#thank you again for the ask idle :DD

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4 + 5 + 8 + 40 + 34 and I) G) F) for Cyrus Becker my beloved 🧡

afternoon idle!! oh my god questions galore *cracks knuckles* cyrus get your ass over here youre up

4. How easy is it to earn their trust?

Very difficult, and at the same time easier than youd think. he definitely doesnt entertain everybody, but hes not unreasonable. hell hear you out if you give him enough reason to (or if he thinks its beneficial to get to know you. do you see why he gets attached to people hes supposed to be manipulating so often). ortega and mortum required him to establish a relationship, which is how they got so close to eachother so quickly. herald got by because cyrus thought hed be a useful contact in the rangers. chen couldve earned his trust a long time ago, they had to work with eachother a lot back when he still ran with the rangers, but chen squandered it on his suspicions and its been too long for cyrus to have any interest in patching up their relationship. argent has largely flown under his radar, she hasnt piqued his interest more than the passing curiosity of why she wanted the regenerator.

5. How easy is it to earn their mistrust?

the default is mistrust. sorry yall, hes not taking any more chances than necessary. hes a telepath, he knows all too well what secrets other people hide, and hes not interested in giving people a chance to prove his suspicions wrong. but after hes grown to trust somebody? its... embarrassing how difficult it is to lose it. even though his trust is much shakier nowadays, you still need to have fucked up Majorly to get him back to mistrusting you. if you somehow manage to do that,,, uhhhh. what do you want on your tombstone? (ig its technically its possible to not die and even earn that trust back??? ortega managed, but thats ortega and hes statistically more likely to kill you or ruin your life. depends on how badly you fucked up. id say theres a good 5% chance youll survive the experience without the need for intense psychotherapy)

8. What were they told to stop/start doing most often as a child

listen. follow orders. be exactly who we need you to be. cyrus was a deeply rebellious regene, but he wasnt stupid about it. hed go against the mission in secret, and just enough that nobody wouldve been able to trace any problems back to him. that doesnt mean he was never caught, but he was too competent of a regene to be scrapped, which saved him multiple times before. those few times did cause handlers to keep a closer eye on him though, just in case. handlers would usually keep a harder grip on cyrus, hold him to stricter standards. it contributed a lot to his own self talk. SPEAKING OF WHICH:

40. How sensitive are they to their own flaws?

you must imagine me holding him and looking lovingly into his eyes while i dump a gallon of insecurity and perfectionism on him. hes a proud man, he thinks hes better than what other people are capable of, but that arguably makes things worse when he does make a mistake. he of all people shouldnt be like this. add the puppetmaster scar on him and its a hefty load of 'i need to make sure every single step of my plan goes exactly right Or Else." the worst thing about him is that a lot of the petty flaws he thinks apply to him arent correct. AND HE CANT EVEN NAME HIS ACTUAL FLAWS. cyrus you are so smart and walking around with zero self awareness, its the best. please consider stepping into acid.

34. How hard is it for them to shake a sense of guilt? 

hohohohoho. well. the first step is to get him to feel guilty in the first place. traditionally immoral actions arent going to get to him, obviously. the thing that springs up guilt for him most often is themmys death. he has. a Lot of survivors guilt about that. especially because hes convinced himself he couldve done something and *gestures to the ask above*. guilt will haunt him for life if it doesnt get resolved in a healthy way, but hes gotten good at burying his emotions a long time ago. even when he feels like that, he reserves a specific time to think about it, otherwise itll impede on his plans in the long run. that designated time is. usually when hes supposed to be sleeping. his sleep schedule is just a little bit messed.

I) Do you prefer to keep them in their canon universe?

oh dude i Love putting cyrus in aus. its so fun to poke him with a stick and see what happens. the first one i put him in was a band au, it helped me figure out how he would interact with herald. basically cyrus was a masked guitarist (for backstory reasons) for a band daniel happened to be a fan of, except the two of them managed to meet at just regular old work, with cyrus not realizing daniel was a fan and daniel not realizing cyrus was from one of his favourite bands. it led to fun, mlb-esque shenanigans between the two lmfao. the second one i put him in was the becker siblings au, which i still have thoughts and emotionsTM about. that au let me indulge in the 'cyrus is an older sibling' headcanon and i will forever be in debt to it for the amount of protective cyrus i got. third and current au im obsessing over is a 'cyrus survives hb' scenario, where ortega managed to stop him before he jumped out the window. i am getting! so much ortega x cyrus content out of that au! and so much survivors guilt cyrus. cyrus 'using' ortega to forget about heartbreak my beloveddddd. he also says 'i love you' to ortega in this au and canon ortega is SO jealous. also x2, hes an alcohol vice step in this au. heartbreak hit hard and the tequila hits different.

aaaand i still like his canon version better. its just so very much him. out of every step ive got, hes the one i get to stay closest to how i envision based on the choices the game offers. plus he caught me completely by surprise suckerpunching me with an obsession over him and i cant Not respect that.

G) What trait of theirs bothers you the most?

not sure whether this means on a character creation level or as a person, but ill answer for 'as a person' because im overall pretty satisfied with how he turned out! but like. god what is there to not be bothered about. my manipulative little shit of a son. ig the trait that frustrates me the most is his self destructive tendencies. like. Sir. are you at all aware of the fact that people care for you and want you safe? and that you can respond to that concern with something other than "i can use this", "sucks to be them", or, "no theyre not"? sir. sir answer the question. hes so empathetic and also literally a telepath but somehow cant compute genuine concern at him. as frustrating as it is though, i cannot deny that it is deeply funny to watch him fumble so badly.

