#let me sleep at home with my kittycat

[noys-boise]

nothing's funnier than news that make everyone else disappointed but make ME go "yippee! yay!"

[stories-and-chaos]

Helluva High

AU: Overlord Husk and Angel

[Little one shot inspired by @celestialalpacaron ‘s au of Husk and Angel. Valentino is a sore loser, but Husk has his spider’s back. Enjoy!

Word count 1065 Cw: cursing, emotional manipulation, trauma response (disclosure: I’ve never experienced trauma like this so I apologize if Angel’s reaction isn’t accurate.) ]

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Angel was frozen, stuck between fear and desire. His former boss, Valentino, was here. At Husk’s casino. Angel Dust had been working the tables for a couple months now. His looks, charisma, and reputation had him hustling patrons for all they were worth and more.

But despite that reputation (and all the salacious videos of him still being sold) he wasn’t for sale. Not for any amount of time or money. Husk was adamant on that. “You wanna sleep with someone off the clock, that’s your business,” he���d told Angel. “But do it because you want to, not because someone john is paying, got it?���

Now Val was here and Angel could barely help himself. The moth demon had grabbed his arm as he walked past. Now he was pulling the spider close, cooing sweet venomous words at the former porn star. “Angiiiiieee, I miss you baby. That mean old kitty won’t let me win you back. I need you Angel.” Val’s hand stroked up Angel’s thigh, sneaking under the slit in his gown. “I know you want me too, baby. No one can give you what you need, not like me.” One of his other hands grasped another of Angel’s arms. He hooked a finger of his fourth hand under Angel’s pearl choker, “Come on Angel, tell the kittycat to give me a shot at you. Then we can go home and I’ll make you feel so good you’ll forget all this ever happened.”

Angel’s breath caught. Everything about Valentino made him want to just melt away. His voice, his cigarette smoke, the hands stroking his limbs with a hint of claws. But Angel didn’t want to go back. His eyes darted back and forth in panic. He caught a flash of red wings, black fur, and gold eyes. “Do it because you want to…”

“Fuck!” he managed to gasp as he jerked back. The string of pearls snapped at the sudden movement. The iridescent orbs shimmered in the light as they clattered on the table and floor. “No…” he said, voice wavering.

Angel stood up as straight as he could. Valentino’s rage at being denied built quickly. He moved to grab Angel’s arm again but Angel stepped back. “I…I need a break boss,” he said as loud as he could.

“Take the night off babe. You’ve been working hard last few nights,” Husk said curtly as he stepped between Angel and Val. “Thought you knew better than that ‘Tino.” He faced the other Overlord as Angel dashed to the elevator. “Am I gonna have to throw you out?”

“Fuck, just let me play for him again. What do you want a crackwhore like him for anyway?”

“You ain’t got anything worth betting Angel for.” Four members of the casino security turned up to flank their leader. “Get out ‘Tino. If my boys don’t have to drag your ass out, I won’t charge you for the pearls.”

Val spun away, muttering “fucking furry ass prick, that twink bitch, goddamn assholes.” He squeaked in agitation as he stormed out.

Shortly after Valentino’s limo was gone, Husk took the elevator to the penthouse suites. Angel’s door was cracked open. All his arms were wrapped around himself as rocked on the bed. Husk knocked on the door with the top of his cane. The spider demon jerked, eyes blown wide enough that Husk could see the pupils in even the six small ones.

“He’s gone,” the gambler said mildly. Angel took a deep shaky breath. “You did good.” At Angel’s surprised look he continued, “I told you, anyone fucks with you, they answer to me.”

After a couple more breaths, Angel managed to reply. “Thanks boss. I’ll be back down in five.”

“Nah, you’ve got the night off. Call for room service, just go easy on the booze tonight.” Husk didn’t leave right away; he saw Angel retreating back into the cage of his own arms. The catlike demon sighed and strode through the room to throw the doors to the balcony open. “C’mere.”

Angel walked up hesitantly and placed his ringed hand in Husk’s outstretched one. Husk pulled him out into the night air. He smoothly wrapped an arm around Angel’s waist and lifted the lanky demon’s legs up with the other. Angel reflexively wrapped a set of arms around the other man’s shoulders. “Damn Whiskers, you’re stronger than you look!”

Husk gave a huff. He spread his wings and flapped into the sky. “Oh shit!” Angel yelled, now with four arms clinging to Husk.

“I gotcha babe.” He got enough altitude that they could see every part of the Pentagram with ease. “How’s this for a high?” he joked, smirking at Angel.

“Fuck…it’s a helluva view.” Angel scanned the city. His eyes locked onto Valentino’s porn studio. A tiny fuschia line was just pulling up to the street in front of it.

Husk realized where Angel was looking and shifted to block the Red Light District from view. “Nah, we’ve got better things to look at. There’s a lot more in Hell than that shitbag.”

The train of Angel’s gown fluttered in the air. The cool breeze and the sparkling city below, sounds muffled by distance, helped calm him. As the tension started to ease in his frame, Husk spoke.

“Things change quick here, especially between Overlords. You know that, with how fast ‘Tino lost you. So I ain’t gonna make promises I can’t keep. But for now, you’re mine Angel Dust, and no one fucks with what’s mine.” His gold irises gleamed as his smile turned harsh. “I don’t plan on wagering you, ever. Clear?”

Something cracked in Angel, a chip in the despair. “As crystal baby.” He sighed. “Thanks…Husk.”

A few more minutes and then Husk lowered them back to the balcony. “I need to head back down. Call room service, get some rest.” He took Angel’s hand and pressed a kiss to the back. “Let me know how you’re feeling tomorrow.”

Angel ordered food, changing out of gown and jewelry for an oversized shirt while it was arriving. He’d ordered a bunch of finger foods, easy to eat as he lounged. But he was surprised to find his favorite cocktail added to the cart. A card written in Husk’s handwriting leaned against the stem, “Just one tonight.” He snorted before taking a sip. He was starting to like this kind of pampering.

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Bright Like The Moon: Chapter 3

Chapter 3: If You Want To View Paradise

Rating: Explicit, 18+, Minors - DNI

Fandom: Night Hunter

Pairing: Walter Marshall x Black!OFC 

Word count: 5.5K

Summary: Kamaria Mansfield is hired at the Minnesota Police Department as an intern. Detective Walter Marshall is overworked and unsatisfied. Takes place post-film.

Chapter Summary: Walter and Kamaria explore aspects of their relationship, including control and vulnerability. This chapter is pretty emotional, so heed the warnings!

Chapter warnings: Walter says ‘Fuck’ a lot, soft!Dom!Walter, spicy texting, sexting, unrealistic working hours of a detective I’m sure of it, emotional moments, flashback to a violent incident, aftercare

A/N: Very Walter-centric chapter. I wanted to get inside his head. But also, Kamaria is my protagonist, so I made her the beginning and end of the chapter. Un-beta’d, we die like people who tried their best.

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Cover Art by me

Cross-posted on AO3

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Kamaria’s POV

Monday Night

I had to call him Sir at least once. For science. Just to see if my hypothesis was correct. And it was. Seems my ‘handsome stranger’ likes to be in charge. And I like the thought of him in charge. A few other thoughts run through my mind at that.

My shyness went right out the door! I can’t believe I just told this man that his growl went straight to my kittycat. Well, I did use an emoji. But he understood very well.

And he didn’t have to growl like that and get me all hot and bothered, had me squeezing my thighs together the whole ride home.

And he called me Princess! My submissive ass was salivating so I had to drop another ‘Yes Sir’.

I ate my salad and got into bed so quickly to sate this need, my head could have spun. After I quenched my appetite in various ways, a thought occurred to me. What happens now? How do I act around him, knowing what I know and what he knows? 

I’ll figure that shit out later, I guess. My brain is fried and my clit is blitzed. Put a fork in me, cuz I’m done. 

Damn, I can’t wait til I’m wrecked because of him…

Walter’s POV

Tuesday Morning

I wake up to my phone trumpeting ‘How Soon Is Now?’ by The Smiths. I’m still in my clothes from last night, my half-hard dick still out. Awesome. I gently tuck myself back in, noting that the skin is still sensitive to the touch. I did promise to beat it like it owed me money.

I silence my phone and think back to last night. Texting with Kam had been…enlightening. Turns out my suspicions were correct. She likes to be submissive, maybe even a little bratty too. I’ll tame her only if she gets out of line. 

Can’t say I didn’t enjoy it. If she liked the growl, she’ll enjoy my feral side. But I won’t get ahead of myself. Haven’t even kissed her yet.

Yet being the keyword. I plan on devouring her lips. Both sets. There I go getting ahead of myself again. I wonder if she’s thinking the same thing.

I shoot her a quick text, I want her to know I’m thinking of her.

Me: Good morning Beautiful

I set my phone to the side and get undressed to take a shower. As I’m getting the water to temperature, my phone dings twice.

Kam: No ‘Princess’?

Kam: 🥺

That fucking emoji is gonna be the death of me, I am declaring it right now.

Me: Good morning beautiful Princess

Me: Is that better?

Kam: Yessssssss

Kam: NOW I can start my day 😉

Kam: How did you sleep?

Me: I passed right out after a little…strenuous activity.

Let’s see how she handles that.

Kam: I also passed out after some ‘strenuous activity’.

Kam: A shame we couldn’t have coordinated that better…

Sounds like she handled that like a champ, and she is insinuating we could have helped each other. This woman!

Me: Are you saying we could have…

Me: Helped each other, Princess?

A full thirty seconds pass before my phone dings again. By that time, I am already in the shower. She will just have to wait. And I will have to wait as well, even though I could just as easily look at the lock screen from the shower door. Nah, patience is the key here. Patience for me and perhaps anxiety for her. I finish my shower, not toweling off, and reach for my phone which has dinged multiple times by now.

Kam: I mean there is always FaceTime

Kam: And I do live pretty close to work

Kam: So in essence, we are probably close to each other

Kam: Not that I’m saying I’m ready for a FaceTime booty call

Kam: Or another kind of booty call

Kam: It’s been…a while for me 🥺

Me: How long has it been Princess?

Kam: Over a year 😫

A fucking year? And no one has turned that pussy into mincemeat? Why am I suddenly angry? I know why. It’s because my brain can’t fathom this woman not getting everything she wants all the time.

Me: Was that by choice? Bad breakup? 

Kam: You don’t know the half of it. 

Kam: But I wanna tell you about it. Just not over text, in person is better.

Me: I’m all ears. When you’re ready.

Me: There is no rush Princess

Kam: Thank you Sir, ok I need to shower and get ready

Me: I already showered

Me: [image sent]

Why the fuck do I always have sender’s remorse? It’s only my chest, not my dick or anything. Oh, but my Adonis belt is visible a tad. And I’m still wet from the shower.

Kam: 🥵🥵🥵

Kam: Sir!!! 

Kam: That’s what you’re hiding under those layers??

Me: Lol 

Kam: I wanna rub my hands through that thicket of hair

Me: And here I thought Princess was a shy one

Kam: Oh, I’m not as shy with texting…

Kam: I haven’t even kissed you yet

Kam: And I’m already thinking of other ways to use my mouth

Kam: 🤤😛

Kam: How am I gonna focus at work?

Me: Keep calm and Carry On Princess

Kam: 😡

There’s my little brat. Let’s see how far she takes it.

Me: Is that backtalk??

Kam: NO!!!!!!

Kam: I just…am frustrated now

And she can reign it in after a little encouragement. I like that.

Me: Good. Stay frustrated. 

Kam: 🥺

Me: Get ready for work Princess

Me: I’ll see you soon

Me: Text me when you get there

And with that, I put down my phone and get ready for my day and ignore whether or not my phone dings.

Walter’s POV

Tuesday Morning (continued)

I’m out the door after a while, ending up in the parking lot. Not in my usual spot as it was taken by a cute little silver Toyota, the driver checking herself out in the rearview mirror. I could crash this truck staring at her.

Me: You’re at work

Me: But I didn’t receive a text telling me so

Me: Hmm 🤔

Kam: I swear I just got here

Kam: I promise!!

Kam: Wait where are you??

Me: Be a good girl and go on in

Kam: Yes Sir

Not even an ounce of brattiness. Just an obeyed command. Fuck. I watch as she exits her car and locks it, walking towards the entrance. I exit my vehicle, just to the left of her, watching as she walks right by and into the building, smiling as she does. I notice she is wearing a heather grey box-pleat skirt and the way it hugs that ass is magical, the tops of her pink thigh-high socks are visibly hugging those deliciously thick thighs.

I send off a few texts as I follow behind her a few paces back.

Me: Hate to see you go

Me: Love to watch you leave 

Me: 🍑

Me: A thing of beauty

I wait until she looks up at me from her phone screen and I toss her a grin, brushing past her as I walk to my office. Imperceptibly to anyone else around us, of course. We just look like two colleagues exchanging pleasantries.

Kam: Thank you 😊

Kam: Have to get to work now Sir

Me: Good girl

Me: Busy day today, but I’ll be sure to walk you out later

Me: See you then

Kam: See you later Sir

And with that, I ignore my phone for the rest of the day. 

Not that I had to, Kam behaved herself. Every time I peeked at her desk, I saw that she was typing away on whatever assignment she was given. She goes out to lunch with the twins again today. I’m glad she is forming a routine here. Something to keep her busy on days I can’t seem to get a break. Like today.

Rachel barges in around 3 pm, fire in her eyes. No doubt something went wrong with the search teams this morning.

I was right, in a way.

“He lied,” Rachel scowls, throwing down the map of the bodies, “Not about the first four. The last body on this map isn’t who he said it would be. Why lie? I mean, after all the work you did to get it out of him. After all the work I put into this.” She sits in the chair across from me defeatedly.

Even after all this time, it’s hard to watch her be upset.

“Look, this is still a win. Even if he only gave us four out of five, that’s four more than we originally had. Four families can lay their loved ones to rest,” I tilt my head to try and reason with her, “This guy probably doesn’t even realize that he just made his situation worse by exposing that information.”

“You’re right. This is a win,” she blows out a satisfied breath, “I mean, if anything, now we have six confirmed kills. How often do killers bury their victims in the same place as another killer right?” 

It would almost be comical if it wasn’t about murder.

“Exactly. Now, we need to get the location of that last body. Are you up for that?” I ask, secretly hoping she wants me to rough him up again.

“Yeah, I got this. If I need you, I’ll send Harper to come to collect you,” She stands up and reaches for my hand over the desk. 

I take hers, knowing she just needed a positive touch in that moment. “You got this,” I say, letting her hand go after a slight squeeze.

“Detective Marshall?” Kamaria stands in my doorway, file in one hand, the hem of her pink button-up sweater clutched in the other hand. 

Fuck.

Rachel lets go of my hand a little too slowly, waving as she hightails it out of my office.

“Um, the file you requested on, uh,-”

“That wasn’t what it looked like, Kam,” I get up and close the door slightly, making sure Rachel is down the hall. I stand just within arm’s reach.

“So, you weren’t holding her hand?” Her bottom lip quivers and I hate myself for being the cause of it.

“I did hold her hand, but it was nothing more than a friendly gesture. She’s dealing with a tough case at the moment. I just wanted to let her know I’m here for her. I promise that’s all.” I’m rambling now, it would seem.

“And you don’t like her?” She clutches the file to her chest, not yet looking me in the eye.

“I used to like her,” I watch as she stiffens slightly, “Now I barely tolerate her. She’s my ex.”

She finally looks up at me, an unshed tear in her eye. “Do you like me?”

“Yes,” I take the file from her hands and throw it on my desk. Using my thumb, I wipe at the tear as it threatens to fall upon her cheek, “I like you.”

“I like you too, I promise I’m not some jealous little girl and I probably have no right to be anyway. I just don’t have a good history with my ex and I saw her hand in yours and I…just…” She rattled on, wrapping her arms around herself and clutching the fabric of her sweater through shaky fingers.

“You have every right to be confused right now. I comforted my ex, the ex who literally told me she doesn’t need me. But let me make one thing clear,” I take her hands in mine and lean down so my forehead touches hers, “Yours are the hands I want to hold.” 

I can feel her breathing pick up as she tilts her head to look from the door back to me. I don’t see the kiss coming, but the surprise of it has me reeling. Feeling her lips against mine is like breathing for the first time. Our tongues mingling is akin to tasting water after being in the desert. My hands long to wander but settle against her face. Our first kiss ends in panting breaths and passion restrained.

“Fuck,” is all I can croak out.

“Ditto,” she smiles, landing another peck at the corner of my mouth. 

“Do you have plans tonight?” I put feelers out, wondering if she’d like to continue this.

“You tell me, Sir,” she is delighted when that response earns her a low growl. We are so close, I’m sure she can feel it rumble in my chest.

“Let me cook for you at my place tonight. We can talk and spend time together,” I press, hoping this isn’t too soon to invite her over.

“I’d like that,” she leans back to look into my eyes, “May I have one more kiss? Just one and then I’ll go and let you get back to work.”

