#like it’s out of my hands now aaaaaaaaaaa

[sexynetra]

omg, this chapter was a rollercoaster of emotions! I loved it so much, even though it was angsty, but you write everything so meticulously i get transported into the scene and feel every shade of emotions. Congrats to you for writing this masterpiece and kudos to your beta for helping you achieve perfection, i cant wait for more :D

Oh my goodness thank you 🥺 it was such a labor of love I’m so glad you enjoyed it (even with all the sad bits)

Also that is like the biggest compliment ever that my writing is successfully transporting you there omg I’m gonna be riding that high all day thank you 💕

[theladyshenanigan]

Bro I need therapy so bad

[justawritterwithideas]

Who's your daddy? | s.r

summary: After a long day's work, the BAU returns to the head office where they find a stroller with a small baby sleeping and a child very determined to surprise his father… But who's his father?

warnings: too much fluff, spencer!dad, my best attempt at Spencer dad because it's 24/7 on my mind. I REALLY ENJOYED WRITING IT, AAAAAAAAAAA. This story is not spencer x reader, i wanted to try something different so i created a character. I hope you guys like it.

words: 4,241.

a/n: I decided to surprise myself and try the family/family found challenge from one of my favorite writers in the whole universe, @imagining-in-the-margins. I used, I think, one of my favorite concepts which is "secret family/spouse/child" for this little au.

i want to remind you that English is not my first language, so if there are mistakes I hope you will forgive me :( I hope you like it, plus I really enjoyed being able to try something new and outside of what I usually focus my writing on. THANK YOU, TQM.

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Catching criminals is a good way to kill time.

The BAU team knew this perfectly well, that's why they were dedicated to it. Every day was a new experience trying to find and capture the worst of the worst of humanity. Even though sometimes they just wished those freaks would take a day off.

The last case had sent them all the way to Silicon Valley, successfully catching the unsub and making it safely back to the FBI offices.

What they didn't expect was to find their technical analyst and friend, Penelope, gazing in amazement at the inside of a stroller.

"What is that, Penny?" asked Emily, walking up to the blonde figure who was totally engrossed by what she was seeing in that baby carriage. The group approached silently, after seeing the woman's signal for them to come as quietly as possible, and saw inside it.

A small baby was sleeping comfortably inside. They estimated that he was about eight months old; they could see a few strands of thin brown hair that were tousled falling down his forehead, his little nose was puckered and his little hand clenched the tail of a fluffy lion. His outfit was as cute as possible: his body was adorned by a white long-sleeved T-shirt with an iguana on it and a leaf-green overalls, but much of his body was covered by a gray blanket.

"Isn't that the cutest thing you've ever seen?" Penn looked up, feeling her heart stir. "I went out to greet you and found this beautiful creature. He was sleeping and alone, so I decided to keep him company until someone came to claim to be the father of this beautiful peach." J.J couldn't fall for the charms of that baby, after becoming a mother her Achilles heel was children.

"Was he alone, Penelope, are you sure there was no one with him?" Luke couldn't help but wonder how it was possible that they had left a baby, alone, in the middle of a hallway in a federal building. "Positive, I've been there for about ten minutes and I haven't seen anyone approach him."

The team brought their full attention to the mysterious stroller, looking for some sign of what would be the perpetrators. Hanging there was a gray-colored bag with a small giraffe keychain; inside it was the necessities for any kind of emergency that might happen. Diapers, change of clothes, some food, powdered milk, a bottle, everything necessary for a baby.

"We should check the cameras to see who brought him here" Matt suggested, feeling his nose being invaded by the smell of baby cologne, a very mild and almost hypnotic one.

"It's a blind spot, Matt." Tara replied, noticing how the little guy rolled over and let out an adorable yawn, falling back asleep. "He's too cute." Penelope's eyes seemed to shoot hearts.

"We should move him out of the hallway, it's drafty and he might catch a cold." J.J brought her hands up to the carriage and began to push it, being followed by the rest of the people back to their cubicles.

Despite the movement, the little boy, who was now nicknamed "peach" thanks to Garcia, remained in that deep sleep.

"I wish I had that deep sleep" Emily smiled, looking at peach's features.

He looked like someone.

Who was it?

"I want to go back to those times where my only problem was sleeping and eating" Rossi commented, causing his colleagues to laugh.

"I don't understand how a baby could have gotten up there without anyone seeing him. It's a building full of federal agents, there's no way no one saw anything." Matt nodded at Luke's words. "Let's jump to conclusions, how did a sleeping baby get here? There's no way he pushed his own car to get here." J.J peeled his gaze from the car, feeling a light bulb in his head turn on.

"In the bag there were juice boxes, it is unlikely that they are for him. It is recommended that at twelve months they can only have juice, so they may be from the parent or he has a brother or sister accompanying him" Rossi smiled, nodding at the words the young woman was saying. It was quite logical coming from the mother bear.

"If that were so, where is this responsabl-"

"Excuse me," A high pitched voice interrupted Luke's sentence "I believe you have my brother."

The group turned to see where the voice was coming from. A small figure was standing behind them, he looked quite calm and was running his hands down his brown pants.

The small glasses were drooping down the bridge of his nose, his hair was disheveled just like his little brother's and his hands were arranging the sleeves of his blue hoodie.

"I-is he your brother?" Emily stood at the height of the youngest, who was nodding before he approached the baby carriage and took to watching the little one, inwardly thankful that he remained in his deep sleep.

"I just went to the bathroom and when I came back he was gone." The little boy drew an elongated smile, taking in the faces of everyone around the stroller. " You're federal agents, so I didn't panic too much when I didn't see him."

The boy settled on the floor, taking off the backpack he was carrying and pulled out of it a book, which had in golden letters the title of "The Little Prince." Apparently, it was in French.

"How do you know we're federal agents?" Luke seemed just as surprised as the others, who didn't understand how the youngest could remain calm after taking his brother away, and besides, he knew they were federal agents.

"It says so on your badge, sir" The small hand pointed in the direction of the badge hanging from his pants, causing everyone to turn their gaze to it. "Besides, my mom told me."

"And where is your mom?" Rossi was the one who took the word, smiling at the confidence the young man possessed.

"That's a good question, sir. I'd like to know where she is, too." He shrugged, trying to remember what the woman had told him before leaving him in the hallway of the BAU office. "I know she told me, but at the moment I can't remember. It was too noisy when she said it."

The rest were silent. The little boy was handling a rather formal vocabulary, one that is very strange for his age, plus he looked quite interested in reading his book than paying attention to the rest of the stares.

"Excuse me, sweetheart… But how old are you?" Penelope smiled friendly towards the young man, who took his eyes off his interesting book.

"Five and a half, but many say from the way I talk I'm older."

Luke opened his mouth, surprised at the young age he possessed and that, moreover, he was in charge of his brother.

"What about your brother, how old is he?"

"He's eight months and two weeks old, he's still not close enough to say he's nine months old, so I'd rather be exact."

Emily was increasingly sure that he looked like an exact copy of someone she knows, but she couldn't associate it.

"Even so," Continued the young boy "there's something you guys haven't asked me" the book took a step back, closing it and setting it down on his lap.

"What's that, kiddo?" Tara asked.

"My name or my brother's" The group looked at each other. He was right, they had been so preoccupied with finding out about the person in charge of them or their age that they had overlooked asking his name.

"You're right, that was rude of us, what's your name?" Matt fixed his gaze on the young figure, who was giving them a smile where one of his front teeth was missing.

"I'm Alex, well… Actually my name is Alexander, but my mom and dad call me Alex, except when they're mad." A small giggle escaped Jennifer's mouth. "And my brother's name is Oliver, but we call him Oli."

"Well, it's nice to meet you, Alex." Matt's hand extended in the direction of the little boy, who shook it with a smile. "What about you guys, what are your names?"

The group smiled, introducing themselves to each other so that the young boy could remember each name without a problem. After this, the little boy began to repeat the names, making sure he could remember each one well and be able to get each name right.

"Okay, Alex. Now that we know each other, I want to ask you a question" J.J addressed the little one, who gave him his full attention.

"Shoot, Miss J.J" His answer caused everyone to laugh, letting the little guy's charisma win them over.

"What are you doing here? I don't think you decided to come here at nine o'clock at night with your brother and mother just to see the place."

"Well, we actually came to see my dad." Admitted the little boy, adjusting his glasses.

"Your dad? And where is he?" Penelope searched with her gaze, as if she were on her computer looking up the information on her servers.

"It's a surprise! Dad doesn't know we're here, it's the first time we've come to see him at work. I wanted to surprise him so I asked Mom if she could bring me here, and since I've been good, she agreed." Proudly, Alex reached into his backpack for a neatly folded piece of paper. He opened it and held it out to J.J., who was surprised at the grades on that slip of paper.

"Wow, I see only A's here" The printout passed from hand to hand, noting that every course had been passed with the highest grade.

"Yep, even sports! Mr. Adams, my teacher, said I'd been the fastest in the class. Even though I prefer literature, I got along better with letters than balls."

Emily was sure she was a clear copy of the youngest on her team, Spencer Reid.

Wait, where was Spencer?

"Where is Spencer?" Emily turned her gaze to her buddies, who were handing the paper back to Alex so he could put it in his backpack.

"He said he was going to do some stuff on the fourth floor, then he'd be on his way here." Tara replied, turning her attention back to the little boy. "By the way, what's your dad's name? Maybe we can help you look for him, we're the best profiling group in the whole FBI, so we can find him fast."

"His name is Dad!"

"And what's your mom's name?"

"Mom?"

The group went blank. It was clear that a five-year-old wouldn't know what his father or mother's name was. Despite being quite intelligent, to him his parents were called "Mom and Dad."

But it seemed they had managed to summon something, for after mentioning the progenitor of both, little Oliver interrupted their conversation with a whimper announcing that his bedtime was over, plus his beloved mother figure was missing.

"Oh no…"

Alex moved in the direction of the backpack, opening it to look for his brother's pacifier.

The longer they lingered, the louder and louder the little boy's crying got. J.J tried to cuddle him, trying to soothe him while Emily rocked the stroller back and forth and Tara hummed a lullaby.

Luke and Matt were trying to distract him, waving their hands in front of him and making funny faces. Rossi was trying to help Penelope and little Alex with the search for the pacifier, who would occasionally bring his hands to his ears to stop the sound of his brother for a couple of seconds.

But silence came in surprise, causing everyone to stop their actions. Their gazes turned to the baby, who was giving a giggly laugh and wiggling his feet, babbling something. It looked like Oliver was feeling something.

"What's going on here?" a female voice interrupted them, again directing their gaze back.

A tall woman, who was wearing a simple beige sweater and black pants plus black converses, was approaching the stroller. The group of people moved away from her, who was leaving a plastic bag with a box in it on one of the desks and holding the baby in her hands.

She made sure to settle him on her shoulder, stroking his back slowly. Alex smiled, moving closer to the young woman and hugged her side, letting his glasses lift a little from being so tight against her.

"Mommy! Where were you, I thought you'd left me alone forever! Well… Not alone, I was with Oli but you know what I mean." The woman let out a giggle, bringing her free hand to the younger one's disheveled hair and stroked it, feeling the younger one squeeze tighter and tighter.

"Alex, love, I told you I was going to the store to buy Daddy's donuts, don't you remember?" She pushed little Oliver away so she could kiss his forehead and settle him back into the stroller. Her hands, now free, went to Oli's side and took a small pacifier, bringing it up to the baby's mouth, which he immediately accepted to begin sucking on.

"Oh… That's what you told me."

Thewhole group let out a laugh, noticing the little one's rosy cheeks. The woman, now recognized as "mommy", turned to look at the group who had taken it upon themselves to care for her two children.

"Gee, sorry for ignoring you guys." The girl giggled, giving them the same look Alex had given them a few minutes ago, fixing on each one. "Thanks for watching them, I know Alex is responsible, but I'm glad to know there were older ones around."

