#my guy wanted coffee and gained a mystery

[feralgreengremlin]

Bruh imagine being some rando in Gotham who’s figured out the Wayne’s numbers match batfam numbers and then realizing that if Bruce or one of his kids when held hostage there’s always one vigilante missing so they know but say nothing bc obv why tf would you say anything and like they just run a coffee shop one tim frequents and one day Red Robin walks in for the first time and without a word the owner makes Tim’s order with a couple extra shots and hands it to him Red Robin takes it pays leaves only to realize half way through patrol he never actually ordered nor has he gone in there as Red Robin

[yxngbxkkie]

meet-cute (b.c)

so, the clip from the intro: recording where chan first gets to the studio is so attractive to me for some reason 🫢 then i had the idea to write a fic on it, and 3.3k words later... we have this! i do hope you like it 🩷

feedback is greatly appreciated 🥰

You knock on the door to the studio, waiting for your younger brother to open it. You tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, looking around the empty hallway as you wait.

“Changbin?” You call out his name, knocking softly once again.

The door opens up instantly after, a light smile gracing your lips. “Noona, what are you doing here?” He asks you, opening the door further so you can walk inside.

“I can't come see my successful baby brother?” You ask him with a scoff, crossing your arms over your chest.

He blushes at your compliment before playfully punching your arm. “Don't do that in front of the staff. You know I get shy,” Changbin groans, puffing his chest out to look tough.

“Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Seo,” you laugh, plopping yourself down on the leather couch. Your brother giggles as well before sitting back in the office chair.

You pull your phone out of your pocket, resting your elbow against the arm of the couch. You scroll through one of your social media apps as he finishes up with Seungmin.

Changbin turns in his chair to look at you after he's finished with the vocalist. “You still haven't told me why you're here,” he mentions, and you lift your head up. “Not that I don't want you here.”

“I got stood up last night,” you tell him with a deep sigh, feeling yourself becoming upset.

“Are you serious?! Who in their right mind would stand you up?” Changbin clicks his tongue with a shake of his head.

You shrug your shoulders, a fake laugh coming from you. “Apparently a lot of people would,” you shuffle in your seat, tucking a leg under the other.

Changbin scoots his chair closer to you and places a hand on your knee. “I'm sorry, Y/N. You don't deserve that,” he frowns, squeezing your knee in reassurance.

“It's okay. Maybe it's the universe telling me that I'm not ready to date,” you mention, leaning back against the cushion.

Before your brother has the chance to say anything, the door to the studio opens. You turn your head, finding the eyes of a man wearing a black mask.

His dark eyes meet yours, and you quickly divert your gaze. He places a water bottle on the coffee table, looking between you and Changbin. “Who's this?” He asks, jabbing his thumb in your direction.

Your heart races at the sound of his voice, low-key, hoping he'll take his mask off. You tap your fingers against your leg, watching the taller member sit in another office chair.

“This is my noona, Y/N,” Changbin introduces you. You find the mysterious man's gaze again before providing a tiny wave of your hand. “Noona, this is Chan.”

“Ah! You're the infamous Chan oppa I'm always hearing about,” you chuckle before holding your hand out to him. “It's nice to meet you.”

Chan bows his head and shakes your hand. You can feel the tingles of his touch spreading through your fingers. “Nice to meet you too,” he says, pulling his hand back.

Changbin moves back towards the desk, pressing the red button to talk to Seungmin inside the booth. “Mr. Australia is here,” he tells him before moving to sit beside you.

You notice Chan giving you a hesitant look, knowing that he's politely trying to get you to leave. You smile at him before landing a slap on Changbin's thigh, gaining his attention.

“I'm going to head out, alright? Leave you guys to work your magic,” you chuckle while standing up, stretching lightly.

“You don't have to leave!” He mentions and tries to convince Chan with his eyes. “Right? She's my sister.”

A sigh comes from Chan, and he turns to face the computer screens. “No, no, it's okay. Just give me a call whenever you're done, Binnie,” you reassure him that you'll be fine.

He nods his head and brings you into a hug, tightly squeezing you. A groan leaves your lips as your little brother almost crushes the life out of you.

“I'll talk to you later,” you smile at Changbin, ruffling his hair.

You walk out of the studio quietly, not wanting to interrupt Chan working with Seungmin. You look through the small window before walking away, admiring Chan from the back.

You bite your lip and start walking towards the elevators, hoping you'll see him again soon.

~

You can feel the excitement coursing through your veins as you walk down the hall of your brother's apartment building. It's been a couple of weeks since you stopped by their recording session. A couple of days ago, Changbin texted you asking if you wanted to have dinner with him and his members, which you couldn't pass up.

Before you're able to knock on the door, it opens up. Your breath hitches in your throat when you come face to face with the man you've been wanting to see again.

“Hi,” you breathe out, looking into Chan's brown eyes. “I'm sorry for intruding.”

He shakes his head and smiles at you. “No, it's okay! Come in. Changbin is in the living room,” Chan reassures you, stepping to the side to allow you inside.

You feel a little relieved, thankful that he's less intimidating in a non-work setting. You thank him and step inside, slipping your shoes off. Chan shuts the door behind you, slipping past you while dragging his fingers across your lower back.

Your cheek warmth at the touch of his hand before walking towards where Changbin is sitting. His eyes meet yours, a smile coming to his lips.

“Finally, you're here,” your brother teases while getting up from his spot.

A groan leaves your lips, and you playfully punch his arm. Changbin cries out and rubs the spot you hit. “Oh, come on! That didn't hurt,” you laugh as the other members fill the room.

Changbin smirks before quickly putting you in a headlock. You scream, gripping the member’s forearm. “Noona, I may be your little brother, but I'm stronger,” he laughs after releasing you.

You giggle and shake your head. You've missed hanging out with him. Chan walks back into the living room after helping Minho with dinner. Your eyes follow his figure through the room, not believing how breathtaking he is.

When Chan disappears down the hallway, you snap yourself back to reality. You quickly glance at the other members, hoping that no one caught you blatantly staring.

Changbin nudges your arm, making you look at him. You notice the smirk on his face, and you release an embarrassed chuckle. He leans in to whisper into your ear. “You got a thing for our leader, noona?”

You scoff, playing it off. “No, no, of course not,” you tell him, crossing your arms over your chest.

Just before Changbin can say anything else, Chan walks back through the living room. His eyes find yours as he's heading into the kitchen, smiling kindly.

“You're such a liar,” your little brother laughs, shoving you lightly.

“I am not!” You counter, moving to sit on one of the couches.

You sit down beside Felix, mumbling a quick greeting to him. He smiles back at you and ruffles your hair a bit.

“How come I'm older, but you guys are treating me like I'm younger,” you complain, fixing your hair with a laugh.

Changbin pats your shoulders as he walks past you. “Because you're young at heart, noona!” He says truthfully, standing in the doorway of the kitchen. “Do you want something to drink?”

You nod your head, and Changbin disappears into the kitchen to grab something. You bring your attention to the other five members, all of them scrolling through their phones.

“You guys are a lively bunch,” you chuckle, looking at each member for a few seconds.

Seungmin laughs and locks his phone. “You didn't know?” He jokes with you, combing a hand through his hair.

“Changbin must've failed to mention it,” you giggle while adjusting your position on the couch.

You're too busy joking with Seungmin to notice Chan walk towards you with a glass of water in his hands. “Here, Y/N,” he mentions loud enough for you to hear.

You snap your head up, and you meet Chan's gaze. Your brain malfunctions just a smidge before moving quickly to grab the full glass. A gasp slips out as you get water all over yourself.

“Shit,” you mumble, and Chan grabs the glass from your hand. Your heart hammers in your chest as you feel all of their eyes on you. “I-I, excuse me.”

You rush out of the living room and towards the bathroom, shutting the door behind you. Thrusting your head back, you release a groan at the pain in the back of your head.

“So embarrassing,” you tell yourself while shaking your head.

You look into the mirror, seeing the large wet spot in your shirt. You can probably convince Changbin to give you a new shirt. You move to open the bathroom door, jumping a bit as Chan stands on the other side.

Your eyes widen, both of you seeming frozen in place. “Chan, I'm so sorry about spilling the water,” you apologize after a few seconds of silence.

“It's okay, Y/N, really,” he giggles before handing you the article of clothing. “I brought this for you. I can throw your shirt in the dryer.”

“Thank you,” you whisper and take the black hoodie from his hands. Your heart jumps in your chest when his fingers brush against yours.

He smiles and nods, leaving you to change. You slowly close the bathroom door again, bringing the hoodie to your face. Your eyes flutter shut while inhaling the smell of it.

You kick your feet a bit and change out of your shirt. You throw the hoodie over your head, smiling at the warmth of it. You shove your hands into the pocket before walking out of the bathroom.

Chan meets you at the end of the hall, taking your shirt from you. You thank him again as his eyes roam down your figure. You feel yourself becoming shy under his gaze.

“Y/N! I made you a plate,” Changbin calls out to you, walking up to you and Chan.

“Thanks, Changbinnie,” you tell him, tearing your gaze away from the older member.

Chan disappears again, tossing your shirt into the dryer for you. Changbin realizes you're wearing one of Chan's hoodies as both of you head towards the kitchen.

“Nice hoodie,” he wiggles his eyebrows, giggles leaving his lips.

“I am going to punch you so hard,” you laugh, shaking your head.

Changbin rubs your back as he leads you to the table. You sit down in the chair before digging into the meal Minho cooked. “Thank you for the meal, Min,” you tell him just before stuffing your face, humming in delight at the taste.

~

You balance the takeout boxes in your hands as you walk towards the studio your brother's in. Changbin sent you the track they've been working on, feeling really proud of it. So, being the amazing sister you are, you decided to buy them lunch.

After reaching the studio they're in, you knock on the door quickly. “One minute,” a voice from inside calls out.

The door opens up, and Chan stands in front of you. Your breath hitches in your throat at the outfit he's sporting. You've only seen the man wear black, so seeing him in light wash jeans makes you feel something.

“Hi, Y/N,” he chuckles, opening the door wider to let you in.

You clear your throat and greet him with a smile. “Is Changbin here? I bought lunch for you guys in congratulations on the banger you made,” you chuckle, setting the takeout onto the coffee table.

“Ah, I'm currently the only one here. Changbin's not coming until almost three-thirty,” he says while checking his watch.

Your cheeks blush at the two hour gap, wondering if you'll be intruding. “I see,” you giggle embarrassingly. “I can leave you some food and come back later. I don't want to be a bother.”

Chan shakes his head while holding his hands out. “No, you're fine! You can stay here, I don't mind,” he mentions with a warm grin.

“Are you sure?” You ask him, watching the member grab some of the food you brought.

“Of course. Sit, please,” he motions to the couch.

You nod, sitting down on the couch. You watch Chan as he sits in the spot beside you, handing you a pair of chopsticks. You take the wooden utensils from him as he hands you an assortment of sushi.

“I love sushi,” he comments before eating one of the rolls. You giggle and agree with him, shoving one past your lips. Both of you hum in delight, more giggles escaping at the sight of Chan waving his hands excitedly.

“You're so cute,” you whisper, shaking your head. You eat another piece of sushi, releasing another groan of delight. “God, these are delicious.”

Chan looks at you with wide eyes, hearing you call him cute. “You think I'm cute?” He asks you in a quiet voice, his chopsticks paused over the row of sushi.

You almost choke on your food, placing a hand on your chest. Chan sets the chopsticks down and gently pats your back. “S-Sorry, your question caught me off guard,” you chuckle nervously. His hand continues to rub your back, and you release a sigh.

You turn in your seat, facing the handsome leader. You place your chopsticks on a napkin, giving him your full attention. Your heart starts to pound against your chest, looking down at your lap.

“I think you're so fucking cute,” you confess to him, fiddling with your fingers.

“Really?” He breathes out, leaning back on the couch.

Your cheeks blush, his dark eyes burning a hole in the side of your head. “Y-Yeah, I mean, have you looked at yourself?” You ask him in disbelief.

Chan wipes his hands on his jeans and clears his throat. “To me, I don't believe I'm that good-looking.”

“That's criminal!” You exclaim, moving your body forward to rest your hands on his thighs. The older member blushes at your touch, his eyes dancing between your face and hands. “I think you're so fucking handsome, Chan.”

His ears burn with shyness, a soft smile gracing his lips. “Well, I think you're absolutely beautiful,” Chan whispers to you, returning the compliment. Silence fills the space between you, both of you feeling really shy. “Hey, do you wanna see what I'm like in the booth?”

“Oh? I get a front row showing to Mr. Bang Chan's recording session?” You ask with a laugh, feeling honored that he'll show you.

“One time offer,” Chan smirks, standing up from his spot.

You look up at him and grin ear to ear. “I'll take you up on it,” you tell him before motioning towards the sound booth.

He giggles and nods his head, holding out a hand for you to grab. You can't stop yourself from giggling as you place your hand in his. Chan helps you up and leads you towards the box with the red button.

“Sit here,” he says while rolling the computer chair to you. You sit in the chair and watch as he gets things ready to set up.

“You do this with all the pretty ladies?” You ask him as he clicks away on the computer.

Chan scoffs and brings his gaze to you, a smirk coming to his lips. “Are you kidding? Changbin hasn't told you that I have no social life?” He laughs and looks back at the screen, pulling up the song he wants to record.

You giggle, gently biting your lip. “He mentioned you worked a lot. None of the women you work with suits you?” You joke with him, scooting closer to watch what he's doing.

