#surely somebody guessed this was coming lol I kept talking about him

[skyward-floored]

Whumptober Day 11: seeing double

Totally not what this prompt meant, but I don’t care lol. I do care that I keep making Wild cry though, sorry buddy 😬

No clue if anyone cares anymore, but this has some brief age of calamity spoilers in it. Just a heads up.

Warnings: broken bone, discussed past character death

Ao3 link

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Wild had two thoughts as he went plunging through the portal, the others’ frantic cries in his ears:

One, that hopefully Legend wouldn’t give him too smug of an ‘I told you so’ the next time he saw him, since Wild had entirely forgone his advice to stay away from Dark Link and was now plunging rapidly through the air. And two, well, at least I’m going to fall into the water down there.

Which he promptly did with an explosive splash.

It wasn’t so high up that he was badly hurt, but Wild was still thrown for a loop, and found himself crashing down a river with little sense of which way was up.

Water got in his mouth and he spluttered, trying to spit it out and also get his head above the surface so he could breathe. The current was fast here though, and Wild couldn’t do much except flail around like a drunk Zora.

Wait, could Zora get drunk?

He actually had no clue.

The current got suddenly faster, and Wild breathed in some water as he got smacked against the rocks, coughing and hacking as he struggled to get any air. He managed a wet gasp when his head briefly poked up, but then he was pulled under again.

Air wasn’t the only thing Wild had gotten when he went up though— he’d also gotten a sight of the river up ahead. And at the sight of the waterfall rapidly approaching, his struggles grew even more frantic.

I need to reach shore, he thought as he continued to cough and claw his way to the river’s edge in a panic. I need to reach shore now, I need air I need—

The angle of the water shifted, and Wild was shot out of the waterfall, the rapid change in direction making his head spin.

He found himself in open air, water still in his lungs, and he clumsily grabbed for his paraglider as the lake below rapidly approached. Wild managed to snap it open just in time, but he didn’t manage a good grip on the handle.

His arm slipped, and Wild slammed into the sand near the shore, a choked yell escaping him as pain blazed up his shoulder.

All he could do was cough up water for a minute and catch his breath, trying not to wrench his shoulder more. Something was broken in there; he wasn’t sure if it was his shoulder itself or his arm or collarbone, but it hurt. He could barely move without his whole arm lighting up in agony, and hoped blearily that none of the others had suffered the same fate as him.

Then he heard a splash behind him, and his stomach sank.

Had one of the others fallen in the portal already? Or was it something else? That hadn’t sounded big enough to be a splash from something falling from the waterfall, but then again, he could be wrong.

“There, look!”

The voice sounded familiar, but Wild couldn’t place it over the sound of the water behind him and the blood rushing in his ears. He tried to raise himself up, and pain tore across his senses, and for a minute all he could focus on was the fire ripping through his shoulder.

“—know who he is? He looks just like—”

“—in the water, don’t—”

Two voices floated around his head as the fire eased, and Wild took a deep breath, opening his eyes again. His hair had fallen in his face, and between that and his blurry vision he couldn’t see much, especially through the damp strands. Unless he moved again, but that seemed like a bad idea.

Wild groaned, blinking to try and get the hair away from his eyes, but he barely succeeded. His wet hair slipped to the side, but all he could make out were two blobs, silhouetted by the sun shining behind them.

Then he heard a soft gasp, and the sound of a weapon being drawn.

“How is this—”

“This has trap written all over it,” a different voice than the first interrupted, soft, but sharp. Cold steel nudged Wild’s chin, and he stiffened. “Don’t go near him.”

The other voice made a worried noise as Wild weakly coughed. “I don’t think he would have fallen down a waterfall on purpose and hurt himself like this if that were true.”

“It could still be a trick.”

“I know... but we won’t get any answers if he’s too dazed to speak.”

Wild heard a huff, then the sound of footsteps padding towards him in a familiar way. A hand settled over his shoulder, and Wild groaned again, a soothing noise coming from the voice.

“Hold on just a moment.”

Then a feeling like that of a gentle stream swept over his shoulder, quiet and small, but carrying the mighty power of water along with it. Wild automatically relaxed, sinking into the bubbly feeling. A blue light flickered in his vision, healing his shoulder in a familiar way, and Wild relaxed even further before he abruptly stiffened again.

Wait...

The smooth magic trickled into his middle, down to where his lungs were still burning from the water he’d inhaled. It soothed the ache, and though Wild still felt exhausted, he could tell his shoulder had been completely fixed as well. Even the various scrapes and bruises from the fight before the river had been healed.

Which meant...

The bubbly rush of magic faded away, Wild’s vision fully cleared, and his stomach dropped out.

Red scales. Yellow eyes. A petite figure covered in scales that were smooth and shiny in the sunlight, and healing magic that was fading from slender hands.

“M... Mipha?” Wild choked out.

The Zora woman (it couldn’t be Mipha, it couldn’t—) gave him a concerned look, but before Wild could do or say anything further, the steel was back at his neck.

Wild stilled, and followed the blade resting at his neck up to the person holding it. His already fast heartbeat tripled, and he choked for a second time.

The person holding a blade at his throat was himself.

His double’s hair was much shorter, pulled back into a neat ponytail, and instead of the champion’s tunic he was wearing the Zora armor Wild had received. His eyes were steely as he watched Wild, but the most shocking thing about him was the fact that the right side of his face was entirely smooth.

He didn’t have a single one of the scars that had killed Wild.

I’m unconscious. I’m dreaming. I hit my head on a rock and I’m hallucinating—

“Explain yourself. Who are you?” his double demanded, not appearing to notice how Wild’s world was caving in on itself. Wild stared, and coughed once, still feeling tired from his fight with the river, and just... unable to process this. What could he even say?

What was going on?

“I asked you a question, who are you? What are you doing in Zora’s Domain?” his double repeated, voice even sharper.

Mipha sucked in a worried breath as she stared at Wild, and touched the double’s arm. “Oh no, did... did a little guardian bring you?” she asked, and Wild stared at her, her words jumbling in his head as he stared.

Mipha.

Mipha.

Mipha was alive here. Wild was alive here, and missing his scars, and wearing the Zora armor that Mipha had crafted to give to him as a—

“Wh... who are you?” Wild whispered, throat suddenly dry as bone. Maybe he was wrong. Maybe it was just a mistake, a strange coincidence, but he— he had to know. He had to know.

“We asked you first,” Link’s double replied suspiciously, and Mipha set a hand on his shoulder.

“Link, he was just injured and half-drowned, I believe he’s confused. If he were here to kill us, he already would have tried,” she said pointedly, studying Wild with an intent look. “I think he looks too much like you to be a coincidence.”

“It could still be a trick. A Yiga or something,” his double said suspiciously. Wild didn’t blame him. That did sound like something the Yiga would do.

“But why add the scars and long hair?” Mipha countered, and the double looked frustrated.

“To confuse us, I’m sure there’s a motive. He’s probably here for you, you know you’re—”

“If you say “at risk” again Link, I will set Sidon on you,” Mipha said with a little huff, and turned back towards Wild with a kind-if-cautious look. “My apologies. I am Princess Mipha of the Zora, and this is my husband, Link.”

The words were like a slap, even though Wild knew they were coming.

Husband. Mipha. Zora armor.

Husband.

Link.

Wild would have fallen over backwards if he’d been upright in any way, and he stared between Mipha and his double, wondering if he was about to be sick.

They all knew the portals were transporting them through time. Wild had been a part of Time and Wind’s discussion on fractured timelines, and they all knew that there were splits and sections where the history of Hyrule didn’t make sense.

But this...

Was this a timeline where Wild hadn’t failed?

Mipha’s face grew more worried the longer Wild stared at them without speaking, and even his double started to look a little concerned.

“Did I miss an injury?” Mipha asked, scooting closer again, and Wild froze as she approached.

“No, no you got— you got everything,” Wild choked out. He felt perfectly healthy apart from being tired and his falling-apart mental state, just like if he’d used Mipha’s grace. Even though he hadn’t used it in nearly a year because the champions were finally at rest and they’d passed on and Mipha—

Wild lurched to his feet, using a rock for support, and immediately the other Link’s blade was raised again.

“Stay where you are,” he said sharply, and Wild stumbled backwards towards the water. His double’s face grew fierce and he leapt around him and blocked him off from the river. “I said stay where you are! We’ve told you who we are, now tell us your identity or I will treat you as a threat.”

Wild stilled, and swallowed. He might as well explain.

“I’m... well, Link,” he began, and the other Link didn’t move. “You... probably figured that out. I... I don’t know how I got here— I mean, I do, but it wasn’t on purpose, I-I... I don’t know what you mean about a guardian, but one didn’t bring me here.”

Wild looked at Mipha again, and swallowed thickly, his eyes stinging.

“This isn’t a trap. I don’t know what’s going on, but I’m not here to hurt you,” he croaked, and the other Link pulled his sword back just a hair. “I— my companions and I are traveling through time, but... I think something went wrong,” he finished in a whisper.

We’ve never had anything like this happen with the portals before.

Did the Shadow do this?

“Time travel...” Mipha said thoughtfully, and exchanged a loaded look with the other Link.

His face had creased further, but in a different way, and he finally pulled the sword away from Wild’s neck. He kept it at the ready though, and watched Wild intensely.

“How did you get here?” he asked again, a little less accusatory and a little more curious.

Wild exhaled. “It’s a long story... but it was through a portal,” he said, deciding he would just... ignore what was going on for now. It was that or completely freak out, and he wanted to know more before passing out due to shock. “My group is hunting a Shadow, one ripping holes in time. We’re trying to stop him.”

“So no Terrako then?” Link questioned, and Wild shook his head in confusion.

“No? No... Terrako. Just portals that sometimes spew powerful monsters.”

Link and Mipha both stiffened.

“These monsters, do they have darkened blood?” Mipha asked, and Wild nodded. “Oh my. We’ve seen some up in the highlands, remember that moblin, Link?”

Link grimaced. “Yes. What a disaster. We assumed it was just leftover magic from Astor or something of that nature, not... time travel related. Bazz is still recovering.” He paused for a second, then his eyes went wide and he whipped his head back towards Link. “You said you came through a portal that expels these monsters?”

“Yeah, from upriver somewhere,” Wild nodded. “But it’s not sending out monsters right now. I fell through it, then fell right in the river.”

Link frowned. “So no monsters were coming out when you went through?”

“No, they were all on the other side, my group was fighting their leader. But I don’t know—”

“Papa?”

Link froze, and Mipha looked worried as Wild turned around towards where the voice had come from.

A young, orangey colored Zora was poking his head up from the water, and he looked between Wild and Link, a wide look on his face.

“Papa?” he repeated in a curious voice, and Wild stared, studying the little Zora’s features.

“Stay in the water, Ty,” Link said seriously, and the Zora hesitated, eyes darting between Mipha and Link and Wild. Then he hopped out and scurried over to stand next to Mipha. He hid behind her leg and watched Wild with large blue eyes, and Wild began to shake, recognizing them as his own.

Oh Hylia, haven’t you put me through enough?

Mipha put a hand on Ty’s arm, and he continued to watch Wild, his expression concerned as he studied his face.

“Papa... hurt?” he said worriedly, and Link shifted around so he was standing beside him, and placed a hand on his head.

“No, I’m not hurt,” Link reassured, and Ty switched to clinging to his leg instead, still staring at Wild. His orange scales shone brightly in the sunshine, like the last rays of light before the sun set.

“Wh... who is...?” Wild choked out, and Mipha gave him a look that was as conflicted as he felt.

“This is our son. Tyde,” she explained gently, like she knew the words would hurt.

They did, hitting Wild like a laser, and he felt a mixture of longing and wonder and grief so intense he was nearly sick.

Tyde was small, and as he shifted around the other Link’s leg, Wild saw that his left arm was shorter than it should be, the fins the wrong size. He had Wild— Link’s eyes, and his frame was proportioned more like a Hylian, but he had golden-orange and white scales all along his body, and had the Zora tail on the back of his head.

All in all, he was exactly what Wild would expect a child of his and Mipha’s to look like.

A tear fell down Wild’s cheek without his permission, and he sank back down to his knees, overwhelmed. He was married here. He had a child here.

This was what would have happened if he hadn’t failed?

This was how much Mipha had loved him?

Wild began to shake, and barely even noticed as Mipha approached and knelt beside him, so lost was he in his own mind.

“You’re from the world the older Sidon came from, aren’t you,” Mipha said quietly, and Wild shakily raised his head to look at her. “I... doubt he remembered in order to tell you. Zelda theorized they all wouldn’t recall anything from their time here.”

Wild gave a small shake of his head, and Mipha sighed.

“It’s complicated I’m afraid, but we’ve dealt with time travel before,” she explained. “And me and Sidon, we... we talked a little, about things. He said that in his time the champions were slain, and that you nearly were along with us. But you were placed in a sleep for one hundred years in order to heal, and then you saved the princess.”

Wild nodded mutely, and Mipha’s face turned further grieved. She carefully reached forward, and Link couldn’t help his flinch as her cool palm rested on his cheek, right over his scars.

The other Link behind Mipha had gone white, his sword finally lowered. Tyde tugged at his pant leg, and Link wordlessly picked him up, holding him tightly to his chest as he locked gazes with Wild.

Wild could only imagine what was going through his head.

Mipha wiped the tear off Wild’s cheek then withdrew her hand, giving him the same smile that he barely remembered from a hundred years ago. It almost made Wild fully break down, but he choked back his tears. He didn’t want her to feel like she had to comfort him.

“I’ll h-have to hear about this adventure Sidon had,” he said, managing not to make his voice sound too watery. “Sounds like it w-was something.”

“It was,” Mipha said quietly. “He always spoke so highly of you.”

She looked like she wanted to say more, but Wild’s double spoke up then, Tyde still nestled up to his chest.

“In your world, we... lost?” he asked in a quiet voice, and Wild swallowed thickly.

“We... did. I failed,” he whispered, not looking at Mipha. “The champions... our weapons turned against us. Overwhelmed us. I only survived because of a Sheikah invention that took a hundred years to work so I could fix my failure. So many died...”

He took in a shuddering breath, and looked at Mipha and his double again, their child still watching him intently.

“But you won here. You did it, you won—”

Wild’s voice choked off, and he barely noticed Tyde tug on his father’s sleeve, trying to get his attention. He did notice when Tyde pointed at Wild though, his brow scrunched up.

“Hurt,” he said with another tug, and for some reason that one small word made Wild lose the rest of his composure.

Suddenly it was too much, the sight of himself holding his and Mipha’s child, Mipha herself sitting beside him, her hand on her husband’s arm. It was a family Wild never had, never would have, and the fact that there was a timeline somewhere where Wild hadn’t failed them, where they had the opportunity to exist, it was just—

A small sob escaped him, and he pulled back, his shaking starting up again. Before he could bolt though, Tyde suddenly squirmed out of his father’s arms and padded over to Wild. Wild froze as he put a tiny hand on his arm, and when Wild looked down at him, he ran his hand up and down for a moment before nodding.

“Better,” he declared, then scampered back to Wild’s double.

Wild could only stare, tears dripping down his cheeks as Tyde climbed back into his father’s arms.