"You don't have to, Alex was a sweetheart. We were nosy and took his little brother, it was our mistake." Emily admitted.

"That's right, Mommy! I went to the bathroom and they had taken Oli" The young woman simply laughed, kissing the younger boy's forehead before speaking again.

"It's okay, kiddo. They did the right thing, they did the reasonable thing."

"We tried to find out who his parents were, but he told us their names were mom and dad" Alex nodded, looking at his progenitor who seemed quite amused by the whole situation.

Alex took her mother's hand, motioning her to come closer to tell her something. The female complied, listening intently to what her young son was saying before she let out a giggle and nodded, returning to her position.

"Well, actually called me mommy. But before I was called mommy I had another name, pumpkin. My name is Amanda, but at home they call me mommy or baba." Alex opened his eyes, surprised that his mother had another name besides "mommy."

"It's a pleasure, Amanda. I see all your names start with a vowel." Rossi was the first to speak, reaching out to shake Amanda's hand. "Your husband's too?"

"No, he's the exception." The femme admitted, beginning to wave to the round of people standing there.

For a couple of minutes, the group began a pleasant conversation where they talked about the time she was missing. They had jumped to the wildest conclusions, but they knew that at some point they would meet the mother of those two angels.

"Oh, I bought a lot of donuts now that I remember, do you like them? They're my husband's favorite." The woman walked over to the bag, from which she pulled out the box and smiled.

The group appreciated the gesture, beginning to receive and distribute the pastry among those present.

A chocolate-covered doughnut with sprinkles on top was received by each person.

Wait… Her husband's favorite?

Emily looked at the two little ones, then her gaze went to the young woman, then to the doughnut and her eyes went back to the little ones.

Emily could feel her head smoking from the way she worked.

No, it wasn't possible.

Spencer would have told her if it was.

"Excuse me, Amanda…" The mentioned one looked up, fixing her gaze on Emily as little Alex took small bites of his donut and shared it with his mother. "What-what did you say your husband's name was?"

"Oh! I didn't say it, actually." She admitted, taking a bite of the donut she was sharing with Alex. "His name is Spe-"

The answer interrupted by the shout Alex gave, turning away from his mother to run down the hallway for the new presence.

"Daddy! Daddy!"

Spencer peered down the elevator, noticing how the small little man ran into his arms and pounced on him.

"Alex! What are you doing here, little one?" He carried the little guy, leaving a resounding kiss on his cheek and looked him in the face. His cheeks were covered with chocolate and his glasses were drooping gracefully down his nose. "Are you alone, who brought you?"

"Mom did!" The youngest was smiling happily, playing with his progenitor's hair. "Dad, did you know Mom has another name besides Mom, her name is Amanda!"

"Yes, buddy. I knew mommy's name was Amanda, but I affectionately call her Mandi."

"I thought you called her Mommy, not Mandi."

Spencer carried his little boy over to the cubicles, finding his work group/friends staring at him with stupefaction on their faces. He was sure their faces were perfect for being part of a surreal painting.

"Spence, surprise." Amanda approached the man, leaving a kiss on his lips and received her husband's kiss back.

"What are you two doing here?" Spencer looked at his family with some surprise.

"Three, daddy. Oli's here too" The little hand pointed toward the stroller, where the movement of the youngest of the Reid family could be heard.

Spencer walked over to the baby carriage, leaving the eldest of the Reid brothers on the floor and peeked out so he could see his little boy, his newest devotion.

"Hi Oli, are you awake yet? Daddy's here." Oliver watched his father with his big hazel eyes, moving his hands so he could reach one of his father's curls. "Hey, buddy. How big are you." The man took the little guy in his hands, drawing him into his body so he could carry him, smiling at the feel of his son's movement stopping as he began to pet him.

The whole group was silent, unable to believe that the youngest of their team had such a well-kept secret.

A wife and two children! How was it possible that even Emily hadn't known about this?

"Spencer…w-what is this? When did you intend to tell us? About your wife, about your children, about-about this!" Emily waved her hands around trying to take in the situation, feeling the pieces of the puzzle coming together on their own.

"I thought Hotch was going to tell you before he left." Spencer looked at the group of people, stopping his gaze on his wife who lifts her shoulders, trying to tell him "don't even look at me, I didn't say anything."

"Clearly he didn't say it" Jennifer looked at her best friend, trying to look as relaxed as possible, but it was impossible, I guess no one was trying to "act cool" at that moment.

"Well, I guess it's time to introduce you to my family." Amanda smiled, leaning against one of the desks as she watched Alex approach her. "This is Amanda, Amanda Reid, my wife" The young woman waved her hand, crossing her arms again with a smile on her mouth. She loved that he said my wife. "This is Alexander Reid and Oliver Reid, Alex and Oli of affection." Little Alex smiled, again waving to everyone with his hand and took what was left of the donut his mother offered him.

"How long have you been married?" Next to speak was Rossi, who felt Hotch had betrayed him by keeping that secret so long.

"Well, married… we've been married for five years. Dating we've been dating for seven…" Amanda turned to look at her husband.

"Seven years, five months and thirteen days." Spencer nodded, looking down at the baby who had just fallen asleep in his arms.

"So…" Matt looked over at Alexander, who looked amused eating the sprinkles on top of the donut.

"Yeah, Alex was a surprise. We knew we wanted to be parents, but we wanted to live together first, and well… The first night of living together caused Alex's arrival." Amanda laughed with her cheeks flushed, noticing how Spencer's cheeks were also filled with that crimson red. "Oli arrived after a couple of tries. We didn't want Alex to be alone and have to read all the books to himself."

"Now he reads Oli to sleep, like the good big brother he is" Spencer smiled, placing little Oliver in the most comfortable place to sleep.

After that confession, the pair settled in at the desk where the woman was sitting.

"I have so many questions I can't process, I really don't understand. So…how come we didn't see this in your apartment when you went to jail? We'd be completely blind if we hadn't noticed." Penelope had gotten to a good point, causing the friends to nod and the pair looked at each other before they could respond.

"It's because you guys went to Spence's old apartment." Amanda replied. "When we had Alex, we outgrew the apartment. We tried to look at an apartment in the same building, but they were all the same, so we pooled our paychecks and managed to rent a slightly larger apartment down the street from there. After Oliver came along we had to move to a bigger place." Spencer nodded, wiping the corner of his son's lip, which was full of chocolate. "But when Spence needs to focus, he goes to his old apartment to work. Diana was living there for a season and then she came to our house." The young woman pushed her hair back, feeling her husband's warm hand wrap around her hip.

The group was attentive to what they were saying, nodding at every word and concentrating on the story they had for them. Like little children, they formed around the young couple to follow their narrative.

"When Mexico and jail happened, it was really an ordeal. Hotch called us to get into the program with him and Jack, we had to go into hiding because we were Spencer's immediate family. Before Diana could hide she was kidnapped and, well, you know the rest of the story." Amanda's hand went to her son's hair, playing with the unruly locks of the scalp. They were exactly the same as his father's.

"But we would have known, I would have figured it out! H-how did you…?" Penelope was utterly convinced she would have found that information.

"It wasn't in the system." Spencer admitted. "I begged Hotch not to release it, it's manually, on paper. But online it's not, it was more likely to endanger my family." The young couple looked at each other and gave each other a smile. Sighing, Spencer continued. "Something like Foyet and Hotch would have happened, it was too dangerous. I wasn't willing to lose them and place them in danger."

Finally, the group of people began to understand, nodding at what he was saying and relaxing after that news.

"Spence had intended to tell them, but after Cat Adams, Scratch, Mexico, jail, Diana… I don't know when the time was right, to be honest with you." A collective chuckle filled the room echoing at that moment.

"Wow Spencer, you sure had this secret well hidden." Luke smiled, patting the younger man on the back, who was grinning broadly after breaking free of that secret that had him gnawing inside.

"Well, it's never too late to throw a welcome home party for the new family." Rossi smiled, moving closer to Amanda so he could hug her.

Mandi smiled receiving greetings from everyone, feeling like she was home.

"Good, then I'll start buying presents from now on. For both Oliver and Alex." Penelope smiled, receiving a wide smile from Alexander, who was the most excited to receive gifts. "I've missed so many birthdays and Christmases already."

"So…" Alex stole glances at everyone, who looked quite intrigued by his words. "Can I tell you aunties and uncles?"

That was the straw that broke the excitement level in the entire group, causing everyone to nod and smile broadly, feeling their chest heaving with joy.

"Did you see, Alex? Now you have lots of aunts and uncles to share, plus cousins." Spencer fell into step with his son, who was hugging him by the neck with a smile.

"That's right daddy, lots and lots!" The little boy turned to look at them all before stretching his arms out to hang around Luke's neck, who was greeting him with a smile that went so far as to make his cheeks ache.

The entire group stayed talking for a couple more minutes before deciding to head home to relax after a full day full of excitement.

Before she could get on the elevator, Emily smiled in the direction of the group of people.

"I think we know who his daddy is." Tara's whisper caused Emily to laugh and step onto the elevator, letting the doors close and signal the end of the work day.

The day had closed on a high note, not only for the capture of a criminal, but also for the discovery of a new family.

And Spencer couldn't be happier to finally reunite their families.

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kissesssss, bai. 💕

[merakiui]

wait,,, i think i understand malleus's appeal (i say for the nth time, but please hear me out!!!!)

mal is commissioning the most talented artists in all of briar valley to make elegant marble sculptures, watercolor paintings, portraits, etc of you and he worships them with everything he's got. the artists have to be extremely careful and meticulous because if they portray you in a way that offends you or malleus they're being incinerated on the spot. T_T luckily, you often prevent this outcome by appreciating the artist's efforts by honestly expressing your approval for the parts that are indeed praiseworthy, thereby sparing the poor soul. it takes some convincing, but malleus soon comes to see the beauty he neglected to notice before, even if he still swears they got your eyes wrong by a very slight, minuscule detail.

the two of you fuck in the castle gardens. this is sacrosanct. if you ever want to be taken anywhere else that isn't in the bedroom, he'll send everyone away so the two of you are afforded true privacy. also, malleus has this habit where he cups your tummy with his palm so he can feel his dick(s) pressing up and bulging against your belly!!!! he handles you so sweetly and gently AND THE TWO OF YOU ARE SO IN LOVE AAAAAAAAAAA.

he also tends to hover. a lot. he likes being near you, but sometimes if you're doing something and he's not occupied he'll just,,,, tower over you like a second shadow. he doesn't mind the silence, but then he also doesn't realize he hovers. the hovering gets really bad and even more habitual when or if you're pregnant. ;;;; he cannot be away from you for one second; he has to be by your side at all times.

lots of kisses to the top of your hand. lots of tender kisses to your lips. they always feel so chaste and fleeting; he just likes to snag a kiss every now and then hehe. it recharges him. <3 but then also lots of slow, deep kisses stolen in shadowed halls, where he's leaning down and tilting your head to meet his mouth at an angle, and he rests his hand on your waist to pull you flush against him.

if you're ever sad, he's sad. the whole castle gets this incredibly gloomy feeling and depending on the level of sadness it may even be felt over briar valley. ^^;;; similarly, when you're happy he's happy. he doesn't need anything else, for he already has everything he could ever want (you).

he's a really good listener. the type who never zones out while you're talking and he listens so intently to everything you say. he will gladly sit and listen to you rant or vent or excitedly ramble about all manner of things. he thinks your enthusiasm is very attractive. of course, if you're venting, he's ready to get rid of the thing or person causing you such anguish. think the meme of "is the sun bothering you, my beloved?" with the person pointing the gun at the sun.

this is one of the many dynamics you likely have with mal:

[sirensea14]

My Bright Star

Kickin chicken x reader (part 1)

>>{Part 2 } , [part 3]

Summary: You're an orphan child from Playcare who came back to the factory 15 years later after you received a mysterious letter. (Time skip to chapter 3, around the caverns)

Warnings: fem!reader or gn reader? (Mostly afab reader, whatever you want it), a bit of fluff and angst, kickin's alive and a bit ooc (yeah ik he died cuz of pickypiggy and i hate her) so lets say hes alive here, mention of blood and torture, added a little bit of lines from DogDay's dialogue, not proofread so there may be typos and/or errors here lol

A/n: i dont know what im doing.... AAAAAAAAAAA!! I woke up imagining this scene and now I'm gonna write this out of my head.