“No, no. They're all older than me and married. Plus, after meeting you… I don't want to look at other women,” he flirts with you, causing your cheeks to burn.

“Wow, the rizz is there,” you tell him, gripping the edge of the office chair.

He giggles some more and brings one of your hands to the mouse. “Okay, so you'll press this red button to talk to me. And, when I give you a thumbs up, I need you to click play,” he explains the gist of it, looking at you to make sure you understand.

Chan gives you two thumbs up after you confirm your understanding. He pets your hair before making his way into the recording booth. You watch him place the headphones on before you press the button.

“Can you hear me?” You ask, leaning forward a smidge like it's a microphone.

He chuckles and nods his head, looking at you through the window. “I can. You don't need to lean forward like that,” Chan tells you with a large smile.

“Oh, oops,” you chuckle and look through the window. “I'm ready when you are, Channie.”

His heart flutters at the nickname, and he raises his hand to give you a thumbs up. You glance back at the computer and press the play button. He starts singing, and you swear that you begin to melt.

“Woah,” you whisper to yourself, loving the way he sounds. Chan raises his thumb again, and you pause the track before pressing the red button. “I knew you had a good singing voice, but wow.”

He hides his face into his hands, almost squealing. You smile fondly at him as he takes the headphones off. You release the button when Chan walks out of the booth.

“You really think so?”

You stand up from your chair while nodding your head in response. You pick the lint from the shirt he's wearing. “I do, I really do,” you mumble loud enough for him to hear, looking up at him through your lashes.

His eyes meet yours, and the two of you subconsciously drift closer. Chan's nose brushes yours, making your eyes slowly shut. He brings one hand to your cheek, stroking the supple skin gently.

A pant escapes your lips as his face gets closer and closer. “Is it okay if I kiss you?” Chan asks politely, pulling back a smidge to look into your eyes.

“Y-Yes, please,” you almost whimper, gripping his t-shirt.

Chan smiles and leans back in, connecting your lips with his. Your hands move to the base of his neck, your fingers playing with his hair. You kiss him back with the same amount of passion as he tilts his head to the side.

“Chan hyung, have you heard from Y/N?” Changbin asks while stepping into the studio. His eyes widen as he catches the two of you making out. “Never mind.”

You pull back from Chan, pushing him a little bit so he's not too close. “Bin!” You almost shout, growing nervous as your younger brother is practically frozen.

“Do not hurt her,” Changbin tells his leader, crossing his buff arms over his chest.

“I would never,” Chan reassures him, moving away from you to pat the younger member's arm. “She brought food. Help yourself.”

Changbin's eyes light up as he follows Chan's finger, which is pointing at the takeout. “Noona, thank you! You're allowed to date Chan,” he states before rushing over to the couch.

Both you and Chan laugh at his statement, causing you to shake your head. Chan hooks a finger beneath your jaw, bringing you back in for another kiss.

“Yah, yah,” Changbin groans, covering his eyes. “Just because I'm okay with it doesn't mean you can do that in front of me.”

You rub your hands on Chan's pecs, landing one last smooch. “I'll let you guys work. I'll call you later?” You mention to Chan, standing on your toes.

“I'll call you,” he whispers with a lovesick smile.

~

tagging: @strawboorybunny @reddesert-healourblues @spacegirlstuff @moon0fthenight @foxinnie8 @like-a-diamondinthesky @prettymiye0n

[piratefishmama]

Pt1

It continues, also with Robin. She leaves Steve on that floor, pathetically cycling through this random metalheads video game music repertoire, sending a silent apology for her fallen friend to the lady in the apartment below them, sure she got to hear Steve practicing his songs every now and then which was a blessing, but she also now had to deal with his pathetic puppy crush as well.

Sorry two (definitely not house-trained) poodle owning lady, Robin sent her condolences for her hearing. But only a little condolence, one of those dogs had left a steamer in the elevator and it was a tall-ass apartment block. Karma really, sweet sweet karma.

It continued because Robin had a mild gift for hunting people down on the internet, it was a skill she’d developed and honed purely to hunt down the assholes who occasionally popped up on Steve’s insta with threatening messages and dumb as shit behaviours that a best friend refused to abide by. Steve had never allowed her to do anything with the knowledge, but one day, one day, the dogs of war would be released, and she would rain fury down upon them for making him make the sad puppy eyes.

He was just a dude, sure he grew up with wealthy parents, sure he had connections since birth to help him get to where he wanted to be, but… that didn’t make him any less of a soft-ass with a genuine love of sports, and sweaters, and listening to audio books in reading nooks with mugs of coffee like some kind of pinterest mood board model.

That didn’t make him any less of an actual mother hen to several child actors and young musicians ensuring they got fair treatment, ensuring they were never taken advantage of by the industry or the people around them.

It continued because within an hour of sleuthing, Robin poked her head back around from Steve’s guest room (read: Robin’s second home), and proudly announced “Found him!” As loud as she could to get over the cover of the final boss battle from Banjo and Kazooie that Steve absolutely did not recognise but was clearly vibing to.

“Found who?”

“Your mystery hater! He’s a—”

“Robin!! You can’t dox people!!”

“I’m not doxing him, I’m telling you exactly where he is so you can go confront him.”

“That is exactly what doxing is. How did you even find him?!”

“Dumbass posted a pic of a newspaper article that his friend wrote, which, uhm, that’s pretty cool I guess, but it had her name on it! All I had to do was search LinkedIn for her and boom, I gottem.”

“…Okay so he’s basically asking to be found is what you’re saying right now.”

“EXACTLY, can we go? Can we? I wanna see him squirm like a little bitch baby when you turn up to confront him.”

“All you’ll see is my pathetic attempts to flirt with him because I don’t know how I’d be anything but pathetic around him I mean have you seen his hands? Do you remember the Hemsworth incident? Do you remember the Hemsworth incident, Robin?” The incident in question involving a low doorway and a concussion that left him delirious in the fantastic arms of the God of Thunder.

“Do I remember you acting like a drunk school girl with her first crush around a guy with biceps bigger than your head? Yes. Yes I do. It was hilarious and you gained a handsome Aussie as a life-long friend out of that pathetic display—"

“I was concussed.”

“Drunk school girl. That doesn’t mean you can’t manage to charm a little bitch from Indiana, we’re from Indiana, we have common ground, you can bond with him!”

“Oh, because being born within the same state makes for such a conversation starter… should we really go?” Would that be stupid? Would that be crossing a line? Would that be absolutely batshit insane?

“For true love—" and champagne in First-Class "I think we should.”

“…Fine.”

Part 3

[anna-the-undertaker]

Im playing with an incorrect quote generator and I'm sharing them here. They are cracking me tf up.

Belphie: So I can either do something dumb that could very well get me injured or I can listen to MC and not do the thing, Belphie: Well there’s a clear right answer here. Belphie: *proceeds to throw five packs of mentos into a barrel full of diet coke*

Satan: I woke up and chose VIOLENCE. I WILL COMMIT ARSON AND BURN EVERYTHING TO THE GROUND!!! I AM ANGRY- MC: Awwww, you’re so adorable! Give me a hug~ Satan: Wh-What? nO, yOURE SUPPOSED TO BE SCARED OF ME! TREMBLE BEFORE MY WRATH- Lucifer, recording: This is so cute.

Beel: sSSSHIT- I BURNT MY LIP- Belphie: …Why the fuck would you even drink coffee with a METAL STRAW in the FIRST PLACE?? Beel: BECAUSE WE WERE OUT OF THE PLASTIC ONES!

Barbatos: Look, Satan, if you can fit your head down the gun’s barrel, you can assume it doesn’t have a non-lethal setting.

MC: Yes, I'm adopting Satan and you cowards can't tell me no!

Lucifer: *running towards Beel with open arms* Beel: *moves out of the way* Lucifer: Hey, why'd you move?! Beel: I thought you were going to attack me. Lucifer: I was going to hug you! Beel: Why would you hug me? Lucifer: WHY WOULD I ATTACK YOU!?

Levi: The best way to gain someone's undying loyalty is by saving them from a perilous situation. Barbatos: So you're just gonna wait until MC is in danger and save them? Levi: Of course not, I'm going to create a situation that puts them in danger and then save them. Barbatos: … Barbatos: You're insane.

MC: We’re going to defeat you with the power of friendship. Belphie: We’re not friends. MC, holding an axe: We’re going to defeat you with the power of incredible violence.

Lucifer: You’re starting to look like me more and more every day— Satan: *Bursts into tears* Lucifer: Why are you crying? Satan: You’re ugly! I don’t want to look like you! *sobs*

*Satan and Mammon are texting* Satan: Who are you? Someone changed the names in my phone. Mammon: What did they change my name to? Satan: Chosen One. Mammon: Don’t change it back. Satan: BUT WHO ARE YOU?!?! Mammon: I’m the chosen one.

Mammon: "What are you into?" is such a broad question, like do I reply with a TV series or choking?

Belphie: Sorry I can’t be emotionally vulnerable with you it’d ruin the mystery.

Asmo: I don’t think the therapist is supposed to say ‘wow’ that many times during their first session with a client, but here we are.

Mammon: What happened to your nose? Satan: I used it to break some guy's fist.

Mammon: Would it be discrimination to only hire employees at my doughnut shop who have the same name? MC: Legally, I don't believe that breaches any discrimination laws. Morally though… I don't know. Mammon: I believe god is on my side when it comes to Duncans' Doughnuts.

Mammon: Would anyone know any good vendors for professional-quality brass knuckles? Asmo: I know you’re serious, but you say the scariest shit sometimes.

Mammon: look Levi, I'm not slut shaming you but… Mammon: Actually yeah, I'm TOTALLY slut shaming you.

Lucifer: I am the left brain, I am the left brain. "I work really hard until my inevitable death" brain. You've got a job to do, you better do it right and the right way is with the left brain's might. Mammon: I LIKE OREOS AND PUSSY-

Satan: My expectations were low but holy fuck.

MC: *Texts a selfie to the group chat* Hey besties!! Mammon: *Texts a selfie clearly parodying MC's* hey besties !!1! MC: I literally hate you so much.

Satan: What's this? MC, hugging Satan: Affection! Satan: Disgusting. Satan: …Do it again.

Lucifer: I am going to need you to swear- Diavolo: Fuck. Lucifer: Lucifer: …swear as in promise.

Mammon: Pardon me, but it sounds like you’re questioning my authority! Lucifer: Not at all, Mammon. Merely your primitive methods.

MC: *cocks gun* Go to Bed. This is no longer a request, This is now a Threat.

Levi: Wait a minute, how did this happen? We're smarter than this! Beel: Apparently, we're not.

Mammon: *Reading a letter* Satan: Well, what does it say? Mammon: It’s a confession letter. It turns out MC killed my pet rock.

Diavolo: Not to be nsfw but I want someone to hold me while I sleep.

MC: Who else is hiding in the laundry room trying to listen to Diavolo and Lucifer's convo? Asmo: Me. I'm in the laundry basket. Belphie: I'm in the washing machine. Barbatos: I'm in the closet. Asmo: We accept you Barbatos. <3 Barbatos: No I'm literally in the closet. Asmo: Love is love. <3

Belphie (brainstorming ideas for pranking Lucifer): How much would a serial killer mask possibly cost? MC: Well it’s hard to find a high-quality one made out of leather or silicone, but if you did find a good one like that it’d be a couple thousands of dollars. I can try to hook you up with one but I don’t know if I’d be very successful. Belphie: Huh, that’s pretty interesting actually- Wait, how the hell do you know that? MC: …I am very passionate about Halloween, Belphie.

Diavolo: I don't know, it's not my cup of tea. Satan: Well then whose is it? Diavolo, staring at a cup of tea: I don't know!

MC: What’s something you guys are better than Lucifer at? Mammon: Mario Kart. Satan: Yeah, video games. Levi: Emotional vulnerability.

Mammon: Can we talk about that mass email you sent? MC: Why? It was important. Mammon: All it says is, "I'm back on my shit". Diavolo, shrugging: The people need to know.

Mammon: Can you pass the salt? Asmo: Can you pass away? Mammon: Too much salt.

*talking on the phone* Mammon: Remember how I said that MC and I were gonna have a calm night out for once? Lucifer: Yeah… Mammon: Well, we’re in jail. Lucifer: *hangs up*

MC: Go to hell! Lucifer: Where do you think I come from?

MC: I see the red flags, I acknowledge that they're there, and then I completely ignore them.

Satan: We need a distraction. Lucifer: Is anyone here good at jumping up and down and making weird noises? Diavolo, whispering: My time has come.

Mammon: I don’t know, this plan seems complicated. Lucifer: You once said that about an orange. Mammon: They don’t make sense. Apples, you eat their clothes but oranges you don’t.

Diavolo: Mammon and I were crossing the street, and this man drove by and honked at us. Asmo: What did you do? Diavolo: They chased him to the next red light, and reached into his window, and- Mammon: *walking in* Who wants a steering wheel?

[iaminsideyourwalls]

Sorry for the ask so soon after my first one, but really, I would love to hear about any head canons you'd like to share! :O Do you have a favorite merc?

Don’t apologize for asks, I love asks! I even put it in my bio.

You couldn’t ask a parent to pick a favorite child could you??? ;_; (although I do think about sniper every day.) I’ll give you a headcanon for all of them then.

