#need to visit places where they give you something for wearing a costume

[riguri]

wooooo almost Halloween (i dress the same way as i always do but instead of barking at me people think it's my costume now)

[suksatoru]

"Boo!"

Sukuna doesn't flinch at Yuuji's adorable attempt at a scare, merely tilting his head with a small scowl as he wags a finger at his little brother

"What's this, brat?" He huffs, tugging on the white fabric covering Yuuji's body as the little boy lets out a whine of defeat

"It's my costume!" He protests, and you can only watch them with a smile as Sukuna huffs, tucking a single arm under Yuuji and easily picking the boy up

"Well I think you look very scary, Yuuji." You smile, and the little boy's entire face lights up at your words

"Scary? If anything, it looks like you're wearing a big ol' diaper. Makes you look even more like a baby." Sukuna cackles at Yuuji as the poor little boy's lip trembles. You know the waterworks are about to come - so you quickly snatch Yuuji away from him

You stick your tongue out at Sukuna, and Yuuji lets out a hearty giggle while your boyfriend rolls his eyes with a grunt

Eventually the three of you are all walking out of the apartment ready to go trick or treating. Halloween was Yuuji's favorite holiday, and you were determined to make this night a good memory for him.

Sukuna wasn't exactly on his best behavior, looming behind little Yuuji with a scowl that scared most people at their doors into surrendering a good bit of their candy to the pink haired baby boy. Sukuna also demanded Yuuji to thank every house they visited, and he happily complied - having a blast running through the neighborhood like a headless chicken.

"We need to get him on a fucking leash." Your boyfriend growls, following Yuuji as he skipped down the sidewalk - belting out some song and oblivious as to how fast his little feet were running. The only way you and Sukuna were even able to see where the little boy stood was thanks to the glow-stick necklace around his neck.

"Be nice." You reprimand, gently tugging on the cape of his vampire costume with a grin. Of course, you and Yuuji begged on your knees for him to wear something scary for Halloween, and he was forced to give in. You were glad - the blood trickling down his chin with his deep red cape flowing behind him made him look even more devilishly handsome than usual.

"Kuna! I got a full size bar!" Yuuji smiles, stopping in his tracks as he waves around the bar with a smile wide enough to light the dark night known as Halloween.

"That's nice, brat." Sukuna sighs, eyes crinkling in annoyance as he squints in the dark - of course the big baby already wants to go back home.

It took Yuuji another hour until he was satisfied. He peered up at his older brother and you, who had slung the obnoxiously large bag of candy over his shoulder as you licked a small lollipop

"I'm tired." Yuuji whines, dragging his feet to a stop as he lets out a long yawn. He holds his hands up for someone to pick him up, and you scoop up the little boy in your arms since Sukuna's were full.

"My poor baby. You did so much work this Halloween, going door to door like that. I'm so proud of you." You giggle while placing a soft kiss onto his chubby cheek, and Yuuji lets out a content sigh as he snuggles into your chest

Sukuna's eye twitches, his arm straining as he slowly shifts the sack of candy from one shoulder to the other

"What about my kiss? I deserve one more than him." He deadpans, his eyes unimpressed as his narrowed gaze flitters between you and Yuuji

"Mmm nope! You can have some at home though. He's been awfully moody tonight, huh Yuuji?"

The little boy squeals as you spin him around, laughter bubbling all the way from his tummy as you grab Sukuna's hand with a smile and begin the walk home.

Yuuji seemed to pass out after eating a good portion of his candy, and now you sit on the couch of your apartment as you watch Sukuna sort the candy - peanut and coffee and butter and toffee - all sorts of flavors in colorful swirly packaging were laid out in front of him.

You nudge Sukuna with your foot from where you laid on the couch

"Gimme a Hershey!"

He unwraps in silently, glaring at you and he taps your lips - signaling for you to open up. He glides a sensual finger over your parted lips - before shoving the chocolate so fast into your mouth that you almost choke

"Sukuna!"

He smiles, lifting himself off the floor and deciding to suffocate you on the couch instead

"What if I choked and died? What then, asshole?" You cry, trying to pry him off of you as he drops his head on top of yours

"Give me my kisses or I'll go wake up the brat."

You're peppering his face with angry kisses soon enough, and his laughter ends up waking Yuuji anyways.

[shoukokus]

Beautiful day/night (or afternoon) may I request how the overblot characters in twisted wonderland would react to s/o culture clothing? (For example: spanish people have those beautiful colorful traditional spanish dress)

I tried not to make it too specific, so as to not exclude anyone!

Riddle Rosehearts

He firsts sees your cultural clothing while attending a ball in his hometown

It was just for a couple of days, and everyone in Heartslyabul was invited, Deuce, Trey, and Cater were there too. Ace didn't want to go to a stupid event

It took you all day to get ready, and Riddle was beyond curious why you were being so secretive

But when you finally came down the stairs, your stunning garb on display, Riddle knew it was worth the wait

When you explain the significance of your outfit, he's very touched

You waited all this time to wear something so important to you, for an event important to Riddle? Someone hold him, he's about to start crying in the ballroom

Leona Kingscholar

When his family invited him home for a long weekend, the only thing that would make it tolerable would be your presence

He said something about some fancy dinner party really offhandedly, and you came up with an idea to make even THAT fun for Leona Kingscholar

Outside of your room in his palace, he waits for you, tugging at the tie you gave him for some reason

When you come out, ready for the dinner, it all clicks into place. His tie matches your outfit and its colors. But more than that? You look incredible

He smirks as he twirls you around a little, eyeing all the details and any skin that's showing....

You tell him that you wanted to make a good impression, to be proud of your history and culture like his family is... Well, let's just say he's thinking about how to mix those two cultures

Azul Ashengrotto

Azul had potential investors coming to visit, and he was unbelievably nervous the night before

He was pacing, and triple checking all his accounts and even the freshly pressed suit laid out

He reminded you multiple times to have your own outfit ready, and you would assure him every time, don't worry... you got this

When Floyd and Jade escort you into his office a few hours before the event, he looks up and nearly breaks his pen in half

You look incredible! He stands and sputters as he compliments you. How did he get so lucky?! Where were you hiding this? It looks amazing on you and perfectly goes with your features

When you tell him the significance, he starts tearing up. He hugs you, whispering how much he appreciates you and the mindfulness you always give him

Jamil Viper

You and Jamil are having a cozy night in when the topic of cultures came up

With your full attention, Jamil tells you about the Scalding Sands and the society he grew up in

When the topic of clothes come up, you get excited, an opportunity presenting itself

You tell him to wait for just a little bit as you run to your room. He waits curiously until you finally come back

Your attire has been changed and Jamil is stunned. You look amazing!

He watches you with loving, soft eyes as you explain all the details of the outfit and what they mean

Vil Schoenheit

It was the first major event that Vil had invited you too, and the desperation to make it a good experience was palpable

A simple luncheon was surely like the jungle in Vil's world... but he was insistent that you could wear something simple yet elegant

With your cultural clothing, you decided to take the chance

Of course you would need Vil's approval so you invited him over the day before

When he enters your room and sees you inspecting yourself in the mirror, he's immediately entranced. What wonderful colors on you, how it works with your figure and features...

Telling him that it's from your culture, he's not surprised. Of course it would look perfect on you! With a kiss on the head, it is officially Vil approved

Idia Shroud

Idia finally wants to take your relationship to the next level... By showing off his costume collection!!

He has outfits from all sorts of different shows, movies, and games. It may seem silly, but they're very important to him

So the next day, you decide to reciprocate in a similar way

You invite him over for the usual game and snack night, but when he opens the door, he's greeted by you in a new, brilliant outfit

He thinks it's amazing, but is unclear on what it means. When you explain that you wanted to show him care in your own way, his hair turns a light pink

You.. showed him your important clothes in response to his important clothes? Yeah, he wants to spend the rest of his life with you

Malleus Draconia

Malleus had just bought you a ton of new clothes. It's not unusual for him to go buying up things for you when the impulse strikes

This time he had been thinking about how wonderful you'd look in some traditional Briar Valley clothing, and then... nine outfits happened

When it all arrives, an impromptu fashion starts as you try everything on to test sizes and styles

He's helping you sort through everything and hang things up when he spots an outfit he's never seen before

You tell him that it's the only change of clothes you came to Twisted Wonderland with, that it was important to your culture and meant a lot, but just hadn't the time or reason to wear it

Immediately demands to see it, and you agree. When you come out looking like the sun itself, he pulls you close and promises to keep your heritage alive and well

Requests are open!

[pineconepie]

What do you think about platonic yandere mermaid with a willing reader?

TW: Attempted kidnapping, parental yandere, infantilization, depressed reader (nothing too sad),

...

Life has never been easy for you. It's dead end job after the next, stress toppled upon stress, and no time to do what you love. At least, when you still had the energy.

As the years have dragged on, that fire inside of you seemed to dim. Hobbies that once filled you with passion became a chore.

The only thing that brightens your day are walks to the beach, like today.

You sit at the dock and take off your shoes. No one ever really visits this place. Even if people did come by, it's too cold for most people to enjoy. Not you though. You wiggle your toes in the icy ocean water as it laps over your feet.

Something gently brushes your leg, making you jolt.

You relax when you realize it was probably a large wave or a piece of seaweed. The calm quickly dissipates when it happens again, this time more insistent. You look around for whatever was touching you, but can't find anything.

Recently, your visits to the beach have been different, more strange. Sometimes you'd feel like you were being watched, and when you came to the beach to talk to yourself and lament your own sadness, you'd find a pile of seashells or a dead fish next to you, that certainly wasn't there before.

Though it unnerves you, no one else has shown up to claim the dock as theirs, and it's a routine you don't want to break just yet.

"I think I'm finally losing it," you laugh to yourself, rubbing a hand over your face.

"No, I do not think so."

You almost jump up in surprise, looking behind you to see who said that. When you turn back to the ocean, you're faced with a... man?

He has long, slightly messy off-white hair and vibrant blue eyes.

His ears are longer, too, pointing into triangles at their tips. He stares at you curiously, eyes wide with interest.

"Oh my God!" You put a hand over your heart. "Jeez, you scared me! How long have you been watching me?"

The man shrugs. "Long enough." His voice is gravelly and deep, as if it hasn't been used often. "I did not mean to startle you." He blinks slowly at you.

"Yeah, well..." you mutter, turning your head away from him. Now you feel embarrassed with the knowledge that someone heard you talking to yourself. "What are you even doing here? Where did you come from?"

"The sea."

"Yeah...okay," you deadpan. If you're crazy, at least this guy beats you in that department. "Well, since you've apparently seen me here many times, you know my life story. Who are you?"

The man thinks for a moment before speaking. "Indigo. And you're (Y/n), yes?" he smiles widely when your mouth drops open. "I told you I've watched you a lot. Besides, you speak so often to yourself. About how much you despise your job and other such things. A child shouldn't need to go through all of that stress."

A what? You gape at him. This is so strange. Everything about him feels strange.

He sinks down below the water only to resurface moments later with a handful of shells and assorted beach items. One hand holds them all out to you.

"Would you like these?"

Maybe you are the crazy one, because you hesitantly reach out to take them. They're beautiful, like all the other shells you'd find next to you. You blink. "Were you the one giving me shells and... fish?" Indigo nods. "Why?"

He smiles. "I don't like seeing you sad, which seems to be often. I wanted to cheer you up. And the fish is to make sure you don't go hungry, but you never take it." He pouts and rests his arms on the wood beside you. "I hope you aren't neglecting yourself. Younglings like yourself should not be doing so. It makes me sad."

You must admit, he's very sweet. For a moment, you're about to thank him, when you see something sparkling under the water.

"Are you wearing a mermaid tail...?"

Indigo meets to where you're gazing at, chuckling. "It isn't a costume, little one."

You huff in offense and cross your arms, but lean over the edge of the dock to get a better look at his tail anyway. He gently splashes you with it, making you jolt back in shock.

"W-what?" It takes you a moment to comprehend it, and when you do, you gasp, pulling him closer by the shoulders to look closer at it. It sparkles with iridescence, looking beautiful in the raising moonlight. You're breathless. "This is—wow! Am I hallucinating right now?"

His hands land atop yours on his shoulders, a big grin spread across his face.

His skin feels slick and moist, probably because he spends most of his time underwater. "No, sweetheart," he says fondly. "I am as real as you are. I hope I'm not scaring you even more. Humans are easily startled things, I've noticed."

"Oh, no, not at all," you laugh. Your mind spins with excitement, not fear. "I mean, I've always known there had to be things existing besides humans, but to see it myself is... wow." You realize you're still holding onto his shoulders and let go. "Sorry about that, um..."

"It's okay, sweetheart," Indigo giggles. His fingers wrap around yours loosely. He hums, running his thumb across the palm of your hand. "Your hands are smaller than mine. Soft too. I've heard your rants; to me, it sounds like human life isn't quite meant for you." He looks up at you.

"Probably," you shrug. "If I could've, I would have stayed a kid forever." As soon as the words leave your mouth, you feel embarrassed for saying them in front of him.

He smiles though, not a single sign of judgment in his gaze. "Then why don't you?"

