though. That was a bit too early to toughen up.

So there she sat in an empty booth alone on her birthday. Her crystal blue eyes locked onto the groups of children skipping across the diner’s floor while holding cool prizes and candies from the gift shop, some wearing a birthday hat to show off that today was their day. Willow touched the top of her head with a frown. She wished she could have a pretty hat like that. Maybe then she’d get more attention from her father.

“Ahem.”

Willow flattened out her dress - which happened to be her favorite - and turned back to the table. She hadn’t noticed the little boy standing beside her until he tapped her shoulder harshly. She gasped at the sudden touch.

“Ahem!” He huffed again, putting his hands on his hips sassily. His sapphire irises burned holes into her skull as his frizzy brunette hair dusted his nose, scrapes and bruises decorated across his face. As he opened his mouth to speak, Willow noticed tons of his baby teeth were missing, leaving him with a crooked smile. “Why does your hair look like that?”

Heat arose to her cheeks creating a rosy hue against her skin. She disliked her hair greatly. It reminded her of how different she was compared to the rest of her family. Hearing this pointed out again, she wanted to crawl into a hole and never come back. The boy continued to scowl at her until she answered.

“I…” Willow murmured nervously, fiddling with the bow on her light blue dress. The little boy watched her fingers wiggle around. “I got it from my mama.”

Mama. Something in his eyes changed when hearing that phrase muttered out. His eyebrows loosened up and his eyes became softer, in which Willow had no idea as to why. For some reason, he blushed a tad bit and turned away.

“Can I touch it?” He asked, curious to what white hair felt like. It was a silly thing to ask but Willow took it very seriously.

She hesitated before scooting closer to the boy, scanning the area for Lucas or her father. “Daddy says I’m not supposed to talk to strangers, but…yeah, sure.”

His hand reached for her hair, revealing the bandages wrapped around almost every finger. Willow wondered if he was like his brother and played rough. Or maybe he was like herself and got beat up a lot. She hoped it wasn’t the ladder. Gently, he stroked her head and touched her soft hair, almost mesmerized by its texture. Willow thought it was cute.

“I like it.” He declared after a while, giving her that cheeky smile again. “Wanna play pirates together?”

Willow almost jumped out of her skin. She had never gotten an invitation from someone to play. She was so ecstatic that she nearly forgot the task at hand - She had to stay at the booth until her father came back. Her smile dropped from the realization.

“Daddy said I have to stay here until he comes back.” She sighed, averting her gaze from the boy now that she had little hope that she’d be able to play. “I don’t wanna make him mad.”

He knew how that felt all too well. Fixing the eyepatch on his eye and letting out a little whine, he turned to see where his other friends were located. As he would’ve guessed, they were still searching for him in the play area. Pirate hide-and-seek was his favorite game, even when he got yelled at for hiding underneath people’s tables and bothering them. That sparked an idea in his head.

Getting on his knees, he lifted the table cloth and his underneath the table, snickering to himself. Willow’s shoes had flowers on them. He touched one to see what it felt like.

“Hey, what’re you doing?”

“Hiding. The other pirates are looking for me. Don’t tell them I’m here!” His little voice whispered as he used his imagination to picture hiding in a princess’s domain. None of his scallywag friends would be able to find him here. He was too sly for their tricks.

Willow giggled. He was most definitely cute. “What’s your name?”

“I’m Captain Death!” He snickered, pulling his fake sword out from the plastic sheath strapped around his waist. Even if it was made out of cheap plastic, he thought it was the coolest thing in the world. “I kill tons of things. Pirates, sharks, even mermaids for their gems! Mhm, I’m the coolest pirate ever. No one can ever beat me.”

“What’s your real name?” She huffed playfully, folding her arms against her chest.

Knowing the gig was up, he rolled his eyes and dragged out his lame name. “…Michael Afton.”

Before she could respond, the conversation was interrupted by her father coming back and dropping some drinks on the table. He had a crazed glint of rage in his eye that Willow could only hope didn’t get released onto her. Seeing she was the only one there, however, it was more than likely her time.

“Where did your brother go? Didn’t I tell you to stay here until I got back?” He snapped. Willow shrugged and scooted away, hoping that he would let it go. Instead, he kept bitching. “Fuck. Go find him and make sure he’s okay. I’m gonna talk to my friend.” He grabbed a drink and stormed off, presumably pursuing another lady to bring home. Willow hated it when he did that. Adults were gross.

Jumping from the shadows, Michael stuck his sword in the air and let out an adorable battle cry. Willow was confused as to why he did this before seeing another child in a pirate costume ready to attack. She jumped off the cushioned seat and watched the two fight with plastic swords, believing it was the most epic battle she’d ever seen. Meanwhile, everyone else thought it was quite pathetic and noisy.

“You won’t take my gems this time, germ!” Michael tried to slice him with the sword, only for it to be blocked by the other blade.

The blonde child cried, “My name isn’t germ! It’s Jeremy!” Before poking at his belly with the tip of his sword. Michael groaned and fell on his bum, pretending to have gotten wounded.

“NOOOO! YOU WON’T TAKE MY GEMS, NEVERRRR!” He wailed, hiding the small bag full of Fredbear tokens from the gift shop. That must be the gems he spoke of all this time. “I’D RATHER DIEEEE!”

“Wait, pause! Is the girl playing too?” He asked, pointing at Willow.

Both pairs of eyes fell onto her. She blushed and fiddled with the ends of her dress. Michael jumped to his feet and slid his sword back into its sheath, knowing better than to scare a girl with his weaponry. No good captain did that and he was the best one out there. “You wanna play?”

Willow giggled timidly. “I dunno how to be a pirate…it seems sorta scary.”

The boys exchange glances. And before she knew it, Michael was handing her ‘gems’ and digging through his pant pockets. He pulled out a cardboard crown that birthday girls wore around the diner, placing it onto her head with a huge smile. “You’ll be a princess then and I’ll rescue you!”

“Eww, are you gonna marry her?” Jeremy snickered, placing his tiny plump hand against his mouth. “Michael’s got girl cootiessss!”

Blush exploded onto Michael’s face. He kicked him in the nuts and then shoved him to the ground, letting his temper control him as per usual. Willow watched in horror as the little boy sobbed. She hadn’t expected him to be so mean.

“Crybaby! Deal with it!” Michael’s British accent was crystal clear when degrading his friend. Dusting himself off, he continued with his explanation as if nothing happened. “Anyway, I’ll show you around before we start playing. Come on!”

Willow shuddered. Could he lose his temper with her too?

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October 15th, 1976.

1:08 PM.

Fredbear’s Family Diner.