Scout

he retained some French from when he was little. He’s not good at it in general but is a lot better at understanding it than speaking it. He can eavesdrop on Spy but can’t conjugate être. I also like versions of Scout that speak Spanish when people hc his mom as Latina.

Sniper

one of my all time favorite headcanons is Māori Sniper. Also, if you’ve seen this blog you’ll know i believe he’s an autistic king.

Engineer

I know a lot of people tend to portray him as a tender, kind, empathetic guy but I genuinely don’t think he’s ever felt empathy or genuine compassion in his life. Sure he knows how to act sweet and polite and soft and nonthreatening all the time but no matter how long you’ve known him, if you get in his way he’s already designing a new machine in his head to blow you away into the last century.

Demoman

Objectum Demoman is one of my all-time favorites. For real. I will genuinely ship him with eyelander, idgaf.

Soldier

I really love trans soldier headcanons. His transmasc swag is off the charts. It’s hard to come up with hcs for Soldier because he’s so fucking wild you could put him in any situation and it could be true. Lived in a diving bell for two years? Sure. Favorite food is un-husked kernels of wheat? Absolutely. Replaced his dick with his big toe so he could use it to walk? I could go on.

Heavy

during and after he obtained his phd in Russian literature he published a number of fiction books under a pen name. They’re all tasteful romances with subplots of political intrigue. They gained high critical praise and are still moderately popular in bookstores in Russia and some neighboring countries. all the royalties from sales go to his family. He’s also an autistic king.

Pyro

I don’t have many headcanons for pyro because I like keeping the whole mystery. I don’t wonder what’s under the mask or come up with possible names because I think the whole of the character is that mystery. But I will say that as great as unicorns and rainbows and cupcakes are, there’s really nothing Pyro loves more than hanging out with Engie in his workshop and pretending to help.

Medic

as far as my own headcanons, I have a lot. Here’s some. He does not have a driver’s license—he taught himself to drive by stealing a car. He’s insecure about his voice but he talks too much to really care. He’s always wanted a motorcycle. He puts drugs in his morning coffee. He doesn’t like classical music, he listens to the top 40s on the radio and sings along. The peppier the better.

One of my favorite Medic headcanons I ever heard was that he only has medical training as a veterinarian and I think that’s hilarious because it could absolutely be real.

Spy

He’s smart but he’s not as highly educated as he wants people to think. He never went to a university and maybe never even finished school. Just like Scout, he’s so damn good at what he does that he can afford to be more concerned with appearance and showing off than anything else. They’re both committed to making people see what they want them to see and nothing deeper.

[opalcicle]

uneditied WIP: class reunion

ty @lapse0freason for the inspiration 💜

Charlie Slimecicle x Reader m/f

Also just like, one day my reader pic will be not a girl but I'd have to come to terms with some dysphoria

Tw: a little bit of blood

I'm not particularly looking forward to the class reunion but I did want to check out the old highschool. It's been years since I've been back in that building and I want to revisit the places id made so many memories in. Curiosity makes my mind wander over old classrooms, the library, the secret places i'd snuck off to, the rooms most kids never saw.

I was a little bit of everything in highschool. I went to Bible studies on Friday evenings and watched teenagers snorting lines in adult mens living rooms on Saturday nights. I tried debate club, French classes, photography, the student council, band, advanced English and Biology. I worked, first at our local theater, then at a big chain grocery store, and then an office clothing store in our empty mall. I drank in first period chemistry class, out of a coffee cup, and tried cigarettes in the roof of some guys garage. I carried the tendancy to change trajectory well into my adult hood. I also held on to the nicotine addiction. With a handful of strange careers on my resume and a million crafty hobbies, I've only really started to know who I am.

I think maybe that's a big part of the reason I don't care to see my old friends. I was barely a person back then all most of those years were tainted by a deep longing to be someone. I'm a person now, I think. Therapy has helped with that. Most classmates either stayed in town and never changed or escaped this little city and really grew.

I'm stuck in between. I made it out more than once, but this black hole of a prarie town finds a way to suck you back to it when you're at your lowest. I've had a a few two many moments of being at my lowest.

I'm still going to go, purple hair, lip ring, tatoos, and all. I'm sure I'll get recognized, because while a little older, my face is the same. I've gained a little weight, I'm single, and I don't really have anything to show for myself. But I don't care? Like, how do I explain. Hmm. I used to care with every inch of my soul what these people thought of me and it was obvious. I give off an unsettling vibe that I can't describe, but that's just kind of who I am. It's the autism, I know it is, but it's fun to romanticize myself as a mysterious, unknowable main character.

I just don't think I'll have any reaction to anyone at the reunion. I just kind of want to see what happens, you know? There's a spark of cruelty in my heart that wants to see the people who never changed, never grew. I want to see them judging me and have the ability to just not care.

Little black dress, sheer black tights, knee high boots, and a jacket that makes it all look a little more professional. I debate over some of my stranger accessories, but there's no need to draw extra attention. Loud purple hair handles that in its own.

So hours later, when I'm standing alone near the punch bowl I really only have myself to blame. Friends and people I partied with said hi. I'd chatted with a few handfuls of people I used to know.

There was a commotion nearby as a group of men met up together. They were recognizable but hard to place. Zach, Nate, Eric and-

"Charlie!" one of the group yells out as the last approaches.

Him I recognize. He's different now, no glasses, nicer hair, and incredible clothes. Thankfully the group of them are too busy to notice me checking him out. I don't really make out what they say, but Charlie is shushing them and glancing nervously over his shoulder.

Charlie used to be the biggest nerd. Swim team, band practice, drama club, and always going on about D&D. Suddenly I'm wishing I took him up on his offer to join a campaign back in the day. He'd asked me out once when my interests had overlapped with his, but I was dating a musician- some guy who was way too old for me. John? Was that one of the John's I'd dated? Probably. Since then I'd played a bit, but adult life really sweeps you away if you let it.

A group of girls I sometimes sat with at lunch approaches me with hugs and questions and my attention wanders away from the boy I used to know. I listen to them talk about their lives and families. Talk of careers, kids, and family vacations fill the air with chatter.

When one of the girls asks about me I answer, "Freelance writing, nothing exciting," and then talk about some blogs I've written for. It's not a lie, and I'm not really interested in letting old classmates know that the awkward kid they went to school with is the anonymous writer of last year's most popular spicy, fantasy romance novel. I wrote under a pseudonym for a reason.

Eventually I'm given a good moment to sneak away and wander out into the halls. Several of the hallways are closed off but as I make my way through the courtyard I see I'm not the only one with the idea to sneak away. A long-over couple reliving their glory years, kissing at the old metal picnic table, and some men who never really grew up trying to break into a teacher's classroom are easy to slip past. When I slip down a side hall and find my secret entrance to the library, I think I'm safe. As a naturally nosey kid, I'd found all of the strange rooms and extra hallways in this prison of a building. I smile to myself, it was always fun to tell people that the highschool I'd attended has been built decades ago by a man well known for designing prisons.

The layout is different, but not by much. It's dark, the library only half-lit after hours. I reminisce about the times sneaking in here to be alone after a club meeting, making my way out the exit that didn't set off fire alarms. My favorite seating place has new couches but they're arranged the same as before. I settle into my favorite spot and put my feet up on the low work table. Eyes closed, remembering all the books I'd finished in this exact spot, I'm startled when I hear him speak.

"Hi?" The voice asks quietly and I jump to my feet, spinning to defend myself to whatever staff caretaker had found me here.

"I'm sorry I-," my breath catches when I see it's not a staff member. It's Charlie.

"It's okay," he holds up his hands like he's going to calm me down, "I didn't know anyone else knew how to get in here,"

"Yeah," I stand there awkwardly, unsure if I should try to leave, "I used to hang out here in the evenings,"

He moves around the loveseat and takes the spot next to me, "I came here early morning, before practice,"

I smile nervously, settling back into my seat and trying to get comfy again. He fidgets with his fingers and brushes a hand back through messy hair. As he does I remember his side part, how he used to spend so much time tucking it into the right spot. I can't help but laugh.

"Everyone's older but exactly the same," I murmur.

He looks at me, uncertain, but responds, "Yeah. Yeah, it feels like being teenagers again,"

"So what have you been up to, Charlie?" I lean my head back into the couch again, "Still playing D&D?"

"Oh! Uh yeah, lots now actually," I can practically feel him perk up beside me, "There's a few campaigns in the go, I ran a vampire one a little while ago that was great,"

"The Masquerade?" I peak an eye open at him, "That's what my groups playing right now,"

"Damn, who's the lucky guy who convinced you to play?" The world's leave his mouth and I can feel his nerves in the air.

I chuckle again, "No guy, just some friends I used to work with. My main gm, she's great, loves vampire, but I've never done a traditional fantasy campaign."

"What's the story about?" He asks.

"We're a bunch of vampires living in a small town in British Columbia. We're only a couple of sessions in. I'm playing a musician- daughter of cacophony,"

Charlie and I take turns asking eachother questions about campaigns and the time passes easily. When I realize how late it's getting I stand, "There's another room that I want to see if I can get into, wanna come?"

"Sure!" Charlie stands with me, "What room?"

"You used to be able to get into the science lab through the room next to it. They share a closet." I grin, feeling pride in my knowledge of secret passage ways.

We sneak up the stares and around a barrier placed in the hall; the same kind they used to keep kids from sneaking around at school dances. There was no chaperone blocking the way this time and it was easy to get around.

I pull Charlie around stored science equipment and through the closet into the lab. He takes a seat at one of the tables and I walk through the rows, running fingertips over familiar cracks in the surface that had only deepened in the last decade.

"You know, I'm surprised you remembered me," he says eventually as I peer at the beakers and bottles on the side counter.

"Oh?" I turn back to look at him in the dark.

"Yeah I mean, we didn't really spend that much time together," he grabs into his sentence quickly, like he's covering for a real reason.

I take a seat at the table in front of his, turning a chair around to face him, "Hoping I forgot you asked me out?" When he starts to stammer I laugh again. "Sorry, just teasing you. You were cute, how could I forget?" My confidence is surprising, but I hold a steady grin.

"Uh, thanks!" He blurts out, hand fidgeting with his hair again.

"I probably didn't tell you back then, but I was dating some guy who was way too old to be with a teenager. Definately my loss that I turned you down," I reach across the table and touch his hand.

He doesn't meet my eye, just watches the place our fingers are touching. He doesn't pull away either.

I'm the one to break the moment, turning my head to the far wall, "Hey were you in the class when that kid set the lab on fire?"

"Oh my god, yeah! You too, right?" He stands up, goofy grin in his face, and walks over to the outlet.

I follow, "I wonder if they ever painted over the scorch marks," I shine my phone' flashlight at the wall. We both look closely, bodies brushing against eachother, until I look up at the bottom of the cabinets. "They missed a spot,"

Charlie turns to duck his head and peer up at the scorched wood. The wonder on his face is shiftry replaced with pain as he moves to stand back up and cracks his head into the cupboard.

"Shit!" He leans back on the counter, and flying up to his forehead.

"Oh fuck," concearn sweeps over me and I step up to him. "Close your eyes," I direct as I shine the light on his face. I pull his hand away and lift his hair. There's a small gash and a trickle of blood running down his forehead.

"Is it bad?" He asks.

"Here, hold your hair up, lean back," I direct, turning my body and light away to look for a first aid kit. "You're bleeding a little, it doesn't look deep," I quickly find a bandage and disenfectant wipe, returning to Charlie with the light.

"Hey!" He protests as my flashlight shines in he eyes.

"Sorry, don't move," I mutter, moving his hand to hold his hair back. One hand holding up my flashlight, I carefully clean the blood and apply the bandaid to his face. I turn off the light, and after the little crises is felt with, we're left standing in the dark, face to face.

After a charged moment standing in front of eachother Charlie breaks the silence, "Will I live, doc?"

"No, surely you'll pass in the night. Best to get your affairs in order," I play along with the bit.

"Well if it's my last night alive-" his words trail off and in the dark I feel his hand find the side of my face. My thoughts freeze at his gentle touch and after a moment I lean forward. His lips meet mine and we kiss. It's soft, tender, and my chest feels warm. Our faces break contact but neither of us move away. Charlie kisses me again, this time pressing harder, pulling my body millimeters closer. My arms make their way around his shoulders as our noses brush. Our lips meet for a third time and the desire between us becomes apparent. His hands find my lower back and my torso presses against him. Charlie surpresses a moan when I suck on his bottom lip.

While we catch our breath he speaks, keeping his voice low, "Wanna get out of here?"

[inkwolvesandcoffee]

TH Characters & WoW (World of Warcraft)

TH Masterlist

Eddie Brock

There is no end to their bickering. Each play session is filled with what others may think are progressively more aggressive monologues, but you know are essentially Eddie and Venom being like an old married couple.

It all started when you booted up the MMO to play together for the first time. Eddie was immediately drawn to the Pandaren race and Druid class. Unfortunately, the symbiote had other preferences, namely playing as a Draenei Rogue.

“But they’re pandas! Look at how cute they are!” A moment of silence. “They are *not* prey! They’re vicious killers, if need be, but they’re also endangered.” Another moment of silence. “Druids are cool because they can change into all sorts of animals.” Venom evidently wasn’t convinced. “I know pandas are animals, but these are Pandaren. That’s different.”

“Uhm, are we still gonna play or sit here all night? If so, I’m just gonna play on my own,” you cut in, growing impatient.

Before you knew it, you had a Pandaren Druid by your side. However, the session thereafter, you had a Draenei at your side.

