#she started crying and he poofed

[aitsuheart]

so it's apparently delusional to like Soriku

and think they have moments together

but i once saw someone who said Sora and Kairi kissed at the end of kh3

double standards

and not one ship is considered canon either

the most we have is Nomura saying that Riku doesn't like Naminé so he changes the scene so he is not smiling

that is still one of the most hilarious things

[revelboo]

Hey, I just wanna say that I love your series about human suddenly popping out of knowhere, and the bots have no choice but to take care of them. Even proceed to become attached to them, lmaoo

I enjoy reading all of your works and it sometimes makes me giggle and smile when there's something funny that happened. But, I'm also curious. Do all of them, if not some, of bots do really can let go of their favorite humans? Yknow send them back home by using their own ship or smth?

And im also more curious about each humans own perceptives that they're bleep out? That they are not in the spaceship anymore and got home safely? Curious, what's all their own reactions looks like

But either way, I love your works!!! 🌹♥️♥️

None of them are exactly happy about it…Angst and drama and hurt

MTMTE What If Angst Scenario Just Gone- Aftermath Pt 2

Megatron’s

• Doubling over and throwing up, your hands are shaking. You’re shaking uncontrollably. Horror twisting through you as you realize you’re back home. No longer on the Lost Light with Megatron. That you can’t feel that warm, reassuring hum of him at the edge of your awareness. And you’re back in your house, standing in your dark kitchen hearing your breathing grow ragged. Panic rising through you because you have no way to get back to him or even contact him. And what about the spark? Hadn’t been able to sense it before, but with his bond just gone, you’re terrified that’s lost, too.

Scavengers’s

• Staggering and buck naked, someone screams, but you’re in agony. Realizing what happened, because you remember this pain all too well. You’re back, standing in the middle of the office you work in. And your knees give out on you, hearing someone screaming hysterically that you’d just appeared out of nowhere. Where’s Spin? You need to get back to him, he gets so worried when he can’t find you.

Cyclonus and Tailgate’s

• A horn blares and tires scream as a car swerves to miss you and you can’t get out of the way. Can’t get to your feet from where you’d appeared in the middle of the street. Hear someone yelling but you’re too shell shocked to respond. Can’t find them. Can’t sense either of them and panic seizes you by the throat. You’re back on Earth alone. And you need them, the twin sparks you’re carrying need them to survive, to replenish the bond. Someone grabs your shoulder and you start crying, terrified. Lashing out in panic.

Tarn’s

• Head pounding, you stagger into a shelf and canned vegetable clatter to the ground and go rolling. Knees hitting the tiles, you double over in pain. And it’s as agonizing this time as it was last time, like being ripped apart. When your head lifts, there’s an old woman with a cart gaping at you and you really hope she’s not about to have a stroke, because going by her expression, she definitely saw you just poof into existence.

Swerve’s

• Hear your kid brother scream as he falls out of his gaming chair and it’d be funny if you didn’t feel like you’re being eviscerated with something incredibly blunt. Gagging, you stumble into his dresser as the door bangs open. That’s right. You’d been home visiting when you got blipped. “Swerve?” You gasp, as you collapse.

Drift’s

• Knees going out on you, an elbow hits the ground and it’s the distant sound of a dog barking that breaks through the pain. You’re back? Shaking, you fall over in the dew soaked grass, limbs trembling. It’s worse. So much worse than when you’d gotten ripped to the Lost Light. Hadn’t really wanted this. Hadn’t wanted to leave Drift or Ratchet, not when those two feel more like home than your own home ever did. You’re back, but you feel like you’re dying.

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[bradshawed]

His & Hers

summary — one-sided rival pilots idiots to lovers

warnings — idiots, grief, fluff, soft gooey shit, more idiots, jake being helpful?, multiple references to carole & goose, slight reference to nightmares/lack of eating, brad brad wooing the crowd *swoons dramatically*, no use of y/n, gender neutral, questionable timeline, not proofread, therapy mentions, no clear ending, voldemort references

note — i was replying to the original post, clicked save to drafts and then it went poof for some silly reason so i’m starting it again. the original post was for one-sided rivals to lovers with bradley bradshaw where he was so incredibly smitten with you, falling in love whenever you got angry, “she’s so cute when she’s mad”. hope i did it justice and sorry for the long wait @charliedaltonsgfsblog!!!!! massive thank u to ml @bruisedboys for motivating me to finally finish this, i love u <3 tempted to give this a pt. 2 hehe lmk if anyone's interested!

word count — 961 words

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"Give her my ring-"

"Ma-"

"She’s the one for you baby, keep it, you’ll know when it’s time."

That was one of Carole's last wishes among the others for their home, his reconciliation with Mav, and the promise that she'll be okay, finally with the love of her life, watching and protecting her baby bird every step of the way.

That was the first time you let your guard down. Bradley had been missing from classes all week, and you were getting worried. You were both notoriously known for being stuck at the him. Wherever you went, Bradley followed, with a cloud of sexual tension bickering surrounding you both. Rivals. Academic and in every other sense of the word, but the silence was getting to you, as well as the constant glares and questions from nosy students "concerned" for their star athlete.

Game day was the worst and your fuse blew. You marched over to the little cottage where the Bradshaw's resided, fists clenched and speech prepared, but the sight of your rival crying on the floor clutching a stuffed goose toy wasn’t what you’d expected.

"It'll pass", you told him. "Stay", he begged.

And you did, you never left his side for a single moment. By now, you'd seen it all, the hollow eyes, life drained from his soul, the concerning weight loss, and more. You supported Bradley through it all, developing a routine. You brought him notes from the classes he'd missed and you'd work on homework together, cooking one of Carole's famous recipes. You helped him sort through everything, holding your baby bird through the tears and the nightmares, gladly cursing up a storm about Maverick when he finally got the courage to apply to the academy. You did it all... together.

But then just like that, a switch flipped when he was back on his feet. Your walls came back up. Bradley remembers how quick you'd switch from a concerned friend to rivals. Funny how that works. It's still the worst form of whiplash he's ever experienced. But he understood, he always has, you wanted something familiar and you were scared that it could be something more, so he went along with it.

Four years later and Bradley was busy touching the heavens. You followed him, naturally. So it's safe to say you were chasing your sun this time, but he just didn't know it. That's where you met Jake Seresin, at flyboy academy.

Bradley watched as you fell head over cowboy boots for Jake. It only made sense since you were two sides of the same coin, but Jake knew, he always had. He was your best friend but it never became anything more, as much as he wished it was. Jake Seresin broke up with you, even if he says it was the other way around, not that you'll ever understand why. The blonde helped you get into therapy, knocking a whole load of sense into you. Sure, maybe it didn't cure your mean streak, but now you weren't so afraid all thanks to a fellow flyboy.

Years passed and you were both stuck to the hip, where possible. More often than not, you were flown around the world for some sort of disciplinary action and Bradley tried to keep in touch. You both managed as much as you could, but it was hard. Then you were both called back to Top Gun. Same time, same place... but not for the same reason.

You weren't good enough. Or at least that's what you heard when they told you that Bradley, Jake and the others were back for some special detachment of some sort and you were just here to teach (they figured it would help with your insubordination). Pissed would be an understatement.

So, while they were busy with their fancy flying shit that you weren't even considered for, you flew yourself in circles realising you needed to get your shit together because as good as you were, you couldn't spend your career flying like he-who-must-not-be-named simply because you weren't a man and didn't have a guardian angel (technically by extension you did but you refused his help). Maybe this post was good for you...

Weeks flew by and your baby bird had returned with a few new scars, and a plan to reunite with his evil godfather? "Promise me you won't call him he-who-must-not-be-named to his face tonight." You glanced up at your handsome aviator with a mischievous grin, replying with a noncommittal shrug before patting his chest and sauntering off towards the devil in Ray-Ban's talking to Penny. Fuck that was more solid than you expected it to be.

You'd both been talking for an hour or so, the long part over and now enjoying a beer, when some sailor boy almost collided into you slurring, "Heyyy pretty, why don't ya ditch the old man and come home with me, we could 'ave some funn?" The whole of the Hard Deck held it's breath, Mav ready to unleash hell when you replied, "How about you take your filthy hands off of me or I'll shove this beer up your ass. Better yet, take ten steps back out of this lovely establishment and piss off, this old man is better company than you and your friends over there could ever dream to be." You smirked as he scurried back towards his friends, Mav letting out a satisfied whistle, raising his beer to the sound of the bell.

You raised your beer in thanks to Penny, chuckling as your fellow daredevil pointed out the lovestruck expression on Bradley's face, "you've got him wrapped around your finger". You smiled, "he just doesn't know it yet".

"Oh he does."

*Cue Mav sharing a conspiratorial look with Jake*

[existence-is-a-pain87]

Human form reaction:

Uh let me try and remember EVERYONE we’re gonna let be interactable (idk Itrapped all that well so skipping him :p)

Using my art as reference for how it happened

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Eheeeem

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The Siblings™️ (Coolkidd, Pretty Princess, and Bluu)

They are probably chasing your toon form around for tag, giggling and whooping until you fall on your face and suddenly! In a poof of The Specter’s power, human!! They all get so excited, until they realize how fragile you get in this form.. now bound by Survivor laws in this world, you can die and get respawned back in the cabin like the others. So they cry and beg for you to change back because now it’s no fun!!

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John Doe:

You were taunting him per usual, avoiding his spikes and running away giggling, until you tripped over a forming spike and fell, John Doe paused as he stood over you, until you poofed revealing your human form. He growls in surprise and backs up a bit, before realizing your bleeding and he doesn’t know if he should apologize or if he should actually kill you like the others..

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1x:

Fucking cheers when you fall on your face and turn human. Does a little victory dance before chasing again before realizes how slow you are in this form and gets stuck teaching you how to walk with longer legs and having actual hands instead of mitts.

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Mafioso:

Ngl I think he wouldn’t directly go after toon Mc bc he has a bunny at home, and really any small critters are bunnies too him. (This is why he lets the siblings play mafia with him)

He grins and picks up your human form and holds you over his shoulder and uses you as bait to lure in the other survivors.

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(There are so fucking many survivors I don’t blame us for forgetting)

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CHANCE THE LOVE OF MY LIFE‼️‼️‼️‼️

He almost scolds you for keep changing your form, but almost gets excited, he felt weird about obsessing over you when you were either a toon or a twisted, but you had a human form,,, oh he’s flipping a coin to decide if he should smother you in kisses!!

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Jane doe:

Quit giving this woman a heart attack, she sees you fall over when being chased and rushes over to help, but gets startled when you get bigger and poof into a human form. You didn’t realize and whined that you hurt your nose… she is freaking OUTTT <- don’t really know her well either 😔. I kiss men I fear

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Elliot my HUSBAND!!!

He cries when he finally has an excuse to sit down and feed you pizzas all round because you scrapped your knee, (him, and Chance are the clingiest)

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Guest 1337

he cheered a bit when he saw your human form!! Finally!! You need to depend on him! And since your still shorter then him like this, he keeps one arm over your shoulder and keeps you safe and protected.

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Shedletsky

He is still feathery to me I demand it!!

He starts getting a bit broody when he realizes you got hurt, rushing over to see the scene, until he sees your human form and gets ELATED! Unlike Chase, he don’t care, starts smothering you in smooches and giggles (1x is DISTGUSTED)

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Builderman

He pretends not to notice but when you bring it up he sighed and takes off his jacket, and covers you. Thanking the heavens you brought it up (I think either Toons will wear skin-tight clothes or little to nothing since they don’t wear clothes as toons.

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007n7

He probably helped you find this form and gets excited that he can tend to you like how you have been for him and the others, he’s a single (not for long) father, he can cook and somewhat repair your clothes when you tear them in your human activities

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Noob

He calms down for the first time and sighs, thankful he doesn’t need to worry about tripping over you or your twisted form tripping over him. He shares his ghost burgers and smiles a bit more often with you <3

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Two-Time

He is a freak and I love him. (Hope you’re okay w/ sex jokes?)

He always has a hand on you, and if he dosent, his spiky ass tail is, or he’s being physically restrained. (He falls for Taph’s traps the most when it comes to you.)

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Dusekkar

He enjoys your humanoid presence more, more then guessing if your actually paying attention or if your playing with your toon features. And he’ll happily teach you about human anatomy in a wholesome way! Be prepared for rhymes

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Taph (my main)

🫵🧍⁉️,

Since you don’t have mitts anymore, he teaches you sign language so you don’t have to decipher his emoji language. But you understood flutter and blott before so I’m guessing either way it’s not a problem.

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Lol a human Toon? That sounds fun, I'll write about that because I'm in the mood and unfortunately am not in the mood for any of my other drafts or requests (I'm sorry guys ADHD can be evil, if I'm not in the mood I ain't doing it- ;-;)

But MC accidentally becoming human for awhile and everyone's reactions sounds kinda quick as well as fun and silly, hehe!

Btw I love your art-

Let's start with the killers before moving onto the survivors, mwehehe!

c00lkidd

- Huh? Wait, you're tall now! And human? Weird, why aren't you a Toon anymore?

- He honestly gets annoyed when you "get tired" from him playing with you. What do you mean he can't play with you for entire rounds anymore? This is stupid!