F) What do you feel when you think of your OC (pride, excitement, frustration, etc)?

normal. the ones where people look at me and think "wow, that is a person who is having (a) regular thought(s) about their character! very cool!" you will never see a person who is more normal about their guy than i am (i am grabbing him by the teeth and shaking him like a dog with a very strong kill instinct).

truly though, thinking of him gets me buzzing. hes like a puzzle, i keep breaking him apart and putting him back together again to see how everything works. i have this thing where ill often think about showing character analysis to the characters themeselves, just to see how they would react, and i undeniably do this the most with cyrus. i want to explain step by step (hah) why he is the way that he is now, like the whole timeline is plotted inside my head and its so!!!!! i am!!!!! chewing on him!!!!!

questions from here!

[akutasoda]

bittersweet memories

brothers ver

synopsis - they tell a story/ remember about their fondest time with you but they realise yet again you're no longer there

includes - lucifer, mammon, leviathan, satan, asmodeus, beelzebub, belphegor

warnings - gn!reader, mc died au, angst no comfort, maybe ooc for some, alcohol mention in lucifer's, wc - 1.9k

undateables wave 1

lucifer ★↷

lucifer normally doesn't get drunk. sure he drinks quite a bit of demonus but he has restraints. and this evening it was just him, diavolo and barbatos. diavolo had invited him around for a small catch up which ended with demonus being passed between them like water, not without barbatos small look of concern.

and it was getting rather late as lucifer rolled his eyes at another supposed 'absurd' story as diavolo phrased it in a drunken slur, he felt the need to tell a rather funny but fond story he had of you. the one time you had simply suggested you two go to a 3d latte art café that recently opened up near RAD, he thought it was absurd but one look at you and he knew he couldn't say no.

so after a long day at RAD you two made it to the café and sat down, order your drinks and some small pastries and engaged in simple idle chit chat until your drinks arrived. lucifer had gone for a simple choice of one based of the little d's and you had gone for one of your choice. but as you went to put your cup down after taking a sip, not before taking an photo, some of the foam lingered on th tip of your nose. as lucifer stared longer you thought something was wrong so you asked and he simply smiled leant forward with a cloth and wiped it off your nose. it was simple yes. but that memory alone could make him smile anytime and definitely made his day.

he smiled and mumbled about taking you there again but through his drunken haze remembered that you weren't going to be there when he got home. barbatos immediately picked up on the drop of pressure in the room and quickly offered to take lucifer home as he was in no condition to go himslef, not before sorting out diavolo.

lucifer woke up with a surprisingly bad headache and quickly remembered the accounts of last night and felt a wave of embarressmemt and noted to apologize later before the wave of sadness replaced that. maybe he would visit your grave again today.

mammon ★↷

mammon had managed to sneak out yet again to go to yet another casino. he had high hopes this time! he could face the wrath of lucifer later... if he was caught that is. perhaps he got a bit too carried away and ending up spending more money than he should and got caught trying to sneak back in, but that was just his string of bad luck.

now that his bad luck has rubbed off he's certain to win this time! and win he did! he was so excited he hastily grabbed his dd from his pocket and immediately scrolled down his contacts to you and hit call. 'this user is unavailable'. the message felt like a painful reminder, because it was. yet again it felt like he was being stabbed right in the heart. he slowly put his phone away.

normally whenever he would win big he would try to call you, sometimes you were still asleep, but he would tell you as soon as possible and then he would proceed to take you out for a day out with him, be sure to thank him cause he doesn't do this for anyone!

now that wont happen. he trudged back home, uncaring if he got caught(he did again but lucifer recognised that look and let him off slightly easier). he laid in bed for the next day. maybe he would go drop off another gift at your grave.

leviathan ★↷

leviathan was never one to open up about his feelings to many people. especially not normies. but there were two people he would. well one person and one fish. henry and henry 2.0. and thanks to one of those he was starting to slowly open up to hos brothers slightly more. but he still needed time to tell them about everything.

he laid on a pile of pillows next to henry's tank as he started telling the fish about whatever was on his mind until something slowly started reminding him off you. a convention he wanted to attend was coming up soon but he had yet to decide what cosplay to go as, mainly because the one he really wnated to do was a duo but who could he ask? the only person he could think of was you. but would you really wnat to do that woth him? maybe you would think it's a gross yucky otaku thing.

but while he was lost in thought he had failed to hear you knock on the door and failed to hear you step in until you spotted the costumes laid out infront of him. he noticed you when you ran over and started gushing about how cool they looked and if he made them by hand. and in a confused blur he started explaing what he was doing, how could he not want to talk about his proudest cosplay he's made yet to someone who seemed genuinely interested, and without realising asked you if you wanted to go as his pair in the duo and only realised what he said when you said yes. thats when he started short circuiting.

but eventually you two went, and it was the best con he ever went to in his life. thats when he slowly realised that would never happen again. slowly getting up he decided he needed to talk to someone else. you were always a good listener, even if he knew you weren't there it still felt like you were listening. maybe he would talk to your grave for a bit.

satan ★↷

satan was often found in few places. RAD's libraries, his room or wherever cat's were. and he used to do most of those alone, and still does to this day. but there was a time where someone had managed to get into his heart and did alot of his activities with him. someone that calmed that constant raging inferno in him as the avatar of wrath. you.

well, there was someone else that happened to want to join satan and you in one task. the anti-lucifer league. the three of you would often engage in finding new ways to prank lucifer. it was normally combined with sifting through cursed books trying to find the best way to 'prank' lucifer. while you were slightly more hesitant and tried to stop some of their more.. extreme plans. you enjoyed it none the less.

you often also helped get them out of punishments, not that it worked but it did slightly decrease the harshness. but sometimes it was just the two of you. not planning to prank lucifer, just reading books and enjoying each others company. satan knew you're favourite books off by heart and kept them in a special place. he knew you would never read them again and he wanted to keep them safe.