“He thinks they’re cool because they’re similar to aliens,” Eddie explained with a light grumble.

Race & Class: Pandaren Druid & Dranei rogue

Alfie Solomons

Is it any surprise Papa Solomons is against night time gaming? Alfie will not so subtly close your laptop, regardless of whether you’re doing or a dungeon or not, when you don’t heed his warning of “ten minutes, no more, because you know blue light’s bloody bad for your eyes and sleep.”

If you have a PC, he’ll perform a hard shut off. Say what you will, but he’s handy enough to know how to do one.

Despite his strict gaming rules, Alfie will make sure that whoever you’re playing with can hear him in the background, especially if it’s a guy. That being said, if it’s a dude you were playing with, Alfie won’t tell you to never do so again. He’d never even get it in his noggin to shut you out from other people.

Though he does like to remind you of who you’re with in the bedroom.

Still, Papa Solomons love his ‘little nerdy dove’ to bits and pieces. But not enough to pay for micro transactions. Sorry, you’re on your own when it comes to that.

If he played, he’d be a Night Elf Warrior. Or so he claims, but you think he fits the grumpy Tauren Hunter character better.

Race & Class: Night Elf Warrior or Tauren Hunter

Tommy Conlon

Tommy is the last person to comment on your sleeping schedule and to not come across as hypocritical, he lets you have your WoW night sessions. There’s one condition, though. Keep it down or the PC/laptop will be turned off and forfeited for three days.

He made a promise to himself as a young kid to never become like his father, to never be as devoid of love and responsibility as Paddy. To love his girl right. Henceforth, Tommy makes sure you know he holds nothing but affection and adoration despite his occasionally gruff demeanour.

Many a night he drapes a blanket over your shoulders to prevent you getting cold, more often than not followed by a kiss to back of head. In answer, you lightly squeeze his hand, reassuring him of your love and appreciation in return. It’s through small acts like these you have built and continue to build your relationship.

He likes to watch you play, but is still a bit hesitant to try it himself. Currently, he’s thinking about trying to play as a Worgen Death Knight.

Class & Race: Worgen Death Knight

Forrest Bondurant

Forrest has gained a reputation as your mysteriously silent and stoic boyfriend among your fan base. Everyone fawns over because he brings you snacks, water, tea, or coffee. However, if you want the latter, you’d have to ask really nicely because caffeine on top of blue light is something Forrest tries to protect you from as much as possible. Occasionally, especially if you’re streaming at night, he’ll pop by to drape a blanket (he crocheted) over your shoulders.

Nevertheless, the chat had never exploded to the degree it did last night. They went positively wild when Forrest brought you tea with a slice of homemade apple pie and sat down next to you.

“What’re you doing?” Frowning, you tried to read him and discover the reason for this sudden change in behaviour. Normally, he’d pop by and leave in an instant without so much as a word. A pat on the head at most.

Forrest remained quiet, but below the desk you felt him gripping your thigh.

“Jealous someone will try to be my player number two?” you whispered.

Forrest vaguely nodded then settled against you, shoulder to shoulder. “Eat your pie before it gets cold. Don’t want no ruining food.”

And thus he sat there like a stoic bear for the rest of the stream, though he did only leave once to clear the dishes from your desk and return with a bottle of moonshine and two glasses.

During your rare private sessions, Forrest plays either as a Human Hunter or, surprisingly, Dwarf Hunter. He likes the fact you get to keep an animal companion and shoot with a crossbow. Indeed, he’s not one for guns, though he will use one when it’s better than his current bow or crossbow.

Race & Class: Human Hunter & Dwarf Hunter

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[that-one-fandom-girl]

I edited this post from what it said before to a more accurate post; I was kind of off-base about some things.

All the different people I could find in the trailer that looked like they had something to do with the plot-and my musings about them mixed with some of Arglefumph's thoughts from his reveal reaction.

The first guy feels like he's more the person who brings Nancy into the mystery, like he's her superior in the case like Sophia Leporace from VEN. And the long haired blonde {who I think Arglefumph said was named Adela} is the owner of the necklace. The rest though...are they all suspects? 'Cause that's a LOT of suspects :D.

I feel like we befriend Radek, since there's a clip of only Nancy and him sleuthing in the...prisons? dungeons? And he seems to know some things that would endanger him and make the culprit(s) come after him, since he's the one who says that "Monsters in Prague sometimes don't look it", or something to that effect.

The first older guy doesn't have much screen-time, but I think he's the one talking about the history of Prague in the beginning and then he's talking about the Alchemists back in the day being very clever; so, he's an historian?

Oskar, the only clips I've seen of him so far have been of him on the phone or angry, sooooooo...is he suspect #1? 'Cause the clips HER puts out of specific characters does help set the mood of each character, right? Plus, he kinda seems like a Thanos-from-LIE type character in that you don't wanna mess with him. Argle said he's the main museum guy, and the fact that he's somewhat cranky and always on the phone + I'm sure we'll have to snoop in his desk {probably the one we saw in the trailer} at some point; is he the one in the black market?

Lady with the flowers looks like the owner of the coffee shop, and since Adela and her seem to get into a fight; is it a case where one of the people who bring us into the case is the bad guy and are trying to cover their tracks {but what would Adela have to gain?}, or is Coffee-Shop-Lady suspect #2 and is one of the most suspicious suspects?

The second older guy seems like a tourist guide/business owner who deals with tourists a lot, and that's most all of what I gleaned from his very short screen-time.

Elka also seems to be friendlier than quite a few of the other characters in the trailer, she has a laptop with a whole lotta stickers from Nancy's cases, we've learned more about her than really any of the others, and she's the one telling us to be careful online, so my speculations of her are: she's a fan of Nancy's and so she wants to be friends with us/help us? Maybe we team up with her {and/or Radek} {and possibly Ned if he's in the game physically at all?} unofficially to figure out who's stolen the gems? After all, she's the one who's most associated with technology {which also makes her more of a suspect, lol}.

And the last lady-the Lillian Weiss lookalike. I just found out she's the jewelry store owner, and doesn't seem the happiest about Nancy asking questions about the stolen gems, although that could be just her protecting her job? In any case, this lady from the trailer seems kinda cranky and implied that everything with the necklace was fine when everyone else was sure the gems were fake, so is she hiding something about the case? Is she the one in the black market?

Honestly, I don't know anything about these characters other than what's been officially stated, so this is all just theory, but what about you guys? What do you think of each of the characters? Do you agree with me on some things, or do you have way different ideas of these guys?

[spongeofaces]

hi there!

i'd like to request a romantic twisted wonderland matchup if that's alright. please do not match me with the first years.

my info are as follows: gender: female sexuality: bisexual (leaning towards men), aromantic personality indicators: intj 5w4 ; melancholic-choleric signs: pisces sun / taurus rising / taurus moon hogwarts house: ravenclaw alignment: neutral good alignment preferred gender to be matched with: male

personality: studious, business-minded, tech-savvy, a little bit of a perfectionist, highly values knowledge and intelligence, tends to overwork, stubbornly independent, calm and composed, intimidating at first glance (according to colleagues), reserved and extremely introverted, protective to loved ones, obedient and respectful to authorities but will not hesitate to call them out if necessary, blunt, idealistic but a complete realist/pessimist on serious situations, highly organised, loves to play video games or read and write books on spare time, passionate, drawn to mysterious, historical, gothic, and horror subjects

hobbies + likes: researching abandoned and haunted places, writing, reading, exams, stationery, business-related topics (esp finance), coffee shops, bookstores and libraries, electronic shops, technology, video games, dark royalty / dark academia aesthetic, classical literature, classical music, detective/crime/mystery/horror stories (esp. from 19th century), cats, history, listening and belting out to musicals when alone, greek mythology

dislikes: bugs, studying repetitive subjects without gaining new knowledge, failure to meet own expectations, unnecessary change

fashion choices: gothic, elegant, classic, vintage, and formal fashion styles

partner preference: someone gentle yet authoritative, smart/highly intelligent and has a lot of knowledge generally or on a certain subject

ideal date: no preference but museum dates and coffee dates are great

i think this info is enough. let me know if you need anything else! thanks! ❤️

Struggled a bit with this one, so sorry if the results aren't what you wanted :(

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I match twstgarden with...

🐉 Malleus Draconia 🐉

-:-:-:-

Doesn't matter how introverted you are, Malleus converses the same with everyone (excluding Lilia, Sebek, Silver) anyway. He also isn't the most social person, (doesn't get out much) so he doesn't know awkwardness from confidence.

A big quality time guy, and maybe physical touch? Gentle giant.

He'll support you from the frontlines, or the sidelines, just tell him what he can do. But remember to give him some support too, it aint easy being a lonely prince.

He's patient, so open up in your own time. He's happy to go at whatever pace you set for a relationship. Real respectful.

Knowledgeable in older topics.

This guy knows nothing about technology. Showing him a video game will result in many curious enquiries. It may take him a little bit to learn the ways of gaming, but he'll treasure any time you spend teaching him.

Again with technology, make him a music playlist. He'll adore it.

Honestly, this guy would go just about anywhere, as long as you invite him. He knows plenty of abandoned places to explore, and would be ecstatic to research them together with you! Oh, please let him tell you about gargoyles, he's obsessed.

Lots of dates! Be prepared to visit a lot of new places, cafes, shops, parks, museums, basically everywhere datey. Oh, but wherever you go, it'll probably be pretty empty. For good or bad, Malleus's prescence scared any other visitors off. But, that just means more space for the two of you.

Other options: Vil, Leona and Riddle.

[pico-digital-studios]

Into, Across and Beyond! Scripting: School Trip

At the beginning of One More Hero after OMT!Sonic's summary, we cut to OMT!Tails having gotten ready for school whilst listening to Sunflower on his MP3 player.

OMT!Tails: Mmhmhmhmmm~. Ohohohoooh~!

He hummed along a bit to the song, with some Vocaloid-like lyrics coming from the song. Pretty familiar somewhat? As he did so, he heard Amy call from downstairs.

OMT!Amy: Hey, Tails!

OMT!Tails: Yeah?

OMT!Knuckles: You all done packing up for your first day back at school?

OMT!Tails: (Man. Can't believe I'm going back to school proper after a whole year on the hero job. Gosh, I'm so nervous, but I'm sure I can do it!) I've just finished ironing my last shirt, and I'm coming down!

He got his bag and headed downstairs.

OMT!Knuckles: Let's get going, little bro. The bus to Central City's gonna be departing shortly.

OMT!Tails: Okay, then! I'm ready to go!

They stepped outside, ready to get going.

OMT!Amy: See you on Friday, Tails!

???!?????: Hey! Wait for me!

OMT!Cream arrived, all ready for her first day back at school too.

OMT!Tails: Heh, great timing, Cream!

They got on the bus to head over to the city.

OMT!Cream: Are you looking forward to seeing Miss Sally this weekend, Tails?

OMT!Tails: Heh, yeah. I've really been looking forward to catching up with her. I really hope she's doing okay after...

OMT!Knuckles: Yeah, I get you, kid.

A few minutes later, OMT!Tails and OMT!Knuckles got off the bus into the streets as the bus departed.

OMT!Knuckles: Hey, I just saw that new coffee shop over there. You see that, Tails?

OMT!Tails: Heh, yeah.

OMT!Knuckles: Hmm... What was it called again?

OMT!Tails: Foam Party, wasn't it?

OMT!Knuckles: Ah, yeah. Still wondering whether it's actually a coffee shop or a disco place.

As they continued their walk, they heard a radio in a shop window.

News Anchor: There are multiple reports of another mysterious seismic event off the shore of the island. Sources close to Detective Ghost say she is currently looking into the problem.

OMT!Knuckles: Detective Ghost… I still don't know what Sonic saw in her. I mean, that girl swings through once a day and answers to very few, right?

OMT!Tails: I think she's pretty cool, though.

OMT!Knuckles: Meanwhile, guys like you and me, doing our part to keep South Island safe…

OMT!Tails: Mhm.

OMT!Knuckles: We've been showing our faces to the public. And with great ability should come great accountability for it.

OMT!Tails: That's not how Spidey's saying goes, Knux, heh.

OMT!Knuckles: Heh, sorry. Her special UNO deck Sonic funded is pretty cool, though. I'll give her that.

As they walked by, Kaede Titan, the secret assumer of the Detective Ghost identity, heard Knuckles's comment and couldn't blame him for disliking her hero self, as she headed over to Bumper High School alongside her adopted little brother, Max Cartwright.

Kaede: You ready to go, Max?

Max: Heh, sure am! I can't wait to catch up with Danny and Olivia again! (Hopefully Benny will actually lay off this week. He's such a jerk...)

They soon arrived at the door into the building.

Max: See you later, Kaede!

Kaede: Bye, Max! Have a good day at school!

OMT!Tails and OMT!Knuckles stepped up by the area.

OMT!Knuckles: I'm sure you'll do great, Tails. Heh, with your genius, you might give some of the other students some inspiration.

OMT!Tails: Heh, yeah.

He gave Knuckles a gentle hug.

OMT!Tails: See you this weekend, Knuckles.

OMT!Knuckles: See you then, Tails. Love you, little bro.

He stepped inside the school as Kaede watched from a distance, wanting to go and figure out what all the earthquake news was about. Once she was under cover, she pulled out a special hat and jacket, ready to figure out just who was behind the seismic events that plagued South Island's east end more recently.

