#like his toes are stinky but thats okay

[sk8thatsk8edaway]

let's be so fr he is TEARING UP those 2000s clubs

[shimshamshimsham]

had an idea of 13 yr old dave meeting his meat and candy selves, heres what i wrote for that (may or may not do the rest of the beta kids ltr)

DAVE: ... DAVE: ... DAVEBOT: ... DAVE: ok what the fuck DAVEBOT: what DAVE: dawg what do you mean what youre a full ass titanium tank DAVE: walking around like T-800 in Terminator 1 shooting up your targets like “beep boop eat my alloy ass” DAVE: or wait maybe youre like how he was in the second movie defending that one kid with the fucked up haircut DAVE: idk take your pick DAVEBOT: depends on the day tbh DAVE: damn okay thats kinda fucked up DAVEBOT: why whats wrong with it DAVE: well no its not like a bad thing DAVE: like actually the opposite thats categorically fucking awesome DAVE: its just kinda insane DAVE: like DAVE: how did this happen dude DAVEBOT: i could explain it but its kinda a long story DAVEBOT: you better be prepared to sit our choice ass down and listen to a fuckin heap of a strider ramble for this one dude DAVE: oh im one hundo percent down to hear the full davebot-ification saga like im listenin to the tales of old but instead of old they’re like new cuz they happen in the future or whatever DAVE: first though DAVE: whats your deal DAVE: huh DAVE: well youre both like different future versions of me right like what happened in your timeline or whatever DAVE: oh uh DAVE: not much tbh DAVE: not as interesting as mr ethereal brobot over there im just kinda chilling in space after losing an election with my- DAVE: … DAVE: uh DAVE: yeah anyway im just doofing around heading after our mutual bro DAVEBOT: are you gonna tell him the thing DAVE: what thing DAVE: youre saying that like theres some kinda big fuckin topic im tip-toeing around like its some stinky ass cheese and im a 12 year old greg heffley DAVEBOT: the karkat thing DAVE: oh absolutely not DAVE: dont even say his name im not talking about this DAVE: ??? DAVEBOT: you gotta talk about it man DAVE: no i like absolutely dont DAVE: could you imagine being 13 year old us hearing that shit im not gonna fucking tell him DAVE: if you want him to know so bad why dont you tell him yourself DAVEBOT: i never said i was- DAVE: dont pull that shit bro you absolutely are DAVE: even if you dont think you are personally you got all those alternate dave brains bouncing around your metal dome and theres absolutely no fuckin way none of those handsome bastards have thought about stapling a singular bright pink triangle to their lobe DAVE: what are you talking about DAVEBOT: hes gay DAVE: WHAT THE FUCK DAVE: WHAT THE FUCK

[cherriesforhim]

Ok, Superhero.

Pairing: peter parker x ballerina!fem!reader

Warnings: if there are any pls let me know i have terrible critical skills. Also english is not my first language so if there are any grammatical mistakes lmk and sorry in advance.

Summary: After an exhaustive ballet practice you decide to take a shortcut on your way home, but your decision might mess with certain superhero's plans.

A/N: just something i had on drabbles and thought it was really good to leave there, couldnt finish tho, willing to try depending on the feedback! Hope yall like it, its really short..

Words: 215

This is it.

I guess thats how it ends, you think.

You should have never taken that alley to get home early, you knew it was risky, especially for a girl, but your feet hurt so much it was affecting your brain function, you just wanted to get home faster, clearly a mistake that lead you to this very moment.

"Hey look, i wont hurt you, okay?!" he says quickly, like a loud whisper. Its kinda hard to believe it when the person saying that has their hand covering your mouth and is pressing you against the dirty wall of a stinky alley.

And wears a fucking mask, seriously, this is so fucking stupid, dying by the hands of a delusional serial killer.

So you let out an useless muffled scream, with wide eyes and anger, you're not even scared, you're just mad at your fucked up decision making skills.

"Y- oh Jesus! Im sorry- im not the bad guy, im a superhero" oh god, it gets even worse "see the uniform?" he takes a step back without letting his hands off of you and looks down as a sign for you to do the same.

You eye him head to toe. In red, deep blue and spider web patterns, stands the self-proclaimed superhero.

...

[dreamersville]

heyyy boo🥹🩷 can you do like some hcs or drabbles on how the hashiras would come home to you sleeping at night after a long misson🙏🏾🙏🏾 like maybe they try to like slip in the bed and reader wakes up??...or not- whatever come to your beautiful mind really😩.

preferably with tengen, sanemi, and mitsuri 🤭

thank youuuu❤️❤️

an? im soooo soo sorry about mitsuri missing, the blanks i was drawing when i seen her name is really insane and thats why it took so long for this to come out ..but she still not in the post..ANYWAYS i hope this was to your liking my love💜 and again i am very sorry for the wait, request are open

pairings? tengen black reader, sanemi x black reader

tw? cursing, mention of a fall lmk if there is anything else

Tengen — walks in the kitchen/dining area where you were laying at a desk, head in your hands, in what looks like an uncomfortable position. Ink spots on your hands and now face. From the scattered paper on the desk and the numerous ink spots around the desk, he can conclude that you were writing him a letter, again. He walks up to you snorting as you shift to lay your head right next to some ink, quickly stepping in set on stopping your head from touching the ink spot. You nuzzle your face into his hand more chasing the warmth from it. He uses his other hand to brush your braids back from your head, taking a quick glance around the table to see where your bonnet is. Gathering the braids in his hand he maneuvers you better so he could wrap them in the bonnet. Wrapping your braids so that he could place your bonnet on your head, giving your forehead a kiss when he is finished. Makio is probably standing in the doorway watching the scene with soft eyes, a blanket thrown over her shoulder with the intention to place it around your shoulders. She comes over and gives you and tengen a kiss on the cheek, places the blanket over your body as you turn around to curve into tengens body. You always take it the hardest when tengens goes out on these long missions so your wives take it upon themselves to pay more attention to you to make sure that you are okay. Tengen knows this also so you're the first one he seeks out when coming home from a mission. It's in moments like these where he feels lucky to have all of you. You stir in your sleep mumbling about “why tf your gumbo taste like that?” girl- Tengen smiled to himself as he readjust his hold on you as he picks you talking to your yall room so that he could lay you down with the rest of his wives. You shuffle under the covers, scooting closer to Suma looking to replace the warmth you just lost. Tengen maneuvers everyone so that he is in the middle with two on his left and two on his right, extending his arms out so that he could embrace his wives all at once, relaxing once he's sure that you all are all here and accounted for. Releasing a breath he didn't know he was holding in, he hums as he is lulled into a gentle sleep.

Sanemi — comes in from a long mission with a jittering feeling under his skin. Although he's been on longer missions than this one this was the first time he was coming back to you. Discarding his shoes and most of his clothes at the door, he intends to go take a shower knowing how much you dislike “the smell of outside” whatever tf that is, but he wouldn't wanna be on your bad side when he just got back, so he is going to grumble his stinky ass through that good shower, coming out more relaxed than expected. Slightly rushing now that he finally finna be able to get you back in his arms. In his rush he trips over a shirt that you must have taken off before you got in the bed, in a haste to catch himself, he does some of move so that most of the impact from the fall is more so towards left side trying to be as quiet as possible. rolling onto his stomach, he sees your toes mere inches away from his face. You were just going to use the bathroom, you didn't expect to see sanmei there on the floor. Still in your half sleep state you step around sanemi and county on your way to the bathroom. It is only when you're washing your hands and feel the water on your feet that you realize somebody `had used the shower recently but who? It was only you here .. you slowly open the door and see your husband still on the floor, now the dots are starting to connect.. You chuckled to yourself then went and helped him up eager to get him bed now that you realized he was finally back. As you are making an attempt to try and help sanemi, he jumps up and stares at you, until you run into his arms knocking him a few feet back as he has to stumble to fall on his ass again. Sanemi it's time to for you to go back to sleep, but you wouldn't relinquish him from your hold on him so he turn the bathroom light off, leaving the mess of water to dry up and makes his way to your bedroom, maneuvering into the bed in a way that doesn't disturb you since you decided that you were going to go back to sleep now that you had your man in your arms, adjusting you and himself so that you were being big spooned by him. You were laying on right arm while his left was slowly stroking up and down your leg, allowing himself to hold you before he drifts off the dream land

once again hoped you enjoyed my lovee <33. request are open

[ushiwakaout]

Things I believe Sakusa Kiyoomi (pro MSBY volleyball player) would say if you lived together (from the moment you wake up, to the moment you fall asleep).

you’re msby manager bc i said so, and you wear glasses when u read

“Hey stinky wake up, we got early practice.” (5:00 am)

“Come on, you forgot to shower yesterday, shower now before i kick you to the shower.”

“Hold on, give me a kiss.”

*taps you ass to rush you to the shower*

“Don’t use up all the hot water”

“Hurry up i feel sticky.”

“Where’d you put my antibacterial soap.”

“Did you guy the apple scented shampoo?”

“Why’d you get the rose one, that’s the one Atsumu likes, i changed it for a reason.”

“Did you buy me a new loofa? Bc this one is more than a month old. It’s packing bacteria”

“Don’t buy me a neon green one because it reminds me of you- because i said so.”

“Come on we’re gonna be late.”