- Turn back, turn back!!! What do you mean you can't?! What about your Twisted form?!

- Oh that still kinda works? Yay! You're still fragile in that form? DARN IT!!

- He gets pouty and whines a ton. Kiddo just wants to play and he can't do that anymore? Uncool!

- Oh well, at least you can't use the "I'm not human" excuse when he asks if you're ever gonna marry his dad like this, hehe!

Bluudud

- He doesn't care as long as you can still watch his streams

- That is until he realizes that like this you can't use the "no images of me are allowed online" excuse since you aren't a Toon anymore. Now, get over here and STREAM WITH HIM

- Except you get hurt when he grabs you and thus gets pissy since he can't play with you either

- Out of the kids, he's the only one low-key fine with the change, even if he'd like you to be able to go back to normal already

Pr3tyPriincess

- Tweaked out when she grabbed you to put a bow on you and you just... died

- HATES your human form. If c00lkidd was mad about it, she will figure out a way to punch the Spectre. She WILL.

- Nothing worse than a princess scorned guys.

- Now she can't make you pretty without killing you by accident! That's stupid!

- She's so mad that she and c00lkidd are desperately trying to turn you back. Because, unlike c00lkidd, she has NO REASON to want you like this

- GO BACK TO NORMAL ALREADY!!!!!

1x1x1x1

- Not gonna seperate em into Betrayed and normal so it's just 1x in this

- Lemme just say my fella ferally cackled the moment they recognized you

- They were actually chasing you down when you transformed so they were chasing you and you kept... falling over since you're legs were different and you kept tripping on things since it was all so different

- Well that got rid of all the fun

- Not they're yelling at you to run as you have no idea what just happened, until they pick you up and start forcibly helping you learn how to walk

- Complained the entire time. Still makes fun of you for it

- Honestly, even if you were hell to kill before it was better than this

- Wants you to change back but likes that it's easier to bully and kill you like this

John Doe

- Man fucking grinned when he realized you were human

- Trapped you in a corner and had fun maiming you while lowkey flirting with you the whole time

- You were very confused

- Then he gets annoyed at how much weaker you are. Even your Twisted form is weak! Pathetic!

- Still tries to kill you, just is annoyed that- even if he can- it's too easy. Not the fun fighting with you has where he has to figure out new strategies to actually get the upper hand

- He doesn't like this. GO BACK TO NORMAL

Jason

- He likes he can actually kill you now.

- Doesn't have too many other opinions outside of you don't talk to him much like this

- So just stay like this and talk to him more and he's happy

Mafioso

- On sight you have the entire mafia protecting you

- ANYONE harms you and it's on sight

- If you get a scratch and Elliot's alive that man is being carried over to heal you (he was already on his way but still)

- Mafioso is literally by your side at all times whenever he's the killer. Hell, man fucking broke the laws of the game and manifested at the cabin to protect you there too

- Touch you and they're dead

- But honestly Mafioso doesn't care what form you're in, but he likes how he has more of an excuse to hang around you. The goons are just sad it's not easy to carry you around anymore like this.

- So Mafioso doesn't care if you're human or not and the goons want you back into your Toon form for easy piggyback rides where you aren't smacking your face into doorframes

Noob

- Even if you're Toon form is cute, you're still cute like this!

- And your Twisted form isn't as terrifying, so they like that!

- They're just hanging around you and lending you some of their items, trying to help you out as you get used to your new and more vurnerable role

- They're clearly much less scared of you like this, but is terrified of Mafioso being basically duct-taped to your side. Mafioso may not be trying to hurt them right now, but still...

- So yeah, they'd like you to stay like this, but please tell Mafioso to go away...

Elliot

- You recieve ONE bit of damage and there's Elliot, slinging a pizza at you at mach 12.

- He was slightly protective of you before, but now he's borderline overprotective.

- Okay, it's not even borderline. He's just overprotective now

- You got flashbacks to Sprout, but Elliot is just trying to keep you from being harmed at all

- Still helps you cook, but is watching you like a hawk when you use a knife

- He refuses to let you be harmed or sustain damage for long periods of time

- He doesn't care if you're like this or not, but he'd rather not be constantly worrying about you so he'd rather you be a Toon again

007n7

- My guy had no idea what to do with you in your human form.

- That is until he realizes you don't really have any clothes...

- Good thing he's okay at sewing!

- Yeah he made you some new clothes for when you're like this. They're not professional or anything, but they work and are comfortable

- He tries to be casual about this, but it's hard

- He helped you figure out how fingers work

- ...get your mind out of the gutter, you freaks-

- He just helped you learn how to live life with them, okay??

- He likes you like this and feels a lot more comfortable with the idea of potentially dating you like this, but it's real tough getting used to you like this and not panicking over you potentially being hurt

- So yeah, he likes this but thinks it's best if you go back to normal...

Guest 1337

- Finally! He can actually protect you like this!

- He's just glad you have an excuse to rely on him now, since Mafioso can't always be around, and he's able to fend of Killers pretty well

- He's a wee bit overprotective, but it's almost reasonable considering your HP is very low, even if your stamina and abilities are pretty good with this tradeoff

- He just tries to stay at your side and ensure no one can harm you. He's lost a lot, and wants to make sure that never includes you.

- He usually has an arm around you to keep you close, that is unless a Killer is near, then he's going to beat them to a pulp until they go away

- He honestly prefers you like this because it means you'll need him for a long, long while. So yeah, stay human.

Builderman

- Was surprised to put it lightly. This was a really big and new change.

- He didn't hate it though. He was glad his Dispensers were of more of a help with you being a human.

- He also noticed pretty quickly you had a lack of clothes and gave you his jacket since you found how easily you got cold now. (Good thing you were still pretty short, even as a human)

- He didn't mind you like this or being a Toon, he just wanted to make sure you're okay. It doesn't matter if you're a Toon or not, he's gonna love you nonetheless. Just don't get hurt too much now, okay?

Shedletsky

- When he was told "something happened to you", he immediately was pissed and ready to defend you, all serious and shit

- Then he saw you as a human and his only reaction was "...god damm-"

- Any composure this man had died immediately.

- I don't think he'd dissolve into giggles and kisses like you said, but he definitely would be flustered due to how unexpected this was

- And because, god damn, you're pretty

- Yeah my guy is a good bit of a simp, hehe

- Good thing you two are already close so he spends more time around you to help get used to this quicker. That and can help defend your more fragile self

- He honestly prefers you like this. You're cute in both forms, but in this you seem to have a little less suffering. He likes that

Taph

- He was, quite frankly, startled to see you as a human.

- But you still understood him perfectly so nothing mattered too much, outside of you being a bit taller and... well... human

- You were much more sensitive (physically) now, so his bombs affected you much more when they flashed you.

- Yeah he panicked when he found out that and began to purposefully keep you away from his bombs so he wouldn't accidentally ever hurt you

- He loves you WAY to much to dare do that

- And seeing your fragile self? Yeah, even more traps were set up outside your cabin to keep you safe

- Honestly, he'd rather you return to being a Toon. That way you're in less danger.

Dusekkar

- He saw you and immediately knew you had no idea how humans worked

- He already taught you a lot about things you didn't know, so human anatomy was no difference

- He's honestly content with seeing how happy you are as a human, despite being much more fragile. You're a tortured soul, he knows that, so any moment you find peace is wonderful in his eyes(?)

- Anyways, now it's much easier to shield you. Though you are a lot more vulnerable...

- He doesn't care what form you take, all that matters is that you're happy in whatever you are, be it human, Toon, or Twisted.

Two Time

- ...unfortunately I must say that image is uncomfortably accurate to their reaction.

- They were super clingy

- If they weren't touching you, the world may have well as ended in their eyes

- An arm, tail, or wing (depending on their form) needed to be on you unless they were going to go stab someone or they'd start tweaking out

- The amount of times the others had to drag them away from you and yet they'd still show up like a minute later needs to be studied

- They even broke into your cabin despite all the traps through... lots of trial and error.

- But it was an interesting night when they got in

- Will I elaborate? No. :D

- They think you're devine and beautiful in all forms, but prefer your previous form due to a human form hindering your gift of eternal life (if only they knew your feelings on your immortality </3)

Chance

- Saw you and immediately made a bet that if he flipped heads he got to kiss you.

- He flipped like 12 tails in a row immediately but then got a heads and fucking cheered

- He kept doing this by the way

- Don't blame the guy, you're beautiful like this

- He felt a bit awkward considering you were designed for entertaining kids, despite being scrapped, but like this?

- All inhibitions went and died

- There were many kisses that day. If there were more, I'd never tell ;3

- Prefers you as a human. He loves you no matter what, but it feels more normal when you're human.

Jane Doe

- She was really startled when you were human, but you had even less of an idea how this happened than she did, so she didn't care too much

- Of course, you were a lot more fragile and she didn't like seeing you actually die and respawn in the lobby like the others

- She'd hang around you to help keep Two Time away from you

- Otherwise she acted like nothing changed

- Doesn't care what form you're in, but is more used to your Toon form and prefers you like that. If being human makes you happier though, she's content

[supernotnatural2005]

The Arrangement - Chapter Ten (End)

Pairing: Dean x Reader

Summary: Two years have passed since you and Dean finally lay everything out on the table, a lifetime of love and friendship, and it's about time it's made official.

Word Count: 8.2k

Warnings/tags: Smut (18+) Fluff!! Emotions are high in this one! and a surprise ending...👀

AN: Alright guys! We have officially reached the end of this series! It's been a ride and I'm so grateful for those who stuck around till the end and rode this journey with me! ��� It was my first time writing a full series and I hope you guys enjoyed this as much as I have! 😭❤️ (gifs not mine, found on google)

P.S. This chapter was originally 3k… 😉

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Dean exhaled sharply, rolling his shoulders as he stood in front of the mirror, adjusting his tie for what had to be the hundredth time. The reflection staring back at him felt surreal—like he was looking at someone else. Someone settled. Someone whole.

He huffed out a quiet laugh, shaking his head. If someone had told him two years ago that this was where he’d end up—with you—he’d have called them crazy.

A knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts.

Sam stepped in, already looking dangerously glassy-eyed.

Dean smirked. “You gonna cry, Sammy?”

Sam huffed a laugh, shaking his head as he stepped forward, resting a hand on Dean’s shoulder. “Just… proud of you, man. And happy for you. You deserve this.”

Dean swallowed. He hadn’t expected the weight of the moment to hit quite like this, but suddenly, it did. All those years—the two of you orbiting each other, pushing and pulling, too damn stubborn to admit what was obvious to everyone else. For so long, he’d been afraid to want this, to believe he could have it. But now?

He shook his head, smirking. “Jesus, if you start bawling, we’re gonna have to seat you in the back.”

Sam laughed, shoving him lightly before pulling him into a tight hug. Dean clapped his back, holding onto the moment longer than he’d admit.

Then, the door swung open again, and the rest of his friends poured in—Benny, Cas, Gabe—all wearing varying degrees of smug grins.

"Well, well, well," Gabe drawled. "Look at you, all cleaned up and looking respectable. Never thought I’d see the day."

Dean rolled his eyes, but Benny clapped him on the back. “You ready for this, brother?”

Dean didn’t even hesitate. “Hell yeah.”

Then, the door opened one last time, and John Winchester stepped in.

The room quieted just slightly—not out of tension, but out of the weight that John always carried with him. His gaze swept over Dean, taking him in.

“How you doin’?” John asked.

Dean let out a breath as he smoothed his hands over the invisible wrinkles in his suit jacket. “Good. A little nervous, but… good.”

John nodded, stepping closer. His sharp hazel eyes softened as he studied his son, and after a beat, he shook his head with a quiet chuckle.

“You know,” John started, rubbing a hand through his thickening beard, there was more and more grey beginning to run through it now, “I knew she was the one the moment you brought her home.”

Dean huffed a little shocked. He never thought his father paid much attention to his relationships, unless Dean was asking for advise about something. John had always been the kind of father who seemed absent, out of the loop per se but, if you ever needed him, poof he was there.

“Yeah?”

John smirked. “Damn right. You trailed after that girl like a puppy since the moment you met her.”

Dean scoffed, shaking his head. “That’s not true.” It was. But Dean wasn’t about to admit that, he had to keep some dignity at least.

John let out a low laugh, glancing toward Sam, who was already grinning. “Oh, it is. Everyone saw it—hell, you’d look for any excuse to be near her. You’d act like it wasn’t a big deal, but soon as she walked in a room, you lit up like a damn Christmas tree.” He chuckled along with the other men in the room, and then added,

“And if she so much as smiled at another boy?” He blew out a breath, like it was the damnest thing. “You’d sulk for hours.”

Benny let out a laugh, and Cas muttered a “it’s true” whilst Sam and Gabe outright cackled.

Dean huffed, rubbing the back of his neck. “Alright, alright, let’s not turn this into roast-the-groom day.”

John’s smile lingered for a moment before he took a breath, his expression growing more serious. “You know, that’s how it was for me with your mom.”

Dean blinked, straightening slightly at the sudden shift in tone.

John nodded. “She had me wrapped around her little finger before I even knew what hit me. Still does.” His voice softened. “Women like that, they keep you on your toes. They challenge you, make you work for it. But, son, there’s nowhere else you’d rather be. Nowhere better to be.”