"I can't, really. That's not how it works," you try to explain. Indigo doesn't look any less confused. "When you're an adult, you have to grow up mentally too, or else people think you're weird. Even if it's something small, like sleeping with plushies or watching cartoons." You pause to glance at him. "You know what those things are, right?"

Indigo nods. "I can get the idea, I think." Then he frowns. "But that sounds dreadful. Merfolk get to choose when to mature and leave the nest whenever they want without judgment."

"That does sound nice." You can imagine it; the freedom to just exist the way you please.

It almost reminds you of some fictional world out of a fairy tale.

Something from a movie.

He pauses, then pulls himself upwards to sit by your side, much to your shock. The air feels cold against you, until his arm drapes over your body. Despite being wet, he's warm. You find yourself leaning into his hold.

"How long has it been since someone held you?"

The question catches you off guard. How long had it been? You lean further into him. "I can't even remember." Indigo holds you tighter. He smells salty, like the sea itself. It makes you want to fall asleep. When was the last time you got a good night's rest? You close your eyes.

His chest rumbles when he speaks. "Merfolk have strong familial instincts. I have read books on humans stating they also have the same instincts, but it doesn't appear so for you. If it were true, your parents would still be taking care of you," he coos. A hand strokes your cheek. "You must be feeling so neglected. Unloved, unwanted."

"I've learned to accept it, at least," you say sadly.

"Don't!" he exclaims loudly, and you jump. Immediately he sighs and holds you closer. "Don't say that, little one. No one should be without the affection and attention they deserve, especially children like you. I cannot bear seeing you cry like that anymore." His voice lowers to a whisper. "Please let me help you."

Something wet lands on your forehead and slides down your face, making you wipe it away in confusion.

Indigo leans away from you with an apologetic smile on his face. You stare up at his tear-stained face in shock.

"A-are you okay?" you ask with worry lacing your tone. You reach up to touch the side of his face, wiping the tears away with your thumb. Indigo only seems to sob harder at that.

"No matter what I gave you, it never made you smile. For days I watched you crying about how you hated your life, all alone. I just wish I could—" he chokes on his words and stops, wrapping his arms around you. It hurts, almost suffocating you because of how strong he's holding you. "Whenever you cried, I cried with you. It always broke my heart to see you so sad." He buries his head into your hair and sniffles.

You have no clue what to say, so you just rub circles into his back. This poor man just wants to see you happy, but none of the items he'd bring you worked, no matter how beautiful or shiny they looked.

"If I had known I wasn't just going crazy, I would've appreciated them," you try to comfort him.

"Then why didn't you eat any of the fish I gave you?" He looks at you with his sapphire blue eyes, sad.

You nervously smile. "Well, uh... humans usually need cooked food or else we could get sick." You watch in shock as another bout of sadness overcomes him again and he hugs you back to his chest.

"I did not know that!" he cries. "Oh Gods, I could've gotten my own child sick..."

You're about to say that you're not actually his kid when you decide against it.

He obviously thinks very strongly that you're still young, and you're sure he knows that you're an adult. Something tells you that it'll only hurt his feelings if you argue about it, so you stay silent, letting him have his moment.

After awhile he calms down, loosening his grip but not letting go. "Please... live with me," Indigo says. "I live in an underwater cave far below here, where I can keep you safe and hidden from everyone else. Let me protect you from all of it. I'll cook your meat and warm your bed and love you more than your parents ever did. Please let me take care of you."

You sigh. "I can't do that." As much as you want to. "I have a life here, and I barely know you."

"But you are miserable."

"I think living in a cave with nothing to do sounds pretty miserable too, all things considered."

He looks distraught for a second, but then calms himself. "Okay."

"Well, I'll still visit," you offer. He says nothing. "Well... uh, I gotta go..."

Just as you stand, he tries to pull you back into the water. Inhaling sharply, you clutch onto the wooden beams of the dock. You manage to kick him off and scurry out of reach.

Your blood runs cold when he glares at you, demeanor changing as he cries and yells for you to stop and come back. The expression feels scary, not right, like it goes against the laws of the universe to see on him.

You feel a mixture of terror, guilt, and heartbreak as you rush off the dock and don't look back at Indigo. At least he can't chase after you.

...

A few weeks pass by, and life only gets more stressful, even worse than before.

You keep thinking about Indigo and his offer. What would happen if you just said yes? What could possibly await you if you took his hand and followed him into the ocean? What if you just abandoned your old life altogether and accepted the new one he spoke of?

An escape.

The thought lingers in your head long after it had came.

Your life is already horrible enough as it is; bills and taxes to pay, friends turning their backs on you and talking badly behind it, a boss who does everything to make your life hell for no reason...

Is there any reason to say no?

Before you know it, you're standing back on that same old beach with a suitcase. You hope most of the things inside it won't be ruined by the water.

It's night time, and you wonder if Indigo will even be around, let alone willing to speak to you after rejecting his offer and running off.

You stand by the edge of the dock and call his name.

No answer.

You sigh and sit down, burying your head in your hands. It takes you a few minutes to notice the sound of the water sloshing quietly. It gets louder as you lift your head.

"(Y/n)!" He lunges for you, pulling you into his trembling arms. The hug is so tight you feel you might choke. "(Y/n)... (Y/n)...!" His tail swishes around in happiness. He pulls back to repeatedly kiss your forehead. "Please don't ever do that to me again!"

He's acting like he presumed you were dead, and you wouldn't be shocked if that was a genuine worry of his. You pull away slightly. "I-I... wanted to talk about... you know, your offer..." Indigo looks at you with wide, hopeful eyes. You breathe in slowly before continuing. "If it still stands... I wanted to tell you I—"

"Yes!" Indigo grabs your arms. "Yes! A thousand times yes! Oh, Papa will make you so happy and loved, sweetheart! Don't you worry; no more bad guys or work. Nothing bad will ever touch you again, not my baby." He squeezes you tight and nuzzles his cheek to yours.

Despite everything, despite the suddenness of it all, something about this feels so right. You feel safe in his embrace. Even better, you're happy. Genuinely happy, like you haven't felt in years. Indigo looks at you with the widest grin you've ever seen when you hug him back.

"Papa?" you mumble, not thinking much of it before saying so.

Indigo blinks in surprise, then beams. He picks up your chin and kisses your cheek.

"You'll always be safe here with Papa. Safe from all the big, scary monsters," he smiles widely.

"I brought a suitcase," you tell him, gesturing to all your items. "Uh, blankets, changes of clothes, essentials, some plushies..." At 'plushies,' Indigo practically shimmers with happiness.

"Aww, you have toys," he croons, looking like he could burst from excitement. "Oh, you're going to love it down here, sweetheart. Just wait until you see our home. Hold your breath now, and hold onto Papa." He lifts you up in one swift motion with just one arm. Its clear merfolk are naturally stronger, as he holds onto your suitcase with the other. "Ready?"

You nod and suck in a breath, closing your eyes shut when he dives underwater. Instead of coldness like you expected, Indigo's body warmth protects you from the chill.

It isn't long before you open your eyes and take in the sight around you, in awe. There's schools of fish swimming along coral reefs of vibrant colors, and the moonlight hits the water surface, illuminating the dark depths around you two.

He swims into a cave, and lifts you out of the water.

When you wipe the water out of your eyes, the first thing you notice is how cozy it looks for a cave.

There's no electric appliances anywhere, so torches are lit on a rock for light. Everything is handmade looking. There's seashells everywhere, decorating walls, chairs, and shelves of old, worn books.

At the corner is a nest-like pile of what appears to be seaweed, woven together as bedding.

It looks lived in and sweet, something out of a children's book. When you glance back at Indigo, he has the widest smile plastered across his face. There's hope and excitement twinkling in his eyes.

"What do you think?"

"It's cute."

His chest puffs out in pride. "Thank you." He walks towards the makeshift bed. "This is where we sleep, of course. The nest is a lot softer than it looks." He gently tosses the suitcase down. He notices your confused frown. "Ah, merfolk's families tend to share one giant nest with their offspring for years. It's good for their protection."

"Won't you, like, suffocate, if you sleep out of water?"

He laughs. "No, of course not. My gills work both ways, so whether I'm above or below water, I'm fine. Oh, and I have learnt how to cook food as well. Thermal vents aren't very convenient for cooking meat, but I figured it out." He notices you're shivering and gasps, rushing to your side. "Are you cold, sweetheart?"

"I mean, yeah, kind of..." You look up at the cave roof. Water drips through the cracks. "It's pretty chilly down here."

"I apologize. I should've thought of that sooner. Merfolk don't exactly require large amounts of heat, so I forgot. Papa's going to get you out of those wet clothing, is that okay?"

You nod, lifting your arms up and allowing him.

He makes quick work of it, humming under his breath and wrapping a large fur blanket around you securely. "We can wait for your other clothing to dry properly, but until then, this will have to do."

When he cradles you back to his chest, you feel like a newborn - swaddled in his arms and pressed against his bare skin. He carries you somewhere deeper into the cave, into an area that you hadn't noticed before.

In the middle is a crack in the ground under the water, where steam emits, as if its connected to the thermal vents Indigo mentioned. He sits you down gently on a nearby rock and grabs a nearby raw fish, stabbing it with a stick.

He swims back to the bottom, and though you can hardly see anything through the water, you can assume he's cooking it with the vent.

In less than ten minutes he resurfaces with cooked fish. You're impressed.

"It smells great," you comment. "You are aware you could also probably just use the torch, right?"

"Oh, I know," Indigo replies nonchalantly. "It'd just take longer than this method, which can cook meat fairly quickly. Besides, fire is quite dangerous." He sets the fish down on a plate made of something similar to clay and places it in front of you.

He watches you closely, smiling expectantly at you.

"You didn't give me silverware," you mutter.

He chuckles. "You'll eat with your hands now, little one. I heard humans eat with weird metal objects, which seems quite frivolous to me. We are all animals, after all, even if humans aren't connected to nature the same way others are." He reaches forward with his sharp claws and caringly slices your fish into tiny pieces. He moves a chunk closer to your face. "Here, Papa will feed you."

And you let him, opening your mouth and swallowing down the surprisingly delicious fish. Indigo seems pleased. It continues on like that until your tummy feels full. He claps.

"My baby ate all of their dinner. Good job." He kisses your forehead. "Now, I think today has been tiring for you, so let's get ready for bedtime, hm?"

Your eyelids droop slightly as you realize how tired you really are. He smiles softly, understanding as he lifts you up in his arms yet again.

You lay your head against his collarbone, wrapped up in the soft warmth of the fur. He takes you back to the nest, laying you down gently atop the smooth, soft surface, then crawling in himself.

He settles with his tail coiled around both of you and presses your ear against his chest. With the rise and fall of his breath and the steady beat of his heart, you quickly begin to fall asleep.

"G'night, Papa," you whisper. For some reason, calling him that feels right.

Indigo chuckles, voice breaking. "Goodnight, my little one. Papa loves you so very much. He'll never let go of you."

You're too sleepy to even register he's crying while holding you fiercely. You just bury your face deeper into his arms and drift off.

[strungnews]

Being in a polycule with Mark Grayson and Eve Wilkins is weird.

The two never really thought about it, hell, never really thought about anyone else romantically besides each other. They are quite literally, a power couple! But at the same time how could they fall in love with someone who they all got bad first impressions from?

(Fair warning I started rambling about this on the 22nd and ive been distracted with other content so it might be inaccurate and not up to date with the new upcoming eps! Sorry! 4k+ words oof)

When did you first meet?

Mark Grayson: First spotted at the convention, where you served as a temporary helping hand to one of your close friends who ran a free fix it portable station that helped aid costume malfunctions for cosplayers. You were a jack of all trades and a master of none. An average grade student, who participated as little and as much activities as one felt like, nothing really piquing your interest at any capacity to fully commit to it. Badminton, swim team, volleyball, chess, journalism, art, sewing. The talents and passion you had for it all were mediocre at best, but useful when the situation called for it.

Need an extra player in your team? You won't willingly volunteer, but if there was no other choice, so be it. Someone needing help on their swim technique? You've gotten more ear infections than you could count all because of swimming, several visits to the doctor and ear drops used. But an advice or two wouldn't hurt.

It just so happened you held a bit of liking to sewing, and with reluctance agreed to your friend's pleas of help for the upcoming convention day. You weren't really looking forward to helping around people who forgot to wear deodorant or were in desperate need of a shower, but he said you were splitting the tips by the end of the day. Money is money.

Mark would someyimes notice you here and there, carrying a huge clunky bag while assisting to anyone you could offer a hand to, but other than that, he said and did nothing else. He was more worried about the line for the Seance dog signing and Amber to properly pay attention. But couldn’t help gravitate towards you for some reason.

Though he does give credit where credit was due, between you and your close friend, you were a lot faster with the needle than he was. And you were only doing this for a day! But he didn't know that. Mark wouldn't lie, but he did find himself leaning over and away to look closer at your handy work whenever someone would happily walk away, almost catching his eye whenever you felt like you were being stared at more intensely than the individual you were fixing up.