After a thorough tour of the diner’s layout the two children stood in front of a huge metal door. “Employees Only,” the sign read in red pint, signifying they shouldn’t enter. Willow had no intention to do so, assuming they would finally start the game after investigating each room, but Michael seemed to be glued to the door. Puzzled, she stood with him.

“C’mon! This is my secret hide-out!” Michael hummed, pulling on the door handle and pushing it open.

Willow stood like a deer in headlights. Her father would kill her if she were to get in trouble with faculty members. She’d rather stay and play in the arcade. However, scared to disappoint her newly found friend, she followed him inside the dark room. The door slammed shut behind them.

“Mikey, are we allowed in here?” She shuddered, grasping onto his arm instinctively. He felt like a million bucks when realizing she depended on him to protect her.

Grinning ear to ear, he thought it would be funny to tease her. “Nope! There’s tons of boobytraps and stuff. If we set one off, we’ll probably die.”

“What?!”

“Haha, I’m kidding!” Michael chuckled. Scaring people was his specialty. “My dad owns the restaurant so I can basically do whatever I want. I come back here all the time when he’s working evening shifts and watch him do maintenance on the animatronics. It’s kinda freaky.”

Turning the light on, the bulb flickered a few times. Then, Willow saw them. Endoskeletons, costumes, props, all sorts of things. She shuddered when realizing that this is what Fredbear and Bonbun look like on the inside. It was almost impossible to believe. They looked so friendly and now…

Grabbing a mask from the counter, Michael shoved his head inside and started to mock the golden bear outside. “Hiya, kids! I’m Fredbearrrr!” He sang. Willow nervously laughed. She knew he was only trying to be funny, but she couldn’t help but feel wrong being here. Noticing this, Michael wrapped his arm around her shoulder. “What? You scared?”

“No, I just…” Willow stammered on her words, flattening out her dress again. “I don’t wanna get in trouble.”

“You won’t. If anything, I will. Besides, what’s the worst that can happen?”

“I guess you’re right.”

Silence for a moment or two. Then, Michael sprung back into conversation when pulling off the mask. “So, how old are you turning?” He hummed, guessing that she was the one her family was there for.

The question hit Willow like a brick. She had temporarily forgotten in the few seconds he asked her, amazed that someone would actually care. “Nine.”

“Cool, now you’ll be the same age as me!” Michael gushed with a toothy grin. “Do you come here a lot for your birthday?”

Willow shook her head. “No, this is my first time.” Now on the topic, Willow came to the realization that this could possibly be the last time she ever saw Michael. Considering her father would most likely never bring them there again, she could lose her first and only friend the same day she met him. The thought brought a cloud of sadness to hang over her.

Michael could tell just from looking at her face. He’d made many friends here before, only for them to never come back. It was painful, to say the least, considering he was there every single day when his father worked. He’d work so hard to make a friend only to have to start over the next day. The cycle was practically endless.

“Well, do you like it here?” He asked, his smile weakening. She nodded. “Then promise me you’ll come back one day, okay?” Blush erupted on his face. It was painfully obvious he had a huge crush on her. Little did he know that she felt the same way about him. “O-Or whatever. Don’t, I guess.”

“I will, Michael. I promise.” Willow hummed, wrapping her arms around his shoulders. She was pleasantly surprised whenever he silently embraced her back.

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October 14th, 1983.

11:45 PM.

The Parker Residence.

Pulling into the parking lot of her new job, Willow let out a shaky sigh of nervousness. She was anxious to be meeting up with Michael again, knowing that if her father caught her sneaking out again, there would be hell to pay. She was surprised he hadn’t caught on yet - Especially since she at least did it every Friday.

She got out of her brother’s beat up car and locked it twice, zipping her jacket up to protect herself from the harsh wind that blew through her freshly combed hair. Great. Now she’d look awful for their date night. Could it even be called that? She was unsure. All she knew was that there were moments where she knew Michael was the one for her and how often she pictured a future with him. She had a feeling he felt the same way too. However, they never declared they were officially dating. They just stopped going out with other people and devoted all their time to each other’s friendship. It was a complicated situation especially with Michael’s emotion management issues.

Upon entering the building, she felt warmth. Not only physical warmth, but spiritual as well. She could vividly remember her first day working at this restaurant. The old music still playing through the speakers, the scent of fried food hitting her like a bullet, the sound of children’s laughter, all of it. She couldn’t help but smile when picturing the little children having the best time of their lives playing. If only she could turn back to those days.

Sitting at the reception desk was Michael himself, messing with a toy he stole from the prize counter. When seeing her, he shot up from the seat and straightened his posture.

“Hey,” his voice was low, almost seductive.

“Hey,” she replied with a pretty smile. He couldn’t get used to how beautiful she was no matter how hard he tried. “Sorry if I’m a little late, I had to make sure my dad fell asleep.”

Michael let out a hoarse laugh. “No, no, you aren’t late. I’m the one who called you up all of a sudden and asked you to be down here.”

They both laughed for a few seconds before falling silent again. The tension between them was visible to even a blind man. Willow gazed into his eyes and let out a dreamy sigh, meeting him behind the counter. “So, what do you wanna do?”

“It’s whatever. I mostly just wanted to see you.” Michael dodged her eyes, knowing damn well he would get lost in them and embarrass himself. “Father’s actually home tonight so I don’t have to babysit any kids.”

Willow grabbed the small Bonbun plush off the desk and fiddled with its ears, leaning against the surface while grinning. “I wouldn’t mind helping you babysit them, Mikey. All you have to do is call.”

He blushed, imagining what it would be like to have her visit his house sometimes. She went over briefly to come pick him up before, but never stayed long. William disliked having company. “I don’t wanna bother you, is all…”

“Drop it.”

“What?”

“The American accent,” Willow hummed, “I want you to drop it! We’re all alone, you don’t gotta do it.”

Now she was hitting him with that? Michael felt his face heating up more and more by the second. “Okay. Cheerio, cheerio!” He forced a heavy accent out, only to watch the girl burst into laughter. Her laugh was so pretty. “Here, c’mon. I have a surprise for you.”

The two teens marched into the dining hall, where Fredbear and Bonbun sat for the night. Willow was quite used to seeing them out of commission, but it still freaked her out a tad bit. Their eyes were so dull, so lifeless. It was unnerving to see. Michael, on the other hand, thought it was incredibly funny to jump up on stage and start touching on them.

“Hiya, I’m Fredbear! Har, har, har, har, har!” He mocked the animatronic just as he did as a child, grabbing its arm and moving it up and down. “I think I see a birthday girl right over there! Let’s sing for her, everyone!”