“He’s seen me heal before, he thinks he can too,” Mipha explained with a faint smile. “He does that whenever anyone cries, he thinks they’re hurt.”

A thick laugh burst from Wild’s throat, and he smiled shakily through the tears only running faster down his face. Tyde kept watching him, and Link swallowed back the gigantic lump in his throat in order to speak.

“Thanks,” he managed through his tears, and Tyde gave him a shy smile before hiding his face in Link’s chest.

Wild breathed out shakily, shuddering with a sob he tried not to let escape, and Mipha and his double stayed quiet as they let him cry, Tyde quietly watching them all. Mipha put her hand on his arm at one point, and Wild only cried harder, wishing he could remember her more, wishing she hadn’t died, wishing he didn’t even know what.

He merely cried, and Mipha let him, a different version of himself watching in pale-faced silence.

That was where Wolfie found them barely a quarter hour later, Wild’s eyes red as he quietly explained more about the infected monsters, Mipha and his double asking worried questions about what was going on, Tyde resting against his knee.

And nine Links became ten.

[klauzar]

Translation before they add engsubs:

Hello, I'm JJ Patiphan Fueangfunuwat, playing Win. It's not just spells like regular "Win", there's also letters ทร์  at the end.

(Person behind the camera: How is it different from regular "Win"?)

It's more glamorous and cool... lol    

[Who is Win?]

Win is driven, reckless and genuinely decent person. He sticks to the truth. Not your average cop, but a good one. Excellent one. He stays true to himself, has his own ideology, not like a typical policeman.

If he is told not to do something, he will find a way to do it secretly. I can't tell you much more than that.

[How do you feel about getting this role?]

How do I feel? Awesome, amazing. Because I won't get the opportunity to be a cop in real life, that's for sure.

I imagined Win as a cool guy, with a beard and messy hair, since he's working as a field investigator. I think he's cool.

Win must be the oldest character in the story. Frankly, the director and P'Pond didn't know how it would turn out. The day I got the part, I posted a story with beard like that, and P'Pond liked it.

He said to teacher Ning: "Let Win have mustache for this role."

[How did you prepare yourself?]

In my opinion, acting mature is not the difficult part. But I needed practice at portraying a police officer. After getting the role, I went for a walk every evening, walking around with arched chest and straight back. Like a police officer would.

Trying to look sharp, cool and active. I don't know if you can see it in the series, when the character is standing still. But I did my homework.

I studied saluting gestures, police terminology and so on. In the script, when they talk about breaking in or arresting somebody, they don't talk normally. They use police lingo. "Entering the area, code 22. Once the target is found, follow the code 24 and detain them. " Cool stuff like that.

[What's the difference between JJ and Win?]

Win is reckless, incredible brave, has very clear principles.

However, he differs from me in one way. In the series, Tongkla is cheating with him. I can't relate, because I've never found myself in situation like that. It's the opposite of my experience.

Win is a good person who's sticking to his principles. He never did anything wrong. This is not a good situation for him, very unethical.

Finding the right emotion is difficult. In order to perform the scene, I have to know what it feels like. In the end, it all comes down to love.

[How do you feel about working with your seniors?]

I've only met Fuaiz. Well, apart from policemen. 5555

We (JJ & Fuaiz) are a good match. We already worked together, so we're close. We've played together, so it's easy, just with different characters.

There's one scene with P'Bas. He's a great actor. Yes, he nailed it.

[Challenges of this role?]

Action scenes: jumping, shooting, exiting from a windows, driving, dodging, escaping the vehicle, doing backflips. I was bruised all over.

Wore protective gear and still got hurt. I don't understand how. Maybe I did a jump the wrong way. That's the real action. Cool but exhausting, to the point of wanting to throw up. I knew beforehand when there's gonna be backflips or other stuff. I didn't eat anything in order to avoid getting sick. I still felt nauseous, and couldn't even throw up.

I was wearing the gear under hot sun... It would burst if I flexed too much since it was so tight. Wireless also is tight-fitting. It's like ninja turtle shell, and on top of that police uniform, gun, handcuffs - it all weights, like, ten kilos.

I remember, during DFF shooting, stunt team taught me how to avoid punches and how not to hurt myself while doing tricks. I guess, I didn't follow their advice and got hurt.

I was tired, but what kept me motivated during that scene is santol with sweet fish sauce. Good stuff. I just want to share. I don't know. It was there and I wanted to eat it. It probably belonged to someone else, someone from the make-up crew, if I'm not mistaken. So I ate it, and the sour taste re-energized me. Santol with sweet fish sauce helped me to get through the scene.

Okay, please watch the 4minutes series on channel one31 and the sultrier version on Viu every friday at 23:15. *salutes awkwardly*

[lazzarella]

Okay, I wanted to note down basically every single moment because there was just SO MUCH goodness, ahhhhh. Anyway, here's some rambling from me:

- Noooooo, technical issues?? Whyyyyy? My life is meaningless D:

- ...oh, here we go! Yes!

- Oh no! :( Poor Yak! (I figured his mum was dead but oof)

- Wandee hugging Yoryak! And taking his hand! Ahhhh, opening strong with Dee looking after Yak <3

- Is Ter jealous because he like likes Dee? (A question I kept asking throughout this ep—I think he’s mostly just put out to no longer be the centre of attention)

- "You should know he moves on fast" then Ter said something about "too fast this time" ??? Curious about this??? Maybe just about his dating history?

- Lol @ Yak and Dee dropping each other's hands when they spot Kwan and Ter!!!

- "They have really good chemistry" You're so right, Doctor Kwan

- TER LIVES IN 666!!! Lmaooooooooo. Nice work, set folk!

- that whole conversation over breakfast about Yak being jealous and then already having someone he likes was soooo delicious to me

- TEACHING HIM TO FLIRT!!!!! Oh dee, what have you done, you silly boy? XD he really played himself

- THEY WERE GONNA KISS! God, I want them to kiss already but I also loooove the almost kiss moments so much. Just... the LONGING ugh

- "Did you like that?" Oh, he very much did, Yak

- The whole talk between Yak and Cher... Aside from the content, I love their interactions because it's just nice seeing them established as family I guess?? Like, that Cher isn't just his brother's boyfriend

- Yak saying he's not someone who changes his mind easily is interesting to me! Not just because he obviously does for Dee, but I wonder if that's partly why he's clinging to liking Taem? I mean, I'm not saying he doesn't still have feelings. Just spitballing

- The training scene killed me! Yak getting horny and flustered watching Dee do situps! Dee immediately jumping to Yak being sick and wanting to make sure he's okay! Yak calling Dee cute and *Dee* getting flustered! Taem coming in and seeing them horse around!! Dee getting jealous!!!!!!!!!!!!

- (speaking of horses, I don't understand all the sound effects yet, so I'm not sure what the horse neighing is meant to signify??)

- Have some thoughts about how I love how much of this ep is circling their developing feelings for each other via their feelings for others' (or Yak's anyway)

- the music changes between soft and romantic when the camera is on Yak and Dee vs fighty and upbeat when it's on Dee watching them is too funny lmao

- this situation is getting very 'you love her, but she loves him, and he loves somebody eeeeeelse' (Dee and Yak and Taem and Ter and Kwan and Ohm!!! That's a love hexagon???)

- Taem clocked the necklace 😏

- "Why do you complicate the thing that's already complicated?" Ouch. Kao doesn't know it but he totally called me out there lol

- Isn't their 'fake' dating going to put Taem off though??? I mean, IDT she likes Yak that way at all, but still

- loving the complicated feelings this show is going into! Because Yak does probably still like Taem while he's falling for Dee, and Dee still must feel something for Ter while he's falling for Yak and mmmm. Just delicious!

- and they NEARLY KISSED AGAIN! And then Dee pushed Yak and splashed him lol

- they are SO unconvincing (their reasons for Dee sleeping over)

- love the dinner scene with Dee, Yak, Cher and Yei <3 I love that Cher and Yei are so welcoming to him, even while they let Yak sort out his feelings

- Aww, I had a feeling he was finishing uni for his mum! And I love that he tells Dee that while he wasn't comfortable telling Yei

- Dr Kwan deserves better

- Dee cheering for Yak!!! <3

- Okay, of all the ways they end up tiger/bunny roleplaying, Kao getting them to do it was NOT on my radar lol except Dee is a leopard not a tiger

- Yak sulking! Dee coaxing him with a hug and a cheek sniff kiss!!! Yesssssssss

- ...and now it's a HPV vaccine PSA? Cool! I personally don't really need shows to give me sex ed but, you know what, good on 'em, anyway! I know sex ed, especially on queer sex, is pretty dire…probably most places? So yeah

- Sigh. And the countdown to next week begins again!

[selfindulgentfandomstuff]

Sorry sent for the wrong f/o, how about Jack! 👀 📺 / How did you two meet?

🖥️ / First date?

Hii no worries!! ty for the ask!! :3

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(Jack’s answers will be in red and Esther’s answers will be in blue)

(Answers under cut bc it’s loooong lol)

📺 / How did you two meet?

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“Oooh, this is a good one!”

“You wanna tell them or should I?”

“Nah, nah I’m perfectly fine letting you take center stage with this one. Go for it!”

“Oh, okie dokie then!”

“Well, it’s kind of a strange story.. right time, right place sort of situation. This was- hmm- almost five months ago, now? Must’ve been, because I was finishing up my spring semester of freshman year at UC Santa Cruz… right, so I was nearing the end of that semester and of course, grades were gonna come out soon.”

“But, you see, I had an exam grade that I wanted to contest with my calculus professor. I’ll spare you the details but suffice it to say, I was pretty damn sure I was in the right, here! But he kept having stuff crop up so he couldn’t meet with me. Time was running out.”

“So I did the extremely rational and normal thing to do. Which was to track down my professor all the way to his club- maybe? I still am not sure what the Grove really is…”

Esther looks mildly unsettled as she remembers a few occasions where she’d asked Jack about the club and he’d gotten unusually cagey about the subject. She continues nonetheless.

“In any case, I tracked him down to this- she puts up air quotes with her fingers- “Grove” and decided I was gonna crash the party. You would not BELIEVE the amount of time public transit takes to get you from Santa Cruz to Monte Rio but I made it.”

“Once I’d made it there, it took a little desperation and a generally pitiful display to get the doorman to open up for me. I told him the truth- I *needed* that grade change and this was the only way I could get to my professor.”

“So I got in and the first thing I noticed was how woefully underdressed I was in comparison to the rest of the attendees, who I quickly noticed were all male. Somewhere in the back of my mind, it occurred to me that the doorman must’ve thought I was a guy and let me in because of it. Mind you- I do have an androgynous sort of look to me and pass decently as male when I wear men’s clothing. I made a mental note to lean into the role as I scanned the room for my professor.”

“I guess I stuck out just a tad much because while I didn’t get many second glances, surprisingly, there was one particular individual who’s attention I caught.”

Jack chuckles a bit and mutters

“Sure did”

Esther smiles and continues

“So then he walked up to me and struck up a conversation. We got to talking- I explained my reason for coming and sneaking my way in and he thought it was charmingly dedicated- his words, not mine! But at some point in time, he introduced himself and I’ll be honest, I almost fucking passed out- he knows *now* but my GOD this is so embarrassing- I had the most *ridiculous* parasocial crush on this man. Really, it’s a wonder I didn’t recognize him as being *him* until he said something!”

“And y’know, I did my best to act normal which was all good and well until *somebody* decided to get my more than a little tipsy!”

Jack held up his hands in concession and smiled, adding

“Guilty as charged”

“He pulled me away from the main crowd, we found some secluded little inlet of a room and we just talked and talked and *talked*. He had me talk about myself a lot, which in retrospect, is a bit surprising because *he’s* supposed to be the chatty one, being a talk show host and all!”

Jack scoffs playfully

“Well, in all that talking, which was accompanied by copious amounts of alcohol, I eventually kinda spilt my metaphorical guts all over the floor in front of Jack- that is to say, well, I told him in excruciating detail about my infatuation with him- something that had only been exacerbated by the hours prior during which we’d been talking.”

“Of course, understandably really, Jack turned me down kindly.”

Jack coughed and cleared his throat before interjecting

“Hey, I think you’re leaving out some key redeeming details about my ‘turning you down’. I didn’t turn you down because I didn’t want you. turned you down because you were so drunk you were getting sleepy and I was convinced that I was bad news for you- middle aged man with a talk show that hadn’t been in production for months at the time, and with more personal issues and problems than I knew what to do with?”

he gestured at Esther

“And a pretty, young thing like Essie, with her whole life ahead of her, studying to get a degree in physics for Christ’s sake? I’d certainly had fun talking with her that night but I was sure it could never, *should never* go further than that. So I drove her home and made sure she got to her place safely- and that was supposed to be the end of it. But I’m a weak man so I stuck a little note with my phone number in her coat pocket to find at her leisure. And, well, she did!”

“Yea, I took an entire day after finding it to actually call, I was so worried about bothering him!”

Jack grinned at Esther and replied gently

“Well I sure am glad you did! Otherwise we probably wouldn’t be having this conversation right now!”

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🖥️ / First date?

“See, I’d like to say that I took Essie to some swanky restaurant with stupidly expensive drinks”

“Oh are you kidding? No, the first date we went on was *perfect*! I will *always* take the chance to climb on fallen logs with diameters the size of cars over some exorbitantly expensive food and drink!”

“Okay, well, I’m glad you enjoyed it that much! To clarify- for the audience, of course- I took her to see one of the redwood forests. She’s a SoCal girl, grew up in San Diego, so despite going to a university in Santa Cruz, she’d never actually gone to see the redwoods!”

“Oh my god, yea, I cannot believe I’d never done that before the time we went- I mean- they’re stunning, just transcendentally beautiful, really. If you can, you should absolutely go see them too! Yea, Jack and I had been at his place, just relaxing and we were talking and he heard I hadn’t been yet and wanted to go and yknow what? We quite literally just up and went to one of the nearby forests! It was just gorgeous and so so cool and I gotta admit, the urge to climb on logs and hide in natural nooks and crannies does not go away when you stop being a kid! Seriously! Go! Go see the tall trees!”

[angelwings-crossbowstrings]

Hey there, its me again, the favorite anon (it seems weird for me to call myself that, i have to find another way to make it known its me) and i just wanted to give a simple answer, felt like i left you hanging about the art thing so sorry. I’ll try to be brief with my answer, about the whole thing that happened that day, i didn’t really get it all just came in and saw there was some weirdness going on, we all make mistakes we’re human after all so its good you apologized, i think.

I’m really invested in how Daryl and Birdie’s relationship will develop, i just knew he was gonna be the biggest helicopter parent lol, bet he’ll be the kind of dad that freaks out after the kid sneezes just once and i’m here for it, i did note that Daryl didn’t really have any suggestions even when reader commented about the name thing way back when he was sick, but didn’t really think it would come into play, i thought it was more of him being sort of insecure haha but i knew it would be Bird related, come on, Bird blanket and her dad is Always wearing a vest with wings? To me, thats cinema.

Also i forgot to comment on the last ask, but Daryl knowing all this stuff from his books but not knowing about the placenta??, its so funny to me, come on man it was too good to be true, most realistic moment for me honestly, men just operate on a different frequency i swear.