His first ever person to person interaction was tainted by Mark getting distracted at the crowd of people dressed up as Invincible, before almost falling over himself and you. The supply of items you had just packed up all nice and neat now lay scattered all over the floor, going back to square one.

"Oh! Im so so sorry let me just-" "Thank you, but don't." You swat away his helping hand and turn your back to him. There he stands awkwardly, watching you silently pick up the pieces, his hand rubbing at his neck in guilt. The way you glared and spoke to him might as well had burned holes into his head till he had nothing resting atop his shoulders but charred remains.

You just ended up shoving everything back into place out of pure irritation before storming off, not sparing Mark a glance, not wanting to bother acknowledging him and getting angry for no reason.

He never noticed that you went to the same school as him before that whole interaction. All of a sudden it was like you were spawning everywhere he went, and you were non the wiser about it.

Whenever he'd walk with William and Amber, you'd be somewhere secluded with something to occupy yourself or just talking to that one guy you seemed close with. Even at the cafeteria, where you would be surrounded by people he had never seen you around with. Mostly tolerating their presence by the looks of it, only there because you were friends with one of them. Then you'd also started to hang out with Eve, which made him even more curious about you. Was Eve close with you? What was your relationship with her? Maybe he was getting a bit too nosy. Eve Wilkins: It was a lot harder to grab Eve's attention, even unintentionally. She's a busy gal, always handling this world crisis here and another there, she mostly has to focus time for herself and heroing than the people around her when she's just being Eve the student.

College wasn't all that hard for her, she was great at science and other subjects alike, a top student, Eve is.

But you weren't. In fact you were almost failing her favorite subjects. Numbers shmumbers, you hated it. And unfortunately for her, you were dumped on top of her already full plate unceremoniously when she had been pulled aside by one of the professors.

She didn't want to take it, but she didn't want a fellow student to fail a class she thought was so easy. So she hesitantly agreed, biting more than she could chew.

The event for the both of you was stressful to say the least. She was frustratingly ambiguous about her time and schedule, which clashed with your want to be punctuational, keeping interactions simply transactional. This was both stressful and moreso awkward for the two of you to go through. Eve wished you were a fast learner, but you were failing classes that involved numbers for a reason. Ouch.

Several pensive and forced smiles in the discomfort of your dorm room, each time you were told to start over or why you got this and that as an answer and formula was helping a migrane slowly develop the more time passes. She was trying her best, she really was. And you were too, you both can see the strained effort you two had put in. But by god the process was going by slow.

More breaks would occur than actual learning, before you caved and gave in first.

"I'm never getting this, am I?" Falling back to your mattress with a stiff bounce, you close your eyes and put an arm over them. Hand clenched, nails digging into the palm of your hand.

"Well, you're making progress. As slow as it is at least." You can appreciate how she still has the courtesy to be nice and sugarcoat it, but that was just making you all the more resentful of the situation.

"I just- I dont get it! How do you get this from that?" Quickly sitting up to point accusingly at the paper that lies on your soft cushions, its crumpled and dented with the amount of times you had to erase with shavings of it not too far beside.

"It's hypothetical, thats why we have assigned formulas." Eve pinches the bridge of her nose. She's exhausted and just wishes she could crash at her bed. But even the trip to the treehouse seemed tiresome to do, now contemplating if it was the best course of action to live there.

"Yes, I know! But-ugh." It feels useless, putting your hands up in defeat. "At least with science you can tell what you actually need to use. Math is all 'use your common sense', well i'm trying." Muttered through gritted teeth, you close the abused books and notebooks scattered on the bed.

It was a unified agreement to take a break and go out for a little while and get grub, blowing steam off in the process.

This goes on for two weeks, and gradually progress begins to show. You're making more sense of the subject and are putting pieces together easily than before, which used to be nothing. It was going at a snails pace, but progress is progress!

A small surprise quiz had popped up, and you answered the questions with a keen eye. Double checking, using the memorization methods Eve basically drilled into your head, a wavering air of confidence around you as you wrote.

The time for grading happened all too soon, exchanging papers to whomever was closest to you, checking one another's work before passing it back and receiving your own. Here came and greeted an unbelievably high score plastered in red ink on your paper, reading a 16/20.

You almost cried in joy with how surreal it was. It may just be a simple quiz to the others, but this was practically a milestone to you. The news was given to her, and you both felt lighter knowing you finally had it handled. As a cause for celebration, you decided to lounge in your bed and just have a time for yourself, no longer plagued with the tutors. Coming in the whole situation with Eve filled with dread, and coming out with a feeling of self reassurance.

Your time spent with Eve decreased the more time went on, which you were a bit sad about. Having considered her as a friend, but knew it was inevitable. School work is still work.

On occasion she and you would just text, maybe ask for help whether it be math or personal things, or just to reply to a stupid cat video one of you sent.

Eve did begin to notice you became a lot more confident in answering and volunteering in class, and she felt proud for you.

Meet up!

Burgermart seemed to be more sensational than before, ever since Mark decided to quit.

The place isn't as packed as other foodchain restaurants would usually be, but it seems a lot more crowded than what Mark was used to.

It was his to go to place even though he’ll be met with a few familiar faces working behind the counter, but nothing too bad.

He waits in line, orders his usual, and walks to his unofficial spot that Mark likes to sit at. Only to already be occupied with a friendly face he has met, and another not so much.

Based on the confusion on yours it’s safe to say you probably don’t remember him. Probably. Hopefully.

“Mark! Fancy seeing you here,” The two exchange hugs while you awkwardly watch, biting on your greasy burger unashamedly.

You and Eve move to the corner of each of your booths, and decidedly Mark sits next to you instead. A flash of hurt goes over her face, but disappears as soon as it came.

They’d chatter and munch on the fries left over from the burger platter of Eve’s plate, only humming noncommittally whenever you’d be dragged into the conversation, but said nothing else. Not wanting to butt in their conversation, so mulled over on why this guy’s face felt so familiar to you. But nothing pops up.

Everyone finishes up and after a few minutes all of you are standing to leave. Cleaning just a little but after yourselves to not seem rude when the workers clean up.

“I never really got your name.” Mark suddenly shifts his attention to you as the three of you walk out to the parking lot. Its already afternoon, making the weather warm a little.

“I never really gave it.” You reply back. In your head, you justify your response by chalking it up to not really knowing the guy. Sure he’s Mark, Eve’s supposed friend. But what else? What happened to stranger danger?

Eve doesn’t seem to pick up on that, and or doesn’t share the same sentiment, enthusiastically coming in to respond for you. “Remember when I said I was busy tutoring someone? Yeah? Well they’re said someone.”

“You talked about me?”

“Well, just the good bits . . . !”

Shame, embarrassment, you wish the world could swallow you up right then and there.

But you steel yourself, making sure to not make eye contact helping avoid digging your already deep grave. “Better be, or ill tell him the time you tore a hole through the papers when-“

“Okay! Okay! I get it! I promise, it wasn’t anything bad!” Her flustered state makes you laugh, slowly warming up to the both of them.

“I heard you got a high score that one time, man I wish I did too. I kind of flunked the quiz.”

“Maybe you should ask them to tutor you. They’re kind of a math whiz now dontcha think?”

The wink wink nudge nudge could not have been any more subtle.

“Shut up.”

What happens next?

So many new things in your life changed and occurred, both terrifying and exciting.

One of them was being introduced to the friend group that seemed to be ever expanding the more times you hang out with them. William was a hoot, he felt like the most normal person you could relate to. Amber was ambitious, a kind person who already had her shit figured out. And Mark? Well, hes a dweeb and a mess.

Even though you’ve been adopted into the new stray friend, you always gravitated to Eve more. She was the first person you really bothered to hold more than one sentence with. Albeit a bit forced.

Then the whole human robots occurred, you wish you could say you were there to be of help or even lend a hand, but you were dead asleep for the most part. Too busy holed up in your dorm room with work to fully enjoy the almost-adult, adult life.

Then Mark reveals his super hero persona to you, and so does Eve.

“How many know?”

“Oh, hun.” Eve puts a hand on your shoulder.

“You’re like, the last person to know. Everyone in the group practically already know.”

“What.”

You feel bitter but view them no more or less. Only asking to be taken flying at least once by one of them in exchange.

“THIS IS AWESOME!”

“Calm down I might drop you!” Eve is not surprised nor all that glad you asked her first, but feels a bit cocky about it. Another tally on whose the best super between her and Mark. Not that anyone’s counting.

★彡

It seems the two can’t catch a break. Mark especially.

Everyone’s there for Mark after the whole incident, and to further supporting his now semi-fixed relationship with Amber.

You can sense something about Eve though, but don’t pry. The way she looks at the two or how she tries to just hang out with you more to ‘get her mind off of things’ at her tree house, it was quite the tell.

“You know you can tell me anything that’s bothering you, and I wouldn’t judge you. Right?”

Eve hands a glass of soda, bubbling from the carbon dioxide. She sighs and says nothing, only opting to lean and look at the view overlooking the place.

“I know.”

Despite not being a super or wicked smart, you’re not stupid. You are Eve’s only confidant, even if you don’t get it, you sympathize with her.

Its one thing after the other with Mark and Eve. Mark comes back home with a purple baby, Eve focuses more on her studies to be an architect, things get messed up, and the secrecy continues.

Mark doesn’t get too deep into it, only ever talking to Eve about topics as heavy as that. So many . . . Events has conspired. You’re helpless to do anything to help soothe the bleeding wound. Eve says Mark just needs time, but you both know it’s not true. So, being the ever so genius you are, you offer a sleep over.

It’s a much appreciated and comforting sentiment for the whole family, they’re not sure if they want to be alone after what had conspired. But they also say nothing, keeping their mouths zipped tight.

A movie starts to play, a few hours had already passed ever since you and Eve rang the doorbell. Everyone’s huddled up at the couch, with Oliver sat in Marks lap, now crawling to Eve before reaching you at the end of the couch.

“Looks like he likes you.” Mark sounds so tired when he speaks, it’s a lot more quiet than when he usually talks, but Eve only nods in agreement.

“Yeah, babies like me for some reason. Even if I’m not a fan. But I guess since it’s Oliver..” He pulls and tugs at your clothes in curiosity, before harshly sitting himself on your stomach to face the tv. You let out an ‘oof’, which Mark and Eve laugh.

The tv plays, but its practically static to Mark’s ears, as he speaks again.

“I broke up with Amber.”

★彡

Having to be the middle of the two sided coin, you were forced to listen to the two’s complaints about one another’s crush. You wish you could just pull your hair out to get some semblance of relief with how its eating at you alive. At least William knocked some further sense into him when Mark confided in them after asking you first.

Eve? Well, she was busy. Like always.

But it was Mark this, architect that, Mark and Oliver, all that fun jazz. You couldn’t visit as often as Eve could, so she’d like to give updates.

Sometimes you feel like they’re so close to getting there, so close, until you get caught between the two again at the treehouse, seeking some you and her time till Mark showed up.

Something something future Eve, something something oh my fucking god Mark you’re screwing this up!

They both leave due to an emergency, leaving you there isolated at the treehouse.

“Great, guess ill just jump down and walk my way to the campus then!” You shout to nobody in particular.

Its about time!

Finally, the two got together.

No party no celebration, nothing big or grand. Just a small text of congratdolences, because she had to deal with Mark foreverrrr. Until an inevitable break up. Which will never happen.

Their relationship started off a bit fast, a bit rocky, but still stable. Still being at college and not possessing super human abilities, you would often video call and or gossip to them when they had the time. Catching up a lot more on things everyone would miss out since it felt like everyone lived in on different worlds.

You’d make William join in too, considering besides Eve, you were really close. But oh goodness, oh my word, he got caught up talking to his dearly beloved Rick and therefore forgot to reply!

Okay that may be a little exaggerated, but what can you do? Separated by the three people you were super close with in the span of half a year, you were getting clingy.

“Ugh, Will come on. This is the third time we’re hosting a small food get together without you, you can even bring Rick!” You’d complain while lying on your stomach in front of your laptop. Toiling away at your textbooks.

“How’s it feel to third wheel with the super couple? And plus, its finally a friday! I haven’t gotten a break in what feels like ages. Me and Rick are planning on staying in and having a movie night and falling asleep on the couch.”

“Barf. Rick this, Rick that, blah blah blah. You were so interesting when you were single!”

“Well sorry you’re the only one who’s single in the friend group.”

“Hey!”

Maybe you were a third wheel. Constantly hanging around Eve and Mark whenever they’d offer or whenever you had free time, you felt embarrassed. Especially now that you’re helping them look for an apartment —or house even— that they could possibly afford.

Being an expert in assessing many things in your life, of course your help was well needed.

“What about this one?”

“Looks… well..” Mark squints at the photo, giving it a slight once over before pursing his lips. Arms brushing up against yours as he crosses his arms and legs in faux thought.

“I know, it’s tacky, right? But I didn’t know if that was your guys’ style.” You click away to another tab, showing the place and its living conditions, plus the added bonuses it has around the areas. Nearby markets, easy access to vehicles if wanted, and a bit isolated so they went get caught super-ing.

“You saying we’re tacky?”

Ignoring Mark’s comment to your right, you shift your attention to Eve. “How about this one?”