Willow scoffed, examining his attractive face while he made a fool of himself. He was so handsome when he was having fun. She wished he could be more carefree like this than being bitter the majority of the time. It made his eyes pop out when he smiled.

Oddly enough, the music started up for its nightly maintenance. Michael jumped down and placed a pink cardboard crown on her head that he found in the prize shop earlier that evening. “Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday to you! Happy birthday, dear Willow, happy birthday to you!” Blushing profusely from his performance, she clapped and he gave a bow. “Thank you, young lady, thank you.”

“I’m surprised you remembered my birthday! I don’t think I told you before…”

Michael rolled his eyes. “Of course you did. On your birthday, remember?”

Tilting her head, Willow appeared to be puzzled. “What? My birthday? But we only just met when I got a job here…”

That’s right. Willow had forgotten that fateful day seven years ago. Not because she didn’t care, but because she put a lot of her childhood out of mind so it didn’t hurt her to think about. Michael understood. It was her father’s fault that she couldn’t remember all the fun they shared together.

“Forget it. No biggie.”

“But Michael-!”

“You wanna go to the movies? They’re replaying Friday the Thirteenth this weekend.” Michael nudged her with his elbow, getting a bit handsy so it wouldn’t be unnatural to hold her during the movie. He hasn’t had a ton of girlfriends, but he did learn that trick a while back. “C’mon, I got tickets. It’s your birthday!”

Willow grinned like the Cheshire Cat when hearing the recommendation. For the most part, she enjoyed slasher movies - Especially since Michael was actually more freaked out than her when they went. He always put out a tough front, only for her to break the facade with a few pokes.

“Okay, scaredy-cat. Don’t be hugging on me whenever Jason comes out.”

“Jesus, I was just tryna to scare you! I wasn’t actually scared or nothing!”

“Righttt.” She giggled, shoving him playfully backward. In response, he practically tackled her into one of the booths and started tickling her to get revenge. Willow screeched in joy. “Helppp, there’s a creepy British guy tryna kill meeee! Hahahaha! He’s wearing a leather jacket three sizes too big for himmmm! No, no, don’t tickle me there! Stop, haha!”

Michael held her down by her abdomen with one hand, tickling her with the other. “Make me!”

Trying to shove him off her waist, she suddenly realized just how strong he was compared to her. He didn’t budge no matter how hard she tried to get him away. It was frightening in a way, knowing he could at any second actually hurt her. Even then, she trusted him full-heartedly not to.

His knee rested in between her thighs as he held her down for a while longer, unable to stop laughing at the cute faces she made while struggling to push him off. Eventually, another smug remark landed him in a position he couldn’t get out of. “C’mon, you gotta try harder than that! Bite me or something!”

Rather than following his advice of biting, she instead connected her lips against his. The unexpected kiss caused him to immediately let go and back away, stunned like a deer in headlights. She bursted into laughter and played it off as a joke. “Gotcha! What, you scared of getting girl cooties or something?”

That wasn’t it at all. Michael touched his lips before getting off her, trying to act cool after what just happened. “No, dumbass! I just-I didn’t expect that from you!”

Willow’s pretty eyes interlocked with his. He instantly got lost within them, just as he feared before. “It’s okay to say you liked it, y’know.”

He practically melted from her flirtatious tone. “I didn’t!”

“Well, look at it this way - It was my birthday present.” She gushed, grabbing onto his calloused hand a size bigger than her own. “You’ll be my boyfriend for tonight, right?”

Absolutely shocked from what he was hearing, he sputtered out a reply. “Wh-What?”

“For the movies. Couples get a discount.” Willow teased him again, moving closer to him with a snicker. “We had to get some practice in, yeah?”

Guessing this was a joke sprung on him, Michael played along with blush covering his cheeks. “Yeah. Let’s make out in front of the popcorn counter so they definitely know we’re dating.”

“Sounds good to me.” She hummed. Little did he know that she was a woman of her words.

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Hi pookiebear bbg♥️ the kids miss you..

🍌In your opinion, what's the funniest joke/ reference/pun you've made in a fic? (I cant wait for this answer)

🍎Is there anything you straight-up won't write?

🫐What's your favorite underrated thing in your fandom? (A ship that only you seem to write for, a character there's almost no fics about, a trope that criminally hasn't been written yet, etc.)

LOVE YOU ♥️♥️♥️

Pookiebear?! 🧍🏻‍♀️ Now, listen here schnookum—

Also goodness, it’s been so long since I’ve been writing that it’s going to take me a minute to dig through my dusty memory!

And as always 🩵🩵 thank you love! Can’t wait to be less busy and get back to writing!

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🍌 In your opinion, what’s the funniest joke/reference/pun you’ve made in a fic?

It’s funny to me cause at this point in my writing experience (pretty fresh), I was still a little unsure about writing smut. I’m not sure what came over me, I almost didn’t include this part but felt like the humor really matched the ridiculous rom-com theme of the story. There’s a moment in Things I Hate About You where I interrupt the smut with a magazine quote about bj’s. 🤣

“You’re just full commando here?” He smirked arrogantly, “I am a machine, what do I need underwear for?” Gossip Weekly’s top three ways to wipe the smirk off of your average male android? Tip number one: our experts conclude that nothing pleases the deviated male android more than watching their human partner serving their phallus (that’s suck him off, for you primates).

🍎Is there anything you straight-up won't write?

Hmmmmmmmmmm. Besides the typical list of non-con, incest, and other extremely dark themes…

It’s not a won’t write, but more of a not interesting to me anymore: a typical canon rewrite where the story follows the game canon but what if reader/OC was in it. I know I’ve done it before and as the first fic I’d ever written, it was great for experimenting with finding a writing style and relying on canon for character voice.

However, now, I find it less interesting to stick super close to canon and much prefer AUs cause I find that the focus will be about the characters as they are and the theme of the story, rather than being stuck on a prescribed plot line.

🫐What's your favorite underrated thing in your fandom? (A ship that only you seem to write for, a character there's almost no fics about, a trope that criminally hasn't been written yet, etc.)

So I wrote Sixty first but then I really thought it this (and will keep the part about Sixty cause I love him). Markus is kinda underrated in some ways. In comparison to Connor, he’s got a lot less art and writing unless it’s Markus paired with either Connor or Simon.

I’d love to read a story that captures the gilded cage, humbled machine journey of a broken (literally) machine rise from the ashes to become a guiding force of a civil rights movement. Screw David Cage’s bland writing, I’m talking about how I’d love to see the side of Markus that is burdened and tempted by power.

I want to see a story that explores how Markus isn’t infallible, perfect, and selfless because “the power feels good.” People like to say North is the violent and unfeeling one, but I blame David Cage’s poor writing on that. Markus is just as capable of being calculated and brutal. I’d love to see a Markus that understands the hatred and anger in his people’s hearts and his own struggle to be objective and fair as a leader.