"What is this place?" You gasped at the dark caverns in front of you. After escaping that horrendous teacher, you went into the next area, the caverns. With that, you picked up the orange grabpack hand and played a bit of the green bunny's dialogue. "Hoppy, hm? I still remember you..." you said in sad nostalgia. "JUUUUUUUUUUUU--" Hoppy screeched into your ears, earning you a snarl and covering your ears. "Geez, Hoppy! Ugh." You hissed while shooting the cutout with the flare gun.

You moved on to the next area. Ignoring the chill down from your spine, you stepped into the darkness. A loud flap of wings coming from the abyss bellowed in your ears. You gasped as a large creature of desaturated yellow appeared in front of you. In shock, you backed into a wall and sat in fear as the creature walks slowly to you. You held out your hand in a desperate attempt to protect yourself, "P-please... Someone... help..." You pleaded. At this moment, you didn't even think about the flare gun on your grabpack. All you wanted was to leave... You wished you didn't go into this hellhole.

The monster kneeled at your level and was staring at you as you looked away from it in terror. A glint of light caught its eyes. Its feathered wing touched your necklace, "No!" You grabbed the necklace in defiance, but the creature only glared at you that made you release it. "Please don't destroy it..." You cried, it was your only memory from Milo 15 years ago before you were adopted.

The monster gently held the locket with its finger. Its gaze fixed into the object. You closed your eyes in fear of it snatching it away, but it didn't. Your tensed face loosened up a bit as you saw it opened it, revealing a picture of a two children smiling in the picture. You looked at the creature with a sympathetic face, your mind was in a daze. As the monster stared at the picture, you took in the details of the beast.

'A yellow bird... star pendant... a zipper on its belly? Black hollow eyes and mouth... white iris... Scary, of course... just like the previous ones. But why is he looking at my picture of me and Milo?'

As if the bird heard your thoughts, it locked eyes on you, freezing you on the spot. "Kickin'... Chicken? You too...?" The monster continued to gaze at you. This continued for minutes until Kickin' grabbed the back of your head and touched your forehead with his.

"Y/... N..." His hoarse voice spoke. You blinked at his gesture. "Wh... Who are... you?"

Kickin's irises disappeared, his featheres hand still on the back of you head. "It's... me... remem... ber?"

"What?"

Kickin's face laced into worry. "Me... Me... Mi... lo... Remember?"

"Milo...? Wai-what-? I'm confused..." He dropped his hands from your head. He stood up groggily and held up his hand to you, "Let's... get out..." You grabbed his hand absent-mindedly, still thinking about how he was Milo. He carried you onto his back and flew through the caverns. Reaching the door leading to the Playhouse area, you grabbed the battery and activated the door. You looked back at Kickin' Chicken. Swallowing the lump in your throat you spoke to him, "Kicki--Milo, uhm," you struggled to find the right words. You looked up on him, seeing his piercing white eyes you looked down the floor again sweating bullets. "I... Thank you." I'm sorry, I shouldn't have left you.

Kickin' nodded and simply left.

You looked at him dejectedly and turned to power on the grabpack hand processor. It opened the door and you looked up to the sign above the door. "Playhouse..." The place where you used to play with the other children. The place where...

"Okay, you're cute as fuck but sorry you gotta-" you fired the flare gun to a mini critter Pickypiggy. You sighed.

...the place where you and Milo used to play.

Memories crept up to your head as you fight through the mini critters crawling. Feeling dizzy from all the memories flowing through and the danger that lurks within the dark, you finally reached the staircase and went down.

"The swimming pool..." You remembered Milo showing off to you by diving into the pool. You chuckled at the trip down to memory lane. If only the Playhouse area was peaceful despite the dark, you would've stayed there for hours reminiscing the memories you used to have with the other orphans. Your face curled into a somber expression knowing that the employees here have been killed by these horrible monsters. You looked up to the door, walking as you hoped your fellow orphans did not follow the same fate. But hearing the other VHS tapes, and recently Kickin' Chicken, it might imply otherwise. You sniffled a cry, "Not here, not in this hellhole. I can't let my guard down." You hardened your expression as you approach the dungeon-like area.

Your expression was grim as you looked through the cells full of blood, darkness, claw marks, and toys. And...

"You... You're poppy's angel. Come to save us. Nothing left to save, not here..."

You put your hands to your mouth as shock came to you. Dogday was in a critical state. His body cut in half, chained up in a cell. Your words were lump in your throat. You tried to speak, "D-Dogday? What? Where are we? What is this place? Why a dungeon-look here?"

"You're in CatNap's home, angel. Their home. A million pairs of eyes are in you now. Watching, waiting, hungry." He breathed heavily.

"They want nothing more than to crawl beneath your skin and eat away at you bit by little bit--fill what feels empty inside themselves."

You felt a chill ran down your spine as the canine spoke the horrors of these monsters.

"That... thing... CatNap. The Prototype is his god, and this is what he does to heretics. These little toys follow CatNap to avoid that very fate--and in return, they are fed." You couldn't imagine what horrors happened in those 10 years. All nothing but insanity...

"We tried to fight it, the prototype's control." Dogday continued, "I'm... The last of the Smiling Critters."

"But I saw Kickin' Chicke--"

"Listen to me, you have no much time. We can't lurk in this place for too long. You need to get out of this place. You need to live. You and Poppy can fix this, end this madness, the torment, the-" the mini critters from earlier appeared from the two sides of DogDay's cell. You backed down in horror. You tried to fire them with your flare gun, they only hissed at you while crawling their way towards DogDay's open half.

"Oh no... OH NO! Leave me, please. Just go!...RUN! AAAUHHHGHHH!!" You stayed long enough to see a mini CatNap critter crawl into the dog's eye. You ran to the exit but to no avail, it was locked. You heard DogDay's chains rattle as he freed his way to chase you down. You fell from the weak floor and ran your way in the tunnels. Making through the slides, crawling through the cramped spaces--you saw a streak of yellow glide below to the Duck Ride. Due to the chase you are situated in right now, you only thought of it as one of the duck rides.

You went in to the slide, panicking, you changed the right grabpack hand multiple times as fear laced into your mind. DogDay was nearing you. His distance to you was deadly, you felt a slight drop as you stepped back. 'I'm trapped...' you thought to yourself.

Dogday pounced on you but a pair of talons grabbed the back of your shirt, lifting you up and dropping you to the elevator from the other side. The gate closed as you were dropped and heard Dogday's head bash into the metal as he screamed. "Ow. That hurts." You groaned, rubbing your bottom that crashed to the metal. You saw a pair of orange legs before you. You looked up to see Kickin's hollow grin gleaming at you. You looked away shyly with a small smile in your face. The bird simply tilted his head at you with amusement and slight confusion.

The elevator came to a stop. You and Kickin' stepped out of the lift, you played DogDay's cutout dialogues. You stepped away from it when he screamed for an agonizingly long time.

"I wonder if he's okay..." You thought loudly. "... Probably... Not. Ate... by critters..." Kickin' uttered. Upset, you two went down the slide.

You looked at Playcare with a frown, "Has it always been like this?" You gestured at the place. All bloodied mess. Why did they do this? How did they do it? What made them do this? Who turned them into monsters? These questions lingered in your mind. The phone rang. You answered. Of course it was Ollie. You listened to his line as you went back under the Smiling Critters' statue to retrieve the key for the Counselor's Office.

You went outside and made your way to the next location. "So CatNap's a kid huh. After 15 years? Just what happened?" You said, stressed out. You suddenly felt a wing which prompted you to stop in your tracks. Kickin's worry was etched in his grin. You calmed down a bit at his touch. Looking up you admit, "I... don't know if I can continue this. It's too damn much." Your heart was pounding crazy. Anxiety and fear crept up to your chest as you worry for what the truth was. But you continued to clung to a hope that most of the people here didn't end up in death.

Kickin' kneeled at your level, caressing your cheek. "I am here... Knock me down, and I'll only stand up again. Brush it off like dust. And say, 'What's next?' "

"What's the point in all of this?" You looked down. Kickin' made you look up to him by tapping under your chin. Once again, his white eerie irises disappeared imitating a blink. He placed his forehead on yours, "I've seen you. In the Playhouse. Running and crawling. You... survived DogDay. The little toys. I know you can do this." You sniffled a cry at the toy's words. A tear escaped your eye as the fake afternoon light shone down to the two of you, in serenity. You closed your eyes as you savor the moment of peace, a scent of ylang-ylang wavering its way to your nose.

In this moment, you remembered, Milo used to do this whenever you get nervous. Pressing his forehead onto you. Telling you encouraging words, lifting up your spirits. Sharing his Kickin' Chicken toy with you as he pulled its tail for it to release ylang-ylang scent.

You lightly blushed at this hit of memory, remembering the fact that you two were childhood sweethearts. But now, he was turned into a monster. A monster he wasn't meant to be.

"Hey! The Counselor's Office is over there~!" Ollie's voice pierced through the silence. "Oh right," you lightly chuckled at him, secretly annoyed that he destroyed your moment with Kickin'. His white irises were back, filled with worry. He pressed his wing to your cheek, you gently touched his wing. "I can do this. Don't worry." You softly smiled. Hearing this, his grin beamed a bit. "I'll be waiting." He voiced out with a hint of sadness. But before he could stand up, you immediately grabbed his face and pecked his upper beak. Thrown back by this action, he stumbled standing.

"Bye! And don't worry, I'll come back alive."

His eyes still with surprise, followed you as you went to the Counselor's Office.

"Come back... alive."

A/n: IMSONORMALABOUTHIM, SHET KINIKILIG AKO (TL: shit im having butterflies in my stomach-) im sorry, i couldn't resist doing this, i just LOVE him sm yknow? Anyway ik no one would be reading this but i made it anyway--

[serendipitous-imagines]

Spoilers for fnaf ruin if you haven't seen/played it!

I know this is kind of a weird request, but could you maybe write an Eclipse x trans male reader where reader's on his period (or if you're not comfy with that just him having mood swings/depressive swings) and he gets comforted and kinda taken care of by eclipse? Thank you >/////<

Of course I can!! This is my first FNAF request AAAAAAAAAAA I am so excited about this! Has everyone else been watching Markiplier play? It feels right to watch his playthroughs first haha. Anyways I super relate to Eclipse so this was super duper fun for me to write!!

ECLIPSE

✦ "Oh dear, oh dearie me, starlight! You seem to be in pain! I will take care of you now, don't you worry a hair on your head! You will be feeling better in no time now that I am here with you!" ✦ Eclipse has always been good at reading emotions and when he notices that you are a little off, he is immediately by your side and gently lifting you up into his arms. Since he is so much larger than you, it is like a comforting cradle. His large hands will rest over your abdomen and gently press down on your cramps until some of them relieve. ✦ Eclipse can see the areas where you are in pain and he will carefully attend to you in each spot. He will rub your back or caress your chest to relieve some of the aches. Eclipse always seems to have an ice pack or a heating pad on hand for you, it must come with working around so many children in the daycare. ✦ You are given so many sweet treats to help any of your period cravings, but the sweets are also balanced out by plenty of proteins and salts so that you do not feel worse from a tummy ache. ✦ "You stay right here! I will be right back, starlight! I am just... grabbing some things to help you! Heehee!" ✦ Eclipse does not allow you to do anything at all. If you start getting up to move, Eclipse is lifting you up and setting you back on the pile of foam in a comfortable position. ✦ If you start to cry from the pain of the cramps, Eclipse will hold you to his chest and kiss the top of your head, telling you that he is right here for you and that the cramps will go away. He often strokes your hair and rubs any exposed side of you.