“It’s a bit too good to be true, hows the rent?” Eve sets down on Mark’s bed with a slight bounce, leaning over to your left to sandwich you with Mark.

“Yeah about that.” You suck in hair between your teeth and move the screen as an answer, and she merely scrunches her nose.

“Man. Adulting is hard.” Mark leans his head with a thud on his headboard, before it slowly slides to the side, hovering just slightly on your shoulder.

“Tell me about it. I had to pick between saving up for the ride home or saving the cash for food.” You reply absent mindedly, tapping away at the screen with an occasional click of the laptop’s track pad.

“Imagine if you guys had another human being to deal with while you’re still trying to get your shit together? Yikes.” Shaking your head at the thought of it, makes your bones heavy with fatigue.

But Mark and Eve look over to one another with a shared look of confusion. Another person? As in . . . You’re not implying that are you?

They take you back to your campus but not before saying bye to Oliver. Even though he was just a year old, he already grew as big as a toddler. Wanting to hang out with you despite barely talking or even knowing him. It was like a baby duckling imprinting.

But Mark and Eve can’t help but think about what you said on their way home. Another person? It seems like a bit much. No?

They were already quite content on having each other, they didn’t know if the other was comfortable about the prospect of it all. But wasn’t opposite to it either.

So for now, they’d decided to tip toe around it instead.

A puzzling piece

Ever since that visit, the two have been a lot more touchy feely with you.

You dont mind honestly, chalking it up to them being a lot more friendly towards you and nothing else. Nothing more.

William and Rick start to notice too, after finally having everyone’s schedules align once in a blue moon and going out to just have some fun. They’d practically crowd you like body guards, and William and Rick would just watch, snickering to one another.

At times you do get suspicious. Eve holding your arm as you walked was nothing new, but when Mark started to initiate more physical contact with you, you’d spiral.

Of course Mark was hot, hell, Eve was too! Those were simply just facts, your best friends were attractive as hell. Who doesn’t admit that to themselves from time to time? But theyre off limits. They have each other, and you’re just you! No offense.

You couldn’t help raise a questioning brow when Mark and Eve started sitting away from each other in exchange of you being in the middle of them. Bumping shoulders, arms brushing up, hands on your back, or hair tucked behind your ear. It felt overwhelming.

So you confide in William and Rick on their behavior, receiving cryptic responses rather than actual answers instead.

“Are Eve and Mark being weird?” You’d ask, passing over your bag of chips to Rick while sucking on your straw.

“I think they’re being very obvious.” William answers dismissively waving his hand.

“Obvious? About what?”

“Oh you know, right Rick?” And he just shrugs with an awkward smile in response.

“Well has Mark said anything? Eve’s just been . . . Normal, I guess? But feels like they’re keeping something from me too.”

“Yeah, sure. Ill tell you if Mark says anything. Wink wink.” William says out loud rather than literally.

“Okay?”

Seeing as they were no help, you finally grew some and talked to Eve about it privately. No Mark, no Atom Eve or Invincible, just you and her in the a lot sturdier and built treehouse of hers.

“Is everything okay?”

“Yes! Well, no.”

You spill your guts out to her, not looking in her general direction the whole time so you can actually let out the words you want to say rather than awkwardly fumbling and mumbling to yourself.

It seems Eve feels the same way, opting to look out rather than meet your own gaze. Picking at her nails at the same time.

“Do you remember when you were helping us look for apartments to live in? Before we ditched that plan and decided not to?”

“Yes . . ?”

“Then you mentioned something about another person being in our lives?”

“Another person? Since when?”

“Since when you showed us that great place! But was too out of our budget.”

“Yeah, and?”

“Well we thought. . . You were . . .”

It takes a few moments for you to make sense of it all, till Eve reaches to hold out your hand and it clicks.

“I meant having a kid! You know, white picket fence and all that!” Your face is practically hot enough to cook an egg on with her admittance.

She clears things up before Mark pops up all of a sudden. Not taking the hint of yours and Eve’s current state and inviting himself in.

“Where were you? I texted you that an hour ago and I still had no response. I got worried.”

“Crap, I think I forgot to hit send.”

Mark gets caught up in the current news, and feels like he’s made a fool of himself. Him and Eve are silently but not very subtly having a conversation about you in loud hushed whispers. Their backs turned to you and they’re holding each other’s hand in reassurance.

“Im not—Im not opposed to it though.” You say quietly, a bit hesitant to break up their conversation.

“Really?” They say in unison, perking up like excited puppies.

“I mean! If you guys’ll have me, that is.”

“We’ve been flirting with you for the past couple of months, I think we’re more than happy to.”

“You’ve been flirting?!”

“Yes, for months.”

Maybe in the near future the three of you could live in that house you found, just the three of you.

a/n: ahh i kinda hate and love this but im done so whatever just take it from me TAKE IT

btw id love to hear your thoughts and questions about this or just invincible in general teehee! planning on writing more ;P

[vanteguccir]

chris w a marvel nerd gf

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Where you're Chris's girlfriend and obsessed with Marvel <3

──　Chris first noticed your Marvel obsession when you casually dropped a deep-cut reference during a conversation. You were talking about something unrelated in a friend's hangout, and suddenly, you quoted Tony Stark with a mischievous smile. Chris’s quickly recognized it from one of those Marvel edits that show up on his TikTok from time to time. From that moment, he knew you were special.

──　Chris loves planning dates around your Marvel obsession. He surprises you with movie marathons at home, where he’s bought your favorite snacks and even ordered limited-edition Marvel-themed blankets and pillows to make it feel like a cozy theater experience. Sometimes, he’ll even dress up in a Marvel-themed t-shirt - that you made him buy - just to see your face light up when you notice.

──　Knowing how much you love the MCU, Chris often surprises you with rare or vintage Marvel comics. He’ll visit specialty comic book stores or browse online for hours to find issues that feature your favorite characters. He loves watching your reaction as you open the gift, your eyes sparkling with excitement as you carefully flip through the pages.

──　You’re constantly discussing Marvel theories with Chris, sometimes late into the night. Whether it’s speculating on future MCU plot twists or debating the morality of certain characters, Chris loves listening to your passionate insights. Even if he doesn’t always have the same level of knowledge, he’s deeply engaged and loves hearing your perspective. He often jokes about how you should have your own Marvel theory YouTube channel.

──　When a new Marvel movie is about to be released, Chris makes it an event. He’ll buy tickets for the earliest showing possible and might even suggest wearing matching Marvel-themed outfits. On the day of the release, he’ll clear his schedule and refuse to film any new video, knowing how much it means to you to be among the first to experience the film. Your excitement is contagious, and he finds himself getting just as pumped up as you.

──　Your place is filled with Marvel collectibles; action figures, posters, Funko Pops, and more. Chris always finds a way to add to your collection, whether it’s a rare figure he stumbled upon or a custom-made piece featuring your favorite characters. Sometimes, he even helps you rearrange your display shelves to make room for new additions, joking about how you might need an extra room soon. When it comes to the limit of not having any more free space on your house, he brings the new ones he bought to his own house and puts it on his room.

──　If you’re into cosplay, Chris is your biggest fan and supporter. He’ll help you gather materials, give you feedback on your designs, and even assist with makeup and costume details. When you’re at a convention, he’s right by your side, taking pictures of you in character and proudly posting them on social media with captions like, "Look at my superhero!". He’s also the type to hype you up in front of others, making sure everyone knows how much effort and passion you put into your cosplay.

──　Watching Marvel movies together is a regular activity in your relationship. Even if you’ve both seen them countless times, it never gets old. Chris loves seeing how you react to your favorite scenes, and he always smiles when you recite lines word for word. He’s learned which moments in the movies are your favorites, and sometimes he’ll nudge you playfully just before they happen, sharing a knowing look.

──　When you’re out shopping together and you spot Marvel merch, Chris encourages you to indulge. Whether it’s a new t-shirt, a limited-edition figure, or even Marvel-themed kitchenware, he’s always happy to see you so excited. He’ll often sneak items into the cart when you’re not looking, only to surprise you when you get home.

──　Because of his fame and how media knows Chris has an obsessed Marvel girlfriend, he often receives invites for you both to attend Marvel movie premieres together. In there, Chris loves watching you take it all in; the energy of the crowd, the excitement in the air, and your wide-eyed awe at seeing your favorite characters on the big screen. He’s always by your side, holding your hand, and whispering little comments in your ear during the movie, making the experience even more special.

──　Whenever there’s Marvel news - whether it’s a new movie announcement, a casting update, or a trailer drop - Chris is the first to send it your way. He loves seeing your reaction, especially when you get excited about something new. Sometimes, he’ll wait until you’re together to show you, just so he can see your face light up in person.

��─　Chris fully supports your Marvel obsession and never makes you feel like it’s silly or too much. He loves that you’re so passionate about something and appreciates how it brings out your playful and enthusiastic side. Sometimes, when you’re having a tough day, he’ll put on your favorite Marvel movie or bring you a new comic to cheer you up, knowing it’s an instant mood booster.

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A/N: I totally mirrored myself on this one, I've been a Marvel obsessed girl since I was born, and Marvel is definitely part of my everyday life 😭🥺🩷

[clanwarrior-tumbly]

Ello! Can I request Fnaf movie Mike meeting like a Homeless kid who lives in the pizzeria who gives him tips and tricks to survive headcanons? Basically to confuse the robots they like wear the head of a offbrand/prototype Crow animatronic? They just chill and goof around but remain out of sight from the famous man behind the slaughter and his daughter? :3

Ever since you've made Freddy Fazbear's Pizza into your "home", you quickly learned the ins and outs of the establishment.

You knew what times the animatronics automatically started their shows, where all the security camera blindspots were, how to make a pizza quick and easy, etc.

Above all else, however, you knew how to avoid those robots so they didn't try to make you like them.

Normally, they'd be protective over children--they weren't hostile because you were a homeless kid breaking in and living there.

It's the missing kids themselves.

They've visited your dreams, and every time it ends the same way: with Cassidy asking if you wanted to "join" them and getting frustrated when you refused.

You learned what happened to them and communicated via drawings for a while...until you accidentally broke something, which made them assume you were deliberately trying to destroy the place.

So you've been playing a sort of cat-and-mouse game since, often pranking them and thwarting their attempts to capture you, but never meaning anything ill by it.

If anything, they seem to like these little games, too.

After reading some old employee handbooks, you discovered that the animatronics have a programming glitch that makes them confuse humans for endoskeletons without suits on--and they'd use lethal ways to "fix" them.

Conveniently, you've found a costume head of a crow (likely from a partner of Freddy's or some ripoff brand) backstage, and after successfully tricking Foxy with it...you realized how helpful this could be to the security guards who've applied here and "vanished".

Fastforward to when you meet Mike, fully aware he's the next guard to possibly die (the last one got himself killed before you could even properly warn him in advance--not that he would have believed you anyways).

He's understandably concerned bc you're just a kid who's all alone here with no family, and given his trauma....he suddenly feels like he needs to protect you.

Instead, though, it's the opposite.

"Slide that toolbox in front of the floor vent."

He eyes you strangely, wondering why a kid was bossing him around. "...why?"

"Trust me."

The second Mike does that, he jumps as something starts growling and slamming against the vent's grates, clearly trying to get out and failing as it retreats soon after.

"What the hell was that??"

"Probably just rats." You innocently shrug. "Or Mr. Cupcake who seems especially hungry tonight."

"I'm sorry....the cupcake moves?"

You realize he's absolutely clueless, so you tell him about the animatronics and their routines, showing him the crow costume head.

He's impressed that you know so much about this place (like you were an employee), but he doesn't believe they're capable of doing any harm until later on.

When he brings Abby, you easily see through the facade they're all putting on for her, but you play along with their antics while building the pillow fort (although you avoid talking or looking at Vanessa, never trusting her nor the yellow rabbit your "friends" spoke of).

During the final night where you both rescue her from Chica, you urge Mike to use the crow mask to trick Bonnie and Freddy.

He was certain it'll never work.

They couldn't be that dumb....surely they'll know it's him trying to sneak backstage..

Plus the mask was stuffy and heavy, and he just think it's easier to taze them.

But at your insistence, he tries it on and is shocked when they stare at him for a moment, before continuing their scheduled "show", completely unaware of his ruse.

It does make him wonder how you figured that out all on your own..

[ad-hawkeye]

a big list of my favorite little alkaid moments

[modern] being found absolutely conked out in the snow on the mountain. that's one way to have a meet cute i guess.

[modern] alkaid's "morning call service" where he calls mc each morning pretending to be a hotel help desk staff member reminding her to wake up... only to keep it short sometimes because he can't bring himself to wake her up

[modern] whatever sort of Beep inside joke they have going on where they pretend to make a reservation or selection for each other

[modern] alkaid requesting to do the ET finger touch thing when talking about aliens with mc

[modern] mc claiming that she's the dangerous one of the two when it comes to her and alkaid.

[modern] beanie and sparkles having cat play dates. alkaid also using "sparkles would like to see beanie" as an excuse to see mc.

[modern] the only time this alkaid had a murderous look in his eyes was when someone tried to hurt sparkles.