“Atsumu get your hands off my s/o.”

“It’s too early to deal with them.” (6:00 am)

“Help me stretch.”

“Push harder, i’m not beefy like bokuto, i can actually reach my ankles.”

“Bokuto their helping me, butt out.”

“What do you mean you’re gonna help him?”

*will hold your wrist and like swing it a little like a baby*

“Fine, give me a kiss tho.” (6:10 am)

*everyone’s a little shocked that all of you have lasted so long*

“What are you looking at atsumu.”

“No atsumu they won’t help you stretch.”

“Go help hinata instead of atsumu, because i like him better thats why.”

*will kiss you in between breaks even if hes all sweaty*

“How do you kiss me when im all sweaty, isn’t it gross?”

“No? Good, come here.”

*not the biggest fan of pda but the occasional kiss in public is fine (he’s very comfortable with his teammates but won’t tell anyone)*

“Can you refill my bottle for me?”

*will help you clean up after practice but will immediately shower before kissing you again because he’s extra sweaty*

“You missed a spot. No right here. Right.... No you’re good. Actually give me that.” (9:30 am)

“Did you bring me an extra mask?”

“Why arent u wearing the one i gave you?”

“It’s in your pocket, baby- Look, get over here. You owe me Umeboshi”

*will make you jump to reach your mask*

“give me a kiss”

*only pulls down his mask to kiss you*

“Let go buy some umeboshi.”

*doesn’t hold your hand but he makes you wrap your arm around his bc he likes being close to you*

*if you take the train he makes to stand in a corner, and you know he hates crowds and people but he does not want you getting touched by a stranger*

“I want coffee, do you want coffee?”

“Let’s go to the café by our place, i don’t like the other ones, their coffee is watered down.l

“Do you want anything? You’re buying me my fruit so i’ll buy you something.” (11:00 am)

“Did you not like it? I told you not to order thing you haven’t tried.”

“This is good, do you want mine?”

“Just drink it and give me yours.”

“You know i don’t care, you took a tiny sip y/n, give me it now.”

“Y/n, youre not forcing me to drink anything, give me your damn drink.”

“Stop being a baby, now wrap your arm around mine, i wanna go home and take a nap.”

“It’s you’re turn to clean right? Okay, i’m gonna take a nap.” (12:30 pm)

“Hey- They guys asked me to go out for drinks and i said i wouldn’t go without you....” (2:00 pm)

“Stop looking at my bed head... so do you wanna go?”

“Why do you look good?”

“It’s just drinks.”

*if you wear a dress*

“Can you not... pull this down more?”

*if you wear a button down*

“I’m just gonna *buttons up your shirt* “there you go” *pats your chest* “that’s better”

*watches you out your glasses on to read the drink menu after he’s had a few shots.”

“You look so cute” (5:00 pm)

*pinches cheeks*

“Come here give me a kiss.”

*bokuaka is a cannon ship in any of my headcannons*

“Why can’t we be touchy like bokuto and akaashi?”

“What do you mean i don’t like it?”

“I said no such thing.”

“Give me another kiss.”

“Another one”

“Hey... you wanna marry me one day?”

“No im not kidding, why would i be kidding?”

“No i don’t wanna go home yet, i wanna let atsumu you’re mine.”

“You’re not gonna leave me for piss hair right?”

“Not even Hinata?”

“Good, come here. I want a hug.”

“Take me home i wanna sleep now.” (7:00 pm)

“Actually i’m hungry, buy me food please.”

“No, nothing spicy. something savory.”

“Let’s go to Onigiri Miya, Osamu is the better miya, have i said that already?”

*at onigiri miya* “OSAMU, my favorite miya!” (7:30 pm)

“No im not drunk, did y/n tell you.”

“Give me something good.”

“No, not in the house- i’m paying.”

“Miya, i will make Atsumu my favorite, and you know i don’t wanna do that.”

“Baby, tell Osamu i’m not drunk.”

“No, no, no, i’m tipsy.”

*will make you feed him, will also deny it the next day*

“Goodnight favorite brother!” (9:00 pm)

“You think he believes me when i tell him he’s my favorite?”

“No? Good because atsumu is actually my favorite, but told tell him that.”

“Are you recording? What for?”

“Help me upstairs, I think i’m gonna fall.”

*sloppy fuck when he’s drunk and will cum inside you because he wants you to be a mess for him since he’s usually very picky about it. Kiyoomi is so fucking dirty when he’s drunk it’s stupid. will fuck you raw, will call you dirty names, will make you go dumb and if you pass out hed pass out with you*

“Hey, give me a bath will you? I don’t wanna smell like beer tomorrow.” (9:30 pm)

“Put all that nice stuff in my bath, i wanna smell good.”

“Please buy the apple shampoo because i actually really like it.”

“Reminds me of you.”

“Baby, just get in here with me.”

“Please.”🥺

*will hold you in the bath and nuzzle his head in the crook of your neck*

“I love you, so much.... You know that right?”

“Thank you for dealing with my freak cleaning obsession.”

“Are you sure it’s not a problem?”

“I know i’m picky but i try, for you and you only.”

*he will dry you off a little lazy bc he’s still really tipsy*

“Come to bed with me. i wanna hold you.”

“You’re feet are cold, put on socks.”

Extras:

“Baby i don’t feel so good.” (3:00 am)

“Baby~ wake up.”

“Hey- hey, don’t be so loud.”

“Can you clean this for me?”

“No, clean it again.”

“Did you buy more umeboshi?”

“We don’t have any more umeboshi”

“Shut it bokuto you can’t even touch your toes because you’re so beefy.”

“Baby, tell bokuto he’s too beefy- no it’s not mean- it’s funny.”

*at home drunk* “You like my body better right?” *will button down his shirt and make you touch his toned stomach*

“if you wanted my body to be like his i don’t think you’d scratch my bad as much as you did last night” *still very drunk*

“Hey, go clean that.”

“Come here, you have something in your eye.”

“Let me clean under your nails.”

*this man has a weird thing for popping your pimples, blackheads, stuff like that. will not admit it*

[himbo-kuto]

i saw this screencap from the manga and knew IMMEDIATELY that i would have to write a lil headcanon of aone and his turtle. he is literally the most precious person who deserves the whole entire world.

i hope you enjoy reading it as much as i did writing it!

genre: fluff, wholesomeness, a whole baked bean, college!au pairing: aone x gn!reader word count: 2k warning: language

okay so you ended up being roommates with aone, futakuchi, and mai when you ended up transferring colleges last minute and needed housing

you saw that they had an empty spot and with time not being on your side, you decided to take the opportunity!! apt 205 squad!!

at first you kind of felt left out since they all knew each other from date tech but you soon warmed up to futakuchi since you had a few classes with him and mai because well-- you guys shared a room

HOWEVER!! one person you couldn’t seem to get close to was a man by the name of takanobu aone-- lemme tell u sumn about this Baked Bean

whenever you tried to interact with him, all he would do is 👁 👄 👁  or just Grunt in response

you were a bit discouraged because you thought he didn’t like you so you shied away from talking to him again :(

but futakuchi was quick to ensure you that was just his way of communicating and that he was actually really engaged in the conversation 

“oh yeah, he’s a great listener-- i talk to him for hours and he just sits and listens”

“ok futakuchi-san, but have you considered that you talk Too much for your own good?”

he gave you the finger for that one

but omg the first time aone Spoke to you????? rocked ur mf world-- what the Heck!!

you were in the mood to bake some cookies and were looking for the big mixing bowls but you just remembered that futakuchi used it to try and make a baking soda volcano 

why??? who knows but all you do know is that he put it ALL the way on the top shelf-- and for what????

but u know-- bein dumb as dirt u tried to use a swivel chair to try and reach for them

and of course it was all the way in the back like wtf curse these tall men-- 

and so you got on your tippy toes and right as you were about to reach it, Of Course the chair decided to turn 

and u were 🤏🏼 this close to eating shit but thanks to the one-- the only-- tol angel baby aone, he stopped the chair dead in its tracks just in time for you to regain your balance

“are you okay?”

you were so shook (one from almost breaking your face and two-- AONE JUST SPOKE AND SAVED YOU!!!) 

at first you just stood there blinking down at him with the bowls in your arms like hinata season 4, episode 15 - 15:37

he held up his arms to you and you blushed so hard because was he really about to carry you down????

but before your mind had anytime to roam, he pointed to the bowls and you realized with your real eyes that you were not the one to whom he was referring to 

it wasn’t long until you got over your initial iron wall with aone (…. 😏)  and he actually ended up being someone you hung out with on a regular basis

mai was always out studying for her practicals in the library while futakuchi… well.. who even knows what the heck that man is up to..

but ANYWAYS!! you guys would hang out mostly in the living room to watch TV, do homework and eat meals-- he always helped you with your math homework and you helped him with his architecture models!! 

you didn’t really know what he liked to watch but he didn’t seem to oppose whatever you had on-- however, you Did notice that whenever you put on volleyball he stared very intensely at the TV only stopping when commercials came on

aone Always ate your home cooked meals without fail

literally such a sweet and appreciative boy as opposed to futakuchi who would complain but one time aone gave him That Look™️ and he shut right the fuck up

that day forward futakuchi ate all your meals like a good boy

aone has also become very protective of you-- in high school, he may have locked onto the aces of the other teams, but in college he locked onto his close friends to make sure they were safe

one time you guys got onto a cramped bus to go grocery shopping and all it took was this creepo man to just Look at you the wrong way for aone to stand right in front of you and shoot this man a death glare that said “if you even think about touching her i’ll put you into the ground” 