A comic book with Detective Ghost is shown joining OMT!Sonic's game box.

"Okey-doke! Let's do this one last time."

Kaede is shown putting her hero mask on.

"My name is Kaede Titan. I gained my own ability to go at super-speed, and for a couple of years, I've been the one and only Detective Ghost! Sure some of you out there might know the rest."

A shot is shown of her easily dodging Dr. Razereye's lasers.

Dr. Razereye: Grr! Stop dancing and be incinerated already!

Detective Ghost: Nah!

"I've foiled Razereye's schemes..."

"Fell in love with Luna..."

"Adopted Max into my family..."

"...and then I saved the island from crooks time and time again!

Compared to Sonic, I got a whole secret identity thing going on, and though it's tough, I can say with confidence that I've loved helping save the day. And no matter how many times I get hit, I always find my way to keep on moving. Because right now, the only thing standing between South Island and oblivion... is me.

There's only one Detective Ghost out there. And you're lookin' at her!"

Back in reality, OMT!Tails stepped into Bumper High School, taking it all in as people passed him by.

Kickroyale: Yo, look who's back! What's kickin', kid?

OMT!Tails: Hey! Just walking by. How are you?

Olivia Kennedy (Max's GF): Hey, Tails! How's the weekend been?

OMT!Tails: Heh, pretty short, huh?

Samuel Ciprianni (Ms. Ciprianni's son): Did you feel that earthquake last night, too?

OMT!Tails: Eh, not really. I slept like a baby last night.

OMT!Tails came across Bobby Bearhug, who was also settling into school for the first time.

Bobby: Oh! Hey there!

OMT!Tails: Hey!

Bobby: I'm Bobby Bearhug. I'm one of the new students here. You similar?

OMT!Tails: Yeah. It's my open week this week. Name's Miles Prower, though people prefer to call me "Tails"!

Bobby: Well, lovely to meet you!

They shook hands, long enough for OMT!Tails to notice a basketball being lobbed at them and pulling Bobby aside. They noticed Benny as the source of the lobbing.

Benny: Been a while, losers.

OMT!Tails: Oh, great... On my first day here, Benny? Seriously? It's already getting old.

Benny walked up to him.

Benny: Look, Prower. I'm not in the mood to get another detention on the first day of the week, so I'd rather you made this easier and moved aside! You got it?!

Kickroyale saw this, readying himself to get even with Benny before OMT!Tails waved him back.

OMT!Tails: Actually, you know what, Benny? You aren't even worth the effort. It's ridiculous, really. You've still been doing the same old bully routine ever since the second grade. Trying to hit us with a basketball in the corridor? Seriously?

Other students and staff in the corridor watched OMT!Tails talk Benny down.

OMT!Tails: I can't believe I used to be so afraid of bullies. Look around you, Benny. A lot of us have grown up, but you're still the same pathetic loser who has to make other people's day a misery just to feel good about yourself. It's sad, really.

Everyone around him shared their applause for him standing up to Benny in a mature manner, leaving Benny to storm off in a huff.

Benny: Urgh! I'll just find someone else to bother! Fuck you, Tails!

A couple of minutes later, class was in session, with a video presentation led by a Head Scientist Zeel Windward in the session.

Head Scientist: ...countless other possibilities! There could be a universe where I'm wearing red, or I could be another creature entirely!

OMT!Tails stepped inside, a little bit late for class.

Mrs. Ciprianni: Heh, stumbling around in the dark, Tails? Didn't expect you to be late on your first open day.

OMT!Tails: Well, Einstein did say time is relative, right? Maybe I'm not late and everyone else started early.

A couple of sniggers came about from fellow students, including a young mongoose with long purple hair at the back.

????: Heh, sorry. It was just so quiet.

OMT!Tails took a seat at the back with her, Max and Danny, the lattermost having fallen asleep midway through.

Head Scientist: Our universe is, in fact, one of MANY happening at the exact same time. Thanks to everybody working as part of Comet-Innovation, we'll prove it exists once multiversal travel is fully stabilised. We just need a bit more funding to make it happen.

???? (Mina): I liked your pun, before, by the way.

OMT!Tails: Really?

Mina: I mean, it wasn't funny, that's why I laughed. But it shows you got smarts, so I liked it.

OMT!Tails: Heh, thanks. You know, I don't think I've seen you about before-.

Ms. Ciprianni: Shh!

OMT!Tails: Oh! Sorry.

They quietened down as the lesson continued.

Head Scientist: Every choice that we make, it could lead to whole alternate timelines with countless other possibilities. A What-If to reality!

A little later, OMT!Tails was checking his true/false mini-quiz with Ms. Ciprianni to see how he did.

Ms. Ciprianni: So you see, young Miles, if someone wearing a blind-fold on a true-or-false quiz picked the answers at random, what score would they get?

OMT!Tails: Fifty percent, of course!

Ms. Ciprianni: Heh, that's correct. And the only way to get all the answers wrong on this is to know which ones are right.

She added a "1" and "0" on either end of Tails's sheet to show he had gotten full marks.

Ms. Ciprianni: I can tell you're pretty nervous with starting high school, Tails, but I promise you'll do well here.

OMT!Tails: Y-You mean it?

She nodded with a smile.

Ms. Ciprianni: So, I'm gonna set you an essay to think about over the coming months. Don't worry, it's not anything urgent, and it's not about physics. It's about you, and what kind of person you want to be.

After he left class, Crafty Canvas (who goes by the nickname "CraftyCorn") came up to Tails.

Crafty: Hey, Tails.

OMT!Tails: Hey, Crafty! What's that you got there?

Crafty: A petition sheet I've been sharing around. You know how computers have been generating art and all that?

OMT!Tails: Yeah... As a tech kid myself, I'm not exactly a fan of it.

Crafty: This sheet is to help get it outlawed here on South Island. Would you mind signing it, please?

OMT!Tails: Of course I can!

He did so.

OMT!Tails: Hmm... Seeing as how I've got a mix-match schedule, is it okay if I go around collecting more signatures for you in my free time? I promise I'll hand you it back by the end of this week.

Crafty: Oh, yes, please. That would be lovely!

OMT!Tails: Sweet! Well, have a nice day, Crafty.

Crafty: You too, Tails!

Later on that evening, OMT!Tails was walking through town to visit Uma Arachnis, someone he looked up to, at the apartment complex. He found her texting on the couch before she saw him.

OMT!Tails: Hey, Uma! Haha! Did I scare ya?

A little bit later, she was doing the dishes as OMT!Tails practiced his fighting on a punching bag.

Uma: How are you settling into school, Tails?

OMT!Tails: Going great so far. I've already been getting a lot of friends AND stood up to a bully before.

Uma: Glad to hear it! You know, Tails, smart girls are where it's at. Place must be full of 'em.

OMT!Tails: *sigh* I sure wish so.

Uma: Hey, I can't have a brother-in-law of mine in the streets with no game, you know?

OMT!Tails: Sure I've got game! Ah, actually, there was one girl I remember from one of my classes. Long lavender hair, enjoyed a little joke I made... She's kinda into me. You know how it is.

Uma: What's her name?

OMT!Tails: I didn't get the chance to ask her today. We're just laying down the ground work at the moment.

She was amused by Tails doing his best to sound cool.

Uma: Hey. You know about the shoulder touch?

OMT!Tails: Of course! But tell me anyway, Uma.

Uma: Tomorrow, look out for that girl, walk up to her, and be like...

She put her hand on Tails's shoulder to demonstrate.

Uma: Hey~!

OMT!Tails: Heh! You serious, Uma?

Uma: I'm telling you, it clicks pretty well if done brilliantly.

OMT!Tails: So, I just walk up to her and be like "hey"?

Uma: Nonono. Like "hey"!

OMT!Tails: "Hey!"

Uma: Nah. "Heeeey~!"

OMT!Tails: "Heeeey~!" Hahaha!

Uma: You sure you're my brother-in-law, kid? Haha! C'mon, bro. I got a spot you probably won't believe!

They arrived in an underground sewer area.

OMT!Tails: How do you know about this place?

Uma: I've been doing an engineering job down here. I know these tunnels like the back of my hands. If anyone asks, tell them your art teacher sent you.

Soon, they entered a wide spot.

OMT!Tails: Woah... (echoing) Mobius! Mobius! Mobius!

The room's full of beautiful street art - a lovingly-made secret spot.

Uma: There's a lot of history on these walls.

OMT!Tails: This is so cool!

She tossed a spray can to Tails before turning on a stereo to play some music as he began making some art. As he did so, Uma signed the petition sheet, knowing Tails was gonna do the island proud.

Uma: The Tails I know well, coming outta hiding.

She gave him a helping hand, with a montage shown of them working on the art together, using multiple spray cans to make it stand out.

Uma: Wow!

OMT!Tails stepped back, admiring his work, built around his silhouette with nothing in the middle but two words; "NO EXPECTATIONS!".

OMT!Tails: Is it too crazy?

Uma: Nah, Tails. I see exactly the message you're trying to get across.

He smiled, so happy to have an art piece to call his own and to be expanded upon another time. Uma's phone vibrated as she saw a message.

Uma: Alright, then. Time for us to get rolling. You got a busy day tomorrow.

OMT!Tails: Heh, yeah.

He took a picture of the mural on his Camega before heading out, returning to his high-school dorm where Danny was.

Danny: *yawn* Hey, Tails. Still up and about?

OMT!Tails: Yeah. I'm ready to get some sleep now. Catch you in the morning, Danny!

Danny: Good night, bud!

He laid in the top bunk of the bed, ready to settle down, as Danny read a Detective Ghost comic in bed to help him drift to sleep.

[knightyoomyoui]

KNIGHT'S COMMISSIONS ARE NOW OPEN!

Hey guys! Knight here. As all of you know, I’ve been teasing about my plans to do commissions before, and today it's time for me to finally announce that I am officially accepting Ko-Fi commissions for everyone who wants me to create a fic of their own idea, but this time it will be required with a payment. The reason I’ve been doing this is that I hit the point where I do indeed need to save up some income for my college life, and there's a bit of pressure that I’ve been getting from my parents, who want me to save up some money of my own. With that, I decided to use my hobby and interests as one of my sources of funds. I hope you guys understand my situation. My Ko-fi account: knightyoomyoui's Ko-fi Commissions - Ko-fi ❤️ Where creators get support from fans through donations, memberships, shop sales and more! The original 'Buy Me a Coffee' Page.

So, here’s what you’ll be expecting here in my commission:

WHAT I'M GOING TO WRITE: NOTE: 1.) I only accept pure one-shots, but I’ll consider inserting one smut part that won’t affect the entire plot. 2.) It could be Idol x M Reader, Idol x F Reader, Idol x Idol, or Member x Member. 3.) The plot could be fluff, angst, or both, and the concepts could be anything you want, such as fantasy, action, mystery, etc. SPEED FANFIC for ($15) = 2k–4k words (This should only have a light plot, with not too many situations going on—a quickie, to be exact.) NORMAL FANFIC for ($20) = 5k–7k words (The plot for this could be expanded, with more situations appearing in detail to either show the aftermath of what happened or a flashback to explain how the characters led themselves in that scenario.) HEAVY-DEPTH FANFIC ($30) = 8k–10k words (In this one, you can go all out. Bring every idea you have in that plot, and I’ll do my best to give it magic. Since this is long, you can freely give me a complete story to create, but make it as exact as you can.)

WHAT I WILL NOT WRITE:

For the smut, I don’t allow kinks that present body harm, watersport, foot-sucking, armpit licking, non-con, humiliation, other over the top kinks, or incest, especially for idols who are under 18.

No smut part for idols under 18.

HOW TO SUBMIT YOUR COMMISSION:

If you are interested, inform me first by contacting me through direct message in my account “knightyoomyoui” at Wattpad, Tumblr, and AO3. After I acknowledge your interest, you can submit to me the following: 1.) A picture of the idol(s) you want to feature 2.) Your username on Tumblr. Wattpad, and AO3. 3.) Tell the genre of your story (if smut, mention the kink you want specifically). 4.) the length  of your choice 5.) the plot of your story

OTHER THINGS TO REMEMBER:

I strictly DO NOT ALLOW REFUNDS

You can cancel only before I respond and bring ourselves to an agreement.

Expect that if you order SPEED, it will only take like less than a week to be finished, but for NORMAL and HEAVY DEPTH fanfics, it will take much longer, like more than a week but not exceeding up to a month. All of these will depend still in case I do find some struggle with my real-life stuff to prioritize first, so please understand and have some patience for me.

You should not be less than 18 years old to request your commission.

Everything that is going on with our transaction will remain between us. I respect privacy.

Please don’t submit another order when you still have a pending request for me to complete. I get it; it will provide me with more money, but I would appreciate it more if you could wait and be patient.

I want to express my gratitude to everyone who has been supporting me as an author. I may not be a great writer, but I can assure you that I’ve been doing everything I can to improve myself so that I can continue impressing and entertaining my readers and fellow K-Pop fans. I am actually overwhelmed that this hobby that I fell in love with has led me to gain the ability to use it as my strategy to earn income. I wish you all a wonderful day and thank you so much again for reading, especially for those who will have an interest in ordering!

[toriaurora15]

I can see you Chapter 1: The Instagram Notification 

A notification from Instagram fills the silence of Los Angeles's two-story library.

Several people from around the room stare with deadly glares as they look for the reason for their disturbance to see a blushing Irish woman with newly dyed blonde hair and ocean-blue eyes rushing towards one of the many studying tables with romance books scattered across the brown wooden table.