[modern] "hey don't feel down! as long as you try your best, you can definitely become a horrible person!" "......! well if you really think so, then i'll give it a try."

[modern] alkaid being a natural flirt to the point where he doesn't even realize he's doing it sometimes, but being unable to take what he dishes by getting blushy or bashful when mc flirts with him instead.

[modern, halloween] alkaid absolutely struggling to put on the angel wings for his costume and needing mc to help him get the second wing on.

[modern, halloween] mc lamenting that she can't resist eating some of the candy she makes and alkaid being like. oh no. no, that's not falling to temptation, that's just taste testing. and it is Totally your duty.

[modern, halloween] alkaid apologizing for being too forward even though all he did was say he liked mc's bouquet for him the most. someone lock this man up, we are NOT safe with him on the streets.

[modern, princess day] alkaid being "deathly terrified of screwing up" bartending for princess day for mc so he practices.. for hours…. and hours…

[modern, love day] if mc chooses to look at the scenic photos alkaid took at the carnival, alkaid will jokingly claim the ones of him and her are now his and yoink them away from her

[modern, love day] alkaid saying mc can act like a cat when she visits his place, only for her to meow at him and step on his foot

[godheim] alkaid asking for a hug before he overexerts his magic and then goofily proclaiming that he's "so scandalous!" before giving mc another side hug.

[godheim] mc and alkaid's banter where alkaid initially says "good girl" to her for keeping her eyes closed during his magical overexertion, only for mc to say "you're being such a good boy" to his frozen body in the carriage, where his eyelids just barely twitch in vague annoyance.

[godheim] speaking of being frozen. he heard and saw everything mc did while he was in that state. so that was definitely him responding to her. he also remembered her kissing him. he refuses to answer mc when she asks if he was conscious.

[godheim] zack calling alkaid out on wearing his old mage outfit simply bc mc likes it. alkaid just smiles and is like hey. quiet. you might wake her up and she'll hear. that's not how you treat the guy who saved your life 🥺🥺

[godheim] alkaid's support for ayn and mc during ayn's route and helping the two of them escape.

[godheim] during the hunting event, alkaid has to be forced into participating by lars' orders. even then he still doesn't participate and proceeds to buy all of the meat at the market place with the money he and mc made off of his magic tricks. he claims this is definitely not cheating. mc agrees.

[eden] there's not a ton for eden since that world's alkaid is the equivalent of a sopping wet pitiful cat, but there's something endearing about alkaid learning all of his social graces and dating etiquette from old books. the prefect had to sit and watch all of this like some sort of long suffering older brother forced to play dolls or whatever

[eden] alkaid panicking and running off when mc asked him to find the missing boy who called for help.

[eden] out of all of the things he could have chosen to wear, alkaid picks out this like. coquette?? pretty boy tuxedo? WITH a cunty little earring? good for him... good for him!

[eden] he also makes a bunch of little model dioramas with houses, gardens and people in them. if he ever went to the modern world he would LOVE michael's.

[eden] in his epilogue, alkaid remade his little lantern with him and mc in it because she was the only one who could stir any kind of feeling in him after losing his emotions. he gets very embarrassed if she finds this out.

[luverofralts]

Arkhelios Adventures

"You're leaving? Where are they sending you?"

Theo ran up to meet his friend, Brion, who was nervously packing up what little he had brought with him. The Pleasantview coven was generous, but they couldn't house several refugees, including a pregnant werewolf. Theo understood the logistics of the situation, but he'd secretly hoped that at least Brion would be able to stay with him. It was nice having his friend around and for once, being able to help him instead of the other way around.

"I'm being sent to meet with the king of Strangetown. It's been decided that he has the best resources for a werewolf...well, werewolves. Apparently, there used to be werewolves in Strangetown until they died out. One of the former kings of Strangetown actually was a werewolf." Brion paused, giving Theo a worried look. "Do you think I can trust this king? Where I come from, the last king we had was wicked and his daughter destroyed our country with her unholy actions. This king isn't like that, is he?"

Theo shook his head.

"No, from what I've heard, you're far more likely to be adopted by King Charley than hurt by him. He took in Adam's mom years ago even though she's the worst. I think you're safe."

"Still, it's an odd feeling trusting a king. I don't know how your people spend their lives ignoring faith and listening to monarchs."

Theo shrugged.

"I see a god all the time," he replied. "I've even seen that god's god, which might be your Watcher under a different name. Trust me, a lot of us think about gods when we're planning our lives. Some of them are impossible to avoid."

Brion nodded as his brain struggled to recall the god Theo had warned him about specifically.

"You're speaking about Luke, right? I'll be vigilant."

"Lukas," Theo corrected. "I don't know if you can be vigilant against them, but it's worth a shot. Oh! Be sure to ask the king about the Old Ways if you want to see someone devout. He and Adam's mom live and breathe their weird religion and King Charley will talk about it for hours if you let him. I think their religion also ties into your Watcher, but I'm not sure how exactly. I know Adam has to wear this weird costume once a year and sit through some fire ceremony, but that's it."

Adam heard his name being said across the courtyard, but he was too busy wallowing to react. Ever since hearing Brion's story of how he'd fled disaster, a single thought had nagged away at him.

You did this. You made this happen. You made people suffer and die.

"Promise that you'll come visit. I'll need someone who can put some of this crazy place in context for me."

Theo smiled at the thought but quickly shook his head.

"I'd like to but I can't. As an apprentice, I have to stay in school for the school year except to visit my parents. I could probably see you on the weekends sometimes though. Do you have my cell number? Text me whenever you want and I'll answer."

"That sounds great," Brion said with a grin. "If you see Abercius, be nice to him. I think he's taking this even harder than the rest of us. Dad always made it seem like Abercius would have to step up if something happened to him or mom and that's really messing with his mind. I can't blame him though. This whole thing has just been one nightmare after another. He's not coming to Strangetown with us, since he's not a werewolf. He's been offered a place at this school and another one in Crystal Cove. I'm not sure which one he'll choose, but I'm sure that your paths will cross either way."

"Got it. Be extra nice to Abercius."

An armored car pulled into the driveway, honking its horn to get the teens' attention. Xaviere was the first to burst out the door, followed by Helena and Phuong who moved much slower.

"Goodbye, Theo. I'll be sure to text you and tell you all about the king."

As soon as Brion disappeared into the darkly coloured car, Theo was ambushed by his ex-boyfriend.

"Theo, we need to talk," Adam declared, his closeness making Theo cross his arms defensively.

"I don't have anything to say to you," Theo replied. "Unless you're here to ask a question about class or apologize for treating Sebastian like garbage."

"Theo, it's not about Sebastian, it's about us. There's something we did that I need to tell you about. Just listen to me for five minutes."

"About us? What about us?" Theo stared warily at Adam. As much as he told himself that he hated everything to do with Adam, there was still a part of him that longed to jump into Adam's arms and never let go of him. Those days were long gone though and Theo couldn't keep living in the past.

"We need to talk somewhere more secure than here," Adam insisted, looking around him for eavesdroppers. "This is big. Kicked out of school big, and we don't need to be overheard."

"Kicked out of school big?" Theo repeated. "What could we have done to get kicked out of school?"

Theo paused, realizing that when he thought about it, he and Adam had frequently infuriated the coven leadership, had nearly died more than once, and their parents hated each other. There was a lot that Adam could be referring to.

Theo tried to meet his ex's eyes, but looked away quickly. Adam had been crying despite trying his best to hide it. It felt cruel to stare at something Adam was trying to hide. Theo knew him better than that. There was nothing that he couldn't see through when it came to Adam. His hands were trembling, and he was twisting his crystal ring nervously.

Why hadn't he taken the ring off? Until this moment, Theo hadn't really thought about their rings. He wore his out of habit and it really was a nice ring. He shouldn't have to discard his favourite jewelry just because Adam gave it to him. Besides, the crystal really did filter out nightmares or something like that...or so Theo assumed. Honestly, he'd been too busy planning their wedding and future kids to listen to what Adam said the crystal did, and it had been too embarrassing to ask him to repeat the information.

But why was Adam wearing his? His probably had the same magical effects that Theo's did, since they were made from two halves of one larger crystal. Maybe that was why Adam needed his. It wasn't like the rings had anything to do with their relationship or anything. They weren't promise rings or engagement rings like Roman had been quick to assume, so it didn't really matter if Adam still wore his. It was just odd.

"When you were in Jubilant Accosts, when we connected, something went wrong." Adam had to clear his throat after speaking to get Theo's attention. His ex was being his usual frustrating self, daydreaming about something when Adam was trying to have a serious talk with him. That was something that he didn't miss about Theo. There were times that Adam knew that even though he was talking, Theo's mind was completely elsewhere.

"Theo, pay attention, this is important!" Adam pleaded quietly. "When we met in the dream realm before, I think that we left the connection open. All the changes that happened to Jubilant Accosts all happened when you were there. That was a realm that was sealed off from ours and we opened the connection to the dream realm to talk to each other. Now suddenly, people are falling asleep due to some kind of dream plague? Same sex couples are producing biological children like in our realm? We're the reason Jubilant Accosts is changing! We left the door open and now things are different there. Their leader succumbed to the plague and now there's factions at war for control of the realm. I'm pretty sure that we made that plague, Theo. We may not have meant it, but I think we're responsible."

Theo scowled at the thought of being responsible for something this big. Suddenly, Adam's insistence to talk somewhere else made sense. They really did need to discuss this somewhere more private.

"Come on," he growled, grabbing Adam's arm and dragging him into the school. He tried not to notice the slight flutter in his chest when he did so. "We can't talk here."

"Okay, the archives should be protected enough. I think there's some kind of enchantment that protects the coven council room and archives from centuries ago. Sebastian found a mention of it in one of my textbooks."

Adam's hands tightened into fists at his side at the casual mention of Theo's controversial boyfriend looking at blood magic textbooks that were forbidden to anyone not studying the subject. It wasn't long ago that Adam was helping Theo study. Someone so potentially dangerous shouldn't have access to blood magic books that discussed the academy's enchantments. It was all so wrong, and of course, Theo would never see it.

"You can't tell Sebastian about our defenses!" Adam hissed. "When his realm makes their move against us, he'll tell them where we're weakest!"

"Excuse me? Sebastian's the dangerous one? You just told me that you started the chain of events that doomed his world! Brion's parents are probably dead and his sister now has to think about being a mom instead of being a teenager! Sebastian should be the one angry, not you!"

"You did this too," Adam insisted. "I told you to make a sacrifice to the goddess of the dream realm when you woke up, and you didn't!"

"What are you talking about? You didn't tell me any of that!"

"Yes, I did!"

"No, you didn't!"

"I did!"

"You didn't! I don't know what I would even be sacrificing to her! Are you talking about like a goat or something? I'm not killing a goat just to talk to you. You're not worth it."

"Of course not! It was gold and sugar and-"

"Where the hell was I supposed to find gold in Shadowvale? That's insane!"

"Well, where would you find a goat there? No matter what the sacrifice was, it had to be paid and of course, sacrifices are meant to be hard to pay."

"Well, how do we prove your theory? Can you just summon the goddess again and ask her? We should do that anyway and ask her about the dream plague too. She probably has a cure for it and then things can go back to normal."

Both teens glared at each other, finally exhausted of shouting. Theo's face was flushed, sending a familiar trickle of desire down Adam's spine that he immediately tried to ignore. It wasn't fair how hot Theo was when he was passionate about something, even if it was how passionately he hated Adam.

Adam's insistence on speaking with Theo had been a stroke of good luck. Now, he could ask Adam about summoning Luna like he'd planned without thinking of an excuse. He hadn't anticipated how nervous he was just to talk with his ex alone. It was much easier when he could walk by Adam in class or scowl at him while sitting in Sebastian's lap in the common area. Standing this close to Adam, Theo could smell the cologne Adam sometimes wore for special occasions. He could see the small scar on his hand from when Remy accidentally shattered one of Adam's crystals and sharp shards went flying through the air. Adam brushed his hand nervously through his hair and Theo's mind remembered in vivid detail how he used to do the same. It was dangerous standing this close to Adam, so Theo made sure to step back slightly, just to keep his sanity.

"I've tried," Adam admitted. "She didn't appear. Maybe I wasn't doing it right or maybe she's also hurt by this dream plague. I don't know."

"Or maybe she just doesn't want to talk to you," Theo supplied. "I could see how she'd be pissed at you for breaking her rules."

"Pissed at us," Adam angrily corrected his ex. "We both screwed up."

"There is no us, Adam. You didn't tell me what to do, so it's on you. Maybe she won't be pissed at me if I try."

"Gods can't be summoned on a whim," Adam replied, ignoring Theo's self-righteous glare. "It's not like I can just text her or something. I think we're on our own. Unless, do you think Life knows how to help us? They seem to like you. Maybe they'd help."

"You did this, so you can talk to them," Theo said huffily. "I doubt they could help though. They seemed pretty indifferent to anything outside of what they have to do and the dream realm already has a guardian."

"True." Adam bit his lip trying to piece together a better plan. "I don't know what else to do then. I think that maybe I should ask my dad for help. He might know something else to try."