he often read them himslef if he missed you particularly bad. but sometimes he couldn't bring himself to read them, it would make him feel nothing but remorse. maybe he would go read to your grave again or maybe he would tell your grave the new plan to prank lucifer.

asmodeus ★↷

asmodeus often found himself out shopping. alone or with company it didn't really bother him. it just meant he would shop and go home. sometimes when he was out with others, mainly you, he would make more effort to stop at cafés or various other places not just shops. make a day out of it.

but in all honesty, he was just going out to grab a few new items that were currently trending on devilgram. but as he was passing by a particular shop. he noticed an item he had brought you on a whim but he was confident you would love it. and you did! it very quickly became one of your favourite things you owned. so much so he had to go out and get you another.

it seemed almost impulsive how at that memory he walked into the shop and bought yet another one. in hopes of goving it to you when he got back. but right as he walked into the house of lamentation, he remembered how slightly more lonely it felt now that you weren't there. guess he would have to hold onto the item he got you. not that he minded.

he got back to his room and started putting stuff away and proceeded to then scroll on devilgram for a while. just browsing old memories of you and him. soon enough he felt the need to do something about his sorrow, it was bad for his complexion. he normally would make an effort to keep your grave clean and tidy, it seemed odd sure but you deserved this. maybe he would go polish your grave again.

beelzebub ★↷

beelzebub had just finished up a fangol game and seeing as it was kind of later than normal, belphie offered to wait behind and walk home with his twin, he had stayed through the entire game might as well wait. so he patiently waited for beel to finish before they began walking home.

most of the walk was spent in a comfortable silence. with beel snacking on some treats belphie had brought with. but eventually, and inevitably, they walked past a small restaurant. it was closing up for the night and beel glanced over feeling a fondness spread in his chest. he then proceeded to start telling belpie that that was the restaurant you took him to for your first date. and how that became the restaurant you two would visit for special occasions for that reason, and even now he could remember the exact order you two would always get.

while he was lost in his memory of you, he suddenly snapped out of it and remembered that you weren't there anymore. you two would never visit that restaurant again. belphie tried to console his twin but he knew it was pointless and he could only offer his support.

when they got home beel was still feeling a bit somber and decided to try and just sleep it off, after having the leftover portions of dinner. but all that could occupy his mind was you. he decided that tommorow during RAD he would go off. maybe he would eat lunch at your grave.

belphegor ★↷

belphegor slept practically non stop. not that that was not to be expected from the avatar of sloth. and a small while ago he was trying to fix that, but now he didn't really bother.

he could always remember how once you two became a thing, he always slept better with you. which eventually, much to lucifer's dismay, lead to you developing a slightly similar sleeping pattern to belphie's. most of your naps were spent up in the attic, and at night you two indulged in the youngests hobby of stargazing. he treasured those moments dearly.

as he turned over in his trance, he felt the need to go find you and drag you up into the attic for a sleep and then, if you manage to wake up in time, do some more stargazing. however as he slowly started getting up, he felt the shocking cold reminder run through him. he no longer could go drag you somewhere for a nap, stargazing or anything else.

you were gone permanently. and he missed you dearly. but sometimes stargazing is better outside. maybe he would go stay at your grave a while.

[thegnomelord]

Congratulations again 🎊🎊🎊 Fully deserved <3

4 with Soap and Graves because I am a messy bitch who lives for drama!

Thanks! Finally finished with my exam so I can finally write aaand i overwrote again :Dd. Play the game HERE.

CW: SFW-ish, kissing, bruises, true GN reader, undertones of puppy play but nothing explicit. Graves and Soap being jealous hoes.

Graves nearly chips a tooth with how he clenches his jaw while he watches you and Johnny make out across the bar. The way Soap keeps your attention, the way he confidently grips your hips as he steals your ability to think and breathe never fails to make Grave's blood boil. It takes everything in him not to go to you when Soap slinks away, leaving you breathless and starstruck by the way he sways his hips.

"Yea look like yea want to devour 'em." Johnny mocks Graves like he's just won Olympic gold, saddling next to him. "Yea know you're out of league when yea height starts with a 5?" He throws a bulky arm over Grave's shoulders, bringing his face so close their noses almost touch. Phill can smell booze and you on Soap's breath.

"I'm not the one slobbering all over them like some mutt." Graves bites back and pushes Soap's arm off him. "Compensating for something there, lucky charms?"

Johnny's so drunk off you he doesn't rise to the provocation, "Oh, a dog ahm I?" He sticks his tongue out like he's ready to lick Phill's face to annoy him. "Want this Scottish mutt to bite yea then? Show yea who's the top dog 'round 'ere?"

Graves grabs him by the scruff, though he can't get the right grip to make Soap melt like you can, only earning a feral grin. "Do that, you're sleepin' in the crate doggy." Graves warns and it's impossible to tell if he wants to fight Soap or kiss him. Hell, Graves has half a mind to get Soap in trouble so he can have your attention squarely on him for a lil' while.

The sound of your laughter gains their attention, their heads swiveling just in time to see some man chatting you up. You laugh along to some joke, not noticing when the stranger places a hand on your back that wanders too close to your ass for both of their comforts. They share a look like they're prepared to go to war; Graves gives a little head motion towards you.

You yelp when their bodies settle next to yours only to relax when their colognes register in your brain, but you don't notice how they push back the guy you'd been talking to with their shared bulk. "Oh, hey guys." You're a little confused when Johnny wraps a hand around your hip, Grave's hand slinking into the back pocket of your pants. "What are you-"

Johnny cuts you off with a sharp tug on your hip. "We'll borrow this for a bit."