Ok. Now to Sixty.

Sixty!!! The boy needs more love. He has actual screen time, so much potential to juxtapose against Connor and yet, it’s Nines who has barely any screen time and no voice but all sorts of fan created works!

It’s such a tragedy cause you can input as much fanon as you want in either Sixty or Nines but Sixty is never picked. 😭🩵✨

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[aristre]

bbg pls assign mitski songs to jjk characters (gojo, geto, nanami, yuji, megumi, nobara) 🫶🏻 and write 5 paragraphs explaining why

always. ur wish is my command. i say be the change u wish to see in the world and ur words are my change. and wish. i lost track of my metaphor. anyways see u on the other side.

dude i don't even wanna tag this anymore. this isn't even going in the masterlist. i'm tired

mitski songs and jjk characters

satoru gojo:

last wish of a shooting star

everyone knows gojo is your best american girl but that would be too easy wouldn't it be aaesuki. much too easy to say and analyze and you don't want easy from me. you want a challenge. i'll give you a challenge

to me gojo has always been a shooting star kind of existence, bright and brief and he orbits the lives of everyone who he does not touch and becomes something larger than life. this song in particular is a reflection before death and i'd like to think it's gojo before him and that box. you know

[i always wanted to die clean and pretty / but i'd be too busy on working days / so i am relieved that the turbulence wasn't forecasted / i couldn't have changed anyways] dude's the poster child of the jujutsu world of course he's always going this way and that doing whatever he needs to do. the only way he's gonna get a real break is thru getting put out of commission. aka the box.

suguru geto:

pearl diver

i was thinking about it and don't you think it kind of fits? pearl diver as a song about seeking something up until death. geto always having searched for a world that rewards the unfortunate jujutsu sorcerers and punishes those that beat them down, wanting for his own idea of justice. up until his death that is.

[the creatures of your woken mind / don't fear them or their hunger / forgive the sea, follow the tide / with the monsters on your shoulder] him and those mf curses. if you can't see it i fear there's nothing more i can say

[oh, hunter, if you didn't want / the beautiful so badly / perhaps you would've found it / in your spirit singing softly / but hunter, you were human / don't forget it and go safely] him wanting this perfect world SO badly deriding the humans and emphasizing the sorcerers when they're really the same thing in the end. humans and sorcerers. YOU were descended from monkeys idiot. instead he goes off on genocide quest

kento nanami:

working for the knife

dude this is my go to mitski jjk song. but specifically it fits nanami so well bc it's about working for the knife; the knife is a killing implement at times, a helpful tool otherwise, just like exorcism saves some lives and dooms the sorcerers to death

[i used to think i'd be done by twenty / now at twenty-nine the road ahead appears the same] he's been a jujutsu sorcerer through school and through adulthood, and even if he took a break to become a capitalist cog you don't ever stop being a jujutsu sorcerer

[i start the day lying and end with the truth / that i'm dying for the knife] you see?!?! you see?!?!? you see that aaesuki?!

yuuji itadori:

a burning hill

this one i can relate to both sukuna's possession of his body but also the impending execution he has to face. once you see it you'll see it.

[and i am the fire, and i am the forest / and i am a witness watching it / i stand in a valley watching it] him being the fire or the destructive force under the control of sukuna, him being the forest or the victim of those acts, and him being the witness or the possessed man with no choice but to let them happen.

[so today, i will wear my white button-down / i can at least be neat walk out and be seen as clean / and i'll go to work, and i'll go to sleep / and i'll love the littler things] this part being yuuji's reflection on his impending execution and having to live life as normal anyways. white button down and being neat could be what he wears to his execution, but it can also be his uniform as he goes to school (work) and ends his day (sleep) as normal, acting as if he won't be put to death once all the fingers are found. loving the littler things is him trying to enjoy his life to the fullest and making those dang friends before his inevitable execution

megumi fushiguro:

everyone

i think i hit a stroke of genius w this one. two specific lines rlly stand out to me as megumi-y but overall, the song being abt mitski and her music career harkens to megumi and the jujutsu world w me. in another world he would not have had to become a sorcerer, but in another another world he'd have grown up in the zenin clan. this song is about mitski's leap of faith and success in her music career but it's also about megumi going into a place of no return

[and i opened my arms wide to the dark / i said, "take it all, whatever you want" / i didn't know that i was young] the dark on the surface is his jujutsu technique w shadows and him giving himself to the technique, but it's also the jujutsu world and how he's been working for the knife (teehee) since young. boy never had a chance to be a child w daddy neglect and jujutsu sorcery and tsumiki. ya

[sometimes i think i am free / until i find i'm back in line again] this reminds me of the culling game arc and tsumiki. yeah. if you know you know

nobara kugisaki:

townie

honestly i can totally see this. nobara as a hotheaded teen who does exactly what she wants to, consequences be damned. in this song i see it as her willingness to follow her own path regardless of what the world tells her to, whether it be society or jujutsu higher ups.

[and i want a love that falls as fast / as a body from the balcony, and / i want to kiss like my heart is hitting the ground / i'm holding my breath with a baseball bat] this part in particular speaks to me as her willingness to engage in self destruction for her goals (her technique being something that often requires immolation of her own body) but also her aggressive nature. i still love you girl <3

[though i don't know what i'm waiting for / i am not gonna be what my daddy wants me to be] these lines being about how she doesn't care about conforming to or subverting societal expectations; rather, she is whatever she decides she'll be a la her conversation with the witch broom girl i forgot.

[darklight-owl]

okay im here wit da ocs. anyway so i made 2!!! the first one is a chinese girl named xiaona (小娜) in hanzi, i believe (dont quote me on that). her design came to me in a dream, actually. i dreamed that there was a girl who was pretty as all get-out but she didn’t speak. like,, at all. just silent. she was very kind-hearted, though, and she gave everything her all. she had a lot of chronic diseases tho in her adult life (mostly ones that affected her muscles and stuff like that), but even tho, she powered thru. anyway, she’s a teenager right now (14-17 prolly). i also made for her to be a friend (maybe love interest? maybe?) for the second oc, but mostlt just a friend. i made her so dat she was born in japan to a chinese father and japanese mother, then she left to america with her family for undecided reasons when she was about nine. she was already taking care of her younger siblings by that time, though. she’s very motherly and caring, she just seems rude at first because she’s blunt and she doesn’t speak you know??? anyway. doesn’t she give off the same vibes as shoko komi. nah she’s not like that. anyway below is a picrew i made of her (creds to nellseto)

bbg wit da bridge piercing 😩🙏🏼. anyway. ((she has at least eleven eyeliners. actually she only wears eye makeup and lipgloss. anyway.)) i think she’s my first female oc i’ve made that’s actually in the average height range, considering where she’s from and all that! all my other female ocs have been at least 2.5 inches below the average height for their ages and ethnicities. anyway.... more about her later i just forget 💀.