HE MAY HAVE A HEART OF GOLD BUT DONT MESS WITH THE PEOPLE HE CARES ABOUT OR ELSE IT’S HANDS 

but know this ladies, gents and my non-binary friends, we MOST DEFINITELY sit next to aone on the bus and engage in the best of conversations because tHATS WHAT THIS MAN DESERVES!!!!!!!!! 

not to mention all the times he has saved you due to your clumsiness and overall single brain cell fueled activities 

one fateful day you were sitting in the living room as you saw aone come home with a whole bag of groceries

he didn’t put them into the communal fridge so you were a bit confused as to why he took them straight into his room

you weren’t one to just bust in there to try and find out so later when you guys were eating dinner you asked him what he bought at the store

he listed off a bunch of produce and then said that they were for his turtle!!!!

you were all !!?!?!??? 🥺🥺🥺🥺🥺 TURTLE?????? WHERE??? HOW LONG HAVE THEY BEEN HERE??? CAN I SEE THEM?

he goes on to tell you that he’s had the turtle ever since they all moved in!! but it never came up in conversation so you never knew until now

him and futakuchi rescued the turtle but when they tried to let them go, they didn’t go anywhere so they kept them!! 

so after dinner you both quickly washed the dishes, and he brought you into their room to show you his turtle

you were honestly a bit nervous going into their room-- like what were you to expect??? was it going to be messy?? stinky?? clean??? were there any secrets????

but to your surprise it was fairly clean and simple-- even futakuchi’s side (which you assumed was aone’s doing)

you looked around his room to find all these old pictures of date tech on the wall, many of them with futakuchi and mai

there was even a photo of all the third years clinging to aone like koalas on a tree and though his expression was faint, you could tell that he was happy

it warmed your heart to see that he got along with his teammates and held these memories close to him-- they accepted him for who he was and that was more than enough for you

he also had plethora of architecture books on his shelves which made you wonder why he picked that major in the first place

but you shrugged it off as you looked over to his desk

there was a table next to it with an enclosure and a cute little turtle sunbathing underneath a lamp inside

you scurried over to the tank, getting down on your knees to get eye level with the animal while you slowly brought your face to the glass  

the turtle was half curled into its shell, looking up at you as he gave you a slow blink

you could’ve sworn you felt your heart explode and melt all at once in that Exact moment

you looked up at aone with 🥺 eyes before looking back to reptile to see them poking their head out to fully greet you 

you squealed internally as you wiggled your finger as your salutations

“do they have a name?” 🥺 

“ichigo-desu...” (strawberry)

you thought your heart exploded before?????????????

oh bitch you felt like you were about to go into full blown cARDIAC ARREST MY G O D!!!!!!

“did futakuchi name them?”

“no i did…”

you literally hunched over, and leaned onto the desk for support as your heart was filled with his soft boy energy because there was no wAY!!! DID AONE JUST NAME THIS TURTLE ICHHHIGOOOO BITCHHH AHHH

but lowkey aone was also being filled with your soft energy and got all blushy-- but thank god you were too occupied by his turtle to notice

“do you want to feed him a strawberry? it’s his dinner time too”

you could not have said yes faster to this man 

he went into his personal fridge and there you saw all the groceries he had earlier that day!! he pulled out a single strawberry before handing it over to you

he walked over to the tank and cautiously pulled out ichigo before placing them on the ground

HOWEVERRRRRR!! what came next you didn’t expect at all

he walked around so that he was behind you, gingerly reached for your hand and guided you to hold the strawberry out for ichigo 

ichigo craned their neck in the sight of the fruit and started chowing down

and by God you hoped that aone could not hear your loud ass heartbeat and see your red ass face-- (you were surprised that ichigo wasn’t going after you since your face might as well have been a strawberry)

you two sat in a comfortable silence as you watched the little reptile enjoy his dinner 

as ichigo drew closer to the leafy bit, you wanted to ask aone if he was allowed to eat that part 

so you turned your head to the side to speak but immediately closed your mouth as aone’s face was only centimeters away from yours 

you thought you were red back then???? bitch buckle up cause we’re reaching a new LEVEL of red

at that moment you were no think, no thought, head EMPTY as you just stared at his profile 

all of his features were strong... the bridge of his nose, his jawline, his expression-- he himself was a strong man and you just wondered how all this soft, fluffy, wholesomeness was packed into this 192cm man

and just as you relaxed into this position

FUTAKUCHI BUSTS THROUGH THE DOOR WITHOUT ANY KIND OF WARNING JUST TALKIN OUT OF HIS ASS 

at first he’s so absorbed into his own conversation that he doesn’t even notice you guys in that position

but when he does??? it’s like those moments in animes where you’re all chibitized and you just have circle eyes and a blank expression o_o

you IMMEDIATELY come to your senses, releasing the rest of the strawberry and aone’s hand

if you could peace fade in this moment, you would’ve definitely flashed futakuchi a duces

but alas, you could not..

so you scrambled to your feet-- but not before thanking aone for letting you meet his turtle-- and RAN out TF of that room heart a BEEATTINN

from that day on, you visited aone and his turtle a lot more-- even going so far as buying things for ichigo!!

“hey aone-san, did ichigo like the squash i cooked?”

“mm.”

“hey aone-san, does ichigo like the new hide?”

“mm.”

“look aone-san! he can’t grip onto the cherry tomato!! it keeps rolling around!”

“mm.”

many of your conversations went along like that and he always appreciated the amount of effort you put into them

he wasn’t a man of many words but did his best to make sure you knew that he was listening and engaged

at one point mai and futakuchi said that “he has spoken more words to you in these past few months than he has with us in 3 years”

you were surprised but also flattered by the fact that aone was comfortable enough to open up and have conversation with you 

although it was a bit of a rough patch in the beginning, you were glad that you became a part of the 205 squad! it was you, aone, futakuchi, mai and ichigo against the world!!

[sunnys-sides-up]

👑 We are here to introduce ourselves. I'm Ryan, and I'm the prince in charge. Let me start by saying we are not a DID system, we are merely Sunny's sides, much like the Sander's Sides show on YouTube. I am his creativity and love of acting, and the main side in charge. I am a prince after all~

😎 Hey, sup, yall, I'm Remy. I'm Sunnys sass and his addiction to coffee. Don't get in my way, I'm straight but act Hella gay lol

📚 I am Kayto. I am sunnys logic and his love of learning and puzzle games like Portal 2 and maze games. I'm also the one of the group who like documentaries and Game Theory.

💫 HIIIIII!!!! I'm Joop!! I'm his ADHD and his hyper fixations on aaaaaaaaaalllllll his favorite hobbies. I love singing, and dancing, and instruments, and drawing, and painting, and rp, and puppiesssss!!!!! Ryan's better at keeping me focused on the creative stuff, but I love keeping everyone on their toes of what I wanna do next!

🦨 Hello~ I'm Trashman. I'm his gross and stinky creativity. (I'm the one that comes up with ideas in the bedroom~~ hehehehe

Trashman!!

🦨well its true~

You dont tell people that!

🦨oh well~

🌧 *sigh* Anyway, I'm Ximmens. I'm Sunnys depression, anxiety, and the quietest in the group. Okay bye

💭 Im Kyle. I'm basically the "go-with-the-flow" side of Sunny's personality. Im also the peace-keeper between the others, so when a fight breaks out I try and keep everybody calm enough to work through our issues.

💞 Hi, lovelies, I'm Mom. I'm Sunnys morality and love for his family. Even though his family is mostly found family ^_^

🧡 Hey, everybody, I'm Dad. I'm another facet of his morality, and his "dad-friend" side. I'm the one that likes to take care of the others and make everyone feel loved

💙 Heeeeyyyy little dudessss! I'm Blue! I'm Sunnys confidence. Ryan and I had to leave for a while, but were back! We are back and better than EVER!

🌙 Hello, I'm exhaustion. I'm basically his love of sleep, and sunnys ability to fall asleep anywhere. But if something needs to get done or if a friend needs help, I help keep him awake at night to make sure what needs to happen happens. No matter what time it is.

💘 I am Lust. I am sunnys romantic side, and, well, his lust. I make all of Trashman's wonderful ideas more romantic and beautiful. I'm what makes him obsessed over Cass, his fiance. I love when two people find each other and are a perfect fit. Its the most beautiful thing.

🌸 *sits and wags tail happily* (Hi there! I'm Sweetie. I'm a dog! I'm Ximmen's therapy dog. I love making people happy and just being a shoulder to cry on. I dont even need to say much, just be there and it helps!)

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And thats everybody! Or at least everybody who's shown themself to me. I'm Sunny, and these are my sides! Thank you for reading, and we hope to talk to you guys more soon!

[feng-xins]

A Life So Wondrous

Pairing : Fujibayashi Genya/MC

Genre : Gen 

A/N : Requested by anon! Hope you enjoy <3 Genya is such a dreamboat but he’s a dreamboat with feeeelings, yknow? 