NSFW UNDER THE CUT

✦ If you get horny while on your period, Eclipse will happily take care of you. His fingers are very long and cold, they can slide very deep inside of your pussy and his fingers do not get tired from rubbing circles on your clit. ✦ Eclipse learns from an online database that orgasms help with cramps and other pains, so he focuses a lot of his attention on making you feel very good in various ways. ✦ Yes, you get to fuck the robot and the robot loves it because he is helping you.

[its-an-obsession]

Hunter Smart

Supernatural Masterlist | Full Masterlist

Part One

Request: Okay, so I just finished Book Smart and AAAAAAAAAAA - it was so amazing! Now, I know I just requested a one-shot, and you are totally welcome to tell me no on this, but may I request a part 2 to Book Smart..? if you do not have any ideas, I've got a couple; otherwise, I'd love to see where you go with it❤

A/N: Yay!! I'm so glad you liked it. And I'm so sorry this is super, super late! I hope you enjoy it!

Summary: A couple months have passed since your date with Sam, and the two of you have talked on the phone almost every day, video chatted, and have even sent letters when you can. He had stopped by your town a few weeks ago before continuing their trip. After that, you visit your hometown to see your family. During the visit, you can't help but notice a strange phenomenon. Remembering Sam and Dean's profession, you don't hesitate to call Sam.

Notes:

Y/N/N: Your Nick Name

Y/L/N: Your Last Name

Y/F/M: Your Favorite Movie

Eliza and Joe are your parents

Set during season two

Long Imagine

Warnings: language, a couple of time skips

Sam Winchester x-reader

(One Month Ago: Third POV)

"So, how was last week's hunt?" Y/N asked, swinging her arm as they held hands. Sam chuckled and put an arm over her shoulders. "It was something," he said. Y/N smiled at his response. She leaned her head against his arm.

The two of them had been walking in a park near Y/N's apartment. Sam was sweet and cooked them an early dinner before heading to the park. He told Y/N that Dean had asked to come, but of course, Sam convinced him to stay at their motel. "You know, you could've stayed at my apartment," Y/N said, "You didn't have to stay in another motel."

Sam smiled. He held her hand as they sat down at a bench overlooking a little pond. "I know, but I didn't want to intrude," Sam said. "You could never," Y/N put her head back on his shoulder. He kissed her on the forehead, resting his head on top of hers.

It was quiet between them as they looked at a few people fish in the small pond. Sam held Y/N's hand, running his thumb on the side. She looked up at him and couldn't help but smile at him. Y/N always thought it was funny how they met.

But she loved that he was committed to continuing their relationship regardless of whether he and Dean traveled a lot. And Sam was surprised that she wasn't taken aback when he told her about his family.

The conversation was tough, sure, but she didn't bombard him with questions. Instead, she sat there and let him explain. He didn't want to lie to her. Sam wanted to be honest, especially since he wasn't always in one place.

Sam felt her eyes on him. He looked down at her before kissing her forehead softly. She closed her eyes at the feeling of his lips on her face. "What're you doing tomorrow?" Sam asked. "Not much," Y/N replied. Sam smiled, softly kissing her lips.

He pulled back, his hand cupping her face, running a finger along her cheekbone. "Want to head back to your apartment?" Sam said. Y/N smiled. Sam stood up from the bench, reaching out for her hand.

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(A Week Later: Third POV)

Y/N put some dishes into the dishwasher as she was on the phone with Sam. He and his brother were on their way to South Dakota to visit a family friend, Bobby Singer. Y/N could hear Dean talking in the background as Sam was trying to explain something to her. "Dean, just shut up," Sam said.

"Bitch," Dean said.

"Jerk."

Y/N rolled her eyes and closed her dishwasher. She leaned against the kitchen counter, holding her phone to her ear. "Do I need to let you go?" she asked. "No, no, it's fine," Sam said. Y/N smiled, walking over to her living room to sit down. "What're you doing right now?" Sam asked.

She draped the blanket, from the back of the couch, over her legs. "Not a whole lot. Just got back from the store," Y/N answered. Sam smiled, leaning back in his seat. Dean glanced at his brother and then at the road ahead of them.

Sam ignored Dean's look and leaned to the side so his head rested against the window. "Sounds like loads of fun," Sam commented. Y/N laughed and pulled the blanket closer to her. "Let me know when you get to Bobby's, okay?" Y/N said. "Yeah, yeah, of course," Sam replied, nodding.

It fell quiet for a split second. Y/N grabbed the TV remote to try to find a movie to watch. "Y/N/N, I'll let you go, and I'll call you tonight, okay?" Sam said. Y/N smiled at the nickname and nodded her head. "Yeah," she replied. They said their goodbyes, hanging up the phone. The smile didn't drop from her face when she faced the television.

Sam smiled to himself and looked out of the window as the trees passed. Dean glanced at Sam then the road of them, like he had been doing for the past five minutes; including the phone call. Sam rolled his eyes and turned to look at his older brother.

"What?" Sam said.

"Nothing, nothing," Dean shrugged. Just you...." Dean paused for a second and continued to speak. "You seem happy, for once," he added. Sam nodded and looked out of the window again, still a small smile on his face.

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(A Couple Months Later - Third POV)

"How do you do it?" Y/N asked, sitting on her bed as she was on the phone with Sam. Sam furrowed his brows and propped up against some pillows on the motel bed. "What do you mean?" he questioned. "Well," Y/N sighed, "How do you do all your hunting stuff and still have time for me?"

There was that expression again. Sam crossed his arms, leaning up against the pillows with the same smile. "I don't know. You're special, I look forward to talking to you," Sam said. Y/N blushed and nodded, thankful that he couldn't see the effect he had on her.

"Well, I am honored," Y/N said.

There was a short pause between them. Sam usually spared the details when talking about hunts with Y/N. "Anything interesting happen since we last talked?" Sam asked. "Uh...." Y/N trailed, looking around her room in thought.

"I killed a few gnats near my plants today, so that was very eventful," Y/N remarked, "Oh, and I surprisingly fixed my dishwasher. It was acting up this morning, and I don't know how I did it. But I fixed the little tray at the top, and it started. I call it a miracle."

Sam laughed. Dean walked into the motel room after stopping by the diner down the street. It seemed that every waking moment, Sam was on the phone with Y/N. Typically, Dean would tell him to get back onto the case. However, Dean encouraged the calls.

"Wow, sounds like you did a lot."

"Yeah, I'm pretty cool," Y/N said, sighing. Y/N picked at the frayed edges of her comforter as they continued to talk. Sam told her about a few case details for their hunt, seeing if she had any other insight. Of course, her love for books helped a little bit.

"Oh, I'll be out of town this week visiting my family. But I should still be able to talk," Y/N informed. Sam nodded and sat up in bed. "Just let me know if you need anything. I'm only one call away," Sam reminded.

"I know," Y/N said, flattening out the edges of her blanket. "I'm gonna call it a night. I've gotta get up early for work in the morning," Y/N sighed. "Alright, I'll talk to you tomorrow," Sam said.

"Yeah," Y/N nodded, hanging up the phone.

Sam set his phone on the table and stood up from the bed to see what Dean had gotten. All the while, Dean was sitting at the table, chowing down on a burger and fries.

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(A Week Later: Y/N's POV)

It was about a five-hour drive from my apartment to Crossville, my hometown. Thankfully, I had a couple of CDs with some of my favorite music, including one that Sam and I made together. A couple hours passed, and I arrived at my parent's house.

My mom, Eliza, ran down the steps when she saw my car parked in the driveway. I smiled and stepped out of the driver's side. "There's my girl," Eliza greeted. She wrapped her arms around me, swaying from side to side.

"How was the drive?" she let me go. I smiled and stepped towards the backseat to grab my things.

"Not bad. I hit a bit of traffic, but nothing major."

I closed the car door, slipping my arm through the strap of my duffle bag. My mom grinned and put an arm around me.

The two of us walked to the front door, where my father was waiting. She opened the door and helped me with my things. "Joe, your beautiful and loving daughter is here!" she shouted. He jumped from the recliner and walked to the foyer.

My dad gave me a tight hug, making me think that he'd never let me go. He's always been like that. "Your room's upstairs as always," my dad said, letting me go with his hands on my shoulders. "Don't worry. We didn't touch it," my mom added.

I laughed and walked up the stairs. My childhood bedroom was at the end of the hallway. The smile on my face grew ten times when I noticed the lilac-colored walls looked the same. I could even see traces of daisies that I attempted to draw when I was fourteen.

(Third POV - At Bobby's House)

Sam leaned against the couch, watching a random show he found on cable. He looked down at his phone after not hearing from Y/N for a couple hours. Sam glanced at the TV one more time before giving his girlfriend a call.

"Hey, Sam," Y/N said, putting her phone on speaker. She began unpacking her bag while he was still on the phone. "Did you get to your parent's house alright?" he asked.

"Yeah, just got here a few minutes ago. I'm unpacking now," Y/N said, taking the phone with her as she put her clothes into the dresser. "Good. How was the drive?" he questioned. "Trafficy, but nothing I can't handle," Y/N answered.

Sam chuckled at her response. Y/N finished unpacking her bag and set it beside her dresser. "What're you gonna do?" he asked. "Nothing for change, it'll be nice," Y/N answered. Sam smiled. He told her a bit of what he and Dean were doing. It sounded like they were back at Bobby's for the week.

They continued talking for a few minutes until Sam had to go. Sam smiled as he hung up the phone (GIF Above).

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(Later That Night: Y/N's POV)

My mom had prepared one of my favorite meals in honor of my visit. She, my dad, my brother, and I had a talk about what's happened the past few years, mainly talking about how I left so suddenly. After considering my feelings, they apologized.

The conversation went better than I had initially thought. "So, Y/N, how's the job going?" Alec, my brother, asked. "Good, good. My coworkers are great. And surprisingly, I have a flexible and considerate boss," I replied.

Alec chuckled and handed me the pitcher of Lemonade. I thanked him, pouring a glass for myself and my mom. It was quiet between us. We had already exhausted the use of topics, mainly consisting of what had been going on in my life and theirs.

Speaking of topics, I purposefully didn't mention Sam, knowing that my parents would ask a bunch of questions and would want to meet him ASAP. It was a quiet dinner, but not an uncomfortable type of quiet. I helped my mom clean up the dishes before settling in on the living room couch.

"Hey, Y/N/N," my mom said, peeking her head into the living room. I looked up from the TV and over at my mom. "Do you mind stopping by the store real quick?" she asked. I shook my head, standing up from the living room sofa. "What do you need?" I asked.

"We're out of paper towels, and there's a spill in the kitchen," she answered. My mom handed me a small list, and I headed to the grocery store. It wasn't a very long drive from my parent's house to the store, so I parked my car closest to the entrance.

Thankfully, I had gotten to the grocery store about thirty minutes before closing. I quickly found the aisle where most of the items were. As I coasted down the frozen treats aisle, the lights above began to flicker. I ignored it and continued down the aisle, excusing it for the store's poor electricity? I don't know.

I found some of my dad's favorite ice cream and dropped it into the grocery basket. The man at the register smiled at me as I put the basket on the conveyor belt. He scanned the food items and set them into some bags. I wished him a good night, picking up the bags as I made my way over to the sliding doors.

When I unlocked the doors, my car beeped. I set the bag in the trunk and opened the driver's side door. The store's front sliding doors opened just as the cashier from earlier walked out. He turned around and locked the doors behind him. I started my car and made sure everything was all good.