SECOND OC!!!

so the second oc is this belarusian kid named aliyaksandr/aleksandr/Аляксандр. it’s complicated lmao. i usually refer to him as aliyaksandr or sasha/sanya. THERE!! this man has too many damn names. anyway, he’s in his teenaged years just like xiaona, he’s actually good friends with xiaona, they spend a lot of time together actually. they’re both pretty popular, but xiaona is more only popular bc she’s associated with aliyaksandr, yk? anyway. both his parents are from belarus. his mother works as a math teacher at the same school that sasha attends and his father works as a carpenter. they moved from belarus to america like only a few months before aliyaksandr enrolled in american school as the school year started up and all that, so all this is kinda new to him yk!! xiaona helps him out doe cuz they’re sort of in the same boat. anyway heres a picrew of the beautiful sasha himself!

i’m kinda down bad for him tbh. other details about his appearance... he’s tall, he has braces, and he wears lots of monochrome, greyscale clothes. man is basic. he has straight hair but it gets frizzy (it’s a little bit s t r a n g e </3.) anyway. he also has an unnamed older brother but i dont have much lore for him yet lolz. anyway here ya go bbg! my new ocs!

awww i love emm!

Especially Xiaona, there's not much representation of nonverbal or mute characters. I wish they be blessed with happiness forever <3

[lorienlegaciesfan]

Just started the first LL chronicles book and if nine pulls the same stunt Sam and six did, (choosing not to visit John even though bro is clearly struggling with the aftermath of the war) I'm going to lose my shit for real. More than I lost it when they chose not to write in first person for the reborn series and I almost lost my mind when they did that.

[skepticalarrie]

HII ALLIE!!! im home now from my concert and omfg 😭😭😭 harry is literally so gorgeous. louis is such a lucky mf. during mfasr i was SCREAMING, “YOU KNOW I LOVE YOU BABE!!” because louis was CLOSE to us. so in my mind, he could hear us. i could feel harry’s love for louis during that song and loved how everyone in the room was singing about how much harry loves louis (whether they know they are or not.) but harry was so cute and happy!! he was jumping around and having so much fun. i ended up spilling my water bottle mid concert LMAO! i got the really pretty lavender hoodie, a poster, and a shirt!! i can’t wait to binge read fics bc i miss harry SO MUCH now. i genuinely think this concert was way louder than the last one i went to ngl. my ears were muffled or something, it was so strange. during kiwi, i let my anger out so much. with everything going on irl and with bbg, i was screaming my lungs out. i brought binoculars so i saw harry REALLY CLOSE UP, and can i just say that he’s beautiful. BUT IT WAS SO DIFFICULT TO LOOK AT HIM THROUGH THEM BECAUSE HE NEVER STOPS MOVING!!! i’ll never ever ever ever ever EVER shut up about how gorgeous he is. the crowd kept chanting medicine, but harry did not deliver 💔 i wish i could have seen louis!! i just though he was coming on at nine as well. if i knew i would have been able to make it to both, i would have!!! i’m just thankful that i got to experience this and with them being so close to each other. i’m already saving up to see louis, so i really hope he announces tour soon!!! ALSO!! these were the posters i made, i couldn’t really hold them up because it was dark so there was no point. but i did hold up the be proud one when he was giving a speech!!! no idea if he saw it or not, but if he did then i hope it made him feel valid and loved. i remember during a song, i can’t remember which one though, it might have been cinema. but he kicked something and my thoughts immediately went to, “wow, louis has been teaching him football.” im just SO thankful that i’ve gotten to see harry twice, he never ever ever fails to put on an incredible show. now if i were to rank the shows i’ve been to between harry and louis, i know louis would be first, but i don’t know about my two harry shows. nothing will ever beat the feeling i got when i saw him for the first time, but this show was so fun!!!! so i guess my two harry shows are tied!!!

Ahhhh that's so amazing, love! Thank you so much for sharing your experience, it seems like you had a blast 🥰❤️ The entire thing just made me so happy, this is wonderful I love it!!!

[falconarr0w]

The rules: answer 20 questions and tag 20 (or whatever) other blogs you want to get to know better

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Name: John

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Favorite band: Nine Inch Nails, The 1975, Brockhampton

Favorite artist: No Rome, Running Touch, Jean Dawson, Tyler, the Creator, Frank Ocean

When did you create your blog: 2014, holy cow I just looked that up! No way I've been on here for that long 😮

Last thing you googled: photos and listings for a vintage band shirt that i wanna buy from a thrift store once lockdown is over ☺

Lucky number: 31 if I had to pick, as it's my birthdate 😊

Other blogs: @curiouslover (NSFW) and @m00d-b0r3d (SFW)

Why you choose your username: I'm a fan of nine inch nails and was born on August 31st 😊

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What are you currently wearing: my favorite hoodie (champion reverse weave!!), sweatpants, socks and ugg boots. It's winter so I gotta stay warm and cozy ☺

Dream trip: some parts of the US and Japan!

Favorite food: pizza!! ☺☺

Favorite song: It's always changing at the moment some of them are Feed the Fire by SG Lewis, Only When I Lose Myself by Depeche Mode, Puzzle With a Piece Missing by Gotye and Sense Of Familiarity / What A Day by No Rome

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[they-are-not-just-stories]

Another Year, Another Demon

A/N: Hey bbg! I wish you the best birthday ever. I am so sorry this was late I just wanted it to be perfect for you! I don’t know exactly how you are feeling but I can understand from my own experiences and I want you to know I’m here if you ever want to talk! It doesn’t have to be about anything, I can be there just to listen too whatever you need! Happy Birthday sweetie! This one’s for you! Also I haven’t written for Supernatural in a while so thank you for this request!

Request: So my 18th birthday is in nine days and the closer the day comes, the stronger gets my depression. So I would like to rrwuest something where Reader is the Winchesters little sister and it's her birthday (anonymous)

Pairings: Winchester’s x sister!Reader

Warnings: Angst, Dean being oblivious, major fluff at the end

Word Count: 4k

“Happy birthday baby.” You hear her candied voice break through your slumber. You flutter your eyes open to see your mom smiling down at you. The same look, like you were her whole world. 

You sat up and smiled at her, rubbing at your tired eyes. “Thanks mom.” You lean to peck a kiss on her cheek. 