And about Lori, well i did note that Daryl joked about her on the first ep of season 3, wasn’t really malicious tho i think Daryl just kinda secretly likes to gossip, like that time he told everybody Merle had the clap for no reason lmao, the idea of Daryl secretly being a gossiper is hilarious. And more Lori? I’LL BE EATING IT UP I KNOW IT, and getting to see more of her and Rick?? Might as well be christmas for me, i’m curious to know what advice she has, i’ll be waiting eagerly for the moment where she just goes ‘’Y/N can you watch Carl for me?’’ that’ll be the moment we know their relationship has peaked. Alright i’m just joking, i love her so much in this fic.

Carol is the gift that keeps on giving, i love how she immediately knew she had to save birdie from these fools, poor kid doesn’t deserve to suffer with a messed up diaper on her first day on this Earth, i’m guessing she’ll be Birdie’s Godmother, if that’s a thing to them anyway, i have a feeling her bond with Birdie will also be very special and just motivate her to be even more of a badass.

Alright about the art, its totally fine, you know its out there sorta like a message in a bottle, it now belongs to the world not me haha i want to keep practicing with these characters when i have more time, this one was made on a tight schedule but who knows, i’m already thinking of what else to make plotting like a supervillain in my lair, but for now i only have a few hours, if you want to post that one its totally cool with me.

Thanks for being so sweet, i hope you are taking care of yourself and taking your time to write, its very important, and yeaaaah 600 words thats me being ‘’brief’’ somebody needs to take this keyboard away from me.

Bye bye <3

My favorite Anon! You just let me know what you want me to call you and I will! 🩵

Don't worry about not answering right away on the art. I just wanted to make sure it was okay before I showed it off. :) I was worried all that shit had chased you off. I felt/feel horrible about it but it's done and in the past now. I'm sorry if it affected you in any way.

I have just started chapter 31 and bless these two. A newborn on the road is really going to test everyone. He's going to be talking about the name a little in this and why he chose it.

Bless him, he didn't get that far in the books. He kept telling her he hadn't had time to read and how he felt bad about it. He really wanted to know everything but when it came down to reading or providing/protecting or reading, he of course chose the first. I just could not have him being like what?! when she pushed it out.

Daryl being a gossiper! LOL YES.

Reader is definitely going to need help. Lori will play a pivotal role, along with Carol, of course. I want there to be a real bond with Lori, something that will tie reader to Carl and Judith after that day. Daryl loves Judith, we already know that but I want there to be this real bond with reader and the kids.

I still have a while to explore before we even get to the prison, so buckle up! :)

Thank you for always sending these. They seriously make me smile! 🩵🩵🩵

[mlobsters]

supernatural s13e12 various & sundry villains (w. steve yockey)

oh, that's where cas was. with lucifer and ... captured by asmodeus. 100% (obviously) forgot. being i mentioned it during two other eps that i couldn't remember where he was and why no one was talking about him. this show really brings out the caricature in a lot of people. and i'm sure it's the writing that does it, but even like. alastair, i thought was.... well. cartoonish. so it's not just a later season problem. but anyway. asmodeus/his actor sure are afflicted

DEAN Okay, so we’ll just come up with a plan B, okay? You said it yourself. We just keep our heads down and we’ll do the work. SAM You said that. DEAN And I was right. Yeah. So you read, do your Sam thing, I’m gonna go for a beer run.

i dunno about all that but cute i guess

DEAN We should probably loop Cas in at some point. SAM We’ll fill him in when he calls. He checks in every day. DEAN Yeah, with a bunch of questions and no leads.

ok so cas hasn't been in an episode since 13x07, which their time is like.. i have no clue. most of those episodes in the wiki don't have a timeline thing. other than ep10 is two days after ep9, and ep11 is a few weeks after 10. so i guess asmodeus!cas?? has been offscreen calling from the cell with updates so they don't go looking for him? convenient

CASTIEL You don’t have that power, and they know it. LUCIFER Okay, well if somebody would be a pal and let me eat a little of his grace, I would have enough strength to get out of here and butcher that son of a bitch! [yelling into the distance] CASTIEL Well, that’s a nice, horrifying plan. Little cannibalism. LUCIFER Really? I seem to remember a somebody snacking on angel grace once upon a time.

i mean, seriously. what a weird thing to have cas say

well. it is a pretty effect if nothing else

i guess the marginal upside is that this is slightly less gross than becky since these witches aren't interested in the men. downside, the murdering and maiming

children. i like rowena but feels all the cheaper how they axed crowley but everyone else comes back (mark sheppard didn't want to go or come back so obviously that's a whole other thing)

ROWENA Fergus is dead? SAM Yep. DEAN Killed himself for us. ROWENA That doesn’t sound like him.

say it, steve/rowena

ROWENA Before he crushed my skull, Lucifer showed me his face. His true face. I’m scared, Sam. All the time. SAM I’ve seen it too. What he really looks like behind – behind whatever vessel. It… Yeah, still keeps me up at night. ROWENA How do you deal with it? SAM I guess I don’t deal with it. Not really. I mean, I pushed it down and, um, the world kept almost ending, so I keep pushing it down, and I don’t know. [stammering] I really don’t talk about it, not even with Dean. I mean, I could. You know, he’d listen, but… That’s not something I really know how to share.

so are we really having some bonding moment over shared lucifer trauma? because they've trained us to not believe anything she ever says at face value. and i guess tossing us a bone that they haven't forgotten about the excessive trauma sam's carrying around. and just make it hurt a little more that he doesn't know how to talk to dean about it so he's just festering. but opening up to rowena? well lol now i'm getting upset. dean had all that time in hell. ah, whatever. the show has always shown us that there's things that they're likely to dump on strangers/acquaintances instead of talking to each other.

(found myself eyerolling at some music earlier, give you one guess who the composer is. apparently jay has some sort of talent for inducing eyerolls for me)

SAM I know what Rowena is dealing with. And she’s not the only one who… feels helpless. DEAN What do you mean? SAM I mean, I had a plan, you know. I, uh… Help Jack, bring Mom back. It wasn’t much, but it was something. It – it kept me from spinning off the rails. And now… Jack is gone, Mom is still in hell, basically, and I-I-I- just… DEAN We’ll figure it out. SAM Dean, we don’t have a plan. We don’t know what to do. So – so how? DEAN I don’t know. But we will, you and me. SAM Yeah. Night.

well now i'm more sad. but compared to brotherly angst of seasons past, this is nothing so i should probably be grateful. this all feels kind of arbitrary to me because they're in these type of situations constantly. but, whatever. sam's turn to be unmoored

[catrillion]

Automata Weekly Update 2/11/23

Okay! It's time for the second weekly update!

Before we start, I wanted to outline what my goals for every week are: I only "have to" write 500 words each weekday. I can write more if I'm feeling up to it, but I'll have met my weekly goal if I write 2500 words each week.

With that being said, this week I wrote 4k words. It's a LOT less than last week, I know, but some weeks you're on a roll and full of motivation, and other weeks you end up exhausted from work and don't have the mental energy to get much down on paper once you get home lol.

But either way, I did still meet my minimum word count for the week, and now the total word count is 94,063. Snazzy snazzy!

Once again, there’s an excerpt I wrote this week under the read more. There were less to choose from this time, but I hope y'all enjoy it all the same!

Irekae plopped down on the couch beside Oukan. Izumi was sat on the floor in front of the couch with her arms crossed on the low table in front of her. He said ‘hey’ but neither responded.

He looked beside him to Oukan first, who was flipping through a book on cryptographic coding. He scoffed. “Are you studying?”

“No way,” she said, while still continuing to do just that. “I'm not a loser.”

“Yeah, okay. If you say so."

She stuck out her tongue but kept on reading.

Now he turned his attention to Izumi. It wasn’t immediately clear what she was doing- at first he assumed she was watching Hyakuki and Rikka, who were on the other side of the room and playing some fighting game on the little television, but he noticed she wasn’t facing them, not exactly. He followed her sight line to see that she was really staring at Nami and Toru, who were sitting on the chair near the other two. They were cuddling, practically sitting atop one another. Toru was saying something to her, but his voice was quiet enough that none of them could make it out. Whatever it was, Nami responded with a fit of giggles.

Irekae looked down at Izumi again. “You’re being a creep, you know.”

She didn’t break her stare. “In what way?”

“You don’t think it’s gross? Being a little voyeur?”

“I guess you’re right, I just… I wish I could have what they have,” Izumi sighed dreamily. She laid her chin down between her crossed arms.

“What, mental illness?”

“No, and also that’s not-”

“Yeah, yeah, I shouldn’t joke about that,” Irekae said with a roll of his eyes. Of course he understood what she really meant, but saying ‘you could have it, and easily, if you just looked a few centimeters to your right’ out loud wasn’t exactly something he was up for doing right now.

Oukan leaned in. It was only now that she slammed her book shut. “I know who you’d wanna have that with,” she whispered. She had a mischievous smirk on her face.

Izumi’s cheeks turned pink. “I don’t have anyone in particular in mind,” she lied.

Irekae tried to feign indifference. He wasn’t sure if he succeeded. “What is this, a sleepover?”

Oukan giggled. “Izuuumiiii, come on! We all can tell you like him.”

Irekae didn’t say a word, for fear that saying anything would jinx this moment.

“I don’t know what you mean,” Izumi mumbled back.

“And he likes you too, you know!”

He held his breath. She wouldn’t be saying this in front of him, would she? If she was talking about... No, no, she would. She totally would. Because she knew it would make him sweat. That was Oukan’s MO. Hell, it was probably because he was sitting there that she was even saying this at all. It was all to taunt him.

“I don’t know that, because I have no idea who you’re talking about,” Izumi said. “And besides, I don’t want to talk about-”

Oukan poked her arm repeatedly. “I’m talking about Okashi, duh!”

Irekae laughed. He couldn’t help it. “What are you-? She doesn’t like that piece of junk!” She couldn’t. She had to be smarter than that. And even more than that, she had to have eyes for somebody else. Right? How could she not?

“He’s not a-”

“You don’t actually like him, right?”

Her face went from a light pink to a dark red. Shit.

“Awww! See! I knew it!” Oukan said, poking her again and again. “And you guys are so, so cute together, too!”

“They’re not together,” he muttered, trying to pretend he wasn’t on the verge of screaming. “What, so you wanna date him? You into that kind of thing now?”

“I- Well, I... Akashi-kun is cute, and-”

“He doesn’t even brush his hair,” Irekae huffed.

“And he’s nice,” she said. Pointedly.

He didn’t speak, lest he confirm the unspoken but all-too-obvious addendum of ‘unlike some people.’

“So? Are you gonna tell him?”

“I don’t know, I- I don’t even know if he likes me back, and I don’t want to make things weird if I say something and, you know, ruin our friendship.”

“Oh, he totally likes you,” Oukan said with a nod.

“You don’t know that,” Izumi responded, but her expression said that really, she thought the same thing as her sister. That was wishful thinking, he knew- it was the same misguided wishful thinking that she’d used to convince herself of a lot of things about Akashi. Anyone who took half a brain cell to actually think things through knew that Akashi didn’t have the capacity to feel that way about anyone. But good luck telling either of them that- they hadn’t been interested in listening to him about it before, so what chance did he have of convincing them now?

Izumi and Oukan were still yammering, but he wasn't listening anymore. He couldn’t focus on them, not right now. His chest felt tight. He hated to admit it, but he was… upset. No, not upset. He was pissed.

Had he not been right here the whole damn time? And they’d been close since the moment he got here- both of them were immediately by his side, unlike any of the others here. He thought they had something special. He thought she was impressed by him. Not by that thing. She had to know that he could do better than that- she did know that. Didn’t she?

He tried to make sense of it, but the more he tried to turn it over in his mind the more incensed he felt. In a quick movement, he stood up from the table. Both girls stopped talking immediately and turned to him. It took everything in him to keep his voice even. “I gotta get back to work.”

Izumi looked up at the clock on the wall. “Oh, yeah, you’re right- thanks, Irekae-kun. I'm supposed to meet up with Ryo-san and I was almost late.”

“That’s what I'm here for,” he muttered.

Oukan stood and stretched. “I don’t wanna get back to the café yet… Maybe I'll go over and bother Horu for a while first.”

“I'm sure he’ll love that,” Izumi chuckled, but her smile fell when she turned to Irekae- hoping to see him standing there and laughing along, but he’d already turned and made his way out of the room.

She quickly excused herself and ran off after him. She caught up to him in the hall outside the lounge. “Hey, wait up.”

He huffed and leaned against the wall. “What’s up?”

“Are you okay?”

Not in the slightest. “Yeah. But I have a shit-ton of work to do, so I don’t really have time to chit-chat.”

“Oh, okay.” Her face studied him. She was trying to determine whether he meant it, and he knew if she pressed him right now he might snap at her, and that was the last thing he needed to do right now.

He needed to change the subject. And fast.

And as little as he wanted to talk about it, he knew exactly what would arrest her attention right now.

“So. What’s your plan?”

She blinked. “What?”

“With your little crush. When are you gonna tell him?”

“I… well, I'm…” She wrung her hands for a moment as she stared absently into the space behind Irekae. “I don’t really know yet. Do you think he likes me, too?”

“So you’re gonna wait for him to make a move?” He liked that plan. She’d be waiting for a long damn time, that was for sure.

Not a chance in hell. “I have no idea. I don’t pay attention to that shit.”

She exhaled.

“I have no idea,” she mumbled. There was a beat of silence, and then she steeled herself. “Hey, I know!” She jumped forward, grabbing his arm. “Why don’t you talk to him?”

“Me? Why the hell would I-“

“You know, ‘guy talk.’ He could confide in you about that stuff!”

His lips curled in disgust. “I’d rather kill myself.”

She groaned. “Fine! It should be me who talks to him anyway, I know, I just…” She trailed off again. Then she nodded. “I’m just going to… build up to it!”

He didn’t know what that meant, and he didn’t care. At least he'd successfully distracted her, which he'd just have to take as a win. He needed something like that right now. “You do that.” He pushed himself up off of the wall. “Anyway, I really do gotta get back to work. So-“

“Right, right. Thanks, Irekae-kun. And good luck tonight.”

“Same to you,” he said, and with a small salute he left for his lab, where he could have some alone time and get to have his temper tantrum in private.