“Just one?” I ask, sly grin unhidden. She nods, biting her bottom lip. I reach up and tug that lip free of her teeth and lean in. I debate saying ‘No’ to watch her squirm, but we both need this.

I put my hand behind her head and slot our mouths together. Promises untold and wishes unmade dream up an expanse that we occupy for a few moments more. We pull back to catch our breaths, and before I take her right here on my desk.

“Go back to work, Princess. We have about,” I check my watch and look back to her, “An hour and a half til the end of the day. Think you can make it without letting your mind wander too much?” I question. My thumb is ghosting over her bottom lip before she takes the digit into her mouth, letting it go with a little sucking sound. That goes right to my dick and it takes everything out of me to not adjust right myself right in front of her.

“I can handle it, Sir” she murmured, stamping a kiss on the tip of my nose, “The question is, can you?” She moves to back out of the office, but I pull her back in, spinning her around so that her back is flush against me.

I growl lowly, nuzzling into her ear while holding her hips against the evidence of her handiwork. “Feel that, Princess? That is all your doing. No one else does that to me,” I admitted, letting her try and squirm against me before guiding her toward the door again, “Feel free to think about that, and thanks again for the file.” I bellow, smiling at her as I opened the door for her to leave.

She is visibly flustered but wipes it away before going back to her desk without another word. This is too much fun. 

Walter’s POV

Tuesday Evening

At about twelve after five, a knock on my door pulls my attention. Kamaria stands there, holding her coat and purse while dramatically checking a non-existent watch on her wrist. 

“Quarter past a freckle, is it?” I shake my head and she laughs, coming all the way into the office. 

“A freckle, indeed,” she teased, “I have a request, by the way. And you’re more than welcome to deny the said request. But you did also say that ‘mine are the hands you want to hold’ though”, she encouraged while doing a spot-on posh English accent to mimic my words. 

“And your request would be…?” I wondered, watching as her face adorably scrunches up in thought, “Does Princess want to hold my hand as we walk out?” The look of disbelief on her face is 100% worth overcoming my fear of public displays of affection.

“How…ok, maybe I did make it a bit obvious. But I also wanna see Nina and Sophie’s faces when they realize I wasn’t joking about having my eye on someone. They kept trying to get me to talk to the waiter at the diner and give him my number.” She twirls one of her locs around a finger, while I push down the urge to get jealous about a waiter making eyes at her.

“I’ll hold your hand on the way out, under one condition,” She tilts her head and raises her eyebrows as I speak, curious about what she’ll have to agree to. “You let me eat you out tonight until I’m satisfied. No more, no less.” I dared, searching her eyes for intimidation of any kind.

“Hold up, you’ll hold my hand AND you wanna eat me out? Say less! Let’s get out of here, Sir,” she gushed, no doubt forgetting the phrase ‘until I’m satisfied’. 

She’ll remember soon enough.

I stand up, grabbing my coat from the hook by the door. I reach out my hand to hold hers, and she smiles, locking our fingers. We walk out of my office, and down the hallway. I throw on my coat and help Kam into hers. The baffled faces of the twins as we walk by are more than enough, but the sputtering Nina does as I kiss Kam’s cheek is enough to do it all over again. Kam waves goodnight to her friends and we exit the building.

We walk to her car and I make sure she has my address programmed into her phone’s GPS before kissing her through the open car window. I get in my truck, pull out and wait for her to follow me. Before long, we are in the driveway and I’m taking her hand to help her out.

Walter’s POV

Tuesday Evening (continued)

While I am in the kitchen, whipping up a quick penne alfredo, I allow Kam to roam through the living room. She turns on a playlist from her phone to play on my Bluetooth speaker. She seems to like music that she can move to, and I do enjoy watching. As I set up our plates on the dining room table, I watch as she sways to a favorite of mine, ‘Human’ by Rag’n’Bone Man. 

‘Oh, some people got the real problems

Some people out of luck

Some people think I can solve them

Lord heavens above

I'm only human after all

I'm only human after all

Don't put the blame on me

Don't put the blame on me’

I walk up behind her and slot my arms around her waist, swaying along with her. “Dinner is ready, Princess,” I informed, leaning to kiss her cheek. She beams at me, peeking around me at the table.

“It smells wonderful and I am starving,” she piped over the sound of the music. 

She turns the volume down on the speaker and switches it to some light classical music. I recognize a piano arrangement of ‘Pure Imagination’ as she comes to join me at the table. I pull out her chair for her and she allows me to do so, my love language on full display. I sit across from her and nod for her to eat.

“I don’t think I’ve ever had anyone cook for me before. I’m in my early thirties and I’m being romanticized and I’ll be honest, I don’t quite understand how to process this,” she says, twirling some noodles on her fork, “So, I’m doing what I always do and I’m letting my brain force words out of my mouth at high speed.” She stops herself, shoving almost too much food into her mouth and the most sinful moan follows. Noticing the smile on my face as I chew my first bite, she realizes all too quickly that I enjoy her sounds as she does mine.

“Good?” I surmise as she tries to hide her enjoyment.

“Very good,” she nods, stopping before taking another bite, “I absolutely love pasta. I’ve never met a pasta I don’t like. From a simple spaghetti to an intricate tagliatelli. I fucking love it. I love food. I’m sure that’s evident, right?” She shakes her head at herself, no doubt berating herself for putting herself down.

I put my fork down and put my hand over hers. “You know, it’s not hard to see your inner struggle with self-confidence. But, if I may say, the way you immediately try and correct yourself is astounding. In the same breath, you reign it in. A lot of us wish we had the same power. Don’t sell yourself so short.” I posit, trying to reassure her.

“I know that self-confidence is not exactly my strong suit. But I am confident about certain things in my life. Like my fashion sense and my taste in music,” she pauses, putting down her fork, “But before you? My preference for companionship left a lot to be desired.”

“How so?” I prod, giving her the space to talk freely.

“Um, that’s a long story honestly. But I want you to know the long and short of it, so I’ll just come out with it. I was in a long-term Dom/sub relationship where I was emotionally abused. And he went on to cheat on me multiple times…with my best friend of all people, which is why I find it difficult to trust most people. When I find a connection with someone, I tend to latch on to them tightly or push them away completely. I feel like I only know two emotions sometimes. Fear and loneliness.” Her hands reflexively flex, as if they are grabbing at the air. I place mine over hers and squeeze, urging her to continue.

“My ex, Christopher, and I met in college where we were art majors. He was absolutely beautiful. Sun-kissed skin, gorgeous blonde hair like spun gold, and these eyes that could draw you in making you feel like you were the only one in the room. We were like night and day, complete opposites. But he was relentless in his pursuit of me. He used to say I was his muse, a real starving artist type, ya know? Even though his parents paid for everything. Pretty soon, he moved me into his loft, with promises of love and understanding and I fell for every line he could throw out. Every lie, I fell for. Every half-truth, I believed. I was in love and nothing else mattered.” She squeezes my hand, and I rub the back of hers with my thumb.

“Soon after I agreed to marry him, he began to refer to me as his property. I was his, but he was never truly mine. He would comment on my weight, restricting my diet and putting on what I later realized were diet pills. He would say my best friend Britnee and I would be the perfect soulmate for him if we could somehow meld our personalities and bodies together. I would just laugh, I had no idea that I was being abused. I thought I was just in love with someone who wanted me to be better for them. And by better, what it really meant was, completely different. He wanted a doll. Someone he could parade around and do hideous acts to. Someone who wouldn’t complain about being mistreated.” Her breathing picks up and her eyes become vacant.

“He had never raised his hand to me in anger until the night I found out he and Britnee were having sex. There were times, of course, when he would take a ‘scene’ too far but I was able to bury those after a while. I told him I was leaving. He told me I couldn’t leave because I had no one to run to. That was true, my mother had given up on me completely when I was a child because she never wanted to be a mother. And my Dad was halfway across the world, working on his photography career. I was alone except for those two people who were draining me. One who treated me like a doormat and one who wanted what I had, weirdly enough. I walked in on them in our fucking bed and he gets mad at me, punching me full-force in the jaw. I barely reacted, I just knew I was done. When I say I barely reacted, it is a slight misjudgment of action. I picked up the nearest thing I could, my old sculpture of a heart I did my first week of art school and I hit him over the head with it.” I can only stifle a gasp, not sure where this was headed, but my interest was piqued tenfold at that moment.

“I hit him so hard that it knocked him out, and gave him a bit of brain damage as well. My Dad always told me that if a man raises his hands to a woman, she has every right to defend herself to whatever degree necessary. So, I did. And he never pressed charges against me. I doubt he even really remembers a lot of what he did. If he did, pressing charges would only shed light on the emotional abuse I suffered, so why bother?” She peeks at me for a second before continuing.

“I left that night. Never saw Britnee again either. And last I heard, Christopher was in rehab and quit art school. I was hospitalized soon after. I had gone to class for weeks after the incident until one day, I just stood up in class and started screaming and wouldn’t stop until EMTs were called and I was sedated. It was like my energy reserves were finally depleted. I had nothing left to hold onto. I was in the hospital for a week or two, medicated and getting therapy to deal with PTSD from being with a narcissistic lover and a terrible best friend. Until Nina and Sophia, I gave up on finding friends and letting people in. They still don’t know the details, but they know I had a bad breakup over a year ago. But I wanted to tell you the truth, I want you to know everything. So you can decide if I’m worth it.” She adds in the last sentence almost as a whisper.

“Where is Christopher now?” I coaxed, worried about her safety.

“Last I heard, and that was a year ago, he moved with his Dad back to Europe to be closer to his family. He still doesn’t remember what happened and I’m not sure I want him to.”

I place my hand on her cheek, ghosting over her warm skin. “Thank you for telling me. It means a lot to me that you would trust me with your past enough to bring me into the loop. And, please, believe me, this only makes me understand you more. It does not make me want to stop getting to know you.” She latches on to my hand where it rests on her cheek and locks eyes with me.

“Even after all I’ve said, you still want to be with me?” She chokes out, her armor cracking under the pressure of her truth.

“Of course I do, Princess. I, very much, still want to be with you. If you’ll let me,” I let go of her as she rounds the dining table and falls into my lap, crying her eyes out. “Shhh, I’m here, baby girl.” I cling to her in my arms, as tight as I can manage to try and convey that she is truly safe now.

I pick her up in my arms and carry her to the couch. I hold her in my lap and rest her head on my chest, running my thumb along her cheek as tears fall. “I’m right here, I’m not letting go.” I hum, rocking her back and forth in my arms.

“I…don’t like…seeming…weak,” she cries, still trying to hold onto a strong thread of her past.

“And you don’t seem weak. You are so strong for telling me. So strong. And I am so proud of you. Now, let me be strong for you, ok? You just reopened some old wounds and your body and spirit are going to need to rest. So let them. And I’ll be right here when you’re ready to talk again. I’m not going anywhere, Angel.” I kiss her forehead as she settles into me.

“You…wanted to…be intimate. I ruined it,” she whimpers, clutching my arms as I hold her tight.

“No, you didn’t ruin a thing. Don’t worry about that, my main concern is your safety and your comfort. You will never be alone as long as I’m here, I promise you that. Now, rest. I’ll be here when you wake up.” I feel her body snuggle down and relax into me. 

Kamaria’s POV

Tuesday Evening 

I awake late in the evening, still perched on Walter’s lap. His arms are still around me, his head tilted against the back of the couch. Soft snores escape his lips, his chest rising and falling in a comforting rhythm. I look at the clock on the bookshelf as it blinks at 9:27. The Bluetooth speaker now softly playing ‘Clair de Lune’. 

I look back to Walter as he shifts in his sleep, never letting me go. The serenity in which we sit contradicts our earlier conversation. I try and reconcile that I needed aftercare after speaking about my past relationship. I did lay it all out on the line, I’m actually not that surprised that my entire body needed a recharge.

I listen to the song float on to the ending and reach up to caress Walter’s face. He slowly smiles, eyes still closed, turning his head to kiss my palm.

“There’s my Angel,” he looks down at me, “How are you feeling?”

“Lighter, like a weight, has been lifted,” I sighed, placing my hand on his chest, “You’re the first person outside of my therapist to know about all this.”

“Thank you for letting me in, for trusting me with it,” he cooed, placing his hand over mine.

“For the record? I also like being called Angel, especially in this kind of setting,” I admit, not wanting to use the word and risk embarrassment.

“Do you mean especially during aftercare?” he soothed, no doubt reading my mind.

“Yes,” I mumble, cuddling into him, “and I really like to hear ‘Clair de Lune’. It helps to ground me.”

“Alright. I think I’ve got it. Hold you tight, call you Angel, and play your comfort song. We’ll add to the list if need be.” His sweet voice is truly a marvel to go along with his massive frame.

We look into each other’s eyes for a beat, leaning in at the same time to press our lips together. Not as passionate as earlier in the day, but it doesn’t need to be. This kiss is more of a tenderness than a need to thrill.

“I think I need to head home, I really am still quite tired and need to let you get rest,” I mutter, secretly hoping he doesn’t ask me to stay, not knowing whether or not I’m ready to stay.

“Yes, it is late. And I wouldn’t want you feeling too tired for work tomorrow,” he cautioned, lifting himself effortlessly with me still in his arms. He places me down on my feet and kisses my forehead. “I’ll walk you to your car, Princess.”

My tiny hand in his massive paw genuinely makes my heart flutter as we take our time to kiss goodbye, leaning against my car. I could kiss him until the sun rises, but instead, he pulls away and straightens my coat collar around my neck. I’m not used to being cared for and I think he can tell, but he still does the most anyway. Before he lets me go, he pulls off his sweater and shoves it in my hands, making me promise to text him when I get home. Did I just get a ‘boyfriend sweater’ shoved at me? 

I get home, immediately shedding layers in the bedroom and putting on his sweater, sending a quick text.

Me: Home now!

Walter Marshall: Is it weird I gave you a jumper and not a hoodie?

Me: It smells like you, I’ll take all the jumpers you wanna donate

Walter Marshall: You’re wearing it now aren’t you

Me: [image sent]

Walter Marshall: It suits you

Walter Marshall: Godddd those legs

Walter Marshall: Can’t wait to have them wrapped around me

Me: Around your shoulders or your hips?

Me: 😈

Walter Marshall: Both?

Walter Marshall: Both.

Walter Marshall: Both are good.

Me: Dork

Walter Marshall: You like this dork and he likes you back so what does that make you

Me: Seriously lucky 😇

Walter Marshall: Good. 

Walter Marshall: It’s late Princess

Walter Marshall: Ready for bed?

Me: Ready

Me: Cuddle me?

Walter Marshall: Always

Walter Marshall: Night Princess

Me: Night Sir

A/N: It was touch and go there for a second, hope you enjoyed it!! 💜����

Chapter 4

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[seeyouonsaturn]

Hello! I've recentlyl found your blog and it's made me so nostalgic. You've managed to find fanart that I thought was lost to time. I was in love with prowl back in 2009 and these days he's a platonic f/o! I ship to optimus and bulkhead now! I'd very much like to hear about your oc! (selfshipping-haven)

AW THANK YOU!! God yeah he was my first real love tbh. I'd had little baby crushes before but Prowl unlocked things in me I didn't even know I had when I discovered TFA in 2011. I didn't even really speak English back then, I didn't understand half of what those guys were even saying but he was everything to me.

I haven't thought about transformers in over a decade until I recently made a new friend who's a fan, and at some point TFA came up and I sort of mentioned that I used to be in love with Prowl, so then one thing led to another and I looked him up just for nostalgia and oh. I remember him. We were in love. Turns out those feelings never left. So here I am.

Thinking back now I realized that there's a lot of things about my personality/me as a person that connect back to Prowl, because kid me wanted to be more like him, and I did, but I completely forgot where it all started. I do love that I succeeded to grow into a person he would like, it means so much to me. Coming back to TFA honestly feels like coming home. Returning to my roots.

Anyway, excuse the autistic rambling <3 I much appreciate this ask, it means a lot that someone actually cares enough to ask!! Looking at your blog though, I don't think you'd like Trixie very much, since her ship/story is pretty fucked up lmao.

I have two OCs I ship with Prowl (HEAR ME OUT LOL) mom said i could have two Prowl ships

So. The first one, Ash, I made when I was 13, and they were a very made-by-autistic-child-esque overpowered self-insert. They had a different name and gender back then because I did too but the concept remains sort of the same: Prowl falls in love with a human, all is good for a while, and then there is an accident that results in Ash nearly dying, becoming techno-organic to save their life, and sporting a huge scar. I thought it was awesome, then later decided it was cringe, and now I realized it's actually based af so I revived them. I am cringe but I am free. Ash is great.

Enjoy a preview. Kitty cat. I love cats more than anything and this is a self insert so of COURSE they have kittycat ears!! Probably processor over matter'd them into existence too through sheer willpower. Because they're neat.