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At six years old, Genya's path ahead is straight and true.

Train. Fight. Win.

Follow orders. Complete the mission. Report back.

Get stronger. Get better. Head the Fujibayashi Village in his father's place

 "That sounds boring," she wrinkles her nose when he tells her as much, and Saku frowns at her from his perch on a tree branch, kicking his legs out so they dangle beneath him.

  "It's better than grinding those stinky herbs all day like you do," Saku sticks out his tongue at her, and Tobimaru shrieks in what almost sounds like agreement. 

 She flushes, the clovers in her hands crushed as she curls her fingers into tight, angry fists. "You're stinky. You and your ugly cat," 

   Sakuya's whole frame tightens, his cheeks slashes an angry, bright red "Tobimaru is a -,"

 "Oi," Genya interjects, before this dissolves into either tears or fists. They stare at each other a moment longer, then deflate almost simultaneously. Honestly, sometimes he's not sure which two out of the three of them are siblings.

 "When I'm clan head," he says, just because he can "I'll make you two get married,"

  The ensuing chaos is enough to drain the air of any residue tension, and in the breaths between bouts of laughter Genya thinks that maybe being clan head wouldn't be so bad, if he could spend all of his days just like this one

.........

At twelve, Genya's path brings him to the looming gates of Iga Village. It's their first mission outside of Iga territory, both his and Saku's. He supposed this day would come sooner or later, but now that its here -

 He casts a glance out at the forest beyond the gates, feels something he cant quite name tingle up his spine and settle in his chest, like a first breath above water.

"You know your mission," his father tells the two of them sternly, and Genya drags his gaze away from beyond the gates "Your mission leader's orders are absolute. I will have no complaints about disobedience, or incompetence,"

 "Yes, Father," he and Saku echo. His father looks them up and down one last time, and if Genya were slightly more naive he would almost, almost bring himself to believe Father was going to tell his sons to stay safe, to come back to the village alive.

 "Do not fail me,"   

  Almost

.....................

 At fourteen, Genya's path is hard-packed and well trodden. This is the shinobi way. This is what he was meant to do. This is why he was born.

 Isn't it?

 He gets up. Trains. Fights. Wins. 

  Why isn't that enough? When did it stop being enough?

  Mission briefings fade into white noise. Why do they still have briefings, anyway? Everyone knows the rules - don't get attached, don't get comfortable, don't get caught. Why not just send them on their way and be done with it?

He used to eye his father's seat with stars in his eyes. Now -

Does he even know what the stars look like outside of the village? 

Why does that bother him? Who cares about the damn stars?

.......

 At seventeen, Genya's path opens up before him, so wide and open and inviting and possible that it nearly scares him. 

 He graduates top of his class, and almost wishes he hadn't if only because it meant Sakuya came in second. He listens to his brother beat himself up about being two points behind for all of ten minutes before the elation breaks through and he claps Sakuya on the back, grinning so widely he feels the sweet ache in his cheeks. 

 "Gen?," Saku tilts his head, quizzical.

 "Forget the scores, Saku. Just- just forget about it for a second okay? Just - ," a laugh bubbles out of him then, freedom and elation spilling out into a joyful whoop that catches on the wind " We're free. Free, Saku!. We can go anywhere we want. Take our own missions, do whatever we like. Come on, lets do it. You and me, lets go to - I don't know -Ueda. Kai! Let's take a mission together. Somewhere far away, where the village won't bother to check up on us. We could do it, me and -,"

  "Gen, what are you talking about?,"

There is ice in Sakuya's eyes, cold frosting over sapphire so fast and hard that Genya feels suddenly like he's looking into the eyes of a stranger.

  "Our place is here. We graduated to serve the village. We did all of it, everything, to serve the village," pain flashes across Sakuya's face, the same way it did the morning Genya found him outside the gates of Iga at dawn, blood speckling his clothes and dirt beneath his fingernails. "It can't be for nothing now. All of that - it had to be for the village,"

  "Right," A completed mission at the expense of broken wings. That was the trade their father had made, sending Sakuya for that first mission "Of course. Sorry. I just - sorry,"   

  "Your place is here. With father, and me, and the village,"

 "Yeah. Yeah, you're right. Thanks, Saku," 

 He takes the first mission that will get him out of the village, a three week long stint protecting some little lordling travelling to Ueda. Sakuya doesn't answer any of his letters, returning them all through Tobimaru with the seal still intact. He's just in the middle of writing another one when he hears the soft clack of geta-sandalled feet behind him, turning slightly to find the young lord he's guarding eyeing him quizzically.

 "Who are you?," 

  "Me?," he gives a half-hearted salute, not even bothering with pleasantries. Lordling or not, they're probably the same age, and Genya couldn't be assed to bow and scrape for some puffed-up daimyo's son "I'm your ninja,"

 The boy frowns slightly, eyebrows knitting "No you're not. I've never seen you before now,"

 "If you could see me, why would I be your ninja?,"

 The boy contemplates this for a minute, then nods, once "My name is Masamune,”

 "Hey there, Masamune," Genya drawls "You ever play hanafuda before?,"

   ............   

 At twenty-one, Genya's path is blocked by a ghost from a past he left behind a long, long time ago.

 "It's you," he blurts out, then immediately kicks himself when two heads turn to look right at him.

 She hasn't changed a bit, same short cropped hair, same steely expression, except this time there is no warm recognition behind those brown eyes. His own eyes trail to the person at her side, and his heart jumps into his throat at the sight of Hattori Hanzo.

 He doesn't like the look of this situation. Not that he cares one way or another what she does with her life, but Hanzo's smile is entirely too suspiciously angelic. That he does care about, especially if the recent rumours about the Mitsuba village turn out to be true.

 He manages to wrangle Hanzo into leaving her alone, hangs back just long enough to whisper -

 "If you run into problems, come to Oshu," 

 He doesn't know whether to be relieved or exasperared that she actually took him up on the offer, all the trouble that she is.

............... 

   At twenty-two, she thinks there is something about Genya that shines, something glinting and stubborn and willfully, willfully bright beneath the layers of shadows that he cloaks himself with.

   "Stay," he says, arms winding lazily around her torso and pulling her back flush against him. She doesn't understand how he does it - her breath is still ragged from the kind of sounds he managed to coax out of her just minutes before, but Genya is already toeing the line between sleep and wakefulness, chest rising and falling in a steady, even rhythm "Just until dawn,"

    "Thats what you say every night, and then we wake up at noon and miss breakfast - " she squirms in protest, or pretends to at least. It wouldn't do for his ego to get any larger. "- then you say we'll sleep until lunch but we oversleep, and then you say dinner and -"

 "You're tired," Genya points out, his nose nudging right below her ear "I'm tired,"

 "You're always tired,"

 "Stay," he asks again, the request laid bare between them. Sometimes her heart jumps at the word, at how easy it falls from his lips. For how long? she wants to ask. How long do we get to pretend? She wonders if he knows the answer, if he would tell her, if she would want to hear it.

Stay she does.  

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[squirrel-moose-winchester]

Cursed

Title: Cursed

Pairing: Dean x Reader x Sam

Word Count: 4101

Summary: Reader get’s cursed by a harmless witch, but it’s the Winchester’s who bear all the problems.

Warning: Fluff (I tried to make this cute and funny. I don’t know, you tell me.)

“Well, she was an interesting witch,” you pepped. “I’m sure she’s harmless. Maybe she just got bored you kn-”

“Shut it, Y/N!” Dean snapped. You body jerked in surprise.

“What? I was just say-”

“I said shut it.”

“But-”

“No.”

“I-”

“Zip it.”

You opened your mouth to say something but was stopped when Dean held his hand to your face. You pouted with a snarl and sat back crossing your arms. You looked at Dean through the rearview mirror sticking your tongue out when he wasn’t looking.

“I saw that.” Your eyes widened before frantically shifting them out the window.

Finally reaching the bunker you skipped in merrily. Sam and Dean stared at you with confusion before looking at each other at the strange sight. Never in their entire time knowing you had they ever seen you skip.

Shrugging off your odd behavior, Sam and Dean entered the bunker. Dean dropped their bags, including yours, on the table in the war room. Sam made his way to the kitchen to get some beer for Dean and himself but was greeted with you sitting at the dining table, swinging your legs back and forth, which was easy for you to do considering your lack in the height department.

“Sammy! I want pancakes!” You hollered raising your arms above your head in glee. Sam flinched giving you a weird look. He was definitely not expecting you to act that way. It was like you were a child.

“Uh, sure thing. I’ll let Dean know.” He pursed his lips into a forced smile before leaving, the two beers forgotten in the fridge.

“Hey, where’s the beer?” Dean asked sitting at the table with his foot propped up.

Sam shrugged. He had completely forgot about the beers. He was distracted by your outburst for pancakes and uncharacteristic behavior. “Does Y/N seem a little off to you? Like… she’s acting kind of like… a kid?” Sam strung out.

“Sammy! Bean!” A little girl came running into the room. She looked no more than three-years old drowning in the flannel you were once using. She clung to Sam, curling her arms and legs around his one large leg. Dean sat up straight, dropping his feet to the floor, with a puzzled look the moment she came in running in.

“Y/N?” Dean breathed.