The petite woman almost misses the table before franticly grabbing her Samsumg S xx phone from its previous position on top of a forest green duffle bag.

"Fuck! Sorry," she whispers with guilt behind her soft voice as the young lady lowers the phone's volume to vibrate.

Some of the library's visitors gave her a stink eye while others nodded in acceptance before returning to their daily tasks.

The mortification of disturbing the silence makes the woman of five-one's ivory face flush red as she touches her phone's screen to see a new notification from HungryTravelerMan1815.

After pressing the notification button, PenFlower1812's profile appears on her screen before seeing an image of a glorious picture inside a coffee shop with the words, "Enjoying one of my favorite places in Los Angeles."

A smile forms upon her plump lips as she looks at the influencer's story. At this moment, she debating on the decision to interact with the one person she always wanted to talk to since she was sixteen. Rowan Bazinson.

This thirty-year-old traveler made his money traveling several continents.

After dropping out of college, Rowan spent his days finding unique food cuisines, interviewing the locals, and advertising for new restaurants. He recently made the top ten sexiest men alive. But this curvy Irish lady is not interested in his fame. It is his personality.

Rowan has a child-like personality. His charming smile and welcoming presence caught Penthia-Pen, for short- Athy's heart.

Today will be one of the few times he will be on the same continent as this wallflower, Los Angeles, and Pen would love to gain the courage to contact him.

Sixteen-year-old Pen had always dreamed of falling in love with someone like Rowan and living the fairy tale endings she reads in her favorite Romantic comedy stories.

Unfortunately, Pen is now a twenty-seven-year-old. She is considered an inspiring romance writer who spends her summer reading stories from other writers as she finds inspiration for her next book, I can see you.

Pen doesn't remember the date when she stumbled on Rowan's profile.

All she knows is that he inspired her to write her next story. I can see you.

The plotline is on her dreams of one day reaching out to him and hopefully becoming friends.

The shy author doesn't expect their story to be like her favorite trope: friends to lovers.

Nevertheless, Pen always wanted that guy who was okay with being friends before anything else.

The writer lets out a dreamy sigh as her jelly nails press the heart symbol on his story. She embraces Rowan's lack of acknowledgment before scrolling through her small group of followers.

After looking at her Instagram account for a few minutes, she closes the app and prepares to leave the library.

Pen picks out three new books to rent out before walking into the pitch-dark parking lot of the modern library at six pm.

One is a mystery romance book, Rebecca.

The second book is a period classic, Mansfield Park.

And lastly, her all-time favorite Bridgerton book series by Julia Quinn, Book 4, Romancing Mr. Bridgerton.

Summary

[bumblebeug]

Part 4- please note- the chemical science is unreviewed.

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"Hnn," Bruce grunted while flicking excess moisture from his tox screening kit.

"Good or bad?" Tim asked as he delved deeper into the actor's pockets and body,

"Initial signs indicate that whatever he ingested was basic in nature... its a strange green colour," Bruce paused to think on that particular colour, "something like antifreeze, perhaps? Basic when it enters the body but quickly metabolizes to acidic... Highly toxic to the kidneys even in small amounts."

Tim grunted in acknowledgment as his continued his assessment of the corpse contued, "So possible ingestion of a substance like, if not actually, antifreeze. That doesn't explain..." he trailed off.

His fingers caught on the a rough edge on the corpse's crinkling collar which left an,

"Ashy residue on the collar", Tim narrated as he peeled back the rough edge, "Two prongs to the neck. Assailant possibly afraid that the poison wouldn't take place fast eough?"

Tim suppressed a shudder as he wiped his fingers against his pants and amended his hypothesis, "Assailent didn't want to chance the poison not working?"

It made sense, Tim noted in a detached way, using something like antifreeze would take at least 24 hours to render the mark dead.

Straining his system would accelerate everything.

Whoever was behind this, Tim decided, wanted to leave very little to chance. But why? He wondered, what was so important about a mundane murder mystery actor?

"What does Oracle make of this so far?" Tim asked.

Bruce frowned as he listened to the cackling and hissing of white noise, "Interference from the lightening storm is proving difficult."

A couple of revelers burst through the entrance, "Brucie! For shame!! Dear boy, don't you know it's bad form to try and bribe the actor for hints!"

Bruce dusted some imagined dust off of his pants as he stood and waggled his eyebrows conspiratorially, "Oh, but how could I ever gain and advantage otherwise, Jacob!"

Bruce made sure to stumble his initial steps.

"Why, this kind of, " he waved his hand loosely, "-of, sleuth-work is best left to someone like Batman."

Jacob chuckled fondly, "Bruce, that dear caped crusader must be absurdly busy with your Gotham at this time of night, it's up to us to solve this poor man's murder.

Bruce feigned a winning grin, "Of course, of course, there's no reason Batman would travel all the way to Wisconsin with all of that crime in his own backyard."

He slung an arm around Jacob and Beatrice Worthington before leading him out of the room, "So, you think there are any worthy hints hiding in the bar?"

Tim rolled his eyes before he covertly tried to reach Oracle himself.

"Rob-BZZZT... there? BZZZZT...Interference is bad. I'll... BZZZT You should know there are two BZZZT - its highly suspicious, watch yourselves."

Tim pinched the bridge of his nose and wished that coffee had been served instead of champagne- it felt like the beginning of a long, long night.

"Just you and me, huh, Danny?" Tim nudged the sole of Danny's shoe with his own, "want to explain this cryptic message?"

Tim waved the lime-green note under Danny's nose.

Danny remained silent.

Inert.

"Maybe you want to tell me who among the crowd may have wrote it?" Tim, good-naturedly, nudged the sole of Danny's foot once more.

"Ha," Tim snorted, "I'd expect nothing less - the dead tend to kept their secrets, eh Danny? We're just two guys, being bros, trying to solve your murder cause we're not gay. "

Danny did not respond.

"Right, yeah," Tim wiped his nose, "its not funny,"

Despite his eyes prickling, Tim taped comm-link, "Oracle, this is Robin requesting a Batman. Repeat- Robin requesting a Batman."

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@bluerosefox gosh I love this prompt. Sorry this is all written on mobile so far- hope to have my laptop in working order shortly! Hope its fun so far!

Guyyyyyysssss

I just had a random shenanigans idea...

Now hear me out.

You know those murder mystery parties right? The ones where people get together, an actor plays dead, and the groups have to figure out who did it.

Well what if.

Danny takes a summer job as the body/actor of the victim for those parties and actually is commented on being the best 'very lifelike dead body' actor and hey at least his 'medical condition' (halfa) is finally being useful for something (besides you know, fighting ghosts) he can even go hours without moving (or breathing) once he's dead so he doesn't ruin the immersion for party goers.

Anyways, what if he gets a job for a rich people's party, you know something novelty for the wealthy to have fun with, maybe it's the Wayne's hosting a party or maybe someone else and they invite the Wayne's. And the company he works for sends him to Gotham. He gets there, helps set up the clues and the other actors, etc etc.

Then the guests start showing up, Danny acts like the star of the show he is and then the lights cut out, he screams (very realistically), and 'dies' before the lights come back on. As some players come up to inspect his body however he doesn't notice how some take his pulse and actually fully think he's dead.

Point being, Danny is the 'dead' body for the murder mystery, goes to Gotham for a gig, 'dies' and the batfam think they have a legit murder happening.

[waiting-on-a-dream]

𝐌𝐢𝐥𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐦 𝐨𝐜𝐬 𝐢𝐧 𝐓𝐰𝐬𝐭 (𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐭𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧 𝐨𝐫 𝐅𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐨𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭)

Kiyoshi ♡

Other names:

Dolphin (Floyd)

Monsieur Chase (Rook)

Aura quartz (Slyvan)

Hierophant (Xenon)

Homeland: Rose Kingdom

Dorm: Heartslabyul

Family:

Unnamed father

Unnamed mother

Appearance

Eye colour: Cool black

Hair colour: Cool black with one cherry red streak

Race: Human

Uniform: He finds his tie quite stuffy, but wears his uniform prim and proper anyway. Riddle would have his head if he didn't. He wears his assigned black clover marking on his left cheek under his eye as he should, as well as black shoes and gloves.

School information

School year: Third

Class: 3A (Student no. 23)

Best subject: Defense Magic

Club: Football Club

Fun Facts

Dominant hand: Right

Likes: Exploring, playing football, mystery books and movies

Dislikes: Selfish people who break the peace, being limited, the heavy expectations on him

Favorite Food: Salmon roll

Least Favorite Food: Tomato

Hobby: Reading mystery books (whodunnit ones especially)

Talent: Saying the right thing

Unique Magic: Shuffle deck - He can gain visions of an object's history upon touching it. He can also choose how far back he would like to look into.

Trivia

I originally planned to put both him and Mayumi into RSA, but forgot about it when I made them on the SD picrew. I looked through my list of RSA dorm concepts when I remembered and decided that they fit better in NRC anyway. Yay!

He fits perfectly in Heartslabyul asjsjksjskjsk He'd get along so well with Cater and Trey, they can be tired third years together.

I wanted his twst version to have some colour in his hair for some reason, but I didn't like the red gradient option. So a red streak of hair it is! It makes him look all the more endearing. <3

Its cute to think about him being in the same class as Rook, Leona, and Zoya (who is a third year now according to my NRC and RSA ocs timeline). 3A is an athletic class that's for sure.

I think he ended up having the most vulnerable dislikes category out of all my twstified ocs. Poor guy.

He always seems to know exactly what to say when comforting someone or getting a professor to let him off the hook. Others would call him silver tongued, but his talents doesn't always work. Sometimes he stumbles over his words or can't think of anything to say even. But that's endearing too, so maybe his talent is something else entirely.

Heartslabyul's flamingoes seem to enjoy playing tag with him, hance Rook's special nickname for him.

Mayumi ♡

Other names:

Nurse shark (Floyd)

Mademoiselle Aloe (Rook)

Clear quartz (Slyvan)

Magician (Xenon)

Homeland: Rose Kingdom

Dorm: Pomefiore

Family:

Unnamed mother

Unnamed younger brother

Appearance

Eye colour: Taupe brown

Hair colour: Taupe brown

Race: Human

Uniform: All parts of her uniform are worn neatly in place, with white tights and black flats to complete the elegant look.

School information

School year: Third

Class: 3D (Student no. 19)

Best subject: Magical Potions

Club: Mountain Lovers Club

Fun Facts

Dominant hand: Right

Likes: Her potted plants, coffee, neutral colours

Dislikes: People who don't contribute to society, people who do nothing but cause others trouble, video games

Favorite Food: Chicken noodle soup

Least Favorite Food: Energy drinks

Hobby: Knitting

Talent: Taking care of people

Unique Magic: Pain for gain - She can transfer the wounds of other people onto her body and vice versa.

Trivia

She was giving me shark vibes so I looked up "types of sharks" and found out that nurse sharks are a thing. I couldn't resist.

Rook calls her Mademoiselle Aloe because she has an aloe vera plant that she loves deeply. Its very useful for making skincare gels and healing salves. Its name is "Carla", and she brags about it often. Her dorm members call her a plant mom for it.

She's one of her dorm's dolls to experiment on. <3 Basically, her dorm members like to do her makeup because her taupe brown eyes and hair work with any colours and they love her for it.

She joined the Mountain Lovers Club because she found hiking and foraging to be the most meaningful activities a club could offer her. The members are nice too.

She doesn't like video games because she thinks they're a waste of peoples' time. She doesn't get along well with Ignihyde students either, if you couldn't guess.

[babybluesquid]

Consequences of Karrnath Session 33

The Hydra and the Flame

Our Players this week:

Dagne, Redemption Paladin, party leader, an undead soldier created by the Odakyr Rites, but has a soul. They are a Seeker sworn to protect the living. Has a skeleton horse mount from Find Steed named Coffin. Can be abrasive and dishonest, but they are ultimately kind.

Vaeren, Gloomstalker Ranger, a blind former Deathguard. They were initially sent to investigate Dagne, but instead started dating them. They’re contemplative and disciplined, helping Dagne keep the party in line.

Evakhal, Zealot Barbarian, a mysterious half-orc Gaash’kala who joined the party due to his visions of the future where they stop a powerful servant of an Overlord. He’s generally optimistic and supportive of the party’s efforts.

River, Swashbuckler Rogue, a shifter Flamist hired by Vaeren to help the party find and rescue Dagne. She’s in it for the money.

As soon as possible, the party heads up to Sharn’s skydock and buys passage back to Korth. In a little over a day, they arrive. After some asking around The Wall, they approach an apartment, located in a large Low District building. Vaeren knocks. Andrev the Wolf answers the door, “oh, hello. Where’s Dagne? You’re always together so I’d assume they’re around.” Ev replies, “that would be the case but-” “Did something happen to Dagne?” Vaeren responds, “that’s exactly what happened. He’s been kidnapped.” Andrev takes a step back, “well, that’s why I stayed in the country. Do you know who did it?” “The Ministry of Dead.” His face brightens a bit, “well, since they’re in revolt it’ll be patriotic to fight them. I’ll get my armor and stuff, you can come in.”