But I did have a phase in I think 2019 where I briefly got back into TFA (but not deeply) and wanted a new OC, because I was in a very sad "noooo you can't ever make anything ✨️cringe✨️" phase. Dark times. I don't know why I let people convince me there could ever be harm in my joy. So I scrapped Ash and made a bot OC instead, because the whole humanxbot thing felt too self-indulgent to be allowed. And thus came Bird. (She also had a different name, but I revamped her completely in the past weeks).

I love Bird. She's honestly my main transformers oc. Bird starts out as a decepticon named PHANTOM-2918-4 (aka Phantom), who's tasked to spy on the Autobots, but over time she instead falls in love with Earth's nature and critters and realizes she wants to protect them, not harm them. Prowl decides to take a chance on her and train her (since Yoketron took a chance on him too). She changes her name to Bird because she loves birds most, since they can fly like her, but the ability isn't associated with evil.

Unlike Ash though, Bird x Prowl doesn't have a good ending because in Bird!canon, the finale still happens. She stays behind on Earth alone after everyone else leaves to protect it and honor Prowl's memory, but he's very much gone. She gets Yoketron's helmet. Their ship song is actually what this blog is named after (Saturn from Sleeping at Last).

[dapandapod]

For the hug prompts: 9, 13, 27, 40.

They're all amazing prompts and I narrowed it down to those four with a lot of effort, lol.

The hug that feels like home is my favourite though. A

s someone who (because of covid) will see their mum for the first time in 18 months tomorrow evening, where she can visit me, but I still can't go home, that hug is going to feel like home ❤ (sorry I didn't mean to get all rambly)

Hello love! It is my honor to recieve these chosen four, and uh. Sorry my brain went and made it a wee bit angsty.... Hope you like it! Because I tried to get all of them!!

9, the hug that feels like home 13 the hug to hide your tears 27, the hug you didn’t know you needed 40 post-nightmare hug

Pairing: Lambden

Warnings: Near death experience, possibly ptsd, mention of past torture and scars? I tried to make it soft, but there is a lot of sad in there

This is Aiden returning to Lambert after presumed being dead. Enjoy!

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Aiden wakes up with a start, his breath coming fast, heart trying to beat its way out of his chest.

He can still feel it. The cold breath of death on his neck, the numbness in his limbs. The pain where the arrows had hit home, where his shoulder still aches long after healing.

Time has passed since then, but no time can distance him from the memories. It doesn’t matter how far he runs, every night he feels it, every night he wakes up, body forcing itself upright in it’s panic to stay alive.

The room is empty. Both his swords lie at the side of his bed and downstairs the cooks of the inn are waking up and preparing for the day. He is all alone, but as tears prickle his eyes he feels the need to hide.

Sitting up and leaning against the wall, Aiden hides his face against his legs. Sobs tear through him, and he clenches his teeth to muffle the sound, hugging his thighs tightly. The fear just won’t let him go.

It takes him the better part of an hour to calm down, and then he resigns himself to his morning routines. It is no miracle he is alive, it was painstaking work. His muscles need to be reminded of that work, how to give when he stretches and bends.

He is fine.

He is alive.

It is enough.

The path leads ahead, and where he would usually stroll with no care in the world, he is hesitant to go now. He isn’t sure Lambert still wants him around.

They didn’t part on the best terms, and then That happened.

This is Lambert's territory. No cats allowed.

But the only decent inn around here, The Peddler, is that one inn where Aiden and Lambert usually met up after a long time apart. And with Aiden’s body still in the shape it is, he can’t afford to sleep too often on the ground anymore.

It will be fine. Lambert will never know, he will just be there over the night. No harm done.

Turns out, it isn’t fine.

When Aiden enters the dimly lit inn, Lambert is already there. His eyes go wide when they lock onto the cat witcher, and Aiden suddenly finds it really hard to breathe. He stands in the doorway, indecision plaguing him. He could just turn around, leave, ride far away from here and pretend nothing happened. Or, he could listen to his body, not give a shit about Lambert, rent a room and get the fuck out of sight.

Both are tempting options.

The decision gets made for him however when Lambert stands up, chair scraping against the floor.

Fuck. He can’t stay. Not with what they had yelled at each other last time. Not when those burning eyes radiate anger and betrayal.

Aiden turns around and steps back out into the falling darkness. He shouldn’t have come here.

He makes it as far as the stables when Lambert catches up to him. Aiden hears him coming, but he doesn’t… do anything about it. Something small inside him whispers that maybe he wanted Lambert to find him. That he missed him.

That thought hurts more than any arrows, any torture, any nightmares.

With a hand on his shoulder he is turned around, shoved against one of the wooden beams.

“What the fuck, Aiden!” Lambert hisses. “I thought you were dead.”

“Well, I’m clearly not.” Aiden retorts.

It’s been a while. Years, if he was being honest. Lambert's hand on Aiden’s bad shoulder tightens and he can’t help but wince. The other witcher notices, frowning and gentling his grip.

“Where have you been? Have you been avoiding me all this time?”

Always straight to the point, Lambert.

“For a while.” Aiden admits, no point lying about it.

Lambert keeps staring at him so Aiden has to look away. His heart is aching just looking at the wolf again.

“And the rest of it?” Lambert insists. “Kitten, your eye--”

“Please.” Aiden interrupts him. He knows what he looks like now. “Not here.”

Lambert looks at him for a moment, and then he sighs.

“I am not letting you run away again.” Lambert mutters, catching his wrist instead when Aiden tries to shrug him off.

Whatever travel companion Lambert had found, they are ignored now. Lambert leads Aiden up a set of rickety stairs and down a familiar hall. They usually rent the double room down the hall, but Lambert had no reason to this time. Instead they walk to the room right across, Lambert pushing him inside with a hand on his lower back.

There is only one bed in here, crammed in with a small writing desk filled with Lamberts projects. Half of them being bombs and somewhat dangerous experiments to let lying around unguarded.

The room looks well lived in, actually. Clothes are thrown haphazardly over the only chair and a few plates are stacked on top of the chest by the foot of the bed.

“Been living here for long?” Aiden asks. “Not like you.”

Lambert doesn’t even reply, just turns to face Aiden. It is a little bit intimidating, having someone stare at him so intently, seeing him.

Slowly he reaches out, giving Aiden plenty of time to back out of reach. Aiden can’t move, can’t think.

Lambert’s thumb reaches out and traces one of the new scars on his cheek. Aiden closes his eyes, and then Lambert’s arms are around him crushing him.

It’s been such a long time since someone hugged him. Touched him, really, without setting a bone or sowing a wound. It startles him, how much he needed it.

And more than that, it is Lambert’s arms around him. Aiden never could say what Lambert was to him, prickly asshole as he is, but this feels right.

Safe.

It takes him a moment to realize Lambert isn’t letting him go, and Aiden finally gives in and wraps his arms around Lambert’s neck. For a long while, they just stand there, breathing each other in, enjoying the warmth, the closeness. It is like a piece of himself has been missing, and it took Lambert to hold him to feel whole again. His throat feels tight, and he pushes back. Aiden is not going to cry here.

“What happened to you?” Lambert whispers, again reaching for Aiden, again letting his thumb drag against his cheek. “I thought you… I avenged you.”

Aiden will not cry. He will not.

“Thank you.” he whispers back. “They almost had me.”

They talk very little that night. The shock of being in each other's company again puts all old disagreements on hold. Lambert doesn’t ask, but when it is time for sleep Aiden feels his eyes on his back as he removes his tunic.

“You take the bed.” He grunts, grabbing Aidens bedroll and throwing it out on the floor. No comments or pity. Again Aiden swallows around the tightness in his throat, and he falls asleep faster than he has in a long time.

It doesn’t take long for the nightmares to return. Cold breath against his neck, the strain on his muscles as the chains keep him upright, the edge of the knife pushing into his skin.

Once again he startles awake, sitting upright and gulping for air, ghost sensations of the dream crawling and clawing in the back of his mind.

Breathing is hard, and he focuses on that for a while. But this time, Aiden isn’t alone. He can hear shuffling from the floor, feel the mattress dip, and then Lambert’s warm body leaning against him. Aiden turns into him, accepting the comfort he is offering.

Whatever it is they had, whatever this is, Aiden breathes easier with Lambert near him. Lambert’s hand rub against Aiden’s bare back, pulling him closer. He tucks Aiden under his chin, cupping his neck, and all the tension in Aidens body gives out at the same time.

“It’s alright, kittycat. I got you. You are safe.”

You are home.

Lambert doesn’t say it but suddenly it is clear in Aiden’s mind. He is home. The walls don’t matter, nor the town. As long as Lambert is there to catch him when he falls, Aiden knows he is safe. How this madman, this absolute imbecil pushed himself inside Aiden’s heart is forever going to be a mystery.

As is his habit, Aiden doesn’tsleep more that night. But he allows himself to be held, to breathe in the stink of sweat and chemicals and something else that Lambert must have rolled in earlier in the day. He allows himself to feel, to remember, to talk.

Lambert listens all the while.

Their old fight is still there, but in the far back. They will talk about that too, eventually. For now, all that matters is the sun slowly climbing in the sky, Lambert’s thumb tracing back and forth behind his ear, and Aiden being allowed to lean on him, pressing his nose into his neck.

If Aiden felt a kiss against his hair, he won't mention it. If Aiden pressed a barely there kiss into his collarbone, Lambert didn’t mention it either.

For now, there is just peace, safety and home.

[blockedmite]

A Warm Surprise | Abby Anderson x Reader

You go on a camping trip that ends with meeting Abby

Abby Anderson x Fem!Reader

AN: So....

When I say soon, I mean soon. lol. I guess I just didn't have too much to add after I left off. But to start off this AN right I want to thank some very important people to me.

First I want remind everyone that this fic is dedicated to @kittycat-beans​, who is an amazing writer and an even more amazing person. Their top tier Abby fics have been a huge inspiration to write again. This fic is also in honor of @shadowcrow​, who still continues to support my every last move. They are a friend that everyone deserves.(and also helped proofread)

Next, I would like to thank my proofreaders, who also happen to be my little mini family over the last week or so. I WILL destroy anyone and anything that does as much as touch a hair on their head because I love all of them so much. <3<3<3. The proofreaders are @abbysfrenchbraid​, who is the most beautiful woman other then Abby that I have ever seen. Just a straight up German goddess. Next, @abbysfirstlove​, who is the most adorable little sweet cake anyone can imagine. I will protect that smol bean with my life. Next, @jessicamparker​, who I can never take seriously. lol. She is an absolutely adorable and chill bean that everyone deserves to vibe and vape with. 

So, if that’s everyone, I’ll give you the stats on this fic now. This is a Modern AU with Abby as a lumberjack and a Fem!Reader. This is chapter 2 of 10. It’s is 1.4K words. 

Warnings:

cursing

some angst

Enjoy!

A Warm Surprise

Chapter 2: Rescued

“I really need to go get some wood.” Abby thought. 

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It was white, it was cold, and it was miserable. 

You walked for what seemed like hours. The horrible, god-forbidden cold just would not let up. Your legs had long since adjusted to your movement but now they were fighting the cold with the rest of your body. Your arms clung to your sides and your breathing was stuttered. You couldn’t feel your fingers or toes. You swore that hypothermia was going to set in soon if you didn’t make it to your car.

Speaking of your car, where the hell was that thing, anyway? You have been walking in its general direction for what seemed like miles. It couldn’t be that far, it was just a short hike. 

“Where is it?” You thought. “Please...I can't be...I can't be….No! I am not lost. I know where I am.”

You pushed the thought of you being lost out of your head. If there was anything that shouldn't be happening now, it's you being lost. Lost out in the middle of a white, freezing blizzard. But the more you kept trying to push the thought away, the more you kept thinking about it and the more it kept making sense.

You were absolutely terrified. You had already ran out of your tent in a panic to get out of the cold. It was a very likely chance that you ran the wrong way. You had no way of checking whether or not you were going the right way either. You still couldn't see anything, so you could have been walking in a circle this entire time with no landmarks to orient yourself.

With your thoughts now on landmarks, you realized that you never passed that little stream you crossed when first finding your spot. Or went back past that huge salt rock. Or passed that huge, old tree that was split in half. 

You were in the middle of nowhere. 

You damn near screamed. There was no way you could be lost. You had to know where you were. You had to be somewhere after all, right?

You looked around in a panic. You looked for…...something. Anything. Anything that could give you a sign of where you were. You looked through the thick falling snow. You saw bare trees and bushes. You looked at the sky and saw dark grey clouds. You looked behind you and saw nothing but your own tracks being quickly covered up by the snow. You looked back in front of you to find nothing, just like before. 

You kept looking forward. Moving step by step, further into the frozen hell that awaited you. You kept moving until you saw it. You saw something moving in the snow, it was flapping around wildly in the wind.

It was bright orange and low to the ground. A tent! You had stumbled into someone else's camping site! You finally found a place to stay. Oh thank god. These people could definitely help you or let you stay. They must have some good camping equipment to stay out in this fucking weather. Now all you had to do was………

“No.” You thought.

“Oh please God. No! NOOOOO!”

You stumbled into your own camping site again. You had walked in a complete circle.

 You were lost. 

You stared at the bright orange tent flapping in the wind, making you sick. You barely saw your sleeping bag buried under the snow in front of the tent where you had left it. You could see that the snow had made its home inside of the tent’s open front. You were frozen in place and it wasn’t because of the cold.

If you were being completely honest, you wanted to die. You just wanted to lay down and let the cold overtake you. Let the white, pure snow cover up your cold, rotten body and be discovered later. You wondered how long it would take. Would the search party come after your 10-day trip was over? Maybe a week after? Months? Years? Who would even notice that you were gone? Who would even care if they noticed? There was no one and nothing for you back in Jackson. Sure as hell nothing here for you in Seattle. What was even the point anymore? 

Why were you even alive anymore?

“FUCK YOU SEATTLE!!” You thought, “If I want to die somewhere, it’s sure as hell won’t be in Seattle in the middle of the fucking woods.”

You didn’t know where this new burst of energy came from but you didn’t complain. Everything inside of you was starting to burn. Burn with rage. Burn with frustration. Burn with the passion to get the fuck out of this blizzard.

You still couldn't see anything but you were going to find your way. If that meant bumping into and rubbing every tree you could find with your numb fingers until they bleed, then so be it. You had one tree in mind anyway. That huge, old oak tree split in half. It was different from all the rest anyway. If you could find that one tree you could find your way out of these woods. 

So you reoriented yourself and set out one last time. You were as close to jogging in the snow as it would allow you. Your feet felt like heavy stones and your legs were starting to ache a little. Your arms weren’t attached to your body anymore. They were swinging by your sides, helping you thrust yourself forward through the snow. Occasionally using them as little binoculars to help see through the snow a little bit.

You jogged and jogged and jogged through the snow. You keep pushing forward. All you wanted to find was some shelter. God knew that you would have gladly fallen into a hole and stayed there, if it meant getting out of this blizzard alive. Anything would do. In fact, right now you were looking for a tree. All you needed to do was find one tree. One tree in a forest full of them. That one sign of hope. That one sign of life. 

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You were running around for what seemed like hours again. 

“Not again.” You thought, “I can’t be lost again. I’m not gonna die here. Where the fuck is that tree?”

At this point, you were legit rubbing and bumping into trees. Seriously, looking up at them trying to see if you remembered it. It was clear to you that the cold was making you crazy, and now you were slowly losing your mind. You were just a crazy woman running around in a blizzard rubbing on trees. At the very least dying crazy is better than dying sane. 

But dying wasn’t an option right now. You had to find that damn tree. You kept pushing forward, albeit much slower than before. You had to be going in the right direction this time. As dreadful as coming back to your campsite was, it was helpful in pointing you in the right direction. You had to be nearing the tree eventually.

You walked and looked. You walked a little slower and looked a little harder. You were starting to lose energy quickly but your determination was still high. You were going to keep looking for that tree with the last fiber of your being. 

You were still continuing your tree rubbing when…..

“Woah!”

What the hell? Did that tree just woah at you? That's it! You were finally losing it. You were gonna go crazy and die in the middle of the woods with woahing trees. 

“What the hell? Who are you??” said the once woahing tree.

“I...I...need help-p” You said stuttering due to the cold, “Help me-e, Mr. T-Tree”

“Holy shit! How long have you been out here?”

Before you could answer, you felt the “tree” move. A hand grabbed at your back while another swapped up your feet. Next thing you knew someone, that you thought was a tree, was bridal carrying you to an unknown location.

“I have a log cabin I can take you to.” said the stranger.

Ok, scratch that. An unknown log cabin. You cursed yourself for not trying that earlier but you were kind of too busy trying not to die. Plus you happened to be walking around in circles, so what were the chances anyway. But despite everything, you were so happy that you were being carried to safety. 

You dangled lifelessly in the arms of your own personal survivor. Your body was starting to ache all over but you didn’t care. Whoever this was, you were completely ready to die in their arms.

For them to completely take you away.

“By the way, my name’s Abby.”