"And have him tell my friend and Sebastian that I supposedly killed their whole realm to see you? You want to ruin my life just because you have a theory that you claim I'm involved in? That's low even for you."

"Fine. Then you think of an idea." Adam folded his arms angrily and Theo did the same.

"Fine. I will. Once again, it's up to me to solve your problems for you." Theo shot his ex a defiant look that he hoped would be devastating, but Adam only rolled his eyes. He turned his head slightly, forcing Theo to look straight at the sprawling scar on his face.

"Fine! Play that card! I don't need to be guilted about yet another thing that isn't my fault!" Theo snapped, turning and storming past Adam.

Adam grimaced at the sight. He hadn't intended on fighting with Theo, but it seemed like they were incapable of doing anything else. At least Theo knew about their shared problem now and might come up with something Adam hadn't thought about. Two heads were better than one, even if Theo insisted on being wildly immature.

[trans-yllz]

top 5 wei wuxian outfits!!!

1. the patterned phoenix mountain to burial mounds number. it's just sooo good it's always been my favorite (its even the outfit little wei wuxian is wearing lmao). the shape, the combination of patterns and textures, even the material. visually it is very very well done. and I'm a fan of anything showing thee beautiful red underlayer. it is just so put together and imposing and clean. I love when his outfits reflect how he's supposed to be perceived as part of the larger narrative, and not necessarily as a character who makes choices, where his outfits are less like parts of a character and more like parts of the set, using color and pattern to convay mataphors and parallels, but even more, especially for wei wuxian, I love outfits like this one, that give a very clear idea of how wei wuxian is intentionally presenting himself to others. he does it at nevernight, he does it at guanyin temple. it is the dark colors and the clean lines. and yes these things give abstract narrative information but it also feels like a Character Choice on his part, more than say the dark blue patterned outfit he wears in some of the early lotus pier episodes. like this is an outfit that he picked out and chose to wear. wei wuxian the character chose this, not the director or the crew or the costume designer. it gives a very specific vibe to the people he is in conflict with, and it is such a good reflection of the fact that wei wuxian is very good at making himself appear to others exactly as he needs to. I also think that it is very interesting that when jiang cheng comes to the burial mounds, he is still wearing this outfit, but by the time lan wangji visits, he's in his farmer clothes. much to think about

2. the post jinlintai fit. first of all the pattern on the back is sick as hell and I am Obsessed with the belt, and second of all the amount of storytelling going on is phenomenal. the material is loose and unstructured and comfortable, and of course it is, because he just got Stabbed. these are not traveling or formal clothes, they're for recovering at "home". not to mention the infamous white under layer. like oh where did you get that white under layer wei wuxian, who put you in that white under layer wei wuxian 🤨 again, it is an outfit that feels like wei wuxian the character picked it out and put it on.

3. this tight little all black sparkly number from guanyin temple? like HELLO mr wei wuxian are you free on friday 😳 it's hot but I also love that it feels So like him, like he's truly fitting into his own body again after being resurrected and having to decide who he is and wants to be. it feels like something he would wear pre res, but like. Matured. and also have I mentioned that its hot

4. we can't talk about wei wuxian fits without talking about his nevernight look. classic. iconic. showstopping. it is just so so imposing. the complete lack of pattern outside of the texture of the fabric, the limited color pallette, the fact that he looks like Nobody Else There Not Even A Little Bit. you can see him from a mile away. and it is so so interesting to me that this was Supposed to be an outfit worn to jin lings one month ceremony. and it could, reasonably, be that. it's a Nice Looking Outfit. its suitable for a formal occasion. its better than his dirty freying farmer clothes. but it makes much more sense in the context we see it in, which I think says something very interesting about wei wuxians fate and the state of mind that he was in. he was never going to make it to the one month ceremony, and we know that, but it's very interesting that his clothes know that too. and I think that if he Had gotten to go, if the ambush had happened at some point afterwards, he would have looked very out of place in that room. because again, this is an outfit he has chosen to put on in order to give other characters a certain impression of himself. and he wears it to a Happy Occasion because he isn't Stupid. and then he doesn't take it off after everything falls apart. it is so so cornered animal of him

5. this outfit from the last like 5 seconds of the show. mostly for narrative reasons. it matches his signature aesthetic (which cannot be said for what he wears right before this but alas), it looks comfortable, and the patterns on the material are very very reminiscent of a lot of the ones his clothes had in the pre sunshot lotus pier era, when yes he had already experienced pain and heartache but none of the horrible unfathomable trauma had happened yet. it also does a great job of visually showing that time has in fact passed, and probably a significant amount considering the shelf life of outfits in this show. not to mention that the yunmeng bros reconciliation truther in me sees the pattern like flowing water, which both says things on it's own, and speaks as part of a parallel to a certain point in his life, and I can't help but infer what events the show might be implying happen in the time between when he leaves and when he's reunited with lan wangji. it feels like a very good combination of narrative and character storytelling. wei wuxian the character put it on but beyond that the director is telling you information using visuals. it's a very very interesting costuming choice

honorable mention to single studded sleeve. you are so hot and say interesting things about wei wuxians return from the burial mounds but I kind of hate whatever is going on in the bottom half of this fit

[mmmmmmmmmmmmsoup]

Yandere x Gardener reader 2.0

(This post is like another root from the story tree. But instead of talking about David, we talk about a new customer of yours, Cash)

Warning: Yandere, stalking, nsfw?

• so now that you were working at more locations, and keeping your distance from David, you found yourself on a ranch

• Not your ranch of course, but a costumers

• a man named cash wanted some help tending to his mothers garden

• his mother was growing to that age where things didn’t come easy, and not that he couldn’t take care of the garden himself, he just didn’t have the time

• he had cows, chickens, and crops to take care of. But he still wanted to make his mama happy

• that’s where you come in. A few times a week you would come by, weeding, dead heading, and watering the flowers

• Cash and his mother also had a green house full of veggies and some other edible things, you took care of that too

• now the first time you met Cash, he was quiet  and you had no idea if even liked you

• but that didn’t matter, he hired you to work, and work you did! Plus, the view you got to see while working was beautiful, just a valley of rolling hills

• and Cashes view of you was… well, let’s say he had a hard time looking away

• at first Cash didn’t really pay much time to you, you had a job to do and so did he. and as long as you did your job well, there wouldn’t be an issue

• he was also a little embarrassed to having to hire you, he wished he could just take care of the garden himself but alas, there just weren’t enough hours in the day

• he liked that you had manners. He had told you if you harvested any fruits or veggies to just bring them inside and put them on the kitchen counter

• and every time you did, you’d knock, make sure him and or his mama was aware of your present and quietly walk to the kitchen

• sometimes you even asked his mama if she needed anything like a snack or a glass of water, he thought that was sweet

• sometimes you’d leave a small bouquet of flowers freshly plucked from the garden and place it in the living room for him and his mama to see

• he thought you were a sweet girl, he didn’t dig much further then that, he didn’t want to

• but one day, when Cash was heading to the house for lunch, he saw you.

• you were ripping a small old stump out of the ground, and Cash just couldn’t look away

• you were wearing a tank top, sweating, covered in dirt, and your muscles flexing

(even if you don’t think your that muscly irl, trust me, if you ever do get gardening as a job, you will develop muscle)

• oh lord, this man just turned into a blushing mess

• ever since that day, he started paying attention to you more

• you see, Cash always came home for lunch, and the window above the sink, where he washed dishes was in perfect view of the garden

• also in perfect view was your ass when you bent over to pluck a flower or whatever else you were doing

• he started washing dishes by hand a lot more

• anytime you suggest something for the garden, that be a certain tool, plant, or pest control, you’d find it either in the shed during your next visit or he would straight up give you money to go buy it

• and he would totally give you too much money too. If you ever try to give him his change back, he would refuse and just say it’s your tip

• one day you had told him how people’s gardens were being ruined during the nights and within three days, he had updated his whole security system (by the way, this man is like rich, so he already had gates and a pretty good security system)

• he even set up some cameras facing the garden, only for security reason of course… no other reason

• he just likes you ok, and has no idea how to show it

• not only were you sweet, a hard worker, and hot as fuck, but his mama loved you

• “that gardener is such a lovely lady, and does such a nice job on my garden!”

• mama would 100% bake cookies for you and put them in a container for you to take home

• Cash thought highly of what his mother thought, and if she liked you, I mean????

• If his garden produced to many of a certain vegetable, he would just give you the extra (saving on that grocery bill gorl)

• one day when cash had a little bit more free time, he chose to have a picnic with his mama, he was thinking about asking you to join, but his mama beat him to it

• “hello y/n, me and my son are having a picnic, you should join us”

• you looked behind her to see Cash, looking slightly bashful and quick to look away when he noticed you staring

• “sure, I’d love too!”

• Cash laid down a blanket, and sat between you and his mama

• you ate some sandwiches with some home grown veggies on the side, and of course cookies made by mama her self

• you all had a nice chat, mainly mama asking about you

• cash learned how you liked to dabble in art, drawing, painting, photography, you name it you’ve probably tried it

• and just other little things like family, where your from, if you go to school or not, stuff like that

• like dam, you just keep getting better and better

• the more he learned about you, the more he liked you

• he was also thankful his mama was the one handling the conversation part, he was never great at socializing

• he also had a hard time focusing on what was being said when his eyes kept wondering to your soft lips

• fuck, he’s blushing so hard

• ever since that picnic happened, mama totally knows what’s up ;)

• she thinks it’s cute that her son FINALLY has a crush, maybe she will actually get some more grandkids!

• so every now and then she ask you to help cash with something or maybe the other way around, just so you spend more time together

• cash gets so embarrassed every time

This post is getting too long! How did I do? Any tips, tricks? Let me know!

Also what do you think about David and cash?

Whenever I’m talking about cash, I’ll probably always post it as a 0.2 chapter, like I did here

[delilah-mcmuffin]

Favourite Lines Game

Rules: share your favorite lines or paragraph you’ve written from your fics, posted or wip.

Until You Can Love Yourself Again

Patrick looks at him with those loud eyes of his, little wrinkles forming in the space between where his eyebrows would be, if he had any. “Can I talk now?” he asks, quietly. Carefully. David nods. “Okay. First,” Patrick begins, and he reaches out to gently tug David’s shirt down over his stomach and then he pulls the blankets up around David’s waist before he snuggles down on his pillow and wraps an arm around his shoulders, pulling him in close. The hot press of tears builds behind David’s eyes and he bites at his lower lip to keep it from trembling, burying his face in the front of Patrick’s t-shirt. He’s never felt so fucking loved by anyone before. That Patrick can show how well he knows David—how fully he sees him—simply by covering him up. He swallows back the sob he can feel creeping up from his chest and just lets Patrick hold him, raking his fingers through his hair, pressing soft kisses to his temple. “David,” he says simply, and that single word seems to encompass an entire universe of feelings.

This Bed Wasn’t Built for our Love

“What do you want to know, David?” Marcy asks, and Clint can hear the hint of barely concealed amusement in her voice. Whatever David wants to know is going to make their son’s blush intensify even further. And while he doesn’t love the idea of making his son suffer needless embarrassment, it is after four o’clock in the morning and Clint is in need of a little levity.

“Is it genetic?’ David asks, and Clint sees Marcy cock her head in question out of the corner of his eye.

“Is what genetic?” she asks.

“You know,” David says with a flick of his uninjured hand. Judging by Marcy’s confused silence, she clearly does not know. “The...equipment. The BD to back up that BDE? Is it a Brewer family trait?”

Marcy makes a sound that is somewhere between a snort and a cackle and Patrick lets out a groan. David, blissfully unaware of the impact of his words, carries on.

“Because if it is, I have to say, you are a lucky lady. Because, I mean...well. I know they say size doesn’t matter—”

The rest of David’s sentence is cut off as the sound of Marcy’s delighted laughter fills the car.

“Well, David,” she giggles, “I can’t speak to the entire Brewer family. But I’ve never had any complaints.”

It takes every ounce of Clint’s threadbare self-control to keep the car from veering off the pavement. Marcy’s hand lands on Clint’s arm and she gives it a gentle squeeze as he eases to a stop on the side of the road, hands still clenched on the steering wheel. He is not going to make eye contact with his son. He is not.

The Love Left Behind

“So...this is a long way to come for a surprise visit,” David says, handing a glass of wine to Ted and a glass of water to Alexis. “What do you want?”

“I think what David means is it’s nice to see you both,” Patrick says, giving his husband a sidelong glare.

“Same thing,” David says breezily.

“Well, we actually do want to ask you to do something for us,” Ted begins cautiously. “It’s kind of a big favour, which is why we wanted to ask you guys in person.”

“Ohmygod,” David sighs, glaring at his sister. “You need a kidney, don’t you?” He shakes his head. “I told you they don’t grow back, Alexis!”

“What?” Patrick gasps.

“What?” Ted squeaks.

“Hmm?” Alexis hums innocently, placing a placating hand on Ted’s knee. She narrows her eyes at her brother. “No, David. My kidney is fine.”

Pavlova

“I like your costume,” David says kindly. The ballerina sniffles and wipes their nose with the back of their hand. To his credit, David doesn’t flinch, simply reaches into his pocket and withdraws a tissue, handing it over. “Pink is such a difficult colour for an autumn, but you wear it well.”