“Of course baby girl, your brothers made you something. You better get up to see them.” She touched a finger to your nose making you scrunch your face. You threw your legs over the edge of your bed and scrambled to the kitchen.

Both of your bother’s were bustling around the kitchen cooking pancakes and eggs and flinging toast across the room. They had your favorite music playing in the background. They noticed you standing there and Dean was the first to scoop you up and plant kisses all over your face.

“Look how big my baby sister is getting! Double digits!” He swirled you around in his arms laughing and smiling with you. He was proud at how strong and beautiful you were growing up to be, but he would never admit that to anyone but himself. 

“Come here sis.” Sam gently offered his arms out to you. Releasing your grip on Dean, you pulled yourself in, resting your head on his chest. He was always more laid back than Dean, but the combination of the two was unbeatable. “Happy birthday Y/N.” He kissed the top of your head. He lead you to the table showing you the mounds of food they made for you. You giggled because there was no way you would eat all of this. 

Dean noticed your look and waved you off. “I’ve seen you eat Y/N. Don’t give us that look.” You slapped his arm, receiving a laugh from him. 

“Have you seen you eat Dean?” You spoke as you hopped on to the bar stool. Grabbing a plate and piling food onto it. 

“I’m a man! I gotta eat a lot.” You rolled your eyes at him. Sam started making fun of him and they both engaged in playful banter. Your parents sneaking up behind you, both planting kisses on either sides of your face. 

“We love you Y/N, happy birthday baby girl.” They both said. You turned your head towards each of them, smiling. Turning your gaze towards your brothers play fighting, your parents laughing and cleaning up the mess they began making, thinking...this is the life you’ve dreamed of and you couldn’t believe it. It sat right in front of you and reveled in the warmth it brought to you. Goosebumps creeping their way onto your skin. You smiled at the chaos around you, the sensation of being surrounded by those you loved being equivocally tender. And it was all there before you, happily dancing and making you feel loved and protected. 

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18. A consecutive digit in the numerical timeline, but also the number you would be aged today. You barely hear the devoid whisper of your mother waking you. The quiet is metaphorically loud. It was just yesterday you turned ten and you wake up to your parents and your brother’s making you breakfast. But that time has passed. All these years and your heart still mourns for that memory. No more mom, no more dad, your brothers would probably forget again or they would be off on a hunt. So it would be just you, lighting a candle for another year of survival and another year of the demons piling up in the line to drown you. 

You flop the covers away from yourself and drag your stiff body out of the room. The house was quiet except for the creaks from your steps. There was no sign of your brother’s except a note on the fridge. 

Out hunting, be back for dinner. -Dean

You ripped it from the fridge and threw it in the trash. You turn to lean over the counter, dropping your head. You hated this. Of course it wasn’t their fault, it was no one’s really. Just the weight in your chest really brought you down. It got worse and worse as this day approached and the nightmare became a reality. You sat yourself in the exact stool you did so long ago. You imagined seeing your brothers dancing around the kitchen, seeing Dean sing in to a whisk and Sam rolling his eyes at you. You saw your parents kissing and watching their kids have fun and you; you watched it all, trying to savor this moment which had been ripped from your tender grasp all too soon.

Before the silence made you explode, you got dressed, grabbing your switch blade, a coat and your keys, slamming the door behind you. The air outside was cold and crisp, making your cheeks sting instantly. It was always quiet around here. No visitors, make exception for the special guests your brothers came across on their hunting trips. You didn’t have any friends, or at least any that lasted long enough you could feel comfortable around. A normal life was lost on you, there was no going back, only forward in the only mundane routine you knew. 

You hop inside your car, the cold, leather seats making your muscles tense. You stuff the key in the ignition and hear it rumble to life. Your brother’s weren’t there to celebrate your birthday, but as much as it hurt, you didn’t want to spend most of it alone. So you went to the only place that kept a small part of you alive that you had stifled in the back of your mind. Back to your parents. 

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You trudged through the tall grass, yellowing from lack of sun and rain, seeing the gray sky above you. The trees were bare, preparing for the colder season coming. A crow sitting atop of a headstone cawing into the air. You made it to the row and knelt down before the two stones. 

“Hey guys...it’s my birthday,” You close your eyes shaking at the thought. Of course they knew that you idiot. “...and I wanted to stop by and celebrate with you.” You sighed at how stupid you felt. They were gone and here you are trying to pretend they aren’t. The sad feeling sitting low in your gut, but the loud beat of your heart drowning out the feeling. 

You pulled at the grass around you, thinking of what to say if they were really sitting there. “The boys are gone. I think they forgot, but that’s Ok. It’s been hard without you. I try to help when I can, but I’m tired. I’m so tired.” You drop your head feeling the familiar weight in your chest. You didn’t cry, though, you were so empty that you didn’t have the capacity to cry. 

If they could just be there, just for a moment, you could imagine them both. Your mother’s soft glow in the sunlight. Her golden hair in wisps as the summer breeze ran it’s formless fingers through it. She would cup your face in her delicate hands, peppering kisses onto your scrunched face. Your father, his warming smile overcoming you. Reminding you what it meant to feel protected and the solidarity of their love for you. 

You felt the cold air slither onto your skin again, seeing your fantasy wisp away with the wind. What you wouldn’t give to have one more moment with them. You let out an exasperated laugh. After all this time and you still doted on the memory of everyone being together, happy. Fantasizing the idea that if you could just go back to when everything was Ok. But you knew with the harsh grip of reality, that would never happen. You were here, alone, your brother’s were god know’s where. Your parent’s were gone. And there you sat, the empty space of forgotten lives and decaying memories that must have once filled a room with love and laughter. You thought to yourself, you fit in so well among the crumbling headstones. A fixed memory in the eyes of those who have yet to break the veil of reality in order to see what had laid behind it all along. A broken and battered girl, dreaming of a time when unruly feelings did not overwhelm her. 

You imagine your younger self, gently sitting next to you. A little hand wrapped around your arm and looking up at you. Her smiles reminds you everything was Ok, but her sad eye’s tell you that there is more to this. You almost believe her. Watching her disappear you say your goodbyes and make your way to the car. You look back to see the rows and rows of people. One day, it would be you laid in a row, and forgotten. 

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You perk your ears at the sound of the door slamming. You hear them dropping their bags as they shuffle to where you sat in the library. They don’t pay any attention to you sitting in front of the fire. You hear Dean make his way to the liquor cabinet and the clinking of glasses as he pulls one to pour a drink. Sam slumps into a chair at the table, letting out an exhausted sigh. You’ve yet to make a sound, making them aware of your presence. But they didn’t even notice you anyway, you were invisible. You hated how you were wallowing in self pity, the acidic taste sitting on your tongue. You weren’t one for feeling sorry for yourself, but today was especially hard. This sadness, emptiness growing in each passing day, it was all bottled up and you had no means to vent it. 