[purplesunrisefanfic]

Just Relax (F!Eivor/GN!reader hurt/comfort)

Masterlist

The morning after your night with Eivor doesn’t quite go as planned. Follows on from Stay.

AN: This was written for the wonderful @kittycat-beans. I am still not that familiar with the fandom but I hope y’all can enjoy it nonetheless.

Warnings: It doesn’t dwell on being super graphic but there is violence, death, burns, medical details, trauma. Because it’s me, I’m also gonna warn for lack of smut 😅 Apologies for any typos et cetera.

Translations: (Hopefully accurate)

Min skatt - My treasure

bare slapp av - just relax

søte drømmer, krigeren min - Sweet dreams, my warrior

Elskling - Darling

Pusen - My kitten

“Good morning, pusen.”

She murmurs into your ear as little kisses on your jawline help stir you awake.

“I wish I could let you sleep, then make good on part two of last night, elskling, but it will have to wait, you’re needed in the village.”

You sigh wearily as you recognise the need to rush the process of waking up instead of having the leisurely morning your scheduled day off should have allowed. “Who is griping now?” You can’t help but wonder, imagining someone who could easily wait an hour or two but hasn’t thought to consider your needs. But you’re about to become very grateful that you thought about the question and didn’t actually ask it aloud.

—

Eivor has put together a respectable breakfast, and you are so groggy you don’t notice that she holds back from telling you more than that you were “needed,” she has a good poker face too, so you don’t suspect that inside she is nervous, struggling for the words and hoping you don’t hate her later on for letting you eat without telling you. She thinks it’s best to let you get your energy while you still can, and silently prays you will forgive her slightly paternalistic deceit.

It’s only once you have eaten that she begins to rush you. She’s polite and somewhat indirect about it, bringing you clothing and fiddling with helping you get it on in a way that doesn’t feel like naughtiness or affection. You then start to wonder what’s going on.

“Is something the matter, my wolf?”

She nods grimly. “It is not a minor matter that you have been called out for, come, quickly and I will show you.”

—

The charred bodies aren’t as harrowing as the sight of the living. You are relieved to discover that all the dead had their throats slit before the fire — it appears the enemy had the honour not to burn your people alive, at least — but those that ran in, fearing people trapped inside, were burnt horrifically. Several of your people had even been caught up in collapsing tents with severe burns.

For a warrior, Eivor astounds you with her willingness to be all-but a lackey in this time of need. Somewhere in the background of your mind, past the conscious attempts to ignore the mayhem and focus on your patients, you are soothed to know that the woman you spent the night with isn’t vain. Throughout the day, it becomes clear to you that her pride isn’t the least bit threatened by being a fetcher and carrier for you. She doesn’t think twice about her elegant clothes when she scrabbles around in the dirt to pick out the precious roots of healing plants that you need. She doesn’t sneer once at the task of scrubbing dirt off of them, nor protest when you have to send some back to her for further cleaning. She doesn’t demand that you explain anything: not what the plants do or are for, not whether you “really need” so very much of them, nor why a scrub that would be more than adequate to safely eat a root vegetable won’t do for your purposes. You find out, but not until much later, that she was plenty curious about this while she worked, but felt she must shelve her curiosity to support your work.

—

Late in the day, you have plentiful supplies and only one patient left to see. Eivor perches a respectful distance away, but from the corner of your eye you notice she seems fascinated as she watches you delicate clean your patient’s wounds, mix up a painkilling herbal drink for them and then begin to freshly grind the roots into a paste, eventually applying the paste as delicately as you can to cool and soothe the wounds your final patient has suffered.

When you are finished, it suddenly hits you: the pain you’ve witnessed, the pain in your body after far too many hours of work to be healthy, the aching fatigue in your body. Dazed, you flop to lay on the ground. The cold does you no favours, but thankfully your time there is short-lived. Strong, warm arms slide under your body and pull you up into a fireman’s lift, and you look up to see Eivor looking down at you with something between awe and affection.

—

While you were working, Eivor had not only been busy with your errands. When she knew you had enough to ride you over a slightly longer wait until the next batch, she took the chance to get things arranged. She spoke to your friends to ask more of your preferences and called in some favours with her own. The result was that you returned home to find Eivor’s bathtub warm and filled, a delicious platter of vegetable-based foods ready for you to eat, and a bottle of your favourite wine chilled for you to relax with.

You’re too exhausted and emotional to take it all in, and a gentle hand covers your mouth after you stutter for a few seconds trying to find the right words of thanks.

“Hush, min skatt, bare slapp av.” Eivor whispers to you.

Eivor undresses you carefully, but doesn’t take too much time over it, focused on getting you bathed and nurtured over seducing you. Little does she know she’s doing both at once.

She carries you into the bath and you sleepily notice the scent of your favourite soap. Whenever you try to protest her doing everything — not because you don’t like it, purely out of guilt — she just repeats her earlier words, “Hush, min skatt, bare slapp av,” in a hypnotic whisper. She dries and dresses you and brings you supper in bed, along with a glass of wine. The nausea you’ve suffered all day at all you’ve seen has finally abated enough that you nibble away at the meal. You notice Eivor is pleased by this, which spurs you on to eat a little more until the plate is clear. You finish off your glass of wine and then attempt, once again, to thank Eivor.

The attempt doesn’t last too long, with her cutting you off before you can get into a long-winded speech about how you don’t believe you deserved all this care. She insists that you have been a hero today, a warrior as resilient as any other. While others cried or froze or vomited in horror at the sights, the smells and the screams, you got to work and eased more suffering alone that the rest of the large village put together. You don’t easily accept the strength of her compliments, but listening to her words soothes you a little. She’s delighted at how easily you fall asleep in her arms.

“Søte drømmer, krigeren min,” she whispers with a kiss on the hairline of your sleeping face. And despite all of the horrors of the day, your dreams are indeed sweet.

[jayankles]

Not your Bacon

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Y/N makes a split second decision to save Dean on a hunt. When she wakes up in the hospital Dean professes his love for her but she fears that it’s coming from the wrong place.

Squares filled: Little box of memories / the bunker 

Written for: @goodthingshappenbingo / @spndeanbingo

Word Count:1507

@kittycat-cas​ said: Oooh, what I want to see is hurt and comfort, super comforting Dean who is in awe of why this woman would have risked her life so selflessly - just lots of fluff - maybe some angst too if she is really hurt.

Warnings: A little angst, hospitals

It was a split second decision. You couldn’t stand there and do nothing. The werewolf growled from the other side of the warehouse, your body moved on its own accord. Jumping in front of Dean was the only thing you could think of doing. Nothing else mattered if you were going to die instead of a Winchester then you were happy to take their place.

Screaming at the top of your lungs, you felt the excruciating pain tearing through your chest. Their claws shredding through your clothes before ripping through your skin. When you thought you would hit the floor your mind went blank, a fuzzy feeling grew in your chest but you welcomed the darkness that followed.

The wind was knocked out of your body, blood spilling from your mouth as well as your chest. This is it, this is how you die. And you would either die a hero, saving the great Dean Winchester or die out of pure recklessness and it was all for nothing. Either way pretty cool death, especially because you got to save a Winchester.

*

Dean paced the waiting room of the hospital. Everything was much too white. The walls, the ceiling, the floor, the uniform. Nothing smelt right either. 

Deciding against his better judgment, Dean went back to the reception and asked if there were any updates on your condition.

“Sorry hun, no changes since the last time you asked. But I can assure you that we have the best doctors and they are going to do their best to help her, okay? I can’t offer you any more assurance than that.”

Dean apologised for his continuous question. He was just the little kid that wanted to know if he had reached his destination. He just wanted to know whether you were safe or not and he wanted to know now. It was eating him alive not knowing what condition you were in.

Returning back to an unoccupied seat, his leg bounced in place, unable to keep his anxiety at bay. There was no hiding it. Hours had passed and there was still no news. It wasn’t until he was shaken awake that he realised he had fallen asleep in one of the chairs. Even if they were uncomfortable, he was exhausted and he couldn’t help but succumb to the dreaded sleep. Dean was told that you were in critical condition but they had managed to stop the bleeding and somehow keep you steady.

He was able to see you but the doctor had told him that you wouldn’t be awake. All he could do was sit and wait, wait and see if you would wake soon, but again sleep overtook him.

*

You grunted awake. Urgh, you would know that smell from anywhere - hospital - but suddenly it was drowned out by one of the smells that you loved the most. Pure and unadulterated Dean.

In a dizzy haze, you patted the bed beside him before you accidentally smacked Dean’s head a little too hard and woke him up. You grunted again, more on the sorrowful side this time as opposed to the hurting one.

“M’sorry.” You groaned, almost whined but it soon disappeared when the nurse came in and did her rounds. She noticed that you were awake, checked your folder and asked how much pain you were in on a scale of 1 to 10. “9, I’m saving my 10 for when I’m dead.”

“Y/N, come on, you know that’s not funny.” Dean argued, his voice stern, you couldn’t help it. You were in pain but you hadn’t lost your sense of humour. “Oh, wow that is some good shit. Wow.”

“Morphine tends to do that to people.” The nurse winked and added the dosage to the chart. “We’ll keep monitoring her but with time and care, those wounds should heal up. It’ll be a pretty cool story to tell in the future.”

“Yeah, I got attacked by a werewolf!” You giggled as your eyelids became heavy, you missed the way Dean’s widened in panic. 

Dean cleared his throat, before he feigned a laugh, trying to shrug it off in front of the nurse. “Damn, morphine makes people talk shit out of their ass, huh?

“Oh yeah. Werewolf isn’t the weirdest thing I’ve heard. We’ve had ghosts, vampires, and my favourite, a man made out of cotton candy but I watched the second Scooby Doo movie. I’ll leave you be.”

“Thank you nurse.”

“No problem. Just call out if you need me.”

Dean nodded, as soon as she left he almost smacked you on your leg but he fell back into the chair with a huff. He sighed when he saw your eyes closed. “You stupid woman. Why would you do that? Why would you jump in front of me? It’s my job to take care of the ones I love most and I couldn’t stand it if you were to die because of me. You know why? Because I am crazy in love with you. You can’t die, not for me, I won’t let you.”

With a bowed head, Dean missed the tear that fell from your eye. You softly sniffled and turned away. “I don’t want to be your bacon.”

“What?”

“It’s from ‘iCarly’ Freddie saves Carly then Carly kisses Freddie and Sam tells Freddie about the time that Sam thought she was in love with a guy because he bought her Canadian bacon. Anyway, the point is, I don’t want to be your bacon or your Freddie. They thought they were in love with someone because they did something nice or saved their live.How do I know this just is out of pity?”

Dean didn’t know what to say at first. He had no idea what you were talking about until you explained it. Dean grabbed your left hand in his and rubbed his other one over your head before leaning forward, pressing a kiss to the top of your head.

*

“I’m so glad to be home.” Of course, you weren’t exactly at your home, you were at the bunker but it was close enough and the boys wanted you in close proximity just as you were healing, just until you got better.

You took short steps. Any big ones you took hurt like hell, maybe you needed to be a little less reckless as Dean as said. (Multiple times in the hospital and many times on the way home.) Sam and Cas had made their own rounds in the hospital, continuously checking up on you to see what progress you had made when it came to stitches and wounds.

Sam had immediately offered you a hot beverage, one that you gratefully accepted. One that you missed so much. You had to admit you were a tea snob, and the hospital’s tea didn’t really come up to par with your standards. Castiel followed suit, tugging on a string that exploded confetti. He was still dumbfounded by this contraption and the confused look on his face made you smile even more. The party popper was definitely an idea to behold. He then went on to offer you your favourite dessert and every other dessert under the sun. It seemed he had a good time with baking whilst his angel juice was down.

Much to your surprise, Dean left your side as soon as you were seated. Maybe you were his bacon or his Freddie after all. Just someone who saved his life and when you were starting to heal, that was it. You were disappointed to say the least but really you couldn’t have expected anything from Dean anyway. Maybe some shut eye would help you. Surely, that was all you needed, more sleep. Sleep was the answer to everything these days.

Dean came into your room a few moments later, except he wasn’t empty handed, he was carrying a shoe box and a sandwich on a plate. “I thought you could use some actual food and not and not just dessert as soon as you come back. You must be hungry.”

He set the plate down on your nightstand and sat next to you on your bed. You had your eyes on the box, you noticed that it had your name on it, after a while he opened the lid and set it aside. “Here are my most valued possessions, ones that include the two of us. There’s photos-”

“Movie tickets? Theatre tickets?” You interrupted when you took a peek in the box. “That’s so cool. What are those pieces of paper?”

Dean was reluctant, he never planned to show you this box let alone the things inside. “I never wanted to show you this way, there could have been better circumstances but you just think you’re my bacon or my Freddie but you’re my Y/N.”

Dean left the box with you, kissing the top of your head and leaving you to read or look through all the things that he collected throughout the years.

I guess you weren’t his bacon after all.

Forevers: @super100012 @lupine-princess @plaid-lover-bay25 @atc74 @growningupgeek @sophiebobzz @docharleythegeekqueen @poukothenerd @grace-for-sale @mrswhozeewhatsis @jesspfly @supernaturallymarvellous @sammysgirl1997 @roxyspearing @mogaruke @be-amaziing @deanandsamsbitch @frankiea1998 @hennessy0274-blog @spn-dean-and-sam-winchester @iwantthedean @capsheadquaters @emoryhemsworth @notmoose45 @essie1876 @cassieraider @brewsthespirit-blog @its-my-perky-nipples @riversong-sam @jotink78 @captainradicalpassion @jadalecki-jackles @spnbaby-67 @holyfuckloueh @gh0stgurl @alyssa6marie @esoltis280 @bumber-car-s @alexwinchester23 @x-waywardaf-x @thisismysecrethappyplace @randomparanoid @kellianz

Dean: @kenmen02 @ain-t-bovvered @deans-baby-momma  @ericaprice2008 @shamelesslydean @thing-you-do-with-that-thing @wingedcatninja @mayasmedberg @kurosaki224-new-blog @valerieshubin @milo-winchester-4ever @sandlee44 @ruprecht0420 @akshi8278 @smoothdogsgirl @dslocum89 @plaidstiel-wormstache @ria132love @welldonebeca @iamabeautifulperson18 @starry-chaos @deans-treasure @larajadeschmidt13 @nyxveracity​ @dean-winchesters-bacon​ @adoptdontshoppets​

[jungle321jungle]

Ten Of Swords- Level Three: The First Of Many

The world of Swords of Power and Conquest was one Virgil dove head first into, giving his soul and life to the game. He would play whenever he could, and had even decided he wanted to go into game design. At times he had even dreamt of how wonderful it would be to be inside that world for even a moment- until that world became his reality.

The familiar world he had come to love was now a foreign prison, one with no way out.

A Log Horizon AU. If you don’t know what that is, this is a Show Better Than SAO AU. If you still don’t know, the sides get trapped in a video game.

Taglist: @hells-missing-a-goat @angels-and-dreams @ollyollyoxinfree @gattonero17 @chumo-cookie @dreaming-always @anxiety-ismy-name @mrbubbajones @janustheliar

Ao3 - Masterlist

Warning: temporary character death

~~~~

Level Three: The First Of Many

Hylin��s River. 

A river which stretches through western Lirya. It begins a few towns over from the Starting Village and goes continuing through increasingly more and more dangerous places with harder monsters as you go. It was the perfect place to try and beat as many monsters as possible, or alternatively it was a good place as any to relearn how to play the game. It made sense in many ways and Virgil could certainly understand how the group had come to the agreement to train going down the river, but he couldn’t stop himself from worrying. As if the idea of monsters actually succeeding in trying to kill him wasn’t enough, they didn’t seem to be the only ones who had the idea to come here. There weren’t a great many others, but it was more than the handful he had expected. And quite frankly as a group walking around with five legendary swords and zero clue how to play anymore, they seemed like targets. Not to mention how recognizable Remus and Roman’s characters were. Despite Virgil’s instance Roman had refused to deviate from his typical knight’s greaves, samurai chest armor, and bright red hair. It seemed to him it didn’t matter how much he stuck out despite being the biggest target among them. 

Not only had TheSwordTwins put up a video discussing going against a sphinx, but Roman also had a reputation for being harsh to players who “played wrong” or those who called him a Guild Hopper, and he was also known to give negative reviews for other games he had tried. Roman was literally a living target and somehow Virgil didn’t think he would see it unless someone physically painted one on him. 

Remus however was another story. For one he had agreed to change his clothes from his usual flashy green pirate dress to a more muted one but what really made him different was that on the brother’s channel he didn’t generally review anything. He would just go through Let’s Plays of him being a mercenary for hire and his character <3getting2Dsat1 decimating wherever she went- without using a legendary sword. So yes Remus drew attention, but judging from the comments Virgil used to scroll through, he didn’t seem to draw hate.

After him Logan was certainly the most well known of the party. Every high level player, and every guild member in the game had heard of the legendary Tactician, 56Logan_Teslacoil43. Guilds would fight over him to have his expertise in a war with another, but unlike Roman he wouldn’t join a single one. His services went to those with the deeper pockets. So he was well known, but at the same time no one would be stupid enough to try to attack him. 

Then there was Dee. He was well known to those in the business of information. So the general public he was a nobody, but the people pulling the strings would know it would have to be something important to pull the lordofthelies from the shadows. 

Lastly (other than himself) was kittycat=patt or Patton. Someone which Virgil knew virtually nothing about. From what Patton had said, she was a friend of Roman and Remus’ and had aided them in a few raids but with Patton’s level being 56- the lowest of the party- Virgil couldn’t help but have... apprehensions. 

“You’re worrying too loudly, dear.”

Virgil didn’t reply as Dee put an arm around his shoulder and began walking him back toward the group. “We’re targets, Eric,” he said finally. 

“I’m aware.”

Virgil stopped walking and looked up to his friend’s face with an eyebrow raised. “You’re aware? This is when you’re supposed to tell me I’m being stupid.”

“But you’re right. We’re targets. But the only way for us to fix that is to learn faster than our pursuers do.”

“That doesn’t make me feel better.”

“It wasn’t meant to. But at the same time... everyone likes being right, right?”

Virgil could only sigh in response. 