“Bean, Bean!” She cooed, freeing Sam’s leg to run to him. She reached her arms up hinting that she wanted to be lifted. Dean stared at her in disbelief and hesitation but scooped her up on this lap when she started to whine.

“Hey there, Sweetheart,” Dean smiled awkwardly, casting a baffled look at Sam.

“Bean! I like you!” She giggled.

Dean scowled at the grinning child. “It’s Dean, not Bean.”

“Bean.”

“Dean.”

“Bean.”

“Dean. Duh, duh, with a D.”

You held a concentrated look on your face while Dean held an apprehensive one. When you opened your mouth Dean’s eyes widened and a smile crept upon his face with anticipation.

“I need to go potty,” you pouted. Dean’s face immediately fell, not expecting that to fall from your mouth. “Can we go potty?” Your voice was small. Realization settled in and there was terror in Dean’s face. Looking to Sam for help, Sam raised his hands beside his head taking a step back.

“Take her to the potty… Bean.” Sam teased, an amused grin spreading on his lips.

Dean gave Sam a death stare when he felt a tug on his flannel. He looked down to big, brown, pleading eyes. Dean rolled his eyes feeling a quench in his heart. Those puppy eyes were going to be the death of him. It was the same technique that Sam would use when they were younger.

“Alright, Minnie Mouse, let’s go.” She giggled at the nickname, wrapping her arms around his neck as he lifted her up and headed to the bathroom. “You know how this works?” Dean asked as they walked to the bathroom. You grinned wildly nodding.  “Alright kiddo, go ahead and do your business. I’ll be waiting for you outside the door.”

“No.”

“No?”

“Stay with me. I need to poop.” You pouted.

Dean’s face practically hit the floor. “P-poop?” He stared into her puppy eyes and he cursed himself inwardly. “Oh, Chuck help me.” Dean lifted your adult sized flannel, holding it up while you took your time.

Dean was cringing the entire time waiting for the first bomb to release. Soon the smell caught up to him and he tried to suppress his gag. Dean scrunched his nose coughing like he was choking. Still holding her flannel, he tried to cover his nose with his arm. “Oh, c’mon. Hurry it up, Y/N. God, what did you eat?” Dean continued to gag.

“Done.” You look at him pointing to the toilet paper. Your arms were too short to reach. Dean handed you some and you held it in your tiny hands looking up at him.

“Okay, wipe up.” Dean told you but you just pouted, your big eyes watering with embarrassment. At this age, you were able to wipe yourself when you used your small potty, but the big potty was just too big. You needed both hands on the toilet seat to hold you up.

“I’m going to fall inside.” Your voice trembled. Dean panicked a bit with wide eyes. He knew you were going to cry.

“Alright, alright. You’re okay, I’ll help you.” Dean sighed. “You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Sam stood behind the closed door softly laughing at his brother’s stinky situation. When he heard the flush, he quickly dashes his way back into the war room where Dean and younger you had left him. You came running from the halls and accidentally tripped over the flannel you were wearing and fell hard on your face.

Dean came rushing forward, Sam not far behind, to aide you. Dean lifted you up on his lap in his squatted position looking over you. Sam cupping your face to look for injury as you began to wail bloody murder. Sam noticed the huge bump on your forehead before standing and heading to the kitchen, leaving a frantic Dean with a crying you.

Dean did his best to calm you down, hooking one arm under your butt as you rested your head on his shoulder, while his other hand rubbed your back. Dean bounced you in his arms, trying to shush you and telling you that everything was going to be okay and that you had to stop crying and be strong, which seemed to be working.

Sam return with an ice pack in hand pressing it your forehead. “Here take this and I’ll go look for something she can wear.” Sam spoke.

Dean sat down on the chair with you still pressed to his chest and head on his shoulder. Your breathing had calmed but Dean continued to soothe you. You were on the verge to sleep when Sam came back empty handed.

“Dude, where’s the clothes?”

“There is none. All her stuff is too big, and none of ours will definitely not fit her. We’ll need to go and buy.”

“Fine, I’ll go. This time you watch her.” Dean slowly passed you over to Sam. You didn’t mind the change in person, you were attached to both of them.

Once Dean was gone, Sam walked over to the kitchen still holding the ice to your forehead. “Y/N, you still want pancakes?” You nodded, pulling away to look at him. Sam placed you on the counter as he got all the supplies and ingredients. “Uncle Dean is better at doing this but I hope you’ll like it.” Sam smiled at you.

“Uncle Bean? And you uncle Sammy?” You had a giant grin on your face and Sam couldn’t help but laugh.

“Yeah. Uncle Bean and Uncle Sammy.”

When the pancakes were done, Sam carried you to the table before bringing over two plates and the plate of pancakes over. Sam told you to sit still and wait while he got the syrup. When he returned, you were standing on your chair leaning over the table not bothering to wait for him to set your plate in front of you, you grabbed a pancake with two hands and took a bite. Sam was a little shocked but smiled none the less.

Still standing, you set your partially eaten pancake down on your plate and reached for the syrup. You flipped it upside down and let the sticky goo fall over your pancake in one spot. Sam noticed that you had no intention of stopping so he grabbed your hands flipping the bottle back upwards. “Whoa there, that’s a little too much.” He took the syrup bottle and put it back on the table.

“I love pannycakes.” You wiggled a little dance before picking up the pancake with your hands again and bringing it to your mouth. Before Sam could react, the syrup had dripped everywhere. The thick syrup was on the table, your shirt, your face and hands, the chair and the floor. Sam’s mouth was agape but he knew that he couldn’t be mad, nor could he stay mad. You were young and didn’t know any better. With a defeated sigh, Sam continued to let you eat. He would just clean the mess and you up when you were done stuffing your face.

Sam had finished eating while you were still working on your second pancake. You were sitting on the table now, covered in syrup ripping tiny pieces of pancake before placing them in your mouth. Sam got started on cleaning the mess you made before wiping your face and freeing you of the oversized flannel you wore, leaving you completely butt naked. You were a child so it wasn’t a problem.

“Alright you syrup monster, time for a bath.” You giggled then roared motioning your hands like claws. Sam laughed picking you up and heading to the bathroom.

Taking a shower was another challenge in itself. You were screaming and playing under the spray of water, splashing everywhere. You wouldn’t stop wiggling as he shampooed your hair which resulted in you crying from the soap getting in your eyes. Sam eventually washed it out telling you that if you had kept still that wouldn’t have happened. When he soaped your body, you were more behaved. You were scooping up the soap Sam rubbed on your body in your hands and rubbed it on Sam’s arms as if you were bathing him too. It was inevitable for Sam not to smile at your actions. Maybe having a kid around wouldn’t be such a bad idea.

Turning off the water, Sam grabbed the towel which was big enough to cover you from head to toe. He draped it over your head ruffling the towel around you causing you to burst into childish laughter. When Sam set your free from the towel you sprinted out of the bathroom, in your birthday suit, hearing Sam calling out your name before he deciding to chase after you.

Dean had just made it down the stairs when you came blazing in unashamed of your nakedness. You screamed and ran in his direction, his body instinctively squatting down so you could run into his arms. “Uncle Bean!” Sam ran in, shirt soaked and hair damped. Dean lifted you in his arms giving Sam a dirty look.

“What the hell? And when did I become an uncle?” Dean asked.

“Sorry, I gave her a bath. We had pancakes and things got messy and well…” Sam stopped rambling when he noticed the bitch face Dean was giving him. “She got dirty.” He summarized. “Anyways, did you buy her some clothes?” Sam asked changing the subject.

“Yeah.” He set you on the table as you watched contently as he emptied the contents of the bag. He had pulled out a coloring book and crayons which pulled an excited cheer from you. You took it immediately starting to color despite your lack of modesty. Dean pulled out a few plain shirts, leggings that looked like jeans, a pack of underwear, and then pulled out child sized flannels.

Sam chuckled. “You got her hunter’s clothing?” He gave a smug grin.

“Well, she’s a hunter.”

“Dean, she’s a toddler.”

“Yeah, whatever. Check this out.” Dean smiled bouncing his eyebrows. He put his hand in the bag, pulling out tiny boots. “She’ll look like a tiny hunter!” He chirped with glee. Sam could only smile at his surprisingly overexcited brother. “I even got her some snacks in the bag.”

You were finally clothed sitting on a pile of books on a chair coloring away in your new coloring book with Dean. She was coloring a dragon on one page while Dean colored a different dragon on the other. Sam was sitting across from them on his computer reading some lore on witches, after concluding with Dean that it had to be the witch the three of you encountered earlier in the morning.

Not long after Sam had found three possibilities. One explained that you were cursed and would only get younger until your perished unless you kill the witch, another claimed that it was temporary but it could last for months unless reversed by the witch, and the last one stated that she would remain that age and grow up all over again unless the person who was cursed personally killed the witch.

During your nap the guys weighed out their options and came up with a course of action. They had to go into town and talk to the victims. They had called Cass to see if he could babysit but he was too far away to be back in time, Jody was on a hunt of her own, they would never dare leave you with Crowley, and everyone else they trusted were dead. The only option they had left was to bring you along.

The three of you made it to the first victims house, knocking on the door posing as FBI. The man standing in the doorway looked at you in Sam’s arms before eyeing the two men. “Sorry, it’s bring your daughter to work day. The wife was insistent on me taking her, saying she needed some time off,” Dean lied out of his ass as usual.