You shake your head to rid it of the thoughts. Standing up from your chair you walk over to where Dean stood. You reached up into the cabinet to pull another glass down and set it on the table, a quiet request for a drink. 

He pulled the glass to his lips and took another swig of his drink, shaking his head at you. He stretched his mouth, showing his bottom teeth at the burn the liquids gave him. “Too young, kiddo.” He said, pouring more into his glass as he did. 

You glared at him. Like you hadn’t had any before. He still treated you like a child. Which in part you understood because you were his little sister, but that’s where you always stood with him. Young and incapable of decision making. You could take out demons twice your size in several moves, yet he felt the need to scold you for getting yourself into such situations. 

“I’m not a kid, Dean. Stop treating me like I am.” You scoff at him. You reach for the bottle in his hand and he simultaneously pulled back. You forcefully bring your hands to your side, pursing your lips in anger. He just gave you a questioning look. You didn’t have it in you to fight him. Not with how your day was going already. You spin on your heal and storm your way out of the house. Even if he had forgotten what today was, he couldn’t even look at you like an adult, or so much as treat you like one. 

“What’s her problem?” He scoffed at your tantrum. Sam let out a sigh, rubbing his his face into his hands. 

“We forgot Dean. It’s her birthday.” He pinched the bridge of his nose. The subtle guilt tugging at his stomach. How had they forgotten? But when he reflected on it. They’ve done this before. Since Mom and Dad were gone, they had forgotten every time, and every year just the same, you were in a horrible mood with them. 

Dean dropped his head, relieving a lamented sigh. “Shit.” He whispered to himself. 

They forgot again. They had been so busy hunting, they always left you at home so you couldn’t get hurt, but little did they know how much you missed them. The little family you had left to even indulge you in the faint memory you still clutched onto. 

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The bar wasn’t as busy as it usually was on a Friday night. There was the usual entertainment on stage, receiving chants of praise from the few people in the crowd. You fiddled with the drink in your hand, watching the brown liquid swirl around the glass. To your left was a couple, their faces close and whispering sweet nothings to each other. Their affection almost sickening to you. You huffed out a disgruntled sigh and the bartender sent a reassuring smile your way. You really had no reason to be upset at anything or anyone except yourself. The ache in your chest kept consuming you. An unrelenting sadness that kept shaking you back and forth. You imagine yourself at sea. A heavy storm swaying your ship in chaotic ways. The thick air causing you to claw at your throat, gasping for fresh air, but only drowning in the smog and water that continued to fill your lungs. It was a ceaseless battle, and every day, you had sunk further into the void, the light of day just barely peaking out. Your only source to remind you, you were in fact still alive. 

Dean and Sam both walk in, scanning the small establishment to find you alone at the bar. They slowly walk up behind you, neither of them sure how to approach you. You feel their gaze behind you and wanted to turn around and storm out of there, but they would’ve stopped you. 

“What do you want.” The bitterness lacing your words. 

“Can we talk, Y/N? Please?” Sam spoke. He was more gentle and understanding of your feelings, as he typically felt the same. He slid into the seat next to you, and elbow propped onto the counter. The other hand resting on your arm. 

“Not really.” You tugged your arm out of his grip and went back to your drink. 

“Y/N, please. We’re sorry. We didn’t mean to forget and leave you alone. We just-”

“You just what Dean? Hmm?” The anger bubbled into your throat, you wanted to kick and scream. They didn’t know the first thing about how you felt, yet here they were. Your sudden outburst surprised him. His mouth hung open, wanting to same something, but the words failing. You threw your head back, drinking the last bit of the liquid and slammed your glass on the counter. You squinted your eyes at Dean and pushed past him, back into the darkness. 

Sam gave him a knowing look and stood to follow you. He rounded the corner of the building, finding you leaning against the building, one leg bent up and on the wall and your arms crossed. 

“Y/N, please let us talk to you.” His guilt filtered into his words and pricked at your heart. Sam was always more sincere, but you couldn’t give in this time. 

“There’s nothing more to say Sam. I don’t care that you forgot, but you left me alone again.” You spoke more softly to him. Eyes cast down, staring at your shoes. 

He walked closer to you, shoving his hands in his pocket. “I’m sorry. I’m sorry we forgot your birthday and left you alone. I know it hasn’t been easy with Mom and Dad, and us never home but-” 

“Don’t.” You raised a hand to stop him. The tears pooling in your eyes already. “Don’t talk about them. Ever. They’re gone and that’s that.”

“You don’t have to shut us out Y/N. Talk to me please!” He was more desperate. You wanted to cry, to have him protect you from everything you felt, but you were afraid that in this vulnerability, he would be taken too. 

“Sammy, please.” You choked out. He relaxed at the sound of your broken words, hearing the quiet sobs you were holding back. He came closer and wrapped his arms around you. You obliged and you linked your arms around his back and pulled him closer. Your quiet cries soaking his shirt, as he kissed the top of your head. 

“Talk to me, please. You don’t have to be alone. We’ll always be here.” He rubbed his hands up and down your back reassuringly as more sobs shook out of you. 

“You won’t always be here. Every time you and Dean leave I-Im so scared you’ll never come back! I miss you. I miss Mom and Dad. I- I miss...” The cries stuttering out of you again. You didn’t bother hiding from him. It hurt too much to hold back. The pain saturating you. 

He never realized that this was a possibility. And every time you had to just sit and watch as they leave and might never come back. You were his baby sister, the only family besides Dean he had left. You were the one good thing they had in this life. They did everything to protect you from it because for Sam, he wouldn’t know what to do if he lost you. He was closer to you than he was with Dean. You allowed him to be vulnerable and not pass judgment. You brought a smile to his face even when he thought it wasn’t possible. Yet here you stand, the one good thing they had and you had all this pain bottled inside you and he wasn’t there to protect you from it. That’s what big brother’s do right? Where was he when you needed protecting?

“I didn’t...I didn’t think about it like that.” His heart sunk at the retching of your cries. He felt you tense in his arms and held onto you tighter. 

“Y/N, can we please-”

Dean came storming around the corner to see you crying and Sam trying everything to console you. Sam looked at him with sad eyes, telling him it was bad. Dean came closer and placed a hand on your back to let you be aware of his presence. You pulled your face away from Sam’s chest, your tear stained face looking at him. There were few things that shocked Dean, and seeing his strong baby sister utterly broken and sobbing before him was one of the few. His heart ached at the sight. 