~~~~

Virgil didn’t think he had ever been more frustrated in his life. 

This game was something he was good at- something he was supposed to be good at. But now, after his fifth time face planting after failing to do a combination sprint? Now he wasn’t so sure anymore. He pulled himself up with a groan, glancing at his health as he did. The amount lost for the amount of effort he put in was almost unsatisfying. With the way his body was screaming in pain, he wished he had lost enough to warrant the use of a health potion. 

“Someone needs to invent pain killers,” Virgil grumbled, wiping dirt from his face. But he doubted he had been heard. Everyone else was truly the saving grace of this situation, simply because they were doing just as badly. 

Logan was in the woods, focusing on trying to link sword hits together to increase damage dealt, but he had only succeeded in killing low level monsters  which wouldn’t even drop anything worth selling (and yet he still would come back and drop them all in front of where they had made camp angrily before walking off again). Also in the woods was Dee. Who had busied himself with attempting to using a combination concealment skill which theoretically would hide him in shadows to be undetected by monsters, but judging from the loud and distressed shouts and swearing Virgil could hear from his direction, Dee had only managed to call the monsters to him. 

Quite frankly Virgil had zero clue how Roman and Remus were doing. The two were sparring closer to the camp in the clearing and while it was clear it was very clumsy fighting, Virgil couldn’t tell much else. But considering how often Patton was practicing her healing skills while the duo fought, he doubted they had improved much either. 

Essentially they had gotten nowhere. 

And as much as he hated it Virgil had an idea as to why. 

“Tony?” Dee asked slowly, setting his gloved hands on Virgil’s shoulders. “Were you poisoned or something?”

Virgil rolled his eyes, “I’m not poisoned or crazy. I’m serious.”

“You’re stupid though,” Roman tossed in. “Intentionally going to get yourself killed?”

“I’m not trying to die. I’m trying to gain experience. If there's something I remember from back when I started playing this game, I had to throw myself into things that were difficult. So, despite how- stupid, crazy, and terrifying it sounds...”

“I believe Anthony has a point,” Logan said slowly. “We won’t know what true combat is in this version of the game until we try it.”

“I heard there’s a Yino up the river from some other guys,” Remus suggested. “We could work our way there? Sure it's a level 66 monster, but there’s six of us!”

Virgil watched as Roman opened his mouth to respond before his eyebrows knit together. “You just-”

“Then we should continue as we are, but now we have a destination in mind,” Logan concluded. “Now that that’s settled, shall we settle the manner of dinner? Patton I believe you said you would take the first turn. But we’ll need to decide how taking turns will work.”

“Anthony will be doing double for me since I can’t cook,” Dee put in.

Virgil shook his head, “I never agreed to that.”

“Do you really want to eat my cooking though?”

“Oh no, you knocked down my HP by 5% last week, but I don’t want to cook either.”

“There are still other housekeeping topics to discuss,” Logan interrupted. “There are other chores which must be done, and perhaps if you do not wish to cook Dee you take Anthony’s chore in something else?”

“We are camping,” Roman reminded them. “What more is there to do? We cook and we sleep.”

“Well we will still need someone to take watch at night,” Patton told him. “And there’s gathering firewood, and hunting. Someone will have to be in charge of maintaining the fire and finally boiling water since Logan pointed out that we don’t know if we can drink the river water.”

“I’ve been drinking it all day,” Remus said in confusion. “I’m fine.”

“It could have contaminants which make it unsafe, Remus,” Logan frowned. “This is no longer the game we know, after all. Virtual or not we could be affected by the landscape greatly. I do recall there are some wild grown foods are known to be poisonous in the game.”

“Don’t worry Specs, I’ve got super high luck and poison resistance. I can eat or drink whatever!”

“The rest of us should probably boil it though,” Patton told him. “The water in our inventory is gonna run out eventually. So we should stock up while we’re here at the river. We also don’t need to waste money on it this way.”

“Fine, what other chores do we need to do mom?”

“Leave her alone,” Dee yawned. “Let her cook.”

“He actually,” Patton corrected. “I picked to play as a female because the character designs were better overall. Lot more hairstyles and clothes, it’s kind of unfair. But anyway, we need to make something like... like a chore wheel!”

Virgil couldn’t help but grimace. 

Roman seemed to share the sentiment, “Aren't we only going to be out here a few nights? We’re not putting down roots.”

“We have roots while we are here,” Patton replied simply. “So, does anyone want to volunteer to do anything or should I designate?”

Patton ended up designating, and Virgil found himself feeling like he was back to living at home under his mother’s strict rule. But unlike his mother, Patton made up for it with his cooking ability. Virgil had zero clue what Patton had done to make virtual food taste like heaven, but when he had finished he had promised Patton his first born in return for cooking as long as they were in the game (to which Patton had quickly told Virgil to keep any potential children, and instead agreed to teach Virgil to cook, and Virgil guessed that was fine too). 

With dinner finished and everyone exhausted from a full day of failure they had agreed on a watch schedule and laid down to sleep. And quite frankly Virgil had expected to sleep the moment he had laid down, but he hadn’t been gifted the release of sleep, as instead he couldn’t help but think about the absurdity of it all. Camping with companions he barely knew in hopes they wouldn’t screw each other over. It was ridiculous, laying there. But it seemed there was nothing more than he could do but put faith in these people he didn’t know- hell as much as he felt he did, he barely knew Dee. 

“If you’re not going to sleep Tony I see no point in staying up on watch.”

Virgil sighed and rolled over to face Dee who was sitting with his back against a tree. It was strange seeing him this way. Virgil had seen this character so many times over the years, and yet seeing it for real in person was something he couldn’t entirely comprehend. There was something different about this Dee, something different about his attitude and how he spoke. While Virgil wasn’t sure what it was that seemed so strange, but he had the sneaking it wasn’t simply due to the change in perspective. Perspective hadn’t changed the physical. It hadn’t changed Dee’s affinity for heterochromatic eyes or gloves, nor had it changed his desire to wear suits and capes with high armor stats instead of actual armor. It was Dee himself who had changed. 

“Am I the way you imagined?” Virgil asked finally. 

“Well I certainly didn’t think you’d look like your character no,” Dee replied. But when Virgil gave silence as a response he continued after a sigh. “You’re less confident than I thought. What about me?”

“I... I don’t know. And that’s what’s bothering me.”

Dee gave a shrug and looked up into the tree canopy staring at something Virgil couldn’t tell, “I act differently online. I act cocky, and like I’m always the smartest in the room. I use and manipulate other people- that’s how I got this sword in the first place... but that’s not who I am, Tony. I’m just here and scared just like everyone else. But- but I won’t let them know that.”

“You let me.”

Dee’s eyes locked with Virgil’s for a moment before Dee blinked and his eyes went past Virgil to fire with emotions Virgil couldn’t distinguish. “Even I make mistakes...”

Virgil wanted to talk further. To ask what he had truly meant, but fatigue lulled him to sleep before the question could form on his tongue. 

~~~~

Day two of training was unfortunately mimicking the first. But one thing different Virgil supposed was he was learning more about the others fighting styles. He had had slight knowledge of Roman and Remus’ from watching their videos, but it was different watching them in front of him. For example, rather than focusing on the set moves keyboards allowed, Roman seemed to be quite experimental and able to change what he was trying to do quickly, and it was actually quite impressive to watch him switch the way he holds his katana. He could switch between two hands, right hand, to left in an instant- it was like his fighting ability was innate. Remus was also experimental, but judging from the way he literally threw himself into a cave of low level monsters shouting “cannonball!”, his being experimental was more of him testing his limits and surviving off of his high luck stat. Logan meanwhile seemed to be Remus’ complete opposite and was extremely cautious in his fighting. 

He had walked up to the pig like monster and circled it dodging calmly and easily like some sort of dance which was kind of mesmerizing to watch (and Virgil quickly realized he wasn’t the only one staring). And then when Logan was fully confident in his abilities he’d unsheath his saber, strike, and resheath it so quickly it was hard to see. But most interesting to Virgil personally was Patton. 

Patton was fierce in his own way. One moment Patton would be cooing over how cute a monster was, and then once the monster would lunge at him Patton’s short sword was in his hand and he was attacking. It was like a switch would flip in him, and Virgil needed to know how to avoid it before Patton tried to kill him in his sleep. 

“Tony!”

If later asked, Virgil would deny jumping at the sound of Patton’s voice. 

“Oh, sorry! didn’t mean to scare you kiddo!” Patton apologized coming up beside him. 

“You- you didn't scare me,” Virgil said quickly. “What’s up?”

“Oh I just couldn’t help but notice the hole in your sword, is there a reason?”

Virgil blinked as he hefted his sword up to show the hole in the top of his dadao. “Um, I’m not entirely sure. I googled it once, I think it’s a center of gravity thing because it’s heavy? Logan knows random things, he might know.”

“Is it that heavy?” Patton asked, seemingly interested. 

“Yeah um, I’d let you feel it if like... it wouldn’t revert to your sword style once you touched it.”

“I’ve always wanted to change my sword style. Shortswords are cool and all, but I always thought it would be cool to have something else. Something with more distance? I don’t like having to get so close. It’s scary.”

Virgil couldn’t exactly disagree. Part of him wanted to sprint away at the sight of a monster no matter the level, but another part of him felt a thrill at the prospect of fighting back. 

“I usually did support with my bow even when this was a normal game,” Patton continued. “And the Sword of Ice and Water can also be used at a distance.”

“Well when we face bigger things I think you should stay in the back,” Virgil said slowly. “We all should protect you as the healer.”

“Oh no, I’ll take care of myself. I need to prove that I can work with all of you. I mean you’re level 74 Tony!”

Virgil stared into Patton’s determined blue eyes for a moment before he shook his head, “You joined the twins in raids and you have a legendary sword. That’s proof enough that you’re going to be a big help.” But as the words Virgil left his mouth he couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt. He had judged Patton quickly because of his level too, hadn’t he? What right did he have to try and make Patton feel better?

“I’m still gonna go all out and try my best though,” Patton was saying. “So I can protect all of you.”

“Let’s all just agree to try our best to not need saving at all?”

Patton gave a slight laugh and Virgil couldn’t help but smile slightly in response. 

~~~~

“This is a terrible idea.”

Roman raised an eyebrow, “This was your idea.”

Virgil gave a nod of acknowledgement, “Yes it was. And now I deeply regret it.”

“Too late,” Roman sang, swinging an arm over Virgil’s shoulder and pulling him closer to the cliff edge to look into the area through the trees. Or more accurately at the yino. A level 66 monster three times the height of Virgil and very wide with hands which could crush a minivan with little effort. When this was just a game it would have been easy to take down, a single player who was good enough at their speed and jumping could hit its weak spot on the side of its neck and take it down in a few good hits. But Virgil sincerely doubted that even the six of them with nothing more than basic runs and jumps could reach the spot needed. 

“We could stack on top of each other,” Remus suggested. “Or Patton looks skinny, we could throw him.”

“Or we could go with our previously established plan,” Logan put in but at Remus’ blank look he pushed his glasses up (probably to hide an eyeroll). “Patton is focusing on healing, Janus will provide long range cover and hit the weak point if he has the shot, Roman and I will try to create opportunities for you and Virgil to attack. We can't reach the weak point, so we will need to deal damage until Janus can shoot. Understand?”

“Roger! So... are we gonna jump its bones or just stand here thinking about it?”

“We need to preserve our moment of surprise, not be reckless.”

“Reckless is his favorite word,” Roman frowned. 

Virgil was still deeply regretting his decision in this the moment that Logan and Roman charged the beast. They thankfully approached unnoticed and managed to each get in strike on each leg- but when Virgil’s eyes flickered to the monster’s HP it seemed they hadn’t done anything besides anger it. The monster gave a swipe of its huge paw and the two jumped back- Logan managed to dodge- but Roman was sent flying across the field and out of sight. Virgil didn’t even have a moment to check on Roman’s HP as he began running in himself, but words did slip from his lips. 

“This was really a mistake,” 

“It’s gonna be fun Tony!” Remus cheered running past him. 

“No it’s not.”

If Remus heard he didn’t reply and rather he ran closer to the two already engaged. Virgil watched as he jumped- probably attempting for a combination- and promptly crashed to the ground. Virgil ran past him, toward where Logan was fighting (and failing alone). He needed to get the yino’s attention of him and Logan so Dee could take the shot. That’s the only way this could possibly work. But without combinations Virgil would need to be creative. 

When he got close enough the monster’s arm raised and swung down in a deadly arc towards him but rather than dodge out of the way Virgil forced his body to slide down underneath of it. On the other side he rolled up to his feet and gave it a slash from his dadao. He wanted to check to see the amount of damage he had done, but he couldn’t afford to let his attention waver. He slashed again and then dodged quickly as the monster turned- but it was then it gave a lurch forward and Virgil was able to see the arrow sticking from its neck. Dee had managed to hit his mark but the arrow hadn’t been deep enough. And now the yino knew where he was. 

The monster gave a roar shaking Virgil’s very being and it turned in the direction the arrow had come, seemingly no longer concerned with Virgil or the others fighting. But somehow they needed to keep it there. Virgil fell back slightly taking in the scene as he watched Logan, Remus, and Roman fight. To catch the attention they’d need to get up higher. To do something other than slow down it’s legs...

“Roman!” Virgil shouted, running forward once more and slashing at the monster’s back. 

“Kind of busy here!” Roman replied, rolling out of the way from the yino’s fist. 

“I need you to give me a boost!” Virgil shouted back as he slashed 

“What?”

“Your shield! I’m gonna jump, boost me.”

Roman’s eyes widened in understanding as he drew further back, “Remus! Take my spot with Logan!”

“I thought you’d never ask!” Remus replied coming closer to join Logan as the main tank. 

They were set. Virgil took a deep breath, before he charged Roman. He focused on his speed, and on his jump. He could sprint. He could jump, but it would be the switch between the two that would be crucial. And he didn’t really have another shot at this. Not with Remus ignoring every order Logan barked at him. Not with the yino getting closer. Not with Dee’s second arrow only hitting the raised paw given the monster had moved. This needed to work. 

Roman’s deer were planted and his shield raised so Virgil jumped toward him. And the moment his feet hit the shield- Roman was flinging him toward the yino. Virgil wanted to bask in the success of the moment- how it had actually gone right- that haphazard half concocted combination had gone right- but instead he readied his sword and aimed for the neck. He had a chance- he could do this. 

Until he was swiped out of the sky. 

Virgil barely had time to register the pain of his bones simultaneously being crushed as he suddenly sent flying backwards- and his body hit the cliff- and then the ground. 

His body was screaming in pain- more than he had ever felt. 

His vision flickering between darkness and the world around him, but even what he could see was blurry. The yino was still attacking, and judging from the blur of the color green Remus was holding it off. Someone was coming toward him a blur of yellow and- he just couldn’t breathe. He tried but just felt worse- felt a lack of air. 

He was drowning on land. 

A mix of feeling any and everything and absolutely nothing. 

Virgil wished there was a word he could use to describe what the strange feeling was. Experiencing the landscape around him was more intense than his wildest dreams. In the past he had dreamed of days he could lie in Lirya’s grass and take in everything he could- but now that his dream had become a nightmare he couldn’t even bring himself to enjoy it. And yet at the same time the weight of the sword strapped against his back- or when it was transformed in his hand it just felt overwhelming right. When he would swing it it felt perfect like he had been born to do just that. But every time he felt momentarily happy in this world- he’d remember the truth. He was stuck here. His favorite dream intermingled with a nightmare, was there a word for that?

Probably not, but someone should make one. If they did Virgil would find it useful in the future, if someone ever asked him how dying felt.