The man paused almost hesitant, when he sighed, “uh… women, am I right?” He shook his head before moving out of the way to let them in.

“Anyways, Mr. Chris Williams is it?” He nodded. “We’ve come to ask a few questions about what happened to you recently. Why don’t you tell us what happened?” Sam asked, setting you between him and Dean. As the guys talked you played with a stuffed bunny they had bought you along the way.

“Floppy, floppy, I love you. Uncle Bean and Uncle Sam love you too.” You sang quietly, unknowingly gaining the attention of the three men in the room. “Floppy, floppy, floppy, floppy…” You continued to sing as Dean cleared his throat looking at Chris to see that he was smiling at you.

“She’s a cutie.” He complimented.

“Thanks, she looks just like her mother and smart too.” Dean smiled.

During their conversation you crawled into Sam’s lap, playing with Floppy’s ears. Sam held you in place still listening to Chris speak. They had found out that Chris’s real name is Christina and that he is actually a she, that is before his encounter with the witch. She was at the store waiting in line when a man cut in front of her. She was complaining about how men were stupid and annoying and then a few hours later, she was a man.

The guys proceeded to talk to other victims, all asking similar questiones when they saw you. Dean and Sam would give that same answer taking turns claiming that you were one of their daughter. After meeting with all the witnesses, they found out that the witch stays rather close to town. They decided to stay in the town’s motel instead of driving a few miles’ home.

They changed out of their fed suits and decided to grab a bite at the diner. “Well aren’t y’all the cutest things.” The older waitress cooed. “All matching and whatnot.”

“Uh, thanks.” Sam smiled. “Table for three please.”

“Sure things sweeties, this way.” She escorted you to an empty booth, bringing a high chair and placing it at the edge of the table. “So what are ya havin’?” She asked.

Dean ordered a bacon burger, Sam got a salad, and as he was going to order for you, you shouted. “Chicken nuggets, chicken nuggets!”

“Sorry about that,” Sam apologize, lifting his hand up in apology to everyone else in the diner.

“It’s okay hon, but you’re in luck, we’ve got chicken nuggets. Should I add fries with that?”

“Yeah, she loves fries.” Dean smirked. The waitress grinned before going behind the counter.

When the waitress returned with their food, Dean didn’t hesitate to chow down. You picked up a nugget, taking a big bite before spitting it out dramatically. Dean and Sam were instantly hovering over you asking what’s wrong.

“Hot!” You whimpered.

“Jeez, kid. You need to learn to slow down.” Dean chided. Sam rolled his eyes at his brother.

“Take your own advice, Dean.” He spat, bring your glass of iced water with a straw to your lips so you could cool down your mouth.

You continued to eat, munching on your nuggets and fries. As Dean took another large bite, you looked over at his sandwich and pointed to it. “Can I try?” You asked. Dean looked at you incredulously. He was never one to share his food, maybe a fry here and there but never his burger.

“C’mon Dean, she’s a kid.” Sam scolded.

“Fine.” He reluctantly lowered his burger to your mouth. You attempted to bite it, but it was too big. You had managed to take off a little piece. Dean couldn’t help but grin. “Yummy?” He questioned, voice light. You nodded ferociously, picking up a half eaten nugget and lifting it for Dean to eat. Dean casted an unsure look to Sam who just shrugged. Dean rolled his eyes before smiling towards you and leaning over to open his mouth. You shoved the hold piece in his mouth smiling wider than ever. “Damn, Y/N is a cute kid.” Dean mumbled, chewing on the nugget you fed him.

“Yeah she is,” Sam agreed.

In the midst of desert, a voice pierced through the faint silence. “Looks like everyone is having fun.” A woman’s voice sang, causing Dean and Sam to stare.

“You.” Dean growled.

“Relax, I’m just here to check up on this little cutie patootie.” She smiled and booped your nose lightly with her finger. You gazed up, ice cream smothered all over your face.

“Look, we don’t want to fight.” Sam began.

“Like hell we do!” Dean growled, staring daggers at Sam.

Sam sent him a stern look managing to calm Dean down. “We just want our friend back,” Sam explained to the witch.

“Alright. On one condition,” she motioned Dean to scoot over. Dean rolled his eyes and reluctantly made some space. “I will return everything to normal, the towns people won’t even remember a thing, and Sam, I’ll even allow you to keep those photos you took, if…”

Dean looked over at Sam, “You have pictures?” He hissed.

“I couldn’t help it. She adorable.” Sam admitted. Dean glared at him, pulling out his phone.

“Then I want a picture too,” Dean mumbled.

“Hey, we should take a group photo!” Sam chirped. Dean quickly agreed, both brothers smiling as they set up their iPhone cameras.

“Sorry to interrupt but I’m trying to bargain here.” The witch interrupted. Sam and Dean scoffed in embarrassment and urged her to continue. “Like I said, I’ll return everything to normal if you let me go.”

“And why would we do that?” He snorted.

“Look, I’m not a bad witch. I don’t practice any black magic. I just got bored and couldn’t help myself. But I promise to stop. And if I ever act up again, feel free to hunt me down and I will not ask for mercy. I’ll do you one better, if a time ever arises, I’ll be more than willing to help you out in exchange for my life. Deal?”

Silence ensued when Dean spoked. “Fine. But if you ever get out of line, EVER! We will hunt you down.” Dean snarled.

“So don’t go making us hurt you.” Sam added.

“Don’t worry. Witches honor.” She smiled. “And as a reward to your good nature, I’ll leave her this small till she wakes up next morning, that way you can get her home and cleaned up, and take as many pictures you want with her.”

The witch was about to leave when Dean stopped her. “Hey, mind if you take a group photo of us?” He chuckled shyly.

“My phone too!” Sam barged. The witch agreed warily before agreeing, taking each of the boy’s phone.

Dean lifted you from the high chair, preventing you from eating your ice cream to sit on his lap. “We’re gonna take a few pictures, is that okay?” He asked you.

“YEAH!” You shouted with happiness.

After taking a few photos, the witch left. The boys did a sweep of the town to find all the victims back to normal with no recollection of what happened. You were still a little kid, happily swinging from the hands of your favorite uncles, Dean and Sam. Back at the motel, Dean washed you up this time in the tub. He made you a bubble bath where you and him played for while, making sudsy mustaches and blowing bubbles.

Dean snapped a picture of you with bubbles covering your face. Not long after Sam had joined the both of you to play. It resulted in a soapy mess and a lot more pictures. Once everyone was cleaned up, you all headed back to the bunker. You were sitting in the back of the Impala playing with your bunny, allowing its head to stick out of the car and watch his ears flap in the wind.

“Hey, don’t do that before Floppy flies away.” Dean barked. You jumped snatching Floppy close to your chest.

“No! I don’t want Floppy to fly away.” You pouted holding the stuffed bunny tightly.

The drive back wasn’t long. When Sam opened the door for you, you literally hopped out of the car and all the way to the bunker door. While Dean brought in all the bags, Sam carried you down the stairs. As he set you down, you ran for his laptop that was sitting in the library table.

“Moana, Moana!” You chanted, pointing to the laptop from your position on the ground. As Sam made his way towards you, you pushed the chair out and recklessly climbed up, Sam on standby for support in case you needed it.

“Moana?” Sam was confused. He knew you were pointing to his laptop so he opened it, allowing the screen to illuminate.

“Moana!” She shouted again pointing to the Netflix icon. Sam’s face contorted into a baffled expression, but clicked on the shortcut anyways. He typed ‘Moana’ into the search bar and found the Disney animated movie. He didn’t even know that it was on Netflix. “Moana!” you clapped your hands.

Sam clicked on the movie and pressed play, setting the widescreen option so the movie occupied the entire screen. He clicked the space bar, pausing the movie so that he could move you into your bedroom. Sam hooked up his laptop to the TV screen then un-paused the movie once everything was set.

Dean came in to see you and Sam watching Moana. “Ooh, hey. I like this movie. That Heihei is hilarious!” Dean chuckled, planting himself on the empty side of the bed beside you. Sam just gave him a look.

By time the movie ended, you and Dean were passed out, you snuggled into his chest, Floppy in your arms. Sam smiled and snapped one final picture knowing that when you woke up, you’d be yourself again with no memories of what so ever. Sam slipped out of bed, stretching before he unhooked his laptop and heading to his own room. He knew that it was probably best to wake Dean up, but he thought it would be interesting to see what would happen in the morning.

“You’re welcome Dean.” Sam laughed to himself, shutting the door behind him.

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[verdigrisprowl]

Feb 7 CAH @ Soundwave's Bar

Primus came, and proved he was Primus. Everyone flipped out a little. Several people were very angry. It probably didn't help that Primus kept making out with Astrotrain.

Prowl actually handled it pretty well. He completely skipped past all questions of theology and morality and started questioning the thermodynamics of spark production.

Soundwave won the first game; Primus won the second game; Prowl won the third game.