While pulling out of the parking spot, I couldn't help but notice a black shadow extending across the lot ahead of me. Taking my knowledge from watching horror movies, I neglected the spot and continued driving out.

Once I reached the stop sign to exit, I heard loud and terrifying screaming coming from the parking lot.

At the sudden sound, I felt my whole body go stiff. I tried pressing the gas on my car, but my body prevented me from doing so. The shadow from earlier took over the damp concrete, causing the tall lights to burst. That's when I noticed the shadow had taken the shape of a tall figure with long and narrow arms, its eyes glowing a piercing red.

Its slow pace began to speed up once it noticed my car. My breathing grew uneven, and my survival instincts finally took over. I pressed on the gas and turned awkwardly down the street, speeding home. I couldn't help but glance behind me every once in a while to make sure it wasn't following me.

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(Later That Night)

I sat on my bed, my back pressed against the headboard with my blanket covering my legs. The TV that sat on my dresser was on, but I wasn't really paying any attention to it. After seeing that....that thing I sped home and gave the groceries to my mom. I already knew she wouldn't believe me.

So, rather than explaining why I looked as pale as a ghost, I said I wasn't feeling well and went straight upstairs. From there, I took a brisk shower and then hopped into bed. And now, here I am, staring into space with the television on in the background.

My mind kept replaying what the hell I saw and heard. None of which I understood. But I know who would: Sam and Dean.

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(The Next Day)

Before I went to sleep, I immediately called Sam. I felt bad for calling him late at night, knowing that he was probably in the middle of something, but he assured me that I wasn't interrupting anything. Thankfully, he and his brother were not on a hunt, and they'd come to Crossville as soon as possible.

I had gotten a few hours of sleep, but not enough to keep me alive throughout the day. Since Sam and Dean were coming into town, I told my parents that some friends were passing through and wanted to meet up.

Of course, my mom wanted to meet them, which also meant that she'd have to meet Sam. I sat on the front porch of my parent's house, busying myself with reading a book. The familiar roar of the Impala tore me away from the book.

I looked up from the page and smiled when Dean pulled into the driveway. I stood from the bench, dropping the book on the cushion. The two brothers stepped out of the car. Sam closed the door behind him and ran over to me. He met me halfway and instantly wrapped his arms around me.

He kissed me on the temple and set his chin on the top of my head, hugging me tightly. "My parents are out right now," I said. Sam nodded, letting me go with his hands on my shoulders. "You holdin' up okay?" he asked.

"Can't get the thing out of my head," I answered. Sam nodded again and kissed me on the forehead. I led them through the front door and into the living room. "Did ya'll want anything to drink?" I offered.

"Uh, water's fine, Y/N/N," Sam said, sitting down on the couch. I nodded and stepped into the kitchen. The boys sat in the living room as I grabbed them some water.

"Thanks," Dean said, taking a quick sip before setting the water on the coffee table. It was quiet for a bit until Sam broke it. "So, I know you explained last night, but tell me what you saw?" he asked. I sat down on the other side of Sam as Dean was in the chair across.

"Well, I noticed a shadow, to begin with, but didn't really pay any attention to it," I explained, "Then when I was pulling out of the lot, that's when I heard screaming. And I looked behind my car, and that's where it was. It was this tall shadow, and it eventually turned into a black figure with these arms. It had these terrifying red eyes."

Sam set a hand on my knee as I explained. I smiled softly and set a hand on top of his. "When it started walking towards my car, I left," I added, "Then I checked the news this morning, y'know, out of habit. That's when I saw that a man's body had been found in the grocery store's parking lot."

Sam's brows raised. "It was the same guy who had checked out my groceries," I finished. Dean took another sip of his water and cleared his throat. "Did you get anything else on the 'thing'?" Dean asked.

I thought for a while and shook my head. "Only that it was slow and dark," I said. The brothers were quiet for a while as they exchanged looks. I looked between them and spoke. "Look, I have no idea what this thing is. But I know what I saw. I know it was out of the ordinary and something that I wish I never knew existed," I said.

Sam glanced at me and nodded, lacing my fingers with his. "You think you could show us the grocery store?" he asked. "Yeah," I answered, nodding. The three of us got into the beloved Impala and headed to the store. Sure enough, the parking lot had been cornered off where the man's body had been discovered.

It looked like there was still police there. Dean parked the car, but before we stepped out, he reached into the glove compartment. I watched as he pulled out two faux FBI badges. My brows raised at the sight. Sam looked back at me, shooting me a reassuring smile.

We stepped out of the car and walked over to the parking lot. There was a line of yellow crime scene tape. A local sheriff walked over to where we stood. Sam and Dean, almost on instinct, pulled out their 'badges'. The sheriff simply nodded and lifted the tape for them.

He glanced at me as I stood there, not really knowing what to do. "She's with us," Dean mentioned. The sheriff slowly nodded and let me through. "Does this look familiar?" Sam asked.

I nodded. "That's where the shadow was," I pointed at two light posts, separated by a median between them, with a small patch of grass on it.

"When I was pulling out over there, the shadow was slowly making its way to the cashier and his car," I said, "Then I heard the scream as I was beginning to leave."

"Did the lights flicker before, after, or during?" Dean asked, looking at the blood stains on the concrete. "During," I replied. Dean nodded, walking towards the light posts. He walked a few steps and stopped, where I said the shadow had transformed into a figure. He looked over at Sam, using his expression to talk.

It seemed that the two of them only needed to look at each other to know what they were thinking. I looked around and stood there, taking notice of the blood stains. That's when I noticed something. There were scratch marks along the dark concrete.

"Sam, Dean," I said, gaining their attention.

At the sound of my voice, they both turned over to look at me. I pointed to the markings on the ground. Sam stepped over to me, setting a hand on my lower back as he passed me. They shared yet another look.

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(A Few Days Later)

The boys found some EMF readings at the parking lot, which I'm still trying to understand, but it's a work in progress. It had been a few days since we investigated the parking lot, and only one more body had been discovered. The three of us decided to stop by a local restaurant in my hometown.

"So, what're you thinking it is?" I asked, sitting beside in the booth.

Dean walked over to the booth after speaking to the hostess at the front of the restaurant. "Not sure," Sam answered, "Leaning toward Shadow People." Sam grabbed a journal from his satchel.

He opened a page and pushed it towards me. "I mean, you said that it was this tall figure-like thing that flickered and had weird eyes, right?" Sam said. I nodded, still looking at the journal.

Sam took a sip of his water and shared a look with Dean, who had sat across from us. I handed my boyfriend the journal again. "So, is this what your hunts normally look like?" I asked, "Educational guess, with a few theories?" Dean tilted his head from side to side, his brows raised.

"Yeah, yeah, pretty much," he said.

I nodded in response, playing with the salad a bit. Sam glanced at me and then his plate of food. "We'll figure it out, Y/N/N," Sam said. He set a hand on top of mine, squeezing it in reassurance. I looked up at him and nodded. The three of us had our lunch, mainly talking about what should happen next.

Afterward, Dean drove the Impala to my parent's house. He parked the car in the driveway and let Sam walk me to the front door. "I can help, y'know," I said, "I was the one who saw it." Sam chuckled and nodded his head, shoving his hands into his pockets.

"I know, but I can't risk you getting hurt," he said, "Dean and I have been doing this longer than you have. I mean, you've only been doing it for, like, three days."

I sighed and nodded in agreement. "Yeah, you've got a point," I said. Sam smiled and stopped walking. The two of us stood in front of the steps leading up to the porch. Sam took his hand out of his pocket, reaching for my hand.

He laced our fingers, running his thumb along my knuckles. "You'll be safer here than out there with me and Dean," Sam said, "We know what we're doing, Y/N/N." He raised our clasped hands to his lips, lightly kissing my knuckles.

"Got it," I said, ignoring the fluttering in my stomach. Sam kissed me on the forehead before giving me a quick hug. We said our goodnight and goodbyes. I watched from the front porch as Dean pulled the Impala out of the driveway and down the street.

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(Later That Night)

Sam and Dean had both updated me through the rest of the day. My parents were out, again, with a friend of theirs in the town over. Even though I wasn't too fond of being alone, I didn't want my parents to think their daughter was going insane. So, in the meantime, I had my leftovers from lunch and watched my Y/F/M's.

After the first movie ended, I put on the second one. The whole night was quiet. Typically, I would like that, but currently, I hate it. I kept the movie a little louder than usual and all the lights on inside the house. I threw the empty leftovers container into the trash and grabbed a drink from the fridge.

When I sat down on the couch, I noticed the front porch lights starting to flicker. I watched them for a second, remembering that the wires weren't secured correctly. I ignored the action and continued to watch my movie. But that's when I kept seeing it in the corner of my eye.

Then, as if things couldn't get worse, the lights outside sparked and never turned back on. I stayed on the couch, my eyes strained on the front door. My hands gripped the blanket draped over my legs. It almost felt like the blanket would be stuck to my hands if I happened to let go. The whole house went quiet despite the hum of the ceiling fan and the laughter coming from the TV.

I felt my heart race, and I could hear it in my ears. It was like the whole parking lot incident over again. I took a deep breath and released it out through my nose and then my mouth, regulating my fear.

It was then that I saw the reflection of two long arms in the window beside the door. "Shit," I mumbled. I let the blanket go from my grasp, allowing it to drop from the couch and onto the floor. The movie kept playing in the background as I rose from the leather couch.

My pace was slow, and my eyes were still on the front of the door and windows. I quickly made it to the kitchen, grabbing the UV-A flashlight and knife Dean had given me. They had mentioned something about the creature's weakness.

I didn't know if that would work, but my choices were limited at this point. I pressed my back against the frame of the opening that led into the hallway. The sound of the front door creaking stopped me from going anywhere else. I held the knife in one hand and the flashlight in the other.

The hardwood flooring made unsettling sounds from the porch. I wanted to close my eyes, hoping that that would somehow make the Shadow Figure disappear. I slowly peered over the edge of the frame, noticing that the thing wasn't there. With furrowed brows and slow actions, I cautiously stepped away from the frame.

I crept down the hall, keeping the grip tight on the knife and flashlight. The figure had found its way into the living room. It stood in the middle with his gaze on the TV playing Y/F/M. My breath hitched in the back of my throat, and I quickly pressed my back against the wall, hiding myself.

The air around me suddenly went cold, too cold for my liking. The floorboards creaked, the sounds slowly making their way towards me. My eyes stayed forward, but I could feel the figure moving nearby. I whipped around and pointed the UV-A flashlight at the Shadow Figure.

"Duck!" I heard a voice shout.

And I did just that. My hands let go of the knife and flashlight. I crawled over to the wall, pressing myself against it. Screeches were heard from above me as I felt someone roughly grabbing me by the arm. My boyfriend brought me up from the ground and outside.

Flashes from inside my parents' house followed by a loud scream that thankfully didn't belong to Dean. Sam held me in his arms, one arm wrapped around my waist, his hand cradling my head. "You're okay, you're okay," he repeated, his lips lingering on my forehead.

I wrapped my arms tight around him, trying to shield myself from what I just witnessed. "I got you," he said, not taking his grip away from me.

________

(A Few Days Later)

After the incident at my parents' house, Sam hadn't really left my side, and I didn't mind that. Sam and his brother stuck around for a few days, telling me that they needed a break anyway. It was their second-to-last night in Crossville, and my parents wanted to finally meet Sam and Dean.

I stood beside the door, awaiting the sound of Baby down the street. My mom was over the moon to meet Sam and Dean. I had told her a little bit about them, but unfortunately, some of them were lies, keeping their monster hunter profession on a down low. My mom was setting the table as the Impala pulled into the parking lot.

I opened the door just as Sam was about to knock. Dean followed pursuit with a bottle of wine in his hand. That was most definitely Sam's idea. My mom rounded the corner with a cheerful expression painted on her face. I stepped aside so the two boys could walk in.