[kyetalksshit]

hi I'm trying to log my dreams a bit when I remember so here's my dream from last night:

(please keep in mind that all of this was written with speech to text so if there are mistakes, or if it reads a little weird and like a long run on sentence, please ignore that)

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OK, so my dream last night, I keep remembering flashes of when I was walking around this antique store. I was there before it closed, and I remember it was very cluttered, like there was a whole Lotta stuff in there, and so much to see and it was to the point where you could easily get lost in there. And then at one point the Shopkeep was like OK we're closing up. The light started turning off and I didn't want to leave, so I hid. And at least at first I successfully stayed in there past close. And I don't remember if he was with me before then, or not, but Loki was there with me. I remember him pulling out like shelves and something like oh my God look at all of this stuff and like I would walk past a room, thinking it was empty and he would just like wordlessly go in and open up a bunch of cabinets and I'd be like oh shit and I'd go back in there with him and see that there were like shelves and shelves full of like porcelain dolls and old antique salt and pepper shakers and like doll houses and things like that. Like there would be so much to look at, and I had no idea until he was like I'm just gonna open all of this stuff now. And the Shopkeep, even though the store was closed, kept coming around and we kept having to hide and I think it one point he saw us or at least knew that we were in there? So we started trying to run and make sure that we stayed hidden and whatever and not only was this an antique store but some of it seem like it morphed outside, and they were like shrines to gods and tombs that definitely had people in them. When I say tomb though I don't mean like you know Jesus's fucking tomb from the Bible, but like a mausoleum I guess is more what I'm talking about. Like it would be huge for like a family name on it or whatever and it felt very sacred like I did not want to walk in or around any of those. And at one point I'm like climbing between like a mausoleum and a couple different shrines and one of them got activated like I don't member if there was a person there who lit the candle or what happened but I think there was somebody else there trying to honor a God or summoning a God or something and I just remember like feeling the energy shift like oh whoever they were trying to contact is here now. And so I literally out loud to myself because I turned around and I almost went to go see cause I was curious and I was like well I do witchy stuff and I can meet with deities I should maybe just like peek my head in and see who it is and maybe say hi, maybe it's someone I know lol. And I turned around and started walking that way, and I just felt this pit in my gut and Loki wasn't beside me anymore, which also made me uneasy, and I turned back around and got back up on the ledge I was just about to jump down from before I turned back to be like oh, maybe I should, and out loud right before I jumped down from the ledge on the opposite side, I said, nope! Out loud. And kept going.

I had actually forgotten a good bit of my dream until I remembered me saying nope, and jumping down and like leaving that activated shrine, but that is what triggered the memory for me.

There was also something about like I want to say it had something to do with a church service or something and a red cloak keeps sticking out to me now. It's kind of fuzzy at this point, but I do remember looking at a wall and seeing pictures of Loki all over it and again I saw it and I was like oh my God, Loki!! And I went straight to it and then I felt like he was there with me, but I didn't see him as like clearly and solidly as I had when we were in the antique store. In the antique store, it was like he was literally physically beside me and that was really fucking cool. But yeah, it was like once I was out of the antique store and I was in that like semi outdoor church service or whatever that was? I had to pretend either to worship with them, or to hide from them like those are my two options. And I'm just realizing I think that was supposed to be like a Christian metaphor or something but yeah and I don't remember what the red cloak was but I do remember like at one point some of them started to realize that I wasn't actually one of them like a cult kind of and I like turned around and started running and hiding and whatever and I feel like I jumped in a river or a lake or something at one point to hide from them I don't know very odd.

But yeah, all I remember really is that Loki was there with me the entire time either in spirit or in body but yeah, it was very intense and it was very scary, even though it doesn't sound like it should be in retrospect.

[hopplo99]

Ending 6: SelfAware!John Doe x Reader 2.8k words

i haven’t written anything in a very long time so i hope this is good lol, hopefully he isn’t too ooc but i don’t know lol The rocks from the cracked pavement crunch under your feet as you walk to the old, beaten-up car that you drive to work each day. The energy drained from your body after a long day of doing nothing but meaningless labor stocking shelves for an uncaring manager at a small games retailer in your little podunk town you call home. Climbing into the car, you turn it on, and check your phone. Booting up Discord, you see a message from a friend.

Today at 7:18 PM: hey. found a game i think you’d like Today at 7:18 PM: it’s called john doe, it’s a dating sim about some creepy eldritch stalker that takes like no time to play, you’ll probably enjoy it, seems like the type of guy you’d go for lol Today at 7:18 PM: here’s the link https://masochistfox.itch.io/john-doe-plus This is a nice surprise! Always good to have your friend send you a game, they’ve got really good taste after all. Last game they recommended was so good, it was exactly what you wanted. Usually they recommend horror, but looking at the page… seems like they did just that. Should’ve guessed that when they said eldritch. Looking at the title character in one of the images on the page, he looks cute. Really cute. Better get home and play this.

Locking the car and heading inside the apartment building you call home, you feel your phone buzz in your pocket, quickly taking it out you see more messages from your friend on Discord.

Today at 9:03: saw you went online, did ya see what i sent ya? Today at 9:04 Yeah, it looks really good Today at 9:04 Gonna be playing it as soon as I get to my computer Today at 9:06 great! i loved the game and knew you would too, tell me once you’ve finished it!

You will, for sure. Finally, after a long, shitty Friday, you get to rest for the weekend. With a good, free game to start it out. Because you know that sleep isn’t going to happen tonight, at least until you’re done.

Sitting down at your desk, you turn on your computer, click on the link, and download the game. Finally, time to enjoy yourself.

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Your friend was right about it being something you’d enjoy. You just kept playing it nonstop. It was just so enjoyable, the aesthetic being creepy yet pleasing with the first 4 endings, and a nice change of pace for the other three, even though you only didn’t get ending 6. It just seemed so wrong to you, saying that you didn’t love Doe. All that he needed some love! That’s probably just your personal tastes talking to you, however. But, is that so bad? He might be an eldritch being who’s a creepy, unwashed yandere stalker but he seems nice to be around. Take away the eldritch being and being fictional parts, and he’s somebody you could be happy with. …This game has really got you obsessed, but might as well play it one more time before heading to bed. What ending to do, though? Ending 5 sounds nice. It would be hard to admit to people, but that final frame of Doe really does send your heart into a flutter. Your friend would probably be creeped out by that. Better not tell them next time you talk.

“That guy’s been staring at me this whole time…”

“Do you think he’s cute?” YES/NO

You hate answering no to this, but to get ending 5? It’s worth it. You press no, but for a split second you could swear you could Doe’s face change from his wide smile to a dejected looking frown.

After that, sleep can’t come soon enough. Hallucinating is never a good sign. But you want to get the ending. Might dream of him if you keep playing, your mind responds, you really have been up too long. At least you don’t have work tomorrow.

Playing through it, you don’t seem to see anything else out of place. You really must’ve been hallucinating, there’s no way that he’d frown. Even if he did, it’s probably just a rare occurrence put in by the developer for eagle-eyed players.

“I love this show. I’d love to be able to watch TV with you all the time.”

Hearing those sweet words from Doe was nice. Your sleepy brain was imagining cuddling up with him on the couch, probably as an attempt to get you to fall asleep.

“I’m just so happy to be here with you.”

You once again imagine him saying that to you, arm around you, four fingered hand resting on your shoulder, nuzzled up to him… yeah, this really was a good recommendation.

“Do you like me like this?”

You have to admit, you like him either way. Creepy, scraggly stalker-ish man or more put together and handsome. It’s still him, either way.

“…Oh.”

Here it comes.

“In that case…”

“L E T ‘ S  G E T  T O  K N O W  E A C H  O T H E R .”

When you had first gotten this ending, it creeped you out. The face, paired with the horrific music, made this wonderfully terrifying atmosphere. But now, you find yourself being weirdly attracted to it.

It was nice, instead of creepy. Your sleep deprived brain should’ve been scared. But instead, it was imagining him looking at you like that while he lays on top of you in bed, softly petting your hair and telling you how wonderful you are for accepting him. You hit enter, get the ending screen, and then turn off the game. You’re going to be playing this more. It’s… comforting. You’ll get ending 6 tomorrow. Even though it does make you feel bad to even think about.

 You take a look at the clock. 1:23. You’ve been up that long? God… Falling asleep almost as soon as you hit the bed, you dream of him that night. You’re working the counter at the store you work, and you see him come in. He stares at you for a while, before “browsing” for a game, finding one that he barely looked at, and then coming up to the counter.

“Um… can I get this?” He stutters out. “By the way, you look very sweet!”

“Really, I look sweet? Thanks.” You respond, kindly. He mutters a “You always look sweet…” under his breath, then leaves, before you wake up.

Unlike other dreams you’ve had with fictional characters in them, where they all look like the art style of whatever they’re from, he looked real. Like… real enough to be an actual person you’ve met. You almost wish you didn’t wake up… what has this game done to you? It feels like a spell. Even as you get up, go to the bathroom, make breakfast and sit back down at your computer, you just can’t stop thinking about him.

A Discord notification breaks you out of your mind.

Today at 10:27 AM: hey! Today at 10:27 AM: you didn’t get back to me last night, did you enjoy the game?

Yes, you really did. Really did. So much you can’t stop thinking about it.

Today at 10:32 AM: Yeah, it was really good! I played the game all night, I really like Doe, he seems really sweet and I kinda can’t stop thinking about him haha Today at 10:33 AM: My dream even had him in it

Now that that’s text on the screen and not just a thought bubble in your brain, it sounds a little pathetic, hopefully your friend doesn’t think that…

 Today at 10:35: haha you too? pretty much everybody else i’ve talked to is in the same spot as you Today at 10:35: not really so much me, but i like it a lot too Today at 10:36: i’m glad you liked it, but you always do tend to like the stuff i recommend anyways :)

Whew. Your unsolicited fears just got dashed. That was a close one.

Today at 10:37: Was kinda scared that you’d think it was weird, glad you didn’t Today at 10:37: don’t worry about that, y/n, you’re all good! Today at 10:38: so, what’re your favorite endings?

That was an easy answer, 7, 5, and 1. Should you mention that you didn’t do ending 6? It couldn’t hurt.

Today at 10:39: Oh, easily endings 7, 5 and 1, they’re the best. But ending 2 is good, even though it’s not my favorite. Didn’t get ending 6, lol Today at 10:39: why not?

Yep, that’s the response you expected.

Today at 10:39: It made me feel a little bad to think about telling him that I didn’t love him, poor guy seems like he needs some love in his life Today at 10:40: yeah haha, but you should really do ending 6! it’s pretty cool.

Honestly… your mind was split on doing it. On the one hand, you never liked to leave a game unfinished. But on the other, it just felt wrong to do to poor Doe. He was so sweet. Even in ending 4, when he basically manipulates and kidnaps You! That’s your taste for yanderes coming in strong again… but what the hell, it couldn’t hurt, could it? It’s just a game!

Today at 10:41: anyways, i gotta go. have fun with ending 6!

Well, you’ll go ahead and play through it now… but not before doing ending 1 again. You love the bit at the end where the text scrolls over the art of him with that big smile on his face. His scars look so pretty, you catch yourself thinking.

Playing through it feels like second nature to you at this point. Before you even realize it you’re already at the part where he’s revealed to be in your home all along.

“Can I stay?” YES/NO

You wait. And wait. But for some reason, the sequence where he chooses for you isn’t playing. Must be a bug… so you go ahead and choose yes.

“I knew you wanted me to stay. I didn’t need to make the choice for you that time!” the text says.

Wait… what? That’s not right.

“You want me to stay forever”

“and ever”

The art was different this time. Instead of looking up with normal pupils, he was looking at you, and it felt like it. It felt like he was staring directly at you. But everything else was the same. The text. The ending screen. Nothing else was out of the ordinary. If your friend was still online, you would’ve asked about it.

It’s not like it creeped you out… well, at first it did, but after it was over quite the opposite. You loved it. It must’ve been a secret version of the ending if you played enough times, yeah! Must’ve been.

Time to do ending 6.

Again, doing this was second nature. Just like walking, or breathing. You’d played it that many times yesterday. Because ending 7 was just such a cathartic ending, for both you and for Doe. He deserved it.  Too bad you wouldn’t be doing ending 7 this time, and instead ending 6.

“You know… it’s really unfair.”

…You don’t want to do this to him.

“What? What are you talking about?”

“I don’t like it when you do this ending path… it makes me paranoid.”

That’s not his dialogue. You know it isn’t.

“I do everything right for you. I always do! But then you go down this path, and it scares me.”

Is he speaking to you? It can’t be. It has to be just some meta dialogue meant for if you’ve played the game enough, right? Right?

“I’m anything you want, Y/N. You have to know that, right?”

. . .How did he know your name? That’s impossible. Unless the game grabs your username data from Windows. Maybe that’s why that warning popped up before you installed it. Must just be that. Like other games!

“Is there something wrong with me, Y/N?”

No. There’s nothing wrong with you, Doe. God, you really don’t want to do ending 6 now. But something’s itching you to do it. You don’t know why.

“You love me, right? You have to. You stayed with me all night last night. You must love me! Please answer me…” YES/NO

No. Something was wrong. How did the game know you were up all night playing it? This wasn’t just self-aware dialogue. It felt too real. Like somebody speaking to you through a screen. You were scared.

You answered no.

Doe’s sprite changed. He was frowning. He looked so sad. No dialogue box came up at first. You felt like you had done something wrong. Like you had done something, so, so wrong.

“What?” he whimpered out. You heard his voice. It was deep. But so sad sounding, and meek.

“But… you stayed with me. I just… I don’t understand.” He cried out.

You felt so sorry for him, without realizing it your mouth opened to say “I’m sorry, Do-“

“DO I MEAN NOTHING TO YOU, Y/N?” He screamed out, his sorrowful expression turning to one of anger.

He heard you. He heard you, through the screen. You didn’t have your microphone plugged in.

“PLEASE… PLEASE JUST TELL ME YOU LOVE ME!” He said, even louder now, banging on the screen that separated you from him. You could feel it shake your desk.

“I WANT OUT, I WANT TO GET TO YOU, I NEED YOU!” It sounded like his voice was breaking with tears. You got out of your chair, and backed away from your desk, scared beyond belief, how was this happening? He’s not real, he’s a video game character, you thought as he kept pounding on the veil of the screen, even harder than before, it was so loud you could hear it. He can’t get out, he can’t get out, he can’t ge-

You see his hand come through your monitor. Then his other hand. Then his head, beaming at you with a wide smile. He looked like he did in your dream. How? He pulled himself out of the screen, tears running down his face and blood running down his arm. He must’ve hurt himself pounding on the screen. You cowered in the corner of your room as soon as he got out, hiding your face in your knees, eyes closed shut, hands wrapped around your knees.

You felt his hands gently touch yours. “It’s okay. I just got mad… Just tell me you love me, y/n. That’s all I need to hear.”

You wanted to. God, you wanted to. But you were so scared. Scared that he’d hurt you.

“Why aren’t you saying anything? Did I scare you? You do look so cute when you’re scared, I know I’ve told you that… but it’s still true.” He blurted out. “Oh… I’m sorry. I won’t hurt you. I just need to hear it. You hurt me so much by saying no.”

He was trying to comfort you… it was working.

“I’m not very good at this.” He said, gently. “I just want you to love me. You kept playing the endings where you loved me. I just thought… that meant that you must’ve. You have to. You have to love me.” He raised his voice slightly, like he was getting paranoid. “…Just tell me that you love me.”

You were going to do it. Tell him the truth. You loved him. It’s like a spell was cast on you from the first ending you got. You didn’t want to hurt him any longer than you needed to. You put your knees down, as he held your hands. You opened your eyes, and saw him.

You didn’t get a good look at him as he first came out of the screen. He was so, so beautiful. Long, flowing black hair, beautiful dark brown eyes, with dark circles surrounding them, and an impossibly wide smile. His shirt wasn’t its normal spiral, but instead a “Please love me.” Like would’ve been in the game if this was happening there.

“Doe… it’s okay. I do love you. I didn’t mean it when I selected no. I just wanted to get all the endings. I didn’t know that you… were real. Can you forgive me?”