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Level Two - Level Three - Level Four

[keepyourpantsongohan]

Ayesha Liveblogs Naruto Shippuden S21

What a tender intro omg also why is this filler so well animated

The introduction of modern technology will never not be funny to me. Kakashi on a laptop. Gaara sending emails. What has the ninja world come to 

I know it’s just superfluous background motion but that angry little cat design was amazing. Takes me tf out 

Hello again New English Iruka Voice time to feel slightly uncomfortable 

Doesn’t Inuyasha have a monopoly on this baby with a red ball imagery

Why! Is! No one! Making sure! Naruto is fed! He’s a baby!!!!!!

Naruto and Sasuke were such adorable children my heart

SOMEONE PLEASE EXPLAIN THE FAMILY WHERE ONE OF THE CHILDREN IS JUST A FROG? WHO IS DOING THESE BACKGROUND ANIMATIONS?????

In case you thought I wasn’t being literal:

[Accompanying dialogue to this image: “Did you hear the rumours that Lord Fourth died because of him?” WHO IS THIS FROG CHILD WITH A VENDETTA AGAINST MINATO]

This ninja cowboy music seems slightly misplaced but okay

Hiruzen. U r the literal ninja president. Naruto is foraging in the forest for food bc no one is taking care of him! How r u like ‘Hahah I’m hungry too :D’ 

“The things that we inconsequential humans worry about are often very petty indeed” “You’re right” It’s Philosophy Hours ft. Pre-Schoolers 

“Are you sure these mushrooms are safe to eat? “Won’t know ‘til we eat ‘em” HIRUZEN PICK UP THE PHONE 

SCREAMS FIVE YEAR OLD NARUTO JUST JUMPED OFF THE HOKAGE MONUMENT AHHHHHH

I miss Neji :((((((((((((((((

“Please make sure that you look after Neji” show us Neji’s mum you cowards!!!

“You have to be more positive, and confident!” Nejiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii my boy

“I wish that I could switch places with you, big brother” There’s a lot to unpack here and I’m wildly concerned about all of it. This episode ought to be titled Konoha Desperately Requires Child Welfare Programs

Making an mini-episode which largely depicts Neji’s tragic backstory and centring its ending on Hinata seems like an odd angle to take

 “I’m alone. I don’t have anyone, but I never cry” NARUTOOOOO

KJHFKJHG THIS NINJA BASEBALL OUTRO I LOVE IT 

SASUKE USING HIS SHARINGAN TO CHEAT AT BASEBALL I WHEEZE

Also not that I don’t like Genma but why is he a central figure in this ending. Has he had more than a single conversation with Naruto in his life

Lmao @ Sasuke and Itachi’s child versions going back to having their adult voices. Pick a lane SP!!!

“Things in season are always cheap and tasty” “Oh, is that so, Sasuke? Hahaha” Sasuke learning about the ninja economy

“We’re going to visit your mother’s family” Two questions: 1) Aren’t your families the same family (eep) and 2) Don’t they all live in the same part of the village

90% of this dialogue is recycled from prior episodes except delivered more slowly and it’s a little confusing 

Itachi sure knows a lot about cooking for an eleven-year-old 

Sasuke being a clumsy child is such a cute character detail ahhhh I love him so much 😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭

“[Confused laughter] You want to be like me?” What a Mood Itachi

Sakura’s hideout in the woods is so sweet yes 2 semi-normal childhoods

Poor little Sakura already concerned about her appearance they never let girls live do they

“You’re really cute Sakura, don’t hide it” Ino and Sakura are the most adorable children in the WORLD I love their relationship 4ever

“If she’s cute like you say, then I would love to meet her” who will stop all men

“But Ino, aren’t you good friends with Sakura?” “No, not really” Okay not to project but. I have a lot of thoughts on this narrative 

GASP Inner Sakura’s first appearance!!

Tiny Team 7 is all I need in the world honestly I would watch a whole show that was just those three growing up

I have only just now noticed Suigetsu as third baseman. This ninja baseball game and season in general raise so many questions

Noooo Gaara don’t cry you are gonna be so loved in the future

Rasa, can I just say, from the bottom of my heart, I’m going to yeet you into the sun

“When I look up at the sky, the pain inside my heart feels a little bit better” He’s like 4!!!!!!! >:(

“Instead of a mother, you get to have me, Lord Gaara” Yashamaru: Self-Diagnosed Mumncle 

Ngl baby Gaara’s recollection of Karura is nothing like she looked like

I really don’t care for this new Iruka voice I just keep listening to him like ‘that’s not the sound of Naruto’s dad!!’

I will admit him spooking the sleeping children was cute I don’t know why I always find that so funny kjhgkjhg

“Let me buy into this fight” who taught seven-year-old Naruto to gamble

Christ alive the implication that Naruto has been doing the sexy jutsu since he was seven who will put this boy in ninja therapy

If Orochimaru had just continued to be Jiraiya’s long-suffering friend he might be half-endearing but alas he is fecal matter personified 

“Come on out, I made plenty, so you might as well stay and eat” Hjgjfjgfgffg I’m not sure what’s funnier about this scene the implication that Obito and Rin both independently followed Kakashi home without noticing each other, or that Kakashi did notice and rather than question this turn of events was just like “Guess I should make more fish”

“When you’re older, do you think you’ll become a chef” I would pay to see the AU where Kakashi becomes a professional chef why couldn’t that have been his Road to Ninja persona 

Ngl I spent the first half of Kakashi’s minisode wondering if Sakumo was dead or simply too depressed to take care of Kakashi and I think dead is the less upsetting outcome 

“It’s no fun when you’re not around, Kakashi” Obitooooooooooooooo

I’m not saying it’s suspicious that Sakumo is given two different depictions of his grave site in the anime but Sakumo fucked an alien and I stand by that statement 

All I remember from Sasuke Shinden is that a character called Sasuke “Sassy” as a nickname and if they do that in the Eng dub I won’t survive

“[Deep sigh] Alright Sakura, what is it?” Fhfjhfkjh what’s your damage Kakashi can’t your kids come to visit when people start exploding

God Sakura and Ino’s relationship is the realest.... she went to the Hokage bc her gal was worried abt her family friend and then comforted her from her loss... the looooooooove

Hinata not to devalue your work in any way but why did u collapse after poking one (1) man in the chakra point isn’t gentle fist based in taijutsu

Fhjfhkjhf I’ve seen that gif before of Kakashi knowing that Sakura was thinking about Sasuke but it’s still funny

Sasuke just hanging in the woods with kittycats what kinda redemption journey is this lmao

Ehehehe I’m still not over the fact that Sasuke recognizes Sai’s jutsu and Kakashi uses it to communicate like there are six members of team 7 and this arc PROVES IT HELL YEAH

I can’t believe I forgot the circus ninja oh my god 

“There’s good money to be found for performers like us” MOVE OVER EXPLODING HUMANS WHERE’S MY EPISODE ABOUT THE NINJA CIRCUS 

Everyone always commenting on the pupils and sclera of the Hyuga and Uchiha but nobody caring about Old Man Demon Eyes from the Bamboo Village:

You’d think at this point no amount of genjutsu could traumatize Sasuke 

They’re leaning wholeheartedly into the ninja cowboy music

That is not how I thought they would pronounce “Sassy” this show is full of twists and turns

“What about reviving the Uchiha clan? You’re the lone survivor right?” said Chino, inquiring about when Sasuke was planning to have vaginal sex

“You really think you’re going to find him inside that seriously scary looking cave?” GASP IT’S TENZO TIME

AIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIIE IT’S MY BOYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

“You’re Sasuke, right?” asked Yamato, as if Sasuke had not provided the memorable introduction of stabbing a seasoned ANBU in the shoulder as a sixteen-year-old during a dramatic reunion with his team

“It would be easier for us to keep things coordinated, if you sent us progress reports as you went...” Okay not to be that gal but I love that Tenzo and Kakashi are an “us” in this mini-lecture about how Sasuke should call his father (Kakashi) more often

P sure that’s Yamato’s last speaking role goodbye sweet man we knew ye well

“So does this mean that you trust me?” GO TO JAIL OROCHIMARU

Every time that Orochimaru touches Sasuke I want to leap through the screen you leave that boy alone!!! Go! To! Jail!

Sasuke having to explain his social life to Taka is a dynamic I never knew I needed. What more do I want from Naruto than frames like this:

"By showing everyone that Sasuke isn’t in the Hidden Leaf Village and that he’s still out journeying around the world, it reduces the possibility that the village will be harmed” “So are you saying that Sasuke has to keep travelling forever” “That might be so” I can’t believe the entirety of Taka came up with a better explanation for Sasuke staying outside Konoha than Kishimoto himself

“Compared to me, the likelihood that Kabuto will return to evil is extremely low”

He still helped kill......... 40,000 people????? Okay dude

I CAN’T BELIEVE OROCHIMARU IS ACKNOWLEDGING HE IS STILL EVIL!!!! GO TO JAIL!!

I’m gonna pretend I don’t see Tenzo following Stranger Danger and he’s on vacation on a beach where he belongs

Fhjkhfkjhfkj what’s the meaning of this Orochimaru you’ve looked the same since you were 25:

Sasuke: No. She’s older than I am

Orochimaru: [Soft gasp] What?

Man I remember vaguely Sasuke being involved in this fight based on the Tenzo novel scene later on but hoo boy I do not like this

SCREAMMMM TENZO TRYING TO PROTECT PPL IN THE AREA HE’S HELPING

“I can’t make direct contact with him, so I better go now” I hope it is because you filed a restraining order, Yamato

“To increase the rarity, what I’ve even done is, had all but one person in a clan killed” at this point En Oyashiro is just trying to bait Sasuke

God I love how righteous Sasuke is being rn like this is the kind of dismantling of oppression I wanted for him instead of sad murder times

This battle is bonkers:

Villain: Looks like you brought a sword to a dodgeball fight

Sasuke: Looks like you brought a dodgeball to a magic eyes fight!!

Well I certainly breezed past this part of Sasuke Shinden hello Fushin

I find it hard to believe that anyone but Naruto could best Sasuke rn 

I keep joking that those eyes in the sky look like Tenzo but I’m right and I should say it

What a long, drawn-out and slightly suspicious backstory for Chino (looking at you, Fushin of two personality types)

“But now you’re still able to travel freely... and that is all because you have people who love and protect you” Team 7 cutaway with closeups of Sakura and Naruto, Narusasusaku game strong

“For the Leaf’s nourishment, your entire clan was absorbed by your village’s Roots” wow what a shitty time for such an excellent pun

Unbelievable kkhkjhfk and by this I mean completely believable:  

Chino: Please explain your change of heart re: village corruption

Sasuke: I got a boyfriend

Unbelievable x2:

Chino: KILL ME 

Sasuke: Consider this.... you have.... boy who is friend. Good enough

Chino: Wow Sasuke, you’re right

Lmao @ Kakashi proudly announcing that Sasuke is about to enter an unsanctioned jutsu fight in a bet to free enslaved people how did this letter go “Dear Hokage-dad-Kakashi, I am writing to inform you...”

Even funnier: If Tenzo wrote the letter bc Sasuke is shite at contacting people: “Dear Kakashi-senpai, Brace yourself to be worried and proud—”

“Are you Sasuke’s...” yes Chino, whatever the end of that sentence is, you’re correct

Huh I could’ve sworn at least a good chunk of these freed people go to the Leaf. I didn’t make that conversation up. I have discussed it many times!!! My poor Tenzo cut out for more logical story lines I guess 

Omggggggg the Raikage is telling Sasuke about Naruto’s most vulnerable Sasuke moment..... the love!!! Is this the only reason they invited A lmao

En Oyashiro joining Rasa and Hiashi in the Bad Dad Club

I’ve said this before but Naruto and Sakura going on a date to talk about Sasuke is the most legit representation for their relationship I’ve ever seen that’s it that’s what them dating would be like 

“You’re just like a one man police force” lol @ them cutting out the fact that Sakura said this bc Sakura’s not allowed to have individual connections to Sasuke and also just like....... how much Sasuke still wants to be a cop kjhgkjhgk baby stop

I’ve belatedly realized that Kakashi types to the beat of the intro music and it makes me giggle

“The adult world can be complicated” is that ur way of saying ‘nepotism’ Kakashi

“I’m startin’ to get a belly” “I don’t want to hear about all that” PLS

“You two are really the only ones who are special to me” aw Shikamaru

That slap was A  Lot, Temari, surely there are better ways to tell Shikamaru you want him to be your boyfriend

“You don’t really think that Sai has—” “Well, he is very innocent.” 

Kakashi about Sai: He’s the baby of the family

Sai: I’m the oldest and most experienced of all the youth???

Kakashi: I mark ur ages by when I got you xoxo ur legal age is 3

I’m not sure that that’s the intonation I expected for Hinoko but I guess that’s on me for stereotyping teen girls hahah

“That’s my ninja way” “Our ninja way” I feel like this is shinobi flirtation

The outro with Little Team 7 fading to Big Team 7... I have but one heart

Also the implication that they took a photo immediately post war jhgkjhgkj. Kakashi still has a barely healed stab wound and twenty years of trauma. Sasuke and Naruto both just lost an arm. Also who brought a camera to the battlefield. Who took this picture. (Tenzo waking up from a 224 episode coma: We gotta take a family photo)

“You might consider yourself a member of Team 7, but I wonder if they think the same of you” [Naruto voice] Believe it!!!!!!

“If we just kill the lookouts, it’ll be like easy to get past the checkpoint” okay calm down Soku

Lmao Shikamaru struggling to deal with rebellious teens jhghjkg why are the anime episodes I watch so fitting to my own life

Man not to get 2 real it’s fucked up that Soku fears peace wyd militarism 

I don’t really believe that Soku is deserting the village but it’s a good tactic

[Panning to the bird scene at the beginning of this arc] We call that foreshadowing

Komori’s judgement seems to be clouded by his lowkey crush on Soku

“I’ve just been having these really bizarre dreams lately” that’s PTSD Shikamaru

“Feudal lords are always [tyrants] no matter where you go” then why.... do you have.... feudalism.......... [Tobirama screams in the afterlife]

Not to judge these guys so much but like.... ur ANBU and a veteran ninja surely you should have a disguise after faking your death??????? Kakashi, Iruka, what shinobi standards are you teaching exactly?? U didn’t even change ur hairstyles???

“Something similar happened to me as well” what are you... are you talking about when you pretended to be asleep during the Chunin exams because that’s not the same thing as sleeping under a pile of corpses Shikamaru 

NOOOOOOOOOO SAI WHY ARE THEY HANGING MY ANGEL FROM A CRUCIFIX 

AHHHHHHH I don’t like seeing Sai like this, Kakashi’s right he’s a baby!!

“Let’s just say I’ve found the place where I belong” Fhdjskhfksjhf this is definitely Root Code for something because Kakashi uses this line on Tenzo in his Tsukuyomi dream

“Then why didn’t Naruto come to get me? You and I have never been particularly close, so why were you the one who came here?” LMAO SAI ‘you’re not on my list of eligible rescuers Shikamaru 😒😒😒😒’ 

“Fret not, to me this is but a trifle” said Ro, lying prostrate on the ground in between groans of pain (same)

I mean... Gengo makes some pretty compelling arguments abt the shinobi system

“The alliance of nations that the Leaf is currently a part of... is only going to maintain a dark, tenuous peace” I mean... Gengo’s right even if he is a dick

“Lord Hokage told me everything... and I had a hell of a time getting it out of him too” “I don’t want to know what you did... I don’t even want to imagine it” JHGKJHGKJHG I WANNA SEE TEMARI INTERROGATING A FORMER ANBU, KAGE-LEVEL NINJA I LOVE IT

Wait are these last twelve outros dedicated to each of the rookie teams + Team Guy bc that would be adorable

JHGJHGGHGJHG DO WE ACTUALLY GET TO SEE TEMARI YELL AT KAKASHI

Update from 3 seconds later: We don’t but Kakashi’s “Euh?” sound as she knocks down his door is still very funny

“Friendship is useless” “If that’s true, then why are you crying right now” he’s been taking Sasuke lessons in his spare time

“Do you know of a man named ‘Zabuza Momochi’” !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

“These are my only friends” said Sai, about two giant cartoon lions 

Sai’s genjutsu scene was actually much sweeter in the book bc Naruto, Sakura, Kakashi and Yamato’s chakra were all protecting him inside his own mind but I don’t mind my boy getting a hug

HAHAHAHAHA WHAT IS THIS CUTAWAY TO NARUTO BATHED IN GOLDEN LIGHT ANNOUNCING “RAMEN” LIKE IT’S A WHOLE SENTENCE OKAY STUDIO PIERROT U NEED A BREAK I GET IT

“What in the hell was that?” that was also my question Shikamaru

Shikamaru with full conviction: To be lazy.... that is my dream 

Hahahaha it’s Ninja Teen Romance Hours I guess

“Oh, you don’t want to [go out on a date]?” No that’s not what I’m saying” [walks away] TEMARI PLS

“Going on a date without a strategy, would be like trying to fight a tailed beast unarmed” [Nodding] “You have zero chance of winning, that way” I suddenly understand Kakashi’s dating life a lot more

They really rely on you being aware of Naruto the Last huh gjkhgkjhgk there’s been no mention in any of this filler of Naruto and Hinata even being in a relationship to this point as far as I remember

Fhjkfhkjhfkfh poor Iruka none of the kids know he’s President of the Naruto’s Dad Society

“I know I’m supposed to be striving to get ahead in my career, but there’s also a part of me that really wants to just continue teaching kids, one on one” Irukaaaaa <3333333

Looool even as Hokage, Kakashi just drops out of nowhere to give cryptic life advice and then leaves

Smash the statue, Tsukune, don’t let the establishment tell u what to do!!