You see his anger shatter before you and replaced with guilt. You release Sam and throw yourself into Dean, squeezing him, and trying to find comfort again. He held his arms out unsure of what to do, but slowly wrapping his strong arms around you. Holding a hand to the back of your head and tucking his face into your shoulder. 

“I hate it when you leave,” The cries growing softer, as you spoke into his chest. “I never know if you’re coming back. I couldn’t take it if I lost you both too.” It was a punch to the gut. This is what it was like for you. You had already lost your parents, the thought of also losing your brother’s and only family would crush you. He held you tighter, trying to fight off the bad thoughts and to just protect you like he should have done all along. 

“Y/N? I’m so sorry, I didn’t even think...” He pursed his lips, searching for the right words. “We should’ve been there. You were just a kid. And we left you time and time again. What kind of big brother was I being, hmm?” You were able to stop the sobs and even your breathing. You used the back of your hand to wipe the tears to look up at him. 

“I’m scared. I can’t lose you too.” His brows sat low over his sorrowful gaze. His heart aching at the sight of you. His baby sister, a strong young woman, who wasn’t scared of any monster, but the ones in your head making you fall apart. 

“I can’t promise you anything, kiddo, but I can promise to protect you and to watch over you. I’m sorry I’ve been absentee lately. I just-” He couldn’t lie to you. Not his baby sister. He was scared too, but he couldn’t be scared if he promised to protect you. “I don’t want anything to happen to you like it did Mom and Dad. You’re all we got left kid, I don’t know what I’d do with out you.” 

Your eyes grew at his confession. He was scared too. Of course he was with all the horrible things that were out there, but to hear him say it. The great and unmatched Dean Winchester telling you he was scared, you didn’t feel so alone. 

“We just want to make sure you’re safe. We didn’t realize how much it would hurt you in the process.” Sam stood behind you. You turn to give him a weak smile and held out your arm to have him hug you. Embracing them both, you never felt more safe. The pain still lingered, but maybe now you wouldn’t have to carry it alone. 

“I’m not a little kid anymore. I know what’s out there. But that doesn’t scare me. It scares me that the bad things can take you away from me. And as much as I want to slap some sense into you both. I couldn’t live without you. You’re my big brother’s and anyone worth a damn will stay away.” The both let out a soft laugh at your sudden ferocity, it brought a smile to both their faces. No, you certainly were not a little kid, but to them, you were their sweet baby sister who they would bring down empires to protect you.

“Ok, kiddo. Maybe it’s time we teach you some hunting skills.” Dean pressed a kiss to the side of your head. You leaned in, savoring how nice he was being. For once. 

They both pulled you in, smashing you between their large bodies for a hug. You squirm for them to release you and they both laugh at your weak attempt. Sam draws back first and throws an arm around your shoulders. 

“Y/N, we are sorry. For what you are feeling, but for leaving you to deal with it alone. Those,” He taps your head. “...are the worst kinds of demons. We can’t protect you from them, but we can be there to show you how and make sure you aren’t alone.”

You lean your head to him, squeezing his side in an unspoken thanks. Dean wraps his arm around you too and smiles in agreement. He reaches around him to pull a silver flask out of his back pocket. He screws the lid off and offers it to you. You turn your head to him and scrunch your brows at him.

“I guess you’re not a kid, being eighteen and all. I’ll let this one slide.” You smile at him and take the first sip. The liquid causing a tingling sensation down your throat, warming your stomach. “Happy birthday kiddo.” They shake you, squeezing you again into a warming embrace. This wasn’t the same memory you held onto for so long, but having them, watching your back in every direction, was this new light in your life. You and your brother’s against the world. The demons in your head wouldn’t stop, but it wouldn’t be so scary since they were their to help you, to protect you and never let you feel unsafe. With all the uncertainties in the world, they were the ground work for safety and trust. You gaze at them laughing and smiling, the rare moments that they did. The memory stained into your head, there for when you needed it. Of all the uncertainties in the world...they were the ones that kept you safe. 

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This Fitness Blogger Is Over Fat-Shaming at the Health club

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This Fitness Blogger Is Over Fat-Shaming at the Health club

One La–based totally Fitness blogger took to Instagram to remind her fans that Fat-shaming and lower back-passed compliments are by no means favored. It does not remember where a person is in their Fitness adventure—words, even if they are properly-meaning, can significantly hurt.

Two years in the past, Julia Ana Kim decided to make a way of life alternate. She commenced working out greater regularly—doing things like boxing, weight lifting, and finishing instructor Kayla Itsines’ BBG circuits. Kim additionally started meal prepping to eat a greater healthy weight-reduction plan. All the whilst, she held herself accountable by way of updating her social media fans on her progress—and she or he accrued a fan base of nearly fifty-nine,000 Instagram customers.

Kim has in view that misplaced seventy-five kilos, and she or he continuously works towards becoming happier and more healthy. However, the latest trip to the Gymnasium shook her confidence. As Kim become operating out, a man approached her and instructed her he changed into so “proud” of her for going to the gym, given her length. Although he may additionally have supposed for his feedback to encounter as kind, Kim felt insulted with the aid of the returned-surpassed compliment—and she or he shared her frustration together with her fans in a latest Instagram put up.

“Nowadays, I used to be at the Health club with Sophie doing #gracefitguide while a person walked up to me and informed me how ‘proud’ he changed into that I used to be there,” Kim wrote in her Instagram caption. “He proceeded to tell me how brave I used to be for being my length and nonetheless coming to the Health club. And Saved talking and had to prevent himself from calling me Fat. Thanks, sir. He did, however, use his fingers to motion how massive I was whilst announcing he himself couldn’t believe coming to the Fitness center at the same time as being that huge.”

Kim went directly to give an explanation for that the week had already been tough on her, self belief-smart. “I have been exceptional bloated and feeling bigger than normal and down on myself,” she wrote. “After which this man just makes me sense like absolute sh*t.” After the communique, Kim broke down in tears.

“I was hurt, embarrassed, and mortified,” she stated. “If he’d stated this to me at the start of my journey, I might have in no way come lower back to the Health club. I was continually scared to workout on the Fitness center for that reason—that human beings would decide me.” Kim finished her post by reminding her fans that everyone has their personal story—and their own motives for being at the Health club. It isn’t as much as you to bypass judgment on a person else or touch upon their development. Or even in the case, you imply properly, you might inadvertently say something hurtful.

“PLEASE refrain from going up to someone and belittling them,” Kim wrote. “I refuse to permit this deter me from going to the Gymnasium. I have found out to like going to the Health club and it is my happy area and it’ll stay. F*CK WHAT Everybody ELSE THINKS OF ME. I understand why I’m there and I understand how a whole lot development I’ve made.”

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