Your questions fall on deaf ears as they corral you into a hallway, hands on your shoulders and hips until your back's flush with the wall. "What's gotten into you two?" You manage to ask, an undignified sound leaving your lips as their bodies pin you further to the wall, someone's knee digging into your groin.

"Shush Bonnie." Soap purrs and seals his burning lips over yours, immediately pushing his tongue inside your mouth like he's trying to steal your breath. You grasp his front instinctively, jumping when you feel teeth scrape against your throat; Graves isn't idle, tucking his body into your side so his head is in the perfect height to bite down on your neck, teeth worrying bruises into his side of your neck until there's a dark backdrop of hickeys to make the indents of his teeth more obvious.

Graves grips your hair and pulls your mouth off Soap's, not even acknowledging the Scott's quiet 'hey!'. "Just makin' a statement, darlin'." Phill bites your bottom lip as Soap buries his face into the other side of your neck, the taste of whiskey on Grave's tongue distracting you from the sharp pain of Johnny biting you.

Your thoughts melt away after just a few kisses, barely able to breathe as they make a competition out of pulling needy sounds out of your throat, one always kissing you while the other sucks hickeys into your skin. Graves chuckles as he tugs your the collar of your shirt down enough to dig his teeth into your shoulder, Soap quick to follow after him.

You don't notice when the man you'd been talking comes looking for you, but Johnny does. He gives a smug smirk and tugs on your hair to raise your head. Your unfocused eyes and disheveled appearance is only secondary to the way the lights overhead darken the canvass of bitemarks and bruises they've made across your skin, making you look like you've been mauled by hyenas.

The soft little sound you make when Graves purposely sucks on a bruise has the man scampering away with an obvious tent in his pants, and your men are sure to reward you with wet kisses for unknowingly proving who you belong to...

[sweetadonisbutbetter]

hehe hi hi!! i’m adonis and i have a little more fanart for baby bird 💞 (i love her sm and don’t wanna stop drawing her) thank you @ships-n-giggles for giving me more of an excuse to draw her teehee

and i drew her with my oc Orabella (who you can see more of on this post💞)

them being preening buddies :D

more on the idea: i would preening is a very intimate action that only family or lovers do to one another , so when Orabella approached Cori to ask for her help with preening, Coronis was very flushed. It took some time, but it led to Orabella lying on her tummy as Coronis gently pulled at her feathers, the two making idle chatter. Once it was done, Orabella offered to do Coronis in turn, as a thank you. This is when she reveals that she has never been preened, at least on purpose. When Stella would tear out her feathers, it would get out the feathers that need to be preened but also damages them. In addition, she is far too ashamed to ask Stolas for help, especially since it is considered an intimate act. She has never had a healthy experience with it, often having to do it alone. Horrified, Orabella once again offers to preen her, while being in front of a mirror so that Cori can watch over her as she preens the feathers on her back, A bit reluctant, she does agree and Orabella sets everything up, as Corri has to do is undress into either a robe or just be fully nude (she most likely would opt for the robe and cover her chest) 😁

annnd since they would be drinking buddies i thought why not doodle then getting drunk together!! lol this would have been colored but i ran out of time and most of these are throughout a day. there will deffo be more 😁😁😁

and if you wanna know more on their dynamic or just orabella feel free to ask :DD

[lembowe]

*lightly baps in your inbox* I wanted to mention I adore your artstyle a lot and it's sooo good. I saw that animation for another mutual and it makes me wanna work on doing idle animations again =w=~♡

goddd im so late to this ask im so sorry qqq havent been on tumbly properly in a while glad i could inspire you!! and thank you for liking my art :DD

[btsburgh]

Chapter 1

How exactly Kate met BTS and began dating their lead dancer is still a mystery to this day.

But that’s exactly what happened and it sparked the wonderful and perfect power couple known as Kobi. They are 100% the best couple out there and are untouchable and won’t be breaking up through out this story for any reason so don’t even think about it.

Anyways.

That’s how this all began.

They kept it quiet for a little while. Jung Hoseok was pretty famous and fans never seem to take well to finding out their idols are dating somebody who isn’t them. Since Kate is a really wonderful and understanding person who loves Hoseok very much, she agreed to keep quiet about their relationship for a little while. At least until they felt as though their relationship was a bit more sustainable.

It even became a little apparent to her room mates and friends that Kate was seeing somebody but she wouldn’t talk about it. Partially because she isn’t a very open person but mostly because she was a top secret bitch who was good at keeping things on the DL.

That was until one weekend when Tawni and Kristen rolled into town. They had come to see Set It Off performing at Stage AE and everybody had tickets, but unfortunately, Stage AE, like every other venue in Pittsburgh, randomly collapsed despite the fact that it was only 7 years old.

Upon hearing the news, everybody became very sad since this meant that the show was pretty much cancelled. Although PromoWest invited people to come see a small acoustic set outside of the ashened remains of their venue featuring The Clarks, nobody wanted to go anymore. Instead, everybody decided that it would be best to drown their sorrows in booze.

Initially they were going to make Lauren be the designated driver, but she had to be up at 2:55 AM to stretch before going to the CrossFit gym to wrestle bears, so another driver had to be selected. They decided the only fair way was to draw straws.

Unfortunately, Tawni ended up with the shortest and became DD for the evening.

And so Tawni, Kristen, Kate, Jordan, and Bria set out to the best bar ever: Steel Cactus.

———

“The estrogen level is hella high in this group.” Jordan complained, throwing her long fiery hair over her shoulder like she was Rachel McAdams.

“I’m gonna name my first born estrogen.” Bria commented.

“Oh there’s a spot!” Kristen pointed from the passenger seat to the side of the road.

“No way in hell am I parallel parking tonight.” Tawni responded, driving right past a perfectly good spot.