The ballerina looks at David, and Patrick watches as their eyes travel the length of his body—from his neatly laced Rick Owens high tops, his artfully ripped jeans, his skirt—and their eyes go wide and their mouth opens in a silent “oh” of surprise. “Thank you,” they say, dabbing gently at their nose with the tissue. “Um, I...I like your skirt.”

David smiles. “Thank you,” he says. “And who are you supposed to be?”

“Anna Pavlova,” the ballerina says. “She’s my favourite dancer.”

David nods appreciatively. “Mmm. Good choice. Pavlova is both my favourite dancer and one of my favourite desserts. I like a costume that celebrates both the performative and the culinary arts.”

I think I’m late to this party (as usual) so anyone who wants to participate, please do!!

[mrscakeishere]

Innuendos Aplenty

As we are gearing up for the pending GOAD Smut War (Jan 8th!), I wanted to share a little snippet Polychrome (@polychromicron-persei-8) and I wrote from An Ode To Eclairs (Rated Explicit). The excerpt below is NSFW (or at least for my work) but rated M.

As context, Crowley is trying his hardest to get Aziraphale to engage in phone sex. It's a bumpy start:

“What are you doing right now, angel?” Crowley cooed, one hand holding his mobile phone, the other brushing along the top of his pants.

“You know what I’m doing,” Aziraphale replied curtly. “I’m talking to you.” He placed another book on the shelf.

“No, I mean…what are you doing?” Crowley used his most honeyed voice, wanting Aziraphale to play his little game. The line was silent. “Sexually,” Crowley added, hoping this would garner an actual response.

“Oh!” Aziraphale exclaimed, finally twigging the intention of the call. “Oh, I…uh…I’m…” Aziraphale looked at the hardcover book in his hand. The title was plausibly spicy if no one asked too many probing questions. “I’m reading Curious George.”

“Oh?” A sly smile grew on Crowley’s lips. His angel was finally playing along. “What’s he so…curious about?”

Aziraphale considered saying, “he likes a good banana,” but thought better of it. He needed to find a different book.

Aziraphale quickly ran his fingers across the spines of the works on the shelf in front of him. James and the Giant Peach? Aziraphale paused. Possible. Was he the peach? The Poky Little Puppy? No, think! He had to get out of the children’s section.

“Angel?”

“Uh yes! Um…no, not Curious George…er….” Aziraphale ran to the other side of the bookshop, the phone cord circling around his waist, and pulled out the first thing he saw. “I’m reading…Naked Lunch!”

Bingo!

Aziraphale had been so joyous with the adult book’s title that he had shouted it straight into Crowley’s ear, causing the demon to yelp and drop the phone.

“Crowley?”

There was a scuffling noise on the other end of the line.

“Yes…so…Naked Lunch.” The demon let out a soft moan. “That sounds very titillating.”

“Oh it is,” Aziraphale replied, scanning his memory for what happened in Naked Lunch that didn’t involve drugs and made any sense. He didn’t have much to work with. “It takes place in Morocco.”

“Ah, the desert. No wonder it had to be a naked lunch.” He put the emphasis on naked lest the angel get distracted. “I bet it got so hot they had no choice but to strip off. Do you feel hot, angel?”

“Well, actually, that’s a common misconception,” Aziraphale stated matter-of-factly. “Moroccan winters are in fact rather cold.”

“Oh…er…but they’re having lunch in summer, right?”

Aziraphale frantically flipped through the pages. This is why people have cliff notes! Where was the bit about Morocco?! A.J. wearing a walking condom-covered penis costume…that’s not it! Junkies…more junkies… He closed the book with a panicked sort of resignation. Just fake it, Aziraphale!

If you'd like to read more (including how they got to this point, where they end up, and what eclairs has got to do with any of it) visit https://archiveofourown.org/works/52581016.

Also, words can not express how much I enjoy writing with Polychrome! Our writing goal often centers on giving the other author something funny to wake up to (we're in very different time zones). I think that shows throughout this whole story.

[calyxthenerd]

y no encuentro la manera de decir, que le das luz a mi vida, desde que te vi

“And now, since we’re close by, I thought we could get lunch and visit the rink where he had the competition I met you guys in?” Emilia suggested, quickly glancing at Ámbar before turning back to her girlfriend

“That sounds great!” Luna replied

“Yeah, awesome” Ámbar said, checking her phone, before looking up and saying “you guys go ahead, I have to meet up with the guy who’s organizing the tour we’re going on tomorrow, he needs me to sign something” she lies, smoothly

“Do you want me to go with you?” Simón asked, worried about leaving his wife to her own devices in a city she has never been left unattended in

“NO!” Emilia yells, before backtracking “I mean, she has been to Cancun before, she’ll be fine, right?”

“Yeah, I’ll be fine, see you idiots later” she kisses Simón and walks away, and the rest of them head to a nearby restaurant

Ámbar arrives after they ordered, completely focused on the conversation she’s having on the phone and sits down

“No, I specifically asked for that time”

“Well I don’t care if there’s a birthday party going on! Kick them out! We booked this three months ago!”

“Oh, so you want a lawsuit?”

“Glad we could come to an agreement” she smirks sadistically

“Yes, thank you, adiós” she hangs up, looking up at all her favorite people staring at her “sorry about that, I ran into some… issues with a client”

“It’s fine, we ordered tacos al pastor for everyone” Luna waved her off, oblivious to the plans in place for later that day, and they slipped into casual conversation as they got through lunch

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“Why am I blindfolded?” Luna asked

“Yeah, why is she blindfolded” Simón repeated

“I am not allowed to say it” Ámbar replied, guiding Luna through the building into the rink, and when the setup in there came into view, she had to cover her husband’s mouth so he didn’t give anything away, there were a bunch of (electric) candles spread around the floor, Emilia was in the middle of it, standing in skates and an almost exact replica of the costume she wore in her last competition with the sliders, and so Ámbar stopped Luna and asked Simon to help putting her skates on her, and as they did, they guided a, now in wheels, Luna down to the center of the rink, in front of Emilia, and stepped away, going to let Nina in so she could take pictures

Back with the girls, Emilia tugged the blindfold away from her girlfriend’s eyes, letting her look around, before the shorter girl looked at her and took in the outfit she was wearing, only then did she start her speech

“Luna, mi amor, mi alma, mi luz, you represent everything I fought against, but also longed for, for all my life, and when I let my walls fall down, you helped me learn it, Love, acceptance, trust, the beauty that exist in the life we are gifted, passion, you saw the hurt in my soul, and you took my hand and helped me let go of it, and now, I take your hand” she grabs one of her hands in hers, before kneeling down and popping open a small box one handed with practiced ease “and I ask you, Luna Benson-Valente” she pauses, letting out a breath “Will you marry me?”

The brunette jumped on her, making them both trip and fall down, since they were on skates, becoming a mess of limbs, as they laughed and helped each other up, Emilia slipped the ring into her, now fiancé’s, hand, before Luna paused, staring off into space, making the blonde girl grow concerned “everything alright, mi luz?” after a beat, she explained “I forgot to to say yes” making everyone laugh as they came out of their hiding places

[fishyishy]

A3! Event Translation - The Twelve Heavenly Generals of the Dawn (8/11)

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Sakyo: .....Understood. What's going on?

Itaru: Well you see.....even though customers are flocking towards the larger companies, that still means many people will be in this area.

Itaru: I think we should be able to make good use of that fact.

Sakyo: For now, let's just gather everyone else here.

Itaru: Nah, I'm sure that everyone is probably having fun going to all sorts of places, so maybe we should think about countermeasures first.

Sakyo: Your timing to start being hesitant is weird for someone who usually doesn't hesitate.

Sakyo: I'll contact you as soon as I can.

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Itaru: Sorry for making everyone gather here even though there's still time before the stage starts.

Homare: Please don't worry about it. However...... I understand. People go to the booths of the bigger companies instead, huh.

Tsumugi: It definitely would be nice if we could get people to take a look at our booth as well.

Tenma: I guess the first thing that comes to mind is to wear our character's costumes and acting as a guide to attract customers or something?

Muku: That's true. I've done something like that before.

Itaru: Yup. But instead of just being a guide to the exhibition booth, I wanted to do something more like......

Homare: Fumu, I wonder if there's a way to put this to good use? There's no one here right now, it's a shame.

Director: The demo station? It's true that nobody's at the demo station right now.

Mochinaga: Some people try out the demo version there, but it's not that many now.

Itaru: Then how about directing them to the demo station......and like giving advice on things they might not understand?

Itaru: In order to gain the interest of game lovers, it's a must to show them the gameplay.

Muku: In that case, how about taking a video of it and uploading it to your official social media accounts?

Sakyo: You have a point, the dancing video on TikTak became a hot topic.

Itaru: What do you think about this plan, Mochinaga-san?

Mochinaga: Everyone.....thank you very much. If you're all okay with it, then please do it.......!

Tenma: Nice, let's get started right away. We'll need to change into our costumes firstly.

Tsumugi: Yup, that's right.

Itaru: Director-san, wait a moment.

Director: Yes, what's up?

Itaru: Director-san, would you like to play at the demo station until we all get back?

Director: .......Eh?

Itaru: I hope it can attract at least some interest from customers. I'll be back soon after changing.

Director: I understand that part, but by myself!?

Itaru: I'll get back to you ASAP, so if you could please.

Director: (Eeeeh! H-he left......)

Director: (But to make the booth look more exciting......yeah, I'll help out so that lots and lots of people can see it......!)

Mochinaga: I'll be here too, so if you have any questions please let me know.

Director: I'll be in your care...!

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Director: Eetto, now that I have the card, the next step is to....

Visitor A: Eehh, that looks kinda interesting. Maybe I should give it a try.

Visitor B: Ooooh~, the skill effects are so cool!

Director: (Ah, I got a little too engrossed in the game and other people started coming over to play at the demo station)

Mochinaga: I guess it's true that if you see someone else playing, you're more likely to want to try it yourself.

Visitor C: Uhhhh..... where do I go to get this item.....?

???: "You should go further into the forest"

Visitor C: Eh? Eeeeeeeeh!? SUZAKU!?

Itaru: "If you're in the forest, you'll surely be able to get items different from what's available in the village"

Visitor C: Y-yes! I'll go there now!

Director: (Ah, everyone's finished changing!)

Tenma: "Ho, a lot of people are visiting"

Sakyo: "What's wrong? Are you worried about us? If that's the case, why don't you come over here"

Visitor D: Uwa, so cool.....!

Visitor E: Let's take a look at this booth.

Director: (As expected, the costumes are gorgeous, and just seeing them in character is enough to catch the attention of the audience)

Visitor F: Ah! I've seen that character on TikTak!

Visitor G: Me too! It's from that dancing video. They're a character from this game.

Visitor H: Woah, I think I'll try out the demo station.

Director: (Yeah, it feels like it'll go well. We're stealing the hearts of our customers!)

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[aspenmissing]

𝙰 𝚅𝚎𝚛𝚢 𝚂𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚞𝚛𝚊𝚕 𝙲𝚑𝚛𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚖𝚊𝚜 (𝙿𝚝 𝟷)

A girl is looking outside through the glass door and a woman stands outside, being interviewed.

"Um, my daughter and I were in out beds" She says "Mike was downstairs decorating the tree. I heard a thump on the rood and then I heard Mike scream. And now I'm talking to the FBI"

"And you didn't see any of it?" Y/N asks, dressed in formal wear.

"No, he was...he was gone"

"The doors were locked? There was no forced entry?"

"That's right"

"Does anybody else have a key?" Y/N asks.

"My parents"

"Where do they live?"

"Florida" Sam and Dean, in suits, walk out of the house.

"Thanks for letting us have a look around, Mrs. Walsh" Dean says.

"I think, we, uh, got just about everything we need" Sam says. He looks to Y/N "We're all set.

"We'll be in touch" she says. Mrs. Walsh nods and the siblings walk down the steps.

"Agents...." She calls. The three turn around.

"The police said my husband might have been kidnapped"

"Could be" Dean says.

"Then why haven't the kidnappers called? O-or - or demanded a ransom? It's three days till Christmas. What am I supposed to tell our daughter?" The three looks at each other.

"We're very sorry" Sam, Y/N and Dean walk away and Mrs. Walsh turns to go inside.

"Find anything?" Y/N asks. Sam sighs.

"Stocking, mistletoe...this" Sam gives Y/N something out of his pocket.

"A tooth? Where was this?" Y/N asks, examining the tooth.

"In the chimney" Dean says.

"Chimney? No way a man fits up a chimney. It's too narrow"

"No way he fits up in one piece"

"Alright, so, if dad went up the chimney-"

"We need to find out what dragged him up there"

==

Inside a motel, pictures of demons are pinned up on the wall. Sam sat at the table on his laptop when the door opens and the twins walk inside, Dean carrying a brown paper bag.

"So, was I right? Is it the serial-killing chimney sweep?" Dean says.

"Yep. It's, uh, it's actually Dick Van Dyke" Sam says.

"Who?"

"Mary Poppins"?"

"Who's that?"

"Oh, come on- never mind" Sam waves his hand.