Dean swallowed hard, something thick settling in his chest. He didn’t think he’d ever heard his dad talk about his Mom like that—not in a way that was this raw, this honest.

John held his gaze. “You found something rare, Dean. Something worth everything.” He let out a quiet breath. “I’m proud of you, kid.”

Dean felt his throat tighten, but before he could find the words to respond, John pulled him into a firm hug.

It caught Dean off guard for half a second, but then he exhaled, sinking into it. His dad wasn’t a man of easy affection—not by a long shot—but when he did something like this, it meant something.

And it warmed Dean straight through.

John clapped his back before stepping away, clearing his throat. “Now, let’s get you married.”

Meanwhile...

You smoothed your hands over the fabric of your dress, breathing in deeply as you stood in front of the mirror. The reflection staring back at you barely felt real.

The dress was perfect—elegant but effortlessly you. Every delicate detail, every soft fold of fabric. It was another thank you to Jo and her wizardry in dress picking.

Your fingers brushed over the locket resting against your collarbone—the one that had belonged to your mother, the one Dean had returned to you. It was your something old, something borrowed, and as you held it gently, your heart ached with the weight of her absence. But there was comfort in knowing that a part of her was with you today.

Behind you, the room buzzed with excitement as all the ladies in your life gathered.

“Holy shit,” Jo breathed, eyes wide and a little watery as she took you in. 

Charlie joined her, the both of them clinging to each other like proud aunts. 

Jess, ever the romantic, clasped her hands together, beaming. “You look absolutely stunning.”

Mary stepped forward with a warm smile, adjusting your veil with careful hands. Her touch was gentle, but you didn’t miss the slight tremble in her fingers.

“You’re glowing, sweetheart,” she murmured, voice thick with emotion.

She lingered, taking you in with soft eyes. Mary had been like a third mother to you for as long as you could remember—always there with quiet wisdom, unwavering support, and a love that felt just as fierce as if you were her own.

“I’ve watched you grow into this incredible woman,” she continued, blinking back tears. “And I’ve always known—always—that you were meant for my boy. No one else could love him the way you do.” A watery smile pulled at her lips. “And God knows, he needs someone like you.”

Your throat tightened, emotion swelling in your chest.

Mary cupped your cheek, her touch featherlight. “I’m so proud of you. And I know, without a doubt, that you and Dean are going to build something beautiful together.”

You let out a small, shaky laugh, squeezing her hand. There was a nervous energy thrumming beneath your skin, but it wasn’t the bad kind—it was the kind that came with knowing something life-changing was about to happen.

Then, a soft knock on the door.

Ellen and Bobby stepped inside, and the moment Ellen saw you, she gasped. Her expression softened as she reached for your hands.

"You look beautiful, baby." Her voice wavered just slightly, and when you saw the glisten in her eyes, it nearly broke you.

Ellen Harvelle never cried.

But today, she did.

"You always were a handful," she teased, blinking rapidly as if to stop herself from full-on sobbing. "But damn if I ain’t proud of the woman you’ve become. How grateful I am to be your mother.”

You bit your lip, fighting back the wave of emotion threatening to ruin all of Jess’s hard work on your makeup. You squeezed Ellen’s hands. "I love you, mom."

"I love you too, sweetheart.” She pulled you into her arms, holding you tightly, and for a moment, you just let yourself be held.

Jess sniffled. "Damn it, you’re making me cry already!”

A collection of watery chuckles rippled through the room as you pulled back, watching Jess and the other women dab at their eyes. But when Bobby stepped forward, the laughter faded, replaced by something heavier.

He looked at you, and for the first time in your life, you saw him struggle for words.

“Ah, kid…” Bobby murmured, voice thick as he took you in. “Your mom… she’d be so damn proud of ya.”

Your throat tightened instantly, tears pricking your eyes for the millionth time that morning. You pointed at him warningly. “Nope. Don’t you do that. Do you know how long this took?” You gestured to your face in emphasis.

A chuckle rumbled from Bobby’s chest, but the warmth in his eyes didn’t fade. He stepped closer, squeezing your hand.

“I mean it. You’re gonna be the best thing that ever happened to that idjit. Not that he don’t already know it.”

A watery laugh bubbled from your lips. “Thanks, Dad.”

Bobby cleared his throat, shifting slightly. “Now, uh… before we go, I just need to make sure you’re sure about this. ‘Cause once you marry into that family, there’s no gettin’ out."

“It’s true.” Mary added with a shrug and a chuckle.

You smirked. "Well, damn. And here I was thinking I could just return him if I changed my mind."

Bobby snorted as everyone else laughed. "You’re stuck with him, sweetheart." He sighed, squeezing your shoulder. "But I gotta say… I don’t think he’d ever let you go, even if you tried."

Your heart clenched, warmth spreading through your chest, because you believed so too.

"You ready?"

You took a deep breath, exhaling slowly and then—

“More than ever.”

The first notes of Canon in D drifted through the air, soft yet powerful, carrying with them the weight of the moment. The murmur of the guests faded, the world narrowing to the centre aisle where one by one, your loved ones took their places.

Sam stood tall at Dean’s side, ever the loyal brother and best man, while your bridesmaids passed Dean with knowing grins. He barely registered them, too caught up in the pounding of his own heart, in the way his fingers curled and uncurled at his sides, in the anticipation buzzing in his veins.

And then—

The doors at the end of the aisle opened.

Dean sucked in a sharp breath.

There you were.

The world fell away, dissolving into a blur of nothingness. His vision narrowed, locking onto you as you stepped forward, arm looped through Bobby’s. Sunlight streamed through the windows, illuminating you like something out of a dream—his dream. And damn, if he didn’t feel like the luckiest son of a bitch alive.

You were stunning, but more than that, you were you. The same girl who had been his best friend for more than a decade, who had driven him crazy and made him laugh harder than anyone. The same woman he had spent late nights with on the couch, teasing and pushing each other, pretending you weren’t falling long before either of you admitted it. You were the one who knew him better than he knew himself, who had stood by him through every fight, every high, every low.

And now, here you were, walking toward him, about to be his forever.

His throat tightened. His chest ached with the sheer force of everything he felt. And it took him a second to realise—damn it, he was actually crying.

Bobby’s grip on your arm was steady, though Dean didn’t miss the way the older man’s fingers clenched just slightly, like he was holding on for one last moment. Bobby had been your rock, your father in every way that mattered, and today, he was giving you away.

When you reached the altar, Bobby turned to Dean, meeting his gaze with the kind of silent understanding only a father figure could give. His eyes softened, but there was steel beneath them—a warning, a promise.

"You take care of her, ya hear me?"

Dean swallowed hard, nodding with confidence as he told him, “always.”

Bobby gave your hand one last squeeze before placing it in Dean’s, stepping back with a small, gruff sniff.

The warmth of your touch sent a shiver up his spine, grounding him, steadying him.

You looked up at him as you stepped up to the alter, eyes shimmering, lips curving into a small, breathless smile. “Hi.”

Dean let out a quiet, shaky laugh, shaking his head as he drank you in. “My god, you’re beautiful.”

Emotion swelled in your chest, thick and overwhelming, and as you stared into his eyes. Those same green eyes that had been home for as long as you could remember. You knew, without a doubt, that this was exactly where you were meant to be.

Every step that had led you here—every late-night conversation, every argument, every kiss, every stolen moment—had been leading to this.

To forever.

The reception was already in full swing, the room buzzing with laughter and clinking glasses, but everything quieted when Gabe stood, a smirk already tugging at his lips as he raised his champagne flute.

"Alright, folks, settle in," he started, flashing a wink at you before glancing at Dean. "Now, I had a whole touching, sentimental speech planned—real tearjerker, would’ve had you all sobbing into your drinks—but then I thought… nah, let’s tell the truth instead."

A ripple of laughter swept through the crowd, Dean shaking his head while you rolled your eyes fondly.

"This story? This epic love story? It didn’t start with a grand romantic gesture, or some movie-worthy meet-cute. Nope. It started… with a dream." Gabe let the words settle before arching a brow. "And not in the chase-your-dreams kinda way—though, to be fair, there was some chasing involved."

Laughter rippled through the room, Dean groaning as he dropped his head into his hand.

"Yeah, yeah, we all know what I mean," Gabe continued smugly, clearly enjoying himself. "But let’s be real, this was always inevitable. It was clear as day these two were made for one another, the rest of us were just waiting for them to catch up. And when they finally did? Well, let’s just say… history was made. And, in some small way, I’d like to think I played a part in that. Y’know, a guiding hand. A little nudge. A subtle push toward the right direction."

Dean snorted. "Subtle, my ass."

Gabe ignored him, raising his glass higher. "So, here’s to them—two people who took their sweet time figuring it out, but who got it right in the end. To love, to laughter, and to the two luckiest people in the world."

The room filled with cheers and the clinking of glasses, and you turned to Dean, shaking your head.

"You still sure we shouldn’t have revoked his speech privileges?" you teased, despite the tears in your eyes.

Dean chuckled, pulling you closer. "Nah, he’s an ass, but he’s our ass.” You hummed in agreement and allowed Dean to pull you in for a sweet kiss. 

Gabe clinked his fork against his glass again, clearing his throat dramatically. "Alright, lovebirds, enough of the mushy stuff, before you make us all sick. Let’s get to the part we’ve been waiting for." He shot a wink your way before grinning at Dean.

"Ladies and gentlemen, without further ado, it’s time for the bride and groom’s first dance!"

Another round of cheers erupted as Gabe lifted his glass in your direction, smirking. "Try not to step on her feet, Winchester."

Dean rolled his eyes as he stood, but then grinned down at you, taking your hand and guiding you toward the dance floor. Your heart pounded—not from nerves, but from the sheer overwhelming happiness swelling in your chest.

Then, the unmistakable opening chords of Ramble On filled the space.

You blinked, then let out a surprised laugh, shaking your head as you glanced up at him. "Seriously?"

Dean smirked, pulling you in close. "What? You really thought I’d let our song be anything else?"

You melted into him as he wrapped his arms around you, his hands resting warm and steady on your waist. The world faded, leaving just the two of you swaying together as Plant’s voice crooned through the speakers.

It was perfect.

From childhood best friends to navigating the tangled mess of emotions that came with your so-called arrangement. The night you finally admitted the truth—that you had always loved him. And whats more, so had he. You’d both been naive idiots thinking you could be anything other than this.

A year later, Dean had proposed.

He had done it under the stars in your father’s scrapyard, the place that had always been special to you as a kid, where you had felt closest to your mom. He had decorated it with fairy lights, roses, the whole nine yards, and when he dropped to one knee, looking at you like you hung the damn stars, you hadn’t even let him finish his speech before tackling him to the ground with your answer.

And now, here you were.

Your matching wedding bands, new but already familiar, warm against your skin.

Your arms around him, your heart pressed to his, exactly where you were always meant to be.

Dean pressed a soft kiss to your forehead, swaying with you in time to the music, his voice low as he murmured, "Took us long enough, huh?"

You smiled, tightening your hold on him. "Yeah," you whispered. "But we got here."

The song carried on, and as the tempo picked up, you felt Dean shift against you. His lips brushed your ear as he whispered, "You ready to really do this?"

Before you could ask what he meant, he pulled back, a devilish grin spreading across his face just as the beat kicked in. With a playful tug, he spun you out, making you laugh in surprise, and when he pulled you back, he didn’t slow down.

The two of you let loose.

Gone was the slow, tender sway. Instead, Dean twirled you, moving with an effortless ease that made your heart race for an entirely different reason. You chuckled, shaking your head at the fact Ramble on was your first dance song, but damn if it wasn’t so him—so you.

When the lyrics hit, Dean pointed straight at you, his voice loud and clear as he sang along, "I'm goin' 'round the world, I gotta find my girl—"

You didn’t miss a beat. Grinning, you sang right back, "I've been this way ten years to the day—"

The crowd erupted into cheers, the energy crackling through the room like wildfire. One by one, your friends and family got swept up in it—feet tapping, hands clapping, laughter spilling from every corner.

Charlie and Jo grabbed each other, twirling dramatically before rocking out to the familiar riffs, their hair flying as they head-banged in sync. Sam was pulled in by Jess, who grinned up at him with that determined look he never could resist.

Even Bobby, usually content to watch from the sidelines, let out a gruff chuckle before grabbing Ellen’s hand, the two of them stepping onto the dance floor like they’d been waiting for an excuse.

And then there was Gabe—fully committing to the moment, arms flailing, air-guitaring like his life depended on it. The sheer ridiculousness had you dissolving into laughter as you twirled in Dean’s arms, breathless, giddy, caught up in the rush of it all.

Your friends and family surrounded you, the circle growing tighter as the song surged on. Twirling, jumping, shouting the lyrics like you were at the best damn concert of your lives. It was wild. Chaotic. Perfect.

And through it all, Dean never let go of you.

No matter how much he moved, how hard he laughed, how off-key he sang, his hand always found yours. Always drew you back to him. Like he was tethered to you, like you were the one thing in the world he’d never lose sight of.

By the time the song came to an end, you were breathless, cheeks aching from smiling so hard. The room blurred around you, a hum of joy and celebration, but all you could see was him.