“I can fix that.” Kate noted, “I mean, I can fix the estrogen level. Not the parking thing. That’s on you guys.”

“This is why I hate Tawni.” Kristen sighed, pointing to another empty spot that Tawni promptly ignored.

“How can you fix the estrogen level, Kate?” Jordan followed up.

��I know a guy.” Bria answered for Kate who was too busy catching her 18th Dragonite of the day on Pokemon Go because she’s a Pokemon Master and has the highest high score on the app out of everyone in the world.

“Oh.” Kate said off hand, effortlessly catching her 19th Dragonite, “I actually know a couple guys. I think they can make a pit stop on their way through town.”

“I love men.” Jordan asserted, “Call them.”

“THERE’S A PARKING LOT!” Kristen screamed, “WITH ONE EMPTY SPACE TAWNI HIT THE GAS!”

“HELL YEAH!” Tawni screamed louder, slamming on the gas pedal and peeling off into the East Carson parking lot.

———

The bar was pretty poppin’ for a Sunday night.

They all grabbed one of the extra large booths and squeezed in, hoping that the guests Kate invited wouldn’t be taking up too much space. Some gentle banter went around the friends as they ordered chips, queso, salsa, and drinks.

“I need to go.” Bria said with a sigh, “There’s a convention for left-handed clowns tomorrow and I have to go hand out rape whistles as part of my internship.”

Everybody made little awwww noises and bid Bria a farewell as she closed out her tab and walked out the doors, disappearing into the cool night air and probably just teleporting back to her home or something. A few more minutes of Tawni and Kristen giving each other sass passed before Jordan stopped texting her friends from Scotland and looked up.

“So when are your male friends coming?” Jordan asked.

“Oh.” Kate checked her messages after catching a 20th Dragonite, “Right now.”

Just then somebody waltzed through the doors of the establishment. He was honestly the most handsome man on the planet with cute cheeks and dark hair. Obviously of Korean descent as well. He met eyes with Kate and gave a cheeky grin as he waved at her. He then motioned to a black van idling in front of the bar and six more men filed out after him.

The one approached the table and slid into the booth next to Kate, getting a little closer than a friend should. I mean you should all know that this is J-Hope by now and that they’re in love so I’ll just skip that, but yeah. Anyways.

After that came a smaller guy, but an older one. He had a cute round face and dark short hair. This one opted not to sit down when he got to the table. He was followed by one that was dressed in a sweater and looked pretty young. He was followed by another young one that instantly struck Jordan as attractive and beautiful bc he’s Jimin. A tall one came next that turned the heads of every single girl at the bar. He blew them a kiss as he walked past to the table. The next one to come out was very distinct looking and also quite blond. He had his hands in his pockets and goofy smile on his face.

This seemed a bit strange to Tawni but she didn’t say anything until the last one walked in the door. Perhaps the tallest of them with dark brown, almost black hair. He strode in on a cloud wearing nothing but a white t-shirt and jeans paired with a light tan pair of tims. His hair was parted in just the right way and Tawni’s jaw nearly hit the floor as she locked eyes with him.

Once all of them came to the table, Kate motioned towards them.

“These are my friends.” Kate said, “My boyfriend Hoseok. Then Yoongi, Taehyung, Jimin, Jin, Namjoon. Oh and Jungkook on the end there.”

“Jungkook.” Tawni repeated, wiping some drool off of her mouth.

“Jimin.” Jordan repeated as well, doing the same.

Kristen nodded and smiled, “It’s nice to meet you all. I’m Kristen.”

They all nodded and it was kinda awkward, but after a round of drinks everything was better.

“We’re actually in a boyband. We’re touring the US right now. Just stopped here on our way to Chicago.” Jimin explained.

“Please. Tell me more.” Jordan asked, her head in her hands as she stared at Jimin longingly.

Kristen raised a concern, “Katie, how did you meet a korean boy band?”

Kate shrugged, “Uh, just sorta happened.”

Hobi nodded in agreement and that was the last that was ever brought up because I don’t really know what to do with that plot point at all.

“Well I should go.” Jimin announced, “I have to get up at 4:30 AM to work out, so I’ll leave you all to it.”

“No.” Jordan whispered, reaching out for his beautiful face as he slipped away from her forever.

“I’ll go too.” Yoongi said.

Jin nodded in agreement, following the two as they went.

While Jordan was dramatically reaching towards her long lost love, however, she managed to knock over a beer that was sitting in front of Namjoon. It landed on the table and splashed out all over both of them, leaving them a sticky hoppy mess.

“Oh shit!” Namjoon exclaimed, standing up, “Come on let’s get some towels.”

They left the booth that I now decided is a table because let’s be real it’s annoying to have everybody get up so a couple people can leave so yeah they just stood up from their chairs and went over to the bar to ask for some cleaning supplies. This just left Kate who was intently speaking to Hobi, and the two room mates with Taehyung and Jungkook.

However Kristen was like five shots in right now and she brought up her cats as usual. This immediately drew Taehyung to her and they began to speak about cats in length. Just sharing stories about their cats. They were now like best friends.

“Hey.” Jungkook addressed the waitress, “Can I just get something on tap.”

She nodded, “I’ll need to see some ID.”

“Of course.” He pulled something out of his pocket, “Will a passport work?”

“Yep.” She affirmed, taking the passport out of his hands and reading it over. After a few seconds of deciphering the Korean’s passport she furrowed her brow, “Uhm, sorry, but we can’t actually serve you here sir.”

“What?” He looked puzzled, “Why?”

“Well …” She handed it back to him, “It says that you’re 19 here. In the US you can’t drink until you’re 21.”

“Ha!” Hoseok pointed a finger, “You may be cute but you’re too young to drink.”