The pattern on his shirt morphed into a heart as he took you in his arms, and said “Yes.”

“Of course I forgive you, y/n.”

He pressed a kiss to your lips, as you closed your eyes.

You never thought downloading a simple horror dating sim would lead you to this. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- thanks for reading! i really do hope you enjoyed it, i had a very fun time writing it.

[mistertf2xreaderfluffballcake]

How they mercs react to you calling them handsome. Do you know what time it is? It is cheesy writing time!!! I got inspired by @snakess-17 They are also very epic writer :))

Scout

O-Of course I am! (Did s/o really mean it? That was so cute...SCOUT think of a cheesy pick-up line uh of yeah!) He then tells you the most cheesiest pick-up line while his face is bright red.

You bet he will flex about this. FOR A WHOLE MONTH. The others were almost at the limit. Guess what. s/o called me- Oh shut it scout we get it! lover boy. (←engi) YEAH! SHUT IT MAGGOT! (←soldier)

Soildier

THANK YOU CUPCAKE! YOU ARE ALSO THE MOST BEAUTIFUL PERSON ALIVE!!! He will also brag about it. But unlike scout, no one will stop him from doing it. If somebody cuts him off...GO TRANING MAGGOT. COME BACK HERE IF YOU DO 500 PUSH-UPS!! eek.

He will also softly smile when you say that word. It is those rare moments where a soldier's soft side comes out fully instantly. (I mean it always does when he is around you tho)

Pyro

*GAAAAASP* Did s/o seriously say that? Pryo hugs you VERY tightly. Not just a 5-second hug a whole hour hug.

Pyro hugs you much more than usual. Hugs everywhere and anytime. (Pyro hugs you about 3~10 times a day. )

Engineer

AWWWWW Thank you, darling! You are so nice. He is melting. (I`m burnin` up (one of the engi voice lines did you catch that? idk) He will give hundreds of compliments for the next week or so.

If you say that while he talking to someone. He will freeze. Did you just do a cute attack on him!? Critical hit bang!

Heavy (sorry this is short)

He will freeze. Heavy has heard this word being used in romantic movies...*blush* did s/o just... Yup. Heavy is blushing. He rarely blushes. He then gives you about 5 bear hugs for the next few days. S/o is precious. S/o is very cute. Heavy love s/o :)) awwww heavy I love you too.

Demoman

You really *hick* think so? When you noded he legit cried. THIS IS SO SWEET!!! AWW, LOVE COME OVER HERE. GUESS WHAT S/O JUST SAID GUYS!? *SNIFF* He has a bit of body insecurity so having those comforting words come out means the whole world to him. *sniff* He will definitely talk about this with all of his friends. YOU ARE JUST THE SWEETEST HONESTLY!

Sniper

*Windows XP error sound* lol. He will just freeze. Sorry, I Didn't Quite Get That. (Siri reference this is so random. help) If you had described his face it is ''error pls send me help. Cuteness overload'' lol. He will then heat up (like a laptop/computer) Then he will restart. Then he will finally respond. wot.

Medic

He is not sure how to react. Um, thank you s/o! He might not react much but oh boy when he is alone, his head just...KA-BOOM! Did s/o just!? ahhhh they are so sweet! help me. (he will cry about this in bed) For the next few ways, he will have too many checkups for you. Too many. Checkup again medic? Yep, (it is not a checkup it is comforting and hugging each other but anyway.

Spy (tomato time baby~)

...Merde help me. S/o`s kindness and cuteness are killing me (nothing bad with that just in a good way). He will say quick thanks and says he is busy (He is just exploding okay?) He will go on the rooftop then. POOF. His face is bright red, thank god his mask can hide it. *Le Sign* WHY IS S/O IS SO FUCKING DANG CUTE!!! (inside voice) Lord help him, his face is a tomato lmao. He is just so happy! S/o is just so kind. Ugh, I am such a lovesick fool...My lover is waiting for me downstairs I should go see them...My face is red...help. He will then give a million compliments about you too! :)

This was so much fun! All of them are tomatoes~! I-I just kept on laughing when writing scout, solider, and spys part. Expeically soldiers part, gramerly kept on changing it to MORE SOLID and I cant stop laughing, that name fits him. MORE SOLID. But he turns into a liquid when you hug/cuddle him tho. Anyway, let me go back into my cave and eat some chips. Here is a piece of potato chip for you too! Only a piece tho sorry. Just kidding~ Here is a bag of chips (/*'▽')/ *insert bag of potato chip emoji here.*

[fullfledgedghost]

i do not have ao3 or any other fanfiction posting website so i will put my fic on tumblr instead! anyway i wrote a fic about nageki inspired by https://nageki-the-friendly-ghost.tumblr.com/post/690720841841934336/i-wanna-see-the-five-years-of-nageki-alone-in-the <- this post. thank you @nageki-the-friendly-ghost for allowing me to run with your idea lol =)

spoilers are alluded to but not actually stated. you could probably guess what im alluding too though im not great at being subtle lol.

this got really long i apologize. i hope you enjoy!

Fujishiro, Nageki. Freshman. He knew this much from the ID card found in his pocket. There was some other information on the card as well, but he didn’t think it was important. The card was blackened on the edges, almost sooty. He had tried to scrape it off more than once. All he had accomplished was getting his wingtips dirty.

He was in the library. He probably could’ve guessed this from the books scattered around, but some other birds solidified this in their idle chatter with one another.

He wasn’t sure when he had entered the library. He assumed he had fallen asleep in there before class, because that was where he had awoken. He didn’t seem to have any books on him.

For the moment, he was content to remain in the library. He was still a little tired, and when he tried to stand he became light-headed and had to sit down again. The library was comfortably warm, and he found himself drifting back to sleep if he wasn’t careful.

Eventually, the lights dimmed and the students left. Noticing people starting to leave, Nageki stood up (with some difficulty), stretched his wings, and followed the other students into the hallway.

....except he didn’t.

Nageki didn’t know why he couldn’t leave the library, but he didn’t question it as much as he probably should have. Honestly, he was very tired, again for a reason he did not know and could not understand, which made it difficult to put much effort into figuring anything out.

For the moment, he was content to remain in the library and read all day. He hoped his teachers weren’t worried about why he wasn’t coming to class. If he had teachers. He couldn’t remember if he did.

He wondered why nobirdie else was talking to him. The other birds weren’t there when he had first become aware, but they started showing up a little while later. For the most part, they stayed quiet and worked on whatever they were working on, but even when they passed by Nageki’s corner, they never tried to make conversation. Never even looked at him.

Once, he tried talking to one of them. A bird had been looking for a book on a shelf beside Nageki’s usual corner haunt, and he was beginning to grow restless.

“Hey, do you have the time..?” Nageki asked awkwardly. His voice was quiet and a little bit strained. Nageki realized he had forgotten what his own voice sounded like, at some point.

The other bird didn’t respond. They kept searching for a book.

“Um. Excuse me?” He asked again, a little louder this time.

The bird pulled away from the bookshelf, looking annoyed. They sighed and walked to the opposite side of them room, then began looking through another shelf.

Nageki felt.. strange. Was the other bird’s reaction directed at him? It could’ve been at the bookshelf, maybe, but he wasn’t sure.

Maybe everyone hated him, and that’s why they left him alone. Maybe he was just being bullied.

He felt uncomfortable, thinking this. Maybe he would take a short nap to get his mind off things.

One day he saw somebody writing in their library book. He grit his beak and mentally debated whether he should approach the vandal or not. If he really was being bullied, as his current theory stated, it would be a bad idea. But, sometimes it seemed to Nageki that he was the only one who cared about these books. He was the only one who would say anything.

He ruffled his feathers, mustered his courage, and stood up, walking over to the table where the vandal bird sat.

“Hey.” Nageki said, quiet but firm. “Is that your book?” He knew it wasn’t.

The other bird didn’t say anything in response. They didn’t even look up.

Nageki was beginning to grow annoyed.

“Excuse me, sir, but you shouldn’t write in library books. Those are school property.” He knew he sounded kind of dorky, protecting the library books, but he was resolved.

The other bird still didn’t respond. Nageki looked around nervously. What was happening? He had stood up, walked, and started talking to somebody, and yet nobody had looked up from their work. Nobody acknowledged him.

Nageki suddenly became very uncomfortable. Like he was about to remember something he’d much rather forget.

He looked back at the vandal bird. Quickly, and without thinking about it much, he picked up a pencil from the desk and threw it lightly at the other bird. Then he turned around and walked away.

“H-hey, who threw that??” An angry accusation came from the vandal bird. Nageki did not respond. The bird did not ask him to, even if he was the most likely suspect.

He returned to his corner and sat back down, picking up his book but not reading it. Instead, he watched the other birds go about their studying, then leave when the sunlight filtering through the windows started to fade. Eventually, a teacher came in to catch any stragglers, took a look around, and then locked the door. Locking Nageki in.

Nageki no longer thought he was being bullied.

People weren’t coming to the library as much anymore. He’d overheard some of them complaining about the temperature always being too cold. Others mentioned that the room smelled faintly of smoke, and it gave them headaches. One bird mentioned a ghost who stole pencils.

Nageki didn’t know what they were talking about. He hadn’t felt cold in a while, and couldn’t really smell anything either. Maybe they were just being dramatic?

Either way, the library steadily grew emptier and emptier. At first, he was worried about everyone leaving, but once he remembered that nobody could see him anyway, he resigned himself to his fate. He didn’t mind getting to read by himself, he thought. This was what usually happened to him anyway, left alone to read.

...what? What usually happened? When is ‘usually’?

Nageki wished somebirdie would put up a calendar in the library. He had no idea what year it was, or even really what month. He could tell when it was winter because of the snow, and summer because the library was suddenly crowded with birds escaping the heat, but otherwise he was completely blind to time.

He wondered when his birthday was. He wondered if he could still get older. He wondered a lot of things.

Nageki didn’t dream. But when he did, he dreamed of fire. It made him feel guilty. He couldn’t understand why.

It had probably been a while, now, since Nageki had first woken up in the library. He couldn’t quite remember.

He had read a majority of the interesting books in the library, at this point. A few of them, his favorites, he had read more than once. He wished the library would get new books, but it didn’t seem like anyone cared enough to buy any.

This library, for the most part, had remained unchanged since he arrived there. Like it was stuck in time with him. Maybe that’s why he was stuck there, in that library, that place beyond time.

Was he.. beyond time? He wasn’t sure.

He had been sporadically keeping a journal for some time now. He wasn’t sure why, since he knew nobirdie else would read it. He supposed it was nice to keep his thoughts in order.

He had never considered himself much of a writer, better suited to reading books than creating them. But journaling was...... well, it was a way to pass the time. Reading had become less of a hobby and more like the only activity he was permitted to do while stuck here. He needed a new hobby.

Nageki tried to escape from the library a variety of ways. It was sometime over summer, he assumed, because no birds had visited the library in a while. He tried sleeping through those long months, but that hadn’t worked. Eventually, he became restless.

The door, obviously, didn’t work. He knew that. He still tried a few times, but nothing new happened.

There were a few windows leading to the courtyard. Nageki wasn’t sure if they were locked or not, but upon testing them, he found they were unlocked.

He knew trying to leave via window wasn’t actually dangerous for birds, who had wings and could fly, but the action still felt dangerous. It made Nageki’s heart race to stick his head out of the library window. He hadn’t realized how long it had been since he had felt a real breeze.

Unfortunately, the windows all proved unhelpful as well. No matter how hard he tried, he was pushed back into the library much like when he tried to leave via the door.

He sighed and flopped down in the center of the library. He was tired. It took a lot of effort to attempt an escape from the library.

Laying on the floor, Nageki wondered if he could break through the floor and escape that way. As he slowly fell asleep, he wondered why he wanted to leave so bad. Was anything even waiting for him out there..?

When he awoke in a different room, Nageki was surprised. Had he finally done it? Had he finally escaped?

He did not recognize the room he was in, but from the beakers and other equipment scattered around he assumed it was some sort of science classroom. Maybe a lab room.

The presence of a human skeleton on the wall unnerved him. He hoped it wasn’t real. From the books he had read, he knew humans were endangered, and having one’s remains on a wall felt distasteful to him. Yes, that was probably why the idea made him uncomfortable.

A bird he had never seen before entered the room. He began setting up the lab equipment as if he was going to perform an experiment.

Something about this bird made Nageki want to hide from him, even though he knew he couldn’t see him. Maybe it was his suspicious, red-rimmed eyes? Or the expression on his face as he readied whatever experiment he wanted to conduct?

Whatever it was, Nageki took a step back from him. In doing so, he bumped into a rack of empty test tubes and knocked one over. It fell to the ground, shattering.

The suspicious bird looked up, annoyed. “Who’s there? I know that test tube didn’t jump off the desk of its own accord.”

Nageki’s eyes widened, and his feathers ruffled in fright. He had no idea what to do. He didn’t want to be found by this bird.

For some reason, he remembered that certain birds will fly straight up when they are surprised. This seemed like a horrible idea, but Nageki couldn’t think of anything else to try. Quickly, he flapped his wings and accelerated towards the roof of the lab room. Closing his eyes, he braced for impact......

But felt nothing. Opening his eyes, he found himself once again in the library.

What???? Had he been dreaming?? He quickly looked around and found everything as he had last seen it. He sighed.

Though, thinking about it again.... Nageki had an idea. Not giving himself any time to talk himself out of it, Nageki closed his eyes and tried to put his head through the library floor.

...no impact. He opened his eyes. He could see the suspicious bird and the chemistry materials!

He smiled. He was pretty sure this was the first time he’d smiled since waking up, minus smiling while reading.

Nageki pulled his head back into the library. Tentatively, he tried to fly up as well, into the library ceiling. Success! He was outside of the school, on the roof!

He could feel the breeze on his feathers, though it didn’t ruffle them. He assumed whatever made him able to pass through solid walls also made it impossible for the wind to touch him. But he didn’t care. For the first time in however many years it had been, Nageki could actually leave the library.

A few days later, however, his discovery had turned into just more punishment. Sure, he could move up and down, but he still couldn’t go anywhere. No matter what he could see from the rooftop, he was cursed to remain on the rooftop. He still couldn’t really leave.

Nageki was already resigned to his fate anyway. He remained in the library, and didn’t do much except sleep for a while. When he could stay awake, he re-read some of his favorite books. Though, even those were beginning to get boring.

Nageki was bored. Nageki was tired.

He had stopped getting excited when the school year began. Sure, it was fun to watch the other birds go about their high school lives, but it only made him ache for his own. And he knew it was foolish to hope that somebody would finally, finally see him, finally speak to him.

Nageki decided to forget about the other birds. He kept to himself even in the library, preferring to haunt the areas with as few birds as possible. He tried to ignore their conversations, but he still caught a few stories about a new math teacher falling asleep while teaching, or rumors about a human being accepted to the school.

If the library became too crowded, he would fly up to the roof and sleep in the sun for a while. He slept a lot more, these days. Sleep, read, sleep, read, sleep. At least it kept him busy.

And then, one day, something interrupted his routine. It was the beginning of a new school year, and he hadn’t seen many birds in the library yet. He was mostly waiting for some books to be returned, as one that he was in the middle of reading had been checked out over the summer by an unknown student.