Dean pulled you close, his forehead resting against yours, his warm breath fanning across your lips as he panted slightly from the exertion. His green eyes, bright with mischief and something even deeper, locked onto yours.

“I love you, Mrs. Winchester.”

The way he said it—like he was savouring the words, letting them settle into his very bones—you knew he’d never tire of calling you that. And neither would you.

“And I love you, Mr Winchester.”

Dean’s smile was radiant, warmth and adoration shining in his gaze as he cupped your face, brushing his lips against yours in a kiss so soft, so reverent, it stole what little breath you had left. In that moment, with the music fading and the world narrowing to just the two of you, your heart felt impossibly full. Your soul, finally, was whole.

3 weeks later.

The soft sound of waves gently lapping against the shore blended with the distant chirping of tropical birds as the golden morning light seeped through the sheer curtains, casting a warm glow across the plush California king-sized bed.

A gentle breeze drifted in from the open window, carrying the scent of salt and sun-kissed sand, ruffling the gauzy fabric ever so slightly. The silky sheets were cool against your bare skin, a stark contrast to the lingering heat of Dean’s body beside you. With a contented sigh, you burrowed deeper, letting the warmth of the moment settle in your bones.

It had been a whirlwind since your wedding three weeks ago—an intoxicating rush of something long overdue. Of love, laughter and celebration with everyone who mattered most, all of which still echoed in your mind. 

Unfortunately, reality had hit fast afterward, with both of you needing to dive back into work almost immediately, your honeymoon put on hold until the vacation days finally kicked in. But now, you were here. Just you and Dean. Together. Alone in paradise.

And what a paradise it was.

Ten glorious, sun-drenched days in the Maldives, tucked away in your own private villa perched over the crystalline water. The white sand stretched like silk beneath your feet, the ocean a dazzling shade of turquoise that shimmered under the endless blue sky. Every morning felt like something out of a dream, like waking up inside a living postcard.

You’d always imagined a warm, beachy destination for your honeymoon—Hawaii, maybe the Florida Keys. Something close, something simple. But you never expected this. Your parents and Dean’s had banded together, insisting you take your first trip as husband and wife international. A wedding gift so extravagant it had left you both stunned, speechless even.

Of course, you knew why you and Dean had initially opted to keep things local.

Your lips twitched at the memory of the exact moment Dean had opened the gift, his expression shifting from excitement to sheer, unfiltered dread. Because the Maldives didn’t just mean a long flight. No, it also meant taking a seaplane to reach the private island resort.

Looking at him now, utterly at peace, snoring softly beside you, his upper body bronzed from days in the sun, freckles scattered across his golden skin like constellations, it was almost impossible to believe this was the same man who damn near lost his shit on both flights. The contrast was almost comical.

Gone was the stiff, panicked man who had sat ramrod straight in his seat, white-knuckling the armrests like his life depended on it. The man who had hissed “This is a terrible idea” every time the plane so much as dipped slightly. The same man who, when faced with turbulence, had squeezed your hand so hard you were genuinely worried about circulation loss. And when the seaplane landed on the water? He’d practically kissed the ground the moment you stepped onto the dock.

Your heart ached in the best way as you thought back on the past week—warm sand between your toes, the taste of tropical cocktails, the lingering press of Dean’s lips against your sun-drenched skin. Late nights filled with soft laughter and slow kisses, tangled sheets as you celebrated your marriage in the best way possible. 

It had taken you both a long time to get here, to this moment, but damn, were you happy.

Unable to resist, you swam through the sheets, moulding yourself against the familiar warmth of Dean’s body. Your fingers trailed across his chest, tracing over the scattered freckles like your own personal game of connect the dots, mapping out the skin you had come to know so intimately. 

Your touch was light, teasing, before finally settling over the hand resting on his stomach, now adorned with the simple silver wedding band that matched the ring on your own finger. A symbol of forever.

Dean stirred as the soft press of your lips ghosted along his shoulder, trailing kisses up the strong column of his neck. A deep breath shuddered through him, his muscles tensing before melting into your touch. He shifted fully onto his back, blinking his tired eyes open, only to be greeted by the most beautiful sight.

The soft glow of morning light behind you, your hair tousled, your eyes sparkling with warmth and mischief.

That damn smirk of yours.

His lips curled up at the edges, but before he could say anything, you leaned in, continuing your path of lazy, unhurried kisses along his jaw, your mouth warm and soft against his skin. His breath caught when your teeth grazed his pulse point, the sharp contrast sending a thrill straight through him. His eyes fluttered shut again at the feeling, his breath coming quicker. 

But then a thought, albeit fleeting, hit him. Why did this feel so familiar? 

However, his grip tightened instinctively on your waist, heat blooming low in his stomach as you suckled at his skin and he pulled you up, crushing his lips to yours in a slow, searing kiss.

Your tongue caressed his, your touch sending fire through his veins, and then your hand slid down his abdomen—fingertips just barely grazing the hard planes of his abdomen, slipping beneath the sheets with agonising slowness.

And that’s when it hit him. Just like Déjà vu.

The dream. 

This was exactly what he had pictured two years ago. The one thing that had shattered every illusion he had about what you were to him, the moment that had forced him to confront the truth—that he wanted you in ways he had refused to acknowledge before. That you were so much more than just his best friend.

It had led to The Arrangement. The realisation. The confession. Everything between then and now had stemmed from that dream.

And now, here you were. Not some figment of his imagination. You were real, you were his wife. 

And this time, there was no rude awakening. No air horn. No sudden jolt back to reality.

Just you and your fingers curling around his hard length in a teasing grip, that had his breath stalling in his throat.

A dream literally come true. And damn, if this wasn’t a full circle moment. 

“Fuck.” Dean huffed, head falling back against the pillows as your touch grew more purposeful, the whole thing made more intense by this little realisation. You tugged him softly, playfully, the pads of your fingers stroking his heated skin with an almost lazy confidence, and Dean let out a long, shuddering exhale.

“Jesus, sweetheart,” he groaned, one hand gripping the sheets while the other tangled in your hair. “Feels so good, baby.” You hummed in response, pressing wet, open-mouthed kisses along his jaw, then down his throat, your pace never faltering as you worked him, watching the way he came undone beneath you.

Dean’s stomach tensed when you suddenly slid lower, a slow, teasing descent, your mischievous gaze locked onto his as you kissed your way down his chest. He sucked in a sharp breath, his entire body thrumming with anticipation as your lips trailed lower.

“Shit,” he rasped as you reached his lower abdomen, your teeth grazing over the sensitive dip of his hip. His cock twitched in your grip, thick and pulsing with need, and you smiled against his skin, amused at just how wrecked he already was.

“You okay there, handsome?” you teased, your voice warm and sweet, a sharp contrast to the absolute sin in your eyes.

Dean let out a strangled chuckle, shaking his head. “You know what you’re doin’.” 

“Mm. Maybe.” Your fingers tightened around him, stroking him once, twice, before your tongue darted out to tease the tip, swiping across the leaking head in one slow, torturous lick.

Dean’s hips bucked on instinct, a wrecked groan spilling from his lips. “Fuck—”

And then, without warning, you took him into your mouth, warm and wet and perfect, and his whole world tilted.

“Shit—baby—” His hand fisted in your hair as you hollowed your cheeks, taking him deeper, your tongue working him in a way that had his jaw clenching and his abs flexing beneath you.

You were relentless, sucking him down with slow, deliberate drags, your eyes locked onto his the entire time, like you wanted to watch him fall apart. And he was—fuck, he was unraveling at the seams, barely holding onto control. 

“You’re too good at this,” he rasped, his fingers tightening their grip in your hair. “So goddamn good. Fuck—gonna make me—”

But before he could lose himself completely, he forced himself to move, a growl ripping from his throat as he reached down and hauled you back up, capturing your mouth in a desperate, heated kiss.

“Not yet,” he murmured against your lips, his voice thick and rough, still breathless. “Wanna taste you, sweetheart.”

And then, in one swift motion, he flipped you onto your back, hovering over you, his lips trailing down your body, kissing, worshiping, taking his time to appreciate every inch of you.

His hands spread across your thighs, parting them, his breath hot against your skin as he settled between them. His mouth found your inner thigh first, teasing, his teeth grazing your sensitive flesh just to hear the way your breath hitched.

“Dean,” you whimpered, your hips shifting beneath him.

He smirked, dragging his lips up, and up, until he was right where you needed him. “Relax, sweetheart.” His voice was low, rough, filled with promise. “Lemme take my time with you.”

And he did.

He pressed a soft, lingering kiss against your clit before dragging his tongue through your folds, slow and deliberate, savouring you, his hands gripping your hips as he pinned you down, determined to make you feel everything.

You gasped, your fingers threading into his hair, your back arching off the bed as he worked you open with his mouth—licking, sucking, teasing, his tongue flicking against your most sensitive spot until you were trembling beneath him.

“Dean—”

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he murmured against you, his voice thick with hunger, dark with raw need. “Let me hear you.”

And so you did.

You didn’t hold back.

You cried out as two thick fingers slid deep into your dripping cunt, curling just right—hitting that devastatingly perfect spot he had long since memorised, learned by heart just to ruin you over and over again. Your back arched, muscles clenching as he pumped them in and out, each stroke dragging a fresh moan from your lips.

His mouth came away from you, slick with your arousal, his focus now solely on his hand as he fucked you with his fingers, determined, relentless. His wrist flexed, his pace quickening, the wet, obscene sounds filling the room.

Your thighs trembled violently, your body caught between the unbearable pleasure and the overwhelming pressure coiling deep in your core, rising fast, too fast.

“I know, baby,” Dean groaned, his free hand gripping your thigh, holding you wide open as you writhed, instinctively trying to fight what you knew was coming. “Don’t run from it. Let it happen. Give it to me.”

The raw command in his voice shattered you.

With a strangled cry of his name, your orgasm slammed into you, white-hot, electric, tearing through every nerve in your body. Your release poured out of you, soaking his arm, drenching the sheets beneath you. The sheer force of it left you shaking, gasping, completely wrecked beneath him.

And Dean all but growled.

“Jesus Christ,” he rasped, dragging his fingers from your pulsing cunt, watching in fascination as your slick dripped down his wrist. He lifted them to his mouth, keeping his gaze locked onto yours as he sucked them clean, groaning at the taste.

“Fuck, baby,” he murmured, his voice thick with admiration and something darker, something purely possessive. “Every time… I swear, it just gets better.”

Heat flushed through you, but the shame that once crept in at moments like this was gone.

Dean had stripped it from you, erased it with every moan, every praise, every time he worshipped the way your body responded to him. He loved this. Loved dragging you over the edge so hard, so deep, that you couldn’t hold back. Loved watching you come apart, seeing the proof of how fucking good he made you feel.

And fuck, did he make you feel good.

You swallowed, watching as he smirked, his hand gliding up your trembling thigh, rubbing soothing circles as he took in the mess between your legs like the goddamn masterpiece it was.

“So fuckin’ pretty,” he muttered, trailing his fingers through your slick folds, groaning at how sensitive you still were. His cock twitched from where it was trapped against the mattress. “And already dripping for more.”

You bit your lip, eyes half-lidded with need, your body still molten, still buzzing, but the hunger in his gaze sent another sharp pulse of arousal straight to your core.

“C’mere,” you murmured, crooking a finger at him, and Dean obeyed instantly, moving up your body with a predatory grace until he was caging you beneath him, his forearms bracketing either side of your head.

You grabbed the back of his neck, yanking him down for a kiss that was all tongue and teeth, desperate and messy. You moaned into his mouth at the taste of yourself on his tongue, the way he devoured you without shame. Your legs wrapped around his waist, heels digging into his lower back, tugging him closer, needing him now.

Dean chuckled against your lips, low and husky, cocky as ever, but fuck, he loved you like this—needy, impatient, desperate for him. He rolled his hips, his thick cock gliding through your soaked folds, coating himself in your slick, teasing you both with the friction.

“Dean,” you whined, your nails biting into the firm muscles of his back.

He groaned, his head dropping into the crook of your neck. “Goddamn, baby—”

You whimpered as the head of his cock caught at your entrance, your whole body arching, pulsing, silently pleading.

“Baby, please,” you breathed into his ear, your voice drenched in pure want.

And fuck—Dean couldn’t deny you anything when you begged like that.

With a deep, shuddering breath, he tilted his hips and pushed in, inch by glorious inch, stretching you open, filling you to the brim.

A guttural groan ripped from his throat as he bottomed out, buried to the hilt in your tight, throbbing heat. His forearms trembled where they held him up, his jaw clenched as he fought for control, fought against the primal urge to pound into you, to take you the way he needed to.

“Jesus Christ,” he gritted out, his forehead dropping to yours. “You’re perfect.”

You gasped, your walls fluttering around him, nails dragging down his back, your body begging for more.

“Fuck me, baby,” you pleaded. “Please—”

And with that, he was gone.

All restraint shattered.

Dean fucked you, deep and unrelenting, hips snapping against yours with a rhythm that had you keening, moaning, gasping his name like a prayer. His hands were everywhere—gripping your hips, sliding up your stomach, palming your breasts, fingers finding your throat, owning you.