“Okay, cool it hot stuff.” Jungkook waved him off before thanking the waitress and hanging his head in defeat, “Sometimes they let you get away with it because you’re foreign.”

“Not here. America takes that shit seriously.” Tawni responded, “But I’m sober too since I’m driving so we can be miserable together.”

“Sounds fun.” He said softly.

“I’m going to go check on Namjoon.” Hoseok said.

Kate patted him on the arm as he got up and left the table. Hoseok disappeared, leaving Kate to catch 250 more dragonites and break the Pokemon Go app so hard that she was awarded for her valiant efforts. When he returned he looked like he had seen a ghost.

“Is he okay?” Kate asked.

“Yeah … He’s great. Fine.” Hoseok said, sliding into the booth that is a booth again because I do what I want.

“He and Jordan are making out aren’t they?” Kate asked.

He nodded, “Yeah.”

“Hey.” Jungkook paused his conversation with Tawni, “Do you want to go to the roof?”

“It’s Sunday. The roof isn’t open, is it?”

“When you’re famous, everything is open.”

And so they went over to the stairs, telling the waitress that he was Jungkook and she of course let them go all the way up to the roof unsupervised.

Once they were up there, Jungkook leaned against the side of the building, looking out over the mass of drunken people stumbling through the streets of south side like little lost ants looking for their appropriate uber home.

His hair was gently blowing with the breeze and he smiled, pulling the corners of his lips back into tight dimples. Tawni was in awe of just how perfect he looked, leaning up against the side of the building like that.

For a second or so, he looked as if he was going to say something, turning his head slightly to look at her, but shying away almost immediately from it. Instead, he kept look out at the buildings of South Side. It wasn’t exactly a pretty sight, but everything looks a little bit cooler at night.

Tawni spoke up in his stead, “Thanks for being sober with me tonight. I couldn’t handle drunk Kristen. Last time she drank this much she convinced herself that there was an Amityville Horror 2.”

“I … don’t know what that is.” Jungkook admitted, glancing back over at her briefly.

“Well there isn’t a second one. That’s all you need to know.” Tawni assured him.

He chuckled, finding the way she spoke kind of funny. It had a sort of intensity to it like she really cared a lot about whether or not there was a sequel to Amityville Horror. He paused, “You guys are fun. I see why Hobi likes it here so much.”

“Well, thanks. I guess.” She responded, pushing her bangs back into place.

“Do you want to get coffee tomorrow?” He asked suddenly, turning his body towards her fully.

“Uh … in the morning?” She asked, “Aren’t you guys going to Chicago?”

“Yeah we are, but if we get it sorta early then it’ll be fine.” He nodded.

“Okay then.” Tawni agreed, “It’s a date.”

Just then Kobi as a unit came up the stairs. Hoseok addressed Jungkook, “Hey, we could use a sober friend bail out. Jordan and Namjoon are a wreck and Kristen won’t stop talking about somebody named “Mama” and Taehyung is too enthralled by her stories to say anything about it.”

“I got it.” Tawni sighed, “This is my speciality after all.”

[castielhasthetardis]

Heat Lightning

Characters: Sam, Dean (briefly), reader

Pairing: Sam x reader

Warnings: Angst, death, blood, language, mentions of drinking, mentions of drunk driving

Word Count: 2,238

Summary: Sam invites the reader on a late night drive to get her to open up about her past and to show her what he means to her. It’s loosely based on the song Speakers by Sam Hunt. There are some lyrics from the song which obviously belong to Sam Hunt. Not me.

A/N: This is my first SPN fic and the first fic I’ve ever published. This is kind of my baby so try not to be too hard on me. Thanks to @hamartiamacguffin for being the best beta ever even though we barely knew each other when I decided to write this. She totally took me under her wing and she didn’t have to do that. You’re the best Mac. You’ll always be the Cas to my Gabe :)

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           “I’m home, Stef.” you called, dropping your keys in the bowl by the door. “Stef?” you called out her name again when you got no reply. It was odd for your roommate not to greet you when you got home from class. You walked over to her room and went to knock, finding the door slightly ajar and pushing it open slowly. “Everything okay in he- Holy shit!” you yelled as you took noticed all the blood. There was blood all over the walls, the bed, the carpet, and even the ceiling. Quickly, with shaking hands you pulled out your phone to dial 911 when the lights suddenly went out and the temperature dropped several degrees. You shivered and tried to flip on the light in the kitchen which was next to Stefanie’s room. Nothing. You turned back around to go check the circuit box by the front door to find a tall, pale man with a bloody face, his head hanging impossibly from his shoulders. The scream tore its way out of your throat involuntarily and you dropped your phone, turning to try and run when the man raised his hand and suddenly you couldn’t breathe. It was as if you had swallowed glue. Just as black spots started to swim across your vision, the front door burst open and two men ran in. A gunshot sounded and the man vanished.

“Sam, take the salt and make a circle in the kitchen. Get that girl inside it. I’ll get the door and the windows. That damn thing won’t stay away for long.” The shorter one said to the tall one. The tall one, Sam, swallowed hard and nodded, pulling out a large container of rock salt from a duffle bag that had been tossed on the floor. Sam walked over and put his hand on your back, gently pushing you into your kitchen. You were still in shock, didn’t have the energy to fight him and ask who the hell he was and what the hell was going on.

“My name is Sam, that’s my brother Dean. We’re here to help.” He said softly, looking at you with soft hazel eyes.