And suddenly, a girl walked into the library. A human girl.

Nageki couldn’t help but stare at her. He hadn’t seen a human in years. Or ever. He couldn’t remember. They were such strange creatures. He couldn’t imagine a world where they were in charge. Not that he hated humans, he actually liked them, he was just fascinated by their unique characteristics. He’d heard they were very powerful. This human certainly looked powerful.

The human looked at him. No, she looked through him. He knew she couldn’t actually see him.

“Umm... did you want something from me?” She asked.

...or maybe she could?? She was looking right at him, seeming confused. He panicked and looked away. Was she actually talking to him?????

Well, there was only one way to find out. Still looking at the ground, Nageki spoke for the first time in a while.

“Not really...” he said quietly.

The human was quiet for a moment. He knew it, she was talking to somebirdie else, nobody could see him, nobody would talk to him.

“Are you sure?” She spoke again. Nageki couldn’t believe it. He had no idea what to do.

He had noticed while watching the human that she was carrying some books. He decided to switch the conversation back to something he understood better.

“Yes. I don’t want anything with you.” He told the girl. “...it’s the things you’re carrying that I’m interested in.”

Nageki looked at the stack of books, then at the table, then back at the floor. He had no idea what he was doing.

“Oh... sorry.” The girl responded sheepishly. “Ehehe, they were a little too dense and I never finished them. Were you waiting for them all summer?”

Was she teasing him? He couldn’t tell. He didn’t know what to say. So he said nothing. He simply went back to reading his book. Maybe, if he were lucky, she would just leave him alone to return to his routine.

Understandably, considering his streak of bad luck, the human spoke again. “I’m Tosaka Hiyoko. A sophomore. What about you?”

Nageki wasn’t sure what he was at this point. He had been stuck in this library for so long, he had no idea what was happening in the outside world. And despite how much time he had spent alone, he had no idea what had happened to him, either. Why he was stuck here.

“Y-you’re...?” She asked, awkwardly. He realized he had just ignored her question.

If he hadn’t figured out his past while he was stuck here, alone, all those years, maybe he never would. Maybe, just maybe, this was him being given a chance to change his fate. To end his boring routine.

He remembered the first time he had woken up in the library. How he had looked over his student ID with the blackened corners so many times.

“Nageki.” He said finally. “Fujishiro, Nageki. Freshman.”

[mettywiththenotes]

320 bits I wanna talk about

Iieda looks like he’s doing the *inhale* before the BOI IF YOU DON’T- meme. Something along the lines of “BOI IF YOU DON’T GET YOUR ASS BACK TO UA-” kind of thing lol.

He holding something in definitely. Maybe charging up for an attack? Idk but he sure seems concentrated

Actually, Iieda seems kinda considering. Maybe he’s weighing up if he should join in the fight, as if he’s asking “Will I have to fight Midoriya, if it comes down to it? Or can the others handle this?” Something tells me he doesn’t want to have to weigh in on the fight. Maybe tear into Izuku verbally, but fight? No I don’t think he wants to do that

But also, I find it interesting that that black panel of text is under him and then it cuts to Bakugou yelling at Izuku. I mean, it could very well be Bakugou thinking that, but if that’s so, then why is Iieda the first person we see?

So, I think it’s Iieda thinking that. Tensions are rising, it seems. I’m expecting his turn to be full of a lot of emotion, or at least trying to get across to Izuku that he feels betrayed but mostly just wants Izuku to come back home.

I don’t really know what’ll happen with Iieda exactly, but I’m totally interested to see what happens

I know Bakugou has problems with his emotions and words and stuff, but I also think here he’s trying to anger Izuku in order to get him to fight back, maybe so he’s more angry than flexible in a fight, so the end result would be Izuku getting too angry to predict anything and eventually tripping up, and that’s when 1A could capture him.

The one thing to remember about Izuku is that allowing him to think is going to be the opponent’s downfall. We saw in the Kacchan VS Deku 2 fight that Bakugou knew this and so kept attacking as much as possible so Izuku wouldn’t have time to think. Which worked, because Izuku is great at analysis, so making his “Win” attitude [getting competitive therefore putting more energy into attacking than strategy] come out over his “Save” attitude [you’re my friend and I want to help you] is kind of a weakness of his. That’s kind of one of the reasons he lost that fight.

Then again, maybe Izuku has improved since then? I don’t really know but I think enough time has passed for him to have maybe improved more on that so idk we’ll see

I really love Bakugou’s expression in that bottom screencap lol

His wound!! All bandaged up!! I wonder if there’s a scar there or smthg :O

LET’S GET READY TO RUMBLEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE

I know Enji or Bakugou probably gave them details about the multiple quirks but I still find it wild that everyone just knows now

KOUDA! MY SWEETHEART! I’m glad he’s getting a part in this too, along with Sero. Two of them who didn’t really hang around Izuku but still want him to come back :’)

Sero and Black Whip! Finally! I mean it’s not much but it’s still better than nothing

Also, seems like Sero is trying to taunt Izuku to get him to attack him maybe [same as Bakugou feeding into Izuku’s competitive side] soooo idk Sero following Bakugou’s lead? Maybe :)

Look at how,,,, innocent Izuku looks,,,,, *head in hands* AND SERO TEACHING HIM!!

I knew this lil moment would come bite me in the ass at some point, I knew and yet I’m still tearing up goddamn

That “I thought she was going to tell me its a useless hobby” bit really drives home how Izuku’s friends are 1A, that he loves them and they were the only friends he’s ever had [except Bakugou but he was a bully at the time so I’m not really gonna count him for back then]. HOW many people before UA had gone around and told Izuku his taking notes hobby was useless? SHOW me the people!

I, mettywiththenotes, will NOT allow anybody to slander one of my own!

I know it’s like the only moment Izuku and Ojiro shared, with the sports festival thing, but it’s still really sweet that Ojiro sees that Izuku stood up for him

*head in hands*

Shouldn’t this kid be more worried that he’s likely going to get kidnapped?

“Yeah this super evil villain guy has decided he wants to kidnap me and take me away, but like nbd guys really, that’s why I left in the first place! So I wouldn’t be a burden!” Somebody get this kid a fucking therapist or some shit

This is kind of a chilling and pretty scene though. The rain falling above Izuku and him looking down with these piercing green eyes likely being the only light between them. Good stuff.

Satou! Aha I like how he’s pulling all the stops, such as “I WON’T LET YOU BORROW MY INGREDIENTS FOR ERI!”

Also let’s appreciate that Satou caught Ojiro and Jirou and managed to land on a freaking traffic light. The balance on this kid! Very well done

Kaminari putting Izuku in a headlock! How cute :)

Be cuter if they weren’t trying to subdue a martyr-complex cryptid from killing himself, but still

Does Shouji have some kind of support-item?? Or could he always do the stretchy thing?? Or I guess maybe he’s just stretching his arms out like branches [like he usually does] and using them as more like a capture weapon rather than his usual stuff. I don’t think we’ve ever seen him use his heteromorph body and quirk for anything other than the 5 senses, though I could be wrong

Also Shouji remembering what Izuku said at the training camp, I’m so glad! Shouji always seems like the kind to be so protective over his friends, so I’m glad he remembered that. Then again, Izuku did compare them to freaking ALL MIGHT, but if the nice analytical kid in your class who knows your limits and strengths says you could basically beat A GOD, then that’s definitely one for the memory scrapbook lmao

“It’s nice and dark here, Dark Shadow.” Who said that?? Kami or Izuku?? I just have this mental image of Izuku being shrouded in darkness and trying to keep his eyes open from falling asleep haha

Tokoyami remembering that from all the way back then!! It makes me think that not only have Bakugou and Izuku been watching each other, but that Izuku has always had everybody’s eyes on him! Which is true, he’s inspired everyone! It goes both ways; Izuku loving his friends, and them loving him back :’)

Kami telling him to take a bath lmao I love it. Finally somebody said it

*ugly sobbing noises*

This kind of segment, with a mask falling, a space in-between and a reveal, reminds me of Compress’ reveal :) In that, the person is hiding their identity and then when the mask comes off, they reveal who they truly are underneath

While Izuku is of course determined to go after AFO and is quite the fearsome powerhouse, I really think when he takes off that mask, he’s showing who he really is underneath - a scared little boy who just wants everyone to be happy

JESUS, SHOUTO REALLY IMPROVED HIS QUIRK HUH!! LOOK AT IT, IT’S EVEN HIGHER THAN THE SKYSCRAPERS!!

“The burden placed on you... it doesn’t allow for tears, right?” He sounds so sassy here.

Kind of like saying “Oh you look upset. But that’s weird, I thought Heroes weren’t supposed to cry.” Lol it really shows here how pissed Shouto is at Izuku

But then he relents from that snark and is like “Hey, come on, we’ll share this burden. I’m not letting you go it alone, remember that we’re all here.” :’)

I love when Shouto is sassy and passive aggressive but I also love it when he shows that soft side of him

Okay, this is something I really love.

Tsuyu didn’t join the Bakugou Rescue Squad because “they would be just like Villains breaking the rules”

But here she is, learning from that regret of hers and coming right back to make sure Izuku isn’t the one struggling. She wants to be a part of this rescue squad and pick up where she left off :)

Tsuyu has always struggled with her regrets. It was shown after Kamino when she cried, but for me, I only realised this fully during the Joint Arc when she had her regrets about not making better decisions and not being quick enough [I think that was it].

“I won’t cry in such a flurry” reminds me of “I want to live a life without regret” and so that’s what she’s saying here. This won’t be another regret of hers. She wants to do her best to save her friend

“When scared, you’re allowed to tremble when it’s tough, you’re allowed to shed tears. That’s how you become a Hero like in the comics.”

I feel like that quote piggybacks off of Shouto’s “Heroes cry too”, in that, this is now 1A comforting Izuku. This is them fully coming up to him and telling him that they can help, and that he’s allowed to feel sad about his situation. Shouto’s quote was the teaser, while this entire chapter [and the rest that come to follow] is the main course.

And this is exactly who Tsuyu is. Reassuring, comforting, someone dependable. It says a lot that she’s come from not going to help in Kamino, confessing her feelings and crying about it, then coming back in a similar situation and offering her help - that she’s not willing to just let an opportunity go to better herself. I think I remember reading a few posts on her crying after Kamino and saying it was “performative” or that she just “wanted attention” or smthg like that, but I think she’s really just quite an honest person, and here she is making a great show of how she won’t let something like her guilt slow her down from being the hero she wants to be.

[A part of me feels like this is also a little more evidence with the whole People Not Caring About Bakugou’s Feelings Of Helplessness but like. I digress. It kinda counts but at the same time, it’s not what is going on at the moment.]

Seeing everyone try to reassure Izuku was lovely, and I can’t wait for the rest. I’ve seen a lot of people waiting more for Bakugou’s portion of the battle [AND YEAH DUDE ME TOO] but I really feel like Bakugou’s won’t come until like 2 chapters later or something.

Cause, if this chapter is anything to go by, we’ll probably get through Mina, Mineta, Kirishima, Hagakure and Aoyama next chapter, and then we’ll move onto the “more important” conflicts which will be Iieda and Uraraka, and if their segments are chocked with tension drama and tears, then Bakugou will have a whole chapter to himself hopefully.

Which means we’ll probably have to wait 2 more chapters until we get that sweet, sweet Bakugou chapter :( I hope I’m wrong and it comes sooner than predicted but whatever

I know for some people, that’s all they want, but personally I love these little bits that reflect on the background characters. As someone who isn’t really obsessed with the background characters but also likes them enough to appreciate their development/the little moments they have, I gotta say I really liked this :)

[giorno-plays-piano]

Promises

Hi dear! As agreed, I’ve changed it to dad’s friend!Bucky <3 Hope you’re going to enjoy this!

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader

Warnings: yandere, obsession, age gap, daddy kink, allusion to non-con, death of minor characters.

Words: 3000.

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Looking at the lonely chocolate muffin laying on the table in front of you, you closed your eyes for a couple of seconds, making a wish: it was your birthday, and you were stuck in some filthy roadside diner with no one but Mr. Barnes by your side.

Bucky. You were ought to call him Bucky, you reminded yourself, opening your eyes and blowing softly on a single candle sitting on the top of your muffin.

It wasn’t his fault you two ended up here - there had been a huge accident on your way back home, a tanker truck exploded into flames in the middle of the highway. In fact, you were lucky you were far away since several drivers and passengers who had the misfortune to be close to the truck had already been declared dead. It was all over the news, most of the people inside diner glued to the old TV hanging on the wall.

Staring at the candle, you carefully pulled it off and dropped it on a cheap white napkin, taking the muffin and eagerly having a bite. Mr. Barn... Bucky watched you from the other side of the table, his coffee already long cold. There was no smile on his face as you quietly said thank you to him, but you barely remembered him smiling at all despite knowing him for several years at the very least. He was your dad’s friend, and he often visited your house to share a beer and watch hockey with your dad late in the evening. Who could imagine it would be Bucky of all people helping you stay afloat.

“What did you wish for?” He asked you, and chuckled grimly at him, wiping your mouth with the back of your hand. Apparently, you had to keep it a secret to make your wish come true, but it didn’t matter now.

“To have a family.”

You gulped down a sob and stared at the red table as Bucky reached out to pat your shoulder gently. Both of you knew what you meant, but you had no strength to talk about it again. It was still painful as hell.

“It will get better.” He said quietly as you nodded, wiping away your tears and gulping down your coke. “You need time.”

Yeah, time, that was what everyone around you kept saying as if time could change the fact you were all alone now; as if it could make you forget all that happened and keep the pain away. What could time do? Make you insensitive, unsympathetic, and unable to feel anything at all. All this time could probably do to you, sure.

He bought a couple of ham sandwiches and bottles of coke for the evening and left with you following him closely. The motel room was just as dirty as the diner, but you didn’t expect anything else, preparing to cleaning it up - anyway, there wasn’t much you could do around here. Although there were lots of people stuck here along with you two, you had no wish to go talk to them about the tragedy. You had your own already, and it was enough for you.

“Your uncle looks scary on this photo.” Your phone buzzed in your pocket, and you picked it up, reading the message from April, your best friend - your only friend, to be completely honest. “Like he’s straight out of those serial killer documentaries.”

“April, come on."

"what, I'm serious lol"

"Maybe he’s not your sunshine guy, but he’s the only one who stayed with me after all that happened."

"And he is NOT my uncle!”

“sorry girl just wanted to cheer you up”

You smiled at the text, missing Bucky’s gaze as he came closer to you.

“Who’s that?” He asked, and you raised your eyes at him, immediately getting back to your grim state.

“April. She saw the photo I sent her.” Explaining quietly, you tried pretending you were happy, stretching your lips in a thin smile and thinking whether Bucky could feel it. “She’s checking on how we are here.”

“Good.”

With that he left to bathroom, leaving you on your knees scrubbing the floor. He was bad at cleaning - really bad, missing tons of dirty spots to the point it felt like he didn’t clean anything at all. That was why you preferred doing it yourself. Besides, it was him who paid for the room and food despite you trying to share the expenses, so you felt obliged to him.