[7:42:29 PM] You have joined the game. [7:44:01 PM] thenightetc has joined the game. [7:44:16 PM] Shockbox has joined the game. [7:44:39 PM] *well, the group WAS great. and then shockwave showed up.* [7:44:47 PM] ((Hello, hello. Will start in another 6-11 minutes.)) [7:45:07 PM] Airachnid has joined the game. [7:45:31 PM] *In the meantime, Soundwave is still pulling things out from under the bar and placing them up top with his feelers while still adding chairs with his hands.* [7:45:32 PM] ((Is this, how do I put it, strictly IC, or can anyone join?)) [7:45:37 PM] *don't worry dad he'll protect you* [7:45:43 PM] *He just came out here to have a good time* [7:45:59 PM] ((TheNight, consider yourself here by holo with Frenzy as helper.)) [7:46:09 PM] ((Awesome, thanks!)) [7:46:36 PM] ((its IC but relatively for-fun yeah, all are welcome)) [7:47:02 PM] [Almost debated dragging my warbird in here. ouo] [7:47:20 PM] BetterStarscream has joined the game. [7:47:32 PM] ((Cool, I just didn't want to step on any toes by ignoring the etiquette.)) [7:47:48 PM] *Pings all around for those joining so far* [7:48:08 PM] *Except you, Getaway.* [7:48:17 PM] *didnt want your stinky ping anyway~* [7:48:21 PM] [sneaking in quietly] [7:48:45 PM] *Small chuckle from the wall where he was relaxing until the game started* [7:48:45 PM] *FLOUNCES in* [7:48:47 PM] *ooh, does tara get a ping too? he's faintly giggling at the wall he graffiti'd a while back* [7:49:05 PM] *ew, why Starscream AND Shockwave. gross.* [7:49:12 PM] *Flounces is a good word.* [7:49:14 PM] *waves and eye-smiles at the Boss* [7:49:20 PM] *but Prowl is here! that's good.* [7:49:26 PM] *To be fair, the /host/ is a soundwave.* [7:49:28 PM] Heya, Prowl! [7:49:30 PM] *Soundwave glances at the Starscream. That's... is that the one from-- okay, Ravage is nodding.* [7:50:09 PM] [she expected Shockwave, but still not happy about it] [7:50:19 PM] *nods to everyone who's greeted him. it's a very versatile nod.* [7:50:20 PM] And Soundwave, Bug, Getaway. [7:50:39 PM] *the host may be a Soundwave but he's not a DECEPTICON gosh* [7:51:01 PM] #hello! [7:51:14 PM] *Glances at Prowl. Will try to not get into arguments this time around. Will probably fail* [7:51:27 PM] *glances at Starscream* ... If I'd known YOU were going to be here, I would have asked for a ride. [7:51:48 PM] Hey, Ratchet. *casual wave without straightening in his seat* [7:51:57 PM] (( Ah, crap, actually...I should be doing some homework I forgot. Maybe I'll join a later game. )) [7:52:04 PM] (( Brb, in the case that I rejoin at some point. )) [7:52:08 PM] ((Ah! Okay. Good luck with homework.)) [7:52:11 PM] ((ok, good luck dude)) [7:52:25 PM] ((ARE WE READY?)) [7:52:28 PM] ((good luck. homework fast.)) [7:52:33 PM] ((I am so ready.)) [7:52:38 PM] ye)) [7:53:00 PM] *takes seat. with helper card-wrangler Rumble.* [7:53:28 PM] Oh? [7:53:42 PM] ...ah, yes, this IS your strange club, isn't it? [7:53:48 PM] Shockbox has left the game. [7:53:56 PM] *Does Soundwave need anything he could provide before the game begins?* [7:54:02 PM] *on the periphery, playing it as lowkey as he can. i.e. not very* [7:54:11 PM] "Strange club"? [7:54:28 PM] *gestures at the collection of people* What else do you call this motley assortment? [7:54:31 PM] *Soundwave doesn't need anything, but he might silently request the spot next to Prophet.* [7:54:34 PM] [[His guests.]] [7:54:45 PM] *there's a seat next to prowl, Tarantulas. hint. hint hint.* [7:54:54 PM] *TAKEN.* [7:55:00 PM] *Of course* [7:55:01 PM] Until the games are over, *I* call them the enemy. [7:55:07 PM] *well now where is Ratchet going to sit* [7:55:18 PM] All right, everyone. Impress me. [7:55:41 PM] *prowl has two neighboring seats. has the other one been claimed?* [7:55:45 PM] Bruin has joined the game. [7:55:52 PM] *there's probably a spot next to the spide, ratch~* [7:55:55 PM] ((getaway mightve taken it but nbd)) [7:55:56 PM] *If not, Soundwave's taking it before Getaway can.* [7:56:06 PM] *that's not going to happen, spide* [7:56:14 PM] [at this point she'll take whatever spot's available] [7:56:26 PM] Heh. [7:56:28 PM] *god damn it, Soundwave NOW where is Ratchet going to sit* [7:56:30 PM] ((fight for the honor of sitting next to prowl \o/)) [7:56:35 PM] *snrk* How dramatic. And you always attend these.. gatherings while incorporeal? [7:56:42 PM] Noodles wins the round. The next round will begin in 8 seconds. [7:56:48 PM] I certainly don't attend them corporeally. [7:57:12 PM] Error: Error communicating with server. Will try again in 0.5 seconds. [7:57:41 PM] Used to. [7:57:41 PM] *Already silently laughing. Also, Ravage parks himself behind Airachnid.* [7:57:42 PM] *and YOU STAY AWAY FROM HIS DAD* [7:57:48 PM] *BACK WHEN PROWL COULD GO PLACES* [7:57:51 PM] Hurry up! You have less than 10 seconds to decide, or you will be skipped. [7:58:00 PM] *hey, Starscream didn't arrest him.* [7:58:04 PM] Prowl was skipped this round for being idle for too long. [7:58:05 PM] ((the game froze ;;)) [7:58:05 PM] *Takes a seat that may of may not of existed near Prowl beforehand to let Soundwave have the middle one* [7:58:07 PM] *he just keeps him in jail* [7:58:17 PM] ((his avatar glitched)) [7:58:27 PM] Noodles wins the round. The next round will begin in 8 seconds. [7:58:28 PM] *PROWL'S AVATAR GLITCHED. who is at fault* [7:58:36 PM] Play 3 cards, in the order you wish them to be judged. [7:58:38 PM] *blames soundwave* [7:58:45 PM] D: {{Sorry! Sorry. Bird bumped projector.}} [7:59:38 PM] :T If I didn't know better, I'd suspect you're trying to prevent me from gaining an early lead. [7:59:42 PM] Pffft. I wonder why I haven't been petitioned to let you slip your leash, then. [7:59:46 PM] *silently judges soundwave's avatar projection system if it can be bumped like that* [8:00:02 PM] Because I'm a model prisoner, obviously. [8:00:27 PM] *It's spread across the club and mobile so it can serve other purposes, thank you. She just hit one of them.* [8:00:52 PM] *Snerks at the cards* [8:01:22 PM] Error: Error communicating with server. Will try again in 0.5 seconds. [8:01:39 PM] Getaway wins the round. The next round will begin in 8 seconds. [8:01:52 PM] One for me~ [8:01:56 PM] You [8:02:03 PM] 're welcome [8:02:06 PM] *meh* [8:02:25 PM] *right back at you, weirdo* [8:02:25 PM] [[Three of these are very deadly.]] [8:02:28 PM] *snorts at the Metrotitan card* [8:02:37 PM] *Is so going to be judged for this* [8:02:37 PM] [squints at the card] [8:02:57 PM] Airachnid wins the round. The next round will begin in 8 seconds. [8:03:07 PM] *Covers his face with a wing* [8:03:15 PM] *Amused bob* [8:03:23 PM] *would have chosen death by metrotitan sex as well* [8:03:36 PM] [she doesn't care, she got a point] [8:03:57 PM] ... Admittedly, it's only fatal if you don't adequately prepare first. [8:04:07 PM] Error: Error communicating with server. Will try again in 0.5 seconds. [8:04:25 PM] *snorts out of his cheek vents* [8:04:25 PM] [chuckles at the thought of the Ratchet card] [8:04:25 PM] [[What is wrong with his seldom used shoulder cannon?]] [8:04:25 PM] That'd be a cute halloween costume. [8:04:25 PM] ..... [8:04:27 PM] *You played that, didn't you.* [8:04:29 PM] ((i keep getting server communication errors)) [8:04:30 PM] *Lowers his wing back down and gets comfortable in his chair* [8:04:41 PM] (( 8( )) [8:04:51 PM] ((Try hopping out and back in?)) [8:04:53 PM] Getaway wins the round. The next round will begin in 8 seconds. [8:04:54 PM] ..so many of them are mechs. [8:05:07 PM] ((I think it's my internet)) [8:05:24 PM] ((and yeah we've got a lot of name cards. maybe next time mix in some more normal decks?)) [8:05:25 PM] Thanks, Boss. *winks and takes his card* [8:05:25 PM] ((Aww...)) [8:05:25 PM] [[ ugh, my cards are staying in my hand after i play them... ]] [8:05:39 PM] ...