He growled against your lips, biting at your bottom one as he pulled back, eyes dark, feral. “This what you needed, sweetheart?”

You couldn’t even form words, just nodded frantically, lost in him, in the overwhelming pleasure he wrung from your body with every deep, punishing thrust.

“Goddamn, you’re so good for me,” he groaned, voice wrecked, his pace growing erratic as he felt you tightening around him, pulling him deeper. “Gonna come for me again, huh? Gonna soak my cock this time?”

You sobbed, your entire body trembling, on the edge of bliss so sharp it made you ache.

Dean reached between you, his fingers finding your swollen, neglected clit, rubbing tight, desperate circles.

That was it.

That was fucking it.

Your climax crashed over you, stealing every last bit of breath from your lungs, and you screamed his name as your walls fluttered around him, squeezing him like a vice, milking him for everything he had.

Dean groaned, long and deep, his hips stuttering, his body locking up as he spilled into you, filling you with everything he had, holding you tight, panting against your sweat-slicked skin.

For a long moment, neither of you moved, just lay tangled together, bodies trembling, completely spent.

Dean finally let out a slow, satisfied breath, brushing damp hair from your forehead as he kissed you, slow and deep, nothing but pure devotion in the way his lips moved against yours. 

“God, I love you,” he murmured between kisses, voice hushed and reverent, as if the words themselves weren’t enough to contain the depth of what he felt.

Your heart fluttered, as it always did when he uttered those three words, and your arms around his neck tightened, holding him closer.

“I love you too,” you whispered, pulling back just enough to meet his gaze, your fingers ghosting over his cheek. His green eyes softened as he leaned into your touch, letting out a contented sigh before turning his head to press a lingering kiss to your palm.

And then a quiet huff left his lips as he dropped his head onto your chest, the weight of him grounding you, comforting in a way you could never quite put into words. Without a second thought, your fingers drifted into his sweat-slicked hair, combing through the damp strands, soothing him as exhaustion slowly pulled you both under.

“I can’t believe this will be our last night here,” he mumbled into your skin, his voice thick with sleep.

You hummed in agreement, a pang of sadness settling in your chest. This place, this little bubble you’d created together, had felt like a dream—one you weren’t quite ready to wake up from.

“Maybe we should just move here,” you murmured playfully, a small smile tugging at your lips. “Quit our jobs and stay forever.”

Dean let out a lazy chuckle, his breath warm against your skin. “Don’t tempt me.”

You pressed a kiss to the top of his head, feeling him snuggle closer, his breathing deep and even. Within moments, sleep, once again, claimed you both. 

A couple of hours later, the sharp grumble of your stomachs had dragged you both from your unplanned nap. The two of you groggily peeled yourselves from the tangle of sheets, reluctantly leaving the comfort of your bed to shower and dress. 

The day passed in a slow, blissful haze—lounging on the terrace, nibbling on fresh fruit and pastries, talking about home, about work, about everything and nothing at all.

As the evening approached, you had one last dinner reservation at the resort’s restaurant. Dean opted for a quick dip in your private pool while you got ready, the sound of water rippling as you slipped into a white, flowy sundress, the light fabric brushing against your ankles. You left your hair down, the soft waves cascading naturally over your shoulders—just the way Dean liked it. A touch of mascara, a swipe of lipstick, and you were ready.

“You look beautiful,” Dean’s voice was thick with appreciation as he appeared behind you in the mirror, his reflection stunning—his hair damp, torso bare and glistening with droplets.

You bit your lip, heat pooling in your stomach as he trailed his fingers over your exposed shoulder. Respectfully, he refrained from pulling you flush against him—knowing he’d soak your dress—but he still pressed a slow, lingering kiss to your skin.

Dean winked before stepping back, and with zero shame, dropped his shorts, giving you a perfect view of his delectable peach of an ass. He caught you staring as he looked over his shoulder, and with a cheeky grin gave his own firm cheek a light smack before stepping to the shower.

You were still giggling and shaking your head as you slipped on your sandals.

The restaurant was breathtaking—an open-air dining space set against the endless stretch of ocean, the sky painted in fiery hues of orange and pink as the sun melted into the horizon. Soft lanterns swayed gently in the evening breeze, casting a golden glow over the wooden tables adorned with crisp white linens and delicate floral arrangements.

The scent of salt and grilled seafood hung in the air, mingling with the distant hum of waves rolling onto the shore and light spoken conversations from the other guests.

Dean pulled out your chair for you before settling into his own across from you, already reaching for the menu with a familiar furrow of his brows.

“You know, we’ve been here all week, and I still don’t know what half this stuff is.” He let out a huff, rubbing a hand over his jaw. The two of you had tried different restaurants around the island, and while the menus varied, the dishes always seemed to push him slightly outside his comfort zone.

You giggled, shaking your head before deciding to take pity on him. “How about the steak?” You leaned over, tapping the menu where the 8oz fillet with sautéed potatoes was listed. “It’s about as close to a burger and fries as you’re gonna get.”

Dean followed your finger, eyes scanning the description with renewed interest before nodding. “Alright, yeah. I can work with that.” He flagged down the waiter, ordering you both a beer along with his steak, while you opted for grilled salmon with fragrant coconut rice.

When the food arrived, Dean eyed his plate warily, poking at the steak as if it might bite back. Clearly not used to the meat un-minced and patty-like. He cut into it, taking a tentative bite, chewing slowly as he mulled over the flavours.

“Well?” you prompted, watching him closely, lips twitching.

Dean let out a low hum of consideration. “It’s… not bad.”

You let out a laugh. “That’s practically a glowing review from you.”

He rolled his eyes, but a smile played on his lips. “Hey, I like what I like.”

Still, he indulged in the experience, even letting you feed him bites from your own plate after some playful coaxing. He’d grumble about it, but the way his eyes flickered with enjoyment every time he took a bite of your dish didn’t go unnoticed.

The night carried on in soft conversation and easy laughter, the warm glow of the lanterns reflecting in his eyes. And through it all, his gaze never strayed far from you—watching, adoring, committing this last night to memory.

Back in your villa, the island's natural warmth was thick in your hut with the scent of salt and jasmine as you pushed open the patio doors. Behind you, a familiar melody drifted through the space—the soft, unmistakable chords of Your Song filling the air as Dean messed with the vinyl player. The resort seemed to be a big fan of Elton, you'd noticed.

You smiled at the song choice, turning just as he held out a hand, a boyish grin tugging at his lips.

“Dance with me?”

Your heart melted, and without hesitation, you slipped your hand into his, letting him pull you close. His hands settled at your waist, yours looping around his neck, and he swayed you both to the slow rhythm. His chin rested atop your head, his fingers tracing lazy, absent patterns along the small of your back.

The gentle hum of Elton John’s voice wrapped around you both, the moment steeped in quiet affection.

“I hope you don’t mind, that I put down into words…” Dean sang along to the chorus, his voice soft and deep, trailing off as he smiled down at you.

“How wonderful life is, while you’re in the world,” he finished, his gaze holding yours, warm and full of something that made your chest ache.

Just as you rose on your tiptoes, he wasted no time meeting you halfway, capturing your lips in a kiss—slow and deep. The warmth of his body, the press of his hands against you, the way he kissed you—it all built into something deeper, something more desperate.

But then—

A sharp pang shot through your stomach.

You froze, your breath hitching. Then, it twisted, turned, and a wave of nausea slammed into you so suddenly, you barely had time to shove Dean back before sprinting to the bathroom.

“Shit—sweetheart?”

Dean was at your side in an instant, gathering your hair as you lurched over the toilet, emptying your stomach. His warm hand rubbed slow, soothing circles over your back, his voice laced with concern.

“Do you think it was the food?” he asked, frowning.

You let out a weak breath, wiping your mouth. “Maybe,” you murmured, though doubt crept in. If it was the food, wouldn’t Dean be sick too? He had shared bites of your meal, after all. However, another wave of nausea hit you and had you hugging the toilet bowl once more. 

You spent the rest of the night curled on the cool tile floor, Dean refusing to leave your side. He wiped your clammy forehead, whispered reassurances, cradled you against him when you finally had nothing left to give.

By the time the early morning light filtered through the windows, you were drained, barely able to crawl into bed.

When you woke a few hours later, your body was still heavy with fatigue, your stomach uneasy, but you managed to push through, packing sluggishly as Dean went to check out.

You were in the bathroom, collecting your toiletries, when your gaze landed on something that made your breath hitch.

Your box of tampons.

Unopened.

A strange, uneasy feeling settled in your chest as you stared at it. Slowly, you did the math in your head, counting back the days, trying to recall the last time you’d needed them.

Two weeks late.

Your stomach flipped—not from nausea this time, but from something far more terrifying.

No. No, it was impossible.

You were on the pill. You took it religiously.

But they aren’t always foolproof, your annoying voice of reason argued.

A sharp breath left you as you stared at the box, heart hammering in your chest. However, a thought hit you. You remembered finding it on your first night here. 

Rummaging through your toiletry bag, you exhaled in relief when your fingers brushed against it. A pregnancy test. One Charlie had slipped in as a joke—a homage to her annual Twilight binge—thinking she was hilarious. And right now? You were thanking her ridiculous sense of humour.

“Right. You’re just being irrational,” you whispered, trying to calm yourself. “You just ate something bad and your body rejected it. It’ll be negative and you’ll feel real stupid for freaking out over nothing.”

Your fingers fumbled with the packaging as you ripped it open, barely noticing the way your hands shook. Luckily, you needed to pee anyway, and with a deep, steadying breath, you settled onto the toilet, slipping the stick between your legs.

When Dean returned, the sight of your half-packed suitcase made his stomach tighten. You weren’t in the main room where he’d left you.

Had you gotten sick again?

The thought unsettled him. He’d spent the entire walk back hoping last night had been a fluke—that you wouldn’t suddenly take a turn for the worse, forcing him to figure out where the hell the nearest hospital was on this island.

You looked better this morning. Tired and a little pale, but no vomiting. No fever. That had been enough to ease his nerves—until now.

Then, he saw the bathroom door slightly ajar.

Quietly, he stepped forward, pushing it open. You were sitting on the edge of the bathtub, head down, shoulders tense.

“Hey, is everything o—” His words died in his throat when his gaze landed on the object grasped tightly in your hands. A little white stick.

His heart spiked.

At the sound of his voice, you looked up, eyes wide and alarmed, not easing his nerves at all. 

“Dean,” your voice wavered, barely above a whisper. “I’m pregnant.”

AN: Now... I have a confession. I had originally ended this at the wedding, but inspiration struck. And maybe stubbornness to finish up with these two. So the honeymoon was added and thus the premise to... *drum roll*... The Predicament. A sequel series that will follow Dean and the reader becoming parents. That's right! This isn't the last of this pair. 🤪 Also want thank you all so much for reading and sticking with me throughout this series! I hope you're all excited for another adventure with these two! 💙

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[picturejasper20]

Steven Universe as a character is someone who has been mischaracterized and flanderized over the years, to the point people who aren't into the fandom or haven't watched the show believe that mischaracterization to be a fact rather that a product that comes from memes and jokes

The truth is that Steven often fights in the series when it is needed, usually by fusing with someone else like Connie or Amethyst since he is still developing his powers in the original series. He doesn't cry when he has to fight back or defend himself, with exception if the person attacking is someone he considers a friend. Because, yes, for a 14-15 old teenager it isn't fun having to do something like that and it can be traumatic.

He also doesn't start to cry the moment someone refuses to change their mind or is being mean. He often isn't afraid to be sarcastic or call that person out. He didn't cry when Aquamarine mocked him in ¨Stuck Together¨ nor when Jasper didn't apologize for poofing Amethyst in ¨Crack the Whip¨

However, what we see is sometimes him blaming himself for not being able to help people that, more often than not, have been hurt by Rose Quartz, his mother, in some way. After Season 3, Steven fears a lot that he is going to become like Rose and he is going to hurt people the way like she did.

In general Steven deals with an Atlas complex in the show. He feels like he has to fix his mother mistakes and deal with ¨what she left behind¨ even when Rose wanted for him to be his own person as seen in the tape she left for him as it was revealed in the episode ¨Lion 4: The Alternate Ending¨.

Steven also defines his identity a lot for being to help other people and fix their problems. He believes that he has to be ¨useful¨ for others. So when he believes that he failed to help someone, that may lead him to think that he isn't living up to his ¨purpose¨ or that he is a failure as a person.

In reality, he isn't that much different from other hero protagonists from other animated shows. Those who are kind and emphatic and willing to listen to other people and give them a second chance if the person changes their ways. You probably like an animated show that has a protagonist like this. (Who was probably taken inspiration from Steven if the series came out after SU).

The main difference, i think, is that Steven goes a bit more than those protagonists do when it comes to listening to other people, understand their motivations and give them another chance if they regret their actions. A lot has to do with how he is aware that his enemies (usually gems) act the way the do because of the system they were born into rather ¨they are evil just because¨. He gets that their motivations come from the system that hurt them or lead them to believe that their actions are justified.

Another common mischaracterization is that Steven becomes super buddies with every person he helps...when this isn't always the case. There are some occasions that Steven shows discomfort around people who he has given a second chance. Just because he gives them a second chance doesn't mean that he immediately considers them close friends, maybe allies at best.