Bucky certainly wasn’t the most talkative or friendly type, but he still cared about you, supporting you the way he could. Even if he was way older than you, and a part of you still didn’t feel very comfortable around him, Bucky was the only one by your side. He agreed living with you when most of your relatives had little interest in staying even for a few days longer, leaving you all alone. He helped you with all the legal stuff you knew nothing about, never having to deal with these issues before. He gave you a drive to your university campus every morning and called you every time when you were supposed to come home, probably afraid you’d do something to yourself. That was what you thought, at least.

He was a good man. Maybe a little gruff, seemingly unfriendly, intimidating even, but still better then all those who promised to look after you and then vanished.

“I’m going to go for a walk.” Bucky said after leaving bathroom and putting his sneakers on. “Will you be okay by yourself?”

You felt shame bubbling up inside you at his words. He still thought you might be suicidal.

“Of course. I’ll be waiting here.”

With that he nodded and left you alone with a bright pack of Lysol and dirty doormat on the floor. Sighing, you felt relieved, finally staying all by yourself in the grim silence of the room. It wasn’t that bad. You weren’t stuck together somewhere in the desert with no food and shelter. Tomorrow morning you’d be able to return home from that little improvised vacation Bucky organized purely for you, staying in a cabin close to the beautiful lake in the woods. It wasn’t his fault you were spending your birthday like this, scrubbing the floor clean and wiping the dust from shelves and nightstands instead of celebrating somewhere in the club with April, drinking fancy cocktails.

In half an hour you finished the clean up and had a shower, changing into your funny pink pajamas - you knew your looked pathetic in it, considering how old it was, but it was one of the things that made you feel safe. Anyway, Bucky didn’t care about the way you looked, so you simply wore whatever you found comfortable, often looking like a kid who was too big to fit into their old clothes.

“Whatcha doin??” A message popped up on the screen as you checked your phone again.

“Gonna go to sleep, I guess. I didn’t sleep well yesterday again.”

“i have a gooood recipe for a nice 8-hour sleep”

“Really? What’s that?”

Instead of answering you clearly, she sent you a link. To your horror, instead of checking the name first you simply clicked on it and found out April sent you some porno. Groaning, you quickly turned it off, afraid somebody gonna hear it - the walls here were out of paper, you could swear.

“WHAT THE HELL IS THIS?” You typed furiously. “Are you mad?”

“come on, what are we, holy virgins?? Ima telling you, this thing works! Just try it, you’ll be sleeping after this in no time!”

“April, even if I’m gonna believe this crap, Bucky just went for a walk. I have no clue when he’s going to come back. Do you really think I’m ready to do this when he’s around?”

“damn girl just don’t put earphones, cover yourself with a blanket and sit facing the door.” You could literally see her rolling her eyes at you. “you’re a grown up, there’s nothing to be ashamed of. When you hear the man coming, just turn it off!”

Rubbing your eyes tiredly, you muted your phone and carefully opened the link again, trying to understand what kind of porno she sent you exactly. Apparently, it was that daddy thing she kept telling you about - you read the name of the video, and your face grew unbearably hot in a second. Damn, this girl had no shame whatsoever.

But maybe she was right: you needed to release some tension that had been building up over the last months. It was quite an innocent way to do it, really, and you’d be careful enough to do it before Bucky came back, finding anything suspicious. You were a human being, after all! There was nothing nasty in what you were going to do, you tried assuring yourself.

“I’m gonna regret it.”

“NO GIRL YOU WON’T! Treat yourself!!”

Laughing, you quickly dropped your phone on your bed, taking a tablet out of your backpack along with a pair of pink socks - you couldn’t explain it, but your feet were always getting cold while you pleasured yourself. Getting comfortable on your bed and wrapping a comforter around yourself, you opened your tablet, setting the volume level low and finding that link April sent you. You threw a quick glance to the door, prepared to switch the tablet off any second if Bucky was going to show up. Shoot, were you doing it for real? Yes, yes you were.

Opening the video, you bit down on your lower lip, a little ashamed still. Trying to get these thoughts out of your head, you concentrated on what was happening in the video, watching a girl sitting on the lap of a beefy bearded man stroking her ass. He was speaking to her softly, but in a very low, husky voice, and you realized it was getting warm in between your thighs. You closed your eyes, listening to the voice that, along with a sound of him slapping the girl, was making you aroused way more than the picture itself.

"Have you been good, princess?" The man whispered, and you could see the smug grin on his face even with your eyes closed.

Yes, you have, you thought, your hand slowly trailling down your belly and touching the elastic of your cotton panties.

Fuck, you heard the sound of one more slap and bit your lip again, imagining it was you he spanked, caressing your raw, hot skin with his calloused palm, his fingers digging in your soft flesh when you tried moving away, quietly squirming from his touch. You were a good girl for him. You'd do what your daddy told you, baring your ass in front of him and getting back on his lap, moving on top of him, making him feel you through the fabric of his pants until you ruined them. Would daddy be happy if you rode him, moaning like some dirty slut until he shut you with his mouth? Would he like you cumming on his cock with your eyes rolling inside your skull out of immense pleasure?

With your fingers on your clit, you gently stroked that bundle of nerves, getting more and more wet until you soaked your panties, listening to the voice of that man and imagining being with your own daddy, somebody who would take care of you, somebody who would never leave you alone and comfort you when you needed it the most. Oh, were you crying, thinking of it? You could feel your eyes growing wet as you softly moaned. You imagined the man touching your hair and kissing your forehead, and tears were now streaming down your cheeks.

You were pathetic, you thought. You couldn't even pleasure yourself while watching porno anymore.

Softly sobbing, you kept listening to the video, touching your sleek folds and missing the shadow that descended upon you - you couldn't see the stranger behind the window, watching you sitting there on your bed with a tablet in front of you, seeing the video clearly. Maybe Bucky couldn't hear it from the outside, but he knew it - he saw it a couple of weeks ago when he felt a little lonely.

You almost cummed when you heard the steps right outside the door, inmediately hitting the screen to stop the video and hiding your tablet beneath the comforter. You didn't figure out anything better than pretending you were already asleep, aside from the fact it was barely seven.

Covering your head, you prayed Bucky didn't see anything suspicious, mentally cursing April for sending you the link. Shit, you knew this wasn't going to end well! Why on Earth did you even tried something as reckless and stupid as this when Bucky could show up any minute?

"I know you're not sleeping."

His voice sounded so much closer than you anticipated that you almost flinched, holding your breath for a couple of seconds. Fuck, did he know? Did he hear you? Could he see the tablet beneath your blanket?

You stilled, still pretending you were sleeping when Bucky landed close to you, the bed dipping under him. When he suddenly touched your leg, making you flinch involuntarily, you clamped a hand around your mouth. Shit! What was he doing? He had never ever touched you like that before. Was he mad? Did he-

"You can stop pretending, little one." As Bucky lifted your comforter, you stared at him, terrified to the core with your eyes almost popping out of their sockets.

Immediately, you tried moving away, determined to get to the other side of the room, but he quickly held you down with his hands on your wrists, getting on top of you. Shit. Staring at his dark but calm expression, you saw a strange glint in his eyes that had never been there before. The thought made you shiver.

Something was wrong with the way he hold you, looked at you - it was not like before when he treated you like some sad kid, patting your head awkwardly when you cried and rarely giving you a hug. You were staring at the man who barely reminded you of Bucky who had been coming to your house to watch a hockey game late in the evening. This man seemed like a stranger.

"Please, Mr. Barnes-"

"Shhhh." He interrupted your pleading, leaning closer to you so his dark hair brushed against your face. "Don't be scared. It's alright."

No, no, it wasn't alright in any sense, and you kept struggling, doing your best to break free from his grasp until Bucky made you yelp from pain, grabbing your hands so hard you thought you'd have bruises. When you got silent, trembling beneath him with your eyes full of tears, he got closer, his forehead touching yours as he exhaled into your face.

“P-please, I don’t want to.”

“Don’t you? I’ve seen what you’ve been doing while I was gone.” His stormy grey eyes bore into you, and you thought Bucky was angry at you watching that filthy porno. “But I won’t punish you.”

“What do you want then?” You sobbed, then froze when he kissed your cheek, and then your nose and eyelids, his chapped lips brushing softly against your skin. His touch felt warm.

“To take care of you.”

You looked at him with your watery eyes, whimpering softly when Bucky kissed your forehead as you relaxed beneath him, shocked at his words. Take care of you? What did he mean by that? Wasn’t he taking care of you already? No, now you knew why Bucky was close, and he definitely wasn’t some good Samaritan you imagined him to be. Was it all for this? Did he pretend to be your friend just to let you lower your guard?

Crying, you closed your eyes, thinking how silly you were wanting someone to be by your side, having dreams about someone taking care of you, comforting you when even the one you thought was there for you just wanted to use a silly little girl and throw her away.

“Take what you want and go.” You managed to mumble, choking on a sob. “Just leave me alone.”

Bucky raised his brows, his gaze heavy as he stared at your face wet with tears. “Why would I? Didn’t you hear what I just said, little one?”

You gave him a sarcastic smile, avoiding looking him in the eyes. “You’re here because you want to take something from me. So, take it and go. Please!”

Bucky let out a loud breath, getting off you and rolling to the side, but holding you close and pressing your face into his chest. You could feel a subtle smell of sweat coming from him; strangely, it was almost comforting. Anyway, you had no strength left to fight him, so you just laid there, his hands on your back and in your hair. His black zipped hoodie was quickly getting wet with you still sobbing quietly.

“I’m not going anywhere, little girl.” He whispered, touching the top of your head with his lips. “You’re mine to take care off. Look at you, barely able to sleep on your own. How do you think you will manage without me?”

You didn’t answer, not knowing what to say. What Bucky told you was true - you barely existed outside of your house, facing the reality where you were always alone. April was trying her best to help you come to your senses, but she wasn’t family. You needed a family.

“Will you stay?” You whimpered, shaking lightly at the though Bucky would go, too, and you would end up all by yourself, talking to four walls until one day they would talk to you, too.

“Remember your birthday wish?” He asked instead of answering your question, and you felt like the air was sucked out of your lungs. But before you had time to said something, Bucky dropped a kiss to your forehead again, caressing your head tenderly. “I am your family, little one. You will never be alone.”

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𝐡𝐚𝐢𝐤𝐲𝐮𝐮 𝐛𝐨𝐲𝐬 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐲𝐨𝐮 !

dancing headcannons !

content: fluff, that’s really it lol 

characters: sugawara, terushima, tendou, yamaguchi, oikawa.

a/n: not me listening to a haikyuu playlist and getting inspo from it- totally didn’t stay up all night to finish season 3 either wha t ? idk what you’re talking about.

i noticed my bnha post didn’t do so well, so i’ll stick with the haikyuu guys (and girls maybe? ooo) for now <3 hope you enjoy some silly fluff with them !

sugawara !

2nd most wholesome on this list.

Suga and you are just cleaning up the gym after practice one day.

You’re not exactly glad to be doing it, but you had offered to help your boyfriend out earlier,so there was no turning back now.

You had decided to play some music at some point, opting for an upbeat playlist to help you.

With motivation, of course! Upbeat music got you in that mood. Plus, the sound was cool inside the gym.

You hear Sugawara humming along every so often, the way you two moved around each other as you cleaned was almost like it’s own kind of dance, and you couldn’t help but smile.

“Sugar, come here.”

He takes your hands in his, pulling you away from the task at hand all of a sudden

You protest a little, but you give in and just stay put.

He’s grinning at you, tugging you a little closer.

“What’s this?” You cock an eyebrow at him.

“Just a little dance, c’mon! The clean up can wait a bit longer. Your face will get wrinkles with how much you’ve been pouting.”

Okay backhanded remark aside, you couldn’t just say no

You laugh as he sways back an forth with you to the beat, occasionally stepping on each other.

“Guess we both have two left feet, Y/N.” He jokes, spinning you around as the song changed to a slower one.

Any dances with him are just lighthearted and fun, neither of you really minding the fact that it was so offbeat.

Get dance lessons smh 

He’d add in twirls here and there

Eventually you’d settle down from all the laughs and goofing off and just sway back and forth slowly, you head resting on his chest, his hands on your waist.

Please omg I want this :’)

You guys get so caught up in it that somebody ends up coming back and then catching you both (yes, it was daichi, and yes he left awkwardly).

terushima !

This mans tries to be suave when he dances

You aren’t fooling anybody okay

stick with the sprinkler or something -

If anything, his dancing can be described as chaotic and random.

Sure, he has some moves but sir you aren’t michael jackson or something- 

One night in particular though, it’s a bit different. 

He kept bugging you to check something out with him that night, and so you just agreed instead of arguing about it at 2am.

He shows up at your window and he climbs inside your room.

Yes, yes he did and I do not regret that 

“Y/N! Check it out!”

You have to shush him because wtf it’s 3AM SIR

He’s quick to apologize, and just shoves one of the earbuds to his phone at you, and you of course pop it into your ear

And then you’re being pulled close and away gently, and his tongue is sticking out in slight concentration. cute :’)

i honestly forgot what this was called so uh my bad but it’s really fun trust me

“Somebody’s been practicing.” Tease him, please LOL

“It’s fun, right??”

So he CAN dance, if he actually tries. B)

Yeah don’t forget that he literally snuck into your house, because I sure haven’t

Your parents woke up not soon after you both started to laugh and giggle, but you didn’t hear the footsteps because you both were to wrapped up in the music and each other

Let’s just say he was banned from the house for a month or so 

Worth it though

tendou !

At this point it’s common knowledge that he breaks out into little dances randomly 

He isn’t even confined to any actual type of dance, he just goes for whatever he feels like doing in the moment, whatever feels right

So whenever you dance with him, it’s always really entertaining to watch him

But

He’ll tug you into a dance literally anywhere without a care in the world.

Which is cute omg, but social anxiety could never

This time just happened to be on the sidewalk, because there was a musician, and in Tendou’s words; “We can’t just let their music go to waste~”

So yeah, he’s dancing with you on the sidewalk in front of literal strangers and you’re embarrassed to say the least dw i would be too T^T

Like sir please why here

He’s reassuring you over and over that you’re just fine, let the people stare, etc etc. After all, you’re just having fun together, and that’s no crime

True, y’all could be robbing the pet store of hamsters if you really wanted to. yes i imagine he would do that and I’ll say it again smh

You end up loosening up eventually, he was just too happy and c’mon, this is Tendou. :’)

Y’all may have started a public dance floor

And it’s awesome as hell when you think about it

He twirls you dramatically, waving his free hand around as he hummed along to the song.

“Y/N, see what happens when you have just a liiiittle bit of fun? Hm~?”

Okay fine you see his point there

Literally sounds so fun to do this, so he gets 100/10 

yamaguchi !

Here’s the most wholesome one imo. unless that was tendou, idk-

Yams is so sweet with you, to the way he holds your hand, how he talks to you, all of it.

Dancing with you is no exception here.

He and you were sitting in the living room, all snuggled up on the couch together because it was a rainy day. 

Rainy days were always so calm and nice with him, just watching tv or napping together.

Yams asked you if you wanted to dance this time, rather bashfully though

And then you had an amazing idea

“What if we did it outside? Like in the movies?”

“H-Huh?”