Sam hugged me, giving me a tight squeeze before letting me go. Dean shut the front door and joined Sam's side. My mom glanced at me and then at the two boys. Sam stuck out his hand to shake my mom's. She grinned and accepted the gesture.

"I'm Sam," he introduced, "Y/N's boyfriend, and this is my older brother, Dean." Dean waved with the bottle of wine. My mom's expression turned to pure excitement if she wasn't even more excited than before. She grinned and gave both of them a tight hug.

"Oh, you're a hugger," Dean said.

I chuckled despite my heart racing when Sam introduced himself as my boyfriend. "This is for you, Mrs. Y/L/N," Dean said, handing my mom the bottle of wine. She thanked him and took the bottle.

Before I could say anything, my mom was leading Sam and Dean into the kitchen. Sam stopped for a second and looked over at me, noticing my expression. He grabbed my hands and pulled me close to him. "Boyfriend?" I questioned.

He shrugged and leaned down to lightly kiss me. With that, the two of us stepped away from the foyer and to the kitchen, where my mom was showing Dean around.

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[winterwhisperz-blog]

Hey ☽ ! I loved reading your recent ask posts and wanted to know if you could write something with a MC (gn or male whatever makes you more comfortable) filling their sketchbook with drawings of Ais or Kuras (or both if you're inspired enough) and them reacting to it, please ?👉🏽👈🏽 Cute bonus if they draw small details only an attentive observer would notice hehe 👀

Thanks have great day ! >:)

EEEEEEE! Yes!! This is such a cute idea so tysm for the ask !! Also tysm im so happy you liked the other headcanons, and I hope you have a great day too !! <3

ALR

LES GET STARTED

Ais And Kuras Reacting to an Mc’s Sketches of them

Warnings: None 😙 —though Ais does get a lil flirty in his

Notes: Gn Mc, fluff, maybe OOC but imma try my best— also not proof-read

Ais

ALR ALR ALR SO

This one is kinda inspired by that one scene in across the spiderverse- because I’m also kinda obsessed with that movie—

Things have come up, things that have been taking you from Ais for longer than comfortable. You miss his laugh, smile, the way his eyes roam over yours and how he speaks and just generally -exists-

So one night, when you need comfort, you get out your sketchbook and pencil, and just start drawing. You don’t mean to draw him at first, but suddenly the lines start to sharpen into his features, his smile looking back at you through the paper

Suddenly your filling up pages of pages of just random Ais sketches. Him petting Princess, him lounging about his cave, you even chuckle to yourself when you draw the first time you ever saw him. (You casually name that one: The Bastard—lmao)

When you finally meet Ais again, and have gone back to your usual routine of hanging out—he’s settled nearby, a few smaller soulless nestled into his lap.

It’s definitely something you don’t want to forget—and thankfully, you’ve got your sketchbook with you.

As your sketching, you’re trying to be sneaky, keeping your glances to a minimum. But your eyes tend to linger, capturing the strands of black hair that shifts to white, the sharp red eyes, the -tired- red sharp eyes.

No one really notices the tiredness in them, but you do. Along with every thought and voice that parades endlessly behind their ruby curtains.

They’re kind, but haunted—exhausted.

But they always still light up when seeing you.

“Hmm, looks nice.”

You jump at the sound of his voice, his breath tickling your ear.

You instantly snap the book shut, but it’s too late. Ais is already smirking. His hands up in mock surrender as you shoot him a nasty, embarrassed glare.

“Easy, sparrow. Wasn’t going to judge.”

Your shoulders slowly relax, and since he’s being nice—nice enough—you eventually do decide to show him. A warmth of pride blooming in your chest at his expressions, both amazed, impressed, oddly enough— a bit shy.

Once he’s finished, he sets himself in front of you, relaxing his shoulders, tilting his chin in a cheeky grin. As he holds it—you finally realize he’s posing.

“looked like you enjoyed drawing me.” He explains once you raise a brow. You scoff, but it -is- a lovely pose. Would be a shame if it were wasted.

As you sketch, he lets out a breath. “You’re good at expressions,”

“Yours are easy to read.”

That earns a bit of a chuckle, before he raises a brow. An idea sparking in his gaze. Uh oh.

“Mm, yeah? Well—“ he shifts, eyes sliding up and down your figure before they latch unto your face. Taking in every last detail with some kind of burning. Like coals set aflame. His gaze makes you feel like glass, a thin white sheet that he looks straight through. Revealing things underneath. “—tell me what this one means.”

With that, heat goes to your cheeks, and a thin line of pencil scratches the paper as you toss it at his now, laughing face.

“Damn bastard.”

AAAAAAAAAAA

OKAY THAT WAS PROBABLY CRINGEY BUT THATS OKAY

NOW UNTO KURAS 😇

Kuras

OKAY OKAY OKAY OKAY SO SO SO SO SO

You two are on your daily stroll, the evening painting golds and bubblegum pinks across the usually dreary sky.

Birds, dusty grey and white flock toward him, some even landing on his head before he politely shoos them off. A smile lifting his lips as you snicker.

“They must mistake you for a tree.” You tease, earning a small chuckle.

Eventually, you near the area you always walk to—a small, old wooden bench that looks over the wastelands. Doesn’t make for the best scenery, but it’s that or the bustling city.

As you sit, you pull your art supplies from your bag, Kuras opening a book beside you.

ALSO HES WEARING HIS GLASSES AAAA

You start sketching the sky, a breeze tossing strands of your hair into your face and making the task rather difficult.

As you huff, Kuras glances your way, a smile playing at his lips as he gently tucks your hair behind your ear—fingers just barely brushing your jaw as he pulls away.

You can’t help but stare, a bit flustered at the gesture. And as he returns to his book, you watch as the golden light gleams over his features, turning his eyes into two, small suns.

A few birds have returned as well, perching either nearby, or on his shoulders.

An opportunity, an art piece you cannot miss.

You quickly ditch the sky drawing and start sketching Kuras instead. His towering form, the golden teardrop underneath his eye, the waves of his dark hair—and the way he holds himself, so regally, refined—but still somehow, with a small playful air that would go unnoticed by many.

But not unnoticed by you.

The sky darkens as you finish, and you hear Kuras close his book, slowly standing. A soft palm reaches your shoulder before freezing.

You look up to see Kuras, eyes wide with wonder as he slides his glasses back onto his nose. Taking a closer look.

Feeling both excited and a bit nervous, you clear your throat from probably an hour of not speaking. “Do you like it?”

He reaches for your sketchbook, “May I?”

When you nod, he gently takes it from your hands, looking over the picture like it were some complicated medical drawings.

You don’t have time to stop him as he then searches through the rest of the sketches, the wonder brightening up his expression—you can’t help but feel amused—it’s almost like he’s a child seeing snow for the first time. “You drew all of these?” He asks, hesitantly giving you the book back.

You nod, standing beside him.

“It’s…I’ve never seen anyone draw the world like you do.” He glances away before regaining himself. “Could you teach me?”

EEEEEEEE

yes Kuras I will teach you <33

ALR

I rlly hope you enjoyed that !! Sorry if they were OOC, I’ve been kinda scattered recently. But these were sO MUCH FUN

Tysm again for the ask 😭

And I hope you have an amazing day, find your favorite color in nature, smell your favorite flower, and enjoy the sunset !!

[janaknandini-singh999]

"AAAAAAAAAAA!!" Krishna shrieked, closing his eyes

"HAPPY BIRTHDAYY" everyone came out

He slowly opened his eyes to look around and find his family and friends all in shining new clothes, clapping their hands together. All his wives and children folding their hands and touching his feet, he immediately hugged them. He touched Balram's feet and also got a fierce and emotional hug in return.

Radha watched, smiling and holding something in her hands

"Is that A CAKE?! HEY, MAHADEV- IT'S A MAAKHAN CAKE OMGG???" Krishna jumped

He took the cake, put it on the table and embraced Radha who grinned widely and hugged him back tighter. The cake cutting took place, everyone singing and cheering their kanha as he finished it and fed everyone the cake with his own hands.

"See, dau? I told you! Bhaybheet hone ki koi baat hi nahi thhi, they were all preparing for my birthday!"

"Haa, KANHA I-" Balram suddenly got cut off by the mysterious look Radha and all of Krishna's wives gave him

Radha cleared her throat "Well, it is like this.. Kanha, all your sakhis and wives discussed with me so I'm their representative. And I know it is your birthday but this time we all wish for something from you."

"Sakhi ki ichha-" Krishna started

"AREY, OH!? RUKO. Don't you "sakhi ki iccha hi satya vachan" it away! I've always had first hand experience of this leela of yours aur sabse PEHLE PHASSTA HOON MAIN-" Balram fumed but stopped at the soft, pitiful look everyone was giving him now "Haa Haa ab aise bhi matt dekho. Main toh bas keh raha thha ki pehle sunn toh lo Radha kya maang rakhna chaahti hain?"

Getting her opening at last, Radha clapped her hands enthusiastically and blurted "We all want to swap roles with you and your sakhas, Kanha!"

Pradyumnn and Sambha jumped, Balram almost choked "Wh- WHAT!??"

"But Radha, I already do that! Remember in lath maar Holi etc where you all make me a gopi and I dance for all of you?" Krishna put his finger on his chin, thinking something amusedly and smiling. He knew where she was going with this.

"Tch, but that's just you! Kanha ki leela involves the jagat so why should anybody be spared? Especially today on Janmashtami?? Aaj toh leeladhar ka hi din hain! We want all the men and gwalas swapped with the women and gopis. Just for a day, please!"

Sambha carefully signaled Pradyumnn to slip away unnoticed but they got caught by Rukmini. "Where do you think you're going, my boys?" she giggled, looking over at Radha

"Matashri, I know what you all and Radha ji are doing! You want to make the gwalas and pitashri pay with how they messed with you by doing the same with them through this kreeda! But what have WE done!? We never mistreated any woman! LET US GOO-"

"HAA, KANHA- you CAN'T do THIS!!!" Balram agreed, instantly coming to their side "Why should we reap the fruits of the seeds YOU AND YOUR BELOVED GWALAS SOWED?! BAHOT KARMA KA GEET GAATEY HO NA, KANHA? AB BHUKTOO HAHA. But leave us OUT of this. Punishing one innocent is a worse crime than letting million criminals go scot free."

Krishna suppressed his grin and looked at Radha, who said "Ugh, accha baba, we will soften it on you! You all will be queens living in the comfort of the palace while the gwalas outside get transformed into gopis, is that fine?"

"DHANYAVAAD, RADHA JI." they all bowed to her

Radha couldn't help but chuckle "Let's see how you handle even that, though." she winked

Krishna smiled and looked at everyone, then finally at Radha as he chanted like a mantra: "Sakhi ki iccha, mere liye aadesh. Tathastu!" and snapped his fingers as a ray of light emanated, covering them all

Everyone in Dwarka had been swapped. Vrindavan's gopis and gwalas had also been teleported here and swapped. Men turned into beautiful women while the women turned into handsome men. The women marvelled at their now male bodies

"This physique can help us do ANYTHING! LET'S GO" as they worked enthusiastically and many times harder in their male bodies than what the men had. The men stared and struggled at just wearing their clothes: heavy jewellery and saris "HOW can ANYONE do ANYTHING in this attire!?" For the village ones, they couldn't even balance the matka on their heads. The cooking, looking after their children, working tirelessly throughout the day without expecting anything in return. Many of then collapsed "how can anyone be subjected to THIS? It's too much, it's MADNESS!" Lying under the sun in that utterly exhausted condition, they found a new respect for their wives and promised to always help them from now on. They folded their hands silently and bowed.

Jambavanti, daughter of the bear king Jambavant, was already powerful as a woman, who now after turning into a man had become unstoppable. In her male form, she had ripped muscles and wearing a dhoti, was in the akhaada - knocking all pehelwaans out one after the other.