A good example of this is the gif above of Steven's interactions with White Diamond in ¨Homeworld Bound¨. White Diamond touches Steven very close to where his gem is- which makes Steven distressed since in his battle again White, she ripped his gem out to prove that Pink was still ¨alive¨. In most of the episode Steven shows to be very uncomfortable around the Diamonds and Spinel, to some extent. They bring him bad memories, which is the main reason he has been doing everything to avoid going to them to ask for their help until this point in Steven Universe Future. He even almost accidentally hurts White's gem by smashing her head against a pillar when she lets him control her to talk to himself. This being result of a intrusive ¨vengeful¨ thought.

I wouldn't say that Steven hates the Diamonds,but- he doesn't want to be their friend neither and wants to avoid in general because he feels nervous and bad around them. It's something like ¨I'm glad that you are changing but i don't want to be associated with you. Please, i would appreciate if you kept your distance from me.¨ dynamic.

On last point, Steven is someone who usually pushes his feelings down in certain situations and buries them down, which has led him to have strong emotional outbursts in bad moments. He usually prefers to ignore his own problems and take priority on others. Again, this comes a lot from his desire to be useful and be needed, making him trying to ignore how he feels about certain people and pretend that he is doing fine.

This explains why we don't see him lash out that much to others in the original series, and, why he feels so frustrated and angry in Future, since all that anger and negative feelings can't no longer be ignored as they used to and they are having a negative impact in Steven's mental health. This, of course, isn't meant to be seen is a healthy coping mechanism. It is in fact potrayed as something pretty self-destructive for Steven, as a huge flaw of his, that over time he comes to learn that it isn't the best way for him to deal with his problems.

These are some of the most common misconceptions i have seen about Steven's character online. I could go in more depth with some of them but i think the points should be clear enough. This could be considered a general analysis of how Steven is as a character and how he operates, leaving aside more specific things that can be covered in other posts.

[quietplace26]

Okay but what about Celestia interfere the moment Neuvilette exile Furina!MC? Like they just raised an eyebrow and decide that 'she is a god now because we want to', immediately gave Furina!MC the power at the exact moment people start to cursing at her and bcs the power is so sudden, Furina!MC can't control them and accidentally send the ppls that start badmouthing slamming to the ground, unable to get up (like gravity power if u understand what I mean)

Yes. Just yes.

Celestia just pops in, like saying 'yo mortals-' takes one look at Furina!MC, and snaps their fingers, and POOF! Gone the rags and shackles, and in place a outfit fit a Goddess.

They make this grand speech that Furina!MC was still the goddess that ruled Fontaine cause. They. Like. Her.

And Celestia looks Neuvillette straight in the eye, tutting at him for turning his back on his mate so easily.... And when he knew the truth as well.

Furina!MC looks at him with more betrayal, and Neuvillette refuses to look at her-

And she snaps.

Flash forward an hour later and a panting, crying Furina!MC stares down at a beaten Neuvillette, cursing him to hell and back, and then drops the bombshell.

"I'm pregnant."

And she cuts him off before he could say anything-

"And as of today, you lost any right to even claim it as yours. This baby, MY baby, has no father. Just. Me."

And the crowd of once cursing and petty humans part like a red sea when she stalks back into the Court of Fontaine, now the true ruler of the nation of justice.

Whether or not she exiles Neuvillette, it's debatable. On one hand it would be the perfect revenge, but on the other... She wanted him to see her, his ex-mate, the one he threw away and nearly exiled on the weak excuse of justice, take care of the child, the child that was supposed to be both his and hers.

He'd have to live with the misery of not only his hatchling not calling him papa, or even being able to talk to her, but he'll also have to live with the misery of working for Furina!MC, as nothing but her judge and nothing more.

No loving looks or kisses, shy hugs and cuddles, just cold distance and disgust.

And if Furina!MC ever decided to date again, that's only more misery on Neuvillette's part as it's rubbed into his face on what he lost by his own hands.

Oh, and as for your idea about Gravity power Furina!MC, I imagine her having similar abilities to Chuya Nakahara, with his ability over gravity. Hell, I think I can imagine Furina!MC even dressing similar to him or even mafia Dazai if she went down a dark path.

[littlelambscandyland]

Something New (1/2)

Yandere Beetlebabes x Little!Reader

Warnings- Yandere behavior, Implied kidnapping, Lydia and Beetlejuice are married, Implied forced relationship (them to reader), Angry Beetlejuice, Scared reader, Age regression (obvi)

Notes- I watched Beetlejuice Beetlejuice and decided I want both of them to both adopt and date me, so here's a story of yandere beetlebabes finding out reader regresses.

It was terrifying and you couldn't help but cry. The monster morphing and shifting into pure nightmares.

"Heyya, what's with all this show? You normally laugh at this stuff." Beetlejuice says as he snaps the beast out of existence.

Your mind was much too small to comprehend the lack of danger from your captor. The sobs racked your body and you shook trying to pull the covers over yourself.

"So what you're just gonna be a brat today? Is that it?" He asked, getting angry.

Your breathing increased and though your mind was small you wanted to prove it wasn't him that was the problem, or at least not him physically. In between the lumps of tears you reached your arms out to him. They didn't make it too far out of the blanket before you simply squeezed your hands hoping he received your message.

He seemed skeptical. Here you were sobbing into the pillow, and yet you were beckoning him closer. Hands making a grabbing motion at him. What the hell were you up to?

Beetlejuice however did oblige. Sitting on the bed he stares before laying down on his side. He's confused when you bury your face in his suit. You cling to him desperately and he isn't sure what to do.

Normally when you get upset you try to send him away. Of course it normally just leads to a punishment, so maybe you'd just finally learned your lesson? No that couldn't be it. You were too stubborn, too hard headed, to give in like this. You seemed so much more fragile than before.

"Hey uhh, sweetheart, you still in there?" He asks when he notices you've stopped crying.

His gravel voice rattles you for a moment. You'd slipped so quickly since the moment you woke to the horrific face. Your sense of danger is long gone as your younger mind feels safe with his arms wrapped around your waist.

"Answer me." Beetlejuice commands evenly, he wasn't liking any of this.

His only response was a mumble of vowels. A bunch of noises that made very little sense.

Your finger traces one of the lines on his suit. Your mind is practically empty and you start to hum to yourself. All you truly knew was how comfortable you felt.

Suddenly he's gone. You shoot up in your bed and look around frantically. Sharp breaths come from your lungs and suddenly your tears are back, but so is he.

Beetlejuice looks at you with confusion and anger before he blows up. He paces around the room and yells. He jumps and he squats in front of you. He looks like a football player the position he ends in.

You simply watch with tears streaming down your face. You try to apologize for upsetting him. Your mind recognizes his distress and wants to help him help you, but the mumbles do little to get your point across. Even if you weren't all aware what point it was.

Once again he poofs out. The exit leaves you on edge. The loneliness creeps in on you quickly.

Within a few minutes Lydia enters the room. She notices you shaking under the covers, and despite Beetlejuice's story she wonders if he didn't do more to you.

Her hand comes down onto your shoulder slowly. She rubs soft circles with her fingers. From what Beetlejuice claims, you're having a hard day. As ready as she was to tame your anger she didn't want to start a fight.

"What happened, love?" She asks you calmly.

You didn't crawl out from the blankets. Instead you keep the warmth and sob at her from beneath them.

"Honey, I can't understand you." She says furrowing her brows. "I'm going to take off the blanket, alright?"

Your teary eyes meet her concerned ones, and she wonders what was going on with you. You had your moments and she understood that. Her and Beetlejuice uprooted your life and forced you into their world and their marriage. With all that, however, you'd never acted like this before.

You let her move you up, and the second she did you latched onto her like she was your life force. Your jumbled speech made no sense, then again when she thought about it... You were kind of acting like a young child.

"Beetlejuice!" She called out to him. The noise making you flinch slightly, burying yourself deeper into her arms.

"Yup." He responds appearing immediately.

"Where's the phone?" Lydia asks.

"Right here." He presents it proudly to her. "Ya find out what's wrong with 'er?" He questions back.

She doesn't answer him for a moment till her eyes light up and she hands the phone back to him on a new screen.

"What the hell does this mean?" He questions her again.

She looks at him incredulously before turning her attention to you who has taken to chewing on her shirts button.

"Baby," She cooes. Your eyes brighten slightly. "Hold up your fingers." You obey. "Can you hold up how many years old you are?" She asks.

It takes you a minute. Trying to capture the concepts of numbers, counting the amount. Finally you hold a few fingers, truly you had no idea if that was true but it felt like the right amount to you.

Lydia smiles. "Age regression."

"Yup, that's what the phone says." Beetlejuice agrees.

She rolls her eyes at him. She moves you away from her chest and bounces you a bit in her lap.

"That's what's going on with you, hmm? You are just too little to do much else." She leaves a kiss on your nose when you shy away.

"Hmm," Beetlejuice hums. "So what I'm hearing is I get the chance to be a real daddy!" He exclaims excitedly.

Lydia simply nods at his response and makes room on the bed for him to sit.

"Guess I should apologize for gettin all angry huh pumpkin?" He asks you with a pout.

Lydia allows him to take you from her arms. The lovestruck look never leaving her eyes.

Beetlejuice bows his head dramatically before saying, "I hope you can forgive me for my, uhhh, indiscretions."

The action causes you to giggle a bit as you don't quite understand what he's doing but the face he made was funny

Lydia smiles a bit. "I don't think she has a single clue what you're trying to do.'

He swaps his head between the two of you quickly. "Well damn."

[crypt-keepers-den]

I need more of Astarion and his little spawns- You don't understand how much I fucking loved that fic, PLEASE WE NEED MORE DADDY STARION 😭😭😭

I DIED BUT NOW IM BACK ENJOY!

𝐋𝐢𝐭𝐭𝐥𝐞 𝐅𝐚𝐧��𝐬 (𝐃𝐚𝐝𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐨𝐧)

Astarion never claimed he'd be a good father, but as soon as your little ones arrived into the world he sure was the proudest. When Lyra, your oldest had been born he fainted (can vampires faint idk), and when you announced your pregnancy with your youngest, Caspian, he was elated and told anyone who'd listen that his darling was blessing him with a second child.

when your oldest was born he was too frightened to hold her, in fear that he'd hurt her, but after a long talk from you (and a stern talking from halsin who'd offered to help you deliver naturally) he did hold her, frozen in place however as he did so. "she's perfect my darling" soft silvery tears cascading down his pale cheeks as the new-born yawns, when your youngest was born, he was prepared this time, holding your hand with confidence as you brought a new life into the world, bringing your 1yr old daughter into the bedroom to meet her baby brother, the elf had a grin etched on his face.

becoming a parent is one thing, but a parent to a dhampir baby is another, when lyra started teething you found out the harsh way. One evening you had lifted the infant to breastfeed her, settling back down on the couch with the infant nestled to your chest as she contently latched, your adoring husband sitting next to you a book in hand, his free hand stroking the top of his daughter's head. "star, read that page again i was too focused on lyra" he nods starting again until he heard a sudden yelp from you, "my love whatever's wrong?" he watches you exam the giggling baby's mouth "holy Avernus, star she's got fangs!" his eyes widened at your discovering as he leans over to see what your talking about, your holding the drooling baby's mouth open to allow him to see the two little white points that had pierced through lyra's gum. His eyes widen now understanding what had happened causing him to laugh, earning him a rough slap to the shoulder and a stern glare. safe to say you switched from breastfeeding to bottle and continued to do so with your second born (not that it helped but it saved your poor breasts from being gummed on by your children atleast).

Astarion prided himself in his inability to say 'no' to his children, "papa can i has?" caspian stares up at his father with the same puppy dog eyes you use on him, "caspian no treats before dinner!" you'd call out, the little boy would then pout before looking back up at his daddy, "papa a'peas", oh dear your son has him in the palm of his chubby little hands, astarion cant remember his childhood anymore, nothing but faint smells of what he assumes is his mother's perfume, but he does remember having nothing when he was under cazadors control. And he had made a promise at each child's birth, they'd never suffer like he had and they'd want for nothing. in this scenario its astarion sneaking your son a cookie before dinner, the pair hiding under the kitchen table laughing "our little secret little starling" , "you two know i can see you right?" "quick run!". with choas ensueing as you chastise the pair for ruining their appetite for dinner.

"lyra please stopping scaring your brother with your bat form!", the first time your daughter had found out she could shift scared you shitless, toddler lyra suddenly poofing into a bat mid hiccup causing you and astarion to jump out of your skin, not knowing how to get lyra to turn back until she hiccups again poofing back and landing in a panicked astarion's arms while giggling at her parents panicked faces. Since then astarion had taught her how to use it properly, however she had a terrible habit of scaring her little brother with it, startling the tot causing him to wail and run to the nearest parent crying "a bwat!, a mama! a papa! noo!" earning lyra a scolding, you and astarion made her promise to not use her abilities in the cottage and not infront of her brother, not until he was a little older anyway.

(hey! im back with some dadstarion stuff! how are we all liking this? i could go on forever about dadstarion scenarios, what would you like to see?)