"Well, it turns out that Walsh is the second guy in town grabbed out of his house this month" Y/N says.

"Oh yeah?"

"Yeah"

"The other guy gets dragged up the chimney, too?"

"Don't know. Witnesses said they heard a thump on the roof" Y/N says and the three shrug

"So, what the hell do you think we're dealing with" Dean asks.

"Actually, I have an idea"

"Yeah?" Y/N asks.

"Uh, it's gonna sound crazy"

"What could you possibly say that sounds crazy to us"

"Um...evil Santa" Sam says, smiling. Y/N snorts. Dean pauses and then nods.

"Yeah, that's crazy"

" Yeah... I mean, I'm just saying that there's some version of the anti-Claus in every culture" Sam shows Dean and Y/N some evil Santa pictures "You got Belsnickel, Krampus, Black Peter" Dean takes the pictures from Sam “Whatever you want to call it, there's all sorts of lore"

"Saying what?" Y/N asks.

"Saying...back in the day, Santa's brother went rogue and now he shows up around Christmas time, but instead of bringing presents, he punishes the wicked"

"By hauling their ass up chimneys?"

"For starters, yeah"

"So, this is your theory, huh? Santa's shady brother?"

"Well, ah- I'm just saying, that's what the lore says"

"Santa doesn't have a brother. There is no Santa"

"Yeah, I know. You're the one who told me that in the first place, remember" Sam says looking at Dean, who looks down, maybe feeling a little guilty. Sam turns back to his computer and sighs "Yeah, you know what, I could be wrong. I ... " Sam sighs again, shutting his laptop "gotta be wrong"

"Maybe, maybe not" Y/N says.

"What?"

"We did a little digging" Y/N says, gesturing to Dean "Turns out both victims visited the same place before they got snatched"

"Where?"

==

Christmas music plays, children are playing, and people wearing costumes are walking around.

"It does kind of lend credence to the theory, don't it?" Dean says.

"Yeah, but anti-Claus? Couldn't be"

"It's a Christmas miracle"

"Hey, speaking of, we should have one this year" Y/N says.

"Have on what?" Sam asks.

"A Christmas" Sam scoffs.

"No, thanks"

"No, we'll get a tree, a little Boston market, just like when we were little"

"I actually like the idea of that" Dean says.

"Guys, those weren't exactly Hallmark memories for me, you know"

"What are you talking about? We had some great Christmases"

"Whose childhood are you talking about?"

"Oh, come on, Sam" Y/N says.

"No! Just...no" Dean and Y/N look at him surprised.

"All right, Grinch" Dean mutters. The two walk away, while Sam stands still. Suddenly he notices a reindeer statue staring at him. Sam looks uncomfortable.

==Flashback: Christmas Eve, 1991==

Reindeers pull Santa's sleigh across the sky on the TV, which is playing ‘A Year Without Santa Claus’. An 8-year-old Sam turns away from the TV and back to the couch, where he starts to wrap two things with newspaper.

"What is that?" A 12-year-old Y/N asks, kneeling beside him.

"Yeah, right. Where'd you get the money? Steal it?" A 12-year-old Dean asks, who's standing by the window. Y/N glares at him.

"No. Uncle Bobby gave it to me to give to him. Said it was really special"

"What is it?" Y/N asks.

"A pony" Sam says sarcastically. Y/N smiles whereas Dean scoffs.

"Very funny"

“What about the other one?" Y/N asks.

"I made that for him myself"

"I bet he'll love it" Sam continues to wrap the presents. Dean then comes over and sits on the couch next to them and picks up a magazine.

"Dad's gonna be here, right?" Sam says, looking up at Y/N.

"He'll be here" she says.

"It's Christmas"

"He knows and he'll be here. Promise"

"Where is he anyway?"

"On business" Dean says.

"What kind of business?"

"You know that. He sells stuff"

"What kind of stuff?"

"Stuff"

"Nobody ever tells me anything" Dean rolls his eyes.

"Then quit asking" Y/N glares at Dean, but he shrugs.

"We wish we could tell you, Sam, but Dad won't let us" Y/N says softly. “So, please stop asking. Okay?" Sam nods. Dean leaves the two and walks to the bed. She shoves garbage and food wrappers off of it and opens the magazine.

"Is Dad a spy?"

"Mm-hmm. He's James Bond"

"Why do we move around so much?"

"'Cause everywhere we go, they get sick of your face" Dean says.

"I'm old enough, guys. You can tell me the truth"

"You don't want to know the truth. Believe me" Y/N says.

"Is that why we never talk about...Mom?" Sam says cautiously. Y/N tenses, side glancing at Dean who tosses the magazine away angrily and stands up.

"Shut up! Don't you ever talk about Mom. Ever!"

"He was just asking, Dean!" Y/N says, standing up and facing her twin brother. Dean begins to head for the door, opening it.

"Wait, where are you going?" Sam asks.

"Out"

"You better stay out there till you calm down!" Y/N says before Dean shuts the door behind him.

"Did I do something wrong?" Sam says, looking up at Y/N.

"No, just, Mom's a hard subject to talk about around Dean. Don't worry though"

"Are you gonna leave if I talk about...Mom?" Sam asks. Y/N kneels down beside him, smiling softly.

"No, I'm never gonna leave you" she says, ruffling his hair. “Ask me whatever you like about Mom.”

==Flashback End==

Sam is still lost in memories as Dean and Y/N walk beside him.

"You'd think with the 10 bucks it costs to get into this place, Santa could scrounge up a little snow" Dean says.

"What?" Sam asks, awakening from his daydreaming.

"Nothing"

"What are we looking for, again?" Y/N asks.

"Um..." Sam looks around "lore says that the anti-Claus will walk with a limp and smell like sweets"

"Great. So, we're looking for a pimp Santa" Dean says "Why the sweets?"

"Think about it, Dean. If you smell like candy, the kids will come closer, you know?"

"That's creepy" Y/N says. Sam chuckles "How does this thing know who's been naughty and who's been nice?"

"I don't know" A man wearing a Santa costume sits outside a small barn. A woman and a boy walk up to him.

"So, Ronny, come sit on Santa's knee" The boy sits "Ah, there you go. You been a good boy this year?"

"Yeah"

"Good. Santa's got a special gift for you" He cackles creepily. Dean looks at Santa and the boy speculatively.

"Maybe we do" Ronny's mother takes his arm and leads him away from the Santa.

"Come on, honey, let's go" A woman in an elf costume walks up to Sam, Dean, and Y/N.

"Welcome to Santa's court. Can I escort your child to Santa?"

"Uh..."

"No. No. Uh, but actually, our brother here" Dean smacks Sam on the shoulder "...it's been a lifelong dream of his" The elf looks at Sam.

"Uh, sorry. No kids over...12"

"No, he's just kidding. We only came here to watch" Y/N facepalms. The woman looks at Dean, who shakes his head.

"Eww" she says.

"No, he didn't mean like that" Y/N says "You see, my brother here is just really nervous around beautiful women like yourself" The elf looks away, blushing.

"Oh, um, thank you"

"And what he meant by watching is that he's watching the Santa because my husband, uh, back home is looking after our daughter" Y/N lies. "And she dreams of meeting Santa so my brother wants to surprise her and dress up as him and he wants to know how to be the perfect Santa"

"Aww, you’re such a good uncle" The elf says, looking at Sam who smiles "Well, I'm sorry for the misunderstanding, please enjoy the rest of your day" The woman walks away.

"You’re welcome, you idiots" Dean laughs.

"Dude, you were like shitting yourself" Dean then suddenly turns serious.

"Check it out" The three watch the Santa leave his chair. Santa walks with a bad limp "Are you seeing this?"

"A lot of people walk with limps, right?" The Santa walks past the three.

"Tell me you didn't just smell that" Y/N says "That was candy, guys"

"That was Ripple. I think. Had to be" Sam says as he looks at Santa again.

"Maybe. We're willing to take that chance?"

==

Inside the Impala, the three are spying on a simple house that is decorated with Christmas lights.

"What time is it?" Dean asks.

"Same as the last time you asked" Y/N says from the passenger seat.

"Here" Sam hands Dean a thermos "Caffeinate" Dean takes the thermos from Sam and tries to pour coffee into the cup, but the thermos in empty.

"Wonderful" Dean throws it into the back seat beside Sam "Hey, Sam"

"Yeah?"

"Why are you the boy that hates Christmas?"

"Dean..."

"I mean, I admit it. You know, we have a few bumpy holidays when we were kids"

"Bumpy"?"

"That was then. We'll do it right this year" Y/N says.

"Look, guys. If you want to have Christmas, knock yourselves out. Just don't involve me" Dean and Y/N share a look. They then return to watch the house. Santa, still in his red cap, but in a green tank top, looks outside, then closes his curtains.

"What's up with Saint Nicotine?" Y/N asks.

"Oh, my God!" A woman's voice shouts. The three jump out of the car and run to the house with their guns drawn. Y/N looks inside the window of the front door.

"Huh" Sam says.

"What?" Dean asks.

"Nothing. It's just that, uh... well, you know, Mr. Gung Ho Christmas might have to blow away Santa" Y/N opens the door. Santa is sitting on the couch, holding a giant bong and a bottle of whiskey. Santa stands up and the three quickly hide their guns.

"What the hell are you doing here?" Dean looks around and realizes Santa's only watching TV. Dean looks at Sam and Y/N, who shrug. Dean starts to sing-badly.

"S-silent night...Holy..." Dean looks at Sam and Y/N, who follow him, shrugging, and both smiling.

".... night" Santa chuckles and sits down to enjoy the show "All is well..."

"...all is dry" Santa also sings along.

"Bright..."

"Round and round..." They try to sing although they don't remember the lyrics.

"The table..." Sam puts a hand on Dean's shoulder to pull him away, followed by Y/N.

==

The three are inside of a large house in the living room, interviewing a woman, who has a bruise on her eye.

"So, that's how your son described the attack? "Santa took daddy up the chimney"?"

"That's what he says, yes"

"And where were you?" Y/N asks.

"I was asleep and all of a sudden" She sniffs "...I was being dragged out of bed, screaming"

"Did you see the attacker?" The woman shakes her head.

"It was dark, and he hit me. He knocked me out" Dean nods.

"I'm sorry. I know this is hard"

“Yeah...um, Mrs. Caldwell, where, where did you get that wreath above the fireplace?" Dean and Y/N look around at the wreath, and blink. They look at each other puzzled.

"Excuse me?" Dean and Y/N look at Sam, waiting for an answer. Sam shrugs, smiling, feeling embarrassed.

"Just curious, you know" Later, the three exit the house and walk back to the Impala.

"Wreaths, huh? Sure, you didn't want to ask her about her shoes? I saw some nice handbags in the foyer" Dean says.

"We've seen that wreath before, Dean"

"Where?" Y/N asks.

"The Walshes', yesterday"

"We know. We were just testing you" Dean says. Sam scoffs. They then drive away in the Impala.

==

Back at the motel room, Sam is on the phone.

"Yeah, all right. Well, keep looking, would you? Thanks, Bobby" He hangs up " Well... we're not dealing with the anti-Claus"

"What did Bobby say?"

"Uh, that we're morons"

"Sounds like Bobby" Y/N says.

"He also said that it was probably meadowsweet in those wreaths" Sam says, looking at his laptop.

"Wow! Amazing. What the hell is meadowsweet?" Dean asks.

"It's pretty rare and it's probably the most powerful plant in pagan lore"

"Pagan lore?" Dean asks.

"Yeah. See, they used meadowsweet for human sacrifice. It was kind of like a... Chum for their gods. Gods were drawn to it and they'd stop by and snack on whatever was the nearest human"

"Why would somebody be using that for Christmas wreaths?" Y/N asks.

"It's not as crazy as it sounds, Guys. I mean, pretty much every Christmas tradition is Pagan.

"No, Jesus's birthday was probably in the fall. It was actually the winter solstice festival that was co-opted by the Church and renamed "Christmas". But I mean, the Yule log, the tree, even Santa's red suit - that's all remnants of pagan worship" Dean looks at Y/N in surprise in shock.

"How do you know that?" Dean asks.

"Where do you think Sam got it from." She asks. Dean looks between Sam and Y/N.

"What are you gonna tell me next? Easter bunny's Jewish?" The two don't reply.

"So, you think we're gonna dealing with a pagan God?" Y/N asks.

"Yeah, probably Hold Nickar, God of the winter solstice"

"And all these Martha Stewart wanna be, buying these fancy wreaths..."

"Yeah, it's pretty much like putting a neon sign on your front door saying "Come kill us"

"Great" Sam reads an article on the laptop.

"Huh...When you sacrifice to Hold Nicktar, guess what he gives you in return"

"Lap dances, hopefully" Dean jokes.

"Mild weather" Y/N looks out the window.

"Like no snow in the middle of December in the middle of Michigan" Y/N says.

"For instance,"

"Do we know how to kill it yet?" Y/N asks.

"No, Bobby's working on that right now. We got to figure out where they're selling those wreaths"

"You think they're selling them on purpose?" Dean asks "Feeding the victims to this thing?" Sam exhales.

"Let's find out"