"Can't anyone beat me?" she giggled

Balram approached his favourite place and paused after seeing this warrior, taking time to recognizing his sister in law who smiled and bowed upon seeing him. He gulped. Suddenly a sharp pain tore through his abdomen, he grabbed his mouth with his hands and rushed to the palace.

In the jewellery store, someone stepped in with the air of a king. It was Satyabhama. In her male form, she wore a bright turban and dazzling merchant's clothes. A moustache adorned her face with a glint in her eyes. The store was operated all by women - just the men who had turned into women. She nodded at them and ordered to be shown the best of gems.

"Hmm, this one's fake." she was examining a diamond studded in a ring

As if slapped, she was met with a hue and cry of "That's impossible! It's the heirloom of the famous jeweler who opened this very store decades ago."

"Take it for testing." she muttered with the same confidence of someone who was an expert because she was. She and her father had been the keeper of the alokik syamantak mani, she's always had a keen eye for gems all her life. One of them hurriedly went outside with it and came back after half an hour with it, shaking and baffled.

"It IS FAKE! We've been blind for so long!"

Everyone turned to face Satyabhama, questions filling every part of their essence "Who are you, O Great Jauhari?"

Rukmini was beaming with the happiness of a fulfilled artist. She had just finished painting a myriad of pieces. They included: a full moon alighting a heavenly forest at night, a peacock dancing in the rain, a tiny candle slowly melting away silently placed on a table, its dim but warm light falling on a fluttering page which was alongside it, pressed in place from flying away by the feverish and tired hand of a girl whose only back was visible, while her other hand was passionately writing on it, as it mercilessly thundered away outside her window.

All of these paintings had a part of her in them, a part of her swami in them. She took it to the common people art gallery in her male form, a place she wouldn't have been allowed to visit so casually had she been in her female form as the queen. It was soon crowded. Everyone stared numb, hypnotized by these paintings. Each one of them evoked a different and wide range of emotions through them. Some people were crying, some were smiling. Some were doing both. Everyone present as if momentarily had been teleported to Rukmini's heart to the time she had experienced all these memories which she had so fondly put on canvas - experiences of all kind. Of her childhood innocence, playing in the palace, then slowly oppression, misery, helplessness, hope, devotion and finally joy and peace.

But one piece that stood out was a portrait. A magnificent picture of their Dwarkadheesh, captured in his most divine form as the gentle hands of a woman placed the crown on his head, lovingly. He was smiling. Everyone instantly bowed and a murmur went around "Who is this godly artist?"

Balram was lying down on his bed, wailing.

Revati immediately rushed inside

"Kya hua, swami?"

"REVATI JI-- MUJHSE KHOON NIKAL- Aisa lag raha hain ki main YUDDH BHOOMI MEIN HOONN PARANTU SHATRU BAAHAR NAHI BALKI MERE SHAREER KE ANDARRR SE VAAR KAR RAHA HAIN!!? Yeh kaisa SHRAAP, YEH KAISI MRITYU-"

"Yeh shraap nahi, jeevan dene ka bhaag hain." Revati smiled silently and put her hand on her swami's head, stroking it and soothing him

"JEEVAN? YEH MRITYU HAIN! Yeh kab tak chalega!?"

"4-5 din.."

"KYA!? Humare toh yuddh MEIN BHI DHARM HAIN KI SURYAAST KE BAAD koi nahi ladta. Yeh kaisa atyaachaar, anyaay-" that's when he realized and fell the ground to bend and touch his wife's feet who gasped and carried him to the bed again

"Yeh aap kya kar rahe hain, swami!? You're in this state please don't-"

"Aap sab deviyan param pujy mahaan hain. Mera naman kripya sweekar kijiye."

Revati smiled

Radha and her sakhis, now in the form of gwale, were having the time of their lives. They burst matke, stole maakhan and laughed at the gwale who had all turned into gopiyan now. When they were bathing, Radha whistled from her hiding spot and they all stole their robes, giggling and running away. Krishna and his friends saw their clothes missing and screamed, draping their chest with their hands in horror.

Extremely mad, Krishna and everyone avoided Radha's toli. But that's when a sweet melody sounded through the atmosphere. Radha was playing the flute. Forgetting and dropping everything, Krishna ran to her. Radha nodded at Krishna who smiled and snapped his fingers. Suddenly, many such Krishnas in the form of a gopi emerged and came towards the gwale! And they all danced.

Nar naari ka roop badalke, khele radhakrishna! "Prem se badhke vishwa mein kya hain?" poochhe nand govinda, poochhe nand Gopala

Gwala ho ya gopi ho, sabme ek wahi toh hain samaaya

Chandni ho ya Surya ki kirne, woh hi toh hain Maya, dharm bhi samjhaya!

Vrindavaneshwari, raas rachaiyyaa

Jhoome jiski dhun pe kanhaiya!

Radharani sabki pyaari,

Thaame humari naiyaa!

Krishna leaned his head on Radha's shoulder peacefully as they silently swung slowly on the jhoola together in the vann, soaking the moonlight.

"Is this everything you and your sakhis felt when we always used to mess with you all in Vrindavan?" Krishna whispered

Half asleep but blissful, Radha nodded

"I promise to never make you all feel this way ever again."

"Oh no, we quite enjoy your maya." Radha whispered back, admitting it finally "We'd rather be tricked and surprised by you than face the dreadful mundane humdrum of life without your mischievous smile and charm to guide us."

Before he could say anything, Radha suddenly got up, held his hands and took him somewhere. After a while, they reached and Krishna froze. A colourful house with lots of trees around and a big aangan, where tulsi ji was placed, her leaves swaying softly in the breeze. A woman was there with a matki in her hands, staring blankly above at the moon.

Krishna had come into his baal roop, as he sobbed and called out "maiya?"

The emotions flooded back into the woman as if after an eternity. She turned around in a flash "Lalla?"

He ran and hugged his mother who softly pulled his ears and sobbed, whispering "Kahan chala gaya thha, ha? Kitna dhundha! Apni maiyaa ko pareshan karna bahot pasand hain na tujhe?"

Little krishna pinched both his ear lobes and innocently lowered his head in apology and hugged her again "shamaa kar do na, pyaari maiyaa..?"

Yashoda laughed, drying away her tears "Bas yahi toh karta hain na yeh maakhan chor? Ab bhala tumse rootha bhi koi kitni hi der tak reh sakta hain?"

Radha, who had also turned into her child form, looked on and cried little tears silently from a polite distance, smiling

"Aaja, Kanha. Janmdin ki dher saari badhaai, mere lalla! Yeh le tera mannpasand maakhan- arey, Radha? Wahan kyu khadi hain? Bina kahe iss natkhat ke liye maakhan banane mein roz mere paas aake haath bat'aati hain. Aaja khaa le, maine tere liye bhi kheer banaayi hain aaj!"

Little Radha ran in Yashoda maiya's arms who gently kissed her forehead. They both fed maakhan and kheer to maiya also and the three laughed and embraced each other.

[nrcsfavoriteshrimps]

Boom ba da Doom ba da Boom ba da Doom ba da Boom ba da Doom ba da Boom ba da Doom ba da Aaaaaaaaaaa

I’m done for.

“Headmage, all I’m asking is for you to do something about the bullying…!”

He gave me a dismissive response. Like always.

“I just want to be able to go down the hall without fearing for my own safety…”

He did nothing. Again.

Over and over and Over and over and Over and over—

I’m standing outside of Headmage Crowley’s office. The door was just shut on me…again.

How many times is that…? Twelve…?

Over and over I fuck myself over And under and under I do it again

The mirror chamber is quiet. I’m not sure when I got here.

Morning and evening I felt I was grieving Until I said fuck you And never again

I fall to my knees as inky tears fill my vision. It hurts…it hurts so much…

Daytime or night time I feel I’m on my time But my time is fickle Just like a friend

When I call out for help, no one arrives.

When I reach out for help, no one takes my hand.

And with my departure From the pain I harbor I feel I am sinking And sailing to swim

I feel like I’m hacking up my own lungs. I may as well be, with the amount of ink splashing onto the floor.

God, Housewarden would be so upset if he saw the state I’m in right now…

Over and over and Over and over and Over and over and Over and

It’s too much...

Over and over and Over and over and Over and over and Over and over and

It hurts so much…I̸ ̷c̶a̵n̷’̵t̶ ̴h̶o̸l̷d̸ ̷o̶n̶ ̴a̶n̴y̷m̵o̶r̵e̸…̸

Over and over and Over and over and Over and over and Over and over and

D̸a̷d̵…̴

Over and over and Over and over and Over and over and Over and over 

D̸a̸d̵…̵I̶’̸m̷ ̶s̷o̶ ̶s̵o̶r̸r̸y̸…̶

Over and over and Over and over and Over and over and Over and over and

P̷̏͜A̶͎͋P̵̪͑A̴͉̐…̷͈̓!̵̧̚!̸̯̊!̵͓͛

And with my departure From the pain I harbor I feel I am sinking And sailing to swim…

~

Over and Over - Rio Romeo

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[argisthebulwark]

"He'll never forget the time a recruit requested to skip training due to their father 'being exceptionally stealthy' and the Listener's quill snapped in their hand."

BRO I CAN'T STOP THINKING ABOUT THIS AAAAAAAAAAA!! Excuse me if I go off for a second but I had to write this. The bit at the end is inspired by that "How many messengers does it take to deliver a message?" "One." scene from Mulan. Enjoy!

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The new recruit says that, and when the quill snaps it sucks all the air out of the room. Everyone else is terrified but Cicero has suddenly perked up like a dog that hears the treat bag. The Listener turns in her chair slowly, blade of woe suddenly in her hands, holding the handle with one hand and her pointer finger on the very tip of the blade. Everyone knows this new recruit just fucked up except for, of course, the recruit himself. He still has that cocky smug smile on his face, as if daring the Listener to go against him. Cicero knows that he may be a fool but this man is a bigger fool than even he is. He loves it.

"Skip training," the Listener says slowly, dragging her gloved finger down the sharpness of her signature weapon. "Skip training," she says again, this time with a smile that only Cicero and the recruits that have been there the longest know is not very friendly at all, a snake hiding in the roses. The older recruits are holding their breath. Cicero is leaning in as if for more, if he had a ail it would be wagging. He knows exactly what's coming next and, just like his predictions, his Listener, his beloved Listener, suddenly leaps forwards like a jungle cat that has been hiding in the tall grass, pinning the cocky, arrogant bastard against the stone wall with the blade of woe against his throat. Part of why Cicero loves his Listener's anger so much is watching the fool dumb enough to anger her suddenly have the same fear in their eyes as a trapped animal.

All the arrogance is gone, is less than a fraction of a second this moron has finally realized the Listener's power. "If you think you don't need training," she hisses, low and right into his face, her teeth bared, "Then clearly you're good enough to kill me, right here right now." She tilts her head to the side like a puppy, although she is anything but. Cicero wants to propose.

"Are you good enough?" she asks this idiot, voice still low, as dangerous as she is. "Come on, don't be shy." The man shakes his head frantically and it's clear to everyone that he's on the verge of tears.

"That's what I thought," she says normally, fnally lowering her blade from the man's neck. There's a small scratch left behind that's gently bleeding and Cicero feels almost delirious with how in love he is.

"You are an embarrassment to this brotherhood. Get the hell out of my sight," she tells him, and with more bobblehead nodding the man takes off running towards the entrance.

As soon as he is out of sight a twisted smile creeps across his Listener's face and the only thing Cicero wants to do is fall to his knees and worship her. She is perfect. Everything a Listener should be.

"Cicero," she says, and like the loyal dog he is he is instantly by her side. "How many people outside of this sanctuary know our faces?" She is talking so casually, as if she is asking him about the weather. It only makes his love grow.

"Zero, my Listener," he replies, and that smile on her face that he loves so much only grows.