[idkhowtomakethis]

The Ghosts of Amity Park

Part 2

Danny could only dread this school year.

How was he supposed to go about nornal life when every now and then he'd just *poof* into thin air.

He'd gotten better at controlling it, but school was stressful, and stress tended to make his ghostly self take the wheel.

"Seriously, guys what if-"

"Danny freaking out isn't going to help," Sam asserted, wagging her finger at him like he was some sort if child.

He glared at her, glowy eyed and all. She hated when he did that, and he used that to his full advantage.

The consequences of her actions could bite her in the ass. They were already beating the shit out of him.

"You definitely can't do that at school," Tucker quipped, taking another bite of his ice cream.

Danny groaned, "Aren't you listening? I know! Thats the problem, I just start glowing or go invisible or- or I start floating! I swear its only getting worse."

Sam winced, drumming her finger anxiously against the sidewalk, "Maybe we should tell your parents?"

"Absolutely not! Are you crazy?! They'd flip their lids, for one- and then they'd probably go all experiment happy- I'm literally becoming the thing they hate!" Danny paused and stared into the empty road, "I am the thing they hate."

Tucker shook his head, "Dude you're parents love you. You're still their son, they won't hate you." He placed a reassuring hand on his friend's shoulder.

Danny simply shrank into himself, "...we can't tell them. Not till I get- this," Danny gestured wildly to himself, "under control."

Sam frowned, placing her own hand on Danny's back, "We'll help however we can."

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Thunder sounded, startling Danny from an already restless sleep. He sat up, senses telling him something was wrong.

It was more than thunder.

Danny acted on impulse; simply letting his feet take him where he needed to go.

The basement? Danny hadn't been down in the lab since the accident.

Now, almost two months later, he found himself looking at that energy conduit- but instead of a dark hole of copper and wires was a bright green glow.

His gut lurched.

A little boy stood in the center of the lab, the only indicator that he was not of this world? He was blue.

"Will you be my friend?"

Danny didn't know how to respond, the kid seemed pretty innocent, but he was also a ghost.

Instead he got closer, what was he even going to do with him?

"Do you have any friends?" Danny asked, figuring it'd be a bad idea to make any agreements with the dead.

"No, they all left."

"Well- that's sad," Danny paused. What was he supposed to do? He looked at the conduit, and back at the boy.

He hummed, reaching out his hand for the boy to take, "Do you know where they went?"

"I don't know," the boy sniffed, gripping Danny's hand.

It was cold as ice, frost crawled up his hand but it didn't hurt. Weird.

"Lets go find them," Danny walked towards the conduit, stepping into the green energy- something familiar filling his chest.

The world buzzed around him, and the boy next to him began to cry.

"You're not my friend!" The boy let go of Danny's hand and he ran into the the strange world before them.

It was warped and weird and Danny couldn't quite grasp it. It felt like it was trying to pull him in, but almost begrudgingly.

Oh come on, now he wasn't even good enough for the freaky spiraly nasty neon world that just...appeared.

Danny sighed, turning back the way he came.

As he stepped back into the laboratory, he noticed how different everything looked. Colors weren't the same everything was simultaneously less and more saturated; he felt like he had put on some funky sunglasses. His sense of touch felt dull- nothing was cold or room temperature, it was hard to describe but he felt nothing.

Should he be panicking?

Danny moved through space, but he didn't feel his legs moving.

As he passed the emergency sink, the mirror caught his eye.

Bright green eyes stares wildly at him, and he finally understood just why Sam hated it so much. His face and body were the same but he looked wrong.

Forget the white hair and green eyes, he was glowing and looked reminiscent of one of those insanely detailed cgi phantoms from a horror movie.

His breath hitched as he looked at his mouth. No- no it wasn't- it wasn't that weird green.

Danny opened his mouth wide, observing that his tongue and gums were in fact that same eerie green that glowed from his eyes.

He didn't like this. He wanted to be Danny again, not whatever this was.

He squeezed his eyes shut, "My name is Daniel Fenton, I am 16."

"My name is Daniel Fenton, I am 16."

"MY NAME IS DANIEL FENTON!"

Danny opened his eyes. He was back to normal. Blue eyes, black hair, reddish pinky gums- all was in order.

Danny sighed in relief.

Maybe it was a fluke.

Maybe he was dreaming.

He hoped he was dreaming...but he knew he wasn't.

This would be the last time he came to the lab.

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Part 1

[xxch3rryl0v3xx]

RANT ABT CHAPTER 54-55 FROM NEVERMORE

I will never forget for Will was treated in this episode

When Berniece was attacking Will, she possibly held herself back and was only trying to sedate will without poofing him. Only making him act a bit loopy. (Or as she said “Sozzled”).

They specifically waited until Montressor was conscious to continue their assault instead of trying to poof will in the mean time. They only have their eyes on Monty to harm and instead are trying to remove Will to avoid him getting hurt or killed.

When Monty starts to insult Both of the girls Will starts to tell him to stop. Which was a signal to Eulalie and Berniece that Will is not like Montressor at all and does not want to get on their bad side. After Eulalie sees this, it then prompts her to feel bad for Will when he tried to help Montressor, just to be pushed away

Eulalie told will that for his own personal good he should go away and not witness Montressor get Poofed, because she knows how much he cares about Montressor.  You can see her eyes soften when talking to Will and then immediately harden when it comes to Monty.

Once Eulalie and Berniece find out that Will took Montressor’s place they immediately feel shocked and upset. Eulalie even stays with Will for a bit to possibly comfort him. Berniece looks slightly solemn when she figures it all out and pounces onto Monty while calling him a coward and a Low-Life.

Also in this screenshot you can see Will blaming himself in the background while Eulalie sits in front of him like a mother comforting their crying child. 

This is an inference from me: I think that when you see Eulalie’s hand slightly reaching out towards him, that’s her try to stop him from hitting himself or trying to get the spikes from out of his back.

Or maybe I’m just crazy 

(*´ー｀*)

Anyways, I’d love to see what they do with him in season 2. As much as I love this toxic relationship because of how well it’s written. I’m excited to see how and if William Willson (my he for his full name) breaks out of this cycle with toxic cowboy boyfriend

[thatonesonicfanfictionwriter]

Posting the oneshot separate because it's not showing up anywhere-

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“A Well-Kept Secret.”

Pairing: Shadow x Transfem! Reader

Requested: Yes.

Description: When some of your old bullies move into your new home town, you struggle to keep you being a trans girl a secret out of fear that your new boyfriend, Shadow, won’t accept you.

Notes: Now–I am not a trans person myself, but I hope I do this request well regardless. [Name] will use She/They pronouns, and the dead name will be blurred out. Enjoy!

(TW: Swearing.)

(Not proof-read/beta-read.)

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You were happy as all could be. I mean, in your position, why wouldn’t you be?

You just got a new partner, the legendary Shadow the Hedgehog for crying out loud, and society had finally accepted you as a girl.

Or so you hoped.

While walking down the street, holding the hand of your partner, you heard that dreaded name again.

No - your dead name.

“Is that (######)?” A voice asked, causing your breath to hitch and your fur to poof up slightly, your hand unintentionally gripping onto your partner’s hand harder than you expected, causing him to become confused.

“Holy crap, it is (######)! I never thought he’d show his ugly mug near us again!” Another voice says, letting out a laugh.

“[Name]?” Shadow questions, looking at you, an eye ridge raised slightly in confusion. “Is everything alright?”

Coming out of your shock, you give him a small nod, muttering that they’re just your old bullies.

“Bullies?” Shadow questions.

You politely ask him not to push it. You just want to get the errands over and done with and get home.

“Alright…” Shadow says. He doesn’t say anything else, but his thumb rubs the back of your hand in a comforting manner, causing you to let off a small smile.

The rest of the day goes without issue, luckily, but you still feel tense.

Why were your old bullies here? Why did they remember you? How did they remember you? How long were they staying in your town?

Letting out a shaky sigh, you take a deep breath to calm yourself. You have a feeling Shadow wants to talk. After all, you and him promised to talk about any issues.

But you’re not ready to tell him you’re trans. Not yet.

What if he hates you for it? Breaks up with you due to it? Tells all of your friends and-

…

You force yourself to take another deep breath to ground yourself. Those are just old, bad memories resurfacing.

You’ll tell him when you’re ready.

A knock on your door cuts you out of your thoughts. You mention that the door is unlocked, and that he may come in.

The door opens to reveal Shadow, who closes the door behind him, crossing his arms as he usually does.

“So. Want to tell me what that was about?” Shadow questions.

You pat the spot next to you on the bed, and he comes over, sitting down next to you with his arms still crossed.

You mention that those mobians were bullies from your highschool year who bullied you for the way you dressed and acted. They bullied you for liking cute things and long dresses, to be more specific. He nodded slightly, taking it in.

“As for the name they called you?” Shadow asks.

You tell him it was a name they came up with purely to make you feel uncomfortable. Which wasn’t entirely untrue. You hated how masculine your old name was.

“I see. Well, thank you for being truthful about it,” Shadow says.

You nod, giving him a small smile. You admit you hope you don’t see them again. They gave you a lot of trouble.

The next day comes quickly, with you unfortunately catching a small cold, which Shadow offers to get you some cold medicine from the nearby store, to which you accept.

On his way there, Shadow spots one of your old bullies and grumbles to himself.

Walking a bit faster, the bully unfortunately starts walking near him, to which he steps away from them.

“Hey. You’re (######)’s boyfriend, right?” The bully asks.

Ignoring them, Shadow walks faster, the bully walking faster in return.

“You know you’re dating a guy, right?” The bully says with a smirk.

Shadow’s ear flicks but he says nothing.

“Yeah, all that “girl” shit he wears is fake. He’s just tricking you,” The bully states. “I’d get out and break up with him while you still can.”

“And what, date someone as pathetic as you? As if,” Shadow spats. “Now fuck off.”

The bully stops in their tracks and scoffs.

“Fine then! Have fun dating a fake girl, asshat!” The bully yells after him, causing Shadow to roll his eyes.

“(What do they know. [Name] would tell me about something like that.)” Shadow thinks to himself. “(And if she hasn’t, she’ll tell me when she’s ready.)”

After getting the cold medicine, Shadow teleports right home, seeing you fast asleep in your bed, tons of covers over your sleeping form. He lets out a small smile, setting the medicine on the bedside dresser, giving you a peck on the forehead.

“Get better soon, [Name].” Shadow mutters.

About a week has passed since that day, and you haven’t come out of your room since. Shadow has been getting worried.

Did he do something wrong? Are you mad at him? Did something happen?

He shakes his head. This is getting ridiculous. He’s talking to you and he’s doing it now.

Shadow knocks on the door to your room, only to hear your sad voice tell him to go away.

Hating to intrude on your privacy but being too worried, Shadow takes the spare room key from his quills and unlocks the door, opening it. He hears you tell him that you said to leave you alone, but he hears the sadness in your voice, choosing to push on.

Turning on the light, he sees a giant blanket mound on the bed, a figure clearly under it.

Shadow lets out a sigh and sits on the bed next to the blanket mound.

“[Name], you’ve been avoiding everyone all week,” Shadow mentions. “You know you can tell me what’s on your mind, right?”

You stay silent for a moment, a sniffle coming out of you.

You mumble something, causing Shadow’s ears to flick.

“Could you repeat that?” Shadow asks.

A full-on sob comes out of your throat and you come out of the blanket mound, hugging Shadow tightly while telling him that you’re sorry.

He’s quick to hug you back, rubbing your back to soothe you.

“Shh…Shh. You’re okay. I’m here,” Shadow says quietly.

After a few moments, you break the hug, a few stray tears on your face, to which Shadow wipes them away. You lean into his touch, staring at him with sad eyes.

The room is silent for a bit until you mutter out another “I'm sorry.”

“What are you sorry about?” Shadow asks.

You say you’re sorry for lying to him.

“About what?” He questions.

You tell him you’re not a “real girl.” You were born a male at birth. That “nickname” your bullies called you was your dead name.

You open your mouth to say something else, but Shadow cups your cheek, quickly kissing you on the lips, causing your eyes to widen but you quickly reciprocate. The kiss ends and Shadow looks you in the eyes, the only thing in there being love and adoration.

“Do you really think I care if you used to be a guy?” Shadow asks. “Of course I don’t. And just because you used to be one doesn’t make you any less of a real girl. I love you because of who you are now, not who you used to be.”

You give him a surprised face, a couple more tears, happy ones this time, coming out of your eyes, which Shadow kisses away, causing you to giggle.

You kiss Shadow again, it lasts for a bit longer than the last kiss, the kiss holding nothing but love and care.

Breaking the kiss, you thank Shadow for everything, telling him you love him as well.

“Of course. If the world chooses to fight you, then we’ll fight the world together,” Shadow states. “I’ll love you now, forever, and always.”

[viewofagarden]

[DW x ML] Weathervane (Akuma!Raine)

Back at it again with the OC Akumas for @starlightwoofwoof 's Miraculous Ladybug AU! This one being for Raine the Cloud, or as her Akuma form is known as: Weathervane.