            It had been a year since you left college in the backseat of a black ’67 Chevrolet Impala. It had been a year since you came home to find your roommate’s bloody corpse, glassy eyes frozen in fear, throat slit impossibly deep. It had been a year since that vengeful spirit nearly killed you in the living room of your apartment. Once the initial shock had worn off and the boys explained what had just happened, you joined the Winchester boys. After knowing what was out there, you knew you could never live a normal life again. Plus, you could be useful to them. You had studied mythology in college, little did you know that most of the things you had studied weren’t actual myths. You spent a year in the bunker, doing research for the boys while they went out hunting. It wasn’t the life you’d pictured yourself having, but it fit. You were happy. Almost. You still had hellish nightmares most nights. You’d never told the boys why that spirit had come after you…

“Maegan?” Sam’s voice snapped you out of your thoughts and you looked up from the book resting on your lap. You had spent most of the day today reading about Djinns, something you didn’t know much about yet.

“Yeah, Sam? Did you need something?” You replied, swinging your legs off the side of the chair you were sitting in.

“Not really. Dean and I just got back from torching that Wendigo in Fresno and we thought we’d take a little time off. I wanted to see if you wanted to go for a drive. I know you like to look at the stars. I think there’s a storm rolling in. Could be fun to watch. I just think we both need to get out for a while.” He shrugged, rubbing the back of his neck. Was he nervous?

“Umm, sure. Let me just grab my coat. I’ll meet you in the garage.” You replied standing, waiting for him to nod and then heading for your room to grab your coat. It was springtime but Kansas nights tended to be a little chilly. By the time you had returned to the garage, coat in hand, Sam was already in your small pickup, engine running.

He drove you about 30 minutes north of the bunker to an empty field. He parked the car on top of a fairly tall hill and got out, coming around to open your door. You smirked at his innate chivalry and got out of the car. Sam pulled down the gate to the truck bed and helped you climb up into it. The two of you leaned against the wheel well and stared out at the heat lightning in the distance. “Isn’t this a gorgeous view?” You asked softly. Your eyes were glued to the sight before you, so you didn’t notice Sam looking directly at you when he replied, “Yeah. It really is.” As he said it, another flash of heat lightning lit up your features, reflecting in your eyes, burning the image of your face into his mind. Music flowed softly from the radio if the truck and he smiled to himself, hearing the lyrics. *The engine is idling and girl this heat lightning is flashing pictures of you and burnin’ ‘em in my head and I'm on fire…*

After a long moment of comfortable silence with just the radio playing, Sam cleared his throat. “Maegan… I brought you out here to talk. I know what today is. I know it’s bothering you. I just want to say that if you’re finally ready to talk about what happened, I’m here.” His words came out funny, strangled almost. You didn’t have to look away from the stars to know the look on his face. You could see the pity in his eyes without even glancing at him. It made your stomach turn and you took a deep breath to steady yourself. You didn’t want to get mad at the younger Winchester. He couldn’t help it, he didn’t know why he shouldn’t pity you. He should hate you. You were a monster.

“Sam… I told you, I don’t know why the spirit attacked Stef. Or that other poor boy.” You lied, it tasted bitter on your tongue. Sam sighed and pushed a hand through his long chestnut hair. You knew he knew you were lying. He never pushed you when you did. He just let it go, assuming you just weren’t ready to talk about it yet. Not this time though.

“Why won’t you just let me all the way in? Why do you keep pushing me away as soon as I start to get close to you?” He yelled in frustration, sitting up fully so he blocked your view of the stars, forcing you to look into his hazel eyes, to see the anger and sadness in them. You flinched. Sam never raised his voice at you. You recovered quickly, however.

“You wouldn’t understand Sam. You’d never look at me the same if I told you.” You spoke softly in contrast to his yelling, and looked down at your hands in your lap. “But I suppose you’re right. I’m sorry for pushing you away. I’ll tell you.”

Sam’s expression softened, seeing how distraught you were. He shifted closer to you and pushed a lock of your H/C behind your ear. Something he did often to comfort you when you were stressed or upset. Silently he waited for you to begin to talk. “The spirit that killed Stef and Trey… His name was Peter. One night, the four of us went out to celebrate after midterms. Trey was supposed to be the DD since he was the only one who hadn’t turned 21. Stef and Trey had a thing back then and he convinced her to buy him a few drinks without any of us knowing. At the end of the night we realized that we were all drunk.” You paused, taking a shaky breath and looking back up at him. “We decided that I was probably the least drunk and that I could drive home. We all piled in Peter’s Corolla and took off. I… I ran a stoplight and a huge truck hit us. Peter was decapitated by his seatbelt.” You looked back down, your voice cracked on the last word and the dam broke.

All the tears you’d held in since the accident poured out. Sobs wracked your body and Sam reached out and pulled you to him, holding your head against his chest. “It should’ve been me. It was my fault, I should’ve been the one to die. He had a three year old son.” You managed between sobs. “I took his father from him. It’s my fault… it’s my fault.” You dissolved into tears again, clutching his shirt in your fists. Sam just rubbed your back and let you cry until you finally couldn’t anymore.

When you were finished, he gently pulled you away from him, holding your arms. “We all make mistakes, Maegan. Hell, Dean and I have made some pretty colossal ones. It’s a part of living. There’s no instruction manual for life. You have to figure it out on your own. Trey shouldn’t have had anything to drink if he had agreed to be the driver, Stefanie shouldn’t have bought him drinks, you shouldn’t have gotten behind the wheel… you all made mistakes that night. It’s time to let go of it.”

For a long moment, you just looked at him, processing what Sam had said. He didn’t think you were a monster. He didn’t think you were a murderer. That was when it hit you, looking deep into those hazel eyes of his. Flashbacks from the bunker reeled through your mind; Sam sitting a little closer to you while you researched with him in the library; Sam’s eyes lingering on you a little too long when you got dressed up, him huffing off when he realized you were dressed up for a date; On your birthday he had made you breakfast, he had gotten you a first edition copy of one of your favorite books and Dean had just gotten you a new leather jacket; The way he tucked your hair behind your ear to calm you down when you got worked up over something; and finally the way he rubbed his neck nervously before he asked you to come out here with him.