“Eating ramen everyday isn’t healthy you know” am I to believe that Kakashi, the man who told Naruto, ‘if you're going to be a ninja, you need to eat your vegetables’ is on a ramen-only diet?? Falsehoods

“And it’s all thanks to you Iruka” khjhgkjhgjhg alright.... you win this round KKIR shippers

WHO IS ANIMATING THIS SCENE IT IS BUCKWILD??? There is no character model to speak of, most of the kids don’t have noses, everyone’s upside down or spinning around, and Iruka is... hiding in a frog sign???

There is no English translation of this caption???? EXPLAIN JAPAN. TELL ME YOUR FROG SECRETS YOU KNOW I LOVE FROGS [INSERT PICTURE OF TENZO HERE]

(Update I looked it up in the sub and the caption offers no more insight. “IRUKA UMINO, AROUND 30 YEARS OLD. STEALTHILY”)

“This is for Hinata, so let’s all try our hardest” Kiba loves Hinata MOST

You know how if you pause in the middle of an animated action, you sometimes linger on an in-between image that looks goofy because it was meant to add to the motion rather than be focused on? This whole episode is animated like one of those images

It’s okay Lee the only dumbbell Naruto is fixated on is Sasuke Uchiha

I know don’t usually post so many images in these liveblogs, but I really need anyone reading this to see the Leaf Village’s semi-canonical Unofficial Mascot Konorin:

He is??? The love of my life???

“I don’t even have a boyfriend and train every day from morning til night” yes you do. His name is Neji Hyuga and he’s very alive and he’s a jonin sensei and he will buy you all the knives you want after he takes all of Hiashi’s money and redistributes it. In this essay I will—

You see what I mean??? Neji wants to be there for Tenten (and Lee)!!!

Tenten: What would Neji do if he were here now

Neji: [starts manifesting]

“It’s you since you’re a taijutsu specialist, but Naruto and Hinata aren’t” yes????? Hinata is???? She doesn’t use weapons but Gentle Fist is entirely taijutsu??? Why does everyone keep forgetting

KHKGJHKJHGKFHKJHFKJ I CAN’T GET OVER NEJI JUST. MANIFESTING ABOVE LEE’S BED TO GIVE HIM SHITTY WEDDING GIFT IDEAS 

“And don’t forget: Hyuga” Neji........ what.... does this mean!!!!!!!!

Why say “Neji” like that Orochimaru and in fact why say anything at all [Konan voice] I’m the Hokage now, the entire criminal justice system is on its way you are going to jail!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I really can’t believe that the Naruto writers looked at Tenzo’s role in Naruto SD and decided “let’s do that.... but worse” 

They animated?????????? A smaller Lee??????????? Into Lee’s mouth???????????? As if the animation style wasn’t enough. I need a minute

They are really going full Naruto SD huh??? Cut away skit like a ‘genjutsu’ scne. Lee and Guy playing a married couple and Tenten a baby. Neji in drag. This is a choice

“How can you misunderstand Neji so much” “Even if it’s only as a ghost, I’m sure that Neji would appear” I need. Several minutes

Fhjkhfkjfh Shikamaru’s vision of Gaara, Bee, Kakashi and Tsunade hanging out at this fancy restaurant. Is this who he thinks Kakashi’s social circle is these days (he might be right)

“Okay, I’ll hear you out!” Is this implication of this scene that Temari thinks Shikamaru’s idea of a first date is marriage... and she’s WILLING TO GO ALONG WITH THAT. TEMARI PLS

“Hey Ino, why would you go out of your way to make something I love? Bc she looooves you Sakura

“Sakura, I thought the same thing” GOD JUST GET MARRIED

“It’ll be too late once we go in, I could get all caught up in the mood or something like that” wait........ does Temari think Shikamaru wants to get married or fuck???? Or both??? OH MY GOD

Gaara: Naruto’s getting married.... without meeeeeeeeeee

God I love Gaara’s Blank Period hair it is truly careless and happy hair

“His ramen’s extravagent?” JKGHKHKJH everyone in the Leaf Village trying to convince Gaara that Naruto’s taste is incredibly obnoxious which is true but not in the way being described 

Kankuro what’s your damage let Gaara buy a nice and personal present for the love of his life 

Every time I think this arc can’t get more ridiculous it exceeds my expectations:

[Vaguely horrified accompanying dialogue: “The Raikage—” “—Will do the Hidden Cloud Dance?”]

“Well then, Gaara is just going to have to do the Hidden Sand Samba” Ah. Of course. The Hidden Sand Samba. Why didn’t anyone think of this plan before

Gaara is blushing because his new dream is just to samba dance with Naruto into the night

Ahhhhhhhhhhhh Teuchi giving Naruto an “all you can eat forever” coupon that’s cute our sweet boy is so loved 

Gaara: My wedding gift to you, Naruto... is me :)

“I’m just disappointed that we aren’t going to get to see you dance, Gaara” you know what that’s fair Kankuro me too 

Hahahaha Shino dissing Kiba’s plight for becoming Hokage to these random kids

I can’t pay attention to anything this ninja cat is saying because they’ve got Naruto’s voice and it is very distracting

There’s something to be curious about how it would be if Kiba married into a family that has a contract with the Uchiha lmao

Literally the girl who Kiba is supposed to be in love with is given Hinata’s voice #kibahinarights

“Oh, just take it. Money means nothing to me” the Beekeeper is truly one of the strangest characters in the Naruto universe just conceptually. Why are they wearing a giant bee stinger on their butt?

LMAO @ Kiba having absolutely no self-doubt whatsoever. Goals!!

Shino becoming a teacher after the war is actually one of the post-699 futures I like, good for him!

Iruka sweet man Naruto has compared you to a father like 1500 times have you not overheard him one (1) time

Kakashi is such a dumb stubborn bitch trying to find a way for Naruto to have a happy wedding... I love him

“This is my fault, I never taught him how to treat women! Not that I even really know about that kind of thing of course” Iruka Umino confirmed canonically gay

“I just have to bow my head a little” KKIR: 2; Me: 0

I love this tradition of Hokage boys bowing their heads for cooperation between villages yesssssssssssss

Outro for the whole OG Team 7.... I’m fine everything’s fine I’m good cool cool cool cool cool

The implication that they just sell Kakashi wigs in the village... amazing

I know this is about to be an emotionally poignant moment but what Naruto’s presence is reminding is that the only word he has said in the past 6 episodes is “ramen” LMAO

“I’m going to have to apologize to her for raising you as a such a thoughtless, inconsiderate man” raising you... RAISING YOU..................... TRULY PRESIDENT OF THE NARUTO’S DAD SOCIETY GOD BLESS IRUKA UMINO

LOOK AT THIS CRYBABY NINJA THIS IS WHAT I’M TALKING ABOUT ONE OF MY FAVOURITE PARTS OF KONOHA HIDEN WAS HOW IRUKA KEPT BURSTING INTO TEARS OVER NARUTO EVERY OTHER MINUTE THIS IS WHAT BONDS LOOK LIKE

God..................... the Team 7 lover in me just despairs of this final episode bc they’re all separated and also Tenzo needs justice 4 being Kakashi’s co-wedding planner it’s in the book I read it!!!!

I will set aside my feelings to recognize that Kakashi looks very handsome

Goodbye Naruto you were certainly an experience and I mean that in every possible intonation 

[secrecykept]

( ☯ ⋮ DRABBLE: Chesh. )

Main verse. 1800+ words of absolutely nothing. but hey, its his house and he talks to himself and his plants. bless him.

He stepped inside his house and closed the door behind himself with a soft click. A sigh escaped through a content smile and his shoulders dropped in relief.

Home Sweet Home.

In a casual search, his eyes swept around, ensuring that nothing had changed during his long week away. Yes, everything was right where he left it, but…his brother’s scent was a vague impression, which meant some of the chocolate hidden in the high kitchen cupboard was most likely gone. Typical.

Chesh chuckled to himself and shook his head, beginning to head further into the house. The short entryway flowed into the large, open plan style that he favoured.

Though he lived alone and didn’t technically ‘need’ such a big house, the animal side of him demanded the freedom of it and revelled in the provided space.

His lounge was to the left, set within a slightly lower level, a square frame. Having different layers and levels within the house kept the leopard appeased. All sorts of things had been incorporated into the house with that, and the other preferences of the feline, in mind.

Everything was as natural and organic as it could be, pleasing and gentle on the senses. The design of the house was environmentally friendly both because of Chesh’s own beliefs and because the therianthrope blood was comforted by it. The house was such a contrast to the heavy concrete and cold metal of the city he’d be trapped in recently.

Working overtime on a large, special order with his boss all week had been tough on his body in more ways than one. Every part of him, from skin to soul, had been getting more uncomfortable with every day and night he had been stuck there, instincts urging him to find the earth and its abundant life again, though of course he appreciated the spare room Mr Delaney let him stay in.

With only enough space for a large bed and a bedside table, the room had been a cage. The old décor, while faded and not too ugly, was still on the overwhelming side to his senses.

The complete opposite to the area he stood in now.

His house mimicked the feel of nature through its use of materials and the expansive windows which seemed to invite the outside in. The ‘trees’ supporting the ceiling, and the exposed beams high above, further added to the illusion of being surrounded by nature.

He took a deep breath in and then out, feeling the leopard relaxing along with him.

A yawn crept up on him and pulled on his muscles and jaw like a puppeteer tugging on strings, making him stretch out in a grand display. His shoulders and arms groaned at him, and he groaned right back and sighed as he relaxed himself down again.

Maybe an early night was in order.

Or perhaps simply an easy night of watching TV until he fell asleep. The quiet here was nice, but after such a long time of having someone else, and of having noise, around him during all hours…it was too quiet.

With that decided, he moved across large room, hopping down the small steps into the lounge area.

Along with the couch, armchairs, and coffee table, there was a less typical element; a large mattress inlaid within the space between the table and the wall which the TV was secured to. The mattress, neatly covered in a dark green bedsheet, was level to the hardwood floor and could easily be mistaken for a rug. Truth be told, he spent more time on that mattress than on the couch or even his actual bed.

He eyed it now and stole a couple of cushions from the couch to throw on it. The remote resting on the table became the next item to be scooped up. He tossed it lightly onto the new nest he was creating and then glanced over to the shelves full of DVDs.

“What should we watch, hmm?”

He heard a huff in the back of his mind, and he rolled his eyes. “I wasn’t talking to you, kittycat. I was talking to me.”

Ignoring his other side, Chesh idly rubbed his jaw and then slipped his hand to his neck and the join of his shoulder. Applying a little pressure caused a wince, and he became aware of the scents that clung to him. Sawdust and varnish, wood and hard work.

He sighed.

“Better have a shower first before getting too comfy…”

After a roll of his shoulders, he padded off to the right, jumping up the step and then stopping. His gaze flicked between the wide doorway to the kitchen, and the stairs at the far side that led up to the open, upper level.

“Food first or second?”

Dinner with his boss a few hours earlier seemed like forever ago now, but since his stomach didn’t growl or rumble, he gave it a pat.

“Later then. ‘Suppose it’s grocery time tomorrow anyway.”

He nodded to himself and continued on his way, making quick work of the stairs even while pulling his shirt off over his head. In a display of altogether too much practice, he balled up the shirt and tossed it into the basket across the room.

“Score!”

Pleased despite having no audience, he grinned. The expression eased off slowly after another yawn cracked through him. He avoided looking at his comfortable, ready-to-jump-on bed and set about removing the rest of his clothes. Living alone did have its benefits, there was no one to see him struggle with his shoes and pants, hobbling around as he yet again yawned.

“Damn I must be getting old…”

The chuffing laugh of the leopard in his mind brought him a pout. “Oh, shut it, I don’t need that from you. You’re as old as I am, y’know.”

It was with a great deal of sulking that Chesh finished stripping off and picked up his discarded clothes, adding them to the basket to join his shirt. Once the task was done, he perked up at the thought of the shower that awaited him.

The large, floor to ceiling windows nearby reflected his naked form, but the backdrop of dense forest was faintly visible still. Even if the glass had allowed him to be seen from the other side of it, he was not the type to mind. If someone out there was willing to climb up a tree to get a peek at him, they probably deserved it.

He sighed and turned away, heading to the generous en-suite. As always, he didn’t bother to close the door behind himself when he entered. The dark tile was cool beneath his feet as he crossed it, his destination the glass walls of the shower, though he did give a long look to the spa bath cradled within the floor.

“Not tonight,” he said to it in apology, “I’ll fall asleep and die if I do.”

He reached into the shower and turned the handle, prompting a high-pressure rush of water to rain down from the head set into the ceiling like a waterfall. Despite the water not being warm quite yet, he stepped under the spray anyway and let out a soft moan of approval.

“Oh yeah, that’s good…”

The water pelting his shoulders began to massage away some of the lingering aches. He sighed and closed his eyes, relaxing with a purr.

So good…

…….

He jolted back into wakefulness as his body swayed forward, one hand shooting out to brace against the glass wall. His hand slipped, but he kept on his feet with wide eyes and a colourful curse.

Time to get out already, this thing was dangerous.

After washing himself quickly, soapy bubbles swirling down the drain, he forced himself to shut off the water and step out into comparative coolness.

A towel was handy on the nearby rack, he snagged it and only bothered to rub it over his hair a few times before wrapping it around his waist. Drying off was far too much effort at this point.

He left wet footprints out of the bathroom and across the loft, if he slipped on them later then it was his own fault.

“Good thing I-“ Yawn. “-don’t live with anyone else.”

He shook his head to try force a little more awareness into his brain, which wasn’t the best thing to do while he was descending the steps. He nearly tumbled down them.

He was more awake now, needless to say.

And it was then that he looked across at the back of the room and spotted his little plants.

“Oh! My babies!”

He scampered so quickly over to them that his towel loosened and fell (almost tripping him up, but he was heedless).

“Please don’t die on me, okay? I know I totally forgot to feed you or get someone to look after you, but I’m here and it was only like a week, okay?”

The plants were nestled in rounded, forest green pots along the top of a shelf. Despite there being four pots, only two were filled. He’d only needed two, but there had been a deal to get three, and then he hadn’t wanted to leave the last one behind or for his third one to be without a partner.

He gently touched the soil of one plant and sighed. “Not too bad. Good thing you’re not high maintenance huh?”

Succulents and cacti made for good companions to one as busy and forgetful as he could be.

“Let me get you a drink now, okay, Ouchie? Pointy? I’ll be right back. Be good now.”

He spun around and made a beeline for the kitchen, bending to sweep up the fallen towel on the way. He slung the material over one of his shoulders and carried on with the task of getting water for his dear plants.

A cheerful but tuneless hum from him eased some of the silence within the house as he worked on caring for Pointy and Ouchie.

“There, better now, right?” he asked them once finished, “You’re looking happier already.”

He gave a satisfied nod and directed himself back across the lounge, jumping with both feet down the step this time, just for something different.

“Night you two,” he called back to them, “Don’t snore, okay? I need some beauty sleep; I think my hotness levels have dropped down to a mere 120%. Totally unacceptable.”

He yawned and narrowly missed walking into the edge of the coffee table on his way around to the mattress. He let his knees buckle and set him down on the welcoming softness. It took only a moment of fussing with the cushions before he was comfortable, and then he felt around for the remote and switched the TV onto the most boring channel he could find.

The droning voices closed his eyes and he was deep asleep within the minute.

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Updated August 7, 2020 | For Cat People By Karen Anderson This article has affiliate links. Find out more here. Kittens love to play– but it’s not simply for enjoyable. Play is a vital element of their development, aiding them create social, hunting, and activity skills. You can feel good purchasing your kittycat a wide range of toys to discover, knowing that you’re preparing them to live their ideal life.

As the proprietor of 5 middle-aged cats, pulling together the checklist of the most effective kitten toys was a stroll down memory lane. As well as it advised me that the toys my kittens liked one of the most were not the ones that at first appealed to me– as well as definitely not one of the most sparkly. A lot of my kittycats appreciated the playthings they could truly connect with– particularly the ones like scratchers. Keep in mind: You’re showing them to make use of the scratcher rather than your sofa! And also they’re learning to chomp on

their toys rather than on your hands or ankles. The Most Effective Kitten Toys for Active Kittens From furry computer mice to puzzle feeders you can full of treats, these 12 playthings will certainly maintain your kittycat hectic and also help them mature solid.(If you have several kittycats, anticipate to see a few tugs-of-war as they discover exactly how to share their playthings.)