*salty about being card czar for THIS card of all cards :')* [8:05:49 PM] ((I added more normal decks ;; I'll find tack in a few more on the game after this)) [8:06:22 PM] ((rn every single card except one is a TF card. and I'm not sure about the one.)) [8:06:33 PM] Noodles wins the round. The next round will begin in 8 seconds. [8:06:34 PM] ((could just be an unlucky draw)) [8:06:49 PM] ((that's been consistent for the new cards I'm getting too.)) [8:06:53 PM] *ugh. froid.* [8:06:55 PM] Skywarp has joined the game. [8:07:08 PM] (i have some names but some not...) [8:07:30 PM] Noodles wins the round. The next round will begin in 8 seconds. [8:07:38 PM] Play 2 cards, in the order you wish them to be judged. [8:07:42 PM] *chokes* [8:07:43 PM] *Glances at Soundwave* [8:07:52 PM] *that was just a lucky draw* [8:07:53 PM] [[...What.]] [8:07:57 PM] ((im dying save me) [8:07:59 PM] *It was a blank~* [8:08:11 PM] ((...are there decks specifically from our rps here lmao i saw flobsters)) [8:08:18 PM] [you should look at her, she picked it] [8:08:22 PM] ((flobsters are actually a thing! [8:08:23 PM] ((flobsters are canon)) [8:08:40 PM] ((WHAT)) [8:08:41 PM] [Yup!] [8:08:46 PM] ((we stole them from Rescue Bots)) [8:08:51 PM] in REscue Bots friendo)) [8:08:52 PM] ((oh thats right)) [8:08:53 PM] [Dude even has a pet Flobster in Rescue Bots. :3] [8:09:12 PM] thenightetc was skipped this round for being idle for too long. [8:10:01 PM] ((oh gosh [8:10:12 PM] There's a lot of cards here about Orion Pax, huh. [8:10:12 PM] (( these are beautiful [8:10:15 PM] ((you have TWO starscream cards to choose from)) [8:10:21 PM] Ratchet wins the round. The next round will begin in 8 seconds. [8:10:21 PM] ((of course screamy gets this black card )) [8:10:24 PM] *immediately claps hand over mouth. gdi ratchet* [8:10:27 PM] I expected trine loyalty, Screamer. [8:10:39 PM] :3c [8:10:46 PM] *None of these make sense* [8:10:54 PM] Anonimity levels the playing feild for poor humor choices. [8:11:04 PM] ((sorry the super long desc of Orion Pax got me. I had to)) [8:11:15 PM] -grumbles- [8:11:37 PM] [[But then NOTHING.]] [8:11:51 PM] ... I am glad I'm not drinking anything right now. [8:11:59 PM] Oh oh dear [8:12:11 PM] All of these sound plausible to me. [8:12:13 PM] Getaway wins the round. The next round will begin in 8 seconds. [8:12:13 PM] The second to last one... what. [8:12:16 PM] Heh. Problem, Soundwave? [8:12:26 PM] *how does one feed a breast* [8:12:31 PM] [[Yes. But you haven't done anything worth phasing you into the wall over yet.]] [8:12:38 PM] *making a comeback* [8:12:42 PM] spacebus has joined the game. [8:12:52 PM] ((By asking shockwave to come over and demonstrate)) [8:13:02 PM] ! [8:13:03 PM] [chirrup at new guest] [8:13:04 PM] *not sure how to appeal to czar skywarp. chose the dumbest card possible.* [8:13:08 PM] *A choochoo has joined* [8:13:23 PM] *While holding Prowl's cards* //Damn right I'm blue.// [8:13:26 PM] [[ i'm gonna have to refresh at some point gdi it's getting hard to keep track of which cards i've already played. also, i can't read my cards. ]] [8:13:30 PM] *too many cons here for his liking* [8:13:31 PM] Prowl wins the round. The next round will begin in 8 seconds. [8:13:35 PM] *it worked* [8:13:37 PM] ((might as well do it now)) [8:13:40 PM] Play 3 cards, in the order you wish them to be judged. [8:13:47 PM] They are very stupid hats! [8:13:59 PM] do i get a stupid hat [8:13:59 PM] i'm the card king [8:14:15 PM] [[Greetings, Astrotrain.]] [8:14:32 PM] All hats are only symbolic. [8:14:42 PM] You're a CZAR actually. [8:14:58 PM] ... No wait, actually. Hold on. [8:15:12 PM] Error: Error communicating with server. Will try again in 0.5 seconds. [8:15:20 PM] *a hologram of a Cubs baseball cap appears on Astrotrain's head.* You're welcome. [8:15:25 PM] [[We do not have rules against Czar hats. Or crowns.]] [8:15:35 PM] Noodles wins the round. The next round will begin in 8 seconds. [8:15:43 PM] Play 3 cards, in the order you wish them to be judged. [8:15:47 PM] Hey, I didn't get a czar hat so you guys can't have any either! [8:15:50 PM] Heh [8:15:52 PM] shhh my head is cooler than yours [8:15:56 PM] You didn't ask. [8:16:14 PM] *prowl doesn't know if Soundwave wants the hat. so it just floats over him.* [8:16:26 PM] ........ [8:16:33 PM] *...Slowly lifts the radar dish behind his head.* [8:16:44 PM] [she has some words, but she's not going to say them out loud] [8:16:45 PM] *settles hat on dish* [8:16:52 PM] -mopes- [8:16:55 PM] !!! *what is this radar dish* [8:17:06 PM] *puts an energon cube on warp's head* [8:17:09 PM] *He has a sense of humor about it - oh! A hat hat. How novel.* [8:17:13 PM] -!! :D [8:17:18 PM] *does not have a crown for the queen tho* [8:17:24 PM] *only has lap space* [8:18:04 PM] *for some reason starts sniggering at 'stars creams'* [8:18:04 PM] Heh. One of you's got a good hand. [8:18:24 PM] *Leans back into his chair. Waves one of his wings at Astro* [8:18:26 PM] *they all look terrible to prowl* [8:18:30 PM] *had no cards that made sense so just took the opportunity to cull a little* [8:18:36 PM] *did the same* [8:18:37 PM] Primus wins the round. The next round will begin in 8 seconds. [8:18:43 PM] Bruin has left the game. [8:18:45 PM] Play 2 cards, in the order you wish them to be judged. [8:18:45 PM] *same* [8:18:49 PM] ...I was rather hoping you'd pick that one, actually [8:18:51 PM] *chirrup at primus.. prophet... can u cuddle w/ god tho* [8:19:04 PM] ....*laughs* [8:19:05 PM] Thebes has joined the game. [8:19:05 PM] *Somehow won... And yes, yes you can* [8:19:15 PM] This card feels kinda familiar. [8:19:35 PM] There was a similar one before. [8:19:40 PM] -giggle-snorting into his cards- [8:19:40 PM] Hello! [8:19:47 PM] *yes. he was making a joke about it* [8:19:51 PM] [[Greetings.]] [8:20:06 PM] hello do you have a hat [8:20:08 PM] *Technically is in 'bot form, so, cuddles, Train* [8:20:09 PM] *Getaway is Czar. He must have a hat.* [8:20:14 PM] *Laserbeak swoops down and perches on his head.* [8:20:15 PM] *RIGHT. hat. moves hat.* Sorry. [8:20:24 PM] breastmasters... [8:20:35 PM] *waves hand. s'fine. hes too busy being determined not to pick soundwaves card* [8:20:39 PM] [squints @ that one card] [8:20:49 PM] They're a thing, Astro. [8:20:52 PM] ROTFcopter? [8:21:05 PM] What is the Yeager program? [8:21:14 PM] BetterStarscream wins the round. The next round will begin in 8 seconds. [8:21:16 PM] Something human no doubt. [8:21:16 PM] I believe that's a human acronym meant to convey amusement. [8:21:19 PM] *will sit on god if the space is available. will also beckon for spide ...... er, queen spide* [8:21:21 PM] It's funny because you aren't supposed to say breasts. [8:21:22 PM] It stands for "Rolling On The Floor." [8:21:23 PM] *all spide??* [8:21:23 PM] *shrugs* [8:21:27 PM] *so close, prowl* [8:21:40 PM] *this time Prowl dutifully moves the hat to Ratchet* [8:22:08 PM] is it normal to get completely garbage cards [8:22:11 PM] can i trade [8:22:13 PM] *accept the hat with dignity and aplomb* [8:22:18 PM] No card trading. [8:22:19 PM] *heh, this spide declines politely* [8:22:26 PM] *Has an Astro on his lap. Nuzzles him* [8:22:41 PM] can i make a team and pool my cards with astro's [8:22:44 PM] because i'm curious now [8:22:59 PM] [[Optimus Prime being attacked by trees IS entertaining.]] [8:23:06 PM] Indeed. [8:23:13 PM] You shut your mouth. Or whatever. [8:23:16 PM] garbage plus garbage is still garbage though [8:23:17 PM] You know what I mean. [8:23:20 PM] prime doing the attacking is even better [8:23:23 PM] *nuzzles primus* [8:23:26 PM] because he still loses [8:23:31 PM] Noodles wins the round. The next round will begin in 8 seconds. [8:23:46 PM] *gdi* [8:23:57 PM] *Ha.* [8:24:14 PM] *transfers hat to Tarantulas.* [8:24:24 PM] *Purrs happily* [8:24:24 PM] *sincerest apologies honestly it was an accident* [8:24:33 PM] ((im screaming at #2)) [8:24:38 PM] [*Chokes on the rewind card*] [8:24:44 PM]