 All the little things he did that you’d chalked up to brotherly affection but that wasn’t what it was. He loved you. Looking back you couldn’t understand how you’d missed it. He brought you out here because he already knew what had happened, he’d seen the article. Of course, how else would they have known who Peter was after that night? He knew what you’d done but he wanted you to tell him yourself when you were ready, so he could get you to let go of it. All because he loved you. Sam Winchester loved you. *I'm tuned in to ya, something's on your mind ain't it? Go on and tell me, baby, don't act like you can't say it. I know your body language, you ain't gotta translate it. Let it talk to me, till I can't take it.* The shock of the revelation made you shudder. Sam assumed you were cold and went to shrug off his coat to put on your shoulders. You grabbed the collar of his coat before he could though, and pulled his lips down to yours, kissing him hard. You could taste the salt from the tears you’d been crying and it only made you pull him closer.

Sam responded immediately, his hands gripping your hips gently as he slowly laid you down on the bed of the truck. His lips separated from yours and connected with your cheek, your jaw, and then your neck. He softly pressed his lips to the skin between your neck and shoulder before resting his forehead back up against yours, smiling shyly with a light pink tint to his cheeks. *Your lips, your hair, your smile, your touch, your kiss, your stare. Your vibe's too much, It lights me up, you got me set. I'm way too gone, so, baby, let your eyes close. Say my name and watch me goin' up in flames* Sam opened his mouth to say something but it was covered up by a loud crack of thunder, followed by a torrential downpour. You squealed and pushed him away jumping out of the bed of the truck and running for the cab.

Sam followed suit and quickly jumped in the driver’s side. Once you were both safe and thoroughly soaked, sitting in the cab of your truck, you let out a small chuckle. That chuckle turned into a full-fledged laugh and Sam started laughing with you. You scooted across the bench seat and leaned your head on his shoulder as he drove back down the hill toward the bunker. It seemed the heat lightning was actually just lightning and the storm had been closer than the two of you had thought.

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[butwhatistrue]

tagged by @schizotypaldaydreamer ~thanks!

Nickname: Kit online! Kita in Japan (for North)! I’ve gone by Kit, Ari, DD, Kita, Lain, Reki and Kia online, through the times :P (in opposite chronological order)

Star sign: Saggitarius

Height: 162 cm ^^ 

Time right now: 1:48 AM

Last thing I Googled: smørsovs, which means, well, buttersauce??

Favourite music artists: I can’t deal with these questions sorry, too anxious

Song stuck in my head: There are always a good deal of old fellows stuck there,..like the national anthem (ugh), Christmas songs for children..etc etc. Of newer stuff there’s limited lines from Hamilton, among other things. it all meshes together in truly ... ........ unique patterns

Last movie I watched: The Secret Garden

Last TV show watched: HunterxHunter (I... should probably stop rewatching old things again and again but shhhh)

What am I wearing right now:  red checkered pants and a knitted grey sweater.

When did you create your blog: ?? I’m guessing early 2014

What kind of stuff do you post: uhmmm i whine a lot??? tbh. I sometimes post mediocre art.. I reblog lots of stuff but it’s hard to figure out the pattern

Do you have any other blogs: I do, but they’re not active. except i have one blog which is for extreme venting/random which is the Official Void. Recently I’ve been using my main here more for venting, so the other blog has been more or less idle.

Do you get asks regularly: I think I’ve gotten app 5 asks over the time this blog has existed, and most of those were spam. I did get one nice and supportive anon ask once, though.

Why did you choose your url: I was trying to figure out what to call my pokemon go account, and I was talking to Seb (my SO), and I asked them to look in the nearest book and look up a random page and say the first line. It was a daredevil comic and the line was “But what is true?”, said by Foggy to Matt. I liked it so much that I changed my blogname too!  It is smh extremely fitting to me and my life experience

Gender: oh dear lmao. I guess I’m one of those people who can’t reliably identify as cis nor trans because I’m already stuck feeling not-quite-human so how would I specify a “category of human”. it’s giving me unreasonable anxiety because I feel stressed about being referred to as a specific gender, but I would probably feel more stress asking for any other arrangement. I think the most correct term would be agender, but it should be noted that I don’t identify as such offline, and I don’t consider myself a part of the trans community except as an ally

Hogwarts house: I used to be Slytherin, but last time I tried the new test I got Griffindor. But tbh I’m probably a bit of both. Not A Great Mix I Guess? :c

Pokémon team: Valor!

Favourite colour: Same as with music

Average hours of sleep: I aim really hard for eight hours because I function very badly without. In reality I do get probably 7 hours on average, but this is counting the fact that I occasionally sleep for 12 hours

Lucky number: I shouldn’t answer this

Favourite characters: Again anxiety sorry

How many blankets do you sleep with: I sleep on top of one duvet with one duvet over me, and a blanket on top of the top duvet. Sometimes i crawl under the bottom duvet too, for a heavier environment.

Dream job: Being a writer and/or comic book artist or something. But being a Good Therapist doesn’t sound too bad either! I do dream of a less-than-fulltime job if I were to be honest

Followers: 84 awesome human beings?? :O (”Why?” I ask myself daily) And a lot more spam bots who I blocked because I guess i have an issue with bots

Anyone who sees this and wants to do it can consider themselves tagged, it’s past my bedtime so I gotta sleep and not think of people to tag,,, which i will absolutely overthink and thus spend forever trying to do a casual-looking lineup and just,,, im really sorry but I can’t tag you guys rn,, but I’d love to read about everyone, so please tag me if u do it!!

NIGHT