The”turbo”component is the ping pong round in a track that your kittycat will like to knock around in circles at high speed. The inner cardboard scraping circle is exchangeable, so this cost effective kittycat plaything will certainly

maintain your fuzzball hectic as they grow up. This 16 x 16-inch plastic frame is easy to wipe tidy, as well as the scratcher toy comes with a package of grown-in-the-USA catnip. Shop on Chewy These cosy little computer mice from Kong will hold up to those sharp kittycat teeth and claws. It will tantalize your bitty kitty with crinkling noises and also Kong’s own North American catnip. Some purchasers report that their kitties established a love for the computer mouse and insisted on carrying it around with them! Shop on Chewy < img class =“alignnone wp-image-163300 "src ="https://www.rover.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/cat-tunnel.jpg” alt= “SmartyKat retractable tunnel” width= “500"height ="394” srcset=“https://www.rover.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/cat-tunnel.jpg 550w, https://www.rover.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/cat-tunnel-300×236.jpg 300w"dimensions=”(max-width: 500px)100vw , 500px” >

Whether you’re amusing one kittycat or an entire litter, a tunnel gives unlimited enjoyable. Crackling nylon indoor material includes in their sensory rate of interest. The passage collapses and also folds up level right into a ring for simple storage space when it’s not in usage. There are many tunnels on the market, but the SmartyKat gets high scores for toughness.

Shop on Chewy A traditional stick toy with a twist, this hardworking Kong intro includes brilliant feathers, a crinkle sound, and enticing catnip. It’s a fun addition to your kitten’s play arsenal. Shop on Chewy Some kittycats have fun with it. Some kittycats sleep on it. Nearly all kitties are drawn in to this soft, cuddly surface area covered with bug-shaped playthings that can be carried out as well as batted around your house. The 10-by-14-inch mat is enticingly crackly; the pests are packed with catnip.

Shop on Chewy It’s hard to beat a laser reminder as a top-notch

kitten toy! This has a red LED light with 3 settings, pulse, strobe, as well as steady, as well as a laser reminder for kitties to chase across floorings and also furniture.(We recognize that you know that grown-up supervision is required so the laser beam is never ever pointed at human or kitten eyes. )It consists of 3 substitute batteries. Shop on Chewy This vibrant stack of racetracks with brilliant moving balls on each level will certainly keep your kitty hectic! With sturdy building and non-skid pads, it can stand up to some severe prank. Shop on Chewy These durable, heavy-gauge springs drive kitties wild with their unpredictable bounce patterns. Soft coatings are secure for kittycats and bright colors

make these very easy for humans in the house to keep an eye on underfoot. Shop on Chewy This interactive wand on a resilient fiberglass post features an entire set of neon-bright wiggly suggestions. Make sure to store it unreachable when not in use, as some cats may attempt to eat the wiggly worms.(Running out of clip-on worms? You can obtain replacements.) Shop on Chewy This sturdy cotton kitten toy is” top banana”in several homes. It’s stuffed with organic catnip, perfect for getting hold of, nuzzling, and also rabbit kicking. Shop on Chewy This SmartyKat chickadee toy will bring out the hunter in your kittycat. It resembles the unforeseeable sights, seems, as well as activity of a feline’s all-natural target. Plus, it’s stuffed with catnip for additional enjoyable!(One reviewer kept in mind that the chirping drove her nuts, so she waited till she was pursuing a while to switch on the toy for the pet cats.)

Shop on Chewy The initial Cat Dancer is among those toys that doesn’t appear like much; it’s simply some pieces of rolled cardboard at the end of a cable. But once you start waving it about, your kittycat will go nuts attempting to capture it! Pretty quickly, you’ll comprehend why this is just one of the most prominent playthings around.

Find on Amazon Does your kittycat love to search? This problem feeder toy will certainly let them run

, go after, pounce– and after that devour their victim. It’s made to arbitrarily dispense deals with and also completely dry food and also is adjustable to 3 degrees of problem. Easy to keep clean– you can put it in the dish washer with your various other cat recipes. Shop on Chewy Place these in a little box or basket as well as watch as your kitten has hours of enjoyable taking each toy out and chasing them around your house. Some kittycats even think of creative hiding locations to stash their favorites. This selection pack has 25 bouncy, crinkly toys to maintain your kitty active– plus the lightweight play passage to race through. Shop on Chewy Further Reading Featured photo using Chewy Karen Anderson is an author at Rover. Before joining Rover, she was a writer as well as editor at Apple and a consultant for business including Cardiac Science, Houzz, the

Home Owners Club, and the Seattle Times. Her leisure activities are dancing, gardening, science fiction, as well as pet-sitting for neighbors as well as good friends. She shares her residence with a delightful clowder of wacky rescue cats.

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First Degree Burns Part 2

Pairing: Firefighter!Dean x Reader (eventually)

Summary: Firefighter!AU. Dean is the new firefighter than has recently moved in, unbeknownst to you. You hear screaming and shouting outside of your house and waste no time to help those in need. You find out your neighbour’s son is still in the house and run in to save him. But can you?

Word Count: 1354

A/N – For @thing-you-do-with-that-thing ’s Favourite Things Challenge with the prompt: Firefighter!AU. This is Part 2.

Part 1

You fell into a deep sleep, unconsciousness dragging you down to its playground. The nurses and doctors had come in and out of your room checking your progress; your vitals and oxygen levels seemed to be their priority. You had broken your leg but eventually with rest that would heal but if they didn’t constantly check your chest and breathing regularly, they could miss something that could have an effect on your whole body. Thank god the fireman had gotten to you, and you to Sam. Following that train of thought, your eyes flew open, setting yourself in the sitting position, no matter how much it had pained you to move suddenly and you screamed.

‘SAM!’ Well, you thought you screamed, it certainly felt like it as you throat felt as if it had been ripped from its original place. Your throat was hoarse and dry, you started to cough and your breaths came in quick gasps. It was only then when you had noticed that Jody Mills was in the hospital with you along with your father, she quickly filled a cup of the cool water and handed it to you, which you gratefully accepted.

‘Hey, pumpkin.’ Your father, Bobby Singer, had gently said, his hand resting on your shoulder, coaxing you to lie back. ‘It’s okay, you did well. You saved that kid’s life. His dad even got you some flowers and a card, the kid came in here ta check up on ya.’

‘Multiple times, too. His father came in, quite the looker.’

‘Already...setting me...up, Jodes.’ You breathed, fear of speaking above a whisper, a small smile gracing your face. You quickly became tired, closing your heavy eyelids but not actually sleeping, the cup from your loose grasp was taken and you knew that Jody had put the cup with the remainder of the water back onto the table beside the hospital bed, your eyes shot open. ‘Daddy, am I on a cloud?’

You looked down at where your leg was elevated and in a cast. ‘Woah, a wood panel… broke my leg!’

‘Alright, I can see the morphine is kickin’ in.’ Bobby Singer had his fair share of run-ins at the hospital to know what it felt like. He had found himself caught up in a shooting a few years back and if it wasn’t for Jody Mills, the sheriff, Bobby would have died and you have given her a place in your heart ever since you found out that she was the one that was sent over through dispatch and did her job as quickly as she could. From what your father had told you, she had kept him grounded, he was about ready to let go; stop fighting and decide that his time on this earth was over. Thankfully for Jody, you didn’t think that he would have made it think far. At first, you thought that they weren’t going to last, she had previously called him the town’s drunk but she stopped when she realised why he had started to drink.

Your eyes began to close, your eyelids now too heavy for you to keep them open any longer, the drugs now taking over and pulling you into a welcome darkness. The last thing you heard was Jody reassuring your father that you were going to be okay and that they should head back to their home to eat something, shower then rest up to visit the next morning when you going to wake up.

‘Dad, you should have seen her! She was amazing. A superhero in my books. Can we go see her?’ Sam was bouncing in his place in his bed, his good arm flailing as he explained what you did. You had helped him believe in himself and move as quickly as he could. Dean could tell that Sam looked up to you and was enraptured already. You saved Dean’s son and for him, that was enough for you to get in his good books.

Dean ruffled the little boy’s floppy hair. ‘Soon. She’s still recovering and she’s probably still sleeping, too. And speaking of, you should get some rest as well. We’ll go see her when we get an update from her dad, okay buddy?’

Sam wiggled awkwardly down into the uncomfortable hospital bed, obeying that he should get some rest but not intending to close his eyes and sleep yet. Dean rubbed his chest and encouraged him to get some sleep but was soon interrupted by a knock at the door; it was your father and Jody.

‘How’s the little guy doing?’ Jody asked.

Dean looked at his son and smiled, turning back to the couple he said, ‘he’s alright thanks to your daughter. I appreciate it.’

Nor Jody or Bobby had the heart to tell him that you weren’t related to Jody.

‘Yeah, well she might be an idjit for storming in there without the right clothes but she’s got a big heart and that’s all that matters. They’re both alive so that’s a good sign, right?’

Dean straightened up, ‘what about your daughter? Has she woke up yet?’

‘Can we go see her?’ Sam had piped up, repeating his words from earlier. He seems to do that a lot. Dean was proud of the kid he was, the kid he brought up. He was kind, caring, and selfless and although Dean didn’t believe it, Sam had received those character traits from him.

The woman stepped closer to the little boy, a huge grin on her face as he showed compassion for you. Pulling up a chair, she sat in it and told Sam that although you had woken up, it was only for a short period of time and that it was only natural to do so. ‘I’ll give it a few hours or so before she’s awake again but in the meantime, you should get to sleep, young man. You’ve had a tough week.’ She winked after she used her, what she liked to call, Mom Voice.

‘Yes, ma’am.’ He offered her a salute and began to lie on his right arm; the uninjured one, and drifted off into a peaceful slumber.

Getting a few hours sleep, you were awakened when you heard rustling near the end of your bed or was that the door. Your eyes fluttered open and were met with two figures, in the shadows, you could see that one was significantly taller than the other. Adjusting your eyes, you thought that the smaller looked familiar so through a hoarse breath you said. ‘Sam?’

‘Yeah.’ He started to amble over to your bedside, you then noticed that he was wearing a sling on his left arm.

‘Oh, Sam. I’m so sorry about your arm.’

He giggled a little, taking your already outstretched hand. ‘You saved me from getting a lot more hurt. Is it okay if I turn on the light?’

You responded with a small nod and smiled.

The taller man’s face was now illuminated, the details of his face now more prominent. Especially his You were sure your eyes bulged out of your face; the smirk on his face was a giveaway. You were instantly drawn to this man and he hadn’t even uttered a word yet. ‘We just wanted to thank you.’ He gave you a small smile. It fell as quickly as it appeared. But it was so full of meaning and you could tell he was grateful for your help in saving his son.

‘It’s okay, I know how hard it is to lose someone you love.’ A look of sorrow passed over your face as you thought about worse times, a smile mimicked his previous one. ‘I know what it’s like to lose a child, I wouldn’t wish that upon anyone else.’

Dean’s face had grown pale. He didn’t know what it felt like to lose a child but he had lost his mother and Sam’s mother. He couldn’t think about the pain and despair, it was a heartbreaking thought that he didn’t want to conjure, he couldn’t think about losing another loved one especially his little boy.

Part 3

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Updated August 7, 2020 | For Cat People By Karen Anderson This article has affiliate links. Find out more here. Kittens love to play– but it’s not simply for enjoyable. Play is a vital element of their development, aiding them create social, hunting, and activity skills. You can feel good purchasing your kittycat a wide range of toys to discover, knowing that you’re preparing them to live their ideal life.

As the proprietor of 5 middle-aged cats, pulling together the checklist of the most effective kitten toys was a stroll down memory lane. As well as it advised me that the toys my kittens liked one of the most were not the ones that at first appealed to me– as well as definitely not one of the most sparkly. A lot of my kittycats appreciated the playthings they could truly connect with– particularly the ones like scratchers. Keep in mind: You’re showing them to make use of the scratcher rather than your sofa! And also

they’re learning to chomp on

their toys rather than on your hands or ankles. The Most Effective Kitten Toys for Active Kittens From furry computer mice to puzzle feeders you can full of

treats, these 12 playthings will certainly maintain your kittycat hectic and also help them mature solid.(If you have several kittycats, anticipate to see a few tugs-of-war as they discover exactly how to share their playthings.)

The”turbo”component is the ping pong round in a track that your kittycat will like to knock around in circles at high speed. The inner cardboard scraping circle is exchangeable, so this cost effective kittycat plaything will certainly

maintain your fuzzball hectic as they grow up. This 16 x 16-inch plastic frame is easy to wipe tidy, as well as the scratcher toy comes with a package of grown-in-the-USA catnip. Shop on Chewy These cosy little computer mice from Kong will hold up to those sharp kittycat teeth and claws. It will tantalize your bitty kitty with crinkling noises and also Kong’s own North American catnip. Some purchasers report that their kitties established a love for the computer mouse and insisted on carrying it around with them! Shop on Chewy < img class ="alignnone wp-image-163300 "src ="https://www.rover.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/cat-tunnel.jpg" alt= "SmartyKat retractable tunnel" width= "500"height ="394" srcset="https://www.rover.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/cat-tunnel.jpg 550w, https://www.rover.com/blog/wp-content/uploads/2019/03/cat-tunnel-300×236.jpg 300w"dimensions="(max-width: 500px)100vw , 500px” >

Whether you’re amusing one kittycat or an entire litter, a tunnel gives unlimited enjoyable. Crackling nylon indoor material includes in their sensory rate of interest. The passage collapses and also folds up level right into a ring for simple storage space when it’s not in usage. There are many tunnels on the market, but the SmartyKat gets high scores for toughness.

Shop on Chewy A traditional stick toy with a twist, this hardworking Kong intro includes brilliant feathers, a crinkle sound, and enticing catnip. It’s a fun addition to your kitten’s play arsenal. Shop on Chewy Some kittycats have fun with it. Some kittycats sleep on it. Nearly all kitties are drawn in to this soft, cuddly surface area covered with bug-shaped playthings that can be carried out as well as batted around your house. The 10-by-14-inch mat is enticingly crackly; the pests are packed with catnip. Shop on Chewy It’s hard to beat a laser reminder as a top-notch

kitten toy! This has a red LED light with 3 settings, pulse, strobe, as well as steady, as well as a laser reminder for kitties to chase across floorings and also furniture.(We recognize that you know that grown-up supervision is required so the laser beam is never ever pointed at human or kitten eyes. )It consists of 3 substitute batteries. Shop on Chewy This vibrant stack of racetracks with brilliant moving balls on each level will certainly keep your kitty hectic! With sturdy building and non-skid pads, it can stand up to some severe prank. Shop on Chewy These durable, heavy-gauge springs drive kitties wild with their unpredictable bounce patterns. Soft coatings are secure for kittycats and bright colors

make these very easy for humans in the house to keep an eye on underfoot. Shop on Chewy This interactive wand on a resilient fiberglass post features an entire set of neon-bright wiggly suggestions. Make sure to store it unreachable when not in use, as some cats may attempt to eat the wiggly worms.(Running out of clip-on worms? You can obtain replacements.) Shop on Chewy This sturdy cotton kitten toy is” top banana”in several homes. It’s stuffed with organic catnip, perfect for getting hold of, nuzzling, and also rabbit kicking.

Shop on Chewy This SmartyKat chickadee toy will bring out the hunter in your kittycat. It resembles the unforeseeable sights, seems, as well as activity of a feline’s all-natural target. Plus, it’s stuffed with catnip for additional enjoyable!(One reviewer kept in mind that the chirping drove her nuts, so she waited till she was pursuing a while to switch on the toy for the pet cats.)

Shop on Chewy The initial Cat Dancer is among those toys that doesn’t appear like much; it’s simply some pieces of rolled cardboard at the end of a cable. But once you start waving it about, your kittycat will go nuts attempting to capture it! Pretty quickly, you’ll comprehend why this is just one of the most prominent playthings around. Find on Amazon Does your kittycat love to search? This problem feeder toy will certainly let them run

, go after, pounce– and after that devour their victim. It’s made to arbitrarily dispense deals with and also completely dry food and also is adjustable to 3 degrees of problem. Easy to keep clean– you can put it in the dish washer with your various other cat recipes. Shop on Chewy Place these in a little box or basket as well as watch as your kitten has hours of enjoyable taking each toy out and chasing them around your house. Some kittycats even think of creative hiding locations to stash their favorites. This selection pack has 25 bouncy, crinkly toys to maintain your kitty active– plus the lightweight play passage to race through. Shop on Chewy Further Reading Featured photo using Chewy Karen Anderson is an author at Rover. Before joining Rover, she was a writer as well as editor at Apple and a consultant for business including Cardiac Science, Houzz, the

Home Owners Club, and the Seattle Times. Her leisure activities are dancing, gardening, science fiction, as well as pet-sitting for neighbors as well as good friends. She shares her residence with a delightful clowder of wacky rescue cats.

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