The party walks into his main room while Andrev enters another door. Once he’s donned his armor, he returns to the party and asks, “how long are we going to be gone? Do any of you have money? I need to keep the rent on this place.” “I do but I don’t have the duration,” Vaeren answers. “Can I have like fifty galifars to put down on this place so the guys can’t kick me out?” “Sounds fair.” “Where should I meet you?” Vaeren turns, “River, you can see. Where should we meet?” River considers it for a moment, “we’ll meet at East Gate in the evening. I want some time to get my bearings.” “Well, that works for me,” Andrev confirms.

River heads out into the unfamiliar city, seeking information. She finds herself in a Cafe in High Court Ward, talking to one Velimir Bakal, a halfling arms dealer who owns a foundry in the city. She exchanges pleasantries for a bit before asking, “so, how goes the rebellion?” “Well, things are not going the best for the Ministry. Fewer warlords sided with them. But there are also rumors that the undead have taken of the Ministry of Dead and turned it into an army of death, but that’s absurd. Either way, it doesn’t look like they’ll succeed. They didn’t have adequate time to prepare before their plot was discovered.” River sips her coffee, “I see. So, which areas of the country are hot right now? I need to know which places to avoid, you see.” Her tone is mostly joking and he nods, “the Ministry of Dead is mostly operating out of Odakyr. The undead have pulled back from Atur. Now, the Crown has made deals with Cannith West and South, since it seems Cannith North was part of the conspiracy. Much of their property has been seized. Good for me, there’s great need for swords and spears.”

“So their leadership remained in Odakyr?” River muses, “how bold of them.” “Well, they easily gained control of Odakyr, Fort Bones, Fort Zombie, and Fort Deepdark all had significant undead garrisons. It’ll be a pain for the Crown to take those back since they’re so well fortified.” “Fascinating. It seems the profits in the upcoming months will be great for you.” “Indeed, we’re back up to wartime production,” he leans in to say in a low tone, “there are rumors of new warforged too. I always said that clause of the treaty wouldn’t survive another conflict. They’re too valuable.” She backs up a bit, “thank you for the good conversation, Mr. Velimir Bakal.” “Great thanks to you too, adventurer. Sovereigns be with you on your journey.” “And may the Flame light you path.” Velimir reaches out to shake River’s hand before she goes.

She returns to the party at the East Gate to give a summary of her findings, “I’m fairly confident that the Ministry of Dead took Dagne back to their main powerbase in Odakyr, but I have no idea which fort. Perhaps we could go to a diviner to narrow it down?” Andrev points out a spire on the horizon and explains that he knows a wizard from the war. The party sets off to see the wizard, but Andrev hangs back, apparently not willing to see them. Two warforged wearing a uniform of pants and a jacket emblazoned with a wolf’s eye stop the party at the front door, asking their business. Vaeren replies and the warforged warns them that Mistress Ozanka is busy with her research and does not like to be disturbed. Still, the party is led inside to a sitting room. On the wall hangs a massive glamourweave tapestry, depicting an aerial battle between Thrane and Aundair. River watches, it appears to be an aid raid on Thaliost, and sees Thrane repel the Aundarian forces.

After a short while, the warforged returns and the party is led into an office. Behind the desk, a dwarven woman wearing ostentatious blue wizard’s robes, patterned with the moons, stars, and Ring of Siberys slowly orbiting sits. A blindfold and pointed hat of the same cloth rest on her head. She carries of a carapace material, three eye stalks at the top of it watch the party. Despite her blindfold, everyone has the sense that she can see the party when she asks, “why are you here? I have a lot of work.” “I apologize for interrupting,” Vaeren answers, “but we need you to find a friend of ours.” “Who?” Mistress Ozanka asks impatiently. “Their name is Dagne. Las thing I know, they were kidnapped and taken to Odakyr somewhere.” She sighs, “can I get a physical description? Personal items? Lock of hair?” “They wear black full plate with skeletal designs and carry a poleaxe typically,” they pause before adding, “they themselves are also a skeleton.” She seems disinterested in that bit, “any remarkable details to only them?” “Their identification plate on their right, C4-P9-S3-Q2-OR6.”

“I can find them,” Ozanka says, “I will ask for payment. Not money, I have plenty of that from a royal grant. Have you ever killed a hydra?” “No?” Vaeren reponds. “Use fire. I need its blood for reasons that are hard to explain. I know where one is in the Night Wood, but it’s hard to find someone skilled enough to retrieve its blood. You seem competent. Do this and I’ll find your friend.” Ozanka retrieves a map and points out a marked location, “be careful, it is a northeastern verdant spitting hydra. If you can get any of the spat venom too, that’d be good, but the thing I need is blood.” “Noted. We’ll do it.” “Make sure you use a glass vessel for the blood. It’ll eat through waterskins.” Realizing that means it’ll also easily eat through flesh, Vaeren says, “great.” Taking her advice into account, Vaeren buys glass jars. River buys five vials of alchemist’s fire, and the party is ready to set out.

The trek takes the party deep into the Night Wood, where the trees are dense and dark. On approaching the indicated location, the trees are noticeably scarred, not by fire, but acid. There can be no mistake, this the the hydra’s domain. The party approaches a cave, then it emerges. The hydra has bright green scales, shining in the mottled sunlight streaming through the canopy. Its snakelike heads are hooded, and it opens its mouth in a hiss to reveal rows of serrated teeth. Fearlessly, Vaeren charges the hydra. They slash it twice, cutting through the softer scales on its underside of one neck, then bury their sword in. As they cut, acrid blood spurts as if it had been pressurized. Vaeren ducks behind their shield to avoid the acidic spray. The head they target goes limp, dead.

Rather than retaliate, the hydra charges right past Vaeren! It snaps its heads at River and Ev. She ducks and dodges, but Ev gets bit in the arm. River lunges forward and stabs a neck with her arming sword. It goes limp and she comes in again with a stab to its body with her swordbreaker. The hydra continues to bite at Ev, who kicks its chin aside and blocks with his hammer, but is still bitten. One head turns and spits a stream of yellow venom at Vaeren. It hits them directly, but has no effect as they’re already blind. Then, the hydra’s dead heads twitch. Suddenly, four new heads burst from the limp necks, snapping and snarling. Unbothered, Ev feels the calm direction of the Flame flow through him. Ferociously, he strikes the hydra twice with his warhammer, smashing one of the new heads open.

Vaeren runs back over to the hydra and drives their arming sword into one of its jaws, stabbing twice. That head dies as well. One head whips around and spits, grinding its teeth together and creating sparks. The venom lights on fire as it sprays over Vaeren and River! Ev narrowly avoids the stream! River goes in to cut the hydra, but the poison disorients her and it’s able to twist aside her clumsy swing. She comes in with a shortened stab, realizing that she’s in no position to fight up close while under the effects of the venom. Two heads lunge in and bite her, she tries to dodge but the teeth come in too quick and rake across her. The hydra targets Vaeren as well, whose half plate blocks most damage. It strikes at Ev, but he sidesteps and grabs it by the neck, tossing its head aside. Retaliating with a strike of his own, the hydra backs aside. Vaeren stabs it in a neck and kills that head.

River pulls out a vial of alchemist’s fire, takes aim through her swimming vision, and throws it. It flies true! The hydra is coated in the concoction and it burns. As the hydra screams in pain, River shifts. Her hair grows and a characteristic patch of black fur forms around her eyes, she seems to grow taller, or at least lankier, and her eyes become black beads. She then disengages and runs behind a tree, seeking cover away from the vengeful teeth of the hydra. Unable to target her, it snaps at Ev, chomping down and shooting burning venom into his blood. The dead heads don’t regenerate!

Emboldened by the hydra’s weakness, Ev comes in with a powerful strike, driving the back spike of his hammer into its chest. Not giving it a moment, he swings again, spiking through another head and killing it. The alchemist’s fire burns the wound, stopping the regeneration. Vaeren slices off another head and comes back in with a stab to its body. Eager to prevent its healing, River tosses another vial of alchemist’s fire, striking the monster again. The hydra, now down to five heads, snaps at Vaeren with its teeth viciously, tearing through flesh. Shocked, they pass out. Ev continues to assault the hydra, smashing a head in and stabbing it in the chest. The hydra’s blood sprays all over him, and he feels the poison beginning to take affect.

Vaeren makes a death save. They succeed.

River throws another vial at the hydra, satisfied to see its flesh burning hotly. The hydra focuses on Ev, its remaining four heads biting at Ev. He returns it with a strike, hitting it at the base of its necks. It’s a perfect strike, and all its spines break, killing it instantly.

In the aftermath of the fight, Syv heals Vaeren, and the party works together to gather the hydra’s blood in the jars. With the mission successful, they return to Korth, prize in tow, feeling rather foolish for not taking Mistress Ozanka’s advice in the first place. They return to the tower, where the dwarf wizard sits in her office, smiling, “oh good. You’re all alive. You have the blood?” “Yes.” She nods, unsurprised, “I did cast divination on your friend. It didn’t go through, the location is warded. I’m about to try sending.” The party is quiet while Ozanka focuses on her spellcasting. Suddenly, she tilts her head up and seems to be staring right at Vaeren, despite her blindfold, “your friend has responded. ‘This is Dagne. Tell Vaeren. In Ministry of Dead captivity. The undead have killed the living. They are trying to put the demon in control.’” As Ozanka speaks, everyone’s eyes go wide with alarm and confusion. “I’m going to track the location the magic bounced from,” Ozanka promises, “but it’s going to take a while. Thank you for the hydra’s blood.”

The party goes back to the waiting room while she performs her rituals. River sits down on a couch with a sigh, “that thing was much more powerful than a wyvern. That’ll be fifty galifars extra.” Vaeren shrugs as River continues, “I encountered wyverns as a young adventurer in Thrane, though it was less adventuring and more a militia sent to deal with the threat. Wild wyverns are dangerous and they can turn murderous, targeting travelers on purpose. Once, I snuck into the den of a rampaging wyvern, waited till it was asleep, and cut out its throat. Honor isn’t a consideration when dealing with monsters.” Ev opens his mouth to speak but River continues, “so, your friend is undead?” Vaeren is immediately guarded, “yeah. What of it?” “The Church stands against supernatural evil.” “Dagne has a soul,” Ev replies. “Pardon me?” “Dagne is a person. They have a soul,” he repeats. “It’s all fair to be against evils,” Vaeren explains, “but Dagne is far from evil.” “They are animated by the power of Mabar, correct?” River asks. Vaeren replies quietly, “yes, they are.” “I don’t know what relationship you have with a Mabaran undead, but I would be cautious. Evil is insidious. Do you wish to be betrayed?” “Dagne is not evil,” Ev repeats stubbornly. “I appreciate the advisory, but I’ve taken my steps carefully,” Vaeren adds. River sighs, “very well. We shall see.” Ozanka then summons the party to reveal that she’s successfully traced Dagne’s location: Fort Deepdark.

Dagne wakes up to find their armor, along with all the rest of their stuff, is gone. Their hands and feet are both bound with chain this time, and they’re sitting against the wall of another cell. There’s a cot and little else. They can’t hear a thing. Then, they receive a message in their mind, “Dagne tell location. This is a message from Masked Menaces, the response origin will be tracked. We are going to save you. Please confirm received.” Dagne responds, but there is no further communication. Frustrated, Dagne reaches within themselves and amplifies their voice, making it unnaturally loud, “hey pale men. Release me.” When there is no evident response, they repeat themselves, and a pale man enters the room, shutting the door behind it. It stares at Dagne, unimpressed.

“We’re not going to do that, you know,” it says. “You know,” Dagne replies, “you keep telling me that my escape is futile, but your war? It’s a joke.” “Our war is not on Karrnath,” the pale man breathes. “Oh really, demon, then what’s it on?” “Life. Every death is our victory. We know we’ll be sent back in time, but it will be costly in your methods of doing so.” “Then why don’t you return now and walk during the coterminous periods? I’m sure those corpses are limiting to you.” “Coterminity happens in forty years. By then, this civil war will be over. Besides, do you know how few cross over?” “So the Ministry summoned more of you than could come to Eberron usually?” “That is correct.” Dagne scoffs, “turning on them was short sighted. Now you’ll never be able to come back this way.” The pale man is unbothered by Dagne’s prodding, “the discovery of our independence was sure to happen sooner or later. Either way this is a unique event, occurring once.”

Finally, Dagne asks, “what do you want with me?” The pale man responds simply, “I want you out of control.” “That’s not going to happen.” “Are you sure about that?” It responds, its deathly voice hissing on the air. “Yes,” Dagne replies firmly, betraying no doubt or fear.

The party rejoins with Andrev the Wolf and sets out for Fort Deepdark, taking the lightning rail to the nearby community Iron Town. As the party disboards, they see burning fires in the distance, a military camp. Ev approaches Vaeren, “what is the demon?” “Which demon?” “The one in the message.” “In Dagne message,” Vaeren pauses, “I’m not sure. Dagne hasn’t mentioned any demons directly, though they had mentioned feeling another presence. Perhaps that is the demon they are referring to.” Ev’s voice fill with dread, “is the demon Dagne?” “Ah, no. Dagne is not a demon. It’s like two beings in one center. Dagne is their own soul. They are the head in control. But I think there is something else with them. It just doesn’t have that control over them like other undead.” “The demon is in Dagne?!” Ev asks, even more alarmed. “I’m not entirely sure. I’ll have to ask about it when we get them back. The warning he sent through though, they’re trying to put the demon in control. If we don’t get there soon enough…”

“How do we help Dagne?” Ev presses. “We get there quickly,” Vaeren responds. “What if we can’t help Dagne?” “We can,” they insist. “How?” “I don’t know,” Vaeren starts to cry, “but I will. I won’t give up.”