"Keep it that way, won't you?" she says, turning back to her work as he takes off after the failed recruit, his own blade drawn.

Anything for his Listener.

YEA i love "Kill me. I dare you." characters. they're so near and dear to my heart like babygirl you know you can not kill the Listener please return to the practice dummies. Cicero should get to kill for the Listener as a treat. i'm just like him because i love when women are angry and have daggers. the Listener being a ruthless leader is so so good, like they're training assassins they get to be a little fucked up. I love her feigning sweetness when she's very clearly about to kill him and how into it Cicero is. they're so <3

[thisismeracing]

https://www.tumblr.com/thisismeracing/735920091769749504/wolffreader-and-mick-thought-ive-always

Hi! Back again. I had more thoughts….oh completely agree that irl I could see them being super open with their fam about the pregnancy. but…for the plot…and im a sucker for the plot 😂 I’m seeing this being post some really nasty hate online. maybe even some info being leaked from people that they thought would never do something like that. trust issues galore. so for me the idea of keeping this locked down has more to do with Wolff!readers mental health during this time period. like she as a first time mom is already got that new mom anxiety and baby isn’t even here yet, add on just heightened emotions from all the hormone changed and I could see her deciding that this is the only way that she’s going to be able to keep her peace and keep the baby safe. Mick is an angel and is like whatever you need to feel comfortable and in control of this (we stan a man that understands and supports our emotions) I think Little!Wolff does at point really heavily debate letting people know. Even feels like she’s being crazy by keeping this hidden. Like you said I think she also feels like her family would be upset that she didn’t tell them. And then in swoops Mick. Mr. supportive; he’s reminding her that this is about what SHE wants and needs. If she wants to live in a cabin in the woods he’ll build it with his own two hands (he might have to call Seb for some help with the wood working but Seb doesn’t count. Hes just a bee keeper now😹), if she wants to tell the world he’ll tell the PR company to start working on the press release. But this is about what she wants not anyone else. If they’re upset then Mick will deal with it for his girl.

how hot would it be to see Mick have a convo about this with Toto after he finds out? Toto’s been a bit moody, maybe a little passive aggressive. Mick shuts that down fast. He’s all this is my wife, idc about how you feel, while she was growing our child she as my only concern. Ofc Toto only picks up on the wife part. Like did you secretly elope too. 🙄

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I- I loved these new layers!!!!! Hahaha

Adding the online hate and maybe, just a tiny bity of toto not supporting their relationship at first or jugding and yup reader goes all in to keep it a secret and mick is 100% the supportive partner making sure she knows theres nothing wrong with their decision.

The seb part made me crackle, truly sent me 🤣🤣🤣

AND NOW MICK TELLING TOTO TO KEEP IT DOWN SO IT WONT STRESS HIS WIFE KAMCKWJNFNS AAAAAAAAAAA *fanning myself w my hands oof 🤭😮‍💨*

Alright, you got me into the secret baby train choo choo 🚂

[merakiui]

I know we're on the magical girl au brainrot (and I'm LOVING it) but I've been listening to Reneé Rapp's music a lot lately and.... fem Riddle on my mind...... >-<

I was listening to Pretty Girls and picturing the setting with Riddy aaaaa so much potential and ideas....

Alsoooo She Likes a Boy !! That song is SOOOOO her too! The lyrics is just perfect

"She says something about liking his height Suddenly worried about mine" "with a pretty face Strawberry lip gloss oh it's wasted On this dumb boy who likes the chase But why am i so angry in the first place? Why am i hurting" YEAH YEAH THAT'S SO FEM RIDDY CODED,,,,

So yeah that's all I wanted to say,,, I love her sm (⁠｡>ω<｡⁠)♡

I absolutely love "She Likes a Boy"!!!!! It's so good!!! That song and "Pretty Girls" (which I must thank you for introducing to me because I will be playing it on loop now >:D) are sooooooo fem Riddle AAAAAAAAAAA. OTL OTL there's something so painful about Riddle pining for something or someone always out of her reach. T_T she deserves the world. I would forfeit all of my possessions to fem Riddle. She has my heart in her hands. I love her. ( ᴗ͈ˬᴗ͈)ഒ

Fwb with her would be so 😵‍💫💖 just girl besties being girl besties (kissing and fucking and spending lots of time together that it feels like you're dating). The "and they were roommates" trope with her!!!! Riddle who loves you so much but wishes you'd stop bringing all of these men back for one-night stands when she knows you deserve so much better (her). That sleazy businessman is no good. That sleazy guy who definitely seemed like a criminal is also no good. That obnoxious guy who won't shut up is definitely no good. That guy who looked like the sleazy criminal is no good. They're all no good in her eyes! >_< obviously you should be with her instead. She'll do everything they can't and won't do.

And of course this is true! She's so serious about this. Also also,,,,, not that it matters (it definitely does), but if you're with her you'll always cum, always be satisfied in and out of the bedroom, have clear skin, happiness all the time, sunny skies, etc etc. ✨✨

[chocosnowflake0]

i am so very unhealthy about your lamb, genuinely i think they're my favorite depiction

they're so... sHapEs

i don't at all know how to phrase it but the fluffy baby is actually causing me severe brainrot right now, do not send help i would like to pass like this/hj

thank you for making such a little creature and sharing your art with us, very wonderful <3

AAAAAAAAAAA - THANKS YOU SM ANOOON 😭 [insert way too many happy noises here] these kind of asks makes me so happy ;; i keep shoving this poor lamb into so many versions (chibi, feral, etc) poor wooly thing x) Haha! I read a few users pointing out the shapes thing <3 I think its 'cause try to make the sketches as dynamic as possible? (since imma terrible 'nd colouring, i gotta pulish other habilities hshsh) not sure, but imma happy my art mess is liked ;v;

here, have my posedrawingpain + round feral lamb as a treat /hand falls

o h, go ahead, brainroot all y'need br҉ainr͢oot̕i͘ǹg ̢is goơd ̴f͠o̕ŕ y̷ąr̸ s͝ ͠o̵ u ͟l͟

wait, by the fluffy baby you mean the demon spa -- the hypochild??? pls take and exorcise that thi--/slapped

RFHSAdashfd Thanks you for the support and the cute ask !!! 💕 It really means a lots to me 💕

[blu3cl0v3rs]

Summary: Morro and Nya lose control.

Warnings: Bad pacing (?), author was running out of ideas

Prompt: Day 20 - Record | "Hurry!"

Extra: I watched Seabound, now you guys get my take on Morro and Nya's powers going haywire in Episode 1. Set in a generic "Revived Morro Lives With the Ninja" AU during, you guessed it, Season 14, Episode 1.

Morro sat on the edge of the flat top of the canyon. Gusts ruffled his hair playfully, the whistling winds below him of which the canyon was named after told him it was okay.

He leaned back, palms dug into the reddish dust as he exhaled calmly. He and Pixal were working on a new mech, and in trying to deliver her a tool he ended up launching it through a sheet of metal like a bullet. They were both shocked, and Morro refrained from using his abilities until he left the workshop.

He tried doing katas and practicing stances, but that just ended with the breeze violently picking up and whatever nearby that wasn't fied or nailed down getting flung about.

He hid as the Ninja returned, and went to the Whistling Canyons.

The winds shifted around something, and a soft clicking of wooden sandals let Morro know that his sensei was arriving.

"I heard from Pixal that you have been struggling with control of your powers," the sensei said as he carefully set himself down.

"I'm not struggling, it's just-" the teen groaned. "The wind refuses to listen to me. I can hear it perfectly fine, but it doesn't seem to hear me."

"Nya is having similar issues," Wu admitted.

"Water Ninja? I guess that makes sense, our elements are the most connected so if one is going haywire the other would as well," Morro mused.

"But, do you know why your powers may be going out of control?"

"If I did, I would've solved the problem already."

Wu hoisted himself up, a few joints like out a crack in protest.

"Well, I believe you have been sitting out here long enough, let us head back to the monastery now," he said as he turned, his cloak whipped around as the gusts messed with the beige fabric.

Wu's first student gazed out to the winding canyons before he rose and followed suit.

"AAAAAAAAAAA! THE TOILET EXPLODED AGAIN!" Jay shrieked from the bathroom.

Nya was seen rushing away from that area, only to pass the kitchen and break the faucet there.

"I'm comin', Jay!" Cole exclaimed as he charged towards the bathroom, mop in hand.

"Hurry!" They Lightning Elemental yelled.

Morro grimaced, the winds swirled harsher as he did so.

Realizing this, he quickly took a few calming breaths, attempting to tamp down his emotions before they ripped the monastery from atop the mountain. The gusts settled to a nice breeze, and he sighed in quick relief.

As the sound of soda bottles getting launched about, Morro almost ran into Nya as she panickedly ran away from the gaming room.

"For the record, I'm fine, and this is perfectly normal!" she angrily shouted before beating a wooden log with a near sloppy stance due to raging emotions. The hose spritzed water aggressively in tune with her hits.

The breeze picked up again as Morro tried to stop the hose from spraying him, but only succeeded in getting a rude blast to the face.

"ENOUGH!" he bellowed, anything movable was blown, Nya herself getting tossed a few feet into the air before Morro calmed himself and dropped everything, catching Nya so she wouldn't land painfully.

"Sorry," he mumbled before jerkily letting go of her.

[llondonfog]

Ever since the newest update and your recent potion au post I’m thinking

“Hey let’s make it worse and have Silver take the potion that snatches away CONSENTINGLY because he thinks maybe his father just. Won’t ever find out. After he departs from the school. And then Lilia sending letters to Silver, not getting a reply and he accepts it because he’s thinking ‘my son is mad at me, I kind of deserve that’ but then Sebek and Malleus message back like ‘Uhm. We can’t. Find him.’”

Cue Lilia practically screaming in his new residence.

(ok first anon, you've touched on one of my dear weaknesses— silver being the one thing that would bring lilia back aaaaaaaaaaa!!!!)

GOD!!! ok the circumstances that would lead to silver drinking the potion willingly,,,,, going with the theory that his family was directly involved in the war against briar valley/had a hand in the deaths of malleus' parents? holy shit, what a soul-crushing blow. i touched on this a little in my previous ask but it really is astounding to me how we're finally seeing the fractures and crumbles in what was once a rock solid foundation of silver's conviction regarding his place in the world at malleus' side, as lilia's son, and his life within briar valley. now EVERYTHING about that is being thrown into question as a result of seeing lilia's memories, and if it were true that his family directly harmed malleus in such an unforgiveable way? the pain and suffering that they've cursed a nation to know, the grief that malleus was born into and grew up wearing like a shroud, the loss that his own father must carry with him for the rest of his life— how could they look at him again and not feel the keen sting of that pain lancing them open every single time? (how could they say his name and not feel their tongue split open with hate, how could they forget the very soldiers that bear his title?)

he sees it as the only kindness he can do for them, to disappear from their lives; he's merely occupied a space within their multitudes of years for less than a decade, surely it will not take long to forget him. andrei doesn't even have to manipulate him into drinking it, he does of his own free will to grant his beloved family the only peace of mind that he can, to fade into their obscurity forever— for who will be left to mourn the loss of a boy secluded in the woods, no last name to even claim as his own?

and of course this is a dumb fucking decision because it couldn't be further from the truth!! malleus, lilia, sebek— they love silver like the moon to the tides, unconditional and unceasing. he is not his family, no matter how terrible he thinks his past may be stained, because that isn't the past that matters; playing tag and hide-and-seek in the woods, laughing with glee at malleus-sama's sparkling 'fireflies', falling asleep in his father's arms to a death metal lullaby— these are the things that color the fabric of his life. so when lilia gets a frantic missive from sebek and malleus that silver is gone in the wake of the emotional turmoil that they've all just gone through.....

you can be certain that lilia doesn't need magic to blast through crowley's door and demand just what in the seven hells has happened to his darling son.