- Raine was akumatized out of sadness, for she is rather sensitive and is very easy to make cry. - Raine has the ability to predict the weather. So the Toons often rely on her for accurate readings so they can plan their days accordingly. One day however, Raine hit a snag and accidentally got her prediction wrong. Turns out it was raining when she thought it was going to be sunny. - Some Toons (mainly Shrimpo probably) got mad at Raine for this mistake. Which ended with Raine, crying, leaving back up into her home in the clouds. - Allureium then came in. Raine was an easy target. He just told her that she could fix her little mistake with the power to actually control the weather. Poof! Weathervane was born. - But it wasn’t really enough to just “fix” her mistake. No no no. To Weathervane, she had to take revenge on the “ungrateful” Toons who got upset over one, tiny, slip-up. -Thus, Weathervane made a massive storm. Loads of rain, harsh winds, loud thunder, loads of lightning. Suddenly the little rain they initially got sounded so much preferable. - Design was going for a bit of a "Yuki-Onna" vibe. Though less "snow woman" and more "rain woman". Design was also inspired by Rainmaker from Toontown Corporate Clash (mainly with the hair) - She mostly resides in the clouds. So if Shelly wanted to stop her, she had to get on her own turf. - Weathervane's mood affects the weather, the default is usually stormy, which results from anger. But if she's just sad, it will just start raining heavily. - If on rare occasions she's happy, the sun will shine! But...dangerously so. Like "it's way too damn hot" levels of sunshine. - Weathervane starts as the same size Raine is. But by absorbing clouds, she can grow to as big as Dessert Despair. She can shrink back down either at will or through getting hit (clouds are fragile). Under the bangs, her eyes are a dark purple, with light yellow cracks on them resembling lightning. - After Weathervane was defeated, Raine didn't leave her house for about a week or so, she was very guilty about what happened but was also pretty fatigued (all that weather manipulation can put a strain on you). Don't worry, she eventually got better, thanks to some emotional support from the others who were worried for her. :)

[halliestinks]

Hi, i was wondering if you could do some wholesome headcannons for Y/N (who acts like Douchebag in the sot game) Thats like a sister to Cartman. His mother adores her and he likes to bully her. But when others do it hes like "No only i can >:/"

Cartman w/ reader who’s like a sister to him

a/n: this is an old request that’s been sitting in my inbox for over 2 yrs, decided to write it as my first request since i’ve returned :3

• oh boy, cartman as a brother figure could be both great and awful.

• having first met you he would notice how quiet and chill you are, trying to get you to crack on many different occasions (failing miserably everytime). he never really cared too much about you. however once you started to spend more time with him and you found yourself at his house quite often, you developed an unexpected sibling bond with him

• he would definitely take advantage of your silence whenever he asks for a favour, immediately roping you into any and all of his problems. (kind of like butters— however he doesn’t screw you over as much)

• the teasing is the worst part. he knows exactly what ticks you off and how to break your silent facade

“HAHAHA YOU SHOULD SEE YOUR FACE!!”

“… 🙂”

• he knows when to stop though

• he unfortunately learnt his lesson after you beat the crap out of him for pushing you way past your limit!! (i just love sibling bonding experiences)

• aside from all of that… cartman is actually really fun to be around when he’s not being an asshole. the two of you usually spend your time together playing video games and doing random shit outside in the snow

• his mom absolutely adores you!!! she would constantly ask cartman if you would be coming over to their place later, always making sure to cook extra for dinner just in case

• cartman definitely gets jealous over his mom pampering you, thinks that she should pay more attention to her real son. and to piss him off even more, his mom always makes sure he shares everything with you

“but myeeeem… those are my cheesy poofs 🤬”

“😈😈”

• cartman’s mom is completely oblivious to any of the sibling rivalry, instead tells cartman he just needs to learn to share

• both of you have a silent agreement to always stick up for each other if either of you are being bullied, (not that cartman really needs help)

• i don’t think cartman would straight up defend you, however he would take your side in more subtle ways

“come on guys, let’s cut y/n some slack… otherwise she’ll get all depressed and probably start crying..”

“😐”

• but if anyone ever hurt you physically or did bully you to the point of actually hurting you, cartman will find out and go on a tangent about how he’s the only person who’s allowed to do that. plus if he’s in a bad mood then he’d probably figure out a way to ruin their life

• anyways.. at the end of most days, you find yourself sleeping on the floor in cartman’s room (he kicks you off his bed) and the two of you stay up late having silly conversations— finding yourselves laughing so hard to the point of tears

• until his mom comes in and tells you to go to bed because it’s a school night 🙄

• the two of you never listen, secretly doing an all nighter then feeling like absolute crap the next day. (it’s just a nightly tradition at this point)

• a lot of kids at school mistake you two for actually being related, which never fails to make you smile

• maybe he isn’t such a bad non biological brother after all

[mystwri18]

LADS- DRINKING SESSION 101

tw: cursing, headcanon (might be mischaracterized)

Characters: all LIs (all have different mcs)

summary:

What happens when LIs are drunk + trauma bonding (satire):

Sylus: i could sing

Rafayel: ashivalakalakalaboom boom boom

Sylus: what does that mean?

Rafayel: It means "screw you, sylus. Not today"

Xavier: well.. someone's sassy today.

Rafayel: hmph, do you want him to drill your eardrums?

Sylus: my men told me I could sing

Zayne: that's what Xavier's admittance to his cooking

Xavier: what are you implying—

Caleb(smiling): OKAY, GUYS... CALM DOWN. be nice for at least tonight, okay?

Sylus: fine, I wont. But I'm starting the discussion

Zayne: be our guest

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In the middle of the drinking session, all of them are not sober:

Sylus: mmm...did you know she forgot everything about me?

Zayne: i think she did in every universe...

Rafayel: right? Were fcking screwed up! Years of waiting then poof!  Who are you?

Rafayel (started crying) : like I'm just a man, you know? 

Caleb (relapsing): not only she forgot, but you gotta live your own fcking life reminiscing the memories she never remembered

Rafayel: right?! Right! I cant believe i showed her a fish! A red fish! My fishie... she forgot...

Sylus: I can't believe I have to strap her just to know she forgot ...

Caleb: you strapped her? same! she literally infiltrated my fleet.

Sylus: she infiltrated the nest to find me. that fish over there helped her.

Rafayel (staring at the small gold fish in the aquarium): poor fish... You're forgotten like me too?

Sylus: do you have any experiences Caleb?

Caleb (reminiscing post-war flashback): I exploded. heh.

Sylus: oh.

Xavier: zayne also self destructs...well, internally

Zayne: let's include Rafayel. He's still crying at the corner Rafayel (in the middle of breakdown): AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Xavier (stands up): wait, let me get him...

Sylus (drinks entire bottle): I can't believe she forgot I took her out of the laboratory.

Caleb (on relapse, crying): RIGHT?! like do you know every time mc sees me she barely remember our childhood?! 

Zayne (mentally remembers he accidentally freeze mc): ...

Caleb: then now she remembers, my fcking toring chip will remove my memories!

Caleb: I can't AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA

Zayne: not you too?

Caleb: fck i didn't use my mental health for this memory alteration sht.

Xavier (returns with rafayel): ... I cant believe i have to leave soon

Zayne:mmm... I know the feeling... They're calling me. 

Xavier: your girlfriend?

Zayne: no my creator who did nothing but haunt me

Xavier: i get you... Fathers will always obligate their child

Zayne:... Right...? Cheers?

Xavier: cheers (drinks from bottle)

Rafayel (slams table): fck every human! Its all their fault!

Sylus (slams table): right. They are all selfish creatures. Cheers.

Rafayel: yes yes, mah men! fck humans. cheers men.

Caleb: what did we even do?!

Rafayel: shut up. You're a robot.

Caleb: my hands are just the robot part, fish brain

Rafayel: gasps... See? See?! They have sassy annoying attitude too

Sylus: ...bruh, look in the mirror?

Rafayel: excuse you? uncheers

Xavier (wobbly stands up, already drunk): screw philos! Philos should buuurn!

Zayne, Rafayel, Sylus: hell yes!/yeah.

Caleb: what?

Zayne: when your wife was always targeted cuz she's sick in every universe.

Rafayel: when your bride killed herself just to save everyone.

Xavier: when your partner was the chosen sacrifice. Then you return she's dead.

Rafayel: hell yeah! She became a royal blood for planet food, cheers bruh.

Sylus: when your other soul was groomed to kill you. Fucking insane

Xavier: stupid planet. why sustain when you can't provide?

Rafayel (slams bottle on table): exactly! you're so smart!

Zayne: Cheers?

Xavier, Sylus, Rafayel: cheers.

Caleb: umm...how about you, Sylus?

Sylus: i was supposed to kill her but I forced her to kill me

Zayne: mm...I sacrificed myself and now she's looking for the ghost of me

Sylus: cheers?

Zayne: cheers (both drinks from their glass)

Rafayel: wtf?! I should've done that sacrifice thingy..oh wait, I did

Caleb: how?

Rafayel: made sure she escaped before my instincts kills her. I was sent into prison for thousands of years

Caleb: same, I was locked up in a cell thinking I'm alone but the mirror is one-way. she could see me.

Rafayel: did she die?

Caleb: yeah, she's that insane to even jump on a spaceship to explode with me

Rafayel: wow. 

Xavier: fireworks are also nice.

Caleb: right? Good thing it never happened again the 2nd time

Xavier: so how many times did you explode?

Caleb (having war flashbacks, looks at Rafayel): ..... cheers?

Rafayel: cheers!

Xavier:... he ignored me....sad.

Then morning came and all of them knocked-off, sleeping at Sylus' karaoke room.

[deathmetalunicorn1]

During the Marineford war arc in One Piece, how would everyone react Blue Diamond reader using her powers which is similar to haki due to bringing down everyone on their knees and crying. She probably used her powers to save Ace from getting killed or she saw Ace killed which brought back horrible memories of seeing her sister(Pink Diamond) die right in front of her eye, any scenario is possible.

-Like a high speeding bullet you were speeding across the water, using your abilities to propel you at a rapid pace.

-Ever since Kuma separated the Straw Hats, you were trying to figure out where they were, looking for your new crew- your family.

-The only lead you got was where Luffy would be, after you heard that Ace had been captured and was going to be executed.

-You had never met Ace, but you knew that he was Luffy’s brother, and he always spoke highly of Ace- so you knew he would try to rescue him- so that’s where you were going to go- to help save Ace, so Luffy wouldn’t cry again.

-Your blood boiled as you thought about Luffy crying- he should never cry unless it was in happiness, and you were prepared to raze those who opposed you, who make him cry.

-You arrived at the Marineford, seeing so many fallen on both sides already and you quickly sought out Luffy before you saw him and another young man running from the scaffolds, the pirates celebrating.

-Your eyes narrowed, seeing the marines charging for them, weapons raised, and you saw the admirals and you quickly shot forward, looking so elegant, “Get away from Luffy!!”

-A blue energy shot from you, one that Luffy knew well, that hit all in front of you, making many fall to their knees in despair, crying heavily. Many were stunned by your power as you spoke, easily intimidating many around you, “If you’re a pirate- run to safety now!” You gave the pirates the opening to escape.

-Luffy beamed brightly at you, seeing you, “Y/N!” and you smiled, giving him a small nod as they ran by you, followed by others, running to safety, trying not to trip due to their tears.

-You then heard a voice, “Look out!!” you turned and Aikinu slammed his fist through your stomach, lava surrounding his hand, burning you.

-You were stunned, and you heard Luffy scream out your name in worry. You looked down at Aikinu before you stunned him by smirking, “And what did you hope to accomplish, boy?” You kicked him away before you turned, a hand over the hole as you ran for the ship.

-Once on Whitebeard’s ship, you used your ability over water to push the ships away from shore, pushing them out to sea before giving them a head start in escaping.

-Luffy ran over to you, seeing you injured, but you weren’t bleeding, “Y/N!” many others saw you, knowing that you were a Gem, and you smiled softly, now sweating softly, as you didn’t want him to worry as you bushed his tears away, “I will be fine Luffy. Just watch over me.”

-He was confused, “Watch over you?” you instantly went POOF and your gem, a large blue diamond, fell into his hand, stunning him before everyone started yelling, panicking.

-Whitebeard was amused, as he knew about Gems, grabbing Luffy who was running around, “Calm down you brat- Y/N will be fine!”

-All eyes turned to him as he grinned, getting his own wounds tended to, “Gems will reform if their bodies are injured, think of it as them taking a nap. Now if the gem had been damaged or shattered- then it would be bad. Since Y/N is a diamond- it will probably be a few days before they wake up.”

-This did calm Luffy, a bit, but he kept you close, holding you either under his hat or in his pocket, as he headed towards Amazon Lily, as he agreed to train with Rayleigh, to become stronger.

-When you reformed, a bright light surrounding your gem, many were stunned as you looked completely fine and you smiled warmly as Luffy cried loudly, leaping into your arms, which made you smile softly, feeling your own happy tears welling in your eyes.

-Luffy told you that everyone was going to train for two years, before meeting back up at the archipelago and you agreed to do the same, but you were going to remain with the Whitebeard Crew, as they had strong warriors, ones that you could train your own skills with.

-You were a little sad, but you knew it wasn’t going to be forever, not like your little sister, as you told Luffy to take care of himself and you would see him soon, which he grinned brightly at, agreeing with you.