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Highlights:

If only we listened to Mistress Ozanka and used fire from the beginning. Sheesh.

I love River’s speech about how she killed a wyvern in its sleep and then immediately brings up Dagne. Not subtle at all. Sure hope she doesn’t do anything rash.

Ev’s stubborn stance on Dagne being good was amazing, and him being worried about Dagne and the demon was chef kiss. What a good man. A himbo, even.

Vaeren this session went off as the party leader. They’re super competent and they really handled River and Ev’s concerns well.

Dagne’s discussion with the pale man hit different. I’m nervous about how this will play out.

Session 34.

[jawritter]

My Brother’s Keeper

Chapter 2

Summary: Y/N, Sam’s roommate, so far have a pretty good thing going. Both work and function around one another well. What happens when his big brother comes down for the holidays with his mysterious past, mixed with Sam’s own mysterious previous life? Can Y/N and the grumpy older brother find a way to get along? Or will it be a not so happy holidays at the Winchester house?

Pairing: Dean Winchester x Plus Sized!Reader x Sam

Word Count: 2682

Prompt: Reunion

Written for: @spnchristmasbingo​

Rating: Mature (because of future chapters, this story is 18 + only, and not fit for minor consumption.)

Warnings: Angst, self-hating reader. Brief mentions of past bullying. 

A/N: This is the first Christmas fic I have written in a long time! You guys will get this one real time, and I hope to finish it before New Years! Fingers crossed! Anyways, This fic is unbeta’d, so all mistakes are my won! Feedback is golden! My work is 18+ only! No minors! Thanks so much for reading!

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Y/N leaned heavily against the entryway that separated the mostly open floor plan of the kitchen and dining room with a heavy sigh. Off somewhere in the background, the TV played in the corner now instead of Pandora, having received an update on her phone about a possible upcoming snow storm she thought it best to see what the actual news might have to say. With their house guest with them, they might need some extra supplies to see them through the holidays, especially if Dean ends up having to stay longer because of the weather. Still, she wasn’t even really paying attention to it right now. All she could think about was the metal note that she made to herself to assign, Sam as well as herself, daily chores so that it didn’t get that bad again. 

She was exhausted, but she did have to admit that she felt accomplished. If a stranger looked around at this place, they might think that Sam and Y/N might actually have their life together, instead of the custerfuck of work and barely meeting at the dinner table most days. Which, she guessed, was the point of spending the whole day cleaning for some guy that all she could do was pray that he wouldn’t be a giant dick bag and was at least as descent of a guy as Sam had portrayed him to be. From the one picture she’d seen of him, he looked like every big bag of dicks that she went to high school with that did nothing but gain gratification of some sort by making her life a living hell. 

Shaking herself, she pushed herself off of the wall, and made her way over to the TV to turn it off, her anxiety was really too high to deal with any sound, and besides, Dean would probably be there any moment. It was too late to go and fix herself up, so she settled on making her way into the kitchen to go and fix herself, and Dean some coffee if he wanted it. It was fucking cold out, and honestly, if he didn’t drink Coffee for some reason, she had no problem finishing the pot for herself. 

She was trying her best to trust Sam, and not judge Dean before the man even pulled up in the driveway, because as Sam’s friend, she felt that she at least owed Dean the benefit of the doubt. If Dean had practically raised Sam, and Sam had turned out to be as nice of a guy as he was, that surely had to count for something, and besides, never judge a book by its cover. At least, that’s what she kept retorting to herself as she bustled around the kitchen making coffee. 

She hated this side of herself. This anxious, self-conscious, insecure mess that she was. It wasn’t as if it were bad enough, she didn’t really have all that much going for her in the looks department, but years of bullying through high school and collage had left their mark into adulthood, and even though she was damn near 32 years old now, and all those guys that harassed her shouldn’t have held any importance to her life now she still carried the baggage. It had affected her so much that she’d only had one real boyfriend, and it turned out that he was just using her to get a position at the company she’d been a secretary for at the time. She had thought at the time, he was the one, so needless to say, she hadn’t exactly had all that great of a track record with men… well ever. 

She had just pressed brew on the coffee machine, when a loud knock sounded at the front door, jolting her back from her traumatic past to an equally unsettling reality. Dean was here. 

“You’re an adult for fucks sakes Y/N get it together, he’s not here to spend time with you, he doesn’t care that you’re here, he’s just here to see Sam, that’s all,” she whispered to herself as she forced her sock clad feet to shuffle along the freshly mopped hardwood floor towards the front door, and the impressive shadow of the man that stood through the window. 

This must have been what Scrooge felt like every time it was time for a new ghost to come calling. 

Another loud knock sounded at the door, and she took a deep breath before reaching out and opening it to reveal the greenest eyes she’d ever seen, sat in a stern, but somehow boyishly freckle dusted face and military cut. He was even more handsome than she’d seen in the pictures, with the years of lines around his eyes that barely peeked back at her, but she assumed if he were to smile, or even laugh, it would make them even more defined, and himself somehow even more beautiful. 

Sam didn't mention the fact that his brother was some walking version of a Greek God!

“Hey, uhm… I don’t know if I have the right house,” Dean said, clearing his throat and fuck if his deep voice didn’t make fucking chill bumps rise up on her arms that she quickly crossed. “I’m Dean Winchester, I’m looking for my brother Sam Winchester’s house?” 

She didn't miss the way his eyes traveled over her body as he spoke, and she automatically took a self-conscious step back. 

"You, uhm, you got the right house," Y/N stuttered. "I'm Y/N, Sam's roommate, he told me you were coming."

She took a step back so that Dean could come inside, but he froze at the door with an old, green duffle bag over his shoulder, and a somewhat cautious look on his face. 

"Listen, I hope it's okay, but I brought my dog with me. I don't like leaving him behind when I travel," Dean confessed before looking over his shoulder to whistled for a medium sized, shaggily adorable dog to come trotting dutifully to his incredibly attractive owner's side. 

"Oh," Y/N blinked in surprise. "I'm sure Sam doesn't mind. Come on in, it's freezing out there."

This time, Dean stepped inside, sidestepping Y/N in the threshold of the door with a glance as he looked cautiously around the freshly cleaned house, while Y/N closed the door tightly behind him. 

"So, uhm… Do I just take the couch or…?" Dean questioned as Y/N turned around to face her, his four-legged friend already trotting off in the kitchen to lay under the kitchen table. 

"No," Y/N quickly corrected. "Sam has the guest room just down the hallway there across from my room all set up for you," she blurted out quickly, then regretted the overshare immediately. Like Dean really gave two fucks that the guest room was across from her room.

"Uhh, cool," he said, giving another clear of his throat. She wondered if she was irritating him, and that's why he kept doing that. God he was so hard to read! 

"Miracle, come on boy," he called over his shoulder with a whistle and a quick pat of his leg. 

His companion wasted no time in scurrying to his feet and following his owner to the guest room Y/N had indicated, but Y/N really saw none of that, because she was too stuck on the broadness of the man. He was tall, admittedly not as tall as Sam, maybe he would be had he not been adorably bow legged, but honestly, it was the shoulder to waist ratio that had her dumb founded on the spot as they disappeared, and the guest room door closed behind him, shaking her from the drooling mess that this man suddenly made her become. 

“Fuck Y/N! Get it together!” Y/N angrily whispered to herself. Her own behavior towards this man made her cheeks flush red with embarrassment. She honestly never acted this way towards any man in her life! The behavior was completely out of character for her. It wasn’t something she did, ogle after attractive men. Honestly, she usually hid from them, not wanting to fall victim to what would surely be hateful remarks, and disgusted stares. 

“But in all fairness, you’ve never encountered Adonis walking in the flesh before either have you?” The not so subtle little voice whispered inside her head where her continuous once was, and honestly, she made a reminder to mentally kick herself later as the aroma of warm coffee filtered into the living room where she was still standing, making her feet travel towards the inviting odor, which she guessed was better than standing in the middle of the floor like an idiot. 

She couldn’t help the inescapable feeling that this Christmas for her might be the worst one yet. 

She was so steeped in her own self-loathing, that she did not hear her abnormally attractive house guest wonder into the kitchen where she was as she made her cup of coffee, until the deep clearing of his voice made her jump as she turned around to be astounded once more as if it were the first time by the same astonishing green eyes. 

“Do you mind if I—” he stated unsure, gesturing at the coffee maker behind her right shoulder, and Y/N quickly scurried out of his way. 

“Oh, sure, of course, make yourself at home,” she blubbered out maybe a little too quickly, but he was nice enough to not call her out on her awkwardness, and she appreciated the effort.  It’s not like he had to be nice to her. She was just the roommate after all. 

She moved herself over to the small kitchen table that they had in the corner of the old kitchen setting, and settled herself down with her cup of coffee, because to be honest, he made her feel a little weak in the knees, and that scared the hell out of her. 

Dean made quick work of pouring himself a large, black cup of coffee, and came to sit down across from her at the table, which nearly made her fall out of her seat at the sheer shock that he was sitting anywhere near her at all. 

“So,” he stated as he took a long swig of the hot liquid from his glass as if they had been old buddies for years that needed to catch up, and not complete strangers that they were. “How did you meet Sammy, he’s pretty tight lipped when it comes to shit. He doesn’t tell me anything anymore. I didn’t even know you existed until a week ago.”

Y/N blushed deeply, forcing herself to look away from Dean, even though she really didn’t want to. Honestly, she could stare for hours at the man and never get bored. 

“We uhm… We met through work actually. I was a secretary at the firm he’d just started to work at a few years back,” she admitted, and she felt the air in the room shift dramatically, making her eyes drift back up to Dean’s stare, which had suddenly turned hard. Cold even. 

“You mean the two of you have been together for years, and he hadn’t even bothered to mention anything at all about it to me,” he questioned, and the thick rumble of his voice made her shrink down a little in her chair, but the surprise that he thought that that Sam and herself where ‘together’, was something she hadn’t expected, nor did she understand. 

“What? No, We’re not, ya know, ‘together’ like that,” she corrected quickly. “We’re just friends. Sam did know a lot of people when he moved down here, and we worked a lot together while he was at the firm I was working at. I didn’t move in here until Covid layoff took a toll on the office I was still at about six months ago, and Sam let me move in here when I lost my apartment, other than that, we’re just friends.”

Dean slouched a little in his seat, almost like a kicked dog or someone that had overstepped and was regretting it. 

“I’m sorry,” he said after a moment. “I assumed you were— Look, Sam and I have had our share of communication troubles in the past, and when he called me to see if I wanted to come down for Christmas this year, I assumed he’d at least be here, and I thought this was his coward ass way of trying to tell me he had a girlfriend or something, because when Sam gets a girlfriend, well, let’s just say I don’t hear from him after that.” 

She made a mental note to kick Sam’s ass when he got home. She knew that Dean was telling the truth, and honestly, she’d experienced Sam’s lack of communication herself, as well as lived through a few girlfriends, she knew what it felt like to be ignored, but never on the level Dean seemed to have experienced. 

“Wait,” she said after a moment’s thought, “I thought that he said YOU were the one that wanted to come down and see him because of your roommate and a girl or something like that?” she questioned, and Dean snorted in disgust as took a drink from his mug in front of him. 

“That what he told you?” he questioned, shaking his head. “Well sweetheart, I don’t have a roommate, and he is the one who called me and apparently couldn’t even have the decency to take time off work to be here when I got here.”

“I’m sorry, I told him the same thing, you know, that you are coming to see him, not sit here with me,” she stood a little too harshly maybe, and but she was irritated, not with Dean, but Sam. 

“I’m sorry,” Dean apologized again, and she hated that she made him feel that he had to keep apologizing to her. None of this was his fault, it was Sam’s. “I shouldn’t have dumped all that on you. My issues with my little brother shouldn’t be something you’ve been dragged into. Besides, I don’t mind spending time with you, honestly, I would have just been alone for Christmas anyway, besides Miracle that is.”

Three things stung her in that sentence. First, she was better than being alone with a dog, noted. Second, Sam is gonna have some serious ass kissing to do, because she had a feeling that this man that had put so much of his life into raising him had spent way too much time alone. Third, the look on his handsome face didn’t belong there. It just didn’t. He was too handsome to look that alone, that down, she knew that feeling well. But people like him, they were never alone. Pretty people always had people around them. Didn’t they? 

Miracle trotted into the kitchen to sit dutifully by his master’s side, and she smiled as she looked down at the light sandy colored, adorable creature. 

“Is he a service dog?” she questioned, attempting to lighten the mood. Dean smiled down at his friend, reaching to scratch him behind his floppy ear. 

“No, but I honestly never thought about it. He’d make a good one.”

Just then, the front door opened and closed loudly, announcing the younger Winchester’s return. 

“Well sweetheart, are you ready for the Winchester’s happy family Christmas reunion?” Dean announced sarcastically. 

Y/N snorted into her cup. Honestly, she was liking Dean a little too much for her liking, and she was pretty mad at Sam, so whatever he said to Sam, she was probably gonna side with him. Roommate be damned. 

“It’s feeling like a warm family sitcom already,” she jests, and Dean tossed his head back to laugh a full body laugh that she so desperately wanted to see more of. God he was gorgeous when he laughed. 

“Some twisted version of Christmas with the Fockers maybe,” he agreed, as he stood to go face his baby brother for the first time in what was probably years…

Chapter 3 HERE!!!

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