Baby is blushing :’)

But he’s totally up for the idea, he’s nodding and agreeing right away.

Which is how you guys ended up outside in the pouring rain. 

You both were not prepared for the feeling of wet clothes sticking to your skin, it was mildly uncomfortable to say the least-

But you guys were just barefoot on the driveway and you both were holding each other close, just enjoying being there together that it kind of outweighed the initial discomfort

You settled for gentle, slow swying as your head rested against him, his hand reaching up to stroke your cheek every once and awhile

Yes his head is resting on top of yours, or at least his chin is resting on your shoulder

He makes a joke about how it’s weird to dance with no music

And then you end up just humming together and making your own. :’)

By the time you guys are done, you both vow to do it again, it was actually really calming

But of course y’all are soaking wet so it’s dry off time

Expect many cuddles after :D

oikawa !

Okay as much as he’s not my favorite of all time

I can appreciate the idea that he’d be the most knowledgeable dancer on this list

Like mans can serve and set like nobody’s business

But he can also dance.

He’s honestly proud of his dance skills, and takes it upon himself to teach you.

He’s a a bad teacher tho -

You guys are at your house during a holiday with your family, and he of course said his present to you this year is to teach you how to dance

Your family finds it funny because they know you can’t dance for your life.

But they’re egging Oikawa on

“Please no, end my suffering”

“So dramatic, tsk tsk. C’mon, Y/N-chan, it’ll be fun! I’m a great teacher.”

No you aren’t but go off LMAO

The first 15 minutes is awkward because you literally don’t know where to put your feet or hands.

Oikawa is smirking at you, because he finds it adorable 

After a bit of teaching you have some of it down, so now it’s just you both waltzing around the living room, trying not to bump into furniture

Your family is clapping and hooting because that’s what parents do apparently

You smack his arm lightly when he leans down to peck at your jaw real quick

Sir please

He gets a A+ for actually knowing an actual dance dance, but a B because

I know he would suck at teaching.

thanks for reading this ! i hope these were decent, i had fun writing tendou’s and suga’s, it gave me serotonin LOL - 

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supernatural s15e14 last holiday (w. jeremy adams)

DEAN Hmm. Ah, Jack come out of his room yet? SAM No. I mean, can you blame him? His soul is back. Everything is hitting him. Everything he’s done. Everything he has to do. Amara. DEAN Yeah. Well, I mean Billie said it, to kill Chuck, you gotta kill Amara, too.

handy that sam has that very experience, post-soulless guilt. also questioning the fact they need to kill amara. billie hasn't had all the right answers, but it's like a) chuck said can't kill me because of balance which hello of course he's slightly biased on the reasons he can't be killed b) logical conclusion wiping out amara and then apparently confirmed by billie? sure whatever. i'm not buying it :p

this whole restarting the bunker sequence has weird dialogue for dean. i'm telling you this season feels off in a million different directions.

good grief. well, i'm glad the production draft dialogue didn't make it to screen.

DEAN Ha-ha! Victory! Now… burger time. Meat man! Comin’ to town!

but no meat for sam, apparently

mrs butters / roseanne s3e21 meagen fay as kathy bowman

ah, meagan fay! she's been a ton of things but i'm pretty sure i know her from roseanne. man, i loved that show. goddamned shame roseanne herself turned out to be a fucking awful person. best quality image i could get was someone recording from their tv lol

DEAN Well, I was walking into my room, about to, uh, dive into my Dean Deluxe. I look up, and there she is, folding my, uh, underthings. SAM Your underthings?

why wouldn't he just say boxers or underwear. he could have been awkward about it with those too. going to look to see what i thought of jeremy adams's other episodes and it was the scooby one (cowriter) 13x16 and sam's soul wound whatever thing and eileen 15x07 and i wasn't terribly enthused about either of those episodes so ¯\_(ツ)_/¯

MRS. BUTTERS No, I was more of a helper. I, uh, took care of the cleaning and laundry and the cooking. The Men of Letters, though highly intelligent, were oblivious to the necessities of life. But they were my boys. My family. DEAN Well, that’s very progressive

i am open to enjoying this episode (trying to, at least) but the premise is just. a lot to swallow.

she literally saw dean walk into his room with a homemade burger yet commenting on the home cooked meal. and i'm just not buying that their clothes/they stink. i would when they were young and literally barely scraping by and living on the road, but not now

DEAN He’ll be fine. I mean, I’ve been through worse. Look at me, I’m the picture of health. SAM Ignoring your trauma doesn’t make you healthy. DEAN Sure it does.

not sure we've seen sam really processing much either, though he's sort of talked about dealing with it

like... this is reading more like not great fic than an episode. oof

obligatory head shaking of random music choice that sounds like it should be in star wars or something to indicate foreboding drama at the end of this conversation where dean says jack just needs some time/space (jay gruska ofc)

open mind, nic. open mind

this is... i don't even know what. give jackles an inch and he'll ham it up for a mile and it's not my kind of humor and the fucking cap, it's just so over the top. and then flashing sam and him gagging. like. sigh. not my jam, to put it lightly

no words

he kept mjolnir? i don't remember that episode at all honestly

it's all very cartoonish. i'm sure the conflict is sure to follow shortly

so the docile mommy indentured servant magical creature was also useful for killing people, gasp

DEAN Oh, wow. Somebody’s shopping at Abercrombie and Bitch. MRS. BUTTERS Oh! Language! DEAN Well – MRS. BUTTERS Don’t you listen to him. You look very handsome. SAM Eileen’s in town. So I thought, after everything that’s happened, you know, we could go out on a date. Dinner and privacy, something. DEAN Heavy on the something!

all right. guess they're gonna try again

so this random wood nymph lady was able to basically power down jack, who everyone says is basically the most powerful being out there, with some magical ingredient containing smoothies. sure.

why the archangel blade, who knows. since apparently it only works to kill archangels when wielded by one, right? but jack's a whatever anyway

SAM Why didn’t you call me? DEAN Well. I mean, I, you know, figured you were “practicing your sign language.” SAM And that’s more important than coming to save you? DEAN Hmm.. SAM Dean? DEAN It’s been a while for you, man, you know?

😐 not like dean trying to get sam laid is a new thing, he's been on that train since s1. but for some reason it's weirding me out with eileen. well, maybe it's always kind of weirded me out but now I have even more complicated feelings about them so it's increased the weirdness

DEAN Okay, I’m just going to say this, okay? Just get it out there. Jack. I’m trying, okay? I really am. But what you did, that’s not easy to forget. Now I was angry with you, for a while. And maybe I still am a little bit, okay? But I’m not gonna let some evil Mary Poppins take you out. Do you understand?

well, that was nice. glad they had that moment at least

ripping off sam's fingernails, great. didn't the gods in the christmas episode do that to him too?

welp. undid some brainwashing and she's out. whatever, man. woof.

who lights the candle first then puts it in the cake lol

little hint of the dads and their kid sweet dynamic they had in the before times. followed up by ominous music.

[laddieseddiemunster]

Salutations :) I just found your page and it’s amazing! I was wondering how you’d think the lost boys would react to a vegetarian s/o? I’ve always wondered what cross road that would be like cause as much as I’d love to be a vampire (who wouldn’t?) I don’t know if I could bring myself to actually hurt someone? Even if I was starving lol

Thank you very much! This is a very interesting concept because it seems like the boys are able to eat human food if they wanted to, so they either alternate or they just had the Chinese food to seem human towards Michael. I feel like it probably was a struggle for the boys at first, but they got used to it. I’m doing this separately because I feel like they’d all act differently. I also did a vampire reader, so I guess they had their first kill but hated the feeling of taking innocents lives away so they went vegan vamp.

Hope you enjoy!

The Lost Boys x Vegetarian!Vampire!Reader

David

David would definitely be pretty surprised when you told him. To him, being able to feed is like heaven, so he couldn’t understand why you didn’t feel the same way he felt. It’d take some explaining on your part to make him understand. When you explained to him that you didn’t like hurting people, David kinda thought you were joking.

To David, killing innocent people doesn’t affect him at all. He treats it as something he has to do, and he’s gotten used to it. He doesn’t remember the last time he felt guilty for slaughtering one of his victims. When he first turned he was a little scared to make his first kill, but is David gonna admit to that? Of course not. He understands where you’re coming from, but what he doesn’t understand is why you completely refuse to kill again.

According to David, killing and being able to drink from a human is one of the best feelings he’s ever felt. For you to feel the complete opposite and be a vampire like he is, it’s a huge shock for him. Knowing David, he’d probably argue with you about it. He’s hella stubborn, and practically refuses to understand your point of view. Eventually, he sort of starts to understand.

It kind of magically clicked into his brain one day. David realized that you not only cared about his or your feelings, but you also cared about other people’s feelings. You could never hurt somebody, even if you didn’t know them. David wasn’t like that. He could kill someone and not care about it the next day. David felt pretty bad for arguing with you over the whole situation. He definitely wouldn’t pressure you to kill, or even get upset with you over it anymore.

Once David completely understood why you didn’t kill, blood would never be addressed again. He’d completely get rid of the bottle with his blood, so you wouldn’t be reminded of it. Every time David would go out to feed he’d clean himself off of all the leftover blood before coming home to you. The last thing he’d want is to smell like human remains while he’s around you. Any conversation about killing would be completely shut down by David. If it made you uncomfortable, then god forbid one of the boys from bringing it up. There’s no way David would change his eating habits. He’ll change some of his regular actions to make you feel comfortable, but there’s no way he’ll stop feeding on humans.

Dwayne

Dwayne was a little taken aback when you told him, but in a way he understood. When he turned he couldn’t imagine killing other people in order to survive. But it’s something he does every day now, and he wouldn’t go back and change it. He’s gotten used to it, and he enjoys the feeling he gets when he’s feeding. When you explained to Dwayne that you felt the exact opposite, he was at a loss for words at first.

Killing innocent people isn’t exactly a concern for Dwayne. The only living humans he refuses to kill are children. They’re lives have just started, and he wouldn’t be able to live with himself if he killed a kid. Other than that, Dwayne doesn’t really care about his victim’s feelings when he’s ripping them apart. To Dwayne, it’s just a meal. He has to eat to survive, so he’s gotta do what he’s gotta do.

Dwayne did not know what to say when you told him. He just kind of went “oh.” He understood that a first time vampire would have trouble making kills, but you weren’t a first time vampire, you flat out refused to kill anyone. Dwayne would never pressure you to kill anyone, but he’d definitely wanna know why you were a vegetarian vampire. The only other vampires he knew were the boys and Max, and they definitely would never give up feeding off of humans.

When you explained the reason why you were a vegetarian vampire to Dwayne, his heart kinda melted. You were considered an evil killer, yet you denied the tradition because you cared for other people. Just that explanation made Dwayne consider you his innocent baby. It sorta made him wish he never became a vampire. You were willing to change your whole eating habits because you couldn’t take someone else’s life away. Dwayne had been doing it for decades, and it’s too late for him to quit.

Since Dwayne knew you weren’t any normal vampire, he didn’t want to do anything to make you feel uncomfortable or uneasy. Dwayne made sure to never talk about feeding around you, and he made sure none of the boys would bring it up either. He’d always make sure to go and feed either before he saw you, or when you were asleep (although that’s a little risky because you go to sleep right before the sun comes out). Dwayne would treat it as something normal, and he definitely wouldn’t pressure you to start feeding. If this made you happier, than Dwayne was happy.

Paul

Paul didn’t really understand when you told him. You were a vampire. How could you not like feeding? Paul thought feeding was great. He loves being a vampire, but you didn’t feel the same. Paul would be pretty confused. He doesn’t understand why you refuse to kill. Paul knows that every time he feeds he’s taking someone’s life, but that’s what comes with being a vampire. He doesn’t remember the last time he was scared to make a kill.

Paul still wouldn’t completely get it even after you explain it to him a couple times. He just thought you had just turned, and were scared to make your first kill. But, boy, he was wrong. You were full, and you were a vegetarian vampire. When you told Paul that he was like “huh?” He didn’t even know a vampire could be vegetarian. He didn’t understand that you were telling him the truth. He kinda thought you were making the whole being vegetarian thing up because you were scared to make a kill.

When Paul finally realized that you were telling the truth, he tried to explain to you that killing someone wasn’t that big of a deal. He explained to you that it can be scary for the first couple kills, but you’ll get used to it after a while. Since you kept trying to explain why you refused, the whole thing turned into an argument. Paul didn’t mean for that, he just didn’t understand that you weren’t refusing to kill because you were scared, you refused because you cared about human life.

It did click into Paul’s brain once he saw you getting flustered after explaining yourself over and over. He felt bad when he realized that you were not afraid, you just cared for others. Paul hates arguing with you especially when it’s because he didn’t understand your point. He quickly apologized and didn’t bring it up for the rest of the night. He did end up bringing it up again a couple days later because he wanted to know what exactly you ate instead of humans. Paul wanted to know all the information about it.

Paul definitely wouldn’t become a vegetarian vampire along with you, but he wouldn’t never talk about feeding around you ever again. He’d probably never bring up you being a vegetarian vampire again. As long as you were comfortable doing this, then Paul was fine with it. Paul would probably check on how you were feeling from time to time because he doesn’t know what not feeding could do to a vampire. Your body always felt fine, but that didn’t stop Paul from checking up on you.

Marko

Marko didn’t exactly understand what you meant when you told him that you weren’t a vampire that made kills. He definitely thought it was strange. Wouldn’t a vampire die if they didn’t feed off of humans? You were still alive, so obviously they wouldn’t die. When you explained why you didn’t kill, Marko just thought you were afraid to. The adrenaline Marko felt when he made kills was something he thought every vampire loved feeling. He was obviously wrong.

Marko didn’t exactly know how to treat the situation. He didn’t understand why you didn’t want to make kills, but he didn’t know how to ask without sounding like he was trying to argue with you. It ended up turning into an argument. Marko tried to understand, he really did, but he just couldn’t. He tried to reason with you by explaining that the feeling a vampire gets after making kills gets better after a while, but you still refused. Marko ended up apologizing because he didn’t want you to be mad at him forever.

The conversation ended up being brought up again by Marko. He loved you more than anything, but he still didn’t quite understand why you were a vampire that didn’t make kills. Marko loved to kill, even if that meant someone had to die in the end. He would never give that up in a million years, but you gave it up in a heartbeat. Marko started to understand when you told him that you didn’t like making other people suffer.

Just the fact that you hated the thought of hurting someone else made Marko realize how much different you two were. Marko felt pretty bad for trying to convince you that killing wasn’t all that bad. He knew that it was, but he’d been doing it for so long that he kind of forgot. Once Marko fully understand what you meant by being a vegetarian vampire, he was a little worried at first because he knew vampires weren’t made to eat regular food. You seemed to be okay, so he eventually stopped worrying.

There’s no way Marko would become a vegetarian vampire along with you, but he stopping bringing up feeding around you. If it made you uncomfortable, then there was no way Marko was gonna bring it up ever again. The only time he’d ever bring it up was when he absolutely had to. Like when he was about to go feed and he had no choice but to tell you where he was going. Other than that, it was never brought up. Marko treated you being a vegetarian as something normal. The last thing he’d want is for you to feel like you were weird or odd for not making kills.